A25585 ---- Rump rampant, or, The sweet old cause in sippits set out by Sir T.A., perfumer to His late Highnesse, to the tune of, Last Parliament sat as snugg as a cat. T. A., Sir, perfumer to his late Highnesse. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A25585 of text R746 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing A34). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. 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A25585) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 94922) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1:7 or 21241:191) Rump rampant, or, The sweet old cause in sippits set out by Sir T.A., perfumer to His late Highnesse, to the tune of, Last Parliament sat as snugg as a cat. T. A., Sir, perfumer to his late Highnesse. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1660] Place and date of publication from BM. Reproductions of originals in Harvard University Libraries and British Library. eng Political ballads and songs -- England -- Texts. English poetry -- 17th century. Political poetry, English. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. A25585 R746 (Wing A34). civilwar no Rump rampant, or the sweet old cause in sippits: set out by Sir T.A. perfumer to his late Highnesse. To the tune of, Last Parliament sat as T. A., Sir, perfumer to his late Highnesse 1660 613 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2003-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-09 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-10 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2003-10 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion RUMP RAMPANT , OR THE Sweet Old Cause in sippits : Set out by Sir T. A. Perfumer to his late Highnesse . To the Tune of , Last Parliament sat as snugg as a Cat . IN the name of the fiend , what the Rump up agin , The Delk , and the good old cause , If they settle agin , which to think were a sin , Good-night to Religion and Laws . First Tithes must go down like a sprig of the Crown , Although J. Presbiter grumble ; Already they tell 's our Lead and our Bells They 'l sell , next our Churches must tumble . This poor English Nation , by this Generation Hath been grieved 11. years and more , But in that season , and not without reason , They ha'thrice been turnd out of door . Which they please to call force , yet themselves can do worse , For this Piercel of a House Dare keep out of door , thrice as many more , And value the Law not a Louse . First by Owl-light they met , and by that light they set , The reason of it mark , Their acts and the light , do differ quite , Their deeds do best with the dark . Esquire Lenthall had swore , he 'd sit there no more , Unlesse in with Oxen they drew him , That he once might speak true , they pick'd him out two , Sent Pembrook and Salisbury to him . When these Gamsters were pack'd , the first gracious act Was for pence for their friends of the Army , Who for any side fight , except't be the right ; Sixscore thousand a month won't harm ye . Yet many there be , say the House is not free , When I am sure of that , T'one another they are so free , that the Nation do see , Their too free for us to be fat . Religion they wav'd , now they had us enslav'd And got us sure in their Claw , They puld of their mask , and set us our task , Which is next to make Brick without Straw . The next act they made , was for helping of Trade , So they settled again the Excise , Which the City must pay , for ever and aye , Yet might have chose had they been wise . To pull down their K. their plate they could bring , And other precious things , So that Segwick and Peters , were no small getters By their bodkins , thimbles and rings . But when for the good of the Nation 't was stood Half ruined and forlorne , Though 't lay in their power , to redeem 't in an hour , Not a Citizen put out his horn . They had manacled their hands , with Kings & Bishops Lands , And ruin'd the whole Nation , So that no body cares , though they and their heirs , Be Cornute to the third generation . May their wives on them frown , but laugh and lie down , To any one else turn up Trump , To mend the breed , as I think there is need Be rid like their men by the Rump . And may these wise Sophees , pay again for their Trophees , For I hope the Parliament means ( Now they ha' been at the costs , to set up the posts ) To make them pay well for the Chains . THE RUMP A04551 ---- A crovvne garland of goulden roses Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson. Crowne-garland of goulden roses. Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659? 1612 Approx. 89 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 48 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Early works to 1800. 2004-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-08 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-09 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2004-09 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A CROVVNE GARLAND OF GOVLDEN ROSES . Gathered out of Englands royall garden . Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted . By Richard Iohnson . AT LONDON Printed by G. Eld for Iohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop at Christ Church gate . 1612 A PRINCELY SONG made of the Red Rose and together by king Henry the seauenth , and Elizabeth Plantaginet , daughter to Edward the fourth , from whom our now Soueraigne Lord King Iames linnially descended . To the tune of when Flying fame . WHen Yorke and Lankaster made war , within this famous land : The liues of Englands royall péeres , did in much danger stand . Seauen English Kings in bloody feelds , for Englands crowne did fight : In which their heires were all but twaine , of liues bereaued quight . Then thirty thousand Englishmen , were in one battle slaine : Yet could not all this English blood , a setled peace obtaine . For fathers kind their déere sonnes killd , and sonnes their fathers slew : Yea kindreds fought against their kind . and not each others knew . At last by Henries lawfull claime , this wasting warre had end : For Englands peace he soone restord , and did the same defend . For Tyrant Richard , namd the third , chiefe bréeder of this woe : By him , was slaine neare Leaster towne , as cronicles doc show . All feares of warre he thus exild , which ioyd each Englishman : And daies of long desired peace , within the land began . He ruld his Kingdome by true loue , to theire his subiects liues : For euery one had dayly ioy , and comfort of their wines . King Henry had such princely care , our further peace to frame : Tooke faire Elizabeth to wife , that gallant Yorkest dame . Fourth Edwards daughter ( blest of God ) to scape King Richards spight : Was thus made Englands peareles Quéene , and Henries hearts delight . Thus Henry first of Tudors name , and last of Lankaster : With Yorkes right heire , a true-loues knot , did linke and tie full fast . Renowned Yorke the White Rose gaue , braue Lankaster the Red , By wedlocke here conioynd to grow , both in one princely bed . These Roses sprang and budded faire , and carried such a grace : That Kings of England in their armes , affords them worthy place . And florish may these Roses long , that all the world may tell , The owner of these princely flowers , in vertues doe excell . To glorifie these Roses more , King Henry and his Quéene : First plac'd their pictures in red gold , most gorgrous so be séene . The Kings owne gard , now weares the same , vpon their backes and brest : Where loue and loyalty remaines , and euer-more shall rest . The Red Rose on the backe is plast , thereon a crowne of gold : The White Rose on the brest as braue , and costly to behold . Bedeckt most rich with siluer stues , on cotes of Scarlet red : A blushing hew , ( which Englands same ) now many a yeare hath bred . Thus Tudor and Plantaginet , these honors first deuized : To well-come long desired peace , with vs so dearely prized . A peace that now maintayned is , by Iames our royall King : For peacobrings plenty to the land , with euery blessed thing . To speake againe of Henries praise , his Princely liberall hand : Gaue guifts and graces many waies , vnto this famous land . For which the Lord him blessings sent , and multiplied his store , In that he left more wealth to vs , then any any King before . For first his swéet and louely Quéene , a ioy aboue the rest : Brought him both sonnes and daughters faire to make this kingdome blest . The royall blood that was at ebb , so increased by this Quéene : That Englands heires vnto this day , doe florish faire and gréene . The first faire blessing of his séede was Arthur prince of Wales : Whose vertues to the Spanish court , quite ore the Ocean sayles . There Ferdinand , the King of Spaine , his daughter Katherne gaue : For wife vnto the English Prince , a thing that God would haue . Yet Arthur in his lofty youth , and blooming time of age : Submitted méekely his swéet life , to deaths impartiall rage . Who dying so , no issew left , the swéet of natures ioy : Which compast England round with grief● and Spaine with sad anoy . King Henries second comfort prou'd , a Henry of his name : In following time eight Henry cald , a King of noble fame . He conquered Bullen by his sword , With many townes in France : His manly might , and fortitude , did Englands fame aduance . He Popish Abbies first supprest , and Papestry puld downe : And bound their lands by parliment , vnto his royall crowne . He had thrée children by thrée wiues , all Princes raining here : Edward , Mary , and Elizabeth : a Quéene belou'd most deare . These thrée swéet branches bare no frute , God no such ioy did send : Through which the Kingly Tudors name , in England here had end . The last Plantaginet that liu'd , was nam'd Elizabeth : Elisabeth last Tudor was , the greatest Quéene of earth . Seuenth Henry yet we name againe , Whose grace gaue frée consent : To haue his daughters married both , to Kings of high dessent . Margret the eldest of the twaine , Was made great Scotlands Quéene , As wise , as faire , as vertuous , as eare was Lady séene . From which faire Quéene ( our royall King ) by lineall course descendeth : And rightfully inioyes that crowne , Which God now still befrendeth . For Tudor and Plantaginet , by yéelding vnto death : Hath made renowned Stewards name , the greatest vpon earth . His younger daughter Mary calld , as Princely by degrée : Was by her father worthy thought , the Quéene of France to be . And after to the Suffolke Duke , was made a noble wise : Where-in the famous English court , she lead a vertuous life . King Henry and his louely Quéene , reioyst to sée the day : To haue their children thus aduanst , with honors euery way . Which purchast pleasure and content , with many a yeares delight : Till sad mischance by cruell death , procur'd them both a spight . The Quéene that faire and princely damo , that mother méeke and mild : To ad more number to her ioyes , againe grew big with child . All which brought comfort to her King , against which carefull hower : He lodgd his deare kind-hearted Quéene , in Londons stately Tower. That Tower which prou'd so fatal once , to Princes of degrée : Prou'd fatall to this noble Quéene , for therein died she . In child-bed lost she her swéet life : her life estéemed so deare , Which had béene Englands louing Quéene , full many a happy yeare . The King herewith pocest with griefe , spent many months in moane : And dayly sight and said that he , like her could find out none . Nor none could he in fancy chuse , to make his wedrd wise : Therefore a widdower would remaine , the remnant of his life . His after daies be spent in peace , and quietnesse of mind : Like King and Quéene , as these two were , the world can hardly find . Our King and Queene , yet like to them , in vertue and true loue : Haue heauenly blessings in like sort , from heauenly powers aboue . A delightfull song , of the foure famous feasts of England , the one of them ordayned by King Henry the seuenth , of the honor of Marchant Taylers , shewing how seauen Kings haue bin free of that company , and now ●●stly graced with the loue of our renowned Prince Henry of great Brittaine . To the tune of Treatans toy . ENgland is a Kingdome , of all the world admired : More statclinesse in pleasures , can no way be desired . The court is full of brauery , the citty stor'd with wealth , The law preserueth vnity , the country kéepeth health . Yet no like pompe and glory , our cronicles record : As foure great feasts of England , do orderly afford . All others be but dinners calld , or banquete of good sort : And none but sowre be named feasts , which here I will report . Saint Georges feast , the first of all , maintained is by Kings : Where much renowne and royalty , thereof now dayly rings . Princes come from forraine lands , to be Saint Georges Knights : The goulden garter thus is worne , by sundry worthy wights . Saint George our English champion , in most delightfull sort : Is celebrated yeare by yeare , in Englands royall court . The King with all his noble traine , in gould and rich aray , Still glorisies the festiuall , of great Saint Georges day . The honored Maior of London , the second feast ordaines : By which the worthy cittizens , much commendation gaines . For Lords and Iudges of the land , and Knights of good request : To Guild hall comes to countenance , Lord Maior of Londons feast . Also the Sargeants of the law another feast asords : With grace and honor glorified , by Englands Noble Lords . And this we call the Sargiant feast , a third in name and place : But yet there is a fourth like wise , deserues as gallant grace . The Marchant Taylors company , that fellowship of fame : To Londons lasting dignity , liues honored with the same . A guist King Henry the seauenth gaue . kept once in thrée yeares still , Where gould and gounes be to poore men , giuen by King Hemies will. Full many good fat burks be sent , the fairest and the best : The Kings large forrests can afford , to grace this worthy f●ast . A feast that makes the number iust , and last account of ●oure , Therefore let England thus report , of feasts there be no more . Then let all London companies , so highly in renowne : Giue Marchant taylors name and same , to weare the lawrell crowne , For seuen of Englands royall Kings , thereof haue all béene frée : And with their loues and fauors grac'd , this worthy company . King Richard once the second nam'd , vnhappy in his fall : Of all these race of royall Kings , was frée-man first of all . Bullinbrooke , fourth Henry next , by order him succéeds , To gloryfie this brotherhood by many Princely déeds , Fift Henry which so valiently , deserued fame in France , Became free of this company , faire London to aduance , Sixt Henry then the next in raigne , though lucklesse in his daies , Of Marchant-taylors free-man was , to his eternall praise . Fourth Edward that right worthy King , beloued of great and small : Also performd a frée mans loue , to this renowned Hall. Third Richard which by cruellty , brought England many woes : Unto this worthy company , no little fauour showes . But richest fauours yet at last , procéeded from a King : Whose wisdome round about the world , in Princes eares doth ring , King Henry whome we call the seuenth ; made them the greatest gracd : Because in marchant Taylors Hall , his picture now stands placed . Their charter was his Princely guift , maintaynd unto this day : He added Marchant to the name , of Taylors as some say . So Martchant Taylors they be cal'd , his royall loue was so : No London company the like , estate of Kings can shoe . From time , to time , we thus behold , the Marchant-Taylers glory : Of whose renowne the Muses pens , may make a lasting story . This loue of Kings begot such loue , of our now royall Prince : For greater loue then his to them , was nere before nor since . It pleased so his Princely minde , in méeke kinde curtesie : To be a friendly frée-man made , of this braue company : London then in heart reioyce , and Marchant Taylers sing Forth prayses of this gentle Prince , the sonne of our good King. To tell the welcomes to the world , he then in London had : Might sill vs full of pleasing ioyes , and make our hearts full glad . His triumphs there performd and done , long lasting will remaine : And Chronicles report aright , the order of it plaine . The Lamentable song of the Lord Wigmoore gouernor of Warwicke Castle , and the fayre maid of Dunsmoore : as a warning to all maids to haue care how they yeeld to the wanton delights of young gallants . To the tune of Diana . In Warwicke-sheir there stands a downe , and Dunsmoore heath it hath to name : Adioyning to a country towne , made famous by a maidens name . Fairo Isabel she called was , a shepheards daughter as some say : To wigmoores eare her fame did passe , as he in Warwicke Casile lay . Poore loue-sicke Lord , immediatly , vpon her fame set his delight : And thought much pleasure sure did lie , possessing of so swéet a wight . Therfore to Dunsmore did repaire , to recreate his sickly mind : Where in a summers euening faire , his chance was Isabell to find . She sat amidst a medow greene , most richly spred with smelling flowers . And by a riuer she was seene , to spend away some euening howers . There sat this ma●den all alone , washing her selfe in secret wise , Which Uirgin faire to looke vppon , did much delight his longing eye●● She thinking not to be espied . had layd from her her Contrey tire , The tresses of her haire vntide , hung glistring like the golden wier , And as the slakes of winters snow , that lies vnmelted on the plaines . So white her body was in show , like siluer springs did run her vaines . He rauisht with this pleasing sight , Stood as a man amazed still : Suffring his eyes to take delight , That neuer thought they had their fill . She blinded his affection so , That reasons rules were led awry : And loue the coales of lust did blow , Which to a fire soone slamed hye . And though he knew the sinne was great , Yet burned so within his brest : With such a vehement scorching heat , That none but she could lend him rest . Lord Wigmoore thus beeing drownd in lust , By liking of this dainty Dame : He call'd a seruant of great trust , Inquiring straight what was her name . She is quoth he no married wife , But a Shepheards daughter as you sée : And with her father leads her life , Whose dwellings by these pastures bée . Her name is Isabel the saire , Then stay quoth he , and speake no more : But to my Castle straight her beare , Her sight hath wounded me full sore . Thus to Lord Wigmoore she was brought , Who with delight his fancies fed : And through his sute such means he wrought That he intic'd her to his bed . This beeing done incontinent , She did returne from whence she came , And euery day she did inuent , To couer her receiued shame . But ere three months were fully past , Her crime committed plaine appeares : Unto Lord Wigmoore then in hast , She long complain'd with weeping teares . The complaint of faire Isabell for the losse of her honor , at the end whereof shee slew her selfe . To the same tune . LOrd Wigmoore thus I haue defild , And spotted my pure Uirgins bed : Behold I am conceau'd with childe , To which vile folly you me led . for now this déed that I haue wrought , Throughout this country well is knowne , And to my wo●ull parents brought , Whom now for me do make great mone . How shall I looke them in the sace , When they my shamelesse selfe shall sée : Oh cu●sed Eue I séele thy case , When thou hadst tasted on the trée . Thou hidst thy selfe and so must I , But God thy trespasse quickly found : The darke may hide me from mans eye , But leaue my shame still to abound . Wide open are mine eyes to looke , Upon my séed and heauy sinne : And quite vnclasped is the booke , Where my accounts are written in . This sinne of mine deserueth death , Be Iudge Lord Wigmoore I am shée : For I haue tread a strumpets path , And for the same I néeds must dye . Bespotted with reproachfull shame , To ages following shall I bee : And in records be writ my blame , Lord Wigmoore this is long of thée . Lord Wigmoore prostrate at thy féete , I craue my iust deserued doome : That death may cut off from the roote , This body , blossom , branch and bloome . Let modesty accuse this crime , Let loue , and law , and nature speake : Was euer any wretch yet seene , That in one instant all did breake . Then Wigmoore Iustice on me shew , That thus consented to this act : Giue me my death , for death is due , To such as sinnes in such a fact . Oh that the wombe had beene my graue , Or I had perisht in my birth : Or that same day may darknesse haue , Wherein ● first drew vitall breath . Let God regard it not at all , Let not the sunne vpon it shine : Let misty darknesse on it fall , For to make knowne this sinne of mine . The night wherein I was conceau'd , Let be accurst with mournefull cryes : Let twinckling starres from skyes bereau'd , And clowds of darkenesse thereon rise . Because they shot not vp the powers , That gaue the passage to my life : Come sorrow finish vp mine howers , And let my time here end in griefe . And hauing made this wofull moane , A knife she snatched from her side . Where Lucresse part was rightly showne . For with the same fayre Isabell dyed . Hereat Lord Wigmoore greeued sore , In heart repenting his amisse : And after would attempt no more , To crop the flowers of Maidens blisse . But liued long in wofull wise , Till death did finish vp his dayes : And now in Isabels graue he lyes , Till iudgment comes-them both to raise . A Song of Sir Richard Whittington , who by strange fortunes , came to bee thrice Lord Maior of London , with his bountifull guifts and liberallity giuen to this honorable Citty . To the tune of dainty come thou to me . HEre must I tell the praise , of worthy Whittington : Knowne to be in his dayes , thrice Maior of London . But of poore parentage , borne was he as we heare : And in his tender age , bred vp in Lancashire . Poorely to London than , came vp this simple lad : Where with a Marchant man , soone he a dwelling had . And in a Kitchin plast , a scullion for to be . Wheras long time he past , in labour drudgingly . His daily seruice was , turning spitts at the fire : And to scoure pots of brasse , for a poore Scullions hire . Meat and drinke all his pay , of coyne he had no store : Therefore to run away , in secret thought he bore . So from this marchant man , Whittington secretly : Towards his Contry ran , to purchase liberty . But as he went along , in a faire summer morne , London bells swéetly rung , Whittington back returne . Euermore sounding so , turne againe Whittington : For thou in time shalt grow , Lord Maior of London . Wherevpon back againe , VVhittington came with spéed : A prentise to remaine , as the Lord had decréed . Still blessed be the bells , this was his daily song : They my good fortune tells , most swéetly haue they rung . If God so fauour me , I will not prooue vnkind : London my loue shall sée , and my great bounties find . But sée his happy chance . this Scullion had a Cat : Which did his state aduance , and by it wealth he gat . His maister ventred sorth , to a land far vnknowne , With Marchandize of worth , as is in stories showne . VVhittington had no more , but his poore Cat as than : Which to the ship he bore , like a braue Marchant ●●n . Uentring the same ( quoth he ) I may get store of gold : And Maior of London be , as the bells haue me told . Whittingtons Marchandire , carried was to a land : Troubled with Rats and Mice , as they did vnderstand : The King of that Contry there , as he at dinner sat : Daily remain'd in feare , of many a Mouse and Rat. Meat that on trenchers lay , no way they could keepe safe : But by Rats borne away , fearing no wand nor staffe , Wherevpon soone they brought , Whittingtons nimble Cat : Which by the King was bought , heapes of gold giuen for that . Home againe came these men , with their ship loaden so : Whittingtons wealth began , by this cat thus to grow . Seullions life he forsooke , to be a Marchant good : And soone began to looke , how well his credit stood . After this he was chose , Shriefe of this citty héere : And then full quickly rose , higher as did appeare . For to this Citties praise , Sir Richard Whittington : Came to be in his dayes , thrise Maior of London . More his fame to aduance , thousands he lent his King : To maintaine warres in France , Glory from thence to bring . And after at a feast , that he the King did make : Burnd the bands all in ieast , and would no money take . Ten thousand pound he gaue , to his Prince willingly : And would not one penny haue , thus in kind curtesie , God did thus make him great : So would he daily sée , poore people sed with meat . Prisoners poore cherisht were , widdowes swéet comfort found : Good déedes both far and néere , of hun do still resound . Whittington Colledge is , one of his charities : Records reporteth this , to lasting memories . New gate he builded faire , for prisoners to liue in , Christ Church he did repaire , Christian loue for to win : Many more such like déedes , was done by VVittington : Which Ioy and Comfort bréedes , to such as lookes thereon . Lancashire thou hast bred , this flower of Charity : The●●ah he be g●n and dead , yet liues he lastingly , Those bells that cald him so , turne againe Whittington : Call you bach many mee , to liue so in London . The life and death of the great Duke of Buckingham , who came to an vntimely end , for consenting to the deposing of the two gallant young princes , King Edward the fourths Children . To the tune of Shores wife . A Tale of griefe I must vnfold , a tale that neuer yet was told : A tale that might to pitty mooue , the spirits below and Saints aboue . When warres did plague this maiden land , great Buckingham in grace did stand : With Kings and Quéenes he ruled so , when he said I , none durst say no. Great Glosters Duke that washe the thr●ane with blood of Kings , to mak● his owne : By Henry Staffords help obtaind what reason wild to be refraind . If any noble of this land , against great Glosters aime did stand : Ould Buckingham with might and power , in seas of woes did him deuoure . He hoped when Richard was made King , he would much greater honors bring : To Buckingham and to his name , and well reward him for the same . In Clarence death he had a hand , and gainst King Edwards Quéen did stand , And to hir sonnes bore little l●ue , when he as Bastards would them prooue . King Edward swore him by his oth , in true aledgeance to them both , Which if I faile I wish quoth he , all Christians curse may light on me . It so fell out on All Soules day , by law his life was tane away : He had his wish though not his will , for treasons end is alwaies ill . In London hauing pleaded claime , and Richard there by won the game : He challengd honour for his gaine but was rewarded with disdaine . On which disgrace within few houres , Great Buckingham had raisd his powers , But all in vaine the King was strong , and Stafford néeds must suffer wrong . His Army faild and durst not stand , vpon a Traitors false command : Beeing thus deceaued onld Stafford fled , not knowing where to hide his head . The King with speed to haue him found , did offer ful two thousand pound : Thus Richard sought to cast him downe , whose wit did win him Englands Crowne , The plaine old Duke his life to saue , of his owne man did succour craue : In hope that he would him releiue , that late much land to him did giue . Base Banester this man was nam'd , by this vild déed for euer sham'd : It is quoth he a common thing , to iniure him that wrongd his King. King Edwards children he betraid , the like gainst him I will haue plaid . Being true , my heart him greatly graft , but prouing false that loue is past . Thus Banester his maister sold , vnto his foe , for hier of gold : But marke his end and rightly see , the iust reward of trechery . The Duke by law did loose his blood , for him he sought to doe most good : The man that wrought his Maisters woe , by lingring griefe was brought full low . For when the King did heare him speake , how basely he the Duke did take : Instead of gold gaue him disgrace , with vanishment from towne and place . Thus Banester was forst to beg , and craue for food with cap and leg : But none to him would bread bestow : that to his master proued a foe . Thus wandred he in poore estate : repenting his misdeed to late : Till starued he gaue vp his breath , by no man pittied at his death , To wofull ends his Children came , sore punisht for their fathers shame : ▪ Within a kennell one was drownd , where water scarse could hide the ground ▪ Another by the powers diuine , was strangely eaten vp of swine : : The last a wofull ending makes , by strangling in a stinking Iakes . Let traitors this behold and see , and such as false to masters be : Let disobedient sonnes draw neere , these iudgements wel may touch them néer● Both old and young that liue not well , looke to be plagu'd , by heauen or hell : ●o haue you heard the story than , of this great Duke of Buckingham . The wofull death of Queene Iane Wife to King Henry the eight . and how King Edward was cut out of his mothers belly . To the tune of the lamentation for the Lord of Essex . VVHen as King Henry ruld this land , he had a Quéene I vnderstand : Lord Semors daughter faire and bright , King Henries comfort and delight : Yet death by his remorslesse power , did blast the bloome of this sweet flower . Oh mourne , mourne mourn faire Ladies , Iane your Quéene the flower of England dies . His former Quéenes béeing wrapt in lead , This gallant Dame possest his bed : Where rightly from her wombe did spring , a ioyfull comfort to hir King , A welcome blessing to the land , preserud by Gods most holy hand . Oh mourne , mourne mourne faire Ladies , Iane your Queen the flower of England dies . The Queen in trauell pained sore , full thirty wofull daies and more : And no way could deliuered be , as euery Lady wisht to see , Wherefore the King made greater mone , then euer yet his grace had showne . Oh mourne , mourne mourne , faire Ladies , Iane your Queen the flower of England dies . Beeing somthing eased in his mind , his eyes a slumbring sleepe did find : Where dreaming he had lost a rose , but which he could not well suppose , A ship he had a rose by name , oh no it was his royall Iane : Oh mourne , mourne , mourne faire Ladies , Iane your Queen the flower of England dies . Being thus perplext in greefe and care , a Lady to him did repaire : And said oh King shew vs thy will , thy Queenes sweet life to saue or spill . If she cannot deliuered be , yet saue the flower if not the tree . Oh mourne , mourne , mourne , faire Ladies , Iane your Quéene , the flower of England dies . Then downe vppon his tender knée , for help from heauen prayed he : Meane while into a sleepe they cast , his Quéene which euermore did last . And opening then her tender woombe , aliue they tooke this budding bloome : Oh mourne , mourne , mourne , faire Ladies , Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands dead This babe so borne much comfort brought , and cheard his fathers drooping thought : Prince Edward he was cald by name , grac●d with vertue wit and fame : And when his father left this earth , he ruld this land by law full birth . Oh mourne , mourne , mourne , faire Ladies , Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands dead But marke the powerfull will of heauen , we from this ioy were soone bereauen . Sir yeares he raigned in this land , and then obeyed Gods command , And left his Crowne to Mary heere , whose fiue years raigne cost England deare Oh mourne , mourne , mourne faire Ladies , Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands dea● Elizabeth raigned next to her , Europes pride and Englands starre : Wonder world , foor such a Quéene , vnder heauen was neuer seene . A mayd , a Saint , an Angell bright , in whom all princes tooke delight : Oh mourne , mourne , mourne faire Ladies , Elizabeth the flower of Englands dead . A short and sweet sonnet made by one of the maides of honor vpon the death of Queene Elizabeth , which she sowed vppon a sampler in red silke . To a new tune or to Phillida flouts me . GOne is Elizabeth , whom we haue lou'd so deare : She our kind Mistris was , full foure and forty yeare . England she gouernd well not to be blamed : Flanders sho succord still , and Ireland tamed . France she befrended , Spaine she hath soiled : Papists reiected , and the Pope spoyled . To Princes powerfull , to the world vertuous : To her foes mercifull , to subiects gracious . Her soule is in heauen , the world keepes her glory : Subiects her good deeds , and so ends my story , The life and death of famous Th. Stukely , an English gallant in the time of Queene Elizabeth , who ended his dayes in a battaile of Kings in Barbarie . To the tune of King Henries going to Bullin . IN the west of England , borne there was I vnderstand : A famous gallant liuing in his dayes . by birth a wealthy Clothiers sonne , Deeds of wonder he hath done , to purchase him a long and lasting praise . If I should tell his story , pride was all his glory : And lusty Stuekly he was cald in court . he serud a Bishop of the west , And did accompany the best maintaining still him selfe in galant sort . Being thus esteemed , and euery where well deemed : He gaind the fauour of a London dame : daughter to an Alderman , Curtis he was called than , to whom a sutor gallantly he came . When she his person spied , he could not be denied So braue a Gentle man he was to see , she was quickly made his wife : In weale or woe to lead her life , her father willingly did so agree . Thus in state and pleasure , ful many daies they measure : Till cruell death with his regardles spight : bore old Curtis to his graue , A thing that Stukely wisht to haue , that he might reuell all in gold so bright . He was no sooner toombed , but Stukely presumed : To spend a hundred pound that day in wast : the brauest gallants of the land , Had Stukelies purse at their command , thus merily the time away he past . Tauerns and Ordinaries , were his cheefest braueries , Goulden angells flew there vp and downe : r●●ts were his best delight , With stately feastings day and night , in court and Citty thus he won renowne . Thus wasting land and liuing , by this his lawlesse giuing : At last he sould the pauements of his yard : which couered were with blocks of tin , Old Curtis left the same to him , which he consumed vainely as you heard . Where at his wife sore greeued , desird to be relceued , Make much of me deere husband she did say , I le make much more of thee quoth he , then any one shall verily , I le ●ell thy clothes , and so will go my way . Cruelly thus hearted , away from her he parted , And trauelled to Italy with speed , there he slorisht many a day In his silkes and rich aray : and did the pleasures of a Lady feed . It was this Ladies pleasure , to giue him gold and treasure , And to maintaine him in great pomp and faine at last came newes assuredly . Of a batlaile fought in Barbary , and he would valiantly go see the same . Many a noble gallant , sould both land and tallant : To follow Stukely to this famous fight : whereas three Kings in person would , Aduentrously with courage bould , within the battaile shew themselues in sight , Stukely and his followers all , of the King of Portugall , Had entertainement like to gentlemen , the King affected Stukely so , That he his secrets all did know : and bore his royall standard now and then . Upon this day of honour , each King did shew his banner , Morocco and the King of Barbery , Portugall with al his traine , Brauely glistred on the plaine : and gaue the onset there most valiantly . The Cannons they resounded , thundring drums rebounded : Kill , kill , as then was all the soldiers cry , mangled men lay on the grownd , And with blood the earth was dround , the sun was likewise darkened in the skye Heauen was sore displeased , and would not be appeased : But tokens of Gods heauy wrath did show : that he was angry at this war , He sent a fearefull blazing star , wherby these Kings might their misfortunes know Bloody was this slaughter , or rather wilfull murther : Whhere six score thousand fighting men was slaine , three Kings within this battaile died , With forty Dukes and Carles beside , the like will neuer more be fought againe . With woful armes infoulding , Stukely stood beholding This bloody sacrifice of soules that day : he sighing said I wofull wight , Against my Conscience heere did fight , and brought my followers all vnto decay . Being thus molested , and with greefes oppressed , These braue Italians that did sell their lands with Stukely thus to trauell forth , And venture liues for little worth , vpon him al did lay their murthering hands . Unto death thus wounded , his heart with sorrow sounded : And to them all he made this heauy mone , thus haue I left my contry deere , To be so vildly murthered heere : euen in this place wheras I am not known . My wife I haue much wronged , for what to her belonged : I vainely spent in idle course of life . what I haue done is past I sée , And bringeth naught but greefe to me , therfore grant now thy pardon gentle wife . Life I see consumeth , and death I feele presumeth : To change this life of mine into a new : yet this me greatest comfort brings , I liu'd and died in loue of Kings , and so braue Stukely bids the world adew . Stukelies life thus ended , was after death befrended , And like a soldier buried gallantly . where now there stands vpon his grauē , A stately temple builded braue : with golden Turrets peircing in the skye . FINIS . A most royall song of the life and death of our late renowned Princesse Queene Elizabeth . To the tune of the Ladies fall . IN England raigned once a king , eight Henry cald by name : Which made faire Anne of bullaine Queene , of England in great fame . UUho brought vnto this Centry ioy . and to her King delight : A daughter that in England made , Gods Gospell shine most bright . At Greenwitch was this Princesse borne , that gallant place in Kent : A house belou'd of Kings and Queenes , a house of sweet content . Euen in her childhood she beganne , so stor'd with heauenly grace : That all Estates both high and low , her virtues did embrace . None like Elizabeth was found , in learning so deuine : She had the perfect skilfull arts , of all the muses nine . In Latten Gréeke and Hebrew shée , most excellent was knowne : To forraine Kings Ambassadors , the same was daily showne , The Itallian French and Spannish tongue , she well could speake and read . The Turkish and Arabian spéech , grew perfect at her need . Her musicke made her wonderfull , so cunning therein found : The fame whereof about the world , in Princes eares did sound . Yet when her royall parents liues , by death were tane away : And her deare brother Edward turnd , to clodds of earth and clay . Her cruell sister Mary sought , her lasting greefe and woe , Regarding not the guifts that God , vppon her did bestow . A bloody raigne Queene Mary liud , a Papist in beléefe : Which was vnto Elizabeth , a great heart breaking gréefe . A faithfull Protestant was she , at which Quéene Mary spighted , And in Elizabethes mishaps , she daily much delighted . Poore maiden by the Bishops wills , in prison she was put : And from her frends and comforters , in cruell manner shut . Much hoping she would turne in time , and her true faith forsake : But firme she was and patiently , did all these troubles take . Her sister forthwith gaue command , her diat to be small : Her seruants like wise very few , Yea almost none at all . And also would haue tane her life , but that King Phillip said : Oh Quéene thy contry will report , thou hast the Tiger plaid . The Lord thus put this King in mind , his chosen Saint to saue : And likewise to Quéene Maries life , a sodaine ending gaue . And so Elizabeth was fetcht , from prison to a crowne : Which she full foure and forty yeares , possest with much renowne . She popery first of all supprest , and in our English tongue : Did cause Gods bible to be read , which heauen continue long . Poore preaching likewise she ordaind , with plenty in this land : And still against the foes thereof most zealously did stand , The pride of Rome this Quéene abates , and spightfull Spaine kept vnder : And succord much Low-contry states , where at the world did wonder : That such a worthy Prince as she , should worke such worthy things : And bring more honor to this land , then all our former Kings . The gould stil brought from Spanish mines , in spight of all her foes : Throughout all parts of Christendome , her braue aduentures shewes . Her battel 's sought vpon the Seas resounded vp to heauen : Which to aduance her fame and praise , her victory still giuen . The Spanish power in eighty eight , which thirsted for her blood : Most nobly like an Amazon their purposes withstood . And boldly in her royall campe , in person she was séene : The like was neuer done I thinke , by any Englih Quéene . Full many a Tray for since that time , she hath consounded quite : And not the bloodiest mind of all , hir courage could affright . For mercy ioynd with maiesty , still made her foes her friends : By pardoning many which deserud , to haue vntimely ends . Tirone with all his Irish rout , of rebells in that land : Though nere so desperate bold and stout , but feard her great command . She made them quake and tremble sore but for to heare her name : She planted peace in that faire land , and did their wildnesse tame . Though warres she kept with dangers great , in Ireland , France and Spayne . Yet her true subiects still at home , in safety did remaine , They ioyd to sée her princely sace , and would in nombers run : To méet her royall Maiesty , more thick then moates in Sun. But time that brings all thinges to end , a swift foot course did run : And of this royall maiden Quéene , a wofull conquest won . Hir death brought feare vppon the land , no wordes but tales of woe : In Subiects eares resounded then , where euer men did goe : But feare exchangd to present ioyes , swéet comforts loud did ring : In stead of Quéene the people cryd , long liue our royall King. Which name of King did séeme most strang , and made vs sore to muse : Because full many a yeare the name , of King we did not vse : But such a noble King he is , and so maintaines our peace : That we in heart may dayly wish , his life may neuer cease . His Quéene and his posterity , good angels still defend , This is my muses chiese desire , her melody to end . FINIS . A Song of a Beggar and a King. I Read that once in Affrica , a Prince that there did raine : Who had to name Cophetua , as Poets they did faine . From Natures workes he did incline , For sure he was not of my minde , He cared not for women kinde , but did them all disdaine . But marke what happened by the way , As he out of his window lay , He saw a beggar all in gray , which did increase his paine . The blinded boy that shootes so trim , from heauen downe so high : He drew a Dart and shot at him , in place where he did lye . Which soone did pierse him to the quick , For when he felt the arrow prick , Which in his tender heart did stick , he looketh as he would dye . What sudden chance is this quoth he , That I to loue must subiect be , Which neuer thereto would agrée , but still did it defie . Then from his window he did come , and laid him on his bed : A thousand heapes of care did runne , within his troubled head . For now he meanes to craue her loue , And now he séekes which way to prooue : How he his fancie might remoous , and not this beggar wed . But Cupid had him so in snare , That this poore begger must prepare : A salue to cure him of his care , or els he would be dead : And as he musing thus did lye , he thought for to deuise : How he might haue her company , that so did mase his eyes . In thée quoth he , doth rest my life , For surely thou shalt be my wife : Or else this hand with bloody knife , the Gods shall sure suffice . Then from his bed he arose , And to his Pallace gate he goes , Full little then this begger knowes , when she the King espied . The Gods preserue your Maiesty , tho beggars all gan cry : Uouchsafe to giue your charity , our childrens food to buy . The King to them his pursse did cast , And they to part it made great hast : The silly woman was the last , that after them did hye . The King he cald her back againe , And vnto her he gaue his chaine : And said with vs you shall remaine , till such time as we dye . For thou shalt be my wife quoth he , and honoured like the Quéene : With thée I meane to lead my life , as shortly shall be séene . Our wedding day shall appointed be , And euery thing in their degrée : Come on quoth he and follow me , thou shalt go shift thée cleane . What is thy name , say on quoth he , Phenelophon O King quoth she , With that she made a lowe courtsey , a trim one as I wéene . Thus hand in hand along they walke , vnto the Kings Pallace : The King with courteous comly talke , this begger doth imbrace . The begger blusheth Scarlet read , And straight againe as pale as lead , But not a word at all she said , she was in such a mase : At last the spake with trembling voyce , And said O King I do reioyce : That you will take me for your choice , and my degrée so base . And when the wedding day was come , the King commanded straight : The noble men both all and some , vpon the Quéene to waight . And she behaued her selfe that day , As if she had neuer walkt the way , She had forgot her gowne of gray , that she did weare of late . The Prouerbe old is come to passe , The Priest when he began his masse , Forgets that euer Clarke he was , he knoweth not his estate . Here may you read Cophetua , through sancie long time fed : Compelled by the blinded boy , the beggar for to wed . He that did louers lookes disdaine , To do the same , was glad and faine , Or else he would himselfe haue slaine , in stories as we read : Disdaine no whit O Lady déere , But pitty now thy seruant héere , Least that it hap to thée this yeare , as to that King it did . And thus they lead a quiet life , During their princely raine . And in a tombe were buried both , as writers sheweth plaine . The Lords they tooke it grieuously , The Ladies tooke it heauily , The Commons cryed pitiously , their death to them was paine . Their fame did sound so passingly , That it did pierce the Starry sky , And thorow out the world did flye , to euery Princes realme . FINIS . A Louers Song in praise of his Mistresse . To the tune of Apelles . IF that Appelles now did raigne , who euer sought for to haue fame : He might haue wone with lesser paine , a greater honor to his name . For with great paine he sought all Gréece . Till he had sound the fairest péece . Throughout all Greece he could not view , so faire , so feate , so sine withall : Nor yet his pencell neuer drew , so faire a péece and neuer shall , Wherefore if he had séene these dayes , He might haue wone a greater praise . Oh happy man might he haue said , if he had liued to this time : For to haue séene so faire a Maide , in all proportions made so fine . Her sullgent face , so faire , so cleare , That Europe cannot shew her peere . Plgmalion with his grauers then . could neuer worke so faire a péece : Nor yet Apelles in his time , did neuer sée the like in Gréece , For if he had he would haue said , That Venus was not like this maid . She is a graft of noble groweth , and worthy is she of her fame : For why her vertues plainely sheweth , that well she hath deserud the same . Wherefore my painfull pen alwaies , Shal neuer cease to write her praise . O that my pen could print her praise , according to her iust desert . That I might say and sée those dayes , that I desired with my heart For still I sought and euer shall , My Mistrēs praise might passe them all . Now proofe and praise in one is knit , and hath blowne to praise this maid : And Iustice doth in Iudgment sit , for to performe that I haue said● Thus to conclud an ●nd to make , vnto the gods I her betake . Another . To a new tune . THe Bée doth loue the swéetest flower , so doth the blossome the Aprill shower : And I doe loue that Lady truely , why should not I loue her that loues me . The bird doth loue the morning bright , to sée the day is her delight : And I do loue to sée her face , in whome that I doe loue is my solace . The fish doth loue the flouds by kind , for want of it they are ●u p●nd : And I doe loue her presents also , in whome that I loue and loue no mo . The Lybard doth loue to lie and pray , vpon the faces that goeth him by : And I do leue to looke and gase , vpon my true loues most pleasant face . The Déere doth loue in woods to dwell , as I to you the truth shall tell , And I doe loue as doth the deere , oh whereas I loue would Christ I were . Troylus that Lord withall his might , Crossed of Troy that was so bright : And I do loue as farre as he , and euer shall vntill I dye . FINIS . In praise and dispraise of women . To a pleasant new tune . VVOmen to praise who taketh in hand , a number shall displease : But who so doth them most dispraise , doth most liue at their case . Whereat I muse and maruaile much , and shall do till I die , And if you thinke I say not true , aske them if that I lye . They are mans aid and only stay , and comfort at his néed : They cherisht him in all affaires , how ouer that he spéed . And that that she for him may doe , she doth it willingly . And if , &c. And when their husbands be farre from hand , then wil they spin and carde : They wil not gossip and go gay , but then they fare full hard . They rise vp early and lye downe late , they labour earnestly , To saue a penny or a groat , aske them , &c. And if her husband chance to chide , she giues him not a word : Or if he fight she answers him , no more then doth a bo●rd . But out she goeth about her worke , and takes all patiently : Creept she croune him with a stoole , Aske them , &c. Or with her ten commandements , she takes him on the face : That from his cheekes downe to his chin ▪ a man may see each race . The go dman then must weare a clout , the goodwife she will dye : Her husband hurt so heauily , she takes , or else I ly . Then to his bed she wil not come , nor with him will be gréed : Unlesse she haue a Petticoate , or elce some other wéed . And when she with her gossips met , she telles them by and by : how she her husband handled hath , aske , &c. Well done good gossip saith the one , your practise well we praise : I drinke to you for your good déed the second gossip sayes . They all to put the same in vre , do promise by and by : Which they fulfil vnto their power , forthwith , or else I lye . Good wiues a iudgement I you pray : your verdit Let me heere : Where all be falce or all be true , by you it must appears : How ouer that the mattter goeth , the trueth you must descry : Or else it is not possible , to know if that I lye . FINIS . The Louers fairing sent to his best beloued . To the tune of I wander vp and downe . MY comfort and my ioy , this fairing I do send : Let not vnkindnesse him destroy , that is thy faithfull friend . A loyall heart I send , to thée the same I giue : O cherish it , and kéepe it safe , and so the same will liue . But if you it forsake , and will not yéeld it grace : Itliues , and dyes , and soone is fled , within a little space . O slie no promise made , nor do me not disdaine : One frowne will strike so cruelly , that I shall liue in paine . A smile reuiues me being dead , and is a ioyfull treasure : O let that sunne-shine ere be spred , for it is my chiefe treasure . My selfe , and wealth , and all I haue , a Fairing I do giue : To thee that first my heart possest , and still maist make me liue . Stéele not thy heart nor make it hard , but intertaine mine In●e : So may I boast , and still shall say , I shall much comfort win . Returne me comfort back , let me not languish euer : For ● am thine , and euer shall , till death my life do seuer . FINIS . The Maidens kind answere to her louer . To the same tunc . Take courage gentle loue , I neuer will thee forsake : Nor while I liue shall euer man , possession of me take , Thy Loyall heart I le kéepe , and send mine back to thee : Mine is in feare to liue in paine , but thine I am sure is free . The promise that I made , I vow and sweare I le kéepe : My loue to thée shall euer wake , oh neuer let thine sleepe . No frownes shall kill my face , but smiles shall stil be séene : I long vntil I sée thy face , that absent long hath béene . My heart doth melt like ware , and neuer shall be hard : Women haue neuer steely hearts , for then their sex were mard . All comfort I can send , I do returne to thée : My heart , my selfe , and all I haue , is thine eternally . Finis . A maides complaint for lack of a loue : Expressing the anguish in mind she doth prooue NO Maiden may so well as I , complaine of her hard destiny : I am now in prime of yeares , yet there is no yong man beares , A brest that harboreth a heart , that hath compassion on my smart . Therefore I am fore affraid , I shall liue and dye a maid . I cast as other maidens doe , Amorous glances for to woe : Youngmen to settle on my loue , but those glances do not proone . They are like shaftes by blindmen shot , against a marke that nere is hot . Therefore I am sore affraid , I shall liue and dic a maide . Twenty winters haue I séene , as as many sommers gréene : T is enough to bréed vispaire , so long a maideu head to beare , T is a burden of such waight , that I would fame be easd of t straight . But alasse I am afraid , &c. I know that young-men me reiect , my beauty merrits more respect : My quicke gray eye my chery cheeke , where they may finde that list to séeks Matter to increase lones fire , and to ffir them to desire : But alasse I am afraid , &c. Higho I loue , yet modesty , bids me not be too too free : In demonstrating my paine , least rebuke and shame I gaine . But where fire is there it smoakes , anguish followes heauy streakes : Out alasse I am afraid , &c. I loue , yet loue binds me to paine , loue reiected's louers baine , We maides are bound by modesty , at all assaies to secrecy . Modestie's too strict a dame , to her will I cannot frame . Out alasle I am afraid . &c. Time hath wrought an alteration , blushing is a fooliw fashion : All maides leaue it , so will I , and to my sore , a salue apply . Babish blushing hinders all , who would to modesty be thrall . I will be no more afraid , I le no longer be a maide . Bash full young men make vs bould , when they loue in bondage hould , They take from vs that ruddy dye , that should vpon our faces lye . Condemne vs not then , louo makes way , like fire that 's hid in dryest bay , I will be no more afraid , I le no longer liue a maide . FINIS . The Lamentation of an Ale wises daughter for the losse of her Virginity . To a new tune . IN the spring time when Plants do bud , and birds vse chirping notes : When beasts do gather heart of grasse and fish in water flotes . It was my chance for to espie , a Nimph of Venus traine : Which in a groue wherein she sat , did mightily complaine : I hearkned to her sad lament , I listned to her tale , Whereby it séemed that she had , set honesty to sale : Alas said shee , that mother déere , an Alewise was to me : Or that it was my heauie chance , to vse bad companv . Wo be to him that with the Dyle , of Angels me intis'd : Thrise woe be to the golden baits , that often me surpris'd . Woe to the toyes of youth too rash , Woe to the crafty snares Of Crooked age , that youth doe catch , in n●ts at vnawares . Woe to dame Nature for hir paines , in making me the glasse For others , for to scoffe and laugh , as they the way do passe . Then gushed out the Siluer streames , of water from her eyes , Which did bed●w her Roseate chéekes , and that in dolefull wise . Ienki● . At which I came , & spake these words , what fortune hath decreed ? Or how ? or why ? haue fatall fates , committed such a déed ? That thou the mirror of our age , and pride of Natures bower : Farre sweeter then the ruddy Rose , or gallant Gilly slower , Should'st thus lament and pine away ? whose cheerfull countenance The hearts of yong and ●ake of old , hath causd full oft to daunce , I st losse of loue ? I st want of wealth ? Is cause thou sleepest alone ? Or I st the death of some deare friend , that causeth thée to moue ▪ 100. Not so , my friend , what doest thou mean , to make the thing so strange : Experience teacheth after full , there néeds must be a change . The golden baite intised hath , the pretions Pearle from met Which to be gotten back againe , remaines without remedy . Ien. Your meaning ( swéet ) I do not know , I pray you tell it plaine : Faine would I finde some remedy , to ease you of your paine . 100. I thanke you for your kind good will , which you did shew to me : In recompence whereof I will , my words make plaine to thée . As nature had aborned me , with gifts of beauty rare : So for to deck and trim my selfe , was all my chiesest care , Then many suters came to me , and most my betters were . Whom I disdain'd and set lightby , my minde was to seuere . At length there came an aged man , of money store had he : Who with his bags and golden baits , hath bred my misery . My mother yéelded her consent , and causd me doe the samé : Which maketh me thus to lament , that I must liue in shame . Let Maidens then example take , and warning by my fall : Least they like me , should catched be , by comming to the call . Thus hast thou heard my friend my griefe , I can no longer stay : Adew , and twenty times farewell , this sorrowfull month of May. FINIS . A new Sonnet of Coridon and Phillida . COridon arise my Coridon , Titan shineth cleare : Cor. Who is it that calleth Coridon . who is it I heare . Phi Phillida thy true loue calleth thée , arise then , arise then , Arise and féed thy flocks with me . Cor. Phillida my true is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and feed my flocks with thée . Phi. Here are cheries ripe my Coridon , eate them for my sake : Cor. Here 's my oa●en pipe my lonely on , sport for thée to make . Here are thréeds my true-loue fine as silke , to knit thée , to knit thée , A paire of stockins white as milke . here are réeds my true loue fine and neat , To make thée , to make thée , a bonnet to withstand the heate . Phi. I will gather flowers my Coridon , to set in thy Cap : Cor. I will gather ●ears my louely on , to set in thy lap . Phi. I wil buy my true-loue garters ga● for Sundaies , for Sundaies ; To weare about his legs to tall , Cor. I will buy my true loue yellow saye , For Sundaies , for Sundaies , to weare about her midle small . Phi. When my Coridon sits on a hill , making melody : Cor. When my louely on sits at her whéele , singing chéerely . Sure me thinkes my true-loue doth excell , for swéetuesse , for swéetnesse , Our Pan that old Arcadian knight , and me thinkes my true-loue beares that bell ; For clearenesse , for clearenesse : beyond the nimphs that be so bright . Phi. Had my Coridon , my Coridon , bin alacke my swaine : Had my louely on , my louely on , bin in ●da plaine . Cinthia Endimion had refus'd , preferring , preferring : My Coridon to play withall . the Quéene of loue had bin excus'd , Bequeathing , Bequething : my Phillida the golden ball , Yonder comes my mother , Coridon , whither shall I fly : Under yonder béech my louely one , While she passeth by . Say to her thy true-loue was not here , remember , remember : To morrow is another day . doubt me not my true-loue do not feare , Farewell then , farewell then , heauen keepe our loue alway . FINIS . Coridons Complaint . PHillida where hast thou bin ? Long it is since I haue séene my Phillida . Euery éeu●● when day was doon , In the absence of the sunne , haue we met , my loue to sport and play . Now thy absence makes me feare , Coridon's not held so deare , of Philida . As he earst was wont to bee : Smile as thou wert wont on me , Phillida , my fairest Phillida . Coridon is now as true , As when first the heauenly hew , of Phillida . Made him all-admiring stand , And did loue and life command , Phillida , my fairest Phillida . Such sad dumps thy absence breeds , That my Pipe of Daten Réeds , faire Phillida , I lay by , and sighing sit : Sorrow sighes , and teares beget . Phillida , my fairest Phillida . With thée I can play and sing , And mine armes shall , like a ring , faire Phillida Circle thée : and then I hold , That 's more desir'd of me then gold . Phillida , my fairest Phillida . But without thée still I say , I , in woe weare time away , my déarest loue . Therefore let thy kind reply Cure me , or I faint and dye . Phillida , let not thy fancy mooue . FINIS . Phyllidaes kind replye . WHerefore faints my Coridon ? Thinkes thou I am such a one , as Cressida ? I will prooue as firme to thée , As Lucrece or Penelope , Coridon doubt not of Phillida . Though I haue béen absent long , Faint not my sweet Coridon : thy Phillida Is , as thou art , true and iust , Strong in loue , but weake in lust . Coridon doubt not of Phillida . Nor , though our sex are giuen to range , Doth Phillida delight in change , my Coridon : If my absence made thee greeue , Let my presence now reléeue Coridon , my déerest Coridon . As in me thou takest delight , So do I in thy swéete sight , my Coridon : I haue bene in yonder groue , Gathering flowers for my loue : Coridon my dearest Coridon . The chiefest both for shew and sent , So choice am I for thy content , my dearest loue : Looke , the liuery of the spring , to deck thee Coridon I bring , then do not thy Phillida reprooue . Such a louing simphathy , in our loue● ( deare loue ) doth lye : I know right well . Such a heart wrought combination , that I feare no separation : Coridon such néedlesse doubts repell , FINIS . A New sonnet of a Knight and a faire Virgin. To the tune of Salengers round . I Read how in King Arthurs time , a Knight as he did ride : Did méet a Uirgin faire and bright , about the gréenewood side . Could she w●ll or could she wo , he lighted of his stéed : And there he tooke against her will , her maiden head indéed . When this was done this maiden then , went raging to the King : Bewailing of her pitteous case , and told him euery thing : The King now hearing her complaint , in Stories as I read , Commanded the Knight he should be hangd , for this his hainous déed : The Quéene alas considering this , it was a pitteous thing : To cast away so faire a man , she begd him of the King. Unto the Knight then she began , now prisoner art thou mine : For thou shalt dye for ought I know , except thy wittes are fine . Yet I will giue thée a whole yeares space , to know of woemens kind : What thing it is that woemen loue best , if they may haue their mind . Full sadly went this Knight away , some councell for to find , To know the cause , to kéepe the day , that was to him assign'd . When that the yeare was almost out , he came where he had seene : Twenty Ladies in a rout , all dancing on a greene . When he drew néere vnto the place , his Question o haue told : They vaded all before his face , saue one that was ful old . Amaz●d be yée sir Knight quoth she , what i st that you mislike : Perchance you may pick out of me , the thing that you do seeke . He told her then , she said againe , if I do it for you : You must agree to grant it me , that you may easily doe . Content quoth he , come on quoth she , haue with you to the Quéene : And say that it is Soueraignty , that women loue as I wéene . Onward they go , the Quéene did know the Knight was néere at hand , She placed her Ladies all on a row , to heare the matter scand . The Knight he gaue his question this , my tale was soone exprest : It séemes to me , that Soueraigntie , is that that women loue best . The Ladies all about the hall , their verdits soone did giue : This worthy Knight , hath hit so right , hath well deserued to liue . Then Beldam stept before the Quéene , desiring that the Knight : Might grant to her vpon the gréene , the troth that he did plight . What is that quoth he , mary quoth shee , that I may bee your wife : Alas quod he , then woe is mee , yet rather take my life . There was no shift , but marriage swif● . and both laid in a bed : When she did ioy to preeue a toy , he turned away his head . Sirquoth she , were not you better haue me , being both shrewd and old : Then to haue youth , that for a truth . should make you a Cuckold . But all this while she saw no sm●le , nor countenance of the Knight : She changed hew , she made her selfe new , her beauty was brane and bright . Then fell the Knight to louers delight , good Lord what dayes are these . It was so strange to sée the change , a could not sléepe for fleas . FINIS . A new song of an Hostisse and her Guests . To the tune of the painter . I Wil not to Saint Katherines goe , to laugh no more : My Hostisse chides and checks me so , I am sorry therefore . When I came in as merry as a pye : she hung she chin , she lookt awry . She hould , she scould , she looked so coy , I could not be merry I could not ioy . I saw her sit so maidenly , when I came in : To busse and kisse her curtuously , I did begin . The more I shewed my countenance free , the more be shrewed , the worse was she : Her talke so shrill , the time so soure , I durst not tarry there halfe an hower . The béere was bitter for my tast , I tell you true : I came to soone to make such hast , as did ensue Yet after al● these comely shewes , as best becomes those friendly shrewes : The frownes were gone , and frollick she , contented was to welcome me . Then had we that and cheere at will , as serued the place . A redy friend our pots to fill , and fetch apace . The Goodman he was not at home , the guests were cut ouer heart and come : The shrew became a curteous dame . The three hoop'd pot was filled round , for lack of cheere : Aneats-foot in the towne was found , and we drew neere . To take our fill of euery ioy , our Hostisse was no longer coy : But thankes be to God our friends and vs , our mallice and all was ended thus , Finis . A Lamentable Ditty on the death of a nobleman who was executed in the time of King Edward . SHould fortune frowne against the Gods , alas and should she so : Should worthy wightes of noble blood , receiue such mortall woe : Alas poore England now alas , Thy wo wil shortly come to passe , In time of noble Edwards raigne , whose same doth farre resound : His vncle deare did truth maintaine , and all his foes confound , But in the end alas alas , his wofull death was brought to passe , His Princely name and courage stout , which all men may report : Could not defend him from the rout , of those that did extort . But in the end alas alas , his wofull death was brought to passe . He was bereft of noble power , committed to his charge : And cast into the prison Tower , his torments to enlarge : Where as he lay alas alas , to dolefull death was brought to passe . Who then did know the saigned clause , wherefore he was condemned , Is not the sentence of those lawes , of all good men commended : O noble Duke alas alas , thy wofull death is come to passe . How wast thou led vnto Tower-hill , with billes beset about : Euen like a lambe contented still , before the wooluish rout . O Summerset alas alas , thy wofull death is come to passe . How did the Common people cry , with heaped voyces shril : Pardon pardon with hands on high , hoping to kéepe him still . He stood vpright a noble Duke , with constant courage bold : Content your selues this was his suse , the lawes haue me controld . Alas poore soules alas alas , your wo will shortly come to passe . Pray for the peace of Edward King , your Soueraigue he did say : That he may prosper in liu●ng , all ye good people pray . Least that his foes alas alas , do bring his wofull death to passe . Our Summer sweet was thus berest , and winter did ensue : What carefull hearts to vs were left : are since approoued true . Oh England cry alas alas , that thy woe should come thus to passe . Finis . A pleasant new Sonnet intituled , mine owne deare Lady braue , To the tune of Rogero MYne owne deare Lady braue , would God it were my hap : To be the Spanniell that you haue , to dandlo in yourlap . Or that ● were so feate , to please you with my skippes : To take me vp in your conceit , to stand and lick your lippes : Or that my pranking pace , in all points could agree : To touch your traine in euery place , at least as neere as he . Or that I could so bragge , or simper with my taile : To take me vp into your lap , to know what I doe ayle . Then should I hope and haue , each dainty in the dish . And harbor like a pretty knaue , according to my wish . And sleepe betweene your paps , with striking on the ●ead : As tenderly each Lady raps , such puppies in their beds . Would God you would voutchsafe , to grant me halfe the grace : A lick or leape some time to haue , in such a puppies place . Should neuer faining whelpe , so closely kéepe you play : For I will neither yaune nor yelpe , your secrets to bewray . But what it should behooue , A Spaniell to professe : To cloake or hide , when you remooue , my part shall be no lesse . And what doth want in him , my fauor might supply : For though your puppie can do frim , yet not so well as I. Perhaps you will forget , your puppies dainty toyes , When you and I were closely met , to play for pritty boyes . Then pitty now peruse , this written verse of mine : Or else the Dog I craue to choose , the happy state of thine . FINIS . A new Sonnet , of a curst wife and her husband . PAssing along through Redriffe , I heard one sore complaining : Then streight I drew me neere to him , to know the cause and meaning . Of this his sorrow , care and griefe , which did his minde disaster : Alasse sayes he what shall I doe , my wife will needs be maister ▪ For I may did wo worth the time , that ere with her I matched : For with her nailes that are so sharpe , my face she hath bescratched . To a Surgion I was driuen to run , for to goe beg a plaister : So thus God knowes vnto my greefe , my wife will be my maister . I drndge I droile I tosse I toyle , till that the day be ended : At night I make to her account , what monny I haue spended . Or else my pockets she will search , and say I am a waster : Thus like a mome I liue at home , and she will needes be maister . For all the paines that I do take , yet still she will be chiding : Crcept siue groats each night I bring , at home ther 's no abiding . She saies that I am good for nought , but for some foolish Ieaster : With angry browes and deadly vowes , she sweares to be my master . Thus honnest friend as you haue heard , I daily liue in sorrow : Of neuer a neighbor that I haue , dare I once lend or borrow . If I should liue as many yeares , as euer did King Nestor : Yet in my mind it still me feares , that she would be my maister . I dare not stir forth of her sight , but when I am a working : For her iealous mind doth thinke I am , with one or other lurking . And if at any time I should , but chance to spend a teaster : Shee le call me knaue , base rogue and slane . and sweares shee le bee the maister . FINIS . A30002 ---- An essay upon poetry Buckingham, John Sheffield, Duke of, 1648-1720 or 21. 1682 Approx. 19 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 12 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry. 2002-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-05 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-06 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2002-06 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-07 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion AN ESSAY UPON POETRY . LONDON , Printed for Ioseph Hindmarsh at the Black-Bull in 〈◊〉 near the Royal Exchange , 1682 AN ESSAY UPON POETRY . OF Things in which Mankind does most excell , Nature's chief Master-piece is writing well ; And of all sorts of Writing none there are That can the least with Poetry compare ; No kind of work requires so nice a touch , And if well done , there 's nothing shines so much , But Heav'n forbid we should be so prophane , To grace the vulgar with that sacred name ; 'T is not a Flash of Fancy which sometimes Dasling our Minds , sets off the slightest Rimes ; Bright as a blaze , but in a moment done ; True Wit is everlasting , like the Sun ; Which though sometimes beneath a cloud retir'd , Breaks out again and is by all admir'd . Number , and Rime , and that harmonious sound , Which never does the Ear with harshness wound , Are necessary , yet but vulgar Arts , For all in vain these superficial parts Contribute to the structure of the whole Without a Genius too , for that 's the Soul ; A Spirit which inspires the work throughout , As that of Nature moves this World about ; A heat that glows in every word that 's writ , That 's something of Divine , and more than Wit ; It self unseen , yet all things by it shown , Describing all men , but describ'd by none ; Where dost thou dwell ? what caverns of the Brain Can such a vast and mighty thing contain ? When I at idle hours in vain thy absence mourn , O where dost thou retire ? and why dost thou return , Sometimes with powerful charms to hurry me away From pleasures of the night , and business of the day ? Ev'n now too far transported I am fain To check thy course , and use the needfull rein ; As all is dullness , when the Fancy's bad , So without Judgment , Fancy is but mad ; And Judgment has a boundless influence ; Not upon words alone , or only sence , But on the world , of manners , and of men , Fancy is but the Feather of the Pen ; Reason is that substantial useful part , Which gains the Head , while t'other wins the Heart Here I should all the differing kinds reherse Of Poetry with various sorts of Verse ; But who that task can after Horace do ? That mighty Master and Example too ? Ecchoes at best ; all we can say is vain , Dull the design , and fruitless were the pain ; 'T is true , the Ancients we may rob with ease , But who with that sad shift himself can please , Without an Actor's pride ? a Players Art Is more than his who writes the borrow'd part . Yet modern Laws are made for later Faults , And new Absurdities inspire new thoughts ; What need has Satyr then to live on theft , When so much fresh occasion still is left ? Folly abounds , nay flourishes at Court , Where on its sphere it finds a kind support ; But hold , White-Hall has nothing now to fear , 'T is Wit and Sence that is the Subject here . Defects of witty Men deserve a Cure , And those who are so , will the worst endure . First then of Songs , that now so much abound , Without his Song no Fop is to be found , A most offensive Weapon which he draws , On all he meets , against Apollo's Laws : Though nothing seems more easy , yet no part Of Poetry requires a nicer Art ; For as in rows of richest Pearl there lyes Many a blemish that escapes our Eyes , The least of which Defects is plainly shewn In some small Ring , and brings the value down ; So Songs should be to just perfection wrought , Yet where can we see one without a fault ; Exact propriety of words and thought ? Th' expression easy , and the fancy high , Yet that not seem to creep , nor this to fly ; No words transpos'd , but in such just cadance , As , though hard wrought , may seem the effect of chance ; Here , as in all things else , is most unfit Bawdry barefac'd , that poor pretence to Wit ; Such nauseous Songs as the late Convert made , Which justly call this censure on his Shade ; Not that warm thoughts of the transporting joy , Can shock the Chastest , or the Nicest cloy ; But obscene words , too gross to move desire , Like heaps of Fuel do but choak the Fire . That Author's Name has undeserved praise , Who pall'd the appetite he meant to raise . Next , Elegie , of sweet but solemn voice , And of a Subject grave , exacts the choice , The Praise of Beauty , Valour , Wit contains , And there too oft despairing Love complains . In vain alas , for who by Wit is moved ? That Phoenix she deserves to be beloved . But Noisy Nonsence , and such Fops as vex Mankind , take most with that fantastick Sex. This to the praise of those who better know , The many raise the value of the few . But here , as I too oft alas have tryed , Women have drawn my wandring thoughts aside . Their greatest fault , who in this kind have writ , Is neither want of words , nor dearth of wit ; But though this Muse harmonious numbers yield , And every Couplet be with fancy fill'd ; If yet a just coherence be not made Between each thought , and the whole model layed So right , that every step may higher rise , As in a Ladder , till it reach the Skies ; Trifles like these perhaps of late have past , And may be lik'd awhile , but never last ; 'T is Epigram , 't is Point , 't is what you will , But not an Elegie , nor writ with skill , No * Panegyrick , nor a Coopers-Hill . A higher flight and of a happier force Are Odes , the Muses most unruly Horse ; That bounds so fierce , the Rider has no rest , But foams at mouth , and speaks like one possest . The Poet here must be indeed Inspired , And not with fancy , but with fury fired . Cowley might boast to have perform'd this part , Had he with Nature joyn'd the rules of Art : But ill expression gives too great Allay To that rich Fancy , which can ne're decay . Though all appears in heat and fury done , The Language still must soft and easy run . These Laws may seem a little too severe , But Judgment yields , and Fancy governs there ; Which , though extravagant , this Muse allows , And makes the work much easier than it shews . Of all the ways that Wisest Men could find To mend the Age , and mortify Mankind , Satyr well writ has most successful prov'd , And cures , because the remedy is lov'd . 'T is hard to write on such a Subject more , Without repeating things said oft before . Some vulgar Errors only Lets remove That stain this Beauty , which we chiefly love . Of well-chose words some take not care enough , And think they may be as the Subject rough . This great work must be more exactly made , And sharpest thoughts in smoothest words convey'd : Some think if sharp enough , they cannot fail , As if their only business was to rail ; But 't is mens Foibles nicely to unfold , Which makes a Satyr differ from a Scold . Rage you must hide , and prejudice lay down , A Satyr's Smile is sharper than his Frown . So while you seem to scorn some Rival Youth , Malice it self may pass sometimes for Truth . The Laureat here may justly claim our praise , Crown'd by Mac-Fleckno with immortal Bays ; Though prais'd and punish'd for another's Rimes , His own deserve that glorious fate sometimes ; Were he not forc'd to carry now dead weight , Rid by some Lumpish Minister of State. Here rest my Muse , suspend thy cares awhile , A greater Enterprize attends thy toil ; And as some Eagle that intends to fly A long and tedious Journy through the Sky , Considers first the perils of her case , Over what Lands and Seas she is to pass ; Doubts her own strength so far , and justly fears That lofty Road of Airy Travellers ; But yet incited by some great design , That does her hopes beyond her fears incline , Prunes every feather , views her self with care , Then on a sudden flounces in the Air. Away she flies so strong , so high , so fast , She lessens to us , and is lost at last . So greater things my Muse prepares to sing , Things that will Malice , and may Envy bring ; Yet why should Truth offend , when only told T' inform the Ignorant , and warn the Bold ? On then my Muse , adventrously engage To give Instructions that concern the Stage . The Unites of Action , Time , and Place , Which , if observed , give Plays so great a grace , Are , though but little practis'd , too well known To be taught here , where we pretend alone From nicer faults to purge the present Age , Less obvious Errors of the English Stage . First then , Solilopues had need be few , Extreamly short , and spoke in passion too . Our Lovers talking to themselves , for want Of others , make the Pit their Confidant ; Nor is the matter mended much , if thus They trust a friend only to tell it us . Th' occasion should as naturally fall , As when Bellario confesses all . Figures of Speech , which Poets think so fine , Art's needless Varnish to make Nature shine , Are all but Paint upon a beauteous Face , And in Descriptions only claim a place . But to make Rage declame , and Grief discourse , From Lovers in despair fine things to force , Must needs succeed , for who can chuse but pity To see poor Hero's miserably witty ? But O the Dialogues , where jest and mock Is held up like a rest at Shittle-cock ! Or else like Bells eternally they Chime , Men dye in Simile , and live in Rime . What things are these , who would be Poets thought , By Nature not inspir'd , nor Learning taught ? Some Wit they have , and therefore may deserve A better way than this by which they starve : But to write Plays ? why 't is a bold pretence , To Language , Breeding , Fancy and good Sense ; Nay more , for they must look within to find Those secret turns of Nature in the mind . Without this part in vain would be the whole , And but a Body all without a Soul : All this together yet is but a part Of Dialogue , that great and powerful Art , Now almost lost , which the old Grecians knew , From whence the Romans fainter Copies drew , Scarce comprehended since but by a few . Plato and Lucian are the best Remains Of all the wonders which this art contains ; Yet to our selves we Justice must allow , Shakespear and Fletcher are the wonders now Consider them , and read them o're and o're , Go see them play'd , then read them as before . For though in many things they grosly fail , Over our Passions still they so prevail , That our own grief by theirs is rockt asleep , The dull are forc'd to feel , the wise to weep . Their Beauties Imitate , avoid their faults ; First on a Plot employ thy carefull thoughts , Turn it with time a thousand several waies , This oft alone has given success to Plays ; Reject that vulgar error which appears So fair , of making perfect characters , There 's no such thing in Nature , and you 'l draw A faultless Monster which the world ne're saw . Some faults must be , that his misfortunes drew , But such as may deserve compassion too . Besides the main Design composed with Art , Each moving Scene must be a Plot a part , Contrive each little turn , mark every place , As Painters first chalk out the future face , Yet be not fondly your own slave for this , But change hereafter what appears amiss . Think not so much where shining thoughts to place , As what a man would say in such a case . Neither in Comedy will this suffice , The Actor too must be before your eyes , And though 't is Drudgery to stoop so low , To him you must your utmost meaning show . Expose no single Fop , but lay the load More equally , and spread the Folly broad ; The other way 's too common , oft we see A fool derided by as bad as he ; Hawks fly at nobler game , but in his way , A very Owl may prove a Bird of prey ; Some Poets so will one poor Fop devour ; But to Collect , like Bees from every flower , Ingredients to compose that precious juice , Which serves the world for pleasure and for use , In spite of faction this will favour get , But Falstaff seems unimitable yet . Another fault which often does befall , Is when the wit of some great Poet shall So overflow , that is , be none at all , That all his Fools speak sence , as if possest , And each by Inspiration breaks his jest ; If once the Justness of each part be lost , Well we may laugh , but at the Poets cost : That silly thing men call sheer Wit avoid , With which our Age so nauseously is cloy'd , Humour is all , and 't is the top of wit , T' express agreeably a thing that 's fit . But since the Poets we of late have known , Shine in no dress so well as in their own , The better by example to convince , Le ts cast a view on this wrong side of sence . First a Solloquie is calmly made , Where every reason is most nicely weigh'd , At the end of which most opportunely comes Some Hero frighted at the noise of Drums For her dear sake , whom at first sight he loves , And all in Metaphor his passion proves ; But some sad accident , that 's yet unknown , Parting this pair , to leave the man alone , He 's Jealous presently , we know not why , Then , to oblige his Rival needs must dy ; But first he makes a Speech , wherein he tells The absent Nymph how much his flame excells , And yet bequeaths her generously now To that dear Rival whom he does not know , Who coming in , sent sure by Fate 's command , Too late alas withholds his hasty hand , Which now has given that most lamented stroke , At which this very Stranger 's heart is broke ; Who more to his new friend than Mistress kind , Mourns the sad Fate of being left behind , Most naturally prefers those dying Charms To Love , and living in his Ladyes Arms. How shamefull , and what monstrous things are these ? And then they rail at th' Age they cannot please , Conclude us only partial for the dead , And grudge the Sign of old Ben. Iohnson's head . When the Intrinsick value of the Stage Can scarce be judg'd , but by the following Age ; For Dances , Flutes , Italian Songs , and rime May keep up sinking Nonsence for a time , But that will fail , which now so much o're rules , And sence no longer will submit to fools . By painfull steps we are at last got up Pernussus hill , upon whose Airy top The Epick Poets so divinely show , And with just pride behold the rest below . Heroick Poems have a just pretence To be the chief effort of humane sence , work of such inestimable worth , There are but two the world has yet brougth forth , Homer and Virgil : with what awfull sound Each of those names the trembling Air does wound ? Just as a Changeling seems below the rest Of men , or rather is a two legg'd beast , So those Gigantick souls amaz'd we find As much above the rest of humane kind . Nature's whole strength united ; endless fame , And universal shouts attend their name . Read Homer once , and you can read no more , For all things else will seem so dull and poor , You 'l wish't unread ; but oft upon him look , And you will hardly need another book ; Had Bossu never writ , the world had still Like Indians view'd this wondrous piece of Skill , As something of Divine the work admired , Hoped not to be Instructed , but Inspired ; Till he disclosing sacred Mysteries , Has shewn where all the mighty Magick lyes , Describ'd the Seeds , and in what order sown , That have to such a vast proportion grown . Sure from some Angel he the secret knew , Who through this Labyrinth has given the clue . But what alas avails it poor Mankind To see this promised Land , yet stay behind ? The way is shewn , but who has strength to go ? Who can all Sciences exactly know ? Whose fancy flyes beyond weak reason's sight , And yet has Judgment to direct it right ? Whose nice distinction , Virgil-like , is such , Never to say too little nor too much ? Let such a man begin without delay , But he must do much more than I can say , Must above Cowley , nay and Milton too prevail , Succeed where great Torquato , and our greater Spencer fail . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A30002-e90 * Wallers A04553 ---- The golden garland of princely pleasures and delicate delights Wherin is conteined the histories of many of the kings, queenes, princes, lords, ladies, knights, and gentlewomen of this kingdome. Being most pleasant songs and sonnets to sundry new tunes now most in vse: the third time imprinted, enlarged and corrected by Rich. Iohnson. Deuided into two parts. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Early works to 1800. 2004-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-07 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-08 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2004-08 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE GOLDEN Garland of Princely pleasures and delicate Delights . Wherein is conteined the Histories of many of the Kings , Queenes Princes , Lords , Ladies , Knights , and Gentlewomen of his Kingdome . Being most pleasant Songs and Sonnets to sundry new Tunes now most in vse : The third time Imprinted , enlarged and corrected by Rich. Iohnson . Deuided into two Parts . Printed at London by A. M. for Thomas Langley , are to be sold at his Shop ouer against the Sarazens Head without Newgate . 1620. A Lamentable Song of the death of King LEARE and his three DAVGHTERS . To the tune of , When flying Fame . KIng Leare once ruled in this Land , with princely power and peace And had all things with hearts content , that might his ioyes encrease . Amongst those guifts that nature gaue , three daughters faire had he , So princely séeming beautifull , as fayrer could not be . So on a time it pleasd the King , a question thus to mooue , Which of his daughters to his grace , could shew the dearest loue : For to my age you bring content , ( quoth he ) then let me heare , Which of you thrée in plighted troth , the kindest will appeare . To whom the eldest thus began , deare father mine ( quoth she ) Before your face to doe you good , my blood shall tendred be . And for your sake my bleeding heart , shall heere be cut in twaine , Ere that I see your reuerent age , the smallest griefe sustaine . And so will I the second said , deare father , for your sake , The worst of all extremities , I le gently vndertake . And serue your highnesse night and day , with diligence and loue : That sweet content and quietnesse , discomforts may remoue . In doing so you glad my soule , the aged King replyed . But what sayst thou my yongest Girle , How is thy loue allyed . My loue quoth yong Cordela then , which to your grace I owe , Shall be the duty of a childe , and that is all I le shew . And wilt thou shew no more ( quoth he ) then doth thy duty binde : I well perceiue thy loue is small , when as no more I finde . Hence forth I banish thee my Court , thou art no child of mine , Nor any part of this my Realme , by fauour shall be thine . Thy elder sisters loues are more , then well I can demand : To whome I equally bestow , my kingdome and my land . My pompall state and all my goods , that louingly I may With these thy sisters be maintaind , vntill my dying day . Thus flattering speeches won renowne , by these two sisters here : The third had ●anselesse banishment , yet was her loue more deare : For poore Cordela patiently went wandring vp and downe , Unhelpt , vnpittied , gentle maid . through many an English towne . Untill at last in famous France , she gentler fortunes found , Though poore and bare , yet was she dee●d , the fairest on the ground : Where when the King her vertues heard , and his faire Lady séene , With full consent of all his Court , he made his wife and Quéene . Her father , old King Leare , this while , with his two daughters stayed : Forgetfull of their promisd loues , full soone the same denaide . And liuing in Quéene Ragans Court , the elder of the twaine , She tooke from him his chiefest meanes , and most of all his traine . For whereas twenty men were wont , to waite with bended knee : She gaue allowance but to ten , and after scarce to thrée . Nay , one she thought too much for him , so tooke she all away : In hope that in her Court , good King , he would no longer stay . Am I rewarded thus , quoth he , in giuing all I haue Unto my children , and to beg , for what I lately gaue . I le goe vnto my Gonorell , my second child I know , Will be more kinde and pittifull , and will relieue my woe . Full fast he hies then to her Court , where when she heard his moane , Returnd him answer , that she grieude , that all his meanes were gone . But no way could relieue his wants , yet if that he would stay . Within her Kitchin , he should haue , what Scullions gaue away . When he had heard with bitter teares , he made his answer then , In what I did let me be made example to all men . I will returne againe , quoth he vnto my Ragans Court , She will not vse me thus I hope , but in a kinder sort . Where when he came , shee gaue command , to driue him thence away ▪ When he was well within her Court , ( she said ) he could not stay . Then backe againe to Gonorell , the wofull King did hie : That in her kitching he might haue what Scullion boyes set by . But there of that he was denied , which she had promis'd late : For one refusing he should not , come after to her gate . Thus twixt his daughters for reliefe , he wandred vp and downe , Being glad to feed on beggers food , that lately wore a Crowne ▪ And calling to remembrance then , his yongest daughters words , That said , the duty of a childe , had all that loue affords . But doubting to repaire to her , whom he had banisht so : Grew franticke mad , for in his minde , he bore the wounds of woe . Which made him rend his milk while locks and tresses from his head : And all with blood bestame his cheekes , with age and honour spred : To hils , and woods , and watry founts , he made , his hourely moane : Till hils and woods , and sencelesse things , did seeme to sigh and groane . Euen thus possest with discontents , he passed ore to France , In hope from faire Cordela there , to find some gentler chance . Most vertuous dame , where whē she heard , of this her fathers griefe : As duty bound , she quickly sent him comfort and reliefe . And by a traine of noble Peeres , in brane and gallant sort , She gaue in charge he should be brought to Aganippus Court. Her royall King , whose noble minde , so freely gaue consent , To muster vp his knights at armes to fame and courage bent . And so to England came with speed , to repossesse King Leare : And driue his daughters from their throne● by his Cordela deare . Where she true hearted noble Queene , was in the battell slaine : Yet he good King in his old dayes possest his crowne againe . But when he heard Cordela dead , who dyed indeed for loue Of her deare father , in whose cause she did this battell mooue Heswounding fell vpon her brest , from whence he neuer parted , But on her bosome left his life , that was so truely hearted . The Lords and Nobles when they saw , the end of these euents : The other Sisters vnto death , they doomed by consents And being dead , their crownes were left , vnto the next of kin , Thus haue you heard the fall of ●ride and disobedient sinne . FINIS . A new Song of the wooing of Queene Katherine , by a gallant yong Gentleman of Wales named Owen Tudor : lately translated out of Welch into our English phrase . To the tune o● Light in le●● Ladies . Owen Tudor . I Salute thée , swéet Princesse , with titles of grace , For Cupid commands me in heart to embrace Thy honours , thy vertues , thy fauour , and beauty , With all my true seruice , my loue and my duty . Queene Katherine . Courteous kind gentleman , let me request , How comes it that Cupid hath wounded thy brest , And chaind thy hearts liking , my seruant to proue , That am but a stranger in this thy kind loue . Owen Tudor . If but a stranger , yet loue hath such power , To lead me heere kindly vnto a Queenes bower , Then doe not ( sweet Princesse ) my good will forsake When nature commands thee a true loue to take . Queene Katherine . So royall of calling , and birth I am knowne . That matching vnequall , my state is ore-throwne , My titles of dignity thereby I loose , To wed me and bed me , my equall I le choose . Owen Tudor . No honours are lost , Quéene , in chusing of me , For I am a gentleman borne by degrée , And fauours of Princes my s●ate may aduance , In making me noble by fortunate chance . Queene Katherine . My robes of rich honours most braue to behold , Are all ore imbossed with siluer and gold , Not therewith adorned I loose my renowne , With all the braue titles that waits on a Crowne . Owen Tudor . My Countrey sweet Princesse more pleasure affords Then can be expressed heere by me in words : Such kindly contentments by nature there springs That hath beene well liked of Queenes & of Kings Queene Katherine . My courtly attendants , are traines of delight , Like stars of faire heauen all shining most bright : And those that liue daily such pleasures to see , Suppose no such comforts in countrey can be . Owen Tudor . In Wales we haue fountains no christal more cleare Where murmuring musick we daily may heare : With gardens of pleasure , and flowers so sweet , UUhere true loue with true loue may merrily meet . Queene Katherine . But there is no tilting nor tornaments bold , Which gallant yong Ladies desire to behold : No maskes nor no reuels where fauours are worne By Knights or by Barons without any scorne . Owen Tudor . Our May-poles at Whitsontide maketh good sport , And moues as sweet pleasure as yours doe in court : UUhere on the green dancing for garland and ring , Maidens make pastime and sports for a King. Queene Katherine . But when your braue yong men & maidens do meet , Your musicke is clownish and soundeth not sweet , UUhilest siluer-like melody murmuring keepes And rocks vp our senses in heauenly sicepes . Owen Tudor . Our Harps & our Tabors & sweet humming drones , For thee my sweet Princesse make musicall moanes : Our Morris-Maid Marrians desire for to see A True-loue-knot tyed betwixt thee and me . Queene Katherine . No pleasures in Countrey by me can be seene That haue beene mainteined so long heere a Queene , And fed on the blessings that dayly were giuen Into my braue Pallace by Angels from heauen . Owen Tudor . Our greene leaued trees will dance with the winde , Where birds sit reioycing according to kinde , Our sheepe with their Lambes wil skip it ful round , To see thee come tripping along on the ground . Queene Katherine . What if a kind Princesse should so be content , By meeknesse thus mooued to giue her consent : And humble her honors , imbace her degree , To tye her best fortunes braue Tudor to thee . Owen Tudor . If to a Kingdome I borne were by birth , And had at commandment all nations on earth , Their crownes & their scepters should lie at thy feet And thou be made Empresse , my darling so swéet . Queene Katherine . I feare yet to fancy thy loue tempting tongue , For Cupid is cunning , his bow very strong , Queen Venus once mistris of heart wishing pleasure We ouer kind women repent vs at leasure . Owen Tudor . May neuer faire morning shew forth his bright beames , But couer my falsehood with darkest extreames . If not as the Turtle I liue with my Doue , My gentle kind Princesse , my L●dy , my Loue. Queene Katherine . Hye then into Wales and our wedding prouide , For thou art my Bridegroome , & I le be thy Bride , Get gloues and fiue ribbons with bridelaces faire , Of silke and of siluer for Ladies to weare . Owen Tudor . With garlands of Roses , our huswifely wiues , To haue thee adorned all louingly striues , Their bride-cakes be ready , our bag-pipes do play , Whilst I stand attending to lead thee the way . Both together . Then marke how the notes of our merry towne bels Our dingdong of pleasure most cheerefully tels : Then dingdong faire Ladies and louers all true , This dingdong of pleasure may satisfie you . FINIS . A Princely song of King Richard Cordelion King of England , of his bold courage , and lamentable death . To the tune of , You Batchelers that braue it . OF a noble Christian Warriour , King Richard of this Land , For fame amongst our worthies braue , now orderly may stand : The God of battels gaue him still a gallant great command , To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ , Richard Cordelion in this Land , a noble English name , That fils the world with wonders great , with honour and with fame , Then gallantly good Souldiers all , come thunder out the same , That fights for our Sauiour Iesus Christ When as faire Hierusalem , the City of our Lord , Lay mourning all in heauinesse , consumed by the sword . To succour her , all Christendome did willingly accord , And to fight for our Saviour Iesus Christ. Then marched forth most braue and bold , King Richard from this land : Of noble Knights and Gentlemen , with him a warlike band : To fight for Iesus Christ his name , so long as they could stand , All souldiers of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But by the way such chances then , King Richard did betide : That many of his soldiers , for want of victuall dyed : A new supply this noble King , wa● forced to prouide . To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The mighty Duke of Austria . to whome he came for ayd , For all his Kingly curtesies , his succors were denayd . But tooke him prisoner cowardly , where ransome must be paid , And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ His noble Knights and Soldiers then , with sorrow went away : Wofully complaining all , that ere they saw that day : That such a Noble King as he , a prisoner there should stay , And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. While they were here prouiding a ransome for his Grace , The Dukes owne Sonne vnreuerently , King Richard did abase : For which with one small boxe o th eare , he kild him in that place , In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. UUith that into a Dungeon deepe , this noble King was cast : UUhile as a Lyon ( all in rage ) prouided was in haste , To combate with this famous King , so long as life did last , The souldier of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But gentle pitty moued much , the Daughter of the Duke : Whom deepely wounded was with loue , proceeding from his looke , For which to saue his Princely life , she kindly vndertooke : In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. A rich imbroydered scarfe of silke , she secretly conuaid , Into the Dungeon where the King , his execution staid : The which to saue his gentle life , an instrument was made . In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ , For when the hunger starued beast , into the Dungeon came : With open mouth to swallow him , he nimbly tooke the same : And stoutly thrust it downe his throat , the Lyon thus to tame . In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. And so with valiant courage , he puld out the Lions heart : Which made the Duke and all his Lords , in fearefull manner start : To see this royall English King , to play so braue a part : In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. I am no prisoner said the King , for I am now set free : The country and our law of Armes , commands it so to be . And thus to Englan● blessed Land , most ioyfully went he . In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But left hi● 〈…〉 loue behind , that 〈…〉 his life , With 〈…〉 returne againe , to 〈…〉 then his wife : But fel● 〈…〉 and bloudy warre . did breed them further strife . In fighting for our Sauiour Iesus Christ ▪ The noble hearts of Englishmen , that could indure no wrong : For good King Richard mustred then , a vailant Army strong , To passe the seas to A●on Walls , to lay the same along , In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. So first consuming fire and sword , into that countrey came , Destroying all their Cities braue and townes of ancient fame : Till those the wrongs King Richard had ▪ were righted by the same . In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But in his prime of Martiall w●rth , this noble King was slaine , For wounded with a poysoned shaft , that pierst his Princely braine , Much sorrowing mone was long 〈◊〉 amongst his warlike traine . Stil fighting for our Sauiour Iesu But chiefly by his Lady faire so loyall and so kinde : That nothing but reuenge thereof possessed still her minde : To know the causer of his death , were rich rewards assingd . Thus to honour our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Upon the murtherer being fow●d much cruelty was showne : By her command his skinne aliue , was flead from flesh and bone : And after vnto ayery fowles his body it was throwne : In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Yet ended not this Ladies griefe , for him she loude so deare : Deepe sorrowes euen broke her heart , as plainely did appeare : And both were buried in one graue , thus true loues end you heare . That dyed for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Did euer Lady for her loue , more strangely vndertake : Did euer Daughter in this kind a grieued father make : Did euer Princesse end her life , thus for her true loues sake . And for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. FINIS . A gallant Song of the Garter of England and how it was made first an honour to this Kingdome by King Edward the third . To the tune of , When Arthur first , &c. WHen as third Edward ruld this Land : And was our English king : He had good speed in all his fight braue conquest home to bring : Two Kingly Crownes vpon his sword , In sumptuous sort was borne : Most gallantly to grace the third , that on his head was worne . Thus three in one made Englands same , through all the world to shine : Which well might clame a titled grace , amongst our worthies nine : Seauen princely Sonnes he likewise had , whose vertues wonne him prayse , From one fayre Queene descended all , in beauties blooming dayes , His Earles and Barons brauely ●ent , to practise Knightly déeds : To breake the Launce to runne at Ring , to backe their barbed stéedes : Which made the world thinke , Mars his Court was kept in England here UUhen Englands Péeres made forraine lands to quake with trembling feare . King Edwards raigne rung eccho●ng thus , through euery Christian Court , Of whom the noblest Prince that liued gaue sounds of braue report . Right valiant King , himselfe likewise , his Country to aduance : UUith many of his Péeres ariud , within the Court of France . And there by Tilts and Tourni●s braue , such honours did obtaine , As Mars himselfe in glistering stéele , the prize from them would gaine : So braue and bold his Barons were , and so successefull then , That none of all the Lords of Fram● , were like our English men . Thus many moneths he with his Peeres spent there with braue delights , Whose dayly sports concluded were by reueling at nights : Where Measure and Carantoes fine , so gract the Court of France : As if Quéene Iuno with her Ioue , had brauely led the daunce . Amongst which glorious troope of Dames , that richly sate to sée , The French Quéene there aboue the rest the fairest séemd to be , Whom English Edward by the hand , in curteous manner tooke , To dance withall , at which the French , gaue many a scornefull looke . But Edward still like Mars himselfe , with countenance and grace , By Courtship won great liking there , from all within that place . King Edward pleasd the Princely Queene the Queene king Edward well , But as they daunct , there from her leg , by chance her garter fell . The which king Edward soone tooke vp , And it in kindnesse wore , For fauour and for curtesies he to her vertues bore . But some there present gaue forth words ▪ The Queene of purpose lost Her garter there for him to find whom she affected most . But when she heard these ill conceits And speeches that they made , Hony soyt qui maly pens , the noble Princes said . Ill hap to them that euill thinke , In English it is thus Which words so wise ( quoth Englands King ) shall sur●ly goe with vs , And for her sake shall Englands Peeres , In honour of our land , A Garter weare , and in the same , these words in gold shall stand . That all the world may nobly speake , Our garter came from France , In Princely manner named thus , our Countrey to aduance . The Tilts and Reuels thus had end , That long had lasted there : And home our King and Nobles came with mirth and meery cheere : Where soone he brauely did create , Full many a Lordly Knight , To weare this golden Garter faire , So sumptuous and so bright . And named them S. Georgies knights , And of this Garter braue : As noble an order of estate , as any King can haue , Which Knights vpon S. Georges day , Still their precession goes , Through Englands Court in robes of gold and most delightfull shoes . At Windsor is this Order kept , Where kings be of the same , And forraigne Princes much desire , the honours of that name . Third Edward first began this grace , of knight-hood to his praise : Which still is kept with high renowne , in our King Iames his dayes . Ten English Kings haue been thereof , of Princes and of Peeres A number great , whose honors liu'd , most braue in ancient yeares : And at this day of Dukes and Lords , our land hath honoured store : Whose names and fames the Lord increase and make them more and more . FINIS . A lamentable Ditty on the death of the Lord Guilford Dudley , and the Lady Iane Gray , that for their parents ambition , in seeking to make these two yong Princes King and Queene of England , were both beheaded in the Tower of London . To the tune of , Peter and Parnell . WHen as King Edward left this life In yong and tender blooming yeeres ▪ Began such deadly hate and strife , That filled England full of feares : Ambition in those ancient dayes . More then ten thousand , thousand , thousand thousand troubles did arise . Northumberland being made a Duke , Ambitiously doth seeke the crowne , And Suffolke for the same did looke , To put Queene Maries title downe . That was King Henries daughter bright , And Queen of England , England , England and King Edwards heire by right . Lord Guilford and the Lady Iane , Were wedded by their parents wils The right from Mary so was tane , Which drew them on to further ils : But marke the end of this misdeed , Mary was crowned , crowned , crowned , and they to death decreed . And being thus adiudged to die For these their parents haughty aimes , That thinking thus to mount on high , Their children King & Queene proclaimes , But in such aymes no blessings be , When as ten thousand , thousand , thousand , their shamefull endings see . Sweet Princes they deserud no blame , That thus must die for fathers cause : And bearing of so great a name To contradict our English lawes , Let all men then conclude in this That they are haples haples , haples , whose parents doe amisse . Now who more great then they of late Now who more wretched then they are : And who more lofty in estate , Thus sodenly consumd with care : Then Princes all set downe this rest , And say the golden golden golden , golden meane is alwayes best . Prepard at last drew on the day Whereon these Princes both must die Lord Guilford Dudley by the way His dearest Lady did espye Whilst he vnto the blocke did goe She in her window , weeping , weeping , did lament his woe . Their eyes that lookt for loue ere-while , Now blubberd were with pearled teares , And euery glance and loners smile Where turnd to dole and deadly feares : Lord Guilfords life did bleeding lie , Expecting Angels , Angels , Angels . siluer wings to mount on hie . His dearest Lady long did looke , When she likewise to blocke should goe , Where sweetly praying on her booke , She made no signe of outward woe : But wisht that she had Angels wings , To see that golden , golden , golden , sight of heauenly things . And mounting on the Scaffold then , Where Guilfords liuelesse body lay : I come ( quoth she ) thou flower of men . For death shall not my soule dismay : The gates of heauen stand open wide , To rest for euer , and euer , and euer , and thus these gentle Princes dyed . Their parents likewise lost their heads , For climing thus one step too high : Ambitious towers haue slippery leades , And fearefull to a wise mans eye . For onee amisse great houses fall , Therfore take warning , warning , warning by this you gallants all . FINIS . A ioyfull song of the deserued praises of good Queene Elizabeth , how Princely she behaued her selfe at Tilbury Campe in 88. when the Spaniards threatned the inuasion of this Kingdome . To the tune of , King Henries going to Bullaine ▪ OF a Noble , Noble Princesse , Englands late commanding Mistris , King Henries daughter , faire Elizabeth ▪ She was such a maiden Queene , As her like was neuer seene , of any woman-kind vpon the earth . Her name in golden numbers ▪ May written be with wonders that liude beloued foure and forty yeares And had the guift of nature all That to a Princesse might befall , as by her noble vertues well appeares . With Maiesty admired , Her subiects she required , that loue for loue might equally be shown Preferring a publique peace , Then any priuate mans increase , that quietly we stil may keepe our owne . UUen Ambassies did come From any Prince in Chris●endome , her entertainments were so Princely sweet She likewise knew what did belong To euery language speech and tongue , where grace & vertue did together meet . No Princesse more could measure , Her well beseeming pleasure . in open Court amongst her Ladies faire : For musicke and for portly gate The world afforded not her mate , so excellent her carriage was and faire . Kingly states oppressed , And such as were distressed , with meanes and mony daily shee relieud : As law of Nations did her bind , To strangers she was euer kind , and such as with calamities were grieue● And when into this kingdome , Bloudy warres did threatning come , her highnes would be ready with good wil As it in eighty eight was séene , UUhen as this thrice renowned Quéene gaue noble courage to her soldiers still . This more then worthy woman , Like to a noble Amazon : in siluer plated Armour brauely went Unto her Campe at Tilbery , With many Knights of Chiualry , coragiously her Army to content . But being there ariued , With noble heart she striued : to giue them all what they desird to haue A louely grace and countenance , Smiling with perseuerance , to whom so swéet a countenance she gaue . Upon a Drumhead sitting , As it was best besitting for such a royall Princes thus to speake : A Soldier I will liue and dye , Feare shall neuer make me ●●ye , nor any danger leaue to vndertake . With that amidst the Battle , The Musquetires did rattle , a peale of powder flaming all in fire : The Cannons they did lowdly play . To please her Maiesty that day : which she in heart did louingly desire . Her highnes thus delighted , She roially requited the noble captaines and the sould●ers all : For golden Angels flew amaine . Round about the warlike traine ▪ each one rewarded was both great & smal . With that in noble manner , To Englands fame and honour ▪ the thundring shot began to play againe , And for this royall princes sake , Ratling made the ground to shake ▪ in spight of all their enemies of Spaine . The more to be commended , She graciously befriended , full many a worthy gentlemen that day : By knighting them in noble sort , As it had bin in Englands court , such gallant graces had she euery way . So fréely kind and louing , She was by her approuing , to rich & poore that came vnto her grace : Not any one but found her still , A friend to good , a foe to ill , and euer vertue swéetly would imbrace . But now in heauens high Pallace , She liues in ioy and solace , committing all her charge vnto the King : Of whose admired Maiesty , Ruling vs so quietly , reioycingly we Subiects all doe sing . FINIS . A new Song of the strange liues of two yong Princes in England , who became two Shepherds vpon Salisbury Plaine , and after restored to their former estates . To the Tune of the Merchants man. IN Kingly Stephens raigne , Two royall Dukes there was : That all our other English Lords , for greatnesse far did passe . The one of Deuonshire namd● , that had a daughter faire : Which he appointed at his death , to be his only heire . And her in loue commits , Unto the Cornewall Duke : Whom he with tendernes and care , most kindly vndert●oke . The promise being made , The Duke of Deuonshire dyes : And all that Cornewall vow'd to doe ▪ he afterwards denies . Yet well he educates the Maid , That Maudlin she was growne : The fairest Lady vnder Heauen , for beauty being knowne . And many Princes sought for loue , But none might her obtaine : For couetous Cornewall to himselfe , the dukedome sought to gaine . So on a time Prince Raymond chanc't , This comely dame to see : With whom he fell so deepe in loue , as any Prince might be . Unhappy youth what should he do , She still was kept in mew : Nor he nor any of his friends , admitted to her view . One while he melancholly pines , Himselfe with griefe away : Anon he thinkes by force of Armes , to win her if he may . Untill at length commanding loue , Became to be his Iudge : And chang●d him soone from Lordly state , into a kitching drudge . And so accesse had he good Prince , Her purpose to bewray : But still faire Maudlins answere was , she husbandlesse would stay . Mean while her Gardiant beat his braines , Her dukedome to atchiue : Nor caring wat became of her , so he by her might thriue . And so resoluing that she should , Unto some peasant wed : And Raymond then suppos●d a drudge , should stand him in that stead ▪ But Maudlin marking his intent , Unkindly takes that he , Should bar the noblest match from her , thus for a base degree . The Lady shifting cut of dor●● , Departed thence by stealth : Then thus with basenes for a match , that might haue liu'd in w●alth , When Raymond heard of her escape , With sad and grie●e● heart : He left the pallace of the Duk● , and after did depart . Forgetfull of himselfe and birth , His country friends and all : And minding onely her to seeke , that thus had prou●d his thrall : Nor meanes he after to frequent , The court of stately townes : But liu'd with pinchings cares and griefe , among the country grounds . A brace of yeares vpon that plaine , Neere Salisburie that lies : In great content with feeding flocke● , a sheepeheards life he tries , In hope his loue thereby to wast , But then began againe , With●● his heart a second loue , the worser of the twaine . A country wench , a Neatheards maid , Where Raymond kept his sheepe : Did feed her droue with whom this prince , in loue was wounded deepe . Where sitting on the downy plaine , And hauing small to do : These sheepeheards there in friendly sort , thus plainely gan to woe . I know faire maid ( quoth Raymond then , And thou aswell as I , No maid there is that willingly , with maidenhead would dye . The Ploughmans labour hath no end , And he will churlish proue : The tradesman hath more wo●ke inhand , then doth belong to loue . The Merchant venturing abroud , Suspects his wife at home : A youth will still the wanton play , an old man proue a mome : Then choose a sheepeheard ( honny girle , Whose life is merriest still : For merrily he spends his daies , thus on the faire gréene hill . And then at night when day is done , Goes home from thence betime : And in the fier turnes a cra● , and sings some merry rime ▪ Nor lackes he tales , whiles round about , The nut-drowne bowle doth trot : And sitteth singing care away , till he to bed be got ▪ There sléepes he soundly all the night , Forgetting morrowes cares : Nor feares the blasting of his corne , nor vttering of his wares . And this I know full well faire Lasse , More quiet nights and daies , The shéepeheard sléepes and wakes then he whose cattle he doth graze . A King I see is but a man , And so swéet Lasse am I , Content is worth a Monarchy , and mischiefes shoot ful hye . As late it did vnto a Duke , Not dwelling far from hence , Who had a daughter saue thy selfe , on earth the fairest wench ▪ With that good soule he stayd and sight , Speake on quoth she and tell , How faire she was and who she was , that thus did heare the bell : She was ( quoth he ) of stately grace , Of countenance most faire , No maid aliue for beauties prize ▪ may well with her compare . A Globe-like head , a golden hayre ▪ A forehead smooth and hie : A seemely nose , on either side did shine a graish eie . Two rosie cheekes and ruddy lips , White Iuory teeth within : A mouth in meane and vnderneath a round and dimpled chin . A snow-white necke with blewish vaines , To make her seeme more faire : Yea all her body framd so fine , that earth had none more rare . For life , for loue , for forme and face , None fairer was then she : And none but only she alone , so faire a maid could be . I knew the Lady well quoth she , But worthlesse of such praise : But credit we no sheepheard thou , thy speeches so be wraies . With that he wept and she was woe , And both did silence keepe : And equally perplext in loue , they sate them downe to weepe . In sooth quoth he I am not such , As s●eming I professe : To be a princes sonne by birth , my liking shewes no lesse . In Scotland is my fathers court , And Raymond is my name : With Cornewals duke I liu'd in pomp , till loue controld the same . And did this Lady dearely loue , Though she not loued me : But all that loue is wasted quite , and now I die for thée . I grant quoth she you lou'd her well , If that your loue were such : Yet thinke of me your second loue , in loue to be as much . Your twice beloued Maudlin heere , Submits herselfe to thée , And what she could not at the first , the second time shall be : In fortune , not in person chang'd , For I am still the same , In heart and mind as chast and true , as first to me you came . Thus swéetly surfetting in ioy , They tenderly imbrace : And for their wished wedding day , found fitting time and place . And so these louely princes both , Each other did befriend , Where after many a hard mishap , there loues had ioyfull end . FINIS . A Song of the deposing of King Richard the second , and how after many miseries hee was murthered in Pomphret Castle ▪ To the tune of regard my sorrowes . WHen Richard the second in England was King And raigned with honor & state : Sixe vncles he had his Grandfathers sons , King Edwards that ruled of late . All Counsellors noble and sage , yet would he not heare their precepts deare , So wilfull he was in this his young age . A sort of braue gallants he kept in his court That traind him to wanton delight , Which parasites pleased him better in mind then all his best Nobles and Knights : Ambition and auarice grew so great in this land , that still from his hand , A masse of rich treasure his parasites drew . His péeres and his barons dishonored were And vpstarts thus mounted on hie : His commons sore taxed his cities opprest , good subiects were nothing set by : And what to his Coffers did come , he wantonly spent , to please with content , His flattering vpstarts stil sporting at home When thus vnto ruine this kingdom began To fall from the highest estate : The Nobles of England their Princes amisse , by parliament soone did rebate . And likewise those flatterers all , they banisht the court , that made but a sport , To sée this so famous a Kingdome to fall ▪ But after these galltās disgraded were thus King Richard himselfe was put downe , And Bullenbrooke Lankasters noble borne Duke , by pollicie purchast his crowne : Thus ciuill warres héere begun , that could haue no end , by foe nor by friend , Till 7. kings raignes with their liues were out run ▪ But Richard the breeder of all these same broyles , In prison was wofully cast : Where long he complained in sorrowful sort of Kingly authority past : No Lords nor no subiects bad he , no glory , no state , that earely and late , Upon him attending had wont for to be . His robes were conuerted to garments so old , That beggers would hardly them weare : His dyet no comfort at all to him brought , for he fed vpon sorrow and care : And from prison to prison was sent , each day and each night . to worke him despight , That wearied with sorrowes , he still might lament . Good king thus abused he was at the last , To Pomfret in Yorkeshire conuaid : And there in a dungeon ful low in the groūd vnpitied he nightly was laied . Not one for his miserie grieued , that late was in place , of royallest grace , Where still the distressed he kindly relieu'd , King Henry vsurping thus all his estate , Could neuer in heart be content , Till some of his friends in secrecy sought , to kill him by cruell consent : Who sooke to Pomfret hi●d , where as the feare , that toucht him so neare , They finisht so soon as K. Richard there died Ther dyed this good king , for murthere● he was That might well haue liued full long , Had not ill counsell betraied his best good , and done his hie fortunes this wrong : But blood for blood still calls , no bloody staind hand , ran long in this land , Stand surely , but soone vnto misery falls . Lankaster thus the Diadem gaind , And won his title by blood : Which after by heauens ●ight power , not three generations stood : But yeelded to Yorke againe , thus fortune showes , their proud ouer throwes , That cunningly climes an imperial raigne ▪ FINIS . A song of an English Knight , that marryed the royall Princesse , Lady Mary , sister to King Henry the eight , which Knight was afterward made Duke of Suffolke . To the Tune of , Who list to lead a Souldiers life . EIght Henry ruling in this land , he had a sister faire : That was the widdowed King of France , inricht with vertues eare . And being come to England● Court , She oft beheld a Kinght , Charles Brandon namd , in whose faire eyes , she cheifly tooke delight . And noting in her Princely minde , His gallent swéet behauiour : Shee daily drew him by degrees , still more and more in fauour : Which he perceiuing ( courte●us Knight ) Found fitting time and place , And thus in amorous sort began , his loue sure to her grace , I ayme at loue faire Queene said he , Sweet let your loue incline : That by your grace Charles Brandon may on earth be made diuine : If worthlesse I might worthy be , To haue so good a lot : To please your highnesse in true loue , my fancy doubteth not . Or if that gentry might conuey So great a grace to me : I can maintaine the same by birth ▪ being come of good degree : If wealth you thinke be all my want , Your highnesse hath great ●●ore : And my supplyment shall be loue , what can you wish for more . It hath been known when hearty loue , Did tye the true loue knot Though now if gold and siluer want the marriage proueth not The goodly Queene hereat did blus● ▪ But made a dumbe reply : Which he imagind what she meant and kist her reuerently . Brandon ( quoth she ) I greater am , Then would I were for thee : But can as little master loue , as them of low degree , My father was a King , and so A King my husband was , My brother is the like , and he will say I do transgresse . But let him say what pleaseth him . His liking I le forgoe , And choose a loue to please myselfe , though all the world sayes no. If Plough-men make their marriages ▪ As best contents their mind , Why should not princes of est●te , the like contentment find ? But tell me Brandon am I not More forward then beseemes ▪ Yet blame me not for loue I loue , where best my fancy deemes ▪ And long may liue quoth he to loue , Nor longer liue may I , Then when I loue your royall grace , and then disgraced dye . But if I do deserue your loue ▪ My mind desires dispatch : For many are the eyes in Court , that on your beauty watch . But am not I sweet Lady now , More fancy then behooues : Yet for my heart forgiue my tongue , that speakes for him that loues . The Quéene and this braue Gentleman , Together both did wed , And after sought the kings good will , and of their wishes sped . For Brandon soone was made a Duke ▪ and graced so in court : Then who but he did f●ant it forth , amongst the noblest sort . And so from princely Brandons line , and Maries did procéed : The noble race of Suffolks house , as after did succéed . From whose high blood the Lady Iane , Lord Guilford Dudleyes wife , Came by descent , who with her Lord , in London lost her life . FINIS . A Song of the life and death of King Rich●●d the third , who after many murthers by him committed vpon the Princes and Nobles of this Land , was sl●ine at the battell of Bosworth in Lester shire by Henry the seuenth King of England . To the tune of , Who list to lead a Souldiers life , IN England once there raignd a King , A Tirant fir●e and sell : Who for to gaine himselfe a Crowne , gaue sure his soule to hell : Third Richard was this Tirants name , the worst of all the three : That wrought such deeds of deadly dole that worser could not be . For his desires were still ( by blood ) to be made Endglands King , Which here to gaine that go●den prize , did many a wondrous thing : He slaughtered vp our noble Péeres , and chiefest in this Land : With euery one that likely was , his title to withstand . Foure bloudy fields the Tyrant sought , ere he could bring to passe ▪ What he made lawlesse claime vnto , as his best liking was : Sixt Henries Princely sonne he slew , Before his fathers face : And weeded from our English throne , all his renowned race . This King likewise in Londons Tower he murthering made away His brother Duke of Clarence life , he also did betray : With those right noble Princes ●waine , King Edwards children deare : Because to Englands royall Crowne , he thought them both too neere . His owne deare wife also he slew , Inces●uous●y to wed : His owne deare daughter which for feare , away from him was fled . And made such hauocke in this land , Of all the Royall bloud , That onely one was left vnslaine , to haue his claimes withstood . Earle Richmond he by heauen preseru'd , To right his Countries wrong : From France prepar'd full well to fight , brought ore an Army strong . To whom Lord Stanley nobly came , With many an English Peere : And ioynd their forces in one , Earle Richmonds heart to cheare . Which newes when as the Tyrant heard How they were come on shore . And how their forces day by day , increased more and more . He frets , he fumes , and ragingly , A madding fury showes , And thought it but in vaine to stay , and so to battell goes . Earle Richmond he in order braue , His fearelesse armie laid , In midst of whom these noble words , their valiant leader said : Now is the time and place swéet friends , And we the souldiers be , That must bring Englands peace againe , or loose our liues must we ▪ Be valiant then , we fight for fame , And for our countries good , Against a Tyrant markt with shame , for shedding Englands blood . I am right heire of Lancaster , Intituled to the Crowne , Against this bloody Boare of Yo●ke , then let vs win renowne . Meane while had furious Richard set , His army in array , And with a gastly looke of feare , he stoutly thu● did say : Shall Henry Richmond with his troopes , Ore-match vs thus by might : That comes with fearefull cowardice , with vs thi● day to fight . Shall Tudor from Plantaginet , Win thus the crowne away : No Richards noble wind foretells , that ours will be the day . For Golden crownes we brauely fight , And gold shall be their gaine : In great abundance giuen to them , that liues this day vnslaine . These words being spoke the battles ioynd Where blowes they brauely change : And Richmond like a Lyon bold , performed wonders strange : And made such slaughters through the camp Till he King Richard spi●s , Who fighting long together there , at last the Tyrant dyes . Thus ended Englands wofull Warre , Usurping Richard dead : King Henry faire Elizabeth , in princely sort did wed . For he was then made Englands King , And she his crowned Quéene : So twixt these houses long at strife a vnity was séene . FINIS . A Lamentable Song of Lady Elinor , daughter to the Duke of Buckingham , who dyed for loue of one Captaine Ienkenson that had been a Prentise of London , who went to the siege of Ierusalem with Edward the first , then King of England . To the tune of Rogero . IN England liued once a Duke , That had a daughter braue : To whom his Dukedome and estate . he from all others gaue , And dying left faire Elinor , To be his onely heire : Wh●se minde vpon a Captaines loue , was setled deepe and deare . This Captaine gallant Ienkenson . By name then called so : In prison lay for want of meanes , and money he did owe. But loue so deare assailed her , That she must loue or dye ▪ And none but onely he aliue , within her heart did lie . So watching fit conuenient time , She to the prison went : And vnderneath his window then , full many a teare she spent . But entring in her eyes beheld The image of her heart : To whom her loue and liking soone She friendly did impart . And hauing made her purpose knowne , My dearest friend ( quoth she : ) I haue tane order for thy debts , and here I set thee free . With all my land , my loue and life , And whatsoere is mine : Take all and giue me liberty , that here haue caused thine . No sooner was he got at large , And wealth relieu'd his woe : But thence vnto Ierusalem , did Englands Edward goe . With whom this Captaine Ienkenson , Was nobly entertainde : And so vnkindly went from her , as one whom he disdaind . Which when she heard , she tore her hayre , And cast her on the ground , And being ouerprest with griefe , she fell into a sownd ▪ But afterward recouering sence , This Letter she did write : And sent it after him to read , as héere I will recite . FINIS . The Letter . To the same tune ▪ WHat faults of mine haue caused this , My dearest friend tell me : If I haue been the meanes thereof then mournfull may I be , My loue thou knowest deare Ienkenson Full many a Lord hath sought , Yet all haue mist saue thou alone , and thou setst me at naught . If thy de●●res be so to warres , Then warre sweet loue with me : For Cupids gallant soldiers still , the sweetest warriers be : With thée I le liue , with thee I le dye , With thée I le loose or gaine : Returne sweet loue for in thy life , Consists the liues of twaine . Most wisely valiant are those men , That backe their armed steeds , In Courtly tilts in time of peace , to breake their staues like reeds : Where not the dint of wounding swords , But some deuice of loue , They may their manhoods courteously , before their Ladies prooue . Where Ladies doffe their louers helmes , And kisse where Beauers hid : And parley vnder Canopies : how well or ill they did : Retire therefore retire sweetheart , Where if thou wilt be armd , Come fight vpon my bosome heere , and so escape vnharmd . But now me thinkes I see thy lookes , Quite changed in thy face , Me thinkes thy comlinesse and gate hath lost their wonted grace : Me thinkes I see thy manly limbes , With Armors burthen lame . And warlike weapons wounding deepe , thy noble bosome maime . I see thee faint with Summers heate , And droope with winters cold : I see thee not as late thou wast , for young thou art growne olde : And sorrow greatly for to know , What now I would not see , Thy dearest Lady thus in vaine , to plead for loue to thee . Thus when my griefes my sighes & teares , Shall come vnto thy view , Then wilt thou find by these my paines , my loue is deare and true . But these my words thou carst not for , I sée thou art vnkind : Yet here to ease my dying heart , in letters take my minde . Captaine Ienkinsons Answere . I haue perusd I know not what , forsooth thy scroule of loue : In hope by these thy flattering lines , My setled minde to moue : But I disdaine to talke of loue , much lesse in loue to be : For martiall druins and warlike stéeds , more better pleaseth me . The Bées that sweetest hony beares . haue likwise smarting stings : And thou no whit dost want a bait , that to repentance brings . Content thee therefore Elinor , thou temperst loue by art : Although it come vnto mine eyes it shall not touch my heart . When sea shal flame , when Sun shal frée●e and mortall men shall die : And riuers ouerflow their bankes , in loue will then be I. When these shall be and I not be , then may I chance to loue : And then the strangest change you le see , that I a louer proue . Let beauers hide , not kisses hurt , my lippes for lippes vnfit : Let wounded limbes not silken loues , on top of honour sit . I scorne a Souldier that should stoope to please a louers mind : That fights for Fame in fields of blood should alter thus from kind . Yet some there be whose maiden hayres no sooner buds on chin , But they to loue our Ladies faire doe wantonly begin . And wins them soone who would be won and being won with speed : They gained haue a crop of corne , that scarce is worth the seed , These loue in sport but leaue in spight , as I haue found it true , And being thus so easily won , are changed for a new . But kindnesse must haue kind●st vse , though kind be hardly one , Their kindnesse then I must refuse , because I will haue none . And strange it were ( a Souldier ) I should loue this English maid . The wonders seuen should then be eight could loue me so perswade : But loue er hate , fare ill or well , I thus conclude my minde : My welcome when I come to thée , Shall surely proue vnkinde . This Answer brought to Elinor , such inward sorrow bred : That she in reading of these lines poore Lady fell downe dead . Where her deare loue and gentle life , Had both together end : And as we may suppose in death , her soule did liue his friend , For she by Will did him bequeath , Her substance and estate : Thus loue b●ing grounded in the heart , can neuer turne to hate . Her wealth , her meanes , and all she had , This Captaine did possesse : Which brought vnto his grieued soule , much woe and wretchednesse . For comming from Ierusalem , And entring on the same , To view what wealth the Lady left , he to her Chamber came : Where as the Ladies picture hung , With which he fell in loue . And so the shaddow wrought the thing , the substance could not moue . Her courtesie and his despight , He calleth then to minde : And of her beauty being dead a sodaine change did finde : Remembring then his low degree , And reckoning her desert : He could not thinke but that he ●ore in loue too proud a heart . Now loue ( qd ●he ) though breathlesse she , Doth such a f●ame contriue : The which shall soone consume me quite , for I doe burne aliue . Alas then did he pause in teares , Oh take it from mine eye , This picture hath procurde my death , and for the same must dye . For she that was the owner liu●e And dyed a louer true : Whose Ghost at parting could not choose , but say sweet loue adue . Adue indeed kind gentle Dame , For lacke of loue that dyed : And left off liuing in that eye , her of my loue denied . Thus by her picture prickt with loue He felt continuall woe And bearing it still in his hand he to her graue did goe . Where sitting on the same he said , He loues the shadow now : Whose heart vnto the substance late , would rather breake then bow . Oh gods ▪ I grant for this contempt I must indure your doome : And sacrifice mine owne false heart vpon my true loues tombe . Whose onely beauty worthy was , To match without a dower : Yet she in vaine did beg my loue ▪ full many a weary houre . And hauing spoke these mournefull words , A Tragedy to make : His dagger from his side in hast , he desperately did take : And to his heart he strooke the same , With all his manly force : And so vpon his true loues graue , was made a liuelesse coarse . Finis ▪ A Courtly new Song of the Princely wooing of the faire Maide of London by K. Edward . To the tune of , B●nny sweet Robin . FAire Angell of England , thy beauty so bright , Is all my hearts treasure , my ioy and delight : Then grant me , sweet Lady , thy true loue to be , That I may say welcome good fortune to me . The Turtle so pure and chaste in her loue , By gentle perswasions her fancy will moue : Then ●e not intreated , sweet Lady , in vaine For nature requireth what I would obtaine . What Phenix so famous that liueth alone , Is vowed to chastity being but one ? But be not my Darling so cha●● in desire , Lest thou like the Phenix doe penance in fire . But ( alas , gallant Lady ) I pitty thy state , In being resolued to liue with●ut mate : For if of our Courting the pleasures you knew You would haue a liking the same to ensue . Long time haue I sued the same to obtaine , Yet am I requited with scornefull disdaine : But if you will grant your good fauour some , You shall be aduanced to Princely degree . Promotions and honours may often intice The chastest that liueth , though neuer so nice : What woman so worthy , but will be content , To liue in the Pallace where Princes frequent ? Two brides young & Princely to Church I haue led , Two Ladies most louely haue decked my bed , Yet hath thy loue taken more root in my heart , Then all their contentments whereof I had part , Your gentle hearts cannot mens teares much abide , And women least angry when most they doe chide : Then yeeld to me kindly , and say that at length , Men doe want mercy , and poore women strength . I grant that faire Ladies may poore men resist , But Princes will conquer and loue whom they list : A King may command her to sleepe by his side , Whose feature deserueth to be a Kings Bride . In granting your loue you shall purchase renowne , Your head shall be deckt with Englands fair Crowne Thy garmēts most gallant with gold shal be wrought If t●ue loue for treasure of thee may be bought . Great Ladies of honour shall tend on thy traine Most richly attyred with Scarlet in graine : My chamber most princely thy person shall keepe , Where virgins with musicke shall rock thee asléepe . If any more pleasures thy heart can inuent Command them sweet Lady thy mind to content : For Kings gallant courts , w●ere Princes do dwell , Afford such swéet pastimes as Ladies loue well . Then be not resolued to die a true maide , But print in thy bosome the words I haue said : And grant a King fauour thy true loue to be , That I may say welcome swéet virgin to me . FINIS . The faire maide of Londons answer to King Edward● wanton Loue. To the same tune . O● wanton King Edward , t is labour in vaine , To follow the pleasure thou canst not attaine : ●●ich getting thou loosest , and hauing dost wast it , The which if thou purchase ▪ is spoild if thou hast it . But if thou obtainst it , thou nothing hast won And I loosing nothing , yet quite am vndone : But if of that Iewell a King do deceiue me No King can restore , though a Kingdome he giue me . My colour is changed since you saw me last , My fauour is vanisht , my beauty is past : The Rosie red blushes that sate on my cheekes , To palenesse are turned , which all men mislikes . I passe not what Princes for loue do protest , The name of a Uirgin contenteth me best ▪ I haue not deserued to sleepe by thy side ▪ Nor to be accounted for King Edwards Bride . The name of a Princes I neuer did craue , No such type of honour thy handmaide will haue : My brest shall not harbour so lofty a thought , Nor be with rich proffers to wantonnesse brought . If wild wanton Rosamond one of our sort , Had neuer frequented King Henries braue Court , Such heapes of deepe sorrow she neuer had séen , Nor tasted the rage of so iealous a Quéene . All men haue their freedome to shew their intent , They win not a woman , except she consent : Who then can impute vnto them any fault , Who still go vpright , vntill women do hault ? T is counted a kindnesse in men for to trye , And vertue in women the sawe to deny : For women vnconstant can neuer be prou'd , Untill by their betters therein they be mou'd . If women and modelly once do but seuer , Then farewell good name and credite for euer : And Royall King Edward let me be exilde , Ere any man know that my body 's defilde . No , no , my old fathers reuerend teares Too deepe an impression within my soule beares : Nor shall his bright honour , that bl●● by me haue , To bring his gray ha●res with griefe to his graue . The heauens forbid that when I shall dye , That any such sinne vpon my soule lie : If I haue thus kept we from doing this sinne , My heart shall not yeeld with a Prince to begin . Come rather with pitty to weepe on my tombe , Then for my birth curse my deare mothers wombe : That broght forth a blossome which stained the trée , With wanton desires to shame her and me . Leaue me ( most noble King ) tempt not in vaine , My milke-white affections with lewdnesse to staine , Though England will giue me no comfort at all , Yet England will giue me a sad buriall . FINIS . The most cruell murther of Edward the fift , and his brother Duke of Yorke , in the Towre ; by their Vncle Richard Duke of Gloster . To the tune of Fortune my foe . WHen God had ●ane away true wisdomes King , Edward the fourth whose fame shal alwayes ring Which raigned had full two and twenty yeares , And ruled well amongst his noble Peeres . When as he dyed two sonnes he left behinde , The Prince of Wales , & Duke of Yorke most kind : The Prince the eldest , but eleuen yeares old , The Duke more yong as Chronicles haue told . The dead Kings brother , Duke of Glocester , Was chosen for the Prince his Protecter : Who straightway plotted how to get the Crowne , And pull his brother Edwards children downe . Edward the fift , the Prince was cald by name Who by succession did that title gaine . A prudent Prince whose wisedome did excell , Which made his vncles heart with hatred swell . Then did the Duke vse all the meanes he might , By dambd deuises for to worke their spight : At length the diuell put it in his head , How all his plots should be accomplished . With sugred words which had a poysond sting , He did intice the Duke and the yong King : For safeties sake to lodge them in the Towre , A strong defence and Londons chiefest Flower . His faire spoke speeches and bewitching charme Who told them 't would secure them from all harme : Thus by faire words yet cruell treachery , Le won their hearts within the Tower to lye . Great entertainment he these Princes gaue , And caus●e the Tower to be furnisht braue : With sumptuous cheare he feasted them that day , Thus subtile Wolues with harmeles lambs do play . With musicke sweet he filde their princely eares , And to their face a smiling countenance beares : But his foule heart with mischiefe was possest , And treacherous thoughts were alwaies in his bres● ▪ When as bright Phoebus had possest the West , And t●at the time was come for all to rest : The Duke of Gloster the two Princes led . Into a sumptuous chamber to their bed . When these sweet children thus were laid in bed , And to the Lord their hearty prayers h●d said ▪ Swéet slumbring sleepe then closing vp their eyes , Each folded in each others arme then lies . The bloody vncle to these children sweet , Unto a Knight to breake his mind thought mée● ▪ One sir Iames Tirrill , which did thinke it be●t , For to agree to his bloody request . Sir Iames he said my resolutions this . And for to do the same you must not misse : This night so that the King be murthered , And the yong Duke as they lie in their bed . So when these branches I haue pulled downe , There 's none y● which can keep me from the Crowne ▪ My brother Duke of Clarence he was found , i th Tower within a But of Malmesey drownd . It was my plot that he should drowned be , Because that none should claime the Crowne but me , And when these children thou hast murdered , I le weare the Royall Crowne vpon my head . And know thou Tirrill when that I am King , I le raise thy state and honours to thee bring : Then be resolu'd , tut be not thou afraid , My Lord I le do 't , this bloody Tirrill said . He got two villaines for to act this price , Hell-hearted murtherers and did them disguise The one Miles Forrest which there keeper was The other Dighton kéeper of his horse . At midnight then when all things they were husht , These bloody slaues into the chamber crusht : And to the bed full softly did they creepe , Where these sweet babes did lie full fast asleepe . And presently did wrap them in the cloathes , And stopt their harmelesse breath with the pillowes ▪ Yet did they striue and struggle what they might , Untill the slaues had stifeled both them quite . When as the murderers saw that they were dead ▪ They tooke their bodies forth the cursed bed , And then they buryed these same little ones At the staire foot vnder a heape of stones . But marke how God did scourge them for this deed , As in the Chronicles you there may reade Blood deserueth blood , for so the Lord hath said , So at the length their blood was truely paid . For when their Uncle he had raign'd two yeares : He fell at variance then amongst his Péeres : In Lestershire at Bosworth he was slaine , By Richmonds Earle as he did rightly gaine . In pieces was he hewed by his foes , And kickt and spurned with their feet and toes ▪ They stript him then , and dragd him vp and downe , And on stout Richmonds head they put the Crowne . The bloody murtherer ( Sir Iames Tirril● , For treason lost his head on Towre-hill : And to Miles Forrest befell no worse a Lot , For he in pieces aliue away did c●t . And Iohn Dighton , the other bloody fiend , No man can tell how he came to his end : Thus God did pay these murtherers their ●ire , And hell-bred Pluto plagued them with fire . A excellent Song , entituled , A penny-worth of Wit. To the tune of Labandelas●ot . IN ancient yeares as bookes expresse , Of old done deeds both more and lesse : A Merchant yong of tender yeares As by the sequell well appeares : a worthy woman tooke to wife right well brought vp , and void of strife , Could he with her haue been content , Great blessings might the Lord haue sent : But he an harlot loued more Wherewith his friends were vexed sore . In tract of time his chance it was , In Merchants wise the seas to passe : In lands right strange was his intent , With merchandize he forward went , and at his parting thought it méet , his concubine and quéene to gréet : And of her loue did sweetly pray , And fauour for to part away : With sighing semblance then quoth she , My deare ●●ll you depart from me . Then to his wedded wife he went , Saying dame what thing most excellent ▪ You are desirous for to haue , Of any thing that heart can craue : giue me your money to bestow , then from her purse she forth did draw , A faire coin●e penny verily , Wherewith she wild him Wi● to buy , Of other toyes small mind had she , But Iesu blesse your long iourney . This said , she wept ; then parted he , Thinking great scorne of her penny , But past ●he Seas and tooke ●he shore , And sped right well , what would we more , in many wares he did abound , of merchandize both good and sound , His ships well fraught he homward sent So well had he his substance spent : And for his concubine alacke , He had bestowed many a knacke . Then last his wife remembred he , And with his mates of merry glée , Unto a Tauerne forth they go : In ieasting sort the truth is so he said he should be much vnkind , her merchandi●e to leaue behind . But said the substance was so small , That it would buy not●ing at all : And thereat made a i●asting sport , To all that thither did resort . Not farre from thence on a feat right nigh , There was an old man sitting by , Who said good sir I can you shew , How you that penny shall bestow , for if you haue a wedded wife , I wish you haue her during life . A wife I haue indeed quoth he , And a Lemman faire and bright of blee , Whom I do trust , and euer shall , So constant is her loue withall . The old man answered at last , So soone as you the Seas haue past , Then put of all your faire array , And to your Lemmon take your way , saying that thou a Merchant great , did●● robbe , and wickedly er treat , And for his goods thou hast him slaine , And art persude therefore a maine : Now which of both doe pitty thow , With her abide in weale and woe . With that the penny forth he drew , Which to the old man straight he threw , Saying he would go trie the same So in short space he ouer came ▪ in cloathes rent too vile to see , vnto his Lemmans house went he . And softly knocked at her doore , But when she saw he was so poore , In fr●wning sort she turnd her backe , Perceiuing him to be in lacke . He said sweet Lemmon for Christ his sake , Upon me here some pitty take , Upon the Seas my goods I lost , My selfe in danger greatly toste , a Merchant murdered is and slaine , by meanes of me and of my traine : Wherefore sweet heart now pitty me , For need alacke , I come to thee , But she with words right fierce and fell , Said villaine , wretch adieu , farewell . Shall I giue succour to thy deed ? The Diuell grant thee ill to speed , Auoyde thou rascal● hence apace , Thy fact deserues to haue no grace , go home vnto that Gib thy wife , let her giue succour to thy life , For by the faith to God I owe , I meane the Officer shall know , Except from hence in hast thou packe : He turnd his face and cryde alacke . Then in that poore and simple array , Unto his wife he tooke his way , And told like tale as he before , Had vttered to his wicked whoore , and said sweet wife without your aide I feare I shall be soone betraid . My spowse quoth she , take you no griefe , A hundred pounds for your reliefe , I yet haue here for you in store When that is gone we will get more ▪ And for your pardon ▪ sir quoth she , I will make meanes as you shall see , And all your creditors will pray , To take with you a longer day , good friends I haue , take you no thought , this thing to passe shall well be brought . And as much goods as here before , They shall you giue or rather more , With that he did his wife embrace , And told her true in euery case . Together then that night they lay , And in the morning passing gay , This merc●ant did himselfe at●ire , In costly suits for his desire : with seruants two for his intent , vnto his Lemmans house he went , As by the way she did him spy , She ran and met him by and by , And said my loue for very shame , What moued you to worke th●● gaine . Why came you basely to my doore ? Why did you faigne your selfe so poore ? Sith you do know you haue my loue , And all my goods for your behooue ? She then with him did kisse and dally , as she was wont with ancient fally , My Lemmon deare he said againe , To me it hath been told right plaine , You haue another friend in store , Whom you doe loue at heart right sore . The Iewels which I gaue to you , He hath in hold I tell you true : Then vp she rose all in a braide , And all those things before him laide : he tooke them vp and cald his men , and said go get you home agen , With this apparell and this geare , She said what will you robbe me here , He tooke all things to hand that came , And bare all home vnto his Dame. And said behold my louing feere , See here these Iewels and this geere , Looke well thereon and do not spare , Here is a penny worth of ware : he told her likewise how and when , he had this counsell of a man : She saw those iewels did abound , In value worth a hundreth pound , They thanked God both , for his grace , And after liu'd in happy case . FINIS . Titus Andronicus complaint . To the tune of Fortune . YOu noble minds and famous martiall wights , That in defence of natiue countrey fights : Giue eare to me that ten yeares fought for Rome . Yet reapt disgrace when I returned home . In Rome I liu'd in fame full threescore yeares . By name beloued deare of all his Peeres : Full fiue and twenty valiant sonnes I had , Whose forward vertues made their father glad· For when Romes foes their warlike forces felt , Against them still my sonnes and I were sent : Against the Gothes full ten yeares weary warre , We spent , receiuing many a bloody s●arre : Iust two and twenty of my sonnes were slaine Before we did returne to Rome againe : Of fiue and twenty sonnes I brought but three Aliue , the stately Towres of Rome to see . When warres were done I conquest home did bring , And did present my prisoners to the King The Queene of Go●h her sonnes and eke a Moore , Which did much murder like was nere before . The Emperour did make this Quéene his wife Which bred in Rome debate and deadly strife : The Moore with her two sonnes did grow so proude , That none like them in Rome was then alowd . The Moore so pleasd the new-made Empresse eye That she consented with him secretly : For to abuse her husbands marriage bed , And so in tune a blacke a moore she bred . Then she whose thoughts to murder were in●inde , Consented with the Moore with bloody minde : Against myselfe , my kin and all my friends In cruell fort to bring them to their ends . So when in age I thought to liue in peace , Both wo and griefe began then to increase : Amongst my sonnes I had one daughter bright , Which ioyde and pleased best my ages sight . My deare Lauina was betroth'd as than To Caesars sonne a yong and noble man : Who in a hunting by the Emperours wife , And her two sonnes bereaued were of life , He being slaine was cast in cruell wise Into a dismall den from light of skies : The cruell Moore did come that way as then , With my two sonnes who fell into that den . The Moore then fectht the Emperour with speed , For to accuse them of that murtherous deed : And then my sonnes within the den were found In wrongfull prison they were cast and bound . But now behold what wounded most my minde , The Emperours two sonnes of Tygers kinde : My daughter rauished without remorse , And tooke away her honour quite perforce . When they had tasted of so sweet a flower , Fearing their sweet should shortly turne to sowre , They cut her tongue , whereby she could not tell , How that dishonour vnto her befell . Then both her hands they falsely cut of quite , Where by their wickednesse she could not write , Nor with her needle on her sampler sow , The bloody workers of her direfull woe . My brother Marcus found her in a wood , Staining the grasse ground with purple bleed : That trickled from her stumps and handlesse armes , No tongue at all she had to tell her harmes . But when I saw her in that woefull case , With teares of blood I wet my aged fa●e : For my Lauinia I lamented more Then for my two and twenty sonnes before . When as I saw she could not write nor speake , With griefe my aged heart began to breake , We spread a heape of sand vpon the ground , Whereby those bloody tyrants out we found . For with a staffe without the helpe of hand , She writ th●se words vpon that plot of sand : The lustfull sonnes of the p●ou● Empresse , Are doers of this hatefull wickednesse . I tare the mi●ke-white haires from off my head I curst the houre wherein I first was ●red : I wisht my hand that fought for countries ●ame , In cradles rockt had first been stroke● lame . The Moore delighting still in villany , Did say to set my sonnes from prison free : I should vnto the King my right hand giue , And then my 〈◊〉 prisoned sonnes should liue . The Moore I caused to strike it off with speede , Whereat I greeued not to see it bleed , But for my sonnes 〈◊〉 wi●●ingly impart , And for their ransome send my bleeding heart . But as my life did linger thus in paine They sent to me my bloodlesse hand againe : And therewithall the heads of my two sonnes , Which fild my dying heart with fresher moanes . Then past reliefe I vp and downe did go , And with my teares writ in the dust my ●o : I shot my arrowes towards heauen high And for reuenge to hell did sometimes cry . The Empresse then thinking I was mad Like Furies she and both her sonnes were clad : She namde reuenge , and rape and murder they , To vndermine and know what I would say . I fed their foolish vaines a certaine space , Untill my friends and I did finde a place Where both her sonnes vnto a post were bound , Where iust reuenge in cruell sort was found . I cut their throats , my daughter helde the pan , B●twixt her stumps wherein their blood then ran , And then I ground their bones to powder small And made a paste for pies straight therewithall . Then with their flesh I made two mighty pies , And at a banquet serude in stately wise , Before the Empresse set this loathsome meat , So of her sonnes owne flesh she well did eate , My selfe bereaude my daughter then of life , The Empresse then I sl●w with bloody knife : I stabde the Emperour immediately , And then my selfe , euen so did Titus dye . Then this reuenge against the Moore was found , Aliue they set him halfe into the ground , Whereas he stood vntill such time he sterude , And so God send all murtherers may be serude . The end of the first Part. The Second Part of the Golden Garland . The Shepheards resolution . To the tune of the yong mans opinion . SHall I wasting in despaire Dye because a womans faire : Shall my cheeks looke pale with care . Cause anothers Rosie are ▪ Be she fairer then the Day . Or the flowry Meads in May ▪ Yet if she thinke not well of me , What care I how faire she be . Shall a Womans goodnesse mooue , Me to perish for her loue ? Or her worthy merits knowne , Make me quite forget mine owne ? Be she with that goodnesse blest , As may merit name of best : Yet if she be not such to me , What care I how faire she be , Be she good or kinde or faire , I will neuer more despaire : If she loue me , this beleeue , I will die ere she shall grieue : If she fright me when I woe , I will scorne and let her go : Yet if she be not fit for me , What care I for whom she be . Shall a woman truely wise , Draw amazement from mine eyes , Wondring that from such a Creature , Wisedome thus should come by nature : And comprehend the best of things , That from the well of Wisedome springs : Yet if she be not such to me , What care I how wise she be . Shall I cast affection downe , Because I see a woman browne ▪ Shall beauties changeling kill desire , Or loathing quench out fancies fire ? Be she browne or blacke or foule , or fronted like a broad eyde Owle : Yet if she be not such to me , What care I how foule she be . Shall my heart with sorrow burst , Because I sée a woman curst : Or shall I grieue when I behold , The picture of a pure scolde . Be her tongue so truely euill , That well might tire the very Deuill . Yet if she be not such to me , What care I how curst she be . Shall a Womans tempting smile , Accuse her for a Crocadile : Or shall I trust a Wantons eyes , That most dissembles when she cryes , Be women made of euill wholly , To draw us men to wanton fully . Yet if they be not such to me , What care I how ill they be . Shall womens all-affecting fe●tures , Make me iudge them Angell creatures : Shall I thinke them come from heauen , To be an earthly blessing giuen , Be good or bad or what you please , The lesse we need them most at ease . Be what they will if not for me , I care not then what women be . FINIS . The Shepheards Pipe. SLéep wayward thoughts , & rest you with my loue , Let not my loue be with my loue d●●●sde , ●ouch not proude hands , lest you her anger mooue But pine you with my longings lang displeasde , thus while she sléepes I sorrow for her sake , so sléepes my loue , and yet my loue doth wake , But O the fate of these my restlesse feares , The hidden anguish of my flesh desires : The glories and the beauties that appeares , Betwéene her browes , néere Cupids closed ●ires , thus while she sléepes moues sighing for thy sake , so sléepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake . My loue doth rage and yet my loue doth rest , Feare in my loue and yet my loue secure Peace in my loue and yet my loue opprest , Impatient yet of perfect temperature . Sleepe dainty loue , while I sigh for thy sake , so sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake . FINIS . Coridons farewell to Phillis . FArewell deare loue since thou will needs begon , Mine eyes do shew my life is almost done , nay I will neuer die , so long as I can spye , there be many moe , though that she do go , There be many moe I feare not , Why then let her go I care not . Farewell , farewell , since this I find is true , I will not spend more time in wooing you : but I will seek elsewhere , if I may find loue them , shall I bid her goe ? what and if I doe ? Shall I bid her go and spare not , O no no , no , no , no , I dare not . Ten thousand times farewell , yet stay a while , Sweet kisse we once sweet kisses time beguile : I haue no power to moue how now , am I in loue ? wilt thou needes be gone ? go then , all is one : Wilt thou ●eedes be gone ? Oh high thee , Nay stay , and do no more deny me . Once more adieu , I see loath to depart , Bids oft adue to her that holds my heart but seeing I must loose thy loue which I did choose , go thy w●y for me , since that may not be ; Go thy wayes for me , but whether ? Go , oh but where I may come thither . What shall I do , my loue is now departed , She is as faire as she is cruell hearted : we would not be intreated with prayers oft repeated , If she come no more , shall I dye therefore , If she come no more , what care I , Faith let her go or come or tarry . FINIS . The Weauers Shuttle , or a Loue-Song made by a Preptise of London , that loued a yong Gentlewoman in the countrey , doubting of her constancy . To the tune of , Riding to Rumford . OH how I sigh and sob Oh how I languish : Oh how my heart doth throb with griefe and anguish ▪ My song I cannot tune , For loue I do consume I cannot worke in Loome hang vp my shuttle . My treadles all stand still I cannot vse them : My shuttle and my quill , I will refuse them . My batten and my slay , And all my Leses play Hey hoe , till holiday , hang vp my shuttle . Yet though they do stand still , I must be doing : And to my loue in good will , I must a wooing , I cannot merry be , But in her company , Sweet heart I come to thee , and leaue my shuttle . And when I visit thee , And haue my wishes , And entertained be , with dainty kisses . ● how my heart doth grieue , So soone my loue to leaue , And go againe to weaue , and vse my shuttle . Yet shuttle flye apace , Till thou art weary : For I must weaue my la●e , sing and be merry . Till the next holiday , Then thou and I will play Hay ho cast care away , hang vp my shuttle . If thou vnconstant proue , I le not respect thee : But choose another loue , and quite reiect thee . A Weauer thou shalt know , Scornes to be serued so ▪ Though my true heart I show , vsing my shuttle . Gentlemen Weauers all , That heares my ditty , Pardon my verses small , rude and vnwitty . If they do you offend , Next I make I will mend , And so my Song doth end , reach me my shuttle . FINIS . Of the inconueniences by Marriage . To the tune of When Troy towne . FOnd wanton youth makes loue a god , Which after proueth ages rod : Their youth , their time , their wit and art , They spend in seeking of their smart : And which of follies is the chiefe , They woo their wo , they wed their griefe . All find it so that wedded are , Loues sweet they find enfold sowre eare . His pleasures pleasingst in the eye , Which tasted once with loathing die : they find of follies t is the chiefe , their wo to woo to wed their griefe , If for their owne content they chose , Forthwith their kindreds lo●e they loose , And if their kindred they content , For euer after they repent : O t is of all our bodies chiefe Our wo to woo to wed our griefe . In bed what strifes are bred by day Our puling wiues do open lay : None friends , none foes we must esteeme , But whom they so vouchsafe to deeme : O t is of all our follies chiefe Our wo to woo , to wed our griefe . Their smile we want if ought they want , And either we their wils must grant : Or die they will or are with child Their laughing must not be beguild . O t is of all our follies chiefe Our wo to woo , to wed our griefe . Foule wiues are iealous faire wiues fall Marriage to either binds vs thrall Wherefore being bound we must obey , And forced be perforce to say : Of all our follies t is the chiefe , Our wo to woo , to wed our griefe , FINIS . The Shepheards Ioy. To the tune of Barra Faustus Dreame . COme sweet Loue , let sorrow cease , ●anish frownes leaue of discention : Loue warres make the sweetest peace hearts vniting by contention . Sun-shine followes after raine Sorrowes ceasing : this is pleasing All proues faire againe after sorrow soone comes ioy Try me , proue me , trust me , loue me This will cure annoy . Winter hides his frosty face Blushing now to be more ve●●ed : Spring return'd with pleasant grace , Floraes treasures are renued : Lambes reioyce to sée the Spring , Shipping , leaping , sporting , playing Birds for ioy do sing , so let the Spring of ioy renue , Laughing , colling , kissing , playing , And giue loue his due See those bright sunnes of thine eyes , Clouded now with black disdaining , Shall such stormy tempests rise , to set loues faire dayes a rayning : All are glad the skies being cleare , Lighly ioying , sporting , toying , With their louely cheare : but as sad to see a shower , Sadly drooping ; lowring ; p●wting ; Turning sweet to sower . Then sweet loue dispearse this cloude , That obscures this scornefull coying : When all creatures sings aloude , filling hearts with ouer ioying : As euery bird do choose her make , Gently billing , she is willing Her true loue to take : with such words let vs contend ; Woing , doing , wedding bedding , And so our strife shall end . FINIS . A pleasant Song Intituled , You pretty wantons warble . YOu pretty birds that sit and sing amidst the shady vallies , And sée how sweetly Phillis walkes within her garden allyes . Go pretty birds vnto her bowre sing pretty birds she may not lowre : For feare my fairest Phillis frowne you pretty wantons warble . Go tell her through your chirping bils , as you by me are bidden : To her is only knowne my loue , which from the world is hidden . Go pretty birds and tell her so see that your notes fall not too low , For feare &c. Go tune your voyces harmony and sing I am her Louer : Straine low and hie that euery note with sweet content may moue her . Tell her it is her louer true , that sendeth loue by you and you , Aye me , me thinkes I see her frowne , you pretty wantons warble . Fly , fly , make haste me thinks shée s falne into a pleasant slumber : Sing round about her Rosie bower that waking she may wonder . And he that hath the swéetest voyce tell ●er I le neuer change my choyce . Aye me &c Fly pretty birds , and in your bils beare me a louing letter , Unto my fairest Phillis , and with your sweet musick gréet her , Go pretty birds vnto her , hye , haste pretty birds vnto her , flye : Aye me &c. And if you finde her sadly se● about her swéetly chaunt it : Untill she smiling raise her head nere cease vntill she grant it . Go pretty birds and tell her I , as you haue done , will to her flye . Aye me &c. Henceforth refuse , you pretty birds to chiepe in vn●outh places : And draw you all together there , where louely Phillis traces . There pretty birds about her sing there pretty birds make ecchoes ring ▪ For feare my fairest Phillis frowne , you pretty wantons warble . FINIS . The Louers lamentation for the death of faire Phillis . HOw can I chuse but sigh and mone and euermore sit weeping ? My fairest Phillis she is gone death hath her in his keeping . O death how durst thou be so bold to lay my Phillis in the mold ? Aye me , aye me , aye woe is me cease pretty birds to warble . Cease now your chirping melody for Spring times past and gone , And Winters chilling stormes deny your harmony be showne . Keepe you your nests , I le keepe my den , where thousand frightfull obiects been , Aye me &c. Her shadow hanging in my sight addes to my griefe and anguish : The substance wanting in the ●ght . for which I lye and languish The pretty toyes she vsde to w●are , lie scattered now , some here , some there , ●ye me , aye me &c. So that the place when she suruiude , which was a place of pleasure , Is vncouth made by losse of this inestimable treasure : That beauty that made her excell , made that seem heauen that now seemes hell ? Aye me , aye me &c. We rt that the force of men de●ainde , my fairest Phillis from me . Or Iron barres , or bolts , or locks , she might not looke vpon me . Then might I hope to re-obtaine her presence , but all hope is vaine , Aye me , aye me &c. Oh why should mens desires like hounds , pursue this vaine worlds pleasure ? And count them happy in nought else , but in this vaine worlds treasure , Seeing to day we mount in Mirth , and fall to morrow in the earth : Aye me , aye me &c. Finis . The Maidens complaint . To the tune , I can nor will no longer lie alone . CAn any tell me what I aile , I am growne so sick , so weak , so pale : I to that plight alas am growne that I can nor will no longer lie alone . Was euer maidens cafe like mine , thus of fifteen yeres of age to pine : Were I the iudge I am sure there is none , that should any longer lie alone . When it is day I wish for night , and when it is darke for light againe : Thus all the night long to tosse & to g●●ne , for that I can no longer lie alone . If dreames be true then iudge I can , all that I want is but a man : Only for one I make this moane , for that I can no longer lie alone . To woe him first ashamde am I , but if he aske , I will not deny : Such is my case I must haue one for that I can no longer lie alone . Yet shall this be my prayer still , for one that may giue me my fill For I care not how soone it be knowne , that I can nor will no longer lie alone . For all my wishings Ile haue none , but him I loue and I loue but one : And if he loue not me then will I haue none but euer till I dye I le lie alone . Finis . The inconstancy of the World. WHat if a day , a moneth , or a yeere , Crown thy desires with a thousand wisht contentings Cannot the chance of an night or an houre Crosse thy delights with as many sad tormentings : Fortune in their fairest birth , Are but blossomes dying , Wanton pleasures doating mirth , Are but shadowes flying ▪ All our ioyes are but toyes Idle thoughts deceiuing : None hath power of an hour : In our liues bereauing . What if a smile , or a beck , or ● looke Feed my fond thoughts with as many sweet conceiuing May not that smile , or that beck , or that look . Tell thee as well they are but vaine deceiuing ? Why sho●ld beauty be so proude In things of no surmounting All her wealth is but a shroude Of a rich accounting : Then in this repose no blisse Which is vaine and idle : Beauties flowers haue their houres , Time doth hold the bridle . What if the world with alures of his wealth Raise thy degrée to a place of high aduancing May not the world by a check of that wealth Put thee again to as low despised cha●●ing Whilst the Sun of wealth doth shine Thou shalt haue friends plenty : But come want they then repent , Not one abides of twenty : Wealth and friends holde and ends , As your fortunes rise and f●ll : Up and downe rise and frowne Certaine is no state at all . What if a griefe , or a straine , or a fit , Pinch thée with pain , or the féeling ●angs of sicknes , Doth not that grip● , or that straine , or that fit . Shew thee the forme of thy own true perfect likenes Health is but a glimpse of ioy , Subiect to all changes Mirth is but a silly toy , Which mishap estranges , Tell me then silly man Why art thou so weake of wit : As to be in ieopardy When thou maist in quiet sit ▪ Then if all this haue declard thine amisse Take it from me as a gentle friendly warning : If thou refuse and good counsell abuse , Thou maist hereafter dearely buy thy learning . All is hazard that we haue There is nothing hiding , Daies of pleasure are like streames , Through the meddowes gliding , Wealth or wo , time doth ge● There is no returning Secret fates guide our state● Both in mirth and mourning . FINIS . Loues Constancy . SInce Ar● I saw thy face I resolue , to honour and renowne yee : If now I be disdaind I wi●h , my heart had neuer knowne 〈◊〉 . What I that loude and you that likt , shall we begin to wrangle : No no , no , no , my heart is fixt , and cannot now intangle . If I admird● or praisd you too much , that fault you may forgiue me : Or if my hand had strayed to touch , then iustly might you leaue me . I askt you leaue , you bad me loue , i st now a time to chide me : No , no , no , no , I le loue you still . what fortune ere betide me . The Sun whose beames most glorious are , reiecteth no beholder : ●nd your sweet beauty past compare , made my poore eyes the holder . Where beauty moues , and wit delights , and signes of kindnes binds me : There O there where ere I go , I le leaue my heart behinde me . FINIS . Coridons dolefull knell . To the tune of Ding dong . MY Phillida a due Loue And euermore farewell , I must go seeke a new Loue Yet I will ring her knell : Ding dong , ding dong , ding dong , My Phillida is dead I le sticke a branch of Willowes , At my faire Phillis head . Our bridall bed was made But my faire Phillida In steed of silken shade , She now lies wrapt in clay . Ding dong , &c. Her corps shall be attended , With nimphes in rich array Till obsequies be●ended . And my loue wrapt in clay , Ding dong , &c. Her hearse it shall be carryed , With them that doe excell : And when that she is buried Thus will I ring her knell . Ding dong , &c. ●le decke her tombe with flowers The rarest that ere was seene And with my teares as shewe●● I le keepe them fresh and greene . Ding dong , &c. In stead of fairest colours Set forth by curious art , Her picture shall be painted , In my distressed heart . Ding dong , &c. And euer shal be written And after shall be said , 〈◊〉 lou● is not forgotten , Though Phillida be dead . Ding dong , &c. In sable will I mourne , The blacke shall be my wee●e , Aye me I heare some talke , That Phillida is dead . Ding dong , ding dong , ding dong , My Phillida is dead , &c. A garland shall be framed , By art and natures skill : With sundry coloured flowers . In token of good will. Ding dong , &c. With s●ndry coloured Rib●ands As much I will bestow , They should be blacke , and yellow , In token of good will. Ding dong , &c. True louers be not scanting , With ●eares to make me mone , Since Philida is wanting . And all my ioyes are gone . Ding dong , &c. She was my louely true loue , My heart can witnesse well : Wherefore in signe I loue her , Once more I le ring her knell . Ding dong , ding dong , ding dong , My Phillada is dead ▪ I le sticke a branch of W●llowes , At my faire Phillis head . FINIS . Coridons Resolution . THere is a Lady sweet and kinde Was neuer face so pleas●e my minde : ● did but see her passing by , And yet I loue her till I die . ●er iesture , motion , and her smiles ●er wit , her voyce my heart beguiles , Beguiles my heart I know not why , ●nd yet I loue her till I dye . ●ow I her fast betwixt mine armes ●udge you that thinke such sports were harmes , ●ert any harme , no fie , fie For I will loue her till I die . ●hould I remaine confined there , ●o long as Phoebus in his sphere : ● to request , she to deny ●et would I loue her till I die . ●upid is winged and doth range ●er countrey , so my loue doth change : But change she earth or change she skye , ●et will I loue her till I die , FINIS . The Shepheards Dialogue of loue betweene Willy an● Cuddy . To the tune of Maying time . Willy , HOw now shepheard what meanes that Why wearst thou willow in thy hee , Why are thy Scarfes of red and yellow , Turnde to branches of greene willow . Cuddy They are changde and so am I , Sorrow liues but pleasure dyes ▪ She hath now forsaken me , Which makes me weare the Willow tree . Will. What , that Phillis loude thee long , Is that the Lasse hath done thee wrong : She that loude thee long and best , Is her loue turned to a Iest. Cudd. She that loued me long and best ▪ 〈◊〉 me set my heart at rest : 〈◊〉 she a new Loue loues ( not me ) ●hat makes me weare the Willow tree . Will. Come then shepheard let vs ioyne , Since thy hap is like to mine : For the wight I though● most true ▪ Now hath changde me fo● a new . Cudd Well then since thy hap is so ▪ Take no ●a●e but let h●● go● ●hy hard hap doth min● appease ▪ ●●mpany doth sorrowes ease . Will. Then I will forget her loue , ●ince wantonly she false will proue : 〈◊〉 for her sake bid all adue , 〈◊〉 seldome women do proue true . 〈◊〉 for her sake I le sit and pi●e , 〈◊〉 she was once a Loue of mine : ●hich shall nere forgotten be , ●●ough I weare the Willow tree . 〈◊〉 . Heards man be aduised by me , ●ast of griefe and Willow tree : ●or thy greefe breeds her content , 〈◊〉 is pleasde if thou lament . 〈◊〉 Then I will be rulde by thee , ●here lies griefe and Willow tree : 〈◊〉 ●●rth I will do as they , 〈…〉 a new 〈◊〉 euery day ▪ A Table 〈…〉 ● Queene Elizabeth● courag● against the Spani●● eighty eight . 7 How two English Prince● became Shepheards Salisbury Plaine . 8 The life and death of Richard the second . 9 Of Charles Brandon who maried Henry the eight● ▪ 10 Of King Richard the third . 11 Of the Lady Elinor and Captaine Ie●ken●on . 12 King Edwards wooing . 13 Two Princes murdered in the Tower. 14 A penny worth of wit. 15 T●tu● Andronicus . The Song● in the second Part. 1 What care I now faire she be . 2 Sleepe wayward thoughts . ● Farewell deare loue ▪ 〈…〉 Weaue 〈◊〉 . A25322 ---- Anacreon done into English out of the original Greek Anacreontea. English. 1683 Approx. 101 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 65 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Greek poetry -- Translations into English. English poetry -- Translations from Greek. 2002-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ANACREON Done into English Out of the Original Greek . Nec quicquid olim lusit Anacreon Delevit aetas — OXFORD , Printed by L. Lichfield Printer to the University , for Anthony Stephe●… Bookseller near the Theatre , 1683. THE PREFACE . THE Great Inducement that drew on my Genius to this bold attempt , was the desire of communicating to the World those hidden Sweets , that pretty Diversion that long time lay undiscover'd in this Author ; as also the tempting Pattern set by the unimitable Mr. Cowley : where he has rendred part of this Author so lively in an English dress , that I began to esteem it of allmost equal Beauty with the Original . But when I consider'd the loss of those many Infinuating advantages the Author had over the Ears of his Auditors ; To whom the Unaccessible Graces of that Language , the Delicacies of his Wit and Stile , dish'd up with all the Tickling Art of Musick , could not but yield a very pleasant Gust . And now that the same Copied out in a less copious Tongue , and without that ●…dditionary●…uty ●…uty of the Attuning Harp , which was customary in those days , should equally relish with us ; I am apt to conclude next of Kin to an Impossibility . To supply therefore these defects ; I have in a Looser Method , but according to the forementioned Pattern ▪ English'd this Author with a Parallel fancy of my own here and there interwoven , but as I d●…re aver , nothing derogatory to the sense of ▪ the Author ; And however this Method may seem to some to be onely the wanton Sallies of a ranging Fancy , and the too licentious play of a Poetical Mind ; yet I can easily satisfy my self that t is nothing but what is authorized by Mr. Cowley nothing but what is adapted to his Model ; which whoever takes the pains to read will at first sight discover , when he views his Verses here interserted ; which at first I design'd to have put in different Characters , but afterwards I recalled those thoughts , knowing that no one could be a pretender to Poetry , who is wholy , Ignorant of his Works , or cannot with a Cursory glance discern his finer strokes from my mean Endeavours . I must confess I am willing to Patronize this fluenter kind of Version which I cannot call properly either Imitation or Translation but rather impute it to be somewhat which as yet wants a Name . Neither do I look upon this to indulge too much Liberty , but onely to grant a freer Range to sense and Reason : I profess my self an utter Enemy to the too narrow tye of a verbal Translation , and when I chance to spy an Author of this kind who has slavishly confined himself to the least Particle of his Original ; Methinks it looks as if not onely the Motion of the Body ( according to Des-Cartes opinion ) but that of the Mind too was performed by Mechanism ; All his uneasie production seems so forc'd , so much strived for , as if his Wit like the Goddess of it could not be produc'd without the Labour of the Brain ; And this methinks is the ready way of Burlesquing both himself and the Author . This gross failure I have made it my business all along to avoid , and have affected a decent Naturallness , so that my Love Verses might run as soft and easie as the Subject ; my Rants and Drunken Songs might be so far proportionable , as to seem the hectoring Efforts of a Debouchè ; in which I am afraid I have been guilty of the most Errata's because being not well acquainted with those vices , I was forced to preposses my mind with a debauch'd fancy and then write with all the extravagancy of Thought . But now lest some Novice in Poetry should pretend to Criticize upon the unevenness of the Verse , I must be bold 〈◊〉 to tell him , that I esteem it the greatest Excellency ; and am strangely taken with Horace for observing this Idiom in his Sermo's , where his sense is not confined to an affected smoothness but seems undesignedly to happen into Verse ; * and as if he took Plato's Opinion in this case for a Standard , when he tells us , that the Verse ought to observe those Cadencies required by the sense , and to be squared to that ; and not the Sense to the Verse . This therefore is sufficient plea for those seeming Errors , which might trapan an unjudieio●…s Reader into false Criticisms . And as for the common Expressions I have made use of in this Piece , they were altogether designed ; and not on purpose to help out with unseemly Bodges the de●…icient Rhime , but to avoid that reprehension , the Tragaedians of old lay under according to the sentiments of Ariphrades , * who condemned em for deviating from the usual Dialect of Speaking . Which indeed in my opnion is no small failure ; and Aristotle himself ownes that they derogated much from his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or property belonging to Poesie . As for the licentious gingling of the Rhymes , no one will have reason to judge it an Innovation , if he does with a nice scrutiny examine into some of the Verles in an Ode here imitated by the Auhor of the Satyrs against the Jesuites : and I am very willing to favour this way and could allmost wish blank Verse were much invogue , knowing very well it would give the Fancy fairer play , being not imprisoned withing the narrow limits of Rhyme ; thus far I have apologiz●…d for those licenses I have here indulged my self ; and that no one after this might Cavil at the design of this Piece , where vice seems to be so gawdily apparalled on purpose to draw over some to be its Proselytes , I would have the Reader know that this is far from the intent of the Author , who onely designed it as an innocent recreation to divert the Mind after it has been ●…eized with the long fatigue of Business , and to fill up those vacant hours appropriated to Mirth ; and also with insinuating delight to please the Ladies : for whom great part of this Book ( viz. That product , those enamou●…ing features of Love so prettily delineated by this Author ) was peculiarly intended : in rendring which the onely thing I have to glory in is ; that whereas I have had such enticements to use a wantonness of Speech , and in the plainness of Language to display the Ladies Naked ; yet I have been so decently Modest , as not to admit of one expression that may adulterate the chastest thoughts of a Nun , or exact a Blush from the most reserved of that Sex. I shall only now desire the Ladies favourably to accept this , and bless it with their Approbation ; then I shall be exempted from the fear of any ill-natured Critieks , being well assured that as for the Generality of men they are so much theirs , so much bound in Cmplaisance to Will and Nill the same , that to dislike what the Ladies approve , were in some Measure to contradict themselves . From these therefore I beg that my applause may be uttered with all the Emphasis of a Smile ; yet this alas would be too much , and onely render me more unhappy ; I should then begin to envy even my own work , and account it my happier Rival ; nor could I propose to my self any other means of satisfaction , then by wishing they would by a kind Metonymie accept the Author for his Book . S. B. The Life of ANACREON . ANACREON was a Poet famous for Lyriques amongst the Graecians , and according to Strabo an Inhabitant of the City Teios ; whence he took the denomination of Te●…us , and whence we read in Ovid Teia Mu●… about whose Parents the Antiquarians are of different Opinions , and seem dubious on whom to confer that Honour . Some would have his Father to be Scythinus , others Eumelus , others say his name was Parthemus or Aristocritus ▪ I shall not therefore endeavour to reconcile these differences , but were I to guess at his Genealogy , byass'd by the delicious Wantonness of his Stile : I should be apt to conjecture , that Bacchus had sometime stoln the Marriage-Sweets of Venus , and palliated his crime with this off-spring . His life was a continued Scene of Delight , and his Body seemed , instead of a Soul , to be informed with nothing but Love. He was much enslaved with the Masculin Love of a Beautiful Boy named Bathyllus ; as we may easily apprehend by his often mentioning of him throughout his whole Book , as also by that of Horace . Non aliter Samio dicunt arsisse Bathyllo Anacreonta Teium . — Nor was he less enamoured with the powerful charms of his Mistress Eurypile ; for whose affection he determined his Genious so to Love-Verses , that Cicero says of him , His Poetry is all ore a treatise of Amours . Which I am apt to imagine a mistake , knowing that Bacchus equally shares in it , and he never separated those two chief Ingredients of an Epicurean's happiness , Women and Wine . To the Latter of these he seemed to owe all his Enthusiasm , all the youthful vigour of his Old Age : he was so actuated , so enlivened with this , as if , when his own Spirits decayed , Those of Wine became vital . He was much addicted to the vice of Drinking , whence he was reproachfully entituled by some 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and the Athenians ( as Pansanias relates in his description of Greece ) erected his Statue in a Drunken posture . There goes a very pleasant Story of him , that once having took a Cup too much of the Creature , he came staggering homewards through the Market place , and ●…eeling against a Nurse with a Child in her Arms named Cleobulus , he had almost beat her down ; nor did he c●…ave her pardon for this Offence , but injured her as much afterwards wich a scornful , hectoring reply : upon which the Nurse begged that the Justice of Heaven would take it into consideration , and prayed that he might be hereafter with all the Tyranny of af●…ectionate Passion as much endeared to the Child ●…s now he abhorred it . Now after Cleobulus was past his Infancy , he ●…ecame so strangely beautiful , that Nature seem●…d extravagant in bestowing all her charms upon ●…ne face ; and the Gods being mindful of the ●…urse's request inflicted upon Anacreon the sweet●…evenge ●…evenge of Love , as appears in some of his mai●…ed pieces , where he draws up this Petition to ●…he God of Love. Tu propitius ●…neras exaudi preces , Fave Cleobulo , suscipe amorem meum . But Athenaeus is of Opinion that this Poet was not so much given to debauchery and seems ●…o clear him from the crime of Drunkenness ; when he says , ▪ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lib. 10. Dei●… : Fol. 429. that he onely played the Counterfeit as much in composing his drunken Songs , as I have in translating them . As ▪ for the other part of his Verses ▪ those L●…es of Love , and b●…s for delight , they seem by a kind of Sympathy to be co●…le to his Life , and maintain an equal Correspondence with Mitth and Pleasure : so that by the lusciousness of his Stile , and neatness of Wit , he got himself no small repute amongst the Ancients ; some of which dignified him with the title of the delicious Anacrean , the Honey-Poet ; And Plato , though a very nice Philosopher who allows of no pleasure but that in the Abstract ; who terms the gross enjoyment of the sensual Appetite a Brute delight , ●…nd accounts that refined bliss the Marriage of Souls a property onely entailed on Rationalls ; yet he was so overswayed with the Poetical Philtres of of Anacreon , as to sign his approbation of a more substantial delight in gratifying the Senses , and abandon that aerie notion of pleasure , as a shadow of Solid joy , a mere creature of ●…ancy ; when he calls this Author the wise Anacreon : Whose Moralls tell us he was a great Abetter of Epicurism , he placed his Summum Bonum in the gross embraces of delight and all his Actions tended to that as to their Centre ; he pronounced to his Mind the Poets Requiem , Aetate fruere , Enjoy thy Life ; and if any hour slipped away without Mirth he accounted it mispent , and himself guilty of the crime of Idleness ; he abandoned all gravity and Wisdom as bold Incroachers upon the liberties of Pleasure ; Business was a mere stranger to his mind , nor did ever the turbulent thoughts of that discompose the calmness of his Breast : Nay what most of all commands our Admiration is , that when he was under the severe Discipline of Age when nothing is becoming but to be Morose , and commence a Dissenter in Jollity ; to see how Love overpower'd all these Tyrants , and a Smile could pry out some kind cranies to peep through his wrinkled looks , how he could be capable at this Winter of his Life to be inflamed with Love ! As if Nature had priviledg'd in him , a familiar Society , a friendly Neighbourhood betwixt two Contraries , Heat and Cold. I am apt methinks now to credit the theft of Prometheus , or subscribe to the tenet os Heraclitus Physicus , that his Soul owed its being to fire : when I see it so often flash out in wanton sparks of Love , and betray the flame within , when he writes with all the heat of Passion : But t is said besides these Love-Songs he composed several Elegies , and Iambicks , and several other Pieces of Poetry , which the World hath not been so happy to retain . The time he lived in is ambiguons : Eusebius records it in the LXI Olympiad , Suidas in the LXII , and makes him Cotemporary with Polycrates a Tyrant at Samos ; His Verse so mollified the harsh temper of that Prince , and as it were civilized his brutal Disposition , that he became no small favourite of his ; But others are of Opinion , that he flourished under the Reign of Cyrus and Cambyses , and that not being able to suffer the Tyranny of the Persians , he betook himself to Abdera a City in Thrace whose sometime inhabiting there might attone for the Epidemical Disease of that people , Dullness : here he long time enjoyed the sweets of a quiet Life , attended with content and mirth the gay retinue of a Poet ; and in the LXXXVth year of his Age died being choaked with a Grape-stone , upon whose death we have this Elegy out of Caelius . ATte Sancte Senex a●…us sub Tartara misit , Cygneae clausit qui tibi vocit iter : Vos Hederae tumulum , tumulum vos cingite Lauri Hoc Rosa perpetuo uernet odora lo●…o ; At vitis procul hinc , procul hinc odiosa face ssat , Quae dirae causam protulit una necis ; Creditur ipse minus vitem nunc Bacchus amare In vatem tantum quae fuit ausa nefas . English't thus . HAil Bard triumphant , whose melodious breath A Grape-stone stopp'd , the Thunder-bolt of death . Let Ivie now thy envied Tomb surround , And let it be with thy own Laurels crown'd ; Let grateful Roses od'rous offerings bring , And here enjoy an everlasting Spring ; But hence , far hence be plac'd the treach'rous Vine , That made immortal Thee to death re●…gn ; Bacchus self hates it now , 't is thought , and grieves T' has kill'd a Poet in whose Verse it lives . ANACREON Translated out of the Original Greek . I. Love. I 'll sing of Heroes , sing of Kings ; In mighty Numbers , mighty things . Begin my Muse ; but lo the strings To my great Song rebellious prove ; The Strings will sound of nought but Love ; I broke them all , and put on new ; 'T is this or nothing sure will do . These sure ( said I ) will me obey ; These sure Heroick Notes will play . Strait I began with with thundering Jove . And all the immortal Powers , but Love , Love smil'd , and from my enfeebled Lyre Came gentle Airs , such as inspire Melting Love , soft de●…re . Farewell then Heroes , farewell Kings , And mighty Numbers , mighty Things ; Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings . II. Beauty . LIberal Nature did dispense To all things Arms for their defence ; And some she Arms with sinewy force , And some with swiftness in the course ; Some with hard Hoofs , or forked Claws , And some with Horns , or tusked Jaws . And some with Scales , and some with Wings , And some with Teeth , and some with Stings . Wisdom to Man she did afford , Wisdom for Shield , and Wit for Sword. What to Beauteous Woman-kind , What Arms , what Armour has she assign'd ? Beauty is both ; for with the Fair What Arms , what Armour can compare ? What Steel , what Gold , or Diamond , More Impassible is found ? And what Flame , what Lightning e're So great and active force did bear ? They are all Weapon , and they dar●… Like Porcupines from every part . Who can alas , their strength express , Arm'd when they themselves undress , Cap-a-pe with Nakedness ? III. Cupid or the Cunning Beggar . ORe all when Night had silence spread , Chain'd down by sleep and all lay dead , When Moon and Stars below did rest , With former watchings much opprest ; When even Thought in peace was lain ; And the Old Nothing seem'd to reign ; A pretty Boy at door did wait , And me for Lodging much intreat , Complaining long of cold and wet . I am says he a fatherless , And hungry Child in much distress : My Mother to some neighb'ring Town To beg relief for us is gone , Left me and Innocence alone . Good Sir , if the kind Gods you love , Let me , poor me your pitty move . T was here he stopt ; and down his Face Methought the Tears did flow apace , His formal Cant I soon believ'd , And thought that I his Tears perceiv'd . Compassion came from every part , And pleaded strongly in my Heart ; My Heart , which its own ills desir'd , And even I my self conspir'd . I rose and strook a Light , then strait With Pious hast unlock'd the Gate ; ( So headlong to our Fate we fly , So fond are we of Misery . ) I saw the Youth , 't was wondrous fair , His Eyes did like two Stars appear , His Limbs upon each other shone , And made a Constellation ; But heats as yet I must not feel , With Wings he did himself conceal , ( For know with Pomp and Leisure he Prepar'd at length to Murder me . ) His Darts and Bow did seem around To hang , as Play-things newly found ; Destruction then with kind intent I modishly did Complement , I warm'd his hands with mine , but see Two fires did back upon me ●…lie ; For though more cold then Flint he came , He had like that a secret flame . His Hair was wet , but even then Some glimmering beauties did remain ; At length the Curls in order lay , 'Ore which ( that led my Soul away ) Millions of little Loves did play : I call'd him Ganymede , I 'de swear That Cupid was not half so fair : Nay , that I might my kindness shew , I think I hugg'd and kist him too . Cheer'd thus , warm Life came up again , And all in every part did reign ; All discontent and cares did cease , His Bow-strings th' onely thing amiss ; So prettily he strait forgot , Each grave and unbecomming thought . Le ts try says ( affecting strait A meekly look , the greatest cheat ) Le ts try ; if'gainst my Bow th' unkind Heav'ns , rage and malice have design'd . ●…re to the head the Dart was drawn , And here the mighty God was shewn ; For ( Oh ) in my unwary Breast Death and the Fatal Steel did rest ! Impatient Sense and Nature dies , And Love alone a Life supplies . The grinning Boy augments my pain , With Drolls and Sc●…ffs he wounds again . Landlord , he cries , my Bow you see Is much above an Injury . All ills against your Heart were meant , Kind ills which Heavn and Cupid sent . And you to me that warmth did give , A double gift do back receive ; I grant ( my gratitude to prove ) That thou shall scorch and burn with Love. IV. The Epicure . UNderneath this Myrtle shade , On Flowrie beds supinely laid , With od'rous oyls my head o'reflowing , And around it Roses growing , What should I do but drink away The heat , and troubles of the Day ? In this more then Kingly state , Love himself shall on me wait . Fill to me Love , nay fill it up ; And mingled cast into the Cup Wit , and Mirth , and noble Fires , Vigorous Health , and gay Desires . The Wheel of Life no less will stay . In a smooth than rugged way . Since it equally doth flee , Let the Motion pleas●…nt be . Why do we precious Oyntments shower , Nobler Wines why do we pour , Beauteous Flowers why do we spread , Upon the Monuments of the Dead ? Nothing they but Dust can show , Or Bones that has●…en to be so . Crown me with Roses whilest I live , Now your Wines and Oyntment give , After death I nothing crave , Let me Alive my pleasures have , All are Stoicks in the Grave . V. The Rose PRetty Rose , Thou gawdy Flower , Sacred to Love's mighty power , Whence there 's no Lover ever seeks , But finds Thee in his Mistres Cheeks , ) Thee thy Red Jolly looks design The fit Companion of Wine ; Crown'd thus , we 'll drink and merry be , Till we look gay and Red like Thee . Queen of all the Flowers that wear The Liv'rie of the painted year . Thou Lovely Darling of the Spring , How doest thou short-lived glories bring , How doest thou vex us , but in this , That thy Life no longer is . Thee the Gods love , hence they design To draw thee fresh with Paint divine , And in thy Reds strive to display The blushing Infancy of Day . The God of Love more lovely now , Adorns with thee his comely brow , When with the Graces dauncing , he Sees nothing there so fair as thee : Then prithee let me Roses have , A Rosie Chaplet's all I crave ; For which , Thou God of Wine , each day I 'll thee in Drunken Carols pay ; And when the beauteous Roses spread Their Ruby lustre round my Head ; How shall one Dear She , and I , In Mirth and Gallantry comply ; Free from care , free from strife , We 'll daunce the pleasant Maze of Life . Another . WHilst Roses round our Temples twine , The envy of the Rosie Wine , In which we cares and business bury ; Thus we live , thus live merry ; The Beauteous Virgins dance a round At the Harps no less charming sound , Their wanton Ivie wands too they As Badges of their Mirth display : ( That twining Plant seems to prove The fittest Emblem of their Love. ) See how each Harmonious Boy Does sometimes Daunce , and sometimes Play ; They Sing and Daunce away their prime , And by such Motions measure Time ; Love himself makes up the Quire , Venus does with soft Airs inspire . That sprightly God , the God of Wine , Pours New life through every Vein . All 's Mirth : even now the ●…rave , and Sage Curse the dull awkerdness of Age. This the true life , this sure must be , Since Life it self's but Harmony . VI. The Wound . WHen once I did rebellious prove , Nor own'd the S●…reingty of Love. Love smil'd , and strait he took in hand His all commanding Purple Wand , Which kindly forc'd me to obey , And through strange Paths with Love to stray . We pass'd ore sweetest flowrie Plains , And through swift Amorous curled Streams , Where even sensl●…s●… things I saw , Did pay obeysance to Love's Law. Kind Reeds did to each other move , The Waters self seem'd warm with Love. Even Brambles our approach to greet , Did in kind rough embraces meet . Thus as I pas'd and well did spy How all Things , All Things Lov'd but I , A pretty spangled glittering Foe , Too gay I thought to wound me so , A Snake with 's Sting did life betray , My Heart had almost fled away . But Cupid call'd it back , I see All Hearts at his disposal be . Who nodding check'd my stubborn pride , And thus at length began to chide . No matter what those fools sustain Who account Love the greatest pain , Which but once tried , none e're did wish That so much dreaded pain to miss . VII . The Dream . AS on a Purple Quilt I chofe By Night to take my sweet repose , Where dewie Sleep fell on my breast , And all my cares lay calm'd in Rest , My wanton Fansie sporting lay , And call'd my roving Thoughts to play . Who in their sport and am'rous flight Made up this Landskip of delight . Methoughts ( but oh 't was but a Dream ) I wandring spied a spotless train Of beauteous Virgins , where each face Provok'd enough to th' amorous chase . Strait the coy Phantoms fled away , Not would for my kind Courtship stay . I follow'd strait , but lo hard by A Troop of gallant Youths did ly . Who there would fain have rival'd me , And forc'd me back with railery , Yet this alas but fann'd the fire , And added Wings to my desire . Methoughts I made the greater hast , And seiz'd the amorous Prey at last . And then I proffer'd at a Kiss , But wak'd in the Interim of bliss . Curse on my Eys that open'd day , And chas'd those pleasant Forms away . My Eyes , that now will useless be , If I such sights may sleeping see . Thus raving I lay down , and then I onely wish'd to Dream ag'en . VIII , The Dove . TEll me , Lov 's Envoy , prithee do Whither dost this Journey go Or whence did'st this sweet voyage take , Through perfum'd Air which thy Wings make . Which with their wanton fannings spread , Such Odours , as embalm the Dead . Such Odours , as I 'de almost Swear Zephyrus Gales not sweeter are , When with some Rose he has bin at play , And kist its fragant Life away . The Dove reply'd , what 's this to Thee ? I carry Anacreon's Embassie ; Which he with courteous kind intent Has to his Lov'd Bathyllus sent . Bathyllus whose fair face does prove The Potent Monarchy of Love. T is true I once was Venus slave , Nor carry'd ought but what She gave , Who for a Love-Toy , for a Song Sold me to her Anacreon . Whom now I serve you see , and bear These his Love Letters through the Air ; Which soft as mine own Feathers are . For which good Office kindly he My hated freedom proffers me . But all the freedom which I crave Is that I still may be his Slave . For why should I , tell me why , Range through the Desart of the Sky ? Or make some Mountains top my Seat To fit and moan for want of meat ; Or when the year does bounties yield , And Fruits enrich each Painted Field , Why should I course Berries eat , Rough as the Brambles where I sit ? Where all my Victuals drest must be By Natures homely Cookery . When I can here as freely stand , And peck out of Anacreons hand . Delicious Crumbs , such as be The sweet effects of Luxury . And gulp such Wine , as he himself Drinks when he names Bathyllus health : And when I 'me drunk with this , I play And dance and revel all the day . But when all things do silence keep , And the still Night invites to ●…leep , I on his Harp reposingly , And dream of nought but Harmony . This Sir is all , this is the brief Account of my Voluptuous life . Go with this Narrative content , Youv'e made me already impertinent . That you your self will say anon , ●…'me Dove in all parts , but my Tongue . IX . Cupid in Wax . A Friend of mine expos'd to sale A Waxen piece , wrought wondrous well . The God of Love was form'd in this Soft as he by Nature is . Where Art so much of life did give , The smiling Image seem'd alive . Pleas'd at the sight , I ask'd the price Of this well imitated piece . My Friend reply'd , Sir what you please , I 'le thank you too for the release . For I 'me no Artist truth to tell , But Love at any rate I 'de sell , With painted Arrows , painted Bow , Which make a real dreadful show . I dare not longer Cupid trust , Brother to insatiable Lust. Nay then by your leave Sir , I cry'd , If you 'd be of this torment rid , Think not to vend the ware , but know That you must buy your Chapman too . Come hang 't give me a Groat , I l'e take The Image home , but for Heav'ns sake Prithee Love my breast inspire , And kindle vigorous desire . Or else in flames far above All the extremities of Love , Thy stubborn Form shall soon decay , The Waxen God shall melt away . And if thou this deniest to me , The fire shall thy Sole ●…uine be . X. Age. OFt am I by the Woman told Poor Ana●…reon thou grow'st old . Look how thy Hairs are falling all , Poor Anacreon how they fall . Whether I grow old or no By th' effects I do not know , This I can tell without being told , T is time to live , if I grow old . T is time short pleasures now to take Of little life the best to make , And manage wisely the last Stake XI . The Swallow : FOolish Prater what ●…'st thou So early at my Window do , with thy tuneless Serenade ; Well't had been had Tereus made Thee , as Dumb as Philomel , There his Knife had done but well . In thy undiscovered Nest , Thou dost all the Winter rest , And dreamest o're thy Summer joys , Free from the stormy seasons noise . Free from th●… thou 'st done to me , Who disturbs or seeks out Thee ? Had'st thou all the charming notes , Of the VVoods Poetick Throats All thy Art could never pay What thou 'st hast ta'ne from me away , Cruel Bird thou 'st ta'ne away , A Dream out of my arms to day . A Dream , that ne're must equall'd be , ●…y all that waking Eyes may see . Thou this damage to repair Nothing half so sweet or fair , Nothing half so good can'st bring , Though men say , Thou bring'st the Spring . XII . A Rant . THat Noble Soul , the Phrygian Boy Damn'd all Sense , a useless Toy . When with the Goddess big he reel'd , And bravely roar'd it in the Field . Where Mountains listned to his voice , And Eccho'd back the Drunken noise . Thus , Thus of old th' inspir'd Men , Drank Bumpers up of Hypocrene . Till Frensie-strook they did begin , To fancy some mad God within , They soar'd above all common Sense , Wing'd with a Drunken Excellence . And all their ventrous rage let fly , In Dithyrambick Poetry . Whilst these , these my Examples be , I 'll curse all dull Sobriety . Fill'd with Wine 's delicious charms , Fill'd with a Mistress in my Arms , My Passion uncontroul'd shall rove , Doubly debauch'd with Wine , and Love. XIII . The Duel . YEs I will Love then , I will Love , I will not now Loves Rebel prove . Though I was once his Enemy , Thoug ill-advis'd and stubborn I Did to the Combate him defie . An Helmet , Spear , and mighty Shield Like some New Ajax I did wield , Love in one hand his Bow did take , In th' other hand a Dart did shake , But yet in vain the Dart did throw , In vain he often drew the Bow , So well my Armour did refist , So oft by slight the Blow I mist. But when I thought all danger past , His Quiver empty'd quite at las●… . Instead of Arrow or of Dart He shot Himself into my heart . The living , and the killing Arrow Ran through the Skin , the Flesh , the Blood , And broke the Bones , and scorcht the Marrow ; No Trench , or Work of Life withstood : In vain I now the Walls maintain , I set out Guards and Scouts in vain Since th' Enemy does within remain . In vain a Breast plate now I wear , Since in my Breast the Foe I bear : In vain my Feet their swiftness try , For from the Body can they fly ? XIV . The Drunkard : FIll the Bowl with rosie Wine , Around our Temples Roses twine , And let us chearfully a while , Like the Wine and Ro●…es smile . Crown'd with Roses we contemn Gyges wealthy Diadem . To day is ours , what do we fear , To day is Ours , we have it here . Let 's treat it kindly , that it may Wish at least with us to stay . Le ts banish Business , banish Sorrow , To the Gods belongs To Morrow . XV. My Fate : LEt other Poets build their glory , On the ruin'd Trojans Story Ill neither Sing of this or that , Or the mighty Thebans fate , Though I was sure to Sing withall , In such sweet Numbers as might call The stones again into a Wall. Nobler Themes My Breast inspire , Nobler Songs provoke my Lyre : Nobler Wars , such as be Wag'd by a disdainful she . Though I should stand where Canons roar , 'T is She alone can wound me more I have try'd by Land and Sea enough , I am all Weapons , but loves proof ; Love , who in Ambuscado lies All armed in my Mistress eyes . Each glance of her shoots forth a Dart , And every look commands a heart . XVI . The Cup. MAke me a Bowl , a mighty Bowl Large as my capacious Soul. Vast as my thirst is , let it have Depth enough to be my Grave . I mean the Grave of all my care , For I intend to bury't there . Let it of Silver sashion'd be , Worthy of Wine , Worthy of me . Worthy to adorn the Spheres , As that bright Cup amongst the Stars . That Cup , which Heav'n deign'd a place Next the Sun , its greatest grace . Kind Cup , that to the Stars did go To light poor Drunkards here below , Let mine be so and give me light , That I may drink and revel by 't . Yetdraw no shapes of Armour there , No Cask , nor Shield nor Sword , nor Spear . Nor Wars of Thebes ▪ nor Wars of Troy , Nor any other Martial Toy , For what do I vain Armour prize , Who mind not such rough exercise , But gentler Sieges , softer Wars , Fights that cause no Wounds nor Scars . I 'll have no Battles on my Plate , Lest sight of them should brawls create , Lest that provoke to Quarrels too , Which Wine it self enough can do Draw me no Constellation●… there , No Ram , nor Bull , nor Dog , nor Bear , Nor any of that monstrous Fry , Of Animals which stock the Sky . For what are Stars to my design , Stars , which I when Drunk out shine Outshone by every drop of Wine . I lack no Pole star on the Brink , To guide in the wide Sea of Drink . But would for ever there be tost , Wish no Haven , seek no Coast. Yet gentle Artist , if thou 'lt try Thy Skil , then draw me , ( let me see ) Draw me first a spreading Vine , Make it's Arms the Bowl entwine . With kind Embraces such as I , Twist about my loving She. Let its Bows o're-spread above Scenes of Drinking , Scenes of Love. Draw next the Patron of the Tree , Draw Bacchus and soft Cupid by , Draw them both in Toping shapes , Their Temples crown'd with cluster'd Grapes . Make them lean against the Cup , As t were to keep their Figures up . And when their reeling Forms I view , I 'll think them Drunk , and be so too . The Gods shall my Examples be , The Gods thus Drunk in Effigy . Another . HEre Artist all thy Skill impart , With Richest Metal , Richer Art , Make me a Bowl brighter far , Then Heav'ns Cup gilt with many a Star , That Cup to which we 'll nothing owe , T is This shall influence us below . In various Colours , various dress , Here thy rich Workmanship express . First let the flowrie Spring appear , The Drinking Season of the year . When every verdant Rose Tree still Of dewie-Nectar drinks it's fill . And when 't has long carousing stood , Breaks out into many a Bud. Buds , which once op'd , will blush to be The Effects of Insobriety . Then let these Infant Roses shine , As if they borrow'd from the Wine A Drunken redness , thus to be The Emblems of good Company . And to make up the tempting show Let Wine in Streams seem to flow . And in feign'd Riv'lets rowl along , Enough to Fuddle Lookers on . But prithee Artist , above all Draw no Aegyptian Festival . Make no Deaths-heads the Living fright , Or check their Mirth , curb their delight , But rather let young Bacchus here In all his stagg'ring shapes appear . Draw Venus with hands lifted up As 't were to Minister the Cup. With all her She adorers too , Where each shall Hebe's office do . Then draw the lovely amorous Boy , But make him lay his Arrows by . He 'll here no Bow , no Arrows want Whilst Wine it self's Praedominant . Next spread around the Mantling Vine , And let it the rich Bowl entwine With cluster'd Grapes , such as may Call the Birds once more away , Flattring 'em with a painted Prey . And underneath the pleasant shade , ( If any by this Tree is made ) Make all the smiling Graces play , Melting their softer hours away . Let 'em inspir'd nimbly move , Some with Wine , some with Love. Draw last of all good Company , Such as may Phaebus place supply . Phaebus who though he above shines bright , Seemingly drunk with reeling light , Should he but our Revels know , Would rather choose his Heav'n below . Would rather chuse to light us here And make the circling Bowl his Sphere . Would rather have , when day is done , Our Wine , his Western Ocean . XVII . Drinking . THe thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain , And drinks , and gapes for Drink again . The Plants suck in the Earth and are With constant drinking fresh and fair . The Sea it self , which one would think Should have but little need of Drink Drinks ten thousand Rivers up , So fill'd that they o'reflow the Cup. The busie Sun ( and one should guess By 's drunken fiery face no less ) Drinks up the Sea , and when h 'as done , The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun , They drink and dance by their own light . They drink and revel all the night , Nothing in Natures's sober found , But an Eternal Health goes round . Fill up the Bowl then , fill it high , Fill all the Glasses there , for why Should every Creature drink but I , Why , Men of Morals , tell me why ? XVIII . The●…ish ●…ish to his Mistress . I 'Me told how Bodies change their State By the shuffling hand of Fate ; Which when once dispos'd to play Does some strangely convey And steal 'em from Themselves away . Here it leaves one , when life is gone , In wondring postures made a Stone . Another there stands doubting yet Whether to trust her Wings or Feet , Amidst these Scenes of Changes now Should the Gods my wish allow , Thy happy Looking-glass I 'de be , That thou might'st always gaze on me , Where thou might'st spy , ( was my Breast clear ) Thy self , thy very self is there . I 'de wish my Thread of Life were spun Into t●…y rich and precious Gown . That I might to Embraces hast , And clasp my Love about the wast . Or let me in pure Riv'lets flow , Which when thou bath'st will brighter show . Or let me in sweet Essence dy , And here exhale my O'drous breath Whilst I thy limbs perfuming lye , Who could wish a sweeter death ? Or let the Heav'ns to exceed my wish And urge it on to greater bliss , Make me your Necklacé , Shape , or Shoe , Nay any thing that belongs to you . XIX . Heat . FIll , kind Misses , fill the Bowl , And let the Wine refresh my Soul. For now the thirsty heat of day Has almost drunk my Life away ; VVhole flouds of sweat will scarce fuffice , It drinks , and still new flouds arise : It drinks , till I my self grow dry , And can no longer flouds supp●…y . Now then my Heat , releive , And now your Cooling Garlands weave , Cooling Garlands , such as may Invite refreshing VVinds to play , And chase the Tyrant Heat away . But this I doe perhaps you le guess Because I mean to Love you less ; Or do 't because I 'de hence remove All the flames and heat of Love. Foolish Girls , perhaps you know This to the Body good may doe ; But Love can no abatement find , Love 's the High-Feaver of the Mind . XX. Solitude . GRant me ye Gods the Life I love , And lend to me a shady Grove : There let the Trees Verdant Hair Sport with each kind blast of air . Let Birds the Choristers of the wood Sing all that 's pleasant , all that 's good . Make some liquid silver stream In soft whisperings court the Plain . And let me here Flowers behold Fringing its banks with native Gold. Then tell ye Gods , tell if ye can VVhat Prince , what great unhappy man VVould not thus a Cell prefer , And chuse to live an Hermit here . XXI . Gold. IF all the sorcerie of Gold , That which can all things els●… wi●…hold , Could but prorogue the fatal day , Or cou●…t one fleeting minutes stay ▪ No doubt I should a Miser be , And hugg the Ore as much as he . Nor should I count it then amiss That this his Life , this his all is . But since there 's nought , early or late Can brib●… inexorable Fate , Since all must go one common way , The ri●…hest and the poorest Clay . Why does the Mi●…d up store , Why does he drudg for useless Ore ? T is all at best a gilt deceit , All but a pleasant life's worst cheat . Then since t is so , I 'll pleasures take , And of my time the best I 'll make . Smiling Mirth , gay Jollitry Shall treat each hour that passes by : Nay I will Love , and then each day Even Time it self will wish to stay ▪ Thus my short life shall pleasant be , Thus I shall longer live then he . XXII . Life . NAture sent us all abroad , Directing us a narrow Road ; The slippry Road of Life , which men Once pass , and nere begin ag'en . O ▪ re Hedge and Ditch Hope leads e'm on , And talks of pleasant Fields to come , But see th' inchanted grounds are gone . How many years I 've passed ore T is known , but what remaineth more , Or when Death takes the Trav'lers in , T is hidden , sacred , and u●…een : Well then since all things doubtful are And there are Gods we know not where , Fill up the Bowl we 'll dance and sing Till Nature does true knowledg bring . And thus , my Friends we'll joys receive , And thus we 'll ●…nd the way to live . XXIII . The careless Companion . WHilst the Cup walks nimbly round , All my Cares in that lye drown'd . I banish Business to the great , Business the great man's Favourite . Business shall now no more molest The even temper of my Breast : For since my Age does downwards bend , Why should I hasten to my end , Why should I thinking on my Fate , Thus my Sorrows Antedate ? Fill then my Boy , come fill it up . I 'll bury all cares in this Cup. For whilst the Cup walks nimbly round , All my Cares in that lye drown'd . Another . WHilst I carouse , all my cares sink Into the vast Sea of Drink ; Methinks I Craesus then despise , With all his useless Treasuries , Richer far in that bright Coin , That sparkles in each Glass of Wine ; And what I like better still , All that Gold is potable . T is that has rais'd a precious thought , And me to fansied Riches brought ; To me thus rich , all things below Do but meer empty Trifles show . With Garlands deck'd I roar , and sing , Greater ▪ than the greatest King. Methinks I laugh at Honour ▪ s cheat That so imposes on the Great . I laugh at all the small renown , That dimly glimmers on a Crown . Let others now to Wars repair , And seek for flutt'ring Honour there . Charge me a Cup Boy , prime it well , T is this shall all my Foes repell : Charge all the Goblets there , for wh●… Death stealing on methinks I spy ; But I 'll forestall his great design And be dead drunk before with Wine . XXIV . In the Praise of Bacchus . WHilst Bacchus Temple in my Breast By the Mighty God's possest , That God who first from Lightning came , Now brisk and active as the same , He does with Mirth my Mind inspire And tunes my Heart just to his Choir . My chearful Pulse beat more strong , My Bloud in Numbers skips along . Drunk thus methinks I 'me in a Trance , And all my body 's but one Dance . Methinks I hear Venus rehearse Some charming Song , some dancing Verse . That kindly moves ( methinks I see ) My trembling Nerv's by Sympathy . Which dance afresh , by Wine and Love , Thus I like a Machin move . Now let the Learn'd say what they can , Musick is the Soul of Man. XXV . His Mistresses Picture . DRaw , some Apelles , Draw me here Her who is the onely fair . She 's fled ; but in my breast I find She has left her self behind . Thy Colours then make ready all , And copie thus the Original . First draw her Hair black as the Night , In which all Lovers take delight . And if the Wax will Odours bear Perfumes , that owe more sweets to her , Draw her High Forehead ( let me see ) Whiter then whitest Ivory . Then paint each brown declining Brow , That serve so oft for Cupids Bow : Who when with killing strives to please , Will onely then make use of these . ●…ut lest these comely loving pair Of Arches , meet into one Fair : At a small distance let 'em show , They wou'd be one , and are scarce two : Below these if thou canst display , Of her two Eys the double day , Where dazling Lightning seems to play . Like Lightning they glide through the Skin , And wound the Heart that 's lodg'd within . But to add all their Graces too , Let 'em like Pallas's be Blew , Which more than ere her Gorgon slew , Let 'em such charming glances dart , As Venus when she wounds a Heart . This being done : her Cheeks next view , Where ( if you 'd imitate the true ) Steal Blushes from the Rosie Morn , ( Such even such her Cheeks adorn ) And mingle with the streaming light , That paints the Milkie way so white . Mean while her cherry Lips don't miss , That tempt our tasting in a Kiss ; Lips that like Suada's still dispence , The sweet Conserv's of Eloquence . Her Chin and Neck in white array , Where all the Graces dance and play . And last of all let her be , Veil'd in a Dress as gay as she ; But let that Little part be bare , That where all Woman does appear : Now the Draught finish'd ; now I find She 's drawn so lively to my Mind ▪ That what she wo'nt , ( le●…t my heart break , ) The Picture 's self , I think , will speak . XXVI . Bathyllus . IF Painter thou true Life can'st draw , Now , now , my fair Bathyllus shew . On 's Hair a charming blackness lyes , And even thence a light does rise . Make wandring little Curls to dance In a well ordered Negligence . His High Forehead bright as the Morn Black , narrow , Eye-brows do adorn . Through which , as from a Bow that 's bent ▪ Sha●…p Arrows from his Eyes are sent . To my Heart let them a passage bore , And make me love him more . Make fierce , black eyes , that Thousands slew , Yet make 'em kind and courteous too . This Angry part by Mars was sent , This Mildness here by Venus lent . That down th' Admirer drives , And this the Criminal forgives . His Cheeks with Youth and Blushes drest , By fairest Apples are exprest . Let modesty o're all command , Else the piece will blush to mend your hand . His Red , plump Lips and little Mouth Will puzzle and torment us both . Pretty , Delicious , — oh they 've outgone All Art , and all Description But let sweet smiles around 'em play , And there becoming moistures lay , To them let Eloquence be joyn ▪ d , As if for Rhetorick design'd . They must at least a Motion make , And even Silence seem to speak . Like that of the Spheres let it be , A sweet but unheard Harmony . And in this charming Face , let all Be stately and Majestical . Ore's slender , Ivory Neck I 'll pass , And with more joy do downwards hast . His Breast is full in every part , For it contains Anacreon's Heart . Smooth are his hands , both long and White , Which Kisses must from all invite . Here through blew veins pure bloud does glide ▪ Here on it of 't the Soul does ride . To this fair place orejoy'd it runs , Long stays it makes , and quick returns . His large , big Belly all approve ▪ T is in Drunk'ness graceful and in Love. His Thighs to Marble I 'de compare , But that they soft and tender are Loose quivering flesh in Whiteness lies , And stiff cold Age with fire supplies . Let there be now a thin slight shade , Or Anything or Nothing made . An inward tickling onely draw , And Love 's fi●…st pleasant Itchings shew , Even now let flowing Nature try To pass the bounds of Chastity . But see your Art is too unkind , It does not show the Charms behind Charms , that seem now lovelier far , ●…cause they hidden are . On him I will not Feet bestow . For lovèrs never look so low . I onely this of you shall claim , That you 'd the piece Apollo name . And if you e're Apollo see , Call 't Bathyllus in Effigy : For Both are Gods , both lov'd by me . XXVII . The Captive . IN Chains of Flowers made The Muses Love did lead . Intreating Beauty that she 'de take The Prisoner which she first did make . Though Venus su'd for Liberty , And wish'd that he might all obey , Admire sometimes Deformity . For that of Pride had store , And Aegypt Monsters did adore Fancy made wrinkled faces fair , And Hills and Dales fine Prospects are . But though to Love enlargment's brought , Dear Captivity he sought . All salvage Wildness nobly scorn'd , And to Beauty , Beauty he return'd . XXVIII . The Jolly Drunkard . STand of , my Thirst can never cease , I 'll drink it all , though Bottomless . Heav'n shan't show the Soul , nor Hell That me in Madness dares excel . Two Graecian Sparks t is true Their ill natur'd Mothers slew , Then stark and raving mad did run , Because the brave exploit was gone And never could again be done . But I that am contented well With harmless drink and Whoring still , That ne're an angry Rival kill'd , Nor prying Cuckolds bloud e're spill'd , I that in Claret do delight , And drink such bloud with appetite , Beyond an Extasie can fly , And stare and rave more decently . Let Heav'n then show the Soul , or Hell That me in Madness dares excel . A Lovely sight it was , When Ajax through the Troops did pass , Through Hills of Wool fierce Anger shot , And in the Sheep his Graecians sought . O're Northern Alps he seem'd to fly , And through the Snow to cut his way . Of , heavy senses he complains , And throws down th' useless weight of Brains . Stout Hercules did mount with pride , And in his Rage was Deify'd . He strait shook of the fleshly load , He first grew mad and then a God. See then after this draught of Wine , His Star I 'll strait outshine ; A Nature I will have like his , And thus an Apotheosis . Here , here Perfection is exprest , Madness with new madness is possest . Let Heav'n then show the Soul or Hell , That dares in Madness me excel . XXIX . The Account . WHen all the Stars are by thee told , ( Those endless sums of heav'nly Gold Or when the Hairs are reckon d all , From fickly Autums head that fall . Or when the drops that make the Sea , Whilst all her Sands thy Counters be , Thou then , and thou alone must prove Th' Arithmetician of my Love. An Hundred Loves at Athens score , At Corinth write an Hundred more . Fair Corinth does such Beauties bear , So few is an escaping there . Write then at Chios Seventy three , Write me at Lesbos ( let me see ) Write me at Lesbos Ninety down , Full Ninety Loves and half a one . And next to these let me present The fair Jonian Regiment , And next the Carian Company Five hundred both Effectively . Three Hundred more at Rhodes and Crete Three Hundred 't is I 'me sure complete . For Arms at Crete each Face does bear ▪ And every Ey 's an Archer there . Go on , this stop why dost thou make . Thou think'st perhaps that I mistake , Seems this to thee to great a Summ , Why many Thousands are to come . The mighty Xerxes could not boast Such different Nations in his Host. On , for my love ( if thou be'st weary ) Must find some better Secretary . I have not yet my Persian told Nor yet my Syrian Loves enroll'd , Nor Indian nor Arabian Nor Cyprian Loves nor African , Nor Scythian nor Italian flames , There 's a whole Map behind of Names . Of gentle Loves in the temperate Zone , And cold one 's in the Frigid one . Cold frozen Loves , with which I pine And parched Loves beneath the Line . XXX . The Swallow . BEloved Bird , who as you fly Our Spring bring up , or lead away : Whom Swains that doubt if Winter 's done Trust rather then the Sun ; That in the Summer build'st thy Nest , And many Thou's are strait encreas't ; That when ill — natur'd Colds appear , Do'st from the stormy World retire , And then with pleasant Sleep opprest , I ong with thy Sons and Daughters rest : See , how unreasonable is Love , That from my Heart will never move , That every Minute builds , With Love and every corner fills . That Heats or Colds will nere refuse , Heats or Colds new Births produce . The young Ones here unfeather'd lye , And wish for Cupid Wings to fly . Some in the Egg unformed lay , Their own warmth to Life works out away . Half hatched are some , and do receive But half a Soul , are half alive . All gape for Food , and All The Mother Love with chirpings call . His tuneless Notes each one does try , And All within is Harmony . Bred up , they strait together meet , And each Ten Thousand does beget . In short so many Loves do rest , Within my sad tormented Breast , By one Tongue they can't be all exprest . XXXI . To his Young Mistriss . BEcause Forsooth you'r young and ●…air , And fresher then the Rose appear , Gray Hairs you treat with scornful Eye , And leave me most unmannerly . Sweet-heart , these Ashes do contain Embers , that strive to flame again . And Aetna that on 's Top has Snow , Feels warmth and fire below . With Roses whitehair'd Lillies shine , And in a Garland joyn , They lock't in close embraces lye , And kiss and hugg most decently . XXXII . Upon Europa . THis Bull , my Boy ▪ sure is some ●…e , Who in disguise is making Love. Methinks through his guilt Horns I spy , The brightness of the Deity . His Front does no curl ▪ d fierceness wear , All Heav'n does in his Looks appear , His very Looks speak him a God , Who now has left the blest abode . Nay whence I more of credit take , Europa's mounted on his back . Europa who outshines by far All his beauteous Harlot's there , Though each Harlot's made a Star. Methinks I see him now convey The Nymph , through the wondring Sea , Whose Chystal Waves swell here and there , Seemingly proud of what they bear . He now like Oars his feet does ply , And rowes through the watry Sky , T is Jov●… I mean , for sure no Beast Half so happy , half so blest , Wafted a Virgin ore the Seas , And left his Lowing Mistresses . Nay none of all the Gods above ▪ But he , nor he were 't not for Love. XXXIII . The Vain Advice . TAlk not to me of Schoolmens Rules , Those Antiquated , pious Fools , Who gravely preach of this or that , Of the Stoicks Chain of Fate . I hate each sober , groveling thought , That 's from their musty Morals brought . To those whom vice and youthful rage , Has turn'd ore to decrepit Age , Perhaps this Talk may Rhetorick be , But prithee Fool what i' st to me ! Drinking my sole Precept is , And my Life is link'd to this . Then teach how I may Drunk commence , Above the low Intreagues of Sense . Or to raise the Frensie high , Bless it with Loves Debauchery . For since my Head can nothing show , But aged Frosts or Winter Snow , Since Life may'nt till to Morrow stay , Give me the man that lives to day . Then fill the Glass Boy , fill the Cup I 'le squeeze it to the last drop . Do'nt this attendance grudging give , To the small remainds I have to live . I now have but short time to crave ; All lye silent in the Grave . XXXIV . The Spring . SEe how Nature 's self a●…gay Ushers in the Springs new Day . At whose approach , the Graces wear Fresh honours on their flowing Hair , With Roses deckt , whose Leaves infold Smiling Crowns of studded Gold. Nothing now does Mirth annoy , Nothing stops the coming Joy ; The busie Winds that us'd to stit The Waves , and raise a watry War ; Unwillingly to Rocks repair , And wast themselves in murmers there . The rugged'st Sea it self awhile Smooths it's rough looks , and seems to smile : See how the Ducks with wanton play ●…n their green Lakes sport all the day , The prudent Crane with full career Comes sailing through the floating Air. And with her wish'd return does bring Tidings of th' approaching Sp●…ing . The Sun now all ore Eye delights Himself , in Natures painted sights . His bounteous Rays lavishly guild The lowest Shrubs , the meanest Field : The sullen Clouds now post away , Nor interrupt the chearful day : Or what remain dissolve in Showers , And bless their fall upon the Flowers . T is now , the Country Farmers strive T' enjoy the Sun-shine of a life . Here one endeavouring , we see , With curious Art to prune the Tree ▪ Anothet there checks in time The wanton growth of the spreading Vine . T is now the Earth with Herbs is bless'd , And in it's rich green Mantles dress'd . The Olive now luxuriant grows , And all its verdant Riches shows : Now full blown Roses in their prime Embrace the Bowl that foams with Wine . See now some loaded Trees expressing Th' extravagant Springs over blessi●… Each Field , each Garden seems to call Nature profuse and Prodigal . XXXV . The Old Man. OLd as I am I can contain More Wine than a younger brain . An Hogshead for a Wand I wave , And in a newer fashion rave . I reel into a Dance , while there My drunken Hickups Musick are . I fight , twelve in a Hand begins The Battle , and Anacreon wins : More honour , more I do desire , Present again , and still give fire . Thus Sack , my Boy , will on us wait , And thus its Souldiers animate . I 'me Old t is true , but see How Active age can be , Silenus is a Drone to me . XXXVI . The Enjoyment : WHen the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth infuse ; With a rage , far beyond all That ere was term'd Poetical ; My new-rais'd Genius soars up high , And vents it self in Poetry . When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth Infuse : Wisdom that grave Impertinence , And all the busie thoughts of Sense , All the Distractions of Wit , I to the rough Winds commit . Winds that to Sea my troubles bear , And leave 'em to raise Tempests there . When the Vines pleasant Juice , Into my Mind does Mirth infuse ; Rapt in a Drunken Extasie Through perfum'd Air I seem to fly ; And by the Journeying of Thought Am to a strange pleasant Somewhere brought , When the Vines pleasant Juice , Into my Mind does mirth infuse , And when rich Garlands Crown my Hair , Gemm'd with Flowers here and there ; I lavishly begin to praise A Quiet Life's Golden days . When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does mirth infuse , When Essence round my head does flow , And I hugg a Mistress too ; Venus alone my Lyre does move , My Song is all employ'd on Love. When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse , And I drink a chearful Cup , Which Summons all my Spirits up ; How do the Jocund Girls enhance My joys , in a continued Dance . When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse , To Day is mine , I 'll live to day , T is what the Gods can't take away . To Day shan't pass away by stealth , To Day is all my ready wealth : For the Remainds of Lifes short date , Are all but in the gift of Fate . XXXVII . Cupid wounded . AS Cupid once with wanton play Amidst the Rose-trees sporting lay Nor did the Chymist Bee behold Extracting there his liquid Gold. The busie Animal by chance Stung him with his little Lance. Wounded thus , th' impatient Child Orecome by Passion strait grew wild ; He sighing strait fled through the Air , And scatter'd some vain murmers there . And when he came to the Paphian Court , Where 's Mother Venus did resort ; I 'me kill'd , I 'me kill'd faintly ( he cry'd ) ( And strait his Tears flow'd in a Tide ) Mother ( he cry'd ) I 'me now undone , See , see my life is almost gone . A small wing'd Serpent with his Dart Hath stung me to the very heart ; I know not well its name ( let 's see ) I think the Plowmen call 't a Bee. The Queen of Love reply'd , my Boy If such a Sting can Life destroy ; Think but what pain thy Arrows cause , And how thou doubly kill'st with those . XXXVIII . An Hymn to the God of Wine . LEt 's drink , let 's sing , but with design In Hymns to praise the God of Wine . The God , that seated in the head , First in Numbers taught us how to tread . That makes the unskilful sing , and be A Wit , and of 't good Company . The God , that always was design'd To be to Venus joyn'd . That heats us in our amorous fights , And whets our whoring appetites . Who swearing first did institute , And Drunkenness as his Attribute . The God that friends creates , And drowns all strife , and fierce debates . Here Sorrow knows not how to weep , And watchful Grief is rock't asleep . Wine like a Sea within him spreads , And like an Island stands his heart , Care the depth and danger dreads , And wisely backward does depart . Purge Sorrows then away ; you see , You see the Sov'reign remedy . Le ts laugh to day , for Life is blind And to Morrow may not find , Time's more unconstant then the Wind. Lead up a dance , and when you make A Step , then then a brimmer take : That pretty Toy a Girl seek out , With her frisk and sport about ; Sigh , smile , kiss , hug , then shew What well digested Wine can do . To those our cares we will dispense , Whom affliction teaches Sense . We more cheaply know , Drink , and sing , and reel abroad , For what else should we do , But praise the best the greatest God ? XXXIX . Of Himself . ORecharg'd with Wine a Dance I love , And that all things may move In different Figures , as of ●…ld , The first confused Atoms rowl'd . The Harp with Wine all over wet , Its Hearers must intoxicate ; But still the Ladies I would please , With Riddles , and Cross purposes . My Heart fierce Anger never tore , Kind Love had seiz'd it all before ; Scolding and Noise I always fly , Chief Enemies to good company . I hate all intestine Jarrs , All fierce unnatural Wars . Which rudely Pots , and Flagons raise , And onely in confusion cease . Of Heav'n a Handsome Girl I crave , Good Wine , and Musick ; then ( Life gone ) into her Lap my Grave I 'll fall the best of men . And there in peaceful softness lye , Melted with Love and Harmony . XL. The Grasshopper . HAppy Insect , what can be In happiness compar'd to Thee ? Fed with nourishment divine , The dewy Morning's gentle Wine ; Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant Cup does fill ; T is fill'd wherever thou doest tread , Nature self 's thy Ganymede . Thou dost drink , and dance , and fing ; Happier then the happiest King ! All the Fields which thou dost see , All the Plants belong to Thee , All that Summer Hours produce , Fertile made with early Juice . Man for Thee does Sow and Plow ; Farmer He and Landlord Thou ! Thou dost innocently joy , Nor does thy Luxury destroy . The Shepherd gladly heareth thee More Harmonious than He. Thee Countrey Hinds with gladness hear , Prophet of the ripened year ! Thee Phaebus loves and does inspire ; Phaebus is himself thy Sire . To thee of all thing ▪ upon Earth , Life is no longer then thy Mirth . Happy Insect , happy Thou , Dost nether Age nor Winter know . But when thou 'st drunk , and danc'd , and sung ▪ Thy fill , the flowry Leaves among , ( Voluptuous , and wise withal , Epicurean Animal ) Satiated with thy Summer feast , Thou retir'est to endless Rest , XLI . The Dream expounded . ONce in my Dream I seem'd to fly , From I know not what , I know not why ; Nor did the Heaviness of Sleep Constrain my fleeting Thoughts , or keep My Fancy back , but through the Air I seem'd to post with full career . The amorous Boy pursu'd me strait , Though hinder'd by unusual weight , He did his flight so contrive , He soon oretook the Fugitive . Now what I may deduce from hence , What Mystical , what hidden Sense Is couch'd in this , I know not well ; Yet this my Fancy seems to tell : That I , who admir'd every Face , Was taken with each little Grace ; With one , because Slender and Pretty , Another Fair , another Witty ; From all these potent Tyrants free , Must but by one now conquer'd be ; Nor is it strange , She 's All to me . XLII . Upon Cupid's Darts . AS Vulcan at his Anvile stood Forging Love's Darts , gentle and good , Of red-hot Steel ; which did retain Some Sparks , that use to burn again ; Venus in Hony dip't 'em all . And Love allay'd the Sweets with Gall. When furious Mars return'd from fight , Without the least glimm'ring of delight . No smiling Looks , no unusual Grace Disturb'd the Majesty of his face . In 's dreadful hand a Spear he bore The rougher Instrument of War. And laughing took up Love's light Dart ▪ ( But little thought it caus'd such smart ) This is , said h●… , a pret●…y Toy , A Play-thing fit for such a Boy ; Cupid at length made this reply , Sir , if you please , the lightness try ; With that he shot the new-made Arrow , Which pierc'd him to the Marrow , And wounded deep : Venus smil'd To see the God of War beguil'd . Who vainly pray d ; hence , hence remove The Dart , I feel enough of Love. No , no , Love cry'd your pain enjoy , You know my Arrow 's but a Toy . XLIII . Upon Gold. A mighty pain to Love it is , And 't is a pain that pain to miss But of all pains the greatest pain It is to Love , but love in vain . Vertue now , no●… noble Blood , Nor Wit by Love is understood , Gold alone does Passion move , Gold monoplizes Love. A Curse on her , and on the man , Who this Traffick first began . A Curse on him who found the Ore A Curse on him who digg'd the store . A Curse on him who did resine it , A Curse on him who first did coyn it . A Curse , all Curses else above , On him who us'd it first in Love. Gold begets in Brethren hate , Gold in Families debate : Gold does Friendship separate , Gold does Civil Wars create , These the smallest harms of it , Gold , alas does Love beget . XLIV . Pleasant Old Age. I Love the man , whom froward Age Can in its Quarrels nere engage . Who as merrily to his Evening's come , As if Life's short Day●…ere ●…ere but begun . I love the Young Gallant , who knows What to his early years he owes . Who frequents Balls , and strives t' outdo , What th' height of Na●…re prompts him to . T is this , t is this pleases the man , Who has almost ou●…v'd his span . Who in a Dance is often old , And by 's gray Hairs he now grows old . He now grows Old ; but when all 's done His Mind is ever , ever Young. And what his Body can't do then . His youthful thoughts act o're ag'en . XLV . The Drunkard's delight . GIve me Homer's tuneful Lyre , Let its sound my breast inspire With no troublesome delight , Of the Trojans well sung Fight . I et it play no Conquests here , But it s own Conquests or'e the Ear. This I 'll strike , on this I 'll play , And in soft Musick spend the day . Bring the Cups , where we receive What Laws the awful mark does give . I 'll fill 'em fair , I 'll drink 'em all , Till I grow mad , and Whymsical ; Till Nothing 's sober in me found , But I stagg'ring dance around . My Joyful Harp , in Complaisance , With trembling Strings shall sing and dance . Then some new Rant I 'll sing ; and cry Defiance to Sobriety . XLVI . The Effects of Wine . THe Youth who nobly stands his ground , Who never baulks A Brimmer round . Who in Dancing does delight , Is Bacchus only Favourite . Patron of each brave design , Who giv's us Philtres in our Wine , Who makes us loue in spight of Fate , And doubly burn with Wine and that ; Wine that to the Grape Tree ows Its Purple Streams with which it flows ; Wine that keeps its Patients free , From each daring Maladie . Wine is our Doctor all the year , We no assaults of Sickness●…ear ●…ear ; But wisely rave with decent rage , Free from the Disease of Age , Free from Diseases of the Mind , Till another year grows kind , And brings again our health , new Wine . XLVII . Advice to a Painter . PRi●…hee , Painter , do but hear , How my Lyre courts thine Ear ; How it does all it Charms employ , And ravishes with speaking Joy ! Let the Bacchae their Pipes blow , Which to hoarse Air their Musick owe. Sweeter Accents far rebound From the Harps smooth tongue'd sound . Therefore add to my delight , And draw some pleasant curious sight ; Ore some Countrey , ore some Isle , I et simpring Colours cast a smile ; Let thy Pencil now outdo What Peace in all its charms can shew , ( And if the Wax be'nt too unkind But proves prop●…ious to my mind ) Let some Love-Intreagues appear And be the onely Varnish here . XLVIII . Venus Engrav'd on a Dish . SEe by some hand Industrious grown , By some ventrous Art is shown , In a Dish the Ocean ! Whose Margin counterfeits a Shore , The well-wrought Sea seems to roar ; So much the Waters seem to flow , You 'd think the Metal running too ; Amidst these Waves I Venus spy , Some Artist's Fancy mounted high , Stole the Idea from the Sky . From whence he drew her Limbs so bright , Clad but in thin wrought Rays of Light ; She with unwieldy joy does pleas●… In her killing Nakedness . Nor do the happier Waves conceal But what 't were impious to reveal ; And but with prudent Secresie Prevent th' Adul'try of the Eye . See how she treads the marbl'd way ! And darts around a glorious day , Like Nymphs that o're the Ocean play . And when she wantons in the Seas , And rows ore Chrystal Palaces ; The smitten Waves rowl along . ( Happy 's the Foremost in the throng ) With eager joy , meaning no harm They allmost crowd into a Storm . And about her Rosie Wast Their curl'd embraces cast . Whilst she her various Colours strows , And Paints the Path where e're she rows ; Such colonrs white-fac'd Lillies spread Mixt with the Carnation's red ; Such Venus is all-ore . But see How the bended Dolphins play ! How they dance along the Tide , On whom the little Cupids ride ; And in their dimpl'd looks express Their mutual Happiness : The little Fishes with quick glance Show their guilt Coats , they skip , and dance ; Thus they speak joy for want of tongue , Nature in vain has made 'em dumb ; Venus smiles too , and does appear So Nat'ral , as if born ev'n here . XLIX . The Grapes : TO us the Vine its store does give , And we with eagerness receive ▪ Young Men and Maids together come And bring the weighty Treasures home ; Whole Vineyards in one Vessel lay , And true Wine from th' Trees is born away , But if we owe a Birth to Art , And Midwife force must Act a part , A Secresy the deed requires , And every Virgin strait retires . For Men alone the Grapes do tread , And Wine 's by skilful Drunkards made ; To Song and Dance the God does yield , And all things are with Bacchus fill'd . With sparkling fires crown'd he stands , And all our Eyes commands ; On his Streams like a Sea-God lyes , That from the Deep did lately rise . Old men , as they walk along Do tast , and see , and strait grow young . Their Crutches gone , they dance , and play ; Whilst Age , and gray Hairs drop away . The Younger men look Red With thoughts of Wine , and Love ; which feed Upon each other , and do thrive With long Enjoyments kept alive . Under a Myrtle shade Or'ecome by sleep a Nymph is lay'd ; That nere a proffer'd bliss declin'd , In Dream , still thoughts to thoughts were kind . Thus all Women will , but few Dare act awake what then they 'd do . For now of fierce disdain , The affronted Youth does long complain , Is every Minute kill'd . Sees more than all , because conceal'd , And strongest struglings seem to yield But since all Courtship was in vain , He strove by Storm the Fort to gain , He plunder'd , ravisht , and lead on His force , and man'd the Garrison . He thanked the Grapes that courage sent , That made him bold and impudent . L. The Rose . NAked the Spring would seem , and bear , If Roses did not dress the year ; The Rose that to the Gods presents It self , sweeter then Frankincense . The Joy of man , who gently lay'd Upon a Rosie Bed ; That and the Graces round him move , And deck , and bless his hours of Love. The Rose , where none designs amiss , If he does that or Venus kiss . This Plant the Poets strive to praise , And would for this exchange their Bays . Through Files of Pikes and Bryars , we Push on our hands most willingly . But the Rose when gather'd wounds does heal And we then onely Roses feel . Insipid is our Mirth , and flat , If these our Wits do'nt animate ; At Bacchus feasts for dead though lain , With these refresh'd we drink again , All things are in perfection great , If they the Rose but imitate . The winged Morning climbs the Sky , And her Rosie-Fingers does display , Bright onely by a Simile . Each Nymph a strict Beholder seeks , Proud of this Colour in her Cheeks . Loves Rosie-Goddess he●…e does sit , More Lovely by that Epithet . In short a Med'cine t is , For all I●…ls and Sicknesses . He that its vertues understands , will beggar all Physitians ; Nay in the Grave 't will lay , A●…d keep hungry Time away : Perfume the Carkass , and preserve ; Whilst almost Death and Worms do starve . When Venus first from the Sea's Womb In Beauty cloath'd did come ; And watry Mountains stop'd to see The naked newborn Prodigy . When armed Pallas from the head Of teeming Jove was lead ; Then sprang the Rose , 't was then Our Goddess first did reign ; Strange and wonderful her birth Amaz'd her Mother Earth . Of this the Gods did first deb●…te , And in Heaven a Council sate . All did Nectar on a Bramble drop , And soon the Rose leapt up . It first on Bacchus smil'd , then strait Did it self to Bacchus dedicate . LI. Grown Young. WHen some brisk , and airy Scene , Does my Opticks entertain With frisking Lads who their lives sooth , And nobly spend th' ●…state of Youth ; The Wantons , Pimps for fond delight , Provoke my feeble sight , My sight ; which by some magick Art Scatters Youth thro' ev'ry part . My cripp●…'d feet in steps advance , And wonder why they dance . And whilst they in these sports engage , Forget the clumsiness of Age. Now th●…n , Cybelle , round my head Garlands of new-blown Roses spread ; In this Princely posture strait Let some Boy on me wait , Let him , to favour my design , Push it on with lively Wine ; Then let him stand amaz'd , to see How I young and active be ! How Jollily my Life does pass ! How I 'me disposed to take a Glass ; Dispos'd to break a youthful Jest , Dispos'd to frolick with the best . LII . The Mark. NOthing undistinguish'd lies , Or cheats the sight in false disguise ; A Mark is stamp'd on all , that we May in each a Dif●…rence see ; Th●…wandring Horse does keep A Superscription on the Hip : The P●…thian by his Turbant's known , A Lover by his Heart is shown ; Nor does the hidden Mark raise doubt , But oft in blushes Sallies out ; And oft the Flame that brands his Breast , Is by his Tell-tale Looks exprest . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A25322-e120 * Plat●… Lib. 3. de Rep. Page 400. * Aristot. de Ar●… po . cap. 22. A30759 ---- Hudibras, the second part Butler, Samuel, 1612-1680. 1663 Approx. 96 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 52 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2005-12 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2005-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2005-08 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-09 John Cords Sampled and proofread 2005-09 John Cords Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Hudibras . THE Second Part. The last Edition Corrected . LONDON , Printed in the Year , 1663. The first Canto . Argument . We sing no further o th' disputes 'Twixt Knight , and Squire , nor their confutes ; Nor how by Puissant trick , or Chance , From Chanted Castle they advance ; Since skill'd Magicians know is well How to undo , as make the s●ell : Nor yet of Talgol , Bruin , Orson , Whom Writers say was but a Whorson ; But Hudibras more strange adventures , That hitherto have hung on Tenters . The May-pole . IT happened at the time when Oysters 'Gan loose their Operative moystures , When Sol with heat did fill his Car , And that the Month did want an R. Which was before , or June , or July , When Country Placquets grow unruly : For , as the Wise say , in August If One won't do 't , another must . When Cherries hardly ripen'd , Nod , And Children for 'em venture Rod ; When Mother Nature doth disperse Her help to Man , ( that Vniverse ) When fresh blood empty veins supply , Which suffer'd by Phlebotomy ; That he who can the Hill get o're , In hope to live is , scarce before , When Midwife Flora's newly seen In Meadows gay , and Gardens green , The Pink , the Primrose , Tulip , - flower , ( Off-springs of a quondam showre , ) With Lilly , Violet , and Dazy , The Merry-milk pales deck , which praise I , When Barnes are freed from Mice and Rats , By Madam Owle , better then Cats ; When with a Garland to be Crown'd , The sweaty hoofs do teare the ground ; And Fidilero and Pipero In every Village peep , and peere ho ! When Mortals feed on Sage and Butter , Drink Whey by quarts to make 'em squtt , And for the Ladies of the season , Prepared are green Cheese and Peason , With Macquerels brought up in Shoals , Colon to fill of hungry soules ; And Silla-bub , with lip-lov'd Tanzy For Roger , is prepar'd by Nancy . When , as in Landskips we discover In every shade , a lolling Lover , With head on lap , of female wight , Hand underneath her garment white , And she turns up her womanhood , Whil'st Pego forrages for food ; And Surgeons put up in sheath Cleans'd syringes for fall of leaf : At the same time I must not vary , Jack , met with Gill , and Mat with Mary ; Which was soon after , ( as 't is said ) Mars had laid by his Tool , and Trade , And All was ready to bring in The Maid with dimpled Cheeks , and Chin : When that the people might be free T' enjoy their ( Juggl'd ) liberty , As then the Bells at Westminster Did clapper-claw the Countrys ear ; And ev'ry creeping thing on earth From Cricket did incline to mirth ; Nay , th' grand Hectorian-Olivero Left Ranting , and fell to Primero , A Game , he had long study'd , but As some do say , was hard put to 't , For others knew 't as well as he , And stickl'd for the Mastery , All Hectors of his only breeding , For they could pray , and lie exceeding . And such as now remain , do claim From those the vigour of that Name : And follow all their wayes of Plunder , Only to hear , they pray , is wonder ; But for their lying are expert , And swearing they have got by heart ; There let it lie , like fatal dagger In peaceful sheath , until they swagger . And now to what we were about , Which all this while we have left out . A jolly crew of Lads well fitted , And Buxome Lasses , Mother witty'd , Met on a day , no matter what , In the same month it was , that 's flat ; And that it might not loose its Name , They all prepared were for Game ; Which though the learned could not scan To be th' Isthmean , or Nemean , Yet it a title had , and good , For , Hocktide , may be understood ; And doth as cleer construction carry As Bess take Tom , and Joan take Harry ; Or Tom take Bess , and Harry Jone Leap over sword , and it is done ; So the Inducted Market place Clapt up at once , two Babes of Grace Which never Issue had , but what The Peacefull — Justice — Parson got , For they all Functions did supply , And into every hole could pry , Had an Instinctive Art to Strole If that the she-beast were with fole . Were the State Midwives , and could strain , More then could Doctor Chamberlain ; Though he could dip , and pray , and preach , And fiery-pated Squibb did teach , Until he grew as quaint as he In their Occult Idolatry . And 't may be now and then could bite The Buttock of a Prosolite . But what was this ? a Game at Whist , Unto our Plowden-Canonist , Bewitcht into a power , by some That ner'e lov'd Kent nor Christendome , And hating all things Orthodox Did send Religion to the Stocks . In Church refus'd to take the pains , But in the streets would ask the Banes , And Ceremonies , long'd allow'd , Laid by , when they grew Pint — proud , That Master Justice was declar'd The Viccar to Dog and Bitch-yard , Which brought in Tythes as fast as Hops , Cerberus must be fed with Sops ; And as the Ancients have defin'd , So these were duly paid , in kind . Without a Suit in the Exchequer , Complaining they to Noll were Debtor . They took a surer course and way , Peter knew how to make 'em pay , And thus these holy men of Orders Did ferk the fry of Sodome Borders : Though Tom want Tool , and Nell a Nose , Yet reconcil'd are in the Close . There let 'em stink , to sweeten ( then ) My lines , pray whistle to my Pen ; To minde me of the former matter , Though not Incongruent to the latter . Then first to shew you what they were That met , observe each Character , For , it is requisite we strow The way with flowers as they go : Bushero height the Twisters led , To whom he was both Cap , and Head , For Neatness he was held the best , Good reason , he could Trim the rest . And in his Calling was so rare , He fitted 'em unto a hair ; And er'e they for their Progress met Had given his Shirt the Somerset ; ( A Tumbling word , and used much By Men , Professors to be such : ) In all things he was Cap a pe , Only his Hose was out at knee , And doublet-elbow wanted clout , But there , you know , love will break out , And therefore time is vainly spent To patch up what must needs be rent : If any ding'd him on the lip , With that , quoth he , you may go snip : Of person he was sometime squat , With Ribbons Hat-ban-neding Hat , He had some judgment in the Gyttern , And Master was of Kitt and Cyttern ; Which Cythere sung to first , When she her God-babe Cupid nurst . To follow him did Shanco roame From ladies service newly come ; As finical for life as he , If that Comparisons may be ! Was drest with Muffe and Pantaloon , And in Pocketto silver Spoon , Which slept secure , till Cream and Cake Did waken it , for Masters sake : He was of person pleasing Tall , As streight as Wand , but slimm withall ; He walk'd as though he trod on Eggs ; And Cat-sticks were suppos'd his Legs : His body burthen'd was with points , Which ty'd together all his Joynts ; His eyes and legs kept time together , They danc'd , & mov'd you 'd wonder whither Such as ne're understood the firk Took him for piece of dutch Clockwork ; He was the least beholding to The flesh , of any man you know . Though he to it was mainly given , With him it ner'e made Reck'ning even ; Perhaps it may by some be thought He had as good return'd , as brought : But in that Sense there 's Nicity , Which in this must avoided be , Only it is confest he was His Ladies Limbeck ; his own Ass . In breech of him , Butlero came , With Caquo , eager for the Game . Butlero did in Napkin neat Bringsalt , and bread , and Coquo meat : The one Comptroller was o th' Bin , The other of the good Kitchin ; The only Over-ruling Pair That had to do below the stair : The one the merry Bottles brought , T'other with Limbs of Capons fraught . Which newly had ( without denial ) On Gridiron past the firy Tryal , The Parties equal-parted were , Each did of eithers office share , So Lawyers ner'e fall out for fee Among themselves , kame , kathee . Butlero may be thought of Kin To him that plaid o th' Vyolin , And famous was for Clownery , Which City-wits call Drollery : He could Arthur of Bradley do , The Country-man , and Courtier too , And had an insight in the City , Inspir'd by those that then were witty ; From whom the thrifty-Poet steals , To furnish Beardw — for his Meals . Ours plaid to what he could not sing . An Instrument without a string ; But let me not his judgement wrong , The Tool did carry with 't a Tongue ; And by the Hebrewes was allow'd , As well as Cymbal , or the Crowd ; And by Amphion play'd upon , If ever he did play on One : Now our Butlero in good Sooth Could play on two from hand to mouth : Coquo the Tongs could finger well , And had a Key for what I tell , Th' Invention was no easie Task , It took its birth from the Crand Mask : The Teacher had the happy fate To live in Street call'd Bishopsgate , And pity 't was ( he did so thrive ) He had not left his like alive . Thus they to please their Lasses do Bring hither Meat , and Musick too : These were the Heads , and now advances The Gathers , or th' appurtenances . The first with hand , or tongue could sway The pamper'd Jades of Asia , I mean not Tamberlaine's the Great , Nor he that fell out of his Seat , But Masters His , of better blood , That fed not upon others food . Sartoro brisk as body-lowse Forsook his Stall , annext to house , And though he was not worth a Dodkin , Wenches call'd him their standing-Bodkin . Trituratoro good at Flayl . As Orsin erst at Staffe and Tayl , His skill in that did keep him safe , He Could distinguish Corn from Chasse . Then Molindario furl'd up Sayl , The scornful Wind had turned Tayl , H' was held a Man of judgement strong , Or else his Neighbours did him wrong ; He could into a Mill-stone see , As far ( 't is said ) as any Hee . Lanio and Tergoneer ally'd , As Calf to Cow , or Skin to Hide , Were next enranck'd ; Pistoro stout As ever Crap-tree threw about , Not far behind ; his legs were small , But sure as Bandy at the Ball , The Ancient Poet Heywood draws From Ancestors of These his Laws Of Dramma , to fill up each Scean With Souldiers good , to please Plebe'ne , And in those famous Stories told The Grecian Warrs , and Beauchamps bold . At distance some , Thatchero came , Approved Martial to the Game , In one hand Dudgeon-knife he bore , The other Gantlet-Mittin wore , The Hyroglyphick of bad Musick Did follow him , which made me Spuesick ; Yet the belov'd malicious noyse Attracted had whole scores of Boyes Armed with Clubs and hideous sounds , As when they go to view the bounds Of Parish theirs , Or as I 've known The Pan-cake Prentices come down On Fritter-day , Vice to abollish , And Reverend-Matron-Baud demollish . Then with Majestick pace came on Cartero , like Diego-Don , Whistling forth Rhetorick to the Beast , his , Which drew , of this discourse , the Thesis , In Wagon , Anglice , Dung-Cart , Lay Pole so good , cut out by Art , And ornamented with no less Then Ribbons given by Doll , and Bess , And others of the Fairy-crew , Of Colours red , white , black , and blew , Yellow , cinnamon , and green , Here , and there , Nose-gay between , Likewise many a Wedding Garter , Tickling Lasses into laughter , For the Thing above the knee Seldome's seen , though felt it be : But no more of this , 't is fit That hereafter come not yet , On either side this early Tryumph Attended , Tony , Row-and Ry-Vmph-Sowgeldero Ratcatchero , Cum multiis aliis , saus fear ho ! Th' Lasses , like Dianae's Troopers , Came i th' Rear with Main and Cruppers : Meg , and Kate , and Doll , and Joan , Buxome Lasses every one ; With Peg , and Lett. and Luce , and Betty , For her face and foot call'd pretty ; Moll , and Sall , and Non , and Frank , Wenches free , and fat i th' flank : On Agnes Eve they 'd strictly fast , And dream of those had kist 'em last ; Or St. Quintins watch all Night , With Smock hung up , for Lovers sight : Some of the Lawndry were ( no flashing ) That would not give their heads for washing ; Others o th' Chamber , and the Dairy , All kept their Arms free from the Fairy : Thus they pass through Market-place , And to Town-green hye apace , Highly fam'd for Hooktide Games , Yclip'd Kingston super Thames , Where Sir Hudibras , invited To dinner was , but newly lighted : Quoth he to self , I had before A Stomack good , this stirs it more ; Had I best charge 'em before dinner ? No , quoth he , as I 'm a Sinner : Let 'em wait till I do come , Charity begins at home : Serve self first , the Commonweal May stay till I have made my Meal . And so he enters House , while Rout To set up May-pole went about . The Lasses too put helping hand To make the merry business stand . There let 'em rest a while , and now To Hudibras the great kill-Cow , Who having on the Creature fed , And drank for more then he had bled , He in a fury flung from Table , And bid his Man fetch Steed from Stable : Some business of the State , quoth he , Doth retrograde to Manners me : However Friend , and Cosen Narsey , For entertainment God-a-mercy - But er'e I go , a word or two With you Bro. Knight , and eke with you ; For pairs of Sirs , there were in sight , That had but little maw to fight ; Of Stomacks good , and had been able To serve King Arthur at his Table . One did Command the Cheshire Forces , And had a face as Round as Horses ; His teeth were grown the same length , And wanted nothing but in strength To passe for one , Beasts know not theirs , And he was robb'd of his by fears ; His Name did Rumble like to Thun-Der Der Guilielmo Knight Sir B — ●ton . The other was of last Edition , A Justice too upon Petition : He pretty well could understand The Penial Laws at second hand , For he a Clerk had that might pass For an Intelligible As , After Sir Hud . discovered had By Whispers Consequences bad , To Brother Knights ; they streight Array Themselves , and Horses , and away : Each trusty Twible ties to side , Fury Conducter was and Guide . They Course on with might and main . 'Till they came in sight of Train , Who had newly fixt their Pole , Which vext 'em to their very soul , Round about it some were frisking , Others on the Grass as brisking ; Most in Mirth , set hand to labour , Tongs , and Gridiron , Trump , and Tabor , Cytern , with a Voice as lewd , Rhimes too were but lately stewd In Brain-pan , and set to Tune The Cuckow rants in May and June , For Lovers sake : while thus they sport , Sir Hudibras does call a Court Consisting of three Knights , three Squires , That long before had left their Sirs , To seek Adventures , and attended The Sequel now , which is not ended . Quoth Hudibras , what 's best to do ? Six heads is better far then two . The Romans did more glory gain , By living Citizens , then slain , And brave Cyneus with a word Did Conquer more then Perhus Sword. Shall we with smooth Caresses go And soften flinty hearted foe ? Or if then bow , h 'ad rather break , Defie 'em , and not poorly sneak ? But try what fortune will allow To edge of Sword , and potent blow ; For Points in fights Knight-Errantry Were still rebated , that you 'l see In Writs of yore ; let rumours cease Dissention breeds , I 'm of the Peace Quoth Justice then , and of the Town , Else I 'd not value a crackt Crown More then pins head ; I think it meet VVith wisdoms lore the crew to greet ; The safer weapon of the two And will not make so much ado . Then quoth Sir Hudibras I le spare Your braines the labour to ensnare Their wits and wills , quoth then Sir Guill — VVere my Troop here I 'd not stand still , Courage quoth Hudibras , and now VVit shew thy self , or weapon , thou ; Then Cicero my tongue adapt Or strengthen arm thou mighty Capt — So on they jog , and with an eye VVell read in modern Policy The numerous crew they do behold VVith patience strong and courage bold . And soon Sir Hud . doth them accost But all in vain , his labours lost , He moves to them with sober speech , And strokes his beard while they turn breech ; Quoth he , you Males , for to the Shee s , I 'le offer nothing shall displease , How durst you set up ( Sans advice ) A May-pole of ungodly size For height it may amaze the people , And streighter is then Grantham Steeple ; Which States-men do conclude upon Might ferk the whore of Babylon ; Have you to scoure a scurvy Cliffe Brought Gyants Tool from Teneriffe Ossa or Pelion ? No , quoth Tergo , 'T is for the Sisters , Ruth and Pergo , And such as follow Conventicle , No Brother has a Tool so mickle ; Monstra morendum quoth Sir Hud — What are you men of flesh , or Wood ? Will you in spight of Ordinance , A whorish Stallion thus advance ? Where are you Scences , pray look to 't ; Have we not struck at Branch and Root ? And ta'ne the Smock from off the Whore , Yet will you aggravate us more ? Quoth Lanio , hence thou Weasel , Rat , That scarce dar'st look in face a Cat ; Who sent for thee ? what mak'st thou here ? And these thy Chitterlings so neer ? Whence com'st thou , from what nasty Sinck Didst thou creep forth , to prate and stink ? Depart in peace , or by this Truncheon , Thy Beastly back I 'le raise a Bunch on , Bigger then that thou bear'st , ner'e grudge it , 'T shall taken be for Tinkers Budget , Can Nature Monsters such afford , That will not hear from Man a word ? Quoth Hudibras , more deaf then Adder To common Sense , to make me madder ? And in the face of Justice too ! Sword keep to me , as I 'le to you . Quoth then Sir Jus. my Brothers both , To agravate the Case I 'm loth , Because these all my Neighbours are , And you my worthy friends , and dear ; An even hand I mean to carry , In weighty matters must be wary . He spit , and then he spake quoth he , My Friends , as many as there be , I hope it is no bad advice , To bid all be merry and wise ; I need no farther learning borrow , Then sawcy mirth will bring on sorrow : And though for number we seem fools , 'T is dangerous medling with edge tools : And here are mighty Men and strong , Whose Acts are in the Army sung . Root up your Pole , remove it hence , And let your own homes be your fence . For I 'm impowred by Commission , To force you from this lewd Condition . Quoth Shanco ( quaintly ) Mr. Justice , Upon our Strength , not you , our Trust is , With Wit , or Weapon , choose you whether , Or one , or both , or altogether ; We are resolv'd , and so have at ye , if words won't do 't , by Jove wee 'l pat ye . I am the Lasses Champion , then Be safe , and get you back agen . VVell said Coze Shanco , quoth Tonsore , I 'le second thee upon that score . Awake , quoth Hudibras , thou Fox : Hold , quoth Sir Guill . I hate these Knocks : The People will be mollifi'd If that the Lord be on our side . Scarce had he spoke , er'e Stratagem ( By Shanco laid ) surrounded them , But by stout Molindario led , Whose very looks did speak'em dead . VVhat mean you then , quoth Hudibras ? Fie on 't , this 't is to he an Ass , And leave my instruments of danger At six and sevens , Rack and Manger : But Tom , ( speaking to doughty Squire ) This is thy fault , or I 'm a lyer . Now Valour must be brought on knees To Rascal Rout , and their Pedees . Down with that Maggot quoth the Boyes : Children to School , and leave your noyse . Quoth Justice good , how comes it thus you hem us in , may'nt we untruss ? My little body can't contain , Quoth Hudibras , my Spirit main , I 'le run the hazard : knock him down Cries one , as soon as said 't is done . Sir Guill ▪ did shew his Teeth , but durst Not bite , though he had Mastiffs nurst . The ground was burthen'd with the Groanes Of Knights , and Squires , these pitious ones ; And how to rid 'em thence was thought , Coltstaffes with quick dispatch were brought , On which they hoysted were , and so Convey'd to Town , who durst say no ? where they were met with mocks & laughter , Their Horses , as rank Beasts , sent after . The second Canto . Argument . The Knights retir'd their Case Condole , Big with Revenge as Mare with Fole , Consult the means , but can't agree , Part , and put up th' Indignity . Knights two , to wit Sir Hudibras , And Guill . leave Town and further pass , Their Squires attend ; Encounters meet In Journeys-Road , Yclipped street . Where on the next day kept was Fair , Then doth ensue what happen'd there . SIR Hudibras ( though fortune had With wry-mouth flouted him ) grew mad , And nothing else would serve his turn To quench the Rage in him did burn , But a full Goblet of French Wine Was dulcifi'd with Sugar fine ; VVhich having guzzell'd down Gullet , He thought no speech , and then he spet , The clear preserver of his wit , For that , being Salt did season it . Quoth he , I was a thirst indeed , Now Brothers , pray do you proceed : I 'm sure you shar'd in blows and beating , A Julip's good after a heating , He wipes , and then he fulminates , VVords that through Ear late penetrates , Shall we , quoth he , sit down with loss , And faintly go by weeping Cross ? Shall we with Patience take their frumps , And Heads revengeless go for bumps ? Given by the hand of reaking Foe , VVhat er'e you think , I think not so , Shall Triumph revel in their smiles , Our Courage pinion'd all the whiles ? Shall we besotted be with beating , And bury Honour by retreating ? Honour that 's not so cheaply bought As Eggs that to your Markets brought . But is the purchase of the daring , That will not of their blood be sparing Rally for shame then , let 'em know , We scorn to flinch for knock or two . And now ( good Omen ) I have got My Pistols , that I then had not , Which careless Squire did leave behind , I would he had been beaten blind . Quoth Justice , you want Charity , Bro. Knight , Sir Hud . assuredly , For true it is ( or else blame me ) When Men are blind they cannot see . Quoth Hudibras , is there no way To put a period to this day By Conquest ours ? where art thou Pate ? Or thus — or thus — no , now I have 't : To th' Parliament with speed I 'le send , Where I have got a special Friend . Hold , quoth Sir Guill . Bro. Hudibras , I have it here , and it shall pass ; Bring Ink and Paper , I 'le dispatch Letters to Nantwich , where my Match - Less Troop doth quarter ; come they hither ▪ They'd tear these Rogues ears , though of leather ▪ Quoth Hudibras , 't is trick of Clown , To take one up before he 's down ; Yours is the work of half a year , And my design does lie but here Astones throw off , but twenty mile , And may be done while one does pile A load of Wood. I think not so , Quoth Justice then , though much I know . Yes upon Motion of my Friend , Quoth Hudibras , I know they 'l send , Either a Company , or Troop , Shall make these stubborn Rascals stoop , But good Sir Bro. quoth Justice , Sir , What will their coming here infer ? 'T is true , that after Beef comes Musterd , When Belly 's full , then Bring in Custerd . In plain , the Proverb 's good I swear , They 'l come a day after the fair ; Or as ( of yore ) the learned Clerk it , Will come at th' end of a bad Market ; At end of Feast I cannot say ; But after fray I justly may . Then ( under favour ) Brother Knights , Your Reasons are not in the rights ; You from Nantwich do draw design , And you fetch yours beyond the Line , For here , or there , 't is call'd all one , The line of Communication . And the wise Parliament thought fit . We should be Neighbors to their Wit. Sir Guill . I cannot reach your sence , Nantwich is many miles from hence , And yours I 'm sure doth lye as far As Kingstone is from Westminster , You say they 'l come , I ask you when ? You say to Morrow , And what then ? I do Respond , before they come The foe is gone , each Wight's at home , So that your Councel is no more , " Then steed being stoln , shut Stable-dore . The Red-coats come , and simply see A goodly Field , and long Pole-tree : Perhaps they 'l reak revenge on Wood , But what will that do our Heads good ? That ake with blows , and our bones more , Will that be salve for every Sore ? Did Paracelsus ever make Plaisters of chips for Valours sake ? Or will ( by simpathy ) the blows And hacks on Pole be felt by Foes ? You may as well say , strike one Brother Here , and at York 't shalllite on t' other . I need not further wrack my Brains , ( And 't may be little thank for pains ) To bring Comparisons , save this Which was said of Diogenes , When he was told that one spoke ill Of him behind his back , It will , Quoth he , not hurt me if he do , When I 'm not present beat me too . So to as little purpose were These men thought on , should combat air , And like the King of France his Men , March up the Hill , and down agen . More I could say , but let it rest , The Birds at night will fly to Nest : What that infers your selves may judge , I have too long been Reasons Drudge . Quoth Hudibras , must we passe by So grand ad open Injury ? Render'd the scorn and sport of Clown ; And Table-talk for all the Town ? We that have seen Death in the Field , And made the surly Fellow yield ; We that through dangers mouth have met The Foe , and ner'e the worse sor't yet , I mean the common Enemy , The bold and daring Gavalry . We can't deny but the base Clubs Of this rude Rout have given us Rubs , Which will remain a day or two On sides , in Colours black and blew ; And ' gainst our wills are forc't to wear um , Those that did give 'um , Old Nick tear ' em . Can you , Sir Jus . so tamely take This Cudgel-Combat , and not make The very Basis of the Town To tremble at your awful frown ? Is Justice lame as well as blind , Crippl'd in power as well at Mind ▪ Can you send Begger to the Stocks , And have no punishment for knocks ? Knocks in a most Malign sence , That will admit of no Pretence ? Were you Commissionated Harry , Or are you Supernumerary , To wit , one that may be employ'd When others are with service cloy'd ? If you the thing it self assume , On your own strength you may presume , And by attractive vertue draw Obedience to you , Brat o th' Law : Pitchforks and Prongs will soon appear , When that Sir Justice is in fear . Oblige your Interest , Neighbours raise My honour , then wee 'l bear the Bayes : And that you may not want a Man Resolved , know I 'le head the Van , You and Sir Guill . bring up the Rear , I hope y' are not ill placed there . Sir Hud . and Bro. I must confess , Not willingly I 'de Aqui-ess , Quoth Justice , Sir , but as I pearch At Reason , and her Intrails search , I know there 's no good to be done , Either with Father , or with Son : The Case is alter'd now , quoth Ployden , Which is asserted by each Hayden : When danger did attend our Gates We did not fear to venture Pates , But now we have no Enemie , Unless among our selves they be , I pray , who do they then Impeach , If you into the sense will reach ? They plead to have their Sports restor'd , For which they had the Senates word , And trusted to 't as much , Jack saith , As Tom did to the Publique Faith. Now they instead of being protected In their old Pastimes , arc detected , Disturb'd , molested put in fear , Whith is a Sessions matter , hear Me Brother Knights , 't is contra pacem , Terrtorem too , if you will trace 'em , To wit , the Cynicks of the Law , Who in this Case will finde a flaw For Palm of fist , without good Friends , Or money , which makes all amends . But I digress ; of this no more , To what I should have said before My purpose is ; the promise , Root To all their hopes laid under foot ; By whom ? who did it violate ? One that 's a Servant to the State , Quoth pro and con ; that 's Justice I My Conscience speake it , which won't lye ; And so for service yours , unsought , I 'm into a Primunire brought . Excuse me Brother Knights , God knows I 'm well contented with my blows , If you be so , for said my Sire , The burnt Child ever dreds the fire , And I was but an Asse , some hint ; At first to have a finger in 't . Send Mittimus , then quoth Sir Guill . As I would do , had I my will. A Mittimus , quoth Justice then , For what , wherefore , for whom , and when ? Exponere . And who shall serve it ? Let such have beating that deserve it . The Constable , nor Tything-man Will do 't , if they avoid it can : Besides , did Justice er'e obtrude A Mittimus on Multitude And your own Eyes have seen that I , Who am above it they defie ; For all conclude , ( or else they 'r Fools ) The Workman's better then his , tools . In brief , ( for Brevity's the best To such will not here out the rest ) I 'm confident , and dare aver , Not one man on our side will stir . The remedy we have is this , Bought Wit is best ; Nor is it miss Applyed here , which bids be wary Of such who are Ubiquitary . Quoth Hudibras , why Brother Jus . I wonder you should Cackel thus : Has the Hen trod you ? Is your Comb Cut , and no Cock at dunghil-home ? Prevaricate , turn Cat in Pan , Be lesse then Beast , yet seem a Man. Do you wear Beard , and want a Face To add a Credit to your Place ? To ' much , the Proverb now should hit In you , to have more hair then wit : The Romans - shav'd themselves so clean , The face of Justice might be seen ; But you obscure it with a Grove , Where Maggots Nest in Neighbour-love : Or like the Creeping Syrian King , When he with Beasts went a Banquetting . What strange Coherence doth bewitch Your Worships Nose to Plow-mans breech ? I do request your learned Noddle , Tell me what 's that in Pan you coddle ; For Brains you have not ( I suppose ) Unless they drop out of your Nose . Are you a Magistrate perse , Or insufficientem te ! To which o th' Nounes do you incline ? Your Gender sure 's not Masculine : Rather the Doubtful , like long Megs , And scarce can stand on your own legs : The Sword on Shoulder was mis-laid , When kneel down Gent. rise Knight was said : And he that made thee Justice-dasher Did spoil ( Sir Reverence ) a good Thrasher . Nay , quoth Sir Guill . I promise you , Bro. Hud . somthing he said was true , And now for Councel well may pass , Though one would take him for an Ass , Not to run farther into th' Briers , Is all that his advice requires : And truly , unless we were stronger , I think 't not safe to stay here longer . Quoth then Sir Justice , 't is all one To me , to stay , or to be gone ; But I think packing is the best , For beating this , is but Earnest To after Payments that will follow , When as the Rout triumphs ; and hollow , If you at good , advice will rave , Abuse your Friends when none , you have ; Take Pepper in Nostrello when You want a Box to put it in I care not a Fleas-biting for All your great din , pudder , and stir ; And as a wiser then you all Did speak in house beyond the Hall , If without cause you angry be , Be pleas'd without a mends for me : And since all words are held but wind , Your Girdles buckle turnd behind : I 'le not be bug beard at the word Of Colonel Crump , or wise Sir Turd , l 've seen a Knight ere I saw you ; Quoth Hudibras , scarce one so true ; Mine's currant and of older stamp Then thine that is but lately vampt ; Mine will be lasting , thine decay , The more 's your shame , as I may say . Quoth Justice then , for one may see You 're Cobler but in Heraldry ; And if I don't mistake my Note , You basely have abas'd your Coat ; For he can be no Childe of Honour , That shall for favours spurn at th' Donor . As for my part ( though mine were latter ) I shall stick still to the first matter , I will obedient be to Powers That are above me , not to yours ; And in my Neighbours love will dy , I value not wherefore , nor why . Quoth Hudibras , to horse , a Curse Upon this Town , Malignants Nurse , And doth derive part of its name From whom ( at first ) Tyranny came . May darkness seize upon your dwellings , That have eclips'd my high Excellings ; May all your Wives be leapt by Clown , And your fine Bread be turn'd to Brown ; May all your cattel dye o th' Rot , And not a piece be had for Pot , Or Spit ; and may your Children mutter , When Kine want Milk , and they want Butter . Quoth Justice then , thou are no Christian , A Turk or Jew , or Tribe Philistian : Get to thy Crew , from hence for shame , Lest on thy back light all the blame , So part they did with Anger eager As frowns on Brows , and Visage meager : The Squires were call'd from Tipling-Cell , Not dreaming of what had befel ; Armed with Liquor Male they stride Their sturdy Steeds , and on they ride ; Leaving Sir Justice out of Peace , Fretting , and melting in 's own greace ; And unto Town , famous for Hogs , Butchers , and their like , Mastiff-dogs ; And for a Witch that once liv'd there , Not unlike Falstaffe in Shakespeare ; But more for fight , when Londoneers In Thames were dipt or'e head and ears , And some Limbless in Carts were sent , As Presents unto Parliament , Which made a foul House , and no doubt Was ill Resented when smelt out ; Thither they haste , but in their way , Latet in anguis ; some rubs lay . At distance mile from Town there stood An Amphitheatre of Wood , Back'd pretty strong , a Form or Bench , Where sat Sir Capon and his Wench ; A Plank for Stage some five yards high , ( With Curtain most conveniently . ) On which Sir Hud - whose eyes were walking Perceiv'd a fellow gape , or talking , Somtimes expanding arms , then clutch His fists , or point to thumb , as much , His head was in perpetual motion , His eyes the same , to put off lotion , And tongue he had more swift then Jack , Which alwaies ran knick knack , knick knack For through his teeth such jangling went , As one would think his jawes were wrent : Spectators many stood before , To see the Knacks he had in store , With Algate-ouths , Saracens Ear , They gape to taste , as mad to hear . On either side of Theater Were plac'd two Tubs of sturdy Beer , And Wenches that for Novelties , Sold Ginger-bread , and Pudding-pies , Which fodder was unto the Cattel , As when Train-band do enter battel : This made the Knights and Squires to pawse A while , and sift into the cause : What can this mean , quoth Hudibras To Knight Sir Guill . must we not pass ? Does Courage so adapt my blade , That Multitudes do Ambuscade ? Day thou art fatal , yet bright Honour Shall say I still will wait upon her ; Be bold , troop up , defie the Foe ; Hold , quoth Sir Guill . I say not so ; Observe you not yon' man of Zeal , A blest Tipe o th' Common-weal , With held up hands , and devout eyes , He doubtlesse is at Exercise , His Faculties in labour are , To feed the Soul even through the Ear , A work of Grace he is a doing , Then soberly let us be going , Curb in the Reins of wicked Horse , And pace like men that have remorse , For ah , alack no blows controul As words , that cudgel do the Soul , For they , like to Achillis Speare , Both wound and heal , or I 'm not here . So on they amble to the place , Where Monsieur spake with a boon grace ▪ Begar we kill you all , an den Presan make you alive agen ; Widis me do all de gran Cure , De Pock , de Scab , de Calenture ; Me make de Man strong , pour de wench . ( Then riseth Capon from the Bench ) Look you me now , do you no see Dead yesterday , now live day be , Four boon , dey leap , dey dance , dey sing , May foy , an do de toder ting : Begar good Medicine do all dis . Capon makes legs , and wench doth kiss , Take hands , and throw their legs about , Then Hudibras disturbs the Rout : Quoth he , what do you come to see , A Pandor shew his Harlotry ? Then forth of Holster doth he take His fatal Engine , to awake , His long slept anger ; mongst 'em then ( With Courage would serve twenty Men ) He rusheth , makes the Rabble fly ; Monsieur doth quarter , quarter cry ; And Capon ( but for wenches Teathers ) Had been hung up in his own Feathers : The Sutlers lay as they were dead , To see their Drink so murdered ; Hot Custard , piping-Pudding-pie , On Gods cold Earth at distance lie ; The Knights and Ladies sunder'd are , In Ginger-bread united were : But th' Squires did in Pocket to put Some puding-pies , as good for Gut. The Rout dispers'd , quoth Hudibras , Brother Sir Guil , and Squires , the face Of Fortune now is wheel'd about , She doth assist the bold and stout : I knew er'e ev'ning did close in We should be Conquerors , and win ; Perseverance doth make the Man Inclin'd to War a Champion ; Diffidence and distrust confound , And bury Honour under ground : To take one wound , and fear another , Makes Man but Valours bastard-brother ; In all brave fights with courage born , Ev'nings prove better then the Morn : In triumph Squires lead on to Town , We have recover'd our Renown . The Third Canto . Argument . The Victors all their Pris'ners carry Through Town to Castle , and there tarry , Which Pilgrims us'd in times of yore To call an Inn , and shew'd wherefore ; There they in Conucel sit , and do Examine Quack , Capono too , Nor doth the Wench escape their reach , They in her Coat do find a breach . But in the Close ( without controul ) The Prisoners passe on their Paroul . Then new Adventures they do seek , ' Mongst Butchers rude , and Puppets meek . UNhappy is the Wight that has To do with Mighty Hudibras , Whose Courage no rebating knows , For he drives on , and calls for blows , And like the daring Sithian Shepherd , Keeps sword from rust , till all are pepper'd , Or in the Sanguine Liquour stewd Issuing from Pagan Multitude , Though Fortune on his side may frown At first , at last her Pride comes down , Which he takes up , and swells bis Sails , With glorious Nihils , empty Gales : So have I known some Courtiers want Bread , more then ever did Pesant , Upon the turning of the wheel , Preferment made their Reason reel , And slight those from whom helps they had ; Success , and Money make Men mad ; Money that Loyalty out-braves , Keeps back the honest , brings in Knaves , Puts fellows Principl'd in Treason In power and trust ' gainst sense and reason ▪ Replyes to all things , Rhimes to Honey , Ask what 's a Clock , 't is answer'd Money . Go to 'm but to speak about , Some business , streight the hand 's held out , Which signifies you must prepare , Before your matter meet their Ear ; Like half-starv'd wretches ( come to meat ) Do covet more then they can eat : Or as the Proverb bids you mark , The Priest forgets he ere was Clerk , So Hudibras , whose great Prowesse Aims at the more , forgets the less , Troops on with all his Captiv'd train In state , much like to Tamberlain , For he , his Conquest to compleat , Chains Monsieur Quack like Bagazet , And at Horse tayl he doth attend , Like one made for no other end ; With head on side of neck , he goes , His Vessels leaking , Eyes and Nose , His Antick Motions are forgot , He moves as though he moved not ; Nor can you blame him thus to faulter , No Dog but would abonden halter , And he well knew there was no trick In reading , or practice Chymick , After a hanging to cure Gullet , And set it right to swollow Pallet : Capono and his Damsel brought Up Rear , with sorrow fully fraught , His countenance betray'd him loth To be disht up amidst white Broth , And doubted much to have his Book , He knew he had a hanging look . The Damsel lookt like one neer dead , But comforted by Ginger-bread , And now and then with Pudding-pie , Tender'd by Squires ( some Reason why ) . For as Taylors preserve their Cabbage , So Squires take care of Bag and Baggage . Vesper appear'd , and Sol was down , VVhen Hudibras did enter Town : Quoth he , Bro. Guill . observe the Sun , Envying the Glories we have won , Is gone to bed , and in meer spight Shaddows our Trophies with the Night ; But er'e he has ta'ne Nap or two VVe 'l rouze him with Atchievements new , Bleeding like Herrings in their Gills , And fresh too , or wee 'l want our wills : So over Lake , Anglice Kennel ( Which had a stronger scent then Fennel ) They unto Gate ( beyond it ) past , Famous ( when shut ) for being fast . Quoth Knight to Squires , go one of you , No matter which , you are but two , And ask who keeps this Garrison , I mean the house , but 't is all one . Your words , quoth Squire , shall be obey'd Great Hudibras , ( just so he said ) Before the turning of a Teaster Or bate me of an Egg at Easter . Whoop , quoth the Squire , where are you ho ? A Language he was verst into , For he had travell'd many a mile , And was not now to seek his stile . At last Ostlero did appear , Whose Nose did scent the Beasts were near : Quoth he , why bring you not down lights For Squires so good , and eke for Knights ? Quoth Squire , first take in care our Horses , And then you may Rally your forces . With hand as useful as Quacks Sirrops , Ostlero streight takes hold on Stirrops , And leads the Palfryes to the Stable , Where he did do what he was able To beasts , for he and they were Kin , However they were now drawn in . Mean while was Chamberlano call'd ; He came , and ask'd for what they bawl'd , For he was ready for all squabbles , Having been beat ( it seems ) at Tables . Quoth Hudibras , where wert thou bred ? Wilt thou not stand us now in sted ? Wearied with doing mighty things , Spent the whole day in Bickerings , These are the Guordeons of our toil , Our purchase and our lawful spoil . Quoth then Sir Guill . oh fie , good Brother , Let us like Christians love each other . But every like is not the same , Quoth Hudibras you are to blame , You will be twittering like the Drill , Yet insignificant be still . Quoth he , these are meet Infidels . Begar you lye ( quoth Monsieur ) else , Softly to self as who should say , He would speak more were he away . Quoth Hudibras , shew up to room , For they shall soon receive their Doom . Quoth Chamberlano , after banging I think them hardly worth the banging ; Yet I presume they may be try'd well , And sent to place ycliped Bridewel . Thou hitt'st it right , quoth Hudibras , And so they unto Chamber pass , The fairest in the place , you may Believe whatever others say ; In length it was full fourteen Yards , In breadth sme twelve , measure , Richaurds ; The Floor , for Comers , strew'd with Rushes ; Chimney set out with Boughs and Bushes ; The Walls , in stead of Tapestry , Were hung about with History , As those of the Prodigal Son , And Judgment just of Solemon , In Capitals most fairly writ , To take the Eye , and 〈…〉 Upon the Ceiling one might see Clouds of Mens names in Candlery , Who had been Patrons to the place , And penny spent in putting Case ; In Window laid was Lavendare , Of which the Cushions smelt most rare , With pots of Flowers very pleasing To put a Man into a sneezing : In midst of Room a Table stood , Which certainly was made of Wood ; The Superfices of it was A Carpet , which for green may pass T' avoid disputes , but to say true , It might as well be ta'ne for blue , Or any colour else , or none At all , howere 't shall pass for one , Richly strip'd or'e with dregs of Ale , Which from o're charg'd Cups seldom fail , And here and there you might discry A breach made by the Enemy , Who from Mundungoes took its name , And wastes it self in smoak and flame , Whose ashes fatal are to Cloth , Linnen , or Woollen , all , or both : On each side Table placed were Stools joynted , and at end a Chair , Which was for Worshipful , so please , But all was for the Buttocks ease : And lights in Sticks some place did fill there , Some say were Tin , but bright as Silver : At end of Room a Bed did stand , Whose Posts were carv'd by cunning hand , Faces good store , but ne'r a Nose , And Legs too , without Feet or Toes , VVhich either came by some disaster , Or else he was not his Arts Master ; And yet perhaps he did express The Art he had in ugliness ; For to do things exactly ill Must needs shew ( though not judgment ) skill : About the Teaster of the Bed , And so on that they call the Head , Were painted Bats ( like Cherubs ) flying , To comfort Souls when they are dying . But rouze my Muse , y 'ave been too long Upon the Bed , pursue your Song ; For Clio ( as some Authors ken ) Doth sing the worthy Deeds of Men , So all this while it may be sed , We have been singing Knights to bed : Therefore no harm to Ears that have No mind to hear , nor those that crave . And now we come unto the Point , By this time Squires had truckt for Joint Of Mutton , or some whole some food , Which they knew was for body good , And brought up word unto the Knights , Who bid withdraw awhile you Wights , Pointing to Prisoners who stood gaping , As Damsel did , who long'd for Japing , A word the Gipseys much affect , And held by These in like respect ; For they have travell'd North and South , With it , and Tenant is to mouth , Which though they throw out now , and then , They entertain with joy agen ; But ere the Creature was brought up ; Or that the Knights had ta'ne a sup , On these main words , put case , and whether , The Knights condogg'd , knockt Jolls together , At last for private Reasons they Did think it fit the Wights should stay ; For held it was a point of State , That Prisoners should on Table wait . After a hem , Sir Hudibras Bespake and said , alas , alas ! Begar , quoth Monsieur , here be none , Me scorn your vards , me vill be gone . There 's no such haste , then quoth Sir Guill . Our Enmity is not so ill To have you lose part of the Supper , And therefore stay : Marty come up here ; Quoth Hudibras , must you be treated , VVhom we but lately have defeated ? Begar ( quoth Quack ) vid all mine heart Me take de Supper in good part ; Me be no angry vid dat ; Dough me be mad at me know vat . Then Chamberlano Cloth did lay , VVhich had not seen Sun many a day , And Salt sat down with little loss , Its Cell was part of Charing-Cross . In equipage most formidable All things were fitted for the Table . Then Hudibras bid all be bare , Lend Ear to Grace ( but none was there ) His eyes and hands did make dumb shows , His tongue ( too ) and his very nose ; But this fume did not last him long , His stomach to the Meat was strong : Quoth he , give Trenchers to the Wretches , Let them attend while Colon stretches . Ma foy , me understand no dis , Quoth Quack , trencher in handa , pis — Bougra Shack-dog , me serving Man ! Dat in de Pock have de Largent ! Oh have you so , youth Hudibras ? We 'll see anon if it will pass : Sit down , and let your servants eat With Squires so good , we 'll leave 'em meat . Pour boon begar , 't is all a mode , Quoth Quack , pour men travel de Rode. So they fall to 't with teeth and knives , And throw about 'em for their lives . They little leisure had to prate , And so avoided all debate : To wit , had stomachs like to horse , And had not time to finde discourse ; They did so pay shoulder a Mutton , That morsel scarce was left there uppon For Squires and Charge , whose looks so meager Declar'd that they to eat Were eager . Quoth Hudibras , Squires take away , Victual your Camps , but do not stay Long by 't ; and hear me , send up Pease , They will our appetites appease : Dispatch , for business great ( you know ) Effect we must ere sleep we do . So down go Squires , and into Room Where Hogo did from Stable come : They put Capono and his Wench Where neither stool was , nor yet bench , But forms a couple by good hap , And table too , ( to take a snap ) Some four foot high , and two yards long , With legs of wood supported strong : And therefore Authors say the word Implies ( in very truth ) a board . There us'd Tapstero and Ostiero To play at Putt for Cans of Beer , ho. On board or table was set down The burthen'd Dish with meatless bone ; And straight out of the Kitchen popt A wench that had in dripping sopt : 'T is true , her hands were not so white As theirs that lie in gloves all night : No matter though some speak 'em foul , She was a good condition'd Soul , And meerly in good will did bring A clout , sh 'ad newly been wrinsing . After it serv'd had dish and pot , And came from dresser reaking hot , Oh fie ( quoth she ) are you without A cloth ? then down she dropt her clout , And spreaded it to best advantage , ( In cloth sometimes there may be scantage ) And so they fell to picking bone , Which was snatcht at by every one , VVith many a Wink - contrived slip , And happy he could get a snip Only for Damsel carv'd was Knuckle , And she as stoutly with 't did buckle ; Quoth Squires , are there no Peason left For us , who are with hunger cleft ? Hunger you know is very keen , Or ( as some have it ) sharp , which e'en VVill break stone walls through ; then what hath Man to defend him , who 's but lath ? Quoth Squire , come bring us ( and then drinks ) Onions and Cheese to fill up chinks ; VVhich they chop down with far more ease Then Dogs ( in Summer ) snap up Fleas . I might say something of the becks , The winkings , and their counter-checks , Simprings , and treading on the toes , Excuses ( too ) to pluck a Rose , VVhich ( for Squires sake ) distressed Dam. Sel us'd to make , when loose i' th' Ham ; But I conceive they will advance Matter enough for some Romance ; So I acquit my self the pains That do attend those busie-brains And unto Hudibras , who now Summons his wits , and knits his brow , Crosses the Proverb ( like a Gull ) Grows angry when his Belly 's full , Stroaks up his forehead with a Grace , And looks hat-lining in the face , Mutters a word or two to self , Then call's , where 's Chamberlain that Elf ? To clear the board , or Tapster , he May do the office if need be : And so about the room he struts , Like him that newly fill'd had Guts ; Or as 't is said of Crow in Gutter , His arms like wings about did flutter : He rubs his elbow , then his pate , Call up the Squires , ( quoth he ) 't is late , And bid 'em bring with them their Charge , My word is a Mandamus large Enough ; all Consultations are Ripest at Night , as th' Romans were ; The Mornings dew the Poets suck , That makes 'em poor , ( the worser luck ) Their friend Aurora doth inspire Their Fancies but with early fire , Not well grown up , a sainting light , VVhen weighty matters require night , And in the States-mans Cabinet , VVe there fore will in Councel set . But here Sir Hudibras mistook , And went a mile beside his Book , For he that is a Poet right , Doth court the Morn , and weds the Night : And such as have the happy fate To steer a Stage , can steet a State. The Squires at Call obedient were , And to their Arms did soon repair ; The Prisoners were conducted up , After they 'd ta'ne a lusty sup Of knocking Ale , though liquor muddy , It in their Cheeks rais'd colours ruddy . Quoth Hudibras , draw neerer you , And you Jack-daw get to your Crew , Speaking Quack , Be me Shack-daw ? ( Quoth he ) you be Shack-nape , pishaw — Me no care dis — begar me be A Gentlehome in mine Country , Me tell you dat , better den you , Vat den ? may foy me speak de true . Quoth Hudibras , thou sawcy Wight , Compare how dar'st thou with Sir Knight ? Him , into whose more powerful hands Confiscate are thy life and lands , As thou shalt see , soon after Tryal Sentence shall pass without denyal . So he surveighs the Room , and where Solomon painted was set's Chair , And seats self in 't ; quoth he , before We handle th' matter shut the dore , And snuff the Candles , they burn dim : The Squire with haste obeyed him . Then Hudibras bid 'em sit down At Tables end , and mind their own , Which was their Armes ; then frown he threw At Prisoners , might have made them spew Their Suppers up ; but when he saw It had no power upon their Maw , He finds another way , and blisters Sir Guillielmo's Ears with whispers ; At fingers ends he pleads their Cases , ( The ancient way us'd by Arbaces : ) And as his head and fingers plaid , Quoth Capon , sure he 's of our Traid ; Mark , Master , if he can refrain To shew in part Legerdemain ; I , now again ; he do'st with ease , And has more Roguish tricks then these ; Fear not , I warrant we are quit , Hang him , he has a pestilent Wit. Sudden as Thunder ( that soures Beer ) As lowd too , he bids Wretches hear , For now his anger is grown hot , And a Fools bolt is soonest shot ; ) Are you asham'd to shew your Faces ? Then to the brown Cow turn your Arses , ( A Militia word much us'd In Scotland , though by some abus'd , And signifies to face about , True , we might here have left it out : ) He riseth from his Chir , and straight Fills it again , to shew his State ; Supports his whiskers with fore-finger , Bites thumb , instead of candi'd Ginger , Which , if you dare to take my word , At that time house could not afford ; But Don de Fogo ( by relation ) Speaks it a sign of indignation , A menacement unto the Foe ; And it may well be taken so , From hence the ancient Proverb comes , The angry man will eat his Thumbs : But in another sense we find The matter of a different kind . As when o'er Coward one prevails , He swears he 'll make him eat his Nails : Yet seriously consider'd , we Find not the sense to disagree , For nail to thumb 's a noted friend , And holds out to the very end , So that if nail a sufferer be , The thumb must share by sympathy ; So much for that , and now to him Y cliped Hudibras the Grim , And yet he 'll smile , but then beware , For sure it is against the hair ; Quoth he , 't is fit we should take care ( Imprimis ) to know what you are , From whence you came , and what you do In England , not a place for you : We have no vagrant People here , But what are punisht most severe ; And if you do transgress our Laws , You are condemn'd for the same Cause . Your Lex ( quoth Quack ) me no concern , Vat's dat to dee ver me vas born , Me be no esham'd of mi Countree , Me be a Frenshman de Parree : 'T is no fourboon to use me dus , Ven Anglond be in Leagne vid us . That makes not for you a bare word , Quoth Hudibras , so thumpt the board VVith fist as hard , as who should say , VVhat misehief's this , would it were day ; For Arguments grew on apace , And so did Night put Case to Case ; If thest or murder you commit , Quoth he , pray , who shall pardon it ? Th' Offence done here ; Good Mr. Slus Ter , must not the mercy come from us ? Begar ( quoth Quack ) me be no sush Man , Me travell'd Swed . Ital. and Dushland , Nay par ma foy all de Varld o're , And me ner'e vas serv'd dus before . Quoth Hudibras , what made you to About you call so base a Crew Of Tag and Rag , lew'd hair-brain'd fellows , Many of them deserving Gallows ? This will be found an insurrection , To which the Law denys protection ; In time of Peace to raise a rude And giddy-headed multitude , To break the Peace ! — No , no , begar ( Quoth Quack ) you break a de Peace vid Var , You draw de Sword , and cock de Pistall , Come down sa , sa , ven dey ver whist all ; Begar you break a de Peace me say . Quoth Hudibras , an Asse will bray , And so dost thou ; I tell thee , this Crime is indictable , that ' t is . Ditable ! vat be dat ? quoth he , Me no it understand , fi , fi . Quoth Hudibras , what do we know But you come here to stir up Foe ; To set the needy Cavaleers And us together by the Ears , That Money have , which they do want , And for't will fight like Tarmagant , And so our Valours be upbraided , And every Road be Ambuscaded ; This we interpret may a Plot To raise a new Warr , is it not , Bro. Gill. ? Now he of speech was slow , Because he would not his teeth show , And to avoid the carping might Upon his words and judgment light , Which shew'd his wisdom , and intent , By silence still to give consent ; For the best way to shun dispute , Is to say nothing , or he mute . So on Sir Hudibras proceeds ; And aggravates Quack's foule misdeeds , So high , and with so strong a sence , You 'd wonder it should come from thence , Begar ( quoth Quack ) you be de strange Man in de Varl , your vit do range ; Me tell you one , two , tree , fore times , Me be no born here in your Climes , Me be de Frenchman , profess Physsick , Me cure de Pock , de Cough , de Tissick , De Ish , de Gout , the Ash in bones , And me begar can cut your Stones . How 's that ? quoth wrathfull Hudibras , That word shan't unrevenged pass : A Purse ( too ) can you cut ? quoth he , And pick a Pocket if need be ? Or are employ'd by those that do , To draw the main end up , the Crew ? Me no endure dis ting , nor dat , Quoth Quack , come hedder , shew de Pat. Capon , vid hands of approbation From de College , pour tolleration , From Potentates , and mighty Princes , Dat in de Varld de like not since is . Quoth Hudibras , oh is it so , You kill , Cum privilegio ; Ensnar'd you are by this account , And Crimes on Crimes super-amount , For Murder , or the like , there is No help left for you saving this , Shew something sign'd by Parliament , Or Oliver , to that intent , And wee 'l acquit you , give you o're , Else we proceed must as before : What say you for your self ? Dis be ( Quoth Quack ) may foy very pretty ; Vat do me need hands from sush tings , Ven me have got de hands of Kings ? Me never did seek after them . Your words ( quoth Hudibras ) condemn Your self ; but e're we sentence pass , Come hither fellow with your Lass : What Trade art thou ? ( Quoth Capon ) none ; I thank my Parents , I 'm but one Of thirteen that is lest alive , The rest Grigg . did of breath deprive . 'T is fit thou make up Bakers dozen , ( Quoth Hudibras ) not Hangman cozen . And what are you , there , Mistriss Minks ? With Cheeks that look like drooping Pinks ? What trade do you drive 'mong these fellows ? Are you VVhore-ripe ( too ) for the Gallows ? At which the Squires look't very sad , Fearing her Case would prove but bad . Quoth she , I must confess I am ( And 't please your VVorship ) what I am , And have a long time foliow'd this French Doctor here for Had-I-wiss . Art thou a Man , of art thou VVoman ? Quoth Hudibras , for both are common . Quoth she , I 'm of the weaker Sex , ●●d bless your Worship , Vivat Rex . What 's that , quoth he , you mutter'd last ? I doubt y' are Male beneath the Waste , For as some Authors well have noted , Youths have been sometimes petticoated ; If so , there must be danger in 't , Statutes against it live in Print : Search her , examine all the nicks , For I do hate those Players tricks . Glad of the Office , Squires begin To strip her to the very skin . Quoth Capon , hold , to end the strife , And 't please you ( Sir ) she is my Wife , A Woman right . Yes ( Sir ) quoth she , Your Men know that as well as he . She had a quick and piercing sight , And found they Servants were to Knight . Nay then ( quoth Hudibras ) if she Be leefull lawful Wife to thee , Enquire no further ; Squires forbear , And touch not the forbidden Ware , Quoth she , I thank your love for that , Your Men I knew would harm me not . Quoth Hudibras , Friend , take her to thee , And many a good turn may she do thee : His Passion ( now ) left to be wild , As sleep came on , so he grew mild , He found the Night look monsterous grim , And Morpheus had surprized him , He gapes , and yawnes , and nods his head , ( Summons that call Mortals to bed ) What is 't a Clock ( quoth he ) d'ye think ? ( One would have thought he'ad been in drink ) Sure it draws neer to break of day , And I have something more to say : Oh Brother , that you could me help , But you are better skill'd in Kelp ( For which he was about go get A Patent , but was chous'd of it : ) Since then ( quoth he ) the Charge is mine , To quicken Spirits fill some Wine ; And having ta'ne a glass or two , As Cicero did use to do , When he in Councel sat up late , For benefit of Roman State ; He Temples rub'd to whet his Wits , And gravely down again he sits : Quoth he , your Crimes are great I know ; But we to anger ( now ) are slow ; Justice is pictur'd blind , and the Reason is , cause she will not see , And though some say she is Impartial , 'T is found contrary in each Martial , Or that she should not lend an Ear To this , or that , for love , or fear . Now that we fear you not , you know , And love you can't , what Snake in Bo - Some ? for you are our Enemies , Twixt these Extreams , ( then ) your Case lyes ; So that a moderate way we must Find out , or you are all but dust ; And that must full of Honour be , Or else we loose the Glory , We By Conquest won ; and now I hit it , ( This 't is to be so ready witted ) By laws of Armes we are to give Quarter to him desires to live ; What he is Master of is Ours , Excepting life , all 's in our Powers ; For such ner'e Valour ▪ understood , That kills his Enemy in cool blood ; It Murder is conceiv'd by some , Of which wee 'l wash our hands , come , come ; Now one would think he call'd for Water , But mark , I pray , what follow'd after ; We made you Prisoners by our Might , And all you have is ours by right ; But as the truly generous Spirit Minds nothing more then Honours merrit , So all the Plundex is our due We gratis do restore to you , And as you are parte penpale● , But half soul'd things , and therefore frail , Wee 'l grant you so your liberty , As may with Honour best agree ; There 's several wayes , which are not strange , Upon P●●ol , or in Exchange : Now Fortune was so just a Guide , That all the losse was on your side , And there the Case does differ much , Prisoners you are , you have none such ; Others have left a Guage behind 'Till their return , which is to bind ; But wee 'l direct a neerer way For you to walk , without more stay , Y 'ave plentifully fed on food , And therefore 't is but reason good , Without more words , or further beckoning , You presently discharge the Reckoning , Then cast your Caps up all , and cry , Long live our Noble Enemy . Begar me vill do no sush ting , Quoth Quack , me say , Viva de King , Of mine Countrey ; vat me to do To make sush Preachament pour you ? Me no deny to pay mine share , Pour mine self , and mine Servants dear , And me vill pay no more begar , Pour all you be de Man of Warr. I tell you once again , y' are dust , If you deny a thing so just , Quoth Hudibras ; if we once fly on , You 'l find what 't is to wake a Lion ; Have we you treated more like Friends Then Enemies , ands this the mends ? Squires to your Arms , seize all they have , Only their dirty Vitals save : Now Hudibras begins to rant , Lo what it is for Man to want Sleep ; Man but two eyes has in 's head , Must they be ever opened ? What serves lids for , who ( like Watch-cases ) Should close eyes up safe in their places ? But when the brains boyl their pot , Then are the lids made fiery hot , And stifie , they cannot shut the eyes , And there 't is thought the reason lyes . The Squires the Foe do hunch and justle , But 't was in vain for Quack to bussle , His party was to weak : Quoth he , Me vill pay de reck'nen jesvous pres ; All , quoth the Squires , or none : Me vill Pay all , quoth he , but hold you still ▪ It be no boon fashion to pay , Me tink , till me do go avay , Me do not at de reckonen grush , Dough me do tink it very mush , De Jentlehome , de Traveller , Pishaw , do no such ting begar , Dey stayin Inn pershanse two , tree Dayes , four boon , but pay no penny Till dey do mount Chivall , and den Dey call mine Host take de Recknen , Me now loge here dis night , Alles , In de morning me cry ver be ye , And dischrage house vid all mine Soul. Quoth Hudibras , upon parole Depart you may , that is to bed , Be sure you keep to what y 'ave said , And e're your Journey , in the Morn Bring me a Plaister for my Corn. Wee , Wee , quoth Quack , me cure you all Be sis a Clock , or Diablo fall : Which reach'd not Hudibras his Ears , 'T was mutter'd as they went , down stairs . Quoth Squires , wee 'l toss a Cup or two ( When Knights are safe in bed ) with you . Vid all mine heart , ( quoth Quack ) me'l stay One , two , tree oures pour you ma foy . The Knights hasten to bed apace : And Squires their Armout do unbrace , ( Yclyped Doublets ) Ostler call To pull off Boors , clean 'em withall ; Then down in Bed , not Bed of Down , But such as serv'd ( when came to Town ) Tom Carrier , Knights their Bodies lay , And bid the Squires take lights away ; Dispatch to bed , and special care Take of Portmantua that was there ; For Truckling there was none in Room , Unless on Rushes they would strome ( Which some call streieht ) themselves , and so Take key , shut door , and down they go To seek a roosting place , and spend Some time with Damosel their Friend , And Quack , whose Gibberish pleas'd 'em much , Capono ( too ) for wit , none such , With little search they find 'em out , In a ground-Chamber , hung about With Cobwebs of the finest thred , Truckle there was , but ne're a Bed , A decent Matt there was indeed , Of Sheets or Rugg they had no need , Th' weather was insulting hot , And Fleas would vex where they would not Have 'em ; and so to mend the matter They drink about , and no words scatter . At last ( as if 't had been allotted ) The Squires ( 't was said ) were shrewdly potred , And sleep they must , then down on Mat They threw themselves , left Cloak and Hat ; But Subtle Quack , and 's crafty Crew Slept not , they 'd something else to do . By this time day began to peep , And fellows heard cry , Chimney sweep , Which serves as Clock to call up Bess , Harry , or Will , to mind Bus'nes , Especially the Kitchin-maid , To make fires that o're night she laid : In the mean while Quack was not idle , ( Cunning as Horse had bit o th' Bridle : ) The Damsel ( one that would be thriving ) In the Squires Pockets fell to diving : Their Cloaks were packt up ' mongst the luggage , ( Thus Men are serv'd When they are sluggish : ) The Gates but newly open'd were , All things were husht , and Coast was clear , And so unseen they huddle out Into the Street , then wheel about : Some Minutes after folks 'gan rowze From Beds , and shew heads out of house , To be in readiness for Fair , Some to shew Tricks , some sell their Ware , And some to see , and some to buy , That in Purse had but a penny ; And now the Streets began to fill , While Knights and Squires lye dormant still , Regardless of their late mishap , Nor dreaming of an after clap . But as things strangely come to pass , So happen'd it with Hudibras ; Right underneath his Window , there Was plac'd a Shew , and Trumpeter , Who to intice the People in , Did make a most Prodigious , din , And as the knack on 't is , another Did answer him , whom he call'd Brother , So that by Repercusions they Were got a Note beyond Ela , Eccho'd by others in the Fair , As though they meant to rend the air , This startl'd Hudibras , who slew ( Like Lightning ) out of Bed , and drew ( In shirt ) his Whynniard , what are we Betray'd ? Rise Brother Guill , quoth he ; Hark , the whole Town is up in Arms ; On every side we have Alarms , Let 's dye like Men , and not be shin In Bed , or like tame Pigeons ta'n Out of our Roost , but dare the Foe , Take Horse , and boldly mongst , 'em go . Quoth then Sir Guill . this cannot be Our late defeated Enemy , For they securely sleep in house , As sure as Gournets do in sowse , It rather must be some old Plot Newly broak forth , say , is it not ? Quoth Hudibras , it may be so , Get up , and we shall better know . Quoth then Sir Guill , this is a base , ( And to our side ) a cursed place ; I love not fighting so neer th' Water , Doubting the danger may come after . Quoth Hudibras , 't is but a sound , It born t' be hang'd you 'l here be drown'd ; Besides , wee 'l make our peace with these Prisoners we have ; the Wench will please , That was well thought on , quoth Sir Guill , I will get up , I that I will. Where are our Squires , they come not near : Sure they are half struck dead with fear . The Chamberlain is call'd , to call The Squires , to bind the Prisoners all : Unwillingly they rise from Mats And shake their heads like two drown'd Rats , They mist the Monfleur and his Mates , Their Cloaks and Hats too , scratch'd their Pates For madness they should be serv'd so ; ( But there 's no truth in fawning Foe . ) After strict search th' Squires fell to weeping , Must we then pay so dear for sleeping ? Quoth they , th' worse luck : Oh thou she Fiend , We thought thou wouldst have prov'd our friend , Knights call'd above ( in sume no doubt ) To bring up boots , and be let out ; The Squires in haste thrust hands in Pockets ( Their Wits were quite out of the sockets ) To feel for Key , and misse their Money , their Watches ( too ) oh C — C — How basely dost thou deal with Man ? ( But all the mischief that it can ) If ever we meet thee agen , For this trick , we will shew thee ten : So up they went , in pitious plights , And told all to their Masters , Knights . How , how ( in rage ) quoth Hudibras , Durst they depart without my Pass ? Or bringing Medicine for my Corn , I 'le make 'em rue they e're were born , If I do find 'em ' mongst the Foe ; For forth I will , and forth I 'le goe . Ask Chamberlain if they have paid The Reck'ning , of which I 'm afraid : No Sir , quoth they , they ne're thought on 't , Our Cloaks and Hats top marcht upon 't , ( Money , nor Watches , durst not name , They better should have watcht the same . ) How , robb'd , and cheated too ( oh Gull ! ) This 't is to be so merciful , Quoth Hudibras , can none discry Where , and how strong 's the Enemy ? Quoth Squire ( one ) here is kept a Fair , To which all Comers welcome are , No greater Foe assuredly , Then Hobby-horse , and Puppet-try . The greatest Foe of all , and they hall dearly for your losses pay , Quoth Hudibras ; among that Rout The others sculke , wee 'l find 'em out . First , there is shewn the deadly sins , Which with the Box keeper begins ; Jane Shores disgrace , and lamentation , ( A Concubine not now in fashion . ) Then David , and Vriah's Wife , And Doctor Faustus to the life : With many trifles more , which do Allude unto Prophaneness too ; Abomination ' mongst 'em dwells , Of which I mean to rid their Cells , And clear the Streets of Superstition , And its Idolatrous condition . Then Knights mount Steeds , and at a word ( In one hand Pistol , t'other Sword ) The Squires on foot the Horse attend , ( The readier to find out false-friend . ) They star'd about , folk thought 'em mad , ( For neither Cloak nor Hat they had : ) As soon as they were got in Street , The People ran ( as it was meet ) And at next door their malice lights , ( Which lately had disturb'd the Knights . ) Quoth Hudibras , fall on , fall on , And spare not there a Mothers Son : At which the folk , forsook the Sight , And left the Puppets in sad plight , Some lost a Cloak , and some a Hat , Which to the Squires came very pat ; The Box with Money flew about , For which they were not grown so stout As not to stoop ; they thought on Quack , And then the Puppets went to wrack ; They cut what er'e they hit upon , Down comes the Tower of Babylon . Quoth Fellow , Pox upon you , Sir , For spoiling Nabuchadnezer , His Nose was cut out ill before , But now you have abus'd it more , How think you after this disgrace Hee 's able to look Beast in face ? They mind him not , but out they bring , As Captive bound , Babylons King : And in their havock grow more bold , They pull down Rag , which Story told , And as a Trophee bear 't before Sir Hudibras , and one Knight more , To wit , Sir Guill . so on they trot , With all the Pillage they had got , Greedy of more , but were prevented By Butchers stout , that Fair frequented , Who seeing Squires quoyle to keep , And , Men to run faster then Sheep , Quoth they ( to People ) what d' ye fear ? There 's neither Bull got loose , nor Bear , And will you seem to make escape From fencing fools , and Jack-a-nape On horse-back ? Clad in Coat of Plush ? Yet looks but like a Sloe on bush : Keep , keep your ground ) wee 'l force 'em back , Or may — we never Money lack . Then out they Snap , and Towser call , Two cunning Currs , , that would not bawl , But slily fly at throat , or tail , And in their Course would seldome fail : The Butchers hoot , the Dogs fall on , The Horses kick , and wince , anon , Down comes spruce Valour to the ground , And both Sir Knights laid in a swound , They like stout Horsemen kept the Saddle , As long as ever they were able ; But such as Honour forward pricks . Must now and then expect Horse-tricks . The Squires with grief ran hom to Quarters To hang themselves , had they found Garters : Man should not trust to Fortune more Then to a Sodometick-Whore , Whose best of Actions are by night , So , as she 's blind , she hates the light . This Hudibras ( who not long since Did think himself a perty Prince ) Does sorely find , on sides and guts , ( Oh out upon such fickle Sluts . ) So out o th' Bowels of Compassion , Knights were sed home in an odd fashion , Where we will leave 'em for Recovery , And then set forth a new Discovery . FINIS . The Printer to the Reader . THe Author having not time to attend the 〈◊〉 Mistakes have happened ( but not 〈◊〉 very grosse ) which is desired , thou wilt either passe by ; or amend , with thy Pen. Farewell . A35676 ---- Poems in burlesque with a dedication in burlesque to Fleetwood Shepherd, esquire. Dennis, John, 1657-1734. 1692 Approx. 34 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 16 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2005-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2003-05 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-05 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-03 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2005-03 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-04 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion POEMS In BURLESQUE ; WITH A DEDICATION In BURLESQUE , TO Fleetwood Shepherd , ESQUIRE . Cui bene ni palpere recalcitrat undique tutus . Hor. Printed for the Booksellers of London and Westminster , 1692. ERRATA . IN Pag. 9. the last line , for Butterflowers , read , Butterflies . In Pag. 14. line 19. for Caves , read , Cliffs . In Pag. 17. beginning of the last line , for with , read Will. In Pag. 19. line 9 ▪ for form read , from TO FLEETWOOD SHEPHERD , Esqque SIR , IF Verse but vocal Painting be , As Painting is dumb Poetry ; A Dedication in Burlesque In vocal Painting is grotesque For was there ever Dedication Without some fulsome Commendation ? And has not all Burlesque its Birth , And afterwards its Name from Mirth ? Now to Commend at once and rally , Are things which either will not Tally ; Or Mirth with Praise will look as odly , As Rakels when by chance they 'r Godly : Though , Shepherd , it requires Address , Thy Praise in Laughing to express , I 'll boldly venture ne're the less . May the Propitious Comick Muse , Burlesque Conceits , and Terms infuse ; And thou , O jolly God of Laughter Attend , and usher down Jove's Daughter ; And both inspire and grace the Verse , Which for your Shepherd I rehearse . Can you do less for him , when he Has been your constant Votary ? He ner'e lies down , and never rises , But still to you he Sacrifices , He Sacrifices Man and Beast , The Lay-man and the very Priest : For still his Victims by sixt Rules Each Morn are Knaves , each Evening Fools , By him with pointed Wit dissected , To all laid open and detected , For animals of rotten insides , Or who have strange prodigious blindsides : And though the Sacrifice is found Still thus defective and unsound , The Victims wanting Noble parts , Their Brains sometimes , sometimes their Hearts , 'T is therefore , Shepherd , does them chuse , For such he knows you least refuse . He ner'e gave Gods or Men offence , By off'ring to you Truth and Sense , For those he uses to defend A Wit , a Courtier , yet a Friend . But now stop short in thy Career , That this may be rejected Fear ; For er'e since Praise hath been a Traffick A Panegyrick's not worth a Fig , It may be had with a full Pocket By ev'ry pert and noisie Blockhead , Whose Cloaths and Talk are render'd Tawdry By nasty Colours and by bawdry . Then Shepherd , farewel Commendation Now by the Law of Dedication , ( The Author 's just Retaliation ) Since I have spoke so much of thee Thou must hear something too of me . 'T was I who Sung our brave Tarpawlin , Engaging like a Devil bawling , And Monsieurs Navy sorely mawling , * His Formidable , his Victorious , His Proud , his Thunderer , his Glorious , His Strong , his Terrible , his Fierce , ( Strange names for Butlers jolly Verse ! ) Till ev'ry Ship with its great Name , By being Clapperclaw'd became An Irony and Jest of Fame . Ah , Bully Tar ! could that be Civil To use poor Monsieur like a Devil ? Poor Monsieur ! who with Pains exceeding Had try'd so long to teach thee breeding To beat his Brains out ! ah ! to crop him Shorter by ' th' Head , or else to lop him , And not to leave him Limbs enow , Ah Gods ! to make one jaunty Bow ? And then to set his First Rateson Fire To serve thee for a Roguish Bonfire ! To Mawl the rest , their Rigging tear , And leave them destitute and bare ! Que Diable des gens Barbares ! Or was this bustle and this fight-all Design'd and acted in requital Of Monsieurs pains , that as at Land He made thee Breeding understand , Thou mights't at Sea take him in hand ? And bring him by a lusty Swindging To low Saluting and to Cringing , If so ; how great 's th' extent and Latitude O Bully Tar , of thy Sea-Gratitude ! This Fight , as 't is to thee well known I 've Sung in quite another Tone : Now dwindling I resume the Battle Wag'd once betwixt Suburbian Cattle . Thus does a Falcon soaring rise , And at some noble Quarry flies , But stoops , when it can fly no more , At Carrion , which it left before . This Battle Read too , and the while If thou approv'st it , Shepherd , Smile . But though thou lik'st it , Laugh not out , For all the Versifying Rout , A bold and a presuming Nation , If once they know thy Approbation , Will mawl thee with perpetual Billets , And pelt thee with Poetick Pellets , Send thee more Scrawls , more various Pothooks , Than are i' th' Letter-Case of M — Thou wilt on ev'ry hand be pepper'd , For all who Write would fain please Shepherd : Nay , to take his , and Dorset's Heart The Nine their utmost Charms exert , Their Charms of Nature and of Art. Whilst by their Looks , their Air , their Dress , They to the wond'ring World no less Than Virgin-Goddesses confess ; What they aspire to by their Charms Is to be bless'd in Dorset's Arms : Pleas'd , ravish'd with his Approbation , Tho Damn'd by all the Fools i' th' Nation . Now for one Compliment in Rhime . And so t' have done , for 't is high time . There 's , no Man more Your Humble , than is , SIR , Your Obedient Servant , THE CONTENTS . THE Triumvirate : Or the Battle . p. 1. A Days Ramble in Covent-Garden : A Letter in Burlesque , &c. p. 9. The Story of Orpheus Burlesqu'd . p. 14. Epigram upon a lewd Roaring Scotch Parson . p. 17. Vpon the same Burlesque . p. 18. The Two FRIENDS . p. 19. An Explication of Mr. Tate's Riddle , in the Gentleman's Journal for April . p. 21. The Triumvirate : OR , THE BATTLE . Written Aug. 91. AS when the Ugly Face of Night , The Sun does to the Ocean fright , Neptune and Proteus , with their Train , The merry Monsters of the Main , The Red-fac'd God Carrowsing meet , And with large Draughts his Presence greet ; Like Luck does at like Hours attend His Deputy at Br — k-street-End : To whom three strange prodigious Creatures , And Monsters of Amphibious Natures , Half Beasts , half Fish , together hie , Who though on Land they often lie , Yet are they never throughly dry , And when they cease to drink , they dy ; Like Whales , their Bulks a Flood contain , Which in the Air they Spout again ; They swallow still like Fish , ( to keep The Allegory ) whilst they sleep , Each gulps his Beer-glass , and i' th' fact With drowsie Nod commends the Act. Me an Acquaintance did invite , This Bartholomew-Fair to see the Sight , And just at Twelve we went one Night , Where there were stranger Creatures shown , Than ever at the Fair were known ; And if you think I say too much , Survey their Pictures here and judge , The first , hight Robin , a queir Spark is , A lewd Soul with a righteous Carkass . Virgin Vermillion , or True Blue , Is not of such a Saint-like hue , He Baudy talk'd with the same Faces , With the same Goggles , Whines , Grimaces , That our Enlightned Men say Graces . They who sat at th' end of the Table , Took him for Holderforth right able , And look'd with Reverence on his Visage Too grave and antique far , for this Age , To those he seem'd a Gifted Teacher , To us who heard him a rank Letcher . So Parson Hugh , with Groan and Snivel Made half his Congregation drivel , Whilst B — s set to show did tickle The other half o' th' Conventicle . This Fellow chatter'd thus uncleanly With the same Looks Folk act obseenely . When Nature conscious of a Sin , So unworthy of her , and so mean , In height of Exstacy is seen , With ugly Penitential Meen ; So much for Saint , the next's an Atheist , Who for his Morals held it safest : He bragg'd , that he like Beasts should dy , And did both God and Devil deny , As Boys a days , when Succours nigh Can Rawhead Rally and defy , That Rawhead who with panick Frights , Ne're fails to make them stink a Nights , So does this wight the Devil disown , And haunted by him , when alone , Does in Revenge from 's Chamber run , To swear there 's no such thing at th' Sun , Yet does so stare whilst he denys him , That one would almost swear he spies him , Though as for Staring his Pretence is To look about for his lost Senses : His hagard Eyes , and fiery Face , Both are his Hoary Head's disgrace ; Nature ne're join'd a lewder Phys. To such a Reverend Skull as his . So on some Hills perpetual Snow Lyes , whilst the Vine buds just below , He Urgin Ned , and Saint-like Robin , To leave off Stumming for dry Bobbing , Did kiss and chatter too , and hug , A little nasty Female Pug , Who being Offensive to the Nose Is by Antiphrasis call'd Rose . His fiery Snout slopt her 's that Sallow , Like Flame that Lambent lies on Tallow , Which did all four to a Course dispose , And two Drabs more , being fetch'd by Rose , They mount and box about their Lasses , Like Lombards riding Post on Asses . When see the sad Reverse of Fate , Of happiest Mortals the frail State , Robin for Gold the root of Evil Had made a Contract with the Devil ; That is , had Married a curst Wife , That Hellish Plague of human Life . She having notice of Bob's Doxy , And fuming much at such a Proxy , Came thundering in , and took her Vagrant , Ipso Facto , in Guilt that 's flagrant : Judge what Impression this injurious Action made on one so furious , The Drabs as soon as e're they spy'd her , Threw every one of them her Rider , Starting like Jades , that cast their Load , If once the Devil comes cross the Road. When strait advancing to her Moiety ; Sweet Sir , said she , I wish much Joy to you , And your new Bride , a wish that 's due To one so Kind and Just as you . With that Sh' unmercifully fisted Poor sneaking Bob , who ne're resisted . Ay me ! how chang'd ! he 's he no more , Wh ' Engag'd so bravely just before ; But differs as victorious Hector Did from his pale and bloody Spectre , When Brutal Ned to help his Fellow , With all his Lungs began to Bellow . Old Bob , quoth he , Old Bob so doughty , Wilt thou be Cow'd by by such a Dowdy ? Take Crab-tree here Old Boy , and Bast her , Until she owns her Lord and Master . Vile Sot said she to Ned , but such A Title honors thee too much ; For Sot supposes somthing Human , Thou art a Bear , not born of Woman ; Tom Dove thy Sire was , and another Furr'd Muscovite like him , thy Mother , Who having Cubb'd thee from her kick'd thee ( Seeing thee so hideous ) and ne'er lick'd thee : What do'st thou here now , where few venter , Till of thy Absence sure , to enter ? For Men a Nights ne'er see thee Sup , But what they 've eat themselves , comes up , Whilst thou devouring meat , dost cram it More nauseously than they theirs Vomit : Why should Beasts love Debauches , fit Only for Men , and Men of Wit ? Whom Wine inspires with Noble Sense , That can a Surfeit recompence , Who in their Qualms a Breeding lye Children that live to Eternity : But thou a despicable Toper , Art still Ned V — Drunk and Sober ; Diff'ring as Wild Bears do from Tame , More fiercely Brutal , else the same ; Perhaps incapable of thinking Thou striv'st to shew thou' rt Man by Drinking , For void of of Reason and of Goodness , Thou 'st nought that 's Human but thy Lewdness . Spouse being resolv'd to be severe , Was running on in full career , When urg'd by his fermenting Choler , Ned threw a pot of Port to maul her ; The Wine fell on her as she Buckled , The Pot flew o're to swinge her Cuckold , And hitting full his Jobbernoll , Broke op'n the Lodging of his Soul ; The Walls to its furious Battry yielding , The Mansion was but Paper-Building ; A wretched Tenement , a Shed That never had been Furnished , Purely design'd for one to keep in 't That would do nothing else but sleep in 't ; And that was Robin's dreaming Soul , Which spying in its House this hole , Had frighted , like to have left its Quarters , Enrolling Bob amongst the Martyrs . Spouse who by death of Moiety Thought she had lost her Property , Tho she retriev'd her Liberty , Took up a pot of Chamber-lye And Wine at second hand , a Medly , Of odious hue and Savour deadly , And coming slily behind Ned , Now raising Robin from the Dead , Fixt it like Armour on his Head , Whilst running down on every side him , It s foul Contents did strangely dight him ; Its Fumes cast Ned into a Swound , His Armour clang'd against the Ground ; Mean while his brave Virago fully Determin'd to revenge her Bully , Took two great Candlesticks and aim'd Two Mortal Blows at Spouse , but Maim'd The Atheist ; who in his Affliction , Gave us his usual Benediction ; For tho he God sometimes denies , Now fervently he to him crys , And prays with unfeign'd Supplication And hearty zeal for the Damnation Of the Militant Congregation ; Nay , against such a riotous Rout , Himself to the Devil gave Judgment out , When Rose to revenge her Roysters Quarrel , Amongst us all threw an Oister-Barrel , And flung it too with a resolution To bring his Judgment to Execution ; Its clattering shels amongst us fall , Signal of universal Brawl ; Then to the Table Atheist blunder'd , Himself Intrenching strongly under 't , For by the noise he thought it Thunder'd , For Discord now outrageous grew , Bottles in rattling Vollies flew ; Of Arms which range now finds for Mischief , O Times ! O Manners ! Bottle is Chief , Souls outside Clapperclawing more , Than inward Jobbernol before : Bottle in Fellowship Men uniting And fram'd for the World to take delight in . Now the curs'd Instrument's made of Fighting , And Sots are just about to Perish , By what was purely form'd to Cherish ; A Glassy Shower does ore us hail , And Potts succed when Bottles fail . I dopt for safety as an Officer Does in a Fight , when he 's a Novice there , When with strange noise and hideous bustle In closer Fight they encountring Justle , Their Wits they lose , their Light 's put out , All 's dark within them and without : Then Friend fell foul on every Friend , Such Fate does Civil Wars attend . Wild Uproar and Confusion follow'd , Ore roling Bully Doxy wallow'd ; She Schrick'd , he Roar'd , for Light some hollow'd , In vain alas ! Drawer was fast , Gentle Aurora heard at last . I by the dawn found out the the Door , Then down I ran and firmly Swore Never to mix with Monsters more . A Days Ramble in Covent-Garden : A Letter in Burlesque to C. D. March 20. 1691. COlonel , the Spring comes on a main , Beauties and Flow'rs peep out again ; Now gawdy Punk , new Rigg'd and gay , As Beaux or Butter-flowers in May , Brisk as a Snake that casts her Skin Comes out in particolour'd trim , To bask on flowry Banks , and play In the new Suns reviving Ray , To twine round heedlless Swain , and sting The VVretch suspecting no such thing . Now Country ' Squires send up their Women To get their own and Husbands Trimming ; ( By which themselves these latter find Fairly distinguish'd from Mankind ) And to requite them we send down Verse , the lewd product of the Town : Amongst ' the rest , for want of better , I send you these by way of Letter . Last week just come to Town , I took A Pious walk to visit C — Pox'd beyond hope of Health or Pardon The rankest VVeed in Covent-Garden , That done , I took a turn i' th' Square , But had but little time been there , Till I with Satisfaction found , The VVorld still ran its constant round , There still a Drum each Morning brings Sev'ral feather'd two Legg'd things , Not Men , you say , you 'll prove by Plato , Not Men indeed so wise as Cato . But VVights , whose Noddles and a Feather Agree extremely well together . Light , wavering , vain Inconstant Fools , The working Politicians Tools , VVh ' engage and serve like Whores for pay , And sometimes Jilt too , and betray : Hurried by Drums , tumultuous rattle , At States-mans will to breach or battle ; Leave Bottle , Tent , and Camping Jade , And blundring run where Fate has laid Inevitable Ambuscade . So when some Swain for Sport or Food , Brushes the out-side of a VVood : And with cleft Sticks makes clatt'ring din , Woodcock that nuzling lies within , Strait scampers headlong on to gin : But hark the Bell , the Parsons Trumpet , Sounds a Charge to a Ghostly Combat ; VVarns Sporting Female to arise T' a sadder Mornings Exercise : She does , and washes first , and Paints well , Then piously Obeys the Saints Bell : And now 't is time to leave the Stout , And join at Church with the Devout , VVhere Virgins Counterfeit and Stale , Are daily in Rows expos'd to Sale. Second-hand Houshold-stuff , which tarnish'd , To pass for new is vamp'd and Varnish'd . The ancient Temple of the Jews VVas but a Mart , ours is a S — He thence was driv'n who sold a Dove , We suffer here the trade of Love. From Church I went to drink some Coffee , The Juice inspiring Modern Sophy ; For as some rural Swains of Old , ( As by their own Records wer'e told ) Tasted of Pagasean Stream , And then grew Poets in a Dream ; So Sots sip Coffee , and have Visions , Which make them pass for Polititians . To Wills I went , where Beau and VVit In mutual Contemplation sit ; But which were VVits , and which were Beaus , The Devil sure 's in him who Knows , For either may be which you please , These looks like those who talk'd like these : To make amends , there I saw Dryden , VVhom Pegasus takes so much Pride in , He suffers few beside to ride him : Somtimes at once he gets a Pack Of young raw Rhymers on his Back , But with them runs so far away , They 're never hear'd of from that day : Enrag'd he th' awkward Burden feels , Tosses his Head and flings his Heels . And when h' has thrown each Poetaster , He then comes Ambling home to his Master . Since my design in sending these , Is not to tire you , but to please , 'T is time t' have done , for what 's behind , Some more commodious hour I 'll find ; Yet e'er I leave you , I can't chuse But send you down the Freshest News . When Monsieur spy'd false Burgher hamper'd In fatal Noose on Mons's Rampert , He and his Forty thousand Scamper'd . As Scythian Slaves that came to fight With Swords , with Whips were put to Flight . The sight of tall erected Gallows Had like effect upon these Fellows . A certain Sign that every Villain Fears Hanging , tho he Laughs at Killing . But now to come to honest People , C — s grown as noisey as a Steeple ; Does so obstrepreously Gabblle I' th' dark , you 'd swear he 's a huge Rabble ; Haranguing Member is not near So loud , yet bauls for half a Shire ; Nor Serjeants when like VVinds that jar , Coifd Brothers make tempesteous VVar , And ne'er leave storming till they find Justice grown Deafer than She 's Blind . The Story of Orpheus Burlesqu'd . ORpheus , a one-ey'd Limping Thracian , Top Crowder of the Barbarous Nation Was Ballad-Singer by Vocation ; Who up and down the Country strowling , And with his Strains the Mob Cajoling ; Charm'd them as much as all Men know Our modern Farces do a Beau , To hear his Voice they left their Houses , Their Food , their Handicrafts and Spouses , VVhilst by the Harmony of his Song He threw the staring gaping Throng ( A thing deserving Admiration ) Into a copious Salvation . From hence came all those monst'rous Stories , That to his Lays wild Beasts danc'd Borees , That after him where er'e he rambl'd , The Lyon ramp'd , and the Bear gambol'd , And Rocks and Caves their Horses ambl'd ; For sure the Monster Mob includes All Beasts , Stones , Stocks , in Solitudes : He had a Spouse y●lep'd Euridice , As tight a Lass as er'e your Eye did see , VVho being one day Carest by Morpheus In absence of her Husband Orpheus , As in the God's Embrace she lay , Dy'd , not by Meaphor they say , But the ungrateful litteral way ; For as a Modern's pleas'd to say by 't , From Sleep to Death , there 's but a way-bit , Orpheus at first t' appearance grieving , For one h' had oft wish'd Damn'd whilst Living , That he might play her her Farewell , Resolv'd to take a turn to Hell , ( For Spouse he guest was gone to th' Devil ) There was a Husband damnably Civil ! Playing a merry Strein that day , Along the Infernal King's High-way , He caper'd on as who should say , Since Spouse has past the Stigian Ferry , Since Spouse is Dam'd , I will be Merry ; And Wights who travel that way daily , Jog on by his Example gaily . Thus Scraping he to Hell advanc'd , When he came there , the Devil Danc'd ; All Hell was with the Frollick taken , And with a huge Huzza was shaken : All Hell broke loose , and those who were One Moment past plung'd in Despair , Sung , hang Sorrow , cast away Care. But Pluto with a spightful Prank , ( Ungrateful Devil ! ) did Orpheus thank . Orpheus says he , I like thy Strain So well , that here 's thy Wife again : But on these terms receive the Blessing , Till thou' rt on Earth , for bear Possessing . He who has play'd like thee in Hell , Might e'en do tother thing as well ; And Shades of our Eternal Night , Were not design'd for such Delight ; Therefore if such in Hell thou ufest , Thy Spouse immediately thou losest . Quoth Orpheus , I am maul'd I see ; Your Gift and you be Damn'd thought he , And shall be if my skill don't fail me , And if the Devil does not ail me . Now Orpheus saw importance free , By which once more a Slave was he : The Damn'd chang'd presently their Notes , And stretch'd with hideous Houl their Throats , And two and two together link'd , Their Chains with horrid Musick Clink'd , Whilst in the Consort Yell and Fetlock , Express'd the harmony of Wedlock . Then by command he lugg'd his Dowdy To Acheron , with many a How d' ye ; But whilst the Boat was towards them Steering , The Rogue with wicked Ogle leering , Darted at her fiery Glances , Which kindled in her furious Fancies , Her Heart did thick as any Drum beat , Alarming Amazon to Combat ; He soon perceives it , and too wise is , Not to lay hold on such a Crisis . His Moiety on the Bank he threw VVhilst thousand Devils look'd a skew . Thus Spouse who knew what long Repentance VVas to ensue by Pluto's Sentence , Could not forbear her Recreation One poor half day t' avoid Damnation ; But fondly help'd her Husband's Treachery , Such in hot Climes is Womans Letchery ; Her from his Arms the Furies wrung , And into Hell again they flung : He Singing thus , repass'd the Ferry , Since Spouse is damn'd I will be merry . Epigram upon a Lewd Roaring Scotch Parson . A Canting Scot in thy vile Sermons Preaches , In thy lewd Life the Devil his Doctrin teaches , Thy Flock is Damn'd ; for what confounded Sot VVith not believe the Devil before the Scot ? Vpon the same Burlesque . Now Muse to Laugh recite a Farce on , A Scot from Pedler made a Parson : The Wight who once retail'd Small VVare , Now Trades in Precept and in Pray'r , And grown a Pillar , on that Back Bears up the Church which bore a Pack , Ordain'd by wise and worthy Prelate , As creditable Authors relate , Purely to cool the Spiritual Pride Of all Scotch Holders-forth beside ; For Scot promoted to the Desk , Is on his Brethren a Burlesque No Jest for blind and false Devotion Could e'er be found like Scots Promotion , No Satyr with severer Jerk Could Lash the Universal Kirk A merrier VVight did never drub , Orthodox , Pulpit , or a Tub : His Canting more to Laughter urges , Than ancient Hugh or modern B — s , And makes more Mirth in Church from Pulpit , Than Tony Lee , from Stage in Ful-pit , VVith Hell and Devil and Damnation He can divert his Congregation : His own Wifes Flesh and Blood , his Daughter , Ev'n pisses with excessive Laughter ; She with excessive laughter Pisses , Some Wheeze , some Keck , another Hisses . So when a Grave and Reverend Owl , The Purblind Parson of the Fowl , Does form his Pulpit hollow Tree , ( From whence you just his Head may see ) Hollow a loud Futurity ; The Birds about their Prophet flock To Persecute him or to Mock , And each does variously revile His Grave , Gray Noddle , or his Style . The Two FRIENDS . FReeman and Wild , two young hot Gallants , Fam'd through the Town for swindging Talents , At making or at acting Love , And Beaus too over and above ; Like Friends had a fine Buxom Woman , ( Like Friends indeed , you 'll say ) in common , Now one of these two Sparks attack'd her , So furiously , so like a Hector ; He got a Girl , who to a Tittle , Her Mother's Picture was in little : When both Jack Freeman , and Ned Wild Would own the Fair , the chopping Child ; Both own the Babe , ( and who would not ! ) Sweet as the Sin by which 't was Got ; Ned , that he 's sure he Got her Cries , She has his Dimple and his Eyes : That she was his , Jack Freeman Swore , That she resembled him all o're , The Devil was not more like a Moor : But when at length the Girl began To grow capacious of a Man. Changing their Minds , each Spark chose rather To be the Sinner than the Father : Says Wild to Freeman , Jack , this Lass Is thy own Flesh and Blood ; she has The very Leer of Lewd Jack Freeman , Ad — ds that Sham won't pass on me , Man , ( Cries Freeman to his Brother Wild ) Mine is the Lass , and thine the Child . Says Wild to Freeman thou'lt be Damn'd , 〈◊〉 , ay , Ned , but I won't be sham'd . An Explication of Mr. Tate's Riddle , in the Gentleman's JOURNAL for April . PEople d' ye say , that like Jews ramble , And were produc'd without Love's Gambol , That higgledy , piggledy , lie together , And yet were nere Lampoon'd for 't neithr , Who often Laugh , yet ne're are merry , And whom we ne're Baptise or Bury ! What are these Creatures ? let me see ; Why , surely they must Devils Be. The Dev'l they are ! You 're out , my Friend : Now to this Story pray attend , Which , if 't is well apply'd , will make You rectifie a gross Mistake . In former days when Breoshe , Who was ( as every He or She In Monsieur-Land did fully know ) Intendant of a Puppet Show , His stroling Pigmy Clan transferr'd ( Of which hight Punchinello's Laird ) From Paris to the High-Dutch Hans-Towns , And thence to High-Lands of the Cantons ; Swiss wond'ring to hear Puppet squeak , And see him frisk with Faiery Freak , And then a Boree Dance , and a Jig , Thought ( cunning Dog ! ) this must be Magi Did Breoshe a Conjurer style , ( But surely Swiss was none the while ) Had like t' have truss'd up the poor Fellow , And for a Devil took Punchinello . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A35676-e150 * Names of French Men of War. Apostrophe to the Officers of the Fleet. Return to Mr. Shepherd . Notes for div A35676-e4730 Plato defin'd a Man a two legged thing without Feathers . This was writ upon the false news that the French had rais'd the Siege , upon the Discovery and Execution of some Treacherous Burghers . Notes for div A35676-e7500 This Parson had been formerly a Pedler . Scot is both Gray and Purblind . Notes for div A35676-e8620 Tom. Frank. A43748 ---- Prologue to the Northern lass by J.H. Haines, Joseph, d. 1701. 1684 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A43748 Wing H195 ESTC R8285 12273025 ocm 12273025 58361 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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IF any here , this Prologue , does cry down , Henceforth I 'le not allow one Wit i' th Town : As Houses haunted with ill Spirits , are All Noise , and Lies , such , is our Theatre . Ye talk of Wits , the Devil a Wit is here . Wherefore to let you know What Wit is not , I think can't be amiss , For no man here , I 'me sure , knows what it is . First then , Wit is no Scarf upon Phantastick Hips , Nor an affected Cringe , t' approach the Lips. 'T is not , I gad , O Lord , or , let me die , Nor is it Damme ye Son of a Whore , ye Lie : 'T is not to tell how lewd you were last Night , What Watches , Wenches , Windows felt your spite ; Nor is it an abusive Epilogue , Nor being Drunk , and cry , more Wine ye Dog : 'T is not the Pert , Dull , Nonsense , e'ry day Ye teaze the Gallery Nymphs with , who t' each Play , Like Weavers , with unlawfull Engines , come And manage twenty Shuttles with one Loom ; Whilst honest labourers that use but one , For want of work , lie still , and are undone : 'T is not your Scholar , Trav'ler , nor Math'matician , Poet , nor Player , and faith 't is no Physician : Were I now clapt I were in a sweet condition . 'T is none of these , that , singly , Wit can be , But all in one man meeting 's , Wit ; that 's Me. EPILOGUE . Spoken by Mrs. Butler . Gentlemen , WHEN this Old Play first came upon the Stage , You see 't was e'en like now , a Whoring Age. And youre Forefathers , in those Grandame days , Kind , much like you for Wit , and Vertue praise . Wherefore I mean t' advise you all to Night : Give good attention , Sparks , and profit by 't . I 've long since observ'd , with mighty grief of mind , You 're like my Knight , to Widows much inclin'd : They 're grown a common Vice , Match-maker fell 'em ; Ugly or Old some buy 'em , others steal ' em . Consider by a Youth , well Made , well bred , Much in his Veins , though little in his Head , Shou'd quit Delights , yet hardly well enjoy'd , Shou'd be so soon with Love's sweet Manna cloy'd , And on that Nausious bit , a Widow , venter , That rank Egyptian Flesh-pot with a Joynter . A Widow ! what 's a Widow ? Let me see , Nothing so like a Sapless hollow Tree . And thus the Parallel most aptly holds , The Schreech-Owl's in her Branches when she scolds . She with much Mossy rottenness o'regrown , From her late Husband 's and her own , Who weeds her lives a Prisoner in a Tomb , Decay'd , disquiet , and I 'le smell his Doom . Hee 's haunted all the Day with jealous Sprights , And horrid , due Benevolence a Nights : The poor endeav'ring Creature does his best , Yet the foul Fiend , as greedy as before , Still with unsatiate Fury , yells out more . Which Curse light on you all for your deceiving , While we poor Younlings are too much believing , He who next wrongs a kind yielding Maid , Too apt , by specious Oaths to be betray'd , In recompence for Spoils so basely got , That bottomless pit of Widow be his Lot. Printed for C. Corbet at the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-lane . 1684. A37537 ---- Certain verses written by severall of the authors friends to be re-printed with the second edition of Gondibert. Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A37537 of text R2610 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D991). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 26 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 13 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A37537 Wing D991 ESTC R2610 12076505 ocm 12076505 53641 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A37537) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 53641) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 866:3) Certain verses written by severall of the authors friends to be re-printed with the second edition of Gondibert. Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. Gondibert. 24 p. [s.n.], London : 1653. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Attributed to Sir John Denham. cf. NUC pre-1956. "Gondibert" written by Willaim D'Avenant. eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. A37537 R2610 (Wing D991). civilwar no Certain verses written by severall of the authors friends; to be re-printed with the second edition of Gondibert. [no entry] 1653 3953 25 0 0 0 0 0 63 D The rate of 63 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-05 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-05 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-06 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2002-06 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-07 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion CERTAIN VERSES WRITTEN By severall of the Authors Friends ; TO BE RE-PRINTED WITH THE Second Edition OF GONDIBERT . LONDON , Printed in the Year , 1653. Certain Verses written by several of the Authors Friends , to be reprinted with the second Edition of GONDIBERT . Upon the PREFACE . ROom for the best of Poets heroick , If you 'l believe two Wits and a Stoick ; Down go the Iliads , down go the AEneidos , All must give place to the Gondiberteiados . For to Homer and Virgil he has a just Pique , Because one●s writ in Latin , the other in Greek : Besides an old grudge ( our Critics they say so ) With Ovid , because his Sirname was Naso . If Fiction the fame of a Poet thus raises , What Poets are you that have writ his praises ? But we justly quarrel at this our defeat , You give us a stomach , he gives us no meat . A Preface to no Book , a Porch to no house : Here is the Mountain but where is the Mouse ? But , oh , America must breed up the Brat , From whence 't will return a West - Indy Rat . For Will to Virginia is gone from among us , With thirty two Slaves , to plant Mundungus . Vpon the Prefaece of GONDIBERT . Mar. Epig. Lasciva est nobis Pagina vita proba est . AS Martial's life was grave and sad , Wanting the mirth his Verses had : Even so , this our long Preface shows , What ere we want , our Book has nose . To Sir W. DAVENANT . 1. AFter so many sad mis-haps , Of drinking , riming , and of claps , I pitty most thy last relaps . 2. That having past the Soldiers pains , The States-mens Arts , the Seamens gains . With Gondibert to break thy brains . 3. And so incessantly to ply it , To sacrifice thy sleep , thy diet , Thy businesse ; and what 's more , our quiet . 4. And all this stir to make a story , Not much superior to John Dory , Which thus in brief I lay before ye . 5. All in the land of Lombardie , A Wight there was of Knights degree , Sir Gondibert y●…leap'd was he . 6. ` This Gondibert ( as says our Author ) Got the good will of the Kings daughter , A shame it seems , the Divel ought her . 7. So thus succeeded his Disaster , Being sure of the Daughter of his Master , He chang'd his Princess for a Playster . 8. Of person he was not ungratious , Grave in Debate , in Fight audacious ; But in his Ale most pervicatious . 9. And this was cause of his sad Fate , For in a Drunken-street Debate One night , he got a broken Pate . 10. Then being Cur'd , he would not tarry , But needs this simpling girl would marry Of Astragon the Apothecary . 11. To make the thing yet more Romancie , Both wise and rich you may him fancie ; Yet he in both came short of Plancy . 12. And for the Damsel , he did wooe so , To say the truth , she was but so-so , Not much unlike her of Toboso . 13. Her beauty , though 't was not exceeding , Yet what in Face and shape was needing , She made it up in Parts and Breeding . 14. Though all the Science she was rich in , Both of the Dairy and the Kitchin : Yet she had knowledge more bewitching . 15. For she had learn'd her Fathers skill , Both of th'Alimbick and the Still , The Purge , the Potion , and the Pill . 16. But her chief Talent was a Glister , And such a hand to administer , As on the Breech hath made no blister . 17. So well she handled Gondibert , That though she did not hurt that part , She made a blister on his heart . 18. Into the Garden of her Father : Garden , said I ; or Back-side rather , One night she went a Rose to gather . 19. The Knight he was not far behind , Full soon he had her in the wind ; ( For Love can smell , though he be blind . ) 20. Her businesse she had finish'd scarcely , When on a gentle bed of Parsly Full fair & soft he made her Arse-ly . Vpon the continuation of GONDIBERT . THy Verses feet to run so fast , And thine alas in fetters plac't ; I alwayes thought , and now I see 't , Thy brain 's less itable then thy feet . This , 't is , to be severe to us , For naming Gods and Pegasus . Could'st thou but such a horse have shap't , Thou hadst with gallant Massie scap't , Or couldst thou but frame Gyges Ring , Long since ( poor Will ) th' hadst been a Wing , Thou liest not there for any plot , But 'cause a Poet thou art not . Nor kenst thou Daphne how thy rimes should rage And lift the Poet ore the walled stage : 'T is not a Moat can have the fate or power , To hold the Muses , nor great Caesars Tower , Homer and Virgil both thy back-friends have The priviledge to break out of their grave , And they that slight them must not hope to thrive But lie confin'd and buried alive . Nor think it strange thou art not spar'd , But cast into a Goale unheard , Those antient Bards no better sped , Condemn'd by thee though never read : Naso made Dedalus the Seas to cross , Though the rash Icarus were at a loss . But this our Anti-Naso's Muse doth flutter , Like stubble-goose that scarce gets ore the gutter . These colours that they nere may faile , Were laid in Sack and Northdown Ale . The Author upon himself . I Am old Davenant with my Fustian quill , Though skill I have not . I must be writing still On Gondibert , That is not worth a fart . Waller and Cowly , 't is true , have prais'd my book , But how untruly All they that read may look ; Nor can old Hobbs Defend me from dry bobbs . Then no more I 'le dabble , nor pump fancy dry , To compose a Fable , Shall make Will Crofts to cry , Oh gentle Knight , Thou writ'st to them that shite . A Letter sent to the good Knight . THou hast not been thus long neglected , But we thy four best friends expected , Ere this time thou hadst stood corrected . But since that Planet govenes still , That rules thy tedious Fustian Quill 'Gainst Nature and the Muses will . When by thy friend's advice and care , 'T was hop'd in time thou wouldst despaire To give ten pounds to write it faire . Lest thou to all the world wouldst shew it , We thought it fit to let thee know it , Thou art a damn'd insipid Poet . Vpon Fighting WILL THe King knights Will for fighting on his side , Yet when Will comes for fighting to be try'd , There is not one in all the Armies can Say they ere felt , or saw this fighting man . Strange that the Knight should not be known i' th Field , A Face well charg'd tho nothing in his Shield . Sure fighting Will like Basilisk did ride Among the Troops , and all that saw Will dy'd , Else how could Will for fighting be a Knight , And none alive that ever saw Will fight . In pugnacem Daphnem . Pugnacem Daphnem Rex ordine donat Equestri , Sed quod pugnasset cum foret ille reus , Arma virumque serum se vel sensisse rogatus , Vel vidisse quidem Miles utrinque negat . Tantum equitis mirer campos latuisse per omnes , Insignem vultu Parma sit alba licet , Scilicet aspectu victor Basiliscus obibat Agm●…na sub monstro quae periere novo . Pugnando haud aliter referet calcaria Daphnis , Cui pugnae testis nemo superstes erat . Ad eundem . De titulo ablato non recte Daphni querêris Facti in te causum Daphni Senatus habet . Jwe d●…cus perdis , si vitam ure tueris , Testis abest culpae , testis honoris abest . In Daphnen Causedicum . IT being prov'd that fighting Will nere fought , The Judges straight for other treasons fought . On that , point-blank two witnesses did swear , Such , and such words from his mouth they did hear . In answer to which by a speech Will shows , Alas , that his words are drawn through his nose , Through his nose it was the witnesses cry'd , But Will has none , so again they ly'd . Thus with a lost nose the fame he bears , To have won both his enemies ears , And now by his Poetry sure Will knows How to turn those ears again into nose . The Poet is angry being censured by One he knowes not . DAphne , in scorn , not knows me . In all shows More know Jack Puddin , than Jack Puddin knows . Titulus compitis Londini cum licentia imponendus . A Letter sent out of the Countrey . Monstrū hic horrendum nomine Dapb●… nuperrime captum in Insulas Barbadas contendentem visui Anglorum 〈◊〉 natum , uti ex scriptis placet inter Helvetios , valde enim de rebus istorum gestis , ( quorum ne p●…li pendimus ) animo aestuat ; Londini propugnaculo à Parliamento Anglae incarceratus , non quidem inter 〈◊〉 , sed ferociorum animalium domic●… in lucrum Domini Backster manct ; Philosophorum nonnulli de forma quaerentes , nihil nisi illum non ess●… Elephantem ausi sunt affirmari Ille 〈◊〉 Proboscis deest , sed per nasum trahit , & tamen proh Deorum miracula ) nasum non habet . sed quasi per minima formina nasutum , Ballenae instar , ●…vomit , vomit , quid ni illum Cetum esse ex elogio Germant cujusdam Leviatham satis constat . Vpon the Author . DEnham come help me to laugh at old Daph , Whose fancies are higher than Chaff , He abuses All our Muses , And would it not make a man laugh till he burst , That he would be thought of all Poets the first , That is of all Rimers the worst ? Daphne wert thou not content For to vent Thy fancies without our consent , But hadst the face In thy Preface To laugh at all those that had written before , When we thy best friends to the number of four Advis'd thee to scribble no more . Canto 2. RAis'd by a Prince of Lombard blood , An antick fabrick long hath stood Of Podian flint , and Parian free-stone Mingled as you shall see stone , A part whereof height Cripples Region , Contains of half men a whole Legion , Who still have been from ancient lore For three swift Centuries and more Friends to the Debtors and the Drinkers , And foes unto the Smiths and Clinkers . When in the Churchyard or the Ally , Occasion serves them , forth they sally , Both horse and foot ; but now I wrong'um , There 's neither horse nor foot among'um But those that are for horse accounted , Are on tall woodden Engines mounted , On which in Lombard Autors notion , They abuse the Property of Motion . But for the foot'tis more improper , For they move not on foot , but crupper , And having neither leg nor stump , Advance themselves on hand and rump . A stand they make . A stand d'ye cal 't ? The word , of Art is , make a halt . Then steps forth a Grave Eastern Cripple , One that could fight , and talk , and tipple , Brave friends , quoth he , Power is a liquor , Makes hands more bold , and wit more quicker , It is a tree whose boughs and branches Serve us instead of legs and hanches , It is a Hill to whose command , Men walk by Sea and sail by Land . But what 's our power unless we know it ? And knowledge what ? unless we show it . Behold the Knight who late did marry The daughter of our pothecary , Hurried to durance like a stinkard , By Oswald Smith , and Borgia Clinkard , And him like to a civil sheep , In Gaole ( Nice Statesmens Pound ) they 'l keep . This said , you might have seen ( for such is The force of eloquence ) their crutches Ind●…'d with diligence in th'eys and noses Of such as had them , flames and rose●… Their Nerves of Wyer new heat makes limber , And rage ev n animates their timber . Then as a pack of Regian Hounds Pursuing ore the 〈◊〉 grounds A Tuscan Stag , if in the wind A flock of Brescian sheep they find , Calabrian Swine , or Pagan Goats , In blou●… they bath their Cannon throats , And in the trembling entrails hasten Their well experien●…'d teeth to fasten , With such Croaetion rage the stout Grave Cripples did the Bailiffs rout . Thus rescuing Gondibert they save him , Then to a Berkshire Coachman gave him . The Bailiffs being fled , or dead all , The Knight pulls out an antique meadal , On the reverse whereof was graved , Th' a●…liance betwixt Christ and David . Quoth he of rescu'd Knighthood carry This just reward , broach of Canary , Or Belgian Brande wine the Vessel Wherewith the Argonauts of Tesel , When Mars and Neptune them engages , Inflame their flegmatick courages . He safe return'd here joy and mirth a bounded 'twixt Astragon and Birtha . Thus leave we them in humour jolly : Free from old Roman Melancholy . Thus far in the Authors own words , Now a little in his own way . 1. Sunk near his evening Region was the Sun , ( But though the Sun can near be said to sink , Yet when his beams from our dull eyes are run , He of the Oceans moysture seems to drink . ) ( And though the Ocean be as far remote From him as we , yet such is the false light , Or mortal eye , that though for truth we kn●…w't , We yet believe our own deceiving sight . ) ( Nor without cause ) for what our eyes behold Unto our sence most evident hath been : But still we doubt of things by others told , ( For Faith 's the evident of things not seen . ) 2. When Gondibert and Birtha went to bed , ( For it the Custome was of Lombard Brides , That on the day when they were married , They never slept till Sol his visage hides . ) ( For though bright Sol doth never close his eyes , When he resignes our hemisphere to night , Bold Ethnicks , say , that he with Thetis lyes . And make him but alay adulterous light . ) 3. The Posts were of abstersive Ebony , ( Though no abstersiveness in Posts we find , In powder tane ( the learned not deny ) It cleanses choler , and in pills , breaks wind . ) ( So when a Sword is forg'd of solid Steel , It serves for nothing but to cut and wound , But when to powder turn'd , shy virgins feel It cures green-sickness , & the spleen makes sound . ) 4. The Curtains in well-shadowed colours wrought , ( For though old Astragon his child had bred To his own trade , yet something she was taught By her Nice Mother ( who was gravely dead ) ( His limbeck though the sooty Chymist broke As she past by ( when out th'Elixar flew ) And ( though ) as a grave modern Author spoke The power of Potion , Purge and Pill , she knew . ) ( Yet something had she gain'd of female lore , Though much she was in med'cinal science skild , She and th'experienc'd maid had samplers store , And could the needle or the distaff weild . ) 5. The sheets so nicely fine , none could have thought Them spun from course Batavian Freisters toyls , But by the fingers of Arachne wrought , From the most subtile of the Silkwormes spoyles . There Birtha lay , but when the Knt. drew nigh , She seem'd to fly from what she long'd t' enjoy , Orna her self was not than she more shie , Gartha more nice , nor Rodalind more coy . But when great Natures office was unseal'd Then through Loves limbeck his elixar flew Motion & heat , things stiff as if congeal'd , Dissolv'd to Amber suds , and Rainbow dew . TO DAPHNE . On his Incomparable Incomprehensible Poem GONDIBERT . CHear up small Wits ; now you shall crowned Daphne himself is turn'd into a tree . ( Nor think it strange , for our great Author can be ; Clap stones to Hirmigil , and make her Man : ) Go gather sprigs , nor can you strip him bare ; For all the ancient Wreaths sall to his share . Poor Homer's eyes by his unshaded light Again put out , who bids the world Good-night , And is as much eclips'd by one more blind , As is his by our new Hectors out-shin'd : Virgil , thou hast no Wit , and Naso is More short of Will , than is Will's Nose of his ; Can silence T●…o , and the Fairy - Queen , Thou all by Will unread , and most unseen . Nor shall we ere hear more of great Tom-I humb , For Gondibert and Oswald strike all dumb . Thus then secur'd , thy Babe shall not miscarry , Since all do bow to Fames Fine Secretary . So have I heard the great Leviathan , Let me speak true , and not bely a man , Reign in the Deep and with tyrannick Power Both Costick Codd , and squallid Sprats devour . An Essay in Explanation of Mr. Hobbs , where he tells the Author , The Vertues you distribute there among so many Noble persons , represent the Image but of one Mans Vertue to my Fancy , which is your own , CANTO 1. 1. OF all Ill Poets by their Lumber known , Who nere Fame's favor wore , yet sought them long , Sir Daphne gives precedency to none , And breeds most business for abstersive Song . 2. From untaught Childhood , to mistaking Man , An ill-performing Agent to the Stage ; With Albovin in Lumbar he began , With Gondibert in Lumber ends his rage . 3. Rime was his studied Art ; Rime which was bad ; Rime meant for charms to keep th'devil in aw ; Rime which with Fustian lin'd , & Nonsense clad , More needful is , than Finger , Shirt or Straw . 4. To conquer Reason , Nature's common gift , Fein'd Art , sophisticated Rime devis'd , While those who cannot their weak judgements list To discern sense , and with hard words surpris'd . 5. Yet Laws of Verse rescue but doubtfully From one ill Poet all good Poets fame ; Till against Rime , the wise Rimes help apply , Which soberly tells Will he is to blame . On GONDIBERT . CLose-stools thus made by Astragon we have , That will both singer , drugs , & paper save ; On stool of Ebony , O Reader sit , Or else poor Gondibert will be beshit : For things abstersive will avail , As well to purge , as wipe the Tail . The Poets Hot Coc●…les . THus Poets passing time away , Like Children at Hot cockles play ; All strike by turn , and Will is strook , ( And he lies down that writes a Book . ) Have at thee Will , for now I come , Spread thy hand faire upon thy Bomb , For thy much insolence , bold Bard , And little sense I strike thus hard . Whose hand was that ? 't was Jaspar Mayne ; Nay there you 're out , lie down again . With Gondibert , Preface and all See where the Doctor comes to maul The Authors hand , 't will make him reel ; No , Will lies still and does not feel ; That Book 's so light , 't is all one whether You strike with that , or with a Feather : But room for one new come to Town , That strikes so hard he 'll knock him down : The hand he knows since it the place Has toucht more tender then his face . Important Sheriff , now thou ly'st down We 'll kiss thy Hands , and Clap our own . Preface , page 25. That his writings are adapted to an easie musical Singer , which the Reader may judge by these following Verses . OSwald , Paradin , Rolalind , Hugo , Hubert , Aribert , Hurgonil , Astolpho , Borgia , Goliha , 〈◊〉 . Croatian , Lumbards , Hums , Vasco , Darg●… , Orna , Astragon , Hermogild , ulsinor , O●…go , Thula , Epithetes that will serve for any Substantives either in this part or the next . NIce , Wise , Important , Eager , Grave , Busy . Recorded 〈◊〉 . Abs●…ive , ●…le Roman , Experienc'd . Upon the Authors writing 〈◊〉 name ( as in the Title of his Bock ) D'avenant . AS severall Cities made thier claim Of ●…omers birth to have the same ; So after ages will not want Towns claiming to be Avena●…t . Great doubt there is , where now it lies , Whether in Lombard or the Skies . Some say by Avenant no place is meant , And that this Lombard is without descent ; And as by Bilke men mean ther 's nothing there , So com from Avenant , means from No . where . Thus Will in 〈◊〉 D' Avenant to grace Has made a No ch in 's 〈◊〉 like that in 's face , 〈◊〉 it we●… the Autho●… of Harrigo , Had styl'd himself D'aphne D' Avenantigo . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A37537e-100 Desunt 〈◊〉 . D. of 〈◊〉 Cross and Harp. A womans womb A44643 ---- The duell of the stags a poem / written by the honourable Sir Robert Howard. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2005-03 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2005-03 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-04 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2005-04 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE DUELL OF THE STAGS : A Poem . Written by the Honourable Sir ROBERT HOWARD . In the SAVOY , Printed for Henry Herringman , at the Sign of the Anchor , on the Lower Walk of the New-Exchange . 1668. To His GRACE THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM . MY LORD , I Shou'd beg your pardon , cou'd I apprehend it were an error to present any thing to your Grace which comes from me , to whom I have made so entire a Dedication of my self ; but this advantage appears in all real esteems and friendships , they are as much above the Ceremonies of the world , as the usual Practise of it ; but your Grace has a farther Title to this , being more yours than Mine ; as much as an Image made well shap't and polish't , is more properly due to him that gave it that perfection , then to him that first dig'd the stone out of the Quarry ; it was an ill contriv'd House within , full of Entries and unuseful passages , till your Grace was pleas'd to take them away , and make it Habitable for any Candid opinion . At the same time when your Grace made this your own , you made me more justly yours ; 't was in your Confinement , where after some Concealment of your self , to weigh the Circumstances and Causes of your persecution , you generously expos'd your self to stand all hazards and tryals , from the assurance of your Courage , and advise of your Innocence ; and as your Grace in your adversity has found the advantage of an unshaken Honour , I doubt not but your Prince and Nation will find an equal benefit in your better Fortunes , by your Council and Service , which will always be directed by such a steady vertue ; and may all advantages that you encrease in , and all the Nation receives by you , be equal'd by nothing but the Content of My Lord , Your Graces most Humble and faithful Servant ROBERT HOVVARD . THE DVELL OF THE STAGGS . IN Windsor Forest , before Warr destroy'd , The harmless Pleasures which soft Peace injoy'd ; A mighty Stagg grew Monarch of the Heard , By all his savage Slaves obey'd , and fear'd : And while the Troops about their Soveraign fed , They watch't the awfull nodding of his head . Still as he passeth by , they all remove , Proud in Dominion , Prouder in his Love : [ And while with pride and appetite he swells ; ] He courts no chosen object , but compels : No Subject his lov'd Mistress dares deny , But yields his hopes up to his tyranny . Long had this Prince imperiously thus sway'd , By no set Laws , but by his will obey'd ; His fearful slaves , to full obedience grown , Admire his strength , and dare not use their own . One subject most did his suspicion move , That show'd lest fear , and counterfeited love ; In the best Pastures by his side he fed , Arm'd with two large Militia's on his head : As if he practic'd Majesty , he walk't , And at his nod , he made not haste , but stalk't . By his large shade , he saw how great he was , And his vast Layers on the bended grass . His thoughts as large as his proportion grew , And judg'd himself , as fit for Empire too . Thus to rebellious hopes he swell'd at length , Love and Ambition growing with his strength . This hid ambition his bold Passion showes And from a Subject to a Rival grows . Sollicits all his Princes , fearful Dames , And in his sight Courts with rebellious flames . The Prince sees this with an inflamed eye , But looks are only signes of Majesty : When once a Prince's Will meets a restraint , His power is then esteem'd but his complaint . His Head then shakes , at which th' affrighted Heard , Start to each side ; his Rival not afear'd , Stands by his Mistress side , and stirs not thence , But bids her own his Love , and his Defence . The Quarrel now to a vast height is grown , Both urg'd to fight by Passion , and a Throne ; But Love has most excuse , for all we find Have Passions , though not Thrones alike assign'd . The Soveraign Stagg shaking his loaded head , On which his Scepters with his Arms were spread , Wisely by Nature , there together fix't , Where with the Tytle , the Defence was mixt . The Pace which he advanc'd with to engage , Became at once his Majesty , and Rage : T'other stands still with as much confidence , To make his part seem only his defence . Their heads now meet , and at one blow each strikes , As many strokes , as if a rank of Pikes Grew on his brows , as thick their Antlers stand Which every year kind Nature does disband . Wild Beasts sometimes in peace and quiet are , But Man no season free 's from love or warr . With equal strength they met , as if two oakes Had fell , and mingled with a thousand stroaks . One by Ambition urg'd , t'other Disdain , One to Preserve , the other fought to Gain : The Subjects , and the Mistresses stood by , With Love and Duty to crown Victory : For all Affections wait on prosperous Fame , Not he that climbs , but he that falls , meets shame . While thus with equall Courages they meet , The wounded Earth yields to their strugling feet ; And while one slydes , t'other pursues the fight , And thinks that forc't Retreat looks like a Flight : But then asham'd of his retreat , at length Drives his Foe back , his rage renews his strength . As even weights into a motion thrown , By equall turns , drive themselves up and down ; So somtimes one , then t'other Stag prevails , And Victory yet doubtfull holds the scales . The Prince asham'd to be oppos'd so long , With all his strengh united rushes on ; The Rebel weaker , then at first appears , And from his courage sinks unto his fears . Not able longer to withstand his might , From a Retreat at last steals to a Flight . The mighty Stagg pursues his flying Foe , Till his own pride of Conquest made him slow ; Thought it enough to scorn a thing that flyes , And only now persu'd him with his eyes . The Vanquish'd as he fled , turn'd back his sight Asham'd to flye , and yet affraid to fight : Sometimes his wounds , as his excuse survay'd , Then fled again , and then look back and stay'd : Blush't that his wounds so slight should not deny Strength for a fight , that left him strength to flye . Calls thoughts of Love and Empire to his ayd , But fears more powerful then all those perswade , And yet in spight of them retains his shame , His Cool'd ambition , and his half-quench'd flame . There 's none from their own sense of shame can flye , And dregs of passions dwell with misery . Now to the Shades he bends his feeble course , Despis'd by those , that once Admir'd his force : The wretch that to a scorn'd condition 's thrown , With the Worlds favour , looses too his own . While fawning Troops their Conquering Prince enclos'd Now render'd absolute by being oppos'd ; Princes by disobedience get Command , And by new quench'd Rebellions firmer stand ; Till by the boundless offers of successe , They meet their Fate in ill-us'd happinesse . The vanquish't Stagg to thickest shades repaires , Where he finds safety punish't with his cares ; Thorough the Woods he rushes not , but glides , And from all searches but his own he hides ; Asham'd to live , unwilling yet to loose , That wretched life he knew not how to use . In this retirement thus he liv'd conceal'd , Till with his wounds , his fears were almost heal'd ; His antient passions now began to move , He thought again of Empire , and of Love : Then rouz'd himself , and stretch'd at his full length , Took the large measure of his mighty strength ; Then shook his loaded head ; the shadow too , Shook like a tree , where leaveless branches grew . Stooping to drink , he sees it in the streams , And in the Woods hears clashing of his Beams ; No accident but does alike proclaim His growing strength , and his encreasing shame . Now once again , resolves to try his Fate , ( For Envy always is importunate ; ) And in the Mind perpetually does move , A fit Companion for unquiet Love. He thinks upon his Mighty Enemy Circl'd about with Pow'r , and Luxury . And hop'd his strength might sink in his desires , Remembring he had wasted in such Fires . Yet while he hop'd by them to overcome , He wisht the others fatal joys his own . Thus the unquiet Beast in safety lay , Where nothing was to fear , nor to obey ; Where he alone Commanded , and was Lord , Of every Bounty , Nature did afford , Choose feasts for every Arbitrary sense , An Empire in the state of Innocence . But all the Feasts , Nature before him plac't , Had but faint relishes to his lost taste . Sick minds , like Bodies in a Feaver spent , Turns Food to the Disease , not Nourishment . Sometimes he stole abroad , and shrinking stood , Under the shelter of the friendly Wood ; Casting his envious eyes towards those Plains Where with Crown'd Joys , his Mighty Rival Reigns . He saw th' obeying Herd marching along , And weigh'd his Rivals Greatness by the Throng . Want , takes false measures , both of power , and joys , And envy'd Greatness is but Crowd , and Noise . Not able to endure this hated sight , Back to the Shades he flies to seek out Night . Like exiles from their Native soils , though sent To better Countreys , think it Banishment . Here he enjoy'd , what 'tother could have there , The Woods as Shady , and the Streams as Cleer , The Pastures more untainted where he fed , And every night , chose out an unprest Bed. But then his lab'ring soul with Dreams was prest , And found the greatest wearyness in Rest ; His dreadful Rival in his sleep appears , And in his Dreams again , he fights , and fears : Shrinks at the stroaks of t'others Mighty Head , Feels every wound , and dreams how fast he fled . At this he wakes , and with his fearful eyes , Salutes the Light , that Fleet the Eastern Skies . Still half amaz'd , looks round , and held by fear , Scarce can Believe , no Enemy was neer . But when he saw his heedless fears were brought , Not by a Substance , but a drowzy Thought , His ample sides he shakes , from whence the Dew In scatter'd showers , like driven Tempests flew . At which , through all his Breast new boldness spread , And with his Courage , rais'd his Mighty Head. Then by his Love inspir'd , resolves to try The Combat now , and overcome , or die . Every weak Passion sometimes is above The fear of Death , much more the Noblest Love. By Hope 't is scorn'd , and by dispair 't is sought , Persu'd by Honour , and by sorrow brought . Resolv'd the paths of danger now to tread , From his scorn'd shelter , and his fears , he fled . With a brave haste now seeks a second Fight , Redeems the base one by a Noble flight . In the mean time , the Conqueror injoy'd That Power by which he was to be destroy'd . How hard 't is for the Prosperous to see , That Fate which waits on Power , and Victory . Thus he securely Raign'd , when in a Rout , He saw th ▪ affrighted Heard flying about ; As if some Huntsmen did their Chase Pursue , About themselves in scatter'd Rings they flew . He like a careful Monarch , rais'd his Head , To see what Cause that strange disturbance bred ; But when the searcht-out Cause appear'd no more , Then from a Slave , he had o'recome before , A bold disdain did in his Looks appear , And shook his Aweful Head to chide their Fear . The Herd afraid of Friend and Enemy , Shrink from the one , and from the other Fly ; They scarce know which they should obey , or trust , Since Fortune only makes it safe and just . Yet in despight of all his Pride , he staid , And this unlookt for Chance with trouble weigh'd . His Rage , and his Contempt alike , swell'd high , And onely fear'd his Enemy should Flie ; He thought of former Conquest , and from thence Couzn'd himself into a Confidence . T'other that saw his Conqueror so neer , Stood still and listned to a whisp'ring fear ; From whence he heard his Conquest , and his shame ; But new-born Hopes his antient fears o'recame . The Mighty Enemies now met at length , With equal Fury , though not equal Strength ; For now , too late , the Conqueror did find , That all was wasted in him but his Mind . His Courage in his Weakness yet prevails , As a bold Pilot steers with tatter'd Sails ; And Cordage crackt , directs no steddy Course , Carry'd by Resolution , more then Force . Before his once scorn'd Enemy he reels , His Wounds encreasing with his Shame , he feels The others strength , more from his weakness grows , And with one furious push , his Rival throws . So a tall Oak , the pride of all the Wood , That long th' Assault of several storms had stood ; Till by a Mighty Blast more pow'rfully pusht , His Root 's torn up , and to the Earth he rusht . Yet then he rais'd his Head , on which there Grew Once , all his Power , and all his Title too ; Unable now to rise , and less to fight , He rais'd those Scepters to demand his Right : But such weak Arguments prevail with none , To plead their Titles , when their Power is gone . His Head now sinks , and with it all defence , Not only rob'd of Power , but Pretence . Wounds upon wounds , the Conqueror still gives , And thinks himself unsafe , while t'other lives : Unhappy State of such as wear a Crown Fortune can never lay 'em gently down . Now to the most scorn'd Remedy he flies , And for some pitty seems to move his Eyes ; Pitty , by which the best of virtue's Try'd , To wretched Princes ever is deny'd . There is a Debt to Fortune , which they pay For all their Greatness , by no Common way . The flatt'ring Troops unto the Victor fly , And own his Tytle to his Victory ; The faith of most , with Fortune does decline , Duty 's but Fear , and Conscience but Design . The Victor now , proud in his great success , Hastes to enjoy his fatal Happiness ; Forgot his Mighty Rival was destroy'd By that , which he so fondly now enjoy'd . In Passions , thus Nature her self enjoys , Sometimes preserves , and then again destroys ; Yet all destruction which revenge can move , Time or Ambition , is supyly'd by Love. FINIS . A31143 ---- The Harmony of the muses, or, The gentlemans and ladies choisest recreation full of various, pure and transcendent wit : containing severall excellent poems, some fancies of love, some of disdain, and all the subjects incident to the passionate affections either of men or women / heretofore written by those unimitable masters of learning and invention, Dr. Joh. Donn, Dr. Hen. King, Dr. W. Stroad [et al]. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A31143 of text R9732 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C105). 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"To the readers" signed: R.C., Esq. "Never before published" Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. eng English poetry -- 17th century. A31143 R9732 (Wing C105). civilwar no The harmony of the Muses: or, The gentlemans and ladies choisest recreation; full of various, pure, and transcendent wit. Containing several [no entry] 1654 24268 130 0 0 0 0 0 54 D The rate of 54 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2003-05 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-05 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-11 Ben Griffin Sampled and proofread 2004-11 Ben Griffin Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The Frontispiece . SCulptures are useless here , or Lines in prayse , The Soul of Poetry slights all weaker Bayes ; As Sol invested in his best Array , Takes not , but gives more glory to the day , With 's livening Beams gladding the teeming Earth , To Budds , to Blossoms , and to Flow'rs gives Birth : So do these three times three in Harmony Give Birth to Arts , new life to Poetry . Love offers here his Quiver , and his Bow , Vowing henceforth he will a Pigrim go Vnto the Muses Temple , there to joyne In Diapasons with these Sacred Nine . Apollo here new-strings his golden Lyre , And wise Minerva sings unto this Quire : Venus slights Mars , not deigning once to look On any other Object , but this Book . THE HARMONY OF THE MUSES : OR , The Gentlemans and Ladies Choisest Recreation ; Full of various , pure , and transcendent Wit . Containing severall excellent Poems ; Some , Fancies of Love , some of Disdain , and all the subjects incident to the passionate Affections either of men or women . Heretofore written by those unimitable Masters of Learning and Invention , Dr. Joh. Donn Dr. Hen. King Dr. W. Stroad Sr. Kenelm Digby Mr. Ben. Johnson , Mr. Fra. Beamont J. Cleveland T. Randolph T. Carew . And others of the most refined Wits of those TIMES . Never before Published . London , Printed by T. W. for William Gilbertson at the sign of the Bible in Giltspur-street without Newgate . 1654. TO THE READERS . THere needs no Commendatory Epistle to perswade you to the entertaining of this Book ; The onely Names of the Authours are eloquent enough : It were unnecessary Art and labour to indeavor to present unto you the Transcendent height of their meritorious Pens , and with what delight beauty they have crowned Poetry , which is the Beauty and Delight of Learning . Poetry in their dayes flourished , and they flourished with it , and gave a Crown unto that which hath crowned them with Honor , and perpetuall Fame . The Genius of those times produced many incomparable Witts , who being excellent in themselves , in a noble emulation , contended who should 〈◊〉 each other . From hence it is we have so many admirable Pi●ces of Perfection derived to us , every Subject , in every particular , being so choicely handled , that what room is left unto Posterity , is rather to admire and imitate , then to equall them . There were never in one Age so many contemporary Patterns of Invention , or ever Witt that wrought higher or cleerer . For though our homely Progenitors , with too vain admiration were accustomed to prosecute the Issues of out-landish Witts , and believed nothing to be exquisite , but what came from France or Italy ; yet this Age by Experience hath found , that without the least Imitation , we have given them Examples of our own , and excelled them as much in soundness as in Beauty . If any shall object , that here and there the Fancy seems some time too loose for such Reverend Names , let him impute it to the lightness of the Subject , and to the heat and vigour of their early Witts , when first those Ayres were breathed forth . The Fancyes of so many letter'd and unequalled men are here united into one Piece , and do challenge as much your applause , as entertainment ; And being never before made publick , you may be the more oblieged to take notice of them , and to gratulate the friendly hand that travelled in this Collection , which was onely but to please you . Farewell , Yours devoted , R. C. Esq THE HARMONY OF THE MUSES . On the Choice of a Mistris . WHen I do love , my Mistris must be fair , Yet not extreamly , so shall I dispaire : When I do Love , my Mistris must be wise , Yet not all Wit , I 'le not be so precize : When I do love , my Mistris chaste must be , Not obstinate , for then shee 's not for me ; For when I love , my Mistris must be kind , Yet not before I her with Merit bind ; Shee whom I love , needs not for to be rich , For Vertue , and not wealth , doth me bewitch ; She whom I love , must once have lov'd before , For meeting equall , we may love the more : And to conclude , my Mistris must be young , And last , what 's hardest , not have too much toung . An Elegie made by I. D. COme Maddam come , all stay my powers deny , Untill I labour , I in labour ly The foe oft-times having the foe in sight , Is tir'd with standing , though he never fight : Off with your girdle , like heaven's Zone glistering But a far fairer World incompasing . Un●in that spangled breast-plate which you wear , That eyes of busy fools may be stopt there . Unlace your self , for that Harmonious chime Tell 's me from you , that now it is bed-time . Off with that happy busk , which I envie , That still can be , and still can stand so nie . Your gown going off , such beauteous state reveals , As when from flowery meads hills shadows steales . Off with that wiery Corronet , and show The happier diadem , which on you doth grow . Off with those shoo● , that thou may'st safely tread In this ( Loves hallowed Temple ) this soft bed . In such white roabs , heavens Angels use to be Receiv'd by men ; thou Angels bringst with thee . A heavenly Mahomet● Paradice ▪ and though Ill spirits walke in white , wee easily know By this , these Angels from an evill sprite , They set our hairs , b●● these our flesh upright . Licence my roving hands , and let them goe Behind , before , above , between , belowe . O my Americka ! my New-found-Land ! The Kingdom's safest , when by one man man'd : My Mine of precious stones ! my Emperie ! How bl●st am I in this discovering thee . To enter into these bonds , is to be free , Then where my hand is set , my seal shall bee ; As souls in bodies , bodyes uncloath's must bee To taste these joyes ; Those Jems you Women use Are as Atlanta's Balls cast in mens views , That when a fools eye lighteth on a Jem , His earthly soul may covet theirs , not them : Like Pictures , or like Books gay covering made For Lay-men , are all Women thus array'd : Themselves are Mistick bodies , which hourly we ( Whom their imputed grace will dignifie ) Must see reveal'd : then since that I may know ( As liberally ) as to a Mid-wife show Thy self ; Cast you all this white Linnen hence , There is no Pennance due to Innocence ; To teach thee , I am naked first ; Why than Needst thou to have more covering then a man . The Rapture , by J. D. IS she not wondrous fair ? but yet I see She is so much too fair , too sweet for me : That I forget my self , and a new fire Hath taught me not to love , but to admire ! Just as the Sun , methinks I see her face , Which I may gaze upon , but not imbrace : For 't is heavens pleasure sure she should be sent As pure to heaven again , as she was lent To us ; And bids us , as we hope for bliss , Not to profane her with one mortall kisse ; Then how cold growes my love , and oh how lot ! O how I love her , how I love her not : Thus doth my Ague-love torment by turns , Now well-nigh friezeth , now again it burns . The Extreames , by T. C. I Le gaze no more on her bewitching face , Sure ruin harbours there in every place : I le view no more those cruel eyes of hers , Which pleas'd or angry , still are Murtherers : For my enchanted soul , alas she drowns , With Calms and Tempests of her smiles & frowns . If she but dart ( as lightning ) through the ayre Her beams of warmth , they 'le kill me with despair If she behold me with a pleasant eye , I surfeit with excess of joy , and die . A Sonnet . THe World is nothing but inconstancie , How can it be ought else ; when 'bove the sky Adultery is committed : mark these twins , Earth , Ayre , and Water are heavens Concubines : The Lustfull Sun ingendereth with the earth , And she , as fruitfull , yeelds a happy birth Of plants , of hearbs , of flowers : the labouring skies Hurl hail-stones in the sea , the surges rise , Swell , toss and wallow , like the throwes of paine , And monthly are delivered in the Maine . The false Moon hath her changes ; why should men Weak-temper'd Women then so much contemn : If that the essentiall Powers congeminate , How can this Earthly but incorporate ? Man's Miserie , by Dr. K. ILl busied man ! why dost thou take such care To lengthen out thy lifes short Callender ? When every spectacle thou lookst upon Presents and acts thine execution : Each dropping Season , and each flowre doth crie Fool , as I fade and wither , thou must die . The beating of the pulse , when thou art well , Is just the towling of thy passing-bell . Night is the Hearse , whose sable Canopie Covers alike diseased day and thee . And all those weeping dews that nightly fall , Are but as tears shed at thy funerall . The Surfeit . DIsdain me still , that I may ever love , For who his Love injoyes , can love no more ; War but now past , with ease men cowards prove , And ships return'd do rot upon the shore . Then though thou frown , I 'le say thou art most fair , And still I le love , though still I must dispair . As heat to life , so is desire to love ; And those once gone , both love ▪ and life are done , Let not my sighs and tears thy vertue move ; Like baser Mettalls , do not melt so soone . Laugh at my woes , although I ever mourne , Love sufeits if enjoy'd , and turns to scorne . To his Mistris . HEre let me War , in these Armes let me lie , ●ere let me parly , better , bleed and die ; Thy Arms imprison me , and my arms thee , Thy heart my ransom is , take mine for thee : Other men war , that they their rest may gaine , And we will rest , that we may fight againe ; Those warres the Ignorant , these the experienc'd prove , There we are alwayes under , here above . There Engins a farr off move a just feare , But Thrusts , Pricks , Stabs ; nay , bullets hurt not here : There lies are wrong ; here wee 'l uprightly lie ; There men kill men ; wee 'l make one by and by : There nothing ; I not halfe so much can do In these Warres , as they which from us two Shall spring ; thousands we see which travell not To warres , but stay at home , swords , guns and shot D● make for others ; Shall not I do then More glorious service , staying to make men . An Incouragement for young Lovers . LOve 's like a game at Tables , where the dy Of womens mindes doth by affection flie : If once you catch their fancie at a blot , 'T is ten to one if that you enter not : However , like a gamester boldly venter , And where you see the Point lie open , enter : But mark it well , for by false play then , Do what you can , they will be bearing men . The choice of a Mistris . HEr for a Mistris , faine would I enjoy , That hangs the lip , and pouts at every toy , Speaks like a wag , is fair , dare boldly stand , And rear Loves Standard with a wanton hand , Who in loves fight , for one blow gives me three , And being stab'd , falls streight to kissing me ; For if she wants the Tricks of Venerie , Were 't Venus self , I would not love her , I , If she be modest , wise , and chast of life , Hang her ; shee 's good for nothing , but a wife . To Mr. J. W. a Parson in Devon . Inviting him to come up to London . By Joh. Myns . HOw now Iohn , what is 't the care Of thy small Flock that keeps thee there ? Or hath the Bishop in a rage Forbid thy comming on our Stage ? Or wantst thou coyne , or wantst thou steed ; These are Impediments indeed : Now for thy Flock , the Sexton may In due time ring , and let them pray : The Bishop with an offering , Will be brought to any thing . For two Sermons by the way , Will Host and Hostis , Tapster pay : A willing mind pawns Wedding ring , Books , Wife , Children , Gown , any thing , Nought unattempted , nought too deare To see such friends as thou hast here : For want of Coyne , I oft see Vick Trudge up the Town with hazzel stick . I met a Priest upon th' way , Rid in a Waggon the other day , Who told me that the venter'd forth With one Tythe-Pigg of little worth , With which , and saying grace at food , And praying for Lord Carriers good , He had arrived at 's journeys end , Without a penny , or a Friend ; And what great business dost thou think , Onely to see a friend and drink : One friend , why thou hast hundreds here , That can make thee far greater cheere . Ships lately from the Iland came , VVith Wine thou never knewst the name . Montefiasco , Frantiniack , Leaticum , and that Old Sack Young Herrick took to entertaine The Muses to his sprightly veine . Come , come , and leave thy Muddy Ale , That serves but for an old Wives tale , And now and then to break a jeast At some poor silly neighbors feast . Come quickly then , and learne to see Thy friends expect thy Witt and thee : And though thou canst not come in state On Cammels back , like Coriate , Imagine that the Pack-horse bee The Cammell in his book you see ; I know thou hast a fancy can Conceive thy guide a Caravan : Rather then stay , speak Treason there , And come at Charges of the shire ; A London Goale , with friends and chink Is worth your Viccaridge Iohn I think . But if besotted with that One Thou hast of Ten , stay there alone , And too too late repent and cry Thou hast lost thy friends , and 'mongst them I. A Farewell to the World by Sir K. D. FArewell you gilded follies , pleasing troubles , Farewel ye honourd rags , ve chrystal bubbles ; Fame is but hollow eccho , Gold but clay , Honour the darling but of one short day , Beauties chief Idol but a Damask skin , State but a golden prison to keep in , And torture free-born minds ; embroidered trains Meerly but Pageants ; proudly swelling Veines , And bloud ally'd to greatness , is but loan , Inherited , and purchast , not her own ; Fame , Riches , Honor , Beauty , State , Trains , Birth , Are but the fading blessings of the earth : I would be great , but see the Sun doth still , Level his beams against the rising hill : I would be rich , but see man too unkind , Digs in the bowels of the richest Mine : I would be fair , but see the Champion proud , The worlds fair eye , oft setting in a cloud : I would be wise , but that the Fox I see Suspected guilty , when the Asse goes free : I would be poor , but see the humble grasse , Trampled upon by each unworthy Asse : Rich hated , wise suspected , scorn'd if poor , Great feared , fair tempted , high envied more . Would the world now adopt me for her heir , Would Beauties Queen entitle me the fair , Fame speak me Honours Minion , could I vie Angels with India , with a speaking eye , Command bare heads , bowed knees , strike Justice dumb As well as blind and lame , to give a tongue To stones by Epitaphs , to be call'd great Master In the loose Lines of every Po●taster ; Could I be more then any man that lives , Great , wise , rich , fair , in all suparlatives , I count one minute of my holy treasure Beyond so much of all this empty pleasure ; Welcome pure thoughts , welcom ye careless grove These are my guests , this is my cour●age love ; The winged people of the sky shall sing My Anthemes , by my servants , gentle Springs ; A Prayer-book shall be my Looking-glasse , Wherein I will adore sweet Vertues face ; Here dwels no heatfull loves , no palsie fears , No short joyes purchast with eternal tears : Here will I sigh , and sing my hot youths folly , An learn to affect an holy Melancholy ; And if contentment be a stranger , then I le never look for 't but in Heaven agen . An Elgie by Dr. K. occasioned by his owne sicknesse . WEll did the Prophet a●k , Lord what is man ? Implying by the question , that none can But God resolve the doubt , much less define , What Elements this child of dust combine . Man is a stranger to himself , and knowes Nothing so natural , as his own woes ; He loves to travel countries , and confer The Signes of vast Heavens Diameter ; Delights to sit in Niles or Betis lap , Before he sayleth over his own Map ; By which meanes he returns , his Travels spent , Less knowing of himself then when he went , Who knowledge hunts , kept under forreign locks May bring home wit to hold a Paradox , Yet be●ools still : Therefore might I advise , I would inform the Soul before the eyes . Make man into his proper opticks look , And so become the Student , and the Book : With his conception his first leaf begin , What is he there , but complicated sin ? When Viper time , and the approaching birth Ranks him among the creatures of the earth ; His wayling Mother sends him forth to greet The World , wrapt in a bloudy winding-sheet , As if he came into the world to crave No place to dwell in , but bespeak a Grave ; Thus like a red or tempest boading morn , His dawning is , for being newly born , He hailes the evening tempest with shriek cryes , And fines for his admission with wet eyes . How should that plant whose leaf is bath'd in tears , Bare but a bitter fruit in elder years ? Just such is his ; and his maturer age , Teems with the event more sad then the presage ; For view him higher then his childhoods span , Is raised up to Youths Miridian , When he goes proudly laden with the fruit , Which health , or strength , or beauty contribute ; That as the mounted Canon batters down The Towers and goodly structures of a Town ; So one short sickness will his force defeat , And his frail Cittadel to Rubbish beat . How doth a Dropsie melt him to a flood , Making each vein run water more then blood ? A Collick racks him like a Northern gust , And raging Feavers crumble him to dust . In which unhappy he is made worse By his diseases , then his Makers curse . God said , with toils & sweat he should earn bread , And without labour not be nourished : Here ( though like ropes of falling dew ) his sweat Hangs on his labouring brow , he cannot eat : Thus are his sins scourg'd in opposing theames , And Luxuries revenged in the extreams : He who in health could never be content With varieties fetcht from each element , Is now much more afflicted to delight His tastless pallet , and lost appetite : Besides , though God ordain'd , that with the light Man should begin his work , yet he made night For his repose , in which the weary sense , Repairs it self by rests soft recompence ; But now his watchfull nights and troubled dayes , Confused heaps of fear and fancies raise : His chamber seems a loose and trembling Mine , His pillow quilted with a Porcupine ; Pain makes his downy Couch , sharp thorns appear And every feather pricks him like a spear ; Thus when all stormes of death about him keep , He copies death in any form but sleep ; Poor walking Clay , hast thou a mind to know , To what unblest beginnings thou dost owe Thy wretched self ; fall sick a while , and then Thou wilt conceive the Pedigree of men ; Learn shalt thou then from thine Anatomy , That earth thy Mother , worms thy sisters be ; That he is a short-liv'd vapour upward wrought , And by corruption into nothing brought ; A staggering meteor by cross Planets beat , Which often reels , and falls before his seat ; A Tree that withers faster then it growes , A Torch put out by every wind that blowes , A web of forty weeks , spun out in pain , And in a moment ravel'd out again ; This is the model of frail man , then say , That his duration 's only for a day , And in that day more fits of changes pass , Then Attomes run in the turn'd Hower-glass , So that the incessant cares which life invade , Might for strange truth their Heresies perswade , Who did maintain that humane souls were sent , Into the body for their punishment ; At least with that Greek sage still make us cry , Not to be born , or being born , to dy . Of Love and Death . AS Love and Death once travel'd on the way , They met together , and together lay Both in a bed ; when Love for all his heat , Found in the night Death's coldness was so great , That all his flames could hardly keep him warm , Betimes he rose , and speedily did arm His naked body , but through too much haste , Som of Deaths shafts he took , neer his being plac'd Leaving behind him many of his own , Which change to him , being blind , is stil unknown Through which mistaking , and his want of eyes , A double wrong to Nature did arise ; For when Love thinks to inflame a youthful heart With his own shafts , he kils with deaths cold dart ; So Death intending to strike old Age dead , Shoots one of Love's Darts with a golden head ; And this appears to me the reason why , Old men do fall in love , and young men die . Waltham Pool . In praise of black Women ; by T. R. IF shadows be a Pictures excellence , And makes the shew more glorious to the sense ; If Stars in the bright day be hid from sight , And shine more glorious in Masque of night , Why should you think rare creaturs that you lack Perfections , cause your hair and eyes be black ; Or that your Beauty , which so far exceeds , The new sprung Lillies in their Maidenheads , The cherry colour of your cheeks and lips , Should by that darknes suffer an eclips ; Nay , 't is not fit that Nature should have made So bright a Sun to shine without some shade ; It seems that Nature when she first did fancy Your rare Composure , studied Negromancy , And when to you those things she did impart , She used altogether the Black Art ; She drew the Magick Circle in your eyes , And made your hair the chains wherein she ties Rebellious hearts : those blew veins which appear Turn'd in Meanders like to either Sphear , Misterious figures are ; and when you list , Your voyce commandeth like an Exorcist ; O! if in Magick you have power so far , Vouchsafe me to be your Familiar . Nor hath kind Nature her black Art reveal'd On outward parts above , some lie conceal'd , As by the Spring head men oft times may know The nature of the streames that run below , So your black hair and eyes do give direction , To make me think the rest of like complection , The rest where all rest lies that blesseth man , That Indian Mine , that Streight of Magollan , That world-dividing gulf , which who so venters With swelling sayles and ravisht senses , enters Into a world of bliss , pardon I pray , If my rude Muse presumes for to display Secrets unknown , or hath her bounds ore-past , In praysing sweetness which she ne'r shall tast ; Starv'd men know there is food , & blind men may Though hid from them , yet know there is a day . A Rover in the mark his Arrow sticks Sometimes as well as he that shoots at pricks ; But if I might direct my shaft aright , The black mark would I hit , and not the white . Loves Elizium . I Will enjoy thee now , my Caelia , come , And flye with me to Loves Elizium , The Giant Honor that keeps Cowards out , Is but a Masker , and the servile Rout Of baser subjects , onely bend in vain , To the vast I doll , whilst the Nobler strain Of valiant Lovers daily sayle between Thy huge Colossus legs , and pass unseen Unto the blissful shore , be bold and wise , And we shall enter ; the grim Switz denies Only tame fools a passage , who not know He is but form , and only frights in show ; The duller eyes which look from far draw neer , And thou shalt scorn what we were wont to fear ; We shall see how the stalking Pageant goes With borrowed legs , a heavy load to those That made and bear him , not ere we our thought , The seed of gods , but a weak model wrought By greedy men , that seek to inclose the Common , And within private arms impale free woman ; Come then , and mounted on the wings of Love , Wee 'l cut the fleeting ayre , and soar above The Monsters head , and in the Noblest seat Of those blest shades , quench and renew our heat : There shall the Ce●een of Love and innocense , Beauty and Nature banish all offence From our close twines , there I 'le behold Thy bared snow , and thy unbreaded Gold , There my unfranchis'd hand on every side , Shall o're thy naked polisht body slide , No curtaln there ( though ) of transparent Lawn , Before thy Virgin treasure shall be drawn , But the rich Mine to the inquiring eye Expos'd , shall ready still for Mintage lye , And we will coyn young Cupids , there a-bed Of Roses and fresh Mirtils shall be spread , Under the cooling shady Cypres Groves , Our pillow of the Down of Venus Doves , Whereon our panting limbs we 'l gently lay , In the faint respit of our active play , That so our slumbers may in dreams have leisure , To tell the nimble fancy of past pleasure , And so our souls that cannot be imbraste , Shall the embraces of our bodies taste ; Mean time the bubling stream shal court the shore , The enamour'd cherping wood-quire shall adore , In varied tunes the Deity of Love , Gentle blasts of Western winds shal move The trembling leavs , & through their close bowes breath Still Musick , whilst we restore our selves beneath , Their dancing shades , till a soft murmur sent From soules entranc't in amorous languishment , Rouse us , and shoot into our souls new fire , Till we in their sweet extasie expire ; Then as the empty Bee , that late●● bore , Into the common treasure all her ●tore , Flyes'bout the painted fields with nimble wings , Deflowring the fresh Virgins of the Springs ; So will I rifle all the sweets that dwell In thy delicious Paradice , and swell In ruggs of Honey , drawn forth by the power Of servent kisses , from each spicie Bower ; I le seize the Rose-buds in the perfum'd bed , The Violet knots like curious Mazes spread , Through al the Gardens tast the ripened Cherries The warm firm Apples tipt with crimson berries , Then will I visit with a wandring kiss , The Vail of Lillies , and the bower of bliss , And where the beautious Region doth divide , Into two milkey wayes my lips shall slide Down those smooth Allies , wearing as I go , A Track for Lovers in the printed snow ; Then climbing o're the swelling Appenine , Retire into the Grove of Egliantine , Where I will all those ravish'd sweets distill , ( skil , Through Loves moyst Limbeck , & with Chymick From the mixt mass of our soveraign Balm derive And bring the great Elixar to the Hive ; Now in more subtler Wreathes I will intwine My sinewy thighes , my legs and arms with thine , Thou like a sea of Milk shall lye display'd , Whilst I the smooth calm Ocean do invade With such a tempest , as when Iove of old , Set down with Danae in a shower of Gold ; Yet my tall Pine shall in thy Cyprian strait , Ride safe at Anchor , and unlade his fraight , My Rudder with thy bold hand , like a tri'd And skilful Pylot , thou shalt steer , and guide My Bark into Loves channel , where it shall Dance , as the bounding waves do rise and fall , Then shall thy twining arms embrace and clip My naked body , and thy balmed lip Bathe me in juice of kisses , whose perfume , Like a Religious Incense shall consume , And send up holy vapours to those powers , That bless our Loves , & crown our happy howrs , That with such Halcian joyes do fix our souls , In sted fast peace , that no annoy controuls ; There no rude sounds frights us with suddē starts , No jealous ecchoes there shall gripe our hearts , Suck our discourse in , nor are we betray'd To Rivals , by the bribed Chamber maid ; No Wedlocks bond untwist our unreacht loves , We seek no midnight Arbours , no dark groves , To hide our kisses ; There the hated name Of husband , wife , lust , modest , chaste , or shame , Are vain and empty words , whose very sound , Was never heard in the Elizian ground ; All things are lawful there that may delight Nature , or unrestrained Appetite , Like , and enjoy , to will , and not his own , We onely sin when Loves Rights are undone ; The Romane Lucrece there heard the divine Lectures of Love , Great Master Aratine , And knows as well as Lais how to move , Her pliant body in the act of Love , To quench the burning Ravisher , she hurls Her limbs into a thousand winding curls , And studies artful policies , such as be Carv'd on the bark of every neighbouring tree , By learned hands , that so adorn the rine Of those fair plants , which as they lye in twine , Have flam'd their glowing fires , the Grecian Dame , That in her endless well sought for a name , As fruitless as her work , doth now display , Her self before the Youth of Ithaca , And the amorous Games of sportful nights prefer Before dull dreams of the lost traveller ; Daphne hath broke her bark , and that swift foot , Which the angry God had fastned to the root , To the fixt earth , doth now unfetter'd run , To meet the imbraces of the youthful Sun , She hangs upon him like the Delphick Lyre , Her kisses blow the old , and breath new fire ; Full of her God , she sings inspired Layes , Soft Odes of Love , such as deserve the Bayes , Which she her self was next her Lawrellies , In Petrarchs learned arms , drying those eyes , Which did in such smooth sweet numbers flow , Which made the world enamour'd of his wo ; These , and ten thousand beauties more that died Slaves to the Tyrant ; now enlarg'd deride His cansell'd Lawes , and for their time mispent , Paying to Love's Exchequer double rent : Come then my Caelia , wee 'l no more forbeare To taste our Joyes struck with a pannick feare , But will depose from his terrestriall sway , This proud usurper , and walke free as they With necks unyoak'd ; Nor is it just that he Should fetter your soft sex with Chastitie , Whom nature made unapt for abstinence , When yet the false imposture can dispence With humane Justice , and with sacred right , And maugre both their laws command me fight With rivalls , or with emmulous Loves , that dare Equall with thine , his Mistris eyes or haire : If thou complaine of wrong , and call my sword To carve but thy revenge ; upon that word , He bids me fight , and kill , or else he brands With mark of infamy my coward hands : And yet Religion bids from blood-shed fly , And damns me for the act ; then tell me why This Goblin Honor , the World so adores , Should make men Athiests , & not women whores . T●a Wench desiring Money . AS fair as she that made two husbands jar , Raising 'twixt Troy & Greece a ten years war As white as feather'd Laeda , great Ioves rape , She that was chang'd into a Swan-like shape : As red as is the Emony , even so bright Wer 't thou my Love , that which the Poets write Of metamo●●hos'd Iove , how oft love changd him , And from his own celestial shape estrang'd him Into an Eagle , or Bull , I fear lest he , Should fr● high Heaven likewise descend on thee . I am not jealous now , my thoughts are vanisht , And the hot ardor of affection banisht ; My fire is cool'd , reason assumes the place , And now methinks thou hast not thine own face ; Dost thou demand why I am chang'd , behold , The cause , I le tell thee , thou dost ask me gold , Thou look'st that for my pleasure I should pay , And that alone still frighteth me away ; Whilst thou wert simple , and in all things kind , I with thy sweet content did like thy mind , Now thou art cuning grown , what has that gaind ? Thy bodies beauty by thy mind is stain'd : Look on the beasts that in the Medows play , Shall women bear more savage minds then they ? What gifts do Kine from the rude Bull enforce ? What rate demands the Mare fro the proud horse ? Or from the Ram the Ewe ? they couple twice , Ere once they do debate upon a price ; Women have learn'd alone to bargain well , Their pleasures born with them alone they sell , Alone they prize the night , and at a rate Chaffer themselvs with strangers ; O vild state ! Alone for mutuall pastime , coyn they crave , And e'r they sport , ask first , What shall I have ? That which delighteth both , to which both run , And ( but by joint assistance ) is not done , The pleasures which on even terms we try , Why should one party sell , the other buy ? Why should the sweets which we alike sustain , To me be double loss , thee double gain ? That which comes freely , much by that we set , Thou giv'st it me , and I am still in debt ; Love that is hir'd , is plainly sold and bought , Thou hast thy price , and then I owe thee nought : Then O ye fair ones , all such thoughts expell , What Nature freely gives you , spare to sell ; Let not your bodies to base lust be lent , Goods lewdly got , are ever loosly spent . A Sonnet . WHy do we love these things which we call women , Which are like feathers , blown in every wind ? Regarding least those men do most esteem them ; And most deceitfull when they seem most kind , And all their Vertue , that their beautie graces , It is but painted , like unto their faces . Their greatest glory is in rich attire , Which is extracted from some hopefull heires , Whose witts and wealth are lent to their desire , When they regard the gifts , more then the givers : And to increase their hopes of future bliss , They 'l sometimes rack their Conscience for a kisse . Some love the windes , that bring in golden showers , And some are meerly won with commendations , Some love and hat● , and all within two houres , And that 's a fault amongst them most in fashion , But put them all within a scale together , Their worth in weight will scarce pull down a feather . And yet I would not discommend them all , If I did know some worth to be in any , 'T is strange , that since the time of Adams fall , That God did make none good , yet made so many : And if he did , for these I truly mourne , Because they dy'de before that I was borne . A Health . TO her whose Beautie doth excell Story , we toss these cups , and sell Sobrietie a Sacrifice To the bright Lustre of her eyes ; Each soul that sips here is devine , Her Beauty Deifies the Wine . Vpon his Mistris cut finger . SWeet-heart , to see thy blood fall down , What Mortall can forbear ? But as thou dropst thy blood oath groun , So he must drop a tear : Good counsel to such wounded Maids , God Cupid thus alledges , Hereafter use such harmless tools , that have no cutting edges . You force the ground you stand on blush , But blushing we permit , Our cheeks could wear a Scarlet Plush , saw we as much as it : Hereafter love those better parts , Nay best of all indeed , Which though they take a thousand wounds , yet scorn they e're to bleed . The Rubies soft in Diamond , Are glorious for to see , But if congeal'd what rarest Jems , Those Ruby drops would be : This wish I to my Mistris bring . And that is all I bring her , Would I had fingred her fine Cut , When she cut her fine finger . LOVE'S Hue and Cry . IN Love's Name you are charg'd hereby , To make a speedy Hue and Cry After a face which th' other day , Came and stole my heart away ; For your proceeding , these in brief , Are some few marks to know the Thief ; Her hair was gold , a field of snow , Smooth and unfurrowed was her brow , A sparkling eye , so pure and gray , As when it smiles , there needs noday ; Ivory dwelleth on her nose , Lilly married to the Rose , Have made her cheek their Nuptial bed , Lips dyed a Vermilian red Make Crimson blush , beside the rest , You shall know this Fellon best By the tongue , for if your ear , Do once a heavenly Musick hear , Such as neither gods nor men , But from that mouth shall hear agen , That , that is she , O take her to ye , None can rock Heaven asleep but she ; I hear have apprehended one , Confederate in the action , And that 's my eye , which did let in , The cunning thief to do the sin , At his window , but for her , My eye shall be a prisoner , Till it the first offender see , That lur'd it to the Felonie ; Your diligence herein I crave , That I again my heart may have ; O take Loves wings , flye , search , or I Shall have no heart to live , but die . Loves Progress by Dr. Don. WHo ever lov'd , if he do not propose The right end , love , he is as one that goes To Sea for nothing but to make him sick , And loves a Bear-whelp born , if we o're-lick Our love , and force it strange new shapes to take , We erre , and of a lump a Monster make . Were not a Calf a monster if 't were grown , Fac'd like a man , though better then his own ; Perfection is in unity , prefer One woman first , and then one thing in her : Or when I value gold , I think upon The ductilness , the application , The whole summes , the ingenuity , From rust , from soyl , from fire ever free ; But if I love , it is because 't is made By our new Natures use , the soul of Trade ; All this in women we might think upon , If women have them , and yet love but one : Can men more injure women then to say , ( they They love them for that by which they are not Make Vertue woman , must I cool my blood , Till I both be and find one wise and good ? May barren Angels love so , but if we Make love to woman , vertue is not she , As beauty is not , he then that strayes thus , From her to hers , is more adulterous Then he that takes her maid , search every sphear , And Fi●mam●nt , our Cupid is not there , He 's an infernal god , and under ground With Pluto dwels , where gold and fire abound , Men to such gods their sacrificing coales Did not on Altars lay , but pits and holes ; Although we see celestial bodies move Above the earth , the earth we till and love ; So we his heirs contemplate , wounds and heart , And vertues , but we love the rendring part ; Nor is the soul more swarthy , nor more fit For love then this , as infinite as it , But in attaining this desired place , How much they stray that set out at the face , The hair a forest is of Ambushes , Of springs , snares , fetters , and of manicles : The brov becalmes us when 't is smooth & plain And when it wrinckles , shipwracks us again , Smooth , 't is a Paradise , where we would have Immortall stay , and wrinckled 't is our grave . The nose like to the first Meridian runs , Not'twixt the East & West , but'twixt two Suns : Her swelling lips , to which when we are come , We Anchor there , and think we are at home , For they seem all the Syrens songs , and there The Delphian Oracles do fill the eare : Then in a creek where chosen pearls do swell , The Remora her charming tongue doth dwell ; These and the glorious promontory her chi● O're-past , and the straight Hellespont between The Cestos and Abidos of her breasts , Not of two Lovers , but two loves the nests , Succeeds a boundless Sea , but that thine eye Some Iland Moles may scatter'd there discry , And sayling towards her India , in the way , Shall at her fair Atlantick navel stay ; Though thence the current be thy Pilot made , Yet er● thou come where thou wouldst be in-laid Thou shalt upon another Forrest set , Where some do shipwrack and no further get , When thou art there , consider in this Chase , What time they lose that set out at the face ; Rather set out below , practise my Art , Some symitry the foot hath with that part , Which thou dost seek , and is a Map for that , Lovely enough to stop , but not stay at ; Least subject to disguise and change it is , Men say the Devil never can change his ; It is the Embleme that hath figured Firmness , 't is the first part that comes to bed ; Civility we see refin'd the kiss , Which at the foot began , transplanted is Since to the hand , then to the imperial knee , Now at the Papal foot delights to be ; If Kings think it the nearest way , and do Rise from the foot , Lovers may do so too , And as free Sphears move faster far then can Birds whom the ayre resists , so may that man Which goes this empty and aetherial way , Then if at beauties Elements h● stay : Rich Nature hath in women wisely made Two purses , and their mouthes aversly laid , They then that to the lower tribute owe , That way which that Exchequer looks must goe , He which doth not , his errour is as great , As who by Clysters gives the stomack meat . On Black eyes by J. D : NO marvel if the Suns bright eye , Showr down hot flames , that quality Still waits on light , but when I see The sparkling Balls of Ebonie , Distill such heat , the gazer straight Stands so amazed at the sight , As when the Lightning makes a breach Through pitchy clouds ; can Lightning reach The Marrow , and not hurt the skin ? Your eyes the same to me have been : Can Jet invite the loving straw With secret fire ? so can they draw , And can when ere they glance a Dart , Make stubble of the strongest heart : Oft when I look , I may descry A little face peep through thine eye ; Sure that 's the boy , that wisely chose , ●is rayes amongst such rayes as those , Which ( if his Quiver chance to fail ) May serve for Darts to kill withall ; If at so strong a charge I yield , If ●ounded so , I quit the Field ; Think me not Coward , when I lye , Thus prostrate with your charming eye ; Did I but say your eye , I swear Death's in your Beauty every where , Your eye night spare it self , my own , ( Wh● n all your parts are truly known ) From ●ny one may filch a Dart , To wound my self , and then my heart , One with a thousand Arrowes fill'd , Cannot say this or that this kill'd , No more can I , yet sure I am , That you are she that wrought the same , Wound me again , yea more and more , So you again will me restore . The Spring . NOw that the winters gone , the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes , and now no more the frost , Candies the grass , or casts an icie cream , Upon the silver Lake or Chrystal stream , But the warm Sun thawes the benummed earth , And makes it tender , gives a second birth To the dead Swallow , wakes in hollow Tree The drowzie Cuckow , and the Humble Bee ; Now do a Quire of chirping Minstrels sing In triumph to the world , the youthful Spring , The valleys , hills , and woods in rich array , Welcome the coming of the long'd for May ; Now all things smile , only my Love doth lower , Nor hath the scalding noon-day-sun the power , To melt the Marble yet , which still doth hold Her heart congealed , and makes her pity cold ; The Oxe which lately did for shelter flye Into the stall , doth now securely lye In open field , and Love no more is made By the fire side , but in the cooler shade ; A●intas now doth by his Cl●r●● sleep , Under a Sycamore , and all things keep Time with the season , onely she doth carry Iune in her eyes , in her heart Ianuary . His Mistris commanding the return of Letters . SO grieves the adventerous Merchant when he throwes , All the long-toil'd-for treasure , his ship stowes Into the angry Mayn , to save from wrack Himself and men , as I grieve to give back These Letters , yet so pow'rful is your sway , As if you bid me die , I must obey ; Go then blest Papers , you shall kiss those hands , That gave you freedom , but held me in bands , Which with a touch did give you life , but I Because I may not touch those hands , must die ; Methinks as if they knew they should be sent Home , to their native soyl , from banishment ; I see them smile , like dying Saints that know , They are to leave the earth & towards he'ven go , When you return , pray tell your soveraign , And mine , I gave you courteous entertain , Each line receiv'd a tear , and then a kiss , First bath'd in that , it scap'd unscorcht in this , I kist it 'cause your fair hand had been there , Because it was not , then I shed a tear ; Tell her , no length of time , nor change of aire , No cruelty , disdain , absence , dispaire , No , nor her stedfast constancy can deterre , My vassal heart from ever honouring her ; Though these be pow'rful arguments to prove I love in vain , yet I must ever love ; Say if she frown when you that word rehearse , ( Service ) in Prose is oft call'd Love in Verse ; Then pray her since I send back on my part Her Papers , she would send me back my heart , If she refuse , warn her to come before The God of Love , whom thus I will implore , Travling in thy Countries rode , great god , I spi'd By chance this Lady , and walkt by her side , From place to place , f●aring no violence , For I was well arm'd , and had made defence In former fights , 'gainst fiercer foes then she , Did at our first encounter seem to be , But going further , every step reveal'd Some hidden weapon , till that time conceal'd , Seeing those outward armes , I did begin , To fear some greater strength was lodg'd within , Looking into her mind , I might survey An host of beauties that in Ambush lay , And won the day before they fought the field , For I unable to refist , did yield ; But the insulting Tyrant foe destroyes , My conquer●d mind , my ease , my peace , my joyes , Breaks my sweet sleeps , invades my harmless rest , Robs me of all the treasure of my breast , Spares not my heart , nor yet ( a greater wrong ) For having stoln my heart , she binds my tongue ; But at the last her melting eyes unseal'd My lips , enlarg'd my tongue , then I reveal'd To her own ears the story of my harmes , Wrought by her vertues and her Beauties charms ; Now hear just judge an act of savageness , When I complain in hope to have redress , She bends her angry brow , and from her eye , Shoots thousand darts , I then well hope 't to dye , But in such soveraign Balm Love dips his shot , That though they wound a heart , they kill it not ; She saw the blood guish forth frō many a wound , Yet fled and left me bleeding on the ground , Nor sought my cure , nor saw me since , 't is true , Absence and time two cunning Leaches drew The flesh together , yet sure though the skin ●e clos'd without , the wound festers within ; Thus hath this cruel Lady us'd a true Servant and subject to her self and you ; Nor know I , great love , if my life be lent , To shew thy mercy or my punishment , Since by the onely Magick of thine Art , A Lover still may live that wants an heart ; If this enditement fright her so as she , Seem willing to return my heart to me , But cannot find it , for perhaps it may , 'Mongst other trifling hearts be out o th' way ; If she repent , and will make me amends , Bid her but send me hers , and we are friends . To his coy Mistris . THink not , 'cause men flattering say , You●r fair as Hellen , fresh as May , Bright as is the morning Star , That you are so , though you are , Be not therefore proud , or deem All men unworthy your esteem , For being so you lose the pleasure Of being fair , for that rich treasure , Of more beauty and sweet feature , Was bestow'd on you by Nature To be enjoy'd , and t were a sin , There to be scarce where she hath bin , So prodigal of her best graces ; Thus common beauties and mean faces , Shall have more pastime and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy ; Did the thing for which I sue , Only concern my self , not you ? Were men so framed as they alone Reap'd all the pleasure , women none , Then had you reason to be scant , But 't were a madness not to grant , That which affords , if you consent , To you the giver more content Then me the begger , O then be Kind to your self , if not to me ; Starve not your self , because you may Thereby make me to pine away , Nor let fading beauty make , You your wiser thoughts forsake , For that lovely face will fail , Beauty's sweet , but beauty's frail , 'T is sooner past , 't is sooner done , Then Summers rain , or winters Sun , Mo●● fleeting , when it is most dear , T is gone while we say ( but ) 't is here ; Those curious locks so aptly twin'd , Whose every hair a soul doth bind , Will change their Aburn hue , and grow , White and cold as Winters snow ; That eye which now is Cupids nest , Will prove his grave , and all the rest Will follow , in the cheek , chin , nose , Nor Lilly shall be found , nor Rose , And what will then become of all , Those whom you now your servants call , Like Swallows when the Summer 's done , They 'l flye and seek some warmer Sun , Then wisely chuse one for your friend , Whose love may ( when your beauties end ) Remain still firm , be provident , And think before the Summer 's spent , Of following Winter , like the Ant , In plenty horod for time of scant , Cull out amongst the multitude Of Lovers that seek to intrude Into your favour , one that may , Love for an age , not for a day , One that will quench your youthful fires , And feed in age your hot desires , For when the storms of time have moved Waves on that cheek which was beloved ; When a fair Ladies face is pin'de , And yellow spread where red once shin'de When beauty , youth , and all sweets leave her , Love may return , but Lover never ; And old folks say there is no paines , Like itch of Love in aged veins ; O love me then , and now begin it , Let 's not lose this present minute , For time and age will work that wrack , Which time or age shall ne'r call back ; The Snake each year fresh skin resumes , And Eagles change their aged plumes ; The faded Rose each Spring receives , A fresh red tincture on her leaves ; But if your beauty once decay , You 'l never know a second May ; O then be wise , and whilst your season , Affords you dayes for sport , do reason , Spend not in vain your lives short hour , But crop in time your Beauties flowre , Which will away , and doth together , Both bud , and fade , and blow , and wither . On age , or an old Face . NO Spring or Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in an Autumnall Face ; Young beauties force your love , and to a rape , This doth but councel , yet you cannot scape ; If 't were a shame to love , here 't were no shame , Affection here takes reverences name ; Were her first years the golden Age , that true , But now she 's gold oft tri'd and ever new ; That was her fore-Ides and inflaming time , This is her habitable tropick clime ; Fair eyes , who asks more heat then comes from thence , He in a Feaver wishes Pestilence ; Then call not wrinckles graves , if graves they are , They are Loves graves , or else he lies no where , Yet lies not Love dead here , but here doth sit , Vow'd to this trench like as an Anchorite , And here till hers which must be his death come , He doth not dig a Grave , but build a Tombe ; Here dwels he , though he sojourn every where In brief , yet still his standing house is here ; Here where still evening is , not noon , or ●ight , Where no voluptuousness , yet all delight In all her words ; unto all hearers fit , You may at Revels , you at Councel sit ; This is Loves Timber , youth her under-wood , Wine fires in May , in August comforts blood , Which then comes seasonablest , whe● your taste And appetite to other things are past ; Xerxes strange Lydian love , the Platane Tree Was lov'd for age , none being so old as she , Or else because being young , Nature did bless Her Youth with Ages glory barrenness ; If we love things long sought , Age is a thing , Which we are fifty years in compassing ; If transitory things ( which soon decay ) Age must be loveliest at the latest day , But name not Winter faces , whose skin slack , Lanck , like an unthrifts purse , or a souls sack , Whose eyes seek light within , for all here 's shade , Whose mouths are holes , rather worn out then made Who 's ev'ry tooth t' his several place is gon , To vex their souls at the Resurrection ; Name not those living Deaths-Heads unto me , such I abhor ; I hate extreams , yet I had rather stay With Tombs then Cradles , to wear out a day ; Since such Loves natural action is , may still My love descend , not journey up the hill , Not panting after growing beauties , so I shall be one of those that homewards go . A Maids Denyall . NAy pish , nay pew , nay faith , and will you , fie , A Gentleman and use me thus , yfaith I le cry , Gods body what means this ? nay fie for shame , Nay faith away , nay fy away , introth you are to blame , Hark , sombody comes , leave off I pray , I le pinch , I le scratch , I le spurn , I le go away ; Infaith you strive in vain , you shall not speed , You mar my ruff , you hurt my back , my nose will bleed Look , look , the door is open , sombody sees What will they say , nay fie you hurt my knees ; Your buttons scratch ( O God ) what a coil is here You make me sweat , infaith here 's goodly geere , Nay faith let me intreat you if you list ; You mar my head , you tear my smock , but had I wist So much before , I would have kept you out , Is 't not a pretty thing you went about ; I did not think you would have serv'd me thus , But now I see I took my mark amiss ; A little thing would make me not be friends , You have us'd me well I hope you 'l make amends Hold still , I 'le wipe your face , you swet amain , You have got a goodly thing with all your pain ; O God how hot am , what will you drink ? If you go swetting down what will they think ; Remember this how you have us'd me now , Doubt not ere long but I will meet with you ; If any man but you had us'd me so , Would I have put it up , in faith Sir no ; Nay go not yet , stay here and sup with me , After at Cards we better will agree . A Blush . STay lusty blood , where canst thou se●k , So blest a place as in her cheek ; How canst thou from that place retire , Where beauty doth command desire ; But if thou canst not stay , then flow Down to her panting pap● below ▪ Flow like a Deluge from her breast , Where Venus Swans hath built her n●st , And so take glory to disdaine , With azure blew each swelling vaine , Then run boyling through each part , Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart ; If from love it would retire , Martyr it with gentle Fire ; And having searcht each secret place , Fly thou back into her face , Where live blest in changing those White Lillies to a Ruddy Rose . To one that was like his Mistris . FAir Copy of my Celia's Face , Twin of my soul , thy perfect grace , Claims in my soul an equal place . Disdain not a divided heart , Though all be hers you shall have part , Love is not ty'd to Rules of Art : For as my soule first to her flew , Yet staid with me , so now 't is true , It 〈…〉 her , though fled to you . Then entertain this wandring guest , And if not love , allow it rest ; It left not , but mistook the nest . Nor think my love , or your fair eyes Cheaper , 'cause from th' Sympathise You hold with her the flames that rise . To Lead , or Brass , or some such bad Mettle , a Princes stamp may add The value that it never had . But to the pure refined Ore , The stamp of Kings imparts no more Worth , then it had before . Onely the Image gives the rate , To Subjects of a Forreign State , 'T is priz'd as much for its own waight . So though all other hearts resign To your pure worth , yet you have mine , Onely because you are her Coyne . On a Fly that flew into Celia's Eye . WHen this Fly liv'd , she us'd to play , In the Sun-shine all the day ; Till comming my in Coelia's sight , She found a new and unknown light , So full of Glory , as it made The noon-day Sun a gloomy shade : Then this amorous Fly became My Rivall , and did court this Flame ; She did from hand to bosom● skip , And from her breath , her cheek and lip , Suckt all the Incense and the Spice , And grew a Bird of Paradice . At last into her eye she flew , There scorcht in Flames , and drown'd in Dew ; Like Phaeton from the Suns bright Sphere She fell , and from her dropt a teare ; Of which a Pearl was straight compos'd , Wherein her Ashes lye inclos'd : Thus she receives from Caelia's eye , Funeral , Flame , Tomb , Obsequye . On the Snow falling on his Mistris breast . I Saw fair Cloris walk alone , When feather'd Rain came softly down ; And Iove descended from his Tower , To court her in a Silver shower : The wanton Snow flew to her breast , Like little Birds unto their Nest ; But overcome with whiteness there , For grief it thaw'd into a teare : Thence fal●●ng to her vestures hemme , To deck her froze into a Iemme . On the drawing his Mistris Picture . SItting , and ready to be drawn , What mean these Velvets , silk , & Lawn , Embroideries , Feathers , Fringes , Lace ? When every limb takes like a face ; Send these suspected helps to ayde , Some form defective , or decay'd ; Thy beauty without falshood faire , Need● nought to cloath it but the aire ; Yet som●thing for the Painters qew , Were fitly enterpos'd for new ; He shall if he can understand , Work mine own fancy with his hand , Draw first a cloud all save her neck , And out of that make day to break , Till like her face it doth appear , That men might think all light rose there Then let the beams thereof disperse The cloud and show the universe ; But at such distance that the eye , May rather ( yet ) ad●re then spy ; The heav'n d●fin●d , draw then a Spring , With all that youth and it can b●ing , Four Rivers branching ( out ) like Seas , And Paradise confining these : Last draw the circle of this Globe , And let there be a starry Robe Of Constellations ●bout it harl'd , And thou hast painted beautise world ; But Painter see thou dost not sell A Copy of this Piece , nor tell Whose 't is , but if it favour finde , Next fitting we will draw her minde . A Pastorall , by T. R. BEhold these Woods , and mark my Sweet How all the boughes together meet ! The Cedar his fair armes displayes , And mixes branches with the Bayes . The lofty Pine deigns to descend , And sturdy Oaks do gently bend ; One with another subt'ly weaves Into one Loom their various leaves , As all ambitious were to be Mine and my Phi●●is Canopie ! Let 's enter , and discourse our Loves ; These are my dear , no tell-tale Groves ! There dwels no Pyes , nor Parots there , To prate again the words they hear : Nor babbling Eccho , that will tell The neighbouring hills one syllable . Being enter'd , let 's together lye , Twin'd like the Zodiacks Gemini ! How soon the Flowers sweeter smell ? And all with emulation swell To be thy pillow ? These for thee Were meant a bed , and thou for me ; And I may with as just esteem Press thee , as thou mayst lye on them . And why so coy ? what dost thou feare ? There lurks no speckled Serpent here : No venemous Snake makes this his road , No Canker , nor the loathsome Toad : And yon poor Spider on the Tree , Thy Spinster will , no poisoner be : There is no Frog to leap , and fright Thee from my arms , and break delight : Nor Snail that o're thy coat shall trace , And leave behind a slimy Lace : This is the hallowed Shrine of Love , No Wasp nor Hornet haunts this Grove ; Nor Pismire to make pimples rise , Upon thy smooth and Ivory thighes : No danger in these shades doth lye , Nothing that wears a sting , but I ; And in it doth no venome dwell , Although perchance it make thee swell . Being set , let 's sport a while my Fair , I will tye Love-knots in thy hair : See Zephirus through the leaves doth stray , And has free liberty to play ; And braid thy locks : And shall I finde Less favour then a sawcie winde ? Now let me sit , and fix my eyes , On thee that art my Paradise : Thou art my all , the Spring remains , In the fair Violets in thy veyns : And that it is a Summers day , Ripe Cherries in thy lips display : And when for Autumn I would seek , 'T is in the Apples of thy cheek : But that which onely moves my smart , Is to see Winter in thy heart : Strange , when at once in one appear , All the four seasons of the year ! I le clasp that neck where should be set A rich and Orient Carkanet : But Swains are poor , admit of then More naturall chains , the arms of men . Come let me touch those brests that swel Like two fair Mountains , and may well Be stil'd the Alpes , but that I fear The Snow has less of whiteness there . But stay ( my Love ) a fault I spie , Why are these two fair Fountains drie ? Which if they run , no Muse would please To taste of any Spring but these ; And Ganimede imploy'd should be , To fetch his Iove Nectar from thee : Thou shalt be Nurse fair Venus swears , To the next Cupid that she bears . Were it not then discreetly done To ope one spring to lett Wo run ? Fy , fy , this Belly , Beauty's mint , Blushes to see no coyn stampt in 't , Employ it then , for though it be Our Wealth , it is your royalty ; And beauty well have cnrrant grace , Lhat bears the Image of yovr face , How to the touch the Ivory thiges , Veil gently , and againe do rise , As pliable to impression , As virgins wax , or parian stone , Dissoly'd to softnesse ; plump , and full , More whire and soft then cotsall wooll , Or Cotten fron from the indian Tree , or prdty silk worms huspifery , These on two marbledellars rais'd , Make me in donpt which should be prais'd ; They , or their Columnes must ; but when I view those feet w●ic● I have seen So nimbly trip it o're the lawns Thrt all the Srtyrs and the fawns Have stood amaz'd , when they would passe Over the layes , and not a grasse Would feel the weight , nor rush , nor bent Drooping betray which way you went , O then I felt my hot desires , Burn more , and flame with double fires , Come let those thighes , those legs , those feet With mine in thousand windings meet ; And woven in more subtle twiens Then woodbine , Ivy , or the vines , For when Love sees us csrcling thus He 'le like no Arbour more then us . Now let us kiss , would you be gone ? Manners at least allows me one . Blush you at this ? pretty one stay , And I will take that kiss away . Thus with a second , and that too A third wipes off ; so will we go To numbers that the stars out-run , And all the Atomes in the Sun : For though we kiss till Phoebus ray Sink in the Seas , and kissing stay , Till his bright beames return again , There can of all but one remain : And if for one good manners call , In one , good manners , grant me all . Are kisses all ? they but fore-run Another duty to be done . What would ●ou of that Minstrell say That tunes his pipes and will not play ? Say what are blossoms in their prime , That ripen not in harvest time ? Or what are buds that ne're disclose The long'd for sweetnesse of the rose ? So kisses to a Lover ; s guest Are invitatiohs ; ●ot the feast , See every thing that we espie Is fruitfull saving you and I : View all the Fields , survey the Bowers , The buds , the blossomes , and the Flowers , And say if they so rich could be In barren base Virginity : Earth's not so coy as you are now , But willingly admits the Plow ; For how had man or beast been fed , If she had kept her Maiden-head ? Coelia once coy , as are the rest , Hangs now a Babe on either breast : And Cloris since a man she took , Has less of greenness in her look : Our Ewes have ean'd , and every Dam , Gives suck unto her tender Lamb : As by these Groves we walkt along , Some Birds were feeding of their young ; Some on their Eggs did brooding sit , Sad that they had not hatch'd them yet ; Those that were slower then the rest , Were busie building of their Nest : You will not onely pay the fine , You vow'd and ow'd to Valentine . As you were angling in the Brook , With silken Line and silver Hook , Through Chrystal streams you might desery How vast and numberless a Fry The Fish had spawnd , that all along The bancks were crowded with the throng ; And shall fair Venus more command By water , then she doth by Land ? The Phoenix chaste , yet when she dies , Her self with her own Ashes lies : But let thy love more wisely thrive , To do the act while th' art alive : 'T is time we left our childish love , That trades for toyes , and now approve Our abler skill ; they are not wise , Look Babies onely in the eyes . That smother'd smile shews what you meant And modest silence gives consent . That which we now prepare , will be Best done in silent secresie : Come do not weep , what is 't you fear ? Lest some should know what we did here . See not a flower you prest is dead , But re-erects his bended head ; That whosoere shall pass this way , Knows not by these where Phillis lay ; And in your fore-head there is none , Can read the act that we have done . Phillis . Poor rediculous and simple Maid ! By what strange wiles art thou betray'd ! A treasure thou hast lost to day , For which thou canst no ransome pay : How black art thou transform'd with sin ? How strange a guilt gnawes me within ? Grief will convert this red to pale , When every Wake and Whitsun-A●e , Shall talk my shame ; break , break sad heart There is no Medicine for my smart , No hearb nor balm can cure my sorrow , Unlsse you meet again to morrow . Two Gentlemen inviting each other to sing . COme with our Voyces let us warre , and challenge all the Spheares , Till each of us be made a Starre , and all the world turn Deares . Mix then our Notes that we may prove , to stay the walking floods , To make the Mountain Quaries move , and call walking the Woods . What need of me , do you but sing , Sleep and the Graves shall wake ; No voyce hath sound , no voyce hath string , but what your lips do make . They say the Angels view each deed , who exercise below , And out of inward passion feed , in what they see or know . Sing we no more then , lest the best of Angels should be driven , To fall again at such a feast , Mistakes Earth for Heaven . Nay , rather let our Notes be strain'd , to meet their high desire ; So they in state of Grace retain'd , shall wish us of their Quire . A Sonnet in praise of Musick . HAil , sacred Musick ! Queen of Souls ! strike hie Inspire me with Poetick Rhapsodie , Else words can't praise thee . Thy Vertue tunes the discord of the Spheares , Charming to it divine and Humane eares , Nor can breath raise thee ! Whose Aires breath a more harmonious winde , Mounting above it self , the heaviest minde , In spight of Nature . Thy ravishing Accents , with holy force , Can 'twixt our Soules and bodies cause divorce , Chear sullenest creature ! Strike but thy Lute with thy more gentle hand , The Nightingale will mute , with listning stand , Charm'd to thy pleasure . And when thy Note but runs division , The very Tree shall dance she sits upon , keep mean and measure ▪ The Palm will dance , the Bay her root forgo The Cedar , Mirtle , Vine will foot it too : When in the midst of all their frolick train , Thou strik'st sad note , they 'r fixt trees again . On Iealousie . WHen you sit musing Lady al alone , Casting up all your cares with private moan Whē your hart bleeds with grief , you are no more Neerer comfort , then you were before ; You cannot mend your state with sighs or cares , Sorrow's no Balsome for distrustful fears : Have you a foe you hate ? wish him no worse A plague or torment then the Yellow curse ; Observe your Lord with nere so strict an eye , You cannot go to piss without a spye ; If but a Mouse do stir about your bed , He startles , and fears he is dishonoured , And when a jealous dream doth cross his pate , Straight he resolves he will be seperate ; Tell me right worthy Cuckolds if you can , What good this folly doth reflect on man ? Are women made more loyal ? Have ye power To guard the tree , that none can pluck the flower Is it within the brain of jealous heads , To banish Lust from Court or Courtly beds : I never knew that base and foul distrust , Made any chast that had a mind to lust ; Nor will it make her honest , who by kind , To loose and vild affections is inclin'd ; Debar her Lord , she to supply his room , Will take a hors-boy , or a Stable-Groom ; Keep her from men of lower rank and place ▪ She 'l kiss the Scullion , & with knaves imbrace , Suspect her faith withall , and all distrust , She 'l buy a Monkey to supply her lust ; Lock her from man and beast , from all content , She 'l make thee Cuckold with an Instrument ; For women are like angry Mastiffs chain'd , They bite at all , when they are all restrain'd ; We may set locks & guards to watch their fire , But have no means to quench their hot desire , Man may as well with cunning go about To quench the Gun his motion , as by doubt To keep a metled woman , if that she Strongly dispose her selfe to Venery . How many thousand women that were Saints , Are now made sinfull by unjust restraints ? How many do commit for very spight , That take small pleasure in that sweet delight ? Some are for malice , some are for mirth unjust , Some kiss for love , and some do love for lust , But if that Fates intend to make me blest , And Hymen bind me to a female brest , ( As yet I thank my starrs I am not tide ; In servile Bonds to any wanton Bride ) Let Cynthia be my Crest , yea let me wear The Cuckolds Badge , if I distrust or fear : It 's told me oft , a smooth and gentle hand , Keeps women more in awe of due command , Then if we put a Quinsel on their Dock , Ride them with Bitts , set on their geer a Lock , For then like furious Colts they strike & fling , But if we slack our Reins , to pleas their will , Kindness will keep them from committing ill : You blessed Creatures hold your female right , Conquer by day , as you orecome by night , And tell the jealous World this from me , Bondage may make you bad , whose minds are free : Had Colatine been jealous , say this more , Without a Rape , Lucrece had been a Whore . A Caveat to his Mistris . BEware fair Maid of Musky Courtiers oaths ; Take heed what gifts & favors you receive , Let not the fading gloss of silken cloathes , Dazzel your vertues , or your fame bereave ; For lose but once the hold you have of grace Who will respect your fortune or your face . Each greedy hand doth strive to catch the flour When none regards the stock it grew upon , Each nature loves the fruit still to devour , And leavs the Tree to grow , or fade alone ; Then this advice fair creature take from me , Let none taste fruit , unless he take the Tree . Take heed lest Caesar doth corrupt thy heart , Or fond Amibition scale thy modesty , Say to a King , thou only courteth Art ; He cannot pardon thy impurity ; For do with one , with a thousand thou'lt turn Whore , Break Ice in one place , and it cracks in more . Do but with King , to Subject thou wilt fall , From Lord to Lackey , and at last to all . An Embleme of Youth , Age , and Death , expressed in a Cherry-stone , on the one side is cut a young Damsel , on the other an old Beldam , The stone Hyeroglifically expresseth Death . FAir Mistris be not over-coy , In entertaining of this toy , The Morall of its pretty Art , D●serves a lodging next your heart , ●or 't is an Emblem ( fairest trust me ) Of what you are now , and what you must be , Except that envious Death prevent , Rich Natures first benigne intent , Then doth the gospel of the Stone , Prove life and death to dwell in one ; For this poor Moddel which you view , Did sometimes wear as rich a hew , As nature gives to any fair , Whilst it grew blushing in the Air , Whose tempting colour , and whose taste , Brought it to what you see at last ; Nay had it hung still on the Tree , It would have prov'd the same you see , Save that the Artists hand alone , For your sake hath his cunning shown ; Then rarest object of my sight , Unfold this three-fold Riddle right , And learn from it , your April years , Bloomes not more fruit of joy then fears , And that your beauty is a treasure By Nature lent you , at whose pleasure You must restore it when she 'l call , And give account for use and all , And that your winter fro●ty dayes , Brings Almond-buds instead of Bayes To crown your temples , and with glory To close the period of your story . If those rich Jems which should have lasted , Have not in your youth been wasted , But ( Prodigal-like ) if thou have spent Natures bo●●ies being but lent , A●d t●en your last of dayes is come , To give you summons to your home , You must with grief return to dust , She will no longer lend on trust , Your beauties Reliques as this Stone , Will be a dry contemned bone ; Perhaps like it some friend vouchsafe , To grave thereon your Epitaph , Which may be read if not neglected , This is the most can be expected . Sir S. Steward . To his Lady . SO may my Verses pleasing be , So may you laugh at them ; and not at me , 'T is something to you I would gladly say , But how to do it , cannot find the way ; I would avoid the common trodden wayes , To Ladies us'd , which be of Love or praise , As for the first , that little wit I have , Is not yet grown so neer unto the ●rave , But that I can by that dim fading light , Perceive of what , and unto whom I write , Let such as in a hopeless , witless rage , Can sigh a Quire , and read it to a Page ; Such as can make ten Sonnets ere they rest , When each is but a great blot at the best , Such as can backs of books and windows fill , With their too furious Diamond or Quill , Such as are well resolved to end their dayes , With a lowd laughter blown beyond the Seas ; Such as are mortified , that they can live , Laught at by all the world , and yet forgive : Wright love to you I would not willingly , Be pointed at in every company , As was the little Taylor , who till death , Was great in love with Queen Elizabeth ; And for the last in all my idle dayes , ● never yet did living woman praise , ●n Verse or Prose , And when I do begin , ●le pick some woman out as full of sin , ●s you are full of Vertue , with a soul , ●s black as yours is white , a face as foul ●s yours is beautifull ; for it shall be ●ut of the Rules of Phisiognomie ; ●o far , that I do fear I must displace the Art a little , to let in the face ; ● shall at least four faces be below the Devils ; and her parched corps shall show , ●n her loose skin , as if some spirit she were , K●pt in a bag by some great Conjurer ; Her breath shall be so horrible and vild , As every word you speak is meet and mild , It shall be such a one as will not be , Covered with any Art or Policie , But let her take all waters , fumes , and drink , She shall make nothing but a dearer stink , She shall have such a foot , and such a nose , As will not stand in any thing but Prose ; If I bestow my praises upon such , 'T is Charity , and I shall merit much ; My praise will come to her like a full bowl , Bestowed at most need on a thirsty soul ; Where if I sing your praises in my Rime , I loose my Ink , my paper , and my ti●● , Adde nothing to your overflowing store , And tel you nought but what you knew before Nor do the vertuous minded ( which I swear Madam I think you are ) endure to hear Their own perfections into question brought , But stop their ears at them , for if I thought , You took a pride to have your vertues known , Pardon me Madam , I should think them none ▪ But if you brave thoghts ( which I must respect Above your glorious Titles ) shall accept These harsh disordered Lines , I shall ere long , Dress up your vertues new in a new Song , Yet farre from all base praise or flattery , Although I know what ere my Verses be , They will like the most servile flattery shew , If I write truth , and make my subject you . A Description of a wisht Mistris . NOt that I wish my Mistris , Or more or less then what she is Write I ●●ese Lines , for 't is too late , ●ules to prescribe unto my Fate : ●ut as those tender stomacks call , ●or some choice meats that like not all ; ●o queafie Lovers do impart , What Mistris 't is must take their heart : First I would have her richly sped , With Natures blossomes white and red , For flaming hearts will quickly dye , That have no fewell from the eye ; Yet this alone will never win , Unless some treasure lye within ; For where the spoil 's not worthy stay , Men raise the Siege and march away : She should be wise enough to know , When , and to whom a grace to show , For she that doth at randome chuse , Will sure her choyse as well refuse ; And yet methinks I 'd have her mind , To loving courtesie inclin'd , And tender-hearted as a Maid , And pitty only when I pray'd : And I would wish her true to be , Mistake me not , I mean to me , She that loves one , and loves one more , Will love the Kingdome , ore and ore ▪ I could wish her full of wit , So she knew how to huswife it ; But she whose insolence makes her dare To try her wit , will sell her Ware . Some other things delight will bring , As if she dance , or play , or sing ; If hers be safe , what though her parts , Catch then a thousand forreign hearts ? But let me see , should she be proud , A little pride must be allow'd ? Each amourous boy will sport & prate Too freely , if she find no state ? I care not much though I set down , Sometime a chiding , or a frown : Eut if she wholly quench desire , 'T is hard to kindle a new fire : To smile , to toy , is not amiss , Sometimes to enterpose a kiss , But not cloy , sweet things are good , And pleasant , but are nought for food ▪ But stay , Nature hath overcaught my Art In her , to whom I offer up my heart , And evening-passengers shall sooner trace , The wantō beams that dance on Thames smooth face Or find the track where once the fowl did stray Or the moist sands which tides have washt away Then ere my heart be sound with taint or spot , So a revolt of hers procure it not . Ad Amicum . THou art the Spring , & I the leaveless Tree , Thou art the flower , and I the toyling Bee ; Thou art the Flax , and I the kindling fire , I your disdain , but you my hearts desire : You are the Bride which doth ingage my brest , My thoughts in yours , though yours elsewhere do rest : Say that I rest my lips upon thy cheek , A wearied love some place of rest must seek , No pillow softer then those cheeks of thine , No wearied love more wearied is then mine : Then be not coy to answer what I require , You need not blush at what I do defire , Say that your love doth some way else incline , Yet I am yours , though you will not be mine . The Question of a Lady that was newly wedded . A Lady that of late did wed , Not knowing sports of Marriage bed , Askt of her Husband which he thought most right For Marriage sports , the morning or the night , He answer'd as he did think most meet , The day more holsom but the night most sweet If it be so , quoth she , and we have leasure , We 'l to 't i th' day for health , all night for pleasure Dr. Dun's Answer to a Lady . Lady . SAy not you love unless you do , For lying will not honour you . Answer of the Doctors . Lady I love , and love to do , And will not love unless be you . You say I lye , I say you lye , choose whether , But if we both lye , let us lye together . Of his estate with Love . THe more I seek to find the depth of Love , The more I find my self to seck therein ; For when I thought the fruit thereof to prove , I was methought , as when I did begin ; In Love and Vertue wise men wisely say , The more a man doth go , the more he may . For as it comes at first , I know not how , So doth it bring at lenghth I know not what ; And when we stand as tho we would not bow , Then doth it break our force , and ●ast us flat ; And making us to run an endless course , Oft seems to mend , but waxeth wors & wors . Some lay the fault in Love , and som again In them that love , I mean the women kind , I have just cause with others to complain , But to complain I never had the mind ; For what doth it avail me to complain , If my complaint may not release my pain . When I complain aright , she takes it ill , And for amends she answers me no force , When I complain amiss , she rageth still , And for amends , she makes it ever worse , I find no fault in her I may excuse , 'T is my ill luck that she doth ●e refuse . Which maketh me uncertain what , or how , To say or think of me , or of my Love , I saw before , with grief I see it now , 'T is labour lo●t , her setled mind to move ; Though she make more of me , then of the most I count but ill , that count without my ●lost . Then I deserve , she doth a great deal more , And yet a great deal less then I desire , Would God she kept her courteous deeds in store So that her self with love were set on fire : Her deeds are such , as I may not complain , It is her heart that puts my heart to pain . She doth to me that which to all she must , And yet as though it were to me alone , Her best she layes up for her best betrust , Who is her all in all , and yet but one : In love and vertue wise men wisely say , The more we spend , stil spend the more we may Thus do I feed on leaves instead of fruit , Instead of bodies , shadows me content , In my account , Cyphers for Numbers go , My feasting Christmas is a fasting Lent : And yet no wrong , for my desert is small , And all the world is subject to her call . When he had written this , she read it , and said , that he writ it more to shew his wit , then for any good will , whereupon he thus replyed . BUt what do I in vain my paper spend , without al hope against the stream to move Needs must I end , although I know no end , If not to love , yet for to speak of Love , She says that this , she says that all I writ , was nothing else but for to shew my wit . And would to God my wit did shew no more , Then I delight to shew my wit therein , It were more wit to keep my love in store , Then utter all , when none of hers is seen ; Mine is so much , she keeps her own in store , If mine were less , her own would be the more To his Love upon complaint of the uncertainty of his estate : She answered him , that he should never have cause to repent . MY heart the Ship , that was tost to & fro , By winds of fear , by waves of deep despair In certian course , uncertain what to do , Or how to find the weather ever fair , At length is got into the Port of rest , To wit , his only best beloved brest . And knit with faith , as with a Cable Rope , Which wil not shrink , though all the world do fail , Unto the Anchor of undoubted hope , In hope at length with wind and tide to sail ; He careth not though winds do blow abroad So he may find his harbour in the road . A small assurance more contents the mind , The greater hope of greater hope to come , That which is loose , you may with ease unwind The way to all , is to be sure of some , Which sith you grant , I hold my self content , With that you say , I never shall repent . He that hopes you said of him ●s you meant , That he never should have cause to repent . To his Love when she said that her love was a burthen unto him . MY Love , why dost thou think thy love a burthen unto me , I never felt a thing so light , as it doth seem to be , Or if thy love a bu●then be , as thou dost say my dear , Why thinkst thou me unable , or unwilling it to bear , It is no burthen for to have , but for to want thy love , From which I do not , cannot , ought not , will not me remove : The love is light , and doth delight , that hath the greatest part : The love is heavy that is least , and makes a heavy heart ; Then if thy love a burthen be , as thou dost seem to say , Think that it never troubles me , but when it goes away . To his Mistris on New-years-day . TO give a Gift , where all the Gifts of God so much abound , What is it else but even to adde , a penny to a pound ? To wish you years , though they be New , which yet may make you old , What is it , but to wish you years of silver for your Gold ? Yet do I send a simple Gift , to shew my great good will , And wish withall that all your years be new and happy still . To a Friend , on the word Wife . THe W. is double wo , the I. nought else bu● Jealousie , The F. is fawning flattery , the E. what else bu● enmity : If in the Name there be such strife , Then God defend me from a Wife . Vpon a Merchant . THere was a man , and he was semper idem , And to be brief he was mercator quidem , He had a wife was neither tall nor brevis , Yet in her carriage was accounted levis , He to content her gave her all things satis , She to requite him made him Cuckold gratis . Ti his Love upon New-years Even , when they were upon parting . IF you will leave me , leave me , dear , Or now or never with the Year , For now the Year is at an end , And now each friend renews his friend , And now the date of love expires , And now the time truth requires , And now your friends envy at me , And now it must or never be . If you do mean to love me , dear , Begin to morrow with the year , For then doth love it self renew , And every friend perform his due , Then to and fro the Gifts are sent , And paid as if it were for rent , And then of friends the most we make , Another Lease of Love to take . If you will neither leave , nor love , As by conjecture I can prove ; You do me wrong to hold me on , You wrong your self to care for none ; You wrong the face that God you gave , You wrong the other gifts you have , And in revenge of this your wrong , Shall love I hope , and lack as long : Wherefore or love , or leave me , dear , Or now , or never , with the Year , To his Heart . MY Heart why dost thou bodily fear , that thou dost love in vain ? Why dost thou fear that gentle meanes , will make thee live in pain ? What though thy Love did never care , for wearing of a man ? What though more craft lurk in her breast , then she dissemble can ? Thy choice is good , thy love is great , thy faith is true as steel : She 's wise , what wilt thou more ? why dost thou fear before thou feel ? The Hearts Answer . ALas , what should I do but fear , how I may be secure ? Of that which none could yet come neer ▪ how may poor I be sure ? What though I have the name to be , the greatest in her books ? What though she feed me once a day , even with her kindest looks ? Her choyce is past , her love bestowed , hear faith no faith can move , ● most unworthy ; shall I hope to gain so good a love ? A Reply to his Heart . MY heart why dost thou reason thus , According to thy sense ? Why dost thou make an evill cause , the worse be thy defence ? What though her choice be past ? her love bestowed , her faith too true , What though thou most unworthy be , to such a one to sue ? In choyce is change , in love mislike , faith used ill may faile . Full many speed unworthily , why should'st thou strike the sayle . The Hearts Answer . ALas , to reason for my self , is but to breed my bane , And to be proud of mine estate , when I am in the wane . What though in choice , in love , in faith , we many changes see ? What though in my unworthiness , she may esteem of me ? Such choice is chance , such love is light , such faith is also frail , And they that speed unworthily , unworthily may fail . Of Love . WHat thing is love ? the worst & yet the be●● , A world of cares , and yet a mart of toyes , A sea of dangers , yet the Haven of rest , A hell of torments , yet a Heaven of joyes , A world , a sea , a hell to tender hearts , A Mart , a Haven , a heaven to ease their smarts How doth it come ? that way it seemeth least , It fisheth here , and hangeth there a bait , It hoisteth say I when it doth Anchor cast , And strikes Alarm when it sounds retreat , And when we think we have it at the bay , We may be sure it steals another way . What are the works of love ? more neat then fit For any use , and more in skill then proof , The fine conceits of every finest wit , Of greater ca●● and ●●bour then behoof , Much lik● 〈◊〉 sh●t Spiders weave on hie Which have no use but even to catch a Flie . W●at is the end of Love ? still to begin , And not to have or sight , or hope of end , About a little to be long , and in An endless suit , a thankless time to spend ; Much like the wheel that turning ever round Doth run apace , and yet can get no ground . When he was to go into the Countrey . ANd must I go , from whom ? what shall I say ? From hope , from health , from love , from life , from all , Tha● was , or is , or may be any way , My greatest comfort in each kind of thrall , And that beyond the Seas into an I le , Where from my joyes I must my self exile . What though my native Country be the place ? What though it be to see my Father dear ? What though it be my Mother to imbrace ? And take her blessing for this whole two year ? What though it were 10000. friends to see , ●0000 . times this one more pleaseth me . To his only one when he was in the Country . LEt fools beleeve that absence cureth love ▪ Or cools the heart , that eye hath set on fire , I see , I see , the farther I remove , The farther off I am from my desire ; And find too well the wound I took by sigh● Is nothing less , but rather more by flight ▪ For thogh mine eye did daily wound my hear● Yet did I see withall thy lovely face , No● every thought gives caus of greater smar● Because I want the hope of wonted grace , The only thing wherein I now delight , Is that thou dost to me so kindly write . If thou didst know what pleasure I do take ▪ In every line that thou dost write to me , How I do scan each letter for thy sake , To pick what kindness I may out of thee : I know that thou wouldst write once a week to me ▪ In reading thine , methinks I talk with thee . To her again . HOw far ? how long am I , and shall I be From that sweet soul , whose looks doe feed mine eye ? How far ? how long shal she be kept from me , In whom , with whom , to whom I live and dy ? For place , I take each step a mile to be , For time each hour doth seem a year to me . Methinks the Sun doth greater leisure take , Then he was wont , to linger out the day , Methinks he goes , as if his legs did ake , And time it self doth make no haste away , If I might rule the Chariot of the Sun , I would be bound to make it night at noon . But be I far ; or be I long from thee , I am thine own , and thine alone my dear , No ●ime , no place shall change or alter me , Though steps were miles , & every hour a year ; Perswade thy self that I am with thee still , Though I be here , in part , against my will ▪ When she told him she loved as well as he . AS well as I ? too good for to be true , As well as I ? too sweet for to be sure , As well as I ? a speech too kind for you , As well as I ? too sudden to endure : As well as I ? As well as I , I say ; I ask no more , I wish no fairer play . As well as I ? then must you change your vain , And watch your times to make your love be seen , As well as I ? then must you leave disdain , And shew your self more kind then you have been : As well as I ? As well as I , I say , I ask no more ▪ I wish no fairer play . As well as I ? then will I strive to do More then I can , to make you do as much , As well as I ? then will I be to you , More then I am , to make you to be such : As well as I ? As well as I , I say , I ask no more , I wish no fairer play . To his Love . IF any be content with words , 't is I , If any not content with deeds , 't is you ; If any fear your tongues like swords , 't is I , If any vex the heart that bleeds , 't is you : 't is you and I that make these sayings true , Disdained I , and most disdainfull you . If any man do live by looks , 't is I , If any woman loves by fits , 't is you ; If any leave for love his books , 't is I , If any bats the edge of wits , 't is you : 'T is you and I that make these sayings true , Unhappy I , and more then happy you . If any strive against the stream , 't is I , With wind and tide , if any go , 't is you If any be more then they seem , 't is I , If any think less then they know , 't is you : 'T is you and I that make these sayings true , Unfeigning I , and deep dissembling you . If any pluck for prime , and miss , 't is I , If any pluck for flush , and hit , 't is you , When colour holds , if any loose , 't is I , By contraries , if any get , 't is you . 'T is you , to whom all gains prove for the best 'T is I that on all gains do loose my rest . A Fancie of Love . THe Sun had run his race , and now began His Steeds to water in the Western Seas , When suddenly the sky waxt pale and wan , And night drew on the time of rest and ease : I lay me down to take my sleep in bed , And lo what fancies came into my head . Fast by my side there seemed one to stand , I know not how possest on every part , Possest on either foot , on either hand , Possest on head , but most possest on heart ; Ladies they seem'd , that did divide him so , And still at odds both draw him to and fro . I sigh to think , how I did sigh in sleep , And full of pitty , pittied his estate , I scarce can hold to think how he did weep , And make complaint of his unhappy fate ; Yet went I on to see what Dames they were , That did the silly soul in pieces tear . Upon his heart , his tender heart I saw , Love like a Prince sit in a Chair of State , Under her feet lay all his thoughts in awe , Not daring once their case for to debate ; The reason was , reason it self was fled , And scarce did hold a corner of the head . Upon this head did foolish fancy sit , Devising toyes his Mistris mind to move , I never saw the like conceits of wit , As thence were sent to get his Mistris love : And though he sent unto her more and more He never sent the same he sent before . On either hand did sit a modest Dame , One on the left , another on the right , One called Hope , the other Faith by name , Too constant both for love that was but light ; Yet winged both , as if they would aspire , Faith with desert , and Hope with hot desire . Upon his feet two spitefull ones did sit , To weigh him down , & nail him to the ground To clog his hope , his faith , his love his wit , From getting her to whom he would be bound To wit , distrust , that hindred faith to flye , Despair , that hindred hope to mount on hye . While I stood musing at his wofull case , She passed by that puts him to this pain , It grieved me to see so sweet a face , To bear a hand so armed with disdain , And as his faith began to plead desart , With her disdain , she thrust him through the heart . Do I say him ? I feel my self her hand , This very wound doth drive my dream away , Well may I dream that others by me stand , But when I wake , I must the person play : Well may I dream this deed by others true , But when I wake , it can be none but you . When he knew not how to please her . IF any man an endless maze do tread , Where neither in nor out he finds the way , If any's fancy be by reason lead , To one that doth both dally and delay , If any Anchor cast in careless Cost , 'T is only I that study to be lost . My wit is snar'd within a Serpents head , Where there are many turnings to and fro , My foolish heart is yet with reason led , To think it reason that it should be so : And I my self , I grant , do study most Conceits of wit , by which I may be lost . What will you have me do ? what will you not ? Shal I be yours ? not so , mine own ? nor so ? Go I away , I have a new love got , Stay I , what get I , but but in faith Sir no ? Wish I your love , you say I wish no reason , Touch I you brest , you say I offer treason . How will you have me to behave me then ? Not yours , and yet but yours I may not be , As touching , so not touching doth offend , Go I , or stay I , there is fault in me , Yet must I still in this or that offend , Untill you tell how I may both amend . In truth . INn truth sometime it was a sweet conceit , To think how Truth & Love did live together But now in truth there is so much deceit , That truth indeed is gone I know not whither ; Yet liveth truth , and hath its secret Love , And Love in Truth deserves to be regarded ; And Love regard in conscience doth approve , Approved truth can never be discarded : Then try me first , and if that true you prove me ▪ In truth you wrong me , if you do not love me . Vpon a Discourtesie . CLose up thy lids mine eye , thy leaves mine eare , Put up thy pipes my tongu , thy stripes my heart Head hide thy self , wit leave thy fancies dear , Hand , let thy pen no more it self impart ; For when eye sees , ear hears , heart feels disdain How may I speak , or write , or think but pain . Head akes with casting fancies in his mold , Hand shakes with setting of these fancies down Hart quaks to think that love shud wax so cold And each part takes my wrong to be his own ; But yet since you in them do me forsake , 'T is I , not they that ake , that shake , that quake . My aking head can dream of nothing now , But Agonies of a perplexed mind , My shaking hand can write down nothing now But fitts of Agues , shaking in their kind . My quaking heart doth pant within my breast That so great love should find so little rest . Vpon May-Day . THis morning did I dream of merry May , How I did rise , and forth a Maying go , To take the pleasure of the pleasant day , In which we may without all fear of no ; Methought into a Park of Dear I came , A pleasant place , and full of pleasing game . A goodly pale it had about it round , As even as Art could make , or Nature bear , Which did set forth the goodness of the ground And compass in the hasty flying Dear , The Gate was made with clasp of silver fast , Where few or none without great favor past . The froward Keeper did deny me way , And askt me , how I durst to come so neer ? Since it is May said I , I trust I may Come in and out , so that I steal no Dear : No , no , said he , go May it other where , Though it be May , you may not May it here ▪ With that I stood aloof the Park to view , And over pale the pleasures to behold , Where I perceiv'd a Lawn of perfect hew , Which did abound in pleasures manifold , Above the which a goodly hill there stood , Upon the which , there grew a goodly wood . Within the Gate I did a Cave espye , Whence of sweet breath there blew a pleasant wind , Happy were he that at the mouth might lye , To cool his heart , when hot he doth it find : Yet farther in methought there did appear ; Two lively Springs , as any Chrystal clear . What kind of Dear it held , I need not tell , It nothing held , that is not holden dear , Each thing it held , became the Park so well , It grieved me that I could not come neer : But wo is me that in this pleasant ground , Beauty should be the Dear , & love the Hound . Of his Love , upon his purpose to travell . AS vertuous men passe mild away , And wisper to their souls to go , While some of their sad friends do say , Now his breath goes , and some say no : So let us melt , and make no noise , Nor tear flouds , nor sigh tempests move , 'T were profanation of our joyes , To tell the Laity of our Love ; Movings of th'earth cause harms and fear , Men reck on what they did , and meant , But trepidations of the Sphere , Though greater far , are innocent : Dull sublunary Lovers love , Whose soul is sense , cannot admit Absence , because it doth remove Those things , which elemented it . But we , by love so much refin'd , That our souls know not what it is , Enter assured of the mind , Careless , eyes , lips , and hands do miss : Our two souls therefore which are one , Though I must go● endure not yet A breach , but an expansion , As gold to airy thinness beat . If they be two , they are two so , as stiff-●wind Compasses are two . Thy soul , the fixt foot makes no shoo● to move , yet doth , if th'other doe : And though it in the Centre sit , yet while the other far doth rome , It leanes and hearkens after it , and growes erect , as that comes home . Such then be thou to me , who must , like th'other foot obliquelie run : Thy firmness draws my circle just , and makes me End where I begun . J. Dun. To his Mistris of Love and Hate . TAke heed of loving mee , at least remember I forbade it thee ; Not that I shall repair m●unthrifty waste of breath and blood , upon thy sighs and tears , And so recover my lost soul at last : for so great joy my life at once out-weares , Then least thy love by my death frustate be , If thou love me , take heed of loving me . Take heed of Hating me . Or too much triumph in thy Victorie ; Not that I shall be mine own Officer , and Hate with Hate again Retaliate : But thou wilt looose the name of Conquerar , if I thy conquest perish by thy hate . Then least my being nothing , lessen thee , if thou hate me , take heed of hating me . Yet Love and Hate me ●oo ; So these Extreams shall neithers Office doe Love me that I may dye the gentle way : Hate me , because thy Love 's too great for me , Or let these two themselves , not me decay : So shall I live thy Stage , not triumph be : Then least thy Love , hate , and me thou undo , O let me live , O Love , and Hate me too . His Dyet . TO what a cumbersom unwealdiness , And burd●nous corpulence my love had grown But that I did to make it less , And keep it in proportion , Give it a Dyet , made it feed upon , That , which love worst endures , discretion . Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not , Of which my fortune , and my faults had part , And if sometimes by stealth hegot , A she-sigh from my Mistris heart ; And though to feast on that , I let him see ▪ 'T was neither very sound , nor want to me , If he wrung from me a tear , I burnt it so With scorn or shame , that him it nourisht not , If he suckt hers , I let him know , 'T was not a tear which he had got , His drink was counterfeit , as was his meat , For eyes that roul towards all , weep not , but sweat . What ever he would distaste , I wrote that , But burnt my Letters , if she writ to me , and that favour that made him fat , I said , if any little be Convey'd by this , ah , what doth it avail , To be the fortieth name in an entail . Thus I reclaim'd my Buzzard love to flye , At what , and when , and how , & where I chuse , Now negligent of sport I lye , And now as other Faulkners use , I spring a Mistris , swear , write , sigh , and weep , And the game kil'd , or lost , go talk , or sleep . Against Marriage . THere never lived that married woman yet , 〈◊〉 truly could commend the wives estate Though some perhaps in modsty and wit , Wil rather prais't , then shew their grief too late This Marriage is a field of discontents , All over-grown with a confused h●ap Of wrongs , cares , and many ill events , Which Husbands sowe , but Wives are forc'd to reap . Or like a prison with a painted door , Which passengers suppose a Princely place ; But entred in , they do repent full sore , Their former errour , and their present case : O Maids beware of this Tolossa gold , 'T is fair in shew , but ruine doth infold . Against Melancholy . GO damned Melancholy , get thee hence , Thou hell-bred fury , torment of the mind , Weakner of wit , abuser of the sence , Within whose bounds al mischiefs are confin'd Thou sullen sin , souls torture day and night , Health-killing humour , Harbinger of Death , Grave to content , darkner of beauties light , Unto all good thou art the floud of Leath ; A waking dream , a spur to jealousie ; A fond conveyer of a thousand toyes ; The ready path which leads to Lunacie , Is this bereaver of our earthly joyes : The Gods , I think , when we deserv their curse , Inflict this plague , because there is no worse . Dr. Iohn Dun's Will . BEfore I sigh my last gasp , let me breathe ( Greet Love ) some Legacies . Here I bequeath Mine Eyes to Argus , if mine eyes can see ; If they be blinde , then Love I give them thee ; My tongue to Fame ; t' Ambassadores mine ears ; to Women , or the Sea , my tears ; Thou Love hast taught me heretofore , By making me serve her wh'ad twenty more , That I should give to none but such , as had too much before . My Constancy I to the Plannets give , My truth to them , who at the Court do live , Mine Ingenuitie and openness To Iesuites , to Buffocns my pensiveness ; My silence t' any , who abroad have bin ; my Money to a Capuchin . Thou , Love , taughts me , b' appointing me , To love there , where no Love receiv'd could be , Onely to give to such as have an incapa●●● I give my R●putation to those That were my Friends ; my 〈…〉 To School-men I be queath my 〈…〉 My Sickness to Physitions , 〈◊〉 Excti●● To Nature all that I in Rime have writ , and to my company , my wit . Thou , Love , by making me adore Her , who begot this love in me before , Taughts me to make , as though I gave , when I did but restore . To him , for whom the Passing Bell next towles , I give my Physick Books ; my written rowles , Of morall Counsails , I to Bedlam give : My brazen Meddalls unto them , which live In want of bread ; to them which passe among all Forreiners , mine English tongue . Thou Love , by making me Love one , Who thinks her friendship a fit portion For younger Loves , dost all my gifts thus disproportion . Therefore I le give no more , but I 'le undoe The world by dying , because Love dyes too : Then all your beauties will be no more worth Then gold in Mynes , where none doth draw it forth . And all your graces no more use shall have , than a Sundyall in a Grave , Thou Love taughtst me , by making me Love her , who doth neglect both me and thee . T'intent and Practise this one way t' annihilate all three . J. D. Elegies by Mr. W. M. An Elegie on a Sexton . I Many Grave have made , but enjoy'd none , This which I made not , I possest alone ; Each Corps without embalming it did serve , My life like precious Mummy to preserve ; Death , which then kind , now cruel found I have Rob'd me of life , which me my living gave ; No , Death is still more kind , for in the Grave Where once I labour had , now rest I have ; I made good use of time , and night and day , Had eare and heed how the hour did rass away ; I still was ready for a Grave , nor shall Grive at what most I joy'd , a Funerall : As I was wont , though not so soon as then , Out of the Grave I shall come forth agen . On a Scrivener . HEre to a period is the Scrivener come , This is his last sheet , his ful point , his Tomb Of all Aspersions I excuse him not , 'T is plain he liv'd not without many a blot , Yet he no ill example shew'd to any , But rather gave good Copies unto many ; He in good Letters had been alwayes bred , And hath writ more then many men have read ; He Rulers had at his command by Law , Although he could not hang , yet he could draw His force more bondmen had & made then any , A dash alone of his Pen ruin'd many , That not without great reason we may call , His Letter great , or little Capitall , Yet 't is the Scriveners fault , as sure as just , When he hath all done , then he turns to dust . An Elegie on a Barber . HEre 's a mad ' Shaver laid , a cutting Lad , That many trim feats , and som bald ones had ; His actions were but barbarous , and he More poling was then Pettifoggers be , And if his fingers lookt unto were not , Twenty to one , but he would cut your throat , But he that is not hair-brain'd needs not fear , Maugre bald luck by him to lose an hair : I wonder then he dy'd that liv'd alone , By excrements , hair , which can nourish none . Such an hard workman we might hardly spar ▪ This accident fell out against the hair , Since in deaths Empire , of a barbar's trade , ( For dead mens hair doth grow ) might use be made Death takes and soundly payes him , how soere , Here yet is left his equalls to an hair . An Elegie on a Mason . SO long the Mason wrought on others walls , That his own house of clay to ruine falls , Which shall be new built and repair'd alone , When heaven and earth have dissolution ; He alwayes kept his actions within square , None of his doings but were regular ; He had a Trull , and that was vitious , And climing high , he seem'd ambitious ; Though much of him , yet truly said might be , No Lay-man did more edifie then he ; By laying Lime , he caught much foul , and none Took with a hook more pain then he had done No marvel spightful death wrought his annoy , He sought to build , and death seeks to destroy . On a Trumpeter . IF that Fames Trumpet shall not speak thy worth , Yet thou a Trumpet hadst to set it forth , I thoght at last thou wuldst fal dead to ground Having been long accustomed to sound ; Thou wer 't too much puft up long time to last , Needs must he dye whose life is but a blast ; Thee a sound fellow we did alwayes find , Or thou like him that 's with the Collick pin'd Preservd'st thy life by letting forth of wind ; Camelian-like of ayre thou hadst thy food , And 't was a bad wind did blow thee no good ; Rob'd of thy windpipes once by cruel Death , For want of breath thou dyd'st that liv'st by breath . Pack up thy Pipes , here silent rest , till when , A Trumpets sound make thee to live agen . An Elegie on a Sailour . NOw on dry land the Sailor he doth rest Aborad , here seeming cabin'd in a Chest , The frail bark of 's life , which strange did sound For want of wind , not water , here 's aground . 'T is known some time a Landed man he was , But had of late gone down the winde apace : His life was fleeting and unstaid ; but Death Made him a Grave-man , and him setled hath . He could not but remember he must die , That had his Shrowd each day before his eye , Needs must his Corps long incorrupt abide , Which seem'd inbalm'd with Pitch before he dide . An Elegie on a Hunter . HEre lies a dogged fellow , who hath run Out all his time , & now his course is don ; A running head he had , and did not scorne , Though it did sound abroad , to wear the horn . His course so open was , that whosoere Observ'd it , soon might have him at a Hare . He could not hunt thrift , yet his trace shal stand He kept his Leases , though he sold his Land . He cannot leave his lying , though he die , For he being dead , yet in his grave doth lye . Lament his losse , that like a Hunter , he Brought to his Grave , with a great cry might be . An Elegie on a Tinker . SIx foot at last , the wandring Tinker bound , He silent rests , whose acts once loud did sound At handy-stroakes he did no Valour lack , Stout fellow that was metled at the back . It seems a perfect Alchymist he was , For into Silver he did turn his Brass . 'T is like he spake to purpose what he said , For he still strook the Nail upon the head . He made two holes , while he did mend one hole , And did his work by piece , and not the whole ; Often in Latine he would men beguile , And yet speak nought but English all the while . His Nose and Forehead , each a brazen one , Carried the badge of his Occupation : Yet had he not so soon come to an end , T'had better been , for he each day did mend . An Elegie on a Smith . FArewell stowt Iron-side , not all thy Art Could make a shield against Deaths envious dart . Without a fault , no man his life doth pass , And to his Vice the Smith addicted was . He oft ( as Choller is en creast by fire ) Was in his fumes , and much inclin'd to ire , He had been long so us'd to forge , that he Was with a black Cole markt for Forgery ; But he for whiteness needed not to care , H'ad but a Black-smith bin , though ne'r so fair . Pragmaticall he seem'd by his desire , Still to have many Irons in the fire ; And opportunities he lacked not , That knew to strike then when the Irons hot ; As the door nails ho made he 's now as dead , He them , & him hath Death knockt in the head An Elegie on Squire Bug a Shooemaker . HE that hath made so many souls of late , Now wants a soul himself to animate , That he so wrung them , many did compalin , But at the last he gave them ease again : He sometimes did work booty for his frieads , And whom soe'r he serv'd , wrought his own ends ; But if to take the length of others foot Shew cunning , none knew better how to do 't : He kept the old worlds custome , by his trade Reviv'd , for he of Leather Money made ; The Leather lessen'd him to drink , which nere Approved was , till it well Liquor'd were ; He well observ'd how he his life did spend , Who saw each day that he was neer his end ; His death might welcome be to those that use , ( Being bare themselvs ) to gape for dead mens shooes . An Elegie on a Tapster . HEre lyes a man of reckning , often seen t' have born much drink , & not distemperd been . He seem'd a lusty Sword-man , for he would Draw upon small occasion , and none should Scot-free esape , that through his fingers past , But they were sure to pay for it at last . Of his hard measure many have complain'd , He car'd not while he out of measure gain'd ; Such was his pot-luck , that to high place when , He had been call'd , soone he came down agen ; Now this draw-drink being dead by fatall hap , Soon you shall have a fresh one at the Tap . FINIS . A33849 ---- A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print. 1673 Approx. 144 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 95 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- 17th century. 2003-05 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-06 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-07 Marika Ismail Sampled and proofread 2003-07 Marika Ismail Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-08 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A Collection OF POEMS Written upon several OCCASIONS By several PERSONS . With many Additions , Never before in Print . LONDON , Printed for Tho. Collins and Iohn Ford in Fleetstreet , and Will. Cademan at the Popes 〈◊〉 New-Exchange Stra●d . 1673. THE TABLE THe Temple of Death Page ● To Ce●ia . You tell me , Celia , you approve . 14 Answer 〈◊〉 , I wish as well as you 18 To Celia ▪ Princes make Laws , by which 19 To Cloris , Cloris , I justly am be●ray●d 21 To a Lady , who told him , he could not Love 22 To Cloris , Cloris , you live ador'd by all 24 A farewel to Love 27 Song Though , Phillis , your prevailing Charms 28 Epilogue , to every Man in his humour 29 To a very ●o●ng Lady 32 The Forsaken Mistress 33 The Divided Heart 36 To M. J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian 37 〈◊〉 Urania 40 To S●lvi T●e Nymph that undoe● me 41 To Celia . As in those Nations where 42 The Submission 43 C●nstancy 44 T●e ●●d●fference 46 A Pastor●l Dialogue 49 To a Lady , who fled the sight of him 52 To a Lady who askt him how long he would Love her 53 Song . Tell me no more you love in vain 54 To the Marchioness of New Castle , on her Poems 56 Epilogue to Tartuff 5● The Imperfect Enjoyment 61 Prologue at the opening of the D●ke's New Play-House 65 Falling in Love with a Stranger at a Play 67 Indifference excused 69 T●e Platonick 71 To a D●vout Young Woman 73 Song . When Aur●lia first became 74 To Cloris Cloris , I cannot say your Eyes 76 Song . A●relia , art thou mad 77 Song . Love still has something of the Sea 79 A Dial●gue between Amintas and Celia 82 Song . Get you gone , you will undo me 85 Song . Phillis , you have enough enjoy'd 88 Song . Madam , for your Commands to stay 89 Awake my Eyes , at night my thoughts pursue 90 Song Phillis , le ts shan the Common Fate ib. Distich 92 The painted Apples that adorn ib. Song . Not Celia , that I juster am 94 Thirsis , no more against my flame advise 95 Song . I ask not my Celia would love me again 97 Song Drink about till the day finde us 98 Song Walking among thick shades alone 99 Song . As I sat thoughtfull in a shade 102 ●ong . The Grave my Envy now begets 106 The Ballers Life , A S●ng 108 Song When Cold De●p●i● 109 To Celia . Celia . the faithful servant you disown , 116 To Celia . All things submit themselves to your Commands 113 As he la● in the Plain , his Arm 116 Song . How charming are those pleasant . 118 Song . Give o're foolish heart , and make haste . 120 Song . With so much ingrateful Swains 121 Song : Dear Am●nda , in vain you so coily . 127 A Panegyrick sent by a Gentleman to his Mystress with his Picture . 124 A Letter sent from a Gentleman to his Friend . 12● A Memento Mori . 134 Song . Of ●ll the brisk Dancers . 135 The Pot Rapsodes . 136 Song . It is not . Chloris : 137 Song . Ah , Chloris . 140 Song , To Chloris 141 Octavio to Portia 142 Song . When as my Thirsis 144 Song . Though Damon . 148 Song . If thou boast 149 Song . To Lucinda . 150 To 〈◊〉 Mystress 152 So●g . Fa●th , now my Dear 154 To 〈◊〉 . 155 The distract●d Lover to the Ayre of , Awake all ye 〈◊〉 . 156 To La●rinda 1●8 Prologue to the Impertinent , Acted at the Mid●le Temple 159 Prologue at Oxford 161 Prologue to the Ord●●ary . 163 Epilogue to the Ordinary 166 A Prologue spoken at Court to the Emp●ress of Morocco 168 A Part spoken by the Lady Elizabeth Howard . 170 Another Prologue spoken at Court to the Emperess of Morocco 1●2 Song . Forgive me . Jove . 175 Song . A● ! cruel eyes 176 Song . Nay Let me alone 177 Song . In the Dutch Lover 1●8 Song . O● the time that is past ●●8 Song . On the London Ladies 183 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . IN those cold Climates where the Sun appears Unwillingly , and hides his face in tears , A dreadful Vale lies in a Desart-Isle , On which indulgent Heaven did never smile . There a vast Grove of aged Cypress Trees , Which none without an awful horrour sees , Into its wither'd arms dep●iv'd of leaves , Whole flocks of ill-presaging Birds receives ; Poysons are all the plants the soyl will bear , And Winter is the only season there . Millions of graves cover the spacious field , And springs of blood a thousand Rivers yield , Whose streams opprest with carcases and bones , Instead of gentle murmurs , pour forth groans . Within this Vale a famous Temple stands , Old as the Universe which it commands ; Round is its figure , and four Iron Gates Divide the World by order of the Fates . There come in crouds doomd to one common grave The young , the old , the Monarch and the Slave . Old age , and pains which Mankind most deplores , Are faithful Keepers of those sacred doors ; All clad in mournful blacks , which also load The sacred walls of this obscure abode , And Tapers of a pitchy substance made , With clouds off noak increase the dismal shade ▪ A Monster void of Reason and of Sight , The Goddess is that sways this Realm of Night ▪ Her Power extends o're all things that have breath , A cruel Tyrant , and her name is Death . The fairest object of our wondring eyes Was newly offer'd up her sacrifice ; Th' adjoyning places where the Altar stood , Yet blushing with the fair Almeria's blood . When sad Melintus , whose unhappy flame Is known by all that ere converst with fame ; His mind possest with fury and despair , Within the sacred Temple made this prayer : Great Deity ▪ who in thy hands dost bear That rusty Scepter which poor Mortals fear , Who wanting eyes thy self respectest none ; And neither spar'st the Lawrel nor the Crown , Oh! thou whom all Mankind in vain withstands , Each of whose blood must one day stain thy hands : Oh , thou that every eye which sees the light , Closest again in an eternal night , Open thy ears , and hearken to my grief , To which thy Power alone can give relief ; I come not hither to prolong my fate , But wish my wretched life a shorter date : And that the Earth would in its bowels hide A soul which Heaven invades on every side ; That from the sight of day I might remove , And might have nothing left me but my love . Thou only Comforter of Mindes opprest , The Port where wearied spirits are at rest ; Conductet to Illysium , take my life , My brest I offer to thy sacred knife : So just a grace deny not , nor despise A willing , though a worthless , sacrifice . Others their frail and mortal state forgot , Before thy Altars are not to be brought Without constraint : the noise of dying rage , Heaps of the slain of every sex and age , The blade all reaking in the gore it shed , With several heads and arms confus'dly spread , The rapid flames of a perpetual fire , The groans of wretches ready to expire : This Tragick Scene makes them in terrour live , Till that is forc'd which they should freely give ; Yielding unwillingly what Heaven wil● have , Their fears eclipse the glory of their Grave . Before thy face they make undecent moan , And feel an hundred deaths in fearing one ; The flame becomes unhallowed in their br●st , And he a Murtherer who was a Priest ; His hands profan'd in breaking Natures chain , By which the body does the fool detain : But against me thy strongest forces call , And on my head let all the tempest fall ; No shrinking back shall any weakness shew . And calmly I 'le expect the fatal blow . My limbs no trembling , in my mind no fear , Plaints in my mouth , nor in my eyes a tear . Think not that time , our wonted sure relief , That universal cure for every grief , VVhose aid so many Lovers oft have found , VVith like success can ever heal my wound : Too weak's the Power of Nature , or of Art , Nothing but death can ease a broken heart . And that thou mayst behold my helpless state , Learn the extreamest rigour of my fate : Amidst th'innumerable beauteous Train Paris , the Queen of Cities , does contain The fairest Town , the greatest , and the best , So fair Almeria shin'd above the rest . From h●r bright eyes to feel a hopeless flame , Was of our youth the most ambitious aim ; Her chains were marks of honour to the brave , She made a Prince whe●e're she made a S●av● . Love , under whose tyrannick power I gr●an , Shew'd me this B●auty ere ' ●was fully blown ; Her doubtf●l hand , and her anpractis'd look , Their first assurance from my Conquest took ; By wounding me she lea●●t the fatal Art , And the first sigh she had was from my heart . My eyes with tears wetting her snowy arms , Render'd the tribute due unto her charms : But as I soonest of all Mortals paid My vows , and to her beauty al●●rs made , So amongst all those slaves that sigh'd in vain , She thought me only worthy of her chain . Lov●s heavy burden , my submissive heart Endur'd not long before the bore her part , My violent flame melted her frozen brest , And in soft sighs her pity she exprest Her gentle voice allayd my raging pains , And her fair hands sustain'd me in my chains Tears from her eyes attended on my moan , And they lookt kindly upon me alone . My hopes and dangers were less mine then hers , Those filled her soul with joys , and these with tears . Our hearts united had the same desires And both alike burn'd with impatient fires ▪ Too faithful Memory , I give thee leave Thy wretched Master kindly to deceive . Make me not once possessor of her charms ▪ Let me not find her languish in my arms Past joyes are now my cruel fancies Theams , Make all my happy nights appear but dreams . Let not those scenes before my eyes be brought , But hide her love from my tormenting thought And in its place disdainful beauty shew , I● thou would'st not be cruel , make her so , And something to abate my deep despair , Oh let her seem less gentle , or less fair . But I in vain flatter my wounded mind , Never was Nymph so lovely , or so kind . No cold repulses my desires supprest , I seldom sigh'd but on Almeria's brests . Of all the passions which mankind destroy , I only felt excess of love and joy . Numberless pleasures charmed my sence , and they Were as my love , without the least allay : As pure , alas , but not so sure to last , For , like a pleasant dream they all are past . From Heaven her beauty like fierce lightning came which breaks through darknes with a glorious flame A while it ●hines , a while our sight it chears , But soon the sh●rt-liv'd comfort disappears , And thunder follows , whose resistless rage None can withstand , and nothing can asswage . So oft the light which those bright flashes gave , Serves to conduct us only to our Grave . When I had first begun Love's joys to taste , Those full rewards for fears and dangers past , A Fever seiz'd her , and to nothing brought The richest work that ever Nature wrought . All things below , alas , uncertain stand The firmest Rocks are plac'd upon the Sand : Under this Law both Kings and Crowns must be●●● For no beginning is without an end . A sacrifice to Time Fate dooms us all , And at the Tyrants feet we daily fall ; Time , whose bold hand alike does bring to dust Mankind , and Gods in which Mankind does trust : Though now her wasted spirits begin to faint , Her patience ties her tongue from all complaint , And in her heart as in a Fort remains , But yet at last yields t● her resistless pains . Thus while the Fever amorous of his prey , Through all her veins makes his delightful way● Her Fates like Semile's , the Flames destroy That beauty they too eagerly enjoy . Her charming face is in its Spring decay'd , Pale grows the Roses , and the Lillies fade . Her skin has lost that ●ustre , which surpast The Sun's , and did deserve as long to last ; Her eyes , which us'd to pierce the hardest hearts , Are now disarm'd of all their flames and darts ; Those Stars n●w heavily and slowly move , And sorrow triumphs in the Throne of Love. The Fever every moment more prevails , Its rage her body fee●s , and Tongue bewails ▪ She who●e disdain so many Lovers prove , Sighs new for Torment , as they ●●gh for Love , And with loud crys , which rend the neighb'ring air Wounds my sad heart , and wakens my despair . Both gods and men I charge now with my loss , And wild with gries , my thoughts each other cross My heart and tongue labour in both extreams , That sends up humble prayrs , while this blasphemes I ask their help whose Power I defie , And mingle sacriledge with Piety . But that which do's still more perplex my mind , To love her truly , I must seem unkind ; So unconcern'd a face my sorrow wears , I still restrain unruly floods of tears . My Eyes and Tongue put on dissembling forms I shew a calmness in the midst of storms . I seem to hope , when all my hopes are gone , And almost dead with grief , discover none . But who can long deceive a loving eye , Or with dry eyes behold his Mistress dye ? When Reason had with all its terrours brought Th● approaching danger nearer to my thought ▪ Off on a sudden fell the forc't disguise , And shew'd a sighing heart in weeping eyes , My apprehensions now no more confin'd , Expos'd my sorrows , and betrayd my mind , The fair afflicted , Soan perceives my tears , Explains my sighs , and thence concludes my fears , With sad presages of her hopeless case , She reads her Fate in my dejected Face , Then feels my torment , and neglects her own , While I am senfi●●e of hers alone ; Each does the others burden kindly bear , I fear her Death , and the bewa●ls my fear ▪ Although we suffer under Fortunes darts , 'T is those of Love alone which reach our hearts . Mean-while the Fever mocks at all our fears , Grows by our sighs , and rages at our tears ; Those vain effects of our as vain desire , Like Wind and Oyl increase the fatal fire . Almeria feeling th'unjust destinies About to shut her lips , and close her eyes , Weeping , in mine put her fair trembling hand , And with these words I scarce could understand ; Her Passion in a dying voice express'd Half : and her sighs , alas , made out the rest . 'T is past , this pang Nature forsakes the strife , Thou must thy Mystriss lose , and I my Life . I die , but dying thine , the Fates may prove Their Conquest over me , but not my Love ; Thy Memory , my Glory , and my pain , In spight of Death it self , shall still remain , Ah! Dear Melintus , my hard Fate denies That hope is the last thing which in us di●s : From my grievd brest all those soft thoughts are fled And love survives , although my hope is dead ; Yyield my life , but keep my Passion yet , And can all thoughts but of Melintus quit . My flame in●reases as my strength decayes , Death , that puts out the light , the heat does raise , Which leavs me not , though I from hence remove I lose my Lover , but I keep my Love. The figh which sent forth that last tender word , Up towards the Heavens like a bright meteor soar'd And the kind Nymph bereft of all her Charms , Falls cold and breathless in her Lovers Arms , VVhich shews , since Death deny'd him then relief ; That 't is in vain men hope to die with grief . Goddess , that now my Fate has understood , Spare but my tears , and freely take my blood , Here let me end the story of my cares , My grief it self enough the rest declares ▪ Thou seest by all my misery thus display'● ▪ VVhether I ought not to implore thy aid , Thus to survive a guilt upon me draws , And my sad wishes have too just a caus●●● Come then , my only hope , in every place , Thou visitest , men tremble at thy face , And fear thy name , once let thy fatal hand Destroy a Swain , that doth the blow demand . Vouchsafe thy Dart , I need not one of those , With which thou dost unwilling Kings depose , Thy weakest my desir'd release will bring , And free my Soul already on her wing . To CELIA . YOu tell me , Celia , you approve , Yet never must return my love ▪ An answer that my hope destroys , And in the cradle wounds our joys ; To kill at once what needs must die , None would to birds and beasts deny How can you than s● crue● prove , As to preserve , and ●●rture love . That beauty Nature kindly meant For her own pride , and our content ; Why should the Tyrant honour make Our greatest torment ▪ let us break His yoke , and that base power dis●ain , Which only keeps the good in pain . In Love and War th' Impostor ●o's The best to greatest harms expose . Come then , my Ce●●a , let 's no more This Devil for a God adore ; Like foo●ish Indians we have been , Whose whole Religion is a sin ▪ If we the Laws of Love had kept , And not in d●eams of Hon●ur slept , He wou'd have surely , long ere this , Have crown'd us with the highest bliss ; Our Joy had then been as compleat , As now our Folly has been great : Let 's lose no time then , but repent , Love wlecome's best a Penitent . ANSWER : THirsis , I wish , as well as you , To Honour there were nothing due ▪ Then would I pay my debt of love In the same coin that you approve ; Which now you must in friendship take , T is all the payment I can make ; Friendship so high , that I must say , T is rather love with some allay . And rest contented , since that I As well my self as you deny . Learn then of me bravely to bear The want of what you hold most dear ; And that which Honour does in me , Let my example work on thee . To CELIA . PRinces make laws by which their subjects live And the high gods rules for their worship give How should poor Mortals else a service find At all proportion'd to their mighty Mind ? Had it been left to us , each one would bring , Of what he lik'd himself , an offering ; And with unwelcom zeal perhaps displease Th' offended Deity he would appease . All powers but thine this mercy do allow , And how they wou'd be serv'd themselves do shew A rude Barbarian wou'd his captiv'd fo Fully instruct in what he 'd have him do . And can it be , my Celia , that Lov● Less kind then War shou'd to the vanquisht prove ; Say , cruel Fair , then , would you that my flame Shou'd for a while move under friendships name ; Or may it boldly like it self appear , And its own tale deliver to your ear , Or must it in my tortur'd bosome live Like fire in quiet flints , and no light give ; And only then humbly send forth a small Spark , when your self does on that subject fall ; My passion can with any laws comply , And for your sake do any thing , but die . To CLORIS . Cloris , I justly am betray'd By a design my self had laid , Like an old Rook , whom in his cheat A run of Fortune does defeat . thought at first with a small sum Of love , thy heap to overcome ; Presuming on thy want of art , Thy gentle and unpractis'd heart . But naked Beauty can prevail , Like open force , when plots do fail . Instead of that thou hast all mine , And I have not one stake of thine : And , like all winners , do'st discover A willingness to give me over . And though I beg , thou wilt not now ; 'T were better thou should'st do so too For I so far in debt shall run , Even thee I shall be forc't to shun . My hand , alas , is no more mine , Else it had long ago been thine , My heart I give thee , and we call No man unjust that parts with all . What a Priest says moves not the mind , Souls are by love , not words , combin'd . To a Lady , who told him he could not Love. MAdam , though meaner Beauties might , Perhaps , have need of some such slight ; Who to excuse their Rigour , must Say they our passions do mistrust , And that they wou'd more pity shew , Were they but sure our loves were tru● . You shou'd those petty Arts despise , Secure of what is once your prize , We to our Slaves no frauds address , But as they are our minds express . Tell me not then I cannot Love , Say , rather , you it ne're can move ; Who can no more doubt of your charms , Then I resist such pow'rful arms : Whose numerous force that I withstood So long , was not through any hope I cou'd Escape their pow'r , but through despair , Which oft makes Courage on t of fear . I trembling saw how you us'd those Who tamely yielded without blows : Had you but one of all them spar'd , I might , perhaps , have been ensnar'd , And not have thus , e're I did yield , Call'd Love's whole Force into the Field . Yet now I 'm Conquer'd I will prove Faithful as they that never strove . All flames in matter where too fast They do not seize , the longer last . Then blame not mine for moving slow Since all things durable are so . The Oak that 's for three hundred years Design'd in growing , one out-wears . Whilst flowers for a season made Quickly spring up , and quickly fade , To CLORIS . CLoris , you live ador'd by all , And yet on none your favours fall . A stranger Mistress ne're was known ▪ You pay us all in Paying none . We him of avarice accuse , Who what he has does fear to use But what disease of mind shall I Call this thy hated penury ? Thou wilt not give out of a store , Which no profuseness can make poor . Misers , when dead , may make amends . And in their Wills enrich their friends ; But when thou dy'st , thy Treasure dies , And thou canst leave no Legacies . What madness is it then to spare , VVhen we want power to make an Heir ? Live , Cloris , then at the full rate , Of thy great Beauty ; and since Fate To Love , and Youth , is so severe ; Enjoy'm freely while th' art here . Some caution yet I 'de have thee use , Whene're thou dost a servant chuse . We are not all for Lovers fit , No more then Arms or Arts of Wit. For Wisdom some respected are , Some we see pow'rful at the Bar ; Some for Preferment waste their time And the steep Hill of Honour climb ; Others of Love their business make , In Love their whole diversion take . Take one of those , for in one brest Two passions live but ill at rest : And even , of them , I 'de have thee fly All that take flame at every eye . All those that light and faithless are , All that dare more then think thee fai●● Take one of Love who nothing says , And yet whom every word betrays . Love in the cradle pretty shews , And when 't can speak unruly grows . A Farewel to Love. ONce more Loves mighty chains are broke , His strength and cunning I defie , Once more I have thrown off his yoke , And am a man , and do despise the Boy . Thanks to her pride , and her disdain , And all the follies of a scornful mind , I had ne're possest my heart again , If fair Miranda had been kind . Welcome fond wanderer , as ease And plenty to a wretch in pain , That worn with want and a disease , Enjoys his health and all his friends again . Let others waste their time and youth , VVatch and look pale , to gain a peevish maid , And learn too late this dear-bought truth , At length they 're sure to be betray'd . THough , Phillis , your prevailing charms Have forc'd me from my Celia's arms That kind defence against all powers , But those resistless eyes of yours : Think not your conquest to maintain , By rigour and un●ust disdain ; In vain , fair Nymph , in vain you strive For love does seldom hope survive . My heart may languish for a time , Whilest all your Glories in their prime Can justifie such cruelty . By the same force that conquer'd me , When age shall come , at whose command Those troops of beauties must disband ; A Tyrants strength once took away , What slave so dull as to obey ! EPILOGUE To every Man in his humour . IN treaty shall not serve nor violence ▪ To make me speak in such a Playes defence . A Play where Wit and Humour do agree To break all practis'd Laws of Comedy : The Scene ( what more absurd ) in England lies , No Gods descend , nor dancing Devils rise ; No captive Prince from nameless Country brought No battel , nay , there 's not a duel fought . And something yet more sharply might be said , But I consider the poor Author's dead ; Let that be his excuse — Now for our own , VVhy — Faith , in my opinion , we need none . The parts were fitted well ; but some will say , Pox on 'em Rogues what made 'em chuse this Play ? I do not doubt but you will credit me , It was not choice , but meer necessity ; To all our writing friends , in Town , we sent , But not a VVit durst venture out in Lent ; Have patience but till Easter-Term , and then You shall have Jigg and Hobby-horse agen . Here 's Mr. Matthew , our domestique VVit , Does promise one of the ten Plays h 'as writ ; But since great bribes weigh nothing with the just Know , we have merits , and in them we trust ; VVhen any Fasts , or Holy-days , defer The publick labours of the Theatre , We ride not forth although the day be fair , On ambling Tit to take the Suburb-air , But with our Authors meet , and spend that time To make up quarrels between sence and rhyme . Wednesdays and Fridays constantly we sate Till after many a long and free debate , For divers weighty reasons 't was thought fit , Unruly sence shu'd still to rhyme submit . This the most wholesom Law we ever made . So strictly in this Epilogue obey'd , Sure no man here will ever dare to break . Enter Johnson's Ghost . Hold , and give way , for I my self will speak , Can you encourage so much insolence , And add new faults still to the great offence Your Ancestors so rashly did commit Against the mighty Powers of Art and Wit ? When they condemn'd those noble works of mine Sejanus , and my best lov'd Cataline : Repent , or on your guilty heads shall fall The curse of many a rhyming Pastoral : The three bold Beauchamps shall revive again , And with the London Prentice conquer Spain All the dull follies of the former age Shall rise and find applause upon this Stage . But if you pay the great arrears of praise , So long since due to my much injur'd Plays , From all past crimes I first will set you free , And then inspire some one to write like me . To a very Young Lady . SWeetest bud of Beauty , may No untimely frost decay Th' early glories which we trace , Blooming in thy matchless face ; But kindly opening , like the Rose , Fresh beauties every day disclose , Such as by Nature are not shewn In all the blossoms she has blown : And then what conquest shall you make , Who hearts already dayly take ; Scorcht in the Morning with thy beams , How shall we bear those sad extreams Which must attend thy threatning eyes When thou shalt to thy Noon arise The forsaken Mistress . DIALOGUE . Phil. TEll me , gentle Strephon , why You from my Embraces fly ; Does my love thy love destroy ; Tell me , I will yet be coy . Stay , O stay , and I will feign ( Th●●gh I break my h●art ) disdain ; But lest I too unkind appear , For ev'ry frown I le shed a tear . And if in vain I court thy love , Let mine , at least , thy pity move : Ah while I scorn , vouchsafe to woo , Methinks you may dissemble too . Str. Ah Phillis , that you wou'd contrive A way to keep my love alive , But all your other charms must fail , When kindness ceases to prevail . Alas ! no less then you , I grieve , My dying flame has no reprieve , For I can never hope to find , Shou'd all the Nymphs I court be kind , One Beautie able to renew Those pleasures I enjoy in you , When Love and Youth did both conspire To fill our breasts and veins with fire . 'T is true , some other Nymph may gain That heart which merits your disdain , But second Love has still allay , The joys grow aged , and decay . Then blame me not for losing more Then Love and Beauty can restore : And let this truth thy comfort prove , I wou'd , but can no longer love . The Divided Heart . AH ! Celia , that I were but sure Thy l●ve , like mine , cou'd still endure ; T●at time and absence , which distroy The cares of Lovers , and their joy , Cou'd never rob me of that part Which you have giv'n me of your heart ; ●●●ers unenvy'd might possess Whole hearts , and boast that happiness . T was nobler Fortune to divide The Roman Empire in her pride ●●en on so●e low and barb'rous Throne , 〈◊〉 p●a●'d , to rule alone . Love only from thy heart exacts The several d●bts thy face contracts , And by that new and juster way ●●cures thy Empire and his sway ▪ Fav'ring but one he might compel The hopeless Lover to rebel . But shou'd he other hearts thus share , That in the whole so worthless are , Shou'd into several squadrons draw That strength which kept entire cou'd awe , Men would his scatter'd powers deride , And conqu'ring Him those spoils divide . TO Mr J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian . WHile others toil our Country to supply With what we need only for Luxury , Spices , and Silk , in the rich East provide , To glut our Avarice and feed our pride You forreign learning prosperously transmit , To raise our Virtue ; and provoke our Wit. You ●orreign learning prosperously transmit , To raise our Vertue , and provoke our Wit. Such brave designs your gen'rous soul inflame To be a bold Adventurer for Fame ; How much oblig'd are Italy and France , While with your voice their Musick you advance ? Your growing Fame with Envy can oppose , Who sing with no less art then they compose ; In these attempts so few have had success , Their Beauties suffer in our English dress : By artless hands spoil'd of their native air , They seldom pass from moderately fair : As if you meant these injuries to atone , You give them charms more conqu'ring then their own Not like the dull laborious Flatterer , With secret art those graces you confer . The skilful Painters with slight stroaks impart , That subtil beauty which affects the heart . There are who publickly profess they hate Translations , and yet all they write translate : So proud , they scorn to drive a lawfull trade , Yet by their wants are shameless P●rates made ▪ These you incense , while you their thefts reveal Or else prevent in what they meant to steal From all besides ; you are secure of praise , But you so high our expectation raise , A gen●ral discontent we shall declare , If such a workman only shou'd repair . You to the dead your Piety have shewn , Adorn'd their monuments , now build your own : Drawn in the East , we in your lines may trace That Genius which of old inspir'd the place : The banish'd Muses back to Greece you bring , Where their best airs you so divinely sing ; The world must own they are by you restor'd To sacred shades , where they were first ador'd . Virtues Vrania . HOpeless I languish out my days , Struck with Urania's conqu'ring eyes : The wretch at whom she darts these rayes Must feel the wound untill he dies . Though endless be her cruelty , Calling her beauties to my mind , I bow beneath her tyranny , And dare not murmur she 's unkind Reason this tamness does upbraid , Proff●●ing to arm in my defence ; But when I call her to my aid , She 's more a Traitor then my sense . No sooner I the warr declare But strait her succour she denies , And joyning forces with the fair , Confirms the conquest of her ey●s . Silvia . THe Nymph that undoes me , is fair & unkind No less then a wonder by Nature design'd ; She 's the grief of my heart , the joy of my eye , And the cause of a flame that never can die . Her mouth from whence wit still obligingly flows Has the beautiful blush , and the smell of the rose ; Love and destiny both attend on her will , She wounds with a look , with a frown she can kill The desperate Lover can hope no redress , Where beautie and rigour are both in excess ; In Silvia they meet , so unhappy am I , Who sees her most love , & who loves her must die . To Celia AS in those Nations where they yet adore Marble and Cedar , and their aid implore , 'T is not the Workman , nor the precious Wood , But 't is the Worshipper that makes the God : So , cruel Fair , though Heaven has giv'n thee all We Mortals ( Virtue , or can Beauty ) call , T is we that give the Thunder to your frowns , Darts to your Eyes , and to our selves the wounds . Without our Love , which proudly you deride , Vain were your Beauty , and more vain your Pride ▪ All envy'd beings that the world can shew , Still to some meaner thing their greatness ow ; Subjects make Kings , and we ( the numerous Train Of humble Lovers ) constitute thy Reign . This difference only Beauties Realm may boast ; Where most it favours , it enslaves the most And they to whom it is indulgent found , Are ever in the rudest fetters bound . What Tyrant yet , but thee , was ever known , Cruel to those that serv'd to make him one . Valour 's a Vice , if not with Honour joyn'd , And Beauty a Disease , when 't is not kind . The Submission . AH ! Pardon , Madam , if I ever thought Your smallest favors could too dear be bought And the just greatness of your Servants flame I did the poorness of their spirits name ; Calling their due attendance , Slavery , Your power of Life and Death , flat Tyranny ; Since now I yield , and do confess there is No way too hard that leads to such a bliss . So when Hippomanes beheld the Race , Where loss was Death , and Conquest but a Face , He stood amazed at the fatal strife , Wondring that Love shou'd dearer be then Lise But when he saw the Prize , no longer staid , But through those very dangers sought the Maid , And won her too : O may his Conquest prove A happy Omen to my purer Love , Which , if the honour of all Victory In the resistance of the Vanquisht lie , Though it may be the least regarded Prize , Is not the smallest Trophy of your eyes . Constancy . FEar not , my Dear , a slame can never die , That is once kindled by so bright an eye : Look on thy self , and measure thence my love Think what a passion such a form must move ; For though thy Beauty first allur'd my sight , Yet now I look on it but as the light That led me to the treasury of thy mind , Whose inward virtue in that feature shin'd . That knot ( be confiden● ) will ever last , Which Fancy ty'd , and Reason has made fast ; So fast , that time ( although it may disarm Thy lovely face ) my faith can never harm ; And age , deluded when it comes , will find My love remov'd , and to thy soul assign'd . The passion I have now shall ne're grow less , No , though thy own fair self should it oppress I could e'en hazard my Eternity , Love but again , and ▪ twill a Heaven be . The Indifference . THanks , fair Urania , to your scorn , I now am free as I was born ▪ Of all the pain that I endur'd By your late coldness , I am c●r'd . ●n losing me , proud Nymph , you lose The humblest Slave your Beauty knows , In losing you , I but throw down A cruel Tyran●t from her Throne . ● must confess I ne're could fin● Your equal , or in shape , or mind . Y 'ave beauty , wit , and all things know , But where you shou'd your love bestow . ● unawares my freedom gave , And to those Tyrants grew a Slave ; But would y 'ave kept what you have won , You should have more compassion shewn . Love is a burthen , which two hearts , When equally they bear their parts , With pleasure carry ▪ but no one , Alas , can bear it long alone . ●'m not of those who co●rt their pain , And make an Idol of 〈◊〉 ; My hope in Love does ne're exp●re , But I lose also the desire . Nor yet of those , who ill receiv'd , Would gladly have str●nge things believ'd And if your heart you do ●ef●nd , Their force against your honour bend ▪ Who e're does make his Victor less , His own low weakness does confess ; And whiles her pow'r he does defame , He poorly doubles his own shame . Even that malice does betray , And speak concern another way : And all such scorn in men is but The smoke of fires ill put out . He 's still in torment whom the rage To detraction does engage ; In Love Indifference is sure The only sign of perfect cure . Yet , cruel Fair , if thou canst prove As happy in some other love , As I could once have done in thine , The Sun on happier does not shine . A Pastoral Dialogue . Thirsis . STrephon ! O Strephon ! once the jolliest Lad That with shrill Pipe did ever Mountain glad While'ome the formost at our Rural Playes , The Pride and Glory of our Holy-days : Why dost thou now s●t musing all alone ; Teaching the Turtles yet a sadder groan ▪ Swel'd with thy Tears , why does the neighb'ring Broo● Bear to the Ocean what she never took ? Why do our Woods , so us'd to hear thee Sing ▪ With nothing now but with thy Sorrows ring ? Thy Flocks are well and fruitful , and no Swain Then thee more welcome to the Hill or Plain . Strephon. No loss of these , or care of those are left , Hath wretched Strephon of his peace berest , I could invite the Wolf , my cruel Guest , And play unmovd while he on all did feast ; I could endure that every Swain out-run , Out-threw , out wrestl'd , and each Nymph shou'd shun The hapless Strephon : But the Gods , I find , To no such trifles have this Heart design'd ; A feller grief , and sadder loss , I plain , Then ever Shepherd , or did Prince , sustain ; Bright Galatea , in whose matchless face Sateru al nnocence with heavenly grace , In whose no less to be adored mind , With equal light , even distant virtues shin'd , Chaste , without pride ; though gentle , yet not soft ; Not always cruel , nor yet kind too oft : Fair Goddess of these Fields , who for our sports , Though she might well become despised Courts , Belov'd of all , and loving one alone , Is from my sight , I fear , for ever gone ; Now I am sure thou wondrest not , I grieve : But rather art amazed that I live . Thirsis , Thy case indeed is pitiful , but yet Thou on thy loss too great a price dost set ; Women , like days are , Strephon , some be far More bright and glorious then others are ; Yet none so wonderful were ever seen , But by as fair they have succeeded been . Strephon , Others as fair , and may as worthy prove , But sure I never shall another love ; Her bright Idea wanders in my thought , At once my Poyson , and my Antidote ; The Stag shall sooner with the Eagle soar , Seas leave their Fishes naked on the shoar ; The Wolf shall sooner by the Lambkin die , And from the Kid the hungry Lion flie , Then I forget her face ; what once I love , May from my eyes , but not my heart remove . To a Lady , who fled the sight of him . IF I my Celia cou'd perswade To see those wounds her eyes have made , And hear whilst I that passion tell , Which , like her self , does so excel , How soon we might be freed from care ! She need not fear , nor I despair . Such Beauty does the Nymph protect , That all approach her with respect ; And can I offer violence Where love does joyn in her defence ? This guard might all her fears disperse , Did she with Savages converse . Then my Celia wou'd surprize With what 's produc'd by her own eyes ; Those matchless flames which they inspire In her own Breast , shou'd raise a fire For Love , but with more subtil Art , As well as Beauty charms the Heart . To a Lady , asking him how long he would love her . IT is not , Celia , in our power To say how long our love will last , It may be we within this hour May lose those joys we now do taste ; The Blessed , that immortal be , From change in love are only free . Then , since we mortal Lovers are , Ask not how long our love will last ▪ But while it does , let us take care Each minute be with pleasure past ; Were it not madness to deny To live , because w' are sure to die ; SONG . TEll me no more you love ; in vain , Fair Celia , You this passion feign ; Can they pretend to love , who do Refuse what Love perswades them to ; Who once has felt his active flame , Dull Laws of Honour will disdain ; You wou'd be thought his Slave , and yet You will not to his pow'r submit . More cruel then those Beauties are , Whose coyness wounds us to despair ; For all the kindness which you shew , Each smile and kiss which you bestow , Are like those cordials which we give To dying men , to make them live ▪ And languish out an hour in pain ; Be kinder , Ceiia , or disdain . TO HER EXCELLENCE , THE Marchioness OF NEW-CASTLE , After the Reading of Her incomparable POEMS . Madam , WIth so much wonder we are struck When we begin to read your matchless Book , A while your own excess of merit stays Our forward Pens , and does suspend your Praise , Till time our minds does gently recompose , Allays this wonder , and our duty shews , Instructs us how your Virtues to proclaim , And what we ought to pay to your Great Fame ; Your Fame , which in your Country has no bounds , But wheresoever Learning 's known resounds . Those Graces Nature did till now divide , Your Sexes Glory , and our Sexes Pride , Are joyn'd in you ; and all to you submit , The brightest Beauty , and the sharpest Wit. No Faction here , or fiery Envy sways , They give you Myrtle , while we offer Bays . What Mortal dares dispute those Wreaths with you Arm'd thus with Lightning , and with Thunder too ? This made the Great Newcastle's Heart your Prize , Your Charming Soul , and your Victorious eyes Had only pow'r his Martial Mind to tame , And raise in his Heroick Breast a Flame : A Flame , which with his Courage still aspires As if immortal Fuel fed those Fires : This Mighty Chief , and your Great Self made One , Together the same Race of Glory run ; Together in the Wings of Fame you move , Like yours , his Virtue : and like yours , his Love. While we your Praise endeav'ring to rehearse , Pay that great Duty in our humble Verse , Such as may justly move your Anger , You , Like Heaven , forgive them , and accept them too But what we cannot , your brave Hero payes , He builds those Monuments we strive to raise : Such as to after-Ages shall make known , While he records your Deathless Fame , his own . So when an Artist some rare Beauty draws , Both in our wonder share , and our applause : His skill from Time secures the Glorious Dame , And makes himself immortal in her Fame . EPILOGUE TO TARTUFF , Spoken by Himself , MAny have been the vain attempts of Wit Against the still-prevailing Hypocrite : Once , and but once , a Poet got the day , And vanquish'd Busy in a Puppet-play : But Busy rallying , arm'd with zeal , and rage , Possest the Pulpit , and pull'd down the Stage . To laugh at English Knaves is dang'rous then , While English Fools will think them honest Men : But sure no zealous Brother can deny us Free leave with this our Monsieur Ananias . A Man may say , without being call'd an Atheist , There are Damn'd Rogues among the French and Papist That fix Salvation to short band and Hair , That belch and snuffle to prolong a Pray'r ? That use t' enjoy the Creature to express Plain VVhoring , Gluttony , and Drunkenness ? And in a decent way perform them too , As well , nay better far , alas , then you ; Whose fleshly failings are but Fornication , We godly phrase it , Gospel-Propagation , Just as Rebellion was call'd Reformation . Zeal stands but Centr'y at the Gate of Sin , Whilst all that have the Word pass freely in Silent , and in the dark , for fear of Spies , You march , and take Damnation by surprize , There 's not a roaring Blade in all this Town Can go so far tow'rds Hell for half a Crown , As I for six Pence , for we know the way ; For want of Guides Men often go astray : Therefore give ear to what I shall advise , Let every married Man , that 's grave and wise , Take a Tartuff , of known ability , To teach and to instruct his Family , Who may so settle lasting Reformation , First get his Son , then give him Education . The Imperfect Enjoyment . AFter a pretty amorous discourse , She does resist my love with pleasing force ; Mov'd not with Anger , but with Modesty , Against her will she is my Enemy . Her eyes the rudeness of her Arms excuse , Whilst those accept what these seem to refuse ; To ease my passion , and to make me blest , Th'obliging smock falls from her whiter breast ; Then with her lovely hands she does conceal Those wonders Chance so kindly did reveal ; In vain , alas , her nimble fingers strove To shield her Beauties from my greedy Love ; Guarding her Breasts , her Lips she did expose , To save a Lilly she must lose a Rose ; So many charms she has in ev'ry place , A hundred hands cannot defend each Grace . Sighing at length her force she does recal , For since I must have Part , she 'll give me All. Her arms the joyful Conqueror embrace , And seem to guide me to the fought-for place . Her love is in her sparkling eyes exprest , She falls o' th' bed for pleasure , more then rest . But Oh , strange passion ! Oh , abortive joy ! My zeal does my devotion quite destroy Come to the Temple where I shou'd adore My Saint , I worship at the sacred door ; Oh , cruel chance ! the Town which did oppose My strength so long , now yields to my dispose ; When , overjoy'd with victory , I fall Dead at the foot of the surrender'd wall Without the usual Ceremony , we Have both fulfill'd the am'rous mystery The action which we shou'd have joyntly done , Each has unluckily perform'd alone ; The Union which our Bodies shou'd enjoy , The Union of our eager souls destroy . Our flames are punish'd by their own excess , W'd had more pleasure had our Loves been less ; She blush'd and frown'd , perceiving we had done ; The sport she thought we scarce had yet begun ; Alas , said I , condemn your self , not me , This is th' effect of too much modesty . Hence with that peevish virtue , the delight Of both our Victories was lost i' th fight ; Yet from my shame your glory does arise , My weakness proves the vigour of your eyes ; They did consume the Victim , ere it came Unto the Altar , with a purer flame : Phillis , let then this comfort ease your care , Y 'ad been more happy had you been less fair . A PROLOGUE Spoken at the opening of the DUKE' 's NEW PLAY-HOUSE . T Is not in this as in the former Age , When Wit alone suffic'd t' adorn the stage ; When things well said an Audience cou'd invite , Without the hope of such a Gaudy Sight : What with your Fathers took wou'd take with you If Wit had still the Charm of being New ; Had not enjoyment dull'd your appetite , She in her homely dress wou'd yet delight ; Such stately Theatres we need not raise , Our Old House wou'd put off our dullest Plays . You Gallants know a fresh Wench of sixteen May drive the Trade in honest Bombarine And never want good Custom , shou'd she lie ●n a back-Room , two or three stories high : But such a Beauty as has long been known , Though not decay'd , but to Perfection grown , Must , if she mean to thrive in this leud Town , Wear Points , lac'd Petticoats , and a rich Gown ; Her Lodgings too must with her Dress agree , 〈◊〉 with Damask , or with Tapestry ; H●●e China , Cabinets , and a great Glass , To ●●rike respect into an Am'rous Ass. Without the help of Stratagems and Arts , An old Acquaintance cannot touch your Hearts . M●thinks 't is hard our Authors shou'd submit So tamely to their Predecessors wit , ●●nce , I am sure , among you there are few Wou'd grant your Grand-fathers had more then you But hold ! I in this business may proceed too far , And raise a storme against our Theatre ; And then what wou'd the wise Adventures say , Who are in a much greater fright to day Then ever Poet was about his Play ? Our apprehensions none can justly blame , Money is dearer much to us then Fame : This thought on , let our Poets justifie The Reputation of their Poetry ; We are resolv'd we will not have to do With what 's between those Gentlemen and you . Be kind , and let our House have but your praise , You 'r welcome every day to damn their Plays Falling in love with a Stranger at a Play. FAIR Amarillis , on the Stage , whilst you Behold a seigned love you gave a true ; I like a Coward in the Amorous War , Came only to look on , yet got a Scar ; Fixt by your eyes , I had no power to flie , They held me whil'st you gain'd the Victory : I thought I safely might my sight content , To which the power to like ( not love ) I lent ; And if I ventur'd on some slight Discourse , It should be such as could no passion nurse : Led by the treacherous lustre of your eyes , At last I plaid too near the Precipice : Love came disguis'd in wonder and delight ▪ And I was conquer'd e're I knew him right ; Your words fell on my passion like those showers ; Which swell and multiply the rising flowers ; Like Cupid's self , a God , and yet a child , Your looks at once were awful , and yet mild : Me thoughts you blush'd , as conscious of my flame , Whil'st your strict vertue did your beauty blame : But rest secure ; y' are from the guilt as free , As Saints ador'd from our Idolatry ; And Love a Torment doe's for me prepare , Beyond your rigour in my own despair . Indifference excused . LOve , when 't is true , needs not the aid Of sighs nor tears to make it known ; And to convince the cruel'st Maid , Lovers should use their love alone : Into their very looks 't will steal ; And he that most will hide his flame Doe's in that care his pains reveal , Silence it selfe can love proclam : This Aurelia made me shun The paths that common lovers tread : Whose guilty passions are begun , Not in their Hearts , but in their Head. I cou'd not sigh , and with cross'd arms Lament your Rigour and my Fate , Nor tax your beauty with such charms As men adore , and VVomen hate : But careless live , and without Art , Knowing my love you must have spi'de , And thinking it a foolish part , To strive to shew what none can hide . The Platonick . FAIR Octavia , you are much too bla● To blow the fire , and wonder at the I did converse , 't is true , so far was mine ; But that I lov'd , and hop'd , was wholly thine ; Not hop'd , as others do , for a return , But that I might without offending burn . I thought those eyes which every hour Could not remember all the wounds they Forgotten in the crowd I wisht to lie , And of your coldness , not your anger , die ; Yet since you know I love , 't is now no time Longer to hide , let me excuse the crime ; Seeing what laws I to my passion give , Perhaps you may consent that it should live , First , it never shall a hope advance Of waiting on you , but by seeming chance , I at a distance will adore your eyes , As awful Persians do the Eastern Skies , I never will presume to think of Sex , Norwith gross thoughts my deathless love perplex I tread a pleasant path without design ; And to thy care my happiness resign , From Heaven it self thy beauty cannot be A freer gift then is my love to thee . To a Devout Young Woman . PHillis this mighty zeal asswage , You over-act your part ; The Martyrs at your tender Age , Gave Heaven but half their heart . Old men ( till past the pleasure ) ne're Declaim against the sin , 'T is early to begin to fear The Devil at fifteen . The World to Youth is too severe , And like a treacherous light , Beauty the Actions of the fair Exposes to their sight . And yet this World , as old as 't is , Is oft deceiv'd by 't too ; Wise Combinations seldom miss , Let 's try what we can do . SONG . WHEN Aurelia first became The Mistress of his heart , So milde and gentle was her reign , Thirsis in hers had part . Reserves and care he laid a side , And gave his Love the Reins ; The headlong course he now must bide , No other way remains . At first her cruelty he fear'd , But that being overcome , No second for a while appear'd , And he thought all his own : He call'd himself a happier 〈◊〉 Then ever lov'd before ; Her favours still his hopes out-ran ; What Mortal can have more ? Love smil'd at first , then looking gra●● Said , Thirsis leave to boast ; More joy then all her kindness gave , Her fickleness will cost . He ●poke , and from that fatal time , All Thirsis did , or said , Appear'd unwelcome , or a crime , To the ungrateful Maid . Then he despairing of her heart , Would fain have had his own Love answered , such a Nymph could part With nothing she had won ▪ TO CLORIS . CLoris , I cannot say , your eyes Did my unwary heart surprize , Nor will I swear it was your face , Your shape , or any nameless grace ; For you are so entirely fair , To love a part injustice were ; No drowning man can know which drop Of water his last breath did stop ; So when the stars in Heaven appear , And joyn to make the Night look clear , The Light we no one's Bounty call , But the united work of all ; He that both lips , or hands adore , Deserves them only , and no more ; But I love all , and every part , And nothing less can ease my heart . Cupid , that Lover weakly strikes , Who can express what 't is he likes . SONG . AUrelia , art thou mad To let the World in me Envy joyes I never had , And censure them in thee . Fill'd with grief for what is past , Let us at length be wise , And the Banquet boldly tast , Since we have paid the price . Love does easie souls despise , Who lose themselves for toyes , And escape for those devise , VVho tast his utmost joyes . To be thus for Trifles blam'd , Like theirs a folly is , VVho are for vain swearing damn'd , And knew no higher bliss . Love should like the year be crown'd , With sweet variety ; Hope should in the Spring be found Kind fears , and jealousie . In the Summer flower should rise , And in the Autumn Fruit ; His Spring doth else but mock our eyes , And in a scoff salute . SONG LOve still has something of the Sea , From whence his Mother rose ; No time his Slaves from doubt can free , Nor give their thoughts repose : They are becalm'd in clearest dayes , And in rough weather tost ; They wither under cold delayes , Or are in tempests lost . One while they seem to touch the Po●● , Then straight into the Main , Some angry Wind in cruel sport , Their Vessel drives again . At first , disdain and pride they fear , Which if they chance to scape , Rival● and falshood soon appear In a more dreadful shape . By such degrees to joy they come , And are so long withstood , So slowly they receive the summe , It hardly does them good . T is cruel to prolong a pain ; And to defer a Bliss , Believe me , gent●● Hermione , No less inhumane is . An hundred thousand oaths your fears , Perhaps would not remove ; And if I gaz'd a thousand years , I could no deeper love . 'T is fitter much for you to guess , Then for me to explain ; But grant , O grant that happiness Which only does remain . A Dialogue between Amintas and Celia . Celia . AMintas I am come alone According as I said ; But whither is thy Honour flown ? I fear I am betray'd : Thy looks are chang'd , and in the place Of innocent desires , Methinks I see thy eyes and face Burn with unusal fires . Amintas . See's not my Celia Nature wear One Countenance in the Spring , And yet another shape prepare , To bring the Harvest in ? Look on the Eagle , how unlike He to the Egg is found , When he prepares his Pownce to strike His Prey against the ground ; Fears might my Infant Love become ; T were want of kindness now , Should modesty my Hope benum , Or check what you allow Celia . Amintas hold , what could you worse To worst of Women do ? Ah! how could you a passion nurse , So much my Honours Foe ? Amintas . Make not an idol of a Toy , Which every breath can shake , Which all must have , or none enjoy , What course so e're we take : Whil'st Women hate , or Men are vain , You cannot be secure ; What makes my Celia then a pain So fruitless to endure ? Celia . Could I the World neglect for the e , Thy love , though dear it cost , In some unkind conceit of me , Would be untimely lost : Thou would'st thy own Example fear , And every heedless word I chance let fall beyond thy care , Would some new doubt afford . Amintas . If I am jealous , 't is because I know not where you love ; With me fulfil Loves gentle Laws , And all my fears remove . Celia . Women , like things , at second hand , Do half their value lose , But whilst all Courtship they withstand , May at their pleasure choose . Amintas . This were a fine Discourse , my Dear , If we were not alone ; But now Love whispers in my ear , There 's somewhat to be done . She said she never would forgive , He kissing , swore she should ; And told her she was mad to strive Against their mutual good . What farther past , I canot tell , But sure not much amiss ; He vow'd he lov●d her dearly well , She answered with a kiss . SONG . GEet you gone , you will undo me , If you love me , don't pursue me ; Let that inclination perish , Which I dare no longer cherish ; It does of late so fast prevail , It must go now or not at all : For should it gather farther strength , 'T would give my Honour Laws at length : With harmless thoughts I did begin , But in the Crowd Love entred in ; I knew him not he was so gay , So innocent and full of play ; At every hour , in every place , I neither saw ; nor form'd your face ; All that in Playes was finely writ , My thoughts for you , and me were fit . My Dreams at night were all of you , Such as till then I never knew : I sported thus in young desire , Chear'd with light , free from his fire : But now his Teeth and Claws are grown , Let me the Fatal Lion shun ; You found me harmless , leave me so ; For were I not , you 'd leave me too . SONG . PHillis , you have enough enjoy'd The pleasures of Disdain ; Methinks your pride shou'd now be cloy'd , And grow it self again : Open to Love your long shut Brest , And entertain it's sweetest Guest . Love that can heal the wounds he gives , And can ill usage slight ; May laugh at all that Fate contrives , Full of it's own delight , For in his Chains w' are happier far , Then Kings themselves without 'em are . Leave then to tame Philosophy The joyes of quietness ; With me into Loves Empire fly , And taste my happiness : Where even Tears and Sighs can show , Pleasures the cruel never know . MADAM , for your Commands to stay , Is the mean duty of a Wretch , Whose service you with wages pay : Lovers should at occasion catch , Not idly wait till it be brought , But with the deed o'retake your thought ; Honour and Love let them give o're , Who do their duty , and no more . AWake my Eyes , at night my thoughts pursue Your Charming Shape , & find it ever new If I my weary breast to sleep resign , In gaudy Dreams your love and beauty shine● ▪ Dreams with such Extasies Pleasures fill'd , As to those joyes they seem can only yield : Nor do they yield perhaps , wou'd you allow , Dear Flavia , that I once might know . SONG PHillis , let 's shun the common Fate , And let our love never turn to hate ; I 'le dote no longer then I can , Without being call'd a faithless Man , VVhen we begin to want Discourse , And kindness seems to tast f force , As freely as we met , we 'le part , Each one possest of their own heart . Thus whil'st grave Fools themselves undo , We 'll Game , and give off Savers too : So equally the match we 'll make , Both shall be glad to draw the stake . A smile of thine shall make my bliss ; I will enjoy thee in a kiss I 'le love and hate just where you do , And for 't no other reason know . When from this height my love does fall Wee 'l bravely scorn to love at all : If thy affection first decay , I 'le the whole blame on Nature lay . Alas what Cordial can remove , The hasty Fate of dying Love ? I 'le grieve as for a friend deceas'd And with the next as well be pleas'd : Thus we will all the World excel , In loving , and in living well . DISTICH . ALthough no Art the Fire of Love can tame 'T is oft extingiush't by an equal flame . THE painted Apples that adorn , Of yon'd fair Tree , the Airy top , And seems our dull approach to scorn , From their weak Stalk must one day drop ; And out of reach of Mortals plac't , Be the vile food of Worms at last ; Thus ends of Humane things the Pride , Born down Times ever-flowing Tide . Thy Matchless Beauty , that we all Now with such heat and passion court , Though kept from worthy Lovers , shall Confess its Tyranny but short : Then do not Love with Anger meet , Nor cruel be , to seem discreet : Shunning what Nature does intend , Things seldom meet a Nobler ●nd . SONG NOt Celia that I juster am , Or better then the rest For I would change each hour like them , Were it my interest . But I am ty'd to very thee , By every thought I have Should you my heart but once set free , I would be no more slave . All that is Woman is ador'd : In thy dear self I find : For your whole Sex can but afford . The handsome and the kind . Why then should I seek farther store , And still make love anew ? VVhen change it self can give no more , 'T is easie to be true . SONG . THirsis no more against my flame advise , But let me be in love , and be you wife ; Here end , and there begin a new address , Pursue the vulgar , easie happiness : Leave me to Amaranta , who alone Can in my sullen heart erect her Throne : know as w●ll as you 't is mean to burn , For one who to our ●lame makes no return : But you like me know not those conquering eyes , Which mock prevention by a quick surprize : And now like a hurt Deer , in vain I start , From her , that in my breast has hid the Dart. Though I can never reach her Excellence , Take somewhat in my hopeless Loves defence . Her Beauty is her not esteemed VVealth , And Graces move about her eyes by stealth ; Vertue in others , the forc't Child of Art Is but the constant temper of her Heart : All charms her Sex so often courts in vain , ( Like Indian Fruit , which our cold Earth disdain ) I● her grow wild , as in their Native Air ; And she has all perfection without care . O Loves harms she has a gentle sense , 〈◊〉 Beauty else would clogg her innocence : Like a wise Prince she rules her servants so , That neither want nor Luxury they know ; None vainly hoping what she may not give , Like humble slaves at small expence we live : And I the wretched comfort only share , To be the last whom she will bid despair . SONG . I Ask not my Celia would love me again , In its own pleasure my love is pay'd ; I 'le find such excuses for all her disdain , That shortly to frown I 'le make her afraid . Her neglect of me , of her self I 'le think care ; Her cruelty , I her strict Vertue will name ; When least kind she seems , I 'le believ her most near And call her refusal , but a Virgins Fame . Thus all that was wont heretofore to cure love , In me shall increase , and stir up the fire ; I 'le make her at last some kind remedy prove , Since all others but increase my desire . Whil'st no man enjoyes that which I court in vain , And Celia to none is kinder then me ; To 〈◊〉 Honour I 'le yield , and never complain , But dy● at her feet , if so it decree . SONG . DRink a bout till the day find us , These are pleasures that will last , L●t no foolish passion blind us Joys of Love make too much hast . Maids are long ere we can win 'um , And our Passions wast the while ; In a B●er Glass we 'l begin 'um , Let some Fool take th' other toy . Yet we will have store of good Wenches , Whom their own high bloods shall court , After two or three good Drenches , To out-do them at the Sport ; Joyning thus both Mirth and Beauty , To make up our full delight : In Wine and Love we pay our Duty To each friendly coming night . SONG . WAlking among thick shades alone , I heard a dying voice Which sighing ●aid , now she is gone I 'le make no second choice . I look't and saw it was a Swain , VVho to the flying wind , Did of some Neighbouring Nymph complain , Too fair , and too unkind . He told me how he saw her first , And with what gracious eyes , And gentle speech that flame she nurst , VVhich since she did despise . 〈◊〉 Vows she did as fast receive , 〈◊〉 could breath 'em to her ; 〈◊〉 in her Eyes proclaim'd her leave , That he alone should woo her . They feed their flocks still near one place , And at one instant me● He gazing on her lovely face , Fell deeper in the Net. She seem'd of her new Captive glad , Proud of his Bondage he ; No Lover e're a prospect had Of more felicity ▪ But the false Maid , or never lov'd , Or gave so quickly o're ; E're his was to the heighth improv'd , Her kindness was no more . Even her dissemblings she let fall , And made him plainly see , That though his heart she did enthrail , Her own was ever free . Now least his care should pity move , She shuns his very sight ; And leave him to that hopeless love , She did create in spight . Her name I could not make him tell , Though vowing him my aid ; He said he never would reveal , In Life , nor Death , the Maid . Then a wild look the Shepherd cast , And falling underneath A Beach , where he had seen her last , Resign'd his ●●most breath . SONG . AS I sat thoughtful in a shade , There I spied a loving pair , VVho closely by each other lay'd , Past their time in softer care : While she look't sadly on the ground , On her Eyes the Youth 's were fix't ; In which me thought he gladly found Jealousie with kindness mixt : But his soon dull and heavier grew , When she rais'd her drooping Head , And told him , since he was untrue , With his Faith her Love was fled . Though Jealousie be full of pain , Constant Love can suffer more : The death of yours , sayes the griev'd Swain , Shews it was but weak before . The Nymph replyed , since you can prove False to one so kind as I , Alass , how hard is it to love And how easie 't is to dy ! He answered , and did gently seise , Her fair hand he did adore ; Since you can dy with so much ease , You can love me still with more . Disguise not then your tender heart , Fear I should anothers be , Betrayes , in spight of all your Art , That you were born for only me . Like gentle Dew on wither'd leaves , Love is lost on almost all : But the fresh Flower with joy receives That which there would vainly fall : To fairest Nymphs Love adds a grace , And no kind one can be foul ; Love gives a Beauty to the ●ace , And a softness to the Soul. Since therefore fain'd inconstancy , With the world deceives you too , Henceforth my flame shall rather be Seen by all , then not by you . As by some waters purling noise , Oft repose we soonest find ; So these fond Turtles murmuring joyes , Rock't asleep my restless mind . Which I from this blest couple brought . Freed from all my duller care ; But , in i●● pl●ce , ala●s , I thought Him too happie ▪ Her too fair . SONG The Grave my envy now beget , That did my pity move ; Who , by the right of wanting Wit Are free from cares of love . Turks honour Fools , because they are By that defect secure ▪ From slavery , and toils of War , Which all the rest endure . So I , that suffer cold neglect , And wounds from Celia's Eyes , Begin extreamly to respect These Fools , that seem so wis● . T is true , they set their silly hearts On things of no delight ; To pass all day for men of parts , They pass alone the night : But Celia never breaks their rest ; Such servants she disdains ; And so the Fops are dully blest , While I endure her chains . SONG . The Ballers Life , THEY have too many hours , that employ 'em About Business , Ambition , or News , While we that know how to enjoy 'em , Wish in vain for the time which such Blockheads misuse : They that toyl in impertinent care , May strive to be often at leasure ; They cannot be worse then they are ; But we whose business is pleasure , Have never a moment to spare . With dangerous Damsels we dally , Till we come to a closer dispute ; And when we no more Forces can rally , Our kind foes give us leave to retire and recruit ; Then drooping to Bacchus we fly , Who Nobly regarding our merits , VVith succours always is nigh ; And thus reviving our spirits , We love , and we drink till we die . SONG . WHEN cold despair Would quench my passion , and end all my care , Then gentle words , and gentle sighs recall My vanishing hopes which fain would stay ; But stranger fears soon drives my hopes away ; And back again to grief I fall ▪ Her favour thus , like Cordials given in vain To dying men , does but prolong my pain . Ah Gloriana , why Like all your other Lovers may not I Have leave , alas , soon to despair and dy ? Be rather cruel , then but kind in part , Hide those soft looks , or shew as soft a heart . To Celia . Celia , the faithful servant you disown , Wou'd in obedience keep his love unknown But bright Idea's such as you inspire , We can no more conceal , than not admire ; My heart at home , in my own brest did dwell Like humble Hermit in a peaceful Cell , Unknown , and undisturb'd , it rested there , Stranger alike to hope , and to dispair : But Loves Tumultuous Train do●s now invade The sacred quiet of this hollowed shade , His fatal flame shine out to every eye , Like blazing Comets in a VVinter Sky . Fair and severe like Heav'●● you injoyn , Commands that seem● 〈…〉 your own design ; Forbidding what your 〈…〉 us to : Since if from Heavenly power you will allow , That all ●ur faculty 〈…〉 ●lain , What ●●re we will , is that the Gods ordain ; But they and y●u , ●ights without Limit have . Over y●ur Creatures , and more yours , your sl●ve : And I am one , born only to admire , To humbl● ' ere to hope , scar●e to desire , A thing whose ●liss depends upon your will ; Who cou●d be proud , you 'd deign to use him ill , How can my passion in ●it your offence , That challenges so little recomp●nce ▪ Let me but ever love , and ever be The Example of your power and cruelty ; Since so much s●orn does in your brest reside , Be more indulgent to its Mother , Pride ; Ki●● all y●u strike , and trample on their Craves , But own the Fates of your neglected slaves : When in the crowd yours undistinguish'd lyes , You give away the Triumph of your Eyes : Permi● me then to glory in my Chains , My fruitless sighs , and my unpitied pains : Perhaps obtaining this , you 'll think I find 〈◊〉 Mercy then your Anger has●d sig●●d , But Love has carefully contriv'd for me , The last perfection of Misery ▪ For to my State those hopes of Common peace , Which Death affords to every Wretch , must cease My worst of Fates attends me in my Grave , Since , dying , I must be no more your Slave . To CELIAE ALL things submit themselvs to your command , Fair Celia , when it does not Love withstand ; The power it borrowed from your eyes alone , All but himself would yield to who has none ; Were he not blind , such are the Charmes you have He 'd quit his Godhead to become your Slave . Be proud to act a Mor●a● Heroes part , And thr●w himse●f for Fame on his own Dart ? But Fate hath otherwise dispos'd of things , In different Bonds subjecting Slaves , and Kings . That Fate ( like you , resistless ) does ordain That Love alone should over Beauty Reign . By Harmony the Universe does move ; And what is Harmony , but mutual Love ? See gentle Brooks , how quietly they glide , Kissing the rugged Banks on either side , Whilst in their Christal Stream at once they show , And with them feed the Flowers which they bestow ; Though prest upon by their too rude embrace , In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace To their Lov'd Sea ; for even streams have desire Cool as they are , they feel Love's pow'rfull fires . And with such passion , that if any force Sto● or molest●um in their Am'rous course , They swell with rage , break down , and ravage ore The B●nks they kiss'd , the flowers they sed before . Who would resist an Empire so Divine , Which Universal Nature does enjoyn ? Submit then Celia er'e you be reduc'd , For Rebels vanquisht once , are vil●ly us'd . And such are you , when e're you dare obey Another passion , and your Love be●●ay . You are Loves Citadels , by you he reigns , And his proud Empire o're the World maintains ; He trusts you with his Stratage●s and Arms , His frowns , his smiles , & all his conquering charms . Beauty 's no more but the dead S●yl which Love Mannures , and does by wise Commerce improve ; Sayling by Sighes through Seas of tears , he sends , Courtship from Forraign hearts : For your own ends ▪ Cherish a Trade ; for as with Indians we Get Gold and Jewels for our Trumpery , So to each other for their useless ●oyes , Lovers afford Inestimab●e J●yes : But if you 're ●ond of Trisles , be , and starve , Your Gugaw Reputation preserve ; Live upon Modesty and empty Fame , Foregoing Sense , for a fantastick Name . SONG . As he lay in the Plain , his arm under his head And his Flock feeding by , the fond Celadon said Love's a sweet passion , why does it torment ? 〈◊〉 a bitter ( said he ) whence are Lovers content Since I suffer with pleasure , why should I complain Or g●●eve at my Fate , when I know , 't is in vain Y●t so pl●asing the pain is , so soft is the Dart , That at once it both wounds me , & tickles my heart To my self I sigh often without knowing why ; And w●ence ab●●●t from Phillis , m● thinks ● could die ; But oh ! what a pleasure still follows my pain ; When kinde Fortune do's help me to see her again . In her eyes ( the bright Stars that foretel what 's to come , By soft stealth now and then I examine my doom . I press her hand gently , look languishing down , And by passionate silence I make my love known . But oh ! how I 'm blest when so kind she do's prove , By some willing mistake to discover her love ; When in striving to hide , she reveals all her flame , And our Eyes tell each other what neither dare name SONG . HOw Charming are those pleasant pains Which the successfull Lover gains ! Oh! how the longing Spirit flies , On scorching sighes , from dying eyes ? Whose intermixing Rayes impart , Love's welcome Message to the heart . Then , how the active Pulse grow'n warm , To every sense gives the Alarm ! But oh ! the Raptures , and the Qualms , When Love unites the melting Palms ! What extasies ! what hopes and fears ! What pretty talk , and am'rous t●ars To these , a thousand Vowes succeed , And then , oh H●avens the secret deed ! When sense and Soul are bath'd in bliss , Think , dear Aminda ! think on this ; And curse those hours , we did not prove The ravishing delights of Love. SONG . GIve or foolish heart , and make hast to despair , For Daphne regards not thy vows nor thy prayer When I plead for thy passion , thy pains to prolong , She courts her Ghittar , and replies with a Song ; No more shall true L●vers thy Beanty adore , Were the Gods so sever● ▪ men would worship no more . No more will I wait like a Slave at thy dore , I 'le spend the cold nights at thy window no more : My lungs in long sighs I no more will exhale , Since thy Pride is to make me grow sullen and pale ; No more shall Amintas thy pity implore , Where the Gods so ingrate , men would worship no more . No more shall thy Frowns or free humor perswade , To court the fair Idol my Fancy has made ; When thy Saints so neglected , their follies give o're Thy Deity 's lost , and thy Beauty 's no more . No more , &c. How weak are the Vows of a Lover in pain , VVhen flatter'd by hope , or oppress'd by disdain ? No sooner my Daphne's bright Eyes I review , But all is forgot , and I vow all anew ; No more cruel Nymph I will murmure no more , Did the Gods seem so fair , men would worship them more . SONG . WIth so much ease ingrateful Swains , Your faithless vows have cur'd your pains You think by those your perjuries betray'd , That all ar● false , or else may so be made ? And ev'ry smile or pleasing word proclaimes , The coldest Nymph an off●ing to your flames . Vain S●epherd know that now 's the time To ●●ff●r for thy boasted crime : Repeated Vows with me less credit find , Then smiling Sea's , or the uncertain Wind. Deep Sighs and frequent tears as things of course , So common are that they have lost their force . Thy Passions Truth will best appear Disguis'd in doubts and guilty fear ; When all the Heart and careful Tongue conceal , The Sense disorder'd , and the Eyes reveal ; Such dark confusion makes the flame shine bright , So stars are best discern'd through shades of night . One stol'n look can better woe , Then Sighs and Tears and Vowes can doe . The falsest Hearts like empty Vessels found , But may thy feign'd ; become a real wound , That thy severer Pennance may declare How great mens crimes , and womens virtues arse . SONG . DEar Aminda , in vain you so coily refuse , What nature and Love do inspire ; That formal old way which your Mother did use , Can never confine the desire It rather adds Oyl to the fire . When the tempting delights of woing are lost , And pleasure 's a Duty become ; We both shall appear , like some dead Lovers ghost , To frighten each other from home ; And the Genial bed like a Tombe . Now , low at your feet your fond Lover will lye , And seek a new Fate in your eyes ; One Amorous smile will exalt him so high , He can all but Aminda despise ; Then change to a frown , and he dies . To love , and each other , we 'll ever be true ; But to raise our Enjoyments by Art , We 'll often fall out , and as often renew , For to wound and cure the smart , Is the pleasure which captives the Heart A PANEGYRICK sent by a Gentleman , with his Picture to his Mystriss . Go , Envied Picture . With her leave , presume To go where banish'd I must never come . Thou art not from Orinda's Eyes debar'd ; She doom'd the substance , but the shadow spar'd ; How different is my punishment to theirs . Who for their fins are sent to offer Prayers ▪ And visit Saints at some far distant shrine ? But my hard pennance is to stay from mine . Yet this may freely pass she 's pleas'd to grant My Deputy may visit my fair Saint : My Duty to my Picture I resign , The Pilgrim That , but the Devotion 's Mine . Since I 'm debarr'd the freedom to be just , To this small Envoy I my vows intrust . This dumb Sollicitour plac'd in my stead , May minde you of that cause , it cannot plead . Whene're you look on this , think on my state , And let my Offering be my Advocate . But go thou false Diss●mbler . For each Line , Which while with her kind Presence blest , was mine ; Now in her absence no Resemblance bears , To look like Me it wants my Griefs and Tears . Wanting her presence , all my looks and sence , Which were employ'd t' admire her Excellence . She gon , are grown so stupid and so dull My shadow wants a Body , I a Soul To him that Loves the gentle Fates allow A Constancy in all things but his Brow. He may look Dull , or Gay ; be Mean , or Brave , As he 's a happy or a wretched Slave , Who then Paints Me — Must draw me in my Chains , each Feature mould Just as the state I with my Conq'r●ur hold . And to describe each Line must look on You : Beauty that can make Shadows False , or True. However go , and her fair Hand salute . Thy want of Merits she will ne'●e dispute So much of Heav'n reigns in her Generous Heart She can give Honours though to undesert . If my best Hopes prove true , and she prove Kind , Thou from her Favours mayst Preserment find . She may v●uchsafe to wear thee at her Brest . Thus Worn , thus Ray●●d , thus honour'd , & thus Blest Had it but half the Love and flames I felt , I would burst the Chrystal , and the Gold would melt And at th' approach of so sublime a Bliss , Break through its Prison walls to force a Kiss But oh that Blessing 's not for souls and Sence Her Virtues cherish nought but Innocence . Dull Picture cold and senceless as thou art , Thou mayst press neare her Bos● me and her Heart . That Rape is not for Flesh and Blood design'd , Her Smile 's too great a bl●ssing for Mankind . Though thou' rt a poor ●ow Present , yet that Seat Her B●some w●l● en●t●●l thee Rich and Great . Thy cancel●● Imperfections then are ceast . The Sacred L●dging Con●e●rates the Guest . Thy Price is from my Entert●●nment given , T' is the He●ven makes the S●in●s , ●●no● they Heavn T' is thy Ex●●ted ●●●e thy Worth declares , Base Mete●●s t●us w●en 〈…〉 high ▪ ●●em Stars . From her fair Hand thy borrowed Lustre hold , She can lend value to thy worthless Gold. But if her favours can the Gift advance , How much would they the Offerers worth in hance ? I 'de tell her , ( were it not a thought I find Too large to be to breath and words confin'd ) How blest , how proud , how glorious I should be ; How Generous , how Divine , how Charming she , To make her Acts of Grace thus near of Kin , To wear this at her Breast , and Me within . A LETTER sent from a Gentleman to his Friend . DEAR Iack ! I wonder what a devil Obliges thee to be so Civil , Thus long to stay in Countrey-village , To minde thy Fathers Ploughs and Tillage , When we , in Town , for our diversion , Drink hard , sometimes , to cure a Tertian , And twenty other things , as Hector And VVench , which ( Iack ) thou mayst conjecture ; VVe want thee , 'Faith , to help us out here , VV' are damnably put to the Rout-here ; For t'other day seven Bacchanalians Fell briskly on us , they were Aliens ; And to those jolly Rites inur'd , We drunk while drink could be endur'd ; Sev'n Brimmers in a Hand went round , In which sev'n worthy Wights were drown'd Poor Shallow Ned that night lay rough , And ever since has had a Cough . Which makes Him bark like angry Puppy , 'Gainst those who such large doses sup-ye ; But wenching He do's much delight in , And is esteem'd an Arrant Knight in ; Besides , the Rogue do's know some women That are not Whores , I mean not common . To one of which , who he protested Was with all Ornaments invested . He led me — When rest from drink had lent me leisure , A Miss for wedlock ( Iack ) not pleasure . I laugh'd in sleeve to think the Youngster Imagin'd I would keep a Long-stir . With Complements as for my life , And all to yoke my self with wife ; Though as I live I still must own , Her beauty might become a Throne ; But I , like Rogue , indoctrinated , In such Intrigues devoutly prated Much modish Nonsence ; which as good hap , Or Love wou'd have it , stir'd her blood up With such delight that all our discourse Was from our eyes , where Love had 's Course . So free that kisses were as common , As those we give to naughty woman , And mingled palms had bred such heat , That all our Love came out in sweat . Of which I this took Notice — Dammee Madam , said I , your hands are Clammy . She blush'd and look'd as if displeas'd — When I to mend the matter — Laugh'd at my impudence , and this pleas'd . But I 'le be short , this my first visit , So well , on my part did solicit . That ere months end to me , a whole-age I of my Miss had better Knowledge . But now methinks I see thy Grotto Where on 's inscrib'd the antient Motto . Which us'd to me to be thy Story , Debauch'd Young men , Memento Mori . And now — That thou mayst see I make no waste on 't . I have thought fit to give th' a Tast on 't . A Memento Mori . AH ! the sad houre When friends shall loure And say , He 's breathing now his last , When thoughts of Love and Drink are past ; When Tyrant Death usurps that brain , Where little Maggot us'd to reign ; And with its damn'd unmodish Witches , Pulls out the flame of my Caprici's ; And with ill tasts that Mouth 's infecting , Which Cheats in Wine was still detecting , When ' stead of Frontigniac or Champaign , They give me juice of E La Campane ▪ And ' stead of Songs and bawdy Verses , One Hopkins's damn'd Rime rehearses ; Another , he falls on his Knees ; That , that alone is a Disease ! For ( Iack ) thou knowst I ne're could pray , Unless 't were on a Holiday ; When Organ , Voice and Violin , Wheedles our wicked thoughts from sin ; And then methinks I am in Heaven , With Bacchus drinking Brimmers seven . When Pan and Phoebus make us Musick , Without which , praying wou'd make you-sick : But without Complement or Pray'r , Which are but words , and words but Air ▪ Bacchus will take me to his Table , And seat me ' midst the jolly Rabble . A NEW SONG . OF all the brisk Dancers my Saleena for me , For I love not a woman unless she be free ; The affection that I to my Mystriss do pay , Grows weary unless she do meet me half-way : There can be no pleasure till humour do hit , Then Jumping is as good as affection in wit. No sooner I came , but she lik'd me as soon ; No sooner I ask'd but She graunted my boon . And without a preamble , a Portion or Joynter , She promis'd to meet me , where ere I appoint her , So we struck up the Match , and Embraced each other Without the consent of Father or Mother . Then away with the Lady that 's Modest and Coy Let her end be the pleasure that we do enjoy . Let her tickle her Fancy with secret delight , And refuse all the day what she longs for at night . I believe my Sallena say they are all mad To pick on dry bones while flesh may be had . The Pot Rapsodes . I Le leave the dish and hugg the Glasse , Whatere's the meat give me the sauce : Who swallows Crit , and never drinks Slike him that speaks before he thinks , Meat 's but a gross parenthesis , No essence , but in liquid bliss . Iove were a mortal were it not , Hee 's deified by the Pot ; Europa sat not on his Back , Had he not swam through Seas of Sack. I 'le mount my thoughts to Giant height I 'm Constellation in conceit . I 'le pluck down Sol , and mount his Sphere , Then sullen Daphne shall appear ; And seeing me grasp Pboebus rayes , Shall cringe and crown me with her Bayes I 'le rape the Moon ; it shall be said , Cynthia ' th chang'd the name of Maid . Her twinkling Girles shall all be ta'ne , No Virgin left to bear her train . Thus Conquering Sun , Moon and Stars , With gods themselves I 'le wager Warrs . Or if on Earth my Minde can rest , I 'le be a Monarch at the least . Our dull Plebeians shall grow quicker , Rinc●ng their muddy brains in liquor : The Miser then shall scatter Cash , For Wine shall change his Balderdash ; And sing , and drink , and sing , Till every subject turn a King. The Conquer'd Gods shall make us legs , Intreating they may sip the dregs . Thus will we tipple till the World Into Oblivion is hurl'd , And when we seel Old-Age doth come ; We 'll post into Elyzium , And there our chiefest Joy shall be To think of past Felicitie . SONG . IT is not , Chloris , your disdain Can ever cover with despair , Or in cold Ashes hide that care ; Which I have fed with so long pain , I may perhaps my Eyes refrain , And fruitless words no more impart , But yet still serve , still serve you in my heart . What though I spend my hapless days In finding Entertainments out , Careless of what I go about : Or seek my peace in skilful ways , Applying to my Eyes new Rayes Of Beauty and another flame , Unto my heart , my heart is still the same . 'T is true , that I could love no sace ▪ Inhabited by cold disdain , Taking delight in others pain . Your looks are full of native grace , Scorn there , by chance , alone has place ; And 't is my hope I may in time remove , This scorn one day , One day by endless Love. SONG . AH Chloris wou'd the Fates allow We still might love as we love now , The world has no such ●oyes in store , Fancy it self can wish no more . For nothing sure so sweet can prove , As pleasures of b●ginning Love. But Love when to his height arriv'd , Of all our Joyes is shortest liv'd ; His Morning past he sets so soon , That none can find his afternoon , And of that little time is lent , Half in unkindness is mispent . Since Face to Love so shore life gives , And Loves so tender while he lives . Let us remove mean doubts away , So to prevent his first decay ; Like Vines , no second wound , Love bears But weeps away his life in Tears . To CHLORIS . CHloris , since you my passion know , And ev'●y ●●●k my Love ●oes ●how , Sin●●●●●●●est w●ich so ●●ng did ●way , To your soft 〈…〉 gives ●●y ; A slave to all the Motions of your Will , Why would you have me pine and languish still . I know you cannot love to see The many pains that torture me , When at your feet my self I lay , You always turn your eyes away : Beauty a softness from its Nature takes , Which cannot look upon the wounds it makes ▪ Nor can your tender breast yet be From all Arrests of Passion free : No , 't is some happier Love , I fear , Has taken up the Lodgings there ▪ While like an importuning Beggar , I Turn'd out of doors , must thenceforth starve & die OC●AVIO to PORTIA . MAY the bright Portia , to whose sway So many Lovers yield each day , Not be displeas'd , if even to her Octavio dares his hopes prefer : And vows none else had e're the pow'r To make him love above an houre : 'T is you have found at once the Art , To conquer and reform his heart . Too much 't was giv'n t'inconstancy before , But now 't is so well plac'd , ●●ill change no more . Your scorn can ne're put ●ut ●hat Fire , VVhich your more pow●●●ul Eyes ●●spire . Be as dis●ainfu● 〈◊〉 will , He 'le s●ff●r a●●●n●●ove you still . Yet do not you im●erious grow , Because his humble flames you kn●w : Nor o're your ●lave with rigour ●eign , Because he cannot break his chain . Like Kings , who never treat their Subjects well When they are once assur'd they can't rebel . He hopes like all great Beautyes you , Take pleasures only to subdue , All hearts to love , but won't think fit , To torture Slaves that bow to it ; So some brave Hero seeks to kill , By all the wayes of force and skill . While his pro●d foe maintains the strife , But gives him , when he yield , his life . Hearts that are hardn'd against threat●ing steel , The gentle touches of compassion feel . SONG . WHen as my Thirsis first did view me , With languishing and charming eyes , With many a sigh he seem'd to wooe me . And did my foolish heart surprize , With those false looks that are in fashion , But I my folly loath to own , striving to hide that rising passion ; Care to concea● it made it known For the brisk youth did so●● discover A mighty tumult in my face . All the disorder of a Lover , When Passions combate in that place ; Emboldn'd then he streight drew nigh me With gentle sweetness ●n ●is eyes ▪ Saying , fair Celia , do not fly me , Or my poor humble heart ●espise . A Tribute which I ne're did pay ●et , To any Nymph upon the Plain , And should you cruelly betray 〈◊〉 But oh ! that caution was in vain ; Yet said I love will soon be flying , VVhich in a moment has its Birth , As the too early Flow'rs are dying , The very minute they come forth . My Love said he from Fate arising , I can no more quit then avoid : But Love , produc'd from flow advising , By the same means might be destroy'd . That which I have for that bright face , is A sympathy , not lazie love . The steel the Loadstone thus embraces , And of it self will ne're remove . Then many am'rous Vows he uses , To vouch his constancy and truth . Hard is that heart that once refuses To love and trust the lovely Youth . He playes then with my dangling Tresses , And humbly ga●e on my face . Kisses my hand , my breast he presses , Ala's , with too bewitching Grace . My blood grew ●hill , my heart too panting , Like the gen●●● Murm●ring D●ve● ; The skillful Youth no ●●●●ing wanting That fatal minute soon improves . He gently then lays me down by him , And many winning O●ths he swore , Asking what I ●ou'd not deny him , He had subdu'd me so before . Ah then he rob'd me of that treasure , Which ne're can be rei●●r'd again . But Oh the pain , yet Oh the pleasure , And Oh that both might still remain . But soon alas from me h● parted , And now in vain I make my moan , Since m● he sa●●ly has d●s●rt●d ; I 'le sigh , and pine and dy● alone . SONG . THough Damon is haughty ●and seems to despise , The f●tte●s he lately has w●rne , Yet ●e k●●ws in ●is soul that his Phillis's eyes ; Were she willing coul● conquer his scorn Then let not presumption so blind thee fond Damon To think that this ●umour shall e're bring my flame on If he had been humble , obliging and free , Perhaps I had pity'd his pain , B●t sin●● pride and Inconstancy in him I see ; He shall know H' has but lengthen'd his chayn . For now I perceive what the Fop does endeavour My Arts shall detain him my Captive for ever . SONG . If thou boast an Empire Cupid , Why do'st thou permit thy State ; Cowardlike as blind as stupid ; To be rul'd by a greater Fate . Fate in thy affairs seems rectour , Lovers spite of thee may fall , Lasse poor child th' ar● no Proctor ; Fate is Governour of a●l . Neither have thine Arrows power , Since it was my Celia's eyes , Blasted me thou canst not bow her , Save with me she sympathize . Nor e're was that yet procured By thine , but b' a nat'ral Art. Nature 't was that first inured , Joyning bodies , well as hearts . SONG to LUCINDA . LUcinda , since we have confess'd To each other , each others love , Why should our flames be still suppress'd , And not to Action move . Both kindled at the first kind Enterview , And both with equal care and vigour grew . Mine scorch'd and scorch'd , nor durst your passion say , You lov'd till forc'd they did themselves betray . Now let us study to improve Our Passions with that fire , That may not quickly waste our love , But still preserve desir● . And silently enjoy at such a rate , That distance may our Fancies recreate ; Dealing our Loves with that equalitie , As born together , so their Deaths may be . Lucinda shall but whisper'd be , Us'd as the Names of Saints ; And call'd on as a Deity To satisfie Complaints . No other wishes dare attempt my breast , Now 't is with bright Lucinda so possess'd . She fills my thoughts with glory , then I 'le cry Lucinda loves ; Lucinda ! so do I. To his Mistriss . A Flame as sacred as the vowes of those , Who to devotion do their lifes dispose . My love has nourish'd and to you , It is an off'ring due . And with you let it burne , Though I may hope but small return ; Yet may my doubtfull thoughts have rest , To know 't is harbour'd in your breast . Where is but kindly cherish'd I 'le not fear , But it may kindle the like passion there . A flame it is as chast as your own thought , Free from the vices Nature would have taught ; Refin'd by virtues that attend , A Lover and a friend . With freedom then you may receive , What with such Innocence I give ; And if some heat from you't procures , Ther 's still no fear of hurting yours . For in that Love no poyson is conv●y'd , Where friendship is the chief ingredient m●●● . My love thus lodg'd I could contented live , But when I think how true how much I give ; Your gen'rous mind bids me expect , From you the like effect . Then fear not boldly to bestow , Your love where you in reason owe. For that and Justice too will say , It is a debt you ought to pay ; But if your inclination disapprove , My resolution shall be still to love . SONG . FAith now my dear I must prevaile , I know you 'l not deny me , For if I wait another gale ; This fortune then may fly me . Come let 's enjoy , I am resolv'd , There is no danger near us Safe as in Rocks w' are here involv'd , Where none can ' spy nor hear us . The pleasant murmures of the Trees , Our gentle whispers smother , And since no Sun nor Moon can see , Wee 'l wink at one another . Silent and vigorous wee 'l be , As Birds in our imbraces , I neither will nor shalt thou see The Language of our faces . Our souls alone shall have discourse , Till ev'ry sence is stupid ; And w' are inspir'd by a fresh force To propagate a Cupid . To FLORIDA . FLorida , why wilt thou marry , Now the World is grown so wide , Liberty wou'd have you tarry , Till Convenience make you Bride . Husband is a word sounds dully , Fit for gravity and Age , Dear , my life , my joy , my bully , Are the words that more ingag● . I 'de not have thee out of fashion , Whilst thy youth and beauty holds , But to most have equal passion ; And to some stark kind and cold . Humour in the greatest lovers , Is allow'd t' admit of change , Since the wise do shoot at revers ; 'T is no crime for us to range , The distracted LOVER to the Ayre of Awake all ye dead . I M'e now in love , but Oh but Oh , How severe are th' effects th●t from thence do fl●w . Diseases are trifles to their cruelty , Those create but a pain , these misery ; Distracted souls so made by Love , Are blest they cannot disapprove . The harsh practices that fate on them do's throw , Whom lov's little God by his power brings to woe ; Then cruel she , or come or come , And allot me thy breast , or a tomb , a tomb . 'T is nobler far to kill , to kill A condemn'd stave then to keep him still ; With his breast full of horrour expecting then , Ev'ry moment a death , yet knows not when . Conquest delay'd in none is brave , When they may give a suddain gr●ve . To those that are cloath'd in black despair , Delayes like some poisons corrosive are , Then once more send thine eye , theine eye , That will sure●y destroy , and I dye I dye . To LAURINDA . LAurinda , thou canst shew alone More Beauty then was ever shown , I 've rov'd and find no smiles , T' express thine eyes by , but thine eyes Angels we see not but by thee , We may conclude such creatures be . Where then we do so much perf●ction find , We know that body must have such a mind ; Thou needst no Arts nor Artifice , For Ornaments but this is this . And mayst thy self , thy self prefer In Church , or Court , or Theatre , VVhere needfull Females shew their tricks As nature too had Hereticks ; And this with care so plainly have devis'd As if 't were glorious to be so disguis'd . Happy Laurinda where the gall Of cancker'd t●ngues can never fall , Whose thoughts are fed with V●stall fire , And whom both Sexes do admire . 'T is you I love beyond degree , Yet allmost think it blasphemie But if a Deity can to Love incline , Kill me to say the blessing 's mine . Prologue to the Impertinents acted at the Middle TEMPLE . THe Author of this Play comes to receive , His final doom which only you can give : Th' ill-judging Town has favour'd what he writ Yet what so er'e they do it is not fit , 'T should pass for current 'till you licence it . Though they their favour to him did allow , He may be found a Malefactor now ; But to your Judgment he must humbly bow . He by your common law condemn'd must be , But for releif flies to your Chauncerie . He fears your Justice when you know that he , A Member of this learn'd Society ▪ Lest fruitfull Law for barren Poetry , Yet ( Fathers of the Law ) if ye will please , T' unbend your cars , & give your minds some ease From all the weights which they have born ere while , He hopes the mirth in 's Play may gain your smile . And he 's not so far gone but that he may , Plead once before you in a nobler way . Prologue at Oxford . YOur most obliging kindness one year shown A second time has brought your Servants down From the tumultuous and unlearned Town , Where Pride and Ignorance in a full cry , Dare all the Pow'rs of Art and Wit defie : To the calme dwellings of the Muses here , Where all things soft and gentle do appear . When sacred Learning flourishes in peace , And without noyse each moment does encrease ; Hither we come and with such pleasure too , As we can never hope t' afford to you . And yet with this we cannot be content , But you must pay for our divertisement : A Lover thus to 's Mistriss does impart , The treasure of his purse as well as heart ; For that of which She has an equal part , VVhat pleasure is it to give you delight , When most of you are fit to Judge and write . Here none t' appear fantastick take great pains , Or under huge white Perr'wigs have no brains ; No blustring Bullyes come in here half drunk , For Chyna Oranges and love to Punck ; To fly at Vizard Masks talk Nonsence loud , And with their noise out-vye Bear-baiting Croud Poets should be above such Judges rais'd , To be condemn'd by such is to be prais'd : But to his Nursery of Art and Wit , Our Poets humbly all their Pens submit . To you what ' ere they can invent is due , Since all that 's Wit and Art is taught by you . Thus Inland Brooks into the Ocean flow , To which their streams & f●●n●●i●s too they ow But Po●ts must their empti●ess ●e ●●●e , Who can but give what they receiv'd before . PROLOGUE to t●e Ordi●ary . FR●m you g●ve men of ●●●●n●●s and ●f trade W●o w●re f●r indust●y , n●● pl●●sure , made We ●eldom do imp●o●e , or h●pe for aid . F●r w● bu● rarely ●re ●bligd by y●u , Y●u com● but when y●v● no●●i●g else to do ; ● fi●es , our Wit to yo● n●e●●s no ●x●us● , For you all Wit do l●ke a Mystri●s u●e ; A thing you sel●●m ●●e , w●ile some are cloy'd With Wit , as with a Wise too o●t enj●y'd ; Nay , you will think that Wit which is ●o●●● , A Quibble , or a little Punn takes 〈◊〉 ; 〈◊〉 ●llness does men for business prepare , Whi● Wit delights in ease , and hates all care But to the young brisk men who think it fit , To spend no Afternoon but in the Pit , Whether we will or no we must submit . Some come with lusty Burgundy half-drunk , T'eat China Oranges , make love to Punk ; And briskly mount a bench when th' Act is done , And comb their much-lov'd Pe●iwigs to the tune , And can sit out a Play of three houres long , Minding no part of 't but the Dance or Song ; These are our trusty friends , but some there are , Most bloody Judges , who no Poets spare ; But I have heard som● injur'd Authors say , That th●se m●st parlou●●e●●●●ers of a ●ay , With littl● Wit which they so much employ , Which by R●fl●ction only th●y enjoy , Would even those from whom they took 't destroy . So does the fam'd E●lightne● of the Night , Ecli●se the Sun , from whom sh 'ad all her light ; And these Mock 〈◊〉 hiss and whistle loud , And with their noise cut-vie Bear-baiti●g Croud . But Ladies , you are sweet , and soft , and fair , And will the Poet and the Actors spare ; But b●sy men and Sparks are welcome now , T●e little Miss●s and great Ladies too , You altogether make a Noble S●ow . Y 'ave paid fo●'t , and whatever Poets say , Think or say what you please of this our Pl●y . EPILOGUE to the Ordinary . OUR PROLOGUE huff● , but we are ●umo●●●ow , An●●●ar 〈◊〉 sto●me which hangs upon eac● brow , S●in S●a fig●ts at first s●me have been b●ld , VVho in the h●at took sh●lter in the H●ld : But now the danger of your ●hunder's nigh , VVe have no refuge , but to m●rcy fl●● : We yield our s●lves , an● you so gen'rous ●e , S●bmitti●g foes , th●u●h 〈◊〉 s● great , you 'l s●are . Gal●ants if y' are off●nded at our P●ay , And think w●have c●urs●●y treated ●●u to day : Think what a●f mi●e there is now of Wit , And that w● b●ing the b●st that we ca● g●t ; We are poor Farmers , and make homely ●are , Whi●e ●●r ●i●h La●dlor●s may great Fea●ts prepare ; Bu● their R●venu● n●w is almost sp●nt , A●d you wi●● little wit must b● c●●t●n● : N●nsenc● sh●l● wear th● g●y disg●i●● o● R●ime , And though not understo●● , sh●●l swee●ly clime : N●w emp●y shows must want ●f se●●● supply , A●g●ls shall dance , and 〈◊〉 VVitches fly : You sh●ll have 〈◊〉 , t●●n●e & ●ig●t●ing too An● Co●jar ●s raise s●●●its to your view : The upp●r G●ll'ri● sh●●● have t●eir desire , Who love a Fool , a D●vi● an● a ●●ia : Damn'd Plays shal● b● a 〈◊〉 wit● m●g●ty s●en●s And Fustian shall b● sp●k● i●●●ge Machines : And we w●●●●urling ●●r●ams 〈…〉 w●rks show And you m●y l●ve t● 〈◊〉 it 〈…〉 , S● Poets s●ve th●ir wit 〈…〉 . This all our S●r●blers can 〈◊〉 wi●h ●as● . T●●kle the fools , though not the Witty please ▪ I● you ●xp●ct ●●ue Com●dy agen , That repres●nts not Monst●rs , but shows men ; Your exp●ctation will be cross'd , we fear , For we have little hope to see such here . A Prologue spoken at Court to the Emperess of Morocco . THE mighty Army now assembl●d here , Of dreadful Criticks w●ll might make us fear ; But , Sir , to your Protection we retire ; No Fo● ( we know ) will at your quarters fire , Though n●'re so bad , if you but grace our P●ay , VVe and our Poet shall be safe to day : Y●ur Royal stamp can make all money pass , And none da●es c●ip your Coin , tho' but of brass : Our valiant Hero's , like their Ladies , quake , And they ( poor souls ) all wish they now could take Morocco's deepest black their Cheeks to hide , That wh●n th●y blush , it might by none be spy'd . Like bashful Brides call'd to the Marriage bed , They can't go back , and dare not forward ●read ; But you , great Sir , may soon remove their f●are , And ease those hearts where you 've the greatest share . Y●u with a smile can troubled minds assure , As with a Touch you sickly b●●i●s cure . To the Audience . Now Gallants , somthing should to you be said : But B●auty better much then Wi● can plead : None will this fair Petitioner withstand ; I can but only beg ; She , may command . Spoken by the Lady Elizabeth Howard . As tiu'rous ●●v●rites that have slighted long A Fa●tion , which at last they finde grow strong , Think with themselvs how they b●time may close And make a Peac● with th● i●●revailing foes : So ou● young Ladies almost dead with fear , Reflection ●●l they m●y have anger'd here : And with a fl●tt● ri●g Prologu● would ●xcuse T●● 〈◊〉 rigour which th●y once did use . This humbl● Erran● I am sent to do● , Bu● it woul● ill b●c●me 〈◊〉 to woo , No● shall we need ●t sure to such as you . M●thinks you should not r●il at us to day , And you are too gallant to minde the Play. But though you do , we hope at last each scene VVhere we shall act , will tak● , tho' ne're so mean. In a fine ●adies Mouth all fine will show , As wi●●s blow sweet when they through Gardens blow . Use w●ll the Power we put into your hands , And know , long at i●s height no Empire stands . You were at ours , we at your mercy now , And must like Vassals to our Vassals bow ; Y●t my brisk Monsieurs , be not too severe , Y 'ave but a little time to dominere , And every Jest of yours may cost you dear : 'T is b●t ●ik Royal slav●s , this night you reign : The Play once done , we shall be crown'd again , And you , poor Captives , must resume your ●hain . Then do your w●rst , we will the shock abide , You can at most but a f●ign'd Love deride , VVhen in good earnest you shall come to woo , It will be then our tu●n to laugh at you . Another Prologue spoke at Court to the Emperess of Morocco . WIT has of late took up a trickt ' appear , Unmannerly , or at the b●st severe : And Poets share the Fa●e by which we fall , VVhen kindly we attempt to please you all . 'T is hard , your scorn should against such prevail , Whose ends are to divert you , tho' they fail . You Men would think it an ill-natur'd Jest , Should we laugh at you when you did y●ur best . Then rail not here , though you see reason for 't If Wit can finde it self no better sport . Wit is a very foolish thing at Court. VVit 's bus'ness is to please , and not to fright , 'T is no Wit to be always in the right , You 'l find 〈◊〉 none , who dare be so to night . Few so ill-bred will venture to a Play , To spy out faults in what we VVomen say For us no matter what we speak , but how , How kindly can we say — I hate you now . And for the men , if you 'l laugh at 'em , do ; T●●y minde themselves so much , they 'll ne're minde you — But why do I descend to lose a Prayer On those small Saints in Wit , the God sits there . T● you ( Great Sir ) my Message hither tends , From Youth and Beauty your Allies and Friends . See my ●redentials written in my Face , They challenge your Protection in this place , And hither come with such a force of charmes , As may give Check even to your prosp'rous ●rmes : Millions of Cupids hovering in the Rear , Like Eagles following , fatal Troops appear . All waiting for the slaughter , which draws nigh . Of those bold Gazers , who this Night must dy . Nor can you ●ca●e our soft Cap●ivitie , From which old Age alone must s●t you free . Then tremble at the fatal Cons●qun● — Si●ce , 't is well known for y●ur own part ( Great Prince ) 'Gainst us you still have ma●e a weak d●fenc● — Be gen'rous , and wise , and take our part ; Remember we have eyes , and you a heart . Else you may find , too late , that we are things Born to kill vassals , and to conquer Kings . But oh ! to what vain Conquest I pretend , VVhilst Love is our Commander , and your Friend . Our victory your Empire more assures , For Love will ever make the Triumph yours . A SONG . FOrgive me Jove ! Or , if there be a kinder god above , Forgive a Reb●l to the Power of Love : H●●r me ( kind Cupid ) and acc●pt my Vow , Min● , who ●e voutly at t●y Altar Bow ; O! hear me now : Dorinda ●ear , and w●at Ive done amiss Pardon , and seal that pardon with a Kiss . Stay ! methinks the melting Saint , Kindly Ecchoes my complaint ; Look ! I fancy I descry Pi●y dropping from her eye ; Ha●k ! she says Philander live , All thy Errours I forgive : And now , ah me ! to repent I begin , That against so much goodness I ever should Sin ; But never again , oh ! never will I , Offend my Dorinda , for sooner I 'le dye . SONG . AH Cruel Eyes ! that first enflam'd My poor resistless heart ; That , when I would my thoughts have blam'd they still encrease the smart : What pow , r above Creates such Love. To languish with desire ▪ May some disdain Encrease my pain , Or may the flame expire . And yet I die to think how soon My wishes may return , If slighted , and my hopes once gone , I must in silence mourn : T●en Tyrannels D● but express , The Mystry of your pow'r , ' ●●s as s●on said . You 'll l●ve and wed As studying for'● an hour . I yield to Fate , though your fair eyes Have made the pow'r your own ; ' Twàs they did first my heart surprize , Dear Nymph 't was they alone : For honour's sake , Your h●art awake , And let your pity move : 〈◊〉 in ●●spair O● on so fair , I bid adi●u to Love. A SONG . NAy ! let me alone , protest I 'le be gone ▪ 'T is a folly to think I●le be subject to One : Never hope to Co●sine A Young Gallant to dine , Like a Sch●lar of Oxford , on naught but the Loyn , For , after Enjoyment , our Bellies are full ; And the same dish again makes the Appetite dull . By your Wantoning Art ; Of a Sigh , and a Start , You endeavour , in vain , to inveigle my heart ? For the Pretty Disguise Of your Languishing Eyes , Will never prevail with my Sinews to rise : And 't was never the Mode , in an Amorous 〈◊〉 When a Lover has din'd , to perswade him to 〈◊〉 Faith Betty the Jest Is almost at the best , T is only variety makes up the Feast ? For when we 've enjoy'd ; And with pleasures are cloy'd ? The vows , that we made to love , ever are 〈◊〉 And you know , pretty Nymph , it was ever 〈◊〉 That a meal should be made of a Relishing 〈◊〉 A SONG in the Dutch-Love● . AMintas bid me to a Grove , Where all the Trees did shade us , The Sun it self , though it had strove , It could not have betray'd us , The place , secur'd from Humane eyes , No other fear allows , But , when the Wind doth gently rise , To kiss the yeilding boughs . ( 2 ) Down there we sat upon the Mosse , And did begin to play , A thousand wanton tricks to passe The heat of all the day ; A many kisses he did give , And I return'd the same , Which made me willing to receive . That which I dare not name . ( 3 ) His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd To tell their am'rous tale ; On her that was already fir'd , 'T was easie to prevail : He did but kisse , and clasp me round , Whilst those his thoughts expressd , And laid me sof●ly on the ground , Oh● who can guess the rest . SONG . O The time that is past , When she held me so fast , And declar'd that her honour no longer could last , When no light , but her languishing eyes did appear To prevent all excuses of blush●s and fear . When she sigh'd and unlac'd , With such trembling and haste , As if she had long'd to be closer embrac'd , My Lips the sweet pleasure of K●sses enjoy'd , While my hand was in search of hid treasure employ'd . My heart set on fire VVith the flames of desire , 〈◊〉 pursu'd what she seem'd to require ; 〈◊〉 she cry'd , for pity sake , change your ill mind , 〈◊〉 Amintas be civil , or I 'le be unkind , Dear Amintas , she cries , Then casts down her eyes , 〈◊〉 in Kisses she gives , what in words she denies , 〈…〉 of my Conquest I purpos'd to stay 〈…〉 free consent had more sweetned the prey . But too late I begun For her passion was done ; 〈◊〉 Amintas , she cries , I will never be won : 〈…〉 , and your Courtship , no pity can move , 〈…〉 've slighted the Critical minute of Love. Song on the London Ladies ( 1 ) TIme was , thou must dwindle thy mony and time And , the dearest of all thy vigour , and prime To Court a coy Mistris , that long'd for 't as much As thou couldst desire to give her a touch : But now the rate 's known ; the best will turn up Foe a Guiny , a Pullet , and t'other old cup : A World 't is of pleasure , one Necklace of Pearl , Will conjure the richest , or modestest Girl . ( 2 ) All Trade is for gain , all Commodities sold , Fear not ; for thy coyn thou mayst justly be bold . A pox on fine words ; the contemplative fool Talks of Love , and of flame ; an oh ! what mis-rule , These keep in his heart : now a sigh , then a groan ; And her very jeca's sufficient alone To fill him with raptures , sweet dreams , and what not ! VVhen alas ! all the while her flames are as hot . ( 3 ) In company with her , each glance drops a Charm , And she gives him her hand , to keep him still warm ; For this is the man she designes her lewd life , To cloak with the serious name of a Wife : To the modest all distance , with those that are free She can tickle , and kiss , and kinder yet be : Adieu to fond Courtship , all Arguments lie , In the briskest assault , when the pockets let flie . ( 4 ) Love is banish'd the world , and vertue is gone To some private recess , to lament all alone ; For now she grows barren , and none of her race Can be found either with , or without a good face : To the Ma● , to the Park , to the Pit , or the Box ; Where you will , you can't miss : there 's meat for the Cocks . And thus will it be , for old Eve at the first , And her Daughters e're since have made all Men accurst . FINIS . A34821 ---- The foure ages of England, or, The iron age with other select poems / written by Mr. A. Cowley. Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. 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A34821 R18757 (Wing C6671). civilwar no The foure ages of England: or, The iron age. With other select poems. VVritten by Mr. A. Cowley. [no entry] 1648 20354 21 15 0 0 0 0 18 C The rate of 18 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-12 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2002-12 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The foure Ages OF ENGLAND OR , The Iron Age . With other select POEMS . VVritten by Mr. A. Cowley . Cantabit vacuus , &c. LECTORI . Qui legis ista , tuam reprehendo , si mea laudas Omnia , stultitiam ; si nibil , invidiam . Owen Ep. pag. 1. Printed in the Yeere 1648. To the truly worthy , and VVorshipfull , Mr. I. S. of P. Esquire . Honoured Sir , IT is not the worthinesse of the Worke , nor Workeman , can whisper any confidence of your acceptance of this trifle ; but only the seasonablenesse and truth of the subject ( of which you are more then an eye-witnesse ) gives it boldnesse to kisse your hand . This Poem was calculated only for the Meridian of some private friends , not daring to gaze in the face of the World , because it 's neer kin to truth , and therefore to danger . Nor did the Author desire so to strumpet his Muse , as to prostitute her to the imbraces of every one , being not ambitious of the airy title of a Poet . Neither let it present it selfe to your eye the lesse worthy , because now martyr'd by the Presse , though it be become now so adulterated with false and scandalous Pamphlets , that it is a dishonour for a legitimate phantasie to derive a title from thence . My humble request to your Worship is , that you will vouchsafe to inrich these lines with your view , and pardon the forward ambition of him , whose glory is to be known of you , at the becoming distance of Your Worships most humble Honourer , {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} To the Reader . Reader , WHether courteous or not , 't is all one to me ; Thou hast here the moderate observations of one , that neither is nor desires to be ingaged in either party of these Warrs , till he sees both honester . Thou hast here the verdict of a Spectator , who hath beheld this Military Game , plaid by both Gamesters , and hath seene pelting on both sides . Thou hast here Truth , painted in her own Colours , ( that is , in none ) and justling Vice , wheresoere , & in whomsoere she meets it . Thou hast here the Causes , Effects , and conjecturall consequences of these unnaturall Divisions : the times Looking-Glasse , wherein ( be what thou wilt ) thou shalt see thy face , and find something that concerns thee . And ( if thou wilt lay aside aside thy {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} ) here thou shalt read thy own selfe a main cause of this War . Thou hast here other things , which I will not , Mountebank-like , set out beforehand ; because I would have thee take some paines to read , what I have took paines to write : perhaps some pleasure ; ( Olim haec meminisse juvabit ) Only take this lesson in thy hand , before thou read , thou must resolve to un-conceit thy selfe , and to be moderate , and yeeld to truth : on that condition I am Thine : Farewell . The Proem . HOw idle is th' idolatry of those , That on their fancy can no Theme impose , Till they Apollo , and his Traine invite , To be propitious unto what they write ! 'T is but our folly ( folly may b'in wit ) To make a god , and then to worship it . I 've often writ , and never yet found odds , Whether I writ with , or without those gods . I care not for the Poets Hill , nor Spring ; Losers may speake , and empty men may sing . Sorrow's my Helicon , if povertie Makes Poets , Troupers Pegasusses be . Inspire me griefe ! let Phoebus and the Nine Help am'rous Verse ; they are too soft for mine . I meane to weep the murthers , rapine , rage , That are synaeris'd in this Iron Age . For who can sing ? An airy mirth belongs To mirthfull Theames , these dayes are not for songs . Reader , prepare thy faith : for I shall tell A story ( that transcends a miracle ) Of vices , that so great , so many be , That they 're beyond the reach of Poetrie . Behold a populous Nation , pow'rfull too ; And her own self does her own self undo : The Phoenix of the world , which is become , ( Who was the pride ) the scorn of Christendome . That stood like Atlas while it stood together , But now divided , 's wrested any whither . The Golden Age . CHAP. I. GOne are those golden Halcion daies , wherein Men uncompell'd , for love of good , fled sin : When men hug'd right & truth , whose souls being clear , Baffled the threats of punishment or fear . No Lawes , no penalties , but there did rest A Court of equity in each mans brest ; No trembling pris'ner to the Bar did come , From his severer Judge t' xpect his doome ; No need of judge or Executioners , To keep by Law that which by right was theirs . The Pyne not then his mother-mountaines leaves , To dance Lavalto's on th'unconstant waves . Walls cloath'd not Towns , nor did mens safety stand In moving Forts by Sea , on fixt by Land . They understood not Guns , nor Speares , nor Swords , Nor Cause , nor Plunder , and such Martiall words ; No armed Souldier stood for their defence , Their chiefest Armor was their innocence . Mans quiet nature did not feel that fire , Which since inflames the world , too great desire . Kings did not load their heads with Crowns , nor try By force or fraud , t' invade the liberty Of their obedient Subjects ; nor did they Strive with Annoynted Soveraigns for sway ; But Prince and people mutually agree In an indissoluble Sympathie . Religion flourish'd , and the Lawes increase , Both twin'd in one , the Gemini of peace . An universall concord tuned then Th'unjarring thoughts of many-minded men In an unblemisht harmony . Then right Spurn'd the proud thoughts of domineering might ; And lawrell'd Equity in triumph sate , Upheld by vertue , which stood candidate , And curb'd the power and craft of vice , maintain'd By the instinct which in mens nature raign'd : Th'unspotted soul could not attainted be With Treason 'gainst the highest Majestie ; Vice was a stranger to 't , nor could it ' bide To club with Av'rice , or converse with Pride . Nor was it plun'gd i' th whirlpool of those crimes , That have inthral'd now these degenerate times . Th'imprison'd will then durst not whisper Treason , But cring'd to th' Dictates of its Rectresse , Reason . Friend was the soul of friend , and ev'ry man Fed , like a stream , the whole , its Ocean . CHAP. II. THe pregnant Earth untill'd did yeeld increase , And men injoy'd what they possess'd in peace . The Winter plunder'd not the leaves from trees , Nor skurf'd the ground with hoary Leprosies . No scorching Summer , with Canicular heat , Parboild their bodies in immoderate-sweat . What ever Autumne pluck'd , the Spring did bring , An endlesse harvest wed an endlesse Spring . The quarter'd Year mixt in a bunch did come , And clung it self t'an individuum . Then flouds of Milk , then flouds of Nectar , flow'd , And on the fertile Earth all plenty grow'd . Th'enamell'd fields with Tapestry were crown'd , And floating Honey surfeited the ground : Of purest blessings men enjoy'd their fill , And had all good , 'cause they did nothing ill . The Silver Age . CHAP. I. MAns nature not content with this , did range To further things , fancy is prone to change . Then domineering Will began to stir , And scorn'd that Reason should rule over her . Active ambition would not be content To keep its selfe within its Continent ; But , being unsatiable , doth aspire , Like oyl ; injoyment makes the flame blaze higher : And Appetite , the servant to each Sence , Would not obey , but have preheminence . CHAP. II. ARts were invented , studi'd , men began T' instruct the ground , to plough the Ocean . The year 's quadrangled , People did begin T' erect them houses to inhabit in : Coffin'd their limbs in cloaths , ( cloaths first were meant But for necessity , not ornament : But pride , the child of plenty , made them grow From warmth to comely , thence t'a gawdy show : ) Then such magnificence in them begun , That glittring vestures seem'd to stain the Sun ; Houses to Babels swell'd , and were baptiz'd With their own Founders names ; and men devis'd All waies to write their names , that they might be Read in the Rolls of vast Eternitie . Turrets on tiptoe stood , to kisse the Skies , And Marble Pillars to the Spheres did rise . Towers did periwig their heads in clouds , As if those were their bases , these their shrouds . Men deckt their walls , and drest their spacious rooms With costly excrements of Persian Looms ; And guiltlesse Aras was condemn'd to be Hang'd , for no crime , but its imagerie . CHAP. III. SHips crost the angry Seas , with Billows hurl'd , And in their race begirt the spacious world , Rifling it of its treasur●s , to delight , With rarities , the craving Appetite . The ransack'd Indies brought in weekly rates , To feast their curious tast with delicates ; The burden'd fields brought in centuple crops , Dischannelling themselves into their laps ; Yet having stript the earth of what she wore , They not content with this , dive still for more . And the imbowell'd earth is brought to bed Of treasures , which within her nature hid . Musick , the soul of pleasure , still prepares , To breath delicious Accents in their eares ; Arabia contributed her gums , And wanton Zephire from all Gardens comes With odorifrous smells , which did so vary , The Phoenix soile did seem ubiquitary . And in all these the touch and sight did meet , For what was blisse to touch , 't was blisse to see 't . CHAP. IV. THen with what pomp they feasted , with what state Each severall course wallowd in antique Plate ; Dish follow'd dish , and course succeeded course , Still chimneyes took Tobacco by the force Of a continu'd fire , which was heapt on For a new meale , ere t'other scarce was done . All outward blessings were in one conjoyn'd , That might delight or satisfie the mind . Each place was plenties Magazine , to fill Their hearts , yet they had a plus ultra still . Men bath'd in plenty , and in pleasure rowl'd , Then they found out that strife-begetting Gold . Now men stretch their estates wide , that they might Like their desires , be boundlesse , infinite , Wide as the Horizon ; the careering Sun Scarce in a day their limits could out-run . Big-belli'd chests uncatechised lay , Waiting a generall accounting day ; Un-Eunuch't purses precious stones did weare , Nor did they then the gelding Troopers feare : Yet having all these riches , they were poore , Cause , having much , they still desired more . Dropsi'd desire did teach men to be vile , From hence did flow the seven-headed Nile Of deadly sin . This gave sinister birth To injury ; but Justice on the earth Had yet some being , Lawes enacted were , Men must do right , though not for love , for feare . Just equity fetter'd the hands of might , With both hands arm'd , and yet both hands were right . Then vicious minds were bridled by the Law , And judgments kept disorder'd men in awe . Times trod on th' heels of times , but as they grew , The old were still out-stript in vice by new . The Brazen Age . CHAP. I. THen men so vile did grow , so prone to sin , The bonds of Law no more could keep them in ; They striv'd t' imbark themselves for hell ; then shame And modesty were banish'd , and the name Of faith and truth grew odious , in whose roome Fraud , coz'nage , force and trechery did come , Boldly out-staring vertue ; and that vice Of sword , plague , famine , spawning avarice , Teeming with Legions of sins ; with these Men did commit Adultery , to increase Their Progeny , and thus at length did raise As many new-born sins i' th year , as daies . So pride and avarice became the twins Of generall mischiefs , Colonells of sins . Ease taught men sloth , sloth usher'd in excesse , Excesse nurs'd pride ; pride , lust ; lust , wantonnesse ; That rapes ; rapes , incest ; incest , Sodomy ; This brings unnat'rall bestiality . And thus our sacred bodies , that should be Gods holy temples , built of puritie , Are now prophan'd by sacrilegious sin , And become dens for theeves t' inhabit in . Yea Garrisons of Rebells , and by these Men so abus'd that crowne of blessings , peace ; That it was so corrupt , so full of sin , It must be lanc'd ; thus did our woe begin . CHAP. II. THe Angells of the Church did soare so high , Like Lucifer , they lost their Hierarchy ; They first from grace , and then from glory fall ; Some turning Devills brought disgrace on all . To all new fashions they their zeale translate , And Disciplin'd the Church by rules of State . Hetrodox Tenents did the Truth invade , And mens inventions grounds of Faith were made . One Ceremony did another send , Nor did Will-worship know a bound or end . Their Canons were as various as the winds , Nay ( which is more ) unconstant as their minds . Choak'd with their great Revenues , they become , ( Who , being empty , sounded well ) quite dumb . Nay they did hold it an extreme disgrace To execute the office of their place . Well said a fool , who does a Bishop feare , May fly t'a Pulpit ; for hee 'l not come there . Like Weathercocks , on Churches tops , they stood , To over-see them , not to do them good : Yet being Lords , they fain would higher be , And guild their Lordships with a Deitie . CHAP. III. ANd the cram'd Clergie t' imitate their Masters , In pride and sloth , grew most Episcopasters . The Pulpit rusted , some had got a trick ( As if their Sermons had been lunatick ) To preach by th' Moon , some but at Quarter-day ; And then their Texts were Summons to their pay . Some were so costive , they requir'd a yeare ; Like Elephants , some ten ; then one might heare ( To the amazement oth'expecting house ) The groaning hill deliver'd of a Mouse . Dumb Dogs , that wallow'd in excessive store ; While those poor souls that all the burthen bore , Could hardly get by their continu'd pain , A stipend that might them and theirs maintain . And though one serve a cure , nay two , or three , He must a Scriv'ner and School-Master bee ; Yet all these trades will scarce so much allow , As a good time may get , that goes to plough . Instead of this , they studi'd Law , and read , Not what God saies , but what the Judges said . Their care of bodies choak'd their care of souls , They more frequented Westminster then Pauls ; They praid i th' Temple often , but it was , That their fee'd Lawyer would maintaine their cause Others , to pleasure , pride and ease inclin'd , Studi'd to pamper their luxurious mind , With wine and banquets ; but in most of all , The Golden Number was Dominicall ; So that it was become a common speech , The way to spoil a Priest's to make him rich . If one preacht well , he was in life so evill , A Saint in Pulpit , out of it a Devill . Their lives confute their Doctrines ; for they strove , Which most should act the sins they did reprove , The one might think , that whatsoere they say , Were to be done the clean contrary way . CHAP. IV. ANd the vain people , alwaies prone to ill , Follow not precept , but example still : For they disgrac'd themselves by what they do ? And taught the people to disgrace them too . Thus that soul-saving Function 'gan to be A publicke scandall , and an obloquie , By the base vulgar , who were glad , for this , To blaze their spirituall Fathers nakednesse . The Office so abus'd , men scorn'd to do it , Unlesse bare need , or gain did force them to it : And men unfit , unusefull for the State , Yet were accounted good enough for that . And why ? the sordid Gentry , in whose hands They 'd got the Church-Revenues , and her Lands , Turn'd Publicans , and stood at Churches doore ; None Must come in , but who paid well therefore . These were Church-merchants , & by them did gaine , As those by warrres , though they dealt not so plaine . He that would buy a horse , or take to 's Bride A daughter , got a Benefice beside . If Sacriledge to steale from Churches bee , What 's he that steales a Church , nay two or three ? Well did a Herauld their base nature note , That gave a Wolves head to them for a coat , Swallowing a Church , the steeple stuck in 's throat . CHAP. V. TY'd to the taile of Levi , was the Tribe Of Many-Asses : some that won't suscribe To God , nor King , nor State , nor Law ; but still , Do vow Allegiance only to their will : That to be crosse to theirs , did bend their course Into a contrary extreme , far worse . Men of vertiginous braines , still running round , That , Cymball-like , from emptinesse do sound ; That abhor Learning , and don't hold it fit For Christians to pollute their braines with it . They say 't is vain for holy men to seek For language of the Beast , or Heathen Greek . Unbenefic'd and poore , that have no way To get a stipend , but to preach and pray 'Gainst Church and State , and 'cause they cannot be Famous for Learning or Divinity ; Yet they 'll doe something to enrole their name In the large Catalogue to blab-tongu'd Fame . And though their doctrine be nor sound , nor true , They 'l have 't approv'd , because 't is strange and new . There were some upstart Levites , hot and young , Active and proud , whose interdicted tongue Imprison'd in the Dungeon of his mouth , For Sacriledge , is now broke forth , and grow'th More violent ; or such , whose eares of late Have both been circumcised by the State : Whose sufferings spread their fame from far and near ; The giddy people flock in sholes to hear These zealous Saints , those pious Martyrs prate , With their impoyson'd tongues 'gainst Church & State , Who in their preachments tell them , such as we ( Beloved ) suffer for our puritie ; Because we will not follow Popish lies , We fall by th' eares with profane Pillories . 'T is for our good , who ope our eares to take The pious whispers which the nayles do make . Peripatetick Teachers , Journy-men , That trot t'America , and back agen , To get a Proselite , these dare make Kings The Subjects of their talk , and handle things Direct 'gainst forme or order , as each lists : Their Texts and Doctrines , both like Sepratists , Run from each other ; and their Uses loath Their company , 'cause holyer then both : And having nam'd a text , like cowards , they Straight from the unarm'd words on 't run away , And thus excuse it , that it is a breach Of Christian freedome , to be ty'd to preach Upon one place ; they make their Doctrines run From Genesis to th' Revalation , And handle all alike , a wild-goose chace ; They run through Countries , a Curranto pace . They straight divide a Text in parts ; but then ●hey do not bring them to be friends agen , ●ut fall to flat adultry with the sence , ●e getting spurious broods of Uses thence ▪ That such unnat'rall Children thence do spring , They dare make head against the Text , their King . These are State-Barrettors , and set by th' eares The Prince , and People , Commons , and the Peers : These kindle first ; and still foment the rude Seditions of the cock-brain'd multitude ; Who , like themselves , are Planet-struck , and vary , Prograde , and retrograde , ne're stationary . Their heads , like Bowls , run round , unsteer'd by Reason Their Bias Faction , and their Jack is Treason . These ever rail at , and are discontent At States and Churches present Government . And why ? not for defects do they withstand it , Because t is bad , but 'cause the Lawes command it . Eve is their Mother ; they think no fruits be So sweet , as those on the forbidden tree . Some do not hate it , nor find fault therein , But 'cause they 've been neglected , and not bin Employ'd with Hierarchy , since they suppose Themselves more fit for Government , then those That are instal'd ; which , 'cause they cannot reach , ( Like Dogs at th' Moon ) they bark at , and still tea●● The peoples reeling fancie to despise Church-orders , and imbrace what they devise . Which alwaies various and changeable be , For nought more pleases , then variety . These men are nine daies old , and do begin To look abroad upon anothers sin . To other men they are as Argos-ey'd As Heav'n in spangled nights , when Sol does hide In the Antipodes , and Stars begin To execute his Office ; to their sin They are as blind as Moles ; which least they might Behold , they draw the curtain of their sight . By the foule hands of these , dirt still is throwne On others faces , yet ne're wash their own . For he will soon'st espie the Mote that 's blowne In 's Brothers eve , who hath a Beam in 's owne . These and the Romulists , although they bend Their heads contrary , meet at last , and tend Both to burn down Religion ; which doth stand , Like Christ o th' Crosse , with Thieves on either hand . Extremes , both in a Circle set their feet , And , though contrary go , at last must meet . CHAP. VI . THe many-empty-headed multitude , Once mov'd , like Hornets , eagerly intrude On all imployments , and run forward still Like Swine , steer'd only by their headlong will , The zealous Cobler pricks his leather-eares ; And in the Tubb ( his Pulpit ) he declares , No Priest , no Doctrine can religious be , That smells of either Universitie : So Ignorance , the mother of each doubt , Leads Faction in , and turnes obedience out . While he translates , and edifies the soule , The two-ear'd Hatter does the Crown controule ; He Peter scornes , himselfe will be a rock , And sets mens heads upon a rounder Block . He with inspired fury doth declare There 's no salvation unto those , whose haire Transcend their teeth in longitude , his sheares ●ave raz'd the locks that did besiege his eares ; ●nd lets his rampant eares grow up alone , the two supporters of his globous crown . So each Profession , from head to heel , Sets forth lay-Levites ; and the old ones feel Their just deservings , suffering their due ; They displac'd old , and are displac'd by new : And all these simples make one Mithridate To be a poison both to Church and State . New Lords create new Lawes ; one brings a branch From Amsterdam , some to new England lanch ; To Scotland Rome , Judea , Turky some ; Some to Geneva : Back agen they come Fraught with Religions new , of each a feather , All in a Chaos bundled up together ; Which makes our Church all particolour'd show , Like Iosephs coat , or Aesops theevish Crow , A Pantheon of Religions . Mean time our guiltlesse prayers , which have stood Writ in the Characters of Martyrs blood , The grace of Christian Churches , the delight Of God and godly men , are conjur'd quite Out of the Church , b' extemporary stuffe ; Which though three houres , yet are not long enoug● To reach to heav'n ; And though their non-sence d● Gore at the Clouds , yet never shall come there . By these extremes Religion 's from us flowne , And our one Church growes many ; therefore none : CHAP. VII . BUt Church & State being Twins , and none can The one , but straight the other falls with it . The Court that should a Sanctuary be To vertue , and the Bourse of Pietie , The throne of Justice , and excell in right , As 't did in state , in dignity and might , Became th' Asylum of Ambition , Envy and fraud , where vice doth tread upon O'reswayed vertue , and doth seem to be Vertue it selfe , vail'd o're by pollicie . Injurious persons of all sorts resort , As to the hornes o' th' Altar , to the Court . CHAP. VIII . THe Laws themselves grew Lawlesse , and the Tribes O' th' Gown entayl'd their consciences for bribes , Like cobwebs ; Laws the lesser flies entrap , But great ones might breake thorow , and escape : They were no more defence , but grew to be A legall violence , licenc'd injurie . Courts were call'd Courts of Justice , but it is Because there 's none there by Antiphrasis . The ambidextrous Judges brib'd , rebrib'd , And lesser gifts to greater still subscrib'd : Queen-money made and un-made all decrees , And Justice grew adulterate for fees : It had a balance , but so falsifi'd , That it inclin'd still to the weightiest side . If bribes did plead , they must needs grant the Sute , For gifts have pow'r to move , although they 're mute ; They had got pearles within their eyes , that so They scarce the truth from injury did know . Instead of Judges , Pride , Oppression , Fraud , Injustice , violence , the Bench invade ; Justice , the junior Judge , sate like a block , Or puisne Baron , but to tell the clock . What ere the cause be , whether bad or good , It must be felt , ere heard or understood . CHAP. IX . THe under-Foggers , with their dagled gownes , Like Sampsons foxes tailes , inflame the Townes , Make Suits , as Conjurers raise winds , and why ? That they might lay the same , and get thereby . They did intaile their Clients , and their Suit , From Terme to Terme , and every Term renew't ; Till the poore Client had no Suit but that , And starv●d his purse , to make their pouches fat . How slenderly a Cause is spun , when 't is Bandy'd between Clotho and Lachesis . They must annoint their jawes with bribes , or els Their venall tongue nor truth nor falshood tells . Their tongues Angelicall , their consciences Strung to their Clyents purse , where no pence is ; The Clyent is discharged of his pain , Till to his cost , he do recruit again . They hoise their Fees 'bove Statute , Law , or task , As if 't were Law to pay what they did ask , Whose cheverle-Consciences , stretch'd far and wide And they still wore them on the wrongest side . Yet these dunce-Deskmen to such wealth did rise . Their State nobilitates their families . Who ere began a Suit , theyl'd draw them on To the third and fourth Generation ; As if th' were tenants in Fee-simple to them , And they had power , by degrees t' undo them . They can't a Cause for one year calculate , Like Erra Pater 't was nere out of date . So he that hath bin wrong'd , and comes to these For help , 's like one that leaps into the Seas To 'scape a storm : or like the sheep that goes To a bush , for shelter from the cold , and lose His wooll ; and so by that is render'd more Unable to indure it , then before : For so much cost and trouble there is in it , That the poor Clyent , when he did begin it , ( Though he should have the best on 't ) he were better Be overthrown , and would be greater getter . What an eternall Term on 't will they hold , When Causes come , wrapt in a showre of gold ! There 's no Vacation then : Like mastiffs they Destroy the Wolves , because they mean to slay Or fleece the flocks themselves . The other twin That did run round i' th Zodiack of sin , CHAP. X. WEre spirituall Courtiers , these were more sublim'd In their injurious cunning , and they climb'd To a diviner stile : what ere they do , Though ne're so wrong , was Law and Gospell too . Each Proctor at his pleasure could derive T' himselfe the Churches pow'r legislative . Who not appeares , or is behind in Fees , The Church must , whensoere the Sumners please , Excommunicate , give up to Satan , till God gives him grace to pay his Lawyers Bill . Bawdry was bought , and sold , and for a Fee Men might have licence for their lecherie : ●f any had offended , th'only curse Was the dear penance of an empty purse . And for a yearly custome , an old Bawd Might have a Patent to set up the trade . Upon the Sabbath they allow'd to play ; But if one wrought upon a Holy-day , Oh 't was a crime that nought could expiate , But the large bribing of an Advocate ! He 's in a wretched case , each Christian knowes , That has no better Advocate , then those . CHAP. XI . THe Gallenists , those Factors for our health , Were so infected with this love of wealth , That generally our wounds and all diseases , Were slight or mortall , as the Doctor pleases : And all our maladies were ever dated By th' purses strength , as if th' were calculated For all nativities , what ere they be ; The purse is still purg'd by Phlebotomie : The poor's incurable , the rich must have An endlesse gowt in 's joynts , that wi●l not leave Till all the money from the purse be done ; Then he that could not go before , can run . Besides those Quacks , that strumpet to each slave , For a small price , that smaller art they have , Who , without Judge or Jury , basely kill More then they cure , to exercise their skill : Who need no plague but their own ignorance , Accompani'd with their Arts masters , wants . The State-Physitians more perverse then these , Cur'd bad diseases with worse remedies . For sicknesses do usually fall On Bodies politick , like naturall These prov'd right Empricks , and without all doubt , Wrought the States end , to bring their own about . For most that seem'd to be the Kingdomes friends , Tipt publique Justice still with privat ends . These made the three Professions of the Gown , ( That were the grace ) the odium of the Town . CHAP. XII . THe spring being thus corrupt , the streames can be Nothing but currents of impuritie : From this red Sea of sin a crew there came , Differing in nought from Locusts , but in name ; Monopolists , that ( Priest-like ) had a share In every trade , but more then Tythes they were . These did so spawn , they got nine parts at least , Th' right owner scarce was to his own a Priest . Others were Rogues by Patent , and did draw A power to pole the people from the Law , Which they had made a stalking-horse to be , A legall Warrant for their villanie . Thus painfull men , by taxes were , and rates , Unjustly cheated of their own estates : And this did make the transitory streets Eccho with poor mens cries , where Rapine meets With rapine ; guile with guile ; and right became An ayery title , and an empty name . Cities compos'd of severall streams , that ran From hills and valleyes , turn an Ocean ; Where sins meet sins , like Billowes ; and do strive ( As they with th' Court ) for the Prerogative . Greedy desire is Mayor , and puff-past Pride Aspires , as Mayoresse , to sit by 's side . Treason and cheating Sheriffs , and next such plenty Of Capitall sins , they 're more then foure and twenty . CHAP. XIII . ANd the tame Country , in its severall Climes , Practise to ape the Cities banefull Crimes : Th' incestuous Us'rer with 's own baggs doth lie , In gendring use by damn'd Adulterie , Till every hundred doth survive to see Himselfe centupled in his progenie ; While that curst Barathrum still cries for more , Beggars the rich , and does devoure the poore . And though he learning hates , and every Art That 's liberall , yet he could find in 's heart To turn Logician , and doth understand To do all things with a Contracted hand . He ( like an Asse laden with various meats ) Bites not at all , or else but Thistles eats . He cheats his Back of needfull ornament , And his poor Belly keeps perpetuall Lent : And all to cram a Chest , having an itch , But while he lives , to be accounted rich : Or leave to 's heires , when he to death inclines , ( Got lawfully by him or his assignes ) An ample patrimony , which the sot Consumes as fast , as ere his father got . The Tradesman too , whose weights & measures were Lighter then 's wife , and shorter then his haire , With his oyl'd tongue , and dancing Complements , The engines of his cheating eloquence , Gull'd men by whole-sale , though his wife and he Both drove a retail trade , and did agree To ope their shops to all ; whose gain did slide Quick as 't was got , by luxury and pride . CHAP. XIIII . DUll gluttony did raigne , and striv'd to kisse His t'other sister , swinish drunkennesse , That nursery of sins ; for there 's no vice So bad , but from this spring it takes its rise . How many Swine does this make in a yeare , If all were Sowes that wallow in the mire ? This Anti-god that uncreates a man , Turnes him t' a beast , or to a lump again ; How does poor reason split it self , and sink , When man lies floating in a sea of drink ! And yet they ran so violently to it , As if they had been only born to do it : 'T was manners , if a man his friend did meet , With pinte and quart they must each other greet ; Or if to 's neighbours house a friend did come , 'T was welcome stil'd to send him drunken home : Men thought no shame to glory in this sin , Who could drink most , as if their mouths had been Made not to speak , but drink , and bellies were But barrell-like , the continents of Beere . Yet that 's small cause to boast ; did we but see , That a weak Hogshead can hold more then wee : And yet we see how many a drunken Sot Hath drown'd , and drunk all 's fortunes in a pot , Swilling his bruitish soul in beer and wine , While his poor family at home doth pine ; And have no food to feed upon , but cares , Nor any thing to drink ( poor souls ) but tears . This is the Gulph that swalloweth a-whole The wealth , the health of body and of soule . CHAP. XV . TH' effect of luxurie and ease is lust , And this sets men on flame , so that it must Be vented by base actions , men did do 'Gainst Gods , 'gainst Nations Laws , and Natures too ; Great persons rang'd like Goats , to slake their flame , With all variety ; yea they kept tame Their Concubines , with costly motives fed ; Their handmaids serv'd them both for board and bed , By whom they issue got , and so might be Indeed the Fathers of their familie . The Ladies kept preambles , men of might , That stood them both for service and delight ; Men 'gainst the Grammar sin'd , and did contest The Feminine Gender is the worthiest . Young men had hoary haires , or else had none , And when they had been satiate with one , They 'ld ha' fire-new-ones . Nay the spirituall part Of Brethren lov'd the flesh with all their heart . But 'cause 't was grown so common , they would be , Entwin'd with Sisters , but extempore . CHAP. XVI . ENvy , that hideous monster , meagre , fell ; That skeleton , is belch't up too from Hell ; She roosts in peoples minds , and greatly breeds The bane of vertuous doers , and their deeds : It s own tormentresse ; both a plague and sin , Oh! how it gnawes the bones , where it gets in ! And yet men were so chain'd to 't , that their eyes , Waxt sore at other mens prosperities ; Malicious men did their own bodies pine , To see their neighbours plentifully dine ; And be content , with all their hearts , to lose An eye , to have another want a nose . CHAP. XVII . HOnour became a Chattall to be sold ( To those that ne're were kin to 't ) for their gold : Such whose unworthy soules did weare a stile But as a livery , and did exile All noble thoughts out of their breasts , who be , While they 're alive , grav'd in obscurity . Men , like their Grandsires tombs , titled without , And full of rottennesse within , or nought : The Garbage of the world , compos'd of mire And slime , like frogs of Nile ; if Gold inspire Their purse with life , it clarifies their fames ; Promethean fire was nothing to those flames : Fame was but wealth's Elixar ; every Clown That could get wealth , might quickly get renown , Though they 'd intrencht their bodies with such crimes , That they might be the scandall of the times , And had a dearth of worth , or good ; yet when They 'd pay'd for 't , they must needs be gentlemen . Nay this Almighty Gold such acts could do , That Lords , nay gods , were made by Angells too . CHAP. XVIII . BUt thred-bare Vertue , and leane honesty , Were thought unworthy great mens company . A man of learning , wisdome , breeding , wit , And had all parts that did conduce to it ; Yet if his purse were ignorant of pence , A fig for 's learning or his eloquence ; But he must cringe and creep t' each gilded Sot , Whose purse is full , although his head be not : Thousands per annum were the only glory , And sweet-fac'd Gold the winning'st Oratory ; These favorites of Fortune , ( that is , fooles ) Whose ignorance did make them foes to Schooles , And Schollers , nay to all ingenious Arts ; That had a man nere so deserving parts , And painfull in a calling , two , or three , All could preserve him scarce from beggarie . They so dispos'd it , as if 't were not fit , One man should have at once both wealth and wit : And yet these muck-wormes cannot be so wise , To see how fortune does Eutrapelize , And give them wealth to plague them ; good men hold , They 're fetter'd slaves , although those fetters gold . CHAP. XIX . HOw many slow-wormes had we in our Land , 'Twixt whom & beasts no difference could stand That having wealth , liv'd here , and spent their own , And having suckt out that ( Leech-like ) are gone . Whose life ( if 't were a life ) cannot be found Guilty of one good Act , that might redound Unto their kindreds , friends , or Countries good , But ev'n like Belly-slaves , provide for food ; Whose minds were not emblazon'd with those gifts , That man above a bruitish Creature lifts ; They weare no soules within , or if they do , They count them burthens , nay and troubles too : Their bodies do , like Sodomes Apples , stand , And they but Pleonasmes of our Land . Luxurious wantonnesse did still prevent Their naturall desire of nourishment ; They us'd Provocatives to eat , drink , sleep , From hunger , thirst , and cold themselves to keep . The Cankers and the Bellies of the State , Whose limbs stand uselesse , as if out of date ; And when they die , this only may be said , Here lies one that was borne , that liv'd , and 's dead , By whom death lost his labour , he 's no more But a dead lump , and so he was before . CHAP. XX . OUr giddy phansy surfeited with pride , In various habit ev'n the French out-vy'd ▪ So great was our luxurious wantonnesse , 'T was sin the Sun should twice behold one dresse . Fashions had still a Clymax , clothing went From warme , to comely , thence magnificent . Our naturall haire not shed by Venerie , Was shav'd by Pride , and we our heads belie With womens excrements ; which might be known , ( Only because we bought it ) 't was our own ; Lech'ry first taught this evill to our Nation ; Now what it wore for need , we weare for fashion . Women transform'd to men , men women grew , We by the shape scarce one from t'other knew ; Such boldnesse those , these such effeminatenes Possess●d , that both seem'd one Androgenes . Faces bely'd with paint , and York put there , Where nature did at first write Lancaster . When angry teeth fell out , and brake their sums , By the pollution of their stinking gums , Be got by sweet-meats , or that trait'rous sawce , The rebell to good stomacks ; wholsome Lawes Women had Regiments of teeth in pay , And drew out severall Cent'ries every day , To stop the Breaches , that should Poets write Their teeth were Ivory ; it may be right . Their heads with massy-ruffs were bulwark'd round , And yoak'd in bands , which scarce a measure found . With such impostures , and a thousand more , As if we were not proud , but pride all o're . This brings new sins , new sins new plagues draw on ; So Pride's preamble to destruction . A Kingdomes blisse is but conditionall ; When they from Grace , they straight from Glory fall : For whatsoever unto vice doth tend , Begins in sin , and must in sorrow end . The Iron Age CHAP. I. THe cup of trembling , which so oft has bin Quaft round about us , is at last stept in , And we must drink the dregs on 't ; we that be Sever'd from other Nations by the Sea , And from our selves divided by our sin , Need now no forraign foes , wee 've foes within . What need an enemy the walls to beat , When the defendents sins doe ope the gate ? God , who at first , did man to man unite , Sets man 'gainst man , in a Cadmean fight : Limb jarrs with limb , and every member tries To be above 's superiour Arteries ; The Elements and humours , that before Made up a compound body , now no more Kisse in an even tempr'ature , but try T' un-make themselves , by their Antipathy . And 'cause divided Kingdomes cannot stand , Our Land will be the ruine of our Land . The State 's now quite unhing'd ; the Ingineers , That have been ham'ring it these many yeers , Now ply it home , striking while th' iron's hot , And make our jarrs th' ingredients of their plot . Which b'ing contriv'd by some , whom Schism and pride Had long ago inflam'd ; now when they spi'd , The peoples minds inclining to their will , Set on their work , and more , and more instill Sedition , by themselves , and instruments , To fill the peoples minds with discontents ; But privately at first , untill , at length , They had increas'd their number , pow'r , and strength . CHAP. II. THen first a Meteor with a Sword breaks forth Into this Island , from the boist'rous North ; Darting ill influences on our State ; And though we knew not what they aimed at , They went to make us Denizons o' th' Tombs , While they religiously possesse our roomes : These , from the entrailes of a barren soile , On an imagin'd wrong invade our Isle , Upon pretence of Liberty , to bring Slav'ry to us , and ruine to our King : Whose yelling throats b'ing choakt , at last , with that Which cures all , Gold ; they aimed at A private project , to ingage the rout Of English Scots , to bring their ends about , And spoile the Crown : so what they could not do , By force ; by fraud , they slily work us to . They came to help us , that themselves might get , And are deare Brethren ; but we pay for it . Hence , hence our tears , hence all our sorrow springs : The curse of Kingdomes , and the Bane of Kings ! CHAP. III. THen they in publique meet , and 'cause they knew , All their successe upon the people grew , They feel their pulses , and their cures applie , Be 't good or bad , still to their phantasie ; What e're they love to praise , and what they hate , In every act to give a jerk at that . What e're they would have done , must not b'impos'd By humane Law , but with Religion gloz'd ; And when Lawes penall are too weak to do it , Then their Lay-Levites presse the Conscience to it ; Who are maintained to preach , and pray , and pray , As if they had Commissions of Array , From Heav'n , to make men fight ; they cry , Armes , armes , What e're 's the Text , the Uses are alarmes ; Though they seem pale , like Envy , to our view , Their very pray'rs are of a sanguine hue . And though they 've Iacobs Voice , yet we do find T hey've Esaus hands ( nay more ) they 've Esaus mind . Their empty heads are Drums , their noses are In sound , and fashion , Trumpets to the warre : These dangerous fire-brands , of curst sedition , Are Emissaries , to increase division : These make Gods Word their pander , to attain The fond devices of their factious Brain : Like Beacons , being set themselves on fire , In peoples minds , they uproares straight inspire . Or , like the Devill , who , since from heav'n he fell , Labors to pull mankind , with him , to hell : In this beyond the Devill himself they go , He sow'd by night , they in the day-time sow . He while the Servants slept , did sow his tares , They boldly in Gods Pastors sight sow theirs . They 've tongue-ti'd Truth , Scripture they 've made a glasse , Where each new Heresie may see his face . CHAP. IX . THey make long speeches , and large promises , And giving hopes of plenty , and increase ; Cherish all discontented men at hand , To help all grievances ; they crouch , and stand Congying to all , and granting every Suit , Approve all Causes , Factions ; and impute All scandalls to the Court , that they 're unjust , And negligent , giv'n to delight and lust ; And what 's done there ( to give the more offence ) They still interpret in the worser sense . In all they make great showes of what they 'l do , They 'l hear the poor , and help the needy too : For in all civill Discords , those that are Disturbers , alwaies counterfeit the care Of Publike good ; pretending , they will be Protectors of the Peoples Libertie ; The Priviledge o' th' State , the good o' th' King , The true Religion ; yet all 's but to bring Their owne designes about : they 'l ruine all , That they may rise , though the whole Kingdome fall . By these delusions , us'd with dext'rous Art , They drew all factious spirits to their part : The childish People gazing at what 's gay , Flock to these showes , as to a Puppet-Play ; Like drunken men , they this way , that way reele , And turne their minds , as Fortune does her wheele . They long for noveltie , are pleas'd with showes , And few truth , from truth-seeming Error knowes . Their love ( like French-mens courage ) does begin Like powder , and goes out , as soon 's 't is in . The thing or person , whom they dearly love , Within a moment hate , and disapprove : They measure every Action by th' event , And if they 're crost by some ill accident ; Whoever serves them , nere shall recompence , With all his vertuous deeds , one slight offence . So wretched is that Prince , that Church , that State , That rests upon their love , or on their hate . They 'l all be Kings , and Priests , to teach and sway Their Brethren , but they can't indure t' obey , Nor rule themselves ; and that 's the only cause , Why they 've pluck'd down Religion , and the Lawes , And yet will settle neither ; that they might Have faire pretences to make people fight : For , by this cunning , every factious mind Hopes to find that , to which he 's most inclin'd ; They like Miscellionists , of all minds bee , Yet in no one opinion can agree ; Their Planet-heads they in Conjunction draw , As empty Skulls meet in a Golgotha . Each head his severall sence , though senslesse all , And though their humors by the eares do fall , In this they jump , to disobey and hate What ere 's injoyn'd them by the Church or State : And all strive to be Reformation-men ; Yet putting out one evill , bring in ten . CHAP. XV . GReat men , that would be little Kings , did come : Some led by discontent , b' ambition some : Others of ruin'd fortunes , but a mind To pomp , to sloth , and luxury inclin'd ; Who long'd for civill warres , that they might be Instal'd in wealth , or we in miserie : These bobtail'd Beares , would faine like Lyons raign , And Clownes would drive , or ride in Charles his Wain . These , by their greatnesse , were the heads of Faction : The Commons must be hands , and feet of Action , That must by force defend , if they had need , Their grand design ; Thus on their plots succeed . All humours stir'd , none cur'd ; jarr , yet conspire , To be all fuell , to begin the fire ; Some go in wantonnesse to see , and some Must go , because they cannot stay at home ; Villaines , that from just death could not be free , But by the Realms publique calamitie ; They 're like the Milt , which never can increase , But by the bodies ruine or disease ; That with our money must recruit their chests , And only in our trouble , have their rests ; Such as in luxury , in lust , in play , Have prodigally thrown their states away ; Convicted persons , Bankerupt Citizens , That spend their own , and long for other mens : Servants , which from their Masters hither flee , And change their bondage for this libertie : Men of high thoughts , and of a desp'rate mind , Wild Gallants , whose vast thoughts were not confin'd To'th' Circle of the Lawes ; and all , whom want Or guilty Conscience made extravagant , Flock'd in to make up this new Colonie , Where hainous Crimes had got a Jubilee : And as in this , so 't is in every state , Men of low fortunes envy still and hate The good , extoll the bad , they disapprove All ancient Lawes , and novelties do love : Disdaine their own estates , and envy those , Whose wealth above their ruin'd fortune goes . These are secure from troubles , for they 're poore , And , come what can , they can't be made much more . Nor was 't a small incentive , to behold How the poor Skowndrells wallowed in Gold ; How Kingly in their diet and array , And how they do their betters daunt and sway , To whom they had been vassalls heretofore , And been perhaps relieved from their doore . This made the Peasant , who did work for 's hire , Or beg , or steal , leave ploughing , and aspire To imitate the rest as well's he can , First steales a horse , and then 's a Gentleman . A young Phisitian well may guesse th' events , Of medicines , made of such ingredients ; For how unlikely is 't , things should go right , When th' Devills Souldiers for Gods cause do fight . 'Mongst these they stole the hearts of some that be True meaning men , of zeale and piety , Though ignorantly zealous , still possest By their strange Doctrine , that none could be blest That were not Actors , who did neuters stand , God would spue out ; Opposers out of hand Should be cut off ; No mercy , they decreed , To th' Enemy , though Christ should intercede : No pardon : but their goods , moneys and all . As guerdon of their facts to them should fall . Wealth , pleasure , honour , that were wont to be The generall spurrs to all Activitie , Were largely promis'd unto every one , Just as they found his inclination . It was esteem'd an ordinary grace , For broken Citz to get a Captaines place . The wealthy Citizens , whose glut'nous eye Gaz'd on the publique faith , that Lotterie , Though they for feare or shame were loth to do it , They 'd cut down Boughs , and cry Hosanna to it : They brought their plate and money to this Bank , Hoping for Prizes , but draw forth a Blank . Themselves reserve the Prizes , and this stands Still gaping , like the bottomlesse Quicksands . You might track plate , like beasts , to th' Lyons den , How much went in , but none came out agen ? Here was our Primum mobile of woe ! This was the Mother and the Nurse on 't too ! Thus many were drawn in : But those that were , Not mov'd by love , were driven on by feare . CHAP. VI . THe adverse part , perceiving their intents , Prepar'd them powers for their own defence . The Gentry for the basenesse they did do , Were quite discountenanc'd , and justly too : They grew degenerate , and Gentility Was but a Nick-Name , or a livery , Which every wealthy Clown might have , and weare , And be stil'd Worshipfull . They took no care To keep their blood untainted from the stain Of vulgar sordidnesse , and so maintain The glory of their Ancestors , that be Deriv'd to them from vast eternitie ; But mixt the Blood that had inrich'd their veines , With each ignoble Slave , or Trull , for gaines . Learning , wit , vertue , birth , report , that be Essentiall bases of Gentilitie , Vail'd all to wealth ; and that 's the Cause we find , So many rich in purse , so few in mind . How many Justices did wealth advance , That had nothing to show , but ignorance ? They liv'd , like Cedars , and their drops from high Made th' poor , like under-woods , to starve and die : That in what place we saw so many poor , Some great man liv'd not farr , we might be sure . Now these that so imperiously did awe , When they perceiv'd men did not care a straw For their commands , but that the shrub began To be as stately as the Gentleman ; Then they ( though not for conscience sake ) oppose Them , that t' infringe the Kingly pow'r arose . The truly noble Heroes ( for there be Two contrarieties in each degree ) Are by the blindfold people made to beare In suffering ( though not in sin ) a share ; For when the vulgar to be Judges come , Then all must suffer for the fault of some . They quickly saw , when the bold Subject dares Usurp Kings Rights , 't is time to look to theirs . The vulgar , knowing little , but b'ing led By th' Priests , or Gentry , joyn to make a head Each as his phansie leads him . Some ambidextrous villaines took one part , And yet held with the other in their heart : Such men desire our Warrs may still increase , And feare of nothing but a needy peace . Mean while the Newters , Jacks of both sides stand , Poysing themselves , on both , yet neither hand , Like Goddesses of victory attend , To take the Conquerors part i' th' latter end . Those that are wisest , were they Argos-ey'd , And ( Bythian-like ) had every eye supply'd With double sight , yet they could hardly see Which side to take , and save their Bacon free . So betwixt both , these civill warres ore-whelm Th' whole superficies of this wretched Realm : This land that was a Canaan , while 't was good , Is now the sad Aceldama of blood . CHAP. VII . ANd now the great State-gamesters plainly find , All , either stir'd in body or in mind . The instruments prepar'd , to work they fall , Ambiguous oaths ( Treasons Originall ) They now invent , impose ; First men are made To sweare amisse , and then they do perswade , Those oaths bind them to do what these intend , Stretching poor soules to bring about their end . Now jealousies and feares , which first arose From the polluted Consciences of those That were the first contrivers ; these divide The limbs from th'Head , nay from themselves beside One won't confide in t'other ; this , although It rose from nothing , to a world did grow . Nor did it lose by th' way ; like Balls of snow , It bigger still , as it did go , did grow . Both separate themselves , and each intends Distance , a great advantage to their ends : Those , that had active bin on either side , Are mutually accus'd , sent for , denyed : This makes both stick to what they had begun , And each his course more eagerly did run . First they fall to 't by pen , which did incense Both parties with a greater vehemence ; From hence names of disgrace at first arose , And each to other made more odious : And the amazed people did invite To lay aside their tedious peace , and fight . They plainly saw the warr , before they could Discern the Cause on 't ; and they might behold Th' effects , though not the quarrell ; they well knew That they must feel the warr , and end it too . Warr , like a Serpent , at the first , appear'd Without a sting , that it might not be fear'd ; But having got in 's head , begins to be The sole Monopolist of Monarchie . Thus by degrees we ran from peace ; to go Downward , was easie ; but b'ing once below , To re-ascend that glorious hill , where blisse Sits thron'd with Peace , oh what a labour tis . Our floating eyes , in seas of teares , may see The heav'n we 're faln from ; but our miserie Does more increase , to Tantalize to th' brink , In happinesse , when yet we cannot drink . Now we must fight for peace , whose worth by most Was not discern'd , till utterly 't was lost . None know the good of peace , but such as are Broil'd in the furnace of intestine warre . CHAP. VIII . NOw having us'd the effeminate warr of words , Which did enlarge the jarrs , at length the swords Apparelling themselves in robes of blood , Sate Doctors of the Chaire , which never stood To heare the Cause , but quickly does decide All that comes near , and without skill divide All individuums . 'T is a fearfull Case , When undiscerning swords have Umpires place : That have two-edg'd to wound , but have no eye To sever Justice from iniquity . When rage and Ignorance shall moderate , That understand no Syllogisms , but straight Turning all method into curst confusion , Majors to Minors , bring both to Conclusion . And now the great Reformists only care Is how to help those miseries which were Of their own rearing Faction , like a Snake , Stings those , from whom it did a quick'ning take . First , all the Kingdome to a need they draw : Then make that need , they 've brought , their only Law This Mint of Lawes stands not on observation Of Statutes fixt ( the Birth-right of our Nation ) It 's turn'd a warlike Councell , and no more A legall Senate , as it was before . Now S●lus Populi begins to be The generall Warrant to all villanie , Of which themselves are Judges ; lawlesse need ( The conqu'ring Rebell to all Lawes ) does plead A priviledge , what e're they say or do , New need still make them act contrary too . When any injur'd Subjects did complain , These two Lawes paramount could all maintain . Religion too , and fundamentall Lawes Are both o're-ruled by a Law , call'd Cause . CHAP. IX . OUr quarrell is a working jealousie Fixt in a sever'd Kingdome , both sides be So diffident of each , they 'l rather die , Then trust each other : such Antipathie Springs from this ground ; Subjects dare spill the blood Of their anointed Soveraign , for his good . Th' ungratefull Son , forgetting natures Lawes , Dares kill his Father for the good of 's Cause . Fathers their sonnes ; and Brothers , Kinsmen , Friends Do seek their Brothers , Friends , and Kinsmens ends . Armes , that long uselesse lay for want of warr , Are now call'd forth , more summoned from farr . English to English are become a terrour ; One wicked action is a seconds mirrour . Each strives in mischief to transcend another , And every Christian is a Turk to 's Brother . Blowes seldome fall upon a barren ground , But beare centuple crops , they still rebound . Rage begets rage , men do in vice climb higher , And all bring fuell to increase the fire . Conscience rejected , men their forces bend , Which shall the rest in height of sin transcend . Now faith and loyalty grow out of date , And Treason is the Gole that 's aimed at . The sacred league 'twixt body and the soule , Which Lawes preserv'd inviolate , and whole , Is daily broke , and that sweet Bridegroom forc'd From his beloved Spouse to be divorc'd . Each man is drunk with Gallus , and growes mad ; Nor can there Hellebore enough be had , To re-instate our reason in its throne ; Nor have we sense enough to feel we 've none . Th' Age was so vile ; the Iron Age of old Compar'd with ours , may be an Age of Gold . We in the times of peace , like th' Ocean , were Impenetrable , till Divisions tare Us from our selves , and did divide us quite , As the Red Sea was by the Israelite . And we , like walls , facing each other , stand To guard our foes , while they devoure our Land . We are like those that vainly go to Law , And spend their Corn , while they defend the straw ; We sue for Titles , Castles in the aire , Egg'd on on both sides by the Martiall Lawyer , Who saies , the Cause is good : but what 's the fruit ? We spend the substance to maintain the Suit. At last , we purchase at so deare a rate , A larger title of an empty State . But oh ! the generall Law-Case of our Nation , Doth know no Terme , nor yet our woes Vacation . CHAP. X. NAy we can't soon enough our selves undo , But we call others in to help us too . They bring their pocky Whores , and do desire To drive us from our Land by sword and fire . These serve as Umpires , not to worke our peace , But that their wealth may with our Wars increase : For Forraigne aids , and Contributions are Not to conclude , but to prolong the Warre , All for their own advantage ; not t' expire , But ( fuell-like ) t' increase the fatall fire . We ( like the steele and flint ) do fall by th' ears , And each by mutuall blowes his fellow wears : Mean while the Souldier ( like a wily Fox ) Purses the golden sparkles , which our knocks Strike forth : so we must all expect no lesse Then certain ruine , or a sudden peace . These Journey-Souldiers will expect a pay , Nor can fair promises their stomacks stay : Plunder but blowes the flame ; they will so farre Ingage themselves in our unnat'rall Warre , That when they end it , it shall be so well , They 'l take the fish , and give both sides a shell . They ( Phoenix-like ) will from our ashes rise , And 't is our ruine only satisfies Their bloudy minds ; and we may justly feare , They will have all , not be content to share . CHAP. XI . HOw direfull are th' effects of Civill Warre ! No Countries , Cities , Corporations are , Nor Families , but their division 's so , That their own selves will their own selves undo . One 's for the King , and t'other for the States , And the poor Souldiers , like the Andabates , Fight blind-fold , shoot , are shot , are wounded , die , Only because they do , not knowing why . Yet those whom rage had hurri'd on to stay Each other in the Exodus o' th' day , Breath with their soules their anger out , and lie Kissing , or hug each other when they die : And though in life they had such enmitie , Meet in one death , and there they both agree . Two Armies now against themselves do fight , For th' publike good , so equall both in might , That betwten both the Kingdom 's like to faile , And both to fall , but neither to prevaile : Yet both in disagreeing do consent , To be the Realms continuall punishment . While some , like Camells , take delight to swill Their souls i th' troubled waters of our ill , That are on foot o th' Kingdome , and do rise When that does fall , and on our miseries Do float , like Arks , the more the waves aspire , The more they dance , and are exalted higher . That ( Leech-like ) live by blood , but let such know , Though they live merry at the Kingdomes woe , 'T is a sad Obit , when their Obsequies Are tun'd with Widdowes , and with Orphans cries . Woe be to those , that did so far ingage This wretched Kingdome in this deadly rage ! That both sides being twins of Church and State , Should slay each other in their fatall hate . This mountain sin will clog their guilty souls , Whose pois'nous breath hath kindled all these coales ; And when their souls do from their bodies flie , If they have buriall , ( which they so defie , And 't is more fit their carkas meat should be To Beasts , whom they transcend in crueltie ) Posterity upon their tombs shall write , Better these men had never seen the light : 'T is just that all Achitophels of State , That have his policie , should have his Fate . CHAP. XII . THe Sun four times , and more , his course hath run , Since we began to strive to be undone ; Since millions , heap'd on millions , do concur T' increase the sinewes of this too strong War : The glutted ground hath been parboild in bloud Of equall slaughters , victory hath stood Indifferent Arbiter to either side , As if that heav'n by that had signifi'd , Both were in fault , and did deserve to be Both overthrowne ; not crown'd with victory . While Saw-pit Warriours blind the peoples eyes , On both sides with mock-victories , and lies ; And tell us of great Conquests , but they be Totall defeats giv'n by Synechdoche : VVhen one side is the Master of the field , T'other striv'd to recruit , but not to yeeld ; And which soever won , was sure to lose , The Conquests being the Conq'rors overthrowes : Skirmishes every day , where Souldiers get Salmatian spoiles , with neither blood nor sweat : To overcome by turnes both sides agree , Horses are taken , but the men go free . Towns have been lost and won , and lost and won , VVhole Counties plunder'd , thousands been undone , All to no purpose : warres still keep their course , And we instead of better , grow far worse : VVar does the nature o' th' Abeston hold , VVhich being once made hot , growes never cold . VVe have a Lease of lives on 't , our heires be Intitled to our plagues , as well as we , By lineall succession . Peace is quite Ejected from possession of her right ; Passion 's like heavy bodies ; down a hill Once set in motion , doe run downward still : The Quarrell 's still inflam'd , Jealousies And Fears increase , Malice doth higher rise : VVant comes upon us arm'd : Humanity Dissolves to savagenesse ; Friendship doth lie Trod underfoot ; neither can Natures force , Or consanguinity , beget remorse , Or un-inrage mens fury ; now the Sword Is Lord Chief Justice , and will not afford Law the copartnership ; for none must be Primate or Metropolitan , but he . Lawes are but ligaments of peace , which are Broken ( like threads ) by all in time of VVarre . CHAP. XIII . PLundring , that first was licenc'd by that Cause , That turnes ev'n lawlessenesse it selfe to Lawes , Spurr'd on by need , and sweetned by the gaine , Growes Epidemicall , and spreads amaine . It slights the difference of friends and foes , And like an uncurb'd Torrent , over flowes . That which before was Fellonie , 's the same Only new christen'd with a German name . This violent killing men , which was ere while , Condemn'd for murther , now they valour stile . Opposing of a Parliament , they bring Now to be due Allegeance to the King . And who the Kings Prerogative do hate , Are now call'd faithfull Servants to the State . The King ( a syllable that us'd to be Sacred ; a name that wore Divinitie ) Is banded on the tongue of ev'ry slave , And most by those to whom he quickning gave . The Coblers Crow hath now forgot to sing His {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} , but cries , kill the King . He , on whose health , wealth , safety do depend Our health , wealth , safety , and with whose they end : He , whom the everlasting Potter chose A Vessell for himselfe , is by his foes Scandall'd , despis'd : those Phaetons of Pride , Would pull him down , that they might up and ride . Our wealth , the excrement of all our toile , For which , in daies of peace , we did so moile , And care to rake together , ●s quickly gone , Like a scrap't portion on a scatt'ring sonne . Gold , which we made our God , and did adore , Is but a cause to make our Plagues the more ; The worldlings Mammon , which ( he did suppose ) Made him nor love his friends , nor feare his foes , Is now his snare ; nay 't is become a sin , Now to have wealth , which heretofore hath been Our only vertue . We call those good men , That swell'd with goods , not goodnesse ; now 't is grown Our only innocence , if we have none . The idle Souldier doth devoure the store That painfull men have labour'd for before ; Unstock the grounds , and clean deface the fields ; Th'untutor'd ground scarce any harvest yeelds . The grasse for want of Cattell , dries away , And without labour turnes it selfe to hey : Corn while it growes , is eat or trodden downe ; Of if it happen to be reap't or mowne , Right owners do but toile the more about it , To bring 't to them , themselves must go without it : They work , fare , lie hard , all to maintain Knaves , So that at best , they are but Troopers slaves ; And now in them is Adams curse made good , They with much labour get a little food . Some men will toile no more to till the ground , Because no profit of it does redound Unto themselves , or ( which is worse ) for want Of Horse or Hinds , those that would do it can't . CHAP. XIIII . ALL which do usher in a famine , that Comes seldome unattended ; Graves grow fat , When Captaine Lack comes with his hungry Troop Of fell diseases , and takes people up To victuall death a Garrison ; then all That 'scape the Sword , must by the Famine fall . We , to our griefe , shall find that Axiome true , Who die without the sword , die by it it too . Need will create new foes , for hunger growes A warrant to all villany , and knowes No Property nor Right ; wrongs legall be By that authentick Law , Necessitie . Spurr'd on by this , no man will passe or care , So he may have 't , from whom , how , when , or where . Commanders make a mizmaze of the Warre , And all their battells subtle motions are . If one remove his men , the other will Move after him , and so they follow still ; But yet they have a Precept , that confines Each in the compasse of their mutuall Lines , And not molest each other ; they agree To share our goods , and set each other free , By mutuall change . Thus that great Idoll Cause , To whom they 've sacrific'd the mangled Lawes Of God and Man , is but a cunning paint , To make a Devill seem a heav'nly Saint . While we like Turkish slaves , are bought and sold , Imprison'd and releas'd , and all for Gold , From one to t'other : Now we need not feare Algier abroad , we have too many here ; And what ere they pretend their quarrells are , They only fight which shall have greatest share In our estates , by rapine , and by stealth ; And thus they mean they fight forth'Commonwealth . This lacks a house , and that desires a field , And new injoyments new desires do yeeld ; The Victors know nor modesty , nor measure Of their desires , but their gain , pompe , and pleasure : No moderation bridles or keeps in The head-strong force of a prevailing sin . And the Commanders too , that ought to be The Remora's to th' Souldiers crueltie , Somtimes transcend the rest in vice , as farre As they b' Authority above them are . Beggars on horse-back , that no art can do , Whereby we may them from inferiours know , But by their injuries , and those do stand As a sure Argument of their Command . Nor fight they as our Ancestors did fight , By force , to get our Law-denied right ; But cauponate the Warre ; they sell and buy A Town , a Castle , or a Victory . What ere an Enemy shall do or say , Is all for given , if he will but pay , These Garrisons are Sanctuaries still , To shelter those , that do , and maintain ill . They 're Purgatories too ; we go about To bring in Popery , while we drive it out . CHAP. XV . ANd yet these Souldiers go t' undo us quite , And steale our reason , as they have our right : Both say they fight for our Religion , And Laws , which all our safety stands upon ; Yet they 'ld bewitch us so , we should not see , That by this warr both violated be , Unlesse we take prophanenesse for the true Religion , and injury for due . If prisonment be liberty , and peace Be made by open warres : if truth increase By new broach't heresies ; then Churches are Maintain'd by blood , and Kingdomes rul'd by warre , If in those two a Gordian knot were knit , 'T is fit that wisdome then should open it , And not the sword . Warr is the Common nurse Of Barbarisme ; Souldiers add curse to curse : Those rude Profeffors o' th' reforming Trade , How unfit instruments will they be made To rectifie the Church , that hardly name God , but in Oaths , when wine or wrath in flame Themselves above themselves : or if there are Men of more conscience , then the rest , or care , 'T is but to gloze their Actions ; we all see Their courses are full of impietie . How can we exercise Religion now , When want of Lawes doth liberty allow To all prophanenesse ? Such lewd men as they Have made the Warr a Common Holiday To all licentiousnesse . We hardly can Serve God aright ( so vile is every man ; ) Nor live uprightly in such times as these , Being so wicked in the daies of peace . Is this Religion , when each Souldier dares Become a Bishop , to correct our Prayers , And new-coine all our orders ? each retaines A publique Synod in his factious braines . Temples which pious Fathers have erected For Divine VVorships , how are they rejected ? Made stalls for horse and men ( more beasts then they ) Where God did feed his flock , horse feed on hey . Garments to Churches giv'n by Saints , t' adorne The Sheep , by sacrilegious Wolves are worne : And harmlesse Railes , which stood in the defence O' th' Table , from irrev'rent violence , They have thrown down ; as if they would allow No railing , but such as from Pulpets flow . VVho e're but sees these acts , must needs allow Gods House was n'ere more den of thieves , then now . Such bad effects , or more pernicious farr , VVe must expect , when an eternall VVarr Cures a divided Church ; the victorie VVill prove more pestilent then the War can be . CHAP. XVI . OLd Lawes cannot be us'd , or new ones made , VVhen generall lawlessenesse doth all invade , Custome and Liberty have made mens mind Uncapable of curbs ; that should we find , Lawes re-establish'd with a pow'r to sway ; Men are more prone to suffer , then t' obey . The eylesse Sword 's unable to decide , But with it's two-edg'd skill it doth divide The Client , not the Cause ; Our Liberties Which they pretend to save , before our eyes Are still infring'd ; they ev'ry day divorce Us from our livings , by that law call'd Force . Nor have we Judges , to appeal for right , Nor law to live by , but a greater Might : That should we by such courses purchase peace , 'T would be dear bought at such high rates as these . Nor would I thank their bounty , that present Food , when my body is by famine spent : And all these woes ( the more t' augment our Curse ) Are but sad Prologues to an Act that 's worse . Yet though our woes be great , and still increase , We 're not desirous , nor prepar'd for peace ; But so bewitched with their fawning knavery , We bind our selves to an eternall slavery : For if that any peacefull Treaties are , Those mannage them that have begun the war ; And how unlikely is 't , it should succeed , When Malefactors judge , and Traytors plead . CHAP. XVII . THe loyall Subjects mourn , and grieve to see The Realm destroy it selfe by policie , To prevent ruine ; and will be as far From blowing , as from kindling this our war ; Not out of cowardise , or fear to die , But they desire to have a reason why This Realm is not better preserv'd by peace , Then by such ruine-bringing wars , as these : They see no cause so great , why 't was begun , As now they doe , why it should soon be done . They love the King in earnest , and believe , His presence doth a perfect essence give To Parliaments ; which though they don't adore , They duly honour , and do wish for more , Though not for such : and they think them to be , If right , the Kingdomes sole felicity . They think them not omnipotent , but be Men , Subjects , prone to err , as well as we . They love Religion , and don't hold it fit , To have it alter'd by each Cockscombs wit . They would not have it puppeted with showes , Nor rudely stript start naked of its Cloths ; As if there were no better way to cure A Lethargy , but with a Calenture . The Surplice , which so much is rail'd upon , And term'd by some the Whore of Babilon ; Wise men will not believe 't is so ; or wer 't , Whores smocks will serve to make a Rogue a shirt . Or if whores do weare smocks , we do not know , Why honest people should not weare some too . It is not zeale of those that rob us of it , But 'cause 't was whorish , therefore they do love it . Oft Preaching is not counted an offence , Least Treason and Sedition flow from thence : For it is known ; they that do Faction teach , May ( what d'ee call 't ) but neither pray nor preach . Good Preachers are as contrary to these , As is our Zenith to th' Antipodes . Those like not peace , that go about to draw The Gospell from agreement with the Law . And would have so much difference betwixt These two , as 'tween their Doctrine and their Text . 'T is our desire to make them friends againe , That so the Gospell may the Law maintaine . They are ( though two ) one Word , and should agree , As their two Authors , in one unitie . We hate Court-lazy-Clergy , and withall The new State-Levites , too pragmaticall . We pray for peace , the Physick of our Nation , Not sprung from Warr , but from Accomodation . CHAP. XVIII . WHy then ? you tott'ring Bases of our Land , Who at this wave-tost Kingdomes Sterne doe stand , Why did you first begin ? why do you still With all your force strive to prolong our ill ? Can't all our sad Petitions ? can our charmes Of people , groaning under the Alarmes of bloodie broiles , nor slaughter'd Subjects cries , Move you to end our endlesse miseries ? Sheath up your Swords , and let your quarrells cease , Or drown themselves in a desired peace . The King and State are individuall , And both must needs decay , if one do fall . They 're like the twins of old Hypocrates , Both live together , both together cease . And what a glorious triumph 't is to see Both Prince and People kisse in Unitie ! Our God is all-sufficient , and as far In peace he 's to be trusted , as in war ; He can as well wisdome bestow , and skill , To treat , as pow'r to fight ; and as he will , Both have successe . 'T is man-like to contest By disputation ; force is for a Beast : Those that do save a State from perishing , Do truly love the Kingdome and the King . And as much honour will to those accrue , That save a Kingdome , as that gaine a new . You that are call'd divine ; nay Gods , why then Do you degenerate to worse then men ? And have no share of what should in you be , The chief of Attributes , just Clemency ? Is 't not as great a glory , to forget An injury , as take revenge for it ? The injur'd Subject would be glad to heare That mutuall love might triumph over feare . What if we have been injur'd heretofore ? Must we , to help us , make our wrongs the more ? If we were wet before , shall we desire No remedy , but a consuming fire ? And can there be no temperate Region knowne , Betwixt the Frigid , and the Torrid-Zone ? War is a pleasant Theme to those that do Not what it is , nor what it bringeth , know . But they will get as much that first began These broiles , as he that ploughs the Ocean ; Nothing but stormy Billowes . War 's a Play , Which both the Stage and Actors will destroy . 'T is like an Estridge , hot , and can digest Men that are valiant , men of Iron brest . VVould you 've Religion ? 't is no godly course To write upon mens consciences by force . Faith is destroy'd , and Love that cemented The Head and Members , now from both is fled . VVhere 's then our hope ? God did not hold it good , That hands which had bathed themselves in blood , ( Though in a lawfull war ) should ever build A Temple to his name : mens braines are fill'd With Faction so ; that all who lent a hand To uncreate Religion , which did stand Established by Law ; now each is left To his own fancy , how he please to hav 't . Now here will be no Church , each pate will be A Crosse to Christ , a second Calvarie . Nor can the earth bring any fruit that 's good , When it is dung'd with its own Childrens blood . But how melodiously the accents sound Of Peace , when full-chapt plenty does rebound , And answer like an Eccho ! Peace is the Nurse of Truth , the strength of Lawes ; Law , Truth , and Peace , are all Synonoma's . This is the good mans darling , from this springs The wealth of Subjects , and the grace of Kings . CHAP XIX . BUt an unbias'd reason may suppose Which side , by th' Sword , does prove victorious ; Will so insult o're his inslaved foe , That whatsoever does but make a show Of leaning to 't , though in it selfe most good , Will without Law or Reason be withstood . Which side soe're doth rise by to'thers fall , Will still remain too great , and that too small : And such a victory it selfe will be A greater war , a longer miserie . For should the King prevail , 't is to be fear'd , We justly are from Parliaments cashier'd : And without those what can we look for , lesse Then an untrue , or else a slavish peace ? So while we pole away his naturall power , He 's periwig'd with greater , then before . 'T is the best conquest , when the Prince is Lord Of 's peoples hearts , by love , not by the Sword . For what 's the King with a full pow'r to sway , When there are left no Subjects to obey ? And if the war to th' States a conquest brings , Have at Prerogatives , and pow'r of Kings . For when the Realm is in confusion run , ( As it must be , when ere the war is done , ) The people , being victors , we shall find , As various in desires , as they 're in mind : They 'l be controlling still , and still aspire To limit Legall Pow'r , not their desire : And when their Votes are granted , are as far From b'ing contented with 't , as now they are . Both King and Magistrate must look to raign No longer then they do their wills maintain : And that Great Councell ( if they did intend ) Can't bring the stubborn people so to bend T' authority , that any King shall sway By fixed Lawes , they loyally obey ; No more then Pilots on the stormy seas , Can guide their cap'ring vessells , where they please . So we ( like fooles ) while we do Scylla shun , Do headlongly into Charybdis run . For if we can't indure t' obey one King , What shall we do if we a thousand bring ? CHAP. XX . HOw sad our Case is now ! how full of woe ! We may lament , but cannot speak , or know : Our God , in whom our peace , our plenty lay , In whom we liv'd , on whom we fixt our stay . Who being pleas'd , our foes became our friends , ( All their designes conducing to his ends ) Is highly now incenc'd , and will no more Own us for 's people , as he did before ; But hath deliver'd us to th' hands of those That are our Gods , our Kings , our Kingdomes foes . And we 're involved in so many evills , That men turn Souldiers , and the Souldiers devills : 'T is he that all this variance did bring , The King 'gainst us , and we against the King . A King , so good , so gracious , so divine , That ( if 't were possible ) he doth out-shine The glory of his Ancestors , yet he Is bundled up in our Calamitie . Better ten thousands of his Subjects fall , Then he whose life 's th' Enchiridion of all . Our Councell's thwarting , and our Clergy heady , Gentry divided , Commonalty unsteady ; That alwaies to the rising party run , Like shadowes , Ecchoes to the shining Sun . Religion rent with Shismes , a broken State , Our government confus'd , and those , that hate The Realm , still undermining , those that brought A civill war , which all our ill hath wrought . The King in danger ; and the Kingdome roul'd Into inevitable ruine , sold Unto her foes . Commerce and trade , the sinews of a State , The bane of poverty , growes out of date ; Learning 's neglected ; and the Heptarchy Of liberall Arts , all unregarded lie . Our wealth decaies , yet Souldiers still increase , The more we fight , the farther off from peace ; United Kingdomes jarring , and our foes , Laugh at , and labour to increase our woes : A generall jealousie , intestine hate , 'Twixt severall Membess of one wretched State . Both pretend Peace and Truth , yet both oppose ; Which , till both do agree on 't , no man knowes . Truth is the Child of peace ; the golden mean 'Twixt two extremes , which both sides part from clean . The poor , that beg'd relief from door to door , Are like to pine ; each rich man to be poor , And many Christians are expos'd ( we see ) Unto the more then barb'rous Crueltie Of the remorselesse Souldiers , who run on , Like torrents , uncontrolled , and are grown Quite prodigall o' th' guiltlesse blood they draw , Emboldned by the silence of the Law . Streets ring with swearing , one oath brings another , As if one were the Eccho unto t'other . Nor age , nor sex , nor quality they spare , They 're not allur'd by love , nor aw'd by feare . The Carolists , and the Rotunditie Both must be blended in one miserie . They rack , hang , torture men on either side , To make them tell where they their gold do hide . And lovely Ladies cries do fill the aire , While they are drag'd about the house , by th' haire . Some ravish't , others rob'd of their attire , Whose naked beauty ' flames their ba●e desire ; And when they have deflour'd those spotlesse soules , They butcher them : Whole Townes calcin'd to coles : Children that from their mothers first came hither , Are with their mothers by them nail'd together . From wounded hearts a bloudy ocean springs , The King bleeds in our wounds , we in the Kings . Slain bodies naked lie , and scarce can have A Christian Buriall , Kings scarce a grave . Nor have we Zoars to fly to , from ill , But must stay in this Sodome , come what will ; Where we in floating blood surrounded lie , Like Islands in a sea of miserie : Nor have we either Bulwarkes , Forts , or Armes , To stand betwixt our sences and our harmes , But our bare skulls ; no Trumpets , but our cries , And those can't help , though ease our miseries . Complaint 's an easement to a burden'd soule , That vents by retaile , what we feel in whole ; So on th' Hydraula's of our dropsi'd eyes , We ( Swan-like ) sing at our own Obsequies . We powre out tears , and having spent our store , We weep againe , 'cause we can weep no more : Yet all in vain , our griefs do still extend , And know no measure , nor our sorrowes end . Nay , which is more , those that should help all this , Labour to make 't more wofull then it is . Peace we may labour for , but nere shall see , Till men from pride and avarice be free . Which since we so desire , and cannot find , Let 's make a ladder of our peace of mind , By which wee 'l skale that Throne , where peace doth dwell , Roab'd with such joys , which none can think nor tell ; Which neither vice can break , nor time decay ; Nor Schisme , nor Treason ever take away . O det Deus his quoque finem . Postscript . To his judicious Friend , Mr. J. H. FRIEND , I Have anvil'd out this Iron Age , Which I commit , not to your patronage , But skill and Art ; for , till ' ● be fyl'd by you , 'T will seem ill-shap't in a judicious view : But , having past your test , it shall not feare The bolt of Criticks , ●or their venom'd speare . Nay ( if you think i● so ) I shall be bold To say , 't is not an Age of Ir'n , but Gold . A. C. Eidem . HIc Liber est mundus , homines sunt ( Hoskine ) Versus ; Invenies paucos hîc , ut in orbe , bonos . Owen . Ep. To my Lord Lievtenant of Ireland . HOw much you may oblige , how much delight The wise and noble , would you die to night ; Would you like some grave sullen Nictor die , Just when the Triumphs for the Victorie Are setting out ; would you die now t' eschew Our Wreaths , for what your wisdome did subdue : And though they 're bravely fitted for your head , Bravely disdain to weare them till you are dead ? Such Cynick glory would out-shine the light Of Grecian greatnesse , or of Roman height . Not that the wise and noble can desire To lose the object they so much admire : But Heroes and Saints must shift away Their flesh , ere they can get a Holy-day : Then like to Time , or Books feign'd Registers , Victors , or Saints , renown'd in Calenders , You must depart , to make your value knowne ; You may be lik't , but not ador'd till gone . So curst a Fate hath humane excellence , That absence still must raise it to our sence : Great vertue may be dang'rous ; whilst 't is here , It wins to love , but it subdues to feare : The mighty Iulius , who so long did strive At more then man , was hated whilst alive : Even for that vertue which was rais'd so high , When dead , it made him straight a Deity . Ambassadors , that carry in their breast Secrets of Kings and Kingdomes Interest , Have not their calling full preheminence , Till they grow greater by removing hence : Like Subjects , here they but attend the Crowne , Yet swell like Kings Companions when they 're gone : My Lord , in a dull calme the Pilot growes To no esteem for what he acts or knowes , But sits neglected , as he uselesse were , Or con'd his Card , like a young Passenger : But when the silent winds recover breath , When stormes grow loud , enough to waken death , Then were he absent , every Traffiquer Would with rich wishes buy his being there . So in a Kingdome calme you leave no rate , But rise to value in a storme of State . Yet I recant ; I beg you would forgive , That in such times I must perswade you live : For with a storm we all are over-cast , And Northerne stormes are dangerous when they last . Should you now die , that only know to steere , The winds would lesse afflict us then our feare : For each small States-man then would lay his hand Upon the Helm , and struggle for Command , Till the disorders that above do grow , Provoke our curses , whilst we sink below . A SATYRE AGAINST Separatists . I 'Ve been Sir , where so many Puritans dwell , That there are only more of them in Hell : Where silenc'd Ministers enough were met To make a Synod ; and may make one yet . Their blessed liberty they 've found at last , And talk'd for all those years of silence past . Like some half-pin'd , and hunger-starved men , Who when they next get victualls , surfet then . Each Countrey of the world sent us back some , Like severall winds , which from all quarters come , To make a storme : As 't haps , 't is Sunday too , And their chief Rabbies preach . To Church I go , VVhere , that we men more patiently may heare Non-sense , to God at first he speaks it there . He whines now , whispers straight , and next does roare , Now drawes his long words , and now leaps them o're . Such various voices I admir'd , and said , Sure all the Congregation in him praid . 'T was the most tedious Soule , the dullest he , That ever came to Doctrines twenty three , And nineteen Uses . How he drawes his Hum , And quarters Haw , talks Poppy and Opium ! No fever a mans eyes could open keep ; All Argus body hee 'd have preach'd asleep In half an houre . The Wauld , O Lawd , he cries Lukewarmnesse : And this melts the Womens eyes . They sob aloud , and straight aloud I snore , Till a kind Psalm tells me the dangers o're . Flesh'd here with this escape , boldly to th'Hall I venture , where I meet the Brethren all . First there to the grave Clergie I am led , By whatsoever title distinguished , Whether most reverend Batchellors they bee Of Art , or reverend Sophs , or no Degree . Next stand the wall-eyed Sisters all a row , Nay their scald-headed children they come too : And mingled amongst these stood gaping there , Those few Lay-men that not o' th' Clergy were . Now they discourse ; some stories here relate Of bloodie Popish Plots against the State : VVhich by the Spirit , and providence , no doubt , The men that made have found most strangely out . Some blame the King , others more moderate , say , Hee 's a good man himself , but led away : The women rip old wounds , and with small teares Recount the losse of the three Worthies Eares . Away you fooles , 't was for the good o' th men ; They nere were perfect Round-heads untill then . But against Bishops they all raile ; and I Said boldly , I 'de defend the Hierarchy : To th'Hierarchy they meant no harm at all , But root , and branch for Bishops ; to 't we fall ; I like , a foole , with reason , and those men VVith wrested Scripture : a slie Deacon then Thrust in his Eares , so speakes th' Apostle too : How speakes hee friend ? not i' th' nose like you . Strait a She-zealot raging to me came , And said , o' th what d' you call it party I am ; Bishops are limbs of Antichrist , she cries : Repent , repent , good woman , and be wise , The Devill will have you else , that I can tell , Believ 't , and poach th' eggs o' those eyes in hell . An hidious storm was ready to begin , When by most blessed Fate the meat came in , But then so long , so long a Grace is sed , That a good Christian when he goes to bed , Would be contented with a shorter prayer : Oh how the Saints injoy'd the creatures there ! Three Pasties in the minute of an houre , Large , and well wrought , they root and branch devour , As glibly as they 'd swallow down Church-Land ; In vain the lesser Pies hope to withstand . On Geece and Capons , with what zeale they fed ? And wond'ring cry , A goodly bird indeed ! Their spirits thus warm'd , all the jests from them came , Upon the names of Laud , Duck , Wren and Lamb , Canons and Bishops Sees ; And one most wise , I like this innocent mirth at dinner , cries , Which now by one is done ; and Grace by two ; The Bells ring , and again to Church we go . Four Psalms are sung , ( wise times no doubt they be , When Hopkins justles out the Liturgie ) Psalms , which if David from his seat or blisse Doth heare , he little thinks they 're meant for his . And now the Christian Bajazet begins ; The suffering Pulpit groans for Israels sins : Sins , which in number many though they be , And crying ones , are yet lesse lond then he : His stretch'd-out voice sedition spreads afar , Nor does he onely teach , but act a war : He sweats against the State , Church , learning , sence , And resolves to gain Hell by violence . Down , down ev'n to the ground must all things go , There was some hope the Pulpit would down too . Work on , work on good zeale , but still I say , Law forbids threshing thus o' th' Sabbath day . An hour lasts this two handed prayer , and yet Not a kind sillable from him can Heaven get , Till to the Parliament he comes at last ; Just at that blessed word his furie 's past : And here he thanks God in a loving tone , But Laud ; and then he mounts : All 's not yet done : No , would it were , think I , but much I feare That all will not be done this two houres here : For now he comes to , As you shall find it writ , Repeats his Text , and takes his leave of it ; And straight to his Sermon , in such furious-wise , As made it what they call 't , an Exercise . The Pulpit 's his hot Bath : the Brethrens cheere , Rost-beefe , Minc't-py , and Capon reek out here . Oh how he whips about six yeeres ago , When superstitious decency did grow So much in fashion ! How he whets his fist Against the name of Altar , and of Priest ! The very name , in his out-ragious heat , Poore innocent Vox ad placitum how he beat ! Next he cuffs out Set-prayer , even the Lords , It binds the Spirit , he saies , as 't were with cords ; Even with-Whip-cords . Next must authority go , Authority 's a kind of binder too . First , then he intends to breath himself upon Church government ; have at the King anon . The thing 's done straight , in poor six minutes space Titus and Timothy have lost their place ; Nay with th' Apostles too it e'en went hard , All their authority two thumps more had mar'd ; Paul and S. Peter might be sure o' th' doome , Knew but this Lion Dunce they 'd bin at Rome . Now to the State he comes , talk an alar'm , And at th' malignant party flings his arme ; Defies the King , and thinks his Pulpit full As safe a place for 't , as the Knight does Hull . What though no Magazine laid in there be , Scarce all their Guns can make more noise then he . Plots , plots he talks of , jealousies , and feares . The politick Saints shake their notorious eares ; Till time , long time ( which doth consume and wast All things ) to an end this Sermon brought at last . What would you have good soules ? a reformation ? Oh by all means ; but how ? o' th newest fashion ; A pretty slight Religion , cheap , and free , I know not how , but you may furnisht be At Ipswich , Amsterdam , or a Kingdom neere , Though to say truth , yon paid for 't there too deare : No matter what it costs , wee 'l reform though ; The Prentices themselves will have it so . They 'le root out Popery whats'ever come , It is decreed ; nor shall thy fate , O Rome , Resist their Vow : They 'le do 't to a haire ; for they , Who if upon Shrove-Tuesday , or May-day , Beat an old Bawd , or fright poor Whores they cou'd , Thought themselves greater then their Founder Lud , Have now vast thoughts , and scorn to set upon Any Whore lesse then her of Babylon . They 'r mounted high , contemne the humble play Of Cat , or Football , on an Holiday In Finesbury Fields : No , 't is their brave intent Wisely t' advise the King , and Parliament : The work in hand they 'le disapprove or back , And cry i' th' Reformation , What d' you lack ? Can they whole Shopbooks write , and yet not know If Bishops have a Right Divine or no ? Or can they sweep their doors , and shops so well , And for to cleanse a State as yet not tell ? No ; study and experience makes them wise , Why shold they else watch late , and early rise : Their wit so flowes , that when they think to take But Sermons notes , they oft new Sermons make : In Cheapside-Crosse they Baal and Dagon see , They know 't is gilt all ore as well as we . Besides , since men did that gay Idoll reare , God has not blest the Herbwives trading there . Go on brave Heroes , and performe the rest , Increase your fame each day a yard at least , Till your high names are grown as glorious full As the four London Prentices at the Bull : So may your goodly Eares still prickant grow , And no bold haire increase to marre the show ; So may your Morefields Pastimes never faile , And all the Townes about keep mighty Ale ; Ale your own spirits to raise , and Cakes t' appease The hungry coinesse of your Mistresses : So may rare Pageants grace the Lord-Mayors show , And none find out that those are Idolls too . So may you come to sleep in Fur at last , And some Smectymnuan , when your daies are past , Your funerall Sermon of six houres rehearse , And Heywood sing your acts in lofty verse . But stay ; who have we next ? mark and give roome , The women with a long Petition come ; Mans understanding is not halfe so great , Th' Apple of knowledge 't was they first did eat . First then Pluralities must be ta'ne away ; Men may learn thence to keep two wives , they say ; Next Schollership and Learning must go down ; Oh fie ! your sex so cruell to the Gown ? You don't the kindnesse of some Schollers know ; The Cambridge women will not have it so . Learning 's the Lamp o' th' Land , that shines so bright , Are you s'immodest to put out the light ? This is a Conventicle trick . What 's next ? Oh with the Churches solemne formes thei 'r vext , The sign o' th Crosse the forehead must not beare , 'T was only you were born to plant signes there . No Font to wash native concupiscence in , You like that itch still of originall sin . No solemne Rights of Buriall must be shown , Pox take you , hang your selves , and you shall ha' none . No Organ ; Idolls to the eare they be : No Anthemes ; why ? nay ask not them , nor me : Ther 's new Church Musique found instead of those , The womens sighs tun'd to the Teachers nose . No Surplices ; no ? why none , I crave ? They 're of rags Rome , I think : what would you have ? Lastly they 'd preach too ; let them , for no doubt , A finer preaching age they 'l nere find out : They 've got the spirit , fiery tongues they 've , that 's true ; And by their talk those should be double too . OH times ! oh manners ! when the Church is made A prey , nay worse , a scorn , to ev'ry Cade And ev'ry Tyler : when the popular rage ( The ages greatest curse ) reformes the age ; When reason is for Popery snppress'd , And Learning connted Jesuitism at least ; When without books Divines must studious be , And without meat keep hospitality ; When men 'gainst ancient Fathers rev'rend daies That many-headed beast Smectymnuus raise , That Hidra which would grow still , and encrease But that at first it met an Hercules ; When the base rout , the Kingdoms dirt , and sink ; To cleanse the Church , and purge the fountaines think , They who whilst living waters they might take , Drink Belgian ditches , and the Lemnian lake ; When th' Liturgy , which now so long hath stood Seal'd by five reverend Bishops sacred blood , Is left for nonsence , and but pottage thought ; Pottage from Heav'n , like that to Daniel brought , Their broaths have such weeds mixt , and are so hot , The Prophets sons cry out , Death 's in the pot . Oh times , oh manners ! but me thinks I stay Too long with them ; and so much for to day : Hereafter more , for since we now begin You 'l find we 've Muses too as well as Pryn. FINIS . A34639 ---- The confinement a poem, with annotations. Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687. 1679 Approx. 102 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 49 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A34639 Wing C6385 ESTC R3156 11951445 ocm 11951445 51437 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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BL●st Liberty , that Patents dost dispers● To make us Denizons , o' th' Universe : The first great Magna Charta of us all , Till Tyranny did Innocence inthrall ▪ ( Not valued till thou' rt gone ) what feet shall I , For to express thy loss , in shackles tye ? Granted alike thou wert , to Man and Beast ; Freedom , to both was equally exprest ; And by them both enjoy'd ; until the first Made in himself , his fellow-creatures curst , And lose that stamp , by which they might have gon As free as Cain , when wandering not one Durst stop , or injure , for the mark was known . Close by the Lyon , you the Lamb might see Lye down , and fairly bear him company . Fearless of an arrest , 〈◊〉 to be made , Were all his pawes , in their full length displaid ▪ And the Dove , jointly with the Eagle spye , Not fearful of his Talons , for to flye . Captives to none , though Subjects unto Man , Who nourisht , but not prey'd upon them then . Till by surprise , to Sin a Pris'ner made , He them enclos'd , on them too yokes he lay'd . Since when , they mutually themselves enchain , And o●t within their jawes , imprison Man. From that time none were truly born as free ; Total was then the dire captivity . The stronger to the weaker fetters gave ; Until the Deluge , did them all enslave , Excepting those , who though they scotfree scap'd The briny Goal , in which the rest were kept , For safety must a years confinement bear , And in the hollow Ark , close Pris'ners were . Since , numberless of holds , not for to save , But to destroy , their Sons invented have . Within each Kingdome , you may muster o're A hundred Goals , for Hospitals a score . Strange proof of Man deprav'd , can be so bold Such Swarms , such numbers , daily to withhold From their grand priviledge the World to view , And give the great Creator , praises due . Who dare forbid them , his grand works to eye ? Which they must doe , if freedome they deny . Without whose friendly aid , each worm might scan With wonder , the Creation , like to Man. And give as just accoun● a● they crawl by ▪ Of the vast 〈◊〉 ▪ ●tupendious Symm●try . W●●n th●● we loos● , we almost c●ase to ●e ! And but by ●aint remembrances , of that We heretofo●e have seen , and wondred at , Can the great end pursue , for which we 're made , To praise our Maker , in his works survey'd . What prospect can the wretch enclos'd e're see Of Natures work , but in effigie ? Not by the hands of Ruben or Vandike , That may an awful admiration stri●e , But some few stroaks , in dark resemblance made , Of Sun , or Moon , by the dim Charcoals shade ; In ●rembling dash●s , by some mou●nful wight , As a remembrance , he had once ●een light . Thick Walls , strong Bars , bound the Horizon there ; Beyond those con●●●es ▪ nothing does appear . The Caitife that 's condemn'd , ●●ch happier is , To descend daily to the deep abyss Of rich Peruvian Mountains , big with Gold ; His cares , some intervals of bliss unfold . He 's not confin'd , unto that dark abode , But purchases his freedome , by each loade . Each ba●ket , to the top when 't is convey'd , With the bless'd sight of heaven , 〈…〉 . Which he may freely view , from the Hills●brow ; A prospect seldome , they 'll to these allow . The banish'd wight , on distant Islands thrown , Has the soft Aether , circling him , not stone . May freely breathe , ( and Sighs i' th' open 〈◊〉 Lose in their passage , half their weight of care . ) He with th●se thoughts , his gloomy breast ●ay cheer ; He 's Natures , not ●he Sheriffs P●isoner . No nois● of 〈…〉 He ha'● 〈…〉 The Slave , that daily tugs it at the oar , Has various prospects , from each Forreign shoar . See's the brisk Dolphins play , the glorious Sun From East to West his courses duly run . Sees him i' th' Morn , rise from his bed of State , And views his purple Couch , when it grows late . And when his eyes cares open keep , the sight Of beautious Cynthia , gives him still delight , And every Star , that makes the Welkin bright : Perse●s , Orion , and the Pleiades ; With all the Heroes , that adorn the Skies . His thoughts ( not fixt like theirs ) may gently move ; And like the wandring Planets , they may rove , With Saturn , Mercury , I●ve , Venus , Mars ; Theirs are like Loadstones , linkt to iron bars ▪ His eyes the large extent of Heaven survey , And the wide Champain , of the milky way . Old tatter'd Walls , con●ine their bounds of sight ; And 't is but by reflection , they have light . The Sun ne'er reach'd their Entrails with his Ray , But all his cost upon their Front does lay . The Dorick Tablature , with Triglyph grac'd , In imitation of his Harp , there plac'd , And grisly Metopa's , of Beasts they slay In Sacrifice to him , entice his stay . The jetting Cornish , with the swelling Freez , And the bold Architrave , each daily sees . These do adorn the Front : but ah , within , No such Embellishments were ever seen . For there , alas , the Order solely is , That of the captiv'd Cariatides . Each Bar , by Tears , canker'd , and rusty grows ; Tears , eat as deep , as Aqua ●ortis does . Sad Sighs , dampt into Dews , make moist the stone , And drop from off the surface in a groan . Blotting out dismal Motto's in their course , Wrote by some Captives in their deep remorse : And far-fetcht Emblems from poor fancies wrought , Of Death , and Poverty , in mournful thought . Dark Hi●roglyphick-scratches thick are twin'd , The Fretworks of a discomposed mind . Eternal Mazes round about do rowl , Perplex'd , and ta●gled , as their Authors Soul. The Glass indeed , escapes without a scar ; Would you know why ? no Diamonds are there . This is the Furniture of these sad Cells , Where Chaos , and Disorder , ever dwells . Nothing by Rule , or Symmetry , is done ; But frequent webs by poor Arachne spun : Which here and there adorn some vacant space , And charitably Canopy the place . Half-shap'd Idea's , with Chimaera's vain , Attended on by all their airy Train , Wildly glide by , like Fairies , in their dance , And 〈◊〉 our Reason force into a Trance . That all who gulp down the enchanted air , Are quite transform'd from what before they were . Each Vertue puts on some sad uncouth dress ; Good Nature curdles into Frowardness . Valour boils up to Rage : Love jealous burns : And Emulation into Envy turns . Sobriety it self scarce keeps its post ; In strife to drown our Cares , 't is often lost . Hopes , often quasht and sunk , side with Despair ; And Faith begins to grow a Stranger there . For Charity , they think there 's no such thing ; To Heav'n , that long ago , 't has taken wing . They 've found the World so hard , and so unkinde , They tak 't but for a Notion of the Minde : And may extend it in a wish , or so ; 'T is all their Purses gives them leave to do . Thus whilst the three chief Graces panting lie , The lesser needs must sicken , if not die . Thoughts from despairing breast ▪ escap'd , and fled , Still taint the gloomy Cells , and horrours spread ; That persons unconcern'd go sad away , And are infected by a mi●●tes stay . Joys , Smiles , & Bliss , such strangers are , they 'd prove Ridiculous as Eunuchs making love . Laughter , the propery of man alone , Is here forgot , as if 't had ne'er been known . The flat and vappid Spirits can't extend The Muscles to so generous an end , 〈…〉 ●nlighten and adorn the face ; But cloudy airs and dismal glances 't has . 〈◊〉 odde a Notion's Mirth , so wilde a Theam , ●Tis not so much as canvas'd in a Dream . Morp●●us the Jaylor , to the outward sense No pleasi●g Visi●ns ever does dispense . Rigid as Mortal Keepers he appears , Attended on by terrours , and by fears : Nightly surrounded with the ragged Train Of naked Poverty , and cold Disdain . Of currish Keepers , o●t the ghastly Scenes , Move to the Chorus of Bolts , Keys , and Chains . Then Serjeants , like to Harpyes , hurrying on The miserable wretch they light upon . Amazing Visions , nightly go their round ; Nought but surprising Phanto'ms tread the ground . Of huge-limb'd ●y●hon , under Aetna cast , The wretches dream , and think thems●lves as fast . Of Sultans younger Sons , and their hard fate , For ever captive to the Rules of State. Of Bellisarius begging , Kings depos'd , And for their Courts , in Iron bars enclos'd . Of Birds caught in the Net : Of Beasts in Toils : And Insects which Arachne makes her spoils . Of Criminals immur'd , and Hermits Cells , And such sad things , as a fix'd Sorrow tells . No Forms , but dark , and gloomy , here await , In solemn march , and melancholy state , The porch to pass , of the Eburnean gate . Thus tired in the day with cares and grief , Night ( that the rest of mortals does relieve ) Leaves them quite unrefresh'd : i' th' morn they rise , Around the place they cast their mournful eyes . Unchear'd by the bright Sun's enlivening ray , And spy no S●enes , but those of yesterday . The same black objects still salute their eye ; Their sorrows give them no variety . With arms across , their Sighs fan o're the place , With constant gales ; 't is all the wind it has . They rest , lie down , arise again , think o're The same sad things that they had thought before . No Beauteous Maid , does here a beam display , To chear the bloud with its enlivening ray . No charming Dart , shot from a lovely eye , Heightens its course into a Rhapsody . Beauty 's a thing unknown ; how should there be Ought of Proportion , where 's no Harmony ? Shut from the better part of Humane kinde , And softer Sex , to th' rougher one confin'd . Does his Soul burn with any noble fire ? A Prison-damp soon makes it to expire . And he 's , like to a Vestal Virgin , shut In darksome Cell , whenas the blaze is out . Marriage great Laws , and the firm sacred Knot , Though not unti'd ( since nought but death can do 't ) Seems by these dreadful shocks made loose , and torn ; And Hymen's Torch does but unkindly burn , Since the lov'd couple cannot here express Their true affections in a chaste car●ss : But each from other parted , must , alone , At bed , and board , their separation moan . His pretty off-spring play not round him here ; Nor with soft smiles his sorrow'd Heart can chear . Like Olive-branches , at his Table set , No longer now , in order'd ranks , they eat : But flinty Walls , instead of these , surround ; And for the fruitful Boughs , the Bars are found . His duller company , those now desert , With whom the tedious hours , he us'd to part . The Brisk , the Gay , the Jovial , and ●he Glad , Mix not society with those are sad . 'T would poison the whole mass , of that days mirth ; And of the morrow's , spoil the coming birth . The Mournful , Querulous , or Malecontent , Are fittest guests to Prisons to be sent . There they may satisfie their itching ear , Learn others grief , and may their own declare . The Widow ▪ and the Orphan here may tell , How they 're opprest , he from what heights he fell . Their griefs into each others bosome vent , ( Variety's in Sadness some content . ) Mix mournful tales all night , until the morrow , And weave a pretty interlude , of Sorrow . The blood , that briskly moved in e'ry vein , That th' azure bounds could scarce its Tides contain , Whence troops of vital Spirits , us'd to come , Attending on the a Biolychnium , ●s now dam'd up , and mudded , by the throng Of Melancholy dregs , that drive along . Oft syncopes , and sighs do make it star● Like Iordan , back to 'th Floudgates of the heart ; Where though with fresh supplies it chance to flow ▪ ●t still irregularly moves , and slow ; ●o dull , and faintly , it can scarce afford ●pirits enough ( before so bravely stor'd ) The form of gentlest passions to create . So miserably poor , is now its state ! All , Stoicks in this hard condition be . All , forc'd assertors , of an b Apathy , Past Bacchus art to cure ; or could he do 't ▪ Here 's but few products , from his purple fruit . There 's no brisk liquors , from Burgundian shore ; None of what fruitful Champaigne has in store ; No sparkling juice , from the Canary Vine , No charming Bowls , prest from the banks of Rhine , Within these dismal Territories found ; But ●iery Nants , and cloudy Ale , goes round ; Drinks oft approv'd of , by the Belgick boars ▪ When cares oppress them , or the Cannon roars . Drinks which the woful Captive , oft may find T'enrage , or stifle , but ne'r cheer the mind . Most of the Wretches , here enclos'd you see , Suff'ring well nigh , a c Psychopanichie . Their Souls , in the terrestrial d Hyle sink So deep , prest down with cares , they scarcely think . Scarce know they have a Soul or no , but by The sentiments they have of misery . Their liquors oft , such Opiates to them prove , That they 're not conscious they in fetters move . Working to such a height , that oft we see , They scarce remember , that they once were free . These , and long habits , to this wretched course , Makes them submit to 't , without least remorse . Not from collected force from Reason prest , Nor a deep thought , but stupifi'd they rest . Nor need the issue wonder to create ; It is not Mens alone , but Kingdomes fate . Greece , that the total Universe obey'd , To whom remotest Nations Tribute pay'd , Whose laws , and dictates , once the world set free From the dire bondage of Barbarity , Us'd to the Turkish yoak , no more now mourn ; Scarce feel the burden , they so long have born : But quiet , and submissive , bend to it , Low as Bucephalus , at 's Masters feet . No spark of Hectors valour , Homers lor● , Vlysses eloquence , nor Priams store , In their least faint resemblance now appear . They 're but the shadow's , of what once they were . What horrour 't is , our brisker Youth to see , In their own confines , thus in slavery ? In their full vigor torn , like Members sick , From off the Kingdomes body politick ; And in inhumane manner , left to rot , In dismal Jaoles , and dreary dungeons shut , Meerly to satisfie , the lust , or spleen , Of the rapacious , or revengeful Men. Who left at liberty , had all ere long , Been seen amongst the Gown'd , or Martial throng ▪ Crown'd thick with honors ; soon had all discharg'd , And with themselves , the Kingdome too enlarg'd . What is 't the Tygres , to themselves propose , When thus their fellow-subjects , they enclose ? 'T is land , or goods , must satisfie the debt ; His body , they can neither sell , nor eat . To them indeed , it but a Carcass is ; But to their Prince , much more it ●ignifies . What Conquests , might the captiv'd part o' th' Isle , Should fate release them , by a Royal smile In hostile Lands , so animated , gain , Freed from the durance , of domestick chain ? Like winds , within their hollow caves , long pent , In Hurricanes , they 'd brush the continent : If need the Lillies , of the French , they 'd blast ; Make to his den , the Belgick Lyon , hast ; Make the bold German Eagles feathers fly ; And as they please , to all give destiny . What harder fate , can ere accrew the● this , Banish'd to live , in their Metropolis ? Their countrymen , in flocks , they daily view , Careless to pass , through e'ry avenue . Their Chariots , through their e Portals , hurry on , As Ships , by rocks , they fear to strike upon . Ne're to be hal'd , nor courted , near the shore ; But as lost men , they are by all given o're . Their Coasts none will approach , but view from far . Prisons , and Jaoles , enchanted Islands are . Thus amidst pleasures , tantaliz'd they dwell , And in their proper heaven , ●ind a hell . Known Pinacles , and Towers , still appear , Encircling Fonts , at which they Christned were . Marks of their Freedom , from the powers of hell , They daily view , and from each Steeple tell . But Man , far worse then Satan , binds them o're ; And his own kind , does cruelly devour . Bells chiming with a solemn sound , they hear . See Myriads following their call to Pray'r . They see the glad , they see the joyful throng , Ready prepar'd for the Thanksgiving Song ▪ They see 't alas , but 't is with swollen eyes , Forbidden to attend the Sacrifice . Nor suffer'd any the least part to bear . In the blest Publick offerings , of Pray'r . Thus shut , from all community divine , ( For here 's few zealots , that will with them joyn ) From the World separate , they do appear , And Anchorets , as well as Pris'ners are . All the strict acts of their devotion , Performing ever singly , and alone . Best so to do ; for in a Prison what But tending to Religion , has been taught ? The very Heathens , were they there , would be At loss , to practice th●ir Idolatry . No Sun appears for Persian to implore : No ray , no beam , that he can here adore . Nor can th' Ep●esian , to the Silver Moon , Pay his accustom'd adoration . The Heathen Mariner , it not allows , What 's due to Thetis , or Oceanus . Nor could the Asiatick Mountaineer , His Athos or Olympus , once revere . No Indian , here , could worship o'regrown tree , Nor to the Nile , Memphitick Priest bow knee ▪ Their Garlick-Gods , they might indeed adore ; And to their Onyons , invocations poure . The Roman , his Priapus might attend , And stench in fumes , to Cloacina send . And the Phoenician , daily Sacri●ice To Beelzebub , whole Hecatombs of flyes . But to the right , there 's few know how to pay Their due observance , in a sol●mn way . So far from that they fall , they cannot well , Respects but common , to each other deal . Alike esteem , the Base , and Noble have ; Alike the Soul that 's Sordid , and the brave ; All equal are , in Prisons , and the Grave . Thus when the cruel Typhon rag'd , the Gods Compel'd to quit their heavenly abodes , Amongst Aegyptian herds , they liv'd enrol'd , No ways distinguish'd , from the common Fold . Nor is 't the sence of these alone , Mankind ●n general join to level the confin'd . Each to debase the other need not strive , Enough their helping hands will gladly give . Who mounted are aloft , turn t'other end Of the Perspective , for to view their Friend . What a Colossus , seem'd unto their eye , Thorough the Opticks , of Prosperity , Seems but an Atom , when the glass they turn , So small 't will scarce make Adits to an Urn. View but the now insulting Creditor , Who though the greatest Prince his Prisoner were , Yet what a bulk , what port , what mein he bears ! With what a scorn he each Proposal hears ! Sometimes so great he grows , he won't confer But by a Proxy , with his Prisoner ; And by th'Embassadour Attorney , he Will treat of ransome for to set him free ; Who must his sacred person represent , To treat at distance , with the Malecontent . Dark Mysteries , like unto Sphynx , to tell , Which if he 's not the Oedipus to spell , Unto their Laws , a Sacrifice he 's made ; No pray'rs can here prevail , no tears perswade . Such rigid Articles they now propose , As ne'r were offer'd by extream●st foes , To half-storm'd Cities . These he must accept ; Or 〈◊〉 in durance , evermore be kept . Unless the Jailor in a meeker vein , ( If ere soft thoughts , such minds , can entertain ) Grants him attended with his guards , to go , And draw o' th' fresher air , a gust or two . And yet even then what pains does he indure ! In shew reviv'd , in truth cast down the more . Each motion proves a Stab , each step 's a death , Whilst he lays in his pittances of breath . Which he can ne'r take up , as it is free , But sullied with their dull society . Where e'ry beam of light , he so doth take , His Prison doth more dark , and gloomy make . Where e'ry spark , where e'ry glitt'ring ray , Wherewith the bounteous Sun guilds o're his way , And seems a glorious path , for to prepare , The most disconsolate , enough to cheer ; Is still consider'd like the trace of Sin , Which though 't appear gay , flourishing , and green , And a perpetual verdure always has , Yet still it leads unto a dismal place . Like that poor Animal , who should surround A Serpents glorious back where scales abound , ( The Sun a better object never knew Whereby to ken his rayes at a review ) The glorious Cirque it does with joy espy , Yet has the deadly sting still in its eye . So ●et him march in ne're so solemn state , And all the Rascals at his footsteps wait , His Triumphs end , still at the Prison gate . Where for the largeness of the walk allow'd , The hated roofs of the perforc'd abode , More narrrow seem , and more contracted far , To him so seldome sees the Hemisphere . Where for the largeness , of the walk that 's had , The hated walls , more narrow may be said ▪ Where while his organs , thus refresh'd , obtain More subtilty , the more he has of pain ; The more of misery , does undergoe ; The more distinct perception , has of woe , Which he does feel , now ten times more increast , ( Shut up again ) for being thus releas'd . To tortur'd men , thus Tyrants Cordials give ; That so in pain , they may the longer live . What torment is 't , to see each Peasant go , Free as the wind , to which they whistle too ; While he 's debar'd , the pleasures they inhance , And but enjoyes them , in a bon ' sperance ? Thus a poor Lover , may a Beauty see , Seated above his lower Pedigree ; Patient with heats , that ne'r can be allaid , Like Creditors , to Debts can ne'r be paid . To ev'ry Stratagem , he open lyes , That breasts full swoln with Envy , can devise . What Malice can invent , may here be shown . The Cause of the unfortunate who'll own ? Each takes a pride , with moral face to tell , How by his rashness , the poor young man fell . Old Granams shake their empty heads , and cry ▪ I long before , read this his destiny . And seem to pitty , but with such a will , As Crocodiles , weep over those they kill . Sometimes , a soft relenting Creditor , The first that led you to the Prison-dore , Whenas you 're past recall , shall sighing come , Look sad at your hard fate , bemoan your doom ▪ Shall seemingly let fall a tear , and cry ( As if surpris'd , at your deep misery ) Had I foreknown , your Debts had been so thick ▪ Your Creditors , so cruel , and so quick , I never ( but 't is past ) ne'r should have been The first , that broke the gap , to let them in . Thus the Aegyptians solemn days to keep , First drown their f Apis , and then for him weep . His friends , look on him as a monstrous thing ; Staring , they bid adieu , and out they fling . And he 's no more remembred when they 're gone , Than Patriarchs buried , ere Deucalion ▪ Ten years acquaintance , and from Childhood play , Shall be forgotten , by ten hours stay . And old contracted friendship ( lasting thought ) To an untimely end , is quickly brought . Thus like the webb g Penelope had spun , What Friendship , in our Sunshine days begun , In Miseries dark Night , is all undone . Those who with supple ham , and pliant knee , Were wont , in their embraces kind to be , Grow stiff , as though in Armor ; nor will look But at a distance , on their friend forsook . As if turn'd Basilisk , within the Bars , There 's none could view him , without wounds or scars ▪ His Neighbours slight him , and there 's not a Man , But looks as strange , as a Iaponian . No favour they 'l afford you , but this one ; They 'll leave your sins , for you , to gaze upon . And copies of them , round about disperse , To shew their care , unto the Universe . If one amongst a thousand , should perchance A visit give , the price he 'll so inhance , His condescention , nought can ere repay , Should your lives thread , last to the Judgment-day . He 'll fully reckon , when he comes to dye , He 's to gain Heaven , by 's humility . Thus while brisk gales of Fortune blow , our eye ▪ Can have no proofs of perfect amity . Of Friends we can't say such a one is he : At best , we only hope him , so to be . We must be windbound , and becalm'd , before We know what Friendly hand , will ply the oare . Sad fate of Mortals ! who can never know Harbours of Friendship , but through storms of woe . But ●adder , when amidst these storms , we find No Port that 's safe , nor any Friend that 's kind . How many to the bottom have gone down , For want of a kind twig , might have been thrown , Even in the sight of Friends , who have had store Of Acres , thickly planted , on the shoare ? But ah ! too oft more courteous Men appear Unto the Brutes , than their own kind by far : These he can feed , and nourish in their Woe ; Nay farther , give them Education too . The wily Fowler , when the birds are caught , And to his snares , by many slights are brought , Is to his little Captives , yet so kind , As by his Songs , to ease them when confin'd . He 'll force them their wild accents to give ore , In which they oft , unartful Consorts bore , And teach them , with a well-composed note , Fresh airs to eccho , from their supple throat . Does by his frequent visits still repay ( In part ) the want of freedome took away . The Dog he 'll teach to hunt , and with more art , His game pursue , than instinct does impart . The Elephant , to bend his stiffer knee , And courtlike bow to Regal Majesty . The Ape , and Marmozet , to dance aloft ; And the most cruel , in their kind be soft . But Man may starve , and unregarded dye ; Unfed , untaught , in all his durance lye ▪ In his Confinement , can have no redress ; Like Pelican , he mourns , i' th' wilderness . Within the desart of distracted thought , He wandring , does the Minutes sad spin out . Where he may strive , but can have no relief ; Fluttring , he beats , against the bars of grief . He 's kept like Bajazet , within the rule Of those who only please by ridicule . Till hunger , want , and folly , make him grow More savage than the beasts that to him bow . Whole Cages stockt with birds , the Turks will buy Only on purpose for to let them fly : But Man , may perish in Captivity . A petty number at his birth attend ; But thousands flock , for to behold his end : Myriads to see the cruel Lictors wrack A wretched Bessus , or Ravilliac : To view a Storm , when Ships are cast away ; Or at a distance , a Sea-fight survey . When war and death 's proclaim'd , they joy express ; But peace , is sign'd , with much reservedness . To day dies such a one ; how glad's the news ! To view the spectacle , what swarms there goes ! But if the wretch , should a Reprieve obtain , How soon are vanish't all the num'rous train ? None of the croud , attend him back again : Not the least overture of joy is shown ; They grieve to lose their wisht diversion . If we the Universe aright should scan , All things rejoyce to do Man good , but Man. The Brutes , nay things that are inanimate , When by some beneficial acts , the state Of Man they render happy , they as 't were , Triumphantly rejoycing do appear . The Sun , when he arises to disperse His beams of light , throughout the Universe , Brisk as a lusty Bridegroom , he does seem , From forth his Chamber coming , gay and trim . And as a Gyant pleas'd , lifts up his voice , To run his race , so does the Sun rejoice . Even and Morns outgoings , do no less , As their vicissitudes , do Man refresh . The Meadows when ●ith grass they 're cover'd ore , And Flocks upon them , for to crop it , store ; The Valleys when with Corn they 're laden round , By Man for to be reap'd ; O what a sound Does eccho forth ! with joy how do they ring ! The Meadows , and the Valleys , shout and sing . But in a Barren year , whenas we see They are restrain'd of their fertilty ; The Heavens they are black with grief , the Earth Does mourn , the Vine do's languish at the dearth . 'T is Man alone that does abound ; yet see With unrelenting eye , Mans misery . O England , whither is it now doth fly , Thy ( once so celebrated ) Courtesie ! Thou that by all the Nations round wer't fam'd , When Hospitality they ever nam'd ; How evilly thou intreast thy Natives now , And under slavish Bondage , mak'st them bow ? More cruel , than the Scythians thou art grown ; Upon their Altars , Forreigners , alone Did bleed , their great Diana to atone . Thou thy own Sons , dost e'ry day enslave ; Usurp'st that liberty , that Nature gave . The Danish yoke , we still amongst us see , And hold in Villenage , yet think we 're free . Weigh these sad truths , you who in wealth and ease Sit painful , when no fresh diversions please ; Who cloy'd with Natures bounties , Art implore ; And still find scarcity , in either's store : Who on the feather'd lap , of Plenty thrown , The Hardness of your Downy bed bemoan . Yet smile at others , who are cast so low , They have no gust of any thing , but Woe ; Whose spreading poyson , to that sway does move , The best of Pleasures , would insipid prove . Who with a scornful look , can proudly view Those whom unfeigned Miseries pursue . Can loudly laugh , whilst they their ills bewail , And unconcern'dly , hear their heavy tale . 〈◊〉 in what heights soever 't is you be , Cease thus to mock at humane misery . Though Fortunes kinder hand , may seat you where No shadow of a downfall does appear ; You know not yet , fix't in the best estate , What may be hatching in the womb of Fate . ●ik● sparkling Stars , in Fortunes higher sphere , You now shine bright , and gloriously appear ; But all those glittering fires , soon go out , When once she turns her fickle Orb about . Then foolish Meteors , at the best you 'll prove , W ch keep their state , whilst th' air does gently move ▪ But when the Tempests rise , or Winds grow high , They 're gone , they vanish , by one puff they dye ▪ Misfortunes to those feet are doubly rough , Who ne'r trod any paths , but what were smooth ▪ The tender bred , when distin'd to the Oar , The easiest pull , will make their palm be sore . Their nicer frames disordred , soon grow sick ; And stroaks but gentle , touch them to the quick ▪ Where t'other are uneasie , these are ill : Blowes which but bruise the one , the other kil● ▪ But what our scrutiny , may truly deem , Amidst the Prisoners woes , the most extream Is the great Maxim to be always sad ; To have the face mask'd with a mournful shad ▪ Few think you worthy of the least relief , Except they see you overset with grief . They labour hard , with great expence and sweat , To make you conscious of your wretched state . These are like Nero in their Cruelties ; Would have the Malefactor feel he dyes . 'T is this alone that plunges them in woe : We were not wretched , but for knowing so . In such events , Beasts happier are than Man , Wanting discourse their Miseries to scan . To be too thoughtful in a wretched state , Does not allay , but heightens our ill fate . Better want Reason's light , than far to see , And have large prospects into Misery . When Sorrows bulky grow , and grief does swell , ●Tis good to look no farther than the shell ; ●est the fell Cockatrice , that 's hatch'd within , ●o shoot out mortal glances should begin . Should we at each sad object does surprise , Set ope the easie floudgates of our eyes ; There 's few such Stoicks , but would find , I fear , 'T would prove almost continual Winter there . O 't is with wary feet , who ere goes down , Must tread the Chambers of affliction . Bold full as he , first undertook to sweep On narrow plank , the bosome of the deep . Hydra's , within these dark recesses dwell , And dread Chimaera's , which no pen can tell . Myriads of Monsters in your way you meet , That will with horrid salutations greet . Here pale-fac'd Want , and Penury you view , Ratling their ill-hung Skeletons at you . There Time mis-spent , does with his foretop stand ▪ Like to the Ghost of a late murder'd friend . Here Folly smiles , and Rashness makes a mouth ▪ With antick posture , and a mein uncouth . At length Despair comes in , with Gorgon-head , And petrifies the bold spectator dead . 'T is therefore with great Caution , we our face Must view , whenas Affliction holds the glass . As a great Beauty , when at first she sees Her visage tainted by some foul disease , With much aversion and regret she spyes Her ruin'd looks , then turns away her eyes Lest too long gazing , might distraction move , And her Mind Horrid , as her Body prove . Some , who these truths by sad experience try'd , And found all forreign remedies deny'd , Thought in the numbers , of a well-tun'd Verse , They might or lose their Cares , or else disperse . But the Convulsive Genius of the place , Into contortions wreath'd each tender Grace . They whose brisk thought , could pen an airy Song Sweet as the Nightingales all-charming tongue , Can now compose nought smoothly , but with jars , Uncouth as Scritch-owls hoot on Sepulchers . So that despairing , they hang up their Lire ; And break those strings , so cross to their desire . They thought to change their theam to humble verse ; But how should they wild Pastorals reherse Quite banisht from the sight o' th' Universe ? No shady woods , nor verdant meads , are here , Nor gliding rivulets , with waters clear . Winter from Summer , Autumn from the Spring , With all the various changes that they bring , They see not , only hear of such a thing . When the blew Violet does her leaves disclose , Or at what time buds forth the blushing Rose ; When Bounteous Nature , makes the Cherries red ▪ And when the Vines , she does with purple spread ; When yellow Ceres , does guild o're the ●ield , With ears that cen●uple increases yield ; When plump Pomona , makes the Apples slick , And paints a deep Vermilion on their cheek ; When chirping Sparrows , in the thatch do build , And when the Swallow comes into the field ; When sings the Grashopper , when Lambs do play , When rutting Stags drive frighted swains away : These seasons , here alas cannot be known , But by some rithmes i' th' Almanack set down . So banishing their learned rural cares , They break their Oaten pipes , against the bars . To Lyrick airs , they strove their Lutes to frame ; Harsh , incoherent Eccho's from them came . And though the num'rous strings they varied oft , No sounds , with all their art would rise aloft , Like Dorick manly , or like Lydian soft . Enrag'd , they strove the Phrygian fierce to strike ; But the disturbed strings , still move alike . Their mind 's to low , Pindarick heights to gain , Nor can their sickly , and enfeebled vein , E'er hope to reach the Dithyrambique strain . But dismal tunes , like Irish hubbub rise ; Tunes , such as Indians hoot at Sacrifice . And Rithmes , the same old Monks with ease mad● dull ▪ In Caves compose , when as their Belly 's full . Dismal as Nero's , when unto his Lyre He sung Troy's fate , and set whole Rome on fire . Mournful as Ovid's , when to Pathmos Isle Con●in'd , he daily strove for to beguile His sorrow'd soul , with the poor little bliss , That he could relish from sad Elegies , How different from the Verse Augustus Court Produc'd ! nought of that loftiness , nor Port , With such foundations layd , of such effort , Which neither flame , nor sword , nor wrath of Iov● Nor could old time , with iron teeth remove , His weak and half-starv'd genius now can raise ; With Mirtle rather 't is begirt , than Bays . Sick , faint , and querulous , well-nigh unman'd , How should he sing a Song in a str●nge Land ? The Epick , then our Poets strove to paint ; And to the life , some Hero represent . But strong impressions , from ill patterns made , ( For few but sordid objects here are had ) Daily impregnating their ●ancy , nought But a mis-shapen Foetus forth was brought . In the remaining parts unhappy , they Still found the self-same fatal destiny ; And ne're could be assisted by the Nine , Or close their thoughts , in a well-form'd designe . In such disorder , who should hope a treat , Of ought well rang'd , just , piercing , solid , neat . From calm recesses 't was , all verse was had , And breasts , as undisturbed as their shade . Hence are the springs , from which soft numbers flow ▪ To this each high , and lofty , Song we owe. Careless in quiet groves , free as the air , Their breasts not ruffled with one gust of care . The Bards of old , compos'd their well-tun'd Lore , And the discerning Druids , sung of yore . Nor is 't a wonder , that a rural Scene , So kind a Nurse to Poetry has been . The Maiden-blushes of the Morning-skye Who sees not mov'd into an Extasie ? The glory of the rising Sun who views , And has not Troops of Awful thoughts pursues ? No sprightly Soul , can see his Chariot move , But does , like Memnons Statue , vocal prove . And the Worlds great Creators praise declare , In numbers high , and lofty , as his sphere . Who walks amidst tall ranks , of well-grown trees , ( Of our Forefathers , the first Pallaces . ) And is not struck with a profound revere , As if their awful Ghosts , were present th●re . Their cooler shade , a sacred fire gives ; O Mystical Antiperistasis ! The pure celestial Bow , with colour bright , What fam'd Collyrium better to the Sight ? What can the Nostrils more refin'd receive , More odorous , than native flowers give ? What to the Taste , can e're more poinant be , Than sauces fetch'd from Natures granary ? Where is there Notes more regular , and high , More brisk , more strong , than the wild symphony ? What to the Touch , more soft than a ●lick Gale , From Mountains top blown o're the flowry vale ? When all our Senses thus contented be , What 's the result , but a pure harmony ? From a recess , within a darksome glade , Where by the winds , a trembling gale is made , In quavering Trillo's moving , by such art The Sun not rays , but lightning does impart , Now wholly day , now night as 't represents , By the wind gushing from earths hollow vents , Opening alternately , its shady gates ; Or as it rises , or as it abates , To see the Cell , now gloomy , and now bright , Just like pale sorrow , chequer'd with delight : What several passions , in the breast arise , And without Passion , Poesie soon dies . The sweet result of harmony that 's had , From the varieties are here display'd , I' th' num'rous features , of the greater World , Into like motions , round the less are whirl'd . They cause the spirits , from each part to come , And dance about the Biolychnium . From whose sweet cadence , numbers soft proceed ▪ Hence e'ry lofty Period , has its head . Hence 't is the Poets give so high esteem To rural prospects , though they lowly seem , And unadorn'd by artful stroke ; hence 't is , The Villa vies with the Metropolis . From their retreats , these must their concourse own ; Had they not been , no Cities had been known . The deepest o' th' Foundations e're was laid , Was dug by Poets in a rural shade . They taught the World civility : from thence , Each future Corporation did commence . Which still when wean'd from business , stockt in wealth , From shady woods , they pleasures seek and health . And our first Tutors Groves , by Storges own , As strong , as e're by Sympathy was known . And lest their awful memory should fall , Our Chimneys they adorn , and houshold-wall . Boscage within each Chamber must be shown , Or the mean pile , no Architect will own . Nay , the best Order that e're yet was made , ( The grand Corinthian ) with its beauteous shade , From leaves that first around a Basket spread It was , were found the Maxims for its Head. Which does so many Palaces uphold , 'T is thought no Palace , where they are not told . Leaves crown the Poets Head , they have inspir'd , And Victors brows , that Conquests have acquir'd . Nay yet so much of our Forefathers meen We imitate , our Silks are leafy seen . No rich Embroidery , sca●ce yet was wore , But the old Scutcheon of the fig-leaves bore . Nothing in Nature's to be found , no place , But some remains of Rural , in it has , Whereby to raise some notions , that may tend Tow'rds order , and Poetic Souls befriend : Except a Prison , there no glimpse we se● , Of ought promotes a peaceful harmony . The object of the Chaos , where wa● nought But confus'd lumps , as soon might breed a thought Sublime , and ravishing , as what we see , Bred from its all confounding Anarchy . How can the foggy mists of Jayls , create Airs even , soft , gentle , or delicate ? Nipt in the cradle , they soon fade and dye ; ●lack all their Nerves , and loose their Majesty . Nought of Celestial fires here approach , But empty flashes , heated by debauch . ●onnets , Acrosticks , and such little things , ●attle sometimes , upon the ill-tun'd strings . Vain sickly thoughts , puffs , empty noise , and wind , That may the Phancy please , but shake the Mind . But nought in these Apartments e're was seen , Gay , lofty , great , or with a solemn meen . Nor can the prospect , of the ill-hewn stones , Give lively draughts , or strong expressions . Some vain efforts , some servile strokes escape , That always speak the Author in mishap . Thus the poor Bird , who naturally sung , Ere ca●ght , by the enchanting Fowlers tongue ; Who with a warbling Note , could upwards flee , To sphears above , less musical than he ; Could from the rocky Pinacles that crown The Mountains top , pour Dythirambiques down Could to the Woods , such charming Eccho's make That every leaf , would musically shake ; Could in the Meadows , with his Trillo's chear , The grazing flocks , that lent a listning ear ; Sings faintly when confin'd , and not a Note , But with harsh Accents , issues from his throa● To the Hills brow , he never now can soar ; Nor rising Sun , can Persian-like adore . Nor with a dewy breast , or pearly wing , His wonted Carols , to Aurora sing . But sighing , mourns the lost Apollo's rays ; And dire remove , to the dead sticks from bays . In vain his trembling wings now weakly move ; In vain he gasps , to reach soft gales above . It heaves , and pants , at Airs it ne're can reach , Confin'd to Notes alone , its Victors teach ▪ Confounded be the Man , who ravisht first , Our Mother Earth , and made her entrails burst , Swoln with the poison of the venom'd Ore , Which like Pandora's box , Contagions powre . Accursed Gold ! until thy Birth was known , No breach was made , in the worlds union . Till Subterraneous Daemons , by long sweat , This Metal purchas'd , as their grand receipt ; Their universal Tincture for what 's bad , Since first our Father Adam us'd the spade . Curst be those Mountains , wanton with the Sun , From whose first hot embraces , Tagus run . And with a ●●imy path , guilding his way , Gave item where the unborn Monster lay . Sink steep P●tos● , and thy teeming womb ; To all who dig thee , may'st thou prove a tomb . Better the latter World had ne're been known , Than thus to swallow up the former one . Millions for thy rich stores , in durance lye , And bear a part in thy Captivity . We need not proudly boast , but sighing say , Half Europe's fetter'd by America . Great Montezeuma , might refresh his Ghost , And all the Troops , of the Tlaxcallan hoast . Peru's dread Ynca , if alive , might see The Victors Progeny , more slaves than he . Guided by Natures Laws , they rightly pris'd What really was good , the rest despis'd . What might conduce by food , to strength & health ▪ That was their Riches , that was all their Wealth . For that they fought , and not for sordid Oar ; The beautious Face of Earth , had their amour . They nought could lovely in its intrails see ; And yet they ript them up , as well as we . But we the garbadge hug , and leave to them The better part , which wisely they esteem . But where does my unbounded Fancy rome ? She ne'r remembers that she must keep home . Unto far distant Orbs , she takes her flight , And wanders , without Keeper , out of sight . Return , return , to thy imprison'd shrine ; And shamefully repent , this risque of thine . It is not reason , thou shouldst freely play , Till with thy Master too , 't is Holiday . FINIS . Page 1. line 7. Granted alike , thou wert to Man and Beast ; Freedome to both was equally exprest . I Consider them at that time to be in a state of subjection to Mankind , but not Captivity : they being no more infringed of their liberty , than those who being governed by wholesome Laws , may be said to loose their Title of Freemen . I deny not but Man was their Superiour , and had dominion over them ; but which way he should have occasion to exercise that Authority , in his state of Innocence , so far as to infringe them of their liberty , I cannot well imagine . For he stood not then in fear of the fiercest , they having neither will nor power to molest him ; neither did the most shy and wild shun his society : so that he might have a fair prospect of them , without cooping of them up , or putting an inclosure about them . Man had no occasion for their service , neither in Peace nor War , neither for Pleasure nor Profit ; neither to till the Ground , the Earth yielding all things abundantly , of its own accord ; nor yet in War , there being no grounds for enmity in that state of Innocencie ; neither for Pleasure , except●ng what delight and satisfaction he might receive from the view and contemplation of the wonderful variety , symmetry and proportion of their parts ; but as for that of Hunting and ensnaring of them , he had no cause for it , he having no need of them fo● food , nor yet wanted so ●lender a pastime , having more noble diversion from the exercise of his own mind . Profit he could make none of them , nothing being then to be done that turned towards gain , there being no ●●ars of either Want or P●nury . There was no use to be made of them for Clothing , he then having no need of it , either for ornament or necessity ; nor for Food , for we suppose him not in that state to have ever prey'd upon any of them : he was more tempted with the Fruits of the field , than the Beasts of it ; and though he knew his own Authority , would never exercise it in the way of Cruelty . He knew not then what Death was himself , and therefore we may suppose him never to have attempted to deprive another of life ▪ But this is too nice a speculation to be handled in this place : however , I am apt to believe , we now use a greater cruelty towards them , than we are able to maintain ; and there will be found but few that are merciful to their Beast . Caveamus ne nimis superbe de nobis ipsis sentiamus , quod fieret non modo si quos limites nobis nulla cognitos ratione , nec divina revel●tione , mundo vellemus e●●ingere , tanquam si vis nostra cogitati●●●s , ultra id quod à Deo revera factum est ferri posset ; sed etiam maxime si res omnes propter n●s solos , ab illo creatas esse fingeremus . Renat . Descartes , in his Principles of Philosophy , the Third part . Page 6. line 4. And but by faint remembrances of that , We heretofore have seen and wondred at , Can the great end pursue for which we 're made , To praise our Maker in his Works survey'd . They have no opportunity of viewing new Objects , and consequently of having a larger field wherein to expand themselves in their praises to the Almighty , for his wonderful Works in the Creation ; and therefore can go no further in that part of their Devotion , than in their reiterated praises to God , for those Objects they have already seen . Page 6. line 12. But some few stroaks in dark resemblance made , Of Sun or Moon by the dim Charcoals shade . Men are apt to revolve in their thoughts the memory of those lost pleasures they have not a fair prospect of suddainly enjoying ; nay , to put a greater estimate upon them , than they themselves would do in other circumstances , where they might opportunely be had . Thus we may easily imagine , their Confinement to a dark abode , their conversation with uncouth and sordid Objects , must re-call into their mind those glorious ones , of which heretofore they have had the opportunity of a free view ; and why not the Sun or Moon , as well as any other ? — by the dim Charcoals shade . Painted upon the w●ll with Charcoal ; that place scarce affording any better pencil . Page 9. line 4. But all his cost upon their Front does lay . The cost of guilding them with his beams . Page 9. line 5. The Dorique Tablature with Triglyph grac'd . Most Prisons are of the Dorique Order . This Order representing Solidity to us , as its specifick and principal quality . We ought not to employ it ( says Vitruvius ) but in great massie Buildings and Edifices of the like nature ; as , for Ports of Citadels , and Fortresses of Towns , the outside of Churches or publick places , and the like . Where the delicateness of the ornament is neither convenient nor profitable ; forasmuch as the Heroique and Gigantick manner of this Order , does excellently well in those places , discovering a certain Masculine and natural Beauty , which is properly that the French call la grand Maniere . See Mr. Evelins parallels of Architecture . — Tablature . The Architrave , Freeze , and Cornice , taken altogether , is called the Entablateur . — With Triglyph grac'd . The Triglyph is an inseparable ornament of the Dorique Freez . The word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Greek , imports a three-sculptur'd piece , quasi tres habens Glyphas ; they were made in imitation of Apolo's Harp. The Island of Delos built a very famous Temple to him , in memory of his Birth in that place , of the which th●re was in the time of Vitruvius some vestigia's remaining ; and in this it was , that the first Triglyphs were made in the form which we now behold them , representing the figure of an antique Lyre , of which Instrument this God hath been the Inventor . Page 9. line 7. And grisly Metopae's of beasts they flay , In sacrifice to him entice his stay . The Metopa's were generally in the figures of Oxes heads ▪ the word is fetched from the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or forehead of th● beasts , whose sculls remaining after the sacrifices , were usually carved in the Intervals between the Triglyphs . — entice his stay . He seems to be induced to it by the ●ight of a Frontispiece , like that of his Temple , adorn'd with his Lyre , and the reliques of his Sacrifices : for here be his Trophies ; — Hic illius arma , hic currus . Page 9. line 13. For there alas the Order solely is , That of the Captiv'd Caryatides . Vitruvius , and several of the Moderns since him , mention the original of this Order . The Inhabitants of a certain City of Peloponnesus nam'd Carya , having made a League with the Persians against their own Nation the Greeks , after the rout of the Persians , were afterwards Besieged by the Conquerors , and so barbarously saccag'd , that putting every Man to the Sword , consuming the City to ashes , and carrying the Women away Captive , their vengeance being not yet extinct , they resolved to eternize their resentment , by causing publick Edifices to be erected , wherein for a mark of the servitude of these Captives , they engraved their Images instead of Columns , that so they might overwhelm them likewise under the weight of the punishment which they had merited by the guilt of their Husbands , and leave an everlasting memory thereof to future ages . See Mr. Evelins parallels of Architecture . Page 10. line 5. Dark Hieroglyphick scratches thick are twin'd , The Fretworks of a discomposed mind . The mind when it is distracted , over-burden'd , and sunk down by many troublesome and anxious thoughts , vents it self in a thousand several little whimseys , which give a present ease and diversion ; like Opiates , that may allay an immediate pain , though not cure the disease . In the various fermentations of thoughts , it works up into those bubbles of phancy , which are as it were the scum and froth of a turbulent and unquiet Soul. Page 13. line 11. Of huge-limb'd Typhon under Aetna cast . Typhon was one of the Gyants who made War against the Gods , whom Iupiter overcame with his Thunder-bolts , and imprisoned under Mount Aetna . Page 13. line 13. Of Sultans younger Sons , and their hard fate . Among most of the Asian Territories , the Elder Son when he comes to the Crown , either puts to death , or imprisons all his younger Brothers , the better to secure his Throne , and to prevent all Conspiracies and Mutinies that might otherwise be made against him . Page 13. line 15. Of Bellisarius begging — Bellisarius was a great Captain under the Emperor Iustinian , who after he had been eminently succes●ul in his Victories over the Persians , Goths and Vandals , was by the malice of some envious detractors , not only turned out of his Princes favour , and deprived of his ●ight , but reduced to that extream penury , that he was forced to beg by the way-side , the Alms and Benevolence of those passengers that travell'd by , and with miserable accent crave their assistance , in these mournful words : Date obolum Bellisario , viator , quem Invidia , non Culp● caec●vit . Page 14. line 5. The porch to pass of the Elurnean Gate . There were two Por●als , from whence all Dreams were said to proceed ; the Horny , and the Ivory . The Phantastick , Melancholy , and Chimerical , came forth at the Ivory Gate ; the coherent and true , at the Horny . Verderius in his Book de Imaginibus Deorum , gives this reason for the allusion : The true ones are said to proceed from the Horny , rather than the Ivory , because , if it be not cut out into over-great proportions of thickness , it is always clear and transparent ; but Ivory cut into never so small pannels , let it be shaved to the utmost thinness , it is always dark and opaque . I choose the later for their dreams to proceed from , as being generally agreeable to their thoughts in the day-time , phantastical , cloudy , and incoherent . Page 15. line 11. And he 's like to a Vestal Virgin shut In darksome Cell , when as the blaze is out . As those Vestals , when the Sacred Fire was out , were shut ●p in dark Cells and Vaults ; so is he , his flames being extinguished ; and if his Creditors prove merciless , may probably undergo the same fate too , pine to death for want of convenient Food . For Vesta was the Goddess of Elemental Flame ; and in the innermost part of her Temple , was a fire suspended in the air in pots of earth , kept always alive by the Vestal Virgins . When it hapned by some misfortune to be extinct , some fearful accident did immediately follow to the Roman Empire ; therefore they did punish the Virgins by whose negligence the fire did go out , in a very cruel manner ; being condemned to be buried alive with water and bread : they underwent the same punishment also , if they lost their Virginity , which they were to keep thirty years . Page 16 , line 8. And for the fruitful Boughs , the Bars are found . Instead of his Children , which used to accompany with him , and are compared to the fruitful branches of the Olive , he is surrounded with bare and naked Walls , rusty Bars , and dismal Bolts . Page 17. line 10. Attending on the Biolychnium . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lampas vitae , the vital flame or innate heat , to wit , that animal fire , which by the help of the plastick virtue , being first kindled in the Colliquament , and afterwards in the blood , shines and burns in the heart , as in its proper Focus : and from thence , together with the blood and spirits by the Arteries every way diffused and spread abroad , it heats , cherishes , and enlivens all the parts of the body . We live no longer than this Vestal fire is preserved and maintained in the Altar of the Heart ; that being either suf●ocated , or by the want of fewel extinct , we immediately dye . Hippocrates calls it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ignis ingenitus ; Aristotle , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Accensio animae in corde . Page 18. line 4. All forc'd assertors , of an Apathy . All Passion is created by something a more than ordinary motion of the Blood and Spirits . Now we suppose our Prisoner by having either his thoughts continually fixed upon sad objects , or by want of those preparatives , by way of due Meats and Drinks , which may aptly animate the blood , to have it almost stagnate in his veins , and he thereby rendred insensible in a manner either of pain or pleasure ; and so has by an unfortunate necessity , reduced himself to that temper , which the Stoicks so much endeavour to be Masters of , and brag of when attained ( if ever such things were ) namely an Apathy , a total conquest over all the Passions , and a perfect unconcernment at , or in the utmost pain or pleasure . The word is from 〈◊〉 privi●iv● , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 passio . Page 18. line 17. Most of the wretches here enclos'd you see , Suffring well-nigh a Psychopannychie . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the sleep of the Soul. There were some of an opinion , that after death the Soul lay in a deep sleep , a state of perfect silence and inactivity , till the day of judgment ; of whom Dr. More in his Antipsychopannychia , Canto 1. Stanza 5. Has then old Adam s●orted all this time , Vnder some senseless clod with sleep y'dead ? And have those flames that steep Olympus climbe Right nimbly wheeled o're his heedless head So oft in heaps of years low buried ? Stanza II. For sure in vain do humane Souls exist After this life , if lull'd in listless sleep , They senceless lie wrapt in eternal mist , Bound up in foggy clouds that ever weep Benumming tears , and the Souls centre steep With deading liquors , that she never minds , Or feeleth ought thus drench'd in Lethe deep , Nor misseth she her self , nor seeks nor finds Her self : this mirksome state , all the S●uls actions binds . Stanza III. latter end . That 'twixt this sleepy state small difference You 'll find , and that Men call mortality . Plain Death 's as good as such a Psycopannychi● . There is another opinion too of the sleep of the Soul , which seems to be fram'd out of that dream of the Stoicks , concerning the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of the World after the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thereof ; to wit , that when at the firing of the World , the force of that fatal Conflagration has wearied the afflicted Ghosts , as well of evil Daemons as wicked men , into an utter recess from all matter , and thereby into a profound sleep ; that after a long series of years , when not only the fury of the fire is utterly ●lack'd , but the vast Atmosphere of smoak and vapours , which was s●nt up during the time of 〈◊〉 ●arths Con●lagration , has returned back in copious showers of rain , that Nature recovering thus to her advantage , and becoming youthful again , and full of genital salt and moisture , the Souls of all living Creatures shall in due order awaken and revive in the cool rorid air . Which expergefaction into life , is accompanied , say they , with propensions answerable to the resolutions they made with themselves , in those fiery torments , and with which they fell into their long sleep . Page 19. line 1. Their Souls , in the terrestrial Hyle sink . The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of the Platonists , is no more than a congeries of corporeity , the faeces and dregs of Matter , with which , when the Soul is so clog'd and burden'd , that she is overwhelm'd in sensuality , and cannot operate as she ought , she is said to be plung'd into ▪ Plotinus defines this Hyle to be 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , the essence of evil , and the first or original Evil : and having given a reason of that perplexing question , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ; what is the first Origin of Evil in the World , he writes thus ; 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . That the World is mixt of Intellect , and Necessity ; and that those things which come from God are Good ; but the Evil , are from that antique nature which is call'd Hyle . Plotinus , Ennead . 1. lib. 8 cap. 7. But nearer that to Hyle things do dive , They are more pent , and find much lesser room . Thus sensual Souls do find their righteous doom , Which Nemesis inflicts , when they descend From heavenly thoughts , that from above do come To lower life , which wrath , and grief attend , And scorching lust that do high honour blend ▪ See Dr. Moores Poems . Neither does this account of the origin of Evil ( as is objected by some ) make Matter to be essentially evil , nor the existence of evil natural and necessary : for if the Soul be so careless and negligent as to yield and stoop to its sluggish inclinations , it becomes the voluntary cause of its own evil . Page 22. line 1. What harder Fate , can er'e accrew then this , Banish'd to live in their Metropolis ? To be separated from , and debar'd the freedome of conversation with Relations , Friends , and acquaintance , though inhabiting in the same street , or adjacent ones ; to be restrained from all the profits , delights , and advantages that accrew to those who are members of a Corporeity , is worse than a Banishment , where the want of those benefits is the better born , because not expected . Page 22. line 5. Their Chariots through their Portals hurry on . Their Coaches hurry through the noted Gates of the City ; which generally being strong , are made use of , as well for the custody of Prisoners , as the preservation of the City . Page 22. line 11. Thus amidst pleasures tantaliz'd they dwell , And in their proper Heaven find a Hell. Amidst a populous City , that abounds in all varieties of delights , and which might have been a proper sphere of pleasure to them , as well as their Neighbours , but for some unhappy turns of Fortune which has reduced them to this state . Page 22. line 13. Known Pinnacles and Towers still appear . Either from their windows or Battlements , if their Prisons are built so high , as most of the Gates are . Page 24. line 1. No Sun appears for Persian to implore . The Persians adored Apollo or the Sun , in the figure of a Lion , Crown'd with a Diadem , holding the horns of an Ox in his paws . They called him Mithra , and actually worship'd him at his rising ; preserving a sacred Fire in honour of him in their Temples . Page 24. line 3. Nor can th' Ephesian to the silver Moon . Though several Nations did adore Diana or the Moon , y●t the most noted place where she was Worshipped , was Ephesus , where she had a Temple erected , as some think , by the Amazons ; a work of so stupendious a grandeur , that there was spent above two hundred years in finishing of it ; all Asia contributing to this inestimable expence . It was environed with a twofold range of Columns , in form of a double Portico : It was in length 420 foot , upon 200 pillars , all of Marble ; 70 foot in heighth , when it was burnt by Erostratus , who set it on fire , that his name might be rendred famous , having no other means to get renown , but by this wicked deed : whereupon , the Ephesians strictly commanded that none should offer to mention his Name upon pain of death . Page 24. line 6. What 's due to Thetis or Oceanus . Oceanus was the Son of Coelum and Vesta ; his Effigies was much like that of the Rivers ; a Man of a prodigious size , with great horns upon his head . The●is was his Wife , and Goddess of the Sea. The Sea-Divinities had their Temples usually adorn'd with the spoils of many Naval Victories . Page 24. line 8. Nor could the Asiatick Mountaineer , His Athos or Olympus once reveer . Athos was a great Mountain scituated between Macedonia and Thrace , so vast , that it cast a shade even to the Island of Lemnos . Olympus was another stupendious Mountain , between Macedonia and Thessaly , now called Lacha ; of that height , that the Poets often made use of it to express Heaven by ; and to Iupiter himself , they gave the Title of Olympius . They were both ador'd as Divinities . Page 24. line 10. No Indian here could worship o're-grown Tree , Nor to the Nile Memphitick Priest bow knee . The Indians Worshipt any thing that was monstrous , as vast Mountains , cragg'd and precipitous Rocks , over-grown Trees and Plants ; thinking some Divinity in all those productions which were not obvious or common . See Bry's America . Things that are great and vehement , people are subject to suspect they rise from some supernatural cause ; insomuch that the Wind cannot be more than ordinarily high , but they are prone to imagine the Devil raised it . So rude Antiquity conceived a kind of Divinity in almost any thing that was extraordinary great . Whence some have worshipped very tall Trees , others large Rivers ; some a great Stone or Rock ; others , some high and vast Mountains : whence the Greeks confound Great and Holy , in that one word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that signifies both . And the Hebrewes , by the Cedars of God , the Mountains of God , the Spirit of God , and the like , understand high Cedars , great Mountains , and a mighty Spirit or Wind. Dr. More in his Tractate of Enthusiasm , Sect. 16. The River Nilus was represented in the shape of a Man with a great many little Children swarming about him ; which was to represent the fertility and increase which was caused throughout all the Land by the ove●-flowing of his banks . Page 24. line 11. Their Garlick-Gods they might indeed adore , And to their Onyons invocations pour . Those who actually worshipped the Sun , Moon , Seas , Rivers , Mountains , Trees , &c. b●ing here debar'd the ●ight of them , could not pay their adorations to them : but those who Worshipped those objects that might be procur'd , as the Aegyptians their Garlick and Onyons , they might indeed b● devout , where the others could not , either in their due supplications , or apt Sacrifices . That they did most sordidly adore these Plants , we have not only the testimony of Histo●ians , but Poets too . Porrum & Cepe n●fas violare & frangere morsu , O sanctas Gentes qui bus haec nascuntur in hortis Numina — Says Iuvenal , wittily Satyrical upon them . But surely in the time of the Israelites the Aegyptians either had not then consecrated , or had else lately degraded their Garlick and Onyon-Divinities : for the Israelites are upbraided for their longing after them . And Histories report , that the chief food of those who built the Pyramids , was from those Herbs , of which they compute with a great deal of care the expence which that food alone yearly amounted to . Page 24. line 13. The Roman his Priapus might attend , And stench in fumes to Cloacina send . Priapus was the most impure and shameless of all their Gods : He was also the God of Mariners and Gardens . His lap was full of Flowers and Fruits , an Emblem of Fertility ; and he was painted naked , as all the other Gods and Goddesses of Love. He was sometimes named Mut● , Orneates , Lampsachus , Pammyles ; by which you may partly ghess at his qualifications . — To Cloacina s●nd . Cloacina was the Superintendent over Vaults and Privies ▪ The Romans had increased the number of their Divinities to that excess , that not only all the Perfections and Vertues of the Soul , but even the Vices were adored as so many Goddesses : witness their Dea Murica , the Goddess of La●iness ; their Dea Laverna , the Protectress of Thieve● and Robbers , who us'd to divide the spoil in the Woo● where her Temple was erected , and were therefore called Fures Lavermone● . All publick places both in Country and City had their Deities , even to the very common shoars ▪ Ev●ry part of a mans Life : the Infant had his Dea Cumin● and Rumina , Goddesses that lookt to the Child in the Cradle , and assisted it to suck . The new-married Couple had their Deus Pater Subigus , Dea Mater Prema , Dea Viriplica , Dea Pertunda , &c. Nay , every Affection of the Minde and Disease of the Body was honoured as a Deity ; such were Pavor and Pallor , Aius , Locutius , whose Statue gave the Romans notice of the coming of the Gauls . Ridiculus was another ; Tempestas , Febris , Vicepota , and Vulturnus Deus , &c. And as the Romans did enlarge their Dominions , they admitted all the Gods and Goddesses of strange Nations into their City . Page 24. line 15. And the Phoenician dayly sacrifice To Beelzebub , whole Hecatombs of Flies . Beelzebub the Lord of Flies was a God of Ek●on in Ph●nicia , a City of the Philistines . Some have imagined this name to be imposed upon him by the Israelites , because in the Sacrifices that were offered unto him , his Priests were tormented with swarms of Flies . Now in the Sacrifice of the true God , there was not a Fly to be seen , as several learned Rabbies , and after them Scaliger , have taken notice . Some think him the same with Iupiter : for Iupiter is often stiled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Muscarius , or the driver away of Flies , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , the killer of Flies ; because the Flies are creatures formed by his immediate Agency , or because the Sun by whose heat also such Beings are produced , seem to have been committed , before the Apostacy of the Angels , to the power of him that is now the chief of the Devils . Page 25. line 6. Thus when the cruel Typhon rag'd , the Gods Compell'd to quit their heavenly abodes , Amongst Egyptian herds they liv'd enroll'd , No ways distinguish'd from the common fold . The Earth being concern'd for the imprisonment of her Sons the Titans by Iupiter , brought forth most terrible Giants , and dreadful Monsters , and sent them to besiege Heaven , and drive him from thence . For that intent they had their Rendezvous in Thessaly , in the midst of the Plegrean fields , where it was resolved by them to raise one Mountain upon another , and thus to make an easie ascent into Heaven . Among the Besiegers was Enceladus , Briareus , &c. but more especially Typhon , who did excel all those Monsters both in bigness of body and strength : he was said with his Head to reach the Heavens , and that he could stretch from the Northern to the Southern Pole. He was half a Man and half a Serpent , as many of the rest were ; and continually belched forth fire and flame , which struck such a terror into the rest of the Gods that came to the assistance of Iupiter , that they betook themselves to a shameful flight , running into Aegypt , where they changed themselves into the forms of several Beasts and Herbs , that so they might pass undiscovered , and avoid his fury . See Galtruchius , and Verderius de Imag. Deorum . Page 26. line 13. Dark Mysteries like unto Sphynx , to tell , Which if he 's not the Oedipus to spell . Sphynx was a Monster sent by Iuno to plague the City of Thebes : it took up its station not far off , and proposing Aenigmatical questions to those that pass'd by , tore in pieces all that could not resolve them : which made the City almost desolate ; insomuch that Creon , who succeeded Laius in the Throne , promised to quit his claim to the Crown , and give Iocasta the Widow of Laius , in Marriage to him that could resolve them . For the Oracle had declared , that the City could not be freed from this mischief , till one could be found out who could give the right meaning to this Riddle of the Sphynx ; Which was the Creature that in the Morning did walk on four feet , at Noon on two , and in the Evening on three ? Which Oedipus did , telling them , It was Man , which in his infancy scrambled and crawled about upon all four , like a Beast ; In his Manhood , march'd stedfastly upon his legs , without any other support . But in his old and declining age , made use of a staff , which was as it were a third foot to assist him . Upon the resolution of the Riddle , the Monster violently beats himself to pieces against a Rock , and so delivers the Countrey from their fears and danger . Some report that this Sphynx was a Robber , and that the Ambages of his Riddle were the windings and turnings of a rockie Mountain , where he had seated himself to rob the passengers that went to and fro near Thebes . Page 31 , line 3. Thus the Aegyptians solemn days do keep , First drown their Apis , and then for him weep . The Aegyptians did consecrate their greatest solemnities to the God Apis , or S●rapis ; which was an Ox , bearing upon his hide some particular marks : he was to live a certain number of years , and then the Priests did drown him in the River Nilus , and all the Land did mourn and lament for his death , until another was found with the same marks about him , which caused an universal rejoycing throughout the whole ●ountry ; exprest by all manner of Sports , Revellings , and Banquets . Ovid alludes to this in his Fastorum . Et comes in pompa Corniger Apis erat . As also Tibullus . Barbara Memphiten plangere docta Bovem . The Golden Calfe which the Israelites did make in the Wilderness , was in imitation of this God. Lactantius de sapient . cap. 10. informs us , that the Head was the Image of a Bull , therefore they did worship him as the Aegyptians did their Apis ; for they did mightily rejoyce and feast themselves when it was made . It seems they intended ( says Gautruchius , speaking of this ) to adore God in the outward and visible representation of a Bull , or of a Calf , according to the custom of the Aegyptians ; therefore they did not say To morrow there shall be a Festival to Apis , Osiris , or Isis , the Gods of Egypt ; but to the Lord. So that they were so impious , as to ascribe the Sacred Name of God , to this shameful Image . The Hebrews tell us , that the Generation of such as were so prophane at this time , had yellow Beards growing on their faces , in remembrance of that foul sin which their fore-Fathers were so forward to commit in the Wilderness . Page 31. line 8. Than Patriarchs buried ere Deucalion . In the time of Deucalion , Son of Prometheus King of Thessaly , there was an universal Deluge , that totally destroyed all living Creatures , but only himself and his Wife Pyrha . They replenished the Earth again by casting stones over their shoulders ; being ordered to ●ling their Parent● Bones behind them , which they presently imagined to be the Earth . This Deluge , and another that hapned in the time of Ogyges King of Thebes , are the most remarkable in the Writings of the Poets . This Deucalion is commended for his Piety and Justice , and is said to have built the first Temple to the Worship of God. It is plain by the circumstances mentioned in the Poets , that this Fable is borrowed from the truth of the Scripture ; and who ever compares the relation of the Flood of Deucalion in Apollodorus , with that in the Scripture , might easily render Apollodorus his Greek , in the Language of the Scriptures , only changing Greece into the whole Earth , and Deucalion into Noah , Parnass●us into Ararat , and Iupiter into Iehovah . On the same account the Athenians attribute the Flood to Ogyges ; not that the Flood of Ogyges and Deucalion were particular and distinct Deluges , but as Deucalion was of the eldest memory in Thessaly , so was Ogyges at Athens ; and so the Flood , as being a matter of remotest antiquity , was on the same account in both places attributed to both these . See Dr. Stillingfleet Orig. sacrae , p. 587. Page 31. line 13. Thus like the Web Penelope had spun . Penelope was the chast Wife of Vlysses , who when her Husband was gone to the Wars , being extreamly importuned by several who were enamoured of her , and almost in danger to be forced to a compliance , desired she might have only so much respit granted her , as whereby to finish a piece of silk she had then in the Loom : which being permitted , she , to protract time , undid in the night , what she had ●one in the day ; and so delayed them , till such time as her Husband Vlysses came home . Page 35. line 5. He 's kept like Bajazet within the rule Of those who only please by ridicule . Bajazet was a proud and haughty Emperor of the Turks , who being overcome by Tamberlain the great Cham of Tartary , he carried him about in an Iron Cage , and made use of him as a footstool to get up upon his Horse . Page 35. line 15. Myriads to see the cruel Lictors rack A wretched Bessus or Ravilliac Bessus was that traiterous President of Bactria , who having inhumanely Murdred his Master King Darius , and expecting his reward from Alexander the Great , had it by being torn in pieces between two Trees , his Limbs being fastned to the Branches , which were forcibly bent down , and then with a suddain spring let slip again . — or Ravilliac . Ravilliac was that horrible villain who Murdered Henry the Fourth of France , one of the most glorious Princes of Europe ; Stabbing him in his Coach , in the midst of all his Guards . But as he was an exquisite villain , so he had an exquisite punishment , having his hand first burnt off by the wrist , with which he performed that execrable act ; he had his flesh pull'd off from several parts of his body with burning pincers ; Gantlets of scalding oil clapt upon the hand and stump that was remaining , together with Boots fill'd with the same Liquor upon his Legs : having these Torments o●t repeated ; and over as he fainted , revived again with Cordials that were at hand , wher●by to be able to endure his Torments the longer . After all this , to put a final conclusion to his hated life , he was torn in piec●s by four Horses . Page 38. line 9. — Their great Diana to atone . It was the custom of those of Scythia Taurica , by the Laws of the Country , to condemn all Strangers who were found within the borders of the Province , to be sacrificed upon the Altar of Diana ; unto whom nothing but Humane Victims were offered . Page 42 , line 9. Hydra's within these dark recesses dwell , And dread Chimaera's , which no Pen can tell . Hydra was a Serpent bred in the Lake of Lerna , which had Seven heads , with these qualifications ; when one was cut off , several others would spring up in the room of it . It was d●stroy'd by Hercules . — Chimaera's . Chimaera was a Monster that vomited Fire and Flame ; having her Head like a Lion , her Middle like a Goat , and her Tail like that of a furious Dragon . Page 43. line 1. At length Despair comes in with Gorgon-head . Phor●ys , a Sea-god , had three Daughters called Gorgones , whereof one of them , to wit , Medusa ( though heretofore a Beauty ) having committed Fornication with Neptune in Minerva's Temple , had her Hair changed into Snakes ; whereof the Looks alone were so horrible , that they caused every one that viewed them , to be turn'd into Stone . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Non. Dionys. lib. 25. vers . 81. Page 44. line 6. But how should they wilde Pastorals rehearse , Quite banish'd from the sight o' th' Universe ? They may be said to be wild , either from their simplicity and plainness , ( as not wanting those adornments , or requiring those high flights of Phancy , as the Lyrick and Heroick ) or from the Authors of them , being conversant only with wild and rustick prospects ; or ( indeed more properly in this place ) from the latitude of a Pastoral Poem , taking in the Eglogue , Georgick , and Bucolick ; as also by the reason of th● Antithesis , the Prisoner being con●ined to so small a compass , and that taking in so large a Hemisphere . Page 44. line 17. When yellow Ceres does guild o're the field . Ceres was the Mother of Proserpina , who was carried aw●y and ravish'd by Plu●o , when she went abroad upon Mount Aetna in Sicily to gather Flowers . Ceres hearing of her misfortune , travelled all over the World to seek after her : and at that time taught men to Sow , to Manure the ground , to Reap , and change their Food of Acorns into that of Bread. For that reason she was worshipped as the Goddess of Corn. Page 45. line 1. When plump Pomona — Pomona was the super-intendent Goddess over Orchards . Page 45. line 16. Like Dorick manly , or like Lydian soft . The Dorick Mood consisted of sober slow-tun'd notes , had its name from Doria a civil part of Greece , near Athens ; and being grave and solemn , moveth Sobriety and Godliness , exciting a kind of Heavenly Harmony , whereby the mind is lifted up from the regard of earthly things , to those Celestial joyes above . — Or like Lydian soft The Lydian Mood was used to solemn Musick too , being fitted to sacred Hymns and Anthems , or spiritual Songs ; it had its derivation from the famous River in Lydia called Pac●olus , and the winding retrograde Meander ; representing thereby , the admirable variety of its musical sounds : allaying the passions , and charming the Affections into a sweet and pleasing temper . Page 45. line 17. Enrag'd they strove the Phrygian fierce to strike . The Phrygian Mood was a more warlike and couragious kind of Musick , expressing the Musick of Trumpets and other instruments of old , exciting to Arms and activity ; as Almains , and the like . This Mood hath its derivation from Phrygia ( a Region bordering upon Lydia and Caria . ) Many Historians have written of its rare effects in warlike preparations . But the Story of Ericus the Musician passes all , who had given forth that by his Musick he could drive Men into what Affections he listed ; and being required by Bonus King of Denmark to put his skill in practice , he with his Harp , or Polycord Lyra , expressed such effectual Melody and Harmony , in the variety of changes in several Keys , and in such excellent Fugs and Spiritual Airs , that his Auditors began first to be moved with some strange passions ; but ending his excellent Voluntary with some choice fancy upon this Phrygian Mood , the Kings passions were altered , and excited to that height , that he fell upon his most trusty friends which were near him with his 〈◊〉 , for lack of another Weapon : which the Musician perceiving , ended with the sober and solemn Dorique , which brought the King to himself , who much lamented what he had done . This is recorded at large by Cran●zius , lib. 5. Daniae , cap. 3. and by Saxo-Grammaticus , lib. 6. Hist. Dan. Page 46. line 1. Their minds too low , Pindarick heights to gain , Nor can their sickly , and enfeebled vein , E're hope to reach the Dithyrambique strain . The Pindaricks were a peculiar sort of Verse , L●●ty , Copious , and Vehement ; with odde turns , and surprising Transitions : of which Pindar was the first Author , and alo●e had a Genius fit to manage . Horace himself ( who was the great●st Master among the Latins of the Lyrick Poesie ) does account it a very daring enterprise for the boldest to undertake . The Dithyrambique was a species of it ; or at leastwise , a sort of Verse which Pindar o●t made use of , in the composure of those Stanza's : for indeed strictly taken , they were peculiar in the Orgies or Solemnities they paid to Bacchus ; but however , that they were sometimes admitted into the Pindaricks , we have the testimony of Horace . Fervet , immensumque ruit profundo Pindarus ore . Laurea donandus Apollinari , Seu per audaces nova Dithyrambos Verba devolvit , numerisque f●rtur Lege solu●is . Page 46. line 8. Dismal as Nero's when unto his Lyre , He sung Troy's fate , and set whole Rome on fire . Nero set Rome on fire , and then plaid upon his Harp the Destruction of Troy. It continued burning seven days . He aft●rwards fathered the conflagration upon the Christians . See Suetonius . Page 46. line 10. Mournful as Ovid's when to Pathmos Isle . Ovid was banished to the Isle of Pathmos , for his being suspected to have debauched Iulia the Daughter of Augustus . Page 47. line 10. But a mishapen Foetus forth was brought . Foetus is the Embryo , or Child in the Womb. Page 48. line 5. The Bards of old compos'd their well-tun'd Lore , And the discerning Druids sung of yore . The Bards and Druids were the antient Poets ▪ Lawgivers , and Philosophers of this Island ; especially the latter . These Druids had their peculiar seat in the Isle of Man ; they took their name from the Greek word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , which signi●ies an Oak ; they having no other publick Schools in which they read their learned Lectures , than Oaken Groves . Page 48. line 14. But does like Memnons Statue vocal prove . Memnon was the Son of Tithonus and Aurora , who went to the Trojan War to the assistance of Priam , and was there chalenged into the field , and kill'd by Achilles , in a single fight ; at which loss Aurora was extreamly afflicted ; wherefore when his Body was in the ●f●mes upon the Pile , she changed him into a Bird. The Egyptians , to honour his valour , did dedicate unto him a bra●en Statue ; of which it is reported , that when it was visited with the beams of the Morning-Sun , it appeared extreamly pleasant , and yielded a grateful Harmony to the Ears . Page 49. line 4. O mystical Antiperistasis . An Antiperistasis is , where there is a repulsion on every part ; whereby either heat or cold is made more strong in it self , by the restraint of the contrary . Page 49. line 6. What fam'd Collyrium better to the sight . Collyrium is an Ointment appropriated to the cure of sore Eyes . Page 51. line 5. From their retreats , these must their concourse own ; Had they not been , no Cities had been known . The deepest o' th' Foundations e're was laid , Was dug by Poets in a rural shade . They in their r●tiremen●s found not onely the Laws of Moral Prudence and Policie , but were the first who gave the hints of the Mathematical Sciences ; as Aratus , Lucretius , Marcus Manilius , do abundantly testifie : for being naturally contemplative , they could not dully view the Heavens without considering the Motions both of the Planets and Stars : nay , they were so far from being idle Speculators , that they were the first who distinguished them into Cons●●llations , and Canopy'd the skies with Tap●stry of their own making . Neither did they stick in this part of the Mathematicks alone , but gave the rules of Measure and Proportion . Virgil descends so low , as to do it in the very niceties of a Plough , Harrow , Spade , and several other rural instruments , There is scarce a Pillar in the Orders of Building , but has a considerable piece of Poetry in the very structure of it . The rusticity and meanness of the Tus●an , may be compared to a plain Country Man , who goes unadorned , and with no other cloathing than what serves either to cover his nakedness , or keep off the injuries of the weather . The profuse and luxurious delicacy of the Corinthian , comes very near the garb and meen of a nice and spruce Courtier , adorned with all his habiliments to fit him for the Presence . The Dorique has the similitude of a robust and strong Man , such as an Hercules might be , whom we never represent but on his bare feet ; Bases being no ways proper to this Order . The Ionique is composed after the Module of a Feminine Beauty , to which we may suit all the rest of its parts ; as the Voluta's of the Capital , to the mode of the Head-tire and Tr●sses of Womens hair ; the Vivo or shaft of the Column , to their aiery and delicate shape . The fluitings and chanelling , to the plaits of their Robes ; and the Base , to the buskin'd ornament of their legs and feet . No doubt where there is so sweet a contexture and harmony , the Poet had as great a share in the raising of it , as the Carver , if not the guiding of his hand ; and consequently may be said to have had the leading stroke in the building of the most August Cities . Page 51. line 9. They taught the World civility : from thence Each future Corporation did commence . In the elder times , when Men first began to creep out of Barbarism , especially among the Greeks , all the Philosophy and instruction they had was from their Poets , and was all 〈◊〉 in Verse . Which Plutarch de Pyth. 〈◊〉 . not only confirms , but particularly instanceth in Orphe●s , Hesiod , Parmenides , Xenophanes , Empedocles , and Th●les ; and hence Horace de arte Poetica , of the Ancient Poets before Homer , — fuit haec sapientia quondam Publica privatis secernere , sacr● profanis : Concubitu prohibere vag● : dare jura maritis : Oppida moliri : leges incidere ligno . Sic honor & nomen divinis Vatibus , atque Carminibus venit . Hence , as Heinsius observes , the Poets were anciently called 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . and the antient Speeches of the Philosophers containing matters of Morality , were call'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . For the novelty and pleasingness of Poetry , did presently insinuate it self into the minds of Men , and thereby drew them to a venerable esteem , both of the persons and practices of those who were the Authors of them . Thus Orpheus was exceedingly acceptable to the people for his skill in Musick and Poetry ; which the Thracians and Macedonians were much delighted with : from which arose the Fable of his drawing Trees and wild Beasts after him , because his Musick and Musical Poems , had so great influence upon the civilizing that people , who were almost grown rude through Ignorance and Barbarisme : and so Horace explains it . Sylvestres homines sacer interpresque Deorum Coedibus , & victu foedo d●t●rruit Orpheus ; Dictus ob hoc lenire Tigres , rabidosque Leones . He was called by the Mythologists the Son of Calliope , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , says an antient Scoliast upon Hesiod , as the inv●●●●r of Po●ti●●l Elegancy , and the sacred Hymns which were made to the Gods , which the old Romans called Assamenta . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Aristophanes in his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . The Romans when they invaded us , confess what power the Druids and Bards had over the peoples affections , by recording in Songs the deeds of Heroick spirits ; their Laws and Religion being sung in Tunes , and so without Letters , transmitted to posterity ; wherein they were so dextrous , that their Neighbours came hither to learn it . Page 51. line 13. And our first Tutors Groves by Storge's own . That is , so far our first Tutors as they were objects that gave occasion of contemplation to our fore-fathers , from whose brains the better part of what we have of Learning is derived . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifies an ingenite Love , a natural Affection , such as is between Parents and Children , from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 diligo . Page 51. line 17. Boscage within each Chamber must be shown . Boscage is any piece of Sculpture or Painting , the main part of which consists in the representation of thick Woods , shady Groves , dark Grots , &c. Page 52. line 2. The grand Corinthian with its beauteous shade . Mr. Evelin in his parallels of Architecture , gives this account of it out of Vitr●vius ▪ A Virgin of Corinth being now grown up , fell sick and dyed : the day after her Funerals , her Nurse having put into a Basket certain small Vessels and Trifles , with which she was wont to divertise her self whilst she lived , went out and set them upon her Tomb ; and lest the air and weather should do them any injury , she covered them with a Tyle : now the Basket being accidentally placed upon the root of an Acanthus or great Dock , the herb beginning to sprout at the spring of the year , and put forth leaves , the stalk thereof creeping up along the sides of the Basket , and meeting with the edges of the Tyle ( which jetted out beyond the Margin of the Basket ) were found ( being a little more ponderous at the extreams ) to bend their tops downwards , and form a pretty kind of natural Voluta . At this time it was that the Sculptor Callimachus ( who for the d●licaten●ss of his work upon Marble , and gentileness of his invention , was by the Athenians surnamed Catatechnos ( that is to say , Industrious ) passing near this Monument , began to cast an eye upon this Basket , and to consider the pretty tenderness of that ornamental Foliage , which grew about it ; the manner and form whereof so much pleas'd him for the Novelty , that he shortly after made Columns at Corinth resembling this Model , and ordained its Symmetries , distributing afterwards in his Works Proportions agreeable to each of its other Members , in conformity to this Corinthian Mode . Page 55. line 1. But sighing mourns the lost Apollo's rays , And dire remove to the dead sticks from Bays . His being removed from sporting among the green and flourishing Trees , and confin'd to a Cage made of their wood . Page 55. line 10. Which like Pandora's box , contagions powre . By the order of Iupiter , Pandora went to Epime●heus with a box full of Evils and Diseases , as a present from the Gods : as soon as he had opened it , to see what was in it , they flew abroad , and scattered and dispersed themselves into all parts and corners of the Earth . Page 55. line 18. From whose first hot embraces Tagus run . Tagus is a River , whose sand is reported to have a great deal of Gold mixt with it . It springs in Celtiberia at the foot of the Mountain Sierra di Molina , and running by Toledo and Lisbon , empties it self into the West Ocean . Page 56. line 3. Sink steep Potosi , and thy teeming Womb. Potosi is a Mountain stor'd with the richest Mines of all the Western Indies . Page 56. line 11. Great Montezeuma might refresh his Ghost . Montezeuma was that great and August Emperour of Mexico , who was ignominiously and basely put to death by the Spaniards , having been first racked to confess where his Treasure lay ; which , notwithstanding all the severity of his Torments , he could never be brought to discover ▪ Page 56. line 12. The Tlaxcallans were one of the most valiant and warlike people in the Northern parts of America : they , after a stout resistance , and many intreaties , did assist Ferdinando Cortez against the Mexicans , and were a main help to him in reducing that potent Empire ; for which they to this day enjoy several Priviledges from his Catholick Majesty above the rest of their Neighbours . Page 56. line 13. Peru's dread Ynca is alive might see , The Victors progency more slaves then he . Ynca was a general Title to the Emperours of Peru , as Caesar to the Roman , Sophy and Sultan to the Per●ian , Grand Seigneur to the Turk , &c. FINIS . ERRATA . PAge 4. line 6. read Fearless of an Attachment to be made . p. 11. l. 2. for And all our reason , read And our best reason . p. 11. l. 11. for Hopes often quasht and sunk , read Hopes quash'd , and well nigh sunk . p. 12. l. 3. for Breast , read Breasts . p. 12. l. 9. read property . p. 13. line 11. for Python , read Typhon p. 19. l. 1. blot out are , and for the Greek 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 it should b● in the R●man Character Hyle . p. 19. line 5. read Such opiates their lethargick liquors prove . p. 27. line ● . read Or in long durance and restraint be kept . p. 28. l. 8. read From whence his rayes he might reflected view . p. 28. l. 12. for All the Rascals , read All the train still . p. 29. Blot out the two first Verses . p. 31. l. 1. for to , read doe ▪ p. 32. the Lines 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16. should have been omitted . p. 46. l. 1. for to , read too . p. 79. l. 30. for none , read done . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A34639-e130 I Consider them at that time to be in a state of subjection to Mankind , but not Captivity : they being no more infringed of their liberty , than those who being governed by wholesome Laws , may be said to loose their Title of Freemen . I deny not but Man was their Superiour , and had dominion over them ; but which way he should have occasion to exercise that Authority , in his state of Innocence , so far as to infringe them of their liberty , I cannot well imagine . For he stood not then in fear of the fiercest , they having neither will nor power to molest him ; neither did the most shy and wild shun his society : so that he might have a fair prospect of them , without cooping of them up , or putting an inclosure about them . Man had no occasion for their service , neither in Peace nor War , neither for Pleasure nor Profit ; neither to till the Ground , the Earth yielding all things abundantly , of its own accord ; nor yet in War , there being no grounds for enmity in that state of Innocencie ; neither for Pleasure , except●ng what delight and satisfaction he might receive from the view and contemplation of the wonderful variety , symmetry and proportion of their parts ; but as for that of Hunting and ensnaring of them , he had no cause for it , he having no need of them fo● food , nor yet wanted so ●lender a pastime , having more noble diversion from the exercise of his own mind . Profit he could make none of them , nothing being then to be done that turned towards gain , there being no ●●ars of either Want or P●nury . There was no use to be made of them for Clothing , he then having no need of it , either for ornament or necessity ; nor for Food , for we suppose him not in that state to have ever prey'd upon any of them : he was more tempted with the Fruits of the field , than the Beasts of it ; and though he knew his own Authority , would never exercise it in the way of Cruelty . He knew not then what Death was himself , and therefore we may suppose him never to have attempted to deprive another of life ▪ But this is too nice a speculation to be handled in this place : however , I am apt to believe , we now use a greater cruelty towards them , than we are able to maintain ; and there will be found but few that are merciful to their Beast . Caveamus ne nimis superbe de nobis ipsis sentiamus , quod fieret non modo si quos limites nobis nulla cognitos ratione , nec divina revel●tione , mundo vellemus e●●ingere , tanquam si vis nostra cogitati●●●s , ultra id quod à Deo revera factum est ferri posset ; sed etiam maxime si res omnes propter n●s solos , ab illo creatas esse fingeremus . Renat . Descartes , in his Principles of Philosophy , the Third part . They have no opportunity of viewing new Objects , and consequently of having a larger field wherein to expand themselves in their praises to the Almighty , for his wonderful Works in the Creation ; and therefore can go no further in that part of their Devotion , than in their reiterated praises to God , for those Objects they have already seen . Men are apt to revolve in their thoughts the memory of those lost pleasures they have not a fair prospect of suddainly enjoying ; nay , to put a greater estimate upon them , than they themselves would do in other circumstances , where they might opportunely be had . Thus we may easily imagine , their Confinement to a dark abode , their conversation with uncouth and sordid Objects , must re-call into their mind those glorious ones , of which heretofore they have had the opportunity of a free view ; and why not the Sun or Moon , as well as any other ? — by the dim Charcoals shade . Painted upon the w●ll with Charcoal ; that place scarce affording any better pencil . The cost of guilding them with his beams . Most Prisons are of the Dorique Order . This Order representing Solidity to us , as its specifick and principal quality . We ought not to employ it ( says Vitruvius ) but in great massie Buildings and Edifices of the like nature ; as , for Ports of Citadels , and Fortresses of Towns , the outside of Churches or publick places , and the like . Where the delicateness of the ornament is neither convenient nor profitable ; forasmuch as the Heroique and Gigantick manner of this Order , does excellently well in those places , discovering a certain Masculine and natural Beauty , which is properly that the French call la grand Maniere . See Mr. Evelins parallels of Architecture . — Tablature . The Architrave , Freeze , and Cornice , taken altogether , is called the Entablateur . — With Triglyph grac'd . The Triglyph is an inseparable ornament of the Dorique Freez . The word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Greek , imports a three-sculptur'd piece , quasi tres habens Glyphas ; they were made in imitation of Apolo's Harp. The Island of Delos built a very famous Temple to him , in memory of his Birth in that place , of the which th●re was in the time of Vitruvius some vestigia's remaining ; and in this it was , that the first Triglyphs were made in the form which we now behold them , representing the figure of an antique Lyre , of which Instrument this God hath been the Inventor . The Metopa's were generally in the figures of Oxes heads ▪ the word is fetched from the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or forehead of th● beasts , whose sculls remaining after the sacrifices , were usually carved in the Intervals between the Triglyphs . — entice his stay . He seems to be induced to it by the ●ight of a Frontispiece , like that of his Temple , adorn'd with his Lyre , and the reliques of his Sacrifices : for here be his Trophies ; — Hic illius arma , hic currus . Vitruvius , and several of the Moderns since him , mention the original of this Order . The Inhabitants of a certain City of Peloponnesus nam'd Carya , having made a League with the Persians against their own Nation the Greeks , after the rout of the Persians , were afterwards Besieged by the Conquerors , and so barbarously saccag'd , that putting every Man to the Sword , consuming the City to ashes , and carrying the Women away Captive , their vengeance being not yet extinct , they resolved to eternize their resentment , by causing publick Edifices to be erected , wherein for a mark of the servitude of these Captives , they engraved their Images instead of Columns , that so they might overwhelm them likewise under the weight of the punishment which they had merited by the guilt of their Husbands , and leave an everlasting memory thereof to future ages . See Mr. Evelins parallels of Architecture . The mind when it is distracted , over-burden'd , and sunk down by many troublesome and anxious thoughts , vents it self in a thousand several little whimseys , which give a present ease and diversion ; like Opiates , that may allay an immediate pain , though not cure the disease . In the various fermentations of thoughts , it works up into those bubbles of phancy , which are as it were the scum and froth of a turbulent and unquiet Soul. Typhon was one of the Gyants who made War against the Gods , whom Iupiter overcame with his Thunder-bolts , and imprisoned under Mount Aetna . Among most of the Asian Territories , the Elder Son when he comes to the Crown , either puts to death , or imprisons all his younger Brothers , the better to secure his Throne , and to prevent all Conspiracies and Mutinies that might otherwise be made against him . Bellisarius was a great Captain under the Emperor Iustinian , who after he had been eminently succes●ul in his Victories over the Persians , Goths and Vandals , was by the malice of some envious detractors , not only turned out of his Princes favour , and deprived of his ●ight , but reduced to that extream penury , that he was forced to beg by the way-side , the Alms and Benevolence of those passengers that travell'd by , and with miserable accent crave their assistance , in these mournful words : Date obolum Bellisario , viator , quem Invidia , non Culp● caec●vit . There were two Por●als , from whence all Dreams were said to proceed ; the Horny , and the Ivory . The Phantastick , Melancholy , and Chimerical , came forth at the Ivory Gate ; the coherent and true , at the Horny . Verderius in his Book de Imaginibus Deorum , gives this reason for the allusion : The true ones are said to proceed from the Horny , rather than the Ivory , because , if it be not cut out into over-great proportions of thickness , it is always clear and transparent ; but Ivory cut into never so small pannels , let it be shaved to the utmost thinness , it is always dark and opaque . I choose the later for their dreams to proceed from , as being generally agreeable to their thoughts in the day-time , phantastical , cloudy , and incoherent . As those Vestals , when the Sacred Fire was out , were shut ●p in dark Cells and Vaults ; so is he , his flames being extinguished ; and if his Creditors prove merciless , may probably undergo the same fate too , pine to death for want of convenient Food . For Vesta was the Goddess of Elemental Flame ; and in the innermost part of her Temple , was a fire suspended in the air in pots of earth , kept always alive by the Vestal Virgins . When it hapned by some misfortune to be extinct , some fearful accident did immediately follow to the Roman Empire ; therefore they did punish the Virgins by whose negligence the fire did go out , in a very cruel manner ; being condemned to be buried alive with water and bread : they underwent the same punishment also , if they lost their Virginity , which they were to keep thirty years . Instead of his Children , which used to accompany with him , and are compared to the fruitful branches of the Olive , he is surrounded with bare and naked Walls , rusty Bars , and dismal Bolts . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lampas vitae , the vital flame or innate heat , to wit , that animal fire , which by the help of the plastick virtue , being first kindled in the Colliquament , and afterwards in the blood , shines and burns in the heart , as in its proper Focus : and from thence , together with the blood and spirits by the Arteries every way diffused and spread abroad , it heats , cherishes , and enlivens all the parts of the body . We live no longer than this Vestal fire is preserved and maintained in the Altar of the Heart ; that being either suf●ocated , or by the want of fewel extinct , we immediately dye . Hippocrates calls it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ignis ingenitus ; Aristotle , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Accensio animae in corde . All Passion is created by something a more than ordinary motion of the Blood and Spirits . Now we suppose our Prisoner by having either his thoughts continually fixed upon sad objects , or by want of those preparatives , by way of due Meats and Drinks , which may aptly animate the blood , to have it almost stagnate in his veins , and he thereby rendred insensible in a manner either of pain or pleasure ; and so has by an unfortunate necessity , reduced himself to that temper , which the Stoicks so much endeavour to be Masters of , and brag of when attained ( if ever such things were ) namely an Apathy , a total conquest over all the Passions , and a perfect unconcernment at , or in the utmost pain or pleasure . The word is from 〈◊〉 privi●iv● , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 passio . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the sleep of the Soul. There were some of an opinion , that after death the Soul lay in a deep sleep , a state of perfect silence and inactivity , till the day of judgment ; of whom Dr. More in his Antipsychopannychia , Canto 1. Stanza 5. Has then old Adam s●orted all this time , Vnder some senseless clod with sleep y'dead ? And have those flames that steep Olympus climbe Right nimbly wheeled o're his heedless head So oft in heaps of years low buried ? Stanza II. For sure in vain do humane Souls exist After this life , if lull'd in listless sleep , They senceless lie wrapt in eternal mist , Bound up in foggy clouds that ever weep Benumming tears , and the Souls centre steep With deading liquors , that she never minds , Or feeleth ought thus drench'd in Lethe deep , Nor misseth she her self , nor seeks nor finds Her self : this mirksome state , all the S●uls actions binds . Stanza III. latter end . That 'twixt this sleepy state small difference You 'll find , and that Men call mortality . Plain Death 's as good as such a Psycopannychi● . There is another opinion too of the sleep of the Soul , which seems to be fram'd out of that dream of the Stoicks , concerning the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of the World after the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thereof ; to wit , that when at the firing of the World , the force of that fatal Conflagration has wearied the afflicted Ghosts , as well of evil Daemons as wicked men , into an utter recess from all matter , and thereby into a profound sleep ; that after a long series of years , when not only the fury of the fire is utterly ●lack'd , but the vast Atmosphere of smoak and vapours , which was s●nt up during the time of 〈◊〉 ●arths Con●lagration , has returned back in copious showers of rain , that Nature recovering thus to her advantage , and becoming youthful again , and full of genital salt and moisture , the Souls of all living Creatures shall in due order awaken and revive in the cool rorid air . Which expergefaction into life , is accompanied , say they , with propensions answerable to the resolutions they made with themselves , in those fiery torments , and with which they fell into their long sleep . The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of the Platonists , is no more than a congeries of corporeity , the faeces and dregs of Matter , with which , when the Soul is so clog'd and burden'd , that she is overwhelm'd in sensuality , and cannot operate as she ought , she is said to be plung'd into ▪ Plotinus defines this Hyle to be 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , the essence of evil , and the first or original Evil : and having given a reason of that perplexing question , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ; what is the first Origin of Evil in the World , he writes thus ; 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . That the World is mixt of Intellect , and Necessity ; and that those things which come from God are Good ; but the Evil , are from that antique nature which is call'd Hyle . Plotinus , Ennead . 1. lib. 8 cap. 7. But nearer that to Hyle things do dive , They are more pent , and find much lesser room . Thus sensual Souls do find their righteous doom , Which Nemesis inflicts , when they descend From heavenly thoughts , that from above do come To lower life , which wrath , and grief attend , And scorching lust that do high honour blend ▪ See Dr. Moores Poems . Neither does this account of the origin of Evil ( as is objected by some ) make Matter to be essentially evil , nor the existence of evil natural and necessary : for if the Soul be so careless and negligent as to yield and stoop to its sluggish inclinations , it becomes the voluntary cause of its own evil . To be separated from , and debar'd the freedome of conversation with Relations , Friends , and acquaintance , though inhabiting in the same street , or adjacent ones ; to be restrained from all the profits , delights , and advantages that accrew to those who are members of a Corporeity , is worse than a Banishment , where the want of those benefits is the better born , because not expected . Their Coaches hurry through the noted Gates of the City ; which generally being strong , are made use of , as well for the custody of Prisoners , as the preservation of the City . Amidst a populous City , that abounds in all varieties of delights , and which might have been a proper sphere of pleasure to them , as well as their Neighbours , but for some unhappy turns of Fortune which has reduced them to this state . Either from their windows or Battlements , if their Prisons are built so high , as most of the Gates are . The Persians adored Apollo or the Sun , in the figure of a Lion , Crown'd with a Diadem , holding the horns of an Ox in his paws . They called him Mithra , and actually worship'd him at his rising ; preserving a sacred Fire in honour of him in their Temples . Though several Nations did adore Diana or the Moon , y●t the most noted place where she was Worshipped , was Ephesus , where she had a Temple erected , as some think , by the Amazons ; a work of so stupendious a grandeur , that there was spent above two hundred years in finishing of it ; all Asia contributing to this inestimable expence . It was environed with a twofold range of Columns , in form of a double Portico : It was in length 420 foot , upon 200 pillars , all of Marble ; 70 foot in heighth , when it was burnt by Erostratus , who set it on fire , that his name might be rendred famous , having no other means to get renown , but by this wicked deed : whereupon , the Ephesians strictly commanded that none should offer to mention his Name upon pain of death . Oceanus was the Son of Coelum and Vesta ; his Effigies was much like that of the Rivers ; a Man of a prodigious size , with great horns upon his head . The●is was his Wife , and Goddess of the Sea. The Sea-Divinities had their Temples usually adorn'd with the spoils of many Naval Victories . Athos was a great Mountain scituated between Macedonia and Thrace , so vast , that it cast a shade even to the Island of Lemnos . Olympus was another stupendious Mountain , between Macedonia and Thessaly , now called Lacha ; of that height , that the Poets often made use of it to express Heaven by ; and to Iupiter himself , they gave the Title of Olympius . They were both ador'd as Divinities . The Indians Worshipt any thing that was monstrous , as vast Mountains , cragg'd and precipitous Rocks , over-grown Trees and Plants ; thinking some Divinity in all those productions which were not obvious or common . See Bry's America . Things that are great and vehement , people are subject to suspect they rise from some supernatural cause ; insomuch that the Wind cannot be more than ordinarily high , but they are prone to imagine the Devil raised it . So rude Antiquity conceived a kind of Divinity in almost any thing that was extraordinary great . Whence some have worshipped very tall Trees , others large Rivers ; some a great Stone or Rock ; others , some high and vast Mountains : whence the Greeks confound Great and Holy , in that one word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that signifies both . And the Hebrewes , by the Cedars of God , the Mountains of God , the Spirit of God , and the like , understand high Cedars , great Mountains , and a mighty Spirit or Wind. Dr. More in his Tractate of Enthusiasm , Sect. 16. The River Nilus was represented in the shape of a Man with a great many little Children swarming about him ; which was to represent the fertility and increase which was caused throughout all the Land by the ove●-flowing of his banks . Those who actually worshipped the Sun , Moon , Seas , Rivers , Mountains , Trees , &c. b●ing here debar'd the ●ight of them , could not pay their adorations to them : but those who Worshipped those objects that might be procur'd , as the Aegyptians their Garlick and Onyons , they might indeed b● devout , where the others could not , either in their due supplications , or apt Sacrifices . That they did most sordidly adore these Plants , we have not only the testimony of Histo●ians , but Poets too . Porrum & Cepe n●fas violare & frangere morsu , O sanctas Gentes qui bus haec nascuntur in hortis Numina — Says Iuvenal , wittily Satyrical upon them . But surely in the time of the Israelites the Aegyptians either had not then consecrated , or had else lately degraded their Garlick and Onyon-Divinities : for the Israelites are upbraided for their longing after them . And Histories report , that the chief food of those who built the Pyramids , was from those Herbs , of which they compute with a great deal of care the expence which that food alone yearly amounted to . Priapus was the most impure and shameless of all their Gods : He was also the God of Mariners and Gardens . His lap was full of Flowers and Fruits , an Emblem of Fertility ; and he was painted naked , as all the other Gods and Goddesses of Love. He was sometimes named Mut● , Orneates , Lampsachus , Pammyles ; by which you may partly ghess at his qualifications . — To Cloacina s●nd . Cloacina was the Superintendent over Vaults and Privies ▪ The Romans had increased the number of their Divinities to that excess , that not only all the Perfections and Vertues of the Soul , but even the Vices were adored as so many Goddesses : witness their Dea Murica , the Goddess of La●iness ; their Dea Laverna , the Protectress of Thieve● and Robbers , who us'd to divide the spoil in the Woo● where her Temple was erected , and were therefore called Fures Lavermone● . All publick places both in Country and City had their Deities , even to the very common shoars ▪ Ev●ry part of a mans Life : the Infant had his Dea Cumin● and Rumina , Goddesses that lookt to the Child in the Cradle , and assisted it to suck . The new-married Couple had their Deus Pater Subigus , Dea Mater Prema , Dea Viriplica , Dea Pertunda , &c. Nay , every Affection of the Minde and Disease of the Body was honoured as a Deity ; such were Pavor and Pallor , Aius , Locutius , whose Statue gave the Romans notice of the coming of the Gauls . Ridiculus was another ; Tempestas , Febris , Vicepota , and Vulturnus Deus , &c. And as the Romans did enlarge their Dominions , they admitted all the Gods and Goddesses of strange Nations into their City . Beelzebub the Lord of Flies was a God of Ek●on in Ph●nicia , a City of the Philistines . Some have imagined this name to be imposed upon him by the Israelites , because in the Sacrifices that were offered unto him , his Priests were tormented with swarms of Flies . Now in the Sacrifice of the true God , there was not a Fly to be seen , as several learned Rabbies , and after them Scaliger , have taken notice . Some think him the same with Iupiter : for Iupiter is often stiled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Muscarius , or the driver away of Flies , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , the killer of Flies ; because the Flies are creatures formed by his immediate Agency , or because the Sun by whose heat also such Beings are produced , seem to have been committed , before the Apostacy of the Angels , to the power of him that is now the chief of the Devils . The Earth being concern'd for the imprisonment of her Sons the Titans by Iupiter , brought forth most terrible Giants , and dreadful Monsters , and sent them to besiege Heaven , and drive him from thence . For that intent they had their Rendezvous in Thessaly , in the midst of the Plegrean fields , where it was resolved by them to raise one Mountain upon another , and thus to make an easie ascent into Heaven . Among the Besiegers was Enceladus , Briareus , &c. but more especially Typhon , who did excel all those Monsters both in bigness of body and strength : he was said with his Head to reach the Heavens , and that he could stretch from the Northern to the Southern Pole. He was half a Man and half a Serpent , as many of the rest were ; and continually belched forth fire and flame , which struck such a terror into the rest of the Gods that came to the assistance of Iupiter , that they betook themselves to a shameful flight , running into Aegypt , where they changed themselves into the forms of several Beasts and Herbs , that so they might pass undiscovered , and avoid his fury . See Galtruchius , and Verderius de Imag. Deorum . Sp●y●x was a Monster sent by Iuno to plague the City of Thebes : it took up its station not far off , and proposing Aenigmatical questions to those that pass'd by , tore in pieces all that could not resolve them : which made the City almost desolate ; insomuch that Creon , who succeeded Laius in the Throne , promised to quit his claim to the Crown , and give Iocasta the Widow of Laius , in Marriage to him that could resolve them . For the Oracle had declared , that the City could not be freed from this mischief , till one could be found out who could give the right meaning to this Riddle of the Sphynx ; Which was the Creature that in the Morning did walk on four feet , at Noon on two , and in the Evening on three ? Which Oedipus did , telling them , It was Man , which in his infancy scrambled and crawled about upon all four , like a Beast ; In his Manhood , march'd stedfastly upon his legs , without any other support . But in his old and declining age , made use of a staff , which was as it were a third foot to assist him . Upon the resolution of the Riddle , the Monster violently beats himself to pieces against a Rock , and so delivers the Countrey from their fears and danger . Some report that this Sphynx was a Robber , and that the Ambages of his Riddle were the windings and turnings of a rockie Mountain , where he had seated himself to rob the passengers that went to and fro near Thebes . The Aegyptians did consecrate their greatest solemnities to the God Apis , or S●rapis ; which was an Ox , bearing upon his hide some particular marks : he was to live a certain number of years , and then the Priests did drown him in the River Nilus , and all the Land did mourn and lament for his death , until another was found with the same marks about him , which caused an universal rejoycing throughout the whole ●ountry ; exprest by all manner of Sports , Revellings , and Banquets . Ovid alludes to this in his Fastorum . Et comes in pompa Corniger Apis erat . As also Tibullus . Barbara Memphiten plangere docta Bovem . The Golden Calfe which the Israelites did make in the Wilderness , was in imitation of this God. Lactantius de sapient . cap. 10. informs us , that the Head was the Image of a Bull , therefore they did worship him as the Aegyptians did their Apis ; for they did mightily rejoyce and feast themselves when it was made . It seems they intended ( says Gautruchius , speaking of this ) to adore God in the outward and visible representation of a Bull , or of a Calf , according to the custom of the Aegyptians ; therefore they did not say To morrow there shall be a Festival to Apis , Osiris , or Isis , the Gods of Egypt ; but to the Lord. So that they were so impious , as to ascribe the Sacred Name of God , to this shameful Image . The Hebrews tell us , that the Generation of such as were so prophane at this time , had yellow Beards growing on their faces , in remembrance of that foul sin which their fore-Fathers were so forward to commit in the Wilderness . In the time of Deucalion , Son of Prometheus King of Thessaly , there was an universal Deluge , that totally destroyed all living Creatures , but only himself and his Wife Pyrha . They replenished the Earth again by casting stones over their shoulders ; being ordered to ●ling their Parent● Bones behind them , which they presently imagined to be the Earth . This Deluge , and another that hapned in the time of Ogyges King of Thebes , are the most remarkable in the Writings of the Poets . This Deucalion is commended for his Piety and Justice , and is said to have built the first Temple to the Worship of God. It is plain by the circumstances mentioned in the Poets , that this Fable is borrowed from the truth of the Scripture ; and who ever compares the relation of the Flood of Deucalion in Apollodorus , with that in the Scripture , might easily render Apollodorus his Greek , in the Language of the Scriptures , only changing Greece into the whole Earth , and Deucalion into Noah , Parnass●us into Ararat , and Iupiter into Iehovah . On the same account the Athenians attribute the Flood to Ogyges ; not that the Flood of Ogyges and Deucalion were particular and distinct Deluges , but as Deucalion was of the eldest memory in Thessaly , so was Ogyges at Athens ; and so the Flood , as being a matter of remotest antiquity , was on the same account in both places attributed to both these . See Dr. Stillingfleet Orig. sacrae , p. 587. Penelope was the chast Wife of Vlysses , who when her Husband was gone to the Wars , being extreamly importuned by several who were enamoured of her , and almost in danger to be forced to a compliance , desired she might have only so much respit granted her , as whereby to finish a piece of silk she had then in the Loom : which being permitted , she , to protract time , undid in the night , what she had ●one in the day ; and so delayed them , till such time as her Husband Vlysses came home . Bajazet was a proud and haughty Emperor of the Turks , who being overcome by Tamberlain the great Cham of Tartary , he carried him about in an Iron Cage , and made use of him as a footstool to get up upon his Horse . Bessus was that traiterous President of Bactria , who having inhumanely Murdred his Master King Darius , and expecting his reward from Alexander the Great , had it by being torn in pieces between two Trees , his Limbs being fastned to the Branches , which were forcibly bent down , and then with a suddain spring let slip again . — or Ravilliac . Ravilliac was that horrible villain who Murdered Henry the Fourth of France , one of the most glorious Princes of Europe ; Stabbing him in his Coach , in the midst of all his Guards . But as he was an exquisite villain , so he had an exquisite punishment , having his hand first burnt off by the wrist , with which he performed that execrable act ; he had his flesh pull'd off from several parts of his body with burning pincers ; Gantlets of scalding oil clapt upon the hand and stump that was remaining , together with Boots fill'd with the same Liquor upon his Legs : having these Torments o●t repeated ; and over as he fainted , revived again with Cordials that were at hand , wher●by to be able to endure his Torments the longer . After all this , to put a final conclusion to his hated life , he was torn in piec●s by four Horses . It was the custom of those of Scythia Taurica , by the Laws of the Country , to condemn all Strangers who were found within the borders of the Province , to be sacrificed upon the Altar of Diana ; unto whom nothing but Humane Victims were offered . Hydra was a Serpent bred in the Lake of Lerna , which had Seven heads , with these qualifications ; when one was cut off , several others would spring up in the room of it . It was d●stroy'd by Hercules . — Chimaera's . Chimaera was a Monster that vomited Fire and Flame ; having her Head like a Lion , her Middle like a Goat , and her Tail like that of a furious Dragon . Phor●ys , a Sea-god , had three Daughters called Gorgones , whereof one of them , to wit , Medusa ( though heretofore a Beauty ) having committed Fornication with Neptune in Minerva's Temple , had her Hair changed into Snakes ; whereof the Looks alone were so horrible , that they caused every one that viewed them , to be turn'd into Stone . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Non. Dionys. lib. 25. vers . 81. They may be said to be wild , either from their simplicity and plainness , ( as not wanting those adornments , or requiring those high flights of Phancy , as the Lyrick and Heroick ) or from the Authors of them , being conversant only with wild and rustick prospects ; or ( indeed more properly in this place ) from the latitude of a Pastoral Poem , taking in the Eglogue , Georgick , and Bucolick ; as also by the reason of th● Antithesis , the Prisoner being con●ined to so small a compass , and that taking in so large a Hemisphere . Ceres was the Mother of Proserpina , who was carried aw●y and ravish'd by Plu●o , when she went abroad upon Mount Aetna in Sicily to gather Flowers . Ceres hearing of her misfortune , travelled all over the World to seek after her : and at that time taught men to Sow , to Manure the ground , to Reap , and change their Food of Acorns into that of Bread. For that reason she was worshipped as the Goddess of Corn. Pomona was the super-intendent Goddess over Orchards . The Dorick Mood consisted of sober slow-tun'd notes , had its name from Doria a civil part of Greece , near Athens ; and being grave and solemn , moveth Sobriety and Godliness , exciting a kind of Heavenly Harmony , whereby the mind is lifted up from the regard of earthly things , to those Celestial joyes above . — Or like Lydian soft The Lydian Mood was used to solemn Musick too , being fitted to sacred Hymns and Anthems , or spiritual Songs ; it had its derivation from the famous River in Lydia called Pac●olus , and the winding retrograde Meander ; representing thereby , the admirable variety of its musical sounds : allaying the passions , and charming the Affections into a sweet and pleasing temper . The Phrygian Mood was a more warlike and couragious kind of Musick , expressing the Musick of Trumpets and other instruments of old , exciting to Arms and activity ; as Almains , and the like . This Mood hath its derivation from Phrygia ( a Region bordering upon Lydia and Caria . ) Many Historians have written of its rare effects in warlike preparations . But the Story of Ericus the Musician passes all , who had given forth that by his Musick he could drive Men into what Affections he listed ; and being required by Bonus King of Denmark to put his skill in practice , he with his Harp , or Polycord Lyra , expressed such effectual Melody and Harmony , in the variety of changes in several Keys , and in such excellent Fugs and Spiritual Airs , that his Auditors began first to be moved with some strange passions ; but ending his excellent Voluntary with some choice fancy upon this Phrygian Mood , the Kings passions were altered , and excited to that height , that he fell upon his most trusty friends which were near him with his 〈◊〉 , for lack of another Weapon : which the Musician perceiving , ended with the sober and solemn Dorique , which brought the King to himself , who much lamented what he had done . This is recorded at large by Cran●zius , lib. 5. Daniae , cap. 3. and by Saxo-Grammaticus , lib. 6. Hist. Dan. The Pindaricks were a peculiar sort of Verse , L●●ty , Copious , and Vehement ; with odde turns , and surprising Transitions : of which Pindar was the first Author , and alo●e had a Genius fit to manage . Horace himself ( who was the great●st Master among the Latins of the Lyrick Poesie ) does account it a very daring enterprise for the boldest to undertake . The Dithyrambique was a species of it ; or at leastwise , a sort of Verse which Pindar o●t made use of , in the composure of those Stanza's : for indeed strictly taken , they were peculiar in the Orgies or Solemnities they paid to Bacchus ; but however , that they were sometimes admitted into the Pindaricks , we have the testimony of Horace . Fervet , immensumque ruit profundo Pindarus ore . Laurea donandus Apollinari , Seu per audaces nova Dithyrambos Verba devolvit , numerisque f●rtur Lege solu●is . Nero set Rome on fire , and then plaid upon his Harp the Destruction of Troy. It continued burning seven days . He aft●rwards fathered the conflagration upon the Christians . See S●●●onius . Ovid was banished to the Isle of Pathmos , for his being suspected to have debauched Iulia the Daughter of Augustus . Foetus is the Embryo , 〈◊〉 Child in the Womb. The Bards and Druids were the antient Poets ▪ Lawgivers , and Philosophers of this Island ; especially the latter . These Druids had their peculiar seat in the Isle of Man ; they took their name from the Greek word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , which signi●ies an Oak ; they having no other publick Schools in which they read their learned Lectures , than Oaken Groves . Memnon was the Son of Tithonus and Aurora , who went to the Trojan War to the assistance of Priam , and was there chalenged into the field , and kill'd by Achilles , in a single fight ; at which loss Aurora was extreamly afflicted ; wherefore when his Body was in the ●f●mes upon the Pile , she changed him into a Bird. The Egyptians , to honour his valour , did dedicate unto him a bra●en Statue ; of which it is reported , that when it was visited with the beams of the Morning-Sun , it appeared extreamly pleasant , and yielded a grateful Harmony to the Ears . An Antiperistasis is , where there is a repulsion on every part ; whereby either heat or cold is made more strong in it self , by the restraint of the contrary . Collyrium is an Ointment appropriated to the cure of sore Eyes . They in their r●tiremen●s found not onely the Laws of Moral Prudence and Policie , but were the first who gave the hints of the Mathematical Sciences ; as Aratus , Lucretius , Marcus Manilius , do abundantly testifie : for being naturally contemplative , they could not dully view the Heavens without considering the Motions both of the Planets and Stars : nay , they were so far from being idle Speculators , that they were the first who distinguished them into Cons●●llations , and Canopy'd the skies with Tap●stry of their own making . Neither did they stick in this part of the Mathematicks alone , but gave the rules of Measure and Proportion . Virgil descends so low , as to do it in the very niceties of a Plough , Harrow , Spade , and several other rural instruments , There is scarce a Pillar in the Orders of Building , but has a considerable piece of Poetry in the very structure of it . The rusticity and meanness of the Tus●an , may be compared to a plain Country Man , who goes unadorned , and with no other cloathing than what serves either to cover his nakedness , or keep off the injuries of the weather . The profuse and luxurious delicacy of the Corinthian , comes very near the garb and meen of a nice and spruce Courtier , adorned with all his habiliments to fit him for the Presence . The Dorique has the similitude of a robust and strong Man , such as an Hercules might be , whom we never represent but on his bare feet ; Bases being no ways proper to this Order . The Ionique is composed after the Module of a Feminine Beauty , to which we may suit all the rest of its parts ; as the Voluta's of the Capital , to the mode of the Head-tire and Tr●sses of Womens hair ; the Vivo or shaft of the Column , to their aiery and delicate shape . The fluitings and chanelling , to the plaits of their Robes ; and the Base , to the buskin'd ornament of their legs and feet . No doubt where there is so sweet a contexture and harmony , the Poet had as great a share in the raising of it , as the Carver , if not the guiding of his hand ; and consequently may be said to have had the leading stroke in the building of the most August Cities . In the elder times , when Men first began to creep out of Barbarism , especially among the Greeks , all the Philosophy and instruction they had was from their Poets , and was all 〈◊〉 in Verse . Which Plutarch de Pyth. 〈◊〉 . not only confirms , but particularly instanceth in Orphe●s , Hesiod , Parmenides , Xenophanes , Empedocles , and Th●les ; and hence Horace de arte Poetica , of the Ancient Poets before Homer , — fuit haec sapientia quondam Publica privatis secernere , sacr● profanis : Concubitu prohibere vag● : dare jura maritis : Oppida moliri : leges incidere ligno . Sic honor & nomen divinis Vatibus , atque Carminibus venit . Hence , as Heinsius observes , the Poets were anciently called 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . and the antient Speeches of the Philosophers containing matters of Morality , were call'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . For the novelty and pleasingness of Poetry , did presently insinuate it self into the minds of Men , and thereby drew them to a venerable esteem , both of the persons and practices of those who were the Authors of them . Thus Orpheus was exceedingly acceptable to the people for his skill in Musick and Poetry ; which the Thracians and Macedonians were much delighted with : from which arose the Fable of his drawing Trees and wild Beasts after him , because his Musick and Musical Poems , had so great influence upon the civilizing that people , who were almost grown rude through Ignorance and Barbarisme : and so Horace explains it . Sylvestres homines sacer interpresque Deorum Coedibus , & victu foedo d●t●rruit Orpheus ; Dictus ob hoc lenire Tigres , rabidosque Leones . He was called by the Mythologists the Son of Calliope , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , says an antient Scoliast upon Hesiod , as the inv●●●●r of Po●ti●●l Elegancy , and the sacred Hymns which were made to the Gods , which the old Romans called Assamenta . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Aristophanes in his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . The Romans when they invaded us , confess what power the Druids and Bards had over the peoples affections , by recording in Songs the deeds of Heroick spirits ; their Laws and Religion being sung in Tunes , and so without Letters , transmitted to posterity ; wherein they were so dextrous , that their Neighbours came hither to learn it . That is , so far our first Tutors as they were objects that gave occasion of contemplation to our fore-fathers , from whose brains the better part of what we have of Learning is derived . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifies an ingenite Love , a natural Affection , such as is between Parents and Children , from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 diligo . Boscage is any piece of Sculpture or Painting , the main part of which consists in the representation of thick Woods , shady Groves , dark Grots , &c. Mr. Evelin in his parallels of Architecture , gives this account of it out of Vitr●vius ▪ A Virgin of Corinth being now grown up , fell sick and dyed : the day after her Funerals , her Nurse having put into a Basket certain small Vessels and Trifles , with which she was wont to divertise her self whilst she lived , went out and set them upon her Tomb ; and lest the air and weather should do them any injury , she covered them with a Tyle : now the Basket being accidentally placed upon the root of an Acanthus or great Dock , the herb beginning to sprout at the spring of the year , and put forth leaves , the stalk thereof creeping up along the sides of the Basket , and meeting with the edges of the Tyle ( which jetted out beyond the Margin of the Basket ) were found ( being a little more ponderous at the extreams ) to bend their tops downwards , and form a pretty kind of natural Voluta . At this time it was that the Sculptor Callimachus ( who for the d●licaten●ss of his work upon Marble , and gentileness of his invention , was by the Athenians surnamed Catatechnos ( that is to say , Industrious ) passing near this Monument , began to cast an eye upon this Basket , and to consider the pretty tenderness of that ornamental Foliage , which grew about it ; the manner and form whereof so much pleas'd him for the Novelty , that he shortly after made Columns at Corinth resembling this Model , and ordained its Symmetries , distributing afterwards in his Works Proportions agreeable to each of its other Members , in conformity to this Corinthian Mode . His being removed from sporting among the green and flourishing Trees , and confin'd to a Cage made of their wood . By the order of Iupiter , Pandora went to Epime●heus with a box full of Evils and Diseases , as a present from the Gods : as soon as he had opened it , to see what was in it , they flew abroad , and scattered and dispersed themselves into all parts and corners of the Earth . Tagus is a River , whose sand is reported to have a great deal of Gold mixt with it . It springs in Celtiberia at the foot of the Mountain Sierra di Molina , and running by Toledo and Lisbon , empties it self into the West Ocean . Potosi is a Mountain stor'd with the richest Mines of all the Western Indies . Montezeuma was that great and August Emperour of Mexico , who was ignominiously and basely put to death by the Spaniards , having been first racked to confess where his Treasure lay ; which , notwithstanding all the severity of his Torments , he could never be brought to discover ▪ The Tlaxcallans were one of the most valiant and warlike people in the Northern parts of America : they , after a stout resistance , and many intreaties , did assist Ferdinando Cortez against the Mexicans , and were a main help to him in reducing that potent Empire ; for which they to this day enjoy several Priviledges from his Catholick Majesty above the rest of their Neighbours . Ynca was a general Title to the Emperours of Peru , as Caesar to the Roman , Sophy and Sultan to the Per●ian , Grand Seigneur to the Turk , &c. A36760 ---- New poems, songs, prologues, and epilogues never before printed / written by Thomas Duffett ; and set by the most eminent musicians about the town. 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LONDON : Printed for Nicholas Woolfe at the End of Breadstreet , next to the Red Lion in Cheap-side . 1676. With Permission . Roger L'Estrange . September 30. 1675. THE DEDICATION TO CELIA . THe suff'ring SouldiEr , that with sliGhted pray'r , Has Often sought His just Arrears of war , Shows his Maim'd boDy to the gazing Croud , ProclAims his services and Wants aloud ; Is pity'D and whEne'r the story 's nam'd , The valour 's prAis'd , and the iNjustice damn'd ; So all by whoM Amintor'S Love is read , Will praise his Faith and blaMe the cruel Maid . While by this Name secuR'd , more close tO veil YouR blushing guilt , Against your self yoU rail ; PerhaPs the fRequeNt cheat may Make you kind , And with your language Change yOur cruel miNd . Strong NatUre does LovEs secret Paths oRdain , But Pow'rful custom doeS o're NAture reign . And those coMplaints wHich singly wanted Art , May thus unitEd , melt yoUr fRosen heart . Swift time maY bring the blessings Chance deny'd , And we May glory in thoSe cHains we hide . Pardon mY daring hope 's — And do Not what your Beauty mAde despIse ; If to onE soaring thought — My faNcy rise , It Was inspir'd — By Celia's ch Arming eyeS . T. D. TO THE READERS . I. You gentle Readers , whose lost coyn and time , Are richly paid with warbling Tune and Rime , Look up — my gingling Bells begin to chime . II. Like sated wenchers , when the charge comes on ▪ Don't the poor suff'ring Lass disown , That you gallanted so about the Town . III. Fierce Criticks , that Amboyna Justice Act , By whom each Line 's to horrid postures rackt ; Write what you 'd have me say , I 'll own the fact . IV. I 'm harden'd in my errours and should be , As known Buffoons are , from correction free , Your witty malice would be lost on me . V. The old debauch , still boldly walks the street , Lifts his half nose and shakes his palsy'd feet , While modest sinners fly from all they meet . VI. Yet fear not , Mr. Woolfe , the Book will go , When Nature's fairest works neglected grow . Monsters maintain the Master of the show . NEW POEMS , Songs , Prologues and Epilogues . Song to the Irish Tune , I. SInce Caelia's my foe , To a Desart I 'll go , Where some River For ever Shall Eccho my woe : The Trees shall appear More relenting than her ; In the morning Adorning Each leaf with a tear . When I make my sad mone To the Rocks all alone , From each hollow Will follow Some pitiful grone . But with silent Disdain She requites all my pain , To my mourning Returning No answer again . II. Ah caelia adieu , When I cease to pursue , You 'll discover No Lover Was ever so true . Your sad Shepherd flies From those dear cruel eyes , Which not seeing His being Decaies , and he dies . Yet t is better to run To the Fate we can't shun , Then for ever To strive , for What cannot be won . What ye gods have I done , That Amyntor alone Is so treated And hated For Loving but one . The Complaint . ONe Saint with equal and impartial ears , The Vows of many sev'ral sinners hears : Nor is she to the first that Pray'd , most kind , The truest Zeal , does still most pity find . As many Lovers to your shrine repair , At your bright Eyes to offer up their Pray'r ; But with unequal pity you reward , True Vows are scorn'd , while Hypocrites are heard . So persecutions on the faithful wait , While the Apostate thrives in every State. Perhaps my suff'rings must your power shew , Love , like Religion must have Martyrs too . Once more for mercy to your feet I fly ; Alas I cannot change , and would not die : No Saint in th' other World will pity shew , To one that never thought their Worship due , Nor ever Pray'd to any Saint but you . Song set by Mr. Marsh junior . COme all you pale Lovers that sigh and complain , While your beautiful Tyrants but laugh at your pain ; Come practice with me To be happy and free , In spight of Inconstancy , Pride or Disdain . I see , and I Love , and the Bliss I enjoy , No Rival can lessen , nor envy destroy . My Mistriss so fair is , no Language or Art , Can describe her Perfection in every part , Her meen's so Gentile , With such ease she can kill : Each look with new passion she captives my heart . I see , &c. No Rival , &c. Her smiles the kind message of Love from her Eyes , When she frowns 't is from others her Flame to disguise , Thus her Scorn or Spight I convert to delight , As the Bee gathers Hony where ever he flies . I see , &c. No Rival , &c. My Vows she receives from her Lover unknown , And I fancy kind answers although I have none . How Blest should I be If our Hearts did agree ! Since already I find so much Pleasure alone . I see , and I Love , and the Bliss I enjoy , No Rival can lessen , nor Envy destroy . To Madam M. H. MAdmen we pity , though their crimes we hate , And lay the guilt on their too rigid Fate . Rob'd by your Eyes of Reason and of Sense ▪ Your Beauty may excuse my great offence . He that does seriously of sins Repent , Unto the Gods appears as Innocent ; Never was Penitence more true than mine , Then Pardon me , for you are all Divine . Conditional Love. THe sad unhappy Merchant that beholds A late tempestuous Ocean gently smile , While yet each Wave his wrackt Estate infolds , And seems to Triumph o're the wealthy spoil : Stands shivering 'twixt hope and fierce despair , He fain would hazard all he has once more , At once his many losses to repair ; But first his Cargo does at home ensure : So does the sad Fidelio doubting stand , While fair Miranda's sparkling eyes he sees , Longing to have the Jewel in his hand , But loth to trust his heart to Loves false Seas . Insulting Fortune , and deluding Love , So often have betray'd my easie heart , Their fairest shows my Faith can hardly move , From the remaining stock of peace to part . Yet would I pay an age of sighs and pain , Pass all the storms by Fortune rais'd or Art , If you 'd ensure I should at last obtain Th' unvalu'd Treasure of your Love and Heart , Let not my Passion be misunderstood , To make Conditions does it strength evince : The Valiant Souldier that has lost his blood , And after been neglected by his Prince ; Though all his heart 's with war and glory fill'd , Till his reward 's assur'd the battle flies , That done , none goes more boldly to the field , None lives more faithful or more bravely dies . To Francelia . IN cruelty you greater are , Then those fierce Tyrants who decreed , The Noblest prisoner ta'n in war , Should to their gods a Victim bleed . A year of pleasures and delight , The happy prisoner there obtain'd , And three whole daiese'r deaths long night , In pow'r unlimited he reign'd . To your Victorious Eyes I gave My heart a willing Sacrifice ; A tedious year have been your slave , Felt all the pains Hate could devise . But two short hours of troubl'd Bliss , For all my suffrings you restore ; And wretched I must die for this , And never never meet you more : Never , how dismally it sounds ! If I must feel eternal pain , Close up a while my bleeding wounds , And let me have my three daies reign . On a Rose taken from Francelia's Breast . I. POor hapless Emblem of Amyntors Heart , Thy blooming Beauty 's overcast ; Deep shades of grief seem to o'respread each part , Yet still thy fragrant sweets do last . II. Thou wer 't not , when my dearest Nymph is kind , In all thy Pride so Blest as I , She gone my wounded heart thy fate does find , So does it droop , and so will die . III. What joyful blushes did thy leaves adorn ! How gay ! how proudly didst thou swell ! When in Francelia's charming Bosom worn , That Paradise where Gods would dwell . VI. O had my heart thy happy place possest , It never had from thence been torn , But like a Phoenix in her spicy nest , It still should live and ever burn . V. No wonder thy perfume so near thy death Still lasts , though thy Vermilion's gone , Thy sweets were borrow'd from her sweeter breath , Thy fading colour was thy own . VI. See how my burning sighs thy leaves have dry'd , Where I have suck'd thy stol'n sweets , So does the am'rous youth caress his Bride , And print hot kisses on her lips . VII . Hadst thou ungather'd fall'n , among the rest Lost and forgotten thou hadst been , Thou hadst not flourish'd in Francelia's brest , Nor been the Subject of my Pen. VIII . Amber dissolv'd and beaten Spices smell , That Gold is valu'd most that 's prov'd , Coy beauty 's lost , but lasting fame will tell Their praise that love and are belov'd . Song set by Mr. Marsh senior . THe spring with fresh beauties hath drest up each field , And the gardens with sweets and soft musick are fill'd , The Birds pretty notes to new pleasures invite , And Nature herself appears young with delight ; Sad Strephon sees this , but can be no partaker , His Nymph is unkind and he cannot forsake her . Amidst all these glories I walk like a shade , And adore the bright Nymph by whose Eyes I 'm betray'd ; Each moment her shape to my fancy appears , I sigh , and I court her to stay with my tears . But when my imbraces their pris'ner would make her , Francelia flies off and I cannot o'retake her . Asleep I am happy , for then she seems kind ▪ But some God that does Envy the Blessings I find : The imbraces , the smiles , O the joys in extream , 'T is Heav'n to have her , though but in a dream . Disturbs my short sleep that from me he might take her , And then she 's unkind , yet I cannot forsake her . Great Love , whose high power we strive with in vain , Let her share in my sighs , or give me her disdain ; Shew her all the delights of a mutual flame , The greatness and truth of my Passion proclaim . One Arrow of thine to Loves joys would awake her , And when my Nymph's kind I will never forsake her . To Francelia . LOve without hope of Pity who can bear ? Consuming fire-brands in his Bosom wear ? Always endure Diseases of the mind , Still forc'd to seek what he must never find ? Pardon me Madam , for I must complain , Sure you may hear , though not relieve my pain . Those that a glorious Martyrdom pursue , When certain and eternal joy's in view ; On their Tormentors cruelty complain , And sigh aloud in the beloved flame : The short liv'd fires that round their bodies roul , Soon end their griefs , but leave their Spirits whole ; Love ever burns the never dying Soul. Condemn'd to death without hopes of reprieve , What they no more can keep with ease they give , I bleed and die for you ev'n while I live . If Love 's requited with such rigid fate , What tortures can you find to punish Hate ? Ah Francelia ! If in your heart I ne'r must gain a room , At least be cunning in the cruel doom : Your eyes from your too charming eyes I took , My first deep wound was conquer'd with a look . O let me read that fair condemning book , 'Till I have gaz'd away my panting breath , I 'd give the world to dy so sweet a death . Alas ! In vain I sigh , in vain I rave , Like drowning men in vain my hands I wave , And cry to one that can but will not save ; As thirsty Trav'lers in a sandy plain , Call to the scorching Sun for help in vain , Which drinks all moisture up but sends no rain . When friends or bus'ness for my presence stay , Love and Francelia call another way ; My feet move on , my thoughts are fix'd on her , Dreaming of kindness I shall never hear ; I know not how , for what , or where I run , Till at the window I behold my Sun ; In vain the envious Casement's shut , alas , The daz'ling Jewel sparkles through the Case , Like beautious Pictures through a Crystal glass : Swifter then Lightning it consumes my heart , Leaving no marks on the exterior part . At last , at last be kind , O do but prove The charming sweets of a successful Love. Why should dull custom or cold fear prevent Pleasures so sweet , and Joys so innocent ? What e'r the World pretends to you or me , Francelia and Amyntor still are free . Must I not see you ? Why will you create Laws more severe , than Virtue , Man or Fate ? If at your feet I wait your lov'd command , And breath my Soul in kisses on your hand , While thousand Beauties in your eyes do shine , And raise as many smiling joys in mine , To heat your speech , while pleasure stops my own ; Then sigh and wish that you were mine alone . Where is the Crime ? Virtue all this has taught , But if you hate me , — O that dismal thought , It Stabs — my pen falls from my trembling hand , My heart beats faintly , all my Spirits stand . If still your Servant you with hate pursue , Let me receive my doom from none but you ; And like a Christian Lover , my last breath Shall praise and pardon her that caus'd my death . Song set by Mr. Staggins . To the Tune of Augusta . FRancelia's heart is still the same , Cold and hard as Winters morning , Round her Love is ever burning , Yet no Sighs or Frowns can ever Warm her Ice , or cool my Feaver . So much I think and talk of her , That ev'ry Grove and Stream can name her ; All the Nymphs and Ecchos blame her : If she keeps her cruel fashion , Only death can ease my Passion . All the Arts that Lovers have , All the Vows , and all the anguish , All the looks with which I languish , Move not her to any feeling ; Beauty takes delight in killing . A Rant against the God of Love. I. THou damn'd perpetual peevish folly , Curse of a quiet life , Father and Child of lazy Melancholy , Author of publick care and secret strife , Expensive ruine , everlasting cheat , Belov'd consumption of the great , Plague of the poor : Son of a salted frothy Whore ; Whose Emblematick birth , Foretold her mischiefs to the misbelieving Earth ▪ II. So rotten and so base The Embryo was , The Gods in Heav'n and Earth ▪ could find no place Impure enough for such vile Midwifry , But drenched it in the Worlds sink , the Sea ; There by the rapid motion , And the briny pickle of the Ocean , Which like a sickly Stomach , strove To disembogue the Potion On the resisting Rocks , who drove The Poyson back again Into the troubl'd main : Preserv'd from dissolution , It became The Queen of Beauty , Lust and Shame . III. Thy lawless Sire , Compos'd of Rapine , Blood and Fire . God of destructive Rage , and War ; Lean Poverty and Desolation , are The Blessings which do fall from his vainglorious Car. With horrid slaughter all imbru'd , With Curses and with hate pursu'd , He Venus woo'd : The Union of this matchless pair , Of Rash and Brave , Lustful and Fair , Produc'd this most accomplish'd Heir ; An Off-spring for such Parents fit , Eternal Moth of Treasure , Peace and Wit. The Excuse . TRansports of Passion cannot be withstood , Therefore are pardon'd by the wise and good . Anger in misbecoming language flies , And o're the kindest Friends would Tyrannize . Enlarging joyes like swelling Torrents roul , All prudent caution from the fearless Soul. And griefs contracting pain benumbs each sense , Driving the care of life and safety thence . What then should be forgiv'n to o●e that 's fill'd With Love , to which all other Passions yield ? And what compassion should that Lover gain , Whose heart at once all Passions did sustain ? When I my dear Francelia sought to meet , I saw her trouble , and I griev'd to see 't ; Yet intervals of joy did grief o'repow'r , To be so near that Beauty I adore : Then storms of rage my trembling heart did seize , That I should injure whom I 'd die to please . Armies of diff'rent thoughts at once possest , Conquer'd and chang'd the purpose of my brest ; But Love , resistless Love , whose slave I am , Hurrid'd me on , and ev'ry stop o'recame . When rapid flame some petty house surrounds , Th' amazed owners fear no death or wounds , But flighting all concerns of pain or health , Fly through fire to save a little wealth . Loves raging flame on all my Vitals preys , And ev'ry part insensibly decays . And can you , Madam , think it much that I Should for relief to th' Crystal Fountain fly ? O pardon me , and I 'll no more contend , But like a Willow bow to ev'ry wind . And all your blasts of Scorn and Anger bear , Until my Suff'rings do the Tempest tire , Or by my fall the great example prove , Of endless Cruelty and matchless Love. Song set by Mr. Smith . LIberty , Liberty ! Reason and Love are at War , No more on wild Passion I 'll wait , Or cringe to an upstart despair , The Creature of idle conceipt . Draw up my thoughts , let Shame the Fight begin , Charge to the heart , O let not Hope get in , 'T is Loves Heroe , if that appear in his defence , A thousand thousand reasons cannot force him thence . Victory , Victory ! Love the Usurper is fled , His Flames and his Arrows are spent , The toys by which Fools are misled , To adore what themselves do invent . The thing appears that did support his cause ▪ How pale she looks that to my heart gave Laws ! The Nymph's vanish'd , set are the Suns that made me blind , And only Woman , vain weak Woman 's left behind . Phillida , Phillida ! What 's of my Goddess become ? O where is the shape and the Meen , Whose presence has oft struck me dumb , Whose beauty I thought all Divine ? As in the dark to one o'recome by fear , Deformed shapes and sprites seem to appear . The fond Lover strange wonders in his Nymph does find , When all the Charms are in his own deluded mind . To Madam R. P. REason and Love , their ancient feud laid by , Equally strive to raise your power high , Beauty , Loves never failing dart in you , Exceeds all praise , and does all hearts subdue . Cupid in ev'ry careless smile is drest , Kindling a fire in the beholders breast . And Reason , if the slave don't straight submit , Proclaims your Virtue and Victorious Wit ; Love give the charge , and Reason strengthens it . Alas what heart can make resistance , where Youth , Beauty , Wit and Virtue do appear ? Gratitude to Fidelia . THe Frantick Zealot who to Bliss aspires , On Racks of care and mortifi'd desires , Mistakes the way , by blind devotion driv'n ; Your favours lead me to a sweeter Heav'n . As Souls of Lovers murther'd with despair , Do hover still where their fair Tyrants are . On you I waited till your kind reprieve Rais'd my long buri'd hope , and made me live . Eternal blessings your great favour pay , Delights unclouded , Joys without allay : Fate ever smiling like perpetual day . In extasies of pleasing thought I see , Divine Fidelia smiling bow to me . Each hour my Soul recals the Bliss and then , Languishing dies , till I enjoy 't agen . If one short beam of hope such raptures move , Ah! what would my ador'd Fidelia's Love ? Fidelia . With strugling Doubts and dying Hopes opprest , My heart is wandring in a Sea of fire . I see , but cannot reach the port of rest , Forc'd back by Storms of fear and fierce desire . No happy Star , but Fair Fidelia's Eyes Can change the Scene of my decaying state , And turn this Tempest to a Paradise ; Beauty commands all hearts and conquers fate . Loves greatest pleasure to his stupid foes , Seems childish folly in a grave disguise , So sacred Worship to the Atheist shows , Who 's dully blest and ignorantly wise . Those that Religion for brisk Wit deny , And slight sweet Love for Wine or flattering mirth , Are cheated with false pleasures , while they fly The Bliss of Heav'n , and greatest joys on Earth . One smile to me from my Fidelia's Eye , Is more then Kings can give , or Empire buy . The Mistake . I. ALas how short ? how false and vain ? Are the uncertain joys of man , But O how true ? how fixed are His restless pain ? His certain grief and never ceasing Care ? The Trees that bend with flakes of Snow , Spring will adorn with verdant Leaves . The Fruitful Grain that buried lyes , In joyful Blades again shall rise And grow , To pay the Rusticks pain with golden Sheaves . But man , poor wretched man , Once in Loves boundless Ocean launch'd , no more Returns again to joys forsaken shore . II. By flatt'ring hope deceiv'd , For what is wish'd is soon believ'd ; Francelia's favour like a chearful Sun , I thought on her Amyntor shone , Which swell'd my joys to such a wild extreme , I made an Idol of each daz'ling beam . Pardon my easie Faith , O fond deluded Soul , 'T was but a waking dream , Thy comforts vanish'd but thy grief is whole . III. Rivers by Ebbing Waves left dry , Returning Tides as swiftly fill ; The Vally that does lowest lie , Ends at the rising of a Hill. All things to change do swiftly hast , A welcome light Succeeds each night ; Only my Passion and my Pain must last , Since my Francelia's rigid doom is past . Confin'd as sinners are in Hell , I see with Envy , where the Happy dwell . Deep Lakes and rugged way , My passage stay ; But Ah how soon , That weak defence should down , Were it not guarded by my Angels frown ! IV. Mistaken Hope , be gone , Wait on the Happy and the Fair , To whom thy cheats are yet unknown , Let sad Amyntors fate alone ; Thy fading smiles increase despair , Without a murmur or an alter'd face , My unrelenting fate I will imbrace . So close my fire shall be confin'd , I will not trust the whisp'ring wind . My Sighs shall Fan the Flame and feed the smart , Till it consume my rash despised heart ; Then one short grone shall fix a lasting date , To this long difference of Love and Hate , Unless our present thoughts attend our future state . That point I 'll leave to those that here are blest ; Souls with neglected Love and Grief opprest , Can find no greater Hell by seeking Rest. Mine to discover seats of Bliss or Woe Would freely goe , Were it assur'd Francelia though too late , Would sigh and say she was ingrate , A Love so True deserv'd a kinder Fate . Song set by Mr. Marsh senior . DOwn with this Love that has made such a pother , This Jack with a Lanthorn that leads us a round , Till with dull Marriage we cheat one another , For joys that do vanish as soon as th' are found . Repent , ye proud Nymphs , for your tricks shall not pass , We 'l change no more Gold and good Stones for your Glass . While so severely you rail at the pleasure , And kill the poor Lover that 's at your command , Like Doctors you turn your heads from the treasure , But , O how you grasp what is put in your hand . Repent , &c. We 'l change , &c. When the short minute we sigh'd for , is over , The Nymph is more brisk and more kind than before , But how dejected and dull is her Lover , To find all his Passion can purchase no more . Repent , &c. We 'l change , &c. The Resolve . I. FOrtune , I scorn thee now , Thou hast not left one dart , To move my harden'd heart , Or cloud my smiling brow . Like cunning Tyrants , thy severest pain Thou keptst till last : It racks my Soul , but yet I 'll not complain . When this short fit is past , I 'll never Love nor Grieve again . II. Thou canst not any mighty conquest boast , For had I never won , I had not lost ; Then we are even , And after this , What ever comes amiss Or well , I 'll take as sent from Heaven . Thou art no more with me A Deity . Chance , Fortune , Fate , y' are all but empty names , Since fair Francelia thus the War proclaims . Love , Joy , Grief , who Lord it so o're slaves , hence I 'm down , but from my fall , I 'll rise above you all , Shake off your Chains , and be in thought a Prince . III. Ah Francelia must I never ? Curse on my fond heart , It heaves and pants still loth to quit the pleasant smart , Thou shalt submit or break , Swell on , I 'll never speak , Nor look , nor write , nor think , nor hope , nor fear . Be wise , my heart , thou canst not hers subdue , She loves already , none can well love two . Hate all the World since th' art despis'd by her : Or if thou ever canst again Be sensible of Joy or Pain , Rejoyce thou wer 't not poorly slain , But by a Beauty which o're all does reign : Rejoyce that thou lov'dst her alone , And though thy service she disown , Yet pitty her that can adore A man that loves a hundred more . O're one small Province to command alone , Is sweeter than to share a mightly Throne . Song set by Mr. Staggins . WHy should we e'r Beauty fade , Slaves to care and age be made , Since our flying youth can no more be had . Where Love and Mirth do call , let 's go And crop new joys each minute as they grow ; Tomorrows fate there 's none can know . Let 's sing and laugh sad thoughts away , Mirth shall rule the active day , And the night to raptures of Love we 'l pay . Thus should youth in pleasures reign ; And gods that cannot put on Earth again , Shall wish for such delights in vain . To the King on his Birth-Day . 1675. Song set by Mr. Staggins . GReat Love and mighty War be gone , With all your flatt'ring charms and glorious noise . A nobler theme our Art imploys , A theme for gods to think upon . Let the glad sound , Which our voyces deliver , Rebound To the Hills , from the River , Thence to the Sky Let the shrill Eccho fly . On the winds nimble wing , Round the Earth let her run , Like the rays of the Sun , That all may rejoyce for the life of the King. Chorus . O how blest is the day that your birth has made great ! And how happy , how happy are we that do see 't ! While we offer up Vows to the Gods in a Song , That your Fame may shine bright , As the Worlds great light , And your Reign may continue as long . Long life and never-fading health , A mind untroubl'd as the sleep of Saints , When Heavens joy the fancy paints . New Mines of never-ending wealth . Hearts that are true , And devoted to Heaven And you , All the gods have e'r given , Kindly to bless The soft pleasures of Peace . All that story can bring , And the joys yet unknown Be contracted in one , And for ever attend on the life of the King. Chorus . O how blest is the day that your birth has made great ! And how happy , how happy are we that do see 't ! While we offer up Vows to the Gods in a Song , That your Fame may shine bright , As the Worlds great light , And your Reign may continue as long . To the Queen . Set by Mr. Marsh senior . MOunt , mount , my Muse : Up to the gods aspire , And take a spark of their Celestial fire ; No influence else fit raptures can raise , To sing great Gloriana's praise . Her Heav'nly smiles more joys create , Than dawning day to wand'rers brings : Than peace to a decaying state , Or thriving War to youthful Kings . Nature , no longer boast thy flatt'ring snares , Thy Gems , thy Flowers , and thy Stars . Wise Lovers , that quickly coy Beauties would gain , Compare them no more to things fading and vain , But what 's more resistless , more sweet and more fair , To the Beams of her Eyes , or the Nets of her Hair. The Royal graces of her mind , So glorious are , so unconfin'd ; Those happy slaves that on her wait , That can behold and imitate The Zeal that in her worship flames , Will for their never-dying names , With Saints on Earth gain blest abodes , And place their Souls among the gods . A Persuasive to Love. HOw long , O dearer then my Soul ? how long Shall weak distrust my Passion wrong ? And make each prattling child of fear , The shape of monstrous danger wear . Your Honor and your safety are , Of all my thoughts the chiefest care . Dearer to me , than precious breath To wealthy Misers near their death : Than Heirs to mighty names , above The joys and hopes of all my Love. Fix'd like a Statue I would stand , While some bold Villains bloody hand , Tears from my breast my panting heart . Die smiling at the greatest smart , E'r one kind word or favour shown By my fair Goddess , should be known . But Ah! too well , too well I know , The cause that makes you fly me so ; You fear to see the wounds you make , Lest pity your hard heart awake : Pity , the noblest Virtue of the mind , For sure 't is Virtue to be kind , Since Heav'n to pity is so much inclin'd . Fear not our meeting should be known , Believe my heart and trust your own . Why should the blessing be delay'd ? The price of Love we both have pay'd : You when that — was betray'd . That damnd — which all my curses bears ; My heart weeps blood to pay your precious tears . All I have suffer'd , ev'n your Hate . That crime can never expiate . Like seeds that must to flowers spread , Our Love with water has been fed ; Our Love ! O pardon what I said , My wishes do my pen mislead : Yet I 'll wish on , wish that my dear Lov'd me as much as I love her , Then should my flame so faithful prove , I 'd recompence your Grief with Love. Such joys , such pleasures , Love can give , As none but Lovers can believe . As one in false Religion bred , Whose Faith , by Sense and Custom 's led ; Derides the myst'ries more Divine , Till Practice does his Faith refine . Of Love such may your fancy be , But then , my Dearest , think of me : Of me , who , spight of adverse Fate , Strengthen'd by all your Scorn and Hate , Have never yet apostatiz'd , So sweet is Love although despis'd . The hope at last success to gain , ( For Hope does still with Love remain . ) Brings Comfort in the midst of Pain . Try , O my dear Francelia , try But one short minute , Love and see What Heav'nly joys , what extasie , Do in your presence wait on me . Song set by Mr. Le Grange . WIth a damn'd sullen fate let 's no longer conspire , To feed the fierce torments of fear and desire ? Thy frowns and coy looks do thy Passion discover , My care to conceal it declares I'm thy Lover . Then why should we fear the smooth Ocean of Love , Since padling and straining will keep us above ? Let bus'ness and wealth to their Chaos be hurl'd , 'T is Love's the delight and support of the World. He that dotes on his bags while his passing Bell touls , The modest Platonicks that talk of their Souls , The grave men of State that are wise in Grimaces , The canting Reformers that say such long Graces , The fur'd men of Law those deciders of doubt , When Passion is stirring do briskly cry out , Let bus'ness , &c. 'T is Love's , &c. Song set by Mr. Hart. BElieve me , dear Mall , For I 've traded with all Those of name and Estate , That have made the Town prate Of their many brave deeds and great forces , When they come to the matter Are weaker then water , And have nothing that 's strong but their purses . With high jellys and broth , They make the blood froth , Which creates a false fire , And a sickly desire . They imbrace her as if they could eat her , Such eager hot flashes , Straight turn into ashes , And deceive both themselves and the creature . Mother — gives this For a Maxim to Miss , For thy grandeur and fame , Keep a Cock of the game ; But a tough brawny dunghil to tread ye . Let the wealth of thy Cully Provide for thy Bully , Then his weapon will always be ready . The Rival , a Song set by Mr. Marsh senior . INsult not too much on thy fading success , For all that thou hast , I before did possess , I know , my fair Rival , how happy thou art , I know all the secret delights of thy heart . To tempt thee those pleasures were taken from me , And to please some new beauty he 'l take 'em from thee . When first thy Ambition was flatter'd , how sweet ? How dazling was power and wealth at thy feet ? How dear were the minutes when Passion was young , And plaid with the languishing Eyes and the Tongue ? What follow'd , ye gods , I remember too well , Such pleasures , such pleasures no tongue can revele . But e'r long thy fond Heart and sad Eyes will deplore That Coldness and Scorn I lamented before . Thy Beauty and Humor , which makes thee so fair , Will pine with pale Envy , and end in Despair . If then thy lost heart can its freedom regain , More sweet it will be o're thy Passion to reign . I am free from the pangs of desire and hate , I envy no Lovers their wretched estate ; No wishes or fears or fierce jealousies keep My eyes on the rack , or afright my soft sleep But safe on the Shore without Passion I see Poor Lovers tormented and lost on the Sea. The Modish Lover . Song set by Mr. Marsh senior . AT last I find 't is vain to believe The Coy or Kind any Cure can give To a heart that to Love does incline Like mine , Fruition is but a reprieve . I thought my first flame Would still be the same . If Cloris could Love , O I 'd ever be true ; But Love is so blind , When Cloris was kind , I chang'd for less Beauty to one that was new . I felt again the pleasure and smart , The joy and pain which captives the heart . And as many true Oaths as before I swore , From Phillis I never would part . The next pretty face Got Phillis's place , Which my Vows and my Passion as hotly pursu'd : The next did appear More charming than her , And thus are my torments for ever renew'd . When I love one who thinks she's above Loves sacred throne , whom nothing can move , Who thinks that 't is great to appear Severe , And slight the soft pleasures of love ; I fly for relief To the next pretty thief : And to quench my hot flame I seek a new fire ; But never could meet That Beauty or Wit , Whose love or disdain , could confine my desire . All things of course to change do submit , O're-rul'd by force , by fortune or wit ; Then how can a Lover compel His will , When Beauty and Fate wo'n't permit ? Where Love does invite I 'll seek my delight , And give the same freedom to her I adore . Though many pretend Their flame can ne'r end , That woman 's deceiv'd that believes any more . Song set by Mr. Marsh senior . CLoris I come to learn my fate , To Love we are accus'd , Who mad to see his pow'r and state By easie mirth abus'd ; Has from thy Eyes a real dart Into my breasts convey'd , And now tormented by the smart , I come to thee for aid . Since you so long did feed my flame , Till in my heart you reign'd , Since you did know and did not blame My Passion that was feign'd , Condemn not with your cruel frown The story of my fate , It is injustice to disown The Love you did create . Why should you now refuse to hear , What once you did invite ? If Love when dress'd in truth appear Less able to delight . Let me in jest loves pleasure tast , I never will complain ; So the deluding cheat may last , I 'll ne'r love truth again . Thus Damon woo'd but all in vain , She still was more unkind . His Vows could no belief obtain , No pitty could he find . But when he ceas'd to be her slave , And all her scorn repay'd , The Nymph relented and she gave What she so long delay'd . To Miranda . MEn vainly boast the pow'r that nature gave . All-conqu'ring Beauty rules the King and Slave . Read fair Miranda's charming face , and then Tell me where 's the prerogative of men . Here Natures self in all her gayest dress , All her delights and power does express ; And with true lustre free from fading Art , Rules ev'ry Eye , and reigns o're ev'ry heart . No formal pride her Beauty does o'reshade . O happy man , for whom this blessings made ! Let her in joys for ever live , while I , Doom'd for her Victim , at Loves Altar die . Song set by Mr. Smith . I Sigh'd and I Writ , And imploy'd all my Wit , And still pretty Silvia deny'd ; 'T was Virtue I thought , And became such a sot , I ador'd her the more for her pride . Till mask'd in the Pit My coy Lucrece I met , A croud of gay Fops held her play ; So brisk and so free With her smart repartee , I was cur'd and went blushing away . Poor Lovers mistake , The addresses they make With Vows to be constant and true . Though all the Nymphs hold For the sport that is old , Yet their play-mates must ever be new ▪ Each pretty new toy They would dye to enjoy , And then for a newer they pine ; But when they perceive Others like what they leave , They will cry for their bauble agen . One fall'n in love with the sight of a Ladies — Song set by Mr. Marsh senior . I Long was tormented with Envy and Rage , At the freedom that 's us'd in this amorous age , To see the brisk youth even while I was by , Court the Nymph that I lov'd as freely as I : But Fortune , for which I shall ever adore her , Has show'd me a Beauty which is my restorer . So pretty , so plump , such a delicate shape , Such a pure Red and White , as no heart can escape . All the raptures of Poets the skin doth surpass , Without any help of Paint , Patches or Glass . An Innocent wash that 's of Natures own making , Is all it e'r us'd for to make it so taking . Though blind , the deep wounds that it gives more surprise , Then the Stars or the Di'monds of Phillis's Eyes ; Had it sight , it would always be staring abroad , And make the whole World esteem it a God. Its mouth has such melting agreeable motion , All Nations fall down to 't with heat of devotion . 'T is veil'd like a Spaniard but guarded much more , By the Virtue of Sylvia which waits at the door ; A Champion so jealous no force or design , Can gain a new sight of 't until it is mine . Yet this makes me happy , for though 't is so pretty , It ne'r will be common , like Phillis or Betty . Ah Sylvia , how soon all my sorrows would end ! If you heard the advice of your beautiful friend . It show'd , when I saw it , as if 't would be kind , O be not severe to the dumb and the blind . There can be no change or decay in my Passion , 'T is caus'd by a Beauty that 's ne'r out of fashion . Song set by Mr. Marsh senior . NAy pr'y thee no more of this love masquerade , Now all sorts of Fops are grown old in the trade . All the pleasure is gone , And the cheat's so well known , That 't will ruine more Lovers than ever it made . If you think y' are a wit and would fain have me know it , You must leave this dull rode of the over-rid Poet. Alexis and Damon , and twenty Swains more , Have been Sighing and Vowing a hundred times o're . Let me dye , and all that , Is insipid and flat , And your Courtship 's as serious to every Whore. Ah charming Divine ! and O sweet preety Creature ! Is so old , the Amour of a Cobler is greater . You torture a Song till you make the ears ake , Your Alamode wit from the Play-house you take ; And are airy and bold While the borrow'd stock hold , But more mouths than a disciplin'd Monkey you make When 't is spent ; and with Cringes and new fashion'd Curses , Or the price of your Trappings make up your discourses . These shallow designs , and the plots that you cast , Can never prevail o're a woman that 's Chast. And a Wench so well knows Where to take all your blows , That she turns your Weapon against you at last . If such humorous folly can raise love in any , Scaramouch will be sooner prefer'd then his Zany . Epilogue to The Shoomaker 's a Gentleman , Spoken by the Master-Shoomaker . DEar Brothers of the Gentle Craft you see Th' original of our Gentility ; We have new vamp'd , new soald , and made it tite , Lend us your aid to keep it still upright . These Goths and Vandals who do hate your glory , Are met to rase this monumental story . Stand boldly to 't now is the heat o' th' Battle , Let Crispin live , and let Saint Hugh's bones rattle . Valentines Day . BEfore the youthful Spring had dy'd The Earth with Flora's checquer'd pride . Before the new thaw'd fields were seen Dress'd in a joyful Summers green . Grey bearded Winters frosty Chain , Was just dissolv'd by Phoebus Wain ; And the aspiring God flown high , To guard the Spring in 's Infancy , Inviting Flora from her bed , To rob her of her Maiden-head ▪ E'r fair Aurora's blushing head Had edg'd the Eastern Hills with red , My restless fancy guided me Into a happy privacy , Where the embracing Trees had made A pleasant , though yet leafless shade . Each naked branch in coupling wise , A pretty harmless love-knot ties ; From which conjunction Nature shoots Sweet blossoms and delicious fruits . The winged musick of the Air , Did to this am'rous Grove repair ; And with their tempting notes did grace The various pleasures of the place . As I surpris'd with wonder sate , Each Bird chose out his feather'd mate , And seeming fearful of delay , Through yielding Air they cut their way , Some to the Woods , some to the Groves , To consummate their eager Loves . So have I seen at Hymens feasts , A company of youthful guests , A thousand ways advance delight ; But when the long-wish'd lazy night , To bed invokes the blushing Bride , Loves endless quarrel to decide , A silent envy spreads each face , The Men wish his , the Maids her place : And e'r that single Wedding 's o're , It gives a birth to many more . Musing how pow'rful Nature was , Sometimes through prickly thorns I pass , Whose winding branches seem'd to court Me to attend the harmless sport . Sometimes I walk by Crystal Springs , Whose gliding streams in circling rings , Unto the musick listning stood , Till prest by the pursuing flood , Their angry murmurs did betray , How loth they were to pass away . Grown weary with this pleasing sight , Excess of pleasure dulls delight , To rest my drowzy sense I sought The softest , sweetest , grassie plot , But as I wand'red here and there , A voice arrests my idle ear , Which from a neighb'ring thicket flyes , Drawn thither by my greedy Eyes . Two loving Rogues within it lay , And thus I heard the Puppets play . Long did I muse but all in vain , What wanton stars that day did reign . But as my steps did homewards stray I met my Phoebe by the way , My Phoebe , whose commanding Eyes , Had made my heart her Sacrifice ; To her fair hand I paid a kiss , But she return'd a greater bliss , Presenting Violets to me , Good morrow Valentine , said she . Prologue to a Play Acted privately . PRologues , those pleasing and successful ways , To gain protection for ill written Plays , Most useful are in our ingenious times , To cloud brisk nonsense and amazing times ; Th' are interpos'd like flashy glaring light , For they the judgment cheat , as that the sight . Now Poets like the worst Mechanicks grown , Do rail at others ware to sell their own . The last new Play still th' other house does huff , To set some newer mess of folly off . Poor harmless Punck they fiercely do abuse , Because she did Heroick love refuse , Or made the running Nag out-strip the Muse. Finding that Gallants now do Spaniel like , Fawn most on those whose Satyrs deepest strike . Fop , Critick , Flaxen Wig , the Miss and Cit , Are daily massacr'd by Prologue Wit , A modish wheedle to amuse the Pit ; With dropping follyes of their own they drive them in , That their great showr's of dogrel stuff may fall unseen ; From all this mighty pother we are free'd , Our Play does no excuse or Prologue need . He , who all other Poets would devour , Who swells with Poyson suck'd from ev'ry flowr , Who rakes up dirt and lays it by his door , To make his glitt'ring dross seem golden Ore ; Ev'n he , when his Satyrick humour reign'd , Permitted this rare Play to pass unstain'd . Now to our selves — By railing first your censures which we fear , We may prevent or make them less severe ; But to oblige you rather we 'l believe , None will so rudely take what we so freely give . If any should condemn our harmless sport , We will not plead high presidents from Court : But with an equal rashness we 'l maintain , If serious , he 's a formal Fop , whose brain Does envy what it never could attain . The brisker Criticks we 'l debauch'd proclaim , Mere noise and froth without or salt or flame . How patiently the Verestreet croud do stay , And for loud zealous nonsense weep and pray ▪ So eager are they to be led astray . Had you but half their zeal for no expe 〈…〉 With founder reason and far better 〈…〉 You all may go much more reform'd from hence . Prologue to a Play Acted privately . I Know your thoughts , and see in ev'ry Eye The dreadful marks of a censorious spie ; You come , as modish wits to Church these times , Not to reform , but note the speakers crime . Our case is hard , we must be censur'd still , For Acting first , and then for Acting ill . We want brave Scenes , gay Clothes and Confidence , More fit for Players than their Wit or Sense . I 〈…〉 you would say now — since 't is thus , What 's th●ir design to fool themselves and us ? Tell me , why with such mighty cost and care Our jaunty youth to Masquerades repair ? Why in such raptures they return back , What sport ? what pleasures we have had , dear Jack ? What Vizards ? O what Gowns ? didst thou but see 't , When , Do you know me now ? is all the Wit , And stranger dresses daily fill the street . Why some with dull discourse and forc'd Grimaces , Take pains to be accounted serious asses ? Inspir'd by News and Coffee , with what ease They manage Empires and command great Seas ! Wasting whole days in stories which they make More vain and empty than the smoke they take . Tell me — Why some in drunken frolicks spend the night To make one knock , and cry I love the white ? Then frisk and roar until the active brain , Too great and brave for Taverns to contain , Leads them into Loves field to run at Tilt , Where many wounds are giv'n when no blood's spil●● The next dayes language to a friend is this , Rare Mirth , brisk Wine , yet hang 't , it cost a Piece : But such a fine airy Wench — Plague take the Whore , The young man found she had the Pox before ; These things will be , but Gentlemen , we know That none of you were ever wheedl'd so . Tell me , why old sage Matron did of late , Mourn o're her dog and let him lie in state ? Why some make visits six hours longs to know The health of Shock or of my Ladies Toe ? Why others to fond husbands do pretend They heard a Sermon , when they met a friend ? A thousand such ill stories we may hear , But we are confident there 's no such here . Since humor shelters all the Vice in use , We think this mirth of ours needs no excuse . Y' are all our friends and ev'ry one 's a guest , Then be like well-bred people at a Feast , Who , whether pleas'd or not , still speak the best . Epologue to the same . NOw we have done our parts , I do foresee We must the Audience , you the Actors be . And by your pithy Comments you will say , You make a Farce much better than our Play. Lord , to what desp'rate terms we are brought , For all that strive to be ingenious thought , Will show their Rares of wit by finding fault . Vain women cheated by a flatt'ring glass , Which shows fine Charms and Colours in the face , Are not with shame and anger more surpris'd , When their conceited Beauty is despis'd ; Then we like them , with scorn will hide our spight , And that applause we could not gain , will slight . Men of the Gustan , at the French house eat , Many new dishes of the self same meat , No dress not sauce their queazy sense controuls , But Novelty alone commands their Souls . If you 'l be modish , you must do so too ; Our Play is old , but all the Actors new , Such Actors as both Theatres can't make , Adzooks you are not Wits , if this don't take . If pleas'd , y' are kind and wise , but if you hiss , We know who games , who drinks , who keeps the Miss . Ladies , your close Intrigues and Loves we know , If y' are severe , your secret crimes we 'l show ; We 'l do 't — nay our revenge shall speak them worse , So fare you well , Gallants — now take your course . Prologue to Ev'ry Man out of his Humor , Spoken by Mr. Hayns , July , 1675. SO fast from Plays approv'd and Actors known , To drolling , stroling Royal Troop you run , That Hayns despa●ring is Religious grown . So Crack enjoy'd , the queazy Gallants slight , And she , though still her beauty 's in its height , In rage turns Nun and goes to Heav'n in spight . O Novelty , who can thy pow'r oppose ! Polony Bear or strange Grimace out-goes Our finest language and our greatest shows . As thick-scul'd Zealots , who from Churches fly , Think doleful nonsense good that makes them cry ; Y' are pleas'd and laugh because — you know not why . There ign'rant crouds round travel'd Gallants sit , As am'rous youths round Vizards in our Pit , And by their motions judg the Farces Wit. If they but grin , a jest is understood , All laugh outright and cry — I'gad that 's good ; When will our damn'd dull silly rogues do so ? Y' are very complaisant , I fain would know Where lies the wit and pow'r of ( il ohe . ) The modish Nymphs now ev'ry heart will win , With the surprising ways of Harlequin . O the fine motion and the jaunty mene , While you Gallants — Who for dear Missie ne'r can do to much , Make Courtships alamode de Scarramouch . Ha — ha — I could have taught you this , but let that pass , Y'have heard I 've wit , now you shall know I 've grace , I will reform — But what Religion 's best in this , lewd Town , My friends I 'm yet like most of you , of none . If I'commence , I fear it will not do , Religion has its Scarramouchys too , Whose hum's and ha's get all the praise and pence . For noise has still the upper hand of sense . Well since 't is so — I 'll keep my Station till your humors come , Though like the longing woman , now you rome , And leave all dainties for the Butchers thumb . You and vile husbands equally proceed Like rambling Bees , you quit your balm to seed On ev'ry gaudy flow'r and painted weed . When Winter comes you will again grow wise , And visit home the wife that you despise , With empty purses and with laden thighs . Epilogue to Ev'ry Man out of his Humor . HOw crosly and how kindly things do go ! Though forreign troop does very pow'rful grow , Kind Justice beats down our domestick foe . Th' inchanted Castle 's once more overthrown , That Nursery where all the youth in Town , Such deeds of Valour and of Love have shown . Britains Low Countreys , where at mighty rates The younger Brothers urg'd their needy Fates , And th' Elder got diseases for Estates . See how the scatter'd Cracks in parties fly , How like a nest of Wasps disturb'd they ply , And fiercely fix on any Fop that 's high . I warn you , though your presence theirs will bring , Be not too eager for the pretty thing ▪ The bag of Hony's sweet , but ' ware the sting . Play round the light , but from the heat retire ; For if y' are joyn'd between hot Love and Ire , Like Samsons Foxes you 'l set all on fire . Reform your selves , Reformers of the Stage , Blame not my Zeal , who can suppress their rage ? When Love and Wrath spare neither Sex nor Age. For our Play we say nothing — The merit of it will your plaudits gain , Or else new Wit would strive to prop in vain , What Iohnsons sacred mem'ry can't sustain . Prologue to The Mistaken Husband . OUr modest Poet 's in as great a fright , As a young Bride upon the marriage night , She starts and trembles when she sees the Bed , Like Criminals to Execution led ; Alas , poor thing , she 's loth to lose her head . As boys that shiver on the Rivers-brim , Enquire the warmth and depth of those that swim . She asks her marry'd friends what shall I do ? I do so shake — Ah , was it so with you ? And yet she makes a hard shift to go through : Poets were once as full of trouble too , But now th' are desperate — To lose this Play as much our Poet strives , As you to hide your Misses from your Wives , He thinks you Criticks and i'faith 't is right , Are ev'n as merciless to those write , As Husbands to their Wives o' th' Wedding night ; You care no more for Poets pains and fears , Than those fierce men regard the womens tears . At the least fault — If one snuffs and mouths it — there there she went , You open all and damn a Play by th' sent . One of our Nymphs should in my place appear , But y' are so dreadful she 's fall'n sick for fear . Those that pay dear for love , the very'st fools , Though they condemn the work , preserve the tools . Faith , Gallants , le ts compound with you to day , Be you indulgent to our Orphan Play , We 'll be as kind to you another way . Epilogue to the Mall or Modish Lovers . WHat has our Poet done you look so big ? Has he not treated you with brisk intrigue ? Some with dull Morals would affront the Age , And make a Coventicle of the Stage ; Should we but offer you such things as those be , Dam the sententious Fop — come let 's to Mosely . Had we a lively Scene , where you might see The Duck-pond-side and each beloved Tree ; It would recal such stories of your own , What on this bench or that green tuft was done , That our poor Play uncensur'd might have gone . Like boasting Greeks , Troy's Conquest you would tell , Here Helen lay , and there stout Hector fell . To that soft bank the eager foe retir'd ; There the hot breach was mann'd and City fir'd . You Rogue , cries one , the very place I see Where I and Phillis did — O happy Tree , The kind supporter of my Nymph and me . Another with fierce indignation rap't , Cries , rot her for a Bitch , there was I clap't . If you repeat next year such things as these , You 'l rub the rind off and destroy the Trees . Well may our boldest Scenes fall short of you , We do but copy , by the life you drew . Now will you rail when you are gone from hence , O hang 't , 't is baudy , all meer impudence . No serious lines will please you half so well , Unless we Huff the gods and Hector Hell. With Wit and Women you deal much at one , First you debauch , and then you cry them down . Prologue in the Vacation . WHile wars between the first rate houses cease , For want of new supplies compel'd to peace , We little fifth rates , whom they still despise , May boldly cruise and make all lawful prize , With thund'ring Tempests , Fire and Div'ls they fish , And catch adventurers by twosh and threesh . One shilling is the greatest price we wish . They in deep gulfs and spreading Oceans roul , We poor smart things put into ev'ry hole . Your fishing Bess or shoulder o'mutton Malls , I'gad we snap at ev'ry thing that sails . Then for your Company , look , I dare swear Y 'had ne'r the like in either Theatre , Here 's Vizards too , but look your Punks elsewhere ▪ There 's a Beauty , Heav'ns ! So smooth , so fat , Nay , never blush for such a face as that , No Miss in Town is half so plump and round , that 's flat . We have a Poet too — Who sweats and stinks for his Heroick piece As much as ever — did for his . In all we imitate the Play-house thus , Only in Acting they come short of us . Yet as old Nurse instructs young smikring Maid , When she sits stroaking little mark of Lad : See by our penny how their shilling's made . My friends , keep all your hands in sight , I pray , While we are Acting mind no other Play. Our sports but one short hour last , that all the year ; Besides no Company but ours must Act here . Prologue to The Suppos'd Prince . TRappolin suppos'd a Prince this humor shows , All pleasures do depend upon suppose . We by a strong suppose , may have to do With Wine and Women , Wit and Mony too . Thus while you think a zealous Sisters eyes Are lifted up in pious extasies , In strong suppose all her Religion lies . The modest longing girl that dares not woo , Thus does enjoy her fame and pleasure too . He that sits next a pretty female , knows His hand trembles , and something comes and goes . He gazes , faints and dyes , why all this shows The pow'r and pleasure of a sweet suppose . Those that for garnish'd dishes keep adoe , May have as wholesome Fish well butter'd too , In a plain earthen pan for half the toil ; But for suppose — for all 's but — The bodys all one flesh , and yet , dear hearts , A mere suppose makes difference of parts . All were design'd alike for our delight , Yet we suppose it fit to lose our right , And keep the sweetest both from touch and sight . Let that suppose that leads us so astray , As strongly further our supposing Play. The Duke and Trappolin must both be thought Transformed really , though they are not . Suppose that strongly thence our mirth all flows , Then we shall please you all — as we suppose . Prologue to The Armenian Queen . BEloved Miss and Punck , Vizard and Fop , All 's gone that made your modish Prologues up . Ah , Gentlemen , what hope have we to please , When we have lost such pow'rful helps as these ! Helps , that did Soul to all our actions give , Helps , without which nor you nor we can live . Though wit a thousand various ways is shown , From Love all flows , and to it all does run ; As liquors round a spacious Funnel roul , Yet all at last sinks into one small hole . You now like sev'ral Ghosts , but haunt the place , Where once your joy and life's dear treasure was , While one sits thus — his Soul 's to Windsor fled , Hunts ev'ry Closet , searches ev'ry Bed ; At last he finds his nown dear Phillis laid In some close shade , where he had often plaid At Post and Pair with some fresh Country Maid . Enrag'd with thought , he mutters out — Ah Curse ! Those that sit next believe he rails at us ; Such Plague themselves and fright our friends away , Another Ghost's imploy'd a sweeter way , Fixing his Eye upon that very place , Where he pick'd up his last obliging Lass , He sees her , Courts her , nay while he sits there , Carries her to th' Tavern , finds the very Chair ; Feels her — soft hand , her melting Eye beholds , In empty Arms her airy Body folds ; As a famous Author has it — But as the curs'd Drawer disturb'd him there , Some loud Heroick rant awakes him here ; He 's disoblig'd and huffs , the Play 's cry'd down , And we are ruin'd e'r the cause is known . Yet though you damn us all , we still Act on , But what dull sport one party makes alone ? While one thrusts on and th' other still wheels round , Between two stools — you know what falls to ground : Where both are willing there true pleasure 's found . Epilogue to The Armenian Queen . ALas , what hope does there remain for us , When y'have already shut up t'other house ; Yet we this Visitation-time stay here , When raging censure reigns and wit grows dear , In hope to gain your custom all the year . When Tempests and Enchantments fly the Town , When Prosp'ro's Devils dare not stand your frown ; They to the Country strole with painted ware , Where mighty sums of precious time they share ; While Author Punch does strange Machines prepare For their new Opera in Barthol'mew Fair. He , prick'd in Conscience that he chous'd you so , With but the Copy of a Puppet-show ; To please you , thither does invite you all , For two pence to behold th' original . They who for double prices scarce would do , Now that you are in want , do jilt you too . But we are constant still to your delight , Since dear Miss Punch is gone , 'faith do us right , And visit your poor Spouse once ev'ry night . Nay , Gentlemen , this is no strange request , For night and want do bring home Man and Beast . Epilogue by a Woman . Gentlemen , OUr mens late disappointments have made known , Without our Sex no bus'ness can be done ; They treated you just as you deal with us , You promise fair — But if you once get in , ne'r pay a souse , Women support the World and we the house . Nature and Power teach vile men to rome , We poor good humor'd things still play at home . Mens active Legs with one nights dancing grow Quite dull and tir'd — Our Tongues are never so : Their lazy Instruments are out of Tune , And then forsooth there 's nothing to be done . S'life , out or in we women ne'r lie still , While our Pit's kept warm and our Purses fill . Yet , Gallants , you may pardon them for this , We oft have Play'd when you ne'r came to see 's . Be constanter and less Capricious , How long shall we weak Vessels teach you thus ? And yet in troth y' are always kind to us ; But we must rail as cunning Lovers do , Not that y' are false but to preserve you true . You seem best pleas'd when you are most abus'd , But fawning wit and easie love 's refus'd . A murm'ring Miss revives your faint desire , And huffing Prologues raise your kindness higher ; As blustring winds increase decaying fire . Cover our matted Seats but once a day , And to content you , we 'l Act any way . Then Clap us soundly , while we Play our parts , Or else — a mischief on your stony hearts . Prologue to The Indian Emperor , Acted by the Dutchess of Portsmouth's servants , spoken by Mr. Poel . I Come from my despairing friends within , Who , conscious of the desp'rate state th' are in ▪ Dare not before their pardon 's seal'd be seen . By flatt'ring hopes of loud applause betray'd , Which they have seen to our best Actors paid . As boldly they engag'd and came thus far , As young brisk Reformadoes go to War. Success and triumphs take up ev'ry thought , They never think how hardly they are got : All 's brave and well until the foe appears , Then they begin to shrink and shake their Ears . Some few hours past with an assured meen , And chearful voice they practis'd ev'ry Scene . Do 't ? Poh ! because I did but seem to doubt , All were for turning envious Poel out ; But now my huffing Gallants come about . Mr. dear Mr. Poel — Unless you help us out we are undone , I fear they will be out to fast alone . As serious Lovers can alone explain , In some well order'd speech their am'rous pain ; But when their Beauteous Idol comes in place , All 's lost in Cringes and a begging face : Fear of offending and desire to please , Turns all to blushes and half-sentences ; Yet that confusion shows a Love more true , Than all the flow'rs of Rhetorick can do . And if our good intentions here may please , I fear you 'l have too many signs like these . They sent me to excuse their Crimes , who ought With all my skill to heighten ev'ry fault . If they should please , others would treat you thus , And mak 't a mode , then what becomes of us ? The Chamber-trade would quite shut up our house , So jarring Tradesmen , all their Int'rest made , To have the sale of Foreign Wares forbad , And great mens servants straight set up the trade . But for this once may ev'ry one that Plays , Advance your pleasure and obtain your praise . Since they engage no more to do amiss , Their fear is punishment enough for this . Epilogue to the same , spoken by a Girl . ABus'd by that insulting * Player's pow'r , Who from a slave they made an Emperor ; Our Indians gladly saw him die , for fear His Epilogue should be much more severe . There is a strutting Spanish † General too , Another of that envious huffing Crew , Although the Indian's Foe — in this design , To ruine them they equally combine . So Lawyers rail in parties at the Bar , But on the Clients lay the charge o' th' War. Therefore they for their Epilogue chose me , A stranger and from either Faction free , Young , Innocent , and what is more , a Maid , If this won't do , what can your smiles persuade ? Nay , let me tell you , but let not them hear , These Indians are not what they do appear ; If they are pleas'd , none knows what you may get ; For they have Mines were ne'r discover'd yet , Which frowns , or fiercest torments cannot find , In that th' are all of Montezuma's mind : But by your kindness and obliging Arts , You may command their Treasure and their Hearts . Prologue to Psyche Debauch'd . PSyche debauch'd , poor Soul ! she made great hast , I knew the jilting Quean could never last Five weeks , she ( must perhaps decay more fast , ) — As our friend Nicander has it . Whilst our rich neighbors mock our Farce , we know Already th' utmost of their Puppet-show . Since they 'gainst Nature go , they Heav'n offend , If Nature's purpose then cross Nature's end , Unnat ' ral Nature is not Nature's friend . — There 's Nature for you . As Aesop's Cat drest like a Lady , this At first surpris'd , now where 's the gaudy Miss You saw , and knew , and left her in a trice ? None but the Dirty Rout would like her twice . Their well-drest frolick once may please the Eye , But Plays like Women can't so satisfie . Ye masked Nymphs can tell there 's something in ye , Besides the painted face , that gets the penny ; Yet all the fame you give 'em we 'l allow To their best Plays , and their best Actors too , That is , the Painter , Carpenter and Show , Beaumont and Fletcher , Poet and Deva● . But , Sirs , free harmless mirth you here condemn , And Clap at down-right baudery in them . In Epsom-wells for example — Are they not still for pushing Nature on , Till Nature's feat thus in your sight is done . — O Lord ! — Let 's take off Psyche's borrow'd plumes a while ; Hopkins and Sternhold , rise and claim your stile . Dread Kings of Brentford , leave Lardella's Herse , Psyche's despairing Lovers steal your Verse . And let Apollo's Priest restore again , What from the nobler Mamamouchy's ta'n , Let them restore your treble prices too ; To see how strangely they did bubble you , It made me blush and that I seldom do . Now Psyche's strip'd from all her gay attire , Tè dè Pollykagathoy — behold the fire . But , O a long farewel to all this sort , Which Musick , Scenes , nor Preface can't support , Or if they cou'd , who cares a farthing for 't ? Epilogue to the same . NOw to get off , gadzooks , what shall we do ? 'T is plain , my friends , that we have chous'd you too ▪ Our Psyche that so pleasantly appears , Has prov'd as very a jilting Crack as theirs . When your high hopes for Beauty were prepar'd ▪ To meet a common ill-drest thing 't is hard ; But pardon us and your resentments smother , We promise you e'r long a touch with t'other . Song . ALas , my Coy Phillis , this humour 's too old , Pish , fie and for shame , are too silly from you ; For your looks , your sighs , and your blushes have told , That your Vows to cry out will never prove true . Then away with this folly and let 's to the thing , for ; I'faith , I must water my Nag at the Spring ▪ Elyzium's a trick , and the Shades but a cheat , To chear up some over-grown slighted old Maid . If my Phillis should live to that wretched Estate , How she would repent that I heard when she praid ! Then away with this folly , &c. For I'faith , &c. Like zealous Platonicks , we 'l rail at all sin ; I 'll praise thy great merits , and thou cry up mine : To practise in private we 'll lock our selves in ; And while silly soft mortals believe us divine , We 'll laugh at their folly and turn up the thing , And I'faith I will water my Nag at the Spring . O'recome with my Passion and noble intent , My Phillis imbrac'd me and led my Nag on , He dash'd up the water each step that he went ; But alass , Sir , she cry'd how soon he has done . Your Nag's a May-Colt and deserves no good thing , For I'faith he lies down in the middle of the Spring . The serious Thought . I. O Wretched state of helpless man ! Flatter'd with lofty sounds of sov'reign pow'r ; O're ev'ry Creature he is said to reign , Yet only drags a longer chain ; Ordain'd a slave to ev'ry fatal hour , And ev'ry cruel thought 's his Emperour . II. Reason , that golden Calf to which we fall , Form'd of those various toys despairing Souls And sullen Stoicks to their comforts call ; Our pleasure and our happiness controuls , To torments it directs an easie way ; But when delight with smiling looks , To soft intrancing bliss invokes . Virtue — we Virtue must obey , Virtue , that dull fantastick edgless tool , The stalking Horse of ev'ry Pedants School , The beggar's Tyrant , but the rich man's Fool , For Gold to any shape 't will move , And be what ever-Monarchs love : Yet this confines our hands and eyes , While ev'ry creature we despise , Freely injoys those sweets for which man dies . III. Why was I born a slave to Nature's law , Subject to frail desires of flesh and blood , Eager to ●ast each beautious pleasing good ▪ If other rigid rules my thoughts must awe ? A servant to one mighty — pow'r ordain'd , And to the dictates of another chain'd . Is 't justice to impose upon the heart Law less desires of love , and then To call that Passion sin , And for relief add torments to the smart ? Hear me , ye pow'rs divine , All hearts and pow'rs to yours their strength resign , Pardon my thoughts , or else my thoughts confine . IV. Thou glorious torment of my life , Too dear Francelia , with whose eyes alone The gods could in my heart raise Love a throne , And set my peaceful thoughts at strife . Despise my heart no more , for 't is the shrine , Where thy fair Image will for ever shine , Pardon the fierce complaints to which I 'm driv'n ; Or my loud Passion do not blame , If thy injustice it proclaim . Since it has rashly dar'd to question Heav'n , I can no more endure this lukewarm state , This Purgatory where I dwell Between Love's Paradise and Hell , Celia , I dare my fate , And am prepar'd to meet thy Love or Hate . V. Alas , I fain would be deceiv'd and find Some change in thy obdurate mind : Still like a desp'rate loosing gamester , I throw on , Urging ill fortune till my stock of hope is gone ; With gradual losses tyr'd , I now set all , O Love , be kind , or let me quickly fall . 'T is not , O Celia , 't is not well , To cheat your truest Lover with a smile , And to another give that heart for which I toil : Yet 't is more cruel far , Your final doom not to declare , But let me still love on and still despair . To Celia . LOve , with which I long have been possest , Does like an evil spirit haunt my brest , Sleeping or waking it allows no rest ; When with strong Reason I would drive it thence , It puts new tortures upon ev'ry sense . My Passion to the utmost height to raise , All Celia's Beauties in my sight it lays ; Beauties , which all admire and vainly strive to praise . But to destroy all budding hopes lays down My little merit and her constant frown ; Thus does it urge me to a just despair , Then whispers , only death can end my care ; Tempts me to drown my self in floods of tears , Or sigh away at once my griefs and fears ; Thus am I rack'd , this dismal life I lead , Till tyr'd with pain my heart seems cold and dead . And to the wretched 't is a sad relief , To be insensible of joys or grief . But when my murth'rers much lov'd name resounds , My heart bleeds out afresh and feels new wounds . Unless Francelia has my death decreed , Let me from this tormenting spright be freed , Or mine will haunt her when I 'm dead indeed : Show your great pow'r , remove this heavy rod , And by your kindness make this Dev'l a God. Song . WHen Celia my heart did surprise , In an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise , And like Crystal dissolv'd the tears flow'd from her Eyes . From her Beautiful Cheeks all the Roses withdrew , And she look'd like a Lilly o'reladen with dew . How sweet did her sorrow appear ! How I trembl'd and sigh'd , and for ev'ry tear Made a Vow to the gods and a pray'r to her ! O how soft are the wounds we receive from the fair ! But the joys and the pleasures there 's none can declare . What panting and fainting I feel , When imbracing her feet , before Celia I kneel , O how dear are her smiles and how sweetly they kill ! Ev'ry minute I die with the thoughts of my bliss , And she breaths a new life in each languishing kiss . O Love let us still wear thy Chain , Let no Passion but Love in our fancies e're reign , Let us often be cur'd and ne'r freed from the pain . All the pleasures of Wine to the sense are confin'd , But 't is Love is the noblest delight of the mind . A Dialogue between Dorus and Amintor . Dorus. WHence does this solemn sadness rise , Which all thy spirits has opprest , And like a dull contagious mist , Hangs heavy on Amintor's Eyes ? Am. O Dorus ! — Dor. O Amintor ! speak — Passions conceal'd , like struggling wind In concaves of the Earth confind , Too oft their trembling Prison break . Grief entertain'd and fed with tears , With such insinuating Art , Deludes the easie thoughtful heart , It makes it love the pain it bears . Awake , Amintor , from this dream , This drowzy Lethargy that steeps Thy sense in death-resembling sleeps , And give thy thoughts a chearful theme . Am. Tell me , O Shepherd , in this spacious round Of Earth and Sea , what pleasure's to be found ; 'T is all but one large grave , one gloomy den , Where rav'nous time devours both things and men . On yonder shaded hill let 's sit a while , And mark how poor mistaken mortals toil ; Behold hard labour and laborions mirth , See how those Reapers court the teeming Earth , Look how they bend and with unweary'd pain , Adore the ground for ev'ry Sheaf they gain , These are the sweetest of the Rustick's days , This is the life which sinking Monarchs praise . Now to the neighb'ring Green thy sight transport , And there behold the drudgery of sport ; How many silly antick steps they tread , How ev'ry sweating Dancer toils to spread The restless arms , and shake the empty head . O endless toil ! O flatt'ring sordid noise ! Where can this World show true and solid joys ? Did not fore-knowledg tell us what they are , Who could know idle mirth from busie care ? Dor. That knowledg which has mirth and care exprest , Instructs the judgment to elect the best . Since mirth prolongs that life that care would kill , And life's concern makes all things good or ill , Reason should overcome the stubborn Will. Am. Knowledg and Reason's force men disavow , To Beauty's tyranny all hearts must bow . Dor. Beauty and Tyranny — Am. Yes Dorus , yes , Despised Love does all my joy suppress . Dor. To one that 's cruel who would be confin'd , When Beauties are so num'rous and kind ? Am. Hast thou observ'd the Infancy of day ? When from the Eastern Sea all fresh and gay , The rosie mornings glory fills our eyes , The Moon and ev'ry meaner lustre dyes . So when my daz'ling Shepherdess appears , All other Beauties fade and yield to hers . Her eyes such pleasure and such awe impart , As Monarchs smiles do to a Fav'rites heart ; The Rose and Purple Violet she stains , With her more blushing Cheek and clearer Veins , Those pow'rful charms which from her face are sent , Would make a Ravisher seem innocent . Nor polish'd Ivory nor falling Snow , The whiteness of her whiter neck can show ; No Down of Swans , no Lillies e'r exprest The charming softness of her swelling Breast , Those mounts of pleasure , where Loves Monarch lies Boasting the vict'ries purchas'd by her eyes . A shining Vale those panting Twins does sever , A Vale where murther'd Lovers hearts do bleed , Whose sweets all thought , all extasie exceed . O let Amintor's heart rest there forever . Now , Shepherd , an eternity of joys And hidden bliss my roving thought imploys . O let me die , Francelia , let me die , E'r from this Paradise of thought I 'm driv'n ; For to a Lover so unblest as I , There is no way but death to enter Heav'n . Dor. Pri'thee , Amintor , quench this raging fire ; From hopeless Love 't is prudence to retire . Am. Thou mayst as soon cast water in the Sea , And take it thence unmix'd , as set me free . Quench this raging fire — Sing to a Tempest till thou mak'st it kind , And with thy musick part the mingl'd wind : Sow Corn upon a stream that never stood , And hope a Harvest from the moving flood . When Poyson has invaded ev'ry part , And fix'd its deadly Venom in the heart , Bid the tormented patient quit his pain , But never hope I can my love restrain . Here Celia walk'd , and here was I undon , Viewing those glories which around her shon . Such Rays of Beauty as the Artist paints , To Crown the heads of Celebrated Saints . This Walk did , like a blest Elyzium yield , All that adorns the Garden or the Field . Hither did Nature all her treasure bring , And here expos'd the glories of the Spring . Enchanting Birds sate warbling on each Tree . Dor. Here such a Paradise could never be , Am. Where e're she is 't is Paradise to me . All the bright Beauties Nature ever made , When Winters stormy weather makes them fade , With her as in their store-house do remain , And ev'ry Spring are copy'd thence again . Dull Poets , praise no more the Thracian's String ; When Celia speaks a Quire of Angels sing . Here 't was I rob'd her of a balmy kiss , And eager to ensure a future bliss , I sighing ask'd her — Dear , won't you love — she sigh'd and whisper'd ; yes . Yes ! Yes ! O Cruelty ! For at that very time , She vow'd my death should expiate my crime . Was 't not enough to murther with disdain ? Must loss be added to compleat my pain ? Loss of the highest blessing Love could give , When you said yes , alass I did believe ; And after such a loss , who 'd wish to live ? Tell me , unkind and cruel as you are , Are you less beautiful , less chast or fair , If one poor kiss is wanting from your store ? I 'll freely pay you back ten thousand more . Did e'r my joys or suffrings find a tongue To boast your smiles , or do your honour wrong ? Was ever hopeless love preserv'd so long ? Dor. How vainly dost thou court the senseless Air , And to regardless Trees repeat thy pray'r ? Did thy insulting cruel Goddess hear , Thou would'st as little pity get from her : Leave Love's ingrateful God , shake off his chain , Go where the God of Wine and Mirth does reign , He 'll see thy merit and relieve thy pain . Am. She loves me not — forbids my Tongue and Quill . Dor. Dost thou love her , and disobey her Will ? To harden'd hearts insensible of Love , Courtship does horrid Persecution prove . Thy Love 's best shown by serving her desire . Am. I can't suppress , but I 'll conceal my fire ; And by my suff'rings raise my merit higher . Never had Lover such hard fate as I , To show my Love I must my Love deny , And to be blest , all hope of blessings fly . So when destroying Plagues did threaten Rome , The noble Curtius did prevent its doom ; All love of life and safety he o'recame , And by his death immortaliz'd his name . Song . THy rigour , O Celia , has shorten'd thy reign , And made my bright Goddess a Mortal again . How faint are they glories , how dully they move , That us'd to inflame me with raptures of Love ! Chorus . Tyrannical Beauties , prevent your sad state , 'T is kindness alone can support your high throne , But cruelty hastens your fate . I paid my devotion each day to thy eyes ; I thought it no morning till Celia did rise . With Celia the Court and the Theatres rung , Her praise was the subject of every song . Chorus . Tyrannical Beauty , lament thy lost state , My Passion is gone and thy Empire is done , Thy cruelty hasten'd thy fate . Love heightens our joy , he 's the ease of our care , A Spur to the Valiant and Crown to the Fair ; O seize his soft wings and enjoy while you may , For pleasures of Love will like Empire decay . Chorus . Tyrannical Beauties , prevent your sad state , 'T is kindness alone can support your high throne , But cruelty hastens your fate . The Pavier's Song . Set by Mr. Marsh junior . Master , YE tough brawny Lads , that can live upon stone , And skin the hard Flint for good Liquor , Let Love to the idle and wealthy be gone , And let Preaching alone to the Vicar . Let all be made plain with your strikers and thumpers , And when the work 's done we 'll about with the bumpers . The little blind God of which Lovers so prate , Makes all that adore him grow lazy ; For counterfeit blessings he long makes you wait , And with Sighs and Diseases he pays ye : But he you serve now with your strikers and thumpers , When your work 's done will about with the bumpers . 1. Pa. The Walks are all gravel'd , and the Bower shall be Prepar'd for the Bear and Psyche . 2. But e'r we go in let the drinking begin , And then we will thump it agen . Chorus . With full double Pots Let us liquor our throats , And then we 'll to work with a hoh ho ho , But let 's drink e'r we go , let us drink e'r we go . 1. Here Harry . 2. Here Will. Chorus . Old true-penny still , While one is drinking , another should fill . 3. Here 's to thee Stephen , 4. Thanks honest Phil. Chorus . Old true-penny still , While one is drinking , another should fill . Chorus . With full double Pots We 'll liquor , &c. Master , Dispatch , or the Bear and the Princess will childe , For Love can no hindrance abide ▪ 1. Pav . We have more need of drinking then loving by odds ; We 'll bouze it in spight of the gods . Chorus . With full double Pots We 'll liquor our throats , And then we 'll to work with a hoh ho ho , But let 's drink e'r we go , but let 's drink e'r we go . Marina sitting for her Picture . POor barren Art , how vainly dost thou strive , To Rival Natures greater excellence ! While the admir'd Marina does survive , Whose Beauty dazles the most daring sense . See how the captiv'd Painters trembling hand Wanders at large , while his amazed eyes Dart looks of envy that he can't command Colours so fair as on her cheeks arise . Lay by thy Pencil , Ned , and think with me , If in her face such glorious things we find , Who can resist those charms thou dost not see ; The brighter Beauties of her heav'nly mind ? There 's sacred Virtue , and each pow'rful grace , Which cannot be surpris'd by feeble Art : When creeping Age drives Lovers from the face , Those will for ever hold the conquer'd heart . Thou Tyrant , Love , that hast my Soul possest , Give me this treasure or my heart again : Were I with wealth and mighty Empire blest , Without Marina , all the rest were vain . Uncertain Love. THe lab'ring man that Plants or Sows , His certain times of Profit knows . Seamen the roughest tempest scorn , Hoping at last a rich return . But my too much lov'd Celia's mind Is more inconstant and unkind Than stormy weather , Sea or Wind. Now with assured Hope rais'd high , I think no man so blest as I ; Hope , that a dying Saint may own , To see and hear her speak alone . What if I snatch one kiss or more ? Were Heaven gives a wealthy store , 'T is to be bounteous to the poor . But e'r my swiftest thought can thence Convey a blessing to my sense , My hope like Fairy treasure 's gone , Although I never made it known . From all untruth my heart is clean , No other Love can enter in , Yet Celia's ne'r will come agen . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A36760-e810 * Poel . † Coysh . A54773 ---- A reflection on our modern poesy an essay. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- History and criticism. 2004-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-07 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-11 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2004-11 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A REFLECTION ON OUR Modern POESY . AN ESSAY . — Fuit haec Sapientia quondam , Publica privatis secernere , sacra profanis : Concubitu prohibere vago ; dare jura maritis ; Oppida moliri ; leges incidere ligno ; Sic honor & nomen divinis Vatibus atque Carminibus venit . — Hor. de Arte Poet. LONDON : Printed for W. Rogers in London ; and F. Hicks in Cambridge . 1695. To my Honoured Friend and School-fellow Mr. A. OWEN . SIR , THE way of Dedicating now most in fashion , seems to me to stand in as great need of a Reformation , as does our Poetry . For , as we take nothing to be True and Genuine Poetry , but what is Light , Frothy , and has a wanton Air throughout it ; so the generality seem to stand persuaded , That an Epistle Dedicatory loses its End quite , if not stuff'd up with gross and open Flattery , sufficient to call a Blush into any modest Reader 's Cheek . But here it is a hard matter to judge , Whether the Impudence of the Author , or the Vanity of the Patron ( who believes all true that 's said of him ) does contribute most to carry on this notorious piece of Folly. Now ( Sir ) tho our Early Friendship , and Intimate Acquaintance was the Reason that prevail'd most upon me in presenting this small Essay to You ; yet , to speak truth , there was another Motive too , which made me the more desirous of it , and that was merely upon the account of running counter to the generality of Dedicating Poets , to try if a particular Example might have any small Influence in correcting the Poetical License they take upon such like occasions : For here I was satisfied that I might come off without the least flattering Glance , with one who ( tho young ) has Experience enough to understand , that Personal Respect is not to be estimated by the fine Complements and Flourishes of a Fanciful Pen. And for my part , I think if our Poets go on at their old Rate but a little longer , we shall be apt to interpret Epistles of this sort as we do Dreams , by the Contrary . The great Scandal that Poetry has of late been subject to , together with the respect I always had for it , gave occasion for the following Reflection . For as I was considering how much this Art was esteemed amongst our Forefathers , and how Venerable , nay , almost Sacred , the Name of a Poet was then ; Surely ( thought I ) the Former Honour , and the Present Disgrace the Muses lye under , could never depend on the different Capricio's of two divers Ages , but there must be some more reasonable Ground for this matter , which if once discovered , will give a very fair opportunity of restoring Verse to its Primitive Dignity . Some there are who suspect , That the want of Genius in our Age has given Poetry this deadly Wound : But they will soon find their Mistake , if ( laying aside the blind Veneration we have for Antiquity ) they compare the Ancients and Moderns in any sort of Poetry , excepting the Epic. So that we must seek out for some other Cause more probable than the former . And what others may spy , I know not ; but I think the great Difference lies here , That Poetry is now no longer the Fountain of Wisdom , the School of Virtue ; it is no longer a fit Trainer up of Youth , a Bridler of the Passions and exorbitant Desires : But on the contrary , he is reckoned the Ablest Poet , that is most dextrous at conjuring up these Evil Spirits , to disturb the Calm and Quiet of the Soul. And this ( if I mistake not ) is that which hath deform'd so great a Beauty , and cast an Odium on that most Excellent Art , which was once the Pride of Conquerors , and Envy of Philosophers . What I have transiently remark'd in the following Verses , will ( I doubt not ) be dislik'd by many of our Rhiming Sparks , for take but the Liberty of Writing Immodestly from 'em , aud you have quite dismounted them off their Pegasus ; they are quite Tongue-ty'd ; 't is with them , as Horace says it was in the Reign of the old Comedy , Chorusque , Turpiter , obticuit , sublato jure nocendi . What I have said against Love upon the Stage , I would not have apprehended so , as if I would have that Passion quite exploded ; for I think it one of the fittest Passions for Poetry , and capable of very great Ornaments ; but then I would have it very nicely and delicately handled ; and what might give the least Offence to the severest Modesty always cast in Shades ; for it is then only that this Passion is not to be allow'd , when it goes beyond its bounds ; and that is , when the Poet 's Strokes are too bold , and his Colours too glaring . I was told ( which I my self afterwards found to be true ) that a great Part of my Design was already perform'd in the Preface to Prince Arthur . However , that did not trouble me in the least , for I was very glad to see so Eminent an Author of the same Opinion with me ; since I had laid a Rude Draught of my Reflection the last Summer , which I then shew'd several of my Acquaintance . However , the World may think this a Sham , and I am very willing to be thought indebted to so creditable a Person for what I have said . I shall make no Apology for the Tediousness of my Epistle , since you are too often guilty of the Contrary Vice in writing to your Real Friend , and very Humble Servant . A REFLECTION ON OUR Modern Poesy . IF Poets be ( as they pretend ) inspir'd With Heat Divine , and Sacred Fury fir'd , How comes it then , that each Poetick Piece Gives now-a-days Encouragement to Vice ? Each Line ( or else we think it will not do ) With wanton Love , and Flames unchaste must glow . That scribling Fop that would a Poet be , First bids adieu to all his Modesty : Invokes not Phoebus , but the God of Wine ; Crowns his hot Temples with th' inspiring Vine : The Glass ( Dull Sot ! ) must make his Thoughts sublime , For in a Sober Mood what Bard can Rhime ? But sure Great Homer got not thus a Name ; Nor Lofty Maro his Eternal Fame ; Their Muses chaste as Vestal Virgins were ; Stately , not Proud ; Reserv'd , but not Severe . The Flame that thro' their Works so bright does shine , Was surely kindled by a Breath Divine , No Cupid's Puff , nor Frenzy caus'd by Wine . But that our Follies we at large may see , Let 's closer view our Modern Poesy . What place so much debauch'd as is our Stage , Which next the Pulpit , should correct the Age ? What anciently Devotion did begin , We have converted to the use of Sin ; And on our Theatres we daily see Vice triumph o'er dejected Honesty . But happy Athens ! whose more splendid Stage Was moraliz'd by Sophocles wise Rage : Who e're he did pretend to Poetry , Search'd the grave Precepts of Philosophy ; Hence 't was he taught but what he learnt before , And practis'd those sound Rules his Writings bore : He doubly charm'd his Modest Audience , By good Example , and wise Eloquence . Philosophers far short in teaching came ; Their Naked Virtues maimed were and lame . The Pearl they represented to the View Unpolish'd , as It naturally grew . But Poets put a Gloss on 't , made it shine , Then 't was embrac'd as somewhat more Divine . And what the People thought too Hard before , Sits Easy now , and is with Pleasure bore . And now what weak Excuse , what vain Pretence , Can Christian Poets bring in their Defence ? Shall Heathens teach by Nature's Glow-worm Light , What they neglect when Faith directs their Sight ? Or are our Palates vitiated , and we Can relish nought but Vice in Poetry ? Must They indulge the Ill , and sooth our Fate , Or else prevent it e're it be too late ? If We are led away by strong Desire , Must They add Fuel to the raging Fire ? Not so did Orpheus ; but with tuneful Voice , Taught Salvage Men that follow'd Nature's Choice , That wildly stray'd in shrubby Brakes all day , And herded with the common Beasts of Prey ; E'en These he taught their Passions to subdue , Through Error 's Maze to follow Reason's Clue , Their Mossy Caves and Grotto's to forsake , And fitter Dwellings for themselves to make ; And that in Learning Greece did so aspire , Was wholly owing to his Sacred Lyre . Then let some Champion for the Muses rise , Who dares be obstinately Good , and Wise ; Let him but turn the Stream of Helicon , And make It in its proper Channel run . He needs not fear his Bayes shall wither'd lye ; Or that We shall despise his Poetry ; For Virtue , when well dress'd in Comely Grace , Has surely Charms so lovely in her Face , We all should Vice forsake , and only Her embrace . But He must then take a peculiar care , No Wanton Scenes have in his Poem share : A Plot and Moral let him chuse , that 's free From all Allays of fulsome Ribaldry , Which in our Modern Plays too oft we see . Let not Immodest Love come in his Rhimes ; Which to excuse , our Poets oftentimes Reply , They bring such Objects into view , To make us loathe those Passions we pursue . But this is False ; They always move Desire , Fan by degrees in us Unlawful Fire : For here the Poet 's Warm Expressions move Th' Unthinking Herd such Passions to approve . Then let 'em be with Care remov'd from sight ; If we 'll be free , we must forget 'em quite . The Wiser Ancients did this Fault decline , And made their Tragedies more Masculine . Each nervous Scene some Manlike Virtue taught , Untainted with the least Immodest Thought . Their Heroes were more Stern , and fit for Wars , Scorn'd whining Love , and Jealousy's fond Jars : But Ours , more fit for Cupid's Childish Arms , Are Womens Fools , and Captives to their Charms . The Stage , which Terror should with Pity move , With us is wholly taken up in Love. In this ( as well as other Follies ) we Too much affect the Gallick Levity : Thence our Romantick Heroes first we drew , Unlike our Arthur , and our William too . In vain it is , that Heav'n's Wise Providence Has by a Sea divided us from France , If still their Fopperies we Imitate , And their vain Customs to our Isle Translate . We want not Genius for the Buskin Muse , Would Britain but all Foreign Aids refuse ; Nor of our Language need we to complain ; 'T is Pompous , Bold , and fits the Tragick Strain . Our Poets too that have wrote Comedy , Have Wit enough , but fail in Modesty ; They still forget the End for which they write , And mind not Profit , so they can Delight . But he that wears the Sock , should carefully Purge all his Writings from Obscenity : And though the Age's Humour he expose , Yet no Unseemly things should he disclose . His Plays should be a Glass , where All might see How to correct their own Deformity . Terence in this might justly claim the Bayes , Whose Lively Draughts succeeding Ages praise : By Him was taught upon the Roman Stage , The Duties proper to each State and Age. But here with us , in a whole Comedy One Virtuous Character you cannot see : Rather than want for Vice , we chuse to draw Strange Monsters , contrary to Nature's Law. True Innocence the Poet ridicules , And Honesty reserves for none but Fools . His Gentleman he makes a Wondrous Sage , That 's deeply read in Vices of the Age : His Mistress and his Cloaths employ his Care ; Of all his Thoughts his Countrey claims no share . The Damsel too , e'er Fifteen Years expire , Is all o'er Love , and Wanton with Desire ; Then strait all Filial Duty 's laid aside , And nought will please her , but the Name of Bride : Which once obtain'd , does soon uneasie prove , And still she trafficks in Forbidden Love ; Her Husband 's Kisses lose their wonted Taste , And stollen Pleasures always Relish best . These Characters with Wit and Language joyn'd , Must needs Instruct a Youthful Reader 's Mind ! These Ills , tho' great , yet are but light to Crimes , Whose Horror shall amaze succeeding Times ! See now the Poet 's Bold in Mischief grown , And turns to Ridicule the Sacred Gown ! The Grave Divine a Laughing-stock he makes ; And the firm Basis of Religion shakes : High Heav'n's Embassador within the Scene Lays by his awful and becoming Mien , And takes upon him there ( O Monstrous sight ! ) To play the Pimp , or Canting Hypocrite . Happy the Heathens ! whose Impiety Ne'er mounted yet to such a high degree . Due Reverence to their Priests was always shown , And Distance kept from the Mysterious Gown . Calchas was Fear'd and Honour'd as a God , The Grecian Army still Obey'd his Nod. But hear , O hear ! how mighty was the Hand Of Moses , and how powerful the Wand , That wrought such Wonders in Proud Pharaoh's Land ! Revolve th' amazing History , and learn The Dignity of Priesthood to discern . Satyr , which was a wholsome Remedy , Prescrib'd to cure a People's Malady , When prudently apply'd doth Good produce ; But as all Goods are subject to abuse , So this of Late no Publick Cure intends , But only serves to black Malicious ends . We dip our Pens in Gall when e'er we Write , And all our Inspiration is but Spite . But Horace , free from Prejudice and Rage , With Honey did the smarting Sting assuage : His Satyr grinn'd not as it bit , but Smil'd , Both Cur'd the Reader , and his Care beguil'd . Had Dryden never Writ , then Britain still Had with Despair admir'd the Roman Skill : But now , by his Example taught , we know , That Finest Satyr in our Soil will grow . Our Songs and Little Poems , for most part , Have much degraded the Poetick Art. On Trifling Subjects all our Wit we drain ; Which little Credit to the Writer gain . Turn over e'ery Late Miscellany , You hardly can a Modest Copy see . Broad Words , and fulsome Thoughts we now admit , And praise the Nauseous Author for a Wit. But sure by Men of Sense and Quality , The Wretch is Pity'd for his Ribaldry ; And here the Petty Scribler's Blasted Bays Is propt but by the silly Vulgar's Praise . Were I design'd by Kinder Destiny To Court a Muse , and follow Poetry , My early care should be to raise a Fence To guard All-Pure my Native Innocence ; My Infant Genius should strict Vertue learn , And Modesty should be its great Concern : Nor Popular Applause , nor hopes of Gain , Th' unspotted Brightness of the Pearl should stain . For Reputation , if it once be lost , Can never be regain'd by any Cost ; 'T is Bright like Chrystal , — but 't is Brittle too , Easie to Crack , but hard for to Renew . Then closely would I watch m' untainted Muse , That She no Meretricious Arts should use ; No Unbecoming Words , nor Wanton sound , The Niceness of her Virgin Ear shou'd wound . So shou'd my Writings with the Eneid strive , And my Chaste Verse to endless Ages live : Whilst all my Readers say , Lo ! This is He , That from long Bondage set the Muses Free. FINIS . 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A16273) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 13045) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 237:16) Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam. Bodenham, John, fl. 1600, attrib. name. N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607, attrib. name. A. B., fl. 1600, attrib. name. [200] p. Printed by I. R[oberts] for Iohn Flasket, and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard, at the signe of the Beare, At London : 1600. One of a series sponsored by John Bodenham, to whom the editorship is usually attributed; also sometimes attributed to Nicholas Ling and to A.B. In verse. Printer's name from STC. "To his loving kinde friend, Maister Iohn Bodenham" signed: A. B.; "To his very louing friends, M. Nicholas VVanton, and M. George Faucet" signed: A. B.; "To the reader, if indifferent" signed: L. N. [i.e. Nicholas Ling?--STC.]. First leaf blank. Signatures: A-Z⁴ 2A-2B⁴. 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Pastoral poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. 2004-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-02 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-03 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2004-03 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-04 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ENGLANDS HELICON . Casta placent superis , pura cum veste venite , Et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam . AT LONDON Printed by I. R. for Iohn Flasket , and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard , at the signe of the Beare . 1600. TO HIS LOVING KINDE FRIEND , Maister Iohn Bodenham . WIts Common-wealth , the first fruites of thy paines , Drew on Wits Theater , thy second Sonne : By both of which ; I cannot count the gaines , And wondrous profit that the world hath wonne . Next , in the Muses Garden , gathering flowres , Thou mad'st a Nosegay , as was neuer sweeter : Whos 's sent will sauour to Times latest howres , And for the greatest Prince no Poesie meeter . Now comes thy Helicon , to make compleate And furnish vp thy last impos'd designe : My paines heerein , I cannot terme it great , But what-so-ere , my love ( and all ) is thine . Take loue , take paines , take all remaines in me : And where thou art , my hart still liues with thee . To his very louing friends , M. Nicholas VVanton , and M. George Faucet . ( ⸫ ) THough many miles ( but more occasions ) doo sunder vs ( kinde Gentlemen ) yet apromise at parting , dooth in iustice claime performance , and assurance of gentle acceptance , would mightilie condemne me if I should neglect it . Helicon , though not as I could wish , yet in such good sort as time would permit , hauing past the pikes of the Presse , comes now to Yorke to salute her rightfull Patrone first , and next ( as his deere friends and kindsmen ) to offer you her kinde seruice . If shee speede well there , it is all shee requires , if they frowne at her beere , she greatly not cares : for the wise ( shee knowes ) will neuer be other then them selues , as for such then as would seeme so , but neither are , nor euer will be , she holds this as a maine principle ; that their malice neede as little be feared , as their fauour or friendship is to be desired . So hoping you will not forget vs there , as we continuallie shall be mindefull of you heere . I leaue you to the delight of Englands Helicon . Yours in all he may , A. B. To the Reader , if indifferent . MAny honoured names haue heretofore ( in their particuler interest , ) patronized some part of these inuentions : many here be , that onely these Collections haue brought to light , & not inferiour ( in the best opinions ) to anie before published . The trauaile that hath beene taken in gathering them from so many handes , hath wearied some howres , which seuered , might in part haue perished , digested into this meane volume , may in the opinion of some not be altogether vnworthy the labour . If any man hath beene defrauded of any thing by him composed , by another mans title put to the same , hee hath this benefit by this collection , freely to challenge his owne in publique , where els he might be robd of his proper due . No one thing beeing here placed by the Collector of the same vnder any mans name , eyther at large , or in letters , but as it was deliuered by some especiall coppy comming to his handes . No one man , that shall take offence that his name is published to any inuention of his , but he shall within the reading of a leafe or two , meete with another in reputation euery way equal with himselfe , whose name hath beene before printed to his Poeme , which nowe taken away were more then theft : which may satisfie him that would faine seeme curious or be intreated for his fame . Nowe , if any Stationer shall finde faulte , that his Coppies are robd by any thing in this Collection , let me aske him this question , VVhy more in this , then in any Diuine or humaine Authour : From whence a man ( writing of that argument ) shal gather any saying , sentence , similie , or example , his name put to it who is the Authour of the same . This is the simplest of many reasons that I could vrdge , though perhaps the neerest his capacitie , but that I would be loth to trouble my selfe , to satisfie him . Further , if any man whatsoeuer , in prizing of his owne birth or fortune , shall take in scorne , that a far meaner man in the eye of the world , shal be placed by him : I tell him plainly whatsoeuer so excepting , that , that mans wit is set by his , not that man by him . In which degree , the names of Poets ( all feare and dutie ascribed to her great and sacred Name ) haue beene placed with the names of the greatest Princes of the world , by the most autentique and worthiest iudgements , without disparagement to their soueraigne titles : which if any man taking exception thereat , in ignorance know not , I hold him vnworthy to be placed by the meanest that is but graced with the title of a Poet. Thus gentle Reader I wish thee all happines . L. N. ENGLANDS HELICON . ¶ The Sheepheard to his chosen Nimph. ONely ioy , now heere you are , Fit to heare and ease my care : Let my whispring voyce obtaine , Sweet reward for sharpest paine . Take me to thee , and thee to me , No , no , no , no , my Deere , let be . Night hath clos'd all in her cloke , Twinkling starres Loue-thoughts prouoke , Daunger hence good care dooth keepe Iealousie it selfe dooth sleepe . Take me to thee , and thee to me : No , no , no , no , my Deere , let be . Better place no wit can finde , Cupids yoake to loose or binde , These sweet flowers on fine bed too , Vs in their best language woo , Take me to thee , and thee to me : No , no , no , no , my Deere , let be . This small light the Moone bestowes , Serues thy beames but to enclose , So to raise my hap more hie , Feare not else , none can vs spie . Take me to thee , and thee to me : No , no , no , no , my Deare , let be . That you heard was but a Mouse , Dumbe sleepe holdeth all the house , Yet a-sleepe me thinks they say , Young folkes , take time while you may . Take me to thee , and thee to me : No , no , no , no , my Deare , let be . Niggard Time threats , if we misse This large offer of our blisle , Long stay , ere he graunt the same , ( Sweet then ) while each thing dooth frame , Take me to thee , and thee to me : No , no , no , no , my Deere , let be . Your faire Mother is a bed , Candles out , and Curtaines spred , She thinks you doo Letters write , Write , but let me first indite . Take me to thee , and thee to me , No , no , no , no , my Deere , let be . Sweete ( alas ) why saine you thus ? Concord better fitteth vs. Leaue to Mars the force of hands , Your power in your beauty stands . Take me to thee , and thee to me : No , no , no , no , my Deare , let be . Woe to me , and you doo sweare Me to hate , but I forbeare , Cursed be my destenies all , That brought me to so high a fall . Soone with my death I will please thee : No , no , no , no , my Deare , let be . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . THEORELLO . ¶ A Sheepheards Edillion . YOu Sheepheards which on hillocks sit , like Princes in their throanes : And guide your flocks , which else would flit your flocks of little ones : Good Kings haue not disdained it , but Sheepheards haue beene named : A sheepe-hooke is a Scepter fit , for people well reclaimed . The Sheepheards life so honour'd is and praised : That Kings lesse happy seeme , though higher raised . The Sommer Sunne hath guilded faire , with morning rayes the mountaines : The birds doo caroll in the ayre , and naked Nimphs in Fountaines . The Siluanes in their shagged haire , with Hamadriades trace : The shadie Satires make a Quiere , which rocks with Ecchoes grace . All breathe delight , all solace in the season : Not now to sing , were enemie to reason . Cosma my Loue , and more then so , the life of mine affections : Nor life alone , but Lady too , and Queene of their directions . Cosma my Loue , is faire you know , and which you Sheepheards know not : Is ( Sophi said ) thence called so , but names her beauty showe not , Yet hath the world no better name then she : And then the world , no fairer thing can be . The Sunne vpon her fore-head stands , ( or iewell Sunne-like glorious , ) Her fore-head wrought with Ioues owne hands , for heauenly white notorious . Her golden lockes like Hermus sands , ( or then bright Hermus brighter : ) A spangled Cauill binds in with bands , then siluer morning lighter . And if the Planets are the chiefe in skies : No other starres then Planets are her eyes . Her cheeke , her lip ; fresh cheeke , more fresh , then selfe-blowne buds of Roses : Rare lip , more red then those of flesh , which thousand sweetes encloses : Sweet breath , which all things dooth refresh , and words than breath farre sweeter : Cheeke firme , lip firme , not fraile nor nesh , as substance which is fleeter . In praise doo not surmount , although in placing : Her christall necke , round breast , and armes embracing . The thorough-shining ayre I weene , is not so perfect cleare : As is the skie of her faire skinne , whereon no spots appeare . The parts which ought not be seene , for soueraigne woorth excell : Her thighs with Azure braunched beene , and all in her are well . Long Iuorie hands , legges straighter then the Pine : Well shapen feete , but vertue most diuine . Nor cloathed like a Sheepheardesse , but rather like a Queene : Her mantle dooth the formes expresse , of all which may be seene . Roabe fitter for an Empresse , then for a Sheepheards loue : Roabe fit alone for such a Lasse , as Emperours doth moue . Roabe which heauens Queene , the bride of her owne brother , Would grace herselfe with , or with such another . Who euer ( and who else but Ioue ) embroidered the same : Hee knew the world , and what did moue , in all the mightie frame . So well ( belike his skill to proue ) the counterfeits he wrought : Of vvood-Gods , and of euery groaue , and all which else was ought . Is there a beast , a bird , a fish worth noate ? Then that he drew , and picturde in her coate . A vaile of Lawne like vapour thin vnto her anckle trailes : Through which the shapes discerned bin , as too and fro it sailes . Shapes both of men , who neuer lin to search her wonders out : Of monsters and of Gods a kin , which her empale about . A little world her flowing garment seemes : And who but as a wonder thereof deemes ? For heere and there appeare forth towers , among the chalkie downes : Citties among the Country bowers , vvhich smiling Sun-shine crownes . Her mettall buskins deckt with flowers , as th' earth when frosts are gone : Besprinckled are with Orient showers of hayle and pebble stone . Her feature peerelesse , peerelesse her attire , I can but loue her loue , with zeale entire . O who can sing her beauties best , or that remaines vnsung ? Doe thou Apollo tune the rest , vnworthy is my tongue . To gaze on her , is to be blest , so wondrous fayre her face is ; Her fairenes cannot be exprest , in Goddesses nor Graces . I loue my loue , the goodly worke of Nature : Admire her face , but more admire her stature . On thee ( ô Cosma ) will I gaze , and reade thy beauties euer : Delighting in the blessed maze , which can be ended neuer . For in the luster of thy rayes , appeares thy parents brightnes : Who himselfe infinite displaies in thee his proper greatnes . My song must end , but neuer my desire : For Cosmas face is Theorellos fire . E. B. FINIS . Astrophels Loue is dead . RIng out your belles , let mourning shewes be spread , For Loue is dead . All loue is dead infected With plague of deepe disdaine : Worth as nought worth reiected , And faith faire scorne doth gaine . From so vngratefull fancie , From such a femall frenzie , From them that vse men thus : Good Lord deliuer vs. Weepe neighbours weepe , doe you not heare it saide That Loue is dead ? His death-bed Peacocks follie , His winding sheete is shame : His will false , seeming holie , His sole exectour blame . From so vngratefull fancie , From such a female frenzie , From them that vse men thus : Good Lord deliuer vs. Let Dirge be sunge , and Trentals richly read , For Loue is dead . And wrong his Tombe ordaineth , My Mistresse marble hart : Which Epitaph containeth , Her eyes were once his Dart. From so vngratefull fancie , From such a female frenzie , From them that vse men thus : Good Lord deliuer vs. Alas , I lye , rage hath this errour bred , Loue is not dead . Loue is not dead , but sleepeth In her vnmatched minde : Where shee his counsell keepeth , Till due desert she find . Therefore from so vile fancie , To call such wit a frenzie , Who loue can temper thus : Good Lord deliuer vs. Sir. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ A Palinode . AS withereth the Primrose by the riuer , As fadeth Sommers-sunne from gliding fountaines ; As vanisheth the light blowne bubble euer , As melteth snow vpon the mossie Mountaines . So melts , so vanisheth , so fades , so withers , The Rose , the shine , the bubble and the snow , Of praise , pompe , glorie , ioy ( which short life gathers , ) Faire praise , vaine pompe , sweet glory , brittle ioy . The withered Primrose by the mourning riuer , The faded Sommers-sunne from weeping fountaines : The light-blowne bubble , vanished for euer , The molten snow vpon the naked mountaines , Are Emblems that the treasures we vp-lay , Soone wither , vanish , fade , and melt away . For as the snowe , whose lawne did ouer-spread Th' ambitious hills , which Giant-like did threat To pierce the heauen with theyr aspiring head , Naked and bare doth leaue their craggie seate . When as the bubble , which did emptie flie The daliance of the vndiscerned winde : On whose calme rowling waues it did relie , Hath shipwrack made , where it did daliance finde : And when the Sun-shine which dissolu'd the snow , Cullourd the bubble with a pleasant varie , And made the rathe and timely Primrose grow , Swarth clowdes with-drawne ( which longer time doe tarie ) Oh what is praise , pompe , glory , ioy , but so As shine by fountaines , bubbles , flowers or snow ? E. B. FINIS . ¶ Astrophell the Sheep-heard , his complaint to his flocke . GOe my flocke , goe get yee hence , Seeke a better place of feeding : Where yee may haue some defence From the stormes in my breast breeding , And showers from mine eyes proceeding . Leaue a wretch , in whom all woe , can abide to keepe no measure : Merry Flocke , such one forgoe vnto whom mirth is displeasure , onely ritch in mischiefes treasure . Yet ( alas ) before you goe , heare your wofull Maisters Storie : Which to stones I else would showe , Sorrow onely then hath glorie : when t is excellently sorrie . Stella , fiercest Sheepheardesse , fiercest , but yet fairest euer : Stella , whom the heauens still blesse , though against me she perseuer , though I blisse , inherite neuer . Stella , hath refused me , Stella , who more loue hath proued In this caitiffe hart to be , Then can in good by vs be moued : Towards Lambkins best beloued . Stella , hath refused me , Astrophell that so well serued . In this pleasant Spring must see while in pride flowers be preserued : himselfe onely Winter-sterued . Why ( alas ) then dooth she sweare , that she loueth me so dearely : Seeing me so long to beare coales of loue that burne so clearely : and yet leaue me helplesse meerely ? Is that loue ? Forsooth I trow , if I saw my good dogge greeued : And a helpe for him did know , my Loue should not be beleeued : but he were by me releeued . No , she hates me , well away , faigning loue , somewhat to please me : Knowing , if she should display all her hate , Death soone would seaze me : and of hideous torments ease me . Then my deare Flocke now adiew , but ( alas ) if in your straying , Heauenly Stella meete with you , tell her in your pittious blaying : her poore slaues vniust decaying . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ Hobbinolls Dittie in prayse of Eliza Queene of the Sheepheards . YEe dainty Nimphs that in this blessed Brooke Doo bath your brest ; Forsake your watry Bowers , and hether looke At my request . And you faire Virgins that on Parnasse dwell , Whence floweth Helicon the learned well : Helpe me to blaze Her worthy praise , Who in her sexe dooth all excell . Of faire Eliza be your siluer song , That blessed wight : The flower of Virgins , may she flourish long , In Princely plight : For shee is Sirinx daughter , without spot , Which Pan the Sheepheards God on her begot : So sprung her Grace , Of heauenly race : No mortall blemish may her blot . See where she sits vpon the grassie greene , O seemely sight : Yclad in scarlet , like a mayden Queene , And Ermines white . Vpon her head a crimson Coronet , With Daffadills and Damaske Roses set , Bay leaues betweene , And Primeroses greene : Embellish the sweet Violet . Tell me , haue ye beheld her Angels face , Like Phoebe faire ? Her heauenly hauiour , her Princely Grace , Can well compare The red-Rose medled and the vvhite yfere , In eyther cheeke depeincten liuely cheere . Her modest eye , Her Maiestie , Where haue you seene the like but there ? I saw Phoebus thrust out his golden head , On her to gaze : But when he saw how broade her beames did spread : It did him maze . He blusht to see an other Sunne below , Ne durst againe his fierie face out-show : Let him if he dare His brighnes compare With hers , to haue the ouerthrow . Shew thy selfe Cinthia with thy siluer rayes , And be not abasht , When she the beames of her beauty displayes , Oh how art thou dasht ? But I will not match her with Latonaes seede , Such folly great sorrow to Niobe did breede , Now is she a stone , And makes deadly moane , Warning all other to take heede . Pan may be proud , that euer he begot Such a Bellibone : And Sirnix reioyce , that euer was her lot To beare such a one . Soone as my Younglings cryen for the dam , To her will I offer a milke-white Lamb. Shee is my Goddesse plaine , And I her Sheepheards Swaine , Albe for-swonck and for-swat I am . I see Caliope speede her to the place , Where my Goddesse shines : And after her the other Muses trace With their Violines . Bin they not Baie-braunches which they doo beare : All for Eliza in her hand to weare ? So sweetly they play , And sing all the way , That it a heauen is to heare . Loe how finely the Graces can it foote , to the Instrument : They dauncen deffely , and singen soote In their merriment . Wants not a fourth Grace to make the daunce euen ? Let that roome to my Lady be giuen . Shee shall be a Grace , To fill the fourth place , And raigne with the rest in heauen . And whether runnes this beuie of Ladies bright , Ranged in a roe ? They been all Ladies of the Lake behight That vnto her goe : Chloris , that is the chiefe Nimph of all , Of Oliue-braunches beares a Coronall : Oliues beene for peace When warres doo surcease , Such for a Princesse beene principall . Bring hether the Pinke and purple Cullumbine . With Gillyflowers Bring sweet Carnasions , and Sops in vvine , Worne of Paramours . Strew me the ground with Daffa-down-Dillies , And Cowslips , and Kings-cups , and loued Lillies , The pretty Paunce , And the Cheuisaunce , Shall match with the faire flower-Delice . Ye Sheepheards daughters that dwell on the greene , Hie you there a pace , Let none come there but such as Virgins beene , To adorne her Grace . And when you come where as she is in place : See that your rudenes doo not you disgrace . Bind your Fillets fast , And gird on your wast : For more finenesse with a Tawdrie lace . Now rise vp Eliza , decked as thou art , In royall ray : And now ye dainty Damsels may depart , Each one her way . I feare I haue troubled your troupes too long : Let dame Eliza thanke you for her Song . And if you come hether , When Damzins I gather I will part them all , you among . Edm. Spencer . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards Daffadill . GOrbo , as thou cam'st this way By yonder little hill , Or as thou through the fields didst stray , Saw'st thou my Daffadill ? Shee 's in a frock of Lincolne greene , The colour Maydes delight , And neuer hath her Beauty seene But through a vayle of white . Then Roses richer to behold , That dresse vp Louers Bowers , The Pansie and the Marigold Are Phoebus Paramoures . Thou well describ'st the Daffadill , It is not full an hower Since by the Spring neere yonder hill I saw that louely flower . Yet with my flower thou didst not meete , Not newes of her doest bring , Yet is my Daffadill more sweete Then that by yonder Spring . I saw a Sheepheard that doth keepe In yonder field of Lillies , Was making ( as he fed his sheepe ) A vvreath of Daffadillies . Yet Gorbo : thou delud'st me still , My flower thou didst not see . For know ; my pretty Daffadill Is worne of none but mee . To shew it selfe but neere her seate No Lilly is so bold , Except to shade her from the heate , Or keepe her from the cold . Through yonder vale as I did passe Descending from the hill , I met a smerking Bonny-lasse , They call her Daffadill . Whose presence as a-long she went The pretty flowers did greete , As though their heads they downe-ward bent , With homage to her feete . And all the Sheepheards that were nie , From top of euery hill ; Vnto the Vallies loud did crie , There goes sweet Daffadill . I gentle Sheepheard now with ioy Thou all my flock doest fill : Come goe with me thou Sheepheards boy , Let vs to Daffadill . Michaell Drayton . FINIS . ¶ A Canzon Pastorall in honour of her Maiestie . ALas what pleasure now the pleasant Spring Hath giuen place , To harsh black frosts the sad ground couering , Can wee poore wee embrace , When euery bird on euery branch can sing Naught but this note of woe alas ? Alas this note of woe why should we found ? With vs as May , September hath a prime , Then birds and branches your alas is fond , Which call vpon the absent Sommer time : For did flowres make our May Or the Sun-beames your day . When Night and Winter did the vvorld embrace , Well might you waile your ill and sing alas . Loe Matron-like the Earth her selfe attires In habite graue , Naked the fields are , bloomelesse are the brires , Yet we a Sommer haue , Who in our clime kindleth these liuing fires , Which bloomes can on the briers saue . No Ice dooth christallize the running Brooke , No blast deflowres the flowre-adorned field , Christall is cleere , but cleerer is the looke , Which to our climes these liuing fires dooth yield : Winter though euery where Hath no abiding heere : On Brooks and Briers she doth rule alone , The Sunne which lights our world is alwayes one . Edmund Bolton . FINIS . ¶ Melicertus Madrigale . WHat are my Sheepe , without their wonted food ? What is my life , except I gaine my Loue ? My Sheepe consume , and faint for want of blood , My life is lost vnlesse I Grace approue . No flower that saplesse thriues , No Turtle without pheare . The day without the Sunne doth lower for woe , Then woe mine eyes , vnlesse they beauty see : My Sonne Samelaes eyes , by whom I know , Wherein delight consists , where pleasures be . Nought more the hart reuiues , Then to embrace his Deare . The starres from earthly humours gaine their light , Our humours by their light possesse their power : Samelaes eyes fed by my weeping sight , Infuse my paines or ioyes , by smile or lower . So wends the source of loue , It feedes , it failes , it ends . Kind lookes , cleare to your Ioy , behold her eyes , Admire her hart , desire to tast her kisses : In them the heauen of ioy and solace lyes , Without them , euery hope his succour misses . Oh how I liue to prooue , Whereto this solace tends ? Ro. Greene. FINIS . ¶ Olde Damons Pastorall . FRom Fortunes frownes and change remou'd , wend silly Flocks in blessed feeding : None of Damon more belou'd , feede gentle Lambs while I sit reading . Carelesse vvorldlings , outrage quelleth all the pride and pompe of Cittie : But true peace with Sheepheards dwelleth , ( Sheepheards who delight in pittie . ) Whether grace of heauen betideth , on our humble minds such pleasure : Perfect peace with Swaines abideth , loue and faith is Sheepheards treasure . On the lower Plaines the thunder little thriues , and nought preuaileth : Yet in Citties breedeth wonder , and the highest hills assaileth . Enuie of a forraigne Tyrant threatneth Kings , not Sheepheards humble : Age makes silly Swaines delirant , thirst of rule garres great men stumble . What to other seemeth sorrie , abiect state and humble biding : Is our ioy and Country glorie , highest states haue worse betiding . Golden cups doo harbour poyson , and the greatest pompe , dissembling : Court of seasoned words hath foyson , treason haunts in most assembling . Homely breasts doo harbour quiet , little feare , and mickle solace : States suspect their bed and diet , feare and craft doo haunt the Pallace . Little would I , little want I , where the mind and store agreeth , Smallest comfort is not scantie , least he longs that little seeth . Time hath beene that I haue longed , foolish I , to like of follie : To conuerse where honour thronged , to my pleasures linked wholy . Now I see , and seeing sorrow that the day consum'd , returnes not : Who dare trust vpon to morrow , when nor time , nor life soiournes not ? Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ Perigot and Cuddies Roundelay . IT fell vpon a holy-Eue , hey hoe holy-day : When holy-Fathers wont to shriue , now ginneth this Roundelay . Sitting vpon a hill so hie , hey hoe the hie hill : The while my flocke did feede thereby , the while the Sheepheards selfe did spill . I saw the bouncing Bellybone , hey hoe Bonny-bell : Tripping ouer the Dale alone , shee can trip it very well . Well decked in a Frock of gray , hey hoe gray is greete : And in a Kirtle of greene Say , the greene is for Maydens meete . A Chaplet on her head she wore , hey hoe the Chaplet : Of sweet Violets therein was store , she 's sweeter then the Violet . My Sheepe did leaue their wonted food , hey hoe silly Sheepe : And gaz'd on her as they were wood , vvood as he that did them keepe . As the Bony-lasse passed by , hey hoe Bony-lasse : Shee rold at me with glauncing eye , as cleare as the Christall-glasse . All as the Sunnie-beame so bright , hey hoe the Sun-beame : Glaunceth from Phoebus face forth right , so loue into my hart did streame . Or as the thunder cleaues the clouds , hey hoe the thunder : Wherein the lightsome leuin shrouds , so cleaues my soule a-sunder . Or as Dame Cinthias siluer ray , hey hoe the moone-light : Vpon the glistering vvaue doth play , such play is a pitteous plight . The glaunce into my hart did glide , hey hoe the glider : There-with my soule was sharply gride , such wounds soone wexen wider . Hasting to raunch the arrow out , hey hoe Perigot : I left the head in my hart roote , it was a desperate shot . There it rankleth aye more and more , hey hoe the arrow : Ne can I finde salue for my sore , loue is a curelesse sorrow . And though my bale with death I bought , hey hoe heauie cheere : Yet should thilke lasse not from my thought , so you may buy gold too deere . But whether in painfull loue I pine , hey hoe pinching paine : Or thriue in wealth , she shall be mine , but if thou can her obtaine . And if for gracelesse greefe I dye hey hoe gracelesse greefe : Witnesse , she slew me with her eye , let thy folly be the preefe . And you that saw it , simple sheepe , hey hoe the faire flocke : For priefe thereof my death shall weepe , and moane with many a mocke . So learn'd I loue on a holy-Eue , hey hoe holy-day : That euer since my hart did greeue , now endeth our Roundelay . Edm. Spencer . FINIS . ¶ Phillida and Coridon . IN the merry moneth of May , In a morne by breake of day , Foorth I walked by the Wood side , When as May was in his pride : There I spied all alone , Phillida and Coridon . Much a-doo there was God wot , He would loue , and she would not . She sayd neuer man was true , He sayd , none was false to you . He sayd , he had lou'd her long , She sayd , Loue should haue no wrong . Coridon would kisse her then , She said , Maides must kisse no men , Till they did for good and all . Then she made the Sheepheard call All the heauens to witnesse truth : Neuer lou'd a truer youth . Thus with many a pretty oath , Yea and nay , and faith and troth , Such as silly Sheepheards vse , When they will not Loue abuse ; Loue , which had beene long deluded , Was with kisses sweete concluded . And Phillida with garlands gay : Was made the Lady of the May. N. Breton . FINIS . ¶ To Colin Cloute. BEautie sate bathing by a Spring , where fayrest shades did hide her . The winds blew calme , the birds did sing , the coole streames ranne beside her . My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eye , to see what was forbidden : But better Memory said , fie , so , vaine Desire was chidden . hey nonnie , nonnie , &c. Into a slumber then I fell , when fond imagination : Seemed to see , but could not tell her feature or her fashion . But euen as Babes in dreames doo smile , and sometime fall a weeping : So I awakt , as wise this while , as when I fell a sleeping . hey nonnie , nonnie , &c. Sheepheard Tonie . FINIS . ¶ Rowlands Song in praise of the fairest Beta . O Thou siluer Thames , ô clearest christall flood , Beta alone the Phaenix is of all thy watry brood . The Queene of Virgins onely she , And thou the Queene of floods shalt be . Let all the Nimphs be ioyfull then , to see this happy day : Thy Beta now alone shall be the subiect of my Lay. With dainty and delightsome straines of sweetest Virelayes , Come louely Sheepheards sit we down , & chaunt our Betas praise . And let vs sing so rare a verse , Our Betas praises to rehearse : That little birds shall silent be , to heare poore Sheepheards sing : And Riuers backward bend their course , & flow vnto the spring . Range all thy Swannes faire Thames together on a ranke : And place them duly one by one vpon thy stately banke . Then set together all a-good , Recording to the siluer flood : And craue the tunefull Nightingale to helpe ye with her Lay ; The Osell and the Thrustlecocke , chiefe musique of our May. O see what troupes of Nimphs been sporting on the strands , And they been blessed Nimphs of peace , with Oliues in their hands . How merrily the Muses sing , That all the flowrie meddowes ring And Beta sits vpon the banke in purple and in pall , And she the Queene of Muses is , and weares the Coronall . Trim vp her golden tresses with Apollos sacred tree , O happy sight vnto all those that loue and honour thee , The blessed Angels haue prepar'd A glorious crowne for thy reward ? Not such a golden crowne as haughty Caesar weares : But such a glittering starrie crowne as Ariadne beares . Make her a goodly Chaplet of azurd Cullumbine , And wreath about her Coronet with sweetest Eglantine . Bedeck our Beta all with Lillies . And the dainty Daffadillies , With Roses Damaske , white and red , and fairest flowre-Delice : With Cowslips of Ierusalem , and Cloaues of Paradice . O thou faire Torch of heauen , the dayes most dearest light , And thou bright-shining Cinthia , the glory of the night . You starres the eyes of heauen , And thou the glyding leuen , And thou ô gorgeous Iris , with all strange colours dyed : When she streames footh her rayes , then dasht is all your pride . See how the Day stands still , admiring of her face , And Time loe stretcheth foorth his armes thy Beta to embrace . The Sirens sing sweete Layes , The Trytons sound her prayse , Goe passe on Thames , and hie thee fast vnto the Ocean Sea : And let thy billowes there proclaime thy Betas holy-day . And water thou the blessed roote of that greene Oliue tree , With whose sweete shadow all thy bancks with peace preserued be . Laurell for Poets and Conquerours : And Mirtle for Loues Paramours . That fame may be thy fruite , the boughs preseru'd by peace , And let the mournfull Cypres die , now stormes and tempests cease . Wee le strew the shoare with pearle , where Beta walks a-lone , And we will paue her Princely Bower with richest Indian stone . Perfume the ayre , and make it sweete , For such a Goddesse it is meete . For if her eyes for purity contend with Titans light : No meruaile then , although they so doo dazell humaine sight . Sound out your Trumpets then from Londons stately Towers , To beate the stormie winds a-backe , and calme the raging showers . Set to the Cornet and the Flute , The Orpharion and the Lute : And tune the Taber and the Pipe to the sweet Violons : And mooue the thunder in the ayre with lowdest Clarions . Beta , long may thine Altars smoake with yeerely sacrifise , And long thy sacred temples may their Sabaoths solemnise . Thy Sheepheards watch by day and night , Thy Maides attend the holy light . And thy large Empire stretch her armes from East vnto the West : And Albion on the Appenines aduaunce her conquering crest . Mich. Drayton . FINIS . ¶ The Barginet of Antimachus . IN pride of youth , in midst of May , When birds with many a merry Lay , salute the Sunnes vp-rising : I sate me downe fast by a Spring , And while these merry Chaunters sing , I fell vpon surmizing . Amidst my doubt and minds debate , Of change of time , of vvorlds estate , I spyed a boy attired In siluer plumes , yet naked quite , Saue pretty feathers fit for flight , wherewith he still aspired . A bowe he bare to worke mens wrack , A little Quiuer at his back , with many arrowes filled : And in his soft and pretty hand , He held a liuely burning brand , where-with he Louers killed . Fast by his side , in rich aray , There sate a louely Lady gay , his mother as I guessed : That set the Lad vpon her knee , And trimd his bowe , and taught him flee , and mickle Loue professed . Oft from her lap at sundry stoures , He leapt , and gathered Sommer flowres , both Violets and Roses : But see the chaunce that followed fast , As he the pompe of prime dooth wast , before that he supposes : A Bee that harbour'd hard thereby , Did sting his hand , and made him crye Oh Mother , I am wounded : Faire Venus that beheld her Sonne , Cryed out alas , I am vndone , and there-vpon she swounded . My little Lad the Goddesse sayd , Who hath my Cupid so dismayd ? he aunswered : Gentle Mother The hony-worker in the Hiue , My greefe and mischiefe dooth contriue , alas it is none other . Shee kist the Lad : Now marke the chaunce , And straite she fell into a traunce , and crying , thus concluded : Ah wanton boy , like to the Bee , Thou with a kisse hast wounded me , and haplesse Loue included . A little Bee dooth thee affright , But ah , my wounds are full of spright , and cannot be recured : The boy that kist his Mothers paine , Gan smile , and kist her whole againe , and made her hope assured . She suckt the wound , and swag'd the sting , And little Loue ycurde did sing , then let no Louer sorrow : To day though greefe attaint his hart , Let him with courage bide the smart , amends will come to morrow . Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ Menaphons Roundelay . WHen tender Ewes brought home with euenings Sun , Wend to their Folds , And to their holds The Sheepheards trudge when light of day is done : Vpon a tree , The Eagle Ioues faire bird did pearch , There resteth hee . A little Flie his harbour then did search , And did presume , ( though others laugh'd thereat ) To pearch whereas the Princely Eagle sat . The Eagle frownd , and shooke his royall wings , and charg'd the Flie From thence to hie . Afraide , in hast the little creature flings , Yet seekes againe , Fearefull to pearke him by the Eagles side . With moodie vaine The speedie poast of Ganimede replide : Vassaile auaunt , or with my wings you die . Is 't fit an Eagle seate him with a Flie ? The Flie crau'd pitty , still the Eagle frownd . The silly Flie Ready to die : Disgrac'd , displac'd , fell groueling to the ground . The Eagle sawe : And with a royall mind said to the Flie , Be not in awe , I scorne by me the meanest creature die . Then seate thee heere : The ioyfull Flie vp-flings , And sate safe shadowed with the Eagles wings . Ro. Greene. FINIS . ¶ A Pastorall of Phillis and Coridon . ON a hill there growes a flower , faire befall the dainty sweete : By that flower there is a Bower , where the heauenly Muses meete . In that Bower there is a chaire , frindged all about with gold : Where dooth sit the fairest faire , that euer eye did yet behold . It is Phillis faire and bright , shee that is the Sheepheards ioy : Shee that Venus did despight , and did blind her little boy . This is she , the wise , the rich , that the world desires to see : This is ipsa quae the which , there is none but onely shee . Who would not this face admire ? who would not this Saint adore ? Who would not this sight desire , though he thought to see no more ? Oh faire eyes , yet let me see , one good looke , and I am gone : Looke on me , for I am hee , thy poore silly Coridon . Thou that art the Sheepheards Queene , looke vpon thy silly Swaine : By thy comfort haue beene seene dead men brought to life againe . N. Breton . FINIS . ¶ Coridon and Melampus Song . Cor. MElampus , when will Loue be void of feares ? Mel. When Iealousie hath neither eyes nor eares . Cor. Melampus , when will Loue be throughly shrieued ? Mel. When it is hard to speake , and not beleeued . Cor. Melampus , when is Loue most malecontent ? Mel. When Louers range , and beare their bowes vnbent . Cor. Melampus , tell me , when takes Loue least harme ? Mel. When Swaines sweete pipes are puft , and Trulls are warme . Cor. Melampus , tell me , when is Loue best fed ? Mel. When it hath suck'd the sweet that ease hath bred . Cor. Melampus , when is time in Loue ill spent ? Mel. When it earnes meede , and yet receaues no rent . Cor. Melampus , when is time well spent in Loue ? Mel. When deedes win meedes , and words Loues works doo proue . Geo. Peele . FINIS . ¶ Tityrus to his faire Phillis . THE silly Swaine whose loue breedes discontent , Thinks death a trifle , life a loathsome thing , Sad he lookes , sad he lyes : But when his Fortunes mallice dooth relent , Then of Loues sweetnes he will sweetly sing , thus he liues , thus he dyes . Then Tityrus whom Loue hath happy made , Will rest thrice happy in this Mirtle shade . For though Loue at first did greeue him : yet did Loue at last releeue him . I. D. FINIS . ¶ Sheepheard . SWeete thrall , first step to Loues felicitie , Sheepheardesse . Sweete thrall , no stop to perfect libertie . Hee . O life . Shee . What life ? Hee . Sweete life . Shee . No life more sweete : Hee . O Loue. Shee . What loue ? Hee . Sweete Loue. Shee . No loue more meete . I. M. FINIS . Another of the same Authour . FIelds were ouer-spread with flowers , Fairest choise of Floraes treasure : Sheepheards there had shadie Bowers , Where they oft reposd with pleasure . Meadowes flourish'd fresh and gay , where the wanton . Heards did play . Springs more cleare then Christall streames , Seated were the Groues among : Thus nor Titans scorching beames , Nor earths drouth could Sheepheards wrong . Faire Pomonaes fruitfull pride : did the budding braunches hide . Flocks of sheepe fed on the Plaines , Harmelesse sheepe that roamd at large : Heere and there sate pensiue Swaines , Wayting on their wandring charge . Pensiue while their Lasses smil'd : Lasses which had them beguil'd . Hills with trees were richly dight , Vallies stor'd with Vestaes wealth : Both did harbour sweet delight , Nought was there to hinder health . Thus did heauen grace the soyle : Not deform'd with work-mens toile . Purest plot of earthly mold , Might that Land be iustly named : Art by Nature was controld , Art which no such pleasures framed . Fayrer place was neuer seene : Fittest place for Beauties Queene . I. M. FINIS . ¶ Menaphon to Pesana . FAire fields proud Floraes vaunt , why i' st you smile , when as I languish ? You golden Meades , why striue you to beguile my weeping anguish ? I liue to sorrow , you to pleasure spring , why doo ye spring thus ? What , will not Boreas tempests wrathfull King , take some pitty on vs ? And send forth Winter in her rustie weede , to waile my bemoanings : While I distrest doo tune my Country Reede vnto my groanings . But heauen and earth , time , place , and euery power , haue with her conspired : To turne my blisfull sweete to balefull sower , since I this desired . The heauen whereto my thoughts may not aspire , aye me vnhappie : It was my fault t' imbrace my bane the fire that forceth me die . Mine be the paine , but hers the cruell cause , of this strange torment : Wherefore no time my banning prayers shall pause . till proud she repent . Ro. Greene. FINIS . ¶ A sweete Pastorall . GOod Muse rock me a sleepe , with some sweet Harmonie : This wearie eye is not to keepe thy warie companie . Sweete Loue be gone a while , thou knowest my heauines : Beauty is borne but to beguile , my hart of happines . See how my little flocke that lou'd to feede on hie : Doo headlong tumble downe the Rocke , and in the Vallie die . The bushes and the trees that were so fresh and greene : Doo all their dainty colour leese , and not a leafe is seene . The Black-bird and the Thrush , that made the woods to ring : With all the rest , are now at hush , and not a noate they sing . Sweete Philomele the bird , that hath the heauenly throate , Dooth now alas not once affoord recording of a noate . The flowers haue had a frost each hearbe hath lost her sauour : And Phillida the faire hath lost , the comfort of her fauour . Now all these carefull sights , so kill me in conceite : That how to hope vpon delights it is but meere deceite . And therefore my sweete Muse that knowest what helpe is best , Doo now thy heauenly cunning vse , to set my hart at rest . And in a dreame bewray what fate shall be my friend : Whether my life shall still denay , or when my sorrow end . N. Breton . FINIS . ¶ Harpalus complaynt on Phillidaes loue bestowed on Corin , who loued her not , and denyed him that loued her . PHillida was a faire mayde , as fresh as any flower : Whom Harpalus the Heards-man prayde to be his Paramour . Harpalus and eke Corin , were Heard-men both yfere : And Phillida could twist and spinne , and thereto sing full cleere . But Phillida was all too coy , for Harpalus to winne : For Corin was her onely ioy , who forc'd her not a pinne . How often would she flowers twine , how often garlands make : Of Cowslips and of Cullumbine , and all for Corins sake ? But Corin he had Hawkes to lure , and forced more the field : Of Louers law he tooke no cure , for once he was beguild . Harpalus preuailed naught , his labour all was lost : For he was furthest from her thought , and yet he lou'd her most . Therefore woxe he both pale and leane , and drye as clod of clay : His flesh it was consumed cleane , his colour gone away . His beard it had not long beene shaue , his haire hung all vnkempt : A man most fit euen for the graue , whom spitefull Loue had spent . His eyes were red and all fore-watcht , his face besprent with teares : It seem'd vnhap had him long hatcht , in midst of his dispaires . His cloathes were blacke and also bare , as one forlorne was hee : Vpon his head he alwayes ware a wreath of Willow-tree . His beasts he kept vpon the hill , and he sate in the Dale : And thus with sighs and sorrowes shrill , he gan to tell his tale . Oh Harpalus , thus would he say , vnhappiest vnder Sunne : The cause of thine vnhappy day , by loue was first begun . For thou went'st first by sute to seeke , a Tyger to make tame : That sets not by thy loue a Leeke , but makes thy greefe a game . As easie were it to conuert the frost into a flame : As for to turne a froward hart whom thou so faine wouldst frame . Corin , he liueth carelesse , he leapes among the leaues : He eates the fruites of thy redresse , thou reap'st , he takes the sheaues . My beasts a-while your food refraine , and harke your Heard-mans sound : Whom spightfull Loue alas hath slaine , through-girt with many a wound . Oh happy be ye beasts wild , that heere your pasture takes : I see that ye be not beguild , of these your faithfull makes . The Hart he feedeth by the Hind , the Bucke hard by the Doe : The Turtle-Doue is not vnkind to him that loues her so . The Ewe she hath by her the Ram , the young Cowe hath the Bull : The Calfe with many a lusty Lamb , doo feede their hunger full . But well-away that Nature wrought , thee Phillida so faire : For I may say that I haue bought thy beauty all too deare . What reason is 't that cruelty with beauty should haue part ? Or else that such great tirannie , should dwell in vvomans hart ? I see therefore to shape my death , she cruelly is prest : To th' end that I may want my breath , my dayes beene at the best . Oh Cupid graunt this my request , and doo not stop thine eares : That she may feele within her brest , the paine of my despaires . Of Corin that is carelesse , that she may craue her fee : As I haue done in great distresse , that lou'd her faithfully . But since that I shall die her slaue , her slaue and eke her thrall : Write you my friends vpon my graue , this chaunce that is befall . Heere lyeth vnhappy Harpalus , by cruell Loue now slaine : Whom Phillida vniustly thus , hath murdred with disdaine . L. T. Haward , Earle of Surrie . FINIS . ¶ An other of the same subiect , but made as it were in aunswere . ON a goodly Sommers day , Harpalus and Phillida , He a true harted Swaine , Shee full of coy disdaine , droue their flocks to field : He to see his Sheepheardesse , She did dreame on nothing lesse , Then his continuall care , Which to grim-fac'd Dispaire , wholely did him yield . Corin she affected still , All the more thy hart to kill . Thy case dooth make me rue , That thou should'st loue so true , and be thus disdain'd : While their flocks a feeding were , They did meete together there . Then with a curtsie lowe , And sighs that told his woe , thus to her he plain'd . Bide a while faire Phillida , List what Harpalus will say Onely in loue to thee , Though thou respect not mee , yet vouchsafe an eare : To preuent ensuing ill , Which no doubt betide thee will , If thou doo not fore-see , To shunne it presentlie , then thy harme I feare . Firme thy loue is , well I wot , To the man that loues thee not . Louely and gentle mayde , Thy hope is quite betrayde , which my hart doth greeue : Corin is vnkind to thee , Though thou thinke contrarie . His loue is growne as light , As is his Faulcons flight , this sweet Nimph beleeue . Mopsus daughter , that young mayde , Her bright eyes his hart hath strayde From his affecting thee , Now there is none but shee that is Corins blisse : Phillis men the Virgin call , She is Buxome , faire and tall , Yet not like Phillida : If I my mind might say , eyes oft deeme amisse . He commends her beauty rare , Which with thine may not compare . He dooth extoll her eye , Silly thing , if thine were by , thus conceite can erre : He is rauish'd with her breath , Thine can quicken life in death . He prayseth all her parts , Thine , winnes a world of harts , more , if more there were . Looke sweet Nimph vpon thy flock , They stand still , and now feede not , As if they shar'd with thee : Greefe for this iniurie , offred to true loue . Pretty Lambkins , how they moane , And in bleating seeme to groane , That any Sheepheards Swaine , Should cause their Mistres paine : by affects remoue . If you looke but on the grasse , It 's not halfe so greene as 't was : When I began my tale , But it is witherd pale , all in meere remorce . Marke the Trees that brag'd euen now , Of each goodly greene-leau'd-bow , They seeme as blasted all , Ready for Winters fall , such is true loues force . The gentle murmur of the Springs , Are become contrary things , They haue forgot their pride , And quite forsake their glide , as if charm'd they stand . And the flowers growing by , Late so fresh in euery eye , See how they hang the head , As on a suddaine dead , dropping on the sand . The birds that chaunted it yer-while , Ere they hear'd of Corins guile , Sit as they were afraide , Or by some hap dismaide , for this wrong to thee : Harke sweet Phil , how Philomell , That was wont to sing so well , Iargles now in yonder bush , Worser then the rudest Trush , as it were not shee . Phillida , who all this while Neither gaue a sigh or smile : Round about the field did gaze , As her wits were in a maze ; poore despised mayd . And reuiued at the last , After streames of teares were past , Leaning on her Sheepheards hooke , With a sad and heauie looke , thus poore soule she sayd . Harpalus , I thanke not thee , For this sorry tale to mee . Meete me heere againe to morrow , Then I will conclude my sorrow mildly , if may be : With their flocks they home doo fare , Eythers hart too full of care , If they doo meete againe , Then what they furder sayne , you shall heare from me . Shep. Tonie . FINIS . ¶ The Nimphes meeting their May Queene , entertaine her with this Dittie . WIth fragrant flowers we strew the way , And make this our cheefe holy-day . For though this clime were blest of yore : Yet was it neuer proud before . O beauteous Queene of second Troy : Accept of our vnfayned ioy . Now th' Ayre is sweeter then sweet Balme , And Satires daunce about the Palme , Now earth with verdure newly dight , Giues perfect signes of her delight . O beauteous Queene , &c. Now birds record new harmonie , And trees doo whistle melodie , Now euery thing that Nature breedes , Dooth clad it selfe in pleasant weedes . O beauteous Queene , &c. Tho. Watson . FINIS . ¶ Colin Cloutes mournfull Dittie for the death of Astrophell . SHeepheards that wunt on pipes of Oaten reede , Oft-times to plaine your loues concealed smart ; And with your pitteous Layes haue learn'd to breede Compassion in a Country-Lasses hart : Harken ye gentle Sheepheards to my song , And place my dolefull plaint your plaints among . To you alone I sing this mournfull verse , The mournfulst verse that euer man heard tell : To you whose softned harts it may emprerse With dolours dart for death of Astrophell . To you I sing , and to none other wight : For well I wot , my rimes been rudely dight . Yet as they been , if any nicer wit Shall hap to heare , or couet them to reade : Thinke he , that such are for such one 's most fit ▪ Made not to please the liuing , but the dead . And if in him found pitty euer place : Let him be moou'd to pitty such a case . Edm. Spencer . FINIS . ¶ Damaetas Iigge in praise of his Loue. IOlly Sheepheard , Sheepheard on a hill on a hill so merrily , on a hill so cherily , Feare not Sheepheard there to pipe thy fill , Fill euery Dale , fill euery Plaine : both sing and say ; Loue feeles no paine . Iolly Sheepheard , Sheepheard on a greene on a greene so merrily , on a greene so cherily , Be thy voyce shrill , be thy mirth seene , Heard to each Swaine , seene to each Trull : both sing and say ; Loues ioy is full . Iolly Sheepheard , Sheepheard in the Sunne , in the Sunne so merrily , in the Sunne so cherily , Sing forth thy songs , and let thy rimes runne Downe to the Dales , to the hills aboue : both sing and say ; No life to loue . Iolly Sheepheard , Sheepheard in the shade , in the shade so merrily , in the shade so cherily , Ioy in thy life , life of Sheepheards trade ; Ioy in thy loue , loue full of glee : both sing and say ; Sweet Loue for me . Iolly Sheepheard , Sheepheard heere or there , heere or there so merrily , heere or there so cherily , Or in thy chat , eyther at thy cheere , In euery Iigge , in euery Lay : both sing and say ; Loue lasts for aye . Iolly Sheepheard , Sheepheard Daphnis Loue , Daphnis loue so merrily , Daphnis loue so cherily , Let thy fancie neuer more remoue , Fancie be fixt , fixt not to fleete , still sing and say ; Loues yoake is sweete . Iohn Wootton . FINIS . ¶ Montanus praise of his faire Phaebe . PHaebe sate , Sweete she sate , sweete sate Phaebe when I saw her , White her brow Coy her eye , brow and eye , how much you please me ? Words I spent , Sighs I sent , sighs and words could neuer draw her , Oh my Loue , Thou art lost , since no sight could euer ease thee . Phaebe sate By a Fount , sitting by a Fount I spide her , Sweete her touch , Rare her voyce , touch and voyce , what may distaine you ? As she sung , I did sigh , And by sighs whilst that I tride her , Oh mine eyes You did loose , her first sight whose want did paine you . Phoebes flocks White as wooll , yet were Phoebes lookes more whiter , Phoebes eyes Doue-like mild , Doue-like eyes both mild and cruell , Montane sweares In your Lamps , he will die for to delight her , Phoebe yeeld Or I die , shall true harts be fancies fuell ? Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ The complaint of Thestilis the forsaken Sheepheard . THestilis a silly Swaine , when Loue did him forsake , In mournfull wife amid the woods , thus gan his plaint to make . Ah wofull man ( quoth he ) falne is thy lot to mone , And pine away with carefull thoughts , vnto thy Loue vnknowne . Thy Nimph forsakes thee quite , whom thou didst honour so : That aye to her thou wert a friend , but to thy selfe a foe . Ye Louers that haue lost your harts-desired choyce : Lament with me my cruell hap , and helpe my trembling voyce . Was neuer man that stoode so great in Fortunes grace , Nor with his sweate ( alas too deere ) possest so high a place : As I whose simple hart , aye thought himselfe still sure , But now I see high springing tides , they may not eye endure . Shee knowes my guiltlesse hart , and yet she lets it pine : Of her vntrue professed loue , so feeble is the twine . What wonder is it then , if I berent my haires : And crauing death continually , doo bathe my selfe in teares ? When Craesus King of Lide , was cast in cruell bands , And yeelded goods and life into his enemies hands : What tongue could tell his woe ? yet was his griefe much lesse Then mine , for I haue lost my Loue , which might my woe redresse . Ye woods that shroud my limbs , giue now your hollow sound : That ye may helpe me to bewaile , the cares that me confound . Ye Riuers rest a while , and stay your streames that runne : Rue Thestilis , the wofulst man that rests vnder the Sunne . Transport my sighs ye winds , vnto my pleasant foe : My trickling teares shall witnes heare , of this my cruell woe . Oh happy man were I , if all the Gods agreed : That now the Sisters three should cut in twaine my fatall threed . Till life with loue shall end , I heere resigne all ioy , Thy pleasant sweete I now lament , whose lacke breeds mine annoy . Farewell my deere therefore , farewell to me well knowne , If that I die , it shall be sayd : that thou hast slaine thine owne . L. T. Howard , E. of Surrie . FINIS . ¶ To Phillis the faire Sheepheardesse . MY Phillis hath the morning Sunne , at first to looke vpon her : And Phillis hath morne-waking birds , her risings still to honour . My Phillis hath prime-featherd flowres , that smile when she treads on them : And Phillis hath a gallant flocke , that leapes since she dooth owne them . But Phillis hath too hard a hart , alas that she should haue it : It yeelds no mercie to desert , nor grace to those that craue it . Sweete Sunne , when thou look'st on , pray her regard my moane . Sweete birds , when you sing to her , to yeeld some pitty , woo her , Sweet flowers that she treads on , tell her ▪ her beauty deads one . And if in life her loue she nill agree me : Pray her before I die , she will come see me . S. E. D. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Dorons ligge . THrough the shrubs as I can crack , for my Lambs pretty ones , mongst many little ones , Nimphs I meane , whose haire was black As the Crow . Like as the Snow Her face and browes shin'd I weene , I saw a little one , a bonny pretty one , As bright , buxome , and as sheene : As was shee On her knee That lull'd the God , whose arrowes warmes such merry little ones , such faire-fac'd pretty ones , As dally in Loues chiefest harmes . Such was mine , Whose gray eyne Made me loue : I gan to wooe this sweete little one , this bonny pretty one . I wooed hard a day or two , Till she bad , Be not sad , Wooe no more , I am thine owne , thy dearest little one , thy truest pretty one . Thus was faith and firme loue showne , As behooues Sheepheards Loues . Ro. Greene. FINIS . ¶ Astrophell his Song of Phillida and Coridon . FAire in a morne , ( ô fairest morne ) was neuer morne so faire : There shone a Sunne , though not the Sunne , that shineth in the ayre . For the earth , and from the earth , ( was neuer such a creature : ) Did come this face , ( was neuer face , ) that carried such a feature . Vpon a hill , ( ô blessed hill , was neuer hill so blessed ) There stoode a man , ( was neuer man for vvoman so distressed . ) This man beheld a heauenly view , which did such vertue giue : As cleares the blind , and helps the lame , and makes the dead man liue . This man had hap , ( ô happy man more happy none then hee ; ) For he had hap to see the hap , that none had hap to see . This silly Swaine , ( and silly Swaines are men of meanest grace : ) Had yet the grace , ( ô gracious guest ) to hap on such a face . He pitty cryed , and pitty came , and pittied so his paine : As dying , would not let him die , but gaue him life againe . For ioy whereof he made such mirth , as all the vvoods did ring : And Pan with all his Swaines came foorth , to heare the Sheepheard sing . But such a Song sung neuer was , nor shall be sung againe : Of Phillida the Sheepheards Queene , and Coridon the Swaine . Faire Phillis is the Sheepheards Queene , ( was neuer such a Queene as she , ) And Coridon her onely Swaine , ( was neuer such a Swaine as he . ) Faire Phillis hath the fairest face , that euer eye did yet behold : And Coridon the constants faith , that euer yet kept flocke in fold . Sweete Phillis is the sweetest sweete , that euer yet the earth did yeeld : And Coridon the kindest Swaine , that euer yet kept Lambs in field . Sweete Philomell is Phillis bird , though Coridon be he that caught her : And Coridon dooth heare her sing , though Phillida be she that taught her . Poore Coridon dooth keepe the fields , though Phillida be she that owes them : And Phillida dooth walke the Meades , though Coridon be he that mowes them . The little Lambs are Phillis loue , though Coridon is he that feedes them : The Gardens faire are Phillis ground , though Coridon be he that weedes them . Since then that Phillis onely is , the onely Sheepheards onely Queene : And Coridon the onely Swaine , that onely hath her Sheepheard beene . Though Phillis keepe her bower of state , shall Coridon consume away : No Sheepheard no , worke out the weeke , and Sunday shall be holy-day . N. Breton . FINIS . ¶ The passionate Sheepheards Song . ON a day , ( alack the day , ) Loue whose moneth was euer May : Spied a blossome passing faire , Playing in the wanton ayre . Through the veluet leaues the wind , All vnseene gan passage find : That the Sheepheard ( sicke to death , ) Wish'd himselfe the heauens breath . Ayre ( quoth he ) thy cheekes may blow , Ayre , would I might triumph so . But alas , my hand hath sworne , Nere to pluck thee from thy thorne . Vow ( alack ) for youth vnmeete , Youth so apt to pluck a sweete . Thou for whom Ioue would sweare , Iuno but an Aethiope were , And deny him selfe for Ioue , Turning mortall for my Loue. W. Shakespeare . FINIS . ¶ The vnknowne Sheepheards complaint . MY Flocks feede not , my Ewes breede not , My Rammes speede not , all is amisse : Loue is denying , Faith is defying , Harts renying , causer of this . All my merry Iiggs are quite forgot , All my Ladies loue is lost God wot . Where her faith was firmely fixt in loue , There a nay is plac'd without remoue . One silly crosse , wrought all my losse , O frowning Fortune , cursed fickle Dame : For now I see , inconstancie More in vvomen then in men remaine . In black mourne I , all feares scorne I , Loue hath forlorne me , liuing in thrall : Hart is bleeding , all helpe needing , O cruell speeding , fraughted with gall . My Sheepheards pipe can sound no deale , My Weathers bell rings dolefull knell . My curtaile dogge that wont to haue plaide , Playes not at all , but seemes afraide . With sighs so deepe , procures to weepe , In howling-wise , to see my dolefull plight : How sighs resound , through hartlesse ground , Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight . Cleare Wells spring not , sweet birds sing not , Greene plants bring not foorth their die : Heards stand weeping , Flocks all sleeping , Nimphs back peeping fearefully . All our pleasure knowne to vs poore Swaines , All our merry meeting on the Plaines . All our euening sports from vs are fled , All our loue is lost , for Loue is dead . Farewell sweete Loue , thy like nere was , For sweete content , the cause of all my moane : Poore Coridon must liue alone , Other helpe for him , I see that there is none . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ Another of the same Sheepheards . AS it fell vpon a day , In the merry moneth of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade , Which a groue of Mirtles made . Beasts did leape , and birds did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring . Euery thing did banish moane , Saue the Nightingale alone . Shee poore bird , as all forlorne , Lean'd her breast against a thorne , And there sung the dolefull'st Ditty , That to heare it was great pitty . Fie , fie , fie , now would she crie Teru , Teru , by and by . That to heare her so complaine , Scarse I could from teares refraine . For her greefes so liuely showne , Made me thinke vpon mine owne . Ah ( thought I ) thou mourn'st in vaine , None takes pitty on thy paine . Sencelesse trees , they cannot heare thee , Ruthlesse beasts , they will not cheere thee . King Pandion he is dead , All thy friends are lapt in Lead . All thy fellow birds doo sing , Carelesse of thy sorrowing . Euen so poore bird like thee , None a-liue will pitty mee . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards allusion of his owne amorous infelicitie , to the offence of Actaeon . ACtaeon lost in middle of his sport Both shape and life , for looking but awry : Diana was afraide he would report What secrets he had seene in passing by . To tell but truth , the selfe same hurt haue I : By viewing her for whom I daily die . I leese my wonted shape , in that my mind Dooth suffer wrack vpon the stonie rock Of her disdaine , who contrarie to kind Dooth beare a breast more hard then any stock ; And former forme of limbs is changed quite : By cares in loue , and want of due delight . I leese my life , in that each secret thought , Which I conceaue through wanton fond regard : Dooth make me say , that life auayleth nought , Where seruice cannot haue a due reward . I dare not name the Nimph that works my smart , Though Loue hath grau'n her name within my hart . Tho. Watson . FINIS . ¶ Montanus Sonnet to his faire Phaebe . A Turtle sate vpon a leauelesse tree , Mourning her absent pheare , With sad and sorrie cheare . About her wondring stood , The Cittizens of vvood . And whilst her plumes she rents , And for her Loue laments : The stately trees complaine them , The birds with sorrow paine them . Each one that dooth her view , Her paines and sorrowes rue . But were the sorrowes knowne , That me hath ouer-throwne : Oh how would Phaebe sigh , if she did looke on mee ? The loue-sicke Polipheme that could not see , Who on the barren shoare , His fortunes did deplore : And melteth all in mone , For Galatea gone , And with his cries Afflicts both earth and skies , And to his woe betooke , Dooth breake both pipe and hooke . For whom complaines the morne , For whom the Sea-Nimphs mourne . Alas his paine is nought , For were my woe but thought : Oh how would Phaebe sigh , if she did looke on me ? Beyond compare my paine , yet glad am I : If gentle Phaebe daine , to see her Montan die . Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ Phaebes Sonnet , a replie to Montanus passion . DOwne a downe , Thus Phillis sung , By fancie once distressed : Who so by foolish Loue are stung are worthily oppressed . And so sing I , with downe a downe , &c. VVhen Loue was first begot , And by the mothers will : Did fall to humane lot ▪ His solace to fulfill . Deuoide of all deceite , A chast and holy fire : Did quicken mans conceite , And vvomens breasts inspire . The Gods that saw the good , That mortalls did approoue : With kind and holy moode , Began to talke of Loue. Downe a downe , Thus Phillis sung By fancie once distressed , &c. But during this accord , A wonder strange to heare : Whilst Loue in deede and word , Most faithfull did appeare ; False semblance came in place , By Iealousie attended : And with a double face , Both loue and fancie blended . Which made the Gods forsake , And men from fancie flie : And Maydens scorne a make , Forsooth and so will I. Downe a downe , Thus Phillis sung , By fancie once distressed : Who so by foolish Loue are stung , Are worthily oppressed . And so sing I , with downe a downe , &c. Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ Coridons supplications to Phillis . SWeete Phillis , if a silly Swaine , may sue to thee for grace : See not thy louing Sheepheard slaine , with looking on thy face . But thinke what power thou hast got , vpon my Flock and mee : Thou seest they now regard me not , but all doo follow thee . And if I haue so farre presum'd , with prying in thine eyes : Yet let not comfort be consum'd , that in thy pitty lyes . But as thou art that Phillis faire , that Fortune fauour giues : So let not Loue dye in despaire , that in thy fauour liues . The Deere doo brouse vpon the bryer , the birds doo pick the cherries : And will not Beauty graunt Desire , one handfull of her berries ? If it be so that thou hast sworne , that none shall looke on thee : Yet let me know thou doost not scorne , to cast a looke on mee . That 〈◊〉 with Loues content 〈◊〉 sworne the Sheepheards Queene . N. Bretan . FINIS . ¶ Damaetas Madrigall in praise of his Daphnis . TVne on my pipe the praises of my Loue , Loue faire and bright : Fill earth with sound , and ayrie heauens aboue , heauen's loues delight , with Daphnis praise . To pleasant Tempe Groues and Plaines about , Plaines Sheepheards pride : Resounding Ecchoes of her praise ring out , ring farre and wide my Daphnis praise . When I begin to sing , begin to sound , sounds loud and shrill : Doo make each note vnto the skies rebound , skies calme and still , with Daphnis praise . Her tresses are like vviers of beaten gold , Gold bright and sheene : Like Nysus golden haire that Scilla pold , Scill , ore-seene through Minos loue . Her eyes like shining Lamps in midst of night , Night darke and dead : Or as the Starres that giue the Sea-men light , Light for to leade their wandring Ships . Amidst her cheekes the Rose and Lilly striue , Lilly , snow-white : When their contend dooth make their colour thriue . Colour too bright for Sheepheards eyes . Her lips like Scarlet of the finest die , Scarlet blood-red : Teeth white as Snow , which on the hills dooth lie , Hills ouer-spread by Winters force . Her skinne as soft as is the finest silke , Silke soft and fine : Of colour like vnto the whitest milke , Milke of the Kine of Daphnis Heard . As swift of foote as is the pretty Roe , Roe swift of pace : When yelping Hounds pursue her to and fro , Hounds fierce in chase , to reaue her life . Cease tongue to tell of any more compares , Compares too rude : Daphnis deserts and beauty are too rare , Then heere conclude faire Daphnis praise . I. Wootton . FINIS . ¶ Dorons description of his faire Sheepheardesse Samela . LIke to Diana in her Sommer weede ▪ Girt with a Crimson roabe of brightest die : goes faire Samela . Whiter then be the flocks that stragling feed , When wash'd by Arethusa , faint they lie , is faire Samela . As faire Aurora in her morning gray , Deckt with the ruddy glister of her loue : is faire Samela . Like louely Thetis on a calmed day , When as her brightnes Neptunes fancies moue . shines faire Samela . Her tresses gold , her eyes like glassie streames , Her teeth are pearle , the brests are Iuorie : of faire Samela , Her cheekes like Rose and Lilly yeeld foorth gleames , Her browes bright arches fram'd of Ebonie , thus faire Samela Passeth faire Venus in her brightest hew , And Iuno in the shew of Maiestie : for she 's Samela . Pallas in wit , all three if you well view , For beauty , wit , and matchlesse dignitie , yeeld to Samela . Ro. Greene. FINIS . ¶ Wodenfrides Song in praise of Amargana . THe Sunne the season in each thing Reuiues new pleasures , the sweet Spring Hath put to flight the Winter keene : To glad our louely Sommer Queene . The pathes where Amargana treads , With flowrie tap'stries Flora spreads . And Nature cloathes the ground in greene : To glad our louely Sommer Queene . The Groaues put on their rich aray , With Hawthorne bloomes imbroydered gay , And sweet perfum'd with Eglantine : To glad our louely Sommer Queene . The silent Riuer stayes his course , Whilst playing on the christall sourse , The siluer scaled fish are seene , To glad our louely Sommer Queene . The Woods at her faire sight reioyces , The little birds with their lowd voyces , In consort on the bryers beene , To glad our louely Sommer Queene . The fleecie Flocks doo scud and skip , The vvood-Nimphs , Fawnes , and Satires trip , And daunce the Mirtle trees betweene : To glad our louely Sommer Queene . Great Pan ( our God ) for her deere sake , This feast and meeting bids vs make , Of Sheepheards , Lads , and Lasses sheene : To glad our louely Sheepheards Queene . And euery Swaine his chaunce dooth proue , To winne faire Amarganaes loue , In sporting strifes quite voide of spleene : To glad our louely Sommer Queene . All happines let Heauen her lend , And all the Graces her attend . Thus bid me pray the Muses nine , Long liue our louely Sommer Queene . W. H. FINIS . ¶ Another of the same . HAppy Sheepheards sit and see , with ioy , The peerelesse wight : For whose sake Pan keepes from ye annoy , And giues delight . Blessing this pleasant Spring , Her praises must I sing . List you Swaines , list to me : The whiles your Flocks feeding be . First her brow a beauteous Globe , I deeme , And golden haire ; And her cheeke Auroraes roabe , dooth seeme , But farre more faire . Her eyes like starres are bright . And dazle with their light , Rubies her lips to see , But to tast , Nectar they be . Orient pearles her teeth , her smile dooth linke the Graces three : Her white necke dooth eyes beguile to thinke it Iuorie . Alas her Lilly-hand , How it dooth me commaund ? Softer silke none can be : And whiter milke none can see . Circes wand is not so straite , as is Her body small : But two pillers beare the waight of this maiestick Hall. Those be I you assure , Of Alablaster pure , Polish'd fine in each part : Ne're Nature yet shewed like Art. How shall I her pretty tread expresse vvhen she dooth walke ? Scarse she dooth the Primerose head depresse , or tender stalke Of blew-veind Violets , Whereon her foote she sets . Vertuous she is , for we finde In body faire , beauteous minde . Liue faire Amargana still extold In all my rime : Hand want Art , when I want will t' vnfold her woorth diuine . But now my Muse dooth rest , Dispaire clos'd in my brest , Of the valour I sing : Weake faith that no hope dooth bring . W. H. FINIS . ¶ An excellent Pastorall Dittie . A Carefull Nimph , with carelesse greefe opprest , vnder the shaddow of an Ashen tree : With Lute in hand did paint out her vnrest , vnto a Nimph that bare her companie . No sooner had she tuned euery string : But sob'd and sigh'd , and thus began to sing . Ladies and Nimphs , come listen to my plaint , on whom the cheerefull Sunne did neuer rise : If pitties stroakes your tender breasts may taint , come learne of me to wet your wanton eyes . For Loue in vaine the name of pleasure beares : His sweet delights are turned into feares . The trustlesse shewes , the frights , the feeble ioyes , the freezing doubts , the guilefull promises : The feigned lookes , the shifts , the subtill toyes , the brittle hope , the stedfast heauines . The wished warre in such vncertaine peace : These with my woe , my woes with these increase . Thou dreadfull God , that in thy Mothers lap , doo'st lye and heare the crie of my complaint , And seest , and smilest at my sore mishap , that lacke but skill my sorrowes heere to paint : Thy fire from heauen before the hurt I spide , Quite through mine eyes into my brest did glide . My life was light , my blood did spirt and spring , my body quicke , my hart began to leape : And euery thornie thought did prick and sting , the fruite of my desired ioyes to reape . But he on whom to thinke , my soule still tyers : In bale forsooke , and left me in the bryers . Thus Fancie strung my Lute to Layes of Loue , and Loue hath rock'd my wearie Muse a-sleepe : And sleepe is broken by the paines I proue , and euery paine I feele dooth force me weepe . Then farewell fancie , loue , sleepe , paine , and sore : And farewell weeping , I can waile no more . Shep. Tonie . FINIS . ¶ Phillidaes Loue-call to her Coridon , and his replying . Phil. COridon , arise my Coridon , Titan shineth cleare : Cor. Who is it that calleth Coridon , who is it that I heare ? Phil. Phillida thy true-Loue calleth thee , arise then , arise then ; arise and keepe thy flock with me : Cor. Phillida my true-Loue , is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and keepe my flock with thee . Phil. Heere are cherries ripe my Coridon , eate them for my sake : Cor. Heere 's my Oaten pipe my louely one , sport for thee to make . Phil. Heere are threeds my true-Loue , fine as silke , to knit thee , to knit thee a paire of stockings white as milke . Cor. Heere are Reedes my true-Loue , fine and neate , to make thee , to make thee a Bonnet to with-stand the heate . Phil. I will gather flowers my Coridon , to set in thy cap : Cor. I will gather Peares my louely one , to put in thy lap . Phil. I will buy my true-Loue Garters gay , for Sundayes , for Sundayes , to weare about his legs so tall : Cor. I will buy my true-Loue yellow Say , for Sundayes , for Sundayes , to weare about her middle small . Phil. When my Coridon sits on a hill , making melodie : Cor. When my louely one goes to her wheele singing cherilie . Phil. Sure me thinks my true-Loue dooth excell for sweetnes , for sweetnes , our Pan that old Arcadian Knight : Cor. And me thinks my true-Loue beares the bell for clearenes , for clearenes , beyond the Nimphs that be so bright . Phil. Had my Coridon , my Coridon , beene ( alack ) my Swaine : Cor. Had my louely one , my louely one , beene in Ida plaine . Phil. Cinthia Endimion had refus'd , preferring , preferring my Coridon to play with-all : Cor. The Queene of Loue had beene excus'd , bequeathing , bequeathing , my Phillida the golden ball . Phil. Yonder comes my Mother , Coridon , whether shall I flie ? Cor. Vnder yonder Beech my louely one , while she passeth by . Say to her thy true-Loue was not heere , remember , remember , to morrow is another day : Phil. Doubt me not , my true-Loue , doo not feare , farewell then , farewell then , heauen keepe our loues alway . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards solace . PHaebus delights to view his Laurell tree , The Poplar pleaseth Hercules alone : Melissa mother is and fautrixe to the Bee , Pallas will weare the Oliue branch alone . Of Sheepheards and their flocks Pales is Queene : And Ceres ripes the Corne was lately greene . To Chloris euery flower belongs of right , The Dryade Nimphs of vvoods make chiefe account : Oreades in hills haue their delight , Diana dooth protect each bubling Fount . To Hebe louely kissing is assign'd : To Zephire euery gentle-breathing wind . But what is Loues delight ? To hurt each where He cares not whom , with Darts of deepe desire : With watchfull iealousie , with hope , with feare , With nipping cold , and secret flames of fire . O happy houre , wherein I did forgoe : This little God , so great a cause of woe . Tho. Watson . FINIS . ¶ Syrenus Song to Eugerius . LEt now the goodly Spring-tide make vs merrie , And fields , which pleasant flowers doo adorne : And Vales , Meades , Woods , with liuely colours flourish , Let plenteous flocks the Sheepheards riches nourish , Let hungry Woolues by dogges to death be torne , And Lambes reioyce , with passed Winter wearie . Let euery Riuers Ferrie . In waters flow , and siluer streames abounding , And fortune , ceaselesse wounding . Turne now thy face , so cruell and vnstable , Be firme and fauourable . And thou that kill'st our soules with thy pretences : Molest not ( wicked Loue ) my inward sences . Let Country plainenes liue in ioyes not ended , In quiet of the desert Meades and mountaines , And in the pleasure of a Country dwelling Let Sheepheards rest , that haue distilled fountaines Of teares : prooue not thy wrath , all paines excelling , Vpon poore soules , that neuer haue offended . Let thy flames be incended In haughtie Courts , in those that swim in treasure , And liue in case and pleasure . And that a sweetest scorne ( my wonted sadnes ) A perfect rest and gladnes And hills and Dales , may giue me : with offences Molest not ( wicked Loue ) my inward sences . In what law find'st thou , that the freest reason And wit , vnto thy chaines should be subiected , And harmelesse soules vnto thy cruell murder ? O wicked Loue , the wretch that flieth furder From thy extreames , thou plagu'st . O false , suspected , And carelesse boy , that thus thy sweets doost season , O vile and wicked treason . Might not thy might suffise thee , but thy fuell Of force must be so cruell ? To be a Lord , yet like a Tyrant minded , Vaine boy with errour blinded . Why doost thou hurt his life with thy offences : That yeelds to thee his soule and inward sences ? He erres ( alas ) and foulely is deceaued That calls thee God , being a burning fire : A furious flame , a playning greefe and clamorous , And Venus sonne ( that in the earth was amorous , Gentle , and mild , and full of sweet desire ) Who calleth him , is of his wits bereaued . And yet that she conceaued By proofe , so vile a sonne and so vnruly : I say ( and yet say truly ) That in the cause of harmes , that they haue framed , Both iustly may be blamed : She that did breede him with such vile pretences , He that dooth hurt so much our inward sences . The gentle Sheepe and Lambs are euer flying The rauenous Woolues and beasts , that are pretending To glut their mawes with flesh they teare asunder . The milke-white Doues at noyse of fearfull thunder Flie home a-maine , themselues from harme defending . The little Chick , when Puttocks are a crying , The Woods and Meadowes dying For raine of heauen ( if that they cannot haue it ) Doo neuer cease to craue it . So euery thing his contrary resisteth , Onely thy thrall persisteth In suffering of thy wrongs without offences : And lets thee spoile his hart and inward sences . A publique passion , Natures lawes restrayning , And which with words can neuer be declared , A soule twixt loue , and feare , and desperation , And endlesse plaint , that shuns all consolation , A spendlesse flame , that neuer is impaired , A friendlesse death , yet life in death maintayning , A passion , that is gayning On him that loueth well , and is absented , Whereby it is augmented . A iealousie , a burning greefe and sorrow , These fauours Louers borrow Of thee fell Loue , these be thy recompences : Consuming still their soule and inward sences . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Arsileus replie to Syrenus Song . O Let that time a thousand moneths endure , Which brings from heauen the sweet and siluer showers , And ioyes the earth ( of comfort late depriued ) With grasse and leaues , fine buds , and painted flowers . Ecchoe , returne vnto the vvoods obscure . Ring foorth the Sheepheards Songs in loue contriued . Let old loues be reuiued , Which angry Winter buried but of late , And that in such a state My soule may haue the full accomplishment Of ioy and sweet content . And since fierce paines and greefes thou doost controule : Good Loue , doo not forsake my inward soule . Presume not ( Sheepheards ) once to make you merrie , With springs , and flowers , or any pleasant Song , ( Vnlesse mild Loue possesse your amorous breasts ) If you sing not to him , your Songs doo wearie , Crowne him with flowers , or else ye doo him wrong , And consecrate your Springs to his behests . I to my Sheepheardesse My happy loues with great content doo sing . And flowers to her doo bring . And sitting neere her by the Riuer side , Enioy the braue Spring-tide . Since then thy ioyes such sweetnes dooth enroule : Good Loue , doo not forsake my inward soule . The wise ( in auncient time ) a God thee nam'd , Seeing that with thy power and supreame might , Thou didst such rare and mighty wonders make : For thee a hart is frozen and enflam'd , A foole thou mak'st a wise man with thy light , The coward turnes couragious for thy sake . The mighty Gods did quake At thy commaund : To birds and beasts tranformed , Great Monarches haue not scorned To yeeld vnto the force of beauties lure : Such spoiles thou doost procure With thy braue force , which neuer may be tould : With which ( sweet Loue ) thou conquer'st euery soule . In other times obscurely I did liue But with a drowsie , base , and simple kinde Of life , and onely to my profit bend me : To thinke of Loue my selfe I did not giue , Or for good grace , good parts ; and gentle minde , Neuer did any Sheepheardesse commend me . But crowned now they send me A thousand Garlands , that I wone with praise , In wrastling dayes by dayes , In pitching of the barre with arme most strong , And singing many a Song . After that thou didst honour , and take hould Of my ( sweet Loue ) and of my happy soule . What greater ioy can any man desire , Then to remaine a Captiue vnto Loue : And haue his hart subiected to his power ? And though sometimes he tast a little sower By suffering it , as mild as gentle Doue Yet must he be , in liew of that great hire Whereto he dooth aspire : If Louers liue afflicted and in paine , Let them with cause complaine Of cruell fortune , and of times abuse , And let not them accuse Thee ( gentle-Loue ) that dooth with blisse enfould Within thy sweetest ioyes each liuing soule . Behold a faire sweete face , and shining eyes , Resembling two most bringht and twinkling starres , Sending vnto the soule a perfect light : Behold the rare perfections of those white And Iuorie hands , from greefes most surest barres That mind wherein all life and glory lyes , That ioy that neuer dyes , That he dooth feele , that loues and is beloued , And my delights approoued , To see her pleas'd , whose loue maintaines me heere , All those I count so deere , That though sometimes Loue dooth my ioyes controule : Yet am I glad he dwels within my soule . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ A Sheepheards dreame . A Silly Sheepheard lately sate among a flock of Sheepe : Where musing long on this and that , at last he fell a sleepe . And in the slumber as he lay , he gaue a pitteous groane : He thought his sheepe were runne away , and he was left alone . He whoopt , he whistled , and he call'd , but not a sheepe came neere him : Which made the Sheepheard sore appall'd , to see that none would heare him . But as the Swaine amazed stood , in this most solemne vaine : Came Phillida foorth of the vvood , and stoode before the Swaine . Whom when the Sheepheard did behold , he straite began to weepe : And at the hart he grew a cold , to thinke vpon his sheepe . For well he knew , where came the Queene , the Sheepheard durst not stay : And where that he durst not be seene , the sheepe must needes away . To aske her if she saw his flock , might happen pacience mooue : And haue an aunswere with a mock , that such demaunders prooue . Yet for because he saw her come alone out of the vvood : He thought he would not stand as dombe , vvhen speach might doo him good . And therefore falling on his knees , to aske but for his sheepe : He did awake , and so did leese the honour of his sleepe . N. Breton . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards Ode . NIghts were short , and dayes were long , Blossomes on the Hawthorne hong , Philomell ( Night-Musiques King , ) Told the comming of the Spring : Whose sweete-siluer-sounding-voyce , Made the little birds reioyce , Skipping light from spray to spray , Till Aurora shew'd the day . Scarse might one see , when I might see ( For such chaunces sudden be . ) By a Well of Marble-stone , A Sheepheard lying all a-lone . Weepe he did , and his weeping Made the fading flowers spring . Daphnis was his name I weene , Youngest Swaine of Sommers Queene . When Aurora saw t' was he Weepe she did for companie : Weepe she did for her sweet Sonne , That ( when antique Troy was wonne ) Suffer'd death by lucklesse Fate , Whom she now laments too late : And each morning ( by Cocks crewe ) Showers downe her siluer dewe , Whose teares falling from their spring , Giue moisture to each liuing thing That on earth encrease and grow , Through power of their friendly foe . Whose effect when Flora felt , Teares , that did her bosome melt , ( For who can resist teares often , But she whom no teares can soften ? ) Peering straite aboue the banks , Shew'd her selfe to giue her thanks . Wondring thus at Natures worke ( Wherein many meruailes lurke ) Me thought I heard a dolefull noyse , Consorted with a mournfull voyce , Drawing neere , to heare more plaine , Heare I did , vnto my paine , ( For who is not pain'd to heare Him in griefe whom hart holds deere ? ) Silly Swaine with griefe ore-gone Thus to make his pitteous mone . Loue I did , alas the while , Loue I did , but did beguile My deere Loue with louing so , Whom as then I did not know . Loue I did the fayrest boy That these fields did ere enioy . Loue I did faire Ganimede , Venus darling , beauties bed : Him I thought the fairest creature , Him the quintessence of Nature . But yet ( alas ) I was deceau'd , ( Loue of reason is bereau'd . ) For since then I saw a Lasse , Lasse that did in beauty passe , Passe faire Ganimede as farre As Phaebus dooth the smallest starre . Loue commaunded me to loue , Fancie bad me not remoue My affection from the Swaine Whom I neuer could obtaine : ( For who can obtaine that fauour Which he cannot graunt the crauer ? ) Loue at last ( though loth ) preuail'd , Loue that so my hart assail'd , Wounding me with her faire eyes Ah how Loue can subtillize ? And deuise a thousand shifts How to worke men to his drifts . Her it is , for whom I mourne , Her , for whom my life I scorne . Her , for whom I weepe all day , Her , for whom I sigh , and say Eyther she , or else no creature Shall enioy my loue : whose feature Though I neuer can obtaine , Yet shall my true-loue remaine : Till ( my body turn'd to clay ) My poore soule must passe away , To the heauens ; where I hope It shall finde a resting scope . Then since I loued thee alone , Remember me when I am gone . Scarse had he these last words spoken , But me thought his hart was broken , With great greefe that did abound , ( Cares and greefe the hart confound . ) In whose hart thus riu'd in three , Eliza written I might see In Caracters of crimson blood , Whose meaning well I vnderstood . Which , for my hart might not behold : I hied me home my Sheepe to fold . Rich. Barnefielde . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards commendation of his Nimph. WHat Sheepheard can expresse The fauour of her face ? To whom in this distresse I doo appeale for grace . A thousand Cupids flye About her gentle eye . From which each throwes a dart , That kindleth soft sweet fire Within my sighing hart , Possessed by desire . Nosweeter life I trie Then in her loue to die . The Lilly in the field , That glories in his white : For porenes now must yeeld And render vp his right . Heauen pictur'd in her face , Dooth promise ioy and grace . Faire Cinthiaes siluer light , That beates on running streames : Compares not with her white , Whose haires are all Sunne-beames . So bright my Nimph dooth shine As day vnto my eyne . With this there is a red , Exceedes the Damaske-Rose : Which in her cheekes is spred , Whence euery fauour growes . In Skie there is no starre , But she surmounts it farre . When Phoebus from the bed Of Thetis dooth arise : The morning blushing red , In faire Carnation wise : He shewes in my Nimphs face , As Queene of euery grace . This pleasant Lilly white , This taint of Roseate red : This Cinthiaes siluer light , This sweete faire Dea spred , These Sun-beames in mine eye , These beauties make me die . Earle of Oxenford . FINIS . ¶ Coridon to his Phillis . ALas my hart , mine eye hath wronged thee , Presumptuous eye , to gaze on Phillis face : Whose heauenly eye no mortall man may see , But he must die , or purchase Phillis grace . Poore Coridon , the Nimph whose eye dooth mooue thee : Dooth loue to draw , but is not drawne to loue thee . Her beautie , Natures pride , and Sheepheards praise , Her eye , the heauenly Planet of my life : Her matchlesse wit and grace , her fame displaies , As if that loue had made her for his wife . Onely her eyes shoote fierie darts to kill : Yet is her hart as cold as Caucase hill . My wings too weake to flye against the Sunne , Mine eyes vnable to sustaine her light : My hart dooth yeeld that I am quite vndone , Thus hath faire Phillis slaine me with her sight . My bud is blasted , withred is my leafe : And all my corne is rotted in the sheafe . Phillis , the golden fetter of my minde , My fancies Idoll , and my vitall power : Goddesse of Nimphs , and honour of thy kinde , This ages Phaenix , beauties richest bower . Poore Coridon for loue of thee must die : Thy beauties thrall , and conquest of thine eye . Leaue Coridon to plough the barren field , Thy buds of hope are blasted with disgrace : For Phillis lookes no harty loue doo yeeld , Nor can she loue , for all her louely face . Die Coridon , the spoile of Phillis eye : She cannot loue , and therefore thou must die . S. E. Dyer . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards description of Loue. Melibeus . SHeepheard , what 's Loue , I pray thee tell ? Faustus . It is that Fountaine , and that Well , Where pleasure and repentance dwell . It is perhaps that sauncing bell , That toules all into heauen or hell , And this is Loue as I heard tell . Meli. Yet what is Loue , I pre-thee say ? Fau. It is a worke on holy-day , It is December match'd with May , When lustie-bloods in fresh aray , Heare ten moneths after of the play , And this is Loue , as I heare say . Meli. Yet what is Loue , good Sheepheard saine ? Fau. It is a Sun-shine mixt with raine , It is a tooth-ach , or like paine , It is a game where none dooth gaine , The Lasse saith no , and would full faine : And this is Loue , as I heare saine . Meli. Yet Sheepheard , what is Loue , I pray ? Fau. It is a yea , it is a nay , A pretty kind of sporting fray , It is a thing will soone away , Then Nimphs take vantage while ye may : And this is loue as I heare say . Meli. Yet what is loue , good Shepheard show ? Fau. A thing that creepes , it cannot goe , A prize that passeth too and fro , A thing for one , a thing for moe , And he that prooues shall finde it so ; And Sheepheard this is loue I troe . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ To his Flocks . FEede on my Flocks securely , Your Sheepheard watcheth surely , Runne about my little Lambs , Skip and wanton with your Dammes , Your louing Heard with care will tend ye : Sport on faire flocks at pleasure , Nip Vestaes flowring treasure , I my selfe will duely harke , When my watchfull dogge dooth barke , From Woolfe and Foxe I will defend ye . H. C. FINIS . ¶ A Roundelay betweene two Sheepheards . 1. Shep. TEll me thou gentle Sheepheards Swaine , Who's 's yonder in the Vale is set ? 2. Shep. Oh it is she , whose sweetes doo staine , The Lilly , Rose , the Violet . 1. Shep. Why dooth the Sunne against his kind , Fixe his bright Chariot in the skies ? 2. Shep. Because the Sunne is strooken blind , With looking on her heauenly eyes . 1. Shep. Why doo thy flocks forbeare their food , Which sometime were thy chiefe delight ? 2. Shep. Because they neede no other good , That liue in presence of her sight . 1. Shep. Why looke these flowers so pale and ill , That once attir'd this goodly Heath ? 2. Shep. She hath rob'd Nature of her skill , And sweetens all things with her breath . 1. Shep. Why slide these brookes so slow away , Whose bubling murmur pleas'd thine eare ? 2. Shep. Oh meruaile not although they stay , When they her heauenly voyce doo heare . 1. Shep. From whence come all these Sheepheards Swaines , And louely Nimphs attir'd in greene ? 2. Shep. From gathering Garlands on the Plaines , To crowne our faire the Sheepheards Queene . Both. The Sunne that lights this world below . Flocks . flowers , and brookes will witnesse beare : These Nimphs and Sheepheards all doo know , That it is she is onely faire . Mich. Drayton . FINIS . ¶ The solitarie Sheepheards Song . O Shadie Vales , ô faire enriched Meades , O sacred vvoods , sweet fields , and rising mountaines : O painted flowers , greene hearbs where Flora treads , Refresht by wanton winds and watry fountaines . O all you winged Queristers of vvood , that pearcht aloft , your former paines report : And straite againe recount with pleasant moode , your present ioyes in sweete and seemely sort . O all you creatures whosoeuer thriue on mother earth , in Seas , by ayre , by fire : More blest are you then I heere vnder Sunne , loue dies in me , when as he dooth reuiue In you , I perish vnder beauties ire , where after stormes , winds , frosts , your life is wunne . Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards resolution in loue . IF loue him-selfe be subiect vnto Loue , And range the vvoods to finde a mortall pray , If Neptune from the Seas him-selfe remoue , And seeke on sands with earthly wights to play : Then may I loue my Sheepheardesse by right ; Who farre excells each other mortall wight ? If Pluto could by Loue be drawne from hell , To yeeld him-selfe a silly virgins thrall . If Phoebus could vouchsafe on earth to dwell , To winne a rustick Mayde vnto his call : Then how much more should I adore the sight , Of her in whom the heauens them-selues delight ? If Country Pan might follow Nimphs in chase , And yet through loue remaine deuoide of blame , If Satires were excus'd for seeking grace , To ioy the fruites of any mortall Dame : My Sheepheardesse , why should not I loue still On whom nor Gods nor men can gaze their fill ? Tho. Watson . FINIS . ¶ Coridons Hymne in praise of Amarillis . WOuld mine eyes were christall Fountaines , Where you might the shadow view Of my greefes , like to these mountaines Swelling for the losse of you . Cares which curelesse are alas , Helplesse , haplesse for they grow : Cares like tares in number passe , All the seedes that loue dooth sow . Who but could remember all Twinkling eyes still representing ? Starres which pierce me to the gall , Cause they lend no more contenting . And you Nectar-lips , alluring Humane sence to tast of heauen : For no Art of mans manuring , Finer silke hath euer weauen . Who but could remember this , The sweete odours of your fauour ? When I smeld I was in blisse , Neuer felt I sweeter sauour . And your harmlesse hart annoynted , As the custome was of Kings : Shewes your sacred soule appoynted , To be prime of earthly things . Ending thus remember all , Cloathed in a mantle greene : T is enough I am your thrall , Leaue to thinke what eye hath seene . Yet the eye may not so leaue , Though the thought doo still repine : But must gaze till death bequeath , Eyes and thoughts vnto her shrine . Which if Amarillis chaunce , Hearing to make hast to see : To life death she may aduance . Therefore eyes and thoughts goe free . T. B. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Carillo his Song . Guarda mi las Vaccas Carillo , por tu fe , Besa mi Primero , Yo te las guardare . IPre-thee keepe my Kine for me Carillo , wilt thou ? Tell. First let me haue a kisse of thee , And I will keepe them well . If to my charge or them to keepe , Thou doost commend thy Kine or Sheepe , For thee I doo suffise : Because in this I haue beene bred , But for so much as I haue fed By viewing thee , mine eyes ; Commaund not me to keepe thy beast : Because my selfe I can keepe least . How can I keepe , I pre-thee tell , Thy Kie , my selfe that cannot well defend , nor please thy kinde As long as I haue serued thee ? But if thou wilt giue vnto me a kisse to please my minde : I aske no more for all my paine , And I will keepe them very faine . For thee , the gift is not so great That I doo aske , to keepe thy Neate , but vnto me it is A guerdon , that shall make me liue . Disdaine not then to lend , or giue so small a gift as this . But if to it thou canst not frame : Then giue me leaue to take the same . But if thou doost ( my sweet ) denie To recompence me by and by , thy promise shall relent me : Heere-after some reward to finde , Behold how I doo please my minde , and fauours doo content me , That though thou speak'st it but in iest : I meane to take it at the best . Behold how much loue works in me ; And how ill recompenc'd of thee that with the shadow of Thy happy fauours ( though delay'd ) I thinke my selfe right well appay'd , although they prooue a scoffe . Then pitty me , that haue forgot : My selfe for thee , that carest not . O in extreame thou art most faire , And in extreame vniust despaire thy cruelty maintaines : O that thou wert so pittifull Vnto these torments that doo pull my soule with sencelesse paines , As thou shew'st in that face of thine : Where pitty and mild grace should shine . If that thy faire and sweetest face Assureth me both peace and grace , thy hard and cruell hart : Which in that white breast thou doo'st beare , Dooth make me tremble yet for feare thou wilt not end my smart . In contraries of such a kinde : Tell me what succour shall I 〈◊〉 ? If then young Sheepheardesse thou craue A Heards-man for thy beast to haue , with grace thou maist restore Thy Sheepheard from his barren loue , For neuer other shalt thou prooue , that seekes to please thee more : And who to serue thy turne , will neuer shun , The nipping frost , and beames of parching Sun. Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Corins dreame of his faire Chloris . WHat time bright Titan in the Zenith sat , And equally the fixed poales did heate : When to my flock my daily woes I chat , And vnderneath a broade Beech tooke my seate . The dreaming God which Morpheus Poets call Augmenting fuell to my Aetnaes fire , With sleepe possessing my weake sences all , In apparitions makes my hopes aspire . Me thought I saw the Nimph I would embrace , With armes abroade comming to me for helpe : A lust-led Satire hauing her in chace , Which after her about the fields did yelpe . I seeing my Loue in such perplexed plight , A sturdie bat from off an Oake I reft : And with the Rauisher continued fight , Till breathlesse I vpon the earth him left . Then when my coy Nimph saw her breathlesse foe , With kisses kind she gratifies my paine : Protesting rigour neuer more to show , Happy was I this good hap to obtaine . But drowsie slumbers flying to their Cell , My sudden ioy conuerted was to bale : My wonted sorrowes still with me doo dwell , I looked round about on hill and Dale : But I could neither my faire Chloris view , Nor yet the Satire which yer-while I slew . W. S. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Damons passion . AH trees , why fall your leaues so fast ? Ah Rocks , where are your roabes of mosse ? Ah Flocks , why stand you all agast ? Trees , Rocks , and Flocks , what , are ye pensiue for my losse ? The birds me thinks tune naught but moane , The winds breath naught but bitter plaint : The beasts forsake their dennes to groane , Birds , winds , and beasts , what , dooth my losse your powers attaint ? Floods weepe their springs aboue their bounds , And Eccho wailes to see my woe : The roabe of ruthe dooth cloath the grounds , Floods , Eccho , grounds , why doo ye all these teares bestow ? The trees , the Rocks and Flocks replie , The birds , the winds , the beasts report : Floods , Eccho , grounds for sorrow crie , We greeue since Phillis nill kinde Damons loue consort . Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Musidorus his complaint . COme Sheepheards weedes , become your Maisters minde , Yeeld outward shew , what inward change he tries : Nor be abash'd , since such a guest you finde , Whose strongest hope in your weake comfort lies . Come Sheepheards weedes , attend my wofull cries , Disuse your selues from sweete Menalcas voyce : For other be those tunes which sorrow ties , From those cleare notes which freely may reioyce . Then poure out plaints , and in one word say this : Helplesse his plaint , who spoiles him selfe of blisse . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards braule , one halfe aunswering the other . 1. WE loue , and haue our loues rewarded ? 2. We loue , and are no whit regarded . 1. We finde most sweet affections snare : 2. That sweete but sower dispairefull care . 1. Who can dispaire , whom hope dooth beare ? 2. And who can hope , that feeles dispaire ? All. As without breath no pipe dooth moue : No Musique kindly without loue . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ Dorus his comparisons . MY Sheepe are thoughts , which I both guide and serue , Their pasture is faire hills of fruitlesse loue : On barren sweetes they feede , and feeding sterue , I waile their lot , but will not other proue . My sheepe-hooke is wanne hope , which all vpholds : My weedes , desires , cut out in endlesse folds . What wooll my Sheepe shall beare , while thus they liue : In you it is , you must the iudgement giue . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Faustus his Song . A faire Mayde wed to prying Iealousie , One of the fairest as euer I did see : If that thou wilt a secret Louer take , ( Sweet life ) doe not my secret loue forsake . ECclipsed was our Sunne , And faire Aurora darkened to vs quite , Our morning starre was doone , And Sheepheards starre lost cleane out of our sight , When that thou didst thy faith in wedlock plight . Dame Nature made thee faire , And ill did carelesse Fortune marry thee , And pitty with despaire It was , that this thy haplesse hap should be , A faire Mayde wed to prying Iealousie . Our eyes are not so bold To view the Sun , that flie with radiant wing : Vnlesse that we doo hold A glasse before them , or some other thing . Then wisely this to passe did Fortune bring To couer thee with such a vaile : For heeretofore , when any viewed thee , Thy sight made his to faile , For ( sooth ) thou art : thy beautie telleth mee , One of the fairest as euer I did see . Thy graces to obscure , With such a froward husband , and so base She meant thereby most sure That Cupids force , and loue thou should'st embrace , For 't is a force to loue , no wondrous case . Then care no more for kin , And doubt no more , for feare thou must forsake , To loue thou must begin , And from hence-forth this question neuer make , If that thou should'st a secret Louer take ? Of force it dooth behooue That thou should'st be belou'd , and that againe ( Faire Mistresse ) thou should'st loue , For to what end , what purpose , and what gaine , Should such perfections serue ? as now in vaine My loue is of such art , That ( of it selfe ) it well deserues to take In thy sweete loue a part : Then for no Sheepheard , that his loue dooth make , ( Sweet life ) doo not my secret loue forsake . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Another of the same , by Firmius the Sheepheard . IF that the gentle winde dooth mooue the leaues with pleasant sound , If that the Kid behind Is left , that cannot find her dam , runnes bleating vp and downe : The Bagpipe , Reede , or Flute , onely with ayre if that they touched be , With pitty all salute , And full of loue doo brute thy name , and sound Diana , seeing thee : A faire Mayde wed to prying Iealousie . The fierce and sauage beasts ( beyond their kind and nature yet ) With pitteous voyce and brest , In mountaines without rest the selfe same Song doo not forget . If that they stay'd at ( Faire ) and had not passed to prying Iealousie : With plaints of such despaire As moou'd the gentle ayre to teares : The Song that they did sing , should be One of the fayrest as euer I did see . Mishap , and fortunes play , ill did they place in Beauties brest : For since so much to say , There was of beauties sway , they had done well to leaue the rest . They had enough to doo , if in her praise their wits they did awake : But yet so must they too , And all thy loue that woo , thee not too coy , nor too too proude to make , If that thou wilt a secret Louer take . For if thou hadst but knowne the beauty , that they heere doo touch , Thou woul'dst then loue alone Thy selfe , nor any one , onely thy selfe accounting much . But if thou doo'st conceaue this beauty , that I will not publique make , And mean'st not to bereaue The world of it , but leaue the same to some ( which neuer peere did take , ) ( Sweet life ) doo not my secret loue forsake . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Damelus Song to his Diaphenia . DIaphenia like the Daffadown-dillie , White as the Sunne , faire as the Lillie , heigh hoe , how I doo loue thee ? I doo loue thee as my Lambs Are beloued of their Dams , how blest were I if thou would'st prooue me ? Diaphenia like the spreading Roses , That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses , faire sweete how I doo loue thee ? I doo loue thee as each flower , Loues the Sunnes life-giuing power . for dead , thy breath to life might mooue me . Diaphenia like to all things blessed , When all thy praises are expressed , deare Ioy , how I doo loue thee ? As the birds doo loue the Spring : Or the Bees their carefull King , then in requite , sweet Virgin loue me H. C. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Eurymachus to his faire Sheepheardesse Mirimida . WHen Flora proud in pompe of all her flowers sate bright and gay : And gloried in the dewe of Iris showers , and did display Her mantle checquer'd all with gaudie greene , Then I alone A mournfull man in Ericine was seene . With folded armes I trampled through the grasse , Tracing as he That held the throane of Fortune brittle glasse , And loue to be Like Fortune fleeting , as the restlesse wind Mixed with mists Whose dampe dooth make the clearest eyes grow blind . Thus in a maze , I spied a hideous flame , I cast my sight , And sawe where blithely bathing in the same With great delight A worme did lie , wrapt in a smoakie sweate : And yet t was strange , It carelesse lay , and shrunk not at the heate . I stoode amaz'd , and wondring at the sight , while that a dame , That shone like to the heauens rich sparkling light , Discourst the same , And said , My friend , this worme within the fire : Which lyes content , Is Venus worme , and represents desire . A Salamander is this princely beast , Deck'd with a crowne , Giuen him by Cupid as a gorgeous creast , Gainst Fortunes frowne , Content he lyes , and bathes him in the flame , And goes not foorth , For why , he cannot liue without the same . As he , so Louers liue within the fire Of feruent loue : And shrinke not from the flame of hote desire , Nor will not moue From any heate that Venus force imparts : But lie content , Within a fire , and waste away their harts . Vp flewe the Dame , and vanish'd in a cloud , But there stoode I , And many thoughts within my mind did shroud My loue : for why I felt within my hart a scorching fire , And yet as did The Salamander , t was my whole desire . Ro. Greene. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Firmius his Song . SHeepheards giue eare , and now be still Vnto my passions , and their cause , and what they be : Since that with such an earnest will , And such great signes of friendships lawes , you aske it me . It is not long since I was whole , Nor since I did in euery part free-will resigne : It is not long since in my sole Possession , I did know my hart , and to be mine . It is not long , since euen and morrow , All pleasure that my hart could finde , was in my power : It is not long , since greefe and sorrow , My louing hart began to binde , and to deuoure . It is not long , since companie I did esteeme a ioy indeede still to frequent : Nor long , since solitarilie I liu'd , and that this life did breede my sole content . Desirous I ( wretched ) to see , But thinking not to see so much as then I sawe : Loue made me know in what degree , His valour and braue force did touch me with his lawe . First he did put no more nor lesse Into my hart , then he did view that there did want : But when my breast in such excesse Of liuely flames to burne I knew , then were so scant My ioyes , that now did so abate , ( My selfe estraunged euery way from former rest : ) That I did know , that my estate , And that my life was euery day , in deaths arrest . I put my hand into my side , To see what was the cause of this vnwonted vaine : Where I did finde , that torments hied By endlesse death to preiudice my life with paine . Because I sawe that there did want My hart , wherein I did delight , my dearest hart : And he that did the same supplant , No iurisdiction had of right to play that part . The Iudge and Robber , that remaine Within my soule , their cause to trie , are there all one : And so the giuer of the paine , And he that is condemn'd to die or I , or none . To die I care not any way , Though without why , to die I greeue , as I doo see : But for because I heard her say , None die for lone , for I beleeue none such there be . Then this thou shalt beleeue by me Too late , and without remedie as did in briefe : Anaxarete , and thou shalt see , The little she did satisfie with after griefe . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards praise of his sacred Diana . PRaysed be Dianaes faire and harmelesse light , Praised be the dewes , where-with she moists the ground : Praised be her beames , the glory of the night , Prais'd be her power , by which all powers abound . Prais'd be her Nimphs , with whom she decks the vvoods , Prais'd be her Knights , in whom true honour liues : Prais'd be that force , by which she mooues the floods , Let that Diana shine which all these giues . In heauen Queene she is among the Spheares , She Mistresse-like makes all things to be pure : Eternity in her oft change she beares , She beauty is , by her the faire endure . Time weares her not , she dooth his Chariot guide , Mortality below her Orbe is plast : By her the vertue of the starres downe slide . In her is vertues perfect Image cast . A knowledge pure it is her woorth to know : With Circes let them dwell , that thinke not so , FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards dumpe . LIke desart Woods , with darksome shades obscured , Where dreadfull beasts , where hatefull horror raigneth , Such is my wounded hart , whom sorrow paineth . The Trees are fatall shafts , to death inured , That cruell loue within my hart maintaineth , To whet my greefe , when as my sorrow waineth . The ghastly beasts , my thoughts in cares assured , Which wadge me warre , whilst hart no succour gaineth , With false suspect , and feare that still remaineth . The horrors , burning sighs , by cares procured , Which foorth I send , whilst weeping eye complaineth , To coole the heate the helplesse hart containeth . But shafts , but cares , sighs , horrors vnrecured , Were nought esteem'd , if for their paines awarded : Your Sheepheards loue might be by you regarded . S. E. D. FINIS . ¶ The Nimph Dianaes Song . WHen that I poore soule was borne , I was borne vnfortunate : Presently the Fates had sworne , To fore-tell my haplesse state . Titan his faire beames did hide , Phoebe ' clips'd her siluer light : In my birth my Mother died , Young and faire in heauie plight And the Nurse that gaue me suck , Haplesse was in all her life : And I neuer had good luck , Being mayde or married wife . I lou'd well , and was belou'd , And forgetting , was forgot : This a haplesse marriage mou'd , Greeuing that it kills me not . With the earth would I were wed , Then in such a graue of woes Daylie to be buried , Which no end nor number knowes . Young my Father married me , Forc'd by my obedience : Syrenus , thy faith , and thee I forgot without offence . Which contempt I pay so farre , Neuer like was paid so much : Iealousies doo make me warre , But without a cause of such . I doo goe with iealous eyes , To my folds , and to my Sheepe : And with iealousie I rise , When the day begins to peepe . At his table I doo eate , In his bed with him I lie : But I take no rest , nor meate , Without cruell iealousie . If I aske him what he ayles , And whereof he iealous is ? In his aunswere then he failes , Nothing can he say to this . In his face there is no cheere , But he euer hangs the head : In each corner he dooth peere , And his speech is sad and dead . Ill the poore soule liues ywis : That so hardly married is . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Rowlands Madrigall . FAire Loue rest thee heere , Neuer yet was morne so cleere , Sweete be not vnkinde , Let me thy fauour finde , Or else for loue I die . Harke this pretty bubling spring , How it makes the Meadowes ring , Loue now stand my friend , Heere let all sorrow end , And I will honour thee . See where little Cupid lyes , Looking babies in her eyes . Cupid helpe me now , Lend to me thy bowe , to wound her that wounded me . Heere is none to see or tell , All our flocks are feeding by , This banke with Roses spred , Oh it is a dainty bed , fit for my Loue and me . Harke the birds in yonder Groaue , How they chaunt vnto my Loue , Loue be kind to me , As I haue beene to thee , for thou hast wonne my hart . Calme windes blow you faire , Rock her thou sweete gentle ayre , O the morne is noone , The euening comes too soone , to part my Loue and me . The Roses and thy lips doo meete , Oh that life were halfe so sweete , Who would respect his breath , That might die such a death , oh that life thus might die . All the bushes that be neere , With sweet Nightingales beset , Hush sweete and be still , Let them sing their fill , there 's none our ioyes to let . Sunne why doo'st thou goe so fast ? Oh why doo'st thou make such hast ? It is too early yet , So soone from ioyes to flit , why art thou so vnkind ? See my little Lambkins runne , Looke on them till I haue done , Hast not on the night , To rob me of her sight , that liue but by her eyes . Alas , sweet Loue , we must depart , Harke , my dogge begins to barke , Some bodie 's comming neere , They shall not finde vs heere , for feare of being chid . Take my Garland and my Gloue , Weare it for my sake my Loue , To morrow on the greene , Thou shalt be our Sheepheards Queene , crowned with Roses gay . Mich. Drayton . FINIS . ¶ Alanius the Sheepheard , his dolefull Song , complayning of Ismeniaes crueltie . NO more ( ô cruell Nimph , ) now hast thou prayed Enough in thy reuenge , prooue not thine ire On him that yeelds , the fault is now appayed Vnto my cost : Now mollifie thy dire Hardnes , and brest of thine so much obdured : And now raise vp ( though lately it hath erred , ) A poore repenting soule , that in the obscured Darknes of thy obliuion lyes enterred . For it falls not in that , that should commend thee : That such a Swaine as I may once offend thee . If that the little Sheepe with speede is flying From angry Sheepheard ( with his words afrayed ) And runneth here and there with fearefull crying , And with great griefe is from the flock estrayed : But when it now perceiues that none doth follow , And all alone , so farre estraying mourneth , Knowing what danger it is in , with hollow And fainting bleates , then fearefull it returneth Vnto the flock , meaning no more to leaue it : Should it not be a iust thing to receaue it ? Lift vp those eyes ( Ismenia ) which so stately To view me , thou hast lifted vp before me , That liberty , which was mine owne but lately , Giue me againe , and to the same restore me : And that mild hart , so full of loue and pittie , Which thou didst yeeld to me , and euer owe me ; Behold ( my Nimph ) I was not then so wittie To know that sincere loue that thou didst shew me : Now wofull man , full well I know and rue it , Although it was too late before I knew it . How could it be ( my enemie ? ) say , tell me , How thou ( in greater fault and errour being Then euer I was thought ) should'st thus repell me ? And with new league and cruell title seeing Thy faith so pure and worthy to be changed ? And what is that Ismenia , that dooth bind it To loue , whereas the same is most estranged , And where it is impossible to finde it ? But pardon me , if heerein I abuse thee : Since that the cause thou gau'st me dooth excuse me . But tell me now , what honour hast thou gayned , Auenging such a fault by thee committed , And there-vnto by thy occasion trayned ? What haue I done , that I haue not acquitted ? Or what excesse that is not amply payed , Or suffer more , that I haue not endured ? What cruell minde , what angry breast displayed , With sauage hart , to fiercenes so adiured ? Would not such mortall griefe make milde and tender : But that , which my fell Sheepheardesse dooth render ? Now as I haue perceaued well thy reasons , Which thou hast had , or hast yet to forget me , The paines , the griefes , the guilts of forced treasons , That I haue done , wherein thou first didst set me : The passions , and thine eares and eyes refusing To peare and see me , meaning to vndoe me : Cam'st thou to know , or be but once perusing Th'vnsought occasions , which thou gau'st vnto me : Thou should'st not haue where-with to more torment me : Nor I to pay the fault my rashnes lent me . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Montana the Sheepheard , his loue to Aminta . I Serue Aminta , whiter then the snowe , Straighter then Cedar , brighter then the glasse : More fine in trip , then foote of running Roe , More pleasant then the field of flowring grasse . More gladsome to my withering ioyes that fade : Then Winters Sunne , or Sommers cooling shade . Sweeter then swelling Grape of ripest vvine , Softer then feathers of the fairest Swan : Smoother then Iet , more stately then the Pine , Fresher then Poplar , smaller then my span . Clearer then Phoebus fierie pointed beame : Or Icie crust of Christalls frozen streame . Yet is she curster then the Beare by kind , And harder harted then the aged Oake : More glib then Oyle , more fickle then the wind , More stiffe then steele , no sooner bent but broake . Loe thus my seruice is a lasting sore : Yet will I serue , although I die therefore . Shep. Tonie . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards sorrow for his Phaebes disdaine . OH Woods vnto your walks my body hies , To loose the trayterous bonds of tyring Loue , Where trees , where hearbs , where flowers , Their natiue moisture poures From foorth their tender stalkes , to helpe mine eyes , Yet their vnited teares may nothing moue . When I behold the faire adorned tree , Which lightnings force and Winters frost resists , Then Daphnes ill betide , And Phaebus lawlesse pride Enforce me say , euen such my sorrowes be : For selfe disdaine in Phaebes hart consists . If I behold the flowers by morning teares Looke louely sweete : Ah then forlorne I crie Sweete showers for Memnon shed , All flowers by you are fed . Whereas my pittious plaint that still appeares , Yeelds vigor to her scornes , and makes me die . When I regard the pretty glee-full bird , With teare-full ( yet delightfull ) notes complaine : I yeeld a terror with my teares . And while her musique wounds mine eares , Alas say I , when will my notes afford Such like remorce , who still beweepe my paine ? When I behold vpon the leafe-lesse bow The haplesse bird lament her Loues depart : I draw her biding nigh , And sitting downe I sigh , And sighing say : Alas , that birds auow A setled faith , yet Phaebe scornes my smart . Thus wearie in my walke , and wofull too , I spend the day , fore-spent with daily greefe : Each obiect of distresse My sorrow dooth expresse . I doate on that which dooth my hart vndoo : And honour her that scornes to yeeld releefe . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ Espilus and Therion , their contention in Song for the May-Ladie . Espilus . TVne vp my voyce , a higher note I yeeld , To high conceite , the Song must needes neede be hie : More high then starres , more firme then flintie field Are all my thoughts , in which I liue and die . Sweete soule to whom I vowed am a slaue : Let not wild vvoods so great a treasure haue . Therion . The highest note comes oft from basest minde , As shallow Brookes doo yeeld the greatest sound : Seeke other thoughts thy life or death to find , Thy starres be falne , plowed is thy flinty ground . Sweet soule , let not a wretch that serueth Sheepe , Among his Flock so sweete a treasure keepe . Espilus . Two thousand Sheepe I haue as white as milke , Though not so white as is thy louely face : The pasture rich , the wooll as soft as silke , All this I giue , let me possesse thy grace . But still take heede , least thou thy selfe submit : To one that hath no wealth , and wants his wit. Therion . Two thousand Deere in wildest vvoods I haue , Them can I take , but you I cannot hold : He is not poore who can his freedome saue , Bound but to you , no wealth but you I would . But take this beast , if beasts you feare to misse : For of his beasts the greatest beast he is . Both kneeling to her Maiestie . Espilus . Iudge you , to whom all beauties force is lent : Therion . Iudge you of loue , to whom all loue is bent . This Song was sung before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie , in Wansted Garden : as a contentention betweene a Forrester and a Sheepheard for the May-Ladie . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ Olde Melibeus Song , courting his Nimph. LOues Queene long wayting for her true-Loue , Slaine by a Boare which he had chased , Left off her teares , and me embraced , She kist me sweete , and call'd me new-Loue . With my siluer haire she toyed , In my stayed lookes she ioyed . Boyes ( she sayd ) breede beauties sorrow : Olde men cheere it euen and morrow . My face she nam'd the seate of fauour , All my defects her tongue defended , My shape she prais'd , but most commended . My breath more sweete then Balme in sauour . Be old man with me delighted , Loue for loue shall be requited . With her toyes at last she wone me : Now she coyes that hath vndone me . M. F G. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Syluanus his Song . MY life ( young Sheepheardesse ) for thee Of needes to death must post : But yet my greefe must stay with me , After my life is lost . The greeuous ill , by Death that cured is , Continually hath remedy at hand : But not that torment that is like to this , That in slow time , and Fortunes meanes dooth stand . And if this sorrow cannot be Ended with life ( at most : ) What then dooth this thing profit me , A sorrow wonne or lost ? Yet all is one to me , as now I trie a flattering hope , or that that had not been yet : For if to day for want of it I die , Next day I doo no lesse for hauing seene it . Faine would I die , to end and free This greefe , that kills me most : If that it might be lost with me , Or die when life is lost . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Coridons Song . A Blithe and bonny Country-Lasse , heigh hoe bonny-Lasse , Sate sighing on the tender grasse , and weeping sayd : will none come woo me ? A smicker Boy , a lither Swaine , heigh hoe a smicker Swaine : That in his loue was wanton faine , with smiling lookes straite came vnto her . When as the wanton Wench espied , heigh hoe when she espied , The meanes to make her selfe a Bride , she simpred smooth like bonnie-bell : The Swaine that sawe her squint-eyed kinde , heigh hoe squint-eyed kinde , His armes about her body twin'd and sayd , Faire Lasse , how fare ye , well ? The Country-Kit sayd , well forsooth , heigh hoe well forsooth , But that I haue a longing tooth , a longing tooth that makes me crie : Alas ( said he ) what garres thy greefe , heigh hoe what garres thy greefe ? A wound ( quoth she ) without releefe , I feare a mayde that I shall die . If that be all , the Sheepheard sayd , heigh hoe the Sheepheard sayd , I le make thee wiue it gentle Mayde , and so recure thy maladie : Heereon they kist with many an oath , heigh hoe many an oath , And fore God Pan did plight their troath , so to the Church apace they hie . And God send euery pretty peate , heigh hoe the pretty peate , That feares to die of this conceite , so kind a friend to helpe at last : Then Maydes shall neuer long againe , heigh hoe to long againe , When they finde ease for such a paine , thus my Roundelay is past . Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards Sonnet . MY fairest Ganimede disdaine me not , Though sillie Sheepheard I , presume to loue thee , Though my harsh Songs and Sonnets cannot mooue thee : Yet to thy beauty is my loue no blot : Apollo , Ioue , and many Gods beside S'dain'd not the name of Country Sheepheards Swaines , Nor want we pleasures , though we take some paines . We liue contentedly : A thing call'd pride Which so corrupts the Court and euery place , ( Each place I meane where learning is neglected , And yet of late , euen learnings selfe 's infected , ) I know not what it meanes in any case . We onely ( when Molorchus gins to peepe , Learne for to fold , and to vnfold our Sheepe . Rich. Barnefielde . FINIS . ¶ Seluagia and Siluanus , their Song to Diana . Sel. I See thee iolly Sheepheard merrie , And firme thy faith , and sound as a berrie . Sil. Loue gaue me ioy , and Fortune gaue it , As my desire could wish to haue it . Sel. What didst thou wish , tell me ( sweete Louer , ) Whereby thou might'st such ioy recouer ? Sil. To loue where loue should be inspired : Since there 's no more to be desired . Sel. In this great glory , and great gladnes , Think'st thou to haue no touch of sadnes ? Sil. Good Fortune gaue me not such glorie : To mock my Loue , or make me sorrie . Sel. If my firme loue I were denying , Tell me , with sighs would'st thou be dying ? Sil. Those words ( in ieast ) to heare thee speaking : For very griefe this hart is breaking . Sel. Yet would'st thou change , I pre-thee tell me , In seeing one that did excell me ? Sil. O no , for how can I aspire , To more , then to mine owne desire ? Sel. Such great affection doo'st thou beare me : As by thy words thou seem'st to sweare me ? Sil. Of thy deserts , to which a debter I am , thou maist demaund this better . Sel. Sometimes me thinks , that I should sweare it , Sometimes me thinks , thou should'st not beare it . Sil. Onely in this my hap dooth greeue me , And my desire , not to beleeue me . Sel. Imagine that thou doo'st not loue mine , But some braue beauty that 's aboue mine . Sil. To such a thing ( sweete ) doo not will me : Where faining of the same dooth kill me . Sel. I see thy firmenesse gentle Louer , More then my beauty can discouer . Sil. And my good fortune to be higher Then my desert , but not desire . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Montanus his Madrigall . IT was a Vallie gawdie greene , Where Dian at the Fount was seene , Greene it was , And did passe All other of Dianaes bowers , In the pride of Floraes flowers . A Fount it was that no Sunne sees , Cirkled in with Cipres trees , Set so nie , As Phaebus eye Could not doo the Virgins scathe , To see them naked when they bathe . She sate there all in white , Colour fitting her delight , Virgins so Ought to goe : For white in Armorie is plaste To be the colour that is chaste . Her taffata Cassock you might see , Tucked vp aboue her knee , Which did show There below Legges as white as Whales bone , So white and chast was neuer none . Hard by her vpon the ground , Sate her Virgins in a round , Bathing their Golden haire , And singing all in notes hie : Fie on Venus flattering eye . Fie on Loue , it is a toy , Cupid witlesse , and a boy , All his fires , And desires , Are plagues that God sent from on hie : To pester men with miserie . As thus the Virgins did disdaine Louers ioy and Louers paine , Cupid nie Did espie Greeuing at Dianaes Song , Slily stole these Maydes among . His bowe of steele , darts of fire , He shot amongst them sweete desire , Which straite flies In their eyes , And at the entraunce made them start , For it ranne from eye to hart . Calisto straite supposed loue , Was faire and frollique for to loue . Dian she , Scap'd not free , For well I wote heere-vpon , She lou'd the Swaine Endimion . Clitia , Phaebus , and Chloris eye Thought none so faire as Mercurie . Venus thus Did discusse By her Sonne in darts of fire : None so chast to check desire . Dian rose with all her Maydes , Blushing thus at Loues braides , With sighs all Shew their thrall , And flinging thence , pronounc'd this saw : What so strong as Loues sweete law ? Ro. Greene. FINIS . ¶ Astrophell to Stella , his third Song . IF Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musiques loue Through pores of sencelesse trees , as it could make them moue : If stones good measure daunc'd , the Thebane walls to build To cadence of the tunes , which Amphyons Lyre did yeeld : More cause a like effect at least-wise bringeth , O stones , ô trees , learne hearing , Stella singeth . If Loue might sweet'n so a boy of Sheepheards broode , To make a ●yzard dull to tast Loues daintie foode : If Eagle fierce could so in Grecian Mayde delight , As his light was her eyes , her death his endlesse night : Earth gaue that Loue , heau'n I trow Loue defineth , O beasts , ô birds , looke , Loue , loe , Stella shineth . The birds , stones , and trees feele this ; and feeling Loue , And if the trees , nor stones stirre not the same to proue : Nor beasts , nor birds doo come vnto this blessed gaze , Know , that small Loue is quicke , and great Loue dooth amaze . They are amaz'd , but you with reason armed , O eyes , ô eares of men , how are you charmed ? S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ A Song betweene Syrenus and Syluanus . Syrenus . WHo hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed , May feede his stomack with them at his pleasure : If in his drinke some ease he hath assayed , Then let him quench his thirsting without measure : And if his weapons pleasant in their manner , Let him embrace his standard and his banner . For being free from him , and quite exempted : Ioyfull I am , and proud , and well contented . Syluanus . Of Cupids daintie cates who hath not prayed , May be depriued of them at his pleasure : If wormewood in his drinke he hath assayed , Let him not quench his thirsting without measure : And if his weapons in their cruell manner , Let him abiure his standard and his banner : For I not free from him , and not exempted , Ioyfull I am , and proud , and well contented . Syrenus . Loue 's so expert in giuing many a trouble , That now I know not why he should be praised : He is so false , so changing , and so double , That with great reason he must be dispraised . Loue in the end is such a iarring passion , That none should trust vnto his peeuish fashion , For of all mischiefe he 's the onely Maister : And to my good a torment and disaster . Syluanus . Loue 's so expert in giuing ioy , not trouble , That now I know not but he should be praised : He is so true , so constant , neuer double , That in my minde he should not be dispraised . Loue in the end is such a pleasing passion , That euery one may trust vnto his fashion . For of all good he is the onely Maister : And foe vnto my harmes , and my disaster . Syrenus . Not in these sayings to be proou'd a lyer , He knowes that dooth not loue , nor is beloued : Now nights and dayes I rest , as I desire , After I had such greefe from me remooued . And cannot I be glad , since thus estraunged , My selfe from false Diana I haue chaunged ? Hence , hence , false Loue , I will not entertaine thee : Since to thy torments thou doo'st seeke to traine me . Syluanus . Not in these saying to be proou'd a lyer , He knowes that loues , and is againe beloued : Now nights and dayes I rest in sweete desire , After I had such happy fortune prooued . And cannot I be glad , since not estraunged , My selfe into Seluagia I haue chaunged ? Come , come , good Loue , and I will entertaine thee : Since to thy sweete content thou seek'st to traine me . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Ceres Song in emulation of Cinthia . SWell Ceres now , for other Gods are shrinking , Pomona pineth , Fruitlesse her tree : Faire Phaebus shineth Onely on me . Conceite dooth make me smile whilst I am thinking , How euery one dooth reade my storie , How euery bough on Ceres lowreth , Cause heauen plenty on me powreth , And they in leaues doo onely glorie , All other Gods of power bereauen , Ceres onely Queene of heauen . With roabes and flowers let me be dressed , Cinthia that shineth Is not so cleare : Cinthia declineth When I appeare . Yet in this Isle she raignes as blessed , And euery one at her dooth wonder , And in my eares still fond fame whispers Cinthia shall be Ceres Mistres , But first my Carre shall riue in sunder . Helpe Phaebus helpe , my fall is suddaine : Cinthia , Cinthia must be Soueraigne . This Song was sung before her Maiestie , at Bissam , the Lady Russels , in prograce . The Authors name unknowne to me . ¶ A Pastorall Ode to an honourable friend . AS to the blooming prime , Bleake Winter being fled : From compasse of the clime , Where Nature lay as dead , The Riuers dull'd with time , The greene leaues withered , Fresh Zephyri ( the Westerne brethren ) be : So th' honour of your fauour is to me . For as the Plaines reuiue , And put on youthfull greene : As plants begin to thriue , That disattir'd had beene : And Arbours now aliue , In former pompe are seene . So if my Spring had any flowers before : Your breathes Fauonius hath encreast the store . E. B. FINIS . ¶ A Nimphs disdaine of Loue. HEy downe a downe did Dian sing , amongst her Virgins sitting : Then loue there is no vainer thing , for Maydens most vnfitting , And so think I , with a downe downe derrie . VVhen women knew no woe , but liu'd them-selues to please : Mens fayning guiles they did not know , the ground of their disease . Vnborne was false suspect , no thought of iealousie : From wanton toyes and fond affect , the Virgins life was free . Hey downe a downe did Dian sing , &c. At length men vsed charmes , to which what Maides gaue eare : Embracing gladly endlesse harmes , anone enthralled were . Thus women welcom'd woe , disguis'd in name of loue : A iealous hell , a painted show , so shall they finde that proue . Hey downe a downe did Dian sing , amongst her Virgins sitting : Then loue there is no vainer thing , for Maydens most vnfitting . And so thinke I , with a downe downe derrie . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ Apollos Loue-Song for faire Daphne . MY hart and tongue were twinnes , at once conceaued , The eldest was my hart , borne dumbe by destinie : The last my tongue , of all sweet thoughts bereaued , Yet strung and tun'd , to play harts harmonie . Both knit in one , and yet a-sunder placed . What hart would speake , the tongue dooth still discouer : What tongue dooth speake , is of the hart embraced , And both are one , to make a new-found Louer . New-found , and onely found in Gods and Kings , Whose words are deedes , but deedes nor words regarded : Chast thoughts doo mount , and flie with swiftest wings , My loue with paine , my paine with losse rewarded . Engraue vpon this tree Daphnes perfection : That neither men nor Gods can force affection . This Dittie was sung before her Maiestie , at the right honourable the Lord Chandos , at Sudley Castell , at her last being there in prograce . The Author thereof vnknowne . ¶ The Sheepheard Delicius his Dittie . NEuer a greater foe did Loue disdaine , Or trode on grasse so gay , Nor Nimph greene leaues with whiter hand hath rent , More golden haire the wind did neuer blow , Nor fairer Dame hath bound in white attire , Or hath in Lawne more gracious features tied , Then my sweete Enemie . Beautie and chastitie one place refraine , In her beare equall sway : Filling the world with wonder and content . But they doo giue me paine and double woe , Since loue and beautie kindled my desire , And cruell chastitie from me denied All sence of iollitie . There is no Rose , nor Lillie after raine , Nor flower in moneth of May , Nor pleasant meade , nor greene in Sommer sent , That seeing them , my minde delighteth so , As faire flower which all the heauens admire , Spending my thoughts on her , in whom abide All grace and gifts on hie . Me thinks my heauenly Nimph I see againe Her neck and breast display : Seeing the whitest Ermine to frequent Some plaine , or flowers that make the fairest show . O Gods , I neuer yet beheld her nier , Or farre , in shade , or Sunne , that satisfied I was in passing by . The Meade , the Mount , the Riuer , Wood , and Plaine , With all their braue array , Yeeld not such sweete , as that faire face that 's bent Sorrowes and ioy in each soule to bestow In equall parts , procur'd by amorous fire Beauty and Loue in her their force haue tried , to blind each humane eye . Each wicked mind and will , which wicked vice dooth staine , her vertues breake and stay ▪ All ayres infect by ayre are purg'd and spent , Though of a great foundation they , did grow . O body , that so braue a soule doo'st hire , And blessed soule , whose vertues euer pried aboue the starrie skie . Onely for her my life in ioyes I traine my soule sings many a Lay : Musing on her , new Seas I doo inuent Of soueraigne ioy , wherein with pride I rowe . The deserts for her sake I doo require , For without her , the Springs of ioy are dried and that I doo defie . Sweete Fate , that to a noble deede doo'st straine , and lift my hart to day : Sealing her there with glorious ornament , Sweete scale , sweete greefe , and sweetest ouerthrowe . Sweete miracle , whose fame cannot expire , Sweete wound , and golden shaft , that so espied such heauenly companie Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died , As like were neuer in such yeares descried . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Amintas for his Phillis . AVrora now began to rise againe , From watry couch , and from old Tithons side : In hope to kiss vpon Acteian plaine , Young Cephalus , and through the golden glide On Easterne coast he cast so great a light , That Phaebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis bower , wherein he spent the night , To light the world againe with heauenly fire . No sooner gan his winged Steedes to chase The Stigian night , mantled with duskie vale : But poore Amintas hasteth him a pace , In deserts thus , to weepe a wofull tale . You silent shades , and all that dwell therein , As birds , or beasts , or wormes that creepe on ground : Dispose your selues to teares , while I begin To rue the greefe of mine eternall wound . And dolefull ghosts , whose nature flies the light , Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side : And while I die for want of my delight , Lament the woes through fancie me betide . Phillis is dead , the marke of my desire , My cause of loue , and shipwrack of my ioyes , Phillis is gone that set my hart on fire , That clad my thoughts with ruinous annoyes . Phillis is fled , and bides I wote not where , Phillis ( alas ) the praise of woman-kinde : Phillis the Sunne of this our Hemisphere , Whose beames made me , and many others blinde . But blinded me ( poore Swaine ) aboue the rest , That like olde Oedipus I liue in thrall : Still feele the woorst , and neuer hope the best , My mirth in moane , and honey drown'd in gall . Her faire , but cruell eyes , bewitcht my sight , Her sweete , but fading speech enthrall'd my thought : And in her deedes I reaped such delight , As brought both will and libertie to nought . Therefore all hope of happines adiew , Adiew desire the source of all my care : Despare tells me , my weale will nere renue , Till thus my soule dooth passe in Charons Crare . Meane time my minde must suffer Fortunes scorne , My thoughts still wound , like wounds that still are greene : My weakened limbs be layd on beds of thorne , My life decayes , although my death 's fore-seene . Mine eyes , now eyes no more , but Seas of teares , Weepe on your fill , to coole my burning brest : Where loue did place desire , twixt hope and feares , ( I say ) desire , the Authour of vnrest . And would to God , Phillis where ere thou be , Thy soule did see the sower of mine estate : My ioyes ecclips'd , for onely want of thee My being with my selfe at foule debate . My humble vowes , my sufferance of woe , My sobs and sighs , and euer-watching eyes : My plaintiue teares , my wandring to and fro , My will to die , my neuer-ceasing cries . No doubt but then these sorrowes would perswade , The doome of death , to cut my vitall twist : That I with thee amidst th' infernall shade , And thou with me might sport vs as we list . Oh if thou waite on faire Proserpines traine , And hearest Orpheus neere th' Elizian springs : Entreate thy Queene to free thee thence againe , And let the Thracian guide thee with his strings . Tho. Watson . FINIS . ¶ Faustus and Firmius sing to their Nimph by turnes . Firmius . OF mine owne selfe I doo complaine , And not for louing thee so much , But that in deede thy power is such : That my true loue it dooth restraine , And onely this dooth giue me paine , For faine I would Loue her more , if that I could . Faustus . Thou doo'st obserue ▪ who dooth not see , To be belou'd a great deale more : But yet thou shalt not finde such store ▪ Of loue in others as in me : For all I haue I giue to thee . Yet faine I would Loue thee more , if that I could . Firmius . O trie no other Sheepheard Swaine , And care not other loues to proue , Who though they giue thee all their loue : Thou canst not such as mine obtaine . And would'st thou haue in loue more gaine ? O yet I would Loue thee more , if that I could . Faustus . Impossible it is ( my friend ) That any one should me excell In loue , whose loue I will refell , If that with me he will contend : My loue no equall hath , nor end . And yet I would Loue her more , if that I could ▪ Firmius . Behold how Loue my soule hath charm'd , Since first thy beauties I did see , ( Which is but little yet to me , ) My freest sences I haue harm'd ( To loue thee ) leauing them vnarm'd : And yet I would Loue thee more , if that I could . Faustus . I euer gaue , and giue thee still Such store of loue , as Loue hath lent me : And therefore well thou maist content thee , That Loue dooth so enrich my fill : But now behold my cheefest will , That faine I would Loue thee more , if that I could . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Sireno a Sheepheard , hauing a lock of his faire Nimphs haire , wrapt about with greene silke , mournes thus in a Loue-Dittie . WHat chang's heere , ô haire , I see since I saw you ? How ill fits you this greene to weare , For hope the colour due ? In deede I well did hope , Though hope were mixt with feare : No other Sheepheard should haue scope Once to approach this heare . Ah haire , how many dayes , My Dian made me show , With thousand prettie childish playes , If I ware you or no ? Alas , how oft with teares , ( Oh teares of guilefull brest : ) She seemed full of iealous feares , Whereat I did but iest ? Tell me ô haire of gold , If I then faultie be : That trust those killing eyes I would , Since they did warrant me ? Haue you not seene her moode , What streames of teares she spent : Till that I sware my faith so stoode , As her words had it bent ? Who hath such beautie seene , In one that changeth so ? Or where one loues , so constant beene , Who euer saw such woe ? Ah haires , you are not greeu'd , To come from whence you be : Seeing how once you saw I liu'd , To see me as you see . On sandie banke of late , I saw this woman sit : Where , Sooner die then change my state , She with her finger writ . Thus my beleefe was stay'd , Behold Loues mighty hand On things , were by a vvoman say'd , And written in the sand . Translated by S. Phil. Sidney , out of Diana of Montmaior . ¶ A Song betweene Taurisius and Diana , aunswering verse for verse . Taurisius . THe cause why that thou doo'st denie To looke on me , sweete foe impart ? Diana . Because that dooth not please the eye . Which dooth offend and greeue the hart . Taurisius . What woman is , or euer was , That when she looketh , could be mou'd ▪ Diana . She that resolues her life to passe , Neyther to loue , nor to be lou'd . Taurisius . There is no hart so fierce and hard . That can so much torment a soule : Diana . Nor Sheepheard of so small regard , That reason will so much controule . Taurisius . How falls it out Loue dooth not kill Thy crueltie with some remorce ? Diana . Because that Loue is but a will , And free-will dooth admit no force . Taurisius . Behold what reason now thou hast , To remedie my louing smart : Diana . The very same bindes me as fast , To keepe such daunger from my hart . Taurisius . Why doo'st thou thus torment my minde , And to what end thy beautie keepe ? Diana . Because thou call'st me still vnkinde , And pittilesse when thou doo'st weepe . Taurisius . Is it because thy crueltie In killing me dooth neuer end ? Diana . Nay , for because I meane thereby , My hart from sorrow to defend . Taurisius . Be bold so foule I am no way As thou doo'st think , faire Sheepheardesse : Diana . With this content thee , that I say , That I beleeue the same no lesse . Taurisius . What , after giuing me such store ▪ Of passions , doo'st thou mock me too ? Diana . If aunsweres thou wilt any more . Goe seeke them without more adoo . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Another Song before her Maiestie at Oxford , sung by a comely Sheepheard , attended on by sundrie other Sheepheards and Nimphs . HEarbs , words , and stones , all maladies haue cured , Hearbs , words , and stones , I vsed when loued : Hearbs smells , words winde , stones hardnes haue procured , By stones , nor words , nor hearbs her mind was moued . I ask'd the cause : this was a womans reason , Mongst hearbs are weedes , and thereby are refused : Deceite as well as trueth speakes words in season , False stones by foiles haue many one abused . I sigh'd , and then she sayd , my fancie smoaked , I gaz'd , she sayd , my lookes were follies glauncing : I sounded dead , she sayd , my loue was choaked , I started vp , she sayd , my thoughts were dauncing . Oh sacred Loue , if thou haue any Godhead : Teach other rules to winne a maydenhead . Anonimus . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards Song : a Caroll or Himne for Christmas . SWeete Musique , sweeter farre Then any Song is sweete : Sweete Musique heauenly rare , Mine eares ( ô peeres ) dooth greete . You gentle flocks , whose fleeces pearl'd with dewe , Resemble heauen , whom golden drops make bright : Listen , ô listen , now , ô not to you Our pipes make sport to shorten wearie night , But voyces most diuine , Make blisfull Harmonie : Voyces that seeme to shine , For what else cleares the skie ? Tunes can we heare , but not the Singers see : The tunes diuine , and so the Singers be . Loe how the firmament , Within an azure fold : The flock of starres hath pent , That we might them behold . Yet from their beames proceedeth not this light , Nor can their Christalls such reflection giue : What then dooth make the Element so bright ? The heauens are come downe vpon earth to liue . But harken to the Song , Glorie to glories King : And peace all men among , These Queristers doo sing . Angels they are , as also ( Sheepheards ) hee , Whom in our feare we doo admire to see . Let not amazement blinde Your soules ( said he ) annoy : To you and all mankinde , My message bringeth ioy . For loe the worlds great Sheepheard now is borne A blessed Babe , an Infant full of power : After long night , vp-risen is the morne , Renowning Bethlem in the Sauiour . Sprung is the perfect day , By Prophets seene a farre : Sprung is the mirthfull May , Which Winter cannot marre . In Dauids Cittie dooth this Sunne appeare : Clouded in flesh , yet Sheepheards sit we heere . E. B. FINIS . ¶ Arsileus his Caroll , for ioy of the new mariage , betweene Syrenus and Diana . LEt now each Meade with flowers be depainted , Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing : Roses yeeld foorth your smells so finely tainted , Calme winds the greene leaues mooue with gentle blowing , The Christall Riuers flowing With waters be encreased : And since each one from sorrow now hath ceased ▪ From mournfull plaints and sadnes . Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes . Let Springs and Meades all kinde of sorrow banish , And mournfull harts the teares that they are bleeding : Let gloomie cloudes with shining morning vanish , Let euery bird reioyce that now is breeding . And since by new proceeding , With mariage now obtained , A great content by great contempt is gained , And you deuoyd of sadnes , Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes . Who can make vs to change our firme desires , And soule to leaue her strong determination , And make vs freeze in Ice , and melt in fires , And nicest harts to loue with emulation , Who rids vs from vexation , And all our minds commaundeth ? But great Felicia , that his might withstandeth , That fill'd our harts with sadnes , Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes . Your fields with their distilling fauours cumber ( Bridegroome and happy Bride ) each heauenly power Your flocks , with double Lambs encreas'd in number , May neuer tast vnsauorie grasse and sower . The Winters frost and shower Your Kids ( your pretie pleasure ) May neuer hurt , and blest with so much treasure , To driue away all sadnes : Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes . Of that sweete ioy delight you with such measure , Betweene you both faire issue to engender : Longer then Nestor may you liue in pleasure , The Gods to you such sweete content surrender , That may make mild and tender , The beasts in euery mountaine , And glad the fields , and vvoods , and euery Fountaine , Abiuring former sadnes , Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes . Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you , Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing : Let fields and Forrests with their good requite you , And Flora decke the ground where you are going . Roses and Violets strowing , The Iasmine and the Gilliflower , With many more , and neuer in your bower , To tast of houshold sadnes : Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes . Concord and peace hold you for aye contented , And in your ioyfull state liue you so quiet : That with the plague of iealousie tormented You may not be , nor fed with Fortunes diet . And that your names may flie yet , To hills vnknowne with glorie . But now because my breast so hoarce , and sorrie It faints , may rest from singing : End Nimphs your Songs , that in the clouds are ringing . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Philistus farewell to false Clorinda . CLorinda false adiew , thy loue torments me : Let Thirsis haue thy hart , since he contents thee . Oh greefe and bitter anguish , For thee I languish , Faine I ( alas ) would hide it , Oh , but who can abide it ? I can , I cannot I abide it . Adiew , adiew then , Farewell , Leaue my death now desiring : For thou hast thy requiring . Thus spake Philistus , on his hooke relying : And sweetly ●ell a dying . Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalls . FINIS . ¶ Rosalindes Madrigall . LOue in my bosome like a Bee , dooth suck his sweete : Now with his wings he playes with me , now with his feete . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender brest , My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest . Ah wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe , then pierceth he , with prettie slight : And makes his pillow of my knee , the liue-long night . Strike I my Lute , he tunes the string , He musique playes if I but sing , He lends me euery louely thing , Yet cruell he my hart dooth sting . Whist wanton , still ye . Else I with Roses euery day will whip ye hence : And binde ye when ye long to play , for your offence . I le shut mine eyes to keepe ye in , I le make you fast it for your sinne , I le count your power not woorth a pin . Alas , what heereby shall I winne If he gaine-say me ? What if I beate the wanton boy with many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , because a God. Then sit thou safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosome be : Lurke in mine eyes , I like of thee . O Cupid , so thou pitty me , Spare not , but play thee . Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ A Dialogue Song betweene Syluanus and Arsilius . Syl. SHeepheard , why doo'st thou hold thy peace ? Sing , and thy ioy to vs report : Arsil. My ioy good Sheepheard ) should be lesse , If it were told in any sort . Syl. Though such great fauours thou doo'st winne , Yet daigne thereof to tell some part : Arsil. The hardest thing is to begin , In enterprizes of such Art. Syl. Come make an end , no cause omit , Of all the ioyes that thou art in : Arsil. How should I make an end of it , That am not able to begin ? Syl. It is not iust , we should consent , That thou should'st not thy ioyes recite : Arsil. The soule that felt the punishment , Dooth onely feele this great delight . Syl. That ioy is small , and nothing fine , That is not told abroade to manie : Arsil. If it be such a ioy as mine , It neuer can neuer be told to anie . Syl. How can this hart of thine containe A ioy , that is of such great force ? Arsil. I haue it , where I did retaine My passions of so great remorce . Syl. So great and rare a ioy is this , No man is able to with-hold : Arsil. But greater that a pleasure is , The lesse it may with words be told . Syl. Yet haue I heard thee heeretofore , Thy ioyes in open Songs report : Arsil. I said , I had of ioy some store , But not how much , nor in what sort . Syl. Yet when a ioy is in excesse , It selfe it will oft-times vnfold : Arsil. Nay , such a ioy would be the lesse , If but a word thereof were told . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Montanus Sonnet . WHen the dogge Full of rage With his irefull eyes Frownes amidst the skies : The Sheepheard to asswage The furie of the heate , Him selfe dooth safely seate By a Fount Full of faire , Where a gentle breath Mounting from beneath , tempereth the ayre . There his flocks Drinke their fill , And with ease repose , While sweet sleepe doth close Eyes from toyling ill , But I burne , Without rest , No defensiue power Shields from Phoebus lower , sorrow is my best . Gentle Loue Lower no more , If thou wilt inuade In the secret shade , Labour not so sore I my selfe And my flocks , They their Loue to please , I my selfe to ease , Both leaue the shadie Oakes , Content to burne in fire , Sith Loue dooth so desire . S. E. D. FINIS . ¶ The Nimph Seluagia her Song . SHeepheard , who can passe such wrong , And a life in woes so deepe ? Which to liue is to too long , As it is too short to weepe . Greeuous sighs in vaine I wast , Leesing my affiance , and I perceaue my hope at last with a candle in the hand . What time then to hope among bitter hopes , that neuer sleepe ? When this life is to too long , as it is too short to weepe . This greefe which I feele so rife , ( wretch ) I doo deserue as hire : Since I came to put my life in the hands of my desire . Then cease not my complaints so strong , for ( though life her course dooth keepe : ) It is not to liue so long , as it is too short to weepe . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ The Heard-mans happie life . WHat pleasure haue great Princes , more daintie to their choice , Then Heardmen wilde , who carelesse , in quiet life reioyce ? And Fortunes Fate not fearing , Sing sweet in Sommer morning . Their dealings plaine and rightfull are voide of all deceite : They neuer know how spightfull , it is to kneele and waite ; On fauourite presumptuous , Whose pride is vaine and sumptuous . All day theyr flocks each tendeth , at night they take their rest : More quiet then who sendeth his ship into the East ; Where gold and pearle are plentie , But getting very daintie . For Lawyers and their pleading , they'steeme it not a straw : They thinke that honest meaning , is of it selfe a law ; Where conscience iudgeth plainely , They spend no money vainely . Oh happy who thus liueth , not caring much for gold : With cloathing which suffiseth , to keepe him from the cold . Though poore and plaine his diet : Yet merrie it is and quiet . Out of M. Birds set Songs . FINIS . ¶ Cinthia the Nimph , her Song to faire Polydora . NEere to the Riuer banks , with greene And pleasant trees on euery side , Where freest minds would most haue beene , That neuer felt braue Cupids pride , To passe the day and tedious howers : Amongst those painted meades and flowers . A certaine Sheepheard full of woe , Syrenus call'd , his flocks did feede : Not sorrowfull in outward show , But troubled with such greefe indeede , As cruell Loue is wont t' impart Vnto a painefull louing hart . This Sheepheard euery day did die , For loue he to Diana bare : A Sheepheardesse so fine perdie , So liuely , young , and passing faire , Excelling more in beauties feature : Then any other humane creature . VVho had not any thing , of all She had , but was extreame in her , For meanely wise none might her call , Nor meanely faire , for he did erre If so he did : but should deuise Her name of passing faire and wise . Fauours on him she did bestow , Which if she had not , then be sure He might haue suffered all that woe Which afterward he did endure When he was gone , with lesser paine : And at his comming home againe . For when indeede the hart is free From suffering paine or torments smart : If wisedome dooth not ouer-see And beareth not the greatest part ; The smallest greefe and care of minde : Dooth make it captiue to their kinde . Neere to a Riuer swift and great , That famous Ezla had to name : The carefull Sheepheard did repeate The ●eares he had by absence blame , Which he suspect where he did keepe : And feede his gentle Lambs and Sheepe . And now sometimes he did behold His Sheepheardesse , that there about Was on the mountaines of that old And auncient Leon , seeking out From place to place the pastures best : Her Lambs to feede , her selfe to rest . And sometime musing , as he lay , When on those hills she was not seene : Was thinking of that happie day , When Cupid gaue him such a Queene Of beautie , and such cause of ioy : Wherein his minde he did imploy . Yet sayd ( poore man ) when he did see Him selfe so sunke in sorrowes pit : The good that Loue hath giuen me , I onely doo imagine it , Because this neerest harme and trouble : Heereafter I should suffer double . The Sunne for that it did decline , The carelesse man did not offend With fierie beames , which scarce did shine , But that which did of loue depend , And in his hart did kindle fire : Of greater flames and hote desire . Him did his passions all inuite , The greene leaues blowne with gentle winde : Christaline streames with their delight , And Nightingales were not behinde , To helpe him in his louing verse : Which to himselfe he did rehearse . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard to the flowers . SWeete Violets ( Loues Paradise ) that spread Your gracious odours , which you couched beare Within your palie faces : Vpon the gentle wing of some calme-breathing-winde That playes amidst the Plaine , If by the fauour of propitious starres you gaine Such grace as in my Ladies bosome place to finde : Be proude to touch those places . And when her warmth your moysture foorth dooth weare , Whereby her daintie parts are sweetly fed : Your honours of the flowrie Meades I pray , You prettie daughters of the earth and Sunne : With mild and seemely breathing straite display My bitter sighs , that haue my hart vndone . Vermillion Roses , that with new dayes rise Display your crimson folds fresh looking faire , Whose radiant bright , disgraces The rich adorned rayes of roseate rising morne , Ah if h●● Virgins hand . Doo pluc●●●r pure , ere Phoebus view the land , And vaile your gracious pompe in louely Natures scorne . If chaunce my Mistres traces Fast by your flowers to take the Sommers ayre : Then wofull blushing tempt her glorious eyes , To spread their teares , Adonis death reporting , And tell Loues torments , sorrowing for her friend : Whose drops of blood within your leaues consorting , Report faire Venus moanes to haue no end . Then may remorce , in pittying of my smart : Drie vp my teares , and dwell within her hart . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheard Arsilius , his Song to his Rebeck . NOw Loue and Fortune turne to me againe , And now each one enforceth and assures A hope , that was dismayed , dead , and vaine : And from the harbour of mishaps assures A hart that is consum'd in burning fire , With vnexpected gladnes , that admires My soule to lay a-side her mourning tire , And sences to prepare a place for ioy , Care in obliuion endlesse shall expire . For euery greefe of that extreame annoy , Which when my torment raign'd , my soule ( alas ) Did feele , the which long absence did destroy , Fortune so well appayes , that neuer was So great the torment of my passed ill : As is the ioy of this same good I passe . Returne my hart , sursaulted with the fill Of thousand great vnrests , and thousand feares : Enioy thy good estate , if that thou will , And wearied eyes , leaue off your burning teares , For soone you shall behold her with delight , For whom my spoiles with glorie Cupid beares . Sences which seeke my starre so cleare and bright , By making heere and there your thoughts estray : Tell me , what will you feele before her sight ? Hence solitarinesse , torments away , Felt for her sake , and wearied members cast Of all your paine , redeem'd this happie day . O stay not time , but passe with speedie hast , And Fortune hinder not her comming now , O God , betides me yet this greefe at last ? Come my sweete Sheepheardesse , the life which thou ( Perhaps ) didst thinke was ended long agoe , At thy commaund is readie still to bow . Comes not my Sheepheardesse desired so ? O God , what if she 's lost , or if she stray Within this vvood , where trees so thick doo grow ? Or if this Nimph that lately went away , Perhaps forgot to goe and seeke her out : No , no , in ( her ) obliuion neuer lay . Thou onely art my Sheepheardesse , about Whose thoughts my soule shall finde her ioy and rest ▪ Why comm'st not then to assure it from doubt ? O seest thou not the Sunne passe to the West ? And if it passe , and I behold thee not : Then I my wonted torments will request And thou shalt waile my hard and heauie lot . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Another of Astrophell to his Stella . IN a Groaue most rich of shade , Where birds wanton musique made ; May , then young , his pyed weedes showing , New perfum'd , with flowers fresh growing . Astrophell with Stella sweete , Did for mutuall comfort meete Both within them-selues oppressed , But each in the other blessed . Him great harmes had taught much care , Her faire necke a foule yoake bare : But her sight his cares did banish , In his sight her yoake did vanish . Wept they had , alas the while . But now teares them-selues did smile . While their eyes by Loue directed , Enter changeably reflected . Sigh they did , but now betwixt , Sighs of woes , were glad sighs mixt , With armes crost , yet testifying Restlesse rest , and liuing dying . Their eares hungry of each vvord , Which the deare tongue would afford , But their tongues restrain'd from walking , Till their harts had ended talking . But when their tongues could not speake , Loue it selfe did silence breake , Loue did set his lips a-sunder , Thus to speake in loue and wonder . Stella , Soueraigne of my ioy , Faire triumpher of annoy , Stella , starre of heauenly fire , Stella , Loadstarre of desire . Stella , in whose shining eyes , Are the lights of Cupids skies , Whose beames where they once are darted , Loue there-with is straite imparted . Stella , whose voyce when it speakes , Sences all a-sunder breakes . Stella , whose voyce when it singeth . Angels to acquaintance bringeth . Stella , in whose body is Writ each Character of blisse , Whose face all , all beauty passeth , Saue thy minde , which it surpasseth . Graunt , ô graunt : but speech alas Failes me , fearing on to passe . Graunt , ô me , what am I saying ? But no fault there is in praying . Graunt ( ô deere ) on knees I pray , ( Knees on ground he then did stay ) That not I , but since I loue you , Time and place for me may mooue you . Neuer season was more fit , Neuer roome more apt for it . Smiling ayre alowes my reason , The birds sing , now vse the season . This small winde , which so sweete is , See how it the leaues dooth kisse , Each tree in his best attyring Sence of loue to loue inspiring . Loue makes earth the water drinke , Loue to earth makes water sinke : And if dumbe things be so wittie , Shall a heauenly grace want pittie ? There his hands in their speech , faine Would haue made tongues language plaine . But her hands , his hands repelling : Gaue repulse , all grace excelling . Then she spake ; her speech was such , As not eares , but hart did touch : While such wise she loue denied , As yet loue she signified . Astrophell , said she , my Loue , Cease in these effects to proue . Now be still , yet still beleeue me , Thy greefe more then death dooth greeue me . If that any thought in me , Can tast comfort but of thee , Let me feede with hellish anguish , Ioylesse , helplesse , endlesse languish . If those eyes you praised , be Halfe so deere as you to me : Let me home returne starke blinded Of those eyes , and blinder minded . If to secret of my hart I doo any wish impart : Where thou art not formost placed ; Be both wish and I defaced . If more may be said , I say All my blisse on thee I lay . If thou loue , my loue content thee , For all loue , all faith is meant thee . Trust me , while I thee denie , In my selfe the smart I trie . Tirant , honour dooth thus vse thee , Stellaes selfe might not refuse thee . Therefore ( deere ) this no more moue , Least , though I leaue not thy loue , Which too deepe in me is framed : I should blush when thou art named . There-with-all , away she went , Leauing him to passion rent : With what she had done and spoken , That there-with my Song is broken . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ Syrenus his Song to Dianaes Flocks . PAssed contents , Oh what meane ye ? Forsake me now , and doo not wearie me . VVilt thou heare me ô memorie , My pleasant dayes , and nights againe , I haue appai'd with seauen-fold paine . Thou hast no more to aske me why , For when I went , they all did die As thou doo'st see : O leaue me then , and doo not wearie me . Greene field , and shadowed valley , where Sometime my chiefest pleasure was , Behold what I did after passe . Then let me rest , and if I beare Not with good cause continuall feare : Now doo you see , O leaue me then , and doo not trouble me . I saw a hart changed of late , And wearied to assure mine : Then I was forced to recure mine By good occasion , time , and fate . My thoughts that now such passions hate O what meane ye ? Forsake me now , and doo not wearie me . You Lambs and Sheepe that in these Layes , Did sometime follow me so glad : The merrie houres , and the sad Are passed now , with all those dayes . Make not such mirth and wunted playes As once did ye . For now no more , you haue deceaued me . If that to trouble me you come , Or come to comfort me in deede : I haue no ill for comforts neede . But if to kill me : Then ( in some ) Now my ioyes are dead and dombe , Full well may ye Kill me , and you shall make an end of me . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ To Amarillis . THough Amarillis daunce in greene , Like Faierie Queene , And sing full cleere , With smiling cheere . Yet since her eyes make hart so sore , hey hoe , I hill loue no more . My Sheepe are lost for want of foode And I so wood That all the day : I sit and watch a Heard-mayde gay , Who laughs to see me sigh so sore : hey hoe , I hill loue no more . Her louing lookes , her beautie bright , Is such delight , That all in vaine : I loue to like , and loose my gaine , For her that thanks me not therefore , hey hoe , I hill loue no more . Ah wanton eyes , my friendly foes , And cause of woes , Your sweet desire Breedes flames of yce , and freeze in fire . You scorne to see me weepe so sore : hey hoe , I hill loue no more . Loue ye who list , I force him not , Sith God it wot The more I waile : The lesse my sighs and teares preuaile . What shall I doo , but say therefore , hey hoe , I hill loue no more ? Out of M. Birds set Songs . FINIS . ¶ Cardenia the Nimph , to her false Sheepheard Faustus . FAustus , if thou wilt reade from me These fewe and simple lines , By them most clearely thou shalt fee , How little should accounted be Thy faigned words and signes . For noting well thy deedes vnkinde , Sheepheard , thou must not scan : That euer it came to my minde , To praise thy faith like to the winde , Or for a constant man. For this in thee shall so be found , As smoake blowne in the aire : Or like Quick-siluer turning round , Or as a house built on the ground Of sands that doo impaire . To firmenesse thou art contrarie , More slipp'rie then the Ecle : Changing as Weather-cocke on hie , Or the Camelion on the die , Or Fortunes turning wheele . VVho would beleeue thou wert so free , To blaze me thus each houre ? My Sheepheardesse , thou liu'st in me , My soule dooth onely dwell in thee , And euery vitall power . Pale Atropos my vitall string Shall cut , and life offend : The streames shall first turne to their spring . The world shall end , and euery thing , Before my loue shall end . This loue that thou didst promise me , Sheepheard , where is it found ? The word and faith I had of thee , O tell me now , where may they be , Or where may they resound ? Too soone thou did'st the tytle gaine Of giuer of vaine words : Too soone my loue thou did'st obtaine , Too soone thou lou'dst Diana in vaine , That nought but scornes affords . But one thing now I will thee tell , That much thy pacience mooues : That though Diana dooth excell In beautie , yet she keepes not well Her faith , nor loyall prooues . Thou then hast chosen , each one saith , Thine equall , and a shrow : For if thou hast vndone thy faith , Her Loue and Louer she betrayeth , So like to like may goe . If now this Sonnet which I send Will anger thee : Before Remember Faustus ( yet my friend , ) That if these speeches doo offend , Thy deedes doo hurt me more . Thus let each one of vs amend , Thou deedes , I words so spent : For I confesse I blame my pen , Doo thou as much , so in the end , They deedes thou doo repent . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Of Phillida . AS I beheld , I saw a Heardman wilde , with his sheepe-hooke a picture fine deface : Which he sometime his fancie to beguile , had caru'd on bark of Beech in secret place . And with despight of most afflicted minde , through deepe dispaire of hart , for loue dismaid : He pull'd euen from the tree the carued rinde , and weeping sore , these wofull words he said . Ah Phillida , would God thy picture faire , I could as lightly blot out of my brest : Then should I not thus rage in deepe dispaire , and teare the thing sometime I liked best . But all in vaine , it booteth not God wot : What printed is in hart , on tree to blot . Out of M. Birds set Songs . FINIS . ¶ Melisea her Song , in scorne of her Sheepheard Narcissus . YOung Sheepheard turne a-side , and moue Me not to follow thee : For I will neither kill with loue , Nor loue shall not kill me . Since I will liue , and neuer show , Then die not , for my loue I will not giue For I will neuer haue thee loue me so , As I doo meane to hate thee while I liue . That since the louer so dooth proue , His death , as thou doo'st see : Be bold I will not kill with loue , Nor loue shall not kill me . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ His aunswere to the Nimphs Song . IF to be lou'd it thee offend , I cannot choose but loue thee still : And so thy greefe shall haue no end , Whiles that my life maintaines my will. O let me yet with greefe complaine , since such a torment I endure : Or else fulfill thy great disdaine , to end my life with death most sure . For as no credite thou wilt lend , and as my loue offends thee still : So shall thy sorrowes haue no end , whiles that my life maintaines my will. If that by knowing thee , I could leaue off to loue thee as I doo : Not to offend thee , then I would leaue off to like and loue thee too . But since all loue to thee dooth tend , and I of force must loue thee still : Thy greefe shall neuer haue an end , whiles that my life maintaines my will. Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Her present aunswere againe to him . ME thinks thou tak'st the worser way , ( Enamoured Sheepheard ) and in vaine That thou wilt seeke thine owne decay , To loue her , that dooth thee disdaine . For thine owne selfe , thy wofull hart Keepe still , else art thou much to blame : For she to whom thou gau'st each part Of it , disdaines to take the same . Follow not her that makes a play , And iest of all the greefe and paines : And seeke not ( Sheepheard ) thy decay . To loue her that thy loue disdaines . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ His last replie . SInce thou to me wert so vnkinde , My selfe I neuer loued , for I could not loue him in my minde , Whom thou ( faire Mistresse ) doo'st abhorre . If viewing thee , I sawe thee not , And seeing thee , I could not loue thee : Dying , I should not liue ( God wot ) Nor liuing , should to anger mooue thee . But it is well that I doo finde My life so full of torments , for All kinde of ills doo fit his minde Whom thou ( faire Mistresse ) doo'st abhorre . In thy obliuion buried now My death I haue before mine eyes : And heere to hate my selfe I vow , As ( cruell ) thou doo'st me despise . Contented euer thou didst finde Me with thy scornes , though neuer ( for To say the trueth ) I ioyed in minde , After thou didst my loue abhorre . Bar. Yong. FINIS . ¶ Philon the Sheepheard , his Song . WHile that the Sunne with his beames hot , Scorched the fruites in vale and mountaine : Philon the Sheepheard late forgot , Sitting besides a Christall Fountaine : In shaddow of a greene Oake tree , Vpon his Pipe this Song plaid he . Adiew Loue , adiew Loue , vntrue Loue , Vntrue Loue , vntrue Loue , adiew Loue : Your minde is light , soone lost for new loue . So long as I was in young sight , I was as your hart , your soule , and treasure : And euermore you sob'd and sigh'd , Burning in flames beyond all measure . Three dayes endured your loue to me : And it was lost in other three . Adiew Loue , adiew Loue , vntrue Loue. &c. Another Sheepheard you did see , To whom your hart was soone enchained : Full soone your loue was leapt from me , Full soone my place he had obtained . Soone came a third , your loue to win : And we were out , and he was in . Adiew Loue. &c. Sure you haue made me passing glad , That you your minde so soone remoued : Before that I the leysure had , To choose you for my best beloued . For all my loue was past and done : Two dayes before it was begun . Adiew Loue. &c. Out of M. Birds set Songs . FINIS . ¶ Lycoris the Nimph , her sad Song . IN dewe of Roses , steeping her louely cheekes , Lycoris thus sate weeping . Ah Dorus false , that hast my hart bereft me , And now vnkinde hast left me . Heare alas , oh heare me , Aye me , aye me , Cannot my beautie mooue thee ? Pitty , yet pitty me , Because I loue thee . Aye me , thou scorn'st the more I pray thee : And this thou doo'st , and all to slay me . Why doo then , Kill me , and vaunt thee : Yet my Ghoast Still shall haunt thee . Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalls . FINIS . ¶ To his Flocks . BVrst foorth my teares , assist my forward greefe , And shew what paine imperious loue prouokes Kinde tender Lambs , lament Loues scant releefe , And pine , since pensiue care my freedom yoakes , Oh pine , to see me pine , my tender Flocks . Sad pyning care , that neuer may haue peace , At Beauties gate , in hope of pittie knocks : But mercie sleepes , while deepe disdaines encrease , And Beautie hope in her faire bosome yoakes : Oh greeue to heare my greefe , my tender Flocks . Like to the windes my sighs haue winged beene , Yet are my sighs and sutes repaide with mocks : I pleade , yet she repineth at my teene , O ruthlesse rigour , harder then the Rocks , That both the Sheepheard kills , and his poore Flocks . FINIS . ¶ To his Loue. COme away , come sweet Loue , The golden morning breakes : All the earth , all the ayre , Of loue and pleasure speakes . Teach thine armes then to embrace , And sweet Rosie lips to kisse : And mixe our soules in mutuall blisse . Eyes were made for beauties grace , Viewing , ruing Loues long paine : Procur'd by beauties rude disdaine . Come away , come sweet Loue , The golden morning wasts : While the Sunne from his Sphere His fierie arrowes casts , Making all the shadowes flie , Playing , staying in the Groaue : To entertaine the stealth of loue . Thither sweet Loue let vs hie Flying , dying in desire : Wing'd with sweet hopes and heauenly fire . Come away , come sweet Loue , Doo not in vaine adiorne Beauties grace that should rise Like to the naked morne . Lillies on the Riuers side , And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne , Desire no beauties but their owne . Ornament is Nurse of pride , Pleasure , measure , Loues delight : Hast then sweet Loue our wished flight . FINIS . ¶ Another of his Cinthia . AWay with these selfe-louing-Lads , Whom Cupids arrowe neuer glads . Away poore soules that sigh and weepe , In loue of them that lie and sleepe , For Cupid is a Meadow God : And forceth none to kisse the rod. God Cupids shaft like destenie , Dooth eyther good or ill decree . Desert is borne out of his bowe , Reward vpon his feete doth goe . What fooles are they that haue not knowne , That Loue likes no lawes but his owne ? My songs they be of Cinthias prayse , I weare her Rings on Holly-dayes , On euery Tree I write her name , And euery day I reade the same . Where Honor , Cupids riuall is : There miracles are seene of his . If Cinthia craue her ring of mee , I blot her name out of the tree . If doubt doe darken things held deere : Then welfare nothing once a yeere . For many run , but one must win : Fooles onely hedge the Cuckoe in . The worth that worthines should moue , Is loue , which is the due of loue . And loue as well the Sheepheard can , As can the mightie Noble man. Sweet Nimph t is true , you worthy be , Yet without loue , nought worth to me . FINIS . ¶ Another to his Cinthia . MY thoughts are wingde with hopes , my hopes with loue , Mount loue vnto the Moone in cleerest night : And say , as shee doth in the heauens moue , On earth so waines and wexeth my delight . And whisper this but softly in her eares : Hope oft doth hang the head , and trust shed teares . And you my thoughts that some mistrust doe carry , If for mistrust my Mistrisse doe you blame : Say , though you alter , yet you doe not varie , As shee doth change , and yet remaine the same . Distrust doth enter harts , but not infect , And loue is sweetest , seasoned with suspect . If shee for this , with clowdes doe maske her eyes , And make the heauens darke with her disdaine : With windie sighes disperse them in the skyes , Or with thy teares dissolue them into rayne . Thoughts , hopes , and loue , returne to me no more , Till Cinthia shine , is shee hath done before . ¶ These three ditties were taken out of Maister Iohn Dowlands booke of tableture for the Lute , the Authours names not there set downe , & therefore left to their owners . FINIS . Montanus Sonnet in the woods . ALas , how wander I amidst these woods , Whereas no day bright shine doth finde accesse ? But where the melancholy fleeting floods , ( Darke as the night ) my night of woes expresse , Disarmde of reason , spoyld of Natures goods , Without redresse to salue my heauinesse I walke , whilst thought ( too cruell to my harmes , ) With endlesse greefe my heedlesse iudgement charmes . My silent tongue assailde by secrete feare , My trayterous eyes imprisond in theyr ioy : My fatall peace deuour'd in fained cheere , My hart enforc'd to harbour in annoy . My reason rob'd of power by yeelding care , My fond opinions , slaue to euery ioy . Oh Loue , thou guide in my vncertaine way : Woe to thy bowe , thy fire , the cause of my decay . S. E. D. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards sorrow , being disdained in loue . MVses helpe me , sorrow swarmeth , Eyes are fraught with Seas of languish : Haplesse hope my solace harmeth , Mindes repast is bitter anguish . Eye of day regarded neuer , Certaine trust in vvorld vntrustie : Flattering hope beguileth euer , Wearie old , and wanton lustie . Dawne of day beholds enthroned , Fortunes darling proud and dreadlesse : Darksome night dooth heare him moaned , Who before was rich and needelesse . Rob the Spheare of lines vnited , Make a suddaine voide in nature : Force the day to be benighted , Reaue the cause of time and creature . Ere the world will cease to varie , This I weepe for , this I sorrow : Muses , if you please to tarie , Further helpe I meane to borrow . Courted once by Fortunes fauour , Compast now with Enuies curses : All my thoughts of sorrowes sauour , Hopes runne fleeting like the Sourses . Aye me , wanton scorne hath maimed All the ioyes my hart enioyed : Thoughts their thinking haue disclaimed , Hate my hopes haue quite annoyed . Scant regard my vveale hath scanted , Looking coy , hath forc'd my lowring : Nothing lik'd ▪ where nothing wanted , Weds mine eyes to ceaselesse showring . Former loue was once admired , Present fauour is estraunged : Loath'd the pleasure long desired , Thus both men and thoughts are chaunged . Louely Swaine with luckie speeding , Once , but now no more so friended : You my Flocks haue had in feeding , From the morne , till day was ended . Drink and fodder , foode and folding , Had my Lambs and Ewes together : I with them was still beholding , Both in warmth and Winter weather . Now they languish , since refused , Ewes and Lambs are pain'd with pining : I with Ewes and Lambs confused , All vnto our deaths declining . Silence , leaue thy Caue obscured , Daigne a dolefull Swaine to tender : Though disdaines I haue endured . Yet I am no deepe offender . Phillips Sonne can with his finger Hide his scarre , it is so little : Little sinne a day to linger , Wise men wander in a tittle . Trifles yet my Swaine haue turned , Though my Sunne he neuer showeth : Though I weepe , I am not mourned , Though I want , no pittie groweth . Yet for pittie , loue my Muses , Gentle silence be their couer : They must leaue their wonted vses , Since I leaue to be a Louer . They shall liue with thee enclosed , I will loath my pen and paper : Art shall neuer be supposed , Sloth shall quench the watching Taper . Kisse them silence , kisse them kindly , Though I leaue them , yet I loue them : Though my wit haue led them blindly , Yet a Swaine did once approue them . I will trauaile soiles remoued , Night and morning neuer merrie : Thou shalt harbour that I loued , I will loue that makes me wearie . If perchaunce the Sheepheard strayeth , In thy walks and shades vnhaunted : Tell the teene my hart betrayeth , How neglect my ioyes haue daunted . Thom. Lodge . FINIS . ¶ A Pastorall Song betweene Phillis and Amarillis , two Nimphes , each aunswering other line for line . FIe on the sleights that men deuise , heigh hoe sillie sleights : When simple Maydes they would entice , Maides are yong mens chiefe delights . Nay , women they witch with their eyes , eyes like beames of burning Sunne : And men once caught , they soone despise , so are Sheepheards oft vndone . If any young man win a maide , happy man is he : By trusting him she is betraide , fie vpon such treacherie . If Maides win young men with their guiles , heigh hoe guilefull greefe : They deale like weeping Crocodiles , that murther men without releefe . I know a simple Country Hinde , heigh hoe sillie Swaine : To whom faire Daphne prooued kinde , was he not kinde to her againe ? He vowed by Pan with many an oath , heigh hoe Sheepheards God is he : Yet since hath chang'd , and broke his troath , troth-plight broke , will plagued be . She had deceaued many a Swaine , fie on false deceite : And plighted troath to them in vaine , there can be no greefe more great . Her measure was with measure paide , heigh hoe , heigh hoe equall meede : She was beguil'd that had betraide , so shall all deceauers speede . If euery Maide were like to me , heigh hoe hard of hart : Both loue and louers scorn'd should be , scorners shall be sure of smart . If euery Maide were of my minde , heigh hoe , heigh hoe louely sweete : They to their Louers should prooue kinde , kindnes is for Maydens meete . Me thinks loue is an idle toy , heigh hoe busie paine : Both wit and sence it dooth annoy , both sence & wit thereby we gaine . Tush Phillis cease , be not so coy , heigh hoe , heigh hoe coy disdaine : I know you loue a Sheepheards boy , fie that Maydens so should faine . Well Amarillis , now I yeeld , Sheepheards pipe aloude : Loue conquers both in towne and field , like a Tirant , fierce and proude . The euening starre is vp ye see , Vesper shines , we must away : Would euery Louer might agree , so we end our Roundelay . H. C. FINIS . The Sheepheards Antheme . NEere to a bancke with Roses set about , Where prettie Turtles ioyning bill to bill : And gentle springs steale softly murmuring out , Washing the foote of pleasures sacred hill . There little Loue sore wounded lyes , his bow and arrowes broken : Bedewde with teares from Venus eyes , Oh that it should be spoken . Beare him my hart , slaine with her scornfull eye , Where sticks the arrow that poore hart did kill : With whose sharpe pyle , yet will him ere he die , About my hart to write his latest will. And bid him send it backe to mee , at instant of his dying : That cruell , cruell shee may see , my fayth and her denying . His Hearse shall be a mournfull Cypres shade , And for a Chauntrie , Philomels sweet lay : Where prayer shall continually be made , By Pilgrime louers , passing by that way . With Nimphs and Sheepheards yeerely mone , his timelesse death beweeping : And telling that my hart alone , hath his last will in keeping . Mich. Drayton . FINIS . The Countesse of Pembrookes Pastorall . A Sheepheard and a Sheepheardesse , sate keeping sheepe vpon the downes : His lookes did gentle blood expresse , her beauty was no foode for clownes . Sweet louely twaine , what might you be ? Two fronting hills bedect with flowers , they chose to be each others seate : And there they stole theyr amorous houres , with sighes and teares , poore louers meate , Fond Loue that feed'st thy seruants so . Faire freend , quoth he , when shall I liue , That am halfe dead , yet cannot die ? Can beautie such sharpe guerdon giue , to him whose life hangs in your eye ? Beautie is milde , and will not kill . Sweet Swaine , quoth shee , accuse not mee , that long haue been thy humble thrall : But blame the angry destinie , whose kinde consent might finish all , Vngentle Fate , to crosse true loue . Quoth hee , let not our Parents hate , disioyne what heauen hath linckt in one : They may repent , and all too late if chyldlesse they be left alone . Father nor freend , should wrong true loue . The Parents frowne , said shee , is death , to children that are held in awe : From them we drew our vitall breath , they challenge dutie then by law , Such dutie as kills not true loue . They haue , quoth hee , a kinde of sway , on these our earthly bodies heere : But with our soules deale not they may , the God of loue doth hold them deere . Hee is most meet to rule true loue . I know , said shee , t is worse then hell , when Parents choyse must please our eyes : Great hurt comes thereby , I can tell , forc'd loue in desperate danger dies . Fayre mayde , then fancie thy true loue . If wee , quoth hee , might see the houre , of that sweet state which neuer ends , Our heauenly gree might haue the power , to make our Parents as deere freends . All rancour yeelds to soueraine loue . Then God of loue , sayd shee , consent , and shew some wonder of thy power : Our Parents , and our owne content , may be confirmde by such an houre , Graunt greatest God to further loue . The Fathers , who did alwayes tend , when thus they got theyr priuate walke , As happy fortune chaunc'd to send , vnknowne to each , heard all this talke . Poore soules to be so crost in loue . Behind the hills whereon they sate , they lay this while and listned all : And were so mooued both thereat , that hate in each began to fall . Such is the power of sacred loue . They shewed themselues in open sight , poore Louers , Lord how they were mazde ? And hand in hand the Fathers plight , whereat ( poore harts ) they gladly gazde . Hope now begins to further loue . And to confirme a mutuall band , of loue , that at no time should ceasse : They likewise ioyned hand in hand , the Sheepheard and the Sheepheardesse . Like fortune still befall true loue . Shep. Tome . FINIS . Another of Astrophell . THe Nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth Vnto her rested sence a perfect waking : While late bare earth , proude of newe clothing springeth , Sings out her woes , a thorne her Song-booke making . And mournfully bewayling Her throate in tunes expresseth , What greefe her brest oppresseth , For Tereus force , on her chast will preuailing . Oh Philamela faire , oh take some gladnes , That heere is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes . Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth : Thy thorne without , my thorne my hart inuadeth . Alas , shee hath no other cause of languish But Tereus loue , on her by strong hand wroken : Wherein she suffering all her spirits languish , Full woman-like complaines , her will was broken . But I , who daily crauing , Cannot haue to content mee : Haue more cause to lament mee , Sith wanting is more woe , then too much hauing . Oh Philamela faire , oh take some gladnes , That heere is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes , Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth : Thy thorne without , my thorne my hart inuadeth . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ Faire Phillis and her Sheepheard . SHeepheard , saw you not my faire louely Phillis , Walking on this mountaine , or on yonder plaine ? She is gone this way to Dianaes Fountaine , and hath left me wounded , with her high disdaine . Aye me , she is faire , And without compare , Sorrow come and sit with me : Loue is full of feares , Loue is full of teares , Loue without these cannot be . Thus my passions paine me , For my loue hath slaine me , Gentle Sheepheard beare a part : Pray to Cupids mother , For I know no other that can helpe to ease my smart . Sheepheard , I haue seene thy faire louely Phillis Where her flocks are feeding , by the Riuers side : Oh , I must admire she so farre exceeding In surpassing beautie , should surpasse in pride . But alas I finde , They are all vnkinde Beauty knowes her power too well : When they list , they loue , When they please , they moue , thus they turne our heauen to hell . For their faire eyes glauncing , Like to Cupids dauncing , roule about still to deceaue vs : With vaine hopes deluding , Still dispraise concluding , Now they loue , and now they leaue vs. Thus I doo despaire , haue her I shall neuer , If she be so coy , lost is all my loue : But she is so faire I must loue her euer , All my paine is ioy , which for her I proue . If I should her trie , And she should denie heauie hart with woe will breake : Though against my will , Tongue thou must be still , for she will not heare thee speake . Then with sighs goe prooue her , Let them shew I loue her , gracious Venus be my guide : But though I complaine me , She will still disdaine me , beauty is so full of pride . What though she be faire ? speake , and feare not speeding , Be she nere so coy , yet she may be wunne : Vnto her repaire , where her Flocks are feeding , Sit and tick and toy till set be the Sunne . Sunne then being set , Feare not Vulcanes net , though that Mars therein was caught : If she doo denie Thus to her replie Venus lawes she must be taught . Then with kisses mooue her , That 's the way to prooue her , thus thy Phillis must be wone : She will not forsake thee , But her Loue will make thee , When Loues duty once is done . Happie shall I be , If she graunt me fauour , Else for loue I die Phillis is so faire : Boldly then goe see , thou maist quickly haue her , Though she should denie , yet doo not despaire . She is full of pride , Venus be my guide , helpe a sillie Sheepheards speede : Vse no such delay , Sheepheard , goe thy way , venture man and doo the deede . I will sore complaine me , Say that loue hath slaine thee , if her fauours doo not feede : But take no deniall , Stand vpon thy triall , spare to speake , and want of speede . I. G. FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards Song of Venus and Adonis . VEnus faire did ride , siluer Doues they drew her , By the pleasant lawnds ere the Sunne did rise : Vestaes beautie rich opend wide to view her , Philomel records pleasing Harmonies . Euery bird of spring cheerefully did sing , Paphos Goddesse they salute : Now Loues Queene so faire , had of mirth no care , for her Sonne had made her mute . In her breast so tender He a shaft did enter , when her eyes beheld a boy : Adonis was he named , By his Mother shamed , yet he now is Venus ioy . Him alone she met , ready bound for hunting , Him she kindly greetes , and his iourney stayes : Him she seekes to kisse no deuises wanting , Him her eyes still wooe , him her tongue still prayes . He with blushing red Hangeth downe the head , not a kisse can he afford : His face is turn'd away , Silence sayd her nay , still she woo'd him for a word . Speake shee said thou fairest , Beautie thou impairest , see mee , I am pale and wan : Louers all adore mee , I for loue implore thee , christall teares with that downe ran . Him heere-with shee forc'd to come sit downe by her , Shee his necke embrac'de gazing in his face : Hee like once transformd stird no looke to eye her Euery hearbe did wooe him growing in that place . Each bird with a dittie , prayed him for pitty in behalfe of beauties Queene : Waters gentle murmour , craued him to loue her , yet no liking could be seene . Boy shee sayd , looke on mee , Still I gaze vpon thee , speake I pray thee my delight : Coldly hee replyed , And in breefe denyed , to bestow on her a sight . I am now too young , to be wunne by beauty , Tender are my yeeres I am yet a bud : Fayre thou art , shee said then it is thy dutie , Wert thou but a blossome to effect my good . Euery beauteous flower , boasteth in my power , Byrds and beasts my lawes effect : Mirrha thy faire mother , most of any other , did my louely hests respect . Be with me delighted , Thou shalt be requited , euery Nimph on thee shall tend : All the Gods shall loue thee , Man shall not reproue thee , Loue himselfe shall be thy freend . Wend thee from mee Venus , I am not disposed , Thou wring'st mee too hard , pre-thee let me goe : Fie , what a paine it is thus to be enclosed , If loue begin with labour , it will end in woe . kisse mee , I will leaue , heere a kisse receiue , a short kisse I doe it find : Wilt thou leaue me so ? yet thou shalt not goe , breathe once more thy balmie wind . It smelleth of the Mirh-tree , That to the world did bring thee , neuer was perfume so sweet : When she had thus spoken , Shee gaue him a token , and theyr naked bosoms meet . Now hee sayd , let 's goe , harke , the hounds are crying , Grieslie Boare is vp , Hunts-men follow fast : At the name of Boare , Venus seemed dying , Deadly coloured pale , Roses ouer-cast . Speake sayd shee , no more , of following the Boare , thou vnfit for such a chase : Course the fearefull Hare , Venson doe not spare , if thou wilt yeeld Venus grace . Shun the Boare I pray thee , Else I still will stay thee , herein he vowed to please her minde , Then her armes enlarged , Loth shee him discharged , forth he went as swift as winde . Thetis Phoebus Steedes in the West retained , Hunting sport was past , Loue her loue did seeke : Sight of him too soone gentle Queene shee gained , On the ground he lay blood had left his cheeke . For an orped Swine , smit him in the groyne , deadly wound his death did bring : Which when Venus found , shee fell in a swound , and awakte , her hands did wring . Nimphs and Satires skipping , Came together tripping , Eccho euery cry exprest : Venus by her power , Turnd him to a flower , which shee weareth in her creast . H. C. FINIS . ¶ Thirsis the Sheepheard his deaths song . THirsis to die desired , marking her eyes that to his hart was neerest : And shee that with his flame no lesse was fiered , sayd to him : Oh hart 's loue deerest : Alas , forbeare to die now , By thee I liue , by thee I wish to die too . Thirsis that heate refrained , wherewith to die poore louer then hee hasted , Thinking it death while hee his lookes maintained , full fixed on her eyes , full of pleasure , and louely Nectar sweet from them he tasted . His daintie Nimph , that now at hand espyed the haruest of loues treasure , Said thus , with eyes all trembling , faint and wasted : I die now , The Sheepheard then replyed , and I sweet life doe die too . Thus these two Louers foutunately dyed , Of death so sweet , so happy , and so desired : That to die so againe their life retired . Out of Maister N. Young his Musica Transalpina . FINIS . ¶ Another stanza added after . THirsis enioyed the graces , Of Chloris sweet embraces , Yet both theyr ioyes were scanted : For darke it was , and candle-light they wanted . Wherewith kinde Cinthia in the heauen that shined , her nightly vaile resigned , and her faire face disclosed . Then each from others lookes such ioy deriued : That both with meere delight dyed , and reuiued . Out of the same . FINIS . ¶ Another Sonet thence taken . ZEphirus brings the time sweetly senteth with flowers and hearbs , which Winters frost exileth : Progne now chirpeth , Philomel lamentesh , Flora the Garlands white and red compileth : Fields doo reioyce , the frowning skie relenteth , Ioue to behold his dearest daughter smileth : The ayre , the water , the earth to ioy consenteth , each creature now to loue him reconcileth . But with me wretch , the stormes of woe perseuer , and heauie sighs which from my hart she straineth That tooke the key thereof to heauen for euer , so that singing of birds , and spring-times flowring : And Ladies loue that mens affection gaineth , are like a Desert , and cruell beasts deuouring . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards slumber . IN Pescod time , when Hound to horne , giues eare till Buck be kild : And little Lads with pipes of corne , sate keeping beasts a field . I went to gather Strawberies tho , by Woods and Groaues full faire : And parcht my face with Phoebus so , in walking in the ayre . That downe I layde me by a streame , with boughs all ouer-clad : And there I met the straungest dreame , that euer Sheepheard had . Me thought I saw each Christmas game , each reuell all and some : And euery thing that I can name , or may in fancie come . The substance of the sights I saw , in silence passe they shall : Because I lack the skill to draw , the order of them all . But Venus shall not passe my pen , whose maydens in disdaine : Did feed vpon the harts of men , that Cupids bowe had slaine . And that blinde boy was all in blood , be-bath'd to the eares : And like a Conquerour he stood , and scorned Louers teares . I haue ( quoth he ) more harts at call , then Caesar could commaund : And like the Deare I make them fall , that runneth o're the lawnd . One drops downe heere , another there , in bushes as they groane ; I bend a scornfull carelesse eare , to heare them make their moane . Ah Sir ( quoth Honest Meaning ) then , thy boy-like brags I heare : When thou hast wounded many a man , as Hunts-man doth the Deare . Becomes it thee to triumph so ? thy Mother wills it not : For she had rather breake thy bowe , then thou shouldst play the sot . What saucie merchant speaketh now , sayd Venus in her rage : Art thou so blinde thou knowest not how I gouerne euery age ? My Sonne doth shoote no shaft in wast , to me the boy is bound : He neuer found a hart so chast , but he had power to wound , Not so faire Goddesse ( quoth Free-will , ) in me there is a choise : And cause I am of mine owne ill , if I in thee reioyce . And when I yeeld my selfe a slaue , to thee , or to thy Sonne : Such recompence I ought not haue , if things be rightly done . Why foole stept forth Delight , and said , when thou art conquer'd thus : Then loe dame Lust , that wanton maide , thy Mistresse is iwus . And Lust is Cupids darling deere , behold her where she goes : She creepes the milk-warme flesh so neere , she hides her vnder close . Where many priuie thoughts doo dwell , a heauen heere on earth : For they haue neuer minde of hell , they thinke so much on mirth . Be still Good Meaning , quoth Good Sport , let Cupid triumph make : For sure his Kingdome shall be short if we no pleasure take . Faire Beautie , and her play-feares gay , the virgins Vestalles too : Shall sit and with their fingers play , as idle people doo , If Honest Meaning fall to frowne , and I Good Sport decay : Then Venus glory will come downe , and they will pine away . Indeede ( quoth Wit ) this your deuice , with straungenes must be wrought , And where you see these women nice , and looking to be sought : With scowling browes their follies check , and so giue them the Fig : Let Fancie be no more at beck , when Beautie lookes so big . When Venus heard how they conspir'd , to murther women so : Me thought indeede the house was fier'd , with stormes and lightning tho . The thunder-bolt through windowes burst . and in their steps a wight : Which seem'd some soule or sprite accurst , so vgly was the sight . I charge you Ladies all ( quoth he ) looke to your selues in hast : For if that men so wilfull be , and haue their thoughts so chast ; And they can tread on Cupids brest , and martch on Venus face : Then they shall sleepe in quiet rest , when you shall waile your case . With that had Venus all in spight , stir'd vp the Dames to ire : And Lust fell cold , and Beautie white , sate babling with Desire . Whos 's mutt'ring words I might not marke , much whispering there arose : The day did lower , the Sunne wext darke , away each Lady goes . But whether went this angry flock , our Lord him-selfe doth know : Where-with full lowdly crewe the Cock , and I awaked so . A dreame ( quoth I ? ) a dogge it is , I take thereon no keepe : I gage my head , such toyes as this , dooth spring from lack of sleepe . Ignoto . FINIS . IN wonted walkes , since wonted fancies change , Some cause there is , which of strange cause doth rise : For in each thing whereto my minde doth range , Part of my paine me seemes engraued lies . The Rockes which were of constant minde , the marke In climbing steepe , now hard refusall show : The shading woods seeme now my sunne to darke , And stately hils disdaine to looke so low . The restfull Caues , now restlesse visions giue , In dales I see each way a hard assent : Like late mowne Meades , late cut from ioy I liue , Alas , sweet Brookes , doe in my teares augment . Rocks , woods , hills , caues , dales , meades brookes aunswer mee : Infected mindes infect each thing they see . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ Of disdainfull Daphne . SHall I say that I loue you , Daphne disdainfull ? Sore it costs as I proue you , louing is painfull . Shall I say what doth greeue mee ? Louers lament it : Daphne will not releeue mee , late I repent it . Shall I dye , shall I perrish , through her vnkindnes ? Loue vntaught loue to cherrish , sheweth his blindnes . Shall the hills , shall the valleyes , the fieldes the Cittie , With the sound of my out-cryes , moue her to pittie ? The deepe falls of fayre Riuers , and the windes turning : Are the true musique giuers , vnto my mourning . Where my flocks daily feeding , pining for sorrow : At their maisters hart bleeding , shot with Loues arrow . From her eyes to my hart-string , was the shaft launced : It made all the woods to ring , by which it glaunced . When this Nimph had vsde me so , then she did hide her : Haplesse I did Daphne know ; haplesse I spyed her . Thus Turtle-like I waild me , for my loues loosing : Daphnes trust thus did faile me , woe worth such chusing . M. H. Nowell . FINIS . ¶ The passionate Sheepheard to his loue . COme liue with mee , and be my loue , And we will all the pleasures proue , That Vallies , groues , hills and fieldes , Woods , or steepie mountaine yeeldes . And wee will sit vpon the Rocks , Seeing the Sheepheards feede theyr flocks , By shallow Riuers , to whose falls , Melodious byrds sings Madrigalls . And I will make thee beds of Roses , And a thousand fragrant poesies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle , Imbroydred all with leaues of Mirtle . A gowne made of the finest wooll , Which from our pretty Lambes we pull , Fayre lined slippers for the cold : With buckles of the purest gold . A belt of straw , and Iuie buds , With Corall clasps and Amber studs , And if these pleasures may thee moue , Come liue with mee , and be my loue . The Sheepheards Swaines shall daunce & sing , For thy delight each May-morning , If these delights thy minde may moue ; Then liue with mee , and be my loue . Chr. Marlow . FINIS . ¶ The Nimphs reply to the Sheepheard . IF all the world and loue were young , And truth in euery Sheepheards tongue , These pretty pleasures might me moue , To liue with thee , and be thy loue . Time driues the flocks from field to sold , When Riuers rage , and Rocks grow cold , And Philomell becommeth dombe , The rest complaines of cares to come . The flowers doe fade , & wanton fieldes , To wayward winter reckoning yeeldes , A honny tongue , a hart of gall , Is fancies spring , but sorrowes fall . Thy gownes , thy shooes , thy beds of Roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy poesies , Soone breake , soone wither , soone forgotten : In sollie ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and Iuie buddes , Thy Corall claspes and Amber studdes , All these in mee no meanes can moue , To come to thee , and be thy loue . But could youth last , and loue still breede , Had ioyes no date , nor age no neede , Then these delights my minde might moue , To liue with thee , and be thy loue . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ Another of the same nature , made since . COme liue with mee , and be my deere , And we will reuell all the yeere , In plaines and groaues , on hills and dales : Where fragrant ayre breedes sweetest gales . There shall you haue the beauteous Pine , The Cedar , and the spreading Vine , And all the woods to be a Skreene : Least Phoebus kisse my Sommers Queene . The seate for your disport shall be Ouer some Riuer in a tree , Where siluer sands , and pebbles sing , Eternall ditties with the spring . There shall you see the Nimphs at play , And how the Satires spend the day , The fishes gliding on the sands : Offering their bellies to your hands . The birds with heauenly tuned throates , Possesse vvoods Ecchoes with sweet noates , Which to your sences will impart , A musique to enflame the hart . Vpon the bare and leafe-lesse Oake , The Ring-Doues wooings will prouoke A colder blood then you possesse , To play with me and doo no lesse . In bowers of Laurell trimly dight , We will out-weare the silent night , While Flora busie is to spread : Her richest treasure on our bed . Ten thousand Glow-wormes shall attend , And all their sparkling lights shall spend , All to adorne and beautifie : Your lodging with most maiestie . Then in mine armes will I enclose Lillies faire mixture with the Rose , Whose nice perfections in loues play : Shall tune me to the highest key . Thus as we passe the welcome night , In sportfull pleasures and delight , The nimble Fairies on the grounds , Shall daunce and sing mellodious sounds . If these may serue for to entice , Your presence to Loues Paradice , Then come with me , and be my Deare : And we will straite begin the yeare . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ The Wood-mans walke . THrough a faire Forrest as I went vpon a Sommers day , I met a Wood-man queint and gent , yet in strange aray . I meruail'd much at his disguise , whom I did know so well : But thus in tearmes both graue and wise , his minde he gan to tell . Friend , muse not at this fond aray , but list a while to me : For it hath holpe me to furuay what I shall shew to thee . Long liu'd I in this Forrest faire , till wearie of my weale : Abroade in walks I would repaire , as now I will reueale . My first dayes walke was to the Court , where Beautie fed mine eyes : Yet found I that the Courtly sport , did maske in slie disguise . For falshood sate in fairest lookes , and friend to friend was coy : Court-fauour fill'd but empty bookes , and there I found no ioy . Desert went naked in the cold , when crouching craft was sed : Sweet words were cheapely bought and sold , but none that stood in sted , Wit was imployed for each mans owne , plaine meaning came too short : All these deuises seene and knowne , made me forsake the Court. Vnto the Citty next I went , in hope of better hap : Where liberally I launch'd and spent , as set on Fortunes lap . The little stock I had in store , me thought would nere be done : Friends flockt about me more and more , as quickly lost as wone . For when I spent , they were kinde , but when my purse did faile : The formost man came last behinde , thus loue with wealth doth quaile . Once more for footing yet I stroue , although the world did frowne : But they before that held me vp , together troad me downe . And least once more I should arise , they sought my quite decay : Then got I into this disguise , and thence I stole away . And in my minde ( me thought ) I saide , Lord blesse me from the Cittie : Where simplenes is thus betraide , and no remorce or pittie . Yet would I not giue ouer so , but once more trie my fate : And to the Country then I goe , to liue in quiet state . There did appeare no subtile showes , but yea and nay went smoothly : But Lord how Country-folks can glose , when they speake most soothly . More craft was in a buttond cap , and in an old wiues rayle : Then in my life it was my hap , to see on Downe or Dale . There was no open forgerie , but vnder-handed gleaning : Which they call Country pollicie , but hath a worser meaning . Some good bold-face beares out the wrong , because he gaines thereby : The poore mans back is crackt ere long , yet there he lets him lye . And no degree among them all , but had such close intending : That I vpon my knees did fall , and prayed for their amending . Back to the vvoods I got againe , in minde perplexed sore : Where I found ease of all this paine , and meane to stray no more . There , Citty , Court , nor Country too , can any way annoy me : But as a vvood-man ought to doo , I freely may imploy me . There liue I quietly alone , and none to trip my talke : Wherefore when I am dead and gone , think on the Wood-mans walke . Shep. Ionie . FINIS . ¶ Thirsis the Sheepheard , to his Pipe. LIke Desert woods , with darkesome shades obscured , Where dreadfull beasts , where hatefull horror raigneth . Such is my wounded hart , whom sorrow payneth , The Trees are fatall shaft , to death inured , That cruell loue within my breast maintaineth , To whet my greefe , when as my sorrow wayneth . The ghastly beasts , my thoughts in cares assured , Which wage me warre , while hart no succour gaineth : With false suspect , and feare that still remaineth . The horrors , burning sights by cares procured , Which foorth I send , whilst weeping eye complaineth : To coole the heate , the helplesse hart containeth . But shafts , but cares , but sighs , horrors vnrecured , Were nough esteem'd , if for these paines awarded : My faithfull loue by her might be regarded . Ignoto . FINIS . ¶ An excellent Sonnet of a Nimph. VErtue , beauty , and speach , did strike , wound , charme , My hart , eyes , eares , with wonder , loue , delight : First , second , last , did binde , enforce , and arme , His works , showes , sutes , with wit , grace , and vowes-might . Thus honour , liking , trust , much , farre , and deepe , Held , pearst , possest , my iudgement , sence , and will ; Till wrongs , contempt , deceite , did grow , steale , creepe , Bands , fauour , faith , to breake , defile , and kill . Then greefe , vnkindnes , proofe , tooke , kindled , taught , Well grounded , noble , due , spite , rage , disdaine : But ah , alas , ( in vaine ) my minde , sight , thought , Dooth him , his face , his words , leaue shunne , refraine . For nothing , time , nor place , can loose , quench , ease : Mine owne , embraced , sought , knot , fire , disease . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ A Report Song in a dreame , betweene a Sheepheard and his Nimph. SHall we goe daunce the hay ? The hay ? Neuer pipe could euer play better Sheepheards Roundelay . Shall we goe sing the Song ? The Song ? Neuer Loue did euer wrong : faire Maides hold hands all a-long . Shall we goe learne to woo ? To woo ? Neuer thought came euer too , better deede could better doo . Shall we goe learne to kisse ? To kisse ? Neuer hart could euer misse comfort , where true meaning is . Thus at base they run , They run , When the sport was scarse begun : but I wakt , and all was done . N. Breton . FINIS . ¶ Another of the same . SAy that I should say , I loue ye ? would you say , t is but a saying ? But if Loue in prayers mooue ye ? will you not be moou'd with praying ? Think I think that Loue should know ye ? will you thinke , t is but a thinking ? But if Loue the thought doo show ye , will ye loose your eyes with winking ? Write that I doo write you blessed , will you write , t is but a writing ? But if truth and Loue confesse it : will ye doubt the true enditing ? No , I say , and thinke , and write it , write , and thinke , and say your pleasure : Loue , and truth , and I endite it , you are blessed out of measure . N. Breton . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards conceite of Prometheus . PRometheus , when first from heauen hie , He brought downe fire , ere then on earth vnseene : Fond of delight , a Satyre standing by , Gaue it a kisse , as it like sweete had beene . Feeling forth-with the other burning power , Wood with the smart , with shoutes and shrikings shrill : He sought his ease in Riuer , field , and bower , But for the time his greefe went with him still . So silly I , with that vnwonted sight , In humane shape , an Angell from aboue : Feeding mine eyes , th' impression there did light , That since I runne , and rest as pleaseth Loue. The difference is , the Satires lips , my hart : He for a while , I euermore haue smart . S. E. D. FINIS . ¶ Another of the same . A Satyre once did runne away for dread , with sound of horne , which he him-selfe did blow : Fearing , and feared thus , from him-selfe he fled , deeming strange euili in that he did not know . Such causelesse feares , when coward minds doo take , it makes them flie that , which they faine would haue : As this poore beast , who did his rest forsake , thinking not why , but how him-selfe to saue . Euen thus mought I , for doubts which I conceaue of mine owne words , mine owne good hap betray : And thus might I , for feare of may be , leaue the sweet pursute of my desired pray . Better like I thy Satire , dearest Dyer : Who burnt his lips , to kisse faire shining fier . S. Phil. Sidney . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards Sunne . FAire Nimphs , sit ye heere by me , on this flowrie greene : While we this merrie day doo see , some things but sildome seene . Sheepheards all , now come sit a-round , on yond checquerd plaine : While from the vvoods we heere resound , some come for Loues paine . Euery bird sits on his bowe , As brag as he that is the best : Then sweet Loue , reueale howe our minds may be at rest ? Eccho thus replyed to mee , Sit vnder yonder Beechen tree , And there Loue shall shew thee how all may be redrest . Harke , harke , harke the Nightingale , in her mourning lay : Shee tells her stories wofull tale , to warne yee if shee may . Faire maydes , take yee heede of loue , it is a perlous thing : As Philomele her selfe did proue , abused by a King. If Kings play false , beleeue no men , That make a seemely outward show : But caught once , beware then , for then begins your woe . They will looke babies in your eyes , And speake so faire as faire may be : But trust them in no wise , example take by mee . Fie , fie , said the Threstle-cocke , you are much too blame : For one mans fault , all men to blot , inpayring theyr good name . Admit you were vsde amisse , by that vngentle King , It followes not that you for this , should all mens honours wring . There be good , and there be bad , And some are false , and some are true : As good choyse is still had amongst vs men , as you . Women haue faultes as well as wee , Some say for our one , they haue three . Then smite not , nor bite not , when you as faultie be . Peace , peace , quoth Madge-Howles then , sitting out of sight : For women are as good as men , and both are good alike . Not so , said the little Wrenne , difference there may be : The Cocke alway commaunds the He●●● then men shall goe for mee . Then Robbin-Redbrest stepping in , Would needs take vp this tedious strife , Protesting , true-louing , In eyther legthened life . If I loue you , and you loue mee , Can there be better harmonie ? Thus ending contending , Loue must the vmpsere be . Faire Nimphs , Loue must be your guide , chast , vnspotted loue : To such as doe your thralles betyde , tesolu ' de without remoue . Likewise iolly Sheepheard Swaines if you doe respect , The happy issue of your paines , true loue must you direct . You heare the birds contend for loue , The bubling springs do sing sweet loue , The Mountaines and Fountaines do Eccho nought but loue . Take hands then Nimphes & Sheepheards all , And to this Riuers musiques fall Sing true loue , and chast loue begins our Festuall . Shep. Tonie . FINIS . ¶ Colin the enamoured Sheepheard , singeth this passion of loue . O Gentle Loue , vngentle for thy deede , thou makest my hart , a bloodie marke , With piercing shot to bleede . Shoote soft sweete Loue , for feare thou shoote amisse , for feare too keene , thy arrowes beene : And hit the hart , where my beloued is . Too faire that fortune were , nor neuer I shall be so blest , among the rest : That loue shal ceaze on her by simpathy . Then since with Loue my prayers beare no boote , this doth remaine , to ease my paine , I take the wound , and die at Venus foote . Geo. Peele . FINIS . ¶ Oenones complaint in blanke verse . MElpomene the Muse of tragicke songs , With mournfull tunes in stole of dismall hue , Assist a sillie Nimphe to waile her woe , And leaue thy lustie company behind . This lucklesse wreathe becomes not me to weare , The Poplar tree for tryumph of my loue , Then as my ioy , my pride of loue is left ; Be thou vncloathed of thy louely greene . And in thy leaues my fortunes written be , And then some gentle winde let blow abroade , That all the world may see , how false of loue , False Paris hath to his Oenone beene . Geo. Peele . FINIS . ¶ The Sheepheards Consort . HArke iollie Sheepheards , harke yond lustie ringing : How cheerefully the bells daunce , the whilst the Lads are springing ? Goe we then , why sit we here delaying : And all yond mery wanton lasses playing ? How gailie Flora leades it , and sweetly treads it ? The woods and groaues they ring , louely resounding : With Ecchoes sweet rebounding . Out of Ma. Morleys Madrigals . FINIS . A28854 ---- The chast and lost lovers living shadowed in the person of Arcadius and Sepha and illustrated with the several stories of Haemon and Antigone, Eramio and Amissa, Phaon and Sappho, Delithason and Verista ... : to which is added the contestation betwixt Bacchus and Diana, and certain sonnets of the author to Aurora / digested into three poems by Will. Bosworth. Bosworth, William, 1607-1650? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A28854 of text R4184 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing B3800). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. 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A28854) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 49247) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 810:11) The chast and lost lovers living shadowed in the person of Arcadius and Sepha and illustrated with the several stories of Haemon and Antigone, Eramio and Amissa, Phaon and Sappho, Delithason and Verista ... : to which is added the contestation betwixt Bacchus and Diana, and certain sonnets of the author to Aurora / digested into three poems by Will. Bosworth. Bosworth, William, 1607-1650? [16], 127 p. Printed for William Shears ..., London : 1653. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. A28854 R4184 (Wing B3800). civilwar no The chast and lost lovers: lively shadowed in the persons of Arcadius and Sepha, and illustrated with the severall stories of Hæmon and Anti Bosworth, William 1653 36138 223 0 0 0 0 0 62 D The rate of 62 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2000-00 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2001-11 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-02 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2002-04 Aptara Rekeyed and resubmitted 2002-05 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2002-05 Allison Liefer Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE CHAST and LOST LOVERS : Lively shadowed in the persons of Arcadius and Sepha , and illustrated with the severall stories of Haemon and Antigone , Eramio and Amissa , Phaon and Sappho , Delithason and Verista . Being a description of several LOVERS smiling with delight , and with hopes fresh as their youth , and fair as their beauties in the beginning of their Affections , and covered with Bloud and Horror in the conclusion . To this is added the Contestation betwixt Bacchus and Diana , and certain Sonnets of the Author to AURORA . Digested into three Poems , by Will . Bosworth , Gent. — Me quoque Impune volare , & sereno Calliope dedit ire coelo . London , Prnted for William Shears , and are to be sold at the sign of the Bible in St. Pauls Church-Yard , 1653. To the true Lover of all good Learning , the Honourable John Finch , Esq SIR , IF Poetry be truly conceived to carry some Divinity with it ; and Poets , on what Subjects soever their Fancies have discoursed , have bin intitaled Divine , as the Divine Mr. Spencer , the Divine Ronsard , the Divine Ariosto ; how much more properly may they be esteemed to be Divine , who have made chast Love their Argument , which is a fire descended frō Heaven , and ( habituall in its Action ) is alwayes ascending and aspiring to it : This is that Love which Xenophon doth distinguish from the sensuall , and doth call it The heavenly Venus , and with this our Poet being powerfully inspired hath breathed forth these happy raptures , to declare , That Love and the Muses are so near of kinne , that the greatest Poets are the greatest Lovers . And Sir , although there is no man a more absolute master of his passions than your self , and therefore you cannot be said to be subjected unto Love , yet it shall be no dishonor to you to acknowledge your self to be a lover of the Muses . In this confidence I have made bold to tender unto you these Poems , the work of a young Gentleman of 19 years of Age , who had he lived , might have been as well the Wonder as the Delight of the Arts , and been advanced by them amongst the highest in the Temple of Fame . The Myrtle and the Cypresse Groves , which he made more innocent by his Love , shall remember , and the musick of the Birds shall teach every tree to repeat to one another his chast complaint , and the flourish of the trees shall endeavour to raise unto Heaven his name , which they shall wear ingraved on their leaves . These are onely his first flights , his first fruits , the early flowers of his youth ; flowers they are , but so sweetly violent , that as their Beauties doe arrest our eyes , so ( I hope ) their perfume will continue through many Ages to testifie the Influence of your protection , and the most gracefull resentments of him who is Sir , Your most humble and devoted servant , R. C. To the Reader . THis Booke hath the fate which the modesty of Antiquity did assigne to their Bookes , which is , not to be extant till the Death of the Auth●…r , declining thereby the p●…esumption of an assumed and a sawcy Immortality , and owing this new life , which by their remaining labours they received , to the Benefit and Commendation of Posterity . These Poems are secure in themselves , and neither fear the tongue of the Detractor , nor desire the praise of the Encomiastick , their one worth can best speak their own merit , but this it shall be lawfull for me to insert , that in one Book and of so small a bulke you shall seldome see more cont●…ined , — He doth swell Not with th'how much he writeth , but th'how well . You shall find in this System the Idea of Poetry at large , and in one garland all the flowers on the Hill of Parnasus , or on the banks of Helicon . The high , the fluent , and the pathetick discourses of his lovers , and the transformation of them after their death into precious stones , into Birds , into Flowers , or into Monuments of Marble , you shall finde hath allusion to Ovids Metamorphosis , which in Ovids own iudgement was the best piece that ever he composed , and for which with most confidence , he doth seem to challenge to himself the deserved honour of a perpetuall Fame . The strength of his fancy , and the shadowing of it in words he taketh from Mr. Marlow in his Hero and Leander , whose mighty lines Mr. Benjamin Iohnson ( a man sensible enough of his own abilities ) was often heard to say , that they were Examples fitter for admiration than for parallel , you shall find our Author every where in this imitation . This the one . Some say fair Cupid unto her inclin'd , Mourn'd as he went , and thinking on her pin'd . And in another place , And as she went , casting her eyes aside , Many admiring at her beauty dy'd . This the other , And mighty Princes of her love deny'd , Pin'd as they went , & thinking on her dy'd . You shall finde also how studious he is to follow him in those many quick and short sentences at the close of his fanc●… , with which he every where doth adorn his writings . The weaving of one story into another and the significant flourish that doth attend it is the peculiar Grace of Sir Philip Sidney , whom our Author doth so happily imitate , as if he were one of the same Inteligences that moved in that incomparable Compasse . His making the end of one Verse to be the frequent beginning of the other ( besides the Art of the Trope ) was the labour and delight of Mr. Edmund Specer , whom Sir Walt Raleigh and S. Ke●…e●● Digby were used to call the English Virgill , and indeed Virgill himself did often use it , and in my opinion with a greater grace , making the last word only of his Verso to be the beginning of the Verse following , as — Sequitur pulcherrimus Astur Astur equo sidens , & ve●…si●…oloribus armis . Virgill hath nothing more usuall than this gracefull way of repetition , as those who are most conversant with him , can readily witnesse with me . Our Authors making use of one and the same Verse in several places is also taken from Virgill , as you shall often find in his Georgicks , which he would never have let passe ( being full twelve years in the compleating of that work ) if he had conceived it would have bin looked upon as an imperfection either of two much Haste or Sloth , and this also is often to be found in Homer . You behold now how many , and what great Examples our Author hath propounded to himself to imitate , if it be obiected , that it is a disparagement to imitate any , be they never so excelent ( according to that of Horace ) O imitatorum stultum pecus ; It is no absurdity to make answer , that Horace wrote that in a criticall hour , when he abounded with a hypercrytical sense for if you please to look upon the Fragments of those Greek Poets , which in many books are inserted at the end of Pindar , you shall undoubtedly find that Horace hath translated as much of them as are now extant word for word , and put them into the first book of his Odes , which is very easie in this place to be represented , but that it is much beyond our room , and a little besides our subiect . But more fully to satisfie the obiection , it may be answered , that in this Horace had no relation at all to the words or fancy of the Imitator , but to these new numbers , and measures , which he first taught the Roman Muse to tread , and this makes him so much to magnifie himself . Libera per vacuum posui vestigia princeps . The works of Virgill are nothing else but mere Imitations●… in his Eclogues he followeth Theocritus , in his Aeaeids , Homer , in his Georgicks he imitateth Hesiod , which he conceiveth to be so far from his preiudice , that he esteemeth it his glory . Ascraeumque cano Romana per oppida carmen . And yet because the same subiect was not treated on before by any Latine Poet , you may observe how confident he is of himself : — Iuvat ire viam quâ nulla priorum Castaliam molli deducitur orbita clivo . These praelibations may serve not only to discharge our Author , but to raise him above those accusations which peradventure some distemper'd Criticks might have charged him with . The other part of his invention is intirely his own , smooth yet smart , and as clear as it is active ! Now when all this shall be done at nineteen years of age , and out of a desire onely to please you , what entertainment should you give unto it ? with what flowers should you crown his memory , who brought so many flowers to crown your delight ? Take them , and peruse them , his leaves invite every hand to turn them over ; The young men may read them for their Information , and with some sympathy of affection ; The old men for their Recreation , The Ladies may learn them by heart , and repeat them to one another , for this the Muses , upon their credit , have given me in charge to impart unto them , That whatsoever they shall lay forth on his praises ( the Book readover ) they will finde it paid back to them in the reckoning . R. C. On the Amorous and pathetick story of Arcadius and Sepha , &c. LO here the Muse which to our eye discovers The bleeding Fate of many haples Lovers●… What though his warbling lyre not gravely rings With such deep notes as lofty CLIO sings , His Muse is soft , as sweet , and though not strong , Pathetick , lively , all on fire , and young , Flowing with tears and smiles , and full of sport , As fits the subject of fair VENVS Court , And this may Court you to peruse his Book ; So oft i' th' streets with prompter eyes wee look On lovely Girls who but their shooe-strings tye , Than Wives , their Garters making fast more high . L. B. On the exact and elabourate story of Arcadius and Sepha , and the rest of the Beavy of the Lovers : WHat brave young Man is this , whose lute doth lead The dancing Rocks , and teach the Woods to tread ? Is Thracian Orpheus reviv'd , whose laye Hath now charm'd Hell , to get himself away ? ( Son of the Arts and Heav'n ) our hearts we fill , With joy and zeal to gratulate thy skill ; What fitting tributes shall we bring thee now , To crown thy merits , and adorn thy brow ; For since thy harp to follow Trees are grac'd , Bayes of themselvs unto thy Brows maks haste F. L. An Epitaph on the deceased Author , in allusion to his Sonnets on Aurora . SAd Lover , thou who to thy cruel Saint , Didst teach thy Muse to breath thy last complaint , Whilst thou the Ends that Sex aim'd at mad'st known , Me thought I heard thee thus to speak thy own ; Lo here the Glory of all Womens pride , The matchless Trophy of their Beauties might , To kill by Treason , and hid fires provide Those to devour whom they do most invite ; Poor injur'd ashes ! you too late have try'd , How ill they doe the gentlest hearts requite ; O that in Beauties should those flames be known , Which burn our brests , yet never warm their own ! E. G. On the deathlesse Poems of the deceased Author . HAppy young Man , who though laid under ground , Thy name to Honour a sure way hath found ; Thy chast Arcadius shall with Sepha live , Whiles the kind Sun warmth to the Earth shal give , And every Age shall take delight to see Fair Haemon met with fair Antigone ; Whiles thankfull Rivers to the Seas make hast Eramioes and Amissaes love shall last ; No more shall Phaon by contempt be led , But foot to foot shall now with Sappho tread , And Delithasons youth , and chast desires Shall keep more warm his fair Veristaes fires ; Thus whilst that thou with thy immortall layes , Beauty , and Love , and Innocence dost praise , That praise which thou to others worths dost lend , Doth make thy own high as the Stars ascend . S. P. On these laboured Poems of the deceased Authour , Mr. WILLIAM BOSWORTH . THese bleeding , Lovers , and unstaind desires , Their undry'd tears , & their religious fires , And their Stars sullen malice , which did bend Their lives and loves to an untimely end , May bring the pious Reader with perfumes Of flowr's and sighs to worship at their tombs And their high flames admire ; But ô forbear That hasty zeal , and do not tread too near , For know the flames so ardent were that burn'd Their suffering hearts , and them to ashes turn'd , That by your sighes they may too soon be blown Into new life , and fet on fire your own . L. C. The BOOKE to the READER . Reader , MY Author vow'd to prattle forth his Loves , And fill the azure skyes with watry clouds : My Author vow'd to dwell in shady groves , And paint his Fortune in Diana's shrouds . For the best Artist that the world admires , Was but the Artist of his own Desires . You must not then expect a curious straine , That best befits the queintness of his story , No , that 's a shadow for a riper brain , Let them report it , that have had the glory , The guilded tresses of the clearest shining , Have neither force in rising nor declining . Then take the branches of his tender vine , Which here you have presented , though he fears , You 'l draw his meaning by too strict a line , For yet he ne'r attain'd to thrice seven years . Yet let me pass , and e're his day see's night , His Hawk may please you with a fairer slight . Arcadius and Sepha . ( 1 ) NEar to the Caspian streights , where Dolphins sing , Hippobatos , a verdant Meadow lay , Along which Meadow ran a silver Spring , Winding her streams as careless of her way , Here would she stay , and seem returning home , Till with her self , her self was overcome . ( 2 ) Down by which brook there sate a little Ladd , A little Ladd nam'd a Epimenides , Close to his foot a little Dog he had , Whose Masters face Character'd his disease , Sighing he said , and to the Powers above , Make me ( ô Gods ) immortall for my love . ( 3 ) Snatch hence my soul , the better part I have , And him of his detested life deprive , Who vows to live obscurely in a Cave , Shall Sepha die , and I remain alive ? Satyres goe weep , and when ye hear her name , Blow forth my Loves inevitable fame . ( 4 ) Let swiftest thoughts possess my Sepha's name , And sound her praise as swift as Eagles flie , Let Marble be proud to preserve the same , Left rotten time out-slip her memorie , Lest Trumpets cease to sound , and so forbear it . Let Ecchoe's learn to dictate when they hear it . ( 5 ) Ye sliding streams , that pass so gently by , Winding your waves , and do not faster flee , Ioy you to hear my Sepha's Elegy ? Or doe you linger to condole with me ? 'T is to condole , since such is my estate , Your bubling streams do murmur at my fate . ( 6 ) Ye little Birds that us'd to sit and sing , While Driades with Musicks nimble touch , ( When woods and valleys did of Sepha ring ) Present harmonious tunes , to make her couch , A nest of Heav'nly raptures , sweeter far , With purer notes , than earthly noises are . ( 7 ) Why doe you now my Sepha's tunes forbear ? Why doe you cease to tune my Sepha's layes ? Why do'n't you now to wonted trees repair ? Why do'n't you sit and sing my Sepha's praise ? Ye warbling Chanters that such Musick bred , Are ye grown weary , or is Sepha dead ? ( 8 ) Or Sepha dead ? is , Heav'nly Sepha dead ? No more shall earth be happy with her sweet , No more shall eyes be with her beauty fed , No more shall slowers be proud to kiss her feet , No more shall Phoebus court her in a shower , No more shall Bee's mistake her for a flower . ( 9 ) In blessed times when vertuous Sepha liv'd , The happy earth was with her beauty drest , Each greedy eye , that saw not Sepha , griev'd , Each flower was proud , to be by Sepha prest , Love-showring P●…oebus spar'd no am'rous time , And Bees on her did think to gather Thyme . ( 10 ) Blest be the season , and the hower blest , When first my eyes in Sepha's eyes were seen , When first my hopes began to build their nest , When first I saw her walking on yo●… Green , When first my lips s●…ipt Nectar from her brest , Blest be the season , and the hower blest . ( 11 ) Ye stately Pines that dwell on lofty Hils , Stoop down your heads with a dejected fall , Let Boreas go sport with whom he wills , And though you knew her not , nor never shall , Sob forth her plaints with a bewailing eye , And say 't was Sepha's death that made you dye . ( 12 ) Smilax , and Crocus , little blushing flowers , Hence cease your red , and let your pale begin , And , say you want those sweet distilling showers , That P●…oebus us'd to Court fair Sepha in , Lillies forbear to stoop your drooping heads ; For now your shame , the fairest Lillie's dead . ( 13 ) That Lillie's dead in whom all graces been , That Lillie's dead , the fairest of the Nine ; That Lillie's dead , where Natures art was seen , That Lillie's dead , whose odours were divine . That Lower , than whom more fairer there was none ; Is pluck't away , the fairest Lillie's gone . ( 14 ) She was the fairest , and the sweetest creature , That ever yet was subject to the Gods , For they resolv'd she was the only feature , In whom they joy'd , the Powers delight in odds , To deck their tents , Fair Sepha 't was that mov'd My soul to bless , thee Sepha whom I lov'd . ( 15 ) Some Poets feign there is a Heav'n on Earth , Earth hath its joyes to make a happy time , Admired odors giving a new birth , And sweetning joyes , with M●…lli-●…lor●…'s thyme ; 'T is not a feigned , but Heav'n rightly fam'd , For I enjoy'd the Heav'n the Poets nam'd . ( 16 ) Iove was propitious when ●… first begun To Court fair Sepha , Eccho's nimble charm : Rose-cheek't Adonis , fairer than the Sun , Had not a sweeter choice , nor kinder harm ; Rough-footed Satyres , Satyres , Nymphs and Fauns , Scatter'd her praise througho●…t Diana's lawns . ( 17 ) If I but walk't in T●…mpe , or the Groves , To meditate my melancholly layes , I was saluted with the murm'ring loves Of shady Pines , repining at her praise , Griev'd at her praise , when they her name did hear , They sigh for want of her sweet presence there . ( 18 ) Or if , ( weary of sighs ) I left the bowers , To recreate me in the whispring Air . I was saluted with distilling showers , That brought me tidings of my sweetest fair . Coming from Heav'n they told me news of this , Iove had prepar'd already for her bliss . ( 19 ) If to the Mountains I a voyage took , Mountains with Roses , and with Pinks adorn'd , There lay Adonis by his silver hook , Courted by Venus , Venus by him scorn'd , Venus with tears presents young Cupid's letter , He hates her vows , and loves fair Sepha better . ( 20 ) If to the Garden Flora me invited , Where all the dainty flowers are said to lye , Those dainty ●…lowers , that so much on●…e delighted , Are now abasht , and in their beauty dye , Lillies and Roses startle at her name , One pale for fear , the other red for shame . ( 21 ) If to the Woods perswaded by my Muse , Even there were Ecchoes of ●…air Sepha's glory , The warbling Chanters made a fine excu●…e , For her delay ; and chanted forth the story Of her best praise ; by which I understood , They striv'd with tunes to tell her to the wood . ( 22 ) If I but chanc'd to walk unto the springs , There sate the Muses warbling forth her story , Wanton Thalia with sweet raptures sings , Folding her name in Heav'ns immortall glory . With Hymnes , and layes , they prattle forth delight , And count her name the pen with which they write . ( 23 ) Yet sad Melpomine rejoyceth not , Nor ought but imprecations 'stows upon her , She saith her beauty is to her a blot , Whose so much goodness robs them of their honor , Help then Melpomine with thy sad ver●…e , To tell her fate , and houl upon her Herse . ( 24 ) These were the plaints the 〈◊〉 Lad bestow'd The funeralls of his fair Sepha's death , Behold said he , the service that I ow'd , And vow'd to pay ( Sepha ) shall be my breath , When heard by Ladies of renowned glory . They urg'd him to relate his Sepha's story . ( 25 ) Ladies ( said he ) if your unhappy ears , Admit such sad disas●…ers to have room , I by your looks your inward thoughts appears , You 'l Elegize this story that shall come . You 'l sigh to hear my Se●…ha's hap , while I , Bend all my power to tell her fate , and dye . THE HISTORIE OF ARCADIUS and SEPHA . Liber Primus . AMidst Campania Fields , near Sabine Bowers , Plain to each view there stood two stately Towers , Mounting aloft the skies their cloudy heads , As proud as high , disdaining their first Beds ; So curious was their building , and their stone , That both alike , they both were took for one , Shewing type of their conjoyning arts , The true conjunction of each others hearts . Two stately Towers for their buildings fam'd , One Arathea , th'other Talmos nam'd ; In Talmos , Sepha dwelt , whose heav'nly face , Gave to each quill a line , each line a grace , In whispring forth her praise , whose radiant eyes , Like starry lamps that emulate the skies , In height and beauty with their gl●…ttering light , Shone like the clearest stars i' th' darkest night . Vpon her head she wore a Laurell Crown Knit up with sundry flowers , on which Renown , As chiefest Empress of her fate and beauty , Did sympathize with a religious duty : Hesperides , in whose calm heart did rest No sullen strains , but Lyrick , and a nest Of Heav'nly raptures , perfum'd odours sweet , Which Nectar and Nepenthe breathings , meet For Heav'ns great Queen , such was her vertue given , That where she was , there was a second Heav'n . Her face so sweet as Nature can devise , Was drest with sparkling Diamonds of her eyes , The sweet composure of whose beauty yeelds A Medall of the true Elisian fields ; Her forehead , fittest place to go before , ( Since who so speaks of beauty treads it o're ) Was justly call'd a path , whereon did pass , A way that leads you where all beauty was . Close by that path , two radiant lamps did rise , Which some abruptly did intitle eyes ; Too mean a name for two such Heav'nly lights , As far beyond all eyes , as dayes from nights : To whom was added that Coelestiall grace Of perfect pureness to adorn the face , That whensoe're these seeing lamps did move , They 'd light spectators on their way to love . Between which eyes ( if eyes they may be nam'd ) A pillar , ( as of purest marble fram'd ) Then call'd her nose , did lead you to two plains , Pure white and red , like milk which clarret stains . Two flowry fields where Flora seem'd to dwell , Where white and red were striving to excell , Whose raptures seem'd like a Celestiall nest , Whereon distressed lovers seem'd to rest , Which Paradise if any lover seeks , It was presented in fair Sepha's cheeks . Two pearls of that inestimable price , So far beyond th' perfection of her eyes , Impall'd with that excessive form of bliss , Smiling , you 'd think th' invited you to kiss . What name or title fits fair Sepha's lips ? Shall some Ambrosian cup , where great Jove sips Nectar from Ganamed ? too mean it is , To bear their form , it is too mean by this , Jove out of them Nepenthe us'd to sip , But that Nepenthe grew on Sepha's lip . Then gan her teeth in a most perfect line , Plac't each by other through her lips to shine , More white , more true , than Nature could prefer To any other was it not to her . Those that ne're saw , might judge what they had been , Like picture pearl , through crimson shadows seen ; So was her chin like Christall over red , So was her hair in decent manner spred ; Which she all careless down her back did wear , As a fit object for the wanton Air , Careless to sport with , next to them was prais'd Her neck , as of a Marble pillar rais'd , Proud to support the weight of such a f●…ce , In whom three Graces seem'd to be one grace . Then might you see her Amber brests , more white Than Scithian snow , and yeelding more delight Than silly quill is able to report , They were the hills where Cupid us'd to sport . Between which hills there lay a pleasant Alley , Whose milky paths did lead into the Valley . This was that Sepha who unhappy dy'd , This was that Sepha for whose hap I cry'd ; This was that Sepha , whom the Valleys miss , And this was her whose Tragick stories this . Sepha , the glory of the scorned earth , In Talmos dwelt , sometimes a place of mirth , The ground whereon it stood was deck't with flowers , Here lay a Meadow , there were Sabine bowers . The house was with a Grove of trees inclos'd , Proud of the beauty that therein repos'd : Only a glead there lay , the trees between , Where Arathea was of Talmos seen . In Arathea young Arcadius dwelt , A man where Nature had so freely dealt Her chiefest art , and artificiall skill , Pleasing each eye , but most to Sephas will . Oft by her window did Arcadius ride , Sometimes to hunt , and sometimes to divide The Air with riding swift Italian horses , Here making stops , there running at full courses , When she ( unknown to him ) with watchfull eye , Oft saw his going , and his coming by , So that of fire which Lovers sometimes find , A spark began to kindle in her mind . Once did she blame unkindly Cupid much ; Darling said she , and is thy power such ? Vnkindly thus pure streams to overcome , And force a heart to love she knows not whom ? Is he too good that thus thou dost deny Me to receive one courting from his eye ? Cupid , scorn'st thou my prayers ? or dost thou shame ? Is he so mean to let me know his name ? Yet let me live , let me his feature se●… , If hee 's but vertuous , 't is enough for me . This said , her eyes drawn by a heavy sound , Saw young Arcadius , groveling on the ground , Whose too too nimble horse , in striving most To please his master , his blest burthen lost . Once did she speak , once did she move her tongue , What sad mishap said she , did thee that wrong ? How didst thou of thy wonted favours miss ? Was the ground greedy thy fair limbs to kiss ? At whose Celestiall voice , like a sweet charm , He started up , and said , I had no harm ; Thanks for your love , and with a decent grace , Stoops down his hat , by which she saw his face . Sepha ( said she ) be glad , for thou hast found , And seen the Arrow that thy heart did wound . Well , young Arcadius gets him to his steed , Who guilty of the last unhappy deed , With nimble strokes his master to delight , Slips o're the plain from fairest Sepha's sight . Go then , said she , the height of beauties pride , And worlds chief mirror ; if thy heart is ty'd To any Lady whom thou call'st thy own , As sure it is , or else thou wouldst have shown Some more respects to me , but if thou art , If to another thou hast linkt thy heart , Twice happy thou , thrice she , that shall imbrace Thy slender body , and enjoy thy face . This said , she to a silent chamber goes , Weary of love , but more of mind , and throws , Sometimes her restless body on a bed , Where love is with imaginations ●…ed , Then to the window would she take her way , And view the place where young Arcadius lay , Thence would she to her closet , where alone , Alone she sate her sorrowes to bemone ; If such was Isis love to Lignus son , Then ignorant why he her love had won , And Iphis had in his Ianthe got , Not yet a man , yet more than one mans lot ? If such was Philoclea's a●…dent love , From her own sex , such free desires to move ? When Zelmenes eyes such direfull vapors threw , And to her own , prodigious accents drew ? If Isis was of Iphis change most glad ? And Philoclea her own wishes had ? Why may not Sepha be possest of hers , Not half so far impossible as theirs ? But Heav'n conspird with an impatient eye , And all the powers to act her Tragedy . Not that Injustice with the Gods did dwell , For how could they 'gainst that sweet face rebell , Nor enmity against such beauty bred , Whose double portion with amazement led Each greedy eye into a feild of Roses And Lillies which a ●…hea●…re incloses . But Love whose passions with impartiall flames , Now whisper'd 'mongst the Gods , aloud proclaims , By ●…ove●… consent to dispossesse us here Of our faire Heav'n , for they did want her there : Conspicuous fate , her heart already feels Cupids dire bolt , and at first Arrow yeelds ; No Warrier she , nor striv'd with strugling hand The dart to break , nor would she it withstand , But gently stepping t'wards his Bow did hie , And Phoenix-like into the flames did flie ; So Pilomel doth willingly depose , Her tender brest against the Thorne , so those Who ( Bleeding easly ) meet death void of paine , Pha●…iphae so in Ida woods did raigne , Twice did the honour of Latona move A scornd defiance to Arcadius Love , But twice by Ericyna t was defac't , And twice more Love into her heart was plac't , Wherefore unwilling to omit the art , The Salve she thought would molli●…ie her smart , Half doubting Cupid who such change had wrought , Gave speech the leave , to ease her of her thought . Love , who the greatest Potentates can tame , ( Ruine of zeale ) at whose majestick name , ( Blind wicked boy ) disguiz'd with all untruth , The Gods have yeelded honour to his youth , Sprung first from Venus Goddess of his art , If blind as some suppose how can he dart Showrs of such wrongs on silly Womans heart ? Thou Goddess of the Vallies and the Plains , See how the wagg thy sacred rites disdains , Thou thou Latona's Daughter , whose delights I vow to perfect , and maintain thy rites , In spite of Cupid , see how he deposes Thy Holy Lawes , see how he plucks thy Roses , And crops the fairest Lillies of thy Closes . Into my heart some heavy thought is straid , But there it shall not , nor long hath it staid , Some muddy cloud hath overwhelm'd my face , And left behind it shaddowes of disgrace : Thus when the Heav'ns thy mighty Father lowrs , His anger is some bitter tasted showrs , To perish quite the odours of thy flowers . Thus hath he given power to the Boy , Who strives thy Virgin odours to destroy . Vrg'd by the daughter of Oceanu●… His Frothy Mother , enemy to us . And she doth practice his deceitfull smiles , The fittest motions with which he beguiles , And with a touch thy Vestall lamps defiles . Vp ( thou Alphea ) shew thy pow'r and skill , Reserve thy virgins wholly to thee still , Lend us the swiftest ●…rethusa's feet , To flie Alpheus , make our prayers fleet : And that we may doe honor to thy name , Do thou in Ephesus thy will proclame , That we with nettles may defie his flame . Thus did she feed her thoughts on weak dispair , Sighing her sorrows to the empty air , Repining only that her heavy fate Prest down so hard to make her derogate . Might I ( said she ) Idali●…'s garments wear , I would be glad , would she but hear my prayer , Or Dian thou to whom I am devoted , Admit not my true zeal to be remoted From service thine , if still thy power thou hast ; If Citherea hath it not defac't , Say whether yet he any hath imbrac't . Say whether yet he any hath embrac't , If yet to thee his service be ally'd , Let not his cheeks of any sorrows tast , 'T is pity such pure streams with worse be dy'd ; But howsoe're if happy him be ty'd , And Hymen link him to some other Bride , Let not his name , nor kindred be deni'd . And thus she discontinuing Dian's fires , Vext with excess of heat and love , retires Into the garden , where she takes free scope To vent her plaints , but all deny her hope . Each flowr she sees gives a fresh appetite To that sweet flowr she wants ; there 's no delight , But dreams and visions haunt her in her sleep ; The birds that us'd to sing , now seem'd to weep , And all with heavy voice did seem to move Complaints , and wail for her unhappy love . Nor could she say 't was love did her oppress , Since she was ignorant of what fair guess She was enamored , she saw his face , And knew he was a man , but of what race And name she knew not , nor knew where he dwelt ; ( Oft so for unknown cause , strange pains are felt ) Oft from the garden would she send her eyes , Loves faint Embassadors , into the skies , For help , and oft with shrill complaining sounds , Would weep forth prayers , with which the air abounds . Thence would she unto Venus Altar hast , Where when the myrrhe and odors she had plac't , And mixing plaints with the perfuming flame , Grant me great Queen of Love to know his name . Thence would she unto Dian's Altar hie . And do the like , and thence to Cupid flie , But still return'd inrag'd , amaz'd , unblest , Till fairest Hecate heard her request . Not far from Talmos there a City was , C●…speria nam'd D●…lia's denoted place , Where she a temple had sacred to her , Where of●… unmarried people did prefer Their pray'rs , remoted only for the same , No ●…ymi neall servants thither came Now was the time , when cloth'd in Scythian whites Her Priests were ready to perform her rites ; Her Cups were with ●…asta●…ion liquors fill'd , Her Altar with pale Sacrifices hill'd , That all her virgins came to wait upon her Bearing their ●…estall lamps Diana●…s honor . When Sepha t'wards her temple did repair , Cloth'd all in yellow , whose dishevell'd hair , Stirr'd with the winde , gave a reflective shine , As Iove had tow'd her in a golden shrine . Down to Gargaphia , did she take her way , Fear lending wings , since Love had caus'd her stay Too long , and as she tript o're those fair Lawns , Roughfooted Satyres , Satyres , Nymphs and Fawns , With various colour'd flowers which they had set , Made for her feet a pleasant Carquenett . Her eyes when first they glanc't towards the place , Whither she would , O more than human race , Said she , be thou propitious to me still ; Impute not this delay , want of good will Towards thy holy Laws , and as she prayd , The more she run , the more she thought she staid ; Chiefly for this , when first her tender feet , With gentle motions brought her to those sweet , Those diapred , those rape enamor'd dales , First mother to those cool perfumed gales , Which Zephyrus from flowry Meadows sends , To court Aurora , whose beauty extends ( Like blushing sighs with which women beguile ) Back to the same to grace them with a smile . She heard shrill voices , shrill complaining cryes , The hasty messengers of some dull eyes , Call her to witness with lamenting verse , Like those that use to houl over the herse Of their dead friends , to which as women use , ●…he gives a skreek , women can seldome chuse ; Which skreek , whether it were for strangeness rather ; That all the Silvan dwellers 'bout her gather , Or whether 't was the rareness of her voice , As sure it was , for that O Heav'nly noise , Hath power to lead the wildest rudest ear , Which once those Heav'nly raptures doth but hear , From uncivility , to deep amaze ; But be it what it will , they all did gaze And flock about her , silent , pale , and wan , Till one ( it seemes the chiefest of them all ) began , Hence ugly grief , to which they all agree , Though our King 's gon , wee 'l make our Queen of thee , Then gan they leap and dance , with such delight , Which put fair Sepha into such a fright , That from her eyes she let fall such a frown , That seen of them , they all fell trembling down . Yet such was Sepha's vertue and good nature , That she would not permit the smallest creature , Through her to perish , if from her there came Ought did extingish the desired flame Of life , the same to her own heart return'd ; ●…or with the like desire of Love she burn'd : ●…he would have gon and left them , but compassion Of their then grief , caus'd a deliberation , Half gon she turn'd again , and with her hand Helping them up , saith let me understand , The cause you weep , if it require my art , With you to grieve , with you I'●… bear a part . When one awakened with excess of bliss , ●…ose up , and gan to kiss her ●…ars with this . Nisean Silenus a born of Indian race , Once kept yon hill , you Gaurus was his place , His palace was with palest marble rais'd , Imbrac't with blushing grapes , and often prais'd By those , which never yet the reason knew , For those sweet smelling flowers about it grew . The way that leads you to this more than blest Elizium , was bordred with a nest Of Hyacinths , which now begin to spred Their Amiclean flowers into a bed ; Like that of Lillies , which our Poets say , Leads now to him , instil'd the Milkie way ; There was no path went creeping through the same , Which might delude the most opprobrious name , With , Fallicies , for so they might suppose , The way that leads to honor doth inclose A world of bliss , when each eye hath his charm , The way to honor hath a world of harm . I speak not this to disallow the rites Honoria claims , the self-same way invites As well to honor , as well not to honor , For she hath equall ballance cast upon her ; But to uphold the blest Silenian way , Whose smooth egressions will admit no stay , To those who t'wards Brisean Altars hie , Till they enjoy th' Nisean Canopy : A vale there is , which from a low descent Of a late Hill , did somewhat represent Phlegrean plains , nurst by Meanders waves , Which cut their bedds , and furrow their own graves . This was Nemea call'd , a fertile plain , Bedew'd with blood of Mifian cattle , slain For sacrifice , brought by th' Ismenides , The wrath of just Silenus to appease . Whose angry frowns fright you from that blest vale ; But till you to a far more pleasant dale , Which mounted by two stepps doth yeeld a sight More smooth than glass , more glorious than del●…ght . A heap of Pines there are , which equall range On either side , a pleasant sight but strange , To those ne're saw 't , through which there lye●…a glede , Smooth bladed grass , which shews you the ab●…de Of Bacchus guide , then come you to a Court , Where all the crew of Satyres doe resort ; And with shrill cryes do make his pallace-ring , And Io , Io , Bacchanalia sing . No wall there is that doth inclose the same , T is hem'd with lawrel trees of the bigst frame , And under them there is a bushy hedge Of Rosemary , which cut ev'n make a ledge , For various colour'd flowers his Clients bring , They are the curteous offrings of the spring . In midst of which fair Court there is a Fo●…t , Of Christall streams , where oft a Goddess wont , With diverse Damsels , Goddesses I think , Because their beauty hath such power to link Men to their love , for sure such Heav'nly faces Ne're sprung from mortall ; ne're from humane races●… But be they as they are , in that same Well They us'd to bath , the Statues there can tell , Chlamidias shrines th' are call'd , and strong de●…ence That were erected at her going thence . Which story if you 'l please but to admit And bless the ground so much , as here to sit ( Fair Lady ) 't is not tedious , wee 'l relate The Tragick ends , and tell the heavy fate There lies intomb'd , we will in ev'ry thing Present to you the figure of the spring . Time slips too fast ( said Sepha ) and my way Is long , I cannot well admit the stay To hear it told , but since you say 't is short , I 'l linger time to hear out your report . Then thus : Our God hearing what Heav'nly shapes Haunted those groves , and with what store of grapes It did ●…abound ; said rise and le ts go see , Perhaps it is a dwelling fit for me . Whither being come , and having took a view Of each delight , what pleasure might accrew By dwelling there , said lets begin to build ; The ground is fragrant , 't is a pleasant field With odours drest , Marble shall be our stone , Cedar our Timber , the Foundation On yonder hill , yon hill that will be proud , To be instil'd the powrfull Bacchus shroud . At this the Goddess laught , and in a scorn , More sham'd and ruddy than the blushing Morn Escap't from Tytans arms , doth nimbly rise , While pale revenge sits trembling in her eyes , Ready to ruine those that dare presume To view , much less to touch her hallow'd room ; She girts her armor on , and to her side Her quiver , full of bloody arrows ty'd , In her left hand her bow , and with the other Tearing the grapes from their beloved Mother ; Tramples them on the ground , and in a rage , ( For so it seems no treaties could asswage Her furious wrath ) Bacchus said she , thou Clown So shall I trample thy Imperiall Crown . How durst thou ( vilain ) dare to touch this Isle ? And with thy nasty carkass to defile My holy place ? ( Egregious drunkard ) how Durst thou presume t' offend my Virgin brow ? What recompence art able to bestow ? Or how wilt thou my powrfull wrath o're-goe ? How wilt thou my destroying anger miss ? Or what requitall shall I have for this ? Thy death I will not work lest it be known , I so much goodnesse to thee should have shown In slaying thee , t' would be as bad disgrace , Should it be known that thou hast seen my face . Thou happy of this favour maist rejoice , My damsels scorn that thou shouldst hear my voice , What a vile stain , what laughing there would be , Should the world know I daign to speak to thee . How shall I Combate then ? or thee expell From the society of this blest Well ? See how these Roses at thy boldnes blush , Those flowers dye which thy proud feet do crush . See how the trembling Lillies stoop a low , Grow pale and droop , for fear thou wilt not goe . The Birds no more will sing while thou art here , These silver streams doe murmur plaints for fear Thou wilt their drops defile , the very skyes Since thou cam'st hither have withdrawn their eyes . And since thou hast this flowry place defac't , No more we shall of their sweet favour tast To cherish us , here is a spacious way , Be packing then or at thy perill stay . Vile words against a God , who smiling said ; Here will I live , ●…and thou shalt be my maid : Thy maid said she , to do thee service then , With this weak arm , and these shall be thy men , Sending him showrs of arrows , which invade His Nurses hearts , and there a Tavern made . Bacchus at this grew wroth , his rudy face Where the best beauty us'd to have a place , Grew pale , and pale : Bellona now said he , Be thou propitious to my Sov'raignty . What spitefull God hath sent these mortall shapes ? Wicked devourers of my sacred grapes ; Nor enmity alone against the fruit , Will them suffice , who seek to spoil the root . Fair Girl he said ; think'st thou I dread thy power , Dare mickle Fortune on my pleasure lower ? My Father guides the motion of the year , His dwelling is beyond the middle Sphere . Heav'n is his palace , where his power 's known ; Power waits on him , Elisium is his own ; My mother 's of no base nor mean descent With whom all Graces had their Complement . And though shee 's mortall , yet her pedigree , Portrays in brazen lines her memory ; From worthy Cadmus , whose descent doth spring From old Agenor the Phoenician King . How dar'st thou then revile my holy fire ? I am a God , and can withstand thine ire ? Can these thy threatnings then make me the worse ? Or dost thou think thy arrows can have force To pierce my powrfull skin●… Fond foe forbear , Th' are fit'st for Cupids use , by Styx I swear A secret influence hath my honor sav'd , I have in L●…the lake my body lav'd . This said , his leavy javelin up he takes , At sight of which the fearfull Goddesse quakes , He turns him back to his devoted train In whose each hand a Thirsis did remain , Whose fiery valour never was withstood , Good was their courage , and their valour good . Forbear said he , let not your anger light On these , so far unworthy for your fight , What stain shall we endure ? when it be said , So many Hecatompil●…ns have made War with a silly maid ? what though she strive Through haughty pride our honor to survive ? Vrge not her fight who cannot manage it . Fie , are these subjects for your valour fit ? Forbear I say , and let your wrath be kept , For those who have our ancient honors swept Into a dirty lake ; let it suffice This moutain shall our Orgies memorize . With that another showr of darts she sends From nimble arms , whose multitude extends All o're the Army which our God had there , Enough to move a valiant God with fear ; So thick they came , that like the Ev'ning cloud , Or like an Arbor , or a Leavy shroud Remaining long , they might have caus'd a dearth , They kept the courteous Sun from the dark earth . Go too said Bacchus , let all pity fade , And fight on now , we now shall fight i' th' shade ; Then gan a desp'rate war , but being divine , No harm was done , the greatest harm was mine , Till fair Antigone , alas too rare , Too young alas , alas too Heav'nly fair To leave this haven , exchang'd her mortall hue And leapt to Heav'n , I saw her as she slew . A wound she had , nor was there any place But that alone , but that which could deface Her rudy cheeks , her lips that oft did shove Life to the hearts of those that saw them move , And thus it chanc'd , Haemon the fairest boy Of Thebes City , would go sport and toy With Cupids darts , and Cupid being blind , ( And Love you know when vext is oft unkind ) Pull'd them away , Haemon would him withstand , And as he held , he chanc't to race his hand . This being slighted gan to fester in , And having got a newly welcom'd skin , Began to fester more ; it being small , And of small pain was pitti'd not at all , By him I mean , who as it seems delighted In this new pain ; and that 's the cause 't was slighted●… Now was it grown unto a doubled height His brest within , and with a nimble sleight Began his heart to bore , when he o'recharg'd , Could not suppress that fire which now inlarg'd It self with larger flames ; it kist his heart , And he kist it , like one loth to impart Some serious thought , from his o'reburthened brest , And yet detaining it can find no rest . Have you not seen the H●…liconian spring , Send her beloved streams a wandering The vale below , who ready to fulfill ( Though murmuring for grief ) their mothers will , Glide on apace , yet oft with watry eyes , Look t'wards the place where their blest mother lyes ; While she with crooked bublings doth complain , Now calls them in , then thrusts them forth again . So was 't with Haemon loth to lose the bliss , The pleasing joyes he hop't to reap from this His new intended life , also unwilling To dispossess himself of those distilling And gratefull honours , from Diana came , Due only to the lovers of her name . In both perplext alike he sits amaz'd ; ( Symptomes of Love ) and o're the vaileys gaz'd , Starts up , sits down , admires with foolish joy The fruits thereof , detests as much th'annoy The same ingenders , having 'fore his eyes , The sad examples of the miseries It hath produc't ; Leanders heavy fate , Makes him eschew it now as much with hate , As e're before he to it zealous was , Whose Tragedyes are unto him a glass . In this extreme , what will not Venus doe ? He studies how , and can already woe . Admit said he , the winged boy would send Into this place the picture of that friend , I best could honor , should I be approv'd Or no ? for yet he knew not whom he lov'd ; Or should I chance of that fair chance to chance : Could I in lovers phrase my love advance ? Say Cupid , or if yet thou think'st I cannot , Make tryall , and if too much she disdain not , Thy book I le quickly learn , before the morn Descry our blots , there 's none a workman born ; And at our next encounter I 'l so gain Thy approbation , there shall not a stain , Deface my quill to make my study faulter , Whole showrs of Myrrh I 'l pour upon thy Altar . Thy Altar shall with saffron streams appear , And I with yellow garments will be there ; There will I be to see thy service don , The Oaths betroth'd by thy beloved son , On high Hymerus hil , and ere the same Had flown from Haemons sacred breth , there came A Lady by , nor onely one there was , Yet had there been no more , she did su●…pass All beauties could have come , Antigone Whose face from sable night did snatch the day , And made it day , what need I shew the same ? I know'ts enough , if you but know her name . Antigone came thither , thither came Blind Cupids Love , and there the good●…y frame Of Natures pride , whose beauty can procure Each wink to make , each love spectators sure . Three sisters they , but one of all the rest More fair and lovely was , and far more blest With Natures gifts , and that was only she Whom men alone did call Antigone . Her cheeks bedeckt with lines of Christall veins , Were like that rudy blush Au●…o●…a gains From Tellus breath ; whose odors doe incroach O're flowry fields to welcome her approach . She came with such a Majesty and Grace , As if the Gods in her all-conquering face , Had kept their Parlament , the Milky way , Running Meander-like with crooked stray From her white chin , lead to that hill which yields A prospect o're the fair Elisian fields . Her upper garments were of milky hue , And under them a coat of azure blue ; Some stars of Gold there were , and those but small , Were like the shour Phoebus let on her fall . The blew seen through the white , with that fair showr Seem'd like a cloud that did inshrine a power . Her hair not loose as some do use to wear , Ribonds of Gold were proud to tye her hair , And so delighting held it up so hard , Lovers from favours of it were debarr'd . Each step she took , was like a vertuous way , Or path where her distressed Lovers lay : For as she went casting her eyes aside , Many admiring at her beauty dyd , Of all the gestures that her body had , With one especiall gesture she was clad ; And that was this , oft as thou us'd to walk Into the groves to hear the small birds talk , Antigone thy praise , thou oft was us'd , ( I think by some diviner power infus'd ) To ravish men , often was thou indu'd With that sweet grace which each spectator ru'd , A carelesse winding of thy body 't was Reeling , and nodding as thou by didst pass , Like frisking Kidds upon the Mountains seen , Or wanton Lambs that play upon the Green . Then wouldst thou leap from bank to bank , and rise Th' Iocastaean body into the skies . While Zephyrus better to help the flee , Would flie beneath , but 't was thy Heav'n to see . Then wouldst thou swing abroad thy tender hands●… , At whose pure shine , each eye amazed stands , And with thy finger beck , which gave excuse To lovers , saying thou call'dst , but t was thy use , This Haemon saw , ev'n as the smiling ground , With various-colour'd flowers her temples crown'd ; She crops a rose , and why so did she seek , There was a purer Rosie in her cheek ; But ( Lord to see ) putting it to her nose , What purer beauty could there be then those ? Like Corall held in her most most pure hands , Or blood and sickly milk that mingled stands . The pale-fac'd Lillie from the stalk she tears , Ev'n as the Lillie , so Narcissus fares , Sweet Crocus from his weeping root she twinds And him with his beloved Smilax binds . Nor Hyacinthus must this favours ●…lie , Who with the Cyprian Anenomy . After she had retir'd into a shade , Of these disc●…lour'd flowers a posie made●… Then lying down●… ( for sleep began to play The wanton with her eye-lids as she lay ) She slept ; not seeing Haemon who still kept Out of her sight , or else she had not slept . Then gan the Silvan warblers to renew Their pleasant notes , with all the merry crew Kind Spring affords , each striving best to keep , Their untaught quaver , lull●…ng her asleep . Her Posie to her left hand she convey'd , And on that hand her weary head she laid ; Her right hand had the office to employ A safeguard to her brest , where Haemons eye Stood ready fixt , softly he would have stole The Posie thence , but each wink did controle His bold attempt , at last with ravish'd joy , That Fortune op't to him so fair a way To so divine a mark , he gently laid His trembling lips to hers , and softly said , Ye Powrs be thank't , and if such power ye have , As there 's no power but what is yours , ô save Your servant , ô permit not her disdain , T' acquaint my heart with just cause to complain●… Still let her sleep , rob me not of this bliss , Still let her sleep , e're I this favour miss , Camelion-like I 'l live upon her breath , It Nectar is , and will preserve from death . With that she wak'd , and seeing there so nie , An unknown guest , she rose and gan to flie Abash'd she would have spoke , but too much fear Caus'd it so softly that one could not hear Whether she chid or no , Great Queen said she , Who art rewarder of Integrity , Let me not be defil'd ; this Haemon heard , And would have answer'd , but he was debarr'd . By her ensuing voice which might inflame Cold Neptunes bosome , if but heard the same . She views him well surveys with curious eye His face , * who with like language doth reply , A face she saw , the face she sure had known But that she did compar 't with was her own , Of beauty pure , too pure she thought it was , To be the picture of a humane face , Those speaking looks , that Grace and Majesty , Far better would befit a Deity . To whom she said , but what I must omit , Since I am ignorant , nor is it fit , To let my thoughts into those secrets pry , which they deny , For had she not been curious of her will , She n'ere had whisper'd , n'ere had been so still . But Haemon thus , Lady your looks a Tragick tale unfold , I fear the end before I hear it told , Why should you tremble so ? or be affraid Of him in whom your power is display'd ? Remit this boldness that I did intrude Into your sacred Grove , ô fair exclude Not my complaints from your still honor'd praise , Lest sable night give period to my dayes . Peace said Antigone , shall ev'ry grove , Where babling Echoes dwell witness your love ? So much I heard , and saw her prettie look Shew him her face in which there lay a book By Cupids finger wrote , while he o're joy'd , Kist as she spake , and with her ribonds toy'd : He took her by the hand and softly crusht Sweet balm from thence , at sight of which she blu●… He would have sav'd the same , but of it mist , She would have spake , but as she spake he kist . Then met his hands about her tender wast , So Iupiter when Danae he imbrac't , And such like toyes they us'd as lovers use While a pure kiss ( as if they would infuse Into each others brest their souls ) was given , For Haemon vow'd by all the Powers of Heaven , No impious thought that honour should molest , Which was ingraven in his loyall brest . And that he was from all deceit as free , As he desir'd to finde Antigone . Goe then said she , 't is but one lingring night , Our bodies part , but ah , they parted quite . For she towards Diana took her way ; Where then in Camp Dianas virgins lay , Ready to give our God their strong assault , Where she was slain , Oh , 't was her Haemons fault , For he belike that Cupid had implor'd Which some call God , that favour to afford , Through his beloveds brest with his keen dart , To make an easie passage to her heart . Which Cupid to fulfill did open lay A hole through which a Iavelin took his way . At this she starts , revenge my death she cry'd , Haemon my love , Haemon farewell and dy'd . At this disaster Dian did repine , Hold , hold said she ( Bacchus ) the battle 's thine . The hill I 'le leave , yet e're I take my way , Permit that I by yonder spring do lay My Virgin dead , which yeelded , there she laid Her corps , and over them a Statue made ; It stood upright , and looking t'wards the East , The blood ran trickling down her wounded brest , And on each side her sisters statue stood , With weeping clothes wiping away the blood . This being done Diana left the place , Fears making furrowes in her virgin face , Her Sisters left to let her body lye , But since their Statues did accompany Her tomb , they took their way , having don this , To yon Casperia where her Temple is . Now Tytan weary of that sable bed Night did him lend , towards Aurora●…led , When Haemon weary of slow-footed hours , Oft wisht the morning , which come , each cloud lowrs●… The windes spake loud , and little birds were mute , For Sol had cloth'd him in a mourning sute , The morning wept , but what it might foreshow Haemo suspected not , sweet Winds did blow No more , the Powers themselves with heavy eyes Gave a consent to weep her Tragedies . Straight to the place appointed there to meet , He hi'd , time lending wings unto his feet , He calls his love , Antigone he cries , Why art so slow to meet him who relies Vpon thy faith , more than upon his own ? Then speaks unto the Trees , have you not known Which way she went ? or hath she not bin here ? Is she too slow ? she is too slow I fear , Himself replies , and like a Tiger flees , With raving eyes , enquires of all he sees . The fairest Rosie that the garden bred , Saith he , hath now forgot the Mother bed Of its first birth●… I feare it hath been pulld By some unluckie hand , whose drops have lulld It in a bath of Mildew , or hath been , Cause of mishap , cause of some deadly sin , Else why should Phebus shame to show his face ? And creep behind a cloud , lest some disgrace Should taint him of conspiracy ; or why Should Coelum's vesture yeeld a Sympathy Of griefe ? or why should shrill complaining cryes Of Ecchoes strive to peirce the Azure Skies ? Wherefore do little Birds forbeare to sing To Amphiluche , and her praises ring Along the vallies ? Why do Lillies fade ? Or why do Roses yield a ruddy shade For their late sickly leaves ? ther 's some mishap , Hath sure enforc't the Fatall Nymphes to crap Their still still brittle threads , the virgin signe No more I see's belov'd , but doth repine , The custody thereof for thrice five years , And that 's the Infants time ; the Cypresse fears To bud , lest in pale hours it should be torn , And cropt lamented Herses to adorn . What this Eclipse , what this cloud might presage , This blushing Earth presenting now a stage , I cann't conjecture , unless it should be A Theatre to act a tragedie . With these , and such like words , he vents his Soul , Of those o're burth'ning maladies , and foul Conjectures , which such torments did in●…lict Vpon his heart , enough even to convict Him of a sincere love , which like a wind , Hurries him to the Spring , there there to find His Mistris statue , O unhappy eyes Of mine , said he , that view the obsequies Of my dear love ; what did not Haemon say ? He beats his brest , endeavours to allay His scorned life , and from his head he tears Whole handfulls of his hairs . ( Ye sullen Gods ) what mov'd you to divide Her Soul from hence ; distracted Haemon cryde ? Seek'd yea for some revenge ? t is true alas , Because her vertues did your vertues passe . Ye Fatall Nymphs that hurry on the threads Of our weak lives , and cut it in the midds Of our best time , what moved you to be So envious against Antigone ? But since your Powrs have made me so accurst By her sad death , ye Powrs now do your worst ; Yet help me first to weep before I die , For my Antigone an Elegie . With that he took his pen , and having wrote Her heavy dirge with a lamenting note , He laid him down upon her Tomb , and praid , Then with a Sphear a speedy passage made Towards his love , ev'n to whose throne he cryd , Make room for me my love , so sigh'd and dyd . At this mischance the Fatalls did repine , And turn'd his blood into a Columbine , Which still retains his nature , in three days , It gains its prime , and in its prime decays . His body then reposing on her urne , The Gods did to a Marble statue turne , Whole head upon his weary hand doth rest , And looking stedfast on her wounded brest , Surveys the blood , that blood with watry eye Which leavs her brest to turn t'a Tulippie . So Haemon t'wards Elisium did flie . But e're he went he left this Elegie Vnder her feet ingraven , on which be The lively praise of dead Antigone . Ravisht with Necta breathing from those dales , Where Zephirus in all his worth remains , I past th' Arabian desarts , and the vales , And thence I jorney'd o're the Scythian plains , I jorney'd thence , and in Diana's bowers , My eyes bedew'd me with distilling showers . I sate me down to think upon my loves , The thought of which proceedings made me weep , Vntill the warbling chanters of the groves Lull'd me into a sweet and pleasant sleep . Me thought I sported on th' Are●…dian mountains , And then I sate me by Minerva's Fountains . Sitting and musing by those silver streams , Where babling Ecchoes whisper'd forth my mone , As if awakened from some glorious dream , The Muses shew'd me on a marble stone , Character'd lines of gold , whose triple layes I coppi'd out to prattle forth their praise . Aspire to honour her whose glories such , Nature hath given that artificiall face , No Muse nor Goddess can delight so much , Excepting her who is her chiefest grace ; Oft so the Dove a whiter Turtle brings , And from the self same root , a fairer flower springs . Some say the fairest Cupid being mov'd , Mourn'd as he went , and thinking on her ●…pin'd , Intirely seeking , seeking her he lov'd , Till too much gazing on her made him blind , He call'd her Vesta , and to prove the same , Erected up a Trophee to her name . Durst I but tell the world how much I love her , Omitting nothing that I could express , Rapt in those Heav'nly joyes that seem'd to hover , Only to crown her with their sacred bliss ; Too long I should upon her praises dwell , Hymnes are unworthy of her worth to tell . Symethis shows how far her voice exceeds Musicall charms , whose sacred breath doth sink Inchanted hearts , and where it stayes it breeds The sweet Nepenthe which the Gods do drink . Having their love , they make her what they can , Equall to them , too Heav'nly for a man . Many that view her sweet Elisian face Admiring stand , as if some silver hook Ran from her eyes to tye them to the place , Tempting the Gods to read the am'rous book Her cheeks inclose , while every wanton air , As proud to kiss her , sporteth with her hair . Sestos injoy'd so beautifull a Lass , Me thought her equall could not eas'ly be , If yet with Hero she compared was , 'T was not fair Hero that 's so fair as she , Her face bedeckt with beauties sweet adorning●… Exceedeth far the blushing of the morning . Yet see how Fate hath stole her Soul away , And wrapt it in the fair Elisian rest , Slow time , admit me here no longer stay , Till blest with her , I never can be blest ; Receive dear Love into those Azure skyes , This soule who whilome to thy bosome flyes . So much for this now for the cause we weep , ( Fair Lady ) know Bacchus is fall'n asleep . The nature of the Spring we have declar'd , So have you of Dianas battell heard ; At this she sigh'd , and as she gently praid For some revenge , the Satyres grew affraid : The winds spoke loud , Dian in choler burn'd , And each of them cleaving to trees , she turn'd To Ivie , whence it still is twinding found , And Bacchus nurses are with Ivie crown'd . Thus Fortune , ( whose continuall wheely force , Keeps constant course , still keeps unconstant course ) Bequeath'd her harme ; and Se●…ha with amaze , Tript o're the plains towards that sacred place , Casperia nam'd , and as she thus did hie , Trust me Arcadius came riding by , He look't on Sepha , oh what good it wrought To her , who with her earnest eyes besought , One ravisht word to ope those lips , but they Lurk●… still in glorie●… garden as they lay . At this she sigh'd , ô how she sigh'd at this , Farwell said she , and if I needs must miss Of these fair hopes , yet shall my tender mind Accuse thee not , thy horse did prove unkind , To carry thee so fast ; thu●… with this thought , And such like meditations , she was brought Vnto the Temple now with Roses strew'd , Then to the altar with sweet balm bedew'd●… Where when the Rites and Ceremonies done , She read this superscription was thereon . Those that Idalia's wanton garments wear , No Sacrifices for me must prepare ; To me no quav'ring string they move Nor yet Alphaean musick love , There 's no perfume Delights the room , From sacred hands , My Altar stands Void and defac't , While I disgrac't , With angry eyes Revenge the cryes Of you who to my Altar hast , And in my lawes take your repast ; Pursue it still , the chief of my pretence And happiness , shall be your innocence . After sh'had read what vile reproach and stain Her Queen indur'd , what just cause to complain Hung on her brest , by an aspersion thrown Vpon her Damsells glories , and her own , She sighes , and through enough and too much sorrow , Disdaines to live , for true love hates to borrow Art to bewail mishap , and as she fainted , Alas too much unfit , and unacquainted With grief , she sighing said with swelling eye , The root depriv'd of heat , the branches dye . Then gan her sense to play the Tragick part Of Fate , and Atropos joy'd in her art . Each thing she saw ( as all were proud t' advance Themselves to her fair eyes ) now seem'd to dance , And turning round , the Temple where she stood , To her wet eyes presented a pale flood . While she with scrambling hands seeking to take Hold lest she fell , fell down into that Lake . Where strugling still , with many pretty dint Her curious hand did give the earth a print , For Sepha's sake , which print the earth still keeps , Of which wee 'l speak a while , while Sepha sleeps . A foolish Prince ( not wise because he vow'd Virginity to dwell within a cloud ) And so much honor to her did ascribe , Many had thought he had receiv'd a Bribe To vaunt her praise , and Laurellize her name , His mouth and he were Trumpets to her fame . I say a Maiden Prince was lately there , Whose custome was twice five times ev'ry year , Cloth'd all in white , and stain'd with spots of black , A yellow ribond ty'd along his back , To offer Turtle doves with silver plumes , And strew the place with Aromātick fumes . He was a Prince , born of a royall blood , And being nobly born , was nobly good ; Nor onely good he was , but stout and wise , ( Save that this fond opinion vail'd his eyes , ) Else he in ev'ry action was upright , And free from vice , as sorrow from delight . Of Courage good , for valour oft had bound His Temples up , and them with Laurell crown'd . Beauty lay lurking in his Magick face , Worthy of praise since it chose such a place ; Those ruddy lips , those cheeks so heav'nly fair , Where Love did play the wantou with his hair , Did witnesse it , and witnesse this his line , I found ingraven ore his golden shrine , By some beloved hand , whose pen doth speak , ( Though willingly his praise alas to weak . ●…o here he lies , inshrind with his own s●●e , Whose virtu●…'s gone abroad to tell his name . This Prince returning home by those dim lights , After he had perform'd the sacred rites Of his pure zeal , for night came peeping on , Whose sable face had thru●… the weary Sun Beyond the Northern Pole , whether it was To hide her fault , and bring his end to passe ; Or whether t was to view his sacrifice , She stealing came , or t' keep him from the eyes Of those destroyers tha●… about did gather To steal his life , or hast distruction rather , To me t is not reveal'd , but sure it is , To sure alas , Conspicuous fate was his . Could Heaven permit the deed ? or give consent , ( Who should be just ) to the accomplishment Of this nefarious act ? could Phaebus eye Be dazled so , or yield a sympathy To this rebellious inhumanity ? Better had he renounc't the vowes he made , And spent his days under some gloomy shade ; Better had he in flowry fields abide , And lead his flock by purling Rivers side ; Better had he bestrid the fomy waves , Where Pactolus his weary body laves ; Yea better far he nere had been allide To Dian's Laws far better had he dy'd . And die he did , did death commit a sinne ? No , yet when first his arrows doe begin Vntimely death to force , t is often said , His sulphur breath hath the sweet spring decaid . He was but young , the girdle of the year , By which our humane actions do appear , And so we live and dye , had nere imbrac't Thrice three times twice his young and tender wast , Scarce could he stand upon the joyfull ground , And crop those blushing cherries which he found Vpon their infant trees , yet envious eye , Conspir'd to end his perpetuity . And thus it was , as young Eramio came From Dians temple ( for so was his name ) Amissa , who had oft desir'd to free Her brest of that hell-knawing jealousie By her conceiv'd , for this Amissa had Bin with the beauty of Eramio clad , In a supreme desire towards his love , Oft with her letters did she strive to move , With Cupids lawes him to retain alliance , Till he , who scorn'd obedience gave de●…iance . This could not cool that hea●… which had inspir'd A longing hopes to that which he desir'd , She sighs , and weeps ; she sighs and laughs , she cryes , And in a rage doth heave towards the skyes Her feeble hands , she studies how to tempt Him to her lure , ( lovers are oft exempt Of modesty ) and in a rage doth go Towards her inke , ( as lovers use to doe ) And frames this letter , which I chanc'd to meet , Ah me , t was young Eramio's winding sheet . Amissa to Eramio . I Heard how elder times enjoy'd the bliss Of uncouth love , Fame the Historian is , Men whose heroick spirits scorn to bend Their gallant necks to any servile hand , Whose beauty could command as noble eyes , I , and as many as these Azure skies E're shew'd thy face , to view with a desire Their glorious parts , and viewing to admire ; Yet these in whom each God have plac●…d an eye , To make a shrill and pleasant harmony Of all their glories in one sound alone , Yet these so far have their affection shown , With sword and lance to make their faith approv'd , Though as thy self not half so well belov'd . How canst thou then disdain this humble ●…ute Of a pure love ? how can thy pen be mute ? Many detesting love●… and scorn his name , Yet with their pens will certifie the same By answer , that they may that harm prevent Of future hopes , for Silence gives Consent . Shall still unkindness overflow the brim ? Leander did to fairest Hero swim , But I must come my self , and void of good To strengthen me , must make my tears the ●…lood , And when I come , thy Tower so fast is barr'd , Thy supp●●●ts weak complaint will not be heard ; What is the cause thou dost affection scorn ? Shall base contempt those lovely browes adorn ? Am I too mean ? look what I want of i●… , So much my loyall love shall make me fit . Let not thy thoughts accuse me cause I sue , For true love clad with vertue needs must wooe ; Nor let thy Answer show I am refus'd , But use me now ev'n as thou would'st be us'd . Amissa . This mov'd Eramio much , who ( worthy Knight , ) As ignorant as free from Loves delight , Like purling Quails , who ev'n now are secure , With pleasant tunes are train'd unto the lure Of the deceitfull fowler , so was he As this his Answer will a witness be . Eramio to Amissa . ( FAire Queen ) that favour which you pleas to give To my unworthinesse , shall make me live Renoun'd , when so much love you do bequeath , Blown by the bellowes of your flowry breath , Shall fold me in your armes , do not conceave T was scorn , or want of love that made me leave My Answer untill now , Amissa no , And 'mongst your other vertues please to know , T was that excessive humble love I had , That would not linke your honour to so bad , As your Eramio . This faire Amissa saw , what sweet content To her it brought , let those whose time is spent On Cupids Study know , the same I leave To them alone , let them alone conceave . It was not long ( though lovers think it long ) E're young Eramio went , ( new love is strong ) To see Amissa , where ( 't is open said ) There was a private contract 'twixt them made ; This being nois'd , ( as Fame will quickly spred ) Amongst his friends , how fondly he was led By loves Alarms , with letters they did strive Dianas holy fiers to revive Within his brest , and that to love alone , From Venus free , whereof this letter 's one . Fluentus to Eramio . BE not so serious , striving to commend The blaze of Beauty , sometimes let a friend Partake of your well tuned notes of worth Which solely to your self you warble forth , In some retired shade , do not adore A boy for God , let others harms before , By his deceit , make you at last be wise , It was for something Cupid lost his eyes . Love is a thing deceitfull , and will charm , The wounded heart unto a further harm , Such are th'allurements of the boy , to stain The vertuous mind and make destruction plain . What desp'rate ends to many do ensue , And in their blood their guilty hands imbrew , To thee 't is known , let them a warning move , If thou desir'st continuance of our love . Fluentus . Even this Eramio read , and being mov'd , In that his friends despise him cause he lov'd , In loves excuse whose arrowes he did kiss , He sate a while , and then returned this , Eramio to Fluentus●… RApt with Ambrosian favours of her love I well may serious strive , when Tempe grove Delights so much to whisper forth the prayse , Of my sweet love , with Heliconian lays . How can my Muse be dumb ? or cease to sing Of faire Amissa ? when each silver spring And cooling arbor to report her fame , Dictates my Muse in ecchoing back her name ; If she but daigns to beautifie the aire With her sweet breath , her golden knotted haire Receives a thousand complements of love , From wanton Zephirus , enough to move Conceiv'd delights , so joys he when he finds How much her Nectar-breath perfumes the winds . If she but coverts in Pathimne bours , To hide her from those sweet distilling showrs That come to kiss her from their cloudy throne Of vapour'd mists , those Pearls finding her gone Lament and die , when they have lost the sweet They mist , yet some will stay to kiss her feet . Why will you then disswade me from that chase I have begun , when ev'ry private place Records her praise ? nor think I am so stupid In stead of higher powers to honour Cupid ; In all things ther 's a mean , I will be warnd By others harms , for since I have been scorn'd By some , the next shall teach me to be wise , And shame mishap ; poor Cupid lost his eyes , By gazing so much on the love I honour , That all the eyes he had he spent upon her . Glad is Amissa when my Muse repeats ●…er friendly looks , and then again her threats , ●…Gainst those that bid me cease to tell her blisses , Sweeter than life , and half so sweet as kisses . ●…f therefore serious friendship may advise you , On still , for if you cease , your love denyes you ; And if another chance to see her face , Take heed , t will draw him on to win the race . Eramio . Which when Fluentus read , and fully found The depth of his affection , and his wound , This he return'd , Fluentus to Eramio . REceive with this my thanks , and prosp'rous fa●…e To your proceedings , love instead of hate , Kindness for coyness , Venus sweet embrace , And Iuno's kiss , with all the pomp and grace That Hymen can afford , then joyfull I , Will come and sing your Epithalamy . Thus far my wishes , but if counsell may Be took as kindly , boldly then I say , Trust not the winds , they are as false as fleet ; As fleet as am'rous , kissing all they meet , Without exception : Be not credulous , What Groves doe whisper is suspicious ; Ask but Narcissus , and he will declare , Eccho's a wanton , onely empty air , That doth but mock , the mists you say that meet To court your love , do but bemire her feet , And not adorn them , Temp , and the groves Are now forsook of shady leaves , and loves ; Flora for shame resideth in the earth , Vntill the Spring doe give her a new birth . In speculation of your Mistris eyes , If Cupid lost his sight in any wise , Beware of yours , for so it well befits , Lest with your eyes you also lose your wits . Cupid they say's a God , and dares commence A sute with Iove , Apollo had no fence Against his weapon ; Thus conclude I then , If Gods do fail , there are no hopes in men . Reflect on this , you say you have bin scorn'd By some , therefore take heed you be not horn'd By others , for this Proverb is both known And true , an evill seldome comes alone . Run not too fast , although you see her face , ( Love will beguile , Iove did a cloud imbrace , ) Lest when with pain you traverst have the ground , You win a prize is better lost than found . Fluentus . Eramio stood amaz'd , so quick a change Should hurl about occasions to so strange An intercepted plot : O Heav'ns said he , Can this delusion spring from Amity ? From enmity it comes , Fluentus knows A true affected heart admits no shows Of wav'ring thoughts , to cloak a reall sign Of occult things , of harmonies divine : The world I know , ev'n as the dwellers use it , Is pregnant full of sinners that abuse it . But let them live , while I in faith involv'd , Fluentus , doe by this make thee resolv'd . Eramio to Fluentus . REports of Gratulations to retain Me for your vowed servant are but vain , For prosperous gales may drive me more your debtor Through Neptunes fomie floods , to love you better For this pretext , Epithalamium like , The mirror of which influence doth strike , That Epithesis to my humid sense , That young Leander like , I banish hence Foolish dispaire , when such an easy price , Favour'd by love , may win a merchandise , Richer than Cholchos pride , such power and force , Have your Platonick lines , to make a course , That once seem'd tedious , when it was begun , Pleasant and short to those that needs must run . Thus far my thanks , your counsell being had Kindly , and seriously , of one as glad As may be , when he finds a friend will say , And botch his lines , to make an hower a day ; Trust me the winds are not so false as fleet , Nor amorous , nor kiss they all they meet Without exception , those be foolish winds , Which Bore●…s like blusters on all it finds . There is indeed a breath that takes delight . With his obdurate busses to affright Chaldei met , come from Lavinium dales In love's disgrace , but these are not the gales My Muse reports of , t is a pleasing aire , Which only sits , and nestles in the haire Of my dear love , which like a feth'red rain , Circuits the Globe and thither comes again , Witness the heads of those Aeolin streams , Whose bubling currents murmur forth the dreams Of Nymphs , and Satyres , which acount the groves The ardent Salopia for their loves . Ardent Narcissus mist the love he sought , Yet , foolish boy , what ere he wisht he caught , He lov'd himself , and when himself he misses , The eccho's mock him for his foolish wishes , ( Amidst such Hero and such ●…hisban choices ) Thrusting him farther with their wanton voices , To deeper griefs , mounted on th'highest tops Dispair could grant ; those clear and silver drops , Which only lingred time to kiss she sweet , The innocent , the pur●… , and heavenly feet Of my faire love , amaz'd him to behold , For what they touch't they straitway turn'd to gold ; For shame Queen Flora daigns not to appeare , Abash't to se●… a fairer Flora here ; Nor Cynthia did more chastity embrace Than she , nor Venus a more lovely face , Whose radient eyes that kindle Cupids fire , Are Cos amoris , whetstones of desire . Then strive not this intire knot to undoe , For I can love thee and Amissa too . Eramio . This by the one wrot , by the other read , Stopt Letters mouthes , and sudden Parly bred , In which dispute Eramio did haste To publish proofs , but in his proofs was cast . O dear Fluentus , said Eramio , In whom my soul revives , by this I know Thou art upright ; so will I be upright , No more the wicked boy shall taint my sight With his deluding parables , I hate His idle lawes , and at as high a rate Esteem Diana's worship , as before I ever did , and her alone adore ; And will you then neglect that lovely chase , ( Fluentus said ) you so much did imbrace ? I will said he , and if Eramio live , No more I will my youth and honour give To foolish love ; Idalia's son I bid Thy laws adue ; and so indeed he did . Which when his love , the faire Amissa knew , How all her wished joys abortive grew , She watch't a time , even as Eramio came From sweet Casperia , Dian's sacred flame , And there by force , love conquering did move her , By force to make Eramio her lover . Eramio starts , mistrusting even as reason Her self would do some new intended treason . What cause said he hath urg'd you to this plot , Against my life , ( ye men ) I know ye not ? About to strike , the faire Amissa cryes , O ●…old thy blow , for if thou strik'st she dies Whose death thou seek'st . And came the cause from thee Eramio said ? let this thy glory be Thou worst of Women , that thou hast receiv'd Thy death from him , whose hand hath thee bereav'●… Of a polluted soul ; when thou shalt come , 'Fore Rh●…damanth there to receive thy doom For this last act , lament thy self , and houl , In that thou hast been tainted with so foul An ignominious stain ; could thy base hear●… Permit fruition to this dev'●…ish art Of base conspiracy ? O hel-bred evill ! Hatch't by infernall potions of that Devill Father to thee , and thine ; had I suppos'd , So faire a frame as thine could have inclo'd Such hatefull guess within , or had I thought Thy often flatt'ring messages had wrought By that black art , from which this harm proceeds , Or such faire beauty could have mask'd such deeds , Long since thy soule to that black Cave had fled Of envious night , and I snatch'd from thy head Those glorious Anadems thou us'd to wear , Chaplets of curious flowers I did prepare For thy bewitching browes , O how I hate My wicked star , my too too envious fate ; I hate the time that did induce desire Of love , I hate the fewel caus'd the fire , I hate my eyes too credulous and kind , To thy false heart , that strikes thy beauty blind . And which more honour from thy brest discovers , To give example to young foolish lovers ; I vow by heaven , and all the powers there be Therein , I hate my self for loving thee . His words half spoke Cyandus daughter cryes , Is this the meed of zealous love ? and dyes . For young Eramio in this plot deceav'd , Vp from the ground the massie stone had heav'd , Borne by the fury of a Tyrannous spite , And as his present anger did invite , Hurl'd it amongst them , heard you not the sounds , Of strugling vialls powring from their wounds Consumed oyle ? Amissa's feeble heart Paying untimely death for his wish't dart Its purest streams , but lo a sudden change , Wrought by inspired miracles doth range There deep amased eares , amidst the throngs Of their shrill cryes were heard Elisian songs , Like those when Iove his Ganimed had stol●… , Gr●…nting a pleasant convoy to her soul . Her soul and body gon those Heav'ns to grace , As too too worthy for this sordid place ; Her heart to manifest the cleer complection Of her upright , of her unstain'd affection , Was metamorphos'd to a Diamont , Which so th'afflicted lover did affront With visions , dreams , and such like signs , to move A good conceit of her unspotted love . Hold , hold , said he , let my revenge alone , The Gods have wayes enowe , if once but shown , The time will come , when V●●us will inspire Into each scornfull brest tormenting fire , By nought to be extinguisht , for I know , If Poets can divine , it must be so ; It must be so , and those who now deride Her holy laws , and have too much reli'd Vpon the foolish worships of the Queen Of Chastity , whose power is still unseen , Ev'n as I am , so will I alwayes pray , Shall be perplext a thousand times a day ; This hand , ( curst be this hand , and every hand That rescu'd me , and helpt me to withstand That glorious yoke my neck should daily move Vnder Amissa's too respective love . ) This hand no more shall sprinkle the persume Of Frankinsence , in Dian's hallowed room , But if it ever an oblation make , To any Altar , or doe e're partake In any solemn sacrificers vow , More zeal and honor shall appear in mine , Amissa , it shall be upon thy shrine . These words were stopt , by Menothantes Father , Who to revenge his Sisters death , but rather To quit his stock of an abusive crime Was laid upon the Worthies of the time , Suppos'd , though false by him , ( whereof you have In this portraite a Copy , which I leave To your chast eyes , in hope you will permit A charitable censure over it , For sweet Eramio's sake ) old Pae●●s son , Striving to perfect what he had begun , ( To which his bloody heart had bin inur'd ) With his invenom'd dart a death procur'd To young Eramio , who sighing said , See , see , unhappy fate hath me betraid . But while speaks , he to Amissa goes , Invokes the powers to pardon him , and throws His body on the blood-besprinkled ground , Where , when distilling tears had washt her wounds , Ay me , said he , that this doth us betide , So kist into her lips his soul , and dy'd . So much the Cretan lad , with weeping voice Had told , and was about to tell the rest ; But lest said he ( Ladies ) the heavy noise Of her mishap , should your chast ears molest , A while give respite to my tongue , that I May gather strength to end her Tragedy . Finis Libri Primi . SO far my Childish Muse the wanton plaid , To crop those sweets the flowry Meadons bore , Pleasing her self in valleys as she straid , Unable yet those lofty hills to soar ; But now her wings by stronger winds aspire , In deeper songs to tune her warbling lyre . For what before her infant brain declar'd , Was but a key to tune her quav'ring strings , Allwaies to have her Instruments prepar'd To sing more sweet , when she of Sepha sings , Who from above , even for her virtues sake , Will shrill my sound , and better Musick make . Now let me tell how EPIMINIDES , With weeping voice , and penetrating eyes , Reviv'd the Ladies , who themselvs did please●… By purling streams to wail his miseries , Who , while the Meads with his complainings rang , Wiping his eyes , these sad Encomions sang . THE HISTORIE OF ARCADIUS and SEPHA . Liber Secundus . I Told you ( Ladies ) if your tender hearts Admit attention , while my tongue imparts Such heavie newes , how young Eramio came With yearly incense , to the hallow'd fame Of the Alphaean worship , and how fate Abridg'd his life with nights eternall date . I told you also ( leaving her asleep ) How Sepha's eyes ore-charg'd with tears did weep , And as she swounded how her curious hands Did give the earth a print , which print still stands , To keep her fame alive , but what it was , Through too much grief my to●…gue did overpass , As fit'st , it seems , to be inserted here , That as my heavy story doth draw neer Towards her end , so her immortall praise , Rap't in her sweet Encomions may raise Conjugall tears from each distilling eye , Whose praise and fame shall them accompany With her harmonious voice , I mean the love Her soul will powr upon them from above . And that her eyes may make all sighs the fairer , Her soul will smile to see the love they bare her . The spices which Eramio had strew'd About the altar , her wet eyes bedew'd With sorrowing tears , which daily they did cast Vpon the same , and made thereof a paste ; Like those congealed clouds which some have given A glorious title , call'd the walls of Heaven . So Sepha falling , fell upon the same , From whose fair hand that fair impression came , By some swift Savo call'd , for many say From thence Campanian a Savo took her way , And there it is where each Campanian maid , For yearly offerings her vow hath paid With the Medean draughts , t' revive the fame Of Sepha dead ; Savo from Sepha came : But that 's not all , the print whereof I spake , Though some affirm 't is , yet 't is not a Lake . For if the spices which Eramio cast , Dry'd up her tears , and thereof made a paste , How can a Lake ensue ? but this is sure , There was a corner of the altar pure From any blot , on this Eramio laid His Aromatick spices as he praid . This being turn'd into a past by those Distilling eyes ( which dying seldome close , ) The palm of her fair hand did gently press The yeelding paste , and as she up it reard , Like a triangled heart the print appeard , The fingers standing just upon the heart , Presented Cupids shafts , which he doth dart On simple souls , from whence ensues the bloud , The blood being gon , came that ●…am●…anian flood ; Thus palm and fingers having shown the love By ●…upids net intangled , strait did move T'another form no figure there was seen , While yet they gaze upon 't , the place grows green ; At this they stare , at this a flower up-starts , Which still presents the form of wounded hearts . This being seen by Nymphs that haunt the Springs , Each took a slip , it to their Mansion brings , Where being set , it 's now in every grove , A pretty flower , and call'd the L●…dy-glove . Now let me tell of Sepha , and her hap That did ensue , while she in Fortunes lap Lies lull'd asleep , ( sleep had her sense bereav'd ) ( And chie●…ly for the love she had conceiv'd Of her Arcadius ) bethinking hard , Either he is of charity debarr'd , Or linkt t' anothers virtue , and surmising Hee 's not to be imbrac'd●… waking and rising , She found her self by him to be imbrac't , Who , being present at her fall , did haste To hale her breath again ; those eyes that wrought Confusion first , now more confusion brought ; Having Arcadus kist , she thinks some dream Deludes her wandering sense , in which extream Rapt with conceit of this her present good , Her greedy eyes with ardent wishes woo'd , That Heaven , in which her present hopes remain'd A worlds continuance , and she had obtain'd What she desir'd , had not the winged boy Vnbent his bow , with period of their joy . Yet something to her hopes he did admit , To whet the heavy sacrificers wit ; While young Arcadius with trembling hand , Felt how the pulse , as if at Deaths command , Sounded a loud Alarm ; fair Heav'n said he , In whom all grace and vertues planted be , Why will you suffer that a infernall hound ? To dare to come , to give this heart this wound ? Vse that celestiall power , the powerfull Gods Have giv'n , that grief and you may live at odds . I know those eyes , one wink from those fair eyes Have power to banish hence all miseries Are incident to man so rare a gift Did nature find , when onely but this shift T' amaze spectators she for you had left , For know when Nature fram'd you she befreft The world of all perfections , to make You of divine , and Heav'nly good partake , As well as humane , that there might agree In you , of every grace a sympathy . So said , the blushing damsell with delight Of this new friend , did with her eyes requite His too soon ended speech , O Heav'ns she said , That have respect to me unworthy maid , And daigne this good to me so oft desir'd , Direct me so , that e're I have expir'd This perfect bliss , and am depriv'd the same , I may enjoy the knowledg of his name . Grant this ( ye Gods ) to me , impatient , till I know his naame , his Countrey , and his will . Then did she pull her scarf from off her face , And putting by her hair with that sweet grace , That Venus us'd , when to Adonis eyes She did expose her love , Sepha did rise With such sweet looks as cannot be exprest , And said , these favors Sir , and sigh'd the rest . Well , thought Arcadius , something there remains , And t is some weighty cause that it detains , ( Grant Heav'n ) that as I hope , so it may prove , By her unpollisht sentence to be love . For he in dreams and visions oft had seen A Lady , who for him alone had been Tortur'd a thousand wayes , with blubbred cheeks , She oft had said , receive her love , who seeks No other life , than for thy owne deserts T' enjoy thy presence , and admire thy parts . She being now recover'd sate her down To view Arcadius , whom the Priest did crown With wreaths of Lawrell , which he alwayes wore For the upright affection that he bore . Then to the Altar went he , where he praid , While Sepha overcome with passion , said , So loud that he might hear , were I the Saint To whom he prayes , sure I would hear his plaint . At this Arcadius look't upon her lips , And blest them that they let that message slip ; Then with his pure devotion onward goes , and on the Altar throwes A winged heart , which lately he had got For sacrifice , about the heart was wrote These next insuing lines . The purest peice of Mans delight , In whom his life , and Love consists , Whose softness keeps from gloomy night , Which nought can peirce , but Amatysts●… Is here presented on thy Throne , Bedew'd with tears of faithfull vowes , Presenting thee what is thy own , The best to please thy virgin browes , To fan thy face with her cool wings , And fly the faster as she sings . Which I by chance , The better hi●… sad story to advance , Have Copi'd forth ; about the wings there was Some other Lines , which I will not let ' pass , That ( Gentle Ladies ) ye may not have cause , Of his devotion to detract th' applause . Fly swift my thoughts , and through this sacred fire , That by those sweet distilling drops above , So may I live , and scape the Dart , And flourish like those Flowers it fills First let V●…luptas weep , C●…st●…lio●… liquor 's free , ●…'re I forsake Or yet deny Mount up to her , ●…et her to me retire , She may infuse to me religious love , While her sweet breath saivs up my heart , With Nectar sweet , which one frown kils , And Gloria fall asleep , Medea bitter bee , Thy praise to make , Thy ●…i●…tie . These and the like Arcadius presents , Mingled with deep , and choice perfuming sents Of many bitter sighs , he turnd him round , Salutes the Priest , the Altar , and the ground Whereon it stood . then to faire Sepha turns , Who while her heart with strange affection burns , Meets him with nimble eyes , he gently bends A Trembling Cringe to Sepha , who attends With her impatient eares that happy houre , When the wish't Sun shall show that gracious flower She loves unknowne , till a sigh doth bewray , As if the prologue for a following play , These next ensuing words , and such they were , They did requite the time she stayd to hear . Harpoc a●…es may clame a vow I made , ( Faire Lady ) under his beloved shade ; When my insipient years too too blame , With rash attempts to Lauralize the fame Of ●…upids power , invested that disgrace , Which still should be a shadow to my face . Then , cause one way did lead to both their Towers , He took hir Magick hand , and with whole showers Of tears first washt them , then with a faint kiss , Dri'd them , and walking homeward told her this . The story of PHAON and SAPPHO . In Lesbos famous for the comick layes , That us'd to spring from her o'reflowing praise , Twice famous Sappho dwelt the fairest maid Mit●…lin had , of whom it once was said Amongst the Gods , a sudden question was , If Sappho , or Thalia did surpass In Lyribliring tunes , it long remaind , Till Mn●…mosyne the Mother was constrain'd , To say they both from her begetting sprang , And each of th' others warbling Lyra a sang . There was a Town in Lesbos●… now defac'd , An●…issa nam'd , by Neptunes arms imbrac'd ; There Sappho had a Tower , in it a grove Bedeck'd with pearls , and strew'd about with love ; ●●u●…othean●…branches overspred the same , And from the shadowes perfect odors came . To dress it most there was a purple bed , All wrought in works , with azure mantles spred , The tables did unspotted carpets hold Of ●…yrian dyes , the edges fring'd with gold . Along this grove there stealing ran a Spring , Where Sappho tun'd her Muse , for she could sing In golden verse , and teach the best a vain Beyond the musick of their sweetest straine . Here while she sang , a ruddy youth appear'd , Drawn by the sweetness of the voice he heard , Sing on said he ( fair Lady ) let not me , Too bold , give period to your melody . Nor blame me for my over bold attempt , ( Although I yeeld of modesty exempt ●…n doing this ) and yet not over bold , For who so hears the voice , and doth behold The lips from whence it comes , would be as sad As I , and trust me Lady if I had But skill to tempt you with so sweet a touch , Assure you , you your selfe would doe as much . She answers not , for why the little God Had touch'd her heart before , and made a rod For one contempt was past , she view'd him hard , Whose serious looks made Phaon half affeard She was displeas'd , about to goe she cryes , Stay gentle Knight , and take with thee the prize , To thee alone assur'd ; the boy look'd pale , But strait a ruddy blush did make a veil T' obscure the same ; while thus he panting stood , A thousand times he wisht him in the Wood From whence he came , and speaking not a word , Let fall his hat , his javelin and his sword . She being young , and glad of an occasion , Stoopt down to take them up ; he with perswasion Of an half shewing love , detains her hand From it , and with his fingers made the band To chain them fast , ( now Love had laid his scean ) And draw'd the tragick plot , whereon must lean The ground of all his Acts ; ( great Deity ) When thy foreseeing nove-sight can descry Things which will hap , why dost thou train their love●… With pleasant musick to deceitfull groves ? See how the love of some with equall weight , By vertue poiz'd , live free from all deceit , To whom thou help'st with thy beloved darts , And link'st their true inviolable hearts , Why deal'st not so withall ? are some too hard ? Or hath inchanted spells their heart●… debarr'd From thy keen shafts ? you Powers should be upright Not harm●…ull Gods●… yet thou still tak'st delight In bloody ends , why did'st not wink at these ? And send thy shafts a thousand other wayes That more deserv'd thy anger ? or if needs Thou would'st be doing , while thy power proceeds In lofty flames one flame requires another . Why did'st thou wound the one , and not the other ? For ( Lady ) so it past between the lovers , That after little pause Sappho discovers Those kindled flames which never can expire , But his contempt adds fuell to her fire . Immodest Girl he said , why art so rude To woo ? when vertuous women should be woo'd , And scarce obtain'd by wooing , O forbeare , Sweet Sappho cry'd , if I do not prepare A just excuse by none to be deny'd , Never let me — so sate her down and cry'd . He mov'd for pity more to see her tears , Than toucht with any loyall love he bears , Sate down by her , while she dispairing , laid Her eyes on his , her hands on his , and said , Ay me , that a herbs for love no cure afford , Whose too too jealous actions will accord To nought but semblable desire , that lost , What pain more vile than lovers that are crost With hopeles hopes ? they say'ts a b God that work●… The same , but sure some Devill t is that lurks His opportunity how to destroy , And tear the Soul from her aspiring joy . Now to prevent occasions that may fall , Is serious love , which will all harms appall , Neglect whereof by many is deplor'd , Ay me ! that herbs for love no cure afford●… Now for the fault wherof I am accus'd , O blame me not , for 't is no fault I us'd ; For if affection spurs a man to love , ●…Tis that affection needs must make him move His sute to us , and wee , when we affect , And see the like from them , seem to neglect Their scorned sute , but so our frowns appear , Mixt with a faint desire , and carefull fear It should displease them , that we may unite , A carelesse love , with an intire delight . Again , when men doe see a curious stone , The onely hopes of their foundation , How often doe they slight with scornfull eye , Neglect , disgrace , dispraise , and spurn it by ? The more to move and stir up an excesse Of disrespect , and make the value lesse . Even so we handle men , who still endure A thousands deaths , to train us to their lure , And were we sure they could not us forsake , Wee 'd dally more , even more delight to make . Even so as men are caught , even so are we , When we affect those that our service flee ; What kind salutes , imbraces and constraints Ought we to use ? lest our untun'd complaints Vnpitied die , and we with sorrows scope , As free from pleasure die , as free from hope . Thou art a stranger Pha●…n to this place , But I have known thy name , and know thy race , a Eumenion stories do thy honor tel , Istria Eumenion knew thy Parents well , Whose Fathers head upheld the weighty Crown Of Illyris , which none could trample down , Though many envi'd , free from harm he laid His bones to rest , with whom the Crown decay'd . Now fate to shew a modell of her power , On thy Illyricum began to lower ; Thy b Houshold Gods , acquainted with the cryes Of thy decaying subjects , cast their eyes This way , and that , t was yours O Gods to bid Deniall to sedition that was hid In Catelinian brests , and to surcease The period of your domestick ease . In this uprore ( what fruits seditions bring May well be guest , for every one was King ) The better sort prepar'd for thee and thine A waftage over the beloved Rhyne To Lesbos this ; thou hadst not long bin here , But private envy did thy walls uprear , And did beguile to all posterity Thee of thy glory , and the Crown of thee . These things thy houshold Gods ( to Lesbos brought ) Foreseeing good , have for thy own good wrought , That thou maist gain a greater Crown than that Illyrius had , and be more honor'd at Those Festivalls , when yearly thou partak'st Of Triumphs , which to Chimney Gods thou mak'st . This was a work divine , and happy too , ( If any happiness from grief ensue ) That thou wast here conceal'd , for many vow'd , And thundred forth the fame thereof aloud , Of thy ensuing death , while thou wast still In pupill age , and knew'st , nor did'st no ill , But 't was the Providence of you that dwell In lofty Heav'ns ( ye Powers ) and to expell All harm from him who must your Lawes maintain , That when his perfect strength he doth obtain , He may reward their deeds that envy bred , And maugre those that to rebellion led . Here wast thou brought , here hast thou daily staid , And ( while thy better subjects sought thee ) plaid Beguiling time away ; perhaps you 'd know , What mov'd the powers to permit thee so Vntimely ruine , know they did anoint Thee King of famous Lesbos , and appoint This means alone to make their power approv'd , And bring thee here of me to be belovd . To this faint speech he intermission made With heavy sighs , and then ( fair Lady ) said , The Heav'ns have rob'd me of succeeding bliss , And hid me from those means to grant you this I most desire , behold my love I dye , My trouled soule methinks doth seem to flye Through silent Caves and Fields , two pleasant gates Ope wide to take me in , wherein there waits A Crown of gold , neither by arm or hand Supported , but of its free power doth stand , Now sits upon my head , these things I see , And yet I live , can this a vision be ? About to stir , O stir me not he cries , My feet stick fast , Sappho farewell , and dyes . While yet he speaks , my Parents wayward fate , Must be accompanied with the date Of my despised life , a fearfull rind Of Citron trembling redd , doth creeping bind His not half closed speech , his curled hair , Which gallants of his time did use to wear Of an indifferent length , now upward heaves , Towards the skyes their gold re●…ulgent leaves . Sappho at this exclaims , laments , invokes No Power nor God , but seeks by hasty strokes , As a fit sacrifice unto her friend , From her beloved brest her soul to send . A while she silent stood , belike to think , Which was the safest way for her to drink Of the same cup her Phaon did , at last ( As evill thoughts will quickly to one haste ) She saw the Spring that ran along the Grove , 'T is you fair streams must send me to my Love . Behold , dear Love , with what impatient heat , My soul aspires to mount to that blest seat , Where thou blest sit'st , stretch out thy sacred hand , And with safe conduct draw me to that land , That we may taste the joyes the vallie yeelds ; And hand in hand may walk th' Elis●…an fields . This said , she turns her face unto the Tree , And kissing it●… said , if thou still can'st see , Behold how irksome I enjoy that breath , Which still detains my meeting thee in death : With that she saw his sword , which she did take , And having kiss'd it for the owners sake ; Salutes her brest with many weeping wounds , Then casts her self into the Spring , and drown'ds . There is a Hill in Paphlagonia , nam'd Cytorus , whither this mischance was fam'd ; My self was present there when many rude , And base untutur'd peasants did intrude Into our a games , they were , as since I heard Those base insulting Traitors , that debarr'd Wendenlands Crown from righteous Phaon's browe , These ( cause the Gods had quit them of the vowes They made to work his death ) with open cries , Proclam'd their thanks , and sent them to the skies . But Venus , who in constant love delights , And ev'ry perfect amity requites , Exil'd their joy , each one perceives their arms To branches grow , each one partakes the harms Of their deserts , b a tree there is which bears His summer hue , and it in winter wears , To this she turns them , that continuall green Might manifest their never pard'ned sinne . This done I saw a Knight of courage bold , Cloth'd all in argent armor , strip'd with gold , Who vow'd , the death of one of us should pay For her mishap , to crown the heavy day With Anadems from his victorious hand , I too too over forward , did demand What was the cause ; discourteous Knight he said , Dost not repent thee that thou hast betraid That honor'd Lady ? while I ignorant Of what he meant , he said t is not the want Of Launce , shall keep thee safe , till I have shown Thy just revenge ; so threw away his own . But with his sword he taught me what to doe , And I my self had sword and armor too Ready to answer him ; the fight was long , And had been longer too , till I too strong , With an unlucky blow , ô wer 't ungiven , Betraid his life , and sent his soul to Heaven : T was ●…lphitheon , who of long had lov'd Sappho , now dead , whose sute I oft had mov'd In his behalf , now hearing of her fate , Either increast in him suspitious hate T'wards me , or furious else did frantick strike , Amaz'd , unkind to every one alike ; Dying he knew me , and bewaild his losse , My friend Arcadius said he , the crosse Of this my present state , ought not to be A blot to stain our former amitie I die , let my remembrance have a place In thy just heart , it shall be no disgrace . Though envy stole my sense , ô 't is no blot , No fault at all was mine ; I knew thee not When here I met thee first ; My dearest friend , I die , love the remembrance of my end . So said , he went away , while I distraught For grief of this inhumane wicked fault , Vow'd never more to move a Ladies heart Nor for my self , nor for anothers part . Arca●…ius ceast , and Se●…ha's turn was now . Who said ( belov'd and worthy Knight ) that vow You eas'ly may infringe , and yet be blest . A rash conceit was never held the best . You say it may be , and it shall be so . Arcadius said , chiefly for that I know When virtue , beauty , and intire delight , Our nere dissolv'd affection doe unite The fault appears the less the glorious eyes Of the All-seeing power do despise Continuall grief , a and ●…ove himself erst whi●…e Carousing bouls of wine is seen to smile . Fair Lady know , as yet to me unknown , Your beauty and your virtues have oreslown My willing yeelding sense , a secret fire , Continually increasing through desire To honor your admired parts , doth move , By nought to be extinguisht but your love . b Love is a thing full of suspitious care , By every churlish winde blown to dispair . Silent Canius dy'd for love , not known To her , who did his pure affection own . I therefore ope my heart before your eyes , Not doubting but you 'r kinde as well as wise ; Not doubting but you 'r wise as well as kinde . Fair Sepha said , your worth I know may find Far better Ladies , that may more content Your love than I , and then you will repent You of your deed , which still will you mole●…t , A rash conceit was never held the best . Though all the beauties in the world were one , Said he , and I by right might seize upon The same , yet would I for thy vertues sake , Aspire no better fortune , than to make Thee my beloved wife , * where ere thou art , What ere thou dost , the Graces grace impart To thy sweet self ; this hair , this lovely hair , If loose , as thou dost often use to wear , Ostends thy freer beauty , or if knit , It shews rare wisdome is inclos'd in it . In fine they are the chains that link desire In ev'ry brest , and kindle Cupids fire , For which soever way thou dost them wear , They fetch thee honour , and thy honour bear . To me she said you please to speak the best , O thought you of me so I should be blest , Not that my fond conceit desires to bee Linkt with each pleasing object that I see , But of a long retain'd affection , I Desire the bonds of perfect amity ; And since you please to honor me so well With common friendship , that in all should dwell , Tell me the name of that thrice blessed place Injoyes your presence , and from what blest race You draw your line ; me Arathea claims Said he , my much unhappy Parents names , Were Capaneus , and Evadne , they Of good report and noble progeny , My Father , led by just revenge , was chief Of those that wrought distressed Thebes grief , Who having wed my Mother then but young And of a pleasant face , whose Parents sprung From Iuno's brests , unto those wars was call'd ; Where after many skirmishes befall'd To him this sad mishap , when various fights Had clos'd up many with eternall nights , He furious , and impatient of delay , Resolv'd a quick dispatch , and with that day To end the wars , a Ladder he devises , Of cords compos'd , by which he enterprizes Apparent means to scale the walls , but lo , About to clime , some wicked hand doth throw A stone upon him ; yet I 'l clime he said ; But while his soldiers c●●e unto his aid , For all their hopes upon his worth reli'd , He gave directions for the wars and dy'd . My Mother too too heavy for his harm , Did help his wounded body to unarm , When all his friends to honor him the more , Were present , and his ruine did deplore . a But while the fire consumes with greedy flame His ●…lesh , my Mother runs into the same ; To shew when virtue shrines an upr●…ght heart , Death never can united honor part . In this Campania where my Castle stands , I was instructed by the carefull hands Of Callias , till understanding bad Revenge be done for wrongs my Parents had . I mov'd the wars afresh , what means I made , With all-perswading reasons to perswade The soldiers aid , is this O You , said I , belov'd for upright wayes , And fear'd of all for valour that obeys Your conqu'ring arms ! I purpose not to add Words to your virtues , nor my speech to cladd With flattring robes , my just revenge shall cause A triumph for that never scorn'd applause Of your victorious fame , which daily mov'd Towards your names , O you so well belov'd ! Your noble friend my Father , to whose shrine You pay your yearly tears , is now divine , He sorry for that harm which would betide Your never conquered arms i●… that he dy'd , Dy'd loth to leave you , now there is a time , To heap revenge against them for that crime Those Coward traytors acted , when they slew Your noble friend my Father ; let us view The cause that moves us to display our war , O is 't not meritorious , and far Beyond the price of their despised blood ? Your wisdome knowes your losse , our cause is good ; Too good alas for them , I know your love Still , still , remains alive , which makes me move Those val●…ant hearts which alwayes you injoy'd , To seek revenge 'gainst those that have destroyd Your noble friend my Father : This , o this Makes me require your help , nor greater bliss Can to your dying tombes more honour gather , Than to revenge your noble friend my Father . O you so well belov'd , I need not show The sloth●…ull Thebans fearfulness , you know The manner , and the matter of their war , How through disorder , and discord they jar Amongst themselves , your swords their Towers shake At the remembrance of your names they quake . When in the skirmage you your valour send , To court their necks , and shew their lives their end , Bethink you for whose sake you fight , and let His wonted valor and remembrance whet Your all-commanding swords , what greater gain Than their subjection can you obtain ? Honor from thence will spring , their wealth & glorie●… By you enjoy'd , will fill your famous stories With never-dying fame , and for your merit , Your Sons shall everlasting praise inherit . We for revenge , renown , and amity , Our wars display , they but for liberty ; When we have girt their City with the choice Of Martiall men , then shall we hear their voice Come creeping to us , but our ears are stopt From Traytors mouths , till we have overtopt ( For justice sake , on which we have reli'd ) Their weighty sins , and high aspiring pride . O you belov'd of all , t is not a cause Of little worth , nor only for applause I move you to this War , survey your hearts , There see his tomb , his wounds , and his deserts Ever to be admir'd , your noble freind My Father , whose too too unhappy end Requires their blood●… desires no greater bliss , Than to present his joyfull soul with this . These and such words I us'd , with me they swore To fetch the glory which the Thebans wore , And plac't upon my Fathers tombe , to crown Him with Heroick conquests , and renown . With me they went , with me they overcame The Thebans pride , and brought with them their fame . Detain'd at wars , I saw you not , till late Returning home , my ever happy fate Blest me to hear your voice ; My nimble Steed To gratulate my labour with the deed , So well belov'd ( as if he knew my mind ) Lost me , that you fair Lady might me find . At this she smiles , while his lov'd tale goes on ; Now since it is your chance to light upon What was ordain'd your own , debar me not That service from , which is my own by lot . While I infolded in your love declare Those sweet contents in Venus pleasures are . a For who with more delight can live ? What are Those joyes that may with these delights compare ? She blusht and said , for e're she spake she blusht , Then from her sweet , but angry lips there rusht This angry speech , ( beloved Sir ) I owe More inward zeal than yet I will bestow On your lascivious love , and being near Her Talmos , flung away , and would not hear His quick-prepar'd excuse , who over-waid With death-tormenting grief , look'd up and said , Shall these contempts ore-rule thy virtuous will ? O Sepha , knowest thou whom thy scorns do kill ? Well she goes on , nor looks behind to see The fruits of her disdain , his Amitie , But hasted home , by fond suspition led ; ( So Arethusa from Alphaeus fled ) Till to her chamber come , she unawares , ( Beginning now to be perplext with cares ) Look'd from a window , from a window spy'd Her fair Arcadius dead , even then she cry'd . Her nimble feet had not such power to bear Her half so fast away●… as now her fear Returns her to him , ready to complain Vpon her fate , her tender eyes doe strain Balm to bedew his cheeks , till a sweet kiss , ( It seems beloved better than that blisse The Heav'ns bestow'd ) recall'd his sleepy eyes , Who opening first , straight shut again and lyes Clos'd in her arms , as if nought more could grace him , With greater joyes , than when her arms imbrace him : At length remembrance ( usherd by a grone ) Proclaim'd his life ; and am I left alone ? He said , then op't his eyes , whose fixed sight Not yet from deaths imbracings free , did light Vpon her face , about his voice to raise , Soft kisses stop his speech , those past he sayes , Yee Gods , whose too too hasty shafts have strook Beguiling joyes into my eyes , and took My heavy soule from that thrice blessed place Where Sepha dwells , who must Elisium grace , What yeelds this Heav'n ? O would I still might live , Her presence yeelds more joyes than Heav'n can give ; Invest me with all pleasures that you please In Heav'n to have , with Canticles of ease That follow pious soules , they nought will yield To me but grief ; while o're th' Elisian field , And gloomy shades , continuall steps I take For her safe wastage or'e the Stygian lake . These words he spake , taking her face for Heaven , ( In whom the Powers , all powerfull grace had given ) Where still he thought he was , while Sepha griev'd , With cordiall water from her eyes , reviv'd His not yet living sense , with greedy eyes He views her face , who with this speech replyes . To me 't is strange , that you ( within whose brest Such rare undaunted strength and wit doth rest ) Through foolish grief should yeeld your sacred soul To Charons boat , who shall your death condole So slightly caus'd ? shall I ? beleeve me no , I 'le rather seek some noble means to show How much you strive with faint tormenting mind To raise that heart wherein you lie inshrind . Should men dispair for once or twice refusall , Few men would speed , for to our Sex t is usual ; And often , words outstep the carelesse lip , Which past , repent that e're they let them slip . Now let this message in thy bosome light Arcadius , thou art the sole delight Of this my wretched life , for thee I live , To live with thee , to thee my love I give . Preserve it then so worthy to be lov'd , That of thee alwayes I may be belov'd : Let no lascivious thought pollute the same , Which may increase a scandall to my name , But with unstain'd desires let me be led By Hymens rites unspotted to thy bed . Have you not heard young lambs with wailing cries Lament their dams departure ? who still lies Vnder the sheerers hands ? with discontent Thinking them dead , their sudden death lament ? While they to hinder the bemoning notes Get up , and pay their ransome with their coats . Even so Arcadius with attentive●… care , Observ'd each word her heav'nly lips did spare , Still fearing lest some various conclusion , Should draw his life to sable nights confusion . But when he heard the full , Ladies I know You can conceive what streams of joy did slow In his still honor'd brest , he nimbly rose , Conjur'd the Air to keep her message close From babling Ecchoes , to her self he vows An amrous kiss , and she his kiss allows . He crav'd remission for his faulty words , Now askt , and straight remission she affords , And binds him to the limits of unstain'd Desire , and with her golden tresses chain'd His heart from all deceit , with such pure grace , As ought in ev'ry lover to have place ; To Talmos she ( proud of her prize ) him ledd , ( For know fair Sepha's parents both were dead ) Where entertain'd with many royall sips He drunk full boules of Nectar from her lips . Time hasty to produce the marriage day Of these impatient lovers , hy'd his way ; And Sepha after many sweet imbraces , Fraught with conceit , and stuft with interlaces Of their ensuing pleasure , did permit Arcadius departure , who unfit For any service , but the winged God , To Arathea went , and as he rode , Oft blam'd orehasty time their joy t' undo , But prais'd him for the sports that should ensue . Now was it when the fraction of the day From sable night had made Aurora way , When a I , ambiguous of succeding fate , Forsook my native countrey for the hate 'Gainst me conceiv'd , me a Minos Country bred Whose hundred Cities with amazement led Each eye to view their pride ; My Father old , And I a pretty stripling , did uphold The staffe of his declining age , with care I cherisht him , and did the burthen bear Of his domestick ployments , now it was , ( When all his businesse through my hands did pass ) That once he sent me to attend the sheep , Where Woods sweet chanters summon'd me to sleep : Within a Cave of Par●…an stone compos'd , I laid me down , I laid me down , and clos'd My duskish eyes , sure some inchantments kept The same with Magick spells , for there I slept Whole seventeen years away ; awak'd at last , I got me up , and to my home did haste , Not knowing so much time away was sled , I call'd my friends , but ●…o , my friends were dead . This known I left b Minoia , and spent My dayes in Rome , not caring where I went , Nor what I did ; nor there I long remaind , Cause more mishap was to my life ordain'd : c Mugiona stands pointing to a way Call'd d Appia , through which my journey lay ; Nor many dayes were spent before I came Vnto that Town which e Sora hath to name ; And there a while I staid , a while I strove To kill those griefs , which never ceas'd to move A desp'rate end , for that unwisht mischance Still gnawing on my soul , about t' advance My sword towards my end , ô stay a while A voice bespake , let not thy wrath beguile Thee of succeding joyes ; amaz'd I stood , Not knowing why to save , or spill my blood . My eyes could shew me nothing , but my ears Granted a convoy for the sob'd-forth tears Of a distressed Lady , what mishap Hath Fortune more , said she , than to intrap Our joyes , and cut them off ? the voice did guide Me to a little grove , wherein I spi'd A wretched Lady with torn hair discover , ( O're the dead corps of her beloved lover ) Th'irreparable loss , and hatefull breath , She did sustain through his untimely death . Agast she trembled , and with liquid eyes , Sent with her lovers soul into the skyes , Prayes that her end may with his end appear , Or here to have him , or to have him there . A while I stood , either with fear o'regon , Or else with grief not able to go on , Till she with sword tug'd from his wounded brest , Made passage for her souls eternall rest . I hi'd me to her , but my steps were lost , The wound was given ; saith she , since we are crost●… Of Terrene pleasures , and those joyes do miss , Our soules shall wed in Heav'ns eternall bliss . I striv'd to stop her blood , but she deny'd That any favour should to her betide , Since she was cross'd in all designes , and said , If the entreaties of a dying maid , Sir Knight may move you , grant this last request , With your own sword give period to the rest Of him who did my Delithason slay , O're yon ambitious hill he took his way . I vow'd their deaths revenge , withall desir'd , Since she would die , before her life expir'd Its glorious date , t' acquaint my pitying ears With her sad story , while whole shours of tears Imbalm the body dead ; alas said she , You cause me to renew the grief must be My pasport to his foul , then faintly rais'd Her weary head : For ever be ye prais'd ( Ye Powrs ) that grant me liberty t' unfold Our Tragick ends , and then this story told . The Story of Delithason and Verista . Not far remote there are four little lands , Rul'd by that a God , who girts them with his hands ; b Statinae call'd , in these my Father dwelt , Whose alwayes scraping , but nere fill'd hand felt A mean of Fortunes good , ( whether by Fate , Or fore-ordained to expire the date Of my distressed life ) to me●…t's unknown , But wealth ( with which those Isles have ever flown ) Heap'd to his hands a still encreasing croud Of gilded pills , those riches made him proud . Amongst the other fortunes that he had , ( O whether shall I term it good or bad ) The Heav'ns assign'd him me , Verista nam'd , Who yet but young , a false report had fam'd Rare beauty of me ; this , ô this declar'd , Draw'd many Princes that the same had heard , To try the judgment of their eyes , which fame By some confirm'd , this Delithason came , ( Not like a Prince , as like a Prince he might , Because he was a Prince ) but like a Knight With Sword and Lance , but first I 'd have you know My Father amongst many had a foe Of Gyants race , whose heart enur'd to wrong , To rapes , and base oppressions had long Appli'd his strength , and now to torture more My Fathers brest that life might give him o're , This quarrell pick'd , he came and did demand Me for his wife , and cause we did withstand His wish , with kindled rage from Pluto's Cell , He shakes his dangling locks , and down to Hell A journey takes , a Erinnis he implor'd , And all the Furies which he there ador'd , T' assist his new found plot , nor yet in vain They adde their help , with fire they rent in twain A Town my Father own'd , the dwellers there Affraid of death , t' abolish quite their fear , Plastred the walls with brains , their limbs bestrew'd The blushing streets with streams of blood bedew'd . To this he adds a mischief worse , and throwes Blasphemous oaths , on which he did repose , Vp to b Saturnus son , c the sacred stones , On which the people laid oblations , He hurls about the Temple , from the posts The gold he tears , and in his mischief boasts . By this my brother , guided by the cryes Of conquer'd sounds , came staring in , and spies The honors of Celestiall Gods defac't , A sling he had , and from that sling did cast The over hastie stone , and though he well Could use his sling , yet did his art excell In managing his sword , now heav'd aloft , Threatning the Gyants death , said he , how oft Shall I be vext with too too partiall eye Of thy outrage ? perish with this and dye . His speech scarce clos'd , d Marfilos smear'd with blood , A colebrand snatcht wch . by the altar stood , And sends it to my brother , 't was espy'd By Delithason this , about to slide Along the Air , with Lance he stopt his hand , And sent his soul to that infernall land , Where ghosts with hideous cries indure the right Of their deserts , cloath'd in Eternall night . Thus Delithason by the clamors call'd , And by the Gyants death the same appall'd ; Restor'd to every man his own , the rather To get ( the seldom got ) love of my Father ; Who nothing thankfull for so great a favour , Gave thanks indeed ; but with so rude behaviour , That nought was heard but sighs and pittious moan , How to regain the harm to him was done . I must said said he , omit the charge I us'd In keeping house , by which I have abus'd My quite-consumed stock ; I must omit The courteous entertainment that is fit For worthy guess , and so to end the strife Of sleeping age , with a retired life ; To this the Prince , ( whose ever piety Still lent discourteous acts a noble eye ) Sayes , aged Father your declining head Should scorn to be to base Rebellion led Against the Lawes of Hospitality ; Decrepit age should on the good rely Which she hath done , not on her present wealth , The souls decay , opposer to her health . O whither shall I turn ? assist me now Ye ever helping Powers , let not a vow So firmly made before your holy fires , So eas'ly be infring'd ; but who aspires To mount the chariot where the glorious Sun The orb surveys , with pride shall be undon . And shall I silent dye ? Shall this exile From hopes , the pure bond of my love defile ? Shall my desir'd desires with horrid sound Of a faint heart increase m'increasing wound ? No , Love must fear no harm , he is not fit T' enjoy Loves fruits , that hath not firmly knit A resolution to his hopes , and ty'd Himself , though oft , yet ne're to be deny'd . Father , the wings of ever warbling fame Exempt alone , chatter'd the glorious name Of your Verista's beauty , 't was my chance , When ev'ry Eccho did the same advance In lofty tunes , to hap into your fight , And being greedy of so great a sight , Gave period to all hopes of other beauty , And did besiege her heart , 't is now her duty My pleasure to obey , for Hymens lights Have linkt our hearts , with honour of those rites To Lovers due , be willing then to it Since Fate hath stop'd all means the bond t' unknit . But if you will not , if you will persever In hatred to those Princes , that endeavor To bless their happy lives in blessing her ; I say again , if still you will prefer Your will before all reason without reason , As hitherto you have don , there 's a Season Call'd quiv'ring winter , with his milky bride , Will freez your honor , and abate your pride . Imperiall I , in fair Zephire sit , Whom wealthy Caria bounds , and brags of it , There slowes that paltry gold so much I hate , I think the more t' impare my quiet state . Luxurious brat , and enemy to wealth , My Father said , th'hast got the Crown by stealth , With it Verista's love , and do'st thou think My Daughter shall of that stolne honour drink ? First let my hands imbrew their wrinkled skin In her false breast , first let the spoyle begin Vpon my off-spring , can thy boasts assure her ? Or the bare title of a Crown procure her Contented wealth ? Say , can so great a name , As Queen of Caria wipe away the blame Of disobedience ? or release the oath Of duty ? or of zealous care ? or both ? Which she ( when subject to my tender rodds , ) Made in the presence of the better Gods ? Here Delithason staid his speech , too late , He said , you vent your nere consumed hate . The Gods observe your deeds , and though a while They slack their vengance , t is but to beguile The Offenders with false hopes ; so said , he turn'd His head about , and on the Altar burn'd Prepared Incense , strait the Altar brake In twain , and after a fierce Thunder-clap , Sweet Musick breath'd , in which a Chanter cry'd , Thy time 's expir'd , and thou art deifi'd . Amaz'd the people stand , nor yet to whom , They can conceive this prophecie should come ; No●… I alas , no , nor my feeble heart , Fore-thought of this , of this untimely dart , For so it hapt , a Marfilos had a son , ( From a corrupted spring ill waters run ) Who ( wicked ) at his fathers death repining , Iust as the Sun was to his bed declining , Observ'd when I and Delithason hy'd T'wards his Zephire , ( for being denide My Fathers Blessing , privily we got Away , when careless he observed not ) And passing through this wood , this Bloody wood ( A closet for those that delight in Blood ) The Gyants son a twinded Iavelin cast , And made this wound you see , that don , in haste Knowing his dart this spotless heart had sped , Vnto his home , his fathers den he fled : About to tell the rest she stopt , and dy'd , When I by vertue of my promise ty'd , After I had repos'd them in one Vrne , Towards Statinae did my voyage turne , And ( lest too long I should delay the joy , Hasty Arcadius wishes to enjoy ) Stuft up with Ire , I did not long pursue His steps , before at him I had a view . Ho! villaine stay , I cry'd , receive the meed , The Gods alot thee for thy wicked deed , Stay Murtherer , thy haste shall not prefer , Injustice before right , stay Murtherer , While yet I spake , my Lance his shoulders caught , My Sword beguild him of his head , and taught This lesson to the world , th'allseeing Eye , Le ts not apparent wrongs unpunish'd dye . My vow dissolv'd , I bent my course again Towards a ●…b●…lla , whose high walls disdain A rivall in their prid , there is a way That leads thereto , by which a medow lay , In it I saw a Knight of Silver hew , With sword , hold a stout Combat against two Of fiery looks , I hy'd me to the sight , Either by force or Treaty to unite Their various minds , but what can words prevail , Where bloody resolutions do assail A spotless minde ? no time they would admit , Through hasty fight , t' inquire the cause of it . A while I view'd the Combate , till the Knight In silver armor on the neck did light Of one of th' adverse side , who unacquainted With such rough complements , fell down and fainted . So done , he said , by all the Powers that dwell In lofty thrones , thy valour doth excell Thy neighb'ring Princes , but thy unjust cause , Repugne against the splendor , and the lawes Of Martiall discipline , content thee then With this , thou art the happiest of men In that th' hast scap'd revenge to traytors due , Do other matters cause thee to pursue This spite , besides thy false suspect ? or can Thy ever-stain'd affection ( which began And ends with lust , not love ) enchant thy sense So far with stupid blindnesse to commence Hatred for this ? withdraw thy self and yeeld To me thy life , thy weapon , and the field . So shall my arms with amity imbrace Thy neck ; where else 't will shew thee thy disgrace . No sooner said , but we might hear the sounde Of trampling horses beat the tender ground For swifter speed now to us seen , and now Dismount their Steeds , and to the adverse bow , Pardon said they ( great Prince ) that our neglect Infring'd the Laws of our indeer'd respect . But when they saw his armor stain'd , and view'd , His dead companion with blood imbru'd , They re-amount the nimble Steeds they rid , ( For Marble look'd not paler than they did ) And to the silver Knight their anger bent , Who with excess of bleeding almost spent , Held up his hand to me , to me he said , ( For they were three ) see how I am betraid With these unequall odds , no more you need To move me up I said , fear not , proceed With your own hands to lacerate in twain Their conscious hearts , to me your prayers are vain . I am too weak to shelter you from harms , Though arm'd , yet I 'm unskill'd to use my arms , But what I am I 'm yours , with that our swords We drew , and blows supply'd the want of words . While he ( most noble and most valiant Knight ) Each blow he took , each blow he did requite With treble use , awhile they hold us play , Till overcome , their lives did end our fray . This done , and all things hist , I thought it good To stop the conduits of his flowing blood , When mounted on our Steeds , with gentle gate Riding toward●… his home , he did relate The tragick story thus ; I am said he Arcadius , and yonder Towr you see●… Is mine , this Prince whom now we slew , Hearing what pure unstain'd affection grew 'Tween me , and one nam'd Sepha in her heart , He came , and did prescribe a double part : On this our quarrell grew , and what success In it he had , your valour will express . Not I , said I , 't was you your conquering hand , Your cause , your sword , your strength that did withstand Their greedy hopes , the Gods do close their eyes From impious vassals , and exclude their cryes . And since you please t' intitle me your friend , O let my willing service you attend , And what you think will magnifie your name , Withall conceive me ready for the same . 'T was Summer then , and having cur'd his wounds Call'd out by th' noise of his pursuing hounds , We gallopp'd o're the plains , now by a Wood Our way we took , where purple statues stood , O blesse me here he cry'd , and softly said , Inshrind in these four pleasant Nymphs are laid . Then by a Tower , in this said he remains The fairest flower , the pride of all the plains , 'T is Sepha's house , the Goddess of my heart , In whose fair cheeks , Love with his golden dart Sits sporting , dasht with a Vermilion dye , Th' are like the blush came from Endymions eye , When twin-born Cynthia to suffice her will , Had courted him on sleepy La●…mos hill . No sooner said , but Sepha said 't is true , If lik'd of you , for Sepha lives by you , And spying me she blush'd , lovers doe so , For conscious minds appear by th'outward shew ; All salutations past , she led us in , Where first our root of ruine did begin : For such firm bonds of constant amity , Had link'd Arcadius loyall heart to me , ( Which by our outward actions was not hid , For never two lov'd better than we did ) That she perceiving how he stood inclin'd , The more to please and gratulate his mind , Vs'd me with courteous terms , he discontent , ( Suspition is a tryall eminent Of true affection ) thought some new-born love ' Twards me increast , her tender heart did move As Helen did to Paris , took occasion , T' assist her loyall love with this perswasion ; For sitting in a pleasant bower which hung With various flowres he took a Lute and sung . See'st not my love with what a grace ? The Spring resembles thy sweet face ? Here let us sit , and in these bowers , Receive the odors of the flowers , For Flora by thy beauty wood , conspires thy good . See how she sends her fragrant sweet , And doth this homage to thy feet , Bending so low her stooping head , To kiss the ground where thou dost tread , And all her flowers proudly meet , to kiss thy feet . Then let us walk my dearest love , And on this carpet strictly prove Each others vow , from thy request No other love invades my brest . For how can I contemn that fire which Gods admire ? To crop that Rose why dost thou seek , When there 's a purer in thy cheek ? Like Corall held in thy fair hands , Or blood and milk that mingled stands ; To whom the Powers all grace have given . a type of Heaven . Yon Lillie stooping ' twards this place , Is a pale shadow for thy face , Vnder which veil doth seem to rush ; Modest Endymions ruddy blush . A blush indeed , more pure and fair than Lillies are . Glance on those flowers thy radiant eyes , Through which cleer beams they 'l sympathize Reflective love , to make them far More glorious than th' Hesperian star , For every swain amazed lies , and gazing dies . See how these ●…illy flowers twine , With s●…eet imbracings , and combine , Striving with curious looms to set Their pale and red into a net , To shew how pure desire doth rest for ever blest . Why wilt thou then unconstant be ? T' infringe the lawes of amity ? And so much dis-respect my heart ? To derogate from what thou art ? When in harmonious love there is Elisian bliss . Sepha at this was pleas'd , displeas'd was he To see her smile ; leave off thy jealousie ●…rcadius she said , I am possest With that firm love , which nere shall leave my brest . First shall the Sun forget his course to flie , And Pindus hills shall soar about the skie . First shall the Roman Eagles lose their wings , And musick murmur musick without strings . First shall the Sea-born Goddesse leave the fan Of ardent love , and turn precisian : And fearfull Hares pursue the thundring cry Of Cretan Hounds , and Ovids mem'ry dy , Er'e I , who to thee do my soul betroth , Forsake my word , or falsify my oath . So said , she hangs her lip , and lours her head , ( Lovers are oft asham'd of what they sed ) ●… While he with hymns of joy the debt did pay Of upright love , and nam'd the wedding day . Which come , and all things ready , Sepha drest Her hair , her coats were blew , upon her brest She wore a Stone of curious art compos'd , Wherein two naked lovers were inclos'd ; Both striving , till the maid who did resist , Grew weak , and then he us'd her as he list . Now Ladies , know ; a Prince there was whom fame Had taken captive with fair Sepha's name , Who hearing of the wedding day , wherein Their hands should be linkt , as their hearts had bin ; And hearing of the weakness of the guard , That should conduct them to the Church , prepar'd To rob us of her ; as you pass the plain , There is a prety hillock that would fain Be call'd a hill , behind this hill they hide Themselves , their weapons , and doe there reside . Now we in whom no thought of treachery Had told us of mishap , with jollity Hy'd to the temple , there , o there the chance Of base conspiring mischief did advance It self , dejected us , a horrid voice Of threatning people sent a hideous noise Vnto our ears , now to our eys their arms With glittring shields foretell our following harms . Vnweapon'd we , for battels are refus'd On wedding days , and other weapons us'd , So that the easier they our necks did bend Vnto their yoke , now had they took my friend The yong Arcadius and his lovely bride , The onely prize they waited for , and hy'd Them on their way , born by the heat of love ' Twards th'one , ' twards th'other hate their speed did move , When I ( ô ne're till then unfortunate ) Saw Tyranny and malice at debate , Who first should steal away the spotless life Of my Arcadius , at last a knife , His unstain'd bosome pierc'd , who dying cry'd , Let Sepha live , and I am satisfied . You ravishers said I of others blood , By this discern if Traytors ends are good , And with a sword snatch'd from anothers arm , Cleft one , and said be sharer in his harm ; With that a second , and a third I slew , And so a fourth , till such a tumult grew , That after divers blows away they fled , And left me , as they well might think , for dead . Mean while Campanian Sepha took her flight Into a Wood , born there by horrid fright . Where long she could not stay , by carefull heed Drawn forth , to know how her known love did speed , And now she finds , what nere she wisht to find , With his dear bloud the blushing flowers lin'd ; She sayes not much , lest helplesse words should stay Her soul too long , but kneeling down doth pray , Then took the knife by his own blood made foul , And falling down upon 't advanc't her soul . Awak'd from out my sound , I saw how Fate Had plaid the wanton , and expir'd their date : I took their bodies and them both did burn , I put them both together in one Vrn ; Strait both their ashes , Male and Female grew , And from the same admired Phaenix flew ; From whence I Prophesie it shall revive By death , for t is their fame shall keep 't alive , Which growing old towards the Sun shall flie , And till the Heavens dissolve shall never dye . Here Epimenides his story ceast , And bending down his panting bosome dyes : Whose death the Ladies former griefs increast , They sent his Soule to Elizium with their cryes , Vpon whose shrine they wrot his death , to show From Heaven he came , to Heaven he needs must go . FINIS . Hinc Lachrimae , OR THE AVTHOR TO AVRORA : 1 WHy should my pen aspire so high a strain , A verse to guide , to guide a verse unfit ? Are they the fittest voices to complain ? Admit they be , they 're for a riper wit ; Yet you who these unpolisht lines shall read , Deride them not , they from distraction came , Let that suffice , my love alone shall plead For their defect , and shall excuse the same , Excuse the same , for what from love doth spring , To lovers only resolution bring . 2 Caelums faire daughter hath bereft my heart Of those sweet hopes to lovers only due , Vnwilling she those pleasures to impart , Lest too much joy should make me cease to rue , Lest her fair eyes should work that gracious hap , Which she would not permit I should enjoy , While I lye lull'd in Fates unconstant lap , With grief converse , and still with sorrow toy : For such a gentle pain she doth me send , As if she would not wish my life , nor end . 3 Yet such it is that I will not exchange My life with those whom Fortune kind intreats , And since it is her arrow that doth range My tender heart , I kisse the rod that beats . I laugh at Cupid , who is overjoy'd With fond conceit , that he hath wrought this fire , But let him be with self-conceit destroy'd , 'T was not his power , t was my own desire , Though Venus hood-wink'd son doth bear the name , Azile's vertue 't was did me inflame . 4 'T was thee Azile , of whose loves I sang , 'Tween thee and me among the gentle Gothes , Something it was when all the valleys rang Too true , the breach of thy beplighted oaths . I little thought my willing warbling quill , With her shrill notes did miss to sing the truth , But now I finde through too dear gotten skill , Thou art despiser of my blooming youth , What there I said , how much thy soul rely'd Vpon thy faith , these Poems say I ly'd . 5 Else why should I complain of this mischance , Had it not been contrary to thy vowes ? With tears thou mad'st them , and what furtherance , Of si●●●es were more , Heavn's ruler onely knows . Heav'n knows my faith , how I have loyall been , And have not broke the smallest string of love . To see my constance will augment thy sin , How loyall I , how wav'ring thou dost prove , But t was thy will , that I thy favour mist , I 'm thine , and thou maist use me as thou list . 6 Even as thou list Azile , I 'l rejoyce , And tremble at thy eyes when e're they move ; Command thy will , I will obey thy voice , Vnless thou bidst me cease to owe thee love . There pardon me dear love , for such a root It hath obtain'd in my triangle heart , That since thou first didst thereon place thy foot , The pain increas'd , and still I feel the smart ; No pain at all , since it from thee ensues , And Love , thou maist command them as thy dues●… 7 Even as thy dues , and what I can procure , More from my heart , to thee shall be presented , Yet hadst thou but the tenth part I endure , I 'm sure thy last neglect should be repented ; Thou wouldst be sorry that I have mispent My time in sighs , for prayers only free , But pray'rs are killd through too much discontent , For he that loves can never zealous be . T is thee alone must be my gracious Saint , Gainst thee , and to thee onely 's my complaint . 8 How oft have I been subject of thy scorn ? How often kill'd by thy impetuous eyes ? How oft have I the warlike Ensign born Of thy fierce heart , enur'd to cruelty ? So oft hast thou , after the tyde was past , Of disrespect , my heavy soul repriev'd From that dejected state , so oft thou hast , Witnest with vowes , if vows may be beleev'd , O that I could thy former love descry , To reassume thy late humanity . 9 Wouldst thou but think with what intire delight My soul was carried to those joyes , and whither , Wouldst thou but think how strong we did unite Into one bond our mutuall loves together , Wouldst thou but reconcile thy wandring sense , And cease t' afflict with thy impartiall eyes ; Wouldst thou but hear the prayer which I commence , One shour might cherish yet the root which dyes . But thou art wise , and canst thy worth refine , Yet use me gently , 'cause thou knowst I 'm thine . 10 What though thy birth require a higher place , Than my low heart is able to bestow ? Admit it doe , yet count it no disgrace , 'T is my humility that makes me low , And since I have aspir'd so high a favour , Which once I had , but now I cann't obtain , I 'l spend my dayes , even with as sad behaviour , And study most , how most I may complain . O that my plaints would mollifie thy heart , And once thou wouldst give period to my smart . 11 What though thy riches ask as high a fortune ? And with thy birth doth bear an equall sway ? O were that all , I know I might importune A little help , for riches will decay . Even as thy wealth , so will thy beauty fade , And then thou wilt repent thee of my wrong , A secret sorrow shall thy brest invade , Thy heart shall be as faulty as thy tongue , They both shall vex , and this shall be the tryall , One gave consent , the other gave denyall . 12 When tho●… shalt be of all thy youth depriv'd , And shalt with ages wrinkled rowes be clad ; When thou shalt sit and think how much I striv'd Thy love to gain , and what reward I had ; When thy deceitfull promises shall call Thee to the bar , and there arraign thy thoughts , When thou with heavy eyes shalt summon all The harms which thy unkindness in me wrought , When thou shalt hear of my distracted mind , Thou wilt repent thee that thou wast unkind . 13 And that thou maist remember thy disdain , Even these I wrote , that thou mayst read the same , And there shalt find what just cause to complain From thee I had , by thy unkindness came ; That so thou maist be sorry for my harm , And wet thy eyes ; for once I know you lov'd me ; O let that love be to thy heart a charm , But since nor pray'rs , nor vows , nor tears have mov'd thee , Even these I wrote to shew to future years , How much Azile thou hast scorn'd my tears . 14 How much Azile thou hast scorn'd my tears , And hast detain'd that which thou know'st is mine , Thy heart is his , even to whose heart he fears No hopes will come , and therefore doth repine Even to his death , for which way can he chuse When the remembrance of thy faith shall creep Before his eyes , and therein shall infuse A thousand tears , how can he chuse but weep ? O happy yet , wouldst thou this discontent But call to mind , and in that mind repent . 15 The time will come , when thy beloved face Shall lose the spring , with which it now is clad , When thou art old , thou in some secret place●… Wilt sit , and think of all the wrongs I had , Then wilt thou read these my unpolish'd plaints , The Chronicles of my unpittied cryes , When thou art old , perhaps thy heart shall faint For shame , and let one tear forsake thy eyes ; I know thou wilt , and e're thy Sun expire His glorious date , thou wilt recall thy ire . 16 Though now thy eyes are carried from the wounds Thy eyes did give , when first my eyes beheld them , Though now thy ears deny to hear the sounds O●… my just plaints , and therefore hast expell'd them , Yet once before thy Soul shall take her way Towards those fields , the fair Elisian rest , Thou wilt be greedy of an howers stay , To tell the world , how thou hast me opprest . I know thou wilt , and though a while the shade Obscure the Sun , at last the cloud will fade . 17 Tell me how oft thou hast with serious voice , Vow'd for thy love no harm I should endure ? Tell me if erst thou didst not like thy choice , And with thy vows didst crown our nuptials sure ? Tell me if once upon those blessed Stairs , T●● Stairs my thought that guided unto Heaven , When I surprised by thee unawares , Had there thy loves assurance fully given , Or if thou wilt not tell , yet say in this , If I have spoke●… or wrot a word amiss . 18 Mistake me not , my pen was nere defil'd , With any staine , that may thy honour staine , From all lascivious thoughts I am exil'd , So shall my pen immodest sense refrain ; Thou art as free , as pure from any blot , And therefore shalt with Lotus crown thy brows , If ever thou did'st sin , I knew it not , Excepting this the fraction of thy vowes , I vow by Heaven and all the powers therein , Excepting this , I never knew thee sin . 19 Ye slowry Meads where I do use to sing , And with complaining notes do often fill ye , Ye purling streams , where I with quav'ring string , Make Musick , tell the praise of my Azile , Ye shady Groves and melancholly places , Where oft I do retire to sigh my wrongs , Ye lofty hills that oft hear my disgraces , To whom I chatter forth my heavy songs , Let these perswasions now your voices move , Say if I ever spake against my love . 20 When I with Lillies do adorne my head . And dress my face by pleasant silver brook , When I my snowy flock do gently lead , And guide their steps with willing Shepherds hook , When I with Daffadill's doe garlands make , And therewith have my back and arms inshrin'd , When I to oaten pipe doe me betake , To tell of my Azile , and her mind , When I so oft with flowers my hands have drest , What was it but to please Azile best ? 21 The firstlings of my flock to her I gave , Twice happy flock to send your presents thither , Thrice happy flock , for she the last shall have , The last was hers , I sent them both together . She took them both , and with a gentle eye , ( Where courtesie , and grace together lay , As loth to rob , yet lother to deny ) She'wd on the hills her willingness to stay , Blest be the time when first her love I mov'd , Too silly Shepherd so to be belov'd . 22 Too silly Shepherd , and unworthy too , That durst presume that fair fruit to attempt , But since intire affection made me wooe , O judg me not of modesty exempt , For though I did aspire so high a taske , Yet best it is , and best to be commended , I eas'ly can maintaint't , no help I aske , Let love and honour joyne , dispute is ended ; I 'le mount the highest steps that honour calls , He falls no lower than the ground that falls . Qui jacet i●…●…err●…m , non habet unde cad●…t : 23 And that the easier I may climb the same , I 'le build a ladder of heroick wood , Each step imbellisht in the purest frame , Of Corall born in the Tyrraean flood , That when my wishes have attain'd their will , And all my thoughts have perfected my art , That when my cares have rested on a hill , The only rock of my repining heart , None may condemn me , for I did aspire To vertue clad in constant loves atire . Sidne●… . 24 Yet many will conjecture much amiss , Because my love so slowly is requited , Each spitefull Satyre will surmise by this , Thou hat'st me cause my pains have thee delighted ; But let them please themselves with thought thereof , And with their wits ascribe their own applause , I free from anger at their harms will laugh , For some vex most when none will give them cause , That when thou seest how loyall I am thine , Thou may'st conceive the greatest harme is mine . 25 The Morning blush is like Azile made , Azile's cheeks are like the morning blush , If faire Aurora please to be the shade , Why should Az●…le scorne to be the bush ? Thou art that bush Azile under whom , My buskin Muse sings free from contrie strife , Thou art that Lotus to whose shade I come , To sup my milke , and sport away my life , That when thou ●…eest my harmless sports excell , Thou mayst remember once thou knew'st me well . 26 Thou mayst remember once thou knew'st me well , And did'st not shame t' account me as thy own , Then loyall love within thy breast did dwel , And faith , but now no faith in thee is known . When we in Evenings have the vallies trac'd , And sipt fresh aire to cloze the hasty day , When with thy steps thou hast the mountains grac'd , To see how Hes●…er hy'd him on his way , Why wast not carefull then to keep thy vow , For there thou mad'st me promises enow . 27 And then the Spring of my unstaind affection , With Roses drest , and Lillies sweetly grew , Whose ruddie look , gave it a faire complexion , Till frowning Winter gave 't another hue , But stay thou know'st already why I sing , And with my heavy verse so gently move thee , For that alone I did these sonnets bring , That by these plaints thou mayst perceive I love thee , For out of nothing , nothing can be brought , And that which is , can nere be turnd to nought . 28 How can I smother then my long pent love , Allmost unknown to thee so long conceald ? O you that can assist me from above , For by your means ●…twas first of all reveald , Since when my heart in such sure hope remains , That I will not exchange my part in her , Not for the purest face the world contains , For before all her love I will prefer ; And know in their fruition I shall want Those sweet contents which these complainings grant . 29 Twice hath the Sun drencht in Iberian Seas , Twice fifty times renew'd his fiery Car , Since with thy sight thou did'st impart some ease , And since I spoke to thee ran twice so far , But yet thou seest thy still dejected friend , Admits no period to the love he owes , And though thy absence gives all pleasures end , Yet know thy presence far more grief bestows , For this will vex , when one their own shall see , And yet not dare thereof the owner be . 30 Ay me , when I alone sit and bemone me , Of thy hard heart , and my unjust correction , When by my self I sit , and think upon thee , With what sure bonds I 'm brought into subjection , Then , then my heart , grieving to be restraind ; Beats up a loud alarm , to come to thee , If when I think of thee I am so pain'd , What do I then when I thy face do see ? Such is my paine , if paines may be believ'd , Griev'd at thy sight , and at thy absence griev'd . 31 What though I have transgrest against thy will ? And run as idle wayes as many other ? I am not minded to pursue them still , If thou no more wilt thy affections smother , And know Azile that the chiefest cause Of all mishaps , sprung first from thy unkindness , It is a statute made in Cupids laws , Neglected Lovers spend their dayes in blindness , And so it is , when once depriv'd the bliss Of constant love , we other blessings miss . 32 And so run headlong careless of our good , Into all danger that the world hath sent , But Heaven be prais'd , that I have this withstood , I never knew what carnall action ment ; For other sins , I know I have a share , As deep as any that committed sin , And more must have , I yet cannot forbear , Such is the state my restless soule lives in , Such is my state , unless thou dost relent My dayly wrong , and then I shall repent . 33 If thou misdoubt , as thou mayst well misdoubt , Because I 'm now so wild , and vaine withall , That should I speed , my love would quickly out , And I unto my old rebates would fall , O let the thought thereof no place obtaine , But banish it , as enemy to good ; Try me a while before I reap the gaine , Which so long wisht , hath so long been withstood , Try me I say , and thou shalt me restore , For verjuyce sweetned once , will sowre no more . 34 Alas my love , what love appears in this ? To omit the cure , which only may procure Thy Clyents ease ? guide not thy love amiss , Lest thy neglect make thy distruction sure , And then my blood 〈◊〉 ●…prinkled on thy Coate , Will bring a horrid 〈◊〉 unto thy Soule , I vow by Heaven that all 〈◊〉 world shall know 't ; There 's nothing can 〈◊〉 resolve controll , By Heaven I vow , and this the truth relates , Deny againe , I 'le dye before thy gates . 35 But stay complaints , returne unto your owner , And blame her not , shee s free from any blame , There can no spotted scandall rest upon her , T is your presumption , and it is your shame . But say againe , although you are unfit To kiss her ears , yet you 'l take no deniall , And that you ' l not her plighted troth remit , But will remit it to a further tryall , Even to his doom , who will all things destroy , And there reward her inhumanity . 36 And there reward thy inhumanity Vnkind Azile , rapt in liquid charms , Thou canst not with an unstaind Conscience dye , Vnless thou dost give period to my harms . Is it thy wealth that makes thee thus refraine me ? As it is thine , so shall it still be thine . Is it thy birth that makes thee thus disdaine me ? O scorn me not , I come of Noble Line , For by the Norman Duke our browes were crown'd , With Lawrell branches , and our names renown'd . 37 Cease then t' afflict , and shew that heart some ease , Which in offences never gave thee none , Vnless it was in striving best to please , Therein indeed it hath been very prone , And that thou know'st , there 's none doth know so wel , How my poore love did run in full carier , My dayly presence did my passions tell , My dayly passions in thy presence were . O happy time when thy sweet presence gave it , But now I have most need I cannot have it . 38 Believe Azile , when of thee I think , As such sweet thoughts are in me very rife , I 'm ready of prepared bane to drinke , Or any poyson that will end my Life ; And still because , my still consuming heart , Injoyes no rest , wisht rest I never have , But of turmoyls and troubles I have part , But t is not trouble that a Soul must save , A sweet content doth lead the way from wrath , He safest lives that quiet conscience hath . 39 But I have none , nor never must have any , Vnless thy eyes do shine upon my face , Amongst thy noble virtues which are many , O let this favour thy poore Servant grace ; Since thou disdainest to bestow thy heart On me so far dejected , so unworthy , Tell me what cause it is , and t will impart , Ease to those dayly pains I suffer for thee ; So shall my soule be quiet , so my paine Releast , and I shall heare thee speak againe . 40 And that 's a favour far beyond desert , But not beyond desire I have to love thee . Dost thou desire ? I 'le rip my wounded heart , And shew thee that which there perhaps may move thee ; O let me find accesse unto thy breast , And there receive my almost wearied Soule , Her wings are weary , and implore some rest , Her wearied wings their slippery fate condole ; And scorne me not that I so much have sought thee , For know Azile I have dearly bought thee . 41 For know Azile I have dearly paid For thee , if of thee I am e're possest , Possess me then with thy prevailing ayd , And ayd to that shore that must make me blest , There shall I sing Encomions to thy praise , And praise the lustre of thy noble Spirit , When ravish't by those Epithalm●…an layes Of Nymphs , thou shalt their Nymph-like grace inherit , And Hyme●… in a saffron vaile shall come , O're a faire field bestrew'd with Margerum . 42 There shall the scores of either love be read , And there my pains in which thou hast delighted , There shall my love for her offences plead , There shall my vowes be paid , my pains requited , And those that do except against my age , Harpocrates to silence shall conjure , A Vultur shall his starv'd desire asswage , Vpon their hearts , cause they my pains procure , What though ! scarce have twice ten winters told , As much as is in man , in me behold . 43 As much as is in man in me should be , But that thou hast bereft me of my heart , I want those glozing words of flattery , By which some men gaine more than by desert , I want that wit which ought to parallell Thy virtues , and procure deserving bliss , I want that strength and vigour to repell , Dejected griefe , which guides loves wheele amiss , I want those means which should all good supplant Within my brest , and chiefely thee I want . 44 Loves coach they say is made of Ebony , And drawn by Turtle Doves of Silver hue , To shew the brightnesse of pure amity , With Turtles yoak't , than Turtles what more true ? Along whose sides the purple silke doth twind The silver Ouches to the golden wheels , So outward beauty should a lover bind , For who the outward love the inward feels , Eye sight confirmes , but vertues motives be , T is not alone thy face I love but thee . 45 Thee for thy virtues I alone admire , Azile mine , but mine no more thou art , Yet canst thou not those raging flames expire Of Love , unless thou hast a double heart , O double not my pains ( my dearest love ) Nor let the Torments of my Soule increase , For private envy will all truth reprove , That Kingdome safest lives that lives in peace , How can we then a true concordance find , When we two , one , have both a diff'rent mind ? 46 A Poet said , if Cupid be a power , Let him possess me now with his desire , When suddenly his eyes began to loure , And he expir'd his life in helpless fire , And so must I perish within that flame , If these will not thy heart to pitty bend , If still thy slinty heart remains the same , I wish that with this line , my life might end ; And this cmplaint about the earth be hurl'd , Alive to death , but dead unto the world . 47 And hear I stay , expecting now the doom , And sentence of eternall joy , or grief , Which from thy sweet , or fatall lipsmust come , For while I live thou of my heart art chiefe ; Then shew thy selfe as thou desir'st to be , Vnstaind in all thy wayes , in all upright , That following dayes with pure integrity , May sweet my sorrowes past with some delight ; And here I rest expecting the regard , Of faithfull love , and his deserv'd reward . Peliander . FINIS . To the immortall memory of the fairest and most vertuous Lady , the Lady HEr tongue hath ceast to speak , which might make dumb All tongues , might stay all Pens , al hands benum ; Yet must I write , O that it might have been While she had liv'd , and had my verses seen , Before sad cries deaf'd my untuned ears , When verses flow'd more easily than tears . Ah why neglected I to write her praise , And paint her Vertues in those happy dayes ! Then my now trembling hand and dazled eye , Had seldome fail'd , having the pattern by ; Or had it err'd , or made some strokes amiss , ( For who can portray Vertue as it is ? ) Art might with Nature have maintain'd her strife , By curious lines to imitate true life . But now those Pictures want their lively grace , As after death none well can draw the face : We let our friends passe idlely like our time , Till they be gone , and then we see our crime , And think what worth in them might have been known , What duties done , and what affection shown : Vntimely knowledge , which so dear doth cost , And then begins when the thing known is lost ; Yet this cold love , this envy , this neglect , Proclaims us modest , while our due respect To goodness is restrain'd by servile fear , Lest to the world , it flatt'ry should appear●… As if the present hours deserv'd no praise : But age is past , whose knowledge only stayes On that weak prop which memory sustains , Should be the proper subject of our strains : Or as if foolish men asham'd to sing Of Violets , and Roses in the Spring , Should tarry till the flow'rs were blown away , And till the Muses life and heat decay ; Then is the fury slack'd , the vigour ●…led , As here in mine , since it with her was dead : Which still may sparkle , but shall flame no more , Because no time shall her to us restore : Yet may these Sparks , thus kindled with her fame , Shine brighter , and live longer than some flame . Here expectation urgeth me to tell Her high perfections , which the world knew well . But they are far beyond my skill t' unfold , They were poor vertues if they might be told . But thou , who fain would'st take a gen'rall view Of timely fruits which in this garden grew , On all the vertues in mens actions look , Or read their names writ in some morall book ; And sum the number which thou there shalt find : So many liv'd , and triumph'd in her mind . Nor dwelt these Graces in a house obscure , But in a Palace fair , which might allure The wretch , who no respect to vertue bore , To love It , for the garments which it wore . So that in her the body and the soule Contended , which should most adorn the whole . O happy soul for such a body meet , How are the firm chains of that union sweet , Dissever'd in the twinkling of an eye ? And we amaz'd dare ask no reason why , But silent think , that God is pleas'd to show , That he hath works , whose ends we cannot know : Let us then cease to make a vain request , To learn why die the fairest , why the best ; For all these things , which mortals hold most dear , Most slipp'ry are , and yeeld less joy than fear ; And being lifted high by mens desire , Are more propitious marks for heav'nly fire ; And are laid prostrate with the first assault , Because , our love makes their desert their fault . Then justice , us to some amends should move For this our fruitless , nay our hurtfull love ; We in their Honour , piles of stone erect With their dear Names , and worthy praises deckt : But since those fail , their glories we reherse , In better Marble , everlasting verse , By which we gather from consuming hours , Some parts of them , though time the rest devours ; Then if the Muses can forbid to die , As we their Priests suppose , why may not I ? Although the least and hoarsest in the quire , Clear beams of blessed immortality inspire To keep thy blest remembrance ever young , Still to be freshly in all ages sung : Or if my work in this unable be , Yet shall it ever live , upheld by thee : For thou shalt live , though Poems should decay , Since Parents teach their Sons , thy praise to say ; And to Posterity , from hand to hand Convey it with their blessing and their land . Thy quiet rest from death , this good derives , Instead of one , it gives thee many lives : While these lines last , thy shadow dwelleth here , Thy fame , it self extendeth ev'ry where ; In Heav'n our hopes have plac'd thy better part : Thine Image lives , in thy sad Husbands heart : Who as when he enjoy'd thee , he was chief In love and comfort , so is he now in grief . To his dear Friend Mr. Iohn Emely upon his Travells . HAve other Nations got that tempting art ? Or Seas ? ( O thou the second of my heart ) To steal thee from us ? shall thy presence plant Those goods elsewhere , which Countrey thine doth want ? And chiefly me , who every winde abjure That loudly roars , to make thy passage sure , As much I blame the calms , for secret fear , Though without cause , in all things will appear . And now my thinks the Cantabrician●…lood , With open jawes growes thirsty for thy blood , Which if great ●…aelums off-spring doth appall The calm I ●…ear sits smiling at thy fall . Or if Sicilian Seas thou surrowest o're , Thy danger by Charibdis I deplore , And Scilla's rock , whose bloody mouth doth lye For thee , if more towards the North you flye . If to Eoum , or to Indus arm , Paropanisian rocks will do thee harm . If on Propontis , or Tanais●…lood , Tanai's and Hellespont are stain'd with blood . What pleasure then allures thee to their coast ? In safest beds pleasure resideth most . Nor Countrey can , nor other Nations give More sweet content , than where thy Parents live . What will it boot to view the snowy hills Of Al●…ine high ? whose fleecy moisture fills The humble dales ? or what will it prevail , To hear th' exub'rance of a forrain tale ? What joy can it produce to hear the swains , Leading their flocks along the Scythian plains , T' accord their voices to the slender reeds Of Amarillis praise ? or what exceeds With sweeter pleasure , and more bright doth shine In other Countryes , than it doth in thine ? Now to Olimpian hills thou tak'st thy way , Farr happier wouldst thou in our valleys stay , And see thy Countrey Hero's sports prepare , More pleasant than Olimpian pleasures are . No service we to Nereus Altar vow , Nor dread we Neptune , nor to Neptune bow , But free from fear , in blushing mornings walk , Through shady groves , to hear woods chanters talk Ruddy A●…roras praise , and with free mone , To Eccho's only sigh our loves alone . In Summer time we walk the flowry meads , Where Flora o're her spotted Carpet leads Our eyes , and gluts us with discoloured shows Of Flowers , which on her am'rous bosome grows . Then Zephirus with fair Nepenthe sents , Comes stealing o're the flowers , and present●… Sweets odors to us , while by silver brook , We sit , and cheat the Fishes with a hook . And when the Meadows are disburthened Of grasse , and with their withred Cocks are spred , Then with our Nymphs and Ladies we resort , Vnto those Cocks , and on , and o're them sport . So Frisking Kidds their pleasures will display , And with their loves in smiling Evenings play . When going forwards with sweet tunes receiv'd Our fingers in each others interweav'd , We chat of love , and all the way we walke , We make the boy the subject of our talk ; So sport we o're the Meads , till Hesper come , Allur'd by our delights to light us home . The night we pass in contemplations sweet , ( Contented thoughts makes sable night more fleet ) And in the morning ( morning beautifi'd With glorious Sol , who decks it with his pride ) We ride about the fields to recreate Our o're-joy'd minds , minds never staind with hate . Where fearfull hares before our Greyhounds flye , A while they run , and run awhile they dy . Then cast we off our nimble winged hawk , Whose speedy flight all baser preys doth bawk , And up , his envying strength doth manage well , 'Gainst him , who from Minervas turrets fell . Now to her Altar we , whose golden hairs Presents our corn , whole handfulls of our ears Do bear , who smiling on her Altar , takes Our Off'rings , and next fruitfull harvest makes . When you Carpathean , and Aegaean Seas With odors stain , their flatt'red God to please . If palsie Hy●…ms with his frozen head Doth hide fair C●…r●…s in his Icy bed , With gins we snatch the silly birds ; and snare With our deceitfull royls , the fearfull Hare . And now Sydonian Bores with angry pace , Through thick S●…ymphal●…an Woods our Hounds doe chase ; Who o're our steepy hills their way doe flye , Where Countrey swains their speedy flight descry : And with a hollow of rejoycing sounds , Blown up , encourage our pursuing Hounds . Retiting home , we praise , or discommend Their long-maintained race , or hasty end . When loggs of wood in spacious Chimneys laid Of a consuming fire , a fire are made , And we with our beloved wives declare , Those sweet contents in Countrey pleasures are . O might I taste those Marriage joyes , and tell What pure delight in upright Love doth dwell . And now to feast lov'd Christmas with delight , Our neighbours to our suppers we invite ; Which past , and stools before the fier set , All former wrath and wranglings we forget , And while the Apples in the fiers rost , Of kindnesse wee , and Countrey friendship boast , Till with a Wassell , which our wives impart With sugred hands , we close the night , and part . These things thy nation yields us , and would prove More blest , wouldst thou adorn her with thy love . For if thou still depriv'st us of that light Thy presence gives , and that intire delight , By which thy Country smiles , she will decay In fame , and her renown will fade away . And I pursue thee o're Bononian Rhyne , And to thee my dejected life confine . Will : Bosworth . FINIS Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A28854e-30 Virg. Georg. lib. 3. Lib. Georg 2. Notes for div A28854e-2310 a A Poet of Creet . Notes for div A28854e-4820 a Silenus herein is used for Bacchus . The Tale of Bacchus & Diana . The sto●● Haemon Antigone . * Alterna faci●…s sibi dat resp●…nsa rubore , & tener affectum prodit ●…trique pudor . The story of Eramio and Amissa . a A River in Campania . a grief●… The Go●… of Silence a Hei mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbls●… b Credo ali quis Daemon , &c. a An Italian who wrote the private sedition of Illyricum . b These sprung first from the Sons of Lara , by the Painims called Houshold Gods , of whom Ovid : Ponitur ad Patrios barbara praeda d●…os . a Playes called Actis , used every fifth year in honour of Apollo . b The●●x tree . a Semel in anno ridet Apollo . b Res est solliciti plena cimoris amor . * Tibullus Lib. 4 Illam qui●…quid agit , quoquo vestigia vertit , Composuit furtim , subsequ●…turque decor , Seu solvit crines susis decet esse capillis , Seu compsit , comp●…is est reveren●…a comis . a An ancient use to burn the bodies of the dead , and put the Ashes into Vessels which they called ●●nes ; whereof Ovid Met : Lib. 4. Quodque rogis superest , una requiescit in urna . a Catullu●… . Quis me uno vivit felicior ? aut magis hac est optand●● vitâ dicere quis poterit . a Epimenides . a Creet . b Creet . c A gate in Rome . d A high way from Rome to Campania . e A town in Campania . a Neptune . b Islands about Campania . a A Fury of Hell . b Iupiter of Saturn and 〈◊〉 c The Altars . d the Gyant . a The Gyant . a A Town in Campania . A34476 ---- Poems, songs and love-verses, upon several subjects by Matthew Coppinger ... Coppinger, Matthew. 1682 Approx. 170 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 89 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-05 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A34476 Wing C6108 ESTC R20376 11771359 ocm 11771359 48867 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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English poetry -- Early works to 1800. 2003-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-12 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-02 Amanda Watson Sampled and proofread 2004-02 Amanda Watson Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-04 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion POEMS , SONGS AND Love-Verses , Upon several Subjects . By Matthew Coppinger Gent. LONDON , Printed for R. Bentley , and M. Magnes , in Russel street , in Covent-Garden , 1682. TO HER GRACE THE DUTCHESS OF Portsmouth . MAdam , it is but just , since you receive All the Delights our Soveraign can give , That we ; in gratitude unto our King , Shou'd to your Highness bring an Offering . For we by Duty are oblig'd to Prize Those that are Gracious in our Princes Eyes , As well as hate his greatest Enemies . Accept this also , Madam , sent to you , Both as Your Merit , and Your Beauties due ; Which to You not the least of Glory brings , Having by it subdu'd the best of Kings . And now Your Country may Precedence claim , Since You have gave it such a lasting Fame ; Greece , Helen ; England , Rosamond did boast , But France You henceforth will Glory most ; For by Your conqu'ring Eyes You have made known The Monarchy of Beauty is Your own . You are the Darling of my King , His Pleasure , His Indies of incomparable Treasure ; That precious Gem , who from your Country came , Too narrow for the Limits of Your Fame , Into the Bosom of a King who knows What 't is for to deserve , and to dispose . But stay , my Muse , no Sacrilegious Eye Shou'd dare be so Prophane , as once to pry In Princes Actions ; they like Gods appear , And never move in any common Sphere : We shou'd from their Concerns our selves retire , And what we understand not well , admire . Your Pardon , Madam , if my zealous Passion Has err'd beyond the Rules of Dedication ; And if so high and rare a Contemplation Shou'd fly beyond all bounds of Limitation , And on Dedalian Wings shou'd dare to pry Too near the Beams of Sacred Majesty ; Since my Ambition for your Service may Make me speak more than others dare to say . Then prostrate at your Feet I now lay down This Infant Book , which may deserve your Frown ; But hopes a better Fate , since the intent Was good , and only for your Service meant . Which if you view but with a pleasing Eye , It will presage such a Felicity , That all the Frowns of Fortune , and the rage Of time shall want a Power to engage . Your Highnesses Most humble and devoted Servant , Matthew Coppinger . TO THE READER . TILL this minute I was in doubt whether or no I should afford you an Epistle , being as indifferent whether you take the pains to read it , as you are to go to the cost to buy my Book . It was design'd for my own Pleasure , ( being the rellicts of some Idle hours ) wherein though I have borrowed the name of Clelia , I wou'd not have you think I do it as your Epigrammists do , only to sill up my Verse , or to invoke an unknown Deity ; but that I veil'd my Ambition under it , not daring to name a Person whose Quallity and Merit did so far exceed all my pretentions , that it had been a sin as great as my Ambition , to have once but mentioned her name , and to have expos'd it to the publick view . And as for what else you find contain'd in this slender Vollumn , if you think it worth your time to give it the perusal , you will find I took more care to please my self , than you . Your Friend , M. C. POEMS . On Clelia's Garden . O Garden , unto me more blest Than the Elizian Fields , possest By happy Lovers ; and more Fair Than the Hesper'an Orchards are , Which all in Golden Metal shine , With Boughs , and Leaves , and Fruit Divine ; Such Paradise it self might be , In its first virent Purity ; On which the Heavens did then dispence An incorrupted Influence . Here grow no Dodan Oaks , nor Pines , Nor Elm-inamour'd clasping Vines , No Paphian Myrtle , nor the Bays , Nor Lawrel binding Phoebus Rays : No Cedar , nor the pleasant Palm , No Poplar dropping precious Balm . Such Ornaments are far too mean In Clelia's Garden to be seen Within these Walks are neither set The Couslip , or the Violet . No Dary , nor Narcissus grows , No Tulip , nor the fragrant Rose , No Marigold , nor running Vine , Of the embracing Cullumbine . Here is no Alabaster Font , With Sea-green Tryton carved on 't , Nor yet Arion , to bestride The sporting Dolphins watery side ; Nor Neptune riding on the main , Whose Hand a Trident does sustain . No Silver Stream here glides along , Bearing the Goose , or Princely Swan ; Nor yet through pleasant Shades displays Its murm'ring Streams a hundred ways . Here 's no Colossus to bestride The fronting Walks from side to side : Nor any Statues that surpass , Of sollid Marble , or of Brass . These and the like may such delight , VVhose Eyes can't bare a better sight . The Airy Nation sing not here , But gladly lend a list'ning Ear. The chattering Pye ( if here ) grows dumb , And prating Parrats Note is done . Domestick Robin nought can say , Not does its chat avail the pay . The Goldsinch , Linnet , and the Thrush , Confine themselves unto their Bush ; And for their silence you may swear , They mute Pythagoreans are ; And Philomel is here affraid Tereus with Incest to upbraid . Now some , perchance , may ask me where My Gardens excellencies are , To which no other may compare ? I answer thus ; The shady Trees , Whose spreading branches some may please , My Clelia's presence doth supply , Who may with Art and Nature vie . For when she please for to unfold Her braided Tresses , to behold , You 'd guess it for a Grove of Gold ; But that her Eyes such Lustre make , That any one may well mistake , And think it Paradise , and she The Guardian Angel of the Tree . Upon her Princely Forehead , there The the azure Veins so clear appear , In such a rich composure set , As far exceed the Violet . But when she please for to disclose . Her blushing Cheeks , the new blown Rose For shame into its bud doth close , Not once presuming for to vie , With such a pure Vermillion Dye . Her Skin so rare a White does show , As may lend Beauty to the Snow . The paler Lillies close do stand , To steal some whiteness from her Hand . Her clasping Arms ( O Charms Divine ! ) Do far excel the Cullumbine ; VVithin whose close embraces are Two Virgn Fonts , so lovely fair , That every drop which flows from thence , Such Sov'raign Vertue will dispence , As might ( if such a thing could be ) Cloath us with Immortality . But when she please to touch her Lyre , Or with her Voice our Souls Inspire , The gen'ral Choire of Birds will be Ravisht with such a Harmony . The Angels too , that turn the Spheres , VVou'd to her Anthems lend their Ears . This is the Eden of my Pleasure , The Indies of my choicest Treasure ; The Venus of my Love and State , And the Sole Ruler of my Fate . The Inquest . WHere 's absent Clelia ? VVhere are those Eyes , That steal away My Heart in Play , And over it so strangely Tyrannize ? I thought I had been free ; But looking round , Alas for me ! I nought cou'd see , Yet found my self in Fetters closely bound . I laid me down to rest ; And yet my mind Was still opprest , And in my Breast I did a hundred thousand torments find . I walk'd the City round , In search of ease ; But nothing found On which to ground A hope of Remedy for my Disease . Into the Countrey streight I made repair , To mittigate My cruel Fate , But I found nothing there , but sad Despair . I view'd the Arched Skie , And foaming Sea , The first too high For me to flye , And t'other deep , as is my Misery . I cou'd not tell what course Or way to Steer ; Or by what force To gain Remorse , And ease my Heart of this my cruel fear . At last my Clelia came , O blest Reprieve ! And ceas'd to blame My ardent Flame ; And for her sake commanded me to live . What happiness was this , To one as lost ? O who cou'd wish So great a Bliss , Half starv'd at Sea , to gain so blest a Coast ? To the King's Majesty . IF that this Book , without Command , May chance ( Great Sir ) to kiss your Hand , Vouchsafe one smile , my bashful Muse Will then grow bold , no more refuse To bear Loves Standard , and desie All force , but from a Female Eye . The vigorous God of Love dares say , That Mighty Kings his Power obey ; And that his force is felt by all , The Rich , the Poor , the Great , the Small , None are exempt , he conquers all . The Gods themselves his Vassals be ; Apollo's Love became his Tree . Iove was a Bull , although Divine ; And Pluto's Love was Proserpine . And you ( Dread Sir , ) more Great , we know Have felt the power of Cupid's Bow. And may you always in the Night , Be sill'd with Venus's delight ; And in the day have choice of Pleasure , Which may in sum out-vie your Treasure ; Which grant , O Heaven , so great may be , That one small Bag may come to me . A Song . COY Clelia , veil those Charming Eyes , From whose surprize there 's none can part ; For he that gazes , surely dyes , Or leaves behind a conquered Heart . I durst not once presume to look , Or cast my wary Eyes aside : But as a Boy that Cons his Book , Close sitting by his Masters side , Dares not presume to look awry , On Toys that catch the wand'ring sense ; So if I gaze , I surely die : Against those Charms there 's no defence . Thus Heathens at the Suns up-rise , Unto the Ground did bow their Head , Not able with their feeble Eyes To view their God they worshipped . Sent to Clelia . GO tell her that I love ; Yet have a special care Lest thou despair , Whilst thou dost strive to move , A Love whose happiness does fly so high , 'T is the next Mansion to Divinity . If she but ask thee where Thy Master lives or lies , Look on her sparkling Eyes , And boldly tell her there ; And that thy duty made thee come to find Him that by gazing left himself behind . If she desire to know Where first I saw her face ; Tell her the happy place To which my life I owe , Was in her Garden ; there I heard her sing , And with her Fingers touch the quav'ring String . Nor had thy Thracian Lyre , Orpheus , when thou didst play , More Power the Beasts to stay , Or Trees or Stones Inspire . Thy Auditors were sensless ones , but here Angels came list'ning from their Heavenly Sphere . If she in anger say , How durst he come so nigh , T' invade my privacy , When I my self retir'd away ? Tell her the Queen of Love brought me to see The full perfections of her Deity . Epig. 43. lib. 5. Martial . THe crafty Thief may rob thee of thy store , And greedy Flames thy Houshold Gods devour ; Thy Debtor Principal and Use deny ; In barren Fields , thy Corn that 's sown , may dye . Thy Steward , by his crafty Mistress spoil'd ; And laden Ships be in the Ocean foil'd : But what thou giv'st the Poor with liberal Hand , This Fortune can alone thy Power withstand . Omnia mutantur . MY Genius hurried by that haste Which brought the Universe to waste , And all things by its Power defac't , Compels me to reflect upon Past Ages , others coming on , By a swift Revolution . For by the eating Teeth of Time , There 's nought so noble , or sublime , But shall be turned into slime . The four great Monarchies that were So vast , as kept the World in fear , Their Exits past , and disappear . Cities so vast , that one may say , The Sun scarce view'd them in a day , Are nothing now , but heaps of Clay . Wonders , of which the World did boast , For their Magnificence and Cost , Are now in their own Ruins lost . All things are subject unto change , And into several orders range : Natures events are often strange . Yet Man , whose Glory 's but a shade , Oft-times his fancy does perswade That nothing can his Power invade . And yet their Honours quickly rust , And all their glorious Titles must Be mingled with the common dust . Their Pageant Pomp does fade away , And greatest Trophies soon decay , And Death the Victor turns to clay . Riches remain but for a Night , And e're the Morning take their flight , And leave the miserable Wight . Beauty decays much like a Flower , Which buds and spreads , and in an hour Th' Impartial Scythe doth it devour . That Beauty which e're-while might seem Enough to grace the Cyprian Queen , Is counted now of no esteem . When in her Glass fair Hellen spy'd Her Face , by Time so mortifi'd , Which was e're-while her chiefest pride , She weeping said unto her Glass , Is this the Beauty did surpass ? Tell me why I twice ravisht was . O Time , whose greedy Teeth devours The prime and glory of our Powers , And leav'st us what was none of ours ; VVho lay'st thy rav'nous hands on all , The Rich , the Poor , the great , the small ; None are secure untill they fall . VVhen will thy wanton lust have end ? Or till what date dost thou pretend These outrages thus to defend ? Thou need'st not answer ; for I know Thy furious course shall forward go , Till Heaven does Ne plus ultra show . Tempus edax rerum tuque invidiosa omnia distruitis , &c. An Epitaph on A. P. IF that Extortion , Fraud , and Strage , Lust , Envy , Rapine , in this Age May claim your Tears , I justly may Claim all the Tears that you can pay . For though the pious Hand of Death Has nimbly snatcht away my Breath , It had prevented him before , And Sin had made my Age fourscore . Say then , who-e're shall name my loss , Here lies extinct Misanthrópos . Senex Tempus Mors & Chorus . Sen. HAil ancient Brother , what is in thy mind , To count the Sand , and mow the whistling VVind ? Has age depriv'd thee of thy sense , to be The perfect Emblem of Foolery ? Come leave this madness , do as I have done , Cast thy old skin , and be agen as young As is Aurora at her first up-rise , Youthful by virtue of her Lovers Eyes . I am all Air , there 's not a part in me But has shook off it's dull Mortality ; Prithee go run and fetch me Charles his VVain , To hurry me o're the Celestial Plain . O Love , Love , Love , thy strong Medean Charms Has gave new strength and motion to my Arms. My Legs and Thighs are able to support The mighty Fabrick of Heavens starry Court. Temp. Are you in Love ? Sen. I am . Temp. With whom ; Sen. There stay ; One that wou'd make thee throw thy Scyth away , And break thy Glass , if thou shouldst chance to spie One of the smallest Cupids in her Eye : How then couldst thou resist united Charms , Which conquer Men and Gods with their Alarms ? But let that pass , sure I have seen before Thy Picture painted on a Usurers Door ; They call'd it Time. Temp. 'T is true , and I am he Until this day regarded not by thee , And something slightly now . Seest thou this Glass ? Thy Life and Sand in the same moment pass . Sen. Thou ly'st , base Slave , though Sixty years are run , Double their Number are as yet to come ; My active Blood runs quick , and every part Performs it's Duty round about my Heart : My strength at Thirty never was more great , Nor does one part fail of it's usual heat ; All pains and groans have now forsook the Stage , And like the Phoenix I 've renew'd my Age. Temp. Fond Man , thy present State is but a Breath , And lightsomness doth but foretel thy Death Just as a Lamp , when all the Oyl is spent , Gives the last farewel to it's nourishment . Mor. Here ends thy Labour , thy last Thred is spun , Embrace me silently now I am come . You seem to wonder , doating Age , I am Death , Come to demand this moment of thy Breath . How soon he 's gone ? how silently he lyes ? When I once come , in vain are all Replies ; No Charms can stay m'inexorable Hand , All Sexes bow the head when I command ; If I once strike , no Wards against my Blow , Youth , Beauty , Strength , and what are priz'd below , Are menial things , and here may please the Eye , But Vassals-like , desert their Lords , when I Do once appear ; in vain are Prayers or Tears , No sound of Mercy ever pierc't my Ears . Chor. Then happy he who leads a life so blest , That when thou com'st , thou only shalt devest Of Earthly dross , whose better part shall flye , A welcom present to the Deity ; There shall be lasting Pleasures to be found , That he shall thank the Hand that gave the wound . An Elegie on Mr. W. L. MEek , Kind , and Good , could I relate Our loss , and thy too sudden fate , I 'd force the World to lend their Eyes As Conducts to thy Obsequies . But since thy loss too great appears To be the Subject of our Tears , We will contemplate on thy Worth , Too great for any to set forth ; And only saying , Thou art dead , Will be as much as can be sed . Quid de te jactor ? fama & tua gloria major . A Song . I Will not tell her that she 's fair , For that she knows as well as I , And that her Virtues equal are Unto the Glorys of her Eye . And that I love her well , she knows , For who can view that Heavenly Face , Not paying that Respect he owes To Beauty , bearing such a Grace ? But this I 'le tell , and tell her true , She takes upon her too much State ; For , by the Gods , it would undo A King to Love at such a rate . Let Common Beauties boast the Power Of some uncommon Excellence , And thank Dame Nature for the Dower Of that decoying Charming Sense ; Adorn themselves with Pearls and Gold , In Rubies and Rich Di'monds shine , In choicest Silks that may be sold , And all to make such Ladies Fine . These are like some Rich Monument , Rais'd all of carv'd and costly Stones , Painted and Gilt for Ornament ; But full within of dead Mens Bones . Such common ways my Clelia scorns , Her lovely Soul is too sublime , She 's not compleat that Cloaths adorn , Or does in ought but Nature shine . To Clelia . FAir , and yet Cruel , sure it cannot be , Nature denies such Catastrophe ; The spangled Orbs serenely do display Not in a Cloudy Night the Milkie way ; The misty Shades do swiftly disappear , When Sol's Bright rays do Crown the Hemesphere ; But Love is subject to the Chains of Fate , And more unhappy proves than fortunate . How often have my Vows to Clelia paid My Constant Zeal ? How often have I made The same consession of my Love to thee , As mortals pay unto Divinity ? Yet the requital of my Love's Disdain , And Cruelty the Med'cine for my Pain ; A Viper which doth seed upon my Heart , And plays the Tyrant upon every Part ; Forcing a Lethargy through all my Soul , Which does my vital Spirits so controul , That though you 'd strive for to prevent my fate , My Doom's confirm'd and pitty comes too late . Thus the faint Pilgrim with Devotion bows Unto the Sacred Shrine , and pays his Vows ; Beging a Blessing on his feeble knee , Supported by his Faith and Piety ; His daily Orisons do beg Direction From that great Pow'r that is his sole Protection ; But when at last his fatal Glass is run , And time casts Mists before his glimmering Sun , In some old ruin'd Monastry or Cave , Shunning the World , he seeks a quiet Grave . A Song . I Have drank too much Lethe of late , I 've forgot that I e're was in Love , I am Crown'd with a nobler Fate ; 'T is a passion that 's too much above That pittiful State Which sometimes moves pitty , but oftener hate . The sad looks of a Lover in pain , When my fancy descends to his Breast , Makes me Smile when I think how in vain He does so much disquiet his rest , In thinking her best Who in mocking his Love does think her self blest . Such Whiners as these , at their leasure , With an ang'ry glance from their Eye , They quickly deject at their pleasure , Who during their anger do dye ; Such is the measure These predicant Fools do get from their Treasure . To Clelia . THink not , fair Madam , that your high disdain , Which wounds my Heart , shall cause me to sustain The pond'rous bulk of all your Tyranny , And the Insulting Conquest of your Eye . Against your scorns I 'le arme my panting Heart , Secure from wound , and safe in every Part ; Biding defiance to your Conq'ring Eyes , I 'l give you no more leave to Tyrannise . Yet if at last no Remedy I find To ease the troubles of my tortur'd Mind , And with despair must yield to Fate , my Breath Shall censure you the Agent of my Death : Then you that are the cause of this my fate ▪ Shall mourn and grieve like one that 's desolate , And on my Hearse engrave my Tragedy , With Tears proceeding from your doleful Eye . Yet have a care , for if a Tear should steal And touch my Corps , I instantly should feel The Fire of Love to kindle in my Breast , ' Twou'd wake my drowsie Senses from their rest . Me tamen urit amor , quis enim modus adsit amori . To Clelia . MIrrour of Beauty , from whose conquering Eyes All Power of Love and Glory does arise ; Resistless Charms does Crown your Heavenly Brow , You Hellen-like no Second can allow . Here Nature strove to shew her greatest Art , Each part of you does captivate a Heart , Your wounding Beauty spreads through every Part. Pardon me then if that I soar above , The Merits of undeserving Love. I needs must love , for 't is my cruel Fate , Let not my kindness then deserve your hate ; Since to your Beauty I have Prisoner been , Divinest Creature , think it not a Sin : The Torrent of my Grief oreslow'd my Heart , And Love conceal'd still swell'd in every Part. All my Ambition only is to gain Your love , but ( Cruelty ) I strive in vain : One Smile from you has power enough to save A drooping Corps that 's catching at a Grave . One Frown wou'd make a Miser , ' midst his store , Forsake his Wealth , his Fate for to deplore : The Gods bewail their Case , and mourn to see Mortals so blest , more than Immortals be . Iuno till now from her Olympick Throne Nere saw a Beauty greater then her own . Since then all Beauty is in you alone , You are that Goddess I 'le adore , or none . Scribe aliquid magnum . I Thank you , worthy Sir , your good advice Is like the Recepes of a Doctor 's Bill , Where an Ingredient's dear , to save the price , You 'l leave it out , though it the Patient kill . You 'd have me take some Noble Theam , and make Verses that might be worthy of the Press , Which if I were so mad to undertake , You 'd see a Gyant in a Pigmies dress . I am no Mole , nor can I feed on Earth , Nor yet Camelion , to browse on Air ; I always have sed well , e're since my Birth ; And now to starve my self I do not care . Wou'd you but be Mecenas , then I 'd try To what my bold Invention cou'd aspire , And strive for to excel in Poetry Great Maro , and the Rhodopean Lyre . No barren fancy shou'd possess my Brain , Each Verse shou'd flow as from Apollo's Quill , In such a lofty and Heroick strain The Universe I 'd with my Numbers fill . I 'd frame such raptures in Immortal Verse , As shou'd the brightest Stars from Heaven convey , And every Cloud the Muses shou'd disperse ; And with my Feet I 'd tread the Milkie way . Otia da nobis : sed qualia fecerat olim Mecenas Flacco , Virgilioque suo . Condere victuras tentem per secula chartas Et nomen flammis eripuisse meum . De Pompeo & Filiis , e Martial . THe Sons of Pompey yielded up their Breath In divers quarters of the spacious Earth . Europe within her Bowels does contain One of the Sons of Noble Pompey slain . In Asia's Confines doth the other lye , And he himself in Africa did dye . What makes the World as Thunder-struck appear , That such a Slaughter shou'd be every where ? So great a Ruine cou'd not likely be Contained in One place , nay scarce in Three . De Sacerdote qui Caniculum in Coemeterio Sepelivit . A Wealthy Thuscan Priest , of no mean note , One that cou'd say his Decalogue by rote , And Pater-noster too , and , if such need , Cou'd make a Repetion of his Creed , Had a small Dog he did so much regard , That dead , he Buried him in the Church-yard ; The Bishop glad that he had got a Claw Whereby to get the Priest into his Paw , Summons him to a strict Examination Of his so irreligious Violation Of Holy ground . The Priest , who knew his mind , How much he was to Avarice inclin'd , Appears , and with him brings full Fifty Pound , Which he knew well wou'd make the matter sound . The Bishop urg'd the Crime , and so far went , That he , poor Man , must be to Prison sent ; To whom the Priest , My Father , did you know How much you to that loving Creature owe , And how in Wisdom he did antecede All that I ever knew was of the breed , I am sure you wou'd not blame my action then , Since he deserv'd a Burial among Men. For whilst he liv'd , and did enjoy his Breath , He was as wise as Men , but more in Death . The Bishop ask't him how . The Priest reply'd , He wisely made his Will before he dy'd ; And knowing that it was a Pious deed , He left you Fifty Pounds to help your need ; With that produc'd the money . Sure reply'd The bishop , never Dog more fairely dy'd ; And God forbid I shou'd at all detract From this your Zeal in such a Pious Act. If you have more , let there be set apart , A place to bury Dogs of such Desert . On Suadela . THey say Ulisses by his Art Had power to hear the Sirens Sing , And from their Charming Notes depart , Tasting the sweets without a Sting . I wonder not , since free from harms I have left Suadela and her Charms . Nobis placeant ante omnia Sylvae . HAil Sacred Woods , and all the rural Gods , Who in these Coverts make your blest abodes ; Ye Fauns and Satyrs that do here reside , And Watery Nymphs that neer these springs abide ; And ye , ye pretty mourning Turtle Doves , The living emblem of chastest Loves ; May no devouring Hawk e're fly this way , Of so much Innocence to make a prey : Let all be happy , chirp sweet Birds , and sing , And with your Melody these Woods shall ring . For here I first beheld that Angels Face , Which to these Coverts gave the greatest Grace . And thou , old Oak , beneath whose spreading shade That Heavenly Object did my sight invade , May no rough Wind e're rend thy aged top , Or thankless hand thy Beauties glory crop ; Or shivering Winter , which the Woods bereaves , E're rob thee of thy green and shady Leaves ; But may each year new Strength and Verdure grant . 'Till thou grow young , as when thou wert a Plant ; And may'st thou flourish many Ages more , And still more green than e're thou wast before . But when thou must decay , for eating Time Will not permit thee always thus to shine , From thy old Trunk may thousand young ones Flower , Weaving their tender Boughs into a Bower . And thou great Paphian Goddess , ever bless This goodly Bower with so much happiness , That whosoe're shall come within it's shade , Shall to thy Mystick power be Captive made ; Each Lover then this Covert shall invite To taste the happiness of Loves delight ; Thus shall thy fall be greater then thy rise , And of a Tree become a Paradise . An Epitaph . JUst as I liv'd , just so I dy'd , Contemning God and Man , With Earthly dross nere satisfi'd ; Now satiated am . Desire not to know my Name , Which justly is accurst , For making Gold my chiefest aim , Even with Tantalian thirst . A Dialogue . Lover . REnder your Heart , or else give mine agen . Virgin. What , change with Men ? Lov. Justice commands you to do one or t'other . Vir. Yes , to a Lover . Lov. Then I am he , sweet Saint , that owns that Flame . Vir. You are much to blame . Lov. For loving you ? I must until I dye . Vir. Pray tell me why . Lov. Most mighty Love no reason can indure . Vir. Is your Love pure ? Lov. As pure from spot as Elemental fire . Vir. N'ere to expire ? Lov. No , not when Time it self shall cease to be . Vir. You have conquer'd me . Lov. Blest voice , that very word new life does give . Vir. With thee I 'le live . Lov. Our mutual Joy shall with our Loves combine . Vir. I am only thine . Lov. Triumphant Love , what never lose the field ? Vir. Love makes me yield . Lov. Then let 's enjoy each other without fear . Vir. Agreed , my Dear . A Pastoral Courtship . COme , my Dear Love , into this Grove , This Paradise shall cover The secret Pleasures of our Love , Which we will here discover . See how the Trees do bend their Boughs , And silent murmuring make , Whilst the inviting Shade allows A place to recreate . The pleasant Birds do sit and sing , No cause of sorrow 's here , Here nothing lurks will terror bring To Hare or timerous Deer . The pretty cooing Turtles take This place for their delight , And an inviting moaning make , Nor fear the ravenous Kite . And all stand wond'ring and admire That we delay so long , The gentle Choire of Birds conspire To please us with a Song . But why so coy ? thou needst not fear , No danger 's in this Grove , Venus her self did here enjoy The Pleasures of her love . Come let me kiss those Lips , those Eyes That Captivate my Heart , And are to me a Paradise Beyond the power of Art. O let me touch those milk-white Breasts , Which like the Alps appear , Which never yet fond Love hath prest To make his Vintage there . Come let that Belly , which might well A Stoick's courage move , Which does so far , dear Love , excel , Receive the stamp of Love. So , do not blush , the buding Rose That hangs upon the Tree , Retains his glory , though the Nose Has ravisht its Virginity . Come do not grieve , thou needst not fear , This place will all conceal , There 's none can know what we did here , Our Pleasures to reveal . Nor does thy Angels Beauty seem Less lovely than before , For then thy Face but here and there A little Cupid bore . But now ten thousand Cupids crown That heavenly Face of thine Angellick Essence flowing down Has made thee quite Divine . Therefore each day we 'll try the Power What charms of Love can do , And create Pleasures for each Hour , Until the Gods shall sue , My Joy , my Paradise , to Worship you . Ite triumphales circum mea tempora lauri Vicimus , in nostro est ecce Corinna sinu . An Epitaph . ALas , poor Infant ! Death was too severe , O're such small Bones to raise a Trophy here . Merciless Tyrant , thus for to bereave Thee of thy life , scarce giving time to Breath . Thou wert a Gem , as quickly lost as found , Thy Life and Death was in one Volumn bound . If Prayers and Tears cou'd have preserv'd thy Breath , Thou yet hadst liv'd triumphant over Death . But thou wert snatch'd away , thy rising Sun Finish'd its Course e're it had scarce begun ; And we in darkness mourn , yet we can see The Hand that cuts the Twig may fell the Tree . Sweet Fruits soon drop , but those that longer last Always do relish with a sower taste . Optima prima fere manibus rapiuntur avaris Implentur numeris deteriora suis. The Syrens Song . YE Powers above , and ye Celestial ones , We Sirens sing a doleful Lullaby To those who by our false inchanting Tones , We draw to hear our pleasant Harmony . No Ulyssean stratagem nor skill Can save poor Mariners that coast our way , But with Inchanting Notes we please and kill Who on our Road to hear our voice do stray . And Women-like , our Tongue can play its part ; Whilst like to Deities wee seem to be , At the same instant we can by our Art , Read to poor Mariners their Destiny . An Elegie on the Death of that Noble and Renowned Gentleman , Collonel Simon Lambert , of the Island of the Barbadoes . Dignum laude virum musa vetat mori . BEfore some Famine , Pestilence , or War , Or Monarchs Death , Heaven sends a blazing Star , To let us know not what to hope , but fear , When such Portents his Messengers appear . And can great Lambert dye , and Nature show No sign , so great a ruine to forego ? Had I beheld th' Illustrious Prince of Light Resign his glorious Rays to sable Night , And some bright Constellation fall from thence , I instantly shou'd have inferr'd from hence Our certain loss , and boldly wou'd have said , The Heavens declare that vertuous Lambert's dead . But none of these presented to our view , Yet that he 's dead , we know to be too true . Let us consider then what loss we have , And what great Vertue 's buried in his Grave : For we lament no shrub that was but small , But grieve to see this stately Cedar's fall . Beneath whose spreading Branches , whilest it stood , Whilst it did flourish like a verdant Wood , We did enjoy all that was just and good . Great Ionathan , a Witness thou may'st be , He liv'd to serve his Sovereign and thee . He was no gilded Image , that did show A Glorious outside , and did nothing know : But he in every part was so compleat , As shew'd that he was wise , as well as great . Among the Best , he Noblest was , and where The Noblest were , there he did Best appear . Mercy and Justice both did in him dwell , And each did strive which shou'd in him excell . He , like another Atlas , did sustain This Islands burthen , with Minerva's Brain ; And in each Exigent he did advise , As if that he had seen with Argus Eyes . In sum , Each action has deserv'd Renown , For which he shall receive a Heavenly Crown , And sing with Angels in that Heavenly Choire , To which his Righteous Soul did still aspire . To Madam Lambert . NOW , Madam , since you have sustain'd a loss , Which all the pleasures of your Life may cross ; And such a loss as doth all loss exceed , Whose very name may make your heart to bleed ; Yet comfort take , since he is gone before , To wait your coming at the Heavenly Door ; Where you shall enter an Immortal Bride , With Saints and Angels to be glorify'd . Nor let it be a grief that you have none To pattern your dead Lord , I mean , a Son : His Vertues have immortaliz'd his name , And still he lives in a perennal Fame . The Epitaph . An Acrostick . Strong Monuments of Wood , Marble , or Brass , In time time decay and into Ruines pass ; Making a mock of all that Pomp and Pride , On which the hopes of Fame has still rely'd . Note here a President did know full well , Life justly led all Monuments excel . A Person of such great Desert and Fame , Might all the highest worths of Honour Claim ; By which he to himself has been so kind , Eternal Monuments to leave behind . Reader , who-e're thou art , believe thus much , This Island scarce can find another such . On my Ladies Lap-Dog . LElaps , my Ladys Dog , must sit at Meat , And be her Taster , e're my Lady'l eat : The choicest bits the Table can afford , My Lady cuts , and gives them to her — And many a lick his Curship gives my Lady , Who cries , Poor Creature , he 's as kind as may be ▪ And when 't is Night , e're she can take her rest , My Lady calls for that which she loves best . Her pretty Dog is all my Lady's care ; I smell a Rat , Madam , you 'd best beware . All Night she folds him in her Arms , the Cur , Perchance , may fare the worse for loving her . He 's slick and sporting , who can chuse but doat On that which lies under a Ladis Coat ? But why a Dog ? Cannot my Lady find Some spruce young Gallant that will please her mind ? Is Earth so barren , can it not afford Something will better personate a Lord ? Yet 't is the mode , I grant it , so you keep Your Dogs to watch , whilst , Madam , you do sleep . However , we 'd suppose this done for fashion , Did not your actions shew too much of Passion : For 't gives suspition unto every Guest , To see a Christian serv'd after a Beast . Her Plea is Innocence ; yes , in this sense , A kind of dogged brutish Innocence , And Pretty : May be so , Nature , thou' rt wise , In giving Ladies such perspicuous Eyes . When first I saw him lying on her Bed , I could have left him shorter by his Head , For all his Beauty ; nor yet cou'd I find One part more rare in him than all his Kind . And yet she doats upon this ugly Cur ; He and my Lady 't is keeps all the stir . Many do think the Dog is too obscene , Or what the Devil shou'd my Lady mean ? De Leone & Lepore , e Martial . WHat makes the trembling Hare the Lyon fly Thy death agrees not with his Majesty . A nobler Object doth his rage possess , And thou by flying makes his Glory less : His Hunger is asswag'd by blood of Bears , And mighty Bulls he in his anger tears . The choicest Stag the Coverts can afford , Is made a Dish to serve the Forests Lord Dogs prey on Hares . Let not the Irish Boy Fear mighty Charles will his base Youth destroy To the Worshipful Jonathan Atkins , Knight , Governour of the Island of the Barbadoes . WHat ails the Poet ? What a new desire Inflames his Heart , and doth his Soul inspire , With emulous Notes to touch Apollo's Lyre ? 'T is you , dear Sir , as great by Birth as Fame , Whom Merit and true Honour gives a Name ; Who Heaven ( Great Soul ) did send for to revive This drooping Island , and to keep alive Those who Oppression did before enslave , And Cruelty deject unto the Grave . You are the Subject of my Verse , to you All the Encomiums of our Praise is due . Astroea now appears with Heavenly Grace , And banish'd Justice re-assumes her place . The course of things are chang'd , and we are now No more deceiv'd by Ianus double brow . Blest Halcyon days , and you that made them so ! Unto what Land soever I shall go , Your Memory I 'll strive for to display , Whilst Phoebus with his Beams adorns the day . But yet methinks I hear some say , Where 's he Dares contradict us in our Seigniory , And tax our actions ? Come , and you shall see One fam'd for Justice , Mercy , Piety ; VVhose Eye no diff'rence knows between the poor , And him whose laden Ships can hold no more ; VVhose actions Justice guides , for in each Hand The Sword and Balance equally do stand . Here 's no Perversion ; here 's the Motto too , Give God and Caesar equally their due . O glorious Sun-shine of this Western Isle , VVhat noble Appellation , or what Stile Befits thy Praise ? Or how can we express Our Joy , your Bounty , and our Happiness ? VVhose liberal hand bestows , e're we can think , Whole Bowls of Blessings , fill'd up to the brink , Beyond our hopes : Yet thus the Powers we serve Are wont for to reward , e're we deserve . O thou great Author of all earthly things , Whose hand deposes Princes , throws down Kings ▪ Who view'st from thy Olympick Throne the State , And actions of each mighty Potentate ; VVho rules the worlds vast Frame , O Crown the days Of our blest Ionathan with living Bays ; And that his Progeny may ever live , Propitious Heavens , grant , as I believe . First shall the liquid VVaters cease to flow , The Earth to cause both Plants and Trees to grow ▪ Heavens radiant Monarch shall deny his light , The Machine of the VVorld involv'd in Night ; The Lamb shall slay the Lyon , and the Hare Of the swift Hound no more shall stand in fear ; The Eagle court the Dove , and all things be In Sympathie with their Antipathie : 'T is then , and not till then , my Pen shall stay , And strive no more your Glory to display ; Which like the Sun in his Meridian height , Cheers the whole World with his illustrious Light. Ante leves ergo pascentur in oethere cervi , &c. Quam nostro illius labatur pectore vultus . The Lovers Greeting . WHen bald-pate Winter , with his hoary head , By the Springs kind aspect was vanquished ; When sturdy Boreas Storms were over past , And milder Zeph'rus breath'd his gentle blast ; In pleasant May , when Flora did invest The Fields with green , and shady Coverts blest ; When ev'ry where the bright refulgent beams Of glorious Titan shin'd upon the streams Of gliding Crystal Floods , whose waving pace Seem'd as it were to emulate with Grace The various Clouds , and gladly to invite Faint-hearted Lovers to their dear delight . It was my chance to meet my dearest Love , Who , Gods you know , I do esteem above All earthly Treasures , and to me what-e're Under both Polls can be accounted fair . I came ( and with a modest pace ) and bent My tim'rous body , full of discontent , And at her feet ( who the great Gods above Can testifie , I do sincerely love ) I prostrate fell , thinking thereby to gain One loving smile , but it was all in vain . For , O my cruel Fate , at the first view Her smiling Countenance my Love withdrew , And with an ireful look she cast her Eye , Bending her brows , now full of Tyranny . So have I seen when Phoebus in his might , Shoots forth his glorious Raies , whose shining light Doth dazle all Mens Eyes ; yet by and by An envious Cloud doth hide him from our Eye . But all this time I stood amaz'd , nor knew To bear those sudden storms of frowns she threw ▪ Just as when Iove doth thunder in the Sky , The amaz'd beholder , ready for to dye , Trembles and shakes , not knowing how to free Himself from danger that he 's forc'd to see . Yet at the last , when I cou'd nought perceive That might at all my tim'rous heart relieve , Like a bold Soldier , mad , with desp'rate Fate , Resolv'd my cruel Fortune to abate , And give the Onset with a Heart that 's free From Fear , or any such base ignomy . I tried a thousand ways , but all in vain ▪ Still what I did , did more increase my Flame . Ah cruel Nymph , abate your high disdain , And grant me Love to mitigate my pain ; Which if you do deny , for my relief , 'T is Death shall ease the burthen of my grief . Sui minus est animus nobis effundere vitam In me crudelis non potes esse diu . Farewell to Pleasure and to fond Delight , Farewel those thoughts which an unconstant mind Is still perplext with , pond'ring in the Night , For what his wearied Lust can never find ; His Rage is blind , And he far more unconstant than the Wind. When I but think how my disorder'd Heart Has by the motion of one flatt'ring look , By that detested , vile and cursed Art , Venus , I mean thy subtle tempting Hook , Been tamely took ; Thus tempting Toys make Children leave their Book . O then those Charms that did my Heart controll , Burst in a Fury from my swelter'd Brest , And the disorder'd passions of my Soul Their damn'd and treach'rous ways does so detest , That over-prest , My weary'd mind is robb'd of all its rest . On Clelia's Sore Eyes . WHat makes the Frontiers of the sable night Display their Mists , and thus expel the light ? Dire Queen of Shades , what power , as yet unknown , Hast thou assum'd , that 's stronger than thy own ? These sable Mists are worse than those that fell On impious Pharaoh for an Israel : For but a time those dismal Clouds did stay , Which gave a greater welcom to the day . But now the Gods , the angry Gods , I find , All human kind has at one stroke struck blind , And rob'd the World of Glory in its height , Having eclipst its main and greatest light : And now , alas ! muffl'd in Clouds , it lies Groping in darkness , robb'd of both its Eyes : Nor can we hope our Fate for to reverse , But are like mourners drooping o're a Hearse , Till in your Eyes , your Eyes , we may behold Beauty enthron'd , more bright than burnisht Gold , Which now is hid , and doth obscurely lye , As pearls i' th' Oceans vast profundity . But sure the mighty Pow'rs had some design , And our neglect of you they thought a Crime ; And took from us , what we as slightly prize As Indians Gold , and precious Treasuries ; And now think sit , lest by those Stars we fall , And so receive a gen'ral Funeral , For to restore us by degrees those Eyes , Which else would make mankind a sacrifice ; As Men not quite recover'd of their sight , Do lose the same by the excess of light . A Dream . TEll me , thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night , What horrid terror did my mind affright . I saw , and in a Dream a Damsel stood Before me trembling , all besmear'd with Blood. In her right Hand a wither'd Branch she had , And with a sable Veil her Brows were clad ; And to her self she mourning seem'd to say , 'T was love , alas ! fond Girl , did thee betray . And so she vanish'd . Then I heard a cry . Of a lost Damsel , at the point to die . Her latest Breath did on Narcissus call , Cruel Narcissus , cruel in my fall . For thee I did honour and life forsake , And gave thee Love , which thou refus'd to take ; For thee I did Philanders Love despise , Who now may glory at my injuries . Her other words she did in Tears confound , Abruptly mangled in a dying sound . With that I shrunk , and sudain terror prest My melting Heart in my molested Breast ; I ponder'd in my mind , at length I knew The voice was Phillis , that her self had slew ; And art thou dead , said I , false unto me ? His hate 's a just reward of Perjury . But O that yet my life cou'd thine redeem , My Soul shou'd vanish as of no esteem : O cruelty ! what made thee so unkind , To kill the Joy , and Darling of Mankind ? And since thy Death by Pen can't be exprest , I 'le write thy Elegie upon my Breast . But snatching at my Sword , a Hand was sent , My suden Execution to prevent ; And Phillis , who before I thought was dead , Appear'd , and with a Garland Crown'd my Head , And told me death had not the power to sever Two Hands , two Hearts , that must be joyn'd for ever . Then waking suddenly , I knew the Theam Was my molested fancy in a Dream . Even when I wake or sleep thou' rt in my mind , Unconstant Phillis , cruel , and unkind . Omnia qua sensu volvuntur vota diurno , Tempore nocturno reddit amica quies . An Elegie on the Death of his very good Friend Mr. Edward Lynch , Buried in Salisbury Cathedral . ASist my Muse , thou gravest of the Nine , Melpomine , assist , and let Line Proceed from thy more solemn state , which shall Attend the Rites of this sad Funeral . Shall then Eternal sleep rich minds repress , And leave them only to enjoy their bliss ? And must their Names no more be thought upon , Buried in silent Oblivion ? And with their Bodies must their Names be thrust Into the Earth , and Buried in the Dust ? No , no , their Fame swift Time shall ne're devast , But flourish still , so long as Time shall last . Why then doth Death involve my Friend , who sleeps , And in the Dust a silent Requiem keeps ? But that thy Name henceforth may never die , I 'l write in Verse thy mournful Elegie . Yet Ink's too black a Colour to infold Thy vertuous Name , that shou'd be writ in Gold. That honor'd Marble that does bear thy Name , Henceforth shall be Immortal by the same . Nor Time nor eating Age shall e're devour What bears th' Impression of so fair a Flower . When first my steps unto thy Grave drew nigh , To pay my duty to thy memory , The pious Marble thaw'd into a Tear , As silently expressing thou wert there . The Marble Statues , Bishops , Prebends , Lords , And many other that the place affords , Through stony Mantles wept their sufferings , And seem'd to me like Arethusa's Springs . And may they ever weep , for Piety Is seldom found among them till they dye . Who e're shall hear thy Name , and shall not spend One Tear for thee , unpitty'd be his end , And may his Ghost do pennance at thy Grave , Honor'd ( though restless ) such a Doom to have . Methinks I cou'd grow ang'ry with my Muse , That shou'd at such a time her aid refuse ; But that she told me that her Lungs were weak , And far unfit thy Praises for to speak ; And that whilst she thy Fame did strive t' express , Her halting Numbers only made it less . We knew thy worth e're we discern'd thy Age , And budding Glory gave a true presage Of what thou did'st , and what thou would'st have done , Had not thy rising ▪ prov'd thy setting Sun. O cou'd I speak thy praise , I would disperse Thy living Fame throughout the Universe : To tell thy worth , how vert'ous and how wise , In this I know none can Hyperbolise . Each of thy actions strove for to excell , As rolling Waves which in the Ocean swell . My Muse , in contemplation now of thee , Has struck the Poet in an Ecstasie . Love Triumphant . T Was at the time when Phoebus with his Rayes The Universe with equal Beams serveys ; When Flocks and Heards to the cool Shades repair , T' enjoy the Breezes of a cooler Air. I laid me down upon the Grass to rest , Whilst Loves fierce God inflam'd my tender Breast . Millions of thoughts I interweav'd with fears , And my blest Saints Idea wash'd in Tears . Ah , cruel Nymph , said I , what God unkind Hath with such Cruelty incens'd thy mind ? Lay by Ioves Flames , Salmonean terrors fear , Least you his Thunder and his Lightning bear . For that great God that rules the arched Skie , Can ne're be pleas'd with acts of cruelty . But if you needs will take a Goddess form , Which can your native Beauty nought adorn , Take her whose milder form Mankind did move To honour and adore as Queen of Love. Thus shall you gain that honour that 's your due , And we take you for her , or her for you . Thus whilst my mind passion toss'd too and fro , As Waves by Winds which on the Ocean blow , Behold my Clelia came , and forward prest , Whilst the light Wind her lower Parts undrest ; Rich in Attire , in Beauty richer far : Thus Venus us'd to court the God of War ; And thus themselves who in the Woods retire , The Naides , and Draydes attire . I silent lay , as if with sleep opprest , Whilst her right Arm surrounds my willing Breast . I made return , and often Clelia cry'd , She who you seek is here , she then reply'd ; With that I gave a start , to let her know How great a passion in my Breast did slow ; She smil'd , as something pleas'd to see me start , And by my actions seem'd to know my Heart . Then , as if newly risen from a trance , Or death-like sleep , I did my Head advance , And mildly speak her thus , Goddess most fair , If you are come to comfort my despair , You have nob'ly done , taking that shape whereby You may at once deceive and please my Eye . But if you come for to deride my fear , And make me think my absent Clelia here , You have lost your aim , for to my grief I know My Clelia ne're did so much kindness show . However I 'm content , be what you will , Nothing that bears that form can e're be ill . Much more I wou'd have said , but she , too kind To bear my passion with a steady mind , With loving words my sorrow did asswage , Commanding me no farther to engage My self in sadness , since before my Eyes No flying shade did stand to Tantalize ; But real Substance , which did passion move , And her who I so oft had vow'd to love . I gave attention unto what she said , And millions more of Protestations made To keep my faith inviolate , whilst she , Poor Soul , did both believe and pitty me . I often kissing wring'd her by the Hand , And by dumb signs gave her to understand My head-strong Passion wou'd no more obey , Since she her self had took the curb away . But she , too Innocent , ne're understood The swelling Tides of Passion in my Blood : Yet from her Eyes some pitty did distil , Like Pearls thrust out , though shrewd against their will ; Unwilling for to leave that happy place , Where sorrow cou'd not chuse but have a grace . Thus temper'd Steel is sometimes clad in rust , And grains of Gold are mingled with the Dust. But I , who in the Wars of Love had been A Voluntier , thought now or ne're to win The honour of the day , and in some sort To gain the conquest of the Virgin Fort ; Which I assaulted with so free a force , ( Not with Battallions of Foot and Horse ; But smooth and courtly Complements ) as might Have mov'd the chaste Diana to delight , And made the cold Lucretia to desire To wanton in the Flames of Venus fire . Then Clelia surrender'd , all her Treasure Was solely at the Conquerours will and Pleasure ; Which was so great , that nothing can augment My Joy , or add unto my blest Content . Divinest Creature , to whose heavenly Brow Our yielding Hearts do with submission bow ; Rare Master piece of Nature , here I lye Conquer'd by Beauty , and by Beauty dye . To you my Ghost shall in the Night appear , And though I die , I 'll never leave you here . Yet you are cruel , and will not afford My dying Corps but one poor parting Word . O that your Beauty had less mortal been , Or that to love had not been held a sin ! I boldly to the World wou'd have made known Thy Beauty claims Desert , and thine alone . But stay , methinks there 's something in thy Eye That tells me that thy Lover must not die . And since that thou hast gave this blest Reprieve , I for thy sake will be content to live , And by some signal Service henceforth try For to requite your generosity . AS you are fair , can you be loving too , And make me happy in adoring you ? Not all the Wealth that India can give , Without your love , can make me wish to live . As in the Ocean , on a Summers day , You may behold the Fish keep Holy day , Are all o're-joy'd , and smile as 't were , to see Fair weather gild the rough and angry Sea. Can so my Fortune more auspicious prove ? You having smil'd upon my hopeless Love , Be as you are so kind , so truly fair , Loving of me , who now cast off despair ; Too soon a flame will else my Heart control , And leave my drooping Corps without a Soul. Make me but sure that you will ever love Me , who no other joys cou'd ever move ; Happy that day , thrice happy , wherein I In you beheld my chief felicity . Adoring you , I feel a scorching fire ; You , you alone , can make that flame retire . Not that the Ardor can e're quite retreat , All you can do is to allay the Heat ; The scorching Fervor never will give o're , Wealth cannot do 't , nor a whole Nations store . That you are good , we know , Vertuous , and Wise : India's bright Sun took luster from your Eyes . Can else his Beams so dazle all Mens sight ? Give me but leave , I 'll say , He robb'd his Light. Without your Beauty , he eclips'd must lye ; Your Presence comprehends a Deity . Love heads his Golden Arrows , and from you Can take such Charms as may the World subdue , Make all things yeild , even the great Gods above : Me thinks I hear them cry , Great Queen of Love ; Wish ing to fall by your more pleasing Fate , To you they come , and for their Sentence wait ; Live , Queen of Love , with most Imperial State. On a Sigh . GO , mournful Sigh , haste to my Fair , And to her what thou know'st declare ; Tell her , that thou wert so opprest Within the Prison of my breast , That having broak the Gaol , thou fled'st to her for rest . But if unkindly she deny , Then shall thy wretched Gaoler die ; And by this means thou shalt be free From thy Confinement , she from thee , And I from all my grief and wretched misery . But yet , poor mournful Breath , beware Thou dost not draw from her a Tear. For if thou dost , I will confine Thee to this hollow Breast of mine , And give thee no more leave or time to wander there . For who can tell , but she may be So loving as to pitty thee , And on thy sorrow notice take , And entertain thee for my sake , In Paradice of Joy and full felicity . Mount Ida. IN times of old , when Kings did not disdain The sweet Employment of the silly Swain ; When to the Gods the rural Altar fumes With Sacred Incense and with sweet Perfumes , Were daily blest , and all things seem'd to be A Paradise for Mans felicity . Then no insulting Tyrant did molest , Hind'ring the quiet of his Subjects rest : But then Simplicity did crown the day , And Innocence did every Scepter sway . Within the Confines of vast Asia's Womb Once was a stately City , now a Tomb ; Imperial Troy , whose stately Structures Pride Did Egypts lofty Pyramids deride . Rich in a King , their glory to augment , No Stranger , but by lineal descent ; And blest with Children of such high Renown , Which did augment the honour of his Crown ; But that this Sentence might have its Probatum , Nihil est ab omni parte beatum . Whilst Paris , Priam's Son , with care did keep , In flowry Meads , his Fathers Flocks of Sheep , Lo , Three triumphant Goddesses , of Birth Celestial , guide their steps unto the Earth , VValking to view the Fields , whose Fragrant smell The richest Indian Odours did excel . Discordia griev'd ( as 't was her course ) to see Three potent Goddesses so well agree , Throwing a Golden Ball before them , says , Let her take this , whose Beauty wins the Bays . All plead their Titles in the slowry Field , And each unto her Rival scorns to yeild . Till walking forward , they did soon espy The sprightly Son of Priam , who did lye Under a lofty Tree , whose spreading shade Sols Radiant Beames did all in vain invade . Between them then , to end this fatal grudge , They all consent to make brave Paris Judge : But when the youngster saw the glorious sight , His Heart was straight way ravisht , and the sight Inflam'd his generous Soul , he prostrate lyes , He worships and adores the Deities . Nor can he longer gaze , so great a light Cou'd not be bore by any mortal sight . VVhich when they see , and think upon the Prize , They add new force and vigor to his Eyes . To whom Queen Iuno mildly did begin , Both with applause , and promise for to win . Juno's Speech . Thou who of Priams Court the glory art , More beautifi'd by Nature than by Art ; Give me the Ball , let not thy Hand refrain , But give it me , and I 'le give thee again Glory and Honour , and what e're can be Than this more happy , that I 'le give to thee . I 'le set a Crown of Gold upon thy Head , These words thereon shall be Intituled , THE GLORY OF THE WORLD . Riches and State , Honour and Fame shall ever propagate . The Worlds vast Confines shall a tribute yield To thee alone , the Caesar of the Field ; The breath of Fame shall all thy state declare , And all the world shall term thee Fortunes Heir ; And if there 's ought thy mind can covet more , Command Queen Iuno , scorn for to implore . The youngster stands amaz'd , his Hearts on fire , A thirst of Honour does his Soul inspire ; His eager heart had soon a Captive been , Had not brave Pallas soon prevented him , VVhose Princely presence does his mind control , And adds new force unto his vigorous Soul. Pallas Speech . To whom the Goddess mildly thus , Brave Prince , Does Iuno's powerful promise so convince Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize ? Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes ? Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem ? VVisdom gains Riches ; Honour's but a slave , A Lambent fire ; our fancy more does crave . I scorn to court thee for the Ball , yet know , If thou on Pallas do the same bestow , Thy VVisdom through the spacious Earth shall ring And Forraign Nations shall their Presents bring Thy Foes shall yield unto thy conquering Hand Nor shalt thou fear any invading Band , Or Forraign Force , for thou alone shalt Reign From East to West , and o're the floating Main . And ending thus , Venus drew near , whose smiles The youngster of his Senses quite beguiles ; She robs him of his Heart , and therewithal Obtains the long'd for prize , the Golden Ball. For when the Prince had with a pleasing Eye Beheld the glory of the Deity , A sudden Joy through every Member steals , And by his blushes he his Love reveals . To whom the Queen of Souls , Goddess of Loves , More sweet and gentle than her Team of Doves , Makes her address with words so courtly mild , As might the watchful Dragon have beguild , Or charm'd the Brazen-footed Bulls , and made The Sons of Tellus cease for to invade Each others life ; such was her charming Tongue , As without Magick might make Aeson young , And bring th' Hesperian Fruit into her lap , Force Argus hundred Eyes to take a nap . Here Majesty and Love did well agree , And both concur , great Queen , to favour thee . Such charms her looks did bear , such her aspect , When she to Parris did this Speech direct . Venus Speech . Brave Prince , to whom the Goddesses have been Both suppliants , endeavouring to win The Prize , which only does belong to me , The Fates themselves grant the Priority . They promise Conquest , Wisdom , and a Throne , All this is nought but what 's before thy own . But yet suppose it so , cou'dst thou delight In cruel Wars , where blood doth blood excite ? Is this the way to gain thee honour ? No. Kingdoms thou mayst possess , and perish so . Who gains by Blood and Death , shall , at the price , Have the reward of blood and avarice . Or rather , wouldst thou chuse on Beds of Down , In Cupids Fields to gain the sweet renown , Spending thy youthful days in merriment , Such as pale War did never yet invent , With Grecian Dames , whose Beauty may not be Exprest by Tongue , or Pens Indignity ? If this can please , give me the Prize , I sue Both as my merit , and my Beauties due ; And thou shalt gain a Lady , such another Titans Majestick Raies did ne're discover ; Whose Beauties form there 's none can Parallel , Her Skin for Whiteness does as far excel The driven Snow , as does the Suns bright Raies A glittering Star : shou'd I disclose her praise , How red unto the sight her Cheeks do seem , That you wou'd term her to be Beauties Queen ; Indulgent Nature out of all her store , Has not enough to make one Beauty more . Now Paris burns with Love , his warm desire At length is turn'd into a Flame of Fire ; He knows no medium now , Love sways each Part , And reigns as Monarch o're his very Heart ; And , with a willing Hand , he gives the Ball To Venus , most deserving it of all . Iuno , and Pallas , with an ireful Eye , Ascend into the Turrets of the Skie , There mindful of their wrongs , deliberate The Ruine of the mighty Trojan State. — Manet altâ mente repôstum Iudicium Paridis spretaeque injuria formae . On Clelia's Picture . DO'st not thou see this Picture set , Round with the Rose and Violet , Crown'd with the Garlands of the Spring , And Looks that might entice a King ? And can thy Eye find any place To gaze upon , but on this Face ? Do'st not thou see that sparkling Eye Inflam'd with Love and Majesty ; Those tempting Lips , than which to kiss , I cou'd not hope a greater bliss ; Those lovely Cheeks , nay , every Part Not able to be prais'd by Art ; And ask me whom it represents ? My Life , my Soul , my blest Contents . 'T is Clelia's Shaddow , which her Eye Reflected here as she past by . To which , as 't is her due , I pay A thousand Offerings a Day . And now , methinks , I cease to blame The Ethnicks , who did Idols frame , If that among their Number they Had any one like Clelia . MY Friend Iohn Clement t'other day , Was very Sick and like to dye , And , as 't was thought , did only stay To bare Tom Flavel company . He made his Will , and all his Lands By Testament were mine to spend , And soon had come into my Hands , If death , like him , had been my Friend . But , curse upon it , unawares That Wicked Rogue Tom Flavel dy'd , At which my Friend Iohn Clement swears The Rascal did it out of Pride . With that he bid 'em sill his Grave , And ( truly ) swore he would not dye , Since the unlucky peevish Slave Had slighted thus his Company . So I , who half an hour ago Built lofty Castles in the Air , Did to my sorrow quickly know , I was an Heir , not worth a Hair. Heredem scripsit me Numa convaluit . A Song . REstore my wounded Heart , Dear Love , And let thy conquering Eyes Thy hard'ned Heart with pitty move Towards a sacrifice , Who prostrate lyes , Your shade with reverence to Idolatrize . Let not those powerful Siren Charms Which do my Heart delay , Take me and Lull me in their Arms With an intent to slay , Or only to betray , That you by this the Prize may bear away . But if the cruel Fates decree That Love must end in Death , I 'le scorn , my cruel Destiny , And will resign my Breath , Grasping the clammy Earth , Cursing my Fate , my Fortune , and my Birth . To Venus . VEnus , I oft have heard thy Name , Ador'd thy God-head , felt thy Flame ; And oft invok'd thy Power , to find Some mercy in a Female mind . And Cupid , I to thee did pay My faithful Orisons each day ; And thou so well perform'dst thy Part , I reign'd o're many a Virgins Heart . But now I 've other work to do , Faith thou must Court thy Mother too . Nay , many such a trick is done , A Mother cheated by her Son. And thou , my pritty courtly Lad , Of me shall find a loving Dad. No clam'rous Mars shall make thee fear , Nor Vulcans Horns become a jear , Nor yet his Net , which did proclaim To all the Gods thy Mothers shame ; Tell her I 'm active , young , and free , And that , I 'm sure , thou know'st I be ; A Lover too , thou oft did'st prove The mighty force I had in Love. Nor can my Parts , so well inclin'd , Fail for to please thy Mothers mind ; Nor will this Match be a disgrace , Since I supply Anchises place , Or young Adonis , who did move Thy Beauteous Mother once to love ; Nor can'st thou this my passion blame , That art the Author of my Flame . Consider then the wound you gave , Whose Power alone has strength to save ; And let thy never-erring Dart Reign Monarch of thy Mothers Heart ; Least from my Arms her self she shroud , And I embrace Ixion's Cloud , And courting of the Substance , may With empty Shaddows only play , Which ne're can quench my ardent Flame , That 's as Immortal as her Name . To Vesper . SWeet Vesper bring the Night , Why dost thou thus delay , To rob me of delight , ? Too long has been thy stay , Make hast away , And check the lasie Dawning of the day . And Phoebus tell from me , That he his Raies lay by , Nor so discourteous be As once to mount the Skie , Or once came nigh With one small Beam , to wake my Love and I. Shou'd he scorn my desire , I 'd send his Bastard Son To set the Heavens on fire , And he agen shou'd run Without the Sun , And grieve for what his folly shall have done . How soon the Sun makes hast Unto his Thetis Bed , Longing to be embrac'd , And coole his radiant Head , Which now looks red : Such longing hopes hath Lovers ever fed . How soon my Prayer is heard , Cynthia's bright Horns appear : No , 't is my Love prepar'd Her Lover for to cheer ; In all her Sphere Her borrow'd Luster never shines so clear . E Libro quarto Horatii Carmin . Ode 7. THe Snow's dissolv'd , the grassie Fields grow green , And bald-pate Trees with dangling Locks are seen . Earths course is chang'd , and Rivers by the Sun Exhal'd , with pregnant Floods their Banks o're-run . The Graces and the Nymphs their Steps advance , And , being disrob'd , do lead a Country Dance . Times Mutability doth make appear , That nought is permanent beneath the Sphere . Mild Zeph'rus chides the Cold , the Heat doth blast The slowry Spring , and then posts on as fast . Next fruitful Autumn comes upon the Stage ; Then lazy Winter , like decrepid Age. And yet the Moon , which shady Night adorns , With waxing Light repairs his waining Horns . But when we to the lower Shades repair , Where Aeneas , Tullus , and Ancus are , We instantly to Dust and Ashes turn , No more return , but rest , us in our Urn. Who knows whether the Gods above will cast One day , to add to what 's already past ? Nor shall thy greedy Heir for ever find What thou bestowest with a lib'ral mind . When thou art dead , and Minos shall of thee Give Judgment , according to equity , Torquatus , not thy Stock nor Eloquence , Nor yet thy Piety , shall fetch thee thence : For , neither from the streams of Cocytus Cou'd Dian bring her Chast Hyppolitus , Nor yet the friendly Theseus e're retake Perithous from the Lethean Lake . A Song . FAir Clelia , didst thou know How great a sorrow in my Breast does flow , Thou couldst not be Cruel to me , Nor think it any gain To mock my Sorrow , and deride my Pain . Far be it yet from me To hope for Life that is disdain'd by thee ; For if I thought There might be ought In me , that thou dost hate , I 'd Court my Ruin , and I 'd hug my Fate . But if thou dost desire T' augment my grief , and so increase my Fire , Let me but know Thy pleasure 's so ; For I am so much thine , As ne're to speak , exclaim , or once repine . An Abcdary . A sure Foundation makes a Building stand , But he 's a Fool that builds upon the Sand. Consider Vertue in her glorious form , Doth Youth in all her Ornaments adorn . Extol her Beauty , Court her Princely Eye , For with her Wings she 'll raise thee to the Sky . Get but a place within her Breast , and know How mean thy thoughts were when thou wert below . If thou dost once observe the Path she treads , Keep close , tho' over Rocks and Hills she leads : Let not the error of the way deceive , Mark well her course , and thou'lt some tract perceive . Nothing so hard but Industry will gain , Obtain her once , thou 'lt find her worth thy rain . Perchance thou'lt say , Vice leads a smoother way . Question not so , lest thou thy self betray . Rewards are virtues due , but pains confound , Such vagrant Fools , with a ne're dying wound . Turn then , and take that path that 's so severe , Unto Eternal Joy that Course will steer ; When those who court a smoother path , may go X times more quick , yet to their overthrow . Youth , Beauty , Strength , do often ill advise , Zeal only with a Crown adorns the Wise. A Deserted Lover . AH , lovely Fair ! can you so cruel be , To scorn my Vows , yet never pity me ? Can you prove false , who once I did adore ? Pity a Youth that never lov'd before . How wav'ring like the Wind ? What subtle dart Had you at first to penetrate my Heart , Obdure as Steel , which ne're no torture found , Or ever knew for to receive a Wound ; Till in your Eyes , the little twinkling Boy Taught me at first how to begin to toy ? He taught me Love , whose active Fire first grew , And more increast , the more I look'd on you : Yet you more Cruel than the Tygers Rage , Relying on your Beauty , Wealth and Age , Disdain what you before did seem to prize , And blast my Lawrel with your lightning Eyes . Thus to the World your Cruelty is known , And after Ages shall repeat my moan . Persidious Maid , your hatred makes me bow , And Curse the rashness of my idle Vow . And since it is alone for you I dye , 'T will change your Honour into Infamy . A Song . VEnus of Souls , Whose Hand controls The greatest Monarchs breast ; Under whose Shade All Beauty 's laid , Where every one would rest : Were I to chuse , I 'd not refuse , But in thy very Heart My mind should rest , And in thy breast I 'd Reign by Love , not Art ; VVhere I would be For ever free , Till I could satisfie My curious mind , That 's so confin'd , And in that Instant dye . To one that disswaded him from the Love of Clelia . GO , dull Mechanick ! whose Invective Pride Dares the Epitome of love deride ; Go to black Acheron , there tell thy deeds To the dull VVinds , which on the Vallies feeds ; And let thy poys'nous Breath extol the Fame Of some old VVitch , or Hagg , or canting Dame. Croak Carrols to the Toad or hissing Snake , And breathe thy Venom o're the Stygean Lake . And for to please thy fancy , may'st thou be Inchanted with thy VVises deformity . O Divine Clelia ! can the Gods connive At Blasphemy , and let the Slave survive ? If you thus deal with such unequal odds , I 'll scorn to worship such Plebeian Gods. There 's not an Air , a Whisper , or a Breath Proceeds from her , but triumphs over Death . The blushing Sky grows pale , if she but frowns , And the shrill Orbs leave their harmonious sounds . Prometheus from her Beauty stole that Fire , With which he did his new form'd Man inspire . Her Breath the Zeph'rus is that chears the Earth , Those sweet Perfumes that give the Phoenix birth . Her Eyes , Mouth , Nose , and Cheeks , Waste , Thighs and Feet , Are quite beyond Comparison compleat . Go then , grim Cur , repent what thou hast done , And leave to bark at such a glorious Sun. My Clelia is so fair , and free from harms , Such Innocence in her all-conquering Charms , That shou'd the admiring World but chance to pry Into those hidden Glories of her Eye , They'd ne're adore another Deity . To Clelia . Shall still my suit prove void , then bid me die , I onely hope in vain , tell me , shall I Enjoy that very word torments my Soul ; Your Eyes do promise what you will Control . Beauty 's too great to be a Tyrant there , I harbour nothing now but sad despair , Adore ing you , my hopes are nought but Air. Epigr. 72. lib. 6. Martial . CIlex , a Thief , much noted for his Crime , Did on a time , into a Garden Climb : But in that spacious Garden looking round , Nought but the God Priapus could be found ; Unwilling then empty to go , or stay , He took Priapus up , and went away . Rare Guardian Gods ! Rome cou'd not chuse but fall , When such base Gods did keep her Capitol . Romans their Gods , not Gods did Rome defend , Their Empire else had sooner had an end : For who relies on such Egyptian Bands , Shall find , like Reeds , they 'l run into their Hands . A Song . SO strange a Distemper I ne're yet did know , 'T is too strong to be call'd an Impotent Foe ; 'T is too weak to surprise and conquer my Breast , Yet with sundry Alarms it oft does infest ; It roars and it rages , and makes such a do , That though 't is a Slave , 't wou'd be Conquerour too . With a Courage more stout than Achilles slew Hector , I swore , that no Passion shou'd be my Director ; Disdaining those Bonds that the Predicants wear , My Soul is a Monarch as free as the Air. When such puling Passions my Fancy discovers , Like Physitians , I gain by the Sickness of others . If Nature would shew me a Creature Divine , I 'd smile in her Face , and I 'd swear she was mine : I 'd urge her with Pleasures , my glory shou'd move Ten Millions of Cupids to inforce her to love . I 'd spare not one Kiss for the wealth of a Mine ; 'T is death for a Lord , if he touch but her Shrine . Such Affection I bear to the Creature I love : But if she were Heiress to thundering Iove , And full of disdain , I defie all her Charms , As Heat repels Heat , and Arms repels Arms. And rather then bear their scorn and their flight , I 'le worship the Owl , the Queen of the Night . Eurialus , Hersilia , Dares . Eur. BEautious Hersilia , those that rule above , In you have plac'd so much Divinity , That I am compell'd to tell you that I love , And in those scorching Flames , alas ! I fry . O do not frown , nor yet divert your Eyes , But let one loving glance prolong my end . What Glory is it for you to defie Your Slave , that you are bound for to defend ? Hers. If Heaven in me had plac'd ought worthy love , I shou'd have lik'd this Honour done by you ; But since 't is only Fancy that does move , 'T were base in me , to take what 's not my due . Or if I wou'd , I cannot ease you now ; Your fond desires you never can attain : Think you a Votress will reject her Vow ? One of the Quiver-bearing Goddess Train ? Besides you may as well go Court a Saint To leave her Heaven , and visit Earth agen , As ever hope to move me by your ' plaint , To taste the sorrows that attend on Men. Dar. Here comes the mighty Daros , Madam , chuse The solid Oak , or else this slender Reed , Which if I touch , I instantly shou'd bruise ; Yet such an Act would make my Honour bleed . I love , and will enjoy ; nay , be not Coy ; Were mighty Turnus , or Aeneas here , I 'd not defer one moment to enjoy . A noble courage scorns to stoop to fear . Thou art mine by Heaven , and were the Gods unkind , As not to aid me , if I should desire ; I 'd search their Palaces , and there I 'd find A subtler Flame than was Prometheus Fire . With this I 'd gain thy Love , or else compel Thy stubborn Fancy to obey my will ; Nay , more , I 'd ransack the abiss of Hell ; The Stygian Prince shou'd my Commands fullfil . Hers. Though you 're so proud to menace , know that I Do neither fear , nor yet respect your force ; My Virgin honour's able to desie The furious Current of your mighty Course . If Heaven and Earth were all at thy Command , And I alone thy Bondage did deny , My Chastity is able to withstand The Rage of thy audacious Tyranny . Besides , the Gods , ( who thy malicious Tongue Has glory'd in upbraiding thus ) Would with a Thunder-bolt prevent the wrong , And send thee headlong into Erebus . Chorus . So have I seen a lofty Cedar stand Amidst a Cops of Shrubs and ragged Trees : Her lofty Top did wave , when gently fann'd And Courted by Favonius milder breeze . But when in Storms the angry North did frown , Threat'ning the ruin of her losty Pride , She scorn'd to veil unto the angry Clown , Her sollid strength did all her force deride . An Acrostick on Madam Ann Tirrell . Admir'd Beauty , whose victorious Eyes Ne're wants a Heavenly Vertue to surprise . Nature in you alone may boast what-e're To Grecian Hellen was accounted fair . I you , as Persians do adore the Sun , Revived Phoenix , that art still but one . Roses and Lillies are too mean a Grace , Etherial Beauty Crowns your Heavenly Face ; Lasting as Fame , still may your Honour be , Like verdant Lawrel , still from Envy free . Admit my Fancy be too high , or low , Regent of Hearts , know you have made it so . On Clelia's severe Command . TO thee , O Wood , I make my moan , And sing the Accents of my groan , Which else I durst intrust to none . For since that she who I adore Has gave Command , that I no more Shou'd blaze her Fame , as heretofore , Silence it self shall louder be Than any voice which comes from me , Where any Auditor shall be . Yet every whist'ling Wind shall bear My sad Complaint unto her Ear , That her Commands were too severe . And on each Tree I 'll carve her Fame , Which still shall flourish by the same . Th' Immortal Grove shall be its Name . In which each chirping Bird shall raise Encomiums on my Clelia's praise , Whilst I in sorrow spend my Days . I 'l search the Aetnean Caverns , where The fiery Sallamanders are , To me those Flames cannot compare . Though Mulciber does there display His slaming Ensignes Night and Day ; In time those Flames may yet decay . But mine 's Eternal , and will stay , The substance ne're consumes away , The more it burns , the more it may . They are no Lovers that can tell What caus'd , how strong they love , how well ; Love does ad Infinitum dwell . I live on air of endless love , And as a shadow only move , By that which does the substance prove . I 'le search where the Chamelions are , And unto them I will declare , That Love 's as bad a Food as Air. Nay , worse , for though their Food 's but Breath , Air is their Life , Love is my Death , Hunger more Comfort wou'd bequeath . But now I nearer come , I see There can but little difference be , I am a Shadow , so is he . I 'le dig the Earth , that I may know What Nature has deny'd to show , To Moles that in her Bowels grow . And there I 'le whisper Clelia's Name , That Mines and Stones may hear the same , And tell from whence their knowledge came . But now I nearer come , I find That Moles and I are nigh of Kind ; For they as well as Love are blind . For what they dig they do not know , And labouring pain do undergo ; I love , my case is even so . Their pain is pleasure , so is mine ; But here we differ , mine 's Divine ; Their aim is Earth , mine too sublime . I 'le dive into the Watery-deep , And see the Bodies that do sleep , For whom the Waves themselves do weep . And there together with the throng Of num'rous Fish I 'll swim along , Who are like me depriv'd of Tongue . Yet cou'd I like Arion play , I 'd make those Mutes stand at a bay , Whilst I my Clelia's praise display . That so , when ever I shou'd dye , Each Element might then supply The praises of her memory . A Song . THE Fetters of Love are far stronger than hate , Fast binding the Captive , by that they call Fate , Inslaving the Senses , and dulling the Brain , For a thing of no moment , scarce worth a name , A delight that does cloy , as soon as enjoy'd , And a Fancy obtain'd we after avoid . The pleasures are past soon as ever they come , And gallop away as the Deel upon Dun. A Complaint against Cupid , for causing a distastful Love. FArewell , my scornfull Female Saint , In vain you boast your conq'ring Eyes , Whilst your deportment does depaint A Tygress o're a Sacrifice . Desist , for by the Powers above , And by the Oath they use to swear , My anger 's greater than my Love , And your disdain I scorn to bear . For your base pride you hold so high , Will at the last your self anoy , Like to the Cockatrices Eye , Whose self-reflection doth destroy . Know then , that I am no such Fool , To doat on your Complexion ; My Passion is become too cool For such a weak Infection . Those am'rous glances which I paid To those disdainful looks of thine , Are now asham'd that e're they made An Idol to adorn thy Shrine . Cupid , henceforth I vow despite Against thy Quiver and thy Bow , Did I plead Nonage in thy sight , Fond Boy , that thou shouldst use me so ? I was not born of Stygian race , Against the Gods I ne're made War , Nor did thy Temples e're deface , Or blemish'd Venus with a Scar. It was not I that took the pains Her secret Love for to discover , And bound her in Cyclopean Chains , Caressing her Licentious Lover . How came it then that thou should'st make So strange a love my Heart to seize , And give new vigor to the Snake Which was before content to freeze ? Didst thou at random shoot a Dart , Directed by no certain slight , To see if thou couldst hit a Heart Which did thy Childish Godhead slight ? Or art thou like some Idle Lad , Whom no delight can e're content , But in a humour raging mad , Throws stones into the Element ? If so , a Rod is fitter far For to correct thy Childish will , And thousand petty Gods there are Can draw thy Bow , yet never kill . But I Blaspheme , great God of Hearts , Thou did'st this thing , that thou mightst try With what a strength thy powerful Darts Force Love against Antipathy . On his viewing a Fragment of the Old James . THis piece of Wood , which now doth lye Neglected by each passer by , Not for so base a use design'd , Did once despise the Waves and Wind. This was a Member of that Frame That once did bear great Iames's his Name ; Within whose bulk there did embark More Souls than Creatures in the Ark ; And unto cruel Death did drive Far more than Noah sav'd alive . His wide-mouth'd Cannon oft did make The Watery Region to quake ; And frighted Neptune from his Seat , Whilst his shrill Tryton blew Retreat . The quondam rageing Waves did sly , And left the Neighbouring Ocean dry . His Warlike sides with fire and smoke Did oft the drunken Dutch provoke ; And made the modish French to find The difference 'twixt Smoak and Wind. Yet now , in midst of all his State , His Glory he resigns to Fate ; Like Hercules , ( though Iove his Sire ) Yields to consuming Flames of Fire . This makes the English Proverb sound , Who 's born to hang , shall ne're be drown'd . For whom the Waves cou'd never tire , Lies here at last , consum'd by Fire . An Anagram on His Highness Jame's Duke of York and Albany . JAMES STUART . Anagram . A JUST MASTER . Epigram . I 'LL boldly on , not fearing a disaster , If Life or Death can serve so Iust a Master : Susana Witherell . Anagram . U are all Whitness . Epigram . SUch great Perfection reigns through all your Soul , You are all Whiteness , not one part is soul. Another . You are all Whiteness , rare perfection ; hence Your very Name creates a Quintessence . An Acrostick . So Sweet , so Good , so Vertuous , and so Fair ! United Forces still most pow'rful are . Such conqu'ring Charms do in your Eyes appear , As gives new Luster to the Hemesphere ; Nature in you perform'd her utmost skill , Allowing priviledge to save or kill ; Who can resist the Dictates of your will ? Interiour motions from your Beauty rise , Teaching me love , which you alone despise ; How can you be so cruel for to slay Each minute , that which doth your will obey ? Reprieve's in vain , when Death hath seal'd the Fate , Ever be cruel , pity'll come to late . Like Niobe I 'le mourn , and my last breath , Like Swans , shall sing the Omen of my Death . A Song to Lucifer . WHy dost thou thus delay , O Lucifer , to usher in the day ? Sluggard , I know thy fear ; Thou know'st my Clelia will then appear , Whose blest and heavenly sight VVill doom thy Light unto Eternal Night . Nor shall we need the Sun , Bid him unto the lower VVorld return , And with his Beams of light Expel from the Abyss the Queen of Night ; For from my Clelias Eyes Proceed such Rayes as doth all Light surprize . Nor shall we need the Powers Of Moon , or Stars , or Hail , or Snow , or Showers ; For whilst on Earth she stays , With her more glorious and refulgent Rayes , Proceeding from her Eyes , Gives Birth to all , and Natures course supplies . But when she please to sly From Earth to Heaven , and be enthron'd on high , And there look down on Men , The Golden Age shall Visit Earth agen ; And all the World shall be Blest with its Primitive Fecundity . To the King 's most Excellent Majesty . OF mighty Iove I lately ask't a Boon , Which , like a God , he granted me as soon As I cou'd ask ; and gave me this Command , Go , and receive it at thy Princes Hand , Great Charles , to whom the World shall Homage pay , The Dutch , the French , the Spaniards all obey ; Whose mighty Fleets shall from the Indies bring Spice , Pearls , and Gold , as Presents to the King. Thou need'st not doubt , thy wants he 'll soon supply , From his so unexhausted Treasury . No more he said , the God I straight ador'd , With Hecatombs of Thanks his Altar stor'd ; And big with expectation to receive The promis'd Gift , I thought my King wou'd give . Some Days , some Weeks , some Months I spent in vain , Each moment full of hopes of promis'd gain ; And still my want increas'd . I therefore then Swore ne're to trust a Heathen God agen , But to my Soveraign my wants declare , Whose Clemency shall suit unto my Prayer . Thus shall th' admiring World perceive the odds Between our Christian Kings , and Heathen Gods. A Song . FRom Salamis when Teucer fled , And left his Country , then With Poplar Boughs he Crown'd his Head , And all his Warlike Men ; And with a Bowl of fragrant Wine With Bachus did caress , Drowning their Souls in Muscadine , Joy'd with such happiness . So let us like Immortal Souls Our life in pleasure spend , Quassing our time in lusty Bowls , Which never shall have end . Thus shall we make the Powers above To envy our delight , And Cupid , Prince and God of Love , To Revel all the Night . Thus shall we make the Gods despise The sweet and pleasant taste Of Nectar , which they once did prize , Drank by Immortal Race . Thus each of us shall be a Star , And with the Gods combine In their Divinity to share , As they shall in our Wine . Frange ●oros , Pete vina , rosas cape , tingere nardo . Dido's Expostulation . THey say , that Souls departed , first must run To Styx , and so unto Elizium . They tell me wonders , and they likewise show Th' Immortal Pleasures of the Shades below . I dare not trust loud Fame , but , if I might , My wandring Soul should pass to Styx this Night . Fond Heart , ne're fear , undoubtedly 't is so , Be resolute , for thou mayst safely go . Well , I 'm resolv'd , and if that Fame doth lie , Let Fortune do her worst , I can but dye . And now this Sword shall pass into my veins And ease my Heart of all my cruel pains ; My vital Spirits saint , I come , I come , To my sweet rest , even to Elizium . Dido and Charon . Did. A Boat , a Boat. Ch. Who calls ? Did. Charon , 't is I , A Soul drove by Immense extremity To leave the furious Earth , and now am come To thee , to row me to Elizium . Ch. What is thy Name ? Did. Dido , who just now sway'd Thy Scepter , Carthage , who great Kings obey'd . Ch. What brought thee hither ? freely now relate The real cause of this thy sudden Fate . Did. Make no delay , sweet Charon , pitty me , Involv'd by Fate in this Calamity . Ch. Thou canst not pass , 't is vain for thee to strive , The Gods command , and I cannot connive . Did. O Cruelty ! then must I tell the cause ? I have transgress'd the great Commands and Laws Of the just Gods , thus to anticipate The desperate force of my too rigid Fate . Ch. What was the motive ? Did. Love. Ch. The Gods forbid . Wou'd such a thing from Mortal Race were hid ? O 't was not Love , but Glory and Revenge , And had not Fate commanded such to range A hundred years on this side Styx , my Boat Ere now had been as tatter'd as my Coat . Did. Charon . Ch. I cannot stay , but must be gone , And leave thee here most sadly to bemoan Thy desp'rate folly , with those Shades that fly Like num'rous Troops of Atoms in the Skie . Did. But where is then Sicheus ? Ch. Pish , he 's free From all those troubles that attend on thee ; He 's in Elizium . Did. What can he rest , When I with sorrow am so much opprest ? Let not the burden of my grief exceed . Ch. This is enough to make the Rocks to bleed , And Gods relent . Did. My very Soul doth swell , My Heart doth burn worse than the Flames of Hell ; My Princely Power is gone , where 's Honours now , Those regal Titles that did crown my Brow ? Ch. Honour ! there 's no such thing , the meanest Slave Is equal to a Queen when in the Grave . Here 's no distinction , Kings and Princes all Must bear that equal Sentence that shall fall Upon them , for their bad or good intent , Firmly enacted by Heavens Parliament . Sub tua purpurei venient vestigia Reges Deposito luxu : turbaque cum paupere mixti Omnia mors equat , &c. AN envious , angry , sluggish , drunken Lover , His Passion , and his Vice at once discover ; A vicious Passion quickly will discover An envious , angry , sluggish , drunken Lover ; A sluggish drunken Lover in a trice Discovers both his Passion and his Vice ; His anger and his envy quickly be Disclos'd by Wine , In Wine is Verity . Desire of sloath , and lust of Wine may prove An Antidote against the power of Love ; Anger and Envy , in one Breast confin'd , Love ne're will stumble at , though Love is blind . Who e're to Wrath or Envy will give place , May he ne're meet with any chast Embrace . Those that to Sloath and Wine addicted be , May live with Epicurus , not with me . The Confidence of a Iust Man. NO Salvage Tyranny , no desp'rate War , No cruel Fortune , nor unlucky Jar , No trembling Earthquake , nor the Potent Hand Of thund'ring Iupiter , whose high command Doth claim obedience , no , not if the frame Of Nature were involved in the same , And the whole Fabrick by disorder brought , Shou'd be converted suddenly to nought ; Like hopeless Wretches , it cou'd never fright My Heart , and make me tremble at the sight ; Nor cou'd it shake the Castle of my Soul , That 's fortifi'd beyond such weak control . My Valiant Heart ne're sears the scorching Sun , Nor the strange Operations of the Moon ; No Comet hath the power to make me fear , Not though his Beard portend a Famine neer , Or Pestilence , or Sword , or what is worse , All Heavenly Influence turn'd into a Curse . For what are these , but secondary things , And in the Hands of the great King of Kings , VVho can dispose of us , and all of these , Not as we wou'd , but as himself does please ? Si fractus illabatur orbis Impavidum ferient ruinae . On the Death of Mr. William Goffe , late Gallant to the Lady Willoughby Yeomans , kill'd by Richard Love. HOw , Goffe forsook her ! 't is as true as may be , He has took distast , and so has left my Lady . This should not be , for Ladys have such Art , VVhen they have got possession of a Heart , They know their forces , and with cunning sway , No Heart can mutiny or disobey . Some say he 's dead . This then will end the strife , Death robb'd my Lady , as she robb'd his VVife . By what rude Hand was it that he did fall ? By Love. O mighty Love , thou conquer'st all ! Hast thou again mistook ? has Death and thee Been conversant and chang'd Artillery ? Reclaim thy Errour , see what thou hast done , Give Death his Arrows , and take thou thy own . Ah Madam , now where were those powerful Charms That should have kept your Lover in your Arms ? Come tell me , Venus , is not Love your Son , The same with Cupid ? Then what has he done ? O he has slain thy Mars , and Arms put on VVould fright Achilles and his Myrmodons ; But yet methinks your Lover should not dye , Death sure cannot resist a Ladies Eye . Go touch his liveless Corps , and when that 's done , The Tyrant needs must give you what 's your own But that Dame Baucis will put in a Plea , E'ne take him Death , for he belongs to me : Unless to share him , you have got the Art , Half for my Lady , Death take Baucis part ; As the Twin Stars by turn shine in the Skie , One day he shall survive , the next day dye . But we have found a better way then this , Madam , my Lady , or what else you please , Shall put on all her Ornaments and Geer , Step down to Hell , and find her Lover there ; There intercede with Proserpine the Queen , And if she can but him from thence redeem , She shall in partnership no longer be , But by this means gain the Monopoly . Now Orpheus for a Women once did so , She for a Man , will make it quid for quo . But here perchance you 'l say , 't is basely done , Thus to insult upon a Ladies wrong . Which I 'le deny , for many in your sight , Do think far worse than I intend to Write ; And though they do not speak , their thoughts are free : A secret's worse than open Enemy : But I am neither . Deaths severer Brow , Presents his Image , that I write of now , And to my thoughts most sadly does discover The grief that you conceive for such a Lover . But this does most of all my passion move , That he who liv'd by Love , shou'd dye by Love. But I have done , lest this shou'd give offence , My Ne plus ultra makes a recompence . A Lovers Complaint . AH fainting Breath , there 's nought can yield relief Unto a wounded Soul , whose murm'ring grief Loves no delay , but like the rising Sun , Still perseveres until his course is done . What shall I speak ? or what can I devise ? I 'le rather dye , than once Apostatize . Nor shall my panting Breath your shade defame , I 'll honour you , and Idolize your Name ; And though at last you scorn me till I dye , I needs must love you to Eternity . Love in Ambiguity . WHy shou'd I urge my Love , since that I know Her Merit 's great , and my Desert's as low ? My thought 's as high as his who did aspire To climb the Charriot of Etherial Fire ; And rashly perish'd , such has my fault been , His was the King of Light , and mine the Queen . I fondly thought , Prometheus-like , to steal The heavenly Flame her Beauty does conceal ; And for my Error feel the raging smart , Which Vulture-like does seed upon my Heart . Pardon my rashness , mighty Queen of Hearts , And thou great God of Love , whose peircing darts No Medium knows , but either help or kill , Must I the Number of thy victims sill ? O play not with my Heart , as Children do With some poor Bird , which while they love , they shew . One over-weening grasp of life bereaves , And in a moment all the joy deceives . But why do I thus deprecate in vain , Hoping for what I never can obtain ? Alas ! unworthy Wrecth , too great a sire Has on a sudden kindled thy desire Beyond thy Fortune ; as some Country Wight , Who never knew the Wars , or how to fight , Talks Big or Stoutly , and resolves to try His ne're prov'd Courage on the Enemy ; But when he sees the adverse Host draw nigh , And now or never all his Manhood try , He throws his Arms away , resolves to yield , And like a Vassal quits the ne're sought Field ; Just so did I , my actions , thoughts , and all , Let all objections in a moment fall ; Untill your Heavenly Beauty I did see , Alas ! too strong an Enemy for me . At the first sight I yielded Heart and Will , Lady , to be at you Devotionr still . Among the many Trophies then that wait Upon your Beauty , let it be my Fate , Or rather Fortune , since it cannot be Counted a Bondage , where the Body's free , But why the Body ? Body , Heart , and Mind , Unto your Beauty are alike confin'd , Are either fix'd , or move by your direction ; Yet proud , in being Vassals to Perfection . Eccho to the Painter , out of Ausonius . ALas ! fond Painter , why dost strive to grace An unknown Goddess with a fancy'd Face ? I am the Daughter of the Tongue , and Wind , An empty Mother , Voice without a Mind . I dying sounds fetch back with living tone , And others mock with Words that are my own . I in thy Ears my Habitation found , And if thou mean'st to paint me , paint a Sound . A Dialogue between an Aethiopian , and a White Virgin. Vir. AFfright me not , you urge your suit in vain ; More Fear than Love your Hellish looks have bred . Eternal terror seize you for your pain ; Think you I 'll take a Devil to my Bed ? Go Court the Darkness , Wed thy self to Night ; Fry in your Sands , and search for grains of Gold ; O Sun , how canst thou thus behold a sight That will thy glorious beams in darkness fold ! Sure thou art Pluto , ugly infernal Prince , Be gone , I say , be gone to the Divine And Beautious Creature thou didst ravish hence , The lovely , Fair , and Charming Proserpine . Eth. Whitest of Whites , more lovely than the day , Which from the East in radiant beams appears , More lovely to my sight than Cynthia , Which twice six times a year her Beauty clears , Despise me not because that I am black ; The Sun you speak of lyes so neer our Land , We have him in our Face , you on your Back ; Nay , sometimes with him we walk Hand in Hand . Since then that he who the whole World surveys , Doth deal his Blessings with partiality , You he does warm , us scorcheth with his Rays ; Your Beauty works the like effect on me . Vir. My Beauty , Slave ! stop that presumptious word ; Shall such a Harpy ever speak my Name ? Does Earth another Cacus yet afford ? What was I born to be a sport to Fame ? Thou art that brand the fatal Sisters threw Into the Fire at Meleager's Birth , Which half consum'd , in hast Althaea drew Out of the Flame ; be gone , thou Son of Earth ▪ Eth. Alas ! too cruel Nymph , despise me not ; A Slave I am , but unto none but you . Whiteness in you none counteth as a spot ; And in our Black lies our chief glory too . The Day is pleasant unto every sight , And all men praise the glory of the Sun ; Yet when 't is gone , how soon they hug the Night , And sleeping , in its sable Bosom run . 'T is only Fancy moves the Sphere of Love ; No Colour wards , where Cupid shoots his dart ; Thou God , who all things with thy power dost move , With one small touch O wound this Virgins Heart ; That she who doth thy Power so much despise , May quickly by experience learn to know , Thou only giv'st those leave to Tyrannize That pay submission to thy Conquering Bow. Observe the Rain-bow , view the Colours there , Looks it not pleasant unto every Eye ? Diversity of Colours makes it fair : Discord in Musick makes an Harmony . Since then that I am Black , and you are Fair , What a sweet Babe may come from such a pair ? An Epitaph . UPon this Marble Stone forbear to tread , Or to deface the Relicks of the Dead ; Yet Read , and so let fall a Tear in Verse , To pay Devotions to his mourning Herse . Here 's Vertue laid , and Piety lies slain , Who the three Graces shall revive again : Those Powers Immortal , who in Heaven do shine That Trinity , although One God Divine , Shall raise his Body glorious from the Dust , Who in his Maker did repose that trust . The Lovers Iubile . 'T Was Evening when the Suns departure made The open grounds a comfortable shade ; When walking forth to view the fragrant Fields , The sweet variety that Flora yields , Near to a Myrtle Grove a Cave I spy'd , By which a pleasant Stream did gently glide : Amidst the Grove an ancient Altar stands , Almost defac'd by irreligious hands . This I repair'd , and said , O Goddess , now , Who e're thou art , receive my sacred Vow , And grant my Suit , and let some pity move In Clelia's Heart a more propitious Love. Off'rings by me shall ever be repaid Upon this Altar , though by time decay'd , And Mans ingratitude . Then looking round , I spy'd an Iv'ry Image on the ground . Hail Power , said I , what impious hand hath done So vile an Act ? who wou'd such honour shun ? I washt it in the Stream , and to it said , Ah beautious Image , fair Pigmaleon Maid : Then gazing on it , where a Fillet ty'd The Ivory Hair , this Motto I espy'd ; In Honour of the mighty Cyprean Goddess . O thou Illustrious Queen of Love , said I , What Hand cou'd do this great Impiety ? What Impious Creature was it durst prophane Thy sacred Shrine ? O Sin without a Name ! Against a Myrtle by the Altar stood The Goddess Seat , Arch'd round with Carved Wood , There I the Image set , and having laid My Hand upon the Altar , thus I pray'd . Great Paphian Goddess , Cytherean Shrine , Whose presence , I acknowledge , is Divine . If to this Grove or Altar I have done Ought Meritor'ous , or have favour won , Let Love to all more mild and gentle be , And cease to punish Mans Impiety . A thousand Lovers shall this Grove frequent , And offer Odours of the purest scent . The Shepherds that possess the Vales shall bring Their Sheep-hooks crown'd to thee an Offering . The Altar shook , the Myrtles seem'd to move , Resounding murmuring Notes of happy Love. Celestial Musick did salute my Ears , VVhen lo , the God of Love to me appears , And says , Young Man , this Bow my hand doth hold , Le ts sly no Arrow , but the Head is Gold. Thy Prayer is heard , the Goddess is appeas'd , And every Lover of his pain is eas'd . No Jealousie or Fears shall now torment A Lovers Joy , or ravish his Content . The fairest Nymphs , whose Beauty wins the Bays , Shall sing Encomiums of her Lovers praise . The fairest Shepherdess ( for Love hath Charms ) Shall fold a naked Shepherd in her Arms ; Fair Daphne playing on a rural Quill , Both Hills and Dales with Corydon shall fill , And Corydon shall VVoods and Springs possess VVith praises of his Loving Shepherdess . Loves mutual Sympathy shall Crown the Year , And thou whose Heart doth Loves Idea bear , Shalt in thy Clelia find a quick return , VVho , in thy absence , flames of Love do burn : And e're the Sun the Horizon decline , Her beautious Body shall be joyn'd to thine . This said , he lightly from the Altar Springs , And Fans the sounding Grove with tow'ring wings . Then on a sudden , through my swelling Veins Loves passion glides , and all my Bones inflames ; And having gain'd the Conquest of my Breast , Reigns Monarch there , and scorns to be supprest , The Goddess then adoring , I a way Espy'd , which 'twixt the Shrine and Altar lay : This path I follow'd , Fortune was my guide , And led me all along the River side , VVhere Multitude of Lovers did resort , Filling the Fields with all delightful sport . Some in the stream their tender Limbs unite , Like Salamacis and Hermaphrodite ; Others upon the ground so closely lye , You 'd take them for the Zodiack Geminy . One's plaiting Garlands , ' tother 's twisting Boughs , Commixt with Flowers , to bind her Lovers brows . One's braiding of the Hair , another tries VVith pleasant Songs to close her Lovers Eyes . This seeming coy , a thousand pretty ways Her eager Lover to her Arms betrays . That skill'd in nothing , but pure Innocence , Thinks to delay her Lover's an offence . O happy place ! said I , and down I lay Upon a rising ground that did survey The posture of each Lover , when from far A Lady came , just as a rising Star. The lighter Vestments that her parts infold , VVere Azure Silk , and interweav'd with Gold ; Her Hair was braided , drest with Ribbons ; so Iris appears , drest in her mantling Bow. A Silver Veil her beauteous Face did shade , So fine , you 'd say 't was by Arachne made . The emulous Winds her swelling Garments kiss , VVhich to my view betray'd a Lovers Bliss . I gaz'd , not able to revert my Eyes From Loves great Charms , and sacred Novelties : Thy Fate , Acte on , then I did bemone , And fear'd it instantly might be my own ; But as she nearer came unto my view , My doubts were clear'd , and I my Clelia knew ; I ran to meet her , when her eager steps Prevents my speed , and in my Arms she leaps ; Clasping I laid me gently on the ground , Millions of kisses their successors found . I ruffled up her Silks which kept the way Unto the Paradise where Cupid lay ; She made resistance , such as might be said , Thou shalt enjoy , and yet I 'le dye a Maid . Her Eyes declar'd her Pleasure and Content , And what she did was out of Complement . What thought can know the Pleasures I enjoy'd ? Immortal Pleasures , never to be cloy'd . But till in modest terms I can express My full fruition , you have leave to guess . VVe bound our Brows with Myrtle , and teturn'd Unto the Grove , and sweetest Odours burn'd ; VVe deck'd the Shrine with Garlands , and this day For ever we our Annual Rites will pay ; And unto every Lover this shall be ( Great Paphian Queen ) a joyful Jubile . On Love. LOves Charms all humane force do sway , And Monarchs do his Power obey . Nor is there any can resist , He makes them Love , and when he list , No place prescrib'd , now here , now there , The surest place is any where . A Song . COme , let 's to the Tavern be gone , The day does begin to decline , All the time we do lose VVe basely abuse The longing desire of VVine . Boy , call up your Ladies of Pleasure , No Stoick with us shall tarry , VVe 'll drink all the Night And take our delight , Let Sectary Dreamers marry . Come , fill the Glass full to the Brim , Though Iove our Pleasure opposes , Our Pallates 't will please And expel all Disease , And inflame our frollick Reposes . VVe laugh at the madness of those VVho heap up a Mass of Treasure , VVe hate a base Miser , But we will be wiser , And confound all our Riches in Pleasure . Thus , like Gods , we 'll have pleasure in store , And our Wine shall roar in like the Waves , And in spight of pale Death , That destroyer of Breath , We 'll keep Revellings yet in our Graves . The Surrender . I Yield , dear Enemy , nor now Can I resist so sweet a Brow ; For who would not a slave remain , On whom thou please to lay thy Chain ? For with such love thy Yoak I take , As Martyrs that embrace a Stake . Now since I own this great defeat , Command thy Forces to retreat , And vail those charming looks , from whence My Ruine comes , by Innocence : And since I yield my self your Slave , Let Beauty , which the conquest gave , Not triumph in the vanquisht foil , Or glory in your Captives spoil . The noble Lyon in his rage Disdains his Forces to engage Against a prostrate Worm , from whence His vallour can have no pretence : Such honours always did pursue The Roman Valour as their due : And since that you have now put on The Courage of an Amazon , An Angels Beauty , such a form May glorified Saints adorn ; May all their Vertues take a place To grace thy Heart as well as Face , And in thy Breast some pitty plant , The only Good that thou dost want : Thus shall my Chain more gentle prove , Supported by the Wings of Love. I love a Lass that will not wed , Yet vallues not her Maiden-head ; That is not peevish , proud , nor poor , That scorns the Title of a Whore ; That can both Dance , and Sing , and Quass , And , in what ever humour , Laugh ; Who swears by Fate , she 'll not abuse What Nature gives her leave to use ; Yet to a Friend will not be coy , But give him leave for to enjoy What he desires , so he 'll conceal Those hidden Pleasures which they steal . She is not such as stand without , And call to every rabble Rout , Crying , Turn in , thou honest Fellow , Until their — is grown so mellow , That even the Pox would scorn to dwell In such a loathsom nasty Cell . A vengance take such Whores as these , 〈◊〉 are far worse than the Disease ; I cannot guess but their descent Was from some nasty Excrement ; Else cou'd they ne're infect the Earth With Plagues , but from so base a Birth . A Dream . WHen Titan hasted from his heavenly Sphere , And Thetis modest Blushes did appear ; Grown weary with the fervor of the day , Upon the Banks of a cool Brook I lay ; The shallow Stream soft murmuring did yield , A whistling Zeph'rus cool'd the heated field ; The Birds in Trees with their mellodious Throats Prattled the discord of divided Notes . The Hills the sound repell'd , the Virgin Voice To every accent lent a parting Noise . The Grashopper ( whose shriller voice repairs The smalness of his kind ) with pleasant Airs Made all the Fields to ring , such harmony Proceeded from th' Innumerable Fry. I fancy'd this to be th' Elizean Groves , The happy Paradise of all chast Loves ; And wisht my Clelia here , when happily A silent slumber clos'd my twinkling Eye . Behold , the God of Dreams before me stood , And with his Leaden Wand he smooth'd the flood , And brusht the whistling Winds , which forthwith lay Upon the ground as Dews that fall in May. A gen'ral silence cover'd all the place , And on my Head he laid his drowsie Mace ; Earth seem to vanish , Heaven for to descend , A hundred Thrones one Goddess did attend , VVho in a Rain-bow Robe , commixt with Rays , Such as Sol wears when he the VVorld surveys , Enters the Pallace ; from her sparkling Eye ; Proceeded Love , and awful Majesty . A Throne there was , Twelve Lyons did uphold , Set round with Amethysts in beaten Gold. The steps were Crowns , Scepters , and Diadems , Rubies , and Saphirs , and commixed Gems . The Goddess this ascends , whose heavenly Face Did quite eclipse the luster of the place ; Millions of Cupids , in their Liveries , Attend the motion of her sparkling Eyes . A Herauld then the Goddess will proclaims , And summons all who burn with Love's fierce Flames T' appear before the Throne . VVithout delay , Innumerable Troops her will obey . And here 't was worthy of ones observation , To see each Mimick fool it in his station . One in an antick posture leads a Dance , And swears each step is Alamode de France ; 'Tother more solid , walks a State-Corant , And Pedigreed Antiquity doth vaunt . The next a puling Lover , foreward steers , His Eyes deject , distill abundant Tears , Complaining of his cruel Fate , to move In some base Punk a more auspicious love ; A braging , roaring Russian next appears , Who talks of desolation , racks and fears ; Affrights his Love , who he doth strive to gain , And thinks Bellona one of Venus train . Some aged Fools I saw among the rest , Who time of every Sense did quite divest ; Shaking their hoary Heads , in their esteem , As Complaisant as when they were Sixteen ; Protesting Love , in such a doleful strain , As Ghosts are wont who Visit Earth again . But that which mov'd me most , was for to see My Brother Poets sensless foolery . Loaden with Anagrams , Acrosticks , time Was never spent in cobling of such Rhime : Some weep in Elegie , and Epitaph , Whose Nonsense well might cause the dead to laugh ; Others more Jocund , Songs and Catches make , And sure they are , that every Clause will take . And in a word , though all was but delusion , It was the perfect Map of meer confusion . The Goddess smil'd , ( as well she might ) to see The true adorers of her Deity So much deluded by each Idle Passion , Which was by custom grown into a fashion ; And gave Command , for 't was her will and Pleasure , Which rashly broke , they might repent at leasure , That none shou'd Court in any other sort Then what was us'd when Mars and she did sport ; Think you , said she , that Peleus e're had sped So happily in Thetis pregnant Bed , Who oft by varying forms she did delude , If not by force he had her charms subdu'd ? Did not th' Infernal Prince ascend from Hell , To Lights abode , where Gods and Men do dwell , And took thy Daughter , Ceres , to Command The utmost limits of th' Infernal Land ? Yes , Proserpine was fair , a Goddess too , What cannot Love , that mighty Monarch , do ? Think you that Iove , Father of Gods and Men , Had e're enjoy'd Agenor's lovely Gem , If not by Pollicy made his escape , And then confirm'd his Passion with a Rape ? And thousands more were won after this fashion , Not courted with an Idle whining passion . Fortune assists the bold , who Courts by Letter Is counted modest , yet thought ne're the better ; For Women love those that are brisk and free , And hate the lasie Lovers Pedantry . If they slight you , do you but then slight them , The Women soon will learn to Court the Men : Did not the Beautious Eccho Court in vain The self admiring Boy , who with disdain Her love repaid , did not Medea wo The Emonean Prince with love and Magick too ? And Sylla too , by Impious love misled , Her Father slew , to gain just Minos Bed ; And both her self and Purple Hair did bring Pledges of love , unto the Cretan King. And Dido , whilst her love she did pursue , The Trojan Prince to her embraces drew . 'T is only Custom makes them claim as due The Adoration that belongs to you ; Your servile Yoak of passion quickly break , And put in practice what you hear me speak . They all assent , and wisely did approve The wholsom Counsel of the Queen of Love , And so departed : when a pretty Lass , Which in the dark might for my Lady pass , Gave me a kiss , and to me smiling sed , She thought the Grass as good as any Bed ; I hugg'd a wholsom Girl in my esteem ; So wak'd , and vext , I found it but a Dream . To the Honourable Jonathan Atkins , Governour of the Barbadoes . WIth joy like ours the mighty Roman State Their Capitolean Triumphs celebrate . Sing Io Peans for their Victory , And Trophies bring , great God of VVar , to thee . Yet we to you Great Sir , will Trophies bring Of Peace , a more delightful Offering . Our VVoods shall ring , whilst we bring Myrtle Boughs , Commixt with Bays , to crown your sacred Brows . And thou Daphnean Lawrel too shall joyn Thy verdant Leaves , which shall his Temples twine . Ceres , Pomona , Flora , all shall bring The Glorys of the Summer , Autumn , Spring . The great Survey or of the East , and West Shall fire the Spices of the Phoenix Nest ; And Iove's great Bird shall in her Tallons bring The living Phoenix as an Offering ; Iris to both the Poles her Bow shall tye , VVhose party-colour'd Robes adorn the Skie . The spangled Orbs their glory shall dispence Upon this Isle , with sacred Influence . All things shall strive to add some glory to This Fertil Isle , that 's Governed by you , Even senseless things : And shall I silent sit , And slear at all , for to be thought a VVit , Like many Foppish Gallants now adays ? No , I 'le present you with this sprig of Bays . Inspire my Muse , thou sacred God of Verse , VVhilst in Heroick Numbers I rehearse The glory , safety , and the blest content , Depends , Great Sir , upon your Government . The Rich , the Poor , the Strong , the Impotent , Each in his Station reaps a blest content . The Rich his Land and Cattle doth obtain , The Poor Man reaps the fruit of all his pain , The strong Mans strength is curb'd from Tyranny ; The weak ne're fears his angry Enemy . Here no Man falls by cruel hand of VVar , Nor raging Tumults terrifie from far ; But here in safety every man does lye , Reaping the joys of such Tranquillity . Vive le Roy. Great Charles , thou didst foresee This Countrys good , and Long'd for Liberty . Great Ionathan our David well did know , On whom his Love and Honour to bestow ; Else had this Isle ne're seen this happy time , More Fertil by your presence , than the Clime . O happy Island ! O Thrice happy Land , VVhose Regiment is given to your Hand ▪ Rule as you please , those Pow'rs that reign above Inspire your Soul with a paternal Love ; Infusing in our Hearts Obedience still , Governing all our Actions by your VVill. O mibi tam longe maneat pars ultima vitae Spiritus , & quantum sat erit sua dicere facta Non me carminibus vincet nec Thracius Orpheus , Nec Linus . On the Nine Muses , out of Ausonius . CLio relates things done , and gives the time ; Melpomene delights in Tragick Rhyme ; Thalia sports it in lascivious Verses , Euterpe sweet and pleasant things reherses ; Terpsicore with Harps the mind inspires ; Erato dancing most of all desires ; Calliope brave Deeds to Books commits ; Urania to Astronomy submits ; Polhymnia describes with hand and gesture In midst of these , Apollo most Divine VVith his diffusive Spirit cheers the Nine . To Clelia . HEiress of love , and glory of the Time , Angelick Beauty shining in your Prime ; Thus Gods in ancient times did terrifie Poor Mortals by approaching Deity , As when you show the luster of your Eye ; Whose high Majestick grace , when lookt upon , Doth cause an awful adoration . Never did Egypt Apis worship more , Offering their lives , then we do you adore ; The Sun-burnt African , of sable hue , VVorships the Moon , and thinks it may be you . The Persian , the Sun , and thinks he spies The glory only propper to your Eyes . But we enlightned by that glorious light Wou'd make a Sun-shine in the darkest Night , Do really adore that high persection Which they enjoy but only by reslexion . Fair Clelia , then give me but leave to say , I shall no more delight to see the day , Than see you happy , which shall ever be The greatest happiness can come to me . On the undaunted Courage of a Shipwrackt Captain . HArk how the roaring Winds , ( great God of Thunder , ) Exalt the briny Floods , to tear a sunder Our well rig'd Vessel riding on the Main , Whose lofty threatned Pendant does disdain Proud Neptunes angry Power , and awful wrath , Dashing the boldest of his Waves to Froth . Which when the King of Floods with anger saw , His awful Trident scorning to withdraw , He summon'd all the Waves , and did implore The Eolean aid , which made the Winds to roar . Now like to Mountains rise the Waves on high , Tossing the nimble Vessel to the Skie ; Then by a great descent she falls again Into the gaping Bowels of the Main . No voice is heard , in vain they spend their Breath , Two Elements at once conspire their Death . The Mariners are stupisi'd with fear , The skilful Pilot knows not how to steer . The Ocean boils , and , to augment the rage , The Winds from ev'ry Point the Floods engage . Heavens face is cover'd with a Veil of Night , The Thunder bearing Clouds ejected Light From all Parts flies , and in this wretched state , Presents to all an unavoided Fate . Which when the Captain saw , he gaz'd a while , To see their manly Courage thus recoil ; And with more Pow'r than Neptune , which doth sway His wat'ry Trident , which the Waves obey , His loud Imperial voice commands a peace , Whose Eccho stops the Waves , and makes them cease . Or like fierce Mars , with an undaunted minde , As if their God the wat'ry Realm did bind , He cuts the smiling Ocean , and does stand As the Supream that Governs Sea and Land. Now by this time a frighted Wave appears At Neplune's Court , relating all their fears ; Telling , some mighty God usurp'd his Seat , And all the Waves lay prostrate at his Feet . The Sea-green God all in a rage appears , And the shrill Trytons Visage anger bears ; The Mermaids skip and dance about the Boat , Which Seamen say does dreadful Storms denote , And so it was . The Misty Shades of Night All on a sudden robb'd 'em of the Light. The Heavens began to roare , the Waves arise , Dashing their briny Floods against the Skies . The Captain strives in vain the Ship to save , While on each side appears a threatning Grave . There 's no cessation , VVaves the VVaves outvies , And threaten Heaven with their batteries . VVhat shou'd they do , poor men ? their Courage fails , And all their hopes are shatter'd as their Sails . They all stand stupifi'd , like senseless stocks , VVhilst the craz'd Vessel 's dash'd against the Rocks . The Captain then , with a Couragious motion , ' Leaps in the raging Bowels of the Ocean , And with his threatning Sword he cuts the Waves , The raging Floods with Valour he outbraves ; And swimming to the Shoar , his Sword he shakes , Whereat the roaring Sea retires and quakes . But all his men , alas ! like silly Sheep , Sink to the bottom of the swelling Deep . Yet he 's ne're daunted , his firm Soul stands fast Upon its Basis , stedfast to the last . What Noble Hero ever cou'd do more Than be o're Land and Sea a Conquerour ? To his Verses . Go tell my fair , that I Must let her know I love , or dye . Nor can the knowledge be Enough , O no , she too must pitty me . Alas ! What did I say ? Is pitty all that she must pay ? No , she must yet do more , Love me as much as I adore , And joyn in One these Three , Know , Love , and Pitty me . On Parson Andrew's , Parazitical Sermon to Mr. Evans , Mayor of Shaston . WHere is this Boanerges , that dares batter The Churches Faith , and in a Pulpit slatter ? VVho fears not both in Sermon and in Prayer ▪ For to delude Our Worshipful the Mayor , And make the People think , if he were able , That he in all things is Infallible ? Let him do what he will , it does appear , He must be one of Gods Vicegerents here . Believe him but in this , and next you then Must both believe in Mayor and Aldermen , And add it to your Creed ; and then you may Say Mass , and to the Fur-gown'd Idol Pray ; And thus he puts a slur upon the Nation , And brings it off , This Ancient Corporation . This ancient Corporation's not so blind , But see the VVallet of his faults behind ; And hold it for a true and Christian Canon , The Parson cannot serve his God and Mammon : But Andrew's sham-Apostle thought in Meter Something to say in praise of Simon Peter . Nor will his Plea excuse him , though he say , 'T is Oratoria licentia . On a Wife . OUt , or I burst ! VVhat damn'd confounded spell Made Orpheus run to fetch a VVife from Hell ? VVhat was it mov'd that madness in his Breast ? He by a Legion surely was possest Of master-Devils . Had he lov'd the Pox , And all the Plagues were in Pandora's Box , Embrac'd all Vice , though loathsom and impure , Heaven might in pitty yet afford a Cure. But when they come to that licentious life , To fawn , and hug , and doat upon a VVife , There 's no Salvation for such cursed Elves , They may , like Iudas , go and hang themselves . Had Adam ne're seen Eve for to entice , He doubtless yet had liv'd in Paradise . That curs'd Satanick Engin , not content To damn her self to endless punishment , Intic'd our Father Adam for to eat The fruit of Life , and Death inflicting meat . And ever since each cursed Iezabel Has led her Husband the right way to Hell. O rare advice to Iob ! why dost retain Thy foolish Righteousness so long in vain ! Lo , the reward of all thy Piety ! Take thy Wife's Counsel , curse thy God and dye . Counsel so good , who coud not chuse but take , Though not for Hells , yet for his poor Wifes sake ? Damn'd Monster , cou'dst thou find no other way Than this , thy righteous Husband to betray ? Can e're a Man expect a moments rest , That hugs so curst a Viper in his Breast . Woman brings VVo , 't is true , her very Name An adjunct is of Sorrow unto man ; Let her be fair or foul , airy or dull , Peevish or pleasant , kind or unnatural ; She 's but the Devils bait for to trepan Poor , fond , uxorious , and silly Man. Naides , Draides , Hymen , Orpheus , Euridice . Naides . O Hymen , come away , Frame no excuses for a longer stay ; For hand in hand The Lovers stand , And think each hour a year Until thy tedious Godhead does appear . Dra. Great God of Nuptual Rites , Orpheus and his Euridice invites Thee to their Feast , Wich shall be blest With mutual Joy , if thou appear , And cause a general Mirth throughout the year . Hym. Shame on your uglie hast , That thus disturbs and calls away so fast , In Stygian damp They have dipt my Lamp , Yet may the Omen be Far from my Orpheus and Euridice . Chorus . Far be the Omen , we Do hope from him , and his Euridice . Ye Gods that hear What we prepare , Our Sacrifice and Song , Where Beasts and Trees shall caper in a throng . Orph. What over tedious stay , My fair Euridice does thus betray ? The slying hours , Whose mutual powers , Lest they too slow appear , Take Cupids Wings , and hasten from their Sphere . Eurid . The time I think mispent That robs my Orpheus of the least content . A Lovers fear Is always neer ; Yet shall thy Beauteous praise Appear more blest , cause thou didst Tantalize . A Song by Orpheus . Poor Tantalus , I pitty thee , Who Court'st the Wave , and Woo'st the Tree ; The water slides just as he sips , And so avoids his amorous Lips ; The Golden Fruit his lust intice , VVhich he wou'd tast at any price : But Fare resists his strong desires , For whilst he gapes , the Fruit retires ; VVhat fault , alas ! cou'd this deserve , In midst of plenty thus to starve ? Thou art like a Miser ▪ cloath'd in Rags , VVhilst he sits brooding o're his Bags . And dares not touch ought of his store , But is in midst of plenty Poor . Hym. Hail to the lovely pair , For whose sweet sake I hither made repair , Firmly to lie In Amity , Beauty and Love , which be Compris'd in Orpheu's and Euridice . Orph. VVelcomer than the day , Hymen , what was the cause of this delay ? Cou'dst thou find out A cause of doubt , Or thought that there might be In either of us Mutability ? Hym. Brave Prince of Poets , no ; By this delay I strove to let you know Some cruel Fate Does on you wait , VVhich all your Pleasure banes , Fast bound by Fate in Adamantine Chains . Orph. The Gods with ease afflict Poor Mortals , who their power can't contradict ; And we adore That power the more , And herein surely trust , If we but once are good , that they are just . Eurid . None but the Guilty fear , And what they fear , 't is Justice they shou'd bear : Let nothing cause A farther pause , But in this Temple joyn Two Hands , Two Hearts , which Fate cannot untwine . Hym. Goddess of Hearts , Before whose Throne VVith equal parts Two and yet One Themselves present , To the intent That thou mayst ever be Propitious to their Love and Amity . Grant their Requests , Let lasting Peace In mutual Breasts Ever increase ; And may they prove True as the Dove , And may they also be Inrich'd with a most numerous Progenie . For by this Light , And Altars fume , Which in thy sight We here consume , Thou ne're didst bless With happiness Two Lovers that will prove More great in Merit , or more true to Love. Chorus . Let pleasing smiles And mutual Joy The time beguile , And never cloy . Let pleasant Theams , In gentle Dreams , Increase their generous fire , And kindle Flames that never shall expire . Hymen . The Goddess frowns , and with dejected Eyes Seems slightly to regard our Sacrifice . One of the Turtles which the Offering were , Dy'd on the Altar , e're I made my Prayer . The Tapers shone but with a heavy light , One sputtering Blue , resign'd his Flame to Night . Orpheus . The Gods deep wills are seldom known , 'Till put in Execution ; And 't were a folly to lament A certain doom none can prevent ; Then why shou'd we capitulate With what recorded is by Fate ? Euridice . The power of Fate cannot our love control , And fear 's too base for any generous Soul ; The Gods , who in a higher Orb do move , May take our lives , but never wrong our Love. Let 's then like Turtles sitting on a Tree , Wait for the Hawk wou'd catch us if we flee . FINIS . THE TABLE . A. A Wealthy Thuscan Priest , of no mean note . Page . 23. Alas poor Infant , Death was too severe . Page . 30. Assist my Muse , thou gravest of the Nine . Page . 45. As in the Ocean on a Summers day . Page . 50. A sure Foundation makes a Building stand . Page . 67. Ah lovely fair , can you so cruel be . Page . 68. Admired Beauty , whose victorious Eyes . Page . 76. An Anagram and Epigram on James D. of York . Page . 83. An Anagram , Epigram , and Acrostick on Su. W. Page . 84. A Boat , a Boat. Page . 89. An envious , angry , sluggish , drunken Lover . Page . 91. Ah fainting Breath , there 's nought can yield relief . Page . 95. Alas , fond Painter , why dost strive to grace . Page . 97. Affright me not , you urge your suit in vain . Page . 98. B. Before some Famine , Pestilence , or War. Page . 32. Beautious Hersilia , those that rule above . Page . 73. C. Coy Clelia , veil those Charming Eyes . Page . 7. Come my dear Love into this Grove . Page . 27. Cilex , a Theif , much noted for his crime . Page . 71. Come le ts to the Tavern away . Page . 106. Clio relates things done , and gives the time . Page . 116. D. Divinest Creature , to whose heavenly brow . Page . 50. Dost thou not see this Picture set . Page . 59. F. Fair and yet cruel ! sure it cannot be . Page . 17. Farewel to pleasure and to fond delight . Page . 41. Fair Clelia , didst thou know . Page . 66. Farewel my scornful Female Saint . Page . 80. From Salamis when Tucer fled . Page . 87. G. Go , tell her that I love . Page . 8. Go mournful sigh , haste to my fair . Page . 52. Go dull Mechanick , whose infective pride . Page . 70. Go tell my fair that I. Page . 102. H. Hail ancient Brother , what is in thy mind . Page . 13. Hail sacred Woods , and all ye rural Gods. Page . 24. How , Gosse forsook her ! 't is as true as may be . Page . 93. Heiress of Love , and glory of the time . Page . 106. Heark how the raging Winds ( Great God of Thunder . ) ibid. I. If that this Book without command . Page . 6. If that extortion , fraud and strage . Page . 12. I will not tell her that she 's fair . Page . 16. I have drank too much Lethe of late . Page . 18. I thank you , worthy Sir , your good advice . Page . 21. Iust as I liv'd , just so I dy'd . Page . 26. In times of old , when Kings did not disdain . Page . 53. I yield , dear Enemy , nor now . Page . 107. I love a Lass that will not wed . Page . 108. L. Lelaps my Ladys Dog , must sit at meat . Page . 35. Loves Charms all humane force doth sway . Page . 105. M. My Genius hurried by that haste . Page . 10. Meek , kind , and good , cou'd I relate . Page . 15. Mirrour of Beauty , from whose conqu'ring Eyes . Page . 20. My Friend John Clement 'tother day . Page . 60. N. No Salvage Tyranny , no desperate War. Page . 91. O. O Garden , unto me more blest . Page . 1. Of mighty Jove I lately askt a Boon . Page . 86. Out or I burst , what damn'd confounded spell . Page . 121. O Hymen come away . Page . 123. R. Render your heart , or give mine agen . Page . 26. Restore my wounded heart , dear Love. Page . 61. S. Shall still my suite prove vain ? then bid me dye . 71. Sweet Vesper being the Night . 63. So strange a distemper I ne're yet did know . 72. T. The crafty Thief may rob thee of thy store . 9. Think not , fair Madam , that your high disdain . 19. The Sons of Pompey yielded up their breath . 22. They say Ulisses by his art . 24. Tell me , thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night . 43. 'T was at the time when Phoebus with his rays . 47. The Snow's dissolv'd the grassy Fields grown green . 64. To thee , O Wood , I make my moan . 76. The Fetters of love are far stronger than hate . 79. This piece of Wood which now doth lye . 82. They say that Souls departed first must run . 88. 'T was Evening when the Suns departure made . 101. U. Venus , I oft have heard thy Name . 61. Venus of Souls , whose hand controls . 69. Upon this Marble stone forbear to tread . 100. W. Where 's absent Clelia . 4. What makes the Frontiers of the sable Night . 42. What ails the Poet , what a new desire . 37. When bald-pate Winter with his hoary head . 39. What makes the trembling Hare the Lyon fly . 36. Why dost thou thus delay . 85. Why shou'd I urge my love , since that I know . 95. When Titan hasted from his heavenly Sphere . 109. With joy like ours the mighty Roman State ▪ 113. Where is this Boanerges , that dares batter . 102. Y. Te powers above , and ye Celestial ones . 31 ▪ FINIS . 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NOT Sleep , beneath the Shade in Flow'ry Fields , To th' weary Traveller more Pleasure yeilds ; Nor , to asswage his Thirst , the living Spring , I' th' heat of Summer , more delight does bring ; Than unto me thy well Tun'd Numbers do , In which thou dost both please and profit too . Born in a Clime where Storms and Tempests grow ; Far from the Place where Helicon does flow : The Muses travel'd far to bless thy Sight , And taught thee how to Think , and how to Write . Th' * Ascraean Shepherd tells us he indeed Had seen them dancing , while his Flocks did feed . Not Petrarch's Laura , nor bright Stella's Fame , Shall longer live than Sacharissa's Name . Thou do'st not write like those , who brand the Times , And themselves most , with sharp Satyrick Rhimes : Nor does thy Muse , with smutty Verses , tear The modest Virgin 's chast and tender Ear. Free from their Faults , what e're thy Muse indites , Not Ovid , nor Tibullus softer writes . The choice of tuneful Words t' express our Thought , By thy Example we have first been taught . Our English * Virgil , and our Pindar too , In this ( 't is said ) some negligence did shew . I 'le add but this , lest while I think to raise Thy worth , I kindly injure thee with Praise ; Thy Verses have a Genius , and must Live until all things crumble into Dust. Sir John Cotton , Bar. Poems , &c. Upon my Noble Friend , Mr. Waller . THough I can add but little to his Name , Whose Muse hath giv'n him such immortal Fame ; Yet , in the Crowd of those who dress his Hearse , I come to pay the Tribute of a Verse . Athens and Rome , when Learning flourish'd most , Could never such a Finish'd Poet boast : Whose matchless softness in the English Tongue Out-does what Horace , or Anacreon Sung. Judgment does some to Reputation raise ; And for Invention others wear the Baies : He possest both , with such a Talent still . As shew'd not only force of Wit , but Skill . So faultless was his Muse , 't is hard to know If he did more to Art , or Nature owe. Read where you will , he 's Musick all along , And his Sense easie , as his Thought is strong . Some striving to be Clear , fall Flat and Low ; And when they think to mount , obscure they grow . He is not darker for his lofty Flight ; Nor does his Easiness depress his Height ; But still pespicuous , wheresoere he fly , And , like the Sun , is brightest , when he 's high . Ladies admire , and taste his gentle Vein , Which does the greatest Statesmen entertain . His Verses do all sorts of Readers warm , Philosophers instruct , and Women charm . Nor did he all Men in his Verse out-do , But gave the Law in Conversation too : He tun'd the Company where ere he came , Still leaving with them something of his Flame . He seem'd by Nature made for every thing , And could harangue , and talk , as well as sing ; Persuade in Council , and Assemblies lead ; Now make them bold , and then as much afraid : Give them his Passions , make them of his Mind ; And their Opinion change , as he inclin'd . The English he hath to Perfection brought ; And we to speak are by his Measures taught . Those very Words , which are in Fashion now , He brought in Credit half an Age ago . Thus Petrarch mended the Italian Tongue : And now they speak the Language which he sung . They both like Honour to their Countries do ; Their Saints they both inimitably woe . They both alike Eternity do give ; And Sacharissa shall with Laura live . Sir THO. HIGGONS . On Mr. Waller . WAller is dead ; and lofty Number 's lost . Now English Verse ( with nothing left to boast ) May hobble on , and vex goods Pindar's Ghost . What was it Three and Eighty Years to live ? Short is this Boon to what the Muses give : They so Insur'd his Immortality , That scarce he knew , in any kind , to dye . Two Ages he the Sacred Garland bore ; Peerless in this , and Prince of that before . Rare Genius , his ; alike their Glory made , In glittering Courts , and in the Country Shade . There , by four Kings belov'd , how high he shone ! Inseparable Jewel of the Crown ; Yet thence no borrow'd Heat , or Lustre got , Warm of himself ; and Sun he wanted not . And if the Diamond stood hard Fortunes shock , Thanks to his old Hereditary Rock . For all the Court , for all the Muses Snares ; Our Journals also tell his publick Cares . From Iames to Iames , they count him ore and ore , In four Successive Reigns , a Senator . On him , amidst the legislative Throng , Their Eyes , and Ears , and every Heart they hung . Within those Walls if we Apollo knew , Less could he warm , nor throw a Shaft so true . What Life , what Lightning blanch'd around the Chair ? ( It was no House , if Waller was not there : ) And that Respect still to his Speech , or Nods , As he had come from Councils of the Gods. How would he tune their contradicting Notes ? With ready Wit facilitate the Votes ? As in his Verse , so ev'ry where display An Air of something Great , and something Gay ? And , like Amphion , when he form'd a Town , Put Life in ev'ry Stock , and ev'ry Stone ? Oh! had he liv'd one Meeting more to Sit , How would the Times his generous Mind have hit ? What he so long contested for , in vain , Set loose from all Ecclesiastick Chain , VVith Transport he would find Religion , free , And now no longer a Monopoly . Watch Home , and Harbour ; nay , shut up the Sea : But who shall ere with Heav'n our Traffick stay ? Or there erect a Block-house in the way ? Our stubborn Body is not us'd so ill ; It must no Rack ( that foreign Engine ) feel ; And yet they bring poor Conscience to the Wheel . Error they scourge ; so Children whip their Top ; The certain only , means to keep it up . Thus would he play , and many a pointed Jest Still fling against the persecuting Beast . Easie to run in endless Histories ; Tracing a Life of one who never dyes . How he the Orbs of Courts and Councils mov'd : But , Muses , how he Sung , and how he Lov'd . VVhat Spirit fills his Verse , your Care defines ; Amongst the Stars how Sacharissa shines : How still her Altars fume with Sacrifice , VVhen gone are all the Goddesses of Greece . Language and VVit he rais'd to such an height , VVe should suspect , with him , the Empire 's Fate , Did not Auspicious Iames support the Weight . This Northern Speech refin'd to that degree , Soft France we scorn , nor envy Italy : But for a fit Comparison must seek In Virgil's Latin , or in Homer's Greek . Anger is mad ; and Choler , mere Disease : His Muse sought what was sweet , & what would please : Still led where Natures beauteous Rays entice ; Not touching vile Deformities , or Vice. Here no Chimera skips , no Goblin frights ; No Satyr's here , nor Monster else , that bites . Sweetness his very Vinegar allaid ; And all his Snakes in Ladies Bosom play'd . Nature rejoic'd beneath his charming power ; His lucky hand made every thing a Flower . So every Shrub to Iessamin improves ; And rudest Holts , to goodly Myrtle Groves . Some , from a Sprig he carelesly had thrown , Have furnish'd a whole Garden of their own . Some , by a Spark that from his Chariot came , Take Fire , and blaze , and raise a deathless Name . Others a luckless Imitation try ; And , whilst they soar , and whilst they venture high , Flutter and flounce , but have not Wing to fly . Some , in loose Words their empty Fancies bind , Which whirl about , with Chaff , before the Wind. Here , brave Conceits in the Expression fail : There , big the Words , but with no Sense at all . Still Waller's Sense might Waller's Language trust ; Both pois'd , and always bold , and always just . None ere may reach that strange Felicity , Where Thoughts are easie , Verse so sweet , and free , Yet not descend one Step from Majesty . T. RYMER . Monsieur St. Euremon . 1684. WAller , qui ne sent rien des Maux de la vieillesse . Dont la vivacité fait honte aux jeunes Gens ; S'attache â la Beauté pour vivre plus long temps , Et ce qu'on nomeroit dans un autre foiblesse , Est en ce rare Esprit une sage tendresse , Qui le fait resister à l'injure des Ans. In English , by T. R. VAin Gallants , look on Waller , and despair : He , only he , may boast the Grand Receit ; Of Fourscore Years he never feels the weight : Still in his Element , when with the Fair ; There gay , and fresh , drinks in the rosie Air : There happy , he enjoys his leisure hours ; Nor thinks of Winter , whilst amidst the Flowers . Vpon the Inimitable Mr. VValler . THE Witty , and the Brave , survive the Tomb ; Poets , and Heroes , Death it self o'recome : By what they write , or act , Immortal made , They only change their World , but are not Dead . Waller can never dye , of Life secure As long as Fame , or aged Time , endure . A Tree of Life is Sacred Poetry ; Whoe're has leave to tast , can never dye . Many Pretenders to the Fruit there be . Who , against Nature's Will do pluek the Tree ; They nibble , and are Damn'd : But only those Have Life , who are by partial Nature chose . VValler was Nature's Darling , free to tast Of all her Store ; The Master of the Feast : Not like old Adam , stinted in his Choice , But Lord of all the spatious Paradise . Mysteriously the Bounteous Gods were kind , And in his Favour Contradictions joyn'd . Honest and Just , yet Courted by the Great ; A Poet , yet a Plentiful Estate : Witty , yet Wise ; Unenvi'd , and yet Prais'd ; And shew'd the Age could be with Merit pleas'd . Malice and Spite , to Virtue certain Foes , Were dumb to him , nor durst his Fame oppose ; Those cruel VVolves he tam'd , their Rage disarm'd , And , with his tuneful Song , like Orpheus charm'd . To Love , or Business , both he was enclin'd , Could counsel Senates , or make Virgins kind ; The Factious , with persuasive Rhetorick , move , Or teach disdainful Fair ones how to love ; The stubborn of each Sex , to Reason bring : Like Cato he could Speak , like Ovid Sing . Our British Kings are rais'd above the Hearse , Immortal made , in his immortal Verse . No more are Mars and Iove Poetick Theams , But the two peaceful Charleses , and Great Iames. Iulia , and Delia , do no more delight , But Sacharissa now is only bright . Nor can the Paphian Goddess longer move ; But Gloriana is the Queen of Love. The Father of so many Gods is he , He must himself be sure some Deity . Minerva and Apollo shall submit , And VValler be the only God of VVit. This equal Rise be to his Merit given , On Earth the King , the God of Verse in Heaven . GEORGE GRANVILLE . On the Death of Mr. VValler . AH ! had thy Body lasted , as thy Name , Secure of Life , as now thou art of Fame ; Thou had'st more Ages than old Nestor seen : Nor had thy Phaebus more immortal been . To thee alone we are beholden more Than all the Poets of the Times before . Thy Muse , inspir'd with a Genteeler Rage , Did first refine the Genius of our Age. In thee a clear and female Softness shin'd , VVith Masculine Vigour , Force , and Judgment joyn'd . You , in soft Strains , for Courts and Ladies , sung , So natural your Thought , so sweet your Song , The gentle Sex did still partake your Flame , And all the Coyness of your Mistress blame ; Still mov'd with you , did the same Passions find , And vow'd that Sacharissa was unkind . Oh! may the VVorld ne're lose so brave a Flame ; May one succeed in Genius , and in Fame . May , from thy Urn , some Phoenix , VValler , rise , VVhom the admiring VVorld , like thee , may prize ; May he , in thy immortal Numbers , sing , And paint the Glories of our matchless King : Oh! may his Verse of mighty VValler taste , And mend the coming Age , as you the last . VVithin that Sacred Pile where Kings do come , Both to receive their Crowns , and find a Tomb , There is a lonely Isle ; which holy Place The lasting Monuments of Poets grace . Thither , amongst th' inspired Train , convey , And , in their Company , his Ashes lay : Let him with Spencer and great Cowley be , He , who is much the greatest of the Three . Thô there so many Crowns and Mitres lye , ( For Kings , and Saints , as well as we , must dye ) Those venerable VValls were never blest , Since their Foundation , with a nobler Guest . VVith them , great Soul , thou shalt Immortal live , And , in thy deathless Numbers Fate survive : Fresh , as thy Sacharissa's Beauty , still Thy Bays shall grow , which Time can never kill . Far as our conqu'ring British Lyon roars , Far as the Poles , or the remotest Shores , Where're is known or heard the English Name , The distant World shall hear of VValler's Fame . Thou only shalt with Natures self expire , And all the World , in the supreamest Fire ; When Horace and fam'd Virgil dye , when all That 's Great , or Noble , shall together fall . BEVILL HIGGONS . On the Death of E. Waller , Esq HOW , to thy Sacred Memory , shall I bring ( Worthy thy Fame ) a grateful Offering ? I , who by Toils of Sickness , am become Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb ? While every soft , and every tender Strain Is ruffl'd , and ill-natur'd grown with Pain . But , at thy Name , my languisht Muse revives , And a new Spark in the dull Ashes strives . I hear thy tuneful Verse , thy Song Divine ; And am Inspir'd by every charming Line . But , Oh! — What Inspiration , at the second hand , Can an Immortal Elegie Command ? Unless , like Pious Offerings , mine should be Made Sacred , being Consecrate to thee . Eternal , as thy own Almighty Verse , Should be those Trophies that adorn thy Hearse . The Thought Illustrious , and the Fancy Young ; The Wit Sublime , the Iudgment Fine , and Strong ; Soft , as thy Notes to Sacharissa sung . Whilst mine , like Transitory Flowers , decay , That come to deck thy Tomb a short-liv'd Day . Such Tributes are , like Tenures , only fit To shew from whom we hold our Right to Wit. Hail , wondrous Bard , whose Heav'n-born Genius first My Infant Muse , and Blooming Fancy Nurst . With thy soft Food of Love I first began , Then fed on nobler Panegyrick Strain , Numbers Seraphic ! and , at every View , My Soul extended , and much larger grew : Where e're I Read , new Raptures seiz'd my Blood ; Methought I heard the Language of a God. Long did the untun'd World in Ign'rance stray , Producing nothing that was Great and Gay , Till taught , by thee , the true Poetick way . Rough were the Tracts before , Dull , and Obscure ; Nor Pleasure , nor Instruction could procure . Their thoughtless Labour could no Passion move ; Sure , in that Age , the Poets knew not Love : That Charming God , like Apparitions , then Was only talk'd on , but ne're seen by Men : Darkness was o're the Muses Land displaid , And even the Chosen Tribe unguided straid . Till , by thee rescu'd from th' Egyptian Night , They now look up , and view the God of Light , That taught them how to Love , and how to Write ; And to Enhance the Blessing which Heav'n lent , When for our great Instructor thou wert sent . Large was thy Life , but yet thy Glories more ; And , like the Sun , did still dispense thy Power , Producing somthing wondrous every hour : And , in thy Circulary Course , didst see The very Life and Death of Poetry . Thou saw'st the Generous Nine neglected lie , None listning to their Heav'nly Harmony ; The VVorld being grown to that low Ebb of Sense , To disesteem the noblest Excellence ; And no Encouragement to Prophets shewn , Who in past Ages got so great Renown . Though Fortune Elevated thee above Its scanty Gratitude , or fickle Love ; Yet , sullen with the VVorld , untir'd by Age , Scorning th'unthinking Crowd , thou quit'st the Stage . A. BEHN . On the Death of Mr. VValler . THô ne're so Base , or never so Sublime , All Human things must be the Spoil of Time : Poet and Heroe with the rest must go ; Their Fame may mount , their Dust must lie as low . Thus mighty Waller is , at last , expir'd , VVith Cowley , from a vitious Age retir'd , As much Lamented , and as much Admir'd . Long we enjoy'd him ; on his tuneful Tongue All Ears and Hearts with the same Rapture hung , As his on lovely Chloris while she Sung ! His Style does so much Strength and Sweetness bear , Hear it but once , and you 'd for ever hear ! Various his Subjects , yet they joyntly warm , All Spirit , Life , and every Line a Charm : Correct throughout , so exquisitely penn'd , VVhat he had Finish'd nothing else could mend . Now , in soft Notes , like dying Swans , h'ed Sing , Now tow'r aloft , like Eagles on the Wing ; Speak of adventrous Deeds in such a Strain , As all but Milton would attempt in vain ; And only there , where his rap't Muse does tell How in th' Aetherial War th' Apostate Angels fell . His Labours , thus , peculiar Glory claim , As writ with somthing more than Mortal Flame : VVit , Judgment , Fancy , and a Heat Divine , Throughout each part , throughout the whole does shine : Th' Expression clear , the Thought sublime , and high , No flut'ring , but with even wing he glides along the Skie . Here the two bold contending Fleets are found , The mighty Rivals of the watery Round ; In Smoak and Flame involv'd , they could not Fight VVith so much Force and Fire as he does Write . Here Galatea mourns ; In such sad Strains Poor Philomel her wretched Fate complains . Here Fletcher and Immortal Iohnson shine , Deathless , preserv'd in his Immortal Line . But where , O mighty Bard , where is that He , Surviving now , to do the same for Thee ? At such a Theam my conscious Muse retires , Unable to attempt thy Praise , she silently admires . VVhether for Peaceful Charles , or Warlike Iames , His Lyre was Strung , the Muses dearest Theams : VVhether of Loves Success , when in the Eyes Of the kind Nymph the conscious Glances rise , When , blushing , she breaths short , and with constraint denies ; Whether he paint the Lover's restless Care , Or Sacharissa , the disdainful Fair ; ( Relentless Sacharissa , Deaf to Love , The only She his Verse could never move ; But sure she stopt her Ears , and shut her Eyes , He could not else have miss'd the Heav'nly Prize . ) All this is manag'd with that Strength of Wit , So Happily , So Smoothly , Courtly writ , As nothing but himself could e're have done ; And we no more must hope now he ( great King of Verse ) is gone . Nor did Old Age damp the Poetick Flame , Loaded with Fourscore Years , 't was still the same . Some we may see , who in their Youth have writ Good Sense , at Fifty take their leave of Wit , Chimaera's and incongruous Fables feign , Tedious , Insipid , Impudent , and Vain : But he knew no Decay ; the Sacred Fire , Bright to the last , did with himself expire . Such was the Man , whose Loss we now deplore , Such was the Man , but we should call him more . Immortal in himself , we need not strive To keep his Sacred Memory alive . Just , Loyal , Brave , Obliging , Gen'rous , Kind ; The English he has , to the height refin'd , And the best Standard of it leaves ( his Legacy ) behind . To Mr. Riley , Drawing Mr. VValler's Picture . NOT Flesh and Blood can Riley's Pride confine , He must be adding still some Ray Divine ; Nor is content when he true Likeness shows , Unless that Glory also Crown the Brows . This Subject , Riley , this ( for long has he Scow'rd the bright Roads of Immortality ) New Rapture wants : no human Touch can reach His Lawrels , and Poetick Triumphs pitch . On Face and Out-side stay thy bold Design ; 'T is Sacred , 't is Apollo's all within . Thou may'st slight Sketches of the Surface shew , Not vex the Mine , whence God-like Treasures flow . Came twenty Nymphs , his Muse contented all , None went away without her Golden Ball ; The Gods of old were not so liberal . How many , free from Fate , enjoy his Song , Drink Nectar , ever Gay , and ever Young ? Thô to thy Genius no Attempt is vain , Think not to draw the Poet , but the Man. Yet , Riley , thus thou endless Fame must share ; His Generous Pen thy Pencil shall prefer , It draw him Man , and he make it a Star. T. R. FINIS . 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Fletcher , B.A. Fellow of New-College in Oxon. LONDON , Printed for Charles Harper at the Flower-de-luce over against S. Dunstans Church , Fleetstreet . 1692. TO THE Reverend William Harris D.D. Schoolmaster of the College near Winton . SIR , ALthough your Favours to me have been so many and so undeserved , that I ought to take all Opportunities of acknowledging them ; yet the very nature of this little Work seem'd to design You for it's Patron , and almost prevented my Choice . For to whom could I with so much Confidence address it , as to You , who are accustomed to encourage the Endeavours , and pardon the Imperfections of Youth ? Many of these Verses were writt●n while I was under your Care , and being the Product of Hours which I stole from the ordinary Bus●ness of your School , and employed otherwise than You directed ; I am obliged to seize this only Opportunity , which is left me , of making You restitution . I am too sensible , how mean and unworthy a Present I now offer You : o●ly I hope it may not seem so improper to You , who are daily conversing with the ancient Poets , and making new Ones ; as perhaps it might to any of my other Friends , who are generally engag'd , in more severe and serious ( though none in more Vseful and Honourable ) Studies . Sir , I do not find that I have any great Talent in Complement ; and if I had , I should at present think it Vseless : For I must beg your leave not to be so impertinent , as to open to the World what an honourable Sense I justly entertain of your Worth ; since You are placed in a Station so eminent that your Learning and Prudence , your Industry and Fidelity , your Courtesie and Generosity , and especially the Sweetness of your Temper and Conversation , together with all your other Vertues , must be much better and much farther known , than I can hope this little Book ever will. I shall fully obtain all that I aim at by this Address , if it may be accepted as a Testimony , with what Respect I am , Honoured Sir , Your most Obliged humble Servant T. FLETCHER . Fairfield , Nov. 6. 1691. THE PREFACE . I Am afraid the Reader need not be inform'd that these are youthful Poems . I have now spent very little more than a third part of my threescore years and ten , and I was much younger when many o●●●ese Poems were written . Indeed they were generally the Performances of a School-boy or a Fresh-man ; which I hope may in some measure excuse the lightness of some of them , and the meanness of all . The Translation of that part of Virgil , which I here publish , was indeed a work of time , and crept upon me at broken Hours : when , tir'd with Philosophical Studies , I chose to let down my Soul , and prepare my self for Conversation , by entertaining my thoughts with the Elegancies of that unimitable Poet. Being pleased with his Thoughts in Latin , it was natural to try how they would look in English , and that Trial produced a Verse , and another , another ; till at length I found my self far gone in a bold Work , before I knew what I was doing . Such as it is I now present it to publick view . And , tho' I acknowledge it every way unworthy of the Original ; yet methinks there is nothing which I can so hardly forgive my self , as that I took such pains to make it worse than I needed . I mean , by confining my self to Rhime , when blank Verse , as it would have been more easie , so I am perswaded it would have been more natural . Methinks blank Verse carries in it somewhat of the Majesty of Virgil ; when Rhimes , even the most happy of them ( after tedious pumping for them , and having good Expressions balk'd for want of them ) do but emasculate Heroick Verse , and give it an unnatural Softness . In Songs , Pastorals , and the softer sorts of Poetry , Rhimes may perhaps be not unelegantly retain'd ; but an Heroe drest up in them looks like Hercules with a Distaff . I have there●ore annex'd a few Specimens of Virgil Translated in blank Verse ; and because I would be impartial , I took the beginnings of the three next Books . I hope my Failings will not be an Argument against my Opinion ; for tho' I am unable to perform so great a Task , yet I perswade my self that , if a Dryden ( a Master of our Language and Poetry ) would undertake to Translate Virgil in blank Verse , we might hope to read him with as great pleasure in our Language , as his own . Whether I have carried this Humour too far in writing a Blank Pindarique Ode , let others judge : only this I have to say , that the licentiousness of Rhiming , which is usual in that sort of Poetry among us , will make the want of it less discerned ; at least it will clear me from the imputation of chusing Blank Verse out of Laziness . THE CONTENTS . I. THE Second Epode of Horace Translated . Page 1 II. A Translation from the First Book of Boethius de Consol. Phil. p. 5 III. A Song to his Majesty at Winton . 1686. p. 7 IV. Song . p. 10 V. Song . p. 11 VI. To Thomas Lord Bishop of Bath and Wells , staying at VVinton , after his Promotion to that See. 1685. p. 12 VII . On the Recovery of the Spanish Wrack , by Captain Phips . 1686. p. 16 VIII . On the Feast of Cecilia . 1686. An Ode . p. 20 IX . On a Lady's Birth Day . p. 25 X. On a Lady's Picture . p. 27 XI . Friendship . p. 28 XII . The Impatient . p. 30 XIII . The Resolution . p. 32 XIV . The Departure . p. 34 XV. Content . A Pastoral Dialogue . p. 36 XVI . To the King. p. 43 XVII . Eternity . A Pindarique Ode . p. 53 XVIII . The First Book of Virgil's Aeneis Translated . p. 65 XIX . Part of the Second Book . p. 120 XX. Part of the Third Book . p. 124 XXI . Part of the Fourth Book . p. 129 XXII . CHRIST Born. p. 133 POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS . The Second Epode of Horace Translated . HAppy the Man , who free from Debts and Care ( Such the first Mortals were ) Enjoys his sma●l hereditary Field , By his own Oxen till'd . No harsh Alarms of War disturb his E●s● , Nor dreads he th' angry Seas ; He slies the Bar , nor does he meanly wait At his Lordship's surly gate . But either to his stripling Poplars joyns The marriageable Vines : And pruning useless branches from his Trees , Grafts happier in their place : Or in a winding Vale is pleas'd to see His lowing Cattle stray : Or his Bees labour in clean Vessels stows : Or shears his tender Ewes : Or , if grave Autumn o'er the Fields erect His Head with Apples deckt . How pleas'd the use of well-plac'd Art he reaps , ●●esh Pears , and purple Grapes ! Of these an Of●●ring to the Gods he yields , The Guardian● of his Fields . Now on some Oak's large foot he rests his Head , Now on the s●ow'ry Mead. Where thro' high Banks a neighb'ring Current plays : Birds murmur thro' the Trees : And chiding Rills , which o'er the P●bbles creep , Invite to tender sleep . But , when cold Rains and Snow at Jove's Command Th' inverted Year attend ; With full-mouth'd Hounds into the crafty Snare He thrusts the foaming Boar : Or his thin Nets extended on the Bush Betray the greedy Thrush : The tim'rous Hare , and foreign Crane requite With Profit his delight . Who cannot hence all anxious Cares remove , And chiefly those of Love ? But if a modest frugal Matron share His Houshold , and his Care : ( Such as the brisk Apulian's Sunburnt Bride , Or the chast Sabi●e Maid ) Who makes the Hearth with aged fuel burn , Against her Swain's return : Whose humble Hand thinks it no shame to pen , And milk her wanton Kine : And in neat Vessels to her Lord does bear New Wine , and unbought Fare ; Not all too bounteous Nature's Luxury , The spoils of Land and Sea , A gust so grateful , as pick'd Olives , yield , Or Sallets from the Field ; Or Lamb , or Kid slain at a solemn Feast , With which choice Dainties blest , What pleasure 't is to see the fat Flocks come From Pasture bleating home ! To see the weary Oxen faintly tow Home the inverted Plow ! And with large swarms of useful Servants stor'd To see the wealthy Board ! Thus wisely talk'd th' Old Banker , weary grown Of Business and the Town , Summon'd in all his Principals , and then — He put 'em out agen . A Translation from the first Book of Boethius de Consol. Phil. I Who in sprightly Verse once sung my Joy , Must now sad thoughts and mournsul numbers try The sullen Muses only Grief inspire , And Ills unfeign'd sad Elegies require . The Muses faithful to my suff'rings stay , Nor dread th' Insection of Misery . These , who did once my happier Youth engage , Are now the comforts of my wretched Age. For I am Old ; Age hasten'd on with Cares And Sorrow claims the remnant of my Years . Untimely Snow deforms my careful Head , And shrivel'd Skin o'er my craz'd body's spread . Death to Mankind a mighty Blessing were Would it our Youth and happy Minutes spare , And only rescue us from Age and Care. But ah ! the wretched 's Cry it never hears , Nor shuts those Eyes which are kept ope by tears . While faithless Chance her empty Goods supply'd , Fate seem'd in hast , and I had almost dy'd . But now forsaken , and resign'd to Grief , Death scorns me too , and I am curst with Life . Why , Friends , so oft have ye pronounc'd me blest , Secure , above the reach of Fortune plac'd ? By sad Experience I 've your Errour found , He , that could f●ll , stood but on slipp'ry ground . A Song to his Majesty at VVinton . 1684. FRom the troubles of State , and the Noise of the Town , From being as busie as great , From the tedious Pomp that attends on a Throne , To Quiet and Us you retreat . Here you spend those soft hours in Princely delight , Which alone do the recompence bring For the business and cares which wait on the Great , For being so wise , so gracious a King. Thus while the World was innocent and new , Gods , kind and bountiful , like you , Tir'd with the long Fatigue of Majesty , Oft forsook their Thrones on high . And to some humble Cell vouchsaf'd to go , And by their sweet Retreat below , Bless'd both themselves and Mortals too . Cho. Welcome , Great Sir , with all the joy That 's to your Sacred Presence due ; With all the Mirth which we enjoy , That Mirth which we derive from you . ●er . Blest by your Presence every thing Does with new Vigour now appear . Another fresh and blooming Spring Seems to recall the aged Year . The happy Hours , which hasten hither , Creep hence unwillingly and slow . Time doubting stands , and knows not whether Nature to obey or You. Y●t , might it your acceptance s●●d , Each Minute should for ever stay : But see ! the Crouds , which press behind , Force the foremost Hours away . Ceres for you would have reserv'd her store , But for such greatness thought the sight too poor : And not unjustly fear'd she might become , By being too officious , troublesome . And the God of our Art bid us come to salute you ' And begs you would kindly accept of our Duty : But refus'd to assist us with his Divine Fires , How should they want a God whom your Presence inspires . Cho. Therefore we freely come to praise You , the Author of our Joys ; To own our happiness , and grow Much more happy by doing so . For Angels themselves , who are perfect in Joys , No more happiness know than this , To see , and adore , to love and to praise The Fountain of their Bliss . Song . While you with Musick and with Beauty charm , And ev'ry Sense alarm ; All Hearts their strange united Pow'r confess , Yet dare not wish it less . Love finds to ev'ry Heart an easie Way Or thro' the Ear or Eye . So fair your Face , So sweet your Voice ; You seem at once to be Both Orpheus and Eurydice . II. See how the Amorous , the happy Air , More happy far than I , Proud to be moulded into Sounds by her , About her Lips do's play ! Till kist into a Note it skips away , And prattles loud its Joy. Ah! Cruel Fair , Your Scorn forbear Nor give that Liberty To Air , which is deny'd to me . Song . O Extasie Divine ! I cannot hold ! Farewel dull Earth ! see ! where my ravish'd Soul Stands shiv'ring on the edg of it's slow Clay ! With the next rising Note 't will fly away . I faint ! I faint ! the pow'rful Charm forbear ! Nay ; but sing on ; sure that will keep it here . Whither fond Soul ! Ah! whither would'st thou fly ? To Heav'n ? can there be sweeter Harmony ? 'T is strange the Charms of Harmony , which give To all things Life should make me cease to live . Yet is this Death ? If it be thus to die , Death cannot be a Curse : or if it be , Ye angry Pow'rs may 't ever light on me . To Thomas Lord Bishop of Bath and Wells staying at Winton , after his promotion to that See. 1685. AS when of old on Ida's verdant Plain Paris the young , the gay , the charming Swain , Long with success had reign'd the Shepherds Lord , And their pride ; prais'd by all , by all ador'd , At length acknowledge mighty Priam's Son , And warn'd to leave his Cottage for a Throne , Forc'd to be great , and ravish'd to a Crown , Long doubtful thro' the pensive Shades he roves , Loth to forsake his dear familiar Groves , And all his tender flocks , and all his tender loves . Oft to the Nymphs and Swains he bids adieu ; Oft tells his Case , and how he 's forc'd to go . The Nymphs and Swains as much concern'd as he , Weep , doubting whether 't is for Grief or Joy. To lose their darling Lord unwilling they , Yet dare not bid him from a Kingdom stay . While diff'rent Passions thus distort their mind , In their rack'd breast a doleful Joy they find , And blame the Fates for being too severely kind . So you , Great Sir , our Joy , our Pride , our — ( For your exalted State fain would I frame Some more expressive , more endearing N●me ; But ah ! you were so much our All before , That now you are not , nor can e're be more ) To your Success what Tribute do we owe ! We would be grateful , but we know not how . To shew our Joy were but to bid you go ; Such farewels are to parting Tyrants due , To base , dull men , and all who are unlike to you . Yet can we grieve , and wish you always here ? Meer Envy that , and no less Madness were , Than to wish our Friends , who with th' Immortal reign Themselves Immortal , here on Earth again . Yet you vouchsafe to bless us with your stay , And slowly hence even to Glory ●ly : But smiling thro' these peaceful Shades you glide , Like some calm Ghost where all his Treasure 's hid . You , who had largely clear'd your Debts before , Now out of Charity t'o'repay the score . Thrice happy Bath to you with joy does bow , Much to Great Charles she ows , and much to you , Nor does she more to her own Blad●d owe. She now shall feel those strong Meridian Rays Of that bright Sun which in our East did rise . But tho he shine with greater lustre there , Yet were his beams more close and tender here . For still the Sun most vital warmth bestows On that blest Earth , from which himself arose . Nor shall this Age alone your Glory know , But ev'n Posterity shall boast of you . When future times shall Wickham's off spring count , Who did by steps the Seat of Honour mount , Then , then shall you , and only you , be found , Who reach'd a Mitre from so low a ground . When others oft●n pitch'd an● stop'd for ease , At one bold flight you gain'd the mighty Space . Thus all e'en the Uninteress'd admire The glorious height you 've reach'd , and with you high'r . Full Tides of Joy all shores and Channels fill , And on each Brow sits a contented smile . Only we feel a dull , imperfect Joy , Fear'd absence present Comforts does allay . Yet why should we by discontented moan Idly disturb your pleasures , and our own ? For thus Rome lost ( if that a loss could be ) Her Founder to be made a Deity . On the Recovery of the Spanish Wrack , by Captain Phips . 1686. LOng uncontroul'd had the proud Ocean Usurp'd a lawless Tyranny o'er Man. Where'er it roll'd , the Arbitrary Tide Plunder'd , and Nature's useless Laws desy'd . 〈…〉 ●●●●re to Marin●rs was I n●w● , ●or were th●ir Goods , n●r were th●ms●l●●● 〈…〉 . O●t●au●ht in S●●●●s by wanton W●i●● 〈…〉 , They and ●h●ir Ho●●● together sunk ●nd dy'd . In vain did they the pity in● Heav'n im●●ore , H●av'n th●● should pity them , was s●arce s●●●r● . So great the R●ge and Av'rice of the S●● , Not all it's Floo●s coul● wash it's Guilt away . Tho on each Wave th●re rode a B●caui●r , T●o Tunis , Sall● ▪ Trip●ly were there , N● greater Pirate than it s●lf it 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 , first of a●l the H●r 〈…〉 , Durst ma●e R●p●izal on the 〈…〉 . He N●p●●ne first with ●q●●l pow●● 〈◊〉 , A●d fi●st by him the Sea it s●l● 〈…〉 . B●neath v●st D●pths where Wa●● r●tire 〈◊〉 . N●r Moons nor Win●s the sl●●p●●● 〈…〉 ; A Mass of harmless Virgin-wealth there lay , Unstain'd by Avarice or Luxury ; Which had not Justice yet , nor Peace oppos'd , Nor Pardons bought for Sins it self had caus'd . It there , while thousand Tides their Circuits run , Lay unregarded , and despair'd the Sun : Till Phips at last the wond'ring Metal drew From deeper Mines , than where at first it grew . Thro' harmless Waves the wanton Divers play , And with dissembled drowning , mock the Sea. The wond'ring Fish on their new Brethren gaze , And greet the strange Appendix to their Race . Secure of danger play'd the wat'ry kind , Nor fear'd the Net for nobler prey design'd : Soon had they fill'd the lab'ring Ship with Coin , Almost enough to sink it back again . Thence with swell'd hearts and sails they homeward fly , And trembling Waves bring their own wealth away . And first , Great Monarch , at your feet they lay This humble Tribute of your Subject Sea. 'T is true , the British Monarchs long in vain Have boasted Sov'reign Lordship o'er the Main ; But never was their Pow'r confest till now , By Fate that Blessing was reserv'd for you . Long did the sloating World your Courage dread , Your Fame as far , as Seas themselves , is spread . When other Foes have all your Pow'r confest , You triumph o'er the Sea it self at last . Next to Great Monk the largest Prize accru'd , Monk , who was born of a recov'ring Blood. When Western Islands were design'd his care . These the kind Omens of his Fortune were . T is thought , when Neptune his preferment heard , He sent this Present to his future Lord. On the Feast of Cecilia . 1686. An ODE . 1. I O! With triumphant Noise , With Musick 's loudest Voice , This day a solemn Feast proclame . A s●l●mn Feast to Great Cecilia's Name . No cloudy Thought , no sullen Tear , No tumultuous Care or Fear Approach the limits of this sacred Day , Sacred to Musick and Cecilia ; But all be sweet , serene and gay ; Sweet as the Saint to whom these Rites we pay ; Sweet as the Not●s she did below , or now above does play . 2 Musick ! thou only perfect Joy , Which neither pres●nt Fears all●y , Nor aft●r pangs destroy ! The dear remembrance of the Pleasure past Shall no Repentance cost , Bring with it no Regret , But be , like it's own Eccho sweet . Musick ! thou mighty Soul o' th' Univers● ! Which dost , like ( thine own G●d ) the S●● . Thro' all thine active pow'r disp●rs● , And all the stupid Mass with life and beauty cr●w● : M●thinks I now b●hold sweet Orpheus sit On S●●●●●'s Bank , and tune his Lyre T● Sounds w●ich life and vig'rous joys inspire : ●●●●d him the l●s●'ning B●●sts their food forg●t , Forget to play , And without moti●n round the Char●●r st●y . But nimbler Trees , when they the Musick hear , ( Musick which gives them ear ) Leap forth , and wanton round the place ; Trees skip , like Beasts ; Beasts stand unmov'd , like Trees . Pines , Elins , and Cedars in long rows advance , An aged Oak leads up the Dance : Two hundred years it stood the Wood's chief pride , S● long Jove's Bolts and strugling Winds desy'd ; Now from it's bed of Earth away it tears , And round it's spreading roots a weighty Mountain bears . 3. Hark! Hark! th' harmonious accents move , Thro' the brisk Air th' enliven'd Numbers rove ; About they dance , about they play , And call the ravish'd Soul away : The Soul th' harmonious Summons does obey ; The Soul , which is it self all Harmony . With all it 's sprightly train of Faculties , Out at the Ear it flies . Hence 't is , that oft with height of Extasie We faint and die away . The Soul , in hast to be at large , And heedless of it's Charge , Leaves almost uninform'd the stupid Clay . Now o'er the trembling strings it bounds , Now thro' the Air pursues the flitting Sounds ; Then lured back again , By some more gentle strain , Calm and languishing it lies , Grasping the new-born Accents as they rise ; Greets all th' harmonious Brethren as they pass ; Does each soft Note embrace : And fain would here acquainted grow With that , that only Joy , W●●ch , ●f all those we s●●m to ha●●●elow , Shall wi●h it s●l● share Immortality . 4. To 〈…〉 G●●●●an Saint , to thee T●●s 〈…〉 Ti●e and Art we pay . 〈…〉 Thou●hts and sweetest Lays 〈…〉 Maker's praise ; W● ( ●ho ' 〈…〉 Verse , in ●●r●er strain ) . Pres●m● 〈…〉 thi●● . M●●● 〈…〉 ●l●ss and Care , A●ove thou 〈…〉 ●●●●●t'st it h●re , So that 〈◊〉 h●●●●o s●y , T●● a b●ess●●t Mus●●k 〈…〉 Musick th●● . C●●●us . T●● s●●n●r ●●t the ro●●ing Y●●r f●rget , Amo●● 〈…〉 T●●in , To 〈…〉 ●●ppy Day 〈◊〉 , Than we 〈◊〉 y●●●● 〈◊〉 to cel●br●●● : And let each sweet Intelligence above , Which to harmonious Sounds does move His Golden Sphere , When he beholds this glitt'ring Day Return , and in the Dance of Time app●●r , Strike the Chords full , and m●ke an unive●s●l ●ymphony . On a Lady's Birth-day . As wh●n an Envoy from some pow'r●● King To needy States does peace●ul 〈◊〉 bring , T●●●●●an●s● Servants , who att●nd his T●ai● , Th●ir part of Honour and Res●ect ●l●●in : So when s●me signal Bless●●g ●rom ●●●●e 〈…〉 H●ppin s● , and H●av●'s Love ; 〈…〉 Hou●● , 〈…〉 ●●●y Goo● , Hence , Madam , 't is we now prepare to pay Our grateful Honours to th' ensuing Day . And sure thus much to this kind Time is due , This Time , that all , for which to Heav'n we sue , Our Hopes and Wishes brought , that brought us You. By one day's Duty thus we cheaply pay For Blessings which we all the Year enjoy . See! how the eager Moments justle forth , Proud to be seen , and conscious of their worth ! Some witness , by sad Looks and sullen Frowns , They saw your Mother's pangs and heard her groans : But ever gazing backward seem to shew The hours behind should recompence her Woe . And lo ! the joyful hour at length appears , Which eas'd your Mother's pangs and Father's fears ! How beautiful , how chearful does it pass ! As if 't had learn'd from You the Art to please . And hear me , Courteous Moment , e'er thou go , Thou hast my Thanks , receive my Wishes too , May'st thou each year ( if possible ) add more Fresh Charms and Blessings to her former store ! And ( since our Wishes can no higher rise ) Make her , Oh! only make her what she is ! May'st thou her Years , and our Joys oft renew ! Thus may'st thou oft return , but very slow ; For such alas ! so frail a thing is Man ; Ev'n that kind Moment , which his Life began , By frequent Visits takes it back again . On a Lady's Picture . BElieve , Posterity , believe it true , This from no fancied Form the Pencil drew ; No Angel sate , with lucid Visions sent , To bless the Eyes of some departing Saint . N●● all the Charms which on this ●icture dwell ( And ah what pity ' t is ! ) are mortal all . T●●●●uch 't is sit to let the Picture speak , L●st this for some bri●●t Being they mistake O● 〈…〉 ; and to Mankind be lost 〈…〉 H●nour it could ever boast . Friendship . HE ●ho ( ●f any such ) shall condescend With worthl●ss me to share the name of Friend , 〈…〉 of Love , Oh! may he be 〈…〉 Vice , and sow'r ill Nature free : No 〈◊〉 w●●m Passi●n in his B●som reign , N●●●●r●●e , nor ●●vy ●i● good Nature stain , M●● 〈◊〉 w●●t himself , and eas'ly pardo● min● . Or rather some small Failings let him have , He 'll learn , by being forgiven , to forgive . Stanch to our mutual Secrets let him be ; One I may trust , and one who dares trust me : Not sullen , nor impertinently kind , Whom Choice to me , not Chance or Int'●al ▪ j●yn'd : Who rose from an Acquaintant to a Friend : Not too unequal in Estate or Blood , Lest Distance sneaking seem , or Freedome ru●e ; A friend to Thought and Books , and might I chuse Not wholly unacquainted with a Muse. One who ( which Heav'n forbi● ) can cease ●o be A Friend , yet not become an Enemy . From ill Reports , who ●ares his utmost do , To clear me when they 're 〈…〉 m● w●en they 're true . My Praise , when just , let him 〈…〉 , But Flatt'ry let him scorn to 〈◊〉 , or 〈◊〉 . Who can with me chat a spare Hour away . Yet censure not what others do or say : Bold to reprove , when Vertue I offend , Only to me , not to my Faults , a Friend . Thus may we long hold Friendship , and adore Only our Honour , and our Conscience more . The Impatient . ENough , enough of this worlds fruitless Care , And ev'n it's Pleasures I have suffer'd here . I 'm weary of Life's gross Hypocrisie , With Plenty starv'd , cloy'd with Variety . O happy , happy State , when I shall be From fancy'd Good , and real Evil free ! When one short well spent Sigh shall me remove From all the Cheats mistaken Mortals love● When , undeceiv'd by fancy'd shadows , I Shall very Beauty in it's Fountain see ! O happy , happy State ! Why do I stay ? Move faster , Time , how slowly dost thou fly , As if the weight of Years had crippled thee ? Thou , Death's Procurer , quickly bring me safe Into the cold Embraces of the Grave ; There shall I blest , at least shall quiet lie , Till the Angelick Summons from on High Call me to Bliss and real Life away . Then shall devouring Flame , with fury hurl'd , Revenge my quarrel on th' injurious World. Then thou shalt cease , and Death himself shall die ; And both together lost and bury'd lie , He in eternal Life , and thou in vast Eternity . The Resolution . TH●●ks 〈…〉 scorn , I now at ●●n●th am ●●●e : I 〈…〉 Fools c●ll Cru●●ty : For th● would 〈…〉 , for this r●pine ? I 'm sure he● Kin●n●ss had more cruel 〈◊〉 . No● 〈…〉 World , that weight o● s●●●n , wh●●h she Thr●w ●n ●y head , I thus return on th●● . I now thy 〈◊〉 and thy Ma●●● slig●● And will be happy , even out of spig●● . I● 〈◊〉 no more ●y Vows and Tears ●●all los● , No more in frui●less Sighs my breath abuse ; Sin ●h●ll have all my Sighs and Tears ; and Ver●u● all my V●w● . 〈…〉 , be th● 〈◊〉 H●av'n my 〈◊〉 〈…〉 my Thought● a●● 〈◊〉 are , 〈…〉 , ●o 〈…〉 ●●●re . Pardon , dear Heav'n , my hours in Folly spent , The Crime it self was it's own Punishment ! But now unpeg'd from Earth I upward move , To thee , Essential Fair , Eternal Love : The Sphere of Earth's Activity I 've past , Here it 's Magnetick Influence is lost . I come , great Love ; my panting Soul does fly , With all it's Weight still pressing up to thee . And now do thou thy needful Succour lend , From Vice , and from my self , my self defend . So shall I Death and Life it self defie ; That smiling , but more dang'rous Enemy : And my last breath in sullen Sighs I 'll vent , Only for Grief that 't was no sooner spent . The Departure . 1. DIssuade me not ; I cannot stay ; Hence with cruel Piety ! If ye from Death would set me free , Quickly , Oh! quickly let me die ! Hark! I am summon'd hence ; I must depart ; The joyful Halleluja's now begun To him that sits on the Eternal Throne , In which I 'm call'd to bear a Part. 2. Oh! what a Scene of Glory opens there ! See! where the Martyrs valiant Hosts appear ! With Crimson Garlands Crown'd , and white attire ; With Hymns of Joy their Lord they greet , His and their Sufferings repeat , And now in Flames of Love almost expire . 3. There spotless Infants sit and smile , Whom Guilt or Care did ne'er defile ! See , what bright Rays of Glory they dispense , Clad in white Robes , and whiter Innocence ! There Angels , Heav'ns bright Ministers , I see Gaze , and admire the Mystery . Aloud their thankful Hymns are heard , Pleas'd to se● their younger Brethren to themselves prefer'd . 4. And is there here a place for me To sit awhile , and see ( For sure it were too much t' enjoy ) The glorious Solemnity ? Oh! in this happy place let me but serve ! I scarce can wish for more , and I much less deserve . CONTENT . A Pastoral Dialogue . Thyrsis . BY your Pipe 's leave , good Damon , say ( If thou canst ought but sing and play ) Why , when all the Swains complain , These of Drought , and those of Rain ; Some that Ewes unnat'ral prove ; Some pine for Envy , some for Love ; Only thou , of all the Swains , With Songs and Smiles divert'st the Plains ? Say , my gentle Shepherd , say , Why art thou so blith and gay ? Damon . Rather , Shepherd , tell me , why , If Swains will be Fools , must I Play the Fool for Company ? Swains unwisely do complain , Some of Drought , and some of Rain ; They may thank themselves for what 's amiss : They make their own Unhappiness . Some wish , and see their Flocks increase ; They gain Wealth , but lose their Peace : Folds enlarg'd enlarge their Care ; Who have much , for much must fear : Others see their Flocks decay ; With their Flocks they pine away . The Shepherd , who would happy be , Must not seek Causes for his Joy ; Must not for Pretences tarry : But be unreasonably merry . Thyr. But , Damon , if thy Folds decrease ; If Frost thy falling Lambkins seize ; Does not thy Breast with Sorrow swell ? Dam. No ; yet I love my Lambkins well ! Whatsoe'r by Pan is sent , Still I think a Blessing meant : If he will retrench my store , He takes but what he gave before . Life 's an Art , and Happiness A Knack , which Swains may learn with ease . Thyr. Ah! gentle Shepherd ! only show , How I may blest and happy grow . This Sheep-Crook , which I long have kept , See! 't is rich Wood , and finely shap'd : 'T was good Menalcas's Legacy , When he left the World and me ; ( Damon , that falling Tear forgive , Menalcas did deserve my Grief ) : He the pretty Sheep-crook gave , Which oft did my Lycoris crave : Oft she crav'd , but ne'er could gain : Yet shew me this , and it is thine . Dam. I too can boast t' have shar'd a part , When time was , in Menalcas Heart . And , Thyrsis , for his sake I 'll show , How thou may'st blest and happy grow ; Yet thou shalt keep thy Sheep-crook too . Not that I pretend to be From Troubles or from Passion free ; But still my Thoughts I fasten there , Where I find least ground for Care. Heav'n wisely tempers Humane Life ; Wisely mingles Joy and Grief . And I still chuse to mind the best ; Let who will think upon the rest . If Frost my falling Lambs destroy , Yet my Ewes I still enjoy : But if they should perish too , Yet I , Methinks , were blest enow . Still my Pipe and Verse remain ; The Poem , Alcon brag'd , was mine . Sometimes my other Songs I 've shew'd , And Shepherds seem to think they 're good . Yes ! and they call me Poet too ; But I 'm too wise to think it true . Vdemia , sweetest , fairest M●id ! For her these two white Kids I feed . The Gift is hearty , tho' but small ; In Gifts the Giver's Mind is all . For her I wish my Flock's increase ; Yet she shall never break my Peace . I 'm blest enough , if kind she prove ; If not : she do'nt deserve my Love. Thyr. Hold a while , good Damon , hold ! Yonder Ram has broke the Fold . 'T is a cross , unlucky thing : Go there , Lightfoot , fetch him in ! Shepherd , now resume thy Lays , And I 'll crown thy head with Bays . Dam. If tuneful Birds salute the Spring . From the Birds I learn to sing ; If the Heavens laugh a while , From the Heav'ns I learn to smile : But if Mists obscure the Day . And black Clouds fright the Sun away ; I never dread the angry Sky ; Why should I think it frown● on me ? I to my peaceful Cell retreat ; Yonder see the homely Seat● 'T is what Nature did provide ▪ ( Nature I ever make my Gui●e ) There I sit , and there I play , Cheat my Cares and Hours away : Reflect on honest Pleasures past , Or which I shall hereafter tast : Think on the Time , when I shall be From Clouds and Storms for ever free ; Plac'd in Elysium ; where , they say , Blest Ghosts enjoy Eternal Day , Eternal Spring ; where , all the year , The Fields their freshest Honours wear . So I heard old Sophron say ; I heard , and almost wish'd to die . In vain the sullen Heavens scowl , Storms and Tempests round me howl ; I make fair Weather in my Soul : All Occasions I embrace , Which may give me Joy and Peace : And drive bad Objects from my Thought ; What can't be cur'd , is best forgot . Now say , my honest Thyrsis , say , Why should not I be blith and gay ? Thyr. Be ever blith , be ever gay ; Pan reward thy Courtesie : Blessings on thy Pipe , and thee ! Health to thy Flock , Peace to thy Mind ; And be thy lov'd Vdemia kind . To the King. 1 NO Rest , no Leisure to the breathless Muse , No Respite , Mighty Monarch , you allow : As if your Conquests might be sung by us With as much Ease as they are gain'd by you . 2. But where ? Ah! where 's that sinewy Son of Wit , Who can sufficient Strength for Verse supply ? If each bold Foe fresh Triumphs must beget , And you subdue as fast as they can fly . 3. If to each vanquish'd Realm a Verse be due , ( And sure a vanquish'd Realm deserves no less ) The Nine must yield themselves o'er power'd too , And but by Silence publish your Success . 4. Methinks with Ease and Pleasure we could pay To your great Name a yearly Tax of Wit ; But ah ! who knows what Years to come may be ? Alass ▪ there 's a whole World unconquer'd yet . 5. When disintangled from Domestick War , The full Strength of your Arm shall there be shown , Where our Third Edward , and Fifth Henry , where You th' greater Heroe have such wonders done . 6. Then Monthly , daily Conquests must engage Our Pens , till all the Fund of Wit be spent ; Till we sit dumb , and like impoverish'd Age , In vain our past Extravagance repent . 7. Yet shall the future rob the present ? shall We be unjust for Fear of being poor ? Let 's pay this Debt : 't will be excusable Ingratitude when we can give no more . 8. Accept then , happy Prince , our grateful Praise , For mighty Deeds which you alone could do ; Accept the only Trophies we can raise , For Dangers you alone could undergoe . 9. Witness that dreadful , yet that lucky Day ; When random Deaths unfear'd about you flew , When one bold Ruffian-shot , as through the Sky It took it's Flight , durst aim it self at you . 10. But the wing'd Fate your Guardian Angel saw , And with officious Hast he put it by ; Yet by a gentle Stroke did th' Danger shew , Lest the kind Office should unheeded die . 11. Soon as the dismal Chance was whisper'd round , The Legions trembling stood and scarce drew Breath ! As if the Army had receiv'd a Wound , And from your Bruise each man had fear'd his Death . 12. Fate in all other Shapes they could despise , ( To kill and die their Pleasure and their Trade ) But now their Souls unusual Horrors seize , Death , their great Master in this form they dread . 13. But when next Morn you led them forth to fight , Fearless and chearful march'd th' imbatteld host ; Resolv'd that slaughter'd Enemies e're Night , Should pay large Int'rest for the Blood you lost . 14. Bu● 〈◊〉 bold Muse shall sing that glorious Day , When led by Fame through Boyn's Rebellious Flood ; Tho' Foes and Nature did obstruct your Way , Ev'n Foes and Nature you at once subdu'd ? 15. There em'lous Nations from your Royal Breath , Dreading Repulse , did Wounds and Dangers crave ; From you each begg'd the foremost place in Death , And almost envy'd Foes the Wounds they gave . 16. In vain they beg'd ; you chose your self ; a●● 〈◊〉 Th' impotent Troops where thickest ●●●ager lay ; The doubtful Enemy half fought , half fled , Asham'd to live , and yet afraid to die . 17. O! what a Scene of Blood did th●n appear ! Death too that day a mighty Conquest gain'd ; Thick Widow'd Souls fled trembling through the air , As if they fear'd another Death behind . 18. Malicious Spirits throng'd the upper Air , Their Nostrils with fat Steams of Blood to feast ; The King of Terrors reign'd unquestion'd there , Mere Carcasses his settled Pow'r confest . 19 But here did ●●re its work unfinish'd shew , Imper●e●● Life lay strugling thro' the Wound ; 〈◊〉 grumbling Soul curst the too gentle●●e , 〈◊〉 Body 〈◊〉 a●● champ'd th● purple ground . 20. Let others sing how you with angry Hast Pursu'd your Conquest o'er the bloody Plain ; Pursu'd , as long as Rage and Day did last , As long as Foes were found who dar'd be slain . 21. Stay thou my Muse , and drop a pious Tear ; Where by bold hands the aged Gen'ral lies , There let fresh Garlands flourish all the year , And o'er his Urn Eternal Laurels rise . 22. The aged Gen'ral , who , nurst up in War , Grown old in Fights ▪ yet none successless knew ▪ And now his Fall undecent would appear , But in the Field , and when victorious too . 23. And now proceed ! the Conqu'ring King attend : But lo ! he 's gone ; like Lightning cuts his way ; See! Fame her self lies panting far behind , And only Conquest bears him Company . 24. Whither Great Prince , ah ! whither will you press ? Stake not that Life against a worthless Foe , For which all Kingdoms were too mean a Price ; England has all she asks while she has you . 25. Yet you for us uncertain Chances prove , To Fame through Toil and Danger force your way ; Tho' here soft Ease , and a fond Peoples Love , And a yet fonder Princess court your st●y . 26. A Princess , worthy Partner of your Throne , No ornamental Burthen , useless Pride ; A Princess You , ev'n warlike You , may own , Who can your Cares , as well as Joys , divide . 27. You here in soft ignoble Ease might sit , And dictate Battles from a lazy Throne ; You by vicarious Courage might grow great , And crown your Front with Laurels not your own 28. But Greatness you thro' arduous Paths pursue , You share in Danger , as in Fame , require ; And scarce your Health its needful Care allow ; Your Peoples Fase is all that you desire . 29. So the kind Sun with never ceasing Toil , Large Journeys takes its Blessings to dispense : But the dull Earth sits idle all the while , And undisturb'd enjoys it's Influence . ETERNITY . A Pindarique ODE . 1. COme , Goddess , come , said I , Thou who to thy Golden Lyre Sing'st mighty Men and mighty Things ; Come , and with uncommon Strains Inspire my ravish'd Soul. Teach me new flights of Thought and Verse . Verse wond'rous sweet , Thoughts wond'rous high . Which may deserve my Theme . 〈…〉 unfetter'd from the Clog of Rhime B●ar me aloft ; 〈◊〉 p●●haps , from any height , May a full Prospect have O● 〈◊〉 wi●● 〈◊〉 o● Eternity . T●● Mu●● ob●●●●nt came , and I ●●on ●id 〈◊〉 to thing● b●low . And 〈◊〉 ●n the Poe●● Mys●ie Horse ; ( W●●● 〈…〉 , fancy's Emblem true , ) T●● 〈…〉 upward , till , Thro that 〈◊〉 Curtain , which ●●●ps th●●● 〈…〉 hid from Mortal Sight , I came or ●t ●●●h , A●●e the s●●●ry For●ix of the Sky ; 〈◊〉 Ideal World , where Angels breath A●ther refin'd ; Wh●re they mysterious Truths Discover at one Glance intuitive ; Where things unmade and made in their first Patterns lie . 2 I stood , and fix'd my Eye in ●● Upon E●●rnity : And fain would learn what that great Name cont●in'd : What Nature , and in any Bounds it had ; Whether it were an ●ndless Round of Years , Where Suns in vain their annual Courses run ; Still the same Point returns , And Labours finish'd only bring them back ▪ Fresh Labours to begin : Or whether one fix'd undivided Point , In which past , present , and to come , Daughters of variation have no place : If it were Twin to the Almighty Pow'r ; Or only He himself . I gaz'd , but ah ! the Object was too bright , And mortal Sight too weak . Sometimes , methought , I saw it plain , And 't was a glorious Sight : But soon in broken Mists away it danc'd , And left mishapen Figures in mine Eye . Yet not despairing , a brisk Thought I chose , Long wing'd and made for hasty Flight ; Which I had oft successfully employ'd To search the Regions Intellectual . Her I sent off , to see , If any where flat Shore , or butting Cape Appear'd to terminate the wild Abyss : Or if perhaps at distance she might hear The breaking Billows rutt upon the Beach . But after wandring long , And many fruitless Gyres , Back to her Ark she panting came ; And by short Breath and drooping Wings Confest no Land was to be found , No where to rest her weary Foot ; But all was one vast Globe and Ocean . 3. For thee , great Name , what will not Mortal● da●e ? For thee alike the Good and Impious strive , Certain to raise to raise a durable , Regardless whether good or evil , Fame : For thee Erostratus , bold Villain , dar'd Destroy th' Ephesian Temple with it's Goddess , Vain Idol ( but not such to him ) Tho' her fond Vot'ries feign She absent was that Night , Attending at the Birth Of the great Macedonian Conquerour . Beneath the lofty Roof he stood , And upward cast an Envious Look ; And , shall these VValls , said he , Remain the VVonder of all Nations , And endless Ages yet to come , VVhen I shall be forgotten in the Grave ? Nay ; but Ill try by this great Action , which Perhaps fond Men will not call Good , To make my self Immortal , as the Goddess . Perhaps all future Times will curse my Name ; Let them ; they must remember what they curse . He said : And in the kindled Ball he threw . VVhich soon thro' all the House It 's sulphurous Infection spread . Up rose the Flames Crackling , and in their pitchy Arms To Cinders crush'd the VVonder of the World , And Pride of Ephesus . So daring , so extravagant a Crime Could the thirst of Eternity persuade ! 4. But how much better th●y , VVho climbing to the same Eternity , Yet trod the paths of Vertue and of Honour Heroes who bravely di●d , Their Countries Fall preventing by their own ! This was the Purchase of their Sufferings ; Ev'n dying still they hop'd , The loss of some few wretch●d Years Should be repaid with everlasting F●me : This from all Nations dr●w Young daring Champions to th' Olympian Plains : For this the VVr●s●ler f●rove : This was the Racci'● Goal . Not slow'ry G●rlands , and one years Applause They sought ; but to be Register'd In the Records of Fame , and to be known for ever . This they all sought ; but ah ! how few obtain'd ▪ Hier● , Theron , and some happy few Has Pindar sav'd From the Iron Teeth of Time ; And l●ft their Names richly embalm'd In Spicy Verse , To be the Envy of succeeding Heroes . And th●y shall live ; but all the rest Long since unremember'd lie , Lost in the Grave and mix'd with nameless things . 5. N●t so Thee , William , best of British Kings , The sole Defence of Neighb'ring States , And Glory of your own , Ever shall ungrateful Years Resign to Night and dark Oblivion : But , after long Descents have handed down The Lamp of Life to late Posterity , Your Name and Praise shall still remain ; Still shall Aged Fathers sit , And to their list'ning Children tell , How sweet you were in Peace , how rough in War : How fierce you led your Squadrons forth : With what an Artful Grace You broke the foaming Steed , but he Bounds prancing forward , and disdains the Ground How bright your dawn of Youth : How strong your Manhood shone : The honourable Wound you gain'd At Boyn's rebellious Stream : VVhat Conquests there you won ( Conquests , which I attempted in bold Verse , Ple●s'd with my Theme , Tho' much inferiour to so great a Task . ) VVhat an●ry Counsels now you meditate On the Batavian Plains ; Resolv●d to rescue Captive Rhine , VVhere he runs sobbing on , By ruin'd Cities , heretofore it 's Glory , Now Grief ; and Desolations wide ; ●laudable Effects of Gallick Cruelty . 6. Yet think not , Mighty Prince ! Think not Eternity the Warriour's Meed : Think not that Fame can give That Immortality which you deserve . The World it self is Mortal , and must die : Materials for it's Fun'ral Pile Already are prepar'd ; VVithin the sooty Bowels of the Earth . Then Time shall cease , and thou , my Soul. Shalt then a Portion have In that which now thou canst not comprehend . Then , if innoffensive Life , If Faith and Piety have been thy Care : Mixt with Angelick Poets , thou Shalt Endless Hallelujah's sing To the Eternal Potentate , And who alone hath Immortality . The End. The First BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS TRANSLATED . I Sing of Wars , and that great Exile's Fame , Who first from Troy to destin'd Latium came : Long exercis'd with storms at Land and Sea , By stress of Fate and Juno's Cruelty : Much too by Chance of doubtful War distress'd , Ere he or his tir'd Gods could fix their rest . Hence sprung the Glory of the Latin Name , Hence Alba's State and P●rne's proud Turrets came . But thou , my Muse , unfold the secret Cause , Whence Juno 's so undecent Anger rose : Why she in such Variety of Ills , L●borious Dangers , and uncertain Toils , Engag'd an Heroe sam'd for Piety . And can the Pow'rs of Heav'n malicious be ? Facing th' Italian Shore , and Tyber's Flood , An antient Colony of Tyrians stood , Expe●t in Arts of War , mighty in Wealth , Carthage its Name . — This of all Lands was Juno's darling Seat , Not her own Samos more belov'd than it : Here all the Symbols of her Deity , Her Chariot , Launce , all her Regalia lay : This she ( should Fate prove to her Purpose kind ) Ev'n then for Empress of the World design'd . But she had hear'd of some , who , sprung from Troy , Should her Design and Carthage Walls destroy : A People hence in Strength and Empire great Should Libya wast : such was the will of Fate . This Fear perplex'd the anxious Juno's Thought ; Nor was the Quarrel of her Greeks forgot ; Nor were th' Orig'nal Causes of her Hate , Her first Indignities forgiven yet : Deep at her Heart young Paris's rash Decree , And the Affront of her scorn'd Beauty , lay . Too well she knew whence sprung the Trojan Race , And Ganymed's hated Honours , her Disgrace . Fir'd with these Thoughts , the broken force of Troy ( Slender Remains of Grecian Cruelty ) She far from Latium kept , long wandring o'er the Sea. O'er all the Main , long were they driv'n by Fate : So much it cost to raise the Roman State. Scarce out of Sight of fruitful Sicily Their Sails they spread , and plow'd the frothy Sea ; When Juno — Eternal Malice glowing in her Breast , Thus with her self : A nd must I yield at last ? And must the Trojan King in spite of me In Latium reign ? Forsooth , 't is Fate 's Decree . Could Pallas then for Ajax Sin alone The Grecian Navy burn , the Grecians drown ? She from the Clouds Jove's rapid Thunder cast , With Fire the Fleet , the Sea with Winds opprest ; And the poor Criminal , with Thunder struck , Snatch'd thro' a Storm , and stak'd him on a Rock . But I , the Sister and the Wife of Jove , The Queen of Gods , thus long in vain have strove With this one Race : and who henceforth will sue To Juno's Name ? who at her Altars bow ? Thu●●●●'d , and certain of Revenge , with speed The ●●llen Goddess to Aeolia fled , The Land where Tempests dwell ▪ where Whirlwinds breed . Here mighty Aeolus the struggling Winds And noisie Tempests in strong Caverns binds : They in hoarse Murmurs round the Mountains howl ; But their great King from his high Throne does rule Their mad Desires , and all their Rage controul . Were 't not for him , soon fr●m the Roots they 'd tear Heav'n , Earth , and Seas ; and swe●p them thro the Air But the Almighty Father , fea●ing this , To gloomy Caves consin'd the boistrous Race : And with strong Rocks and pond'rous Mountains barr'd The Avenues ; and plac'd a Sov'raign Lord , VVho should by standing Laws know to asswage , Or , when commanded , to allow their Rage . And thus to him did Juno humbly pray : Great Aeolus , Controuler of the Sea , Whom , next to Jove , the Winds and Waves obey , A R●ce I hate o'er Tuscan VVaters steer , And their once vanquish'd Gods to Latium bear , Purpo●'● to raise another Ilium there . S●nd forth thy VVinds ; sink that rebellious Train ; O●●●atr●●d let th●m never meet again : Twice s●v'n bri●ht N●mphs now in my Palace shine , Of wh●●● , if th●e comply with my Design , The fairest ●●i●●cia shall be thine : That in thy Arms she m●y long Ages lead , And with a be●uteou● , Off-spring crown thy Bed. To her th● King 〈◊〉 VVinds made this Reply : Immortal Queen , you can't more ready be To speak ●●●r VVill , than I am to Obey . This my D●minion is your Gift , to you I this my S●epter and Jov●● Favou● owe. You first preferr'd me to the heav'nly Board , And of the●e Storms and Tempests made me Lord. Thus having said , with an impetuous Stroke Of his inverted Spear he stoop'd the Rock : Thro' the wide Breach the Winds their sally make , And Land and Sea with dismal Tempests shake : East , South , and rainy West together roar , And roll vast Billows to th' affrighted Shore . Then cracking Cables , and hoarse Seamens Cries Mix woful Sounds , Despair is in the Noise . The scowling Heav'ns in dusky Clouds are hid , Thick Fogs the sight of Day and Heav'n forbid ; Darkness and Winds which on the Waters lay , Increase the native Terror of the Sea. Strong Thunder rocks the Poles , and thro' the Air Brisk Lightning plays , and Death is ev'ry where . Aeneas trembles at this strange Surprize , And lifting both his Hands to th' unseen Skies , He thus complains : Oh! more than happy they , Who , underneath the lofty Walls of Troy , In their Friends Sight had the good Luck to die . O Valiant Diomed , thy Nations pride ! Oh! that at Troy I by thy Hands had dy'd ! Why then w●s Death to hapless me deny'd ? VVhere Hector by Achilles fell , where brave Sarpedon found an honourable Grave ; VVhere bloody Simois down to the Main Swept Arms and Carcasses of Heroes slain . Thu● speaking , from the North an adverse Gust Struck thwart his Sails , and Waves to Heav'n tost : The Oars all broke , the shatter'd Bark gives way , And drives at Mercy of the foaming Sea. Some hang supported on a swelling Wave , To some the g●ping Waters shew their Grave ; Three Ships driv'n by the South on blind Rocks fall ; ( R●cks Half S●● o'er which Latines Arae call ) Three , by an Eastern blast ( Oh dismal Sight ! ) Forc'd to the Shore , on shelves and quicksands light : One , which the Lycians and Orontes bore Before his Eyes , a mighty Sea breaks o'er Her Poop , the waves from Helm the Master sweep Headlong o'er Board , and thrice the reeling Ship Whirls circling round , then sinks into the Deep : Thin , sloating on the surface of the Sea Arms , Men , and Planks , and Trojan Tre●sures lay . And now the Ships , which other L●aders bore , Resist the Fury of the Waves no more : Their gaping Planks to Ruine open stood , And treach'rous Leaks invite th' invading Flood . Now Neptune heard the lab'●ing Waves complain , And felt the strong Convulsions of the Main : Misgiving whence such Tumults should proceed , Above the Deep he ra●s'd his welcome Head. Opprest he sees the Trojan Navy lie VVith Storms , and all the ruine of the Sky : Hi● Sisters Fraud and Malice soon he spy'd , And summoning the Winds thus check'd their pride : VVhence your Presumption ? from your noble Race ? Base Fog-b●rn Slaves ! to vex Heav'n , Earth , and Seas , And thus unbid disturb my Kingdom 's Peace ? I 'll — But the troubled Waters call me hence ; Exp●ct worse Usage for your next Offence . G● , g●t you hence , and tell your King , from me , ' Twa● n●● h●● Lot , but mine to rule the Sea : Let him 〈◊〉 R●●ks and Caves his Pow'r confine , There l●●●●m 〈◊〉 , and in your Prisons reign . Sc●rc● h●● 〈…〉 ; all calm the Waters lay , The Clouds b●●w off , ●he Sun renews the Day ; ●●nd Nymphs and Tritons their Assistance give , From pointed Rocks the sound'ring Barks relieve . Nor does the God his needful Aid deny , Thro' unlock'd Sands he sets their Vessels free : Calms all , and gently sports it o'er the quiet Sea. As in large Towns , when Pop'lar rage runs high , And all the Mob are up they know not why ; VVhen Club , and Fire the neighb'ring streets alarms , And hasty Wrath turns ev'ry thing to Arms : If then perchance a Patriot they spy , Rever'd for Worth , and Deeds of Piety ; Straight all is husht , with prick'd up E●rs they stand , Yield to fair Words , and all in Peace disband . So when great Neptune o'er the VVaters rode , The Waves their Rage forgot , and own'd their God. The weary Trojan● straight look out for Land , And for the nearest Shore of Affrick stand : Behind an Island lies a quiet Bay , Whose sides protect it from the VVind and Sea : On either side of which vast Mountains rise , And threaten with their Tops the neighb'ring Skies . Low at the foot of these the silent Floods Sleep undisturb'd ; their Heads are crown'd with Woods : And in their side a Grott , some Naiad's Throne , In it fresh Springs , and seats of Native Stone . Here weary Vessels ride secure from Fear , Nor ask the Cable's , nor the Anchor's Care : Hither Aeneas , when the Storm expir'd , VVith only sev'n of all his Fleet retir'd : The Trojan Youth impatient leap to Land , And rest their w●aried Bodies on the Strand . Here first Achates , with a mutual Stroke Of Flints , the sleeping Seeds of Fire awoke ; And with dry L●afs , and tender Fuel nurst The Infant Spark , till to a Flame it burst . Their m●●●t Provisions next to Land they bear , And various Arts of Cookery prepare . Mean while Aeneas climb'd the Mountain's Head. And the wide surface of the Deep survey'd ; If thence perhaps his wishing Eye might meet Some wandring Remnant of his scatter'd Fleet : No Sail in view ; but on the Strand appear'd Three Royal Stags , Chiefs of a num'rous Herd , VVhich after their proud Leaders brouzing stray'd ; And spreading Droves along the Valley fed . Here stepping back , with eager Hands he caught His Bow and Shafts , which good Achates brought . And first the Leaders , whose high Foreheads bore Large Groves of Horn , fell bleeding on the Shore : Then th' vulgar Herd , as thro' the Woods they fled , By random Arrows undistinguish'd dy'd . Still he pursu'd the easie Victory , Till by his prudent Hand there sl●ughter'd lay ; Sev'n mighty Beasts , to ev'ry Crew a Prey . Hence to the Port his welcome Game he bore , And pierc'd rich Wines , which on Sicilia's Shore Acestes , when he took his mournful Leave , As his last Present to the Heroe gave . The Dainties to his hungry Mates he shar'd , And w●● : ●hese words their drooping spirits chear'd : Ye de●●●●●mpanions of my harsher days , Expert 〈◊〉 aff'rings , practis'd in Distress , Ye oft have weather'd greater storms than these ; Ye've seen the end of many a threat'ning Woe , And these e're long shall have their Period too . The Rocks of Scylla , and the Cyclop's Caves , Dens of fierce Monsters these , those of fierce Waves , Ye ' ve past , that noble Spirit now resume , By which your former Ills were overcome . Perhaps ere long of these no more shall last , Than ●w●●t Remembrances of Dangers past . These Toils and Hazards all to Latium lead , There have the Fates our final Rest decreed ; And there shall Troy resume it's antient State : Wisely reserve your selves for better Fate . Thus did his words and looks false P●ssions shew , Dissembled Hope sate smiling on his Brow , But at his Heart Despair and secret Woe . They to their Feast apply their only Care , Some nimbly chase , and some break up the Deer ; Some spit th' yet panting Members ; others raise The weighty Cauldrons : some the Fire increase . Then on the grassy Plain stretch'd at full length , Fat Ven'son and old Wine repair their lessen'd strength . Their Hunger eas'd , their Tables mov'd away , Absent Companions their next Care employ : Unknowing which to trust , their Hope or Fear ; Uncertain , if they yet breath upper Air , Or dead refuse the Cries of mourning Friends to hear . Chiefly Aeneas does their Loss bewail , Weeps o'er the Story of Orontes Fall ; And Lycus sad Mischance with Sighs repeats ; And Gyas and Cleanthus harder Fates . VVhen Jove , as on Heav'ns Battlements he stood , Th' inferiour World at one large Prospect view'd : But with peculiar Care he fix'd his Eye On Libyan Realms ; while Schemes of Destiny And providential Plots employ'd his Head : Fair Venus , now by sorrow fairer made , Thus to the God complain'd , and weeping said : O thou , whose irresistible Decree Aw'd by thy Thunder , Heav'n and Earth obey ; VVhat Crime so great could my Aeneas do ? What mi●hty G●i●t does Troy's last Hopes pursue : VVhy , after num'rous Deaths and long Distress , Are they thus punish'd for Unhappiness ? VVhy , 'cause their promis'd Latium is deny'd , Must they be barr'd from all the World beside ? For sure you promis'd , that Rome's pow'rful State ( When Time had ripen'd the Designs of Fate ) Should from my Trojans spring ; from them should rise Warriours renown'd , whose spreading Victories Should grasp the farthest Lands and widest Main . What , Father , what has alter'd your design ? 'T was with this hope , that future good should pay For present Ill , I eas'd the Fall of Troy. In vain ! alas . The same hard Fates attend Troys Relicks still . Ah! Soveraign Pow'r , what End , What Respite , shall their growing Labours find ? Secure th' Illyrian Gulf Antenor past , He deep into Liburnian Kingdoms prest ; And fi●rce Timavus to his Fountains trac'd ; VVhere ro●ring fro● nine Heads he sweeps his way O'er delug'd Fields , himself almost a Sea : Yet now the fair Patavia's Walls he rears , The Place his Name and quiet Standards bea●s ; And he his peaceful Realms enjoys , nor future labour fears . VVe , who deriv'd from Jove our Godhead boast , E●joy the Priviledge of being crost ; Of having N●vie● ▪ having Kingdoms lost . To ease her Spight — is this the huge Reward Of Piety ▪ thus are our Crowns restor'd ? With that calm Brow which surly Storms allays , An●●o●ks the troubled Heav'ns into Peace , T●e 〈◊〉 God thus eas'd his Daughters Care : C●ase , Cytherea , cease your causeless Fear ; Unmov'd remains your Trojans better Fate ; Lavinium's promis'd Walls and rising State You soon shall see , and brave Aeneas rang'd VVith equal Gods , nor is my Purpose chang'd . Yet , since so anxious , so importunate Your Fears , attend , while I the Will of Fate Abstruse , and dark Futurities relate . A long and bloody , but successful , War VVaits his Arrival on th' Italian Shore . Till Victories his fatal Title show , And barb'rous Nations to his Scepter bow ; Barb'rous , till he within just Bounds restrain The savage Race , and break them into Men ; Giving them Walls and Laws ; and awful grown , Himself three years shall fill his setled Thro●e . But young Ascanius , call'd Iulus now , ( Ilus his Name , till ruin'd Ilium grew A sad Remembrance , and a Name o● W●● . Ascanius shall the fatal Scepter hold , Till thirty years have round their Axles roll'd : But from Lavinium t' Alba shall transfer His Court , and six the seat of Empire there ; There Monarchs sprung from Troys immortal Line , Shall full three hundred years unquestion'd reign . Till Royal Ilia to the God of War Shall at one happy Birth twin Heroes bear . Thence Romulus , proud of that Skin which clad His Foster-wolf , shall to the Throne succeed : He shall new Walls and a large City rear , They Romans call'd their founder's Name shall bear , To them eternal Empire I allow , Nor Bounds , nor End shall their Dominion know , J●no her self , who now with causeless Rage D●●●● in her Quarrel Heav'n and Earth engage , S●all then to better Resolutions come , A●d joyn'd with me promote the Cause of Rome . So 't is Resolv'd : — And Years to come shall see the Sons of Troy O'er Argian Realms their conqu'ring Arms display . And to the Greeks their old Indignities repay : Hence Caesar sprung shall raise the Trojan Name , The Sea shall bound his Empire , Heav'n his Fame . Him from Iulus , both in Name and Blood Descended , after th' Eastern Realms subdu'd , Glutted with Spoils , secure thou shalt receive ; To him Divinity and Heav'n I give ; With Deity his Earthly Honours crown , And frequent Vot'ries shall his Godhead own . Then thro' the World shall Wars and Discord c●a●● ▪ And milder Times shall learn the Arts of Peace , Then Rev'rend Truth and Piety shall reign , Nor Brother be by jealous Brother sl●in ; Then pious Hands shall close the Gates of War ; VVithin imprison'd Rage shall sit and roar , Bound down with brazen Cords , he there in vain Shall foam black Blood , ●nd champ upon his Chain . He said , and down from Heav'n's unmeasur'd height , He bids the Son of M●●● t●ke his Flight ; Down to the Court of Cart●ag● , to prepare The wan●'ring Tr●jan● kind Reception there : Lest Did● ignorant of H●av'ns Decree , The fre●dom of her Infant State deny . He thro' the vast Expans● shot quickly down , Till Li●ya stop'd hi●●light : his Message done As J●ve had will'd : the Tyrians soon forget Th●ir native Roughn●ss and inclement Heat : But s●●●e●● P●●sion● Did●'s tender Bre●st And For 〈…〉 ●atable possest . But good Aeneas , all the sleepless N●ght Revolving various Cares , with the first Light Resolv'd to rise , and search what unknown Coasts , VVhat Land he ow'd the Winds ; if M●n or Beasts ( For all around he sees untill'd and bare ) The Tenants of those Desart Regions were . Beneath an hanging Rock , whose thickest Wood● Drop'd a brown Darkness ●n the silent flood● , His Fleet he shelter'd , and his Fortune try'd , Two Jav'lins in his Hand , Ac●a●es by his side . As thro' the Woods they pass , he near him sees His Goddess mother shining thro' the Tr●●s ; Like some brisk Spartan Maid in Garb and F●ce ; Or fierce Harpalyce on the Hills of Thrace : When she upbraids in flight th' unequal Spe●d Of Coursers swift , and Heber's rapid T●d● Fix'd cross her Shoulders hung a decent Bow , Her Robes close girt , but loose her Tresses slow , The sport of Winds . Hoa ! gentle Youths , said she , Saw ye my Sister Huntresses this way ? VVith Lynxes Skins and Quivers by their side , ●ager in Chase ? When thus her Son reply'd : N● Nymph , but you , has bless'd mine Ear or Eye ; None , but you , fair unknown ! — What shall I say ? Fai● unknown Goddess ! for alass in vain D●s●uis'd a false Mortality you feign ; You 're all Divine , that charming Voice and Eye In spight of you confess your Deity : Diana or some Nymph ! what e're you are , Only be ●ind and ease a Stranger 's Care ; By stormy Winds on this strange Country thrown , The Place and P●ople equally unknown : What Clim●● what Land ? instruct us , Heav'nly Maid , Our g●●teful Vows shall own the pious Deed ; And 〈◊〉 Victims on your Altars bleed . Alass ! said she , in vain you thus abuse Great Names and Titles which I must refuse ; This Quiver and these Buskins , which I wear , Speak me a Tyrian Virgin and no more : It is our Country Garb ; our Country this ; Here Tyrian Exiles a new Empire raise . But all around it Libyan Kingdoms are , Stern Nations and unsoilable in War. Dido a Tyrian Princess sways the State , Forc'd from her Native Home by unjust Hate , A cruel Brother's unjust Hate ; too long And intricate the story of her Wrong . But thus in short : Sychoeus was her Lord , By her with great but hapless Love ador'd ; Him did her Sire with her first Nuptials bless , Great was his Wealth , nor was her Passion less : But her base Brother ra●'d the Tyrian State , ●●●malion in Guilt , as Empire , great ; Of all , whom Hell with blackest Villanies Inspir'd , supreme , and eminent in Vice. He , blind with Passion and the Thirst of Oar , Fearless Sychaeus in a secret hour Kneeling before the Altars of his God Surpriz'd , and stain'd the sacred Floor with Blood : Nor could the Altars , nor could Nature move His Pity , nor his wretched Sisters Love. Long he with artful Lies conceal'd the Deed , And with vain Hopes th'impatient Lover fed : Till , in a Dream before her slumb'ring Eyes , She saw her murder'd Husband's Image rise All ghastly pale ; he shew'd his wounded Breast , And the black Deed , and the black Scene confest . Then he persuades her instantly to fly The guilty Shore ; and to assist her way , Shews where a Nest of hidden Treasures lay Convinc'd of all the Vision had declar'd , She Means and Partners of her Flight prepar'd . All Male-contents in her Design engage , All who had felt or fear'd the Tyrants Rage ; Some Ships , which ready in the Harbour lay , They seize , and thither all their Wealth convey : Away the Waves Pygmalion's Treasure bring ; A Woman disappoints the greedy King. Hither where now new Walls and Towr's you 'll see , Hither they came , here as much Land they buy , As they could compass with an Oxe's Hide , And call'd it Byrsa from the crafty Deed. If this Relation has oblig'd your Ear , Requite it by declaring who you are , And from what Land you come , and for what Land you steer . Aeneas then sigh'd out this sad Reply To what she ask'd ; Divinest Pow'r , should I Begin the Story of our Woes , and you VVould have the patience to hear it thro' ; The Sun would not : the Day it self would fail , And half unfinish'd leave the mournful Tale. VVe from old Troy's unhappy Ruines came , ( If your Ears are not Strangers to that Name ) But now thro' all the spreading Ocean tost , A Tempest threw us on the Libyan Coast : And I the good Aeneas am , a Name Perhaps not utterly unknown to Fame : 'T was I who rescu'd from th' insulting Foe My Houshold Goods , now Part'ners of my Woe ; I , for the Shore of Italy design , And Jove I boast the Author of my Line : VVith twice ten Sail I stem'd the Phrygian Tide , F●●e and my Goddess mother were my Guide ; Now all but sev'n by Storms are lost , and I Helpless , unknown , thro' Libyan Desarts stray , By 〈◊〉 from Asia torn , from Europe by the Sea. Venus , who could his Plaint no longer hear , Thus interrupts his Grief : Who e're you are , I dare believe the Gods , whose Providence Directed you to Carthage , are your Friends : Thither proceed , and to asswage your Care , Prepare to meet your lost Companions there ; There ( if there 's any Faith in Augury ) Your Friends and Vessels both in Safety lie . See those twelve Swans ! how careless now they rove Thro' open Air ! whom erst the Bird of Jove . Stooping from his Ethereal Perch on high , Pursu'd , and drove them trembling thro' the Sky : But now secure and proud of their Escape , Some pitching ease their Wings : some idly sweep The Earth ; then mount , and wanton thro' the Sky On whistling Wings , and loudly sing their Joy. Thus all your Vessels and the Trojan Youth Or bear full Sail into the Harbours mouth ; Or safe at Anchor ride : Do you proceed , And let the way before you be your Guide . At that she turn'd , and round her , as she goes , Strange Charms and unexpected Beauties rose ; Ambrosial Odours streaming from her Hair Divinely sweet enrich'd the ambient Air. Down fell her Robes into a graceful Train , And her Majestick Walk own'd her Divine . He , when he thus his Mother's Form descry'd , ●ith these Complaints pursu'd her as she fled : A●d ●re you too , and are you cruel grown ? VVhy all these false Delusions to your Son ? Why 〈◊〉 but Sha●es assum'd , and Speeches no● your own ? He said : but as they to the Town proceed , Round them a misty Veil the Goddess spread , Of Air condens'd and thickest Vapors made : That they might pass secure , by mortal Eye Unseen , and unmolested in their way . Back flies the smiling Goddess thro' the Sky To Paphian Courts , where , to her Deity , Soft Youth their am'rous sighs and Off'rings pay : Sabaean Spice an hundred Altars glows , And slow'ry Wreaths perfume the sacred House . They with Direction of the Path march'd on , And climb'd the Hill , whose jetting Front looks down On the high Tur●●●s , 〈◊〉 ●o●s o'er the Town . Aeneas the vast P●ies with W●n●●r view'd , Rising where once a few poor L●●ges stood ; Admiring the strong Ga●es 〈…〉 W●ys . And all the busi● 〈…〉 The eager Tyrians various Works divide , Some with the Care of raising Walls employ'd ; Some frame the Cittadel ; some trace the Plow , VVhere private Buildings are design'd to grow . These sit Materials provide ; and those , Laws , Magistrates and a grave Senate chuse : Here a capacious Haven they prepare ; And there they promise a large Theatre : Vast Pillars from Earth's rocky Entrails wrought , The Pride of future Scenes , are thither brought . VVith Toil like this , while yet the Summer's new , Industrious Bees their annual Tasks pursue : VVhen youthful Swarms repair the faling Kind ; Or when their liquid Sweets they firmer bind : Or in full Cells their yellow Nectar stow : Or forth to meet their weary Brethren go : Or when , in firm Battalion rang'd , they drive The lazy Drones and Robbers from their Hive : And loud they Hum , and hot the Bustle grows , And all around a fragrant Odour flows . O happy Men whose Walls already rise ! VVhile he the City's growing Height surveys , Said the brave Prince ; and in dark Mantle hid , Thro' swarming Crowds he goes , by none descry'd . VVithin the City stood a shady Grove , Where first , when storms to land the Tyrians drove ; Digging , the fatal Horse's Head they met , VVhich Juno had foreshewn , a Sign the State Should prove renown'd in War , in Plenty great . Here did the Queen a stately Temple frame , Stupendous Work , to Juno's awful Name : Rich Offerings and wealthy Zealots Vows , And her immediate Presence grac'd the House ; On Brazen steps the lofty Entrance rose : VVith Brass the Beams were strengthen'd and enrich'd , And brazen Gates on brazen Hinges scriech'd . Here first an unexpected Sight reliev'd Aeneas Fears , and his faint Hopes reviv'd . For while he there expecting Dido stays , And the Condition of the Place surveys ; Admiring all that skilful Hands had done , The State and Artful Beauties of the Town ; He spies the Siege of Troy , those angry Wars Already famous thro' the Universe : The adverse Monarchs , with their fighting Youth , And st●rn Achilles equal Foe to both . He stood , and we●ping thus bespoke his Friend ; VVhat place , Achates , what so distant Land , VVhich has not heard our Woes ? see Priam there ! See! Vertue has its Honours even here ; Ev'n here our Mis'ry due Compassion finds , Human Misfortunes work on human Minds . Then fear not : they who to our Suff'rings give So just Regard , the Suff'rers will relieve . He said , and fed his Soul on th' empty piece , While from his troubled Breast strong Sighs arise ; And Floods of Tears fall streaming from his Eyes . For there the Tides and Ebbs of War he saw , Saw the prevailing Trojans there pursue The flying Greeks ; the Trojans flying here , And fierce Achilles hanging on the Rear : Next the white Tents of Rhesus he beheld , Which while first sleep the weary Thracians held , Tydides entred , and with slaughter fill'd ; And seiz'd the fiery Horses ere they came To tast Troy's Food , or drink of Xanthus stream : There Troilus disarm'd his Horses drew , VVhom Chance of Battle on Achilles threw . Unequal Match ! — Down from his empty Seat he hung supine , Yet his clench'd Hand still grasp'd the useless Rein ; His beauteous Head seem'd o'er the Stones to bound , The Spear inverted scrawl'd the dusty Ground . There went the Trojan Dames in mournful State , T' avert with Off'rings fierce Minerva's Hate ; With Hair unfurl'd , each smote her tender Breast , And all the Pomp of solemn Grief exprest ; The sullen Goddess yet disdains their Vows VVith down-cast Eyes , nor one kind Look allows . Thrice had Achilles round the Trojan Walls Dead Hector drag'd , and now his Carcase sells . But then deep Sighs his troubled Bosom rend , To see the sad Dishonours of his Friend ; The Spoils , the Chariot , and on bended Knee Old Pri●m beg the wretched Courtesie . Himself engag'd with Grecian Chiefs he spy'd , And Eastern Bands by swarthy Memnon led . And there the fierce Penthesilea leads , Through adverse Troops , her Amazonian Maids : Girds up her Breast , her horned Buckler takes , Thro' yielding Men her Conq'ring way she makes , And scorns the Disadvantage of her Sex. While this surprizing Piece the Prince survey'd , And this one Object fixt his Soul employ'd ; Attended with a num'rous youthful Train , Up to the Temple mov'd the beauteous Queen . Such as Diana on the slow'ry Mead VVhere cool Eurotas flows , or Cynthus Head ; VVhen she leads forth her Virgin Train to dance , In num'rous steps a thousand Nymphs advance : She round her Neck her ratling Q●iver bears , And the Majestick Goddess still appears , In graceful Motion high above the rest ; A secret Joy tickles Latona's Breast . Such Dido was , so beautiful , so pleas'd , She thro' thick Crouds of busie Tyrians past ; And still their Labour urg'd , and still improv'd their Hast. Thence to the Temple , where she proudly sate , Supported on the lofty Throne of State : And round with Guards and Loyal Subjects fenc'd , The righteous Laws and equal Tasks dispenc'd . VVhen thro' a gaping Crowd Aeneas sees His lost Companions making to the Place : VVhom far dispers'd , on Mists and Darkness lost ; The lowring Storms on distant Shores had tost . He and Achates both astonish'd were , Distracted equally 'twixt Joy and Fear ; Their despair'd Friends fill them with eager Joy : But yet unknowing what their Case might be , They in the Clouds dark Womb conceal'd remain , Till their Friends Fortune should itself explain . At length they free Access and Audience gain'd ; VVhen calmly thus Ilioneus complain'd ; Great Queen , whose rising Walls kind Gods allow , To whose Command these haughty Nations bow : VVe the unhappy Residue of Troy , By adverse Winds long driven o'er the Sea , Do here your Justice and Protection crave ; From Ruine undeserv'd our Vessels save ; Spare Innocence , Ah! spare a pious Race ; And hear , and hearing pity our Distress . VVe came not to invade your rising State ; Our humbled Fortunes no such Thoughts admit . A Place there is by Greeks Hesperia nam'd , An ancient Land , for War and Plenty fam'd ; Oenotrians heretofore the Kingdom held : But now , 't is said , from some great Gen'ral call'd Italia . Thither was our Course design'd , VVhen hidden Tempests and a wanton Wind Thro' Waves , o'er Rocks , and Shelves , our Navy tost ; Of which some few came floating on your Coast. But to the Scandal of Humanity , Your Guards the Refuge of your Shore deny : And threaten Fire and Sword , and needless War , If any durst attempt their landing there . If ye Mankind and mortal Pow'r defie , Yet shall just Gods revenge such Injury . Aeneas was our King , — Than whom none e'er could boast a greater Share Of all that 's gen'rous , both in Peace and War ; Oh! If kind Fates but that dear Mortal spare ! Oh if he live , and yet breath upper Air , Farewel our Fears and yours : none shall complain They e'er oblig'd a Trojan Prince in vain . Beside Acestes and the Sons of Troy Enjoy the Realms and Pow'r of Sicily . VVe only beg Permission to refit VVithin your Ports the Ruines of our Fleet : And then , if Heav'n our Mates and Prince restore , VVe 'll ease your Realms , and seek the Latin Shore : But if hard Fates that great Design forbid , If thou , brave Prince , in Libyan Seas art dead ; And all our Hopes of young Ascanius sled : At least to Sicily our Course we 'll steer , And to Acestes surer Realms retire . Thus spoke Ilioneus , and all the rest Bow'd , and in Murmurs their Consent e●prest . To whom the Queen return'd this short Reply : Far be your Jealousie , ye Sons of Troy , The Rawness of our Realms and daily Fear Demand our strongest Guards and strictest C●r● . VVho but the Trojan Race , their high Renown , Their daring Champions , and fierce Wars have known ? Such stupid Hearts we Tyrians do not bear , Nor is the Sun so great a Stranger here . If for th' Hesperian Realms ye are design'd , Or for the Shore of Sicily intend , Be sure of all th' Assistance we can lend : Or if my Kingdoms and this rising Town Have ought to tempt your stay , 't is all your own : Trojans and Tyrians shall one People be , Equal , and equally belov'd by me . And I could wish the same kind Storm had tost Your Prince , the brave Aeneas , on this Coast : Nay ; I will send and search , if haply he Lost in thick Woods , or some blind Village stray . At this news Joy and lively Hopes possest Aeneas and Achates doubtful Breast ; Now eager to disband their useless Mist. VVhen thus Achates to the Prince began : Great Son of Venus , now what Doubts remain ? No more of Danger now , of Fear no more , Since kinder Gods your Fleet and Friends restore , All but that one , who perish'd in our View ; In all the rest your Mother's Words are true . Scarce had he spoke : when off the Vapours clear , The Clouds disband , and purge themselves to Air : There circled round with Light Aeneas stood , His Shape and Feature like some beauteous God : For round him all her Charms his Mother threw , Beauty and blushing Youth bloom'd on his Brow ; Such Grace the Artist's hand to Iv'ry lends , So with pale Silver , Gold its florid Yellow blends . VVhen he with Words th' Assembly and Queen Surpriz'd , and unexpected thus began : See! to prevent your Search , and ease your Fear , See! that Aeneas whom you seek is here . To you , what Thanks sufficient can we pay , Great Queen , the only Friend of ruin'd Troy ? VVho us , it s hapless Remnant , whom the Sword Of Grecian Foes almost in vain had spar'd , Distress'd by Sea and Land , forelorn and Poor , Here to new Homes , and other Realms restore : Nor we , nor all the scatter'd Race of Troy , Can e'er return this Royal Courtesie . No! may the Gods , and sure if Gods there are , VVho of the Good and Innocent take care ; It Justice , Conscience , ought but Phantoms be ; The Debts which we cannot They will repay . VVhat more than Mortal Parents could bestow On this blest Age such Worth as shines in you ? For me , while Rivers to the Ocean flow , VVhile rising Mountains shade the Vales below ; VVhile Stars seed round the Pole ; your Memory And Name , whatever Land my Portion be , Shall still be honour'd , still be dear to me . He said : and then in close Embraces meets His welcome Friends , and each in order greets . Dido surpriz'd , with what her self had seen , And the unusual Fortune of the Man , Long silent stood ; at length she thus began : What Fate unkind , brave Prince , thro' much distress , Pursues and drives you to this barb'rous Place ? Are you th' Aeneas , whom on Simois Shore Kind Venus to her dear Anchises bore ? Nay , and I well remember , when for Aid Teucer expell'd from Home to Sidon fled ; To make his Fortune on some foreign Coast , And gain new Kingdoms since his own were lost . Cyprus for him my Father Belus took , And made it bow beneath his Conq'ring Yoke : E'er since have I the Trojan Story known ; The Names of Grecian Leaders , and your own . Himself to Trojan Foes just Praise allow'd ; Himself he boasted sprang from Trojan Blood. Come then , my welcome Youths , kindly receive Such Entertainment as my Court can give . I too , before I setled here my Throne , Have like Severities of Fortune known ; And , by the Sense of my own Suff'rings taught Have learn'd to pity the Unfortunate . Thus she : and in she leads her Trojan Guest , And to the Gods proclaims a solemn Feast : But , not unmindful of their absent Friends , Twenty large Oxen to the Port she sends ; The bristly Flitches of an hundred Sows ; An hundred fat Lambs , with an hundred Ewes . Mean while the Rooms of State their Pride display ; And all the Pomp of Royal Luxury . The well-wrought Furniture with Purple shone , VVith massy Plate the burthen'd Tables groan : And labour'd Gold in lively Portraiture , Heroick Acts of great Forefathers bore ; A tedious Chronicle of Deeds and Men , From him who first the noble Race began . Aeneas still remains dissatisfy'd , Doubts from paternal Love his Ease forbid : All 's vain if his Ascanius be not there , Ascanius the fond Parent 's only Care. Away he sends Achates , to the Port , To bear the News and bring the Lad to Court ; Bids him withal such Presents bring , as he Had snatch'd from Ruin and the Flames of Troy : The Gown and flower'd Veil , which Helen clad , VVhen she to Troy and guilty Nuptials fled ; The Scepter of Ilione ; her Crown , And Neck-lace , which with richest Jewels shone ; Presents not mean , With these Instructions sent , Away Achates to the Navy went. But Cytherea in her thoughtful Mind , New Counsels fram'd , and other Arts design'd ; That Cupid should Ascanius Shape assume , And in his stead disguis'd to Carthage come ; And th' heedless Queen with treach'rous Presents move , And her fond Heart inspire with secret Love : For still the Faithless Tyrians cause her fear , Still she suspects their doubtful Safety there : Malicious Juno wrings her jealous Breast , Black Dreams and frightful Starts disturb her Rest. Uneasie therefore to the Tent she fled Of winged Love , and thus implor'd his Aid : My Son , my Strength , my Empire 's only Stay , Who dar'st thy Fathers angry Bolts defie ; I for assistance to thy Godhead fly . What Storms at Sea , what Miseries at Land , Thy Brother , my Aeneas has sustain'd ; How he has felt th' effects of Juno's Spleen , Too well thou know'st ; and oft thy self hast been Griev'd at his Wrongs , and mix'd thy Tears with mine . Phenician Dido with a specious shew Of Kindness and fair Words detains him now : But still I fear some secret Danger nigh VVhen Juno entertains the Sons of Troy ; Her watchful Malice will not let her miss An Opportunity so great as this . Therefore my Fears bid me prevent with Art The Queen , and place thee Guardian of her Heart ; Lest any Pow'r corrupt to worse Design Her Will , for my Aeneas may she pine , And love him with a Passion great as mine . So I 've resolv'd , nor are the Means unknown ; The Royal Youth , who my chief Care is grown , Obeys his Father's Summons to the Town : And with him Presents bears , which still remain Sav'd from Troy's Flames and th' fury of the Main . Him will I folded in the Arms of Sleep On high C●t●●ra or Idalia keep ; L●st close Restraint disturb his jealous Thought , Or intervening crush th' abortive Plot. Do th●● one Night disguis'd like him appear , One Night h●s s●●●pe and well known Features wear : So when the Queen , softned with Royal Feasts And freer Wine , shall clasp thee to her Breasts , And kiss thy lovely Cheek ; do thou inspire Thy pleasing Venom and unheeded Fire . Obsequious Love his Mother's Will obeys , Aside his Wings and Heav'nly Form he lays ; And counterfeits Iulus Pace and Tongue , Pleas'd with the Change ; and prattling trips along . Venus mean while the true Ascanius kept In pleasing Dreams and dewy Slumbers wrapt : Lull'd in her Arms the Goddess bore away To her Idalian Groves the sleeping Boy ; Where their delicious Breaths sweet Herbs and Flowrs Round him exhale , and rise to shady Bow'rs . But now , with Presents fraught , the Heav'nly Boy Pleas'd with his Guide , to Carthage makes his way . When he arriv'd , the Queen strait took her Seat I' th' midst , upon a golden Couch of State ; Round her Aeneas and the Youth of Troy In order all on Purple Carpets lay : The Servants Water brought , and plac'd the Bread , And well-wrought Napkins round the Tables laid : VVithin did fifty Damsels neatly drest Manage the State and Order of the Feast : An hundred , with as many Pages joyn'd Of equal Years , round the large Boards attend . The Tyrians too , in swarms to Court repair , And th' Publick Mirth and Entertainment share ; The Presents all admire , admire the Lad ; The God's fresh Looks , and counterfeited Chat. But hapless Dido , doom'd to future Woes , No End , no Measure of her Fondness knows ; Gazes , and ever gazing Fonder grows : The Boy and Gifts her Admiration move Alike , and both alike provoke her Love. He having long on his false Father hung And eas'd his Soul , away to Dido sprung . Her Eyes , her Heart dwell setled on the Boy , And oft she dandles him upon her Knee ; Nor knows what Weight she bears of Deity . He mindful of his Mother's Charge soon ras'd All Thoughts of dead Sicheus from her Breast : Then with new lively Passion strives to move Her listless Heart , and long unus'd to Love. Soon as the Edge of Appetite was laid , The Boards were clear'd , and full crown'd Bowls succeed . The Ecchoing Courts around divide the Joy : And loud Huzza's through all the Palace fly . Lamps hanging from high Roofs dart vig'rous Light , And drive far off the heavy Shades of Night . Here did the Queen for that rich Goblet call . In which Old Belus us'd to drink , and all From Belus down to her : Then , Silence made , Dido the Goblet took , and thus she pray'd ; Grant mighty Jove , ( for thou , the Strangers Friend , Giv'st Laws of Hospitality to Men ; ) Grant , that thro' all succeeding Times , this Day May both to Trojans and to Tyrians be A Day of Mirth , and glad Solemnity ; Juno and Bacchus smile upon our Feast , The Gods be kind , and ye my Tyrians pleas'd . Then on the B●ard she sp●ll'd a ●●ered Drop ; Her self scarce kis●'d the Lips of the wide Cup , And smacking ●av't to Bitias : but he At no large Draught took down the frothy Sea. Round went the Bowl : while curl'd Iopas strung His golden Harp , and Works of Nature sung , By Atlas taught : th' Excursions of the Moon , And never c●asing L●bours of the Sun ; Whence Men and Beasts , Thunder and Rain proceed ; How Stars by Night their reg'lar Mazes tread ; VVhat makes the Winter Sun so hasty go Down to the Sea ; what makes the Nights so slow . Tyrians and Trojans equally combine To praise the Song , and loud Applauses joyn . But the fond Queen with various Discourse , And needless Queries still protracts the Hours . And long Occasions of Love she takes , Vain Doubts of Priam and of Hector makes ; Enquiring oft what Armour Memn●n wore ; And oft what part the fierce Achilles bore . Nay come , says she , dear Guest , begin and tell The Grecian Treach'ry , Troy's unhappy Fall , And your own Travels : for sev'n times the Sun Has brought back Summer , since your Toils begun . Part of the Second Book . ALL husht and mute with Expectation sate , When thus Aeneas from his Throne began : Sad is the Task , great Queen , which you enjoyn , Our Suff'rings to repeat : how wretched Troy , It 's Pow'r and Wealth , by Cruel Greeks were spoil'd ; And all the dismal Things I saw , of them My self no inconsiderable Part. VVho the most savage of our Enemies ; What ha●dy Soldier from Vlysses Camp Could without Tears such Miseries relat● ? And now the dewy Wheels of Night hast down . The Western Steep of Heav'n , and falling Stars ; Rather to Sleep and needful Rest advise : But if so great your Curiosity , To learn our Fortunes , and Troy's last sad Hour ; Tho' my Soul at the black Remembrance start , With Grief recoiling ; yet I will begin . By Fate and Pow'r repell'd the Grecian Chiefs , After so many Years successless War , Contrive a mighty Horse of Mountain bulk , By curious Architecture fram'd , and senc'd With Planks his wooden Ribs ; pretending it A Vow for their Return ; so 't was given out ; But in his darksom Entrails secretly They stow'd the Flow'r of their remaining Troops And fill with Arms and Men his hollow Womb. In Sight lies I●enedos , an Isle Renown'd , Renown'd for Wealth , while Priam's Empire stood ; Now only a small Creek , and dang'rous Road : Hither the Grecian Fleet retir'd from sight Behind the Rocks and unfrequented Shore ; We thought them sail'd directly back for Greece . Troy therefore soon forgot her long Distress , Open were slung the Gates ; and pleasant 't was To view the Grecian Camp , the Country clear'd , And the abandon'd Shore . Here lay the Band Of Dolopes : there stern Achilles march'd ; Here rode the Fleet : there were fierce Battels joyn'd . Most had their Eyes with Admiration fix'd On Pallas bulky Gift , their future Ruine . And first Thymaetes , whether mov'd by Fate Or Treachery , advis'd it to be brought Within the City , and plac'd in the Tow'r . But Capys , and the wiser Heads persuade To drown or burn the Greeks suspicious Gift : Or bore and wisely search its hollow Womb. The doubtful Vulgar various Thoughts divide ; There first La●●●●n with angry Hast From the high Tower , with a num'rous Train , Runs foaming down , and bellows from afar : What Frenzy thus misleads my Countrymen ? Do ye believe our Foes thus tamely gone ? Or do ye think Greek Gifts can want Design ? And is Vlysses yet no better known ? Either this treach'rous Wood is lin'd with Greeks Or 't is an Engine fram'd against our Walls , To seale our Works and overlook the Town : Or 't is some sly Design ; wh●te'er it be . I dread the very Kindness of the Greeks He said ; and with full strength his Jav'lin whirl'd Against the Horses side , that trembling stood ; And strait a grumbling Sound follow'd the stroke , And from it's hollow Entrails came a Groan . Then had not Fate arm'd all our Thoughts askew ; The Greeks had dy'd , in their own Ambush caught ; And Troy and Pri●●●'s Court had still remain'd . Part of the Third Book . SInce it so pleas'd the Gods our Asian State And Priam's guiltless Nation must be lost ; Since haughty Ilium was now no more , And Neptune's Work lay smoaking on the ground . We by the Oracles of Gods are urg'd To leave our Native Lands , and seek new Homes : Under Antandros , at the foot of Ide , VVe build a Fleet , ( unknowing whither Fate Would call , or where we might expect to rest ) And raise what Force we could ; Summer scarce peep'd , When by my aged Father we are bid To hoise , and trust our Sails to Providence . Weeping I bid my Native Shores adieu , The Phrygian Ports , and Fields where Troy once stood ; By Fate an Exile forc'd I to the Waves My Self , my Friends , my Son , and Gods commit . Far hence there lies a Land , by Thracians till'd , Where in times past severe Lycurgus reign'd ; In amicable League Allied to Troy While Troy its Grandeur held ; here in ill Hour I first touch'd Land , and on the crooked Shore Rais'd my first Walls , and gave it mine own Name . Here to my Mother sacred Rites I paid , And to the Gods who favour'd my Design ; To Jove a Milk-white Bull bled on the Shore . Fast by there rose a little Hill , thick stuck With Shrubs and Myrtle Spears . I went , and strove To ravish from it's Earth the sprouting Grove , To shade my Altars with it's leafy Boughs ; When a strange Prodigy surpriz'd my Sight : For the first Tree , which from the Earth I forc'd , From his torn Roots trickled black Drops of Blood , And stain'd the Ground with Gore : a shiv'ring Fear Shot thro' my Veins , and curdled all my Blood. Desirous yet to learn the secret Cause Of an Effect so strange , a second Twig I pluck'd , and from a second Twig drop'd Blood : Amaz'd , and troubled to the Nymphs I kneel'd , And Mars , the Guardian of those Lands , besought The Omen to avert , and turn 't to good . But while I fix'd my Knees to ground , and strove With all my strength from Earth to pluck a third ; ( Shall I proceed , or leave the rest untold ? ) Deep from the Earth there came a mournful groan , And a sad Voice thus speaking reach'd my Ears : Forbear , Aeneas , to torment the dead ; Stain not with Cruelty thy Righteous Hands . That which thou now behold'st drop from these Trees Is Trojan Blood and near Ally'd to thine ; Oh! fly this cruel Land , this greedy Shore . For I am Polydore : a Grove of Spears Here slew , and cover'd me ; and in my Flesh Fixing their Iron Heads , took Root and grew . Then new Amazement seiz'd my doubtful Mind , My Hair stood upright , and Fear cramp'd my Tongue . This Polydore unhappy Priam sent VVith mighty Treasure to the Thracian King ; VVhen he began to doubt the Fate of Troy , And saw his Walls girt with a threat'ning Siege . He , when he saw the Trojan Pow'r decay , Took Fortune's part , and with the Conqu'ror joyn'd Forgot all Right ; young Polydore he slew , And by unjust Violence his Treasure seiz'd . O Gold ! how do's the curst Desire of thee VVork irresistibly on mortal Hearts ! At length , recovering from deep Amaze , I to my Chieftains , and my Father first Disclose the Prodigies , and ask their Thoughts ; Unanimous they all agree to leave The treach'rous unhospitable Shore . To Polydore we Fun'ral Rites perform'd , Made him a Tomb of Earth , and Altars rais'd To the infernal Pow'rs , with Purple Fillets And Cypress Garlands mournfully adorn'd . VVith Hair dishevel'd stood the Trojan Dames : Bowls frothing with warm Milk and hallow'd Gore VVe sacrifice ; and to the quiet Grave Commit his Ghost , and hail him off to Rest. Part of the Fourth Book . ALready was the Queen struck deep with Love , The sly Disease creeps circling round her Veins ; And secret Flames within prey on her Heart : The Hero's Vertue , and his Country's Fame Are the perpetual Objects of her Thought : Still present she beholds his Charming Face , His charming Voice still Ecchoes in her Ears , By careful Love , kept waking all the Night . Now had next morning Sun with radiant Light Gilded the East , and dewy Night dispell'd ; When to her Sister thus distracted she Unfolds her secret Grief : Ah! dearest Ann , What mean these troubled thoughts which break my nights . And to my weary Eye-lids grant no rest ? What noble Stranger do we entertain ! How charming are his Looks ! how brave his Soul ! VVell ! I believe ( and justly I believe ) That he indeed is sprung of Race Divine , Base low-born Souls are by their Fear betray'd : VVhat Shocks of adverse Fortune bravely born , VVhat hard Exploits of War did he relate ! VVere not my Soul unalterably fix'd , No more to link my self in Nuptial Bands , Since my first Love by Death was disappointed ; Did I not hate the name of Love and Wedlock , To this one Fault perhaps I could submit : For I must own , since poor Sichaeus dy'd , And stain'd with Blood his Brother 's guilty Walls , None e'er so far inclin'd my Soul to Love : Nor were my Resolutions e'er so shock'd ; I feel my former ●lame returning strong . But may the yawning Earth first swallow me ; Or Thunder strike me to the Shades below , Pale Shades of Frebus , and Night profound , ●'er I the Laws of Chastity transgress : No ; he who first my Vows and Heart engag'd , He bore away my Love to his cold Grave ; There let it lie buried with him for ever . Thus said she mournful , and with show'rs of Tears , Water'd her Bosom ; when thus Ann replies : O dearer to thy Sister than this Light , Why will you lose the pretious Bloom of Youth In solitary Grief ? nor know the Joys Of pretty Babes , and all the Sweets of Love ? Think you cold Ashes and departed Souls Regard such Matter ? or , suppose they do , He cannot think you easie , who so long Remain'd irreconcileable to Love : Nor could Iarbas , nor what other Chiefs Victorious Affrick breeds , acceptance find . And will you still resist the Charms of Love ? Regard at least the Dangers of your State ; On every side by warlike Neighbours girt . H●re fierce Getulians spread their Conqu'ring Arms , And wild Numidians : there a Desart wide , And the far ravaging Darceans lie . What need I mind you of your Brother's Threats , And Wars prepar'd to follow us from Tyre ? To me the Trojans seem by Heaven sent And Juno's friendly Care to be our Guard. Strengthen'd by such Alliance how shall we Ad●ance your growing State ! to what a height Of Glory shall you see your Carthage rise ! Only do you by Pray'r and Sacrifice Propitiate Heav'n , then to your Guest be kind , And frame Excuses for his longer stay ; The stormy Season , and tempestuous Stars , His shatter'd Fleet , and the unruly Sky . Thus she with Words fuel'd her am'rous Flame , Wip'd off all Shame , and let her loose to Love. CHRIST Born. A Pastoral . A Trend , ye Shepherds , to my rural Song ; Rural , but sweet , and with high matter fraught My Meditation , while full of Thought From Fairfield's ever hospitable Seat ; Great in it self , but in it's Owners more . ( Swains must not flatter , but may give just Praise ) To aged Severn's rocky Shore I walk , And roam the Fields , heedless of any Path For so I use , a poor contented Swain . Sweet are the Fields to them who early walk , And pleasant sounds from far the murm'ring Sea. Attend , ye Shepherds , to my rural Song , Safe are your Flocks ; nor tedious is my Verse . Disdaming humble Furzes and low Shrubs , Fond Shepherds wanton Loves , and sordid Cares ; To higher Thoughts I tune my Past'ral Reed : Such as Sicilian Muse of old ne'er joyn'd To oaten Pipe ; nor he who Mantua bred , Nor could : tho' sweeter far his Lays than mine . I the great Shepherd sing , whose wond'rous Birth Angelic Quires to humble Shepherds sung . An arduous , but not improper , Task , Since all to Shepherds and their Flocks confin'd . Attend ye Shepherds to my rural Song , Safe are your Flocks ; nor tedious is my Verse . In Bethlem's verdant Pastures , round their Folds Shepherds by Night their careful Watches kept , Fearless of Blastings , Dews and midnight Cold : So great their Love of Flocks or Thirst of Gain . By chance together they had pitch'd their Folds , Protected safer thus by mutual Aid ; Where , after each had walk'd his nightly Rounds , They met ; and , as befell , mix'd various Chat ; Yet not of am'rous Toys , or female Guiles ; But with wise Talk deceiv'd the Hours of Night . What mean , said one ( and round he tuckt his Cloak Close to his Breast , as bent on long Discourse ) VVhat mean the People , who on tiptoe stand Expecting the Deliv'rer , who should come , And rescue Israel from long Servitude ? For so I heard , when to the Temple late I drove my tender Lambs , meek Offerings . These careful Watches then we need not keep , Tame Wolves and Lambs shall then together play , Lions with fearless Kids ; so 't is foretold . Attend , ye Shepherds , to my rural Song , Safe are your Flocks ; nor tedious is my Verse . Are now the years fulfill'd ? is this the time VVhere our inspired Prophets have foretold , A Branch of Jesse , sprung from David's Loyns , His Father's Scepter shall resume , and rule All Nations ; and whose Reign shall never end ? Sure when he comes , we shall not be forgot , For David was a Shepherd ere a King. Come when he will , two of my fattest Lambs Shall , as a Vow , on th' holy Altars bleed . Thus talk'd the Swain , and he much more had talk'd Ev'n till the Morning Star and Day arose : But suddenly a glorious Glare of Light Surpriz'd the sleeping Field : a glorious Light Bright as the mid-day Sun , when from the Crab He stares with glowing Eyes on the parch'd Earth ; Then Shepherds , lead your Flocks beneath the Shade , Or to some Silver stream ; for Heat breeds Thirst , Attend , ye Shepherds , to my rural Song , Safe are your Flocks ; nor tedious is my Verse . Rest , rest again , ye Sheep , 't is a false Day ; Rest , till Day break indeed , and Night be gone . Amidst the Glory was an Angel seen , And thus he spake : Cease , Shepherds , cease to fear : To you , from the Eternal I am sent , VVith Tidings sent , which ye shall joy to hear , Ye and all Nations : for this Day is born Your Saviour ; David's long expected Son. And lest ye doubt , strait hence to Bethlem go , There in a Manger , humble Cradle , lies The smiling Babe ; go ye , and see him there . VVhile thus he spake , a Quire of Angels came VVasting thro' Air , and hovering on Wing Chanted Celestial Hymns ; and Glory sung To him that sits on the Eternal Throne , On the Earth Peace , and good Will toward Men , Attend , ye Shepherds , to my rural Song ; Safe are your Flocks ; nor tedious is my Verse . They joyful went , and going , much they talk'd Of what they saw , and what they were to see . VVhy this to us , said they , of all Mankind ? Sure Heav'n is partial to the Shepherds Life , Since righteous Abel first acceptance found ; Our great Lawgiver kept his Father's Sheep And David from his Fold was call'd to reign : No Wolf , nor Thief , ye Sheep , infest your Folds , But rest in Peace untill your Swains return . FINIS . BOOKS Printed for and Sold by Charles Harper at the Flower-de-Luce over against S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet . DOctor Willi's Practice of Physick being the whole Works of that Renowned and Famous Physitian , Rendred into English. Second Edit with Forty Copper Plates . Fol. The Historical and Miscellaneous Tracts of the Reverend and Learned Peter Heylyn , D.D. now colle●ted into one Vol. And an Account of the Life of the Author , never before Published , Fol. The Religion of Protestants , a safe Way to Salvation , with a Discourse of the Apostolical Institution of Episcopacy . By W. C●●dingworth , M.A. To which in this Edit . is added ▪ shewing the Reason why he left Popery , Fol. 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Th● W●ol● 〈…〉 Man , a●●o●●●● to the L●w of Natu●● , by that 〈…〉 S●●● 〈…〉 of to Laws of Nat●●e and N●tio●s in th● Univ●r●●ty 〈…〉 Univer●●ty , now made Eng●●sh 〈…〉 . 〈…〉 a D●●tor of D●vin●ty , and a Stud●●t in the 〈…〉 the said Laws and of Conf●●ences , newly revi●●d 〈…〉 . 〈…〉 of the most reverend J●dge Mr. 〈◊〉 . Fitz-H●●● 〈…〉 . A55341 ---- The choice a poem / by a person of quality. Pomfret, John, 1667-1702. 1700 Approx. 9 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 7 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A55341 Wing P2795 ESTC R23203 12065933 ocm 12065933 53343 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2000-00 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2001-11 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2001-12 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2001-12 TCP Staff (Michigan) Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-01 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE CHOICE . A POEM . By a Person of Quality . LONDON : Printed , and are to be sold by I. Nutt , near Stationers-Hall , MDCC . THE CHOICE . A POEM . THE CHOYCE . IF Heav'n the grateful Liberty wou'd give , That I might chuse my Method how to live : And all those Hours propitious Fate shou'd lend , In blissful Ease and Satisfaction spend . Near some fair Town I 'd have a private Seat , Built Uniform , not little , nor too great : Better , if on a rising Ground it stood , Fields on this side , on that a Neighb'ring Wood. It shou'd within no other Things contain , But what are Useful , Necessary , Plain : Methinks , 't is Nauseous , and I 'd ne'er endure The needless Pomp of gawdy Furniture : A little Garden , grateful to the Eye , And a cool Rivulet run Murmuring by : On whose delicious Banks a stately Row Of shady Lymes , or Sycamores , shou'd grow . At th' end of which a silent Study plac'd , Shou'd with the Noblest Authors there be grac'd . Horace and Virgil , in whose mighty Lines , Immortal Wit , and solid Learning Shines . Sharp Iuvenal , and am'rous Ovid too , Who all the turns of Loves soft Passion knew : He , that with Judgment reads his Charming Lines , In which strong Art , with stronger Nature joyns , Must grant , his Fancy do's the best Excel : His Thoughts so tender , and exprest so well ; With all those Moderns , Men of steady Sense , Esteem'd for Learning , and for Eloquence : In some of These , as Fancy shou'd advise , I 'd always take my Morning Exercise . For sure , no Minutes bring us more Content , Than those in pleasing useful Studies spent . I 'd have a Clear and Competent Estate , That I might live Genteelly , but not Great . As much as I cou'd moderately spend , A little more sometimes t' oblige a Friend . Nor shou'd the Sons of Poverty Repine Too much at Fortune , they shou'd taste of Mine ; And all that Objects of true Pity were , Shou'd be reliev'd with what my Wants cou'd spare ; For what our Maker has too largely giv'n , Shou'd be return'd in gratitude to Heav'n . A frugal Plenty shou'd my Table spread , With healthful , not luxurious Dishes , fed : Enough to satisfy , and something more To feed the Stranger , and the Neighb'ring Poor . Strong Meat indulges Vice , and pampering Food Creates Diseases , and inflames the Blood. But what 's sufficient to make Nature Strong , And the bright Lamp of Life continue long , I 'd freely take , and as I did possess The bounteous Author of my Plenty bless . I 'd have a little Cellar , Cool , and Neat , With Humming Ale , and Virgin Wine Repleat . Wine whets the Wit , improves its Native Force , And gives a pleasant Flavour to Discourse ; By making all our Spirits Debonair , Throws off the Lees , the Sedement of Care. But as the greatest Blessing Heaven lends May be debauch'd , and serve ignoble Ends ; So , but too oft , the Grapes refreshing Juice , Does many mischievous Effects produce . My House , shou'd no such rude Disorders know , As from high Drinking consequently flow . Nor wou'd I use what was so kindly giv'n , To the dishonour of Indulgent Heav'n . If any Neighbour came he shou'd be free , Us'd with respect , and not Uneasy be , In my Retreat , or to himself , or me . What Freedom , Prudence , and Right Reason give , All Men , may with Impunity receive : But the least swerving from their Rules too much ; For what 's forbidden Us , 't is Death to touch . That Life might be more comfortable yet , And all my Joys refin'd , sincere and great , I 'd chuse two Friends , whose Company wou'd be A great Advance to my Felicity . Well born , of Humours suited to my own ; Discreet , and Men as well as Books have known . Brave , Gen'rous , Witty , and exactly free From loose Behaviour , or Formality . Airy , and Prudent , Merry , but not Light , Quick in discerning , and in Judging Right ; Secret they shou'd be , faithful to their Trust , In Reasoning Cool , Strong , Temperate and Just. Obliging , Open , without huffing , Brave ; Brisk in gay Talking , and in sober Grave . Close in Dispute , but not tenacious , try'd By solid Reason , and let that decide ; Not prone to Lust , Revenge , or envious Hate ; Nor busy Medlers with Intrigues of State. Strangers to Slander , and sworn Foes to spight , Not Quarrelsom , but Stout enough to Fight : Loyal and Pious , Friends to Caesar true As dying Martyrs to their Maker too . In their Society I cou'd not miss , A permanent , sincere , substantial Bliss . Wou'd bounteous Heav'n once more indulge , I 'd chuse ( For , who wou'd so much Satisfaction lose , As Witty Nymphs in Conversation give ) Near some obliging Modest-Fair to live ; For there 's that sweetness in a Female Mind , Which in a Man 's we cannot find ; That by a secret , but a pow'rful Art , Winds up the Spring of Life , and do's impart Fresh Vital Heat to the transported Heart . I 'd have her Reason , and her Passions sway , Easy in Company , in private Gay . Coy to a Fop , to the Deserving free , Still constant to her self , and just to me . A Soul she shou'd have for great Actions fit , Prudence , and Wisdom to direct her Wit. Courage to look bold danger in the Face , No Fear , but only to be proud , or base : Quick to advise by an Emergence prest , To give good Counsel , or to take the best . I 'd have th' Expressions of her Thoughts be such , She might not seem Reserv'd , nor talk too much ; That shows a want of Judgment , and of Sense : More than enough , is but Impertinence . Her Conduct Regular , her Mirth refin'd , Civil to Strangers , to her Neighbours kind . Averse to Vanity , Revenge , and Pride , In all the Methods of Deceit untry'd : So faithful to her Friend , and good to all , No Censure might upon her Actions fall . Then wou'd ev'n Envy be compell'd to say , She goes the least of Womankind astray . To this fair Creature I 'd sometimes retire , Her Conversation wou'd new Joys inspire , Give Life an Edge so keen , no surly Care Wou'd venture to assault my Soul , or dare Near my Retreat to hide one secret Snare . But so Divine , so Noble a Repast , I 'd seldom , and with Moderation taste . For highest Cordials all their Virtue lose , By a too frequent , and too bold an use ; And what would cheer the Spirits in distress , Ruins our Health when taken to Excess . I 'd be concern'd in no litigious Jarr , Belov'd by all , not vainly popular : Whate'er Assistance I had power to bring T' oblige my Country , or to serve my King , Whene'er they call'd , I 'd readily afford , My Tongue , my Pen , my Counsel , or my Sword. Law Suits I 'd shun with as much Studious Care , As I wou'd Dens , where hungry Lyons are ; And rather put up Injuries , than be A Plague to him , who 'd be a Plague to me . I value Quiet , at a Price too great , To give for my Revenge so dear a Rate : For what do we by all our Bustle gain , But counterfeit Delight for real Pain . If Heav'n a date of many years wou'd give , Thus I 'd in Pleasure , Ease , and Plenty live . And as I near approach'd the Verge of Life , Some kind Relation ( for I 'd have no Wife ) Shou'd take upon him all my Worldly Care , While I did for a better State prepare . Then I 'd not be with any trouble vext , Nor have the Evening of my Days perplext . But by a silent , and a peaceful Death , Without a Sigh , Resign my Aged Breath : And when committed to the Dust , I 'd have Few Tears , but Friendly , dropt into my Grave . Then wou'd my Exit so propitious be , All Men wou'd wish to live and dye like me . FINIS . A61237 ---- A song for the Kings birth day Being the fourth of November. Composed by Dr. Nicholas Staggins, Master of His Maiesties musick. Staggins, Nicholas, 1650?-1700. 1691 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 4 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2007-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A61237 Wing S5162B ESTC R221831 99833083 99833083 37558 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A61237) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 37558) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2063:2) A song for the Kings birth day Being the fourth of November. Composed by Dr. Nicholas Staggins, Master of His Maiesties musick. Staggins, Nicholas, 1650?-1700. 4 p. Printed by T. M for J. M., [London?] : 1691. Place of publication conjectured by the cataloguer. Imprint from colophon. Caption title. In verse. Imperfect; first page of text is creased slightly affecting legibility. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. EEBO-TCP is a partnership between the Universities of Michigan and Oxford and the publisher ProQuest to create accurately transcribed and encoded texts based on the image sets published by ProQuest via their Early English Books Online (EEBO) database (http://eebo.chadwyck.com). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Early works to 1800. 2006-01 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-05 Derek Lee Sampled and proofread 2006-05 Derek Lee Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A SONG FOR The Kings Birth Day , Being the Fourth of November . Composed by Dr. Nicholas Staggins , Master of His Maiesties Musick . TO England's Monarch , Holland's Chief , Of France , the Terrour , Awe , and Grief , To Europe's Champion , Strength , and Stay , We Sing the Triumphs of this Glorious Day . The Day which gave him Birth , And gave to us new Life again ; When Xerxes like , but surer He , In Fetters held our trembling Sea , That He might free Three Kingdoms from their Chain . Welcome , thrice welcome Royal SIR , From the Fatigues and toils of War , To these your fostered Isles , And to your chast ●ARIA'S Charms and Smiles , The Land Triumphs , her Natives Sing , In Winter we possess a Spring , And Mirth resounds from every place , And Love , and Joy appear in every face . Awake my Muse , awake my Lyre , Try if any Strein be higher ; Touch at that more lofty Strein , Joyn in one harmonious Choir , To welcome our RESTORER back again . Silence Lyre , surcease thy Tone , Silence Muse , and humbly own ; All that Sounds and Words can speak , All 's too little , all 's too weak ; All that Gratitude can shew , All that Loyalty can doe , All , and more than all is due . His Royal Vertues far excell , All that History can tell , Caesar's mighty swelling Name , Stoops to his more Glorious Fame : He came , he saw , he conquer'd too , Our Heroe did , what he refus'd to doe : By Caesar's Arms Rome lost her Liberty , And Caesar's Glories are but dimm , Caesar's , if compar'd to him , Who came , and saw , and set us Free. He weighs not the Grandure , or State of a Crown , But aspires to more solid and mighty Renown ; His forward Attempts on the Land and the Main , The Battle o' th' Boyne , and a Flanders Campaign , Shew fully , His Actions were never design'd For ought , but the Peace , and the good of Mankind . And Heavens ( we hope ) has fresh Crowns in store , For those who still can merit more : For the Moderate and Wise , Whom Greatness cannot over-poize ; For the Generous and Brave , Who never Fight to Conquer , but to Save . Go on Mighty Prince , go on to receive All the Trophies that Vertue and Honour can give : May the Heavens defend you , Success still attend you , And Victory wait wheresoever You bend You. Both at Home , and Abroad , May Your Enemies be Aw'd , Till Europe with England shall joyn in a Chorus , And Sing Your loud Praises , and own that 't is YOU that restore us . FINIS . Printed by T. M. for J. M. 1691. A61384 ---- The procession a poem on Her Majesties funeral / by a gentleman of the army. Steele, Richard, Sir, 1672-1729. 1695 Approx. 14 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 7 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A61384 Wing S5381 ESTC R3783 12186757 ocm 12186757 55800 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A61384) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 55800) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 879:4) The procession a poem on Her Majesties funeral / by a gentleman of the army. Steele, Richard, Sir, 1672-1729. [4], 8, [1] p. Printed for Thomas Bennet ..., London : 1695. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. cf. Wise, T.J. The Ashley library. 1922-1936. v. 5, p. 199 Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. 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A POEM ON Her Majesties FUNERAL . By a Gentleman of the Army . — Fungar inani Munere — Virg. LONDON , Printed for Thomas Bennet at the Half-Moon in St. Paul's Church-yard . 1695. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE The Lord CUTTS . My Lord , COmpassion which gives us a more sweet , and generous touch , than any other concern that attends our Nature , had at the Funeral-Procession so sensible an effect upon ev'n Me , that I could not forbear being guilty of the Paper with which I presume to trouble your Lordship . For what could be a more moving consideration , then that a Lady , who had all that Youth , Beauty , Virtue , and Power could bestow , should be so suddenly snatch'd from us ? A Lady that was serv'd by the Sword , and celebrated by the Pen of my Lord Cutts . Though indeed , if we rightly esteem'd things , we should lament for our own sakes , not Hers ; so Poor a thing it is to make an Evil of that , which is certainly the kindest Boon of Nature , our Dissolution . But the Men of Honour are not so ungratefull to their Friend Death , as to look at him in the ghastly dress the World gives him , of Rawbones , Shackles , Chains , Diseases , and Torments ; they know that he is so far from bringing such Company , that he relieves us from ' em . So little is there in what Men make such Pother about , and so much is it an Irony to call it brave to expire calmly , and resolution to go to rest . This is no News to your Lordship , whom Death has so often allur'd with the Glory of Dangers , and with the Beauty of Wounds , I 'll not be so Poetical to say , your Muse hover'd about you , and sav'd you inspight of the many you have receiv'd , but am sure , I may say , she 'll preserve you , when you can receive no more : For Apollo is a Physician ev'n after Death : As to my Verses , all , methinks , on the Dead Queen ought to be address'd to your Lordship ; who , in the Dedication of your own Works , best adorn'd her Living ; if Good for your Entertainment , Bad for your Pardon ; if , when these are thrown aside , an Eye cast upon 'em introduces the mention of so excellent a Princess , where otherwise She had not been spoken off , I have my full end ; nor do I think I come late on a Subject , which all Good Men will Eternally dwell upon ; I am sensible how short I have fall'n of expressing the gracefull concern of some Honourable Personages , whose Names I have presum'd with ; I design'd 'em only an oblique Commendation , and nam'd 'em for the very Reason they walk'd at the Funeral , which was not to showe themselves , but to do Honour to the Queen . But should it prove any way offensive , I hope to shun their , and your Lordship's Resentment by the concealment of my name , and borrow the unknown Knight's device , in Sir Philip Sidney , of the Fish Sepia , which when catch'd in the Net , casts a black Ink about it , and so makes it's escape . This thought , my Lord , checks the fervent Ambition I have long had , of expressing my self , My Lord , Your Lordship 's Most Passionate Admirer And Most Devoted Humble Servant . March 19. 1694 / 5. The Procession . A POEM ON Her MAJESTIES FUNERAL . THE days of Man are doom'd to Pain and Strife , Quiet and Ease are Foreign to our Life ; No satisfaction is , below , sincere Pleasure itself has something that 's severe : But long the fickle wayward British Isle Did with false Mirth and Joy it self beguile ; To wild Excess their Frantick Humours fly , While WILLIAM's flowing Fortunes bouy 'em high : But a chill Damp , and Faintness seize on all , By Dread MARIA's Universal Fall : Their usual Luxury all Orders leave , With Joint-consent to be their Selves , and Grieve . From distant homes the Pitying Nations come , A Mourning World t' attend her to her Tomb : The Poor , Her First and Deepest Mourner's are , First in Her Thoughts , and Earliest in Her care ; All hand in hand with common Friendly Woe , In Poverty , our Native State , they go : Some whom unstable Errors did engage , By Luxury in Youth , to need in Age : Some who had Virgin Vows for Wedlock broke , And where , they help expected , found a Yoke ; Others who labour with the double Weight Of Want , and Mem'ry of a Plenteous State ; There Mothers Walk wh ' have oft despairing stood , Pierc'd with their Infants deafning sobs for Food ; Then to a Dagger ran , with threat'ning Eyes To stab their Bosoms , and to hush their Cries ; But in the thought they stopp'd , their Looks they tore , Threw down the Steel , and Cruelly forbore : The Innocents their Parent 's Love forgive , Smile at their Fate , nor know they are to live : These modest wants had ne'er been understood , But by MARIA's Cunning to be good ; None on their State now cast a Pitying Eye , Hear their Complaints , or will their Want supply ; They move as if they went , ( so deep 's their moan ) Not only to Her Grave , but to their own ; That were relief , but coming Days they mourn , Oppress'd with Life , and fearful to return . With Dread concern , the Awful Senate came , Their Grief , as all their Passions , is the same . The next Assembly dissipates our Fears , The Stately Mourning Throng of British Peers ; There , is each Member skill'd , and able known For ev'ry weighty Purpose of a Throne ; T' adorn , or to defend their Native Isle , Or Jarring Neighbour States to reconcile ; But most from Ormond's Port our Souls we chear , And Hecatombs expect for every Tear : For to the Foe is certain Vengeance sent , When Heroes suffer , and the Brave lament ; To one their every Character may fall , Sommer's , th' implicit Man that speaks 'em all , That comprehensive Man unskill'd in naught , With all the Arts of Learn'd Assemblies fraught ; Ready his Wit , his Language Free and Pure , His Judgment Quick and Sudden , yet mature ; He can their different Powers at once dispense , So justly is he form'd to speak their Sense : But now Dumb Sorrow represents 'em more , Then e'er his Powerful Eloquence before , Though when his Lips with their known Rhet'rick flow , The World 's as silent , as himself is now . Now all are Past , yon' Wondrous Man appears , We yield to Gay Distress and comely Tears : Villars ! a Name design'd by Nature Chief , T' invite to Ioy , or reconcile to Grief . The Gross of Men were to course Uses Born , But Heav'n made them Creation to adorn , With mix'd disturb'd Delight by all is seen , His Moving Manner , and his Speaking meen ; Rage , Pity , and Disdain at once we trace , In the distracted Beauties of his Face ; We measure his each Step , each Motion Scan , The Grief of Woman ! but the Strength of Man ! To such an Heigth his swoln Afflictions grow , H' inspires the Steed he leads with Humane Woe ; The Generous Beast looks back to 's Purple side , And now laments what was before his Pride : No more at Voice of Warring Musick bounds , He feels New Passion as the Trumpet sounds ; Nor knows what Power , his Courage stole away , But heaves into big Sighs when he would Neigh. Here at a stand our weary'd Sorrow seems Rack'd with new Forms , and tortur'd with Extremes ; E'er this sad Triumph past we found relief , Continu'd anguish lost the sense of Grief ; But still the Chariot fainting force supply'd , Anew we all reviv'd , anew we dy'd ; Grief did all bounds ambitiously deny , Swell'd every Breast , and melted every Eye . Lo ! Death himself ! See him Triumphant ride ! Lo ! the Grim Being moves with sullen Pride ; His Jaws are glutted for th' ensuing Year , He 'll shun our Cities , and our Armies spare : The Ladies plac'd on high with looks deject , With down intended looks our Souls direct . Gold , Purple , Tissue , Crowns Enchant the sight , And move our Grief , that us'd to give Delight : There drowsie Gems , their Nature know no more , But gather Darkness now , as Light before ; There all that 's Bright i' th' Widow'd World is seen , Too faint t' express , ev'n the Departed Queen . No Mortal Beauty yet recalls an Eye , The nearest Mourners pass neglected by ; But as the Ladies March , the lengthening row Inspires a more familiar Kindly Woe : Sure that's the Region of departed Loves , Such Gloomy Day enlights th' Elysian Groves ; One Universal Face their Passion wears , But Darby's smother'd Sighs and Gushing Tears , In Her Affliction takes an abject State , Something so humbly Low , yet very Great ; No single Cause so different Grief cou'd send , She Weeps as Subject , Servant , and a Friend : To close the Pomp the Fair Attendant Maids , Appear true Angels dress'd like fancy'd Shades ; Their Grief imparts t' unpitied Lover's ease , Sadly they Charm , and dismally they Please : Their clouded Beauties speak Man's gawdy strife , The glittering Miseries of Humane Life . Who that these passing Obsequies had seen , Wou'd e'er believe this were that very Queen ; That very Queen , whom Heav'n so lately gave A Crown , in the same Place where , now , a Grave ! I see Her yet , Nature and Fortune's Pride , A Scepter Grac'd her Hand , a King her Side , Coelestial Youth and Beauty did impart , Prophetick Vision to the coldest Heart : We saw her Children should succeed her sway , And future Monarchs round her Table Play. Her People's Acclamations rend the Skies , The ecchoing Firmament returns their Cries . She unconcern'd and careless all the while , Rewards their loud applauses with a Smile , With easie Majesty , and Humble State , Smiles at the trifle Power , and knows its date . What being prov'd so furiously enclin'd , For that Sh' each Day assum'd , each Night resign'd ? So short a Period to Her Glories giv'n , The Crime of Fate , and the reproach of Heav'n ! But now the Pomp to th' sacred Abbey's led , The Wide Capacious Palace of the Dead ; The Glaring Lamps disturb their usual Night , They half awaken'd with th' intruding Light. Souls to a Slanber Wake , and move their Clay , They think her Pile , their Resurrection Day . What Hands commit the Beauteous Good and Just , The Dearer Part of WILLIAM to the Dust ? In Her his Vital Heat , his Glory lies , In Her the Monarch liv'd , in Her he Dies . One was their Soul while he secur'd Her rest , War's Hardships : seem'd Luxurious to his Breast : And he Abroad , no Peace repose could yield ; She felt the distant Dangers of the Field . No form of State makes the Great Man forego , The task due to Her Love , and to His Woe ; Since his kind frame can't the large suffering bear , In Pity to his People , he 's not here : For to the mighty loss we now receive , The next Affliction were to see him Grieve . There , MARY , undisturb'd in quiet Sleep , None shall Profane the Urn thy Ashes keep , Till , time 's no more , by all thou shalt be read , And be a Monument to thy Neighbour dead ; For British Bards thy Memory shall save , And snatch thy Eternal Virtue from the Grave . FINIS . A27315 ---- Poems upon several occasions with, A voyage to the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn. Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689. 1684 Approx. 298 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 154 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A27315 Wing B1757 ESTC R15250 11719861 ocm 11719861 48339 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2002-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-12 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2002-12 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Mrs. Behn . POEMS UPON SEVERAL OCCASIONS : WITH A VOYAGE TO THE Island of Love. By Mrs. A. BEHN . LONDON , Printed for R. Tonson and I. Tonson , at Gray's-Inn-Gate next Gray's-Inn Lane , and at the Judges-Head at Chancery Lane end near Fleetstreet . 1684. TO The Right Honourable , JAMES , EARL of SALISBVRY , VISCOUNT CRAMBORN , AND BARON of ISLINGTON . MY LORD , WHO should one celibrate with Verse and Song , but the Great , the Noble and the Brave ? where dedicate an Isle of Love , but to the Gay , the Soft and Young ? and who amongst Men can lay a better claim to these than Your Lordship ? who like the Sun new risen with the early Day , looks round the World and sees nothing it cannot claim an interest in ( for what cannot Wit , Beauty , Wealth and Honour claim ? ) The violent storms of Sedition and Rebellion are hush'd and calm'd ; black Treason is retir'd to its old abode , the dark Abyss of Hell ; the mysterious Riddles of Politick Knaves and Fools , which so long amused and troubled the World's repose , are luckily unfolded ; and Your Lordship is saluted at Your first coming forth , Your first setting out for the glorious and happy Race of Life , by a Nation all glad , gay and smiling ; and you have nothing before you but a ravishing prospect of eternal Ioys , and everlasting inviting Pleasures , and all that Love and Fortune can bestow on their darling Youth , attend You in the noble persuit ; and nothing can prevent Your being the most happy of her Favourites , but a too eager slight , a two swift speed o'er the charming slowry Meads and Plains that lie in view , between Your setting out and the end of Your glorious Chase. A long and illustrious race of Nobility has attended Your great Name , but none I believe ever came into the World with Your Lordship's advantages ; amongst which , my Lord , 't is not the least that You have the glory to be truly Loyal , and to be adorn'd with those excellent Principles , which render Nobility so absolutely worth the Veneration which is paid 'em ; 't is those , my Lord , and not the Title that make it truly great : Grandeur in any other serves but to point 'em out more particularly to the World , and shew their Faults with the greater magnitude , and render 'em more liable to contempt and that Reward which justly persues Ingratitude ; nor is it , my Lord , the many unhappy Examples this Age has produc'd that has deter'd you from herding with the busie Vnfortunates , and bringing Your powerfull aid to their detestable cause , but a noble Honesty in Your Nature , a Genorosity in Your Soul. That even part of Your Education had the good fortune not to be able to corrupt ; no Opinion cou'd byass You , no Precedent debauch You ; though all the fansied Glories of Power were promis'd You , though all the Contempt thrown on good and brave Men , all the subtile Arguments of the old Serpent , were us'd against the best of Kings and his illustrious Successour , still You were unmov'd ; Your young stout Heart with a Gallantry and Force unusual resisted and defied the gilded Bait , laugh'd at the industrious Politicks of the busie Wise , and stubbornly Loyal , contemn'd the Counsels of the Grave . Go on , my Lord , advance in Noble resolution , grow up in strength of Loyalty , settle it about Your Soul , root it there like the first Principles of Religion , which nothing ever throughly defaces , and which in spight of even Reason the Soul retains , whatever little Debaucheries the Tongue may commit ; You that are great , are born the Bulwarks of sacred Majesty , its defence against all the storms of Fate , the Safety of the People in the Supporters of the Throne ; and sure none that ever obey'd the Laws of God and the Dictates of Honour ever paid those Duties to a Sovereign that more truly merited the Defence and Adorations of his People than this of ours ; and t is a blessing ( since we are oblig'd to render it to the worst of Tyrant Kings ) that we have one who so well justifies that intire Love and Submission we ought to pay him . You , my Lord , are one whom Thousands of good Men look up to with wondrous Veneration and Ioy , when 't is said Your Lordship amongst Your other Vertues is Loyal too , a true Tory ! ( a word of Honour now , the Royal Cause has sanctified it , ) and though Your Lordship needs no encouragement to a good that rewards it self , yet I am confident You are not onely rank'd in the esteem of the best of Monarchs , but we shall behold you as one of our Preservers , and all England as one of its great Patrons , when Ages that shall come shall find Your noble Name inroll'd amongst the Friends to Monarchy in an Age of so villainous Corruption : Yes , my Lord , they will find it there and bless You. 'T is this , my Lord , with every other Grace and Noble Vertue that adorns You , and gives the World such promises of Wonders in You , that makes me ambitious to be the first in the Croud of Your Admirers , that shall have the honour to celibrate Your great Name . Be pleased then , my Lord , to accept this Little Piece , which lazy Minutes begot and hard Fate has oblig'd me to bring forth into the censuring World , to which if any thing can reconcile it , 't will be the glory it has to bear Your Noble Name in the front , and to be Patronized by so great and good a Man : Permit but my Zeal for Your Lordship to attone for the rest of my Faults , and Your Lordship will extremely oblige , My Lord , Your Lordship 's most Humble , and most Obedient Servant , A. Behn . TO Mrs. BEHN , ON THE PUBLISHING HER POEMS . Madam , LOng has Wit 's injur'd Empire been opprest By Rhiming Fools , this Nations common Jest , And sunk beneath the weight of heavy stafes , In Tory Ballads and Whig Epitaphs ; The Ogs and Doegs reign'd , nay Baxter's zeal , Has not been wanting too in writing Ill ; Yet still in spight of what the dull can doe , 'T is here asserted and adorn'd by you . This Book come forth , their credit must decay , Ill Spirits vanish at th'approach of day : And justly we before your envy'd feet , There where our Hearts are due our Pens submit ; Ne'er to resume the baffled things again , Unless in Songs of Triumph to thy Name ; Which are outdone by every Verse of thine , Where thy own Fame does with more lustre shine , Than all that we can give who in thy Praises join . Fair as the face of Heaven , when no thick Cloud Or darkning Storm the glorious prospect shroud ; In all its beauteous parts shines thy bright style , And beyond Humane Wit commedns thy skill ; With all the thought and vigour of our Sex The moving softness of your own you mix . The Queen of Beauty and the God of Wars Imbracing lie in thy due temper'd Verse , Venus her sweetness and the force of Mars . Thus thy luxuriant Muse her pleasure takes , As God of old in Eden's blissfull walks ; The Beauties of her new Creation view'd , Full of content She sees that it is good . Come then you inspir'd Swains and join your Verse , Though all in vain to add a Fame to hers ; But then your Song will best Apollo please , When it is fraight with this his Favorite's praise . Declare how when her learned Harp she strung , Our joyfull Island with the Musick rung ; Descending Graces left their Heavenly seat , To take their place in every Line she writ ; Where sweetest Charms as in her Person smile , Her Face's Beauty 's copy'd in her style . Say how as she did her just skill improve In the best Art and in soft Tales of Love. Some well sung Passion with success she crown'd , The melting Virgins languish'd at the sound . And envying Swains durst not the Pipe inspire , They'd nothing then to doe but to admire . Shepherds and Nymphs , to Pan direct your Prayer . If peradventure he your Vows will hear , To make you sing , and make you look like her . But , Nymphs and Swains , your hopes are all in vain ▪ For such bright Eyes , and such a tunefull Pen. How many of her Sex spend half their days , To catch some Fool by managing a Face ? But she secure of charming has confin'd Her wiser care t' adorn and dress the Mind . Beauty may fade , but everlasting Verse Exempts the better portion from the Hearse . The matchless Wit and Fancy of the Fair , Which moves our envy and our sons despair . Long they shall live a monument of her Fame , And to Eternity extend her Name ; While After-times deservedly approve The choicest object of this Ages Love. For when they reade , ghessing how far she charm'd , With that bright Body with such Wit inform'd ; They will give heed and credit to our Verse , When we the Wonders of her Face rehearse . I. Cooper . Buckden , Nov. 25. 1683. To ASTRAEA , on her Poems . 'T IS not enough to reade and to admire , Thy sacred Verse does nobler thoughts inspire , Striking on every breast Poetick fire : The God of Wit attends with chearfull Rays , Warming the dullest Statue into praise . Hail then , delight of Heaven and pride of Earth , Blest by each Muse at thy auspicious birth ; Soft Love and Majesty have fram'd thy Mind , To shew the Beauties of both Sexes join'd : Thy Lines may challenge , like young David's face , A Female Sweetness and a Manly Grace ; Thy tender notions in loose numbers slow , With a strange power to charm where e'er they go : And when in stronger sounds thy voice we hear , At all the skilfull points you arm'd appear . Which way so'er thou dost thy self express , We find thy Beauty out in every dress ; Such work so gently wrought , so strongly fine , Cannot be wrought by hands all Masculine . In vain proud Man weak Woman wou'd controul , No Man can argue now against a Woman's Soul. I. C. To the excellent Madam Behn , on her Poems . 'T Was vain for Man the Laurels to persue , ( E'en from the God of Wit bright Daphne slew ) Man , Whose course compound damps the Muses fire , It does but touch our Earth and soon expire ; While in the softer kind th'Aetherial flame , Spreads and rejoices as from Heaven it came : This Greece in Sappho , in Orinda knew Our Isle ; though they were but low types to you ; But the faint dawn to your illustrious day , To make us patient of your brighter Ray. Oft may we see some wretched story told , In ductile sense spread thin as leaves of Gold. You have ingrost th'inestimable Mine ; Which in well polisht Numbers you refine , While still the solid Mass shines thick in every Line . Yet neither sex do you surpass alone , Both in your Verse are in their glory shown , Both Phoebus and Minerva are your own . While in the softest dress you Wit dispense , With all the Nerves of Reason and of Sense . In mingled Beauties we at once may trace A Female Sweetness and a Manly Grace . No wonder 't is the Delphian God of old Wou'd have his Oracles by Women told . But oh ! who e'er so sweetly could repeat Soft lays of Love , and youths delightfull heat ? If Love's Misfortunes be your mournfull Theme , No dying Swan on fair Cayster's stream , Expires so sweet , though with his numerous Moan , The fading Banks and suffering Mountains groan . If you the gentle Passions wou'd inspire , With what resistless Charms you breathe desire ? No Heart so savage , so relentless none , As can the sweet Captivity disown : Ah , needs must she th' unwary Soul surprise , Whose Pen sheds Flames as dangerous as her Eyes . I. ADAMS . To the Authour , on her Voyage to the Island of Love. TO speak of thee no Muse will I invoke , Thou onely canst inspire what shou'd be spoke ; For all their wealth the Nine have given to thee , Thy rich and slowing stream has left them dry : Cupid may throw away his useless Darts , Thou 'st lent him one will massacre more Hearts Than all his store , thy Pen disarms us so , We yield our selves to the first beauteous Foe ; The easie softness of thy thoughts surprise , And this new way Love steals into our Eyes ; Thy gliding Verse comes on us unawares , No rumbling Metaphors alarm our Ears , And puts us in a posture of defence ; We are undone and never know from whence . So to th' Assyrian Camp the Angel slew , And in the silent Night his Millions slew . Thou leadst us by the Soul amongst thy Loves , And bindst us all in thy inchanting Groves ; Each languishes for thy Aminta's Charms , Sighs for thy fansied Raptures in her Armes , Sees her in all that killing posture laid , When Love and fond Respect guarded the sleeping Maid , Persues her to the very Bower of Bliss , Times all the wrecking joys and thinks 'em his ; In the same Trance with the young pair we lie , And in their amorous Ecstasies we die . You Nymphs , who deaf to Love's soft lays have been , Reade here , and suck the sweet destruction in : Smooth is the stream and clear is every thought , And yet you cannot see with what you 're caught ; Or else so very pleasing is the Bait , With careless heed you play and leap at it : She poisons all the Floud with such an art , That the dear Philter trickles to the Heart , With such bewitching pleasure that each sup Has all the joys of life in every drop . I see the Banks with Love-sick Virgins strow'd , Their Bosoms heav'd with the young fluttering God ; Oh , how they pant and struggle with their pain ! Yet cannot wish their former health again : Within their Breasts thy warmth and spirit glows , And in their Eyes thy streaming softness flows ; Thy Raptures are transfus'd through every vein , And thy blest hour in all their heads does reign ; The Ice that chills the Soul thou dost remove , And meltst it into tenderness and Love ; The flints about their Hearts dance to thy lays , Till the quick motion sets 'em on a Blaze . Orpheus and you the stones do both inspire , But onely you out of those flints strike fire , Not with a sudden Spark , a short liv'd Blaze , Like Womens Passions in our Gilting days ; But what you fire burns with a constant flame , Like what you write , and always is the same . Rise all ye weeping Youth , rise and appear , Whom gloomy Fate has damn'd to black Despair ; Start from the ground and throw your Mourning by , Loves great Sultana says you shall not die : The dismal dark half year is over past , The Sea is op'd , the Sun shines out at last , And Trading's free , the storms are husht as death , Or happy Lovers ravisht out of breath ; And listen to Astraea's Harmony , Such power has elevated Poetry . T. C. To the Lovely Witty Astraea , on her Excellent Poems . OH , wonder of thy Sex ! Where can we see , Beauty and Knowledge join'd except in thee ? Such pains took Nature with your Heav'nly Face , Form'd it for Love , and moulded every Grace ; I doubted first and fear'd that you had been Unfinish'd left like other She 's within : I see the folly of that fear , and find Your Face is not more beauteous than your Mind : Whoe'er beheld you with a Heart unmov'd , That sent not sighs , and said within he lov'd ? I gaz'd and found , a then , unknown delight , Life in your looks , and Death to leave the sight . What joys , new Worlds of joys has he possest , That gain'd the sought-for welcome of your Breast ? Your Wit wou'd recommend the homeliest Face , Your Beauty make the dullest Humour please ; But where they both thus gloriously are join'd , All Men submit , you reign in every Mind . What Passions does your Poetry impart ? It shews th'unfathom'd thing a Woman's Heart , Tells what Love is , his Nature and his Art ▪ Displays the several Scenes of Hopes and Fears , Love's Smiles , his Sighs , his Laughings and his Tears ▪ Each Lover here may reade his different Fate , His Mistress kindness or her scornfull hate . Come all whom the blind God has led astray , Here the bewildred Youth is shew'd his way : Guided by this he may yet love and find Ease in his Heart , and reason in his Mind . Thus sweetly once the charming W — lr strove In Heavenly sounds to gain his hopeless Love : All the World listned but his scornfull Fair , Pride stopt her ears to whom he bent his prayer . Much happier you that can't desire in vain , But what you wish as soon as wish'd obtain . Vpon these and other Excellent Works of the Incomparable Astraea . YE bold Magicians in Philosophy , That vainly think ( next the Almighty three ) The brightest Cherubin in all the Hierarchy Will leave that Glorious Sphere And to your wild inchantments will appear ; To the fond summons of fantastick Charms , As Barbarous and inexplicable Terms : As those the trembling Scorcerer dreads , When he the Magick Circle treads : And as he walks the Mystick rounds , And mutters the detested sounds , The Stygian fiends exalt their wrathfull heads ; And all ye bearded Drudges of the Schools , That sweat in vain to mend predestin'd fools , With senseless Jargon and perplexing Rules ; Behold and with amazement stand , Behold a blush with shame and wonder too , What Divine Nature can in Woman doe . Behold if you can see in all this fertile Land Such an Anointed head , such an inspired hand ▪ II. Rest on in peace , ye blessed Spirits , rest , With Imperial bliss for ever blest : Upon your sacred Urn she scorns to tread , Or rob the Learned Monuments of the dead : Nor need her Muse a foreign aid implore In her own tunefull breast there 's wonderous store . Had she but flourisht in these times of old , When Mortals were amongst the Gods inrolld , She had not now as Woman been Ador'd , But with Diviner sacrifice Implor'd ; Temples and Altars had preserv'd her name And she her self been thought Immortal as her fame . III. Curst be the balefull Tongue that dares abuse The rightfull off-spring of her Godlike Muse : And doubly Curst be he that thinks her Pen Can be instructed by the best of men . The times to come , ( as surely she will live , As many Ages as are past , As long as Learning , Sense , or wit survive , As long as the first principles of Bodies last . ) The future Ages may perhaps believe One soft and tender Arm cou'd ne'er atchieve The wonderous deeds that she has done So hard a prize her Conqu'ring Muse has won . But we that live in the great Prophetesses days Can we enough proclaim her praise , We that experience every hour The blest effects of her Miraculous power ? To the sweet Mcsick of her charming tongue , In numerous Crowds the ravisht hearers throng ▪ And even a Herd of Beasts as wild as they That did the Thracian Lyre obey , Forget their Madness and attend her song . The tunefull Shepherds on the dangerous rocks Forsake their Kinds and leave their bleating Flocks , And throw their tender Reeds away , As soon as e'er her softer Pipe begins to play . No barren subject no unfertile soil Can prove ungratefull to her Muses Toil , Warm'd with the Heavenly influence of her Brain , Upon the dry and sandy plain , On craggy Mountains cover'd o'er with Snow , The blooming Rose and fragrant Jes'min grow : When in her powerfull Poetick hand , She waves the mystick wand , Streight from the hardest Rocks the sweetest numbers slow . IV. Hail bright Vrania ! Erato hail ! Melpomene , Polymnia , Euterpe , hail ! And all ye blessed powers that inspire The Heaven-born Soul with intellectual fire ; Pardon my humble and unhallow'd Muse , If she too great a veneration use , And prostrate at your best lov'd Darling's feet Your holy Fane with sacred honour greet : Her more than Pythian Oracles are so divine , You sure not onely virtually are Within the glorious Shrine , But you your very selves must needs be there . The Delian Prophet did at first ordain , That even the mighty Nine should reign , In distant Empires of different Clime ; And if in her triumphant Throne , She rules those learned Regions alone , The fam'd Pyerides are out-done by her omnipotent Rhime . In proper Cells her large capacious Brain The images of all things does contain , As bright almost as were th'Ideas laid , In the last model e'er the World was made . And though her vast conceptions are so strong , The powerfull eloquence of her charming tongue Does , clear as the resistless beams of day , To our enlightned Souls the noble thoughts convey ; Well chosen , well appointed , every word Does its full force and natural grace afford ; And though in her rich treasury , Confus'd like Elements great Numbers lie , When they their mixture and proportion take , What beauteous forms of every kind they make ! Such was the Language God himself infus'd , And such the style our great Forefather us'd , From one large stock the various sounds he fram'd , And every Species of the vast Creation nam'd . While most of our dull Sex have trod In beaten paths of one continued Road , Her skilfull and well manag'd Muse Does all the art and strength of different paces use : For though sometimes with slackned force , She wisely stops her fleetest course , That slow but strong Majestick pace Shews her the swiftest steed of all the chosen Race . V. Well has she sung the learned Daphnis praise , And crown'd his Temples with immortal Bays ; And all that reade him must indeed confess , Th' effects of such a cause could not be less . For ne'er was ( at the first bold he●t begun ) So hard and swift a Race of glory run , But yet her sweeter Muse did for him more , Than he himself or all Apollo's sons before ; For shou'd th' insatiate lust of time , Root out the memory of his sacred Rhime . The polish'd armour in that single Page Wou'd all the tyranny and rage Of Fire and Sword defie , For Daphnis can't but with Astraea die . And who can dark oblivion fear , That is co-eval with her mighty Works and Her ? Ah learned Chymist , 't is the onely can By her almighty arm , Within the pretious salt collect , The true essential form , And can against the power of death protect Not onely Herbs and Trees , but raise the buried Man. VI. Wretched O Enone's inauspicious fate , That she was born so soon , or her blest Muse so late ! Cou'd the poor Virgin have like her complain'd , She soon her perjur'd Lover had regain'd , In spight of all the fair Seducers tears , In spight of all her Vows and Prayers ; Such tender accents through his Soul had ran , As wou'd have pierc'd the hardest heart of Man. At every Line the fugitive had swore By all the Gods , by all the Powers divine , My dear O Enone , I 'll be ever thine , And ne'er behold the flattering Grecian more . How does it please the learned Roman's Ghost ( The sweetest that th' Elysian Field can boast ) To see his noble thoughts so well exprest , So tenderly in a rough Language drest ; Had she there liv'd , and he her Genius known , So soft , so charming , and so like his own , One of his Works had unattempted been , And Ovid ne'er in mournfull Verse been seen ; Then the great Caesar to the Scythian plain , From Rome's gay Court had banish'd him in vain , Her plenteous Muse had all his wants supplied , And he had flourish'd in exalted pride : No barbarous Getans had deprav'd his tongue , For he had onely listned to her Song , Not as an exile , but proscrib'd by choice , Pleas'd with her Form , and ravish'd with her voice . His last and dearest part of Life , Free from noise and glorious strife , He there had spent within her softer Armes , And soon forgot the Royal Iulia's charmes . VII . Long may she scourge this mad rebellious Age , And stem the torrent of Fanatick rage , That once had almost overwhelm'd the Stage . O'er all the Land the dire contagion spread , And e'en Apollo's Sons apostate fled : But while that spurious race imploy'd their parts In studying strategems and subtile arts , To alienate their Prince's Subjects hearts , Her Loyal Muse still tun'd her loudest strings , To sing the praises of the best of Kings . And , O ye sacred and immortal Gods , From the blest Mansions of your bright aboads , To the first Chaos let us all be hurld , E'er such vile wretches should reform the World , That in all villany so far excell , If they in sulphurous flames must onely dwell , The Cursed Caitiffs hardly merit Hell. Were not those vile Achitophels so lov'd , ( The blind , the senseless and deluded Crowd ) Did they but half his Royal Vertues know , But half the blessings which to him they owe , His long forbearance to provoking times , And God-like mercy to the worst of crimes : Those murmuring Shimei's , even they alone , Cou'd they bestow a greater than his own , Wou'd from a Cottage raise him to a Throne . VIII . See , ye dull Scriblers of this frantick Age , That load the Press , and so o'erwhelm the Stage , That e'en the noblest art that e'er was known , As great as an Egyptian Plague is grown : Behold , ye scrawling Locusts , what ye've done , What a dire judgment is brought down , By your curst Dogrel Rhimes upon the Town ; On Fools and Rebels hangs an equal Fate , And both may now repent too late , For the great Charter of your Wit as well as Trade is gone . Once more the fam'd Astraea's come ; 'T is she pronounc'd the fatal doom , And has restor'd it to the rightfull Heirs , Since Knowledge first in Paradise was theirs . IX . Never was Soul and Body better joyn'd , A Mansion worthy of so blest a Mind ; See but the Shadow of her beauteous face , The pretious minitures of every Grace , There one may still such Charms behold , That as Idolaters of old , The works of their own hands ador'd , And Gods which they themselves had made implor'd ; Iove might again descend below , And , with her Wit and Beauty charm'd , to his own Image bow . But oh , the irrevocable doom of Nature's Laws ! How soon the brightest Scene of Beauty draws ! Alas , what 's all the glittering Pride Of the poor perishing Creatures of a day , With what a violent and impetuous Tide , E'er their flow'd in their glories ebb away ? The Pearl , the Diamond and Saphire must Be blended with the common Pebbles dust , And even Astraea with all her sacred store , Be wreckt on Death's inevitable Shore , Her Face ne'er seen and her dear Voice be heard no more . And wisely therefore e'er it was too late , She has revers'd the sad Decrees of Fate , And in deep Characters of immortal Wit , So large a memorandum's writ , That the blest memory of her deathless Name Shall stand recorded in the Book of Fame ; When Towns inter'd in their own ashes lie , And Chronicles of Empires die , When Monuments like Men want Tombs to tell Where the remains of the vast ruines fell . To the excellent Astraea . WE all can well admire , few well can praise Where so great merit does the Subject raise : To write our Thoughts alike from dulness free , On this hand , as on that from flattery ; He who wou'd handsomly the Medium hit , Must have no little of Astraea's Wit. Let others in the noble Task engage , Call you the Phoenix , wonder of the Age , The Glory of your Sex , the Shame of ours , Crown you with Garlands of Rhetorick Flowers ; For me , alas , I nothing can design , To render your soft Numbers more divine , Than by comparison with these of mine : As beauteous paintings are set off by shades , And some fair Ladies by their dowdy Maids ; Yet after all , forgive me if I name One Fault where , Madam , you are much to blame , To wound with Beauty's fighting on the square , But to o'ercome with Wit too is not fair , 'T is like the poison'd Indian Arrows found , For thus you 're sure to kill where once you wound . I. W. To Madam A. Behn on the publication of her Poems . WHen the sad news was spread , The bright , the fair Orinda's dead , We sigh'd , we mourn'd , we wept , we griev'd , And fondly with our selves conceiv'd , A loss so great could never be retreiv'd . The Ruddy Warriour laid his Truncheon by , Sheath'd his bright sword , and glorious Arms forgot , The sounds of Triumph , braggs of Victory , Rais'd in his Breast no emulative thought ; For pond'ring on the common Lot , Where is , said He the Diff'rence in the Grave , Betwixt the Coward and the Brave ? Since She , alas , whose inspir'd Muse should tell To unborn Ages how the Hero fell , From the Impoverisht Ignorant World is fled , T'inhance the mighty mighty Number of the dead . II. The trembling Lover broke his tuneless Lute , And said be thou for ever mute : Mute as the silent shades of night , Whither Orinda's gone , Thy musicks best instructress and thy musicks song ; She that could make Thy inarticulated strings to speak , In language soft as young desires , In language chaste as Vestal fires ; But she hath ta'n her Everlasting flight : Ah! cruel Death , How short's the date of Learned breath ! No sooner do's the blooming Rose , Drest fresh and gay , In the embroy'dries of her Native May , Her odorous sweets expose , But with thy fatal knife , The fragrant flow'r is crop't from off the stalk of life . III. Come , ye Stoicks , come away , You that boast an Apathy , And view our Golgotha ; See how the mourning Virgins all around , With Tributary Tears bedew the sacred ground ; And tell me tell me where 's the Eye That can be dry , Unless in hopes ( nor are such hopes in vain ) Their universal cry , Should mount the vaulted sky , And of the Gods obtain , A young succeeding Phoenix might arise From Orinda's spicy obsequies . In Heaven the voice was heard , Heaven does the Virgins pray'rs regard ; And none that dwells on high , If once the beauteous Ask , the beauteous can deny . IV. 'T is done , 't is done , th' imperial grant is past , We have our wish at last , And now no more with sorrow be it said , Orinda's dead ; Since in her seat Astraea does Appear , The God of Wit hath chosen her , To bear Orinda's and his Character . The Laurel Chaplet seems to grow On her more gracefull Brow ; And in her hand Look how she waves his sacred Wand : Loves Quiver's tyde In an Azure Mantle by her side , And with more gentle Arts Than he who owns the Aureal darts , At once she wounds , and heals our hearts . V. Hark how the gladded Nymphs rejoyce , And with a gracefull voice , Commend Apollo's Choice . The gladded Nymphs their Guardian Angel greet , And chearfully her name repeat , And chearfully admire and praise , The Loyal musick of her layes ; Whilst they securely sit , Beneath the banners of her wit , And scorn th'ill-manner'd Ignorance of those , Whose Stock 's so poor they cannot raise To their dull Muse one subsidy of praise , Unless they 're dubb'd the Sexes foes , These squibbs of sense themselves expose . Or if with stolen light They shine one night , The next their earth-born Lineage shows , They perish in their slime , And but to name them , wou'd defile Astraea's Rhime VI. But you that would be truely wise , And vertues fair Idea prize ; You that would improve In harmeless Arts of not indecent Love : Arts that Romes fam'd Master never taught , Or in the Shops of fortune's bought . Would you know what Wit doth mean , Pleasant wit yet not obscene , The several garbs that Humours wear , The dull , the brisk , the jealous , the severe ? Wou'd you the pattern see Of spotless and untainted Loyalty , Deck't in every gracefull word That language can afford ; Tropes and Figures , Raptures and Conceits that ly , Disperst in all the pleasant Fields of poesie ? Reade you then Astraea's lines , 'T is in those new discover'd Mines , Those golden Quarries that this Ore is found With which in Worlds as yet unknown Astraea shall be crown'd . VII . And you th' Advent'rous sons of fame , You that would sleep in honours bed With glorious Trophies garnished ; You that with living labours strive Your dying Ashes to survive ; Pay your Tributes to Astraea's name Her Works can spare you immortality , For sure her Works shall never dye . Pyramids must fall and Mausolean Monuments decay , Marble Tombs shall crumble into dust , Noisie Wonders of a short liv'd day , That must in time yield up their Trust ; And had e'er this been perisht quite i th' ruines of Eternal night , Had no kind Pen like her's , In powerfull numbers powerfull verse , Too potent for the gripes of Avaritious fate , To these our ages lost declar'd their pristine State. VIII . But time it self , bright Nymph , shall never Conquer thee , For when the Globe of vast Eternity ; Turns up the wrong-side of the World , And all things are to their first Chaos hurl'd , Thy lasting praise in thy own lines inroll'd , With Roman and with the British Names shall Equal honour hold . And surely none ' midst the Poetick Quire , But justly will admire The Trophies of thy wit , Sublime and gay as e'er were yet In Charming Numbers writ . Or Virgil's Shade or Ovid's Ghost , Of Ages past the pride and boast ; Or Cowley ( first of ours ) refuse That thou shouldst be Companion of their Muse. And if 't were lawfull to suppose ( As where 's the Crime or Incongruity ) Those awfull Souls concern'd can be At any sublunary thing , Alas , I fear they 'll grieve to see , That whilst I sing , And strive to praise , I but disparage thee . By F. N. W. To Madam Behn , on her Poems . WHEN th' Almighty Powers th' Universe had fram'd , And Man as King , the lesser World was nam'd , The Glorious Consult soon his joys did bless , And sent him Woman his chief happiness . She by an after-birth Heaven did refine , And gave her Beauty with a Soul divine ; She with delight was Natures chiefest pride , Dearer to Man than all the World beside ; Her soft embraces charm'd his Manly Soul , And softer Words his Roughness did controul : So thou , great Sappho , with thy charming Verse , Dost here the Soul of Poetry rehearse ; From your sweet Lips such pleasant Raptures fell , As if the Graces strove which shou'd excell . Th' admiring World when first your Lute you strung , Became all ravisht with th' immortal Song ; So soft and gracefull Love in you is seen , As if the Muses had design'd you Queen . For thee , thou great Britannia of our Land , How does thy Praise our tunefull Feet command ? With what great influence do thy Verses move ? How hast thou shewn the various sense of Love ? Admir'd by us , and blest by all above . To you all tribute's due , and I can raise No glory but by speaking in your praise . Go on and bless us dayly with your Pen , And we shall oft return thee thanks again . H. Watson . POEMS UPON Several OCCASIONS . The Golden Age. A Paraphrase on a Translation out of French. I. BLest Age ! when ev'ry Purling Stream Ran undisturb'd and clear , When no scorn'd Shepherds on your Banks were seen , Tortur'd by Love , by Jealousie , or Fear ; When an Eternal Spring drest ev'ry Bough , And Blossoms fell , by new ones dispossest ; These their kind Shade affording all below , And those a Bed where all below might rest . The Groves appear'd all drest with Wreaths of Flowers , And from their Leaves dropt Aromatick Showers , Whose fragrant Heads in Mystick Twines above , Exchang'd their Sweets , and mix'd with thousand Kisses , As if the willing Branches strove To beautifie and shade the Grove Where the young wanton Gods of Love Offer their Noblest Sacrifice of Blisses . II. Calm was the Air , no Winds blew fierce and loud , The Skie was dark'ned with no sullen Cloud ; But all the Heav'ns laugh'd with continued Light , And scatter'd round their Rays serenely bright . No other Murmurs fill'd the Ear But what the Streams and Rivers purl'd , When Silver Waves o'er Shining Pebbles curl'd ; Or when young Zephirs fan'd the Gentle Breez , Gath'ring fresh Sweets from Balmy Flow'rs and Trees , Then bore 'em on their Wings to perfume all the Air : While to their soft and tender Play , The Gray-Plum'd Natives of the Shades Unwearied sing till Love invades , Then Bill , then sing agen , while Love and Musick makes the Day . III. The stubborn Plough had then , Made no rude Rapes upon the Virgin Earth ; Who yeilded of her own accord her plentious Birth , Without the Aids of men ; As if within her Teeming Womb , All Nature , and all Sexes lay , Whence new Creations every day Into the happy World did come : The Roses fill'd with Morning Dew , Bent down their loaded heads , T' Adorn the careless Shepherds Grassy Beds While still young opening Buds each moment grew And as those withered , drest his shaded Couch a new ; Beneath who 's boughs the Snakes securely dwelt , Not doing harm , nor harm from others felt ; With whom the Nymphs did Innocently play , No spightful Venom in the wantons lay ; But to the touch were Soft , and to the sight were Gay . IV. Then no rough sound of Wars Alarms , Had taught the World the needless use of Arms : Monarchs were uncreated then , Those Arbitrary Rulers over men ; Kings that made Laws , first broke 'em , and the Gods By teaching us Religion first , first set the World at Odds : Till then Ambition was not known , That Poyson to Content , Bane to Repose ; Each Swain was Lord o'er his own will alone , His Innocence Religion was , and Laws . Nor needed any troublesome defence Against his Neighbours Insolence . Flocks , Herds , and every necessary good Which bounteous Nature had design'd for Food , Whose kind increase o'er spread the Meads and Plaines , Was then a common Sacrifice to all th' agreeing Swaines . V. Right and Property were words since made , When Power taught Mankind to invade : When Pride and Avarice became a Trade ; Carri'd on by discord , noise and wars , For which they barter'd wounds and scarrs ; And to Inhaunce the Merchandize , miscall'd it ' Fame , And Rapes , Invasions , Tyrannies , Was gaining of a Glorious Name : Stiling their salvage slaughters , Victories ; Honour , the Error and the Cheat Of the Ill-natur'd Bus'ey Great , Nonsence , invented by the Proud , Fond Idol of the slavish Crowd , Thou wert not known in those blest days Thy Poyson was not mixt with our unbounded Joyes ; Then it was glory to pursue delight , And that was lawful all , that Pleasure did invite , Then 't was the Amorous world injoy'd its Reign ; And Tyrant Honour strove t' usurp in Vain . VI. The flowry Meads the Rivers and the Groves , Were fill'd with little Cay-wing'd Loves : That ever smil'd and danc'd and Play'd , And now the woods , and now the streames invade , And where they came all things were gay and glad : When in the Myrtle Groves the Lovers sat Opprest with a too fervent heat ; A Thousand Cupids fann'd their wings aloft , And through the Boughs the yielded Ayre would wast : Whose parting Leaves discovered all below , And every God his own soft power admir'd , And smil'd and sann'd , and sometimes bent his Bow ; Where e'er he saw a Shepherd uninspir'd . The Nymphs were free , no nice , no coy disdain , Deny'd their Joyes , or gave the Lover pain ; The yielding Maid but kind Resistance makes ; Trembling and blushing are not marks of shame , But the Effect of kindling Flame : Which from the sighing burning Swain she takes , VVhile she with tears all soft , and down-cast-eyes , Permits the Charming Conqueror to win the prize . VII . The Lovers thus , thus uncontroul'd did meet , Thus all their Joyes and Vows of Love repeat : Joyes which were everlasting , ever new And every Vow inviolably true : Not kept in fear of Gods , no fond Religious cause , Nor in Obedience to the duller Laws . Those Fopperies of the Gown were then not known , Those vain those Politick Curbs to keep man in , VVho by a fond mistake Created that a Sin ; VVhich freeborn we , by right of Nature claim our own . Who but the Learned and dull moral Fool Could gravely have forseen , man ought to live by Rule ? VIII . Oh cursed Honour ! thou who first didst damn , A VVoman to the Sin of shame ; Honour ! that rob'st us of our Gust , Honour ! that hindred mankind first , At Loves Eternal Spring to squench his amorous thirst . Honour ! who first taught lovely Eyes the art , To wound , and not to cure the heart : VVith Love to invite , but to forbid with Awe , And to themselves prescribe a Cruel Law ; To Veil 'em from the Lookers on , When they are sure the slave 's undone , And all the Charmingst part of Beauty hid ; Soft Looks , consenting Wishes , all deny'd . It gathers up the flowing Hair , That loosely plaid with wanton Air. The Envious Net , and stinted order hold , The lovely Curls of Jet and shining Gold , No more neglected on the Shoulders hurl'd : Now drest to Tempt , not gratify the VVorld , Thou Miser Honour hord'st the sacred store , And starv'st thy self to keep thy Votaries poor . IX . Honour ! that put'st our words that should be free Into a set Formality . Thou base Debaucher of the generous heart , That teachest all our Looks and Actions Art ; What Love design'd a sacred Gift , What Nature made to be possest , Mistaken Honour , made a Theft , For Glorious Love should be confest : For when confin'd , all the poor Lover gains , Is broken Sighs , pale Looks , Complaints , & Pains . Thou Foe to Pleasure , Nature's worst Disease , Thou Tyrant over mighty Kings , What mak'st thou here in Shepheards Cottages ; Why troublest thou , the quiet Shades & Springs Be gone , and make thy Fam'd resort To Princes Pallaces ; Go Deal and Chaffer in the Trading Court , That busie Market for Phantastick Things ; Be gone and interrupt the short Retreat , Of the Illustrious and the Great ; Go break the Polititians sleep , Disturb the Gay Ambitious Fool , That longs for Scepters , Crowns , and Rule , Which not his Title , nor his Wit can keep ; But let the humble honest Swain go on , In the blest Paths of the first rate of man ; That nearest were to Gods Alli'd , And form'd for love alone , disdain'd all other Pride X. Be gone ! and let the Golden age again , Assume its Glorious Reign ; Let the young wishing Maid confess , What all your Arts would keep conceal'd : The Mystery will be reveal'd , And she in vain denies , whilst we can guess , She only shows the Jilt to teach man how , To turn the false Artillery on the Cunning Foe . Thou empty Vision hence , be gone , And let the peaceful Swain love on ; The swift pac'd hours of life soon steal away : Stint not yee Gods his short liv'd Joy. The Spring decays , but when the Winter 's gone , The Trees and Flowers a new comes on The Sun may set , but when the night is fled , And gloomy darkness does retire , He rises from his Watry Bed : All Glorious , Gay , all drest in Amorous Fire . But Sylvia when your Beauties fade , VVhen the fresh Roses on your Cheeks shall die , Like Flowers that wither in the Shade , Eternally they will forgotten lye , And no kind Spring their sweetness will supply . VVhen Snow shall on those lovely Tresses lye And your fair Eyes no more shall give us pain , But shoot their pointless Darts in vain . VVhat will your duller honour signifie ? Go boast it then ! and see what numerous Store Of Lovers , will your Ruin'd Shrine Adore . Then let us Sylvia yet be wise , And the Gay hasty minutes prize : The Sun and Spring receive but our short Light , Once sett , a sleep brings an Eternal Night . A Farewel to Celladon , On his Going into Ireland . Pindarique . FArewell the Great , the Brave and Good , By all admir'd and understood ; For all thy vertues so extensive are , VVrit in so noble and so plain a Character , That they instruct humanity what to do , How to reward and imitate 'em too , The mighty Cesar found and knew , The Value of a Swain so true : And early call'd the Industrious Youth from Grooves VVhere unambitiously he lay , And knew no greater Joyces , nor Power then Loves ; VVhich all the day The careless and delighted Celladon Improves ; So the first man in Paradice was laid , So blest beneath his own dear fragrant shade , Till false Ambition made him range , So the Almighty call'd him forth , And though for Empire he did Eden change ; Less Charming 't was , and far less worth . II. Yet he obeyes and leaves the peaceful Plains , The weeping Nymphs , and sighing Swains , Obeys the mighty voice of Iove . The Dictates of his Loyalty pursues , Bus'ness Debauches all his hours of Love ; Bus'ness , whose hurry , noise and news Even Natures self subdues ; Changes her best and first simplicity , Her soft , her easie quietude Into mean Arts of cunning Policy , The Grave and Drudging Coxcomb to Delude Say , mighty Celladon , oh tell me why , Thou dost thy nobler thoughts imploy In bus'ness , which alone was made To teach the restless Statesman how to Trade In dark Cabals for Mischief and Design , But n'ere was meant a Curse to Souls like thine . Business the Check to Mirth and VVit , Business the Rival of the Fair , The Bane to Friendship , and the Lucky Hit , Onely to those that languish in Dispair ; Leave then that wretched troublesome Estate To him to whom forgetful Heaven , Has no one other vertue given , But dropt down the unfortunate , To Toyl , be Dull , and to be Great . III. But thou whose nobler Soul was fram'd , For Glorious and Luxurious Ease , By Wit adorn'd , by Love inflam'd ; For every Grace , and Beauty Fam'd , Form'd for delight , design'd to please , Give Give a look to every Joy , That youth and lavish Fortune can invent , Nor let Ambition , that false God , destroy Both Heaven and Natures first intent . But oh in vain is all I say , And you alas must go , The Mighty Caesar to obey , And none so fit as you . From all the Envying Croud he calls you forth , He knows your Loyalty , and knows your worth ; He 's try'd it oft , and put it to the Test , It grew in Zeal even whilst it was opprest , The great , the Godlike Celladon , Unlike the base Examples of the times , Cou'd never be Corrupted , never won , To stain his honest blood with Rebel Crimes . Fearless unmov'd he stood amidst the tainted Crowd , And justify'd and own'd his Loyalty aloud . IV. Hybernia hail ! Hail happy Isle , Be glad , and let all Nature smile . Ye Meads and Plains send forth your Gayest Flowers ; Ye Groves and every Purling Spring , VVhere Lovers sigh , and Birds do sing , Be glad and gay , for Celladon is yours ; He comes , he comes to grace your Plains . To Charm the Nymphs , and bless the Swains , Ecchoes repeat his Glorious Name To all the Neighbouring Woods and Hills ; Ye Feather'd Quire chant forth his Fame , Ye Fountains , Brooks , and Wan'dring Rills , That through the Meadows in Meanders run , Tell all your Flowry Brinks , the generous Swain is come . VI. Divert him all ye pretty Solitudes , And give his Life some softning Interludes : That when his weari'd mind would be , From Noise and Rigid Bus'ness free ; He may upon your Mossey Beds lye down , Where all is Gloomy , all is Shade , With some dear Shee , whom Nature made , To be possest by him alone ; Where the soft tale of Love She breathes , Mixt with the rushing of the wind-blown leaves , The different Notes of Cheerful Birds , And distant Bleating of the Herds : Is Musick far more ravishing and sweet , Then all the Artful Sounds that please the noisey Great . VII . Mix thus your Toiles of Life with Joyes , And for the publick good , prolong your days : Instruct the VVorld , the great Example prove , Of Honour , Friendship , Loyalty , and Love. And when your busier hours are done , And you with Damon sit alone ; Damon the honest , brave and young ; VVhom we must Celebrate where you are sung . For you ( by Sacred Friendship ty'd , ) Nor Love nor Fate can nere divide ; VVhen your agreeing thoughts shall backward run , Surveying all the Conquests you have won , The Swaines you 'ave left , the sighing Maids undone ; Try if you can a fatal prospect take , Think if you can a soft Idea make : Of what we are , now you are gone , Of what we feel for Celladon . VIII . 'T is Celladon the witty and the gay , That blest the Night , and cheer'd the world all Day : 'T is Celladon , to whom our Vows belong , And Celladon the Subject of our Song . For whom the Nymphs would dress , the Swains rejoice , The praise of these , of those the choice ; And if our Joyes were rais'd to this Excess , Our Pleasures by thy presence made so great : Some pittying God help thee to guess , ( What Fancy cannot well Express . ) Our Languishments by thy Retreat , Pitty our Swaines , pitty our Virgins more , And let that pitty haste thee to our shore ; And whilst on happy distant Coasts you are , Afford us all your sighs , and Cesar all your care . On a Juniper-Tree , cut down to make Busks . WHilst happy I Triumphant stood , The Pride and Glory of the Wood ; My Aromatick Boughs and Fruit , Did with all other Trees dispute . Had right by Nature to excel , In pleasing both the tast and smell : But to the touch I must confess , Bore an Ungrateful Sullenness . My Wealth , like bashful Virgins , I Yielded with some Reluctancy ; For which my vallue should be more , Not giving easily my store . My verdant Branches all the year Did an Eternal Beauty wear ; Did ever young and gay appear . Nor needed any tribute pay , For bounties from the God of Day : Nor do I hold Supremacy , ( In all the Wood ) o'er every Tree . But even those too of my own Race , That grow not in this happy place . But that in which I glory most , And do my self with Reason boast , Beneath my shade the other day , Young Philocles and Cloris lay , Upon my Root she lean'd her head , And where I grew , he made their Bed : Whilst I the Canopy more largely spread . Their trembling Limbs did gently press , The kind supporting yielding Grass : Ne'er half so blest as now , to bear A Swain so Young , a Nimph so fair : My Grateful Shade I kindly lent , And every aiding Bough I bent . So low , as sometimes had the blisse , To rob the Shepherd of a kiss , Whilst he in Pleasures far above The Sence of that degree of Love : Permitted every stealth I made , Unjealous of his Rival Shade . I saw 'em kindle to desire , VVhilst with soft sighs they blew the fire : Saw the approaches of their joy , He growing more fierce , and she less Coy , Saw how they mingled melting Rays , Exchanging Love a thousand ways . Kind was the force on every side , Her new desire she could not hide : Nor wou'd the Shepherd be deny'd . Impatient he waits no consent But what she gave by Languishment , The blessed Minute he pursu'd ; While Love and Shame her Soul Subdu'd . And now transported in his Arms , Yeilds to the Conqueror all her Charmes , His panting Breast , to hers now join'd , They feast on Raptures unconfin'd ; Vast and Luxuriant , such as prove The Immortality of Love. For who but a Divinitie , Could mingle Souls to that Degree ? Now like the Phenix , both Expire , While from the Ashes of their fire , Sprung up a new , and soft desire . Like Charmers , thrice they did invoke , The God! and thrice new vigor took . Nor had the Mysterie ended there , But Cloris reassum'd her fear , And chid the Swain , for having prest , What she alas cou'd not resist : Whilst he in whom Loves sacred flame , Before and after was the same , Fondly implor'd she wou'd forget A fault , which he wou'd yet repeat . From Active Joyes with some they hast , To a Reflexion on the past ; A thousand times my Covert bless , That did secure their Happiness : Their Gratitude to every Tree They pay , but most to happy me ; The Shepherdess my Bark carest , Whilst he my Root , Love's Pillow , kist ; And did with sighs , their Fate deplore , Since I must shelter them no more ; And if before my Joyes were such , In having heard , and seen too much , My Grief must be as great and high , When all abandon'd I shall be , Doom'd to a silent Destinie . No more the Charming strife to hear , The Shepherds Vows , the Virgins fear : No more a joyful looker on , Whilst Loves soft Battel 's lost and won . With grief I bow'd my murmering Head , And all my Christal Dew I shed . Which did in Cloris Pity move , ( Cloris whose Soul is made of Love ; ) She cut me down , and did translate , My being to a happier state . No Martyr for Religion di'd With half the Unconsidering Pride ; My top was on that Altar laid , Where Love his softest Offerings paid : And was as fragrant Incense burn'd , My body into Busks was turn'd : Where I still guard the Sacred Store , And of Loves Temple keep the Door . On the Death of Mr. Grinhil , the Famous Painter . I. WHat doleful crys are these that fright my sence , Sad as the Groans of dying Innocence ? The killing Accents now more near Aproach , And the Infectious Sound , Spreads and Inlarges all around ; And does all Hearts with Grief and Wonder touch . The famous Grinhil dead ! even he , That cou'd to us give Immortalitie ; Is to the Eternal silent Groves withdrawn , Those sullen Groves of Everlasting Dawn ; Youthful as Flowers , scarce blown , whose opening Leaves , A wond'rous and a fragrant Prospect gives , Of what it's Elder Beauties wou'd display , When they should flourish up to ripning May. Witty as Poets , warm'd with Love and Wine , Yet still spar'd Heaven and his Friend , For both to him were Sacred and Divine : Nor could he this no more then that offend . Fixt as a Martyr where he friendship paid , And Generous as a God , Distributing his Bounties all abroad ; And soft and gentle as a Love-sick Maid . II. Great Master of the Noblest Mysterie , That ever happy Knowledge did inspire ; Sacred as that of Poetry , And which the wond'ring World does equally admire . Great Natures work we do contemn , When on his Glorious Births we meditate : The Face and Eies , more Darts receiv'd from him , Then all the Charms she can create . The Difference is , his Beauties do beget In the inamour'd Soul a Vertuous Heat : While Natures Grosser Pieces move , In the course road of Common Love : So bold , yet soft , his touches were ; So round each part 's so sweet and fair . That as his Pencil mov'd men thought it prest , The Lively imitating rising Breast , Which yield like Clouds , where little Angels rest : The Limbs all easy as his Temper was ; Strong as his Mind , and manly too ; Large as his Soul his fancy was , and new : And from himself he copyed every Grace , For he had all that cou'd adorn a Face , All that cou'd either Sex subdue . III. Each Excellence he had that Youth has in its Pride , And all Experienc'd Age cou'd teach , At once the vigorous fire of this , And every vertue which that cou'd Express . In all the heights that both could reach ; And yet alas , in this Perfection di'd . Dropt like a Blossom with a Northern blast , ( When all the scatter'd Leaves abroad are cast ; ) As quick as if his fate had been in hast : So have I seen an unfit Star , Out-shine the rest of all the Numerous Train , As bright as that which Guides the Marriner , Dart swiftly from its darken'd Sphere : And nere shall light the World again . IV. Ah why shou'd so much knowledge die ! Or with his last kind breath , Why cou'd he not to some one friend bequeath The Mighty Legacie ! But 't was a knowledge given to him alone , That his eternis'd Name might be Admir'd to all Posteritie , By all to whom his grateful Name was known . Come all ye softer Beauties , come ; Bring Wreaths of Flowers to deck his tomb ; Mixt with the dismal Cypress and the Yew , For he still gave your Charmes their due : And from the injuries of Age and Time , Preserv'd the sweetness of your Prime : And best knew how t' adore that Sweetness too ; Bring all your Mournful Tributes here , And let your Eyes a silent sorrow wear , Till every Virgin for a while become ; Sad as his Fate , and like his Picture 's Dumb. A Ballad on Mr. J. H. to Amoret , asking why I was so sad . MY Amoret , since you must know , The Grief you say my Eyes do show : Survey my Heart , where you shall find , More Love then for your self confin'd . And though you chide , you 'l Pity too , A Passion which even Rivals you . Amyntas on a Holy-day As fine as any Lord of May , Amongst the Nimphs , and jolly Swaines , That feed their Flocks upon the Plaines : Met in a Grove beneath whose shade , A Match of Dancing they had made . His Cassock was of Green , as trim As Grass upon a River brim ; Untoucht or sullied with a spot , Unprest by either Lamb or Goat : And with the Air it loosely play'd , With every motion that he made . His Sleeves a-many Ribbons ties , Where one might read Love-Mysteries : As if that way he wou'd impart , To all , the Sentiments of his Heart , Whose Passions by those Colours known , He with a Charming Pride wou'd own . His Bonnet with the same was Ti'd , A Silver Scrip hung by his Side : His Buskins garnisht A-la-mode , Were grac'd by every step he Trod ; Like Pan a Majesty he took , And like Apollo when he spoke . His Hook a Wreath of Flowers did Braid , The Present of some Love-sick Maid . Who all the morning had bestow'd , And to her Fancy now compos'd : Which fresher seem'd when near that place , To whom the Giver Captive was . His Eyes their best Attracts put on , Designing some should be undone ; For he could at his pleasure move , The Nymphs he lik'd to fall in Love : Yet so he order'd every Glance , That still they seem'd but Wounds of Chance . He well cou'd feign an Innocence , And taught his Silence Eloquence ; Each Smile he us'd , had got the force , To Conquer more than soft Discourse : Which when it serv'd his Ends he 'd use , And subtilly thro' a heart infuse . His Wit was such it cou'd controul The Resolutions of a Soul ; That a Religious Vow had made , By Love it nere wou'd be betra'd : For when he spoke he well cou'd prove Their Errors who dispute with Love. With all these Charms he did Address Himself to every Shepherdess : Until the Bag-pipes which did play , Began the Bus'ness of the day ; And in the taking forth to Dance , The Lovely Swain became my Chance . To whom much Passion he did Vow , And much his Eyes and Sighs did show ; And both imploy'd with so much Art , I strove in vain to guard my Heart ; And ere the Night our Revels crost , I was intirely won and lost . Let me advise thee , Amoret , Fly from the Baits that he has set In every grace ; which will betray All Beauties that but look that way : But thou hast Charms that will secure A Captive in this Conquerour . Our Cabal . COme , my fair Cloris , come away , Hast thou forgot 't is Holyday ? And lovely Silvia too make haste , The Sun is up , the day does waste : Do'st thou not hear the Musick loud , Mix'd with the murmur of the Crowd ? How can thy active Feet be still , And hear the Bagpipes chearful Trill ? Mr. V. U. Vrania's drest as fine and gay , As if she meant t' out-shine the day ; Or certain that no Victories Were to be gain'd but by her Eyes ; Her Garment's white , her Garniture The springing Beauties of the Year , Which are in such nice Order plac'd , That Nature is by Art disgrac'd : Her natural Curling Ebon Hair , Does loosly wanton in the Air. Mr. G. V. With her the young Alexis came , Whose Eyes dare only speak his Flame : Charming he is , as fair can be , Charming without Effeminacy ; Only his Eyes are languishing , Caus'd by the Pain he feels within ; Yet thou wilt say that Languishment Is a peculiar Ornament . Deck'd up he is with Pride and Care , All Rich and Gay , to please his Fair : The price of Flocks h' has made a Prey To th' Usual Vanity of this day . My dear Brother J. C. After them Damon Piping came , Who laughs at Cupid and his Flame ; Swears , if the Boy should him approach , He 'd burn his Wings with his own Torch : But he 's too young for Love t' invade , Though for him languish many a Maid . His lovely Ayr , his chearful Face , Adorn'd with many a Youthful Grace , Beget more Sighs then if with Arts He should design to conquer Hearts : The Swains as well as Nymphs submit To 's Charms of Beauty and of VVit. He 'll sing , he 'll dance , he 'll pipe and play , And wanton out a Summers day ; And wheresoever Damon be , He 's still the Soul o' th' Companie . My dear Amoret , Mris. B. Next Amoret , the true Delight Of all that do approach her sight : The Sun in all its Course ne'er met Ought Fair or Sweet like Amoret . Alone she came , her Eyes declin'd , In which you 'l read her troubled Mind ; Yes , Silvia , for she 'l not deny She loves , as well as thou and I. 'T is Philocles , that Proud Ingrate , That pays her Passion back with Hate ; VVhilst she does all but him despise , And clouds the lustre of her Eyes : But once to her he did address , And dying Passion too express ; But soon the Amorous Heat was laid , He soon forgot the Vows he 'd made ; VVhilst she in every Silent Grove , Bewails her easie Faith and Love. Numbers of Swains do her adore , But she has vow'd to love no more . Mr. J. B. Next Jolly Thirsis came along , VVith many Beauties in a Throng . Mr. Je. B. VVith whom the young Amyntas came , The Author of my Sighs and Flame : For I 'll confess that Truth to you , VVhich every Look of mine can show . Ah how unlike the rest he appears ! VVith Majesty above his years ! His Eyes so much of Sweetness dress , Such Wit , such Vigour too express ; That 't wou'd a wonder be to say , I 've seen the Youth , and brought my Heart away . Ah Cloris ! Thou that never wert In danger yet to lose a Heart , Guard it severely now , for he Will startle all thy Constancy : For if by chance thou do'st escape Unwounded by his Lovely Shape , Tempt not thy Ruine , lest his Eyes Joyn with his Tongue to win the Prize : Such Softness in his Language dwells , And Tales of Love so well he tells , Should'st thou attend their Harmony , thou 'dst be Undone , as well as I ; For sure no Nymph was ever free , That could Amyntas hear and see . Mr. N. R. V. With him the lovely Philocless , His Beauty heightned by his Dress , If any thing can add a Grace To such a Shape , and such a Face , Whose Natural Ornaments impart Enough without the help of Art. His Shoulders cover'd with a Hair , The Sun-Beams are not half so fair ; Of which the Virgins Bracelets make , And wear for Philocless's sake : His Beauty such , that one would swear His Face did never take the Air. On 's Cheeks the blushing Roses show , The rest like whitest Daisies grow : His Lips , no Berries of the Field , Nor Cherries , such a Red do yield . His Eyes all Love , Soft'ning Smile ; And when he speaks , he sighs the while : His Bashful Grace , with Blushes too , Gains more then Confidence can do . With all these Charms he does invade The Heart , which when he has betray'd , He slights the Trophies he has won , And weeps for those he has Undone ; As if he never did intend His Charms for so severe an End. And all poor Amoret can Gain , Is pitty from the Lovely Swain ▪ And if Inconstancy can seem Agreeable , 't is so in him . And when he meets Reproach for it , He does excuse it with his Wit. Mr. E. B. and Mrs. F M. Next hand in hand the smilling Pair , Martillo , and the Lovely Fair : A Bright-Ey'd Phillis , who they say , Ne'er knew what Love was till to day : Long has the Gen'rous Youth in vain Implor'd some Pity for his Pain . Early abroad he would be seen , To wait her coming on the Green , To be the first that t' her should pay The Tribute of the New-born Day ; Presents her Bracelets with their Names , And Hooks carv'd out with Hearts and Flames . And when a stragling Lamb he saw , And she not by to give it Law , The pretty Fugitive he 'd deck With Wreaths of Flowers around its Neck ; And gave her ev'ry mark of Love , Before he could her Pity move . But now the Youth no more appears Clouded with Jealousies and Fears : Nor yet dares Phillis softer Brow Wear Unconcern , or Coldness now ; But makes him just and kind Returns ; And as He does , so now She burns . Mr. J. H. Next Lysidas , that haughty Swain , With many Beauties in a Train , All sighing for the Swain , whilst he Barely returns Civility . Yet once to each much Love he Vowd , And strange Fantastique Passion show'd . Poor Doris , and Lucinda too , And many more whom thou dost know , Who had not power his Charms to shun , Too late do find themselves Undone . His Eyes are Black , and do transcend All Fancy e'er can comprehend And yet no Softness in 'em move , They kill with Fierceness , not with Love : Yet he can dress 'em when he list , With Sweetness none can e'er resist . His Tongue no Amorous Parley makes , But with his Looks alone he speaks . And though he languish yet he 'l hide , That grateful knowledge with his Pride ; And thinks his Liberty is lost , Not in the Conquest , but the Boast . Nor will but Love enough impart , To gain and to secure a heart : Of which no sooner he is sure , And that its Wounds are past all Cure. But for New Victories he prepares , And leaves the Old to its Despairs : Success his Boldness does renew , And Boldness helps him Conquer too ▪ He having gain'd more hearts then all , Th' rest of the Pastoral Cabal . Mr. Ed. Bed. With him Philander , who nere paid A Sigh or Tear to any Maid : So innocent and young he is , He cannot guess what Passion is . But all the Love he ever knew , On Lycidas he does bestow : Who pays his Tenderness again , Too Amorous for a Swain to a Swain . A softer Youth was never seen , His Beauty Maid ; but Man , his Mein : And much more gay than all the rest ; And but Alexis finest Dress'd . His Eyes towards Lycidas still turn , As sympathising Flowers to the Sun : Whilst Lycidas whose Eyes dispense No less a grateful Influence , Improves his Beauty , which still fresher grows : Who would not under two such Suns as those ? Cloris you sigh , what Amorous grown ? Pan grant you keep your heart at home : For I have often heard you Vow , If any cou'd your heart subdue , Though Lycidas you nere had seen , It must be him , or one like him : Alas I cannot yet forget , How we have with Amyntas sat Beneath the Boughs for Summer made , Our heated Flocks and Us to shade : Where thou wou'dst wond'rous Stories tell , Of this Agreeable Infidel . By what Devices , Charms and Arts , He us'd to gain and keep his Hearts : And whilst his Falsehood we wou'd Blame , Thou woud'st commend and praise the same . And did no greater pleasure take , Then when of Lycidas we spake ; By this and many Sighs we know , Thou' rt sensible of Loving too . Come Cloris , come along with us , And try thy power with Lycidas ; See if that Vertue which you prize , Be proof against those Conquering Eyes . That Heart that can no Love admit , Will hardly stand his shock of VVit ; Come deck thee then in all that 's fine , Perhaps the Conquest may be thine ; They all attend , let 's hast to do , What Love and Musick calls us to . SONG . The Willing Mistriss . AMyntas led me to a Grove , Where all the Trees did shade us ; The Sun it self , though it had Strove , It could not have betray'd us : The place secur'd from humane Eyes , No other fear allows , But when the Winds that gently rise , Doe Kiss the yeilding Boughs . Down there we satt upon the Moss , And did begin to play A Thousand Amorous Tricks , to pass The heat of all the day . A many Kisses he did give : And I return'd the same Which made me willing to receive That which I dare not name . His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd To tell their softning Tale ; On her that was already fir'd , 'T was Easy to prevaile . He did but Kiss and Clasp me round , Whilst those his thoughts Exprest : And lay'd me gently on the Ground ; Ah who can guess the rest ? SONG . Love Arm'd . LOve in Fantastique Triumph satt , Whilst Bleeding Hearts a round him flow'd , For whom Fresh paines he did Create , And strange Tyranick power he show'd ; From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire , Which round about , in sport he hurl'd ; But 't was from mine , he took desire , Enough to undo the Amorous World. From me he took his sighs and tears , From thee his Pride and Crueltie ; From me his Languishments and Feares , And every Killing Dart from thee ; Thus thou and I , the God have arm'd , And sett him up a Deity ; But my poor Heart alone is harm'd , Whilst thine the Victor is , and free . SONG . The Complaint . AMyntas that true hearted Swaine , Upon a Rivers Banck was lay'd , Where to the Pittying streames he did Complaine On Silvia that false Charming Maid . VVhile shee was still regardless of his paine . Ah! Charming Silvia , would he cry ; And what he said , the Echoes wou'd reply : Be kind or else I dy , Ech : — I dy Be kind or else I dy : Ech : — I dy . Those smiles and Kisses which you give , Remember Sylvia are my due ; And all the Joyes my Rivall does receive , He ravishes from me not you : Ah Silvia ! can I live and this believe ? Insensibles are toucht to see My Languishments , and seem to pitty me : Which I demand of thee : Ech — of thee Which I demand of thee Ech : — of thee . Set by Mr. Banister . SONG . The Invitation . DAmon I cannot blame your will , 'T was Chance and not Design did kill ; For whilst you did prepare your Charmes , On purpose Silvia to subdue : I met the Arrows as they flew , And sav'd her from their harms . Alas she cannot make returnes , Who for a Swaine already Burnes ; A Shepherd whom she does Caress : With all the softest marks of Love , And 't is in vaine thou seek'st to move , The cruel Shepherdess . Content thee with this Victory , Think me as faire and young as she : I 'le make thee Garlands all the day , And in the Groves we 'l sit and sing ; I 'le Crown thee with the pride o' th' Spring , When thou art Lord of May. SONG . WHen Iemmy first began to Love , He was the Gayest Swaine That ever yet a Flock had drove , Or danc't upon the Plaine . T' was then that I , weys me poor Heart , My Freedom threw away ; And finding sweets in every smart , I cou'd not say him nay . And ever when he talkt of Love , He wou'd his Eyes decline ; And every sigh , a Heart would move , Gued Faith and why not mine ? He 'd press my hand , and Kiss it oft , In silence spoke his Flame . And whilst he treated me thus soft , I wisht him more to Blame . Sometimes to feed my Flocks with him , My Iemmy wou'd Invite me : Where he the Gayest Songs wou'd sing , On purpose to delight me . And Iemmy every Grace displayd , Which were enough I trow , To Conquer any Princely Maid , So did he me I vow . But now for Iemmy must I mourn , VVho to the VVarrs must go ; His Sheephook to a Sword must turne : Alack what shall I do ? His Bag-pipe into War-like Sounds , Must now Exchanged bee : Instead of Braceletts , fearful Wounds ; Then what becomes of me ? To Mr. Creech ( under the Name of Daphnis ) on his Excellent Translation of Lucretius . THou great Young Man ! Permit amongst the Crowd Of those that sing thy mighty Praises lowd , My humble Muse to bring its Tribute too . Inspir'd by thy vast flight of Verse , Methinks I should some wondrous thing rehearse , Worthy Divine Lucretius , and Diviner Thou . But I of Feebler Seeds design'd , Whilst the slow moving Atomes strove With careless heed to form my Mind : Compos'd it all of Softer Love. In gentle Numbers all my Songs are Drest , And when I would thy Glories sing , What in strong manly Verse I would express , Turns all to Womannish Tenderness within . Whilst that which Admiration does inspire , In other Souls , kindles in mine a Fire . Let them admire thee on — Whilst I this newer way Pay thee yet more than they : For more I owe , since thou hast taught me more , Then all the mighty Bards that went before . Others long since have Pal'd the vast delight ; In duller Greek and Latin satisfy'd the Appetite : But I unlearn'd in Schools , disdain that mine Should treated be at any Feast but thine . Till now , I curst my Birth , my Education , And more the scanted Customes of the Nation : Permitting not the Female Sex to tread , The Mighty Paths of Learned Heroes dead . The God-like Virgil , and great Homers Verse , Like Divine Mysteries are conceal'd from us . We are forbid all grateful Theams , No ravishing thoughts approach our Ear , The Fulsom Gingle of the times , Is all we are allow'd to understand or hear . But as of old , when men unthinking lay , Ere Gods were worshipt , or ere Laws were fram'd The wiser Bard that taught 'em first t' obey , Was next to what he taught , ador'd and fam'd ; Gentler they grew , their words and manners chang'd , And salvage now no more the Woods they rang'd . So thou by this Translation dost advance Our Knowledg from the State of Ignorance , And equals us to Man : Ah how can we , Enough Adore , or Sacrifice enough to thee ! The Mystick Terms of Rough Philosophy , Thou dost so plain and easily express ; Yet Deck'st them in so soft and gay a Dress : So intelligent to each Capacity , That they at once Instruct and Charm the Sense , VVith heights of Fancy , heights of Eloquence ; And Reason over all Unfetter'd plays , VVanton and undisturb'd as Summers Breeze ; That gliding murmurs o're the Trees : And no hard Notion meets or stops its way . It Pierces , Conquers and Compels , Beyond poor Feeble Faith 's dull Oracles . Faith the despairing Souls content , Faith the Last Shift of Routed Argument . Hail Sacred Wadham ! whom the Muses Grace And from the Rest of all the Reverend Pile Of Noble Pallaces , design'd thy Space : VVhere they in soft retreat might dwell . They blest thy Fabrick , and said — Do thou , Our Darling Sons contain ; We thee our Sacred Nursery Ordain : They said and blest , and it was so . And if of old the Fanes of Silvian Gods , VVere worshipt as Divine Aboads ; If Courts are held as Sacred Things , For being the Awful Seats of Kings . VVhat Veneration should be paid , To thee that hast such wondrous Poets made ! To Gods for fear , Devotion was design'd , And Safety made us bow to Majesty ; Poets by Nature Aw and Charm the Mind , Are born not made by dull Religion or Necessity . The Learned Thirsis did to thee belong , Who Athens Plague has so divinely Sung. Thirsis to wit , as sacred friendship true , Paid Mighty Cowley's Memory its due . Thirsis who whilst a greater Plague did reign , Then that which Athens did Depopulate : Scattering Rebellious Fury o're the Plain , That threatn'd Ruine to the Church and State , Unmov'd he stood , and fear'd no Threats of Fate . That Loyal Champion for the Church & Crown , That Noble Ornament of the Sacred Gown , Still did his Soveraign's Cause Espouse , And was above the Thanks of the mad Senate-house . Strephon the Great , whom last you sent abroad , Who VVrit , and Lov'd , & Lookt like any God ; For whom the Muses mourn , the Love-sick Maids Are Languishing in Melancholly Shades . The Cupids flug their Wings , their Bows untie , And useless Quivers hang neglected by , And scatter'd Arrows all around 'em lye . By murmuring Brooks the careless Deities are laid , Weeping their rifled power now Noble Strephon's Dead . Ah Sacred Wadham ! should'st thou never own But this delight of all Mankind and thine ; For Ages past of Dulness , this alone , This Charming Hero would Attone . And make thee Glorious to succeeding time ; But thou like Natures self disdain'st to be , Stinted to Singularity . Even as fast as she thou dost produce , And over all the Sacred Mystery infuse . No sooner was fam'd Strephon's Glory set , Strephon the Soft , the Lovely and the Great ; But Daphnis rises like the Morning-Star , That guides the VVandring Traveller from afar . Daphnis whom every Grace , and Muse inspires , Scarce Strephons Ravishing Poetick Fires So kindly warm , or so divinely Cheer . Advance Young Daphnis , as thou hast begun , So let thy Mighty Race be run . Thou in thy large Poetick Chace , Begin'st where others end the Race . If now thy Grateful Numbers are so strong , If they so early can such Graces show , Like Beauty so surprizing , when so Young , VVhat Daphnis will thy Riper Judgment do , When thy Unbounded Verse in their own Streams shall flow ! What Wonder will they not produce , When thy Immortal Fancy's loose ; Unfetter'd , Unconfin'd by any other Muse ! Advance Young Daphnis then , and mayst thou prove Still Sacred in thy Poetry and Love. May all the Groves with Daphnis Songs be blest , Whilst every Bark is with thy Disticks drest . May Timerous Maids learn how to Love from thence And the Glad Shepherd Arts of Eloquence . And when to Solitude thou woud'st Retreat , May their tun'd Pipes thy Welcome celebrate . And all the Nymphs strow Garlands at thy Feet . May all the Purling Streams that murmuring pass , The Shady Groves and Banks of Flowers , The kind reposing Beds of Grass , Contribute to their Softer Hours . Mayst thou thy Muse and Mistress there Caress , And may one heighten to ' ther 's Happiness ! And whilst thou so divinely dost Converse , We are content to know and to admire thee in thy Sacred Verse . To Mrs. W. On her Excellent Verses ( Writ in Praise of some I had made on the Earl of Rochester ) Written in a Fit of Sickness . ENough kind Heaven ! to purpose I have liv'd , And all my Sighs & Languishments surviv'd . My Stars in vain their sullen influence have shed , Round my till now Unlucky Head : I pardon all the Silent Hours I 've griev'd , My Weary Nights , and Melancholy Days ; When no Kind Power my Pain Reliev'd , I lose you all , you sad Remembrancers , I lose you all in New-born Joys , Joys that will dissipate my Falling Tears . The Mighty Soul of Rochester's reviv'd , Enough Kind Heaven to purpose I have liv'd . I saw the Lovely Phantom , no Disguise , Veil'd the blest Vision from my Eyes , 'T was all o're Rochester that pleas'd and did surprize . Sad as the Grave I sat by Glimmering Light , Such as attends Departing Souls by Night . Pensive as absent Lovers left alone , Or my poor Dove , when his Fond Mate was gone . Silent as Groves when only Whispering Gales , Sigh through the Rushing Leaves , As softly as a Bashful Shepherd Breaths , To his Lov'd Nymph his Amorous Tales . So dull I was , scarce Thought a Subject found , Dull as the Light that gloom'd around ; When lo the Mighty Spirit appear'd , All Gay , all Charming to my sight ; My Drooping Soul it Rais'd and Cheer'd , And cast about a Dazling Light. In every part there did appear , The Great , the God-like Rochester , His Softness all , his Sweetness everywhere . It did advance , and with a Generous Look , To me Addrest , to worthless me it spoke : With the same wonted Grace my Muse it prais'd , VVith the same Goodness did my Faults Correct : And Careful of the Fame himself first rais'd , Obligingly it School'd my loose Neglect . The soft , the moving Accents soon I knew The gentle Voice made up of Harmony ; Through the Known Paths of my glad Soul it flew ; I knew it straight , it could no others be , 'T was not Alied but very very he . So the All-Ravisht Swain that hears The wondrous Musick of the Sphears , For ever does the grateful Sound retain , Whilst all his Oaten Pipes and Reeds . The Rural Musick of the Groves and Meads , Strive to divert him from the Heavenly Song in vain . He hates their harsh and Untun'd Lays , Which now no more his Soul and Fancy raise . But if one Note of the remembred Air He chance again to hear , He starts , and in a transport cries , — 'T is there ! He knows it all by that one little taste , And by that grateful Hint remembers all the rest . Great , Good , and Excellent , by what new way Shall I my humble Tribute pay , For this vast Glory you my Muse have done , For this great Condescention shown ! So Gods of old sometimes laid by Their Awful Trains of Majesty , And chang'd ev'n Heav'n a while for Groves and Plains , And to their Fellow-Gods preferr'd the lowly Swains . And Beds of Flow'rs would oft compare To those of Downey Clouds , or yielding Air ; At Purling Streams would drink in homely Shells , Put off the God , to Revel it in Woods and Shepherds Cells ; Would listen to their Rustick Songs , and show Such Divine Goodness in Commending too , Whilst the transported Swain the Honour pays With humble Adoration , humble Praise . The Sence of a Letter sent me , made into Verse ; To a New Tune . I. IN vain I have labour'd the Victor to prove Of a Heart that can ne'er give Admittance to Love : So hard to be won , That nothing so young , Could e'er have resisted a Passion so long . II But nothing I left unattempted or said , To soften the Heart of the Pityless Maid ; Yet still she was shy , And would blushing deny , Whilst her willinger Eyes gave her Language the Lye. III. When before the Impregnable Fort I lay down , I resolv'd or to die , or to Purchase Renown , But how vain was the Boast ! All the Glory I lost , And now vanquish'd and sham'd I 've quitted my Post. The Return . I. AMyntas whilst you Have an Art to subdue , And can conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile , You Pityless grow , And no Faith will allow ; 'T is the Glory you seek when you rifle the Spoil . II. Your soft warring Eyes , When prepar'd for the Prize , Can laugh at the Aids of my feeble Disdain ; You can humble the Foe , And soon make her to know Tho' she arms her with Pride , her Efforts are but vain . III. But Shepherd beware , Though a Victor you are ; A Tyrant was never secure in his Throne ; Whilst proudly you aim New Conquests to gain , Some hard-hearted Nymph may return you your own . On a Copy of Verses made in a Dream , and sent to me in a Morning before I was Awake . AMyntas , if your Wit in Dreams Can furnish you with Theams , What must it do when your Soul looks abroad , Quick'nd with Agitations of the Sence , And dispossest of Sleeps dull heavy Load , When ev'ry Syllable has Eloquence ? And if by Chance such Wounds you make , And in your Sleep such welcome Mischiefs do ; What are your Pow'rs when you 're awake , Directed by Design and Reason too ? I slept , as duller Mortals use , Without the Musick of a Thought , VVhen by a gentle Breath , soft as thy Muse , Thy Name to my glad Ear was brought : Amyntas ! cry'd the Page — And at the Sound , My list'ning Soul unusual Pleasure sound . So the Harmonius Spheres surprize , VVhilst the All-Ravish'd Shepherd gazes round , And wonders whence the Charms should rise , That can at once both please and wound . VVhilst trembling I unript the Seal Of what you 'd sent , My Heart with an Impatient Zeal , VVithout my Eyes , would needs reveal Its Bus'ness and Intent . But so beyond the Sence they were Of ev'ry scribling Lovers common Art , That now I find an equal share Of Love and Admiration in my Heart . And while I read , in vain I strove To hide the Pleasure which I took ; Bellario saw in ev'ry Look My smiling Joy and blushing Love. Soft ev'ry word , easie each Line , and true ; Brisk , witty , manly , strong and gay ; The Thoughts are tender all , and new , And Fancy ev'ry where does gently play . Amyntas if you thus go on , Like an unwearied Conqueror day and night , The World at last must be undone . You do not only kill at sight , But like a Parthian in your flight . Whether you Rally or Retreat , You still have Arrows for Defeat . To my Lady Morland at Tunbrige . AS when a Conqu'rour does in Triumph come , And proudly leads the vanquish'd Captives home , The Joyful People croud in ev'ry Street , And with loud shouts of Praise the Victor greet ; While some whom Chance or Fortune kept away , Desire at least the Story of the Day ; How brave the Prince , how gay the Chariot was , How beautiful he look'd , with what a Grace ; Whether upon his Head he Plumes did wear ; Or if a Wreath of Bays adorn'd his Hair : They hear 't is wondrous fine , and long much more To see the Hero then they did before . So when the Marvels by Report I knew , Of how much Beauty , Cloris , dwelt in you ; How many Slaves your Conqu'ring Eyes had won , And how the gazing Crowd admiring throng : I wish'd to see , and much a Lover grew Of so much Beauty , though my Rivals too . I came and saw , and blest my Destiny ; I found it Just you should out-Rival me . 'T was at the Altar , where more Hearts were giv'n To you that day , then were address'd to Heav'n . The Rev'rend Man whose Age and Mystery Had rendred Youth and Beauty Vanity , By fatal Chance casting his Eyes your way , Mistook the duller Bus'ness of the Day , Forgot the Gospel , and began to Pray . VVhilst the Enamour'd Crowd that near you prest , Receiving Darts which none could e'er resist , Neglected the Mistake o' th' Love-sick Priest. Ev'n my Devotion , Cloris , you betray'd ; And I to Heaven no other Petition made , But that you might all other Nymphs out-do In Cruelty as well as Beauty too . I call'd Amyntas Faithless Swain before , But now I find 't is Just he should Adore . Not to love you , a wonder sure would be , Greater then all his Perjuries to me . And whilst I Blame him , I Excuse him too ; Who would not venture Heav'n to purchase you ? But Charming Cloris , you too meanly prize The more deserving Glories of your Eyes , If you permit him on an Amorous score , To be your Slave , who was my Slave before . He oft has Fetters worn , and can with ease Admit 'em or dismiss 'em when he please . A Virgin-Heart you merit , that ne'er sound It could receive , till from your Eyes , the Wound ; A Heart that nothing but your Force can fear , And own a Soul as Great as you are Fair. Song to Ceres . In the Wavering Nymph , or Mad Amyntas . I. CEres , Great Goddess of the bounteous Year , Who load'st the Teaming Earth with Gold and Grain , Blessing the Labours of th' Industrious Swain , And to their Plaints inclin'st thy gracious Ear : Behold two fair Cicilian Lovers lie Prostrate before thy Deity ; Imploring thou wilt grant the Just Desires Of two Chaste Hearts that burn with equal Fires . II. Amyntas he , brave , generous and young ; Whom yet no Vice his Youth has e'er betray'd : And Chaste Vrania is the Lovely Maid ; His Daughter who has serv'd thy Altars long , As thy High Priest : A Dowry he demands At the young Amorous Shepherds hands : Say , gentle Goddess , what the Youth must give , E'er the Bright Maid he can from thee receive . Song in the same Play , by the Wavering Nymph . PAN grant that I may never prove So great a Slave to fall in love , And to an Unknown Deity Resign my happy Liberty : I love to see the Amorous Swains Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign : With Pride I see the Meads and Plains Throng'd all with Slaves , and they all mine : Whilst I the whining Fools despise , That pay their Homage to my Eyes . The Disappointment . I. ONe day the Amorous Lysander , By an impatient Passion sway'd , Surpriz'd fair Cloris , that lov'd Maid , Who could defend her self no longer . All things did with his Love conspire ; The gilded Planet of the Day , In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire , Was now descending to the Sea , And left no Light to guide the VVorld , But what from Cloris Brighter Eyes was hurld . II. In a lone Thicket made for Love , Silent as yielding Maids Consent , She with a Charming Languishment , Permits his Force , yet gently strove ; Her Hands his Bosom softly meet , But not to put him back design'd , Rather to draw 'em on inclin'd : VVhilst he lay trembling at her Feet , Resistance 't is in vain to show ; She wants the pow'r to say — Ah! What d' ye do ? III. Her Bright Eyes sweet , and yet severe , VVhere Love and Shame confus'dly strive , Fresh Vigor to Lysander give ; And breathing faintly in his Ear , She cry'd — Cease , Cease — your vain Desire , Or I 'll call out — What would you do ? My Dearer Honour ev'n to You I cannot , must not give — Retire , Or take this Life , whose chiefest part I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart . IV. But he as much unus'd to Fear , As he was capable of Love , The blessed minutes to improve , Kisses her Mouth , her Neck , her Hair ; Each Touch her new Desire Alarms , His burning trembling Hand he prest Upon her swelling Snowy Brest , VVhile she lay panting in his Arms. All her Unguarded Beauties lie The Spoils and Trophies of rhe Enemy . V. And now without Respect or Fear , He seeks the Object of his Vows , ( His Love no Modesty allows ) By swift degrees advancing — where His daring Hand that Altar seiz'd , VVhere Gods of Love do sacirfice : That Awful Throne , that Paradice VVhere Rage is calm'd , and Anger pleas'd ; That Fountain where Delight still flows , And gives the Universal VVorld Repose . VI. Her Balmy Lips incountring his , Their Bodies , as their Souls , are joyn'd ; VVhere both in Transports Unconfin'd Extend themselves upon the Moss . Cloris half dead and breathless lay ; Her soft Eyes cast a Humid Light , Such as divides the Day and Night ; Or falling Stars , whose Fires decay : And now no signs of Life she shows , But what in short-breath'd Sighs returns & goes . VII . He saw how at her Length she lay ; He saw her rising Bosom bare ; Her loose thin Rohes , through which appeat A Shape design'd for Love and Play ; Abandon'd by her Pride and Shame . She does her softest Joys dispence , Off'ring her Virgin-Innocence A Victim to Loves Sacred Flame ; While the o'er-Ravish'd Shepherd lies Unable to perform the Sacrifice . VIII . Ready to taste a thousand Joys , The too transported hapless Swain Found the vast Pleasure turn'd to Pain ; Pleasure which too much Love destroys : The willing Garments by he laid , And Heaven all open'd to his view , Mad to possess , himself he threw On the Defenceless Lovely Maid . But Oh what envying God conspires To snatch his Power , yet leave him the Desire ! IX . Nature's Support , ( without whose Aid She can no Humane Being give ) It self now wants the Art to live ; Faintness its slack'ned Nerves invade : In vain th' inraged Youth essay'd To call its fleeting Vigor back , No motion 't will from Motion take ; Excess of Love his Love betray'd : In vain he Toils , in vain Commands ; The Insensible fell weeping in his Hand . X. In this so Amorous Cruel Strife , Where Love and Fate were too severe , The poor Lysander in despair Renounc'd his Reason with his Life : Now all the brisk and active Fire That should the Nobler Part inflame , Serv'd to increase his Rage and Shame , And left no Spark for New Desire : Not all her Naked Charms cou'd move Or calm that Rage that had debauch'd his Love. XI . Cloris returning from the Trance Which Love and soft Desire had bred , Her timerous Hand she gently laid ( Or guided by Design or Chance ) Upon that Fabulous Priapas , That Potent God , as Poets feign ; But never did young Shepherdess , Gath'ring of Fern upon the Plain , More nimbly draw her Fingers back , Finding beneath the verdant Leaves a Snake : XII . Than Cloris her fair Hand withdrew , Finding that God of her Desires Disarm'd of all his Awful Fires , And Cold as Flow'rs bath'd in the Morning-Dew . Who can the Nymph's Confusion guess ? The Blood forsook the hinder Place , And strew'd with Blushes all her Face , Which both Disdain and Shame exprest : And from Lysander's Arms she fled , Leaving him fainting on the Gloomy Bed. XIII . Like Lightning through the Grove she hies , Or Daphne from the Delphick God , No Print upon the grassey Road She leaves , t' instruct Pursuing Eyes . The Wind that wanton'd in her Hair , And with her Ruffled Garments plaid , Discover'd in the Flying Maid All that the Gods e'er made , if Fair. So Venus , when her Love was slain , With Fear and Haste flew o'er the Fatal Plain . XIV . The Nymph's Resentments none but I Can well Imagine or Condole : But none can guess Lysander's Soul , But those who sway'd his Destiny . His silent Griefs swell up to Storms , And not one God his Fury spares ; He curs'd his Birth , his Fate , his Stars ; But more the Shepherdess's Charms , Whose soft bewitching Influence Had Damn'd him to the Hell of Impotence . On a Locket of Hair Wove in a True-Loves Knot , given me by Sir R. O. WHat means this Knot , in Mystick Order Ty'd , And which no Humane Knowledge can divide ? Not the Great Conqu'rours Sword can this undo Whose very Beauty would divert the Blow . Bright Relique I Shrouded in a Shrine of Gold ! Less Myst'ry made a Deity of Old. Fair Charmer ! Tell me by what pow'rful Spell You into this Confused Order fell ? If Magick could be wrought on things Divine , Some Amorous Sybil did thy Form design In some soft hour , which the Prophetick Maid In Nobler Mysteries of Love employ'd , Wrought thee a Hieroglyphick , to express The wanton God in all his Tenderness ; Thus shaded , and thus all adorn'd with Charms , Harmless , Unfletch'd , without Offensive Arms , He us'd of Old in shady Groves to Play , E'er Swains broke Vows , or Nymphs were vain and coy , Or Love himself had Wings to fly away . Or was it ( his Almighty Pow'r to prove ) Design'd a Quiver for the God of Love ? And all these shining Hairs which th'inspir'd Maid Has with such strange Mysterious Fancy laid , Are meant his Shafts ; the subt'lest surest Darts That ever Conqu'red or Secur'd his Hearts ; Darts that such tender Passions do convey , Not the young Wounder is more soft than they . 'T is so ; the Riddle I at last have learn'd : But found it when I was too far concern'd . The Dream . A Song . I. THe Grove was gloomy all around , Murm'ring the Streams did pass , Where fond Astrea laid her down Upon a Bed of Grass . I slept and saw a piteous sight , Cupid a weeping lay , Till both his little Stars of Light Had wept themselves away . II. Methought I ask'd him why he cry'd , My Pity led me on : All sighing the sad Boy reply'd , Alas I am undone ! As I beneath yon Myrtles lay , Down by Diana's Springs , Amyntas stole my Bow away , And Pinion'd both my Wings . III. Alas ! cry'd I , 't was then thy Darts Wherewith he wounded me : Thou Mighty Deity of Hearts , He stole his Pow'r from thee . Revenge thee , if a God thou be , Upon the Amorous Swain ; I 'll set thy Wings at Liberty , And thou shalt fly again . IV. And for this Service on my Part , All I implore of thee , Is , That thou 't wound Amyntas Heart , And make him die for me . His Silken Fetters I Unty'd , And the gay Wings display'd ; Which gently fann'd , he mounts and cry'd , Farewel fond easie Maid . V. At this I blush'd , and angry grew I should a God believe ; And waking found my Dream too true , Alas I was a Slave . A Letter to a Brother of the Pen in Tribulation . POor Damon ! Art thou caught ? Is 't ev'n so ? Art thou become a * Tabernacler too ? Where sure thou dost not mean to Preach or Pray , Unless it be the clean contrary way : This holy (a) time I little thought thy sin Deserv'd a Tub to do its Pennance in . O how you 'll for th' Aegyptian Flesh-pots wish , When you 'r half-famish'd with your Lenten-dish , Your Almonds , Currans , Biskets hard and dry , Food that will Soul and Body mortifie : Damn'd Penetential Drink , that will infuse Dull Principles into thy Grateful Muse. — Pox on 't that you must needs be fooling now , Just when the Wits had greatest (b) need of you . Was Summer then so long a coming on , That you must make an Artificial one ? Much good may 't do thee ; but 't is thought thy Brain E'er long will wish for cooler Days again . For Honesty no more will I engage : I durst have sworn thou'dst had thy Pufillage . Thy Looks the whole Cabal have cheated too ; But thou wilt say , most of the Wits do so . Is this thy writing (c) Plays ? who thought thy Wit An Interlude of Whoring would admit ? To Poetry no more thou'lt be inclin'd , Unless in Verse to damn all VVoman-kind : And 't is but Just thou shouldst in Rancor grow Against that Sex that has Confin'd thee so . All things in Nature now are Brisk and Gay At the Approaches of the Blooming May : The new-fletch'd Birds do in our Arbors sing A Thousand Airs to welcome in the Spring ; VVhilst ev'ry Swain is like a Bridegroom drest , And ev'ry Nymph as going to a Feast : The Meadows now their slowry Garments wear , And ev'ry Grove does in its Pride appear : VVhilst thou poor Damon in close Rooms art pent , Where hardly thy own Breath can find a vent . Yet that too is a Heaven , compar'd to th' Task Of Codling every Morning in a Cask . Now I could curse this Female , but I know , She needs it not , that thus cou'd handle you . Besides , that Vengeance does to thee belong , And 't were Injustice to disarm thy Tongue . Curse then , dear Swain , that all the Youth may hear , And from thy dire Mishap be taught to fear . Curse till thou hast undone the Race , and all That did contribute to thy Spring and Fall. The Reflection : A Song . I. POOR Lost Serena , to Bemoan The Rigor of her Fate , High'd to a Rivers-side alone , Upon whose Brinks she sat . Her Eyes , as if they would have spar'd , The Language of her Tongue , In Silent Tears a while declar'd The Sense of all her wrong . II. But they alas too feeble were , Her Grief was swoln too high To be Exprest in Sighs and Tears ; She must or speak or dye . And thus at last she did complain , Is this the Faith , said she , Which thou allowest me , Cruel Swain , For that I gave to thee ? III. Heaven knows with how much Innocence I did my Soul Incline To thy Soft Charmes of Eloquence , And gave thee what was mine . I had not one Reserve in Store , But at thy Feet I lay'd Those Arms that Conquer'd heretofore , Tho' now thy Trophies made . IV. Thy Eyes in Silence told their Tale Of Love in such a way , That 't was as easie to Prevail , As after to Betray . And when you spoke my Listning Soul , Was on the Flattery Hung : And I was lost without Controul , Such Musick grac'd thy Tongue . V. Alas how long in vain you strove My coldness to divert ! How long besieg'd it round with Love , Before you won the Heart . What Arts you us'd , what Presents made , What Songs , what Letters writ : And left no Charm that cou'd invade , Or with your Eyes or Wit. VI. Till by such Obligations Prest , By such dear Perjuries won : I heedlesly Resign'd the rest , And quickly was undone . For as my Kindling Flames increase , Yours glimeringly decay : The Rifled Joys no more can Please , That once oblig'd your Stay. VII . Witness ye Springs , ye Meads and Groves , Who oft were conscious made To all our Hours and Vows of Love ; Witness how I 'm Betray'd . Trees drop your Leaves , be Gay no more , Ye Rivers waste and drye : Whilst on your Melancholy Shore , I lay me down and dye . SONG . To Pesibles Tune . I. 'T was when the Fields were gay , The Groves and every Tree : Just when the God of Day , Grown weary of his Sway , Descended to the Sea , And Gloomy Light around did all the World survey , 'T was then the Hapless Swain , Amyntas , to Complain Of Silvia's cold Disd●in , Retir'd to Silent Shades ; Where by a Rivers Side , His Tears did swell the Tide , As he upon the Brink was lay'd , II. Ye Gods , he often cry'd , Why did your Powers design In Silvia so much Pride , Such Falshood to beside ▪ With Beauty so Divine ? VVhy should so much of Hell with so much Heaven joyn ? Be witness every Shade , How oft the lovely Maid Her tender Vows has paid ; Yet with the self-same Breath , With which so oft before , And solemnly she swore , Pronounces now Amyntas Death . III. But Charming Nymph beware , Whilst I your Victim die , Some One , my Perjur'd Fair , Revenging my Despair , Will prove as false to thee ; Which yet my wandring Ghost wou'd look more pale to see . For I shall break my Tomb , And nightly as I rome , Shall to my Silvia come , And show the Piteous Sight ; My bleeding Bosom too , Which wounds were given by you ; Then vanish in the Shades of Night . SONG . On her Loving Two Equally . Set by Captain Pack . I. HOw strongly does my Passion flow , Divided equally 'twixt two ? Damon had ne'er subdu'd my Heart , Had not Alexis took his part ; Nor cou'd Alexis pow'rful prove , Without my Damons Aid , to gain my Love. II. When my Alexis present is , Then I for Damon sigh and mourn ; But when Alexis I do miss , Damon gains nothing but my Scorn . But if it chance they both are by , For both alike I languish , sigh , and die . III. Cure then , thou mighty winged God , This restless Feaver in my Blood ; One Golden-Pointed Dart take back : But which , O Cupid , wilt thou take ? If Damons , all my Hopes are crost ; Or that of my Alexis , I am lost . The Counsel . A Song . Set by Captain Pack . I. A Pox upon this needless Scorn : Sylvia for shame the Cheat give o'er : The End to which the Fair are botn , Is not to keep their Charms in store : But lavishly dispose in haste Of Joys which none but Youth improve ; Joys which decay when Beauty's past ; And who , when Beauty's past , will love ? II. When Age those Glories shall deface , Revenging all your cold Disdain ; And Sylvia shall neglected pass , By every once-admiring Swain ; And we no more shall Homage pay : When you in vain too late shall burn , If Love increase , and Youth decay , Ah Sylvia ! who will make Return ? III. Then haste , my Sylvia , to the Grove , Where all the Sweets of May conspire To teach us ev'ry Art of Love , And raise our Joys of Pleasure higher : Where while embracing we shall lie Loosly in Shades on Beds of Flow'rs , The duller World while we defie , Years will be Minutes , Ages Hours . SONG . The Surprize . Set by Mr. Farmer . I. PHillis , whose Heart was Unconfin'd , And free as Flow'rs on Meads and Plains , None boasted of her being Kind , ' Mong'st all the languishing and amorous Swains . No Sighs or Tears the Nymph cou'd move , To pity or return their Love. II. Till on a time the hapless Maid Retir'd to shun the Heat o' th' Day Into a Grove , beneath whose shade Strephon the careless Shepherd sleeping lay : But O such Charms the Youth adorn , Love is reveng'd for all her Scorn . III. Her Cheeks with Blushes cover'd were , And tender Sighs her Bosom warm , A Softness in her Eyes appear ; Unusual Pain she feels from ev'ry Charm : To Woods and Ecchoes now she cries , For Modesty to speak denies . SONG . I. AH ! what can mean that eager Joy Transports my Heart when you appear ? Ah Strephon ! you my Thoughts imploy In all that 's Charming , all that 's Dear . When you your pleasing Story tell , A Softness does invade each Part , And I with Blushes own I feel Something too tender at my Heart . II. At your approach my Blushes rise , And I at once both wish and fear ; My wounded Soul mounts to my Eyes , As it would prattle Stories there . Take , take that Heart that needs must go ; But , Shepherd , see it kindly us'd : For who such Presents will bestow , If this , alas ! should be abus'd ? The Invitation : A Song . To a New Scotch Tune . I. COme my Phillis let us improve Both our Joyes of Equal Love : VVhile we in yonder Shady Grove , Count Minutes by our Kisses . See the Flowers how sweetly they spread , And each Resigns his Gawdy Head , To make for us a Fragrant Bed , To practice o'er New Blisses . II. The Sun it self with Love does conspire , And sends abroad his ardent Fire , And kindly seems to bid us retire , And shade us from his Glory ; Then come , my Phillis , do not fear ; All that your Swain desires there , Is by those Eyes a new to swear How much he does adore ye . III. Phillis , in vain you shed those Tears ; VVhy do you blush ? Oh speak your Fears ! There 's none but your Amyntas hears : VVhat means this pretty Passion ? Can you fear your Favours will cloy Those that the Blessing does enjoy ? Ah no! such needless Thoughts destroy : This Nicety's out of Fashion . IV. When thou hast done , by Pan I swear , Thou wilt unto my Eyes appear A thousand times more Charming and Fair , Then thou wert to my first Desire : That Smile was kind , and now thou' rt wise , To throw away this Coy Disguise , And by the vigor of thy Eyes , Declare thy Youth and Fire . Silvio's Complaint : A SONG , To a Fine Scotch Tune . I. IN the Blooming Time o' th' year , In the Royal Month of May : Au the Heaves were glad and clear , Au the Earth was Fresh and Gay . A Noble Youth but all Forlorn , Lig'd Sighing by a Spring : 'T were better I's was nere Born , Ere wisht to be a King. II. Then from his Starry Eyne , Muckle Showers of Christal Fell : To bedew the Roses Fine , That on his Cheeks did dwell . And ever 'twixt his Sighs he 'd cry , How Bonny a Lad I 'd been , Had I , weys me , nere Aim'd high , Or wisht to be a King. III. With Dying Clowdy Looks , Au the Fields and Groves he kens : Au the Gleeding Murmuring Brooks , ( Noo his Unambitious Friends ) Tol which he eance with Mickle Cheer His Bleating Flocks woud bring : And crys , woud God I 'd dy'd here , Ere wisht to be a King. IV. How oft in Yonder Mead , Cover'd ore with Painted Flowers : Au the Dancing Youth I 've led , Where we past our Blether Hours . In Yonder Shade , in Yonder Grove , How Blest the Nymphs have been : Ere I for Pow'r Debaucht Love , Or wisht to be a King. V. Not add the Arcadian Swains , In their Pride and Glory Clad : Not au the Spacious Plains , Ere coud Boast a Bleether Lad. When ere I Pip'd , or Danc'd , or Ran , Or leapt , or whirl'd the Sling : The Flowry Wreaths I still won , And wisht to be a King , VI. But Curst be yon Tall Oak , And Old Thirsis be accurst : There I first my peace forsook , There I learnt Ambition first . Such Glorious Songs of Hero's Crown'd , The Restless Swain woud Sing : My Soul unknown desires found , And Languisht to be King. VII . Ye Garlands wither now , Fickle Glories vanish all : Ye Wreaths that deckt my Brow , To the ground neglected fall . No more my sweet Repose molest , Nor to my Fancies bring The Golden Dreams of being Blest With Titles of a King. VIII . Ye Noble Youths beware , Shun Ambitious powerful Tales : Distructive , False , and Fair , Like the Oceans Flattering Gales . See how my Youth and Glories lye , Like Blasted Flowers i' th' Spring : My Fame Renown and all dye , For wishing to be King. In Imitation of Horace . I. WHat mean those Amorous Curles of Jet ? For what heart-Ravisht Maid Dost thou thy Hair in order set , Thy Wanton Tresses Braid ? And thy vast Store of Beauties open lay , That the deluded Fancy leads astray . II. For pitty hide thy Starry eyes , Whose Languishments destroy : And look not on the Slave that dyes With an Excess of Joy. Defend thy Coral Lips , thy Amber Breath ; To taste these Sweets lets in a Certain Death . III. Forbear , fond Charming Youth , forbear , Thy words of Melting Love : Thy Eyes thy Language well may spare , One Dart enough can move . And she that hears thy voice and sees thy Eyes With too much Pleasure , too much Softness dies ▪ IV. Cease , Cease , with Sighs to warm my Soul , Or press me with thy Hand : VVho can the kindling fire controul , The tender force withstand ? Thy Sighs and Touches like wing'd Lightning fly , And are the Gods of Loves Artillery . To Lysander , who made some Verses on a Discourse of Loves Fire . I. IN vain , dear Youth , you say you love , And yet my Marks of Passion blame ; Since Jealousie alone can prove , The surest Witness of my Flame : And she who without that , a Love can vow , Believe me , Shepherd , does not merit you . II. Then give me leave to doubt , that Fire I kindle , may another warm : A Face that cannot move Desire , May serve at least to end the Charm : Love else were Witchcraft , that on malice bent , ●enies ye Joys , or makes ye Impotent . III. 'T is true , when Cities are on fire , Men never wait for Christal Springs ; But to the Neighb'ring-Pools retire ; Which nearest , best Assistance brings ; And serves as well to quench the raging Flame , As if from God-delighting Streams it came . IV. A Fancy strong may do the Feat Yet this to Love a Riddle is , And shows that Passion but a Cheat ; Which Men but with their Tongues Confess . For 't is a Maxime in Loves learned School , Who blows the Fire , the flame can only Rule , V. Though Honour does your Wish deny , Honour ! the Foe to your Repose ; Yet 't is more Noble far to dye , Then break Loves known and Sacred Laws : What Lover wou'd pursue a single Game , That cou'd amongst the Fair deal out his flame ? VI. Since then Lysander you desire , Amynta only to adore ; Take in no Partners to your Fire . For who well Love , that Loves one more ? And if such Rivals in your Heart I find , T is in My Power to die , but not be kind . A Dialogue for an Entertainment at Court , between Damon and Sylvia . Damon . AH Sylvia ! if I still pursue , Whilst you in vain your Scorn improve ; What wonders might your Eies not do : If they would dress themselves in Love. Silvia . Shepherd you urge my Love in vain , For I can ne'er Reward your pain ; A Slave each Smile of mine can win , And all my softning Darts , When e'er I please , can bring me in A Thousand Yeilding Hearts . Damon . Yet if those Slaves you treat with Cruelty , 'T is an Inglorious Victory ; And those unhappy Swaines you so subdue , May Learn at last to scorn , as well as you ; Your Beauty though the Gods design'd Shou'd be Ador'd by all below ; Yet if you want a Godlike Pittying Mind , Our Adoration soon will colder grow : 'T is Pitty makes a Deity , Ah Silvia ! daine to pitty me , And I will worship none but thee . Sylvia . Perhaps I may your Councel take , And Pitty , tho' not Love , for Damons sake ; Love is a Flame my Heart ne'er knew , Nor knows how to begin to burn for you . Damon . Ah Sylvia who 's the happy Swain , For whom that Glory you ordain ! Has Strephon , Pithius , Hilus , more Of Youth , of Love , or Flocks a greater store ? My flame pursues you too , with that Address , Which they want Passion to Profess : Ah then make some Returns my Charming Shepherdess . Silvia . Too Faithful Shepherd I will try my Heart , And if I can will give you part . Damon . Oh that was like your self exprest , Give me but part , and I will steal the rest . Silvia . Take care Young Swain you treat it well , If you wou'd have it in your Bosom dwell ; Now let us to the Shades Retreat , Where all the Nymphs and Shepherds meet . Damon . And give me there your leave my Pride to show , For having but the hopes of Conquering you ; Where all the Swaines shall Passion learn of me : And all the Nymphs to bless like thee . Silvia . Where every Grace I will bestow , And every Look and Smile , shall show How much above the rest I vallue you . Damon . And I those Blessings will improve ; By constant Faith , and tender Love. [ A Chorus of Satyrs and Nymphs made by another hand . ] On Mr. J. H. In a Fit of Sicknesse . I. IF when the God of Day retires , The Pride of all the Spring decays and dies : Wanting those Life-begetting Fires From whence they draw their Excellencies ; Each little Flower hangs down its Gawdy Head , Losing the Luster which it did Retain ; No longer will its fragrant face be spread , But Languishes into a Bud again : So with the Sighing Crowd it fares Since you Amyntas , have your Eies withdrawn ' Ours Lose themselves in Silent Tears , Our days are Melancholy Dawn ; The Groves are Unfrequented now , The Shady Walks are all Forlorn ; Who still were throng to gaze on you : With Nymphs , whom your Retirement has undone . II. Our Bag-pipes now away are flung , Our Flocks a Wandering go ; Garlands neglected , on the Boughs are hung , That us'd to adorn each Chearful Brow , Forsaken looks the enameld May : And all its wealth Uncourted dies ; Each little Bird forgets its wonted Lay , That Sung Good Morrow to the welcome Day . Or rather to thy Lovely Eies . The Cooling Streams do backward glide : Since on their Banks they saw not thee , Losing the Order of their Tide , And Murmuring chide they Cruelty ; Then hast to lose themselves i' th' Angry Sea. III. Thus every thing in its Degree , Thy said Retreat Deplore ; Hast then Amyntas , and Restore ; The whole Worlds Loss in thee . For like an Eastern Monarch , when you go , ( If such a Fate the World must know ) A Beautious and a Numerous Host Of Love-sick Maids , will wait upon thy Ghost ; And Death that Secret will Reveal , Which Pride and Shame did here Conceal ; Live then thou Lovelyest of the Plaines , Thou Beauty of the Envying Swaines ; Whose Charms even Death it self wou'd court , And of his Solemn Business make a Sport. IV. In Pitty to each Sighing Maid , Revive , come forth , be Gay and Glad ; Let the Young God of Love implore , In Pity lend him Darts , For when thy Charming Eies shall shoot no more ; He 'll lose his Title of the God of Hearts . In Pity to Astrea live , Astrea , whom from all the Sighing Throng , You did your oft-won Garlands give : For which she paid you back in Grateful Song : Astrea , who did still the Glory boast , To be ador'd by thee , and to adore thee most . V. With Pride she saw her Rivals Sigh and Pine , And vainly cry'd , The lovely Youth is mine ! By all thy Charms I do Conjure thee , live ; By all the Joys thou canst receive , and give : By each Recess and Shade where thou and I , Loves Secrets did Unfold ; And did the dull Unloving World defy : VVhilst each the Hearts fond Story told . If all these Conjurations nought Prevail , Not Prayers or Sighs , or Tears avail , But Heaven has Destin'd we Depriv'd must be , Of so much Youth , Wit , Beauty , and of Thee ; I will the Deaf and Angry Powers defie , Curse thy Decease , Bless thee , and with thee die . To Lysander , on some Verses he writ , and asking more for his Heart then 't was worth . I. TAke back that Heart , you with such Caution give , Take the fond valu'd Trifle back ; I hate Love-Merchants that a Trade wou'd drive ; And meanly cunning Bargains make . II. I care not how the busy Market goes , And scorn to Chaffer for a price : Love does one Staple Rate on all impose , Nor leaves it to the Traders Choice . III. A Heart requires a Heart Unfeign'd and True , Though Subt'ly you advance the Price , And ask a Rate that Simple Love ne'er knew : And the free Trade Monopolize . IV. An Humble Slave the Buyer must become , She must not bate a Look or Glance , You will have all , or you 'll have none ; See how Loves Market you inhaunce . V. Is 't not enough , I gave you Heart for Heart , But I must add my Lips and Eies ; I must no friendly Smile or Kiss impart ; But you must Dun me with Advice . VI. And every Hour still more unjust you grow , Those Freedoms you my life deny , You to Adraste are oblig'd to show , And give her all my Rifled Joy. VII . Without Controul she gazes on that Face , And all the happy Envyed Night , In the pleas'd Circle of your fond imbrace : She takes away the Lovers Right . VIII . From me she Ravishes those silent hours , That are by Sacred Love my due ; VVhilst I in vain accuse the angry Powers , That make me hopeless Love pursue . IX . Adrastes Ears with that dear Voice are blest , That Charms my Soul at every Sound , And with those Love-Inchanting Touches prest : VVhich I ne'er felt without a Wound . X. She has thee all : whilst I with silent Greif , The Fragments of thy Softness feel , Yet dare not blame the happy licenc'd Thief : That does my Dear-bought Pleasures steal . XI . Whilst like a Glimering Taper still I burn , And waste my self in my own flame , Adraste takes the welcome rich Return : And leaves me all the hopeless Pain . XII . Be just , my lovely Swain , and do not take Freedoms you 'll not to me allow ; Or give Amynta so much Freedom back : That she may Rove as well as you . XIII . Let us then love upon the honest Square , Since Interest neither have design'd , For the sly Gamester , who ne'er plays me fair , Must Trick for Trick expect to find . To the Honourable Edward Howard , on his Comedy called The New Utopia , I. BEyond the Merit of the Age , You have adorn'd the Stage ; So from rude Farce , to Comick Order brought , Each Action , and each Thought ; To so Sublime a Method , as yet none ( But Mighty Ben alone ) Cou'd e'er arive , and he at distance too ; Were he alive he must resign to you : You have out-done what e'er he writ , In this last great Example of your Wit. Your Solymour does his Morose destroy , And your Black Page undoes his Barbers Boy ; All his Collegiate Ladies must retire , While we thy braver Heroins do admire . This new Vtopia rais'd by thee , Shall stand a Structure to be wondered at , And men shall cry , this — this — is he Who that Poetick City did create : Of which Moor only did the Model draw , You did Compleat that little World , and gave it Law. II. If you too great a Prospect doe allow To those whom Ignorance does at distance Seat , 'T is not to say , the Object is less great , But they want sight to apprehend it so : The ancient Poets in their times , When thro' the Peopl'd Streets they sung their Rhimes , Found small applause ; they sung but still were poor ; Repeated Wit enough at every door . T' have made 'em demy Gods ! but 't wou'd not do , Till Ages more refin'd esteem'd 'em so . The Modern Poets have with like Success , Quitted the Stage , and Sallyed from the Press Great Iohnson scarce a Play brought forth , But Monster-like it frighted at its Birth : Yet he continued still to write , And still his Satyr did more sharply bite . He writ tho certain of his Doom , Knowing his Pow'r in Comedy : To please a wiser Age to come : And though he Weapons wore to Justify The reasons of his Pen ; he cou'd not bring , Dull Souls to Sense by Satyr , nor by Cudgelling . III. In vain the Errors of the Times , You strive by wholesom Precepts to Confute , Not all your Pow'r in Prose or Rhimes , Can finish the Dispute : 'Twixt those that damn , and those that do admire : The heat of your Poetick fire . Your Soul of Thought you may imploy A Nobler way , Then in revenge upon a Multitude , Whose Ignorance only makes 'em rude . Shou'd you that Justice do , You must for ever bid adieu , To Poetry divine , And ev'ry Muse o' th' Nine : For Malice then with Ignorance would join , And so undo the World and You : So ravish from us that delight , Of seeing the VVonders which you Write : And all your Glories unadmir'd must lye , As Vestal Beauties are Intomb'd before they dye . IV. Consider and Consult your VVit , Despise those Ills you must indure : And raise your Scorne as great as it , Be Confident and then Secure . And let your rich-fraught Pen , Adventure out agen ; Maugre the Stormes that do opose its course , Stormes that destroy without remorse : It may new Worlds descry , VVhich Peopl'd from thy Brain may know More than the Universe besides can show : More Arts of Love , and more of Gallantry . Write on ! and let not after Ages say , The Whistle or rude Hiss cou'd lay Thy mighty Spright of Poetry , Which but the Fools and Guilty fly ; Who dare not in thy Mirror see Their own Deformity : Where thou in two , the World dost Character , Since most of Men Sir Graves , or Peacocks are . V. And shall that Muse that did ere while , Chant forth the Glories of the British Isle , Shall shee who lowder was than Fame ; Now useless lie , and tame ? Shee who late made the Amazons so Great , And shee who Conquered Scynthia too ; ( Which Alexander ne're coud do ) Will you permitt her to retreat ? Silence will like Submision show : And give Advantage to the Foe ! Undaunted let her once gain appear , And let her lowdly Sing in every Ear : Then like thy Mistris Eyes , who have the skill , Both to preserve a kill ; To thou at once maist be revengd on those That are thy Foes . And on thy Friends such Obligations lay , As nothing but the Deed ; the Doer can repay . To Lysander at the Musick-Meeting . IT was too much , ye Gods , to see and hear ; Receiving wounds both from the Eye and Ear : One Charme might have secur'd a Victory , Both , rais'd the Pleasure even to Extasie : So Ravisht Lovers in each others Armes , Faint with excess of Joy , excess of Charmes : Had I but gaz'd and fed my greedy Eyes , Perhaps you 'd pleas'd no farther than surprize . That Heav'nly Form might Admiration move , But , not without the Musick , charm'd with Love : At least so quick the Conquest had not been ; You storm'd without , and Harmony within : Nor cou'd I listen to the sound alone , But I alas must look — and was undone : I saw the Softness that compos'd your Face , While your Attention heightend every Grace : Your Mouth all full of Sweetness and Content , And your fine killing Eyes of Languishment : Your Bosom now and than a sigh wou'd move , ( For Musick has the same effects with Love. ) Your Body easey and all tempting lay , Inspiring wishes which the Eyes betray , In all that have the fate to glance that way : A carless and a lovely Negligence , Did a new Charm to every Limb dispence : So look young Angels , Listening to the sound , When the Tun'd Spheres Glad all the Heav'ns around : So Raptur'd lie amidst the wondering Crowd , So Charmingly Extended on a Cloud . When from so many ways Loves Arrows storm , Who can the heedless Heart defend from harm ? Beauty and Musick must the Soul disarme ; Since Harmony , like Fire to VVax , does fit The softned Heart Impressions to admit : As the brisk sounds of Warr the Courage move , Musick prepares and warms the Soul to Love. But when the kindling Sparks such Fuel meet , No wonder if the Flame inspir'd be great . An Ode to Love. I DUll Love no more thy Senceless Arrows prize , Damn thy Gay Quiver , break thy Bow ; 'T is only young Lysanders Eyes , That all the Arts of Wounding know . II. A Pox of Foolish Politicks in Love , A wise delay in Warr the Foe may harme : By Lazy Siege while you to Conquest move ; His fiercer Beautys vanquish by a Storme . III. Some wounded God , to be reveng'd on thee , The Charming Youth form'd in a lucky houre , Drest him in all that fond Divinity , That has out-Rivall'd thee , a God , in Pow'r . IV. Or else while thou supinely laid Basking beneath som Mirtle shade , In careless sleepe , or tir'd with play , When all thy Shafts did scatterd ly ; Th'unguarded Spoyles he bore away , And Arm'd himself with the Artillery . V. The Sweetness from thy Eyes he took , The Charming Dimples from thy Mouth , That wonderous Softness when you spoke ; And all thy Everlasting Youth . VI. Thy bow , thy Quiver , and thy Darts : Even of thy Painted Wings has rifled thee , To bear him from his Conquer'd broken Hearts , To the next Fair and Yeilding She. Love Reveng'd , A Song . I. CElinda who did Love Disdain , For whom had languisht many a Swain ; Leading her Bleating Flock to drink , She spy'd upon the Rivers Brink A Youth , whose Eyes did well declare , How much he lov'd , but lov'd not her . II. At first she Laught , but gaz'd the while , And soon she lessen'd to a Smile ; Thence to Surprize and Wonder came , Her Breast to heave , her Heart to flame : Then cry'd she out , Now , now I prove , Thou art a God , Almighty Love. III. She would have spoke , but shame deny'd , And bid her first consult her Pride ; But soon she found that Aid was gone ; For Love alas had left her none : Oh how she burns , but 't is too late , For in her Eyes she reads her Fate . SONG . To a New Scotch Tune . I. YOung Iemmy was a Lad , Of Royal Birth and Breeding , With ev'ry Beauty Clad : And ev'ry Grace Exceeding ; A face and shape so wondrous fine , So Charming ev'ry part ; That every Lass upon the Green : For Iemmy had a Heart . II. In Iemmy's Powerful Eyes , Young Gods of Love are playing , And on his Face there lies A Thousand Smiles betraying . But Oh he dances with a Grace , None like him e'er was seen ; No God that ever fancy'd was , Has so Divine a Miene . III. To Iemmy ev'ry Swaine Did lowly doff his Bonnet ; And every Nymph would strain , To praise him in her Sonnet : The Pride of all the Youths he was , The Glory of the Groves , The Joy of ev'ry tender Lass : The Theam of all our Loves . IV. But Oh Unlucky Fate , A Curse upon Ambition : The Busie Fopps of State Have ruin'd his Condition . For Glittering Hopes he'as left the Shade , His Peaceful Hours are gone : By flattering Knaves and Fools betray'd , Poor Iemmy is undone . The Cabal at Nickey Nackeys . I. A Pox of the Statesman that 's witty , Who watches and Plots all the Sleepless Night : For Seditious Harangues , to the Whiggs of the City ; And Maliciously turns a Traytor in Spight . Let him Wear and Torment his lean Carrion : To bring his Sham-Plots about , Till at last King Bishop and Barron , For the Publick Good he have quite rooted out . II. But we that are no Polliticians , But Rogues that are Impudent , Barefac'd and Great , Boldly head the Rude Rable in times of Sedition ; And bear all down before us , in Church & in State. Your Impudence is the best State-Trick ; And he that by Law meanes to rule , Let his History with ours be related ; And tho' we are the Knaves , we know who 's the Fool. A Paraphrase on the Eleventh . Ode Out of the first Book of Horace . DEar Silvia let 's no farther strive , To know how long we have to Live ; Let Busy Gown-men search to know Their Fates above , while we Contemplate Beauties greater Power below , Whose only Smiles give Immortality ; But who seeks Fortune in a Star , Aims at a Distance much too far , She 's more inconstant than they are . What though this year must be our last , Faster than Time our Joys let 's hast ; Nor think of Ills to come , or past . Give me but Love and Wine , I 'll ne'er Complain my Destiny 's severe . Since Life bears so uncertain Date , With Pleasure we 'll attend our Fate , And Chearfully go meet it at the Gate . The Brave and Witty know no Fear or Sorrow , Let us enjoy to day , we 'll dye to Morrow . A Translation . I. LYDIA , Lovely Maid , more fair Than Milk or whitest Lilies are , Than Polisht Indian Iv'ry shows , Or the fair unblushing Rose . II. Open , Maid , thy Locks , that hold Wealth more bright than shining Gold , Over thy white shoulders laid , Spread thy Locks , my Charming Maid . III. Lydia , ope ' thy starry Eyes , Shew the Beds where Cupid lies , Open , Maid , thy Rosie-Cheeks , Red as Sun declining streaks . IV. Shew thy Coral Lips , my Love , Kiss me softer than the Dove , Till my Ravisht Soul does lie Panting in an Ecstasie . V. Oh hold — and do not pierce my Heart , Which beats , as life wou'd thence depart , Hide thy Breasts that swell and rise , Hide 'em from my wishing Eyes . VI. Shut thy Bosome , white as Snow , Whence Arabian perfumes slow ; Hide it from my Raptur'd Touch , I have gaz'd — and kist too much . VII . Cruel Maid — on Malice bent , Seest thou not my Languishment ? Lydia ! — Oh I faint ! — I die ! With thy Beauties Luxury . A PARAPHRASE On Ovid's Epistle of OENONE to PARIS . THE ARGUMENT . Hecuba , being with Child of Paris , dream'd she was delivered of a Firebrand : Priam , consulting the Prophets , was answer'd the Child shou'd be the Destruction of Troy , wherefore Priam commanded it should be deliver'd to wild Beasts as soon as born ; but Hecuba conveys it secretly to Mount Ida , there to be foster'd by the Shepherds , where he falls in love with the Nymph OEnone , but at last being known and own'd , he sails into Greece , and carries Helen to Troy , which OEnone understanding , writes him this Epistle . TO thee , dear Paris , Lord of my Desires , Once tender Partner of my softest Fires ; To thee I write , mine , while a Shepherd's Swain , But now a Prince , that Title you disdain . Oh fatal Pomp , that cou'd so soon divide What Love , and all our sacred Vows had ty'd ! What God , our Love industrious to prevent , Curst thee with power , and ruin'd my Content ? Greatness , which does at best but ill agree With Love , such Distance sets 'twixt Thee and Me. Whilst thou a Prince , and I a Shepherdess , My raging Passion can have no redress . Wou'd God , when first I saw thee , thou hadst been This Great , this Cruel , Celebrated thing . That without hope I might have gaz'd and bow'd , And mixt my Adorations with the Crowd ; Unwounded then I had escap'd those Eyes , Those lovely Authors of my Miseries . Not that less Charms their fatal pow'r had drest , But Fear and Awe my Love had then supprest : My unambitious Heart no Flame had known , But what Devotion pays to Gods alone . I might have wondr'd , and have wisht that He , Whom Heaven shou'd make me love , might look like Thee . More in a silly Nymph had been a sin , This had the height of my Presumption been . But thou a Flock didst feed on Ida's Plain , And hadst no Title , but The lovely Swain . A Title ! which more Virgin Hearts has won , Than that of being own'd King Priam's Son. Whilst me a harmless Neighbouring Cotager You saw , and did above the rest prefer . You saw ! and at first sight you lov'd me too , Nor cou'd I hide the wounds receiv'd from you . Me all the Village Herdsmen strove to gain , For me the Shepherds sigh'd and su'd in vain , Thou hadst my heart , and they my cold disdain . Not all their Offerings , Garlands , and first born Of their lov'd Ewes , cou'd bribe my Native scorn . My Love , like hidden Treasure long conceal'd , Cou'd onely where 't was destin'd , be reveal'd . And yet how long my Maiden blushes strove Not to betray my easie new-born Love. But at thy sight the kindling Fire wou'd rise , And I , unskill'd , declare it at my Eyes . But oh the Joy ! the mighty Ecstasie Possest thy Soul at this Discovery . Speechless , and panting at my feet you lay , And short breath'd Sighs told what you cou'd not say . A thousand times my hand with Kisses prest , And look'd such Darts , as none cou'd e'er resist . Silent we gaz'd , and as my Eyes met thine , New Joy fill'd theirs , new Love and shame fill'd mine ! You saw the Fears my kind disorder show'd And breaking Silence Faith anew you vow'd ! Heavens , how you swore by every Pow'r Divine You wou'd be ever true ! be ever mine ! Each God , a sacred witness you invoke , And wish'd their Curse when e'er these Vows you broke . Quick to my Heart each perjur'd Accent ran , Which I took in , believ'd , and was undone . " Vows are Love's poyson'd Arrows , and the heart So wounded , rarely finds a Cure from Art. At least this heart which Fate has destin'd yours , This heart unpractis'd in Love's mystick pow'rs , For I am soft and young as April Flowers . Now uncontroll'd we meet , uncheck'd improve Each happier Minute in new Joys of Love ! Soft were our hours ! and lavishly the Day We gave intirely up to Love , and Play. Oft to the cooling Groves our Flocks we led , And seated on some shaded , flowery Bed , Watch'd the united Wantons as they fed . And all the Day my list'ning Soul I hung Upon the charming Musick of thy Tongue , And never thought the blessed hours too long . No Swain , no God like thee cou'd ever move , Or had so soft an Art in whisp'ring Love , No wonder for thou art Ally'd to Iove ! And when you pip'd , or sung , or danc'd , or spoke , The God appear'd in every Grace , and Look . Pride of the Swains , and Glory of the Shades , The Grief , and Joy of all the Love-sick Maids . Thus whilst all hearts you rul'd without Controul , I reign'd the absolute Monarch of your Soul. Each Beach my Name yet bears , carv'd out by thee , Paris , and his OEnone fill each Tree ; And as they grow , the Letters larger spread , Grow still a witness of my Wrongs when dead ! Close by a silent silver Brook there grows A Poplar , under whose dear gloomy Boughs A thousand times we have exchang'd our Vows ! Oh may'st thou grow ! t' an endless date of Years ! Who on thy Bark this fatal Record bears ; When Paris to OEnone proves untrue , Back Xanthus Streams shall to their Fountains slow . Turn ! turn your Tides ! back to your Fountains run ! The perjur'd Swain from all his Faith is gone ! Curst be that day , may Fate appoint the hour , As Ominous in his black Kalendar ; When Venus , Pallas , and the Wife of Iove Descended to thee in the Mirtle Grove , In shining Chariots drawn by winged Clouds : Naked they came , no Veil their Beauty shrouds ; But every Charm , and Grace expos'd to view , Left Heav'n to be survey'd , and judg'd by you . To bribe thy voice Iuno wou'd Crowns bestow , Pallas more gratefully wou'd dress thy Brow With Wreaths of Wit ! Venus propos'd the choice Of all the fairest Greeks ! and had thy Voice . Crowns , and more glorious Wreaths thou didst despise , And promis'd Beauty more than Empire prize ! This when you told , Gods ! what a killing fear Did over all my shivering Limbs appear ? And I presag'd some ominous Change was near ! The Blushes left my Cheeks , from every part The Bloud ran swift to guard my fainting heart . You in my Eyes the glimmering Light perceiv'd Of parting Life , and on my pale Lips breath'd Such Vows , as all my Terrors undeceiv'd . But soon the envying Gods disturb'd our Joy , Declar'd thee Great ! and all my Bliss destroy ! And now the Fleet is Anchor'd in the Bay , That must to Troy the glorious Youth convey . Heavens ! how you look'd ! and what a Godlike Grace At their first Homage beautify'd your Face ! Yet this no Wonder , or Amazement brought , You still a Monarch were in Soul , and thought ! Nor cou'd I tell which most the News augments , Your Joys of Pow'r , or parting Discontents . You kist the Tears which down my Cheeks did glide , And mingled yours with the soft falling Tide , And 'twixt your Sighs a thousand times you said , Cease my OEnone ! Cease my charming Maid ! If Paris lives his Native Troy to see , My lovely Nymph , thou shalt a Princess be ! But my Prophetick Fears no Faith allow'd , My breaking Heart resisted all you vow'd . Ah must me part , I cry'd ! that killing word No farther Language cou'd to Grief afford . Trembling , I fell upon thy panting Breast , Which was with equal Love , and Grief opprest , Whilst sighs and looks , all dying spoke the rest . About thy Neck my feeble Arms I cast , Not Vines , nor Ivy circle Elms so fast . To stay , what dear Excuses didst thou frame , And fansiedst Tempests when the Seas were calm ? How oft the Winds contrary feign'd to be , When they , alas , were onely so to me ! How oft new Vows of lasting Faith you swore , And 'twixt your Kisses all the old run o'er ? But now the wisely Grave , who Love despise , ( Themselves past hope ) do busily advise . Whisper Renown , and Glory in thy Ear , Language which Lovers fright , and Swains ne'er hear . For Troy they cry ! these Shepherds Weeds lay down , Change Crooks for Scepters ! Garlands for a Crown ! " But sure that Crown does far less easie sit , " Than Wreaths of Flow'rs , less innocent and sweet . " Nor can thy Beds of State so gratefull be , " As those of Moss , and new faln Leaves with me ! Now tow'rds the Beach we go , and all the way The Groves , the Fern , dark Woods , and springs survey ; That were so often conscious to the Rites Of sacred Love , in our dear stoln Delights . With Eyes all languishing , each place you view , And sighing cry , Adieu , dear Shades , Adieu ! Then 't was thy Soul e'en doubted which to doe , Refuse a Crown , or those dear Shades forego ! Glory and Love ! the great dispute pursu'd , But the false Idol soon the God subdu'd . And now on Board you go , and all the Sails Are loosned , to receive the flying Gales . Whilst I , half dead on the forsaken Strand , Beheld thee sighing on the Deck to stand , Wasting a thousand Kisses from thy Hand . And whilst I cou'd the lessening Vessel see , I gaz'd , and sent a thousand Sighs to thee ! And all the Sea-born Nereids implore Quick to return thee to our Rustick shore . Now like a Ghost I glide through ev'ry Grove , Silent , and sad as Death , about I rove , And visit all our Treasuries of Love ! This Shade th' account of thousand Joys does hide , As many more this murmuring Rivers side , Where the dear Grass , still sacred , does retain The print , where thee and I so oft have lain . Upon this Oak thy Pipe , and Garland's plac'd , That Sicamore is with thy Sheep-hook grac'd . Here feed thy Flock , once lov'd though now thy scorn , Like me forsaken , and like me forlorn ! A Rock there is , from whence I cou'd survey From far the blewish Shore , and distant Sea , Whose hanging top with toyl I climb'd each day , With greedy View the prospect I ran o'er , To see what wish'd for ships approach'd our shore . One day all hopeless on its point I stood , And saw a Vessel bounding o'er the Flood , And as it nearer drew , I cou'd discern Rich Purple Sails , Silk Cords , and Golden Stern ; Upon the Deck a Canopy was spread Of Antique work in Gold and Silver made , Which mix'd with Sun beams dazling Light display'd . But oh ! beneath this glorious Scene of State ( Curst be the sight ) a fatal Beauty sate . And fondly you were on her Bosome lay'd , Whilst with your perjur'd Lips her Fingers play'd ; Wantonly curl'd and dally'd with that hair , Of which , as sacred Charms , I Bracelets wear . Oh! hadst thou seen me then in that mad state , So ruin'd , so design'd for Death and Fate , Fix'd on a Rock , whose horrid Precipice In hollow Murmurs wars with Angry Seas ; Whilst the bleak Winds aloft my Garments bear , Ruffling my careless and dishevel'd hair , I look'd like the sad Statue of Despair . With out-strech'd voice I cry'd , and all around The Rocks and Hills my dire complaints resound . I rent my Garments , tore my flattering Face , Whose false deluding Charms my Ruine was . Mad as the Seas in Storms , I breathe Despair , Or Winds let loose in unresisting Air. Raging and Frantick through the Woods I fly , And Paris ! lovely , faithless Paris cry . But when the Echos sound thy Name again , I change to new variety of Pain . For that dear name such tenderness inspires , And turns all Passion to Loves softer Fires : With tears I fall to kind Complaints again , So Tempests are allay'd by Show'rs of Rain . Say , lovely Youth , why wou'dst thou thus betray My easie Faith , and lead my heart astray ? I might some humble Shepherd's Choice have been , Had I that Tongue ne'er heard , those Eyes ne'er seen . And in some homely Cott , in low Repose , Liv'd undisturb'd with broken Vows and Oaths : All day by shaded Springs my Flocks have kept , And in some honest Arms at night have slept . Then unupbraided with my wrongs thou 'dst been Safe in the Joys of the fair Grecian Queen : What Stars do rule the Great ? no sooner you Became a Prince , but you were Perjur'd too . Are Crowns and Falshoods then consistent things ? And must they all be faithless who are Kings ? The Gods be prais'd that I was humbly born , Even thô it renders me my Paris scorn . For I had rather this way wretched prove , Than be a Queen and faithless in my Love. Not my fair Rival wou'd I wish to be , To come prophan'd by others Joys to thee . A spotless Maid into thy Arms I brought , Untouch'd in Fame , ev'n Innocent in thought . Whilst she with Love has treated many a Guest , And brings thee but the leavings of a Feast : With Theseus from her Country made Escape , Whilst she miscall'd the willing Flight , a Rape . So now from Atreus Son , with thee is fled , And still the Rape hides the Adult'rous Deed. And is it thus Great Ladies keep intire That Vertue they so boast , and you admire ? Is this a Trick of Courts , can Ravishment Serve for a poor Evasion of Consent ? Hard shift to save that Honour priz'd so high , Whilst the mean Fraud's the greater Infamy . How much more happy are we Rural Maids , Who know no other Palaces than Shades ? Who wish no Title to inslave the Crowd , Lest they shou'd babble all our Crimes aloud . No Arts our Good to shew , our Ill to hide , Nor know to cover faults of Love with Pride . I lov'd , and all Love 's Dictates did pursue , And never thought it cou'd be Sin with you . To Gods , and Men , I did my Love proclaim ; For one soft hour with thee , my charming Swain , Wou'd Recompence an Age to come of Shame , Cou'd it as well but satisfie my Fame . But oh ! those tender hours are sled and lost , And I no more of Fame , or Thee can boast ! 'T was thou wert Honour , Glory , all to me : Till Swains had learn'd the Vice of Perjury , No yielding Maids were charg'd with Infamy . 'T is false and broken Vows make Love a Sin , Hads thou been true , We innocent had been . But thou less faith than Autumn leaves do'st show , Which ev'ry Blast bears from their native Bough . Less Weight , less Constancy , in thee is born , Than in the slender mildew'd Ears of Corn. Oft when you Garlands wove to deck my hair , Where mystick Pinks , and Dazies mingled were , You swore 't was fitter Diadems to bear : And when with eager Kisses prest my hand , Have said , How well a Scepter 't wou'd command ! And when I danc'd upon the Flow'ry Green , With charming , wishing Eyes survey my Mien , And cry ! the God 's design'd thee for a Queen ! Why then for Helen dost thou me forsake ? Can a poor empty Name such difference make ? Besides if Love can be a Sin , thine 's one , To Menelaus Helen does belong . Be Just , restore her back , She 's none of thine , And , charming Paris , thou art onely mine . 'T is no Ambitious Flame that makes me sue To be again belov'd , and blest by you ; No vain desire of being ally'd t' a King , Love is the onely Dowry I can bring , And tender Love is all I ask again . Whilst on her dang'rous Smiles fierce War must wait With Fire and Vengeance at your Palace gate , Rouze your soft Slumbers with their rough Alarms , And rudely snatch you from her faithless Arms : Turn then , fair Fugitive , e'er 't is too late , E'er thy mistaken Love procures thy Fate ; E'er a wrong'd Husband does thy Death design , And pierce that dear , that faithless Heart of thine . A VOYAGE TO THE Isle of LOVE . An Account from Lisander to Lysidas his Friend . AT last dear Lysidas , I 'l set thee Free , From the disorders of Uncertainty ; Doubt's the worst Torment of a generous Mind , Who ever searching what it cannot find , Is roving still from wearied thought to thought , And to no settled Calmness can be brought : The Cowards Ill , who dares not meet his Fate , And ever doubting to be Fortunate , Falls to that Wretchedness his fears Create . I should have dy'd silent , as Flowers decay , Had not thy Friendship stopt me on my way , That friendship which our Infant hearts inspir'd , E're them Ambition or false Love had fir'd : Friendship ! which still enlarg'd with years and sense Till it arriv'd to perfect Excellence ; Friendship ! Mans noblest bus'ness ! without whom The out-cast Life finds nothing it can own , But Dully dyes unknowing and unknown , Our searching thought serves only to impart It 's new gain'd knowledge to anothers Heart ; The truly wise , and great , by friendship grow , That , best instruct 'em how they should be so , That , only sees the Error of the Mind , Which by its soft reproach becomes Refin'd ; Friendship ! which even Loves mighty power controuls , When that but touches ; this Exchange Souls , The remedy of Grief , the safe retreat Of the scorn'd Lover , and declining great . This sacred tye between thy self and me , Not to be alter'd by my Destiny ; This tye , which equal to my new desires Preserv'd it self amidst Loves softer Fires , Obliges me , ( without reserve ) 't impart To Lycidas the story of my Heart ; Tho' 't will increase its present languishment , To call to its remembrance past content So drowning Men near to their native shore ( From whence they parted near to visit more ) Look back and sigh , and from that last Adieu , Suffer more pain then in their Death they do , That grief , which I in silent Calms have born , It will renew , and rowse into a Storm . The TRUCE . With you unhappy Eyes that first let in To my fond Heart the raging Fire , With you a Truce I will begin , Let all your Clouds , let all your Show'rs retire , And for a while become serene , And you my consiant rising Sighs forbear , To mix your selves with flying Air , But utter Words , among that may express , The vast degrees of Ioy and Wretchedness . And you my Soul ! forget the dismal hour , When dead and cold Aminta lay , And no kind God , no pittying Power The hasty fleeting Life would stay ; Forget the Mad , the Raving pain That seiz'd Thee at a sight so new , When not the Wind let loose , nor raging Main Was so destructive and so wild as thou ? Forget thou saw'st the lovely yielding Maid , Dead in thy trembling Arms Iust ●n the Ravishing hour , when all her Charms A willing Victim to thy Love was laid , Forget that all is fled thou didst Adore , And never , never , shall return to bless Thee more . Twelve times the Moon has borrow'd Rays ; that Night Might favour Lovers stealths by Glimmering Light : Since I imbarqu'd on the inconstant Seas With people of all Ages and Degrees , All well dispos'd and absolutely bent , To visit a far Country call'd Content . The Sails were hoisted , and the Streamers spread , And chearfully we cut the yielding Floud ; Calm was the Sea , and peaceful every Wind , As if the Gods had with our Wishes joyn'd To make us prosperous ; All the whispering Air Like Lovers Joys , was soft , and falsly fair . The ruffling Winds were hush'd in wanton sleep , And all the Waves were silenc'd in the deep : No threatning Cloud , no angry Curl was found , But bright , serene , and smooth , 't was all around : But yet believe false Iris if she weep , Or Amorous Layis will her promise keep , Before the Sea , that Flatters with a Calm , Will cease to ruin with a rising Storm , For now the Winds are rows'd , the Hemisphere Grows black , and frights the hardy Mariner , The Billows all into Dis-order hurl'd , As if they meant to bury all the World ; And least the Gods on us should pity take , They seem'd against them too , a War to make . Now each affrighted to his Cabin Flyes , And with Repentance Load the angry Skyes ; Distracted Prayers they all to Heaven Address , While Heaven best knows , they think of nothing less ; To quit their Interest in the World 's their fear , Not whether , — but to go , — is all their Care , And while to Heav'n , their differing crimes they mount , Their vast dis-orders doubles the account ; All pray , and promise fair , protest and weep , And make those Vows , they want the pow'r to keep , But sure with some , the angry Gods were pleas'd ; For by degrees their Rage and Thunder ceas'd : In the rude War no more the Winds engage , And the destructive Waves were tir'd with their own Rage ; Like a young Ravisher , that has won the day , O're-toil'd and Panting , Calm and Breathless lay , While so much Vigour in the Incounter's lost , They want the pow'r a second Rape to Boast . The Sun in Glory daignes again t' appear ; But we who had no Sense , but that of fear , Cou'd scarce believe , and lessen our dispair . Yet each from his imagin'd Grave gets out , And with still doubting Eyes looks round about . Confirm'd they all from Prayer to Praises hast , And soon forgot the sense of dangers past ; And now from the recruited Top-mast spy'd , An Island that discover'd Natures Pride : To which was added , all that Art could do To make it Tempting and Inviting too ; All wondering Gaz'd upon the happy place , But none knew either where , or what it was : Some thought , th' Inaccessible Land 't had been , And others that Inchantment they had seen , At last came forth a Man , who long before Had made a Voyage to that fatal shoar , Who with his Eyes declin'd , as if dismaid , At sight of what he dreaded : Thus he said , THis is the Coast of Africa , Where all things sweetly move ; This is the Calm Atlantick Sea , And that the Isle of Love ; To which all Mortals Tribute pay , Old , Young , the Rich and Poor ; Kings do their awful Laws obey , And Shepherds do Adore . There 's none its forces can resist , Or its Decrees Evince , It Conquers where , and whom it list , The Cottager and Prince . In entering here , the King resigns , The Robe and Crown he wore ; The Slave new Fetters gladly joyns To those he dragg'd before . All thither come , early or late , Directed by desire , Not Glory can divert their fate , Nor quench the Amorous fire . The Enterances on every side , Th● Attracts and Beauties Guard , The Graces with a wanton Pride , By turn secure the Ward . The God of Love has lent 'em Darts , With which they gently Greet , The heedless undefended Hearts That pass the fatal Gate . None e're escapt the welcom'd blow , Which ner'e is sent in vain ; They Kiss the Shaft , and Bless the Foe , That gives the pleasing Pain . Thus whilst we did this grateful story learn , We came so near the Shoar , as to discern The Place and Objects , which did still appear More Ravishing , approaching 'em more near . There the vast Sea , with a smooth calmness flows ▪ As are the Smiles on happy Lovers Brows : As peaceably as Rivulets it glides , Imbracing still the shaded Islands sides ; And with soft Murmurs on the Margent flows , As if to Nature it design'd Repose ; Whose Musick still is answer'd by the Breeze , That gently plays with the soft ruff'd Trees . Fragrant and Flowry all the Banks appear Whos 's mixt dis-orders more delightful were , Then if they had been plac'd with Artful care , The Cowslip , Lilly , Rose and Jesamine , The Daffodil , the Pink and Eglintine , Whose gawdy store continues all the year , Makes but the meanest of the Wonders here . Here the young Charmers walk the Banks a-long , Here all the Graces and the Beauties throng . But what did most my Admiration draw , Was that the Old and Ugly there I saw , Who with their Apisn Postures , void of shame Still practice Youth , and talk of Darts and Flame I laught to see a Lady out of date , A worn out Beauty , once of the first rate ; With youthful Dress , and more fantastick Prate , Setting her wither'd Face in thousand forms , And thinks the while she Dresses it in charms ; Disturbing with her Court : the busier throng Ever Addressing to the Gay and Young ; There an old Batter'd Fop , you might behold , Lavish his Love , Discretion , and his Gold On a fair she , that has a Trick in Art , To cheat him of his Politicks and Heart ; Whilst he that Jilts the Nation ore and ore , Wants sense to find it in the subtiller W — re . The Man that on this Isle before had been , Finding me so admire at what I 'd seen ; Thus said to me . — LOVE's Power . LOVE when he Shoots abroad his Darts , Regards not where they light : The Aged to the Youthful Hearts , At random they unite . The soft un-bearded Youth , who never found The Charms in any Blooming Face , From one of Fifty takes the Wound ; And eagerly persues the cunning Chase : While she an Arted Youth puts on ; Softens her Voice , and languishes her Eyes ; Affects the Dress , the Mean , the Tone . Assumes the noysy Wit , and ceases to be Wise ; The tender Maid to the Rough Warrier yields ; Vnfrighted at his Wounds and Scars , Pursues him through the Camps and Fields , And Courts the story of his dangerous Wars , With Pleasure hears his Scapes , and does not fail , To pay him with a Ioy for every Tale. The fair young Bigot , full of Love and Prayer , Doats on the lewd and careless Libertine ; The thinking States-man fumbles with the Player , And dearly buys the ( barely wishing ) Sin. The Peer with some mean Damsel of the trade , Expensive , common , ugly and decay'd : The gay young Squire , on the blouz'd Landry Maid . All things in Heaven , in Earth , and Sea , Love give his Laws unto ; Tho' under different Objects , they Alike obey , and bow ; Sometimes to be reveng'd on those , Whose Beauty makes 'em proudly nice , He does a Flame on them impose , To some unworthy choice . Thus rarely equal Hearts in Love you 'l find , Which makes 'em still present the God as Blind . Whilst thus he spake , my wondering Eyes were staid With a profound attention on a Maid ! Upon whose Smiles the Graces did a-wait , And all the Beauties round about her sate ; Officious Cupid's do her Eyes obey , Sharpning their Darts from every Conquering Ray : Some from her Smiles they point with soft desires , Whilst others from her Motion take their Fires : Some the Imbroider'd Vail and Train do bear , And some around her fan the gentle Air , Whilst others flying , scatter fragrant Show'rs , And strow the paths she tread with painted flow'rs The rest are all imploy'd to dress her Bow'rs ; While she does all , the smiling Gods carress , And they new Attributes receive from each Address . The CHARACTER . SVch Charms of Youth , such Ravishment Through all her Form appear'd , As if in her Creation Nature meant , She shou'd a-lone be ador'd and fear'd : Her Eyes all sweet , and languishingly move , Yet so , as if with pity Beauty strove , This to decline , and that to charm with Love. A chearful Modesty adorn'd her Face , And bashful Blushes spread her smiling Cheeks ; Witty her Air ; soft every Grace , And 't is eternal Musick when she speaks , From which young listening Gods the Accents take And when they wou'd a perfect Conquest make , Teach their young favourite Lover so to speak . 2. Her Neck , on which all careless fell her Hair , Her half discover'd rising Bosome bare , Were beyond Nature form'd ; all Heavenly fair . Tempting her dress , loose with the Wind it flew , Discovering Charms that wou'd alone subdue , Her soft white slender Hands whose touches wou'd Beget desire even in an awful God ; Long Winter'd Age to tenderness wou'd move , And in his Frozen Blood , bloom a new spring of Love. All these at once my Ravisht Senses charm'd , And with unusual Fires my Bosome warm'd . Thus my sixt Eyes pursu'd the lovely Maid , Till they had lost her in the envied Glade ; Yet still I gaz'd , as if I still had view'd The Object , which my new desires pursu'd . Lost while I stood ; against my Will , my sight Conducted me unto a new delight . Twelve little Boats were from the Banks unty'd , And towards our Vessel sail'd with wondrous Pride , With wreathes of Flowers and Garlands they were drest , Their Cordage all of Silk and Gold consist , Their Sails of silver'd Lawn , and Tinsel were , Which wantonly were ruf●led in the Air. As many little Cupids gayly clad , Did Row each Boat , nor other guides they had . A thousand Zephires Fann'd the moving Fleet , Which mixing with the Flow'rs became more sweet , And by repeated Kiss did assume From them a scent that did the Air perfume . So near us this delightful Fleet was come , We cou'd distinguish what the Cupid's sung , Which oft with charming Notes they did repeat , With Voices such as I shall ne're forget . You that do seek with Amorous desires , To tast the Pleasures of the Life below , Land on this Island , and renew your Fires , For without Love , there is no joy , you know . Then all the Cupids waiting no Commands , With soft inviting Smiles present their Hands , And in that silent Motion seem'd to say , You ought to follow , when Love leads the way . Made with delight , and all transported too , I quitted Reason , and resolv'd to go ; For that bright charming Beauty I had seen , And burnt with strange desire to see agen , Fill'd with new hope , I laught at Reasons force , And towards the Island , bent my eager Course ; The Zephires at that instant lent their Aid , And I into Loves Fleet was soon convey'd , And by a thousand Friendships did receive , Welcomes which none but God's of Love coud give ▪ Many possest with my Curiosity , Tho' not inspir'd like me , yet follow'd me , And many staid behind , and laught at us : And in a scoffing tone reproacht us thus , Farewel Adventurers , go search the Ioy , Which mighty Love inspires , and you shall find , The treatment of the wond'rous Monarch Boy , In 's Airy Castle always soft and kind . We on the fragrant Beds of Roses laid , And lull'd with Musick which the Zephires made , When with the Amorous silken Sails they plaid . Rather did them as wanting Wit account , Then we in this affair did Judgment want , With Smiles of pity only answer'd them , Whilst they return'd us pitying ones again . Now to the wisht for Shoar , with speed we high ; Vain with our Fate , and eager of our Joy , And as upon the Beech we landed were , An awful Woman did to us repair . Goddess of Prudence ! who with grave advice , Counsels the heedless Stranger to be Wise ; She guards this Shoar , and Passage does forbid , But now blind Sense her Face from us had hid ; We pass'd and dis-obey'd the heavenly Voice , Which few e'er do , but in this fatal place . Now with impatient hast , ( but long in vain ) I seek the Charming Author of my Pain , And haunt the Woods , the Groves , and ev'ry Plain . I ask each Chrystal Spring , each murmuring Brook , Who saw my fair , or knows which way she took ? I ask the Eccho's when they heard her Name ? But they cou'd nothing but my Moans proclaim ; My Sighs , the fleeting Winds far off do bear , My Charmer , coud no soft complaining hear : At last , where all was shade , where all was Gay ; On a Brooks Brink , which purling past away , A sleep the lovely Maid extended lay ; Of different Flowers , the Cupids made her Bed , And Ros●y Pillows , did support her Head ; With what transported Joy my Soul wa● fill'd , When I , the Object of my wish beheld , My greedy View each lovely part survey'd ; On her white Hand , her Blushing Cheek was laid Half hid in Roses ; yet did so appear As if with those , the Lillys mingled were ; Her thin loose Robe did all her shape betray , ( Her wondrous shape that negligently lay ) And every Tempting Beauty did reveal , But what young bashful Maids wou'd still conceal ; Impatient I , more apt to hope than fear , Approacht the Heav'nly sleeping Maid more near ; The place , my flame , and all her Charms invite To t●st the sacred Joys of stoln delight . The Grove was silent , and no Creature by , But the young smiling God of Love and I ; But as before the awful shrine , I kneel'd , Where Loves great Mystery was to be reveal'd , A Man from out the Groves recess appears , Who all my boasted Vigor turn'd to fears , He slackt my Courage by a kind surprize , And aw'd me with th' Majesty of his Eyes ; I bow'd , and blusht , and trembling did retire , And wonder'd at the Pow'r that checkt my fire ; So excellent a Mean , so good a Grace , So grave a Look , such a commanding Face ; In modest Speech , as might well subdue , Youth 's native wildness ; yet 't was gracious too . A little Cupid waiting by my side , ( Who was presented to me for a guide , ) Beholding me decline , the Sleeping Maid , To gaze on this Intruder , — Thus he said . RESPECT . I. HIM whom you see so awful and severe , Is call'd Respect , the Eldest Son of Love ; Esteem his Mother is ; who every where Is the best Advocate to all the fair , And knows the most obliging Arts to move : Him you must still carress , and by his Grace , You I conquer all the Beauties of the Place ; To gain him 't is not Words will do , His Rhetorick is the Blush and Bow. II. He even requires that you shou'd silent be , And understand no Language but from Eyes , Or Sighs , the soft Complaints on Cruelty ; Which soonest move the Heart they wou'd surprize : They like the Fire in Limbecks gently move , What words ( too hot and fierce ) destroy ; These hy degrees infuse a lasting Love ; Whilst those do soon burn out the short blaz'd Ioy. These the all gaining Youth requires , And bears to Ladies Hearts the Lambent Fires ; And He that wou'd against despair be proof , Can never keep him Company enough . Instructed thus , I did my steps direct , Towards the necessary Grave Respect , Whom I soon won to favour my design , To which young LOVE his promis'd aid did joyn . This wak't Aminta , who with trembling fear , Wonder'd to see a stranger enter'd there ; With timrous Eyes the Grove she does survey , Where are my LOVES she crys ! all fled away ? And left me in this gloomy shade alone ? And with a Man ! Alas , I am undone . Then strove to fly ; but I all prostrate lay , And grasping fast her Robe , oblig'd her stay ; Cease lovely Charming Maid , Oh cease to fear , I faintly cry'd , — There is no Satyr , near ; I am of humane Race , whom Beauty Aws , And born an humble Slave to all her Laws ; Besides we 're not alone within the Grove , Behold Respect , and the young God of LOVE : How can you fear the Man who with these two , In any Shade or hour approaches you ? Thus by degrees her Courage took its place ; And usual Blushes drest again her Face , Then with a Charming Air , her Hand she gave , She bade me rise , and said she did believe . And now my Conversation does permit ; But oh the entertainment of her Wit , Beyond her Beauty did my Soul surprize , Her Tongue had Charms more pow'rful than her Eyes ! Ah Lysidas , hadst thou a list'ner been To what she said ; tho' her thou ne're had'st seen , Without that Sense , thou hadst a Captive been . Guess at my Fate , — but after having spoke , Many indifferent things : Her leave she took . The Night approach't , and now with Thoughts opprest , I minded neither where , nor when to Rest , When my Conducter LOVE ! whom I pursu'd , Led to a Palace call'd Inquietude , INQUIETUDE . A Neighbouring Villa which derives its name , From the rude sullen Mistress of the same ; A Woman of a strange deform'd Aspect ; Peevishly pensive , fond of her neglect ; She never in one posture does remain , Now leans , lyes down , then on her Feet again ; Sometimes with Snails she keeps a Lazy pace , And sometimes runs like Furies in a Chase ; She seldom shuts her Watchful Eyes to sleep , Which pale and languid does her Visage keep ; Her loose neglected Hair disorder'd grows ; Which undesign'd her Fingers discompose ; Still out of Humour , and deprav'd in Sense , And Contradictive as Impertinence ; Distrustful as false States-men , and as nice In Plots , Intrigues , Intelligence and Spies . To her we did our Duty pay , but she Made no returns to our Civility . Thence to my Bed ; where rest in vain I sought , For pratling LOVE still entertain'd my thought , And to my Mind , a thousand Fancies brought : Aminta's Charms and Pow'rful Attractions , From whence I grew to make these soft Reflections . The REFLECTION . I. WHat differing Passions from what once I felt , My yielding Heart do melt , And all my Blood as in a Feaver burns , Yet shivering Cold by turns . What new variety of hopes and fears ? What suddain fits of Smiles and Tears ? Hope ! Why dost thou sometimes my Soul imploy With Prospects of approaching Ioy ? Why dost thou make me pleas'd and vain , And quite forget last minutes pain : What Sleep wou'd calm , Aminta keeps awake ; And I all Night soft Vows and Wishes make . VVhen to the Gods I would my Prayers address , And sue to be forgiven , Aminta's name , I still express , And Love is all that I confess , Love and Aminta ! Ever out Rival Heaven ! II. Books give me no content at all ; Vnless soft Cowly entertain my Mind , Then every pair in Love I find ; Lysander him , Aminta her , I call : Till the bewitching Fewel raise the fire ; VVhich was design'd but to divert , Then to cool Shades I ragingly retire , To ease my hopeless panting Heart , Yet thereto every thing begets desire . Each flowry Bed , and every loanly Grove , Inspires new VVishes , new impatient Love. Thus all the Night in vain I sought repose , And early with the Sun next day , I rose ; Still more impatient grew my new desires , To see again the Author of my Fires , Love leads me forth , to little * CARES we pass , Where Love instructed me Aminta was ; Far from Inquietude this Village stands , And for its Beauty all the rest commands ; In all the Isle of Love , not one appears , So ravishingly Gay as Little Cares . Little CARES , or Little Arts to please . I. THither all the Amorous Youth repair , To see the Objects of their Vows ; No Iealousies approach 'em there ; They Banish Dulness and Despair ; And only Gayety and Mirth allow . The Houses cover'd o're with flow'rs appear , Like fragrant Arbours all the year , VVhere all the dear , the live-long day , In Musick , Songs , and Balls is past away : All things are form'd for pleasure and delight , VVhich finish not but with the Light ; But when the Sun returns again , They hold with that bright God an equal Reign . II. There no Reproaches dwell ; that Vice Is banisht with the Coy and Nice . The Froward there learn Complysance ; There the Dull VVise , his Gravity forsakes , The Old dispose themselves to Dance , And Melancholy wakens from his Trance , And against Nature sprightly Humour takes . The formal States-man does his Int'rest quit , And learns to talk of Love and VVit ; There the Philosopher speaks Sense , Such as his Mistress Eyes inspire ; Forgets his learned Eloquence , Nor now compares his Flame to his own Chimick fire . III. The Miser there opens his Golden heaps , And at Love's Altar , offers the rich Prize ; His needless fears of want does now despise , And as a lavish Heir , he Treats and Reaps The Blessings that attend his grateful Sacrifice . Even the Fluttering Coxcomb there Does less ridiculous appear : For in the Crowd some one unlucky Face , With some particular Grimmas , Has the ill fate his Heart to gain , Which giues him just the Sense to know his pain ; Whence he becomes less talkative and vain . There 't is the Muses dwell ! that sacred Nine , Who teach the inlarged Soul to prove , No Arts or Sciences Divine , But those inspir'd by Them and Love ! Gay Conversation , Feast , and Masquerades , Agreeable Cabals , and Serinades ; Eternal Musick , Gladness , Smiles and Sport , Make all the bus'ness of this Little Court. At my approach new Fires my Bosom warm ; New vigor I receive from every Charm : I found invention with my Love increase ; And both instruct me with new Arts to please ; New Gallantrys I sought to entertain , And had the Joy to find 'em not in vain ; All the Extravagance of Youth I show , And pay'd to Age the Dotage I shall owe ; All a beginning Passion can conceive , What beauty Merits , or fond Love can give . With diligence I wait Aminta's look , And her decrees from Frowns or Smiles I took , To my new sixt resolves , no stop I found , My Flame was uncontroul'd and knew no bound ; Unlimited Expences every day On what I thought she lik'd , I threw away : My Coaches , and my Liverys , rich and new , In all this Court , none made a better show . Aminta here was unconfin'd and free , And all a well-born Maid cou'd render me She gave : My early Visits does allow , And more ingagingly receives me now , Her still increasing Charms , Her soft Address , A Partial Lover cannot well Express , Her Beautys with my slame each hour increase . 'T was here my Soul more true content receiv'd , Then all the Duller hours of Life I 'd liv'd . — But with the envying Night I still repair To Inquietude ; none lodge at little Care. The hasty Minutes summon me away , While parting pains surmount past hours of Joy , And Nights large Reckoning over-pays the day . The GOD of Sleep his wonted Aid denys ; Lends no repose , or to my Heart or Eyes : Only one hour of Rest , the breaking Morning brought , In which this happy Dream Assail'd my Thought , The DREAM . ALL Trembling in my Arms Aminta lay , Defending of the Bliss , I strove to take ▪ Raising my Rapture by her kind delay , Her force so charming was and weak . The soft resistance did betray the Grant , While I prest on the Heaven of my desires ; Her rising Breasts with nimbler Motions Pant ; Her dying Eyes assume new Fires . Now to the height of languishment she grows , And still her looks new Charms put on ; — Now the last Mystery of Love she knows , We Sigh , and Kiss : I wak'd , and all was done . 'T was but a Dream , yet by my Heart I knew , Which still was Panting , part of it was true : Oh how I strove the rest to have believ'd ; Asham'd and Angry to be undeceiv'd ! But now LOVE calls me forth ; and scarce allows A Moment to the Gods to pay my Vows : He all Devotion has in dis-esteem , But that which we too fondly render him : LOVE drest me for the day ; and both repair , With an impatient hast to Little Care ; Where many days m' advantage I pursu'd , But Night returns me to Inquietude ; There suffer'd all that absent Lovers griev'd , And only knew by what I felt I liv'd ; A t●●●sand little Fears afflict my Heart , A 〈…〉 ormer order quite subvert ; T 〈…〉 which all day my hope imploy'd , S 〈…〉 w too excellent to be enjoy'd . I number all my RIVALS over now , Th●n Raving Mad with Jealousie I grow , Which does my Flame to that vast height increase ; That here I found , I lov'd to an Excess : These wild Distractions every Night increase , But day still reconciles me into Peace ; And I forget amidst their soft Delights , The un-imagin'd torment of the Nights . 'T was thus a while I liv'd at little Care , Without advance of Favour or of fear , When fair Amin●a from that Court departs , And all her Lovers leave with broken Hearts , On me alone she does the Grace confer , In a Permission I shou'd wait on her . Oh with what eager Joy I did obey ! Joy , which for fear it shou'd my Flame betray , I Veil'd with Complisance ; which Lovers Eyes Might find transported through the feign'd disguise ; But hers were unconcern'd ; or wou'd not see , The Trophies of their new gain'd Victory : Aminta now to Good Reception goes ; A place which more of Entertainment shows Then State or Greatness ; where th' Inhabitants , Are Civil to the height of Complisance ; They Treat all Persons with a chearful Grace , And show 'em all the pleasures of the Place ; By whose Example bright Aminta too , Confirm'd her self , and more obliging grew . Her Smiles and Air more Gracious now appear ; And her Victorious Eyes more sweetness wear : The wonderous Majesty that drest her Brow , Becomes less Awful , but more Charming now : Her Pride abating does my Courage warm , And promises success from every Charm. She now permits my Eyes , with timorous Fears , To tell her of the Wounds she 'as made by hers , Against her Will my Sighs she does approve , And seems well pleas'd to think they come from Love. Nothing oppos'd it self to my delight , But absence from Aminta every Night . But LOVE , who recompences when he please , And has for every Cruelty an ease ; Who like to bounteous Heaven , assigns a share Of future Bliss to those that suffer here : Led me to HOPE ! A City fair and large , Built with much Beauty , and Adorn'd with Charge . HOPE . 'T IS wonderous Populous from the excess , Of Persons from all parts that thither press : One side of this magnifick City stands , On a foundation of unfaithful Sands ; Which oftentimes the glorious Load destroys , Which long designing was with Pomp and Noise ; The other Parts well founded neat and strong , Less Beautiful , less Business , and less Throng . 'T is built upon a Rivers Bank , who 's clear And Murmuring Glide , delights the Eye and Ear. The River of PRETENSION . THis River 's call'd Pretension ; and its source T' a bordering Mountain owes , from whence with force , It spreads into the Arms of that calm space , Where the proud City dayly sees her face ; 'T is treacherously smooth and falsly fair , Inviting , but undoing to come near ; 'Gainst which the Houses there find no defence , But suffer undermining Violence ; Who while they stand , no Palaces do seem , In all their Glorious Pomp to equal them . This River's Famous for the fatal Wrecks , Of Persons most Illustrious of both Sex , Who to her Bosom with soft Whispers drew , Then basely smil ▪ d to see their Ruin too . 'T is there so many Monarch perisht have , And seeking Fame alone have sound a Grave . 'T was thither I was tempted too , and LOVE Maliciously wou'd needs my Conduct prove ; Which Passion now to such a pass had brought , It gave admittance to the weakest thought , And with a full carreer to this false Bay I ran . But met Precaution in my way . With whom Respect was , who thus gravely said , Pretension is a River you must Dread : Fond Youth decline thy fatal Resolution , Here unavoidably thou meets Confusion ; Thou flyst with too much hast to certain Fate , Follow my Counsel , and be Fortunate . Asham'd , all Blushing I decline my Eyes , Yet Bow'd and Thank'd Respect for his advice . From the bewitching River straight I hy'd , And hurried to the Cities farthest side . Where lives the Mighty Princess Hope ? to whom The whole Isle as their ORACLE do come ; Tho'little Truth remains in what she says , Yet all adore her Voice , and her Wise Conduct praise . The Princess HOPE . I. SHe blows the Youthful Lovers flame , And promises a sure repose ; Whilst with a Treason void of shame , His fancy'd Happiness o're-throws . Her Language is all soft and fair , But her hid Sense is naught but Air , And can no solid reason bear ; As often as she speaks , Her faithless Word she breaks ; Great in Pretension , in Performance small , And when she Swears 't is Perjury all . Her Promises like those of Princes are , Made in Necessity and War , Cancell'd without remorse , at ease , In the voluptuous time of Peace . II. These are her qualities ; but yet She has a Person full of Charms , Her Smiles are able to beget Forgiveness for her other harms ; She 's most divinely shap'd , her Eyes are sweet , And every Glance to please she does employ , With such address , she does all persons treat , As none are weary of her flattery , She still consoles the most afflicted Hearts , And makes the Proud vain of his fancy'd Arts. Amongst the rest of those who dayly came , T' admire this Princess , and oblige their flame , ( Conducted thither by a false report , That Happiness resided in her Court ) Two young successless Lovers did resort : One , so above his Aim had made pretence , That even to Hope , for him , was Impudence ; Yet he 'gainst Reasons Arguments makes War , And vainly Swore , his Love did merit her . Boldly Attempted , daringly Addrest , And with unblushing Confidence his flame confest . The other was a Bashful Youth , who made His Passion his Devotion , not his Trade ; No fond opiniater , who a price , Sets on his Titles , Equipage , or Eyes , But one that had a thousand Charms in store , Yet did not understand his Conquering Pow'r : This Princess with a kind Address receives These Strangers ; and to both new Courage gives . She animates the haughty to go on ! Say — A Town long besieg'd must needs be won . Time and Respect remove all obstacles , And obstinate Love , arrives at Miracles . Were she the ▪ Heir to an illustrious Crown , Those Charms , that haughty meen , that fam'd renown , That wond'rous skill you do in Verse profess , That great disdain of common Mistresses ; Can when you please with aid of Billet Deux , The Royal Virgin to your Arms subdue , One skill ▪ d in all the Arts to please the fair , Shou'd be above the Sense of dull despair : Go on young noble Warrier then go on , Though all the fair are by that Love undone . Then turning to the other : Sir , said she , Were the bright Beauty you Adore like me , Your silent awful Passion more wou'd move , Than all the bold and forward Arts of Love. A Heart the softest composition forms , And sooner yielde by treaty , then by storms ; A Look , a Sigh , a Tear , is understood , And makes more warm dis-orders in the Blood , Has more ingaging tender Eloquence , Then all the industry of Artful Sense , So falling drops with their soft force alone , Insinuate kind impressions in obdurate stone . But that which most my pity did imploy , Was a young Hero , full of Smiles and Joy. A noble Youth to whom indulgent Heaven , Had more of Glory then of Virtue given ; Conducted thither by a Politick throng , The Rabble Shouting as he past along , Whilst he , vain with the beastly Din they make , ( Which were the same , if Bears were going to stake ) Addresses to this faithless Flatterer ; Who in return , calls him , young God of War ! The Cities Champion ! and his Countries Hope , The Peoples Darling , and Religious Prop. Scepters and Crowns does to his view expose ; And all the Fancied pow'r of Empire shows . In vain the Vision he wou'd dis-believe , In spight of Sense she does his Soul deceive : He Credits all ! nor ask's which way or how , The dazling Circle shall surround his Brow ; Implicitly attends the slattering Song , Gives her his easy Faith , and is undone . For with one turn of State the Frenzy 's heal'd , The Blind recover and the Cheats reveal'd . Whilst all his Charms of Youth and Beauty lies , The kind reproach of pitying Enemies . To me she said , and smiling as she spoke , Lisander , you with Love , have Reason took , Continue so , and from Aminta's Heart , Expect what Love and Beauty can impart . I knew she flatter'd , yet I cou'd not choose But please my Self , and credit the Abuse ; Her charming Words that Night repos'd me more , Then all the grateful Dreams I 'd had before . Next day I rose , and early with the Sun ; Love guided me to Declaration , A pleasant City built with Artful Care , To which the Lovers of the Isle repair . In our pursuit Respect dissatisfy'd , Did the unreasonable Adventure chide ; Return unheedy Youth cry'd he , return ! Let my advice th' approaching danger warn : Renounce thy Purpose and thy haste decline , Or thou wilt ruine all Loves great design ; Amaz'd I stood , and unresolv'd t' obey , Cou'd not return , durst not pursue my way ; Whilst LOVE who thought himself concern'd as Guide , I' th' Criminal Adventure . Thus reply'd : LOVE's Resentment . MVst we eternal Martyrdom pursue ? Must we still Love , and always suffer too ? Must we continue still to dye , And ne'r declare the cruel Cause ; Whilst the fair Murdress asks not why , But triumphs in her rigorous Laws ; And grows more mighty in disdain , More Peevish , Humorous , Proud and Vain ; The more we languish by our Pain ? And when we Vow , Implore , and Pray , Shall the Inhumane cruel fair , Only with nice disdain the sufferer pay ? Consult her Pride alone in the affair , And coldly cry — In time perhaps I may — Consider and redress the Youth's despair ; And when she wou'd a Period put to 's Fate , Alas , her cruel Mercy comes too late ! But wise Respect obligingly reply'd , Amintas Cruelty you need not dread , Your Passion by your Eyes will soon be known , Without this hast to Declaration ; 'T is I will guide you where you still shall find , Aminta in b●st Humour and most kind . Strong were his Arguments ; his Reasonings prove Too pow'rful for the angry God of Love. Who by degrees t' his native softness came , Yields to Respect and owns his haste a blame . Both vow obedience to his judging Wit , And to his graver Conduct both submit , Who now invites us to a Reverend place , An ancient Town , whose Governor he was . Impregnable , with Bastions fortify'd , Guarded with fair built Walls on every side , The top of which the Eye cou'd scarce discern , So strong as well secur'd the Rich concern ; Silence with Modesty and Secresy , Have all committed to their Custody . Silence to every questions ask'd , reply With apt Grimasses of the Face and Eyes ; Her Finger on her Mouth ; and as you 've seen , Her Picture , Handsom , with fantastick mean , Her every Motion her Commands express , But seldom any the hid Soul confess . The Virgin Modesty is wond'rous fair , A bashful Motion , and a blushing Air ; With un-assur'd regard her Eyes do move , Untaught by affectation or Self-love ; Her Robes not gaudy were , nor loosely ty'd , But even concealing more then need be hid . For Secresie , one rarely sees her Face , Whose lone Apartment is some Dark recess ; From whence unless some great affairs oblige , She finds it difficult to dis-ingage ; Her voice is low , but subtilly quick her Ears , And answers still by signs to what she hears ; Led by Respect we did an entrance get , Not saying any thing , who ere we met . The City of DISCRETION . THE Houses there , retir'd in Gardens are , And all is done with little noise , One seldom sees Assemblies there , Or publick shows for Grief or Ioys . One rarely walks but in the Night , And most endeavour to avoid the Light. There the whole World their bus'ness carry , Without or confident , or Secretary : One still is under great constraint , Must always suffer , but ne'r make complaint , 'T is there the dumb and silent languishes , Are predic'd , which so well explain the Heart : Which without speaking can so much express , And secrets to the Soul the nearest way impart ; Language which prettily perswades belief ; Who 's silent Eloquence obliges Ioy or Grief . This City 's called Discretion , being the name Of her that is Lieutenant of the same , And Sister to Respect ; a Lady who Seldom obtains a Conquest at first view ; But in repeated Visits one shall find , Sufficient Charms of Beauty and of Mind : Her vigorous piercing Eyes can when they please , Make themselves lov'd , and understood with Ease . Not too severe , but yet reserv'd and wise , And her Address is full of subtilties ; Which upon all occasions serves her turn ; T' express her Kindness , and to hide her scorn ; Dissimulations Arts , she useful holds , And in good manners sets 'em down for rules . T was here Aminta liv'd , and here I paid My constant visits to the lovely Maid . With mighty force upon my Soul I strove , To hide the Sent'ments of my raging Love. All tha● I spoke did but indifferent seem , Or went no higher than a great esteem . But 't was not long my Passion I conceal'd , My flame in spight of me , it self reveal'd . The silent Confession . AND tho' I do not speak , alas , My Eyes , and Sighs too much do say ! And pale and languishing my Face , The torments of my Soul betray ; They the sad story do unfold , Love cannot his own secrets hold ; And though Fear ty's my Tongue ; Respect my Eyes , Yet something will disclose the pain ; Which breaking out throw's all disguise ; Reproaches her with Cruelties ; Which she augments by new disdain ; — Where e're she be , I still am there ; What-ere she do , I that prefer ; In spight of all my strength , at her approach , I tremble with a sight or touch ; Paleness or Blushes does my Face surprize , If mine by chance meet her encountering Eyes ; T was thus she learn'd my VVeakness , and her Pow'r ; And knew too well she was my Conqueror . And now — Her Eyes no more their wonted Smiles afford , But grew more sierce , the more they were ador'd ; The marks of her esteem which heretofore Rais'd my aspiring flame , oblige no more ; She calls up all her Pride to her defence ; And as a Crime condemns my just pretence ; Me from her presence does in Fury chase ; No supplications can my doom reverse ; And vainly certain of her Victory , Retir'd into the Den of Cruelty . The Den of Cruelty . A Den where Tygers make the passage good , And all attempting Lovers make their Food ; I' th' hollow of a mighty Rock 't is plac'd , VVhich by the angry Sea is still imbrac'd : VVhose frightful surface constant Tempest wears , VVhich strikes the bold Adventurers with Fears . The Elements their rudest VVinds send out , VVhich blow continual coldness round about . Vpon the Rock eternal VVinters dwells , VVhich weeps away in dropping Isicles ; The barren hardness meets no fruitful Ray , Nor bears it Issue to the God of day ; All bleek and cale , th' unshady prospect lie● And nothing grateful meets the melanc●ol● Eyes . To this dire place Aminta goes , whilst●● , Begg'd her with Prayers and Tears to pass it by ; All dying on the Ground my self I cast , And with my Arms her flying Feet imbrac'd ; But she from the kind force with Fury flung , And on an old deformed Woman hung . A Woman frightful , with a horrid Frown , And o're her angry Eyes , her Brows hung down : One single Look of hers , fails not t' impart , A terror and despair to every Heart : She fills the Universe with discontents , And Torments for poor Lovers still invents . This is the mighty Tyrant Cruelty , Who with the God of Love is still at enmity ; She keeps a glorious Train , and glorious Court , And thither Youth and Beauty still resort : But oh my Soul form'd for Loves softer Sport , Cou'd not endure the Rigor of her Court ! Which her first rude Address did so affright , That I all Trembling hasted from her Sight , Leaving the unconcern'd and cruel Maid , And on a Rivers Bank my self all fainting laid ; Which River from the obdurate Rock proceeds , And cast's it self i' th' Melancholy Meads . The River of Despair . IT s Torrent has no other source , But Tears from dying Lovers Eyes ; Which mixt with Sighs precipitates its course ; Softning the sensless Rocks in gliding by ; Whose doleful Murmurs have such Eloquence ; That even the neighbouring Trees and flow'rs have pitying sense ; And Cruelty alone knows in what sort , Against the moving sound to make defence , Who laughs at all despair and Death as sport . A dismal Wood the Rivers Banks do bear , Securing even the day from entering there ; The Suns bright Rays a passage cannot find , Whose Boughs make constant War against the Wind ; Yet though their Leaves glimmers a sullen Light ; Which renders all below more terrible than Night , And snows upon the Bark of every Tree , Sad stories carv'd of Love and Cruelty ; The Grove is fill'd with Sighs , with Crys , and Groans ▪ Reproaches and Complaints in dying Moans ; The Neighbouring Eccho's nothing do repeat , But what the Soul sends forth with sad regret ; And all things there no other Murmurs make , But what from Language full of death they take , 'T was in this place dispairing ere to free Aminta from the Arms of Cruelty , That I design'd to render up my Breath , And charge the cruel Charmer with my Death . The RESOLVE . NOw my fair Tyrant I despise your Pow'r ; 'T is Death , not you becomes my Conqueror ; This easy Trophy which your scorn , Led bleeding by your Chariot-side ; Your haughty Victory to adorn , Has broke the Fetters of your Pride , Death takes his quarrel now in hand , And laughs at all your Eyes can do ; His pow'r thy Beauty can withstand , Not all your Smiles can the grim victor bow . He 'll hold no Parley with your Wit , Nor understands your wanton play , Not all your Arts can force him to submit , Not all your Charms can teach him to obey , Your youth nor Beauty can inspire , His frozen Heart with Love's perswasive fire ; Alas , you cannot warm him to one soft desire ; Oh mighty Death that art above , The pow'r of Beauty or of Love ! Thus sullen with my Fate sometimes I grew , And then a fit of softness wou'd ensue , Then weep , and on my Knees implore my Fair , And speak as if Aminta present were . The QUESTION . SAY my fair Charmer , must I fall , A Victim to your Cruelty ? And must I suffer as a Criminal ? Is it to Love offence enough to dye ? Is this the recompence at last , Of all the restless hours I 've past ? How oft my Awe , and my Respect , Have fed your Pride and Scorn ? How h 〈…〉 your neglect , Too mighty to be born ? How have I strove to hide that flame You seem'd to dis-approve ? How careful to avoid the name Of Tenderness or Love ? Least at that Word some guilty Blush shou'd own , What your bright Eyes forbad me to make known . Thus fill'd the neighbouring Eccho's with my Cry , Did nothing but reproach , complain and dye : One day — All hopeless on the Rivers Brink I stood , Resolv'd to plunge into the Rapid Floud , That Floud that eases Lovers in despair , And puts an end to all their raging care : 'T is hither those betray'd by Beauty come , And from this kinder stream receive their doom ; Here Birds of Ominous presages Nest , Securing the forlorn Inhabitants from rest : Here Mid-night-Owls , night-Crows , and Ravens dwell , Filling the Air with Melancholy Yell : Here swims a thousand Swans , whose doleful moan Sing dying Lovers Requiems with their own : I gaz'd around , and many Lovers view'd , Gastly and pale , who my design pursu'd ; But most inspir'd by some new hope , or won To finish something they had left undone ; Some grand Important bus'ness of their Love , Did from the fatal precipice remove : For me , no Reason my designs disswade , Till Love all Breathless hasted to my Aid ; With force m' unfixing Feet he kindly graspt , And tenderly reproacht my desperate hast , Reproach'd my Courage , and condemn'd my Wit , That meanly cou'd t' a Womans scorn submit , That cou'd to feed her Pride , and make her vain , Destroy an Age of Life , for a short date of pain : He wou'd have left me here , but that I made , So many friendships as did soon perswade , The yielding Boy , who Smil'd , resolv'd and staid , He rais'd my Head , and did again renew , His Flatteries , and all the Arts he knew : To call my Courage to its wonted place . What cry'd he — ( sweetly Angry ) shall a Face Arm'd with the weak resistance of a Frown , Force us to lay our Claims and Titles down ? Shall Cruelty a peevish Woman prove , Too strong to be overcome by Youth and Love ? No! rally all thy Vigor , all thy Charms , And force her from the cruel Tyrants Arms ; Come , once more try th' incens'd Maid to appease , Death 's in our pow'r to grasp when ere we please ; He said — And I the heavenly voice attend , Whilst towards the Rock our hasty steps we bend , Before the Gates with all our forces lye , Resolv'd to Conquer , or resolv'd to dye ; In vain Love all his feeble Engines rears , His soft Artillery of Sighs and Tears , Were all in vain — against the Winds were sent , For she was proof 'gainst them and languishment : Repeated Vows and Prayers mov'd no Remorse , And 't was to Death alone I had Recourse : Love in my Anguish bore a mighty part , He pityed , but he cou'd not ease my Heart : A thousand several ways he had assay'd , To touch the Heart of this obdurate Maid ; Rebated all his Arrow 's still return , For she was fortify'd with Pride and Scorn . The useless Weapons now away he flung , Neglected lay his Ivory Bow unstrung , His gentle Azure Wings were all unprun'd , And the gay Plumes a fading Tinct assum'd ; Which down his snowy sides extended lay , And now no more in wanton Motions play . He blusht to think he had not left one dart , Of force enough to wound Aminta's Heart ; He blusht to think she shou'd her freedom boast , Whilst mine from the first Dart he sent was lost : Thus tir'd with our Complaints ; ( whilst no relief , Rescu'd the fleeting Soul , from killing Grief ) We saw a Maid approach , who 's lovely Face , Disdain'd the Beauties of the common race : Soft were her Eyes , where unfeign'd Sorrow dwelt , And on her Cheeks in pitying Show'rs they melt ; Soft was her Voice , and tenderly it strook , The eager listening Soul , when e're she spoke ; And what did yet my Courage more augment , She wore this sadness for my languishment . And sighing said , ah Gods ! have you Beheld this dying Youth , and never found , A pity for a Heart so true ? Which dyes adoring her that gave the Wound , His Youth , his Passion , and his Constancy , Merits ye God's a kinder Destiny . With pleasure I attended what she said , And wonder'd at the friendship of the Maid . Of LOVE I ask'd her name ? who answer'd me , 'T was Pity : Enemy to Cruelty : Who often came endeavouring to abate , The Languishments of the unfortunate ; And said , if she wou'd take my injur'd part , She soon wou'd soften fair Aminta's Heart ; For she knows all the subtillest Arts to move , And teach the timorous Virgin how to love . With Joy I heard , and my Address apply'd , To gain the Beauteous Pity to my Side : Nothing I left untold that might perswade , The listening Virgin to afford her aid . Told her my Passions , Sorrows , Pains and Fears , And whilst I spoke , confirm'd 'em with my Tears ; All which with down-cast Eyes she did attend , And blushing said , my Tale had made a Friend ; I bow'd and thankt her with a chearful look , Which being return'd by hers , her leave she took : Now to Aminta all inhaste she hyes , Whom she assail'd with sorrow in her Eyes , And a sad story of my Miseries . Which she with so much tenderness exprest , As forc'd some Sighs from the fair Charmers Breast ; The subtil Pity found she should prevail , And oft repeats th' insinuating Tale , And does insensibly the Maid betray , Where Love and I , Panting and Trembling lay ; Where she beheld th' effects of her disdain , And in my languid Face she read my Pain . Down her fair Cheeks some pitying drops did glide ; Which cou'd not be restrain'd by feebler Pride ; Against my anguish she had no defence , Such Charms had grief , my Tears such Eloquence ; My Sighs and Murmurs she began t' approve , And listen'd to the story of my LOVE . With tenderness , she did my Sufferings hear , And even my Reproaches now cou'd bear : At last my trembling Hand in hers she took , And with a charming Blush , these Words she spoke : I. FAithful Lisander , I your Vows approve , And can no longer hide , My Sense of all your suffering Love , With the thin Veil of Pride . II. 'T was long in Vain that Pity did assail , My cold and stubborn Heart ; Ere on th' insensible she cou'd prevail , To render any Part. III. To her for all the tenderness , Which in my Eyes you find , You must your gratitude express , 'T is Pity only makes me kind . IV. Live then Lisander , since I must confess , In spight of all my native modesty , I cannot wish that you shou'd Love me less , Live then and hope the Circling Sun may see , In his swift course a grateful change in me , And that in time your Passion may receive , All you dare take , and all a Maid may give . Oh Lysidas , I cannot here relate , The Sense of Joy she did in me create ; The sudden Blessing overcame me so , It almost finisht , what Grief fail'd to do ; I wanted Courage for the soft surprize , And waited re-enforcements from her Eyes : At last with Transports which I cou'd not hide , Raising my self from off the ground , I cry'd . The TRANSPORT . REjoyce ! my new made happy Soul , Rejoyce ! Bless the dear minute , bless the Heav'nly voice , That has revok't thy fatal doom ; Rejoyce ! Aminta leads thee from the Tomb. Banish the anxious thoughts of dying hours , Forget the shades and melancholy Bow'rs , Thy Eyes so oft bedew'd with falling show'rs ; Banish all Thoughts that do remain , Of Sighing Days and Nights of Pain , When on neglected Beds of Moss thou 'st lain : Oh happy Youth ! Aminta bids thee live ; Thank not the sullen God's or defer Stars , Since from her Hand thou dost the Prize receive ; Hers be the Service , as the bounty hers ; For all that Life must dedicated be , To the fair God-like Maid that gave it Thee . Now Lysidas , behold my happy State ; Behold me Blest , behold me Fortunate , And from the height of languishing despair , Rais'd to the Glory of Aminta's care : And this one moment of my Heaven of Joy , Did the remembrance of past Griefs destroy : And Pity ceas'd not here ; but with new Eloquence , Obliges the shy Maid to visit Confidence . CONFIDENCE . A Lady lovely , with a charming Meen , Gay , frank , and open , and an Air serene ; In every Look she does her Soul impart , With ease one reads the Sent'ments of her Heart ; Her Humour generous , and her Language free , And all her Conversation graceful Liberty : Her Villa is Youth 's general Rendezvous , Where in delightful Gardens , winding Groves , The happy Lovers dwell with secresie , Vn-interrupted by fond Iealousie : 'T is there with Innocence , they do and say A thousand things , to pass the short-liv'd day : There free from censuring Spies , they entertain , And pleasures tast , un-intermixt with pain . 'T is there we see , what most we do adore , And yet we languish to discover more . Hard fate of Lovers , who are ne'er content , In an Estate so Blest and Innocent . But still press forward , urg'd by soft desires , To Joys that oft extinguishes their Fires ; In this degree I found a happiness , Which nought but wishing more cou'd render less ▪ I saw Aminta here without controul , And told her all the Secrets of my Soul ; Whilst she t' express her height of Amity , Communicated all her Thoughts to me . The REFLECTION . OH with what Pleasure did I pass away , The too swift course of the delightful day ! What Ioys I found in being a Slave , To every Conquering Smile she gave , Whose every sweetness wou'd inspire , The Cinick and the Fool with Love ; Alas , I needed no more Fire , Who did its height already prove : Ah my Aminta ! had I been content , With this degree of Ravishment , With the nee'r satisfy'd delight I took , Only to prattle Love , to sigh and look , With the dull Bartering Kiss for Kiss , And never aim'd at higher Bliss , With all the stealths forgetful Lovers make , VVhen they their Little Covenants break : To these sad shades of Death I 'd not been hurl'd , And thou mightst still have blest the drooping VVorld ; But though my Pleasure were thus vast and high , Yet Loves insatiate Luxury , Still wish●d , reveal'd the unknown Mystery . But still Love importun'd , nor cou'd I rest , So often , and impatiently he prest , That I the lovely Virgin wou'd invite , To the so worshipp'd Temple of Delight . By all the Lovers Arts I strove to move , And watch the softest Minutes of her Love , Which against all my Vows and Prayers were proof . Alas she lov'd , but did not love enough : And I cou'd no returns but Anger get , Her Heart was not intirely conquer'd yet ; For liking , I mistook her Complysance , And that for Love ; when 't was her Confidence . But 't was not long my Sighs I did imploy , Before she rais'd me to the height of Joy. And all my Fears and Torments to remove , Yields I shall lead her to the Court of LOVE . Here Lysidas thou thinks me sure and blest , With Recompence for all my past unrest ; But fortun'd smil'd the easier to betray , She 's less inconstant than a Lover's Joy : For whilst our Chariot Wheels out-stript the Wind , Leaving all thought of Mortal Cares behind . Whilst we sate gazing full of new surprize , Exchanging Souls from eithers darting Eyes , We encounter'd One who seem'd of great Command , Who seiz'd the Reins with an all-pow'rful hand : Awful his looks , but rude in his Address , And his Authority roughly did express ; His violent Hands he on Aminta laid , And out of mine snatch'd the dear trembling Maid ; So suddenly as hinder'd my defence , And she cou'd only say in parting thence . Forgive Lisander what by force I do , Since nothing else can ravish me from you ; Make no resistance , I obey * Devoir . Who values not thy Tears , thy Force or Prayer , Retain thy Faith and Love Aminta still , Since she abandons thee against her Will. Immoveable I remain'd with this surprize , Nor durst reply so much as with my Eyes . I saw her go , but was of Sense bereav'd , And only knew from what I heard , I liv'd ; Yes , yes , I heard her last Commands , and thence By violent degrees retriev'd my Sense . Ye Gods in this your Mercy was severe , You might have spar'd the useless favour here . But the first Thoughts my Reason did conceive , Were to pursue the injurious Fugitive . Raving , that way I did my haste direct , But once more met the Reverend Respect , From whom I strove my self to dis-ingage , And faign'd a calmness to disguise my Rage . In vain was all the Cheat , he soon perceiv'd , Spight of my Smiles , how much , and why I griev'd ; Saw my despairs , and what I meant to do , And begg'd I wou'd the rash Design forego ; A thousand dangers he did represent , T' win me from the desperate attempt . I ever found his Counsel just and good , And now resolv'd it shou'd not be withstood ; Thus he ore-came my Rage , but did not free , My Soul from Griefs more painful Tyranny ; Grief tho' more soft , did not less cruel prove , Madness is easier far then hopeless Love. I parted thus , but knew not what to do ; Nor where I went ; nor did I care to know ; With folded Arms , with weeping Eyes declin'd , I search the unknown shade , I cou'd not find , And mixt my constant Sighs with flying Wind. By slow unsteady steps the Paths I trace , Which undesign'd conduct me to a place Fit for a Soul distrest ; obscur'd with shade , Lonely and sit for Love and Sorrow made ; The Murmuring Boughs themselves together twist , And 't wou'd allow to Grief her self some rest , Inviron'd 'tis with lofty Mountains round , From whence the Eccho's , Sighs , and Crys rebound ; Here in the midst and thickest of the Wood , Cover'd with bending Shades a Castle stood , Where Absence that dejected Maid remains , Who nothing but her Sorrow entertains . ABSENCE . HER mourning languid Eyes are rarely shown , Vnless to those afflicted like her own ; Her lone Apartment all obscure as Night , Discover'd only by a glimmering Light : Weeping she sate her Face with Grief dismaid , Which all its natural sweetness has decaid ; Yet in despight of Grief there does appear , The ruin'd Monuments of what was fair , E'r cruel Love and Grief had took possession there These made her old without the aid of Years ; Worn out , and faint with lingring hopes and fears ; She seldom answers ought but with her Tears . No Train attends , she only is obey'd By Melancholy , that soft , silent Maid : A Maid that fits her Humour every way , With whom she passes all the tedious day : No other object can her Mind content , She Feeds and Flatters all her languishment ; The noisy Streams that from high Mountains fall ; And water all the Neighbouring flowry Vale : The Murmurs of the Rivulets that glide , Against the bending Seges on the side ; Of mournful Birds the sad and tuneful Noats , The Bleats of straggling Lambs , and new yean'd Goats : The distant Pipe of some lone Mountain Swain , Who to his injur'd Passion fits his strain ; Is all the Harmony , her Soul can entertain . On a strict league of Friendship we agree , For I was sad , and as forlorn as she ; To all her Humours , I conform my own , Together Sigh , together Weep , and Moan ; Like her to Woods and Fountains I retreat , And urge the pitying Eccho's to repeat My tale of Love , and at each Period sound Aminta's name , and bear it all around , Whilst listening Voices do the charm reply , And lost in mixing Air , together dye . There minutes like dull days creep slowly on , And every day I drag an Age along ; The coming hours cou'd no more pleasures hast , Than those so insupportably I 'd past . I rav'd , I wept , I wisht , but all in vain , The distant Maid , nor saw , nor eas'd my pain ; With my sad tale , each tender Bark I fill , This — soft complaints , and that — my Ravings tell ; This bears vain Curses on my cruel fate , And Blessings on the Charming Virgin , that The Willow by the lonely Spring that grows , And o're the Stream bends his forsaken Boughs . I call Lisander , they like him I find , Murmur and ruffl'd are with every Wind ▪ On the young springing Beech that 's straight and tall , I Carve her name , and that Aminta call ; But where I see an Oak that Climbs above , The rest , and grows the Monster of the Grove ; Whose pow'rful Arms when aiding Winds do blow , Dash all the tender twining Shades below , And even in Calms maliciously do spread , That naught beneath can thrive , imbrace or breed ; Whose mischiefs far exceed his fancy'd good , Honour I call him : Tyrant of the Wood. Thus rove from Thought to Thought without relief : A change 't is true ; but 't is from Grief to Grief ; Which when above my silence they prevail , With Love I 'm froward , on my Fortune rail , And to the Winds breathe my neglected Tale. To LOVE . I. FOnd Love thy pretty Flatteries cease , That feeble Hope you give ; Vnless ' twoud make my happiness , In vain dear Boy ; in vain you strive , It cannot keep my tortur'd Heart alive . II. Tho' thou shou'dst give me all the Ioys , Luxurious Monarch's do possess , Without Aminta 't is but empty noise , Dull and insipid happiness ; And you in vain invite me to a Feast , Where my Aminta cannot be a Guest . III. Ye glorious Trifles , I renounce ye all , Since she no part of all your splendour makes Let the Dull unconcern'd obey your call , Let the gay Fop , who his Pert Courtship takes ; For Love , whilst he Profanes your Deity , Be Charm'd and Pleas'd with all your necessary vanity . IV. But give me leave , whose Soul 's inspir'd , With sacred , but despairing Love. To dye from all your noise retir'd , And Buried lie within this silent Grove . For whilst I Live , my Soul 's a prey , To insignificant desires , Whilst thou fond God of Love and Play , With all thy Darts , with all thy useless Fires , VVith all thy wanton flatteries cannot charm , Nor yet the frozen-hearted Virgin warm . V. Others by absence Cure their fire , Me it inrages more with pain ; Each thought of my Aminta blows it higher , And distance strengthens my desire ; I Faint with wishing , since I wish in vain ; Either be gone fond Love , or let me dye , Hopeless desire admits no other remedy . Here 't was the height of Cruelty I prov'd , By absence from the sacred Maid I lov'd : And here had dy'd , but that Love found a way , Some Letters from Aminta to convey , Which all the tender marks of pity gave , And hope enough to make me wish to Live. From Duty , now the lovely Maid is freed , And calls me from my lonely solitude : Whose cruel Memory in a Moments space , The thoughts of coming Pleasures quite deface ; With an impatient Lovers hast I flew , To the vast Blessing Love had set in view , But oh I found Aminta in a place , Where never any Lover happy was ! RIVALS . RIvals 't is call'd , a Village where The Inhabitants in Fury still appear ; Malicious paleness , or a generous red , O'r every angry face is spread , Their Eyes are either smiling with disdain , Or fiercely glow with raging Fire . Gloomy and sullen with dissembl'd pain , Love in the Heart , Revenge in the desire : Combates , Duels , Challenges , Is the discourse , and all the busness there . Respect of Blood , nor sacred friendship tyes ; Can reconcile the Civil War , Rage , Horror , Death , and wild despair , Are still Rencounter'd , and still practis'd there . 'T was here the lovely cruel Maid I found , Incompass'd with a thousand Lovers round ; At my approach I saw their Blushes rise , And they regarded me with angry Eyes . Aminta too , or else my Fancy 't was , Receiv'd me with a shy and cold Address , I cou'd not speak — but Sigh'd , retir'd and Bow'd ; With pain I heard her Talk and Laugh aloud , And deal her Freedoms to the greedy Crowd . I Curst her Smiles , and envy'd every look , And Swore it was too kind , what e're she spoke ; Condemn'd her Air , rail'd on her soft Address , And vow'd her Eyes did her false Heart confess , And vainly wisht their Charming Beauties less . A Secret hatred in my Soul I bear , Against these objects of my new despair ; I waited all the day , and all in vain ; Not one lone minute snatcht , to ease my pain ; Her Lovers went and came in such a sort , It rather seem'd Loves-Office than his Court , Made for eternal Bus'ness , not his Sport. Love saw my pain , and found my rage grew high , And led me off , to lodge at Iealousie . JEALOUSIE . I. A Palace that is more un-easy far , Then those of cruelty and absence are , There constant show'rs of Hail and Rains do flow , Continual Murmuring VVinds a-round do blow , Eternal Thunder rowling in the Air , And thick dark hanging Clouds the day obscure ; Whose sullen dawn all Objects multiplies , And render things that are not , to the Eyes . Fantoms appear by the dull gloomy light , That with such subtil Art delude the sight , That one can see no Object true or right . I here transported and impatient grow And all things out of order do ; Hasty and peevish every thing I say , Suspicion and distrust's my Passions sway , And bend all Nature that un-easy way . II. A thousand Serpents gnaw the Heart ; A thousand Visions fill the Eyes , Aud Deaf to all that can relief impart , We hate the Counsel of the Wise , And Sense like Tales of Lunaticks despise : Faithless , as Couzen'd Maids , by Men undone , And obstinate as new Religion , As full of Error , and false Notion too , As Dangerous , and as Politick ; As Humerous as a Beauty without Wit ; As Vain and Fancyful in all we do : — Thus Wreck the Soul , as if it did conceal , Love Secrets which by torturing ' t wo'd reveal . Restless and wild , ranging each Field and Grove ; I meet the Author of my painful Love ; But still surrounded with a numerous Train Of Lovers , whom Love taught to Sigh and Fawn , At my approach , my Soul all Trembling flies , And tells its soft Resentment at my Eyes : My Face all pale , my steps unsteady fall , And faint Confusion spreads it self o're all . I listen to each low breath'd Word she says , And the returns the happy Answerer pays : When catching half the Sense , the rest Invent , And turn it still to what will most Torment ; If any thing by Whispers she impart , 'T is Mortal , 't is a Dagger at my Heart ; And every Smile , each Motion , Gesture , Sign , In favour of some Lover I explain : When I am absent , in some Rivals Arms , I Fancy she distributes all her Charms , And if alone I find her ; sighing cry , Some happier Lover she expects than I. So that I did not only Jealous grow , Of all I saw ; but all I fancy'd too . The COMPLAINT . I. OFT in my Iealous Transports I wou'd cry , Ye happy shades , ye happy Bow'rs , Why speaks she tenderer things to you than me ? Why does she Smile , carress and praise your Flowers ? Why Sighs she ( opening Buds ) her Secrets all Into your fragrant Leaves ? Why does she to her Aid your sweetness call , Yet take less from you than she gives ? Why on your Beds must you be happy made , And be together with Aminta laid ? You from her Hands and Lips my KISSES take , And never meet Reproaches from her Pride ; A thousand Ravishing stealths may make , And even into her softer Bosome glide . And there expire ! Oh happy Rival flowers , How vainly do I wish my Fate like that of Yours ? II. Tell me ye silent Groves , whose Gloom invites , The lovely Charmer to your Solitudes ? Tell me for whom she languishes and sighs ? For whom she feels her soft Inquietudes ? Name me the Youth for whom she makes her Vows , For she has breath'd it oft amongst your listening Boughs ? Oh happy confidents of her Amours , How vainly do I wish my Fortune blest as Yours . III. Oh happy Brooks , oh happy Rivulets , And Springs that in a thousand Windings move ; Vpon your Banks how oft Aminta sits , And prattles to you all her Tale of Love : Whilst your smooth surface little Circles bears , From the Impressions of her falling Tears , And as you wantonly reflecting pass , Glide o're the lovely Image of her Face ; And sanctifies your stream , which as you run , You Boast in Murmurs to the Banks along . Dear streams ! to whom she gives her softest hours , How vainly do I wish my happiness like yours . Sometimes I rail'd again , and wou'd upbraid , Reproachfully , the charming fickle Maid : Sometimes I vow'd to do 't no more , But one , vain , short-liv'd hour , Wou'd Perjure all I 'd Sworn before , And Damn my fancy'd Pow'r . Sometimes the sullen fit wou'd last , A teadious live-long day : But when the wrecking hours were past , With what Impatience wou'd I hast , And let her Feet weep my neglect away . Quarrels are the Reserves Love keeps in store , To aid his Flames and make 'em burn the more . The PENITENT . I. WIth Rigor Arm your self , ( I cry'd ) It is but just and fit ; I merit all this Treatment from your Pride , All the reproaches of your VVit ; Put on the cruel Tyrant as you will , But know , my tender Heart adores you still . II. And yet that Heart has Murmur'd too , And been so insolent to let you know , It did complain , and rave , and rail'd at you ; Yet all the while by every God I swear , By every pitying Pow'r the wretched here ; By all those Charms that dis-ingage , My Soul from the extreams of Rage ; By all the Arts you have to save and kill , My faithful tender Heart adores you still . III. But oh you shou'd excuse my soft complaint , Even my wild Ravings too prefer , I sigh , I burn , I weep , I faint , And vent my Passions to the Air ; Whilst all my Torment , all my Care Serves but to make you put new Graces on , You Laugh , and Rally my despair , VVhich to my Rivals renders you more fair ; And but the more confirms my being undone : Sport with my Pain as gayly as you will , My fond , my tender Heart adores you still . My differing Passions thus , did never cease , Till they had touch'd her Soul with tenderness ; My Rivals now are banish'd by degrees , And with 'em all my Fears and Jealousies ; And all advanc'd , as if design'd to please . The City of LOVE . IN this vast Isle of famous City stands , Who for its Beauty all the rest Commands , Built to delight the wondering Gazers Eyes , Of all the World the great Metropolis . Call'd by LOVE's name : and here the Charming God , When he retires to Pleasure , makes abode ; 'T is here both Art and Nature strive to show , What Pride , Expence , and Luxury , can do , To make it Ravishing and Awful too : All Nations hourly thither do resort , To add a splendour to this glorious Court ; The Young , the Old , the Witty , and the Wise , The Fair , the Ugly , Lavish , and Precise ; Cowards and Braves , the Modest , and the Lowd , Promiscuously are blended in the Crowd . From distant Shoars young Kings their Courts remove , To pay their Homage to the God of Love. Where all their sacred awful Majesty , Their boasted and their fond Divinity ; Loose their vast force ; as lesser Lights are hid , When the fierce God of Day his Beauties spread , The wondering World for Gods did Kings adore , Till LOVE confirm'd 'em Mortal by his Pow'r , And in Loves Court , do with their Vassals live , Without or Homage , or Prerogative : Which the young God , not only Blind must show , But as Defective in his Judgment too . LOVE's Temple . ' MIdst this Gay Court a famous Temple stands , Old as the Universe which it commands ; For mighty Love a sacred being had , Whilst yet 't was Chaos , e're the World was made . And nothing was compos'd without his Aid . Agreeing A●toms by his pow'r were hurl'd , And Love and Harmony compos'd the World. 'T is rich , 't is solemn all ! Divine yet Gay ! From the Jemm'd Roof the dazling Lights display , And all below inform ' without the Aids of day . All Nations hither bring rich offerings , And 't is endow'd with Gifts of Love-sick Kings . Upon an Altar ( whose un-bounded store , Has made the Rifled Universe so poor . Adorn'd with all the Treasure of the Seas , More than the Sun in his vast course surveys ) Was plac'd the God! with every Beauty form●d , Of Smiling Youth , but Naked , un-adorn'd . His painted Wings displaid : His Bow laid by , ( For here Love needs not his Artillery . ) One of his little Hands a loft he bore , And grasp'd a wounded Heart that burnt all o're , Towards which he lookt with lovely Laughing Eyes : As pleas'd and vain , with the fond Sacrifice , The other pointing downward seem'd to say , Here at my Feet your grateful Victims lay , Whilst in a Golden Tablet o're his Head , In Diamond Characters this Motto stood , Behold the Pow'r that Conquers every GOD. The Temple Gates are open Night and Day , Love's Votaries at all hours Devotions pay , A Priest of Hymen gives attendance near , But very rarely shows his Function here , For Priest cou'd ne'r the Marriage-cheat improve , Were there no other Laws , but those of Love ! A Slavery generous Heav'n did ne'r design , Nor did its first lov'd Race of men confine ; A Trick , that Priest , whom Avarice cunning made , Did first contrive , then sacred did perswade , That on their numerous and unlucky Race , They might their base got Wealth securely place . Curse — cou'd they not their own loose Race inthral ' But they must spread the infection over all : That Race , whose Brutal heat was grown so wild , That even the Sacred Porches they defil'd ; And Ravisht all that for Devotion came , Their Function , nor the Place restrains their slame . But Love's soft Votaries no such injuries fear , No pamper'd Levits are in Pension here ; Here are no fatted Lambs to Sacrifice , No Oyl , fine Flower , or Wines of mighty price , The subtle Holy Cheats to Gormandize . Love's soft Religion knows to Tricks nor Arts , All the Attoning Offerings here are Hearts . The Mystery's silent , without noyse or show , In which the Holy Man has nought to do , The Lover is both Priest and Victim too . Hither with little force I did perswade , My lovely timorously yielding Maid , Implor'd we might together Sacrifice , And she agrees with Blushing down-cast Eyes ; 'T was then we both our Hearts an Offering made , Which at the Feet of the young God we laid , With equal Flames they Burnt ; with equal Joy , But with a Fire that neither did destroy ; Soft was its Force and Sympathy with them , Dispers'd it self through every trembling Limb ; We cou'd not hide our tender new surprize , We languisht and confest it with our Eyes ; Thus gaz'd we — when the Sacrifice perform'd , We found our Hearts entire — but still they burn , But by a Blessed change in taking back , The lovely Virgin did her Heart mistake : Her Bashful Eyes favour'd Love's great design , I took her Burning Victim : and she mine . Thus Lysidas without constraint or Art , I reign'd the Monarch of Aminta's Heart ; My great , my happy Title she allows , And makes me Lord of all her tender Vows , All my past Griefs in coming Joys were drown'd , And with eternal Pleasure I was Crown'd ; My Blessed hours in the extream of Joy , With my soft Languisher I still imploy ; When I am Gay , Love Revels in her Eyes , When sad — there the young God all panting lies . A thousand freedoms now she does impart , Shows all her tenderness dis-rob'd of Art , But oh this cou'd not satisfy my Heart . A thousand Anguishes that still contains , It sighs , and heaves , and pants with pleasing pains . We look , and Kiss , and Press with new desire , Whilst every touch Blows the unusual Fire . For Love's last Mystery was yet conceal'd , Which both still languisht for , both wisht reveal'd : Which I prest on — and faintly she deny'd , With all the weak efforts of dying Pride , Which struggled long for Empire in her Soul , Where it was wont to rule without controul . But Conquering Love had got possession now , And open●d every Sally to the Foe : And to secure my doubting happiness , Permits me to conduct her to the Bow'r of Bliss . That Bow'r that does eternal Pleasures yield , Where Psyche first the God of Love beheld : But oh , in entering this so blest abode , All Gay and Pleas'd as a Triumphing God , I new unlook'd for difficulties meet , Encountring Honour at the sacred Gate . HONOUR . I. HOnour 's a mighty Phantom ! which around The sacred Bower does still appear ; All Day it haunts the hollow'd ground , And hinders Lovers entering there . It rarely ever takes its flight , But in the secret shades of night . Silence and gloom the charm can soonest end , And are the luckyest hours to lay the Fiend , Then 't is the Vision only will remove , With Incantations of soft Vows of Love. II. But as a God he 's Worshipt here , By all the lovely , young , and fair , Who all their kind desires controul , And plays the Tyrant o're the Soul : His chiefest Attributes , are Pride and Spight , His pow'r , is robbing Lovers of delight , An Enemy to Humane kind , But most to Youth severe ; As Age ill-natur'd , and as ignorance Blind , Boasting , and Baffled too , as Cowards are ; Fond in opinion , obstinately Wise , Fills the whole World with bus'ness and with noise . III. Where wert thou born ? from what didst thou begin ? And what strange Witchcraft brought thy Maxims in ? What hardy Fool first taught thee to the Crowd ? Or who the Duller Slaves that first believ'd ? Some Woman sure , ill-natur'd , old , and proud , Too ugly ever to have been deceiv'd ; Vnskill'd in Love ; in Virtue , or in Truth , Preach'd thy false Notions first , and so debaucht our Youth . IV. And as in other Sectuaries you find , His Votaries most consist of Womankind , Who Throng t' adore the necessary Evil , But most for fear , as Indians do the Devil . Peevish , un-easy all ; for in Revenge , Love shoots 'em with a thousand Darts . They seel , but not confess the change ; Their false Devotion cannot save their Hearts . Thus while the Idol Honour they obey , Swift time comes on , and blooming Charms decay , And Ruin'd Beauty does too late the Cheat betray . This Goblin here — the lovely Maid Alarms , And snatch'd her , even from my Trembling Arms , With all the Pow'r of Non-sence he commands , Which she for mighty Reason understands . Aminta sly , he crys ! sly heedless Maid , For if thou enter'st this Bewitching shade , Thy Flame , Content , and Lover , all are lost , And thou no more of Him , or Fame shall boast , The charming Pleasure soon the Youth will cloy , And what thou wouldst preserve , that will destroy . Oh hardy Maid by too much Love undone , Where are thy Modesty , and Blushes gone ? Where 's all that Virtue made thee so Ador'd ? For Beauty stript of Virtue , grows abhorr'd : Dyes like a flower whose scent quick Poyson gives , Though every gawdy Glory paints its leaves : Oh sly , sond Maid , fly that false happiness , That will attend Thee in the Bower of Bliss . Thus spoke the Phantom , while the listening Maid , Took in the fatal Councel ; and obey'd : ●d she flys , even from the Temple door , And left me fainting on the sacred floor : LOVE saw my Griefs , and to my rescue came , Where on his Bosom , thus I did complain . The LOSS . WEep , weep Lysander , for the lovely Maid , To whom thy sacred Vows were paid ; Regardless of thy Love , thy Youth , thy Vows , The Dull Advice of Honour now pursues ; Oh say my lovely Charmer , where Is all that softness gone ? Your tender Voice and Eyes did were , VVhen first I was undone . Oh whether are your Sighs and Kisses fled ? VVhere are those clasping Arms , That left me oft with Pleasures dead , VVith their Excess of Charms ? VVhere is the Killing Language of thy Tongue , That did the Ravisht Soul surprize ? VVhere is that tender Rhetorick gone , That flow'd so softly in thy Eyes ? That did thy heavenly face so sweetly dress , That did thy wonderous Soul so well express ? All fled with Honour on a Phantom lost ; Where Youth 's vast store must perish unpossest . Ah my dear Boy thy loss with me bemoan , The lovely Fugitive is with Honour gone ! Love laughing spread his Wings and mounting flies , As swift as Lightning through the yielding Skies , Where Honour bore away the Trembling Prize . There at her Feet the Little Charmer falls , And to his Aid his powerful softness calls : Assails her with his Tears , his Sighs and Crys , Th' unfailing Language of his Tongue and Eyes . Return , said he , return oh fickle Maid , Who solid Ioys abandon'st for a shade ; Turn and behold the Slaughter of thy Eyes ; See — the Heart-broken Youth all dying lyes . Why dost thou follow this Phantastick spright ? This faithless Ignis Fatuus of the Light ? This Foe to Youth , and Beauties worst Disease , Tyrant of Wit , of Pleasure , and of Ease ; Of all substantial Harms he Author is , But never pays us back one solid Bliss . — You 'l urge , your Fame is worth a thousand Ioys ; Deluded Maid , trust not to empty noise , A sound , that for a poor Esteem to gain , Damns thy whole Life t' uneasyness and pain . Mistaken Virgin , that which pleases me I cannot by another tast and see ; And what 's the complementing of the World to thee ? No , no , return with me , and there receive , What poor , what scanted Honour cannot give , Starve not those Charms that were for pleasure made , Nor unpossest let the rich Treasure fade . When time comes on ; Honour that empty word , Will leave thee then fore-slighted Age to guard , Honour as other faithless Lovers are . Is only dealing with the young and fair ; Approaching Age makes the false Hero fly , He 's Honour with the Young , but with the old necessity . Thus said the God! and all the while he spoke , Her Heart new Fire , her Eyes new softness took . Now crys , I yield , I yield the Victory ! Lead on young Charming Boy , I follow thee ; Lead to Lysander , quickly let 's be gone , I am resolv'd to Love , and be undone ; I must not , cannot , Love at cheaper rate , Love is the word , Lysander and my fate . Thus to my Arms Love brought the trembling Maid ; Who on my Bosom sighing , softly , said : Take charming Victor — what you must — subdue - 'T is Love — and not Aminta gives it you , Love that o're all , and every part does reign , And I shou'd plead — and struggle — but in vain ; Take what a yielding Virgin — can bestow , I am — dis-arm●d — of all resistance now . — Then down her Cheeks a tender shower did glide , The Trophies of my Victory , Joy , and Pride : She yields ye Gods ( I cry'd ) and in my Arms , Gives up the wonderous Treasure of her Charms . — Transported to the Bower of Bliss we high , But once more met Respect upon the way , But not as heretofore with Meen and Grace , All formal , but a gay and smiling Face ; A different sort of Air his looks now wears , Galljard and Joyful every part appears . And thus he said — Go happy Lovers , perfect the desires , That fill two Hearts that burn with equal Fires ; Receive the mighty Recompence at last , Of all the Anxious hours you 've past , Enter the Bower where endless Pleasures flow , Young Ioys , new Raptures all the year , Respect has nothing now to do , He always leaves the Lover here . Young Loves attend and here supply all want , In secret Pleasures I 'm no confident . Respect here left me : and He scarce was gone , But I perceiv'd a Woman hasting on , Naked she came ; all lovely , and her Hair , Was loosely flying in the wanton Air : Love told me 't was Occasion , and if I , The swift pac'd Maid shou'd pass neglected by . My Love , my Hopes , and Industry were vain , For she but rarely e're return'd again . I stopt her speed , and did implore her Aid , Which granted , she Aminta did perswade . Into the Palace of true Ioys , to hast , And thither 't was , we both arriv'd at last . Oh Lysidas , no Mortal Sense affords , No Wit , no Eloquence can furnish Words ; Fit for the soft Discription of the Bower , Some Love-blest God in the Triumphing hour , Can only guess , can only say what 't is ; Yet even that God but faintly wou'd express , Th' unbounded pleasures of the Bower of Bliss . A slight , a poor Idea may be given , Like that we fancy when we paint a Heav'n , As solid Christal , Diamonds , shining Gold , May fancy Light , that is not to be told . To vulgar Senses , Love like Heaven shou'd be ( To make it more Ador'd ) a Mystery : Eternal Powers ! when ere I sing of Love , And the unworthy Song immortal prove ; To please my wandering Ghost when I am Dead , Let none but Lovers the soft stories read ; Praise from the Wits and Braves I 'le not implore ; Listen ye Lovers all , I ask no more ; That where Words fail , you may with thought supply , If ever any lov'd like me , or were so blest as I. The Prospect and Bower of Bliss . I. T IS all eternal Spring around , And all the Trees with fragrant flowers are Crown'd ; No Clouds , no misty Showers obscure the Light , But all is calm , serene and gay , The Heavens are drest with a perpetual bright , And all the Earth with everlasting May. Each minute blows the Rose and Iesamine , And twines with new-born Eglantine , Each minute new Discoveries bring ; Of something sweet , of something ravishing . II. Fountains , wandering Brooks soft rills , That o're the wanton Pebbles play ; And all the Woods with tender murmuring fills , Inspiring my Love inciting Ioy ; ( The sole , the solemn business of the day ) Through all the Groves , the Glades and thickets run , And nothing see but Love on all their Banks along ; A thousand Flowers of different kinds , The neighbouring Meads adorn ; Whose sweetness snatcht by flying Winds , O're all the Bow'r of Bliss is born ; Whether all things in nature strive to bring , All that is soft , all that is ravishing . III. The verdant Banks no other Prints retain , But where young Lovers , and young Loves have lain . For Love has nothing here to do , But to be wanton , soft and gay , And give a lavish loose to joy . His emptyed Quiver , and his Bow , In slowry Wreaths with rosy Garlands Crown'd , In Myrtle shades are hung , As Conquerors when the Victories won , Dispose their glorious Trophies all around . Soft Winds and Eccho's that do haunt each Grove , Still whisper , and repeat no other Songs than Love. Which round about the sacred Bower they sing , Where every thing arrives that's sweet and ravishing . IV. A thousand gloomy VValks the Bower contains , Sacred all to mighty Love ; A thousand winding turns where Pleasure reigns ; Obscur'd from day by twining Boughs above , Where Love invents a thousand Plays , Where Lovers act ten thousand Ioys : Nature has taught each little Bird , A soft Example to afford ; They Bill and Look , and Sing and Love , And Charm the Air , and Charm the Grove ; Whilst underneath the Ravisht Swain is lying , Gazing , Sighing , Pressing , Dying ; Still with new desire warm'd , Still with new Ioy , new Rapture charm'd ; Amongst the green soft Rivulets do pass , In winding Streams half hid in Flowers and Grass , Who Purl and Murmur as they glide along , And mix their Musick with the Shepherds Pipe and Song , Which Eccho's through the sacred Bower repeat , Where every thing arrives that 's ravishing and sweet . V. The Virgin here shows no disdain , Nor does the Shepherd Sigh in vain , This knows no Cruelty , nor that no Pain : No Youth complains upon his rigorous fair ; No injur'd Maid upon her perjur'd dear , 'T is only Love , fond Love finds entrance here ; The Notes of Birds , the Murmuring Boughs , VVhen gentle VVinds glide through the Glades , Soft Sighs of Love , and oft breath'd Vows , The tender VVhisperings of the yielding Maids , Dashing Fountains , Purling Springs , The short breath'd crys from faint resistance sent . ( Crys which no aid desires or brings ) The soft effects of Fear and Languishment ; The little struggling of the fair , The trembling force of the young Conqueror , The tender Arguments he brings , The pretty Non-sence with which she assails , VVhich as she speaks , she hopes it nought prevails . But yielding owns her Love above her Reasonings , Is all is heard : Silence and shade the rest . VVhich best with Love , which best with Ioys consist , All which young Eccho's through the Bower does sing , VVhere every thing is heard , that 's sweet and ravishing . VI. Recesses Dark , and Grotto's all conspire , To favour Love and soft desire ; Shades , Springs and Fountains flowry Beds , To Ioys invites , to Pleasure leads , To Pleasure which all Humane thought exceeds . Heav'n , Earth , and Sea , here all combine , To propagate Love's great design , And render the Appointments all Divine . After long toyl , 't is here the Lover reaps , Transporting softnesses beyond his hopes ; 'T is here fair Eyes , all languishing impart The secrets of the fond inclining Heart ; Fine Hands and Arms for tender Pressings made , In Love's dear business always are imploy'd : The soft Inchantments of the Tongue , That does all other Eloquence controul , Is breath'd with broken Sighs among , Into the Ravish'd Shepherds Soul , VVhilst all is taken , all is given , That can compleat a Lovers Heav'n : And Io Peans through the VVoods do ring , From new fletch'd God , in Songs all Ravishing . Oh my dear Lysidas ! my faithful Friend , Woud I cou'd here with all my Pleasures end : 'T was Heaven ! 't was Extasie ! each minute brought New Raptures to my Senses , Soul and Thought ; Each Look , each Touch , my Ravisht fancy charm'd , Each Accent of her Voice my Blood Alarm'd ; I pant with every Glance , faint with a Kiss , Oh Judge my Transports then in higher Bliss . A while all Dead , between her Arms I lay , Unable to possess the conquer'd Joys ; But by degrees my Soul its sense retriev'd ; Shame and Confusion let me know I liv'd . I saw the trembling dis-appointed Maid , With charming angry Eyes my fault up-braid , While Love and Spight no kind Excuse affords , My Rage and Softness was above dull Words , And my Misfortune only was exprest , By Sighing out my Soul into her Brest : A thousand times I breath'd Aminta's name , Aminta ! call'd ! but that increas'd my flame . And as the Tide of Love flow'd in , so fast My Low , my Ebbing Vigor out did hast . But 't was not long , thus idly , and undone I lay , before vast Seas came rowling on , Spring-tides of Joy , that the rich neighboring shoar And down the fragrant Banks it proudly bore , O're-flow'd and ravisht all great Natures store . Swoln to Luxurious heights , no bounds it knows , But wantonly it Triumphs where it flows . Some God inform Thee of my blest Estate , But all their Powers divert thee from my Fate . 'T was thus we liv'd the wonder of the Groves , Fam'd for our Love , our mutual constant Loves . Young Amorous Hero's at her Feet did fall , Despair'd and dy'd , whilst I was Lord of All ; Her Empire o're my Soul each moment grew , New Charms each minute did appear in view , And each appointment Ravishing and New. Fonder each hour my tender Heart became , And that which us'd t' allay , increas'd my Flame . But on a day , oh may no chearful Ray , Of the Sun's Light , bless that succeeding day ! May the black hours from the account be torn , May no fair thing upon thy day be born ! May fate and Hell appoint thee for their own , May no good deed be in thy Circle done ! May Rapes , Conspiricies and Murders stay , Till thou com'st on , and hatch em in thy day ! — 'T was on this day all Joyful Gay and Fair , Fond as desire , and wanton as the Air ; Aminta did with me to the blest Bower repair . Beneath a Beechy Shade , a flowry Bed , Officious Cupid's for our Pleasure spred , Where never did the Charmer ere impart , More Joy , more Rapture to my ravisht Heart : 'T was all the first ; 't was all beginning Fire ! 'T was all new Love ! new Pleasure ! new Desire ! — Here stop my Soul — Stop thy carreer of Vanity and Pride , And only say , — 'T was here Aminta dy'd : The fleeting Soul as quickly dis-appears , As leaves blown off with Winds , or falling Stars ; And Life its flight assum'd with such a pace ; It took no farewel of her lovely Face . The Fugitive not one Beauty did surprize , It scarce took time to languish in her Eyes , But on my Bosom bow'd her charming Head ; And sighing , these surprizing words she said : " Joy of my Soul , my faithful tender Youth , Lord of my Vows , and Miracle of Truth : Thou soft obliger - : of thy Sex the best , Thou blessing too Extream to be possest ; The Angry God , designing we must part , Do render back the Treasure of thy Heart ; When in some new fair Breast , it finds a room , And I shall ly-neglected-in my Tomb — Remember-oh remember-the fair she , Can never love thee , darling Youth , like me . Then with a Sigh she sunk into my Brest , While her fair Eyes , her last farewel exprest ; To aiding God's I cry'd ; but they were Deaf , And no kind pow'r afforded me relief : I call her name , I weep , I rave and faint , And none but Eccho's answer my Complaint ; I Kiss and Bathe her stiffening Face with Tears , Press it to mine , as cold and pale as her's ; The fading Roses of her Lips I press , But no kind Word the silenc'd Pratlers will confess ; Her lovely Eyes I kiss , and call upon , But all their wonted answering Rhetorick's gone . Her charming little Hands in vain I ask , Those little Hands no more my Neck shall grasp ; No more about my Face her Fingers play , Nor brede my Hair , or the vain Curls display , No more her Tongue beguiling Stories tell , Whose wonderous Wit cou'd grace a Tale so well ; All , all is fled , to Death's cold Mansion gone , And I am left benighted and undone , And every day my Fate is hasting on . From the inchanting Bower I madly fly , That Bower that now no more affords me Joy. Love had not left for me one Bliss in store , Since my Aminta cou'd dispence no more . — Thence to a silent Desert I advance , And call'd the Desert of Remembrance ; A solitude upon a Mountain plac'd , All gloomy round , and wonderous high and vast , From whence Love's Island all appears in view , And distant Prospects renders near and true ; Each Bank , each Bower , each dear inviting Shade , That to our Sacred Loves was conscious made . Each flowry Bed , each Thicket and each Grove , Where I have lain Charm'd with Aminta's Love. ( Where e're she chear'd the day , and blest the Night ) Eternally are present to my Sight . Where e're I turn , the Lands kip does confess , Something that calls to mind past happiness . This Lysidas , this is my wretched state , 'T is here I languish , and attend my Fate . But e're I go , 't wou'd wonderous Pleasure be , ( If such a thing can e're arrive to me ) To find some Pity ( Lysidas ) from thee . Then I shou'd take the Wing , and upward fly , And loose the Sight of this dull World with Joy. Your Lysander . A TABLE . THE Golden Age , a Paraphrase on a Translation out of French page 1. A Farewell to Celladon on his going into Ireland 13. On a Iuniper-Tree cut down to make Busks 19. On the Death of Mr. Grinhill the famous Painter 24. A Ballad on Mr. J. H. to Amoret , asking why I was so sad 29. Our Caball 33. The willing Mistress , a Song 44. Love Arm'd , a Song 45. The Complaint , a Song 46. The Invitation , a Song 47. A Song 48. To Mr Creech ( under the name of Daphnis ) on his Excellent Translation of Lucretius . 50. To Mrs. W. on her excellent Verses ( writ in praise of some I had made on the late Earl of Rochester ) written in a fit of sickness 57. The sense of a Letter sent me , made into Verse , to a New Tune 61. The Return 62. On a Copy of Verses made in a Dream and sent to me in a Morning before I was awake 63. To my Lady Morland at Tunbridge 65. Song to Ceres , in the wavering Nymph or mad Amyntas 68. A Song in the same Play by the wavering Nymph 69. The Disappointment 70. On a Locket of Hair wove in a True-lovers Knot given me by Sir R. O. 77. The Dream , a Song 78. A Letter to a Brother of the Pen in Tribulation 80. The Reflexion , a Song 83. A Song to Pesibles Tune 86. A Song on her loving two Equally set by Capt. Pack 88. The Counsel , a Song set by the same hand 89. The Surprise , a Song set by Mr. Farmer 91. A Song 92. The Invitation , a Song to a New Scotch Tune 93. Sylvia's Complaint , a Song to a fine Scotch Tune 95. In Imitation of Horace 98. To Lysander who made some Virses on a Discourse of Loves Fire 101. A Dialogue for an entertainment at Court between Damon and Sylvia 102. On Mr. J. H. In a fit of sickness 106. To Lysander on some Verses he writ , and asking more for his Heart than 't was worth 109. To the Honourable Lord Howard , on his Comedy called the New Utopia 113. To Lysander at the Musick meeting 118. An Ode to Love 120. Love Reveng'd , a Song 122. A Song to a New Scotch Tune 123. The Caball at Nickey Nackeys 125. A Paraphrase on the eleventh Ode out of the first Book of Horace 126. A Translation 127. A Paraphrase on Oenone to Paris 129. A Voyage to the Isle of Love 144. FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A27315-e9060 * So he called a Sweating-Tub . (a) Lent. (b) I wanted a Prologue to a Play. (c) He pretended to Retir 〈…〉 o Write . Notes for div A27315-e44510 * Little Arts to please . * Duty . A64331 ---- Poems by Sir W.T. Temple, William, Sir, 1628-1699. 1670 Approx. 74 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 54 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2005-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early works to 1800. 2004-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-07 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-11 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2004-11 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion POEMS BY Sir W. T. VIRGIL'S LAST ECLOGUE TRANSLATED , OR RATHER , IMITATED , at the Desire OF My LADY GIFFARD . ONE Labour more , O Arethusa , yield Before I leave the Shepherds and the Field : Some Verses to my Gallus e'er we part , Such as may one day break Lycoris Heart As She did his . Who can refuse a Song To one that lov'd so well , and dy'd so young ! So maist thou thy belov'd Alpheus please , When thou creep'st under the Sicanian Seas . Begin and sing Gallus's , unhappy fires , Whilst yonder Goat to yonder branch aspires Out of his reach . We sing not to the deaf ; An answer comes from every trembling Leaf . What Woods , what Forests had intic'd your stay , Ye Nayades , why came ye not away ! When Gallus dy'd by an unworthy flame Parnassus knew , and lov'd too well his name To stop your course ; nor could your hasty flight Be staid by Pindus which was his delight . Him the fresh Laurels , Him the lowly Heath Bewail'd with dewy tears ; his parting breath Made lofty Maenalus hang his piny head ; Lycaean Marbles wept when he was dead . Under a lonely Tree he lay and pin'd , His Flock about him ●eeding on the Wind As he on Love ; such kind and gentle Sheep The fair Adonis would be proud to keep . There came the Shepherds , there the weary Hinds , Thither Menalcas parcht with Frost and Winds . All ask him whence , for whom this fatal love Apollo came his Arts and Herbs to prove . Why Gallus ? why so fond ? He says ; thy flame , Thy care , Lycoris , is another's game ; For him she sighs and raves , him she pursues Through mid days heats , and through the morning dews ; Over the snowy cliffs and frozen streams , Through noisy Camps . Up Gallus , leave thy dreams , She has left thee . Still lay the drooping Swain Hanging his mournfull head , Phoebus in vain Offers his Herbs , employs his counsel here ; 'T is all refus'd , or answer'd with a tear . What shakes the branches ! what makes all the trees Begin to bow their heads , the Goats their knees ! Oh! 't is Sylvanus with his mossy beard And leafy crown , attended by a herd Of Wood-born Satyrs ; see ! he shakes his Spear , A green young Oak the tallest of the year . Pan the Arcadian god forsook the plains , Mov'd with the story of his Gallus pains . We saw him come with Oaten pipe in hand Painted with Berries-juice ; we saw him stand And gaze upon his Shepherds bathing Eyes ; And what , no end , no end of grief he cries ! Love , little minds all thy consuming care , Or restless thoughts , they are his daily fare . Nor cruel Love with tears , nor grass with show'rs Nor Goats with tender sprouts , nor Bees with flow'rs Are ever satisfi'd . So said the god , And toucht the Shepherd with his hazle rod : He , sorrow-slain , seem'd to revive , and said , But yet Arcadians is my grief allay'd , To think that in these Woods , and Hills , and Plains , When I am silent in the grave , your Swains Shall sing my loves , Arcadian Swains inspir'd By Phoebus ; Oh! how gently shall these tir'd And fainting Limbs repose in endless sleep , Whilst your sweet Notes my Love immortal keep ! Would it had pleas'd the Gods I had been born Just one of you , and taught to wind a Horn , Or weild a Hook , or prune a branching Vine , And known no other Love but , Phillis , thine ; Or thine , Amyntas ; What though both are brown , So are the Nuts and Berries on the Down ; Amongst the Vines , the Willows , and the Springs , Phillis makes Garlands , and Amyntas sings . No cruel Absence calls my Love away Farther than bleating Sheep can go astray . Here , my Lycoris , here are shady groves , Here Fountains cool , and Meadows soft , our lvoes And lives may here together wear and end : O the true joys of such a fate and friend ! I now am hurried by severe commands Into remotest parts , among the bands Of armed Troops ; there by my foes pursu'd , Here by my friends ; but still by love subdu'd . Thou far from home , and me , art wandring o'er The Alpine snows , the farthest Western shore , The frozen Rhine . When are we like to meet ? Ah gently , gently , lest thy tender feet Be cut with Ice . Cover thy lovely armes ; The Northern cold relents not at their charms : Away I 'll go into some shady bow'rs , And sing the songs I made in happy hours ; And charm my woes . How can I better chuse , Than among wildest Woods my self to lose , And carve our loves upon the tender Trees , There they will thrive ? See how my love agrees With the young plants : look how they grow together In spight of absence , and in spight of weather . Mean while I 'll climb that Rock , and ramble o'er Yon woody Hill ; I 'll chase the grizly Boar , I 'll find Diana's and her Nymphs resort ; No frosts , no storms shall slack my eager sport . Methinks I'm wandring all about the rocks And hollow sounding woods : look how my locks Are torn with boughs and thorns ! My shafts are gone My legs are tir'd , and all my sport is done , Alas ! this is no cure for my disease ; Nor can our toyls that cruel god appease . Now neither Nymphs , nor Songs can please me more , Nor hollow Woods , nor yet the chafed Boar : No sport , no labour , can divert my grief : Without Lycoris there is no relief . Though I should drink up Heber's icy streams , Or Scythian snows , yet still her fiery beams Would scorch me up . Whatever we can prove , Love conquers all , and we must yield to Love. VIRGIL'S O Fortunati , &c. TRANSLATED , OR RATHER , IMITATED , upon the Desire OF My LADY TEMPLE . O Happy Swains , if their own good they knew ! Whom far from jarring Arms the just and due Returns of well fraught fields , with easie fare Supply , and chearfull Heavens with healthy air : What though no aged title grace the stock ? What though no Troops of early Waiters flock To the proud Gates , and with officious fear First beg the Porter's , then the Master's ear ? What though no stately Pile amuse the eye Of every gazer ? Though no scarlet dye Stain the soft native whiteness of the wool , Nor greedy Painter ever rob the full Untainted bowls of liquid Olives juice Destin'd for Altars , and for Tables use ; Though the bright dawn of Gold be not begun , And nothing shine about the House but Sun ; Yet secure peace reward of harmless life , Yet various sorts of Treasures free from strife Or envy , careless leisure , spatious plains , Cool shades and flow'ry walks along the veins Of branched streams , yet soft and fearless sleep Amidst the tender bleating of the sheep Want not ; There hollow gloomy groves appear , And wilder Thickets , where the staring Deer Dare close their Eyes . There Youth to homely fare , And patient labour , Age to chearfull care Accustom'd , Sacred rights , and humble fear Of Gods above , Fair Truth and Justice there Trod their last footsteps when they left the earth , Which to a Thousand mischiefs gave a birth . For me the Muses are my first desire , Whose gentle favour can with holy fire , Guide to great Nature's deep mysterious Cells Through paths untrac'd , 't is the chaste Muse that tells Poor groveling mortals how the Stars above Some keep their Station some unwearied move Through the vast azure plains , and what obscures The mid-day Sun , how the faint Moon endures So many changes , and so many fears As by the paleness of her face appears . What shakes the bowels of the groaning earth , What gives the Thunder , what the Hail a birth , Why the winds sometimes whistle , sometimes rore , What makes the raging waves now brave it o'er The tow'ring Cliffs , now calmly backwards creep Into the spatious bosome of the deep . But if cold blood about my heart shall damp This noble heat of rifling Nature's Camp , Then give me shady groves , and purling streams And airy downs , Then far from scorching beams Of envy , noise , or Cities busie fry , Careless and nameless let me live and dye . Oh where ! where are the fields , the waving veins Of gentle mounts amidst the smoother Plains ? The Nymphs fair Walks , Oh! for the shady Vale Of some proud Hill , some fresh reviving gale ; Oh who will lead me ? Whither shall I run , To find the Woods , and shrowd me from the Sun ? Happy the man that Gods and causes knows , Nature's and Reasons Laws , that scorns the blows Of fate or chance , lives without smiles or tears , Above fond hopes , above distracting fears . Happy the Swain that knows no higher powers Than Pan , or old Sylvanus , and the bowers Of rural Nymphs so oft by Satyrs griev'd ( All this unseen perhaps , but well believ'd ) Him move not Princes frowns , nor Peoples heats , Nor faithless civil jars , nor foreign threats ; Not Rome's affairs , nor transitory Crowns , The fall of Princes , or the rise of Clowns , All 's one to him ; nor grieves he at the sad Events he hears , nor envies at the glad . What fruits the laden boughs , the willing fields ; What pleasures Innocence and Freedom yields , He safely gathers , neither skills the feat Of Arms , or Laws , nor labours , but to eat . Some rove through unknown Seas with swelling Sails ; Some wait on Courts and the uncertain gales Of Princes favour ; others led by charms Of greedy Honour , follow fatal Arms. Some mount the Pulpit , others ply the bar , And make the arts of Peace the arts of War. One hugs his brooding bags , and feels the woe He fears , and treats himself worse than his foe . Another breaks the banks , le ts all run out But to be talkt and gaz'd on by the rout . Some sow Sedition , blow up civil broils , And venture Exile , Death , and endless toils , Onely to sleep in Scarlet , drink in Gold , Though other fair pretences may be told . Mean while the Swain rises at early dawn , And turns his fallow , or breaks up the lawn With crooked Plough , buries the hopefull grain , Folds his lov'd flock , and lays a wily Train For their old foe ; prunes the luxurious Vine , Pleas'd with the thoughts of the next Winters Wine : Visits the lowing Herd , these for the pale , Those for the yoke designs , the rest for sale : Each season of the sliding year his pains Divides , each season shares his equal gains . The youthfull Spring scatters the tender Lambs About the fields ; the parching Summer crambs His spatious barns ; Bacchus the Autumn crowns ; And fair Pomona ; when the Winter frowns And curls his rugged brow with hoary frost , Then are his feasts , then thoughts and cares are lost In friendly Bowls , then he receives the hire Of his years labour by a chearfull fire . Or else abroad he tries the arts and toils Of War , with trusty Dog , and Spear , he foils The grizly Boar , with Traps , and Trains , and Nets , The greedy Wolf , the wily Fox besets . At home he leaves , at home he finds a Wife Sharer of all that 's good or bad in life ; Prudent and chast , yet gentle , easie , kind , Much in his eye , and always of his mind ; He feeds no others children for his own ; These have his kisses , these his cares ; he 's known Little abroad , and less desires to know ; Friend to himself , to no man else a foe . Easie his labours , harmless are his plays . Just are his deeds , healthy , and long his days : His end nor wisht nor fear'd ; he knows no odds 'Tween life and death , but e'en as please the gods . Among such Swains Saturn the Sceptre bore ; Such customs made the golden age , before Trumpets were heard , or Swords seen to decide Quarrels of Lust , or Avarice , or Pride ; Or cruel men began to stain their feasts With bloud and slaughter of poor harmless beasts ; Thus liv'd the ancient Sabines , thus the bold Etrurians , so renown'd and fear'd of old . Thus Romulus , and thus auspicious Rome From slender low beginnings , by the doom Of fates , to such prodigious greatness came , Bounded by Heav'ns , and Seas , and vaster fame . But hold ! for why the Country Swain alone Though he be blest , cares not to have it known . The first of HORACE HIS SERMONS : BEING A Translation , or rather , Imitation of his Way of WRITING , Upon the Desire of My LADY TEMPLE , AND My LADY GIFFARD . HOw is 't , Mecenas , that no man abides The lot which Reason gives , or Chance divides To his own share ? Still praises others stars : Oh happy Merchants ! Broken with the Wars And Age , the Soldier cries . On t'other side When the Ship 's tost by raging winds and tide , Happy the Wars ! There in an hour one dyes Or conquers , the repining Merchant cryes . The Lawyer past the fear of being poor , When early Clients taber at his door , And break his sleep , forgets his easie gains And mutters , Oh how blest are Country Swains , Their time 's their own ! But when th'unpractis'd Clown Summon'd by Writ enters the busie Town , Ev'ry man's prey or jest he meets ; oh curst His hap , he cries , in fields so rudely nurst . The rest of the same kind would make a Theam As long and tedious as a Winter's dream ; But to dispatch , if any God shall say Your Vows are heard , each has his wish , away , Change all your stations , Soldier go and trade , Merchant go fight , Lawyer come take the Spade And Plough in hand ; Farmer put on the Gown , Learn to be civil , and leave off the Clown . Why what d' ye mean good Sirs ! make haste , you 'll find Hardly one God another time so kind . Soft , and consider , they all stand and stare , Like what they would be , worse than what they are . Well , this is mirth , and 't is confest , though few Can tell me what forbids jests to be true , Or gentle Masters to invite their Boys To spell and learn at first with Plumbs and toys . But to grow serious , He that follows Arms , Physick , or Laws , thriving by others harms , The fawning Host and he that sweats at Plough , Th'adventrous Merchant , all agree and vow Their end 's the same , they labour and they care Onely that rest and ease may be their share When they grow old , and have secur'd the main ; Just so we see the wise and heedfull train Of busie Ants in restless journeys spend The Summer-months to gather and to mend Their little heap , foreseeing Winter's rage , And in their Youth carefull to store their Age. But when it comes , they snug at home , and share The fruits in plenty of their common care . A Council safe , and wise ; when neither fire , Nor Sea , nor frost , nor steel tames thy desire Of endless gain , whilst there is any can So much as tell thee of one richer man. Where is the pleasure with a tim'rous hand And heart , to bury treasures in the sand ? Who would be rich must never touch the bank ; You rout an Army if you break a rank . But if ne'er toucht , what helps the sacred heap Of hidden Gold ? thy sweaty Hinds may reap Large fields of Corn , and fill whole tuns with Wine ; But yet thy Belly holds no more than mine . So the tann'd Slave that 's made perhaps to stoop Under the whole Provisions of the Troop , Upon their way , alas , eats no more bread Than he that carried none upon his head . Or tell me what ' timports the man that lives Within the narrow bounds that Nature gives To plough a Hundred or a Thousand fields ? Oh! but to draw from a great heap that yields More than is askt , is pleasant sure : But why , If mine , though little , gives me more than I Or you can use , where is the difference ? Why is your fortune better or your sense ? As if some Traveller , upon his way Wanting one quart of water to allay His raging thirst , should scorn a little Spring And seek a River , 't were a pleasant thing : And what comes on 't , that such as covet more Than what they need , perhaps are tumbled o'er Into the stream by failing banks , whilst he That onely wants what can't be spar'd is free , And drinking at the Spring , nor water fears Troubled with mud , nor mingled with his tears . Yet most men say , by false desire misled , Nothing 's enough , because you 're valued Just so much as you have . What shall one say Or doe to such a man ? Bid him away And be as wretched as he please himself Whilst he so fondly dotes on dirty pelf . A sordid rich Athenian , to allay The scorn of all the Peoples Tongues , would say , They hiss me , but I hug my self at home , While I among my endless treasures rome . Tantalus catches at the flying streams That still beguile him like a Lover's dreams . Why dost thou laugh ? Of thee the Fable's told , Thou that art plunged in thy heaps of Gold , And gazest on them with such wakefull Eyes , And greedy thoughts , yet dar'st not touch the prize No more than if 't were sacred , or enjoy'd Like Pictures which with handling are destroy'd . Dost thou not know what mony 's worth ? what use It yields ? let bread be bought , and chearfull juice Of grapes , warm easie clothes , and wood to burn , As much of all as serves kind Nature's turn . Or else go spend thy nights in broken dreams Of Thieves or Fire , by day try all extreams Of pinching Cold and Hunger , make thy fare Of watchfull thoughts , and heart-consuming care . Are these thy Treasures ! these thy Goods ! May I In want of all such riches live and dye . But if thy Body shakes with aguish cold , Or burns with raging fevers , or grows old Betimes with unkind usage , thou art sped With friends and Servants that surround thy bed , Make broaths , and beg Physicians to restore A health now so bewail'd , so lov'd before By all thy dear Relations . Wretched man ! Neither thy Wife , nor Child , nor Servant can Endure thou shouldst recover ; all the Boys And Girls , thy Neighbours hate thee , make a noise To break thy sleeps , and dost thou wonder , when Thou lov'st thy Gold far above Gods or Men ? Canst thou teach others love , thy self have none ? Thou maist as well get Children all alone . Then let there be some end of gain ; the more Thou dost possess , the less fear to be poor . And end thy labour when thou hast attain'd What first thou hadst in aim , nor be arraign'd Like base Vmidius who was wont to mete His Money as his Neighbours did their Wheat , By Bushels ; yet a Wretch to such degree That he was cloath'd and sed as beggarly As the worst Slave , and to his very last His fear of downright starving ne'er was past ; But as the Gods would have it , a brave Trull He kept , with a plain Hatchet cleft his skull . What is your counsel then , I pray , to swill Like Nomentanus , or like Maenius still To pinch and cark ? Why go'st thou on to join Things so directly opposite ? 'T is fine , And does become thee , if I bid thee flye The Prodigal , a Miser thou must dye : Nor one nor t'other like my counsel sounds , There is a mean in things , and certain bounds , Short or beyond the which the truth and right Cannot consist , nor long remain in sight . But to return from whence I parted , where Is there one Miser does content appear With what he is or has , and does not hate His own , or envy at his Neighbour's Fate ? Never regards the endless swarm of those That so much poorer are , but still outgoes The next , and then the next , when he is past , Meeting still one or other stops his hast . Like a fierce Rider in a numerous Race That starts and spurs it on with eager pace , While there is one before him , vext in mind , But scorning all that he has left behind . Hence comes it that so seldome one is found Who says his Life has happy been and sound ; And having fairly measur'd out the span Of posting-age , dyes a contented man ; Or rises from the Table like a Guest That e'en has fill'd his belly at the feast . ODE VII . THE Snows are melted all away , The Fields grow flow'ry , green and gay , The Trees put out their tender leaves , And all the streams that went astray , The Brook again into her bed receives . See! the whole Earth has made a change , The Nymphs and Graces naked range About the fields , who shrunk before Into their Caves . The empty Grange Prepares its room for a new Summer's store . Lest thou shouldst hope immortal things , The changing year Instruction brings , The fleeting hour that steals away The Beggar 's time , and life of Kings , But ne'er returns them as it does the day . The cold grows soft with Western gales , The Summer over Spring prevails , But yields to Autumn's fruitfull rain , As this to Winter-storms and hails , Each loss the hasting Moons repair again . But we when once our race is done , With Tullus and Anchises Son , ( Though rich like one , like t'other good ) To dust and shades without a Sun Descend , and sink in deep Oblivions flood . Who knows if the kind Gods will give Another day to men that live In hope of many distant years , Or if one night more shall retrieve The joys thou losest by thy idle fears ? The pleasant hours thou spend'st in health , The use thou mak'st of youth and Wealth , As what thou giv'st among thy friends Escapes thy heirs , so those the stealth Of Time and Death , where good and evil ends . For when that comes , nor Birth , nor Fame , Nor Piety , nor Honest Name , Can e'er restore thee . Theseus bold , Nor chast Hippolitus could tame Devouring Fate , that spares nor young nor old . ODE XIII . WHen thou commend'st the lovely Eyes Of Telephus , that for thee dyes , His armes of wax , his neck , or hair , Oh! how my heart begins to beat , My Spleen is swell'd with gall and heat , And all my hopes are turn'd into despair . Then both my mind and colour change , My jealous thoughts about me range In twenty shapes ; my Eyes begin Like Winter-springs apace to fill ; The stealing drops , as from a Still , Fall down , and tell what fires I feel within . When his reproaches make thee cry , And thy fresh cheeks with paleness die . I burn to think you will be friends ; When his rough hand thy bosom strips , Or his fierce kisses tear thy lips , I dye to see how all such quarrel ends . Ah never hope a youth to hold So haughty , and in love so bold , What can him tame in anger keep ? Whom all his fondness can't assuage , Who even kisses turns to rage Which Venus does in her own Nectar steep . Thrice happy they whose gentle hearts , Till death it self their union parts , An undisturbed kindness holds , Without complaints or jealous fears , Without reproach or spited tears , Which damp the kindest heats with sullen colds . UPON M RS. Philipp's DEATH : Made at the Desire of My LADY TEMPLE . WHY all these looks so solemn and so sad ! Who is that one can dye , and none be glad ! The Rich leaves Heirs , the Great makes room , the Wise Pleases the foolish onely when he dyes . Men so divided are in hopes and fears , That none can live or dye with gen'ral tears ; 'T is sure some Star is fallen , and our hearts Grow heavy as its gentle influence parts . Thus said I , and like others hung my head , When streight 't was whisper'd 'tis Orinda's dead : Orinda ! what ! the glory of our Stage ! Crown of her Sex , and wonder of the Age ! Gracefull and fair in body and in mind , She that taught sullen Vertue to be kind , Youth to be wise , Mirth to be innocent , Fame to be steddy , Envy to relent ; Love to be cool , and Friendship to be warm , Praise to do good , and Wit to do no harm ! Orinda ! that was sent the World to give The best example how to write and live ! The Queen of Poets , whosoe'er's the King , And to whose Sceptre all their homage bring ! Who more than Men conceiv'd and understood , And more than Women knew how to be good . Who learnt all young that age could e'er attain , Excepting onely to be proud and vain ; And made alone so rich amends for all The faults her Sex committed since the fall , Can she be dead ! Can any thing be great And safe ! Can day advance and not retreat Into the shady night ! But she was young And might have liv'd to 〈◊〉 the World , and sung Us all asleep that now lament her fall , And fate unjust , Heav'n unrelenting call . Alas ! can any fruit grow ripe in Spring , And hang till Autumn ? Nature gives this sting To all below , whatever thrives too fast Decays too soon , late growths may longer last . Orinda could not wait on slow pac't time , Having so far to go , so high to climb ; But like a flash of heavenly fire that falls Into some earthly dwelling , first it calls The Neighbours onely to admire the light And lustre that surprize their wondring sight , Till kindling all , it grows a noble flame , Towring and spiring up from whence it came ; But e'er arrived at those azure Walls , The house that lodg'd it here , to ashes falls : Such was Orinda's Soul. But hold ! I see A Troop of Mourners in deep Elegie , Make room and listen to their charming lays , For they bring Cypress here to trade for Bays ; And he deserves it who of all the rest Praises and imitates Orinda best . UPON THE Approach of the SHORE AT HARWICH , In January , 1668. Begun under the MAST , At the Desire of My LADY GIFFARD . WElcome the fairest and the happiest earth , Seat of my hopes and pleasures , as my birth : Mother of welborn Souls , and fearless hearts , In Arms renown'd , and flourishing in Arts. The Island of good nature and good cheer , That elsewhere onely pass , inhabit here . Region of Valour and of Beauty too ; Which shews , the brave are onely fit to woo . No Child thou hast ever approacht thy shore That lov'd thee better , or esteem'd thee more . Beaten with Journeys both of Land and Seas , Tired with care , the busie man's disease ; Pinched with frost , and parched with the wind , Giddy with rowling , and with fasting pin'd ; Spighted and vex'd that Winds , and Tides , and Sands , Should all conspire to cross such great commands As haste me home with an account that brings The doom of Kingdoms to the best of Kings . Yet I respire at thy reviving sight , Welcome as health , and chearfull as the light ▪ How I forget my anguish and my toils , Charm'd at th'approach of thy delight ▪ How like a Mother thou holdst out thy armes To save thy children from pursuing harms ; And open'st thy kind bosom , where they find Safety from waves , and shelter from the wind : Thy cliffs so stately , and so green thy hills , This with respect , with hope the other fills , All that approach thee , and believe they find A Spring for Winter that they left behind . Thy sweet inclosures and thy scattered farms Shew thy secureness from thy Neighbours harms ; Their sheep in houses , and their men in towns Sleep onely safe , thine rove about the downs , And hills , and groves , and plains , and know no fear Of foes , or Wolves , or cold throughout the year , Their vast and frightfull woods seem onely made To cover cruel deeds and give a shade To the wild beasts , and wilder men , they prey Upon whatever chances in their way . Thy pleasant thickets and thy shady groves Onely relieve the heats and cover loves , Sheltring no other thefts or cruelties , But those of killing or beguiling Eyes . Their famisht Hinds opprest by cruel Lords , Flead with hard taxes , aw'd with Soldier 's swords , Know no more ease than just what sleep can give ; Have no more heart or courage but to live : Thy brawny Clowns and sturdy Seamen fed With the good Beef that their own fields have bred , Safe in their Laws , and easie in their rent , Blest in their King , and in their State content ; When they are call'd away from Herd or Plough To arms , will make all foreign forces bow , And shew how much a lawfull Monarch saves , When twenty Subjects beat an hundred Slaves . Fortunate Island ! if thou didst but know How much thou dost to Heav'n and Nature owe ! And if thy humour were as good as great Thy forces , and as blest thy soil and seat ; But then with numbers thou would'st be o'er-run , Strangers to breathe thy air their own would shun ; And of thy children none abroad would roam , But for the pleasure of returning home . Come and embrace us in thy saving armes , Command the waves to cease their rough alarms , And guard us to thy Port , that we may see Thou art indeed the Empress of the Sea. So may thy Ships about the Ocean course , And still encrease in number and in force . So may no storms ever infest thy shores , But all the winds that blow encrease thy stores . May never more contagious air arise To close so many of thy childrens Eyes , But all about thee health and plenty vye Which shall seem kindest to thee , Earth or Sky . May no more fires be seen among thy Towns , But charitable Beacons on thy Downs , Or else victorious Bonefires in thy Streets , Kindled by winds that blow from off thy Fleets . Maist thou feel no more fits of factious rage , But all distempers may thy Charles assuage , With such well tuned concord of his State , As none but ill and hated men may hate . And maist thou from him endless Monarchs see Whom thou maist honour , who may honour thee . May they be wise and good , thy happy seat , And stores , will never fail to make them great . UPON My LADY GIFFARD's LOORY . OF all the questions which the curious raise Either in search of knowledge or of praise , None seems so much perplexed or so nice As where to find the seat of Paradise . But who could once that happy Region name From whence the fair and charming Loory came ? To end this doubt would give the best advice , For this was sure the bird of Paradise . Such radiant colours from no tainted air , Such notes and humour from no lands of care , Such unknown smells cou'd from no common earth , From no known Climate could receive a birth . For he alone in these alive outvi'd All the perfumes with which the Phoenix di'd . About a gentle Turtle 's was the size , The sweetest shape that e'er surprized eyes . A longish hawked bill , and yellow brown , A slick black velvet cap upon the crown . His back a scarlet mantle cover'd o'er , One purple sploach upon his neck he wore . His jetty eyes were circled all with flame . His swelling Breast was , with his back , the same . All down his belly a deep violet hue Was gently shaded to an azure blue . His spreading wings were green , to brown inclin'd , But with a sweet pale straw colour were lin'd . His tail , above was purples mixt with green , Under , a colour such as ne'er was seen , When like a Fan it spread , a mixture bold Of green and yellow grideline and gold . Thus by fond Nature was he drest more gay Than Eastern Kings in all their rich array , For Feather much , as well as Flow'r , outvies In softness , silk , in colour mortal dies . But none his beauty with his humour dare , Nor can his Body with his Soul compare . If that was wonder , this was Prodigy , They differ'd as the finest Earth and Sky . If ever any reasonable Soul Harbor'd in shape of either brute or fowl , This was the Mansion , Metamorphosie Gain'd here the credit lost in Poetrie . No passion moving in a humane breast Was plainer seen , or livelier exprest . No wit or learning , eloquence or song , Acknowledg'd kindness , or complain'd of wrong With accents half so feeling as his notes : Look how he rages , now again he dotes ; Brave like the Eagle , meek as is the Dove , Jealous as Men , like Women does he love . With bill he wounds you sudden as a dart , Then nibling asks you pardon from his heart . He calls you back if e'er you go away , He thanks you if you are so kind to stay . When you return , with exultation high He raises notes that almost pierce the Sky , But all in such a language that we guest , Though he spoke ours , he found his own the best . Such a Badeen ne'er came upon the Stage , So droll , so monkey in his play and rage ; Sprawling upon his back , and pitching pyes , Twirling his head , and flurring at the flies . A thousand tricks and postures would he show , Then rise so pleas'd both with himself and you , That the amaz'd beholders could not say Whether the bird was happier , or they . With a soft brush was tipt his wanton tongue , He lapt his water like a Tyger young , His Lady's teeth with this he pickt and prun'd ; With this a thousand various notes he tun'd . A chagrin fine cover'd his little feet , Which to wild airs would in wild measures meet . With these he took you by the hand , his prey With these he seiz'd , with these he hopt away . With these held up he made his bold defence , The arms of safety , love and violence . With all these charms Loory endow'd and drest , Forsaking climates with such creatures blest . From Eastern regions and remotest strands Flew to the gentle Artemisa's hands . And when from thence he gave the fatal start , Went to the gentle Artemisa's heart . Fed with her hands , and percht upon her head , From her lips water'd , nested in her bed . Nurst with her cares , preserved with her fears , And now , alas ! embalmed with her tears . But sure among the griefs that plead just cause , This needs must be acquitted by the laws , For never could be greater passion , Concernment , jealousie , for Mistress shown , Content in presence , and at parting grief ; Trouble in absence , by return relief . Such application , that he was i' th' end Company , Lover , Play-fellow and Friend . Could I but hope or live one man to find As much above the rest of humane kind As this above the race of all that flie , Long should I live , contented should I dye . Had such a Creature heretofore appear'd When to such various Gods were Altars rear'd , Who came transformed down in twenty shapes For entertainment , love , revenge , or rapes : Loory would then have Mercury been thought , And of him sacred Images been wrought : For between him sure was sufficient odds And all th' Egyptian , Gothick , Indian Gods : Nay , with more reason had he been ador'd Than Gods that perjur'd , Goddesses that whor'd : Yet such the greatest Nations chose or found , And rais'd the highest Plant from lowest ground . FINIS . ARISTAEUS . Drawn from the latter part of the FOURTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S GEORGICKS . The Argument . Aristaeus was Son of Cyrene , Daughter to one of the ancient Kings of Arcadia ; and by Apollo as was believed or at least reported . His Birth was concealed , and he was sent to be privately brought up among the Shepherds of Arcadia ; where grown a Man , he applyed himself wholly to the cares and stores of a Country Life , in all which he succeeded , so as to grow nowned for his Knowledge and Wealth . He was esteemed the first Inventer of Cheese , Oyl and Honey , or rather of the Art of hiving Bees , which before were wild , and their Stocks found only by chance and in hollow Trees . For this he was worshipt among the Arcadians as Son of Apollo , and as other Inventers of things necessary or most useful to humane Life . He fell in love with Euridice newly espoused to Orpheus ; and by his pursuit of her , was the occasion of her Death , being bitten by a Snake as she fled from him . This was followed by the death of Orpheus after a long and incurable grief , whereupon Aristaeus was by the Nymphs Companions of Euridice , plagued in all his Stores , but most of all in his Bees , of which he was fondest , till he lost them all , and was in despair ever to recover them : But by the Advice of his Mother and of Proteus , to whom she sent him , he came to find out both the true cause of his loss , and means of retrieving it . THe Shepherd Aristaeus grieving , sees The helpless loss of his beloved Bees ; In vain he with the strong Contagion strives , The clustering Stocks lye famisht in their Hives ; Some from abroad return with droopy Wing With empty Thighs , and most without a Sting . They with Diseases , He with sorrow pines , And to his spited Grief himself resigns ; Abandons all his wonted Cares and Pains , His Flocks , his Groves , his Shepherds and his Plains . Away he goes led by his raving Dreams , To the clear Head of the Peneian Streams ; Full of Complaints he there his Sorrow breaks , And thus reproaching to his Mother speaks . Cyrene , Sometime Mother , whose Abodes Are at the Bottom of these Chrystal Floods , If e're Apollo charmed thy Desire As I am told , or was my Sacred Sire , If ever thou broughtst forth this Child , the hate And scorn of angry unrelenting Fate ; What is his Care ? Or where thy tender Love ? That bid me hope for blessed Seats above : Is this th' advantage of Immortal-Race ? Are these the Trophies that thy Offspring grace ? Is 't not enough , I pass inglorious Life Among the Country Shades , in Toyl and Strife ▪ With my hard Fate , but Thou must envy bear , That I liv'd private , void of Hope or Fear ; Sprung from such Seed I should a Hero be , Is it too much to be content and free ? What is the Honour of poor Sheep and Bees ? That thou should'st envy or deny me these ; Thou art a Goddess , I an humble Swain , And can my Rural-Fortunes give thee Pain ? If so , then come and cut down all my Groves Parch all my eared Sheaves , and kill my Droves , Famish my Flocks , and root up all my Vines , He that is once undone no more repines . Thus went he on , until at length the Sound Reacht Fair Cyrene , she sate circled round With all her Nymphs , in Vaulted Chambers spread Under the great and Sacred Rivers Bed ; There was Cydippe , gentle , sweet and fair , And bright Lycorias with Golden Hair ; The first a Virgin free from wanton Stains , The other newly past Lucinas Pains ; Clio and Beroe from the Ocean Lately arrived each upon a Swan ; Opis and Ephyre and Deiopeia , Drymo , Ligaea and the young Thaleia ; Swift Arethusa had her Quiver laid , And wanton Speio with her Garland plaid ; Some spin Trilesian Wools , some entertain The rest with Stories of the pleasing Pain ; The Gay Climene told the crafty Wiles Of jealous Vulcan , how he Mars beguiles , How the sweet thefts are 〈◊〉 , the Train is set , And how the Lovers struggle in the Net. Whilst to such Tales they lend a willing Ear Their Times and Work away together wear ; Till Aristaeus sad complaint begins To make them listen , then proceeding wins All the Attention of the Chrystal Hall ; But Arethusa moved , before all The rest starts up , and rears her sprightly Head Above the Waves that murmur'd as they fled ; And Oh the Gods , Cyrene , cries she out , Sister Cyrene , Sister , here without , Thy chiefest care , sad Aristaeus stands , And Sighs , and swells , and with his gentle hands Wipes his wet Eyes , then to reproaches falls , And thee unkind and cruel Mother calls . She struck , and pale and feeling all the smart That at such news could pierce a Mothers Heart , Cries , bring him to us , bring him strait away , For him 't is lawful , Aristaeus may , Sprung of the Gods , their Sacred Portals tread ; Then she commands the hasty Streams that fled So fast away , to stop and leave a Room Where the Sad Youth might to her Palace come . The Waters hear their Goddesses Command , And rising from their Bed in Arches stand ; He through the glazed Vaults amaz'd descends , Guided by two of the kind Nymphs his Friends , Till the vast spacious Caverns he descries , Where fair Cyrenes watry Kingdom lies , And struck with Wonder , the new Scene beheld , Where●● vast regions mighty Waters sweld ; Her gloomy Groves repeat the hollow sound Of falling Flouds , the● Rocky Clifts rebound The fainting Eccho's ; here great lakes remain Enclos'd in Caves , reserv'd to fill some Vein Of failing Streams ; there mighty Rivers roul In Torrents raging , and without controul ; Here gentle Brooks with a soft murmur glide , Phasis and Lycus coasting by his side ; Cold Cydnus hastning to Cilician Strands , Old Tyber winding through the Tawny Sands ; The troubled Hypanis and Anien fair , All hast to show their Heads in open Air ; That way the rapid Po in branched Veins 〈◊〉 out to water many Fertile Plains . At length the noble Swain is wondring brought Into a great and round Pavilion wrought Out of a Christal Rock with Moss or'egrown , Within 't was paved all with Pumice Stone , The vaulted Roof with Mother Pearl was spread , Fretted with Coral in white Branches led , The Wall in grotesque Imag'ry excels , Wrought in a thousand various colour'd Shells ; Some representing the fierce Sea Gods rapes , Others the Fair and flying Nymphs escapes ; Here Neptune with the Tritons in his Train , There Venus rising from the foamy Main . Twenty eight Ivory Chairs , and cover'd all With Mossie Cusheons stood about the Hall , To one of these is Aristaeus led , Where sitting down , at first he hung his Head , Then sighing tells his Story , and his moan Repeats , but only lets reproach alone . Cyrene hearing all her Sons Complaints , Alass poor Youth , she crys , alass he faints ; Is it with fasting or with grief ? Go bring A boul of Water from yon Chrystal Spring , And bring a Flaggon of Old sparkling Wine ; The Nymphs dispatch , some make the Altar shine With Spicy Flames , some the white Napkins get And various dishes on the Table set . She takes a Cup of one great Pearl , and crys First to the Ocean let us Sacrifice , And while she holds it in her Hand , she prays To the great Ocean ; sings the Ocean's praise , Invokes a hundred Nymphs that him obey But in a hundred Groves and Rivers sway ; Thrice she pours Wine upon the sacred fires , And thrice the Flame to th'arched Roof aspires , With which propitious Signs Cyrene pleas'd , She thus her Sons impatient Grief appeas'd . In the Carpaethian Gulf blew Proteus dwells , Great Neptunes Prophet , who the Ocean quells ; He in a glittering Chariot courses o're The foaming Waves , Him all the Nymphs adore , Old Nereus too , because He all things knows , The past , the present , and the future Shows : So Neptune pleas'd , who Proteus thus inspir'd , And with such Wages to his Service hir'd . Gave him the Rule of all his briny Flocks , That feed among a thousand ragged Rocks : He 's coasting now to the Emathian Shore , Neer fair Pallene , where bright Thetis bore This Son of th' Ocean , Thou must him pursue , And seize , and bind , and make him tell the true Cause and events of thy disastrous chance ; By no fair Words or Pray'rs thou canst advance , Nor gentle means , hard force will make him bend And for his own , be glad to serve thy end : When next the radiant Sun shall scorch the Plain , And thirsty Cattel seek for shade in vain ; I will my self conduct thee to the Cells , And close Retreats where this Enchanter dwells ; When he the Ocean leaves and takes his rest ; There seize him tyred , and with sleep opprest , And bind him fast with Fetters and with Chains ; And still , the more he struggles and he strains , The faster hold him , and beware his Wiles , By which he other Mortals still beguiles ; For into twenty various Forms he 'l turn A Marble Pillar , or a carved Urn , A Flash of Fire , or else a gushing Floud , A shaggy Lyon smeared all with Bloud , A Scaly Dragon , or a rugged Bear , A chafed Boar , or Tyger he 'l appear . But thou the more he shifts his various Shapes , Take the more care to hinder his escapes , And hold him faster , till at length he rise In the same Form thou didst him first surprize ; Then will he tell whose Anger has thee griev'd , And how thy loss may be again retreiv'd . Thus said Cyrene , and with a gentle look Upon her Son , her Golden Tresses shook , From whence Ambrosian Odours were diffus'd About the Room , by which the Shepherd , us'd So long to Woe , strait seemed to revive , And thought his loved Bees again alive ; His Hair and Weed the sweet Perfume retains , And sprightly vigour runs through all his Veins . There is a mighty Gulph , which many a Tide Had eaten out of a great Mountains side ; Sometimes the foaming Waves come braving o're The ragged Clifts , that all infe●t the Shore , And a great Sea covers this mighty Bay ; But when with falling Tides it steals away , Then does a dry and spacious Strand appear , Which rough and scatter'd Rocks does only bear . About the midst , one above all the rest With scraggy Splints raises its lofty Crest ; The spreading Roof has two unequal sides , Half undermined by the beating Tides , Which make two hollow Chamberson the Strand Arched with Rock , and floored with the Sand ; Of these the larger is the cool Retreat Which Proteus chooses from the scorching Heat . Within the lesser fair Cyrene hides Bold Aristaeus , where the Youth abides , Turn'd from the Light , and casting in his mind How he may seize the Bard , and how him bind . Thus all prepar'd , the Nymph no longer stays , But in a mist away her self conveys ; And as she rises all the Sky grows clear , Phoebus begins his flaming Head to rear , Parching the Corn , and scorching up the Blades . The lowing Cattle seek about for Shades , The panting Lyons with the Heat opprest , And Tygers tamed , lay them down to rest , The thirsty Indians hasten to their Caves , And now the briny Flocks forsake the Waves ; Here comes a Triton on a Dolphin borne , There a great Sea-horse with his wreathed horn , The snarling Seals crawl up the sloping Shore , And deep mouth'd Hounds that in Charybdis rore , Calves , Hogs and Bears ( all Monsters of the Flouds But those resembling which frequent the Woods ) Roul on the Sand , or sprawling on their sides In the hot Sun they tann their tawny Hides . Then Proteus wafted or'e the curling Waves , Leaps on the Shore and hastens to his Caves , There sitting down , He shakes his briny Locks , And eyes his Heards scatter'd among the Rocks ; Just as some aged Shepherd e're the Night Approaches , and the Wolves begin to fright His tender Lambs , gets on some rising ground , And gathers all his Flocks about him round , Views them with care , and numbers all his Sheep , Then on the Grass securely falls asleep . But Proteus scarce is laid upon the Sands , In easie Slumbers stretching out his Hands , When the fierce youth in hast upon him runs , Seizes him fast , and with Amazement stuns The frighted Captive . Then he claps on Bands Upon his fainting Legs and trembling Hands . Yet 't is not long the Elfe forgets his Arts , But at the first surprizing Fright departs , Come to himself , He is himself no more , Nothing appears of what he was before ; But into twenty Monstrous shapes he turns , Gushes like Water , or in Flame he burns , A Serpent hisses , or a Lyon roars , A Tygers likeness , or a grizly Boars : But the warn'd Swain never le ts go his hold , Till Proteus finding none of all his old Accustomed Wiles succeed , He silence breaks And thus in Humane Voice and Shape he speaks . But who , thou boldest of all Mortal Race , Has sent thee here , my lonely Steps to trace , And taught thee , undiscerned , thus to creep Into the secret Closets of the Deep ; Or what 's the thing thou seek'st now I am ty'd , And in thy Hands ? The Shepherd strait reply'd Thou askest what thou knowest , for none can thee Deceive , then think not of deceiving me ; 'T is by the Gods Commands we here are come To thee for Help , or else to know our Doom . At this the Prophet rowls his fiery Eyes , And Grinds his Teeth awhile , and then replys ▪ 'T is not in vain , or for light cause decreed By angry Fates , that thy fond Heart should bleed As well as his , for whom this punishment Too too unequal to thy Crime is sent : 'T is wretched Orpheus does thy Life infest , And both have lost what both have loved best ; Thy Heart was set upon thy Rural Stores , He nothing but Euridice adores ; Thou wert the cause of her untimely Fate , And He pursues thee with an endless Hate . The lovely Bride was wandring o're the Plain , In hopes to meet her own desired Swain ; When thou bold Youth enflamed by her Charms Would fain have caught her in thy Lustful Arms , Away she springs like a light Doe that flys The bloudy Hound , her nimble Feet she plys Along the Downs , but whilst away she runs , And thy pursuit amaz'd and frighted shuns ; Alass ! Unwary , she ne're spy'd the Snake , That , as she past , lay lurking in the brake ; Thus almost hopeless grown and out of Breath She scapes thy Rage by an untimely Death . But her last Cries the Ecchoes far report , The Nymphs about her shreeking all resort ; The hollow Woods in murmur make their moan Among their Branches all the Tur●●es Groan ; The Thracian Mountains round with Sorrow swell The very Tygers all about them yell , The towring Heavens at her Fate complain , And broken hearted Clouds fall down in Rain ; The following Night her deepest Sable wears , And the next Morning weeps in dewy Tears . But woful Orpheus all in grief excels , All in Complaints , among the Rocks he dwells , In Tears dissolving , and with sighing pin'd , Calling the Heavens unjust , and Gods unkind ; At length he takes up his melodious Lyre , Which Phoebus ever used to inspire ; Thinking to charm his Woes and Love-sick Heart , A cure too hard for either Time or Art ; For now his warbling Harp would yield no sounds , But lost Euridice , Euridice rebounds From every trembling String ; Thee still he sung , Thy gentle Name among the Woods he rung ; Thee on the lonely Shore amidst the Rocks , Thee on the Hills among the Heards and Flocks , Thee on the dawning of the Morning gray , Thee at the closing of the weary Day . But where alass , thus wretched should he go , Tyr'd with light , he seeks the Shades below ; To the Taenarian Caves his course he bends , And by the deep infernal Gates descends . Into the ghastly leafless Woods that spread Over the gloomy Regions of the Dead ; Trunks without Sap , and Boughs that never bare , Some pale with Fear , some black with deep despair , He crost the Sooty Plains and miry Lakes , All full of croaking Toads and hissing Snakes ; Came to the rusty Iron Gates that bring To the black Towers of the great dreadful King , Hoping to touch a Heart with his sad care , That ne're relented yet with Humane Pray'r . But at his pow'rful Song the very Seats Of Erebus were moved , the Retreats Of all the Ghosts were opened , and they swarm Like Bees in clusters when the Sun grows warm , Or when the Evening drives them to the Hive , Mothers and Virgins now no more alive , Husbands and Children , Heroes so renown'd , Mixt with the nameless Crowd , and Monarchs Crown'd , 'Mong sweaty Hinds , and Slaves about him throng , Admire and listen to his charming Song : The whole Tartarian Regions all amaz'd Stood and attended , or upon him gaz'd ; The Slow Cocytus stopsits muddy Floud , And Styx about him nine times circling stood , The snaky Tresses of th' Eumenides Left off their hissing , Cerberus at ease Laid down his threefold Head , and ceas'd to roar Ixions restless Wheel would turn no more . And now th' enchanting Orpheus had prevail'd , His Songs had more than ever Prayers avail'd , Euridice's again restor'd to Humane Life , And He returns close follow'd by his Wife ; Hears , but not sees her , for that Law was made By Proserpine , and was upon him layd , He should not once behold his Lovely Fair , Till both arriv'd above in open Air. But when th' Infernal Mansions almost past , Approaching Day a dawning twilight cast Upon the Lovers , the unhappy Swain Forgetting all his Woes and all his Pain , Spent with desire , and vanquisht of his Mind , Turn'd his impatient Head , and cast a kind And longing Look upon his gentle Mate , Now heedless of the Doom impos'd by Fate ; A venial Fault , if Pitty or if Grace Had ever grown among the infernal Race . But here his Labour all run out in vain , The unrelenting Doom takes place again ; Thrice from the Avernian Lake a horrid noise Invades his Ears , and thrice the howling voice Of Cerberus , thrice shuck the vaulted Cave , And for the Nymph opened a second Grave . She fainting crys , what Fury thee possest , What frenzy , Orpheus , seized on thy Brest ; Ah me , once more undone ! Behold the Fates Again recall me to the Iron Gates ; Once more my Eyes are seiz'd with endless sleep ; And now farewel , I sink into the Deep Oblivions Cells , surrounded all with Night , No longer thine , in vain to stop my Flight I stretch my Arms , in vain thou stretchest thine , In vain thou grievest , and I in vain repine . Thus said she , and o' th' suddain from his Eyes , Like Smoak to Air all vanishing she flies , And leaves him catching at the empty Shade , In vain he call'd her , and fond Offers made To follow , for no more hard Fate allows His wisht return , nor hearkens to his Vows ; Black Guards of Orcus strongly him withstood , Nor suffer'd to approach the Stygian Floud . What should he do , where pass his woful Life ? Twice had he got , twice lost his Dearest Wife ; With what new Vows should he the Heavens please ? With what new Songs should he the Ghosts apppease ? She now grown pale and cold , was wafting o're The Stygian Lake , and near the hated Shore . Full seven long Months in sad and raving Dreams Or restless thoughts he past near Strimon's Streams Under a lovely Rock , or in wild Dens , Seeking the Savage Beasts , avoiding Mens Commerce or sight , but with his doleful lays He taught the flocking Birds to sing her praise ; His own Despair , the very Stones admire , And rowling follow his melodious Lyre ; He forc't the Heart of hardest Oak to groan , And made fierce Tygers leave their Rage , and moan ; So the sweet Nightingale that grieving stood And sawth ' untimely Rape of her young Brood Snatcht by some Clown out of the downy Nest , Under a Poplar shade , or else her Brest Against some Thorn , she spends her longsom Night In mournful Notes , and shuns th' approaching light But the dark thickets fils with endless moan Charming all others sorrow but her own . No heats new Venus in him e're could raise , No Sence e're mov'd him of Reproach or praise , Along the Streams of Tanais he goes , Alone he wanders o're the Scythian Snows , Seeks the rough Mountains cover'd all with Frost , And tells the Trees Euridice is lost , Curses the vain Concession of the Fates , Himself , and angry Gods , and Men he hates , Women he scorns , since she must be no more , Whom only he , and ever could adore . But the Cyconian Dames too long despis'd , Too much desiring by him to be priz'd , Amidst the Sacred Rights of Bacchus Feast Ript up his vainly lov'd and loving Brest , Tore him in Pieces , and about the Fields Scatter'd his Limbs ( what Fruits Religion yields ) And even then , when into Hebers Streams They threw his Head , his Eyes had lost their Beams His Lips their ruddy hue , but still his Voice Call'd in a Low , and now expiring noise , Euridice , Euridice his Tongue In broken Notes , now chill and trembling sung , Euridice the Eccho's sounded o're The Neighbouring Banks , and down the rocky Shore . Thus Proteus sung , then leapt into the Main , For now the foaming Tide return'd again Among the Rocks . The Shepherd stood amaz'd But strait Cyrene came , on whom he gaz'd Like one enchanted with the dreery Song Of charming Proteus , for the fatal Wrong Of Orpheus toucht him now , more than his own , In such sad Notes and lively Colours shown ; She chear'd his troubl'd Thoughts , and thus began No more complaints , my Son , no more these wan And careful Looks , the cause of all thy grief Is now discover'd , so is the Relief . The angry Nymphs that haunt the Shady Groves Where Orpheus , and his Bride , began their Loves ; And many a Dance had ●ught her in their Rings Whilst he so sweetly to their Measures sings ; T is they have plagued thee in all thy Stores , Among thy Sheep have caus'd so many Sores , Blasted thy Corn , and made thy Heifers pine , Blighted the fruitful Olive and the Vine ; But above all , thy Bees have felt the smart , Because they knew , thou hadst them most at Heart Therefore with Offrings thou must them appease They reconciled once , will give thee ease ; The Nymphs are gentle , may their Rage allay When thou beginst to Worship and to Pray . But the whole Order of their Sacred Rights I must explain , unknown to Mortal Wights ; First choose four Steers , the fairest of thy Heard , Which on Lycaean Mountains thou hast rear'd ; Four lovely Heifers yet unhandled take , Then just as many unhewn Altars make Within the Grove , where ancient use allows Arcadian Swains to pay their Holy Vows Unto the Nymphs . There as the day shall rise Of all these Offrings make one Sacrifice ; Upon the Altars pour the reeking Blood , And leave the Bodies in the Shady Wood , First strowed over with fresh Oaken Boughs ; But when the Ninth Aurora thee shall rouze From thy soft Sleep , Lethaean Poppys bring , And unto Orpheus solemn Dirgies Sing ; With a black Sheep his angry Ghost appease , And a white Calf Euridice to please ; Then to the Grove return with humble Gate , And Heart devout , and there expect thy Fate . The Swain instructed , makes no long delay , Unto the Shrine he strait begins his way , Raises the Altars , all the Bullocks slays , Offers his humblest Prayers and his Praise Unto the angry Nymphs , then home retires And lays sweet Incense on his Houshold Fires Full eight long days , but when the dawning light Upon the ninth restor'd the Morning bright , He to the Grove returns , and there he sees ( Stupend●ous sight ) a thousand thousand Bees ; Out of the melted Bowels of each Stear , As from a mighty swarming Hive appear , Bursting from out the Sides with vital Heat , From whence in Clouds they rise , then take their seat Upon the leaning Boughs , till all the Trees Are hung with Bunches of the clustring Bees . Thus have I sung poor Nymphs and Shepherds dreams Whilst Caesar thunders a● Euphrates streams With conquering Arms the vanquisht Nations aws , And to the willing People gives just Laws , Treads the true Path to great Olympus Hills , And wondring Mortals with his Praises fills . FINIS Ode the 29th . Lib. III. 1. MOecena's Off-spring of Tyrrhenian Kings , And worthy of the greatest Empires sway , Unbend thy working mind a while , and play With softer thoughts and looser Strings , Hard Iron ever wearing will decay . 2. A Piece untouch't of old and noble Wine Attends thee here ; soft essence for thy hair , Of Purple Violets made , or Lillies fair . The Roses hang their heads and pine , And till you come in vain perfume the Air. 3. Be not inveigled by the gloomy shades Of Tyber , nor cool Aniens Chrystal streams , The Sun is yet but young , his gentle beams Revive , and scorch not up the blades . The Spring like Virtue , dwells between extreams 4. Leave fulsom plenty for a while , and come From stately Palaces that towre so high And spread so far ; The dust and business fly , The smoak and noise of mighty Rome , And cares that on Embroider'd Carpets lye . 5. It is vicissitude that pleasure yields To Men with greatest wealth and honours blest , And sometimes homely fare but cleanly drest . In Country Farms or pleasant Fields ; Clears up a Cloudy brow and thoughtful breast . 6. Now the cold Winds have blown themselves away , The Frosts are melted into pearly Dewes ; The Chirping Birds each morning tell the news , Of chearful Spring , and welcome day . The tender Lambs follow the bleating Ewes . 7. The Vernal bloom adorns the fruitful Trees With various dress ; the soft and gentle rains , Begin with Flowers to enamel all the plains . The Turtle with her Mate agrees : And wanton Nymphs with their enamoured swains . 8. Thou art contriving in thy mind , what State , And form , becomes that mighty City best : Thy busie head can take no gentle rest , For thinking on th' events , and Fate , Of factious Rage ; which has her long opprest . 9. Thy cares extende to the remotest Shores , Of her vast Empire , how the Persian Arms ; Whether the Bactrians joyn their Troops ; what harms From the Cantabrians and the Moores ; May come , or the tumultuous German swarms . 10. But the wise Powers above , that all things know , In sable night have hid the events , and train Of future things ; and with a just disdain , Laugh when poor mortals here below , Fear without cause ; and break their sleeps in vain 11. Think how the present thou maist well compose , With equal mind , and without endless cares For the unequal course of State affairs , Like to the Ocean ebbs and flows , Or rather like our Neighbouring Tyber fares . 12. Now smooth and silent down her Channel creeps Now swells and rages , threatning all to drown ; The Banks and Trees , and Houses tumbles down , Away both Corn and Cattle sweeps . And fills with noise and horror Fields and Town . 13. After a while grown calm , retreats again Into her sandy Bed , and softly glides ; So Jove sometimes in fiery Chariot rides With cracks of Thunder , storms of Rain , Then grows serene , and all our fears derides . 14. He only lives content , and his own man Or rather Master ; who each night can say : 'T is well , thanks to the Gods I 've liv'd to day . This is my own , this never can Like other Goods , be forc't or stoln away . 15. And for to morrow let me weep or laugh , Let the Sun shine or Storms and Tempests ring , Yet 't is not in the power of Fates , a thing Should ne're have bin , or not be safe Which flying time has cover'd with her wing . 16. Capricious Fortune plays a scornful game With humane things ; uncertain as the Wind : Sometimes to thee , sometimes to me is kind . Throws about Honours , Wealth , and Fame , At random , heedless , humorous and blind . 17. He 's wise , who when she smiles the good enjoys , And unallayed with fears of future ill ; But if she frowns can let her have her will. I can with ease resign the toyes , And lye wrapt up in my own Virtue still . 18. I 'le make my court to honest Poverty An easie Wife , although without a dowre , What Nature asks will yet be in my power : For without Pride or Luxury , How little serves to pass the fleeting hour . 19. 'T is not for me when Winds and Billows rise And crack the Mast , and mock the Seamens cares , To fall to poor and Mercenary prayers : For fear the Tyrian Merchandize Should all be lost , and not enrich my Heirs . 20. I 'le rather leap into the little Boat , Which without fluttering Sails shall waft me o're The swelling Waves ; and then I 'le think no more Of Ship , or fraight ; but change my note , And thank the Gods that I am safe a-shore . FINIS . A65458 ---- An epistle to a friend concerning poetry by Samuel Wesley. Wesley, Samuel, 1662-1735. 1700 Approx. 88 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 17 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-07 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A65458 Wing W1370 ESTC R33581 13523803 ocm 13523803 99956 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- History and criticism. 2003-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-04 John Latta Sampled and proofread 2003-04 John Latta Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND CONCERNING POETRY . By SAMUEL WESLEY . Fungor vice Cotis . LONDON : Printed for CHARLES HARPER , at the Flower de Luce in Fleetstreet . MDCC . PREFACE . I Have not much to say of this Poem , before I leave it to the Mercy of the Reader . There 's no need of looking far into it , to find out that the direct Design of a great part of it , is to serve the Cause of Religion and Virtue ; tho' 't was necessary for that End to dispose the whole in such a manner as might be agreeable to the Tast of the present Age , and of those who usually give such sort of Books the Reading . If there be any Thoughts in it relating to Poetry , that either are not known to all Persons , or are tolerably ranged and expressed , the Reader is welcom to 'em for Over-weight : If there are too few of these , I yet hope the Pardon of all candid Judges , because I 've done the best I cou'd on this Argument . I can't be angry with any Person for ranking me amongst the Ogylbys ; my Quarrel is with those that rank themselves amongst Atheists , and impudently defend and propagate that ridiculous Opinion of the Eternity of the World , and a fatal invincible Chain of Things , which , it seems , is now most commonly made use of to destroy the Faith , as our lewd Plays are to corrupt the Morals of the Nation : An Opinion , big with more Absurdities than Transubstantiation it self , and of far more fatal Consequence , if receiv'd and believ'd : For besides its extremely weakening , if not destroying , the Belief of the Being and Providence of God , it utterly takes away any sort of Freedom in Humane Actions , reduces Mankind beneath the Brute Creation ; perfectly excuses the greatest Villanies in this World , and entirely vacates all Retribution hereafter . One wou'd wonder with what Face or Conscience such a Sett of Men shou'd hope to be treated by the Rules of Civility , when they themselves break through those of Society , and common Humanity : How they can expect any fairer Quarter than Wolves or Tygers ; or what Reason they can give why a Price should not be sett upon their Heads , as well as on the Others ; or at least why they should not be securely hamper'd and muzzled , and led about for a Sight , like other Monsters . 'T is the fatal and spreading Poyson of these Mens Examples and Principles which has extorted these warm Expressions from me ; I cannot with Patience see my Countrey ruin'd by the prodigious increase of Infidelity and Immorality , nor forbear crying out with some Vehemence , when I am giving Warning to all honest Men to stand up in the Defence of it , when it is in greater and more eminent danger than it wou'd have been formerly , if the Spanish Armada had made a Descent amongst us : I don't speak of these things by distant Hear-say , or only from our publick Prints , but from my own Knowledg and little Acquaintance in the World , and therefore others must have observ'd much more , and cannot but fear , that if things go on as they now are , without a greater Check , and more severe Laws against these wide and contagious Mischiefs , at least without a more general united Endeavour to put those Laws already made in strict Execution , we are in a fair way to become a Nation of Atheists . 'T is now no difficult matter to meet with those who pretend to be lewd upon Principles ; They 'll talk very gravely , look as if they were in earnest , and come sobrii ad perdendam Rempublican : they wou'd be Criticks too , and Philosophers : They attack Religion in Form and batter it from every Quarter ; they wou'd turn the very Scriptures against themselves , and labour hard to remove a Supreme Being out of the World ; or if they do vouchsafe him any room in it , 't is only that they may find Fault with his Works , which they think , with that Blasphemer of old , might have been much better order'd , had they themselves stood by and directed the Architect . They 'll tell you the Errors of Nature are every where plain and visible , all monstrous , here too much and there too little ; or , as one of their own Poets , Here she 's too sparing , there profusely vain . What would these Men have , or why can't they be content to sink single into the bottomless Gulph , without dragging so much Company thither with ' em ? Can they grapple Omnipotence , ar are they sure they can be too hard for Heaven ? Can they Thunder with a Voice like God , and cast abroad the Rage of their Wrath ? Cou'd they annihilate Hell , indeed , or did it only consist of such painted Flames as they 'd fain believe it , they might make a shift to be tolerably happy , more quietly rake through the World , and sink into Nothing . There 's too great reason to apprehend , that this Infection is spred among Persons of almost all Ranks and Qualities ; and that tho' some may think it decent to keep on the Masque , yet if they were search'd to the bottom , all their Religion wou'd be found that which they most blasphemously assert of Religion in general , only a State Engin to keep the World in Order . This is Hypocrisie with a Witness , the basest and meanest of Vices ; and how come Men to fall into these damnable Errors in Faith , but by Lewdness of Life ? The Cowards wou'd not believe a God because they dare not do it , for Woe be to 'em if there be one , and consequently any Future Punishments . From such as these , I desire no Favour , but that of their Ill Word , as their Crimes must expect none from me , whose Character obliges me to declare an eternal War against Vice and Infidelity , tho' at the same time heartily to pity those who are infected with it . If I cou'd be ambitious of a Name in the World , it shou'd be that I might sacrifice it in so glorious a Cause as that of Religion and Virtue : If none but Generals must fight in this sacred War , when there are such infernal Hosts on the other side , they cou'd never prevail without one of the antient Miracles : If little People can but well discharge the Place of a private Centinel , 't is all that 's expected from us . I hope I shall never let the Enemies of God and my Countrey come on without Fireing , tho' it serve but to give the Alarm , and if I dye without quitting my Post ▪ I desire no greater Glory . I have endeavour'd to shew that I had no Personal Pique against any whose Characters I may have given in this Poem , nor think the worse of them for their Thoughts of me . I hope I have every where done 'em Justice , and as well as I cou'd , have given 'em Commendation where they deserve it ; which may also , on the other side , acquit me of Flattery with all Impartial Judges ; for 't is not only the Great whose Characters I have bere attempted . And if what I have written may be any ways useful , or innocently diverting to the virtuous and ingenious Readers , he has his End , who is Their Humble Servant S. WESLEY . AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND CONCERNING POETRY . AS Brother Prynne of old from Mount Orgueil , So I to you from Epworth and the Isle : Harsh Northern Fruits from our cold Heav'ns I send , Yet , since the best they yield , they 'll please a Friend . You ask me , What 's the readiest way to Fame , And how to gain a Poet 's sacred Name ? For Saffold send , your Choice were full as just , When burning Fevers fry your Limbs to Dust ! Yet , lest you angry grow at your Defeat , And me as ill as that fierce Spark should treat Who did the Farrier into Doctor beat ; You to my little Quantum , Sir , are free , Which I from HORACE glean or NORMANBY ; These with some grains of Common Sense unite , " Then freely think , and as I think I write . First poize your Genius , nor presume to write If Phoebus smile not , or some Muse invite : Nature refuses Force , you strive in vain , She will not drag , but struggling breaks the Chain . How bright a Spark of Heav'nly Fire must warm ! What Blessings meet a Poet's Mind to form ! How oft must he for those Life-Touches sit , Genius , Invention , Memory , Iudgment , Wit ? There 's here no Middle-State , you must excel ; Wit has no Half-way-House 'twixt Heav'n and Hell. All cannot All things , lest you mourn too late , Remember Phaeton's unhappy Fate ! Eager to guide the Coursers of the Day , Beneath their Brazen Hoofs he trampled lay , And his bright Ruines mark'd their flaming Way . You 'll ask , What GENIUS is , and Where to find ? 'T is the full Power and Energy of Mind : A Reach of Thought that skims all Nature o'er , Exhausts this narrow World , and asks for more : Through every Rank of Beings when 't has flown , Can frame a New Creation of its own : By Possible and Future unconfin'd : Can stubborn Contradictions yoke , and bind Through Fancy's Realms , with Number , Time and Place , Chimaera-Forms , a thin , an airy Race ; Then with a secret conscious Pride surveys Th' Enchanted Castles which 't had Power to raise . As Genius is the Strength , be WIT defin'd The Beauty and the Harmony of Mind : Beauty's Proportion , Air , each lively Grace The Soul diffuses round the Heav'nly Face : 'T is various , yet 't is equal , still the same In Alpine Snows , or Ethiopian Flame ; While glaring Colours short-liv'd Grace supply , Nor Frost nor Sun they bear , but scorch and die . Nor these alone , tho much they can , suffice , JUDGMENT must join , or never hope the Prize : Those Headstrong Coursers scowr along the Plains , The Rider's down , if once he lose the Reins : Soon the Mad Mixture will to all give Law , And for the Laurel Wreaths present thee Wreaths of Straw . Iudgment 's the Act of Reason ; that which brings Fit Thoughts to Thoughts , and argues Things from Things , True , Decent , Just , are in its Balance try'd , And thence we learn to Range , Compound , Divide . A Cave there is wherein those Nymphs reside Who all the Realms of Sense and Fancy guide ; Nay some affirm that in the deepest Cell Imperial Reason's self does not disdain to dwell : With Living Reed 't is thatch'd and guarded round , Which mov'd by Winds emit a Silver Sound : Two Crystal Fountains near its Entrance play , Wide scatt'ring Golden Streams which ne'er decay , Two Labyrinths behind harmonious Sounds convey : Chiefly , within , the Room of State is fam'd Of rich Mosaick Work divinely fram'd : Of small Extent to view , 't will all things hide , Heav'n's Azure Arch it self not half so wide : Here all the Arts their sacred Mansion chuse , Here dwells the MOTHER of the Heav'n-born Muse : With wond'rous mystic Figures round 't is wrought Inlaid with FANCY , and anneal'd with Thought : With more than humane Skill depicted here The various Images of Things appear ; What Was , or Is , or labours yet to Be Within the Womb of Dark Futurity , May Stowage in this wondrous Storehouse find , Yet leave unnumber'd empty Cells behind : But ah ! as fast they come , they fly too fast , Not Life or Happiness are more in haste : Only the First Great Mind himself can stay The Fugitives , and at one Glance survey ; But those whom he disdains not to befriend , Uncommon Souls , who nearest Heav'n ascend Far more , at once , than others comprehend : Whate'er within this sacred Hall you find , Whate'er will lodge in your capacious Mind Let Iudgment sort , and skilful Method bind ; And as from these you draw your antient Store Daily supply the Magazine with more . Furnish'd with such Materials he 'll excel Who when he works is sure to work 'em well ; This ART alone , as Nature that bestows , And in Perfection both , th' accomplish'd Verser knows . Knows to persuade , and how to speak , and when ; The Rules of Life , and Manners knows and Men : Those narrow Lines which Good and Ill divide ; And by what Balance Iust and Right are try'd : How Kindred-Things with Things are closely join'd ; How Bodies act , and by what Laws confin'd , Supported , mov'd and rul'd by th' Universal Mind . When the moist Kids or burning Sirius rise ; Through what ambiguous Ways Hyperion flies , And marks our Upper or the Nether Skies . He knows those Strings to touch with artful Hand Which rule Mankind , and all the World command : What moves the Soul , and every secret Cell Where Pity , Love , and all the Passions dwell . The Music of his Verse can Anger raise , Which with a softer Stroak he smooths and lays : Can Emulation , Terror , all excite , Compress the Soul with Grief , or swell with vast Delight . If this you can , your Care you 'll well bestow , And some new Milton or a Spencer grow ; If not , a Poet ne'er expect to be , Content to Rime , like D — y or like me . But here perhaps you 'll stop me , and complain , To such Impracticable Heights I strain A Poet's Notion , that if This be He , There ne'er was one , nor e'er is like to be . — But soft , my Friend ! may we not copy well Tho far th' Original our Art excel ? Divine Perfection we our Pattern make Th' Idea thence of Goodness justly take ; But they who copy nearest , still must fall Immensely short of their Original ; But Wit and Genius , Sense and Learning join'd , Will all come short if crude and unrefin'd ; 'T is CONVERSE only melts the stubborn Ore And polishes the Gold , too rough before : So fierce the Natural Taste , 't will ne'er b' endur'd , The Wine is strong , but never rightly cur'd . STYLE is the Dress of Thought ; a modest Dress , Neat , but not gaudy , will true Critics please : Not Fleckno's Drugget , nor a worse Extream All daub'd with Point and Gold at every Seam : Who only Antique Words affects , appears Like old King Harry's Court , all Face and Ears ; Nor in a Load of Wig thy Visage shrowd , Like Hairy Meteors glimm'ring through a Cloud : Happy are those who here the Medium know , We hate alike a Sloven and a Beau. I would not follow Fashion to the height Close at the Heels , nor yet be out of Sight : Words alter , like our Garments , every day , Now thrive and bloom , now wither and decay . Let those of greater Genius new invent , Be you with those in Common Use content . A different Style 's for Prose and Verse requir'd , Strong Figures here , Neat Plainness there desir'd : A different Set of Words to both belong ; What shines in Prose , is flat and mean in Song . The Turn , the Numbers must be vary'd here , And all things in a different Dress appear . This every School-Boy lash'd at Eaton knows . Yet Men of Sense forget when they compose , And Father DRYDEN'S Lines are somtimes Prose . A vary'd Stile do various Works require , This soft as Air , and tow'ring that as Fire . None than th' Epistle goes more humbly drest , Tho neat 't wou'd be , and decent as the best . Such as th' ingenious Censor may invite Oft to return with eager Appetite ; So HORACE wrote , and so I 'd wish to write . Nor creeps it always , but can mount and rise , And with bold Pinions sail along the Skies . The self-same Work of different Style admits , Now soft , now loud , as best the Matter fits : So Father THAMES from unexhausted Veins , Moves clear and equable along the Plains ; Yet still of different Depth and Breadth is found , And humours still the Nature of the Ground . READING will mend your Style , and raise it higher , And Matter find to feed th' Immortal Fire : But if you would the Vulgar Herd excel , And justly gain the Palm of Writing well , Wast not your Lamp in scanning Vulgar Lines , Where groveling all , or One in twenty shines : With Prudence first among the Antients chuse , The noblest only , and the best peruse ; Such HOMER is , such VIRGIL'S sacred Page , Which Death defie , nor yield to Time or Age ; New Beauties still their Vigorous Works display , Their Fruit still mellows , but can ne'er decay . The Modern Pens not altogether slight , Be Master of your Language e'er you write ! Immortal TILLOTSON with Judgment scan , " That Man of Praise , that something more than Man ! Ev'n those who hate his Ashes this advise , As from black Shades resplendent Lightning flies , Unwilling Truths break through a Cloud of Lies . He Words and Things for mutual Aid design'd , Before at Variance , in just Numbers join'd ; He always soars , but never's out of sight , He taught us how to Speak , and Think , and Write . If English Verse you'd in Perfection see , ROSCOMMON read , and Noble NORMANBY : We borrow all from their exhaustless Store , Or little say they have not said before . Poor Insects of a Day , we toil and strive To creep from Dust to Dust , and think we live ; These weak imperfect Beings scarce enjoy E'er Death's rude Hand our blooming Hopes destroy : With Lynx's Eyes each others Faults we find , But to our own how few who are not blind ? How long is Art , how short , alas ! our Time ! How few who can above the Vulgar climb , Whose stronger Genius reach the True Sublime ! With tedious Rules which we our selves transgress , We make the Trouble more who strive to make it less . But meanly why do you your Fate deplore , Yet still write on ? — Why do a Thousand more , Who for their own or some Forefathers Crime Are doom'd to wear their Days in beating Rhime ? But this a Noble Patron will redress , And make you better write , tho you write less : Whate'er a discontented Mind pretends , Distinguish'd Worth can rarely miss of Friends : Do but excel , and he 'll at last arise Who from the Dust may lift thee to the Skies ; For his own Sake will his Protection grant ; What Horace e'er did yet Mecaenas want ? Or if the World its Favours should refuse , With barren Smiles alone reward thy Muse ; Be thy own Patron , thou no more wilt need , For all will court thee if thy Works succeed ; At least the few Good Iudges will commend , And secret growing Praise thy Steps attend . Who shew'd Columbus where the Indies lay ? True to thy self , charge through , and force to Fame the way ! If Envy snarl , indulge it no Reply , Write better still , and let it burst and die ! Rest pleas'd if you can please the Wiser Few , Since to please all is more than Heav'n it self can do . There are who can whate'er they will believe , That B — 's too hard for B — y , Three are Five : That Nature , Justice , Reason , Truth must fall , With Clear Idea's they 'll confound 'em all : That Parallels may travel till they meet ; Faith they can find in L — , no Sense in STILLINGFLEET . Disturb 'em not , but let 'em still enjoy Th' unenvy'd Charms of their Eternal Moi . If to the craggy Top of Fame you rise , Those who are lab'ring after ne'er despise . Nor those above on Honour's dazling Seat Tho disoblig'd , with sawcy Rudeness treat , Revenge not always is below the Great . Their Stronger Genius may o'er thine prevail : Wit , Power and Anger join'd but rarely fail . Tho Eagles would not chuse to hawk at Flies They'd snap 'em , should their buzzing Swarms arise Importunate , and hurt their Sun bright Eyes . Nor should the Muses Birds at random fly , And strike at all , lest if they strike they die . Why should we still be lazily content With thredbare Schemes , and nothing new invent ? All Arts besides improve , Sea , Air and Land Are every day with nicer Iudgment scan'd , And why should this alone be at a stand ? Or Nature largely to the Ancients gave And little did for younger Children save ; Or rather we impartial Nature blame To hide our Sloth , and cover o'er our Shame ; As Sinners , when their Reason's drown'd in Sense , Fall out with Heav'n , and quarrel Providence . Yet should you our Galenic Way despise , And some new Colbatch of the Muses rise ; No Quarter from the College hope , who sit Infallible at Will 's and judg of Sense and Wit : Keep fair with these , or Fame you court in vain , A strict Neutrality at least maintain ! Speak , like the wise Italian , well of all ; Who knows into what Hands he 's doom'd to fall ? Write oft and much , at first , if you 'd write well , For he who ne'er attempts will ne'er excel ; Practice will file your Verse , your Thoughts refine , And Beauty give , and Grace to every Line : The Gnat to fam'd AEneis led the way , And our Immortal COWLEY once did play . Let not the Sun of Life in vain decline , Or Time run waste ; No Day without a Line . Yet learn by me , my Friend , from Errors past ; O never write , or never Print in Haste ! The worst Excuse Ill Authors e'er advance , Which does , like Lies , a single Guilt enhance . Lay by your Work , and leave it on the Loom , Which if at mod'rate distance you resume , A Father's Fondness you 'll with Ease look through , And Objects in a proper Medium view . 'T is Time alone can Strength and Ripeness give ; A Hasty Birth can ne'er expect to live . Fly low at first , you 'll with Advantage rise ; This pleases all , as that will all surprize . No Work attempt but where your Strength you know , Be Master of your Subject , Thoughts will flow : The newer 't is , the choicer Fruit 't will yield , More Room you have to work if large your Field ; The Sponge you oftner than the Pen will want , And rather Reason see to prune than plant ; Yet where the Thoughts are barren , weak and thin , New Cyons should be neatly grafted in . If you with Friend or Enemy are blest , Your Fancy's Offspring ne'er can want a Test , Tho Both , perhaps may overshoot the Mark : First Spite with Envy charges in the Dark ; Unread they damn , and into Passion fall , 'T is Stuff , 't is Blasphemy , 't is Nonsense all ; They sleep ( when doz'd before ) at every Line , While your more dang'rous Friend exclaims , — 'T is fine , 'T is furiously Delightful , 't is Divine ; Th' inspiring God's in ev'ry Page confess'd ; A COWLEY or a DRYDEN at the least ! Yet you 'll from both an equal Iudgment frame And stand the nearest Candidate for Fame : What Envy praises , or what Friends dislike , This bears the Test , and that the Sponge should strike . Chuse to be absent when your Cause is try'd , Lest Favour should the partial Iudge misguide ; Nor others Thoughts implicitly prefer , Your Friends a Mortal , and like you , may err . Upon the last Appeal let Reason sit , And here , let all Authority submit . Divest your self of self whate'er you can , And think the Author now some other Man. A thousand trivial Lumber-Thoughts will come , A thousand Fagot-Lines will crowd for room ; Reform your Troops , and no Exemption grant , You 'll gain in Strength , what you in Numbers want . Nor yet Infallibility pretend ; He still errs on who thinks he ne'er can mend : Reject that hasty , that presumptuous Thought ! None e'er but VIRGIL wrote without a Fault ; ( Or none he has , or none that I can find , Who , dazzled with his Beauties , to his Moles am blind . ) Who has the least is happiest , he the best , Who owns and mends where he has once transgrest . Nor will good Writers smaller Blots despise , Lest those neglected should to Crimes arise ; Such Venial Sins indulg'd will mortal prove , At least they from Perfection far remove . Nor Critical Exactness here deride , It looks like Sloth , or Ignorance , or Pride ; Good Sense is spoild in Words unapt exprest , And Beauty pleases more when 't is well drest . Forget not METHOD if the Prize you 'd gain , 'T will cost you Thought , but richly pays the Pain ; What first , what second , or what last to place , What here will shine , and there the Work disgrace . Before you build , your MODEL justly lay , And ev'ry Part in Miniature survey ; Where airy Terraces shall threat the Skies , Where Columns tow'r , or neat Pilasters rise ; Where cool Cascades come roaring down the Hill , Or where the Crystal Nymph a mossie Bason fill : What Statues are to grace the Front design'd , And how to throw the meaner Rooms behind . Draw the Main Strokes at first , 't will shew your Skill , Life-Touches you may add whene'er you will. Ev'n Chance will sometimes all our Art excel , The angry Foam we ne'er can hit so well . A sudden Thought , all beautiful and bright Shoots in and stunns us with amazing Light ; Secure the happy Moment e'er 't is past , Not Time more swift , or Lightning flies so fast . All must be free and easie , or in vain You whip and spur , and the wing'd Courser strain : When foggy Clouds hand bellying in the Skies , Or sleety Boreas through th' Horizon flies ; He then , whose Muse produces ought that 's fine , His Head must have a stronger Turn than mine : Like Sybils Leaves the Train of Thoughts are rang'd , Which by rude Winds disturb'd , are nothing if they 're chang'd . Or are there too in Writing softer Hours ? Or is 't that Matter nobler Mind o'erpow'rs , Which boasts her native Liberty in vain , In Mortal Fetters and a Slavish Chain ? Death only can the Gordian Knot divide , Tho by what secret wondrous Bands 't is ty'd , Ev'n Reason's self must own she can't decide : For as the rapid Tides of Matter turn We 're fann'd with Pleasure or with Anger burn , We Love and Hate again , we Ioy and Mourn . Now the swift Torrent high and headstrong grows , Shoots through the Dykes , and all the Banks o'erflows ; Strait the capricious Waters backward fly , The Pebbles rake and leave the Bottom dry ; Watch the kind Hour and seize the rising Flood , Else will your dreggy Poem taste of Mud. Hence old and batter'd Hackneys of the Stage , By long Experience render'd Wise and Sage , With pow'rful Iuices restive Nature urge , Or else with Bays of old , they bleed and purge ; Thence , as the Priestess from her Cave inspir'd , When to his Cell the rancid God retir'd , Double Entendres their fond Audience blin●d , Their boasted Oracles abuse Mankind : False Ioys around their Hearts in Slumbers play , And the warm tingling Blood steals fast away ; The Soul grows dizzy , lost in Senses Night , And melts in pleasing Pain and vain Delight . Not that the sowrest Critick can reprove The soft the moving Scenes of Virtuous Love : Life's Sunny Morn , which wears , alas ! too fast ; Pity it e'er should hurt , or should not always last ! Has Bankrupt Nature then no more to give , Or by a Trick persuades Mankind to live ? No — when with Prudence join'd 't is still the same Or ripens into Friendship 's nobler Name , The Matter pure , immortal is the Flame . No Fool , no Debauchee could ever prove The honest Luxury of virtuous Love ; Then curs'd are those who that fair Name abuse , And holy Hymen's sacred Fillets loose ; Who poison Fountains , and infect the Air , Ruine the Witty , and debauch the Fair ; With nauseous Images their Scenes debase At once their Country's Ruine and Disgrace . Weigh well each Thought if all be Iust and Right , For those must clearly think who clearly write . Nothing obscure , equivocal , or mean , Much less what is or impious or obscene : Altho the tempting Serpent play his part , And wind in glitt'ring Folds around thy Heart ; Reject the trait'rous Charmer , tear him thence , And keep thy Vertue and thy Innocence . In wild America's rank Champaign grows A Tree which Europe oft too dearly knows ; It rises high in cool inchanting Groves , Whose green broad Leaves the fainting Trav'ler loves ; Fair is the treach'rous Fruit , and charms your Eye , But ah ! beware ! for if you taste you die . Too well alas ! it thrives when planted here , It s deadly Branches shade our Theatre . Of Measures , Numbers , Pauses next I sing , And rest the breathless Muse with cautious Wing : Of Embryo Thoughts , unripen'd yet by Time , The Rules of Verse , of Quantity and Rhime : With trembling Steps through Shades unknown I stray , And mark a rugged and a dubious way ; Yet some small glimm'ring Light will hence be show'd , And future Trav'lers may enlarge the Road. Of CHAUCER'S Verse we scarce the Measures know , So rough the Lines , and so unequal flow ; Whether by Injury of Time defac'd , Or careless at the first , and writ in haste ; Or coursly , like old Ennius , he design'd What After-days have polish'd and refin'd . SPENCER more smooth and neat , and none than He Could better skill of English Quantity ; Tho by his Stanza cramp'd , his Rhimes less chast , And antique Words affected all disgrac'd ; Yet vast his Genius , noble were his Thoughts , Whence equal Readers wink at lesser Faults . From France their Alexandrins we receive Which more of Liberty and Compass give ; Hence by our dull Translators were they us'd , Nor CHAPMAN nor old STERNHOLD these refus'd ; They borrow from Hexameters their Feet , Which with Asclepiads and Iambicks meet ; Yet in the midst we still a Weakness see , Their Music gives us no Variety . More num'rous the Pentameter and strong , Which to our Saxon Fathers did belong . In this their antient Edda * seems to write , Mysterious Rhimes , and horrid to the sight : Their Runic Staves in this on Rocks engrav'd , Which long th' Assaults of Time it self have brav'd . In this our antient British Bards delight ; And , if I measure his rough Numbers right , In this old Taliessin us'd to write † This still Possession keeps , few else we read , And Right as well as Fact may justly plead ; Altho the French Intruders oft pursue Their baffled Title , and their Claim renew ; Too oft Impressions on our Armies make , Cut off our Straglers and our Out-Guards take ; Which lazily our Authors now admit , And call th' Excursions of Luxuriant Wit ; With Badger-Feet the two-top'd Mount we climb , And stalk from Peak to Peak on Stilts of Rime . Sweet WALLER'S Dimeter we most approve For cheerful Songs and moving Tales of Love , Which for Heroic Subjects wants of Strength , Too short , as Alexandrins err in Length . Our Ear 's the Judge of Cadence ; nicely weigh What Consonants rebel , and what obey ; What Vowels mixt compose a pleasing Sound , And what the tender Organs grate and wound . Nor at thy Reader 's Mercy chuse to lie , Nor let his Iudgment want of thine supply : So easie let thy Verse so smoothly fall , They must be read aright if read at all . Nor equal Numbers will for all suffice , The Sock creeps low , the Tragic Buskins rise : None knew this Art so well , so well did use As did the Mantuan Shepherd's Heav'nly Muse : He marry'd Sound and Sense , at odds before , We hear his Scylla bark , Charybdis roar ; And when in Fields his Fiery Coursers meet The hollow Ground shakes underneath their Feet : Yet nicer Ears can taste a Diff'rence when Of Flocks and Fields he sings , or Arms and Men. If I our English Numbers taste aright , We in the grave Iambic most delight : Each second Syllable the Voice should rest , Spondees may serve , but still th' Iambic's best : Th' unpleasing Trochee always makes a Blot , And lames the Numbers ; or , if this forgot , A strong Spondaic should the next succeed , The feeble Wall will a good Buttress need : Long Writing , Observation , Art and Pain Must here unite if you the Prize would gain . Pause is the Rest of Voice , the poor Remains Of antient Song that still our Verse retains : The second Foot or third's our usual Rest , Tho more of Art 's in varying oft exprest . At ev'ry Word the Pause is sometimes * made , And wond'rous Beauty every where displaid : — But here we guess , and wander in the dark ; How should a hoodwink'd Archer hit the Mark ? The little Glimpse that DRYDEN gives , is more Than all our careless Writers knew before ; A few Chance Lines may smooth and roundly fly , But still no Thanks to us , we know not why . He finds Examples , we the Rule must make , Tho who without a Guide may not mistake ? (a) " Tho deep yet clear , tho gentle yet not dull , " Strong without Rage , without o'erflowing full . If we that famous Riddle can unty , Their brightest Beauties in the Pauses lie , To Admiration vary'd ; next to these The Numbers justly order'd charm and please : Each Word , each happy Sound is big with Sense , They all deface who take one Letter thence . But little more of Quantity we know Than what our Accent does , and Custom show : The Latin Fountains often we forsake , As they the Greek ; nay diff'rent Ages take A diff'rent Path ; Perfùme and Envy now We say , which Ages past would scarce allow : If no Position make our Accent strong Most Syllables are either short or long . Primitive Verse was grac'd with pleasing Rhimes , The Blank a lazy Fault of After-times ; Nor need we other proof of this to plead With those the sacred (b) Hebrew Hymns can read : If this to lucky Chance alone be due , Why Rhime they not in Greek and Latin too ? (c) PINDAR at first his antient Copy trac'd , And sometimes equal Sounds his Numbers grac'd ; Till with the more than human Labour tir'd , He drop'd his Rhime , and own'd him uninspir'd . ORPHEUS and HOMER too , who first did dream Of num'rous Gods , and left the One Supreme , Religion both and Poetry did wrong , Apostatiz'd from Rhime , and lost the Soul of Song . Yet still some weak and glimm'ring Sparks remain'd , And still our Great Forefathers this retain'd ; Nor Inundations of Barbarian Rome , Our antient Rhime could wholly overcome . Ne'er cramp thy Reason for some paltry Chime , Nor sacrifice Good Sense to Numbers and to Rhime : Both may be sav'd and made good Friends ; and here The Poets Art and Happiness appear : But when some stubborn Word denies to draw In Numbers , and defies the Muses Law , Reject it strait , unworthy such a Grace , Another yoke which better fills the Place : Much Reading will thy Poverty amend And Taggs without the help of Crambo lend . The Double Rhime is antiquated grown , Or us'd in Satyr or Burlesque alone ; Nor loves our stronger Tongue that tinkling Chime , The Darling of the French , a Female Rhime . Now , daring Muse ! attempt a stronger Flight , Beyond a Vulgar Verser's cautious Height , Beyond thy self , and consecrate to Fame Those who a Title to the Laurel claim , And may to after-times embalm thy Name ; Commend the Good , to all but Vice be kind , And cast the smaller Faults in shades behind ; Who first , who next ; the Balance justly hold , As that which shines above , and flames with Heav'nly Gold. Great N — BY the first , ROSCOMMON gone , He rules our Empire now of Wit alone : The Beauties he of Verse exactly knows , The famous DRYDEN'S not more smoothly flows : Had ORPHEUS half so sweetly mourn'd his Fate , As VIRGIL sung , or Sh — d did translate ; H' had made the Manes once again relent , They would again Eurydice have sent : Death's Temple we with sacred Aw survey , With Admiration read his Great Essay : Was Art or bounteous Nature here more kind ? Strong Sense ! Uncommon Learning ! Thoughts refin'd ! A Godlike Person , and an equal Mind ! The next in Dignity , if not the same , Is Deathless D — t 's lov'd and noble Name : How did he sing , ( listen'd the Heav'nly Quire ; ) The Wond'rous Notes of DAVID'S Royal Lyre ! Ah! Why no more ? must we for ever long And vainly languish for so sweet a Song ? The next is Tityrus , who not disdains To read his Name among the tuneful Swains ; Unweary'd in his Prince's glorious Cause , As he of Faith , Defender of the Laws ; Easie to all but to himself , he shares His Monarch's Favours , and his Monarch's Cares : His flowing Language cloaths his massie Sense , Nor makes with pompous Words a vain pretence , Sound without Soul , to Wit and Eloquence . Tho Great , he 's still the same he was before : — I sue for nothing , and I 'll say no more . M — ue left the Muses peaceful Seat , And bore the Cares and Honours of the Great : The Pollio he of our Augustan days , Who Wit rewards with more than hungry Praise ; True Worth his Patronage can never miss , He has his Prince's Smiles and that has his . Nor should he pass unprais'd whom all admire , Who , mixt with Seraphs , rules the Western Quire ; Flowing and pure his unexhausted Vein , As Silver Thames , which , rolling down the Plain , Salutes his Sacred Dome . — But those profane who meanly thus commend , Th' Immortal Cowley's and the Muses Friend . Of matchless DRYDEN only Dryden's Skill Could justly say enough , — of Good or Ill. Envy must own he has our Tongue refin'd , And manly Sense with tend'rest Softness join'd : His Verse would Stones and Trees with Soul inspire , As did the Theban and the Thracian Lyre : His youthful Fire within , like Etna , glows , Tho Venerable Age around his Temples snows : If from the modern or the antient Store He borrows oughr , he always pays 'em more : So much improv'd , each Thought , so fine appears , WALLER or OVID scarce durst own 'em theirs . The Learned Goth has scowr'd all Europe's Plains , France , Spain , and fruitful Italy he drains , From every Realm and every Language gains : His Gains a Conquest are , and not a Theft ; He wishes still new Worlds of Wit were left : Thus haughty Rome , when , all the Firm surpass'd , Her Eagles found our moated World at last ; Touching upon th' unhospitable Coast , Good Laws bestow'd for our wild Freedom lost ; With Arts of Peace our stubborn Soil manur'd , And naked Limbs from Frost and Sun secur'd : — But ah ! how dear the Price of all we gain ! What Shoals of Vices with 'em cross'd the Main ? What Pride , what Luxury , a foul , an odious Train ? Who weighs , like Galcacus , the Good with Ill , Would wish they 'd let us been Barbarians still : Such thankless Pains Ignatian Firebrands take An honest Pagan spoil , and a bad Christian make . Blest be kind Heav'n , which wrap'd me in a Gown , And drew me early from the fatal Town ! And blest Her Name , to endless Ages blest , Who gave my weary Muse this calm Retreat and Rest. True to my God , my Country , and my Friend , Here , may I Life , not wholly useless , spend , Steal through the World , and smiling meet my End ! I envy not Great Dryden's loftier Strain Of Arms and Men design'd to entertain , Princes and Courts , so I but please the Plain : Nor would I batter Profit for Delight , Nor would have writ like him , like him to write . If there 's Hereafter , and a last Great Day , What Fire 's enough to purge his Stains away ? How will he wish each lewd applauded Line Which makes Vice pleasing , and Damnation shine , Had been as dull as honest Quarles or mine ! With sixty Years of Lewdness rest content ! It mayn't be yet too late , O yet Repent ! Ev'n Thee our injur'd Altar will receive ; While yet there 's Hopes fly to its Arms and live ! So shall for Thee their Harps the Angels string , And the Returning Prodigal shall sing ; New Ioys through all the Heav'nly Host be shown In Numbers only sweeter than thy own . CONGREVE from Ireland wond'ring we receive , Would he the Town 's loose way of Writing leave , More Worth than all their Forfeit Lands will give : Iustness of Thought , a Courtly Style , and clear , And well-wrought Passions in his Works appear : None knows with finer Strokes our Souls to move , And as he please we smile , or weep , or love . When Dryden goes , 't is he must fill the Chair , With Congreve only Congreve can compare . Yet , tho he natural is as untaught Loves , His Style as smooth as Cytherea's Doves , When e'er unbyass'd Iudges read him o'er , He sometimes nodds , as Homer did before : Some Lines his most Admirers scarce would please , Nor B — s Verse alone could raise Disease . * For smooth and well turn'd Lines we T — admire , Who has in Iustness what he wants in Fire : Each Rhime , each Syllable well-weigh'd and fair , His Life and Manners scarce more regular . With Strength and Flame prodigious D — s writes Of Love's soft Wars , and cruel martial Fights : Scarce LEE himself strove with a mightier Load , Or labour'd more beneath th' Incumbent God : Whate'er of old to Rome or Athens known , What France or We have glean'd , 't is all his own . How few can equal Praise with C — ch obtain , Who made Lucretius smooth , and chast , and plain ? Courted by Fame he could her Charms despise , Still woo'd by that false Fair he still denies , And press'd , for Refuge to the Altar flies ; Like votive Tablets offers up his Bays , " And leaves to our lewd Town the Drudgery of Plays : In lofty Raptures , born on Angels Wings Above the Clouds , above Castalian Springs , N — inspir'd , of God and Nature sings ; And if one Glance on this poor World he throw , If e'er he mind the Croud and Buzz below ; Pities our fruitless Pains for Fame and Praise , And wonders why we drudge for Crowns and Bays . Could B — be sober , many he 'd excel , Few know the Antients , or could use so well ; But ah ! his Genius with his Virtue 's fled , Condemn'd to Want of Grace and Want of Bread. Ev'n Envy B — re's Subject must confess Exact and rare , a curious Happiness , Nor many could the Fable better dress : Of Words what Compass , and how vast a Store ! His Courage and his Vertue 's only more : More various Scenes of Death his Fights display Then Aghrim's Field or Landen's fatal Day : Let beauteous Elda's Tears and Passion prove His Soul is not unknowing how to love : Disrob'd of Clouds he view'd the Stagyrite As Nature he , confess'd to Human sight : His Rules surveys , and traces to their Springs , Where the blind Bard of flaming Ilium sings ; Thence with the Mantuan Swan in narrower Rings , Tho more exact , he , stooping from his height , Reviews the same fierce Wars , and Gods and Heroes fight : That beauteous antient Palace he surveys Which Maro's Hands had only Strength to raise , Models from thence , and copies every Grace : Each Page is big with Virgil's Manly Thought , To follow him too near 's a glorious Fault . He dar'd be virtuous in the World's Despite , While D — n lives he dar'd a Modest Poem write . Who can th' ingenious S — y's Praise refuse , Who serves a grateful Prince , and grateful Muse ? Or P — r read unmov'd , whose every Page So just a Standard to the opening Age ? Neat S — n's courtly Vein's correct and clear , Nor shall he miss his Praise and Station here : Nor should the rest whom I unnam'd must leave , ( Tho such Omission they 'll with ease forgive : ) Unknown to me , let each his Works commend , Since Virtue , Praise , as Shame does Vice , attend . Poets , like Leaves and Words , their Periods know , Now fresh and green , now sear and wither'd grow ; Or burnt by Autumn's Heat , and Winter's Cold , Or a new hasty Birth shoves off the old . Happy are those , and such are some of ours , Who blest by bounteous Heav'n's indulgent Show'rs Bear wholsome Fruit , and not gay pois'nous Flow'rs : Who would not ev'n a Lawreat's self commence Or at their Virtue 's or their Faith's Expence : Renounce their Creed to save a wretched Play , And for a crowded House and full Third Day At one bold Stroke throw all their Heav'n away . What gain'd Euripides by all his Sense , Who madly rail'd against a Providence ? Apostate Poets first seduc'd Mankind , But ours upons the Pagan Herd refin'd ; They Vertue prais'd at least , which ours abuse , And more than Paganize the Heav'n-born Muse : No Signs of Grace , or of Repentance show , Like Strumpets lash'd , more impudent they grow . Now learn , my Friend , and freely I 'll impart My little All in this delightful Art : Of Poetry the various Forms and Kinds , The widest , strongest Grasp of human Minds : Not all from all , but some from each I take , Since we a Garland not a Garden make . EPIC's the first and best , which mounting sings In Mighty Numbers worthy mighty Things , Of High Adventures , Heroes , Gods and Kings : By lively Schemes the Mind to Vertue forms , And far beyond unactive Precept warms . The Subject may be either feign'd or true , Too Old it should not be , but less too New : Narration mixt with Action most delights , Intrigues and Councils , vary'd Games and Fights : Nothing so long as may the Reader tire , But all the just well-mingled Scenes admire . Your Heroe may be virtuous , must be brave ; Nothing that 's mean should his great Soul enslave : Yet Heav'ns unequal Anger he may fear , And for his suffering Friends indulge a Tear : Thus when the Trojans Navy scatter'd lay He wept , he trembled , and to Heav'n did pray ; But when bright Glory beckon'd from afar , And Honour call'd him out to meet the War ; Like a fierce Torrent pouring o'er the Banks , Or Mars himself , he thunders through the Ranks ; Death walks before , while he a Foe could find , Horror and Ruine mark long frightful Lanes behind . For worn and old MACHINES few Readers care , They 're like the Pastboard Chaos in the Fair : If ought surprizing you expect to shew , The Scenes if not the Persons should be new : With both does MILTON'S wondrous Scheme begin , The Pandemonium , Chaos , Death and Sin ; Which D — s had with like Success assay'd , Had not the Porch of Death's Grim Court been made Too wide , and there th' impatient Reader staid . And G — h , tho barren is his Theme and mean , By this has reach'd at least the fam'd Lutrine . If tir'd with such a plenteous Feast you call For a far meaner Banquet , Meal and Wall ; The best I have is yours , tho 't is too long , And what 's behind will into Corners throng . A Place there is , if Place 't is nam'd aright , Where scatter'd Rays of pale and sickly Light , Fringe o'er the Confines of Eternal Night . Shorn of their Beams the Sun and Phoebe here Like the fix'd Stars , through Glasses view'd , appear ; Or those faint Seeds of Light , which just display Ambiguous Splendor round the milky Way ; The Waste of Chaos , whose Auguster Reign Does those more barren doubtful Realms disdain : Here dwell those hideous Forms which oft repair To breath our upper World 's more chearful Air Bleak Envy , grinding Pain , and meagre Care ; Disease and Death , the Goddess of the place , Death , the least frightful Form of all their Race ; Ambition , Pride , false Ioys and Hopes as vain , Lewdness and Luxury compose her Train : How large their Interest , and how vast their Sway Amid the wide invaded Realms of Day ! Soon would they our frail Race of Mortals end , Did not kind Heav'n auspicious Succours lend ; Sweet Angel-Forms , Peace , Virtue , Health and Love , How near ally'd , how like to those above ! These often drive the Air , those Furies chace And fetter in their own infernal Place : These lent at once NASSAW and ENGLAND Aid , And bright MARIA to our Shores covey'd : Her , all their Pow'r and all their Charms they gave , To govern what her Heroe came to save . Nor Envy this , who in her noisome Cell By Traitors in their swift Descent to Hell , Her rising Glories heard , then with a Groan She crawl'd before her Sov'reign's direful Throne : A Pile of Sculls the odious Fantom bore , With Bones half-naked mixt , and dropping putrid Gore ; There thus — Shall Heav'n defraud us of our Reign , And BRITAIN , only BRITAIN break her Chain ? What can we there , while more than mortal Grace Forbids our Entrance , and secures the Place ? Awhile I gaz'd and viewd her as I fled , When first she came , till half my Snakes were dead ; And had I tarry'd longer near her Throne , Had soon some base insipid Vertue grown : So fast the wide progressive Ills increase , If longer unoppos'd our Power will cease ; The base degenerate World dissolve to Peace ; Our boasted Empire there will soon be o'er , And Mortals tremble at our Arms no more . She said , her Tidings all the Court affright , And doubled Horror fill'd the Realms of Night : Till out foul Lewdness leap'd , and shook the Place , The fulsom'st Fiend of all th' infernal Race ; A crusted Leprosie deform'd her Face ; With half a bloodshot Eye the Fury glar'd , Yet when for Mischief she above prepar'd , She painted and she dress'd , those Arts she knew , And to her self her self a Stranger grew , ( Thus old and batter'd Bawds behind the Scenes , New rigg'd and dawb'd , pass on the Stage for Queens ; ) Nor yet , she cries , of Britain we 'll despair I 've yet some trusty Friends in Ambush there , All is not lost , we 've still the Theatre : I 'll batter Virtue thence , nor fear to gain New Subjects daily from her hated Reign ; Is not Great D — ours and all his Train ? He knows he has new Laurels here prepar'd , For those he lost above , a just Reward , For his wide Conquests he 'll command the Guard : Headed by him one Foot we 'll scorn to yield , Tho Virtue 's glitt'ring Squadrons drive the Field : Grant me , Dread Sov'reign ! a Detachment hence We 'll not be long alone on our Defence , But hope to drive the proud Assailants thence . Bold Blasphemy shall lead our black Forlorn , With Colours from Heav'n's Crystal Ramparts torn , And Anti-Thunderrs arm'd ; Profaneness next Their Canon seize , and turn the Sacred Text Against th' Assailants ; brave Revenge and Rage Shall our main Batt'ry ply , and guard the Stage . — But most I on dear Ribaldry depend , We 've not a surer or a stronger Friend . Now shall she broad and open to the Skie , Now close behind some double Meaning lye ; Now with sulphureous Rivers lave the Trench , And choak th' Assailants with infernal Stench ; Each nicer Vertue from the Walls repel , And Heav'n it self regale with the Perfumes of Hell. This from the World our dreaded Foe will drive , As murm'ring Bees are forc'd to leave their Hive ; Souls so refin'd such Vapours cannot bear , But seek their native Heav'n and purer Air : When She and all her heav'nly Guards are gone And her bright Heroe absent , all 's our own : If any pious Fools should make a stand , To stop our Progress through the conquer'd Land , They soon shall pass for hot-brain'd Visionairs , We 'll run 'em down with Ridicule and Farce . Must they reform the World ! a likely Task ! T is Vizard all , and them we 'll soon unmask . The rest will tumble in , or if they stay And loiter in Damnation's ample Way , I 've one Expedient left , which can't but take , My last Reserve ; From you black brimstone Lake , Whence two Canals thro subterranean Veins Are drawn to Sodom and Campania's Plains , My self I 'll fill a Vial , and infuse My very Soul amid the potent Iuice : This Essence near my Heart I 'll with me bear , And this among my dearest Fav'rites share , Already tutor'd by the Theatre ; Who pass'd those Bugbears Conscience , Law and Shame Have there been taught that Virtue 's but a Name : Exalted Souls who vulgar Sins despise ; Fit for some new discover'd nobler Vice ; One Drop of this their frozen Blood shall warm , And frighted Nature's feebler Guards disarm : Till their chill Veins with hotter Fevers glow Than any Etna or Vesuvius know , Scarce equal'd by their Parent Flames below ; Till wide around the gen'rous Canker spread , And Vengeance draw on each devoted Head : Impatient Heav'n it self our Arms shall join , The Skies again with forky Lightnings shine ; Till glutted Desolation pants for Breath , And guilty Shades shall croud the Realms of Death . — She said , the Motion pleas'd , she wings away And in blue pois'nous Foggs invades the Day : Part of her direful Threats too true we find , And Heav'n avert the Plagues that yet remain behind ! The Path which Epic treads the TRAGIC Muse With daring tho unequal Steps pursues ; A little Epic shines through every Scene , Tho more of Life appears , and less Machine ; More Action , less Narration , more Delight ; We see the Gods descend , and Heroes fight . While Oedipus is raving on the Stage , Mild Pity enters and dissolves our Rage ; We low'r our haughty Spirits , our Pride and Hate , And learn to fear the sad Reverse of Fate . A Tyrant's Fall , a treach'rous Statesman's End Clear the Iust Gods , and equal Heav'n defend : Ungrateful Factions here themselves torment , And bring those very Ills they would prevent : Nor think the soft Intrigues of Love too mean To fill the Stage and grace the Tragic Scene ! Who from the World this Salt of Nature takes , Twice Slaves of Kings , of Life a Desart makes . The Moral and Pathetick neatly join'd , Are best for Pleasure and for Use design'd . Be this in Tragic an Eternal Law ; Bold Strokes and larger than the Life to draw : Let all be Great ; when here a Woman 's seen , Paint her a Fury , or a Heroine : Slaves , Spendthrifts , angry Fathers , better fit The meaner Sallies of COMEDIAN Wit ; But Courtly HORACE did their Stage refuse , Nor was it trod by Maro's heav'nly Muse : A Walk so low their nobler Minds disdain , Where sordid Mirth 's exchang'd for sordid Gain ; Where , in false Pleasure all the Profit 's drown'd , Nor Authors with just Admiration crown'd : Hence was the Sock a Task for servile Wit , Course PLAUTUS hence , and neater TERENCE writ : Yet if you still your Fortune long to take , And long to hear the crouded Benches shake ; If you 'd reform the Mob , lov'd Vice restrain , The Pulpits break , and neighb'ring B — drain ; Let Heav'n at least , if not its Priests , be free , The Bible sures's too grave for Comedy : If she nor lewdly nor profanely talk She 'll have a cleaner , tho a narrower Walk . Our Nation 's endless Humour will supply So large a Fund as never can be dry ; Why then should Vice be bare and open shown , And with such Nauseous Scenes affront the Town ? Why thrive the Lewd , their Wishes seldom crost , And why Poetic Iustice often lost ? They plead they copy Nature . — Don't abuse Her sacred Name with such a vile Excuse ! She wisely hides what these , like Beasts display , Ev'n Vice it self , less impudent than they , Remote in Shades , and far from conscious Day . From this Retrenchment by strong Reason beat , They next to poor Necessity retreat : The Murderers , Bawds and Robbers last pretence With equal Iustice , equal Innocence ! So Crack , in pious Fit , will plead she 's poor , 'T is a hard Choice , Good Sir , to starve or whore ! — Is there no Third , or will such Reas'nings pass In Bridewel's rigid Court , or save the Lash ? Where the stern Iudge , like Radamanth , surveys The trembling Sinner , and each Action weighs . A lazy , black , encumber'd Stream rolls by , Whose thick sulphureous Vapours load the Sky ; Near where , in Caves from Heav'n's sweet Light debar'd , Shrieks , Groans , and Iron Whips , and Clanks of Chains are heard . And can't you thrash . or trail a Pike or Pole ? Are there no Iakes in Town , or Kennels foul ? No honester Employment , that you chuse With such vile Drudgery t' abase the heav'n born Muse ? The num'rous ODE in various Paths delights , Love , Friendship , Gods and Heroes , Games and Fights : Her Age with Veneration is confess'd , The first great Mother she of all the rest . This * MOSES us'd , and DAVID'S Royal Lyre , This he whom wond'ring Seraphs did inspire , Whence PINDAR stole some Sparks of heav'nly Fire , Who now by COWLEY'S happy Muse improv'd , Is understood by some , by more belov'd : The Vastness of his Thought , the daring Range , That imperceptible and pleasing Change , Our jealous Neighbours must themselves confess The British Genius tracks with most Success ; But still the Smoothness we of Verse desire , The Regulation of our Native Fire : This from experienc'd Masters we receive , Sweet FLATMAN'S Works , and DRYDEN'S this will give . If you in pointed SATYR most delight , Worry not , where you only ought to bite : Easie your Style , unstudy'd all and clear . Prosaic Lines are pardonable here . There are whose Breath would blast the brightest Fame , Who from base Actions court an odious Name , With Beauty and with Virtue War proclaim ; Who bundle up the Scandals of the Town , And in lewd Couplets make it all their own : Iust Shame be theirs who thus debauch a Muse , To vile Lampoons a noble Art abuse : As ill be theirs , and half of Oats's Fate , Who always dully rail against the State. Kings are but Men , nor are their Councils more , Those Ills we can't avert we must deplore : Not many Poets were for Statesmen made , It asks more Brains than stocks the Rhiming Trade : ( At least , when they the Ministry receive , To Poets Militant their Muse they leave . ) All sordid Flat'ry hate , it pleases none But Tyrants grinning on their Iron Throne : Yet where wer'e rul'd with wise impartial Sway , The Muses should their grateful Homage pay : 'T is base alike a Tyrant's Name to raise , And grudg a Parent Prince our tributary Praise . No wonder those who by Proscriptions gain In Marian Days , or Sylla's bloody Reign , Of the divine Augustus should complain ; Who stoops to wear a Crown 's uneasie Weight , As Atlas under Heav'n , to prop the State : No Glory strikes his Great exalted Mind , No Pleasure like obliging all Mankind ; He lets the Factious their weak Malice vent , Punish'd enough while they themselves torment : Satiate with Conquest , his dread Sword he sheaths , And with a Nod disbands ten thousand Deaths . Who dares Rebellious Arms against him move While his Praetorian Guard 's his Subjects Love ? Admir'd by all the bravest and the best , Who wear a Roman Soul within their ample Breast : Tho charm'd with both , which shall they more admire In Peace his Wisdom , or in War his Fire ? — One Labour yet remains , and that they ask , Alcides never clear'd a nobler Task ; O Father ! banish'd Vertue O restore ! Let Hydra Vice pollute thy Reign no more ! Strike through the Monster-Form , which threatning stands , Fierce with a thousand Throats , a thousand Hands ! Rescue once more thy Trojans sacred Line From slavish Chains , so shall thy Temples shine With Stars , and all Elysium shall be thine . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A65458-e1890 Genius . Wit. Iudgment . Invention and Memory Learning . Converse . Style . Reading . The Subject . A Iudge . Method . The Manchinel , or Eves Apple . Measure . * Vide Edda Saemundi — apud Sheringham . de Gentis Anglorum Origine , pag. 28 , 29. Hiaelp beiter eitt eun thad their hialpa mun Vid Sekum og Sottum giorv ollum , I know your only Help , the pow'rful Charm That aids in ev'ery Grief and every Harm , Thad kann eg annad er thorfa Ita Syner their ed vilia lakner lisfa . I know the Leaches Craft , and what they need Who Doctors in that Noble Art proceed . † Vide British Chronicle , and Taliessin's Prophecies ; Prryff fard l'yffred in ●dwyfi i Elphin Am gwalad gynefio ymmeo Goribbin . Ionas ddewn am golwis Merddin Bebach Pob Brenmam geilw Taliesin . Me Elphin now his Bard may justly boast Who sung of old amid the Fire-wing'd Host : Once Merlin was I call'd , well known to Fame , Whom future Kings shall Taliessin name . Gwae a gasglo olud Tra foyna bud , Gwae erbin didd brawd ni chospo i gnawd , Gwae ni cheidw i gail ag ef y●fugail , Gwae in cheidw i ddesaud chag bleidduo . Wo to the Wretch who Wealth by Rapine gains , And wo to him who Fasts and Pray'rs refrains ; Wo to the Shepherds who their Flocks betray , And will not drive the Romish Wolves away . Numbers . Pauses . * Olli sedato respondit corde Latinus . Virg. (a) Mr. Dryden's Riddle , in his Preface to Virgil. Quantity . Rhime . (b) This was observ'd before Mr. Le Clerc was born . Vide Song of the Well , Num. 21.17 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Vide Psal. 80 , & 81. Where some Verses have Treble , others Quadruple Rhimes , four in one Verse . (c) Ode 1. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Vide p. 13. Paraphrase on Psal. 148. O Azure Vaults , &c. * Vide Collier's Reflexions on Mourning Bride , and Garth 's Dispensary . Epic. Machines . Tragedy . Ode . * I know some have affirm'd that Moses 's Song in the 14 th of Exodus was writ in Hexameters , but I can't perceive any such thing in it , any more than in the 90 th . Psalm , or the Book of Job , which seem to be written about the same time with it . The Song of the Well , in Numbers , pag. 15. is clearly an Ode of unequal Measures . Satyr . A67514 ---- The poet's ramble after riches, or, A nights transactions upon the road burlesqu'd; with reflections on a dissenting corporation: together with the authors lamentation, in the time of adversity. Licensed and enter'd according to order. Ward, Edward, 1667-1731. 1691 Approx. 25 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 15 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-07 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A67514 Wing W748 ESTC R219390 99830868 99830868 35329 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A67514) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 35329) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1879:08) The poet's ramble after riches, or, A nights transactions upon the road burlesqu'd; with reflections on a dissenting corporation: together with the authors lamentation, in the time of adversity. Licensed and enter'd according to order. Ward, Edward, 1667-1731. 24 p. printed by J. Millet, at the Angel in Little-Brittain, London : MDCXCI. [1691] Attributed by Wing to Edward Ward. In verse. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Millet , at the Angel in Little-Brittain , MDCXCI . THE POET's Ramble AFTER RICHES , &c. I SING of neither Hogan Mogan , Of Ancient Greek , or Trusty Trojan ; Or is my Muse dispos'd to Babble Of some strange Antiquated Fable , In blust'ring Strains to Boast , or Brag on , How George for England slew the Dragon ; Or do I Sing , in flat'ring Phrases , Fair Helen , or Queen Dido's Praises ; Or in a Whining Cant discover The Fate of some poor slighted Lover , Who Raves and Sighs , Laments and Wanders , And on disdainful Phillis Ponders . I Treat you with a merry Tale , Spun o'er a Cup of Nappy Ale ; For Custom 's sake excuse Preamble , I 'll Sing you o'er a Country Ramble ; Where l , in doleful Cogitation , Have view'd , with mighty Admiration , The Circled Earth , and Misty Sky , Where Fairies Dance , and Witches fly ; And oft have heard the Country Wenches Complain of Hags , and Fairy Pinches : And Ralph , with Hands o'er flaming * Cow-Turd Turn Tales and Stories inside outward ; Where Dames , whose pritty Eyes would pierce ye , Will turn up Tales for God have Mercy , And think no greater Obligation , Than the sweet Tye of Copulation : But lest l tire your kind Complaisance , By thus Haranging on your Patience , No more bye-Crochets will I scatter , But come with speed unto the Matter . In an Age blest with no great Plenty , When Wit and Money both grew Scanty , I then , with quiet mind possessing The Poets ancient Thread-bare Blessing , Lodg'd in a Place , I must declare it , I think , for Neatness , call'd a Garret ; Where , as I pensively lay thinking , One Morning , after Nights hard Drinking ; Up comes a Man with Hasty Look , And opens me his Pocket-Book ; At that my Heart began to fail me , I thought of nought but who should Bail me ▪ Good Sir , says he , I 'm come to tell you , Of an Estate of late befell you ; Your Grand-mother is , Sir , Departed ; Pleas'd with the News , then up I started : And is my Granny Dead ? quoth I ; He answer'd me , Yea , verily ; Thou may'st believe me without Swearing , She is as dead as any Herring : Well , if the News be true , said I , Excuse me that I do not Cry , Since 't is appointed all must Dye ; For Grief , you know , will neither save , Or call Relations from the Grave . I lugg'd on Hose , and fell to dressing , Few Tears let fall , small Grief expressing ; From thence we'djourned to the Ale-House , Where Credit seldom us'd to fail us , And there I made the Bumpkin Fuddle , Till Muddy Ale had seiz'd his Noddle , And then was forc'd to call two Porters , To lead the Lubber to his Quarters , My Landlord , as I pass'd the Bar , Gry'd out , Who pays the Reckoning here ? Said I , pray take it not amiss , Remember I must pay you this : Said he , pray , to prevent mistakes , Will you remember what this makes ; Landlord , let no Ill Thoughts be harbour'd , I 'll soon be rubb'd from off your Bar-board ; I 'll pay you in a little time ; I doubt , says he , 't will be in Rhime , For whatsoe ' re we Trust a Poet , Our Bar for seven years may show it ; And then if Dunn'd , all that they say to 't , Poh , that Debt's Cancell'd by the Statute . From thence I went to th' City Crest , In Pasty-Nook , to hire a Beast , Where one I got on Reputation , To prevent tedious Ambulation ; Girt with a Sword , which in old Wars , Made many Bloody Wounds and Scars , Whose Blade was so experiencive , Of 't self it knew to be defensive : A pair of Boots then on I Garters , The Owner said had been King Arthurs , With Spurs , whose inlaid Gallantry Were Types of great Antiquity : Thus mounted I my Noble Steed , In this brave order to proceed ; But by the way , my Muse intent is , To Sing my Horse's Excellencies ; A short Encomium on his Paces , With all his Comely Looks and Graces . Don Quixot's Steed ne'er mov'd so nimble , When he advanc'd against the Windmill ; And as for Shape , mine far surpasses The Courser of Sir Hugh de Brasses ; He was , if I am not mistaken , As fat as any Hock of Bacon ; He 'd all his Ribs , I 'll boldly Swear on 't , I told them , they were so apparent ; No Curb he needed , whose will ride him , Instead of that , a Thread would guide him ; For thus much in his Praise I 'll say , I never knew him run away ; Three Legs he 'd Gallop , like a Racer , But still the fourth would be a Pacer ; Yet when he Pac'd , as sure as could be , That self same Leg a Trotter would be ; What Pace so e'er he 'd into enter , One Foot would still be a Dissenter , Which makes me apt to think , Plague Rot him , Some Presbyterian's Cart-Horse got him ; With Whip and Spur ▪ he might be beat up Into a Canterbury Tit-up ; But then on 's Knees , he was so humble , Each other step would be a Stumble ; Then would I Spur , Whip , Curse , and Mumble , And he , poor Jade , so Groan and Grumble , That 't would have made you laugh t o've seen us , Such work sometimes there was between us : He ne'er would Sweat , or Tired be , Confound him , but he Tired me ; Hail , Rain , or Shine , he 'd in all Weather , Trot , Stumble , Gallop , altogether ; So fierce he 'd look , when he was Prancing , With Pendant Ears , and Tail advancing , And through both thick and thin would trudge it , As fast as Ass with Tinkers Budget ; He 'd rarely serve some Country Parson , To clap his Laziness's Arse on ; Or truly to exchange my Notion , He 'd finely fit a Spaniard's Motion ; For Whip and Spur at any rate , Will never make him change his Gate : Poor Poet ne'er was mounted thus Sure , on so Damn'd a Pegasus . And Madam Fortune , she to double , Like an Old Purblind Bitch , my Trouble , And that my Case might be amended , My little Coin was all expended : Thus on I Travell'd , Hey Ie ▪ Dobbin , Exempted from the fear of Robbing , Till it grew late , and to be short , Sir , I forced was to take up Quarter , Where I put up my Steed in Stable , Who scarce to crawl to th' Rack was able : Then , to look Big , I Cockt my Caster , And bid the Hostler call his Master , Who when he came , cry'd Wellcome , Sir , You 're wellcome into Leicester ; Here , Jack , Tom , Harry , Will , who 's there ? Pray set the Gentleman a Chair : What News , I pray , Good Sir , from London ? Then I reply'd , King I — s was undone ; For that our Royal , Brave King William , He did so hack , so hew , and kill * 'em , That lest he soon was reconcil'd , He 'd slay them every Mothers Child ; And that some Troops , near Inneskillen , Had drown'd themselves for fear of killing ; Nay , and King Iames , by his Men forsaken , But that they mist him , had been taken : My Host reply'd , Marry , Good speed , This is rare , dainty News indeed ! Here , Thomas , take four Cans and fill'em , Ifac , well drink thy Health , Brave William ; And if , good Sir , you will permit me , I with a Can or two will Treat ye : I thankt him — Then , undaunted as a Trooper , I askt him what he had for Supper ? He answer'd me rare Duck , or Chicken , Or Ribs of Beef , where was fine picking , As sweet and good as Knife could stick in . In then he call'd his pretty Daughter , In truth , which made my Chops to water ; That I should scarce have made a scruple T o've lent her Buttons to her Loop-hole : When she came in to show her breeding , She dropt a Cout'sie most exceeding ; I'rose and kist her , as I shou'd do , And gave her earnest what I wou'd do ; With fine white Hands laid cross her Belly , She lookt so tempting , let me tell ye ; Her Lips so melting soft and tender , They did so sweet a Kiss surrender ; That Pego , like an upstart Hector , Finding how much I did affect her , Would fain have Rul'd as Lord Protector : Inflam'd by one so like a Goddess , I scarce could keep him in my Codpiece . By this time she had brought up Supper , Then at the Tables end that 's upper , My Landlord set his Brawny Crupper ; With Eyes t'wards Heaven devoutly cast , As if it were to be his Last ; He said a Grace , as I Conjecture , As long as any Evening Lecture : His next Oration being then , Fall on , you 're Wellcome Gentlemen ; Which he had spoke , but I no sooner Fell on as fierce as a Dragooner : I Cut and Slasht , and Carbonado'd ; The Meat being cold , had some grilliado'd : We sat not long upon our Haunches , E'er we had all well stuft our Paunches ; Hiding with 's Hat an ugly Face , My Landlord then said After Grace ; And so in order to be Drunk , We each Man call'd for Pipe of Funk ; Then Nasty Cans well lin'd with Rozen , Were call'd for in by the whole dozen . An Alderman both Grave and Wise , Did from his Elboe-Chair arise ; Plucks off his Hat from his bald Noddle , And thust ' wards me begins his Fuddle : Here , Honest Master , here 's to to thee , To England's Church Prosperity : Then up starts one , and Swears aloud , For England's Church he 'd lose his Blood , And he 's a Rogue , and he 'd maintain it , That dares to speak a word again it . The following Point we chanc'd to pitch on , Being half Drunk , it was Religion : Then one begins in a great Rapture , And goes a Gleaning through the Scripture , Divinely for to prove it true , That Balaam and his Ass were two ; At which , then I clapt in a word , And Swore by G — d he made the Third ; Then up starts he in mighty Anger , And Swore , but that I was a Stranger , Or else he further would Contend on 't , Then bit his Nails , and there 's an end on 't , Another he breathes forth a Hick-up , And gravely then begins to speak up , That he 'd before the World maintain , Eve Dam'd her self with a Paremane ; I told him , No , 't was a Boon-Critting , The Lord preserv'd for his own Eating ; At which he skip'd , to make Evasions , From Genesis to th' Revelations ; At last , to th' Clouds his Fancy tost him , Like Doctor Sh — y , there we lost him . A Third , who being more Sedate , That seem'd not much to care to Prate , Would now and then , by chance , refine us Some Godly Phrase from Tom Aquinus , Or else would tell us some strange Story Of our Old Father St. Gregory . My Landlord , who had long sat silent , At this poor Saint grew very Violent , Saying , if he wa'n't much mistaken , He was a Saint of Rome's own making , And then rail'd furiously on Against the Whore of Babylon , Telling us many dreadful Stories Of Massacres , and Purgatories ; And how their bloody Priests would Broil us , Stew , Frigasie , nay , Bake and Boil us ; And were so exquisite in Evil , In Wicked Snares they 'd trap the Devil : Then one whose Argumental Fire , Spoke him some Iesuit or Fryer , Huffs , Puffs , and Sweats , looks Big , and blusters , Speaking great Words to m' Host by Clusters , And Stagg ' ring Swore , his Brains being mellow , St. Greg'ry was an Honest Fellow ; And as for Baking , Boiling , Frying , He Swore , by Iove , 't was all Damn'd Lying ; Saying , to th' Pope a Pow'r was given , With 's Bulls , to toss a Man to Heaven . Then one who 's Church-Clark in the Town , At that same word began to Frown , And takes him smartly up , and short , Which , truly , made us pleasant Sport : Says he , I 'll hold you , Sir , a Shilling , I 'll prove the Pope to be a Villain ; With that such Noise we had a while , Loud as the Cataracts of Nile ; Each strain'd his Lungs , to keep on prating , No sweeter Musick at Bear-beating ; Noise through the whole Soci'ty went , For th' better part of Argument ; He that bawl'd loudest , we all cry'd , Had the most Reason on his side : The one he makes a loud Oration , Thumping the Table'n Vindication Of the Pope's Power of Dispensation ; At which the Psalmist grew so angry , He Roar'd like one perplext with Strangry ; At last being rais'd , by Indignation , To th' highest pitch of Disputation , Each Learned Point , to tell you truly , Ended in , You Lye , Sir , and you Lye : Now , fir'd with heat of Argument , The Disputants to Boxing went , That Blows might give Determination To their deep Point in Disputation ; Thus to 't they fell , and bang'd each other , Amidst the Spittle , Spew , and Smother ; The Pipes and Noggins flew about , And Candles soon were all put out , Whilst I at distance stole away , Not caring for the heat o' th' Fray , Yet stood where I could see Fair Play ; For Poets , tho's they oft , by Writing , Breed Quarrels , seldom care for Fighting : Both spur'd with Honour in Bravado , Each bravely stood the Bastinado ; One Scratch'd and Claw'd , like any Ferret , Last t'other lent him such a wherret , Who being astonisht at the Cuff , Cry'd out , O Lord , I have enough : The mighty Conquerour then sat down With torn Cloaths , and broken Crow ; His Victim from the Ground arose , First blow'd , and then he whip'd his Nose , Which truly much reviv'd the Noddy , To find 't was Snotty , more than Bloody : The Clark , who stood in Vindication Of England's People , Church and Natiou , With painfull threshing , let us see How he could mawl down Popery : Now when the hot Dispute was ended , And the Clerks Courage much Commended , To make the Champions both amends , We all agreed they should be Friends , Provided they would both be willing , On that account , to spend their Shilling ; They answer'd , Yea , if it were Ten , And so shook hands like Honest Men. The Tapster we began to call on , To bring the Jug that holds a Gallon : But who stept in from out the Gate-way , But our Caesar's , * Cleopatra , Who entering in a mighty Passion , Gave her Great Lord this Salutation : You Rogue , you Rascal , are you not A silly , sorry , sap-head Sot , Thus to sit hugging of a Pot , And let your poor young Infants mutter At home for want of Bread and Butter ; You 'll find , you Sot , this loving Ale , At last will bring you to a Goal : Be Judge your self , would it not vex one , To see how handsomely the Sexton Maintains his Wife and Family , In all her Silks and Bravery ? Whilst I , it s well known , since my Marriage , Have wanted Bread to crumb my Porridge , And you that are the Clark o' th' Parish , In Pots of Ale to be so Lavish ; I will appeal , is 't not a hard thing , That none will Trust us for a Farthing ? Nay , don't you grin , and thus perplex me , I vow to God , if once you vex me , You know I shall not be afraid To fling the Flaggon at your Head : You 're a fit Man to say Gods Word , You say Amen , you say a Turd : These Practices you know are evil ; You Clark to th' Church , you Clark to th' Devil ; Rise and come Home , or , by my Soul , I 'll crack your Noddle with the Bowl . The Noddy fear'd to disobey , Arose , took leave , and went his way ; The rest , as well as he , God wot , Pay'ng Homage to the Petticoat ; Fearing their Wives , in Indignation , Should blow up our Association ; With Sparkling Eyes , and Flaming Noses , They all Reell'd home to their dear Spouses , Leaving my Host and I to prate Of some Affairs concerning State : I told him 't was not to be doubted , But that the French would soon be Routed ; And that the Prince of Wales for certain , Was a meer Flam , a Sham , a Perkin : By this time we were got so Fuddled , That both our Brains in truth were addled ; Thus , like true Sots , we neither started Till Drunk , and then to Bed departed . Reflections on a Dissenting Corporation . THE Town it is a Corporation , Where Women all have Toleration For Universal Copulation . Of what Degree so e'er , or Function , The Females never want Conjunction , Or that blest Ointment , Humane Unction . Adultery , and Fornication Are Licens'd through the Corporation , As proper Means for Generation . Cuckolds and Misers here are plenty , Many Mechannicks , and few Gentry , Whose Bags are full , as Skulls are empty . Honest Men pretious are as Rubies , Their Mayors Successively are Boobies , And Aldermen great Brawny Loobies . The Top o' th' Town are Petty-Foggers , The Mean are Mercers and Corn-Jobbers , The Lowest Common Whores and Robbers . Their Justices , to speak the best on , Are Country ' Squires , the People rest on ; But Fools enough , you need not question . As for Religions , there are many Profest , but few that practice any ; They'd deny God to gain a Penny. The Puny sort are kind of Franticks , Who Pray and Prate on Stools , like Anticks , Follow'd by Spiritual Pedanticks . They Cackle Doctrine by the Spirit , Who Lye , and say they shall Inherit A Heavenly Kingdom , by the Spirit . Yea and Nay 's their Communication , Swearing they hold's Abomination , But Whoring , as a small Transgre●sion . For all their Canting , Pious Prating , And Godly Humming at their Meeting ; Yet , Lawyer like , they live by Cheating . The Rest are Presbyter-Dissenters , These are the Herd the Devil enters ; They are all Sinners , no Repenters . This is the Godly Tribe we read of , Who Cut the Royal Martyr's Head off ; These are the Rogues the Devil has need of . So fixt , their Principles ne'er alter , So Honest , each deserves a Halter , So Learned , scarce one can Read his Psalter . ' IT is true , the Pastors of the Zealous , Such Doctrines will in Tub reveal us , You 'd think 't was Magick from Cornelius . At such deeping Notions they 'll be reaching , That all the tedious hours they 're Teaching , You 'd think them Conjuring , not Preaching . Their Lawyers , by Gods great Mercy , Enough of Lattin can Rehearse ye , To fill up Nov'rint Vniversi . To give more ample Definition Of these , the Wedges of Sedition , We 'll do 't by way of Supposition . They th' Benefit of th' Clergy needing , I doubt , but few , for all their pleading , Could save their Necks by their right Reading . The Top of these the Town Relies on ; I dare not say but he 's a Wise Man , And Honest as their Fat Excise Man. What if they all were Fools , what then ? They may be Wiser , God knows when , But Cuckolds still ; Wives say Amen . The Authors Lamentation in time of Adversity . A Shirt I have on , Little better than none , In Colour much like to a Cinder ; So Thin and so Fine , It is my design To present it the Muses for Tinder . My black Fustian Breeches , So fal'n in the Stitches , You might see what my Legs had between 'em ; My Pockets all four , I 'm a Son of a Whore , If a Devil a Penny is in ' em . A Hat I have on , Which so Greezy is grown , It remarkable is for its shining ▪ One side is stitcht up , ' Stead of Button and Loop , But the Devil a bit of a Lining . I have a long Sword , You may take 't of my word , That the Blade is a Tolledo Trusty ; The Handle is bound , With a black Ribbon round , And the Basket Hilt damnable Rusty . My Coat it is turn'd , With the Lappets piss-burn'd , So out at the Arm-pits and Elboes , That I look as absurd , As a Seaman on Board , That has lain half a Year in the Bilboes . I have Stockins , 't is true , But the Devil a Shoe , I am forc'd to wear Boots all Weathers ; Till I lost my Spur-Rowls , And damn'd my Boot Souls , And Confounded the Upper Leathers . My Beard is grown long , As Hogs Bristles , and strong , Which the Wenches so woundily stare at ; The Colour is Whey , Mixt with Orange and Grey , With a little small spice of the Carrat . As true as I live , I have but one Sleeve , Which I wear in the Room of a Cravat ; In this plight I wait , To get an Estate , But the Devil knows when I shall have it . O had you but seen The sad State I was in , You 'd not find such a Poet in Twenty ; I had nothing that 's full , But my Shirt and my Skull , For my Guts and my Pockets were empty . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A67514-e130 * They burn Cow-turd for Fuel . * The King was just gone to Ireland . * Wife to the Clerk , who had so manfuly thrasht the Papist . A67838 ---- The temple of fame a poem, to the memory of the most illustrious Prince William Duke of Glocester / by Mr. Yalden. Yalden, Thomas, 1670-1736. 1700 Approx. 25 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 13 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2000-00 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2001-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2001-11 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2001-11 TCP Staff (Michigan) Text and markup reviewed and edited 2001-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE Temple of Fame . A POEM , ˘ To the Memory of the Most Illustrious PRINCE , WILLIAM DUKE of GLOCESTER . By Mr. YALDEN. LONDON : Printed for Tho. Bennet , at the Half-Moon in St. Paul's Church-Yard , MDCC . TO Her Royal Highness THE PRINCESS . ILlustrious Denmark ! If a Parent 's Grief , And Tears so justly shed admit Relief : Accept this Tribute to your Sorrows paid , To Albion's Loss , and Glocester's happy Shade ; Tho' time denies , the Lyre's perswasive Sound May calm your Sighs , and heal the Fatal Wound . Transcending Blessings bear the shortest date , And wondrous Births Early resign to Fate : They 're form'd by Nature of superiour Mould , Of too refin'd a Substance to grow Old. The World had else enjoy'd Thy Glocester long , And Heav'n deferr'd the Muses mournful Song : Till after Triumph's past , and Empire 's won , And all his finish'd course with Glory run , He downward bent his Rays , like a descending Sun. O Royal Fair ! adorn'd with ev'ry Grace ! The last Support of thy Imperial Race ! If yet your tender Bosom dares peruse The faint Essays of a dejected Muse : Behold the glorious Shrine of Fame display'd , Whilst Death withdraws its formidable shade : See where your God-like Ancestours in State Elude the Grave , and triumph over Fate ; The Urns of celebrated Princes view , Whose long transmitted Virtues shine in You. Nor yet the fond Britannia's Tears disdain , The Silvan Scene , and Language of the Plain : Beneath a Shade Immortal Virgil sate , With Shepherds sung , and mourn'd his Daphnis Fate . Vouchsafe this humble Off'ring to receive , Accept the Muses Flights , her Faults forgive : Since none their Tears with greater Sorrow shed , Admir'd him Living more , nor mourn'd him Dead . T. YALDEN. Mag. Coll. Oxon. Sept. the 20 th . 1700. The TEMPLE of FAME . A POEM , To the Memory of the Most Illustrious PRINCE , WILLIAM DUKE of GLOCESTER . WHERE Charwell in divided Currents flows , And Wainflet's Towers a pompous Scene disclose : With Groves adorn'd , the Lovers blest retreat , To Arts propitious , and the Muses Seat ; The woody Margin forms a doubtful Light , And with projected Shades dissembles Night . Indulging Tears there Sad Britannia lay , From Triumphs fled , and shun'd the hated Day : Silvanus wept by her neglected Side , Unmindful of his Sports and Rural Pride ; The lovely'st Nereid She of Thetis Train , The Youth from Phoebus sprung , and charm'd the Plain . Caesario's Fate they mourn'd with just Despair , The charming Anna's Woes , and Nassau's Care : Immortal Nymphs in Anna's Sorrows joyn , And Caesar's Tears affect the Powers Divine . The list'ning Plains a fix'd Attention pay'd , And Winds becalm'd the tuneful Pair obey'd : The Silvan Powers , and wondring Satyrs came , Attend their Song , and feed a Nobler Flame ; From fair Britannia thus the Accents fell , Sweeter than Notes of mourning Philomel . Lament , ye Groves ; ye pleasant Valleys , fade ; Blasted with Winds , and destitute of Shade : Let fam'd Augusta's Bowers neglected lie , And Albion weep her Crystal Fountains drie . The conscious Spring forget its Youthful Pride , And Flora unarray'd her Beauties hide : No tuneful Youths beneath Your Shades return , And ye deserted Plains , in solemn Silence mourn . But may the Winds in Louder Sighs complain , The gloomy Heav'ns lament in falling Rain : Each lonely Grotto more abandon'd grow , And murm'ring Streams in sadder Accents flow . O Britain's blasted Hopes ! Illustrious Boy ! The Pride of Youth ! deluded Albion's Ioy ! For Thee , the Warrior bends his drooping Head , And Wild Despair pursues the Weeping Maid : Their wandring Flocks the wretched Swains despise , With folded Arms they sit , and flowing Eyes ; In lasting Solitude the Shepherds mourn , Dark as the Grave , and silent as his Urn. Beauty and Wit in lov'd Caesario join'd , The Mother's Form inclos'd the Heroe's Mind : With ev'ry Grace the Youth appear'd Divine , The radiant Soul did thro' the Body shine ; Thro' Isis Streams thus glitt'ring Sands are seen , And Crystals thus disclose the Flowers within . Ye Blooming British Youths , a gen'rous Race ! Daring in Arms , the Ornaments of Peace ! To Grief abandon'd now , in Sorrows drown'd , With constant Sighs your tender Bosoms wound . Your faded Glory 's gone , your boasted Pride , Companion of the War , and Virtue 's Guide : Whose active Youth the Martial Pomp display'd , To willing Fame , and early Triumphs led ; Inspir'd your Souls with Honour's dawning Charms , And taught you to Excel in Arts and Arms. Had more Indulgent Heav'n Caesario spar'd , Had Suppliant Britain's lavish Vows been heard ; With lasting Triumphs had our Isle been blest , And mourning Thames her future Lord possest : Him ev'ry Lyre , him ev'ry Muse had Sung , The grateful Theme of each inspir'd Tongue : His Acts had fill'd the Hundred Mouths of Fame , And rank'd with Nassau's his Immortal Name . The Deathless Laurel now consents to fade , And grateful Myrtle hangs its drooping head : Vain are their Sweets , their Beauty 's Useless grown , For never Shall they lov'd Caesario crown ; Never around his Temples boast a place , Adorn his Pleasures , nor his Triumphs grace . Ye lovely Nymphs , a celebrated Train ! That shine in Courts , and grace the humble Plain : With Cypress crown'd instead of Garlands come , Weep or'e his Urn , with Wreaths adorn his Tombe . Oft did the Charming Youth your Breasts inspire With pleasing Images , and gay Desire : A Form like his might fierce Atlanta move , And warm the coldest Virgin 's Heart with Love ; No Guard against resistless Beauty 's found , His Tongue was made to Charm , his Eyes to Wound . But never shall ye more Caesario praise , Admire his Wit , nor on his Beauty gaze : Never indulge again your longing Sight , In Death he lies , and Shades of endless Night . Illustrious Fair ! a smiling Mother late , Now sunk in Woes , opprest with utmost Fate , Who can the Anguish of thy bosom tell , None e're lamented more , none lov'd so well ! At length , Unhappy Beauty , cease to grieve , At length some respite to thy bosom give : The Dreery Shades of Night thy Sorrows know , Attend thy Plaints , and oft repeated Woe : Each conscious Grove thy tender Passion hears , And ev'ry Stream's in rich'd with Anna's Tears . Nor , Caesar , is thy Breast exempt from Care , Thy Breast that stems th' impetuous Tide of War : Unmov'd with Horrours of the bloody Field , Nor rais'd with Ioys that Fame and Empire yield ; But Pity there , there soft Compassion reigns , And Death exposes all the Lover's Pains . Tho' you in Battel foil his brandish'd Dart , The Tyrant wounds your more Unguarded Part : Eludes the Hopes of thy Auspicious Reign , Thy Triumphs blasts , and renders Conquests vain . Else had Maria's Charms to Ages shone , And lov'd Caesario late adorn'd the British Throne . Now all the Hero sinks beneath the weight Of piercing Grief , and yields to adverse Fate : Sighs to the Winds , Laments in ev'ry Grove , Fond Albion's Loss , and his deserted Love ; Like Hercules , for ravish'd Hylas , mourns , And rends the Laurel that his Brow adorns . The Plains ne'er such a Face of Sorrow wore , Never was Youth lamented thus before : With Garlands crown'd no active Nymphs are seen , To Dance in graceful Choirs around the Green : No jolly Swains beneath the Shades resort , With tuneful Pipes to cheer their Rural Sport ; In gloomy Solitude the Shepherds mourn , Dark as the Grave , and Silent as his Urn. One Labour more , Silvanus , yet remains , Descending Phoebus shall inspire thy Strains : And every Muse her willing Aid impart , To crown the Verse , and grace thy Tuneful Art. Whilst here protected from the scorching Sun , The kind complaining Streams in Murmurs run : And grateful Shades form an Imperfect Day , Prelude the Song , thy mournful Tribute Pay. When , gently raising his dejected Head , Thus to the Fair afflicted Nymph he said : An irresistless Charm thy Sorrow bears , Who can withstand the force of Pious Tears ? Compell'd by Fate , and more Tyrannick Love , My Soaring Muse shall visit Realms above ; Amidst the Stars admire his dawning Flame , And rank Caesario in the List of Fame . Let Charwell's List'ning Streams neglect to Flow , The Heav'ns to Weep , the sighing Winds to Blow : When I the Youth 's sublimer Praise decline , Unequal tho' my Verse , the Theme's Divine . Amintor , thee , whilst Foreign Shores invite , And thy auspicious Muse extends her flight : Amintor , lov'd by Fame , admired Young ! That Charm'st with ev'ry Grace , in ev'ry Tongue ! Whether the Sein's attentive to thy Lays , And Louvre's blest with British Caesar's Praise ; Or fam'd Versailes is in thy Numbers shown , Adorn'd with Beauties that transcend her own : Thy Absence now the drooping Muses mourn , Implore thy Aid , and Sigh for thy Return . O cou'd I imitate the Mantuan Swain ! Inform the Flocks , and charm the distant Plain : Or cou'd I sing with British Colin's Art , Wound ev'ry Ear , move each relenting Heart : And sweetly as the Young Alexis mourn , In graceful Accents o're Pastora's Urn ; Such shou'd my Verse , so just my Sorrows prove , Worthy his Shade , and my aspiring Love. Then like Iudea's Shepherd l'd complain , Mourning the Royal Youth untimely Slain : Sad Albion's Hills , like Gilboa shou'd hear , And her detested Plains my Curses bear ; Each blasted Grove , and weeping River , tell How lov'd a Prince , how much lamented fell . Proceed , my Muse , and raise thy humble Song , Boundless as Grief , with raging Passion strong : Let Tears unforc'd instruct thy Verse to flow , Soft be thy Plaints , Harmonious all thy Woe . In yonder gloomy Vale , a Grotto lies ; Rarely beheld , but with lamenting Eyes : There aged Ranks of blasted Cypress grow , Of deadly Night-shade , and the fatal Yew ; Destructive Aconites the Shores produce , And drowzy Poppeys shed their baleful Iuice . There black presaging Birds of Night repair , Whose dreadful Omens rend the horrid Air : The falling Waters yield a mournful Noise , And sighing Winds assume a sadder Voice . There no Advances of the absent Sun Dispel the Shades , nor urge the Seasons on : No blooming Sweets , no chearful Greens appear , But Winter blasts the undistinguish'd Year . The Wretched fly to this abandon'd Place , Where Scenes of Horrour may their Woes encrease : Despairing Lovers here a Refuge find , Indulge their Cares , and sooth a gloomy Mind ; Ten Thousand Slaves tyrannick Beauty sends Here to court Fate , and seek inglorious Ends. A lonely Mansion here erects its Head , Rapacious as the Grave , and stor'd with Dead : Low'ring it stands on this detested Ground , With Spoils of Youth , and ravish'd Beauty crown'd ; Ancient as Time , the pompous Work of Shade , Rejecting Form , and slighting Nature's Aid : Beauty and Art the Ruder mass disdains , Where Fate refides , and Death in Triumph reigns . The mournful Dome eludes our injur'd Sight , Casts Terrours round , and forms a deeper Night : Obscure with Mists the Sable Front appears , For ever Cold , and Wet with falling Tears . There Ranks of unregarded Urns remain , And shatter'd Tombs an horrid Pomp maintain : Proud Mausolaeums moulder there in State , Magnificent with Heaps , in Ruins great . With Human Bones the ghastly Pavement's spread , The last Remains of the neglected Dead : There dying Lamps , there solemn Tapers burn , And long descending Vaults in endless Silence mourn . Inglorious Crowds here undistinguish'd come To Nature's last Retreat , a Peaceful Tombe : An easie Change , to Minds that seek no more , But covet Rest , and dream'd out Life before ; Those whom no Arts , no shining Actions grace , That liv'd obscure , and fell a worthless Race ! Here in the Arms of kind Oblivion laid , Their Names forgot , they sleep beneath this Shade . This Scene of Horrour but prepares the Way To Fields of Bliss , Realms of Etherial Day : This but an Entrance to the Sacred Pile , Where Arts triumph , and Native Graces smile . Crystalline Roofs the glorious Dome adorn , Fair as the Blushes of the rising Morn : On Columns rais'd in beauteous Orders plac'd , With Statues crown'd , Triumphal Arches grac'd ; The Eye from far salutes the blest Abode , Adores the Temple , and the Guardian God. In Consort here a hundred Trumpets join , Return'd by Echoes thro' the vaulted Shrine : Loud Hymns of Praise , and joyful Paeans sound , That reach extreamest Earth , and Heav'ns superiour round . Here Fame presides , here jealous Honour stands , To guard their Off-spring from the Tyrant's hands : To keep the Heroe's boasted Name alive , And make the Glorious after Death survive . And here are Urns , but Urns with Myrtle bound , Adorn'd with Wreaths , with deathless Laurels crown'd : Whose sacred Ashes lasting Sweets diffuse , And Bless the Toils of the recording Muse. Hither ambitious Crowds resort in vain , Dulness and Sloth their lagging Feet detain : From far they view the Empireal Seat , But lost in Shades , submit to common Fate . Deluded Wretches that consume their Days , In false pursuits of Fame , and courting Praise : In vain attempt the Adamantine Gate , Or strive to rise beneath their Native weight ; Nature's averse , Fame no Compassion shows , Their Parts are form'd for Shade and long repose . Here the fam'd Worthies of our British Race , In pompous Shrines their awful Circles grace : Admir'd below , in Orbs they shine Above , For Wars renown'd and softer Toils of Love. And here Immortal Bards ascend in State , Their Fame compleat , and triumph over Fate : Those envy'd Honours which the World denies To living Worth , the bounteous Grave supplies ; And ev'ry Urn of the inspired Race , With Kings and Heroes claim an Equal place . For justly here , Apollo's Off-spring's plac'd , In that Pantheon which their Fancies rais'd They form its Beauties , and its Triumphs spread , Adorn it Living , and possess it Dead . And first the Heroes of her Regal Line , In long Descents , and graceful Orders shine : Here warlike Danes , here conqu'ring Normans sleep , Whose rugged Shields their honour'd Relicts keep ; Those faithful Swords with which they Conquests spread , Protect their Urns , and Guard the Heroes dead . Next those distinguish'd Chiefs , that early bore Avenging Arms to Asia's injur'd Shore : On Iordan's Banks immortal Honours won , And made oppress'd Iudea's Wrongs their own ; Drove impious Tyrants from the Sacred Plain , Redeem'd the Land , and then refus'd to Reign . O wondrous Youth ! from Warlike Edward sprung , Envy'd by Fate , and snatch'd from Triumphs young ! In Honour's shining Page the brightest Name , Thy Britain's Glory , and the Boast of Fame ; Cressy , to Thee Immortal Honour yields , And Laurels bloom in Poictiers bloody Fields . The aged Prince thy Dangers view'd with Pride , And saw thy Arm an Empire 's Fate decide : The Gallick Genius fled before thy Sword , And Victory confess'd her Rightful Lord : Fortune , thy Slave , did Pale with Horrour stand , Whilst Legions fell by thy avenging Hand . O swiftly gone ! lost in thy blooming Years , And all thy Triumphs overcast with Tears : Unhappy Britain mourns her Heroes young , Fate early Claims , and Fame Enjoys them long . A grateful Scene here streaming Banners yield , And glitt'ring Trophies of the bloody Field : Lamenting Gallia's Spoils , in Battle won , When British Princes fill'd her vanquish'd Throne ; Inur'd to Triumphs , and renown'd in Fight , Their Acts inspir'd the ancient Bards to write . A noble Order next detains the Eye , Where warlike Knights in Regal Habits lie : In Honours great , by fam'd Atchievements known , Subjects are here Companions to the Throne . Indulgent Powers on this Succession smile , Devoted to the Saint that Guards our Isle . This , to Imperial Heads our Monarchs give , And Europe's Potentates with Pride receive : Rewards the Brave , adds Lustre to a Throne , Whilst honour'd Kings their British Sovereign own ; Caesar by this the noblest Triumph gains , Advances Merit , and o'er Princes reigns . Why stops the prostrate Muse ! What awful Sight Transports thy Breast , and long retards thy Flight ! Thro' pure Etherial Rays , and Beams Divine , I see the pious Worthy's radiant Shrine . Hail Wainflet's Glory ! Rbedicina's Pride ! Patron of Arts , and Virtue 's sacred Guide ! Permit the meanest of thy Race to come , Adore thy Ashes , and revere thy Tombe . Auspicious Shade ! worthy to reign Above , A bless'd Example of unbounded Love : Officious Fame records thy Worth in vain , Whose Bounty lives , and wondrous Acts remain ; Let Angels tune their Harps , and Voices raise , Virtue 's the Theme , when they recite thy Praise . A Hundred Sons , thy bounteous Off-spring , pay Their grateful Vows with the returning Day : Thy Acts reherse , extol thy happy Name , Supplying all the Hundred mouths of Fame . Thou livest Immortal in thy glorious Race , That Arts adorn , and ev'ry Science grace : To distant Poles they make thy Virtues known , And whilst they spread thy Fame , Record their own . But Fame's unequal , and the Muses flight , In vain Essays to emulate thy height : The lofty Theme they modestly decline , Confessing Thee a Subject too Divine . Elisa here Adorns the British Race , Elisa fam'd for Wars , renown'd in Peace : Amidst a Circle of her Heroe's laid That form the Triumphs of the glorious Maid . In distant Orbs her faithful Worthies shine , With Beams reflected from the Virgins Shrine : Divine Minerva boasts no greater Charms , Than to excel in Arts , and conqu'ring Arms. What Ranks of Sacred Urns appear within ! How bright the Prospect , how august the Scene ! Had Albion ne'er contending Roses bred , Nor groan'd beneath the fatal White and Red : Had Civil Rage her Beauties ne'er defac'd , Sully'd her Triumphs , nor her Fame erac'd : And guilty Britain never known the Stain Of Royal Blood , and a Plebean Reign : No Clime cou'd such a glorious Off-spring boast , And Fame had fix'd her Shrine on Albion's Coast. Maria's Ashes close th' Imperial Line , That Sweets diffuse , with Matchless Beauties shine : Maria blooming as the early Spring , Soft as the Gales that fragrant Zephirs bring : Chast as the Blushes of the colder Morn , Sweet as the Perfumes that on Altars burn : Pious as Age , Fair as unshaded Light , The Ear she Charm'd , and Bless'd the ravish'd Sight . Again She claims the Tribute of our Eyes , Again Maria in Caesario Dies . And here , Immortal Youth , accept a Place Equal with Heroes of thy Godlike Race : Where Nymphs renown'd , and Royal Worthies shine , That bless'd the Land , and merit Rites Divine ; Kindly receive thy Britain's flowing Tears , And all the Honours paid thy blooming Years : What Fate deny'd , the grateful Muses give , And make thy Name to Endless Ages live . Whilst Mourning Albion languishes in Tears , Sad with the Prospect of Succeeding Years : Sees her deluded Wishes render'd Vain , And all the Triumphs of thy promis'd Reign ; Enjoy amidst the bless'd Angellick Host , A brighter Diadem , than Britain's lost . Appeas'd at length , may Heav'n propitious Smile , And with Indulgent Beams regard our Isle : O may thy Innocence our Crimes atone ! And Anna's Off-spring sent for Blessings down , With long Descents of Heroes fill the Throne . FINIS . A76393 ---- A poetick descant upon a private musick-meeting. Benlowes, Edward, 1603?-1676. 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EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A76393 Wing B1877 Thomason 669.f.15[2] ESTC R211136 99869869 99869869 163080 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A76393) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163080) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f15[2]) A poetick descant upon a private musick-meeting. Benlowes, Edward, 1603?-1676. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [S.l. : 1649] Signed at end: E. Benevolus. Publication date from Wing. Annotation on Thomason copy: "Nouemb:". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Descants. English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. A76393 R211136 (Thomason 669.f.15[2]). civilwar no A poetick descant upon a private musick-meeting. Benlowes, Edward 1649 713 0 5 0 0 0 0 70 D The rate of 70 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A POETICK DESCANT UPON A Private Musick-Meeting . MUSE ! Rise , and plume thy Feet , and let 's convers This Mor'n together : Let 's rehers Last Evening's Sweets ; and run one Heat in ful-speed Vers . Prank not thy Self in Metaphors ; but pound Thy ranging Tropes , that they may sound Nothing but what our Paradise did then surround . Thron'd first Parthenian-heav'n-bred Beauties were , Neer Chrystal casements Eastern Sphere ; Who , like to VENUS , sparkled , yet more chaste then fair . Mongst which , one radiant Star so largely shone , Shee seem'd a CONSTELLATION ; Her Front 'bove Lilie-white , Cheek 'bove Rose-red , full blown . Yet bee not Planet-struck , like som that gaze Too eagerly on Beautie's blaze ; There 's none like Thine , Dear MUSE ! theirs are but Meteor-raies . Suitors to Idols offer idle Suits , Which hold their Presence more recruit's Their broken Hopes , then Viols , Pedals , Organs , Lutes . But , whist ! The Masculine sweet Planets met , Their Instruments in tune have set , And now begin to ransack Musick 's Cabinet . SOL ! Thou pure Fountain of this Streaming Nois ! Patron of Sweetness ! Soul of Joies ! How were wee ravisht with thy Viol 's warbling Voice ! Thy Nectar-dropping Joints so plai'd their part , They forc'd the Fibers of our heart To dance : Thy Bow 's swift-lightning made the Leero start . Thou didst ev'n saw the grumbling Catlines still , And tortured'st the Base , until His roaring Diapasons did the whole Room fill . LUNA the Pedal richly did adorn ; If 'twixt the Cedar and the Thorn There 's ought harmonious , 't was from this sweet Fir-tree born . As Philomel , Night's-Minstrel , jugg's her tides Of rowling Melodie ; Shee ride's On Surges down to th' Deep ; and , when Shee list's , up glide's . JOVE Cataracts of Liquid Gold did powr , More pretious then his Danaë's Showr : From Pedal-drops to Organ-deluge swell'd the Stour . MARS twang'd a Violin ( his fierce Drums for fight Turn'd to brisk Almans ) with what spr'ite His Treble shrill'd forth Marches , which Hee strain'd to the hight ! His active Bow , arm'd with a War-like Tone , Ralli'd his Troops of Strings , as one , Which Vollies gave i' th' chace of swift Division . So the Pelean Youth was vanquish'd still By his renown'd Musician's Skill , Which could disarm , and arm the Conquerour at will . Last , MERCURIE with ravishing Strains fell on , Whose Violin seem'd the Chymick-stone , For everie melting Touch was pure Projection . Chair'd midst the Spheres of Musick 's Heav'n , I hear , I gaze ; charm'd all to Eie and Ear ; Both which , with Objects too intens , ev'n martyr'd were . Th' Excess of Fairs , distill'd through Sweets , did woo My wav'ring Soul , maz'd what to do , Or to quit Eies for Ears , or Ears for Eies forgo . Giddie i' th' change which Sex to crown with Prais ; Time swore Hee never was with Laies More sweetly spent ; nor Beautie ever beam'd such Raies . 'Twixt these Extremes mine Eies and Ears did straie , And sure it was no time to praie , The DEITIES themselvs then beeing All at Plaie . The ful-throng'd Room it's Ruine quite defie's : Nor Fairs , nor Airs are pond'rous ; Skies Do scorn to shrink , though pil'd with Stars and Harmonies . Form , Beautie , Sweetness , All did here conspire , Combin'd in one Celestial Quire , To charm the Enthusiastick Soul with Enthean Fire : These buoy up care-sunk Thoughts ; Their Power endue's A Castril brain with Eagle-Muse : When SAINTS would highest soar , They MUSICK Pineons use . Musick ! thy Med'cines can our Griefs allaie , And re-inspire our lumpish Claie : MUSE ! Thou transcend'st ; Thou without Instruments canst plaie . Blandulis longum Vale CANTILENIS . E. BENEVOLUS . {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} . Novemb : A81065 ---- A godly exhortation to this distressed nation Shewing the true cause of this unnaturall civill war amongst us. Crouch, Humphrey, fl. 1635-1671. 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EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A81065 Wing C7279 Thomason 669.f.6[87] ESTC R212538 99871147 99871147 160948 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A81065) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 160948) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 245:669f6[87]) A godly exhortation to this distressed nation Shewing the true cause of this unnaturall civill war amongst us. Crouch, Humphrey, fl. 1635-1671. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for Richard Harper, London : 1642. Verse - "VVhen pride aboundeth in the City,". Signed at end: Humphrey Crouch. At head of text: Psal. L. Verst XV. Call upon me in the time of trouble, so will I heare thee, and thou shalt praise me. With engraved border. Annotation on Thomason copy: "nouemb. 9th". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A81065 R212538 (Thomason 669.f.6[87]). civilwar no A godly exhortation to this distressed nation. Shewing the true cause of this unnaturall civill war amongst us. Psal. L. Verse XV. Call upon Crouch, Humphrey 1642 696 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A GODLY EXHORTATION TO THIS DISTRESSED NATION . Shewing the true cause of this unnaturall Civill War amongst us . PSAL. L. VERSE XV . Call upon me in the time of trouble , so will I heare thee , and thou shalt praise me . VVHen pride aboundeth in the City , And peoples hearts are void of pity ; When little children learne to sweare , And wickednesse abounds each where . Then let Gods people crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When as Gods service is neglected , And able Ministers rejected : When Popery resteth in the land , And strives to get the upper hand . Then let Gods people crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When people they have itching eates , Desturb our Church , and grieve our Peers : When men despise good government , And spurne against the Parliament . 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When as the Kingdome is divided , And by the sword the cause decided : When Law and Justice take no place , And people lose their hold of grace . 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When people stumble at a straw , And make their own selfe will a Law : When people maketh sanctity A cloake to hide hypocrisie . 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When people for meer trifles quarrell , And make a Pulpit of a barrell : When people run from place to place , Unreverently Gods Church deface , 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When some that cannot read nor write Shall tell us of a new-found light , And Scripture unto us expounds , True learned Discipline confounds . 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When people are distracted so , Distressed England fil'd with woe : When people for the common good , Unnaturall shed each others bloud , 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When dire destruction runs before , And brings bad tidings to our door : When arme , arme , arme , is all the crie , To adde griefe to our misery . 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When armed men each day we meet In every lane and every street : When as our streets are chained streight , And Ordnance plac'd at every gate . 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When London is entrenched round , When feare our senses doth confound ; When men with griefe behold those works , As if we were besieg'd by Turks . 'T is time for us to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . Now since we are distressed thus , Good Lord make haste to succour us ; On wofull England cast thine eye , And ease us of this misery . For now 't is time to crie and call Good Lord have mercy on us all . When King and Peers agree in one , And cause a blessed union ; When all imbrace , and throw downe arms , And we be freed from publick harms . Then shall we finde when we do call That thou dost heare and helpe us all . When they shall fall that doe oppose Thee in thy way , O Lord , and those That wish well to thy Church encrease , Then shall betide a happy peace . Then shall we finde when we doe call That thou dost heare and helpe us all . Humphrey Crouch . FINIS . LONDON , Printed for Richard Harper . 1642. A84623 ---- A panegyrick to His Renowed [sic] Majestie, Charles the Second, King of Great Britaine, &c. Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A84623 of text R212460 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.25[51]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 2 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A84623 Wing F1149 Thomason 669.f.25[51] ESTC R212460 99895585 99895585 153224 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A84623) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 153224) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2355:1) A panegyrick to His Renowed [sic] Majestie, Charles the Second, King of Great Britaine, &c. Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688. 1 sheet ([1] p.) printed for Henry Marsh at the Princes Arms in Chancery Lane near Fleetstreet, London : MDCLX. [1660] Signed at end: T.F. (i.e. Thomas Flatman). Verse - "Return, return, strange Prodigie of Fate!". Annotation on Thomason copy: "June 30 [illegible]". Reproduction of original in the Folger Shakespeare Library. eng Charles -- II, -- King of England, 1630-1685 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- London A84623 R212460 (Thomason 669.f.25[51]). civilwar no A panegyrick to His Renowed [sic] Majestie, Charles the Second, King of Great Britaine, &c. Flatman, Thomas 1660 324 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-11 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-12 Elspeth Healey Sampled and proofread 2007-12 Elspeth Healey Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A PANEGYRICK To His Renowed MAJESTIE , Charles the Second , King of Great Britaine , &c. REturn , return , strange Prodigie of Fate ! Gird on thy Beams , and re-assume thy State . Miraculous Prince , beyond the reach of Verse , The Fame and Wonder of the Universe ! Preserv'd by an Almighty hand , when Rome , And raging Oliver had read thy doom ! Deliver'd from a bloudy Junto ( men , That gladly would be Murtherers agen ! ) Thy valiant Arms have strugled with the Tide , Encountred all the Winds , and scorn'd their Pride : Guarded with Angels ; yet preserv'd to be Distracted , heart-sick England's Remedie ! Come , Royal Exile ! We submit , we fall , We bend before thy Throne , and give thee all : Accept Eternal Honour , and that Crown , Which Vertue , and rare Actions make thine own . Thou shalt Eclipse the petty Courts , where Thou , Too long a Noble Sojourner , didst bow . The Monsieur's bravery shall vail to Thee , And the grave Don adore thy Majestie , While thine encreasing Glories shall out-shine The Plumes o' th' One , and t'other's Golden Mine . The German Eagle , when thy Lions roare , Shall flag her wing , and towre above no more ; Shall gaze upon Thy Lustre crouch down lower , And bask within the Sun-shine of thy Power : As for those Potentates that lesser be , They shall be Greater if they stoop to Thee : Subjects to such a King , are better far , And happier , than other Monarchs are . Heav'n , and brave Monck , conspire to make thy Raign Transcend the Diadems of Charlemain . T. F. LONDON , Printed for HENRY MARSH at the Princes Arms in Chancery Lane near Fleetstreet , MDCLX . A18592 ---- The anuals [sic] of great Brittaine. Or, A most excellent monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this kingdome, to the satisfac ion both of the vniuersities, or any other place stirred with emulation of long continuance. Excellently figured out in a worthy poem. Loves martyr Chester, Robert, 1566-1640. 1611 Approx. 286 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 96 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A18592 STC 5120 ESTC S116061 99851278 99851278 16548 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A18592) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 16548) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1571:03) The anuals [sic] of great Brittaine. Or, A most excellent monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this kingdome, to the satisfac ion both of the vniuersities, or any other place stirred with emulation of long continuance. Excellently figured out in a worthy poem. Loves martyr Chester, Robert, 1566-1640. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. aut Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. aut Chapman, George, 1559?-1634. aut Marston, John, 1575?-1634. aut [2], 183, [1] p. Printed [by E. Allde] for Mathew Lownes, London : 1611. Another issue, with prelims. cancelled and cancel title page, of: Chester, Robert. Loves martyr. Cancel title page printed by E. Allde.--STC. "Hereafter follow diuerse poeticall essaies on the former subiect; viz the turtle and the phœnix .." has separate dated title page; contains poems by Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, George Chapman and John Marston. Register and pagination continuous. Some print show-through. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. 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OR , A MOST EXCELlent Monument , wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this Kingdome , to the satisfaction both of the Vniuersities , or any other place stirred with Emulation of long continuance . Excellently figured out in a worthy Poem . LONDON : Printed for MATHEW LOWNES . 1611. ROSALINS COMPLAINT , METAPHORIcally applied to Dame Nature at a Parliament held ( in the high Star-chamber ) by the Gods , for the preseruation and increase of Earths beauteous Phoenix . A Solemne day of meeting mongst the Gods , And royall parliament there was ordained : The heauenly Synod was at open ods , And many harts with earthly wrongs were pained ; Some came to craue excuse , some to complaine Of heauie burdend griefes they did sustaine . Vesta she told , her Temple was defiled : Iuno how that her nuptiall knot was broken ; Venus from her sonne Cupid was exiled : And Pallas tr●e with ignorance was shoken : Bellora rau'd at Lordlike cowardice , And Cupid that fond Ladies were so nice . To this Assembly came Dame Nature weeping , And with her handkercher through wet with teares , She dried her rosie cheekes , made pale with sighing , Hanging her wofull head , head full of feares : And to Ioues selfe plac'd in a golden seate , She kneeld her downe , and thus gan to intreate : Thou mightie Imperator of the earth , Thou euer-liuing Regent of the aire , That to all creatures giu'st a liuely breath , And thundrest wrath downe from thy firie chaire , Behold thy handmaid , king of earthly kings , That to thy gracious sight sad tidings brings . 〈◊〉 ●are rich Phoenix of exceeding beautie , 〈◊〉 - like Lillie in the earth I placed ; 〈…〉 , to whom men owe dutie : 〈◊〉 countrey with a milke-white Doue I graced : O●e and none such , since the wide world was found , Hath euer Nature placed on the ground . Head. Her head I framed of a heauenly map , Wherein the seuenfold vert●es were enclosed , When great Apollo slept within my lap , And in my bosome had his rest reposed , I cut away his locks of purest gold , And plac'd them on her head of earthly mould . Haire . When the least whistling wind begins to sing , And gently blowes her haire about her necke , Like to a chime of bels it soft doth ring , And with the pretie noise the wind doth checke , Able to lull asleepe a pensiue hart , That of the round worlds sorrowes beares a part . F●r●●ead . Her forehead is a place for princely Io●e To ●it , and censure matters of import : ● Wherein men reade the sweete conceipts of Loue , To which hart-pained Louers do resort , And in this ●ablet find to cure the wound , For which no salue or herbe was euer found . Eyes . Vnder this mirrour , are her princely eyes : Two Carbuncles , two rich imperiall lights ; That ore the d●y and night do soueraignize , And their dimme tapers to their rest she frights : Her eyes excell the Moone and glorious Sonne , And when she riseth al their force is donne . Cheekes . Her morning-coloured cheekes , in which is plac'd , A Lillie lying in a bed of Roses ; This part aboue all other I haue grac'd , For in the blew veines you may reade sweet posies : When she doth blush , the Heauens do wax ●ed , When she lookes pale , that heauenly Front is dead . Chinne . Her chinne a litle litle pretie thing , In which the sweet carnatian Gelli-flower , Is round encompast in a christall ring , And of that pretie Orbe doth beare a power : No storme of Enuie can this glorie touch , Though many should assay it ouermuch . Lippes . Her lippes two rubie Gates from whence doth spring , Sweet honied de●w by an intangled kisse , From forth these glories doth the Night-bird sing , A Nightingale that no right notes will ●isse : True learned Eloquence and Poetrie , Do come betwene these dores of excellencie . T●eth . Her teeth are hewed from rich crystal Rockes , Or from the Indian pearle of much esteem , These in a closet her deep counsell lockes , And are as porters to so faire ● Que●ne , They taste the diet of th● 〈◊〉 traine , Other base gros●enesse they do still disdaine . Tongue . Her tongue the vtterer of all glorious things , The siluer clapper of that golden bell , That neuer ●oundeth but to mightie Kings , And when she speakes , her speeches do excell : He in a happie chaire himselfe doth place , Whose name with her sweet tongue she means to grace . Necke . Her necke is Vestas siluer conduict pipe , In which she powers perfect chastitie , And of the muskie grapes in sommer ripe , She makes a liquor of ratietie , That dies this swanne-like piller to a white , More glorious then the day with all his light . ●r●astes . Her breasts two crystall orbes of whitest white , Two little mounts from whence lifes comfort springs , Betweene those hillockes Cupid doth delight To sit and play , and in that valley sings : Looking loue-babies in her wanton eyes , That all grosse vapours thence doth chas●esize . Armes . Her armes are branches of that siluer tree , That men surname the rich H●sperides , A precious circling shew of modestie , When she doth spread these glories happines ▪ Ten times ten thousand blessings he doth ●aste , Whose circled armes shall cling about her waste . Hands . Her hands are fortunes palmes , where men may reade His first houres destiny , or weale or woe , When she this sky-like map abroad doth spreade , Like pilgrimes many to this Saint do go , And in her hand , white hand , they there do see Loue lying in a bed of yuorie . Fing●rs . Her fingers long and small do grace her hand ; For when she toucheth the sweete sounding Lute , The wild vntamed b●asts ●maz'd do stand , And c●rroll-chanting birds are sudden mute : O fingers how you grace the siluer wires , And in humanitie burne Venus fires ! Bellie . Her bellie ( ô grace incomprehensible ) Far whiter then the milke-white lillie flower , O might Arabian Phoenix come inuisible , And on this mountaine build a glor●ous bower , Then Sunne and Moone as tapers to her bed , Would light loues Lord to take h●r ●aidenhead . Nota. Be still my thoughts , be silent all yea Muses , Wit-flowing eloquence now gra●e my tongue : Arise old Homer and make no excuses , Of a rare peec● of art must be my song , Of more then most , and most of all beloued , About the which Venus sweete do●es haue houered . There is a place in louely paradize , From whence the golden Gehon ouerflowes , A fountaine of such honorable prize , That none the sacred , sacred vertues knowes , Walled about , be●ok'ning sure defence , With trees of life , to keepe ●ad errors thence . T●igh●s . Her Thighs two pillers fairer far then faire , Two vnderprops of that celestiall house , That Mansion that is Iunos siluer chaire , In which Ambrosie VENVS doth carouse , And in her thighs the prety veines are running Like Christall ●iuers from the maine streames flowing . Legg●s . Her Legges are made as graces to the rest , So pretie , white , and so proportio●ate , That leades her to loues royall sportiue nest , Like to a light bright Angel in her gate : For why no creature in the earth but she , Is like an Angell , Angell let her be . Fee●e . Her Feete ( now draw I to conclusion ) Are neat and litle to delight the eye , No tearme in all humane inuention , Or in the veine of sweet writ Poetrie Can ere be found , to giue her feet that grace , That beares her corporate Soule from place to place . And if by night she walke , the Marigold , That doth inclose the glorie of her eye , At her approch her beauty doth vnfold , And spreads her selfe in all her royaltie , Such vertue hath this Phoenix glassy shield , That Floures and Herbs at her faire sight do yeeld . And if she grace the Walkes within the day , Flora doth spreade an Arras cloth of flowers , Before her do the prety Satires play , And make her banquets in their leauie Bowers : Head , Haire , Brow , Eyes , Cheeks ▪ Chin and all , Lippes , Teeth , Tong , Neck , Brests , Belly are maiesticall . This Phoenix I do feare me will d●cay , And from her ashes neuer will arise An other Bird her wings for to display , And her rich beauty for to equalize : The Arabian fiers are too dull and base , To make another spring within her place ▪ Therefore dread Regent of these Elements , Pitie poo●e Nature in her Art excelling , Giue thou an humble , ●are to my laments , That to thee haue a long true tale beene telling , Of her , who when 〈◊〉 please the● to behold , Her outward sight shall bewties pride vnfold . At these words Ioue stood as a man amazed , And Iunos loue-bred bewtie turnd to wight , Venus she blusht , and on dame Nature gazed . And Vesta she began to weepe outright : And litle Cupid poore boy ▪ strucke in loue , With repetition of this earthly Doue . But at the last Ioue gan to rouse his spirit , And told dame Nature in her sweet discourse ; Her womans To●ng did run before her Wit , Such a faire soule her selfe could neuer nurse , Nor in the vastie earth was euer liuing , Such beauty that all beauty was excelling . Nature was strucke with pale temeritie , To see the God of thunders lightning eyes ; He shooke his knotty haire so wrathfully , As if he did the heauenly rout despise : Then downe vpon her knee dame Nature fals , And on the great gods name aloud she cals . Ioue thou shalt see my comm●ndations , To be vnworthie and impartiall , To make of her an extallation , Whose beauty is deuine maiesticall ; Looke on that painted picture there , behold The rich wrought Phoenix of Arabian gold . Ioues eyes were setled on her painted eyes ; Ioue blushing smil'd ▪ the picture smil'd againe : Ioue spoke to her , and in his heart did rise Loues amours , but the picture did disdain● To loue the god , Ioue would haue stole a kisse , But Iuno being by , denyed him this . When all the rest beheld this counterfeit , They knew the substance was of rarer price : Some gaz'd vpon her face , on which did waite As messengers , her two celestiall eyes ; Eyes wanting fire , did giue a lightning flame , How much more would her eyes mans sences tame ? Then all the Gods and Goddesses did decree , In humble maner to intreat of Ioue , And euery power vpon his bended knee , Shewd faithfull seruice in dame Natures loue , Intreating him to pacifie his Ire , And raise another Phoenix of new fire . Her picture from Ioues eyes hath banisht Hate , And Mildnesse plaind the furrowes of his brow , Her painted shape hath chastised debate , And now to pleasure them he makes a vow : Then thus Ioue spake , t is pittie she should die , And leaue no ofspring of her Progenie . Nature go hie thee , get thee Phoebus chaire , Cut through the skie , and leaue Arabia , Leaue that il working peece of fruitlesse ayre , Leaue me the plaines of white Brytania , These countries haue no fire to raise that flame , That to this Phoenix bird can yeeld a name . There is a country Clymat fam'd of old , That hath to name delight some Paphos I le , Ouer the mountaine tops to trudge be bold , There let thy winged Horses rest awhile : Where in a vale like Ciparissus groue , Thou shalt behold a second Phoenix loue . A champion country full of fertill Plaines , Greene grassie Medowes , little prettie Hils , Aboundant pleasure in this place remaines , And plenteous sweetes this heauenly clymat filles : Faire flowing bathes that issue from the rockes , Aboundant heards of beasts that come by flock●s . High stately Caedars , sturdie bigge arm'd Okes , Great Poplers , and long trees of Libanon , Sweete smelling Firre that frankensence prouokes , And Pine apples from whence sweet iuyce doth come : The sommer-blooming Hauthorne ; vnder this Faire Venus from Adonis stole a kisse . Fine Thickets and rough Brakes for sport and pleasure , Places to hunt the light-foote nimble Roe : These groues Diana did account her treasure , And in the cold shades , oftentimes did goe To lie her downe , faint , weary on the ground , Whilest that her Nimphs about her daun●t a round . A quire of heauenly Angels tune their voyces , And counterfeit the Nightingale in singing , At which delight some pleasure she reioyces , And Plenty from her cell her gifts is bringing : Peares , Apples , Plums , and the red ripe Cherries , Sweet Strawberries with other daintie berries . Here haunt the Satyres and the Driades , The Hamadriades and pretie Elues , That in the groues with skipping many please , And runne along vpon the water shelues : Heare Mermaides sing , but with Vlysses eares , The country Gallants do disdaine their teares . The Crocadile and hissing Adders sting , M●y not come neere this holy plot of ground , No Night worme in this continent may sing , Nor poison-spitting Serpent may be found : Here Milke and Hony like two riuers ran , As fruitefull as the land of Canaan . What shal I say ? their Orchards spring with plentie , The Gardens smell like Floras paradice , Bringing increase from one to number twentie , As Lycorice and sweet Arabian spice : No place is found vnder bright heauens faire blisse , To beare the name of Paradise but this . Hard by a running streame or crystall fountaine , Wherein rich Orient pearle is often found , Enuiron'd with a high and steepie mountaine , A fertill soile and fruitful plot of ground , There shalt thou find true Honors louely Squire , That for this Phoenix keepes Prometheus fire . His bower wherein he lodgeth all the night , Is fram'd of Caedars and high loftie Pine , I made his house to chastice thence despight , And fram'd it like this heauenly roofe of mine : His name is Liberall honor , and his hart , Aymes at true faithfull seruice and desart . Looke on his face , and in his browes doth sit , Bloud and sweete Mercie hand in hand vnited , Bloud to his foes , a president most fit For such as haue his gentle humour spited : His Haire is curl'd by nature mild and meeke , Hangs carelesse downe to shrowd a blushing cheeke . Giue him this Ointment to annoint his Head , This precious Balme to lay vnto his feet , These shall direct him to this Phoenix bed , Where on a high hill he this Bird shall meet : And of their Ashes by my doome shal rise , Another Phoenix her to ●qualize . This said the Gods and Goddesses did applaud , The Censure of this thundring Magistrate , And Nature gaue him euerlasting laud , And quickly in the dayes bright Coach she gate Downe to the earth , she 's whirled through the ayre ; Ioue ioyne these fires , thus Venus made her prayer . An Introduction to the Prayer . GVide thou great Guider of the Sunne and Moone , Thou elementall fauourer of the Night , My vndeserued wit , wit sprong too soone , To giue thy greatnesse euerie gracious right : Let Pen , Hand , Wit and vndeseruing tongue , Thy praise and honor sing in euerie song . In my poore prayer guide my Hand aright , Guide my dull Wit , guide all my dulled Senses , Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light , And from thy Booke of life blot my offences : Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue , I le make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue . A Prayer made for the prosperitie of a siluer coloured Doue , applyed to the beauteous Phoenix . O Thou great maker of the firmament , That rid'st vpon the winged Cherubins , And on the glorious shining element , Hear'st the sad praiers of the Seraphins , That vnto thee continually sing Hymnes : Bow downe thy listning eares thou God of might , To him whose heart will praise thee day and night . Accept the humble Praiers of that soule , That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne , Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule , And searcheth reines and heart that are within : Therefore to thee Iehouah I le begin : Lifting my head from my imprisoned graue , No mercie but thy mercie me can saue . The foule vntamed Lion still goes roring , Old hell-bread Sathan enemy to mankind , To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring , Wherein no Grace to humane flesh●s assign'd , But thou celestiall Father canst him bind : Tread on his head , tread Sinne and Sathan downe , And on thy seruants head set Mercies crowne . Thus in acceptance of thy glorious sight , I purge my deadly sinne in hope of grace , Thou art the Doore , the Lanthorne and the Light , To guide my sinfull feete from place to place , And now O Christ I bow before thy face : And for the siluer coloured earthly Doue , I make my earnest prayer for thy loue . Shrowde her ô Lord vnder thy shadowed wings , From the worlds enuious malice and deceit , That like the adder-poisoned serpent stings , And in her way layes a corrupted baite , Yet raise her God vnto thy mercies height : Guide her , ô guide her from pernitious foes , That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes . Wash her O Lord with Hysope and with Thime , And the white snow she shall excell in whitenesse , Purge her with mercie from all sinfull crime , And her soules glorie shall exceed in brightnesse , O let thy mercie grow vnto such ripenesse : Behold her , O behold her gratious King , That vnto thee sweet songs of praise will sing . And as thou leadst through the red coloured waues , The hoast of thy elected Israel , And from the wrath of Pharoe dids● them saue , Appointing them within that land to dwell , A chosen land , a land what did excell : So guide thy siluer Doue vnto that place , Where she Temptations enuie may outface . Increase thy gifts bestowed on thy Creature , And multiply thy blessings manifold , And as thou hast adorned her with nature , So with thy blessed eyes her eyes behold , That in them doth thy workmanship vnfold , Let her not wither Lord without increase , But blesse her with ioyes ofspring of sweet peace . Amen . Amen . To those of light beleefe . YOu gentle fauourers of excelling Muses , And gracers of all Learning and Desart , You whose Conceit the deepest worke peruses , Whose Iudgements still are gouerned by Art : Reade gently what you reade , this next conceit Fram'd of pure loue , abandoning deceit . And you whose dull Imagination , And blind conceited Error hath not knowne , Of Herbes and Trees true nomination , But thinke them fabulous that shall be showne : Learne more , search much , and surely you shall find , Plaine honest Truth and Knowledge comes behind . Then gently ( gentle Reader ) do thou fauour , And with a gracious looke grace what is written , With smiling cheare peruse my homely labour , With Enuies poisoned spitefull looke not bitten : So shalt thou cause my willing thought to striue , To adde more Honey to my new made Hiue . A meeting Dialogue-wise betweene Nature , the Phoenix , and the Turtle Doue . Nature . ALl haile faire Phoenix , whither art thou flying ? Why in the hot Sunne dost thou spread thy wings ? More pleasure shouldst thou take in cold shades lying , And for to bathe thy selfe in wholsome Springs , Where the woods feathered quier sweetely sings : Thy golden Wings and thy breasts beauteous Eie , Will fall away in Phoebus royaltie . Phoenix . O stay me not , I am no Phoenix I , And if I be that bird , I am defaced , Vpon the Arabian mountaines I must die , And neuer with a poore yong Turtle graced ; Such operation in me is not placed : What is my Beautie but a painted wal , My golden spreading Feathers quickly fal . Nature . Why dost thou shead thy Feathers , kill thy Heart , Weep out thine Eyes , and staine thy golden Face ? Why dost thou of the worlds woe take a part , And in relenting teares thy selfe disgrace ? Ioyes mirthful Tower is thy dwelling place : All Birdes for vertue and excelling beautie , Sing at thy reuerend feet in Loue aud Dutie . Phoenix . O how thou feed'st me with my Beauties praising ! O how thy Praise sounds from a golden Toung ! O how thy Toung my Vertues would be raising ! And raising me thou dost corrupt thy song : Thou seest not Honie and Poison mixt among ; Thou not'st my Beautie with a iealous looke , But dost not see how I do bayte my hooke . Nature . Tell me , ô tell me , for I am thy friend , I am Dame Nature that first gaue thee breath , That from Ioues glorious rich seate did descend , To set my Feete vpon this lumpish earth : What is the cause of thy sad sullen Mirth ? Hast thou not Beauty , Vertue , Wit and Fauour : What other graces would'st thou craue of Nature ? P●oenix . What is my Beauty but a vading Flower ? Wherein men reade their deep-conceiued Thrall , Alluring twentie Gallants in an hower , To be as seruile vassals at my Call ? My Sunne-bred lookes their Senses do exhall : But ( ô my griefe ) where my faire Eyes would loue , Foule bleare-eyed Enuie doth my thoughts reprooue . What is my Vertue but a Tablitorie : Which if I did bestow would more increase ? What is my Wit but an inhumane glorie : That to my kind deare friends would proffer peace ? But O vaine Bird , giue ore in silence , cease ; Malice perchaunce doth hearken to thy words , That cuts thy threed of Loue with twentie swords . Nature . Tell me ( O Mirrour ) of our earthly time , Tell me sweete Phoenix glorie of mine age , Who blots thy Beauty with foule Enuies crime , And locks thee vp in fond Suspitions cage ? Can any humane heart beare thee such rage ? Daunt their proud stomacks with thy piercing Eye , Vnchaine Loues sw●etnesse at thy libertie . Phoenix . What is 't to bath me in a wholesome Spring , Or wash me in a cleere , deepe , running Well , When I no vertue from the same do bring , Nor of the balmie water beare a smell ? It better were for me mongst Crowes to dwell , Then flocke with Doues , whē Doues sit alwayes billing , And waste my wings of gold , my Beautie killing . Nature . I le chaine foule Enuy to a brazen Gate , And place deepe Malice in a hollow Rocke , To some blacke desert Wood I le banish Hate , And fond Suspition from thy sight I le locke : These shall not stirre , let anie Porter knocke . Thou art but yong , fresh , greene , and must not passe , But catch the hot Sunne with thy steeled glasse . Phoenix . That Sunne shines not within this Continent , That with his warme rayes can my dead Bloud chearish , Grosse cloudie Vapours from this Aire is sent , Not hot reflecting Beames my heart to nourish . O Beautie , I do feare me thou wilt perish ; Then gentle Nature let me take my flight , But ere I passe , set Enuie out of sight . Nature . I le coniure him , and raise him from his graue , And put vpon his head a punishment : Nature thy sportiue Pleasure meanes to saue ; I le send him to perpetuall banishment , Like to a totterd Furie ragd and rent : I le baffle him , and blind his Iealous eye , That in thy actions Secrecie would prye . Ph●enix . I le coniure him , I le raise him from his Cell , I le pull his Eyes from his conspiring head , I le locke him in the place where he doth dwell ; I le starue him there , till the poore slaue be dead , That on the poisonous Adder oft hath fed : These threatnings on the Helhound I will lay , But the performance beares the greater sway . Nature . Stand by faire Phoenix , spread thy Wings of gold , And daunt the face of Heauen with thine Eye , Like Iunos bird thy Beautie do vnfold , And thou shalt triumph ore thine enemie : Then thou and I in Phoebus coach will flie , Where thou shalt see and tast a secret Fire , That will adde spreading life to thy Desire . Arise thou bleare-ey'd Enuie from thy bed , Thy bed of Snakie poison and corruption , Vnmaske thy big-swol●e Cheekes with poyson red , For with thee I must trie Conclusion , And plague thee with the Worlds confusion . I charge thee by my Power to appeare , And by Celestiall warrant to draw neare . P●oenix . O what a mistie Dampe breakes from the ground , Able it selfe to infect this noysome Aire : As if a caue of Toades themselues did wound , Or poysoned Dragons fell into dispaire , Hels damned sent with this may not compare , And in this foggie cloud there doth arise A damned Feend ore me to tyrannize . Nature . He shall not touch a Feather of thy wing , Or euer haue Authoritie and pow●r , As he hath had in his dayes secret prying , Ouer thy calmie Lookes to send a shower : I le place thee now in secrecies sweet Bower , Where at thy will in sport and dallying , Spend out thy time in Amarous discoursing . Phoenix . Looke Nurce , looke Nature how the Villaine sweates , His big-swolne Eyes will fall vnto the ground , With fretting anguish he his blacke-breast beates , As if he would true harted minds confound : O keepe him backe , his sight my heart doth wound : O Enuie it is thou that mad'st me perish , For want of that true Fire my hart should nourish . Nature . But I will plague him for his wickednesse , Enuie go packe thee to some forreine soyle , To some desertfull plaine or Wildernesse , Where sauage Monsters and wild beasts do toyle , And with inhumane Creatures keepe a coyle . Be gone I say , and neuer do returne , Till this round compast world with fire do burne . Ph●enix . What is he gone ? is Enuie packt away ? Then one fowle blot is mooued from his Throne , That my poore honest Thoughts did seeke to slay : Away fowle griefe , and ouer-heauie Mone , That do orecharge me with continuall grones . Will you not hence ? then with dowue-falling teares , I le drowne my selfe in ripenesse of my Yeares . N●ture . Fie peeuish Bird , what art thou franticke mad ? Wilt thou confound thy selfe with foolish Griefe ? If there be cause or meanes for to be had , Thy Nurse and nourisher will find reliefe : Then tell me all thy Accidents in briefe ; Haue I not banisht Enuy for thy sake ? I greater things for thee I le vndertake . Phoenix . Enuie is gone and banisht from my sight , Banisht for euer comming any more : But in Arabia burnes another Light , A darke dimme Taper that I must adore , This barren Countrey makes me to deplore : It is so saplesse that the very Spring , Makes tender new-growne Plants be with'ring . The noisome Aire is growne infectious , The very Springs for want of Moi●ture die , The glorious Sunne is here pestiferous , No hea●bes for Phisicke or sweet Surgerie , No balme to cure hearts inward maladie : No gift of Nature , she is here defaced , Heart-curing Balsamum here is not placed . Nature . Is this the summe and substance of thy woe ? I● this the Anker-hold vnto thy bote ? Is this thy Sea of Griefe doth ouerflow ? Is this the Riuer sets thy ship a●lote ? Is this the Lesson thou hast learn'd by rote ? And is this all ? and is this plot of Ground The substance of the Theame doth thee confound ? Phoenix . This is the Anker-hold , the Sea , the Riuer , The Lesson and the substance of my Song , This is the Rocke my Ship did seeke to shiuer , And in this ground with Adders was I stung , And in a lothsome pit was often flung : My Beautie and my Vertues captiuate , To Loue , dissembling Loue that I did hate . Nature . Cheare vp thy spirit Phoenix , prune thy wings , And double-gild thy Fethers for my newes ; A Nightingale and not a Rauen sings , That from all blacke contention will excuse Thy heauy thoughts , and set them to peruse Another Clymat , where thou maist expresse , A plot of Paradice for worthinesse . Ioue in diuine diuinesse of his Soule , That rides vpon his firie axaltree , That with his Mace doth humane flesh controule , When of mans deedes he makes a Registrie , Louing the good for singularitie : With a vail'd Count'nance and a gracious Smile , Did bid me plant my Bird in Paphos ▪ Ile . Ph●enix . What ill diuining Planet did presage , My timelesse birth so timely brought to light ? What fatal Comet did his wrath engage ▪ To worke a harmelesse Bird such worlds despight , Wrapping my dayes blisse in blacke ●ables night ? No Planet nor no Comet did conspire My downefall , but foule Fortunes wrathful ire . What did my Beautie moue her to Disdaine ? Or did my ▪ Vertues shadow all her Blisse ? That she should place me in a desart Plaine , And send forth Enuie with a Iudas kisse , To sting me with a Scorpions poisoned hisse ? From my first birth-right for to plant me heare , Where I haue alwaies fed on Griefe and Feare . Nature . Raile not gainst Fortunes sacred Deitie , In youth thy vertuous patience she hath tyred , From this base earth shee 'le lift thee vp on hie , Where in Contents rich Cha●iot thou shalt ride , And neuer with Impatience to abide : Fortune will glorie in thy great renowne , And on thy feathered head will set a crowne . Phoenix . T' was time to come , for I was comfortlesse , And in my Youth haue bene Infortunate : This I le of Paphos I do hope will blesse , And alter my halfe-rotten tottering state ; My hearts Delight was almost ruinate . In this rich I le a Turtle had his nest , And in a Wood of gold tooke vp his rest . Nature . Fly in this Chariot , and come sit by me , And we will leaue this ill corrupted Land , We 'le take our course through the blew Azure skie , And set our feete on Paphos golden sand , There of that Turtle Doue we 'le vnderstand : And visite him in those delightfull plaines , Where Peace conioyn'd with Plenty still remaines . Pho●nix . I come , I come , and now farewell that strond , Vpon whose craggie rockes my Ship was rent ; Your ill beseeming follies made me fond , And in a vastie Cell I vp was pent , Where my fresh blooming Beauty I haue spent . O blame your selues ill nurtred cruell Swaines , That fild my scarlet Glorie full of Staines . Nature . Welcome immortall Bewtie , we will ride Ouer the Semi-circle of Europa , And bend our course where we will see the Tide , That partes the Continent of Affrica , Where the great Cham gouernes Tartaria : And when the starrie Curtaine vales the night , In Paphos sacred Ile we meane to light . Phoenix . How glorious is this Chariot of the day , Where Phoebus in his crystall robes is set , And to poore passengers directs a way : O happie time since I with Nature met , My immelodious Discord I vnfret : And sing sweet Hymnes , burn Myrrhe & Frankensence , Honor that Isle that is my sure defence . Nature . Looke Phoenix ore the world as thou dost ride , And thou shalt see the pallaces of Kings , Great huge-built Cities where high States abide , Temples of Gods , and Altars with rich offrings , To which the Priests their sacrifices brings : Wonders past wonder , strange Pyramides , And the gold-gathering Strong of Euphrates . 〈◊〉 . O what rich pleasure dwelleth in this Land ! Greene springing Medowes , high vpreared Hils , The white-fleest Ewe brought tame vnto the hand , Faire running Riuers that the Countrie fils , Sweet flowers that faire balmy Deaw distils , Great peopled Cities , whose earth-gracing show , Time is asham'd to touch or ouerthrow ! Nature . Besilent gentle Phoenix ▪ I le repeate , Some of these Cities names that we descrie , And of their large foundation I le intreate , Their Fonnder that first rear'd them vp on hie , Making a glorious Spectacle to each eie : Warres wald Defender and the Countries grace , Not battred yet with Times controlling Mace. Alfred the father of faire El●●eda , Founded three goodly famous Monasteries , In this large I le of sweete Britania , For to refresh the poore soules miseries , That were afflicted with calamities : One in the Towne surnamed Edlingsey , Which after ages called Athelney . The second House of that Deuotion , He did erect at worthy Winchester , A place well planted with Religion , Called in this age the new-builded Minster , Still kept in notable reparation : And in this famous builded Monument , His bodie was interd when life was spent . The last not least surpassing all the rest , Was Oxfords honorable foundation , Since when with Learnings glorie it is blest , Begun by the godly exhortation Of the Abbot Neotus direction : From whose rich womb pure Angell-like Diuinitie , Hath sprong to saue vs from Calamitie . Leyre the sonne of Baldud being admitted , To beare the burden of the British sway , A Prince with Natures glorie being fitted , At what time Ioas raigned King of Iuda , To make his new got Fame to last for aye , By Sore he built the Towne of Caerleir , That to this day is called Leycester . Belin that famous worthy Brytaine King , That made the Townes of France to feare his frowne , And the whole Romish Legion to sing . And to record his gracious great renowne , Whose host of men their Townes were firing : Builded in Southwals height Caerlion , Or termed Arwiske Caerlegion . This glorious Citie was the onely Pride , In eldest age of all Demetia : Where many notable Monuments abide ▪ To grace the Countrey of Britania , That from Times memorie can neuer slide : Amphibulus was borne in this sweete place , Who taught S. Albon , Albon full of grace . King Lud surnam'd the great Lud-hurdibras , The sonne of Leil , builded the famous Towne Of Kaerkin , with a huge Tower of brasse , Now called Canterburie of great renowne , Able to bide the raging Foes stout frowne : The Metropolitans seate where Learning sits , And chiefe of all our English Bishoprickes . This noble King builded faire Caerguent , Now cleped Winchester of worthie fame , And at Mount Paladour he built his Tent , That after ages Shaftsburie hath to name , His first foundation from King Leyls sonne came : About which building Prophet Aquila , Did prophesie in large Brytania . King Leill a man of great religion , That made his bordring neighbours for to yeeld , And on their knees to pleade Submission , Being eldest sonne to Brute surnam'd Greeneshield , The Cittie of Caerleits he did build , Now called Carleyle by corruption , And Time that leades things to confusion . Cambridge a famous Vniuersitie , The Nurse of Learning and Experience , The Chearisher of true Diuinitie , That for the Soules good wisedome doth commence , Confuting Vice , and driuing Error thence : Was built by Sigisbert : but wrought effectually By Kings and Lords of famous memorie . Ebranke the sonne of stout Mempritius , Hauing in matrimoniall copulation , Twentie one wiues in large * Britanicus , And thirtie daughters by iust computation , And twentie sonnes of estimation , Builded Caerbranke famous for the name , Now called Englands Yorke a place of Fame . He in Albania large and populous , Now termed Scotland of the Scottish Sect , Because his deedes should still be counted famous , The Castle of Maidens there he did erect , And to good purpose did this worke effect : But iron-eating Time the Truth doth staine , For Edingburgh the Citie doth remaine . And in that Maiden Castle he did frame , To grace the building to the outward eie , Nine Images of stone plac'd in the same , Which since haue stay'd times perpetuetie , In the true forme of worke-mans excellencie : Not any whit diminisht , but as pe●fect As in the first●dayes minute they were set . Phoenix . Nature I muse at your description , To see how Time that old rust-cankard wretch , Honors forgetfull Friend , Cities confusion , That in all Monuments hath made a Breach , To auncient names brought alteration : And yet at this day snch a place remaines , That all Times honor past with honor staines . Nature . Those carued old-cut stonie Images , That beautifie the Princes stately Towers , That graces with their grace the Pallaces , And high imperiall Emperizing bowers , Were neuer raz'd by Times controlling houres : Nine worthie women almost equiualent , With those nine worthie men so valient . Three of the nine were Iewes , and three were Gentiles , Three Christians , Honors honorable Sexe , That from their foes did often beare the spoiles , And did their proud controlling neighbours vexe , Which to their name did Noblenesse annexe , An Embleame for true borne Gentilitie , To imitate their deedes in chiualrie . The first Minerua a right worthie Pagon , That many manlike battailes manly fought , She first deuiz'd Artillerie of yron , And Armour for our backes she first found out , Putting our li●es deare hazard from some doubt : She gouerned the Libians , and got Victories , With Honor by the lake * Tritonides . Our maine pitcht Battels she first ordered , Setting a Forme downe to this following Age , The orders of Incamping she first registred , And taught the lawes of Armes in equipage , To after time her skill she did engage : Apollo was her deare begotten sonne , In Abrahams time she liu'd till life was donne . Semiramis Queene of Assiria , Was second worthie of this worlds great wonder , She conquered large Aethiopia , And brought the Necke of that stout Nation vnder , Wasting the Countries of rich India : Her dayes of Honor and of Regiment , Was in the time of Isaacks gouernment . The third and chiefest for Audaciousnesse , And Enterprises that she tooke in hand , Was Tomyris full of true Noblenesse , Queene of the North ( as I do vnderstand , ) From forth her eyes she lightned Honors Brand , And brandished a Sword , a sword of Fame , That to her weake Sexe yeelded Hectors name . When she receiued newes her sonne was dead , The Hope and Vnderprop of Scithia , She put on Armour , and encountered The Monarch Cyrus King of Persia , And Gouernor of rich Getulia : Slue him in sight her Fame for to renew , Two hundred thousand Souldiers ouerthrew . Amongst the Hebrew women we commend , Iahel the Kenite for the first in bountie , Whose vncomprehensible valour in the end , Did free and set at large her captiu'd Countrie , Oppressed with tyrannicall Miseri● : From dangers imminent of ●irie Warre , By killing hand to hand her foe great Sisar . Debora an Hebrew worthie the second place , She fortie yeares did gouerne Israel , In peace preseru'd her Land , her land of Grace , Where honest sportiue Mirth did alwaies dwell : Her holy holinesse no tongue can tell , Nations astonied at her happinesse , Did grieue to loose her Wisedomes worthinesse . Iudith the third that redeliuered , The strong besieged Citie of Bethulia , And when the prowd Foe she had vanquished , And ouercame hot-spur'd Assiria , Bringing in triumph Holofernes head , She got a great and greater Victorie , Then thousand Souldiers in their maiestie . The first of Christians was faire Maud the Countesse , Countesse of Aniow , daughter to a King ▪ Englands first Henry : Almaines Empresse , Heire in dubitate , and her Fathers ofspring , She titles to the English Crowne did bring : She ne're desisted from the warlike field , Till that vsurped Stephen of Blois did yeeld , And condiscended to her sonnes deare right , That war-like Maude had reobtain'd by might . The second was Elizabeth of Aragon , Queene and wife to honorable Ferdinando : She stoutly fought for propagation Of Christian Faith ; brought to subuersion , The forsaken infidels of Granado , Reducing that p●oud prouince all in one , To follow Christs vnspotted true Religion . The last was Iohane of Naples true borne Queene , Sister to Ladislaus King of Hungarie , A woman that defended ( as t was seene , ) Her countries great and gracious libertie , By force of laudable Armes and Chiualrie , Against the Sarasins inuasion , And proud hot warres of princely Aragon . Thus haue I in the honor of their worth , Laid ope their Progenie , their Deedes , their Armes , T●eir ofspring , and their honorable Birth , That is a Lanthorne lightning their true Fames , Which Truth can neuer burne in Enuies flames : Worthie of wonder are these three times three , Folded in brazen Leaues of memorie . Windsor a Castle of exceeding strength , First built by Aruiragus Brytaines King , But finished by Arthur at the length , Of whose rare deedes our Chronicles do ring , And Poets in their verse his praise do sing : For his Round-table and his war-like Fights , Whose valiantnesse the coward Mind affrights . This Brytish King in warres a Conquerer , And wondrous happie in his Victories , Was a companion of this noble Order , And with his person grac'd these Dignities , Great dignities of high exceeding Valour : For he himselfe the selfe-same Honor tooke , That all his following States did euer brooke . This Paragon whose name our time affrights , At Windsor Castle dubbed in one day , One hundred and iust fortie valiant Knights , With his keene trustie Sword , and onely stay , ( Cald Dridwin ) that his Loue did ouersway : And with that Sword the very day before , He slue as many Saxon fo●s or more . But English Edward third of Memorie , In blessed and religious zeale of Loue , Built vp a Colledge of exceeding glory , That his kind care to England did approue , This Colledge doth this Castle beautifie : The Honor of the place is held so deare , That many famous Kings are buried th●re . But one rare thing exceeding admirable , That to this day is held in great renowne , And to all Forreiners is m●morable , The Name of which makes Englands foes to frowne , And puls the pride of forreine Nations downe , Knights of the Garter and Saint Georges Crosse , Betok'ning to the Foe a bloudie losse . Here followeth the Birth , Life and Death of honourable Arthur King of Brittaine . To the courteous Reader . COurteous Reader , hauing spoken of the first foundat●on of that yet renowned castle of Windsor by Aruiragus king of Britain , & finished by that succeeding prince of worthy memory famous king Arthur ; I thought good ( being intreated by some of my honourable-minded Friends , not to let slip so good and fit an occasion , by reason that there yet remaines in this doubtfull age of opinions , a controuersie of that esteemed Prince of Brittaine ) to write not according to ages obliuiō , but directed onely by our late Historiographers of England , who no doubt haue taken great paines in the searching foorth of the truth of that first Christian Worthie : and wheras ( I know not directed by what blindnes ) there haue bene some Writers ( as I thinke enemies to truth ) that in their erronious censures haue thought no such mā euer to be liuing ; How fabulous that should seeme to be , I leaue to the iudgement of the best read●rs , who know for certaine , that that neuer dead Prince of memory , is more beholding to the French , the Romane , the Scot , the Italian , yea to the Greekes themselues , then to his owne Country-men , who haue fully and wholly set foorth his fame and liuelyhood : then how shamelesse is it for some of vs , to let slip the truth of this Monarch ? And for more confirmatiō of the truth , looke but in the Abbey of Westminster at Saint Edwards shrine , there shalt thou see the print of his royal Seale in red wax closed in Berrill , with this inscription , Patricius Arthurus Gallie , Germaniae , Daciae Imperator , At Douer likewise you may see Sir Gawins skull and Cradocks mantle : At Winchester , a Citie well knowne in England , his famous round Table , with many other notable monuments too long to rehearse : Besides I my selfe haue seen imprinted , a french Pamphlet of the armes of king Arthur , and his renowmed valiant Knights , set in colours by the Heraulds of France : which charge of impression would haue been too great , otherwise I had inserted them orderly in his Life and Actions : but ( gentle Reader ) take this my paines gratefully , and I shal hereafter more willingly striue to employ my simple wit to thy better gratulation ; I haue here set downe ( turned from French prose into English meeter ) the words of the Herald vnder the arms of that worthy Brittaine . King Arthur in his warlike Shield did beare Thirteene rich Crownes of purified gold ▪ He was a valiant noble Conquerer , As ancient Memorie hath truly told : His great Round-table was in Britanie ▪ Where chosen Knights did do their homage yearely . The strange Birth , honorable Coronation , and most vnhappie Death of famous Arthur King of Brytaine . OF noble Arthurs birth , of Arthurs fall , Of Arthurs solemne Coronation , Of Arthurs famous deedes Heroyicall , Of Arthurs battels and inuasion , And that high minded worthie Brytish King , Shall my wits memorie be deifying . In the last time of ●ter surnam'd Pendragon ▪ So called for his wittie pollicies , Being a King of estimation , In famous Brytaine mongst his owne allies , There was a mightie Duke that gouern'd Cornwaile , That held long warr● , and did this King assaile . This Duke was nam'd the Duke of Tintagil : After these hot bred warres were come to end , He soiourn'd at a place cald Terrabil , From whence Pendragon for this Duke did send , And being wounded sore with Cupids sting , Charg'd him his Wife vnto the Court to bring . His Wife a passing Ladie , louely , wife , Chaste to her husbands cleare vnspotted bed , Whose honor-bearing Fame none could supprize , But Vesta-like her little time she led : Igrene her name on whose vnequall beautie Pendragon doted , led by humane folly . At length ●e broke his mind vnto a Lord , A trustie Councellour and noble Friend , That soone vnto his minds griefe did accord , And his Kings louing loue-thoughts did commend , Telling Pendragon this should be his best , To tell the Dutchesse of his sweete request . But she a Woman , sterne , inexorable , Willing fond Lusts inchauntments to resist , All his tongues smoothing words not penetrable , In her chaste bosomes Gate could not insist , But straight she told her Husband how she sped , Lest that his grace should be dishonoured . And counseld him to passe away in haste , That Nights darke duskie mantle might ore shade , Their flying bodies , least at last they taste , More miserie then Time did ere inuade , " For Lust is such a hot inflamed thing , " It gouerneth mans senses , rules a King. And as the Duchesse spake , the Duke departed , That neighter Vter nor his Councell knew , How his deepe bosomes * Lord the Dutchesse thwarted , But marke the story well what did ensue : Soone as the King perceiued their intent , Intemperate Rage made him impatient . Away with Musicke for your strings do iarre , Your sound is full of Discords , harsh and ill , Your Diapazon , makes a humming warre Within mine eares , and doth my sences fill With im●●lodious mourning ; She is gone That rul'd your selues and Instruments alone . Away fond riming Ouid , lest thou write Of Prognes murther , or Lucreti● rape , Of Igrens iou●ney taken in the night , That in the blacke gloom'd silence did escape : O could no Dogge haue bark'd , no Cocke haue crow'd ▪ That might her passage to the King haue show'd . No mirth pleasde Vter , but grimme Melancholy Haunted his heeles , and when he sate to rest , He pondred in his mind Igrenas beautie , Of whom his care-craz'd head was full possest : Nothing was now contentiue to his mind , But Igrenes name , Igrene to him vnkind . At last his noble Peeres with pitie mou'd , To see the Kings sodaine perplexitie , With a great care that their Liege Emperour lou'd , For to allay his great extremitie , Did counsell him to send for Garloyes wife , As he would answer it vpon his life . Then presently a Messenger was sent , To tell the Duke of his wifes secret folly : This was the substance of his whole intent , To bring his wife to Court immediatly : Or within threescore dayes he did protest , To fetch him thither to his litle rest . Which when the Duke had warning , straight he furnish'● Two Castles with wel-fenc'd artillerie , With vitailes and with men he garnish'd , His strongest Holds for such an enemie : And in the one he put his hearts-deare Treasure , Faire Igrene that he loued out of measure , That Castle which the Duke himselfe did hold , Had many Posternes out and issues thence , In which to trust his life he might be bold , And safely the war●es Furie to commence : But after-telling time did wonders wo●ke , That Foxes in their holes can neuer lu●ke . Then in all haste came Vter with his hoast , Pitching his rich pauilions on the ground , Of his aspiring mind he did not boast , For Loue and Anger did his thoughts confound , Hot warre was made on both sides , people s●aine , And many Death-doore-knocking Soules complaine . Loue and minds anguish so perplext the King , For Igrene that incompa●able Dame , That Cupids sicknesse pearc'd him with a sting , And his warres lowd Alarums ouercame , Venus intreated Mars awhile to stay , And make this time a sporting Holiday . Then came sir Vl●i●s a most noble Knight , And askt his king the cause of his disease , Being willing in a subiects gracious right , Vt● 〈◊〉 mind in heart to please : Ah said the K●ng , Igrene doth captiuate My Heart , and makes my Se●ses subiugate . Courage my gracious Liege ▪ I will go find That true diuining prophet of our Nation , M●rlin the wise that shall content your mind , And be a Moderator in this action : His learning , wisedome , and vnseene experienc● , Shall quickly giue a Salue for loues of●ence , So Vl●ius at the length from him departed , A●king for Merlin as he past the way , Who by great fortunes chance sir Vl●ius thwarted , As he went by in beggers base aray : Demanding of the Knight in basenesse meeke , Who was the man he went so farre to seeke ? Vl●ius amazed at his base attire , ●old him it was presumption to demaund The name of him for whom he did enquire , And therefore would not yeeld to his command : Alas said Merlin I do plainly see , Merlin you seeke , that Merlin I am he . And if the King will but fulfill my hest , And will reward my true deseruing heart , In his loues agonies he shal be blest , So that he follow what I shall impart , Vpon my Knighthood he will honor thee , With fauour & rewards most royally . Then Vlfius glad departed in all hast , And rode amaine to king Pendragons sight , Telling his Grace Merlin he me● at last , That like a Lampe will giue his Louelaies light . Where is the man ? I wisht for him before . See where he stands my Liege at yonder doore . When Vter saw the man , a sudden ioy , And vncompre'nded gladnesse fi●d his hart : With kind embracements met him on the way , And to him gan his secrets to impart . Leaue off , quoth Merlin , I do know your mind , The faire-fac'd Lady Igrene is vnkind . But if your Maiesty will here protest , And sweare as you are lawfull King annointed , To do my will , nothing shall you molest , But follow my directions being appointed . I sweare quoth Vter by the Euangelists , He dyes for me that once thy will resists . Sir , said the Prophet Merline , this I craue , That shall betoken well what ere betide , The first faire sportiue Night that you shall haue , Lying safely nuzled by faire Igrenes side , You shall beget a sonne whose very Name , In after-stealing Time his foes shall tame . That child being borne your Grace must giue to me , For to be nourished at my appointment , That shal redound much to his maiestie , And to your G●aces gracious good intent : That shall be done : ( quoth Merlin ) let 's away ▪ For you shall sleepe with Igrene ere 't be day . And as Ioue stole to faire Al●men●s bed , I● counterfeiting great Amphytrio , By the same lust-directed line being led , To Igrenes louely chamber must you go : You shall be like the Duke her husbands greatnesse , And in his place possesse her Husbands sweetnesse ▪ And you my noble Lord sit Vl●ius , Shall be ●uch like sir Brustias a faire Knight , And I will counterfeit the good Iordanus , And thus wee le passe together in the night , But see you question not , say you are diseased , And hie to bed there shall your heart be pleased . But on the morow do not rise my Liege , Vn●ill I come to councell for the best , For ten miles off you know doth lie the Siege , That will not turne these night-sports to a iest ▪ Pendragon pl●as'd hasted for to embrace , The sweet'st got pray that euer King did chase . Soone as the Duke of Tintagill did perceiue , That Vter left alone his royall armie , He issued from his Castle to bereaue , The souldiers of their liues by pollicie : But see his fortune , by that wily traine , That he had laid for others he was slaine . The subtill-lust directed King went on , Maskt in a strange deuised new found shape , To simple-minded Igrene vnlike Pendragon , And three long houres lay in his louers lap : There he begat the christian King of Kings , Whose fame Caister Swannes in pleasure sings . Assoone as day-betok'ning Phoebus Chariot , Had crost his sisters waggon in the skie , Merlin in haste to Vters chamber got , Bidding good morrow to his Maiestie : And told him vnrecalled Time did stay , To haste him from his pleasure thence away . Vter amaz'd with Igrene in his armes , Wisht that the Prophet had no vse of tongue , Whose dolefull sound breath'd forth these harsh Alarmes , And like the night-Crow craokt a deadly song ▪ Ah what a hell of griefe t' was to depart , And leaue the new-got Treasure of his heart . Then by the lawne-like Hand he tooke his louer , Being warm'd with blood of a dissembling Husband , Desire in her cheekes she could not smother , And her Loue-dazeling eye none could withstand : He kist her twice or thrice and bad adu● , As willing his nights pleasure to renue : But when the late betrayed Lady knew , How that her true betrothed Lord was slaine , Ere that nights reuelling did first ensue , In secret to her selfe she wept amaine : Amaz'd and maruelling who that should be , That rob'd her husband of his treasurie . And to her selfe she gan for to relate , The iniuries of her vnspotted life , And in her mind she liu'd disconsolate , Banning her base-bad Fortune being a wife ; Wishing for euer she had liu'd a maide , Rather then her chast thoughts should be betraid . The noble Councell that attended Vter , Began with grauitie for to deuise , That ( where their King had doted much vpon her ) Her beautie his young thoughts to equalize , To knit them both in Hymens sacred right , And then in lawfull wi●e to ●ast delight . This motion made vnto their Soueraigne , Of a warme lus●●e stomacke youthfull bloud , Thought it a heauen such a Saint to gaine , That would reuiue his spirits , do him good : And gaue consent to haue her honoured , With mariage Rites , the which were soone performed . Halfe a yeare after as the King and Queene , Then growing great with child a bed were lying , The Curtaines drawne vnwilling to be seene : This pollicie the King himselfe deuising : Asking whose child it was that she did beare , Speake gentle Igren● tell me without feare , The Q●eene amazed at this question , Being fully wrapt in pale timiditie , Knew not to answer this sad action , Because she fully knew her innocencie : He vrg'd her still , at length she waxed bold , And stoutly to the King the truth she told . With that he kist his Queene that was beguil'd , And did recomfort her being halfe forlorne , Telling t' was he that did beget the child , The child that from her faire wombe should be borne : With that a sudden ioy did repossesse Her pensiue hart , whome Fortune late did blesse . Then Merlin ( that did alwaies loue the King , As bearing chiefe affiance to his countrey ) Sought to prouide for the childs nourishing , Therein to shew his well disposed dutie . As thou decreest said Vter , must it be , My deare Sonnes fortunes I le commit to thee . Well said the Prophet , I do know a Lord , A faithfull passing tru● disposed man , That to your Graces pleasure will accord , And in your seruice do the best he can : Commit your child vnto his custodie , A man renoun'd in famous Britany . His name Sir Hector : send a Messenger , To will him come vnto the Court with speede , And that your Mai●sti● must needes conferre , Of matters helpefull in a Princes neede . When he is come your Grace may certifie , You 'le put your sonne & heire to his deliuerie . And when that Fortunes child kind Fortunes heire , ( For so the Destinies prognostica●e ) Sh●ll be brought foorth into the open aire , That of faire Igrene lately was be gate : At yonder p●iuie Posterne being vnchristened , You must deliuer it me to be baptized . As Merlin had deuised , so t' was done : For all the Court to him did yeeld ob●ysance : And now Sir Hector to the King is come , And to Pendragon made his deare affiance , Wishing his Wife might nourish that bright sonne , Whose Mornings glorie was not yet begunne . Then when the louely Queene was soone deliuered , Of that rich bearing Burthen to her ioy , The King himselfe in person hath commaunded , Two Ladies and two Knights to beare the boy ▪ Bound vp in cloth of gold being rich of State , And giue it to the pooreman at the gate , So Merlin had the Prince at his disposing , Committing it to Hectors faithfull wife : Now nothing wanted but the sweete baptizing . To grace the Prince of Princes all his life : A holy reuerent Man ind●'de with fame , Arthur of Britaine cald the Princes name . After the royall Solemnation , Of that blacke mournfull weping funerall , Of Vter that we name the great Pendragon , By subtill practise brought vnto his fall : The sixteenth yeare of his victorious raigne , By poison was this braue Pendragon slaine . His body vnto Stone-heng being brought , Hard by his brother Aur●lius is he laid , In a faire Monument then richly wrought , Dead is the King whose life his foes dismaid , But from his loyues he left a sonne behind , The right Idea of his fathers mind . Great Arthur whom we call the Britaines King , A man renown'd for famous victories , Saxons and Pictes to homage he did bring , As you may read in auncient histories : Our later Chronicles do testifie , King Arthurs noble mind in Chiualrie . Twelue noble battels did King Arthur fight , Against the Saxons men of hardie strength , And in the battels put them still to flight , Bringing them in subiection at the length : He neuer stroue to driue them quit● away ▪ But stragling here and there he let them ●tay ▪ In Southry , Kent , and Norfolke did they dwell , Still owing homage to king Arthures greatnesse , Whose puissance their pride did alwaies quell , Yet did he temper rigour with his meeknesse : And like a Lion scorn'd to touch the Lambe , Where they submissiue-like vnto him came , Against the Pictes he held continuall warre , The which vnto the Saxons were allide , And with the subtill Scot did alwaies iarre , Who neuer true to Arthur would abide : But ( sco●ning his ad●ancement to the Crowne ) Did thinke by force to pull his greatnesse downe . The chiefest cause of this hot mortall strife , That mou'd these Kings to be dissentious , Was that the King of Pictes had tane to wife The ●ldest sister of Aureliu● , And Cornon king of Scots had married The youngest sister to his Princely bed ▪ Wherefore they thought the Brytish Regiment , Should haue descended to the lawfull heires Of Anna , wife to both in gouernment , Aud he as King to rule their great affaires : And do infer●e king Arthures barstardie , And vniust claime to that high dignitie . And presently they do dispatch i● hast , Ambassadours to famous Brytanie , Of their great Peeres for to demaund at last , The kingdomes Crowne and kingdomes Royaltie : Who scorning for to heare a stranger nam'd , Crowned king Arthur , whom the world hath fam'd . The Coronation of King Arthur , and the Solemnitie thereof : the proud message of the Romanes , and the whole resolution of King Arthur and his Nobles . THe appointed time and great Solemnitie , Approched of king Arthurs Coronation , To which high states of mightie Dignitie , Assembled at the Citie of Caerlean , In Caesars time cal'd Vrbs Legionum : A Title d●ubtlesse b●●ring some import , Where many famous Brytaines did resort . To grace king Arthur whom the Britaines loued ▪ Came th●ee Arch bishops Englands chiefe renowne , Both London , Yorke ▪ and Dubright H●nor moued , On Arthurs head to set the British Crowne , That after puld the pride of Nations downe : Vnto the Pallace of this 〈◊〉 King ▪ They were conuay'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 born Fame did spring . Dubright ( because the Court at that time lay Within the co●pas●e of hi● 〈◊〉 ) In his owne p●●son o● thi● Ro●all day , Richly to fur●ish him he did 〈◊〉 , His loue vnto his King he did expresse , And at his hands the King was dignified , When Aue Caesar lowd the people cride . This happie Coronation being e●ded , The King was brought in sumptuous royaltie , With all the peoples harts being befriended , To the Cathedrall church of that ●●me See , Being the Metropoliticall in nobilitie , With lowd exclai●ing ioy of peoples voyce , That God might blesse their Land for such a choice ▪ On either hand did two Archbishops ride , Supporting Arthur of Brita●ia , And soure Kings before him did abide , Angisell King of stout Albania , And Cadual King of Venedoci● , Cador of Cornewaile mongst these Princes past ▪ And Sater of Demetia was the last . These ●oure attired in ●ich ornaments , Foure golden Sword● before the King did beare , Betokening foure royall Gouernments , And foure true Noble harts not dreading feare , That Enuie from their 〈◊〉 can neuer teare : Before them play 〈…〉 - tun'd melodie , That birds did sing to make it heauenly . King Arthurs Queene vnto the Church was brought ▪ With many noble Peer●● being conducted : Her Armes and Titles royally were wrought , And to her noble Fame were ga●nished ▪ That In●amie had neare diminished : Foure Queenes before her bore foure siluer Doues , Expressing their true Faith and husbands Loues . To braue King Arthur on this solem●e feast , This day of high vnspeakeable dignitie , Came foure graue discreet persons of the best , From Romes Lieutenant , proud in Maiestie , Carying in token of their Embassage , Greene Oliue boughs , and their deare Lieges message ▪ The Epistle of Lucius Tiberius the Romane Lieutenant , to Arthur King of Britanie . LVcius Tiberius , Romes great gouernour , To Arthur King of large Britania ▪ As he deserueth fauour a● our hands : Rome and the Romane Senators do wonder ▪ And I my selfe exceedingly do muse , To thinke of thy audacious haughtie mind , And thy tyrannicall dealing to our State : Hote firie Anger boyleth in my breast , And I am mou'd with honour of the cause , For to reuenge thy Iniuries to Rome : And that like one or'proud of his estate , Refusest to acknowledge her thy head , Neither regardest speedily to redresse , Thy base and blind obliuious ouersight , And uniust dealing to offend the Senate ▪ Vnto whose high imperiall Dignitie , V●lesse Forgetfulnesse do bleare thine eyes , Thou knowst the whole huge Circle of the world , Are made Contributorie and owe vs homage . The tribute that the Britaines ought to pay , The which the Senate did demaund of thee , Being due vnto the Romaine Emperie : For that braue Iulius Caesar had enioy'd , And many worthy Romanes many yeares , Thou in contempt of vs and our Estate , Our honorable Estate and dignitie , Presum'st iniuriously for to detaine : The consines of wel-seated Gallia , The Prouinces of Sauoy and Daulphine , With hot-stam'd fierie warre hast thou subdude , And gotten in thy large possession ; The Ilands of the bordring Ocean , The Kings whereof so long as we enioy'd them , Payd tribute to our Noble auncestors . The Senate highly mou'd with thy presumption , Determine for to redemaund amends , And restitution for thy open wrongs : I therefore from the noble S●natours , Commaund thee on thy true Allegiance , To Rome , to them , to me , and our Estate , That in the midst of August next ensuing , Thou do repaire to Rome , there for to answer , Before the worthie Senate and the Lords Thy Trespasse ; and abide arbitr●ment , Such as by them shall there be ordred , And iustic● shall impose vpon thy head : Which thing if thou presumptuously refuse , I will forthwith inuade thy Territories , Wast thy whole Countrey , burne thy Townes and Cities ; And what so ere thy rashnesse hath detain'd , From Rome or from the Romaine Emperie , I will by dint of sword subdue againe . Thus arm'd with hopefull Resolution , Wee le stay thy answer of submission . Lu. Tib. Cador the Duke of Cornewaile his Oration to the King. REnowmed Arthur and thrice-worthie Britaine : O how a liuely bloud doth fill my veines , At this proud message of the hawtie Romaines , I hitherto my Lord haue bene in feare , Lest that the worthy Britaines with much ease , And long continuall , peace and quietnesse , Should grow to too much slouth and cowardize , And lose that honorable Reputation , Of Chiualrie and Martiall discipline : Wherein ( right Noble King ) we haue bene counted , For to surmount all Nations of the world . For where the vse of Armes is not esteem'd , But buried in Obliuions loathsome caue , And want on dallying held in aestimate , It cannot chuse but pale-fac'd Cowardize , Must dimme and cleane deface all worthy Vertue ▪ Fiue yeares haue fully runne their monthly course , Sin●e 〈◊〉 pu● off our a●●our from our backes , Or heard the Trumpets clang or in our eares , Or marc●t in triumph with the ratling Drum , Being ●uzzeled in ess●m●nate delights , G●d wil●ing that our names should not be blotted , ●ith the ●oule staine of beastly sluggardi● , H●th stirred vp the proud insulting Romanes , To wh●t our dull edg'd swords not now in vse , To ●ut their heads off in this rightfull cause , And scoure our rustie Armour long laid vp , To buckle with so proud an enemie , Therefore great Arthur in thy greatnesse raise Thy colours vp , for to vpreare thy praise . Ca. Cor. The Oration of King Arthur to his Lordes and Followers . MY Fellowes and my deare Companions , ●●th in the aduerse chances of our age , And prosperous successefull happinesse , Whose true vnspeakable fidelities , In giuing counsell touching warres abroad , And home-bred mutinies amongst our selues , With good successefulnesse haue I perceau'd , In your deepe wisedomes and your g●●●itie . Affoord me now your honorable 〈◊〉 , Wisely foreseeing what you thinke conuenient , Touching the proud command'ment sent from Rome , A thing at first carefully deliberated , Is in the end most easily tollerated : We therefore shall with easier burden brooke , The hawtie message of Tiberius Lucius , If mongst our selues in wisedome we conferre , How and which way to answer his demaund , And surely ( noble Followers ) I suppose , We haue no cause to feare their forreine braues , For that vpon a most vniust request , He seekes to haue a tribute paid from Britaine , Because forsooth in Iulius Caesars time , Through iarres and discords of the ancient Brytaine , The tribute hath beene due and payable : For when our countrie was at full possest , With ciuill garboiles and domesticke brawles , Their Caesar did ariue wihin this land , And with this armed souldiers full of force , Brought in subiection that vnquiet Nation , By this alleadgance they vniustly craue , Tribute and satisfaction at our hands , For nothing that is got by violence , May iustly be possest by violence . Sith therefore he presumeth to demaund , A thing being most vnlawfull at our hands , By the same reason let vs demaund of him , Tribute at Rome mauger their Romish power , And he that is the mightier in force , Let him possesse the honor of the tribute , For if his allegations and demaunds , Be forcible and worthie to be kept , Because their Caesar and some Romane Princes , Haue sometimes conquered Brytania , By the like reason I do thinke that Rome , Ought to pay tribute and to do vs homage , Because my Predecessors conquered it : Bellin the noble King of Brytanie , With his braue brother Brennus warlike ayde , Being then accounted Sauoies noble Duke , Razed the wals of Rome , and set his Standard With victorie vpon the Citie gates , And in the middle of their Market place , Hung vp twentie of their chiefest Noblemen . And Constantine the sonne of Helena , And Maximinianus my neere Cou●ins , W●re both inthroniz'din the Imperiall seate , And gouernment of Romes great Emperie ▪ As touching Fraunce and other Ilands there , We neede not answer their out-brauing termes : For they refused to defend their owne , When we by force redeem'd them from their hands . Then counsell me thrise-worthy Brytaine Peeres , Abandoning base cowardize and feares . K. Arthur . The Answer of Howell King of litle Brytaine . THough all your wisedomes and your grauities , Handmaides to Counsell and Nobilitie , Should be engraued in one golden leafe , More to the purpose could not you inferre , Then thy most graue and exquisite Oration , They eloquent and Tully-like aduise Hath furnisht vs with such experiment , Whereby we ought incessantly to praise , In you the wisedome of a constant man : For if with all post expedition , You will prepare a voyage vnto Rome , That doh expect our haste and royall comming ▪ According to the reasons you alleage , I doubt not but that faire Victoria , Will sit in triumph on our conquering Helmes , To fright the mindes of Romish aduersaries , Sith we defend our auncient libertie , Disdaining for to beare a seruile yoke , Which to this day the Britaines do maintaine : Let vs go chearefully and demaund of them , With Iustice what vniustly they demaund : For he that doth deface anothers right , And thinkes vniustly for to dispossesse , And take from him his owne inheritance Deseruedly , and with a worthy meanes , Not violating large and hostile Armes , May he be put from that which is his owne , By him to whom the wrong is offred . Seeing therefore that the Romanes would vsurpe , The royall dignitie of worthy Britaine , Due to your honorable auncestors , I doubt not ( noble King ) but wee le regaine , That which your Predecessors haue possest , Euen in the middle of their proudest Citie , If we may come to buckle with our foes . This is the conflict that true hearted Britaines , So long haue wisht to happen to our age . These be the prophesies of wise Sibilla , Long time agoe , plainly and truly told , And now at length fulfilled to our ioy , That of the third race of the worthie Britaines ▪ There should be borne a Prince to repossesse , The Romish Empire and their Dignitie : For two of these the prophesie is past , In Belin and that worthie Constantine , Who ouercame , and gaue the Armes of Rome : Now haue we none but you my gracious Liege ▪ The third and last , not least in all our eyes , To whom this high Exploit is promised : Make haste therefore most royall Soueraigne , For to receiue that which our God will giue , Hasten for to subdue their willing minds , Which profer vp their honor to your hands , Hasten deare Liege for to aduance vs all , That willingly will spend our liues and lands , For the aduancement of our libertie . And to a●chieue this Labour worthie King , Ten thousand armed souldiers will I bring . Ho. K. of Brit. Angusel King of Albania his Answere to the King. SInce first I heard my Soueraigne speake his mind , Ful fraught with Eloquēce and learned Counsel , A sodaine ioy did so possesse my soule , As that in words I cannot vtter forth The explanation of my willing thoughts : In all our Victories and Conquests wonne , Subduing many Regions , many Kings , Nothing at all in honour haue we gain'd , If that we suffer the proud-minded Romanes , And hautie Germaines to vsurpe vpon vs , And do not now reuenge those bloudie s●●ughtert ▪ Enacted on our friends and countrymen . And sith Occasion now is profered , And Libertie to trie our force of Armes , I do reioyce to see this happie day , Wherein we may but meet and ioyne with them : I thrist my Lord in heart for sweet reuenge , As if three dayes I had beene kept from drink● ▪ The wounds I should receiue vpon that day , Would be as pleasant to my labouring soule , As Water to a thirstie Traueller , Or else Releasement to a man condemn'd , Nay Death it selfe were welcome to my bosome , For to reuenge our Fathers iniuries , Defend our libertie , aduance our King : Let vs giue onset on that meacocke Nation ▪ Those fond effeminate vnruly people , And fight it out vnto the latest man ; That after we haue spread our wauing Colours , In signe of Triumph and of Victorie , We may enioy the Honors they possesse , And for my part renowned valiant King , Two thousand armed horsemen will I bring . An. K. A●b . A Royall armie Arthur hath prouided , To beard the brauing Romanes in their Countrie , And like a Martialist hath them diuided , To buckle with so proud an Enemie : And Courage ioyn'd with Resolution ▪ Doth pricke them forwards ●o this Action . The Britains hawtie and resolued men , Stout , valiant , of Bellonas warlike brood , Chear'd on their Followers , and began agen For to reuiue their new decayed blood : And to redeeme to Arthur and his Line ▪ What once was wonne by valiant Constantine . Now sounds his Drumme a march in chearfull sort , Now his loud winded Trumpets checke the aire , And now the Britaines to him do resort , Not fearing warres affliction or despaire : But all with one voyce promise victorie To Arthur King of famous Britainy . His Colours they are wauing in the wind , Wherein is wrought his Armes of ancestrie , His Pendants are in formall wise assign'd , Q●artred at large by well read Heraldrie : Cuffing the ayre that struggles for to kisse , The gaudinesse of faire King Arthurs blisse . Within his spreading Ensigne first he bore , Allotted from his royall familie ▪ Three flying Dragons and three Crownes he wore , Portraid de Or , the field of Azure die , His fathers Coate , his Mothers Countries grace , His honors Badge , his cruell foes deface ▪ At last vnto himselfe he hath assumpted , And tooke to Armes proper to his desire , As in his faithfull mind being best accounted , And fitting to those thoughts he did require : A crosse of Siluer in a field of Vert , A gracious Embleame to his great desert . On the first quart●r of this field was figured ▪ The image of our Ladie with her Sonne Held in her armes ; this he desired , Wherein his new-growne valour was begonne : And bearing this same Figure forth right nobly , Did maruellous Actes and feates of Chiualrie ▪ This Signe in elder ages being odious , And hated of the bad deseruing mind , By his deare blood is made most pretious , Our vnpure Sinne by him being full refind : A great triumphant Signe , a Signe of ioy , A blessed Crosse to free vs from annoy . To this the righteous man bowes downe his head , And this the heauenly Angels do ●dore , By this our vnpure soules with life is fed , And Diuels fearing this do much d●plore : Hereon he vanquisht Sathan , Hell , and Sinne , And by this Signe our new-life we begin . Wise , learned Historiographers do write , That this pure Signe of the most holy Crosse Was sent from God , to Mercuries delight , Iulian the Apost●ta's onely losse , And that an Angell brought to Mercurie ▪ All Armour for his backe most necessarie . A Shield of Azure herein coloured , A flowrie Crosse betweene two golden Roses , That the prowd Iewes minds much distempred , Whose vertue in it selfe true Time encloses A rich wrought Shield and a most heauenly Armour ▪ That to the proud Foe strucke a deadly terrour . And in the time of Charles the seuenth french King , The Sunne giuing glorie to the dim-fac'd Morne , When early rising Birds alowd did sing , And faire cleare clouds the Element did adorne , To Englishmen and French from heauen was sent A milke-white Crosse within the Firmament . Which heauenly Signe of both these nations seene , The haughtie French mou'd with rebellion Against their lawfull King and true-borne Queene , Began to yeeld their true submission , And tooke it as a great admonishment , And Sigue betok'ning bitter detriment . Thus we may see , that the Religion Which they conceiued of this blessed sight ▪ Altred their minds to veneration ▪ And mollified their harts then full of spight , Yeelding vnto their Prince obedience , And true submission for their great offence . This sight of honor , to the French Kings fame They did behold , a spectacle to Fraunce , At the same time when the third Edward came , And in the land his colours did aduaunce , Sending to Clodoueus then their King , Which there became a Christian by Baptizing . Haec sunt Francorum celebranda insignia Regum , Quae demissa polo , sustinet almafides Et nobis coelica dona : Et pia Francorum placeant insignia Regum , Aurea coelesti primum suffulta colore Lilia , Caesarijs olim iam credita ceruis Auri flammadehinc , veterum victoria Regum . And euer since great Clodoueus raigne , They did remaine as Ensignes to that Nation , Where still before three Toades they did sustaine , Their onely pourtraiture of commendation , By honor to the English Kings pertaining , That conquer'd Fraunce , when all their pride was waining . His barbed Horses beat the yeelding ground , And with their neighing terrifide their foe , Prowd of their riders , in whose harts are found A promise to the Romanes ouerthrow . The glistering shine of their well-fashion'd armour , Tels all men here doth ride a Conquerour . Their Armour strongly made and firmely wrought , Not to the vse of old decayed Time , Who with their guilded shewes are good for nought , But like to stonie wals not made with lime , The Brytaines went not proudly armoured , But strong , as scorning to be conquered . In Calis he his colours doth aduance , Who all for feare do entertaine this Prince , And passeth through the regiment of France , And doth with puissance the French conuince : Still marching vp to Paris and to Roane , Bringing that Countrie in subiection . And hauing got his Title and his Name , A Title got with famous victorie , He marcheth forward to enlarge his Fame , Leauing faire France in his authoritie , By sword and clemencie he conquer'd Island , And wonne by famous warre the land of Gothland . Now more and more his armie doth increase , And mightie Kings do offer him their aide , So in the country they might liue in peace , His warlike followers so their minds dismaid ▪ The name of Arthur King of Britanie , Hath fear'd the Romish force from Italy . At last he comes to meete his enemie , High-harted Lucius that his letters sent , To great Carleon with such Maiestie , That stiff●ly did demaund a base intent : But now he wisht King Arthur were away , For feare he lost the Honor of the day . The Britaines valour was so admirable , As when a Lion meeteth with his Pray ; King Arthurs courage so inestimable , That nere a Romaine durst his strength assay : But like the dust with wind did take their flight , Yeelding by Warre what they demaund by Might . Here lay a heape of Romans slaughtered , Trode vnder foote by proud victorious Steedes , And here one Friend another murthered , Not able for to helpe him in his neede : Here bruised Souldiers that alowd did cry , Braue Arthur helpe vs in our miserie . And after he had wonne so great a Field , And ouerthrew the Romaine Lucius , He pardon'd those that graciously would yeeld , And leaue their Leader proud Tiberius : Who left his men for feare , and would not fight , But hid himselfe in darknesse of the Night . This base retraite and glorious Victorie , To Arthurs honours and Tiberius shame , Was spred through Rome , through France , through Italy , An extollation to the Bry●ish name : Who forraged about , yet all did flie , Till Arthur tooke them to his pitying mercie ▪ Forward towards Rome these Britaines make their way , Sounding Defiance as they passe along , Their conquering Ensignes still they do display , In Armes and hautie courage passing strong : All Cities offer peace , all Townes submit To Arthurs greatnesse , as a thing most fit . But as they passe huge Mirmedons do striue , Surnamed Giants , for to stop this King ▪ And vow by Paganisme ( by which they thriue , ) His bodie in Oceanus to fling : And daunt his followers , who as Fame hath said , Of great bigge monstrous men were not afraid . At last they march vpon a large broade plaine , When first these hautie Giants he doth spie , The Britaines scorne for to retire againe , But either winne the honor , or else die : Courage quoth Arthur , better die with fame , Then yeeld or turne to our immortall shame . At length they meete , and meeting cope together , As when two sauage Boares are full of i●e , The Victorie as yet inclin'd to neither , But from their Creasts and Shields did sparckle fire : Inkindled Wrath from Arthurs breast hath sprong , That he made passage through the thickest throng . The King of Giants Arthur meetes withall , And copes with him : for in his strength did stand His Kingdomes great aduancement , or his fall , His Subiects peace , his quietnesse of land : But this renowne to Britaine doth remaine , The Giant , Arthur hand to hand hath slaine . When he was downe the rest did faint for feare , Which when the British armie had espied , Their true-borne valour did they not forbeare , But all the greene grasse with their bloud they died : And made such slaughter of these monstrous men , That after-time hath registred agen . After this Conquest is King Arthur minded , With all his royall power to march to Rome ▪ And with his Lords he hath determined , This gallant Resolution , and this Doome : To crowne himselfe by warre their Emperour , And ouer all a mightie Gouernour . And had not Fortune and Rebellion , Stir'd vp his Cousin Mordreds hautie mind , At home to make ciuill inuasion , Who sought King Arthurs glory for to blind , With honour had he re-inkindled fire , To burne the wals of Rome to his desire . But O false Mordred , thou deceitfull Kinsman , ( Begot of Treasons heyre ) thus to rebell , Against thy noble Nephew , who hath wonne Cities and peopled Townes that did excell : And all he did was for to glorifie His Royall kindred and his Noble countrey . But thou some base-borne Haggard mak'st a wing , Against the Princely Eagle in his flight , And like a hissing Serpent seek'st to sting The Lion that did shield thee from despight : But now being wakened by his Countries wrong , With warre he meanes to visite you ere long . The newes of this proud Rebell in his Land , Was like deepe piercing arrowes at his hart , Intemperate Rage did make them vnderstand King Arthurs furie , and fond Mordreds smart , Who vow'd reuengement most vnnaturall , On him that sought to bring his friends to thrall ▪ He sounds Retrait● with heart-swolne heauinesse , That he must leaue faire Rome vnconquered , And marcheth through the Land in quietnesse , To be reueng'd on the Vsurper Mordred : At this sweet newes of his departing thence ▪ The Romaines praise the Rebels excellence . King Arthur heard at his returne towards Brytaine , How Mordred had proclaim'd himselfe there King , Those that resisted , he by force hath slaine , Vnto their Countries ground a gentle offring , And to the Saxon Cheldricke is allide , Who landing to their lawfull King denide . By force they ●riue King Arthur from the shore , And like rebellious Monsters kill his men , Which when he viewes , he striueth more and more , And his great p●issant strength renewes againe , And maugre all the power they withstand , At Sandwich Noble Arthur taketh Land : And ioyning battell with his enem●es , The traytrous Rebels are discomfited , And Mordred all in hast away he flies , By treasons bloudie Traine & murther led , To gather Power to renew the fight , Vrg'd forward by the Saxon Cheldricks spight The Noble Arthur in this conflict lost Some of his followers whom he lou'd too deare ; The death of gentle Gawen grieu'd him most , As by his outward sorrow did appeare : This Gawen was proud Mordreds lawfull brothe● , Legitimate by father and by mother . O mirrour of true borne gentiliti● , Faire mappe of Honor in his gentle blood , That rather chose to loue his noble coun●rie , And seeke the meanes to do his life Liege good , Then to defend his kindred by that warre , That made the Sonne and most kind Father iarre . Kind Gawen , trustie worthie Gentleman , Belou'd of Arthur , as deseruedly ▪ Recording Time thy faithfulnesse shall scan , And loyall Truth wrapt vp in memorie : Shall say in thy Kings quarrell being iust , At last thou di●dst , not in thy Brothers trust . Thy gentle King prepa●d thy Funeral , And laid thy bodie in a S●pulchre , Inthine owne country richly done and royall , At Rosse whose auncestrie shall still endure : And like a Nephew , mourn'd and wept for thee , Grieuing to loose Brytish Nobilitie . But to proceede in this vnluckie fight , King Angusel was slaine whom Arthur loued , A man in whom his countrie tooke delight , That ne're with home-bred Treacherie was moued , In false-faith'd Scotland was his bones interd , To which before King Arthur him pre●erd , That vniust Mordred ▪ Mischiefes nourisher , Times ●ad infamer , Traitor to the State ▪ Of his whole Countrie bounds the chiefe perturber ▪ Whose name to this day mong●t them growes in hate , Fled from the battell ▪ getting ships he saild Westward towards Cornwail , whē his force was quaild . But when King Arthur heard of his departure , Causing the refuse Rebels for to flie , To make the way of his defence more sure , With speed he re-inforst his royall armie , With new supplie of hardie men at Armes , Whose Resolution fear'd no following harmes . With his whole force he marcheth after him , Where all the Kentish men reioyce to see King Arthurs Colours , whose rich pride doth dim The faire-fac'd Sunne in all his Maiestie : Not resting till he came vnto the place , Where Mordred was incamped for a space . By Winchester a Citie of renowne , The Traitorous armie of this Mordred lay , On whose proud gather'd troupe the Sunne did frowne , Fore-shewing to his men a blacke-fac't day ▪ And so it prou'd before the selfe-same night ; Mordred and his best friends were slaine in fight . At Camblane was this bloudie battell ended , Where fame-a●thieuing Arthur sore was wounded , With gallant Britaine Lords being attended , Whose sword ( cald Pridwin ) manie had confounded ▪ Yet Fortunes vnseene immortalitie ▪ Sometime cuts downe sprigs of a Monarchie . At this dayes dolefull stroke of Arthurs death , The glorious shining Sunne lookt pale and wanne , And when this Monarch losed forth his breath , The Britaines being amaz'd about him ranne : And with their nailes did teare their flesh asunder ▪ That they had lost their King the worlds great Wonder . Ouer this litle Iland he had raigned , The full iust terme of sixe and twentie yeares , When twelue most famous battles he obtained , As in our auncient Chronicles appeares , And in the Church-yard of faire Glastenburie ▪ They held King Arthurs wofull obsequie . And in the time of second Henries dayes , Betweene two pillars was his body found , That in his life deseru's immortall praise , Layd sixteene foote deepe vnderneath the ground ; Because his Saxon foes whom he did chase , Should not with swords his liuelesse corps deface . In the last yeare of Henries royaltie , More then sixe hundred after his buriall , By the Abbot of the house of Glastenburie , At last they found King Arthurs funerall ▪ Henry de Bloys the Abbots name they gaue , Who by the Kings commaund did find the graue . The principall and chiefe occasion That moou'd King Henry for to seeke the place , Was that a Bardth in Welsh diuision , Recorded Arthurs actes vnto his Grace : And in the foresaid Church-yard he did sing , That they should find the body of the King. And those that dig'd to find his bodie there , After they enterd seuen foote deepe in ground , A mightie broade stone to them did appeare , With a great leaden Crosse thereto bound , And downwards towards the corpes the Crosse did lie , Containing this inscripted poesie . Hic iacet sepultus inclytus Rex , Arthurus in Insula Aualoniae . His bodie whose great actes the world recorded , When vitall limitation gaue him life , And Fames shrill golden Trump abroad had sounded , What Warres he ended , what Debate , what Strife , What Honor to his countrey , what great Loue , Amongst his faithfull subiects he did proue . Was not interd in sumptuous royaltie , With funerall pompe of kindred and of friends , Nor closde in marble stone wrought curiously , Nor none in mourning blacke his King attends , But in a hollow tree made for the ●once , They do enter King Arthurs princely bones . Their outward habite did not shew their mind , For many millions of sad weeping eies , In euery streete and corner you might find , Some beating their bare breast , and some with outcries , Cursing and Banning that proud Mordreds soule , That did by warre his princely life controule . The Kings that were attendant on his traine , Forgot their kingdomes , and their royall crownes , Their high proud hautie hearts with griefe were slaine , Strucke in amaze with Fortunes deadly frownes : For they had lost their Scepter , Seate , and all , By princely Arthurs most vnhappie fall . The trunke being opened , at the last they found The bones of Arthur King of Brytanie , Whose shin-bone being set vpon the ground , ( As may appeare by auncient Memorie ) Reacht to the middle thigh within a spanne , Of a tall proper well set bigge lim'd Man. And furthermore they found King Arthurs skull , Of such great largenesse that betwixt his eyes , His foreheads space a spanne broad was at full , That no true Historiographer denies : The forenam'd Abbot liuing in those daies , Saw what is written now to Arthurs praise . The print of tenne wounds in his head appeared , All growne together except onely one , Of which it seemes this worthie Brytaine died : A true Memoriall to his louing Nation ; But that was greater far then all the rest , Had it bene lesser Brytaine had bene blest . In opening of the Tombe they found his wife , Queene Guiniuere interred with the King , The Tresses of her haire as in her life , Were finely platted whole and glistering : The colour like the most pure refin'd gold , Which being toucht straight turned into mould , Henry de Bloyes at the length translated The bones of Arthur and his louely Queene , Into the great Church where they were interred , Within a Marble toombe , as oft was seene : Of whom a worthie Poet doth rehearse , This Epitaph in sweete Heroicke Verse . Hic iacet Arthurus flos regum , gloria regni , Quem mores , probit as commendant laude perenni . Iohannis Leylandij antiquarij E●comion funerale , in vitam , facta , mortemque Regis Arthuri inclitissi●i . SAxonicas toties qui fudit marte cruento Turmas , & peperit spolijs sibi nomen opimis , Fulmineo toties Pictos qui contudit ense , Im●osuitque iugum Scoti ceruicibus ingens , Qui tumidos Gallos , Germanos quique feroces Pertulit , & Dacos bello confregit aperto : Denique Mordredum è medio qui sustulit illud Monstrum , horrendum ingens , dirum seuumque tyrannum , Hoc iacet extinctus monumento Arthurius alto , Militiae clarum decus , & virtutis alumnus , Gloria nunc cuius terram circumuolat omnem , Aetherijque petit , sublimia tecta tonantis . Vosigitur gentis Proles generosa Britannae Induperatoriter magno assurgite vosiro : Et tumulo s●cro Roseas inferte Corollas , Officij testes redolentia muncra vestri , Thus Englished . He that so oft the Saxon Troupes did foile , And got a name of worth with richest spoile : He that with brandisht sword the Picts destroyed , And yok'd the Scots , their stubborn necks annoyd : He that the loftie French and Germaines fierce did 〈◊〉 , And Dacians force with Warre did vanquish quite : He lastly which cut off that monster Mordreds life , A cruell Tyrant , horrible , mightie , full of strife : Arthur lyes buried in this Monument , Warres chiefest garland , Vertues sole intent ; Whose Glorie through the world stil swiftly flies , And mounts with Fames wings vp to the thundring skies . You gentle Off spring of the Britaines blood , Vnto this puissant Emperour do honours good ▪ And on his Tombe lay Garlands of sweete Roses , Sweete gifts of Dutie , and sweete louing posies . Finis Epitaphij . No. Arth. The true Pedigree of that famous VVorthie King Arthur , collected out of many learned Authors . TWelue men in number entred the vale of Aualon : Ioseph of Arimathea was the chiefest we confesse , Iosué the sonne of Ioseph his father did attend on , With other ten , these Glaston did possesse , Hilarius the Nephew of Ioseph first begate Iosue the Wise : Iosue Aminadab , Aminadab Castellors had by fate : Castellors got Manael that louely Lad , And Manael by his wife had faire-fac'd Lambard ▪ With another deare sonne surnamed Vrlard ; And Lambard at the length begot a sonne , That had I●rene bo●ne of his wife , Of this Igrene , Vter the great P●ndragon Begot King Arthur famous in his life ▪ Where by the truth this Pedigree d●th end , Arthur from Iosephs loynes did first descend . Peter Cousin to Ioseph of Arimathea , Being sometimes King of great Arcadia , Begat Erlan that famous worthy Prince , And Erlan gat Melianus , that did conuince His neighbour foes , Melianus , did beget Edor , and Edor Lothos name did set , That tooke to wife the sister of King Arthur ▪ A Virgine faire , chaste , louely , and most pure , Of whom this Lotho had foure louely boyes , Their fath●rs comfort and their mothers ioyes ▪ Walwanus , Agranaius , Garelus and Guerelise , That in their countrey much did soueragnize : All which were men of great authoritie ▪ And famous in the land of Britaine . Here endeth the Birth , Life , Death , and Pedigree of King Arthur of Britanie , & now , to where we left . Phoenix . O Nature tell me one thing ere we part , What famous towne and situated Seate , Is that huge Building that is made by Art , Against whose wals the crystall streames do beate , As if the flowing tide the stones would eate : That lies vpon my left hand built so hie , That the huge top-made Steeple dares the Skie ? Nature . That is the Britaines towne old Troynouant , The which the wandring - Troyans Sonne did frame , When after ship wracke he a place did want , For to reuiue his Honor-splitted Name , And raisd againe the cinders of his Fame , When from Sydonian Dido they did steale , To reare the Pillars of a Common-weale . Since when to come more nearer to our time , Lud the great King did with his wealth enlarge , The famous builded Citie of this Clime , And Ludstone to be cald he gaue in charge , And London now that Towne is growne at large : The flowing Riuer Thamasis is nam'd , Whose Sea-ensuing Tide can neare be tam'd . Phoenix . O London I haue heard thee honoured , And thy names Glorie rais'd to good intent , Lawes Councell chamber in thy wals is bred , The school● of Knowledge and Experiment : Wise Senators to gouerne thee is lent . All things to beautifie a Royall Throne , Where Scarsitie and Dea●th did neuer grone ▪ Nature . Leaue off thy Praises till we haue more leasure , And to beguile the wearie lingring Day , Whose long-drawne Howers do tire vs out of measure : Our cunning in Loue-songs let vs assay , And paint our Pleasure as some good Array ▪ I will beginne my cunning for to tast ▪ And your Experience we will try at last . Here Nature singeth to this dittie following . WHat is Loue but a toy To beguile mens Senses ? What is Cupid but a boy , Boy to cause expences , A toy that brings to fooles oppressed thrall , A boy whose folly makes a number fall . What is Loue but a child , Child of little substance , Making Apes to be wild , And their pride to aduance , A child that loues with guegawes to be toying , And with thinne shadowes alwaies to be playing . Loue is sweete , wherein sweete ? In fading pleasures , wanton toyes , Loue a Lord , and yet meete , To crosse mens humours with annoyes : A bitter pleasure , pleasing for a while , A Lord is Loue that doth mans thoughts beguile . O sing no more , you do forget your Theame , And haue prophan'd the sacred name of Loue , You dip your tongue in an vnwholsome Streame , And from the golden Truth your notes remoue , In my harsh Dittie I will all reproue : And vnaccustom'd I will trie my skill , To pleasure you , and to confute your will ▪ The Phoenix her Song to the Dittie before . O Holy Loue , religious Saint , Mans onely hony-tasting Pleasure , Thy glory , learning cannot paint , For thou art all our wordly Treasure ▪ Thou art the Treasure , Treasure of the soule , That great celestiall powers dost controule ▪ What greater blisse then to embrace The perfect patterne of Delight , Whose heart-enchaunting Eye doth chase A●l stormes of sorow from mans sight : Pleasure , Delight , Wealth , and earth-ioyes do lye In Venus bosome , bosome of pure beautie . That mind that tasteth perfect Loue , Is farre remoted from annoy : Cupid that God doth sit aboue , That tips his Arrowes all with ioy : And this makes Poets in their Verse to sing Loue is a holy , holy , holy thing . Nature . O voice Angelicall , O heauenly song , The golden praise of Loue that thou hast made , Deliuerd from thy sweete smoothd honied tong , Commaunds Loue selfe to lye within a shade , And yeeld thee all the Pleasures may be had : Thy sweete melodious voice hath beautifide And guilded Loues rich amours in her pride . Phoenix . Enough , enough , Loue is a holy thing , A power deuine , deuine , maiesticall : In shallow witted braines as you did sing , It cares not for the force materiall , And low-borne Swaines it nought respects at all : She builds her Bower in none but noble minds , And there due adoration still she finds . Nature . Stay Phoenix stay , the euening Starre drawes nie , And Phoebus he is parted from our sight , And with this Wagon mounted in the Skie , Affoording passage to the gloomie night , That doth the way-fa●ing Passenger affright : And we are set on foote neere to that I le , In whose deepe bottome plaines Delight doth smile . Pho●●ix . O what a muskie sent the ayre doth cast , As if the Gods perfum'd it with sweete Myrthe ▪ O how my bloud 's inspired and doth taste , An alteration in my ioynts to stirre , As if the good did with the bad conferre : The ayre doth moue my Spirites , purge my Sence , And in my body doth new warre commence . Looke round about , behold you fruitfull Plaine , Behold their meadow plots and pasture ground , Behold their chrystall Riuers runne amaine , Into the vaste huge Seas deuouring sound , And in her bowels all her filth is found : It vomiteth by vertue all corruption , Into that wa●rie plaine of desolation . And while the day giues light vnto our eies , Be thou attentiue , and I will relate , The glorie of the plaines that thou descri'st , Whose fertill bounds farre doth extenuate , Where Mars and Venus arme in arme haue sate : Of plants of hearbs , and of high springing trees , Of sweete delicious sauors , and of Bees . In this delightsome countrey there doth grow , The Mandrake cald in Greeke Mandragora● , Some of his vertues if you looke to know , The iuyce that freshly from the roote doth passe , Purgeth all fleame like blacke Helleborus : T is good for paine engendred in the eies ; By wine made of the roote doth sleepe arise . There 's Yellow Crowbels and the Daphadill , Good Harry , herbe Robert , and white Cotula , Adders grasse , Eglantine , and Aphodill , Agnus Castus , and Acatia , The Blacke Arke-angell , Coloquintida , Sweete Sugar Canes , Sinkefoile and boies Mercurie , Goosefoote , Goldsnap , and good Gratia Dei. Mosse of the Sea , and yellow Succorie , Sweete Trefoile , Weedwind , the wholesome Wormewood , Muskmealons , Moustaile , and Mercurie , The dead Arkeangell that for wennes is good , The Souldiers perrow , and great Southernewood : Stone hearts tongue , Blessed thistle , and Sea Trifoly , Our Ladies cushion , and Spaines Pellitorie . 〈◊〉 . No doubt this Clymate where as these remaine , The women and the men are fam'd for faire , Here neede they not of aches to complaine , For Phisickes skill growes here without compare : All herbes and plants within this Region are , But by the way sweete Nature as you go , Of Agnus Castus speake a word or two . Nature ▪ That shall I briefly ; it is the very handmaid To Vesta , or to perfect Chastitie , The hot inflamed spirite is allaid By this sweete herbe that bends to Luxury , It drieth vp the seede of Venerie : The leaues being laid vpon the sleepers bed , With chastnesse , cleannesse , purenesse he is fed . Burne me the leaues , and straw then on the ground , Whereas foule venemous Serpents vse to haunt : And by this vertue here they are not found , Their operation doth such creatures daunt , It causeth them from thence for to auant : If thou be stung with Serpents great or lesse , Drinke but the seede , and thou shalt find redresse . But to proceed , here 's Clary or Cleare-eie , Calues snout , Cukoe flowers , and the Cuckoes meate , Calathian Violets , Dandelion , and the Dewberrie , Leopards foote , and g●eene Spinage which we vse to eate , And the hot Indian Sunne procuring heate : Great wild Valerian , and the Withie wind , The water Cresses , or ague-curing Woodbind . There 's Foxgloue , Forget me not , and Coliander , Galingal , Goldcups , and Buprestis , Small honesties , Eye-bright , and Coculus Panter , Double tongue , Moly , and the bright Anthillis , Smelling Clauer , and Aethiopis : Floramore , Euphorbium , and Esula , White Bulbus violet , and Cassia fistula . Phoenix . But by the way sweete Nature tell me this , Is this the Moly that is excellent , For strong enchauntments and the Adders hisse ? Is this the Moly that Mercurius sent To wise Vlysses , when he did preuent The witchcraft , and foule Circes damned charmes , That would haue compast him with twentie harmes ? Nature . This is the Moly growing in this land , That was reueal'd by cunning Mercurie To grea● Vlysses , making him withstand The hand of Circes fatall sorcerie , That would haue loden him with miserie : And ere we passe I le shew some excellence ▪ Of other hearbs in Phisickes noble Science . There Mugwort , Sena and Tithimailes , Oke of Ierusalem , and Lyryconfaucie , Larkes spurre ▪ Larkes claw and Lentiles , Garden Nigella , Mill , and Pionie , Woody Nightshade , Mints , and Sentorie , Sowbread , Dragons , and Goates oregan , Pelemeum , Hellebore , and Osmond the Waterman ▪ First of this Mugwort it did take the name , Of Artemesia wife to Mansoleus , Whose sunne-bred beautie did his heart inflame , When she was Queene of Helicarnassus , Diana gaue the herbe this name to vs : Because this vertue to vs it hath lent , For womens matters it is excellent . And he that shall this herbe about him beare , Is freed from hurt or daunger any way , No poisned Toade nor Serpent shall him f●are , As he doth trauell in the Sunne-shine day , No wearinesse his limmes shall ought assay : And if he weare this Mugwort at his breast , Being trauelling , he nere shall couet rest . There is blacke Hellebore cald Melampodium , Because an Arcadian shepheard first did find This wholsome herbe Melampus nam'd of some , Which the rich Proetus daughters wits did bind , When she to extreame madnesse was inclind : It cured and reuiu'd her memorie , That was possest with a continuall frenzie . There Centrie in Greeke Centaurion , That from the Centaure Chiron tooke the name , In Spaine t' was cald Cintoria long agone , And this much honor must we giue the same , Wild Tygers with the leaues a man may ●ame : T is good for sinewed aches , and giues light To the blacke mistie dimnesse of the sight . Fames golden glorie spreadeth this report , Vpon a day that Chiron was a guest , To arme-strong Hercules , and did resort Vnto his house to a most sumptuous feast , And welcome was the Centaure mongst the rest . But see his lucke , he on his foote let fall , Great Hercul's shaft , and hurt himselfe withall . A mightie arrow not for him to weeld , The wound being deepe , and with a venom'd point , To Deaths arestment he began to yeeld , And there with sundrie Balmes they did annoint , His wounded foote being strucken through the ioynt : All would ●ot serue till that an old man brought , This ●entaurie that ●ase to him hath wrought , There 's Osmond balepate , Plebane , and Oculus Christi , Sleeping nightshade , Salomons seale , and Sampire , Sage of Ierusalem , and sweete Rosemarie , Great Pilosella , Sengreene , and Alexander , Knights Milfoile , Masticke , and Stocke gillofer , Hearts ease , herbe twopence , and Hermodactill , Narcissus , and the red flower Pimpernell . Phoenix . That word Narcissus is of force to steale , Cold running water from a stony rocke : Alas poore boy thy beautie could not heale The wound that thou thy selfe too deepe didst lock● ; Thy shadowed eyes thy perfect eyes did mocke . False beautie fed true beautie ●rom the deepe , When in the glassie water thou didst peepe . O Loue thou art imperious full of might , And dost reuenge the crie disdaining louer His lookes to Ladies eyes did giue a light , But pride of beautie , did his beautie smother , Like him for faire you could not find another ▪ Ah had he lou'd , and not on Ladies lower , He neare had bene transformed to a flower . Nature . This is an Embleame for those painted faces , Where deuine beautie rests her for a while , Filling their browes with stormes and great disgraces , That on the pained soule yeelds not a smile , But puts true loue into perpetuall exile : Hard hearted Soule , such fortune light on thee , That thou maist be tranform'd as well as he . Ah had the boy bene pliable to be wonne , And not abusde his morne excelling face , He might haue liu'd as beauteous as the Sunne , And to his beautie Ladies would giue place , But O proud Boy , thou wroughtst thine owne disgrace : Thou lou'st thy selfe , and by the selfe same loue , Did'st thy deuinesse to a flower remoue . But to proceed , there 's Christioculus , The seede of this Horminum drunke with wine , Doth stirre a procurations heate in vs , And to Libidenous lusts makes men incline , And mens vnable bodies doth refine : It brings increase by operation , And multiplies our generation . There 's Carrets , Cheruile , and the Cucumer , Red Patiens , Purslane , and Gingidium , Oxe eie , sheepe killing Penygrasses , and the golden flower Cuckoepintell , our Ladies seale , and Sagapinum , Theophrastus violet , and Vincetoxicum : Saint Peters wort , and louely Venus haire , And Squilla , that keepes men from foule despaire . O this word Carrets , if a number knew The vertue of thy rare excelling roote , And what good help to men there doth ensue , They would their lands , and their liues sell to boote , But thy sweete operation they would view : Sad dreaming Louers slumbring in the night , Would in thy honie working take delight . The Thracian Orpheus whose admired skill Infernall Pluto once hath rauished , Causing high Trees to daunce against their will , And vntam'd Beast with Musicks Harpe hath fed , And Fishes to the shore hath often led , By his experience oftentimes did proue , This Roote procur'd in Maides a perfect loue . Purslane doth comfort the inflamed hart , And healeth the exulcerated kidnies : It stoppeth all defluxions falling smart , And when we sleepe expelleth dreames and fancies : It driues Imaginations from our eyes , The iuyce of Purslane hindreth that desire , When men to Venus games would faine aspire . There 's Rocket , Iacke by the hedge , and Loue in idlenesse , Knights water Sengreene , and Siluer maidenheare , Paris Na●ews , Tornesol , and towne Cresses , Starre thistle that for many things is deare , And Seia that in Italy Corne doth beare : Wake-robbins , Hyacinth , and Hartichocke , Letuce , that mens sence asleepe doth rocke . Phoenix . O poore boy Hyacinthus thy faire face Of which Apollo was enamored , Brought thy lifes Lord too timely to that place , Where playing with thee thou wast murdered , And with thy bloud the grasse was sprinckled : Thy bodie was transformed in that hower , Into a red white mingled Gilli-flower . Nature . But yet Apollo wept when he was slaine , For playing with him , cleane against his will He made him breathlesse , this procur'd his paine : True loue doth seldome seeke true loue to kill ; O Loue thou many actions dost fulfill ! Search , seek , & learn what things there may be shown , Then say that Loues sweet secrets are vnknowne . And as a token of Apolloes sorrow , A siluer coloured Lillie did appeare , The leaues his perfect sighes and teares did borrow , Which haue continued still from yeare to yeare ; Which shewes him louing , not to be seuere , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is written as a mourning Dittie , Vpon this flower which shewes Apolloes pittie . O Schoole-boyes I will teach you such a shift , As will be worth a Kingdome when you know it , An herbe that hath a secret hidden drift , To none but Treauants do I meane to show it , And all deepe read Phisitio●s will allow it : O how you play the wags , and faine would heare Some secret matter to allay your ●eare . There 's garden Rocket , take me but the seed , When in your Maisters brow your faults remaine , And when to saue your selues there is great need , Being whipt or beaten you shall feele no paine , Although the bloud your buttocks seeme to staine : It hardneth so the flesh and tender skin , That what is seene without comes not within . The Father that desires to haue a boy , That may be Heire vnto his land and liuing , Let his espoused Loue drinke day by day , Good Artichocks , who buds in August bring , Sod in cleare running water of the spring ; Wiues naturall Conception it doth strengthen , And their declining life by force doth lengthen . In Sommer time , when sluggish idlenesse Doth haunt the bodie of a healthfull man , In Winter time when a cold heauie slownesse Doth tame a womans strength , do what she can , Making her looke both bloudlesse , pale and wan , The vertue of this Artichocke is such , It stirres them vp to labour verie much . There 's Sowbread , Stanwort , and Starre of Hierusal●●● , Base or flat Veruine , and the wholesome Tansie , Go to bed at noone , and Titimalem , Hundred headed thistle , and tree-clasping Iuie , Storks bill , great Stonecrop , and seed of Canary , Dwarfe gentian , Snakeweed and sommer Sauory , Bell rags , prickly Boxe , and Raspis of Couentry . This Sowbread is an herbe that 's perillous , For howsoeuer this same Roote be vsed , For women growne with child t is dangerous , And therefore it is good to be refused : Vnlesse too much they seeke to be misused , O haue a care how this you do apply , Either in inward things or outwardly . Those that about them carrie this same Sowbread , Or plant it in their gardens in the Spring , If that they onely ouer it do tread ▪ Twill kill the issue they about them bring , When Mother Lullabie with ioy should sing : Yet wanton scaping Maides perhaps will tast , This vnkind herbe , and snatch it vp in hast . Yet let me giue a warning to you all , Do not presume too much in dalliance , Be not short-heeld with euery wind to fall : The Eye of heauen perhaps will not dispence With your rash fault , but plague your fowle offence , And take away the working and the vertue , Because to him you broke your promis'd dutie . There 's Iuie , that doth cling about the tree , And with her leauie armes doth round embrace The rotten hollow withered trunke we see , That from the maiden Cissus tooke that place , Grape-crowned Bacchus did this damzell grace : Loue-piercing windowes dazeled so her eye , That in Loues ouer-kindnesse she did dye . A rich-wrought sumptuous Banquet was prepared , Vnto the which the Gods were all inuited : Amongst them all this Cissus was insnared , And in the sight of Bacchus much delighted : In her fair● bo●ome was true Loue vnited , She daunc't and often kist him with such mirth , That sudden ioy did stop her vitall breath . Assoone as that the Nourisher of things , O●r Grandam Earth had tasted of her bloud , From foorth her bodie a fresh Plant there springs , And then an I●y-climing Herbe there stood , That for the ●l●xe Dissenterie is good : For the remembrance of the God of wine , It therefore alwaies claspes about the Vine . There is Angellica or Dwarfe Gentian , Whose 〈◊〉 being dride in the hot shining Sunne , From de●●h it doth preserue the poysoned man , Whose extreame torment makes his life halfe gone , That from deaths mixed potion could not shunne : No Pestilence nor no infectious aire , Shall do him hurt , or cause him to dispaire . There 's Carduus benedictu● cald the Blessed thistle , Neswort , Peniroyall , and Astrolochia , Yellow Wolfs-bane , and Rose-smelling Bramble , Our Ladies Bedstraw , Brookelime , and Lunaria , Cinque foile , Cats taile , and Cresse Scia●ica , Hollihockes , Mouseare , and Pety Morrell , Sage , Scorpiades , and the garden Sorrell . First of the Nesewort , it doth driue away , And poysoneth troublesome Mice and long-tail'd Rats , And being sod in milke , it doth destroy Bees , Waspes , or Flies , and litle ●●inging Gnats : It killeth Dogs , and rest disturbing Cats , Boyled with vineger it doth asswage The ach proceeding from the tooths hot rage . Sage is an herbe for health preseruatiue , It doth expell from women barrennesse : Aetius saith , it makes the child to liue , Whose new-knit ioynts are full of feeblenesse , And comforteth the mothers wearinesse : Adding a li●ely spirit , that doth good Vnto the painefull labouring wiues sicke bloud . In Egypt when a great mortalitie , And killing Pestilence did infect the Land , Making the people die innumerablie , The plague being ceast , the women out of hand Did drinke of iuyce of Sage continually , That made them to increase and multiply , And bring foorth store of children presently . This herbe Lunaria , if a horse do grase Within a medow where the same doth grow , And ouer it doth come with gentle pace , Hauing a horslocke at his foote below , As many haue , that sauegard we do know , It openeth the Locke , and makes it fall , Despight the barre that it is lockt withall . There 's Standergras , Hares ballockes , or great Orchis , Prouoketh Venus , and procureth sport , It helpes the weakned body that 's amisse , And fals away in a consumptuous sort , It heales the Hectique feauer by report : But the dried shriueld roote being withered , Hindreth the vertue we haue vttered . If Man of the great springing rootes doth eate , Being in matrimoniall copulation , Male children of his wife he shall beget , This speciall vertue hath the operation , If Women make the withered rootes their meate , Faire louely Daughters , affable , and wise , From their fresh springing loines there shall arise . There 's Rosemarie , the Arabians iustifie , ( Phisitions of exceeding perfect skill , ) It comforteth the braine and Memorie , And to the inward sence giues strength at will , The head with noble knowledge it doth fill . Conserues thereof restores the speech being lost , And makes a perfect Tongue with little cost . There 's Dwale or Nightshade , t is a fatall plant , It bringeth men into a deadly sleepe , Then Rage and Anger doth their senses haunt , And like mad Aiax they a coile do keepe , Till leane-fac'd Death into their heart doth creepe , In Almaine graue experience hath vs tought , This wicked herbe for manie things is nought . Oke of Ierusalem being throughly dried , And laid in presses where your clothes do lie , No Mothes or venome mongst them shall abide , It makes them smell so odorifero●sly , That it doth kill them all immediately : It helpes the breast that 's stopped with corruption , And giues mans breath fit operation . 〈◊〉 . Blest be our mother Earth that nourisheth , In her rich womb the seede of Times increase , And by her vertue all things flourisheth , When from her bosome she doth them release , But are their Plants and Trees in this faire I le , Where Floras sweete spread garden seemes to smile ? Natur● . As plentifull vnto these Ilanders , Are the fruit-bearing Trees , as be the Flowers : And to the chiefest Lords that are command●rs , They serue as pleasant ouer-shading bowers , To banquet in the day , and sport being late , And most of them I meane to nominate . Ther 's the great sturdie Oke and spreading Vine , Vnder whose branches Bacchus vsd ' to sleepe , The Rose-tree and the loftie bearing Pine , That seemes ( being toucht with wind ) full oft to weep● , The Hawthorne , Christs-thorne and the Rosemary , The Tamariske , Willow , and the Almond-tree . The most chast tree , that Chastnesse doth betoken , The Hollyholme , the Corke and Gooseberrie , That neuer with tempestuous stormes is shooken , The Oliue , Philbert , and the Barberie , The Masticke tree whose liquid gumme being dride . Is good for them that Rheume hath terrified . There 's Iudas tree , so cal'd because that Iew , That did betray the innocent Lambe of God , The●e first of all his sorrowes to renew , Did hang himselfe , plagu'd with a heauy rod , A iust reward for such an vniust slaue , That would betray his Maister to the graue . There 's Ash-tree , Maple , and the Sycamore , Pomegranate , Aprico●kes and Iunipere : The Turpentine that sweet iuyce doth deplore , The Quince , the Peare-tree , and the young mans Medlar , The Fig-tree , Orenge , and the sweet moist Lemmon , The Nutmeg , Plum-tree , and the louely Cytron . Now for the Mirtle tree , it beares the name , Being once the gods Pallas best beloued , Of Mersin the young faire Athenian Dame , Because in act●uenesse she mu●h excelled : The lustie young men of Athenia , She still was honour'd of the wise Minerua . Who willing her at Tilt and Tournament , At running , vaulting , and Actiuitie , And other exercise of gouernement , Not to be absent from her Deitie : Because that she as Iudge might giue the Crowne , And garland to the Victors great renowne . But no forepassed age was free from Enuie , That spitefull honor-crazing enemy : For on a time giuing the equall glorie To him that wan it most deseruedly , The vanquisher in furie much displeased , Slue Mersin whom the Goddesse fauored . Pallas offended with their crueltie , Did gratefully reuenge her Maidens death , Transforming her into a Mirtle tree , Sweetly to flourish in the lower earth : The berries are a meanes for to redresse ( Being decocted ) swolne-fac'd Drunkennesse . The stormie Winters greene remaining Bay Was Daphne , Ladon and the Earths faire daughter , Whom wise Apollo haunted in the day , Till at the length by chaunce alas he caught her : O if such faults were in the Gods aboue , Blame not poore silly men if they do loue . But she not able ( almost out of breath ) For to resist the wise Gods humble sute , Made her petition to her mother Earth , That she would succour her , and make her mute : The Earth being glad to ease her miserie , Did swallow her , and turn'd her to a Bay tree . Apollo being amazed at this sight , Named it Daphne for his Daphnes honour , Twisting a Garland to his hearts delight , And on his head did weare it as a fauour : And to this day the Bay trees memorie , Remaines as token of true Prophesie . Some of the heathen , men of opinion , Suppose the greene-leau'd Bay tree can resist Inchauntments , spirites , and illusion , And make them seeme as shadowes in a mist , This tree is dedicate onely to the Sunne , Because her vertue from his vice begonne . The Mose tree hath such great large spreading leaues , That you may wrap a child of twelue months old In one of them , vnlesse the truth deceaues , For so our Herborists haue truly told : By that great Citie Aleph in Assyria , This tree was found hard by Venetia . The fruite hereof ( the Greekes and Christians ) That do remaine in that large-spreading Citie , The misbeleeuing ●ewes and Persians , Hold this opinion for a certaintie : Adam did eate in liuely Paradise , That wrapt mans free-borne soules in miseri●s . 〈◊〉 . These trees , these plants , and this description , Of their sweete liquid gums that are distilling , Are to be held in estimation , For fai●e-fac'd Tellus glorie is excelling ▪ But what white siluer'd rich resembling plaine , Is that where wooddie moouing trees remaine ? 〈◊〉 . That is the watry kingdome of Neptunus , Where his high wood-made Towers dayly flote , Bearing the title of Occanus , As hony-speaking Po●ts oft do quote : And as the branches spreading from the tree , So do the Riuers grace this louely Countrie . Wherein is bread for mans sweete nourishment , Fishes of sundrie sorts and diuerse natures , That the inhabitants doth much content , As a relieuement to all mortall creatures , But for to make you perfect what they be , I will relate them to you orderly . There swimmes the gentle Prawne and Pickerell , A great deuourer of small little fish , The Puffin , Sole , and Sommer louing Mackrell , In season held for a high Ladies dish : The bigge bon'd Whale , of whom the skilfull Marriner , Sometimes God knowes stands in a mightie terrour . The musicke-louing Dolphin here doth swimme , That brought Arion on his backe to shore , And stayd a long while at the Seas deepe brimme , To heare him play ▪ in nature did deplore , As being loth to leaue him , but at last Headlong himselfe into the Sea he cast . Here swimmes the Ray , the Sea-calfe and the Porpoise ▪ That doth betoken raine or stormes of weather , The Sea-horse , Sea-hound , and the wide-mouth'd Plaice , A Spitchcoke , Stocke-fish , and the litle Pilcher , Whose onely moisture prest by cunning Art , Is good for those troubled with Aches smart . Here swimmes the Shad , the Spi●sish , and the Spurling ▪ The Thornebacke , Turbut , and the Perewincle , The Twine , the Trout , the Scallop and the Whiting , The Scate , the Roch , the Tench and pretie Wrincle : The Purple-fis● , whose liquor vsually , A violet colour on the cloth doth die . Here swimmes the Pearch , the Cuttle and the Stocke-fish , That with a wooden staffe is often beaten , The Crab , the Pearch , which poore men alwayes wish , The Ruffe , the Piper good for to be eaten : The Barbell that three times in euery yeare , Her naturall young ones to the waues doth beare . Phoenix . His great deuine Omnipotence is mightie , That rides vpon the Heauens axeltree , That by increase amongst vs sends such plentie , I● to his Mightinesse gratefull we will be : But stubburne necked Iewes do him prouoke , Till he do loade them with a heauie yoke . Nature . Truth haue you said ; but I will here expresse The richesse of the Earths hid secrecie , The salt Sea● vnseene , vnknowne worthinesse , That yeelds vs precious stones innumerably , The rarenesse of their vertue fit for Kings , And such this countrie climate often brings . Herein is found the Amatist , and Abestone , The Topaze , Turches , and Gelatia , The Adamant , Dionise , and Calcedon , The Berill , Marble , and Elutropia , The Ruby , Saphire , and Asterites , The Iacinth , Sardonix , and Argirites . The Smaragd , Carbuncle , and Alablaster , Cornellis , Crusopasse , and Corrall : The sparkling Diamond , and the louely Iasper , The Margarite , Lodestone , and the bright-●y'd Chrystall , Ligurius , Onix , Nitrum , and Gagates , Absistos , Amatites , and the good Achates . Here in this Iland are there mines of Gold , Mines of Siluer , Iron , Tinne and Lead , That by the labouring workman we behold : And mines of Brasse , that in the Earth is fed , The stone Lipparia , Galactites , and Pant●ron , Enidros , Iris , Dracontites , and Astrion . The Adamant , a hard obdurate stone , Inuincible , and not for to be broken , Being placed neare a great bigge barre of Iron , This vertue hath it , as a speciall token , The Lodestone hath no power to draw away The Iron barre , but in one place doth stay . Yet with a Goates warme , fresh and liuely blood , This Adaman● doth breake and riue in sunder , That many mightie , huge strokes hath withstood : But I will tell you of a greater wonder , It reconciles the womans loue being lost , And giueth proofe of Chastnesse without cost . The purple colourd Amati●t doth preuaile Against the wit-oppressing Drunkennesse , If euill Cogitations do assaile Thy sleepie thoughts wrapt vp in heauinesse , It soone will driue them from thy minds disturbing , And temporize thy braine that is offending . The white-veind enterlin'd stone Achates , Bespotted here and there with spots like blood , Makes a man gracious in the peoples eyes , And for to cleare the sight is passing good : It remedieth the place that 's venemous , And in the fire smels odoriferous . The Gemme Amatites hath this qualitie , Let a man touch his vesture with the same , And it resisteth fier mightily : The vertue doth the force of burning ●ame , And afterwards cast in the fiers light , Burnes not at all , but then it seemes most bright . The faire stone Berrill is so precious , That mightie men do hold it verie rare : It frees a man from actions perillous , If of his lifes deare blood he haue a care , And now and then being put into the Eyes , Defends a man from all his enemies . The stone Ceranicum spotted ore with blue , Being safe and chastly borne within the hand , Thunders hote raging cracks that do ensue It doth expell , and Lightnings doth withstand , Defending of the house that many keepe , And is effectuall to bring men asleepe . The Diamond the worlds reflecting eye , The Diamond the heauens bright shining starre , The Diamond the earths most purest glorie : And with the Diamond no Stone ●●n compare ; She teacheth men to speake , and men to loue , If all her rarest vertues you will proue . The Diamond taught Musicke first his cunning , The Diamond taught Poetry her skill , The Diamond gaue Lawyers first their learning , Arithmeticke the Diamond taught at will : She teacheth all Arts : for within her eye , The knowledge of the world doth safely lye . Dradocos is a stone that 's pale and wan , It brings to some men thoughts fantasticall : It being layd vpon a cold dead Man , Loseth the vertue it is grac'd withall ; Wherefore t is called the most holy stone : For ▪ whereas Death frequenteth it is gone . Achites is in colour violet , Found on the Bankes of this delightsome place , Both male and female in this Land we get : Whose vertue doth the Princely Eagle grace ; For being borne by her into her nest , She bringeth foorth her young ones with much rest . This stone being bound fast to a womans side , Within whose purest wombe her child is lying , Doth hasten child-birth , and doth make her bide But litle paine , her humours is releasing . If anie one be guiltie of Deceit , This stone will cause him to forsake his meate . Enidros is the stone that●s alwayes sweating , Distilling liquid drops continually : And yet for all his daily moisture melting , It keepes the selfe same bignesse stedfastly : It neuer lesseneth , nor doth fall away , But in one stedfast perfectnesse doth stay . Perpetui fletus lachrymas distillat Enidros , Qui velut ex pleni fontis scaturigine manat . Gagates smelling like to Frankensence , Being left whereas the poisnous Serpents breed , Driues them away , and doth his force commence , Making this beast on barren plaines to feed , And there to starue and pine away for meate , Because being there he finds no food to eate . This stone being put in a faire womans drinke , Will testifie her pure Virginitie , A most rare thing that some men neuer thinke , Yet you shall giue your iugdement easily , For if she make her water presently , Then hath this Woman lost her honestie . The lacinth is a neighbour to the Saphire , That doth transforme it selfe to sundrie sights , Sometimes t is blacke and cloudie , sometimes el● And from the mutable ayre borrowes lights : It giueth strength and vigor in his kind , And faire sweete quiet sleepe brings to the n Rabiates being clearely coloured , Borne about one doth make him eloquent , And in great honour to be fauoured , If he do vse it to a good intent , Foule venemous Serpents it doth bring in awe , And cureth paine and griefe about the ●awe . The iron-drawing Lode-stone if you set Within a vessell , either Gold or Brasse , And place a peece of Iron vnder it , Of some indifferent size or smallest compasse , The Lodestone on the top will cause it moue , And by his vertue meete with it aboue . The Meade stone coloured like the grassie greene , Much gentle ease vnto the Goute hath donne , And helpeth those being troubled with the Spleene , Mingled with Womans milke bearing a Sonne : It remedi●h the wit-assailing Frenzie , And purgeth the sad mind of Melancholie . The stone Orites spotted ore with white , Being worne , or hung about a womans necke , Prohibiteth Conception and Delight , And the child-bearing wombe by force doth checke : Or else it hast'neth her deliuerie , And makes the birth vnperfect and vntimely . Skie colour'd Saphire Kings and Princes weare , Being held most precious in their iudging sight : The ve●ie touch of this doth throughly cure The Carbuncles enraging hatefull spight : It doth delight and recreate the Eyes , And all base grossenesse it doth quite despise . If in a boxe you put an inuenomd Spider , Whose poisonous operation is annoying , And on the boxes top lay the true Saphire , The vertue of his power shewes vs his cunning , He vanquisheth the Spider , leaues him dead , And to Apollo now is consecrated . The fresh greene colour'd Smaragd doth excell All Trees , Boughs , Plants , and new fresh springing Leaues : The hote reflecting Sunne can neuer quell His vertue , that no eye-sight ere deceiues , But ore faire Phoebus glorie it triumpheth , And the dimme duskie Eyes it polisheth . The valiant Caesar tooke his chiefe delight , By looking on the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 excellence , To see his Romane souldiers how they fight , And view what wards they had for their defence , And who exceld in perfect chiualrie , And noblest bore himselfe in victorie . This Stone doth serue to Diuination , To tell of things to come , and things being past , And mongst vs held in estimation , Giuing the sicke mans meate a gentle tast : If things shall be , it keepes in the Mind , If not , forgetfulnesse our Eyes doth blind . The Turches being worne in a Ring , If any Gentleman haue cause to ride , Supports , and doth sustaine him from all falling ▪ Or hurting of him selfe what ere betide : And ere he suffer anie fearefull danger , Will fall it selfe , and breake , and burst a sunder . 〈◊〉 . These wondrous things of Nature to mens eare● Will almost proue ( sweete Nature ) incredible , But by Times ancient record it appeares , These hidden secrets to be memorable : For his diuinesse that hath wrought this wonder , Rules men and beasts , the lightning and the thunder . 〈◊〉 . For the worlds blindnesse and opinion , I care not Phoenix , they are misbeleeuing , And if their eyes trie not conclusion , They will not trust a strangers true reporting . With Beasts and Birds I will conclude my storie , And to that All-in-all yeeld perfect glorie . In yonder woodie groue and fertile plaine , Remaines the Leopard and the watrie Badger , The Bugle or wild Oxe doth there remaine , The Onocentaure and the cruell Tyger , The Dromidu●y and the princely Lion , The Bore , the Elephant , and the poisnous Dragon . The strong neck'd Bull that neuer f●lt the yoke , The Cat , the Dog , the Wolfe , and cruell Viper , The lurking Hare that pretie sport prouokes , The Goatebucke , Hedgehogge and the swift foote P●nther , The Horse , Cameleopard and strong pawd Beare , The Ape , the Asse ▪ and the most fearefull Deare . The Mouse , the Mule , the Sow and Salamander , That from the burning fire cannot liue , The Weasell , Cammell and the hunted Beauer , That in pursute away his stones doth giue : The Stellio , Camelion and Vnicorne , That doth expell hot poison with his Hor●e . The cruell Beare in her conception , Brings forth at first a thing that 's indigest , A lump of flesh without all fashion , Which she by often licking brings to rest ▪ Making a formall body good and sound , Which often in this Iland we haue found . Hic format lingua foetum , quem protulit Vrsa . The great wild Bore of nature terrible , With two strong Tushes for his Armorie , Sometimes assailes the Beare most horrible , And twixt them is a fight both fierce and deadly : He hunteth after Marioram and Organie , Which as a whetstone doth his need supplie . The Bugle or wild Oxe is neuer tam'd , But with an iron ring put through his snout , That of some perfect strength must needs be fram'd , Then may you leade him all the world about : The Huntsmen find him hung within a tree , Fast by the hornes and then thy vse no pittie . The Camell is of nature flexible , For when a burden on his backe is bound , To ease the labourer , he is knowne most gentle , For why he kneeleth downe vpon the ground : Suffering the man to put it off or on , As it seemes best in his discretion . They liue some fiftie or some hundred yeares , And can remaine from water full foure dayes , And most delight to drinke when there appeares , A muddie spring that 's troubled many wayes : Betweene them is a naturall honest care , If one conioyneth with his Damme , t is ra●e . The Dragon is a poisnous venom'd beast , With whom the Elephant is at enmitie , And in contention they do neuer rest , Till one hath slaine the other cruelly : The Dragon with the Elephant tries a fall , And being vnder he is slaine withall . The bunch-backt , big-bon'd , swift-foote Dromidary Of Dromas the Greeke word borrowing the nam● , For his quicke flying speedy property : Which easily these countrey men do tame , Hel'go a hundreth miles within one day , And neuer seeke in any place to stay . The Dogge a naturall , kind , and louing thing , As witnesseth our Histories of old : Their maister dead , the poore foole with lamenting Doth kill himselfe before accounted bold : And would defend his maister if he might , When cruelly his foe begins to fight . The Elephant with tushes Iuorie ▪ Is a great friend to man as he doth trauell : The Dragon hating man most spitefully , The Elephant doth with the Dragon quarell : And twixt them two is a most deadly strife , Till that the man be past , and sau'd his life . The Elephant seene in Astronomy , Will euery month play the Phisition : Taking delight his cunning for to try , Giuing himselfe a sweete purgation ▪ And to the running springs himselfe addresse , And in the same wash off his filthinesse . The Gote-bucke is a beast lasciuious , And giuen much to filthy venerie ; Apt and prone to be contentious , Seeking by craft to kill his enemy : His bloud being warme suppleth the Adamant , That neither fire or force could euer daunt . The Hedghogge hath a sharpe quicke thorned garment , That on his backe doth serue him for defence : He can presage the winds incontinent , And hath good knowledge in the di●ference Betweene the Southerne and the Northren wind , These vertues are allotted him by kind . Wher●on in Constantinople that great City , A marchant in his garden gaue one nourishment : By which he knew the windstrue certainty , Because the Hedgehogge gaue him iust presagement : Apples , or peares , or grapes , such is his meate , Which on his backe he caries for to ●ate . The spotted Linx in face much like a Lyon , His vrine is of such a qualitie , In time it turneth to a precious stone , Called Ligari●s for his property : He hateth man so much , that he doth hide His vrine in the earth , not to be spide . The princely Lion King of forrest-Kings , And chiefe Commaunder of the Wildernesse , At whose faire feete all Beasts lay downe their offrings , Yeelding alleageance to his worthinesse : His strength remaineth most within his head , His vertue in his heart is compassed . He neuer wrongs a man , nor hurts his pray , If they will yeeld submissiue at his feete , He knoweth when the Lionesse playes false play , If in all kindnesse he his loue do meete : He doth defend the poore and innocent , And those that cruel-hearted Beasts haue rent . Then is 't not pittie that the craftie Foxe , The rauenous Wolfe , the Tyger , and the Beare , The slow-past-dull-brain'd heauie Oxe , Should striue so good a state to ouerweare ? The Lion sleepes and laughes to see them striue , But in the end leaues not a beast aliue . The Onocentaur is a monstrous beast ; Supposed halfe a man and halfe an asse , That neuer shuts his eyes in quiet rest , Till he his foes deare life hath round encompast , Such were the Centaures in their tyrannie , That liu'd by humane flesh and villanie . The Stellio is a beast that takes his breath , And liueth by the deaw that 's heauenly , Taking his Food and Spirit of the earth , And so maintaines his life in chastitie , He takes delight to counterfeit all colours , And yet for all this he is ve●mous . 〈◊〉 . T is strange to heare such perfect difference , In all things that his M●ght● 〈◊〉 hath ●ram'd T is strange to heare their 〈◊〉 of d●●enc● , Amongst all creatures that my Nurse hath nam'd : Are there no Wormes nor Serpents to be found In this sweete smelling Ile and f●uitfull ground ? Nature . Within a little corner towards the Fa●t , A moo●●sh plot of earth and dampish place , Some creeping Wormes and Serpents vs● to rest , And in a manner doth this bad ground grace : It is vnpeopled and vnhabited , For there with poisonous ayre they are ●ed . H●re liues the Worme , t●e Gnat and Grashopper , Rinatrix , Li●ard and the fruitfull Bee , T●e Mothe , Chelidras , and the Bloodsucker , That from the fl●sh su●kes bloud most speedily : Cerastis , Aspis and the Crocadile , That doth the way-faring passenger beguile . The labouring Ant , and the bespeckled Adder , The ●rogge , the Tode , and S●mmer-hau●ting ●lie , The prettie Silkeworme , and the poisnous ● iper , That with his teeth doth wound most cruel●y : The Hornet and the poisonous Cockat●ice , That kils all birds by a most s●e deuice . The Aspis is a kind of deadly Snake , He hurts most perillous with venom'd sting , And in pursute doth neare his foe forsake , But slaies a Man with poysnous venoming : Betweene the male and female is such loue , As is betwixt the most kind Turtle doue . This is the Snake that Cleopatra vsed , The Egyptian Queene belou'd of Anthony , That with her breasts deare bloud was nourished , Making her die ( faire soule ) most patiently , Rather then Caesars great victorious hand , Should triumph ore the Queene of such a land . The Lizard is a kind of louing creature , Especially to man he is a friend : This prope●ty is giuen him by nature , From dangerous beasts poore Man he doth defend : For being sleepy he all sence forsaketh , The Lizard bites him till the Man awaketh . The Ant or Emote is a labouring thing , And haue amongst them all a publike weale , In sommer time their meate they are prouiding , And secrets mongst themselues they do conceale : The monstrous huge big Beare being sickly , Eating of these , is cured presently . The fruitfull prety Bee liues in the hiue , Which vnto him is like a peopled City , And by their daily labour there they thriue , Bringing home honied waxe continually : They are reputed ciuill , and haue kings , And guides for to direct them in proceedings . When that their Emperour or King is present , They liue in peacefull sort and quietnesse , But if their officer or king be absent , They flie and swarme abroad in companies : If any happen casuall-wise to dye , They mourne and bury him right solemnly . The Crocadile a saffron colour'd Snake , Sometimes vpon the earth is conuersant , And other times liues in a filthy lake , Being oppressed with foule needy want : The skin vpon his backe as hard as stone , Resisteth violent strokes of steele or iron . Rinatrix is a poysenous enuenom'd Serpent , That doth infect the riuers and the fountaines , Bringing to cattell hurt and det●iment : When thirsty they forsake the steepy mountaines , Rinatrix violator Aquae , and infects the earth , With his most noysome stinking filthy breath . The Scorpion hath a deadly stinging taile , Bewitching some with his faire smiling face , But presently with force he doth assaile His captiu'd praie , and brings him to disgrace : Wherefore t is cald of some the flattering worme , That subtilly his foe doth ouerturne . Orion made his boast the earth should bring O● yeeld no serpent forth but he would kill it , W●ere presently the Scorpion vp did spring , For so the onely powers aboue did will it : Where in the peoples presence they did see , Orion stung to death most cruelly . Of Wormes are diuers sorts and diuers names , Some feeding on hard timber some on trees , Some in the earth a secret cabbine frames , Some ●ue on tops of Ashes , some on O●iues ; Some of a red watrish colour , some of greene , And some within the night like Fire are seene . T●e Silkworme by whose Webbe our Silkes are made , Fo● she doth dayly labour with her weauing , A Worme that 's rich and precious in her trade , That whilst poore soule she toyleth in her spinning , Leaues not●ing in her belly but empty aire , And toyling too much falleth to despaire . Here liues the Caddes and the long leg'd Crane , With whome the Pigmies are at mortall 〈◊〉 , The Larke and Lapwing that with nets are tane , And so poore silly soules do end their life : The Nightingale wrong'd by Adulterie , The Night●row , Goshawke , and the chattring Pi● . The Pheasant Storke , and the high towring Faulcon ▪ The Swanne that in the 〈◊〉 takes delight , T●e 〈◊〉 , Blackebird , and the big neck'd Heron , The skreeching Owle that loues the ●uskie night , The Partridge , Griffon , and th● li●ely Peacocke , The Linnet , Bulsinch , Snipe , and rauening Puttocke ▪ The Robin Red●re●st that in Winter ●i●gs , The Pellican , the ●ay , and the chirping Sparrow , The little Wr●n that many yong ones brings , Her●in , Ibis , and the swift wingd Swallow : The princely Eagle and Caladrius , The Cuckow that to some is prosperous . The snow-like colour'd bird Caladrius , Hath this inestimable naturall pro●peritie , If any man in sicknesse dangerous , Hopes of his health to haue recouerie , This bird will alwayes looke with chearefull glance , If otherwise , sad is his countenance . The Crane directed by the leaders voice , Flies ore the seas , to countries farre vnknowne , And in the secret night they do reioice , To make a watch among them of their owne ; The watchman in his clawes holds fast a stone , Which letting fall the rest are wak'd anone . The Spring-delighting bird we call the Cuckow ▪ Which comes to tell of wonders in this age , Her prettie one note to the world doth show Some men their destinie , and doth presage The womans pleasure and the mans disgrace , Which she sits singing in a secret place . The Winters enuious blast she neuer tasteth , Yet in all countries doth the Cuckoe sing , And oftentimes to peopled townes she hasteth , There for to tell the pleasures of the Spring : Great Courtiers heare her voyce , but let her flye , Knowing that she presageth Destiny . This prety bird sometimes vpon the steeple , Sings Cuckoe , Cuckoe , to the parish Priest , Sometimes againe she flies amongst the people , A●d on their Crosse no man can her res●st , But there she sings , yet some disdaining Dames , Do charme her hoarse , lest she should hit their names . She scornes to labour or make vp a nest , But creepes by stealth into some others roome , And with the Larkes deare yong , her yong-ones rest , Being by sub●ile dealing ouercome : The yong birds are restoratiue to eate , And held amongst vs as a Princes meate . The Princely Eagle of all Birds the King , For none but she can gaze against the Sunne , Her eye-sight is so cleare , that in her flying She spies the smallest beast that euer runne , As swift as gun-shot vsing no delay , So swif●ly doth she flie to catch her pray . She brings her birds being yong into the aire , And sets them for to looke on Phoebus light , But if their eyes with gazing chance to water , Those she accounteth bastards , leaues them quight , But those that haue true perfect constant eyes , She cherisheth , the rest she doth despise . The Griffon is a bird rich feathered , His head is like a Lion , and his flight Is like the Eagles , much for to be feared , For why he kils men in the vgly night : Some say he keepes the Smaragd and the Iasper , And in pursute of Man is monstrous eager . The gentle birds called the faire Hircinie , Taking the name of that place where they breed , Within the night they shine so gloriously , That mans astonied senses they do feed : For in the darke being cast within the way , Giues light vnto the man that goes astray . Ibis the bird flieth to Nilus flood , And drinking of the water purgeth cleane : Vnto the land of Aegypt he doth good , For he to rid their Serpents is a meane ; He feedeth on their egges , and doth destroy The Serpents nests that would their Clime annoy . The Lapwing hath a piteous mournefull cry , And sings a sorowfull and heauy song , But yet shee 's full of craft and subtilty , And weepeth most being farthest from her yong : In elder age she seru'd for Southsayers , And was a Prophetesse to the Augurers . The birds of Aegypt or M●mnodides , Of Me●non that was slaine in rescuing Troy , Are said to flie away in compani●s , To Priams pallace , and there twice a day They fight about the turrets of the dead , And the third day in battell are confounded . The Nightingale the nights true Chorister , Musickes chiefe lo●er in the pleasant Spring , Tunes Hunts-vp to the Sunne that doth delight her , And to Arions harp aloud will sing : And as a Bridegroome that to ●hurch is comming , So he salutes the Sunne when he is rising . The Romane Caesars , happie Empero●rs , Especially those of the yongest sort , Haue kept the Nightingale within their towers , To play , to da●ly , and to make them sport , And oftentimes in Greeke and Latine tong , They taught those birds to sing a pleasant song . This bird as Histories make mention , S●ng in the infant mouth of Stesichor●s , W●ich did foretell due commendation , In all his actions to be prosperous : So Bees when Plato in his bed did lie , Swarm'd round about his mouth , leauing their honie . The sl●ggish slouthfull and the dastard Owle , Hating the day , and louing of the night , About old sepulchers doth dayly ●owle , Frequenting barnes and houses without light , And hides him often in an Iuy tree , Least with small chattring birds wrong'd he should be . Foedaque sic volucris venturi nuntia luctus , Ignauus Bubo , dirum mortalibus omen . The filthy messenger of ill to come The sluggish Owle is , and to danger some . This ill be dooming Owle sate on the speare , Of warlike Pirrhus marching to the field , When to the Graecian armie he drew neare , Determining to make his foes to yeeld , Which did foreshew sinister happinesse , And balefull fortune in his businesse . The Parrat cald the counterfeiting bird , Deckt with all colours that faire Flora yeelds , That after one will speake you word for word : Liuing in wooddie groues neare fertile fields , They haue bene knowne to giue great Emperors wine , And therefore some men hold them for deuine . The proud sun-brauing Peacocke with his feathers , Walkes all along , thinking himselfe a King , And with his voyce prognosticates all weathers , Although God knowes but badly he doth sing : But when he lookes downe to his base blacke Feete , He droopes , and is asham'd of things vnmeete . The mighty Macedonian Alexander , Marching in louely triumph to his foes , Being accounted the worlds conquerour , In Indie spies a Peacocke as he goes , And maruelling to see so rich a sight , Charg'd all men not to kill his sweete delight . The Pellican the wonder of our age , ( As Ierome saith ) reuiues her tender yong , And with her purest bloud , she doth asswage Her yong ones thirst , with poisonous Adder stong , And those that were supposed three dayes dead . She giues them life once more being nourished . The vnsatiate Sparrow doth prognosticate , And is held good for diuination , For flying here and there , from gate to gate , Foretls true things by animaduertion : A flight of Sparrowes flying in the day , Did prophesie the fall and sacke of Troy. The artificiall nest-composing Swallow , That eates his meate ●lying along the way , Whose swiftnesse in our eysight doth allow , That no imperiall Bird makes her his pray : His yong ones being hurt within the eies , His helpes them with the he●be Calcedonies . Cecinna and the great Volateran , Being Pomp●is warlike and approued knights , Sent letters by these Birds without a man , To many of their friends and chiefe delights , And all their letters to their feete did ti● , Which with great speed did bring them hastily . The sweet recording Swanne Apolloes ioy , And firy scorched Phaetons delight , In footed verse sings out his deep annoy , And to the siluer riuers takes his flight , Prognosticates to Sailers on the seas , Fortunes prosperitie and perfect ●ase . Cignus in auspicijs semper laetissimus ales , Hoc optant nautae , quia se non mergit in vndis . Phoenix . But what sad-mournefull drooping soule is this , Within whose watry eyes sits Discontent , Whose snaile-pac'd gate tels someting is amisse : From whom is banisht sporti●g Meriment : Whose feathers mowt off , falling as he goes , The perfect picture of hart pining woes ? Nature . This is the carefull bird the Turtle Doue , Whose heauy croking note doth shew his griefe , And thus he wanders seeking of his loue , Refusing all things that may yeeld reliefe : All motions of good turnes , all Mirth and Ioy , Are bad , fled , gone , and fa●ne into decay . Phoenix . Is this the true example of the Heart ? Is this the Tutor of faire Constancy ? Is this Loues treasure , and Loues pining smart ? Is this the substance of all honesty ? And comes he thus attir'd , alas poore soule , That Destinies foule wrath should thee controule . See Nourse , he stares and lookes me in the face , And now he mournes , worse then he did before , He hath forgot his dull slow heauy pace , But with swift gate he eyes vs more and more : O shall I welcome him , and let me borrow Some of his griefe to mingle with my sorrow . Nature . Far●well faire bird , I le leaue you both alone , This is the Doue you long'd so much to see , And this will proue companion of your mone , An Vmpire of all true humility : Then note my Phoenix , what there may ensue , And so I kisse my bird . Adue , Adue . Phoenix . Mother farewell ; and now within his eyes , Sits sorrow clothed in a sea of teares , And more and more the billowes do arise : Pale Griefe halfe pin'd vpon his brow appeares , His feathers fade away , and make him looke , As if his name were writ in Deaths pale booke . Turtl● . O stay poore Turtle , whereat hast thou gazed , At the eye-dazling Sunne , whose sweete reflection , The round encompast heauenly world amazed ? O no , a child of Natures true complexion , The perfect Phoenix of rariety , For wit , for vertue , and excelling beauty . 〈…〉 Haile map of sorrow : Tur. Welcome Cupids child . Let me wipe off those teares vpon thy cheekes , That stain'd thy beauties pride , and haue defil'd Nature it selfe , that so vsurping seekes To sit vpon thy face , for I le be partener , Of thy harts wrapped sorrow more hereafter . T●rt●e . Natures faire darling , let me kneele to thee , And offer vp my true obedience , And sacredly in all humility , Craue pardon for presumptions foule offence : Thy lawne-snow-colour'd hand shall not come neare My impure face , to wipe away one teare . My teares are for my Turtle that is dead , My sorrow springs from her want that is gone , My heauy note sounds for the soule that 's fled , And I will dye for him left all alone : I am not liuing , though I seeme to go , Already buried in the graue of wo. Phoenix . Why I haue left Arabia for thy sake , Because those fires haue no working substance , And for to find thee out did vndertake : Where on the mountaine top we may aduance Our fiery alter ; let me tell thee this , Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris . Come poore lamenting soule , come sit by me , We are all one , thy sorrow shall be mine , Fall thou a teare , and thou shalt plainly see , Mine eyes shall answer teare for teare of thine : Sigh thou , I le sigh , and if thou giue a grone , I shall be dead in answering of thy mone . Turtle . Loues honorable Friend , one grone of yours , Will rend my sicke-loue-pining hart asunder , One sigh brings teares from me like Aprill showers , Procur'd by Sommers hote loud cracking thunder : Be you as mery as sweet mirth may be , I le grone and sigh , both for your selfe and me . Phoenix . Thou shalt not gentle Turtle , I will beare Halfe of the burdenous yoke thou dost sustaine , Two bodies may with greater ease outweare A troublesome labour , then I le brooke some paine , But tell me gentle Turtle , tell me truly The difference betwixt false Loue and true Sinceritie . Turtle . That shall I briefly , if you le giue me leaue , False loue is full of Enuie and Deceit , With cunning shifts our humours to deceiue , Laying downe poison for a sugred baite , Alwayes in constant , false , and variable , Delighting in fond change and mutable . True loue , is louing pure , not to be broken , But with an honest eye , she eyes her louer , Not changing variable , nor neuer shoken With fond Suspition , secrets to discouer , True loue will tell no lies , nor ne're dissemble , But with a bashfull modest feare will tremble . False loue puts on a Maske to shade her folly , True loue goes naked wishing to be seene , False loue will counterfeite perpetually , True loue is Troths sweete emperizing Queene● This is the difference , true Loue is a iewell , False loue , hearts tyrant , inhumane , and cruell . Phoenix . What may we wonder at ? O where is learning ? Where is all difference twixt the good and bad ? Where is Apelles art ? where is true cunning ? Nay where is all the vertue may be had ? Within my Turtles bosome , she refines , More then some louing perfect true deuines . Thou shalt not be no more the Turtle-Doue , Thou shalt no more go weeping al alone , For thou shalt be my selfe , my perfect Loue , Thy griefe is mine , thy sorrow is my mone , Come kisse me sweetest sweete , O I do blesse This gracious luckie Sun-shine happinesse . Turtl● . How may I in all gratefulnesse requite , This gracious fauor offred to thy seruant ? The time affordeth heauinesse not delight , And to the times appoint wee le be obseruant : Command , O do commaund , what ere thou wilt , My hearts bloud for thy sake shall straight be spilt . Phoenix . Then I command thee on thy tender care , And chiefe obedience that thou owst to me , That thou especially ( deare Bird ) beware Of impure thoughts , or vncleane chastity : For we must wast together in that fire , That will not burne but by true Loues desire . Turtle . A spot of that foule monster neare did staine , These drooping feathers , nor I neuer knew In what base filthy clymate doth remaine That spright incarnate ; and to tell you true , I am as spotlesse as the purest whight , Cleare without staine , of enuy , or despight . Ph●●●ix . Then to yon next adioyning groue we 'le ●lye , And gather sweete wood for to make our flame , And in a manner sacrificingly , Burne both our bodies to reuiue one name : And in all humblenesse we will intreate , The hot earth parching Sunne to lend his heate . Turtle . Why now my heart is light , this very doome Hath banisht sorrow from my pensiue breast : And in my bosome there is left no roome , To set blacke melancholy , or let him rest ; I le fetch sweete mirrhe to burne , and licorice , Sweete Iuniper , and straw them ore with spice . Pho●nix . Pile vp the wood , and let vs inuocate His great name that doth ride within his chariot , And guides the dayes bright eye , let 's nominate Some of his blessings , that he well may wot , Our faithfull seruice and humility , Offer'd vnto his highest Deiety . Great God Apollo , for the tender loue , Thou once didst beare to wilfull Phaeton , That did desire thy chariots rule aboue , Which thou didst grieue in hart to thinke vpon : Send thy hot kindling light into this wood , That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud . ●●rtle . For thy sweet Daphnes sake thy best beloued , And for the Harpe receiu'd of Mercury , And for the Muses of thee fauored , Whose gift of wit excels all exellency : Send thy hot kindling fire into this wood , That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud . 〈◊〉 For thy sweet fathers sake great Iupiter , That with his thunder-bolts commands the earth , And for Latonas sake thy gentle mother , That first gaue Phoebus glories liuely breath : Send thy hot kindling light into this wood , That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud . Stay , stay , poore Turtle , ô we are betraid , Behind yon little bush there sits a spy , That makes me blush with anger , halfe afraid , That in our motions secrecly would pry : I will go chide with him , and driue him thence , And plague him for presumptions foule offence . Turtl● ▪ Be not affraid , it is the Pellican , Looke how her yong-ones make her brest to bleed , And drawes the bloud foorth , do the best she can , And with the same their hungry fancies feede , Let her alone to vew our Tragedy , And then report our Loue that she did see . See beauteous Phoenix it begins to burne , O blessed Phoebus , happy , happy light , Now will I recompence thy great good turne , And first ( deare bird ) I le vanish in thy sight , And thou shalt see with what a quicke desire , I le leape into the middle of the fire . Phoenix ▪ Stay Turtle stay , for I will first prepare ; Of my bones must the Princely Phoenix rise , And i ft be possible thy bloud we le spare , For none but for my sake , dost thou despise This frailty of thy life , ô liue thou still , And teach the base deceitfull world Loues will. ●urtle . Haue I come hither drooping through the woods , And left the springing groues to seeke for thee ? Haue I forsooke to bath me in the flouds , And pin'd away in carefull misery ? Do not deny me Phoenix I must be A partner in this happy Tragedy . Ph●●●ix . O holy , sacred , and pure perfect fire , More pure then that ore which faire Dido mones , More sacred in my louing kind desire , Then that which burnt old Esons aged bones , Accept into your euer hallowed flame , Two bodies , from the which may spring one name . ●urtle . O sweet perfumed flame , made of those trees , Vnder the which the Muses nine haue song The praise of vertuous maids in misteries , To whom the faire fac'd Nymphes did often throng ; Accept my body as a Sacrifice Into your flame , of whom one name may rise . Phoenix . O wilfulnesse , see how with smiling cheare , My poore deare hart hath flong himselfe to thrall , Looke what a mirthfull countenance he doth beare , Spreading his wings abroad , and ioyes withall : Learne thou corrupted world , learne , heare , and see , Friendships vnspotted true sincerity . I come sweet Turtle , and with my bright wings , I will embrace thy burnt bones as they lye , I hope of these another Creature springs , That shall possesse both our authority : I stay to long , ô take me to your glory , And thus I end the Turtle Doues true story . Finis . R. C. Pellican . VVHat wondrous hart-grieuing spectacle , Hast thou beheld the worlds true miracle ? With what a spirit did the Turtle flye Into the fire , and chearfully did dye ? He look't more pleasant in his countenance Within the flame , then when he did aduance , His pleasant wings vpon the naturall ground , True perfect loue had so his poore heart bound , The Phoenix Natures deare adopted child , With a pale heauy count'nance , wan and mild , Grieu'd for to see him first possesse the place , That was allotted her , her selfe to grace , And followes cheerfully her second turne , And both together in that fire do burne . O if the rarest creatures of the earth , Because but one at once did ere take breath Within the world , should with a second he , A perfect forme of loue and amitie Burne both together , what should there arise , And be presented to our mortall eyes , Out of the fire , but a more perfect creature ? Because that two in one is put by Nature , The one hath giuen the child inchaunting beautie , The other giues it loue and chastitie : The one hath giuen it wits rarietie , The other guides the wit most charily : The one for vertue doth excell the rest , The other in true constancie is blest . If that the Phoenix had bene separated , And from the gentle Turtle had bene parted , Loue had bene murdred in the infancie , Without these two no loue at all can be . Let the loue wandring wits but learne of these , To die together , so their griefe to ease : But louers now adayes do loue to change , And here and there their wanton eyes do range ▪ Not pleased with one choise , but seeking many , And in the end scarce is content with any : Loue now adayes is like a shadowed sight , That shewes it s●lfe in Pho●hus golden light , But if in kindnesse you do striue to take it , Fades cleane away , and you must needs for sake it . Louers are like the leaues with Winter shoken , Brittle like glasse , that with one fall is broken . O fond corrupted age , when birds shall show The world their dutie , and to let men know That no sinister chaunce should hinder loue , Though as these two did , deaths arrest they proue . I can but mourne with sadnesse and with griefe , Not able for to yeeld the world reliefe , To see these two consumed in the fire , Whom Loue did copulate with true desire : But in the worlds wide eare I meane to ring The fame of this dayes wondrous offring , That they may sing in notes of Chastitie , The Turtle and the Phoenix amitie . Conclusion . GEntle conceiuers of true meaning Wit , Let good Experience iudge what I haue writ , For the Satyricall fond applauded vaines , Whose bitter worme-wood spirite in some straines , Bite like the Curres of Aegypt those that loue them , Let me alone , I will be loth to moue them , For why , when mightie men their wit do proue , How shall I least of all expect their loue ? Yet to those men I gratulate some paine , Because they touch those that in art do faine ▪ But those that haue the spirit to do good , Their whips will will neuer draw one drop of bloud : To all and all in all that view my labour , Of euery iudging sight I craue some fauour At least to reade , and if you reading find , A lame leg'd staffe , t is lamenesse of the mind That had no better skill : yet let it passe , For burdnous lodes are set vpon an Asse . From the sweet fire of perfumed wood , Another princely Phoenix vpright stood : Whose feathers purified did yeeld more light , Then her late burned mother out of sight , And in her heart restes a perpetuall loue , Sprong from the bosome of the Turtle-Doue . Long may the new vprising bird increase , Some humors and some motions to release , And thus to all I offer my deuotion , Hoping that gentle minds accept my motion . Finis . R. C. Cantoes Alphabet-wise to faire Phoenix made by the Paphian Doue . A. 1. A Hill , a hill , a Phoenix seekes a Hill ; A promontorie top , a stately Mountaine , A Riuer , where poore soule she dippes her bill , And that sweete siluer streame is Natures fountaine , Accomplishing all pleasures at her will : Ah , be my Phoenix , I will be thy Doue , And thou and I in secrecie will loue . B. 2. Blaze not my loue , thou Herald of the day , Blesse not the mountaine tops with my sweet shine , Beloued more I am then thou canst say , Blessed and blessed be that Saint of mine , Balme , honie sweet , and honor of this Clime : Blotted by things vnseene , belou'd of many , But Loues true motion dares not giue to any . C. 3. Chastnesse farewell , farewell the bed of Glorie , Constraint adew , thou art loues Enemie , Come true Report , make of my Loue a Storie , Cast lots for my poore heart , so thou enioy me , Come come sweet Phoenix , I at length do claime thee , Chaste bird , too chaste , to hinder what is willing , Come in mine armes and we le not sit a billing . D. 4. Deuout obedience on my knees I profer , Delight matcht with delight , if thou do craue it , Denie not gentle Phoenix my sweet offer , Despaire not in my loue , for thou shalt haue it , Damne not the soule to woe if thou canst saue it : Doues pray deuoutly , O let me request , Delicious loue to build within thy nest . E. 5. Enuie is banisht , do not thou despaire , Euill motions tempt thee sooner then the good : Enrich thy beautie that art fam'd for faire , Euery thing 's silent to conioyne thy blood , Esteeme the thing that cannot be withstood : Esteeme of me , and I will lend thee fire , Euen of mine owne to fit thy sweet desire . F. 6. Faint harted soule , why dost thou die thy cheekes , Fearf●ll of that which will reuiue thy sence , Faith and obedience thy sweet mercy seekes , Friends plighted war with thee I will commence , Feare not at all , t is but sweet Loues offence , Fit to be done , so doing t is not seene , Fetcht from the ancient records of a Queene . G. 7. Gold beautifying Phoenix , I must praise thee , Granut gracious heauens a delightsome Muse , Giue me old Homers spirit , and I le raise thee , Gracious in thought do not my Loue refuse , Great map of beauty make thou no excuse , Gainst my true louing spirit do not carpe , Grant me to play my Sonnet on thy Harpe . H. 8. Health to thy vertues , health to all thy beauty , Honour attend thy steps when thou art going , High heauens force the birds to owe thee duty ; Hart-groning care to thee still stands a woing , Haue pitty on him Phoenix for so doing : Helpe his disease , and cure his malady , Hide not thy secret glory least he die . I. 9. I Loue , ô Loue how thou abusest me , I see the fire , and warme me with the flame , I note the errors of thy deity : In Vestas honor , Venus lusts to tame , I in my humors yeeld thee not a name , I count thee foolish , 〈◊〉 Adultrous boy , I touch the sweete , but cannot tast the ioy . K. 10. Kisses are true loues pledges , kisse thy deare Turtle , Keepe not from him the secrets of thy youth : Knowledge he 'le teach thee vnder a greene spred Mirtle ▪ Kend shalt thou be of no man , of my truth , Know first the motion , when the life ensueth : Knocke at my harts dore , I will be thy porter , So thou wilt let me enter in thy dorter . L. 11. Loue is my great Aduotrix , at thy shrine Loue pleads for me , and from my tongue doth say , Lie where thou wilt , my hart shall sleepe with thine , Lamenting of thy beauty fresh as May , Looke Phoenix to thy selfe do not decay : Let me but water thy dead saplesse floure , Loue giues me hope t' will flourish in an houre . M. 12. Make not a Iewell of nice Chastity , Muster and summon all thy wits in one , My heart to thee sweares perfect constancy : Motions of zeale are to be thought vpon , Marke how thy time is ouerspent , and gone , Mis-led by folly , and a kind of feare , Marke not thy beauty so my dearest deare . N. 13. Note but the fresh bloom'd Rose within her pride , ( No Rose to be compared vnto thee ) Nothing so soone vnto the ground will slide , Not being gathered in her chiefest beauty , Neglecting time it dies with infamy : Neuer be coy , lest whil'st thy leaues are spred , None gather thee , and then thy grace is dead . O. 14. O looke vpon me , and within my brow , Officious motions of my hart appeares , Opening the booke of Loue , wherein I vow , Ouer thy shrine to shed continuall teares : O no , I see my Phoenix hath no Eares , Or if she haue Eares , yet no Eyes to see ▪ O all disgraced with continuall follie . P. 15. Proud Chastity , why dost thou seeke to wrong Phoenix my Loue , with l●ssons too precise ? Pray thou for me , and I will make a song , Pend in thine honor , none shall equalize , Possesse not her , whose beauty charmes mine eyes , Plead , sue , and seeke , or I will banish thee , Her body is my Castle and my fee. Q. 16. Question not Phoenix why I do adore thee , Quite captiuate and prisner at thy call , Quit me with Loue againe , do not abhor me , Queld downe with hope as subiugate to thrall , Quaild will I neuer be despight of all ; Quaking I stand before thee , still expecting Thine owne consent , our ioyes to be effecting . R. 17. Remember how thy beauty is abused , Ract on the tenter-hookes of foule disgrace , Riuers are dry , and must be needs refused , Restore new water in that dead founts place , Refresh thy feathers , beautifie thy face : Reade on my booke , and there thou shalt behold Rich louing letters printed in fine gold . S. 18. Shame is ashamed to see thee obstinate , Smiling at thy womanish conceipt , Swearing that honor neuer thee begat , Sucking in poyson for a sugred baite , Singing thy pride of beauty in her height : Sit by my side , and I will sing to thee Sweet ditties of a new fram'd harmony . T. 19. Thou art a Turtle wanting of thy mate , Thou crok'st about the groues to find thy Louer , Thou fly'st to woods , and fertile plaines dost hate : Thou in obliuion dost true vertue smother , To thy sweet selfe thou canst not find another : Turne vp my bosome , and in my pure hart , Thou shalt behold the Turtle of thy smart . V. 20. Vpon a day I sought to scale a Fort , Vnited with a Tower of sure defence ; Vncomfortable trees did marre my sport , Vnlucky Fortune with my woes expence , Venus with Mars would not sweet war commence , Vpon an Alter would I offer Loue , And Sacrifice my soule poore Turtle Doue . W. 21. Weepe not my Phoenix , though I daily weepe , Woe is the Herald that declares my tale , Worthy thou art in Venus lap to sleepe , Wantonly couered with God Cupids vale , With which he doth all mortall sence ●●hale : Wash not thy cheekes , vnles●e I sit by thee , To dry them with my sighes immediatly . X. 22. Xantha faire Nimph ; resemble not in Nature , Xantippe Loue to patient Socrates , Xantha my Loue is a more milder creature , And of a Nature better for to please : Xantippe thought her true Loue to disease , But my rare Phoenix is at last well pleas'd , To cure my passions , passions seldome eas'd . Y. 23. Yf thou haue pitty , pitty my complaining , Yt is a badge of Vertue in thy sexe , Yf thou do kill me with thy coy disdaining , Yt will at length thy selfe-will anguish vexe , And with continuall sighes thy selfe perplexe : I le helpe to bring thee wood to make thy fire , If thou wilt giue me kisses for my hire . Z. 24. Zenobia at thy feete I bend my knee , For thou art Queene and Empresse of my hart , All blessed hap and true felicity , All pleasures that the wide world may impart , Befall thee for thy gracious go●d desart : Accept my meaning as it fits my turne , For I with thee to ashes meane to burne . Cantoes Verbally written . 1. Pittie me that dies for thee . PIttie my plainings thou true nurse of pittie , Me hath thy piercing lookes enioynd to sighing , That cannot be redressed , for thy beautie Dies my sad heart , sad heart that 's drown'd with weeping : For what so ere I thinke , or what I doe , Thee with mine eyes , my thoughts , my heart , I woe . 2. My life you saue , if you I haue . My eyes , my hand , my heart seeke to maintaine Life for thy loue , therefore be gracious , You with your kindnesse haue my true heart slaine , Saue my poore life , and be not tyrannous , If any grace do in thy breast remaine , You women haue bene counted amorous ; I pine in sadnesse , all proceeds from thee , Haue me in liking through thy clemencie . 3. Do thou by me , as I by thee . Do not exchange thy loue , le●t in exchanging , Thou beare the burd'nous blot of foule disgrace , By that bad fault are many faults containing , Me still assuring nothing is so base , As in the worlds eye alwayes to be ranging : I sweare sweete Phoenix in this holy case , By all the sacred reliques of true loue , Thee to adore whom I still constant proue . 4. Voutsafe to thinke how I do pine , In louing thee that art not mine . Voutsafe with splendor of thy gracious looke , To grace my passions , passions still increasing : Thinke with thy selfe how I thy absence brooke , How day by day , my plaints are neuer ceasing , I haue for thee all companies forsooke ; Do thou reioyce , and in reioycing say , Pine nere so much I le take thy griefe away . In that great gracing word shalt thou be counted Louing to him , that is thy true sworne louer , Thee on the stage of honor haue I mounted , That no base mistie cloud shall euer couer : Art thou not faire ? thy beautie do not smother ; Not in thy flouring youth , but still suppose Mine owne to be , my neuer dying Rose . 5. My destinie to thee is knowne , Cure thou my smart , I am thine owne . My time in loues blind idlenesse is spent , Destinie and Fates do will it so , To Circes charming tongue mine eare I lent , Thee louing that dost wish my ouerthrow : Is not this world wrapt in inconstancie , Knowne to most men as hels miserie ? Cure of my wound is past all Phisickes skill , Thou maist be gracious , at thy very looke My wounds will close , that would my bodie kill , Smart will b● easde that could no plaisters brooke ; I of my Phoenix being quite forsooke , Am like a man that nothing can fulfill : Thine euer-piercing eye of force will make me , Owne heart , owne loue , that neuer will forsake thee . 6. Ore my heart your eyes do idolatrize . Ore the wide world my loue-layes I le be sending , My loue-layes in my Loues praise alwayes written , Heart-comfortable motions still attending , Your beautie and your vertuous zeale commending , Eyes that no frosts-cold-rage hath euer bitten : Do you then thinke that I in Loues hot fire , Idolatrize and surphet in desire . 7. I had rather loue though in vaine that face , Then haue of any other grace . I being forc'd to carrie Venus shield , Had rather beare a Phoenix for my crest , Rather then any bird within the field , Loue tels me that her beautie is the best : Though some desire faire Vestas Turtle-doue , In my Birds bosome resteth perfect loue . Vaine is that blind vnskilfull herauldrie , That will not cause my bird that is so rare , Face all the world for her rarietie , Then who with her for honor may compare ? Haue we one like her for her pride of beautie , Of all the feathered Quier in the aire ? Any but vnto her do owe their dutie : Other may blaze , but I will alwaies say , Grace whom thou list , she beares the palme away . 8. What euer fall , I am at call . What thunder stormes of enuie shall arise , Euer to thee my heart is durable , Fall fortunes wheele on me to tyrrannize , I will be alwayes found inexorable : Am I not then to thee most stable ? At morne , midnight , and at mid-dayes sunne , Call when thou wilt , my deare , to thee I le runne . 9. I had rather loue , though in vaine that face , Then haue of any other grace , I now do wish my loue should be relieued , Had I my thoughts in compasse of my will , Rather then liue and surfeit being grieued , Loue in my breast doth wondrous things fulfill , Though loues vnkindnesse many men do kill , In her I trust , that is my true sworne louer , Vaine he doth write that doth her vertues smother . That she is faire , Nature her selfe alloweth , Face full of beauty , eyes resembling fire , Then my pure hart to loue thy hart still voweth , Haue me in fauour for my good desire , Of holy loue , Loues Temple to aspire ; An● but thee my thoughts will here require , Other sweet motions now I will conceale Grace these rude lines that my hearts thoughts reueale , 10. Disgrace not me , in louing thee . Disgrace be banisht from thy heauenly brow , Not entertained of thy piercing eie , Me thy sweete lippes , a sweet touch will allow , In thy faire bosome would I alwayes lie , Louing in such a downe-bed to be placed , Thee for to please , my selfe for euer graced . 11. I had rather loue though in vaine that face , Then haue of any other grace . I liue enricht with gi●ts of great content , Had my desires the guerdon of good will , Rather then taste of Fortunes fickle bent , Loue bids me die , and scorne her witlesse skill , Though Loue command , Despaire doth stil attend , I● hazard proues oft times but doubtfull end . Vaine is the loue encountred with denayes , That yeelds but griefe , where grace should rather grow , Face full of furie , voide of curteous praise : Then since all loue consists of weale and woe , Haue still in mind , that loue deserues the best , Of hea●ts the touchstone , inward motions louing , Any that yeelds the fruite of true-loues rest , Other I loue vnworthie of commending , Grac'd with bare beautie , beautie most offending . 12. My selfe and mine , are alwayes thine . My care to haue my blooming Rose not wither , Selfe-louing Enuie shall it not denie , And that base weed thy growth doth seeke to hinder , Mine hands shall pull him vp immediatly , Are they not enuious monsters in thine eie , Alwayes with vaine occasions to inclose Thine euer growing beautie , like the Rose ? 13. The darting of your eies , may heale or wound , Let not empiring lookes my heart confound . The ey-bals in your head are Cupids fire , Darting such hot sparkles at my brest , Of force I am enthrald , and do desire Your gracious loue , to make me happie blest : Eyes , lippes , and tongue haue caused my vnrest , May I vnto the height of grace aspire , Heale my sicke heart with loues great griefe opprest , Or if to fire thou wilt not yeeld such fuell , Wound me to death , and so be counted cruell . Let the wide ope-mouth'd world slaunder the guiltie , Not my dead Phoenix , that doth scorne such shame , Empiring honor blots such infamie , Lookes dart away the blemish of that name ; My thoughts prognosticate thy Ladies pittie : Hearts-ease to thee , this counsell will I giue , Confound thy foes , but let true louers liue . 14. You are my ioy , be not so coy . You best belou'd , you honor of delight , Are the bright shining Starre that I adore , My eyes like Watchmen gaze within the night , Ioy fils my heart when you do shine before , Be not disgrasiue to thy friend therefore : Too glorious are thy lookes to entertaine Coy thoughts , fell peeuish deeds , our base disdaine . 15. For you I die , being absent from mine eye . For all the holy rites that Venus vseth , You I coniure to true obedience : I offer faith , which no kind hart refuseth , Die periur'd Enuie for thy late offence , Being enamored of rich Beauties pride , Absent , I freeze in Winters pining cold , From thee I sit , as if thou hadst denide , My loue-sicke passions twentie times retold : Eye-dazling Mistris , with a looke of pittie , Grace my sad Song , and my hearts pining Dittie . 16. Send me your heart , to ease my smart . Send but a glaunce of amours from thine eie , Me will it rauish with exceeding pleasure , Your eye-bals do enwrap my destinie , Heart sicke with sorrow , sorrow out of measure , To thinke vpon my loues continuall ●olly : Ease thou my paine from pitties golden treasure ; My griefe proceeds from thee , and I suppose Smart of my smart , will my lifes bloud inclose . 17. Seeing you haue mine , let me haue thine . Seeing my passions are so penetrable , You of all other should be pittifull , Haue mind of me , and you 'le be fauourable , Mine hart doth tell me you are mercifull , Let my harts loue be alwayes violable , Me haue you found in all things dutifull , Haue me in fauour , and thy selfe shalt see , Thine and none others , will I all wayes be . 18. Within thy brest , my hart doth rest . Within the cir●uit of a Christall spheare , Thy eyes are plast , and vnderneath those eyes , Brest of hard flint , eares that do scorne to heare My dayes sad gronings , and night waking cries , Hart sore sicke passions , and Loues agonies , Doth it become thy beauty ? no , a staine Rests on thy bright brow wrinckled with disdaine . 19. O let me heare , from thee my deare . O tongue thou hast blasphem'd thy holy Goddesse , Let me do penance for offending thee , Me do thou blame for my forgetfulnesse : Heare my submission , thou wilt succor me : From thy harts closet commeth gentlenesse , Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency , My hart is sorrie , and I le bite my tongue , Deare that to thee , to thee I offred wrong . 20. My Phoenix rare , is all my care . My life , my hart , my thoughts , I dedicate , to thee , Phoenix of all beauty , Rare things in hart of thee I meditate , Is it not time , I come to shew my duty ? All fauors vnto thee I consecrate , My goods , my lands , my selfe , and all is thine , Care those that list , so thou faire bird be mine . 21. I would I might , be thy delight . I wish for things , would they might take effect , Would they might end , and we enioy our pleasure , I vow I would not proffred time neglect , Might I but gather such vnlook't for treasure , Be all things enuious I would the respect , Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule , Delight matcht with delight , doth me controule . 22. If I you haue , none else I craue . If adoration euer were created , I am a Maister of that holy Art , You my aduotrix , whom I haue admired , Haue of my true deuotion bore a part : None but your selfe may here be nominated , Else would my tongue my true obedience thwart : I cannot flatter , Loue will not allow it , Craue thou my hart , on thee I will bestow it . 23. Be you to me , as I to thee . Bee the poore Bee , sucke hony from the flower , You haue a spacious odoriferous field , To tast all moysture , where in sweet Floras bower ▪ Me shall you find submissiuely to yeeld , As a poore Captiue looking for the hower ; I may haue gracious lookes , else am I kild , To dye by you were l●fe , and yet thy shame , Thee would the wide world hate ▪ ●y ●olly blame . 24. You are the first , in whom I trust . You in your bosome hauing plac'd a light , Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet , The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night , First to the shore , where I may set my feet In safegard , void of Dangers cruell spight , Whom in disgrace Loue and fel Enuie meet , I muster vp my spirits , and they flie ; Trust of thy faith controules mine enemie . 25. You are the last my loue shall taste . You standing on the tower of hope and feare , Are timerous of selfe-will foolishnesse , The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare ▪ Last can it not , t is womans peeuishnesse , My kind affections can it not forbeare , Loue tels me that t is bred in idlenesse , Shall such occasion hinder thee or me ? Taste first the fruit , and then commend the tree . 26. If you I had , I should be glad . If the Sunne shine , the haruest man is glad , You are my Sunne , my dayes delight some Queene , I am your haruest laborer almost mad , Had I not my glorious commet seene , I wish that I might sit within thy shade , Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade : Be not Narcissus , but be alwaies kind , Glad to obtain the thing thou neare couldst find . 27. Though place be far , my heart is nar . Though thou my Doue from me be separated , Place , nor the distance shall not hinder me , Be constant for a while , thou maist be thwarted , Far am I not , I le come to succour thee . My heart and thine , my sweet shall nere be parted , Heart made of loue , and true simplicitie : Is not Loue lawlesse , full of powerfull might ? Nar to my heart that still with Loue doth fight . 28. My thoughts are dead , cause thou art sped . My inward Muse can sing of nought but Loue , Thoughts are his Heralds , flying to my breast Are entertained , if they thence remoue , Dead shall their master be , and in vnrest ; Cause all the world thy hatred to reproue , Thou art that All-in-all that I loue best : Art thou then cruell ? no thou canst not be Sped with so foule a fi●nd as Crueltie . 29. I send my heart to thee , where gladly I would be . I of all other am faire Venus thrall , Send me but pleasant glances of thine eie , My soule will leape with ioy and dance withall , Heart of my heart , and soules felicitie : To beauties Queene my heart is sanctified , Thee aboue all things haue I deified . Where is Affections ? fled to Enuies cau● ? Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie , I from ●oul● bondage will my Phoenix saue , Would she in loue require my courtesie , Be louing as thou art faire , else shall I sing , Thy beautie a poisnous bitter thing . 30. If you me iust haue knowne , Then take me for your owne . If you be faire , why should you be vnkind ? You haue no perfect reason for the s●●e , Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find Iust measure at my hands , but you to blame , Haue from the deepest closet of your heart , Knowne my pure thoughts , and yet I pine in smart . Then in the deepest measure of pure loue , Take pittie on the sad sicke pining soule , Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue , For in my bosomes chamber , I enroule Your deepe loue-darting eie , and still will be Owne of your owne , despight extremitie . 31. My heart I send , to be your friend . My deare soules comfort , and my hopes true solace , Heart of my heart , and my liues secret ioy , I in conceit do thy sweete selfe embrace , Send cloudie exhalations cleane away To the blind mistie North , there for to stay : Be thou my arbour and my dwelling place , Your armes the circling folds that shall enclose me , Friend me with this , and thou shalt neuer lose me . 32. I haue no loue , but you my Doue . I pine in sadnesse , and in sad songs singing Haue spent my time , my ditties harsh and ill , No sight but thy faire sight would I be seeing : Loue in my bosome keepes his castle still , But being disseuered I sit alwayes pining , You do procure me Niobes cup to fill , My dutie yet remembred I dare proue , Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue , 34. I will not change , though some be strange . I cannot stir one foote from Venus gate , Will you come sit , and beare me company ? Not one but you can make me fortunate : Change when thou wilt , it is but cruelty , Though vnto women it is giuen by fate , Some gentle minds these ranging thoughts do hates Be thou of that mind , else I will conclude , Strange hast thou alter'd Loue , to be so rude . Thoughts keepe me waking . Thoughts like the ayrie puffing of the wind , Keepe a sweet faining in my Loue-sicke brest , Me still assuring that thou art most kind , Waking in pleasure , sleeping sure in rest : That no sleepes dreamings , nor no waking cries , To our sweet louing thoughts , sweet rest denies . Seeing that my hart made choise of thee , Then frame thy selfe to comfort me . Seeing Loue is pleas'd with Loues enamor'd ioyes , That Fortune cannot crosse sweet Cupids will , My Loues content , not with fond wanton toyes : Hart of my hart doth Loues vnkindnesse kill , Made by fond tongues vpbraiding hurtfull skill : Choise now is fram'd to further all annoyes : Of all sweete thoughts , of all sweete happie rest , Thee haue I chose , to make me three times blest . Then let our holy true aspiring loue , Frame vs the sweetest musicke of Desire : Thy words shall make true concord , and remoue Selfe-will it selfe , for Venus doth require To be acquainted with thy beauties fire : Comfort my heart , for comfort tels me this , Me hast thou chose of all to be thy blisse . My heart is bound to fauour thee , Then yeeld in time to pittie me . My Phoenix hath two starre-resembling Eyes , Heart full of pittie , and her smiling looke , Is of the Sunnes complexion , and replies , Bound for performance by faire Venus booke To faithfulnesse , which from her nurse she tooke : Fauour in her doth spring , in vertuous praise , Thee Eloquence it selfe shall seeke to raise . Then in performance of this gracious right , Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer , In recompence how I haue lou'd thy sight , Time shall from time to time to thee disco●er : To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might , Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart , Me promising to cure a curelesse smart . I ioy to find a constant mind . I am encompast round about with ioy , Ioy to enioy my sweete , for she protesteth To comfort me that languish in annoy , Find ease if any sorrow me molesteth , A happie ma● that such a loue possesseth : Constant in words , and alwayes vowes to loue me , Mind me she will , but yet she dares not proue me . My heart by hope doth liue , Desire no ioy doth giue . My loue and dearest life to thee I consecrate , Heart of my hearts deare treasure , for I striue By thy deuinenesse too deuine to nominate , Hope of approued faith in me must thriue : Doth not the God of Loue that 's most deuine , Liue in thy bosomes closet and in mine ? Desire to that vnspeakable delight , No sharpe conceited wit can nere set downe , Ioy in the world to worldly mens ey-sight , Doth but ignoble thy imperiall crowne : Giue thou the onset and the foe will flie , Amazed at thy great commanding beautie . Death shall take my life away , Before my friendship shall decay . Death that heart-wounding Lord , sweet louers foe , Shall lay his Ebone darts at thy faire feete , Take them into thy hand and worke my woe , My woe that thy minds anguish will regreet : Life , hart , ioy , greeting and all my pleasure , Away are gone and fled from my deare treasure . Before one staine shal blot thy scarlet die , My bloud shall like a fountaine wash the place , Friendship it selfe knit with mortality , Shall thy immortall blemish quite disgrace : Decay shall all the world , my Loue in thee Shall liue vnstain'd , vntoucht perpetually . Let truth report what hart I beare , To her that is my dearest deare . Let not foule pale-fac'd Enuy be my foe , Truth must declare my spotlesse loyalty , Report vnto the world shall plainely show What hart deare Loue I alwayes bore to thee , Hart fram'd of perfect Loues sincerity : I cannot flatter , this I plainely say , Beare with false words , I le beare the blame away . To change in loue is a base simple thing , Her name will be ore stain'd with periu●y , That doth delight in nothing but dissembling ? Is it not shame so for to wrong faire beauty , My true approued toung must answer I Dearest beware of this , and learne of me , Deare is that Loue combin'd with Chastity . Seene hath the eye , chosen hath the hart : Firme is the faith , and loth to depart . Seene in all learned arts is my beloued , Hath anie one so faire a Loue as I ? The stony-hearted sauage hath she moued , Eye for her eye tempts blushing chastitie , Chosen to make their nine a perfect ten , Hath the sweet Muses honored her agen . The bright-ey'd wandring world doth alwaies seeke , Heart-curing comfort doth proceed from thee , Firme trust , pure thoughts , a mind that 's alwayes meeke , Is the true Badge of my loues Soueraigntie : The honor of our age , the onely faire , Faiths mistris , and Truths deare adopted heire . And those that do behold thy heauenly beautie , Loth to forsake thee , spoile themselues with gazing , To thee all humane knees proffer their dutie , Depart they will not but with sad amazing : To dimme their ey-sight looking gainst the sunne , Whose hot reflecting beames will neare be donne . No woe so great in loue , not being heard , No plague so great in loue , being long deferd . No tongue can tell the world my hearts deepe anguish , Woe , and the minds great perturbation So trouble me , that day and night I languish , Great cares in loue seeke my destruction : In all things gracious , sauing onely this , Loue is my foe , that I account my blisse . Not all the world could profer me disgrace , Being maintained fairest faire by thee , Hard-fortune shall thy seruant nere outface , No stormes of Discord should discomfort me : Plague all the world with frownes my Turtle-do●● , So that thou smile on me and be my loue . Great Mistris , matchlesse in thy soueraigntie , In lue and recompence of my affection , Loue me againe , this do I beg of thee , Being bound by Cupids kind direction : Long haue I su'd for grace , yet stil I find , Deferd I am by her that 's most vnkind . And if my loue shall be releeu'd by thee , My heart is thine , and so account of me . And yet a stedfast hope maintaines my hart , If anie fauour fauourably proceede My deare from thee , the curer of my smart , Loue that easeth minds opprest with neede , Shall be the true Phisition of my griefe , Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'st r●liefe . By all the holy rites that Loue adoreth , Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any , My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth , Heart freed from any one , then freed from many : Is it not base to change ? yea so they say , Thine owne confession loue denies delay . And by the high imperiall seate of Iou● , So am I forc'd by Cupid for to sweare , Account I must of thee my Turtl●-do●e , Of thee that Times long memorie shall outwe●re : Me by thy stedfast truth and faith denying , To promise any hope on thee relying . My passions are a hell and death to me , Vnlesse you feele remorce and pitie me . My sweetest thoughts sweet loue to thee I send , Passions deeply ingrafted , vnremouable Are my affections , and I must commend A stedfast trust in thee most admirable : Hell round enwraps my bodie by disdaine , And then a heauen if thou loue againe . Death haunts me at the heeles , yet is affraid , To touch my bosome , knowing thou lou'st me , Me sometimes terrifying by him b●traid , Vnlesse sweete helpfull succour come from thee : You well I know , the honor of mine eie , Feele some remorcefull helpe in miserie . Remorce sits on thy brow triumphantly , And smiles vpon my face with gentle cheere ; Pittie , loues gracious mother dw●ls in thee , Me fauouring , abandoning base feare , Death is amazed , viewing of thy beautie , Thinking thy selfe perfect eternitie . My purest loue doth none but thee adore , My beartie thoughts ar● ' thine , I loue no more . My comfortable sweete approued Mistris , Purest of all the pure that nature framed , Loue in the height of all our happinesse , Doth tell me that thy vertues are not named : None can giue forth thy constancie approued , But I that tride thy faith , my best beloued . Thee in the temple of faire Venus shrine Adore I must , and kneele vpon my knee , My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine , Heartie in kindnesse , yeelding vnto me : Thoughts the much-great disturbers of our rest Are fled , and lodge in some vnquiet brest . Thine euer vnremou'd and still kept word , I pondred oftentimes within my mind : Loue told me that thou neuer wouldst afford , None other grace but that which I did find , More comfortable did this sound in mine eare , Then sweete releasement to a man in feare . I do resolue to loue no loue but thee , Therefore be kind , and fauour none but me . I sometime sitting by my selfe alone , Do meditate of things that are ensuing , Resolue I do that thou must end my mone , To strengthen Loue if loue should be declining . Loue in thy bosome dwels , and tels me still , No enuious stormes shall thwart affections will. Loue hath amaz'd the world , plac'd in thy brow , But yet slauish disdaine seekes for to crosse Thee and my selfe , that haue combin'd our vow , Therefore that monster cannot worke our losse : Be all the winds of Anger bent to rage , Kind shalt thou find me , thus my hart I gage . And from my faith that 's vnremoueable , Fauour be seated in thy maiden eie , None can receiue it loue more acceptable But I my selfe , waiting thy pittying mercie : Me hast thou made the substance of delight , By thy faire sunne-resembling heauenly sight . Ah quoth she , but where is true Loue ? Where quoth he ? where you and I loue . I quoth she , were thine like my loue . Why quoth he , as you loue I loue . Ah thou imperious high commaun●ing Lord , ( Quoth he ) to Cupid gentle god of Loue , He that I honor most will not accord , But striues against thy Iustice from aboue , Where I haue promist faith , my plighted word Is quite refused with a base reproue : True louing honour this I onely will thee , Loue thy true loue , or else false loue will kill me . Where shall I find a heart that 's free from guile ? Quoth Faithfulnesse , within my louers brest ▪ He at these pleasing words began to smile , Where Anguish wrapt his thoughts in much vnrest : You did with pretie tales the time beguile , And made him in conceited pleasure blest , I grac'd the words spoke with so sweet a tong , Loue being the holy burden of your song . I grac'd your song of Loue , but by the way ▪ ( Quoth true Experience , ) sit and you shall see , She will enchaunt you with her heauenly lay : Were you fram'd all of heauenly Pollicie , Thine eares should drinke the poison of Delay , Like as I said , so did it proue to be , My Mistris beautie grac'd my Mistris song , Loue pleasd more with her Eyes then with her Tong. Why then in deepenesse of sweete Loues delight , Quoth she , the perfect Mistris of Desire , He that I honor most bard from my sight , As a bright Lampe kindles Affections fire : You Magicke operations worke your spight , Loue to the mountaine top of will aspires : I chalenge all in all , and this I sing , Loue is a holy Saint , a Lord , a King. Ah Loue , where is thy faith in sweete loue ? Why loue where hearts conioyne in true loue : Why then my heart hopes of thy Loues loue , Else let my heart be plagu'd with false loue . Why art thou strange to me my Deare ? Not strange when as I loue my deare : But thou esteem'st not of thy deare . Yes when I know my dearest deare . Why is my Loue so false to me ? My loue is thine if thou lou'st me : Thee I loue , else none contents me . If thou lou'st me , it not repents me . Ah quoth he , wher 's faith in sweete loue ? Why quoth she , conioynd in true loue . Ah quoth he , I hope of thy loue : Else quoth she , I le die a false loue . Ah my Deare , why dost thou kill me ? No my deare , Loue doth not will me . Then in thine arme● thou shalt enfould me . I , my deare , there thou shalt hold me : And holding me betweene thine armes , I shall embrace sweete Louers Charmes . Though death from life my bodie part , Yet neare the lesse keepe thou my hart . Though some men are inconstant , fond , and ●ickle , Deaths as●ie count'nance shall not alter me : From glasse they take their substance being brittle ▪ Life , Heart , and Hand shall awaies fauour thee , My Pen shall write thy vertues registrie , Bodie conioyn'd with bodie , free from strife , Part not in sunder till we part our life . Yet my soules life to my deare lifes concluding , Nere let Absurditie that villaine , theefe , The monster of our time , mens praise deriding , Lesse in perseuerance , of small knowledge chiefe , Keep the base Gate to things that are excelling , Thou by faire vertues praise maist yeeld reliefe , My lines are thine , then tell Absurditie , Hart of my deare , shall blot his villanie . Where hearts agree , no strife can be . Where faithfulnesse vnites it selfe with loue , Hearts pin'd with sorrow cannot disagree : Agree they must of force , for from aboue No wind oppressing mischiefe may we see : Strife is quite banisht from our companie . Can I be sad ? no , Pleasure bids me sing , Be blessed , for sweete Loue 's a happie thing . Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne , Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne . Thy true vnspeakable fidelitie . Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother , My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie : Loue thee alone I will , and loue none other , And if thou find not my loues secrecie , Heart fa●oting thee , then do thou Fancie smother . Hath all the world such a true Bird as I , Wonne to this fauour by my constancie ? Till that leane fleshles cripple , pale-fac'd Death , Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart , Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath : Hath any loue such a firme constant heart ? It is thine owne , vnlesse thou keepe it still Vndone shall I be , cleane against my will. Time shall tell thee , how well I loue thee , Time the true proportioner of things , Shall in the end shew my affection , Tell thee from whence all these my passions spring ▪ Thee honoring that of loue haue made election : How often I haue made my offerings , Well knowne to Venus and her louely sonne , I to the wide world shall my passions runne : Loue is a Lord of hearts , a great Commander , Thee chalenging to be my chiefe defender . Most deuine and sacred , Haue I found your loue vnspotted . Most reuerend Mistris honor of mine eie , Deuine , most holy in religious loue , And Lord it selfe of my hearts emperi● , Sacred in thoughts admitted from aboue , Haue in remembrance what affection willeth : I it reuiues the mind , and the mind killeth . Found haue I written in your skie-like brow , Your neuer ceasing kind humilitie , Loue for your sake to me hath made a vow , Vnspotted shall I find your constancie , And without staine , to thy pure stainlesse beautie , Shall my hearts bosome offer vp his dutie . The want of thee is death to me . The day shall be all night , and night all day , Want of the Sunne and Moone to giue vs light , Of a blacke darknesse , before thy loue will stay Thee from thy pleasure of thy hearts delight . Is not Affection nurse to long Delay ? Deaths Messenger , that barres me from thy sight ? To be in absence , is to burne in fire , Me round enwrapping with hot Loues desire . I loue to be beloued . I do acknowledge of all constant pure , Loue is my true thoughts herrald , and I le sing To be of thy thoughts closet , firme and sure , Be the world still thy vertues deifying : Beloued of the most , yet most of many , Affirme my deare , thou art belou'd of any . I scorne if I be scorned . I being not belou'd by my affection , Scorne within my thoughts such bad disgrace , If thou of me do make thy firme election , I to none other loue will giue my place : Be thou my Saint , my bosomes Lord to proue , Scorned of all , I le be thy truest loue . The heart 's in paine , that loues in vaine . The griefe poore louers feele being not beloued , Hearts anguish , and sad lookes may testifie : In night they sleepe not , and in day perplexed , Paine of this sorrow makes them melancholy , That in disdaine their silly minds are vexed , Loues terror is so sharpe , so strong , so mightie , In all things vnresistable , being aliue , Vaine he resists that gainst loues force doth striue . What greater ioy can be then this , Where loue enioyes each louers wish ? What may we count the world if loue were dead ? Greater in woe , then woe it selfe can be , Ioy from mans secret bosome being fled , Cannot but kill the heart immediatly , Because by ioy the heart is nourished : Then entertaine sweete loue within thy brest , This motion in the end will make thee blest . Where two harts are vnited all in one , Loue like a King , a Lord , a Soueraigne , Enioyes the throne of blisse to sit vpon , Each sad heart crauing aid , by Cupid slaine : Louers be merrie , Loue being dignified , Wish what you will , it shall not be denied . Finis . quoth R. Chester . HEREAFTER FOLLOVV DIVERSE Poeticall Essaies on the former Subiect ; viz : the Turtle and Phoenix . Done by the best and chiefest of our moderne writers , with their names subscribed to their particular workes : neuer before extant . And ( now first ) consecrated by them all generally , to the loue and merite of the true-noble Knight , Sir Iohn Salisburie . Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori . MDCI. INVOCATIO , Ad Apollinem & Pierides . GOod Fate , faire Thespian Deities , And thou bright God , whose golden Eies , Serue as a Mirrour to the siluer Morne , When ( in the height of Grace ) she doth adorne Her Chrystall presence , and inuites The euer-youthfull Bromius to delights , Sprinckling his sute of V●rt with Pearle , And ( like a loose enamour'd Girle ) Ingles his cheeke ; which ( waxing red with shame ) Instincts the senslesse Grapes to do the same , Till by his sweete reflection fed , They gather spirit , and grow discoloured . To your high influence we commend Our following Labours , and sustend Our mutuall palmes , prepar'd to gratulate An honorable friend : then propagate With your illustrate faculties Our mentall powers ; Instruct vs how to rise In weighty Numbers , well pursu'd , And varied from the Multitude : Be lauish once , and plenteously profuse Your holy waters , to our thirstie Muse , That we may giue a Round to him In a Castalian boule , crown'd to the brim . Vatum Chorus . To the worthily honor'd Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie . NOblest of minds , here do the Muses bring Vnto your safer iudgements tast , Pure iuice that flow'd from the Pierian springs , Not filch'd , nor borrow'd , but exhaust By the flame-hair'd Apollos hand : And at his well-obseru'd command , For you infusde in our retentiue braine , ●s now distild thence , through our quilles againe . Value our verse , as you approue the worth ; And thinke of what they are create , No Mercenarie hope did bring them forth , They tread not in that seruile Gate ; But a true Zeale , borne in our spirites , Responsible to your high Merites , And an Inuention , freer then the Times , These were the Parents to our seuerall Rimes , Wherein Kind , Learned , Enuious , al may view , That we haue writ worthy our selues and you . Vatum Chorus . The first . THe siluer Vault of heauen , hath but one Eie , And that 's the Sunne : the foule-maskt-Ladie , Night ( Which blots the Cloudes , the white Booke of the Skie , ) But one sicke Phoebe , feuer-shaking Light : The heart , one string : so , thus in single turnes , The world one Phoenix , till another burnes . The burning . SVppose here burnes this wonder of a breath , In righteous flames , and holy-heated fires : ( Like Musicke which doth rapt it selfe to death , Sweet'ning the inward roome of mans Desires ; ) So she wast's both her wings in p●teous strife ; " The flame that eates her , seedes the others life : Her rare-dead ashes , fill a rare-liue vrne : " One Phoenix borne , another Phoenix burne . Ignoto . LEt the bird of low dest lay , On the sole Arabian tree , Herauld sad and trumpet be : To whose sound chaste wings obay . But thou shriking harbinger , Foule precurrer of the fiend , Augour of the feuers end , To this troupe come thou not neere . From this Session interdict Euery foule of tyrant wing , Saue the Eagle feath'red King , Keepe the obsequie so strict . Let the Priest in Surples white , That defunctiue Musicke can , Be the death-deuining Swan , Lest the Requiem lacke his right . And thou treble dated Crow , That thy sable gender mak'st , With the breath thou giu'st and tak'st , Mongst our mourners shalt thou go . Here the Antheme doth commence , Loue and Constancie is dead , Phoenix and the Turtle fled , In a mutuall flame from hence . So they loued as loue in twaine , Had the essence but in one , Two distincts , Diuision none , Number there in loue was slaine . Hearts remote , yet not asunder ; Distance and no space was seene , Twixt this Turtle and his Queene ; But in them it were a wonder . So betweene them Loue did shine , That the Turtle saw his right , Flaming in the Phoenix sight ; Either was the others mine . Propertie was thus appalled , That the selfe was not the same : Single Natures double name , Neither two nor one was called . Reason in it selfe confounded , Saw Diuision grow together , To themselues yet either neither , Simple were so well compounded ▪ That it cried , how true a twaine , Seemeth this concordant one , Loue hath Reason , Reason none , If what parts , can so remaine . Whereupon it made this Thren● , To the Phoenix and the Doue , Co-supremes and starres of Loue , As Chorus to their Tragique Scene . Threnos . BEautie , Truth , and Raritie , Grace in all simplicitie , Here enclosde , in cinders lie . Death is now the Phoenix nest , And the Turtles loyall brest , To eternitie doth rest . Leauing no posteritie , T was not their infirmitie , It was married Chastitie . Truth may seeme , but cannot be , Beautie bragge , but t is not she , Truth and Beautie buried be . To this vrne let those repaire , That are either true or faire , For these dead Birds , sigh a prayer . William Shake-speare . A narration and description of a most exact wondrous creature , arising out of the Phoenix and Turtle Doues ashes . O T was a mouing Epicedium ! Can Fire ? can Time ? can blackest Fate consume So rare creation ? No ; t is thwart to sence , Corruption quakes to touch such excellence , Nature exclaimes for Iustice , Iustice Fate , Ought into nought can neuer remigrate . Then looke ; for see what glorious issue ( brighter Then clearest fire , and beyond faith farre whiter Then Dians tier ) now springs from yonder flame ? Let me stand numb'd with wonder , neuer came So ●●rong amazement on astonish'd eie As this , this measur●lesse pure Ra●itie . Lo now ; th'●cracture of deuinest Essence ▪ The Soule of heauens labour'd Quintessence , ( Peans to Phoebus ) from deare Louer 's death , Takes sweete creation and all blessing breath . What strangenesse is 't that from the Turtles ashes Assumes such forme ? ( whose splendor clearer flashes , Then mounted Delius ) tell me genuine Muse. Now yeeld your aides , you spirites that infuse A sacred rapture , light my weaker eie : Raise my inuention on swift Phantasie , That whilst of this same Metaphisicall God , Man , nor Woman , but elix'd of all My labouring thoughts , with strained ardor sing , My Muse may mount with an vncommon wing . The description of this Perfection . DAres then thy too audacious sense Presume , define that boundlesse Ens , That amplest thought t●anscendeth ? O yet vouchsafe my Muse , to greete That wondrous rarenesse , in whose sweete All praise begins and endeth . Diuinest Beautie ? that was slightest , That adorn'd this wondrous Brightest , Which had nought to be corrupted . In this , Perfection had no meane To this , Earths purest was vncleane Which vertue euen instructed . By it all Beings deck'd and stained , Ideas that are idly fained Onely here subsist inuested . Dread not to giue strain'd praise at all , No speech is Hyperbolicall , To this perfection blessed . Thus close my Rimes , this all that can be sayd ▪ This wonder neuer can be flattered . To Perfection . A Sonnet . OFt haue I gazed with astonish'd eye , At monstrous issues of ill shaped birth , When I haue seene the Midwife to old earth , Nature produce most strange deformitie ▪ So haue I marueld to obserue of late , Hard fauour'd Feminines so scant of faire , That Maskes so choicely , sheltred of the aire , As if their beauties were not theirs by fate . But who so weake of obseruation , Hath not discern'd long since how vertues wanted , How parcimoniously the heauens haue scanted , Our chiefest part of adornation ? But now I cease to wonder , now I find The cause of all our monstrous penny-showes : Now I conceit from whence wits scarc'●ie growes , Hard fauourd features , and defects of mind . Nature long time hath stor'd vp vertue , fairenesse , Shaping the rest as foiles vnto this Rarenesse . Perfectioni Hymnus . WHat should I call this creature , Which now is growne vnto maturitie ▪ How should I blase this feature As firme and constant as Eternitie ? Call it Perfection ? Fie ! T is perfecter thē brightest names can light it : Call it Heauens mirror ? I. Alas , best attributes can neuer right it . Beauties resistlesse thunder ? All nomination is too straight of sence : Deepe Contemplations wonder ? That appellation giue this excellence ▪ Within all best confin'd , ( Now feebler Genius end thy slighter riming ) No Suburbes * all is Mind As farre from spot , as possible defining . Iohn Marston . Peristeros : or the male Turtle . NOt like that loose and partie-liuer'd Sect Of idle Louers , that ( as different Lights , On colour'd subiects , different hewes reflect ; ) Change their Affections with their Mistris Sight● , That with her Praise , or Dispraise , drowne , or flote , And must be fed with fresh Conceits , and Fashions ; Neuer waxe cold , but die ▪ loue not , but dote : " ( Loues fires , staid Iudgemēts blow , not humo●ous Passions , Whose Loues vpon their Louers pomp depend , And quench as fast as her Eyes sparkle twinkles , " ( Nought lasts that doth to outward worth contend , " Al Loue in smooth browes born is tomb'd in wrinkles . ) But like the consecrated * Bird of loue , Whose whole lifes ●ap to his * sole-mate alluded , Whome no prowd flockes of other Foules could moue , But in her selfe all companie concluded . She was to him th' Analisde World of pleasure , Her firmenesse cloth'd him in varietie ; Excesse of all things , he ioyd in her ●●easure , Mourn'd when she mourn'd , and di●th when she dies ▪ Like him I bound th' instinct of all my powres , In her that bounds the Empire of desert , And Time nor Change ( that all things else deuoures , But truth 〈◊〉 in a constant heart ) Can change me more from her , then her 〈…〉 , That is my forme ▪ and giues my being , sp●rit . George Chapman . Praeludium . WE must sing too ? what Subiect shal we chuse ? Or whose great Name in Poets Heauen vse ▪ For the more Countenance to our Actiue Muse ? Hercules ? alasse his bones are yet sore , With his old earthly Labors ; t' exact more Of his dull Godhead , were Sinne : Le ts implore Phoebus ? No : Tend thy Cart still . Enuious Day Shall not giue out , that we haue made thee stay , And foundred thy hote Teame , to tune our Lay. Nor will we beg of thee , Lord of the Vine , To raise our spirites with thy coniuring Wine , In the greene circle of thy Iuy twine . Pallas , nor thee we call on , Mankind Maide , That ( at thy birth ) mad'st the poore Smith afraide , Who with his Axe thy Fathers Mid-wife plaide . Go , crampe dull Mars , light Ven●s , when he snorts , Or with thy Tribade Trine , inuent new sports , Thou , nor their loosenesse , with our Making sorts . Let the old Boy your sonne ply his old Taske , Turne the stale Prologue to some painted Maske , His Absence in our Verse is all we aske . Hermes the cheater , cannot mixe with vs , Though he would steale his sisters Pegasus , And rifle him ; or pawne his Petasus . Nor all the Ladies of the Thespian Lake , ( Though they were crusht into one forme ) could make A Beauty of that Merit , that should take Our Muse vp by Commission : No , we bring Our owne true Fire ; Now our Thought takes wing , And now an Epode to deepe eares we sing . Epos . " NOt to know Vice at all , and keepe true state , " Is Vertue ; and not Fate : " Next to that Vertue , is , to know Vice well , " And her blacke spight expell . Which to effect ( since no breast is so sure , Or safe , but shee 'l procure Some way of entrance ) we must plant a guard Of Thoughts , to watch and ward At th' Eye and Eare , ( the Ports vnto the Mind ; ) That no strange or vnkind Obiect arriue there , but the Heart ( our spie ) Giue knowledge instantly . To wakefull Reason , our Affections King ▪ Who ( in th'examining ) Will quickly taste the Treason , and commit Close , the close cause of it . " T is the securest Pollicie we haue , " To make our Sense our Slaue . But this faire course is not embrac'd by many ; By many ? scarce by any : For either our Affections do rebell , Or else the Sentinell , ( That shal ring larum to the Heart ) doth sleepe , Or some great Thought doth keepe Backe the Intelligence , and falsely sweares They 'r base , and idle Feares , Whereof the loyall Conscience so complaines . Thus by these subtill traines , Do seuerall Passions still inuade the Mind , And strike our Reason blind : Of which vsurping ranke , some haue thought Loue The first ; as prone to moue Most frequent Tumults , Horrors , and Vnrests , In our enflamed brests . But this doth from their cloud of Error grow , Which thus we ouerblow . The thing they here call Loue , is blind Desire , Arm'd with Bow , Shafts , and Fire ▪ Inconstant like the Sea , of whence 't is borne , Rough , swelling , like a Storme : With whome who sailes , rides on the surge of Feare ▪ And boiles as if he were In a continuall Tempest . Now true Lou● No such effects doth proue : That is an Essence most gentile , and fine . Pure , perfect ; nay diuine : It is a golden Chaine let downe from Heauen , Whose linkes are bright , and euen That fals like Sleepe on Louers ; and combines The soft and sweetest Minds In equal knots : This beares no Brands nor Darts To murder different harts , B●t in a calme and God-like vnitie , Preserues Communitie . O who is he that ( in this peace ) enioyes Th' Elixir of all ioyes ? ( A Forme more fresh then are the Eden bowers , And lasting as her flowers : Richer then Time , and as Times Vertue , ●are , Sober , as saddest Care , A fixed Thought , an Eye vntaught to glance ; ) Who ( blest with such high chance ) Would at suggestion of a steepe Desire , Cast himselfe from the spire Of all his Happinesse ? But soft : I heare Some vicious Foole draw neare , That cries we dreame ; and sweares , there 's no such thing As this chaste Loue we sing . Peace Luxurie , thou art like one of those Who ( being at sea ) suppose Because they moue , the Continent doth so : No ( Vice ) we let thee know , Though thy wild Thoughts with Sparrowes wings do flie , " Turtles can chastly die ; And yet ( in this t' expresse our selfe more cleare ) We do not number here Such Spirites as are onely continent , Because Lusts meanes are spent : Or those , who doubt the common mouth of Fame , And for their Place , or Name , Cannot so safely sinne ; Their Chastitie Is meere Necessitie , Nor meane we those , whom Vowes and Conscience Haue fild with Abstinence : ( Though we acknowledge who can so abstaine , Makes a most blessed gaine : " He that for loue of goodnesse hateth ill , " Is more Crowne-worthy still , " Then he which for sinnes Penaltie forbeares , " His Heart sinnes , though he feares . ) But we propose a person like our Doue , Grac'd with a Phoenix loue : A beauty of that cleare and sparkling Light , Would make a Day of Night , And turne the blackest sorrowes to bright ioyes : Whose Od'rous breath destroyes All taste of Bitternesse , and makes the Ayre As sweete , as she is faire : A Bodie so harmoniously composde , As if Nature disclosde All her best Symmetrie in that one Feature : O , so diuine a Creature Who could be false too ? chiefly when he knowes How onely she bestowes The wealthy treasure of her Loue in him ; Making his Fortunes swim In the full floud of her admir'd perfection ? What sauage , brute Affection , Would not be fearefull to offend a Dame Of this excelling frame ? Much more a noble and right ge●erous Mind , ( To vertuous moodes enclin'd ) That knowes the weight of Guilt : He will refraine From thoughts of such a straine ▪ And to his Sence obiect this Sentence euer , " Man may securely sinne , but safely neuer . Ben : Iohnson . The Phoenix Analysde . NOw , after all , let no man Receiue it 〈◊〉 Fable , If a Bird so amiable , Do turne into a Woman . Or ( by our Turtles Augure ) That Natures fairest Creature , Proue of his Mistris Feature , But a bare Type and Figure . Ode 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . SPlendor ! O more then mortall , For other formes come short all Of her illustrate brigh●nesse , As farre as Sinne 's from lightnesse . Her wit as quicke , and sprightfull As fire ; and more delightfull Then the stolne sports of Louers , When night thei● 〈…〉 Iudgement ( adornd with Learning ) Doth shine in her discerning , Cleare as a naked vestall Closde in an orbe of Christall . Her breath for sweete exceeding The Phoenix place of breeding , But mixt with sound , transcending All Nature of commending . Alas : then whither wade I , In thought to praise this Ladie , When seeking her renowning , My selfe am so neare drowning ? Retire , and say ; Her Graces Are deeper then their Faces : Yet shee 's nor nice to shew them , Nor takes she p●ide to know them . Ben : Iohnson . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A18592-e70 This Alf●ed first deuided England into Shires , being King of No●thumb●rs . Alfred buried in the Cathedrall Church of VVinchester . The Vniuersity of Oxford built by Alfred . This Sore is a Riu●r that runneth by Leicester , called of some Brenber vvater . In this Citie were t●ree famous Churches one of S. Iulius the Martyr , the second of S. Aron : and the other the mother Church of all Demetia . This Belin also build●d a notable Gate in London now called Billings gate & Belins Castle . Lud , father t● Baldud , a man well seen in the Sciences of Astronomie and Necromancie . This Baldud sonne of Lud-Hurdibras , made first the hot Baths at Caerbran , now called Bathe . He also repaired the Citie of Caer l●on , now called Chester . The Citie of Cambridge built in the dayes of Gurguntius the son of Beline , by one Cantaber a Spaniard , brother to Partholony , or as some write by Gorbonian . * * Rithmi gratia . * * Lacus Mi●●ae . * * Cupid . 〈…〉 . Notes for div A18592-e58790 Pittie me that dies for thee . My life you saue , if you I haue . Do thou by me , as I by thee . Voutsafe to thinke how I do pine , In louing thee that art not mine . My destinie to thee is knowne . Cure thou my smart I am thine owne . Ore my heart your eyes do idolatrize . I had rather loue though in Vaine that face , then haue of any other grace . What euer fall , I am at call . I had rather loue though in vaine that face , then haue of any other grace . Disgrace not me in louing thee . I had rather loue tho●gh in vaine that face , then haue of any other grac● . My selfe and mine are alwayes thine The darting of your ●yes may heale ●r wound . Let not empiring lookes my heart confound You are my ioy be not too coy . For you I die , being absent from my eye . Send me your heart to ease my smart . Seeing you haue mine let me haue thine . Within thy brest , my hart doth rest . O let me heare , from thee my deare . My Phoenix Phoenix rare , is all my care I would I might , be thy delight . If I you haue , none else I craue . Be you to me , as I to thee . You are the first , in whom I trust . You are the last , my loue shall taste . If you I had , I should be glad . Though plac● be far , my heart is nar . My thoughts are dead , cause thou art sped . I send my heart to thee . Where gladly I would be . If you me iust haue known , Then take me for your owne . My heart I send , to be your friend . I haue no loue but you my doue . I will not change though some be strange . Thoughts keepe me waking . Seeing that my heart made choise of thee , Then frame thy selfe to comfort me . My heart is bound to fauour thee , Then yeeld in time to pittie me . I ioy to find a constant mind . My heart by hope doth liue . Desire no ioy doth giue . Death shall take my life away . Before my friendship shall decay . Let truth report what heart I beare , To her that is my dearest deare . Seene hath the eie , chosen hath The heart , firme is the faith , And loth to depart . N● woe so great in loue . Not being hard , nor plague so great in loue being long deferd . And if my loue shal be releeu'd by thee , My heart is thine and so account of me . My passions are a hell and death to me , vnlesse you feele remorce and pitti● me . My porest loue doth none but Thee adore , my heartie thoughts are Thine I loue none more . I do resolue to loue no Loue but thee therefore be kind . and fauour none but me . Ah quoth he , but where is true loue ? Where quoth he , where you and I loue , I quoth she were thine like my loue . Why quoth he as you loue I loue . Though death from life my bodie part , Yet nere the lesse keepe thou my heart . Where hearts agree , no strife can be . Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne , Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne . Time shall tell thee , how well I loue thee . Most deuine and sacred haue I found your loue vnspotted The want of thee is death to me . I loue to be beloued . I scorne if I be scorned . The heart 's ●n paine , that loues in vaine . What greater ioy can be then this , Where loue enioyes each louers wish . Notes for div A18592-e82710 * * Differentia Deorum & hominum ( apud Senecam ) sic habet nostri melior pars animus in illis nulla p●rs extra animum . Notes for div A18592-e82940 * * The Turtle . * * The Phoenix . A67233 ---- Certaine serious thoughts which at severall times & upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into verse and now into the publike view from the author [Wyvill coat of arms] Esquire ; together w[i]th a chronologicall table denoeting [sic] the names of such princes as ruled the neighbor states and were con-temporary to our English kings, observeing throughout ye number of yeares w[hi]ch every one of them reigned. Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711. 1647 Approx. 95 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 47 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-11 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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A67233) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 106831) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1113:19) Certaine serious thoughts which at severall times & upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into verse and now into the publike view from the author [Wyvill coat of arms] Esquire ; together w[i]th a chronologicall table denoeting [sic] the names of such princes as ruled the neighbor states and were con-temporary to our English kings, observeing throughout ye number of yeares w[hi]ch every one of them reigned. Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650. Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711. Chronologicall catalogue of such persons as ruled the neighbour-states, and were contemporary to the severall kings of England, since the coming in of the Conqueror. [6], 36, [2], 41-88 p. Printed by F.B. for George Badger and are to be sold at his shop ..., London : 1647. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry. Great Britain -- Kings and rulers -- Chronology. 2004-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-05 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-07 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2004-07 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion CERTAINE Serious Thoughts which at severall times & upon sundry Occasions have stollen themselves into Verse and now into the Publike View from the AVTHOR Esquire . Together w th a Chronologicall table denoeting the names of such Princes as ruled the neighbor States and were con-temporary to our English KINGS , observeing throughout y e number of yeares w ch every one of them reigned . LONDON Printed by F. B. for George Badger and are to be sold at his shop in S t Dunstons Church-yard Fleetstreet . W. Marshall Sculpsit 1647 ▪ To THE RIGHT HONOURABLE AND TRULY VERTUOUS LADY , the LADY KATHARINE D'AR●I , These following POEMS are by the AUTHOR , Humbly DEDICATED and PRESENTED . TO The Reader . ANd now Reader I dare be bold to tell thee , that thou hast something of true worth and value within these leaves , since the foregoing Schedule hath acquainted thee with the name of a LADIE who is exemplarily eminent , in every reall perfection . It may bee thou wilt expect I should adde a word or two , as to the contents of the Booke thou art about to looke into ; and it shall bee onely this ; That , I can assure thee , it will neither wound , nor defile the hand that takes it up . CERTAINE Serious thoughts : Which at severall times and upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into Verse , and now into the publike view . SOmetimes a well-aymd thought would point at Heaven But O mine heart , That broken Bow , carrying the shaft on even Aside doth start : Lord ! that I may not , from that mark decline Let my fraile Ew be back't with the true Vine , And give me Arrows winged from above With the sure flying feathers of the Dove , Then guide my hand , and make me levell right And 't is thy honour if I hit the White . On the 6. parts of Prayer . MY1Supplications often have prevail'd , Nor have my2Deprecations often fail'd ; My3Intercessions have been heard by thee ; But Lord ! 4 Confession best-becommeth me ; For all thy love ; for giving and forgiving , Accept the Sacrifice of my5Thanksgiving ; Little I say by6Imprecation , More , then , in all things , let Thy will be done . Going to the Sacrament of the LORDS SUPPER . THou ever-blessed Saviour , at thy death By by-partite Indenture didst bequeath Thy body , bloud , and merits to each one Whose grace-instructed faith cal's them his own , Whose sin-avoyding Actions doe proclaim , Him an Adorer of thine holy Name . Till thou O Lord , or call , or come again , Let me not violate the Counter-pane , Goe with me , O my gracious God , and give Life to my Faith , that I by Faith may live . On a particular Occasion . ROuze thee my too forgetfull Muse ; rehearse Th'Almightie's goodness in a thankfull verse , He only shew'd thee trouble , sent reliefe When best-applyed means but added griefe , He to his servants prayer had regard , And turn'd his Chastisments to a reward . ANOTHER . SHall cunning Satan still defraud my soule And steale into my heart by gilded sins ? He can make splendid , what is ne'r so foule ; He knowes not how to end , who once begins To tast his sly deceits ; beware , hee 'l give thee Poyson in sweetned pills , and so deceive thee . Vpon PSALM 90. 10. First written upon a bare leafe in QUARLES His Poems , over-against his verses on Mors tua . GReat God! this death-beleaguerd Fort cal'd Man Though strongly back't by nature , seldom can Out-last the seventeeth yeare ; though thou afford To my sin-stained life that number , LORD The third part of them have already slip't Me too regard less ; Satan still hath nipt Thy blooming crop , my weak resolves have bin Swift to dissolve into accustomd sin , O let th' uncertain remnant of my dayes Be dedicated to my Makers praise ; O that this lump of dust knod-up in bloud , Would once leave trifles , and pursue what 's good . Feare then I would not ; though a voice should say , Thy glass is run , and thou must dye to day , For so from sin , and sorrow should I rest ; And rise , not unto judgment , but a feast ; That marriage-Supper , which , we read , of old Was by the Bridegroom , to the Iewes foretold : That marriage Supper , where to heavens King Blest soules eternall Alleluja's sing . Vpon PSALM . 7. 12. 13 , 14. God is a righteous Iudge , strong and patient : and God is provoked every day . If a man will not turne , he will whet his sword : he hath bent his bow , and made it ready . He hath prepared for him the instruments of death : hee ordaineth his Arrowes against the Persecutors . HAst thou not heard O man , or canst forget This terrible Alarme , God will whet His sword , prepare his Arrows , and his bow ; Doth not experience daily bid thee know That , when he will revoke thy borrowed breath A Fly or Gnat's an Instrument of death , Canst thou shake off those thoughts w ch whisper to thee , This minut's sin for ever may undoe thee ? Will not thy head-strong Will be curbed by The thought of fathomless Eternity ? Or doth thy weak conceipt befoole thee so As once to think that God , though he be slow To punish , see 's not when thou goest astray , That thus thou dars't provoke him every day ? If man return not dost thou say ? is then The pow'r of turning in the choyse of men ? My soul Lord know's it is not , yet I see By thy command , what I should beg of thee ; Nor can I beg till thou my God prepare , My un-prepared heart and voyce to prayer . From my wast-field if any good proceed , Thou must be Author both of Will and Deed : Stub-up the thornes , un-pave the soyle and make The well-injected seed deep rooting take , Afford me fruitfull seasons that I may Bring some sheafs with me on my judgment day . Vpon MATTH . 10. 34. CAme then the God of peace to send the sword ? Doth variance accompany his word : Must all those sacred knots nature doth tye In Father , Mother , Brothers , Sisters dye ; Truth hath if selfe depos'd it , and I must Believ 't how-ever strange , yet sure 't is just . Nor doth Religion cancell or withstand , Or any way abbreviate that command : Whereby we duty-bound to Parents are , Nor Charity and love doth it impare , To other friends ; what 's theirs , to them impart We may , we must , and yet choose Mary's part : He , whose direction only point's-out Right The most disjoynted soules can re-unite , And so cement a friendship by his word Too strong to be dissolved by the sword . On a particular occasion . IN thee alone my wearied thoughts can find , Where to repose their doubts : my setled mind , On thee secure depends , great God arise ; Thy timely goodnesse to our wondring eyes May banish't joyes reduce , here fixed be My deaded hopes , and fetch new life from thee . Thy wonted mercies often shewn before , Imbolden my weak verse thus to implore Thy powerfull ayd , who , ever more then I By blest experience , could thy love discry ? In trouble , sorrow , sicknesse , feare and griefe , My case , to thee commended , met reliefe . My sins though many , cancelled by thee Shall neither prejudice my suit , nor me . I will not doubt , my God I know can doe 't My God I know can doe 't , I will not doubt . A Domino factum est istud . Nor was there ever any had recourse To him by humble prayer that sped worse ; For this , my heart within me shall rejoyce , In all distresses thou shalt heare my voyce ; And if at any time , my suite ungranted , Return , I 'le think 't is better for me wanted . To Master WROTH School-Master at EPPING in ESSEX . THose recollective Thoughts to me , Most welcome , SIR , must ever be ; Which to my memory represent , The time , under your roofe I spent ; Though spent improvidently , there Large fields of corne for reaping were : Yet I but glean'd , which make's my starved Muse Such leane , ill-thriven verses now produce . I might have learn't how to Decline All Vices ; and Forme by Divine Sweet Conjugations , my Sence To due and fitting Mode and Tence : You th' Pronouns , mine and thine did teach To be no more but Parts of Speech ; From you a Generall rule I might have got To use the world , as though I us'd it not . But Oh , how Zions plants would thrive and like , If it were fenced round with such a Dike As he , whose pithy Sermons double were In number , to the Sabbaths in the yeare ; Who , summon'd up to heaven , back hath sent His Posthume book t' attend the Sacrament . Nor is it from Ingratitude , that in The middle of my non-age I begin : Vnto his Care my childish yeares were given , Whose Cure now poynt's us out the way Heaven . Too few such men are found in any age As was the Guardian of my pupill-age ; He scorn'd the common roade , did not discharg By some raw scarce-made Bachilor his charge . Lord I admire thy providence , and see How vast a summe I am in debt to thee , But nothing have to pay : if thou do'st call For an account , behold , forgive me all Is all I can produce ; O cross the score , And make my love proportionably more . Scindimur incerti . CAn mans distracted fancy find the way To truth ; where thousand sects themselves display Supporting errour ? This terrestriall round hath scarce a place where Veritie is found . ASIA . ASIA , which only , glories to have ●een A spotlesse man , where Canaan hath been A type of Heaven , and the blest abode Of the whole world's creator Iacob's God , Where all the sacred pen-men once did preach , Nay , where the Lord himself vouchsaf'd to teach , Wallow's in darknesse now their Sun is set , With bended knees they crouch to Mahomet ; And in the stead of Sinai's Law-Divine , The Talmude is receiv'd in Palestine . AFRICA . THough Hippo's Sainted-Bishop Augustine Like a bright Lamp in Tunis once did shine ; In Aegipt , by St Mark , although were sown The early seeds of true Religion , Though Aethiopia's Eunuch did proclaime The Lamb whom he mis-tooke till Phillip came ; All 's now erased , and a man may say Nothing but error spreads in Africa . AMERICA . THis Spain-enriching new-found world , a gem Once proffer'd to our Henry's Diadem ; With reverence to their puppet-zemes do pray , Whil'st to them they themselves become a prey . Those devill-spirits every where appeare , Not honour'd though ador'd , serv'd but for feare ; And yet this now in-fatuated flock Shal know the Shepherds voyce and Bridgroom's knock : Their time of Gospell's next Religion may Still bending West find out America . EVROPE . NO harbour where my Sea-tost ship may lye , At Anchor , and expect felicity ! So many lands run o're , and yet not see A path directing to Eternity ! What hope remain's ? in Europ , sure , he shall That fly's Charybdis into Scyll fall . Opinions here , as much as faces vary , Some this , some that , some think the quite contrary . Hence 't is that every Nation may discover Her armed Natives murthering one another . Wa' st not from hence the King of France thought good , To drench his Sisters Nuptials in bloud ? Hence all the present forreign jarrs , and those Where T●weed her flowing streames doth interpose ; And as asham'd to heare warrs threats again , Hastens to hide her face within the Maine . Poor Soul , thy wearied foot-steps may in vaine Survey the universe , return again As farre from satisfaction as before , Vnlesse divine direction thou implore ; Lord teach my wary thoughts so to decline , All devious paths , as to keep close to thine . Vpon 1 Cor. 3. 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15. For other foundation can no man lay , then that which is laid Iesus Christ. And if any man build on this foundation , gold , silver , precious stones , timber , hay stubble ; Every mans work shall be made manifest : for the day shall declare it , because it shall be revealed by fire : and the fire shall try every mans work of what sort it is . If any mans work that he hath built upon abide , he shall receive wages . If any mans work burn , he shall lose , but he shall be safe himselfe : neverthelesse , yet as it were by fire . THe heaven-instructed Master-builder layd Zions foundation , skilless men have reard Their own inventions : some have wooden made And saplesse doctrines , of small use when heard . Others their hay-like withering Sermons vent , No Scyth is sharper then their byting phrase ; Most bring us stubble , when the corn is spent , And trifles prosecute with strained praise . All these are combustible ; send that fire Thine holy Spirit , try , consume , refine , Thy Prophets so with sacred truths inspire That they may rectifie each crooked line . Vs hearers such affections affoord As fit 's a spirituall building to thee Lord. Vpon Amos 1. 11. Behold , the dayes come , saith the Lord God , that I will send a famine in the land , not a famine of bread , nor a thirst for water , but of hearing the words of the Lord. IN sacred Scripture , I have sometimes read A sorer famine threatned then of bread . That judgments fal'n on us . Where for a time I sojourn'd , West-ward in a Northern Clime , Two Counties , for the lack of Wine unable Were to invite us to the Holy Table ; This question rose , amongst discourse , about it , May not the Sacrament be given without it ? Some said it might , some that again deni'de , I dare not take upon me to decide , Nor unto other doe I ayme to give A Law : but for my own part thus conceive ; So God vouchsafe my soules repast to mak 't I care not though in Vinegar I tak 't , FEB . 8. 1642. T Is not base trembling , cowardize and feare That mak's me in this fighting age , forbeare To draw my sword : but seem an uselesse thing Perhaps , whil'st others by adventuring Gaine glorious titles ; for my Countries good My steps would fearlesse march in Seas of bloud , And welcome certaine ruine : yet I finde A war within my selfe , and stay behind . Eternall blessings fasten on the Crown , To Charles his head ; God grant him all his own : And may as long-liv'd curses fall upon Their heads who honour not his Princely Son , So from my heart I wish : and yet suspect Many unsound will sound that Dialect : The form-obtrudors may deform and make Eneruous ( whilst the Church of Rome doth take Advantage , and supplant Religion ) I l'e not thrust in my hand to help them on . Whose heart can lesse then bleed , whose head can be Lesse then a spring of teares , when his eyes see Distemper'd Zion , in this wofull plight , Her ●un with-drawn , inveloped with night ? My willing Muse , so she were unperplext , Could wish to sing her Nunc-Dimittis next . Ho! all that love her , all that passe this way , Contribute here your sighs , sit down to pray And mourn , till God , all other hopes are vaine , Make up the breaches of his Church again . Amen , So be it . Lord say Amen , let it be so , that we The beauty of thine holinesse may see . Vnum hoc , a te Domine , expetivi , usquè immo & usque Idem expetam : sacro-sanctae nempe ut aedis Tuae incola , populi tui laetitiâ fruar , Psallentique Israeli comes adjungar . Si fractus elabatur Orbis Impavidum ferient ruinae : Though all the Elements , like us , should jar And wrap up ruin'd Nature by the war , Though the worn Fabrick of the sphears above Should , in disjoynted fragments , downward move , And horrid Catarackts should headlong come With swift descent , to make the world one tombe , Yet should my feareless soule hope to espie , A place of safety in my Saviour's eye . That skilfull chymist's never-failing art , Can good , extracted out of ill , impart , And ev'n by her distresses rear a frame , That Zions re-built glory may proclaime ; Which , if my longing eyes but live to see , 'T is Lord that one thing which I beg of thee . Some foot-steps of this Warre traced . THe low-tun'd numbers of my humble Verse Cannot this Scene of death to th' life rehearse , I offer but one dish , and that I feare Will , Reader , worth thy tasting scarse appeare ; Yet may prepare thy stomach , thou wilt be Hereafter feasted with the Historie ; Some cunning hand will strike so high a string , That all the quarters of this Orb shall ring The great atchievements of our Nobles : they Shall live in numbers that are lap 't in clay , And those that make Iambicks in their pace , Shall , in Heroicks , run with nimble grace . Here my ingaged thoughts , could I but frame A verse that worthy were to beare his name , Would vent themselves and tell thee who did come Though lame yet loaden with much honour home . At Worster , first the Tragedy begun ; From worse to worse , since that , we head-long run : For follow South-ward , and discover still , The edge of War , but sharp'ned at Edg-hill : Many tall Cedars fell , some shaken lye , Yet discord bloomes again since Newbery . Besides these three , how many Fields have been Forc't into blushing tinctures , from their Green By flowing bloud ? This issue , though it be Not twelve yeares old , ô God by none but thee , Is curable , unless the selfe-same hand That heal'd that woman save this bleeding Land , We perish ; all our thoughts amazed are , On thee our eyes are fix't , thy people spare . Sure some Prophetick spirit gave the name , Vnto that Village where , beside the Lame Four thousand Christians all bereav'd of breath By fire-enraged Messengers of death , The setting sunne beheld , and at the sight Hastned his Western journey , and sent night To force a truce : 'T is call'd long - Mar-ston , yet Mars thy command I wish may soon be shortned in this Land. But can our wishes , which from flesh and bloud , And common-sence arise procure this good ? No , we have sinn'd , and each one must begin To be impartiall to his proper sin . O let us to the throne of Grace repaire With true-repentant , humbly-servent prayer , Presented in our Saviours Oratory , Then God will Finis write to this sad story . On the death of our Vertuous and deare friend Mistris Dorothy Warwick at Marsk , Aug. 6th 1644. IF only light griefs find a tongue ; and those That are extream , cannot themselves disclose Immur'd by stupid silence , surely then Nothing but flowing teares must from my pen Be-blur this paper : 't is beyond the art , Of language to expresse the smallest part Of our deep sorrowes for her losse , whose age Scarce to the Summer of her Pilgrimage Attayned had ; yet so ripe fruit , but few After the Autumne of their yeares , can shew . No act of hers could be esteemed lesse , Then one step forward to that place of blisse ; Where now her faith is crowned , and we find Her sweet and pretious memory behinde . Mors Mea. My flitting Soule must leave her house of clay , The tim 's not more uncertaine then the way And manner , whether my consumptive breath Shall leisurely-expiring creep to death , Or some more furious , hasty sicknesse have Commission to snatch me to my grave . Water may cause or th'torrid element , My dissolution by some accident . Ten thousand means and more doe this discry , That young , strong , healthfull , rich , and all may dye , Though I scape chance , and sickness , yet I must At length by age subdu'd crumble to dust . I dare not wish , nor were it fit , to be A carver for my selfe ▪ my God , to thee My willing soule resign's her fate , what s'ere Thou layest on me , give me strength to beare . Yet , if it stand with thy good pleasure , send Not suddaine death , nor sence-bereaved end . And if thou 'st honor with white haires my dayes ; O teach me how to spend them to thy praise , That when I shall forsake the sons of men , My better part may flye to thee , Amen . Mors Christi . Thou Son of God , descending from above Would'st manifest by that rare act thy love To poore lost mortalls ; did'st vouchsafe to take A death-subjected nature for our sake ; Nor did'st disdaine to have thy sacred face ; Made by those stubborn Iewes , their spitting-place . Thou patient stood'st the object of their scorn , Deck't in a purple robe , and crown of thorn ; And Millions of such troubles having past , A shamfull death thou underwent'st at last , All this for us and more ; for even as we , Thou tempted wast , the cup was drunk by thee , Which thy just-angry Father had prepar'd To ransome man by Sathan's art insnar'd . Mine heart to thee 's too poor an offering , Who by once dying took'st away death's sting . Fraus Mundi . Fond man I why doth thy fancy doat upon Such nothings , as the world can call its own ? Why should such Ignes fatui divert , Thy erring foot-steps , or mislead thy heart ? Belike thy soule but little light injoy's , For darkness gives the being to such toyes . Grant thou hast honour , beauty , riches , pleasure , Delitious fare with heaped summes of treasure , All in superlatives ; get one gem more , Or else the former makes thee but more poore : Nay thou must sell them all that one to buy , If thou do'st mean to gaine felicity . Gloria Caeli . Stay , doe not black this Paper , for it is A better Emblem of the place of blisse Then my dull pen can draw ; 't is pure and white May serve to represent eternall light ; Hath neither spot nor wrinckle , none of them May come within the new Ierusalem . But how should paper , or my lines , which are Composed both of ragges , such joyes declare As never eye , nor eare , nor heart , nor braine Of man within that small sphear could containe ? Yet may thy humble contemplation Discern some glimpses by reflection : Read then the glory of thy great Creator In this large book the world , which is his Creature . If wandring there thou chauncest to espy An object that is glorious in thine eye , Be it those greater , or the lesser lights Innumerably sparkling in cleare nights ; Or the those-emulating Diamond That pretious issue of inriched ground , Doth from some costly root a flow'r arise , Whose various colours please thy gazing eyes . Do'st thou admire the structure of some face , Which seem's to have engrossed every grace , Hast thou observed all the excellence , Wherewith Gods bounty feast's each severall sence ? Screw up thy meditation then , think , Lord If to earth on earth thou art pleas'd t' afford Such blessings , ô thrice happy sure they be Who sainted are in blest Eternity . Dolor Inferni . Let not thy over-curious appetite Thy puzled cogitations invite , To lose themselves in seeking hell , nor it Beyond the pillars of the holy-Writ , Think to discover : looke not to advance , Where God nil ultra writ's , thine ignorance . But know that there doth nothing want which can Adde tortures to that miserable man , Who 's thither cast for sinne ; in that curst place Nature run's retrograde to her own pace ; Fire administers no welcome light , But serv's in torment , and makes sad the night , The parched tongue for water call's , but that It 's cooling faculty hath quite forgot , By gnashing teeth and trembling yet is show'n That Hell is not without a Frozen-Zone : Once sleeping-conscience , then shall in despight Awake , and make those sufferings exquisite . What Vulture-Thoughts shall gnaw for evermore That heart which proffer'd mercy scorn'd before ? All objects , by the ever-weeping eye , Shall wound the Soul with curst Eternity . Now blessed Lord , inflame my keen desire To seeke that narrow path , which from this fire May keep my steps secure : sure 't is not that To which some fancies give a shorter date , No , purge me here , and make me leane upon That sure foundation , the true Corner-stone . FAITH . TVrn or'e the sacred leaves , th' Almighty hath By sweet gradations , open'd to thy Faith The word of promise , new-fal'n man hath got A new-found meanes , to spoyle the serpent's plot . For God hath said ; The woman's seed shall give A wound unto thy head , that man may live . Thence , through sucessive generations , trace That more explayned Covenant of Grace : Till , ( from the world's beginning slain ) the Lambe Attended by a quire of Angels came , In his rich bosome , bringing plenteous store Of blessings , only pointed at before ; And then observe , what pretious legacies Thy bounteous Lord bequeath's thy soule , and dye's To give thee life from both the Testaments , And from the heaven-ordayned Sacraments , Suck ever-flowing comfort : for to thee As well , as any heretofore , agree The still effectuall promises , which stand Now proffer'd to thy Faiths applying hand . HOPE . BVilt-upon this foundation , 't is the scope Of saving Faith's next coosen-german , Hope , With patient longings to expect that blisse Whereof , the former present earnest is . Faith ( in some sort ) already Christ injoy's ; Hopes object are those consummated joyes . Fides intuetur verbum rei , spes autem rem verbi . CHARITY . ANd from the fruitfull teeming womb of Faith Each work of Charity beginning hath ; From these the happy evidence is had Which prove's them sons of God , whom faith hath made . What e're thy God or Neighbours good requires Must be the serious bent of thy desires . Else know that to those things which heavenly bee A mis-call'd Faith cannot entitle thee . How dare presumptous hast once think to make Christ , Saviour and not Lord : sit down and take A survey of thine heart ; though nothing there Can justifie thee , yet unlesse thou beare The Image of thy God , and strive to frame Thy likened conversation to the same , Thou hast no part nor share in him who gave Himselfe to death , repentant man to save . Now blush you Rhemish factors who have lay'd Your envious heads together to upbray'd With liberty a doctrin which hath shown Far better , strickter precepts then your owne ; Perhaps you pick halfe sentences , and thence Extract an unmeant Heresie and sence . A cloud of reverend witnesses I might Produce , which neither more nor lesse do write As to this point ( though not in rime ) then lye Here recollected , for the readers eye . On GODS UBI QVITARY PRESENCE . NO gloomy shades , nor darkned face of night Can shrow'd a sinner , from the quick-ey'd sight Of all-discerning Heaven : God doth rule Beyond the controverted coasts of Thule . And his unbounded justice doth controle , The frozen vertices of either Pole. All inter-fluent seas , all Regions stand Subjected to the power of his command . Then let not fancy'd secrecy invite Thy deeds of darknesse to out-black the night , Nor though some forraine Clime thou wandrest in , Where no know'n face can argue thee of sin , Dare to let-loose thy rebell-soule , but know There is a God above , see 's all below : Who shall hereafter be thy judge , and then Thy bare-fac'd crimes , unmask't before all men , And Angells must appeare , nay more , the Devills Will aggravate , that prompted to , those evills . Decemb. 10. 1644. HOw many contradictions dayly come Born on the wings of lying same ! by some We hear of Battailes , stratagems , and sleights Whil'st others make them victories , or flights . All various rumors struggle for beliefe Whil'st varying humours feed the present griefe . Once more , the hopefull tearmes of happy-peace Salute's our greedy eares : O , may it please The all-disposing power above , to frame Our fitted hearts , to entertaine the same . Going to Bed. THus , on a pale sheete , I extended , shall Become ere long a livelesse coarse , and all These too-much prized trifles , which retard My soule in her best flights , without regard Or rellish , must be left : then , in my grave Where all things are forgotten , I shall have A coole and lonely lodging , by the earth Lock't-up from all this worlds mis-called mirth . If thou , O blest Creator , shalt restore The peace , ease , plenty we injoy'd before , Let not those over-valued blessings move Our earth-bred thoughts to sleight the things above ▪ Her 's no abiding City : but thy grace May make the house of death a resting place . Thou sacred Arbitrer of life and death , Who summon'st , at thy pleasure , vitall-breath , When in thy house , my elevated soule Should mount to thee , yet lingring-here , doth foule Her self with terrene fancies make mine eye Recall my thoughts , and preach mortality . There lyes those dear remembrancers , I have Two parents , and two children in one grave ; In twice-two yeares , thy wisdome saw it best To call these two sweet couples to their rest ; And since so neer , on both sides , I have seen Thine arrowes to me , teach me how to weane From this distemper'd globe , my mis-plac'd love And fix it firmly on the things above . Then if 't shall please thee next to call on mee , I 'le boldly leave this clay , and come to thee . May 10. 1645. Hearing the Birds sing after the departure of our deare MOTHER . ANd can you sing poor birds ? do you not see A mourning countenance on every tree ? Doth not each stone in this sad fabrick , tell What sable thoughts within these walls do dwell ? Since she who added sweetnesse to the spring , To Summer glory , she whose care did bring More fruit then Autumne , and from whom it was That Icy-Winter undiscern'd did passe , Hath left these habitations , my-thinks you Should leave henceforth your warbling sonnets too , Yet sing , but change your note and joyne with me , Tune your loud whistles to an Elegie . IUNE 8. 1645. MVst then the fate of York-shire , and the North Be try'd once more by dint of sword , step-forth Thou God of Battle , let the people see By the successe , which side is own'd by thee . — Sub amici fallere nomen Tuta frequensque via est — EAsie and undiscerned is the guile Which brings on mischiefe usher'd by a smile . Thus many who arride the Common-weale With joynt-pretences but disjoyn'd designe , Their own with publique interests intwine The better , and more covertly to steale Advantage to a party , putting on A forme of Paralell-expression , Faced with Good and Safety ; yet extend Their actions and endeavours to the end Of time , they 'l never meet , but hold a course In lasting distance still , from ill to worse ▪ Hei mihi ! qnas urbes , & quanto tempore Martis Ignaras , uno rapuerunt praelia cursit ? Claudiani carmen . Dum procerum mentes privata ad commoda torsae In commune vetant socias extendere dextr'as Buchanani carmen . A Chronologicall Catalogue of such PERSONS as Ruled the Neighbour-States , and were Contemporary to the severall Kings of England , since the coming in of the CONQUEROR , With some short notes thereupon : Observing throughout , the Number of Yeares , which every one of them lived , during the Raignes of our English KINGS . Collected by C. W. Esqueir . Multa me impedierunt . LONDON , Printed by F. B. for G. Badger , and are to be sold at his Shop in Saint Dunstans Church-Yard . 1647. Anno 1067. WILLIAM the Conqueror 21. Scotland Malcolm the third . 21 Oviedo & Leon Alphonso the sixth . 21 Navar Sancho the fifth . 09 Sancho the sixth . 12 Castile Sancho the first . 06 Alphonso the first . 15 After it was made a Kingdom , for there had been a former Sancho who was but Earle . Arragon Raymir . 19 Sancho . 02 France Philip the first . 21 Rome A Schisme . 19 This Schisme began about the yeare 1061. betwixt the Emperours , successively , and the Popes for almost 200. yeares . Victor the third . 01 Urban the second . 01 Emperour of Germany Henry the fourth . 21 Denmarke Harald third . 02 Canutus fourth . 10 Olaus . 09 Poland Boleslaus Audax . 12 Vlaslaus Hermanus . 09 Hungarie Soloman . 08 Gersa . 03 Ladislaus . 10 Emperour Constan. Constantinus Ducas . 03 Romanus Diogenes . 04 Michael Parapinit . 06 Neceph : Botoniates . 04 Alexius Comn . 04 North Wales Conan . 21 South Wales Theodore Magnus ▪ 10 Rhese the first . 11 An. 1087. William Rufus 13. Scotland Malcolm the third . 09 Donald Bane . 02 Edgar . 02 Oviedo and Leon Alphonso the sixth . 13 Navarr Sancho the sixth . 05 02 Pedro. 06 Castile Alphonso the first . 13 Arragon Sancho . 07 Pedro. 06 Portugall Henry of Lorreine . 13 France Philip the first 13 Rome Vrban the second . 12 The Emperour in pursuance of his own right , to conferre Ecclesiasticall honours , which had bin practised by the Caesars ever since Constantine teste Sliedano , warred with this Pope , and tooke him prisoner , who then solemnly made peace with the Emperour upon his own termes ; but soone after hee receded from those vowes , and renewed the warre , Excommunicating the Emperour . Paschall the second . 01 Emperour of Germany Henry the fourth . 13 Olaus . 02 Denmark Ericus . 11 Poland Vlaslaus Herm. 13 Hungary Ladislaus . 09 Calomannus . 04 Emperour Constan : Alexius Comn . 13 Hierusalem Godfrey of Bullen . 01 North Wales Conan . 12 Griffin . 01 South Wales Rhese the first . 06 Griffin the first . 07 An. 1100. Henry the first 35. Scotland Edgar . 07 Alexander the first . 17 David . 11 Oviedo and Leon Alphonso the sixth . 08 Vraca and Alph. the 7th 16 Alphonso the eigth . 11 Navarr Pedro. 04 Alphonso . 30 Garcia . 01 Castile Alphonso the first . 07 Urraca . 15 Alphonso the second . 13 Arragon Pedro. 18 Alphonso . 26 Petronilla and Raymund . 01 Portugall Henry of Lorreine . 11 Alphonso . 24 France Philip the first . 10 Lodowick the sixth . 25 Rome Paschall the second . 17 To whom Hen. the first made knowne by Ambassadors his right to investiture of Bishops being then assumed by the Clergy , and a quarrell betwixt the Popes and almost all Christian Princes . Gelasius the second . 01 Calistus the second . 06 Besieged Sutrium , took it , and in it his Competitor whom the Emperor had made Pope , and carried him disgracefully to Rome . Honorius the second . 05 Innocent the second . 05 Tancred . Beaumond . Roger. 10 Savoy Ame the second . Anno 1109. Emper. Germany Henry the fourth . 06 Henry the fifth . 19 Lothar . 10 Bohemia Borivorius . 08 Sutopulchus . 27 Denmark Ericus . 02 Harald the fifth . 31 Nicholaus . 02 Poland Vlaslaus Herman . 03 Boleslaus . 32 Hungarie Colomannus 08 Stephen the second . 18 Bela the second . 03 07 Emper. Con. Alexius Comn . 17 Calo Iohannes . 18 Hierusalem Baldwin . 18 Bald. the second . 15 Millicent & Foulk . 02 North Wales Griffin . 20 Owen . 15 South Wales Rhese the second . Griffin the second . An. 1135. Stephen 19 ▪ Scotland David . 18 Malcolm the fourth . 01 Oviedo & Leon Alphonso the eighth . 19 Navarr Garcia the seventh . 15 Sancho the seventh . 04 Castile Alphonso the second . 19 Portugall Alphonso . 19 Arragon Petronilla and Raymund . 19 France Lodowick the sixt . 02 Note that Lodowick and Lewis are the same name . Lewis the seventh . 17 Rome Innocent the second . 08 Was taken prisoner by the Duke Sicilie , and remmitted fairly ; after which he fled into France , and Anathamatized his competitor Peter . Celestine the second . Lucius the second . 01 Eugenius the third . 08 Anastitius the fourth . 01 Naples Roger. 14 William . 05 Savoy   Emperor of Germany Lothar . 03 Conradus the third . 15 Frederick Barbarossa . 01 Bohemia Vladislaus . 19 Sobislaus . 19 Denmarke Ericus the fift . 05 Ericus the sixt . 10 Sueno . 04 Poland Boleslaus . 05 Vladeslaus the first . 06 Boleslaus Crispus . 08 Hungarie Bela the second . 06 01 Gersa the second . 12 Empr. Const. Calo Iohannes . 07 Emanuell Comn . 12 Hierusalem Millicent and Foulk . 07 Baldwin the third . 12 North Wales Owen . 19 South Wales Griffin . Anno. 1154. Henry the second 34. Scotland Malcolm the fourth . 10 William . 24 Oviedo and Leon Alphonso the eight . 02 Fernand the second . 31 Alphonso the ninth . 01 Navarr Sancho the seventh . 34 Castile Alphonso the second . 02 Sancho the second . 02 Alphonso the third . 30 Portugall Alphonso . 29 Sancho . 05 Arragon Petronilla and Raymund . 07 Alphonso the second . 27 France Lewis the seventh . 26 Phillip the second . 08 Rome Adrian the fourth . 04 Granted a dispensation to our Henry the second , of the oath he had taken , by his Fathers will and command , to resigne Anjou to his brother Geofrey when he should come to the crown of England . Alexander the third . 22 Betwixt this man and the Emp. Fred. Barbarossa was hot warrs , he fled to Venice , and there the Emperours sonne being taken , he was forced to redeem him by submitting himselfe to the Pope ; Who troad upon his neck ; strangely applying Psal. 91. verse 13. Lucius the third . 04 Vrban the third . 02 Gregorie the eighth . Clemens the third . 02 Naples William . 15 William the second . 19 Savoy   Empr. Germ. Fred. Barbarossa . 34 Bohemia Sobeslaus 04 Vladislaus the third , Vldericus , Fred. Sobeslaus , Conrade . Wenseslaus , Henry . 30 Denmarke Sueno . 05 Valdemarus . 24 Canutus the fifth . 05 Swethland Sherco . 05 Carolus . 08 Canutus . 21 Poland Boleslaus Crispus . 19 Meizlaus . 04 Casimirus . 11 Hungarie Gersa the second . 07 Stephen the third . 18 Bela the third . 09 Empr. Const. Emanuell Comn . 24 Alexius Comn . 03 Andronicus Com. 03 Isacius Angilus . 04 Hierusalem Baldwin the third . 09 Almerick . 10 Baldwin the fourth . 12 Baldwin the fifth . 01 Guy . 02 Anno 1187. Saladine Sultan of Aegypt took Hierus . from Guy , and Anno 1517. Selimus the first added it to the Turkish Empire , where the possession yet remaines , though the Kings of Spaine insert that amongst their Titles . North Wales Owen . 23 David . 11 South Wales Cinerick and Meredith . Were taken by Henry the second , and their eyes put out . Anno. 1189. Richard the first 10. Scotland William . 10 Oviedo & Leon Alphonso the ninth . 10 Navarr . Sancho the seventh . 05 Sancho the eighth . 05 Castile Alphonso the third . 10 Portugall Sancho . 10 Arragon Alphonso the second . 07 Pedro the second . 03 France Phillip the second . 10 Rome Clemens the third . 02 Celestine the third . 06 Innocent the third . 02 Naples William the second . 07 Deposed by Pope Celestine the third . Tancred . Henry of Ger. 01 Savoy   Emperor of Germany Fred. Barbarossa . 03 Henry the sixth . 07 Bohemia Vladislaus the fourth . 09 Primislaus . 01 Denmark Canutus the fifth . 10 Swethland Canutus . 10 Poland Casimirus . 06 Lesco Albus . 04 Hungary Bela the third . 02 Emericus . 08 Emper. Con. Isacius Angilus . 06 Alexius Angilus . 04 North Wales David . 05 Leolin . 05 Anno 1199. Iohn 17. Scotland William . 15 Alexander the second . 02 Oviedo & Leon Alphonso the ninth . 17 Navarr Sancho the eighth . 17 Castile Alphonso the third . 15 Henry . 02 Portugall Sancho . 13 Alphonso the second . 04 Arragon Pedro. 15 Iames. 02 France Phillip the second . 17 Savoy Thomas Anno 1210. Rome Innocent the third . 16 Honorius the third . 01 Naples Henry of Germ ▪ 03 Frederick . 14 Emperor of Germany . Philip. 08 Otho the fourth . 05 Frederick the second . 04 Bohemia Primislaus . 17 Denmarke Canutus the fifth . 04 Valdemarus the second . 13 Swethland Canutus . 17 Poland Lesco Albus . 17 Hungary Emericus . 01 Andrew the second . 16 Emp. Const. Alexius Iunior . 01 Baldwin Earle of Fland. 02 Henry . 13 Beeter . 01 North Wales Leolin . 17 Anno 1217. Henry the third 56. Scotland . Alexander the second . 37 Alexander the third . 19 Oviedo and Leon Alphonso the 9th . 13 Fernand : the third . Seized on the Castiles . Navarr Sancho the eighth . 17 Blanch and Theob : of Champagne 19 Theobald the second . 18 Henry . 03 Castile Fernand : the second . 35 Alphonso the 4th . 21 Portugall Alphonso the second . 06 Sancho the second . 34 Alphonso the third . 16 Arragon Iames. 39 Pedro. France Philip the second . 07 Bretagne Lewis the eighth . 03 Saint Lewis . 44 Philip the third . 02 Britaine Iohn the Red , Anno 1250. in h'i line that Dutchy continued till the time of Lewis the 11h of France Anno 1488. Rome Honorius the third . 09 Gregory the ninth . 14 The See was voyd during this Kings Reigne , sometimes two or three yeares , and diverse of these Popes held it odde moneths . Celestine the 4th . Innocent the 4th . 11 Alexander the 4th . 06 Vrban the 4th . 03 Begun the observation of Corpus Christi-day , which was not generally observed till Iohn the 22d . Clemens the fourth . 03 Gregory the 10th . 02 Naples Frederick . 33 Conrade . 04 Manfroy . 07 Charles of Province . 12 Savoy Peter Anno 1256. Emperour of Germany Fred : the second . 33 Conradus the 4th . 04 Richard Earle of Cornwall . 06 Inter-regnum . 12 Rodulphus Habspurg . 01 Bohemia Primislaus . 22 Ottacarus . 34 Denmarke Valdemarus 26 Ericus the 7th . 09 Abell . 01 Christopherus . 07 Ericus the 8th . 13 Swethland Canutus . 05 Ericus . 27 Bingerius . 02 Valdemarus . 22 Poland Lesco Albus . 11 Uladislaus the 2d . 15 Boleslaus Pudicus . 30 Hungarie Andrew the second . 19 Bela the fourth . 35 Stephen the fourth . 02 Emperour Constan. Peter . 03 Robert. 07 Baldwin the second . 33 Michael Paleolagus . 13 North Wales Leolin . 23 David . 06 Leolin the second . 17 Anno 1274. Edward the first 34. Scotland Alexander the third . 14 A Warre for the Crowne of Scotland , King Edward being made Arbitrator , gave it to Iohn Balioll , Anno 1300. who kept it . 05 Robert Bruce . 03 Navarr Ioane Mar. Philip of France . 31 Lewis Huttin . 03 Castile Alphonso the fourth . 10 Sancho the third . 12 Fernand the third . 12 Portugall Alphonso the third . 05 Denis . 29 Arrgaon Pedro the third . 09 Sicily alwayes followed the fortune of Naples , till An. 1281 , this Pedro seized it , and after the Massacre of all the French , outed Charles of Province ; since that time it belonged to the house of Arrag . and so to Spaine . Alphonso the third . 06 Iames the second . 17 France Philip the third . 12 Philip the faire . 22 Rome Gregory the 10th . 01 Innocent the fifth . Adrian the fifth . Iohn the 21. Nicholas the third . 04 Martin the fourth . 04 Honorius the fourth . 04 The See was vacant two yeares by reason of the bitter dissention among the Cardinalls . Nicholas the fourth . 04 Celestine the fifth . 01 Boniface the eighth . 08 Benedict the eleventh . Clemens the 15th . 03 Naples Charles of Province . 10 Charles the second . 24 Emperor of Germany . Rodolphus Habspurg . 18 Adolphus Nossou . 06 Albert Austr . 10 Austria Albertus . 30 Bohemia Ottacarus . 04 Wenseslaus the second . 06 Wenseslaus the third 20 Rodolphus . 01 Henry of Carinthia . 03 Denmarke Ericus the 8th 14 Ericus the 9th 20 Swethland Valdemarus . 03 Magnus the 2d 13 Bingerius the 2d 18 Poland Boleslaus Pudicus . 06 Lesco Niger . 10 Boleslaus the 4th Henricus Pro●us . Uladislaus the 3d 03 Primeslaus . Venceslaus . 04 Uladislaus the 4th 02 Hungarie Ladislaus the 2d 17 Andrew the 3d 12 Venceslaus . 03 Otho . 02 Emper. Con. Michael Paleolagus . 21 Andronicus Paleol . 13 North Wales Leolin . 08 Anno 1282. Hee was brought prisoner to London , and here end the Princes of the Welsh bloud . Turke Anno 1300. Ottaman took Nice and began the Turkish Empire . 08 Anno 1308. Edward 2d . 19. Scotland Robert Bruce . 19 Navarr Lewis Huttim . 07 Philip the long . 05 Charles the faire . 07 Castile Fernand. the third . 04 Alphonso the fifth . 15 Portugall Denis . 17 Alphonso the fourth . 02 Arragon Iames the second . 19 France Philip the faire . 06 From whose daughter Isabell married to Edward the second , his sonne Edward the third , had his Title to the Crown of France ; her brothers Lewis Huttin , Philip the long , and Charles the faire all dying issuless . Lewis Huttim . 02 Philip the long . 05 Charles the faire . 06 Rome Clemens the 15th 06 Vacant . 02 Iohn the 22. 11 Against whom Lewis the Emperor set up Nicholas the fifth . Naples Charles the second . 02 Robert. 17 Empr. Germ. Henry the 7th 06 Lewis of Bavar . 13 Austria Albertus the 2d 19 Bohemia Henry of Carinthia . 03 Iohn of Luxemb . 16 Denmark Ericus the 9th 14 Christophorus the 2d 05 Swethland Beringerius the 2d 05 Magnus the 3d 13 Magnus the 4th 01 Poland Uladislaus the 4th 19 Hungarie Otho . 01 Charles the first 18 Empr. Const. Andronicus Paleolag : 17 Andronicus Iunior . 02 Turky Ottaman the first . 19 An. 1327. Edward the 3d 50. Scotland Robert Bruce . 05 Edward Baliol. 10 David Bruce . 29 Robert Steward . 06 Navarr Charles the faire . 01 Ioane Mar. Phil. of Eur. 21 Charles the second . 28 Castile Alphonso the fifth . 23 Pedro Crudelis . 18 Henry the second . 09 Alphonso the fourth . 30 Portugall Pedro. 10 Fernand. 10 Arragon Iames the second . 01 Alphonso the fourth . 08 Pedro the fourth . 41 France Charles the faire 01 Philip de Valoys . 22 Iohn . 14 Charles the fifth . 13 Burgundy Philip the hardy Anno 1369. Rome Iohn the 22. 07 Benedict the 12th 07 Clemens the sixth . 10 Innocent the sixth . 10 Urban the fifth . 08 Gregory the 11th 08 Naples Robert. 15 Ioane . 29 Charles the third . 06 Emper. Germany Lewis of Bavar . 19 Carolus the 4th 31 Austria Albert the 2d 32 Leopold . 18 Bohemia Iohn of Luxemb : 19 Charles . 16 Wenceslaus the 4th 15 Denmarke Christopherus the 2d 07 Valdemarus the 3d. 41 00 Margaret . 02 Swethland Magnus the 4th . Magnus the fift . Albertus . Poland . Vladislaus the 4th . 06 Casimirus Magnus . 38 Ludovicus . 06 Hungarie Charles . 15 Ludovicus . 35 Empr. Const. Andronicus Iun. 27 Iohn Paleolagus . 23 Turky . Ottoman the first . 01 Orchanes . 22 Amurath . 23 Baiazet . 04 Anno. 1377. Richard the second . 22. Scotland Robert Steward . 13 Robert the 2d . 09 Navarr Charles the 2d . 09 Charles the 3d. 13 Castile Henry the 2d . 02 Iohn . 11 Henry the 3d. 09 Portugall Fernand. 08 Iohn . 14 Arragon Pedro the 4th . 10 Iohn . 08 Martin . 04 France Charles the 5th . 04 Charles the sixth . 18 Rome Gregory the 11th . 01 Vrban the sixth 11 Sent into England to require the Kings ayd , against the Cardinalls , whom he named Schismaticks , for electing another Pope , whom they called Clement : and the Cardinals did the like for their creature , but Vrban prevailed , and Henry Spencer Bishop of Norwich carried over an Army for his assistance : behold the Vnity of the Roman Church . Boniface the ninth . 10 Naples Charles the third . 09 Ladeslaus 13 Emperour of Germany Charles the fourth . 01 Venceslaus . 21 Austria Leopold . 09 Albert the third . 09 Albert the fourth . 04 Bohemia Venceslaus the fourth . 22 Denmark Margaret . 22 Swethland Albertus . 10 Margaret . 12 Poland Lodovicus . 06 Vladislaus the fifth . 16 02 Hungary Lodovicus . 06 Mary Mar. Char. of Napl . 02 Sigismund . 12 Emper Const. Iohn Paleolag . 10 Emanuell Paleolag . 12 Turke Bajazet : 22 Anno 1399. Henry the fourth 14. Scotland Robert the third . 07 Iames the first . 07 Navarr Charles the third . 14 Castile Henry the third . 08 Iohn the second . 06 Portugall Iohn the first . 14 Arragon Martin . 13 Ferdinand . 01 France Charles the sixth . 14 Amede Anno 1409. Rome Boniface the ninth . 05 Peter de Luna a Spaniard , alias Bennet the 13. alias Clement the 7th was Anti-Pope , and held the See at Avignion , till the Councell of Pisa deposed both him and Grego . the 12th and chose Alexand. the 5th , which both the former for a while resisted : so the Roman Church was during that time a Monster with three heads . Innocent the seventh . 02 Gregory the twelfth . 03 Alexander the fifth . 01 Iohn the twenty third . 03 Naples Ladislaus . 14 Florence Iohn de medicis Anno 1410. Emp. Germ. Venceslaus . 01 Rupert Palat. 10 Iadocus Barbatus . 01 Sigismund Hung. 02 Austria Albertus the fourth . 14 Bohemia Wenceslaus the fourth . 14 Denmark Margaret . 12 Ericus Pomeran . 02 Poland Vladislaus the 5th . 14 Hungary Sigismund Brand. 14 Emp. Const. Emanuel Paleolag . 14 Turky Mahomet the first . 14 Anno. 1413. Henry the fift . 9. Scotland Iames the first . 09 Navarr Charles the 3d. 09 Castile Iohn the 2d . 09 Portugall Iohn the first . 09 Arragon Ferdinand . 03 Alphonso the 5th . 06 France Charles the 6th . 09 Rome Iohn the 23d . 02 No Pope for almost . 03 Martin the 5th . 04 Decreed that a generall-Councell should bee held every tenne yeares . Naples Ladislaus . 02 Ioane the 2d . 07 Florence Iohn de Medicis . 09 Emperor of Germany Sigismund Hung. 09 Assembled the Generall-Councell at Constance and deposed all the three Popes , videl . Bennet the 13th . Gregory the 12th . and Iohn the 23d . For Alexander the 5th . lived scarce a year , and dyed during the schism : it was then decreed that a Generall-Councel was above the Pope . Austria Albertus the 4th . 09 Bohemia Venceslaus the 4th . 05 Sigismund . 04 Denmarke Ericus Pomer . 09 Poland Vladislaus the 5th . 09 Hungary Sigismund Brand. 09 Emperour Emanuel Paleolag . 08 Constan : Iohn Paleolag . 01 Turke Mahomet the first . 03 Amurath the 2d . 06 Anno 1422. Henry the sixth . 39. Scotland Iames the first . 26 Iames the 2d . 13 Navarr Charles the third . 03 Blanch Marr. Iohn of Arra . 36 Castile Iohn the 2d . 32 Henry the fourth . 07 Portugall Iohn the first . 11 Edward . 05 Alphonso the 5th . 23 Arragon Alphonso the 5th . 36 Iohn the 2d . 03 France Charles the 6th . 01 Charles the 7th . 38 Burgundy Phillip the good , Anno 1424. Lord also of almost all the Netherlands , or Flaunders unit●d . Rome Martin the 5th . 08 Eugenius the 4th . 16 The councells of Basil and Florence one against the other , whilest the one cleaves to Eugenius , and the other to Felix Anti-Pope . Nicholas the 5th . 08 Calistus the 3d. 03 Pius the 2d . 04 Naples Ioane the 2d . 12 Alphonso . 24 Ferdinand . 03 Florence Iohn de Medicis . 39 Emperor of Germany Sigismund Hung. 17 Albert the second . 01 Duke of Austria , since which time , the German Emperors have beene alwayes of that family . Frederick the third . 21 Austria Albert the fourth . 17 Frederick . 22 Bohemia Sigismund . 15 Albert of Austr . 03 Ladislaus . 18 Georg. Pogiebrac . 03 Denmark Ericus Pomer . 17 Christop herus Bavar . 09 Christianus the first . 13 Swethland 26 Carolus Canutus . 13 Poland Hedingis Mar. Vlad . 5th 09 04 Vladislaus the 6th 10 02 Casimer the 4th 14 Hungary Sigismund Brand. 16 Albert. 02 Ladislaus the 3d 04 By the instigation of Pope Eugen. 4th broke the truce he had solemnly sworn to , with the Turke , and was miserably discomfited and slaine . Vladislaus . 14 Matthew Coruin . 03 Emper Const. Iohn Paleolagus . 22 Constantinus Paleolag . 09 In his time the famous City and Empire of Constantinople was taken by Mahomet the 2d , or the great . Turky Amurath the 2d 28 Mahomet the 2d . 11 Anno 1461 Edward the 4th 22 Edw. the 5th Rich. the 3d. 2 dimi . 24 Dimi . Scotland . Iames the second . 01 Iames the third . 23 dimi . Navar Blanch Mar. Iohn of Arr. 18 Leonora Mar. Gaston de Foyx 00 Francis Phebus . 04 Cath. Mar. Iohn of Alb. 02 dimi . Castile Henry the 4th 14 Isabell Mar. Fred. of Arrag . 10 This Ferd. began the Spanish Monarchy , Anno 1475. and was sir-named the Great . Portugall Alphonso the 5th 20 Iohn the 2d 04 dimi . France Lewis the 11th 23 Charles the 8th 01 dimi . Savoy Charles Anno 1481. Burgundy Charles , after whose death that Dutchy was seized on by Lewis the 11th of France ; and the County ( for so was the distinction ) went , by Mary daughter to this Charles unto Maximillian the Emperor , about the yeare 1498. and from him to his son Charles , and so continues with the Kings of Spaine . Rome Pius the 2d 03 Paul the 2d 07 Sixtus the 4th 12 Innocent the 8th 02 Naples Fernand. 24 dimi . Florence Cosmo de Medicis . 04 Peter de Medicis . 07 Lorenzo and Iulian. 13 dimi . Emp. Germ. Frederick the 3d 24 dimi . Austria Frederick 24 dimi . Bohemia George Pogiebrach . 10 Ladislaus the 2d 14 dimi . Flan. Vnited Philip the good . 06 dimi . Charles the warlike . 09 Mary . 05 Maximil . Aust. 05 Philip : Austr . 04 Ioane Castile . 04 In whose successors the Kings of Spaine , remained the command of those Provinces till the States rejected Philip the second for breach of their Priviledges , Anno 1570. or thereabout . Denmark Christianus the first . 21 Iohannes . 03 dimi . Swethland Carolus Canutus . Vpon the discontent of the people retired himselfe , and they appointed Marshalls in the stead of Kings , and so continued till Gustanus Bishop of Vpsall betrayed that Country to the Dane Anno 1519. Poland Casimirus the 4th 24 dimi . Hungary Mathew Coruin . 24 dimi . Turky Mahomet the 2d 20 Bajazet the 2d 04 dimi . Anno 1485. Henry the 7th 23. and an halfe . Scotland ▪ Iames the 3d 05 dimi . Iames the 4th 18 Spaine Fernand. the great . 18 dimi . Philip of Austr : Son to Maxml . the Emperor . 05 Navarr Kath. Mar. to Iohn of Albert. 23 dim In this man's time , Fernand. the great of Spaine surprized Navar , and his successors yet hold it , but Anthony of Burbon married Ioane the right Heire of it , and so conveyed the just title to his successors the Kings of France . Portugall Iohn the second . 09 dimi . Emanuell . 14 France Charles the 8th 12 dimi . Lewis the 12th 11 Rome Innocent the 8th 05 dimi . Alexander the 6th , Father to Caesar Borgia the eminent patterne of all Villanie . 11 Pius the 3d Iulius the 2d 60 Naples Fernand. 08 dimi . Alphonso the 2d Fernand. the 2d 03 Florence Lorenz . and Iulian. 06 dimi . Peter . 17 Fred. the 2d In whose time the Spaniard and French joyned together to spoyle him of the Kingdome , which at first they devided betwixt them ; but Anno 1503 , the KING of Spayne made himselfe sole master of it . Emperour of Germany Frederick the third . 08 dim . Maximillian the first . 15 Austria Frederick . 08 dim . Maximillian . 15 Bohemia Ladislaus . 23 dim . Denmarke Iohannes . 23 dim . Poland Casimir the 4th . 08 dim . Iohannes of Albert. 09 Alexander . 05 Sigismund . 02 Hungarie Mathew Corvin . 05 dim . Vladislaus the 2d . 18 Turky Bajazet the 2d . 23 dim . Anno 1509. Henry the eighth 38. Scotland Iames the 4th . 05 Iames the 5th . 28 Mary . 05 Spaine Pillip Arch Duke of Austr . 07 Charles the 5th . Emp. 31 — Atque hinc diademata mundo — Sparsit Iberae domus . Portugall Emanuel . 12 Iohn the 3d. 26 France Lewis the 12th . 06 Francis the first . 32 Savoy Charles the 3d. Anno 1536. Rome Iulius the 2d . 04 Leo the 10th . 09 Adrian the 6th . 02 Clemens the 7th . 10 Paul the 3d. 13 First called the Counsell of Trent . Florence Peter . In his time the French seized on it , and Leo the 10th , Pope , as also his successour Clement the 7th being both of the family of the Medicis , after long wars , by the help of Charles the 5th . Emp. got it restored to Alexander grandson to Peter . Anno 1531. 16 Emperor of Germany . Maximilian . 10 Charles the 5th . 28 Son to Philip of Spain and Austria , after whom the Emp. befell his brother Ferd. and to his son Philip Spaine , &c. Bohemia Ladislaus the 2d . 07 Ludovicus the first . 10 Ferd. Austria . 21 Brother to Charles the 5th Emp. likewise K. of Hungary , and afterwards Emperour himselfe . Denmarke Iohn . 05 Christianus the 2d . 09 Frederick . 12 Disposessed his Vncle Christian : the second , who for his cruelty had lost the affections , both of his own people of Denmarke , and also of newly-conquered Swethland . Christianus the 3d. 12 Poland Sigismund . 38 Swethland Gustanus Erious . 24 Anno 1523 , this man recovered his Country from the subjection of the Danes , and outed Christianus the 2d . King of Denmark . Hungarie Vladislaus the 2d . 08 Lewis the 2d . 10 Ferdinand of Austr . 20 Brother to Charles the 5th Emp. likewise of Bohemia , and afterwards himselfe Emperor . Turky Bajazet the 2d 03 Selimus . 07 Solyman the Magnif . 28 An. 1547. Edward the sixth . 06 Mary . 05 11 Scotland Mary . 11 Spaine Charles the 5th . Emp. 11 Portugall Iohn the 3d. 10 Sebastian . 01 France Henry the 2d . 11 Rome Paul the 3d. 03 Iulius the 3d. 05 Marcellus the 2d . Paul the 4th . 03 Florence Alexander de Medicis . 03 Cosmo de Medicis . 08 Empr. Germ. Charles the 5th . 11 Denmark Christianus the 3d. 11 Swethland Gustanus Ericus . 11 Poland Sigismund . 01 Sigismund the 2d . 10 Turky Solyman the Magnif . 11 Anno 15558. Elizabeth 45. Scotland Mary . 09 Iames the 6th . 36 Spaine Philip the 2d . 40 Son to Charles the 5th . Emp. and first branch of the Austr . family . This Philip had a sonne named Charles , elder then Philip the third , but hee suffered him to be put to death in the Inquisition . Philip the 3d. 05 Portugall Sebastian . 20 Henry the Cardinall . 02 Antonio From whom Philip the 2d . of Spaine took that Kingdome by force . France Henry the 2d . 01 Francis the 2d . 01 Charles the 9th . 14 Henry the 3d. 15 Henry of Burbon . 14 Savoy Emanuel Philibert . Anno. 1558. Rome Paul the 4th . 03 Pius the 4th . 06 01 Pius the 5th . 05 Gregory the 13th . 13 Sixtus the 5th . 05 Vrban the 7th . Gregory the 14th . 01 Innocent the 9th . Clemens the 8th . 11 Florence Cosmo de Medicis . Father to the late Q. Mother of France . Emper. Germany Ferdinand . 07 Brother to Charles the 5th . likewise K. of Bohemia , and Hungarie , and second branch of the Austr . family . Maximilian the 2d . 12 Rodulphus the 2d . 26 Denmarke Frederick the 2d . 29 Christianus the 4th . 16 Swethland Gustanus Ericus . 03 Ericus Filius . 08 Iohn . 24 Sigismund . 10 Poland Sigismund the 2d . 13 03 Henry the 2d . 02 Stephen . 10 01 Sigismund of Swethland . 16 Turky . Solyman the Magnif ▪ 09 Selimus the 2d . 08 Amurath the 3d. 20 Mahomet the 3d. 08 An. 1603. Iames the first 22. Spaine Philip the 3d. 17 Philip the 4th . 05 France Henry of Burbon . 07 Lewis the 13th . 15 Savoy Charles Emanuel 1620. Rome Clemens the 8th . 02 Leo the 11th . Paul the 5th . 16 Gregory the 15th . 02 Urban the 8th . 02 Emperour of Germany Rodolphus . 10 Matthias . 07 Ferdinand the 2d . 05 First of the house of Gratz the 4th branch of the Austrian family . The 3d. having forfeited his right to succession , by marrying a Burgers daughter . Denmarke Christianus the 4th . 22 Bohemia Frederick Palatin . Rhen. Swethland Sigismund . 04 Charles . 10 Anno 1607. this Charles Vncle to Sigismund , seized the kingdome to himselfe . Gustavus Adolphus . 08 Poland Sigismund of Swethland . Hungarie Bethlem Gabor of Transil . Anno 1620 , the Hungarians rejected the Germane Government , and chose this man. Turky Achmat. 15 Mustapha . 05 Osman . Amurath the 4th . 02 PAge 42. l. 1. r. after which there were continuall . Wars betwixt the Emperor , &c. p. 48. l. 3. adde of . FINIS . A64746 ---- Olor Iscanus. A collection of some select poems, and translations, / formerly written by Mr. Henry Vaughan silurist. ; Published by a friend. Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A64746 of text R6212 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V123). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 131 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 41 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. 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Vaughan, Henry 1651 20273 38 5 0 0 0 0 21 C The rate of 21 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2000-00 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2001-06 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2001-09 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2001-09 TCP Staff (Michigan) Text and markup reviewed and edited 2001-11 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion SELECT Poems , and translations by Hen : Vaughan Silurist . Flumina amo , Sylvasque , inglorius OLOR ISCANUS . A COLLECTION OF SOME SELECT POEMS , AND TRANSLATIONS , Formerly written by Mr. Henry Vaughan Silurist . Published by a Friend . Virg. Georg. Flumina amo , Sylvasque , Inglorius — LONDON , Printed by T.W. for Humphrey Moseley , and are to be sold at his shop , at the Signe of the Prince's Arms in St. Pauls Church-yard , 1651. — O quis me gelidis in vallibus ISCAE Sistat , & Ingenti ramorum protegat umbrâ ! TO The truly Noble , and most Excellently accomplish'd , the LORD KILDARE DIGBY . MY LORD , IT is a Position anciently known , and modern Experience hath allowed it for a sad truth , that Absence and time , ( like Cold weather , and an unnaturall dormition ) will blast and wear out of memorie the most Endearing obligations ; And hence it was that some Politicians in Love have lookt upon the former of these two as a main remedy against the fondness of that Passion . But for my own part ( my Lord ) I shall deny this Aphorisme of the people , and beg leave to assure your Lordship , that , though these reputed obstacles have lain long in my way , yet neither of them could work upon me : for I am now ( without adulation ) as warm and sensible of those numerous favours , and kind Influences receiv'd sometimes from your Lordship , as I really was at the Instant of fruition . I have no plott by preambling thus , to set any rate upon this present addresse , as if I should presume to value a Return of this nature equall with your Lordships Deserts , but the designe is , to let you see that this habit I have got of being troublesome flowes from two excusable principles , Gratitude , and Love . These inward Counsellours ( I know not how discreetly ) perswaded me to this Attempt and Intrusion upon your name , which if your Lordship will vouchsafe to own as the Genius to these papers , you will perfect my hopes , and place me at my full height . This was the Ayme , my Lord , and is the End of this work , which though but a Pazzarello to the voluminoseè Insani , yet as Iezamin and the Violet find room in the bank as well as Roses and Lillies , so happily may this , and ( if shin'd upon by your Lordship ) please as much . To whose Protection , Sacred as your Name , and those eminent Honours which have alwayes attended upon 't through so many generations , I humbly offer it , and remain in all numbers of gratitude , Newton by Usk this 17. of Decemb. 1647. My honour'd Lord , Your most affectionate , humblest Servant VAUGHAN . The Publisher to the Reader . IT was the glorious Maro , that referr'd his Legacies to the Fire , and though Princes are seldome Executors , yet there came a Caesar to his Testament , as if the Act of a Poet could not be repeal'd but by a King . I am not Reader Augustus vindex : Here is no Royall Rescue , but here is a Muse that deserves it . The Author had long agoe condemn'd these Poems to Obscuritie , and the Consumption of that Further Fate , which attends it . This Censure gave them a Gust of Death , and they have partly known that Oblivion , which our Best Labours must come to at Last . I present thee then not onely with a Book , but with a Prey , and in this kind the first Recoveries from Corruption . Here is a Flame hath been sometimes extinguished : Thoughts that have been lost and forgot , but now they break out again like the Platonic Reminiscencie . I have not the Author's Approbation to the Fact , but I have Law on my Side , though never a Sword : I hold it no man's Praerogative to fire his own House . Thou seest how Saucie I am grown , and if thou doest expect I should Commend what is published , I must tell thee , I crie no Sivill Oranges . I will not say , Here is Fine or Cheap : that were an Injurie to the Verse it selfe , and to the Effects it can produce . Read on , and thou wilt find thy Spirit ingag'd : not by the Deserts of what wee call Tolerable , but by the Commands of a Pen , that is Above it . Vpon the most Ingenious pair of Twins , Eugenius Philalethes , and the Authour of these Poems . WHat Planet rul'd your birth ? what wittie star ? That you so like in Souls as Bodies are ! So like in both , that you seem born to free The starrie are from vulgar Calumnie . My doubts are solv'd , from hence my faith begins , Not only your faces , but your wits are Twins . When this bright Gemini shall from earth ascend , They will new light to dull ey'd mankind lend , Teach the Star-gazers , and delight their Eyes , Being fixt a Constellation in the Skyes . T. Powell Oxoniensis . To my friend the Authour upon these his Poems . I Call'd it once my sloth : In such an age So many Volumes deep , I not a page ? But I recant , and vow 't was thriftie Care That kept my Pen from spending on slight ware , And breath'd it for a Prize , whose pow'rfull shine Doth both reward the striver , and refine ; Such are thy Poems , friend : for since th'hast writ , I cann't reply to any name , but wit ; And left amidst the throng that make us grone , Mine prove a groundless Heresie alone , Thus I dispute . Hath there not rev'rence bin Pay'd to the Beard at doore , for Lord within ? Who notes the spindle-leg , or hollow eye Of the thinne Usher , the faire Lady by ? Thus I sinne freely , neighbour to a hand Which while I aime to strengthen , gives Command For my protection , and thou art to me At once my Subject and Securitie . I. Rowlandson Oxoniensis . Vpon the following Poems . I Write not here , as if thy last in store Of learned friends , 't is known that thou hast more ; Who , were they told of this , would find a way To rise a guard of Poets without pay , And bring as many hands to thy Edition , As th'City should unto their May'rs Petition , But thou wouldst none of this , left it should be Thy Muster rather , than our Courtesie , Thou wouldst not beg as Knights do , and appeare Poet by Voice , and suffrage of the Shire , That were enough to make my Muse advance Amongst the Crutches , nay it might enhance Our Charity , and we should think it sit The State should build an Hospital for wit . But here needs no reliefe : Thy richer Verse Creates all Poets , that can but reherse , And they , like Tenants better'd by their land , Should pay thee Rent for what they understand , Thou art not of that lamentable Nation , Who make a blessed Alms of approbation , Whose fardel-notes are Briefes in ev'ry thing , But , that they are not licens'd By the King . Without such scrape-requests thou dost come forth Arm'd ( though I speak it ) with thy proper worth , And needest not this noise of friends , for wee Write out of love , not thy necessitie ; And though this sullen age possessed be With some strange Desamour to Poetrie , Yet I suspect ( thy fancy so delights ) The Puritans will turn thy Proselytes , And that thy flame when once abroad it shines , Will bring thee as many friends , as thou hast lines . EUGENIUS PHILALETHIS Oxoniensis . Olor Iscanus . To the River Isca . WHen Daphne's Lover here first wore the Dayes , Eurotas secret streams heard all his Layes . And holy Orpheus , Natures busie Child By headlong Hebrus his deep Eymns Compil'd . Soft Petrarch ( thaw'd by Laura's flames ) did weep On Tybers banks , when she ( prou'd fair ! ) cou'd sleep ; Mosella boasts Ausonius , and the Thames Doth murmure SIDNEYS Stella to her streams , While Severn sworn with Ioy and sorrow , wears Castara's smiles mixt with fair Sabrin's tears . Thus Poets ( like the Nymphs , their pleasing themes ) Haunted the bubling Springs and gliding streams , And happy banks ! whence such fair flowres have sprung , But happier those where they have sate and sung ! Poets ( like Angels ) where they once appear Hallow the place , and each succeeding year Adds rev'rence to 't , such as at length doth give This aged faith , That there their Genii live . Hence th' Auncients say , That , from this sickly aire They passe to Regions more refin'd and faire , To Meadows strow'd with Lillies and the Rose , And shades whose youthfull green no old age knowes , Where all in white they walk , discourse , and Sing Like Bees soft murmurs , or a Chiding Spring . But Isca , whensoe'r those shades I see , And thy lov'd Arbours must no more know me , When I am layd to rest hard by thy streams , And my Sun sets , where first it sprang in beams , I 'le leave ; behind me such a large , kind light , As shall redeem thee from oblivious night , And in these vowes which ( living yet ) I pay Shed such a Previous and Enduring Ray , As shall from age to age thy fair name lead 'Till Rivers leave to run , and men to read . First , may all Bards born after me ( When I am ashes ) sing of thee ! May thy green banks and streams ( or none ) Be both their Hill and Helicon ; May Vocall Groves grow there , and all The shades in them Propheticall , Where ( laid ) men shall more faire truths see Than fictions were of Thessalie . May thy gentle Swains ( like flowres ) Sweetly spend their Youthfull houres , And thy beauteous Nymphs ( like Doves ) Be kind and faithfull to their Loves ; Garlands , and Songs , and Roundelayes , Mild , dewie nights , and Sun-shine dayes , The Turtles voyce , Ioy without fear , Dwell on thy bosome all the year ! May the Evet and the Tode Within thy Banks have no abode , Nor the wilie , winding Snake Her voyage through thy waters make . In all thy Iourney to the Main No nitrous Clay , nor Brimstone-vein Mixe with thy streams , but may they passe Fresh as the aire , and cleer as Glasse , And where the wandring Chrystal treads Rojes shall kisse , and Couple heads . The factour-wind from far shall bring The Odours of the Scatter'd Spring , And loaden with the rich Aweare , Spend it in Spicie whispers there . No sullen heals , nor flames that are Offensive , and Canicular , Shine on thy Sands , nor pry to see Thy Scalie , shading familie , But Noones as mild as Hasper's rayes , Or the first blushes of fair dayes . What gifts more Heav'n or Earth can adde With all those blessings be thou Clad ! Honour , Beautie , Faith and Dutie , Delight and Truth , With Love , and Youth Crown all about thee And what ever Fate Impose else-where , whether the graver state , Or some toy else , may those lomd , anxious Cares For dead and dying things ( the Common ●ares And showes of time ) he'r break thy Peace , nor make Thy repos'd Armes to a new warre awake ! But Freedome , safety , Ioy and blisse : United in one loving kisse Surround thee quite , and stile thy borders The Land redeem'd from all disorders ! The Charnel-house . BLesse me ! what damps are here ? how stiffe an aire ? Kelder of mists , a second Fiats care , Front speece o' th' grave and darkness , a Display Of ruin'd man , and the disease of day ; Leane , bloudless shamble , where I can descrie Fragments of men , Rags of Anatomie ; Corruptions ward-robe , the transplantive bed Of mankind , and th'Exchequer of the dead . How thou arrests my sense ? how with the sight My winter'd bloud growes stiffe to all delight ? Torpedo to the Eye ! whose least glance can Freeze our wild lusts , and rescue head-long man ; Eloquent silence ! able to Immure An Atheists thoughts , and blast an Epicure . Were I a Lucian , Nature in this dresse Would make me wish a Saviour , and Confesse . Where are you shoreless thoughts , vast tenter'd hope , Ambitious dreams , Aymes of an Endless scope , Whose stretch'd Excesse runs on a string too high And on the rack of self-extension dye ? Chameleons of state , Aire-monging band , Whose breath ( like Gun-powder ) blowes up a land , Come see your dissolution , and weigh What a loath'd nothing you shall be one day , As th' Elements by Circulation passe From one to th'other , and that which first was Is so again , so 't is with you ; The grave And Nature but Complote , what the one gave , The other takes ; I think then , that in this bed There sleep the Reliques of as proud a head As stern and subtill as your own , that hath Perform'd , or forc'd as much , whose tempest-wrath Hath levell'd Kings with slaves , and wisely then Calme these high furies , and descend to men ; Thus Cyrus tam'd the Macedon , a tombe Checkt him , who thought the world too straight a Room . Have I obey'd the Powers of face , A beauty able to undoe the Race Of easie man ? I look but here , and strait I am Inform'd , the lovely Counterfeit Was but a smoother Clay . That famish'd slave Begger'd by wealth , who starvea that he may save , Brings hither but his sheet ; Nay , th' Ostrich-man , That feeds on steele and bullet , he that can Outswea : his Lordship , and reply as tough To a kind word , as if his tongue were Buffe , Is Chap-faln here , wormes without wit , or fear Defie him now , death hath disarm'd the Bear . Thus could I run o'r all the pitteous score Of erring men , and having done meet more , Their shuffled Wills , abortive , vain Intents , Phautasrick humours , perillous Ascents , False , empty honours , traiterous delights , And what soe'r a blind Conceit Invites ; But these and more which the weak vermins swell , Are Couch'd in this Accumulative Cell Which I could scatter ; But the grudging Sun Calls home his beams , and warns me to be gone , Day leaves me in a double night , and I Must bid farewell to my sad library . Yet with these notes . Henceforth with thought of thee I 'le season all succeeding Iollitie , Yet damn not mirth , nor think too much is fit , Excesse hath no Religion , nor wit , But should wild bloud swell to a lawless strain On Check from thee shall Channel it again . In Amicum foeneratorem . THanks mighty Silver ! I rejoyce to see How I have spoyl'd his thrift , by spending thee . Now thou art gone , he courts my wants with more , His Decoy gold , and bribes me to restore . As lesser lode-stones with the North consent Naturally moving to their Element , As bodyes swarm to th' Center , and that fire Man stole from heaven , to heav'n doth still aspire , So this vast crying summe drawes in a lesse , And hence this bag more Northward layd I guesse , For 't is of Pole-star force , and in this sphere Though th'least of many rules the master-bear . Prerogative of debts ! how he doth dresse His messages in Chink ? not an Expresse Without a fee for reading , and 't is fit , For gold 's the best restorative of wit , O how he gilds them o'r ! with what delight I read those lines , where Angels doe Indite ? But wilt have money Og ? must I dispurse ? Will nothing serve thee but a Poets curse ? Wilt rob an Altar thus ? and sweep it once What Orpheus-like I forc'd from stocks and stones ? ' I will never swell thy Bag , nor ring one peale In thy dark Chest . Talk not of Shreives , or gaole , I fear them not . I have no land to glutt Thy durty appetite , and make thee strutt Nimrod of acres ; I 'le no Speech prepare To court the Hopefull Cormorant , thine heire . Yet there 's a Kingdome , at thy beck , if thou But kick this drosse , Parnassus flowre brow I 'le give thee with my Tempe , and to boot That horse which struck a fountain with his foot . A Bed of Roses I 'le provide for thee , And Chrystal Springs shall drop thee melodie ; The breathing shades wee 'l haunt , where ev'ry leafe Shall whisper us asleep , though thou art deafe ; Those waggish Nymph too which none ever yet Durst make love to , wee 'l teach the Loving fit , Wee 'l suck the Corall of their lips , and feed Upon their spicie breath , a meale at need , Rove in their Amber-tresses , and unfold That glist'ring grove , the Curled wood of gold , Then peep for babies , a new Puppet-play , And riddle what their pratling Eyes would say . But here thou must remember to dispurse , For without money all this is a Curse , Thou must for more bags call , and so restore This Iron-age to gold , as once before ; This thou must doe , and yet this is not all , For thus the Poet would be still in thrall , Thou must then ( if live thus ) my neast of honey , Cancell old bonds , and beg to lend more money . To his friend — . I Wonder , Iames , through the whole Historie Of ages , such Entailes of povertie Are layd on Poets ; Lawyers ( they say ) have found A trick to cut them , would they were but bound To practise on us , though for this thing wee Should pay ( if possible ) their bribes and fee . Search ( as thou canst ) the old and moderne store Of Rome and ours , in all the wittie score Thou shalt not find a rich one ; Take each Clime And run o'r all the pilgrimage of time Thou 'lt meet them poor , and ev'ry where descrie A thredbare , goldless genealogie . Nature ( it seems ) when she meant us for Earth Spent so much of her treasure in the birth As ever after niggards her , and Shee , Thus stor'd within , beggers us outwardly . Wofull profusion I at how dear a rate Are wee made up ? all hope of thrise and state Lost for a verse : When I by thoughts look back Into the wombe of time , and see the Rack Stand useless there , untill we are produc'd Unto the torture , and our soules infus'd To learn afflictions , I begin to doubt That as some tyrants use from their chain'd roue Of slaves to pick out one whom for their sport They keep afflicted by some lingring art , So wee are meerly thrown upon the stage The mirth of fooles , and Legend of the age , When I see in the ruines of a sute Some nobler brest , and his tongue sadly mute Feed on the Vocall silence of his Eye , And knowing cannot reach the remedie , When soules of baser stamp shine in their store , And he of all the throng is only poore , When French apes for forraign fashions pay , And English legs are drest th'outlandish way , So fine too , that they their own shadows wooe , While he walks in the sad and Pilgrim-shooe , I 'm mad at Fate , and angry ev'n to sinne , To see deserts and learning clad so thinne : To think how th'earthly Usurer can brood Upon his bags , and weigh the pretious food With palsied hands , as if his soul did feare The Scales could rob him of what he layd there ; Like Divels that on hid Treasures sit , or those Whose jealous Eyes trust not beyond their nose They guard the durt , and the bright Idol hold Close , and Commit adultery with gold . A Curse upon their drosse ! how have we sued For a few scatter'd Chips ? how oft pursu'd Petitions with a blush , in hope to squeeze For their souls health , more than our wants a peece ? Their steel-rib'd Chests and Purse ( rust eat them both ! ) Have cost us with much paper many an oath , And Protestations of such solemn sense , As if our soules were sureties for the Pence . Should we a full nights learned cares present , They 'l scarce return us one short houres Content , Las ! they 're but quibbles , things we Poets feign , The short-liv'd Squibs and Crackers of the brain . But wee 'l be wiser , knowing 't is not they That must redeem the hardship of our way , Whether a Higher Power , or that starre Which neerest heav'n , is from the earth most far Oppresse us thus , or angel'd from that Sphere By our strict Guardians are kept luckless here , It matters not , wee shall one day obtain Our native and Celestiall scope again . To his retired friend , an Invitation to Brecknock . SInce last wee met , thou and thy horse ( my dear , ) Have not so much as drunk , or litter'd here , I wonder , though thy self be thus deceast , Thou hast the spite to Coffin up thy beast ; Or is the Palfrey sick , and his rough hide With the penance of One Spur mortifide ? Or taught by thee ( like Pythagoras's Oxe ) Is then his master grown more Orthodox ? What ever 't is , a sober cause't must be That thus long bars us of thy Companie . The Town believes thee lost , and didst thou see But half her suffrings , now distrest for thee , thou 'ldst swear ( like Rome ) her soule , polluted walls Were sackt by Brennus , and the salvage Gaules . Abominable face of things ! here 's noise Of bang'd Mortars , blew Aprons , and Boyes , Pigs , Dogs , and Drums , with the hoarse hellish notes Of politickly-deafe Usurers throats , With new fine worships , and the old east teame Of Justices vext with the Cough , and flegme . Midst these the Crosse looks sad , and in the Shirt - - Hall furs of an old Saxon Fox appear , With brotherly Ruffs and Beards , and a strange sight Of high Monumentall Hats t'ane at the sight Of Eighty eight ; while ev'ry Bargessi foots The mortall Pavement in eternall boots . Hadst thou been batc'lour , I had soon divin'd Thy Close retirements , and Monastick mind , Perhaps some Nymph had been to visit , or The beauteous Churle was to be waited for , And like the Greek , e'r you the sport would misse You stai'd , and stroak'd the Dislosse for a kisse . But in this age , when thy coole , settled bloud Is ty'd t'one flesh , and thou almost grown good , I know not how to reach the strange device , Except ( Domitian like ) thou murther'st flyes ; Or is 't thy pietie ? for who can tell But thou may'st prove devout , and love a Cell , And ( like a Badger ) with attentive looks In the dark hole sit rooting up of books . Quick Hermit ! what a peacefull Change hadst thou Without the noise of haire-cloth , whip , or Vow ? But is there no redemption ? must there be No other penance but of liberty ? Why two months hence , if thou continue thus Thy memory will scarce remain with us , The Drawers have forgot thee , and exclaim They have not seen thee here since Charles his raign , Or if they mention thee , like some old man . That at each word inserts — Sir , as I can Remember — So the Cyph'rers puzzle mee With a dark , cloudie character of thee . That ( certs ! ) I fear thou wilt be lost , and wee Must ask the Fathers e'r 't be long for thee . Come ! leave this sullen state , and let not Wine And precious Witt lye dead for want of thine , Shall the dull Market-land-lord with his Rout Of sneaking Tenants durtily swill out This harmlesse liquor ? shall they knock and beat For Sack , only to talk of Rye , and wheat ? O let not such prepost'rous tipling be In our Metropolis , may I ne'r see Such Tavern-sacrilege , nor load a line To weep the Rapes and Tragedy of wine ! Here lives that Chimick , quick fire which betrayes Fresh Spirits to the bloud , and warms our layes , I have reserv'd 'gainst thy approach a Cup That were thy Muse stark dead , shall raise her up , And teach her yet more Charming words and skill Than ever Coelia , Chloris , Astrophil , Or any of the Thredbare names Inspir'd Poore riming lovers with a Mistris sir'd . Come then I and while the slow Isicle hangs At the stiffe thatch , and Winters frosty pangs Benumme the year , blith ( as of old let us 'Midst noise and War , of Peace , and mirth discusse . This portion thou wort born for : why should wee Vex at the times ridiculous miserie ? An age that thus hath fool'd it selfe , and will ( Spite of thy teeth and mine ) persist so still . Let 's sit then at this fire , and while wee steal A Revell in the Town , let others seal , Purchase or Cheat , and who can , let them pay , Till those black deeds bring on the dark some day ; Innocent spenders wee ! a better use Shall wear out our short Lease , and leave th'obtuse Rout to their husks ; They and their bags at best Have cares in earnest , wee care for a Iest . Monsieur Gombauld . I'Ave read thy Souls fair night-peece , and have seen Th'Amours and Courtship of the silint Queen , Her stoln descents to Earth , and what did move her To Juggle first with Heav'n , then with a Lover , With Latmos loweer rescue , and ( alas ! ) To find her out a Hue and Crie in Brasse , Thy Journall of deep Mysteries , and sad Nocturnall Pilgrimage , with thy dreams clad In fancies darker than thy Cave , Thy Glosse Of sleepie draughts , and as thy soul did passe In her calm voyage what discourse she heard Of Spirits , what dark Groves and ill-shap'd guard Ismena lead thee through , with thy proud flight O'r Periardes , and deep , musing night Neere fair Eurotas banks , what solemn green The neighbour shades weare , and what forms are seen In their large Bowers , with that sad path and seat Which none but light-heeld Nymphs and Fairies heat ; Their solitary life , and how exempt From Common frailtie , the severe contempt They have of Man , their priviledge to live A Tree , or Fountain , and in that Reprieve What ages they consume , with the sad Vale Of Diophania , and the mournfull tale , Or th' bleeding vocall Myrtle ; These and more Thy richer thoughts we are upon the score To thy rare fancy for , nor doest thou fall From thy first Majesty , or ought at all Betray Consumption , thy full vigorous Bayes Wear the same green , and scorn the lene decayes Of stile , or matter ; Just so have I known Some Chrystal spring , that from the neighbour down Deriv'd her birth , in gentle murmurs steal To their next Vale , and proudly there reveal Her streams in lowder accents , adding still More noise and waters to her Channell , till At last swoln with Increase she glides along The Lawnes and Meadows in a wanton throng Of frothy billows , and in one great name Swallows the tributary brooks drown'd fame . Nor are they meere Inventions , for we In th' same peece find scatter'd Philosophie And hidden , disperst truths that folded lye In the dark shades of deep Allegorie , So neatly weav'd , like Arras , they descrie Fables with Truth , Fancy with Historie . So that thou hast in this thy curious mould Cast that commended mixture wish'd of old , Which shall these Contemplations render far Lesse mutable , and lasting as their star , And while there is a People , or a Sunne , Endymions storie with the Moon shall runne . An Elegie on the death of Mr. R.W. slain in the late unfortunate differences at Routon Heath , neer Chester , 1645. I Am Confirm'd , and so much wing is given To my wild thoughts , that they dare strike at heav'n . A full years griefe I struggled with , and stood Still on my sandy hopes uncertain good , So loth was I to yeeld , to all those fears I still oppos'd thee , and denyed my tears . But thou art gone ! and the untimely losse Like that one day , hath made all others Crosse . Have you seen on some Rivers flowrie brow A well-built Elme or stately Cedar grow , Whose Curled tops gilt with the Morning-ray Becken'd the Sun , and whisperd to the day , When unexpected from the angry North A fatall sullen whirle-wind sallies forth , And with a full-mouth'd blast rends from the ground The Shady twins , which rushing scatter round Their sighing leafes , whilst overborn with strength , Their trembling heads bow to a prostrate length ; So forc'd fell he ; So Immaturely Death Stifled his able heart and active breath . The world scarce knew him yet , his early Soule Had but new-broke her day , and rather stole A sight , than gave one ; as if su'bt'ly she Would learn our stock , but hide his treasurie . His years ( should time lay both his wings and glasse Unto his charge ) could not be summ'd ( alas ! ) To a full score ; Though in so short a span His riper thoughts had purchas'd more of man Than all those worthless livers , which yet quick , Have quite outgone their own Arithmetick . He seiz'd perfections , and without a dull And mossie gray possess'd a solid skull , No Crooked knowledge neither , nor did he Wear the friends name for Ends and policie , And then lay'd by ; As those lost Youths of th'stage Who only flourish'd for the Play 's short age And then retir'd , like Iewels in each part He wore his friends , But chiefly at his heart . Nor was it only in this he did excell , His equall valour could as much , as well . He knew no fear but of his God ; yet durst No injurie , nor ( as some have ●e'r pur'st The sweat and tears of others , yet would be More forward in a royall gallantrie Than all those vast pretenders , which of late Swell'd in the ruines of their King and State . He weav'd not Self-ends , and the Publick good Into one piece nor with the peoples bloud Fill'd his own veins ; In all the doubtfull way Conscience and Honour rul'd him . O that day When like the Fathers in the Fire and Cloud I mist thy face ! I might in ev'ry Crowd See Armes like thine , and men advance , but none So neer to lightning mov'd , nor so fell on . Have you observ'd how soon the nimble Eye Brings th' Object to Conceit , and doth so vic Performance with the Soul , that you would swear The Act and apprehension both lodg'd there , Just so mov'd he : like short his active hand Drew bloud , e'r well the foe could understand . But here I lost him . Whether the last turn Of thy few sands call'd on thy hastie urn , Or some fierce rapid fate ( hid from the Eye ) Hath hurl'd thee Pris'ner to some distant skye I cannot tell , but that I doe believe Thy Courage such as scorn'd a base Reprieve . What ever 't was , whether that day thy breath Suffer'd a Civill or the Common death , Which I doe most suspect , and that I have Fail'd in the glories of so known a grave , Though thy lov'd ashes misse me , and mine Eyes Had no acquaintance with thy Exequies , Nor at the last farewell , torn from thy sight On the Cold sheet have fix'd a sad delight , Yet what e'r pious hand ( in stead of mine ) Hath done this office to that dust of thine , And till thou rise again from thy low bed Lent a Cheap pillow to thy quiet head , Though but a private turffe , it can do more To keep thy name and memory in store Than all those Lordly fooles which lock their bones In the dumb piles of Chested brasse , and stones . Th'art rich in thy own fame , and needest not These Marble-frailties , nor the gilded blot Of posthume honours ; There is not one sand Sleeps o'r thy grave , but can outbid that hand And pencill too , so that of force wee must Confesse their heaps shew lesser than thy dust . And ( blessed soule ! ) though this my sorrow can Adde nought to thy perfections , yet as man Subject to Envy , and the common fate It may redeem thee to a fairer date ; As some blind Dial , when the day is done , Can tell us at mid-night , There was a Sun , So these perhaps , though much beneath thy fame , May keep some weak remembrance of thy name , And to the faith of better times Commend Thy loyall upright life , and gallant End . Nomen & arma locum servant , te , amice , nequivi Conspicere , — Upon a Cloke lent him by Mr. I. Ridsley . HEre , take again thy Sack-cloth ! and thank heav'n Thy Courtship hath not kill'd me ; Is 't not Even Whether wee dye by peecemeale , or at once Since both but ruine , why then for the nonce Didst husband my afflictions , and cast o're Me this forc'd Hurdle to inflame the score ? Had I neer London in this Rug been seen Without doubt I had executed been For some bold Irish spy , and crosse a sledge Had layn mess'd up for their soure gates and bridge . When first I bore it , my oppressed feer . Would needs perswade me , 't was some leaden sheet ; Such deep Impressions , and such dangerous holes Were made , that I began to doubt my soals , And ev'ry step ( so neer necessity ) Devoutly wish'd some honest Cobler by , Besides it was so short , the Iewish rag Seem'd Circumcis'd , but had a Gentile shag . Hadst thou been with me on that day , when wee Left craggie Biston , and the fatall Dee , When beaten with fresh storms , and late mishap It shar'd the office of a Cloke , and Cap , To see how 'bout my clouded head it stood Like a thick Turband , or some Lawyers Hood , While the stiffe , hollow pletes on ev'ry side Like Conduit-pipes rain'd from the Bearded hide , I know thou wouldst in spite of that day's fate Let loose thy mirth at my new shape and state , And with a shallow smile or two professe Some Sarazin had lost the Clowted Dresse . Didst ever see the good wife ( as they say ) March in her short cloke on the Christning day , With what soft motions she salutes the Church , And leaves the Bedrid Mother in the lurch ; Just so Jogg'd I , while my dull horse did trudge Like a Circuit-beast plagu'd with a goutie Judge . But this was Civill . I have since known mo●e And worser pranks : One night ( as heretofore Th' hast known ) for want of change ( a thing which I And Bias us'd before me ) I did lye Pure Adami●e , and simply for that end Resolv'd , and made this for my bosome-friend . O that thou hadst been there next morn , that I Might teach thee new Micro-cosmo graphie ! Thou wouldst have ta'ne me , as I naked stood , For one of th' seven pillars before the sloud , Such Characters and Hierogliphicks were In one night wo●n , that thou mightst justly swear I 'd slept in Cere-cloth , or at Bedlam where The mad men lodge in straw , I 'le not forbear To tell thee all , his wild Impress and tricks Like Speeds old Britans made me look , or Pitts ; His villanous , biting , Wire-embraces Had seal'd in me more strange formes and faces Than Children see in dreams , or thou hast read In Arras , Puppet-playes , and Ginger-bread , With angled Schemes , and Crosses that bred fear Of being handled by some Conjurer , And neerer thou wouldst think ( such strokes were drawn ) I 'd been some rough statue of Fetter-lane , Nay , I believe , had I that instant been By Surgeons or Apothecaries seen , They had Condemned my raz'd skin to be Some walking Herball , or Anatomie . But ( thanks to th'day ! ) 't is off . I 'd now advise Thee friend to put this peece to Merchandize ; The Pedlars of our age have business yet , And gladly would against the Fayr-day fit Themselves with such a Roofe , that can secure Their Wares from Dogs and Cats rain'd in ●●owre , It shall performe ; or if this will not doe 'T will take the Ale-wives sure ; 'T will make them two Fine Roomes of One , and spread upon a stick Is a partition without Lime or Brick . Horn'd obstinacie ! how my heart doth fret To think what Mouthes and Elbowes it would set In a wet day ? have you for two pence e're Seen King Harryes Chappell at Westminster , Where in their dustie gowns of Brasse and Stone The Judges lye , and markt you how each one In sturdie Marble-plets about the knee Bears up to shew his legs and symmetrie ? Iust so would this ; That I think 't weav'd upon Some stiffneckt Brownists exercising loome . O that thou hadst it when this Jugling fate Of Souldierie first seiz'd me ! at what rate Would I have bought it then , what was there but I would have giv'n for the Compendious h●tt ? I doe not doubt but ( if the weight could please , ) 'T would guard me better than a Lapland-lease , Or a German shirt with Inchanted lint Stuft'd through , and th'devils beard and face weav'd in 't . But I have done . And think not , friend , that I This freedome took to Jeere thy Courtesie , I thank thee for 't , and I believe my Muse So known to thee , thou 'lt not suspect abuse ; She did this , 'cause ( perhaps ) thy love paid thus Might with my thanks out-live thy Cloke , and Vs . Upon Mr. Fletchers Playes , published , 1647. I Knew thee not , not durst attendance strive Labell to wit , Verser remonstrative , And in some Suburb-page ( scandal to thine ) Like Lent before a Christmasse scatter mine , This speaks thee not , since at the utmost rate Such remnants from thy piece Intreat their date ; Nor can I dub the Coppy , or afford Titles to swell the reare of Verse with Lord , Nor politickly big to Inch low fame Stretch in the glories of a strangers name , And Clip those Bayes I Court , weak striver I , But a faint Echo unto Poetrie . I have not Clothes t' adopt me , not must sit For Plush and Velvets sake Esquire of wit , Yet Modestie these Crosses would improve , And Rags neer thee , some Reverencemay move . I did believe ( great Beaumont being dead , ) Thy Widow'd Muse slept on his flowrie bed ; But I am richly Cosen'd , and can see Wit transmigrates , his Spirit stayd with thee , Which doubly advantag'd by thy single pen In life and death now treads the Stage agen ; And thus are wee freed from that dearth of wit Which starv'd the Land since into Schismes split , Wherein th'hast done so much , wee must needs guesse Wits last Edition is now i' th Presse , For thou hast drain'd Invention , and he That writes hereafter , doth but pillage thee . But thou hast plotts ; and will not the Kirk strain At the Designe of such a Tragick brain ? Will they themselves think safe , when they shall see Thy most abominable policie ? Will not the Eares assemble , and think 't fit Their Synod fast , and pray , against thy wit ? But they 'le not lyre in such an idle Quest , Thou doest but kill , and Circumvent in Iest , And when thy anger'd Muse swells to a blow 'T is but for Field's , or Swansteed's overthrow . Yet shall these Conquests of thy Bayes outlive Their Scotish zeale , and Compacts made to grieve The Peace of Spirits , and when such deeds fayle Of their foule Ends , a faire name is thy Bayle . But ( happy thou ! ) ne'r saw'st these stormes , our aire Teem'd with even in thy time , though seeming faire ; Thy gentle Soule meant for the shade , and ease Withdrew betimes into the Land of Peace ; So neasted in some Hospitable shore The Hermit-angler , when the mid-Seas roare Packs up his lines , and ( ere the tempest raves , Retyres , and leaves his station to the waves . Thus thou diedst almost with our peace , and wee This breathing time thy last fair Issue see , Which I think such ( if needless Ink not soyle So Choice a Muse , ) others are but thy foile ; This , or that age may write , but never see A Wit that dares run Paralell with thee . True , BEN must live ! but bate him , and thou hast Undone all future wits , and match'd the past . Upon the Poems and Playes of the ever memorable Mr. William Cartwright . I Did but see thee ! and how vain it is To vex thee for it with Remonstrances , Though things in fashion , let those Iudge , who sit Their twelve pence out , to clap their hands at wit ; I fear to Sinne thus neer thee ; for ( great Saint ! ) 'T is known , true beauty hath no need of paint . Yet , since a Labell fixt to thy fair Hearse Is all the Mode , and tears put into Verse Can teach Posterity our present griefe And their own losse , but never give reliefe ; I 'le tell them ( and a truth which needs no passe , ) That wit in Cartwright at her Zenith was , Arts , Fancy , Language , all Conven'd in thee , With those grand Miracles which deifie The old worlds Writings , kept yet from the fire , Because they force these worst times to admire . Thy matchless Genius , in all thou didst write , Like the Sun , wrought with such stayd beat , and light , That not a line ( to the most Critick he ) Offends with flashes , or obscuritie . When thou the wild of humours trackst , thy pen So Imitates that Motley slock in men , As if thou hadst in all their bosomes been , And seen those Leopards that lurk within . The am'rous Youth steals from thy Courtly page His vow'd Addresse , the Souldier his brave rage ; And those soft beauteous Readers whose looks can Make some men Poets , and make any ' man A Lover , when thy Slave but seems to dye , Turn all his Mourners , and melt at the Eye . Thus , thou thy thoughts hast drest in such a strain As doth not only speak , but rule and raign , Nor are those bodyes they assum'd , dark Clouds , Or a thick bark , but clear , transparent shrouds , Which who lookes on , the Rayes so strongly beat They 'l brushe and warm him with a quickning heat , So Souls shine at the Eyes , and Pearls display Through the loose-Chrystal-streams a glaunce of day . But what 's all this unto a Royall Test ? Thou art the Man , whom great Charles so exprest ! Then let the Crowd refrain their needless humme , When Thunder speaks , then Squibs and Winds are dumb . To the best , and most accomplish'd Couple — BLessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads As the mild heav'n on Roses sheds , When at their Cheeks ( like Pearls ) they weare The Clouds that court them in a teare , And may they be fed from above By him which first ordain'd your love ! Fresh as the houres may all your pleasures be , And healthfull as Eternitie ! Sweet as the flowres first breath , and Close As th' unseen spreadings of the Rose , When he unfolds his Curtain'd head , And makes his bosome the Suns bed . Soft as your selves run your whole lifes , and cleare As your own glasse , or what shines there ; Smooth as heav'ns face , and bright as he When without Mask , or Tiffanie , In all your time not one Iarre meet But peace as silent as his feet . Like the dayes Warmth may all your Comforts be , Untoil'd for , and Serene as he , Yet free and full as is that sheafe Of Sun-beams gilding ev'ry leafe , When now the tyrant-heat expires And his Cool'd locks breath milder fires . And as those parcell'd glories he doth shed Are the faire Issues of his head , Which ne'r so distant are soon known By th' heat and lustre for his own , So may each branch of yours wee see Your Coppyes , and our Wonders be ! And when no more on Earth you must remain Invited hence to heav'n again , Then may your vertuous , virgin-flames Shine in those Heires of your fair names , And teach the world that mysterie Your selves in your Posteritie ! So you to both worlds shall rich presents bring , And gather'd up to heav'n , leave here a Spring . An Elegie on the death of Mr. R. Hall , slain at Pontefract , 1684. I Knew it would be thus ! and my Just fears Of thy great spirit are Improv'd to tears . Yet slow these not from any base distrust Of a fair name , or that thy honour must Confin'd to those cold reliques sadly sit In the same Cell an obscure Anchorite . Such low distempers Murther , they that must Abuse thee so , weep not , but wound thy dust . But I past such dimme Mourners can descrie Thy same above all Clouds of obloquie , And like the Sun with his victorious rayes Charge through that darkness to the last of dayes . 'T is true , fair Manhood hath a female Eye , And tears are beauteous in a Victorie , Not are wee so high-proofe , but griefe will find Through all our guards a way to wound the mind ; But in thy fall what addes the brackish summe More than a blott unto thy Martyrdome , Which scorns such wretched suffrages , and stands More by thy single worth , than our whole bands , Yet could the puling tribute rescue ought In this sad lofle , or wert thou to be brought Back here by tears , I would in any wise Pay down the summe , or quite Consume my Eyes . Thou fel●'st our double ruine , and this rent Forc●d in thy life shak'd both the Church and tent , Learning in others steales them from the Van , And basely wise Emasculates the man . But lodged in thy brave soul the book●sh seat Serve'd only as the light unto thy heat ; Thus when some quitted action , to their shame , And only got a discreet towards name , Thou with thy bloud mad'st purchase of renown , And diedst the glory of the Sword and Gown Thy bloud hath hallow'd Pomfret , and this blow ( Prophan'd before ) hath Church'd the Castle now . Nor is 't a Common valour we deplore , But such as with fifteen a hundred bore , And lightning like ( not coopt within a wall ) In stormes of fire and steele fell on them all . Thou went no wool-sack souldier , nor of those Whose Courage lies in winking at their foes , That live at loop-holes , and consume their breath On Match or Pipes , and sometimes peepe at death ; No it were sinne to number these with thee , But that ( thus poiz'd ) our losse wee better see . The fair and open valour was thy shield , And thy known station , the defying suld . Yet these in thee I would not Voturs call . But that this age must know , that thou hadst all . Those richer graces that adorn'd thy mind Like stars of the first magnitude , so shin'd , That is oppos'd unto these lesser lights All we can say , is this , They were fair nights . Thy Paty and Leamme did unite , And though with Severall beames made up one light , And such thy Judgement was , that I dare swear Whole Counsels might as soon , and Synods erre . But all these now are out ! and as some Star Hurl'd in Diurnall motions from far , And seen to droop at night , is vainly sed To fall , and find an Occidentall bed , Though in that other world what wee Judge west Proves Elevation , and a new , fresh East . So though our weaker sense den'es us sight And bodies cannot trace the Spirits flight , Wee know those graces to be still in thee , But wing'd above us to eternitie . Since then ( thus flown ) thou art so much refin'd , That we can only reach thee with the mind , I will not in this dark and narrow glasse Let thy scant shadow for Perfections passe , But leave thee to be read more high , more queint , In thy own bloud a Souldier and a Saint . — Salve aetcrnum mihi maxime Palls ! AEteraumg ; vale ! — To my learned friend , Mr. T. Powell , upon His Translation of Malvezzi's Christian Politician . WEe thank you , worthy Sir , that now we see Malvezzi languag'd like our Infancie , And can without suspition entertain This forraign States-man to our brest or brain , You have enlarg'd his praise , and from your store By this Edition made his worth the more . Thus by your learned hand ( amidst the corse ) Outlandish plants thrive in our thankless soile , And wise men after death , by a strange fate , Lye Leiguer here , and beg to serve our State . Italy now , though Mistris of the Bayes , Waits on this wreath , proud of a forraign praise , For , wise Malvezzi , thou didst lye before Confin'd within the language of one shore , And like those Stars which neer the Poles doe steer Wer 't but in one part of the Globe seen cleer , Provence and Nap'es were the best and most Thou couldst thine in , fixt to that single Coast , Perhaps some Cardinal to be thought wise And honest too , would ask , what was thy price ? Then thou must pack to Rome , where thou mightst lye E'r thou shouldst have new cloathes eternally , For though so neer the seav'n hills , ne'rthelesse Thou cam'st to Antwerp for thy Roman dresse : But now then art come hither , thou mayst run Through any Clime as well known as the Sun , And in thy sev'rall dresses like the year Challenge acquaintance with each peopled Sphere . Come then rare Politicians of the time , Brains of some standing , Elders in our Clime , See here the method : A wise , solid stare Is quick in acting , friendly in debate , Ioynt in advice , in resolutions just , Mild in successe , true to the Common trust . It cements ruptures , and by gentle hand Allayes the heat and burnings of a land , Religion guides it , and in all the Tract Designes so twist , that heav'n confirms the act ; If from these lists you wander as you steere , Look back , and Caltchile your actions here , These are the Marks to which true States-men tend , And greatness here with goodness hath one End . To my worthy friend Master T. Lewes . SEes not my friend , what a deep snow Candies our Countries wooddy brow ? The yeelding branch his load scarse bears Opprest with snow , and frozen tears , While the dumb rivers slowly float , All bound up in an Icie Coat . Let us meet then ! and while this world In wild Excentricks now is hurld , Keep wee , like nature , the same Key , And walk in our forefathers way ; Why any more cast wee an Eye On what may come , not what is nigh ? Why vex our selves with feare , or hope And cares beyond our Horoscope ? Who into future times would peere Looks ost beyond his terme set here , And cannot goe into those grounds But through a Church-yard which them bounds ; Sorrows and sighes and searches spend And draw our bottome to an end , But discreet Joyes lengthen the lease Without which life were a disease , And who this age a Mourner goes , Doth with his tears but seed his foes . To the most Excellently accomplish'd , Mrs K. Philips . SAy wittie fair one , from what Sphere Flow these rich numbers you shed here ? For sure such Incantations come From thence , which strike your Readers dumbe , A strain , whose measures gently meet Like Virgin-lovers , or times feet , Where language Smiles , and accents rise As quick , and pleasing as your Eyes , The Poem smooth , and in each line Soft as your selfe , yet Masculine ; Where not Coorse trifles blot the page With matter borrow'd from the age , But thoughts as Innocent , and high As Angels have , or Saints that dye . These Raptures when I first did see New miracles in Poetrie , And by a hand , the●r good would misse His Bayes and Fountaines but to kisse , My weaker Genius ( cr●ss● to fashion ) Slept in a silent admiration , A Rescue , by whole grace disguise Pretenders oft have past for wise , And yet as Pilgrims humbly touch Those Shrines to which they bow so much , And Clouds in Courtship flock , and run To be the Mask unto the Sun , So I concluded , It was true I might at distance worship you A Persian Votarie , and say It was your light shew'd me the way . So Lodestones guide the duller Steele , And high perfections are the Wheele Which moves the lesse , for gifts divine Are strung upon a Vi●al line Which touch●d by you , Excites in all Affectio●s Epidemicall . And this made me ( a truth most fit ) Adde my weak Eccho to your wit , Which pardon , Lady , for Assayes Obscure as these might blast your Bayes , As Common hands soyle Flowres , and make That dew they wear , weepe the mistake . But I 'le wash off the staine , and vow No Lawrel growes , but for your Brow. An Epitaph upon the Lady Elizabeth , Second Daughter to his late Majestie . YOuth , Beauty , Vertue , Innocence Heav'ns royall , and select Expence , With Virgin-tears , and sighs divine , Sit here the Genii of this shrine , Where now ( thy fair soule wing'd away , ) They guard the Casket where she lay . Thou hadst , e'r thou the light couldst see , Sorrowes layd up , and stor'd for thee , Thou suck'dst in woes , and the brests lent Their Milk to thee , but to lament ; Thy portion here was griefe , thy years Distilld no other rain , but tears , Tears without noise , but ( understood ) As lowd , and shrill as any bloud ; Thou seem'st a Rose bud born in Snow , A flowre of purpose sprung to bow To headless tempests , and the rage Of an Incensed , stormie Age , Others , e're their afflictions grow , Are tim'd , and season'd for the blow , But thine , as Rhumes the tend'rest part , Fell on a young and harmless heart . And yet as Balm-trees gently spend Their tears for those , that doe them rend , So mild and pious thou wert seen , Though full of Suffrings , free from spleen , Thou didst nor murmure , nor revile , But d●ank'st thy wormwood with a smile . As envious Eyes blast , and Infect And cause misfortunes by aspect , So thy sad stars dispens'd to thee No Influxe , but Calamitie , They view'd thee with Ecclypsed rayes , And but the back-side of bright dayes . These were the Comforts she had here , As by an unseen hand 't is cleer , Which now she reads , and smiling wears A Crown with him , who wipes off tears . To Sir William D' avenant , upon his Gondibert . WEll , wee are rescued land by thy rare Pen Poets shall live , when Princes dye like men . Th'hast cleer'd the prospect to our harmless Hill , Of late years clouded with imputed Ill , And thy Soft , youthfull couples there may move As chast as Stars converse and smile above . Th'hast taught their Language , and their love to flow Calme as Rose-leafes , and coole as Virgin-snow , Which doubly feasts us , being so refin'd They both delight , and dignifie the mind , Like to the watrie Musick of some Spring , Whose pleasant flowings at once wash and sing . And where before Heroick Poems were Made up of Spirits , Prodigies , and fear , And shew'd ( through all the Me●ancholy flight , ) Like some dark Region overcast with night , As if the Poet had been quite dismay'd , While only Giants and Inchantments sway'd , Thou like the Sun , whose Eye brooks no disguise Hast Chas'd them hence , and with Discoveries So rare and learned fill'd the place , that wee Those fam'd Grandeza's find out-done by thee , And under-foot see all those Vizards hurl'd , Which bred the wonder of the former world . ' I was dull to sit , as our fore-fathers did , At Crums and Voyders , and because unbid Refrain wise appetite . This made thy fire Break through the ashes of thy aged Sire To lend the world such a Convincing light As shewes his fancy darker than his sight . Nor was 't alone the bars and length of dayes ( Though those gave strength and starwe to his bayes , ) Encounter'd thee , but what 's an old Complaint And kills the fancy , a forlorn Restraint ; How couldst thou mur'd in solitarie stones Dresse BIRTH A'S simi'es , though well thou might'st her grones ? And , strangely Eloquent , thy self divide 'Twixt Sad misfortunes , and a Bloomie Bride ? Through all the tenour of thy ample Song Spun from thy own rich store , and shar'd among Those fair Adventurers , we plainly see Th' Imputed gifts , Inherent are in thee . Then live for ever ( and by high desert ) In thy own mirrour , matchless Gondibert , And in bright Birtha leave thy love Inshrin'd Fresh as her Emrauld , and fair as her mind , While all Confesse thee ( as they ought to doe ) The Prince of Poets , and of Lovers too . Tristium Lib. 5o . Eleg. 3a. To his fellow-Poets at Rome , upon the birth-day of Bacchus . THis is the day ( blith god of Sack ) which wee If I mistake not , Consecrate to thee , When the soft Rose wee marry to the Bayes , And warm'd with thy own wine reherse thy praise , 'Mongst whom ( while to thy Poet fate gave way ) I have been held no small part of the day , But now , dull'd with the Cold Bears frozen seat , Sarmatia holds me , and the warlike Gere . My former life , unlike to this my last , With Romes best wits of thy full Cup did tast , Who since have seen the savage Pontick band , And all the Choler of the Sea and Land : Whether sad Chance , or heav'n hath this design'd , And at my birth some fatall Planet shin'd , Of right thou shouldst the Sisters knots undoe , And tree thy Votarie and Poet too . Or are you God ( like us ) in such a slate As cannot alter the decrees of fate I know with much adoe thou didst obtain Thy Iovial godhead , and on earth thy pain Was no whit lesse , so wandring thou didst run To the Getes too , and Snow-weeping Strymon , With Persia , Ganges , and what ever streams The thirsly Moon drinks in the mid-day beames . But thou wert twice-born , and the Fates to thee ( To make all sure ) doubled thy miserie , My suffrings too are many : if it be Held safe for me to boast adversitie , Nor was 't a Common blow , but from above Like his , that died for Imitating Iove , Which when thou heardst , a ruine so divine And Mother-like , should make thee pitty mine . And on this day , which Poets unto thee Crown with full bowles , ask , what 's become of me ? Help bucksome God then ! so may thy lov'd Vine Swarm with the num'rous grape , and big with Wine Load the kind Elm , and so thy Orgyes be With priest lowd showtes , and Satyrs kept to thee ! So may in death Lycurgus ne'r be blest , Nor Pentheus wandring ghost find any rest ! And so for ever bright ( thy Chiefe desires , ) May thy wifes crown out shine the lesser fires ! It but now , mindfull of my love to thee , Thou wilt , in what thou canst , my helper be . You Gods have Commerce with your selves , try then If Caesar will restore me Rome agen . And you my trusty friends ( the Jollie Crew Of careless Poets ! ) when , without me , you Perform this dayes glad Myst'ries , let it be Your first Appeal unto his Deitie , And let one of you ( touch'd with my sad name ) Mixing his wine tears , lay down the same , And ( sighing ) to the rest this thought Commend , O! There is Ovid now our banish'd friend ? This doe , if in your brests I e'r deserv'd So large a share , nor spitefully reserv'd , Nor basely sold applause , or with a brow Condemning others , did my selfe allow . And may your happier wits grow lowd with fame As you ( my best of friends ! ) preserve my name . De Ponto , Lib. 3o . To his friends ( after his many sollicitations ) refusing to petition Caesar for his releasement . YOu have Consum'd my language , and my pen Incens'd with begging scorns to write agen . You grant , you knew my sute : My Muse , and I Had taught it you in frequent Elegie , That I believe ( yet seal'd ) you have divin'd Our Repetitions , and forestal'd my mind , So that my thronging Elegies , and I Have made you ( more then Poets ) prophesie . But I am now awak'd ; forgive my dream VVhich made me Crosse the Proverb and the Stream , And pardon , friends , that I so long have had Such good thoughts of you , I am not so mad As to continue them . You shall no more Complain of troublesome Verse , or write o're How I endanger you , and vex my s●●ife VVith the sad legends of a banish'd life . I 'le bear these plagues my selfe : for I have past Through greater ones , and can as well at last These pettie Crosses . 'T is for some young beast To kick his bands , or with his neck releast From the sad Yoke . Know then , That as for me VVhom Fate hath us'd to such calamitie , I scorn her spite and yours , and freely dare The highest ills your malice can prepare . 'T was Fortune threw me hither , where I now Rude Getes and Thrace see , with the snowie brow Of Cloudie Amles , and if she decree Her sportive pilgrims List bed here must be I am content ; nay more , she cannot doe That Act which I would not consent unto . I can delight in vain hopes , and desire That state more then her Change and Smiles , then high't I hugge a strong despaire , and think it brave To baffle faith , and give those hopes a grave . Have you not seen cur'd wounds enlarg'd , and he That with the first wave sinks , yielding to th'tree VVaters , without th'Expence of armes or breath Hath still the easiest , and the quickest death . VVhy nurse I sorrows then ? why these desires Of Changing Scythia for the Sun and fires Of some calm kinder aire ? what did bewitch My frantick hopes to flye so vain a pitch , And thus out-run my self ? Mad-man ! could I Suspect fate had for me a Courtesie ? These errours grieve : And now I must forget Those pleas'd idoea's I did frame and set Unto my selfe , with many fancyed Springs And Groves , whose only losse new sorrow brings . And yet I would the worst of fate endure , E're you should be repuls'd , or lesse secure , But ( base , low soules ! ) you left me not for this , But 'cause you durst not . Caesar could not misse Of such a trifle , for I know that he Scorns the Cheap triumphs of my miserie . Then since ( degen'rate friends ) not he , but you Cancell my hopes , and make afflictions new , You shall Confesse , and same shall tell you , I At Isler dare as well as Tyber dye . De Ponto , lib. 4o . Eleg. 3a. To his Inconstant friend , translated for the use of all the Iudases of this touch-stone-Age . SHall I complain , or not ? Or shall I mask Thy hatefull name , and in this bitter task Master my just Impatience , and write down Thy crime alone , and leave the rest unknown ? Or wilt thou the succeeding years should see And teach thy person to posteritie ? No , hope is not ; for know , most wretched man , 'T is not thy base and weak detraction can Buy thee a Poem , nor move me to give Thy name the honour in my Verse to live . Whilst yet my Ship did with no stormes dispute And tem'prate winds fed with a calme salute My prosp'rous failes , thou were the only man That with me then an equall fortune ran , But now since angry heav'n with Clouds and night Stifled those Sun-beams , thou hast ta'ne thy flight , Thou knows't I want thee , and art meerly gone To shun that rescue , I rely'd upon ; Nay , thou dissemblest too , and doest disclame Not only my Acquaintance , but my name ; Yet know ( though deale to this ) that I am he Whose years and love had the same infancie With thine , Thy deep familiar , that did share Soules with thee , and partake thy Ioyes or Care , Whom the same Roose lodg'd , and my Muse those nights So solemnly endear'd to her delights ; But now , perfidious traitour , I am grown The Abject of thy brest , not to be known In that false Closes more ; Nay , thou wilt not So much as let me know , I am forgot . If thou wilt say , thou didst not love me , then Thou didst dissemble : or , if love agen , Why now Inconstant ? came the Crime from me That wrought this Change ? Sure , if no Justice be Of my side , thine must have it . Why dost hide Thy reasons then ? for me , I did so guide My selfe and actions , that I cannot see What could offend thee , but my miserie . Las ! if thou wouldst not from thy store allow Some rescue to my wants , at least I know Thou couldst have writ , and with a line or two Reliev'd my famish'd Eye , and eas'd me so . I know not what to think ! and yet I hear , Not pleas'd with this , th'art witty , and dost Jeare ; Bad man ! thou hast in this those tears kept back I could have shed for thee , shouldst thou but lack . Knows't not that Fortune on a Globe doth stand , Whose upper slipprie part without command Turns lowest still ? the sportive leafes and wind Are but dull Emblems of her fickle mind . In the whole world there 's nothing I can see Will throughly parallel her wayes , but thee . All that we hold , hangs on a slender twine And our best states by sudden chance decline ; Who hath not heard of Croesus proverb'd gold Yet knowes his foe did him pris'ner hold ? He that once aw'd Sicilia's proud Extent By a poor art could famine scarse prevent ; And mighty Pompey e'r he made an end Was glad to beg his slave to be his friend ; Nay , he that had so oft Romes Consull bin , And forc'd Iugurtha , and the Cimbrians in , Great Marius ! with much want , and more disgrace In a foul Marsh was glad to hide his face . A divine hand swayes all mankind , and wee Of one short houre have not the certaintie ; Hadst thou one day told me , the time should be When the Getes bowes , and th'Euxine I should see , I should have check'd thy madness , and have thought Th' hadst need of all Anticira in a draught ; And yet 't is come to passe ! nor though I might Some things foresee , could I procure a sight Of my whole destinie , and free my state From those eternall , higher tyes of fate . Leave then thy pride , and though now brave and high , Think thou mayst be as poore and low as I. Tristium Lib. 3o . Eleg. 3a. To his Wife at Rome , when he was sick . DEarest ! if you those fair Eyes ( wondring ) stick On this strange Character , know , I am sick . Sick in the skirts of the lost world , where I Breath hopeless of all Comforts , but to dye . What heart ( think'st thou ) have I in this sad seat Tormented 'twixt the Samomate and Gete ? Nor aire nor water please : their very skie Looks strange and unaccustom'd to my Eye , I scarse dare breath it , and I know not how The Earth that bears me shewes unpleasant now , Nor Diet here 's , nor lodging for my Ease , Nor any one that studies a disease ; No friend to comfort me , none to defray With smooth discourse the Charges of the day . All tir'd alone I lye and ( thus ) what e're Is absent , and at Rome I fancy here , But when then c●m'st , I blot the Anie Scrowle , And give thee full possession of my soule , Thee ( absent ) I embrace , thee only voice , And night and day holy a Husbands Joyes ; Nay , of thy name so oft I mention make That I am thought distracted for thy sake ; When my tir'd Spirits faile , and my sick heart Drawes in that fire which actuates each part , If any say , th'art come ! I force my pain , And hope to see thee , gives me life again . Thus I for thee , whilst thou ( perhaps ) more blest Careless of me doest breath all peace and rest . Which yet I think not , for ( Deare Soule ! ) too well Know I thy griefe , since my first woes befell . But if strict heav'n my stock of dayes hath spun And with my life my errour wil be gone , How easie then ( O Caesar ! ) wer 't for thee To pardon one , that now doth cease to be ? That I might yeeld my native aire this breath , And banish not my ashes after death ; Would thou hadst either spar'd me untill dead , Or with my bloud redeem'd my absent head , Thou shouldst have had both freely , but O! thou Wouldst have me live to dye an Exile now . And must I then from Rome so far meet death , And double by the place my losse of breath ? Nor in my last of houres on my own bed ( In the sad Conflict ) rest my dying head ? Nor my soules Whispers ( the last pledge of life , ) Mix with the tears and kisses of a wife ? My last words none must treasure , none will rise And ( with a teare ) seal up my vanquish'd Eyes , Without these Rites I dye , distrest in all The splendid sorrowes of a Funerall , Unpittied , and unmourn'd for , my sad head In a strange Land goes friendless to the dead . When thou hear'st this , O how thy faithfull soule Will sink , whilst griefe doth ev'ry part controule ! How often wilt thou look this way , and Crie , O where is 't yonder that my love doth lye ! Yet spare these tears , and mourn not now for me , Long since ( dear heart ! ) have I been dead to thee , Thank then I dyed , when Thee and Rome I lost That death to me more griefe then this hath Cost ; Now , if thou canst ( but thou canst not ) best wise Rejoyce , my Cares are ended with my life , At least , yeeld not to sorrowes , frequent use Should make these miseries to thee no newes . And here I wish my Soul died with my breath And that no part of me were free from death , For , if it be Immortall , and outlives The body , as Phythagoras believes , Betwixt these Sarmates ghosts , a Roman I Shall wander , vext to all Eternitie . But thou ( for after death I shall be free , ) Fetch home these bones , and what is left of me , A few Flowres give them , with some Balme , and lay Them in some Suburb grave hard by the way , And to Informe posterity , who 's there , This sad Inscription let my marble weare , Here lyes the loft-soul'd Lecturer of Love , Whose envy'd wit did his own ruine prove . But thou , ( who e'r thou beest , that passing by Lendst to this sudden stone a bastie Eye , If e'r thou knew'st of Love the sweet disease , Grudge not to say , May Ovid rest in peace ! This for my tombe : but in my books they 'l see More strong and lasting Monuments of mee , Which I believe ( though fatall ) will afford An Endless name unto their ruin'd Lord . And now thus gone , It rests for love of me Thou shewst some sorrow to my memory ; Thy Funerall offrings to my ashes beare With Wreathes of Cypresse bath'd in many a teare , Though nothing there but dust of me remain , Yet shall that Dust perceive thy pious pain . But I have done , and my tyr'd sickly head Though I would fain write more , desires the bed ; Take then this word ( perhaps my last to tell ) Which though I want , I wish it thee , Fare-well . Ausonii Cupido , Edyl. 6. IN those blest fields of Everlasting aire ( Where to a Myrtle-grove the soules repaire Of deceas'd Lovers , ) the sad , thoughtfull ghosts Of Injur'd Ladyes meet where each accosts The other with a sigh , whose very breath Would break a heart , and ( kind Soules ! ) love in death , A thick wood clouds their walks where day scarce peeps , And on each hand Cypresse and Poppey sleepes , The drowsie Rivers slumber , and Springs there Blab not , but softly melt into a teare , A sickly dull aire fans them , which can have When most in force scarce breath to build a wave . On either bank through the still shades appear A Scene of pensive flowres , whose bosomes wear Drops of a Lever's bloud , the Emblem'd truths Of deep despair , and Love-slain Kings and Youths . The Hyacinth , and self-enamour'd Boy Narcissus flourish there , with Venus Joy The spruce Adonis , and that Prince whose flowre Hath sorrow languag'd on him to this houre ; All sad with love they hang their heads , and grieve As if their passions in each lease did live ; And here ( alas ! ) these soft-soul'd Ladies stray , And ( oh ! too late ! ) treason in love betray . Her blasted birth sad Semile repeats , And with her tears would quench the thund'rers heats , Then shakes her bosome , as if fir'd again , And fears another lightnings flaming train . The lovely Pocris ( here ) bleeds , sighes , and swounds , Then wakes , and kisses him that gave her wounds . Sad Hero holds a torch forth , and doth light Her lost Leander through the waves and night . Her Boateman desp'rate Sapho still admires , And nothing but the Sea can quench her fires . Distracted Phoedïa with a restless Eye Her disdain'd Letters reads , then casts them by . Rare , faithfull Thysbe ( sequestred from these ) A silent , unseen sorrow doth best please , For her Loves sake , and last good-night , poor she Walks in the shadow of a Mulberrie . Neer her young Canace with Dido sits A lovely Couple , but of desp'rate wits , Both dy'd alike , both pierc'd their tender brests , This with her Fathers Sword , that with their Guests . Within the thickest textures of the Grove Diana in her Silver-beams doth rove , Her Crown of stars the pi●chi● aire Invades , And with a faint light gilds the silent shades , Whilst her sad thoughts fixt on her sleepie I ever To Latmos-hill , and his retirements move her . A thousand more through the wide , darksome wood Feast on their cares , the Maudlin-Lovers food , For griefe and absence doe but Edge desire , And Death is fuell to a Lovers fire . To see these Trophies of his wanton bow Cupid comes in , and all in triumph now ( Rash , unadvised Boy ! ) disperseth round The sleepie Mists , his Wings and quiver wound With noise the quiet aire . This sudden stirre Betrayes his godship , and as we from far A clouded , sickly Moon observe , so they Through the false Mists his Ecclyps'd torch betray . A hot pursute thy make , and though with care , And a slow wing he softly stems the aire , Yet they ( as subtill now as he ) surround His silenc'd course , and with the thick night bound Surprize the Wag. As in a dream we strive To voyce our thoughts , & vainly would revive Our Entraunc'd tongues , but can not speech enlarge 'Till the Soule wakes and reassumes her Charge , So joyous of their Prize , they flock about And vainly Swell with an Imagin'd shout . Far in these shades , and melancholy Coasts A Myrtle growes , well known to all the ghosts . Whose stretch'd top ( like a great man rais'd by Fate ) Looks big , and scorns his neighbours low estate ; His leavy arms into a green Cloud twist . And on each Branch doth sit a lazie mist . A fatall tree , and luckless to the god , Where for disdain in life ( loves worst of Ods ) The Queen of shades , fair Proserpine did rack The sad Adonis , hithet now they pack This little God , where , first disarm'd , they bind His skittish wings , then both his hands behind His back they tye , and thus secur'd at last The peevish wanton to the tree make fast . Here at adventure without Iudge of Jurie He is condemn'd , while with united furie They all assaile him ; As a thiefe at Bar Lest to the Law , and mercy of his Star , Hath Bills heap'd on him , and is question'd there By all the men that have been rob'd that year , So now what ever Fate , or their own will Scor'd up in life , Cupid must pay the bill . Their Servants falshood , Jealousie , disdain , And all the plagues that abus'd Maids can feign , Are layd on him , and then to heighten spleen Their own deaths crown the summe . Prest thus between His faire accusers , 't is at last decreed , He by those weapons , that they died , should bleed . One grasps an airie Sword , a second holds Illusive fire and in vain , wanton folds Belyes a flame ; Others lesse kind appear To let him bloud , and from the purple tear Create a Rose . But Sapho all this while Harvests the aire , and from a thicken'd pile Of Clouds like Leucas top , spreads underneath A Sea of Mists , the peacefull billowes breath Without all noise , yet so exactly move They seem to Chide , but distant from above Reach not the eare , and ( thus prepar'd ) at once She doth o'rwhelm him with the airie Sconce . Amidst these tumults , and as fierce as they Venus steps in , and without thought , or stay Invades her Son ; her old disgrace is cost Into the Bill , when Mars and Shee made fast In their Embraces were expos'd to all The Scene of gods stark naked in their fall . Nor serves a verball penance , but with hast From her fair brow ( O happy flowres so plac'd ! ) She tears a Rosie garland , and with this Whips the untoward Boy , they gently kisse His snowie skin , but she with angry hast Doubles her strength , untill bedew'd at last With a thin bloudie sweat , their Innate Red , ( As if griev'd with the Act ) grew pale and dead . This layd their spleen : And now ( kind soules ! ) no more They 'l punish him , the torture that he bore , Seems greater then his crime ; with joynt Consent Fate is made guilty , and he Innocent . As in a dream with dangers we contest . And fictious pains seem to afflict our rest , So frighted only in these shades of night Cupid ( got loose ) stole to the upper light , Where ever since ( for malice unto these ) The spitefull Ape doth either Sex displease . But O that had these Ladyes been so wise To keep his Arms , and give him but his Eyes ! Boet. Lib. 1. Metrum 1. I Whose first year flourish'd with youthfull verse , In slow , sad numbers now my griefe reherse ; A broken stile my sickly lines afford , And only tears give weight unto my words ; Yet neither fate nor force my Muse cou'd fright The only faithfull Consort of my flight ; Thus what was once my green years greatest glorie , Is now my Comfort , grown decay'd and hoarie , For killing Cares th'Effects of age spurr'd on That griefe might find a fitting Mansion ; O'r my young head runs an untimely gray , And my loose skin shrinks at my blouds decay . Happy the man whose death in prosp'rous years Strikes not , nor shuns him in his age and tears . But O how deale is she to hear the Crie Of th' opprest S●ule , or shut the weeping Eye ! While treacherous Fortune with slight honours fed My first estate , she almost drown'd my head , But now since ( clouded thus ) she hides those rayes , Life adds unwelcom'd length unto my dayes ; Why then , my friends , Judg'd you my state so good ? He that may fall once , never firmly stood . Metrum 2. O In what haste with Clouds and Night Ecclyps'd , and having lost her light , The dull Soule whom distraction rends Into outward Darkness tends ! How often ( by these mists made blind , ) Have earthly cares opprest the mind ! This Soule sometimes wont to survey The spangled Zodiacks sine way Saw th'early Sun in Roses drest With the Coole Moons unstable Crest , And whatsoever wanton Star In various Courses neer or far Pierc'd through the orbs , he cou'd full well Track all her Journey , and would tell Her Mansions , turnings , Rise and fall , By Curious Calculation all . Of sudden winds the hidden Cause , And why the Calm Seas quiet face With Impetuous waves is Curld , What spirit wheeles th'harmonious world , Or why a Star dropt in the West Is seen to rise again by East , Who gives the warm Spring temp'rate houres Decking the Earth with spicie flowres , Or how it Comes ( for mans recruit ) That Autumne yeelds both Grape and fruit , With many other Secrets , he Could shew the Cause and Mysterie , But now that light is almost out , And the brave Soule lyes Chain'd about With outward Cares , whose pensive weight Sinks down her Eyes from their first height , And clean Contrary to her birth Poares on this vile and foolish Earth . Metrum 4. WHose calme soule in a settled state Kicks under foot the frowns of Fate , And in his fortunes bad or good Keeps the same temper in his bloud , Not him the flaming Clouds above , Nor Alita's fierie tempests move , No fretting seas from shore to shore Boyling with Indignation o're Nor burning thunderbolt that can A mountain shake , can st●rre this man . Dull Cowards then ! why should we start To see ●hese tyrants act their part ? Nor hope , no fear what may befall And you d●sarm their malice all . But wh● doth faintly fea● , or wish And sets no law to what is ●●s , Hath lost the buck●er , and ( poor Elfe ! ) Makes up a Chain to bind himselfe . Metrum 5. O Thou great builder of this starrie frame , Who fixt in thy eternall throne dost tame The rapid Spheres , and lest they jarre Hast giv'n a law to ev'ry starre ! Thou art the Cause that new the Moon With full or be dulls the starres , and soon Again growes dark , her light being done , The neerer still she 's to the Sun . Thou in the early hours of night Mak'st the coole Evening-star shine bright , And at Sun-rising ( 'cause the least ) Look pale and sleepie in the East . Thou , when the leafes in Winter stray , Appointst the Sun a shorter way , And in the pleasant Summer-light With nimble hourses doest wing the night . Thy hand the various year quite through Discreetly tempers , that what now The North-wind tears from ev'ry tree In Spring again restor'd we see . Then what the winter-starrs between The furrowes in meer seed have seen The Dog-star since ( grown up and born ) Hath burnt in stately , full-ear'd Corn . Thus by Creations law controll'd All things their proper stations hold Observing ( as thou didst intend ) Why they were made , and for what end . Only humane actions thou Hast no Care of , but to the flow And Ebbe of Fortune leav'st them all , Hence th' Innocent endures that thrall Due to the wicked , whilst alone They sit possessours of his throne , The Just are kill'd , and Vertue lyes Buried in obscurities , And ( which of all things is most sad ) The good man suffers by the bad . No perjuries , nor damn'd pretence Colour'd with holy , lying sense Can them annoy , but when they mind To try their force , which most men find . They from the highest sway of things Can pull down great , and pious Kings . O then at length , thus loosely hurl'd Look on this miserable world Who e'r thou art , that from above Doest in such order all things move ! And let not man ( of divine art Not the least , nor vilest part ) By Casuall evills thus bandied , be The sport of fates obliquitie . But with that faith thou guid'st the heaven , Settle this Earth , and make them even . Metrum 6. WHen the Crabs fierce Constellation Burns with the beams of the bright Sun , Then he that will goe out to sowe , Shall never reap where he did plough , But in stead of Corn may rather The old worlds diet , Accorns gather . Who the Violet doth love Must seek her in the flowrie grove , But never when the Norths cold wind The Russet fields with frost doth bind . If in the Spring-time ( to no end ) The tender Vine for Grapes we bend , Wee shall find none , for only ( still ) Autumne doth the Wine-presse fill . Thus for all things ( in the worlds prime ) The wise God seal'd their proper time , Nor will permit those seasons he Ordain'd by turns , should mingled be ; Then whose wild actions out of season Crosse to nature , and her reason , VVould by new wayes old orders rend , Shall never find a happy End . Metrum 7. CUrtain'd with Clouds in a dark night The Stars cannot send forth their light . And if a sudden Southern blast The Sea in rolling waves doth cast , That angrie Element doth boile , And from the deep with stormy Coile Spues up the Sands , which in short space Scatter , and puddle his Curl'd face ; Then those Calme waters , which but now Stood clear as heavens unclouded brow , And like transparent glasse did lye Open to ev'ry searchers Eye , Look soulely stirr'd , and ( though desir'd ) Resist the sight , because bemir'd , So often from a high hills brow Some Pilgrim-spring is seen to flow , And in a straight line keep her Course Till from a Rock with headlong force Some broken peece blocks up her way And fo●ceth all her streams astray . Then thou that with inlightned Rayes , Wouldst see the truth , and in her wayes Keep without Errour ; neither fear The future , nor too much give ear To present Joyes ; And give no scope To griefe , nor much to flatt'ring hope . For when these Rebels raign , the mind Is both a Pris'ner , and stark blind . Lib. 2. Metrum 1. FOrtune ( when with rash hands she quite turmoiles The state of things , and in tempestuous foiles Comes whirling like Eurious , ) beats quire down With head long force the highest Monarchs crown , And in his place unto the throne doth fetch The despis'd looks of some mechanick wretch . So Jests at tears and miseries , is proud , And laughs to hear her vassals grone aloud . These are her sports , thus she her wheele doth drive And plagues man with her blind prerogative ; Nor is 't a favour of Inferiour strain , If once kickt down , she lets him rise again . Metrum 2. IF with an open , bounteous hand ( Wholly left at Mans Command ) Fortune should in one rich flow As many heaps on him beslow Of massie gold , as there be sands Tost by the waves and winds rude bands , Or bright stars in a Winter night Decking their silent Orbs with light , Yet would his lust know no restraints , Nor cease to weep in sad Complaints . Though heaven should his vowes reguard , And in a prodigall reward Return him all he could in plore , Adding new horours to his store , Yet all were nothing . Goods in sight Are scorn'd , and lust in greedy flight Layes out for more ; What measure then Can tame these wild desires of men ? Since all wee give both last and first Doth but inflame , and feed their thirst ; For how can he be rich , who 'midst his store Sits sadly pining , and believes he 's poore . Metrum 3. WHen the Sun from his Rosie bed The dawning light begins to shed , The drowsie sky uncurtains round , And the ( but now bright stars all drown'd In one great light , look dull and tame , And homage his victorious flame , Thus , when the warm Etesian wind The Earth's seald bosome doth unbind , Straight she her various store discloses , And purples every Grove with Roses ; But if the Souths tempestuous breath Breaks forth , those blushes pine to death . Oft in a quiet sky the deep With unmov'd waves seems fast asleep , And oft again the blustring North In angrie heaps provokes them forth . If then this world , which holds all Nations , Suffers it selfe such alterations , That not this mighty , massie frame , Nor any part of it can Claime One certain course , why should man prate , Or Censure the designs of Fate ? Why from fraile honours , and goods lent Should he expect things permanent ? ●●nce 't is enacted by divine decree ●hat nothing mortall shall eternall be . Metrum 4. WHo wisely would for his retreat Build a secure and lasting seat , Where stov'd in silence he may sleep Beneath the Wind , above the Deep ; Let him th' high hils leave on one hand , And on the other the false sand ; The first to winds lyes plain and even From all the blustring points of heaven ; The other hollow and unsure , No weight of building will endure . A voyding then the envied state Of buildings bravely situate , Remember thou thy selfe to lock Within some low neglected Rock ; There when fierce heaven in thunder Chides , And winds and waves rage on all sides , Thou happy in the quiet sense Of thy poor Cell with small Expence Shall lead a life serene and faire , And scorn the anger of the aire . Metrum 5. HAppy that first white age ! when wee Lived by the Earths meere Charitie , No soft luxurious Diet then Had Effeminated men , No other meat , nor wine had any Then the Course Mast , or simple honey , And by the Parents care layd up Cheap Berries did the Children sup . No pompous weare was in those dayes Of gummie Silks , or Ska●let bayes , Their beds were on some slowrie brink And clear Spring water was their drink . The shadie Pine in the Suns heat Was their Coole and known Retreat , For then 't was not cut down , but stood The youth and glory of the wood . The daring Sailer with his slaves Then had not cut the swelling waves , Nor for desire of forraign store Seen any but his native shore . No stirring Drum had scarr'd that age , Nor the shrill Trumpets active rage , No wounds by bitter hatred made With warm bloud soil'd the shining blade ; For how could hostile madness arm An age of love to publick harm ? When Common Justice none withstood , Nor sought rewards for spilling bloud . O that at length our age would raise Into the temper of those dayes ! But ( worst then AEtna's fires ! ) debate And Avarice inflame our state . Alas ! who was it that first found Gold hid of purpose under ground , That sought out Pearles , and div'd to find Such pretious perils for mankind ! Metrum 6. HE that thirsts for glories prize , Thinking that the top of all , Let him view th'Expansed skies , And the Earths Contracted ball , 'T will shame him then , the name he wan Fils not the short walk of one man . 2. O why vainly strive you then To shake off the bands of Fate , Though same through the world of men Should in all tongues your names relate , And with proud titles swell that storie The Darke grave scorns your brightest glorie . 3. There with Nobles beggers sway , And Kings with Commons share one dust , What newes of Brutus at this day , Or Fabricius the Just , Some rude Verse Cut in stone , or led Keeps up the names , but they are dead . 4. So shall , you one day ( past reprieve ) Lye ( perhaps ) without a name , But if dead you think to live By this aire of humane fame , Know , when time stops that posthume breath , You must endure a second death . Metrum 7. THat the world in constant force Varies her Concordant course ; That seeds jarring hot and cold Doe the breed perpetuall hold ; That in his golden Coach the Sun Brings the Rofic day still on ; That the Moon swayes all those lights Which Helper ushers to dark nights ; That alternate tydes be sound The Seas ambitious waves to bound , Lest o'r the wide Earth without End Their fluid Empire should extend ; All this frame of things that be , Love which rules Heaven , Land , and Sea , Chains , keeps , orders as we see . This , if the raines he once cast by , All things that now by turns comply , Would fall to discord , and this frame Which now by sociall faith they tame , And comely orders in that fight And jarre of th●ngs would perish quite . This in a holy league of peace Keeps King and People with Increase ; And in the sacred nuptiall bands Tyes up chast hearts with willing hands , And this keeps firm without all doubt Friends by his bright Instinct found out . O happy Nation then were you If love which doth all things subdue , That rules the spacious heav'n , and brings Plenty and Peace upon his wings , Might rule you too ! and without guile Settle once more this floting Ile ! Casimirus , Lib. 4 . Ode 28. ALlmighty Spirit ! thou that by Set turns and changes from thy high And glorious throne , dost here below Rule all , and all things dost foreknow ; Can those blind plots wee here discusse Please thee , as thy wise Counsels us ? When thou thy blessings here dost strow , And poure on Earth , we flock and flow With Ioyous strife , and eager care Strugling which shall have the best share In thy rich gifts , just as we see Children about Nuts disagree . Some that a Crown have got and foyl'd Break it ; Another sees it spoil'd E're it is gotten : Thus the world Is all to peece-meals cut , and hurl'd By factious hands , It is a ball Which Fate and force divide 'twixt all The Sons of men . But o good God! While these for dust fight , and a Clod , Grant that poore I may smile , and be At rest , and perfect peace with thee . Casimirus , Lib. 2. Ode 8. IT would lesse vex distressed man If Fortune in the same pace ran To ruine him , as he did rise ; But highest states fall in a trice . No great Successe held ever long : A restless fate afflicts the throng Of Kings and Commons , and lesse dayes Serve to destroy them , then to raise . Good luck smiles once an age , but bad Makes Kingdomes in a minute sad , And ev'ry houre of life wee drive , H●●● o're us a Prerogative . Then leave ( by wild Impatience driv'n , And rash resents , ) to rayle at heav'n , Leave an ●●●●●●nly , weak complaint That De●●●●●● and Fate have no restraint . In the same houre hat gave thee breath , Thou hadst ordain'd thy houre of death , But he loves most , who here will buy With a few tears , Eternitie . Casimirus , Lib. 3. Ode 22. LEt not thy youth and false delights Cheat thee of life ; Those headely flights But wast thy time , which posts away Like winds unseen , and swift as they . Beauty is but meer paint , whose die With times breath will dissolve and flye , 'T is wax , 't is water , 't is a glasse It melts , breaks , and away doth passe . 'T is like a Rose which in the dawne The aire with gentle breath doth sawne And whisper too , but in the houres Of night is sullied with smart showres . Life spent , is wish'd for but in vain , Nor can past years come back again . Happy the Man ! who in this vale Redeems his time , shatting out all Thoughts of the world , whose longing Eyes Are ever Pilgrims in the skyes , That views his bright home , and desires To slaine amongst those glorious fores . Casimirus Lyric . Lib. 3 . Ode 23. 'T Is not rich furniture and gems With Cedar-roofes , and ancient stems , Nor yet a plenteous , lasting floud Of gold , that makes man truly good . Leave to Inquire in what faire fields A River runs which much gold yeelds , Vertue alone is the rich prize Can purchase stars , and buy the skies . Let others build with Adamant , Or pillars of carv'd Marble plant , Which rude and rough sometimes did dwell Far under earth , and neer to hell . But richer much ( from death releast ) Shines in the fresh groves of the East The Phoenix , or those fish that dwell With silver'd scales in Hiddekel . Let others with rare , various Pearls Their garments dresse , and in forc'd Curls Bind up their locks , look big and high , And shine in robes of Scarlet-die . But in my thoughts more glorious far Those native stars , and speckles are Which birds wear , or the spots which wee In Leopards dispersed see . The harmless sheep with her warm sheet Cloathes man , but who his dark heart sees Shall find a wolfe or Fox within That kills the Castor for his skin . Vertue alone , and nought else can A diffrence make 'twixt beast and man , And on her wines above the Spheres To the true light his spirit bears . Casimirus , Lib. 4. Ode 15. NOthing on Earth , nothing at all Can be exempted from the thrall Of peevish weariness ! The Sun Which our sore-fathers Judg'd to run Clear and unspotted , in our dayes Is tax'd with sullen , Ecclips'd rayes . What ever in the glorious skie Man sees , his rash , andacious Eye Dares Censure it , and in meer spite At distance will condemn the light . The wholesome mornings , whose beams cleer Those hills our fathers walkt on here Wee fancy not nor the Moons light Which through their windows shin'd at night , VVee change the Aire each year , and scorn Those Seates , in which we first were borne . Some nice , affected wond'rers love Belgia's mild winters , others remove For want of health and honestie To Summer it in Italic ; But to no end : The disease still Sticks to his Lord , and kindly will To Venice in a Barge repaire , Or Coach it to Vienna's aire , And then ( to late with home Content , ) They leave this ●rilfull banishment . But he , whose Costancie makes sure His mind and mansion , lives secure From such vain tasks , can dine and sup VVhere his old parents bred him up . Content ( no doubt ! ) most times doth dwell In Countrey-shades , or to some Cell Confines it selfe , and can alone Make simple straw , a Royall Throne . Casimirus , Lib. 4 . Ode 13. IF weeping Eyes could wash away Those Evills they mourn for night and day , Then gladly I to cure my fears With my best Iewells would buy tears . But as dew feeds the growing Corn , So Crosses that are grown sorlorn Increase with griefe , teares make teares way , And cares kept up , keep cares in pay . That wretch whom Fortune finds to seare , And melting still into a teare , She strikes more boldly , but a face Silent and drie doth her amaze . Then leave thy teares , and tedious tale Of what thou doest misfortunes call , What thou by weeping think'st to ease , Doth by that Passion but Increase , Hard things to Soft will never yield , 'T is the drie Eye that wins the field ; A noble patience quells the spite Of Fortune , and disarms her quite . The Praise of a Religious life by Mathias Casimirus . In Answer to that Ode of Horace , Beatus Ille qui procul negotiis , &c. FLaccus not so : That worldly He Whom in the Countreys shade we see Ploughing his own fields , seldome can Be justly stil'd , The Blessed man . That title only fits a Saint , Whose free thoughts far above restraint . And weighty Cares , can gladly part With house and lands , and leave the smart Litigious troubles , and lowd strife Of this world for a better life . He fears no Cold , nor heat to blast His Corn , for his Accounts are cast , He sues no man , nor stands in Awe Of the deuouring Courts of Law ; But all his time he spends in tears For the Sins of his youthfull years , Or having tasted those rich Ioyes Of a Conscience without noyse Sits in some fair shade , and doth give To his wild thoughts rules how to live . He in the Evening , when on high The Stars shine in the silent skye Beholds th'eternall flames with mirth , And globes of light more large then Earth , Then weeps for Ioy , and through his tears Looks on the fire-enamel'd Spheres , Where with his Saviour he would be Listed above mortalitie . Mean while the golden stars doe set , And the slow-Pilgrim leave all wet With his own tears , which flow so fast They make his sheps light , and soon past . By this , the Sun o're night deceast Breaks in fresh Blushes from the East , When mindfull of his former falls With strong Cries to his God he calls , And with such deep-drawn sighes doth move That he turns anger into love . In the Calme Spring , when the Earth bears , And feeds on Aprils breath , and tears , His Eyes accustom'd to the skyes Find here fresh objects , and like spyes Or busie Bees search the soft flowres Contemplate the green fields , and Bowres , Where he in Veyles , and shades doth see The back Parts of the Deitye Then sadly sighing sayes . O how These flowres with hasty , stretch'd heads grow And strive for heav'n , but rooted here Lament the distance with a teare ! The Honey-suckles Clad in white , The Rose in Red point to the light , And the Lillies hollow and bleak Look , as if they would something speak , They sigh at night to each soft gale , And at the day-spring weep it all . Shall I then only ( wretched I ! ) Opprest with Earth , on Earth still lye ? Thus speaks he to the neighbour trees And many sad Soliloquies To Springs , and Fountaines doth impart , Seeking God with a longing heart . But if to ease his busie breast He thinks of home , and taking rest A Rurall Cott , and Common fare Are all his Cordials against Care . There at the doure of his low Cell Under some shade , or neer some well Where the Coole Poplar growes , his Plate Of Common Earth , without more state Expect their Lord , Salt in a shell , Green Cheese , thin beere , Draughts that will tell No Tales , a hospitable Cup , With some fresh berries doe make up His healthfull feast , nor doth he wish For the fatt Carp , or a rare dish Of Lucrine Oysters ; The Swift Quist Or Pigeon sometimes ( if he list ) With the slow Goose that loves the stream , Fresh , various Sallads , and the Bean By Curious Pallats never sought , And to Close with , some Cheap unbought Dish for digession , are the most And Choicest dainties he can boast . Thus feasted , to the slowrie Groves , Or pleasant Rivers he removes , Where neer some fair Oke hung with Mast He shuns the Souths Infectious blast . On shadie hanks sometimes he lyes , Sometimes the open Current tryes , Where with his line and feather'd flye He sports , and takes the Scaly frie . Mean-while each hollow wood and hill Doth ring with lowings long and shrill , And shadie Lakes with Rivers deep , Eccho the bleating of the Sheep . The Black-bird with the pleasant Thrush And Nightingale in ev'ry Bush Choice Musick give , and Shepherds play Unto their sticks some loving Lay ; The thirsty Reapers in thick throngs Return home from the field with Songs , And the Carts loden with ripe Corn Come groning to the well-stor'd Barn . Nor passe wee by as the least good , A peacefull , loving neighbourhood , Whose honest wit , and Chast discourse Make none ( by hearing it ) the worse , But innocent and merry may Help ( without Sin ) to spend the day . Could now the Tyrant usurer Who plots to be a Purchaser Of his poor neighbours seat , but taste These true delights , ô with what haste And hatred of his wayes would he Renounce his Iewish Crueltie , And those Curs'd summes which poor men borrow On use to day , remit to morrow ! Ad fluvium Iscam . ISea parens florum , placido qui spumeus ore Lambis lapillos aureos , Qui moestos hyacinthos & picti {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} topbi Mulces susurris humidis , Dumquenovas pergunt menses Consumere Lunas Coelumquemortale terit , Accumulas cum Sole dies , oevumque per omne Fidelis Induras latex , O quis Inaccessos & quali murmare lucos Mutumq ; Solaris nemus ! Per te discepti credo Thracis ire querelas Plectrumquedivini senis . Venerabili viro , praeceptori suo olim & semper Colendissimo M●o . Mathaeo Herbert . Quod vixi , Mathaee , dedit Pater , haec tamen olim Vita sluat , nec erit fas meminisse datam . Vltrà Curâsti Solers , perituraque mecum Nomina post Cineres das resonare meos . ' Divide discipulum : brevis haec & lubrica nostri Pars vertat Patri , Posthuma vita tibi . Praestrantissimo viro , Thomae Poëllo in suum de Elementis oplicae libellum . VIvaces oculorum Ignes & lumina dia Fixit in angusto maximus orbe Deus , Ille Explorantes radios dedit , & vaga lustra In quibus Intuitus lexque modusque latent . Hos tacitos Jactus , lususque volubilis orbis Pingis in Exiguo , magne Poëlle , libro , Excursusque situsque , ut Lynceus opticus , edis Quotque modis fallunt , quotque adhibenda sides . AEmula naturae manus ! & mens Conscia coeli ! Illa videre dedit , vestra videre docet . Ad Echum . O Quae srondosae per amoena Cubilia silvae Nympha volas , lucoquelequax spatiaris in alto , Annosi numen nemoris , saltusque verendi Effatum , cui sola placent postrema velatûs ! 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2004-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-03 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-07 Rachel Losh Sampled and proofread 2004-07 Rachel Losh Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Mathew Stevenson The printers proffit not my pride hath this Idea finisy'd . For he pusht out the m●rrie pay and M● Gaywood made it gay . NORFOLK DROLLERY . Or , a Compleat COLLECTION OF The Newest Songs , Jovial Poems , and , Catches , &c. By the Author , M. Stevenson . Qui capit , ille facit . London , Printed for R Reynolds at the 〈◊〉 and Bible , and John Lutton at the 〈◊〉 Anchor in the Poultrey , 1673. TO THE Most Virtuous and Ingenious Madam MARY HVNT , Of Sharington-Hall in Norfolk . Madam , I Am surpriz'd betwixt Doubt and Duty ; The former , least I presume : The following , least I fail . And as resolv'd , and unresolv'd at once , I am dilemma'd , whether it should live , or dye ; I that am Judg dread my own sentence , if I condemn it ? Why did I write it ? If I reprieve it , I am a fool in Print . Thus guilty , or not guilty , I must suffer . But Madam , I am at a favourable Barr , and waving Merit , submit to Mercy ; I have heard of some , who by Themselves condemn'd , have been by their Judges 〈◊〉 ; And who can tell but I may find is 〈◊〉 know ny Cafe here 〈◊〉 under the 〈◊〉 of a 〈◊〉 Eye , and if Your Candour intercede not with Your Justice ? The Printer needs no Errata , for the whole Copy 〈◊〉 't is left to Your Correction , whose very escapes are perfecter than the Original . For the Dedication , ( presumption set aside ) I thought it Equity , Madam , to make bold with You , many of them being compos'd under your Roof ; being there the Subject of my fancie , where I my self was the Object of Your Favour . And as Hares naturally return to t●●e their Ruine , where they took their Rise . So these my Papers to dye at Sharington , where they were born . If You vouchsafe this a pardon , It will be the last Error of this nature like to be committed by MADAM , Your most Faithful Servant , M. STEVENSON . To the Worshipful , My very Noble Friend , THOMAS BROWN , Esq Of Elsing-Hall in Norfolk : All Happiness , &c. SIR , TO present so generous a friend such a Trifle , such a Faroe of Folly , in return of Favours , of such Value as Yours , were to deal with You as an Indian ; Class , for Gold ; shadowes for substances : My blushes sure ( if I have any left ) must needs detect the treachery of my traffick ; and , for a Cheat , explode me Elsing-Hall , ( which hath hitherto been my Indies ) whil'st these Papers rough and impolite , I present as Pearls , which are , and let me be for once ingenuous ; Not better than those petty Pebles , I pickt out of the Park Beck , would they were half so solid , or so clear ! However , Sir , deigne it acceptance , may be I have told You the worst , if nothing else prevailes ? You 'l find in it the beauteous brace of Elsing , which will , I am confident , be so far my sweet and amiable Advocates , You cannot but accept it for their sakes , if not his , whose highest ambition aims but at the Honour of continuing , SIR , Your lowest Servant , M. Stevenson . To the Accomplish'd , and his Ingenious Friend , Mr. MATTHEW STEVENSON , On His Facetious Poems . TEll me no more of Lawreated Ben. , Shakesphear , and Fletcher , once the wiser men . Their Acts ( 't is true ) were Sublime ! yet I see They 'r all Revisedly compos'd in Thee . Here the swoln Critick , Ideot , and Huff , Shall bite their Fingers , swear they have enough : Whilst that the Learned and Sagacious Wit , Shall speak thy worth , 't is excellent well writ , So that thy Poems , justly stiled , runs , No● defunct Johns , but living Stevensons . Arth. Tichborne . Poems . To the fair Madam M. H. at Sharington-Hall in Norfolk . INspire Me now or never ( Muse ) My Theam is higher than it use And yet , unless Her Self inspire , My Muse and I are ne're the Higher . Fancy sub●ime thy self , and raise Some rapture , 't is an Angel's praise ; I can a due to Great Ones give , But She is a Superlative ; What 's writ of Her must be exprest Above my Self a Sphear at least ; O●hers , ( and that too may suffice ) I serve with single Sacrifice : But to her Altar he that comes , Can bring no less than heccatombs . Ten thousand Hearts may Sacrifice And burn themselves in her bright Eyes . Her Face is a perpetual May , And fa●rer than Joves 〈◊〉 way , Something there 's in 't does ravish Me , But I cannot tell what 't is I see : For ▪ if I could define the bliss ; Alas ! it were not what it is . Her Soul does through her Body shine , An● makes the whole , wholly Divine : Her Ingenuity is such Impossible to praise too much : Nor had my Language been so free , But here 's no fear or flattery : For , when I 've done , I 've led no more Than all that knew Her , knew before . Go number all the Stars of Heaven ; Her praises , and those Stars are even . I might her Trophies higher rear , And truly too , but I forbear Lest if Her Fame be further hurl'd I make a Bonfire of the World ; Some happier Pen , his own and virtue's Friend Come and Begin Her Praises where I End. To my Lord B. I Never had , as yet , the grace , My Lord to see Your Honors Face . And yet I know You , ●y that Name , Spreads and perfumes the Wings of Fame . A Name that may ( as well as She ) Pretend to an Ubiquity . For Your Extraction , 't is so High , As it transcends my H●raldry ; But , what is Higher yet th●n it , You are the Prodigy of Wit , Which does You to the World evince , By Birth a Lord , by Parts a Prince I might say more , but this is such , Troth , I 'm afraid I 've sed too much . To the Boy that brought up the Bottles of bad Wine . BAstard to Bacchus Pluto's Ganymed ! Is this your Sack ? D●m ' ye 't is pa●d , ' t is dead , 'T is flat , 't is worse , ' ●is horspox'd with a stum Beneath the Vault of Vituperium . Faugh ! bring such paultry Porte●s wash to me ? Tartar , take heed , I ●e lay ye by the Lee , ( Rat ) I will Thee into the Bunghole drive And Digby-like ingredient Thee alive , With Snakes and Vipers by my Chymick craft , And quaff thy Youth up for my Mornings draft . But , if your Master shall in fault appear ? As seldom Vintner but 's Adulterer : Then , si●rah , you shall run and press a Carr , Mean while I 'le sentence him at his own Barr ; Yet , if he wou'd another Vintage live ? ( A perro●l that ●y patience scarce can give ) Let him run down and draw me in a trice , Sack 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Bacchus self would sacrifice : A Frowe th●● no ra● property may lack , Sprightly , and Unctio●s , Rich , and Racie Sack , Sack that wou'd make the gods of old so crank To swear , till now , they never Nectar drank : Then shall his House and Cellar have my praise And for a Bush , I 'le give Him my own Bayes . Vpon Madam A. C. a fair Lady that dyed of the Small-Pox . SO the unruly Blood did over-boil , That beauty is it self become a foil , The furious Feaver a'l advantage takes , And thus a shadow of a Sun-beam makes . Her crystal cheeks , that challeng'd once all praise Are now berainbow'd with refracted Rayes . Forme ! yet forbear , and not a reason ask , Since Heaven is pleas'd to put thee on this mask ; Let no repining open any Lips , Shall Heaven the Sun , and not thy Face Eclipse ? Heaven has revok'd the radianc that he gave , Where Love had once his Throne , has now his grave . Not but her Soul , that Spark Immortal ▪ burns Bright in Dark-Lanthorns , or obscurer Urnes . Whose forme , though faded , and her Face uneven , Through this red-latice found the way to heaven . What though distempers moulder the Mud-wall , Captives are ra●●m'd where the Prisons fall . Was it not time to quit that batter'd Fort , Where very Pimple was a Sally-port ? But she has ended now her Christian wars , And thus in tryumph carrys off her scars . Vpon John Robinson , a pretty Witty Boy , that never Suckt . SEe here what rarely comes to pass , A Babe that never Suckling was . No Milk did ever Him refresh , But such as he might eat , the flesh : His Mothers breast oft made him quiet ; Yet , as his Pillow , not his Diet. His Infancy He so out-ran , That Adam like , He was born Man. Within a Year , or such a Space Hi● Feet and Tongue kept equals pace ; His Understanding , had it room , Had spoken in his Mothers Womb. Where he in silence liv'd , until His Organs cou'd pronounce his will. His Face presents in every thing A lively Landskip of the Spring . He that for June or July seeks , No Almanack needs , but his cheeks ; When brisker Rayes shoot from his Eyes , 'T is May , and April when he cries . For roundness , and complexion , His Face is just an Apple - John. His Locks are Gold , and every Haire , Nature has curl'd into a snare , His Body is all over bright , As Pelop's shoulder , Heavenly white ; And as it is as white as Milk , It is again as soft as Silk . Say , have ye not in Temples seen The Po●rtraict of a Cherubin ? Suffice it , though ye know him not , You have his very Picture got . Vpon Madam E. B. of Blakeny in Norf. a beautiful Child ▪ SWeet pretty blossom , bloomy thing , The pride , and glory of the Spring . Come Painters , come improve your Arts , In due proportions ; See , her parts So equal , so harmonious be , As Nature's choicest Symmetric . Apelles need not wandring go , For scatter'd features to and fro ; For did he hither but repaire , In her they all Collective are . The sparkling Planets of her Eyes , Are Rivals to the spangled Skies : The liquid Rubies of her Lips , The Orient Pearls within Eclipse . Her Cheeks are made up of delight , Like Roses , damaskt red and white : With a sweet dimple in her Chin , For Cupid to inhabit in . Her Nose the Gnomon of her Face , As it were Points at every Grace . Over which Paradise of bliss , Stands a diviner Frontispiece , Two myrtle Groves her Ey-brows are , If Groves might but with them compare : The Hair that on her shoulder lies , Is but the shadow of her Eyes . Whilst the pale drooping Lilly stands Asham'd to see her wither'd hands . What then may we expect , when time Has ripen'd her into her prime ? — inest sua gratia parvis . Vpon some Gentlemen Rowing down the River , on Friday , June the last , an exceeding hot Day . WHen Rosie June was in effect Ended , and July New Elect ; A jolly crew together met , Some parcht with heat , some stew'd in sweat : A goodly Barge , and gorgeous Saile , They had , but ( save their sighs ) no Gale. To swell their Canvas ; sure as Death , The Elements were out of breath . Yet gentle Zephyr , thought not far , Fann'd 'em along the Crystal Yarr : Whose Water-Citizens did play , And made Themselves a Holy-day . The frisking fry wore Coats of Males , Which Nature made them of their Scales . And all so full of Courage were , As every Fish had been a Dare. True Trouts above , as they did row , Sate tipling to the Trouts below . So pleasantly they lickt their Dishes , You wou'd have sworn they drank like Fishes . On either side , each Brimmer fills , Till they grew red about the Gills . But all this while Phoebus stood by , As he had other Fish to fry ; And charg'd 'em with his p●ercing beams , Reflected from the smooth-rac'd streams ; His furious Rayes doubly design'd , To ●ele 'em , and to make 'em blind , 'T is pit●y none a Cloak had on , And more , no Wind engag'd the Sun. Nor none , whose fervour could invoke A Cloud to lend the Sun a Cloak . But see , and ne'er more need than now , A gentle Willow gave a Bough : And made 'em the compleatest Arbour , Never had Vessel such a Harbour : There did they deck the Board with chear , And what is not a dainty there ? Where every One a stomack got , Wou'd even defie a Mustard-pot . For Beer , the Men were so well bred , Always to speak well of the dead . And for Tobacco , as 't is fit , The Pipes did play the prai●e of it . The Wine well water'd , and well stopt . Drank cool as Snow from Mountains dropt . But , as They in their ambush snug'd , And sometimes Pip'd , and sometimes Jug'd ; They kend a Fleet , but from the Main-yard , Cou'd not discover Dutch , or Spanyard : Some said , whose Eyes could better ●ee't , 'T was the white Squadron , or Place fleet . But they prov'd Silver-feather'd Gallies , That us'd to make Fresh-water sallies . Their Necks their Masts , which no storm reels , Their Feet , their Oars , and Bellies , keels . Their Wings , their Sayles , their battery charmes , And therefore they stood to their Armes . And as they did in Triumph Ride , They gave the Bargers a Broad-side ; Their Admiral bore up so stout , They durst have sworn he wou'd have fought . Yet not a Gun fir'd from their Bark , Though never Men had fairer mark : Yet they had Fire , and Match , and All , But neither Powder , nor yet Ball. And , what is worse , their Teeth now grew In want of Ammunition too , Time came to part , for new the Wine , Tobacco , Beer , and Sun decline . The back of many a Tench they had But not the Belly of one Maid : Venus had sent 'em Females fair and flesh , But Friday ( though her day ) was not for Flesh. Vpon a Country Parson and his Man , and a Parishoner whose Name was Ivorie . THe Parson sued him , 'cause he call'd him knave For which poor Ivory 7 , and 6. pence gave : And so at six and sevens they both drank on , That , e're they went away , they were quite gone . The seven and six pence so had Ivory stir'd , He cou'd not give the Parson a good word . Nay , such a dose he to his Temples gave , That , if he wou'd ? he cou'd not call him knave ; And , ( what I cou'd have wish't had not been true ) The liberal dose silenc'd the Parson too . This hap , alas ! had never come to pass , Had but the Priest concluded with his Glass . But Cupper cupt so much , the Sack ran down All the neglected Preface of his Gown . So all be-butter'd too , as if ( alack ) The Priest had in his Stomack mull'd the Sack. His Man too drunk , w ch made him much the bolder Yet got no Sack , save one upon his shoulder : He reel'd about , and ran at every Shelf , And neither knew his Master , nor himself . Ivory asleep fell down , and in the close , Did , for an Ivory , get a scarlet Nose . They that before so great a noise did keep , Now slept , and in the rightest sense , Fox-sleep . The Popinjay one Fuddle had before , But when these three were there , then it had four . And while they slept secure , in came the Watch And does this pickel'd Congregation Catch . Vpon a Dog call'd Fudle , turn-spit at the Popinjay in Norwich . FVdle , why so ? some Fudle-cap sure came Into the Room , and gave him his own name . How should he catch a Fox ? He 'l turn his back Upon Tobacco , Beer , French-wine , or Sack. A Bone his Jewel is ; and he does scorn With Aesop's Cock , to wish a Barley-corn . There 's not a soberer Dog. I know in Norwich , What a pox , wou'd ye have him drunk with porridg ? This I confess , he goes a round , a round , A hundred times , and never touches ground ; And in the midle Region of the Aire , He draws a Circle like a Conjurer . With eagerness , he still does forward tend , Like Sisyphus , whose Journey had no end . He is the Soul , ( if Wood has such a thing ? ) And living Posie of a wooden Ring . He is advanc'd above his Fellowes , yet He does not for it the least Envy get . He does above the Isle of Doggs commence , And wheels th' inferiour Spit by influence . This though befalls his more laborious Lot , He is the Dog-star , and his Days are hot . Yet , with this comfort there 's no fear of burning , Cause all this while ch' industrious wretch is turning : Then no more Fudle say , Give him no spurns , But wreck your tene on one that never turns . And call him , if a proper Name he lack , A Four-foot Hustler , or a Living Jack . Vpon a Confident Chast Young LADY . WHen Jocabella first I saw , She seem'd to give her looks no Law : Methought her Eyes like Rosia's Haire , Frolickt , and wanton'd with the Aire . The bold , and careless Amazon Fronted , and fir'd on every one . As who should say , she meant to try The power of her Chastity . She would at Masks and Plays appear , As neither slave to place , nor sear . Presuming she could , as she list , Those Opportunities resist . I know not what to think on 't more , She was , and she was not a Whore. For those bewitching looks of hers , Made many Hearts Adulterers : Sometimes she 'd Vizor-Mask her Face And Sakers in the Port-holes plac● . Which maugre great Achilles Shield , Like Basilisks , as distance kill●d . So Venus with her na●ed Breast , Could Mars himself in Armes decrest . I often pitty'd her , and said , Alas ! 't is too much for a Maid . The Fly that wantons with the Flame , Betrays its VVings wnto the same ; And She , for all her Prouess , may Too soon be caught in her own Play ; And justly fall a Sacrifice , To the Man-slaughter of her Eyes . To the thrice Lovely Guiana . GViana's like a Cedar streight , Purely proportion'd as to height , She wears a Crown of Maiden-haire , No Chaplet half so rich , so rare . Her Fore-head fair is smooth and high , A Throne befitting Majesty . Two Rainbowes arch her Orient Eyes , VVhich them again with beams supplies . On her fair Cheeks enamel'd are The Armes of York and Lancaster . Indeed there 's nothing in her Face , But is a glory to the Place . GVIANA is Rhetoricall , And has a ready Wit withall ; Like Sappho , whom in former Ages Plato admir'd , and all the Sages . Her quick and quaint delivery such is , As She out-vies the Northern Dutches. She has the Common wealth of Wit , VVhich makes so great a dearth of it : If possible , her Tongue wou'd grace , Beyond the Rhetorick of her Face . Guiana in Her Morning Dress , Trips like a sprightly Sheppardess . She dances , if She will , or no ; As if her Feet did measures know . So even , so sweet are Her advances ; That , if She do but walk , She dances ' . Her motions , Planet - like , are made Traverse , Oblique and Retrograde . Her trips so smooth are , and so sweet , The Ground grows proud to kiss her Feet . Guiana , if She please to sing , Vrania strait her Lute does bring ; And hearing then so sweet a noise , Sets down and tunes it at her Voice . Where e're her pleasant accents come , The Syrens of the Groves are dumb . Her Tongue , indeed , is tun'd with blish , Who wou'd not such a Consort wish ? For Person , Parts , for Dance , or Voice , All are so sweet , there is no choice . Vpon Guiana's Farewell to Sharington . FArewell ! a pretty story faith ; if I No better fare , I need not Roast-meat cry : Farewell ! impossible ; Can I farewell , When she has raz'd and sackt my Citadell . Well , Go Guiana and be happy too , What ever Sharington or Norwich do . Ah sweet ! ah fair ! but since there 's no relief , April shall help us to shower out our grief . Me thought I saw , just as she bad God by , The drooping flowers hang down their heads & dy . Her hast was hence so speedy , as there was No Rose , or L●lly blown , but in her Face . Only the Violet ( and that grace she deigns ) Packt up its Purple in her purer Veines . Yet j●st as she was going out of Town , Peeps a gay Tulip , and presents a Crown . The Citizens of the Aire their Anthems sing , To my Guiana Goddess of the Spring : She folds her fairer Lips , and at her call , Comes Blackbird , Linit , Alph , Thrush , Nightingal , Melodious warblers , with her Coach they move , And make the hedges and high-ways a Grove . Thus flowers , thus birds , thus al must with her go See , see , what those magnetick Eyes can do ! And yet ( severer stars ! ) my self I find Wou'd be most forward , am the most-behind . What then adds this to me ? where 's my relief , This speaks her tryumph , but , alass ! my grief . Endymion's Miss observes her monthly wane , And with full Face repairs her Orb again . The Summer Solstice comes as Winter goes , Day follows Night , and ebbs succeed their flowes . The Swallow , woodcock , Stork and C●cco too Know their Returns , as well as their Adieu : But , ah ! she bids farewell , and hopeless I Must with the Swan sing my own Dirge and die . O how she packt her spoils ! more captive hear●s Than Argus e're had Eyes , or Cupid Darts ! Thus beauty plays the chief , fair Rachel stole Her Fathers Gods , Guiana fair my Soul ; VVhich I cou'd be content to let her do , Were she so kind to take my Body too ; But since her stay is subject to no spell , Let me be miserable , so she fare-well . Vixque valed●xi pleno singultibus ore . To my Honoured Friend Mr. J. W. Student in Lincolns Inne , Vpon the Death of his dear Wife Mrs. A. W. COngratulate I cannot , nor complain , My Theme is equal , as to loss , or gain ; True , a dear Wife , yet not her bereaven , Where wou'd you lay up treasure , but in Heaven ? Thus half in Heaven , and half on Earth you are ; You keep poss●ssion here , She has it there . Nor is she dead , though Earth her earth still keep , Sinners are said to dye , but Saints to sleep . No , she now only lives and tryumphs , where Her Workhouse , like her Works must follow her . This may within your sorrows Circle fall , You want a Copie of th' Original : We can't deny it ; and that this is true , More are to mourning Legacy'd than you ; Her Soul was not , though Body , thus bereft For wanting Issue , she Example left . To which she may for a Memorial trust , When Marble , and Posterity are dust . What if her Womb were in her wishes crost ? Where there 's no Labour , there 's no labour lost . For my part ; I think who can scape without , Those pains and perils , need not to cry out . Some that her harmless Life knew , gather thence She scap'd the curse , and dy'd in Innocence . And , though no Mother , yet a hopeful Bride : She liv'd an Angel , and a Phaenix dy'd . Sure Overbury prophecy'd her Life , Or he had been to seek for a good Wife . An ELEGY upon Mr. Robert Doughty of Grays Inn , depriv'd of his Spouse . THy generous humour , and approved wit , To after Ages shall thy Name transmit . Whilst thy dear Memory lives with us , and shall With the World only have a Funeral . True , he whose Coffin in a Church finds room , Has both the walls , and windows for his Tomb. But thou dost neigbour to the vulgar lay , To consecrate ( as 't were ) their common clay . That when we cease our sorrows to pursue , Heaven may supply thy Urn with kindlyer dew . That on thy Grave thy Vertue 's flowers may grow Till Winter on thee Pearls and Diamonds strow . Thy fate , I pitty , Love and Fortunes rage , To make Gray's Inn so long thy Hermitage . Ah cruel fair ! Ah far from thy desert ! Thou brok'st thy mind to her has broke thy heart . What time thou first did'st homage to her Eyes , Thou wer● her Servant , now her Sacrifice : Let hearts play fast and loose , thou now art gone Unto a witness , knows she was thine own . VVho ( ah ! sometimes such Planets intervene ) But for her Mother , had a Mother been ▪ Where then is conscience ? such is justice ●earth , That Matches made in Heaven , scarce hold on earth . Farewell fond faith , false fickle female breath , Ther 's nothing certain this side Heaven but death . In this , thy fate thy greatness does proclame , A noble instance of a generous flame . Not yet condemn we her , who knows but she May ope thy Grave , and come to Bed to thee . Where you , wh●se stat●deny ' d it in your Life , May mingle Ashes , and be Man and VVife , And cloze in an inseparable Bliss , No more a prey to Parents avarice . And who can think she long behind should-stay . VVhose better half so bravely led the way ? And now ( blest shade ) forgive our ruder verse , Whose wither'd Bayes do but profane thy Herse . Such thy beginning was , such was thy End , Thy death is felt does to the Life commend . Such Rayes thy Morning , such thy Evening gate , The Sun ne'er brighter rose , nor clearer sate . Who writes thy E●egie must wake thy dust , And beg assistance , if he wou'd be just . For ours insipid is , yet not our fault , VVhose Eyes , at present , take up all our Salt. Vpon His MAJESTIES Progress into Norfolk , Sept. 28 , 1671. YArmouth had first ( O more than happy Port ! ) The honour to receive the King and Court ; And entertain , Season providing dishes , The King of England , with the King of Fishes . A Royal Mess , what Herr●ngs p●ay were they ? Not red , nor white ; pickel'd , nor bloat they say ; No milch , but all hard rows , strange kind of meat ! Herrings you might d●g●st but cou'd not eat Whose eys were rubies , and whose seales were gold . Herrings that never stinck though ne'er so old . The Senate of the Shoal , whose golden Chain , Argues 'um the Triumvirate of the Main . A glittering Trine , but by the way , me thinks , 'T was no good Supper-meat , Herrings and Links . Yet , for all that , it was good Fish when caught , Wou'd I 'd a swill of such at Twelve a Groat . Should Norwich put such Herrings in their Pies , Their Charter wou'd be heavier than Excise . Oysters may of their Pearls high value set , But these are Herrings for a Royal Net. To which , add all that Art or Nature cou'd , Nothing cou'd be too dear , nothing too good : The treat was what , or wit , or wealth cou'd give , The Cates being like the Guests superlative . VVhose superabundance did contribute more , Than some can feast their Kings with to the poor . Next to his Majesty , at the Town-hall , His Royal Highness , Lord High-Admiral , Vouchsaf'd his Princely Presence ( save the Crown ) The highest honour ever deign'd the Town . The Duke of Buckingham , and Monmouth's Graces , In the next Sphear took their Illustrious Places . VVith other Lords of principal account , VVhose grandieurs my poor Heraldry surmount , When the Town sparkel'd with such Cavaliers , Yarmouth was sure Nobly supply'd with Peers . Had you the Gold the flew about , there seen , You wou'd have thought you had in Guiny been . Pieces did answer Pieces shot for shot , As if that Gold the art of Guns had got . Sure Caesar's beams , and Sun like Equipage , Gilded the Town , and made this Golden Age. No Bristoll Milk out of the Conduits spun , Though not the Conduits , yet the Pipes did run . Goblets , and Gold , they shovel out their wealth , And think their Wine too little for his health . Souldiers and Servants with the Court come down , Might , at the Feathers , gratis , be high-flown . They say his Majesty there Knighted Four , I only wonder He did Knight no more : For , who observes how they set all to rights , Wou'd think they acted more like Lord , than K●● . To those He added , but He gave no Names , But answer'd for a Ship , and call'd i' James , All pleas'd the King , and the King all did please , Never was Day more full of Happiness ! The general joy to see his Majesty , Their Acclamations witness to the Sky . Twelve hundred shot , add yet a thousand more , From shoar to Sea , and from the Sea to shoar , With such salutes did one another greet , You wou'd have fear'd that Heaven and earth wou'd meet . Salutes are thunder'd all abroad the Main , Which Neptune answers to his Lord again . For while the Earth did Eccho with their joyes , The Sea cou'd not forbear to make a noise , The very Waves in tumults fret , and fome For madness , that they cou'd no nearer come . Thus was the King , whilst Mount to Mount roar out Besieg'd with Salutations round abou● . The smoak rose up in Clouds , and made a Night , And Lynstocks were the Candles gave us Light. The pr●●ing Powders at the t'uch holes flash , And every Mount a Mountain Aetna was : Thus Earth and Water carol to their King , And , as in Consort , Jopaean sing ; Farewell 〈◊〉 air Yarmouth , and agen farewell , Where noble hearts , in noble houses dwell . Thy King has judg'd thy great , thy generous Town A Jewel worthy of a Monarch's Crown . Next Norwich ward great Caesar sets his face , Like Sun-shine to a long benighted place . The mounted Magistrates to meet ●lim rid , And their Formal ties his wellcome bid . VVhose Persons , though confin'd to City ground , Their Love and Loyalty yet knows no bound . First the Recorder did the whole present , And gave the King a solemn Complement : Not empty words , but truth in such a dress , ●A man might through it see her nakedness . 'T was pat and pithy , not a formal story , And he 's as well now , as Sir Francis Corye . Next , they surrender on their Loyal K●ees , The Cup , the Sword , the Maces , and the Keyes , Ensigns of Power ; and Caesar takes 'um too , And what does Caesar take but Caesar's d●e ? Whilst He , whom our Election did prefer To be the Major , is made the Sword-bearer . This was September right , the Sena●s fall , But Royal R●yes rais'd 'um ag●n withall . And redeliver'd into hands so just , The Ensigns of Authority , and trust . Next Aaron , with his Sons , observe their course , My Lord , with all the Lords Emb●ss●d ●urs , As th' Holy Priest-hood in Procession rod , To invite the King unto the House of God , As once a part of the Lev●●●●● ●tem , Met Alexander from Hie●usalem . Then hi●●●orn Howard waits , the King's approaches With 's prancing horses , and his Prince'y Coache● And withall grace attends his Soveraign home , And does a Landlord to his Lord become . Receives his Majesties a● the Dukes Place , Which at that 〈◊〉 Prince was . A City rather , and to throng'd aboue , As Norwich City seem'd a Suburbs to 't . But that the king 〈◊〉 both ; for People run To Royal beams , as Atomes to the Sun. Next ●lockt the Gentry , who as numerous were As twinckles in the Star be-dappel'd Sphear . Fame f●l'd the streets , there was no room to pass , Sure Norwich then a Populous City was . The King may thank Sir Peter Glean that Day ; For , but for him , the King had no High-way . He clear'd Him a free pass , where he might ride , And Pal'd it in with Pikes on either sides : And Musquets in close order , all in new Red Co●ts , and all alike lyn'd with true blew . Thus representing to His Majesty Their Unity and Uniformity . Nor may I here that gorgeous Troop forget , Hundreds of florid Citizens that met , Their Soveraign Equipt in black and white , An object both of wonder and delight : With Scarlet Ribons in their Hats , to show Their Blood was likewise at his Service too . Argus had there met objects worth his Eyes , But twice as many wou'd not half suffice : Windows and walls were nothing else you 'd think Yet deem'd disloyal to themselves to wink . But had you heard the Tempest of their Lungs , You wou'd have thought them nothing else but tongues Their Vocal Vollies deafen'd every Ear , And Drums and Trumpets no loud Musick were . They rent the Skies , and tore the very Ground , Muskets and Canons in the vogue were drown'd . And Bells , that with such sweat & pains were rear'd , Might have rung backward for ought they were heard . 'T was such a clamour , so transcending measure , That Bells themselves cou'd not appeal to Caesar. But face about , here 's more yet to be seen , Two wonders in a Day , the King and Queen . With such a train of Beauties , might out-dare Bold Saladine , and Crown a holy Warre . Now , Norwich , say , to grace thy Hemisphear , The Sun and Moon and Stars at once shone there . Thus the Pair-Royal are together met , And the Dukes Place more grac'd than ever yet . Where they conducted are into a Room , Hung all with Arras fresh come off the Loom . Adorn'd with all magnificence , and quite Set round with Flambeux made a Day of Night . For Supper , there I beg to hold my peace ; Think what the Eye , the Ear , the rast wou'd please , All that they had , nothing did want that Night , ( Except by too too much , ) an Appetite . In summe the Bill of fare , let him pronounc● , Knows what it is to treat two Courts at once . Paston and Hobart did bring in the Meat , Who the next day at their own houses treat : Paston to Oxney did his Soveraign bring ; And , like Aranuah , offer'd as a King. Blecklyn two Monarcks and two Queens has seen , One King fetcht thence , another brought a Queen . Great Townsend of the treats brought up the rear , And doubly was my Lord Lieftenant there . And now with Norwich , for whose sake I writ , Let me conclude ; Norwich did what was fit : Or , what with them was possible , at least ; That City does enuff , that does its best . There the King Knigh●ed the ●o famous Brown. Whos 's worth & learning to the world are known . They offer'd to the K●ng at the New-hall , Banqu●ts and Guynies , and their hearts withall ▪ For Norwich true , others may treat more high , But to her Power , none more heart●ly : S'has long a Widow been , and 't is but right T'accep● a Widow , for a Widow's Mite : Norwich strain'd all , that Norwich cou'd extend , Nor cou'd she more , should Jove himself descend . Tandem progreditur magna comitante Caterva . Observations upon LILLIE'S Almanack . HArk how the angry Comet here portends Woes to some Weals , whilst others he befriends : And from his glittering Library of Stars , Denounces what he pleases , peace or wars : Nor must you say he speaks besides his Books , Though he but judg their meaning by their looks ▪ When People know , no forhead can impart All the intrigues and angles of the heart : Then gentle Reader , take what he has said , Sometimes direct , and sometimes Retrograde . His knowledge can't be deep , that has exprest , But superficial judgment at the best . For I 'le maintain it , he may see as far Into a ●eather Mill stone , as a Star. Endymion that had Luna 'bout the midle , Cou'd none of all her mysteries unridle , And Lilly 〈◊〉 , that all this toil doth keep , Had , with Endymion been as well asleep . Shew me a 〈◊〉 from the Mani'th ' Moon , I 'le grant his Book writ with a beam of noon . Cro●chets and hay●ro nes govern our affairs , Just so we see our dooms at Tavern-barrs . He that so oft does the twelve houses name , Ne'er set a 〈◊〉 in any of the same . Yet all that there is done , he does record , As 〈◊〉 he their Aseen●lant were , and Lord. And yet for al' th●s noise , and six-penry Cut , Shall his twelve Hou●es in my Pocket put . Believ 't , if he no better Lodging meet , He may for all these houses lye ●'th street . And shake his drinkel'd locks half starv'd & dead , Although he has twelve Houses o're his head . For these are Castles , Houses in the Aire , And tho' he know their signs , he can't come there . And even these signs our wonders too invite , By day you cannot see'um , but by night . From whence , I think , I justly may infer , An Owle may make a good Astrologer . I neither Jupiter nor Saturn dread ; The first rules Pewter , and the second Lead . 'T is not improbable , Saturn may rage , 'Cause the old dotard lost his golden Age : For my part , I ne'er found it ; for alas ! My age is sometimes silver , sometimes brass . Sometimes so empty , so Poeticall , That I protest it is nothing at all . And , if thy Son has still the Soveraignty ; I think he has gelt me as well as thee . Let me alone with Bacchus and his Grapes , I shall not envy Jove , nor his escapes . But , I confess , I hardly can refrain , From envying thee , that Star that dropt thy Chain . An Almanack's a store-house , where old wives May furnisht be with Fables all their Lives . His worship 's weather-wise , this month he says , That many aged People end their days : As if there were a moment , wherein some , Or other do not to their long homes come . These Lord Ascendants pronounce war or peace , Ope ' and shut Janus Temple as they please . Hyppocrates himself might undertake , To learn Prognosticks of an Almanack . Nay , they must ne'er out-strip him Cent. per Cent , They the Disease foretell , he but th' event . This Proverb ( It is easier to believe , Than to disprove ) does them advantage give . L●es borrow faith ; but they get nothing by 't At the years end ; for Time brings truth to light . Vpon the Norfolk Largess . WE have a custom , no where else is known , For here we reap , where nothing e're was sown , Our Harvest-men shall run ye , cap and leg , And leave their work at any time to beg . They make a Harvest of each Passenger , And therefore have they a Lord-treasurer . Here ye must pence , as well as Pray'rs bestow ; 'T is not enough to say , God speed the Plow . These ask as Men , that meant to make ye stand ; For they Petition with their Arms in hand . And till ye give , or some good sign appears , They listen to ye with their Harvest-eares . If nothing drops into the gaping Purse , Ye carry with ye , to be sure , a Curse . But , if a Largess come , they shout ye deaf , Had you as many Ears as a Wheat-sheaf . Sometimes the hollow greater is by odds , As when 't is answer'd from the Ivye tods . Here all unite ; and each his accent bears , That were but now together by the eares . And , which a Contradiction doth imply , Because they get a Largess they must cry ; Cry with a Pox ? whoever of it hears , May with their tankard had no other tears : Thus in a word our Reapers now a days , Reap in the Field , and glean in the High-ways . To my dear Friend Mr. Sam : Stainer new come from Messina . [ I ] As to the thirsty , a full Cup , Or to a School-boy , breaking up , Or to the poor , who wou'd relieve , Or to a Man condemn'd , Reprieve . Such is my Friend Stainer to me , But none so welcome yet as he . [ 2 ] As June to a tyr'd Traveller , Or Port to a long tost Mariner ; Or to the Dutch their Indie-Fleet , Or us , that we in Thames cou'd see 't : Such is my Friend Stainer to me , As much a joy as these cou'd be . [ 3 ] 〈◊〉 to Insurers Ship arriv'd , ●r Coward that wars shock surviv'd , ●r Feast to Gluttons appetite , ●r to a Bride her Wedding night : Such is my Friend Stainer to me , Nothing so welcome though , as he . [ 4 ] 〈◊〉 Honour to a haughty mind , 〈◊〉 Lady to a leacher kind , 〈◊〉 Mony to a Misers clutch , 〈◊〉 brave Victory o're the Dutch : Such is my Friend of whom I 've spoken , Messina sent me for a Token . The Cooks Catastrophe , Occasion'd by a Souldier killing a Cook 's Boy carrying a cover'd Mess through the street . UNhappy Boy , thus to be sent upon Death's Errand , with accurs'd Bellerophon ! Where God found Meat ( here the old Proverb took The Devil and the Souldier found the Cook. First Mess was serving ; but ah cruel force ! The Cook himself became the second course . For as the Corps he carry'd to the Womb , The Bearer by the way , met his own tomb . But with this d●fference , as he lost his breath , The stone , shou'd be above , was underneath . And yet he cou'd not without marble part , Had there been none else , but the Souldiers heart . The Boy might prate , alass ! in such a case , Is not a Cook allow'd a little sauce ? A milk white Naplin o're the Mess was laid , No Ladies Apron such temptations had ! Hunger , that breaks Stone-walls , at such a sight Had pointed teeth , and made a Coward fight . The Aire was raisor-keen , and might afford A stomach , that was sharper than his Sword. For Mars his Sons , and Neptune's too they say , Do watch , and fast , far oftner than they pray : But the Boy mov'd with 't , fast as he was able , For there his Master kept no standing table . With whom the hungry souldier pace wou'd keep , ' Twou'd vex a Dog to see a Pudding creep : The cloth was spred , but on it nothing lay , The Red-coat therefore needs wou'd take away . They both tug'd for 't , neither cou'd other brook The hasty Souldier , nor the teasty Cook. At last it happen'd the unlucky cloth Did prove , well-nigh , a winding-sheet to both . The poor Cooks Boy , that little dreamt of it , E're he could take a turn , dropt from the Spit . And yet he had a turn , ah , a shrew'd turn ! Has turn'd him now , alass ! into his Urn. And though for this , the Souldier suffer'd not , Know it , his hands are redder than his Coat . Vpon Shortwhite , the Nob● Hampstead Cock. TO you that love the knight of fowls , I wri● The Tragi-comedy of brave Shortwhite . First in a Well , but by good fortune found , This winged Heroe , Icarus was drown'd : But drawn up and cast into a warm Blanket , Next morning he reviv'd , did crow and crank it Next was he ( O that Murtherer of Cocks ! ) Surpriz'd in his Seraglio by a Fox : And when a Captive past all hope he seem'd , Was by a Dog that charg'd the Foe redeem'd ; Unhurt , he marcht off , suffering nothing there Except he cou'd , what Shortwhite cou'd not , fear , Another time he was by Dogs way-laid , And unto Men , more Curs than they , betray'd , Who had him to the Mewes , what meant their Cunning A Cock is for a walk , and not for Running . But there so loud he utter'd his Disaster , That Hampstead Rung with'● , and inform'd his Mister Who soon deliver'd Shortwhite from the Lock , And kickt those Coxcombs , that had stoln his Cock , Six armed Knights he has in Battel kill'd , And never drop of his own blood yet spill'd , And yet his Milk-white Wings enamel'd be , With drops , his heels drew from his Enemy . Thus over all his foul , and fairer foes , He claps his Pineons , and in tryumph crowes . And tells his Master , Let his match be found , He 'l loose his Life , or win him Twenty Pound . To a Non-sensical Barbar wou'd seem Poetical . BArbar , go scrape , it troubles me that I , Can't write so low , as thy Capacity . Shrubs are beneath the Wind , had I an Oke , Or some tall Cedar , did my Rage provoke ? His top should kiss his toe ; I hatch a Satyr , Shou'd bow the Zenith down to the Aequator . But who wou'd at a Hedg bird spend his shot , Or fire a Canon at a Cockle-boat ? Varlet in Verse , thou scriblest , but I see , Nor R'yme , nor Reason , Sense , nor Quantity . No , nor true English ; it were strange , if you , That cannot speak true English , shou'd write true . Pure Parallels , pure disingenious Nidgit , This an Elboick is , and that a Digit : Just so he cuts Mens hair , here 't is too short , And there as much too long , as amends for 't . Go Fustian Shaver , Go to ; You must get Your living by your Hands , and not your Feet . Vpon one Day that ran away , and laid the Key under the Door . HEre Night and Day conspire a cheating flight , For Day , they say , is run away by Night . The Day is past , why Landlord ! where 's your rent : Cou'd you not see the Day is almost spent . Had you but kept the Watch we 'l , I suppose , 'T was no hard thing to know how the Day goes ? Day sold , and pawn'd , and put off what he might , Though it were ne'er so dark Day wou'd be light : That he away with so much Rent should get , Though Day were light , 't was no light matter yet . You had one Day a Tenant and wou'd fain Your Eyes might one day see that Day again . No , Landlord , no ; you now may truly say , And to your Cost too , you have lost a Day . By twy-light , Day is neither Day nor Night ; What then ? 'twixt both , he 's an Hermaphrodite . Day is departed in a Mist , I fear , For Day is broke , yet does not Day appear : His pale-face now does Day in Owl-light shrowd , Truth is , at present Day 's under a Cloud . If you wou'd meet with Day you must be wiser , And up betimes , for Day 's an early riser . Broad Day is early up , but you begin To rouze , and then broad Day is shutting in . From Sun to Sun , are the set-times of Pay , But you should have been up by break of Day : Yet , if you had ? you had got nothing by 't . For Day was Cunning , and broke over Night , Day , like a Candle , is gone out , and where , None knows , except to th' other Hemisphear . You must go look the Day with Candle light , This Day was sure begotten in the Night . The Lanthorn-looker , if he now began : Might find the Day , but scarce the honest man. Well , Day farewel , be 't spoke to thy small praise , There 's little honesty found now a Day 's . In vain you do your self this trouble give , You 'l never make an even day while you live ; And yet who trusted him for any Summe , Might have their mony , if the Day were come . And , when will that be ? when the Devil 's blind ; You will this Day at the Greek Calends find . For , it the Sun does hang behind the Change ; If you can find the Day before , 't is strange . Then to the Tavern , Landlord , let 's away , Cheat up your heart , hang 't , 't is a broken Day ; And for your Rent , never thus Rent your Soul , E're long you 'l see Day at a little hole : Look at the Counter , when you go that way ; Early enough , and you 'l see peep of Day . But , how now Landlord ? what 's the matter pray ? What , can't you sleep , you do so long for Day ? Have you a mind , Sir , to arrest the Day ? There 's no such Serjeant as a Joshua . Why , Landlord , Is the Quarter out I pray ; That you keep such a quarter for the Day ? Put off your passion , pray ; true , 't is a Summe : But don 't you know that a Pay-day will come ? I 'le warrant you , do you but banish sorrow , My life for yours Day comes again to morrow . — Phosphore redde Die●s . To T. B. Esq wanting a Son , and Heir ; and upon his two fair Daughters . YOu have the Morning and the Evening Star , To whom , except each other , none compare . And what in all Men adoration moves , Fairer than Virgin-Snow , or Venus Doves , Whom Nature in her Silver-mantle wraps , A pair of Pendants for a pair of Paps . So sweet , so pure , as if they did commence , Whiteness it self , even by reflection thence . Had Paris been so blest to see their Eyes , The Queen of Beauty must have mist her Prize . But , Sir , you want , and wish I know , a Son An Heir , of Elsing-Hall entail'd on One. I wish it too , so that prodigious Tree , The wonder of the World should Bondfires be . I hope it shall , that those auspicious fires , May put a Period to your just desires . And more than that , cou'd I once see that Boy , I 'd burn my Cap , a sacrifice to Joy. Spain , I have heard , whose judgment 's not the worst Have blest the Womb op'd by a Female first . And by experience , say it does fore run The joyful Omen of a prosperous Son. Do you the like ; great joys come by degrees , And take your Daughters from Heaven's hostages . They led the way , and for a Son left room : There 's no despairing of a pregnant Womb. At least your Daughters , this , may promise you , Instead of one Son , they 'l present you two . And you , for ought I know , without Male-Heir . May be as happy in a Sex more fair . An ELEGY on the Reverend John Crofts , D. D. and Deane of Norwich . HEre let his Reverend Dust in silence sleep , I cou'd add rears , were 't not a sin to weep . Which Heathens wo'nt , what else in grief should we , But doubt , or Envy his Felicity . Death , as in duty , came and snuff'd the light , As who shou'd say to make it shine more bright . As to the shutting in of Nature's day , His Evening Red was , but his Morning Grey . The Elements disputed Deaths controul , Nature was loath to part with such a Soul. As to his quality he doubly owes ; But which , to Birth , or Breeding more , who knows ? The first has him among the great ones reckon'd , And in the second he to none was second . But some have troubled at his passion been , Why shou'd they so ? a Fly will have her spleen . He cou'd be angry ; and who lives but can ? For cou'd he not , he shou'd be less than Man. True , he was hasty at some cross event , But was again as hasty to repent . And be his choler at the worst believ'd , Whom his right hand deprest , his left reliev'd . His strictness at the Churches Gates did well , No Gates stand always ope , but those of Hell. And since the Lord his Vineyard did restore , 'T was Zeal , not choler to keep out the Bore . Should I forbear a Trophy here to raise him , ( With Reverence to the Text ) his works wou'd praise Him. Impartial Eyes survey what he has done , And you 'l not say Church-work went slowly on . Whose Elegy each grateful Stone presents , From th' humble Base , to th' highest Battlements . Others themselves wrap up in lasting Lead , But he wrapt up the Church in his own stead . Whose Pinacle he rear'd so high , it even Climes up the Clouds to reach his alms to heaven . Upon whose Top , St. Peter may behold His Monitor in Characters of Gold. Not but in this , others pretend a share , But the Dead challenge what the living spare : Now then for Epitaph , this let him take , Here lies the Temples great Jehoz adack . Who for the Sums he , to repair it , spent ; Has the whole Church to be his Monument . An ELEGY upon a Reverend Divine Buryed in the Ruines of his Church . SO falls a Star , when it deludes our sight , For look but up , you 'l see it still shine bright . What fell was Earth , which , all its substance spent , Subsided to its proper Element . Such was our friend , of whom we are bereaven , A composition made of Earth and Heaven . Heaven challeng'd his immortal Soul , and then The Elements took what they gave , agen . He 's now at 's Father's house , his ever home , Whither at last his Body too shall come ; Where he the Company of Angels keeps , Whilst weary Nature in her Causes sleeps : Not that his part diviner does forsake it , But lets it rest , till the last Trump awake it . Then he will come in the Angelick shore , And put it on , that put it off before : 〈◊〉 as he left it , a poor lump of Clay , No ; but as bright and glorious as the Day ; Refin'd from all that drossie is , and soul ; And now Immortal , as his heaven-born soul. Then what embracings , what a heavenly greeting , 〈◊〉 , it is Heaven it self to see the Meeting . Then shall they meet , never to part at all . And rise again , never again to fall . ●ll this consider'd rightly , I may well ●●d truly say , he rather rose than fell . Howe'er , according to the Apostles word , 〈◊〉 now is blest , because dead in the Lord. ●e from his labours rests , and his Works do ●●h follow him , and stay behind him too . Tho being dead , yet speaketh ; In the Night 〈◊〉 Ignorance , he left a Paper light . ●hich we still ●eep , though of himself bereaven , ●nd are his Heirs , to make us Heirs of Heaven . Thus as his Heaven-born Soul her Earth declines , He plays the Glo-worm , and in darkness shines . Thus like a Taper burning , Heavenly bright , He spent himself in giving others light . God's fight he fought , o'recame the fatal Three , Which Christians call the common Enemy . He kept the Faith his ever trusty Shield , And more than Conqueror marcht off the Field ! 'T is not in Rhetorick , an applause to lend him , Say but what 's true , and you then most commend him . His Church and he , as if agreed by either , Fell in a manner , I may say , together . Where long he preacht , until put out by Men , But Death was kind , and put him in agen . There his Remains are treasur'd up , content To take her Ruines for his Monument . Vpon the Reverend Herbert Ashley , LL. B. Elected Dean of Norwich , from many Rivals . THe Racers mounted with Day-breaking Phosphor , Hard did they ride , though not ride on and prosper . Some to the place , suspicious of their Right , As if they meant to steal it ? went by Night : Thus whipt and spur'd the Rivals at those rates , Their very Horses looke like Candidates ; Whilst Reverend Ashley with a sober pace , Went gravely on , and came off with a Grace . Nobly presented to his Prince's view , By the most Reverend , and right Reverend too . I might Right Honorable add too , where Northampton carry'd it from Darby clear : And happy was it ; for , Christ-Church , if I may say't● Has been too truly Militant of late . But now those animosities shall cease , And Janus Temple give a sign of Peace . Joy to themselves , and us , to see 'um so , In Order to the God of Order go . Heaven and his Majesty , has in this choice Made your glad Walls of Syon to rejoyce . Wellfare their holy Father-hoods , for you Want but one step to be a Father too . Your name even prophesies of its own accord , Herbert , or Ashley , which you please , 't is Lord. Vpon the Famous Sun Tavern behind the Exchange . BEhind ! I 'le ne'er believ 't ; you may as soon Perswade me that the Sun stands behind noon ; We shou'd be then more than Cymmerian blind , If the World's Eye , the Sun should stand behind : Nay , rather than Heaven's Lamp should so estrange His proper sight , the Change it self must change , Gresham must face about , under the Rose ; The Kings themselves must go as the Sun goes . Yet notwithstanding what is here exprest , I am a Brownist as to East or West . What time the Peers did the Sun's rising stay , He found it first lookt the contrary way : Cornhill may in her south-side still take pride ; But , where the Sun is , there 's the warmer side . Yet some Astrologers , they say , maintain Three Suns late set , will never rise again . Three Meteors rather , if they were three Suns ? Suns guided sure by giddy Phaetons . But Noble Wadlow , this a Palace is , A Superstructure on a Base of Bliss . When thy transcendant Arch I 'm passing through , Me thinks in Tryumph I to Tavern go : To Tavern said ? I recall it , No ; Me thinks I rather to a Temple go , Where the great Room ( and who would judg it less ? ) A Church is , and the rest Chappels of ease . At least a Presence , fit to entertain , ( As once thy Predecessor ) Kings again . So pompous , so pyramidal , as if It wou'd on tiptoes checkmate Tenariff . Such are the All-magnificent contrives , Wolsie can ne'er be dead whilst Wadlow lives . The Turky-work about the Dyning-Room , Wou'd make a Sultan think himself at home . The Chimny-Piece does Modern Art surpass , No hand can do the like , but Phidias . Pictures so queint , so to the Life excell , You wou'd not think 'um hang'd , they look so well . Cathedral Windows carry there the Bay , Where many quarrels are , but not a fray , I need no story of the Hangings tell , Arras i 's sel 's 's sufficient Chronicle . Here every Chamber has an Aquaeduct , As if the Sun had Fire for Water truckt . Water as 't were exhal'd up to Heavens shrouds , To cool the Cups and Glasses in the Clouds ; Which having done , from the Coelestial Towers , Like Jove himself you send it down in showers . For Gold and Silver , Brass and Pewter , Iron , A Mine of each seems the whole house t' environ , Latin and Lead , and what not ? All agree , Here the Seven Planets keep their Heptarchie . But to the Cellar now , that happy Port , Where Bacchus in the Arches keeps his Court. No more of the Exchange , Let People talk ; Here 's the High German , French , and Spanish walk ; In this low Country , is high Country Wine , Here 's your old mellow Malaga , Muscadine , Canary , Florence , and Medera's here : Or in a word , here is Wine with one Eare. What shall I say ? in vain I further write , Here 's all that 's Rare that 's Racy , Rich & Right● ▪ Such choice of choices , none amiss can call , ' Twou'd almost fudle me to name 'um all . But that 's a task no Poet can fulfill , Except he write with a Canary quill . Thus , thus the Sun , as with invisible Ropes , Draws all the Change , and makes 'um Heliotropes ; You 'd think , to see the Crouds that thither run , A Man in Pauls were but a Moat i' th' Sun. Regia Solis ibi sublimibus alta columnis , Clara micante auro est — Vpon a Silver Box presented to His Mistriss , with this Paper in It. A Box , and nothing else , were to address My Self unto You but in emptiness : I therefore thought convenient to impart , This Paper as the Picture of my heart ; Think it Pandora's Box ; for I wou'd here , All that is pure or precious should appear . Here are no Rings or Rubies in it , but What 's fairer , there a faithful heart is put . A love shall last , and all esteem surmount , When Pearls like Pebles turn to no account , Nor brings it Civet ; what alas , is that ? The Excrement of an outlandish Cat. 'T is no Tobacco Box , whose Indian smoke , Should your pure Nostrils , like a Chimny choke . No ; To send such a Box to thee ( my dear ) Another Box might well become my Ear. But here 's a choice perfume , shall hence arise , Grateful as Incence lighted by your Eyes . 'T is no Tin Box , nor off-spring of the Ketel ; But Silver , ever better Pocket mettle , 'T is good , yet not so great as your desert : However ope it , and you ope my heart . Accept it then a Present from a Lover , Be You the Bottom , and I le be the Cover . Vpon the Vertuous Brown ( I know who ) at the Popinjay . LIllies and Roses , let who will go sute ye , I 'm for the lovely Brown , the lasting beauty . Her Cheeks are Roses , need no thorny fence , And there 's no Lilly like her Innocence . Their blossoms are but slaves to every blast ; But she 's the same , when Spring and Autumn's past . Her May's Eternal ; S●e , when envious Time Shall be no more , Is then but in her Prime , She shall bid all these fading Formers adieu , And Heaven and Earth shall for her sake be new . You see the out side of the Cabinet , But 't is within her crowned graces set . Were you into an Angel but refin'd , You t●en migh● e●● the Mirrou● of her mind , Not but the luster of her lovelyer lace , Need not ▪ nay ough ▪ not to the best give place . Her thoughts are chaster than the Virgin snow : Diana for a Temple there might go . Arabtan Odours have her bosome blest , The Phoenix there might come and find her Nest , Such , so all pure is her Complexion known , Sweeter than Cinnamon , softer than Down . Nature in silence tells us to this brown , Not the World's eye has tan'd her , but her own ; Her Sweet symmetrick looks that so controul , Are but the Mask , and shadow of her Soul. Where all perfections to that height aspire , Women may envy , but Men must admire . Vpon a Token drunk at the Star , sent Me by Honest Tho. Ridland , at the Popinjay in Norwich . [ 1 ] A Token ( Tom ! ) believ 't 't was kindly done ; It made us forth-with to Star Tavern run , To tast the Claret , from the Hogshead spun . [ 2 ] We washt it down , and bravely , ask Frank Barton , With t' other , t' other , t' other , t' other quart on , We only wanted thee ( Tom ) and Jack Wharton . [ 3 ] It was indeed a seasonable boon , Soon we concluded on 't , and went as soon . And drank by Star-light all the Afternoon . [ 4 ] Thou hast thy mind in Silver to me broken , For such , who always have me fairly spoken , And nothing sent , I value not a Token . [ 5 ] My Book I now do to the Press design , And take so well this kindness ( Tom ) of thine , As I 'm in thy books , thou shalt be in mine . [ 6 ] I this , amongst the special favours rank ; And , both the Bearer , and bestower thank , For thou art Free ( Tom ) and the Bearer Frank. Vpon a SPARROW catcht at a Pipe of Canary . THis is a wonder , Drawer , score it up ; A Sparrow taking of a chirping Cup ? 'T is like the Bird , his fancy somewhat ripe , To the Canary flew to tune the Pipe. Why ? if the Pipe was out of tune ? then pray , Why should the Sparrow to his Ruine play ? The curious Bird plaid on the Pipe , perchance To see the Rats unto the Sack-Butt dance . The Drawers eye , th' unlucky Bird beset , Who stead of drawing Wine , did draw his Net , Sure says the Drawer , when h 'as drunk his fill , He means to pay me , for he has a Bill . Why should thy eye , and spirit be so narrow ? Poor Bird , alas ! he drinks but like a Sparrow . May be , and do you on its ruines look ; The Sparrow this for a Hedg-Tavern took : If any mischief then , you to him do ; You 'l prove your self worse hedg-bird of the two , He sips , he sips , the Drawer says , and reels , But certainly he 'l never take his heels : No , nor he need not , had he drunk till night , Like Icarus , he was prepar'd for flight . But when the Drawer saw he drank all weathers , Not trusting to his heels , but to his feathers , In rage says he , and then himself bestird , This Sparrow sure , is a Canary bird : He caught him fast , and brought him to the Barr , VVho had recovered , had he come i' th' Ayr. He was a Cup to low ; for be it known , H 'ad ne'er been over-taken , if high-flown . The Willow Garland . HOw many Coronets of Daffodillies ? Of purer Roses , and of Paphian Lillies , Wove thy false hope , for her thou thought'st thine own , When Fate was wreathing Willows for thy Crown ? Unhappy faith , to trust so false a Love , Cou'd fast and loose thee in thy Myrtle Grove ! Those blissful shades , where every sacred bough Offer'd it self to kiss , and Crown thy brow ! Thy Tongue , alas ! is lost in the surprize , And nothing now is fluent , but thine Eyes . From whose all watery banks , these Willows spread And plat a woful VVillow for thy Head. On every Leaf crowns thy neglected hair , Hang all thy fears , cares , doubts , sighs and dispair ; VVhilst o're thy Crown , as other crowns , the loss Of all thy Presents is a real Cross ▪ Unfortunate ! that all Herbs Powers cou'd not Cure thy deep wounds , and unkind Hymen wou'd not ! But , since their vertues fail , seek it in death , And change thy Willow for a Cypress wreath . Forsaken ? 't is a sound to be abhord ; Some blasted Air form'd that unlucky word . Suppose , since for her Sex thou can'st not fight Her ; Thy choler , sulphur , and thy fury Nitre . To this thy Willow add , and thou hast Powder : And coudst thou fance rage , or vengeance lowder , Thy heavy heart , next into Bullets cast ; Sure thou for her wilt be prepar'd at last . Then from her flinty bosome strike a spark , And fire it at her heart , she 's a fair mark . But now I think upon 't , thou mayst desist , It is a White thy destiny has mist : Content then with thy Chaplet , set thee down : Who can despair , when sorrow has a Crown ? Vpon a Miller's Son , Sometimes a Peticannon , but turn'd out for disaffectedness to Episcopacy . LOng have I labour'd betwixt wrath and scorn And not in pity , but contempt forborn . I should e're this , have smit him hip and thigh , But that my honour and disdain cry'd fie , Yet lest my temper he as soft should blame , And say I wou'd , but cou'd not right my fame . I 'le carbonade him with my Catstooth Pen , And kick his collops into form agen ; I 'le give the Brute a mark to know him by , More legible than Cleveland's Hue and Cry. Imprimis , He 's a Revelation Beast , A Linsle-woolfie , Brownish , Pyebald Priest ▪ He 's round and royal ; what you please , a man , That 's both a Jew , and a Samaritan . He is a kind of a Nine Acred fop , A May-Pole with a Weather-Cock a top ▪ His stature might a Ship for a Mast fit , And yet this Gyant is a dwarf in wit. Of one that sprung from such a wellwrought Mill , Never was upper Room furnisht so ill . He loves his Body better than his Soul , Nor wou'd he come at Church , but to take Toll . He 's a dilemma betwixt heart and tongue , As his Religion in the Hopper hung . He comes as one had of the loaves a sense , And serves St. Peter for St. Peter's Pence . When pay-day comes the Surplice has no harm in 't . When pay-day's past , a Babilonish Garment . Truly , whines he , the Anthems would be sweeter , Were they but tagg'd with Mr. Sternhold's Meeter ; Yet as for Company , he bears a part , But he has only Hopkins in his heart . And when an Anthem in the Quire they name , He warbles to another of the same : A second part , which he can sweetly do , And play to 't on the living Organ too . Observe the Buzzard at the Eagles tayl , He furls his Surplice like a Wind mill Sail : And wryths himself into as many shapes , As Proteus , or a Collony of Apes . As if that decency and order were , Fitter for Peter's Lunsford far , than here , Where he does loll , and wear more Cushions forth , Than all the Sermons e're he preacht were worth . Brundel , and Brason , and a Christ-Church Cannon , Are Cures too trivial to imploy this Man on . But he has Strumpshall , Austins , Peters too , More than this Tobit , and his Dog can do . To travel to ' um . Yet you 'l often see , This Man invey against Pluralitie . These his six Livings are , but he does say , Had he but seven , H 'ad one for the Lord's Day ? And yet he has , ( as he does things contrive ) So many Livings that he cannot live . So he himself , so he his Cures has serv'd : He 's like his Congregation , almost starv'd . But now he quacks , a Doctor of great skill , To Cure their bodies , though their souls he kill ; Thus kill or Cure , he thrives ; if the Corps fall , He then gets Mony for the burial . But this indeed does seem a natural smack , The Miller that begat him was a Quack . He does himself 'twixt this and t' other side , Like Beckles Steeple , from the Church divide . What is he ? He is neither wise , nor fool , A Tertium Neutrum : Or an upstart Mule. He is , and guess by what is said before , A Cannon of a Presbyterian boar . A Cannon said I ? he alas ! is none , He is a Blunderbuss , an Elder Gun. He 's ever loving , and he 's ever loathing , He is so many things indeed , he 's Nothing . Defiance to the Dutch. ROb'd of our Rights ? and by such Water-rats ? We 'l doff their Heads , if they wo'nt doff their Hats ; Affront too Hogen-Mogen to Endure ! 'T is time to box these Butter-Boxes sure . If they the Flags undoubted Right deny Us ? Who wo'nt strike to us , must be stricken by Us. A Crew of Boars , and Sooterkins , that know , Themselves , they to our Blood and Valour owe ▪ Did we for this , knock off their Spanish setters , To make 'um able to abuse their betters ? If at this Rate they Rave ; I think 't is good , Not to omit the Spring , but let 'um blood . Rouz then Heroick Brittains , 't is not words , But wounds must work with Leather Apron Lords . Since they are deaf , to them your meaning break , With mouths of brass , that words of Iron speak , I hope we shall to purpose the next bout Cure 'um , as we did Opdam of the Gout . And when i' th bottom of the Sea they come , They 'l have enough of Mare Liberum . Our brandisht steel , though now they seem so tall , Shall make 'um lower than Low-Country , fall . But they 'l e're long , come to themselves you 'l see , VVhen we in Earnest are at Snick a Snee . When once the Boars perceive our Swords are drawn And we converting are those Boars to brawn . Me thinks the Ruine of their Belgick banners Last Fight , almost as ragged as their manners , Might have perswaded 'um to better things , Than be so sawcy to their betters , Kings . Is it of Wealth they are so proud become ? Charles has a Wain I hope to fetch it home : And with it pay himself his just Arrears , Of Fishing Tribute for this Hundred Years . That we may say , as all the store comes in , The Dutch , alas , have but our Factors bin , They fathom Sea and Land , we when we please Have both the Indies brought to our own Seas . For Rich , and proud , they bring in Ships by shoals , And then we humble them to save their Souls . Pox of their Pictures , if we had 'um here , We'd find 'um frames at Tyburn , or else where . The next they draw , be it their Admirals Transpeciated into Fynnes , and Scales ; Or , which wou'd do as well , draw if they please Opdam , with the Seven sinking Provinces : Or draw their Captains from the conquering Main First beaten home , then beaten back again . And after this so just , though fatal strife , Draw their dead Boars again unto the Life : Lastly , remember to prevent all laughter , Drawing goes first , but hanging follows after , If then Lampooning thus be their undoing , Who pities them , that purchase their own ruine ? Or will hereafter trust their Treacheries , Until they leave their Heads for Hostages . For , as the Proverb has of VVomen said — Believe 'um not , nay though you 'd swear th' are dead . The Dutch are stubborn , and will yield no fruit , Till , like the Wallnut Tree , ye beat 'um to 't . I. Orat. Injuries & non redditas , causam huiusce , esse belli audisse videor . Vpon a Friend Lamenting the Loss of Learning . ARe there such Arts , as Scholars liberal call ? To me , alass ! they are not Liberall ; VVell then , by this I see that every Man Is not cut out for a Corinthian . But could there be , or did my Friends divine , No Merc'rie carv'd one of this block of mine ? Did they so bitter Root , my You●h deter , Bi●ter ? ah me ! my loss is bitterer , For wanting Learning , O how pleasant fruit ! VVhilst others freely talk , I must sit mute , I 'm no● a Man ordain'd for Dover Court. For I 'm a hearer still , where I resort . And give attention to the words I hear , As if even then I at some Sermon were . I am a shadow , or a Bell without A Clapper , for my noise comes never out . Let others by my looks my meaning spell , I must say nothing , if I would say well . The Proverb says , Art has no Enemy , But Ignorance , that Proverb 's crost in me , I envy no Man his acquired Parts , But am an honourer of the generous Arts , Howe'er my brains be coffind'd up in bark , For though my eyes be clear , my head is dark . Nay , even an Eccho in the witty throng , Can answer better , though she have no Tongue . Thus , while I 'm mute , to purchase wisdom by ' , My very face does play the Hypocrite . To a Coy Lady that wou'd not come to a Treat . ANd wou'd not that imperious Clora come ? Troth I 'm glad on 't , let her keep at home . And banquet on the barren walls , proud creature Whilst I for this small charge escape a greater . My wishes are no more to see her face , E're such a Juno , I 'le a Cloud embrace . Her fancy , faith , will ne'er with mine agree , If she presume I should her shadow be . I 'm of too clear a spirit , never stir , Run to the Devil , I 'le ne'er follow her . Let her create a Mantle of the dark , Dap●●c be dam'd and smothet'd in her bark . Has she so much , or else so little grace , She dare not look an honest Man i' th' face ? If shame with held her ? be that shame proclaim'd A shame of which , even shame might be asham'd . Vpon the great FIRE at St. Catharines , on Whitsunday , 1672. WHat our Whitsunday was , St. Catharin may Too sadly say , was her Ashwednesday . Or , which indeed may be too truly se'd , What our Whitsunday was , ah ! 't was her Red. Imperious Element ●'cause thy hand was in , Couldst not conclude there where thoudidst begin . One house ( fierce Fire ) had been to large a share , Must those that struck thee not have neighbors sare ? Could nothing intercept thy running on , Must every house have an Ucaligon ? Couldst thou devour poor Widows houses too , And not have so much as pretence to shew ? VVouldst thou with Phaeton once more aspire To heaven , and set the world again on Fire ? Or didst design the Hamlets to undo , To make the Suburbs , like the City , new ? O that since Floods of tears could not suffice , Niles Catarracts had pist out both thine eyes ! Or he that Tagus up a Mountain drew , Had drawn the Thames up here , and drown'd theè too . That hadst no pity lest , but to destory So many houses at a Tide of Joy. Ah cruel Tyrant , Fire ! who can express The aking hearts of the poor harbourless ! In a condition worse than Snails now grown , For they have houses , these alas ! have none . Whose glittering Canopy o're their sad heads Are sky , and stars , and the cold earth their beds . Such as but yesterday could Thousands boast , Have in a moment , all their substance lost . And now expos'd to wind and weather lye , Examples of this VVorlds inconstancy : Whilst they poor wretches are constrain'd to come Abroad these holy days , for want of home . Proud spark ! did ever Deity do so ? To burn thy Altars , and thy Temples too ? Henceforth I 'le warm with wine , and exercise , Let Salamanders to the Sacrifice . Colds not , at least the Colliars Ships reprieve , But for Newcastle ( fire ) thou couldst not live . VVas ever Tyrant yet so senseless seen , Like thee , to blow up his own Megazin ? Famish for want of Fewel , and expire In thine own Rubish , as neglected Fire . Yet pitty I thy Pitchy se●vants ruine , Whose Ribs contribute to their own undoing . Bold fire ! wou'd we had let thee stil alone , Lockt in the silent bosome of a stone . And not have made our selves so overwise , To find what heaven had hidden from out eyes . Must we still Phaenix like from Ashes grow ? See what our sins , and senseless Servants do ! Well , well , wild Fire , remember for this ●out , When I lock in my doors , I 'le put thee out . Vpon a Rusty Patch on an Iron Face . MAd Scab have at ye ; you expect a claw , To keep the leachery of your itch in awe . But 't will not do , I dare not come so nigh , For scabs are Cabins where the Vermin lye . Why hast thou like a fool , thy Mony spent , To make that pocky blot●h a Persian Tent ? Thou didst a Whore and Clap together get , And thou hadst to●n her Scart to cover it . The Pop won'd f●in pee● out there , but that you Are so asham'd , you clap the Casement too . Thou shouldst to contradiction be a kin , To wear a beauty spot upon thy Chin : No , no ; there is no beauty in the case ; 'T is but a knot upon thy Wainscoat face . But will your Copy-hold endure the tutching , Why then in plain , 't is a blot in your Scutchin . Which we must not a patch , but plaister call , Not bought at Change , but beg'd at th'Hospital . Nor dost thou patch , but botch ; why dost not send And draw the hole up with a Cobler's End ? Your goodness is broke out , and therefore ( Sir ) The wodden Draper's turn'd a Plaisterer . VVhy dost thou finger't so ? and keep a coil , To trim a face , that is it self a foil . Indeed I question which the foil woul'd be , The leporous looks , or rusty taff●tie . Yet hast thou , when a Gyrn thou dost advaunce , A merry , of a murry countenance . Westphalia here brings her resemblance in , Thy Face the Bacon is , thy Spot the Skin . Yet not to bring thy Visage in disgrace , Come , hang 't , 't will serve for a good riding face . Vpon one that promised me Four Cravats , boasting he had Fi●ty . SUre , ( Will. ) you got , by some face●e designs , All Danaus Daughters for your Valentines . T was but a dream I fear , and truly I Did never dream you would tell such a lye . If you have Ten ? thank an industrious VVife , One Hempen one , wou'd serve you all your life . You promis'd me Four , in a high carouse , The Mountain swel'd , & it brought forth a Mouse . Vpon a Trusty Taylor . THat shrid of Gentry , nickt Sir Thomas . Chamelion , ●ed with Ai●e of promise . A true believer , but he hath Not the least jot of saving Faith ; For , as he liv'd among the Turks , He 's damn'd already for his Works : Did ever Taylor venture so ? For dammage , and damnation too . Poor Taylor working thus t'this loss , He represents the Thief on th' Cross. To the gentile Drapers in St. Paul's Church-Yard , retorting to the Play call'd , The Citizen turn'd Gentleman . THe Citizan turn'd Gentleman ? what then ? The Gentleman is here turn'd Citizen . The Court , and City , like those silken wormes , Meet in the vast vicissitude of Formes . Me thinks , in your brave presences , I view The City's Glory , and the Country 's too . In worst of times you have the best appear'd , The Church's Champions , and S. Paul's Life-guard . We can read Royalty on every brow ; 'T is therefore rightly styl'd the Royal Row. Whom we , for this , the Churches Guard ians call , For you have built your Houses , as its wall . And show'd , as well your duty , as your skill , Though there no Temple be , thet's Templars still . And when Phanaticks one antother call To Meetings , you are constant to Saint Paul. Whom from the factions , giddy , rude , and vain , Paul has distinguisht , even by St. Paul's Chain . Or thus read the distinction , if you please ? The Christians from the Scribes and Pharisees . These , those the honour'd Citizens , are all Brave Fellow-commoners of the Kingdoms Ha'l . These younger Brothers are , that Mony get , And purchase primogeniture by wit. Who failing Families rear up agen , And prove themselves the better Gentlemen : They prop the falling Houses , and restore That lustre the dull Heir had dimm'd before . Though they , as Sheriffs , spend at such a rate , Wou'd shake the moy'cie of a good estate , The swelling Thames , like that of seven mouth'd Nile . Enriches round about her all the Soile . This City sets in her Tryumphant Chair , ( Nile . And all the Country , but her Tenants are . Vpon one Mrs. K — , who sets all her Neighbours together by the Ears with lying Tales . CEase superannuate , mischievous Creature ; Thou art a K ▪ — by name , a Slut by nature . Dam'd Author of Division , thou art one The Devil stampt his cloven foot upon . Dissentions seminary ; Thou art but A busy body , and an idle Slut. Yea thou art she , that hád'st thou power to do'e , Woudst tear in twain our Saviours seamless Coat ? Thou shouldst the Goddess sure of Envy be , Thou art her Picture , if thou art not she . Tygress , thou wait'st to tear the harmlels Lamb , And art the Devil , or the Devil's Damme . Arch Enemy of Peace ! Thou may'st be stil'd The Harlot , wou'd divide the living Child . Thy Tongue is set on fire of Hell , and thou Dost Act above , but what they Act below . Thou liv'st a Rebel to the Prince of Peace , Until the Grave on thee , as Pris'ner seize . Accursed tale of hers ! she runs along And claps both men and women with her tongue ; Go wicked woman , go ; the End on 't mark , Thy tales have ruin'd more than Whetston's Park . CAROLINA . SONG . [ 1 ] SHould I sigh out my days in grief , And as my Beads count miseries , My wound would meet with no relief ; For all the Balsome of mine Eyes , I 'le therefore set my heart at rest , And of bad market make the best . [ 2 ] Some set their hearts on winged wealth , Others to honours Towers aspire , But give me freedom and my health , And there 's the Summe of my desire ; If all the World should pay me Rent , It cou'd not add to my content . [ 3 ] There is no fence against our fate , Eves Daughters all are born to sorrow , Vicissitudes upon us wait , That laugh to day , and lour to morrow . Why should we then with wrinckel'd care Deface what Nature made so fair . Fair and Faithful . SONG . [ 1 ] GO now , thou mighty God of Love , And plough me up yond' craggy crest , Where the proud Eagle rears her Nest ; But if thou can'st not Rocks remove , In vain thou com'st my faith to prove . [ 2 ] Let Curtezans on Carpets tread , Embroider'd all with Gold and Pearls , And talk of nothing under Earls ; Yet I more honour bring to Bed , In an unspotted Maiden-head . [ 3 ] Some pity me to see me free , To see me frolick , see me drink , Of which they know not what to think : Think what they will , I 'le honest be , Till those that pity , envy me . The Quakers Wedding . O Times ! O Manners ! whither 's Levi fled , That Law and Gospel are abolished ? The Red-No●'d Dragon with his Complices , To Fundamental Truths Antipodes , That Coccatrice this cursed Egg has batcht , And taught us worse than ever to be matcht . They publisht then at Whipping-Posts the Banes , And well I think deserv'd 'um for their pains . But we can marry now , hand over head , And not have so much as a forme to plead : We are not now unto the Justice packt , ( Though then there was small Justice in the Act. ) But we can marry of our own accord , Like Jack and Gill , but leaping cross a Sword ; But against Parties coupled on this wise , Westminster Weddings will in Judgment rise . That they should stumble , and pretend such light ! They marry wrong , and call 't a Marriage Rite . The Libertine comes in the Levites room , And is at once the Parson and the Groom . He babbles like a Bruit , and by , and by ; He takes the Bride , and goes to multiply : The Bride ? I do recall what I have se'd , 'T is not a Bridal , but a Brothel-bed . They for Conjunction copulative would pass , When the Conjunction a Disjunctive was : For having lain together all their Life , They are ▪ but as they met , not Man and Wife . And for a mitigation of their Cares , They may have many Children , but no Heirs . And , what a marry'd Man lov'd never yet , He may a Bastard of his Wife beget . For wanting Licence and Certificate , He leaves his Issue Illegitimate . T● Sons and Daughters of the common Earth , An off-spring outlaw'd in their very birth . What made them Jews and Gentiles to invite● Sure they could never hope a Proselite . How Heaven approv'd the juggle you may tell , When Thunder , Lightning , and a l'empest fell ; So dreadful too , though at one clap it stopt , As if the Heavens into Earth's lap had dropt . Confusion waited on both Men , and Meat ; Their Marriage and their Feast were both a cheat . A wedding and no wedding brought before ye , The Devil doubtless was the Directorie . Some Hellebor restore 'um to recant , This ●ordid League , and sens● less Covenant . O that such vileness should asfront the Sun ! VVould make a Corner blush to see it done ! VVhilst almost mad as they , the People ran , To see a S●nner take a Publican . Vpon a Camp should have been plaid , neer the black house by Kirby for a Crown a piece , and was not . THis morning when we came to see the Camp , Some had the Crotchets go● , & some the cramp . Where are the pledges of this hot contest ? I doubt in earnest you were but in jest . Ye talk of Crowns , to heighten your renowns , And meet like Princes , that contend for Crowns . But you did talk , and I as much dare swear , Of Crowns , when you in the Crown Office were . Ale makes a bargain , and claps hasty hand to 't , And when they cannot stand , they swear to stand to 't . 'T is well designs are over-night forborn , The Evening is too valiant for the Morn ; Bodies are ▪ then too narrow for their souls : Foxes are best at burroughs , not at Goals . Yet sav'd your credit I presume , and cost , Where there is nothing laid , there 's nothing lost . Lancashire Law , no lawful bargain makes , Ye rob'd the hedges , if ye left your stakes : Or , if indeed you le●t your stakes in pawn ; Go get your Spades , & ditch , where they are drawn . 'T is reason you your Co●lar , should force Into the 〈◊〉 you draw out yours . Well , thou that brok'st the match , thou best deservest , For legs and arms are in request in harvest ; Had you been ma●m'd ? ye might have curst your tiple , A Harvest Lady does abhor a Cripple , But yet that none did Coat or Double● d● , At the black house ye came but blew ●y off . Ropes that wou'd meet the ground can't draw ye to 't And yet ▪ a hair of the same dog would do 't . They rend●zvous , and run away like men , Wou'd Mr. Hais●t were alive agen . To Tom. Sharington , Commendations to mine Hostess , where his Mare was at Cure. Commend us ( Tom ) to all at Bale , Where once we drank a Cup of Ale. How does your good old friend there fare , Sh' has been a Mother to your Mare ; You may remember who I mean , In tru●h , I have forgot her clean . Forget her clean , how can I too . Whom clean indeed I never Knew . Or , if I ever did , 't is yet So long ago , I may forget . I know not but she may be clean , By this , for she was washing then . And , if she be not ; No way but To give her over for a Slut. And when e●er her washing's done , Hang het and let her cloaths alone . Do you not call to mind the Kitchin , My Landlady sate like a Witch in . There where we did Mundungo smoak , No Guynie Pepper wou'd so choak ; Nothing ( except her Washbowl ) could ; A sense-confusion with it hold . You know the Cellar 's j●st between , Kitching and Stable , there I mean. There where your eye-sore Mare turn'd taile , Upon the bowsing Tub of Ale ; And with her launt did it supply , F'ast as mine Hostess drew it dry . Where she did batten on the dang , And ●ake i● for a good Ale Bung. O! if you chance pass by her Door , I prithee ( Tom ) commend me to her : And send me word next Post , that I may tell Our Mother Damnable , her Sisters well . Vpon a great Windy Night , WHat time soft Slumber in her armes did lock me , My Bed turn'd Cradle , and the Wind did rock me . But fear of a dead sleep me waking kept , The more that I was rockt , the less I slept . Suspicion bad me quickly quit my Bed , For fear I brought an old house on my head . But faster than I could get on my cloths , The unseen winds from misty caverns rose . The Earth's deliver'd of a Timpanie , And all the Captives of her womb set free . I envy'd the instinct of Rats and M●ce , That run away by their own Prophesies . Sometime I think , and that my dread reforms , Old houses oftner fall in calms than stormes ; But all that Observation could impart , Was blown up by an earthquake of my heart . Thou God of winds said I , some pitty have , And reeling ships , and rotten houses save . My Anchor ' hope fled with the flitting sand , Whilst I was almost cast away by Land. The wanton signs did on wind-musick play , Whilst tottering turrets tript themselves away . Fair Edifices in the furious stormes , Relaps'd to rubbish , and forgat their formes . An ELEGY upon old Freeman , us'd hardly by the Committee , for lying in the Cathedral , and in Church-Porches , praying the Common-prayer by heart , &c. HEre in this homely Cabinet , Resteth a poor old Anchoret ; Upon the ground he laid all weathers , Not as most Men , gooslike on feathers . For so indeed it came to pass , The Lord of Lords his Landlord was . He liv'd instead of wainscoat rooms , Like the possest , among the tombs . As by some Spirit thither led , To be acquainted with the Dead . Each morning from his bed so hallow'd , He ●ose , took up his cross , and follow'd . To every porch he did repair , To vent himself in Common-Prayer . Wherein he was alone devout , When preaching justled praying out . In such procession , through the City , Maugre the Devil and Committee , He daily went ; for which he fell , Not into Jacob's , but Bridewell . Where you might see his loyal back , Red letter'd like an Almanack . Or , I may rather else aver , Dominick● like a Calendar . And him tryumphing at the harme , Having naught else to keep it warm . With Paul he always praid , no wonder ; The lash did keep his flesh still under . Yet whipcord seem'd to loose its sting , When for the Church , or for the King. High Loyal●y ; in such a dearth , Cou'd basle torments with mean Earth , He did not for his sufferings pass , Who , spight of bonds , still Freeman was . 'T is well his Pate was weather-proof , For Palace-like it had no Roof : The hair was off , and 't was the fashion , The Crown being under Seque●●ation . Though bald as Time , and Mendicant , No Fryer yet , bu Prot●seant . His head each Morning , and each Even , Was water'd with the dew of Heaven . He lodg'd ali●e , ●ead and alive , As one that 〈◊〉 grave survive . For he is stil , though he be dead , But in a manner put to bed . His Cabin being above ground yet , U●●ser a thin Turf coverlet . Pitty he in no porch does lay , That did in Porches so much pray ; Yet let him have this Epitaph , Here sleeps old Jacob Stone and Staff. An ELEGY upon Sir Joseph Payne , sometimes Major and Collonel of the Train'd Bands of the City of Norwich , who dyed in Harvest . SO falls a shock in season ; Heaven we see , Has begun Harvest then as well as we : Not without rain too , though in deep laments , Our Eyes out-vie the melting Elements . Yet weep not ; Joseph is but sent before ye , The Grave his Aegypt is , the Heavens his Glory . Such was his just , and generous behaviour , Got him the Peoples love and Princes favour . To the Kings hand he owes his great renown : But still the merit of it to his own . He was till Nature's oyl decay'd , a Lamp That did enlighten both the Court and Camp. Whilst like the Orbs commanding from a far , He that our Pilot was , is now our Star. Which though by many sphears divided hence , Govern● this City still by influence . The solemn pomp that did attend his Herse , Lookt , as if death and tryumph had converse . They parly , and deliberate of dying , With lighted Matches , and with colours flying . As if his Soul of honour ever tender , In spight of death , wou'd upon terms surrender , And bravely brav'd it out , till like Ostend , Nothing remain'd , but Rubbish to defend . With folded armes the men at armes marcht on As from the Victory of Absolon . The stand of Pikes their lofty heads did hide , And Swords like Bandaliers hung a to-fide . Muskets are charg'd , recoil from off their Rests , And Funeral-fire knocks at the Souldiers breasts . At last they roar it out as thither led , Like the last Trumpet to awake the dead . Whilst every Volly as it rends and raves , Forestals an Earthquake and presents them graves . To Charity the way he nobly led , And dy'd to let us see she was not dead . But what his bounty , with the highest , ranks , It was not known till it could know no thanks . That empty puff of praise he car'd not for , The Benefactor is God's Creditor . Before the Famin , Joseph layes up Corn ; And milk provided is for Babes unborn . Just thus the God of Charity began , First he made ready meat , and then made Man. Pure Eleemosyne thus to contrive , Like providence to keep the World alive . Mammon well laid out , mony wisely given : Like Forein Bills paid at first fight in heaven . What can I further add ? here in a word , Lyes the Comptroller of the Gown , & Sword. An ELEGY Perpetuated to the Memory of Henry Terne , Esq Captain of the Triumph . THus fell he at hard fates command , Yet like himself with Sword in hand . What pitty 't was he could not git So neer , as to make use of it . To try it out with manly strife Of Sword ! He then had sold his life . So dear a bargain to the Dutch , They ne'er had wisht another such ; He had so handy-grip'd his foe , But Bullets no distinction know . For Canons are a like disease , To Clineas , and to Pyrocles . Four Spanish ships at once he fought , And from 'um all the Garland brought . But afterwards , ( pitty say I ) Where Cowards live , the Valiant dye : This Son of Honour laid his head , With honour , down on Honour's Bed. And certainly he wants no room , That has the Ocean for his Tomb. Whom now in scorn of future harmes , The Seas embrace with out-stretcht Armes . The Royal Herring brings his Crown , And at his Feet he layes it down : Ten Thousand Dolphins next resort , And play about to make him sport . A Sea-Horse was his Horse of State , For Champion , he a Sword Fish gate . And Nepi●n● , coming to the place , Converts this Tr●dent to a Mace. Only a' he slyrens from him swim , Afraid to be out-charm'd by him ; Thus high for low , be where he will , He 's Captain of the Tryumph still . But , shaving thus the Ocean crost , Let me now tell ye what we lost . No 〈◊〉 could his Learning sound , Alive , and dead too , he 's profound . So qualify'd , he could prevail , Alike with Gown , and Coat of Mail. He had a hand would all things sute , Either the Sword , the Pen , or Lute . Thus we in one have lost all three , Apollo , Mars , and Mercurie . No more then on the question stand , The Seas now richer than the Land. And we may well say Loyalty , Lies in the bottom of the Sea. An ELEGY upon the Right Worshipful Sir Thomas Rant . LOoks take your leave of smiles ; let every eye Be drest in sorrows saddest Livery . Prepare for newes , for news that will depress Your Spirits with a load of Heaviness . Where every Mourner cause has to be chief . There needs gradation to so great a grief ! He 's faln , he 's faln ! a Man of that renown , The wonder , and the glory of the Gown . Whom Norfolk call'd ( that well his learning knew ) Laws Oracle , and Lord Chief Justice too . Were cases ne'er so nice , he needed not With Alexander cut the Gord●on knot : His piercing Eye enlighten'd by his wit , What others tore a pieces could unknit : Such was his love to Justice too , that Might Could never boast the Victory of Right . His Poise so just was , and his Scales so even , Men thought Astrea came again from heaven . He still made Peace , deliver'd the Oppres● , And therefore had the promise to be blest . Thus , thus he liv'd , and went at his decease , As a Peace-maker , to the Prince of Peace . He got enuff , and when enuff , did know , I wou'd all other Lawyers wou'd do so . Heaven , out of doubt ( & heaven alone knows best ) In kindness gave him his ouietus est . His charity , which with the best compares , He writ himself in living Charactars . He has , as it sufficiently is known , Provided for more Widows than his own . Learned he was , and Loyal too , if we Mayn't rather say , Learning and Loyaltie . In summe , he such accomplishments engrost , 'T is not one Age can say what we have lost . Well may we then go weep our fountains dry , And leave a deluge for posterity . An ELEGY upon Miles Hobart , Esque who dy'd the Friday before good Friday . WHat time we thought our fasting almost done , Another Lent our mourning has begun . A Le●t two Fridays hath , both dy'd in blood , Ah me ( swe●t Miles ) the bad forestalls the good : And yet , please you ? we 'l both good Fridays ca●l , His for himself , our Saviour's for us all . He left no Widow to bedew his Hearse , With fruitless , if not hypocritick teares . But , as an Angel of a nobler Sphear , He was in this , as all things , singular . Such was his lofty , and prodigious Wit , No Jacob's staff could take the height of it . And such his candour , Titus like , he sent None from his presence sad , or dis● ontent . So just , so generous , so gentile was he , No Man can say , h 'as lost an Enemy . Coaches and numerous Hor●men have wel-prov'd , How much lamented , and how much belov'd . Who thought it not enuff at home to mourn , But many Miles rid weeping to his Urne . Where neither Brass , nor Marble need be spent Name but Miles Hobart , 't is a Monument . An Elegy upon the Reverend John Porter , D. D. and Prebend of Christ-Church in Norwich . A Star is faln , an Orb does disappear , Was late the glory of our Hemisphear . So v●st his Learning , this all-knowing Man , Was lookt on as a l●ving Vatican . For Piety , he was so all divine That Moses like his very face did shine . His Loyalty I need not here maintain , His sufferings show he lov'd his Soveraign . But maugre Men and Devils , he laid down His head in peace , and with a silver Crown . Yet liv'd to see his Prince , and give God praise , For ten illustrious Restauration dayes . His Sors all prosper , and his Daughters are , Like polish● Corners of the Temple , fair . As if indulgent Heaven intended he Should have amends in his Posteritie . For his humility , this all Men know , Of parts so high , ne'er Man had mind more low . Vpon a Red Face , A Bucket ho ! He shou'd be of the race , Of William Rusus , by his rufull face . His Nose according to the Heralds rules , Powder'd with Ermins is , in a field Gules . His face else , which does so with Rubies shine , A Jewellers shop is , and his Nose the sign . When a black Sute his Taylor does him send , He is a Charcole lighted at one end . His bow-dye Flag in the Red-squadron pl●●e , But he show'd a Fireship by his face . He is an Olivarian , and no wonder , His precious looks , what are they else but plunder ? For , as a Maxim , this have I held ever , That a red face is sign of a bad Liver . Yet to speak truth , he has a Snout as fair , As rising Sun , or Turkey-leather Chair . And say no Coals , we from Newcastle get , His fiery face wou'd roast a Joynt of Meat . The Low Estate of the Low-Country Countess of Holland , on Her Death-bed , with the Advice of her Doctors , and Confessors . SEe how she lies in poor distressed State , Whom all her Doctors now judge desperate . Fain would her widen'd arms some comfort clasp , But comfort comes too late , at the last gasp . Her Children , and her near Relations run , About the Streets , and cry undone , undone ! And swear that the Physicians do not come To Cure , but send her to her long , long home . The North-pole Doctor feels her Pulse to be As feeble now , as her Authoritie : Whose constitution sometimes since so good , Had she been temperate ? she might stil have stood . But with her Spice-box she kept such a coile , She heat her blood , and made it over-boile . By which Distemper she a Frenzy gat , And said , and did at last she knew not what . Nay She , in this Distemper of her Brain , Fancy'd her self sole Soveraign of the Main , ' A main mistake indeed , like Dreams of baggs , Or such , wear Robes in sleep , but rise in raggs . She that on Pictures doted so , may here , Her self the Picture see of a dear Year . Next Doctor to a Surfeit does impute , From her devouring too much Spanish Fruit : And not digesting Crudities , he says , Has turn'd the Butter in her Maw to grease . He sayes besides , her Tongue is very fowl , And he is in the right on 't , o' my Soul ; To gargle it , in vain ye go about , T' will ne'er be clean , until it be clean out . Nay , she the Scurvy has too , and in truth , This last Sea Fight has drawn out her last tooth . Another says , 't is a malignant Feaver , Sprung from her falser heart , and fouler Liver ; The ferment of her Stomack gives it way ▪ And it does on her very Vitals prey . Hot-spur whips out his Lance , to let her blood , E're he her Malady well understood . Yet he an able Doctor is , although With her , he 's no approv'd Physician now . Hold , quoth a soberer Doctor , she 's too old , She 's full a hundred , and her days are told . Her blood is turn'd to a pituitous matter , She 's Dropsical , and drown'd in her own water . She makes it freely , but no ease at all , Although it overflow the Urinal . Next comes a whisl●ing Doctor with a Vomit , But that the graver sort disswade her from it . For it , alas , would but her griefs enhance , And make her spew out her Inhabitants : Her lower Region under VVater lies , And if ye draw it up , she drowns and dies . What then to her do ye intend to do ? She has a Feaver , and a Dropsie too . Her spirits that so haughty were are fled , And here she bed-rid lies more than half dead . She is departing , and the People just Ready to lay her honour in the dust . Farewell Physicians , your too costly fees , Have Bank-rupt her , and drawn her to the Lees. She 's in a weak estate , and now time for An Application to her Consessor . Who here , good Father , leans on the Bed-post , With extreme Unction , Crucifix and Host. If any possibility appear ? To exorcise the Devil out of her ; And being for her Hellish actions sorry , To pray her in and out of Purgatory . But shrive her to the bottom ; when she is Fit for the next world , she is fit for this . But stay , here comes a Doctor from the Hague ▪ A Soveraign Doctor cures her of her Plague . She that but now was sinking , soon shall swim , Soon as she swears she will be rul'd by him . We hear that she has done it ; Then be sure , Her very Resignation is her Cure. Who knows what virtues in an Orange dwell ! An Orange only 't is , cou'd make her well . The Royal Rendezvous . Or , the Magnificence of His Majesties Fleet. BLess me ! where am I ? to what Ruine bent ▪ I should be by this moving Grove in Kent . Me thought , I saw a City on the Seas , And by the Steeples told the Parishes . There might be as I guess , twice seventy seven , ' Whose Babel Towers were climbing up to Heaven ▪ Their Language was confusion , and their breath Darken'd the Aire with sentences of death . They seem'd as 't were a stand of Pikes , or Trees That over-top the humble Coppices . With these high towring Masts our Muse begins , And , where such Sign-posts are , what are the Inns ? Those Trojan Horses , form'd by Pallas charms , Not stuffd with Garbidg but with Men and Arms ; Those wooden Mountains , on the Navy Main , As if the Gyants fought with Jove again . If Philip King of Spain did once call h●s Invincible , what wou'd he think of this ? Away with Xerxes Chains , fond foolerie , T' is such a Fleet as this , fetters the Sea. You wou'd have thought that the tumultuous frlsod Was not so much an Ocean , as a Wood : And that vast womb of Ships , Forest of Dean , Stub'd by the Rebels , was grown up agen . A floating Island , a Realm did surpass , Denmark and Dantzick for your choice of Masts . I 'm confident next Month we shall advance May-Poles enough to make the Dutchmen dance . Did you but see our Frigat● , you would swear , Norway had left scarce either Pitch or Tar. For Lead , you wou'd suppose here Darby was , For Iron Bilb●e and Corinth for Bra●s . And for provision , you wou'd think you were In Aegypt to behold the Corn that 's here . Brandy , although sufficient , we decline , Spirits of Men are here , give Cowa●ds wine : And say , seven Provinces united be . Each Ship of ours is a whole Colonie . And lofty Waves that as Spectators crowd , Honour'd with such a Fleet , may well be proud . Whilst both the Waters and the VVinds agree , To swell our Sailes into a Tympanie . VVhat shall we not be able then to do , That have great Caesar , and his fortunes too . And superadded to this a Cause so just , We might to providence and cockboats trust ; But blest be Heaven , we have a Royal Fleet , Will make those Picture-mongers crouch to see'c . Talk not of Tempus est , Bacon's an Ass , Our wooden Walls are stronger than his brass . Vpon one Bacon Rob'd by a Red Coat . THe time and place , hunger and hazard-set , And th'Combatants , C●lveshead & Bacon . Bacon set up his brizz●ls , one wou'd pawn , Their life at present , Bacon had been brawn , VVh●m the keen Souldier co●lard , and so home Laid at him , Bacon was all of a some ; VVho stoutly thus retorted ; be n't mistaken , To stay your stomack , Sir , know I am Bacon . Bacon was of good chear , and thought to beat him , But the rude Redcoat lookt as he wou'd eat him . And beèing stomackful , he falls aboard , In which sharp Conflict , Bacon lost his sword . About his brains he brandisht his bright slasher , The very sight of Bacon made him rasher . And at each slive , cutting at Bacon's britch , Sixteen by honours , made poor Bacon Flitch . The Son of Iron follow'd , hackt , and chopt , Bacon was fat , and in the broil he dropt . VVho now his Belly full of fighting got , Never alas , went Bacon so to Pot ! Tormented thus in his own grease , he fries Poor Bacon turning up the Eggs of 's Eyes . And , seeing that the Souldier was so teasty , Bacon repented he had been so reasty . For now he knew not what himself to do with , Bacon , alas , had ne'er a hamme to go with . The Souldier from his bones the flesh had taken , And made a very Sparrib now of Bacon . At length the Souldier having out of measure , Larded his leanness with fat Bacon's treasure , Away marcht off that Rogue of the red list , Whom , to his cost , Bacon had greaz'd i th' fist . Bacon hoy'd home too , but he cou'd not gallop , A man might see Bacon had lost a Collop . But how must Bacon now recruit this Lent ? VVhy Bacon must to Pease incontinent . To change conditions , Bacon did desire . Out of the Frying-pan , into the Fire . But it had been , had he been wise to hear ? Butter for Bacon he had ne'er been there . VVho can but pitty what the whole destroyes ? Never was Bacon slic'd so in a froise ! But e're he meet again such two-edg'd talk , Bacon swears he 'l be hang'd upon a bawlk : And that he might the powers above acquaint , Poor Bacon took him to his Gridiron-Saint : Yet when at last the matter up was taken , The Souldier got many a Pound of Bacon . Vpon the New Vizor Mask . I Have an Offering to Lucinda's Lipps , And wou'd , but cannot pay 't , for the Eclipse . That keeps off my benighted Eye , I mean , The Curtain that divides it from the Scene . Why should the fair pursue the smoke ? your brow Shews Woman is a double shadow now . The Raven 's billing with the milky Dove ; And Vulcan's kissing of the Queen of Love. The Swan has clapt her foot upon her face , Nor can I June for this Cloud embrace . Thy fair face blemisht with so foul a blot , Is like a China Dish in a black Pot. The fight portends at least a Funeral , Where beauty lies under a Velvet Pall. Here we a Deity unknown adore , And dig for Silver bury'd in its Ore , Why should'st load a fruitful face with soil ? Thy beams are brighter than to need that foil . Let Batts , and Owles beg eye-salve of the dark , I cannot see my Daphne for her bark . Say ( my Lucinda ) for what discontent , Keep thy all Rosie cheeks so strict a Lent ? Say , is thy face , which thou dost thus disguise , In mourning for the Murders of thine eyes ? If that be so ? ( sweetest ) I should be proud , To lend thee mine , as Conduits to this Cloud ? Or , if thou hadst resolv'd , not to be seen ? A frown to me had more than midnight been . Or , hadst thou envy'd me that happy sight ? Why didst not blind me with redundant light ? But , if to hide deformity ? then croud Ten thousand patches more into the cloud . A Vindication of the Vizor-Mask . THen trouble me no more , but go and ask Astronomers why Luna wears a Mask . Or , why the Stars , that of themsleves are bright ? For want of shadows , make a Mask of Light ? If , as to these , you ignorance confess , How dares your rudeness then attach my dress ? Whose Subterfuge , I take but in Extreams , Of the Face-sullying foggs , and sultry beams . In softest skins my tender hands I case , And wou'd you have me weather-beat my face ? But hold ; the fashion moves you , it appears , 'Cause it wants tape to tack it to my eares . Or cause it wants , and that 's the cause I doubt , My Grandum's Chin-cloth here , to eke it out . No , I shall put my Mask on here , and save My Mufler for my portage to my Grave . A suitable , though subtle field 's my Vaile , Richer by far than yours , parte per pale . You say it covers both , my Cheeks and Chin , And tell me , pray Sir , are not they a kin ? But here 's the matter makes my Mask unmeet , It hides my face , 't is like when you wou'd se●t . If so ? I am , and with a just Excuse , In pitty to your weakness , a Recluse . For fearing a Surprize , my Face I hid , Lest I should tempt you with the fruit forbid . You say you know me not , what then ? the Tree Of Knowledg has a Root of Miserie . You tell us thousand stories in your Books , That Women wound ye with their very looks . Mine may be ponyards for ought you e're saw . And are you angry that I do not draw ? Mischiefs have Dragons Eyes , be wise , and keep Pandora's Box shut , and let Lions sleep . Be n't so fool-hardy , and so fond of death , To dare out Steel , that slumbers in its sheath : Consider but , it is as safe to stare , Upon a Basilisk , as her that 's fair , And have no hope ; if she be otherwise ? Her Mask is then a mercy to thine Eyes . Say I am to a state of Marriage come , Do I not well to keep my Face at home ? Or , if unmarry'd ; tell me why I should , Keep open shop , where nothing's to be sold ; Given , or parted with ; but say there were ; Believe it , 't is but to one Customer ? And to direct him to this heart of mine , I need not set my Face out for a sign . Thus Maid or marry'd fair , foul , what you will , The Vizor-Mask carries a favour still . To One that told Me , He had Three Heads . THree heads ( dear Will. ) you run too much a Head. If Cerberus you were ; you had well se'd . A Serpent , which we Amphisbena call , Report allows two heads , but that is all ; VVith this they say that she does forward go , And with that , backward ; sure you do not so . Janus , I must confess two Faces had , Yet to two faces , he had but one Head. But you have three , or else you tell a lie , Do they like Hydra's heads pray multiply ? Come rant no more at such unlikely strains ; One head enuff is ( Will. ) to hold your brains . Vpon a Hosier that carry'd His Wife to give Her a Lobster , and lockt Her up in an Apothecarie's House , pretending her mad , where She was kept Fourteen Days with Bread and Water . WAs this the Lobster that you meant her pray ? Well , I commend ye , you did claw'r away . You Lady , and the Lobster's Lady met , But there was too much vinegar at the Treat . Yet by your binding to the good behaviour , 'T was not a Lobster , but a Crab you gave her . Was this to give your Wife a chearly dose , To carry her abroad to keep her close ? Whom heaven made one , thus to divide , you are Worse than two Stockins , for they make a paire . Was this the way think you to tame a shrow ? Beshrow my heart , I cannot think it so . No , no ; it was in such a treacherous case , The way to fit a VVoman for the Place . And , if she still her wonted troth retain ? She 's mad indeed , then , send her back again . Would you your wife , alive , thus bury'd have ▪ 'Cause Jealousie is cruel as the Grave . Sure , having been so long your wife , it might Have quencht that brand , and others appetite . Come , come , I doubt , you thus made sure of her , To make your self more safe Adulterer . But for the ' Pothecary , may it be said , A fool for once in his own Mortar braid . And may the Man that wou'd so fain have had His Wi●e distracted , be Himself Horn-mad . Cornu petit ille Caveto . Pallor in ore Sedet . HEr piteous looks may happly move Compassion in Me , never Love. Shall I'bow down , or kneel to that , Which seems to me inanimate . So while I to my sute addict her , I pray with Papists to a Picture ; Do ye not see how meager death , Seems through her Organs to steal breath ? As Succubus had from the dust , Reard her to gratify his Lust. Tell me pale Phebe , do'nt you climb Old walls to banquet on the Lyme . I know you love such Festivals , Your white-washt cheeks resemble walls . Say Mother piteous , do you not For Oatmeal , rob the Porridg-pot ? Run you not into private holes , To break your Fast with Salf , and Coals ? I might a thousand knacks repeat , What could I name , but you would eat ? In shame whereof , your blood refrains Your Cheeks , and lurks within your veines . Until it be Subpaena'd thence , By your flagitious Conscience . Nor are you Lilly like , but sallow , And sappy-countenanc'd , like tallow . For when your dripping Nose you handle , You seem to me to snuff a Candle . And they that keep you reap disgrace , Whilst Men read Famine on your Face . Nature 's besieg'd , and all her pores Obstructed , block up her recourse , Nor can she such improvement feel , In Allome Posset , or crude steel . To whom , alas , there 's nothing can Be so Effectual , as Man. VVhat need we then care for such Wives ? That marry but to save their Lives . He must as much , that weddeth thee , Thy Doctor , as thy Husband be . No , I 'le to Tavern , where being come , ● The first Attendant shews a Room . The next presents a glancing Lass , Like Venus in a Venice - Glass . VVith that I knock , and as some sprite , I conjure up pure Red , and White . My Circle's a round Table ; And , In midst thereof does Hymen stand , VVith a light Tapour , when I call , To Celebrate my Nuptiall . Here do I a French Madam place , And there a sweet-lipt Spainish Lass. Here all in white a Lady dances , And there in Red another glances . And , least mine Eye want fresh delight , Here sets Claretta , Red , and VVhite . Nor do I Complement I tro ' , But tell 'um plain , 't is so , and so . They struggle not , nor are they Coy ; But , I may what I will enjoy : No there 's no Coile made for a kiss , Though melting , melting , melting Bliss . No shifting from the friendly Cup , But I may freely all take up . And in each face , if I so please ? I 'le court mine own Effigies . Who would not then on this Stage act Narcissus , Where lively Lips so sweetly say come kiss us . Vpon One pretending to Treat His Wife with a Lobster , and putting of her in Lobspound . [ 1 ] NEws ( Sirs ) News from near the Exchange , News indeed , and wonderous strange , And what makes me the bolder . It is a story of an Ass , When Oliver took Horseback , was His Stirrop-holder . [ 2 ] His Wife , whom he suspected Light , He to a Lobster did invite , But she found no such matter : For , when unto the Place she came , To treat Her Palate with the same , Deile a bit , but Bread and Water . [ 3 ] Unto an Apothecary , Did the Hosier his Wife carry , Stocke with neither groat , nor teaster : Where a Fortnights famishment , She found , and a lean-jaw'd Lent , When she lookt for full-mouth'd Easter . [ 4 ] Thus this woful , wicked Scab , For a Lobster , gave a Crab , A Crab that did so claw Her ; Her Husband did it for the nonce , And tore the Flesh so from her bones , He scarce cou'd know her , when he saw her . [ 5 ] Did ever ' Pothecary think , To Cure her with such Diet-drink ? A cruel , curs'd Cromw●llian ! Though he false Knave , was in the Plot , Alas good Woman , she was not , Nor in the least Rebellion . [ 6 ] What pitty is it then , that she Should suffer for his Jealousie ; Whom she had never injur'd : Because he at Bull-feather Fair , Had met a parcel of such Ware , Such Bread , was too much ginger'd . [ 7 ] Is this the way to tame a shrow ? Believe me , I can't think it so . No wanton , nor no gadder ; This was a course so curs'd , so sad ; That , if indeed she had been mad ? It must have made her madder . [ 8 ] Was this the way he did intend , The manners of his Wife to mend ? I like not such forecasting : For I am almost of the mind , That he th● roguery design'd , To find her fresh and fasting . [ 9 ] Might I now but have my will , I wou'd throw away my Quill , And equal to his merit : I wou'd to a Conduit bring . This crackt , and cra●● , horn-mad thing , And souce Him for a spirit . [ 10 ] But He 's such a knave in grain , Water wou'd be spent in vain . No , no , he has a debtor ; That is an offended Wife , Will requite him to the life ; And who can do it better ? SONG . [ 1 ] NOw since we are met , And a round , a round set , Fresh Joyes to beget ; Come , bless my right hand with a Bowl , A health to the King , And him that will bring , The like Offering , 'T is he , 't is he is an honest Soul. [ 2 ] No Coffee we use , Our selves to abuse , With plotting false Newes , Then fill up my Glass to the brim : In duty , and kindness , All health to his Highness , And to his Foes , Finis : Till my Tongue like his Squadrons swim . [ 3 ] Now in the Seas bottome , Let the Dutch besot 'um , Till we have forgot 'um , And tumble and toss to and fro : Like Victors I think , Now our Pockets chink , 'T is just that we drink , Since the Dutch are dead-drunk below . A Contest at the Hoop-Tavern between two Lawyers . TWo Lawyers had of late a Tavern-Jar● , And as 't was made , 't was try'd at Bacchus Bar ; The jury , Pints , and Quarts , and Pottles were , Each of a quick and understanding Eare , Brought in their Verd●ct , which no sooner pass'd , But that the Lawyers they themselves did cast . Sir Bard●ux Claret , White , Signiour Canary , Sir Reynold ●●h●nish , with a Certiorary , Whipt up my Youths , ( & they ye know were able ) This into th' Chimny , that beneath the Table , Where They lay both , instead of a demur , So foxt , that neither , in the case , could stir , They might have else a Writ of Error got , But , O the Error of the Pottle-pot I Both over-thrown , and on their backs now laid , Let the Sute fall , and their own charges paid . And thus , though Westminster make Clients stoop , The Lawyers Case was alter'd at the Hoop . An ELEGY upon Mrs. R. H. who dyed for Love of a piteous perfideous Presbyterian . UNhappy Maid ! in this yet , ever blest , Paid Love , and Nature , Debt , and Interest . This happens not to common Souls , none save The Noble-minded , love deep as the Grave . Disdain did smother what she e●se had spoke , And to prevent complaint her heart-strings broke ; Tamely submitting to her stubborn fate , Lest Love abus'd should end in equal hate . In this her Destiny seem'd kind , and witty , Since he could slight his faith , to scorn his pitty ▪ Love , lovely Maid , like Lightning came to thee , Dissolv'd the Steel , and set the Scabbard free , Base minds had never understood his quirks , Or Objects capable his Magick works . Her passion she did in her bosome choak , The flame was so all-pure , there was no smoak : Her looks she did to her concerns estrange , As her outside were ignorant of her change . For as those Apples , which we Sodom call , She flourisht in the instant of her fall . But , that the Object of her love was such , So incorsiderable , troubled me much I ! To rob her of her self , and honour too , What is 't a Presbyterian will not do ! Yet do not pitty her , though she be dead , A Grave a safer , than a Traytor 's Bed. A miscreant , at Ends so base did drive , Wou'd not permit her very Name survive . Go , go , perfideous wretch , thy fate abide , Fate that will find thee double hom●cide , Yet , if thou canst : ( I doubt it though ) farewell , But Conscience is a Prologue to thy Hell. Whilst lovely Rachel has shakt off this life , To be more happy , than to be a Wife . Since men turn women , and inconstant prove , More welcome Death , than either life , or love . Be this recorded for all dainty Dames . Here lies a Maid martyr'd in her own flames . A. B. To an Old Woman was afraid He would steal her Daughter , who was ugly , and crooked as a Sythe , and Light withall . STeal , didst thou think ? and such a one as she ? I 'd hang my self then for such felonie : My breeding makes me civil , even to them , Whom piety commands me not contemn ; But to make serious love to such a one , Pigmaleon like , l'd sooner court a Stone Preterimperfect piece , who wou'd come nigh her ? Warpt a to side with her own hot desire . Such a misshap't , such a ship timber'd quean , An ill-grown crotch , of the Forest of Dean . A bunch-backt Camel , or a ragged Staff , An object cou'd not make me love , but laugh ? She 's Nature's Paradox , Form's hypocrite , For she too crooked is , and yet too right . I 'm not for Dolphin stamp , nor will I be Put off with such a Four-pence hal'pennie : No , ( Debora ) thou Daughter of old Al'ce , I love not high and low , a wench of Wales . The second off-spring of the curled Ocean , Whose Body shows its bendy-wavy motion . Sure Nat re thee did for some Pedlar make , And gave thee this thy Budget at thy back . Deb : thy affection on some other hurle , I am not bent to wed a crooked Girle . But , if against my will , thou wilt be mine ? We 'l wed at Bow , and at the Dolphin Dine . Of this , be sure I shall have scold enuff ; For , though she hold her tongue , her back will huff . An ELEGY some Years after the Death of his honoured Couzen Mr. R. Cooke . BUt now , to pump our Posthume Elegies ? Fye , fye ; we but blaspheme his Obsequies . No more , my Muse , for if our noise increase , His very dust will bind us to the peace : Wouldst thou revive his happy Memory ? And make Immortal that which cannot dye ? No , no , Vrania ; there remains no more , But to Excuse what we did not before . Let what is truth , give us this just relief ; We could not write at present for our grief . Our sighs were deeper than his dusty Bed , And Fancy from the Face of sorrow fled . Whilst every heart so sunck beneath its moan , It might , for heaviness have been his Stone . Nay now , even now , after so many years , I drown my Eyes and Paper with my tears . Of which , a Floud has blinded me so sore , As his , though cold , and cloz'd , can be no more . Sleep on dear Dust , although with Head full low , Our Friend h 'as paid that Debt to Nature now : That You , and I , and all Men living owe. The Woman's Warre ; Or , the Dutch beat to Dirt by the Frowes . BUt are the Hogan Mogan grown so tame , The Belgick Lyon made the Womans game ? Shall thus the froward Frowes with Basting ladle , Unstate the States out of the stately Sadle ? Are they so chidish grown ? so dead i' th Nest , They must again by Women be undrest ? To what a daring height will that Sex grow , If Lords , like Infants , must be swaddel'd so ? What , is the Stathouse then turn'd School ? that they Must have School-mistresses their Points untie . Are these the Chair-women to sweep the Rome ? I fear me , they have swept it with Trump's broom . Who would a Sweeper of the Sea have bin , But Reformation they at home begin ; For these Virago's having other Ends , Did their own Stathouse first or Cobwebs cleanse . Frowes , that in private House no dirt endure , Will not allow it in the Publick sure . Who then knows whether the Precedencie , Belongs to valour , or good huswiferie ! The word quoth Frow , and then she beards the Lord ▪ Strange Army sure , where Women ask the word ! The word , the Souldiers guard , to Women give ! Nay , then trust Aqua Vitae in a Sive . They ask the word ? I wou'd have given 'um none : Women will give a hundred words for one : I should have thought , soon as they were so bold , To ask the word , they meant forth-with to scold . Give 'um the word ; Give 'um the Breeches too : Custome has taugh ▪ the Sex first give it you . Come , come , the Proverb our belief does wrong , Woman has other weapons than her tongu● , Doubtless their duty they do much neglect , Where Men do ill , and women must correct . If Husbands thus be under hatches pent ? Next News will be a Woman Parliament . Where all for order-sake must out of course , Bells ring the Ropes , and the Cart draw the Horse . What then ? you must a second Chaos see , Of all things in the Female Anarchie . The servile Sex the nobler will decrest ; And turn Low-Country Amazons at least . Where Hercules himself must once again , Lay by his Club , and with his Distaff spin . What is 't the Dutch must not of out-rage feel , When Holland Gorgets are turn'd into steel . What can expected be , where Females sway , Where they have sworn , and ought too , to obey Men , that should be the head , must be the taile , When Petticoats put on the Coat of Male. If thus the Ladies lead the Lords a dance , No Saladine must any shirt advance . The Hogan Frowes would now , ( O pretty sport ) Because they kept the Shop well , keep the Court. The English Dames that once subdu'd the Danes , With honour were rewarded for their pains : Whereat the Frowes to make their glory such , Wou'd Dane their Lords , and do for them as much . Wou'd these be thought the Soveraigns of the Seas Lords , thus Bear-garden'd with Mal-Cut-purses ? If Women thus break the Republick pate ? Faith , we must have a Riding for the State. Mart. Ep. Haec jam foeminea vidimus act a mann . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A61486-e760 Bury'd on a Hill in the cloyster yard , where he slept , & sund himself with his Head upon a Stone . B02789 ---- Prologue to the King and Queen at the opening of their theatre. Spoken by Mr. Batterton ; written by Mr. Dryden. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1683 Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B02789 Wing D2339A ESTC R175989 53981507 ocm 53981507 180206 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02789) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 180206) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2820:12) Prologue to the King and Queen at the opening of their theatre. Spoken by Mr. Batterton ; written by Mr. Dryden. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1683] In verse. Caption title. Imprint suggested by Wing. Printed in two columns. Includes "Epilogue." Imperfect: creased, stained with slight loss of text. 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Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. 2008-05 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Megan Marion Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Megan Marion Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion PROLOGUE TO THE KING AND QUEEN , At the Opening of their THEATRE . Spoken by Mr. Batterton : Written by Mr. Dryden . Since Faction ebbs , and Rogues grow out of Fashion , Their penny-Scribes take care t' inform the Nation , How well men thrive in this or that Plantation . How Pensilvania's Air agrees with Quakers , And Carolina's with Associators : Both e'en too good for Madmen and for Traitors . Truth is , our Land with Saints is so run o'er , And every Age produces such a store , That now there 's need of two New-Englands more . What 's this , you 'll say , to Us and our Vocation ? Onely thus much , that we have left our Station , And made this Theatre our new Plantation . The Factious Natives never could agree ; But aiming , as they call'd it , to be Free , Those Play-house Whiggs ●et up for Property . Some say they no Obedience paid of late ; But wou'd new Fears and Jealousies create ; Till topsi-turvy they had turn'd the State. Plain Sense , without the Tallent of Foretelling , Might guess 't wou'd end in down-right knocks and quelling : For seldome comes there better of Rebelling . When Men will , needlesly , their Freedom barter For Lawless Pow'r , sometimes they catch a Tartar : ( There 's a damn'd word that rhimes to this call'd Charter . ) But , since the Victory with Us remains , You shall be call'd to Twelve in all our Gains : ( If you 'll not think us sawcy for our pains . ) Old Men shall have good old Plays to delight 'em : And you fair Ladies and Gallants that slight 'em , We 'll treat with good new Plays ; if our new Wits can writ'em . We 'll take no blundring Verse , no fustian Tumour , No dribling Love , from this or that Presumer : No dull fat Fool shamm'd on the Stage for humour . For , faith , some of 'em such vile stuff have made , As none but Fools or Fairies ever Play'd ; But 't was , as Shopmen say , to force a Trade . We 've giv'n you Tragedies , all Sense defying : And singing men , in wofull Metre dying ; This 't is when heavy Lubbers will be flying . All these disasters we well hope to weather ; We bring you none of our old Lumber hether : Whigg Poets and Whigg Sheriffs may hang together . EPILOGUE . NEW Ministers , when first they get in ●●●ce , Must have a care to Please ; and that 's our Case : Some Laws for publick Welfare we ●esign , If You , the Power supreme will please to joyn : There are a sort of Pratlers in the Pit , Who either have , or who pretend to Wit : These noisie Sirs so loud their parts rehearse , That oft the Play is silenc'd by the Farce : Let such be dumb , this Penal●●● to shun , Each to be thought my Lady 〈…〉 est Son. But stay , methinks some Viz 〈…〉 Masque I see , Cast out her Lure from the mi 〈…〉 llery : About her all the flutt'ring Sparks ●●e rang'd ; The Noise continues though the Scene is chang'd : Now growling , sputtring , wauling , such a clutter , Fine Love no doubt , but e'er two days are o'er ye , The Surgeon will be told a wofull story . Let Vizard Masque her naked Face expose , On pain of being thought to want a Nose : Then for your Laqueys , and your Train beside , ( By what e'er Name or Title dignify'd ) They roar so loud , you 'd think behind the Stairs Tom Dove , and all the Brotherhood of Bears : They 're grown a Nuisance , beyond all Disasters , We 've none so great but their unpaying Masters . We beg you , Sirs , to beg your Men , that they Wou'd please to give you leave to hear the Play. Next , in the Play-house spare your precious Lives ; Think , like good Christians , on your Bearns and Wives : Think on your Souls ; but by your lugging forth , It seems you know how little they are Worth : If none of these will move the Warlike Mind , Think on the helpless Whoore you leave behind ! We beg you last , our Scene-room to forbear , And leave our Goods and Chattels to our Care : Alas , our Women are but washy Toys , And wholly taken up in Stage employs : Poor willing Tits they are : but yet I doubt This double Duty soon will wear 'em out . Then you are watcht besides , with jealous care ; What if my Lady's Page should find you there ? My Lady knows t' a tittle what there 's in ye ; No passing your guilt Shilling for a Guiney . Thus , Gentlemen , we have summ'd up in short , Our Grievances , from Country , Town and Court ; Which humbly we submit to your good pleasure ; But first vote Money , then Redress at leasure . FINIS . B06413 ---- In the praise of typography F. V. (Francis Vaux) This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06413 of text R185933 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V165A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 1 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B06413 Wing V165A ESTC R185933 52529348 ocm 52529348 179192 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06413) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179192) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2779:27) In the praise of typography F. V. (Francis Vaux) 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [Oxford : 1658?] In verse. Caption title. Imprint suggested by Wing. Signed at end: F. Vaux. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Printing -- Poetry. English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. B06413 R185933 (Wing V165A). civilwar no In the praise of typography. F. V 1658 91 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 John Pas Sampled and proofread 2008-04 John Pas Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion In the praise of Typography BLush not to see a Virgin press'd Arts fairest Hand-Maid , though she 's dress'd In Sable and in Argent , for Her Coat is Nobler than of Or : Black makes her Beauty spots , and White Concenters to compleat Delight : Yet know unto her Dowry 's due Something for the Interview : And if your Liberall looks commend Her feature , she 'l remain Your Freind , Not unto Death , for know that She Can give you Immortality . Fo Vaux . B06418 ---- Verses, lately vvritten by Thomas Earle of Straford [sic]. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06418 of text R187189 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V258B). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B06418 Wing V258B ESTC R187189 52529349 ocm 52529349 179195 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06418) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179195) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2779:30) Verses, lately vvritten by Thomas Earle of Straford [sic]. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n.], [London : Printed in the yeare 1641. Caption title. Place of publication from Wing. Nine verses in two columns. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. B06418 R187189 (Wing V258B). civilwar no Verses, lately vvritten by . . . Strafford [no entry] 1641 433 4 0 0 0 0 0 92 D The rate of 92 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 John Pas Sampled and proofread 2008-04 John Pas Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion VERSES , Lately VVritten by THOMAS Earle of STRAFORD . ( I. ) GO , Empty Ioyes , With all your noyse , And leave me here alone , In sweete sad silence to bemone Your vaine and fleete delight , Whose danger none can see aright , Whilest your false splendor dimmes his sight . ( II. ) Goe and insnare With your false ware , Some other easie Wight , And cheate him with your flattering Light : Raine on his head a shower Of Honours , favor , wealth , and power ; Then snatch it from him in an houre . ( III. ) Till his big minde With gallant winde Of Insolent applause : Let him not feare all-curbing Lawes , Nor King nor Peoples frowne ; But dreame of somthing like a Crowne ; And climing towards it , tumble downe . ( IV. ) Let him appeare In his bright Sphere , Like Scynthia in her pride , With star-like troups on every side ; Such for their number and their light , As may at last orewhelme him quite , And blend us both in one dead night . ( V. ) Welcome sad Night , Griefes sole delight , Your mourning best agrees With Honours funerall Obscquies . In Theis lap he lies , Mantled with soft securities , Whose too much Sun-shine blinds his eyes . ( VI . ) Was he too bold , That needs would hold With curbing raines , the day , And make Sols fiery Steeds obay ? Then sure as rush was I , Who with ambitious wings did fly In Charles his Wai● too loftily . ( VII . ) I fall , I fall , Whome shall I call ? Alas , can 〈◊〉 heard , Who 〈◊〉 is nither lov'd nor fear'd . You , who were wont to kisse the ●round , Where e're my honor'd step 〈◊〉 found , Come catch me at my last rebound . ( VIII . ) How each admires Heav'ns twinklng fires , When from their glarous seate Their influence gives life and heate . But O! how few there ar ' , ( Though danger from that act be far ) Will stoop and catch a falling starr . ( IX . ) Now 't is to late To imitate Those L●htes , whose palliednesse Argues no 〈◊〉 guillinesse : That course 〈…〉 is bent . The 〈◊〉 is there 's no 〈◊〉 In Heavens high Court of Parliament . Printed in the yeare 1641. B06597 ---- Doctor Cooper at work upon Dauncey's bones: and Cook licking his fingers after his dose and pill. Wildoe, Nathaniel. 1661 Approx. 10 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B06597 Wing W2173B Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[383] 99887010 ocm99887010 181704 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06597) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181704) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[386]) Doctor Cooper at work upon Dauncey's bones: and Cook licking his fingers after his dose and pill. Wildoe, Nathaniel. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for the author, London, : 1661. Signed: By Nat. Wildoe. Verse: "O for the Doctor's lines, or Cleveland's, Dauncey ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. EEBO-TCP is a partnership between the Universities of Michigan and Oxford and the publisher ProQuest to create accurately transcribed and encoded texts based on the image sets published by ProQuest via their Early English Books Online (EEBO) database (http://eebo.chadwyck.com). The general aim of EEBO-TCP is to encode one copy (usually the first edition) of every monographic English-language title published between 1473 and 1700 available in EEBO. EEBO-TCP aimed to produce large quantities of textual data within the usual project restraints of time and funding, and therefore chose to create diplomatic transcriptions (as opposed to critical editions) with light-touch, mainly structural encoding based on the Text Encoding Initiative (http://www.tei-c.org). The EEBO-TCP project was divided into two phases. The 25,363 texts created during Phase 1 of the project have been released into the public domain as of 1 January 2015. Anyone can now take and use these texts for their own purposes, but we respectfully request that due credit and attribution is given to their original source. Users should be aware of the process of creating the TCP texts, and therefore of any assumptions that can be made about the data. Text selection was based on the New Cambridge Bibliography of English Literature (NCBEL). If an author (or for an anonymous work, the title) appears in NCBEL, then their works are eligible for inclusion. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Early works to 1800. 2008-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Elspeth Healey Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Elspeth Healey Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Doctor COOPER at Work Upon DAUNCEY'S Bones : AND COOK licking his FINGERS After his Dose and Pill . O For the Doctor 's lines , or Cleveland's , Dauncey To truss thee in , how bravely would I haunse thee , Then like a Jack o' Lent the first of March , In Cuerpo thou should'st hang under some Arch , There to be play'd on by the wind , and noise Of Fish-wives , Orange-wenches , and the Boyes . Was 't not enough the brethren felt his whip So smart and keen , but he must make thee skip Thou Jackanapes ? think'st thou , thou piteous elf , To draw his anger on thy single self , And rescue so a number ? foul-mouth no , You are beneath him , hee 's more worth than so . Lord , what a holy thing is want of clothes . How it keeps Balladers from drink and oaths ! When there 's no more to pawn , an oath were vain , Your words will go as far in Chart'r ' ouse lane . Thou seem'st boy to have taken his advice And gone to school agen , and thou art wise In doing so , thou may'st be of his stables , Th' art at the Dunghill now in AEsop's Fables . Your mine 's Hell deep , we give a guesse what 's in 't , Poets w' are sure send nothing to the mint . W' are pleas'd to see you wince , y 'ave a gauld hide , Your own breath stinks when 't is to you apply'd . If your own words refounded be accurst , Your meaning was not wholsome at the first . Mark how this saucy Rascal 'gins his prate , As though the Doctour were an advocate OF foul debauchery : when in no mans hearing He ever spoke of drunkennesse or swearing ; Nor thinks there can be such a sin in fashion I' th Clergy , 'ts hatch'd in your Imagination : There 't is ye slanderous villains that ye frame An odious abuse , and then declame . So I have seen a Coward draw his sword Against a Post , and every blow a word ; Now if thou wer 't a man , I 'de have thee here , And then again he cryes I 'de have thee there . Bring forth your swearers , and your drunkards too , Or on my word this Knight o' th post are you . I a've a Physician that without perhaps Shall cure your mouth secure of after claps . Down o' your knees , thank God , and thank me too , 'T is well , 't is well , now Gallows claim thy due ; And when the Surgeons chest has brought you sir Back from that tree , into their Theatre , The Doctor for a Lecture shall not stick , To send your bones unto the Devil to pick. You might have seen , had you been so inclin'd , ( But as the saying is , hasty Currs are blind ) The Doctor knew your Asse's meaning sir , And needs not you for an Interpreter . We like no coxeing friend , nor ever will , Joab and Judas both did kisse and kill . Had Griffin bray'd against a man or two , Or on a County where such things they do , His Libel might have gone untax'd : but now To write at randome thus , and to allow A roving Kite with full spread wings to fly Over the Nation , carrying infamy Thus undetermin'd ; Dauncey 't is too much , Ill minds conclude the Clergy all are such . This mischief he has done , and as we mention , We had but 's own word for his good intention . This has your pious soul done , that can't drink Yon say , but shall I tell you what I think ? What I have heard ? Danncey I will take leave , For all your affidavit , t'undeceive My silly Countrymen , who live in doubt Some Minister of worth set this Cry out ; Whose spirit bleeds within him for the sin That yet the people , and the Clergy's in . But come chear up my hearts , 't is no such matter , This fellow in Divinity does but smatter , Hangs on the Presse , and as his learning 's small , His pay's ten groats a ballad , and some Ale : Which not one Stationer alone does pay for But all the Crowd , which he goes first to stay for ; The Common spunge , a fellow of no reck'ning , Shall follow you to an Alehouse but for beck'ning . And be brought out agen perhaps . But How ! What do I see , Dauncey , the grizly brow Of Goblin Truth , Fathers in Truth , the thing Undid the Church , and cut the throat o' th King ? Choak us no more you R — with your minc'd meat , Fathers , feed's at discretion , we will eat , I and give thanks too for your institution , And call you fathers without diminution , Conservers of Gods Oracles , bring these fellows Truth to confesse , where they should do 't to 'th Gallows . And mark it Dauncey , see how thou art catch'd , As if thine own lye to betray th'adst watch'd ; When with comparison thou would'st up-cry The faith of Griffin , As hath no reply . But Mr. Dauncey , now y 'ave shew'd your lack Of wit and art , let me again go back , And view the subject of your declamation Not against things , but vices O this Nation . Are vices nothing ? and 's all this ado Made about nothing , by you Puppies two . Now you begin to belch up your disgrace , And spit foul Language in the Doctor 's face ; VVhat are you proud of , that you thus be-Asse us , And knave us bluntly , is 't Land in Parnassus ? Who would not swear you 'r drunk ? it is no ruth To conscience for a man to swear the Truth . Would'st thou know what thou art ? thou canst not miss't , In the first Chapter of the Alchymist , Where Sub●l , Doll , and Face do seem to me Rayling , to conjure for a name for thee . There read thy self , th' are thine all , and if 't be Thy chance to scape a sadder destiny , VVhen with the Stationers thou hast suck'd so long Scot-free of Ale , as t'other has , whose tongue Thou now defendest , mayst thou by good prayers Rise by degrees , from Link-boy , to the Players ; To be their book-keeper , and then grown bold , Upon thy parts , when thou art blind and old , Presume to write a play in thy last age , And have it basely hiss'd off o' the stage , For which thy heart must break , if it break not This minute , for thus having play'd the Sot. We are ingenuous , and do not deride Your poverty , you Knaves , no , but your pride ; And cannot choose but laugh , to see the Saints Have drunken Atheists to defend their plaints . So exit Dauncey . — Now comes Cook in fury , Lick-spit o' th Law : speak sirrah to the Jury , There you may find a dozen of the name You give the Doctor , ( Caterpillar of fame : ) Beat me this Buckram Rogue , Falstaffe , to seven . Nay if thou wilt , beat him into eleven , And if they have no better manners then , Send them to me , I 'le beat them all agen . Knaves that do nought but quirk upon his Calling , And quit their cause ; 't is time the Asse left bawling . Martial . Ep. Dic tandem aliquid de tribus Capellis . I Thought I 'ad finish'd William now , but hark , I 'ave commendations to thee from the Clark , Fogg in Rye dough , thou image of a Lawyer , Fitter to make a Carman , or a Sawyer , Much more then ord'nary appears in you . Plead you for Asses , and are Asses too ? Must Readers preach ; has the Church no degrees , Nor order ? Scribes go take the Lawyers fees . Hell's where confusion is , and rotten speech , The Lawyer took's own pill , and spoke at 's breech . The journey-pew supplyes his need , as 't is , Pray , get your Asse a pulpit to serve his . He will not be the first Asse that e're spoke Out of one , and got by 't a suit and cloak . I wish thy libel might have pleas'd where 't came , And that thou'dst had a more auspicious name At Westminster Hall Gate , hee 'l see that looks , VVhat 's to be thought of disaffected Cooks . God blesse King Charles , so that he ne'er agen Be troubled with such Rogues , speak Clark , Amen . Now stroake the Doctor 's beard , ye Libel flingers ; And if ye foule your hands , Cooke lick your fingers . By Nat. Wildoe . LONDON , Printed for the Author , 1661. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. Anti-Catholicism -- England -- Poetry. 2002-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-05 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-06 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2002-10 Aptara Rekeyed and resubmitted 2002-11 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2002-11 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ROME RHYM'D TO DEATH . Being a Collection OF CHOICE POEMS : In two parts . Written by the E. of R. Dr. Wild , and others of the best Modern Wits . LONDON , Printed for Iohn How , at the Seven Stars , at the South-West corner of the Royal Exchange , in Cornhill . 1683. ROME RHYM'D to DEATH ROME Rhym'd to Death , &c. An Exclamation against POPERY : By Dr. WILD . PLot on proud Rome ! and lay thy damn'd Design As low as Hell , we 'll find a Countermine : Wrack thy curst Parts ! and when thy utmost Skill Has prov'd unable to effect thy Will ; Call thy black Emissaries , let 'em go To summon Traytors from the Shades below , Where Infant Treason dates its Monstrous Birth ; Is nurst with Care , and after sent on Earth : To some curst Monks , or wandring Iesuits Cell ; Where it thrives faster than it did in Hell ! Call bloody Brutus up , Lean Cassius too ; Let Faux and Catesby both , be of the Crew ! — Nay , rather than want Help , let your BVLLS run , And Damn the Devil , if he do not come ! Yet after all your Plots , and Hatchings , we ( So long as CHARLES and 's Senators agree ) Will warm our Hands at Bone-fires , Bells shall Ring ; And Traytor 's Knells no longer Toll , but Sing . We doubt not Rome , but Maugre all thy Skill , The Glorious GOD of our Religion will , In spite of all thy Art , preserve It still ! And his peculiar Care of It to shew , Defend in Health , It s Great DEFENDER too ! I' th' Interim , Do thou new Crimes invent , And we 'll Contrive as subtil Punishment . 'T is Autumn now with us ; and every Tree , Instead of Fruit , may bend with Popery . ` T would be a Novel , tho no hated Sight , If every Bough should bear a Iesuite ! We 'll meet your Plots with Pikes , Daggers , with Swords ; And stead of long Cravats , we 'll lend you Cords . Each Stab in Private , we 'll with Use return : And whilst one Hangs , the other he shall Burn ; Till Tybourn's long-impoverish'd Squire appear , Gay as the Idol , fills the Porph'ry Chair . Yes , Mighty CHARLES at thy Command we 'll run Through Seas of Rebels Blood , to save thy Crown . Our Wives , Estates , and Children too , shall be But Whetstones to our Swords , when drawn for thee . We 'll Hack , and Slash , and Shoot , till Rome Condoles ; And Hell it self is cloy'd with Traytors Souls : 'Till Godfrey's wronged Ghost ( which still does call For Shoals of Rebels to attend his Fall ; ) Cries out , Dear Protestants , no more pursue Their Guilty Blood , my Manes have their Due ! This , Mighty Monarch ! at thy Beck or Nod , Shall be effected , as Thou wer 't a God ; With so much Readiness , thy Royal Tongue Shall hardly Speak , c're we revenge the Wrong On thy curst Enemies ; who whilst they state Thy Death , shall feel themselves th' intended Fate ; And by a quick Reverse , be forc'd to try The Dire Effects of their own Treachery . Poor Scarlet Harlot , couldst thou stand in want Of a Genteel , and Generous Gallant , Whose Noble Soul to Baseness could not yield ; But wou'd ha●e try'd thy Int'rest in the Field , We had not thus thy Policies condemn'd ; But thought Thee worthy of a Foe , or Friend : Both which , with equal Estimate thou l't find , Were always valu'd by an English Mind . But Thou of late , so Treacherous do'st grow , That we should blush , to own thee either now . Base , and Perfidious too , thou do'st appear ; Sland'rest a Pope , and spoyl'st an Emperor . What! is the Eagle from the Mitre flown ? Is there of Caesar nothing left in Rome ? Must that Renowned City , here-to-fore Fam'd for her Vertues , well as for her Pow'r ; Instead of Consuls , Vagabonds employ ? And suborn Felons , MONARCHS to destroy ? Bribe Men ( thro' Want made boldly Desperate ) To Fire-ball Cities , to their Grov'ling Fate ; Whilst Hellish-Iesuits Porters Garbs profane ; Assist the Fire , and Bless the growing Flame ! Must Rome's Great Pope , whose Piety should run As an Example , thro' all Christendom ; Whose Signal Vertues , Arguments should be Of his Admir'd Infallability ? Does he hire Ruffains , Iustices to Kill ; And send the Murd'res Pardons at his Will ? Bids them in Hereticks Blood their hands embrue ; Tells them withal 't is Meritorious too ! — If this thy Practice be , false Rome Fare-well ! — Go , Teach thy Doctrine to the Damn'd in Hell ! Where , by Black Lucifer's Destructive Pride , Thou may'st in part thy future Fate decide : Whil'st from our City we thy Imps remove , To shake their Heels in some cold Field or Grove . Since both by Ours , and all Mens just Esteem . They 're fitter to Converse with Beasts than Men. A New Song on the Hellish Popish Plot ; Sung by BELZEBUB , at a Merry-meeting of the Devils . I. COme Brother Devils , with full Bowls Let us refresh our thirsty Souls . If there be joy in Heaven when men repent ; Why should not we As merry be , When thousands to our Regions are sent . II. And first let 's give unto Christ's Vicar The Supremacy o' th' Liquor . We 'l drink his health , and may his Kingdoms grow ; The farther he Extends his See , The larger our Dominions are below . III. Of Heaven and Hell Popes have the Keys , And damn or save whom e'r they please : 'T is sign they are our friends , if this be true ; They send to th' Skies Their Enemie , And let in here only their Popish crue . IV. Next to our Friends the Priests of Mass , A Bumper round about shall pass . As many Proselyte● to Hell they win , As we trepan In tempting Man. By helping to Indulgencies for sin . V. Before the day of doom , 't is said , We Devils must be bound and laid : But if the Popish-Priests on earth may dwell , from tempting wee May well be free ; They 'l do more harm than all the arts of Hell. VI. Yet after death these Saints are made , And Divine honour to them 's paid : To them for help the common people cry , Oramus vos , Servate nos , Whilst in these flames they here tormented lye . VII . But since the name of Saints they gain , Who for their Church have felt the pain Of transitory earthly fires ; then sure Much more that name The Priests may claim , Who for their Church eternal flames endure . VIII . Oft have I try'd the British-Land To re-inslave to Romes command If in that lesser World I had my hopes I 'd sing Old Rose , And fuddle my Nose ; The Universe should quickly be the Popes IX . Early and late what pains I take For th' Catholick Religion 's sake , Did they but know , me too they 'd Canonize : My Cloven-foot And Horns they 'd put Among those Reliques that they highest prize . X. First to conspire , Guy Faux I mov'd Though Fatal to himself it prov'd . After that upwards to the firmament It could not rent The Parliament , Him downwards to this place the Powder sent . XI . And at this time to kill the King , And Popery again to bring , Many I 've tempted ; if i' th' first they fail , A Counterplot Still they have got , I hope their next Attempt may yet prevail XII . The French are ready to send o're Their Armies to the Brittish-shore . To set fresh forces on the English ground I have again Perswaded Spain , Although in eighty-eight their strength it found . XIII . The English Papists too I 'le Arm , And they shall rise at the Allarm : One blow these forces shall together joyn , If Charles they kill , I have my will , Against the Protestants they shall combine . XIV . How do I long to see that day , When Bibles shall be took away , And Popish Legends in their places laid ; When the Beads motion Shall be devotion And in an unknown tongue Prayers shall be said . XV. With joy I think upon the time , When Whoring shall be thought no crime ; When Monks and Fryers ev'ry place shall store . When Marriage all A sin shall call , And Images for God they shall adore . XVI . But by their own Accomplices I hear that all detected is . Th' impeached Traitors into Goal are thrown , Their Arms are found Hid under ground , And all their Letters to the King are known . XVII . Th' unwelcom news by Staley came , Who hansel'd Tyburn for the same . With his own hand , had he been longer lived In open day The King to slay , Raviliae-like , he says he had contrived . XVIII . O that these puny Rogues I 'd got . That did relent and spoil the Plot : If it were possible , more cruelty I would Invent Them to torment , Than e're was exercis'd on Godfery . XIX . But since we can't come at these men ; Let 's swinge the rest for trusting them . Each of you take his tort'ring instrument ; With Hangmans Noose When Life they lose , On the Conspirators our spleen wee 'l vent . XX. In the mean while 't is best I think , To make an end of all our drink : That when they 're come , and in the height of pain Their Teeth they gnash , And Throats would wash , Nothing to cool their Tongues may here remain . On the Burning of several Cart-loads of Popish Books , at the Royal Exchange . WElcome blest day , that happily didst save Our Church and Nation from a threatned Grave : A day ! must never Marks of Hononr want , Whilst there survives one grateful Protestant ; But in our Callender shall stand inrol'd Through every Age , with Characters of Gold. As once proud Haman , with a curs'd Decree , Had sign'd God's Peoples general Destinie , So cruel Factors now of Hell and Rome , Resovl'd on England's universal Doom : But Heaven's bright Eye Revea'ld the Hellish Plot , Which had it prosper'd boldly might have shot At the Celestial Throne , put out the Sun , And made the world back to its Chaos run , Though deep as Hell they laid the black Designe , Fate blasts their Projects with a Countermine : And then the desperate Vndertakers be Like Haman , sentenc'd to the fatal Tree : Thus Pharaoh perish'd , Israel scap'd free . And shall such Mercies ever be forgot ? No , no — Were we so thankless , they would not Permit it ; whose new Treasons still we see Revive their Old ones to our Memorie . The Cockatrice on the same Eggs doth brood ; Rebellion's Venom is their natural food . Rome's Founder by a Wolf , ( 't is said ) was nurs'd , And with his Brother's blood her walls at first He cemented : whence ever since we finde Her Off-spring of a Ravenous , Bloody Kinde . Long since with temporal arms and flags unfurl●d She Tyranny o're Conquer'd Nations hurl'd And now with spiritual thraldom grasps the world . Sooner the Aethiop may blanch his skin , And Devils cease from tempting men to sin ; Sooner shall darkness dwell in the Suns beams And Tybur mix with our Thames Purer Streams , Than the slie Iesuit his old arts will leave , Or cursed nets of Treasoncease to weave . But now behold ! methinks a gallant Sight . Doctrines of Darkness yonder brought to Light : Boone-fires in Earnest ! where Rome's Pamphlets fry , And Popish Authors pass their Purgat'ry . Unto the Fire their Books most justly came , Which first were wrote to set us in a Flame . As in the Air the burning Papers flew , We might in Emblem that Religion view , Which makes a while a glorious glittering Blaze , And with gay Pomp inviteth fools to gaze ; Pretends directly towards heaven to fly On whings of flaming Love and Charity : But waite a while , approach a little nigher Its Glory fades , grows faint , and does Expire . What at first view appear'd so warm and bright , Like painted Fires , yields niether Heat , nor Light , But Grose and Earthly down it comes again , And with its Blackness , where 't doth touch doth stain . Was it for this the Monk in his dark Cell , With nitrous Earth , and Brimstone stoln from Hell , First compos'd Gun-powder , that it might be The future Engine of their Butchery ? At one sad stroak to Massacre a Land , And make them fall , whom Heaven ordain'd to stand ? Or could the bold , but silly Traytors hope , Great Britain e're would Truckle to the Pope ? Erect and Lofty still her Genius stands , And defies all their Heads , and all their Hands . Nor shall their Strength or Policy , e're reach Our ruine , if our Crimes op'e not the Breach : Still we are safe , till our Transgression merits The dreadful Reformation from such Spirits . They dig in vain , nor need our Nation fear Dark-Lanthorns , whilst God's Candlesticks are here . " The Purple-Whore may lay her Mantle by , " Until our Sins are of a Scarlet-dye . Lord ! may they never to that Bulk proceed , Nor fester so within , that we should need Italian Horse-leeches to make us bleed . May Reviv'd London never more become The Priests Burnt-Offering to Insulting Rome . With Guarding Mercies still our Soveraign tender , And be thou His , as He 's thy Faiths Defender . The Catholick Ballad : Or an Invitation to Popery . To the Tune of 88. SInce Pop'ry of late is so much in debate , And great strivings have been to restore it , I cannot forbear openly to declare , That the Ballad-makers are for it . We 'l dispute no more then , these Heretical men Have exposed our Books unto laughter , So that many do say , 't will be the best way To sing for the Cause hereafter . O the Catholick Cause ! now assist me my Muse , How earnestly do I desire thee ! Neither will I pray to St. Bridget to day , But only to thee to inspire me . Whence should Purity come , but from Catholick Rome ? I wonder much at your folly ? For Saint Peter was there , and left an old Chair , Enough to make all the World holy . For this Sacred old Wood is so excellent good , If our Doctors may be believed , That whoever sits there needs never more fear The danger of being deceived . If the Devil himself should ( God bless us ) get up Though his Nature we know to be evil , Yet whilst he sat there , as divers will swear , He would be an infallible Devil . Now who sits in this Seat , but our Father the Pope ? Which is a plain demonstration , As clear as Noon-day , we are in the right way , And all others are doom'd to damnation . If this will not suffice , yet to open your eyes , Which are blinded with bad Education ; We have Arguments plenty , and Miracles twenty , Enow to convince a whole Nation . If you give but good heed , you shall see the Host bleed , Aud if any thing can perswade ye , An Image shall speak , or at least it shall squeak In the Honour of our Lady . You shall see without doubt the Devil cast out , As of old by Erra Pater ; He shall skip about and tear like a dancing Bear , When he feels the Holy Water . If yet doubtful you are , we have Relicks most rare , We can shew you the Sacred Manger ; Several loads of the Cross as good as ere was To preserve your Souls from danger . Should I tell you of all , it would move a stone-wall , But I spare you a little for pity , That each one may prepare , and rub up his ear , For the second part of my Ditty . Now listen again to those things that remain , They are matters of weight , I assure you , And the first thing I say , throw your Bibles away , 'T is impossible else for to cure you . O that pestilent Book ! never on it more look , I wish I could sing it out louder : It has done men more harm , I dare boldly affirm Than th' Invention of Guns & Powder . As for matters of Faith , believe what the Church saith , But for Scripture , leave that to the Learned ; For these are edge-tools , & you Laymen are fools , If you touch them you are sure to be harmed . But pray what is it for , that you make all this stir ? You must read , you must hear , and be learned : If you 'l be on our part , we will teach you an Art , That you need not be so much concerned . Be the Churches good Son , and your work is half done , After that you may do your own pleasure : If your Beads you can tell , and say Ave Mary well , Never doubt of the Heavenly Treasure . For the Pope keeps the Keys , and can do what he please , And without all peradventure , If you cannot at the fore , yet at the back-door Of Indulgence you may enter . But first by the way , you must make a short stay At a place called Purgatory , Which the Learned us tell , in the buildings of Hell , Is about the middlemost story . 'T is a monstrous hot place , and a mark of disgrace , In the torment on 't long to endure : None are kept there but Fools & poor pitiful Souls , Who can no ready money procure . For a handsom round Sum you may quickly be gon , For the Church has wisely ordaind , That they who build Crosses and pay well for Masses , Should not there be too long detaind . So that 's a plain case , as the Nose on ones Face , We are in the surest condition , And none but poor Fools and some niggardly Owls , Need fall into utter perdition . What aileth you then , O ye great and rich men , That you will not hearken to reason , Since as long as y' have Pence , y' need scruple no offence , Be it Murther , Adultery , Treason . And ye sweet-natur'd Women , who hold all things common , My addresses to you are most hearty , And to give you your due , you are to us most true , And we hope we shall gain the whole party . If you happen to fall , your Penance is small , And although you cannot forgo it , We have for you a cure , if of this you be sure To confess before you go to it . There is one reason yet , which I cannot omit , To those who affect the French Nation , Hereby we advance the Religion of France , The Religion that 's only in fashion . If these rea●ons prevail , ( as how can they fail ? ) To have Popery entertain'd , You cannot conceive , and will hardly believe , What benefits hence may be gain'd . For the Pope shall us bless ( that 's no small happiness ) And again we shall see restored The Italian Trade , which formerly made This Land to be so much adored . O the Pictures and Rings , the Beads & fine things , The good words as sweet as Honey , All this and much more shall be brought to our door , For a little dull English-money . Then shall Justice and Love , & whatever can move Be restored again to our Britain . And Learning so common , that every old woman Shall say her Prayers in Latin. Then the Church shall bear sway , & the State shall obey , Which is now lookt upon as a wonder , And the proudest of Kings , with all temporal things Shall submit and truckle under . And the Parliament too , who have tak'n us to do And have handled us with so much terror , May chance on that score ( 't is no time to say more ) They may chance to acknowledge their error . If any man yet shall have so little Wit As still to be refractory , I swear by the Mass , he is a meer Ass , And so there 's an end of a Story . A Continuation of the Catholick Ballad inviting to Popery ; Vpon the best Grounds and Reasons , that could ever yet be produced . To an excellent Tune , called , The Powder-plot . FRom Infallible Rome , once more I am come , With a Budget of Catholick Ware , Shall dazle your Eyes , and your Fancies surprize , To embrace a Religion so rare . Oh! the Love and good Will , of his Holiness still , What will he not do for to save ye : If such Pains and such Art , cannot you Convert , 'T is pity but Old Nick should have ye . Now our Priests are run down , and our Iesuits aground And their Arguments all prove invalid : See here he hath got , an unheard of New-plot , To Proselite you with a Ballad . Then lay by your Jeers , and prick up your Ears , Whilst I unto you do display , The advantage and worth , the Truth and so forth Of the Roman Catholick way . If you did but behold the Faith and the Gold , Of which Holy Church is possest ; You would never more stray , in the Heretical way , But flie to her Lap to be blest . The Pope is the Head , and doth Peter succeed , ( Pray come away faster and faster ) He succeeds him 't is true , but would you know how , T is only in denying his Master . He 's Infallible too , what need more ado , And ever hath Truth in possession : For though once Mob Ioan , Ascended the Throne , The same was no breach of Succession . Our Church and no other , is the Reverend Mother Of Christians throughout the whole Earth ; Though Older they be , perhaps far than she , Yet they must owe unto Her their Birth . Our Faith is so great , so sound and compleat , It scorneth both Scripture and Reason ; And builds on Tradition , sometimes Superstition , And oft-times Rebellion and Treason . Our strict Purity , is plain to each eye , That Catholick Countries view ; For there to suppress , the sins of the Flesh , Sodomy is in use ; and the Stews . Our Zeal has been felt , whereever we dwelt , On all that our Doctrine deny : If we have a Suspicion , we make Inquisition , And straight the poor Hereticks fry . In vain they may plead , or their Scriptures read , We value them all not a Pin : The best Argument , that we can invent , Is with Fire and Sword to begin . A most Godly way , whatever they say , Since it their Salvation o●tains , Makes them Orthodox , with blows and with knocks , And hammers Faith into their Brains . A God we can make , of a thin Wafer-Cake , And eat him up when we have done : But a Drop of the Cup , Lay-men must not sup , For the Priest guzles that all alone . We have terrible Bulls , and Pardons for Gulls , Holy Water to Scar-crow the Devil ; With Consecrate Swords , take them on our words , They shall make the Great Turk be civil . We have Saints great store , and Miracles more , With Martyrs a great many from Tyburn ; Pretty Nuns that dwell , mewd up in a Cell , As chast as Night-walkers of Holbourn . We have Holy Blood , we have Holy Wood , A Ship-load , or some such matter : We have Holy Bones , and some Holy Stones , Would make an old Ladies Chops water . We have Holy Men , seen but now and then , Monks , Abbots , and Capuchin Friars , With Merits so great , they can buy one a Seat In Heaven , or else they are Liars . Then all you that would sure Salvation procure , And yet still live as you list ; Do but mutter and pray , and say as we say , And your Catholicks good as e're P — . We are brisk and free , and always agree , Allowing our selves to be jolly ; And the Puritan Tricks , of dull Hereticks . We count but Fanatical Folly. Swearing and Whoring , Drinking and Roaring , All those are but Venial Transgressions : The Murthering of Kings , and such petty things , Are easily Absolv'd in Confession . A little short Penance , doth wipe away Sin , And there 's an end of all trouble ; Which having dispatcht , you may fall to 't agen , And safely your Wickedness double . Bring a good round Sum , Sins past and to come , Shall presently be forgiven ; But this you must know , before you do go , The Excize runs high upon Heaven . For we have the Price , of every Vice , Assest at a certain Rate ; So near at a word , we do them afford , Not a Penny thereof we can bate . But if you 're content , a while to be pent , And in Purgatory purged ; A smaller Spell , shall preserve you from Hell , And keep you from being scourged . Though you have liv'd a Devil , in all kind of Evil Bequeath but a Monastery , And Angels your Soul , without Controul , To Abraham's Bosom shall Carry . Nor need you to fear , who have bought Lands dear That were Holy Churches before ; We 'l lend them for life , but for your Souls health At your Death you must them restore . Thus Popery , you see , will kindly agree , If you will it but embrace . But if you delay , there 's somany i' th way , That you will hardly get a good place . The Critical Time , is now in the prime , See how Holy Mother does smile , And spreading her Arms , to preserve you from harms , So gladly would you Reconcile . To which purpose behold , do but tell out your Gold , And all things in readiness be ; For the next Year , His Holiness ( we hear ) Doth intend a Jubilee . You that Pardons would have , or Indulgence crave , To ROME , to ROME be trudging , And do not contemn , good Advice from a Friend , Nor take his Ballad in dudgeon . On ROME's Pardons , By the E. of R. IF Rome can Pardon Sins , as Romans hold , And if those Pardons can be bought and sold , It were no Sin , to adore and worship Gold. If they can purchase Pardons with a Sum , For Sins they may commit in time to come , And for Sins past ; 't is very well for Rome . At this rate , they are happiest that have most , They 'l purchase Heaven at their own proper cost : Alas , the Poor ! all that are so , are lost . Whence came this Knack , or when did it begin ? What Author have they , or who brought it in ? Did Christ e're keep a Custom-House for Sin ? Some subtile Devil , without more ado , Did certainly this sly Invention brew , To gull'em of their Souls and Mony too . Written by Stephen Colledge , the day before he dyed . Wrongful Imprisonment Hurts not the Innocent . WHat if I am into a Prison cast , By Hellish Combinations am betray'd , My Soul is free , although my Body's fast : Let them Repent that have this Evil laid , And of Eternal Vengeance be afraid ; Come Racks and Gibbets , can my Body kill , My God is with me , and I fear no Ill. What boots the Clamours of the Giddy Throng ? What Antidotes against a poysonous Breath ? What Fence is there against a lying Tongue , Sharpen'd by Hell , to wound a Man to Death ? Snakes , Vipers , Adders do lurk underneath : Say what you will , or never speak at all , Our very Prayers ( such Wretches ) Treason call . But Walls and Bars , cannot a Prison make , The free-born Soul enjoyes it's Liberty ; These Clods of Earth it may incaptivate , Whilst Heavenly Minds are conversant on high , Ranging the Fields of Blest Eternity : So let this Bird sing sweetly in my Breast , My Conscience clear ; a Rush for all the rest . What I have done , I did with good Intent , To serve my King , my Country , and the Laws , Against the Bloody Papists I was bent , Cost what it will , I 'le ne're repent my Cause : Nor do I fear their Hell-devouring Jawes . A Protestant I am , and such I 'le die , Maugre all Death , and Popish Cruelty . But what need I these Protestations make , Actions speak Men far better than their Words : What e're I suffer for my Country's sake , Not Cause I had a Gun , or Horse , or Sword , Or that my Heart did Treason e're afford : No , 't is not me ( alone ) they do intend , But Thousands more , to gain their cursed Ends. And sure ( of this ) the World 's so well aware That here it 's needless more for me to say , I must conclude ; no time have I to spare , My winged hours fly too fast away , My work ( Repentance ) must I not delay . I 'le add my Prayers to God , for Englands good , And if he please , will seal them with my Blood. O blessed God! destroy this black Design Of Popish Consults ; it 's in thee we trust , Our Eyes are on thee , help , O Lord ! in time , Thou God of Truth , most merciful and just , Do thou defend us , or we perish must : Save England Lord , from Popish Cruelty , My Country bless , thy will be done on me . Man's Life 's a Voyage , through a Sea of Tears , If he would gain the Heaven of his Rest , His Sighs must fill the Sails ( whilst some men steers ) When storms arise , let each Man do his best , And cast the Anchor of his hopes ( opprest ) Till Time , or Death , shall bring us to that Shore , Where Time nor Death , shall never be no more . Laus Deo : S. C. From my Prison in the Tower , Aug. 15. 1681. Amen . LONDON's Fatal Fall : Being an ACROSTICK , &c. Written ( as a Second Poetical Diversion ) the 8 th . of September , 1666. L o ! now confused Heaps only stand O n what did bear the Glory of the Land. N o Stately Places , no Edefices , D o now appear : No , here 's now none of these , O h Cruel Fates ! Can ye be so unkind ? N ot to leave , scarce a Mansion behind . L et England then lament , and let her keep A dismal day , let every Soul to weep T o wash away those Sins , that thus provoke E ternal Heavens all-consuming stroke . L et Penitential Tears quench out the Fire Y et reigning in our Lusts , let that expire . E lse we can have no blessed Confiden●e , N or hopes in Heavens merciful Defence . G race is the best inducement too to move L ove from the God of Mercies , God of Love. A sighing Heart becomes this Tragedy , N ero's may laugh at it , so must not we . D on 't soon forget this greatest Accident , S ince Iulius Caesar enter'd into Kent . G reatest of Men or Cities , now ye see L ay subject unto Heavens just Decree . O let us then be careful to prevent R eligiously , such future punishment . Y esterday though not thought of , yet ye see N othing to day but sad extremity : O bdurate Hearts might melt to see a flame , W hich made e'en Bells themselves to do the same . B arbarians may weep to see a City E steem'd so much , destroy'd , ( Ah pitty ! pitty ! ) C onduits not now , but Gutters , ran with Wine . O ils also did unto the like combine . M ortality ne'er Men so fast did mow , A s the consuming Flames did Housen now . T roy's Flames were fatal , What did those begin ? R ape was the cause of that , and that was Sin. A nd we have Hellen's too too many , that G od knows , our guilt ( I fear ) do aggravate . I ncontinency's ( in our sinful time ) C all'd by fond Man , a Failing , not a Crime ; K nowledge by Will is so disfigured , S atan now as a Saint is worshipped . T hen this it is , ( We cannot but confess ) O btrudeth Judgments on our happiness . R epent then , God will ( if we Sinno more ) Y ield us more Blessings unto those before . A QVADRVPLE ACROSTICK on LONDON . L-o ! what a Chaos this unhappy Fal — L , O-nly a dismal sight , and signs of W — O , N-ow Metamorphis'd , Ovid writeth o — N ▪ D-emocritus had wept too ( doubtless ) ha — D O-nly Melpomene's the Singer wh — O N-ow each , a Stoick look too putteth o — N. L-ends us instead of Englands Capital — L. O-ffers our Opticks objects , Things are s — O N-o such , not to , but from , Confusio — N. D-estiny rais'd an Object then so sa — D. O-rders my Muse , and best becomes it to — O. N-othing but Clouds appear , the Sun is go — N. LONDON Anagram , NOLO . DOLO . The EXPLICATION . THough Now I am unwilling , wOes attend Me , so I grieve by fOrce , Let Heaven send Such Detriment no more , for nOw I find , Grief wilL alONe DepOse the Noblest mind , Thus this will highest Spirits subjugate , They must ( though most unwilling ) yield to Fate . LONDON's Epitaph . HEre lies the Flower ( as you may understand ) Not of a Family , but of a Land ; A beauteous LADY , Nations did her court , And all the World unto her did resort : She had a vast Estate ( as may appear ) And many Sisters , but made none her Heir ; No , She ( that they the more might sadly mourn ) Has all , consumed with her in her URN . But from those Ashes all her Sisters crys Are , that another PHAENIX yet may rise ; And all hopes are , Heaven yet will send Unto'em such another in the End. Vpon the Fifth of November . HAil happy Hour , wherein that Hellish Plot Was found , which , had it prosper'd , might have shot At the Celestial Throne ; at whose dread stroke Atlas had reel'd , and both the Poles had shoke : And Tellus ( sympathizing in the woe ) Had felt an Ague and a Feaver too : Hell-Gates had been set ope , to make men say , Saint Peter's Vicar hath mistook his Key . Methinks I see a dismal gloomy Cell , The Lobby-Porch and Wicket unto Hell , The Devil's Shop , where great had been his Prize , Had he prevail'd to make his Wares to rise . Say , gentle Drawer , were they Casks of Beer ? Or was old Bacchus tunn'd and firkin'd there ? Nay , then the Pope's turn'd Vintner : Friends , behold What mortal Liquor 's at the Mitre sold ! Fire-spewing Aetna with good Cause may fear That her Distemper springs from too much Beer : And old Enceladus may well confess That all his Belching's caus'd by Drunkenness . Had wretched Dives begg'd a Drop of this , To allay his heat , the Fool had ask'd amiss : His hapless Rhet'rick might have done him wrong , 'T would have tormented , not have could his tongue . Had Heber's Wife but known this Trick of thine , She 'd spar'd her Milk , & given the Captain Wine . Strange , sure , had been th' Effects ; it would have sped Our lawful King , and left the Pope instead . Right Drunkenness indeed , which , for a space , Steals Man away , and leaves a Beast in 's place . 'T had caus'd a general intoxication . The stag'ring , nay , the Downfal of the Nation . Oh murth'rous Plot ! Posterity shall say , His Holiness o're-shoots Caligula . The Pope by this and such Designs ( 't is plain ) Out - Babels Nimrod , and Out-butchers Cain . About this time the brave Mounteagle , whose Firm Love to his Religion rather chose To break the Roman Yoke , than see the Reign Of deceas'd Mary , wheel about again , Receiv'd a Letter in a dubious sense , It seem'd a piece of Stygian Eloquence : The Characters look'd just like conj'ring Spells ; For this bout Hell here spoke in Parables . The Pope's and Devil's Signets were set to 't , Th Clo●en Mitre and the Clo●en Foot. But shall our State by an unlook'd-for Blow Receive a mortal Wound , and yet not know The hand that smote her ? shall she sigh and cry , Like Polyphemus , Out is quench'd mine Eye ? Is England by the angry Fates sad Doom Condemn'd to play at Hot-cockles with Rome ? No , Man of Myst'ries , no , we understand Thy Gibb'rish , though thou art confounded , and Have found thy meaning ; Heav'n can read thy hand . Thus were our Senate like to be betraid By a strange Egg which Peter's Cock had laid : For had the servant hatch'd it , the Device Had prov'd to us a baneful Cockatrice . Now like proud H●man being stretch'd upon The heightned Pegs of vain Ambition , Above Pride's highest Ela , how he took Poor Mordechai's advancement , and could brook Hanging , instead of Honouring ; that Curse Which made him set the Cart before the Horse : Just such was Faux , his baffled hopes bequeath No comforts now , but thoughts of suddain Death . Like Haman's fate , he only could aspire To be advanced fifty Cubits higher . What Phoebus said to th' Laurel , that sure he Said to the Gallows , Thou shalt be my Tree . But didst thou think , thou mitred Man of Rome , Who bellowest threatnings and thy dreadful Doom , And like Perillus roarest in thy Bull Curses and Blasphemies a Nation full , At one sad stroke to Massacree a Land , And make them fall , whom Heaven ordain'd to stand . No , though thy head was fire and thou could turn Thy Ten Branch'd Antler to a Powder-horn ; Still we are safe , till our transgressions merit A Reformation from such a Spirit As comes from thence : our Nation need not fear Dark Lanterns , whilst God's Candlestick is here . The Purple Whore may lay her Mantle by , Until our Sins are of a Scarlet-dye . Those Horns alone can sound our overthrow , And blow us up , which blew down Iericho , Christ bless this Kingdom from intestine quarrels ; From Schism in Tubs , and Popery in Barrels . The DEVIL pursued : Or , The right Saddle laid upon the right Mare . A SATYR upon Madam CELLIERS standing in the Pillory , By a Person of Quality . ALas ! What has this poor Animal done , That she stands thus before the rising Sun , In all the heats of Infamy and Disgrace , The sure Remarks of a bold Brazen-face ? Truly for no great hurt , nor for much harm ; Only inventing to spill Royal Blood , to keep it warm ; Fire Cities , Burn Houses , and Devast Nations ; Ruine us in all our several Stations . But who would think it from the Woman fine , A thing whom Nature it self hath made Divine , That she should act such horrid barbarous things , As to design to stab Statesmen , and to Murder Kings ? But here she still appears for her ill acts , Like second storms after Thunder-claps . Philosophers tell us , The best things corrupted are the worst , And from their own fine species are ever curst . When once we take to Ill and Vices Road , We then paint our selves much like the Toad ; Since Vice not only horrid is from the being of Nature , But also from the thing it self , and from its own feature . Who makes us look at once , and that several ways , Like squinting people , from their false Optick Rays . This teaches us therefore how a strange a thing is Religion , That makes one a Vulture , the other a Raven , and the other a Widgeon ; To be so very false , in the instructing those To commit such horrid acts , and with them close : As what is opened and presented here , By a Popish Midwife , called Madam Cellier . Go to therefore , all ye Papists and Men of the Red Letter , Would you but seriously consider of it , yon would do much better Than Plot such secret Villanies against the State , The direful operations of your ungodly hate . On the Murther of Sir EDMONDBURY GODFREY of WESTMINSTER : An hasty POEM . O Murder ! Murder ! let this Shreik fly round , Till Hills and Dales , and Rocks and Shores rebound ; Send it to Heav'n and Hell ; for both will be Astonish'd and Concern'd as much as we . First send to Endor where of old did dwell An Hag , could Fates of Kings and Kingdoms tell ; If that cannot be found , to Ekron go , To Pluto's Oracle and Hell below . There serve this Hue and Cry , for there 't was hatch'd , ( Except the Priests their Gods have over-match'd . ) Methinks Belzebub , if he be out-done In his Grand Misteries ; and Rome needs none Of his Black Arts , but can Out-Devil Hell , His Envy and Revenge this Plot should tell : And by disclosing in his own defence , Not only vindicate his Innocence , But hasten their destruction , and prevent . Loss of his Trade , ( the Jesuits intent ) Unless he fears them , as indeed he may ; When once in Hell , none shall Command but they . But if this Tragedy be all his own , And Roman Actors ( taught by him ) have shown How they can play all parts he can devise ; Female or Male , with or without disguise : And need no Cacodoemons prompting Art Or Whisper , but can fill up any part ; Fast , Pray and Weep , Swear and Forswear , Decoy , Trapan , Kiss , Flatter , Smile , and so Destroy , Stab , Pistol , Poyson Kings , un-King , de-Throne , Blow up or down , Save , Damn , make all their own . Knows not he then , tho' Founder of the Stage , The Laws of Theatres in every Age. That th' Actors , not the Author of the Play , Do challenge the Rewards of the first day . Make then their names renown'd , and come to hide Such Children of thy Revels and thy Pride ; Send to their Father , and thy eldest Son That Lucifer of Rome , what feats they 've done : That he may make their names be understood , Written in Kalenders of Martyrs Blood. But if the Fiends below be Deaf and Dumb , And this Conjuring cannot overcome ; They and their Imps be damn'd together : I To Gods on Earth will send my Hue and Cry. Arise Just Charles , Three Kingdoms Soul and mine , Great Iames thy Grandfather could well divine ; And without Spell the bloody Riddle Spell , Writ by like S●●●etaries of Rome and Hell. And if Thy Proclamation cannot do , We pray Gods Spirit may inspire Thee too . If Thy Prophetick Vsher did not err , The Mass would enter by a Massacre . The Wounds Thy Godfrey found were meant for Thee , And Thou ly'st Murder'd in Effigie . In Gods Kings Kingdoms Cause this Knight was slain , Let him a Noble Monument obtain ; Erected in your Westminsters great Hall , That Courts of Justice may lament his Fall : And may ( when any Papist cometh near ) His Marble Statue yield a bloody tear . Yet let him not be buried , let him lie , The fairest Image to draw Justice by . There needs no Balm or Spices to preserve The Corps from Stench , his Innocence will serve . Ye Lords and Commons joyn your speedy Votes , A Pack of Blood-Hounds threaten all your Throats . And if their Treason be not understood , Expect to be Dissolv'd in your own Blood. O Vote that every Papist ( high and low ) To Martyr'd Godfry's Corps in person go ; And laying hand upon his wounded Brest , By Oath and Curse his ignorance protest . But Oh the Atheism of that Monstrous Crew , Whose Holy Father can all Bonds undo : Whose Breath can put away the heavi'st Oath ; Who fears no Heaven nor Hell , but laughs at both Therefore a safer Vote my Muse suggests , For Priests and Iesuits can swallow Tests As Hocus Pocus doth his Rope or Knife , And cheats the gaping Farmer and his Wife . Oh Vote each Sign-post shall a Gibbet be , And hang a Traytor upon every Tree . Yet we 'l find Wood enough for Bone-fire-piles , T' inlighten and inflame our Brittish Isles Upon the approaching Fifth November night , And make Incendiaries curse the light . November Fires Septembers may reveal , One Burn ( we say ) another Burn will heal . Lastly , And surely , let this Hue and Cry Reach Heaven , where every Star looks like an Eye To that High Court of Parliament above , Whose Laws are mixt with Justice and with Love ; Whither Just Godfry's Souls already come , And hath receiv'd the Crown of Martyrdom ; Where Murder'd Kings and slaughter'd Saints do cry , Their Blood may never unrevenged lie . Ye Saints and Angels hate that Scarlet Whore , Whose Priests and Brats before your Shrines adore , And in their Massacres your Aid implore : Staining your Altars with the precious Gore : Pour down your Vials on their Cursed heads , And in Eternal flames prepare their Beds . And Thou Judge Jesus Hang'd and Murder'd too , By Power of Rome and Malice of the Iew , In Godfry's Wounds Thine own to bleed anew . Oh Rend Thy Heavens ! Come Lord and take Thy Throne , Revenge Thy Martyrs and Thine own . The Loyal Protestants New LITANY . FRom the Romish Whore with her Triple Crown , Fom the Plot she hath hatch'd , and her Babes now disown , Though they dy'd with a Lie in their Mouth is well known . Libra nos Domine . From such as presume to speak ill of Queen Bess , From a Popish Midwife in a Sanctified Dress , Adorn'd with a Wooden Ruff for a Crest . Libra nos , &c. From Iudas the Purse-bearers Protestant face , From any more of his Machiavel race , That henceforth may ever succeed in his place . Libra nos , &c. From a Doctor that durst prepare such a Dose That would take a Protestant Prince by the Nose , ( Although it be spoken under the Rose . ) Libra nos , &c. From a Papist that Curses the Catholick Whore , Although in his Heart he the same do adore , And still his contriving more Plots than before . Libra nos , &c. From a Jesuit drest up in Masquerade , That understands his Blood-thirsty Trade , That can neither by Justice or Mercy be laid . Libra nos , &c. From Bum●kin and Citt that at random do range ; And for a Sham-Plot do true honesty change , Though come off by the LEE , methinks it is STRANGE . Libra nos , &c. From such a hard Fortune as barely to write But only for Bred from Morning till Night ; That would more than a Crack-farts Courage affright . Libra nos , &c. From those that Sedition do dayly invent To render a breach and gross discontent Betwixt our Great King and Loyal Parliament . Libra nos , &c. From such as do dayly possess us with fears , And yet at the same do prick up their ears , Which care not which Course our Council now steers . Libra nos , &c. That the Rhomish Whore may be stript of her dress , And cast in the Pit that is call'd Bottomless ; That her Plots , Loyal Subjects no more distress . Quesimus te Domine . That Queen Besses Enemies run the same Fate As lately they did in the last Eighty Eight , May never one want to peep through a Grate . Quesimus , &c. That the Purse-bearer Iudas his Protestant face May never resume his former high place , Except for to fall in Eternal Disgrace . Quesimus , &c. That the Doctor beyond Sea in spight of his skill , May never return , but keep close there still ; Or else may he die by his own Poysonous Pill . Quesimus , &c. That Popish Curr in honest disguise , That Curses us all before he do rise , May his Plots be confounded though never so wise . Quesimus , &c. That such whose hands are still dipt in Blood , And intend to make second Noah's Flood , That all such may perish , and all of their Brood . Quesimus , &c. That such as do render the Plot for a Fable , And make it the talk of each Coffee-house Table ; To enter Heaven Gates may they never be able . Quesimus , &c. That such as are forced to write but for bread , May be by the dayly Providence fed , Much rather than those who will Plot till they 're dead . Quesimus , &c. That Seditious Spirits may now be supprest , And that in true earnest , not only in Jest , That such may never more feather their Nest. Quesimus , &c. That those who do dayly possess us with fears , May fall themselves together by th' Ears ; And quit us all from that Cloud which appears . Quesimus te Domine . The JESUIT Ierk'd : A SATYR . AScend , Alecto , from thy Den , and come Just as thou look'st in that Infernal Home , Hell , Fury , Fire , my Fancy , for I have More Cause than Poet e're had yet , to Rave : Thou art my Muse , thy Snakes my Lawrels are , Inspir'd by thee , I 'll Rome's Intrigues declare : Then to thy intermitted Task retire , And pay the Iesuits their Arrears of Fire . A Iesunt old Satan's Envoy is , Sent to succeed the Snake of Paradice ; For when the fatal stroke of Adam's Loss , Was healed by the Great Theanthropos , And that first Argument of Hellish Power , Was quite Confuted by a Saviour : Then baffled Lucifer no answer had , Till he a Iesuit his Rejoynder made , By whom he hopes compleatly to renew The Battel , and once more Mankind undo ; Plotting his Old Dominion to make good By false Implicit Faith , or Fire and Blood : That catches Fools , and These destroy the Wise , Thus all Mankind are equally his Prize . " Shut your Eyes close , believe me , and you 'l see , " Th' Ignatian crys the way t' Eternity : " Deny all Reason , misbelieve your Sense , " Church cannot erre , be that your Confidence : " Pin on your Sleeve your Faith , and tho' you 'r blind , " Take but fast hold , and follow us behind ; " Our open Eyes the way for both will find . This Wine and Wafer now are common Food , But a few words shall make e'm Flesh and Blood ; And though they still the self same things appear , Yet is Christ's very Blood and Body here : Such plain Impostures , such bold Cheats as these , Can surely none but Fools or Madmen please . The Snake of Paradice play'd fairer far With Adam's Wife , and more upon the square ; He call'd an Apple , Apple , bid her see How fair the Fruit , desireable the Tree : The Iesuit's tricks would ne're have ta'ne with Eve , She saw and felt before she did believe : Besides he told her that 't would make her wise , But these the gros●est ignorance advise . And thus we lose our selves b' a greater cheat , Than what the Devil us'd in Eve's Defeat : Thus we our Sense and Reason lay aside , To take an Old Ambitious Pope for Guide . Thus we turn Stocks and Ideots , and then Become good Cath'licks , ceasing to be Men ; As if the only way to save our Souls , Were to be easie Slaves , or senseless Fools . To all this fond Credulity we 're hurld , By slavish fears about a burning World ; So ( to be sure ) to feel no torment there , First strip our selves of all our senses here ▪ Now my Alecto , let 's advance and view The frauds that lurk under Religious shew ; For though to Heaven their fair pretences swell , The root lies deep and dark , as is thy Cell : No Heathen Law-giver , no Pagan Priest , Could e're with such mysterious Wiles infest The superstitious Multitude , for they Are still most apt to fear they know not why ; No Cabalist of State could e're trapan With such firm subtilety as Rome's Divan . And First , lest Holy Church should chance to float Without a last Appeal in endless doubt ; You must with dumb Obedience still repair Unto Rome's Holy Apostolick Chair , That , that 's Infallible and cannot erre . This bold Assumption keeps more in awe , Than Numa with his feig●'d Egeria ; For though it seems at point of Faith to aim , 'T is to be uncontroulibly Supream , Get universal Def'rence , and Create A close dependance on the Roman Seat : Branding on all damnable Heresie , That dare oppose the Apostolick See , Or Rome's Political Divinity . Rome's Doctrine is a secular Device , Mere trick of State in rev'rend Disguise , Th' Ambitious Spawn of latter Centuries . And tho' it proudly boast an ancient Line From Peter , 't is of basest Origine ; A Priestly Brat , by them Ingendred on Ignorance , Fear , and Superstition ; These three compleatly make the Triple Crown , And still support Old Rome's Imperial Throne . How slily do the Priests by help of these Make Men believe , and then do what they please ; How solemnly they dazle vulgar Eyes With fine mysteriovs Holy Vanities : Whose Ceremonious Pomp strikes awful dread In Fools that by their Eyes and Ears are led : But should I here endeavour to declare The num'rous Gimcracks of the Romish Fair , Their mystick Idols , consecrated Bawbles , Feign'd Miracles , and monstrous Holy Fables ; How dead Saints Relicks cure the Gout and Ptisick , And are like Aegypts Mummy , us'd for Physick ▪ How they can scare the Devil with a stench , As young Tobias did to get the Wench . In telling this I might as tedious be , As the return of their next Jubilee ; But these are petty Trifles , petty Toys , Tricks to catch Women , gaping Fools , and Boies ; They have devices of a larger Size , Traps to ensnare the Wary and the Wise. And if you chance to boggle at the Bait , They curse , and cry Damnation be your Fate , And then you swallow it at any rate . Oh! what a melancholly dismal Story They roar in dying Ears of Purgatory ; That rather than the affrighted Wretch will bu●● So long , he 'll all his Gold to Masses turn . Thus Ecclesiastick Chymists ( you 'd admire ) Make real Gold by a fictitious Fire . Next extream Unction comes from whence the Prie● Gets the most good by greasing in the Fist ; But of all cheats that necessary are Unto Salvation , Aur●cular Confession bears the Bell , and seems to me Next to Infallible Supremacy . It wears a Holy Vail , but underneath Is Shame and Slavery far worse than Death : The Priest may tyrannize without Controul , That knows the guilty secret of the Soul. So when the Gentle Sex Confession makes That they have often sinn'd upon their Backs , How easily the Priest comes in for snacks , And shrieves the pretty Pen'tent Alamode , No trick like a Iure Divino Fraud . Thus are their chiefest Doctrines plain Device , Pimp to their Pride , their Lust and Avarice ? In Holy Apostolical Disguise . In short , the whole mysterious Cheat doth lye , In Superstition and Idolatry , Two Spurious Graffs Set in the Tree of Life , Religion , By whose luxurious Branches 't is o'regrown To such a monstrous Disproportion ; That first the Planters would it quite disown . Religion like a modest Rural Maid , No artificial Dress , no Fucus had , But was in Native Innocency clad . Till in Rome's Court she ceased to be such , Thence sprang her Infamy and first Debauch ; There laying plain simplicity aside , She grew to lazie Wantonness and Pride : Yet still some modesty confin'd her home , Nor rambled she beyond the Walls of Rome ; Till proud of her successful Charms , she grew Ambitious greatest Monarchs to subdue ▪ So by deceitful Arts sh' enlarg'd her Power , And made them Slaves that she had serv'd before ▪ Then wisely some the Vassalage forsook , Others repin'd , as weary of the Yoke ; She jealous lest her Universal Sway Should lessen , and her former Fa●e decay ; Mongst others , did the Schoolmens Pen employ To vindicate her Truth and Honesty , ( Schoolmen who ransack Sciences and Arts , To prove with pains that they are Fools of parts ) So these her Honour justify'd in Words , As Bully Iesuits Plot to do with Swords ; But both in vain , for 't is concluded on , Their Mistress is the Whore of Babylon . Shift , shift the Scene , Alecto , Fury , Fiend , Wake all thy Snakes and make this Tragick End ; By Hellish Art raise up in dark Cabal , The Pope , a Iesuit , and Cardinal : Thy self place in the middle raving Wood , With Poysons , Pistols , Daggers , Fire and Blood. Now let this Scene start into sudden sight , By gloomy Flashes of sulphureous Light ; There let his Holiness's Face appear , Full of deep Counsel , weighty thought , and care , Whilst each of you in awful silence hears The sacred Oracle with humble Ears . Was it for this my ample Power was giv'n , For this have I the Keys of Hell and Heaven ? In Vain I boast of a Supremacy , And call my Chair the Universal See : A little Nest of Hereticks cut off From Europe's Earth , at all my power doth laug● Who though they kindly could decline to be A Bar to ballance Gallick Tyranny , Yet still oppose my Holy Monarchy . False Agents Heartless Traytors , have you So often swore by Sacramental Vow , Or to Convert this Island , or undo ? Was your Commission scant , did I deny Plenipotentiary Villany ? Have not I null'd Divine and Humane Laws , That without Let , you might promote the Cau●● Heaven's Laws , though fix'd by an Eternal Seal , Stoop and are liable to my Repeal . Moses once broke these Tables , often I , Not to prevent , but fix Idolatry . Thus had your large Commission no restraint , Nor did you Apostolick Blessing want ; Nay more the blackest Crimes in you were Merit , For which all others endless Flames in herit : So Treasons , Murders , Perjuries , became Sure Monuments of your Eternal Fame ; So Nature's Course was chang'd , yet nothing's done T' Advance the Catholick Religion . Be gone , Slave , fly , Delude with crafty Words , If they prove vain , use Poyson , Fire , and Swords ; Make better work on 't , or I swear by th' Mass , And the Divinity of Holy Cross — These chance unlucky Words broke all the Spell , They vanisht , and Alecto sunk to Hell. On the Murther of Sir EDMONDBURY GOD FREY . ARe these the Popes Grand Tools ? Worshipful Noddies ! Who but blund'ring Fools Would ever have forgot To Burn those Letters that reveal'd their Plot ? Or in an Ale-house told that Godfrey's Dead , Three Days before he was Discovered ; Leaving the silly World to call to mind That Common Logick , They that hide can find ? But see their Master Pollicy on Primrose Hill , Where their great Enemy Like Saul upon Mount Gilboa doth lye , Fal'n on his Sword , as if he himself did Kill . But oh , the Infelicity ! That Blood was fresh , and gusht out of the wound , This so congeal'd that not one spot was found : No , not upon his Sword , as if it wou'd Tell us 't was guiltless of its Masters Blood ; Some Carkasses by bleeding do declare , This by not bleeding , shews the Murtherer . But to its broken Neck I pray What can our Polititians say ? He Hang'd , then stab'd himself , for a sure way . Or first he stab'd himself , than wrung about His Head for madness , that advis'd him to 't ; Well Primrose , may our Godfrey's Name on thee ( Like Hyacinth ) inscribed be : On thee his Memory shall flourish still , ( Sweet as thy Flower , and lasting as thy Hill ; ) Whilst blushing Somerset to her Eternal shame , shall this Inscription bear : The Devil 's an Ass , for Jesuits on this spot Broke both the Neck of Godfrey , & their Plot. A Passionate SATYR upon a Devillish Great He-Whore that lives yonder at ROME . A Pox on the Pope , with his damn'd bald Pate , What a stir hath this Toad made here of late ; Such a Noise and a horrible Clamour Is here with this Whore , a Plague of God on her . Must the Kingdom and State be at a loss , Leave their sweet Peace to lye under a Cross ? Must Church and Church-men be expos'd to scorns , Tost up and down by a Beast with Ten Horns ? Must Christians that know no more but one God , Worship Ten Thousand , or be scourg'd with a Rod ? Must Beads , and a Cross , and a Relick from Ione , Make us fall down to Prayers right or wrong ? Must Hobgoblin Mass , that 's learn'd of Old-Nick , Complement God for the Well and the Sick ? Must Water bless'd by a Conjuring Monk , Scoure away Sins from a Pockyfi'd Punk ? Must Souls be pray'd out , the Devil hath got , At so much per Mass , else there they must rot ? Must Sinners be sav'd by Old Sinning Gulls ? I 'll ne're beg your Pardon , those are damn'd Bulls . Must We , Canibal-like , eat up our God , Or else must We not in Heaven have aboad ? Must Fire and Wood burn all that won't bow , Worship S. Doll , and the Devil knows who ? Must Ignorance be our Guide to Glory , Then Heaven I 'm sure is but an Old Story . Must all Men be blind that open their Eyes , That Priests may do what they please with their Wives● Must killing of Kings , and Princes to boot Be Marks that the Pope is sound at the Root ? Must a Conclave of Rogues , and Jesuit Priests , Perswade all the World to Worship the Beast ? Must the Pope order all by Sea and by Land , Who must turn out , and who is to 〈◊〉 Must those be intrusted that swear and receive What e're you impose , that they may deceive ? Must Iudas be saved that eat of the Sop ? No , by the Mass , he deserved the Rope : Must such be employed at Sea and at Shore , That would subvert all to set up the Whore ? Must those be good that designed to seem such ? Who in Parliament time subscrib'd to the Church : Must We all be undone by a damn'd Popish Crew , Some that is about us , and some We ne're knew ? Must the King and his Friends see and know this , And yet be advised that nothing's amiss ? Must this be the Trap , then the Devil take it , Our Hogs We 've brought to a blessed Market . Vpon the Execution of the late Viscount STAFFORD . I. SHall every Jack and every Jill , That rides in State up Holbourn Hill By aid of Smithfield Rhymes defie The Malice of Mortality ? And shall Lord Stafford dye forgot ? He that would needs be such a Sot , To dye for love of a damn'd Plot ? No , Viscount , no ; believe it not . II. Diana's Temple , all in flame , Advanc'd th' Incendiaries Name ; Ruffians , and Bauds , and Whores , and Theives , In Ballad Records live new lives : And shall a Lord because a Traytor , In such an Age so given to flatter , Want that which others , Saints to him , Ne're want to fame them , Words , and Rhime . III. Oh Sir ! the Papishes , you know Have much more gratitude than so ; For this same Lord that brake the Laws Of God and Man , to serve their Cause , Shall live in Pravers , and Almanacks Beyond what Ballad-Monger makes ; And some Years hence , you 'l see , shall work Such Miracles , would turn a Turk . IV. Blest is that Man that has a Box To save the Saw-dust in , that sokes His tainted Blood , or can besmeare One corner of his Muckinder : Oh! then , some Ages hence they 'l cry Lo , Stafford's Blood , and shed for why ? For nothing but because he sought To kill his Prince , and sham the Plot. V. Now they that dye for crimes like these , The Papists send to Heaven with case : For they secure 'em safe from Hell , Which once believ'd , the rest is well . A strange Belief , that Men should think That were not drunk with worse than Drink ; That such Rewards as Deifying , By Treason should begain'd and Lying . VI. The Man that for Religion dyes , Has nothing more before his Eyes : But he that dyes a Criminal , Dyes with a load , and none can call Religion that which makes him dream , Obduracy can hide his shame . VII . The Pope may do what he Conjectures As to the business of his Pictures , The Colours ne're can hide the Crimes , Stories will read to after Times . And 't will be found in the Hangman's Hands , Will strangely blur the Pope's Commands . VIII . Had he but shewed some Christmas Gambles , And Headless took St. Denis Rambles : The Plot had been a damnable thing , And down had gon the Scaffolding ; But 'cause his Lordship this forgot , Men still believe there is a Plot. IX . Where was St. Dominick asleep ? Where did St. Frank his Kennel keep ? That on a business so emergen , They did not brisly teize the Virgin ? To let his Lordship play a Prank Her Grace becoming , and his Rank ? X. But they that Heaven and Earth Command , You see sometimes they 're at a stand ; For truth to tell ye , should the Saints Be bound to hear all Fools complaints ; Their Lives would be as void of mirth In Heaven , as formerly on Earth . XI . Now Ballad●wise before he 's dead , To tell ye what the Sufferer said ; He both defended , and gain-said , Held up his hands and cry'd , and pray'd , And swore he ne're was in the Plot , No , by his Vicountship . God wot . XII . Come , come , Sir , had it not been better To have dy'd to Death common Debter ? And that upon your lasting Stone , This Character had been alone ? Here lies a very Honest Lord , True to his King , true to his Word . XIII . But those of your Religion , Are now a days so damn'd high flown , You think that nothing makes a Saint But Plot refin'd , and Treason Quaint ; And Heaven accepts no Offerings , But Ruin'd Kingdoms , Murdered Kings . XIV . Now you that knew who were his Judges , Who found him Guilty without grudges , Who gave him over to the Block , And how he sham'd to save the stroak , If you believe the Speech he made ye , Le'strange , and P — ton's shame degrade ye . XV. Thus us'd all Arts that could cajole , You may be sure , his silly Soul ; And were those promises perform'd , With which his Conscience they had charm'd , Who would betray a Cursed Plot , To be when Dead , the Lord knows what ? XVI . But if those jolly Promises Do send thee into Little ●ase , As certainly they must undo thee , What ever Fools and Knaves said to thee ; Then Phlegeus like in Hell condole , And Curse them that betray'd thy Soul. XVII . Now God preserve our Noble King , And bless all them that thus did bring Unto the Block that silly Head , That car'd not what it did or said . And all good Men may Heaven defend , From such a vile untimely End. The Lord STAFFORD's Ghost , &c. FRom Stygian shade , lo , my pale Ghost doth rise , To visit Earth , and these sublunar Skies ; For some few moments I'm in Mercy sent , To bid my Fellow-Traytors to Repent : Repent before you taste of Horrid Fate , Your Guilt confess , before it be too late . I am not here arriv'd on Earth , to tell The hidden secrets that belong to Hell : Nor am I sent to publish or declare ▪ Who are tormenters , whom tormented there . For now I know that it is Heavens decree , These things to Mortals still shall secrets be ; Who have fantastick Dreams , and nothing know , Of what is done above , or yet below : But I have seen with my Immortal Eyes , Things that with horror do my Soul surprize ; Too late alas ! too late , I see my Sin , With strange Chymera's I 've deluded been , By a curs'd brood , who sounded in my Ear , Dye obstinate , no Chains of Conscience fear : Upon us firmly let your Faith be built , We can and do Absolve you from your Guilt ; And after this , you need no more Repent , For you a Martyr dye , and Innocent . O Cursed Men ! who on Wretches thus Intrude , And thus poor Souls , Eternally delude : Whilst they believe what these deluders say , Li●e is snatch'd from them , and they drop away ; And falling down , by Charon Death they 're hurl'd Into the Mansions of a dismal World , Where Conscience stands , and stares them in the face , Shewing a Table of Eternal Brass : In which in noted Characters are wrot Their whole lifes crimes , which living they forgot . With Conscience these have an Eternal strife , And Curse the vain delusive Dreams of Life : With torment now their crimes read o're and o're , And waking , see they did but Dream before : Too late , and than too late , what Plague is worse ? They see their folly , and themselves they Curse ; They Curse themselves , because they did believe , And doubtly Curse those who did them deceive . When to the fatal Scaffold I was brought , I said , and did what I was bid , and laught , Tho' Conscience said , I did not what I ought . Stoutly the Guilt , as I was bid , deny'd , And for the Cause , I Rome's great Martyr dy'd . I that Religion then esteemed good , And gladly would have seal'd it with my Blood , Because I then no better understood . Let not the World to vain delusions flye , I did for Treason , not Religion , dye . Tho' on the Scaffold I would not confess , My Ghost , alas ! too late can do no less . Let all Complotters warning take by me , The World we may delude , but God doth see ; Tho' what we did should never come to light , It can't be hid from the Almighty's sight : Give God the Glory , and confess your Crime , Confess your horrid Treason while you 've time ; Publick Confession shews you do Repent , And is the best way to grow Innocent . I see too late , I have been led astray , And by Error , far from Truth , was led away ; For that Religion never can be good , That would erect it self by Humane Blood. I pin'd my self upon anothers sleeve , And blindly I did as the Church believe ; What my delusive Guides did bid me do , That I believ'd was Holy , Just , and True. With Zeal I acted , and hop'd for Applause , Of Men and Heaven , in so good a Cause : But Oh! I sigh , and now my Airy Ghost , Shivers to think what Blessings I have lost : The broadway to Destruction then I took , And Vertues Road my blinded Zeal mistook . But you my Friends , who yet are left behind , Now to your selves , and to your Souls be kind ; Open her Eyes , and be no longer blind , Pry my sad End , do you your Errors find . Confess your Crimes before it be too late , Confess , confess , before you yield to Fate : Before from Life , and from the World you go , Before that you descend to Shades below , Before your Souls taste of Eternal Woe . Truth cannot Dye , it stronger is than Death , Remains when Mortals have resign'd their breath ; To amazed Souls with Conscience she appears , To aggravate , and to encrease their fears . Confess her while you live , though drawn to Sin , Repentance with Confession doth begin . Believe no longer that accursed Brood , Who on the Necks of Kings have proudly trod , Nor him who thinks himself an Earthly God. Those Hectoring Jesuits who so Zealous be , Who think to Rule the World by Policy ; Who to the Gallows seem with joy to come , To be the Martyrs , and the Raints of Rome . When Life is fled , and they are gon from hence , In tumbling down are waked into Sense ; Where all amaz'd , and wondring where they 've bin , They howl , and cry , and wish to Dye agin . Beware I say , be fool'd no longer here , For Rhadamanthus is a Judge severe . Hark! I am call'd , I must descend below , But let me Prophesie before I go : See the bright Star● which o're your Heads doth shine , I can as well as Gadbury Divine ; What the bright stream of Radient Light doth mean , Which every Night so frequently is seen . Hear me , O Rome ! though in your Cause I dy'd , Nigh is the setting of your Pomp and Pride : That Star doth shew , that day is near at hand , That Rome no longer shall the world command , And many Years it hath not now to stand . By that bright stream , which still points to the East , The Everlasting Gospel's Light 's exprest : Which just is breaking forth , and doth bespeak , That its most Glorious Day 's about to break ; When Peace , and Truth , and Righteousness shall stand , Everlasting Pillars set in every Land , And Christ in Power alone the world command . Then shall the world shine with Eternal Glory , And Perhaps , may then leave PVRGATORY . The Ghosts of Edward Fitz Harris , and Oliver Plunket , who were Executed at Tyburn for High Treason , &c. Fitz Harirs . I Groan and Languish to Relate My Countries present Case and State , Which now lies under pressures great . I have been in my time a Thing , That would have done ought 'gainst the King , Whereby I Popery in might bring . I Boggled not Shams to devise , Whereby to charge upon ( with Lies ) The Presbyterians Plotting Guise . Tho' they in Truth for ought I knew , Had naught under design or view But what was Loyal , Just , and True. In order this Sham-Plot to vent , I a damn'd Libell did invent , 'gainst both the King and Government . Plunket . Tush , Fellow Martyr , Tush I say , You do what misbecomes your way , Rome's Plottings if you do betray . For what Man ever think you , got A Pardon for being in the Plot , That to the last deny'd it not ? Or ever heard you was there one That was o' th Roman Church a Son , But went on as he had begun ? D' ye think you ever sav'd shall be , If you retract not what you say , And Holy Church don't justifie ? I as a Priest pronounce you damn'd , You shall be into Hell now Cram'd , If you persist in things forenam'd . And there in endless Torments lye , Whilst all our Rogueries I deny , And thereby into Heaven fly . Fitz. If Heaven Sir , you think to win , By persevering in known Sin , You will I doubt fall into th' Gin. For if one Crime that unrepented Be damnable , how you 've prevented Your Fate I know not , but contented Am , that you should a Papist dye , And so by telling many a lye , To Heav'n reach , but I , Poor I , Will make a free and true discov'ry Of what I know at large or by Of this vile Plot which I decry ; ●ost Heartily confessing , that 〈◊〉 truly sorry am , for what ●●ve done , t' advance the Romish Plot. ●or now at last I plainly see ●omes Religion's damn'd Heresie ●ept up , and carryed on by Cursed Cruelty . ●or else how comes it pray about , Our Friends to 'th Cause have been so stout Toth ' very last , to brave it out ? 〈◊〉 wonder how you durst presume , God's Sacred Name in Mouth t'assume , To justifie your Lyes , and Rome . And thereby weakly to keep up The Credit of your damn'd Pope , Tho 't cost you Hell for 't , and a Rope . I do confess I justly dye For serving you and Popery , In Villanies I Blush to say . My Judges freely I forgive , Being one no way deserv'd to Live , No , nor the grace of a Reprieve . 'T was favour great indeed , I think , For th' King to give me , on the brink Of my sad Fate , time e're I sink . Wherein I reconcil'd might be To the enraged Diety , For Crimes against His Majesty . And might my Countries danger tell , And what had surely it befell , ( Viz. ) All Protestants that therein dwell . Oh! that this time allotted me , Whereon depends my Eternity , May tend to extirpate Popery . May I therein do all such things , As may Attone the King of Kings , Which is the thing true comfort brings . And likewise warn poor England yet , In this dark day , e're it be too late , To avoid both French and Popish ▪ State. And may it , as one Man , oppose It self to Ruin by its Foes , And strive to save it self from Threat and Woes . May now my Soul lie down in Peace , And ne're hereafter may it cease , To praise the God of Infinite Grace . Pl. What long Harangues , Sir , have you mad● You 've made me by 'em quite afraid , To Persevere in what I said . I do confess likewise , that I Concern'd was much i' th Villany , For which I am Condemn'd to Die. And that from Popish Treachery , England was like Reduc'd to be . To French and Romish Tyranny . But this I always took for Truth , That what comes out o' th' Churches Mouth , Is Oracle from North to South . And when I knew the Church had given Power to go on with the Old Leaven , I thought it surely come from Heaven . But now I doubt I was mistaken , And fear Rome Babel will be shaken , If England throughly awaken . I am in Truth in doubt , we shall E're long receive a lasting fall , Ne're more to vex the World at all . And though I Dye o' th' Church of Rome , Yet I believe those things will come Upon her , which will be the Final Doom . Fitz. Sir , If you do these things Believe , Your self you wretchedly deceive , If that you quickly don 't receive . The Protestants Religion 's good , Which I almost Conform to cou'd , But for my having sought their Blood. Pl. If then Sir , you are not convinced Which is the Right , pray do not mince it , But leave to Time for to evince it . And let us hearttly both joyn , And in our Prayers now combine , I' th' words of the ensuing Line . Both. May God long Bless the King , we Pray , And all Plots 'gainst him still bewray . Popish and Factious , and let all Men lay Amen . The Answer of Coleman's Ghost , to H. N's . POETICK OFFERING . Rise Nevil , Rise and do not punish me , With the vain sight of your Idolatry . You may with equal Reason call upon The good Saint I●arus or Phaeton , Who do the Sacred Name deserve as far , As some who blush in Roman Kalendar : With like Ambition I design'd to know No other Triumphs but of things below ; And rather labour'd how there might be given , French Crowns , postponing all the Crowns of Heaven . Favour'd in this , because kind Heaven declines My high Intr●gues , and baffles my Designs . None with more covetous Zeal pursu'd our Cause , Or fell a more due Sacrifice to Laws . In that sad day when strangled Life expir'd , And the just flames my bloody Limbs requir'd , Whilst my hot Soul in hasty flight retires , From Tyburns only Purgatory Fires . Immortal shapes crowd on in Troops to view , My Plotting Soul and stopt me as I flew , Such Spirits who Incarnate ever mov'd In their By-Paths , and never quiet lov'd . The Cunning Machiavel drew near and fear'd , Screek't a● the sight of me and disappeard . Shewing how weak all human Plots are laid , Where Hopes and Souls have always been betray'd . Scylla and Marius wondring at our Crimes , Pityed the near misfortune of our times , Sigh'd at those streams of blood which were to run , And curst our Tables of Proscription . Fierce Cataline our Villany decry'd , To whom the bold Cethegus soon reply'd , How New Rome imitates and yet exceeds In dire Conspiracies our puny deeds ! Great Caesars Ghost with Envy lookt on me , That for Romes sake I aim'd at more than he , To Conquer all the Isles of Britanny , Yet blam'd the Cruelties which were to come , From that Dictator which now reigns at Rome . Spiritual Dictator ! who more controuls Than he , and claps his Fetters on our Souls ? He told me old Romes Walls had longer stood , If Romulus had spar'd his Brothers blood And that Romes happiness grew always worse , When it resembled the fierce Wolf its Nurse . Ah , my good Friend , how clearly do I find , In this new State the faults of human kind . Nothing procures so high a place above , As Universal Charity and Love , Infus'd and manag'd by the Heavenly Dove Heav'n is quiet Kingdom which we call Your injur'd Scriptures true Original , There no false Comments on the Text appear , Nor must Trents Swurio●s Council dom●●eer . Sometime with me , dear Nevel , you must grant , The Church Triumphant to be Protestant . If against them on Earth Romes Malice thrives , 'T is not Romes Cause prevails , but their ill Lives . So Babylon of old vext Israel , And wicked Men raise Enemies from Hell. As once on Earth I did your good attend , So now for Love I am your Ghostly Friend : Let your Soul hate all bloody ways and things , To subvert States and Laws , to murther Kings . Or you are sure to equal my disgrace , And without Mercy you may name your place . A Dialogue between the POPE and the TURK , Concerning the Propagation of the Catholick Faith. POPE . HAil mighty Monarch ! by whose aid I hope I shall subdue , And for the future make afraid The whole Heretical Crew ; You will both wise and grateful prove While you with me combine , Who always have shew'd you my love , And now your good design . TVRK . What mean these ambiguities With which to me you come ? Is th' Oracle of doubtful lies From Delphos gone to Rome ? Your kindness I ne're understood , Whatever you pretend To him , to whom you ne'er did good , How can you be a Friend ? POPE . Ungrateful Man ! do you forget How I did once betray The Grecian-Empire , which as yet Your Scepter doth obey ? I did the Greeks to Florence call , And kept them there with me : And you were Master made of all , Before we could agree . TVRK . This manifests your wickedness And makes your cause yet worse ; I see no reason you to bless , Though Greece hath cause to Curse : You prove your Treachery indeed , But not your love to me , You 'd ne're have helpt me in my need , If they 'd submitted t' ee . POPE . I think I stood your Friend ( good Sir ) When Iames did aspire : I both did keep him Prisoner , And poyson'd him for hire ; Then against France 't was I did send For your victorious Arms , With promise that I would defend Your Kingdoms from all harms . TVRK . Two Hundred Thousand Florens , when You did my Brother's work , You had : The Benefactor then Was not the Pope but Turk ; 'T is true , me once you did invite Your int'rest to advance ; Not cause you lov'd me , but for spite Against the King of France . POPE . Though still Ingratitude you pay For kindnesses good store , If you 'l be rul'd , I 'le on you lay One obligation more ▪ I 'le raise your Empire yet so high , That you shall straitway yield That I pull down , and only I Do Monarchies rebuild . TVRK . For all your talk , I still do fear That while you make a pother , And with one hand pretend to rear , You pull down with the other : But what is 't now that I must do , My Kingdoms to extend ; That I may see at last that you Are really my Friend ? POPE . Why first I 'le give you all those Lands That 'gainst me do Rebel , Go take them strait into your Hands , I 've curst their Kings to Hell ; I freely to the King of Spain The British Islands gave : He wanted strength those Isles to gain , Which I am sure you have . TVRK . You 're generous Sir , and at one word Great Territories grant , Which if Men gain not by the Sword , They must for ever want : So while you Saintship give to some , And frankly Heaven bestow , I doubt ( what ere 's decreed at Rome ) Their Portion is below . POPE . Whether Heav'n and Hell are in my gift I do not greatly care , ( Let learned Men those Questions sift ) sure earthly Kingdoms are ; I can from antient deeds declare What pow'r belongs to me : The greatest Kings are what they are By my Authority . TVRK . I 've often heard what Tricks you use To help you in your needs , Sometimes you do the World abuse With forged Books and Deeds : Sometimes you Kingdoms give away ( As now you do to me ) Hoping that thus obliged , they Your Vassals still will be . POPE . If I your Benefactor be , I hope you won't think much , ( When I 've rais'd you to high degree ) To Honour me as such : If Vniversal Monarchy You do receive from me , The Vniversal Pastor I May be allow'd to be . TVRK . I understand your kindness now , Me thus you will advance , If unto you I 'le cringe and bow , And after your Pipe dance ; Then you 'l unto me be so kind , That you will crack your brain , Some place i' th Alcoran to find , That shall your Pride maintain . This Honour more you 'l on me heap . Whenever I you meet , That on my Knees I strait must creep , To Kiss your Worships Feet . When ere your Pride I do oppose , You 'l curse me strait to Hell ; My Subjects too shall ne're want those Shall stir them to Rebel . You still unto me plagues will send As you have done to others ▪ From Priests I must my self defend , Worse than aspiring Brothers : Where you set foot no Prince is free , But strait must be your slave , Good Sir , pray cease to treat with me ; I other business have . On Sir John Oldcaste , Lord Cobham , who suffered ' December 1417. ROMES old new fraud in Cobhoms Fate we view ; The Hereticks must still be Traitors too ; All Popish Sham-plots are not hatch'd of late Long since thir Int'rest cnllid in the State ; For God ; and for the King the Prelates cry'd But only meant thir own Revenge and Pride . Had the sly Meal-tub fadg'd , or Irish Oathes Been Jury-proof , old Churches hated Foes Ere now , had been Old-Castled , Hang'd and Burn'd ; And Loyalst Patriots into Rebells turn'a . But Midwife time at last brings Truth to light , For after Death each Man receives his right . Then sleep , brave Hero ! till last Judgments day Raisins to Glory thy twice martyr'd Clay Romes Malice , and thy Innocence display Ignoramus : a Song . To the Tune Law lies a bleeding . [ 1 ] SInce Popish Plotters , Join'd with Bog-Trotters , Sham Plots are made as fast , as Pots are form'd by Potters , Against these Furies There no such Cure is , As what our Law provides , our True and Loyal Iuries . The Action and Paction Thar breeds our Distraction , Is secretly contrived by the Popish Faction . Who sham us and flam us , Trepan us , and damn us , And then grow enraged when they hear Ignoramus . [ 2 ] Traytors are rotten , Yet not forgotten , Nor Meal Tub Devices , which never well did cotten , At evr'y Season Inventing Treason , And Shams that none believed that had or Sense or Reason With fetches and stretches , These notorious Wretches Would get loyal Subjects into their bloody clutches . They sham us , and flam us , &c. [ 3 ] If wicked Tories Could pack their Iuries , That would believe black , white , and all their lying Stories Then by Art Stygian Whig's prov'd a Widgeon , And should be hang'd for plotting against the Popes Religion . They 'd hear a , and swear a Thing that was a meer a Gross Lie as e'r was told , and find it Bella vera . Then sham us and flam us , &c. [ 4 ] This IGNORAMUS , For which they blame us , And to the pit of Hell , so often curse and damn us , Are Men by Tryal . Honest and Loyal , And for their King and Country ready are to dieall , They show it and vow it , Honest Men to know it , Their Loyalty they hold , and never will forgo it . They sham us and flam us , &c. [ 5 ] At the Old-Baily Where men don't dally And Traytors oft are try'd , as Coleman , Whitebread , Staley , Was late Indicted , Witnesses cited , A loyal Protestant , who spight of Rogues was righted , Offences commences 'Gainst all Mens Senses , 'Cause the honest Jury believed not Evidences . They sham us and flam us , &c. [ 6 ] For which a Villain Who for ten Shilling To hang a Protestant shall be found very willing . Now at this season And without reason , Shall call the Jury Traytors , and the Law make Treason In fashion is passion , Curses and Damnation , How quiet should we be , were Rogues sent to their station ▪ They sham us , and flam us , &c. [ 7 ] 'Las what is Conscience i th' Iesuits own Sence . For the Church one may lie , and forswear without offence ▪ Now what a Lurry , Keeps barking Tory , 'Cause he is not able the Innocent to whorry ! Doth wrangle and brangle , 'Cause he cannot intangle , Nor bring honest Tony to the Block or Triangle . They sham us and flam us , &c. 8 I 'll tell you what , Sir You must go Plot , Sir , And get better Witness e'r wise men go to pot Sir , When such abettors , Protestant haters Would damn their souls to hell to make them wicked Traytors ; We mind it and wind it , And are not now blinded , For what we now reject , no honest Iury ' le find it , They sham us and flam us , They ram us and dam us , When according to the Law , we find Ignoramus . A SONG . [ 1 ] A Pox on Whigs we 'l now grow wise let 's cry out guard the Throne , By that we 'l damn the Good Old Cause , and make the Game our own : Religion , that shall stoop to us , and so shall Liberty , We 'l make their Laws as thin as Lawn , such Tory Rogues are We. [ 2 ] When once that Preaching Whineing Crew are crush'd and quite undone , The Poor we 'l banish by our Laws , and all the rest we 'l burn . Then Abbey-Lands shall be possest by those whose right they be , We 'l cry up Laws , but none we 'l use , such Tory Rogues are We. [ 3 ] The Name of Protestant we hate , the Whigs they know it well , And since we can't it longer hide let 's Truth genteely tell . Now Dam me is good Manners grown , and tends to Gallantry , We 'l S — the Nation out of Doors , such Cursed Rogues are We. [ 4 ] What care We for a Parliament , no Mony comes from thence , Would they but give us Coyn enough , we 'l spend the Nations pence . These Two-penny States-men all shall down , a goodly sight to see , To finish all , we 'l plunder 'um too , such Sons of Whores are We. [ 5 ] We 'l build more Universities , for there lies all our hope , And to th' Crape Gown we 'l cringe and creep supposing 't were a Pope ; ●y what he will we 'l him believe , if true or false it be , ●nd while he prays we 'l Drink his Health , such Tory Rogues are We , [ 6 ] What Pimping Whig shall dare controule , or check the Lawful Heir , We 'l take the Rascal by the Pole , and Pox of all his Hair. Then here goes honest Iame's Health , come drink it on your Knee , ●zowns we 'l have none but honest So●ls , such Tory Rogues are We. [ 7 ] These Crafty Whigs are subtle Knaves to give them all their due , And yet we bauk'd the Popish Plot , though they had sworn it true . For this you know who we may thank , But Mum for that , yet we Are bound to pray and praise him for 't , such Tory Rogues are We. [ 8 ] When all these Zealous Whigs are down , we 'l drink and fall a roaring , And then set up the Tripple Crown , 't will Saint us all for Whoreing . When we have quite inslav'd 'um all , our selves cannot be free , Then prithee Devil claim thy own , 〈…〉 9 We 'l chuse their Sheriffs and Juries too and then pretend 't is Law , We 'l bring more Irish o're to swear 'gainst those they never saw : We 'l seize their Charters then they must come beg 'um on their Knee , If this won't do we 'l call the French , such cursed Rogues are We. On the Death of the PLOT . ALas ! what thing can hope Death's Hand to 'scape , When Mother-Plot her self is brought to Crape ? The teeming Matron at the last is Dead ; But of a numerous Spawn first brought to Bed : The little Shamms , Abortives , without Legs , ( She laid , and hatch'd , as fast as Hens do Eggs. ) But they no sooner peep'd into the Light , Than they kick'd up , and bid the World good night . The Bantlings dyed always in their Cradle , And th' Eggs , tho' kept in Meal-Tubs , still prov'd addle . She liv'd to see her Issue go before her ; And some made ( Tyburn-Saints ) who did adore her . But what is strange , and not to be forgot , The Plotters liv'd to see the Death of Plot : And O — if now he will his Credit save , Must raise thee up like Lazarus from the Grave . Men , who their Sences have , do more than think Thee dead , when it is plain thou now do'st stink . Well fare thee Dead ; for living thou mad'st work , For Heathen , Iew , for Christian , and for Turk , For Honest Men , and Knaves , for Wise , and Fool , And eke for many a witless , scribling Tool ; Who now sit mute , pick Teeth , and scratch the Head , Now th' Idol-Mother-Plot of Plots is dead . But loath these are to believe News so sad , And swear they think that all the World are mad : But blame them not for being so much vext , To lose the Uses of a gainful Text. These swear she 's in an Epileptick Fit , And P — will bring her out of it . Let them think on , and their dear selves deceive , When I shall see her rise , I will believe , And not before ? In the mean time from me , Accept , for her , this slender Elegy . I do confess she does deserve the Rhimes Of all the ready Writers of the Times : But with wet Eyes they do in silence mourn , As if they 'd drown the Ashes in her Urn. But here she lies whom none alive could paint , Old Mother Plot , the Devil and the Saint . A Popish-Protestant , Hermophradite , An hidden piece that none could bring to Light. A Mother , and a Monster rare , who had A numerous Issue , and without a Dad ; A very strange , and an unnatural Elf , Who hatch'd , brought forth , and then eat up her self ; Who 's Dead , and stinks , yet whole , and will not Was , is not now , yet ne're shall be forgot . An uncouth Mystery of a Medley Fame , A Plot , a Mother-Plot without a Name . FINIS . Books Printed for Iohn How , at the Sign of the Seven Stars , at the South-West corner of the Royal Exchange , in Cornhil . THe Present State of London . The Protestant School-Master , being plain and easiy Directions for Spelling and Reading English , and an Account of all the Plots , Treasons , Murders and Massacres , committed by the Papists , on the Protestants in most Countrys in Europe , for near 600 Years . Catastrophy Mundi , or Merlin Reviv'd , with Mr. Lilly 's Hiroglyphicks . Romes Follies , or the Amorous Fryars : a Play. 〈…〉 POEMS ON Several Occasions . Written by the E. of R. Dr. Wild and others of the Choicest Modern Wits . THE SECOND PART . LONDON , Printed for Iohn How , at the Seven Stars at the South-West Corner of the Royal Exchange in Cornhill , 1683. Dr. WILD's Poem . In nova fert Animus , &c. OR , A New Song TO AN OLD FRIEND From An OLD POET , Upon the Hopeful New Parliament . WE are All tainted with the Athenian Itch , News , and new Things do the whole World bewitch . Who would be Old , or in Old fashions Trade ? Even an Old Whore would fain go for a Maid : The Modest of both Sexes , buy new Graces , Of Perriwigs for Pates , and Paint for Faces . Some wear new Teeth in an old Mouth ; and some Carve a new Nose out of an aged Bum. Old Hesiod's gods Immortal Youth enjoy : Cupid , though Blind , yet still goes for a Boy ; Under one Hood Hypocrite Ianus too , Carries two fa●es , one Old , th' other New. Apollo wears no Bea●d , but still looks young ; Diana , Pallas , 〈◊〉 , all the throng Of Muses , Graces , Nymphs , look Bri●k ▪ and Gay , Priding themselves in a perpetual May : Whiles doting Saturn , Pluto , Priserpin● , At their own ugly Wrinkles Rage and Grin ; The very Furies in their looks do twine . Snakes , whose embro●dered skins 〈◊〉 their shine ; And nothing makes Great Iuno chafe an●●cold , But Ioves new Misses slighting her as ●●ld . Poets , who others can Immo●tal 〈◊〉 , When they grow Gray , their 〈…〉 ; And seek young Temples , where they may , 〈◊〉 Green ; No Palsie ●and , may wash in Hypocrene ; 'T was not Terse Clarret , Eggs , and 〈◊〉 , Nor Gobbets Crown'd with Gre●k or Span●● Wine , Could make new Flames in Old Ben Iohnsons V●ins , But his Atto●ps prov'd l●nk and languid strain : His New Inn ( so he nam'd his youngest Pla● , Prov'd a blind Ale-house , cry'd down the first Day : His own dull Epitaph — Here lies Ben Iohnson , ( Half drunken too ) He Hick●upt — who was once one ▪ Ah! this sad once one ! once we Trojans were ; Oh , better never , if not still we are . Rhymes of Old Men , Iliack passions be , When that should downward go , comes up we see , And are like Iews-Ears in an Elder-Tree ; When Spectacles do once bestride the Nose , The Poet's Gallop turns to stumbling Prose . Sir , I am Old , Cold , Mould ; and you might hope To see an Alderman dance on a Rope , A Iudge to act a Gallant in a Play , O● an Old ●luralist Preach twice a day ▪ Of 〈…〉 Taylor make a Valiant Knight , 〈…〉 of a Iesuite ; As a● Old ●ald-pate ( such as mine you know ) Sh●●ld make his Hair , or Wit and Fancy grow ; 〈◊〉 is there need that such a Block as I S●ould now be hew'd into a Mercury . When Winter 's gone , the O●d his foot may spare , And to the Nightingales resign the Air. Such is the beautiful new face of things : By Heavens kind Influences , and the Kings , Joy should inspire ; and all in measures move , And every Citizen a Virgil prove . Each Protestant turn Poet ; and who not Should be suspected guilty of the Plot If now the day doth dawn , our Cocks forbear To clap their Wings and Crow , you well may swear , It is their want of Loyalty , not Wit , That makes them sullen , and so silent sit . Galli of Gallick kind — I 'le say no more , But that their Combs are Cut , and they are sore ; Yet to provoke them , my Old Cock shall Crow , That so his Eccho round the Town may go . Upon the new Parliament . MY Landlord underprop't his House some years , Was often warn'd — 'T would fall about his Ears ; For the main Timber , That above , and under , By every Bla●t was apt to rend asunder . This year He gently took all down , and then What of the Old prov'd sound , did serve agen . May all the New be Heart of English Oak , And the whole House stand firm from fatal stroke , And nothing in 't , the Founder e're provoke . My Grandam , when her Bees were old and done , Burnt the old Stock , and a new Hive begun ; And in one year she found a greater store Of Wax and Honey than in all before . Variety and Novelty delights ; Old Shooes and Mouldy Bread are Gibeonites . When Cloaths grow thread bare , & breeds Vermin too , To Long-Lane with them , and put on some new : When Wine turns Vinegar — All Art is vain , The World can never make it Wine again . 'T is time to wean that Child , who bites the Breast ; And Chase those fowls , that do befowl the Nest. When Nolls Nose found the Rump began to smell ; He dock't it , and the Nation lik'd it well . Cast the old-mark't and greazy Cards away , And give 's a new Pack , else we will not Play ; Nothing but Pork , and Pork , and Pork to eat ! Good Landlord give 's fresh COMMONS for our Meat . Trent Council Thirty years lay sows'd in pickle , Until it prov'd a stinking Conventicle . And now Old Rome plays over her old Tricks , This Seventy-nine , shall pay for Sixty-six : Out of the Fire , like new refined Gold , How bright new London looks above the Old ! All Creatures under Old Corruptions groan , And for a New Creation make their moan : The Phoenix ( of her self grown weary ) dyes Unto succession a burnt-Sacrifice : Old Eagles breed bad Hawks , and they worse Kites , And they blind Buzzards ( as Old Pliny Writes ) , Deans , Prebends , Chaplins think themselves have wrong , When Bishops live unmercifully long ; And poor Dissenters beg they may ascend Into a Pulpit from the Tables end . And who hath not by good experience found Best Crops are gained by new-broken ground . And the first feed — OATS sifted clean and sound ? But yet Old Friends , Old Gold , Old King , I prise : Old Tyburn take them who do otherwise : Heaven Chase the Vulture from our Eagles Nest , And let no Ravens this March-Brood molest ; Another . BReak , Sacred Morn , on our expecting Isle , An● make our Albion's sullen Genius Smile ; His Brightest Glories let the Sun Display , He Rose not with a more important Day Since CHARLES Return'd on his Triumphant way : Gay as a Bridegroom then our Eves he drew , And now seems Wedded to his Realms anew . Great Senate , hast , to joyn your Royal Head , Best Council by the best of Monarchs sway'd : Methinks our Fears already are o're blown , And on our En'mies Coast their Terrour thrown . Darlings of Fame , you Brittish Bards that wrote Of Old , as warmly as our Heroes fought , Aid me a bold Advent'rer for the Fame O' th' British State , and Touch me with your Flame ; Steep my rude Quill in your diviner Stream , And raise my daring Fancy to my Theam . Give me th' Heroick Wings — to Soar as High As Icarus did , I would like Icarus Die ! Now I behold the bright Assembly Met , And 'bove the Rest our Sacred Monarch Set , Charm'd with the dazling Scene , without a Crime , My Thoughts reflect on th' Infancy of Time , And wrap me in Idea's most Sublime . I think how at the new Creation , Sate Th' Eternal Monarch in his Heaven 's fresh State ; The Stars yet wondring at each others Fires , And all the Sons of Glory Rankt in Quires . Hail , awful Patriots , Peers by Birth , and you The Commons , for high Vertues , Noble too ! The First by Heav'n , in this Assembly plac'd , And by Heav'ns Voice , the Peoples Votes , the Last . As Various Streams from distant Regions fall , And in the Deep their general Council call ; Conveying thence Supplies to their first Source , And fail not to maintain their rowling Course : Our Senate thus , from every Quarter call'd , And in compleat Assembly here Install'd , Shall deal their Influence to each Province round , And in our Isle no 〈◊〉 Spot be found . Iustice as plenteous as our Thames shall Flow , In Peace the Sailer Steer , and Peasant Plow . From Forreign wrongs safe shall our Publick be , And Private Rights from Home Oppressors free : Degrees observ'd , Customs and Laws obey'd , Dues , less through Force , than Fear of Scandal paid . Proceed , brave Worthies then to your Debates ; Nor to Decree alone our Private Fates , But to Judge Kingdoms and dispose of States . From You their Rise , or Downfall , they assume , Expecting from our Capitol their Doom ▪ You Form their Peace and War , as You approve They close in Leagues , or to fierce Battel move . And though the Pride of France has swell'd so high A Warlike Empire's Forces to D●fie , To crush th' United Lands Confed'rate Pow'r , And silence the loud Belgian Lion's Roar ; Yet let their Troops in Silent Triumph come From Vanquisht Fields , and Steal their Trophies home , Take care their Cannon at Iust Distance Roar , Nor with too near a Volley rouze our Shore ; Left our disdaining Islanders Advance With Courage taught long since to Conquer France , Seizing at Once their Spoils of many a Year , And Cheaply Win what they oft bought too Dear : Their late Success but juster Fear affords , For they are now grown Worthy of our Swords . Howe're 't must be confest , the Gallick Pow'rs Can ne're Engage on Equal Terms with Ours . In Nature we have th' Odds , they Dread , we Scorn , The English o're the French are Conqu'rers Born. The Terrour still of our Third Edwards Name Rebukes their Pride , and Damps their tow'ring Fame ; Nor can the Tide of many rouling Years Wash the stain'd Fields of Cressey and Po●ctiers . A pointed Horrour strikes their Bosoms still , When they Survey that famous , fatal Hill , Where Edward with his Host Spectator stood , And left the Prince to make the ●onquest good . The Eagle thus from her fledg'd Young withdraws , Trusts 'em t' engage whole Troops of Kites and Daw● . Nor has the black Remembrance left their Brest , How our Fifth Harry to their Paris prest , Whilst France wept blood for their hot Dauphins Jest , We fore't their Cavalry their Foot t'ore-run , As Tides withstood , bear their own Billows down : Such was the Virtue of our Ancestours , And such , on just Resentment , shall be Ours ; Our temper'd Valour just Pretence requires , As Flints are Struck , before they shew their Fires . Vpon the Prentices-Feast at Merchant-Taylors-Hall . THe busie Town grew still , and City Fops Had bid adieu to melancholly Shops , Had left their lonesome Cell● , and did repair To Drink , to Whore , to Feast , or take the air , I knew not which ; but being Young I follow'd The shouting croud , and most devoutly hollow'd . At length arrived at a place they call The Cockscombs-Court or Merchant-Taylors-Hall , Where the starv'd Prentices kept Carnival , I enter'd ; where in most prodigious sort Tables were placed al-a-mode at Court , I saw a Monster as I entered in ( At first I took him for a rowling Pin ) 'Till bowing with a grave Majestick grace Drew up his chaps ; and said , Sir take your place ; And so I did , for at a Loyal Dinner There is no difference 'twixt Saint and Sinner : In one place sat an hungry Irish Teague , And in another a fly cunning Whigg ; In drouzy murmurs eccho'd round the Hall The different voices of the Festival : At length the young shop Beagles enter'd in , And made a most confused hideous din ; They yelp and bawl upon the hunting strain As if they meant to kill the Bucks again , Till monumental Pasty did arise , Which stopt their Tongues and feasted all their eyes , The sharp set Prentices could scarce forbear While Dr. Crape did say a Puny Prayer , Which he made hast to do ; but kept his Eye Divinely fixt upon a Pudding pye , Least some base sneaking Rascal should convey The Schollars well beloved bit away . He having said , they all did cease from prating , Left speaking nonsence , and all fell to eating . One crys God save the King ! Rips up a Pye , But trayterous steam did put out every Eye . And then he damns the Cook , and calls him So● To serve a Pasty up that was so hot ; Another gently tastes , and then he swore In all his Life he ne're eat Buck before ; Another his long silence 'gan to break , But 's mouth was fill'd so full he could not speak ; A fourth ( whom they deem'd to be i' th right ) Declar'd 't was better for to eat then fight . At length their hungry paunches being full , With fill'd up Glasses , and with empty Scull , Bending their Marrow-bones unto the ground , With hoarse huzza's the Loyal Health went round . How many converts Wine and Age do make ? When forc'd the earthly Region to forsake , The aged Sinners whine in pious tone ; So every Drunkard is a Loyal Drone . I ( who as Loyal am , as tite , as true As any of the Drunken Tory crew ) Of all the modern Healths ne're drank but this The best , the Loyallest , his Majesties . But now was forc'd to drink all Healths of Fame A Catalogue , alas ! too hard to name ; For which base fact , I 'm markt a fallen star In every Presbiterian Callender ; But if they call me sot and fool , and say I was a Rogue ; it was but for a day ; I drank a Papist Health , and since 't was so I had a mental reservation too ; I in deceit to some a fool did show , Tories to all are naturally so ; Free from the Peoples censure and disdain I 've cast my Tories skin , and now am Whigg again . A Rejoynder to the Whiggish Poem upon the Tory-Prentices-Feast at Marchant-Taylors-Hall . WELL ! Tory Poets answers come at last , The Tory Sots never write Verse in hast ; Or else the Cur got drunk like snoaring Sow , Lay under Board , and never wak't 'till now ; But if the noise the yelping Beagles keep Did waken him , his Verse I 'm sure 's asleep . I 'le swear , I thought ( when first I looked on His Poem ) he had sent me back mine own : It began alike ; alike almost throughout , 'T was only mine was turn'd the inside out : 'T is a damn●d ●rick the Tory Tools have got , To kill an Enemy with his own Shot : Had he not imped me , he 'd been to seek For an Exordium another week ; For of the To●y Poets I must say It 's a witty Rogue can write a Verse a day But Gaffer-Goose-Cap , who tould you such stories , His Majesty sent Bucks to feast the Tories ? You might as well have said the King was drest In Royal Robes , and came to be your guest . But you may speak amiss , amiss may do , It had been Treason if I had said so ; Tories may murder Fame , may Honour kill , May slander Kings , and yet be Loyal still , Their Loyalty consist in doing ill , You may 't is like by these your Verses lewd , Make the mistaken To●y multitude Believe I Treason spake , and that I swore , And I may safely say , you 'l Drink and Whore , But this for truth they all do know before . That Noble-men were Priests , I ne're said so ; But Doctor Crape-Gown's may , for ought I know ; 'T was Scandalum magnatum , if I do in jest But speak one word 'gainst Stewards of the Feast ; Though Lords be high , yet Prentices are low , And lowsie Taylors still were counted so : You may say what you please , but without doubt I may speak Treason against the Rugged-Rout ; And Silly Fops 'cause they 've all Whiggs abhorr'd , Shall have as good a title as a Lord ; And prosecute for scandal whom they please : Such Lordly things are lordly Prentices . No , silly Citts ! for ever doom'd to Shops , Keep still your antient titles , Fools and Fops . This Sham won't take ; I 'm Loyal still and true , Although I 'm scandaliz'd by traiterous you ; Disloyal Tories ! you the Traytors are ; Whilst Loyal Baxter , Curtis , Loyal Care. Bravely maintain their Soveraigns right in truth , Without e're feasting of the snotty Youth , True Whiggs ne're stoopt to such mean tricks as these , To feast the hungry sniveling Prentices . Illustrious Charles ! by all that 's great and high ! ( Tho I am branded with Disloyalty ) No fawning Courtier e're shall so much glose As I 'le detest thine and thy Nations Foes ; No Charles the third , nor budding Embryo-King Shall be the Subject for my Muse to sing . Whilst thou do live ; let Traiterous Tories sooth , And raise Sedition in the Factious Youth ; Long may'st thou live and flourish in thy Throne , Whilst all these little Kings shall basely tumble down . An Answer to the Tories Pamphlet called , The Loyal Feast : To the Tune of Sauney will never be my Love again . TOries are Tools of Irish Race , And well belov'd by Blades of the Town ; They 've Irish Hearts , but an English Face , And Dammee and Huzza is all their tone . With Abhorring and Addressing their time is spent , Quaffing and Cursing , though all in vain : But the main thing they fear is an honest Parliament For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain . 2. Tories are made like Bristol Cans , Round and hollow , but I 'le tell you more anon ; The Word is , Dammee Iack ! meet me at Sams ; There 's honest Roger , and Flat-footed Tom , Huffing and swearing in Silk so fine , Black-Coats , Red-Coats , Lord and Swain ; E're long they 'l Petition Caesar to resign , For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain . 3. These are the Lads that fight the Pope's Cause , And all resolved , like pious good men , To hang by nothing but the Right Line and Laws , If the Pope and his Crew return not again ; Bristol's Tears and England's Woes , With Scotland's Groans , do tell us plain , They will not take the Oaths they impose , For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain . 4. These are the Babes that wou'd shirk off the Plot , And under the Name of the Churches true Sons , Swear , Lye , and Sham , to have it forgot ; But a Pox take the Fops they talk not to Nuns . They 'll swear ( but who'll be thus deceiv'd ) That Godfrey murder'd himself 't is plain ; But the Devil on 't is , they can't be believ'd , Because the Tory's a Rogue in Grain . 5. But hark ! sure I hear the noise of a Feast , Mars and his Sons with a glorious Show , The thing 's very true , though I took it for a Jeast : But here pray observe how they march'd from Bow , O! the vast number , and well accourt'd too : These Bonny-boys , with their glistering Train ; But yet the hir'd Feathers , and Fagot Merchants knew , That Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain . 6. The board being spread with store of Flesh and Fish , The Fat Kid , Wine , and other things besides ; The French Mode observ'd , to garnish every Dish , And each course serv'd up with Crucifix and Bread : Oaths Rot the Whiggs , with Huzza's flew about ; But Slavery and Oppressions , there lay the main , And all to please the Image of the Rout , For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain . 7. Many fine Shows , and other pleasant Games , Were offer'd after all , to please Spectators Eyes ; The chiefest of which was Londons fatal Flames ; May curses still attend those that mischief devise : These are the Saints that plead Common-Good , Our Persons to secure , but their Intent is plain , To Crown us with Slavery , and Christen us in blood ; For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain . 8. God save the KING , and the true Royal Iames , Monmouths Duke , and Tony , Englands Friend , And all the honest Souls tho' I omit their Names ; May Mischief in earnest their Enemies attend : But for those Rogues , that truths do oppose , And for Romes Cause , have play'd their Shams in vain ▪ Let Shame and Confusion be Plagues to all those , That are such Tories and Rogues in Grain . The INFORMERS LECTURE To His Sons , Instructing them in the Mysteries of that Religion . COme children , come , and learn your Fathers trade ▪ Though all else fail , here 's good advantage made ▪ Come , come away , and learn my precepts all , They 'l make you rich , you 'l get the Devil and all ▪ Your very breath shall do 't , my art is such , No Lawyer with his Tongue gets half so much : Time ●'re till now did open such a door To wealth , to those who had spent all before . No trade like this , no gains can clearer be ; There 's none have to glory more then we : The gainfull'st trade comes short , the richest ●ails , Merchants themselves may here to us strike Sails . The nimble Cut-purse always works in fears , He ventures Neck and all , we but our Ears : The Souldier ventures hard for Spoils , and so Gets them by force , we don't strike a blow : The High way men oft meet with many a Prey , And yet we drive a richer trade then they : For Jugler-like we need not bid them stand , Blow but a blast , our Money 's in our hand : The Paritor , though he be near of kin , In such a way of trading ne're has bin : The pilfering Thief 's in danger of the Stocks , And Curtizans and Whores may fear the Pox ; This marres their Markets , makes them work in fear , But in our Calling no such dangers are . We need not fear , no dangers in our Eye , At least if we can scape the Pillory : And truly this we need not fear a jot , Hundreds that have deserv'd it , have it not , And if we had , for all their Mocks and Jears , For twenty pound who would not loose his Ears ? We neither Preach nor Pray , we take no pains , Preaching and Praying bravely us maintains : They preach and pray , we swear , yet who gets more ? We thrive by swearing , preaching makes them poor . We sail with tide , against the stream they row , Swearing's the All-a-mode in fashion now . Why should we labour ? will not Swearing do ? That gets both Money and preferment too . Some Swearers formerly did Money give , And yet it is by Swearing that we Live. And Perjury's but a small fault ; what more ? And better too than we , have been forswore : And what a Crime is this ? is this so bad ? 'T is but turn Papist , Pardons may be had . Whoever then is poor may thank himself , Never did Mortals easier get their Wealth . Learn lustily to swear , to damn and rant , And then my Life for yours , you 'l never want . Though swear you must , all swearing will not serve ; Many that swear and curse , yet want and starve . There is an Art in 't all Men do not know , And this I 'le now to you ( my Children ) show , Take my directions and you need not fear , I 'le shew you how , and when , and what to swear . Mark when you swear , be sure to swear for gain , 'T is those that swear for nought , that swear in vain ▪ Be sure Inform , do this without dispute , But yet don't meddle with forbidden Fruit : Observe your Friends , strive not against the tide , Oppose not those that are o' th rising side . Church men in pow'r , what e're be their Offence , Meddle not with , we will with them dispence . For this should be the greatest of your care , To know for whom and against whom you swear . For if you should reform all things amiss , It would undo you , meddle not with this . A thousand Oaths you hear , and many a Lye , Meddle not yet , you 've better Fish to frye ; For swearing , whoring , drinking overmuch , Are genteel sins , and these you must not touch ; 'T is not the Mark at which you ought to aim , You 're Hunts-men , mind not then so low a Game . Though Papists , Atheists , God and Christ blaspheme , If you Inform , you 'l sail against the stream : The Pocky-nose , and the red-pimpled Face , Are not the Persons that you have in chase . These little Sins are not worth reforming , Will never bring a penny for Informing . Fanaticks faults are of a deeper dye , And therefore mind these well , for so do I ; Mind therefore their Offences , yet not all , But chiefly that they do their Duty call . Praying and Preaching , these are worse by far , Than swearing , whoring , or blaspheming are : For men may swear unto their dying day , Before they be compell'd a Groat to pay : Fanatick Preaching though ne're so precise , Is more infectious far than Swearing is . Adultery ! no doubt Fanaticks love it , And are as bad as we , if we co●ld prove it . The mischief is , they sin as bad no doubt In secret , but the Devil brings ours out . If you should find them guilty , for your pains Shame them enough , but this is all your gains . But meddle not too much , such is our Fate , Press them too hard , they will retalliate . Be sure with Whores and Harlots you dispence , For fear you give the worshipful offence . The Sabbath-breakers Sins are less by far , Than the offences of Tub-preachers are . The Sodomites did many things amiss , Yet ne're were guilty of such a sin as this . These Meetings are more dangerous by far , Than Bull-baits , Bear-baits or Cock-fightings are : Stage-plays and Morrice-dances , Masks and Shows , Wakes , May-games , Puppet-plays , and such as those More harmless are ; for all their Mocks and Jears Are innocent , if but compar'd with theirs : You need not such-like numerous meetings fear , There 's none but Loyal Subjects will be here . Whore-house and Stews which Gallants do frequent , Compar'd with these are far more innocent : 'T is five or six crept in some hole to pray , That Plot the ruine of the Monarchy ; Women and Children have been prov'd of late , To be supplanters of the Church and State. Some Country People , though yet out of sight , Do put the King and Kingdome in a fright : And those that neither Sword nor staff did bear , Have made a Riot , put the World in fear . Though France , and Spain , and Rome , and all conspire Against our Land , our City set on Fire : Threaten a Massacre , to spill our blood , To bring in Popery on us like a Flood : If half a score Fanaticks come to hear , They 'l put the Nation in a greater fear . If silly Women , and some simple men Get God but on their side , where are we then ? Keep them asunder , that they might not pray , Or do your best to keep their God away ; For fear lest he should hear when they do cry , And should Conventicle as well as they . If they storm Heaven before us , 't is a venture , Whether they 'l leave us any room to enter . What though for King and Kingdom they do pray , If we will Swear they mind it to destroy ? They Plot in secret , though we do not hear it , We know it well enough , and we dare swear it . The Papists are by far more innocent , For all their Plots , have far less mischief meant . What those call pity , we must confess They prosecute but in a sowler dress . Call it Rebellion , Schism , or what is bad , Those that will kill a dog must say he 's mad . Say they are plotting and conspiring too , And boldly Swear it , if that will not do , What though your conscience give your tongue the lie , Heed not your conscience for to lose thereby . Praying and Preaching ! this is worse by far , Than all the crying Sins of Sodom are , These sins are Acted o're and o're each day , Yet no one yet his forty pound did pay : The fault is greater , and the danger 's more , To teach five Sisters then to bed a score . These are but tricks of Youth , yea harmless toyes , Whatever God and Man and Conscience says . Gods Laws condemn these sins say they : what then ▪ We know not those , we know the Laws of Men. Preaching and Praying , say men what they will , You must regard , this water drives your Mill. One Sermon brings more profit ten times over , Than if you should a thousand Whores discover . Fanatick-preachers bring more gain no doubt , Than if you found so many Jesuits out . Swearing and Whoring now is all in Fashion , Preaching and Praying are the sins of th' Nation . A Jesuit's a mild and Gentle man. If we compare him with the Puritan : Who say in Doctrine they with us agree , And they are Protestants as well as we , 'Gainst Ceremonies only they contend , Which do their queasy Stomacks so offend . Well , be it so : e're they and we agree , We 'll make them swallow Knives as well as we ▪ And though in secret corners now they sneak , E're long we 'll make them either bend or break . We 'll teach them shortly without much a do , To bow to th' Altar and the Image too : Who e're commands , we 'll make them to obey , The Bishops do 't , and therefore why not they ? We 'll bring them down betime , for there 's no doubt If times should change , they 'l be the first stand out . Those that the Bishops Laws do now withstand , We 'll not obey , no though the Pope command . 'Gainst Kings and Kingdoms sins they rage and roar , When in their Tubs they care not who they goar . In a right course therefore that you may sail , Take these directions and you cannot fail . Those men that will not pray and preach in jest , Mark these , they are more dongerous then the Rest. Those that act Sermons as a Stage-players part , You need not fear them , they are sound at heart . Those that against the Nations sins exclaim , Are like to bring you the greatest gain . He that doth rather chuse i' th' fire to burn , Before he 'll Atheist or a Papist turn ; This is a stubborn Rogue , and like to be A Grand affronter of Authority . He that doth bow , and bend , and stand , and sit , And shift his sails still as the Wind doth flit , Observe his Leaders , and his right hand-man , Ne're fear , he 'll never turn a Puritan . But he that Serveth God for love , not mony , Without Tradition or a Ceremony ; As the Apostles did in the days of yore , Who never Cross did use or Surplice wore : And those that in their Family would pray , And not the Sabbath spend in sports and play : Beware of those , for it is ten to one , They 're foully tainted , if not wholly gone : As also those that unto Sermons gad , Papists and Atheists are not half so bad : Watch those , and they will fall into your trap , And when they once are in , let none escape , With Sermon , Prayer , and Fasting bait the Net , And a full draught you will be sure to get . But venture Swearers , Drunkards , never fear , You need not watch them , they will ne're come there : Taverns and Whore houses they haunt 't is plain , You 'l meet them there , but nothing to your gain . Having your prey before you , spare ye none , And whensoe're you Swear , be sure Swear home . I hate these Quaking-fellows , that are loath To swear to purpose , these but spoil an Oath . E're I 'de loose twenty pound for want of reaching , I would swear home , and swear that praying's preaching . In doubtful cases you may safely Swear , For twenty pound who would not loose an Ear ? And sometimes when you cannot come to see , Swear those are present that are us'd to be . March on brave Lads , fear not to drink and roar , While the Fanatick's rich we 'll ne're be poor . We shall get mony from these rustick Boars , To pay our debts , and to maintain our Whores , Like Furies haunt Fanaticks to the Death , Leave not while they have mony , life , or breath . To drink , to drab , to whore , to lye , to swear , It is the Garb that all our Tradesmen wear . Hap'ly they 'l call us Knaves , but 't is no shame , For any honest man to own his name . O but our Names will rot they say ! what then ? Let 's dye like Beasts , so we may live like Men. But God will plague us in a darksome Den , I would we could be sure to 'scape till then . They do their duty : Well , and so do we , Our Wives and Children must maintained be . But of all men , they say , we are the worst , The Fox thrives best ( they say ) when he 's most curst : Many Informers beggars prove to be ; And many Tradesmen break , what 's that to me ? With Stocks and Pillory they would us fear , Many for Mony loose more than an Ear , But ill got Goods third Heirs do seldom see ! We mean our own Executors to be . Sons ply your work while you have ought to do , For fear the Parliament prove Round-heads too : ●nd pray no Law in England may be made ●o help Fanaticks , or to spoil our trade . 〈◊〉 once the Papists get the upper hand , ●ur trade will mend , though other trades should stand , 〈◊〉 this succeed ( my Sons ) let 's never fear , ●hey shall to Mass , as well as Common-prayer . ●●an-while we 'll let them can● , we 'll sing and roar , ●nd with their Money drink , and drab , and whore . An ELEGY upon Marsh , A Publick Sworn INFORMER against Protestant Religious Meetings in the City of LONDON , who Dyed very miserably in the Prison of the Compter . Ulter a Tergo Deus . GO set Scotch Bag-Pipes to the briskest Notes , But let the Singing-men rend all their Throats , Hang Tyburn round with Blacks , and let Ketch squeeze His Eyes to Tears having thus lost his Fees ; My self ( like a young Widdow ) fain would cry , But like her too , I know not how , nor why ; Muse ! get an Onion quickly , or else Woo Some Irish Poet for a Ha-la-loo ; Oh Hone ! Oh Hone ! tell us what didst thou ail Thus to trappan thy self into a Goal ? Thou hadst a stout protection , and 't is said A lumping Pension for good service paid : Some bribes thou got'st , and many a Penalty Was due we trow , and why then wouldst thou dye ? Thy Cloven-footed Masters works not done , Thou shouldst have Ruin'd thousands ere thou d'st gone ▪ Thou shouldst have made each Nonconformist bow , And left them all as poor as thou wert now ; Then mounted on State with solemn pride , Thou might'st to Hell in guilded Chariot ride : Been Pluto's Vice-Roy , and preferred more Than Iudas , or thy brethren all before . But now alass ! thou scarce can get i' th end To be the Groom o' th Close-stool Chamber to the Fiend ▪ But 't is in vain thus to Expostulate , For poor Informers warrant 's out of date ; The Man of Gath is fal'n that did so stickle , And swore to confound each Conventicle ; Grim Death hath by a seizure snatcht him hence , For to receive his dear-earn'd Recompence : Follow the scent , and from the Stygian Lake , Fit Junk for such a wretched Subject take ; Black as his Trade let every Line appear , And each Ear tingle his sad Fate shall hear , Not that I am of that Presumptious fry , Whose sawcy Fingers pick-lock Destiny , Who snatcht Fates-book , and furiously transpose , To Judgments all misfortunes of their Foes ; Vertue may be unhappy , and sometimes Success here waits upon the worst of crimes , ●t is another day , a clearer Light ●ust set all these seeming disorders right ; ●et must we grant that Heaven does now and then ●isibly punish Irreligious Men , ●nd against none its Arrows oftner fly ●han these sworn Enemies to Piety , ● Per●ecuting Spirit never yet ●ut in a Cloud of shame and sorrow set , ●ust God! how equal are thy punishments ●hus blasting base designs with sad events ; ●hough Crafty in self woven Nets is wrapt ●nd in the Pit he digg'd for others , trapt , ●ark how the Ravens and the Scre●ch-Owls cries ●ith frightful Ecchoes chaunt his obsequies . Whether he 's gone now Dead , I shall not say , ●ut whilst alive , he took the broader way ; 〈◊〉 Pythegorean Tenets are not flams , ●e's grown a Woolf by this , and worries Lambs . An Epitaph . Stay Reader ! and Piss here , for it is said ●nder this Dirt there 's an Informer laid , ●f Heaven be pleas'd when Mortals cease from Sin , ●nd Hell be pleas'd when Villains enter in , ●f Earth be pleas'd when it entombs a Knave , ●ure all are pleas'd , for Marsh's in his Grave . On Liberty of Conscience By Dr. WILD . NO , not one word , can I of this great Deed , In Merlin , or Old Mother Shipton read ! Old Tuburn take those Tychobrahe Imp● , Astrologers , who would be counted Pimps To the Amorous Planets ; they the Minuit know , When Iove did Cuckhold poor Amphitryo , Ken Mars , and made Venus wink and glances , Their close Conjunctions , and mid-night Dances , When costive Saturn goes to Stool , and vile Thief Mercury doth pick his Fob the while : When Lady Luna leaks , and makes her man Throw 't out of Window into th' Ocean . More subtle than the Excise-men here below , What 's spent in every Sign in Heaven they know ; Cunning Intelligencers , they will not miss To tell us next year the success of this ; They correspond with Dutch and English Star , As one once did with CHARLES and Oliver . The Bankers might have , had they to them gone , What Planet Govern'd the Exchequer , known . Old Lilly , though he did not love to make Any words on 't , saw the English take Five of the Smyrna Fleet , and if the Sign Had been Aquarius , then they had made them Nine When Sagitarus took his aim to shoot At Bishop Cosin , he spyed him no doubt ; And with such force the winged Arrow flew , Instead of one Church Stagg he killed two , Gloucester and Durham when he espy'd , Let Lean and Fat go together he cry'd . Well Wille Lille , thou knew'st all this as well As I , and yet would'st not their Lordships tell . I know thy Plea too , and must it allow , PRELATES should know as much of Heaven as thou : But now Friend William since it 's done and past , Pray thee , give us Phanaticks but one cast , What thou foresaw'st of March the Fifteenth Last ; When swift and suddain as the Angels flye , Th' Declaration for Conscience Liberty ; When things of Heaven burst from the Royal-breast , More fragrant than the spices of the East . I know in next years Almanack thou 'st write , Thou saw'●t the King and Council over-night , Before that morn , all sit in Heaven as plain To be discern'd , as if 't were Charles's Wain , Great B. great L. and two great AA's were chief Under great CHARLES to give poor Fan's relief ▪ Thou sawest Lord Arlington ordain the man To be the first Lay-Metropolitan . Thou saw'st him give induction to a Spittle , And constitute our brother TOM-DOE-LITTLE . In the Bears paw , and the Bulls right Eye , Some Detriment to Priests thou didst espye ; And though by Sol in Libra thou didst know Whi●h way the scale of policy would go ; Yet Mercury in Aries did decree , That Wool and Lamb should still Conformists be . But hark-you Will , Star-poching is not fair ; Had you amongst the Stars found this March-Hare , Bred of that ●usty Puss the Good Old Cause , Religion rescued from Informing Laws ; You should have yelpt aloud , hanging's the end , By Huntsmens Rule , of Hounds that will not spend , Be gone thou and thy canting Tribe , be gone ; Go tell thy destiny to fools or none : Kings Hearts and Councils are to deep for thee , And for thy Stars and Doemons scrutinie . King CHARLES Return was much above thy skill● To fumble out , as 't was against thy will , From him who can the hearts of Kings inspire , Not from the Planets , came that sacred Fire Of Soveraign Love , which burst into a Flame ; From God and from the King alone it came . To the KING . SO great , so universal , and so free ! This was too much great CHARLES , except for Thee , For any King to give a Subject hope : To do thus like Thee , would undo the Pope . Yea , tho his Vassals should their wealth combine , To buy Indulg●nce half so large as Thine ; No , if they should not only kiss his Toe , But Clement's Podex , he 'd not let them goe . Whil'st Thou , to 's Shame , Thy immortal Glory , Hast freed All-Souls from reall Purgatory ; And given All-Saints in Heav'n new Joys , to see Their Friends in England keep a 〈◊〉 . Suspect them not , Great Sir , nor think the worse ; For sudden Joys , like Grief , con●ound at fi●st , The Splendor of Your Favour was so bright , That yet it dazles , and o'rewhelms our Sight . Drunk with her Cups , my Muse did nothing find ▪ . And until now , her Feet she could not find . Greediness make , Prophaness i' th' first place ; Hungry Men fill their Bellies , then say Grace . We wou'd make Bone-fires , but that we do fea● Name of Incendiaries we may hear . We wou'd have Musick too , but 't will not do , For all the Fidlers are Conformists too , Nor can we ring , the angry Churchman Swears , ( By the King's leave ) the Bells and Ropes are theirs ▪ And let 'em take 'em , for our tongue , shall sing Your Honour louder than their Clappers Ring . Nay , if they will not at this Grace repine , We 'l dress the Vineyard , they shall drink the Wine ▪ Their Church shall be the Mother , ours the Nurse ▪ Peter shall Preach , Iudas shall bear the Purse , No Bishops , Parsons , Vicars , Cur●tes , we , But only Ministers desire to be . We●l preach in Sackcloth , they shall Read in Silk . We 'l Feed the Flock , and let them take the Mil●ust : Let but the Black-birds sing in bushes cold , And may the Iack-Daws still the Steeples hold . We 'l be the Fee● , the Back , and ●ands , and they Shall be the Belly , and devour the Prey , The Tythe-pigg shall be theirs , we 'l turn the Spit , We 'l bear the Cross , they only Sign with it . But if the Patriarchs shall envy show To see their Younger-Brother Ioseph go In Coat of divers colours , and shall fall To rend it , 'cause it 's not Canonical : Then may they find him turn a Dreamer too ; And live themselves to see his D●eam come true . May rather they and we together joyn In all what each can ; but they have the Coyn , With Prayers and Tears such Service much avail : With Tears to swell your Seas , with Prayers your Sails ; And with Men too , from both our Parties ; such I 'm sure we have , can cheat , or beat , the Dutch. A Thousand Quakers , Sir , our side can spare ; Nay , two or three , for they great breeders are . The Church can match us too with Jovial Sirs , Informers , Singing-men and Paraters . Let the King try , set these upon the Decks Together , they will Dutch or Devil Vex. Their Breath will mischief far beyond a Gun , And if you lose them , you 'l not be undone . Accept dread Sir , and pardon this coarse Paper , Your License 't was made this poor Poet caper . THE CHARACTER OF A True English-Man . THe free-born English , generous and wise , Hate Chains ; but do not Government de●pise ; Rights of the Crown , Tribute and Taxes , they When lawfully exacted , freely pay . Force they abhor , and wrongs they scorn to bear , More guided by their Judgment than their Fear , Justice with them was never held severe . There , Pow'r by Tyranny was never got , Laws might perhaps enslave them ▪ Force cannot . Kings are less safe in their unbounded Will , Joyn'd with the wretched Pow'r of doing Ill. Forsaken most , when they 're most absolute ; Laws Guard the Man , and only bind the brute . To force that Guard with its worst Foe to joyn , Can never be a prudent Kings Design , What Prince would change to be a Cataline ? Break his own Laws , shake the unquestion'd Throne , Conspire with Vassals to usurp his own ! Let France grow proud beneath the Tyrant's Lust , Whilst the rackt People crawl , and lick the Dust : The mighty Genius of this Isle disdains Both High-shoon Slavery , and Golden Chains . England to ●ervile Yoke could never bow ; What Conquerors ne're presum'd , who dares do now ? In vain your Holiness does rack your Brain , No Son of yours that happy Isle can gain : Arm'd with blest Bibles , and undated Law , They guard themselves , and keep the World in awe : Whilst CHARLES Survives , and Parliaments can Sit , They scorn your Tories Swords , and Iesuits Wit. ABHORRERS ABHOR'D . ABhorr'd Abhorrers , horribly Abhorr'd ! Monsters more base than Africk can afford ? What ? Not Petition to our Sovereign Lord , That Parliaments might sit , and save the KING And Kingdom too , from those that both would bring To Slavery ; first Lawless Chains at Home , And next intollerable Yokes from Rome ? Be gone ye Fops to France , and there enslave Your selves , and Spurious off-spring ; for a Knave Is fit t'en●ender Vassals ; but too brave Is this Rich Isle , which only owneth those , That Popish Bondage do resolve t' oppose : Was 't thou in England born , and 〈◊〉 born Free ? Thou profane Esan● Nay more vile than He ; To sell thy Birthright to the French and Pope , Where all the Acquisition thou could'st Hope Was wooden-shooes ; Fire , Fagot , and a Rope ? Let Tyburn take thee , and thy fellow Slaves , And all detesting and Abhoring Knaves . Then CHARLES lives sa●e , and quickly may become The Head of ●ll Reformed Christendome : S●●ure the ●elgick fears , and ours at Home . Blast 〈◊〉 - de-Luces , and the Keys of Rome . 〈◊〉 after God , to him our thanks we pay , For this ( if but well-us'd ) sure healing day ; That our gr●●t Senate sits , whose joynt Accord Does Vote ABHORRERS all to be Abhorr'd . To the Parliament . HAil , Glorious Senate , welcom as the day To wearied Pilgrims that have lost their way , Night-Mare'd by Goblins , and long led astray . Welcom ! as Liberty to Al●ier-Slaves ; As Gold to Courtiers , or Pardons to Knaves . The half-dead Genius of our trembling Isle At your Approach revives into a Smile : Each drooping Protestant begins look Gray , And dull October Rivals sprightly May. By your Sage Councels we at once become A Match for haughty France and treacherous Rome : But first subdue the Monsters here at Home ▪ Monsters ! that would our Sacred Faith and Laws Or'e-turn , and in their never sa●iate Maws Swallow ( like Egypt's Vermin ) each green thing , Enslave our Persons , and destroy our King ; That seek to strike out both our Eyes , and still Confine ( for sport ) our Sampsons to their Mill. Prevent those dire designs , Dispel our Fears , Blast the Plot at the Root , and by your Cares Secure both us , and our yet unborn Heirs . May Heavens Blessing Crown all your Debates ( On which depend more than three Kingdoms Fates . ) May your blest Union calm out jarring Notes , And Publick-Good give Birth to all the Votes , From each true English Heart these Vows are sent , Long live our King , Long sit our Parliament . A short Reply to Absalon and Achitophel . IN pious times when Poets were well bang'd For sawcy Satyr , and for Sham-Plots hang'd , A Learned Bard , that long commanded had The trembling Stage in Chief , at last run mad , And Swore and tore and ranted at no rate . Apollo and his Muses in debate What to do with him , one cry'd , let him Blood , That says another , will do little good ; His brains infected sure , under his Nose We 'le burn some Feathers of Peru , who knows But that may bring him to himself again ? Ay , for some time says Clyo ; she was more For Opiates , others for Hell●bore . Apollo having heard all they could say , Rose up and thankt them said , he 'd try away He hop'd would do , then call'd a Noble Friend Well verst in Men , and beg'd of him to spend Some time and pains upon this wretch , which he , Agreeing to , went presently to work , Open'd his head , saw where the Maggots lurk , Took many of them out , put them in Sut , Then Added Mercury and Nitre to 't , Mixt and infus'd them well , and after all , Distil'd them in a Limbeck Comical , And drew a Spirit very Soveraign , For those are troubled with the fits o' th' Brain , And gave our Poets some , all he could make The peevish , Squeamish , self-wil'd Coxcomb take , It did him good and cur'd him of those Fits : But 't was too little to restore his Wits : For since he has gin o're to Plague the Stage With the effects of his Poetick rage , Like a mad Dog he runs about the Streets , Snarling and Biting every one he meets . The other day he met our Royal CHARLES , And his two Mistresses , and at them Snarles . Then falls upon the Ministers of State Treats them all A-la-mode de Billingsga●e : But most of all , the glory of our gown , He must be bark't at , Drivil'd , pist upon . He whose soft tongue had charmes enough t' asswage The Tygers fierceness , could not scape the rage Of this same whif●ing Cur ; poor Cerberous , That taught the Rogue to bark , was serv'd just thus . This Vipers brood , contrary to all Laws , The torn out Entrails of his Parent knaws . He gives no quarter , spairs no friend , nor foe , And where he once gets hold , never lets go Until he breakes a Tooth , which he hath done So oft of late that he hath few or none Left in his mouth . Nay which is worst of all On his Physitian he does always fall , And find him out where e're he is , and bawl Eternally , taking in Evil part What he good man did by the rules of Art , And for his good , assisted by a Set Of the most able Le●ches he could get ; Apo●lo vext to see there was no more E●fect of Medicine , bid his Friend give o're , And sent some Chirurgions to him to anoint The Carcase of the whelp in every Joynt With 〈◊〉 of Crab-tree , than which nothing ●etches The itching Venome out of Scribling Wretches Better or sooner , but I know not how It came to pa●● , w●th him it would not do . For ●ince his being anointed , he is ●un Y●lp●ng with Tow●er up and down the Town , And crying out against an Absalon And an Achitop●el . The Currs had got Between them in their Mouths a new Sh●●-Plot , The Twentieth of the Kings , ●●me say indeed It is the same that Mother 〈◊〉 hid , Deep in the Meal-tub , only new lick't o're A●d brought to better shape by half a score Of ●rish Mongrels , newly fetcht from thence , The best in En●land at an Evidence . A little bribe will make them swear devoutly , They 're much more famous for their swearing stoutly , Then for their fighting so , this kind of Cattel Are better far at Roguery than Battel , An Irish man's Antiwood-cock , cares To venture nothing but his head and Ears . This Copper co●n will never with us pass , It looks so scurvily , nay it smells of Brass ; How could you think this would be currant here , That is not so at home ? 'T is cry'd down there : What then shall we do now ; saith you had best Try Scotland next , now it hath past the Test ; Come hither my Dog Towser , come , for I A new Experiment intend to try , I 'le have thee worm'd , hold out thy Venom'd Tongue , What a huge Worm is here ? 'T is an Inch Long , And of the Jebusite smells very strong , If this won't do thou shalt be fairly hung . Oliver Cromwels Ghost . By Doctor Wild. ROws'd from Infernal Caverns void of Light , Where Traytors Souls keep an Eternal Night : Through the Earths friendly Pores at last I come To view the Fate of Mangled Christendome , Treason and Blood , Ruin and Usurpation , Deceit , Hypocrifie , and Devastation ; Envy , Ambition , and untam'd desire , Still to gain more , still to be mounted higher : Wars , Janglings , Murders , and a Thousand more Vices like these , you know were heretofore . The only grateful Bantlings , which could find , A kind Reception in my gloomy mind — — But now alas I 'm chang'd — the Pondrous guilt Of Treason , and the Sacred blood I spilt ; Those crouds of Loyal-Subjects I made groan , Under pretence of strict Religion , When I my self , to speak the Truth , had none : Too weighty for my strugling Soul did grow , And prest it downwards to the shades below , Where it these twenty years has Silent lain , ●ormented with Variety of pain , ●oo great for fleshly Mortals to sustain . No● h●d it bu●g'd as yet — but that the Fame Of 〈◊〉 , Conspiracies , and Murders came 〈◊〉 the Infernal Gates so fast , that I , 〈◊〉 others good , forgot my misery : 〈◊〉 whilst the busie Daemons were Imploy'd ●n culling out a bloody Regicide , ●●ilkt my Keeper , and with wondrous pain , Once more I mount my Native Soyl again ; Where to my Grief , more Villan●es I view , Than Heav'n e're Pardon'd , or than Hell e're knew . Since Lucifer's like Romes Destructive Pride , Both Damn'd himself , and all his Imps beside : Though old in Artful Wickedness I be , Yet Rome , I now Resign the Wall to thee ; Thou in this single Plot , hast now done more Than Mankind , helpt by Hell , could do before . What! was thy swell'd Ambition grown so wide , That nought but Kings could satisfie thy Pride ? Must Monarchs , whom the Heav'n it self do's prize , Now become Morsels for thy gaping Vice. Methought , though hot with Gluttony thou burn , A Pious Justice might have serv'd thy turn ; Especially when , ( to con●ent you more ) Spitted on 's Sword , and Pickled in his Gore ; But now your aim we better understand , He was the Whet — you gap'd for all the Land. Strange Cormorant ! that in her monstrous Breast , Could at one meal three butcher'd Lands digest . Ye Powers ! I thought my Countries Innocence , ( When in fierce Whirlwind ) you had born me hence ) And by the Pow'r of your most just command , Restor'd the Scepter to the owners hand ) Would have sufficient bin to Wall you free From the Ass ●ults of su●h an Enemy . I little thought , when last I took my leave , And sadly entred my unwelcome Grave , That e're the Porphry Idol could command So great a Friendship in our Native Land ; As by that means to hope to circumvent , With black design both King and Government . But yet take heed ye Romish Idiots , That have a hand in these most Hellish Plots ; Who by your base contrivance , hope to bring Ruin to Nations , Death unto a King. Beware , I say , by my Example do , For there 's a God above does all things view : Tho wrapt in Clouds amongst the Skies he dwells , Yet he discerns you in your closest Cells ; See's your Contrivances , and whilst you poor Concei●ed Traytors think your selves secure , He your Clande●tine Plots does plainly view , And will divulge them and their Actors too . Trust my Experience , one who if you will Believe , what all the World says of him still , Had no small share of Pride , Ambition , Wit , Courage and Conduct too to mannage it . By which I wrought my Curst designs so high , I could have match'd my Brewers Family . With the best Blood in Brittain . Right or wrong , Or Life or Death , attend●d on my Tongue : All the three Kingdoms truckled to my Will — But what of this ? — I was a Traytor still . Nay , so intemperate was my folly grown , I boldly offer'd at the Sacred Crown ; Which though I mist , — yet by a holy Cheat , At last I gain'd to fill the tott'ring Seat ; And made ten Thousand Souldiers Arm'd appear With Roaring Guns to plead my Title there . Not doubting but that happy Seat should be Transfer'd from me to my Posterity . But all was insignificant , when Death Unkindly Robb'd me of beloved breath : My Titles all forsook me , and my Race , Instead of them , Inherrit my disgrace . This is the Fate of Traytors here ; but know , That could you think what they endure below , I 'm sure you would be Loyal ; but the Pope By prating Jesuits , has so rais'd your hope , That I in vain those tortures now should tell , You 'l know them when I meet you there — Farewel . R. W. D. D. Upon Nothing . By the E. of R. NOthing thou Elder Brother , Eve to shade , Thou had'st a being e're the World was mad● Well fixt alone , of ending not afraid . E're Time and Place were , Time and Place were no● When primitive Nothing , Something strait begot , Then all proceeded from the great united What! Something , the General Attribute of all , Sever'd from Thee its sole Original , Into thy boundless Self must undistinguisht fall . Yet Something , did thy Nothing Power comman● And from thy Fruitful Emptinesses Hand Snatch Men , Beasts , Birds , Fire , Water , Air , and La●● Matter , the wicked'st Off spring of thy Race , By Form assisted , flew from thy Embrace , And Rebel Life obscur'd thy Reverend Face . With Form and matter , Time and Place did joy● Body , thy Foe , with these did Leagues combine , To spoil thy Peaceful Reign , and Ruin all they Lin● But Turn-Coat Time assists the Foe in vain , And bribed by Thee , destroys their short Lived Reig● And to thy hungry Womb drives back the Slaves aga●● Thy Mysteries are hid from Laick Eyes , And the Divine alone by Warrant pries Into thy bosome , where thy Truth in private lies . Yet this of Thee , the Wife may truly say , Thou from the Virtuous , nothing takes away ; And to be part of Thee , the Wicked wisely Pray . Great Negative ! how vainly would the Wise Enquire , Design , Distinguish , Teach , Devise , Did'st not thou stand to point their blind Philosophies . Is , or is not , the two great Ends of Fate , Of True or False , the Subject of debate , That perfects or destroys designs of State. When they have wrackt the Politicians breast , Within thy bosome most securely Rest , Reduc'd to Thee are least , tho safe and best . But Nothing , why doth Something still permit , That sacred Monarchs should at Council set With Persons thought , at best , for Nothing sit ? Whilst weighty Something , modestly abstains From Princes Courts , and from the States-mans brains , And nothing there like stately Nothing Reigns . Nothing , that dwells with Fools , in grave disguise , For whom they Rever'd Forms and Shapes devise , Lawn Sleeves , and Furrs , and Gowns , when they look Wife . French Truth , Dutch Prowess , British Policy , Hybernian Learning , Scoth Civility , Spaniards Dispatch , Danes Wit are seen in Thee . On Bow-Church and Steeple . Or a Second Poem upon Nothing ! LOok how the Country-Hobbs with wonder flock To see the City-crest , turn'd Weather-cock ! Which with ea●h shifting Gale , veres too and ●ro ; London has now got twelve strings to her Bow ! The Wind 's South-East , and strait the Dragon russels His brazen wings to court the breeze from Brussels ! The Wind 's at North ! and now his hissing Fork , Whirles round , to meet a flattering gale from York ! Boxing the Compass , with each freshing Gale , But still to London turns his threatning Tail. But stay what 's there ; I spy a stranger thing ; Our Red-cross brooded by the Dragons wing ! The wing is warm , but O! beware the sting ! Poor English-Cross , expos'd to winds and weathers , ●orc't to seek shelter in the Dragons feathers ! Ne're had old Rome so rare a piece to brag on , A Temple built to great Bell , and the Dragon ! Whilst yet undaunted Protestants , dare hope , They that will worship Bell ▪ shall wear the Rope , O how our English Chronicles will shine ! Burnt , sixty six ; Rebuilt , in seventy nine , When Iacob Hall on his High Rope shews tricks , The Dragon flutters ; the Lord-Mayors Horse kicks ; The Cheapside-crowds , and Pageants scarcely know Which most t' admire , Hall , Hobby-Horse , or Bow ; But what mad 〈◊〉 set your Zealo● fire ? ( Grave Citizens ! ) to 〈…〉 Spire On Sea-coal Basis ? which will sooner yield Matter to Burn a Temple , than to Build ! What the Coals build , the 〈◊〉 bury ! no Men Of Wisdom , but would dread the threatning Omen ! But say ( Proud Dragon ! ) now prefe●r'd so High , What Marvels from that 〈…〉 ? 〈…〉 Of , sometimes Rev'rend , now Regenerate , Fauls , Thy envious Eyes , such Glories cannot brook , But as the Devil once over Lincoln ▪ look : And envies Poyson , will thy Bowels Tear Sooner than Daniel's Dose , of 〈◊〉 , and Hair ! Then Eastward , to avoid that wounding ●ight , Thy Glaring Eyes upon the 〈◊〉 , light . Adorn'd with Monstrous forms to clear the scope , How much thou art out-dragon'd by the Pope . Ah fools ! to dress a Monument of woe In whistling Sil●s , that should in Sac●loth , go ! Nay strangely wise , our Senators appear To build That , and a Bedlam in a year , That if the Mum-glass crack , they may inherit An Hospital becoming their great merit ! To Royal Westminster , next turn thine eye ; Perhaps a Parliament thou mayst es●y , Dragons of old gave Oracles at Rome ; Then Prophesie , their Day , their Date , and Doom ! And if thy Visual Ray can reach the Main ; Tell 's when the Duke , new gone , returns again ! Facing abont ; next view our Guildhall well , Where Revere● Fox-furrs charm'd by po●ent spell Of Elephants , ( turn'd wrong side outward ) dare Applaud the Plays ; and yet hiss our the Player : Player ! whose wise ●eal for City , Country , King , Shall to all points of the wide Compa●s ring Whilst B●w has Bells , or 〈◊〉 Thames a Spring ! Thy Roving Eye perhaps from ●ague may send 's How the New League , has made Old Foes , New Friends : But let substantial witness , Credence give it , Or Ne're believe me , if the House believe it ! If true , I fear too late ! France at one sup , ( Like Pearl● dissolv'd in Cloepatra's Cup ) Trade , Empire , Neitherlands has swallowed up ! But heark ! The Dragon speaks from Brazen Mouth , Whose words , though wind , are spoken in Good south ! To you of Ratling ●ame , and great esteem ; The higher placed , the less you ought to seem ! To you of Noble Souls , and Gallant Minds , Learn to outface ( with me ) the Huffing winds ! To tim'rous feeble Spirits , that live beneath ; Learn not of me to turn with every breath ! To those who like ( Camelions ) live on Air ; Popular Praise is thin Consumptive fare ! To you who Steeple upon Steeple set , Cut my Cocks-comb , if e're to Heaven you get . The Conclusion . I. LEt Gods un-erring Providence protect Great CHARLES in 's Throne , and all his ways direct ▪ Let all His Foes be scatter'd like the Dust ; And let that Sacred Trust , ( Deriv'd from God alone ) Make a lasting and a happy Throne . II. Let all State-Traytors Plots , be left i' th' Lurch , That hate our Soveraign , and would ruin our Church . May's Royal Temples wear the Imperial Crown , Till Englands Foes come down , With vengeance from that seat Usurpt to ruin us , and make them great . FINIS . A16269 ---- Bel-vedére, or, The Garden of the muses 1600 Approx. 388 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 133 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-11 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A16269 STC 3189.5 ESTC S102718 21550597 ocm 21550597 24799 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A16269) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 24799) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1724:17) Bel-vedére, or, The Garden of the muses Bodenham, John, fl. 1600. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2004-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-03 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-09 Ben Griffin Sampled and proofread 2004-09 Ben Griffin Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Bel-vedére OR THE GARDEN OF THE MVSES . Quem re●erent Muse viuet dum robora tellus , Dum ●●●●●●oll●● , ●●●● ve●●t amnis aquas . Imprinted at London by F. K. for Hugh Astley , dwelling at Saint Magni● corner ▪ 1600. To the Vniuersitie of Oxenford . Thou eye of Honour , Nurserie of Fame , Still teeming-Mother of immortall seed : Receiue these blessed Orphanes of thy breed As from thy happie issue first they came . Those flowing wits that bathed in thy foord , And suck't the honie dew from thy pure pap : Returne their tribute backe into thy lap , In rich-wrought lines , that yeelde no idle woord . O let thy Sonnes from time to time supplie This Garden of the Muses , where dooth want Such Flowers as are not , or come short , or scant Of that perfection may be had thereby : So shall thy name liue still , their fame ne're dye , Though vnder ground whole worlds of time they lie . Stat sine morte decus . To the Vniuersitie of Cambridge . Mother of Muses , and great Nurse of Art , Which lent'st the roote from whence these sweets are grown , Now with increase , receiue a bounteous part , Which thou mayst iustly chalenge as thine owne : That Grant may to the comfort of her streames Behold her ( Seedes of late ) now Dulcet flowres , And with the plentie of the famous Thames , Attyre her Nymphs , and decke her watry bowres And cherishing these Choyces of delights , With daintie Garlands , Crowne the peacefull shore , Prepard for Feasting , and Triumphant sights , More Beautifull than ages heretofore : Whil'st all the Floods so famous but of late , Shall giue their glorie to adorne her state . Sua cuique gloria . To his louing and approoued good Friend , M. Iohn Bodenham . TO thee that art Arts louer , Learnings friend , First causer and collectour of these floures : Thy paines iust merit , I in right commend , Costing whole years , months , weeks , & daily hours . Like to the Bee , thou euery where didst rome , Spending thy spirits in laborious care : And nightly brought'st thy gather'd hony home , As a true worke-man in so great affaire . First , of thine owne deseruing , take the fame ; Next , of thy friends , his due he giues to thee : That loue of learning may renowme thy name , And leaue it richly to posterity , Where others ( who might better ) yet forslow it , May see their shame , and times hereafter know it . A. M. Of this Garden of the Muses . THou which delight'st to view this goodly plot , Here take such flowres as best shal serue thy vse , VVhere thou maist find in euery curious knot , Of speciall vertue , and most pre●●●us iuyce , Set by Apollo in their seuerall places , And nourished with his celestiall Beames , And watered by the Muses and the Graces , With the fresh dew of those Castalian streames . What sente or colour canst thou but deuise That is not here , that may delight the sense ? Or what can Art or Industry comprize , That in aboundance is not gather'd hence ? No Garden yet was euer halfe so sweet , As where Apollo and the Muses meet . A. B. A Sonnet to the Muses Garden . FAire planted Eden of collected sweets , Cropt from the bosome of the fertile ground , Where Science with her honey-current greets The sacred Sisters : where her liberall sound Makes Angels ecchoes , and to heauens rebound The repetition of sententious spirits ; ( Oh deare belou'd in vertues painfull merits . ) Fruit-furnisht Tempe , all the worlds abstract , For flowres of vertue , hearbs of rare effect , From whence , as well soules Physicke is extract , As bodies gouernment ; hold in respect What Science giues ( though Ignorance reiect ) For euery maime and sicknesse of the mind , A wounded life a precious balme may find . Shee sends you not to search the hidden mynes For gorgeous iewels , nor to forraine lands , But in one casket all her wealth combines , And giues it freely with heart-open hands . Shee limits not her bountie within bands : Looke first , then like , suruey , take one or all ; Choose with the mind , the eye is fancies ball . W. Rankins , Gent. Of the Booke . THe sundry beames proceeding from one Sunne , The hiue where many Bees their honey bring , The Sea , to which a thousand riuers runne , The garden where suruiues conti●uall spring , The Trophee hung with diuers painfull hands , Abstract of knowledge , Briefe of Eloquence , Aiding the weake , preseruing him that stands : Guide to the soule , and ruler of the sense . Such is this Volume , and the fraight hereof , How-euer ignorance presume to scoffe . R. Hathway . Of God. God is beyond ●raile sence to comprehend , He first began all , and of all is end . VVHere God puts too his hand , all else is vaine . God thunders oftner than he strikes or beates . God giues his wrath by weight , but mercie free . Where God doth blesse , abundāce quickly springs . Gods wisdome too much s●archt , is daungerous . Gods iustice ouer-vrgde , strikes heauily . Without the vnderstanding of Gods will , Our wi● is follie , and our best sight ill . God doth not hate to loue , nor loue to hate . God with his finger strikes , and not his arme . No m 〈…〉 o ●o●re , but God can blesse his dayes , Who ●a●i●n Iob did from the dunghill raise . In vaine it is for man with God to stand . God will controll when mortall men haue done . Gods eq●●●●● doth euery action ●●ooue . Gods ha●●h●●●●s thunder , who dare him off●nd ? Faith finds ●●● passage to ●ods mercie seate . Where vertue raiseth men to dignitie , There God his blessings still doth multiply . Little auailes Gods gifts where wants his grace . Men order warre , but God giues victorie . Gods mercie doth his iustice farre exceed . God deales not with vs as our sinnes deserue . Gods doctrine is the rule of prouidence . God is eternall , therefore without end . God made all mortall things , and orders them , According to his wisdome , where and when . Gods greatnes is more seene in loue , than wrath . God ne're made any equall to himselfe . If God he●●e not , yet deeme him not v●iust . Gods mercie is the worke of our redemption . If thou lif● vp thy selfe , God flyes from thee : If thou be humble , then he comes to thee . If God dart lightning , soon he dewes down raine . Gods wrath soone kindled , is as quickly quencht . No misaduentures crosse , where God doth guide . Where God doth saue , no other s●lue doth need . How can that enterprise ill issue haue , Where God himselfe doth guide , doth speed , doth saue . Happy are they who fauour from God find . God and our shame are staies vnto our sinne . Gods iustice doth mans iustice farre excell . Those that God loues , in them he nothing hates . How can a simple current him withstand , Who all the mightie Ocean doth commaund ? God loues the faithfull , but doth hate their sinne . Good life begun in earth , in heauen is ended . When Sathan tempts , he leads vs vnto hell , But God doth guide whereas no death doth dwell . When Sathan tempts , he seekes our faith to foile , But God doth seale it , neuer to recoile . God makes our burning zeale full bright to shine , Amongst the candles of his Church diuine . God euer seekes by triall and temptation , To sound mans heart and secret cogitation ▪ God well knowes men , and still his eye doth see , All thoughts of men , ere they conceiued be . God out of season neuer yet doth trie , His children new conuerted by and by . Man made of earth , sounds not the seas profound Of Gods deepe iudgements , where there is no ground . The Lord law-maker , iust and righteous , Doth frame his lawes , not for himselfe , but vs. Gods wisdome guides this worlds societie , With equall power , and equall pietie . Gods word which made the world , and guides it still , To diuers en●s conducts both good and ill . He that preferres not God fore all his race , Amongst the sonnes of God deserues no place . He that the furrowes ploweth of Gods field , May not turne backe his fainting face , nor yeeld . Sathan suggesteth ill , God mooues to grace . God can doe all , saue that he will not doe . Our mightie God , alwaies for his elect , Of wicked things can draw a good effect . God keepes his watch aboue the starrie skies . For his elect , who neuer idle lyes . Similies on the same subiect . AS one poore drop is nothing to the sea , So all we can is nothing in Gods sight . As the bright Sunne defaceth candle-light , So Gods great power controlleth all the world . As Princes are to be both lou'd and fear'd , So God the Prince of princes , must haue more . As with great care a Pilot guides the ship , So with great grace doth God direct the world . As when the soule departs , the body dies : So where God blesseth not , all things decay . As mothers hugge their children in their armes , So God enfolds his chosen with his grace . Examples likewise on the same . PHerecides , for his contemning God , Was eate with lice , and dyed miserably . Lucian an Atheist , and denying God , Was afterward in pieces torne with dogs . Iustinian for his light regard of God , Became a foole , and so in follie dyde . Th' Athenians banished Protagoras , Because his bookes question'd the deitie . Socrates did confesse one onely God , And tearn●'d the heathen Gods but vaniti● . Plato , when he wrote any serious thing , Began still , In the name of one sole God. Of Heauen . Heauen is Gods seat , the throne of endles grace : The Soules true home , and Hopes desired place . ALl powers are subiect to the power of Heauen . Nothing but Heauen , is perfect happinesse . What heauen will haue , that needs must come to passe . The Soule is heauenly , and from heauen relieu'd . Heauen is as neere to sea , as to the land . Heauen sings for ioy , when sinners truly pray . The waking heauens will plague all sleeping ill . When as the heauens are to iustice bent , All things are turn'd to our iust punishment . None can attaine what heauen and earth withstands . Earth must come in , when awfull heauen commaunds . When heauen yeelds meanes , they must not be neglect . Though men reuenge not , yet the heauens will. Heauen is the habitation of th'elect . Heauen is the iust mans true inheritance . It 's hard to liue well , easie to dye ill : Hard to winne heauen , easie to keepe from thence . In vaine do men contend against the starres . Heauen workes our fall , but yet the fault is ours . All men ought know they haue the Heauens aboue them . No walles can hide vs from the eye of heauen . Repentance carries heauens eternall keyes . When heauens lampe shines , all other lights are lost . We neuer know what 't is in heauen to dwell , Till wee haue had some feeling of grim hell . Heauen is our home , we are but straungers here . All earthly things are darke , to them diuine . What heauen decrees , sollie may notwithstand . Earths admirations are the heauens delights . Heauens deepe dessignes are hid from mortall eyes . We are at heauens dispose , and not our owne . Heauen sets our time , wherwith can nought dispence . High heauens hand restraine● our wilfull powers , Whose will must rule aboue this will of ours . Heauen doth repaire what fortune hath destroid . Things that are heauenly , no corruption tast . Whome heauen doth spight , the earth disdaines to hate . Heauens couers him that hath no bu●iall . Earth feeds on earth , heauen giues the spirit food . Proui●ence heauenly , passeth humane thought , And doth for wretched mens reliefe make way . Earth giues vs gold , but heauen the wealth of grace . The Sunne which shines in heauen , doth light the earth . Hell cannot hurt , whome heauen doth preserue . The care of heauen doth seeke the soules content . It is the doome of heauen , which can and will , Con●ound the braunch , whose root was planted ill . Sinne , is earths Sun ; the Sun of heauen , sinnes death . Thoughts sixt on heauen , contemne all earthly things . Mortals may feele heauens doome , but not remooue . All men are subiect to the powers aboue . Heauens secrets are conceald from mortall sight . By mortall lawes a bond may be diuorst , But heauens decree by no meanes can be forst . From heauen , our soules receiue their sustenance . Hell is the place of horror , heauen of rest . Good death is true inheritance in heauen . The way to heauen is not so wide as hell . Men looke vp to the starres , thereby to know , That as they progresse heauen , they earth should so . Heauen often winkes at mortall mens amisse . Heauens Sun doth shine both on the good and bad . All humane wishes neuer haue the power , To hast or hold the course of heauen one hower . Similies on the same subiect . AS hell was made to punish sinnes proud guilt , Euen so was heauen for comfort of the iust . As base clothes ill become a princes court , So none can enter heauen but purely clad . As trauailers desire their natiue homes , So should all soules long for their heauenly home . As hells obscuritie excells all darke , So nothing with heauens brightnesse may compare . As Iacob for his Rachell thought sower sweet , So we for heauen ought deeme all else but vile . As all ioyes in this life are fraile and vaine , So none but heauens ioyes are perfect gaine . Of Conscience . Conscience is that accuseth and condemnes , Needing no other witnesse than it selfe . FAults long vnfelt , the conscience will bewray . The feare of conscience entreth iron walls . Where coyne preuailes , conscience beares little sway . Kings , but the conscience , all things can defend . Death , but an acted passion doth appeare , Where truth giues courage , and a conscience cleare . Conscience owne doome doth halfe condemne a man. No armour proofe against the conscience terror . Weake consciences are with vaine questions wounded . Sound conscience , well is cald a wall of brasse : Corrupted , fit compar'd to broken glasse . In conscience booke , our faults are daily writ . There conscience failes , where faith beares no account . A guiltie conscience neuer is secure . The conscience stain'd with blood of innocents , Is alwayes subiect to appeaching guilt . Repentance brings the keyes of conscience . After minds guilt , doth inward griefe begin . Runne where thou wilt , into all lands betake thee , Yet will a w●unded conscience nere forsake thee . A stained conscience finds no ioy at all . They dread no shame , that v●e no conscience . If thou but find thy conscience be vpright , No matter for the worlds rebuke or spight . Conscience will neuer suffer wicked thoughts . Conscience needs no tormenter but it selfe . Conscience sees that which no eye else can doe . Conscience once drownd in wealth and worldly pompe , Esteemes all wisdome as meere foolishnes . A guiltie conscience is a gnawing worme . Conscience t●kes vengeance on her owne transgressions . Nothing but true repent cleares conscience . The riches we may carrie to our graue , Is a good conscience : blessed they that haue . Conscience once faultie , still abides in feare . Innocence is the ioy of conscience . A conscience standing free from all detect , Feares no accuse , or doth excuse respect . Lookes confident and sober , shew cleane soules . Conscience for heauen contemns all worldly things . To frame excuse , before thou be accusde , Shewes that thou hast not conscience truly vsde . Conscience doth couet nothing but her owne . Conscience craues nothing , but by lawfull meanes . Conscience wi●l willingly offend no man. Conscience once loden with the weight of sinne , Is Iudge and Iuror to it selfe therein . Conscience doth bind vs to respect our kinne . Conscience despiseth bribes in any case . Conscience commaunds vs to relieue the poore . A conscience cleare , is like a well fenc't tower , Not to be shaken by rough Canon shot . Conscience , to princes alwaies giues their due . Conscience submits , when Iustice doth commaund . Similies on the same subiect . AS persecution is the bodies death : So foule despaire quite kills the conscience . As the bright Sunne doth lighten all the world , So a cleare conscience shineth in the soule . As beautie is a thing glads mortall sight , So vnstain'd conscience doth high heauen delight . As wine cheeres vp the heart when it is sad , So peace of conscience makes it much more glad . As brazen walls defend a cittie best , So conscience taintlesse , is at peace and rest . As gold is best , when through the fire 't is tride , So conscience is by troubles purifide . Examples likewise on the same . O Restes matricide was iustly plagu'd , With sting of conscience by his mothers ghost . And Nero ( whose foule fact did equall his ) Was whipt in conscience with her walking shape . Caesar Caligula could neuer rest , But conscience torment did him still molest . Tullie affirmes , a conscience well emploi'd , Is chiefest comfort in aduersitie . Plato saith : Sweetly sle●peth innocence , In the safe chamber of good conscience . Lactantius writes , that no sinne can preuaile , Where quiet conscience sits , and guides the saile . Conscience must leaue a little while to grieue , To let in horror , comming to reprooue . Of Religion . Religion is the ground of euery grace , And teacheth man saluation to embrace . WHere God is not , religion cannot be . Sundrie religions , make no religion . Where saints are clarks , there alwaies God is iudge . Religions touchstone best doth trie the truth . Religion is the soule of innocence , Working in each vnspotted conscience . After religion , painted zeale doth runne . Blessings come seldome , but by earnest prayer . Ignorance is religions enemie . The Scriptures are sufficient to resolue All doubts that in religion can arise . The word 's a med'cine to a troubled mind . Religion is the perfect bond of loue . No poyson worse than Scripture falsly taught . Religion is in truth , not fallacies . No surer signe of kingdomes ouerthrow , Than where religion liueth in contempt . Change of religion is most daungerous . Faith , and not reason , teacheth true religion . Man was created for religions vse . There is no error halfe so daungerous , As that committed in religion . Ill happens when religion we neglect . Doubt in religion , punishment deserues . Where no religion is , no vertue bides . Religions cloake can couer much abuse . Those men may well be cald religious , That hate the world , and nothing mind but heauen . Religion linketh men in vnitie . Religion , to all vertues is the guide . Humilitie expresseth true religion . Religion doth relieue the fatherlesse , And succours widowes in aduersitie . Religion is the councell of the iust . Religion only can support the weake . Religion teacheth remedie gainst sinne . Religion comforts all afflictions . Similies on the same subiect . LIke as a Torch directs vs in the darke , So doth religion lighten all our hopes . As these our bodies liue by earthly food , So true religion doth our soules most good . As yron maketh soft the rudest earth , So doth religion temper hardest hearts . As sore eyes cannot gaze against the Sun , So wicked minds brooke no religion . As want of food the body hunger-sterues , So pines the soule through pure religions lacke . As med'cines make sicke bodies whole and sound , So doth religion wash out errours wound . Examples likewise on the same . BRennus for wronging of religion , Was smitten with a thunderbolt to death . Conomachus , religious rites prophan'd , But with an earthquake was he swallowed vp . Pherecydes nick-nam'd religion , For which he was consum'd by wormes aliue . In Athens they would not create a king , Except he had tane orders of a Priest. The chiefest oath th' Athenians had , was this : Pugnabo pro sacris , & cum alijs , & solus . Old Rome , her sonnes sent to Hetruria , To be instructed in religion . Of Truth . Truth is the fount of knowledge , earths best light : The scale to heau'n , and onely rule of right . THe weakest things are strongest props to truth , Truth is most strong , and alwai●s findeth friends . Truth neuer failes , and true loue wants no might . Triall doth certainliest the truth bewray . Falshood with truth may by no meanes abide . Deeds not by manhood , or the do●rs might , Are to be scand , but by their truth and right . What shineth nearest best , holds truest worth . Where then is truth , if there be no selfe trust ? Truth is the onely shield of best defence . When truely in our selues our faults we see , We deeme them known to all , as well as wee . An honest tale speeds best being truly told . Truth may be shent , but neuer shall be sham'd . Truth to all goodnesse is the perfect guide . All doubts resoluing , is by finding truth . How shall he thinke to find a straunger iust , That in himselfe dare put no confidence ? False dreames do euermore the truth deny . Time shewes the truth , and wit that 's bought is best . Truth soundeth sweetly in a sillie tongue . Who cherish wrongs , are bent against the truth . Truth needeth not the aid of Rhetoricke . Happie the people , blessed is the land , Where truth and vertue get the vpper hand . Nothing so hard , but is by truth explain'd . All hidden secrets , truth can best disclose . Truth to all goodnes , is the perfect guide . Truth hath two friends ; Wisdome , and Constancie . Truth standeth not vpon the tongues of men : Nor Honour , on authorities bigge frownes . Truth triumphes long , when falshood soone decaies . The truth of things , the end or time will trie . The smoothest tale , hath oft-times smallest truth . Truth most delights , when shee goes meanest clad . The seate of Truth is in our secret hearts , Not in the tongue , which falshood oft imparts . Truth needs no Orators to plead her cause . Truth feareth nothing more than to be hid . Truth with her owne light is best satisfide . A certaine truth doth need no subtill glose . Truth is a health that neuer will be sicke : An endlesse life , a Sunne that neuer sets . Truth shewes her selfe in secrecie of trust : A cleare case needs no shifting councellour . Truth vnbefriended , will find friends at last . Truth hateth most to here a feigned tale . Innocence smile before the Iudge by truth , And falshood found before he was suspect . Reprooue not rashly , neither hide the truth . Truth is a blab , and will no treasons hide . Truth is a text that troubles many minds . Truth still hath certaine bounds , but falshood none . Similies on the same subiect . AS the best steeled glasse bewraies the face , So truth best shineth in an honest soule . As purest Emeralds without foyles shine best , So truth most pleaseth in her plainest clothes . As wormwood fitteth not a lickerish taste , So truth doth neuer please a lyars tongue . As clouds oft threaten raine , and yet shed none , So stormes oft menace truth , yet hurt her not . As darkenesse is an enemie to light , So falshood is continuall foe to truth . As meane attire impaires not beauties face , So poorest ragges to truth giue no disgrace . Examples likewise on the same . IVlian Apostat ●the foe to T●u●h , Cried out at length , that Truth had conquerd him . N●s●●riu● , who contended with the truth , His tongue was eaten in his life , with wormes . The Per●●a●s in the honour of the truth , Ordain●d death to such as did denie it ▪ Popiel king of Poland , for vntruth , Was as he late aliue , deuou●●d with Rats . C●to was so r●nowmed for the truth , That he was onely said , to speake the truth . Vntruth , saith Se●eca , are meetest Armes , For any coward or base minded man. Of Vertue . Vertue , is Queene of labour , Nource of loue : The minds true grace , and blessing from aboue . ALl things decay , but vertue cannot die . Vertue makes beautie more angelicall . Vertue is free from time , and fortunes power . Men cannot leaue their vertues to their heires . Faire vertues seat is deepe within the mind , And not by shewes , but inward thoughts defin'd . Vices are noted , vertues soone forgot . Vertues best store , by giuing doth augment . There is no vertue that is borne with vs. No vertue springs , where wanteth due regard . Vertues obscurde , yeeld small and sorie gaines : But actiuely employd , true worth-retaines . Winne fame by vertue , let opinion goe . Vertue is in the mind , not the attire . Vertue and fortune neuer could agree . Vertue is loath'd of fooles , lou'd of the wise . Vertue is much more amiable and sweet , When therewithall true maiestie doth meet . Vice careth not if vertue sinke or swimme . Wit shines in vertue , vertue shines in wit. Sweetest temptations most make vertue knowne . Vertue it selfe turnes vice , being misapplyed : And vice sometimes by action dignified . The field of honour , vertue neuer looseth . Vertue will beare what can on vertue fall . True happinesse , on vertue taketh ground . The more vice reignes , the lesse doth vertue thriue . To vertues goods we onely ought to cleane , The rest are good in semblanc● , but deceaue . Vertue will liue when villanie shall die . Vertue may be disturb'd , but ne're disgrac'd . No beautie like the vertue of the mind . Vertue through darkest shades doth light her selfe . Vertue in greatest daungers being best showne , May be opprest , but neuer ouerthrowne . Vertue oft lyes where life is in disgrace . If sinne were dead , vertue could not be knowne . Sweet is the gaine which vertuous trauaile brings ▪ All vertuous minds doe vertuous deeds declare . Our vices nor our vertues neuer die , Though vnder ground a thousand yeares we lye . Vertue doth mortall things immortall make . The bond of vertue alwaies surest binds . Than vertue , there can be no greater dower . 'T is vertues selfe , that her rewards doth pay . Enuies black cloud would dim bright vertues rayes . All sorrowes in the world are farre more lesse , Than vertues might and valours confidence . Sinne counted solace , vertue is despisde . Vaine praise is shame , but honour vertues due . Without defence of vertue , nothing lasts . Onely faire vertue scales eternitie , Aboue earths all-abating tyrannie . All Orators are dumbe when vertue pleads . Vertue but stampt in Lead , is rich enough . That growes apace which vertue helpes to raise . Vertue curbes in the most vnbridled will. With goodnesse men doe s●one grow discontent , Where states are ripe to fall , and vertue spent . True vertue is rich dower for chastitie . In vertuous deeds all stratagems are good . Vertue is beautie of the inward man. Exclude discretion , vertue turnes to vice . Like to the Sunne , so vertue lights the world . Such as leaue off faire vertue● to esteeme , Doe greatly erre , that take things as they seeme . Vertue will shine though ne're so much obscur'd . Vertue depressed , is expressed more . Vertue makes women seeme to be diuine . With honours eyes let vertues plaints be scand . Vertue doth raise by very small degrees , Where in a moment Fortune casteth downe . While vertue suffers , still it vanquisheth . Need clad with vertue , is aboundant rich . Vertue is better and more sure than Artes. Vertue is not to get things , but to keepe them . Vertue on earth doth soonest bring vs fame , Makes our graues glorious , writes our names in heauen . Vertue most grieueth at her owne disgrace . A vertuous act seemes straunge in some mens sight . A vertuous mind cannot be miserable . Death is true life to euery vertuous man. Though vertue many times wants due reward , Yet seldome vice escapes deserued blame . Vertue doth neuer enuie good desert . Loue maketh vertue liue , and vice to die . Reports can neuer harme the vertuous . He is not vertuous that 's too timerous . Ech cunning sinne being clad in vertues shape , Flyes much reproofe , and many stormes doth scape . Vertues are many times by faults disgrac'd . Honours defects , by vertues are supplyed . Vertue still doteth on perfection . Vertue , in beauteous bodies shineth best . All the gay pleasures that the world can prooue , Are but sicke sorrowes to pure vertues loue . Vertue is most renowm'd in honors eyes . Vertue still smiles , when vaine conceit doth crie . Immortall vertue liues an endlesse dat● . Wisdome on Vertue as her handmaid waits . The world● opinion so doth vertue smoother , A● one beares that belongs vnto another . Vertue makes euery where a straungers home . Vertue doth conquer dissolute desires . Vertue in Princes is most glorious . Vertue deserueth more than wealth can doe . The blasts of Fortune neuer can preuaile , In the maîne sea where vertue ●oiset● saile . All pompe is vile , where vertue hath no place . Vertue doth vanquish Fortune , Time , and Death . Similies on the same subiect . AS feare of torment holds the wicked in , So vertues loue m●ke good men loath their sin . Looke how one vice begets another sinne , Euen so one vertue drawes another in . As Musicke pro●its nothing but by sound , So vertue helpes not if it saile in life . Like as the Sunne obscures all lesser lights , So vertues lustre damps all enuies sleights . As spices in their b●uising sauor most , So vertue in affliction best is seene . As wine refresheth sad dismayed minds , So vertue comforts poore distressed soules . Examples likewise on the same . KIng Alexander got the name of Great , By vertuous cariage of himselfe in warre . Spurina chose to mangl● his faire face , Rather than be seduc'de from vertuous thoughts ▪ Hercules , bad vaine pleasure get her gone : And made faire vertue his companion . Xerxes for beastlines was not so blam'd , As Galba for his vertue was renowmd . Thales affirmes , that nothing in the world , For man was meet , but vertuous actions . Cicero saith : That vertue of it selfe Is the sol● cause of happie life and death . Vertue was neuer ●ireling of the mind , But still will liue though fame had ne're a tongue . What sute of grace hath vertue to put on , If vice shall weare as good , and doe as well . Of Faith and Zeale . Faith shewes a good mans fruits , preserues the soule , And zeale doth best giue euidence of faith . FAithes best is triall , then it shineth most . The faithfull stands , the faultie man will flye . Zeale is but cold where louelesse law restraines . T is hastie rashnes where true faith doth flye . In deepe distresse , true faith doth best auaile . When once mans faith is spotted and defamd , The bodie had been better neuer framd . Zeale and good courage best become a Prince . Faith bides no perfit triall , but by time . Shipwracke of faith is made , where conscience dyes . Friends haue no priuiledge to breake their faith . The gift deserueth most is giuen in zeale . False fainting zeale , shadowed with good pretence ▪ Can find a cloake to couer each offence . F●lse faith is ouer-pois●le with we●l●●st weigh● . The ballanc● yeelds vnto the lightest feather . An easie yeelding zeale is quickly quaild . Faith violate , is most detestable . Faith once resolu'd , treads fortune vnder foot . The man that holds no faith , shall find no trust . Where faith doth fearelesse dwell in brazen tower , There spotlesse pleasure builds her sacred bower . A zealous heart is alwaies bountifull . The faith of Knighthood is by vertue tryed . Euery occasion quailes a hireling faith . The gift deserueth much is giuen in zeale . A princes greatest fault , is breach of faith . The faith of Pagans ought not be belieu'd . Faith is a fortresse gainst all fainting feare : And Zeale , the walles doth euermore vp-reare . Take faith from iustice , all things runne to spoile . Authoritie is strengthened best by zeale . Who binds himselfe by faith , had need beware . Faith to rash oathes no credit giues at all . The greater faith , the greater sufferance . Faith is the true foundation of the soule , And soonest doth redeeme the same from sinne . Zeale makes opinion stand inuincible . A good mans wish , is substance , faith , and fame . Selfe-will doth frown , when earnest zeale reprooues . Faith mounteth to the clouds on golden wings . Faith brings forth workes , and workes declare our faith . No faith too firme , no trust can be too strong . Similies on the same subiect . AS raine makes euery ground bring forth encrease . So faith of euery soule doth shew the fruits . As honours fire doth kindle high desires , So zealous faith lifts vp the lowest soule . As night doth best the diamonds glory show , So sharpe affliction best makes faith to grow . As wisdome is the only way to weale , So true discretion best directeth zeale . As loue and hate cannot agree in one , So without zeale , faith thinkes her selfe alone . Examples likewise on the same . PArmenio wild his king to breake his faith , I would ( quoth he ) were I Parmenio . Lysander made no reckoning of his faith , And therefore was by euery one reproou'd . Attilius sent to Rome vpon his faith , Boldly return'd , although it cost his life . Rastrix the Duke of Cleueland , breaking faith , Was therefore dispossest of both his eyes . Let none speake ill of vs , said Pittacus , To whome we stand obliged by our faith . Keepe faith ( saith Cicero ) with enemies What ere mishap doe follow thereupon . Of Hope . Hope is the sad hearts help , the sick thoughts friend , And what distrust impaires , Hope doth amend . ALl hope is vaine without the feare of God. Hope , on each least occasion taketh hold . Hope doth forbid vs sorrow to beleeue . When loue growes sickely , hope then daily sterues . Things out of hope , by ventring oft are woon . Hope many times on blessed hap doth light . When hope is lost in care then comfort bleeds . Vnworthy he of grace , whome once deniall Excludes from fairest hope , without more triall . All foolish hopes haue euermore bad speed . Councell doth come too late when hope is past . Men well may hope to rise , but feare to fall . It s good to hope the best , but feare the worst . Chaunging the aire , hopes time will alter chance . Despaire and hope doe still attend on loue . It s good to feare , yet let our feare be so , That to our hope it prooue no ouerthrow . Oft present hap , makes future hope to yeeld . No hap so hard but hope doth much amend . Hope to enioy , is little lesse than ioy . Honour once lost , giues farewell to all hope . Vnhappie men are subiect to no hope . Fortune may take our goods , but not our hope . The heart that 's inly hurt , is greatly easd , With hope of that may make griefe best appeasd . Hopes are vnsure , when certaine is the paine . We often fall , when most we hope to clime . As wee waxe hopelesse , violence still growes . Hope well in loue what euer be thy hap . Hope is the daily dreame of waking men . This life , is but the hope of endlesse life . Vnworthie is he of one happie day , That will not take the offer of good hope . There is no trust in youth , nor hope in age . The hope of things vnseene beares greatest price . Good conscience alwaie hath a perfect hope . Hope is a pleasing passion of the mind . To hope against all hope , is high resolue . True hope is swift , and flyes with swallowes wings , Kings it makes Gods , and meaner creatures Kings . Inconstant hope is drowned oft in feares . In midst of griefe , hope alway hath some part . Hope being deluded makes the torment more . Who cannot feare to loose , ne're hopes to haue . All greedie hope , vaine vicious humour feeds . Hope is companion euermore to loue . No one without great hopes , will follow such , Whose power and honour doth not promise much . No hope of rest , where hap true hope delayes . Hope still perswading hope , expecteth good . Hope is the God of miserable men . In vaine he hopes , who here his hope doth ground . From fruitlesse hopes but sillie fauours spring . The euenings hope may comfort mornings care . Hope built vpon the world , doth neuer thriue , But grounded once on God , at no time failes . Hope is the bread and food of wretched men . Bad haps are holpe with hope and good beliefe . No greater griefe in loue , than fruitlesse hope . Hope waits on great mens tongues , and oft beguil●● . Hopes aboue Fortune , doe fore-point deepe falls . Who thinkes to thriue by hope , oft haps to begge . To hope too much , is boldly to presume : To hope too little , ●asely to despaire . Small is his gaine that hopes for golden griefe . Meane mens preferments eleuates their hopes . Sad hopes seeme ouer long and burdenous . Grace to thy hope is alwaies safest guide . When hope and hap , when health and wealth is highest , Then woe and wracke , disease and need is nighest . Hope ( of all passions ) is the pleasantest . Vaine hopes , are like a Vane turn'd with the wind , To haue no hope , is held most miserable . To liue in hope of that men meane to giue , Is to deceiue our selues , and not to liue . Hope not for that which iustice doth denie . Where grace begins , hope makes a happie end . Similies on the same subiect . AS greatest calmes oft turne to thunderclaps , So sweetest hopes doe change to sowrest haps . As in meane places may much wealth be hid , So little hopes may mightie things expect . As sadnes is the hearts chiefe punishment , So hope is highest helpe in deepe distresse . As one part of the body toiles for all , So hope striues to accomplish all desires . As euery mettall is of Sulphur made , So euery pleasure doth from hope proceed . As honest pastimes can no way offend , So good mens hopes must needs haue happy end . Examples likewise on the same . WHen Alexander gaue great gifts away , Being askt , What for himselfe he kept ? replied , Hope . Caesar continually wasled with hope , That he should gouerne many Monarchies . Androclidas derided being lame , Said ; Then in fight I hope I shall not flie . Pindarus calleth hope , The nource of age : And Thales said , Hope was a common helpe . Learned men differ from the ignorant ( As Bias saith ) but onely by their Hope . Hope ( as Simonides the Poet saith ) Is the sole guide and gouernour of men . Of Loue. Loue is a vertue , measur'd by duteous choice , But not if it be maim'd with wilfull chaunce . TRue loue is simple like his mother Truth . Firme and vntainted loue , had neuer meane . In long delay , loue most impatient is . Our treasure we may hide , but not our loue . The truest loue is most suspitious . Loues eyes in looking neuer haue their fill . MAY is not loues month , MAY is full of flowers , But dropping APRIL : Loue is full of showers . Leud loue breeds losse , ill peace hath deadly fight . Life is most loath'd , where loue may not preuaile . Loue is the mistresse of a many minds . Loues little sweet , oft finds a longer sower . Loue 's like the winters Rose , or Sommers Ice . Loue where it likes , life where it loues would be . Loue doth desire the thing belou'd to see , That like it selfe in louely shape may be . As loue is loth to part , so seare shunnes death . Luke warme desires best fit with crazed loue . Valour nor loue dwells where diuision is . Nought worth is loue without true constancie . Loue cannot sound well , but in louers tongues . Loues strongest bands , vnkindnes doth vnbind . Firme loue that is in gentle brests begun , No idle charme may easily remooue . Short is the ioy of him that longest loues . Loue neuer can endure a Paragon . The greater loue , the greater is the losse . True loue is often sowne , but seldome growes . Loose loues are vaine , and vanish still to smoake . Loue , that two hearts makes one , so frames one will. Too hard a lesson t is for liuing clay , From loue ( in course of nature ) to refraine . Firme loue , the dread of daunger doth despise . Loue may not be compeld by masterie . Sweet loue barres lewdnesse from his companie . Causelesse to chaunge loue , is most foule reproch . Loue hateth thought of all vngentlenes . A louers heauen must passe by sorrowes hell . All losse is lesse , yea lesse is infamie , Than losse of loue to him that loues but one . They cannot iudge of loue , that ne're did loue . Loue wants his eyes , yet shoots he passing right . The shrine of loue doth seldome offrings want . What can be said , that louers cannot say ? Blind loues , best Poets haue imperfect sight . Loue deeply grounded , hardly is dissembled . Loue is a fiend , a fire , a heauen , a hell , Where pleasure , paine , and sad repentance dwell . Where both deliberate , the loue is light . True loue is mute , and oft amazed stands . Who euer lou'd , that lou'd not at first sight ? The darkest night is Cupids brightest day . Loue alwaies makes those eloquent that loue . There 's nothing more than counsell , louers hate . The light of hidden fire , it selfe discouers : And loue that is conceald betraies poore louers . A louer most restraind , the worser fares . Loue is too full of faith , too credulous . Great force and vertue hath a louing looke . No stonie limits can hold out true loue . What loue can doe , that dare it still attempt . Sweet are those bands that true loue doth combine . Loue goes toward loue like schoole-boyes from their bookes : But loue from loue , to schoole with heauie lookes . No loue so sweet as where both soules consent . True perfect loue is quickest of beleefe . It 's better loue and liue , than loath and die . Free vent of words , loues fire doth asswage . Lookes doe kill loue , and loue by lookes reuiues . Foule words and frownes will not compell a louer . Louers well wot , what griefe it is to part , When twixt two bodies liueth but one heart . Loue easily commenteth on euery woe . Loues gentle spring doth alwaies fresh remaine . Loue maketh young men thrall , and old men dote . In follie loue is wise and foolish wittie . A louers houres are long , though seeming sho●● . Louers doe say , The heart hath treble wrong , When it is bard the ayding of the tongue . Loue doth with gall and hony both abound . It is not loue , that loues to anger loue . Loue still is free and led with selfe-delight . Sweet is the loue that comes with willingnes . Who learnes to loue , the lesson is so plaine : That once made perfect , neuer lost againe . There is no paine like loues sweet miscrie . Great talke of loue proceeds but from the tongue . Loue makes blunt wits , right pleasing Oratours . All loue deceits are held excusable . Loue is most sweet and faire in euery thing . Loue well is said , to be a life in death , That laughes and weepes , and all but with a breath . Such ve●●ue loue hath , to make one of two . The fire of loue is blown by dalliance . Loues speciall lesson , is to please the eye . Loues glorie doth in greatest darknes shine . Loue is a spirit all compact of fire , Not gr●sse to s●●ke , but light and will aspire . Loue paints his longings in faire virgins eyes . If merit looke not well , Loue bids , stand by . Loue loftie , doth despise a lowly eye . Loue neuer will be drawn , but must be led . Although sweet loue to conquer glorious be . Yet is the paine farre greater than the fee. He that shewes all his loue , doth loue but lightly . Fauours make happy louers euer dumbe . The latest wonne , is alwaies lou'd the longer . Equall estate , doth nourish equall loue . Loue in braue spirits , kindles goodly fire , Which to great height of honour doth aspire . Loue makes at once , sicke , sound , aliue , and dead . Loue makes diuided creatures liue in one . Loue is a thing that feeds on care and feare . Poore is the loue that pouertie impaires . All loues conceits are excellently wittie . Two eyes him needeth , both to watch and wake . That louers will deceiue and find their scape . That loue is singular , is least in sight . A pregnant loue conceits a thousand things . Wanton conceits are rife , where loue is wittie , Disdaine to true loue yet was euer foe . That loue is it which alwaies lasteth long . That tends to neither of the louers wrong . Vnwoed loue knowes not what pittie meanes . They loue indeed , that dare not say they loue . Loues workes are more than of a mortall temper . Hearts are Loues food , his drinke is louers teares . Loue is a golden bubble full of dreames , That waking breakes , and fils vs with extreames . The gaine is griefe to them that traffique loue . Loue is in prime of youth , a Rose ; in age , a Weed . Loue , for a minutes ioy , payes endlesse paine . Meane men in loue haue frownes as well as Kings . Two constant louers being ioyned in one , Yeelding to one another , yeeld to none . Loue truly bred , true triall will abide . Mens loue is written on the Angels brests . Loue , with true friends will alwaies liue and die . Loue is refiner of inuention . The faultes that are in loue ▪ by loue committed , By loue for loue doe claime to be remitted . Loue teacheth musicke to vnskilfull men . Loue woon by vertue , still is permanent . The loue of beautie , reason oft beguiles . Loue is the Lord of hope and confidence . Loue whe●s the d●llest wits , his plagues are such : Yet makes the wise by pleasing dote as much . Likenesse in manners maketh loue most pure . Vertue cannot be perfect , wanting loue . Loue is most fortunate where courage liues . Concealed loue burnes with the fiercest flame . Louers best like to see themselues alone , Or with their loues , if needs they must haue one . A cold base loue , cooles not a hot desire . Hate in the name of loue doth oft presume . Sel●e ▪ loue , of mischiefe is the only ground . The ●owards warfare is a wanton loue . Where ●rowes a perfect sympathie of hearts , E●h passion in the one , the other paineth . Pure loue did neuer see the face of feare . Lasciuious loue is root of all remorse . Loue wonne in heat , will with a cold be lost . Loue , and high seat , no equals can endure . Louers haue quick all corners searching eyes . Similies on the same subiect . LIke as the waxe doth quench , and feed the flame , ●o loue to men giues both despaire and life . As luie finds fit meanes whereby to climbe , So loue sorts out his subiect where him list ▪ As fire with violence consumeth wood , So scorne with crueltie doth murder loue . As young vines yeeld most wine , but old brings best , So young loue speaketh much , but old doth most . Like as affection is in louers restlesse . So being perfect , it is likewise endlesse . As fancie must be cured by affection , So loue is onely remedied by loue . Examples likewise on the same . PAusanias lou'd his wife with such firme loue , As no description well could set it downe . Prediccas for his loue to Alexander , Refused mightie wealth in Macedon . The Emperour Claudius would not loue or hate , But as he wa● thereto by others led . Scipio so lou'd the Poet Ennius , That being dead , he kept his picture still . Zeno , although a Stoicke , yet did yeeld , That loue in young men was most requisite . Cicero not gain-said wise men to loue So they might loue without deepe cares and sighes . Of Hate . Hate , is loues enemie , and Friendships foe : Neighbourhoods bane , and Peaces ouerthrow . HAte cannot worke , where nature planteth loue . Hates eies may slumber , but can hardly sleepe . Hatred is chiefest enemie to loue . That which is h●ld with hate , we feare to loose . Who hates himselfe to loue another man , Sencelesse should be esteemed of all men . The deadliest hate , with s●iles , securely stands . Where rancour rules , there hate doth most preuaile . Lewd loue , is hate ; and base desire is shame . Youth old in will , age young in hate doth make . 'T is incident to them who many feare , Many to them more grie●o●es hate doe beare . In meckenesse maskes the most distemperd hate . True faithfull loue will neuer turne to hate . Men oft shew fauour to conceale the●● hate . Hatred attendeth on prosperitie . The sweetest loue , changing his propertie : Turnes to the sowrest and most deadly hate . Loue so , thou maist haue little feare to hate ▪ Few hate their faults ; all hate of them to heare . A rooted hate will hardly be displac'd . Fie on the loue that hatcheth hate and death . These are the greatest spoilers of a state : Young ●●nsell , priuat gaine , and partiall hate . Hate without might comes euer more too late . A poore mans hate is very perillous . Mercie may mend , whome hatred made transgresse . From deepe desire● , oft comes the deadliest hate . Hatred must be beguil'd by some new course , Where states are strong , and Princes doubt their force . Neuer put trust in them that hate their blood . Hate seekes to salue his harmes by swist reuenge . Enforced wedlock breeds but secret hate . Hate euurmore is blind , and so is loue . In v●●lgar eares delight it alwaies breeds , To haue the hated authors of misdeeds . Where h●●e doth rule , Lordship small safetie hath . Hate nourisheth contempt , debate , and rage . Hate furrowes vp a graue to burie loue . But few will follow them whom princes hate . Hate and disdaine doe neuer brooke respect , Consisting in true louing hearts neglect . To colour ●a●e with kindnesse , some commend . Hid hate exce●deth open enmiti●● Lookes oft ti●●● hate , when as the heart doth loue ▪ No hate like that of friends , once chang'd to foes . Who foster hate , can neuer find out loue . Most happie he , to whome loue comes at last , And doth restore what hate before did wast . Hate many times is hid in smoothest lookes . The wrong of friends exceeds the soe-mans hate . Hate buried once , hurts deadly afterward . A b●d mans hate can neuer harme the good . With pleasing speech men promise and protest . When hatefull hearts l●e lurking in their breast . Whome all men hate , none is so fond to loue . Hate commonly doth most offend it selfe . Hates winking is a prep'ratiue to death . Similies on the same subiect . AS Lyons are discerned by their pawes , So hatefull men are by their qualities . As enuie braggeth and can draw no blood , So hate in stead of hurt , oft doth men good . As greenest wood lies long before it burne , So hate stands watching till fit time to harme . As blindnes , led by blindnes , needs must fall , So hate , vrg'de on by hate , harmes least of all . As children for their faults haue slye excuses , So hates smooth lookes hide very foule abuses . As crauen Cocks make shew , yet dare not fight , So hate makes proffers , when he dares nor bite . Examples likewise on the same . DEmetrius Phalerius did condemne Any that iustly could be said to hate . Stesilia did procure Themistocles , Euen to the death to hate Aristides . Cato and Caesar hated not each other , Vntill Seruilia made them enemies . Clodius did hate the men that lou'd him most , And therefore was of all abandoned . Cicero saith , No honest citizen Can be procur ' de to hate his enemie . Pindarus held no vice more odious , Than enuious hatred , in what man so ere . Of Chastitie . Chast life is graces seale , deuotions staffe , Marke of the iust , and crowne of martyrdome . CHastitie is bright honours glorious crowne , Lost iewels may be found , Chastitie neuer That 's lost but once : and once lost , lost for euer . Shee is most chast , that 's but enioyd of one . Pure chastitie is beautie to our soules , Grace to our bodies , peace to our desires . We breake chast vowes when we liue loosely euer . The purest incense on the altar smokes . But chastest thoughts are Nectar in Ioues sight . Chastitie lost , can neuer be restor'd . Eternall thraldome rather should be wisht , Than losse of chastiti● , or chaunge of loue . Chast loue is founded on a iust desire . When chastitie is rifled of her store , Lust , the proud theefe , is poorer than before . Chast things are charie to the Gods themselues . Chast eyes are blind at any gaudie gift , And dease her eares to goodliest promises . Chast eyes will banish lustfull sights away . Riches and beautie praiseth not a wife , But pleasing of her husband , and chast life , No princes wealth can prize true chastitie . The browne complexion fam'd for chastitie , Exceedeth farre the fair'st suspected beautie . No life to libertie , no loue like chastitie . Chastitie beautifies the meanest coat , Better than blame in richest clothing clad . Beautie vnchast is reckned nothing worth . Chastitie , weakely can withstand proud wealth And dignitie , both leagued to assault . Chastitie is the crowne of happy life . In wedlocke , chastitie is speciall good : But more , in virgins life and widowhood . Chastities wrongs , bondage awarrants not . Chastitie is the beautie of the soule , The ioy of heauen , best iewell here on earth . Wanton desire , chast lookes doth often hide . Chastitie , charitie , and humilitie , Are the united vertues of the soule . Frugalitie is badge of chastitie . Beautie vnchast , is like the Mandrakes fruit , Sightly in shew , but poysonous in tast . Idlenes is the foe to chastitie . Nothing in women worthy praise remaines , If once their ( glorie ) chastitie be lost . Where gold 's too plentie , chastitie growes cheape . Faire is the face which promiseth pure loue , But that celestiall , liues by chastitie . Fortitude , with chast life , adorne the soule . Shee is not chast that is by feare compeld : Neither she honest , that with need is wonne . Modest and chast , is dourie rich enough . Chastitie in extremitie is knowne , And in the end crownd with eternitie . A wandring eye bewrayes an vnchast mind . With reasons reines , chastitie bridles lust . Where needie want is ioynd with chastitie , There vncleane life gets some authoritie . Chast eares cannot endure dishonest talke . The modest eye controlles loues wanton ryot . Chast modest thoughts beseeme a woman best . Similies on the same subiect . AS beautie lookes like flowers in the spring , So chastitie is like the starres of heauen . As Violets smell sweet in any sente , So chastitie shines bright in euery eye . As water-drops will pearce the hardest flint , So chast resolue o'recomes the proudest lust . As glasses broke , can neuer be repaird , So chastitie once lost , is ne're restor'd . As lust and libertie doth shorten life , So chastitie makes endlesse liue the soule . As champions by their manhood are best knowne , So is good life by spotlesse chastitie . Examples likewise on the same . THe Spartane virgins rather chose to die , Than loose the honour of pure chastitie . Nic●nor moou'd a Thebane maid to lust , Which to preuent , she gladly slue her selfe . Lucrece once rifled of her chastitie , Imagin'd following life , but infamie . Diripen●●na , by her fathers hands , Was done to death to saue her chastitie . Va●ro did hold the man religious , That made a conscience of his chastitie . Qu●●t●l●an saith , I hat heauens chiefest gift Bestowed on man , is blessed chastitie . Of Beautie . Beautie is Natures priuiledge , a close deceit , A short times tyrant , and vast Monarchie . BEautie but seldome seene , makes vs admire it . Beautie is such a bait , that ( swallowed ) choakes . Beauties best treasure , is the owners harme . Selfe-pleasing soules doe play with beauties baites . There is no name ( if shee be false or not ) But being faire , some enuious tongue will blot . Beautie doth varnish age , as if new borne . Where faire is not , no boor to paint the brow . Beautie being borrowed , merits no regard . Simples fit beautie , fie on drugs or Art. Beautie doth sweetly quicken when 't is nigh : But distant farre , murders , where 't is belou'd . Seldome want guests where beautie bids the feast . Care and suspition is faire beauties dower . Beautie brings perill , wanting safe protection . Beautie at death can be bequeath'd to none . Were beautie vnder twentie lo●kes kept fast , Yet l●u● will through , and picke them all at last . Nice fooles delight to be accounted faire . Beautie is soonest lost , too choicely kept . Beautie to beautie alwaies is benigne . Beautie within it selfe should not be wasted . Bright beautie is the bait , which with delight , Doth most allure man to encrease his kind . Beautie and wealth are fraught with coy disdaine . Beautie is often with it selfe at strife . True beautie needs no other ornament . Men praise the face , yet blame the flintie mind . The fairest flower of beautie fades away , Like the fresh Lillie in the Sun-shine day . Swift time makes wrinkles in the fairest brow . Faire women grieue to thinke they must be old . Pittie and smiles doe best become the faire . Beautie hath priuiledge to checke all dutie . All things that faire , that pure , and glorious been , Offer themselues on purpose to be seene . Alluring shewes most deepe impression strike . Sweetly it fits the faire to wantonnize . Nothing but crueltie misseemes the faire . Beautie is nothing if it be not seene . No greater corsiue to our blooming yeeres , Than the cold badge of winter-blasted haires . Beautie will be where is the most resort . Beautie is mightie , yet her strength but weake . Beautie like Autumne fades and falls away . Beautie hath power to ouercome the strong . Faire flowers that are not gathered in their prime . R●t and consume themselues in little time . The Summers beautie yeelds to winters blasts . By clouds of care best beauties are defac'd . Beautie being shamelesse , soemes a loath some sight . Amongst faire Roses grow some stinking weeds . The fairer and more beautifull the skie , The ouglier seeme the clouds that in it lye . Nothing so soone allures as beautie doth . Religion is austere , but beautie mild . The fair'st in shew must carrie all away . At fairest signes , best welcome is surmiz'd . Beautie in heauen and earth this grace doth win , It supples rigor , and it lessens sinne . Dainties are made for tast , beautie for vse . Seeds spring from seeds , and beauty beauty breedeth . Beautie oft crazeth like a broken glasse . Both old and young , and all would fairest be . Hardly perfection is so absolute , But some impuritie doth it pollute . A small fault soone impaires the sweetest beautie . The verie fairest hath her imperfection . Beautie to dwell with woe , deformes it selfe . As fairest beautie fades , so loue growes cold . Beautie it selfe , doth of it selfe perswade The eyes of men , without an Oratour . If beautie were not , loue were quite confounded . The fairest flowers haue not the sweetest smell . The painted face sets forth no perfect blood . The beautie of the mind excels the face . Desire being Pilot , and bright beautie prize . Who can feare sinking where such treasure lyes● Beautie is able sorrow to beguile . There 's none so faire , whose beautie all respect . The fairest buds are soonest nipt with frosts . Who builds on beautie , builds but for a while . Beautie is cuer held so much more faire , By how much lesse her hate makes loue despaire . That 's quickly staind , which is the purest fine . In fairest stone small raine soone makes a print . Ill fare that faire which inwardly is foule . Beautie is inward vertue of the soule . We trample grasse , and prize the flowers in MAY , Yet grasse is greene , when fairest flowers decay . The loue of beautie , Reason quite forgets . The cause of loue is only beauties lookes . Beautie and youth once banisht , ne're returne . Chast thoughts makes beautie be immortallizd . Faire beautie is the sparke of hot desire , And sparkes in time will kindle to a fire . Sicknesse and age are beauties chiefest foes . Weeds oft times grow , when fairest flowers fade . Beautie is like a faire , but fading flower . Where beautie most abounds , there wants most ruth . The goodliest gemme being blemisht with a cracke , Looseth both beautie and the vertue too . Beautie doth whet the wit , makes bold the will. Beautie makes Art to worke beyond it selfe . Vnhonest beautie is a deadly poyson . Vertue-Iesse beautie doth deserue no Ioue . The fairest flower nipt with the winters frost , In shew seemes worser than the basest weed . The perfect glasse of vertue , beautie is . No bait so sweet as beautie , to the eye . White seemes the fairer when as blacke is by . The purest Lawne is apt for euery staine . Better it is with beautie to be blinded , Than beauties graces should be blindly minded . Beautie is tearm'd the mistresse of delight . Beautie oft iniures them endued there with . Beautie enflates and puffeth vp the mind . Humilitie with beautie seldome is . Beautie brings fancie to a daintie feast , And makes a man , that else were but a beast ▪ Man of all creatures is most beautifull . Beautie not proud , nothing more excellent . Similies on the same subiect . AS the right Corall need no other grace , So Artl●sse beautie best sets sorth the face . As finest cloth will soonest catch a staine , So fairest lookes may shadow minds most vaine . As greatest feasts seldome can want fit friends , So beauties house will hardly lacke resort . As medlers with the fire are easily scorcht , So they that gaze on beautie soone are caught . As coldest Climates haue their Summer dayes , So coolest thoughts are fierd at beauties blaze . As that same Speare which harme must heale the wound , So looke where beautie kills , it must reuiue . Examples likewise on the same . HErcules being a mightie conquerour , Yet vaild his courage at faire beauties feet . The ●ybian Lyons loo●e their sternest might , If of a beauteous face they once get sight . The S●an●ian Lord , by nature dull and rude , By sight of beautie lost this seruitude . Alcestaes beautie made M●ande●s Swannes , To leaue the stood and on her shoulders pearch . Chrysippus held , that beautie did preserue Kindnes , and all societie with men . Zeno , the Prince of Stoickes did agree , That beautie , like could very hardly be . Of Iealousie . Iealousie is hells torment to the mind , Quite quenching reason , and encreasing rage . LOue euer laughes when Iealousie doth weepe . If age be iealous , youth will be vntrue . No hell can be compard to Iealousie . This still we find , where iealousie is bred , Hornes in the mind are worse than on the head . Suspect bewraies our thoughts , betraies our words . Suspitious eyes are messengers of woe . Iealous suspect is linked with despaire . Well fares the man , how ere his cates doe tast , That tables not with foule suspition . Better to die , than be suspitious . Trust not too soone , nor all too light mistrust . Mistrust doth treason in the trustiest raise . Where Iealousie directesh forward wills , Beauties sweet dalliance with despight a kills . Iealousie kindles enuie● quenchlesse fire . Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind . Suspition often wounds as a ●●ope as death . When sweet repose doth calme the troubled mind , Then base suspect soon'st leaues his ●●ing behind . Daungerous suspect still waits on loues delight . Suspition oft times breeds a further ill . Once guiltie ▪ and suspected euermore . O Iealousie , when truth once takes thy part , No mercie-wanting Tyrant so seuere . No secrecie can be without suspect . Iealousie is the father of reuenge . Iealousie pines it selfe to death aliue . Thy wise being faire be not thou iealous , Because suspition cur●● not womens follies . Iealousie growes extreame , by lengthning it . A iealous man no counsell will admit . Iealousie is the sruit of suddaine choice . The heart being once infect with iealousie , Griefe is the night , and day darke miscrie . No thraldome like the yoke of iealousie . Suspition giues continuall cause of care . Iealousie is Disdaines blacke harbinger . Iealousie is the torment of the mind , For which ▪ nor w●t , nor counsell helpe can find . Suspition wounds , but iealousie strikes dead . Suspect sends men too swiftly to their end . Who trauailes in suspect , are bound to haste . Too much s●spition o● another , is A flat ●●nd●●●●ng of ou● owne amisse . Passio●● kept priuat , doe most preiudice . Suspition needs no vrger but it selfe . Wise men haue alwaies hated iealousie . Where once suspition breedeth enmitie , 'T is hard with shewes to compasse amitie . Iealousie murdereth hospitalitie . Iealousie rootes vp all good neighbourhood . Iealousie reckons friends no more than foes . Similies on the same subiect . AS no content is like the sweetes of loue , So no despaire can match with iealousie . Loue , as it is diuine with loyaltie , So is it hellish , wrapt in iealousie . As from small brookes great riuers doe arise , So huge distemper springs from iealousie . As Crowes do deeme their brood the fairest birds , So iealous men their owne choise most commend . As shippes in tempests by the winds are tost , So fond conceits doe hurrie iealous heads . As kindnesse doth delight in companie , So is it poyson to mad iealousie . Examples likewise on the same . THe Persians were so iealous of their wiues ▪ As but in waggons they ne're went abroad . Phanius lockt vp his wife through iealousie , Whereby she compast what she could not else . Procris was slaine through her owne iealousie , Hid in a bush to watch her husbands walke . Argus , albeit he had an hundred eyes , Yet could not keepe from Io , Iupiter . Cicero calleth Iealousie , a feare Of loosing that belongs to ones owne selfe ▪ Chrysippus holds , that iealousie ill brookes A partner in the thing it most esteemes . Of Wit and Wisdom Wisdome is Natures child , Experience heire , Discretely rul'd , while Wit gads euery where . WIsdome seemes blind , when she beholdeth best . Wisdome growne wealthie , liueth then at quiet . No wisdome with extremities to deale . It 's wisdome to giue much : a gift preuailes When deepe perswading Oratorie failes . Mans wit doth build for time but to deuoure , Wisdome is alwaies held the chiefest wealth . Ech soyle o● cou●trey is a wise mans home . He is not wise , that hauing scap●● a harme Will afterward goe meddle with it more . Faire sober speed , is counted wisdomes hast . All after-wit , is euer dearely bought . Wisdome bids stay , though foot be in the gate . Not cowardise , but wisdome warnes to yeeld ▪ When fortune aids the proud iusulting foe . Feed 〈…〉 les with toyes , and wise men with regard . When clouds appeare , wise men put on their cloakes . He wisely walketh that doth safely goe . All places that the eye of heauen sur●aies , Are ( to a wise man ) happie ports and hauens ▪ What wise men see , the vulgar little thinke . Sad pawse and deepe regard , becomes the wise . Warie sore-sight doth master head-strong will. Wise men doe seldome sit and wayle their wo●s , But presently preuent the wayes to waile . No common things can please a wandring wit Without discretion , vertue seemes like vice . Good wit ill vsde , may harme a common-wealth ▪ Wisdome commaunds to part the dead and sicke , Ieast they infect the faulelesse and the quicke . Discretion practiseth the things are good . In loue , discretion is the chiefest helpe . Ouer discretion , Fortune hath no power ▪ All after-wit is like a shower of raine , That falls 〈…〉 i●ely on the r●pened graine . Sharpenesse of wit quickly enslames desire . What strength denyes , wit may aspire vnto . Wit bendeth not where will doth shew most force . If thou haue lost by fore-wits rash preuention , Win it againe by after-wits contention . Who trusteth most his wit , is ignorant . Wisdome in midst of rage appeareth best . By others faults wise men reforme their owne . The Pilot , that by skill the ship doth guide And not by might : makes vessels brooke the tyde . Wisdome is poore , her dowrie is content , To play the foole well , is good signe of wit. Some little pawse doth helpe the quickest wit ▪ Wise men for fortune doe so well prouide , That though she shake them , yet they will not slide . Wisdome will flourish when as folly fades . True wisdome bids , rather doe well than speake . Wise-men haue companie , though left alone . Wisdome must iudge twixt men a●t to amend , And minds incurable , borne to offend . A wise mans countrey is the world throughout . Wisdome is wealth , euen to the poorest wretch . Natures imperfect things , wisdome makes right . Reformed wit can scant so instly deeme , But that it leaues true goods , for such as seeme . Wisdome doth beautifie meane pouertie . Vnskilfull heads run recklesse on their will. Sound iudgement slightly weighes opinion . Too few there be that doe discreetely learne , What pr●sit rightly ought themselues concerne . Who trusts his wit , by wit is soonest tript . By wit we speake , by wit the mind is rul'd . By wit we gouerne all our actions . Wit in a woman , like to oyle enflam'd , Kindles great vertue , or much vanitie . Wit is the load-starre of ech humane thought . Wise men will take their opportunities . All wisdomes heires are iealous of their fall . Wisdome hath charmes and incantations , Can tame huge spirits and outragious passions . Slow to beleeue , from wisdome doth proceed . High is the seat which wisdome doth commend . It 's wisdome when we winne , to winne to saue . When all gainst one , and none for him will speake , Who thinkes himselfe most wise , will prooue too weake . Will doth desire , what wisdome still reprooues . Wisdome breeds care , but folly want doth bring . Wit daunceth many times , when folly pipes . T●attempt with others daunger , not our owne , A chiefest part of wisdome may be browne . 'T is wisdome not to be too credulous . Short l●ued wits doe wither as they grow . Home ●i●l is y●k●s●●e to a wand●●●ng wit. ●●Wis●men 〈…〉 a●●e , Th'v●i●●●● peace , before the insiest warre . Vnwise weaues he that takes two webbes in hand . Things well regarded , longest doe endure . Fore-fi●ht doth f●ll on all aduantage wait . It is no wisdome to enlarge ● thrall , Whose free ●●●● may returne thee greater harme . The office of wisdome , is to shadow griese . Wisdome is that where by the soule doth liue . Wisdome is plentifull in good examples . Those wits that know how much faire graces mooue , May there by draw sound arguments of loue . Wit getteth wealth , but none by wealth get wit. No noble b●●●ge like ornament of wit. Nothing more fine than wit , nothing more sickle . Men that neglect their owne for want of wit , Make something nothing , by augmenting it . Wit wonne by industrie is hardly lost . When age approcheth , wisdome waxe●h young . Wisdome makes poore men rich ; rich , honourable . All pearles are not deriued from one shell , Nor all good wits within one countrey dwell . Iustice , not ioyn'd with wisdome's crueltie . Wisdome in man , is no meane happinesse . Similies on the same subiect . AS from the earth the plough all brambles cleares , So wisdome from the mind all vices root . As wise men for them selues are meetest scribes , So fooles ne're care what straunger knowes their hearts . As brasse or yron ( by vse ) become most bright : So wit employ'd , shines faire in all mens sight . As emptie vessels yeeld the loudest sound , So those of meanest wit will prattle most . As Bees by their owne hony oft are hurt , So wit by wisdome many times is scourg'd . As Sea-crabs vse to swimme against the streame , So wit with wisdome alwaies will contend . Examples likewise on the same . CAesar in his great fortunes gloried , Yet by his wisdom all were brought to passe . Antonius the Emperour was so wise , He ne're repented what-●oe're he did . Scipio , accus'd vniustly , by his wit In making answere , wonne himselfe renowme . The Senate did acquire Emilius Scaurus , Onely because he answer'd wittily . Plato in his Conuiuim doth affirme , That wisdome is the onely gift in man. Tullie tearmes wisdome , mistresse of this life : Likewise , an Art instructing to liue well . Of Learning , &c. Learning and Knowledge are the lampes of life , Chiefe guides to Artes and all perfections . LEarning in spight of fate will mount alost . Vaine is the Art that will deceiue it selfe . Midas base brood doe sit in honours chaires , Where to the Muses sonnes are onely heires . Art hath a world of secrets in her power . There is no age ought thinke too late to learne . The world doth smile on euery so●tish clowne , And most vngently treadeth learning downe . Oft highest worthes are paid with spightfull hire . Art is but base , with them that know it not . None haue more hard or more obdurate minds , Than vicious hare-braines , and illit'rate hinds . The rarest gifts doe need no trumpets sound . Learning by vertue is more beautifull . True Art can wound as deepe as any steele . Who may haue helpe assuredly else where , In vaine seeke wonders out of Magique Art. Knowledge is hurtfull , if discretion want . Art must be wonne by Art , and not by might . Needs must those men be blind , an● blindly led , Where ●● good l●ss●ns ●●●●●●●a●n'd or read . Nature is most of all adorn'd by A●tes . The purest studie seeketh 〈◊〉 things . Learning hath power to d●a● men waxen rude , To ciuill loue of ▪ Art and ●●rti●●●● . Wit learneth vs what secret● Science yeelds . Artes perish , wanting ho●●●● and ap●l●u●e . Learning can bridle the infornall kind : To wit , the perturbations of the mi●● ▪ The priest vnpaid can neither sing nor say . Skill and the loue of skill , doe ●ue● kisse . ●ooles will ●in● fault witho●● the cause disc●●ring . And argue most of that they ●a●e n● lea●●●●g . No bond of loue so s●rong a ▪ knowledg● is . Learning , to graue experience , ought to bow . True Science suted in well ●ou●●d ●imes , Is nourished for sa●● in after-times . Learning to conquest adde●h p●rpetuitie . Learning , first founder w●● of publ●●●e w●a●es . When dolts haue lu●●● , o● hen●● ▪ step to s●ay : Let Schollers burne their boo●e● , and g●e to pla● . Learning is ages comfort , you●hes b●st guide . Learning makes young men so ●●● , old men wi●e . D●ll●●● 〈◊〉 learnin● d●e desire , Bu● 〈…〉 e wise . To vnl●●●●●●uill , hat'hest learning is . Opinion without l●●rning is not good . Some men so 〈…〉 , That o●● ther ●●rre the worke before was well . Knowledge continues when all wealth else wast● . Knowledge in all things is ●ight prositable . The mind withdrawne ●rom studie , for supplies , Is learnings wracke , where want doth tyrannize . To know , and want performance , is mishap . Best knowledge is ●or men to know themselues . Coy readers deeme , that dull conceits proceed From ignorance , the cause being onely need . Poets are borne , but Oratours are made . Poetrie quickeneth wit , sweetens discourse . Poets scant sweetly write , except they meet With sound rewards , for ser●oning so sweet . Learning and knowledge , good minds most desire . Knowledge , before all else should be preferd . True learning hath a bodie absolute , That in apparant sence it selfe can su●e . Breuitie is great praise of eloquence . Silence in wise men is sweet eloquence . The man that scorneth all the Artes of schoole , Lackes but a long coat , to be natures foole . Eloquence is the ornament of speech . Eloquence makes bad matters oft seeme good . They which doe like all Artes which can be thought , Doe comprehend not any as they ought . Experience is the mistresse of old age . Men rich in knowledge hate all other wealth . Arts , which right hard doe seeme at our first sight , By triall are ●ade easie , quicke and light . Experience , times characters rac●th out . Knowledge distinguisheth twixt ●en and beasts , Learning will liue , and vertue still shall shine , When follie dyes , and ignorance doth pine . Learning , with courage , make a man complete . Let Guns serue gownes , and bucklers yeeld to books . Arts want may stop our tongues , but not our teares . Similies on the same subiect . AS learning helpe ▪ to purchase all men fame , So ( truly le●●n'd ) doth more renowme their name . As ground vntil'd can neuer bring ●o●th g●aine , So vnlearn'd valour 〈◊〉 taketh paine . As men by folly ●●●●●●●● the Gods , Euen so by 〈…〉 they neerest them . As Bees sucke honey out of di●ers fl●we●s , So out of Science● men knowl●d●● learne ▪ As seales i●p●in●●●●●●●ly ●o●●e in wa●e , So Poets in dull mind●●●●●●●hou●hts ●●presse . As Musque quic●●n● 〈…〉 hea●t● , So drowsie soules are c●●●●'d w●th eloquence . Examples likewise on the same . ALexander honoured Aristotle , And made his pillow Homers ●●ades . In campe or else-where ●●sar alwaies bare , His Commentaries as hi● bosome friend ▪ Robert king of Sci●ill vs'd to say . Kingdome and all goe , ●●●● I learning loose . Ptolomie Philadelp●●● , l●●●i●gs friend , Fiue hundred thousand bookes had in his studi● . Man ( as saith ▪ Aristotl● ) was create To vnderstand , and afterward to doe . Oh Science said graue Plato ) how would men Loue and esteeme thee , if they knew thee right ? Of Kings and Princes . Kings are the images of Gods on earth : And therefore they are cal'd , Gods of the earth . KIngs like to Gods should gouerne euery thing . Monarchs misdeeds cannot be hid in clay ▪ Vnhappie kings , that ne●er may be ●aught To know themselues , or to discer●e their saul●● . Princes are glasses to their subiects eyes . The liues of princes are their subiects bookes . To whome should su●iects for true iusti●●●s●●e , When Kings themselues doe reig●e by 〈◊〉 ? The greatest scandale wai●s on great● s●s●a●e . Poore groomes are sightlesse night ; Kings , glorious day . A king should euer priuiledge his pleas●●e , And make his peeres esteeme it as t●●ir treasure . The cares of kings wast li●● , and hasten age . Within one la●d , one single sway i● best . Princes like Sunnes are eu●●●●re in sight , All see the clouds that doe ecclipse their lig●t . Diuided kingdomes make diuided hearts . Good deeds from kings must not be drawne perforce . A Princes wealth , in spending still doth spread , Like to a poole with many fountaines fed . Minions too great , argue a king too weake . Kings sleeping , see with eyes of other men . Whereas proud conquest keepeth all in awe , Kings oft are forc'd in seruice ●okes to draw . A kings great arme doth reach from shore to shore . Kings vse their loues as garments they haue worne . Princes haue but their titles for their glorie , And outward honour for an inward toyle . Kings pardon death , but can not pardon shame . Kings want no means t' accomplish what they would . Princes , for meere vnseli imaginations , Do often feele a world of resilesse ca●e● . It shames a Prince to say ▪ IF THAT I COVLD , Kings liues reputed are their subi●cts lights . Betweene kings titles and their lowly name , There 's nothing differ ▪ but the outward f●●me . No common fortunes can once blemish kings . A begging prince , what begger pitties not ? Where Angele in the cause of Kings doe sight , VVeake men must fall ▪ for bea●●n regards the right . A king , woes slaue , must kingly woe obey . Kings may winne kingdoms , but not conquer hearts ▪ Not all the water in the rough rule sea , Can wash the balme from an annoi●ted king . The linkes of princes loue , are blood and warre . Poore priuat men ●ound not their princes hearts . This fault is euer incident to kings , Too much to credit ouer pleasing things . Princes respect their honour more than blood . To be a Prince , is more than be a man. The man that at a subiects use doth anne , To the princes bodie giues a priuie maime . Princes like Lyons neuer will be tam'd . Kings will be onely , competirors must downe . Gnats are vnnoted where-soe're they flie , But Eagles gaz'd vpon with euery eye . A kings great name makes not his fault the lesse . Desire of soueraigntie respects no faith . Foolish the begger , that to touch a crowne , VVould with the scepter strait be smitten downe . The threats of kings are like the thunders noise . Kings haue long armes , and rulers reach at large . Princes are as the glasse , the schoole , the booke , VVhere subiects eyes doe learne , doe read , doe looke . Maiestie shines like lightning from the East . A princes will ought not exceed his law . Mildnesse doth better sute with maiestie , Than rash reuenge , and rough seueritie . Princes desires are many times corrupt . Princes oft fauour flatterers more than friends . Kings doe approach the nearest vnto God , By giuing life and safetie to their people . Vnworthie mens preferment , shames the prince . Kings Courts are held as vniuersall schooles . Succeeding heapes of plagues doe teach too late , To learne the mischiefes of misgnided state . Kings by example sinne more than by act . Kings seates for soules distrest , are sanctuaries . The youth of Princes haue no bounds for sinne , Vnlesse them-selues doe make them bounds within . Princes oft purchase quiet with price of wrong . Wish for good princes , but endure the ill . Subiects may well complaine , but not correct A princes faults , they beare more high respect . No ruler yet could euer all content . The face of kings makes faultie subiects feare . Kings , Lords of times and of occasions , May take aduantage when and how they list . It 's hard to rule , and please both good and bad . New kings doe feare when old Courts furder straine . Poore maiestie , that other men must guide : Whose discontent can neuer looke aright . When princes worke , who then will idle stand ? Peasants may beare , but kings must needs requite . Who would all mastring maiestie defeat Of her best grace : that is to make men great . A princes wrath is messenger of death . What els is pompe , rule , raigne ; but earth and dust ? Kings must haue some be hated worse than they , On whome they may their weight of enuie lay . Pride is no ornament for diademes . Selfe-loue doth very ill beseeme a prince . Blest is that league , where citties further Kings , And kings doe further them in other things . Kings that would haue lawes kept , must rule themselues . Graue heads are meetest Councellors for kings . Looke what a King doth most of all embrace , To that his subiects will encline as fast . The strength of princes is their subiects loue . Kings ought be free from partialitie . Sleeplesse suspition , pale distrust , cold feare , Alwaies with princes company doth beare . Kings should be fathers to their common-●●ale● . Kings should preferre them most that 〈…〉 least . A Prince not fear'd , hath oft his death 〈…〉 : And dreaded Princes haue their death● de●●●●● . Maiestie scornes to looke on cowardise . Kings reasons should be more than their opi●●●●● . What else are kings when regiment is g●n● , But like to shadowes in a Sun shine day ? In ●●●i●cts wrongs , princes sustaine abuse . It'●●●●ater care to keepe , than get a crowne . Kings fauours in their eye-lids vse to hang. Ready with euery winke to be wip'te out . He is no king , that is affections slaue . No fall like his that falleth from a crowne . Kings are not tearmed Gods for wearing crownes , But for o're fame and fortune they are Lords . Misgouern'd kings are cause of common wracke . Kings chaunging customes , euer feare a chaunge . Iest not with Princes if that thou be wise : For in vnequall iest great daunger lyes . Kings are their subiects ioy , their countries hope . True subiects hearts are princes chiefest stay . In Princes , these two qualities well sit : For strength a Lyon , and a Foxe for wit. Great perils are compriz'd within a crowne . Beggers make maiestie a gazing marke . True iustice is the chiefe and onely thing That is re●uir'd and lookt for in a king . Mislikes are sillie lets , where kings resolue . Iust soueraigntie can neuer be displac'd . A king , hereft of all his trustie friends Is dead aliue ; for fame and honour ends . All lawfull princes , first or last preuaile . A princes safetie is his peoples loue . Who hath been kneel'd vnto , can hardly kneele , Or begge for that which once hath been his owne . Kings greatnes stands on the great king of heauen . No maiestie , where vertue is despis'd . Similies on the same subiect . AS princes wills are commonly held lawes . So life or death dependeth on their lookes . As often burials is Physicians shame , So many deaths argue a kings hard raigne . As beasts obey the Lordly lyons looke , So meane estate must mightie prince● brooke . As the Sun-beames doe lighten all the world , So princes liues are l●nternes to their lands . As Princes wanting wealth , learne tyrannie , So too much treasure makes them vicious . As biggest winds enkindle greatest flames , So much submission makes a king most mild . Examples likewise on the same . THe Kings of Persia , alwaies shewed themselues More subiect to the law , than to their Lords . Antiochus told his sonne Dem●trius , That kingly rule was noble slauerie . B●lus the sonne of Nemrod , was first king That in this world had title of that name . The Romane kings did vse to weare no crownes . But alwaies bare their scepters in their hands . Tully saith , then 't is best to checke a prince , When he forgets himselfe to be a prince . S●●●ates wil'd good kings preferre their friends , And shewe some kindnesse to their enemies . Of Kingdomes , &c. The Kingdome , Countrey , and the Common-weale , Are things that subiects loue doe most reueale . KIngdomes are Fortunes slattering gifts , soone lost . Kingdomes are burd'nous to the wi●est men . Con●●rd doth keepe a Realme in stable stay . When discord brings all kingdomes to decay . Wretched the state where men desire to die . Who striues to alter lawes , disturbes the state . Kingdomes are commonly much sooner lost Than kept : desir'd , than had with mightie cost . Kingdomes are Fortunes ●atall tenise balls . A wicked king , makes a more wicked land . A man that takes delight in doing all , To trouble all the State deui●eth ●●i●l . In a well-gouern'd state one head is best . Some men vnwilling benefit their land . Fooles set in office , doe their sple●es ●e●e●le : And meaning well , m●st h●●t the common-weale . Some vnawares their countries good pro●erre . All earthly kingdomes , euen as men m●st perish . Kingdomes are rul'd but badly , where the base Will checke the chiefe that sit in highest place . No state stands sure , but on the grounds of right . Realmes neuer get by chaunge , but paine and losse . When lawes are ma●e , they ought to be obey'd , And rulers willes with reuer●nce to be weigh'd Wisdome and care are kingdomes chiefest prop● . Rude multitudes are kingdomes ouerthrow . By nature , man vnto the wo●st i● bent , If wholsome statutes stay not his inten● . Innocent men are common-weale● b●st treasure . Innocence makes kingdoms florish more than arms . That kingdome ought of right to be destroy'd , Which once was vertues ●lower , now vices weed . Wise princes are their kingdomes con●●o●ters . Vniust ex●●●ons killes a common-weale . No greater da ●nger to a common-wealth , Than when vnskilf●ll 〈◊〉 ▪ ●ide her powers . Kingdomes are nothing el●e but common care . Where tools b●are r●le the common wealth decaies ▪ In ● calme● a many see how 〈◊〉 ●●gin , But few respect the en● and em●●lie . Where wi●● m●n are neglected , kingdomes perish . No n●ar●r kinred can be , than our countrey . The●e ●●● no common-weales more loose and bad , T●a● w●e●e the c●m●●n●●●ue most libertie . Our countrey , parents ▪ kin , claime part in vs. Our countries loue ought be most deare to vs. And ●●ties of common-weales d●●ay , ●●●●● b●il●ing●●●●● , and carel●sse heads beare sway . Where any may li●e well , that is his countrey . Remembrance of ou● countrey is most sweet . In common-weales such should be honour'd most , As shew their care both insterne warre and peace . ●●● countrey first by nature claimeth vs. ●●●●●t is the death in cause of common-weale . The gouernment of common weales and state , Will ( without wi●dome ) soone he ruinate . Reward and punishment are kingdomes keyes . Peace in a common-wealth is mellodie . There 's nothing c●n impresse so deare constraint , As countries cause and common foes disclaine . Men of desert , their countrey least esteemes . Discretion best doth rule a common-weale . That kingdome may be counted fortunate , Where no man liueth by anothers sweat . Seditious heads disturbe the common good . Vnruly members soone should be lopt of . Similies on the same subiect . AS spring and Autumne hazard health by chaunge , So ●nnouations harme a common-wealth . Looke how the body void of members is , Euen so are kingdomes dispossest of lawes . As ships in tempests need all helping hands , So in a kingdome none must idlely stand . As many Elements one temper frame , So diuers mens endeauours helpe the state . As from the heart all members haue their life , So from the common-wealth comes each mans good . As Captaines are the eyes to lead their men , So kings are Load-starres to their common-weales . Examples likewise on the same . VLysses lou'd so deare his natiue land . As for it , he refus'd to be immortall . Aglaurus to redeeme his countries peace , From Athens walls himselfe threw headlong downe . Faire Iphigenia for her kingdomes good , Made willing sacrifice of her owne blood . King Codrus , rather than his realme should perish , Gladly did runne vpon his foe-mens swords . Xenophon did thinke them vnworthie life , That made no conscience of the common-wealth . He that denyes to die in countries cause , Deserues ( saith Tullie ) hate of all good men . Of Nobilitie . Nobilitie , is a sir-name or praise , Which to our selues by vertue we doe raise . A Noble nature no mishap can daunt . Vertue feeds scorne ; and noblest honour , shame . A noble mind doth neuer dread mischaunce . That which in me●ne men we call patience , In noble breasts , is pale , cold cowardise . Noblenes neuer stoupes to seruile feare . A noble heart doth still contemne despaire . Oft noble deeds by falshood are desac'd . Good gis●●are sometim●s giuen to men past good : And noblesse stoop●s o●t times beneath his blood , Our vertues make vs noble , nothing else . Nobilitie from kinred is but bor●owed . It is thine owne des●●ts ●nnobles thee . He is not noble , but most basely ●●ed , That ransacks tombes , and doth d●●ace the dead , A noble nature is to all men kind . Nobilitie cont●●neth ●latterie . A noble resolution makes men iust . Nobilitie is best continued , ●● those conu●nient meanes that made it rise . In boldest actions , noblesse shines most cleare . He is not noble , beares a nigga●ds mind . True nobl●sse is a signe of happie life . In chaunge of streames ●ch fish makes shif● to liue , And euery place a noble mind content● . Nobilitie ( to bad men ) is reproch . To vertuous men , nobilitie brings glorie . Nothing are nobl● ti●●es worth , if life be bad . If noblenesse ge●● b●t a minutes sla●●e , An hundred yeares s●ant makes it well againe . Truth is the title of true noblenesse . 'T is vertue only giues nobilitie . In vertues loue no noble mind dismayes . Faire speech , with vsage affable and kind , Wipes malice out of any noble mind . Much babbling doth offend a noble ●●re . A noble nature is religious . Pouerties best friend , is the noble mind . Noble discents make vertue more diuine . Similies on the same subiect . AS none but Eagles gaze against the Sunne , So none but vertuous eyes discerne nobilitie . As credit from opinion often comes , So from desert ensues nobilitie . As bricks from clay haue their originall , So noblesse first rose from meane parentage . As grosse thicke clouds obscure the Suns faire light , So muddie crimes disgrace nobilitie . As bitter roots may yet yeeld pleasant fruit , So meane discent may bring forth noble minds . As in the barren grounds best gold doth grow , So poorest race s●aines not true noblesse . Examples likewise on the same . CAmillus did expresse a noble mind , In safe returning t●e ●al●ri●n youthes . Py●●●us well found ●●b●iti●s noble nature , When his Physicion would haue poyson'd him . Lysander in his famous vi●to●ies , Euer declar'd his minds tr●● noblenesse . Catilines wicked life disgraced him , And quite obscur'd his former noble race . The name of Noblenes ( saith Cicero ) Must giue them place that by their vertue claime it . Plato affirmeth , that a noble heart Will not by base attempts once wrong it selfe . Of Honor & dishonor . Honour , is that the mind doth couet most : And no dishonour like that honour lost . HOnour once lost , can neuer b● repair'd . Honor , ambitious womens sexe doth please . It is no honour to be Princes heires : When we can boa●t ▪ but only birth is theirs . Their fall is great , that from high honour slide . Honour is least , where oddes appeareth most . Honour was first ordained for no cause , But to see right maintained by the lawe● . To honour , beautie is a due by right . Die rather , then doe ought dishonour yeelds . True loue doth alwaies bring forth bourteous deeds , And in good minds desire of honour ●reeds , It is more honour to preserue , than s●ill . Who cheapneth honour , must not stand on price . Fie on the fawe , for which good same is sold , Or honour with indignitie emba●'d . Honour is grounded on the tickle Ice . No kingly vaile can couer villanie . An honourable graue is more esteem'd , Than the polluted close● of a king . No scepter serues dishonour to excuse . No subtill plea reuokes dishonours error . Pr●fi●e with honour still must be commixt , Or else our actions are but scandalous . Honour and enuie are companions . Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we doe . To frustrate them that but expect their due , Doth ill beseeme an honourable mind . On generall bruit , honour doth most depend . With painfull ●oyle is honour soonest found . Honour will hardly fellowship endure , Nor neuer Crowne corriuall could abide . Some honour liues in honourable spoile . 'T is honour to forgiue a yeelding foe The mightier man , the mightier is the thing : That makes him honour'd , or begets him hate . Daunger hath honour ; great dessignes their fame . Honour 's a thing without vs , not our owne . It 's honour to depriue dishonour'd li●e ▪ The one will liue , the other being de●d . Honour by oath , ought right poore Ladies wrongs . Honours are smoakes , and dignities haue c●●es . Honour and beautie in the owners armes , Are weakely fortrest from a world of ●armes . Honour relieues a foe as well as friend . It is no honour to be swol●e with pride . Honour doth scorne dishonourable thoughts . The v●●tor can no honour iustly claime , To loose the meanes that should aduance the same . Where hate beares soueraigntie , there honour di●s . He that regards his honour , will not wrong it . Disquiet honour hurteth more than helpes . Honour and wealth oft times too dearely cost The death of all , so altogither lost . Honour doth euer iudge with lenitie . No greater honour than a quiet mind . Honour 's no priuiledge against defame . Alwaies doth great employment for the great , Quicken the blood , and honour still beget . Honour , to many is more sweet than life . Honour is fruit of vertue and faire truth . Honour once gone , bids farewell to all hope . The inward touch that wounded honour beares , Findeth no helpe , till death cure the disease . Honour and glorie labours in mistrust . Honour is first step to disquietnesse . How hard is princely honour to attaine ? High honour ▪ not long life , the treasure is , Which noble mindes without respect defend . Dishonest deeds no honour can attaine . The praise of honour is not alwaies blood . Neuer retire with shame , bright honour saith , The worst that can befall thee , is but death . Honour doth scorne the height of Fortunes pride , Great honours youth may loose it selfe in age . Report , that seld to honour is true friend , May many lies against true meaning mint . No honour comes by spilling aged blood . Who seekes for honour , lingers not his time . Vilde is that honour , and the title vaine , The which true worth and honour did not gaine . Honour doth hate with base delights to dwell . Honour helpes nothing where contentment wants . He that contends with th' inferiour sort , May with dishonour reape but bad report . Honour is worthlesse in a wretched state . High honour cryes reuenge vpon his foes . No death or hell can damnifie thine honour , So long as reasons arme vpholds thy banner . Who reach at honour , spurne at beauties baits . Honour is like a vaine , yet pleasing dreame . Honour deckes learning that with honour reares it . Similies on the same subiect . AS fairest blossoms soone are nipt with frost , So honours pride by fortunes frownes are c●ost . As goodly trees that yeeld no fruit are bad , So beautcous bodies ( honour-lesse ) as bad ▪ As shadowes are the flectest things that be , So honours haue the like inconstancie . As raine in haruest doth but little good , So fooles for honour be are no likelihood ▪ As he that climbes aloft may quickly fall , So honours seat is not the fu●'st of all . As euery crowne fits not a conque●our , So honour not agrees with euery one . Examples likewise on the same . NEstor rehearst his honourable deed● , That Hectors combat might be vnd●●●ane . Leonidas to honour E●tich●s , Led him from forth the daunger of the fight ▪ Pericles being requested to sw●are false , Replyed : That honour would not suffer him . Agesilaus vrg'd to giue sentence wrong , Said : But for honour he could easily doe it . Parmenides , his schollers did instruct : No wound was comparable to dishonour . Cleobulus condemn'd that citie quite , Where honour was not held in high esteeme . Of Councell , &c. Councell and good aduise is wisdomes square , And most auailing to the life of man. COuncell doth mitigate the greatest smarts . In publicke shame , oft counsell seemes disgrac'd . That counsell euermore is held most fit , Which of the time doth due aduantage take . They that thriue well , take counsell of their friends . Vntroubled night giues counsell euer best . With grauest counsell all must be directed ▪ VVhere plainest shewes are openly suspected . All wounded minds good counsell helpeth most . With patient counsell thirst is not appeas'd . A kingdomes greatnesse hardly can he sway , That wholsome counsell will not first obey . Direct not him , whose way himselfe will choose . Oft long debated counsels hinder deeds . In vaine be counsels , statutes , humane lawes , VVhen chiefe of counsell pleads the vniust cause . Ne're grieue his harme that would not be aduis'd . Friends by aduise may helpe ech other much . Alway too late comes counsell to be heard , Where will doth mutinie with wits regard . The sicke man may giue counsell to the sound . The wisest men ( in need ) will list aduise . When greene deu●se by graue aduise is stayed : A world of harmes are openly displaied . Who vseth counsell , ●s not soone deceiu'd . A worldly mans aduise is daungerous . Time , and fit place , giues alwaies best aduise : For what comes out of season 's out of price . Aduise is quickly giuen , not ta'ne so soone . No man so wise , but he may counsell want . Ost times the counsell of a very friend , Appearing good , may faile yet in the end . Councell con●oundeth doubts , dissolues denials . Afflicted hearts , all counsels doe deferre . Counsell vnto a carelesse man applyed , Is like a charme vnto an Adders eare . The wise accept of counsell , fooles will not . The carelesse man is full of wretchednesse . Counsell vnto it selfe most honour drawes . Wounds oft grow desperate , and death doth end , Before good councell can the fault amend . Aduise bids quench a sparke before it slame . Counsell best curbs doting affections . Where sound aduise and wholsome counsell want● , Trees hardly prooue , but perish in the plants . Counsell , the iealous scorne , and will not learne . What boots complaining , where 's no remedie ? It cannot be , but such as counsell scorne , Shall in their greatest need be l●●t forlorne . In euils , counsell is a comfort chiefe . Good counsell oft times cheares dispai●ing mindes . The sicke that loathes to listen to his cure . To die the death for lacke of helpe is sure . Good counsell may be call'd a right good worke . Courteous aduise , calmes stormes of miserie . Similies on the same subiect . AS wise men scorne not to accept aduise . So fooles hold counsell not of any price . As young rash heads without discretion run , So old mens counsels tell what should be done . As gentle showers doe cause the earths encrease , So mild aduise assures the conscience peace . As treachers treasons prooue against themselues ▪ So euill counsell oft turnes on it selfe . As flowers in their prime haue sweetest sente , So in distresse counsell best shewes it selfe . As foes by sleering seeke each others harme , So friends by councell gaine each others good . Examples likewise on the same . TO Plutarch did the Emperour Traiane write , Only to counsell him what he should doe . The Emperour Galba said ; All his mishaps Ensued , because he would not be aduis'de . Demetrius of Maccdon would say : Reprooue me , when I councell doe refuse . Verres had neuer fallen in miscrie , But that good counsell alwaies he despis'd . Solon bad wealthie Croesus be aduis'd , For counsell was more worth than all his wealth . Philo●enus the Poet did esteeme Nothing so precious as discreete aduise . Of Iustice , &c. Iustice is that which giueth equall right , Punisheth wrong , keepes law in publicke sight . IVstice and order keepe vp common-weales . Iustice allowes no warrant to de●raud . Iustice giues euery man that is his owne . Good Iustices are common weales Phisitions . Honour and ●ame hold vp mild iustice traine , And heauenly hopes in heart she doth retaine . Wrong must haue wrong , & blame the due of blame . A world of wrongs can not weigh downe one right . Men are content to leaue right , being distrest . Weak doth he build , that fenceth wrong with wrong ▪ To a strong man , and of most pu●ssant might , He giues him more that takes away his right ▪ What wrong hath not continuance out worne ? Yeares makes that right , which neuer was s● borne . That right is wrong , ill sought and got with ●poile . Proud , rich , and poore ▪ to ●ustice are alike . Princes ne're doe themselues a greate● wrong , Than when they hinder iustice , or prolong With loue and law is iustice ioyned still . Wrong richly clad , to blindnesse seemeth right . To pay each with his owne , is right and due . In suffering harmes great wrongs are offered . Where iustice swayes in time of peace and quies , It fits not shifters fishing , nor their diet . Right often-times by might is ouer-raught . Men higly wronged , feare not to displease . True noble minds doe still respect the right Iustice , not pittie , fits a princes mind . Where our owne wrongs doe worke our ouerthrow , In vaine we hope to weare it out with woe . Men arm'd with iustice , know not how to feare . Companion to offence , is punishment . The punishment of some , reformeth all . Speed doth loue right , but long delay is wrong . Innocence , concord , friendship , and godlinesse : These doe support iustice and equitie . Right maketh roo●e somtimes where weapons faile . Accusers should themselues be innocent . Iustice forbids to slay them that submit . The foe doth iustly kill where prince for sakes . The iudge himselfe doth for condemned stand , Where guilt goes free with pardon in his hand . Possession is no plea where wrong insults . They that haue part in wrongs ▪ haue part in griefes . Wrongs are remembred while the scarres remaine . A lawlesse peere , by law deserues to die . Iustice is vertues badge , and staffe of peace : Maintaining honour in her rich increase . True iustice payes the bloodie home their hire . Blood spilt by wrong , calls vengeance scourge by right . Seldome aduantage is in wrongs debar'd . Who soweth wrong , is sure to reape the same . All runnes to wracke and ruine , where selfe-kind , From selfe-same kind with-holdeth mutuall right . Delay in punishment no pardon is . A publicke fault craues open punishment . Who flyeth iudgement , shewes his guiltinesse . Equitie iudgeth mildly , law seuerely . Wrongs done vs , we are sparing to forgiue : Not minding , we by mercie onely liue . Wrong is the triall of true patience . Law with extremitie is extreame wrong . Similies on the same subiect . AS hardest mettals in the fire is melt , So greatest sinnes by iustice soone are felt . As sinne at first is sweet ▪ but after sower , So Law lookes sterne , yet shewes not all her power . As from worst maladies best med'cines come , So are best lawes from lewdest manners form'd . As citties with their walles are fenced round , So are good minds with right and equitie . As he that wanteth reason is no man , So who liues lawlesse may be tearm'd a beast . As thirstie soules doe seeke some long lookt spring , So wrongs receiu'd with right , doe comfort bring . Examples likewise on the same . PHilip , when any made complaint to him , Stopt one eare , till the other part were heard . Aristides so loued Equitie , That he of all men was sir named IVST . Iunius the Consull so respected right , As his owne sonnes he did condemne to death . Cato Censorius was so iust and firme , As none durst mooue him in a naughtie cause . Iustice ( saith Seneca ) is the law of God , And bond of all humane societie . Deuotion and good will ( Lactantius saith ) Ioynes vs to God , as iustice doth to men . Of Pollicie . Pollicie is a wise and discreet care , For King , for countrey , and for common good . POllicie oft religions habit weares . What wants in strength , is holpe by pollicie . Small pollicie hath prowesse learn'd , to spill Much blood abroad , to cut her owne with skill . Small harme , pretending good , is pollicie . Oft times hath reaching pollicie deuisde , A cunning clause which hath himselfe surpriz'd . A wrastlers sl●ights oft counter-checketh force . Strength , wanting wit and pollicie to rule , Is soone cast downe , and prooues himselfe a foole . 'T is pollicie to feare a powerfull hate . Counsell in any kingdome pollicied , More worthie is than warre , more dignified . No pollicie where lambes doe lyons lead . It is the summe of perfect pollicie . To worke securely with vulgaritie . Who builds on strength , by pollicie is stript . More worthie 't is , by wit and pollicie To compasse honour , than by progenie . Pollicie is to prowesse chiefest friend . Where power and pollicie doe often faile , Respect of gold both conquers and commaunds . The very poorest hath his pollicie . Men may in conquest benefit themselues , As much by pollicie as power and might . All pollicie is soone destroy'd by pride . Pollicie oft subdues where valour failes . Courage that hath nor wit nor pollicie , Flyes like a slaue before his enemie . A well-establisht pollicie is best . Societie must be preseru'd by pollicie . Similies on the same subiect . AS dull neglect is follies chiefest badge , So quicke conceit is signe of pollicie . As carelesse heads doe soonest harme a state , So pollicie fore-sees before too late . As cunning crafts-men are commended most , So Realmes of polliticke aduisers boast . As subtiltie is slye to helpe it selfe , So pollicie is wise to shield it selfe . As daungers felt are worse than others fear'd , So pollicies not executed , most offend . As counsell is some comfort in distresse , So pollicie employ ▪ 〈…〉 lls wretchednesse . Examples likewise on the same . L●curgus by his polliticke aduise , ●eform'd the Lacedae ●on mangled state . Numa Pompilius discreete pollicie , Made Rome to flourish in her royaltie . Deucalions pollicie be●riended Greece , And brought the people to religious awe , Sc●p●oes Lieuten●n● nam'd Pol●●●us Was highly praised for his pollicie . Byas did much commend the gouernment , Where the chiefe heads were wi●e and polliticke . Plutarch thought , cities could as ably st●nd Without foundation● , as no pollicie . Of Peace & Concord . Peace is the ground of kingdoms happinesse : Nource of true concord , loue , and all encrease . PEace is great riches in the poorest state . Men know not peace , nor rightly how to deeme it , That first by warre haue not been taught ●'esteems it . Peace hath best biding in a setled mind . Peace brings in pleasure , pleasure breeds excesse : Excesse procureth want , want workes distresse . Peace doth depend on reason , warre on force . You whose faire calme make neighbors storms seeme sore , Try you your tydes , before you trust the shore . Peace , all extreames concludeth with remorse . Sourges may rise on suddaine ere we thinke , And whiles we swimme secure , compell vs sinke . Mild calm'd fac't peace , exceeds blood-thirsting war. Warre is ordain'd for nothing else but peace : And perfect peace is end of bloudie warre . Peace flourisheth where reason beareth sway . Peace still is honest , humane , and vpright : When warre is brutish , foste●ed by despight . Concord of many , makes an vnitie . Concord makes small things mightily encrease : Where discord makes great things as fast decrease . True peace , is peace with vertue , warre with vice ▪ In peace , for warre let vs so well prouide , As in each state , no harme doe vs betide . Peace from a Tyrants mouth , is treacherie . Deare and vnprofitable is the peace , That 's purchast with expence of guiltlesse bloud . The weight of peace , is easie to be borne . They iustly doe deserue the sword of warre , That wilfully withstand faire offered peace . To flye from peace , is seeking selfe-decay . Peace asketh no lesse wisdome to preserue is , Than valour was bestowed in getting it . Peace still succeeds , what euer drifts withstand . That 's more esteem'd , obtain'd by peace-full words , Than any thing atchieu'd by violence . State-stabling peace , brings froward minds in fashion . Similies on the same subiect . AS members knit in one , doe maintaine life : So states combin'd in peace , doe nourish loue . As desolation dwelles where discord is , So where is concord , liues all happinesse . As Laurell euer crownes the Conquerour , So peace becommeth any Emperour . As they that seeke their harme , deserue to haue it , So they which flie from peace , should neuer feele it . As warre cuts deepe , and maketh mightie wounds , So peace like soueraigne balme doth cure them all . As griefe is cognisance of falling states , So peace is glorie of faire shining sway . Examples likewise on the same . FOrtie yeeres keeping Ianus temple shut , Gaue testimonie of the Romanes peace . Numa ( the second king of Rome ) so loued peace , That all his reigne , was neither warre nor strife . Archidamus , wrote to the Elians Nothing but this ; Peace is a goodly thing . The cause why Cato did oppose himselfe Against great Caesar ; was , For breach of peace . Tullie saith : Let vs so begin our warre , That afterward we may be sure of peace . Phocion being askt ; What fitted kingdomes best ? Replyed : A little warre , to win long peace . Of Warre . Warre is most lawfull for a countries good , To purchase peace with least expence of blood . WArre makes the conquer'd yeeld , & serue with hate . Where warre once enters , ruine doth ensue . Great is the h●rror of intestine broyles , When with our blood we fat our natiue soyles . Warre makes the victour to desire debate . A Captaine talketh best of bo●s●ious warre . Looke where the sword for pittie leaues to s●ill , Pittie that Iustice s●c●●●● begin to ●ill . Warre leaues naught sure , though we presume to choose . Bloodshed by bloodshed still is nou●ished . Warre should not fill kings ●●ll●●es with mo●e : Nor perill come whe● 't is least thought vpon . In vaine are armes , when heauen becomes our foe . Warres ●ag● hath no respect of pietie . It is a meritorious faire dessig●e , To chase mi●stice with reuengefull armes . Vertue may somtimes be surpriz'd by number . Valour and Art , are both the sonnes of Ioue . Who would not be a Souldiour in that band , Which ( ere it fight ) holds victorie in hand ? Arte is Nobilities true register . Nobilitie , Arts champion still is nam'd . Honour doth say : That if shee chaunce to faile , The braue attempt the shame shall counteruaile . Learning , is fortitudes right kalender . Faire fortitude is learnings saint and friend . Honour shields learning from all iniurie , And learning , honour from blacke infamie . A crowne twixt breethren breeds contention . Valour in greatest daunger shines most bright . If thorow rashnes valour doe get honour . We blame the rashnes , but reward the honour . Well doth he die , that dies gainst countries foes . An honourable buriall is the field . He that hath once sustain'd the bullets wound , What need he feare the Canons harmlesse soun● ? Blood , nought but sin ; war , nought but sorrows yeeld . Sad are the sights , bitter the fruits of warre . Those that are brought vp in the bro●les of realmes , Thinke it best fishing still in troubled streames . A martiall man ought not be fancies slaue . Men vs'd to warre , are greatest foes to peace . The smallest iarres if they be suffered run , Breed wrath and warre , yea death ere they be done . No warre is right , but that which lawfull is . The sword must mend what insolence did marre . Who knowes to win by sword , can iudge of wit : For without wit , no warre can prosper well . On little broyles ensueth bloodie warre . Who best doth speed in warre , small safetie sinds . The best obseruing prouidence in warre , Still thinketh foes much stronger than they are . Vn naturall warres where subiects braue their kings ▪ A bloodie conquest staines the captaines praise . A brauer mind hath he that fights for more , Than he that warres for that he had before . His flight is shamefull that flyes victorie . Warres conquerours , in loue doe seldome pine . When warre and troubles doe ●s most molest , Then wicked persons euer prosper best . In warie and loue , courage is most requir'd A coward Captaine marres the souldiours fight . Armes , but in great extreames , doe neuer serua To reconcile and punish such a swerue . A valiant leader , makes faint cowards fight . By armes , Realmes , Empires , Monarchies are wonne . Let warre his boast of dignitie surcease , And yeeld to wisdome , which seekes all encrease . To armes , lawes , iustice , magistrates submit . Artes , Sciences , before Armes triumphes sit . The plough-mans hope , and husbands thriftie ●illage . Oft times become the wastfull souldiours pillage . Vnciuill warre , all iustice doth diuorce . Basely he fights , that warres as others bid . It 's much to conquer , but to keepe it then , Is full as much , if not a great deale more . Booke-expert warriours ne're are truly bold . Warre for our countrie is a holy fight . Those wiser heads that know the scourge of warre , Seeke safest meanes to mitigate the iarre . Warre rightly handled , is most excellent . Who fights for crownes , set life and all too light . To keepe our countrie safe from any harme : For warre or worke , we either hand should arme . Warre was ordain'd to make men liue in peace . Warre doth defend our right , repulse our foes . In warre they are esteem'd as Captaines good , That win the field with least expence of blood . Neuer vse armes where money may preuaile . Th' effects of warre , are couetous desires . Let desperate men and Russians thirst for blood : Win foes with loue , and thinke that conquest good . In warre , let female honour be preseru'd . Ambition is the chiefest cause of warre . He that was woont to call his sword to aid : It 's hard with him , when he must stand to plead . Necessitie makes warre to seeme most iust . Many may talke of warre , but few conclude . Similies on the same subiect . AS Earth and Fire were first in this worlds frame , So Warre and Peace are chiefe in kingdomes rule . As cunning Pilots best can guide the ship , So expert Captaines aptest manage warre . As peace may suffer wrong , and be abus'd , So warre is harmelesse , if but rightly vs'd . As pleasant talke makes short the longest way , So valiant leaders whet on dullest mindes . As lingring sicknesse most offendeth life , So quicke dispatch in warre is glorious . As rusticke notes likes any loutish swad , So drummes and trumpets please a Souldiour best . Examples likewise on the same . PApyrius Cursor punisht Fabius , Because vniustly hee commenced warre . The Emperour A●relius gaue strict charge , That no man should abuse himselfe in warre . The worthie Souldiour Bell●zarius , Would neuer warre but on some speciall cause . Traiane was neuer vanquished in warre , Because he would not meddle , but in right . Warre makes men cruell , so saith Sen●●a : But peace prouo●eth them to gentlenes . Plato affirmed , warre was excellent When it did ha●me to none but enemies . Of Fame and Infamie . Good Fame is that which all men ought desire : But euill Fame is bad mens worthy hire . FAme neuer finds a tombe t' enclose it in . Fame neuer sloops to things are mean or poore . No fame doth follow any vniust act . To fames rich treasure , Time vnlockes the doore , Which angrie Fortune had shut vp before . Fame neuer lookes so low as idle drones . Base Enuie still will barke at sleeping same . Life is not lost that brings eternall fame . All perils ought be lesse , and lesse all paine , In open field , than the deare losse of fame . Dearer is loue than life , and fame than gold . The path is sweet which daunger leads to fame . Fame being once foil'd , incurable the blot . Our deeds in life to worth cannot be rated : In death our life with fame euen then is dated . Fame is not subiect to authoritie . Fame neuer prosi●eth a wicked man. Infamie hath no power to hurt the good . Thy same defa●'d , or toucht with any staine : Being once supplanted , neuer growes againe . Fame is a speedie herald to beare newes . A good report , in deepest darknesse shines . Good life is readiest way to purchase same . If sp●tl●sse reputation be away . M●n ar● but guilded loame , or ●ainted day . Fame , by our ●ertuous actions is maintain'd . Rumours soone rais'd , decay ; but same stands fume . A man can haue no sweeter friend than fame . Fame , not suppos'd to was●e , but grow by wa●●ing : ( Like snow in riuers falne ) consumes by lasting . Couet not same , without great care to keepe it . No like mishap , as to be inmous . Fame , that the liuing saues , reuiues the dead . Fame hath two wings ; the one of false report : The other hath some plumes of veritie . No law can quit , where fame is once endighted . Fame is the ioy and life of valiant minds . Preferre sharpe death before infamous life . The chiefest thing a princes fame to raise . Is , to excell those that are excellent . Glorie doth neuer blow cold pitties fire . There 's nothing can be done , but fame reports . To know too much , is to know nought but fame . Let not proud will hold vp thy head for fame , When inward wants may not expect the same . Fame dyes with them that all their honour waste . Fame , bad concealer of our close intenrs . Fame got by follie , dyes before it liues . Fame with her golden wings aloft doth flie , Aboue the reach of ruinous decay . He liueth long enough , dies soone with fame . Where fame beares sway , there Cupid will be bold . Good fame is better than a crowne of gold . Similies on the same subiect . AS thunder nor fierce lightning harmes the Bay , So no extremitie hath power on fame . As precious stones ( though set in Lead ) will shine , So fame in poorest corners will appeare . As earth producing salt , brings nothing else , So vertue , seeking fame , craues nothing else . As many voices make the consort sweet , So many vertues doe confirme true fame . As pride is enemie to good report , Solowly thoughts doe lead the way to fame . As sight receiues his splendour from the aire , So fame from vertue doth deriue her selfe . Examples likewise on the same . PVblicola wonne fame for leading armes : And Solon by his ciuill actions . The fame Milciades got at Marathon , Would not permit Thems stocles to sleepe . Fabius did by his vertues get such fame , As Maximus was added to his name . Lysimachus was famous through the world , Because he kill'd a Lyon in his youth . Seneca saith ; Fame should be followed , Rather than coueted by fond desire . No man ( saith Cicero ) is learn'd and wise , But fame must needs attend his actions . Of Praise , &c. Praise is the hyre of vertue , for those partes That well deserue it , both in eyes and hearts . PRaise is but smoake that sheddeth in the skie . Men for their owne deeds shall be prais'd or blam'd . True la●d proceeds by the report of other : Of more esteeme , when we our selues it smoother . The peoples voice , is neither shame nor praise . Safetie may breed delight , not nourish praise . Hard words doe discommend some men to day , Yet praise tomorrow with all might they may . Many will praise in words , but spight in workes . Chiefe praise consisteth in contented life . It 's better to be praised for a truth , Than for a leasing to be honoured . To praise vnworthie men , is flatteri● . Saue vertuous deeds , there 's nothing merits praise . When men doe praise themselues immoderately , Makes other sentence them with obloquie . Praise stirres the mind to great and mightie things . Praise nourisheth true vertue where it sprang . The benefits of peace deserue more praise , Than all the cunningst stratagenis of warre . Praise maketh labour light , enricheth hope . When others praise thee , best to iudge thy selfe . Praise is a poyson to ambitious men , Because it makes them out ran honestie . In doing that we ought , deserues no praise . By counterfeited vertue seeke no praise . In vaine we seeke the idle smoake of praise , Since all things by antiquitie decayes . All good things haue preheminence in praise . Neuer praise that which is not commendable . Oft those whome princes patronage extold , Forget themselues , and what they were of old . Condemne not that deserueth praise by due . An ill mans praise , is praise for doing ill . Who striues to gaine inheritance of aire , Leaues yet perhaps but begg●●ie to his heire . Helping the poore , deseru●th double praise . Vertue begetreth praise ; praise , honours height . Nothing of more vncertaintie than praise : For one dayes gift , another robs vs of . An open praise deserues a secret doubt . Too much commending , is a heauie load . He that commends a man before his face , Will scant speake well of him behind his backe . Bad nature by good nurture mended , merits praise . Abasing worthie men , argues selfe-praise . It is more worthie praise to keepe good fame , Than the bare stile , or getting ●f the same . Our elders praise , is light vnto our liues . Be not too rash in discommending any . Be not too hastie in bestowing praise : Nor yet too slow when due time calls for praise . A mans owne praise , is publicke infamie . Honest attempts can neuer want due praise . Similies on the same subiect . AS shadowes on our bodies doe attend , So praise doth wait on vertue to the end . As praising make the Peacocke spread her taile , So men commended doe expresse themselues . As fooles in folly are not to be sooth'd , So wicked actions are not to be prais'd . As Cockes by crowing shew their victorie , So mens owne praises blab their obloquie . As niggards are discerned by their giftes , So mens commendings doe expresse their loue . As greatest praises fatten not thy fields , So much commending pleaseth not thy friend . Examples likewise on the same . THe noble Romane Titus Flaminius , Could not endure when any praised him . Caesar beholding Alexanders image , Wept , in remembring his exceeding praise . Pompey did count it praise enough for him , To set Tigranes in his throne againe . Agathocles condemned all vaine praise , And still confest himselfe a potters sonne . By vertue ( saith Euripide● ) get praise , For that will liue when time expires thy dayes . Solon said , All vaine-glorious men were fooles ; And none praise-worthie , but the humble-wise . Of Friendship , &c. The summe of friendship is , that of two soules One should be made , in will and firme affect . TRue friends partake in either weale or woe . Faint-hearted friends , their succours long delay . A deare friends graue is a more heauie sight , Than all the feares wherewith death can affright . Of foes , the spoile is ill ; farre more of friends . Who faileth one , is false , though true to other . That friendship can no length of time endure , Which doth ●●●se ill , or euill end procure . The truest friendship , is in equalitie . Likenesse in manners , makes best amitie . When equall might is vp vnto the chin , Weake friends become strong foes to thrust him in , Among kind friends , departing drinkes vp ioy . Better a new friend , than an auncient foe . Call him not friend , that sauours most of foe : Tea●me him thy deaths-man , looke he prooue not so . Giue foes no oddes , nor friends vnequall power . Trust not to foes , if friends their credit loose . For friends if one should die , were rarely much : But die for foes , the world affoords none such . In base minds dwells friendship nor enmitie . No seruice will a gentle friend despise . Looke what abuse is offer'd to a friend , The shame and faule finds no excuse or end . To wrong a friend doth prooue too foule a deed , Foes often wake , when loyall friends doe sleepe . Faire louely concord , and most sacred peace , Doe nourish vertue , and make friendship fast . A stead fast friend is to be lou'd as life . Faint friends , when they fall out , prooue cruell foes . Those friends that loue the Sun shine of delights , Will flye the winter when affliction bites . True friendship at the first affront retires not . Most friends befriend themselues with friendships shew . Suspition is sedition mongst good friends , When eithers drift to others mischiefe tends . They kill , that feele not their friends liuing paine . Be enuied of thy foe , rather than pitied . More conquest is the gaining of a friend , Than the subduing of an enemie . He is too foolish that mistrusts his friend . In greatest need , a friend is best discern'd . We ought sometimes as well to reprehend , As praise the partie whome we count a friend . True friendship maketh light all heauie harmes . A friend in most distresse , will most assist . Who entertaineth many friends , doth loose The title of a true and stedfast friend . Men in their friendship , alwayes should be one . A hard attempt to tempt a foe for aid . Make all men our well-willers if we can , But onely chuse good men to be our friends . Small is that friendship table-talke will cracke ▪ Requests twixt friends are counted as commaunds . To straungers let great proffers still be made : But to true friends vse sound and perfect deedes . Performance is in friendship held a dutie . No man should loue himselfe more than his friend . Foure things we ought supply our friend withall : Our perso● , counsell , comfort , and ●ur goods . A friend is to a man another selfe . With euery one to shake hands , is not good . Who w●●●teth f●i●nds to ●a●●●e what he begins In lands faire off : gets not , although he winnes . A wise man takes not ech one as his friend . Prooue strangers to loue them , and not loue to prooue them . The man that makes a f●iend of euery ●ir●unger , Dis●ards him not a●aine without some danger . True friendship ought be free , like charitie . Opinion of vertue is the sount of friendship . In friendship this one difference is tryde : T●ue f●iends stand ●●●st , when as the ●●●gned slide . Who neuer had a foe , ne●re knew a friend . Friendship admitteth not an angry frowne . A ●●ue f●rme f●i●●● will neuer sound retreat , Nor so op●●●● sail●●●or ●ny storme of weather . Vn●●e , is A●●t●es chiefest ●●●●nc● . Hazard displeasure to relieue a friend . True frien●●●ips Sunne continual●y doth last , And shines the clearer in the bitterst blast . They are no friends , that hazard them they loue . True friendship scornes confederacie with shame . In earnest , ●east , in quiet , peace or warre . Neuer presume to try thy foe too farre . Aduersi●i● doth best disclose a friend . Amitie stre●●heth not beyond the Altar . An open ●oe a man may soone preuent , B●t a false friend , murders in blandishment . A feigned friend will quickly chaunge conceit . Ouer-much boldnesse makes men loose their friends . Whil'st things go well , friends alwaies will be neer thee , But sailing once , the dearest friends will feare thee . What death is life , when dearest friends are lost . It 's good to haue a wise and discreete friend . No foe so fell , or cunning to escape , As is a friend , clad in a foe-mans shape . Often to trie our friends is profitable . Flatterie is friendships forme , but not the fruit . Many to those they should most friendship show , Doc lie in wait to worke their ouer throw . Suspition is the poison of firme friendship . Forgetfull fooles vnfriendly vse then friends . Of any foe , be ●●re no gift thou take , Least to thy ruine it some entrance make . Follie respecteth ●latterers more than friends . Good natures inly grieue to trie their friends . No mortall fee so full of venemous sp●ght , As man to man , when mischiefe he pretends , Begging at friends hands , is esteemed buying . Friends hide no coine , or secrets from their friends . Who sees their friends in want , and them despise : When they doe fall , neuer deserue to rise . True friends doe soone forget a friends offence . Scornfull and proud , are very perillous friends . He that intendeth giule , and thou findst so : No wrong thou doest , to vse him as thy foe . Where friends are knit in loue , there griefes are shar'd . Quicke promisers , slow doers , are slacke friends . Where many hearts doe gently sympathize In sacred friendship , there all blisse abounds . No friend like him whome no distresse can daunt . Happie is he that finds and feeles a friend . Similies on the same subiect . AS no calamitie can thwart true loue , So no mishap can separate firme friends . As wan● of friends is very perillous , So talking friends doe prooue too tedious . As fire from heat cannot be separate , So true friends hearts will no way be disjoyn'd . As Physicke cures the secret'st griefes we haue , So friendship heales the hearts extreamest woes . As instruments are tun'd e're musicke 's heard , So friends are tride ere they be firmely found . As exiles haue no comforts but their cares , So home-abiders haue no ioy like friends . Examples likewise on the same . C●rus vpon his left side plac'd his friends , Because they should be neerest to his heart . ●●●● and Caesar rather wished death , Than they should grow distrustfull of their friends . Cato this poesie caried in his Ring : Be friend to one , and enemie to none . Lu●i●●ius seeing Brutus round engirt , Call'd himselfe B●utus , that his friend might scape . Ph●●o● , in despcrate furie sau'd his friend , Saying : For ●his cause was I made thy friend . Three thing● ( saith Tullie ) men should wish their friends : Health , good account , and priuiledge from need . Of Patience . Patience , is voluntarie sufferance Of hardest matters , for faire vertues sake . PAtience preuailes against a world of wrongs . What Fortune hurts , patience can onely heale . No ba●●shment can be to him assign'd , That hath a pa●ient and resolued mind . The minds affliction , patience can appease . To be borne well , and die worse , breaketh patience . That life is only miserable and vile , Which from faire ▪ patience doth it selfe exile . Patience doth passions alwaies mortifie . The minds distresse , with patience is relieu'd . They that loose halfe , with greater patience beare it , Then they whose all , is swallowed in confusion . For curelesse sores , pa●ience is chiefest salue . Patience , all trouble sweetly doth digest . True patience can mili●ly suffer wrong , Where rage and furie doe our liues defame . True patience is the prouender of fooles . Patience importun'd , doth conuert to hate . The strength to fight with death , is patience , And to be conquer'd of him , patience . The onely salue for wrong , is patience . Reuenge on fortune , is mild patience . Let such whome patience cannot moderate , Endaunger them that would endammage him . He is most valiant that is patient . No conquest can compare with patience . Patience is oft from princely seat puld downe , When bloodie minds doe s●●ssle for a crowne . Patience makes light , afflictions heauiest load . The shield of patience beares off all mishaps . Comfortlesse patience brings consumption . No sting hath patience , but a sighing griefe : That stings nought but it selfe without reliefe . The end of patience , is expect of promise . Patience beares that which care cannot redresse . A heauenly spirits hope , is patience . Similies on the same subiect . AS rage doth kindle still the fire of wrath , Patience to quench i● , store of water hath . As fire impaires not gold , but makes it bright , So greatest wrongs by patience are made light . As physicke doth repaire decayed health , So patience brings true blessings to the soule . As water quencheth the extreamest fire , So patience qualifies the mightiest wrongs . As Diamonds in the darke are best discern'd , So patience is in trouble best approou'd . As angrie splenes are hastie in reuenge , So discreete soules brooke all with patience . Examples likewise on the same . WHat-e're mishap Darius did befall , Yet in his mind he was not moou'd at all . Marcus 〈◊〉 said , that pati●nce Had holpe him more than any thing be side . Sylla endur'd reuilings patiently , And mildly yeelded his Dictator-ship . Mauritius moou'd not at his childrens death , Although he saw them slaine before his face . When Socrates was councel'd to reuenge , Said : If an Asse strike , shall I strike againe ? In patience conflict , saith Euripides : The vanquisht doe exceed the vanquisher . Of Man , and Men. Man is a creature of such excellence , As all else was created for his vse . MAn in himselfe a little world doth beare . All other creatures follow after kind , But man alone is ruled by his mind . All men , to some peculiar vice encline . The greater man , the greater is the thing , Be it good or bad , that he doth vndertake . A man once stung , is hardly hurt againe . Fond is the man that will atte●p● great deeds , And loose the glorie that attends on them . Where ease abounds , men soone may doe amisse . Men doe not know what they themselues will be , When as more than themselues , themselues they see . The worth of all men by their end , esteeme . When men haue well fed , and the bloud is warme , Then are they most improuident of harme . Birds haue the aire , Fish water , Men the land . When from the heart of man ascends true sighes , From Gods diuinest spi●it descendeth grace . The man that seekes his thraldome , merits it . Man of himselfe is as a barren field , But by the grace of heauen , a fruitfull vine . Men easily doe credit what they loue . The man that liueth by anothers breath : Looke when he dies , is certaine of his death ▪ No man weighes him , that doth himselfe neglect . Men ought especially to saue their winnings In all attempts , els loose they their beginnings . Oft one mans sorrow doth another touch . The man vniust , is hopelesse fortunate : Quickely misse-led , but hardly reconcil'd . It grieues a man to aske , when he deserues . Men are but Fortunes subiects , therefore variable : And times disciples , therefore momentarie . Deuise of man , in working hath no end . There liues no man so seiled in content , That hath not daily somewhat to repent . Ech man must thinke , his morning shall haue night . Mens imperfections often-times are knowne , When they repine to thinke them as their owne . Man neuer takes delight to heare his fault . Men often iudge too well their owne deserts : When others smile to see their ignorance . Men honoured , wanting wit , are fruitlesse trees . Man is but meere calamitie it selfe . Man when he thinkes his state is most secure , Shall find it then both fickle and vnsure . Mans nature is desirous still of chaunge . To greatest men , great faults are incident . Mishaps haue power o're man , not he o're them . Similies on the same subiect . AS flowers by their sight and sente are knowne , So men are noted by their words and workes . As snow in water doth begin and end , So man was made of earth , and so shall end . As waxe cannot endure before the fire , So cannot vniust men in sight of heauen . As all things on the earth are for mans vse , So men were made for one anothers helpe . As Toades doe sucke their venime from the earth , So bad men draw corruption from foule sinne . As fooles erect their houses on the sands , So wise men doe rely their hopes on heauen . Examples likewise on the same . PHilip of Macedon was daily told : Remember Philip , thou art but a man. Cyrus held no man worthie gouernment , Except his vertues were to be admir'd . Those men did . Alcibiad●s count safe , That kept their countries lawes vnchangeable . Timon was cal'd , the enemie to men , And would perswade them to destroy them-selues . What else is man ( saith Pindaru● ) but a dreame , Or like a shadow we discerne in sleepe ? Homer cryed out : Man was most miserable Of all the creatures that the world contain'd . Of Women . Women are equall euery way to men , And both alike haue their infirmities . WOmen by men receiue perfection . Women and loue like emptie houses perish . Like vntun'd golden strings faire women are , Which lying lon● vntoucht , will harshly iarre . Faire and vnkind , in women ill beseemes ▪ Women are wonne , when they beginne to iarre . Griefe hath two tongues , and neuer woman yet Could rule them both , without ten womens wit. All women are ambitious naturally . In womens tongues is quickly found a rub . A womans will that 's bent to walke astray , Is seldome chaung'd by watch or sharpe restraint . Ripe still to ill , ill womens counsels are . All things are subiect , but a womans will. 'T is fast good will , and gentle courtesies Reclaime a woman , and no watching eyes . Women are most wonne , when men merit least . Women that long , thinke scorne to be said nay . Neuer as yet was man so well aware , But first or last was caught in womens snare . Find constancie in women , all is found . Women desire to see , and to be seene . Great vaunts doe seeme hatcht vnder Sampsons lockes , Yet womens words can giue them killing knockes . Women haue teares for sorrow and dissembling . Women allure with smiles , and kill with frownes . It is a common rule , that women neuer Loue beautie in their sexe , but enuie euer . Women with wanton eyes , haue wanton trickes . Vertue is richest dowrie for a woman , Though men can couer crimes with bold sterne lookes , Poore womens faces are their owne faults bookes . Women least reckon of a doting louer . What cannot women doe , that know their power ? If womens hearts , that haue light thoughts to spill them Die of themselues : why then should sorrow kill them ? No beast is fiercer than a iealous woman . Women oft looke , one to enuie another . A womans teares are falling starres at night , No sooner seene , but quickly out of sight . A womans fauour lasteth but a while . Two things , to be a woman , and a Queene . Women doe hold , 't is ioyes life , lifes best treasure , Both to begin , and leaue to kisse at leisur● Oft womens mercie , more than mens is seene . Some womens wits exceed all Art , in loue . A womans passions doth the aire resemble : Neuer alike , they sinne if they dissemble . Loue , women , and inconstancie ne're part . Blushes shew womens thoughts , and teach men wit. Those vertues that in women merit praise , Are sober shewes without , chast thoughts within . A womans heart and tongue , are relatiues . Women may fall , when there 's no strength in men . Those women of their wit may iustly boast , That buy their wisdome by anothers cost . A womans mind is fit for each impression . High praises hammer best a womans mind . Thy wife being wise , make her thy secretarie : Else not , for women seldome can keepe silence . Women in mischiefe , are more wise then men . A womans tongue , wounds deeper than her eye . Constant in loue , who tryes a womans mind : Wealth , beautie , wit , and all in her doth find . Women are Natures wonder , louing Nature . Women doe couet most , what 's most denyed them . Extreame are womens sorrowes , past redresse : Or so dissembled , not to be beleeu'd . A woman of good life , feares no ill tongue . Silence in women , is a speciall grace . Similies on the same subiect . AS none can tell a griefe but he that feeles it , So none knowes womens wrongs , but they that find them . As women most despise what 's offered them , So to denie their minds , is worse than death . As a sharpe bridle fits a froward horse , So a curst woman must be roughly vs'd . As the best mettal'd blade hath iron commixt , So the best women are not free from faults . As readines of speech becomes a man , ●● silence do●h a woman best beseeme . As goodliest gardens are not void of weeds , So fairest women may haue some defect . Examples likewise on the same . IS●rina , sometimes Queene of Scithia , With her sweet voice , made calme the rough swolne seas . Romane Cornelia was so eloquent , That to her they did daily sacrifice . Lachis of Athens , to her country-men Appointed lawes for ciuill gouernment . Queene Parisatis caus'd the Persian kings , To haue their buriall in rich tombes of gold . Plato held women in a familie , As needfull as a kingdomes gouernour . If nature doe desire her selfe to see , ( Saith Plutarch ) women then her glasse may be . Of Ambition . Ambition is a humour that aspires , And slayes it selfe in seeking high desires . AMbition , with the Eagle loues to build . Ambition being once inur'd to raigne , Can neuer brooke a priuat state againe . Ambitious fauorites alwaies mischiefe bring . Th' aspirer once attain'd vnto the to● , Cuts off those meanes where●y himselfe got vp . Ambition yet tooke neuer lasting root . High aimes , young spirits , birth of loyall line : Make men play false , where kingdomes are the s●a●es . Th' ambitious will find right , or else make ●ight . It is ambitions sicknes , hauing much , To vexe vs with defect of that we haue . Might makes a title where he hath no right . Those men that commonly o're-looke too much , Doe ouer-see themselues , the●r sta●e is such . Ambitious minds , a world of wealth would haue . Ambitious minds to get a prince● traine , Would afterward of beggers life be faine . Ambition , paine , and loue , brookes no delay . Lyons doe neuer cast a gentle looke On any beast , that would vsurpe their den . Who climbes too soone , oft time repents too late . Bloud and alliance nothing doe preuaile , To coole the thirst of hot ambitious breasts . Aspiring things are readie still to fall . Bruises are sooner caught by reaching high , Than when the mind is willing to sloope low . Many vsurpe , but most in mischiefe end . Fortune doth neuer grudge at them that fall : But enuie stings and biteth them that climbe . Aspiring thoughts led Phae●on awry . Reware ambition , 't is a sugred ill , That fortune layes , presuming minds to kill . Ambitious Icarus did climbe too high . Ambitions bold and true begotten sonne , Is quite spent in desire , ere hope be wonne . Gaze●s on starres , oft stumble at small stones . Seldome can proud presumption be enthroan'd To liue esteemd ; or die , to be bemoan'd . Ambition , no corriuall will admit . The man that doth presume aboue his state , In stead of loue , incurres but deadly hate . Highest attempts to low disgraces fall . Craft giues ambition leaue to lay his plot , And crosse his friend , because he sounds him not . Competitors the subiects dearely buy . Presuming will counts it high preiudice To be reproou'd , although by sound aduise . Beware ambition in felicitie . Such reaching heads as neuer thinke them well , After their fall , their owne mishaps may tell . High mounting Eagles soone are smitten blind . Ambitions dying , is great glorie wonne . Similies on the same subiect . AS breath on steele , as soone is off as on , So climbers are as quickly downe as vp . As nothing in substance is more light than aire , So nothing can out-goe ambitious thoughts . As winds being vp , doe blow more violent , So proud vsurpers tyrannise in height . As bad men grieue at good mens happinesse , So high aspirers grudge at lowlines . As powder fier'd , is but a suddaine flash , Euen so ambition is no more than smoke . As B●ts doe flutter , not directly flie , So climbers aime at much , and misse of all . Examples likewise on the same . F●ederic●e the third , was by his bastard sonne Ambitious Manf●o● dispossest of life Geta murdered Antoni●s his brother , Through his ambitious mind to rule alone . Crassus procur'd himselfe a shamefull death , Through his ambitious spight at Caesars fame . Marius , not satisfied with former praise , Through his ambition soone abridg'd his dayes . Plato would haue good men exalted still , But none that sauour'd of ambition . Saith Aristotle , kingdomes soone decay , Where pride , or else ambition beareth sway . Of Tyrants , &c. Tirants are kingdoms plagues , and good mens woe : Their owne destroyers , and soone ouerthrow . A Tyrants lookes breed terror after death . Oft in the childrens slaughters , fathers die . The man that once is strong in equitie , Will scorne th' austerest lookes of tyrannie . Tyrannie still strikes terror to it selfe . Death is the vtmost end of tyrannie . Those that in blood a violent pleasure haue , Seldome descend but ●leeding to the graue . Birth is no shadow to sterne tyrannie . Ladies and tyrants doe respect no lawes . When tyrannie is with strong aid supported , All iustice from ●ood minds is quite extorted . No tyrannie can force true fortitude . Tyrants are leaders to a many ills . A tyrant that hath tasted once of bloud ▪ Doth hardly thrine by any other food . Tyrants will brooke no tearmes , or list dispute . Tyrants are torturers of honest soules . Words not preuaile , neither can fighes aduise , To mooue the heart that 's bent to tyrannise . No fame consists in deeds of tyrannie . Tyrants are alwaies traitours to them-selues . To punish many for th'amisse of one , Most properly to tyrants appertaine . Where tyrants reigne , God help the land that while . It 's worse than death , to liue a tyrants slaue . Tyrants being suffred , and not quail'd in time , VVill cut their throats that gaue them leaue to climbe . The smallest worme will turne , being trode vpon . The Doues will pecke in rescue of their brood . The sauage Beare will neuer li●ke his hand , That spoiles her of her young before her face . By vniust deeds , a true prince growes a Tyrant . Nothing more abiect than a tyrant i● . He that in bountie doth exceed himselfe , Becomes a tyrant ●fterward to others . Tyrants subdue by strength , maintaine in hate . Tyrants are Nobles scourge , the commons plague King as they ought , Tyrants rule as they list : The one to profit all , the other few . No peace , no hope , no rest hath tyrannie . One iniurie , makes not a tyra●nie . Princes ou●ht iu●tly to defend their owne , Rather than t●rant-like to conquer others . Who kings refuse , deserue a tyrant Lord. Vsurping rule is held by tyrannie . Tyrannie in a teacher is most vile : For ●o●●● with loue , not rigour should be taught . Tyrants tread lawes and honour vnder foot . Subiects in ●yrant● eyes , are held as slaues . Tyrants by armes , the i●st referre their cause To due arbi●rement of right and lawes . A tyrants reigne hath seldome permanence . Tyrants doe neuer die an honest death . Similies on the same subiect . AS kings doe rule by counsell and aduise , So tyrants by their will , and not by law . As want of riches makes a tyrant prince , So great abundance heapes vp wickednes . As boistrous winds doe shake the highest towers , So blood and death cuts off proud tyrannie . As enuie shooteth at the fairest markes , So tyrants leuell at tr●●● princes liues . As forest tempests are in largest seas , So greatest euill ensues on tyrannie . As trees are alwaies weakest toward the top . So falleth Tyrants in their chiefest height . Examples likewise on the same . TH●asillus teaching meanes of tyrannie , Was first enforst to tast thereof himselfe . Scyron threw others headlong in the sea , Till Theseus did the like by him at length . Caligula wisht Rome had but one head , That at one stroke himselfe might smite it off . Cyrus that neuer had enough of blood , Had afterward his head all drown'd in blood . The soules of tyrants , Plutarch doth affirme , To be compos'd of crueltie and pride . A tyrant seekes his priuate benefit And no mans else , as Seneca maintaines . Of Treason , &c. Treason is hated both of God and men , As such a sinne , as none can greater be . TReason hath no place where obedience is . Rebellion doth bewray corrupted nature . There is no treason woundeth halfe so deepe ▪ As that which doth in prince● bosoms sleepe . Rebellion springs of too much head strong will. The rebell shrinkes , where rule and order swayes . Kings pallaces stand open to let in The ●oothing traitour , and the guide to sinne . In darknesse dwels the blind rebellious mind . Traitours are loath'd , and yet their treason lou'd . They that gainst s●ates and kingdomes doe coniure , Their head-long ruine none can well recure . Treason first workes ere traitors are e●pied . Most bitter-sower doth foule rebellion taste . Bet me 'tis good to let the traitour die . ●o sparing ●ustice fee ●s iniquitie . All filthie floods flow from rebellions brinks . No vertue merits praise with treason toucht . No worthy mind by treason will assaile , When as he knowes h● valour can preuaile . A factious Lord s●ld benefits him-selfe . Who builds in blood and treason , builds vnsure . A troubled streame of puddle mixt with mi●e , Doth quench the thirst of rebels h●e desire . Men in seditions nour●'d , in factions liue . Shame , is the rightfull end of treache●●e . It 's madnesse to giue way to treacherie , Without due vengeance to such iniurie . In carelesse trust is treason soonest found . Reuolted subiects , of them-selues will quaile . No greater spight , than basely be betra●ed By such a one whome thou before hast made . Reuolt's a mischiefe , euer-more pernitious . Who nill be subiects , shall be slaues at length . Conuerse with treachers , looke for treacheri● : Who deales with bad man , must haue iniurie . Conflict with traitors is most perillous . A traitor once , ne're trusted afterward . They that doe couet deadly to betray , By sweetest meanes first practise to entrap . No place is ●ase enough for any traitour . Time is the touch that treacherous minds doth try . Nothing auailes , strong bulwa●kes , sence or towers : When treacherous foes all inward strength de●ou ●s . Traitours are subiect to continuall feare . Traitours , like vipers , gnaw their countries bones . Similies on the same subiect . AS Iuie kills the tree embracing it , ●o traitours murder with their smoothest lookes . As euill sauours doe corrupt the aire , So treachers doe pollute a common-weale . As in faire weather greatest stormes arise , So in mild seasons , treason is most bold . As braunches too much loden quickly breake , So traitors too farre trusted , doe most harme . As too much rankenesse bends the stalkes of corne ▪ So too much mildnesse whets the traitor on . As hawkes are lost by soaring ouer-high , So traitours perish in their chiefest hopes . Examples likewise on the same . THey that slew Caesar in the Senate-house , Perisht like traitours , neuer prospered . The traitours that great ●ompey did betray , With death did Caesar iustly guerdon them . Sylla to her owne father proou'd vntrue , And therefore felt desert accordingly . Lyciscus rotted aliue aboue the ground For his vile treason to th'Orcmenians . Th'Athenians would let none be buried , That had been traitours to the countrey . Tullie saith : Wise men not at any time Will trust a traitour or a faithlesse man. Of Enuie . Enuie is nothing els but griefe of mind , Conceiu'd at sight of others happinesse . ENuie is hand maid to prosperitie . Enuie let in , doth in more mischiefe let . Enuie doth cease , wanting to feed vpon . Enuious is he , that grieues his neighbors good . Enuie hath oft times eloquence in st●●e To serue his turne , than which he craues no more . Ill will too soone regardeth enuies cryes . Hee 's most enuied , that most exceeds the rest . Promotions chaung'd , glorie is enuies marke . No sooner excellent , but enuied straight . Enuie doth vertue in such sort disgrace , It makes men foes to them they should embrace . Enuie to honour , is a secret foe . The fruits of enuie , is despight and hate . It 's hate , which enui●s vertue in a friend . Anger and enuie , are lifes enemies . ●●●ie liues with vs while our selues suruiue , And when we die , it is no more aliue . Let enuie with misfortune be contented . Honours is still a moare in ennies eye . Enuie cannot offend but such as liue . On dead mens vertues , enuie hath no power . Enuie in this point may be knowne from hate : The one is euident , the other hid . All poysoned thoughts , are enuies daily food . Enuie is friendships secret enemie . Enuie at other shoots , but wounds her selfe . It's bette : be enuied , than pitied . Enuie doth make the body ill dispos'd , And kills the colour of the countenance . Men enui●us , by their manners are best knowne . Enuie doth often brag , but drawes no blood . Enuie like lightning in the darke is seene . Enuie is blind , and vertues mortall foe . Enuie doth scorne to cast her eye below : As proud ambition alwayes gazeth vp . As rust the iron , so enuie frets the heart . At good mens fatnesse , enuie waxeth leane . Enuie spots beauties colours with disdaine . Enuie will reach at them are farthest off . The enui●us man is sed with daintie fare , For his owne heart is his continuall food . Enuie is mightie mens companion . Enuies disease proceeds from others good . Enuie at vertues elbow alwaies waits . The enuious man , thinkes others losse , his gaine It 's better be a beggers mate in loue , Than in base enuie , fellow with a king . Enuie teares vp the dead , buries the quicke . Enuie speakes alwaies what comes next in mind . Glorie erects , what enuie casteth downe . Enuie is like a shaft shot from a bow , Which flies a while aloft , but lighteth low . The enuious ● an ne're spares to persecute . Hid enuie is more daungerous than knowne . When enuie winkes , then waiteth he most harme . If any man be good , he is enuied : If euill , then himselfe is enuious . Patience endures what euer enuie dare . An enuious neighbour is a double ill . Similies on the same subiect . As Bauens by their bands are easily knowne , So enuies lookes doe most disclose her selfe . As greatest floods haue alwaies quickest ebbes , So enuies heat is commonly soone cold . As rigour blasteth fancies fairest bloomes , So enuie doth the no lest man disgrace . As no disease with inward griefe compares , So nothing more than enuie wounds the mind . As fire not maintain'd is quickly out , So enuie not supplyed , dies of it selfe . As in the Cedar , wormes doe neuer breed , So in the wise , enuie can haue no power . Examples likewise on the same . PHilip was told , that men enuied him : Quoth he ; I care not , I haue giuen no cause . Caligula had such an enuious heart , As he repin'd at all mens happinesse . Th'Athenians so enuied Themistocles , As they made verses in reproch of him , Pompey and Caesars enuie to each other , Can scant be matcht in any histories . Plutarch saith , enuie is damn'd sorcerie , And therefore witht it generally abhorr'd . Thucidides graunts , wise men may be enuied , Only to make their vertues shine the more . Of Lust. Lust , is the minds disturber , purses foe : The conscience wronger , and first step to woe . LVst oft is fill'd , but neuer satisfied . Lasciuious lust the sences doth deceiue . Where lust gets footing , shame doth soon ensue . Lust like a lanthorne sheweth through it selfe , The poysoned venime hid within it selfe . Lust puts the most vnlawfull things in vre . The Leachers tongue , is neuer void of guile . Lust liues by spoile , like theeues that rob true men . Lust makes obliuion , beateth reason backe : Forgette●h shames pure ●lush , and honours wracke . The flames of lust doe from loues fewell rise . The fil●h of lust , vncleannesse wallowes in . Lust gads abroad , desire doth seldome sleepe . Most sweet it is , swift same to ouer-goe : But vile , to liue in lusts blacke ouerthrow . Where lust is law , it booteth not to plead . Lust lacks no wings , when loue is fled away . Blind is base lust , false colours to descrie . Iustes Owle-sight eyes are dazeled with the light , Yet see too clearely in the darkest night . Loue surfets not , lust like a glutton dies . Loue is all truth , lust full of perjur'd lyes . Lusts winter comes ere sommer halfe is done . While lust is in his pride , no exclamation Can cur●e his heat , or reine his rash desire . Lust being Lord , there is no trust in kings . Leud lust is endlesse , pleasure hath no bounds . As corne o're-growes by weeds , so feare by lust . All faire humanitie abhorres the deed , That staines with lust loues modest snow-white weede . Teares harden lust , though marble weare with drops . Faire loue , foule lust , are deadly enemies . Lust blowes the fire when temperance is thawed . Faire day discouers lustes obscurest wayes , And sheweth ech thing as it is indeed . The loue of lust is losse vnto our health . Lust led with enuie , dreads no deadly sinne . Sower is the case that from lusts root doth spring . Inchastitie is euer prostitute , Whose tree we loath , when we haue pluck● the fruit . It is great vertue to abstaine from lust . Who followes lust , can neuer come to loue . Lust alwaies seekes the ruine of chaste loue . Better seueritie that 's right and iust , Than impotent affections led with iust . Greatnesse doth make it great incontinence . No bondage like the slauish life to lust . Lust is a pleasure bought with after paine . The gate that opens to iniquitie , Is vnrestrained lust and libertie . Lust by continuance growes to impudence . Shame and disgrace attend vnbridled lust Adulterie is iniurie to nature . Where wic●ed lust doth dwell in foule excesse , That is no house but for damn'd beastlines . Adult'rie is vnlawfull matrimonie . Adult'rie is despis'd among bruit beasts . Concupiscence doth violence the soule . Loue comforteth like Sun-sh●ne after raine , But lust● effect is tempest after Sinne. No beastlines like base concupiscense . Lust is the path way to perdition . Concupiscense leads on the way to death . Poore sillie flyes may teach great men be lust , And not to yeeld them selues a prey to lust . Lust is in age most loathsome , vile in youth . Lust makes vs couet things beyond our power . Lust cuts off life before the dated time . Lust neuer taketh ioy in what is due , But still leaues knowne delights to seeke out new . A man long plung'd in lust , is hard v purg'd . Slothfulnesse is the nourisher of lust . Similies on the same subiect . AS fire consumeth wood into it selfe , So lust drawes men into her deepest sinnes . A● Sulphur being hot ▪ is quickly fier'd , So lust vnb●●dled easily is prouokt As wanton thoughts are full of wanton speech , So leud conceits are fild with loose desires . As greedie minds encroch on other ▪ right , So lust makes no respect of leud delight . As leprosie the members doth corrupt , So luxurie enuenometh the soule . As rauenous binds make no respect of prey , So all are apt that come in lusts foule way . Examples likewise on the same . Cleopatra had her brothers companie , Wronging thereby her husband & her selfe . Thalestris trauail'd five and twentie dayes , To lye one night with mightie Alexander . Claudius of his owne sisters made no spare . Sem●ramis in lust desir'd her sonne . Nero slew Atticus the Romane Consull , That he might haue accesse vnto his wife . Aristotle saith , that lust mens bodies chaunge . And likewise breedeth madnesse in their soules . Hippocrates call'd lust the foule disease , Than which could be no worse infection . Of Pride , &c. Pride , is a puft vp mind , a swolne desire , That by vaine-glory seeketh to aspire . PRide , is the chiefe disgrace beautie can haue . Pride drawes on vengeance , vengeance hath no meane . Weake weapons doe the greatest pride abate . When pride but pointeth once vnto his fall . He beares a sword to stay him-selfe withall . Vaine-glorie neuer temperance doth retaine . Vaine-glorie fondly gazeth on the skies . Pride gapes aloft , and scorneth humble lookes . Pride is contemned , scorn'd , disdain'd , derided : While humblenesse of all things is prouided . Proud will is dease , and heares no heedfull friends . The flesh being proud , desire doth sight with grace . Suppresse the proud , helpe to support the m●●ke . Vaine-glories vice , l●●e to th● n 〈…〉 , Doth blemish oft o●r 〈…〉 . Small Onats enforc'd ●●oud ●●●●●●●●●● to stoope . Very vnsurely stands the ●●●t o●●●●●● . Vaine-glorious men des●●● to ●●●●●●●●i●●●●● . Such is the nature still of haughtie pride , Than others praise , can nothing worse abide . In-sight illustrates , outward brauerie blinds . Shame followes pride , as doth the bodies shade . Wit oft-times wrackes , by selfe-conceit of pride . Though pride leads on , yet shame doth wait behind , And shame for pride by iustice is assign'd . Beautie breeds pride , pride bringeth forth disdaine . Vertue is plac'd , where pride may not presume . The plague of pride presumption did begin . Nothing there is that heauen can worse abide , Amongst mens deeds , than arrogance and pride . Trust not to choise of proud confederates . High-builded castles ouer-looke low lands . Enuie is auncient'st sinne , but pride is greatest . Proud thoughts , that greatest matters take in hand , Falls soonest , where they safest thinke to stand . Sorrow ne're followes him that flyes from pride . Where least desert is , alwaies pride is most . Prides lowest step is blood , Enuie the highest . Pride bathes in teares of poore submission , And makes his soule the purple he puts on . A proud mans glory , soone begets defame . A rich man hardly can be free from pride . Similies on the same subiect . AS vapours in ascending soone are lost , So prides presuming but confounds it selfe . As great fires hazard simple cottages , So pride in poore men is most perillous . As winds blow sternely being neere to cease , So pride is loftiest , neere destruction . As Cadar trees vnfruitfull are and stiffe , So proud men helpe not any , nor themselues . As pride is the beginner of all vice , So the destruction is it of all vertue . As still the dropsie couets after drinke , So pride is neuer pleased but with pride . Examples likewise on the same . FAbius the Senatour , o're-come with pride , Swallowed a haire in milke , and thereof dyed . Poppeia that was Neroes concubine , Had with the purest gold her horses shod . Chare● for hurting Cyrus in the knee , Became so proud , that forth-with he ran mad . The Emperour Di●●lesian in hi● pride , Would needs be call'd the brother to the Sunne . Saith Aristotle , Men ouercome with pride , Their betters nor their equals can abide . Quint●liam would haue men of greatest gifts , Rather be humble , than swolne vp with pride . Of Couetousnes , &c. Couetousnes is onely root of ill , That kingdome , conscience , soule and all doth spill . THey that most couet , oftentimes loose more . Gaine co●meth , while as the mi●ler sleeps . Co●etous wretches doe such griefes sustaine . That they prooue bankrupts in their greatest gaine . Vaine is it , all to haue and nothing vse . Intemperance t●ralles men to couetise . Treasure is most abu●'d being hoorded vp , When being employed , in turneth two for one . It 's vaine to couer more than we need vse . He that encrocheth much , is alwaies needie . Rich roabes , other both and themselues adorne . But nor themselues nor others , if not ●o●ne . Great is the sc●p● that greedie will desires . Gaines got with i●san●e , is greatest losse . Lesse sinnes the poore man ▪ that doth starue him-selfe . Than he that sl●●es his soule by hoor●ing pelfe . Desire to haue , doth makes vs much endure . Auarice is good to none , worse to himselfe . Who would not wish his treasure safe from theeues , And rid his heart of pangs , his eyes from teares ? The man that couets much , he wanteth much . The gaine of gold makes many loose their soules . Learnings decay , is thankelesse auarice : Not rendring vertue her deseruing price . All vices haue their taste from auarice , The couetous mans excuse , is childrens care . Who hugs th' idolatrous desire of gold , To scorne and ruine hath his freedome sold. The deuils mouth is tearm'd a misers purse . Mens faults , by couctousnes the world discernes . The greedie wretch that for him-selfe still spares , Doth hoord vp nothing but contiz●ail cares . A couetous eye doth seldome and content . Desire of gaine , at no time hath enough . A niggard seldome wanteth this s●●e shift , To call his cursed auarice , good thrift . The couetous minded man is alwayes poore . Couetousnes runnes round about the world . Couetousnes deserueth speciall hate In Iudges , or in rulers of a state . Auarice disease , nothing can cure but death . To flie from auarice , is a kingdomes gaine . So greedie minds may but augment their wealth . They not respect how much they harme their health . How hard from couetousnes can men refraine ? Gold , that makes all men false , is true it selfe . Treasures fast bard vp by a couetous mind , As prodigall expenders after find . The more we spare , the more we hope to gaine . To haue gold , and to haue it safe , is all . In old men , couetousnesse is monstrous , Because they are so neare their iournies end . Auarice ( like the dropsie ) still seckes more . The gulfe of greedinesse will ne're be fild . The couetous churle , whose care great heapes attaines : Hath for his end affliction , griefe his gaines . Auarice is the chiefest hooke of death . The misers mind is neuer satisfied . Similies on the same subiect . AS fire , the more it hath , the fiercer burnes , ●o couetous minds doe alwaies craue for more . As Bees doe flocke vnto a hony dew , So couetous men still haunt the sente of gaine . As greatest fish deuoure the smaller frie , So couetous wretches feed vpon the poore . As glurtons from them-selues can nothing spare , So misers will let nothing passe their purse . As without waues we neuer see the sea , So couetous men are neuer free from cares . As clouds do● somtime hide the Sunnes cleare light , So couetousnes depriues the light of grace . Examples likewise on the same . HErmocrates lying at the point of death , Bequeath'd his goods to no one but him-selfe . Euclio ●●● his treasure in his house , And durst not goe abroad for feare of robbing . Caligula became so couetous , That he would spare no meanes to compasse coine . Demonica for gold sold Ephesus , And after dyed vnder the weight thereof . Socrates seeing one ignorant , yet rich , Said : He was nothing but a golden slaue . Diogenes would say to couetous men , That he had rather be their sheepe , than sonne . Of Sloth , &c. Sloth is to Vertue , chiefest enemie : And Idlenes , the guide to euery ill . SLoth dulles the wit , and doth corrupt our strength . Sloth both corrupts , and chokes the vitall powers . Idlenes is a death in life esteem'd . Long slumbers are for idle persons meet . The idle luske , that no way is enclin'd , Walkes as one dead among the liuing kind . Ease is the mothet of dissention . Who growes too negligent , too soone repents . Humours , by much excesse of ease are bred . All idle workes , are but the workes of lyes . All idle houres are Calenders of ruth , And time ill spent is preiudice to youth . Idlenesse causeth errour and ignorance . Through idlenes , kingdoms haue ben destroi'd . Idlenes is the root of desperation . The idle mind is apt to all vncleannesse . In height of weale who hath a slothfull heart , Repents too late his ouer-foolish part . Sloth blunts conceit , but studie sharpens it . Prosperitie alwaies ingendreth sloth . The slothfull man in his owne want doth sleepe . Sloth hinders thrift , and much displea●eth God. Loue is a prodigie to loytring wits , A hell of life , a trap for idle toies . The idle heart is mooued with no prayers . In doing nothing , men learne to doe ill . Sloth is a feare of labour to ensue . The Bees abide no idle Drones among them . Vsurie is the nource of idlenes : And idlenes the mother of all euill . The wise mans idlenes , is d●ily labour . A noble nature , sloth doth soone corrupt . Idlenes is the canker of the mind . Similies on the same subiect . AS mothes eat garments that are seldome worne , So idlenes infecteth loytring wits . As too much bending breakes the strongest bow , So too much sloth corrupts the chastest mind . As mosse growes on those stones which are not stirr'd , So sloth defiles the soule , not well employed . As standing waters venemous wormes ingender , So idle braines beget vnholy thoughts . As pooles freeze sooner than the running streames , So idle men speed worse than those that worke . As sitters sooner sleepe than they that walke , So sinne tempts sooner sloth , than diligence . Examples likewise on the same . SCipi● did banish from his campe , all such As could be toucht with sloth or idlenes . The wise men thus did answere Alexander , If he were idle , long he could not liue . Because the Sabies did abound in wealth , They gaue them selues to nought but idlenes . Metellus being arriu'd in Africa , Dismist all meanes might offer idlenes . Tully saith , Men were borne to doe good workes , As a pre●eruatiue gainst idlenes . Pythagoras gaue all his ●●ho●l●●s charge , At no time to admit an idle thought . Of Anger , &c. Anger is entrance to vnseemely wrath , Prouoking Furie , Rage , and Violence . ANger 's rash fire conceal'd , enkindles more . Anger must be no reason of diuorce . Anger doth still his owne mishaps encrease . Thunder affri●hteth infants in the schooles : And angry threats are conquests meet for fooles . What reason vrgeth , rage doth still denie . Vntamed rage doth all aduise reiect . Rage is like fire , and naturally ascends . Hot hastie wrath , and heedlesse ●azardi● , Breeds l●te repentance , and long i●●●mie . Full many mischiefes follow hastie wrath . Happie who can abstaine when anger swelles . Words haue great power t' appease enflamed rage . Furie and frenzies are fit companie ▪ To helpe to blaze a wofull tragedie . Mightie mens anger is more fear'd than death . Mishapen stuffe is meet for ●ude demeanour . Violent fires doe soone burne ou● them selues . Oft times we see , men troubled with ann●y Doe laugh for anger , and yet weepe for ioy . Small showers last long , but angry stormes are short . Oft outward rage doth inward griefes encrease . The wrathfull man is seldome free from woe . The broken top● of loftie trees declare , The furie of a mercie-wanting storme . Men will not spend their surie on a child . Young slippes are neuer graft in windie dayes . Loue being resisted ▪ growes impa●ient . Raine added to a riuer that is ranke . Perforce will make it ouer-flow the ●anke . Calmes seldome hold , without ensuing stormes . Choller vnto digestion is a friend . He that loues ease , offends no angrie man. If once the fire be to the powder go● , It 's then too late to seeke to flie the shot . Heat added vnto heat , augmenteth it . There is no rest ▪ where rage runnes all on head . The waters swell before a boistrous sto●me . In windie dayes we hold our garments fast , But glaring Sun-shine makes vs put them off . Tydes being restrain'd , o'r●●well their bounds with rage . The depth is hid by troubling of the flood . Great mists arise before the greatest raine . If rage spare not the wal●es of pieti● , How shall the profane piles of sinne keepe strong ? The raine doth cease , before the floods doe rise . All stormes are calmed by a gentle starre . P●le angrie death a gr●edie longing stops . When discontented sectes and schismes arise , They seed the simple , and offend the wise . The edge of reprehension , is sharpe words . Reprooue with loue , not anger , others faults . Cold breath doth not coole fire , but makes more hot . What is with f●ri●●●d ste●ne rage begun , Doth challenge shame before it be halfe done . Fond disagreement is loues ouerthrow . Loue should preuaile , iust anger to asswage . Similies on the same subiect . AS hate is oft conceiu'd vpon no cause , So anger on small matters doth ensue . As he that loueth quiet , sleeps ●ecure , So he that yeelds to wrath , much harmes him-selfe . As wrathfull anger is a grieuous fault , So sufferance is great commendation . As winter commonly is full of stormes , So angrie minds haue still impatient thoughts . As luke-warme water inward heats asswage , So gentle language calmeth angers rage . As tumours rise by blowes vpon the flesh , So anger swelles by buffetting the mind . Examples likewise on the same . GReat Alexander , in his angrie mood Kild Clytus , his old councellour and friend . Dionysiu● being ouer-come with rage , Stabd to the heart his innocent poore Page . Periander , angry and misse-gouerned , His deare wife most vnkindly murdered . Architas , though his bond-man did amisse , Yet in his anger he refus'd to smite him . Euripides , held nothing in a man Of more defect , than sterne impatience . The elder Cato counsail'd angrie men , To banish rage , if they desir'd long life . Of Gluttonie , &c. Gluttonie , drunkennesse , and leud excesse , Is the high-way to woe and wretchednesse . VVHo daily taste neat wine , do water loath . Disorder breeds by heating of the blood . Aduantage feeds him fat , while men delay . In Italie , the fat , faire , slick● and full , Are better lik'd than leane , lanke , spare and dull . Staru'd men best gesse the sweetnesse of a feast . Worldlings ( like Antes ) eat vp the gaines of men . Things vndigested , neuer turne to blood . Steele is the glasse of beautie for our sight , But wine is tearm'd , the mirrour of the mind . A beastly shape with brutish soule agrees . Set-banquets made by Courtiers , want no cates . It 's good in health to counsell with a Leach . It 's good abstaining from superstuous feasts : Where too much feeding maketh men bruit beasts . Wine burnes vp beautie , and prouokes on age . No secrecie abides , where liues excesse . Excesse is nothing else , but wilfull madnesse . He that delights in pampering vp himselfe , Is chiefest seeker of his bodies shame . Chastities daunger waits on drunkennesse . Wine is the earths blood , and th' abusers blame . A double fire in man , is wine and youth . Gluttonie dryes the bones , more thereby die Than in a kingdome perish by the sword . Surfet hath sicknesse to attend on him . Gluttonie causeth many maladies . Excesse is that which soone dispatcheth life . Rich men may feed their bellies when they please , But poore mens dinners stay till they haue meat . Much feeding causeth much infirmitie . The belly alwaies is a thanklesse beast . Drunkennesse is a many headed monster . Moderate diet is a wise mans badge , But surfetting , the glory of a foole . Women and wine haue made the wise to dote . Too much of any thing conuerts to vice . A meane in all things is most commendable . Similies on the same subiect . AS corporall fasting quickens vp the soule , So too much feeding doth depresse it downe . As sable clouds obscure the siluer Moone , So gluttonie dimmes glorie of the mind . As birds with weightie bodies hardly flie , So men o're-come with drinke , scant rightly goe . As too much wet doth cause a moorish ground , So too much drinke doth make a muddie mind . As ships of lightest burden lightliest saile , So minds of quickest motion are most apt . As drowsie souldiours are vnfit for fight , So drunken humours are not meet for men . Examples likewise on the same . THe Tyrant Dionysius , by much drinke , Lost vtterly the benefit of sight . Aruntius in his beastly drunkennes , With his owne daughter incest did commit . Ptolomie slew his father and his mother , Through wine and women , dying like a beast . Geta the Emperour three dayes feasting sate , Seru'd by the order of the Alphabet . Men giuen to belly-seruice , Plato saith , Deserue no better name , than brutish beasts . Excesse ( saith Tullie ) is a testimonie Of soules incontinence , and base desires . Of Griefe , & c.. Griefe , Sorrow , Woe , and sighing care , Endaunger health , and often vrge despaire . GRiefe doth await on life , though neuer sought . Griefe being disclos'd , the sooner is recur'd . Ech griefe best iudgeth of his contrarie . Extreame and hard with sorrow doth it go● , Where woe becomes a comforter to woe . Sorrow doth dimme the iudgement of the wit. Great griefes more easily can be thought than told . There is no griefe , but time doth make it lesse . Sighes of them ▪ selues , are ouer-silent much , And farre too short to make our sorrowes knowne . Griefe , to it selfe most dreadfull doth appeare . Neuer was sorrow quite deuoid of feare . Sorrow best fitteth with a cloudie cell . Still we behold some griefe our blisse bese●● ▪ Yet often-times that griefe , some good ●ege●s . Sorrow discloseth what it most doth grieue . The deapth of griefe with words is sounded least . No plaister helpes before the griefe be knowne . Words are but shadowes of a further smart , But inward griefe doth truly touch the heart . Sower is the sweet that sorrow doth maintaine . A heauie hear● , with sorrowes pipe must daunce . Sorrow her selfe , is in her selfe confounded . Where sorrow serues for food , where drinke is teares , There pleasure sighes amidst confused feares . Sighes often sue , but seldome times find grace . We may conclude our words , but not our woes . Great griefes are mut● , when mitth can chearely speake . What bootes i● plaine that cannot be redrest , Or sow vaine sorrowes in a fruitlesse eare ? Nothing auaileth griefe , when fates denie . Cares , close conceal'd , doe aggrauate the pain● . It 's ease to tell the cares that inly touch . Men torne with tempests , safe arriu'd at last , May sit and sing , and tell of sorrowes past . Well sitteth moane the mind , neer kill'd with care . A double griefe afflicts concealing hearts . One louing hower quits many yeares of griefe . When thou dost feele thy conscience rent with griefe , Thy selfe pursuest thy selfe , both robd , and thiefe . All earthly sights can nought but sorrow breed . Woe waxeth old , by being still renew'd . Woe neuer wants , where euery cause is caught . When sorrow once is seated in our eyes , What-e're we see , encreaseth miseries . Men change the aire , but seldome change their cares . Griefes are long liu'd , and sorrowes seldome die . Griefe need no feigned action to be taught . Know how to weepe when mightie griefes constraine , Else teares and sighes are meerely spent in vaine . Sorrow growes sence-lesse , when too much she bears . We need not cherish griefes , too fast they grow . Woe be to him that dyes of his owne woe . To meane estate , but common woes are knowne ▪ But crownes haue cares that euer ●e vnknowne Sorrow doth make the shortest time seeme long . One griefe conceal'd , more grieuous is than ten From strongest woe we hardly language w●est . Oft times it haps , that sorrowes of the mind Find helpe vnsought , that seeking cannot find . Huge horrors , in high tydes of griefes are drown'd ▪ Woe past may once laugh present woe to scorne . Griefe ●arueth deepest , comming from the heart . Enough of griefe it is to pensiue minds , To feele their faults , and not be further vext . Care makes men passionate , and sorrow dumbe . High floods of ioy , oft falls by ebbbes of griefe . No note is sweet , where griefe beares all the ground . It 's euer pleasing for ● man to heare , Those griefes discourst , that once were hard to beare . Some often sing that haue more cause to sigh . Griefe neuer parts from a care-filled breast . Free vent of griefe doth ease the ouer-flow . Vnhappie man , the subiect of misfortune , Whose very birth doth following woe importune Mens dayes of woe are long , but short of ioy . Our time may passe , but cares will neuer die . Oft greatest cares , the greatest comforts kill . Men die , and humane kind doth passe away , But griefe ( that mak●s them die ) doth euer stay . Ioy still ascends , but sorrow sings below . Men may lament , but neuer disanull . Sorrow still seazeth on a grieued heart . Things of small moment we can scarsely hold , But griefes that touch the heart , are hardly told . They easily grieue , that cannot choose but moane . Sorrow concludes not when it seemeth done . Conceit deriues from some fore-father griefe . Conceiued griefe reboundeth where it falls : Not with the emptie hollownesse , but weight . Things past redresse should be as free from care . It is no losse to be exempt from care . Against a chaunge , woe is o're-run with woe . Woe with the heauier weight doth alwaies sit , Where it perceiue● it is but faintly borne . The deepest cares cure not the smallest griefe . Sorrow is mortall enemie to health . Griefe wanteth words to vtter what it would . Fell g●a●ling sorrow hath least power to bite The man that mockes it , and doth set it light . No need to hasten care , it comes too soone . Griefes best redresse , is the best sufferance . Griefe finds some ease by him that beareth like . Sharpe sorrowes tooth doth neuer ran●kle more , Than when he bites , and launceth not the sore . The hearts deepe sorrow hates both light and life . Mirth may not soiourne with blacke male-content . What helpeth care , when cure is past and g●ne ? Ech substance of a griefe hath twentie shades , Which shewes like griefe it selfe , yet is not so . It is some case our sorrowes to reueale . Sorow doth euer long to heare the worst . Long are their nights whose cares doe neuer sleepe . The eyes of sorrow glaz'd with blinding teares , Deuide● one thing en●●re to many obiects . No farre remooue can make sterne sorrow lesse , Care-charming sleepe , is sonne of sable night . Idlely we grieue , when fruitlessely we grieue . Their legges can kee●e no measure in delight , Whose heart doe hold no measure in their griefe . They that report griefe , feele it for the time . Sad soules are slaine in merrie companie . Griefe is best pleas'd with griefes societie . In wooing sorrow , it is best be briefe , When wedding it , there is such length in griefe . Great griefe grieues most at that would do it good . Griefe dallied with , nor law nor limit knowes . A wofull hostesse brookes no merrie guests . Ech thinks him-selfe to fetch the deepest grone , Because he feeles no sorrow but his owne . Distresse likes dumps , when time is kept with teares . Woe is most tedious when her words are briefe . Though woe be heauie , yet it seldome sleepes . Kind fellowship in woe , doth woe asswage , As Palmers chat makes short their pilgrimage . Loue ne're so loyall , is not free from care . Weepe ne're so long , yet griefe must haue an end . Of sorrow , comes but fancies and fond dreames . True sorrow then is feelingly suffis'd , When with like semblance it is sympathiz'd . Sad hearts with weeping liue vpon their teares . Sad sighes set downe the hearts most feeling woes . Assurance alway putteth griefe to flight . Deepe woes roll forward like a gentle floud , Which being stop● , the bounding bankes o're-flowes . Accustom'd sorrow , is meere c●ueltie . Sorrow is very doubtfull in beleefe . Silence , is sorrowes chiefest Oratour . To see sad sights , mooues more than heare them told , For then the eye interprets to the care . Sacietie makes passions still lesse strong . All sence must die where griefe too much abounds . All care is bootlesse in a carelesse case . Sorrow is like a heaui● hanging bell . VVhich set on ringing , with his owne weight goes . Sorrow best speakes by signes of heauie eyes . On greatest charge , the greatest care attends . Dombe is the message of a hidden griefe . Sorrow breakes seasons , and reposing houres : Makes the night morning , and the noon-tyde night . Our inward cares are most pent in with griefe . Sad cares , mens eyes doth alwayes open keepe . Short walkes seeme long when sorrow metes the way . Sorrow hath onely this poore bare reliefe , To be bemoand of such as wofull are . Wounds helpe not wounds , nor griefe ease grieuous deeds . Excesse of sorrow listneth no reliefe . Passions encreasing , multiply complaints . To moane ones care , yet cannot helpe his thrall , It kills his heart , but comforts not at all . No griefe like to the bondage of the mind . No outward vtterance can commaund conceit . Similies on the same subiect . AS fire supprest , is much more forcible , So griefes conceal'd , vrge greater passions . As streames restrain'd , breake through or ouer-flow , So sorrow smoother'd , growes to greater woe . As tendrest wood is most annoyed of wormes , So feeblest minds doth sorrow most afflict . As clouds doe rob vs of faire heauens beautie , So care bereaues vs of our speeches libertie . As the sweet rose doth grow among the bryars , So oft in sorrowes some content is found . As discreete Pylots doe for stormes prepare , So in our ioy let vs prouide for care . Examples likewise on the same . COriolanus , finding his offence For warring gainst his country , dyde with griefe ▪ Torquatus , banisht from his fathers house , For griefe thereof did rashly slay him selfe . The Romane matrons for a whole yeares space , Sighed and sorrowed for B●●t●● death . Lepidus grieuing long his wiues abuse , Shortned his owne dayes with conceit of griefe . The Pythagorians alwaies had th●s poesie : The heart ought not be ●aten with sad griefe . Cicero thought , the minds chiefe enemies , Were melancholly griefes , and pensiues . Of Feare , &c. Feare is defect of manly fortitude , Continually by dread and doubt pursude . A Hell-tormenting feare , no faith can mooue . Safetie ( most safe ) when she is fenc'd with feare . Better first f●are , than after still to feare . Daunger deui●eth shifts , wit waits on feare . Abhorre sinne past , preuent what i● to come , These two are things feare not the day of doome . The bait in sight , the hooke much lesse is fear'd . Who euer feares , is better neuer feare . To loue for feare , is secretly to hate . Feare is companion of a guil●ie ●ind . Faint feare and doub● still taketh their delight In ●erile , which exceed all perill might . F●delitie doth flye where feare is hatcht . Feares vrge despaires , ruth breeds a hopelesse rage . By needlesse feare , none euer vantage got . The benefit of feare , is to be wise . Wh● would not die , to kill all murdering griefes ? Or who would liue in neuer-dying feares ? Feare giueth wings , and need doth courage teach . Fond is the feare that finds no remedie The d●ead of dying , payes death seruile breath . Who liue●● c●ntent , need feare no f●owning fate . To feare the foe , when feare oppresseth strength , Giues in our weaknesse , strengthning to the foe . Feare finds out shi●ts , timiditie is s●b●ill . No greater hell than be a slaue to feare . Birds feare no bushes that were neuer lim'd . The guilt being great , the feare doth more exceed . Feare , and be slaine , no worse can come to fight : And fight and dye , is death destroying death . Loue thriues not in the heart that shadowes feare . Against loues fire , feares frost can haue no power . The Lyons roaring , lesser beasts doe feare . Doubt takes sure footing oft in slipperie wayes . Huge rockes , high windes , strong pyrats , shelues and sands , The ●erchant feares , ere rich at home he lands . Delay breeds doubt , and doubt brings on dismay . A fearefull thing to tumble from a crowne . Giue no beginning to a doubtfull end . It 's fearefull sleeping in a serpents bed . Extreamest feare can neither fight nor flye , But coward-like , with trembling terrour die . Our owne examples makes vs feare the more . Feare that is wiser than the truth , doth ill . Greatnesse that standeth high , stands still in feare , Feare casts too deepe , and euer is too wise . Who feares a sentence , or an old mans saw , May by a painted cloth be kept in awe . The doubtfull can no vsuall plots endure . A moderate feare fore-casts the worst of ill . It 's vaine to feare the thing we cannot shun . Better to feare thy choice , than rue thy chaunce . He rightly may be tearm'd a val●ant man , Whome honest death doth not affright with feare . Distracted terrour knowes not what is best . No feare of death should force vs to doe ill Dread of vnknowne things breeds a greater dread . Feare not the things must come , be thinke faults past . In vaine with terrour is he sortifide , That is not guarded with ●i●me loue beside . The loue vnseene , is neuer knowne to feare . A seru●le feare , doth make a drooping mind . Least we presume , we must goe backe with feare . Delay doth much torment a doubtfull mind . It much offendeth to be old with feares , When youth saith , thereof thou want'st many yeeres . Hardly we credit what imports our ill . Men feare not them whose feeble strength they know . Feare commonly doth breed and nourish hate . Small ease hath he that feared is of all . Cold doubt cauills with honour , scorneth fame , And in the end , feare weighes downe faith with shame . Dissention euer more breeds greater doubt . We soone beleeue the case we would haue so . A fearefull looke bewrayes a guiltie heart . Death is farre sweeter than the feare of death . It 's better much , to suffer that we feare , Than still by feare , to liue in martyrdome . Continuall griefe , is feare beyond all feare . Basenesse aduanced , purchaseth but feare . Who walke in feare , suspect the pathes they tread . Death being assur'd to come , deserues no feare . Whiles timerous knowledge stands considering , Audacious ignorance performes the deed . He that knowes most , the more he hath to doubt . Better mistrust too soone , than rue too late . We deeme things doubtfull , breed not contentation . Where men least feare , there harme they soonest find . Wicked men commonly are void of feare , And therefore daunger alwaies with them beare . Loue neuer was without both feare and teares . Feare lendeth wings for aged folke to flie . Similies on the same subiect . AS suddaine bleeding , argues ill ensuing , So suddaine ceasing is fell feares renewing . As leaking vessels cannot long endure , So fearefull minds haue slender permanence . As nettles haue no prickes , and yet doe sting , So feares haue little motion , yet oft kill . As salt ta'ne moderately doth ●ellish meat , So discreet feares doe often benefite . As in calamitie good friends auaile , So sound aduise aduantageth in feare . As wrong suspitions are but mens disgrace , So needlesse feares declare but want of wit. Examples likewise on the same . CLaudius being giuen to feare , his mother said , Nature begun , but had not finisht him . Midas grew desperate by his fearefull dreames , That to be rid of them , he slew him-selfe . Aristodemus fear'd with howling dogges , Tooke such conceit , that soone he ended life . Nicias th' Athenian , through cowardly feare , Lost many famous opportunities . Tully saith , Much more euill is in feare , Than in the thing that doth procure the feare . Solon gaue instance to his country-men , That shame did euermore attend on feare . Of Fortune , &c. Fortune is nource of fooles , poyson of hope , Fewell of vaine desires , deserts destruction . WHat fortune works , seemes not alwaies pretended . Fortune not alwaies doth poure forth her bagges . Fortune in tariance , to her selfe is straunge . Fortune her gifts in vaine to such doth giue , Who when they liue , seeme as they did not liue . The end is it that maketh fortune good . The sea of fortune doth not alwaies flow . Hap commeth well although it come but late . When Fortune all her vtmost spight hath shewen , Some blisse-full houres may ne're thelesse appeare . Fortune 's not alwaies good , nor alwaies ill . Fortune doth some times laugh as well as lower . Misfortune followes him that tempteth fortune . How can mischaunce vnto that ship ●etide , Where fortune is the pylot and the guide ? Fortune oft hurts , when most she seemes to helpe . Wisdome predominates both fate and fortune . Oft where best chaunce begins , ill chaunce doth end . Misfortune is attended by reproch : Good fortune , fame and vertue si●llifies . Th' euent oft times makes soule faults fortunate . What follie hurts not , fortune can repaire . Like clouds continually doth fortune chaunge . Where Fortune doth her bountie franke bestow , There heauen and earth must pay what she doth owe. Mishaps are mastred by discreet aduise . The helpe-lesse hap , it booteth none to grieue . Misfortune waits aduantage to entrap . Misfortunes power can neuer ●●yle thy right , Doe thou but beare a mind in her despight . Misfortune followes many ouer-fast . Where first mishap began , there will she end . A chaunce may win , what by mischance was lost . Where great mishaps our errours doth assault , There doe they easiest make vs see our fault . Nimble mischaunce , is verie swift of foot . Silent mishap discloseth mourning griefe . Our friends misfortune doth encrease our owne . A mischiefe seene , may easily be p●euented , But being hapt , not helpt , though still lamented . In some things all , in nothing all are crost . On mischiefes maine , mishap full saile doth beare . The greatest losses seldome are restor'd . Nothing so much a mans mishap torments , As who to him his good state represents . Harmes vnexpected , still doe hurt vs most . Vnlook● for things doe happen soon'st of all . Power h●th no priuiledge against mishap . Complaine not t●y misfortune to thy foe , For he w●llt i●nto● when he sees thy teares . The highest state awarrants not mishaps . Vnfortunate are some men that be wise . Happy he liues that tasteth no mischaunce . Oft times we see amidst the greatest cares , Some ill successe doth slip in vnawares . No wit nor wealth preuailes against mischaunce . If ill approch vs , onely that is ours . Of greatest ill , a greater good may spring . The man that still amidst misfortunes stands , Is sorrowes slaue , and bound in lasting bands . Neuer stayes tickle fortune in one state . The basest meanes , oft highest fortune brings . Well may he swimme , held vp by fortunes hand . The world is rightly tearmed full of rub● , When all our fortunes runne against the byas . Fortune hurts not where she is held despis'd . The fleece of fortune striues to haue the fell , Who keepes his fortunes wisely , needs no more . They fall , which trust to fortunes fickle wheele : But stayed by vertue , men shall neuer reele . Time goes by turnes , and chances change by course . A tragicke note best fits a tragicke chaunce . By fortunes smiles ensues the greatest falls . He cannot iudge aright of fortunes power , Nor taste the sweet that neuer tride the sower . Fortune may raise againe a downe-cast foe . The cards once dealt , it boots not aske , why so ? Loue throwes them downe , whom fortune raised vp . Riches are nothing else but fortunes gifts , An● bring with them their owne confusion . Mariners sound at first for feare of rockes . Fortune assaults , but hurts no constant mind . Physicall drugs helpe not sinister chaunce . It 's seldome seene in any high estate , Father and sonne like good , like fortunate . Fortunes fierce frownes , are oft times princes haps . Fortunes being equall , are loues fauorites . Where Fortune fauours much , she flatters more . Nothing is ours that we by hap may loose : What nearest seemes , is furthest off in woes . Birth many times by fortune is abas'd . Fortune in sleepers nets poures all her pride . To painfull persons fortune is ingrate . When Fortune doth most sweetly seeme to smile , Then soone she frownes , she laughes but little while . Few reape the sweete , that taste not of the sower . Whome fortune scornes , the common people hate . Trust not to Fortune when she seemes to smile , For then she doth intend the greatest guile . Fortune is tear'md a bog or dauncing mire . Fortune , though fickle , sometime is a friend . Fortune helps hardie men , but scorneth cowards . Long-passed cares renew againe their course , When fatall chaunce doth chaunge from bad to worse . Fortune can take our goods , but not our vertues . Fortune is first and last , that ruines states . Fortune oft brings vs to misfortunes gate . Desert awaits , while fortune makes prouision , For fooles and dolts , and men of base condition . While worthiest fall , fortune doth worth-lesse raise . Fortune best shewes her-selfe in women kind . Fortune doth glorie in her chaunging mood . While grasse doth grow , the labouring Steed may starue , For fortune seld each wishers turne doth serue . On vertuous actions fortune hath no power . Fortune can neuer hurt a steadfast mind . Who farthest seemes , is to misfortune nighest . Similies on the same subiect . EVen as the racket takes the balls rebound , So doth good fortune catch ill fortunes proofe . As winds blow some men good , and other harme , So fortune friending some , on others frownes . As Archers alwayes cannot hit the white , So no man may of fortune alwaies boast . As glasses shew the figure of the face , So doe our fortunes best disclose our minds . As Hedge-hogs doe fore-see ensuing stormes , So wise men are for fortune still prepar'd . As haile hurts not the house , though makes a noise , So haps may daunt , but not dismay the mind . Examples likewise on the same . SCylla for multitude of high good haps , Would often say : That he was Fortunes child . Caesar said to the Pilot in a storme : Feare not , thou cariest Caesar and his fortune . Augustus wished Scipioes valiancie , And Pompeys loue , but Fortune like him-selfe . Paulus Aemilius greatly feared Fortune , Chiefly in those things which he held diuine . To him whose hope on fortune doth depend , Nothing can be assured , Tully saith . Pindarus said , the Romanes did rely Only on Fortune , as their patronesse . Of Fate , &c. Destinie , or the firme decree of Fate , Is sure to happen , be it soone or late . NO priuiledge can from the fates protect . The fates farre off sore-seene , come gently neere . Men are but men in ignorance of fate , To alter chaunce exceedeth humane state . Mens haps by heauen are fram'd preposterous . That yeelds to fate , which will not stoope ●o force . We often find the course of fatall things , Is best discern'd in states of ●ealmes and kings . No one can turne the streame of destinie . No man can shun what destinie ordaines . I● lye● not in our p●wer to loue or hate , For will in vs is ouer-rul'd by ●ate . There 's none by warning can auoid his fate . Ou● haps doe chaunge , as chaunces on the dyce . In vain● we ●ize that at so high a rate , Whose best assurance but depends on fate . What ●●te imposeth , we perforce must beare . All mens estates alike vnsteadfast are ▪ Things which presage both good and bad there be , Which fate fore-shewes , but will not let vs see . Our frailties doome is written in the flowers . Fate cannot be preuented , though fore-knowne . VValles may a while hold out an enemie , But neuer castle kept out destinie . Errours are neuer errours but by fate . No prouidence preuenteth destinie . Those fates that one while plague poore men with crosses , Another time prouide to mend their losses . The fairest things are subiect still to fate . No man is sure what finall fruits to reape . Men attribute their follies vnto fate , And lay on heauen the guilt of their owne crimes . What happens me this day , may you the next . He thriueth best that hath a blessed fate . Fatall is that ascent vnto a crowne , From whence men come not , but are hurled downe . What fate intends , follie cannot fore-stall . Whome fate casts downe , hardly againe recouers . The breach once made vpon a battered state , Downe goes distresse , no shelter shrouds their fate . Force cannot winne , what fate doth contradict . Men are but men , and may not know their lot . VVhen ●●en doe wish for death , fates haue no force , But they ( when men would liue ) haue no remorse . It fatall is to be seduc'd with shewes . To alter course , may bring men more astray . Similies on the same subiect . LIke as the day cannot preuent the night , So vaine it is against the fates to fight . As with the worst , fate spareth not the best , So faults are easier lookt in , than redrest . Euen as the starres and sands haue wondrous date , So are our liues subiect to nought but fate . As cities are o're-come by batterie , So all on earth must yeeld to destinie . As lookes of loue oft shadow inward hate , So times faire hope is shortned soone by fate . As flowers in morning fresh , oft fade ere night , So fate cuts off what goodliest seemes in sight . Examples likewise on the same . AS Bibulus in triumph rode through Rome , His fate was with a tyle-stone to be slaine . Aurelius sister , Lucia , by her needle But prickt her breast , and dyde immediatly . Cneius Rufferius , combing of his head , One of the teeth bereft him of his life . Methridates , suppos'd mens destinies Consisted in the power of hearbs and stones . Chilo of Lacedaemon did maintaine , That men might comprehend what was to come . Plato affirmed , That a good mans fate Neuer to euill could be destinate . Of the Mind . The Mind is that bright eye , which guides the soule And gouernes men in all their actions . THe mind is free , what euer man afflicts . Libertie is the minds best liuing fame . Hope of long life , is balefull to the mind . O're-many thoughts , maze-like the mind enclose Confusedly , till order them dispose . Patience doth giue a troubled heart delight . Patience is the true touch-stone of the mind . The griefes of troubled minds , exceed beliefe . When roomes of charge are giuen to minds of praise , Then maiestie doth shewe her brightest rayes . The gentle mind , by gentle deeds is knowne . The noblest mind , the best contentment hath . No deuilish thoughts dismay a constant mind . Fame , cherisher of honour-breathing hearts . Is valours friend , and nource of sacred Artes. By outward lookes , the mind is oft discern'd . The mind discernes , where eyes could neuer see . A yeelding mind doth argue cowardise . The action and affection of the heart , Two wayes whereby a christian playes his part . The vertuous mind beares patiently all wrongs . Ill may a sad mind forge a merrie face . The highest lookes haue not the highest minds . The carelesse man with vnaduised mind , Doth blindly follow euery puffe of wind . Free is the heart , the temple of the mind . Mens bodies may be ours , their minds their owne . The mind of man doth many times behold , That which fraile sight can neuer reach vnto . Great hearts will breake before they yeeld to bend . A priuat mind may yeeld , yet cares not how . Mans mind a mirrour is of heauenly sights : A briefe wherein all maruailes summed lye . No man can slay the mind resolu'd to die . Our seeming each man sees ; God knowes the heart . The mind a creature it , yet can create , And adde to natures patternes higher skill . None hath enough for euery greedie mind . Mens minds oft times are tainted by their eares . Bad mind , so much to mind anothers ill , At to become vnmindfull of his owne . Men haue rude ma●ble , women soft waxe minds . Theeues , cares , and troubled minds , are long awake . There 's none can tell the ease the mind doth gaine , VVhen eyes can weepe , heart groane , or griefe complaine . The mind corrupted , takes the worser part . A gentle mind will alwaies iudge the best . Oh what a balme is made to cheare the heart , If pearle and gold and spices beare a part ! Where minds are knit , what helps , if not enioyed ? What the tongue dares not , oft the mind doth say . The gentle mind doth plainly represent , The glorious splendour of the firmament . The mind stoopes to no dread , though flesh be fraile . Little perswasion mooues a wicked mind . It 's pittie gold should sunder vertuous minds . He doth but pine among his delicates , VVhose troubled mind is stuft with discontent . The heart oft suffers for the eyes offence . Much promiseth the mind , if fate as much . Great is the will , but greater farre the mind . In case of iarre , when as one man espyes Anothers mind li●e his , then ill breed● worse . Hire of a hireling mind , is earned shame . The guiltie mind hath neuer quiet li●e . The bodies rest , is quiet of the mind . Agrieued minds seldome weigh the intent , But alwaies iudge according to th' intent . The mind well bent , is safe from any harme . Cares cruell scourge doth greatly whip the mind . No plague is greater than the griefe of mind . The feeble mind through weaknesse coines new feares : VVhen stronger hearts their griefes more wisely beares . Ignorance is the deadly night of mind . Mens faces glister when their minds are blacke . The face is held the Herald of the mind . VVhereas the mind is willing and addict , Examples are more forcible and strict . The greatest minds doe aime at greatest things . Pithie demaunds are whetstones to the mind . The fairest face may haue the foulest mind . All impious minds , though their fore-casts be great , They cannot hide them from the greatest great . The minds old habit hardly will be chaung'd . Pure is the mind that neuer meant amisse . Where mind consents not , faults deserue excuse . When many tunes doe sweetly symphonize , It conquers hearts , and kindly them compounds . Dombe plaints in feeling minds , make greatest noise . The mind by wrong is made a male-content . Similies on the same subiect . AS Scales by poise are mounted vp and downe , So too and fro conceits doe vrge the mind . As tender trees bend euery way we please , So gentle minds are easily ouer-rul'd . As heauines fore-tels some harme at hand , So minds disturb'd , presage ensuing ills . As sickly bodies brooke not heat nor cold , So crazed minds dislike of euery thing . As working vessels are by vent kept sound , So troubled minds by conference find ease . As fennie grounds send forth vnsauorie sents , So bad minds bl●nder out distempered thoughts . Examples likewise on the same . SCeuola in the greatnesse of his mind , Entred Porsennaes Tent to murder him . Queene Tomiris to shew her dauntlesse mind , With Cyrus blood , reueng'd her deare sonnes death . Zenobia told Aurelian in the field , He was not able to subdue her mind . Lucius Dentatus , neuer matcht for mind , Came eighteene times a conquerour from field . Cicero saith , the goodnesse of the m●nd , Is most discern'd in pardoning iniuries . Socrates said , His quietnes in mind Was cause he neuer sickned till his death . Of Affection , &c. Affection , and sweet fancies secret fire , Kindle the coales , that quicken vp desire . WHere we affect , we seldome find defect . Of things vnknowne , we can haue no desire . Men ost affect them , that doe loue them least , And least doe loue them whome they should like best . That one desires , another doth disdaine . Affection by the countenance is descried . Full easily the fault may be redrest , Where kind affection onely hath transgrest . Kindly affection , youth to liue with youth . Truest affection doth no bounds retaine . Affection is a ●ierce , yet holy fire : Free of him-selfe , and chain'd to strong desire . Desire , with small encouraging growes bold . It 's easie to desire , but hard to chuse . Affections speech , that easily can dissolue , Doth moisten Flint , yet Steele in stiffe attire . The sea hath bounds , but deep desire hath none . In darkest nights , desire sees best of all . Sweet are the kisses , the embracements sweet , When like desires , with like affections meet . Affections slaue regards no oathes nor lawes . Luke-warme desires best fit with crazed loue . Affection is a coale that must be coold : Else suffered , it will set the heart on fire . Entire affection hateth nice coy hands . Affection will like fire , him-selfe betray . Affection faints not like a pale fac'd coward , But then wooes best , when most his choise is froward . The coales are quicke , where fancie blowes the fire . Desire can make a Doctor in a day . Where loue doth reigne , disturbing iealousie Doth call him ▪ selfe , affections Sentinell . Fauour and grace , are tearmed fancies fuell . An equall age doth equall like desires . Bad mens affections , turne to feare and hate : And hate , to daunger and deserued death . That 's hardly kept , which is desir'd of many . The most maid-seeming , is not without affection . That needs must issue to the full perfection , Hath grounded-being by the minds affection . There 's nothing can affections force controll . Drunken desire doth vomit his receit . Affections gawdie banner once displayed , The coward fights , and will not be dismayed . Things much restrain'd , make vs the more desire them . In meanest shewe , the most affection dwells . Small drops doe oft-times quench a mightie fire , But hugest Seas not qualifie desire . All qualifide affections loue doth hate . Beautie strikes fancie blind , vaine shewes deceiue . Sad per●ur●ations that affections guide , Should not giue iudgement , till their cause be tride . Desire is life of loue , and death of feare . Death is the finall end of all desires . Nothing can quench an infinite desire , Once kindled through the first conceiued fire . Sad sighes doe shew the heat of hearts desire . Desire controld , doth aggrauate desire . Desire being fierce , is spring of sighes and teares . Men once degenerate and growne deprest , Are pleasd to share affections with a beast . Desire doth spring from that we wish and want . Fancie is blind , deafe , and incredulous . Fancie is watchfull , and doth seldome sleepe . Fancie compeld , to Lute strings is compar'd , Which ouer stretcht , doe cracke before they sound . Lawfull desires , are honesties best notes . Affection's rest lesse , yet ( being perfect ) end-lesse . Delay is preiudiciall to desire . The greater part leane to example so , That what they fancie , they will s●ant forgoe . Fancies best cure , is mutuall affection . Fancie soone ●ires , but long before it quench . When loue leads lookes , no compasse keepes desire . A hot desire , on present heat doth dote : When cold repentance will it not fore-note . Low fortunes often times haue high desires . Like fortunes globe , euen so is fancies seat . Appetites flame , with wisdome best is quencht . There neuer did all circumstances meet , With those desires which were conceiu'd before . Affection brooketh no diuision . Sleepe hath no priuiledge ouer desire . Similies on the same subiect . AS poyson sweetly mixt is sooner ta'ne , So fancie close conceal'd , is soonest fier'd . As Chrysolites are prooued in the fire , So is affection in enforc'd restraint . As cities wanting Magistrates , decay : Euen so desire vngouern'd , hurts it selfe . As all the world were darke but for the Sunne , So life , but for affection , were vnsure . As steele brings fire from the hardest flint , So fancie mollisies the stearnest mind . As Almond trees in age doe beare most fruit , So yeares doth best approoue affections . Examples likewise on the same . ZAleucus to the Locrians made a law , To loose their eyes that sinn'd in foule desires . Appius was banished the cittie Rome , For leud affection to Virginia . Marke Anthonie disgrac'd his former fame , By not restraining his affections . King Alexander hated to the death In men or women loose and leud desires . Fancie ( saith Aristotle ) often makes A frenzie in their soules are led thereby . Desire ( saith Socrates ) no limits holds , And therefore hardly can be mastred . Of Disdaine , &c. Contempt and Scorne , are Wits infirmitie , Wherwith Disdaine and Scoffes keepe company . FLint , frost , disdaine ; weares , melts , and yeelds we see . Things long in getting , quickly are disdain'd . Present disdaine oft after-loue diuines Prayers preuaile not , where is coy disdaine ? Better to die a thousand deaths and more , Than liue contemn'd , that honour'd was before . Disdaine deliuers a depraued mind . Griefe often-times giues place to nice disdaine . Too much precisenesse sauours of selfe-loue . Gibing demaunds deserue scornefull replyes . Neither can wit or Art take any place , Where aduerse scorne , with feare , strikes boldnesse dead . Presumption giues no guerdon , but disdaine . Despised men on earth , must liue in heauen . There must be some contempt , ere plagues ensue . Disdaine attends where greatest honour haunts . In high disdaine , loue is a base desire : And Cupids flames doe seeme but watrie fire . Disdaine repines at all good things it sees . They others vertues scorne , that doubt their owne . Mocke none in need , beware thine owne mishap . Scoffes without feare , from foll●e doe proceed . The choice ●●hard , whe●e silence kills with griefe ▪ O● speech reapes no reward , but base contemp● . To mocke a friend , is held no manly part . Scorne can haue no reward , but like contempt . Ieasting is tollerable , but scorne most vile . Disdaine declares a proud presuming heart . Loues passions quenched by vnkind disdaine , Doth often times encrease the more desire . Scorning is artificiall iniurie . Who scorneth most , shall be but paid with scoffes . Scorne not thy wife , least scorn'd , she do thee s●athe . Better an open foe , than scornfull friend . Better be borne a foole , than wrong thy wit. No mocker , but at length did meet his match . Similies on the same subiect . AS hottest loue hath soonest cold disdaine , So greatest pleasures haue the greatest paine . As good and ill each other doe pu●●ue , So hate-full estimation scorne succeeds . As Adders keepe their venime in their tayles , So scoffers poyson lurketh in their tongues . As fairest beautie may deserue some blame , So wittiest scoffes prooue but ridiculous . As some things sweet in taste , are sowre going downe , So scoffes that like the eare , dislike the mind . As faire demeanour most commends a man , So scornes and scoffes as much dishonour him . Examples likewise on the same . CAligula did couet his owne ease , And yet disdain'd others should doe the like . Anthonie causde the head of Cicero In scorne , be set before him at his meat . Plato , Xenophon , and Demosthenes , Against each other were contemptuous . Geta and Antoninus , being brethren , Slew one the other through their priuat scorne . Among all perturbations , Tullie saith , Disdaine is most iniurious to it selfe . And Fabius Maximus holds like conceit , Affirming , nothing worser than contempt . Of Slaunder , &c. Slaunder and base Detraction , is the fruit Of deuilish hearts , and foule polluted soules . WHo liues , that standeth out of slaunders reach ? Detractions tongue , delights in ill reports . What likes not mallice , straight disprais'd must be , Slaunder is blind , and cannot vertue see , In slaundring speech , enu●e takes pleasure most . With spightfull tongue detract no honest mind . Doe what we will , we cannot s●ape the sting Of slaundrous tongues , that s●●li afresh doe spring . Take not away that thou canst not restore : Encrease not griefe , but rather sai●e the sore . Detracting speech , of heauen doth not smell , But rather stinking , like the p●t of hell . Leudnesse is still defam'd , and euer was . Bold slaunders tongue , time neuer can suppresse . Good words of all men gaineth laud and praise , Where slaunders are but counted cast-awayes . No secret's hid , where slaunder keepes the dor● Detraction will not spare Dianaes name . Detracting talke , Gods picture out doth race , And setteth vp the Deuils in the place . A free consent is priuiledg'd from blame . Slaunder can neuer iust deserts deface . The Bee hath honey , so he hath a sting : The one doth wound , more than the other heales . Against bad tongues , goodnes cannot defend he● . A sprightly wit disdaines detraction . Men hardly stop the infamie and noise , Of slaunders published by common voice . An vniust slaunder hath no recompence . Foule mouth'd detraction is his neighbours foe . Blame is esteem'd more blame-lesse generall , Than that which priuat errours doth pursue . Slanders call things in question , not approues them . A tale vn●ptly told , may be dep●au'd . An open slaunder , often times hath brought That to effect , which neuer else was thought . Flatterie , lyes , and slaunder , are sworne friends . Slaunder will wrong his friend behind his backe . Slaunder like enuies dogge , detects the dead . Slaunders like arrowes gainst a wall rebound , And soon'st of all the slaunderer doth wound . Slaunder being odious , so would others make . Slaunder may barke at truth , but cannot b●te . All itching eares doe swallow many wrongs . Who by his slaundring tongue his neighbour harmes , Doth wound his owne soule by his wicked words . Large slaunders are apparant signes of enuie . Slaunder offends the liuing , gnawes the dead . Patience is prooued by detraction . No bane to friendship , worse than slaunder is . Similies on the same subiect . AS Rats and Myce doe feed vpon our meat , So slaunderers feed on flesh of other men . As diuers meats doe hurt digestion , So changeable reports begetteth slaunder . As Princes armes reach very farre in length , So slaunder stretcheth vnto following times . As deepe incisions are for festred sores , So mightie meanes must cure vp slaunders wounds . As vultures prey vpon dead carion , So slaunderers feed vpon mens liuing names . As Somners liue by peoples daily sinnes , So slaunders liue by killing mens good fame . Examples likewise on the same . NArsetes that renowmed Generall , By slaunders was dismissed from his charge . When Scipio was by slaunder highly wrong'd , His discreet answere soone acquited him . Calisthenes , Parmenio , and Philotae● . By slaundrous accusations lost their liues . Augustus pardon'd one that would haue slaine him , But banisht him that falsely slaundred him . Diogenes affirmed , the slaunderer Was worse than any wild or furious beast . Seneca saith , O● theeues men may beware , But hardly shall they scape the slaunderer . Of the Tongue , &c. The tongue is tell-tale of the priuat thoughts , And words oft times doe ouer-reach the wise . WOrds are but wind , they bid , but doe not buy . The greatest words , oft times haue weakest deeds . Deepe sounds make lesser noise than shallow foords : And sorrow ebbes , being blowne with wind of words . Imperious tongues doe scorne to vse entreats . The vulgar tongue prooueth vnpartiall still . Few words doe euer ●it a trespasse ●est , Where no excuse can giue the fault amends . A soft slow tongue , true marke of modestie . The least discourse is commonly most stout . Presumption 's euer fullest of deceits , And many times proud words haue poore effects . Words are but shadowes of a further smart . Things being twise told , the vulgar not allow . The further men doe speake of things well done , They haue more mouthes , but not more merit wonne . Not words , but deeds are still respected most . No charming words by dead tongues vttered are . Of others faults what need we babble so , When we our selues haue vices many moe ? Few words will serue a righteous cause to plead . Great power haue pleasing words , and mickle might . Faire pleasing words are like to Magiq●e Art , That doth the charmed snake in slumber lay . With words and gifts , it 's easie to attempt . Speech doth preuaile , where weapons cannot win . He that no more must speake , is listned more , Than they whome youth and ease hath taught to glose . By good perswasion , what cannot be done ? Curses , are but vaine breathings in the aire . Curses resemble arrowes shot vpright , Which falling downe , light on the shooters head . The tongues of dying men enforce attention , The hearts aboundance issues from the tongue . Still easie yeelding zeale is quickly caught , With what the mouth of grauitie hath taught . Foule paiment for faire words is more than needs . The tongues mis-vse oft breeds the bodies smart . Sorrow makes silence her best Oratour , Where words may make it lesse , not shew it more . In poore mens words , the rich haue small delight . Report can make a substance of a shade . Follie doth guide the tongue that vainly speakes , And vaine is that which modest measure breakes . In many words must needs be much amisse . Mens thoughts and words nothing so opposite . Few words among the wise haue greater grace , Than long Orations with vnskilfulnes . Words are the shadowes of our daily workes . Superfluous speech doth much disgrace a man. Griefe sometimes doth distressed minds so wreake , That heart neere bursteth ere the tongue can speake . The tongue gads many times before the wit. Much babling doth bewray great impudence . Words are but fruitlesse that infect the eare , Without some sweet impression of the mind . Wine often-times is cause of many words . The fewer words , the more discretion . That man may worthily be said to do●e , That trusts faire words , and solles his goods for smoke . When swords haue pleaded , words doe come too late . The lesse men speake , the more they meditate . Bargaines made by constraint , may well be broken : And words by force compeld , as well vnspoken . By the hearts thoughts , the tongue is carried . Few words well coucht , doe most content the wise . Reports in Co●●●s are held both night and day , As common guests , and seldome pa●t away . Seld speaketh loue , but sighes his secret paines . Of whome the tongue talkes much , the heart thinkes more . Better by speaking little , make a s●arre , Than by much babling cause a wide deepe wound . Report hath oft a blister on her tongue . The sweetest words may come from sowrest hearts . The words that sound the sweetest in the eare , Are not the wholso●●'st alwaies to the heart . In many words is couched most mistrust . Who fights with words , doth soonest wound himselfe . Many repent the words that they haue spoke , But neuer any , that they held their peace . The coldest words , oft cooles the hottest throat . Workes , and not words , doe most commend a man. Spend stripes on him , whome words may not retaine : Yet spend to mend by strokes , but not to maime . From fewest words may great effects ensue . Silence hath seldome yet made any sad . Whereas desire doth vrge the tongue to speake , Somwhat must out , or else the heart will breake . The tongue is call'd , the gate of life and death . Who speakes with heed , may boldly say his mind . The man whose tongue before his wit doth run , Oft speakes too soone , and rues when he hath done . A word once past , can be recalde no more . Better be silent , than in vaine to speake . As good be dombe , as speake and not be heard . Similies on the same subiect . AS one sparke may procure a mightie fire , So one ill tongue may cause great enmitie . As riuers are bound in with bankes for ouer-flowing , So reason should restraine too lauish talking . As gold boiles best when it doth bubble least , So mild deliuerance sweetens best our words . As silence is a gift deuoid of feare , So talking is a thing to vrge suspect . As he beares miserie best that hides it most , So he declares least wit that prateth most . As we must giue account for idle silence , So much more must we for our fruitlesse talke . Examples likewise on the same . POmpey let burne his finger in the fire , Rather than he would be too free of tongue . V●ysse● in his you●h refrain'd from speech , Because in yeares he would direct his tongue . Great Alexander , gaue Cherillus coine To hold his peace , and to forbeare to write . Antig●nus this lesson taught his sonne , First to learne silence , then to practise speech . Ze●o repr●oued one that prated much , And said , his eares were founded on his tongue ▪ The to●gue ( saith Aristotle ) blabs the mind , And fooles or wise men soone thereby we find . Of Flatterie , &c. Flatterie , is friendships vtter ouerthrow , The wracke of States , and honest natures foe . THe greenest hearb , oft hides the foulest toad . The stillest water hath the deepest channell . It 's better to be blamed by a friend , Than to be kissed of a flatterer . Soothing g●ts friends , but truth doth purchase hate . A seeming friend , is a deceitfull bogge . Flatterie suruiues not at the dead mans dore , Liue men haue eares , when tombes are deafe and poore . Of false dissembling , foulie must be fall . The best dissembler , hath the brauest wit. It is esteem'd no certaine way to thriue , To praise the dead , but flattering men aliue . Dissembled holinesse , is double crime . Faire feigned tales conuey foule things from sight . Dissembling sometimes may attaine to saue Mens liues , their ●ame , their goods , and all they haue . Chuse few friends , trie them , flatterers speake faire . Men strew sweet flowers to hide the deepest snares . Mens pleas in loue , like painters pensils are , Which figure shadowes , and the substance leaue . Faire outward shewes prooue inwardly the worst . Loue looketh faire , when hap is most accurst . The badge of hypocrites is noted still , By alwayes speaking well , yet doing ill . Flatterie doth verie seldome want rewards . To flatter wise men , shewes discretions want . When greatest braues are brought to trials proofe , The boasters are content to stand aloofe . Flatterers r●spect their owne good , no mans else . Better a wretch , than a dissembler . False flatterers are worse than greedie crowes : The one de●oure● aliue , the other dead . Plaine , and not honest , is too ha●sh a style . Men still doe foullest , when they fairest speake . Fond Physiognomies complexion , Guides not the inward disposition . Better offend with truth , than flattering praise . Flatterers are nought else but trencher flyes . True loue 's a Saint , so shall ye true loue know , False loue 's a S●ithian , yet a Saint in show . Flatterie i● the nource of wickednesse . Dissembling weares a cloake , truth naked goes . The smoothest lookes , doe soon'st of all beguile , And oft are clokes to cogitations vile . Womens dissembling hardly can be matcht . A foe is better than a dissembling friend . Similies on the same subiect . AS vultures sleepe not where they find no prey , So flatterers haunt not but where profit growes . As vermine bre●d in places of most warmth , So flatterers cling where best they find reliefe . As Pilgrims creepe not but where is some crosse , So slye dissemblers crouch not but for gaine . As ●othes the finest garments doe consume , So flatterers feed vpon the frankest hearts . As Panthers haue sweet sents , but rauenous minds , So flatterers haue smooth lookes , but killing hea●●s . As straightest trees haue still the crookedst roots , So all dissemblers haue the craftiest trickes . Examples likewise on the same . THe Emperour Sigismond strooke a flatterer , And said : He bit worse than a Scorpion . Augustus so detested flatterie , He could not bide his seruants kneele to him . Tyberius seruants might not call him Lord , Because he said , therein they flatter'd him . Clisiphus was call'd Philips counterfeit , Because like him he fashion'd all he did . Phocion said to king Antipater , He could not be his friend and flatterer . Wise men ( saith Bias ) make not all their friends , But haue a speciall eye to flatterers . Of good Deeds , &c. Good Deeds confound all bad , suppresse offence : Correcting faults with loue and patience . THat is a good deed which preuents the bad . Good vowes are neuer broken by good deeds . He that sets downe what gifts in goodnes lurke , Shall breath him twise , before he end his worke . In persons full of note , good deeds are done . Vowes are but seeds , and good deeds are the fruits . Good turnes ought not be held a seruile bond , To bind their doers to receiue their meed . That which doth good , disgraceth no degre● . We haue no good , that we can say is ours . Of passed good to make a new discourse , By double vsurie doth twise renew it . Good lampes will shine till all their oyle be gone . Each goodly thing is hardest to begin . When as the doing good , is only thought Worthy reward , who will be bad for nought ? Raise not the bad , to make the good complaine . No good at all , with doing ill , is wonne . Let vs not thinke , that that our good can frame , Which ruin'd hath the Authors of the same . They are too blame , which deeds well done wil wrest . Good deeds , the cruelt'st heart to kindnesse brings . Good done to any , doth impression strike Of ioy and loue , in all that are alike . Good deeds , are famishment vnto the deuill . The end is crowne of euery worke well done . Good still is best when it is soonest wrought , For lingring-fauour euer comes to nought . The way to good , is neuer learn'd too late . Faults should be measur'd by intent , not deed . Nothing so good , but may through guiltie shame , Be much corrupt , and wrested to great blame . Ig●orant faults craue pardon still by course . Fa●●ts done , may be repented , not reclaim'd . He that will purchase things of greatest price , Must conquer by his deeds , and not by words . Faults vncommitted , challenge no repent . Many deserts , may lessen slender faults . Vniust offences daunger scape a time , But yet at length reuenge doth pay them home . Faults oft are measur'd by their secr●cie . An error past , is likewise past recalling . There 's nought so vile that on the earth doth liue , But to the earth some speciall good doth giue . Good is the end that cannot be amended . Where good is found , we should not quit with ill . There 's nought so good , but strain'd from that faire vse : Reuolts to vice , and stumbles on abuse . Gold and base mould , no difference but by vse . Better to heare than doe what is not well . For ones offence , why should a number fall , Or priuas sinne be plagu'd in generall ? Seldome but some good commeth ere the end . Gay without good , is good hearts greatest loathing . Forraine defects giuing home faults the way , Make many times bad actions well succeed . Still the directest courses best succeed . Vertue conducteth to all things are good . First weigh the qualitie of each offence , And thereunto apply the punishment . What one thinkes good , another counts as vaine . The highest iudger quickely can ●spie , If faults or fraud doe vnder couert lye . Wisdome directs to know the good from bad . As oft as we doe good , wee sacrifice . The more ●ur grace and goodnesse doth encrease , The more our soules prepare them selues to God. Truth is the guide to all good actions . Neuer repent thee of thy well-done deeds . The goodnesse that proceeds from ignorance , I● like the hearbs that on a dunghill growes . Good men doe still delight in doing good . Good deeds doe shew the fruits of zealous faith . Similies on the same subiect . AS hardest stones are pier●'d with softest drops , So vertuous deads reforme the loosest minds . As ●ond behauiour most displaies a foole , So honest deeds declare an honest heart . As falling starres are soone extinguished , So slight offences craue quicke pardoning . As sullein lookes bewrayes reuenge-full thoughts , So mild aspect declares a gentle heart . As golden bridles better not a horse , So words without good deeds , shew not a man. As bankets haue no grace , where wanteth guests , So words are litle worth , where deeds come short . Examples likewise on the same . TRaiane reproou'd for listning poore mens wrongs , Said : None should hindet him from doing good . The Emperour Au●elian had great care , Least malice should obscure his well done deeds . Philip did thanke the woman for her checke , And said : Still c●ide me when I doe not well . Augustus left his friend to iudgements triall , For hindring law ( quoth he ) becomes no king . Cleon being call'd to deale in state affaires , Fore-warn'd his friends be carefull of their deeds . Reward the good ( saith Solon ) for their doing good , Aud punish them delight in wicked deeds . Of euill Deeds , &c. Euill deeds and wicked , come from vicious minds : And here , or some-where els , due vengeance finds . EXtreamest ills , some time a ioy possesse . Ill hardly set on , is as hard got out . Those things which we deeme good , oft prooue but ill . Counsell that comes when ill hath done his worst , Blesseth our ill , but makes our good accurst . To put backe ill , our good we must forbeare . Euill tidings still doe faster flye than good . Our greatest ills , we most of all mistiust . A guiltie conscience , vrged with the thought Of former ill done deeds , not easily erres . Euils vnto euils , still conducters are . Ill comes too soone , repentance oft too late . Ill newes hath wings , and with the wind doth ●●ye . In the first rising , seeke to stifle ill , Least it get head , and grow against thy will. That daye 's ne're ill , that brings a pleasing night Worse than the worst of euils , are wicked thoughts . No blush can paint the shame is due to ill . The apprehension of what e're is good , Giues but the greater feeling to the worse . All wicked deeds doe wrathfull doomes procure . In euills , counsell is the comfort chiefe . Many times good doth grow by euils proofe . By euill courses may be vnderstood , That their euents can neuer fall out good . When ill is hapt , teares but encrease the ill . Ill by example often gaineth good . It 's double griefe to see a helplesse ill . Great men that will haue lesse doe for them still , Must beare them out , although their deeds be ill . Good heart in ill , doth much the ill amend . It 's better to reforme , than cut off ill . The wor●er deed , the doer likes for best . Neuer was man so euill , did or thought , But would pretend some good cause , though starke naught . Good words doe often couer ill pretence . One day doth wreake the ill that many wrought . Mischiefe oft falls vpon the meaners head . An euill deed ●one by authoritie , Is mightie sinne and subornation . The good compar'd with bad is soonest seene . Who will not stoope to good , must yeeld to ill . Mischiefe doth euer ouer-match the bad . The wicked cannot sleepe or take their rest , Till they be pleased with some ill done deed . Mischiefe is light , and mounteth ouer head . Old mischiefes oft doe set new ills abroach . Ill president , the tyde that wa●tes to vice . A minute spent in good , seemes long loath'd day , But nights of ill like moments slip away . The more ill threats vs , we suspect the lesse . To harme , there alwaies needs but little helpe . Euill ensueth of each wrong intent . With vniust men to stand debating lawes , Is to giue power to hurt a rightfull cause . Constrained ill must needs be suffered . We see the good , but yet we chuse the ill . Oft that is vile , shewes like a vertuous deed . Nothing the world with greater harme doth fill , Than want of feeling one anothers ill . Mens faults doe seldome to them-selues appeare . Men smoother partially their owne misdeeds . Faults still against them-selues giue euidence . When better choices are not to be had , We needs must take the seeming best of bad . The euill doth alwaies argue the offence . One bad done deed , may worke to many ill . Euill seeming good , is most pernicious . Those euils where to a man by loue is driuen , So much the rather ought to be forgiuen . Things badly got , can haue but bad successe . Custome confirmes , and makes ill in perfection . Nothing is euill , that is necessarie . Too small a sacrifice for mischiefes done Is one mans breath , that thousands did defeat . Mischiefe is no meet way to seeke redresse . Mischiefe is oft thought good by speeding ill . A bad beginning makes a wor●er end . Ill some-times is the cause of good successe , And wicked meanings turne to happinesse . One mischiefes Sunne , thawes not anothers Ice . The sight of euill sets out goodnesse best . Euill dessignes haue euill accidents . All such as are the ministers of ill , The gallowes eates , or fatall sword doth kill . Similies on the same subiect . AS Fowlers by their craft beguile the birds , So wicked deeds corrupt plaine meaning minds . As serpents food is onely on the earth , So wicked mens delights , is ill done deeds . As sheep-cloath'd Wolues do alwaies greatest spoile , So painted deeds doe most of all deceiue . As Circes witch-craft chaunged men to beasts , So wicked deeds makes seeming men bruit beasts . As braunches prosper not cut from the tree , So all is vaine that swerues from honest course . As little sparkes of ●ire procure great harme , So least ill deeds doe hardly find amends . Examples likewise on the same . PEricles said , th' Athenians loued him , Because they neuer could detect his deeds . Demetrius lost all his followers , Because he had no care of doing ill . Pyrrhus desired to be smit with death , When he did ought that ill beseem'd a King. Seuerus caus'd his man be smoakt to death , Because his deeds should not dishonour him . Men to doe ill , or iniurie each other , Is no meane eye-sore , Tullie doth affirme . No man ( saith Socrates ) should deale vniustly In any matter , be it ne're so small . Of Thoughts . Thoughts are the flowring blossoms of the mind , And words , the daily fruits of our desires . CLose thoughts stands free from sword or violence . No kings commaund could euer hinder thought . What thought can thinke , another thought can mend A secret shame in euery thought will smother . Where feares doe Candie-thoughts with Icie-cold , Heat stirres the tongue to daungers manifold . Thoughts are but dreames , till their effects be tryed . Vnstained thoughts doe seldome dreame of ill . A fault vnknowne , is as a thought vnacted . Preuention speaketh all , but what he thinkes . That which the thought would by the tongue digest , The eare conuayes it backe into the breast . The thoughts of men are fed with expectations . All wishing thoughts sprout forth by quicke desire . Citties doe bastardize the brauest thoughts . It 's very hard , imprisoned thoughts to bale . Pure thoughts doe alwayes sleepe secure and still , While lust and murder wakes to staine and kill . Thoughts oft times force a lingring life to pine . Hope strengthened , addes much matter to each thought . All womens tongues and thoughts seldome agreee . How poore soeuer , thought is rich enough . If springing thoughts be any iot diminisht , They wither in their prime , and prooue nought worth . The heart hath but one string , yet many thoughts . All earthly thoughts are subiect to annoy . Vnreuerend thoughts gainst kings , are treacherie . Vnmeasur'd thoughts , by fortune are cut short . Nothing doth sooner dry vp beauties blood , Than sullein thoughts , though it be ne're so fresh . Oft princes thoughts are tyed to beauties wings . All wicked thoughts haue still a wicked end . Sweet is the thought , where hope perswadeth hap . Sweet are the thoughts that neuer found amisle . Nothing doth sooner shorten life of man , Than vaine deluding hopes , and idle thoughts . Deare is the thought whereby discretion liues . Thoughts prosper not , where feare doth perish them . No witnesse needeth for a guiltie thought . The meanest man , will yet in thought aspire . Our narrow-eyes thoughts oft times looke more direct ▪ Than our loose wisdomes , borne with wild neglect . All leaden thoughts , than earth no higher flyes . Full many signes bewrayes our secret thoughts . Thoughts often-times doe shroud vs in the earth . To muse and meditate , is learnings life . By common cariage of the outward parts , The secret thoughts are seene of many hearts . Cartie thy thoughts in silence sealed vp . Sweet are the thoughts of pleasures we haue tryed . Thoughts are not seene , yet lookes bewray the mind . Similies on the same subiect . AS white and blacke are contrarie in sight , So words and thoughts are very different . As fire and water neuer can agree , Euen so mens words and thoughts doe disagree . As courtiers cloakes are shifted very oft , So are our thoughts neuer at certaine stay . As light is welcome to perplexed minds , So merrie thoughts doe banish sadnesse best . As euery tree hath his peculiar fruit , So euery man hath his owne priuat thought . As merrie hosts care not for frowning guests , So pleasant minds can brooke no pensiue thoughts . Examples likewise on the same . CAesar did neuer feare a merrie looke . But doubted sad men to haue wicked thoughts . The Spartanes carried commendation , Because they scorn'd to beare iniurious thoughts . Puluillus being told , his sonne was dead , Made answere : Therefore he would take no thought . When Scipio read the bookes of Xenophon , He said : They counsail'd him from taking thought . Thoughts doe afflict the mind , saith Cicer● , And makes it subiect to no certaintie . Saith Aristotle , They need Physicke most , That doe deuoure their health by fretfull thoughts . Of Teares , &c. Teares are best friends to solitarie minds : And mourning is a foe to company . WEeping auailes not , where laments are scorn'd . Our teares oft times draw teares from others eies . Great losses , greatly are to be bemoan'd . Teares tye the tongue of an accusers grudge , And softs the rigour of the stearnest iudge . No griefe like that , to mourne and be despis'd . A troubled soule in teares her comfort seekes . Well mourning garments fit a mourning mind . Teares are dumbe Oratours , and wanting speech , Perswade some-time more than the tongue can doe . Teares are the most effectuall ●hetoricke ▪ Teares are the treasure of a griefe-gald heart . Griefe tyes the tongue , and sorrow stoppeth teares . Teares must not be as torments , but at markes To shew the loue we beare vnto our friend . Teares will appease , where trespasse hath incenst . Repentant teares doth quench Gods kindled ire . Teares sh●d in time , doth winne a blisse-full houre . Our teares must be as drops of vitall blood , Not feigned , but deriued from the heart . The heart may weepe , although the eyes be drie . Partners in loue , are partners in laments . Eyes are first causers of the hearts lamenting . Musicke can hardly solace humane eares , When strings are broke , and eyes are drown'd in teares , Soft teares make batterie in the hardest heart . Teares deem'd but silent , are as loud as thunder . Teares are swift postes to certifie our griefes . They seldome doe respect poore beggers teares , That may haue musique to delight their eares . Teares are as nourishment to godly soules . Weeping is ioy to well-affected minds . Our eyes must not be drowned , nor yet dry . To weepe for losse , or worldly dignitie And not for sinne , is meere hypocrisie . Teares kindle loue , and qualifie displeasure . The deepest cares , breake neuer into teares . Teares ill becomes the Iudge that first condemnes . To weepe alone , is thought an yrkesome sore : Yet companie disturbeth some , much more . Venus smiles seldome in a house of teares . It 's better wake and weepe , than sleepe and ioy . Teares ease the mind , though else doe small auaile . Drops pierce the flint , not by their force or strength , But by oft falling weares it out at length . Teares shed for vertues sake , are blessed teares . Teares worke no ruth , but where the heart is tender . Teares are the riches of a sighing soule . Griefe-broken hearts doe liue with teares in eyes , And dy● with mirth , appearing in their lookes . Griefe till all ends , hath neuer perfect ending . Sighes vsually proceed from griefe and smart . Teares doe but blind the eyes , as clouds the aire . The rich man doth reuenge him-selfe by armes , But poore men haue no other helpe than teares . Whose griefes are great , haue need of quickest cure . Teares cannot change what God hath fore-decreed . Teares do want eies which should giue tears to weep . Teares are no remedies for sad distresse : Neither can present plaints ease passed harmes . Hearts true contrition , is soules blisse beginner . Teares are the badges of true penitence . Similies on the same subiect . AS some men weepe that are not rightly sad . So many smile that are not rightly glad . As trees by nature bringeth forth their fruit , So sorrow doth by custome shed ●ad teares . As thunder alwayes is not quencht with raine , So griefe not euer is appea●d with teares . As too much boldnesse is in women bad , So fits it not in men to be too ●ad . As showres of raine doe cause the earths encrease , So streames of teares doe giue the soule true peac● . As weeping Oliue trees most fruitfull are , So mourning minds doe soonest kill despaire . Examples likewise on the same . BRaue Coriolanus being banisht Rome , ●oucht with his fault , went forth , and dide in teares . The Romane matrons for old Brutus death , For one whole yere did nothing else but mourne . The wife of Lepidus , her misbehauiour , In teares and anguish did abridge his daies . Crassus was neuer seene in all his life But once to smile ; but many times to mourne . Sen●e● saith , That mightie men by power Reuenge themselues ; the weaker , by their teares . The broken heart ( saith Tullie ) hath moist eyes , When often-times it faignes forth merrie lookes . Of Humilitie , &c. Humilitie , is lowlinesse of mind , The onely way , the seat of blisse to find . HVmilitie lookes lowly on the ground . Humilitie , her friends with kindnesse feeds . The lowly dales enuie not highest hills . Humilitie , to heauen , the steppe , the staire , Is by deuotion , heartie griefe , and prayer . The lowly mind doth highest gifts adorne . Meeknesse of heart is glorie to man-kind . Humilitie admires his paine with ioy . The kindly dew drops from the higher tree , And wets the little plants that lowly dwell . The Cedar yeeldeth to the Axes edge . Better sit still , than rise , and after fall . The shrub is safe , when the tall Cedar shakes , H● that high growth on Cedars did bestow , Gaue likewise lowly Mushromes leaue to grow . Humble and meeke , becomes both young and old . Gray hath lesse griefe , than costly silken ●utes . Humilitie walkes lowly on the earth , Assur'd of certaine dignitie in heauen . The lowest shrubs doe feele the fewest stormes ▪ The minds submission pulls downe loftie lookes . When as the Eagle meanes his highest flight , He makes his mounting in the lowest dale . Great floods doe often rise from humble streames ▪ Content below , ne're climbes to seeke aloft . The cottage seated in the lowly dale , Is more secure than highest soueraigntie . Humilitie , the ●oules chiefe beautie is . Humilitie doth anger soone asswage . A lowly life that feares no suddaine losse , Is still content , how-euer things goes crosse . An humble mind sauours of pietie . True humblenes doth all mens vertues praise . A mind that feares no fall , nor craues no crowne , Is in the rightest way to true renowme . Religions chiefe precept , is humblenes . Happie that man , who is in honour humble . Where humble thoughts doe to the heauens aspire , There is no place for any proud desire . The minds best armour , is humilitie . Lowlinesse is the perfect path to honour . Humilitie hath brought those things to passe , Which reason , nor no vertue else could doe . Pride wageth warre against humilitie . By lowlinesse , is true discretion wonne . Proud minds can hardly learne humilitie . Humilitie augments beneuolence , Supporteth truth , and keepes a kingdome safe . Humilitie reuiues dead charitie . The face doth soone expresse an humble mind . Truth soone appeares to humble minded men . The noble Lyon neuer slayes the least , But alwayes preyes vpon the proudest beast . Humilitie rules all the minds affects . No way to heauen , but by humilitie . Humilitie winnes immortalitie . Humilitie with perfect grace stands fast , When all things else are vanished and past . Breake not a bending reed , spare the submisse . Earth vessels , with the brazen may not striue . Similies on the same subiect . AS lowlinesse of heart brings downe heauens grace , So humble words can proudest tearmes deface . As salt doth season euery kind of meat , So lowlinesse doth shew all vertues best . As vallies sertilnesse the hills exceeds , So humble lowlinesse shewes fairest deeds . As wine in lowest vaults is best preseru'd , So grace in humble minds is best discern'd . As proud presumption seekes his owne decay , So lowlinesse to blisse directs the way . As ignorance most scorneth to be taught , So humblenesse desireth still to learne . Examples likewise on the same . PHilip for humblenes of mind was praisd , Beyond all princes of the Macedons . Antigon●●s with great humilitie , Bare off the ●launders of his enemies . Scipio , in all his fottunes neuer sweru'd , From patient sufferance , and humilitie . Pericles most of all defam'd him-selfe , By making scorne of true humilitie . Tullie affirmes , all vertues what-soe're , Are soonest learned by humilitie . Plato calls lowlinesse , the soules defence , And onely shield against extremities . Of Authoritie , &c. Authoritie , proud pompe , and worldly power , Makes monarchs but as marks , whē fate doth lower . AVthoritie makes many m●n seuere . Death giues no thanks , but checks authority . It is in vaine , and fondly we resist , Against proud might , that can doe what it list ▪ A lawfull title counter-checks proud might . The greatest oft may need a weaker helpe . Little auailes a lawlesse vsurpation , Which gaines ascepter , but not rules a nation . Might wanting measure , prooueth surquedrie . Nothing ●o ●●l● as w●ong , being arm'd with right . Might is reputed absolute alone , When of two powers there 's true coniunction . Some lea●●e to rule , while others learne to liue . They th●● stand high , haue many blasts to shake them Vain● is the vaunt , and vi●●orie vmust , Th●t more to might , than ●ightfull cause doth trust . When great leaues ●all , then winter is at hand . Needs must we doe , what might will force vs doe . The ●●er-spreading pompe of greatest might , Will darken weaknesse , and debase his sight . What mightie men misdoe , they cannot mend . Deepe are the blowes made with a mightie Ax● . More than enough he finds , that finds his might , Hath force to make all that he will haue , right . The more , the migh●ier , if they gree in one . Arme not vnskilfulnes with mightie power . He , who his ow●e cause makes , doth still deuise , To make too ●●●ch ▪ to haue is more than sure . Great is the daunger of vnmastred might . Too many great , one kingdome cannot hold . Where power hath decreed ●o find offence , Th● cause is better still , than the defence . Might makes a title , where he hath no right . M●n count that wrong , is compassed by might . He onely tr●●ds the sure and perfect path To greatnesse , who loue and opinion hath . Vncertaine power , cannot it selfe retaine . Custome hath power to kill with weakest might . Who falls bu●●ow , may quickely rise againe : Who falls ●rom h●ight , is mercilessely slaine . Loue is not alwa●es dign●●ies companion . The tallest trees are shaken most with winds . When one selfe-power is common made to two , Their duties they nor suffer ▪ nor will doe . Preferment is the first step to disquiet . In equall play-fellowes , no perill lyes . The man that giues a weapon to his stronger , Is like himselfe to carrie rule no longer . Ech little spot , appeares most in the face . Great might is like a fortified tower . No man can manage great affaires of state , And yet content a wayward multitude . Where many lead , they lead to many blowes . Let Gods with Gods , and men with men contend . What ere he be , with his superiour playes , Stands in the mouth of daunger many wayes . He hardly will entreat , that may commaund . All dignitie on tickle stayes doth stand . With mightie men 't is better ceasing strife , Than an vnequall quarrell to maintaine . There is no hell , like to declining pompe . He sits not safest , that is mounted high . In high degree small faul●s are quickely spyde , But low estate a many errours hyde . No high estate can yeeld a quiet life . The power of vertue euer-more preuailes . What though our sinnes goe braue and better clad ? They are in ragges as base and all as bad . Might breakes the law the sacred Senat makes . The more our greatnesse , makes our faul●s the more . Similies on the same subiect . AS in fine cloth the brightest staines we see , So faults are most discern'd in high degree . As ●●stie cl●mbers oft catch suddaine falls , So might mis-vsde , doth kindle nought but braules . A● he that stands on high , stands still in feare , So they that manage states , doe want no care . As Rasors are not fit for childrens hands , So fooles no way beseeme authoritie . As presidents are aptest meanes for youth , So rulers goodnesse giues example best . As the great Elme supports the spreading vine , So might ought still support humilitie . Examples hereof are generally through the booke : as in Kings , Princes , Kingdomes , Magistrates , &c. and therefore no need of other collections . Of Courage , &c. Courage , is foe to faint-heart cowardise : And man-hood , teacheth valour to be wise . COurage emboldneth wit , wit courage armes . Without experience , valour wants his armes . Daunger and feare , like cowards turnes aside , Wh●n man-hood is by resolution tryde . Skill valour guides , and valour armeth skill . Who hopes a conquest , leaues no means vnsought . The inward thoughts , that haughtie courage bear●s , Gri●ucs mo●● at words , than deaths pale-faced f●ar●s . Courage , with cowardise will not be matcht . The valiant man , doth most in warre delight . Seldome shall any liuing creature se● , That courtesie and manhood disagree . The coward seekes to liue at home in ease . Valour is neuer knowne till it be tryed . They that attempt high da●ngers ●uident , Vpon no reason , are not valiant . Actions doe kill imaginations sway . Vnequall warres , t'vnequall shame is sold. The man that dares , not caring how he dar●s ▪ Sells vertues name , to purchase foolish skarres . Rebellious natures must be roughly vs'd . Repining courage yeelds no foe a foot . Cowards doe onely wish and call for death , While valiant hearts in silence banish breath . Vaine words cannot bewitch a valiant mind . Measure not manhood by the outward shewe ▪ The noble courage neuer weeneth ought , That may vnworthie of it selfe be thought . Chaffer no words , high courage to prouoke . Courage may lend a cloake to cowardise . Nothing the praise of manhood more doth marre Than foule reuenge , and base contentious iarre . Action , is fierie valours soueraigne good . True valour lodgeth in the lowliest hearts . High courage with true wisdome alwayes backe ▪ Winnes perfect fame , and shunneth each mishap . Weakenesse is false , and faith in cowards rare . Glori● doth follow , courage goes before . The man that couples courage with desire , Runnes freely through his daunger , and preuailes . True valour aimes at honour euermore . A cowards heart keepes words and deeds asunder . A iewell in a ten-times bard-vp chest , I● a bold spirit in a loyall breast . Courage and industri● can neuer want . In conquering will , true courage most is shewen . In vain● hee seeketh others to suppresse , Who hath not learn'd first to subdue him-selfe . All strength is fraile , and full of ficklenesse . No fortunes frowne can daunt true valors heart . Beggers ( but ●eigning brauerie ) are the proudest : And cowards ( bragging boldnesse ) wrangle loudest . A valiant mind disdaines to hide his head . It 's cowardise , vnworthie wrongs to beare . Where wronged valour reign●s , it 's hard to find Such pittis , as may honours pride controll . True valour , feeles nor griefe nor miserie . Resolute courage , makes loue fortunate . Cowards in p●ace doe dread the weapons sight . But vrg'd by need , will venture then the pikes ▪ Courage to die , exceeds a captiu'd life . Courage despiseth dread , and conquers death . Similies on the same subiect . AS courage addeth wings to braue desire , So bloodie shewes doth quench incensedire . As it is valour to be conquerour , So wisdome maketh vse of victorie . As courage keepes the mind from base assaults , So cowardise infects it with all faults . As courage is esteem'd a wise mans coat , So cowardise is follies cognisance . As Faulconers doe in Faulcons most delight , So mightie men reioyceth in their might . Examples likewise on the same . THe Roman● Sergius , loosing his right hand , Slew with his left hand , foure in single fight . Scaeuola entred king Porsennaes Tent , Either to kill him , or be slaine by him . Agis disswaded from the fight , replyed : No man wonne shame , that with true courage dyde . Stout Al●ibiades cheerd vp his followers , By his couragious lead●ng them to field . Courage , saith Seneca , is of such power , As it can conquer any miserie . Plato saith , Courage eleuates the mind , To all things that are laudable and iust . Of Pleasure , &c. Pleasure and sweet Delights , doe much beguile : Expecting ioy , griefe happens oft meane-while . PLeasures are poore , and our delights soone dye . Where pleasure is displac'd , care keepes his ●arte . Where care killes pleasure , life not long endures . Who tries , shall find , that pleasures long restrain'd . Be farre more pleasant when they once are gain'd . Where strife is stirr'd , there pleasure hath no part . Worlds pleasure lasts not long , but griefe abides . Farewell delight , when graueld is all grace . Neuer haue vniust pleasures been compleat In ioyes entire , but feare still keepes the doore . The sweetest pleasure hath the shortest date . Long wished things , a sweet delight doe beare . Pleasure and penaunce still are mortall foes . Enforced solace , like a vapour flyes , And hath no power repining hearts to mooue . Solace and sorrow haue their certaine times . While pleasure withers , paine more ripe doth grow . When pleasures ●bbe , then griefes begin to flow . To vaine delights , a man may easily goe : But safely to returne , may much be fear'd . Best musicke breeds delight in loathing cares . The strong , through pleasure falls ; ●he weak , by smart . Pleasures doe neuer feed , but ●n exc●sse . He that in pleasures vaine doth time bestow , Treads but the path to his ow●e ouerthr●w . In things without vs , no delight is sure . Pleasure is felt , opinion but conceiu'd . Pleasure is short , and glory lasts not long . The sweets we wish for , tu●ne to ●●at●ed son e●s ▪ Euen in the moment , that we call them ours . That pleaseth most , is ●arthest from the eye . Low is the stalke , whereon best pleasures grow ▪ Pleasure asleepe , then so●●ow will awake . Maids are not wonne by brutish force or might , But speeches full of pleasure and delight . Pleasure maintain'd by care , is quickly lost . After long sicknesse , health brings most delight . Vncertaine pleasures , bring a certaine paine . Ma●des doe take more delight , when they prepare And thinke of wiues state , than when wiues they are . Shortest delights , doe bring a long repent . Pleasures them-selues , are but imaginations . Things soone obtain'd , doe least of all delight . This wo●ld is but the pleasure of an houre , And yet the sorrow of a thousand da●es . Oft pleasures past , doe way to woe prepare . In worldly mi●th , lurketh much miserie . All sweet delights , are drown'd in dulled minds . Pleasures ( li●e posting guests ) make but small stay , Where griefes ●ide long , and leaue a score to pay . It 's true delight , to know the cause of griefe . Mi●th ●oundeth harsh to melancholly men . Mirth makes the longest iournies to seeme short . What more apparant signe can be of madnesse , Than haue anothers pleasure cause thy sadnesse ? Who buyes a minutes mirth , may waile a weeke . Mirth searcheth out the bottome of annoy . Vnlawfull pleasures , haste destruction . Potions ( if pleasant ) though insectious , Are sooner ta●ne , than holesome pill● for health . Sorrow , fore-going pleasure , graceth it . Gladnesse with griefe , continually is mixt . Banke-rupts in pleasure , can but pay with woe . We are right docible to imitate Depraued pleasures , though degenerate . Short pleasures many times haue large repents . Pleasures are still inductions to our griefes . Oft hath a tragicke entrance , pleasant end . Similies on the same subiect . AS no estate can stable stand for aye , So euery pleasure hath his ending day . As small brookes swell and are enrag'd with raine , So sight of pleasure trebleth euery paine . As weeds expeld , the corne doth better thriue , So care being kild , pleasure bides long aliue . As greatest griefes doe make the least not seene , So huge delights cause meane ones vanish cleane . As greatest light , is in the largest skie , So that delights , is furthest from the eye . As sad minds brooke no merrie companie , So sorrow is to pleasure enemie . Examples likewise on the same . SArdanapalus was so giuen to pleasure , That of a man , he made him-selfe a beast . Xerxes bestowed gifts on none but such , As daily could inuent new kinds of pleasures . In King Latinus Court , the ●royans In choise of all delights did spend their time . Demetrius being to all vaine pleasures giuen , Was by the Macedonians quite expulst . Cineas told Fabritius , that vaine pleasure , Did like a moath consume the life of man. Demosthenes in his Orations , Alwayes forbad voluptuous vaine delights . Of Paine . Paine , as companion doth on Pleasure wait : And Daunger is the hand-maid to Delight . SHort paine may be endur'd , that brings long ease . He neuer findeth helpe , that hides his paine . Farre harder is it , to learne continence In ioyfull pleasures , than in grieuous paine . They lesser paines can beare , that hide the great . Paine profit reapes , if seeds be wisely sowne . Where words be scarse , th' are seldome spent in vaine , For they speake truth , that breath their words with paine . Soone-dying mirth , begets long-liuing paine . Who bears the wound , perfor●e must feele the paine . The man that needs will seeke for vnknowne gaine , Oft liues by losse , and leaues with mickle paine . The greater paine , the greater miserie . Paine payes the in-come of each precious thing . It easeth some , though none it euer cur'd , To thinke that others haue their paines endur'd . It 's paine to keepe the things we would expresse . All labours haue their end , but paine hath none . No paine or sicknesse doth so swiftly breed , As euill humours grow , the griefe to feed . To get , and keepe not ; is not losse , but paine . Paine breedeth honour , vertue getteth fame . Better in prison euer to remaine , Than being ●orth , to suffer greater paine . With ease a sparke , with paine is quencht a flame . Pleasure doth follow paine , and blisse annoy . It 's paine and griefe , to beare and suffer wrong : But shame and sinne to him that causeth it . An inward sore strikes the Phisition blind . Salues seldome helpe ouer-long festred sores . How mightie is the soueraigne power of loue , Which paine , thirst , hunger , no nor death can moo●● ? Sad musicke to sad passions , addes more paine . One paine is lessened by anothers anguish . Let him for euer liue in woe and griefe , That feeleth paine , and will not haue reliefe . Paine is the entrance to eternall ioy . How fraile is that which men atchieue with paine ▪ They that must either serue , or pine in want , Ought scorne no paines , that ●ay relieu● their sca●●● . The cause , and not the paine , the martyr makes . Remembrance of ioyes past , breeds greater paine . He that with ease may paine and harme eschew , Is vaine , if he his proper death pursue . Patience doth put all toyle-some paine to flight . He best doth beare his paine , that hides it most . ●ew linke for loue , but all for greedie gaine , Though in the end , it turnes them most to paine . An vnknowne paine , is greatest miserie . He cannot iudge of pleasure , ne're felt paine . Similies on the same subiect . AS daunger waiteth at the heeles of pride , So euery pleasure hath a following paine . As where mishaps doe flow , there loue doth ebbe , So where friends faile , the heart feeles no like paine . As sicke men with least anguish are disturb'd , So to vexe troubled minds , augments their paine . As Sun-shine daies of fortune getteth friends , So paine or perill looseth them as soone . As miserie a med'cine hardly finds , So inward paines , are not with pratinge cur'd . As he beares sorrow best that hides it most , So who knowes patience , stands prepar'd for paine . Examples likewise on the same . PHilostrates endured all his paines , To th'admiration of his enemies . Marius the Romane said , he felt no paine In all his hurts , if but one friend were by . Sextus Pompeius could abide no paine , No , not so much as feele his head to ake . The Spartanes for their pleasures , made strict lawes , Shewing , what paine to each one did belong . Cicero said , No paine could touch the mind , That was but rampierd ▪ in with ●usterance . And Aristotle held the same opinion , Firme resolution could subdue all paine . Of Pouertie , &c. Pouertie is a vertue of it selfe , Content with want and needie miserie . POuertie is not wisdomes hinderance . Contented pouertie is greatest wealth . Need , is esteem'd a perfect Schoole-mistresse . Need answers not to euery mans request . Poore miserie i● troden on by many , And being low , neuer relieu'd by any . Wise men , must giue place to necessitie . Ignorance is the greatest pouertie . Stout vowes are oft repeal'd in extreame need . Sweet are poore crummes , where pained thoughts doe starue . Need hurteth none so much as sillie soules , Who cannot patiently endure her yoke . Plentie breeds perill , want procures di●daine . Miserie craues rather mercie , than reproofe . There is no vertue like necessitie . Thanks ought be deem'd th' Exchequer of the poore . We should our selues not miserable deeme , Sith none are so but in their owne esteeme . To needie men , delay is euen as death . Most wretched he , that is , yet cannot tell . Miserie oft makes sport to mocke it selfe . The wretched conquered , may nought refuse . Who in distresse from resolution flyes , Is rightly said , to yeeld to miseries . That needs must be perform'd , which need constraines . Poore wretches haue remorse in poore abuses . The graunts are small to them that stand in need . Men flye from foes , but not from miserie . Sharpe are the wounds , but sweet the medcines be , That wretched soules from wearie bondage free . Want pines away , and comfortlesse doth dye . Delay leads impotent and s●aile-pac'd need . He is not poore , hath little , but that much desires . Contented pouertie , is happinesse . A little ●roke will serue to make him die , That is hal●e slaine before with miserie . Diligence most enableth poorest men . The loue of poore men , great mens harmes debates ▪ Loue neuer keepes where wretchednes abides . Poore men should suffer for no great mens sinnes . No truer friends haue poore men than their teares , Wherein men ( ●ach way wretched ) may be rich . It is too much for one good man to want . Giue them that want , not such as haue no need . To liue and lacke , doth breed a daily griefe . Sharpe is the food necessitie imposeth . Want smiles secure when pri●cely thoughts doe feele That feare and daunger treads vpon their heele . Speed in necessitie is chiefest s●●●●e . Distresse cuts deeper than sterne fortunes frownes . Necessitie endure ▪ what else would not . Miserie finds no multitude of friends . It is an ●●●●ur ●● aduersitie , With s●●igh ▪ ● to 〈…〉 ine prosperitie . Where need comp●●●s , Orat●on● are in vaine . Occasion makes them s●ir●● , that else would not . The iust mans miserie is no meane me●it . Though thou a●t poore ▪ yet se●k● , and thou shalt find . Prosperitie is ●o●●● of very ●●●●● , But men i● want are hardly ●olpe by an● . By others wants we know our owne good haps . Miserie doth the brauest mind abate . Need makes men ●eeke for that they somtime scornd . Want , is the enemie to good desires . Pouertie oft with heauie ●l●gge of care Pulls ●●●ny downe , when th●● as●ending are . Poore men are little shrubs , rich men tall trees . Need sometimes doth instruct ●nlawfull things . A poore and honest life hath no compare . Similies on the same subiect . AS Kings haue honour to beare out their deeds , The po●re ●aue honestie to guide their liues . As riches se●meth ●umbersome to ●ooles , So pouertie is pleasing to the wise . As riches is the mother of delight , So pouertie doth no●rce calamitie . As want , to ma 〈…〉 in tollerable , So in good men , it is most comfortable . As the wild Asse is still the Lyons prey , So doe the rich feed on the poore ech day . As euery Artizane best knowes his trade , So euery poore man best doth feele his want . Examples likewise on the same . PVblicola cast downe from high degree , Sham'd not , but ioyed in his pouertie . Aristides , from humble pouertie , Was raised to degree of dignitie . Fabritius in his meanest pouertie , Pyrrhus made choise of , as companion . Vul●urnus banished by Anthonie , Neuer repined at his miserie . Pouertie , is helpe to Philosophie , Learn'd of it selfe ; so said Diogenes . Lactantius said : Take away insolence , And there 's no difference twixt the rich and poore . Of Bountie , &c. Bountie hath open hands , a zealous hart : And liberally bestowes without respect . LIke clouds that haue no raine , are liberall words . The whole effect of bountie , is in loue . The liberall heart , God cherisheth and loues , And from him still , all cause of want remooues . The more the fruit , more precious is the tree . The more the fish , more valued is the streame . That bountie is the best , and most approou'd , Which without perill of renow●ne is past . The goodliest night is , when most starres are seene . Bounties best ●onour is to helpe the poore , And happines to liue in good mens minds . We count that ground the best , which yeelds most grain . Bountie , r●mitting fraile and mortall things , Doth for reward receiue immortall fame . The whole effect of bountie , is in loue . They that in bountie d●e begin to want , In weake estate shall find their friends and foes . True bountie is not fastened to respect . A spend-thrift sworne to prodigalitie , Excuseth it with liberalitie . A liberall minded man , base enuie hates . He that still draweth forth without supply , The fountaine of his store will soone be drie . He neuer giues in vaine , that giues in zeale . Gifts to the poore , let them be done with speed ▪ For long delay , more wretched makes their need . Bountie and thankfulnesse are concords bonds . One gift in time bestowed , as good minds doe , Falls out in pooose to helpe much more than two . A liberall heart procures beneuolence . Honours chiefe grace is liberalitie . Similies on the same subiect . AS pride makes enemies of perfect friends , So liberalitie makes friends of foes . As hollow spouts retaineth nought but aire , So hollow hearts all bountie euer ha●e . As Bees doe flocke vnto a honey dewe , So multitudes flyes to a liberall mind . As s●●dowes hinders ripening of the fruits , So couetousnes still holdeth bountie backe . As H●nbane causeth death by sleepines , So bountie is destroy'd by niggardnes . As manhood is discern'd by cowardise , So bountie is beheld by wretchednesse . Examples likewise on the same . BY liberall bountie , Alexander wonne ●ore fame , than all his conquests else beside . Caesar , by bountie to his followers , Was call'd the liberall'st prince in all those times . Archelaus gaue not to vnworthie men , For that h● held not liberalitie . Titus , remembring one day nothing giuen , Said : O my friends , how haue we lost this day ▪ Plato said , Niggards neuer can be good , For all attendeth on the bountifull . Phocylides will'd no man sleepe at night , Till that day he could count some well-done deed . Of Follie. Follie is both rewarded and respected , When wit is often scorned and reiected . WHat folly can pretend , wisdome preuents . A greater signe of follie i● not knowne , Than trusting others force , distrust our owne . Repentance , youthfull follie quite expells . Who hazards his estate , to remedie A curelesse mischiefe , may be tearm'd a foole . Wishes are vaine , where will is follies guide . Fooles may not play with swords , nor maids with loue , Least follie crye , and wantonnes repent . Foole 's many times , to dignities arise . A foole such pastime with his pleasure maketh , As in the end his ruine he awaketh . Fooles wanting knowledge , doe cont●mne the wise . He is a foole that doth prepare a ginne , To be him selfe the first man t●●●● therein . Vnlettered fooles , at learning doe repine . Who with a rasour thinkes to c●t the Flint , But vnder-takes a foolish fruit lesse ta●ke . Follies oft leaue a memorie of shame . Learning doth liue in pen●orie and bare , When fooles grow rich , and feed on daint●st fare ▪ Wisdome doth frowne when follie is in place . Fooles are set vp in offices full gay , When wiser men come downe , and sit below . It 's better be a foole , than prooue a Foxe . Follie is iudg'd in silence to ●e wise , For too much babbling , wisdome doth despise . Follie flings forth , if counsell touch him neere . For childrens hands , a rasour is vnfit , And fooles vnmeet in wisdomes seat to sit . What greater scourge than follie , is to wit ? Foolish that science is , held ne're so deare , Which fore-shewes perils ●●nre , not daungers neere . Silence is still best answere to a foole . Promote a foole , his follie strait appeares , And prooues a shame to them which caus'd him climbe . All 's prouender to Asses , but the aire . Mount vp a foole , his wit is quickely heard : Then keepe such downe , let wise men be preferr'd . Instructions giuen to fooles , encreaseth follie . A leaden sword clad in a golden sheath , Is like a foole of natures finest mould . Follies are sooner thought on , than redrest . For man , it is great follie to delight In fading smoake , and loose the heauenly light . Follie , to saue a part , and loose the whole . A very foole I doe him firmely hold , That loues his fetters , though they be of gold . A Lyons skinne hides not the Asses eares . So much doth follie thrust men into blame , That euen to leaue off shame , they count a shame . Follie , though ouer-guilt , at length appeares . Prosperitie oft maketh fooles starke mad . Similies on the same subiect . AS foolish questions merit silence best , So kind demaunds require as kind replyes . As no mishap can mooue a carelesse mind , So no instructions can reforme a foole . As wise men not esteem'd by outward shewes , So any semblaunce satisfieth fooles . As snow in Summer no man doth commend , So none deemes honour requisite for fooles . As spots disfigure any beauteous face , So follie is the blemish of the mind . As smoake at highest , soonest vanisheth , So follie praised , quickliest perisheth . Examples likewise on the same . BY follie Nicias was ta'ne aliue , Dismayed onely with the Moones ecclipse . Oemilius tearmed Perses but a foole , To be dismay'd because of vanquishing . Cleander , who would needs betray his lord , Lost all his hopes , and proou'd him selfe a foole . Torquatu● foolishly shunn'd dignitie , Because himselfe was pained with sore eyes . Be neither simple , nor yet ouer subtill , Such counsell gaue the wise and learned Bias. Follie , saith Cicero , pollutes the sou●e , But wisdome is a glorious o●●a●●●t . Of Time. Time calls account of what before is past , For time will haue a reckning made at last . TIme wanting bounds , still lacketh certaintie . Time hath a ●alue for all e●●●emities . There 's none but haue in time perswaded been . Flowers haue time , before they fall to seed . VV●e can helpe time , to ●●●●ow vs with age , Bus stop no w●inkl● in ●is pilgrimage . Times office is to end the hate of fo●s . Times glorie is to calme contending kings . Time is a tutour ●oth to good and bad . Short time seemes long , in sorrowes sharpe s●staining . Time is the herald , that doth best of all Emblazon all affections of the mind . They that watch well , see time how slow it creepes . Dalliance of time doth long lookt ioyes preuent . Time offers still each houre to doe amisse . In time all things decay , and draw to end . Time is the sweet Phisition , that allowes Some remedie for all our past mishap . Times minutes losse , no treasure can restore . We may much shorten time by negligence . Time h●ales , when Art and reason both doe faile . No time so long as that which breedeth griefe . Nothing than time there is more precious , And nothing lesse than time accounted of . Nothing so firme , but time dissolueth it . Faire baits of time doth all the world deuoure . By time and wisdome , passions are supprest . In time , small wedges cleaue the hardest Oakes . He that will not endure the stormie time ▪ VVhere will he liue vntill the lustie prime ? In time the flint is pierc'd with softest showers Time is the anker both of truth and right . In great extreames , aduantage hath no time . Times losse , is greatest prodigalitie . Time ripens all , and hastes the haruest on , To sow new seeds ere all the old are gone . Showres come out of time , when corne is ripe . Time is discouerer of all mishaps . Time hath set downe the compasse of his course . When time is lost , repentance is but vaine . VVhile we haue iewels , we doe not esteeme them : But being lost , would with our liues redeeme them . Times chaunge , and we in them , doe alter still . By times delay , new hope of helpe still liues . Time is the father of vncertaintie . Time measureth our daily actions . Times motions equalleth the reeling Sunnes , Or as the Sea reciprocally runnes . That longest kept , must yet at length be spent . Both life and loue , in time must haue an end . Our daily labours harbour deepe distrust . Time , on the weariest wretch , bestoweth rest . The losse of time , all other losse exceeds ; And commonly , too late repentance breeds . Time is best gouernour of all our counsailes . Time to the greatest sorrowes limits end . Neglected time is follies chiefest signe . Time is our liues discreetest councellor . Similies on the same subiect . AS when the ship is split , no anker helpes , So time once spent , can neuer be repeal'd . As ioynts cut off , the plaister comes too late , So time being past , repentance booteth not . As no retrait auailes , when fight is fought : So no deuise recouereth passed time . As time well vsde , a mans best treasure is , So badly wasted , is most miserie . As nothing is of greater price than time , So nothing should with greater care be kept . As winter nips the freshest flowers that be , So time makes furrowes in the fairest face . Examples likewise on the same . SEuerus made such deare account of time , As nothing grieu'd him more than losse of time . Pyrrhus had priuat obseruations , Whereby to know how time did steale away . Philip of Macedon would chide him-selfe , For the least vaine employment of his time . Great Alexander learn'd of Diogenes , How in his warre affaires to spend his time . Byas maintain'd ; Fooles might in time be wise , And ignorance attaine to learnings reach . Our happines of time ( in Solons mind ) Consisteth in the shorter while it lasts . Of Youth . Youth is that state our minds doth most affect , Our speediest spoile , without most wise respect . YOung grafts of future goodnesse , soone appeares . When youth haue wealth before they can well vse it , It is no wonder though they doe abuse it . Custome , small faults of youth permits to scape . The meane is best , young fruits the stomacke gripe ▪ And elder cloy , when they are ouer-ripe . Suspect is still a page that waits on youth . The Summers glorie figures youths vanitie , The winters wracke , ages declining steps ▪ Youth hardly can obey an old decree . Looke what impression we in youth retaine , In age , our reason hardly will refraine . Loue is youths plague , wits scourge , and ages hell . Looke where vnbruised youth , with vnstuf● braines Doth couch his limbes , there golden sleepe remaines . The spring hath flowres , but autumne withe●d leaues . It 's often seene , that loue in young men lyes Not truely in their hearts , but in their eyes . Youths loue is quicke , swifter than swiftest speed . Nothing can temper well a young mans rage , But thraldome , wedlocke , or the staffe of age . Youth is too hot , and void of care or dread . Youth learnes to cha●nge the course that he hath run , When he perceiues and knowes what age hath done . Youth minds no daunger in his hastines . Young slips new set , are quickely pluckt away , But elder roots cleane faster to the clay . Youth , into needlesse quarrels soone is led . How ▪ euer youngsters seeme to boast and braue , Their worth and wit , they from their elders haue . Lewd obiects , forward natures soone retaine . Youths common fault , is to admit and chuse Those errours which their lawlesse parents vse . Youth by encreasing , doth as fast decrease . What thing● by vaine examples youth conceiues , The same ●or lawfull daily he receiues ▪ Youth well instructed , makes age well dispos'd . The faults ●nd follies men in youth commit , Are causes of repentance in old age . Examples are best presidents for youth . The prime of youth is like the pine tree flowers . Seemely in sight , vnsauorie in their sente . Like to a shipwracke is the death of youth . He that in youth , by reason guides his life , In age shall find the foot-steps from decay . Youth vseth pastimes but as naturall rest . The better that a child is borne by birth , The more respect should wait vpon his youth . So tutour youth , that ages sinnes may die . Good doctrines characters being stampt in youth , No age or fortune once can weare them out . Vanitie is the maske for youths fond march . Where vice in youth doth beare the chiefest sway ▪ Their vertue is neglected most in age . Lesse paine to learne in youth , than dote in age . Tyrannie is no schoole-master for youth , Rather vse kindnessae than compulsion . Wild youth , by gentlenesse will soonest yeeld . When beautie and sweet youth are banished , They neuer after can be call'd againe . Young willowes easily bend , greene wit soon caught . Youth grac'd with vertue , then most perfect is . Similies on the same subiect . AS sinne is soonest entertain'd in youth , So is it hardly shaken off in age . As gentle mould is apt for any print , So youth receiues what-e're impression . As vntill'd fields bring nothing ●orth but weeds , So vntaught youth yeelds all but vanitie . As freshest flowres the canker soonest eats , So youthfull heads are quickly caught by vice . As vnripe apples fall not but by force , So vnconstrain'd , ●outh hardly yeelds to die . As youngest nettles are not free from stings , So wisest youth hath imperfections . Examples likewise on the same . COmodus not well tutor'd in his youth , Did afterward prooue a most wicked Prince . Neroe● vnbridled youth , made him to fall To greater leudnesse than was euer heard . Cato would to his sonnes be schoole master , Because he would not haue their youth infected . Scemides and her sonne were cast in Tyber , For bringing vp the gulfe of shame to Rome . Youth well instructed , saith Euripides , Doth after make his age more honourable . Pythagoras bad , tutor so young youth , The sinnes of age be not imposde on thee . Of Age. Age is the gift of Heauen , expence of yeares : Exchaunge of haps , and graue experience schoole . AGe is a Cinicke , not a flatterer . Age , or infirmitie , soone blasteth beautie . Age i● alike in Kings and other men . Gray haires in youth , kindles no greene desires . The power of Kings may well with-stand proud foe● ▪ But cannot keepe backe age , with time that growes . In womens honour , age is worst disease . Let s●ringing youth r●iourne old ages woes . For age to die , is right ; for youth , it 's wrong . Blame we not youth , if wantonly he wooes , Since doting old , and booke-wise cannot choose . Follie in you●h , is sinne ; in age , it 's madnesse . Age , though conceal'd , doth warme with thoughts desire ▪ Cold age dotes most , when heat of youth is gone . Age still is prone to credit what it likes . Mens chiefest aime , is but to nource vp life , With honour , wealth , and ease in waining age . Respect and Reason , wait on wrinkled age . Youthfull delights , lode crooked age with griefe . Age is as credulous as suspitious . What can auaile vnpleasurable age , That feeds on lust , or base vnable rage ? Age is a glorious crowne , adorn'd with grace . Death is the due to nature , ages almes . Gray haires are fruits for death , not flowers for life . Trees may haue roots , although they beare no leaues . Loue ( as a vertue ) is in age allowed , Except vnequall choise doe disallow . Age well may ioyne with youth in law , not loue . When old Bees dye , the young possesse the hiue . Age is chill cold , and full of doubts and feares . Pleasant conceits are blossoms for young yeares , But melancholly thoughts , fruits of gray haires . Age with fore-sight , a many harmes preuents . Age takes aduise , ere he presume too farre . Age is ordaind to counsell , youth to fight . Age lends fore-sight , young courage must enact ▪ Age is allowed to gaze at beautie● tree , But youth must cl●mbe and gather vp the fruit . Old age , helpes by good counsell and fore-sight . Old age can neuer pay youthes debt set downe . Discretion waxeth young , when age drawes neere . Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye , And where ●are lodgeth , sleepe can neuer lie . Age breedeth no d●●●ct in innocence . Innocence is an excellence in age . Old age being come , life cannot long endure . Each age of man hath end , but old age none . Age can report , and youth doth ●aily prooue , There is no comfort like the sweets of lo●e . Sicknesse and age are ou● conducts to death . It helpes not age to wi●h him young againe . It 's grieuous to be old with feares , not yeares . It 's time to flye from brawles of iudgement seat And publique noise , when age once ge●● the start . Gray haires are wisdomes badge , and ages pride . The benefit of age , is libertie . Respect old age , it commeth not alone . Old men , are young mens meetest presidents . Aduised age right warily doth keepe , VVhat headstrong youth would loose , and loosing weepe . Youth runneth well , when age the b●idle holds . Old age hath all things , and yet all things wants . Our parents age , worse t●an our gran● ▪ s●●es be , VVe worst b●g●t , our children worse than we . White haires , are grauities embassadours . Aged and wise , deserues great reuerence . Similies on the same subiect . AS Cedars in their age the straighter g●owes , So men in age should haue the grauer showes . As bo●ds being seald , are past recalling backe , So age once com● , by no meanes can be shund . As flo●d-gates helpe not , when the towne is drown'd , So c●●●●●g helpes not , when gray haires are seene . As co●ne consum'd , e●pence is ●ued too late , So snow-white heads in vaine wish youth againe . As physicke ●oots not for a bodie dead , So counsell helpes not ages way ward head . As fairest Sunnie dayes must haue their nights , So goodliest youth old age at length affrights . Examples likewise on the same . C●●●●●achu● of Carthage , in good yeares Went to be scholler to Carn●ades . M●●cus Aur●●us told to ●●cius , He went to lear●e what ●et he did not know . Teren●i●● Var●o . and M●rcus Po●tiu● Cato , Went to lear●e Greeke when they were verie old . Alpho●sus , king of Arragon , at fiftie yeares , Translated ●●●ie into the Spanish tongue . When men sa●●h ●●llie looke on their white haires , They must doe nothing ●●● becomes those yeares . Old men , whose soul●s ar● s●d with heauenly light , Grieue not their age , but ioy it , so saith Sophocles . Of Life . Life , is a frost of cold felicitie , And death , a thaw of all our miserie . LIfe is a wandering course to doubtfull rest . Life is but losse , where death is counted gaine . When vertues dayes doe end , they are not done , But liue two liues , where others haue but one . The death of sinne , is life vnto the soule . Mans life still endeth , with the end of life . In vanitie of lif● , and wandring wayes , The wicked r●n and weare out all their dayes . Better not be , than being , soone to die . Life is most loath'd , where loue may not preuaile . Death is most louely , sweet , and amiable , But captiu'd life , for foulnesse admirable . The longer life , the greater is our guilt . Life must with life , and blood with blood be paid . Hate not thy life , but loath captiuitie , Where rests no hope to purchase victorie . He that giues life , best knowes the date thereof . Mans life may less'ned , not enlarged be . Who will not bide the burden of a●stresse , Must not here liue , for life i● wret●he●nesse . True loue despiseth shame , when life is fear'd . Life warres with loue , and loue contends with life . Too long they l●ue , that liue till they be naught , Life sau'd by sinne , base purchase , dearel● bought . Mo●e are mens ends markt , than their liues before . As death is fee to life , so hate to loue . Euen then when we of obscure life doe boast , It often prooues , that then we are knowne most . Men must haue griefe , so long as life remaines . Life is not that which should be much desir'd . We often see , who on a ●ing relyes , Fin●s death aliue , while liuing yet he dyes . So some men liue , they care not how they liue . Life suffers wrong , when death would end her woes ▪ Ill , compassing sit opportunitie , Or killes his life , or else lifes qualitie . That dead things can giue life , we seldome find . Contrition doth reformed life begin . To liue or dye , which of the twaine is better , When life is sham'd , and death reproches debter ? First doe we bud , then blow ; next seed , last ●all . We aske deaths a●d , to end li●es wretchednesse . God guides mans life , and when he list to haue it , Wit , wealth , nor any thing beside can saue it . Our life is death , if we doe liue in sinne . A dying life , all kind of deaths exceeds . Contented meane estate , true life doth giue , Resting secure , not rising vp to grieue . This life affoords no sweet without some sowre . To liue and loue not , is no life at all . Fond blinded g●eatnesse , with his busie toyle , Seeking for happie life , doth life despoyle . Life neuer is too short , where death is wisht . There is no force so great , as life enforc'd . What kind of life ( alas ) liue those men in , That cannot liue without , nor with their kinne ? Life is ill spar'd , that 's spar'd to spill more blood . To liue in death , is but a dying life . Long vse of life , is as a lingering foe , And gentle death the onely end of woe . Sweet is the life that is maintain'd by loue . Redeeme thy life , although with all thou hast . The good doe liue , as if they li●ed not : And die , as if their death were but a dreame . That life is death , where men doe liue alone . A good life doth beget as good a death . No wise man likes in such a ●ife to dwell , Whose wayes ●re strait to heauen , but wide to hell . Mans life may not be destitute of office . A good life , is next way to winne good fame . The life co●●upt with vnexpected shame And ●imelesse death , is buried with defame . They liue but ill , who alwayes thinke to liue . To men in miserie , life seemes too long . Long life hath commonly long cares annext . The breath that maintaines life doth finish life . Similies on the same subiect . AS falls the tree , so prostrate still it lyes : So speedeth life , in liuing , as it dyes . As men by life in bondage soone are brought , Euen so by death is freedome soonest wrought . As si●e burnes fiercely , being still supplyed , So life postes swiftly when it least is spyed . As sharpe frosts easily nip forward springs , So life to end it , hath too many things . As Easterne winds doth towardly blossoms blast , So inward cares makes life to finish fast . As life is onely by the gift of grace . So death by nature taketh time and place . THere is hardly any one Chapter in this Booke , but it deliuereth plentie of examples for this argument of life ; the whole summe ( indeed ) but containing the course of our actions , euen from our entrance into life , vnto the verie houre of our death : therefore there shall need no speciall collection vpon this head . Of Death . Death is the keye , which vnlocks miserie , And lets the soule to blessed libertie . DEath is the end of woe and wretchednesie . When deaths houre comes , let none aske reason why . He ought to die , that not deserues to liue . Who dyes the death with honour in the field , Both his lifes woe● and sorrowes ●rie●● e●●s . With sharpe as●liction , death first grounds his cause The fairest blossome , deaths sterne winter ni●● . Death hath no dart to slay deserued same . The 〈◊〉 Seene where death ●er pl●y begins , Are a●t● of ●ight , and d●●●●● of ●●giy darke To wretched men , death is the welcom●st friend , Death neuer comes when need doth most require . Life is but losse , and death felicitie . Who dyes , the vtmost anguish doth abide : But ●e that liues , is left to w●●●e his losse . Sad life , is much more worse than gladsome death . Our life is day , but death is ougly night . Faire death it is , to shun more shame , to die . Death to sharpe sorrow , quickely ease doth send , For death , doth griefe and sorrow soonest end . Death to the wretched , is both grace and gaine . In death , aduise for daunger comes too late . It 's worse than death , to linger on reliefe . Death is the gulfe of all , and then I say , Thou are as good as Caesar in the clay . A sicke man best sets downe the pangs of death . Deaths name is much more mightie than his deeds . To die , is all as common , as to liue . It is not death , that which the world calls dying , But that is death , which is all ioyes denying . The shade pursues the bodie , so death vs. Death is the driery Dad ▪ and dust the Dame. Death is misfortunes monarchizing foe . Thy fatall end , why doest thou so begin , Locking death out , ye● keep'st destruction in . None moane his death , whose life hath all annoy'd . We haue one life , and so our death is one . Death lends vs sight , while he doth spare vs breath . It 's treble death , a freezing death to feele , For him on whome the Sunne hath euer shone . Long liues the man , that dies in lustie yeares . Death is the lowest step a man can fall . Death is not shunn'd of them that dutie yeeld . Death which e●ds care , yet carelesse of our death , Doth steale our ioyes , but stealeth not our breath . Parting breeds mourning absence cruell death . To good and bad , death is an equall doome . Though death be poore , it ends a world of woe . Death is to some a fierce vnbidden guest , But those that craue his aid , be beloeth least . There 's nothing we can call our owne , but death . Death 's the deuourer of all worlds delight . It 's sweet to dye , when we are forc'd to liue . When heapes of treasure is the meed preposed , Though death ●e adiunct , there 's no death supposed . Neere death he stands , that stands too neere a crowne . It 's double death to drowne in ken of shoare . Death is too good for base dishonest life . There 's nothing else remaines for vs beside , But tea●es and co●●ins onely to prouide . All things are subiect to deaths tyrannie . What thing soeuer liues , is sure to die . All killing death , by Christ is kill'd him-selfe . Oh Sicknesse , thou art many times belyde , When death hath many w●yes to come beside . The sharpest sting of death , hurts not but helpes . Carrion corruption is the food of death . The day of death , excels our day of birth . Oft times their gaines whome greatnesse fauoureth , When chiefe preserr'd , stand as preferr'd to death . Raise vp no liuing blame against the dead . A present death exceeds a lingring life . Life leads to care , death to the scale of heauen . The dying man , whose eyes are sunke and dimme , Thinkes euery passing bell rings out for him . To die in life , is but a liuing death . Good death , not loftie life , is most renowme . In countries cause to die , is noble death . Death doth no time , no age , no reason measure . Similies on the same subiect . AS the hearb Rew is bitter in our taste , ●o deaths remembrance fearefull is to many . As sleepe depriues the memorie of paines , So sleepe of death ends all our wretchednes . As all small currents runne into the sea , So all mens toiles are swallowed vp in death . As borrowed money must be paid againe , So what life owes , must be by death discharg'd . As we are merrie at our childrens birth , So should we not grieue vainly at their death . As darknesse doth obscure the fairest day , So death laies hold vpon the forward'st life . Examples likewise on the same . HEctor said to his wife Andromache , Grieue not my death , all men are borne to die . Gorgias , askt in sicknesse how he far'd ? Said , Sleepe now yeelds me to his brother death . Pindarus sleeping on a young lads breast , Neuer awaked , but in that sort dyed . Vespasian stood vp at the point of death , And said , An Emperour should standing dye . Plato thankt Nature , that she let him liue , In such a time , as taught him well to die . Thales will'd euery man amend his life , Else he could haue no honour in his death . The Conclusion . THis worke , which cost no meane paines and labour , to reduce into this forme and method ; is thus at the length happily concluded , & commended to the kind acceptation of all gentle and well-disposed minds . If some carping Sycophant ( readier alway to cauill and find fault , than correct and amend ) shall mislike of the course obserued in this booke , and imagine the heads not aptly or properly placed , ( according as in his nice opinion perhaps hee would haue them : ) let me thus plainely answere him , That they were neuer meant for the pleasing of his vaine appetite , and therefore hee hath more loue to looke off , than be prying into matters aboue his capacitie . Onely to the iudiciall and affable iudgements of this age , both the paines and pleasure of this labour is published : not doubting , but they will measure it by the iust desert , and censure thereof as their owne kind natures haue euer beene accustomed . In this first Impression , are omitted the Sentences of Chaucer , Gower , Lidgate , and other auncient Poets , because it was not knowne how their forme would agree with these of ten syllables onely , and that sometimes they exceed the compasse herein obserued , hauing none but lineall and couplet sentences , aboue and beyond which course , the Gentleman who was the cause of this collection ( taking therin no meane paines him-selfe , besides his friends labour ) could not be perswaded , but determinately aimed at this obseruation . Neuerthelesse , if this may enioy but the fauour hee hopes it will , and the good intent thereof be no way misconstrued : at the next impression it shall be largely supplyed , with things that at this present could not be obtained , both in respect of some vrgent occasion , beeing the hinderance thereof : as also because there wanted apt meanes to furnish further purpose then intended . All which , shall then be answered effectually , and any thing els may be thought auaileable to this worke , and the good liking of the wise . FINIS . An Alphabeticall Table , of the seuerall things handled in this Booke . A ABoundance . vide Riches . Absence . vide Loue and Friendship . Abstinence . vide Gluttonie . Accusation . vide Iustice. Actions . 1 , 17 , 19 , 50 , 67 , &c. Admiration . vide Loue. 40 Admonition . vide Counsell , Aduise , &c. Aduersitie . vide Pouertie . 12 Aduise . 73 Adulterie . vide Lust. Affection . 161 Affliction . 12 , 20 , 74 Age. 222 Ambition . 108 Amitie . vide Friendship . Angels . vide Heauen . 58 Anger 132 Armes . vide Warre . Arrogancie . vide Pride . Art. vide Learning . Aspiring . vide Ambition . Auarice . 127 Auncestors . vide Kings . Authoritie . 194 B BAbbling . vide Words . Beautie . 40 Beleefe . 30 Benefits . 63 Blasphemie . vide God , and Heauen . Blessednes . 2 , 11 , 16 , 24 Blood. 58 , 71 , 77 , 79 , 82 , 84 , &c. Boasting . vide Pride . Body . vide Mind . Bountie . 22 , 211 Bragging . vide Pride . Brauerie vide Pride . C CAre vide Greefe . Charitie . vide Loue. Chastitie . 37 , 38 , 39 , 40 Chaunce . vide Fortune . Chaunge . 11 , 24 , 29 , 34 , 37 , &c. Children . 36 , 97 Choyce . 46 Choller . vide Anger . Ciuilitie . vide Anger . Clemencie . vide Pittie . Comfort . 20 , 24 , 54 , 64 , 80 , &c. Common-wealth . vide Kingdomes . Compassion . vide Pittie . Concord . 81 Concupiscence . vide Lust. Confidence . 18 , 32 Conquest . vide Warre . Conscience . 8 , 9 , 10 Consideration . vide Counsell . Conspiracie . vide Treason . Constancie . vide Women . Contemplation . vide Religion . Contempt . vide Disdaine . Content . vide Peace . 6 , 49 , 67 , 71 Contention . vide Anger , Concord , &c. Couetousnes . 127 Counsell . 73 Countrey . vide Common-wealth . Courage . 197 Courtesie . vide Kindnesse . 75 Cowardise . 33 , 48 , 60 , 66 , 86 Craft . 97 Credit . 22 , 68 Credulitie . 30 , 51 , 58 Crueltie . vide Tyrannie . 33 , 41 , 51 Curiositie . vide Pride . Custome . 61 , 70 , 79 D DArknesse . vide Day and Night . Daunger . vide Feare . Day . 29 , 46 , 57 , 92 Death . 230 Deceit . vide Falshood . Deeds , 177 , &c. Delay . 28 , 78 Delight . 201 , &c. Desert . 19 , 65 , 67 , 68 Desire . 161 Despaire . 24 , 26 , 33 , 43 , 45 , 47 , 66 , 74 Desperation . vide Despaire . Destinie . 154 Deuill . vide Sinne. 2 Deuotion . vide God. 37 Diligence . vide Labour . Discord . vide Concord . Discretion . 18 , 48 , 49 , 50 , 53 , 65 , &c. Disdaine . 165 Dishonestie . 39 , 43 , 71 Dishonour . vide Honour . Dissimulation . 29 , 174 , &c. Distresse . 20 , 21 , 26 , 59 , 75 , 76 , 80 Distrust . vide Trust. 24 ●●iuision . vide Discord . Doctrine . vide Learning . ●●●●bt . 144 Dr●●●d . vide Feare . Drunkennes . vide Gluttonie . Dutie . vide Subiects . 41 E EArth . 2 , 5 , 6 , 12 , 19 , 42 , 57 , 60 , 63 , 87 Education . vide Children . Election . vide Choice . Eloquence . 30 , 55 , 56 Enuy. 117 , &c. Equalitie . vide Equity . Equity . 1 , 3 , 13 , 33 , 76 , &c. 94 Error . 12 , 18 Eternity . 18 , 37 , 39 , 54 Euill Deeeds . 181 , &c. Example . 51 , 59 Excesse . vide Drunkennesse . Exile . 82 Experience . 48 , 54 , 55 Extremitie . 32 , 39 , 46 , 48 , 78 , 82 , 90 , 98 F FAith . 21 , &c. Falshood . vide Friends and Friendship . Fame . 88 , &c. Familiarity . vide Friendship . Fancie . vide Affection . Father . 60 Faults . 14 , 19 , 21 , 22 , 32 , 35 , 36 , 42 , &c. Fauour . 2 , 26 , 31 , 35 , 59 , 61 Feare . 144 , &c. Felicitie . vide Happines . Flatterie . 174 , &c. Foes . vide Friends , and Friendship . Folly. 1 , 5 , 17 , 24 , 30 , 41 , 49 , 50 , 52 , 213 Fortitude . 39 , 54 , 85 Fortune . 149 , &c. Force . vide Strength . Fraud . vide Deceit . Friends . 94 , &c. Friendship . vide Friends . Frugality . 38 Fury . vide Tyrants . G GAine . 18 , 26 , 32 , 35 Generall . vide Warre . Gentlenes . vide Kindnes . Gladnes . vide Ioy. Glory . 31 , 38 , 67 , 71 , 89 Gluttony . 135 , &c. God. 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 11 , 24 , 26 , 37 , 41 , 59 , 79 Gold. vide Riches . 80 Goodnes , 14 , 17 , 18 , 36 , 50 Good Deeds . 177 , &c. Good name . vide Fame . Good will. vide Loue. Gifts . 2 , 21 , 26 , 27 , 38 , 40 , 48 , &c. Grace . 21 , 24 , 26 , 37 , 42 , 44 Greefe . 138 , &c. Guile . vide Fraud . Guiltines . 46 , 77 , 78 H HAp . vide Fortune , and Fate . Happines . 5 , 17 , 25 , 27 , 36 , 51 , 67 , 81 , 98 Hate . 34 , &c. Health . 26 Hearing . vide Iustice and Iudgement . Heauen . 5 , 6 , 7 Hell. vide Sinne. 2 , 6 , 7 , 29 , 45 , 72 Honestie . 14 , 15 , 27 , 39 , 82 , 92 , 93 Honour . 69 , &c. Hope . 24 , &c. Hospitalitie . vide Bountie . Humanitie . vide Manhood . Humilitie . 191 , &c. I IDlenes . vide Sloth . Iealousie . 45 , &c. Ieasting . vide Pleasure . Idolatry . vide God , and Religion . Ignorance . 9 , 11 , 27 , 49 , 55 Immortalitie . 18 , 19 , 43 Impietie . vide Religion . Impudence . vide Shame . Incontinence . vide Lust. Industrie . vide Learning . 51 Infamie . vide Fame . Ingratitude . vide Loue. Iniury . vide Wrong . 44 , 85 Iniustice . vide Iustice. Innocence . 10 , 11 , 15 , 64 , 77 , 224 Instruction . vide Arte. Intemperance . vide Gluttonie . Inuention . vide Learning . 32 Ioy 5 , 8 , 9 , 25 , 29 , 32 , 61 , 89 Ire . vide Anger . Iudge . vide Iustice. Iudgement . 3 , 77 , 78 , 92 Iustice. 76 , &c. K KIndnesse . vide Pittie . 3 , 7 Kingdomes . 63 , &c. Kings . 57 , &c. Kinred . 3 , 64 , 67 Knighthood . 22 Knowledge . 13 , 53 , &c. L LAbour . 16 , 71 , 92 Lamentation . vide Sorrow & Teares . Lawes . 3 , 60 , 61 , &c. Learning . 53 , &c. Lecherie . vide Lust. Lenity . vide Kindnes . Liberalitie . vide Bountie . Libertie . 17 , 38 , 39 , 64 Life . 226 Light. vide Day . 30 Loue. 28 Lowlinesse . vide Humilitie . Loyaltie . 47 , 95 Lust. 120 Lying . 15 , 71 , 92 M MAdnesse . vide Furie . 47 Magistrates . 64 , 86 Magnanimitie . vide Courage and Warre . Maiestie . 17 , 59 , 60 , 61 Malice . vide Hate . 67 Man. 101 Manhood . vide Valour . Marriage . vide Loue , and Lust. Meane . vide Equitie . Melancholly . vide Griefe . 64 Memory . vide Learning . Mercie . 1 , 2 , 35 , 78 Might . vide Power . Mind . 157 Misery . 19 , 26 , 30 , 46 , 75 Mishap . 2 , 55 , 66 , 89 , 98 Mistrust . vide Trust. Moderation . vide Law. Modestie . vide Temperance . 39 Monarch . 27 , 40 , 57 , 86 Money . vide Wealth . 87 Mourning . 188 , &c. Muses . vide Poetrie . 53 Musicke . 20 , 32 , 56 , 98 N NAture . 29 , 34 , 40 , 48 , 50 , 54 , 55 , 64 , &c. Necessitie . vide Need. Need. 19 , 26 , 39 , 55 , 74 , 87 , 95 Negligence . vide Sloth . Neighbour . 34 , 47 , 68 , 82 Niggardise . 67 , 93 , 212 , 213 Night . 29 , 46 , 57 , 73 Nobilitie . 66 , &c. Nurture . vide Children . O OAth . 37 , 70 Obedience . vide Subiects . Obliuion . vide Memory . Occasion . 22 , 24 , 69 Offence . 9 , 21 , 36 , 77 , 97 Offers . vide Gifts . Office. vide Authoritie . Old age . vide Age. Opinion . 17 , 19 , 22 , 50 , 54 , 60 , 68 , 96 Opportunitie . vide Occasion . 50 Oratory . vide Oratours . Oratours . 15 , 18 , 31 , 42 , 55 Order . vide Iustice. P PAine . 25 , 29 , 31 , 32 , 33 , 64 , 70 , 204 , &c. Painting . 40 , &c. Parasites . vide Flatterie . Pardon . vide Obedience , and Age. Parents . 64 , 66 , 68 Partialitie . vide Iustice. Passions . 26 , 33 , 46 , 50 Patience . 99 , &c. Peace . 81 , &c Perill . vide Daunger . Periurie . vide Oath . Perseuerance . vide Patience . Pittie . 32 , 35 , 41 , 43 , 45 , 47 , 77 , 84 Plainnesse . vide Honestie . 15 Play. vide Pleasure . Pleasure . 201 , &c. Plentie . vide Abundance and Wealth . Poetrie . vide Learning . Pollicie . 79 , &c. Poore . vide Need. 207 Pouertie . 1 , 15 , 31 , 35 , 50 , 51 , 57 , 58 , &c. Power . 5 , 14 , 18 , 25 , 26 , 35 , 42 , 49 , 54 Praise . 18 , 38 , 41 , 50 , 66 , 91 , &c. Prayer . 11 , 79 , 80 , 81 Precisenesse . vide Pride . Preferment . vide Promotion . Presumption . vide Ambition and Pride . Pride . 124 , &c. Princes . 57 , 58 , &c. Prodigality . vide Bountie , and time . Profit . 50 , 54 , 70 Promise . 36 , 34 , 70 Promotion . 26 , 59 Prosperity . vide Wealth . 35 Prouidence . 2 , 6 , 85 Prudence . vide Wisdome . Punishment . 65 , 77 , 78 Q Qualitie . 36 , 61 Quietnes . 10 , 48 , 59 , 71 , 77 R RAge . vide Anger . 35 , 45 , 49 Rashnes . 21 , 22 , 49 , 59 , 75 , 85 , 93 Reason . 12 , 15 , 32 , 39 , 43 , 45 , 60 , 72 , 82 Religion . 11 , &c. Repentance . 6 , 8 , 29 , 213 , 217 Report . 19 , 71 , 89 , 91 Reproch . vide Shame , and Slaunder Resolution , 22 , 25 , 39 , 61 , 67 Reuenge . 5 , 35 , 46 , 59 , 72 Rhetoricke . 11 Riches . 9 , 18 , 38 , 51 , 76 , 81 Right . 13 , 14 , 64 , 69 , 77 Rigour . vide Cruelty . 42 Riot . vide Prodigality . 39 Ruine . 84 , 90 , 97 Rule . vide Authority , and Kings . Ruth . vide Pitie . S SAdnesse . 26 Sapience . vide Wit , and Wisdome . Science . 56 , 86 Scoffing . 165 , &c. Scorne . vide Disdaine . Selfe-loue . 33 , 40 , 60 Selfe-will . vide Vain-glory. 22 Secrecie . 46 Security . vide Idlenesse . Senses . vide Learning . Seruice . vide Duty . Shame . 2 , 18 , 29 , 42 , 58 , 59 , 66 , 67 , 71 , 73. Sicknes . vide Death . 43 , 74 , 75 , 87 , 224 Silence . vide Talke . Sinne. 2 , 6 , 9 , 12 , 17 , &c. Sight . vide Loue. Slauery . vide Tyrants . Slaunder . 167 , &c. Sleepe . vide Death . Sloth . 130 , &c. Sobriety . 9 , 48 Solitude . vide Griefe . Sorrow . vide Woe . Souldiours . 86 , 87 Soule . 5 , 7 Sparing . vide Niggardise . Speech . vide Words . Spending . vide Bountie . Spoile . vide Warre . Sport. vide Delight . Stabilitie . vide Resolution . State. vide Kings and Common-wealths . Strength . vide Power . Study . vide Learning . Subiects . 57 , &c. Subtilty . vide Fraud . Sufferance . vide Patience . Surfet . vide Gluttony . Suspition . vide Iealousie . Swearing . vide Oath . Sword. vide Warre . T TAlke . vide Words . Taunts . vide Disdaine . Tasting . 38 , 42 Teares . 188 , &c. Temperance . vide Sobriety . Temptation . 3 , 17 Terrour . vide Tyrants and Feare . Thankfulnesse . vide Kindnes . Thoughts . 185 , &c. Time. Tongue . 170 , &c. Treason . 114 , &c. Treasure . 28 , 40 , 43 , 57 , 62 , 64 , 71 Triall . 3 , 14 , 21 , 24 , 55 , 78 , 82 , 97 , 98 Trouble . vide Affliction . 10 , 63 Trueth . 13 , &c. Trust. 14 , 22 , 25 , 45 Tyranny . vide Tyrants . Tyrants . 111 , &c. V VAliancie . 86 , &c. Valour . 18 , 29 , 56 , 80 , 82 , 84 , 85 Vaine-glory . vide Pride . 94 Vanity . 18 , 26 , 44 , 50 , 53 Variety . vide Pleasure . Venery . vide Lust. Vertue . 16 , &c. Vice. 17 , &c. 62 , 82 Victory . 2 , 85 , 86 Violence . vide Crueltie . Virginity . 37 Vnderstanding . vide Wisdome . 56 Vnity . 12 , 38 , 82 , 96 Vnkindnesse . vide Affection . 29 Vowes . vide Oath . Vsury . vide Riches . W WAnt . 39 , 55 , 82 , 89 Wantonnesse . 31 , 33 , 38 , 39 , 41 Warre . 84 , &c. Wealth . 9 , 20 , 26 , 33 , 38 , 42 , 48 , &c. Weeping . vide Mourning . Wife . 38 , 46 Will. 18 , 29 , 30 , 43 , 44 , 46 , 49 , &c. Wine . vide Drunkennes . 10 , 20 Wisdome . 48 , &c. Wit. vide Wisdome . Wickednes . 3 , 63 , 86 , 89 , 93 Woe . vide Griefe . Women . 104 , &c. Words . 170 , &c. Workes . 22 , 32 , 60 , 75 , 86 World. 12 , 17 , 19 , 26 , 53 , 74 , 87 VVretchednesse . vide Misery . VVrath . vide Anger . 1 , 2 , 60 , 85 Y Youth . 219 Z Zeale . 21 , 22 , 23 A67349 ---- The second part of Mr. Waller's poems Containing, his alteration of The maids tragedy, and whatever of his is yet unprinted: together with some other poems, speeches, &c. that were printed severally, and never put into the first collection of his poems. Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. 1690 Approx. 116 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 70 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A67349 Wing W521A ESTC R219928 99831375 99831375 35838 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Speeches, addresses, etc. -- Early works to 1800. 2002-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-12 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 John Latta Sampled and proofread 2003-01 John Latta Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE Second Part OF Mr. Waller's POEMS . Containing , His Alteration of the MAIDS TRAGEDY , And whatever of his is yet unprinted : Together with some other Poems , Speeches , &c. that were Printed severally , and never put into the First Collection of his Poems . — Siquis tamen haec quoque siquis Captus amore leget . LONDON , Printed for Tho. Bennet , at the Half-Moon in St. Pauls Church-yard . MDCXC . Licensed , Sept. 26. 1689. EDMOND WALLER . esq r. AEtatis suae . 76. The Preface . THE Reader need be told no more in commendation of these Poems , than that they are Mr. Waller's : A Name that carries every thing in it , that 's either Great or Graceful in Poetry . He was indeed the Parent of English Verse , and the first that shew'd us our Tongue had Beauty and Numbers in it . Our Language owes more to him than the French does to Cardinal Ri●hlieu , and the whole Academy . A Poet cannot think of him , without being in the same rapture Lucretius is in , when Epicurus comes in his way . Tu pater & rerum inventor , Tu patria nobis Suppeditas praecepta : Tuesque ex Inclyte , chartis Floriferis ut Apes in sallibus omnia libant Omnia Nos itidem depascimur aureadicta : Aurea , perpetua semper dignissima vita . The Tongue came into his hands , like a rough Diamond ; he polish'd it first , and to that degree that all Artists since him have admired the Workmanship , without pretending to mend it . Sucklyn and Carew , I must confess , wrote some few things smoothly enough , but as all they did in this kind was not very considerable , so 't was a little later than the earliest pieces of Mr. Waller . He undoubtedly stands first in the List of Refiners , and for ought I know , last too ; for I question whether in Charles the Second's Reign , English did not come to its full perfection ; and whether it has not had its Augustean Age , as well as the Latin. It seems to be already mix'd with Foreign Languages , as far as its purity will bear ; and , as Chymists says of their Menstruums , to be quite sated with the Infusion . But Posterity will best judge of this — In the mean time , 't is a surprizing Reflection , that between what Spencer wrote last , and Waller first , there should not be much above twenty years distance : and yet the one's Language , like the Money of that time , is as currant now as ever ; whilst the other 's words are like old Coyns , one must go to an Antiquary to understand their true meaning and value . Such advances may a great Genius make , when it undertakes any thing in earnest ! Some Painters will hit the chief Lines , and master strokes of a Face so truly , that through all the differences of Age , the Picture shall still bear a Resemblance . This Art was Mr. Waller's ; he sought out , in this flowing Tongue of ours , what parts would last , and be of standing use and ornament ; and this he did so successfully , that his Language is now as fresh as it was at first setting out . Were we to judge barely by the wording , we could not know what was wrote at twenty , and what at fourscore . He complains indeed of a Tyde of words that comes in upon the English Poet , o'reflows whate're he builds : but this was less his case than any mans , that ever wrote ; and the mischief on 't is , this very complaint will last long enough to confute it self . For though English be mouldring Stone , as he tells us there ; yet he has certainly pick'd the best out of a bad Quarry . We are no less beholding to him for the new turn of Verse , which he brought in , and the improvement he made in our Numbers . Before his time , men Rhym'd indeed , and that was all : as for the harmony of measure , and that dance of words , which good ears are so much pleas'd with , they knew nothing of it . Their Poetry then was made up almost entirely of monosyllables ; which , when they come together in any cluster , are certainly the most harsh untunable things in the World. If any man doubts of this , let him read ten lines in Donne , and he 'll be quickly convinc'd . Besides , their Verses ran all into one another , and hung together , throughout a whole Copy , like the hook't Attoms , that compose a Body in Des Cartes . There was no distinction of parts , no regular stops , nothing for the Ear to rest upon — But as soon as the Copy began , down it went , like a Larum , incessantly ; and the Reader was sure to be out of Breath , before he got to the end of it . So that really Verse in those days was but down-right Prose , tagg'd with Rhymes . Mr. Waller remov'd all these faults , brought in more Polysyllables , and smoother measures ; bound up his thoughts better , and in a cadence more agreeable to the nature of the Verse he wrote in : So that where-ever the natural stops of that were , he contriv'd the little breakings of his sense so as to fall in with ' em . And for that reason , since the stress of our Verse lyes commonly upon the last Syllable , you 'll hardly ever find him using a word of no force there . I would say if I were not afraid the Reader would think me too nice , that he commonly closes with Verbs , in which we know the Life of Language consists . Among other improvements , we may reckon that of his Rhymes . Which are always good , and very often the better for being new . He had a fine Ear , and knew how quickly that Sense was cloy'd by the same round of chiming Words still returning upon it . 'T is a decided Case by the great Master of Writing . Quae sunt ampla & Pulchra , diu placere possunt ; quae lepida & concinna , ( amongst which Rhyme must , whether it will or no , take its place ) cito satietate afficiunt aurium sensum fastidiosissimum . This he understood very well , and therefore , to take off the danger of a Surfeit that way , strove to please by Variety , and new sounds . Had he carried this Observation ( among others ) as far as it would go , it must , methinks , have shown him the incurable fault of this jingling kind of Poetry , and have led his later judgment to blank Verse . But he continu'd an obstinate Lover of Rhyme to the very last : 'T was a Mistress , that never appear'd unhandsome in his Eyes , and was courted by him long after Sacharissa was forsaken . He had rais'd it , and brought it to that perfection we now enjoy it in : And the Poet's temper ( which has always a little vanity in it ) would not suffer him ever to slight a thing , he had taken so much pains to adorn . My Lord Roscommon was more impartial : No man ever Rhym'd truer and evener than he ; yet he is so just as to confess , that 't is but a Trifle , and to wish the Tyrant dethron'd , and blank Verse set up in its room . There is a third person , the living Glory of our English Poetry , who has disclaim'd the use of it upon the Stage , tho no man ever employ'd it there so happily as He. 'T was the strength of his Geinus that first brought it into credit in Plays ; and 't is the force of his Example that has thrown it out agen . In other kinds of writing it continues still ; and will do so , till some excellent Spirit arises , that has leisure enough , and resolution to break the charm , and free us from the troublesome bondage of Rhyming . As Mr. Milton very well calls it , and has prov'd it as well , by what he has wrote in another way . But this is a thought for times at some distance ; the present Age is a little too Warlike : It may perhaps furnish out matter for a good Poem in the next , but 't will hardly encourage one now : Without Prophesying , a Man may easily know , what sort of Lawrels are like to be in request ? Whilst I am talking of Verse , I find my self , I don't know how , betray'd into a great deal of Prose . I intended no more than to put the Reader in mind , what respect was due to any thing that fell from the Pen of Mr. Waller . I have heard his last Printed Copies , which are added in the several Editions of his Poems , very slightly spoken of ; but certainly they don't deserve it . They do indeed discover themselves to be his last , and that 's the worst we can say of ' em . He is there Iam Senior : Sed cruda Deo viridisque Senectus . The same censure perhaps will be past on the pieces of this second part . I shall not so far engage for 'em , as to pretend they are all equal to whatever he wrote in the vigour of his Youth . Yet they are so much of a piece with the rest , that any Man will at first sight know 'em to be Mr. Waller's . Some of 'em were wrote very early , but not put in former Collections , for reasons obvious enough , but which are now ceas'd . The Play was alter'd , to please the Court : 'T is not to be doubted who sat for the two Brothers Characters . 'T was agreeable to the sweetness of Mr. Waller's Temper , to soften the rigour of the Tragedy , as he expresses it ; but whether it be so agreeable to the Nature of Tragedy it self , to make every thing come off easily , I leave to the Criticks . In the Prologue , and Epilogue , there are a few Verses that he has made use of upon another occasion . But the Reader may be pleased to allow that in him , that has been allowed so long in Homer and Lucretius . Exact Writers dress up their thoughts so very well always , that when they have need of the same sense , they can't put it into other words , but it must be to its prejudice , Care has been taken in this Book to get together every thing of Mr. Waller's , that 's not put into the former Collection ; so that between both , the Reader may make the set compleat . It will perhaps be contended after all , that some of these ought not to have been Publish'd : And Mr. Cowly's decision will be urg'd , that a neat Tomb of Marble is a better Monument , than a great Pile of Rubbish , &c. It might be answer'd to this , that the Pictures and Poems of great Masters have been always valu'd , tho the last hand weren't put to ' em . And I believe none of those Gentlemen that will make the objection would refuse a Sketch of Raphael's , or one of Titian's draughts of the first sitting . I might tell 'em too , what care has been taken by the Learned , to preserve the Fragments of the Ancient Greek and Latin Poets : There has been thought to be a Divinity in what they said , and therefore the least pieces of it have been kept up and reverenc'd , like Religious reliques . And I am sure , take away the mille anni , and Impartial reasoning will tell us , there is as much due to the Memory of Mr. Waller , as to the most celebrated names of Antiquity . But to wave the dispute now of what ought to have been done ; I can assure the Reader , what would have been had this Edition been delay'd . The following Poems were got abroad , and in a great many hands : It were vain to expect that amongst so many admirers of Mr. Waller , they should not meet with one fond enough to Publish ' em . They might have staid indeed , till by frequent transcriptions they had been corrupted extreamly , and jumbled together with things of another kind : But then they would have found their way into the World. So 't was thought a greater piece of kindness to the Author , to put 'em out ; whilst they continue genuine and unmix'd ; and such , as he himself , were he alive might own . PROLOGUE TO THE MAIDS TRAGEDY . Alter'd by Mr. W. SCarce should we have the boldness to preter So long renown'd a Tragedy to mend , Had not already some deserv'd your praise With like attempt : Of all our elder Plays , This and Philaster have the lowdest fame , Great are their Faults , and glorious is their Flame . In both our English Genius is exprest ; Lofty and bold , but negligently drest . Above our Neighbours our Conceptions are , But faultless Writing is th' effect of Care. Our Lines reform'd , and not compos'd in haste ; Polisht like Marble , would like Marble last . But as the present , so the last Age writ ; In both we find like negligence and wit. Were we but less indulgent to our faults , And patience had to cultivate our thoughts . Our Muse would flourish , and a nobler rage Would honour this , than did the Graecian Stage . Thus says our Author , not content to see That Others write as carelesly as He , Tho he pretends not to make things compleat , Yet to please You , he 'd have the Poets sweat . In this old Play , what 's new we have exprest In rhiming Verse , distinguish'd from the rest : That , as the Roan its hasty ways does make , Not mingling Waters , thro Geneva's Lake : So having here the different stiles in view , You may compare the former with the new . If we less rudely shall the Knot unty , Soften the rigour of the Tragedy : And yet preserve each persons character : Then to the Other , This you may prefer . 'T is left to You : the Boxes and the Pit , Are soveraign Iudges of this sort of Wit. In other things the knowing Artist may Iudge better than the people : but a Play , Made for delight , and for no other use , If you approve it not , has no excuse . Enter Evadne , with a Page of Honour . Evad. AMintor lost , it were as vain a thing , As 't is prodigious , to destroy the King. Compell'd by Threats , to take that bloody Oath , And the Act ill , I am absolv'd by both . A Vestal vow'd , with pity I look down On the Kings Love , and fierce Melantius frown . These will to both my resolutions bring : Page , give Melantius that , these to the King. Exit Page with Letters . Under how hard a fate are Women born ! Priz'd to their ruine , or expos'd to scorn ! The pow'r of Princes Armies overthrows : What can our Sex against such force oppose ? Love and Ambition have an equal share In their vast Treasures , and it costs as dear To ruine us , as Nations to subdue : But we are faulty , tho all this be true . For Towns are starv'd , or batter'd e're they yield : But We perswaded rather than compell'd : For things superfluous neglect our Fame , And weakly render up our selves to shame . But here 's the sacred place , where we may have , Before we dye , an honourable Grave . The Dead , and they that live retired here , Obtain like pardon from the most severe . She knocks and the Abbess enters . Abb. The great Evadne visiting our Cell ! Evad. 'T is not to visit you , but here to dwell . Can you find room for one so bad as I , That humbly begs she may among you dye ? Abb. You that so early can correct your thoughts , May hope for pardon for your greatest faults . Happy is she , who from the World retires , And carries with her what the World admires ! Thrice happy she , whose young thoughts fix'd above , While she is lovely , does to Heav'n make Love. I need not urge your promise , e're you find An entrance here , to leave the World behind . Evad. My guilty Love Devotion shall succeed . Love , such as mine was , tho a dang'rous Weed , Shews the rich soyl , on which it grew so high , May yield as fair a Crop of Piety . But of all passions , I Ambition find Hardest to banish from a glorious mind . Yet Heav'n our object made , Ambition may , As well as Love , be turn'd a nobler way . Still I ascend — it is a step above A Princes favour , to belong to Iove . They both go in , and the door shuts . Enter Melantius alone , with a Letter in his hand . Mel. Among the Vestals ! she 'll corrupt them all , And teach them from their Sacred Vow to fall . The standing Regiments , the Fort , the Town , All but this wicked Sister is our own . O! that I could but have surpriz'd the Wretch , Before she did the place of refuge reach ! That fatal Beast , maliciously forsworn , Twice false Evadne , thus I would have torn . Tears the Paper with fury But this design admits of no delay , And our Revenge must find some speedy way . I 'll sound Lucippus , he has always paid Respect to my deserts : could he be made To joyn with us , we might preserve the State ; And take revenge , without our Countrys fate . He loves his Brother , but a present Crown Cannot but tempt a Prince so near Throne . He 's full of Honour : tho he like it not , If once he swear , he 'll not reveal the Plot. Exit . The King enters alone . King. Melantius false ! it cannot be , and yet When I remember how I merit it , He is presented to my guilty mind Less to his Duty , than Revenge inclin'd . 'T is not my nature to suspect my friends , Or think they can have black malicious ends . 'T is doing wrong creates such doubts as these , Renders us jealous , and destroys our peace . Happy the Innocent , whose equal thoughts Are free from anguish , as they are from faults . Enter Page with a Letter . Page . 'T is from Evadne , Sir. Exit . King. Why should she use Her Pen to me ? 't is some important news ! Reads the Letter . From among the Vestals . [ Strangely dated ! ] WHere I am retir'd from the rage of my offended Brothers . I wish you were as secure from their Revenge . They aim at your Life , and made me swear to take it . They have got possession of the Fort , and are assur'd of the inclination both of the Souldiers and Citizens . My first Prayer is to the Gods for your preservation ; my next to your Majesty , that if they return to their duty , you would afford them your Grace . Enter about the middle of the Letter Melantius and Lucippus whispering . O my presaging thoughts ! how right are you ! All that Callianax affirm'd is true . The Crown we hazard , when at home we stay , And teach our forces others to obey . Conduct of Armies is a Princes Art : And when a Subject acts that Royal Part , As he in Glory rises , we grow less : While our Arms prosper , ruin'd by success . For in a Court what can so dreadful be , As one more glorious than our selves to see ! Seeing them whisper . But there 's Melantius — to Lucippus ear ; What 't is he trusts , I 'll step aside and hear . He hides himself , to hearken to their discourse . Lucipp . How am I caught with an unwary Oath , Not to reveal the secret , which I loath ! To stain my Conscience with my Brothers blood , To be a King ! No , not to be a God. He that with patience can such Treason hear , Tho he consent not , has a Guilty Ear. Unto thy self pronounce the name of King ; That word will keep thee from so foul a thing . Mel. Sir , your fond care & kindness comes too late , To save your Brother , or prevent my hate : The People mutiny , the Fort is mine , And all the Souldiers to my will incline ; Of all his Servants he has lost the heart , In his own Court I have the nobler part : Unto your self pronounce the name of King ; That word will tell you 't is no trivial thing That you are offer'd : Do not storm and frown At my endeavours to preserve the Crown . Wear it your self ; occasion will not stay ; 'T is lost unless you take it while you may . Tumult and ruine will o'rewh●lm the State , And you 'll be guilty of your Countrys fate . Luc. aside . Some form'd design against the K. is laid ; Let 's try how far our reason may perswade . To him . The Crown you value so , my Brother bears Upon his Head , and with it all the cares ; While I enjoy th' advantage of his State , And all the Crown can give , except the weight ▪ Long may he live , that is so far above All Vice , all Passion , but excess of Love. And can th' effects of Love appear so strange , That into Beasts our greatest Gods can change ! Mel. The deathless Gods , when they commit a Rape Disguis'd a while , again resume their Shape ; But Princes once turn'd into Beasts , remain For ever so , and should , like Beasts , be slain . Luc. Tho more in years , you have a Mistress still And for that fault would you your Soveraign kill Love is the frailty of Heroic minds , And where great Vertues are our pardon finds . Brutes may be Chast ; Pidgeons , Swans and Doves Are more confin'd , than we are , in their Loves . Justice and Bounty , in a Prince , are things That Subjects make as happy as their Kings . Will you contract the guilt of Royal Blood ? And rob your Country of her chiefest good ? Mel. Of one , whose Lust his Family has stain'd , By whose good Conduct he securely reign'd . Luc. Of one , whose choice first made your Valour known , And with whose Armies you have got renown . 'T is all the gratitude Subjects can shew , To bear with Patience what their Princes do . Mel. Yet Brutus did not let proud Tarquin scape . Luc. The Prince his Son was guilty of a Rape . For Joys extorted with a violent hand , A just revenge might with your honour stand . But should a Prince , because he does comply With one , that 's fair , and not unwilling , dye ? Or is it fit the people should be taught Your Sisters frailty , with my Brothers fault ? Mel. Let her be known unchast , so it be said , That he that durst perswade her to 't is dead . Luc. The King has wrong'd you : Is it just that yo● Mischief to me and the whole Nation do ? Mel. A brave Man rather than not take reveng● Just , or unjust , should the whole World unhing● Luc. Yet of all Vertues , Justice is the best , Valour , without it , is a common Pest. Pirates and Thieves , too oft with Courage grac'd Shew us how ill that Vertue may be plac'd . 'T is our complexion makes us chast or brave ; Justice from Reason , and from Heav'n we have . All other Vertues dwell but in the blood , That in the Soul , and gives the name of good ; Justice , the Queen of Vertues , you despise , And only rude and savage Valour prize . To your revenge you think the King and all That Sacred is , a Sacrifice should fall : The Town be ruin'd , and this Isle laid wast , Only because your Sister is not chast . Can you expect , that she should be so sage To rule her blood , and you not rule your rage ? Both soul distempers are , but yours the worse , Less pleasure has , and brings a greater curse . Mel. In Idle Rhodes Philosophers are bred , And you , young Prince , are in their Morals read . Nor is it hard for one that feels no wrong , For patient duty to employ his Tongue . Oppression makes men mad , and from their breast , All reason does , and sense of duty wrest . The Gods are safe , when under wrongs we groan , Only because we cannot reach their Throne . Shall Princes then , that are but Gods of clay , Think they may safely with our honour play ? Reward a Souldiers Merit with a stain To his whole Race , and yet securely Reign ? Farewel ! I know so brave a Man will scorn To tell the secret , unto which he 's sworn . Luc. aside . I promis'd Secresy , but did not say I would look tamely on . To him . Melantius stay : Tho you surpriz'd me , and my hasty word Restrains my Tongue , it tyes not up my Sword. Of other Vertues tho you are bereft By your wild rage , I know your Valour 's left . Swear not to touch my Brother , or with speed Behind the Castle-wall let 's meet . Mel. Agreed . Exit . Lucip. Mel. His well-known Vertue , and his constant Love , To his bad Brother may the people move : I 'll take the occasion , which he gives , to bring Him to his Death , and then destroy the King. Ex. Mel. Enter the King as discovering himself . King. O! what an happiness it is to find A friend of our own blood , a Brother kind ! A Prince so good , so just , so void of fear , Is of more value than the Crown I wear . The Kingdom offer'd , if he would engage , He has refus'd with a becoming rage . Happy this Isle , with such a Hero blest ; What Vertue dwells not in his Loyal Breast ? Enter Strato . Str. Sir , we are lost , Melantius has the Fort , And the Town rises to assault the Court : Wherein they 'll find the strongest part their own : If you 'll preserve your self , you must be gone . I have a Garden opens to the Sea , From whence I can your Majesty convey To some near friend . King. There with your Shallop stay : The Game 's not lost , I have one Card to play . Suffer not Diphilus to leave the Court , But bid him presently to me resort . Exit Strato . Had not this Challenge stopt the impendent fate , We must have perisht with the ruin'd State. Forts , Souldiers , Citizens , of all bereft , There 's nothing but our private Valour lest : If he survive , I have not long to Reign ; But he that 's injur'd should be fairly slain . The people for their Darling would repine , If he should fall by any hand , but mine . Less wise than valiant , the vain man is gone To fight a Duel , when his work was done . Should I command my Guards to find him , where He meets my Brother , and destroy him there , All hope of Peace for ever would be lost , And the wise Rabble would adore his Ghost . Dead , than alive , he would do greater harm , And the whole Island , to revenge him , arm . So popular , so mighty have I made This fighting man , while I liv'd in the Shade . But 't was a double fault to raise him so , And then dishonour on his house to throw . Ill govern'd passions in a Princes Breast , Hazard his private , and the public rest . But Errors , not to be recall'd , do find Their best redress from presence of the mind . Courage our greatest failings does supply , And makes all good , or handsomely we dye . Life is a thing of common use , by Heav'n As well to Flyes , as unto Princes giv'n . But , for the Crown , 't is a more sacred thing : I 'll dying lose it , or I 'll live a King. Enter Diphilus . Come , Diphilus , we must together walk , And of a matter of importance talk . Diph. aside . What fate is this ! had he stayd half an hour , The rising Town had steed me from his Power . Exeunt : Scene changes into a Field : Into which enter Lucippus and Melantius , with Swords drawn . Mel. Be yet advis'd , th' injurious King forsake ; Death , or a Scepter from Melantius take . Lucip. Be thou advis'd , thy black design forsake ; Death , or this Counsel from Lucippus take . Mel. Youth and vain confidence thy life betray ; Thro Armies this has made Melantius's way . Lucip. Drawn for your King , that Sword would wonders do ; The better Cause makes mine the sharper now . Thy brutal anger does the Gods defy ; Kings are their care , resume thy Loyalty : Or from thy guilty Head I 'll pluck the Bays , And all thy Triumphs shall become my praise . Mel. That shall be quickly try'd . Enter the King with Diphilus . King. With Sword in hand ' Like a good Brother , by your Brother stand . Diph. Glad that your pleasure lies this noble way . I never did more willingly obey . King. Thy Life , Melantius , I am come to take , Of which foul Treason does a forfeit make . To do Thee honour , I will shed that blood , Which the just Laws , if I were faultless , should . Mel. 'T is bravely urg'd , Sir ; but , their Guards away , Kings have but small advantage of the Law. King. Having infring'd the Law , I wave my right As King , and thus submit my self to fight . Why did not you your own sierce hand employ , As I do mine , and tell the reason why ? A Subject should be heard before he 's slain : And does less right belong to us that Reign ? Mel. If , as unjust , I could have thought you brave , This way I chosen had Revenge to have . A way so noble , that I must confess , Already I begin to hate you less . So unexpected and so brave a thing , Makes me remember that you are my King. And I would rather be contented , since He challeng'd first , to combat with that Prince . That so , a Brother for a Sister chang'd , We may be of your wanton Pride reveng'd . King. 'T was I that wrong'd you , you my Life have sought ; No Duel ever was more justly sought . We both have reason for our fatal wrath : Nor is it fit the World should hold us both . Lucippus to the King apart . Me for what nobler use can you reserve , Than thus the Crown from danger to preserve ? Members expose themselves , to save the Head : This way he shall be satisfy'd , or dead . Melantius to his Brother apart . Tho foul Injustice Majesty did stain , This noble carriage makes it bright again . When Kings with Courage act , something divine That calls for Reverence , does about them shine . Diph. Were we born Princes , we could not expect For an affront receiv'd ; greater respect . They that with sharpest Injuries are stung , If fairly fought withal , forget the wrong . A thousand pitties such a Royal pair Should run this hazard for a wanton fair . Mel. Let us fright so , as to avoid th' extream Either of fearing or of killing them . Lucippus apart to his Brother . Sir , you should wield a Scepter , not a Sword , Nor with your Weapon kill , but with your Word . The Gods by others execute their will. K. Yet Heav'n does oft with its own Thunder kill : And when Necessity and Right command , A Sword is Thunder in a Soveraign's hand . Let us dispatch , lest any find us here , Before we fight ; or he grow less severe . Here they all Fight . Lucippus to the King. Hold Sir , they only guard , and still give place , To them . Fight us , as Enemies , or ask for Grace . Mel. I never thought I could expedient see , On this side death , to right our Family . The Royal Sword thus drawn , has cur'd a wound For which no other Salve could have been found . Your Brothers now in Arms our selves we boast , As satisfaction for a Sister lost . The blood of Kings expos'd , washes a stain Cleaner , than thousands of the Vulgar slain . You have our pardon , Sir ; and humbly now , As Subjects ought , we beg the same of you . Here they both kneel . Pardon our guilty Rage , which here takes end , For a lost Sister , and a ruin'd Friend . Luc. Let your great heart a gracious motion feel : Is 't not enough , you see Melantius kneel ? I 'll be a pledge for both , they shall be true As heretofore ; and you shall trust 'em too . His Loyal Arm shall still support the State , And you no more provoke so just an hate . King. Rise , brave Melantius , I thy pardon sign , With as much Joy , as I am proud of mine . Rise , Valiant Diphilus , I hope you 'll both Forget my fault , as I shall your just wrath . Diph. Valour reveal'd in Princes does redeem Their greatest faults , and crowns them with esteem . Use us with Honour , and we are your Slaves , To bleed for you , when least occasion craves . King. With Honour and with Trust this Land shall know , After my Brother , none so great as you . Enter the Kings Guards . Mel. If these approach us , Sir , by your command , Take back your Pardon , on our guard we stand . The King steps between ' em . King. What over-diligence has brought you here Captain of the Guards . Such as you 'll pardon when the News you hear Amintor is retir'd , Aspasia gone , And a strange humour does possess the Town . They arm apace , Sir , and aloud declare Things which we dare not whisper in your Ear. The Council met , your Guards to find you sent , And know your pleasure in this Exigent . This honour'd person you might justly fear , Were he not Loyal , and amongst us here . They say his merit 's ill return'd , and cry , With great Melantius they will live and dye . Mel. Sir , not your Power , but Vertue made me bow ; For all he tells you , I did kneeling know . Tho now the faithfulst of your Subjects , we Have been the cause of all this Mutiny . Go comfort , Sir , Amintor , while we run To stop the rage of this revolting Town ; And let them know the happiness they have In such a Royal pair , so just , so brave . Lend me your Guards , that if perswasion fail , Force may against the Mutineers prevail . K. to the Guards . Go , and obey , with as exact a care , All his commands , as if our self were there . He that depends upon another , must Oblige his Honour with a boundless trust . Exeunt King and Lucippus . Mel. How vain is Man ! how quickly changed are His wrath and fury to a Loyal care ! This drawn but now against my Soveraigns Breast , Before 't is sheath'd shall give him peace and rest . Exeunt Brothers and Guards . And the Scene changes into a Forrest . Enter Aspasia . Asp. They say , wild Beasts inhabit here ; But Grief and Wrong secure my fear . Compar'd to him that does refuse , A Tyger's kind , for he pursues . To be forsaken's worse than torn , And Death a lesser ill than scorn . Oh! that some hungry Beast would come , And make himself Aspasia's Womb ! If none accept me for a Prey , Death must be found some other way . Not long since , walking in the Field , I and my Nurse , we there beheld A goodly fruit ; which tempting me , I would have pluck'd ; but trembling she , Whoever pluck'd those Berries , cry'd , In less than half an hour dy'd . Some God direct me to the Bough , On which those useful Berries grow ! Exit . Enter Amintor alone . Am. Repentance , which became Evadne so , Would no less handsome in Amintor show . She ask'd me pardon ; but Aspasia I , Injur'd alike , suffer to pine and dye . 'T is said , that she this dangerous Forrest haunts , And in sad accents utters her complaints . Not ev'ry Lady does from Vertue fall , Th' Injurious King doesn't possess 'em all . Women are govern'd by a stubborn fate , Their Love 's insuperable as their hate . No merit their aversion can remove , Nor ill requital can efface their Love. If I can find her , e're she perish , I Will gain her pardon , or before her dye . Well I deserv'd Evadne's scorn to prove , That to Ambition sacrific'd my Love. Fools that consult their Avarice or Pride ! To chuse a Wife , Love is our noblest Guide . Exit . Enter Aspasia alone , with a Bough in her hand , ful● of fair Berries . Asp. This happy Bough shall give relief , Not to my hunger , but my grief . In colder Regions men compose Poyson with Art , but here it grows . How lovely these ill Berries show ! And so did false Amintor too . Heav'n would ensnare us — who can scape , When fatal things have such a shape ? The Birds know how to chuse their fare , To peck this fruit they all forbear . Those chearful Singers know not why They should make any haste to dye : And yet they Couple — Can they know Love , without knowing Sorrow too ? Nothing in vain the Gods create This Bough was made to hasten fate . 'T was in compassion of our woe , That Nature first made Poysons grow ; For hopeless Wretches , such as I , Kindly providing means to dye . As Mothers do their Children keep , She feeds us , and she makes us sleep : The indispos'd she does invite To go to Bed before 't is night . Death always is to come , or past : If it be ill , it cannot last . Sure 't is a thing was never known ; For when that 's present , we are gone . 'T is an imaginary Line , Which does our being here confine . Dead we shall be , as when unborn ; And then I knew nor Love , nor Scorn . But say we are to live elsewhere , What has the Innocent to fear ? Can I be treated worse below , Than here ? or more unjustly ? No! Justice from hence long since is gone , And reigns where I shall be anon . Like Slaves redeem'd , Death sets us free From Passion , and from Injury . The Living chain'd to Fortunes Wheel , In Triumph led , her changes feel : And Conquerors kept Poysons by , Prepar'd for her Inconstancy . Bays against Thunder might defend their Brow : But against Love and Fortune here 's the Bow. Here she puts some of the Berries to her mouth Enter Amintor in haste , strikes the Berries out of her . hand , and snatches the Bough . Am. Rash Maid , forbear ; and lay those Berries by , Or give them him that has deserv'd to dye . Asp. What double Cruelty is this ? Would you That made me wretched , keep me always so ? Evadne has you : let Aspasia have The common refuge of a quiet grave . If you have kindness left , there see me laid : To bury decently the injur'd Maid , Is all the favour that you can bestow , Or I receive — Pray render me my Bough . Am. No less than you , was your Amintor wrong'd : The false Evadne to the King belong'd . You had my promise , and my Bed is free ; I may be yours , if you can pardon me . Asp. Your Vows to her were in the Temple paid , The sacred Altar Witness'd what you said . Am. The pow'rs above are to no place confin'd , But every where hear promises that bind . The Heav'n , the Air , Earth , and the boundless Sea. Make but one Temple for the Deity . That was a Witness to my former Vow : None can Amintor justly claim , but you . Who gives himself away the second time , Creates no title , but commits a Crime . Asp. I could have dy'd but once ; but this believ'd , I may ( alas ! ) be more than once deceiv'd . By what new Gods , Amintor , will you swear ? Am. By the same Gods , that have been so severe By the same Gods , the justice of whose Wrath. Punish'd the infraction of my former faith . May every Lady an Evadne prove , That shall divert me from Aspasia's Love. Asp. If ever you should prove inconstant now , I shall remember where these Berries grow . Am. My Love was always constant ; but the King , Melantius friendship , and that fatal thing Ambition , me on proud Evadne threw ; And made me cruel to my self , and you . But if you still distrust my faith , I vow Here in your presence I 'll devour the Bough . Asp. Snatching the Bough from him . Rash Man , forbear ! if not restrain'd by doubt , From my stretcht heart my Spirits would fly out . But for the mixture of some unbelief , My Joy had been as fatal as my Grief . The sudden news of unexpected bliss , Would yet have made a Tragedy of this . Secure of my Amintor , still I fear Evadne's mighty friend , the King. Am. He 's here . Enter the King , and his Brother , to them . King , turning to his Brother . How shall I look upon that noble Youth , So full of Patience , Loyalty , and Truth ? The fair Aspasia I have injur'd too , The guilty author of their double woe . My passion gone , and reason in the Throne , Amaz'd I see the mischiefs I have done . After a Tempest , when the Winds are laid , The calm Sea wonders at the wrecks it made . Am. Men wrong'd by Kings impute it to their sate , And Royal kindness never comes too late : So when Heav'n frowns , we think our anger vain ; Joyful and thankful when it smiles again . Taking Aspasia by the hand . This knot you broke , be pleas'd again to bind , And we shall both forget you were unkind . King. May you be happy , and your sorrows past , Set off those Joys I wish may ever last . But , Madam , make not that fair fruit your food : It is the greatest Poyson in the Wood. Am. She knows it , Sir ; yet , had not I made haste , Upon these Berries she had broke her fast . K. Read this . Am. Evadne with the Vestals ! Now You 'll have no more occasion for this Bough . Enter a Messenger from Melantius , applying himself to the King. Mess. Melantius , Sir , has let the people know How just you are , and how he 's grac'd by you . The Town 's appeas'd , and all the air does ring With repititions of Long live the King. Luc. Sir , let us to the Sacred Temple go , That you are safe our Joy and Thanks to shew . King. Of all we offer to the Pow'rs above , The sweetest Incense is fraternal Love. Like the rich Clouds that rise from melted Gums , It spreads it self , and the whole Isle perfumes . For such a Brother , to th' Immortal Gods More thanks I owe , than for the Crown of Rhodes . EPILOGUE , Spoken by the King. THE fierce Melantius was content , you see , The King should live ; be not more fierce than he . Too long indulgent to so rude a Time ; When Love was held so capital a Crime , That a Crown'd Head could no compassion find ; But dy'd , because the Killer had been kind . Nor is 't less strange such mighty Wits as those Should use a Style in Tragedy , like Prose . Well sounding Verse , where Princes tread the Stage , Should speak their Vertue , or describe their rage . By the lowd Trumpet , which our Courage aids , We learn that sound , as well as sense , perswades . And Verses are the potent charms we use , Heroic Thoughts and Vertue to infuse . When next we act this Tragedy again , Vnless you like the Change , we shall be slain . The innocent Aspasia's Life or Death , Amintor's too , depends upon your breath . Excess of Love was heretofore the cause ; Now if we dye , 't is want of your applause . EPILOGUE , Design'd upon the first alteration of the Play ; when the King only was left alive . ASpasia bleeding on the Stage does lye , To shew you still 't is the Maids Tragedy . The fierce Melantius , &c. as before , to — the Killer had been kind . This better natur'd Poet had repriev'd Gentle Amintor too , had he believ'd The fairer Sex his pardon could approve Who to Ambition sacrific'd his Love. Aspasia he had spar'd ; but for her Wound , Neglected Love , there could no Salve be found . When next we act this Tragedy again , Unless you like the change , I must be slain . Excess of Love was heretofore the Cause ; Now if I dye , 't is want of your Applause . Some Verses that seem to be a part of the foregoing Play. NO Forrest , Cave , nor Savage Den , Holds more pernicious Beasts , than Men. Vows , Oaths , and Contracts they devise , And tell us they are Sacred Tyes . And so they are , in our esteem ; But empty Names despis'd by them . Women with studied Arts they vex : Ye Gods , destroy that impious Sex ! And if there must be some t' invoke Your Pow'rs , and make your Altars smoke ; Come down your selves , and in their place , Get a more just , and nobler Race : Such as the old World did adorn , When Heroes , like your selves , were born : But this I wish not for Aspasia's sake ; For she no God would for Amintor take . Epitaph on the Lady Sidly . HEre lyes the learned Savil's Heir , So early wise , and lasting fair ; That none , except her years they told , Thought her a Child , or thought her old . All that her Father knew or got , His Art , his Wealth , fell to her Lot : And she so well improv'd that Stock ; Both of his Knowledge and his Flock ; That Wit and Fortune reconcil'd , In her , upon each other smil'd . Whilst she to ev'ry well-taught mind Was so propitiously inclin'd ; And gave such Title to her store , That none , but th' ignorant , were poor . The Muses daily found supplys Both from her hands , and from her eyes . Her bounty did at once engage , And matchless Beauty warm their rage . Such was this Dame in calmer days , Her Nations ornament and praise . But , when a Storm disturb'd our Rest , The Port and Refuge of th' opprest . This made her fortune understood , And look'd on as some public good . So that , her Person and her State Exempted from the common Fate , In all our Civil Fury she Stood , like a Sacred Temple , free . May here her Monument stand so , To credit this rude age ; and shew To future times , that even we Some patterns did of Vertue see : And one sublime Example had Of good , among so many bad . Epitaph , unfinished . GReat Soul , for whom Death will no longer stay , But sends in haste to snatch our Bliss away . O cruel Death ! to those you take more kind , Than to the wretched Mortals left behind ! Here Beauty , Youth and noble Vertue shin'd , Free from the Clouds of Pride that shade the mind . Inspired Verse may on this Marble live , But can no honour to thy Ashes give . The Triple Combat . WHen thro the World fair Mazarine had run , Bright as her fellow-Traveller , the Sun ; Hither at length the Roman Eagle flys , As the last Triumph of her conqu'ring Eyes . As Heir to Iulius , she may pretend A second time to make this Nation bend . But Portsmouth , springing from the ancient race Of Britains , which the Saxon here did chase , As they great Caesar did opppose , makes head ; And does against this new Invader lead . That goodly Nymph , the taller of the two , Careless and fearless to the field does go . Becoming blushes on the other wait , And her young look excuses want of height . Beauty gives Courage ; for she knows the day Must not be won the Amazonian way . Nor does her Grace the better title want ; Our Law 's indulgent to the Occupant . Legions of Beauties to the Battel come , For little Britain these , and those for Rome . Drest to advantage , this Illustrious Pair Arriv'd , for Combat in the List appear . Venus had been an equal friend to both , And Victory to declare her self seems loth . What may the fates design ! for never yet From distant Regions two such Beauties met ? Over the Camp with doubtful Wings she flys , Till Chloris shining in the Field she spys . The lovely Chloris Shining well attended came , A thousand graces waited on the Dame. Her matchless form made all the English glad , And foreign Beauties less assurance had . Yet , like the Three on Ida's Top , they all Pretend alike , contesting for the Ball. Which to determine Love himself declin'd , Lest the neglected should become less kind . Such killing looks ! so thick the Arrows fly ! That 't is unsafe to be a stander by . Poets approaching to describe the fight , Are by their wounds instructed how to write . They , with less hazard , might look on and draw The ruder Combats in Alsatia . And with that Foil of violence and rage Set off the splendour of the Golden Age : Where Love gives Law , Beauty the Scepter sways ; And uncompell'd , the happy World obeys . To Mr. Killegrew , upon his altering his Play Pandora , from a Tragedy into a Comedy , because not approv'd on the Stage . SIR , you should rather teach our Age the way Of Judging well , than thus have chang'd your Play. You had oblig'd us by employing Wit , Not to Reform Pandora , but the Pit. For as the Nightingale , without the Throng Of other Birds , alone attends her Song : While the lowd Daw , his Throat displaying , draws The whole assembly of his fellow-Daws . So must the Writer , whose productions should Take with the Vulgar , be of vulgar mould : Whilst nobler fancies make a flight too high For common view , and lessen as they fly . Some Verses belonging to a Copy in the First Part of his Poems , entitled , Vpon a War with Spain , and a Fight at Sea : The Close of it was Originally thus . WIth these returns Victorious Mountagu , With Lawrels in his hand , and half Peru. Let the brave Generals divide that Bough , Our great Protector hath such Wreaths enough . His conquering Head has no more room for Bays : Then let it be ▪ as the glad Nation prays . Let the rich Ore forthwith be melted down , And the State fix'd by making him a Crown . With Ermin clad and Purple , let him hold A Royal Scepter , made of Spanish Gold. On the Picture of a fair Youth , taken after he was dead . This Copy is Printed Imperfectly in the first part of his poems . AS gather'd Flowers , whilst their wounds are new , Look gay and fresh , as on the stalk they grew ; Torn from the Root that nourish'd 'em , a while , Not taking notice of their fate , they smile ; And in the hand , which rudely pluckt 'em , show Fairer than those that to their Autumn grow : So love and Beauty still that visage grace , Death cannot fright 'em from their wonted place ; Alive the hand of crooked Age had marr'd Those lovely features , which cold Death has spar'd . No wonder then he sped in Love so well , When his high passion he had breath to tell , When that accomplish'd Soul in this fair frame , No business had but to perswade that Dame : Whose mutual Love advanc'd the Youth so high , That , but to Heav'n , he could no higher fly . Long and Short Life . CIrcles are prais'd , not that abound In largeness , but th' exactly round . So Life we praise , that does excel Not in much time , but acting well . Prologue to the Lady Actors . AMaze us not with that Majestic Frown , But lay aside the greatness of your Crown . For your diversion here we act in Jest ; But when we act our selves , we do our best . You have a Look , which does your people awe , When in your Throne and Robes you give 'em Law. Lay it by here , and give a gentler smile ; Such as we see great Ioves in Picture , while He listens to Apollo's charming Lyre , Or judges of the Songs he does inspire . Comedians on the Stage shew all their skill , And after do as Love and Fortune will. We are less careful , hid in this disguise ; In our own Clothes more serious , and more wise . Modest at home , upon the Stage more bold , We feign warm Lovers , tho our Breasts be cold . A fault committed here deserves no scorn , If we act well the parts , to which we 're born . To Mr. Creech , on his Translation of Lucretius . WHat all men wisht , tho few cou'd hope to see ▪ We are now blest with , and oblig'd by Thee . Thou from the ancient Learned Latin store , Giv'st us one Author , and we hope for more . May they enjoy thy Thoughts — Let not the Stage The Idl'st Moment of thy hours engage . Each year that place some wondrous Monster breeds , And the Wits Garden is o're-run with Weeds . There Farce is Comedy , Bombast call'd Strong ; Soft words , with nothing in 'em , make a Song . 'T is hard to say they steal 'em now adays , For sure the Ancients never wrote such Plays . These scribbling Insects have what they deserve , Not Plenty , nor the Glory for to starve . That Spencer knew , That Tasso felt before , And Death found surly Ben exceeding poor . Heaven turn the Omen from their Image here , May he with Joy the well-plac'd Lawrel wear : Great Virgil's happier fortune may he find , And be our Caesar , like Augustus , kind . But let not this disturb thy tuneful head , Thou writ'st for thy Delight , and not for Bread ; Thou art not curst to write thy Verse with care , But art above what other Poets fear . What may we not expect from such a hand , That has , with Books , Himself at free Command ? Thou know'st in Youth what Age has sought in vain And bring'st forth Sons without a Mothers Pain : So easie is thy Sense , thy Verse so sweet , Thy Words so proper , and thy Phrase so fit , We read , and read again , and still admire Whence came this Youth , and whence this wondrous Fire Pardon this Rapture , Sir ; but who can be Cold and unmov'd , yet have his thoughts on thee ▪ Thy Goodness may my several faults forgive , And by your help these wretched lines may live : But if when view'd by your severer sight , They seem unworthy to behold the Light , Let them with speed in deserv'd flames be thrown They 'll send no sighs , nor murmur out a groan , But dying silently your justice own . On the D. of Monmouth's Expedition into Scotland , in the Summer Solstice , 1678. SWift as Ioves Messenger , the Winged God , With Sword as Potent as his Charming Rod , He flew to Execute the Kings Command , And in a moment reach'd that Northern Land ; Where Day contesting with approaching Night , Assists the Heroe with continu'd Light. On Foes surpriz'd , and by no Night conceal'd , He might have rush'd ; but Noble Pity held His Hand a while , and to their choice gave space , Which they would prove , his Valour , or his Grace . This not well heard , his Cannon louder spoke , And then , like Lightning , thro that Cloud he broke ; His Fame , his Conduct , and that Martial Look , The guilty Scotch with such a Terror strook , That to his Courage they resign the Field , Who to his Bounty had refus'd to yield : Glad that so little Loyal Blood it cost , He grieves so many Britains should be lost ; Taking more Pains , when he beheld them yield , To save the Fliers , than to win the Field . And at the Court his Interest did employ , That none , who scap'd his fatal Sword , should dye And now these rash bold Men their Error find , Not trusting one beyond his Promise kind ; One whose great Mind , so bountiful and brave , Had learnt the Arts to Conquer and to Save . In Vulgar Breasts no Royal Vertues dwell , Such deeds as these his high Extraction tell ; And gives a secret Joy to him who Reigns , To see his Blood Triumph in Monmouth's Veins : To see a Leader , whom he got and chose , Firm to his Friends , and fatal to his Foes . But seeing Envy , like the Sun , does beat With scorching Rayes , on all that 's high and great ; This , ill requited Monmouth , is the Bough The Muses send to shade thy Conqu'ring Brow. Lampoons , like Squibs , may make a present blaze , But Time and Thunder pay respect to Bays . Cover'd with Dust at one another thrown , How can the lustre of their Wit be shown ! Achilles Arms dazles our present view , Kept by the Muse as radiant and as new , As from the Forge of Vulcan first they came ; Thousands of years are past , and they the same : Such care she takes , to pay desert with Fame . Then which no Monarch , for his Crowns defence Knows how to give a Nobler Recompence . Pride . NOT the brave Macedonian Youth alone , But base Caligula , when on the Throne , Boundless in Pow'r , would make himself a God ; As if the World depended on his Nod. The Syrian King to Beasts was headlong thrown , E're to himself he could be mortal known . The meanest wretch , if Heav'n should give him Line Would never stop , till he were thought divine . All might within discern the Serpents pride , If from our selves nothing our selves did hide . Let the proud Peacock his gay feathers spread , And wooe the Female to his painted Bed. Let Winds and Seas together rage and swell , This Nature teaches , and becomes 'em well . Pride was not made for Man : a conscious sense Of Guilt , and Folly , and their consequence Destroys the claim ; and to beholders tells , Here nothing , but the shape of manhood , dwells . Of Tea , commended by Her Majesty . VEnus her Myrtle , Phoebus has his Bays ; Tea both excels , which she vouchsafes to praise . The best of Queens , and best of Herbs we owe , To that bold Nation , which the way did shew To the fair Region , where the Sun does rise ; Whose rich Productions we so justly prize . The Muses Friend , Tea , does our fancy aid ; Repress those Vapours , which the head invade : And keeps that Palace of The Soul serene , Fit on her Birth-day to salute the Queen . Panegyrick upon O. Cromwell . WHile , with a strong , and yet a gentle hand , You bridle Faction , & our Hearts command Protect us from our selves , and from our foe , Make us Unite , and make us Conquer too Let partial Spirits still aloud complain , Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Reign And own no Liberty but when they may Without Controul upon their fellows prey . Above the waves as Neptune show'd his face , To chide the Winds , and save the Trojan Race ; So has your Highness , rais'd above the rest , Storms of Ambition tossing us represt . Your Drooping Country , torn with Civil Hate , Restor'd by you , is made a Glorious State : The Seat of Empire , where the Irish come , And the unwilling Scot , to fetch their doom ▪ The Sea 's our own , and now all Nations greet , With bending Sails each Vessel of our Fleet : Your Power extends as far as Winds can blow , Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go ▪ Heaven , that has plac'd this Island to give Law ▪ To Ballance Europe and Her States to awe ▪ In this Conjunction does on Britain smile ▪ The greatest Leader and the greatest Isle . Whether this Portion of the World were Rent By the Rude Ocean from the Continent ; Or thus Created ; sure it was design'd To be the Sacred Refuge of Mankind ▪ Hither the Oppress'd shall henceforth Resort Justice to Crave , and Succour at the Court : And then your Highness , not for ours alone , But for the Worlds Protector shall be known . Fame , swifter than your Winged Navy flies , Through every Land that near the Ocean lyes , Sounding your Name , and telling dreadful News , To all that Piracy and Rapine use . With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest , Might hope to lift her Head above the rest ▪ What may be thought Impossible to do , For us Embraced by the Sea and you ▪ Lords of the Worlds great waste , the Ocean we Whole Forrests send to Reign upon the Sea ▪ And every Coast may Trouble or Relieve ; But none can Visit us without your leave ▪ Angels and we have this Prerogative , That none can at our Happy seat arrive , While we Defend , at Pleasure to Invade The Bad with Vengeance , and the Good to Aid . Our little World , the Image of the Great , Like that amidst the Ambient Ocean 's set Of her own growth hath all that Nature craves , And all that 's rare , as Tribute from the Waves ▪ As Egypt does not on the Clouds rely , But to her Nile owes more than to the Sky ▪ So whatsoe're our Earth and Heav'n denies , Our ever constant Friend the Sea supplies : That taste of Hot Arabia's Spice we know , Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow ▪ Without the heat in Persian Silks we shine ▪ And without Planting , drink of every Vine : To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs ▪ Gold , tho the heaviest Mettal , hither swims ▪ Ours is the Harvest , where the Indians mow ▪ We plow the Deep , and reap what others sow ▪ Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds ▪ Stout are our Men , and Warlike are our Steeds . Rome , tho her Eagle through the World has flown Could never make this Island all her own Here the Third Edward , and the Black Prince too , France-Conquering Henry flourisht , and now you For whom we stay'd , as did the Grecian State , Till Alexander came to urge their Fate . When for more Worlds the Macedonian cry'd , He wist not Thetis in her Lap did hide Another yet a World reserv'd for you To make more great than that he did subdue ▪ He safely might old Troops to Battel lead , Against the unwarlike Persian and the Mede ; Whose hasty flight did from a bloodless Field ▪ More Spoyl than Honour to the Victor yield : A Race unconquer'd , by their Clime made bold , The Caledonians , Arm'd with want and cold ▪ Have by a fate indulgent to your fame ▪ Been from all Ages kept for you to tame ▪ Whom the old Roman Wall so ill confin'd , With a new Chain of Garrisons you bind : Here foreign Gold no more shall make them come , Our English Iron holds them fast at home ▪ They that henceforth must be content to know No warmer Region than their Hills of Snow ▪ May blame the Sun , but must extol your Grace , Which in our Senate hath allow'd them place : Preferr'd by Conquest , happily o'rethrown , Falling they Rise , to be with us made one : So kind Dictators made , when they came home , Their vanquisht Foes , Free Citizens of Rome ▪ Like favour find the Irish ▪ with like fate , Advanced to be a Portion of our State ▪ Whilst by your Valour , and obliging mind , Nations divided by the Sea are joyn'd : Holland to gain our friendship is content To be our Out-guard on the Continent ▪ She from her fellow Provinces would go , Rather than hazard to have you her Foe ▪ In our late fight , when Cannons did diffuse ( Preventing Posts ) the Terror and the News , Our Neighbours they did tremble at the roar ▪ But our Conjunction makes them Tremble more . Your never-failing Sword made War to cease , And now you heal us with the Arts of Peace ▪ Our minds with Bounty and with Awe Engage , Invite Affection , and restrain our Rage ▪ Less Pleasure take brave Minds in Battels won , Than in Restoring such as are undone : Tygers have Courage , and the Rugged Bear , But Man alone can when he Conquers spare ▪ To Pardon willing , and to Punish loth , You strike with one Hand , but you heal with both : Listing up all that Prostrate lye , you grieve You cannot make the Dead again to Live. When Fate or Error had our Rage misled , And o're these Nations such Confusion spread , The only Cure which could from Heav'n come down , Was so much Power and Clemency in One ; One whose Extraction from a Noble Line , Gives hopes again that Well-born Men may shine , The meanest in your Nature , Mild and Good , The Noblest Rest secured in your Blood. Much have we wondered how you hid in Peace A Mind proportion'd to such things as these ▪ How such a Ruling Spirit you could Restrain , And Practice first over your self to Reign ▪ Your Private Life did a just Pattern give , How Fathers , Husbands , Pious Men should live ▪ Born to Command , your Princely Vertue slept , Like Humble David , whilst the flock he kept ; But when your troubled Country call'd you forth , Your flaming Courage and your matchless worth , Dazzling the Eyes of all that did pretend , To fierce Contention gave a prosperous end ▪ Still as you rise the State exalted too , Finds no distemper whilst 't is chang'd by you ; Chang'd like the worlds great Scene , when without noise The Rising Sun Nights vulgar light destroys . Had you some Ages past , this Race of Glory Run , with amazement we should read the Story ; But living Vertue ( all Atchievements past ) Meets Envy still to grapple with at last : This Caesar found and that ungrateful Age , Which losing him , fell back to Blood aud Rage . Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke , But cut the Bond of Union with that stroke : That Sun once Set , a thousand meaner Stars Gave a Dim light to Violence and Wars : T was such a Tempest as now threatens all , Did not your Mighty Arm prevent the fall . If Rome's Great Senate could not weild the Sword , Which of the Conquer'd World had made them Lord , What hope had ours , whilst yet your Power was new To Rule Victorious Armies but by you ? You that had taught them to subdue their Foes , Could order ▪ teach , and their high Spirits Compose ▪ To ev'ry Duty could their Minds engage , Provoke their Courage , and command their Rage : So when a Lyon shakes his dreadful Main , And angry grows , if he that first took pain To tame his Youth approach the haughty Beast , He bends to him , but frights away the rest . Then let the Muses with such Notes as these , Instruct us what belongs unto our Peace ; Your Battels they hereafter shall Endite , And draw the Image of our Mars in Fight Tell of Towns Storm'd , of Armies over-run , And Mighty Kingdoms by your Conquest won ; How while you thundred , Clouds of dust did choak Contending Troops , and Seas lay hid in smoke : Illustrious Acts high Raptures do Infuse , And ev'ry Conqueror Creates a Muse ▪ Here in low strains your milder Deeds we Sing ▪ But then ( my Lord ) we 'll Bays and Olive bring To Crown your Head , while you in Triumph Ride O're Nations Conquer'd , and the Sea beside ; While all the Neighbour Princes unto you , Like Ioseph's Sheaves , pay Reverence and bow . Upon the late Storm , and Death of the late Usurper O. C. WE must resign Heav'n his great Soul does claim In Storms as loud as his Immortal Fame : His dying Groans , his last breath shakes our Isle , And Trees uncut fall for his Funeral Pile . About his Palace their broad Roots are tost Into the Air : So Romulus was lost : New Rome in such a Tempest mist their King , And from obeying fell to Worshipping . On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay Dead , With ruin'd Oaks and Pines about him spread ; The Poplar too , whose bough he wont to wear On his Victorious Head , lay prostrate there . Those his last Fury from the Mountain rent ; Our Dying Hero from the Continent Ravish'd whole Towns , and Forts from Spaniards reft , As his last Legacy to Britain left . The Ocean which so long our hopes consin'd , Could give no limits to his vaster mind : Our bounds enlargement was his latest toil , Nor hath he left us Prisoners to our Isle . Under the Tropick is our Language spoke , And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our Yoke . From Civil Broils he did us disingage , Found Nobler Objects for our Martial Rage ▪ And with wise Conduct to his Country show'd ▪ Their ancient way of Conquering abroad : Ungrateful then , if we no tears allow To him , that gave us Peace and Empire too ▪ Princes that fear'd him , griev'd , concern'd to see No pitch of Glory from the Grave is free : Nature her self , took notice of his Death , And sighing , swell'd the Sea with such a breath , That to remotest Shores her Billows rowl'd , Th' approaching Fate of her great Ruler told . To Chloris . The two following Copies are in the Edition Printed 1645. CHloris , what 's eminent we know , Must for some cause be valued so ; Things without use , tho they be good , Are not by us so understood . The early Rose made to display Her blushes to the youthful May , Doth yield her sweets , since he is fair , And Courts her with a gentle Ayre . Our Stars do shew their Excellence , Not by their Light , but Influence ; When brighter Comets , since still known Fatal to all , are lik'd by none : So your admired Beauty still , Is by effects made good or ill . Madam , AS in some Climes , the warmer Sun Makes it full Summer e're the Spring 's begun , And with ripe fruit the bending boughs can load , Before the Violets dare look abroad : So measure not by any common use , The early love your brighter eyes produce . When lately your fair hand , in Womans weed , Wrapt my glad head , I wish'd me so indeed , That hasty time might never make me grow Out of those favours you afford me now ; That I might ever such Indulgence find , And you not blush , or think your self too kind , Who now I fear while I these joys express , Begin to think how you may make them less : The sound of Love makes your soft Heart affraid , And guard it self , though but a Child invade ; And innocently at your white Breast throw A Dart as white , a Ball of new faln Snow . An Epigram On a Painted Lady with ill Teeth . WEre Men so dull they could not see That Lyce Painted , should they flee Like simple Birds into a Net , So grosly woven and Ill set ; Her own Teeth would undo the knot , And let all go that she had got . Those Teeth fair Lyce must not show , If she would bite : her Lovers , though Like Birds they stoop at seeming Grapes , Are disabus'd , when first she gapes ; The rotten bones discover'd there , Show 't is a Painted Sepulcher . To my Lady — MADAM , YOur Commands for the gathering of these sticks into a Faggot , had sooner been obeyed , but intending to present you with my whole Vintage : I stayed till the latest Grapes were ripe , for here your Ladiship hath not only all I have done , but all I ever mean to do in this kind : Not but that I may defend the attempt I have made upon Poetry , by the examples ( not to trouble you with History ) of many Wise , and Worthy Persons of our own times : As Sir Philip Sidney , Sir Fra. Bacon , Cardinal Perron , the ablest of his Country-men ; and the former Pope , who they say , instead of the triple Crown , wore sometimes the Poets Ivy , as an Ornament , perhaps , of lesser weight and trouble . But , Madam , these Nightingals sing only in the Spring , it was the diversion of their Youth . As Ladies learn to Sing and Play when they are Children , what they forget when they are Women . The resemblance holds further , for as you quit the Lute the sooner , because the posture is suspected to draw the body awry , so this is not always practised without some Villany to the mind , wresting it from present occasions , and accustoming us to a Still somewhat removed from common use . But that you may not think his case deplorable , who had made Verses , we are told , that Tully ( the greatest Wit among the Romans ) was once sick of this Disease , and yet recover'd so well , that of almost as bad a Poet as your Servant , he became the most perfect Orator in the World. So that not so much to have made Verses , as not to give over in time , leaves a man without excuse ; the former presenting us with an opportunity , at least , of doing Wisely ; that is , to conceal those we have made ; which I shall yet do , if my humble request may be of as much force with your Ladiship , as your Commands have been with me : Madam , I only whisper these in your ears ; if you publish them , they are your own , and therefore as you apprehend the reproach of a Wit , and a Poet , cast them into the fire ; or if they come where green Boughs are in the Chimney , with the help of your fair Friends , ( for thus bound , it will be too hard a task for your hands alone ) to tear them in pieces ; wherein you shall honour me with the fate of Orpheus , for so his Poems , whereof we only hear the form ( not his limbs as the Story will have it ) I suppose were scattered by the Thracian Dames . Here , Madam , I might take an opportunity to Celebrate your Vertues , and to instruct you how Vnhappy you are , in that you know not who you are ; how much you excel the most excellent of your own : And how much you amaze the least inclined to wonder of your Sex. But as they will be apt to take your Ladiship for a Roman Name , so would they believe that I endeavoured the Character of a perfect Nymph , Worshipp'd an Image of my own making , and Dedicated this to the Lady of the Brain , not of the Heart of your Ladiships most humble Servant E. W. Mr. Wallers Speech in Parliament , 1641. about Innovations in Doctrine and Discipline , &c. WE shall make it appear , the Errors of Divines , who would that a Monarch can be absolute , and that he can do all things ad libitum ; receding not only from their Text , ( though that be wandring too ) but from the way their own Profession might teach them . Stare super vias antiquas , and remove not the ancient bounds and Landmarks which our Fathers have set . If to be Absolute , were to be restrained by no Laws , then can no King in Christendom be so , for they all stand obliged to the Laws Christian , and we ask no more ; for to this Pillar be our Priviledges fixt , our Kings , at their Coronation , having taken a Sacred Oath not to Infringe them . I am sorry these men take no more care , for the informing of our Faith of these things , which they tell us for our Souls Health , whilst we know them so manifestly in the wrong way , in that which concerns the Liberties and Priviledges of the Subjects of England . They gain Preferment , and then it is no matter , though they neither believe themselves , nor are believed by others ; but since they are so ready to let loose the Conscience of our Kings , we are the more carefully to proceed for our Protection against this Pulpit-Law , by declaring , and reinforcing , Municipal Laws of this Kingdom . It is worthy the Observation , how new this Opinion , or rather this way of Rising , is even amongst themselves . For ( Mr. Speaker ) Mr. Hooker , who was no Refractory man ( as they term it ) thinks that the first Government was Arbitrary , until it was found , that to live by one mans Will , becomes all mens Misery ; these are his Words , and that these were the Original of inventing Laws . And ( Mr. Speaker ) if we look farther back , our Histories will tell us , that the Prelates of this Kingdom , have often been the Mediators between the King and his Subjects , to present and pray redress of their grievances , and had reciprocally then , as much love and reverence from the People . But these Preachers , more active than their Predecessors , and wiser than the Laws , have found out a better form of Government . The King must be a more Absolute Monarch than any of his Predecessors , and to them he must owe it , though in the mean time they hazard the hearts of his People , and involve him into a thousand Difficulties . For , suppose this form of Government were inconvenient ; ( Mr. Speaker ) this is but a Supposition ; for this five hundred years , it hath not only maintained us in safety , but made us Victorious over other Nations . But suppose this form of Government were inconvenient , and they have another Idea of one more convenient , we all know how dangerous Innovations are , though to the better , and what hazards those Princes run , that enterprize the change of a long Established Government . Now ( Mr. Speaker ) of all our Kings that have gone before , and of all that are to succeed in this Happy Race , why should so Pious , and so Good a King , be exposed to this trouble and hazard ? Besides , that King so diverted , can never do any great matters abroad . But ( Mr. Speaker ) whilst these men have thus bent their Wits against the Law of their Country , have they not neglected their own Profession ? What Tares are grown up in the Field which they should have Tilled ? I leave it to a second consideration , not but Religion be the first thing in our purposes and desires : But that which is first in Dignity , is not always to preceed in order of time , for well-being supposes a being ; and the first impediment which men naturally endeavour to remove , is the want of those things ; without which they cannot subsist . God first assigned unto Adam maintenance of life , and added to him a title to the rest of the Creatures , before he appointed a Law to observe . And let me tell you , that if our Adversaries have any such design , as there is nothing more easie , than to impose Religion on a People deprived of their Liberties , so there is nothing more hard , than to do the same upon Freemen . And therefore ( Mr. Speaker ) I conclude with this motion , that there may be an Order presently made , that the first thing this House goes about , shall be the restoring of this Nation in general , to the Fundamental and Vital Liberties , the Prosperity of our Goods , and Freedom of our Persons ; and then we will forthwith consider of the supply desired . And thus shall we discharge the Trust reposed in us , by those that sent us hither : And His Majesty shall see , that we will make more than ordinary haste to satisfie His Demands ; and we shall let all those know that seek to hasten the matter of Supply , that they will so far delay it , as they give no interruption to the former . Mr. Waller's Speech in Parliament , at a Conference of both Houses in the Painted Chamber , July 6. 1641. MY LORDS , I Am commanded by the House of Commons , to present you with these Articles against Mr. Justice Crawley , which when your Lordships shall have been pleased to hear read , I shall take leave ( according to custom ) to say something of what I have collected from the sense of that House , concerning the Crimes therein contained . Here the Charge was read , containing his extrajudicial Opinions subscribed , and judgment given for Ship-money ; and afterward , a Declaration in his charge at an Assize , That Ship-money was so Inherent a Right in the Crown , that it would not be in the power of a Parliament to take it away . MY LORDS , Not only my Wants , but my Affections render me less fit for this Imployment ; for though it has not been my happiness to have the Law a part of my breeding , there is no Man honours that Profession more , or has a greater reverence towards the Grave Judges , the Oracles thereof . Out of Parliament , all our Courts of Justice are governed or directed by them ; and when a Parliament is call'd , if your Lordships were not assisted by them , and the House of Commons by other Gentlemen of that Robe , experience tells us , it might run a hazard of being stiled Parliamentum indoctorum . But as all Posessions are obnoxious to the malice of the Professors , and by them most easily betrayed , so ( my Lords ) these Articles have told you how these Brothers of the Coyf are become fratres in malo ; how these Sons of the Law have torn out the Bowels of their Mother . But this Judge ( whose charge you last heard ) in one expression of his , excels no less his Fellows , than they have done the worst of their Predecessors , in this Conspiracy against the Commonwealth . Of the Judgment for Ship-money , and those extrajudicial Opinions preceding the same ( wherein they are jointly concern'd ) you have already heard , how unjust and pernicious a proceeding that was in so publick a Cause , has been sufficiently express'd to your Lordships ; but this man , adding despair to our misery , tells us from the Bench , that Ship-money was a Right so inherent in the Crown , that it would not be in the power of an Act of Parliament to take it away . Herein ( my Lords ) he did not only give as deep a wound to the Commonwealth as any of the rest , but dipt his Dart in such a Poyson , that so far as in him lay , it might never receive a Cure. As by those abortive Opinions , subscribing to the Subversion of our Propriety , before he heard what could be said for it , he prevented his own , so by this Declaration of his , he endeavours to prevent the Judgment of your Lordships too , and to confine the power of a Parliament , the only place where this mischief might be redress'd : Sure he is more Wise and Learned , than to believe himself in this Opinion , or not to know how ridiculous it would appear to a Parliament , and how dangerous to himself ; and therefore , no doubt but by saying no Parliament could abolish this Judgment , his meaning was , that this Judgment had abolish'd Parliaments . This Imposition of Ship-money springing from a pretended Necessity , was it not enough that it was now grown Annual , but he must entail it upon the State for ever , at once making Necessity inherent to the Crown , and Slavery to the Subject ? Necessity , which dissolving all Law , is so much more prejudicial to His Majesty than to any of us , by how much the Law has invested his Royal State with a greater power , and ampler fortune ; for so undoubted a truth it has ever been , that Kings as well as Subjects , are involv'd in the confusion which Necessity produces , that the Heathen thought their Gods also obliged by the same , Pareamus necessitati quam nec homines nec dii superant : This Judge then having in his charge , at the Affize , declar'd the dissolution of the Law , by this suppos'd Necessity , with what Conscience could he at the same Assize , proceed to condemn and punish men , unless perhaps he meant the Law was still in force for our Destruction , and not for our Preservation , that it should have power to kill , but none to protect us ; a thing no less horrid , than if the Sun should burn without lighting us , or the Earth serve only to bury , and not to feed and nourish us . But ( my Lords ) to demonstrate that this was a supposititious impos'd necessity , and such as they could remove when they pleas'd ; at the last Convention in Parliament , a price was set upon it , for twelve Subsidies you shall reverse this Sentence : It may be said that so much money would have removed the present Necessity , but here was a Rate set upon future Necessity ; for twelve Subsidies you shall never suffer necessity again , you shall for ever abolish that Iudgment . Here this Mystery is revealed , this Vizor of Necessity is pull'd off , and now it appears , that this Parliament of Judges had very frankly and bountifully , presented His Majesty with twelve Subsidies , to be levied on your Lordships , and the Commons . Certainly , there is no Priviledge which more properly belongs to a Parliament , than to open the Purse of the Subject , and yet these Judges , who are neither capable of sitting among us in the House of Commons , nor with your Lordships , otherwise than your Assistants , have not only assum'd to themselves this priviledge of Parliament , but presum'd at once to make a present to the Crown , of all that either your Lordships , or the Commons of England do , or shall hereafter possess . And because this man has had the boldness to put the power of Parliament in ballance with the opinion of the Judges , I shall intreat your Lordships to observe by way of comparison , the solemn and safe proceeding of the one , with the precipitate dispatch of the other . In Parliament ( as your Lordships know well ) no new Law can pass , or old be abrogated , till it has been thrice read with your Lordships , thrice in the Commous House , and then it receives the Royal Assent ; so that 't is like Gold seven times purified : Whereas , these Judges by this one resolution of theirs , would perswade His Majesty , that by naming Necessity , he might at once dissolve ( at least suspend ) the great Charter 32 times confirm'd by his Royal Progenitors , the Petition of Right , and all other Laws provided for the maintenance of the Right and Propriety of the Subject ; a strange force ( my Lords ) in the sound of this word Necessity , that like a Charm it should silence the Laws , while we are dispoyl'd of all we have , for that but a part of our goods was taken is owing to the grace and goodness of the King , for so much as concerns these Judges , we have no more left than they perhaps may deserve to have , when your Lordships shall have passed Judgment upon them : This for the neglect of their Oaths , and betraying that publick trust , which for the conservation of our Laws was reposed in them . Now for the cruelty and unmercifulness of this judgment , you may please to remember that in the old Law they were forbid to seeth a Kid in his Mothers milk ; of which the received interpretation is , that we should not use that to the destruction of any creature , which was intended for its preservation : Now ( my Lords ) God and Nature has given us the Sea as our best Guard against our Enemies , and our Ships as our greatest glory above other Nations , and how barbarously would these Men have let in the Sea upon us , at once to wash away our Liberties , and to overwhelm , if not our Land , all the propriety we have therein , making the supply of our Navy , a pretence for the ruine of our Nation ; for observe I beseech you the fruit and consequence of this judgment , how this Money has prospered , how contrary an effect it has had to the end , for which they pretended to take it : On every County a Ship is annually impos'd , and who would not expect , but our Seas by this time should be covered with the number of our Ships ? Alas ( my Lords ) the daily complaints of the decay of our Navy tell us how ill Ship-Money has maintained the Soveraignty of the Sea ; and by the many Petitions which we receive from the Wives of those miserable Captives at Algier , ( being between four or five thousand of our County-Men ) it does too evidently appear that to make us Slaves at home , is not the way to keep us from being made Slaves abroad ; so far has this judgment been from relieving the present , or preventing the future necessity , that as it changed our real Propriety into the shadow of a Propriety , so of a feigned it has made a Real necessity . A little before the approach of the Gaules to Rome , while the Romans had yet no apprehension of that danger , there was heard a voice in the Air , lowder then ordinary , The Gaules are come , which voice after they had Sack'd the City , and Besieged the Capitol , was held so ominous , that Livie relates it as a Prodigy ; This Anticipiation of necessity seems to have been no less ominous to us : These Judges like ill boding Birds have call'd necessity upon the State in a time when I dare say they thought themselves in greatest security ; but if it seem Superstitious to take this as an Omen , sure I am , we may look on it as a cause of the unfeigned necessity we now suffer , for what regret and discontent had this judgment bred among us ? And as when the Noise and Tumult in a private House grows so loud as to be heard into the Streets , it calls in the next dwellers either kindly to appease , or to make their own use of domestick strife ; so in all likelihood our known discontents at home have been a concurrent cause to Invite our Neighbours to visit us , so much to the expence and trouble of both these Kingdoms . And here , My Lords , I cannot but take notice of the most sad effect of this oppression , the ill influence it has had upon the Antient Reputation and Valour of of the English Nation : And no wonder , for if it be true that oppression makes a Wise Man Mad , it may well suspend the Courage of the Valiant : The same happened to the Romans , when for renown in Arms they most excell'd the rest of the World ; the story is but short , 't was in the time of the Decemviri ( and I think the chief troubles of our State may make up that number , ) The Decemviri , My Lords , had subverted the Laws , Suspended the Courts of Justice , and ( which was the greatest grievance both to the Nobility and People ) had for some years omitted to assemble the Senate , which was their Parliament : This , says the Historian , did not only deject the Romans , and make them despair of their Liberty , but caused them to be less valued by their Neighbours : The Sabines take the advantage and invade them ; and now the Decemviri are forc'd to call the long desired Senate whereof the People were so glad , that Hostibus belloque gratiam habuerunt : This Assembly breaks up in discontent , nevertheless the War proceeds ; Forces are raised , led by some of the Decemviri , and with the Sabines they meet in the Field : I know your Lordships expect the event : My Authors words of his Country Men are these , Ne quid ductu aut auspicio Decemvirorum prospere gereretur , vinci se patiebantur , They chose rather to suffer a present diminution of their Honour , than by victory to confirm the Tyranny of their new Masters : At their return from this unfortunate expedition , after some distempers and expostulations of the people , another Senate , that is , a second Parliament , is call'd , and there the Decemviri are questioned , deprived of their authority , imprisoned , banish'd , and some lose their lives ; and soon after this vindication of their Liberties , the Romans by their better success , made it appear to the World , that Liberty and Courage dwell always in the same breast , and are never to be divorced . No doubt , my Lords , but your Justice shall have the like effect upon this dispirited people ; 't is not the restitution of our ancient Laws alone , but the restauration of our ancient Courage which is expected from your Lordships : I need not say any thing to move your just indignation , that this Man should so Cheaply give away that which your Noble Ancestors with so much Courage and industry had so long maintain'd : You have often been told how careful they were , though with the hazard of their Lives and Fortunes , to derive those Rights and Liberties as entire to posterity as they received them from their Fathers ; what they did with labour you may do with ease , what they did with danger you may do securely : the foundation of our Laws is not shaken with the Engine of War , they are only blasted with the breath of these men , and by your breath they may be restored . What Judgments your Predecessors have given , and what punishments their Predecessors have suffered for offences of this nature , your Lordships have already been so well informed , that I shall not trouble you with a repetition of those precedents : Only ( my Lords ) something I shall take leave to observe of the person with whose charge I have presented you , that you may the less doubt of the wilfulness of his offence . His education in the Inns of Court , his constant practice as a Councellour , and his experience as a Judge ( considered with the mischief he has done ) makes it appear that this Progress of his through the Law , has been like that of a diligent Spie through a Country , into which he meant to conduct an enemy . To let you see he did not offend for company , there is one crime so peculiar to himself , and of such malignity , that it makes him at once uncapable of your Lordships favour , and his own subsistence incompatible with the right and propriety of the Subject : for if you leave him in a capacity of interpreting the Laws , has he not already declared his opinion , That your votes and resolutions against Ship-money are void , and that it is not in the power of a Parliament to abolish that Judgment ? To him my Lords , that has thus play'd with the power of Parliament , wee may well apply what was once said to the Goat browsing on the Vine . Rode , caper , vitem , tamen hinc cum stabis ad aras In Tua quod fundi cornua possit , erit : He has cropt and infring'd the priviledges of a banish'd Parliament , but now it is returned , he may find it has power enough to make a Sacrifice of him , to the better establishment of our Laws ; and in truth what other satisfaction can he make his injur'd Country , than to confirm by his example those Rights and Liberties which he had ruin'd by his opinion ? For the proofs , my Lords , they are so manifest , that they will give you little trouble in the disquisition ; his crimes are already upon Record , the Delinquent and the Witness is the same ; having from several seats of Judicature proclaim'd himself an Enemy to our Laws and Nation , Ex ore suo judicabitur . To which purpose I am commanded by the Knights , and Citizens , and Burgesses of the House of Commons , to desire your Lordships that as speedy a proceeding may be had against Mr. Justice Crawley , as the course of Parliament will permit . Mr. Waller's Speech in the House of Commons , on Tuesday , July 4. 1643. Being brought to the Bar , and having leave given him by the Speaker , to say what he could for himself , before they proceeded to expel him the House . Mr. Speaker , I Acknowledege it a great mercy of God , and a great favour from you , that I am once more suffered to behold this Honourable Assembly . I mean not to make use of it to say any thing in my own defence by justification or denyal of what I have done , I have already confessed enough to make me appear , worthy not only to be put out of this House , but out of the World too . All my humble request to you is , that if I seem to you as unworthy to live , as I do to my self , I may have the honour to receive my death from your own hands , and not be exposed to a Tryal by the Council of War : what ever you shall think me worthy to suffer in a Parliamentary way , is not like to find stop any where else . This ( Sir ) I hope you will be pleased for your own sakes to grant me , who am already so miserable , that nothing can be added to my calamity , but to be made the occasion of creating a president to your own disadvantage ; besides the right I may have to this , consider I beseech you , that the eyes of the World are upon you ; you Govern in chief , and if you should expose your own Members to the punishment of others , it will be thought that you either want power , or leisure to chastize them your selves : Nor let any man despise the ill consequence of such a president as this would be , because he seeth not presently the inconveniences which may insue : You have many Armies on foot , and it is uncertain how long you may have occasion to use them . Souldiers and Commanders ( though I know well they of the Parliaments Army , excel no less in Modesty than they do in Courage ) are generally of a nature ready to pretend to the utmost power of this kind , which they conceive to be due to them , and may be too apt upon any occasion of discontent to make use of such a president as this . In this very Parliament you have not been without some taste of the experience hereof ; it is now somewhat more than two years since you had an Army in the North , paid and directed by your selves , and yet you may be pleased to remember there was a considerable number of Officers in that Army , which joyned in a Petition or Remonstrance to this House , taking notice of what some of the Members had said here , as they supposed to their disadvantage , and did little less than require them of you ; 't is true , there had been some tampering with them ; but what has happened at one time , may wisely thought possible to fall out again at another . Sir , I presume but to point you out the danger ; if it be not just , I know you will not do me the wrong to expose me to this tryal ; if it be just , your Army may another time require the same Justice of you , in their own behalf , against some other Member , whom perhaps you would be less willing to part with . Necessity has of late forced you into untrodden Paths ; and in such a Case as this where you have no President of your own , you may not do amiss to look abroad upon other States and Senates , which exercise the supream Power , as you now do here . I dare confidently say you shall find none either Antient or Modern , which ever exposed any of their own order to be Tryed for his Life by the Officers of their Armies abroad , for what he did , while he resided among them in the Senate . Among the Romans the practice was so contrary , that some Inferiour Officers in the Army far from the City , having been Sentenced by their General , or Commander in chief , as deserving Death by their Discipline of War , have nevertheless ( because they were Senators ) Appealed thither , and the Cause has received a new hearing in the Senate . Not to use more Words to perswade you to take heed that you Wound not your selves thorough my sides , in violating the Priviledges belonging to your own Persons ; I shall humbly desire you to consider likewise the Nature of my offence , ( not but that I should be much ashamed to say any thing in diminution thereof : God knows 't is Horrid enough , for the Evil it might have occasiooed ) but if you look near it , it may perhaps appear to be rather a Civil than a Martial Crime , and so to have Title to a Trial at the Common Law of the Land ; there may justly be some difference put between me and others in this business . I have had nothing to do with the other Army , or any intention to begin the offer of violence to any body . It was only a Civil pretence to that which I then Foolishly conceived to be the right of the Subject . I humbly refer it to your considerations , and to your Consciences . I know you will take care not to shed the Blood of War in Peace , that Blood by the Law of War , which hath a right to be Tryed by the Law of Peace . For so much as concerns my self and my part in this business , ( if I were worthy to have any thing spoken , or patiently heard in my behalf ) this might truly be said , that I made not this business but found it , it was in other mens hands long before it was brought to me , and when it came , I extended it not , but restrained it . For the Propositions of letting in part of the Kings Army , or offering violence to the Members oi this House , I ever disallowed and utterly rejected them . What it was that moved me to entertain discourse of this business so far as I did , I will tell you ingenuously , and that rather as a warning for others , than that it make any thing for my self ; it was only an impatience of the inconveniences of the present War , looking on things with a carnal eye , and not minding that which chiefly ( if not only ) ought to have been considered , the inestimable value of the Cause you have in hand , the Cause of God and of Religion , and the necessities you are forced upon for the maintenance of the same ; as a just punishment for this neglect , it pleased God to desert and suffer me with a fatal blindness , to be led on , and ingaged in such Councils as were wholly disproportioned to the rest of my life ; this ( Sir ) my own Conscience tells me was the cause of my failing , and not malice , or any ill habit of mind , or disposition toward the Common-wealth , or to the Parliament : For from whence should I have it ? If you look on my Birth , you will not find it in my Blood : I am of a Stock which hath Born you better Fruit : If you look on my Education , it hath been almost from my Child-hood in this House , and among the best sort of Men ; and for the whole Practice of my Life till this time , if another were to speak for me , he might reasonably say , that neither my Actions out of Parliament , nor in my Expressions in it , have savoured of Dis-affection or Malice to the Liberties of the People , or Priviledges of Parliament . Thus Sir , I have set before your Eyes , both my Person and my Case , wherein I shall make no such Defence by denying , or Extenuating any thing , I have done , as ordinary Delinquents do , my Address to you , and all my Plea shall only be such as Children use to their Parents , I have offended ; I confess it , I never did any thing like it before ; it is a passage unsuitable to the whole Course of my Life beside , and for the time to come , as God that can bring Light out of Darkness , hath made this business in the event useful to you , so also hath he to me : You have by it made an happy discovery of your Enemies , and of my self , and the Evil Principles I walk'd by so that if you look either on what I have been heretofore , or what I now am , and by Gods grace assisting me , shall always continue to be , you may perhaps think me fit to be an Example of your Compassion and Clemency . Sir , I shall no sooner leave you , but my Life will depend on your Breath , and not that alone , but the subsistence of some that are more Innocent . I might therefore shew you my Children , whom the rigour of your Justice would make compleat Orphans , being already Motherless . I might shew you a Family , wherein there are some unworthy to have their share in that mark of Infamy which now threatens us : But something there is , which if I could shew you , would move you more than all this , it is my Heart , which abhors what I have done , more , and is more severe to it self , than the severest Judge can be . A Heart ( Mr. Speaker ) so awakned by this Affliction , and so intirely devoted to the Cause you maintain , that I earnestly desire of God to incline to you , so to dispose of me , whether for Life or for Death , as may most conduce to the Advancement thereof . Sir , not to trouble you any longer , if I Dye , I shall Dye Praying for you ; if I Live , I shall Live serving you , and render you back the use and Imployment of all those Days you shall add to my Life . After this , having withdrawn himself , he was called in again , and ( being by the Speaker required thereto ) gave them an exact account how he came first to the knowledge of this business , as also what Lords were acquainted therewith , or had ingaged themselves therein . FINIS . The Epitaph on Mr. WALLER'S Monument in Beconsfield Church-yard in Buckinghamshire : written by Mr. Rymer , late Historiographer-Royal . On the WEST-END . EDMUNDI WALLER HIC JACET ID QUANTUM MORTI CESSIT ; QUI INTER POETAS SUI TEMPORIS FACILE PRINCEPS , LAUREAM , QUAM MERUIT ADOLESCENS , OCTOGENARIUS HAUD ABDICAVIT . HUIC DEBET PATRIA LINGUA QUOD CREDAS , SI GRAECÈ LATINÈQUE INTERMITTERENT , MUSAE LOQUI AMARENT ANGLICÈ . On the SOUTH-SIDE . HEUS , VIATOR ! TUMULATUM VIDES EDMUNDUM WALLER QUI TANTI NOMINIS POETA , ET IDEM AVITIS OPIBUS , INTER PRIMOS SPECTABILIS , MUSIS SE DEDIT , ET PATRIAE . NONDUM OCTODECENALIS , INTER ARDUA REGNI TRACTANTES SEDEM HABUIT , À BURGO DE AGMONDESHAM MISSUS . HIC VITAE CURSUS ; NEC ONERI DEFUIT SENEX ; VIXITQUE SEMPER POPULO CHARUS , PRINCIPIBUS IN DELICIIS , ADMIRATIONI OMNIBUS . HIC CONDITUR TUMULO SUB EODEM RARA VIRTUTE ET MULTA PROLE NOBILIS UXOR , MARIA EX BRESSYORUM FAMILIA , CUM EDMUNDO WALLER , CONJUGE CHARISSIMO : QUEM TER ET DECIES LAETUM FECIT PATREM , V FILIIS , FILIABUS VIII ; QUOS MUNDO DEDIT , ET IN COELUM REDIIT . On the EAST-END . EDMUNDUS WALLER CUI HOC MARMOR SACRUM EST , COLESHILL NASCENDI LOCUM HABUIT ; CANTABRIGIAM STUDENDI ; PATREM ROBERTUM ET EX HAMPDENA STIRPE MATREM : COEPIT VIVERE III o MARTII , A. D. MDCV. PRIMA UXOR ANNA EDWARDI BANKS FILIA UNICA HAERES . EX PRIMA BIS PATER FACTUS ; EX SECUNDA TREDECIES ; CUI ET DUO LUSTRA SUPERSTES , OBIIT XXI OCTOB . A. D. MDC LXXXVII . On the NORTH-SIDE . HOC MARMORE EDMUNDO WALLER MARIAEQUE EX SECUNDIS NUPTIIS CONJUGI , PIENTISSIMIS PARENTIBUS , PIISSIMÈ PARENTAVIT EDMUNDUS FILIUS . HONORES BENE-MERENTIBUS EXTREMOS DEDIT QUOS IPSE FUGIT . E L.W.I.F. H.G. EX TESTAMENTO H. M. P. IN JUL. MDCC . A87057 ---- Poems. By W.H. Hammond, William, b. 1614. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A87057 of text R208440 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason E1604_1). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 75 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 44 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A87057 Wing H626 Thomason E1604_1 ESTC R208440 99867394 99867394 119704 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A87057) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 119704) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 203:E1604[1]) Poems. By W.H. Hammond, William, b. 1614. [2], 84 p. Printed for Thomas Dring at the George in Fleetstreet, neer Cliffords Inne Gate, London, : 1655. W.H. = William Hammond. Annotation on Thomason copy: "7ber [i.e. September] 13". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng English poetry -- 17th century. A87057 R208440 (Thomason E1604_1). civilwar no Poems.: By W.H. Hammond, William 1655 11290 17 0 0 0 0 0 15 C The rate of 15 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-03 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-03 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-04 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-04 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion POEMS . By W. H. — cineri gloria sera venit . LONDON , Printed for Thomas Dring at the George in Fleetstreet , neer Cliffords Inne Gate , 1655. POEMS . Commanded to write VERSES . MADAM , SInce your Command inspires My willing heart with Lyrick fires , Though my Composure owe its Birth , Or to cold Water , or dull Earth , Wanting the active qualities That sprightly Fire and Aire comprise ; Yet guided by that Influence , I may with those Defects dispence : And Raptures no less winning vent Then the fam'd Thracian Instrument . What though old sullen Saturn lye Brooding on my Nativity , So your bright eyes the Clouds dispell , Which on my drooping Fancy dwell ? But stay , what Glasse have we so bright , To do your matchlesse beauty right ? Nature but from her owne disgrace Can add no lustre to that face ; Nor from her patterns can we finde , A Form to represent your minde . The figures which this World invest Are Images in which exprest Some truer Essences appear , Which not to sight subjected are . So you fair Celia inwardly Dissemble well the Deity , And counterfeit in flesh and skin The finenesse of a Cherubin : But fair one , if you must put on This Orders Institution , Admitted to this Hierarchie , A Guardian Angell be to me . The Walke . BLest Walke , that with your leavy armes imbrace In small , what beauty the dilated face Of the whole World containes ! The Violet , Bowing its humble head down at her feet , Payes homage for the livery of her vaines : Roses and Lillies , and what beautuous staines Nature adornes the Sping with , are but all Faint Copies of this fair Originall . She is a moving Paradise , doth view Your greens , not to refresh her selfe , but you . This path's th' Ecliptick , heat prolifick hence Is shed on you by her kind influence ; She is ( alasse ) too like the Sun , who grants That warmth to all , which in himselfe he wants . You thus oblig'd , this benefit return , Teach her by Lectures visible to burn ; That She , when Zephyre moves each whispring bough To kisse his neighbour , thence may learn t' allow The reall seals of kindnesse , and be taught By twining Woodbines what sweet joyes are caught In such imbraces : Thus and thousand wayes Told you by amorous Fairies , and the layes Of your fond Guardian , waken her desires , Requiting your own warmth with equall fires . Husbandry . WHen I began my Love to sow , Because with Venus Doves I plow'd , Fool that I was , I did not know That frowns for furrows were allow'd . The broken heart to make Clods torn By the sharp Harrows of disdain , Crumbled by pressing rolls of scorn , Gives issue to the springing grain . Coyness shuts Love into a Stove , So frost-bound lands their own heat feed : Neglect sits brooding upon Love As pregnant Snow on Winter-seed . The Harvest is not till we two Shall into one contracted be ; Loves crop alone doth richer grow Decreasing to Identity . All other things not nourish'd are But by Assimilation : Love , in himself and Dyet spare , Grows fat by Contradiction . Mutuall Love . FRom our loves , Heat and light are taught to twine , In their bright nuptiall bed of solar beams . From our loves Thame and Isis learn to joyn , Loosing themselves in one anothers streams . And if Fate smile , the Fire loves emblem bears , If not , the Water represents our tears . From our Loves all magnetick virtue grows , Steel to th' obdurate Loadstone is inclind . From our Loves all the power of Chymists flows , Earth by the Sun is into Gold refind . And if Fate smile , this shall Loves Arrows head , If not , in those is our hard fortune read . From our still springing loves the youthfull Bayes , Is in a robe of lasting verdure drest , From our firm loves the Cypress learns to raise , Green in despight of storms , her deathless crest . And if Fate smile , with that our Temples bound , If not , with this our Hearses shall be crownd . The forsaken Maid . GO fickle Man and teach the Moon to change , The Winds to vary , the coy Bee to range : You that despise the conquest of a Town Renderd without resistance of one frown . Is this of easie faith the recompence ? Is my prone loves too prodigall expence , Rewarded with disdain ? did ever dart , Rebound from such a penetrable heart ? Diana , in the service of whose Shrine , My selfe to single life I will confine , Revenge thy Votaresse ; for unto thee The reeling Ocean bends his a zure knee . And since he loves upon rough Seas to ride , Grant such an Adria , whose swelling Tide , And stormy tongue may his false Vessell wrack , And make the Cordage of his heart to crack . Another . KNow falsest Man , as my love was Greater then thine , or thy desert , My scorne shall likewise thine surpasse , And thus I tear thee from my heart . Thou art so farr my love below , That then my anger thou art lesse ; I neither love nor quarrell now , But pity thy unworthinesse . Go joyn , before thou think to wed , Thy heart and tongue in Wedlocks knot : Can peace be reaped from his bed , Who with himselfe accordeth not ? Go learn to weigh thy words upon The ballance of reality , And having that perfection Attaind , come then , and I le scorn thee . J. C. Anagr. I can be any Lover . SEE how the letters of thy Name impart The very whispers of thy heart . This name came surely out of Adams mint , It bears so well thy Natures print . Woman , materia prima , doth present , Is to all Formes indifferent , As Pictures do at once with various eyes , Distinctly view all companies , With such a stedfast look , that each man would Swear they did only him behold . Thus run we in a Wheel , where stedfast ground To fix our footing is not found , Whilst Womans heart incliningly doth move Like twigs to every sigh of Love . She who imparts her smiles to more then one , May many like , but can love none . The force of all things in contraction lies , And love thrives by Monopolies . Those Glasses that collect the scatterd rayes Into one point , a flame can raise : Straiten the object , you increase loves store ; So loving lesse , you love the more . De Melidoria . è Joh. Barclaij , Poem . lib , 2. WHy languish I ye Gods alone ? Why onely I ? when not one groan Afflicteth her for whom I dye : You mighty powers of Love , oh why Doth Meledore despise your darts , And their effects too , bleeding hearts ? If thus ( oh Gods ) ye suffer her Unpunished , none will prefer Your Altars ; such examples may Become the ruine of your sway . With Venus and her mighty Son Expostulating thus , I won This answer : Alasse ( Cupid cryes ) I hood-winkt am ; my closed eyes Bound with a Fillet , that my Bow Can none but roving Shafts let go ; Hence 't is that Troops of violent Youth , their misplaced loves resent ; That some love rashly ; some again Congealed are with cold disdain : Wouldst thou thy Mistresse , I inspire , And in her breast convey that fire Which nature suffers not to find Birth from thy tears ? Do but unbind My eyes , and I will take such aime , As she shall not escape my flame : Thus spake the Boy , my ready hand Prepared was to loose the band From his faire eye-lids , that his sight Might to his Dart give steady flight ; When my good Genius prudent eare , Whisperd to my rash soule , Beware : Ah shamelesse Boy , deceitfull Love , I see thy plot , should I remove Those chaines of darknesse from thy eyes , Thou Melidore so much wouldst prize , That strait my rivall thou wouldst be , And warme her for thy selfe , not me . Delay . Vpon advice to deferr Loves Consummation . DElay , whose Parents Phlegme and Slumber are , Thinkst thou two Snailes drawing thy leaden Car , Can keep pace with the fiery wheels of loves Chariot , that receives motion from swift Doves ? Go visit Feavours , such as conscience wrack With fear of punishment in death , there slack The pulse , or dwell upon the fatall tongues Of Judges , shut up their contagious lungs : Thou mayst a Goale rejoyce , but not decree To Loves glad Prisoners a Jubilee . How canst thou think thy Frost with Icy Laws Can bind my tears , when Love thy cold chain thaws ? He more intense for fighting Ice will be , And raise his heat unto the eighth degree . Thus through thy coldnesse I shall feircer burn , And by thy Winter into Cinders turn . But since from Ignorance fears oft arise , And thence are stoln unequall Victories , Let us describe this Foe , muster his force : A handlesse thing it is , and chills the sourse Of brave attempts . Eyes he pretends to much , Yet our experience often shews that such Exactnesse in Surveying , opes a gate To be surprizd by Semele's sad Fate . T is a meer trunk , hath not for progre●s feet , Coward that fears his own desires to meet . His Friends are scarse ; the Heavens , whose flight debates The race with thought , are no confederates : The World is love in act ; suspend this fire , The Globe to its old Chaos will retire : Infernall soules , but for his loathed stay Might hope their Night would open into Day . How can this Cripple then , not with one Band Aided by Earth , Heaven , Hell , his power withstand , Who hath of Earth , Heaven , Hell , the forces broke , Impos'd on Neptunes selfe his scorching yoak ? But if thou needst will haunt me , let thy Mace Arrest delight when I my Love imbrace . Upon Cloris her visit after Marriage , A pastorall Dialogue betwixt Codrus and Damon forsaken rivalls . Codrus . WHy ( Damon ) did Arcadian Pan ordain To drive our Flocks from that Meridian plain Where Cloris perpendicular shot beames Scorch'd up our lawnes but that cool Charwells streams Might here abate those flames which higher were Then the faint moisture of our Flocks could bear ? Damon . Codrus , I wot the dog that tended there Our Flocks was he which in the heavenly sphear So hotly hunts the Lyon that the trace of Virgo scarse his fiery steps allaies ; Into our vaines a feavour he convey'd , And on our vitall Spirits fiercely prey'd . Codrus . Oh why then brought she back her torred Zone ? Conquer'd her Trophyes ? Let us not alone After so many deaths ? renew'd our flame When t was impossible to quench the same ? It is the punishment of Hell to show The torturd soules those joyes they must not know ? Damon . Though my Flock languish under her aspect ; My panting Dog his office too neglect ; Though I refuse repast , and by her eyes Inflam'd , prostrate my selfe her sacrifice , I shall yet covet still her dubious rayes , Whose light revives as much as her heat slayes . Codrus . If Thyrcis slept not in her shady haire , If in his armes her snow not melted were , We might expect a more successfull day , And to some hopes our willing hearts betray , Which now live desperate without joy of light ; Her black eyes shed on us perpetuall night . Damon . Codrus because his ragged flock was thin , His Sheep walk bare , and his Ewes did not yene , His noble Love ( hear this O Swaines ) resignd His eyes delight a wealthier mate to find ; But she ( rash in her choice ) gave her embrace To one whose bread courser then Codrus was . Codrus . Damon ( then whom none e're did longer burne ; Nor at his rate , upon so small returne ) Damon ( the pride and glory of the mead When Nymphs and Swaines their tuned measures tread ) Begg'd of her that a better choice might prove She lov'd her selfe , since him she could not love . Damon . Had Thyrsis flocks in milke abounded more , I should not with such grief my losse deplore . Codrus . Could Thyrsis pipe more worthily resound Cloris , oh Cloris , I had comfort found . Both . That our heart-wracking sighs no gaine bequeath To Cloris , is a dying after death . On the infrequency of Celias Letters . DId not true love disdaine to owne His spirit all duration From paper-fuell , I might guesse Thy love and writing both surcease Together ; But I cannot think The life and Bloud of love is Ink ; Yet as when Phaebus leaves our coast ( The surface bound with chaines of frost ) Life is sustained by course repast , Such as in Spring nauseates the tast , So in my winter whilst you shine In the remotest Tropick signe Stramineous food paper and quill May fodder hungry love untill He reobtaine solstitiall hours To feast upon thy beauties flowers . The wonders then of Nature we Within out selves will justifie : Or what monumentall boast The first world made , the latter lost : Thy pointed flame shall constant ' bide As an eternall Pyramid ; The never dying Lamp of Urnes Revivid in my bosome burnes : Th' attractive virtue of the North Resembleth thy magnetick worth ; And from my scorcht heart through mine eyes Aetnean flashes shall arise : we shall make good when more unite The fable of Hermaphrodite : The Spring and Harvest of our blisse The ripe and budding Orange is ; We little worlds shall thus rehearse The wond●rs of the Universe As a small watch keeps equall pace With the vast Sun's impetnous race To her questioning his Estate . PRethee no more , how can Love saile ? Thy providence becalmes our Seas : Suspensive care binds up each gale ; Fear doth the lazy current freize . Forecast and Love , the Lover sweares , Remov'd as the two Poles should be : But if on them must roll the spheares Of our well tun'd felicity : If Summes and Terrars I must bring , Nor may my Inventory hide , Know I am richer then the King Who guilt Pactolus yellow Fide. For Love is our Philosophers stone ; And whatsoever doth please thy sense , My prising estimation Shall elevate to quintessence . Thy lips each cup to wine shall charme , As the Suns kisses do the Vine ; Naked embraces keep us warme ; And stript , then May thou art more fine . And when thou hast me in thy armes , ( The power of Fancie's then most high ) Instate me by those mighty charmes In some imperiall monarchy . Thus I am thy wealth , thou art mine : And what to each other we appear , If Love us two in one combine The same then in our selves we are , The Spring . SEE how the Spring courts thee , Emaphilis ; The painted Meadowes to invite thy eyes But on their rich embroydery ▪ the shade Of every grove is now an harbour made Where devout birds ( to celebrate thy praise ) Each morn and evening offer up their laies , Now the soft wind his winter-rage deposes Sollicites Gardens for the breath of Rosses . To pay as homage to thy sweeter lips , Where such Nectarean fragrancy he sips That richly laden to the East he roues And with thy breath perfumes those spicy groves : Their native fount and sacred Naiades These Issuing streames renouncing to the presse ; whom finding they with purling murmurs chide : That Natures Law Commands away their tide : wishing that winter would confine their race In Icy chaines , that they might stand and gaze ; If thou canst thus enflame Natures cold rheume What wonder that my youthfull floud consume ? The cruell Mistresse . TELL me O love why Celia , smooth As Seas when winds forbear to sooth Their waves to wanton curles , then down More soft which doth the Thistle Crown , Whither then is the milky road That leades to Joves supreme aboad , Should harder far and rougher be Then most obdurate rocks to me ; Sheds on my hopes as little day As the pale Moon 's aclipsed ray ? My heart would break , but that I hear Love gently whisper in my ear , Actions of women by affection lead Must backward like the sacred tongue , be read To his Mistresse , Desiring him to absent himselfe . SEE how this river 's liquid glasse Can never cease its motion , Untill he hide his Christall face i th' bosome of the Ocean . The amorous Nymphs who closely guide His purling Chariots reines , Declare that loves impetuous tide To be represt disdaines . Charm Zephyr that his gentle wing Not with Narcissus play ; The Sun in his diurnall ring From Thetis lap delay . Stop the departed soules career To its appointed blisses ; All thi● effected , you may steer Me to abstaine your kisses . To his scornfull Mistresse . LOve in 's first infant dayes had 's Wardrobe full ; Sometimes we found him courting in a Bull . Then , drest in snowy plumes , his long neck is Made pliable and fit to reach a kisse : When aptest for imbraces he became Either a winding Snake , or curling Flame : And cunningly a pressing kisse to gaine , The Virgins honour in a Grape would staine : When he consulted Lawns for privacies , The Shepheard , or his Ram was his disguise : But the blood raging to a rape , put on A Satyre , or a wilder Stallion ; And for variety , in Thetis Court Did like a Dolphin with the Sea-Nymph sport : But since the sad Barbarian yoak hath bowd The Grecian neck , Love hath lesse change allowd , Contracted lives in eyes ; no flaming robes Wears , but are lent him in your Christall Globes : Not worth a waterd Garment ; when he wears That Element he steals it from my tears . A Snake he is ( alasse ) when folded in Your frowns , where too much sting guards the fair skin A Shepheard unto cares , and onely sips The blushing Grape of your Nectarean lips : The Ram Bull stallion Satyrs onely fight Loves battels now in my wild appetite . He in his Swan too suffers a restraint , Cygnaean onely in my dying plaint . Since all his actions love to moralls turnes , And faintly now in things lesse reall burnes , In such a weaknesse contraries destroy , And she his murdresse is , who now is coy . To Mr. J. L. Vpon his Treatise of Dialling . OLd time but for thy art , alone would passe , And idly bear his solitary glasse : Though he fly fast , thy judgment mounted on The wings of fancy , yoakes his motion : Each little sand falls not unquestioned by The due observance of thy piercing eye ; Each moment you converse with so , that thus Discoursing his stage seemes not tedious : others perhaps by their mechanick art May ask him what 's a clock , then let him part : Thou in thy circles conjur'st him to stay Till he relate to thee the month and day ; All propositions of the Globe dost bring To be confest as well in dialling : What lucky signes successively do run , By the reclining chariot of the Sun ; And in a various dialect of Schemes Interprets't all the motions of his beames How many houres each day he travells in When he arrives diogonall Inne . Other bookes show the trade of dialling , But thine the art and reason of the thing : Thou knowst the spring and cause that makes it go ; Addest new wheeles ; demonstrated all so That weake eyes now may see what was before Defective in the fam'd Osorius store : A lim at least of this celestiall trade Asleep till now lay in the Gnomons shade ; Nor teachest thou as those who first did find With much circumference the Indian mine ; Thy needle points the nearest way , and hath Made streight th' obliquity of the old path ; Thou nor thine art our praises need , yet I Will for this miracle both deify . Thine art enlightens by a shade , of that Nothing a reall Science you create . Epithalamium , To the L. T. marryed in the North . WElcome fairest , Thee our rime Congratulates rather then him Who shines obliquely on our Clime . Thy beams directly pointed fall , That we our Bear the Cancer call , This Zone stile Equinoctiall . The mists our Germane Seas create Thy eyes ( though Phaebus mediate ) Originally dissipate . Cassiope , though heavenly faire , Hides her new face and burnisht Chaire , When you enlighten the dayes aire . They onely rule materiall sense , Your loves example may dispence To inflam'd soules chast influence . Unto that flame which doubly warmes ( Thy beauty's Summer , and loves charmes ) May time nor sickness threaten harmes . My Hymens torch on northen shore Dilate into a Pharos ; For Besieg'd by cold fire burnes the more To Eugenio , A discription of the love of true Friendship . MAN , of a troubled Spirit , prone to fight , In fortitude placing too much delight , Unjustly Friendship disinherited , No dowry to her hath proportioned Amongst the morall Sisters of the will ; Goddesse of youth though she , yet should not fill Their cups , be she none of the wheeles , her right Is in the treasure , drawes the appetite To amiable good ; But if the raine Be held by Prudence ( for she guides the wain ) This virtue next inheritrix is she , Fitted to turne upon that axletree ; For lamely would the wills bright chariot move If not inform'd by friendly heat of Love , Whose lightning shoots directly , never bends Reflecting glances upon private ends . Indeed her sister ( of a bastard race ) Squints on her good , like Venus in her glasse ; Mechanick love , desire with usury , Which nere is lent but for utility , Or some returne of pleasure to the sense ; A thrifty worldling hight Concupiscence . The first a wealthy Queen of generous strain ; The latter indigent , and works for gaine ; That , from the bosome of the deitie ; Derives the lustre of her pedigree ; Who of this wonder truely is possest Hath heavens Epitome lodg'd in his breast ; This Children to their Parents give ; by this Perfumd with Frankincense the alter is ; That 's Gold refined , whose solidity ( The perfect emblem of true constancy ) Being ductile , will consume it selfe and pine Even to small threads , to make another fine : Self-loving this as subtle Mercury , Which parted , to it self again doth fly Ad amicum & cognatum T. S. AETernae , primo repetam de fonte Sobrine A nobis initum foedus amicitiae ; Non erat in causis probitas promiscua morum , Quodque iisdem tecum ritibus oro deum , Nec simul edocti quod avenam in flavimus unam , Nec Quod de nostra stripe racemus eras ? Hae modo conciliatrices si mentibus essent Convictus , virtus , strips eademque fides Debueram plures arsisse hac lege , merentes Aeque de nostra forsan amicitia . Causa subest ex Naturae penetralibus hausta , Esse meae paritas indolis atque tuae : Si flammam admoveas flammae , si fluctibus undas , Res in idem , fuerat quae modo bina , redit . Confusi pariter genio coalescimus uno , Compagesque tuae mentis ubique mea est : Cumque meum tecum similaribus undique constet Partibus ingenium , prona synaxis erat : Virtutis seges ampla tuae sit mater amoris , Mater amicitiae non critilla meae : Plures inter amor diffunditur ; ipso duorum Tantum , qui fiunt unus , amicitia est , Quicquid id est quod nos a nobis cogit amari Nos eadem ratio temet amare facit . To the same being sicke of a feavour . Horat : od : 2. 17. AM not I in thy feavour sacrifiz'd ? That you alone by Fate should besurpriz'd , ( You my sole Sun-shine , my Soules wealth and pride ) Is both by me and by the Gods denide : If hasty death take thee ( my soule ) away , Can I , a loath'd imperfect carkasse stay ? No no ; Our twisted lives must be cut both Together ; This I dare confirm by oath , When e're thou leapst into the fatall boat I le leap in , glad with thee in death to float : Nor shall that dubious monster , breathing fire , Nor Gyges hundred hands did he respire , Pluck me from this resolve approved so By Fate and Justice : whither Scorpio Fierce in my Horoscope , or Capricorne Oppressing Latium with his watry horne , Or Libra brooded my nativity , 'T is sure our mutuall Stars strangley agree . To the same , Recovered of the small Pox . NAture foreseeing that if thou wert gone , And we her younger Children left alone , None could with Virtue feed this beggerd age ( For with thee Heir is gone , and Heritage ) In pitty longer lent us Thee , that so Thou mightst lead mankind , and teach how to go , How to speak Languages , to discourse how , How the created book of things to know , How with smooth cadence harsher verse to file , Within soft numbers to confine a stile , And lastly how to love a freind , for this Lesson the Crown of humane actions is . Nor was 't in pitty to our state alone . She , as all do , reflected on her owne , And gave thee longer breath , that our desire Might learne of thine her beauty to admire Nor out of pitty to thy youth , whose hearse Not to thy selfe , but to the Universe Had Ship-wrack been ; For thou hadst stood being dead Above the sphear of being pittied . Let then this thy redintegrated wrack Not Irksome be if onely for our sake , ( For friendship is the greatest argument Moves us to be from Angels here content ) Yet one inducement more thy stay may plead , That nature hath so clean thy prison made ; What though she pit thy skin ? She onely can Deface the woman in thee , not thee Man . To the same . LEt me not live if I not wonder why In night of rurall contemplation I , So long have dream't , when from thy lips I might As instantly gain intellectuall light As by this Amphitheater of aire The Suddain beames of Sol imbibed are ; Why then by reflex Letters like the Moon Shine I , when thou invit'st me to thy Noon ? Why do I vainly sweat here to controule Th' assertours of the perishable Soule , Where all the reason I encounter , can Scarse win beliefe a tustick is a man . To reconcile the contradiction Of Freedome with Predestination , To be resolv'd the Earth doth rost upon Her Ax is as a spit against the Sun , Or what bold Argive fleet durst to translate Of those beasts that first straid from Ararat , Onely the noxious to America , And how these puny Pilots found the way , Or whether from the habitable Moon , Like Saturn , they , and Vulcan , tumbled down , Whether abroad Imaginations work , Whether in numbers potency doth lurk , Whether all Earth intended was for gold , And thousands more we doubtfully do hold ? Thus we poor Scepticks in the region Of Fancy float , foes to assertion , But I will pearch on thee , and make my stand Of setled knowledge on thy steady hand . To the same , On my Library , A SATYRE . A Hundred here together buriedly , Still jangling with eternall enmity , Contesting after death ; The stagirite Advanceth there with his trust band , to fight Against Ideas : Th' Epicurean Band In Armes which pleasure guilt , here ready stand To charge the rusty Sword of the severe Stoick . Phlebotomizing Galen there Triumphs in bloud , and not the bad alone Exterminates his corporation , But makes joynt Ostracismes for the good ; Till later wits resenting Natures food In greatest need Promiscuously had been Disgarisond , invent new discipline , Strengthening the vitalls with some cordiall dose , Which Nature might which unbroke files oppose . But upon fresh supplies let her cashire , If not reducible , each mutineer . On yonder shelfe we may the heritage Find of this heathen sword fal'n to our age : A doubtfull blade whose fore-edge guards the sense Of Stoicks Fate ; The sharp back is the fence Of Lernean Predestination , The bane of Crownes and true devotion . The wills ability Pelagius calls What Peripateticks stile Pure Naturalls . The point by which Philosophy did use To prove Ideas , you 'l confesse obtuse To that by which Religion now maintaines Uncouth Chimaeras of exorbitant braines . As the worlds noble Soule , the generous Sun By an equivocall conjunction Begets the basest creeping progeny , So when the princely Sire Phylosophy Adulterates faith , the monsters that arise Degenerate to bastard Heresies . Thus have I made a short narration Here of a posthumus contention : They to thy Judgement all submit their hate , Hoping thy presence soon will moderate Their vast dissent , as element all strife Is ●inder far when actuated by life . To the same , on his Poems and Translations . IF what we know be made our selves , ( for by Dev●sting all materiality , And melting the bare species into Our intellect ; Our selves are what we know ) Thou art in largenesse of thy knowing mind As a Seraphick essence unconfind , Content within those narrow walls to dwell , Yet canst so far that point of flesh outswell That thine intelligence extends through all Languages which we Europaean call . What Colossaean strides dost thou enlarge ! Fixing one foot in Sequan's watry barge Dost in Po t'other lave , teaching each Swan A note more dying then their Idiom can : Vext Tagus Nympths receive of thee new dresses , Composing in Thame's glasse their golden tresses : Yea more I 've seen thy young Muse bath her wing In the deep waters of Stagira's Spring . Nor do thy beames warm by reflex alone ; Those that emerge directly from the Sun Of thy rich Fancy , warm our loves , as well As those whom other Languages repell ; Thou the divine acts thus dost imitate , As well conserve an Author , as create . On then brave youth , Learnings full Systeme ; Go Enlarge thy selfe to a vast Folio ; That the world in suspence where to bestow That admiration which it late did ow To the large knowing Belgick Magazine [ H. Grot ] May justly pay it thee as his assigne : If future houres with laden thighes shall strive To fill as well thine intellectuall hive As those are past , the Court of Honour must To Crown thee , ravish Garlands from his dust . To the same on his Poems , That he would likewise manifest his more Serious labours . THou Natures step here treadest in , Dost show us but thy Soules fair skin , What Phancy more then Intellect did spin . Thus Nature showes the roses paint , Us with the outside doth acquaint , But keeps reserv'd the soule of the fair plant . Thy sailes all see swelling with hast ; Yet the hid ballast steeres as fast His steady course as the apparant mast . For though carv'd workes onely appeare We know there is a Basis here Doth them together with the Fabrick bear . And that thy lightning Intellect , Though in the cloudes yet undetect Can Natures bowells pierce with its aspect . Melting through stubborn doubts his way , Whilst Fancy guilds things with her ray , And but o th' surface doth of Nature play . But whilst thy Intellect doth wear Thy Phancies dresse , his motions are In Epicides not his proper sphear . Breake forth and let his double signe In their own orbes distinctly shine ; Castor alone bodes danger to the Pine . To the same On His Translation of two Spanish Novells . THis Transplantation of Sicilian Loves To the more pleasing shades of Albion's groves Though I admire , yet not the thing betrayes My soule to so much wonder , as the wayes And manner of effecting ; That thy youth Untravail'd there , should with such happy truth Unlock us this Iberian Cabinet , Whose diamonds you in polisht English set , Such as may teach the eyes of any dame i th' Brittish Court to give and take a flame ; Herein the greatest miracle we see , That Spain for this hath traveld unto thee . To the same . DAmon , thrice happy are thy layes Which Amarillis deignes to praise , And teachest them no restlesse flame , But Centers thy love there whence first it came ! Her Soul she , and her wealthy flocks Mingles with thine ; Braids her bright locks Becomingly with thy brown shade , Whence the Morn is so sweetly doubtfull made . Oh may that twisted twilights power Infuse in each successive houre Eternall calmes , untainted raies ! Your tresses rule her nights , and hers your dayes ! Whilst Thyrsis his sad reed inspires With nought but sighs and hopelesse fires ; Yet glad to spy from his dark Cell The dawn of Joy from others night expell . On the Marriage of my deare Kinsman T. S. Esq and Mrs. D. E. WHilst the yong world was in minority Much was indulged ; no proximity Of equall bloud could then stile marriage Incestuous : But in her riper age Nature a polititian grew , and laid A sin on wedlock that at home was made : That Families being mixt , the world might so Both Issue propogate and Friendship too , How will you two then Natures frown abide , Who are in worthinesse so neer allide ? ( For sure she meant that other vertues be Enlarged thus , as well as Amitie . ) Civility you might have taught the North , She the South Chastity : But now this worth Is wanting unto both , 'cause you engrosse And to your selves communicate this losse . But since best tempers vertae soon admit , Your two well-tun'd complections may so fit A ●●cond race , and naturall goodnesse lend , That nature shall not thus misse of her end . On matchlesse couple then , Hymen smiles , on , And by a perfect generation Such living Statues of your selves erect , That they those vertues which this age reject May teach the future , and to act restore , All Honour , living onely now in power . Be thou the Adam , she the Eve that may Pople a true reall Vtopia . To Mrs. D. S. on the birth of Sidney , her second Son . Dear Neice . MAY rest drown all thy paines : But never sleep Thy painfull merits whilst feet Verses keep , And Muses wings they shall along , and blow Thy Fame abroad , whilst time shall circuits go To judge strifes elementall , and arowse The drousy world to mind this noble spouse . How opportunely her Heroick fruit Waving her own , doth our torn sex recruit Two Boyes have sprung from her wombs lively mold , ' Ere both the Parents fourty Summers told . She might such humane Goddesses produce As might the relaps'd world again amuse Into Idolatry , and justify Bright Cyprias fable , each poetick ly Old Greece or any modern lover made To deify the beauty of a Maid . But The prizing her mate 'bove her own eyes Him rather with his likenesse gratifies ; The reason , if a Poet may divine , Why all her Blossomes quicken masculine Is , that her Brethren ( never extant seen , But possible ) by Fate have kindred been Into her flesh , which flowers in Virgin Snow Benum'd , slept in their winter cause , till now That Nuptiall Sun approacht , whose piercing ray Op'ning their Urn , recall'd them into day . On this trade Angells wait , and on their wing Created Soules into new Bodies bring : What power hath Love , that can set Heaven a task To make a Gem , when he prepares the Cask ? And if well set , or void of heynous flaw , Ordained by the Creatures gracious Law For his own weating , which himselfe will own An Ornament even to his burnisht Crown . On then fair spouse , and ease the pangs of Birth By thinking you enrich both Heaven and Earth . Think you may live till they in honours sphear Brighter then the Tindaridae appear ; And then you cannot dy ? the lives you gave , They amply will repay , despoile the grave Of your Immortall name : may you behold Them fully act the praise I faintly told . Horat : Od. 3. 3. A Man endeed uwith Virtue feares nothing . THe presence of a Tyrant , nor the zeale Of Citizens forcing rebellions , Can shake a squarely solid soule , the seale Infringe of honest resolutions : Untroubled He on stormy Adria Sailes ; At Thunder is undaunted as the oak : If nature in a generall ruine failes He with contented mind sustaines the stroak . To Sr. J. G. wishing me to regain my fortunes by complyance with the Parliament . THE resignation of my selfe and mine I prostrate at the footstep of his Shrine , Who for the mighty love he bore to me Laid out himselfe in each capacity , Unasked pawnes his deity , and shrouds All mighty feeblenesse in humane clouds , And even that Cottage did to death engage For three dayes , to redeem our Heritage ; For no lesse price then his humanity Could ransome us , stampt with divinity . The story of this noble Surety ( friend ) Should to such extasy our zeales extend , That our Estates or selves we ne're should deeme So free , as when they morgag'd are for him : I therefore can with a contented mind Shake hands with all the wealth of either Inde ; In a clear conscience finding riches more Then there the Sun bequeaths unto his Ore ; Who drinks with sacred Druids at the brook , ( Whose unjust sufferings are for guilt mistook , ) And from their mouth ( now the forbidden tree Alasse , of knowledge ) sucks divinity , With Angels on an honest bed of leaves Redintegrated Paradise conceaves ; For Heaven is onely Gods revealed face ; So these make Paradise , and not the place . The World . JS this that goodly Edifice So gaz ' d upon by greedy eyes ? A sceane where cruelty's exprest , Or Stage of folly es at the best . Who can the Musick understand From the soft touch of Natures hand , When man her chiefest Instrument So harshly jarres without consent . Do not her naturall agents too Faile in their operations , so That he to whom they best appeare Sees but the Tombes of what they were ? Her chiefest Actions then are such That no externall sense may touch ; Shown doubtfully to the minds sight By the dark Phancy's glimmering light . The Night indeed which hideth all Things else discloseth the Stars pale And sickly faces ; but our sense Cannot perceive their Influence . They are the hidden books of Fate , Where what with paines we calculate And doubt , is onely plainly known To those assist their motion . The close conveyances that move With silent vertue from above Incessantly on things below , Our duller eyes can never know . Nothing but colour , shape and light Create their species in our sight : All substances avoyd the sense Close couched under accidents , In which attir'd by nature , we Their loose apparell onely see ; Spirits alone Intuitive , Can to the heart of essence dive . Why then should we desire to sleep Groveling like swine in mire , so deep , The mind for breath can find no way , Choak'd up , and crowded into clay . Stript of the flesh , in the clear spring Of Truth she bathes her soring wing On whom do all Ideas shine Reflected from the Glasse divine . Gray Haires . WElcome gray haires , whose light I gladly trust To guide me to my peacefull bed of dust : My lifes bright Stars , whose wakefull eyes shut mine ; Stand on my head as Tapers on my shrine , The worlds grand noise of nothing ( which invades My soule ) exclude from deaths approaching shades ; But as the day is usher'd in by one And the same Star that shewes the day is done , This twilight of my head , this doubtfull sphear , My Bodys Evening , my soules Morning Star , Th' allay of white amongst the browner haires As well the birth as death of day declares ; As he whom from the Hill saw the moist Tomb , Of earth , together with her pregnant womb , This mingled colour with ambiguous strife Demonstrates my decaying into life . Thus life and death compound the world ; Each weed That fades revives by sowing its own seed : Matter suppos'd the whole Creation Is nothing but form and privation : No borrow'd tresses then no cheating dy Shall to false life my dying locks bely ; I shall a perfect Microcosme grow When as the Alpes , I crowned am with snow . I will beleive this white the milky way Which leads unto the Court of endlesse day . Then let my life's flame so intensely burn That all my haires may into ashes turn , Whence may arise a Phoenix to repay With Hallelujahs this Eygnean lay . A Dialogue upon death . Phillis . Damon . Phil : DAmon amidst the blisses we In joynt affections fully prove , Doth it not sometimes trouble thee , To think that death must part our love ? Dam : Though sweets concentrate in thy armes , And that alone I revell there , A willing prisoner to those charmes , Love cannot teach me death to fear . Phil : Say of these sweets I should beguile Thy tast by my inconstancie , And on thy rivall Thyrsis smile , Would not that losse work grief in thee ? Dam : Oh nothing more ; For here to be Is Hell and thy embraces lack ; Yet is it Heaven even without thee To dye ; Then onely art thou black . Phil : Then onely art thou black my dear ; When death shall blast thy vitall light ; Whilst I in lifes bright day appear , Thou sleepst forgot in deaths sad Night . Dam : Thou art thick-sighted ; couldst thou see Farre off , the other side of death Would such a prospect open thee As thou must needs be sick of breath . Phil : How can that be , when sense doth keep The dore of pleasure ? That destroyed , The soule if it survive , must sleep , Senselesse of delectation voyd . Dam Sense is the doore of such delight As beasts receive ; through which alas ( Since Nature's nothing but a fight , ) More enemies then friends do passe : Nor is the soule lesse capable , But naked doth her object prove More truely ; as more sensible Is this fair hand stript of its glove . Phil : My Damon sure hath sufeirted Of Phillis , and would fain get hence ; Yet mannerly he vailes his dead Love under a divine pretence . Dam : Whilst I am flesh thou needst not fear Of love in my warm breath a dearth ; For since affections earthly are They must love thee the fairest Earth . Phil : If thou receive a certain good Of pleasure in enjoying me , 'T is wisedome then to period Thy wishes in a certainty . Dam : Joyes reap'd on earth like grasped aire Away even in enjoyment fly ; Certain are onely such as bear The stampt of immortality . Phil : Shall we for hope of future blisse The good of present Love neglect ? Who will a Wren possest dismisse , A flying Eagle to expect ? Dam : Who use not here the Heavenly way , And in desire of thither go , Will at their death uncertain stray Losing themselves in endlesse wo . Phil : Since death such hazards wait upon Ile unfrequent love's vain delight , And wing my contemplation For prea-equaintance with that height . Dam : Come then , let 's feed our flocks above On Sions hill ; so will delights Grow fresher in the vale of Love : Change thus may whet chafte appetites . Death . SUnk eyes , cold lips , chaps faln , cheeks pale and wan Are onely bugbeares falsely frighting man ; This is the vizard , not deaths proper face , For who looks through it with the eye of Grace Shall find death deckt in so divine a ray That none would be such a self-foe to stay In mortall Clouds , did not the wiser hand Of supreme power joyn with his strict command , Pangs in our dissolution , which all shun , But would wish , if they knew life then begun . Man is a Creature mixt of Heaven and Earth ; Of beast and Angell ; when he leaves this breath He is all Angell ; The Soules future eye Is by the prospect of Etern●ty Determin'd onely ; who content doth rest With present good no better is then Beast . The heathens prov'd since the soule cannot find In Natures store to satisfie the mind , Her essence Supernat'rall , and shall have Her truest object not before the Grave . Could I surmise the Immateriall mate Of this dull flesh should languish after fate Like widdowed Turtles ; or the glimmering light Bereav'd of her dark lanthorn should be quite Blown out by death ; or dwell on faithlesse mire , Inhopitable fens , like foolish fire Wandring through dismal vales of horrid night Th' approach of death deservedly might fright . But faiths clear eye more certainely surveyes Then any optick Organ , for the rayes That shew her object to us are divine Reflected by Th' omniscient Christalline . They then who surely know death leade●h right To a vast Sea of ravishing delight Cannot , when he knocks at their earthen Gate , Suffer him storm his entrance , but dilate Their ready hearts as to a friend , for now He beares no sting , no horror in his brow ; The Christiall-Ruby streame which did pursue The spear that sluc't Christs side dyde his grim hue To white and red , beautys complection : He comes no more to spoile thy mansion , But to afford thee that Inheritance Which cannot be conceiv'd without a Trance ; To be translated to the fellowship Of Angells , there with an immortall lip To drink Nectarean bowles of endlesse good , Where the Creators face is the Soules food . The best condition here is but to be An elect spouse to that great deitie , But death the Bride-maid leads us to the bed Where youth and pleasures are eternised : When I consider the whole world obeys Creations law , onely untame man strayes , I cannot think this is his proper sphear Where all his actions move irregular Nor shall my wishes ever so exclude The decent orderly vicissitude Of Natures constant Harmony , to pray For a harsh jarring by unruly stay . These with the p●ines and shame of doting age Wit cause the mind betimes to loath her Cage . On the death of my dear brother Mr. H. S. drown'd . The Tomb . WHy weeps this Marble ? can his frigid power Thicken the ambient air into a shower ? Ah no ; these teares have sure an other cause Then the necessity of Natures Lawes ; These teares their spring have from within ; there lies The spoile of Nature , crime of destinies : How well this silent sadnesse doth become His awfull shade ; the horrour of the Tomb Strikes palenesse through my soule ; yet I must on And pay the rights of my devotion . Pardon you guardian Angells ( who attend And keep his bones safe from the stygian fiend ) That I disturb your watch with untun'd layes I come to mourne and not to sing , his praise . A Sun that sat in flouds , but , oh sad hast , Ere the Meridian of his age was past , A purer day the East did nere disclose ; Then in his clear affections orient rose Tempestuous passion did in him appear But Physick , as the lightnings purge the aire : Martiall his temper was , yet overcame Others by smiles , himselfe by force did tame ; Here lies the best of man : nature with thee Lost her perfection and integritie . On the same . The Boast . HOW well this brittle Boat doth personate Mans fraile estate ? Whose concave fill'd with lightsome aire did scorn The proudest storm : Mans fleshy boat beares up , whilst breath doth last He feares no blast : Poor floating Bark , whilst on yon mount you stood Rain was your food . Now the same moisture which once made thee grow Doth thee oreflow . Rash youth hath too much saile , his giddy path No ballast hath ; He thinks his Keel of wit can cut all waves , And passe those Graves , Can shoot all Cataracts and safely steer The fourscorth year . But stoop thine eare ill-councelld youth , and hark , Look on this Bark , His Emblem whom it carried , both defi'd Stormes , yet soon dyed ; Onely this difference , that sunk downward , this Waighd up to bl●sse . On the same . The Tempers . THe Elements that do mans house compose Are all his chiefest foes ; Fire , Aire , Earth , Water , all are at debate , Which shall predominate ▪ Sometimes the Tyrant fire in feavours raves , And brings us to our graves , Sometimes the Aire in whirling of our braines And windy Colicks raignes ; Now Earth with melancoly man invades , Making us walking shades ; Now water in salt Rheumes works our decay And dropseys quench our day ▪ But this war equall was in him ; the fight : Harmony and delight , Till Treacherous Thames taking the waters part Surpriz'd his open heart . To my dear Sister Mrs. S. The Chamber . ENtring your doore Istarted back , sure this ( Said I ) deaths shady house and household is , And yonder shines a beauty ( as of old Magnificent Tombs eternall Lamps did hold , In lieu of lifes light ) a fair Taper hid In a dark lanthorn ; an eye shut in 's lid ; A flower in shade ; a star in nights dark womb ; An alablaster Columne to a Tomb . But why this night in day can thy fair eye Delight in such an Aethiops company ? Man hath too many naturall clouds ; his bloud And flesh so blind his hood wink'd soule that good Is scarce discern'd from bad ; why should we then Seek out an artificiall darkesome den ? The better part of nature hidden lies ; The stars indeed we may behold , and Skies , But not their Influence ; we see the fire But not then heat ; why then should we desire More night , when darknesse so ore Nature lies That all things mask their better qualities : To the same . Thursday : NOw I me resolv'd the crasy Universe Growes old , the Sun himselfe is nigh his hearse ; Seven Daughters in one week his youthfull rayes Were wont to get ; but since his strength decays Six are the most : Thursday is lost ; for we Who boast our selves skill'd in th' Astronomy Of your day-shedding eyes , by that light swear That day is lost in which you not appear ▪ That thy dark phancy might a giant-woe Beget , thou makst a night Herculean too ; The late Astronomers have found it true , We have lost many dayes , but 't is by you Our calculation erres ; and we shall rage If you go on to cheat us of our age ; One day in Seaven is lost ; and in threescore We are bereaved of nine yeares , and more : So will your grief dilate it selfe like day , And all as you , become untimely gray . To the same . the Rose . AFter the honey drops of pearly showers Vrania walk'd to gather flowers : Sweet Rose ( I heard her say ) why are these feares ? Are these drops on thy cheek thy teares ? By those thy beauty fresher is , thy smell Arabian spices doth excell . This rain ( the Rose replied ) feeds and betrays My odours ; adds and cuts off dayes : Had not I spread my leaves to catch this dew My scent had not invited you , Vrania sigh'd and softly said , 't is so , Showers blow the rose and ripen woe : For mine ( a lasse ) when washt in flouds sweet clean , Heaven put his hand forth and did glean . To the same . Mans Life . MAn's life was once a span ; now one of those Atoms of which old Sophies did compose The world ; a thing so small , no emptinesse Nature can find at all by his decease ; Nor need she to attenuate the aire , And spreading it , his vacancy repaire , The swellings that in hearts and eyes arise Repay with ample bulk deaths robberies . Why should we then weep for a thing so slight Converting lifes short day to a long night ? For sorrowes make one Moneth seem many yeares , Times multiplying glasse is made of teares . Our life is but a painted perspective ; Greif the false light that doth the distance give ; Nor doth it with delight ( as shaddowing ) Set off , but as a staffe fixt in a spring Seem crookt and larger ; then dry up thy teares , Since through a double mean nought right appeares . To the same . The Excuse . NOr can your sexes easinesse excuse Or countenance your teares to be profuse . Some she 's there are , whose breath is onely sighes : Who weep their own , in others obsequies : But in the reason , like the Sun at noon , Dispells usurping clouds of Passion ; Where feminine defects are wanting , there All Femininee xcuses wanting are ; Think not , since vertue then above them reares ▪ A womans name can priviledge thy teares : Fortune materiall things onely controwles But doth her selfe pay homage unto soules : There hath no power , can do no injurie , The Pavement where the stars their dances form By their own Musick , is above all storme : For Meteors but imperfect mixtures are In the raw bosome of distemperd aire : Then let thy soule shine in her Christall spheare , They 're Comets in the troubled air appear . To the same . The Reasons . IS it because he died , or that his yeares Not many were , that causeth all these teares ? If for the first , you should have alwayes wept , Even in his life from first acquaintance kept Sorrow awake , for that you know his Fate Prefixed had a necessary date ; How unadvisedly do you lament Because things mortall are not permanent ? Or is 't because he ere his aged Snow , Or Autume came , was ravishd from the bough ? Ask but the sacred Oracle , you there Shall find , untimely deaths no windfall are . The grand example , Miracle of good , ( In vertue onely old ) slain in the bud Newly disclosing man . It were a shame To wish then that of his , a longer flame . Who would not dy before subdued by age ? That Conquest oft Fortune pursues with rage ; Or sin in that advantage wounds him worse : To wish him long life then , had been a curse . To the same . The Teares . YOu moderne wits who call this world a star , Who say , the other planets too worlds are , And that the spots that in the midstar found Are to the people there Ilands and ground ; And that the water which surrounds the Earth Reflects to each , and gives their shining birth ; The brightnesse of these teares had you but seen Faln from her eyes , no argument had been To contradict that water here displayes To them as they to us siderious rayes . Her Teares have then the stars a better right And a more clear propriety to light . For stars receive their borrowd beames from far , These bring their own along with them , and are Born in the sphear of light ; Others may blind Themselves with weeping much , because they spend The brightnesse of their eyes upon their teares , But hers are inexhaustible ; she spares Beames to her teares as Tapers lend their light And should excesse of teares rob her of sight , Two of these moist sparks might restore't : our eyes An humour watry chrystalline comprise , Why may not then two christall drops restore That sight a Christall humour gave before . Love dewes his locks here , woes each drop to fall A pupill in his eye and sight recall : And I hope fortune passing through this rain Will at last see to recompence her pain . On the death of my much honourd Vncle Mr. G. Sandys . PArdon ( great Soul ) if duty grounded on Bloud and affections firm devotion Force my weak muse to sacriledge , and by Short-payment rob thy sacred memory . To be thy wits Executor , though I No title have , yet a small Legacy Fitting my small reception didst thou leave , Which from thy learned works I did receive ; I should then prove unthankfull to deny Some spices to embalm that memory , Whose Soul and better part thy lines alone Establish in Eternity's bright throne : Our humble art the body of thy fame Onely to Memphian mummie tries to frame ; Which though a swarthy drynesse it puts on Is raised yet above corruption . A Tomb of rarest art , Magnificent As ' ere the East did to thy eyes present , Erected by great Falklands learned hands To thee alive , in his eloqiums stands . Thy body we are onely then t' interre , And to those matchlesse Epitaphs refer The hasty passenger that cannot stay To heare thy larger Muse her worth display . Unlesse unto the Croud about the Hearse ( Those busy Sons of sense ) I shall rehearse What worth in thy material part did dwell , And at the funerall thy Scutcheons spell ; Declare the extraction of thy noble line , What graces from all parts of thee did shine , That age thy sense did not at seventy cloud , And thee a youth all then but death allow'd : As for thy Soul , if any do enquire , T is making Anthems in the heavenly Quire . Epitaph on Sir R. D. HEre lies the pattern of good men ; Heaven and Earths lov'd Citizen . The Worlds faint wishes scarse can reach The good he did by action teach : So hating semblence , that his mind Left her deportment still behind , That he far better was then ere Unto the worlds eye did appeare , The poor can witnesse this , who cry Aloud their losse , his Charity ; The same and feeble now must creep To shew their crutch is laid asleep . His Houshold Servants , Tenants , all Weep here their Fathers Funeral : The war that gorg'd on his Estate His Table never could abate ; If ever he unjust was known , 'T was in receding from his own ; Exchanging what with trouble he Might save , to keep tranquilitie . His host of vertues struck such feare Into his foes , they did not dare To lay on his , that penalty They did on others Loyalty ; Which bore with him as high a rate As those who bought it with their ' state . Prudence and Innocence had made A league no harm should him invade , Peacefull amidst the wars his life , As in the Elementall strife . Of bodys that are temperd well Harmonious Soules at quiet dwell , When the worst humour had prevaild Upon the State , his vita●ls faild ▪ To shew , this feeling members health Was wrapt up in the Common-wealth . Grace Compar'd to the Sun . GRace as the Sun , incessantly its light Dilates upon the Vniversall face . Pagans that sit in Antipodian night Tast , by reflex of reason , beames of grace . Their sickly planet ( Queen of night not sleep ) Her wakefull eye in the Suns beames may steep . Grace is the Soules Soul ; the informing part Reason ( like Phosphere ) ushers in the day ; But the terene affections of the heart Repell which Pharean clouds this sacred ray . Internall , as externall night alone Springs from the Earths interposition . Goodnesse is priz'd by her own latitude ; The Persian ( wisest of Idolaters ) Adores the Sun as the most common good , From whose balm Natures hand nothing interrs . Worse then the Caliph is that votary Who worships a lesse loving deity . The Sun would raise this Globe to nobler birth , Transforming into Gold each minerall ; But in disposure of the Stubbourn Earth Renders his vertue ineffectuall ? Thus grace endeavours all to sublimate : Then blame thy selfe if not regenerate . Vpon the Nativity of our saviour and Sacrament then received . SEe from his watry Tropick how the Sun Approacheth by a double motion ! The same flight tending to the western seas Wheeles Northward by insensible degrees ; So this blest day beares to our Intellect ( As its bright fire ) a duplycate respect : None but a two-fac'd Janus can be guest And fit himselfe unto this double feast . That must before joyntly the Manger see , And view behind the execrable Tree . Here the blest Virgins living milk , and there The fatall streames of the Sons bloud appear ; Crowns at his tender feet in Bethlem ly ; Thorns bind his manly browes in Calvary ; Th' ashamed Sun from this his light withdrew ; A new born star the other joy'd to shew : To furnish out this feast , lo , in the pot Death here consults the salting Antidot : But least the sad allay should interfer , And corrupt this days smile into a tear , This very death makes up a fuller mirth Bequeathing to the worthy Guest new birth ; As to the mystick head , beseemingly , So to each member gives Nativity : The difference onely this , the deitie Born to our flesh , into his Spirit we . FINIS . A70171 ---- Miscellany poems upon several occasions consisting of original poems / by the late Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Cowly, Mr. Milton, Mr. Prior, Mrs. Behn, Mr. Tho. Brown, &c. ; and the translations from Horace, Persius, Petronius Arbiter, &c. ; with an essay upon satyr, by the famous M. 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A70171) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 55621) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 762:6 or 1145:12) Miscellany poems upon several occasions consisting of original poems / by the late Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Cowly, Mr. Milton, Mr. Prior, Mrs. Behn, Mr. Tho. Brown, &c. ; and the translations from Horace, Persius, Petronius Arbiter, &c. ; with an essay upon satyr, by the famous M. Dacier. Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687. Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. Milton, John, 1608-1674. Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689. Congreve, William, 1670-1729. Dacier, André, 1651-1722. Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724. [32], 112 p. Printed for Peter Buck ..., London : 1692. "The index": prelim. p. [31]-[32]. "Epistle dedicatory" signed: Charles Gildon. This work appears at reel 762:6 as Wing G733A, and at reel 1145:12 as Wing B5315 (Wing number cancelled in Wing (CD-ROM, 1996)). 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry. 2004-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-04 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2004-04 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-07 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion MISCELLANY POEMS UPON Several Occasions : Consisting of Original Poems , BY The late Duke of Buckingham , Mr Cowly , Mr. Milton , Mr. Prior , Mrs. Behn , Mr. Tho. Brown , &c. And the Translations from Horace , Persius , Petronius Arbiter , &c. WITH An Essay upon Satyr , By the Famous M. DACIER . Licens'd May 21. 1692. LONDON , Printed for Peter Buck , at the Sign of the Temple , near Temple-Bar , in Fleetstreet . 1692. The Epistle Dedicatory , TO Mr. CARDELL GOODMAN . SIR , THere are a sort of Spleenatic , Ill naturd Gentlemen in the World , who are so very Critical upon Dedications , that if they find the Author touching never so lightly on the just Praise of his Patron , they presently condemn him of Flattery , as if 't were impossible that any Man of THIS Age cou'd deserve a good Word . Among this number , I am sorry to find the Ingenious Sir George Mackenzie in his Epistle to Mr. Boyle , because I am confident if he had consulted Reason ( the subject of his Book ) he must at least have mollify'd the severity of his Opinion , as I hope will appear from what I have here to say . This great Name has serv'd many of the smaller Critics , who build their Judgment , and Reputation on Authority , as a safe Retreat against the Onsets of Reason , with which the Majority of them are at mortal odds . These Misanthropes are arriv'd to that extremity now , that they will not give a Man leave to discover his own private Knowledg of an other , if to his Advantage , under the unpleasant Penalty of being receiv'd as a servile , nauseous Sycophant . This Hazard , Sir , I must run , if I will declare in Public what I know of those excellent Accomplishments , which render you so dear to all that are acquainted wi●h you . Your WIT , and your Courage are things not to be mention'd , much less your GENEROSITY , that being a Vertue that never resides alone . There are some Vertues that are Solitary , and like Hermits dwell in Deserts , over-run with the Wilds of every vicious Deformity in Nature : But GENEROSITY is the King of Vertues , and never goes unattended , which makes me sometimes fancy , 't is the Result of all other Vertues , when they meet together ; The Harmony , which proceeds from the Active Agreement of all the rest . This I am sure , — 't is the noblest Emotion of the Soul , and that which gives the most finishing , and visible Stroaks to the Image of our Maker . Therefore these morose Gentlemen would never forgive me , if I should tell the World , that you are Generous almost to a Fault ( if 't were possible that could be criminal in Man , for which alone all the World does , and ever has worship'd a Deity ) tho' I know it to be true to the utmost Extent ; because that will make the considering part of Mankind conclude you adorn'd with all other Vertues , inseparable Companions of this . They will never consider the Reasons I have to aver this , viz. my own Knowledg , and the Experience of several others And tho' I urge , that I have found you Generous beyond the extravagance of Hopes , when the Bonds of Nature , the Laws of Humanity , and of God himself , could not obtain the least regard from those , who had not a little Reputation in the World for better Principles : Yet will they cry out I am a FLATTERER , if I express my Gratitude to you in Print . Strange effects of a profligate Age , when ill Nature and profess'd Scandal , dress'd in a Politer sort of Bilingsgate , shall be sufficient to establish a Man's Fame ( spite of all the most monstrous absurdities of the contexture ) as a Wit : And the most deserv'd Praise enough to stigmatize the Writer with indeleble Infamy . For if any Bold Man dare celebrate the Vertues of any one , they gaze upon him , and shake their Heads as if it were an impudent Imposture , or at best a Prodigy as incredible as a circular Rainbow , or any other unusual Phaenomenon , that there should be any thing Vertuous and Brave in OUR Age. Not that I am so very fond of this Opinion , that Vertues are in being at this time , and in the Practice of Men , as to take every appearance for a Reality . Nor do I admit a great many that pass for mighty Lovers of Vertue , into that number ; in particular , none of those , that are fam'd for a noisy Zeal in the controverted Points of Religion , which prompts an inconsidering Generation to cut one another's Throats , because they can't agree in what themselves allow uncertain . Nor those , who with a Precise Behaviour , make an Ostentatious Shew of being the most intimate Friends of God Almighty in Public , but shake Hands with the Devil in a corner with no little Ardor . Nor shall I grace with the noble Title of VERTVE , those sorts of Religious Charities , that have not the Equitable good of Mankind for their end , but only vain Glory in particular Reputation . I could name some , that are very forward in contributing largely to the Building any public Structure , which may commend their Names to Posterity , as well as to the present time , but are inexorable to the nearest Relations who seek for a private Assistance , tho' a Trifle would save a whole Family . That which affects the view of the World , is the Child of Pride , and is not at all to be valu'd by any considering Man ; the other is the Off-spring of Vertue , having nothing but the good of another for its end , and yet it obtains generally a more lasting Fame , and especially if it meet with Ability and Gratitude to commend it to Posterity , in a nobler way , than in dead Piles of Building . Tho' I deny all this to be Vertue , yet I can never be of their Mind , who exclude it intirely from Human Race , since I am sensible 't is to be found in a great many at this day , particularly in your self . I am therefore of a much contrary Opinion , to those Man-haters I have mention'd those Devotes to Satyr ( as they call it ) for I have always thought it a far nobler Task to be conversant with the Vertues of Mankind , than with the Vices ; and if Fiction must be made use of ( as 't is every day by our Prose-Satyrists ) I am sure 't is more reasonable to admire an Angel of our own forming , than to combat a Devil of ones own conjuring up ; one gives us a greater , and juster Idea of the noblest of God's Works , the other flyes in the face of Providence , and wou'd render that Being ridiculous , and contemptible , that was made by the Power and Wisdom of INFINITY , and which God seems more than once to take no small Pleasure in . The greatest Patrons of Satyr , I am sure , cannot prove that it answers the End , they pretend , 't was design'd for , viz. the Reformation of Vice , especially that Satyr , which names Men , and tends to a personal abuse . For instead of Reforming Vice it only gratifies the ill-nature of most , and that Criminal delight they have in hearing an other abus'd , without any influence on the Manners of those it aims to Correct ; unless it be to return the Author 's with a Satyr of dry Bastinade . The Minds of all men have something , that is with more Modesty conceal'd , than expos'd to view , as well as the Body ; which Satyr is continually setting before the Eyes of the World ; whilst Panegyric draws a decent Veil over it . Panegyric paints Vertue , in its most taking Colours , and shews the more Beautiful parts of Mankind , whilst Satyr is continually raking in the Augean Stable of its Follies , and Vices . Panegyric gives a Noble , and taking prospect of Virtue , stirring up Emulation , in others , and a Caution in him that is Prais'd , not to be guilty of any thing contrary to the character the World has of him , that he may be thought really to deserve it . Nor can I ever believe , but that Virgils Aeneids have contributed more to the Progress of Vertue , than Horace's Satyrs : The first forming Noble images in the Mind , making it in Love with Honor , the last , at best exposing but the deformity of some Vice , or folly , which when we avoid we ramble so in the dark by their directions , that we can never find out Vertue , and so may well fall into the contrary extream ; Satyr only giving negative definitions of Virtue , like Mr. Cowlys of Wit : But in Epic posie and Panegyric all goes in the clear , and evident affirmative , presenting so exact a portraiture of Vertue , that you can't mistake , or not know it at first sight . But that which is most of all , Panegyric has the effectual force Satyr pretends to , in chacing away Vice and Folly , by discovering the Properties , and Beauties of their contraries ; and if it be plac'd on an undeserving Subject , it carries as severe a Sting : For who is it that reads those Verses of Lucan upon Nero , but thinks them a severe Satyr , tho they bear the Face of Praise — for having reckond up the Mischiefs of Civil War , he cries out — Quod si non aliam venturo fata Neroni Invenere viam , magnoque aeterna parantur Regna deis , coelumque suo servire Tonanti Non nisi saevorum potuit post bella Gigantum : Jam nihil o superi querimur , scelera ipsa , nefasque Hac mercede placent , &c — 'T would be to tedious too quote the rest . This I am sure was the safest way of abusing that Prince . An extravagant Praise of one , that merits nothing , is the most effectual of Satyrs . Panegyric is like a Lawful , and Mild Prince , that wins obedience by Love : Whilst Satyr like a Tyrant would force it by threats and servile fear ; the first is the Noblest , as well as the surest way . The Custom of the Lacedemonians of making their Slaves drunk , to represent to their Youth the Folly and Odiousness of that Vice , as it was proportion'd to the grossness of their Genius so it seems to have a likeness to Satyr , which pretends to put Vice out of Countenance , by exposing it , which it generally does in such terms , that it only pleases the vitiated Appetites of some with the lively descriptions of what they delight in . But Panegyric , like the Wiser State of Athens , gives us Examples , and descriptions of Vertue , justly imagining , that , where those Attractives , are no man can be drawn from Beauty to Deformity . ' Twoud be too tedious to run this consideration of the Preheminence of Panegyrick to Satyr any farther , having said enough already ( I hope ) to satisfie any sensible man of the truth of what I assert . Having thus vindicated Panegyric from the Odium it lies under , and plac'd it in its due rank , nothing could hinder me from attempting one on you , Sir , who so e'ry way deserve it , but my Inabilities , which perswade me to say nothing of that Excellence I value , since I am Conscious that I cannot say enough , nor perform that Task with the Wit and Eloquence it requires . As to the Book Sir , I present you with ▪ I am extreamly satisfy'd to know , that it is a Present worth your acceptance ; for I may say that there has scarce been a Collection which visited the World , with fewer trifling Verses in it . I except my own , which I had the more encouragement to print now , since I had so good an opportunity of making so large an Attonement , with the Wit of others for my own Dulness , and that I hope will chiefly excuse them to you , as well as convince the World of the real Value I have for you , when it sees me prefix your Name to no Vulgar Book , of my own Composing , but to one that ows its excellence to the generous contribution of my Friends of undoubted Wit. Statius in his Epistle dedicatory to Stella , seems to put his Sylvae in balance with his Thebaidos , for their being the productions of a suddain Heat , or Inspiration , the same is applicable to these ; All , or most of them being writ when the Soul was in tune , and not by a Mercenary End , forc'd upon a task , it was not at all dispos'd to . Besides which , they have most had the advantage of good Iudgments to prune the Luxuriancy of a flowing Fancy , which Statius would not give himself the trouble of . This Book I may therefore say ( without any self-esteem ) will ( if any thing in Poetry have perpetuity ) convey your Name to posterity , and with it the Testimony — how great a value I put upon your Worth , and how much I am Sir , without reserve , Your humble Servant Charles Gildon . AN Essay upon Satyr , FROM M. DACIER . EXpecting several Satyrs for this Collection more than I met with , I designed an Essay upon Satyr , as to its Etymology , Progress , and Vertues , with a short Examen of what we have had publish'd in English , in that Nature , and finally a Collation of that with the Ancient ; believing a Discourse on that Subject would not be ungrateful to the Ingenious , as being both New , and Curious ; which made me promise my Bookseller to attempt it : But finding my self disappointed in my Expectations , I was of Opinion such an Essay would not be altogether so proper : But to make the Bookseller a large Amends ( and to gratify the Town with an agreeable Entertainment ) I got , of a very Ingenious Friend of Mine , this Preface of M. Dacier , to the sixth Tome of Horace , which tho it be not of that extent , as to take in all the Points I design'd to treat of , yet Horace being now in that just Esteem he deserves , I thought I could not better gratify his Admirers , than to let our English World see those hidden Beauties of this great Poet , discover'd by M. Dacier , with no less Wit , than Judgment . The Preface of M. Dacier . HOrace entitles his two Books of Satyrs indifferently , Sermones , and Satyrae ; And since these two Names give different Ideas ; for certain Reasons it is necessary to explain what the Latins understood by the Word Satyr . The Learned Casaubon is the first , and only Man that has with Success attempted to shew what was the Satyrical Poesie of the Greeks , and the Satyr of the Romans . His Book is an inestimable Treasure , and I confess I have had great Helps from it ; which is the use we ought to make of the Works of those extraordinary Men , who have only gone before us to be our Guides , and serve us as Torches in the thick Darkness of Antiquity . But you must not have your Eyes so continually fixt on them , as not to regard whither they lead you ; for they deviate sometimes into Paths , where you cannot safely follow them . This Rule I my self have observ'd , in forsaking my Guides , and past that Way which no Body before me has done , as the following Discourse will convince you . Satyr is a kind of Poesie , only known to the Romans , being not at all related to the Satyrical Poesie of the Greeks , as some learned Men have pretended . Quintilian leaves us no Doubt upon this Point , when he writes in Chap. 10. Satira quidem tota nostra est . The same Reason makes Horace call it in the last Satyr of Book 1. Graecis intactum Carmen . The Natural and true Etymology is this : The Latins called it SATVR , quasi plenum , to which there was nothing wanting for its Perfection . Thus Satur color , when the Wool has taken a good Dye , and nothing can be added to the Perfection of it . From Satur they have made Satura , which they wrote sometimes with an i , Satira ; They used in other Words , the same Variation of the Letter u into i , as in Maxumus , Maximus , optumus , optimus . Satura , is an Adjective , which has reference to a Substantive understood ; for the Ancient Romans said Saturam , understanding Lancem . And Satura Lanx , was properly a Bason fill'd with all sorts of Fruit , which they offer'd every Year to Ceres , and Bacchus , as the First Fruits of all they had gathered . These Offerings of different things mixt together , were not unknown to the Greeks , who call'd 'em 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , a Sacrifice of all sorts of Fruit , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 & 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , an Offering of all sorts of Grain , when they offer'd Potherbs . The Grammarian Diomedes has perfectly describ'd both the Custom of the Romans , and the Word Satura , in this Passage Lanx referta variis multisque primitiis , sacris Cereris inferebatur , & a copia & Saturitate rei , Satura vocabatur : cujus generis lancium & Virgilius in Georgicis meminit , cum hoc modo dicit , Lancibus & pandis fumantia reddimus exta ▪ and — lancesque & liba feremus . From thence the Word Satura was apply'd to many other Mixtures , as in Festus : Satira cibi genus , ex variis rebus conditum . From hence it past to the Works of the Mind ; for they call'd some Laws Leges Saturas , which contain'd many Heads , or Titles , as the Iulian , Papian and Popean Laws , which were called Miscellas , which is of the same Signification with Satura : From hence arose this Phrase , Per Saturam legem ferre , when the Senate made a Law , without gathering , and counting the Votes in haste , and confusedly all together , which was properly call'd , Per Saturam sententias exquirere , as Salust has it after Lelius . But they rested not here , but gave this Name to certain Books , as Pescennius Festus , whose Histories were call'd Saturas , or per Saturam . From all these Examples , 't is not hard to suppose , that these Works of Horace took from hence their Name , and that they were call'd , Saturae quia multis & variis rebus hoc carmen refertum est , because these Poems are full of a great many different Things , as Porphyrius says , which is partly true . But it must not be thought it is immediately from thence ; for this Name had been used before for other things , which bore a nearer resemblance to the Satyrs of Horace ; in explanation of which a Method is to be follow'd , which Casaubon himself never thought of , and which will put things in so clear a Light , that there can be no Place left for Doubt . The Romans having been almost four hundred Years without any Scenical Plays , Chance and Debauchery made them find in one of their Feasts the Saturnian , and Fescennine Verses , which for six score Years they had instead of Dramatic Pieces . But these Verses were rude , and almost without any Numbers , as being made extempore , and by a People , as yet but barbarous , who had little other Skill , than what flow'd from their Joy , and the Fumes of Wine . They were filled with the grossest sort of Raileries , and attended with Gestures and Dances . To have a livelier Idea of this , you need but reflect upon the honest Peasants ▪ whose clownish Dances are attended with extempore Verses , in which , in a wretched manner they jeer one another , with all they know . To this Horace refers in the first Epistle of his second Book , Fescennina per hunc inventa licentia morem , Versibus alt ernis opprobia rustica fudit . This Licentious and Irregular Verse , was succeeded by a sort more correct , filled with a pleasant Railery , without the Mixture of any thing scurrilous , and these obtain'd the Name of Satyrs , by reason of their Variety , and had regulated Forms , that is , regular Dances , and Music , but undecent Postures were banish'd . Titus Livius has it in his seventh Book . Vernaculis artificibus , quia Hister Tusco verbo Ludio vocabatur , nomen Histrionibus inditum , qui non sicut ante Fescennino versu similem compositum temere , ac rudem alternis jaciebant ; sed impletas modis Satiras , descripto jam ad Tibicinem cantu , motusque congruenti peragebant . These Satyrs were properly honest Farces , in which the Spectators and Actors were rallied without Distinction . Livius Andronicus found things in this posture , when he first undertook to make Comedies , and Tragedies in Imitation of the Grecians . This Diversion appearing more noble , and perfect , they run to it in Multitudes , neglecting the Satyrs for some time , though they receiv'd them a little after ; and some model'd them into a purpos'd Form to act at the end of their Comedies , as the French act their Farces now . And then they alter'd their Name of Satyrs for that of Exodia , which they preserve to this day . This was the first and most ancient kind of Roman Satyr . There are two other sorts , which tho' very different from this first , yet both owe their Birth to this , and are , as it were , Branches of it . This I shall prove the most succinctly I can . A Year after Livius Andronicus had caus'd his first Efforts to be Acted , Italy gave birth to Ennius , who being grown up , and having all the leisure in the World to observe the eager Satisfaction with which the Romans receiv'd the Satyrs , of which I have already spoke , was of Opinion , that Poems , tho' not adapted to the Theatre , yet preserving the Gaul the Railings and Pleasantness , which made these Satyrs take with so much Applause , would not fail of being well receiv'd ; he therefore ventur'd at it , and compos'd several Discourses to which he retain'd the name of Satyrs . These Discourses were entirely like those of Horace , both for the Matter and the Variety . The only essential difference , that is observable , is that Ennius , in Imitation of some Greeks , and of Homer himself , took the liberty of mixing several kinds of Verses together , as Hexameters , Iambics , Trimeters , with Tetrimeters , Trochaics or Square Verse ; as it appears from the Fragments which are left us . These following Verses are of the Square kind , which Aullus Gellius has preserv'd us , and which very well merit a place here for the Beauty they contain : Hoc erit tibi Argumentum semper in promptu situm , Ne quid expectes Amicos , quod tute agere possies . I attribute also to these Satyrs of Ennius these other kinds of Verses , which are of a Beauty , and Elegance , much above the Age in which they were made ; nor will the sight of 'em here be unpleasant . Non habeo denique nauci Marsum Augurem , Non vicanos aruspices , non de Cicro Astrologos , Non Isiacos Conjectores , non Interpretes Hominum : Non enim sunt ij aut Scientia , aut Arte Divini ; Sed Superstitiosi vates , Impudentesque harioli , Aut inertes , aut insani , aut quibus egestas Imperat : Qui sui questus caussa fictas suscitant sententias , Qui sibi semitam non sapiunt , alteri monstrant viam , Quibus devitias pollicentur , ab ijs Drachmam petunt , De devitijs deducant Drachmam , reddant caetera . Horace has borrow'd several things from these Satyrs . After Ennius came Pacuvius , who also writ Satyrs in Imitation of his Uncle Ennius . Lucilius was born in the time when Pacuvius was in most Reputation . He also wrote Satyrs . But he gave 'm a new turn , and endeavoured to imitate , as near as he could , the Character of the old Greek Comedy , of which we had but a very imperfect Idea in the ancient Roman Satyr , and such , as one might find in a Poem , which Nature alone had dictated before the Romans had thought of imitating the Grecians , and enriching themselves with their Spoils . 'T is thus you must understand this Passage of the first Satyr of the second Book of Horace , — Quid , cum est Lucilius ausis , Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem ? Horace never intended by this to say , That there were no Satyrs before Lucilius , because Ennius and Pacuvius were before him , whose Example he followed : He only would have it understood , That Lucilius having given a new Turn to this Poem , and embellished it , ought by way of Excellence to be esteemed the first Author . Quintilian had the same Thought , when he writ , in the first Chapther of the tenth Book Satira quidem tota nostra est , in qua primus insignem laudem adeptus est Lucilius . You must not therefore be of the Opinion of Casaubon , who building on the Judgment of Diomedes , thought that the Satyr of Ennius , and that of Lucilius were entirely different : These are the very Words of this Grammarian , which have deceived this Judicious Critick . Satira est Carmen apud Romanos , non quidem apud Graecos maledicum , ad carpenda hominum vitia , Archaeae Comoediae charactere compositum , quale scripserunt Lucilius & Horatius , & Persius . Sed olim Carmen quod ex variis Poematibus constabat , Satira dicebatur , quale scripserunt Pacuvius & Ennius . You may see plainly that Diomedes distinguishes the Satyr of Lucilius , from that of Ennius , and Pacuvius ; the reason which he gives for this Distinction , is ridiculous , and absolutely false : The good Man had not examin'd the Nature and Origin of these two Satyrs , which were entirely like one another , both in Matter and Form , for Lucilius added to it only a little Politeness , and more Salt , almost without changing any thing : And if he did not put together several Sorts of Verse in the same Piece , as Ennius has done , yet he made several Pieces , of which some were entirely Hexameters , others entirely Iambics , and others Trochaic's , as is evident from his Fragments . In short , if the Satyrs of Lucilius differ from these of Ennius , because the former has added much to the Endeavours of the latter , as Casaubon has pretended , it will follow from thence , that those of Horace , and those of Lucilius , are also entirely different , for Horace has no less refin'd on the Satyrs of Lucilius , than he on those of Ennius , and Pacuvius . This Passage of Diomedes has also deceiv'd Dousa the Son. I say not this to expose some Light Faults of these great Men , but only to shew , with what Exactness , and with what Caution their Works must be read , when they treat of any thing so Obscure , and so ancient . I have made appear what was the Ancient Satyr , that was made for the Theatre ; I have shewn , That that gave the Idea of the Satyr of Ennius : And , in fine , I have sufficiently prov'd , that the Satyrs of Ennius , and Pacuvius ; of Lucilius , and Horace , are but one kind of Poem , which has received its Perfection from the last . 'T is Time now to speak of the second kind of Satyr , which I promised to explain , and which is also derived from the Ancient Satyr ; 't is that which we call Varronian , or the Satyr of Menippus , the Cinic Philosopher . This Satyr was not only composed of several forts of Verse , but Varro added Prose to it , and made a Mixture of Greek and Latin. Quintilian , after he had spoke of the Satyr of Lucilius , adds , Alterum illud est , & prius Satirae genus , quod non sola Carminum varietate mistum condidit Terentius Varro , vir Romanorum Eruditissimus . The only Difficulty of this Passage is , that Quintilian assures us , that this Satyr of Varro was the first , for how could that be , since Varro was a great while after Lucilius ? Quintilian meant not that the Satyr of Varro was the first in Order of Time , for he knew well enough , that in that respect he was the last : But he would give us to understand , that this kind of Satyr , so mixt , was more like the Satyr of Ennius , and Pacuvius , who gave themselves a greater Liberty in this Composition , than Lucilius , who was more severe , and correct . We have now only some Fragments left of the Satyr of Varro , and those generally very imperfect ; the Titles , which are most commonly double , shew the great Variety of Subjects , of which Varro treated . Seneca's Book on the Death of Claudius , Boetius , his Consolation of Philosophy , and that of Petronius Arbiter , are Satyrs entirely like those of Varro . This is what I have in general to say on Satyr ; nor is it necessary I insist any more on this Subject . This the Reader may observe , that the Name of Satyr in Latin ▪ is not less proper for Discourses , that recommend Vertue , than to those which are design'd against Vice. It had nothing so formidable in it , as it has now , when a bare Mention of Satyr makes them tremble , who would fain seem what they are not , for Satyr , with us , signifies the same thing , as exposing , or lashing of some thing , or Person : Yet this different Acceptation alters not the Word , which is always the same ; but the Latins in the Titles of their Books , have often had regard only to the Word , in the extent of its Signification , founded on its Etymology , whereas we have had respect only to the first , and general Use , which has been made of it in the beginning to mock , and deride ; yet this Word ought always to be writ in Latin with an ( u ) or ( i ) Satura , or Satira , and in English by an ( i ) those who have wrote it with a ( y ) thought with Scaliger , Heinsius , and a great many others , that the Divinities of the Groves , which the Grecians call'd Satyrs , the Romans Fawns , gave their Names to these Pieces ; and that of the Word Satyrus they had made Satyra , and that these Satyrs had a great affinity with the Satyric Pieces of the Greeks , which is absolutely false , as Casaubon has very well prov'd it , in making it appear , That of the Word Satyrus they could never make Satyra , but Satyrica : And in shewing the Difference betwixt the Satyric Poems of the Greeks , and the Roman Satyrs . Mr. Spanheim , in his fine Preface to the Caesars , concerning the Emperor Iulian , has added new Reflections to those which this Judicious Critic had advanced ; and he has establish'd , with a great deal of Judgment , five , or six essential Differences , between those two Poems , which you may find in his Book . The Greeks had never any thing that came near this Roman Satyr , but their Silli [ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ] which were also biting Poems , as they may easily be perceived to be yet , by some Fragments of the Silli of Timon . There was however this Difference , That the Silli of the Greeks were Parodious , from one End to the other , which cannot be said of the Roman Satyrs ; where , if sometimes you find some Parodia's , you may plainly see that the Poet did not design to affect it , and by consequence the Parodia's do not make the Essence of a Satyr , as they do the Essence of the Silli . Having explain'd the Nature , Origin and Progress of Satyr , I 'll now say a Word , or two of Horace in particular . There cannot be a more just Idea given of this part of his Works , than in comparing them to the Statues of the Sileni , to which Alcibiades in the Banquet , compares Socrates . They were Figures , that without had nothing agreeable , or beautiful , but when you took the Pains to open them , you found the Figures of all the Gods. In the manner that Horace presents himself to us in his Satyrs , we discover nothing of him at first , that deserves our Attachment . He seems to be fitter to amuse Children than to employ the Thoughts of Men ; but when we remove that , which hides him from our Eyes , and view him even to the Bottom , we find in him all the Gods together ; that is to say , all those Vertues , which ought to be the continual Practice of such as seriously endeavour to forsake their Vices . Hitherto we have been content to see only his out-side , and 't is a strange thing , that Satyrs , which have been read so long , have been so little understood , or explain'd : They have made a Halt at the out-side , and were wholly busi'd in giving the Interpretation of Words . They have commented upon him like Grammarians , not Philosophers ; as if Horace had writ meerly to have his Language understood , and rather to divert , than instruct us . That is not the End of this Work of his . The end of any Discourse is the Action for which that Discourse is compos'd ; when it produces no Action , 't is only a vain amusement , which idly tickles the Ear , without ever reaching the Heart . In these two Books of his Satyrs , Horace would teach us , to conquer our Vices , to rule our Passions , to follow Nature , to limit our Desires , to distinguish True from False , and Ideas from Things , to forsake Prejudice , to know throughly the Principles , and Motives of all our Actions , and to shun that Folly which is in all Men , who are bigotted to the Opinions they have imbibed under their Teachers , which they keep obstinately without examining whether they are well-grounded . In a Word , he endeavours to make us happy for our selves , agreeable , and faithful to our Friends , easie , discreet , and honest to all , with whom we are oblig'd to live . To make us understand the Terms he uses , to explain the Figures he employs , and to conduct the Reader safely through the Labyrinth of a difficult Expression , or obscure Parenthesis , is no great matter to perform : And as Epictetus says , there is nothing in that Beautiful , or truly worthy a wise Man. The principal , and most important Business , is to shew the Rise , the Reason , and the Proof of his Precepts , to demonstrate that those , who do not endeavour to correct themselvs by so beautiful a Model , are just like sick Men , who having a Book full of Receipts , proper to their Distempers , content themselves to read 'em , without comprehending them , or so much as knowing the Advantage of them . I urge not this because I have my self omitted any thing in these Annotations , which was the incumbent Duty of a Grammarian to observe ; this , I hope the World will be sensible of , and that there remains no more Difficulty in the Text. But that which has been my chief Care , is , to give an insight into the very matter , that Horace treats of , to shew the solidity of his Reasons , to discover the Turns he makes use of to prove what he aims at , and to refute or illude that which is opposed to him , to confirm , the Truth of his Decisions , to make the Delicacy of his Sentiments perceiv'd , to expose to open Day the Folly he finds in what he condemns . This is what none have done before me . On the contrary , as Horace is a true Proteus , that takes a thousand different Forms , they have often lost him , and not knowing where to find him , have grapled him as well as they could ; they have palm'd upon him in several Places , not only Opinions , which he had not , but even those which he directly refutes : I don't say this to blame those who have taken Pains before me on the Works of this great Poet , I commend their Endeavours , they have open'd me the way ; and if it be granted , that I have some little Advantage over them , I ow it wholly to the great Men of Antiquity , whom I have read with more Care , and without doubt with more Leisure . I speak of Homer , of Plato , and Aristotle , and of some other Greek and Latin Authors , which I study continually , that I may form my taste on theirs , and draw out of their Writings , the justness of Wit , good Sense and Reason . I know very well , that there are now adays some Authors , who laugh at these great Names , who disallow the Acclamations , which they have receiv'd from all Ages , and who would deprive them of the Crowns , which they have so well deserv'd , and which they have got before such August Tribunals . But for fear of falling into Admiration , which they look upon as the Child of Ignorance , they do not perceive that they go from that Admiration , which Plato calls the Mother of Wisdom , and which was the first that opened Mens Eyes . I do not wonder that the Celestial Beauties , which we find in the Writing of these incomparable Men , lose with them all their Attractives , and Charms , because they have not the Strength to keep their Eyes long enough upon them . Besides , it is much easier to despise than understand them . As for my self , I declare , that I am full of Admiration , and Veneration for their Divine Geniusses : I have them always before my Eyes , as Venerable and Incorruptible Judges ; before whom I take pleasure to fancy , That I ought to give an account of my Writings . At the same Time I have a great Respect for Posterity , and I always think with more Fear , than Confidence , on the Judgment that will pass on my Works , if they are happy enough to reach it . All this does not hinder me from esteeming the great Men that live now . I acknowledge that there are a great many who are an Honour to our Age , and who wou'd have adorn'd the Ages pass'd . But amongst these great Men , I speak of , I do not know one , and there cannot be one , who does not esteem , and honour the Ancients , who is not of their taste , and who follows not their Rules . If you go never so little from them , you go at the same time from Nature and Truth ; and I shall not be affraid to affirm , that it wou'd not be more difficult to see without Eyes , or Light , than 't is impossible to acquire a solid Merit , and to form the Understanding by other means , than by those , that the Greeks , and Romans have trac'd for us . Whether it be that we follow them by the only force of Natural Happiness , or Instinct , or that Art , and Study have conducted us thither . As for those who thus blame Antiquity , without knowing of it , once for all I 'll undeceive them , and make it appear , that in giving all the advantage to our Age , they take the direct Course to dishonour it ; for what greater Proofs can be of the Rudeness , or rather Barbarity of an Age , than in it , to hear Homer called dull , and heavy , Plato tiresome , and tedious , Aristotle ignorant , Demosthenes and Cicero , vulgar Orators , Virgil a Poet without either Grace , or Beauty , and Horace an Author unpolished , languid , and without force ? The Barbarians who ravag'd Greece , and Italy , and who laboured with so much fury to destroy all things that were fine and noble , have never done any thing so horrible as this . But I hope that the false taste of some particular Men without Authority , will not be imputed to the whole Age , nor give the least Blemish to the Ancients . 'T was to no purpose that a certain Emperor declar'd himself an Enemy to Homer , Virgil and Titus Livius . All his Efforts were ineffectual , and the Oppsition he made to Works so perfect , serv'd only to augment in his History the number of his Follies , and render him more odious to all Posterity . The INDEX . A Letter from Mr. Prior , to Mr. Fleetwood Sheppard . page . 1. Horace , Lib. 2. Ode 14. Imitated by Mr. Congreve . 12 An Ode in imitation of Horace , Ode 9. lib. 1. by the same . 17 Horace Ode 27. Book 1. imitated . 22 On a Lady who deny'd him entrance into her Closet . 24 King Charles the First Lot at Sortes Virgilianae , Translated by Mr. Cowly . 26 The Deists Plea Answer'd by the Honourable Robert Boyl Esq 27 Iulii Mazarini Cardinalis Epitaphium , Authore Joh. Milton . 29 In Urbanum VIII . P. M. 33 Epitaph on Felton by the Duke of Buckingham , Ibid. Vpon a Ladies Singing , by Mr. Congreve . 35 Advice about Marriage , in imitation of a French Satyr , by Mr. Tho. Brown. 40 Part of a Panegyric upon Colonel Walker of Londonderry , by the same . 43 Carolo Martyri Sacrum , Authore Tho. Brown. 44 Catch by Mr. Taverner . 45 The Beaux , by Mr. Brown. Ibid , The Repenting Husband , or a Satyr upon Marriage , by S. W. 47 Vpon the Duke of Buckingham's Retirement , by Madam Wharton . 54 Petronius Arbiter . Qui Pelago Credit . 60 Song by Henry Cromwel , Esq 61 Vpon the Art of Love , a Book presented to a Lady , by the same . 62 A Song by the same . 63 The Decay a Song , by Mr. W. C. 64 Song by Mr. S. 65 By the same a Song . 66 Song by Tho. Ch — Esq 68 Song by the same . 69 The Message a Song , by W. C. 71 By Henry Cromwel , Esq Martial . Epi. de morte Festi . 72 A Catch . 74 A Letter from Hen. Cr — Esq to Tho. Ch. — Esq for Women against Wine . 75 An Answer to the foregoing Letter , by Tho. Ch — Esq for Wine . 77 Song by Henry Cromwel , Esq 82 An Invitation to the Music Meeting , by the same . 83 On a Conventicle , by Mrs. Behn . 84 Verses design'd by Mrs. Behn to be sent to a fair Lady , &c. 85 Venus and Cupid , by the same . 86 The old Man's Complaint , by Mr. Wells . 90 Vpon Marriage , by Dr. N. 92 A Song by Mr. J. S. of the Middle Temple . 93. To Sylvia a Song , by C. G. 94 To Sylvia the Meeting , by the same . 96 The beginning of the first Satyr of Persius Imitated , by the same . 99 On Affairs abroad , and King William's Expedition , by Mr. Durfey . 107 On my Lord Fairfax , by the late Duke of Buckingham . 109 POEMS , &c. A Letter from Mr. Prior , to Mr. Fleetwood Sheppard . SIR , AS once a Twelve month to the Priest , Whom some call Pope , some Antichrist , The Spanish Monarch sends a Gennet , To shew his Love , that 's all that 's in it : For if his Holiness would thump His Rev'rend Bum 'gainst Horses Rump , He might be ' quip'd from his own Stable With one more White , and eke more able . Or as with Gondola's and Men , his Good Excellence the Duke of Venice , ( I wish for Rhime ' thad been the King ) Sails out , and gives the Sea a Ring : Which Trick of State he wisely maintains , Keeps Kindness up 'twixt old Acquaintance ; For else , in honest Truth , the Sea Has much less need of Gold than he . Or , not to rove and pump ones Fancy , For Popish Similies beyond Sea ; As Folks from Mud-wall'd Tenement Bring Land-Lords Pepper-Corn for Rent , Present a Turkey or a Hen To those might better spare them Ten : Ev'n so , with all Submission , I ( For first Men instance , than apply ) Send you each Year a homely Letter , Who may return me much a better . Then take it , Sir , as it was writ , To pay Respect , and not show Wit : Nor look askew at what it saith , There 's no Petition in it — Faith. Here some would scratch their Heads and try What they should write , and how , and why ; But I conceive such Folks are quite in Mistakes , in Theory of Writing : If once for Principles 't is laid That Thought is Trouble to the Head ; I argue thus , the World agrees , That he writes well , who writes with Ease ; Then he , by Sequel Logical , Writes best , who never thinks at all . Verse comes from Heav'n , like Inward Light , Meer Human Pains can ne're come by it . The God , not we , the Poem makes , We only tell Folks what he Speaks . Hence when Anatomists discourse How like Brutes Organs are to ours ; They grant , if higher Powers think fit , A Bear might soon be made a Wit : And that , for any thing in Nature , Pigs might squeak Love-Odes , Dogs bark Satyr . Memnon , tho' Stone , was counted Vocal , But 't was the God , mean while , that spoke all . Rome oft' has heard a Cross haranguing , With prompting Priest behind the Hanging ; The Wooden Head resolv'd the Question , Whilst you and Pettys help'd the Jest on . Your crabbed Rogues that read Lucretius , Are against Gods , you know , and teach us , The God makes not the Poet , but The Thesis vice versa put Should Hebrew-wise be understood , And means the Poet makes the God. Egyptian Gard'ners thus are said to Have set the Leeks they after pray'd to : And Romish Bakers praise the Deity They chip'd , whilst yet in it's Paniety . That when you Poets Swear and Cry The God Inspires , I rave , I die ; If inward Wind does truly swell ye , 'T must be the Colick in the Belly . That Writing is but just like Dice , And lucky Mains make People Wise : That jumbled Words , If Fortune throw 'em , Can well as Dryden form a Poem ; Or make a Speech correct and witty , As you know who — at the Committee : So Atoms dancing round the Centre , They urge , form'd all things at a venture . But granting Matters should be spoke By Method rather than by Luck , This may confine their younger Styles , Whom Dr — n pedagogues at Wills : But never could be meant to tye Authentick Wits , like you and I : For as young Children who are try'd in Go Carts to keep their Steps from Sliding ; When Members knit , and Legs grow stronger , Make use of such Machine no longer , But leap , pro libitu , and scout On Horse call'd Hobby , or without : So when at School we first declaim , Old Busby walks us in a Theme , Whose Props support our Infant Vein , And help the Rickets in the Brain : But when our Souls their Force dilate , And Thoughts grow up to Wits Estate , In Verse or Prose we Write or Chat , Not Six Pence Matter upon what . 'T is not how well a Writer says , But 't is how much that gathers Praise : T — n , who is himself a Wit , Counts Authors Merits by the Sheet ; Thus each should down with all he thinks , As Boys eat Bread to fill up Chinks . Kind Sir , I should be glad to see you , I hope you 're well , so God be with y' , Was all at first I thought to write , But Things since that are alter'd quite ; Fancies flow in , and Muse flies high , So God knows when my Clack will lie ; I must , Sir , prattle on as afore , And beg your Pardon yet this half Hour . So , where I 've with my Gran'am gone , At Sacred Barne of pure Noncon — When Lobb has sifted all his Text , And I well hop'd the Pudding next , The Rogue has cough'd up to'ther Hour , And to apply has plagu'd me more Than all his Villain Stuff before . For your Religion , then , I hear A very good Account of her ; They say she 's honest as your Claret , Not sowr'd with Cant , nor stum'd with Merit , Your Chamber is the sole retreat Of Chaplains ev'ry Sunday-Night , Of Grace no Doubt a certain Sign , When Lay-Man herds with Man Divine ; For if their Fame be justly high , who Would never treat the Pope's Nuncio , That his is higher , we must grant , Who will treat Nuncio's Protestant . In Politicks , I hear , you 'r stanch , Directly bent against the French , Deny to have your free-born Toe Dragoon'd into a Wooden Shoe , Are in no Plots , but fairly drive at The Publick Welfare in your Private , And will for England's Glory try Turks , Iews and Iesuits , to defie , And keep your Places till you die . For me , whom wand'ring Fortune threw From what I lov'd , the Town and you , Let me just tell you how my Time is Past in a Country-Life — Imprimis . As soon as Phaebus's Rays inspect Us , I rise to Read , perhaps to Breakfast , So on till ' foresaid God does Set , I sometimes Study , sometimes Eat ; Thus of your Heroes and Brave Boys , With whom Old Homer makes such Noise , The greatest Actions I can find , Are , that they did their Work and Din'd . The Books of which I 'm chiefly fond , Are such as you have whilom con'd , That Treat of China's Civil-Law , And Subjects Rights in Golconda : Of High-way Elephants at Ceylan , That Rob in Clans , like Men o' th' High Land. Of Apes that Storm or Keep a Town Better , perhaps , than Count Lausune : Of Unicorns and Alligators , Elks , Mermaids , Mummies , Witches , Satyrs , And Twenty other stranger Matters : Which , tho' they 'r things I 've no concern in , Make all our Grooms admire my Learning . Criticks I Read on other Men , And Hypers upon them again , From whose Remarks I give Opinion On Twenty Books , yet ne'r look in One : Then all your Wits that fleer and Sham , Down from Don Quixot to Tom Tram ; From whom I Jeasts and Puns Purloin , And slily put 'em off for Mine . Fond to be thought a Country-Wit , The rest when Fate and You think fit . Sometimes I climb my Mare , and kick her , To Bottled Ale , and Neighb'ring Vicar ; Sometimes at Stamford take a Quart , ' Squire Sheppard's Health with all my Heart . Thus far from Pleasure , Sir , or Grief , I fool away an Idle Life , Till Mr. Maidwell cease to Teach , Then I 'll Jerk Youth , and say Inspeech ; Or Shadwell from the Town retires , Choak'd up with Fame and Sea-Coal-Fires , To bless the Woods with Peaceful Lyric , Then hey ! for Praise and Panegyric ; Justice restord , and Nations free'd , And Wreaths round William's Glorious Head. HORACE , Lib. II. Ode 14. Imitated by Mr. Congreve . Eheu Fugaces , Posthume , Posthume , Labuntur Anni , &c. I. AH ! No , 't is all in vain , believe me 't is ' This Pious Artifice . Not all these Prayers and Alms , can Buy One Moment tow'rd Eternity . Eternity ! that boundless Race , Which , Time himself can never run : ( Swift , as he flies , with an unweari'd pace , ) Which , when Ten Thousand , Thousand Years are done , Is still the same , and still to be begun . Fix'd are those Limits , which prescribe A short Extent to the most lasting Breath , And though thou couldst for Sacrifice , lay down Millions of other Lives to save thine own ; 'T were fruitless all ; not all would Bribe One Supernumerary Gasp from Death . II. In vain 's thy Inexhausted Store Of Wealth , in vain thy Pow'r , Thy Honours , Titles ; all must fail , Where Piety it self does nought avail . The Rich , the Great , the Innocent and Just , Must all be huddl'd to the Grave , With the most Vile and Ignominious Slave , And undistinguish'd lie in Dust. In vain , the Fearful , flies Alarms , In vain , he is secure , from wounds of Arms , In vain , avoids the Faithless Seas , And is confin'd to Home and Ease , Bounding his Knowledg , to extend his Days . In vain , are all those Arts we try , All our Evasions , and Regret to Die : From the Contagion of Mortality , No Clime is pure , no Air is free : And no Retreat Is so Obscure , as to be hid from Fate . III. Thou must , alas ! thou must my Friend ; ( The very Hour thou now dost spend In studying to avoid , brings on thine end , ) Thou must forego the dearest Joys of Life ; Leave the warm Bosome of thy tender Wife , And all the much lov'd Offspring of her Womb , To molder in the Cold Embraces of a Tomb. All must be left , and all be lost ; Thy House , whose stately Structure so much cost , Shall not afford Room for the stinking Carkass of its Lord. Of all thy pleasant Gardens , Grots , and Bowers , Thy Costly Fruits , thy far-fetch'd Plants and Flow'rs : Nought shalt thou save ; Unless a Sprig of Rosemary thou have , To wither with thee in the Grave : The rest shall live and flourish , to upbraid Their Transitory Master Dead . IV. Then shall thy long-expecting Heir , A Joyful Mourning wear : And Riot in the waste of that Estate Which thou hast taken so much pains to get . All thy hid Stores he shall unsold , And set at large thy Captiv'd Gold. That precious Wine , condemn'd by thee To Vaults and Prisons , shall again be free : Buried alive , tho' now it lies , Again't shall rise , Again its sparkling Surface show , And free as Element , profusely flow . With such choice Food he shall set forth his Feasts , That Cardinals shall wish to be his Guests ; And pamper'd Prelates see Themselves out-done in Luxury . An ODE , In imitation of HORACE , Ode IX . Lib. 1. By Mr. CONGREVE . Vides ut alta , &c. — I. BLess me , 't is cold ! how I hill the Air ? How naked does the World appear ! But see ( big with the Off-spring of the North ) The teeming Clouds bring forth . A Show'r of soft and fleecy Rain , Falls , to new-cloath the Earth again . Behold the Mountain-Tops , around , As if with Fur of Ermins crown'd : And lo ! how by degrees The universal Mantle hides the Trees , In hoary Flakes , which downward fly , As if it were the Autumn of the Sky ; Whose Fall of Leaf would theirs supply : Trembling , the Groves sustain the Weight , and bow Like aged Limbs , which feebly go Beneath a venerable Head of Snow . II. Diffusive Cold does the whole Earth invade , Like a Disease , through all its Veins 't is spread , And each late living Stream , is num'd and dead ; Le ts melt the frozen Hours , make warm the Air. Let cheerful Fires Sol's feeble Beams repair ; Fill the large Bowl with sparkling Wine ; Let 's drink , till our own Faces shine , Till we like Suns appear , To light and warm the Hemisphere . Wine can dispence to all both Light and Heat , They are with Wine incorporate : That pow'rful Juice , with which no Cold dares mix , Which still is fluid , and no Frost can fix : Let that but in abundance flow , And let it storm and thunder , hail and snow , 'T is Heav'ns Concern ; and let it be The Care of Heaven still for me : These Winds , which rend the Oaks and plough the Seas ; Great Iove can , if he please , With one commanding Nod appease . III. Seek not to know to Morrows Doom ; That is not ours , which is to come . The present Moment's all our Store : The next , should Heav'n allow , Then this will be no more : So all our Life is but one instant Now. Look on each Day you 've past To be a mighty Treasure won : And lay each Moment out in haste ; We 're sure to live too fast , And cannot live too soon . Youth does a thousand Pleasures bring , Which from decrepid Age will fly ; Sweets that wanton i th' Bosome of the Spring , In Winter's cold Embraces dye . IV. Now Love , that everlasting Boy , invites To revel while you may , in soft Delights : Now the kind Nymph yields all her Charms , Nor yields in vain to youthful Arms. Slowly she promises at Night to meet , But eagerly prevents the Hour with swifter Feet . To gloomy Groves and obscure Shades she flies , There vails the bright Confession of her Eyes . Unwillingly she stays , VVould more unwillingly depart , And in soft Sighs conveys The Whispers of her Heart . Still she invites and still denies , And vows she 'll leave you if y' are rude ; Then from her Ravisher she flies , But flies to be pursu'd : If from his Sight she does herself convey , VVith a feign'd Laugh she will herself betray , And cunningly instruct him in the way . Horace Ode 27 , Book 1. imitated . Natis in usum laetitiae Scyphis , &c. WHat Boys , are ye mad ? is the Dutch Devil in ye ? Must your Quarrels as long as your Glasses continue ? Give it o're , ye dull Sots ! let the dull-pated Boors , Snic or snee , at their Punch-Bowls , or slash for their Whores , We 'll be merry and wise , but for Bloodshed we bar it , No Red shall be seen here but your Port and good Claret . What a P — should we fight for ? No Bayonets here But the Sconces all round & the Bottles appear . Look , the Wine blushes for us ! while it gently disgraces Our unnatural Freaks and our mortifi'd Faces . Come let 's do what we came for ! let the Brimmers be crown'd , And a Health to all quiet Good-fellows go round ! Must I take off my Glass too ? then Iack prethee tell us Thy new Mistresses Name : What a Mischief art Jealous ? Must her Name be a Secret ? Alons then I 've done , Hang the greedy Curmudgeon that will eat all alone . Come discover you Block-head ! I 'm sure I mistook ye , Or else in these Amours Iack was us'd to be lucky Well , but whisper it then ! I 'll keep Counsel , ne'r fear it , Is it she ? the damn'd Jilt ! Gad let no Body hear it ; Why , Faith Iack thou' rt undone then , 't was some Witchcraft I 'm sure Could betray thee to th' Arms of a Pockified Whore. Well , 't is vain to repine Boy ; let us drink away Sorrow , Use thy freedom to Night Man , let the Punk reign to Morrow . To a Lady , who deny'd him Entrance into her Closet . PArdon at least it merits , if not Praise , To this high Wish , our bold Desires to raise . For what Place more our longing Eyes can bless , Than that where you alone your self possess , Where in a calm and undisturb'd Retreat All your mild tender Thoughts together meet , And Love and Innocence each other greet ? Here some unhappy Virgin 's Fate you read , And your soft Soul with her sad Story feed : Admire the Truth which she , tho' injur'd , bears , And praise the mournful Beauty of her Tears ; Such charming Tears as those alone excel , Which from your Eyes for lov'd Pamela fell : There , with concern of Heroes past you read ; How do we envy then the happier dead ! But oh ! what Hopes can living Lovers find , If they alone take up your gentle Mind ! To this blest Place are all our Wishes bound , Where no unhallow'd Feet e're toucht the ground : Hither w'approach not so profane or rude , As without your Permission to intrude : Nor can we of this mighty Grace despair , From the bright Nymph that 's gentle as she 's fair , In whom we Nature 's noblest Strife may find , Which should excel , her Beauty or her Mind ; In the warm Snow of whose soft tender Breast , Mildness and gentlest Pity build their Nest ; And Virtue , stronglier , noblier fortify'd By easie Freedom than disdainful Pride . King Charles I. at Oxford , being at a Sport called Sortes Virgilianae , drew for his Lott some part of the 4th Eneid , abut Verse 615. and had six Verses translated by Mr. Cowley . BY a bold People's stubborn Arms opprest , Forc'd to forsake the Land which he possest , Torn from his dearest Son , let him in vain Beg help , and see his Friends unjustly slain : Let him to bold unequal Terms submit , In hopes to save his Crown ; yet lose both it And Life at once : Untimely let him dye , And on an open Stage unburied lye . The Latine Verses . AT bello audacis populi vexatus & armis , Finibus extorris , complexu avulsus Iuli Auxilium imploret , videatque indigna suorum Funera , nec cum se sub leges pacis iniquae Tradiderit , regno aut optata lace fruatur , Sed cadat ante diem , mediaque inhumatus arena . The Deist's Plea , answered by the Honourable , Robert Boyle , Esq. The Deist's Plea. NAtural Religion , easie first and Plain ; Tales made it Mystery , Offerings made it gain ; Sacrifices and Feasts were at length prepar'd ▪ The Priests eat roast Meat , and the People star'd . The Christian's Plea. NAtural Religion does indeed display The Duty of serving God , but not the way : Man of himself roving , perverse and blind , A Precipice sooner than that way would find , What Worship God will like : Himself must teach , And so he did , by those he sent to preach ; Who Doctrins worthy to be thought Divine , Confirm'd by Miracles , where his Power did shine : Who by those Wonders , Instances did give Of things , as strange as they bid us believe ; Who promis'd endless Joys , and Lives requir'd Worthy of those , that to such Joys aspir'd , Who what they taught so much believ'd and pris'd That , for its sake , they all things else despis'd : And both by its strict Rules their Lives did guide , And to attest its Truth most gladly dy'd ; And without Arms subdu'd the World , save those Whom Vice , not Wit , engag'd clear Truths t' oppose . Iulii Mazirini , Cardinalis , Epitaphium : Authore Ioh. Milton . HIC jacet Iulius Mazirinus , Galliae Rex , Italus Ecclesiae Praesul Laicus , Europae praedo purpuratus , Fortunam omnem ambiit omnem corrupit ; Aerarium administravit , & exhausit ; Civile bellum compressit , sed commovit ; Regni jura tuitus est , & invasit ; Beneficia possedit , & vendidit ; Pacem dedit aliquando , sed distulit , Hostes cladibus , cives oneribus afflixit , Arrisit paucis , irrisit plurimos , Omnibus nocuit . Negotiator in Templo , Tyrannus in Regno , Praedo in Ministerio , Vulpes in Consilio , Grassator in Bello , Solus nobis in Pace Hostis. Fortunam olim adversam , aut elusit aut vicit : E nostro seculo vidimus Adorari fugitivum , Imperare Civibus Exulem , Regnare proscriptum . Quid deinde egerit , rogas ? Paucis accipe . Lusit , fefellit , rapuit ; Ferreum nobis seculum induxit , sibi ex auro nostro Aureum fecit . Quorundam capiti nullius fortunis pepercit , Homo crudeliter clemens ; Pluribus tandem morbis elanguit , Plures ei mortes coelo irrogante , Cui Senatus olim unam decreverat : Vincenni se arcibus inclusit moriturus ; Id quidem apte Quaesivit carcerem ; Diu laedentem animam retinuit , aegre reddidit , Sic retinere omnia didicerat , Nil sua sponte reddere , Constanter tamen visurus est mori , quid mirum ? Vt vixit , sic obiit dissimulans , Ne morbum quidem novere qui curabant . Hac una fraude nobis profuit , Fefellit Medicos ; Mortuus est tamen , ni fallimur , & moriens Regem regno , Regnum Regi restituit ; Reliquit ▪ Praesulibus pessima exempla , Aulicis infida consilia , Adoptivo amplissima spolia , Paupertatem populis ; Successoribus suis omnes praedandi artes , Sed praedam nullam . Immensas tamen opes licet profuderit , Id unum habuit ex suo quod daret , Nomen suum . Pectus ejus , post mortem apertum est , Tunc primum patuit vafrum cor Mazirini Quod nec precibus , nec lacrymis , nec injuriis moveretur . Diu quaesivimus , invenere medici Cor Lapideum . Quod mortuus adhuc omnia moveat & administret ne mireris : Stipendia in hunc annum accepit , Nec fraudat post Mortem bonae fidei : Quo tandem evaserit forsitan , rogas ? Coelum ( si rapitur ) tenet , si datur meritis longe abest . Sed abi Viator , & cave ; Nam hic Tumulus Est Specus Latronis . In Vrbanum viii . P. M. EST ne Papa Christianus ? Immo vero , Christianissimus . Estne verus Petri Successor ? Immo verissimus : Quotiescunque enim Gallus Cantat , Dominum abnegat . EPITAPH upon Felton , by his Grace the late D. of Buckingham . HEre uninter'd suspends ( tho not to save Surviving Friends th'Expences of a Grave ) Felton's dead Earth , which to the World must be , His own sad Monument , His Elegy , As large as Fame , but whether bad , or good , I say not , by himself 't was writ in Blood. Having his Body thus entomb'd in Air , Arch'd ore with Heaven , and set with many a fair And glorious Diamond-Star ; a Sepulchre Which Time can't ruinate , and where The impartial Worm , which is not brib'd to spare Princes , when wrapt in Marble , cannot share His Flesh , which oft the charitable Skies Embalm with Tears , doing those Obsequies Belong to Men , until the pitying Fowl , Contend to reach his Body to his Soul. Upon a Lady's Singing PINDARICK ODE , By Mr. CONGREVE . I. LEt all be husht , each softest Motion cease , Be every loud tumultuous Thought at Peace , And ev'ry ruder Gasp of Breath Be calm , as in the Arms of Death . And thou most fickle , most uneasie Part , Thou restless Wanderer , my Heart , Be still ; gently , ah gently , leave , Thou busie , idle thing , to heave . Stir not a Pulse ; and let my Blood , That turbulent , unruly Flood , Be softly staid : Let me be all , but my Attention , dead . Go , rest , y'unnecessary Springs of Life , Leave your officious Toil and Strife ; For I would hear this Voice , and try If it be possible to dye . II. Come all ye Love-sick Maids and wounded Swains , And listen to her Healing Strains . A wondrous Balm , between her Lips she wears , Of Sov'reign Force to soften Cares ; 'T is piercing as your Thoughts , and melting as your Tears : And this , through ev'ry Ear she does impart , ( By tuneful Breath diffus'd ) to ev'ry Heart . Swiftly the gentle Charmer Flies , And to the tender Grief soft Air applies , Which , warbling Mystick Sounds , Cements the bleeding Panter's Wounds . But ah ! beware of clam'rous Moan : Let no unpleasing Murmur or harsh Groan , Your slighted Loves declare : Your very tend'rest moving Sighs forbear , For even they will be too boistrous here . Hither let nought but Sacred Silence come , And let all sawcy Praise be dumb . III. And lo ! Silence himself is here ; Methinks I see the Midnight God appear , In all his downy Pomp aray'd , Behold the rev'rend Shade : An ancient Sigh he sits upon , Whose Memory of Sound is long since gone , And purposely annihilated for his Throne : Beneath two soft transparent Clouds do meet , In which he seems to sink his softer Feet . A melancholy Thought , condens'd to Air , Stol'n from a Lover in Despair , Like a thin Mantle , serves to wrap In Fluid Folds , his visionary Shape . A wreath of Darkness round his Head he wears , Where curling Mists supply the want of Hairs : While the still Vapors , which from Poppies rise , Bedew his hoary Face and lull his Eyes . IV. But hark ! the heav'nly Sphere turns round , And Silence now is drown'd In Ectasy of Sound . How on a suddain the still Air is charm'd , As if all Harmony were just alarm'd ! And ev'ry Soul with Transport fill'd , Alternately is thaw'd and Chill'd . See how the Heavenly Choir Come flocking , to admire , And with what Speed and Care , Descending Angels cull the thinnest Air ! Haste then , come all th' immortal Throng , And listen to her Song ; Leave your lov'd Mansions , in the Sky , And hither , quickly hither fly ; Your Loss of Heav'n , nor shall you need to fear , While she sings 't is Heav'n here . V. See how they crowd , see how the little Cherubs skip ! While others sit around her Mouth , and sip Sweet Hellelujahs from her Lip. Those Lips , where in Surprise of Bliss they rove ; For ne'r before were Angels blest With such a luscious Feast Of Musick and of Love. Prepare then , ye immortal Choir Each sacred Minstrel tune his 〈◊〉 And with her Voice in Choru● Her Voice , which next to yours i●●●st divine . Bless the glad Earth with heavenly Lays , And to that Pitch th' eternal Accents raise , Which only Breath inspir'd can reach , To Notes , which only she can learn , and you can teach : While we , charm'd with the lov'd Excess , Are wrapt in sweet Forgetfulness Of all , of all , but of the present Happiness : Wishing , for ever in that State to lie , For ever to be dying so , yet never die . Advice about Marriage : An Imitation of a French Satyr ; by Mr. Tho. Brown. THE Husband 's the Pilot , the Wife is the Ocean , He always in Danger , she always in Motion , And he that in Wedlock twice hazards his Carcass Twice ventures a drowning ; and Faith that 's a hard Case . Even at our own Weapons the Females defeat us , And Death , only Death , can sign our Quietus . Not to tell you sad Stories of Liberty lost , How our Mirth is all pall'd , and our Pleasures all crost : This Pagan Confinement , this damnable Station Suits no order , nor age , nor degree in the Nation . The Levite it keeps from Parochial Duty , For who can at once mind Religion and Beauty ? The Rich it alarms with Expences and Trouble , And a poor Beast , you know , can scarce carry double . 'T was invented , they 'll tell you , to keep us from falling , Oh the Virtue and Grace of a shrill Catter-wawling ! But it pales in your Game — Ay , but how do you know Sir , How often your Neighbour breaks up your Enclosure ? For this is the principal Comfort of Marriage , You must eat , tho' an hundred have spit in your Porrige , If at Night you 're unactive and fail of performing , Enter Thunder and Lightning , and Bloodshed next Morning : Cries the Bone of your Side , " Thanks dear Mr. Horner , " This comes of your sinning with Crape in a Corner . Then , to make up the Breach , all your Strength you must rally , And labour and sweat like a Slave at the Gally : But still you must charge , oh blessed Condition ! Tho' you know to your Cost you 've no more Ammunition ; Till at last my dear mortified Tool of a Man , You 're not able to make a poor Flash in the Pan. Fire , Female and Flood begin with a Letter , And the World 's for 'em all scarce a Farthing the better , Your Flood soon is gone , and your Fire you may humble , If into the Flames store of Water you tumble : But to cool the damn'd Heat of your Wive's Titillation , You may use half the Engines and Pumps in the Nation , But may piss out as well the last Conflagration . Thus Sir , I have sent you my Thoughts of the Matter , Judge you , as you please , but I scorn to flatter . Part of a Panegyrick upon the Famous Colonel Walker , Governour of Londonderry ; by Mr. Tho. Brown. A Town he kept in spite of Fate , The Irish he confounded : For this he got five thousand Pound , Oh Hero most renown'd ! More of his valiant Deeds and Worth , What need we then to cry-a , Since Walker George has made amends For Walker Obadiah . CAROLO Martyri Sacrum : Autore Thoma Brown. CArole Gentis Honos , sate Carole sanguine Divum , Qui major magnis annumeraris Avis , Relligio accepit , quo Principe , nostra Coronam , Quo vivente decus , quo moriente fidem . Haec damus ultrici damnata volumina Flammae Manibus inferias , sancte Monarcha , tuis . Seu tulerint Batavae funesta venena paludes , Seu dederit saevam Scotia dira luem . Sic semper pereat quaecunque lacessere Charta Vel Reges ausa est , vel tetigisse Deos. A Catch , by Mr. Taverner . PAle Faces stand off , and our bright ones adore , We look like our Claret , they worse than our Score ; Then light up your Pimples , all Art we 'l out-shine , When the plump God does paint , each Stroke is divine . Clean Glasses our Pencils , our Claret is Oil , He that sits for his Picture must sit a good while The Beaux , an Ephigram , by Mr. Tho. Brown. TEll me , Sage Will , thou , that the Town around For Wit , and Tea and Coffee art renown'd ; Tell me , for as the common Rumor goes , Thy House is cramm'd eternally with Beaux , How shall I that strange Animal define , What are his Marks , his Virtues or his Sign ? So may'st thou still keep in the Wits good Graces , And never lose a Farthing more at Races . Thus I enquir'd , when streight Sage Will rereplyed , His Nutmeg , Spoon , and Grater laid aside ; " He that like M — Sings , like S — writes , " Dresses like R — , like T — Fights , " Like H — in a no ingagement swears , " Chatters like D — , Squints like W — at Prayers ; " Dams every thing besides his own dull Jest , " That thing 's a Beau : Why then that Beau's a Beast . The Repenting Husband : Or a Satyr upon Marriage : By Mr. S. W. Beaugard . IT can't be he . Courtine ! the brisk , the gay ! What Hag has stoln the Friend and Man away ? What Monster is he metamorphos'd to ? How all unlike the Iolly Thing we knew ? Such Vnderwoods have over-run the Coast , In his Beard 's Thicket all his Face is lost ; That hanging Look sad Ghesses does invite , And on his wrinkled Forehead Husband write . Courtine . For thy unseasonable Mirth a Curse , As heavy as that Fiend , that haunts me thus : That Constellation of Plagues be thine Which spightful Heaven has doom'd with Sylvia , mine : Be thou condemn'd to lug an endless Life , The Gally-slave to an Eternal Wife . Beaugard . A friendly Wish ! But Partners would destroy That Bliss , which none but one can well enjoy : Lucky Courtine , how ev'n in spight of me Does thy good Fortune make me envy thee ? How like the neat Sir Davy , Sage and wise , New Aldermen sit Budding in her Eyes ! A Face so fair as Sylvia's sure might move , Spight of his Hymns , a bloodless Angel's Love ; And then what dull Platonick can behold The Beauty , and the Virtue of her Gold ? The Atheist thinks a merry Life does well , Bartering short Pleasant Toys for a long future Hell. To Lovers thus the happy Night alone For a whole Age of Torments might attone , After a Day of Eating , which might vie With the Lord Mayors or Shreeval Luxury : See where a Drove of envious wishing Freinds Around thy Bed , the Bower of Bliss Attends ; Each squinting Gallant prays thy Place were his And by Delays excel the coming Blyss : Sack-posset then , while each green Virgin throws Prophetic Stocken , at thy patient Nose . Sack-posset still , and when they that remove ; Next — enter the sweet Sillabub of LOVE . Soft Music then thy Laziness must chide , And give a fair Excuse to leave the Bride ; Not wooing Puss can louder Songs compose , Nor more diversity of Airs than those Harmonious City-Music ; such a Bliss ; 'T were worth the while to marry but for this . Nor must you think the Joys should end so soon , There 's yet a live-long-heavenly-hony-moon In Wedlocks pleasing Team , with equal Law , Thy courteous Yoke-fellow must ever draw , While Pictures of thy kind laborious Bride Shall still run softly bellowing by thy Side . Courtine . Since my fair Pack so wondrously does please , Thy Shoulders lend , and be an Hercules : I feel a Load , a heavy Hell above , For the expected gaudy Heaven of Love : How thin would you those Tinsel Pleasures find With which sly jilting Nature bribes Mankind ? SATED FRVITION does the Bliss destroy , And the next Moment knows not the Tumultuous Ioy. Who can reflect without just Rage and Fright , And deep regret on such a mean Delight ! Ye Gods , if these Loves highest Banquets be , Brutes can love more , and better far than we : This knew sly Iove , who when he left the Skies , Chose rather any other Beast's Disguise , The Bull , nay th'improportionable Swan , Much more the lusty Ass ▪ can rival Man , Who all their Pleasure in Possession find , Without the curst Allay , and Sting behind ; As Nature prompts , promiscuously they rove , And hunt free Ioys , through ev'ry Field and grove , But in a Pound , what Brute wou'd e'n make Love ? Man , Man alone is damn'd to grinding still , And in the Prison of his Cage must Bill ; Like a blind Stallion ever drudges on , And gets new Slaves for Wives to ride upon ; Night-mar'd , like me , whom gastly Sights persue And scare with her lean Ghost , whom once I knew . That Sylvia's now no more , who big with Charms , Dropt a whole Dow'r of Charms within your Arms ; Loose hangs the Flower , lately so fresh and gay , And every Tempest bears new Leaves away : Unlovely now it flags , and overblown , And ev'ry Grace , and ev'ry Charm is gone ; Her Tenderness is fond and awkward grows , And all her Female Art affected shews True Hag all o're : Ugly she grows , and old , And knowing this , turns Jealous and a Scold ; Fletcher's Wife-tamer durst not dare to love her , Xantippe was a Patient Grizel to her ; Each Look , each Step I tread's by her survey'd ; She haunts me like my Conscience , or my shade , Expects t' a Statue , I should constant prove , And daily damns my unperforming Love ; When e'r for Quiets-sake she hooks me in , What Mummy looks so dreadful as her Face ! Heavens , how she ruffles in her Buckrum Skin , And frights my Soul away from the Imbrace ! So when from Gibbets and the Common-shore Th'Officious Devil has pimp'd , and brought his Friend a Whore , So shrieks the Wretch , when he next Morn has spy'd A ghastly Carcass rotting by his Side . Just such a Lot is mine ; I drudg my Life Worse than , with Legion far , possess'd with WIFE ; Wou'd Fate and Hell some higher ill provide , And club for any other Plague beside , I soon should easy and contented grow , In spight of Bolts above and Flames below : No — such luxurious Ease I ask in vain , And like poor Adam must alive remain , Whom vengeful Fate did to curs'd Woman chain , In Judgment gave him an unkind Reprieve , And damn'd him to ten thousand Hells in Eve. Vpon the D. of Buckingham's Retirement : By Madam Wharton , Jan. 1683. IF darkest Shades could cloud so bright a Mind , Or universal Knowledg be confin'd , Then should I fear what vainly you persue , Exiling the offending World from you : Permit this Phrase , for their 's the loss would be , To you , 't were Gain of Ease and Liberty : For them alas ! what is 't I would not fear ? If banished the rich World of Learning here , Within your Breast , where Knowledg is retir'd By vain Pursuits and false Explainers tir'd ; Others bring dazling Light , and leave us more Opprest with Blindness than we were before : But gently by degrees , like dawning Day , The Mists that cloud the Mind you drive away . If you retire , what Damps of black Despair Must cloud the World ( no longer made your Care ? ) Who could alas deep Mysteries unfold ? Who could Instruct the Young or Chear the Old ? Who could like you in lively Colours paint Death's gastly Face to each expiring Saint ? 'T is you and only you can paint him fair , To those who Life & Pleasure make their Care. 'T is you make Ease less lovely seem than Pain 'T is you bring Heaven down to dying Men , And raise the drooping Minds to Heaven again ; You chose Heaven's Saints , for still the mounting Soul Is crown'd above whom you on Earth enrol . Quit not the World , because that Monarch's Brow So smooth to all , seems clouded o'r to you : His Anger , like the Wrath of Heaven , is slow , And all his Actions his Compassion shew : Unjustice never can his Temper sute , Love , gentle Love , is his blest Attribute : A Soul enclin'd to such a peaceful Charm , No fear of Danger could his Soul alarm : Plot upon Plot intended or devis'd , He smil'd to see , look'd over and despis'd . When every Subject at his Danger shook , His Thoughts flow'd easily as a Summers Brook : He pardon'd still , and when unruly , they Forc'd him the Sword of Justice to display , Unwillingly he punish'd , to obey : I say , t' obey , for might he still command , Garlands of Peace would grow within his Hand ; Then Love and Wit , in which he does excel , With Peace and Plenty , here would ever dwell . But now , alas , he rules a giddy Crowd , Who slight their Joys and tell their Grief aloud ; As fond of Troubles as he is of Peace , So factious Slaves and constant Foes to ease , Still forcing Fears unnatural and base ; At home distracted , and abroad despis'd , The Grief of Fools , and laughter of the Wise. But hold ! too far , I have mistook my way , I would return , and yet what can I say ? The Subject is so vast to which I 'm brought , That I am lost in the Abyss of Thought ; I would persuade , and yet I know not how To make that Theam to my weak Numbers bow , Exalt my humble Notions to your height , I 'll plainly tell my Thoughts , raise you their Flight . Leave not the World , but near that Monarch rest , Who all that 's just still harbours in his Breast , And when that Head so fill'd with boundless Thought To his enlarged Heart is nearer brought , What Wonders may we not expect should spring From such a Subject , and from such a King ! To Damon , the most Inconstant and Faithless of his Sex : Being the first Copy of Verses made by a fair Lady , who is since dead . HAppy was I , O Love , when Innocent , And knew not what thy lawless Power meant ! But since from Damon's Eyes thou 'st shot thy Dart , Wing'd with his faithless Vows , into my Heart ; Alas ! away my happy Hours are flown , And I too plainly find I am undone ! For by his Prayers and numerous Oaths betray'd Too easie , I thought all was true he said ; So piteously he look'd , and sigh'd much more , And with such wondrous feeling ardor swore ! But like the rest of his false , perjur'd Kind , He soon discover'd his base fickle Mind . Wilst Young Enjoyment , was all brisk and gay , How often didst thou , perjur'd Damon , say , That , had Alcmena , had such melting Charms , The happy Thunderer ne'r had left her Arms , But had prolong'd the pleasing , blisful Night , Till darken'd Mankind had forgot the Light. But thou art false , and therefore shouldst be scorn'd , And not with fruitless Tears and Sorrows mourn'd : But now my Scorn , alas ! would please thee more Than all the Favours I bestow'd before : Then let some other Pride thy Soul Torment , And make thee feel what I too late repent , The hopeless Pangs of a despairing Love , And all the Racks the restless guilty prove . Pet. Arbiter . Qui Pelago credit , magno se foenere tollit , &c. THe ventring Merchant in his mighty Gains Meets a Reward for his past Toil & Pains ; The hardy Soldier who delights in Wars , Ventures for Plunder whilst he ventures Scars ; The servile cringing Flatterer , we see Triumphant in his purple Luxury ; The Cuckold-maker spends his Blood and Health In toilsome Pleasure to procure him Wealth ; Discarded Eloquence alone does wait , Shivering with Cold , and ragged , out of Date ; And whilst admired Baseness upwards flies , Worth unregarded and neglected Lyes . A SONG : By Henry Cromwel , Esq ; . I. A Beauteous Face , fine Shape , engaging Air , With all the Graces that adorn the Fair , If these cou'd fail their so accustom'd Parts , And not secure the Conquest of our Hearts : Sylvia has yet a vast reserve in store ; At Sight we love , but hearing must adore . II. There falls continual Musick from her Tongue , The Wit of Sappho , with her artful Song ; From Syrens thus we lose the Power to fly , We listen to the Charm , and stay to dy : Ah! lovely Nymph , I yield , I am undone , Your Voice has finisht what your Eyes begun . Vpon the Art of Love , a Book , sent to a Lady : By the same . I. IS Sylvia then to learn the Art of Love , Who with that Passion every Breast inspires ? What pity 't is she only should not prove What mighty Charms there are in soft Desires ? Let her pursue the Dictates of her Heart , Nature 's a Mistress better far than Art : II. But if by some unknown Indifference Her Eyes neglect the Conquests they have won , And whilst all yield to Love , without Defence , Sylvia can be insensible alone : Try then , my little Book , thy utmost Art , To make the Passage easy to her Heart . A SONG : By the same . I. HOw ! mortal Hate ! for what Offence ? For too much Love or Negligence ? The first , who is it that denies ? The Fault of your Victorious Eyes , As 't is of your severer Arms , I pay no more my Tribute to your Charms . II. Yet I in Silence still admire , Have gaz'd till I have stole a Fire ; A mighty Crime in one you hate ; Yet who can see and shun the Fate ? Ah! let it then not mortal prove , Not but I 'd die to shew how much I love . The DECAY , A SONG : By W. C. I. SAy not Olinda , I despise the faded Glories of your Face , The languish'd Vigour , of your Eyes , and that once , only lov'd Embrace . II. In vain , in vain , my constant Heart , on aged Wings , attempts to meet With wonted speed , those Flames you dart , it faints and flutters at your feet . III. I blame not your decay of Pow'r , you may have pointed Beauties still , Though me alas , they wound no more , You cannot hurt what cannot feel . IV. On youthful Climes your Beams display , There , you may cherish with your Heat , And rise the Sun to guild their Day , To me benighted , when you set . A SONG : By Mr. S — . I. NO more proud Woman boast Your Empire over Men , For all your Pow'r now you have lost , And they 're restor'd unto themselves again . II. They plainly now discern Those Tricks and all those Arts With which your Face and Eyes you arm , To Catch unguarded Hearts . III. And rather than submit To such Deceits , as these , They 'l for a Mistress chuse a Man o'Wit , Who better knows to please . By the same . I. THis proves , Clymene , what I said , Our Hearts o' th' hardest Rocks were made , Since mine , unweary'd still has born Your killing Rigour and your Scorn ; Yet yours nothing could melt , or move , Not all my Tears , nor all the force o'Love . II. Long with my hourly Pains I strove , Pains which I fear will endless prove , Never more vainly to urge to you This Truth , for my repose too true ; I am a Rock in Constancy , As you are one in Cruelty . SONG : By Tho. Ch — . Esq . I. LOve 's a Dream of mighty Treasure , Which in Fancy we possess ; In the Folly lies the Pleasure , Wisdom ever makes it less : When we think , by Passion heated , We a Goddess have in Chase , Like Ixion we are cheated , And a gawdy Cloud embrace . II. Only happy is the Lover , Whom his Mistress well deceives , Seeking nothing to discover , He contented lives at ease : But the Wretch that would be knowing What the fair one would disguise , Labors for his own undoing , Changing Happy to be wise . SONG : By the same . I. LEt other Beauties boast in vain , How they a Heart ensnare , Which they by artful means obtain , And but preserve with Care : Whilst Cloe , with restless Pow'r , Does all Mankind subdue , As are her Conquests ev'ry Hour , So are her Charms still new . II. Yet she for whom so many dye , Neglecting does surprize , As loath the utmost Force to try Of her victorious Eyes . Her Influence she does moderate , And some in Pity spare , That Beauties of a Lower Rate May have a little Share . The Message , a SONG : By W. C. GO , thou unhappy Victim , go Thou poor distracted Heart , Oppress'd with all thy mighty woe , Thy endless Love , and Smart ; Go to Aminta , tell thy Grief ; Go to Aminta , beg Relief ; Pray to that Cruel Fair , And let , oh let her hear The various Cries of thy Despair . In bleeding Wounds , and trembling Fears , In moving Sighs and melting Tears , Pant to her Eyes , and pierce her Ears . Ah! sure she cannot see , A Heart , so clad in Misery , And yet no Pity have ; Oh no — she cannot — sure she will In tender Mercy save , Or else in rigid Mercy kill . By Henry Cromwel , Esq Martial . Epigram . De morte Festi , lib. 1. epig. 67. Indignas premeret pestis cum tabida fauces , &c. NO sooner had the dire Disease began , But o'r his Face the spreading Mischief ran ; Around him his lamenting Friends did ly , All Eyes were bath'd in Tears — but his were dry ; Firm in his Soul he was , and well resolv'd to die : Yet does he mean inglorious ways disdain , By Famin scorns to linger out in Pain , Or with vile poisonous Dregs his manly Visage stain : But , as he ever Honour's Course did run , In Death to finish what his Life begun , With Roman Courage did his Fate obey , Which ever led to Death the noblest way : By falling thus he has acquir'd a Name , Out-vying Cato's in the List of Fame , For fear of Caesar forc'd to such an end ; But thus he dy'd , and yet was Caesar's Friend . A CATCH . I. LET the Woman be damn'd ( a moderate Fate ) Or dye an old Maid , as grey as a Cat , That her Lover refuses for want of Estate . II. Let her , that sets Man , like a Beast to be sold , And above mettle'd Flesh loves a Lump of dead Gold , Look green when she 's young , and be poxt when she 's old . III. But let those , that are wise contemn the dull Store , Wives chose by their Weight , will be weighty no more , If for Gold they will wed , for the same they will whore . A Letter from Hen. Cr. Esq. to Tho. Ch. Esq. For Women and against Wine . MY lovely Ch — , that takes Delight , To spend the silent Hours of Night With sparkling Wine , and sprightly Jest , And hates the lazy Thoughts of Rest , Unbending then with ease thy Cares , When drudging Cit to Shop repairs , Of thy weak Friend some Pity take , Who has not learnt the Art to wake , Unskill'd in offring at the Shrine Of thy dear Jovial God of Wine : Let him enjoy his little Punk , Be Clapt for Sin , but not be drunk : The Wretch that runs at ev'ry Whore Is often poxt , but can't give o're , May well be thought a Slave to Passion , But yet he acts by Inclination , And Pleasures in one Moment gains To countervail an Age of Pains . Why should I by your Method live ? Against my Genius vainly strive ? This ev'n common Sense destroys ; This the wise Eunuch well disproves , Is 't fit that I , who know no Joys , Should die , ye Gods , because she loves ? Let Venus be at distance drawn , To make the nauseous Draught go down , As when I drank for red-hair'd Wench Substantial Bowles of lusty Punch . Or was there Interest in the Case , It might go down without Grimace , As lusty Stallion , who for Hire , Oblig'd to quench some Awker'd Fire , Forces himself against Desire , And robs from Nature to supply her . No more will I pursue your Fashion , Nor ever drink by Obligation , But seek a softer Recreation . Thus though a different way we move , Your Passion Wine , mine for Love , Yet may we , as we change our Sphere , Like the Twin-Gods , meet once a Year . An Answer to the foregoing Letter , by Tho. Ch. Esq. for Wine . WHen lately with some special Friends , For Fops , and Fools to make amends , In Bow-street , at a certain House , We drank a notable Carouse ; And whilst Mirth , and good Humor lasted , The Nights in Joys sublime we wasted ; Against good Wine cou'd I imagine , That you a Satyr wou'd engage in ? Good Wine , that raises us above The most transporting Thoughts of Love , Inspires us with great Wit and Sense ; When Love does ever drain from thence . When by indulging over Night Much Wine has cloid the Appetite , Next Day a Bumper will restore , Correct the Faults o' th Day before , But , by Experience taught , I find , It ne'r was so with Womankind : Yet , Sir , I am not in defyance With the soft Sex , but in compliance , Wou'd kindly take Commiseration On her that had for me a Passion ; But like a Beau to fawn , and wait , Is that of all Things , that I hate . I use a Woman at my Leisure , Not make a Business of a Pleasure : But you , whom Female Chains can fetter , I never heard was treated better . Or may be of an Amorous League , You cannot bear the grand fatigue ; Something of that I am afraid , I 'll tell you what the World has said ; My Dear , it 's credibly reported , You want strong Vigor when you sport it : In vain you say soft things and tender , When 't is a stiff thing , that must bend her : But yours is such a modest Devil , It is afraid to be uncivil ; And when she wishes for the Blessing , You idly stand and praise her Dressing , The pretty Cornets on her Head , When you should throw her on the Bed , The fancied Colours of a Knot , When you should be upon the Spot : Then with her Fan , perhaps , you play , When you should cool her t'other way . These are the Reasons , as I ghess , That makes you have such ill Success ; But if by chance you have the Fortune To win the Lady you importune , 'T is one you pick up at Hypolito's , Whom for a Month or two you follow close , And though enjoy'd by half the Town , Keeps you at Distance with a Frown , Till by persuasive Presents gain'd , The mighty Victory 's obtain'd ; And when you think your self most happy , 'T is ten to one , the Jade will Clap you . Successively my Pleasures move , From Love to Wine , from Wine to Love : Kindly each other they relieve , And Change does double Pleasure give : Then against Wine be not inveterate , Because the other you are better at ; But use them both , and the Delight Will prove your Friend is in the Right . A SONG , By Henry Cromwel , Esq. I. NO , no , I ne'r shall love thee less , For all thy fierce Disdain , So fast thy blooming Charms increase , Thy sparkling Eyes my Heart oppress , Each Glance renews my Pain . II. Yet must I , ( Fate ! ) like busie Flies , Still to thy Brightness turn ; Pursue thee with my restless Eyes , Till , as each flaming Blush does rise , Insensibly I burn . An Invitation to the Musick Meeting : By the same . I. REturn , ah charming Nymphs ! return To your once-lov'd forsaken Plains ; Let us no more your Absence mourn , But soon resume our pleasing Strains ; O'r all our useless Instruments unstrung , No more your shining Beauties shall be sung : II. Come all ye Shepheards to our Groves ; 'T is here a Glance with ease imparts , To the fair Object of your Loves , The moving Stories of your Hearts ; Our Songs and Strings shall favour the Design , And every Breast to Tenderness incline . VERSES by Madam Behn , never before printed . On a CONVENTICLE . BEhold that Race , whence England's Woes proceed , The Viper's Nest , where all our Mischiefs breed , There , guided , by Inspiration , Treason speaks , And through the Holy Bag-pipe Legion squeaks . The Nation 's Curse , Religion's ridicule , The Rabble's God , the Politicians Tool , Scorn of the Wise , and Scandal of the Just , The Villain 's Refuge , and the Womens Lust. VERSES design'd by Mrs. A. Behn , to be sent to a fair Lady , that desir'd she would absent herself , to cure her Love. Left unfinish'd . IN vain to Woods and Deserts I retire , To shun the lovely Charmer I admire , Where the soft Breezes do but fann my Fire ! In vain in Grotto's dark unseen I lie , Love pierces where the Sun could never spy . No place , no Art his Godhead can exclude , The Dear Distemper reigns in Solitude : Distance , alas , contributes to my Grief ; No more , of what fond Lovers call , Relief Than to the wounded Hind does sudden Flight From the chast Goddesses pursuing Sight : When in the Heart the fatal Shaft remains , And darts the Venom through our bleeding Veins . If I resolve no longer to submit My self a wretched Conquest to your Wit , More swift than fleeting Shades , ten thousand Charms From your bright Eyes that Rebel Thought disarms : The more I strugl'd , to my Grief I found My self in Cupid's Chains more surely bound : Like Birds in Nets , the more I strive , I find My self the faster in the Snare confin'd . VENUS and CUPID . VENVS . CVpid , my darling Cupid and my Joy , Thy Mother Venus calls come away , come away . CVPID . Alas ! I cannot , I am at Play. VENVS . Fond Boy , I do command thee , haste ; Thy precious Hours no longer waste : In Groves and Cottages you make abode , Too mean a Condescention for a God! On barren Mountains idly play , For shame thou Wanton come away , come away ! All useless lies thy Bow and Darts , That should be wounding heedless Hearts : The Swain that guards his Drove , Alas ! no Leisure has for Love : His Flocks and Heards are all his Joy , Then leave the Shades and come away , come away . CVPID . Alas , what would you have me do ? Command and I 'll Obedience shew . VENVS . Hye then to Cities and to Court , Where all the Young and Fair resort ; There try thy Power , let fly thy Darts , And bring me in some noble Hearts , Worthy to be by thee undone , For here 's no Glory to be won . CVPID . Mistaken Queen , look down and see , What Trophies are prepar'd for thee , What glorious Slaves are destin'd me . VENVS . Now , by my self , a Noble Throng ; How Fair the Nymphs , the Swains how Young ! No wonder if my little Loves Delight and play in Shades and Groves . CVPID . Then , Mother , here I 'll bend my Bow , And bring you wounded Hearts enough . VENVS . My pretty Charming Wanton do . Chorus . 'T is thus we over Mortals reign , And thus we adoration gain From the proud Monarch to the humble Swain . The Old Man's Complaint : By Mr. Wells . AH , pity Love where e'r it grows ! See how in me it overflows , In dripping Eyes and dropping Nose . So strange a thing is seldom seen ; My Age is dull , my Love is keen ; Above I 'm grey , but elswhere green . Aloof , perhaps I court and prate ; But something near I would be at , Tho' I 'm so old I scarce know what . The Maid's Answer . For Shame your Green-wood Fires then smother , You drop at one End , burn at t'other , You 'd have a Wife to spoil a Mother . I pity much your Eyes o'rflowing ; But sure the World must needs be going , When Rheums and Rottenness run a woeing . Then let Age make you cease your chat ; And since you have forgot what 's what ; Old Rats love Cheese , go construe that . Vpon MARRIAGE : An Epigram : By Dr. N. UNhappy State ! to thee , poor Man does owe The loss of Innocence and Being too . Marriage alone brought in the Tempter Eve , It was the Serpent Woman did deceive : The Mischief still continues she began , For every Woman is an Eve to Man. A SONG : By Mr. J. S. of the Middle Temple . ALL Thoughts of Freedom are too late , Not any new fair Lady's Art , Nor both the India's Wealth nor Fate Itself can disengage my Heart . Not , which kind Heaven forbid , your Hate And that which follows , proud Disdain My Passion could at all abate , But only make it last with Pain . Thus all my Quiet does depend On Hopes t' obtain a Smile from you ; That so my Love , that knows no end , May last with equal Pleasure too . To SYLVIA , a SONG : By C. G. I. SYlvia , could your Eyes but see The Wounds your killing Beauties give ; A Lover you might read in me , Who , if you frown , disdains to live . II. But oh ! the Artless fair ones know No more , than Tongues or Eyes persuade : Tongues that deceive , and Eyes that shew Too often Love an Art is made , III. For a sincere and tender Passion : Ah! how severe and hard a Fate ! That Faith 's not known from Oaths for fashion , Nor naked Truth from gay Deceit . IV. Soft as your balmy Breath's my Flame , When strugling Love breaks out in Sighs ; Immortal , as I 'll make your Name , And as bewitching as your Eyes . V. But hold , fond Swain ! Ah! tell no more ! For Heav'n and the heav'nly fair Their Favours on the Happy show'r , Leaving the Wretch still to Despair . To SYLVIA , the Meeting : By the same . I. GOds ! when we meet how dull was I ▪ My Tongue , that us'd to move So glibly on the Theme of Love , Now , when 't was real , lay motionless and still ; Nor wou'd it to fair Sylvia tell , The eager Pangs and Torments of my Mind : But like a false deceitful Friend , Officious in my Sun shine Day , Profering his Service and his Coin , ( When he was here I wanted none ) But when I needed most , he prov'd most shy , Leaving me Speechless , when I 'd most to say . My very Fancy , and my Thoughts were flown , So wholly was I lost in unexpected Joy. II. All extream Joy in Silence reigns ; As Grief , when in excess A fluent Tale proves either less , The lighter Wounds of Fortune are made known In formal Words , and mournful Tone : But when she deeper strikes her Dart , 'T is mute , and festers in the Heart . So lesser Joy is noisy , brisk , and gay , Flows in full Tides of Laugh , and Talk , Admits no silent Check or Balk : But when so great as mine , the Sense it chains . Imperfect Words ! a Sigh ! a soft Caress ! A trembling Body , and a ravish'd Kiss , Was all the wondrous Language of m'unruly Joy. III. Ah! if your only Presence give Such elevated Bliss , What Raptures and what Extasies Have you , bright Sylvia , yet in store , For the blest Man you love ! Too mighty sure for Man's frail Sense to bear , Or to enjoy and live ! If but a gentle Touch such Transports move , What must Divine Fruition prove ! Encircl'd in those tender Arms , Dissolving with those melting Charms ; And oh ! — on that soft panting Bosome lye ! Sylvia that Death , grant Heaven and you , I dye . The beginning of the First Satyr of Persius imitated . The Prologue , to Dr. M — dly . 'T Is true , nor is it worth denial , My Verse has never yet stood Tryal Of Poetick-Smiths , that meet still , At Vrwin Toms , or Vrwin Will 's ; ( For thus , Sir , Modern Revolution Has split the Wits , t' avoid Confusion , And set up Brother against Brother , That they mayn't clapper-claw each other . ) That I should think my self a Poet , And vainly dare in Print to shew it : I , who have never pass'd as yet The Test of the mis-judging Pit , Nor i th' Galleries tickl'd Crowd , 'Till they have clap'd and laugh'd aloud : Nor from the tender Boxes e'r Yet have drawn one pitying Tear : Nor with Sir Courtly , Roundelays Have made to garnish out new Plays : Nor Virgil's great majestick Lines Melted into enervate Rhimes : Nor witty Horace , e'r did venture To burlesque into modern Banter : Nor gentle Ovid e'r did force To zounds a River for a Horse : Nor sharp Iuvenal's stronger Verse , Perverted into Dogrel Farce : Nor ever durst as yet presume To venture on a meer Lampoon : Nor , in short , few Words being best , Ne'r yet could make a bawdy Jest. I 'll tell you then , since you 'l needs know it , Why I set up now for a Poet : 'T is not for what most of Vs write , To fill my Purse , or shew my Wit ; But purely out of Affection , To fill up my Friend's Collection . Therefore , sweet Sir , in haste , adieu t' ye , For I 'll adjourn now to my Duty . The beginning of the First Satyr of Persius imitated . Poet. OH the prepostrous Cares of Human kind ! Which in each Action and each Wish we find ! Friend . Prithee that Cant give o'r , or who will read ? You preach as solemnly , as 't were your Trade . P. Speak you to me ? F. To thee sayst ? yes egad — Why surely , Iack , thou 'rt absolutely mad , For none will on such formal Verses look , But damn the Author , and despise the Book . P. None , say you Sir ? F. Or one or two at most ; And is 't not hard t o've All your Labour lost ? To have your Works on Bulks all dusty lye , And all your Thoughts for want of Readers dye ? Your precious Lines serv'd up to Nocks , or Pye ? P. Mistake not , Friend , I chase not empty Fame , Nor write to please the Town , or get a Name . Let the Vain Herd of noisy Wits , and Beaux , To whom they please their worthless Praise dispose , It ne'r one Moment shall break my Repose . Or what care I , if th'undiscerning Town Prefer dull A — to me , or Perter Br — n ; Let his tagg'd Nonsense , t'others Wilds of Wit , With Cits , and Boys still fond Applauses get : But you , my Friend , steer a securer Course , And by the common Judgment ne'r form yours . Most Men , by publick Vogue condemn or praise , And never weigh the Merits of the Cause : Let not that balance you to either Side , By Wisdom's Nobler Rule your Sentence guide . Oh! that I could , spight of my beardless Youth , With a prevailing Force , now urge the Truth ! Fr. Stay but a while , till Reverend Age comes on , ( Thy fleeting Years of Youth will soon be gone ) Then will grey Hairs on all thou say'st print Aw , Authority with all thy Precepts go . A dictatorial Youth does Envy draw , Tho' from his Pen the noblest Truths do flow . P. Oh! that 's too long , I must before that Time Lash the vile Town with my Satyric Rhime . F. That must not be — pray take a Friend's Advice . P. Prithee no more , indeed thou' rt over-nice . I can no longer hold , nor silent , see Such numerous Pamphlets on each quarter fly , Some in Prose , and some in mightier Verse , Which each will daily to his Friends rehearse . Here a Pert Sot , with six Months Pains brings forth A strange , mishapen , and ridiculous Birth : A glimps of Human Stamp it has , the rest Is Serpent , Fish , and Bird , but larger Beast : In that odd Monster Horace once design'd , We may some Method and some meaning find , Tho' diffring Parts , yet distinct Parts it had , Tail of Fish , Horses Neck , a Human Head. Nor Head , nor Tail , nor any Part is here , Through the whole Lump no certain Forms appear : 'T is Chaos all — Mark how the jarring Seed Of ill agreeing things , perpetual Discord breed ! Together huddled , now this , now that prevails , HOT Simile now , now COLD Winters Tales ! More pondrous GHESS , with lighter BANTER meets , With clashing Fury each the other greets ; MOIST spreading Scandal , with DRY Dulness fights . But oh ! 't requires , this Mortal Strife to end , A stronger Judgment , a diviner Mind , Than his ; for whatsoe'r the World may think , Pudding's his Food , and drowsy Mum his drink : For read his Trifles , and scarce in one Line You 'll find him guilty of the least Design . By the thick Fogs , which from his Diet rise , His Sense is smother'd , and his Judgment dyes . Well has he then the seven Sleepers grac'd By yearly Sacrifice , and annual Feast , For sure his Studies are but Sleep at best : And all the Town must needs be in a Dream , When such wild Ramblings got him some poor Fame . But quitting now this poor Prose Pamphleteer , To mightier Verse , I must my Vessel steer . But here the Chiming Fops so numerous grow , And in such various Follies dress'd they go , 'T would be an endless Task to lash'em all , And now I find my Muse grows something dull . F. Enough for one time , sure is one such Fool. On Affairs abroad , and K. William's Expedition : By Mr. Durfey . CHurch-Scruples , and Jars , Plunge all Europe in Wars , English Caesar espouses our Quarrel , Predestin'd to stand , Against Lewis le Grand , And wear his now flourishing Laurel . The Cause that is best Now comes to the Test , For Heav'n will no longer stand neuter , But pronounce the grand Doom , For old Luther , or Rome , And prevent all our Doubts for the future . 'T would turn a wise Brain To consider what Pain Fools take to become Politicians ; Fops , Bullies and Cits , All set up for Wits , And ingeniously hatch new Divisions : Some shew their hot Zeal For a new Common Weal , And some for a new Restauration ; Thus we cavil and brawl , Till the Monsieur gets all , And best proves the Wit of the Nation : Though we Medcines apply , Yet the Fever swells high , First caused by a Catholick Riot , Which no Cure can gain , Till the breathing a Vein Corrects the mad Pulse into quiet . Yet what e'r disease on our Country may chance Let 's drink to its healing condition , And rather wish Will. were Victor in France , Than Lewis were England's Physician . On my Lord Fairfax : By the late Duke of Buckingham . EPITAPH . Vnder this Stone doth lye , One born for Victory . ELEGY . FAirfax the valiant , and the only he , Who e'r for that alone a Conqueror would be ; Both Sexes Vertues were in him combin'd , He had the fierceness of the manliest Mind , And all the meekness too of Womankind : He never knew what Envy was , or Hate ; His Soul was fill'd with Worth , and Honesty , And with another thing besides , quite out of date Call'd Modesty . He ne'r seem'd impudent but in the Field , a place Where Impudence it self dares seldom shew its Face , Had any Stranger Spied him in a Room , With some of those whom he had overcome , And had not heard their Talk , but only seen Their Gesture and their Meen , They would have swore he had the vanquish'd been ; For as they brag'd , and dreadful would appear , Whilst they their own ill luck in war repeated ; His Modesty still made him blush to hear , How often he had them defeated . II. Through his whole Life the part he bore Was wonderful and great ; And yet it so appear'd in nothing more Than in his private last Retreat ; For 't is a stranger thing to find , One Man of such a glorious Mind , As can despise the Power he hath got ; Than Millions of those Polls and Braves , Those despicable Fools and Knaves , Who such a poother make , Through Dulness and Mistake , In seeking after Power , and get it not . III. When all the Nation he had won , And with Expence of Blood had bought Store great enough he thought , Of Fame and of Renown , He then his Arms laid down , With full as little Pride , As if he had been on the Enemies Side . He neither Wealth nor Places sought , For others ( not himself ) he fought , He was content to know ; For he had found it so , That when he pleas'd , to conquer he was able , And left the Spoil and Plunder to the Rabble . IV. He might have been a King , But that he understood , How much it is a meaner thing To be unjustly Great than honourably Good. This from the World did Admiration draw , And from his Friends both Love and Awe , Remembring what he did in Fight before . Nay , his Foes lov'd him too , As they were bound to do , Because he was resolv'd to fight no more . So blest of all he dy'd , but far more blest were we , If we were sure to live till we could see A Man so great in War , in Peace so just as he . FINIS . A80774 ---- Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity. Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A80774 of text R208867 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason E1598_1). 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This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A80774) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 120112) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 202:E1598[1]) Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity. Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649. [8], 130, [2] p. : ill. By Peter Targa, printer to the Arch-bishope of Paris, in S. Victors streete at the golden sunne., At Paris : M. DC. LII. [1652] R.C. = Richard Crashaw. With engraved illustrations throughout. Annotation on Thomason copy: "8 September 1655. June [crossed out] but nono [illegible]". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng English poetry -- 17th century. A80774 R208867 (Thomason E1598_1). civilwar no Carmen Deo nostro,: te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Den Crashaw, Richard 1652 23042 75 0 0 0 0 0 33 C The rate of 33 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-02 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-03 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2007-03 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion CARMEN DEO NOSTRO , TE DECET HYMNVS SACRED POEMS , COLLECTED , CORRECTED , AVGMENTED , Most humbly Presented . TO MY LADY THE COVNTSSE OF DENBIGH BY Her most deuoted Seruant . R. C. IN heaty acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her Goodnes & Charity . AT PARIS , By PETER TARGA , Printer to the Archbishope ef Paris , in S. Victors streete at the golden sunne . M.DC.LII . CRASHAWE , THE ANAGRAMME . HE WAS CAR . WAS CAR then Crashawe ; or WAS Crashawe CAR , Since both within one name combined are ? Yes , Car's Crashawe , he Car ; t' is loue alone Which melts two harts , of both composing one . So Crashawe's still the same : so much desired By strongest witts ; so honor'd so admired CAR WAS but HE that enter'd as afriend With whō he shar'd his thoughtes , and did cōmend ( While yet he liu'd ) this worke ; they lou'd each other : Sweete Crashawe was his friend ; he Crashawes brother . So Car hath Title then ; t' was his intent That what his riches pen'd , poore Car should print . Nor feares he checke praysing that happie one Who was belou'd by all ; dispraysed by none . To witt , being pleas'd with all things , he pleas'd all . Nor would he giue , nor take offence ; befall What might ; he would possesse himselfe : and liue As deade ( deuoyde of interest ) t'all might giue Desease t' his well composed mynd ; forestal'd With heauenly riches : which had wholy call'd His thoughtes from earth , to liue aboue in'th aire A very bird of paradice . No care Had he of earthly trashe . What might suffice To fitt his soule to heauenly exercise . Sufficed him : and may we guesse his hart By what his lipps brings forth , his onely part Is God and godly thoughtes . Leaues doubt to none But that to whom one God is all ; all 's one . What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought . His needfull foode he rather found then sought . He seekes no downes , no sheetes , his bed's still made If he can find , a chaire or stoole , he 's layd , When day peepes in , he quitts his rest lesse rest . And still , poore soule , before he 's vp he 's dres't . Thus dying did he liue , yet liued to dye In the virgines lappe , to whom he did applye His virgine thoughtes and words , and thēce was styld By foes , the chaplaine of the virgine myld While yet he liued without : His modestie Imparted this to some , and they to me . Liue happie then , deare soule ; inioy the rest Eternally by paynes thou purchacedest , While Car must liue in care , who was thy friend Nor cares he how he liue , so in the end , He may inioy his dearest Lord and thee ; And sitt and singe more skilfull songs eternally . AN EPIGRAMME Vpon the pictures in the following Poemes which the Authour first made with his owne hand , admirably well , as may be seene in his Manuscript dedicated to the right Honorable Lady the L. Denbigh . Twixt pen and pensill rose a holy strife Which might draw vertue better to the life . Best witts gaue votes to that : but painters swore They neuer saw peeces so sweete before As thes : fruites of pure nature ; where no art Did lead the vntaught pensill , nor had part In th'-worke . The hand growne bold , with witt will needes contest . Doth it preuayle ? ah wo : say each is best . This to the eare speakes wonders ; that will trye To speake the same , yet lowder , to the eye . Both their aymes are holy , both conspire To wound , to burne the hart with heauenly fire . This then 's the Doome , to doe both parties right : This , to the eare speakes best ; that , to the sight . THOMAS CAR . NON VI . 'T is not the work of force but skill To find the way into man's will . 'T is loue alone can hearts vnlock . Who knowes the WORD , he needs not knock . TO THE Noblest & best of Ladyes , the Countesse of Denbigh . Perswading her to Resolution in Religion , & to render her selfe without further delay into the Communion of the Catholick Church . WHat heau'n-intreated HEART is This ? Stands trembling at the gate of blisse ; Holds fast the door , yet dares not vēture Fairly to open it , and enter . Whose DEFINITION is à doubt Twixt life & death , twixt in & out . Say , lingring fair ! why comes the birth Of your braue soul so slowly forth ? Plead your pretences ( o you strong In weaknes ! why you choose so long In labor of your selfe to ly , Nor daring quite to liue nor dy ? Ah linger not , lou'd soul ! à slow And late consent was a long no , Who grants at last , long time tryd And did his best to haue deny'd , What magick bolts , what mystick Barres Maintain the will in these strange warres ! What fatall , yet fantastick , bands Keep The free Heart from it's own hands ! So when the year takes cold , we see Poor waters their owne prisoners be . Fetter'd , & lockt vp fast they ly In a sad selfe-captiuity . The astonisht nymphs their flood 's strange fate deplore , To see themselues their own seuerer shore . Thou that alone canst thaw this cold , And fetch the heart from it 's strong Hold ; All mighty LOVE ! end this long warr , And of a meteor make a starr . O fix this fair INDEFINITE . And mongst thy shafts of soueraign light Choose out that sure decisiue dart Which has the Key of this close heart , Knowes all the corners of 't , & can controul The self-shutt cabinet of an vnsearcht soul . O let it be at last , loue's houre ▪ Raise this tall Trophee of thy Powre ; Come once the conquering way ; not to confute But kill this rebell-wotd , IRRESOLVTE That so , in spite of all this peeuish strength Of weaknes , she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH , Vnfold at length , vnfold fair flowre And vse the season of loue's showre , Meet his well-meaning Wounds , wise heart ! And hast to drink the wholsome dart . That healing shaft , which heaun till now Hath in loue's quiuer hid for you . O Dart of loue ! arrow of light ! O happy you , if it hitt right , It must not fall in vain , it must Not mark the dry regardles dust . Fair one , it is your fate ; and brings Aeternall worlds vpon it's wings . Meet it with wide-spread armes ; & see It 's scat your soul 's iust center be . Disband dull feares ; giue faith the day . To saue your life , kill your delay It is loue's seege ; and sure to be Your triumph , though his victory . 'T is cowardise that keeps this feild And want of courage not to yeild . Yeild then , ô yeild . that loue may win The Fort at last , and let life in . Yeild quickly . Lest perhaps you proue Death's prey , before the prize of loue . This Fort of your fair selfe , if 't be not won , He is repulst indeed ; But you' are vndone . TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME , THE NAME OF IESVS A HYMN . I Sing the NAME which None can say But touch't with An interiour RAY : The Name of our New PEACE ; our Good : Our Blisse : & Supernaturall Blood : The Name of All our Liues & Loues . Hearken , And Help , ye holy Doues ! The high-born Brood of Day ; you bright Candidates of blissefull Light , The HEIRS Elect of Loue ; whose Names belong Vnto The euerlasting life of Song ; All ye wise SOVLES , who in the wealthy Brest Of This vnbounded NAME build your warm Nest . Awake , MY glory . SOVL , ( if such thou be , And That fair WORD at all referr to Thee ) Awake & sing And be All VVing ; Bring hither thy whole SELF ; & let me see . What of thy Parent HEAVN yet speakes in thee . O thou art Poore Of noble POWRES , I see , And full of nothing else but empty ME , Narrow , & low , & infinitely lesse Then this GREAT mornings mighty Busynes . One little WORLD or two ( Alas ) will neuer doe . We must haue store . Goe , SOVL , out of thy Self , & seek for More . Goe & request Great NATVRE for the KEY of her huge Chest Of Heauns , the self inuoluing Sett of Sphears ( Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares ) Then rouse the nest Of nimble ART , & trauerse round The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound : And beat a summons in the Same All-soueraign Name To warn each seuerall kind And shape of sweetnes , Be they such As sigh with supple wind Or answer Artfull Touch , That they conuene & come away To wait at the loue-crowned Doores of Thas Illustrious DAY . Shall we dare This , my Soul ? we 'l doe 't and bring No Other note for 't , but the Name we sing Wake LVTE & HARP And euery sweet-lipp't Thing That talkes with tunefull string ; Start into life , And leap with me Into a hasty Fitt-tun'd Harmony . Nor must you think it much T' obey my bolder touch ; I haue Authority in LOVE's name to take you And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you Wake ; In the Name Of HIM who neuer sleeps , All Things that Are , Or , what 's the same , Are Musicall ; Answer my Call And come along ; Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song . Come , ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth , Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth ; O you , my Soul's most certain Wings , Complaining Pipes , & prattling Strings , Bring All the store Of SWEETS you haue ; And murmur that you haue no more . Come , nére to part , NATVRE & ART ! Come ; & come strong , To the conspiracy of our Spatious song . Bring All the Powres of Praise Your Prouinces of well-vnited WORLDS can raise ; Bring All yours LVTES & HARPS of HEAVN & EARTH ; What ére cooperates to The common mirthe Vessells of vocall Ioyes , Or You , more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise , Cymballs of Heau'n , or Humane sphears , Solliciters of SOVLES or EARES ; And when you' are come , with All That you can bring or we can call ; O may you fix For euer here , & mix Your selues into the long And euerlasting series of a deathlesse SONG ; Mix All your many WORLDS , Aboue , And loose them into ONE of Loue . Chear thee my HEART ! For Thou too hast thy Part And Place in the Great Throng Of This vnbounded All-imbracing SONG . Powres of my Soul , be Proud ! And speake lowd To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name , And in the wealth of one Rich WORD proclaim New Similes to Nature . May it be no wrong Blest Heauns , to you , & your Superiour song , That we , dark Sons of Dust & Sorrow , A while Dare borrow The Name of Your Dilights & our Desires , And fitt it to so farr inferior LYRES . Our Murmurs haue their Musick too , Ye mighty ORBES , as well as you , Nor yeilds the noblest Nest Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Loue , A choicer Lesson then the ioyfull BREST Of a poor panting Turtle-Doue . And we , low Wormes haue leaue to doe The Same bright Busynes ( ye Third HEAVENS ) with you . Gentle SPIRITS , doe not complain . We will haue care To keep it fair , And send it back to you again . Come , louely NAME ! Appeare from forth the Bright Regions of peacefull Light Look from thine own Illustrious Home , Fair KING of NAMES , & come . Leaue All thy natiue Glories in their Georgeous Nest , And giue thy Self a while The gracious Guest . Of humble Soules , that seek to find The hidden Sweets Which man's heart meets When Thou art Master of the Mind . Come , Iouely Name ; life of our hope ! Lo we hold our HEARTS wide ope ! Vnlock thy Cabinet of DAY Dearest Sweet , & come away . Lo how the thirsty Lands Gasp for thy Golden Showres ! with longstretch't Hands Lo how the laboring EARTH That hopes to be All Heauen by THEE , Leapes at thy Birth . The'attending WORLD , to wait thy Rise , First turn'd to eyes ; And then , not knowing what to doe ; Turn'd Them to TEARES , & spent Them too . Come ROYALL Name ; & pay the expence Of All this Pretious Patience . O come away And kill the DEATH of This Delay . O see , so many WORLDS of barren yeares Melted & measur'd out in Seas of TEARES . O see , The WEARY liddes of wakefull Hope ( LOVE's Eastern windowes ) All wide ope With Curtains drawn , To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN . O dawn , at last , long look't for Day ! Take thine own wings , & come away . Lo , where Aloft it comes ! It comes , Among The Conduct of Adoring SPIRITS , that throng Like diligent Bees , And swarm about it . O they are wise ; And know what SWEETES are suck't from out it . It is the Hiue , By which they thriue , Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes . Lo where it comes , vpon The snowy DOVE's Soft Back ; And brings a Bosom big with Loues . WELCOME to our dark world , Thou Womb of Day ! Vnfold thy fair Conceptions ; And display The Birth of our Bright Ioyes . O thou compacted Body of Blessings : spirit of Soules extracted ! O dissipate thy spicy Powres ( Clowd of condensed sweets ) & break vpon vs In balmy showrs ; O fill our senses , And take from vs All force of so Prophane a Fallacy To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee . Fair , flowry Name ; In none but Thee And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy , Hourly there meetes An vniuersall SYNOD of All sweets ; By whom it is defined Thus That no Perfume For euer shall presume To passe for Odoriferous , But such alone whose sacred Pedigree Can proue it Self some kin ( sweet name ) to Thee . SWEET NAME , in Thy each Syllable A Thousand Blest ARABIAS dwell ; A Thousand Hills of Frankincense ; Mountains of myrrh , & Beds of species , And ten Thousand PARADISES The soul that tasts thee takes from thence How many vnknown WORLDS there are Of Comforts , which Thou hast in keeping ! How many Thousand Mercyes there In Pitty 's soft lap ly a sleeping ! Happy he who has the art To awake them , And to take them Home , & lodge them in his HEART . O that it were as it was wont to be ! When thy old Freinds of Fire , All full of Thee , Fought against Frowns with smiles ; gaue Glorious chase To Persecutions ; And against the Face Of DEATH & feircest Dangers , durst with Braue And sober pace march on to meet A GRAVE . On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore thee And to the Teeth of Hell stood vp to teach thee , In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee , Where Rackes & Torments striu'd , in vain , to reach thee . Little , alas , thought They Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds , Their Fury but made way For Thee ; And seru'd them in Thy glorious ends What did Their weapons but with wider pores Inlarge thy flaming-brested Louers More freely to transpire That impatient Fire The Heart that hides Thee hardly couers . What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores For Thee : Fair , purple Doores , of loue's deuising ; The Ruby windowes which inrich't the EAST Of Thy so oft repeated Rising . Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning ; And reinthron'd thee in thy Rosy Nest , With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning , It was the witt of loue óreflowd the Bounds Of WRATH , & made thee way through All Those WOVNDS . Wellcome dear , All-Adored Name ! For sure there is no Knee That knowes not THEE . Or if there be such sonns of shame , Alas what will they doe When stubborn Rocks shall bow And Hills hang down their Heaun-saluting Heads To seek for humble Beds Of Dust , where in the Bashfull shades of night Next to their own low NOTHING they may ly , And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty . They that by Loue's mild Dictate now Will not Adore thee , Shall Then with Iust Confusion , bow And break before thee IN THE HOLY NATIVITY OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE SHEPHEARDS . Ton Createur te faict voir sa naissance , Daignant souffrir pour toy des son enfance . Quem vidistis Pastores ? &c. Natum vidimus &c. THE HYMN . CHORVS . COme we shepheards whose blest Sight Hath mett loue's Noon in Nature's night ; Come lift we vp our loftyer Song And wake the SVN that lyes too long . To All our world of well-stoln joy He slept ; and dream't of no such thing . While we found out Heaun's fairer ey And Kis't the Cradle of our KING . Tell him He rises now , too late To show vs ought worth looking at . Tell him we now can show Him more Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight ; Then he Himselfe e're saw before ; Which to be seen needes not His light . Tell him , Tityrus , where th'hast been Tell him , Thysis , what th-hast seen . Tityrus . Gloomy night embrac't the Place Where The Noble Infant lay . The BABE look't vp & shew'd his Face ; In spite of Darknes , it was DAY . It was THY day , SWEET ! & did rise Not from the EAST , but from thine EYES . Chorus . It was THY day , Sweet Thyrs . WINTER chidde Aloud ; & sent The angry North to wage his warres . The North forgott his feirce Intent ; And left perfumes in stead of scarres . By those sweet eye's persuasiue powrs Where he mean't frost , he scatter'd flowrs . Chorus By those sweet eyes . Both . We saw thee in thy baulmy Nest , Young dawn of our aeternall DAY ! We saw thine eyes break from their EAT● And chase the trembling shades away . We saw thee ; & we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light . Tity . Poor WORLD ( said I ) what wilt thou doe To entertain this starry STRANGER ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold , and not too cleanly , manger ? Contend , the powres of heau'n & earth . To fittà bed for this huge birthe . Cho. Contend the powers Thyt . Proud world , said I ; cease your contest And let the MIGHTY BABE alone . The Phaenix builds the Phaenix'nest . Lov's architecture is his own . The BABE whose birth embraues this morn . Made his own bed e're he was born . Cho. The BABE whose . Tir. I saw the curl'd drops , soft & slow , Come houering o're the place's head ; Offring their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair INFANT's bed Forbear , said I ; be not too bold . Your fleece is white But t' is too cold Cho. Forbear , sayd I Thyr. I saw the obsequious SERAPHIMS Their rosy fleece of fire bestow . For well they now can spare their wing . Since HEAVN it self lyes here below . Well done , said I : but are you sure Your down so warm , will passe for pure ? Cho. Well done sayd I Tit. No no . your KING 's not yet to seeke Where to repose his Royall HEAD See see , how soon his new-bloom'd CHEEK Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed . Sweet choise , said we ! no way but so Not to ly cold , yet slep in snow . Cho. Sweet choise , said we . Both . We saw thee in thy baulmy nest , Bright dawn of our aeternall Day ! We saw thine eyes break from thir EAST And chase the trembling shades away . We saw thee : & we blest the sight . We saw thee , by thine own sweet light . Cho. We saw thee , &c. FVLL CHORVS . Wellcome , all WONDERS in one sight ! Aeternity shutt in a span . Sommer in Winter . Day in Night . Heauen in earth , & GOD in MAN . Great little one ! whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to heauen , stoopes heau'n to earth . WELLCOME . Though nor to gold nor silk . To more then Caesar's birth right is ; Two sister-seas of Virgin-Milk , With many a rarely-temper'd kisse That brearhes at once both MAID & MOTHER , Warmes in the one , cooles in the other . WELCOME , though not to those gay flyes . Guilded i th' Beames of earthly kings ; Slippery soules in smiling eyes ; But to poor Shepheards , home-spun things : Whose Wealth 's their flock ; whose witt , to be Well read in their simplicity . Yet when young April's husband showrs Shall blesse the fruitfull Maja's bed We 'l bring the First-born of her flowrs To kisse thy FEET & crown thy HEAD . To thee , dread lamb ! whose loue must keep The shepheards , more then they the sheep . To THEE , meek Majesty ! soft KING Of simple GRACES & sweet LOVES . Each of vs his lamb will bring Each his pair of sylver Doues ; Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes , Our selues become our own best SACRIFICE . NEW YEAR'S DAY . RIse , thou best & brightest morning ! Rosy with a double Red ; With thine own blush thy cheeks adorning And the dear drops this day were shed . All the purple pride that laces The crimson curtains of thy bed , Guilds thee not with so sweet graces Nor setts thee in so rich a red . Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee None so fair thy bosom strowes , As this modest maiden lilly Our sins haue sham'd into a rose Bid thy golden GOD , the Sun , Burnisht in his best beames rise , Put all his red-ey'd Rubies on ; These Rubies shall putt out their eyes . Let him make poor the purple east , Search what the world 's close cabinets keep , Rob the rich births of each bright nest That flaming in their fair beds sleep , Let him embraue his own bright tresses With a new morning made of gemmes , And wear , in those his wealthy dresses , Another Day of Diadems . When he hath done all he may To make himselfe rich in his rise , All ▪ will be darknes to the Day That breakes from one of these bright eyes . And soon this sweet truth shall appear Dear BABE , ere many dayes be done , The morn shall come to meet thee here , And leaue her own neglected Sun . Here are Beautyes shall bereaue him Of all his eastern Paramours . His Persian Louers all shall leaue him , And swear faith to thy sweeter Powres . IN THE GLORIOVS EPIPHANIE OF OVR LORD GOD , A HYMN . SVNG AS BY THE THREE KINGS ( 1. KINGE . ) BRight BABE ! Whose awfull beautyes make The morn incurr a sweet mistake ; ( 2. ) For whom the'officious heauns deuise To disinheritt the sun's rise , ( 3. ) Delicately to displace The Day , & plant it fairer in thy face ; [ 1. ] O thou born KING of loues , [ 2. ] Of lights , [ 3. ] Of ioyes ! ( Cho. ) Look vp , sweet BABE , look vp & see For loue of Thee Thus farr from home The EAST is come To seek her self in thy sweet Eyes ( 1. ) We , who strangely went astray , Lost in a bright Meridian night , ( 2. ) A Darkenes made of too much day , ( 3. ) Becken'd from farr By thy fair starr , Lo at last haue found our way . ( Cho. ) To THEE , thou DAY of night ! thou east of west ! Lo we at last haue found the way . To thee , the world 's great vniuersal east . The Generall & indifferent DAY . ( 1. ) All-circling point . All centring sphear . The world 's one , round , Aeternall year . ( 2. ) Whose full & all-vnwrinkled face Nor sinks nor swells with time or place ; ( 3. ) But euery where & euery while Is One Consistent solid smile ; ( 1. ) Not vext & tost ( 2. ) 'Twixt spring & frost , ( 3. ) Nor by alternate shredds of light Sordidly shifting hands with shades & night . ( Cho. ) O little all ! in thy embrace The world lyes warm , & likes his place . Nor does his full Globe fail to be Kist on Both his cheeks by Thee . Time is too narrow for thy YEAR Nor makes the whole WORLD thy half-spear . ( 1. ) To Thee , to Thee From him we flee ( 2. ) From HIM , whom by a more illustriously , The blindnes of the world did call the eye ; ( 3. ) To HIM , who by These mortall clouds hast made Thy self our sun , though thine own shade . ( 2. ) Farewell , the wold's false light . Farewell , the white Aegypt ! a long farewell to thee Bright IDOL ; black IDOLATRY . The dire face of inferior DARKNES , kis't And courted in the pompus mask of a more specious mist . ( 2. ) Farewell , farewell The proud & misplac't gates of hell , Pertch't , in the morning's way And double-guilded as the doores of DAY . The deep hypocrisy of DEATH & NIGHT More desperately dark , Because more bright . ( 3. ) Welcome , the world 's sure Way ▪ HEAVN's wholsom ray . ( Cho. ) Wellcome to vs ; and we ( SWEET ) to our selues , in THEE . ( 1. ) The deathles HEIR of all thy FATHER's day ▪ ( 2. ( Decently Born . Embosom'd in a much more Rosy MORN , The Blushes of thy All-vnblemish't mother . ( 3. ) No more that other Aurora shall sett ope Her ruby casements , or hereafter hope From mortall eyes To meet Religious welcomes at her rise . ( Cho. ) We ( Pretious ones ! ) in you haue won A gentler MORN , a iuster sun . ( 1. ) His superficiall Beames fun-burn't our skin ; ( 2. ) But left within ( 3. ) The night & winter still of death & sin . ( C●o . ) Thy softer yet more certaine DARTS Spare our eyes , but peirce our HARTS . ( 1. ) Therfore with HIS proud persian spoiles ( 2. ) We court thy more concerning smiles . ( 3. ) Therfore with his Disgrace We guild the humble cheek of this chast place , ( Cho. ) And at thy FEET powr forth his FACE . ( 1. ) The doating nations now no more Shall any day but THINE adore . ( 2. ) Nor ( much lesse ) shall they leaue these eyes For cheap Aegyptian Deityes . ( 3. ) In whatsoe're more Sacred shape Of Ram , He-goat , or reuerend ape , Those beauteous rauishers opprest so sore The too-hard-tempted nations . ( 1. ) Neuer more By wanton heyfer shall be worn . ( 2. ) A Garland , or a guilded horn . The altar-stall'd ox , fatt OSYRIS now With his fair sister cow , ( 3. ) Shall kick the clouds no more ; But lean & tame , ( Cho. ) See his horn'd face , & dy for shame . And MITHRA now shall be no name . ( 1. ) No longer shall the immodest lust Of Adulterous GODLES dust ( 2. ) Fly in the face of heau'n ; As if it were The poor world's Fault that he is fair . ( 3. ] Nor with peruerse loues & Religious RAPES Reuenge thy Bountyes in their beauteous shapes ; And punish Best Things worst ; Because they stood Guilty of being much for them too Good . [ 1. ] Proud sons of death ! that durst compell Heau'n it self to find them hell ; [ 2. ] And by strange witt of madnes wrest From this world's EAST the other's WEST . [ 3. ] All-Idolizing wormes ! that thus could crowd And vrge Their sun into thy cloud ; Forcing his sometimes eclips'd face to be A long deliquium to the light of thee . [ Cho. ] Alas with how much heauyer shade The shamefac't lamp hung down his head For that one eclipse he made Then all those he suffered ! [ 1. ] For this he look't so bigg ; & euery morn With a red face confes't this scorn . Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist Kept them from being so vnkindly kis't . [ 2. ] It was for this the day did rise So oft with blubber'd eyes . For this the euening wept ; and we ne're knew But call'd it deaw . [ 3. ] This dayly wrong Silenc't the morning-sons , & damp't their song [ Cho. ] Nor was 't our deafnes , but our sins , that thus Long made th'Harmonious orbes all mute to vs [ 2. ] Time has a day in store When this so proudly poor And self-oppressed spark , that has so long By the loue-sick , world bin made Not so much their sun as SHADE , Weary of this Glorious wrong From them & from himself shall flee For shelter to the shadow of thy TREE ; [ Cho. ] Proud to haue gain'd this pretious losse And chang'd his false crown for thy CROSSE . [ 2. ] That dark Day's clear doom shall define Whose is the Master FIRE , which sun should shine . That sable ludgment-seat shall by new lawes Decide & settle the Great cause Of controuerted light , [ Cho. ] And natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe thee Right . [ 3. ] That forfeiture of noon to night shall pay All the idolatrous thefts done by this night of day ; And the Great Penitent presse his own pale lipps With an elaborate loue-eclipse To which the low world's lawes Shall lend no cause [ Cho. ] Saue those domestick which he borrowes From our sins & his own sorrowes . [ 1. ] Three sad hour's sack cloth then shall show to vs His penance , as our fault , conspicuous . [ 2. ] And he more needfully & nobly proue The nation's terror now then erst their loue . [ 3. ] Their hated loues changd into wholsom feares , [ Cho. ] The shutting of his eye shall open Theirs . [ 2. ] As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day Miss-ledde before they lost their way , So shall they , by the seasonable fright Of an vnseasonable night , Loosing it once again , stumble'on true LIGHT [ 2. ] And as before his too-bright eye Was Their more blind idolatry , So his officious blindines now shall be Their black , but faithfull perspectiue of thee ; [ 3. ] His new prodigious night , Their new & admirable light ; The supernaturall DAWN of Thy pure day . While wondring they ( The happy conuerts now of him Whom they compell'd before to be their sin ) Shall henceforth see To kisse him only as their rod Whom they so long courted as GOD , [ Cho. ] And their best vse of him they worship't be To learn , of Him at lest , to worship Thee . [ 2. ] It was their Weaknes woo'd his beauty ; But it shall be Their wisdome now , as well as duty , To'injoy his Blott ; & as a large black letter Vse it to spell Thy beautyes better ; And make the night in self their rorch to thee . [ 2. ] By the oblique ambush of this close night Couch't in that conscious shade The right-ey'd Areopagite Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade And catche thy quick reflex ; and sharply see On this dark Grouud To dscant THEE . [ 3. ] O prize of the rich SPIRIT ! with that feirce chase Of this strong soul , shall he Leap at thy lofty FACE , And scize the swift Flash , in rebound From this ohsequious cloud ; Once call'd a sun ; Till dearly thus vndone , [ Cho. ] Till thus triumphantly tam'd ( o ye two Twinne SVNNES ! ) & taught now to negotiate you [ 1. ] Thus shall that reuerend child of light , [ 2. ] By being scholler first of that new night , Come forth Great master of the mystick day ; [ 3. ] And teach obscure MANKIND a more close way By the frugall negatine light Of a most wise & well-abused Night To read more legible thine originall Ray , [ Cho. ] And make our Darknes serue THY day ; Maintaining t'wixt thy world & ours A commerce of contrary powres , A mutuall trade 'Twixt sun & SHADE , By confederat BLACK & WHITE Borrowing day & lending night . [ 1. ] Thus we , who when with all the noble powres That ( at thy cost ) are call'd , not vainly , ours We vow to make braue way Vpwards , & presse on for , the pure intelligentiall Prey ; [ 2. ] At lest to play The amorous Spyes And peep & proffer at thy sparkling Throne ; [ 3. ] In stead of bringing in the blissfull PRIZE And fastening on Thine eyes , Forfeit our own And nothing gain But more Ambitious losse , at lest of brain ; [ Cho. ] Now by abased liddes shall learn to be Eagles ; and shutt our eyes that we may see . The Close . Therfore to THEE & thine Auspitious ray ( Dread sweet ! ) lo thus At lest by vs , The delegated EYE of DAY Does first his Scepter , then HIMSELF in solemne Tribute pay . Thus he vndresses His sacred vnshorn treses ; At thy adored FEET , thus , he layes down [ 1. ] His gorgeous tire Of flame & fire , [ 2. ] His glittering ROBE , [ 3. ] his sparkling CROWN , [ 3. ] His GOLD , [ 2. ] his MIRRH , [ 3. ] his FRANKINCENCE , [ Cho. ] To which He now has no pretence . For being show'd by this day's light , how farr He is from sun enough to make THY starr , His best ambition now , is but to be Somthing a brighter SHADOW [ sweet ] of thee . Or on heaun's azure forhead high to stand Thy golden index ; with a duteous Hand Pointing vs Home to our own sun The world's & his HYPERION . TO THE QVEEN'S MAIESTY . MADAME . Mongst those long rowes of cownes that guild your race . These Royall sages sue for decent place . The day-break of the nations ; their first ray ; When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY . And smil'd i' th' BABE's bright face . the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood ; Fair first-fruits of the LAMB . Sure KINGS in this ; They took a kingdom while they gaue a kisse . But the world's Homage , scarse in These well blown , We read in you ( Rare Queen ) ripe & full-grown . For from this day's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms , A Golden haruest of crown'd heads , that meet And crowd for kisses from the LAMB's white feet . In this Illustrious throng , your lofty floud Swells high , fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud ! With your bright head whose groues of scepters bend Their wealthy tops ; & for these feet contend . So swore the LAMB's dread sire . And so we see 't . Crownes , & the HEADS they kisse , must court these FEET . Fix here , fair Majesty ! May your Heart ne're misse To reap new CROWNES & KINGDOMS from that kisse . Nor may we misse the ioy to meet in you The aged honors of this day still new . May the great time , in you , still greater be While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY , While your each day's deuotion duly brings Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS . THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSSE Tradidit Semetipsum pro nobis oblationem , et hostiam . Deo in odorem Suauitatis . ad Ephe. 5 THE HOWRES FOR THE HOVR OF MATINES . The Versicle . LORD , by thy Sweet & Sauing SIGN , The Responsory . Defend us from our foes & Thine . ℣ . Thou shallt open my lippes , O LORD . ℟ . And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse . ℣ . O GOD make speed to saue me . ℟ . O LORD make hast to help me . GLORY be to the FATHER , and to the SON , and to the H. GHOST . As it was in the beginning , is now , & euer shall be , world without end . Amen . THE HYMN . THe wakefull Matines hast to sing , The vnknown sorrows of our king , The FATHER ' word & wisdom , made MAN , for man , by man's betraid ; The world's price sett to sale , & by the bold Merchants of Death & sin , is bought & sold . Of his Best Freinds ( yea of himself ) forsaken , By his worst foes ( because he would ) beseig'd & taken . The Antiphona . All hail , fair TREE . Whose Fruit we be . What song shall raise Thy seemly praise . Who broughtst to light Life out of death , Day out of night . The Versicle . Lo , we adore thee , Dread LAMB ! And bow thus low before thee ; The R●sponsor . 'Cause , by the couenant of thy CROSSE , Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick & dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . FOR THE HOVR OF PRIME . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN . The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . Glory be to . As it was in . THE HYMN . THe early PRIME blushes to say She could not rise so soon , as they Call'd Pilat vp ; to try if He Could lend them any cruelty . Their hands with lashes arm'd , their toungs with lyes . And loathsom spittle , blott those beauteous eyes , The blissfull springs of ioy ; from whose all-chearing Ray The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himfelfe drinks Day . The Antiphona . Victorious SIGN That now dost shine , Transcrib'd aboue Into the land of light & loue ; O let vs twine Our rootes with thine , That we may rise Vpon thy wings , & reach the skyes . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAME ! and fall Thus low before thee The Responsor . 'Cause by the Conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer . O Lrod IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing OOD ! interpofe , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick & dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . THE THIRD . The Versicle . Lord , by thy sweet & sauing SIGN The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be to . ℟ . As it was in the . THE HYMN . The Third hour's deafen'd with the cry Of crucify him , crucify . So goes the vote ( nor ask them , Why ? ) Liue Barabbas ! & let GOD dy . But there is witt in wrath , and they will try A HAIL more cruell them their crucify . For while in sport he weares a spitefull crown , The serious showres along his decent Face run sadly down . The Antiphona . CHRIST when he dy'd Deceiud the CROSSE ; And on death's side . Threw all the losse . The captiue world awak't , & found The prisoners loose , the Ialyor bound . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB , & fall thus low before thee The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole word's losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick and dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , vorld without end . Amen . THE SIXT . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN , The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be ℟ . As it was in THE HIMN . NOw is The noon of sorrow's night , High in his patience , as their spite . Lo the faint LAMB , with weary limb Beares that huge tree which must bear Him . That fatall plant , so great of fame For fruit of sorrow & of shame , Shall swell with both for HIM ; & mix All woes into one CRVCIFIX . Is tortur'd Thirst , it selfe , too sweet a cup ? GALL , & more bitter mocks , shall make it vp . Are NAILES blunt pens of superficiall smart ? Contempt & scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost Heart . The Antiphona . O deare & sweet Dispute 'Twixt death's & Loue 's farr different FRVIT ! Different as farr As antidotes & poysons are . By that first fatall TREE Both life & liberty Were soldand slain ; By this they both look vp , & liue again . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB ! & bow thus low before thee ; The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE . Thou'hast sau'd the world from certain losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick & dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . THE NINTH . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN . The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . Glory be to . As it was in . THE HYMN . THe ninth with awfull horror hearkened to those groanes Which taught attention eu'n to rocks & stones . Hear , FATHER , hear ! thy LAMB ( at last ) complaines . Of some more painfull thing then all his paines . Then bowes his all-obedient head , & dyes His own lou's , & our sin 's GREAT SACRIFICE . The sun saw That ; And would haue seen no more The center shook . Her vselesse veil th' in glorious Temple tore , The Antiphona . O strange mysterious strife Of open DEATH & hidden LIFE ! When on the crosse my king did bleed , LIFE seem'd to dy , DEATH dy'd indeed . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Deard LAMB ! and fall thus low before thee The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole word's losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick and dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . EVENSONG . The Versicle . Lord , by thy sweet & sauing SIGN The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be to . ℟ . As it was in the . THE HYMN . BVt there were Rocks would nor relent at This . Lo , for their own hearts , they rend his . Their deadly hate liues still ; & hath A wild reserue of wanton wrath ; Superfluous SPEAR ! But there 's à HEART stands by Will look no wounds be lost , no deaths shall dy . Gather now thy Greif's ripe FRVIT . Great mother-maid ! Then sitt thee down , & sing thine Eu'niong in the sad TREE's shade . The Antiphona . O sad , sweet TREE ! Wofull & ioyfull we Both weep & sing in shade of thee . When the dear NAILES did lock And graft into thy gracious Stock The hope ; the health , The worth , the wealth Of all the ransom'd WORLD , thou hadst the power ( In that propitious Hour ) To poise each pretious limb , And proue how light the World was , when it weighd with HIM . Wide maist thou spred Thine Armes ; And with thy bright & blisfull head O'relook all Libanus . Thy lofty crown The king himself is ; Thou his humble THRONS . Where yeilding & yet conquering he Prou'd a new path of patient Victory . When wondring death by death was slain , And our Captiuity his Captiue ta'ne . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB ! & bow thus low before thee ; The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE . Thou'hast sau'd the world from certain losse . The Prayer . O lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing , &c. 42. COMPLINE . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN , The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be ℟ . As it was in THE HIMN . THe Complin hour comes last , to call Vs to our own LIVE's funerall . Ah hartlesse task ! yet hope takes head ; And liues in Him that here lyes dead . Run , MARY , run ! Bring hither all the BLEST ARABIA , for thy Royall Phoenix'nest ; Pour on thy noblest sweets , Which , when they touch . This sweeter BODY , shall indeed be such . But must thy bed , lord , be a borow'd graue Who lend'st to all things All the LIFE they haue . O rather vse this HEART . thus farr a fitter STONE , 'Cause , though a hard & cold one , yet it is thine owne . Amen . The Antiphona . O saue vs then Mercyfull KING of men ! Since thou wouldst needs be thus A SAVIOVR , & at such à rate , for vs ; Saue vs , o saue vs , lord . We now will own no shorter wish , nor name a narrower word . Thy blood bids vs be bold . Thy Wounds giue vs fair hold . Thy Sorrows chide our shame . Thy Crosse , thy Nature , & thy name Aduance our claim And cry with one accord Saue them , o saue them , lord . EXPOSTVLATIO IESV XPI . Christi CVM VNDO INGRAT● SVM pulcher : at nemo tamen me diligit . Sum nobilis : nemo est mihi qui seruiat : Sum diues : a me nemo quicquam postulat . Et cuncta possum : nemo me tamen tinet . Aeternus exs● : quaeror a paucissinus . Prudensque sum : sed me quis est qui consulit ? Et sum via : at per me quotusquisque ambulat ? Sum veritas : quare mihi non creditur ? Sum vita : verum rarus est qui me petit . Sum vera lux : videre me neme cupit . Sum misericors : nullus fidem in me collocat . TV , si poris , non id mihi imputes , Homo : Salus ●ibi est a me parata : hac vtere . 〈…〉 ●●cud . THE RECOMMENDATION . These Houres , & that which houer's o're my END , Into thy hands , and hart , lord , I , commend . Take Both to Thine Account , that I & mine In that Hour , & in these , may be all thine . That as I dedicate my deuoutest BREATH To make a kind of LIFE for my lord's DEATH , So from his liuing , & life-giuing DEATH , My dying LIFE may draw a new , & neuer fleeting BREATH VPON THE H. SEPVLCHER . Here where our LORD once lay'd his Head , Now the graue lyes Buryed . VEXILLA REGIS , THE HYMN OF THE HOLY CROSSE . I. LOok vp , languisting Soul ! Lo where the fair BADG of thy faith calls back thy care , And biddes thee ne're forget Thy life is one long Debt Of loue to Him , who on this painfull TREE Paid back the flesh he took for thee . II. Lo , how the streames of life , from that full nest Of loues , thy lord 's too liberall brest , Flow in an amorous floud Of WATER wedding BLOOD . With these he wash't thy stain , transfer'd thy smart , And took it home to his own heart . III. But though great LOVE , greedy of such sad gain Vsurp't the Portion of THY pain , And from the nailes & spear Turn'd the steel point of fear , Their vse is chang'd , not lost ; and now they moue , Not stings of warth , but wounds of loue . IV. Tall TREE of life ! thy truth makes goo What was till now ne're vnderstood , Though the prophetick king Struck lowd his faithfull string . It was thy wood he meant should make the TRHONE For a more then SALOMON . V. Larg throne of loue ! Royally spred With purple of too Rich a red . Thy crime is too much duty ; Thy Burthen , too much beauty ; Glorious , or Greiuous more ? thus to make good Thy costly excellence with thy KING 's own BLOOD . VI . Euen ballance of both worlds ! our world of sin . And that of grace heaun way'd in HIM , Vs with our price thou weighed'st ; Our price for vs thou payed'st ; Soon as the right-hand scale reioyc't to proue How much Death weigh'd more light then loue . VII . Hail , our alone hope ! let thy fair head shoot Aloft ; and fill the nations with thy noble fruit . The while our hearts & we Thus graft our selues on thee ; Grow thou & they . And be thy fair increase The sinner's pardon & the iust man's peace . Liue , o for euer liue & reign The LAMB whom his own loue hath slain ! And let thy lost sheep liue to'inherit That KINGDOM which this CROSSE did merit . AMEN . TO OVR B. LORD VPON THE CHOISE OF HIS Sepulcher . How life & death in Thee Agree ! Thou hadst a virgin womb , And tomb . A IOSEPH did betroth Them both . CHARITAS NIMIA . OR THE DEAR BARGAIN . LOrd , what is man ? why should he coste thee So dear ? what had his ruin lost thee ? Lord what is man ? that thou hast ouerbought So much a thing of nought ? Loue is too kind , I see ; & can Make but à simple merchant man . 'T was for such sorry merchandise . Bold Painters haue putt out his Eyes . Alas , sweet lord , what wer 't to thee If there were no such wormes as we ? Heau'n ne're the lesse still heaun would be , Should Mankind dwell In the deep hell . What haue his woes to doe with thee ? Let him goe weep O're his own wounds ; SERAPHIMS will not sleep Nor spheares let fall their faithfull rounds . Still would The youthfull SPIRITS sing ; And still thy spatious Palace ring . Still would those beauteous ministers of light Burn all as bright , And bow their flaming heads before thee Still thrones & Dominations would adore thee Still would those euer wakefull sons of fire Keep warm thy prayse Both nights & dayes , And teach thy lou'd name to their noble lyre . Let froward Dust then doe it 's kind ; And giue it self for sport to the proud wind . Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares In the Aeternity of thy old cares ? Why shouldst you bow thy awfull Brest to see What mine own madnesses haue done with me ? Should not the king still keepe his throne Because some desperate Fool 's vndone ? Or will the world's Illustrious eyes Weep for euery worm that dyes ; Will the gallant sun E're the lesse glorious run ? Will he hang down his golden head Or e're the sooner seek his western bed , Because some foolish fly Growes wanton , & will dy ? If I were lost in misery , What was it to thy heaun & thee ? What was it to thy pretious blood If my foul Heart call'd for a floud ? What if my faithlesse soul & I Would needs fall in With guilt & sin , What did the Lamb , that he should dy ? What did the lamb , that he should need ? When the wolf sins , himself to bleed ? If my base lust , Bargain'd with Death & well-beseeming dust Why should the white Lamb's bosom write The purple name Of my sin's shame ? Why should his vnstaind brest make good My blushes with his own heart-blood ? O my SAVIOVR , make me see How dearly thou hast payd for me That lost again my LIFE may proue As then in DEATH , so now in loue . SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM OR THE MOTHER OF SORROWS . A Patheticall descant vpon the deuout Plainsong OF STABAT MATER DOLOROSA . SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM . I. IN shade of death's sad TREE Stood Dolefull SHEE . Ah SHE ! now by none other Name to be known , alas , but SORROW's NOTHER ▪ Before her eyes Her's , & the whole world's ioyes , Hanging all torn she sees ; and in his woes And Paines , her Pangs & throes . Each wound of His , from euery Part , All , more at home in her one heart . II What kind of marble than Is that cold man Who can look on & see , Nor keep such noble sorrowes company ? Sure eu'en from you ( My Flints ) some drops are due To see so many vnkind swords contest So fast for one soft Brest . While with a faithfull , mutuall , floud Her eyes bleed TEARES , his wounds weep BLOOD . III. O costly intercourse Of deaths , & worse Diuided loues . While son & mother Discourse alternate wounds to one another ; Quick Deaths that grow And gather , as they come & goe : His Nailes write swords in her , which soon her heart Payes back , with more then their own smart Her SWORDS , still growingt with his pain , Turn SPEARES , & straight come home again IV. She sees her son , her GOD , Bow with à load Of borrowd sins ; And swimme In woes that were not made for Him . Ah hard command Of loue ! Here must she stand Charg'd to look on , & with à stedfast ey See her life dy : Leauing her only so much Breath As serues to keep aliue her death . V. O Mother turtle-doue ! Soft sourse of loue That these dry lidds might borrow Somthing from thy full Seas of sorrow ! O in that brest Of thine ( the nobest nest Both of loue's fires & flouds ) might I recline This hard , cold , Heart of mine ! The chill lump would relent , & proue Soft subject for the seige of loue . VI . O teach those wounds to bleed In me ; me , so to read This book of loues , thus writ In lines of death , my life may coppy it With loyall cares . O let me , here , claim shares ; Yeild somthing in thy sad praerogatiue ( Great Queen of greifes ) & giue Me too my teares ; who , though all stone , Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone . VII . Yea let my life & me Fix here with thee , And at the Humble foot Of this fair TREE take our etertall root . That so we may At least be in loues way ; And in these chast warres while the wing'd wounds flee So fast'twixt him & thee , My brest may catch the kisse of some kind dart , Though as at second hand , from either heart . VIII . O you , your own best Darts Dear , dolefull hearts ! Hail ; & strike home & make me see That wounded bosomes their own weapons be . Come wounds ! come darts ! Nail'd hands ! & peirced hearts ! Come your whole selues , sorrow's great son & mother ! Nor grudge à vonger-Brother Of greifes his portion , who ( had all their due ) One single wound should not haue left for you . IX . Shall I , sett there So deep a share ( Dear wounds ) & onely now In sorrows draw no Diuidend with you ? O be more wise Is not more soft , mine eyes ! Flow , tardy founts ! & into decent showres Dissolue my Dayes & Howres . And if thou yet ( faint soul ! ) deferr To bleed with him , fail not to weep with her . X. Rich Queen , lend some releife ; At least an almes of greif To'a heart who by sad right of sin Could proue the whole sūme ( too sure ) due to him . By all those stings Of loue , sweet bitter things , Which these torn hands transcrib'd on thy true heart O teach mine too the art To study him so , till we mix Wounds ; and become one crucifix . XI . O let me suck the wine So long of this chast vine Till drunk of the dear wounds , I be A lost Thing to the world , , as it to me . O faithfull freind Of me & of my end ! Fold vp my life in loue ; and lay 't beneath My dear lord's vitall death . Lo , heart , thy hope 's whole Plea ! Her pretious Breath Powr'd out in prayrs for thee ; thy lord 's in death . VPON THE BLEEDING CRVCIFIX A SONG . I. IEsu , no more ! It is full tide ▪ From thy head & from thy feet , From thy hands & from thy side All the purple Riuers meet . II. What need thy fair head bear a part In showres , as if thine eyes had none ? What need They help to drown thy heart , That striues in torrents of it's own ? III. Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe For vs & our eternall good . As they were euer wont . What though ? They swimme . Alas , in their own floud . IV. Thy hands to giue , thou canst not lift ; Yet will thy hand still giuing be . It giues but ô , it self 's the gift . It giues though bound ; though bound'tis free . V. But ô thy side , thy deep-digg'd side ! That hath a double Nilus going . Nor euer was the pharian tide Half so fruitfull , half so flowing . VI . No hair so small , but payes his riuer To this red sea of thy blood Their little channells can deliuer Somthing to the Generall floud . VII . But while I speak , whither are run All the riuers nam'd before ? I counted wrong . There is but one ; But ô that one is one all ore . VIII . Rain-swoln riuers may rise proud , Bent all to drown & ouerflow . But when indeed all 's ouerflow'd They themselues are drowned too . IX . This thy blood's deluge , a dire chance Dear LORD to thee , to vs is found A deluge of Deliuerance ; A deluge least we should be drown'd N'ere wast thou in a sense so sadly true , The WELL of liuing WATERS , Lord , till now . VPON THE CROWNE OF THORNS TAKEN DOWNE From the head of our Bl. LORD , all Bloody . KNow'st thou This , Souldier ? 'T is à much-chang'd plant which yet . Thy selfe didst sett . O who so hard a Husbandman did euer find ; A soile so kind ? Is not the soile a kind one , which returnes Roses for Thrones ? VPON THE BODY OF OVR BL. LORD , NAKED AND BLOODY . THey ' haue left thee naked , LORD , O that they had ! This garment too I would they had deny'd . Thee with thy self they haue too richly clad ; Opening the purple wardrobe in thy side . O neuer could there be garment too good ▪ For thee to wear , But this , of thine own Blood . THE HYMN OF SANITE THOMAS IN ADORATION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT . Ecce panis angelorū ADORO TE WIth all the powres my poor Heart hath Of humble loue & loyall Faith , Thus lowe ( my hidden life ! ) I bow to thee Whom too much loue hath bow'd more low for me . Down down , proud sense ! Discourses dy . Keep close , my soul 's inquiring ey ! Nor touch nor tast must look for more But each sitt still in his own Dore . Your ports are all superfluous here , Saue That which lets in faith , the eare . Faith is my skill . Faith can beleiue As fast as loue new lawes can giue . Faith is my force . Faith strength affords To keep pace with those powrfull words . And words more sure , more sweet , then they Loue could not think , truth could not say . O let thy wretch find that releife Thou didst afford the faithfull theife . Plead for me , loue ! Alleage & show That faith has farther , here , to goe And lesse to lean on . Because than Though hidd as GOD , wounds writt thee man , Thomas might touch ; None but might see At least the suffring side of thee ; And that too was thy self which thee did couer , But here eu'n That 's hid too which hides the other . Sweet , consider then , that I Though allow'd not hand nor eye To reach at thy lou'd Face ; nor can Tast thee GOD , or touch thee MAN Both yet beleiue ; And wittnesse thee My LORD too & my GOD , as lowd as He. Help , lord , my Hope increase ; And fill my portion in thy peace . Giue loue for life ; nor let my dayes Grow , but in new powres to thy name & praise . O dear memoriall of that Death Which liues still , & allowes vs breath ! Rich , Royall food ! Bountyfull BREAD ! Whose vse denyes vs to the dead ; Whose vitall gust alone can giue The same leaue both to eat & liue ; Liue euer Bread of loues , & be My life , my soul , my surer selfe to mee . O soft self-wounding Pelican ! Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man . Ah this way bend thy benign floud To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood . That blood , whose least drops soueraign be To wash my worlds of sins from me . Come loue ! Come LORD ! & that long day For which I languish , come away . When this dry soul those eyes shall see , And drink the vnseal'd sourse of thee . When Glory's sun faith's shades shall chase , And for thy veil giue me thy FACE . AMEN . LAVDA SION SALVATOREM . THE HYMN . FOR THE BL . SACRAMENT . I. RIse , Royall SION ! rise & sing Thy soul's kind shepheard , thy hart 's KING ▪ Stretch all thy powres ; call if you can Harpes of heaun to hands of man . This soueraign subject sitts aboue The best ambition of thy loue . II. Lo the BREAD of LIEE , this day 's Triumphant Text , prouokes thy prayse . The liuing & life-giuing bread , To the great twelue distributed When LIFE , himself , at point to dy Of loue , was his own LEGACY . III. Come , loue ! & let vs work a song Lowd & pleasant , sweet & long ; Let lippes & Hearts lift high the noise Of so iust & solemn ioyes , Which on his white browes this bright day Shall hence for euer bear away . IV. Lo the new LAW of a new LORD . With a new Lamb blesses the Board . The aged Pascha pleads not yeares But spyes loue's dawn , & disappeares . Types yeild to TRVTHES ; shades shrink away ; And their NIGHT dyes into our Day . V. But lest THAT dy too , we are bid . Euer to doe what he once did . And by à mindfull , mystick breath That we may liue , reuiue his DEATH ▪ With a well-bles't bread & wine . Transsum'd , & taught to turn diuine . VI . The Heaun-instructed house of FAITH Here a holy Dictate hath That they but lend their Form & face , Themselues with reuerence leaue their place Nature , & name , to be made good . By'a nobler Bread , more needfull BLOOD . VII . Where nature's lawes no leaue will giue , Bold FAITH takes heart , & dares beleiue In different species , name not things Himself to me my SAVIOVR brings , As meat in That , as Drink in this ; But still in Both one CHRIST he is . VIII . The Receiuing Mouth here makes Non wound nor breach in what he takes . Let one , or one THOVSAND be Here Diuiders , single he Beares home no lesse , all they no more , Nor leaue they both lesse then before . IX . Though in it self this SOVERAIN FEAST Be all the same to euery Guest , Yet on the same ( life-meaning ) Bread The child of Death eates himself Dead . Nor is 't loue's fault , but sin's dire skill That thus from LIFE can DEATH distill . X. When the blest signes thou broke shall see , Hold but thy Faith intire as he Who , howsoe're clad , cannot come Lesse then whole CHRIST in euery crumme . In broken formes à stable FAITH Vntouch't her pretious TOTALL hath . XI . Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men ! The children's BREAD ; the Bridegroom's WINE . Not to be cast to dogges , or swine . XII . Lo , the full , finall , SACRIEICE On which all figures fix't their eyes . The ransom'd ISACK , & his ramme ; The MANNA , & the PASCHAL Lamb . XIII . IESV MASTER , Iust & true ! Our FOOD , & faithfull SHEPHARD too ? O by thy self vouchsafe to keep , As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP . XIV . O let that loue which thus makes thee Mix with our low Mortality , Lift our lean Soules , & sett vs vp Convictors of thine own full cup , Coheirs of SAINTS . That so all may Drink the same wine ; and the same WAY . Nor chang the PASTVRE , but the PLACE ; To feed of THEE in thine own FACE . AMEN . DIES IRAE DIES ILLA . THE HYMN . OF THE CHVRCH , IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF IVDGMENT . I. HEars't thou , my soul , with serious things Both the Psalm and sybyll sings Of a sure iudge , from whose sharp Ray The world in flames shall fly away . II. O that fire ! before whose face Heaun & earth shall find no place . O those eyes ! whose angry light Must be the day of that dread Night . III. O that trump ! whose blast shall rnn An euen round with the circling Sun . And vrge the murmuring graues to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his king . IV. Horror of nature , hell & Death ! When a deep Groan from beneath Shall cry we come , we come & all The caues of night answer one call V. O that Book ! whose leaues so bright Will sett the world in seuere light . O that Iudge ! whose hand , whose eye None can indure ; yet none can fly VI . Ah then , poor soul , what wilt thou say ? And to what Patron chuse to pray ? When starres themselues shall stagger ; and The most firm foot no more then stand . VII . But thou giu'st leaue ( dread Lord ) that we Take shelter from thy self , in thee ; And with the wings of thine own doue Fly to thy scepter of soft loue . VIII . Dear , remember in that Day Who was the cause thou cams't this way . Thy sheep was stray'd ; And thou wouldst be Euen lost thy self in seeking me . IX . Shall all that labour , all that cost Of loue , and eu'n that losse , be lost ? And this lou'd soul , iudg'd worth no lesse Then all that way , and wearynesse ? X. Iust mercy then , thy Reckning be With my price , & not with me 'T was pay'd at first with too much pain , To be pay'd twice ; or once , in vain . XI . Mercy ( my iudge ) mercy I cry With blushing Cheek & bleeding ey , The conscious colors of my sin Are red without & pale within . XII . O let thine own soft bowells pay Thy self ; And so discharge that day . If sin can sigh , loue can forgiue . O say the word my Soul shall liue . XIII . Those mercyes which thy MARY found Or who thy crosse confes't & crown'd , Hope tells my heart , the same loues be Still aliue ; and still for me . XIV . Though both my Prayres & teares combine , Both worthlesse are ; For they are mine . But thou thy bounteous self still be ; And show thou art , by sauing me . XV . O when thy last Frown shall proclaim The flocks of goates to folds of flame , And all thy lost sheep found shall be , Let come ye blessed then call me . XVI . When the dread ITE shall diuide Those Limbs of death from thy left side , Let those life-speaking lipps command That I inheritt thy right hand . XVII . O hear a suppliant heart ; all crush't And crumbled into contrite dust . My hope , my fear ! my Iudge , my Friend ! Take charge of me , & of my END . S. MARIA MAIOR . Dilecius meus mihi et ego illi ▪ qui pascitur inter lilia . 〈…〉 . THE HIMN O GLORIOSA DOMINA . HAil , most high , most humble one ! Aboue the world ; below thy SON Whose blush the moon beauteously marres And staines the timerous light of stares . He that made all things , had not done Till he had made Himself thy son The whole world's host would be thy guest And board himself at thy rich BREST . O boundles Hospitality ! The FEAST of all thing feeds on the . The first Eue , mother of our FALL , E're she bore any one , slew all . Of Her vnkind gift might we haue The inheritance of a hasty GRAVE ; Quick burye'd in the wanton TOMB Of one forbidden bitt ; Had not à Better FRVIT forbidden it . Had not thy healthfull womb The world's new eastern window bin And giuen vs heau'n again , in giuing HIM . Thine was the Rosy DAWN that sprung the Day Which renders all the starres she stole away . Let then the Aged world be wise , & all Proue nobly , here , vnnaturall . 'T is gratitude to forgett that other And call the maiden Eue their morher . Yee redeem'd Nations farr & near , Applaud your happy selues in her , ( All you to whom this loue belongs ) And keep 't aliue with lasting songs . Let hearts & lippes speak lowd ; and say Hail , door of life : & sourse of day ! The door was shutt , the fountain seal'd ; Yet LIGHT was seen & LIFE reueald . The fountain seald , yet life found way . Glory to thee , great virgin's son In bosom of thy FATHER's blisse . The same to thee , sweet SPIRIT be done ; As euer shall be , was , & is . AMEN . IN THE GLORIOVS ASSVMPTION OF OVR BLESSED LADY . THE HYMN . HArk ! she is call'd , the parting houre is come Take thy Farewell , poor world ! heaun must goe home . A peice of heau'nly earth ; Purer & brighter Then the chast starres , whose choise lamps come to light her While through the crystall orbes , clearer then they She climbes ; and makes afarre more milkey way . She 's calld . Hark , how the dear immortall doue Sighes to his syluer mate rise vp , my loue ! Rise vp , my fair , my spottlesse one ! The winter's past , the rain is gone . The spring is come , the flowrs appear No sweets , but thou , are wanting here . Come away , my loue ! Come away , my doue ! cast off delay , The court of heau'n is come To wait vpon thee home ; Come come away ! The flowrs appear . Or quickly would , wert thou once here The spring is come , or if it stay , 'T is to keep time with thy delay . The rain is gone , except so much as we Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee . The winter's past . or if he make lesse hast , His answer is , why she does so . If sommer come not , how can winter goe . Come away , come away . The shrill winds chide , the waters weep thy stay ; The fountains murmur ; & each lofty est three . Bowes low'st his heauy top , to look for thee . Come away , my loue . Come away , my doue &c. She 's call'd again . And will she goe ? When heaun bidds come , who can say no ? Heaun calls her , & she must away . Heaun will not , & she cannot stay . GOE then ; goe GLORIOVS . On the golden wings Of the bright youth of heaun , that sings Vnder so sweet a Burthen . Goe , Since thy dread son will haue it so . And while thou goest , our song & we Will , as we may , reach after thee . HAIL , holy Queen of humble hearts ! We in thy prayse will haue our parts . Thy pretious name shall be . Thy self to vs ; & we With holy care will keep it by vs . We to the last Will hold it fast And no ASSVMPTION shall deny vs . All the sweetest showres Of our fairest flowres Will we strow vpon it . Though our sweets cannot make It sweeter , they can take Themselues new sweetnes from it . MARIA , men & Angels sing MARIA , mother of our KING . LIVE , rosy princesse , LIVE . And may the bright Crown of a most incomparable light Embrace thy radiant browes . O may the best Of euerlasting ioyes bath thy white brest . LIVE , our chast loue , the holy mirth Of heaun ; the humble pride of earth . Liue , ctown of woemen ; Queen of men . Liue mistresse of our song . And when Our weak desires haue done their brest , Sweet Angels come , and sing the rest . SANITE MARY MAGDALENE OR THE WEEPER . Loe where à WOVNDED HEART with Bleeding EYES conspire . Is she a FLAMING Fountain , or a Weeping fire ! THE WEEPER . I. HAil , sister springs ! Parents of syluer-footed rills ! Euer bubling things ! Thawing crystall ! snowy hills , Still spending , neuer spent ! I mean Thy fair eyes , sweet MAGDALENE ! II. Heauens thy fair eyes be ; Heauens of euer-falling starres . 'T is seed-time still with thee And starres thou sow'st , whose haruest dares Promise the earth to counter shine Whateuer makes heaun's forhead fine . III. But we' are deceiued all . Starres indeed they are too true ; For they but seem to fall , As Heaun's other spangles doe . It is not for our earth & vs To shine in Things so pretious . IV. Vpwards thou dost weep . Heaun's bosome drinks the gentle stream . Where th'milky riuers creep , Thine floates aboue ; & is the cream . Waters aboue th'Heauns , what they be We' are taught best by thy TEARES & thee . V. Euery morn from hence A brisk Cherub somthing sippes Whose sacred influence Addes sweetnes to his sweetest Lippes . Then to his musick . And his song Tasts of this Breakfast all day long . VI . Not in the euening 's eyes When they Red with weeping are For the Sun that dyes , Sitts sorrow with a face so fair , No where but here did euer meet Sweetnesse so sad , sadnesse so sweet . VII . When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty ( For she is a Queen ) Then is she drest by none but thee . Then , & only then , she weares Her proudest pearles ; I mean , thy TEARES . VIII . The deaw no more will weep The prim rose's pale cheek to deck , The deaw no more will sleep Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck ; Much reather would it be thy TEAR . And leaue them Both to tremble here . IX . There 's no need at all That the balsom-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable teares ; for now Nature hath learn't tos'extract a deaw More soueraign & sweet from you . X. Yet let the poore drops weep ( weeping is the ease of woe ) Softly let them creep , Sad that they , are vanquish't so . They , though to others no releife , balsom maybe , for their own greife . XI . Such the maiden gemme By the purpling vine put on , Peeps from her parent stemme And blushes at the bridegroomes sun . This watry Blossom of thy eyn , Ripe , will make the richer wine . XII . When some new bright Guest Takes vp among the starres a room , And Heaun will make a feast , Angels with crystall violls come And deaw from these full eyes of thine Their master's Water : their own Wine . XIII . Golden though he be , Golden Tagus murmures tho ; Were his way by thee , Content & quiet he would goe . So much more rich would he esteem Thy syluer , then his golden stream . XIV . Well does the May that lyes Smiling in thy cheeks , confesse The April in thine eyes . Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse . No April ere lent kinder showres , Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres . XV . O ckeeks ! Bedds of chast loues By your own showres seasonably dash't Eyes ! nests of milky doues . In your own wells decently washt , O wit of loue ! that thus could place Fountain & Garden in one face . O sweet Contest ; of woes . With loues , of teares with smiles disputing ! O fair , & Freindly Foes , Each other kissing & confuting ! While rain & sunshine , Cheekes & Eyes Close in kind contrarietyes . XVII . But can these fair Flouds be Freinds with the bosom fires that fill you ! Can so great flames agree Aeternall Teares should thus distill thee ! O flouds , o fires ! o suns ô showres ! Mixt & made freinds by loue's sweet powres . XVIII . T was his well-pointed dart That digg'd these wells , & drest this wine ; And taught the wounded HEART The way into these weeping Eyn . Vain loues auant ! bold hands forbear ! The lamb hath dipp't his white foot here . XIX . And now where're he strayes , Among the Galilean mountaines , Or more vnwellcome wayes , He 's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines ; Two walking baths ; two weeping motions ; Portable , & compendious oceans . XX . O Thou , thy lord's fair store ! In thy so rich & rare expenses , Euen when he show'd most poor , He might prouoke the wealth of Princes . What Prince's wanton'st pride e're could Wash with Syluer , wipe with Gold . XXI . Who is that King , but he Who calls't his Crown to be call'd thine , That thus can boast to be Waited on by a wandring mine , A voluntary mint , that strowes Warm syluer shoures where're he goes ! XXII . O pretious Prodigall ! Fair spend-thrift of thy self ! thy mea●ure ( mercilesse loue ! ) is all . Euen to the last Pearle in thy threasure . All places , Times , & obiects be Thy teare's sweet opportunity XXIII . Does the day-starre rise ? Still thy starres doe fall & fall Does day close his eyes ? Still the FOVNTAIN weeps for all . Let night or day doe what they will , Thou hast thy task ▪ thou weepest still . XXIV . Does thy song lull the air ? Thy falling teares keep faith full time . Does thy sweet-breath'd paire Vp in clouds of incense climb ? Still at each sigh , that is , each stop , A bead , that is , A TEAR , does drop , XXV . At these thy weeping gates , ( Watching their watry motion ) Each winged moment waits . Takes his TEAR , & gets him gone . By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus Time layes him vp ; he 's pretious . XXVI . Not , so long she liued , Shall thy tomb report of thee ; But , so long she greiued , Thus must we date thy memory . Others by moments , months , & yeares . Measure their ages ; thou , by TEARES . XXVIII . So doe perfumes expire . So sigh tormented sweets , opprest With proud vnpittying fires . Such Teares the suffring Rose that 's vext With vngentle flames does shed , Sweating in a too warm bed . XXVIII . Say , the bright brothers , The fugitiue sons of those fair Eyes Your fruitfull mothers ! What make you here ? what hopes can tice You to be born ? what cause can borrow You from Those nests of noble sorrow ? XXIX . Whither away so ●●st ? For sure the sordid ●●●th Your Sweetnes cannot ta●●● Nor does the dust deserue their birth , 〈◊〉 whither hast you then ? o say Why you trip so fast away ? XXX . We goe not to seek , The darlings of Auroras bed ▪ The rose's modest Cheek Nor the violet's humble head . Though the Feild's eyes too WEEPERS be Because they want such TEARES as we . XXXI . Much lesse mean we to trace The Fortune of inferior gemmes , Preferr'd to some proud face Or pertch't vpon fear'd Diadems . Crown'd Heads are toyes . We goe to meet A worthy object , our lord's FEET . A HYMN TO THE NAME AND HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE SANITE TERESA , FOVNDRESSE of the Reformation of the Discalced CARMELITES , both men & Women ; A WOMAN for Angelicall heigth of speculation , for Masculine courage of performance , more then a woman . WHO Yet a child , out ran maturity , and durst plott a Martyrdome ; Le Vray portraict de S. te Terese Fondatrice des Religieuses ▪ & Religieux refermez de l'ordre de N. Dame du mont Carmel . Decedee le 4● Octo. 158● . Canonisee le 12● . Mars , 1622. 〈…〉 excudit THE HYMNE . LOue , thou art Absolute sole lord OF LIFE & DEATH . To proue the word . Wee 'l now appeal to none of all Those thy old Souldiers , Great & tall , Ripe Men of Martyrdom , that could reach down With strong armes , their triumphant crown ; Such as could with lusty breath Speak lowd into the face of death Their Great LORD's glorious name , to none Of those whose spatious Bosomes spread a throne For LOVE at larg to fill , spare blood & sweat ; And see him take a priuate seat , Making his mansion in the mild And milky soul of a soft child Scarse has she learn't to lisp the name Of Martyr ; yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that breath Which spent can buy so braue a death . She neuer vndertook to know What death with loue should haue to doe ; Nor has she e're yet vnderstood Why to show loue , she should shed blood Yet though she cannot tell you why , She can LOVE , & she can DY . Scarse has she Blood enough to make Aguilty sword blush for her sake ; Yet has she'a HEART dares hope to proue How much lesse strong is DEATH then LOVE . Be loue but there ; let poor six yeares Be pos'd with the maturest Feares Man trembles at , you staight shall find LOVE knowes no nonage , nor the MIND . 'T is LOVE , not YEARES or LIMBS that can Make the Martyr , or the man . LOVE touch't her HEART , & lo it beates High , & burnes with such braue heates ; Such thirsts to dy , as dares drink vp , A thousand cold deaths in one cup . Good reason . For she breathes All fire . Her what brest heaues with strong desire Of what she may with fruitles wishes Seek for amongst her MOTHER's hisles . Since 't is not to be had at home She 'l trauail to à Maryrdom . No home for hers confesses she But where she may à Martyr be . Sh'el to the Moores ; And trade with them , For this vnualued Diad●m . She 'l offer them her dearest Breath , With CHRIST's Name in 't , in change for death . Sh'el bargain with them ; & will giue Them GOD ; teach them how to liue In him : or , if they this deny , For him she 'l teach them how to DY . So shall she leaue amongst them sown Her LORD's Blood ; or at lest her own . FAREWEL then , all the world ! Adieu . TERESA is no more for you . Farewell , all pleasures , sports , & ioyes , ( Neuer till now esteemed toyes ) MOTHER's armes or FATHER's knee Farewell house , & farewell home ! SHE 's for the Moores , & MARTYRDOM . SWEET , not so fast ! lo thy fair Spouse Whom thou seekst with so swift vowes , Calls thee back , & bidds thee come T' embrace a milder MARTYRDOM Blest powres forbid , Thy tender life Should bleed vpon a barborous knife ; Or some base hand haue power to race Thy Brest 's chast cabmet , & vncase A soul kept there so sweet , ô no ; Wise heaun will neuer haue it so THOV art love's victime ; & must dy A death more mysticall & high . Into loue 's armes thou shalt let fall A still-suruiuing funerall . His is the DART must make the DEATH Whose stroke shall tast thy hallow'd breath ; A Dart thrice dip't in that rich flame Which writes thy spouse's radiant Name Vpon the roof of Heau'n ; where ay It shines , & with a soueraign ray Beates bright vpon the burning faces Of soules which in that name 's sweet graces Find euerlasting smiles . So rare , So spirituall , pure , & fair Must be th' immortall instrument Vpon whose choice point shall be sent A life so lou'd ; And that there be Fitt executioners for Thee . The fair'st & first-born sons of fire Blest SERAPHIM , shall leaue their quire And turn loue's souldiers , vpon THEE To exercise their archerie . O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet & subtle PAIN . Of intolerable IOYES ; Of a DEATH , in which who dyes Loues his death , and dyes ag●in . And would for euer so be slain . And liues , & dyes ; and knowes not why To liue , But that he thus may neuer leaue to DY . How kindly will thy gentle HEART Kisse the sweettly-killing DART ! And close in his embraces keep Those delicious Wounds , that weep Balsom to heal themselues with thus When These thy DEATHS , so numerous , Shall all at l●st dy into one , And melt thy Soul's sweet mansion ; Like a soft lump of incense , hasted By too hott a fire , & wasted Into perfuming clouds , so fast Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last In a resoluing SIGH , and then O what ? Ask not the Tongues of men . Angells cannot tell , suffice , Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes And hold them fast for euer there So soon as you first appear , The MOON of maiden starrs , thy white MISTRESSE , attended by such bright Soules as thy shining self , shall come And in her first rankes make thee room ; Where mongst her snowy family Immortall well comes wait for thee . O what delight , when reueal'd LIEF shall stand And teach thy lipps heau'n with his hand ; On which thou now maist to thy wishes Heap vp thy consecrated kisses . What ioyes shall seize thy soul , when she Bending her blessed eyes on thee ( Those second Smiles of Heau'n ) shall dart Her mild rayes through thy melting heart ! Angels , thy old freinds , there shall greet thee Glad at their own home now to meet thee . All thy good WORKES which went before And waited for thee , at the door , Shall own thee there ; and all in one We●ue a constellation Of CROWNS , with which the KING thy spouse Shall build vp thy triumphant browes . All thy old woes shall now smile on thee And thy paines si●t bright vpon thee All thy SVFFRINGS be diuine . TEARES shall take comfort , & turn gemms And WRONGS repent to Di●demms . Eu'n thy DEATH shall liue ; & new Dresse the soul that erst they slew . Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres As keep account of the LAMB's warres . Those rare WORKES where thou shalt leaue writt ▪ Loue's noble history , with witt Taught thee by none but him , while here They feed our soules , shall cloth THINE there . Each heaunly word by whose hid flame Our hard Hearts sh●ll strike fire , the same Shall flourish on thy browes ▪ & be Both fire to vs & flame to thee ; Whose light shall liue bright in thy FACE By glory , in our hearts by grace . Thou shalt look round about , & see Thousands of crown'd Soules throng to be Themselues thy crown . Sons of thy vowes The virgin-births with which thy soueraign spouse Made fruitfull thy fair soul , goe now And with them all about thee bow To Him , put on ( hee 'l say ) put on ( My rosy loue ) That thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand soules , whose happy names Heau'n keep vpon thy score . ( Thy bright Life brought them first to kisse the light That kindled them to starrs . ) and so Thou with the LAMB , thy lord , shalt goe ; And whereso'ere he setts his white Stepps , walk with HIM those wayes of light Which who in death would liue to see , Must learn in life to dy like thee . AN APOLOGIE . FOR THE FORE-GOING HYMEN as hauing been writt when the author was yet among the protestantes . THus haue I back again to thy bright name ( Fair floud of holy fires ! ) transfus'd the flame I took from reading thee , t is to thy wrong I know , that in my weak & worthlesse song Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day Scarse dawnes . O pardon if I dare to say Thine own dear bookes are guilty . For from thence I learn't to know that loue is eloquence . That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try If , what to other tongues is tun'd so high , Thy praise might not speak English too ; forbid ( By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde ) Forbid it , mighty Loue ! let no fond Hate Of names & wordes , so farr praeiudicate . Souls are not SPANIARDS too , one freindly floud Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood . CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all soules And loue 's that body's soul , no law controwlls Our free traffique for heau'n we may maintaine Peace , sure , with piety , though it come from SPAIN . What soul so e're , in any language , can Speak heau'n like her's is my souls country-man . O'tis not spanish , but'tis heau'n she speaks ! 'T is heau'n that lyes in ambush there , & bre●ks From thence into the wondring reader's brest ; Who feels his warm HEART into a nest Of little EAGLES & young loues , whose high Fli●hts scorn the lazy dust , & things that dy . There are now whose draughts ( as deep as hell ) drink vp●l SPAIN in sack . Let my soul swell With thee , strong wine of loue ! let others swimme In puddles ; w● w●ll pledge this SERAPHIM B●wles full of richer blood then blush of grape W●s euer guilty of , Change we too 'our shape ( My soul , ) Some drink from men to beasts , o then Drink we till we proue more , nor lesse , then men , ' And turn not beasts , but Angels . Let the king Me euer into these his cellars bring Where flowes such wine as we can haue of none But HIM who trod the wine presse all alone Wine of youth , life , & the sweet Deaths of loue ; W●ne of immortall mixture ; which can proue I●'● Tincture from the rosy nectar ; wine That can ex●l weak EARTH ; & so refine O●r dust that at one draught , mortality May drink it self vp , and forget to dy . THE FLAMING HEART VPON THE BOOK AND Picture of the seraphicall saint , TERESA , ( AS SHE IS VSVALLY EXpressed with a SERAPHIM biside her . ) WEll meaning readers ! you that come as freinds And catch the pretious name this peice pretends ; Make not too much hast to'admire That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire . That is a SERAPHIM , they say And this the great TERESIA . Readers , be rul'd by me ; & make Here a well-plac't & wise mistake You must transpose the picture quite , And spell it wrong to read it right ; Read HIM for her , & her for him ; And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM . Pa●nter , what didst thou vnderstand To put her dart into his hand ! See , euen the yeares & size of him Sh●wes this the mother SERAPHIM . This is the mistresse flame ; & duteous he Her happy fire-works , here , comes down to see O most poor-spirited of men ! Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN Thou couldst not so vnkindly err To show vs This faint shade for HER Why man , this speakes pure mortall frame ; And mockes with female FROST loue's manly flame . One would suspect thou meant'st to print Some weak , inferiour , woman saint . But had thy pale-fac't purple took Fire from the burning checks of that bright Booke Thou wouldst on her haue heap't vp all That could be found SERAPHICALL ; What e're this youth of fire weares fair , Rosy fingers , radiant hair , Glowing cheek , & glistering wings , All those fair & flagrant things , But before all , that fiery DART Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART . Doe then as equall right requires , Since HIS the blushes be , & her 's the fires , Resume & rectify thy rude design ; Vndresse thy Seraphim into MINE . Redeem this iniury of thy art ; Giue HIM the vail , giue her the dart . Giue Him the vail ; that he may couer The Red cheeks of a riuall'd louer . Asham'd that our world , now , can show Nests of new Seraphims here below . Giue her the DART for it is she ( Fair youth ) shootes both thy shaft & THEE Say , all ye wise & well-peire't hearts That liue & dy amidst her darts , What is 't your tastfull spirits doe proue In that rare life of Her , and loue ? Say & bear wittnes . Sends she not A SERAPHIM at euery shott ? What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine ! Heaun's great artillery in each loue-spun line . Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame ; Giue him the veil , who giues the shame . But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate ; If all 's praescription ; & proud wrong Hearkens not to an humble song ; For all the gallantry of him , Giue me the suffting SERAPHIM . His be the brauery of all those Bright things , The glowing cheekes , the glistering wings ; The Rosy hand , the radiant DART ; Leaue HER alone THE FLAMING HEART . Leaue her that ; & thou shalt leaue her Not one loose shaft but loue 's whole quiuer , For in loue's feild was neuer found A nobler weapon then a WOVND . Loue's passiues are his actiu'st part . The wounded is the wounding heart O HEART ! the aequall poise of lou'es both parts Bigge alike with wound & darts . Liue in these conquering leaues ; liue all the same ; And walk through all tongues one triumphant FLAME Liue here , great HEART ; & loue and dy & kill ; And bleed & wound ; and yeild & conquer still . Let this immortall life wherere it comes Walk in a crowd of loues & MARTYRDOMES . Let mystick DEATHS wait on 't ; & wise soules be The loue-slain wittnesses of this life of thee . O sweet incendiary ! shew here thy art , Vpon this carcasse of a hard , cold , hart , Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light , that play Among the leaues of thy larg Books of day , Combin'd against this BREST at once break in And take away from me my self & sin , This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be ; And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me . O thou vndanted daughter of desires ! By all thy dowr of LIGHTS & FIRES ; By all the eagle in thee , all the doue ; By all thy liues & deaths of loue ; By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day , And by thy thrists of loue more large then they ; By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce desire By thy last Morning's draught of liquid fire ; By the full kingdome of that finall kisse That seiz'd thy parting Soul , & seal'd thee his ; By all the heau'ns thou hast in him ( Fair sister of the SERAPHIM ! By all of HIM we haue in THEE ; Leaue nothing of my SELF in me . Let me so read thy life , that I Vnto all life of mine may dy . A SONG . LORD , when the sense of thy sweet geace Sends vp my soul to seek thy face . Thy blessed eyes breed such desire , I dy in loue's delicious Fire . O loue , I am thy SACRIFICE . Be still triumphant , blessed eyes . Still shine on me , fair suns ! that I Still may behold , though still I dy . Second part . Though still I dy , I liue again ; Still longing so to be still slain , So gainfull is such losse of breach . I dy euen in desire of death . Still liue in me this louing strife Of liuing DEATH & dying LIFE . For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe , I liue in Thee . PRAYER . AN ODE , WHICH WAS Praefixed to a little Práyer-book giuin to a young . GENTLE-WOMAN . LO here a little volume , but great Book ! A nest of new-born sweets ; Whose natiue fires disdaining To ly thus folded , & complaining Of these ignoble sheets , Affect more comly bands ( Fair one ) from the kind hands And confidently look To find the rest Of a rich binding in your BREST . It is , in one choise handfull , heauenn ; & all Heaun's Royall host ; incamp't thus small To proue that true schooles vse to tell , Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell . It is loue's great artillery Which here contracts il self , & comes to ly Close couch't in their white bosom : & from thence As from a snowy fortresse of defence , Against their ghostly foes to take their part , And fortify the hold of their chast heart . It is an armory of light Let constant vse but keep it bright , You 'l find it yeilds To holy hands & humble hearts More swords & sheilds Then sin hath snares , or Hell hath darts . Only be sure The hands be pure That hold these weapons ; & the eyes Those of turtles , chast & true ; Wakefull & wise ; Here is a freind shall fight for you , Hold but this book before their heart ; Let prayer alone to play his part , But ô the heart That studyes this high ART Must be a sure house-keeper ; And yet no fleeper . Dear soul , be strong . MERCY will come e're long And bring his besom fraught with blessings , Flowers of neuer fading graces To make immortall dressings For worthy soules , whose wise embraces Store vp themselues for HIM , who is alone The SPOVSE of Virgins & the Virgin's son . But if the noble BRIDEGROOM , when he come , Shall find the loytering HEART from home ; Leauing her chast aboad To gadde abroad Among the gay mates of the god of flyes ; To take her pleasure & to play And keep the deuill 's holyday ; To danceth ' sunshine of some smiling But beguiling Spheares of sweet & sugred Lyes , Some slippery Pair Of false , perhaps as fair , Flattering but forswearing eyes ; Doubtlesse some other heart Will gett the start Mean while , & stepping in before Will take possession of that sacred store Of hidden sweets & holy ioyes . WORDS which are not heard with EARES ( Those tumultuous shops of noise ) . Effectuall wispers , whose still voice The soul it selfe more feeles then heares ; Amorous languishments ; luminous trances ; SIGHTS which are not seen with eyes ; Spirituall & soul-peircing glances Whose pure & subtil lightning flyes Home to the heart , & setts the house on fire And melts it down in sweet desire Yet does not stay To ask the windows leaue to passe that way ; Delicious DEATHS ; soft exalations Of soul ; dear & diuine annihilations ; A thousand vnknown rites Of ioyes & rarefy'd delights ; Ahundred thousand goods , glories , & graces , And many a mystick thing Which the diuine embraces Of the deare spouse of spirits with them will bring For which it is no shame That dull mortality must not know a name . Of all this store Of blessings & ten thousand more ( If when he come He find the Heart from home ) Doubtlesse he will vnload Himself some other where , And poure abroad His pretious sweets On the fair soul whom first he meets . O fair , ô fortunate ! O riche , ô dear ! O happy & thrice happy she Selected doue Who ere she be , Whose early loue With winged vowes Makes hast to meet her morning spouse And close with his immortall kisses . Happy indeed , who neuer misses To improue that pretious hour , And euery day Seize her sweet prey All fresh & fragrant as he rises Dropping with a baulmy Showr A delicious dew of spices ; O let the blissfull heart hold fast Her heaunly arm-full , she shall tast At once ten thousand paradises ; She shall haue power To rifle & deflour The rich & roseall spring of those rare sweets Which with a swelling bosome there she meets Boundles & infinite Bottomles treasures Of pure inebriating pleasures . Happy proof ! she shal discouer What ioy , what blisse , How many Heau'ns at once it is To haue her GOD become her LOVER . TO THE SAME PARTY COVNCEL CONCERNING HER CHOISE . DEar , heaun-designed SOVL ! Amongst the rest Of suters that beseige your Maiden brest , Why my not I My fortune try And venture to speak one good word Not for my self alas , but for my dearer LORD ? You'aue seen allready , in this lower sphear Offroth & bubbles , what to look for here . Say , gentle soul , what can you find But painted shapes , Peacocks & Apes , Illustrious flves , Guilded dunghills , glorious LYES , Goodly surmises And deep disguises , Oathes of water , words of wind ? TRVTH biddes me say , 't is time you cease to trust Your soul to any son of dust . 'T is time you listen to a brauer loue , Which from aboue Calls you vp higher And biddes you come And choose your roome Among his own fair sonnes of fire , Where you among The golden throng That watches at his palace doores May passe along And follow those fair starres of yours ; Starrs much too fair & pure to wai● vpon The false smiles of a sublunary sun . Sweet , let me prophesy that at last t' will proue Your wary loue Laves vp his purer & more pretious vowes , And meanes them for a farre more worthy SPOVSE Then this world of Lyes can giue ye ' Eun for Him with whom nor cost , Nor loue , nor labour can be lost ; Him who neuer will deceiue ye . Let not my lord , the Mighty louer of soules , disdain that I discouer The hidden art Of his high stratagem to win your heart , It was his heaunly art Kindly to crosse you In your mistaken loue , That , at the next remoue Thence he might tosse you And strike your troubled heart Home to himself ; to hide it in his brest The bright ambrosiall nest , Of loue , of life , & euerlasting rest . Happy Mystake ! That thus shall wake Your wise soul , neuer to be wonne Now w●●h a loue below the sun . Your first cho●ce failes , ô when you choose agen May it not be amongst the sonnes of Men . ALEXIAS THE COMPLAINT . OF THE FORSAKEN WIFE OF SANITE ALEXIS . THE FIRST ELEGIE . I ●●te the roman youth 's lou'd prayse & pride , Whom long none could obtain , though thousands try'd , Lo here am left ( alas ) , For my lost mate Tembrace my teares , & kisse an vnkind FATE . Sure in my early woes starres were at strife , And try'd to make a WIDOW ere a WIFE . Nor can I tell ( and this new teares doth breed ) In what strange path my lord's fair footsteppes bleed . O knew I where he wander'd , I should see Some solace in my sorrow's certainty I 'd send my woes in words should weep for me . ( Who knowes how powrfull well - writt praires would be ? ) Sending's too slow a word , my selfe would fly . Who knowes my own heart's woes so well as I ? But how shall I steal hence ? ALEXIS thou Ah thou thy self , alas , hast taught me how . Loue too , that leads the , would lend the wings To bear me harmlesse through the hardest things . And where loue lends the wing , & leads the way , What dangers can there be dare say me nay ? If drown'd ; sweet is the death indur'd for HIM , The noted sea shall change his name with me ; I , mongst the blest STARRES a new name shall be . And sure where louers make their watry graues . The weeping mariner will augment the waues . For who so hard , but passing by that way W●ll take acquaintance of my woes , & say Here ' was the roman MAID found a hard fare While through the world she sought her wandring mate . Here perish't she , poor heart , heauns , be my vowes As true to me , as she was to her spouse . O liue , so rare a loue ! liue ! & in thee The too frail life of femal constancy . F●rewell ; & shine , fair soul , shine there aboue Firm in thy crown , as here fast in thy loue . There ●hy lost fugitiue thou ' hast found at last . Be happy ; and for euer hold him fast . THE SECONDE ELEGIE . THough All the ioyes I had fleed hence with Thee , Vnkind ! yet are my TEARES still true to me I' am wedded ore again since thou art gone ; Nor couldst thou , cruell , leaue me quite alone . ALEXIS ' widdow now is sorrow's wife . With him shall I weep our my weary life . Wellcome , my sad sweet Ma●e ! Now haue I gott At last a constant loue that leaues me not . Firm he , as thou art false , Not need my cryes Thus vex the earth & teare the skyes . For him , alas , n'ere shall I need to be Troublesom to the world , thus , as for thee . For thee I talk to trees ; with silent groues Expostulate my woes & much wrong'd loues . Hills & relentlesse rockes , or if there be Things that in hardnesse more allude to thee ; To these I talk in teares , & tell my pain ; And answer too for them in teares again . How oft haue I wept out the weary sun ! My watry hour-glasse hath old time out runne . O I am le●●ned grown , Poor loue & I Haue study'd ouer all astrology . I 'am perfect in heaun's st●te ▪ w●●h euery starr My skillfull greife is grown familiar . Rise , fairest of those fires ; what e're thou be Whose rosy beam shall point my sun to me . Such as the sacred light that erst did bring The EASTERN princes to their infant king . O rise , pure lamp ! & lend thy golden ray That weary loue at last may find his way . THE THIRD ELEGIE . RIch , churlish LAND ! that hid'st so long in thee , My treasures , rich , alas , by robbing mee . Needs must my miseryes ●we that man a spite Who e're he be was the first wandring knight . O had he nere been at that cruell ●ost NATVRE'S virginity had nere been lost . Seas had not bin rebuk't by s●way oares But ly'n lock't vp safe in their sacred shores . Men had not spurn'd at mountaines ; nor made w●rrs With rocks ; nor bold hands struck the world's strong barres . Nor lost in too larg bounds , our little Rome Full sweetly with it selfe had dwell't at home . My poor ALEYIS , then in peacefull life , Had vnder some low roofe lou'd his plain wife But now , ah me , from where he has no foes He flyes ; & into willfull exile goes . Cruell return . Or tell the reason why Thy dearest parents haue deseru'd to dy . And I ▪ what is my crime I cannot tell . Vnlesse it be a crime to ' haue lou'd too well . If Heates of holyer loue & high desire Make bigge thy fair brest with immortall fire , What needes my virgin lord fly thus from me , Who only wish his virgin wife to be ? Wittnesse , chast heauns ! no happyer vowes I know Then to a virgin GRAVE vntouch't to goe . Loue 's truest Knott by venus is not ty'd ; Nor doe embraces onely make a bride . The QVEEN of angels , ( and men chast as You ) Was MAIDEN WIFE & MAIDEN MOTHER too . CECILIA , Glory of her name & blood With happy gain her maiden vowes made good . The lusty bridegroom made approach young man ▪ Take heed ( said she ) take heed , VALERIAN ▪ My bosome 's guard , a SPIRIT great & strong , Stands arm'd , to sheild me from all wanton wrong . My Chastity is sacred ; & my sleep Wakefull , her dear v●wes vndefil'd to keep . PALLAS beares armes , forsooth , and should there be No fortresse built fortrue VIRGINITY ? No gaping gorgon , this . None , like the rest Of your learn'd lyes . Here you 'l find no such iest . I 'am yours , O were my GOD , my CHRIST so too , I 'd know no name of loue on earth but you . He yeilds , and straight Baptis'd , obtains the grace To gaze on the fair souldier 's glorious face . Both mixt at last their blood in one rich bed Of rosy MARTYRDOME , twice Married . O burn our hymen bright in such high Flame . Thy torch , terrestriall loue , haue here no name . How sweet the mutuall yoke of man & wife , When holy fires maintain loue's Heaunly life ! But I , ( so help me heaun my hopes to see ) When thousand sought my loue , lou'd none but Thee . Still , as their vain teares my firm vowes did try , ALEXIS , he alone is mine ( said I ) Half true , alas , half false , proues that poor line . ALEXIS is alone ; But is not mine . DESCRIPTION . OF A RELIGIOVS HOVSE AND CONDITION OF LIFE ( OVT OF BARCLAY . ) NO roofes of gold o're riotous tables shining Whole dayes & suns deuour'd with endlesse dining ; No sailes of tyrian sylk proud pauements sweeping ; Nor iuory couches costlyer slumbers keeping ; False lights of flairing gemmes ; tumultuous ioyes ; Halls full of flattering men & frishing boyes ; What e're false showes of short & flippery good Mix the mad sons of men in mutuall blood . But WALKES & vnshorn woods ; and soules , iust so Vnforc't & genuine ; but not shady tho . Our lodgings hard & homely as our fare . That chast & cheap , as the few clothes we weare . Those , course & negligent , As the naturall lockes Of these loose groues , rough as th'vnpolish't rockes . A hasty Portion of praescribed sleep ; Obedient slumbers ? that can wake & weep , And sing , & , & sigh , & work , and sleep again ; Still rowling à round spear of still-returning pain . Hands full of harty labours ; doe much , that more they may , And work for work , not wages ; let to morrow's New drops , wash off the sweat of this daye 's sorrows . A long & dayly-ding life , which breaths A respiration of reuiuing deaths . But neither are there those ignoble stings That nip the bosome of the world's best things , And lash Earth-laboring souls . No cruell guard of diligent cares , that keep Crown'd woes awake ; as things too wise for sleep . But reuerent discipline , & religious fear , And soft obedience , find sweet biding here ; Silence , & sacred rest ; peace , & pure ioyes ; Kind loues keep house , ly close , make no noise , And room enough for Monarchs , while none swells Beyond the kingdomes of contentfull Cells . The self-remembring SOVL sweetly recouers Her kindred with the starrs ; not basely houers Below ; But meditates her immortall way Home to the originall sourse of LIGHT & intellectuall Day . AN EPITAPH VPON A YOVNG MARRIED COVPLE DEAD AND BVRYED TOGETHER . TO these , whom DEATH again did wed , This GRAVE' 's their second Marriage-bed ▪ For though the hand of fate could force 'Twixt SOVL & BODY à Diuorce , It could not sunder man & WIEE , 'Cause They Both liued but one life . Peace , good Reader . Doe not weep . Peace , The Louers are asleep . They , sweet Turtles , folded ly In the last knott loue could ty . And though they ly as they were dead , Their Pillow stone , their sheetes of lead , ( Pillow hard , & sheeres not warm ) Loue made the bed ; They 'l take no harm Let them sleep : let them sleep on . Till this stormy night be gone , Till the ' Aeternall morrow dawn ; Then the curtaines will be drawn ' And they wake into a light . Whose day shall neuer dy in Night . DEATH'S LECTVRE AND THE FVNERAL OF A YOVNG GENTLEMAN . DEar Reliques of a dislodg'd SOVL , whose lack Makes many a mourning paper put on black ! O stay a while , ere thou draw in thy head And wind thy self vp close in thy cold bed . Stay but à little while , vntill I call A summons worthy of thy funerall . Come then , YOVTH BEAVTY , & blood ! All the soft powres . Whose sylken flatterves swell a few fond howres Into a false aeternity . Come man ; Hyperbolized NOTHING ! know thy span ; Take thine own measure here down , down , & bow Before thy self in thine idaea ; thou Huge emptynes ! contract thy self ; & shrinke All thy Wild circle to a Point . Osink Lower & lower yet ; till thy leane size Call heaun to look on thee with sorrow eyes . Lesser & lesser yet ; till thou begin To show a face , fitt to confesse thy Kin , Thy neigbourhood to NOTHING . Proud lookes , & lofty eyliddes , here putt on Your selues in your vnfaign'd reflexion , Here , gallant ladyes ! this vnpartiall glasse ( Though you be painted ) showes you your true face . These death-seal'd lippes are they dare giue the ly To the lowd Boasts of poor Mortality These curtain'd windows , this retired eye Outstares the liddes of larg-look't tyranny . This posture is the braue one this that lyes Thus low , stands vp ( me thinkes , ) thus & defies The world . All-daring dust & ashes ! only you Of all interpreters read Nature True . TEMPERANCE . OF THE CHEAP PHYSITIAN VPON THE TRANSLATION OF LESSIVS . GOe now ; and with some daring drugg Bait thy disease . And whilst they tugge , Thou to maintain their pretious strife Spend the dear treasures of thy life . Goe , take physick Doat vpon Some big-nam'd composition . Th'Oraculous DOCTOR' 's mystick bills ; Certain hard WORDS made into pills , And what at last shalt ' gain by these ? Only a costlyer disease . That which makes vs haue no need Of physick , that 's PHYSICK indeed . Hark hither , Reader ! wilt thou see Nature her own physitian be ? Wilt' see a man , all his own wealth , His own musick , his own health ; A man whose sober soul can tell How to wear her garments well . Her garments , that vpon her sitt As garments should doe , close & fitt ; A well-cloth'd soul ; that 's not oppest Nor choak't with what she should be drest . A soul sheath'd in a christall shrine ; Through which all her bright features shine ; As when a peice of wanton lawn A thinne , aeriall veil , is drawn Or'e beauty's face seeming to hide more sweetly showes the blushing bride . A soul , whose intellectuall beames No mists doe mask , no lazy steames . A happy soul , that all the way . To HEAVN rides in a summer's day . Wouldst ' see a man , whose well-warm'd blood ▪ Bathes him in a genuine flood ! Aman , whose tuned humors be A seat of rarest harmony ? Wouldst ' see blith lookes , fresh cheekes beguil Age ? wouldst see december smile ? Wouldst ' see nests of new roses grow In a bed nf renerend snow ? Warm thoughts , free spirits flattering Winter's selfe into a SRING . In summe , wouldst see a man that can . Liue to be old , and still a man ? Whose latest & most leaden houres Fall with soft wings , stuck with soft flowres ; And when life's sweet fable ends , Soul & body part like freinds ; No quarrells , murmurs ▪ no delay ; A KISSE , a SIGH , and so away . This rare one , reader , wouldst thou see ? Hark hither ; and thy self be HE . HOPE . HOpe whose weak beeing ruin'd is Alike if it succeed or if it misse ! Whom ill or good does equally confound And both the hornes of fate's dilemma wound . Vain shadow ; that dost vanish quite Both at full noon & perfect night ! The starres haue not a possibility Of blessing Thee . If thinges then from their end we happy call , 'T is hope is the most hopelesse thing of all . Hope , thou bold Taster of delight ! Who in stead of doing so , deuourst it quite . Thou bringst vs an estate , yet leau'st vs poor By clogging it with legacyes before . The ioyes which we intire should wed Come deflour'd-virgins to our bed Good fortunes without gain imported be Such mighty custom 's paid to Thee For ioy like wine kep't close , does better tast ; If it take air before his spirits wast . Hope fortun 's cheating lottery Where for one prize , an hundred blankes there be . Fond archer , hope . Who tak'st thine aime so farr That still or short or wide thine arrowes are Thinne empty cloud which th-ey deceiues With shapes that our own fancy giues . A cloud which gilt & painted now appeares But must drop presently in teares When thy false beames o're reason's light preuail , By IGNES FATVI for north starres we sail . Brother of fear more gayly clad . The merryer fool o th two , yet quite as mad . Sire of repentance , child of fond desire That blow'st the chymick & the louer's fire . Still leading them insensibly ' on With the strong witchcraft of Anon. By thee the one does changing nature through Her endlesse labyrinth's pursue , And th'other chases woman ; while she goes More wayes & turnes then hunted nature knowes . M. COWLEY . M. CRASHAWS . ANSWER FOR HOPE . DEar hope ! earth's dowry , & heaun's debt ! The entity of those that are not yet . Subtlest , but surest beeing ! Thou by whom Our nothing has a definition ! Substantiall shade ! whose sweet allay Blends both the noones of night & day . Fates cannot find out a capacity Of hurting thee . From Thee their lean dilemma , with blunt horn , Shrinkes , as the sick moon from the wholsome morn Rich hope ! loue's legacy , vnder lock Of faith ! still spending , & still growing stock ! Our crown-land lyes aboue yet each meal brings A seemly portion for the sonnes of kings . Nor will the virgin ioyes we wed Come lesse vnbroken to our bed , Because that from the bridall ckeek of blisse Thou steal'st vs down a distant kisse . Hope's chast stealth harmes no more ioye 's maidenhead Then spousall rites preiudge the marriage bed . Fair hope ! our earlyer heau'n by thee Young time is taster to eternity Thy generous wine with age growes strōg , not sowre . Nor does it kill thy fruit , to smell thy flowre . Thy golden , growing , head neuer hangs down Till in the lappe of loues full noone It falls ; and dyes ! o no , it melts away As does the dawn into the day . As lumpes of sugar loose themselues ; and twine Their supple essence with the soul of wine . Fortune ? alas , aboue the world's low warres Hope walks ; & kickes the curld heads of conspiring starres . Her keel cutts not the waues where These winds stirr Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her . Sweet hope ! kind cheat ! fair fallacy by thee We are not WHERE nor What we be , But WHAT & WHERE we would be . Thus art thou Our absent PRESENCE , and our future Now . Faith's sister ! nurse of fair desire ! Fear 's antitode ! a wise & well-stay'd fire ! Temper twixt chill despair , & torrid ioy ! Queen Regent in yonge loue's minority ! Though the vext chymick vainly chases His fugitiue gold through all her faces ; Though loue 's more feirce , more fruitlesse , fires assay One face more fugitiue then all they ; True hope 's a glorious hunter & her chase , The GOD of nature in the feilds of grace . VIVE IESV . A65464 ---- Maggots, or, Poems on several subjects, never before handled by a schollar. Wesley, Samuel, 1662-1735. 1685 Approx. 223 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 95 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-11 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A65464 Wing W1375 ESTC R33583 12125025 ocm 12125025 54564 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2003-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-03 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-04 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2003-08 Aptara Rekeyed and resubmitted 2003-09 Olivia Bottum Sampled and proofread 2003-09 Olivia Bottum Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion In ' s own defence the Author writes Because while this foul Maggot bites He nere Can rest in quiet ▪ Which makes him make ▪ Soe sad a face Heed beg your worship or your Grace Vnsight vnseen to buy it ▪ Maggots : OR , POEMS ON SEVERAL Subjects , Never before Handled . By a Schollar . LONDON , Printed for Iohn Dunton , at the Sign of the Black Raven , at the Corner of Princes Street , near the Royal Exchange . 1685. To the Honoured Mr. H. D. Head-Master of the Free-School in D — , in the County of D — . THE great Cowley forgets not to acknowledge his Master's Care and Kindness while at Westminster ; nor , to come nearer , was Mr. Creech much tardier in publishing his grateful Resentments of the same Obligations from Mr. Curganven . — You may , Sir , justly wonder what makes me drag in such Names into a Piece where there is hardly like to be besides , one word of Earnest , and perhaps not many of Sence : You may be apt to judge me worthy not much less Punishment than that Comoedian who stole matter from the Sacred History to patch up his Farce . But here I must unavoidably take Refuge at the old thumb'd Scrap , Sic parvis componere magna — Or , to be more sincere ; this seem'd a pretty way of beginning ; I was fond of the Fancy , and knew not where to get a better . However , tho' I ha' been bold enough to make the Similie , I hardly dare be so sawcy , I mean o' my side , to apply it ; nor , tho' Mr. D — may be as noble a Field for Panegyric as any , venture to disgrace him with prefixing here his Name , or my little Praises . 'T is enough that all who knew me when under his Tuition , know what a fair share I enjoy'd of his undeserved Favours ; and that all who know so many famous Men as have had the happiness of their Education there , are satisfy'd 't is my own fault I ha'n't made suitable Proficiency to what might be rationally expected from such an advantageous Foundation . — As to my addressing these to you , though I can have no full Excuse , yet my Presumption or Vanity may admit , I hope , some Alleviation . This is my first form'd Birth , of which , tho' generally partaking all the Parent 's ill humours , the greatest part of the World uses to be , if not most fond , yet most concern'd ; and no wonder therefore , abstracting from its Value or Defects , I am willing to provide for it , and prefer it , But tho' Gratitude commanded you should know the Author , and that exact Respect he is still oblig'd to pay your former goodness ; yet ● was too conscious of the mean way I testify'd it in , and the unworthiness of the Acknowledgment , and had too tender a sense o● your Reputation , to let your name publickly appear here , before I knew what Reception these true Trifles might find in the World. The most , the best , the all I can say for 'em , is what I remember many a fair year past on such a kind of occasion : — Accept my Heart for Gift , and all , which will be the highest Honour can be pretended to by , Sir , Your Obliged Scbollar , and Humble Servant , &c. THE EPISTLE TO THE READER . Gentle Reader , IN the first place , pray take notice this is addressed only to those that buy the Book , for such as only borrow't , my good Friend the Bookseller and I will ha' nothing to do with 'em : For is there any Reason or Conscience in 't that he should write so many Letters to me about the business , and I take so much pains for him , besides some appurtenances of Money for Copy , Printing , &c. only for a meer How d' ye ? — In the next place , since it comes uppermost , I am to tell ye bonâ fide , that is in English in verbo Sacerdotis , that all here are my own pure Maggots , the natural Issue of my Brain-pan , bred and born there , and only there . — Nay the Bookseller and I would have you to know , these are no Scraps or Remains of I know not who ; which if you question , or doubt , you are to be fobb'd off again with a Prisoners-Basket of Collections ; I do ye to wit you are egregiously mistaken in the matter , and prove it by a couple of sturdy arguments . One — that never a Subject here was ever treated of , at least in this Method , by Man , Woman , or Sucking Child , from the beginning of the World to — this present writing , and so downwards : T'other argument , which you ' l find concludes very strongly ▪ is , — Because here wants a hundred and fifty Copper-plates precisely , ( curiously engraven , &c. ) which any that 's but ordinarily verst in modern History , knows to be as inseparable a mark of an omnium gatherum as the Cloven foot is of Mephistophiles . If you have therefore the Luck to see one gaudy picture at the beginning , which is even as it pleaseth Painter , and Printer , set your Heart at rest there , and hope not for a scrap of one more between — Gentle Reader and Finis . — But this is n't a Quarter of what you and I have to say to one another : I should be an hard hearted Bruit of a Father indeed , if I could be so cruel as to send this poor Brat of a Book abroad into the wide World , without speaking so much as one good Word for 't . What may be objected against it , is either as to the matter , or manner of 't ; and here , tho' with Mr. Rhombus I should cut my Cheese into two particles , yet since my Readers naturally fall into three parts , I can't help 't , to save my Life : They are either the Wise , or Fools , who 't is likely may be disgruntled at the first — or the Trimmers , a Little o' one with t'other , who may be offended at the Latter . — Now , Quo ' the first , — 'T is light , vain , frothy , airy , — here 's Time mispent , and may — be some pains on Subjects below the Gravity of a Man , at least of a Christian , to employ himself about . So much for Ob : enter Sol. — If those Gentlemen will do me the favour to lend me an handful or two of Beard , and be at the charge of grafting it ●n , I 'll oblige my self to a speedy , and thorough Reformation in that case . Some time is no doubt allowable for meer Recreation , this is certainly harmless ; I hope nothing will be found here that may either make me justly blush to own , or another to read ; and I hope they ' l grant this kind of diversion a little more excusable than fooling away two or three years , and it may be as many Reams of Paper , in doleful Dittys of Philander and Phillis , which uses to be the general work of all that are Prentices to a Verse-wright — They have , I believe , heard of the Great St. Basils Encomium on a Pismire , as well as the Diversions of many famous Persons on as Inconsiderable Subjects . I dare not before them quote the Authority of the ingenious Preface to the Valentinian , ( tho' hardly one of 'em but must own when young they have read both Plays and Romances : ) But here 's somewhat I some time ago cabbag'd from Osborn , that will I think help as well at a dead lift . — [ Advice to a Son of Studies — pag. 11. parag . 17. ] The way to Elegance of Stile , is to employ the Pen upon every Errand , and the more trivial and dry it is , the more Brains must be allow'd for Sawce . Thus by checking all ordinary Invention , your Reason will attain to such an Habit , as not to dare present you but with what is excellent . ] Well! If all this won't satisfie , what think ye of a knocking Argument , hight-necessity ? Who knows but my Shoes may want dearning , or my Stockings happen to be a little out at Elbows , ( no Miracles in a Rhimester let me tell ye ) and in this case a Recruit of as many yellow Ones as the Book-seller and I can agree upon , will be no false Latin. They may rejoyn , — Why not something serious then , and worthy my own pains , and others perusal ? 'T is easily answered , That tho' such a design should suit with my present Years and Inclinations , yet who would be the Customers ? Alas , their Party is but weak and small in the World ; which leads me to the second Part of my Text. — As concerning Fools , the Proverb is , — A Word to the Wise ; but o' the contrary , I hope to dispatch these more reasonable Gentlemen a great deal sooner ; their Objections sure can't be very material , nor will their Weapons make very deep Impressions , tho' soon shot : However , being the greatest , the most considerable , jovial , complaisant , agreeable part of Mankind , 't will be no small part of my Interest to oblige ' em . And why may'n't I have my chance as well as others ? If I take the same Method by which another has pleas'd 'em : If I write silly enough , why mayn't my Book sell as well as any Christmas Tales and Wonderments that has been clapt into Fist since Bills were invented ? I 'm sure my Verses — dribble down daintily , as Bro. Bunnyan has 't , as well as the best Sing-song in e're a Pilgrim's Progress of 'em all . But since these are great words , and Comparisons are odious , I 'l make an end of 'em , and only assure those whom it may concern , — That 't is all perfectly new ; 't is all mirth , — and I know not what else 't is recommends a Rattle to Children , and Bartlomew ▪ Fair to Fools . But if any chance to stick somewhere or other on something that looks like Reason , which I 'l engage shan't fall out often enough to choak 'em , why 't is but taking a small leap , and They 're safe and sound upon the Terra firma of Nonsence agen . — But now for the middle-siz'd man , just in the Centre of Gravity , between wise and fool , — that cruel Indifferent , which not a whining Lover in Chistendom but shall tell you , is a thousand times more unsupportable than flat and plain hating . What 's to be done with this most unhoopable Reader ? I doubt he 'l make as doleful a clatter among my poor Maggots , as Lucian's Colossus , quarrelling and hunching about for Elbow-room in the Parliament of the Gods , who broke holes in the very Roof of Olympus with his Steeple Crown . This is that dreadful sort of Animal , as common , and teasty , and mischievous in the Play-house , as the Mesquito in hotter Countries , or Gnats in the Fenlands . By this time I suppose you know what I mean by all this clutter ; neither better nor worse than that sort of Creature call'd a Critic : And he 't is likely Tooth and Nayl falls abord the manner of my work . Right Worshipful . — 'T is strain'd , — affected , — full of Longe-petites , store of Incongruities , — Uncorrect , — Tedious — Digressions , long-Comment run away with the Text , &c. If you have any thing more Mr. Critic ! pray speak now , or for ever after hold your peace ! No : This some will say is more than enough , because unanswerable . But softly ; One's Tale's good till another's is told . Is any thing strain'd or obscure ? In such uncommon Subjects , so purely out of the Road , how can the Superstructure be otherwise ! Pray what Author could I consult ●o pillage a sparkling Verse from here and there , or , like some Chymic Angel ( as a late Author or two have it ) to nimm a golden Fancy , on such Themes as these ? Would some good Body would advise what Shop in Paul's Church-yard , Duck-Lane , or Little-Brittain , I should consult to find a Treatise of the Causes , Essence and Property 's of a piece of Ginger-bread , or in what part of the Transactions of the Royal Society , I should find how many yards a nimble Louse reaches at Hop-Stride-and-Jump ? This too , by the way , may in some measure excuse my Digressions , tho' even those may , like an Episode in a Play , be so managed as to become a Grace , rather than a Blurr to the design , if they ben't too many ; — if proceeding naturally from the main design , and all helping towards it ; — if not over-tedious ; all which Requisites , or most of 'em , will , I hope , square with mine . For the filling so much of the Book with Explanation , — Let 's discourse here for a while very gravely . Is 't not better to do thus than leave the Grammarians a thousand year hence to scratch , and bite , and break one anothers Heads about one's meaning , as they do now about Perseus's , where , may be , like the Quakers , we deny meanings , and have , in that place , none at all . How would poor Homer bless himself , were he , like his own Ulisses , to return , and find how he is , since his Death too , improv'd into a Statuary , a Captain , a Moralist , a Politician , and would you think it ? a Divine too , and a thousand other things he never so much as thought or dream't of , poor old-Fellow , since the hour he was born ! But supposing the worst , or , if you please , granting it , that Roguy Time should be so sacrilegiously hungry as to devour all these fine things in a Twelve-month and a day , ( as 't would be a great Temptation , I 'll assure ye , to one sharp set to find 'em under Pyes ; ) Yet , when for the reason before alledg'd , it is impossible to have every where common Notions on so uncommon Subjects , I have by these Notes endeavoured to make all plain to the meanest Capacity , with as much brevity as could consist with clearness . Nor in this very case is a noble Example wanting , were 't not against the Rules of Decency , to defend so little a thing with such great Authority . For the Incongruities , which I doubt not may , if any whose Eyes are sharpen'd with Prejudice , or Iudgment , look close on 'em , be easily observed , ( besides the Carelesness and undress with which in many places the Verse appears : ) First , I remember I 'm neither writing a Supposition in Philosophy , nor a System of Divinity , nor an Epic Poem , where indeed all ought to be most religiously observ'd . What was said by a person , however by Wits of a greater Genius expos'd , yet certainly , if thirty Years Experience be any thing , no Fool in Poetry , has certainly a great deal of truth in 't . — He that servilely creeps after Sense , Is safe , but ne'r shall reach at Excellence . — Or somewhat like it ; tho' perhaps he may be as apt to censure others in that case , as many have him . If this ben't enough , I would desire such as are yet dissatisfi'd , to take notice , that tho' for Reasons told half-an-hour-agon , this was printed , yet I could never be vain enough to think 't would procure the Author much Reputation ; and therefore , as I wa'n't over ambitious of seeing my worthy Name adorning a Pissing-Post , or glittering in a Term-Catalogue , so nor did I think it worth the while to throw away better time in making it more correct , or shewing it to any person , not troubling my few Friends with my Resolution to publish it . If any are so unconscionable , that all this won't satisfie ' ●m , but either for old Acquaintance , or new Remembrance they must be finding or making faults , the comfort on 't is , I have the same liberty , and am as free to think what I please of theirs , if ever they have or may come under the Predicament of the Author ▪ — I can't remember any thing more , but , — You 're very welcome Gentlemen ! 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The Law of Poetry's not broke , If , since an Horse in Homer spoke ; I steal , for my dear Worms Occasions A scrap of Livy's fine Orations : ( b ) ( And 't will , no doubt , as much be said , By him , as them for whom 't was made . ) Within a Nut-shells Pulpit large , As grave as Iudge that 's giving charge ; Swelling as big as Iustled Bully , Thus he holds forth like t' other Tully : Take notice all that hither come ! ( c ) Romanus ego civis sum . 'T was I my self , 't was I possest , Scaevola's mighty Brain , and Breast ; I was the Worm in 's Crown , that made , The Hec. Porsenna's camp invade : I did the' Heroick Iobb : 't was I , ( d ) That made his Paw , like Drum-stick fry : 'T would make the dullest Maggot smile , To ' observe his pretty motions , while , His Mutton-Fist did Hiz , and Broil : Of which I an account could give ye , ( e ) Truer by far than Goodman●Livy . When the Spark Tarquin did prevail , For all ●●oretia's Tooth , and Nail ; And , which if true were ungenteel , Kiss't her , poor Soul ! against her will : Was 't not a very pleasant Whimm , ( f ) That she should kill her self for him ? When , I that saw it , durst have sworn , She was as Innocent as Child unborn ; Pray let not Livy's Shams prevail ! I was the Worm , in Pate , and Tail : That made the Matron bravely dye ▪ A Sacrifice to Chastity . ( Good Folks that Love your Necks , stand clear ▪ ( g ) For I must leap five hundred Year : ) 'T was I brought down that Rampant Gypsie , ( h ) Whose Love and Pearls made Tony tipsie : And , when she him no more could clasp , ( i ) The Maggot bit , as well's the Asp ; I stood at the Beds-feet , Intent On her Last Will , and Testament : I come she cryed , I com' dear Hony ! And then kickt up with Tony ! Tony : But I 'me not only bold , and valiant , For Wit , an 't please ye ! too 's my Talent ; And by a better Title , I May plead for God of Poesie . Than those whom each dull Thief abuses , In Dogrel Phoebus , and the Muses : When Virgil all day long did write , ( k ) And lickt his pretty Cubbs at night ; I roll'd about his Brain , and there Aeneas Good , and Dido fair , Now plac'd a Scolding , now a Billing , ( l ) Sometimes begetting , sometimes killing . What e're he of old Sybill prate , 'T was I that propt his H●roes Fate ; And when Post-horses he did lack , ( m ) Lugg'd him to Hell a-Pick-a-Pack . I am the very God , and like ye , That fell in Love with Mrs. Psiche ; Let none my just pretensions scorn , For Cupid was a Maggot born : Then thriv'd , and grew , and by degrees , Like his harmonious Brother-Bees , Thrust out a Leg , and then a Wing , And Bow , and Arrows for a Sting . ( n ) And when I please my self to Dart , Into a ravisht Lovers Heart ; 'T is I who all their Souls inspire With soft Wishes , gay Desire , Melting Looks , and amorous Fire . Hold ! hold ! 't is time to grow more humble , ( o ) Least I like Phaeton , should tumble ; I 'll Mount no more , but here sit steady , Since I 'me a Goddikin already . NOTES . ( a ) [ And strut , say Iordan what he can , As goodly as any Alderman . ] The Incomparable Mr. Jordan , ( quem honoris causa nomino ) who has made London as famous by his Lord Mayors day Poetry , as ever Pryn did Mount Orgueil . ( b ) [ And 't will , no doubt , as much be said , By him , as them for whom 't was made . ] I suppose few Consciences but are a little too Costive in this Case , and for all Mr. Livy's Authority , are apt to believe Scaevola had other things to mind than making fine speeches , and round Periods when his Fist was frying . ( c ) [ Romanus ego Civis sum . ] The beginning of Scaevola's Oration in Livy . ( d ) That made his Paw , like Drum-stick fry : 'T is a known Story , when Rome was besieged by King Porsenna , Mutius Scaevola went to the Camp , intending to stabb him , but mistook a Nobleman of his Train for the King , for this had his Hand broil'd over a Chaffing-Dish of Coals , ( like a Pullets claw ) but held it all the while unconcern'd and immovable : see the Story in Livy's Decades , Vol. 1. Book 1. p. 78. ( e ) [ Truer by far than Goodman Livy . ] For there would not be half so many prodigies in 't . — He somewhere or other , makes an Oxe speak — and why not my Maggot as well ? ( f ) [ That she should kill her self for him . ] Lucretia's Death , the cause , and manner on 't is at every School-boys fingers Ends — She kill'd her self because Tarquin's Son Sixtus had ravish'd her . ( g ) [ For I must leap five-hundred Year . ] Supposing 't were more from Lucretia to Cleopatra , yet that 's a good round Number , and Poets have seldom been old excellent at Cronology . — Witness Virgil. ( h ) [ Whose Love and Pearls made Tony tipsie : ] Cleopatra dissolv'd in a Draught of Wine , gave Mark Anthony a Pearl worth — I dont know what . ( i ) [ The Maggot bit , as well's the Asp. ] To avoid her being expos'd to the Conquerers Mercy , she clapt Vipers to her Breast , and dy'd . ( k ) [ And lickt his pretty Cubbs at Night . ] Virgils Commentators mention that as his custom , to compose some 40 verses , and reduce 'em all into 8 , or 10. ( l ) [ Sometimes begetting , sometimes killing . ] This must be taken Sano Sensu. Take notice I mean Aeneas for one , and Dido for t' other . ] ( m ) [ Lugg'd him to Hell●a-Pick-a-Pack . ] Aeneas his descent into Hell takes up a fair Cantler in Virgil ; nor I believe , tho' the learned differ here , will any quarrel about this Circumstance ; whither he rode thither on my Maggot , or Old Sybilla's Broomstaff . ( n ) [ And when I please my self to dart , Into a ravisht Lovers Heart . ] And no doubt will be as good Company there as the Fury's Snakey Worms , which they are bound to throw into every one they bewitch . ( o ) [ Least I like Phaeton should tumble . Who fairly broke his Neck from his Fathers Coach-box , like Crashaws Dwarf from the Pismires back . On two Souldiers killing one another for a Groat . FUll doleful Tales have oft been told , By Chimney warm in Winter cold , About the Sacred Thirst of Gold ; To hear 'em half 't would mad ye . To Jayl how many Headlong run , How many a hopeful Youth 's undone , How many a vile ungracious Son , For this has murder'd Daddy ? Yet those that tumble Books , may find , Unless ( as who can help 't ! ) They 're blind , That Silver comes not far behind , But 's e'ne as bad as t ' other : For this , who 'd of such luck have thought ? For this , tho' not above a Groat , Two Valiant Souldiers lately fought , And murder'd one the other . Well! who can tell how soon he ' may dye ? Both , as good Friends as You and I , Their hungry Wembs to satisfie ? Scale an enchanted Castle : Painted without some think 't a kin , To that renowned Fort wherein Quixot the Great such fame did win , And with fell Gyants Wrastle . ( a ) As kind as ever in their Life , As kind they sate as Man and Wife , O! who among 'em scatter'd Strife ; That Petty fogging Fury ? But this is plainly prov'd by all , Some Viper to their Hearts did crawl , And so they ' l find it if you call An Honest Poets Jury . ( b ) A Groat was dropt upon the Board , This takes it up , That draws his Sword , And tells him it must be restor'd , Or else expect what follows ! Each gives the Lye , and at that Word Each runs upon the t ' other 's Sword , And each , stretcht fairly Under-board , In Blood and Liquor wallows . So Aruns , and great Brutus fell , ( c ) And so they fought , thô scarce so well , So to Elysium , or to Hell , They sunk , I know not whether : So on New-markets Jolly Heath , The Hawk , and Hearn strugling for Breath ▪ Thô not in Life yet joyn'd in Death : Come tumbling down together . ( d ) Both grin at their expiring Foe , With Sword in Fist both Huffing go , To fright the trembling Shades below , Bloated with Martial Glory : Both in the Bed of Honour rest , With Lawrel bo●ghs , and Garlands dress't , Perfum'd as sweet as Phenix-Nest : And there 's an end o' th' Story . Yet take good Counsel , Courteous Friend , And learn by their untimely End , Not about Trifles to contend , Or with another grapple : Since Carrion-Strife has often wrought , Such mischiefs as you 'd ne're ha' thought , And murder'd for a Silver Groat , As well's a Golden Apple . ( e ) NOTES . ( a ) Quixot the Great such fame did win , And with fell Gyants Wrastle . ] Vid. Book the p. the of the renowned History of Don Quixot . Where the Knight was in great Peril by three dreadful Leather-Bottles of Wine , whom after a sore Battle , he at last Valiantly hew'd all to pieces . ( b ) — [ An Honest Poets Iury. ] — 'T is notorious how necessary Actors in any Poetical Murder , or Mischief , a Fury , and a Viper are — Vid. Virg. Aenead . B. 7. p. l. and if I may profane that great Name so much to quote it here , Mr. Cowleys Dav. B. p. l. Virg. Huic Dea caeruleis unum de crinibus anguem Conjicit , inque Sinum praecordia ad intima subdit . Cowley . ( c ) [ So Aruns , and great Brutus fell . ] Livy relates it in Book 1st . of 1 st Vol. p. 72. 〈◊〉 the first encounter , Aruns and Brutus both fell dea● from their Horses , pierced quite through with one anothers Spears . ( d ) [ The Hawk and Hearn came tumbling dow● together . ] The Custom of the Hearn when she sees th● Hawk stooping at her , and no way of escape , is 〈◊〉 turn her Long Bill upwards , upon which the Hawk not being able to stop , runs it self through , and so bot● often drop down dead together . ( e ) [ As well's a Golden Apple . ] The Story is worn thed-bare of the Golden Ap●ple which was the cause of the Wars of Troy. The Argument . A Tame Snake left in a Box of Bran , was devoured by Mice after a great Battle . Written An. Dom. 1681. NO Monarch's Death , no fall of Prince or King , My humble rural Muse intends to sing . Let others strive in everlasting-Verse , First to make Hero's , then t' adorn their Herse . Of stranger Tragedys I will complain ; Low Subjects best befit a lowly Swain . Immortal Maro did immortal make The loving Gnat that sav'd him from a Snake : The Theme's inverted now , why should not I Give my poor harmless Worm an Elegy ? Why should not I his luckless Fate bemoan , Wrong'd and abus'd by all , but wronging none ? Bred in the Fields , he oft was bruis'd and broke By ev'ry cross-grain'd Traveller's cruel stroke ; At length he leaves th' unhospitable Air , And to the Town 's Asylum does repair ; There all his Tricks and all his Slights imparts , ●o to revive his Patron 's drooping Hearts : Now through a Ring he 'll softly gliding pass , Now weave a thousand Circles in the Grass ; Now in a thousand folds himself he 'll tye , Which with the Oraculous Gordian Knot shall vye : This Alexander needs not cut in twain ; Next moment finds it all dissolv'd again . Him no proud Louvres , nor Escurial's Hide , What has a humble Worm to do with Pride ? A little Box which his kind Master gave , His Pallace was , and would have been his Grave ; But sacrilegious Mouths him thence did tear , And made their Guts his loathed Sepulcher . Epicurizing there on homely Bran , He Gluttony upbraids in wiser Man ; As happy as a harmless Snake could be , Happy as Cadmus or Hermione . Erinnis saw , and foam'd , and rav'd , and griev'd , My Snake better than her black Vipers liv'd : Unto great Moustapha she does repair , With leathern Wings forcing the burthen'd Air ; Moustapha , cruel , secret , bold and wise , Redoubted Monarch of the well-teeth'd Mice , Approaching his proud Palace , she put on The form of Mab , Empress to Oberon : When the stern Prince of Mice in slumber lay Tir'd with luxurious Revels of the day , The Fury envying him so calm a rest , Enthrones a Vice-Roy Viper in his Breast . Then thus accosts him , — Wake , lost King , awake , Unless your last long Sleep you mean to take : That Traytor who your Brother once o'repower'd , And on yon fatal Lake his Limbs devour'd , When with Physignathus he went to view Regions before unknown to him and you ; The treacherous Water-Snake hard by does rest , And will , I fear , attempt your sacred Breast : Rise then , if you 're a King , and guard your Throne , Revenge your Brothers Quarrel , and your own . Thus said , no longer she above abides , But down agen , a-down to Hell the Fury slides . Up starts the Micean Prince , and stares around , And with his Cryes the ecchoing Walls resound : Off from his Bed he leaps , and takes his Launce , A piece of an old Needle found by chance ; Then with another skip he nimbly flees To his tough Shield made of the Rind of Cheese : A Guard he cries , with Scrieches shrill and long , And his bold Subjects to the Presence throng , Like walls of Brass they all around him stand : When Silence was observ'd at his Command , He thus bespake his Princes , — — Shall we be Always content with sordid Slavery ? Not Long ago stern Iove fierce Tybert sent , Who all the Flower of our sad Nation rent ; When freed from her a while we breath'd in peace , New Foes , new Rebbels every day increase . And is this all the Guard my Princes keep ? Thus could you kindly let your Soveraign sleep , Whilst a fierce Viper does in ambush lye ? Thus could you undiscover'd pass him by ? Upon you Cliff , my Genius found him out , With feeble — wooden Walls inscons'd about . There needs no more , if ye are Mice , begin , Stand to your Arms , and take the Fortress in . That happy Mouse that brings the Traytor 's Head , With Garlands Crown'd , shall round our Streets be led , And my Fair Daughter grace his Nuptial Bed. A dreadful new-form'd Army strait appears , Bright numerous Troops of eager Volunteers : Unto the Castle their joynt Forces drew , All Pioneers , and all Assailants too : It s feeble Walls they madly undertake , And quickly the too weak Foundations shake . A spacious Breach but too too soon was made , But my Snake knew not how to be afraid ; Rais'd his blew Crest , with Hisses fill'd the Air , And bravely does for brave defence prepare . Artophagus , the Young , the Fair , the Stout , Get's o're the Rampire first of all the Rout : But the Defendant nimbly thrusts him down , And on a Rocky Mountain splits his Crown ; The fall does all his well-head'n bones displace , His Brains Spurt out and stick upon the face Of sad Sitaphagus , who was combin'd By Friendship to him , as by Nature joyn'd : Upon his bleeding Reliques down he fell , Wishing for ever only there to dwell ; He 'd his desire , for , crusht with a huge stone , Even as in Life , so they in Death are one . Their fates inrag'd the bold surviving Crew , Who to the Breach like Bees in Clusters flew ; With Ivory Spears some lance his chequer'd Breast , Some scaling Ladders raise , and mount , the rest ; Undermine all the avenues , and some , Bring in Reserves , ( without or Flute , or Drum All their Efforts as yet are spent in vain , Unmov'd he like a Rock does still remain : Huge weights the Ladders crack , he sees his foes , Mangled , and crush't by their own party's blows . Great Moustapha himself does now draw nigh , And his glad followers voices rend the Sky ; His Ianizary's to the assault he calls , Who like themselves assail'd the tottering Walls ; Swarms of four-footed Warriours now had set Their Arms upon a lofty Parapet : A natural counterscarp of living store ; The Assailants strove at first to mine't , but they Discourag'd with the Labour went away : Here the Sly Snake swift through a Port-hole goes , Unfear'd , unmarkt by his presumptious foes : With various windings he attempts to shock The now more than Half undermined Rock ; No little Prudence , and no little pain Now loos'd the stubborn Earth which did retain The unwieldy stone ; the stone which now did bear Innumerable Warriour , who repair To the free breach , does on a sudden fall And in Inevitable ruine plung'd 'em all . Loud shreeks here scale the Heavens , and a warm flood Springs up from the poor mangled Miceans blood . The horrid paint press't from the reeking Dead , Soon turns the Living's sable hiew to Red. Heart-chilling fear , and black despair around , The fearful , desperate Micean camp resound ; They can't for the retreats late signal stay , He 's the best Souldier thought that fastest runs away . The Mighty Dragon he has hir'd they cry , And raise a formidable Mutiny : Moustapha from his Tent does hasten out , By Love , or fear to stop the murmuring Rout ; Now he perswades , and now enrag'd does stamp , Bidding his Guards kill all that leave the Camp. A greater fear prevails with some to stay , Tho' envying such as ran betimes away : The enraged Tyrant of proud Micea's Lands , Mounted upon a Captive Moustrap stands ; His furious Eyes sparkle with boyling Ire , He breaths Destruction , Blood , Revenge , and Fire . Then thus Accosts his Army . Can it be ! How long have Micean Souldiers learn'd to flee ? Degenerate Mice ! to lead you I disdain , Throw down your Arms , and e'ne sneak home again ! Where are those Heroes who with me could dare , And beat the Elephant , whose shoulders bare , Without a Trope , huge Castles in the Air ? One of your Valiant Ancestors , in strife With Man himself did save a Lyons Life , And for his lawful Guerdon did possess By her great Parent 's Will the Lyoness ; Tho' some may his too luckless end deride , Like Phaeton in great attempts he dy'd . Was it indeed so long ago , when we Took noble Arms against the Tyranny , Of cruel Puss ? ( a Curse upon the Name ! ) Where are your Souls ? where is your dear-bought fame ? Well may the Rebel Frogs rejoyce to see How their brave Conqu'rers poorly conquer'd be . Well may they rise against us , well may they Chase their poor low-soul'd , little Lords away . Shall one weak foe or forces baffle thus , And shall a Worm contend with Mighty us ? O Rowze your Souls , and wake your Rage and Hate , Poor Wretch ! Valiant he 's not , but desperate ; See where your mangled Fellows gasping lie , The Tryumphs of his Viperous Cruelty ! Be ready to revenge your Kindreds falls , As soon as the too tardy Trumpet calls ! On then like Mice ! the Manes of the Dead , Call for Revenge upon his guilty Head. A joyful Hum ran round the Camp , they shake Their dreadful Arms , and preparation make For General Assaults . This from on high , The pensive wounded Snake with Grief did Spy ; His Walls were gone , his feeble Curtains rent , His food , and all his Ammunition spent : There 's no hope ; dye he must , yet e're he dyes , Amongst his Friends he 'll leave some Legacies : His batter'd Castle which must be his Grave , To his kind Master once again he gave . His Bones , if reserv'd from the murdring Hand , Of the fierce Mice , to make his Hat a Band ; His Brains , if them some generous Mouse would bring , To them he gives who say he has a Sting : Who 'll give their sence the lye in meer despight , Altho' they see he 'l neither sting , nor bite . This done , he scorns to sneak into his Grave , But will at least a noble exit have ; Unto the Castle Wall he seems to grow , Ready to meet his Death , to meet his foe : Hundreds in Crowds over crusht hundreds come , Some to meet Conquest , most to meet their Doom . Weary'd with Death , and tir'd with killing now , The Champions Body , not his Mind must bow ; Now first his Enemy's weak hopes begin , And Floods of desparate foes all round come rolling in : All round he glides , and be they ne're so strong , Their Death he hasts , and does his Life prolong . But when ●he still encreasing Enemy , Like a swoln Torrent does all stops defie ; His nimble Tail about their Legs he twists , In vain his Fury every one resists : Then from on high a-down himself does throw , At once expiring with the expiring foe ; Encompass't round with Trophys , there he lies , And in the Bed of Honour bravely dyes . A Pindaricque , On the Grunting of a Hog . FReeborn Pindaric never does refufe , Either a lofty , or a humble Muse : Now in proud Sophoclaean Buskins Sings , O● Hero's , and of Kings , Mighty Numbers , mighty Things ; Now out of sight she flys , Rowing with gaudy Wings A-cross the stormy Skys , Then down again , Her self she Flings , Without uneasiness , or Pain To Lice , and Dogs , To Cows , and Hogs , And follows their melodious grunting o're the Plain . 2. Harmonious Hog draw near ! No bloody Butchers here , Thou need'st not fear , Harmonious Hog draw near , and from thy beauteous Snow● Whilst we attend with Ear , Like thine prick't up devou't ; To taste thy Sugry voice , which here , and there , With wanton Curls , vibrates around the circling Air , Harmonious Hog ! warble some Anthem out ! As sweet as those which quiv'ring Monks in days of Y'ore , With us did roar ; When they alas , That the hard-hearted Abbot such a Coyl should keep , And cheat 'em of their first , their sweetest Sleep ; When they were ferretted up to Midnight Mass : Why should not other Piggs on Organs play , As well as They. 3. Dear Hog ! thou King of Meat ! So near thy Lord Mankind , The nicest Taste can scarce a difference find ! No more may I thy glorious Gammons eat ! No more , Partake of the Free Farmers Christmass store , Black Puddings which with Fat would make your Mouths run o're : If I , tho' I should ne're so long before the Sentence stay , And in my large Ears scale , the thing ne're so discreetly weigh , If I can find a difference in the Notes , Belcht from the applauded Throats Of Rotten Play-house Songsters-All-Divine , If any difference I can find between their Notes , and Thine : A Noise they keep with Tune , and out of Tune , And Round , and Flat , High , Low , and This , and That , That Algebra , or Thou , or I might understand as soon . 4. Like the confounding Lutes innumerable Strings , One of them Sings ; Thy easier Musick 's ten times more divine ; More like the one string'd , deep , Majestick Trump-Marine : Prythee strike up , and cheer this drooping Heart of Mine ! Not the sweet Harp that 's claim'd by Iews , Nor that which to the far more Ancient Welch belongs , ( a ) Nor that which the Wild Irish use , Frighting even their own Wolves with loud Hubbubb●boos . ( b ) Nor Indian Dance , with Indian Songs , Nor yet , ( Which how should I so long forget ? ) The Crown of all the rest , The very Cream o' th' Jest : Amptuous Noble Lyre — the Tongs ; Nor , tho' Poetick Iordan bite his Thumbs , At the bold word , my Lord Mayors Flutes , and Kettle-Drums ; Not all this Instrumental dare , With thy soft , ravishing , vocal Musick ever to compare . NOTES . ( a ) [ Nor that which the Wild Irish use , Frighting even their own Wolves with loud Hubbubbaboos . 'T is the Custom of the Irish , when any thing is stoln , or other sudden accident , presently to set up that note , [ Hubbubbaboo ] the next that hears it does the like , and so Intelligence is conveyed swifter than by any Hue-and-Cry with us . ( b ) — [ Nor Indian Dance , with Indian Songs . ] A Taste of whose Humour , and Harmony has been often enough presented at the Play-house by the Indian Girls . To my Gingerbread Mistress . DEar Miss , not with a Lie to cheat ye , I love you so that I could eat ye . 'T is not that Gold that does adorn Your Bosom like the rising Morn , When dropping dry from watry Bed Sol shakes his Carrot-Loggerhead : 'T is not your Gold I mean to wooe ; Alas , 't is You , and only You. 'T is not that Coronet which does shine With Beams not half so bright as thine , Which scatter Glories that excell The Nose of Zara's Dowzabel . ( a ) 'T is not the Rose of lip-like hiew , Nor Virgin-Plumb's Caelestial blew , Nor all the Nuts that plunder'd be From the sad Squirrel's Granarie ; Nor Pears long cramm'd in faithful store , As yellow as the Golden-Ore ; Nor Crumpling sweet , with Cheeks divine , Yet not so fair , my Dear , as thine ; Nor Custards stuck with Plumbs and Flies , Nor Heart-reviving Pudding-Pyes , Tho' queasie Stomach's them contemn , Bake't on thy n'own dear Granny's Wemm . ( b ) Ah! 't is not , 't is not this , nor all The Goods in Cellar , Pouch or Stall , Which Apple-Woman does provide For such as make her Child their Bride : King Harry Groats with Rust o're-grown , And Edward Shillings more than one ; I 'l say 't , my Love , and say 't again , 'T was none of these that caus'd my pain : 'T was first thy goggling , Egg-like Eyes , Like those in Mahomet's Paradice , ( c ) Which did my Iack-with-a-Lanthorns prove , And mir'd me up to th' Ears in Love. Then all thy Dotes came●powdring in , The Mother's manly Nose and Chin , Thy Nose which ( not thy Faces Friend ) Keeps a poor Lover at Arm 's end ; Thy Chin which with kind Curl doth grace Thy n'own dear Father's Wainscot Face ; A Mouth which should with Mopsa's vye , d Altho' Pamela's self stood by ; Lips which like Paris Casements shew , Still opening with a Guarda vou'z ; e There Caravans of Spices meet , Not Western Civet half so sweet , f Nor mellow Ducks in Claret stew'd , When Atoms were in Altitude . g But not to stay on every Charm , In Iar-like Leg , and May-pole Arm ; Nor how my Conquress did prevail , And wound with every Tooth and Nail : Ah! 't was , as too-too well you know , Your Hand that struck the mortal blow . That Mutton-fist , like Bolt of Thunder , Poor Lover fell'd as flat's a Flounder . Under a Willow I complain , And grunt , and cry , and roar in vain ; And , as mad Lovers use to do , Pick straws , and — what a F — care you ? From side to side I loll about , Idle , ungainly , lazy Lout , That was , e're you I saw , in sooth , ( Altho' I say 't ) a dapper Youth . Here every hour with dreary Frown , I lay my Head on Elbow down : Help , or this Love will quite undo me ! Heark how it runs clean thro' and thro' me ! The sighs which up and downwards go , That I am near the Rattles , show : Think not that I false grief pretend ! Alas , I weep at either end ! My sweet Sweet-heart , how is 't you are So foolish ? sure you be'n't so fair . O be'n't so hard ! what e're you grow , The Baker sure ne'r made you so . My Heart , not only with your stroke , But my few Teeth will all be broke . Melt then to cure my horrid Drowth ; O melt , altho 't is in my Mouth , Which waters at you ; for 't is true , Nothing can quench my thirst but you . Now my cold Fit is more severe , I shall kick up with meer Despair . These nipping Mornings pinch , and you , To me●d the matter , freeze me too . Dear Girl , for once , at my desire , Prethee , from Ice be turn'd to Fire . ( What e're my Readers Judgment be , I 'm sure I here mean honestly , Such a kind , harmless , lambent Flame , As from Ascanius Temples came . ) O warm my Soul , for Cupid's cold-Iron-Dart , And your more frosty frowns have kibe'd my Heart . NOTES . ( a ) [ The Nose of Zara's Dowzabel . ] Vid. — The famous and renowned History of Don Zaradel Fogo ; — the Lady of whose best Affections , ( a piece of purtenance as necessary to a Knight Errant , as Mambrino ' s Helmet , or the Parallel of this Lady [ Dulcinea de'l Foboso ] to Don Quixot ) whose Damsel that had wofully besmitten the gentle Knight , was , after all the Parentheses , Yclept — Dowzabella , — Of whom the Poet thus , " — Whose gallant gray Eyes , like Stars in the Skies , " Denoted , &c. ( b ) [ Bake't on thy n'own dear Granny's Wemm . ] — A Scotch Oven . — A Traveller eating some Cake on the Road in Scotland , complain'd 't was not well bake't : 'T was reply'd , that was impossible ; for 't had been all night baking upon the Hostess's warm Wemm . ( c ) — [ Thy goggling Egg-like Eyes [ Like those in Mahomet's Paradice . ] Among the other pleasures in the Heaven of his own building , Mahomet's Alcoran promises the Mussal-man Bed-fellows with Eyes as big as Eggs ; esteemed as great a piece of beauty , it seems , by the Asiatick's , as great Lips by most of the Africans . ( d ) [ A Mouth which should with Mopsa's vye ] Altho' Pamela's self stood by . ] See the Description of charming Mopsa , in an ingenious drolling Poem at the End of Sir Philip Sidney . ( e ) [ Lips which like Paris-Casements shew , When opening with a Guard● vou'z ! ] Such as walk late at Paris , and when the Windows open with that sound , avoid not in time , will soon , by their bounteous benevolence , smell out the meaning of the Allusion here . ( f ) [ Not Western Civet half so sweet . ] Paracelsus is reported , ( with a great deal of washing you may think ) to have reduced no better nor worse than a Sir — an 't please ye , into an excellent Perfume — Balsamum Apoplecticum , but Assa foetida to 't , — and afterwards christen'd it by the cleanlier name of Zibetum Occidentale . ( g ) [ When Atoms were in Altitude . ] Willis in his Book de Fermentatione , gives that account of Putrefaction of Bodies ; He says , the blood , &c. ferments , and the Particles are highly agitated , — ( and a great deal more , which , if you ha'n't enough for your money , you shall have in the next Edition . ) On the Bear-fac'd Lady . TOo charming Maid , whose Viznomy divine Shoots Darts around like any Porcupine ! a Who give to Cupid's Arrows new supplyes , Heading 'em from your Face , and not your Eyes , Like Cleavland's Lover , Pallizado'd in , b And fenc'd-by the sharp Turn-pikes of your Chin. Happy the Man to whom you must disclose The flaming Beauties of your Rain-bow Nose ! What tho' in vain t' approach your Lips he seek ? He may with leave come near , and kiss your Cheek ; If , as when Turks expect they should be heard At Prayer , you will but turn aside your beard : c All this were true , tho' Art should you disgrace , And shew her own , instead of Nature's Face . But you discreetly choose the Russian way , ● And closely veyl it till the Wedding-day ; Not Stega-like , by too sincere a carriage , e Your Imperfections shew , and mar your Marriage . You are resolv'd that Faith and Stomach too Shall meet in him who must be blest with you ▪ And by so just a Touch-stone mean to prove The Mettal of his Courage and his Love : Nay , Ioan , her self , whom he 'l i' th dar●●● embrace ▪ When the Light comes , may have my Lady's Face ▪ He has his Chance , it may be good enough ▪ For all Love 's but a Game at Blind-mans-buff ▪ He who to meet a Devil does prepare , Like Spencer's Knight , may find an Ange● there . ● Missing a Snake , he may at last prevail To hold a fat , tho' slipry Eel by th' Tail. When Psyche thro' the Air to Cupid rode , She fear'd a Dragon , but she found a God. 〈◊〉 Suppose the worst , a Rival's spight has sed ▪ Here 's Spouse enough , tho' she had ne're a● Hea● A just proportion every where behold , And Gold , the Cream o' th' Jest , remember Gold ; Gold ! Gold ! those subtle Charms must needs prevail ; Gold ! Gold ! enow , had she nor Head , nor Tail. Sure this must even the flintyest Heart subdue ; Those Chains , those Pearls , those Lockets , all for you ! What if no Cubbs bless the ill-natur'd Joys ? Look , she 's already stock'd with yellow Boys ; And she May live like Etheldreda , undefil'd , h While you Lye with her Coin , and get her Bags with Child . NOTES . This Story , and the Lady's Picture — appertaining thereunto , — are notorious enough about London , without Explication of the Subject in general . ( a ) [ Shoots Darts around like any Porcupine . ] She 's pictur'd with a Bear's-head , and consequently , her face all hairy . ( b ) [ Like Cleavland's Lover , Pallizado'd in . ] Alluding to that in Cleavland's Souldier ; " [ O let the Turn-pikes of my Chin " Take thy Half-moon Fortress in . ( c ) [ If , as when Turks expect they should be heard ● At Prayer , you will but turn aside the beard . A late Traveller , and ingenious Observer at Constantinople , in the Relation he gives of their Customs in Devotion , has this among the rest ; That when in the highest fit of Zeal , and Top of their Service , for an Amen , they are to manage their Beards , or else the work is left uncompleat . ( d ) [ But you discreetly choose the Russian way , And closely veil it till the Wedding-day . ] In the Description of Russia , among Struys's Voyages , he describes this for one humour religigiously observed in all their Marriages ; — They never see one another till made fast . ( e ) [ Not Stega-like , &c. This old Lady , in the Play , out of sincerity used to let her Courters see all her Imperfections , — as her No-Teeth , No-Eyes , One-Leg , and so frighted 'em all away . ( f ) [ He who to meet a Devil , &c. Like Spencer's Knight , &c. See Spencer's Fairy Queen ; In one of the first Canto●s — instead of an old-Witch , the Knight found a brisk young Lady . ( g ) When Psyche , &c. She fear'd a Dragon , &c. Psyche was required by the Oracle to be expos'd to a Dragon , as Andromeda to the Whale — When in pops Cupid , like Perseus himself , sets her at liberty , carrys her home , and all that — ( h ) [ She — may live , like Etheldreda , undefil'd , Vid. Fuller ' s Church-History , p. 91. This Etheldreda , would you think it , was marryed to a Prince , and a King , and yet , by her own desire , liv'd still as pure a Virgin as ever — her Mother was when she was born . An Anacreontique on a Pair of BREECHES . GEntly flow , my easie Strain , Smoother than Tempe's Heav'nly Plain , Smoother than e're Anacreon sung , Anacreon sweet with silver Tongue , When he by fair Bathillus lay , a Melting his softer hours away . No rough harsh sounds to gagg the Voice , Nor hoarse Pindaric's grumbling Noise , ●oft as the amorous Turtles call , ●mooth as the whisp'ring Waters fall ; Smooth as thred-bare Breeches be , Soft as the Fustian round my Knee . Where shall I my work begin , And stick the Muse's Needle in ? The Muses , which if Fame says true , Were Sempstresses and Taylors too : Where shall I use my artful Hand ; At the Knee , or at the Band ? Fruitless labour , fruitless pain ! All my skill and time 's in vain : Never will my Trouble end , I eternally must mend ; For one hole starts out two more , Hydra-like , or three , or four ; Patch on patch are new lay'd on , Till th' old , like Iason's Ship , are gone . b Match't full lawfully they 've bin , For sure none were too near a kin . From how many a narrow Hem Has my Botcher cabbag'd them ? Spoils of Nations far and nigh , Meer Babel of good Husbandry ! Not the Iay could Feathers boast From so many a different Coast. But since Friends at last must part , Adieu , adieu , with all my Heart ; I●ll , as Friends to Poets use , Give y' a good Name , and turn you loose ▪ Take your chance , your Fortune try , Pray beg or starve , as well as I ; Trouble me with your Raggs no more , Here 's your Pass , and out of Door . Ever honest , ever true , You 've stuck as fast as Shirt can do ; Which soon , if you no longer stay , Will drop loose , and run away . Long did your lean Pockets stare , Like Camelions , fill●d with Air ; And what ever place were torn , They be sure were ne●r o'reworn . Generous Six-pence born with Pain , Have often made 'em gape in vain ; Now they ' l save that dreadful Charge , They can far cheaper starve at large : Take this Groat , and do not prate ; Take the half of my Estate : Scamper now as well as I , To the barren Indys fly , And see if e're a Slave that 's there , Is Master of a lighter Pair . Never fear where e're you go , You 're sure ne're to fall more low , Till your selves with Earth you trust ; Ashes to Ashes , Dust to Dust. NOTES . ( a ) [ When he by fair Bathillus lay . ] See Mr. Creech ' s admirable Translation of Horace ; Epod. 14. " Thus soft Anacreon for Bathyllus burn'd , " And oft his Love he sadly mourn●d . ( b ) [ Patch on , Patch are still laid on , Till th' old like Iason's Ship are gone . ] The Story of Jason's Ship is almost as muc● worn , as its Subject ; which was so often mended , and vampt up again , till not one plank of the Original-primitive Wood was left ; tho' neither did that suffer so many Transmutations as the ol● Gentlemans Knife that had had five new haf●● and seven new blades . A Tobacco Pipe. IN these raw mornings , when I 'me freezing ripe ▪ What can compare with a Tobacco-pipe ? Prim'd , Cock't , and Toucht 't would bette● heat a man ▪ a Than ten Bath-Faggots , or Scotch-warmin● Pan ▪ Let others vamp their founder'd Strength an● Age ▪ With Porringers of double brew'd Pottage ! And those who thus to charge themselves 〈◊〉 loath ▪ Break-fast upon a Quart of Barley-broath ! Fire-balls of liquid flame ; Death in each drop Let others guzzle at a Brandy-shop ; Till all their moysture , all their Treasure spent , They stand , scorcht Scheletons , their own sad Monument ! Where each of these accustom'd Cordials fails , Let others Bite , and others blow their Nails ! I have an Vniversal Medicine chose , Which warms , at once , my Gutts , and Hands , and Nose . b Which like the noble Coco-Tree , is good For Physick , or for Rayment , or for Food : c All you experimental men of Thought , Who ever Whirligigs to Gresham brought ; Which London with implicit Knowledge sees , d Made up of I's , and O's , and A's , and B's ; Show me one Engine which your Stores enshrine , That shall Pit , Box , and Gallery with mine ? When your rackt Brains to birth some Embryo bring , That 's oft for nothing Good , but mine for every Thing , Ungrateful silly man , who makes divine e Those who at first invented Corn and Wine ! Nay he 's begodded too whose casual Knocks , f On the Anvil , first found out a Tinderbox . Ungrateful Man ! whose memory slips that Name , From whom Tobacco pipes Invention came ! But his more bulky worth 's too big for fame . Whose Trump would crack with that vast work alone , Nor any Pipe can sound his praise besides his own . His Brother - Glyster-pipe , that do's ascend , And almost meet half-way at t' other end ; ( New method for Impaling ! ) ne're could do , That good of one side , which this can of Two : My Ambodexter either way will go , Now Struts above , now humbly creeps below ; Above its Virtues , ne're admitted strife , Below 't is said that once it sav'd a Life . For , when One in that speaking Trumpet spoke , He laugh'd so long till his Imposthume broke : Up to its proper place we 'll now return't , ( But wipe it first , or if you please , let●s burn't ! For the Tooth-ake 't is a specifick aid , g For every Amorous Boy , or Lovesick Maid : An hundred Med'cins us●d and us●d in vain , By each Old Woman taught to ' asswage the pain ; By each Old Woman , who their Vertues try'd , Forty ' year ago , when her third Husband dy'd ; Apply the Pipe ! this Instrument will cure , h The Surgeons Fire , or Pincers scarce so sure , Tho' they the most effectual Method take ; Cut off the Head , I 'll warn't no more 't will Ach , This gently heals , while Chrystal streams distill , As from the Mother-Rock some plenteous Rill , ( Tho not , like that , enough to drive a Mill. Thence Chrstal Streams with gentle murmures flow , i Where little Nimphs may play , for ought we know , Fine Tod-pole Nymphs soon rotten and soon ripe , With tapring Tails like Sire Tobacco-pipe ; k Like those which Virtuoso Glasses spy , A thousand times less than a lusty Lowses eye : Sometimes another way to work 't will go , Up spouts a Deluge from the Abyss below ; This Physick is more safe , ( tho' not so fine , ) Than Bumpers , crown'd too oft with sprightly Wine : A Glass is not a better cure than that , For Care , or Toothach , both of which would kill a Cat ; But if we sad experience credit may , The Pipe 's o' th' Two by far the surer way . No Brawls , no Wounds , nor Bangs , nor Scars appear , With such as will discreetly frollick here : But Wine , confounded Wine one can't miscall , Wine on a Poets word , 's the Deel and all ; 〈◊〉 That Fiend , when conjured up , I tell you true , Even with Tobacco-pipes can murders do . Wine , that mad Bully , for a painted Drabb , With these blunt swords e're now has giv'n a Stabb . When such as use my Pipe but wisely will , Employ its Aid to cure and not to kill ; Not Bezoar stone , nor that miraculous Horn , Which decks the strange Invisible Vnicorn : Can deadly Poysons subtle streams , as well , As my Tobacco-pipe , when charg'd expell . l The long-liv●d Harts medicamental Breath , Gives himself Aid , and the blew Vipe● Death ; So , if this Sov'raign Antidote you try , On Spiders , streight they swell and burst , and Dye ; To what e're luckless Post the Plague advance , m 'T will chase it thence , like Tires of Ordinance : n Tho' all around with bloomy Deaths beset , Here is the never failing Amulet ; Tho' in the Cart with bloated Corps you lay , o Like the blind-Piper , you might rise , and play : Fenc't but with this Tobacco-pipe , — And when long hence you bless the welcome stroke , Then , when the Pipe is out , your Glass is broke ; The Pipe , the immortal pipe if us'd before , To after-Years transmit● your Glory 's o're ; For that can best ( as you may quickly prove Settle the Wit , as Pudding settles Love. ●Twill fix your Iudgment , render grave and sage , And make the Reason overtake the Age : For this his wondring Servants us'd to lay , p Before a Lord full thirty Pipes a Day ; With this was Herebord acquainted ; when He smoakt , and writ , and spit , and smoakt again . Poets the Glass with Fancy do's inspire , The Pipe mounts our Philosopher far higher ; And moulds him Syllogisms , tough , and strong , And polishes his Labours all along . Demosthenes his works o' th' Lamp did smell , His o' th' Tobacco-pipe , and that 's as well ; And least he should be idle forc'd to stand , When for a prop , it askt his Helping hand ; Like such a Scholar , he , with wondrous skill , q Did a fine Hole thro' greasy Beavor drill ; And when the' ●ngenious Mechanism was done , Upon that Rest in 〈◊〉 plants his Gun. Sure when Prometheus climb'd above the Poles , Sliely to learn their art of making Souls ; When of his Fire he fretting Iove did wipe , He stole it thence in a Tobacco-pipe : Which predispos'd to live , as down he ran , By the Souls Plastic power from Clay was turn'd to Man , And what , even now will make it seem more like , r Some sparks remain in 't still , if you ' l but strike : This had , i th' dark the smoaking Drunkard known , That he 'd so much about him of his own ; He never would for the cold Glow-worm grope , s Puffing his Pipe in vain with Fire I hope ! Not only with dull usefulness content , This Engine too is fit for Ornament : When wooing Cockny's Locks will curl no more Than his Good natur'd Fathers horns before ; When Christmass Box with little Wool is big , And Barber will not trust him for a Wig : When all means fail , what think ye in the end , But the Tobacco-pipe must prove his Friend ? On this , till Half-asleep , with pains , and care , Ten-times as long as at his yawning prayer , In dainty Frizz he twists his frighted Hair. Hair , which would make Alecto's Vipers start , With whose sure Ropes he 'l noose his n'own sweet-heart : Whether she rolls to Hampton in a Boat , With gaudy-yellow-Tabby-Petticoat ; Or mounting the Exchange , she bridles in The dainty Dewlaps of her portly Chin ; Still younkers charming , dangling Locks inspire , Like any Squibb , whole streams of amorous fire ; And the warm wamblings of unnam'd Desire . Peaceful Tobacco-pipes none ought to scorn , Which can defend , and not alone adorn ; When unprovok'd 't is true , They 're soft , and tame , And only big with calm , with Lambent Flame : So does the Jolly Cannons cheerly roar , On bright high-days salute the cluster'd Shore ; But in stearn war spews loads of deadly flame , As much a Lyon now , as once a Lamb. So these when with no other weapons sped , Have many serv'd instead of murdring Lead ; 'T will either lead , or drive , and makes with ease , Either a Mould , or Bullet , which you please . When Hercules at old Evanders house , Reform'd from cutting Throats , to keeping Cows ; t Cacus thought it not fair one should have all , And kindly dragg'd some of his Heard to Stall : The Heroe swears to find his Victuals stole ; And tracks at last , the subtle Fox to Hole : u Whose charg'd Tobacco-pipe as soon as come , Smoaks even his Hunter out of house and home ; This was his Sword , and this was his defence , Frighting poor Hang-dog , Club and all from thence : x Heroick pipe ! worthy both Pipes and Tabours ! Thou' rt Cock of Hercules and all his Labours . And now to relish a long Winters Tale , O for a Nut-brown Cup of Christmass Ale ! But all the craft's in getting it ; 't is froze , And drops scarce half so fast as Moyster Nose : The Pipe to Pot was ever kind and true , And that or nothing must the business do ; Heat it Red hot and change it for a Tap , 'T will quickly thro' the Chrystall force a Gap. Now bring the Boles , drink in your own defence ! For now a new born River bubbles thence ; This ever has the safest Course been found , To giv 't a Gl●ster , when the Hogs-heads bound . Let stiff Don-Diego load the lowsie Brush , That hedges in his mouth with snotty Snush : In vain he the far nobler smoaker mocks , And in one Knick-knack wears both Pipe and Box , New fangl●d London thus perhaps may do , And ●●ke old Misses , leave old Friends for new : The West is the Tobacco-pipes chief Throne , He there like Saxon Monarchs reigns alone : Wild-Irish-Brats , as soon as Breath they draw , Are dos'd with a kind Cup of Vsquebagh . Discretion bids us learn where e're we can , Since wiser Brutes have often tutor'd Man ; y Thus Western Children , tho' not quite so ripe , As theirs , are wean'd on a Tobacco-pipe : This does the Sucking Bottles place supply , 'T is Pap-Meat when They 're hungry , drink when dry ; When hot this cools , this warms when They 're a-cold ; z A perfect Kolmacho for Young , and Old ; The Child with ne're a Tooth , and the Old Crone , Whose two black Stumps check such as say she has n●ne : Who , crept thro' fourscore year , with care , and pain , Has made a shift to grow a Child again . The Miner there , with an Implicite Faith , a Credi●ing what his Vpper-neighbour saith ; Who seldom taking pains to Look abroad , Believes a Sun as he believes a God : For the Companion of his Hopes and Fears , Takes a Tobacco-pipe , ●well struck in years ; b O●d as himself , lam'd by som● Hurle●s rage , Short , and 〈◊〉 repid grown with nameless age , Still like some Sea-worn Cliff , it lesser grows , Just matcht at last to his Commodious Nose : With this , nor was sweet Orpheus arm'd a well ' With Harp , with this he si●ks almost to Hell. By some strange chance , from an old plunder'd Vein , c Like Tyrian Pick-axe , brought to Light again : See where 't is fall'n among a Ring of Boys , Who from it blow thin worlds of gaudy Joys . Fine , soon-ripe Bubbles , Alamode , and Gay , Dress't in the Glory 's of the blooming Day : Bright as Court-Madam , tho' they hardly be , Perhaps as tender , or as frail as she ; Created both by Breath , both upwards born , Proud in the Beautys of the Rainbow Morn : And thus , when sailing thro' the heavier Skys , By Breath 't was made and liv'd , by Breath it dyes ; And that same Blast on which it self it rears , Dasnes● the airy Iewell into Tears . A Wondrous turn ! my pipe at last ( You see ! ) Is Pulpit grown , and preaches Vanity ; 'T is sign he 's sick — Rogues at the fatal day , Thus curses use to ' unlearn , and learn to pray : Then from some careless Boys's loose hand he flyes , And tumbles down , and Breaks his Neck , and dyes . NOTES . ( a ) [ Than ten Bath Faggots , or Scotch-warming Pan. ] The Bath Faggots are so notorious for their exceeding Littleness , that two of 'em were carry'd thence in a Gentlemans Portmantean as far as Cornwall for a Rarity , one of which , to this Day ( or very lately ) hangs up there for a Sign . [ Scotch - warming-pan ] is the Hostesses brown Daughter . ( b ) [ Like the Coco-Tree , is good , — For Physick , or for Rayment , or for Food . ] See the Divine Herberts Poem on Providence . [ The Indian Nut alone — Is Meat , Drink , Cordage , Sayling , all in one . ] ( c ) [ All you experimental men of Thought . ] Sowse ! comes the Critick with a Dilemma a top of this poor Verse ; if [ Experimental ] quo ' he ; how [ Men of Thought ] ? Why to give a civil Answer to a civil Question — The Experiments must be thought on , and scolded , and quarrell'd for too , both before and after they are made . ( d ) [ Made up of I's , and O's , and A's , and B's . ] Letters often put for References in Engins , from the Picture to the Explanation , — and here , Mr. Reader , take notice , were I in my Sobers Sences , writing Reasonable prose , I should not be so sawcy to reflect on those great , worthy Persons ; But 't will here I hope be taken only for a little Spice of Furor Poeticus . ( e ) [ Those who at first invented Corn , and Wine . ] Ceres , and Bacchus worship'd in most places of the Pagan World. ( f ) [ Whose casual Knocks , — On the Anvile , first found out a Tinderbox . ] Vulcan , who being the god both of Fire , and all Iron-work , 't is to be suppos'd invented that necessary piece of Houshold-stuff ; at least there 's as good Record for his making this as Aeneas's Armour . ( g ) [ For every Amorous Boy , or Love-sick Maid . ] Among other new Discoveries in Philosophy , this is universally now receiv'd — That Love is the cause of Tooth-ach . ( h ) [ The Surgeons Fire , or Pincers scarce so sure . ] For the Toothach , ( besides the present Remedy sold under the Exchange ) some burn a Vein in the Ear — and if that fails — Out with 't ! ( i ) [ Where little Nymphs may play for ought we know . — ( k ) [ Like those which Vertuoso Glasses spy , A thousands times less than a lusty Lowses eye . ] This is not to be understood , without stepping into the new World of Microscopes : where among the rest , One Mr. ( what 's his hard name ? ) Lewenhoec , a Dutchman , discovered in Rain-water Animalentes consisting of six Globubs , two horns , and a tapering Tayl ; one of 'em , a thousand times less than the eye of a Fat Louse : vid Transactions of Royal Society . — Vol. eleventh , p. 821. ( l ) [ The long-liv'd Hart 's medicamental Breath . ] Natural Historians report of the Hart , that by the force of its Breath , Serpents are ferretted out of their holes , on which it feeds for Physick : vid. Guillems Heraldry . ( m ) [ 'T will chase it thence , like Tires of Ordinance . ] At a certain City , either in Germany , or France ( Tournay or Towres I think 't was ) when the Plague was begun , by the command of the Magistrate all the Guns on the Walls were several times discharg'd together , which purified the Air , and remov'd the Sickness . ( n ) [ Tho' all around with bloomy Deaths beset . ] I have heard of one , in the great Plague at London — 65. That going over a pit where many of the Dead were heap't in , perceiv'd a bloomy smell to arise thence , faint , like that of White Roses — He went home , told the story , made nothing of 't , but in a day or two sicken'd and dy'd of the same disease . ( o ) [ Like the Blind-piper , you might rise and play . ] His story is known to most , sure , that know London : Lying dead drunk he was thrown up in a Cart of the dead , in the Plague-time ; when he woke he fell a playing , just as he was tumbling into Pit-hole , and so scape't . ( p ) [ Before a Lord , full thirty Pipes a day . ] A London Lord , who every Morning made his People fill him thirty Pipes , and lay 'em for service in his Study . ( q ) [ Did a fine Hole thro' greasiy Beaver drill . ] The famous Herebord is reported to be a great Friend to the Tobacco-pipe : but wanting his Hand to turn the Leaves , invented a way to rest his Pipe thro' a Hole in the Brim of his Hat. ( r ) [ Some Sparks remain in 't still , if you but strike . ] A Tobacco-pipe strikes fire on a Cane — But that 's not all — In the Translation of the Academy del Cimento , p. 159. Tobacco-pipes , if broken in the Night emit sparkles like a Flint . ( s ) [ Puffing his Pipe in vain with — Fire I hope . ] A drunken fell●w riding home by night with a Pipe in 's Mouth , at last spyd a Glowworm on the ground , and when his Pipe was out , alights , and holds it to the Glow-worm to light it . [ In dainty Friz he hoists his frighted Hair , ] — Experto crede Roberto ? ( t ) [ Cacus thought it not fair one should have all : ] See Virg. Aeneads . Hercules turn'd Grazier , and fed his Cows near Cacus his Den , who dragg'd some of 'em backwards into his Hole : — Hercules , as an honest man should , very careful of his Cattle , makes a Shift to track him , by the help of the Calves . What do me Cacus but as you ' l find next note . ( u ) [ With charg'd Tobacco-pipe , as soon as come . ] This is the most probable conjecture to be made of Cacus his defence — 't is plain he smoak't Hercules away — 'T is very likely 't was with a pipe of of Tobacco . See Virgil else . Faucibus ingentem fumum mirabile dictu , Evomit , involvitque domum caligine caecâ , Prospectum eripiens oculis . — A very Periphrasis for Tobacco . ( x ) [ — Pipe worthy both Pipes and Tabours . ] Cry ye mercy for the Pun ! but I could'n for my Heart get e're another Ryme . ( y ) [ Thus Western Children , &c. Are Wean'd on a Tobacco-pipe . ] 'T is common in some parts of the West , for Children , no higher than their Lace-peels , to sit Working and Smoaking . ( z ) [ A perfect Kolmacho for Young and Old. ] Kolmacho is an hard word — ( In English ( all heal ) given to a new invented Cordial . ( a ) [ Crediting what his Vpper-Neighbours saith . ] 'T is the Custom among the Spaniards , for their Slaves to continue ever in the Mines . Every body knows not to the contrary of the Cornish Miners — such as do , I 'd entreat 'em to hold their peace and not spoil a fancy . ( b ) [ Lam'd by some Hurlers rage . ] Scarce ever an Hurling but some or more are lamed or kill'd — ( Ware Critick here ! ) ( c ) [ Like Tyrian Pick-axe , brought to Light again . ] Here 's a fair opportunity to show ones Learning , and read half an hour on Barat-anack , and Cassiterides , but I shall only tell such as don 't know 't better than my self , that the Tyrians came hither for Tin , and some of their Brazen Instruments have been found in Old Mines . On a COW's TAIL . THou who didst round Cecropian Pastures rove , Turn'd Bull , an horny and an hairy Iove ! a ( Tho' sure that shape had better serv'd than now , When beauteous Io was transform'd to Cow ) b Who a meer Brute did'st of meer Thunder make , A four-leg'd Lover for Europa's sake ; And when thy purchase was from shore conveigh'd , ( The shining Cargo of a Royal Maid ) Did'st to a Rudder turn thy well-hung Tayl , Whil'st her loose flowing Garments serv'd for Sayl : Pilot my tottering Bark with Aid Divine , Vent'ring thro' Seas far more unknown than thine ! Help me in my Cows Tail , the rest shall be Part of a grateful Hecatomb to Thee . c The Tail full oft above the Head prevails , And Heaven and Earth resound the Praise of Tails . See where in Heaven the Dog 's bright Tall does shine , A Cynosure not half so long as mine : On Earth walk where you will , in every place , One Tayl or other slaps you o're the Face . The Kingly Lyon whirls his Sceptral Train , Roaring at the encountring Gnat in vain ; The Victor Gnat in the next Fight does fail , And drops beneath the Cow's all-conquering Tail ; That Tail which kills whate'r it's force withstand● As sure 's a Club , — in Hercules's hand 's . When the mad Dog-star scatters sultry Bea●● And drives the tossing Herd to shades and Streams ; Armys of Flys , of different Notes and Wings , Goad 'em all ore with their vexatious stings ; Vainly does now the bare-dock't Horse complain , And wish for his dismember'd Tail again ; Who of his Freedom us'd before to boast , Then gain'd , when such a Burden he had lost . ( So the sly Fox , who of his Tail could mak●● Hook , Net and Line , at every Brook and Lake ▪ And when too faint he the hot Hunter flyes● With pissen Tail strike out the Terrior's Eyes 〈◊〉 When not so well he from the Trap had fled , But with his Tail compounded for his Head ; To scape his salt Companions Mockery , He 'd have 'em tail-less all as well as he . ) e But now the Cow with brandish'd Tail falls on , Proclaiming open War with Accaron ; Millions of Insect-Warriors at her fly , Millions of Insect-Warriors murmuring dye . So falls a murdering Chain-shot whizzing round , ( Amazing , like less dreadful Thunder's sound ) When thro' a Troop of Iron Horsemen born , Beneath the Reaper's Hook so drops the Corn. So when the scaly Lord of fruitful Nile , The dreadful Spear-contemning Crocodile , Is by his trembling Enemies beset , Trusting in vain a feeble Dart or Net ; With his Tail 's Whisk he long-long Ranks o'rethrows , f And stalks in Triumph o're his prostrate Foes . The Turks when they 'll their Enemies assail , g For a red Flag hang out an Horse's Tail : Unjustly done , when it must be confess 't From this , the Cow's the far more valiant Beast . But if from cloudy Wars we start away To downy Pleasure's happy Sun-shine day , There the Cow's Tail does other Tails surpass As far as the brisk Horse the lazy Ass. This the sage Priests of mighty Apis knew , What e'r the rude unthinking Vulgar do . Apis is gone ; heark the lamenting Crowd Raving about , bellow his loss aloud : Apis is gone , nor can their Tears prevail ; h Yet they 'd not care , had he but left his Tail. i Priests , Prince and People search the Stalls around , Until the happy , happy Tail is found , Whilst every trembling Son of Nile prepares T' adore the sacred Tail with two white Hairs . k Nor less should th' Indian this blest Relique prize , Without whose kind support he sinks and dies . Where Orellana's Sea-like Waters lave l The steepy Banks with a resounding Wave , Or De-la-plata's headlong Flood-gates roar , m Rolling fresh Oceans down each mouldring Shore ; Where no proud Bridge dares the wild River ride , At a Cow's Tail the Indian stemms the Tide ; n Ferry'd without expence of Coin or Breath , Safe , tho' but a hairs length 'twixt him and Death : Safer than Damocles , when at the Board o A single Hair sustain'd the shining Sword. Ladys by the soft Magic of their Eyes , Like Angels , wafting thro' the scattering Skys , Weak prostrate Mortals dazle and surprize . From Head to Foot , their Charms , their Port and State , A Cow's Tail to the life does imitate . Have you e're seen a Nymph at some bright Hall , In a Triumphant Masquerade or Ball , Move soft and smooth like Gales of Western Wind , Whilst her loose flowing Train sweeps far behind ; Even so , believ 't , the Cow's Tail dangles down , Like supernumerary piece of Gown : The Ancients or Historians Lies have told , p Pure Carrots call'd pure Threds of beaten Gold : Tho' Goats Pulvilio's hardly ranker smell , Nor any wrizzled Succubus of Hell : But all which to our nicer World appear ●or Marks of Beauty , all concenter here ; The Tail 's Complexion is a lovely Fair , Shaded around with charming cole-black hair . Now , Tail right Worshipful ! I 'l lead thee home , As great as conquering Scipio entring Rome ; Thee to a place of rest I 'l calmly bear , Like Turkey Rams in a triumphant Carr. q For such as faults with my Cow's Tail have found , Here 's a fair Rump ; — Genteels ! you 're welcom round ▪ Hur Cow shall now with any Cow compare ; Let any say hur Cow is hurs , that dare . r NOTES . ( a ) [ Turn'd Bull , an horny and an hairy Iove . ] See the Tale of Jupiter ' s transmogrifying his Divinity into a Bull for the love of Europa , 〈◊〉 every Post-dawber's in Town ! — but rarely described in Lucian , in a Dialogue between Notus and Zephyrus . Quaere , in this case , as was said in another of the fighting Bishop : If ● Butcher had here sawcily knock'd down the Bull , what had become of the God-ship ? ( b ) [ When beauteous Io was transform'd to Cow. ] Related in the authentick Chronicle of Ovid● Metamorphosis . — The Chapter and Vers● you may find at your leisure . ( c ) [ Part of a grateful Hecatomb to thee . ] This — Hecatomb is an hard Greek word , usually taken for a Sacrifice of an hundred Oxen. — But tho' mine be a Cow , every body won't see the Bull in the case . ( d ) [ A Cynosure not half so long as mine . ] The Constellation call'd the little Bear , in Greek is Cynosura , which is in plain English , Dogs-Tail . ( e ) [ Proclaiming open War with Accaron . ] The God of Flyes , — The same with Belzebub in sacred , and Muyoides , and Jupiter Apomuyus in Profane Authors . Vid. Cowley ' s Annotations on Plagues of Aegypt , p. 82. " And Accaron , the Aiery Prince , led on their various Host. ( f ) [ With his Tail 's whisk he long-long Ranks o'rethrows , That Creature is reported to have a prodigious force in his Tail , with which he sweeps down whate're comes near . ( g ) [ The Turks , when they ' l their Enemies assail , For a red Flag , hang out an Horse's Tail. ] This is a Custom common with them to the Tartar , and many other of those barbarous Nations . If I misremember not , they deduce this Custom from their great Ottoman , the top of the Oguzian Family . ( h ) [ Apis is gone , nor can their Tears prevail , ] ( i ) [ Yet they 'd not care , had ●e but left his Tail. The Aegyptians worshipping an Oxe , is not orious ; nay , that was one of their Di majorum Gentium ; their Saints and little sucking Gods , were Rats , Birds , Cats ; and Leeks , Onions , ( Welch Deities . ) But the manner of Devoti●on to their Oxe , under the name of Apis , Serapis , Isis , Osiris , — made even that too as extravagant as all the rest . Among other Perquisites necessary for the Election of a new God , which was every year after they had drown'd the old ; one indispensable was , — Two peculiar Hairs , and no more , on the Tail ; — But why no more , nor less , as Dr. Fuller says , the Devil knows . This too explains the Verse following ; ( k ) [ T' adore the sacred Tail with two white Hairs . ] ( l , m ) Ovellana , and Delaplata , Two famous Rivers in the Indys . ( n ) [ At a Cow's Tail the Indian stemms the Tide . ] Thus Peter Martyr in his Decads . — He says , 't is common with the Indians to tye a Stick cross-ways at the Tail of a Cow , and seating themselves thereon , drive her into the water ; who being used to the sport , swins very faithfully with the Cargo behind . — If any doubt of the truth on 't , 't is but stepping over for a day or two to the Indys , and they may be speedily satisfy'd . ( o ) [ Safer than Damocles , when at the Board , A single Hair sustain'd the shining Sword. ] Damocles one of Dyonisius's Flatterers , admiring the Tyrant's felicity , was by his order to taste what 't was , adorn'd with the Royal Robes , and waited on as a Prince ; but for the sharp sawce with his sweet meat , when thus in all his Grandezza , at Table , a naked Sword was hung over his Head , ty'd only by a Hair , which soon spoil'd his sport , and made him glad of liberty again . ( p ) [ Pure Carrots call'd pure Threads of beaten Gold. ] Yellow hair was accounted a great piece of Beauty , not only by the old Romans , and that part of the World ; but here in England too : Among other Receipts for finifying the face , &c. in an old English Book , there 's a way to make the Hair yellow . ( q ) [ Like Turkey Rams in a Triumphant Carr. ] Mr. Sands and others that write of the Eastern Countrys , describe a kind of Sheep there , whose Tails weigh forty-pound a piece , and are alway drawn af●er 'em by a little Cart. ( r ) [ Let any say hur Cow is hurs , that dare . ] Alluding to a Story of a Welch-man who stole a Cow with a cut Tail , and brou●ht it to Market , but artificially sew'd on anther Tail ; — The owner sees it at the Market , lo●ks wistly on 't , and concludes , if it had not a Ta●l too much , he durst swear 't was his own : At this hur Welch Plud draws hur Knife , cuts the Tail off above the place where 't was sow'd on , throws t'other piece into the River , and bids him now own it if he dar'd . The Lyar. FOR Naked Truth let others write , And fairly prove that Black 's not white ; Quarrel and scold , then scratch and bite , Till They 're with Cuffing weary : Give me a Lye , trickt neat and gay , As fine as any Hedge in May ! Most think so too , altho' they 'll say , Perhaps , the clean contrary . The Courtier first is counted rude , If he 's with Lying unendu'd ; Nay , when he 's in his Altitude , He gives it Oaths for Clenching : The brisk and young sowre Truth despise , And kick her back to th' Old and Wise ; Wenching's the Gallant 's Life , a Lye's The very Life of Wenching . Room for the Man of Parchment next , Whose Comments so confound the Text , And Truth 's High-road so much perplext , One scarce can e're get at it ; With his own practice not content , He 'll either quote , or he ' l invent , He 'll find or make a President , And gravely lie by Statute . Next the poor Scholar loaden comes With packs of Sentences and Summs , Scratches his Head , and bites his Thumbs , For Truth is all his vigour ; Like Lynceus self , O who but he a The Essences of things can see ; When he deceives but orderly , And lies in Mood and Figure . Who but the Poet ought t' appear I' th end ? who should bring up the Rear , But he who without Wit or Fear Lays on his Lyes by Clusters ? Never of sneaking Truth afraid , He 'll her with open Arms invade , And dreadful Armies in his Aid Of his own Hero's musters . Well , since on all sides 't is confest , A quiet life must needs be best ; who 'd think it hard to purchase rest By such a small complying ? Let him that will speak Truth for me ! Truth the worst Incivilitie ! I 'd rather in the Fashion be , Since all the World 's for Lying . NOTES . ( a ) [ Like Lynceus self , &c. This Mr. Lynceus was , you must know , a mighty quick-sighted fellow ; — He could see thro' Walls , Houses , — and Ships at Sea , at the greatest distance , and — But that 's enough already to believe at once . On a Hat broke at Cudgels ; " And then like greasie Coraubeck , " Pinn'd up behind — no scabby Neck To shew Sr. — ( The Ramble . ) NO silly Frog , nor Mouse , no Snake nor Gnat , Hag-rides my Muse , 't is an unlucky Hat , Whose sudden Rise , and Fall I mean to tell : O for a Dose of the Castalian Well , a The Tunbridge of Olympus ! well may I My whistle wet , for sure the Subject's dry . At School of Hat I 've made a Pitcher trim , And suck't sweet Water from its greasie brim ; But tho' it ●ent ●o th' Well so oft before , At last 't is crac●'t , alas ! and holds no more . Of all the Coverings which have e're been found , Or black , or blew , or green , or square , or round , Crowns lin'd with Thorns , ( with Reverence be it sed , ) Beavers with Wigg , a Felt with Logger-head ; High Cap of Maintenance , low Cap of Fool , High Cardinals Cap , low Cover of Close-stool ; Little or great , broad , narrow , course or fine , Ne're was such an unlucky Hat as mine . When Mr. Haberdasher was content For many a supple Cringe and Complement , To trust me for 't at Interest twelve per Cent. From some good-natur'd Friend , I know not who , I made a shift to wring an Hat-band too . Now all that see me wondring round me stand , Like Nunckle quite disguiz'd in a clean Band. As if to N. or M. I backwards came , They on me stare , and ask me what 's my name ? They dream I 'm grown pileo don●tus , free b From rusty Chains of lowsie Poetry : But all their kind surmizes were in vain ; Nature held fast , I soon grew Cat again . ● A Cudgel splits the Brim , new Lights surprize The sudden Breach , and blind my dazzled Eyes ; Then lest the Fissure should a mark be sed Of Satan's cloven Foot upon a Poet's Head ; Some gentle Lad an 't please ye ! overkind , Like Bully - Hec's , buttons it up behind . Well , he deserv'd each angry Muses Curse , For this but made the better side the worse . 'T was tuckt so close , My Honour seem'd to be One of Quevedo's Knights of th' Industrie . d Thus had you seen 't , you might be bold to swear , Armies of hungry Rats had feasted there . Since Charity saves him from just Vengeance , all My teen on the unlucky Hat must fall , Whose Traytorous Ancestors by Kings command , Were with the Cardinals exil'd the Land. e Those golden days , those happy dayes of Yore , When honest Caps the brightest Courtier wore , May they come in agen , and quite displace , With luckier Omens , all thy luckless race . May'st thou , if that be possible , sink down Below the Scandal of a Poet's Crown , In Healths toss't up , pawn'd e're the Reckning's pay'd ▪ Then in the Kennel by thy Master lay'd : Then cry'd about with an old Coat or Shoe , Be ever travelling , like the wandring Iew ! f Nor will I ever call thee back agen , Till Poets are made Lords , or Aldermen . NOTES . ( a ) [ O for a Dose of the Castalian Well! ] In Poetical Jargon this is only a Variation of Helicon ; but the downright meaning is , — a Glass of good Canary . ( b ) [ They dream I 'm grown pileo donatus . ] To give the Slave liberty of wearing a Hat , was either a Token or Formality of his Freedom . ( c ) [ Nature held fast , I soon grew Cat again . ] Alluding to the Fable of the Cat turn'd into a Woman , who running even then after Mice , was again returned to the place from whence she came . ( d ) [ One of Quevedo's Knights of th' Industrie . ] In Quevedo's [ Buscon , ] or a kind of a Spanish Rogue , he has a pleasant description of a Fraternity who honour'd another with the most Noble order of Knights of the Industrie . Among other fancies this was one ; — They button'd their Hats of one side , only because the Rats had eat away all that Brim . ( e ) [ Werewith the Cardinals exil'd the Land. ] In King Henry eighth's time , either an Order , or an Act was made , that none should presume , what ever figure he bare , to wear any Hat , but only woollen Caps then all in use . ( f ) [ Be ever Travelling like the Wandring Iew. ] This wandring Jew , ( if there be any Truth in Ballads , as I hope none that reads this questistion ) ever since the Death of Christ has been trotting round the World : For fuller satisfaction consult the Penny Chronicle of his Life . A Covetous old Fellow having taken occasion to hang himself a little ; another comes in , in the nick , and cuts him down ; but instead of Thanking him for his Life , he accuses him for spoyling the Rope . YOu Dog ! y' ha' spoyl'd my Rope ! 't was strong , and tight , And cost I 'me sure a Groat but to'ther Night ; A good substantial Rope to give its Due , 'T would hold an hundred heavier Rogues than You. I 'll swear the Peace ! I stood in fear o' my Life ; He vi & armis came ; he brought a Knife ; With which , tho' I for certain cannot know 't , I doubt the Villain meant to cut my Throat . How e're he spoil'd my Goods , the best I had , He cut my Rope I' me sure , and that 's as bad ; I 'll trounce the Rogue ; I 'll try from Court to Court , If there be any Law in England for 't : Must such an Arbitrary Cur as he , Divest one of ones Right , and Property ? No — if the Iudge such tricks as these allows , A Man shan't hang himself in his own House : And who dreads not such presidents as that ? Nay , 't is in vain ! I 'll ne're referr't , That 's flat . When sweetly dangling 'twixt the Earth and Sky , I was rappt up in Hempen-Extasie ; ( Which all who view'd my lovely Snowt might know , ) When all my dreggs of Man were dropt below : The envious wretch dragg'd back my Stareing Soul , Just clambring up against the steepy Pole , And when with Liberty grown free and Wild , Chain'd it to a Corps , ( an 't please ye ! ) all defil'd , What Soul alive for both the Indys riches , Would e're descend to such a pair of Breeches ? Le ts hang him up for saving me , and then If e're I cut him down , e'ne hang me up agen ! ( a ) On a Supper of a Stinking Ducks . COme all you brisk Lads that have ever been seen , At the place that you wot of hight ▪ — Clerken-well-Green ! b First of all Merry Mac come and taste our good cheer , For our Hearts will all vibrate thy Lyricks to hear . One and all run and Saddle your Cane , or your Beast , And hasten full speed to the bountiful Feast ! In pow'rful Gambado's , or finical Boot ; In a thrid-bare old Cloak , or a new Sur le tout ! Or flaming with Fringe , or meek Kid on your Hand , With blustering Cravat , or reverent Band ! Both peaceable Hazle , and Kill-devil Steel , Both Tory-Bamboo , and Fanatick-Brazeel ! c Remember Batts Axiom , your Curtlass prepare ! Whet Stomachs , and Knives ! Here 's a Bill of the Fare ; Here 's Duck upon Duck , for no more you must look ; If you 'll have any more you must go to the Cook. I tell you the Truth , and I tell you no lye ! They shine and 't were Butter , or Stars in the Sky : Zich glorry-vatt Ducks but zildom are zean , d Whore shou'd they be bore but about Taunton-Dean . If they stink Mrs. Muse your nice Nose you may hold ! Disparage 'em not for They 're bought , and They 're sold ; e Consider as cheap of the Poulter they had 'em , As e're of the Higler — ( the Servant ! ) &c. Here Dick , Black — Bess for thy absence should frown , f Look over thy Shoulder , and ' tweak off their Down : But prythee deal gently , for 't would be no Wonder , They 're so soft , and so young , if they fall all-asunder . 'T is true I confess , if my Nostrils can tell , They send out a kind of a Civity smell : Yet more then a Bustard the Poulter might prize one Like them , for their flavour like pasty Venizon ▪ Some will say they 've a whiff like a Worm-eaten Bitch , g Or a Tartar R●goo , ready dresst in a Ditch : h Or a cleanly blue-Pig — but ne're keck honest fellow ! For They 're wholesome enow , tho' a little too mellow . i They 're black , but where Indians do paint the De'el White , That colour be sure 's most heavenly sight : k They dropt from the Moon out of Breath , and the Thumps Which they took on the Ground have discolour'd their Rumps . l Cozen Iohn ! 't had been better if y' had not been so fickle , But in our Garden-Cellar had laid 'em in pickle ▪ Tho' the Cook says They 're sweet , I 'll venture engage her , That the Ducks should ha' stunk with the T — 's for a Wager . Pothecary's Bills have full often half broke us , m With chargeable Vomits of Cardu●s and Crocus : When these Ducks from the Bum-gut to Keckhorn would draw , And like a Turn'd — Pudding-bag empty the Maw ; O Spirits of Arm-pits , and Essence of Toes ! O Hogo of Vlcers , and Hospital Nose ! O Devils Dung fragant , and tarrifi'd feather , With Snuff , and with Carrion , Ana , jumbled together ! n O Jelly of Toads ! India's hasty-Pudding ! O Playsters of Issues champt down o' the sudden ! With fat blubby Pease , that are grimy all o're , Thick butter'd with delicate matter and Gore ! Well! If these you survive , I 'll believe 't is no Fable , o That Indians gut Adders , and bring 'em to Table : But after , if your Pest ' lent●Breath sally on us , Wee 'll get to the Windward , or Mercy upon us ! p Hoyst 'em up with a Rope at the Fire ! 't is no matter , Tho' they drop in the dripping , and crawl in the Platter ; So do's the sweet Phaenix on Frankincense-Faggot , q Sit roasting her self till she turn to a Maggot . NOTES . ( a ) [ On a Supper of a Stinking Ducks . ] The story thus — At a Clubb of Younkers , after a Frost a couple of Wild-Ducks were bought . A thaw coming the day after , these having before been frozen hard , fell in , appear'd all black , and stunk most harmoniously — yet , that nothing good might be wasted , the Purchasers dress't 'em , and eat the first pretty nimbly , not staying to tast it ; but by that time , C●lon being a little pacifi'd , advancing to the second , it drove 'em all off , and was given a decent burial at last in the Boghouse . ( b ) [ First of all Merry Mac come and taste our good cheer ! ] The name of one Gentleman belonging to the Club , old excellent at Lyric verse , which you may learn from the next line . ( c ) [ Remember Bats Axiom , &c. In the ingenious Dr. Bat upon Bat — 't is thus — " It is a Law that holds with Saint , and Sinner , " That he that has no Knife should have no Dinner . ( d ) [ Whore shou'd they be bore but about Taunton-Dean . ] The Ducks were caught in a decoy-pond in Sommerset-shire , and that Country having , 't is probable their Bellys , or Noses full of 'em , were transported to London for Sale. ( e ) [ Consider as cheap of the Poulter they had 'em , As e're of the Higler — ( the Servant , ) &c. ] Here is certainly some mistake in the Copy , and something or other is wanting to Rhyme to [ Had 'em ] which the Reader is desired , ( if he can ) to correct with his Pen. ( f ) [ Look over thy Shoulder , and ●tweak off their Down . ] For had he lookt foreright his Nose had been so egregiously affronted there could be no enduring it . ( g ) A Tartar Ragoo , ready dress't in a Ditch . ] A Dead Horse , on which , after 't has been airing in a Ditch for a Fortnight , or a Month , the Tartars will revel , as if 't were the fattest old Barren Doe in Christendom . ( h ) [ Or a cleanly Blew-Pig . ] For satisfaction in that Story consult the Poem concerning it ! ( i ) [ They 're black , but where Negro's do paint the De'el White . ] A humour of theirs notorious , of whom the Poet — " Who , in contempt , will paint the Devil White : Tho' by his leave and mine too , whatever they think of White Devils , or White Men , 't is certain they are old Dogs at White-Women , who , for some certain Reasons , ( such as made Apuleius gracious ) best known to themselves , are not behind hand in Loving them , perhaps because their Complexions differ . ( k ) [ They dropt from the Moon out of Breath . ] 'T is the opinion of some Learned men , ( too great and grave to be affronted with seeing their Names here ) That Wild-fowl , Storks , Woodcocks , &c. fly away at the Winters end to the Moon , or some Islands in the Air near it ; and thence at Winter return again . Who knows what may be ? ( l ) [ Cozen Iohn , 't had been better , &c. — Garden-Cellar had laid 'em in pickle . ] One of the Company , sometimes known by that Name , was at first for giving 'em their Nunc dimittis into Boghouse . ( m ) [ With chargeable Vomits of Carduus , and Crocus . ] I thought I should catch you napping , cryes Mr. Critick , ( or he may if he will ) how long has Carduus-posset been so wonderful chargable ? Ans. 1. If not chargeable Simpliciter , 't is Secundum quid — There 's a Pothecary's large bill , and Paracelsian Conscience in the Case . Is that Insufficient — why have at another of 'em — 'T is true in sensu composito , tho' not diviso , as the learned have it — thus tho' one alone be n't dear , both together may . If neither of all this pother will satisfie , why I can easily stop your Mouth with Bays's answer , which if thought on sooner might have saved all this . Why 't is Sir — because Sir — why what 's that to you Sir ? Rehearsal . ( n ) [ O Jelly of Toads ! India's hasty-Pudding . ] 'T is their custom to get a great Iar , and among other Ingredients , as Wine , Chamber-pots , Tobacco , Spittle , they clap in three or four good sizeable Toads — this stopt up till all is dissolv'd , is their very Nectar , with which they ' l be as drunk as a Prince — a Beggar — a Tinker — a Wheel-barrow , or Davids Sow . — 'T is no Fable , but credibly related by most that write of 'em — as Baratti's Travels , Gages Travels , &c. ( o ) [ That Indians gut Adders , and bring 'em to Table . ] Snakes are a Princely Dish in those Countreys . ( p ) [ Hoist 'em up with a Rope at the Fire ! ] They were roasted in a String . ( q ) [ Sit Roasting her self till she turn to a Maggot . ] In the Fable of the Phaenix , 't is reported , that after the old one is burnt , a Worm first comes out of its Ashes , and so — and so — and so . To the Laud and Praise of a Shock Bitch . a LEt lofty Greek and Latin go , And Priscian crackt from top to Toe , Since he at School full often so Misus'd us ; From High and mighty Lines I fall , At powerful Shock's imperious Call , And now in downright Doggrel crawl My Muse does . Tho' my froze Hogs-head e'ne is burst , b I 'le do what none before e're durst , And on her Praises make the first Adventure ; O for some Album-Graecum now ! 'T would clear my musty pipes I trow ; Then would I yelp as loud as thou , c Old Stentor ! Come hither Shock ; I 'll ne'r complain , Nor kick thee from my Lap again , Tho' other Lips thy Mouth so dainty touches ; Give me one Buss , I 'le prize thee more Than tinsil'd Lord does brazen Whore ; Or then — or then — or then — or then● No-body . Let lowsie Poets sit and chat Of Money , and they know not what ! Of Love , and Honour , and all that So silly ! Let Play-house-Hero's live or dy , Or spew , or stink , or swear , or lye , To court the Glance of one bright Eye From Philly ! Let the entranced loving Ass A Picture wooe , and buss the Glass , Covering his Mistresses surpassing Beauty ! Then steal from Cowley , or from Don , ( Since none will miss 'em when They 're gon ) Two hundred thousand Stanza's on d Her Shoo-ty ! All other Fairs avaunt , avaunt , For Shock's sweet praise my Muse must chaunt , And sweat , ( ah , wou'd she wou'd ! ) in Rant e Extatic . 'T is Shock alone is my desire , She does my addled pate inspire , As much as any Muse , with Fire Poetic . View every Limb in every part , From Head to Tail , from Rump to Heart , You 'll find she not one Pin from Art Has gotten ; When Courtly Dames so gawdy , tho' They dress their mouths in pimlico , A Dog won't touch 'em , they are so Ripe-rotten . Muse , what d' ye mean ? what Flesh can stay , And dive in Helicon to day , Or swim in any Streams but Aqua-vitae ? Put up your Pipes , to dinner go , Whilest I dismiss the Guests below : You 're welcome Gentlemen ! and so , Good-buy-t'y'e ! NOTES . ( a ) [ Let lofty Greek and Latine go . ] And here let me tell ye , is a fair occasion to give you to understand the Author has a smatch of Latin Verses too — for some were made before these English on the same Subject : But for fear of clapping in a false Concord or Position , or so , ( the very thoughts whereof will be dreadful , as long as I can unbutton my Breeches ) I think e'ne best as ' t is . ( b ) [ Tho' my froze Hogs-head en'e is burst ] See the Academy de'l Cimento , and others , about the Nature of freezing , which rarifies and dilates , not condenses or lessens the Water . Thus a Vessel stopt close , with no vent , when frozen , if precisely full , will bu●st out the Hoops for Enlargement . — 'T was in the middle of the great frost these were wrote . ( c ) [ Then would I yelp as loud as thou , Old Stentor ! ] Stentor was a kind of a City Cryer in Homer , — A speaking Trumpet was but a Bagpip● to him , ( for all by their Names they should be Cousins ) he would lift up his voice just a● loud as fifty men , not one more , nor one less . ( d ) [ Two hundred thousand Stanza's on Her Shoe-ty . ] Iust so many in Quevedo's Buscon , the Poet makes on a Pin dropt from his Mistress's Sleeve — I think sincerely a greater Maggot than all nine put together . ( e ) [ And sweat , ( ah wou'd she wou'd ) in rant Extatic . ] Once more , lest you should forget it , 't was very cold weather when this was on the Anvile . An ELEGY On the untimely and much lamented Death of Poor Spot , as loving a Bitch as ever went upon two Legs , who departed this Life , An. 1684. O Spot ! how dull a Dog am I , That cannot for thy Murder cry , Nor whimper ? Tho' thou full oft on thankless me , Now from the ground , now from my knee Didst simper . How e're , accept this grateful Verse , To pin on thy untimely Herse Provided . Even so Renowned Bat of old , a A poor good-natur'd Hound condol'd , b As I did . Tell me , O tell me , you that know , How Spot the higher Powers so Offended ? What was the pretty Traytor 's Crime , That her fair Dayes in Beauty's prime Were ended ? She , ever vigilant and brisk , Her nimble Tail around would whisk , Like Fan. S r. With Vmph she never went away , But , by her mumping mean'd to say Anan S r. She was not ugly , rank , nor old ; Tho' she ne'r sung , she was no Scold Uncivil : Sweet-Hearts she had , Him , Him , and Him , O Envy ! Envy ! O thou Limb O th' Devil ! With Mouth and Tayl , come when you will , She smil'd , and would endeavour still To please ye ; Altho' 't is true , she was not Fair , Her Cheeks ne'r shin'd , her Muzzle ne're Was greasie . One fault alone in her we find ; Were she not pleas'd , she must be kind To Neighbours ; Which brought poor Tray to a sad pass , c When he , to please the Love-sick Lass ▪ O're-labours . Well , gone she is , and who can help 't ? Ah! gone she is before she whelpt ; Ah cruel ! Let none at too just Sorrows scoff , Now cross-grain'd Fate has robb'd us of Our Iewel ! But since poor Spot must go and buss For our brisk Lord , old Cerberus d So musty ; Come Lads , let 's bid her all adieu , And own ne're dy'd a Bitch more true , And trusty ! Go Spot , to the Elysian Plain , Go Spot , and meet thy Tray again Far kinder ! What tho' Erynnis on thee scowl , And make her Snakes about thee howl ? Ne're mind her . There Spot , be ever brisk and gay ; There thou , without the Bans forbid , thy Tray May'st marry ; In Fields gilt o're with many a Flower , In Walks as fine as those of our King Harry . NOTES . ( a ) ( Even so renowned Bat of old , ) Bat Kempster of eternal memory , — who has in like manner — ( as Sternhold says ) immortaliz'd the memory of Captain Narbourn's Dog , which now must live as long as Bat in spight of Envy . ( b ) ( A poor good-natur'd Hound condol'd . ) Good-natur'd , because , — because , — 'T is but looking in the Book , and you 'll know all better than I can tell you . ( c ) ( Which brought poor Tray to a sad pass , When he to please the Love-sick Lass , O'relabours . ) Tray was one of Madam Spot's most obsequious and most humble Servants , but by being too complaisant and obliging , had almost kill'd himself . This is no Tale , but a sad Truth , — Ask all the Neighbours else . ( d ) ( For our brisk Lord , old Cerberus . ) My Lord was Tray's Successor : of him see more , and Spot too , in the ( Carmen Cynegeticon . ) A Box made like an Egg , was between Iest and Earnest , between Stoln and Borrow'd ; but at last , ( see the Honesty ! ) after a Year's Possession , restor'd with this in the Belly on 't . AS an Egg is Full of Meat , So , in sooth , am I of Sorrow , That your Box so fine , so neat , I without your leave should borrow . Now I sigh , and now I groan , O're and o're the Crime repented ; Moan and sob , and sob and Moan , To my very Gu●s tormented . How did I in Doggrel Rhymes , Mind my fault , and wail and grieve it ? Should I tell you twenty times , Ne're the sooner you 'd believe it . But since your Box has , fie upon 't ! Brought me to so much Confusion ; To the lawful Owner on 't Thus I make a Restitution . Down to Dinner now they call , Gizzard now begins to grumble ; Pray my Service unto all , So I rest , Your Servant Humble , &c. The Beggar and Poet. HAppy the Man who free from Care and Strife , ● With Dog and Bell gropes thro' the Road of Life ! Beggar at large , without o● Fear , or Shame , He 'll all the World his Benefactors name . He , like the famous ancient Scythian Race , b Shifts not himself as often as his place . Tir'd with the pillage of one fruitful Plain , He and his Cattle soon decamp again : He with a proud Repulse when warmly vext , Throws you a hearty Curse , and tries the next . No long Harangues to squeeze the stubborn Pence , No Oratorical Impertinence , Nor grateful murd'ring both of Truth and Sense . He 'll in two Lines compendiously impart The System of his truly Liberal Art ; Pray Sir , the Gift : And when the Farthings stir , I hope you 'll never live to want it Sir ! When Beadle Death does him at last attend , Let him go where he will , in this he 's sure to mend : Death kindly Land and House provides him , more Besides the Cage , than e're he had before . Thrice miserable they whom want and Fate Eternal Mumpers made at Learning's Gate : Their Souls indeed they cram with notions high , But let poor Colon live by Sympathy : To Honourable Beggars they give place , Lean younger Brothers of the lowsie Race . NOTES . ( a ) ( The Beggar , and Poet. ) I confess I can't very well get clear of a Tautology in this place : But for the defence of my Title ; tho' many will tell me 't is some kin to Idem per Idem , and that Beggar and Poet are the stark-self-same-specifical-numerical thing : Yet let 'em consider 'em as I do , ( sub diversos formales conceptus ) as the Learned have it ; and then all 's well agen . ( b ) ( He , like the famous ancient Scythian race , Shifts not himself as often as his Place . The manner of living practised by the old Nomades , and the Tartars , their now Successors , is much alike , if not the same : In olden times they used to remove Bag and Baggage from Post to Pillar , as often as the Pasture was eaten by their Retinue . Some of the Fathers that have travelled into Tartary of late Years to make one Pro●elite , give just the same description of their Manners . — See Hackluit's Voyages . Plures aluit Aristoteles quam Alexander . a THe Great Grecian Robber of his Household was careless , Compar'd to his bountiful Tutor old Arles , Whose Barns , 't is no wonder , grow fatter and faster Than his , since their Diet was Meat for his Master . b An hungry starv'd Army o're Desarts and Stones , This lead till he fought 'em to nothing but Bones . But far more are the Slaves whom his Tutor does fetter ; And you 'll see by and by how he feeds 'em far better . Like Tantalus , One his poor Souldiers did mock , And fed 'em with nothing but a Bit and a Knock : Sure they leapt at a Crust , since to frighten poor Strangers , c He built up their Cupboards as high as their Mangers . Thô 't is true , they as well as their Captain did fare ; He forsooth was a God , and could live upon Air ! When his Army 's all mortal , and poor hungry Sinners , Must eat up their Foes if they 'll get any Dinners . A hunting lean Glory thro' the World he does roam , While the subtle Phylosopher batters at home ; d Nor had all his Souldiers , tho' they scap'd from the Faggot , One Mouthful of Flesh to oblige a poor Maggot . But Learning , tho' Envy unjustly does charge her , Crams all her coop● Houshold , tho' a thousand times larger : He could not afford all his Army one Suttler , She makes the fat Stagyrite both her Cook , and her Butler . See what a large Drove , which his Power confesses , Humbly ga●e at his Hatch for Commons and Messes ! He kindly provides gaudy-dayes all the year , And this is a Bill of their prodigal Chear . e A Scholar's light Egg pickt as clean as a bone , f Or a worse than a Scholar's , a Logical one : Chymerical Pullets , digested too soon , g Dress'd at his own●Fire by the Man in the Moon . Such Dishes as these , 't is confess'd , are design'd For Stomachs abstracted , and Palates refin'd . For your poor duller Mortal other Provenders found , And Coquu● , if he 's able , will please 'em all round . Broath which for meer Element one may mistake , 'T is smaller than Tiff , and as lean as a Rake ; So pure , and so clear , that 't would Christal disgrace , If you heave't to your Nose , you may see all your Face . When at last the whole Hogs-head of Porridge is o're , And Colon still swears and grumbles for more , Sometimes you 've a Commons , and sometimes you 've none , The fat greafie Flap , o● the Prentice's bone . When they 've serv'd out their time , and at last are got free , Their Table advances , as does their Degree : There 's Pudding , and Pudding , and Pudding , and then h Like Aesop's Tongues , Pudding , and Pudding agen . Let no man then envy the Schollar's renown , Since ●ewer are fed by the Sword , than the Gown ; Since the more They 're the merrier , as ever they were , ( Tho' the less there be of 'em , the better ( they fare . NOTES . Plures aluit Aristoteles quam Alexander . In plain , sober , earnest English , [ Aristotle feeds more than Alexander . ] Which is to be prov'd . ( a ) ( The Great Grecian Robber , &c. ) So call'd from the Story of the Pyrate , who being taken by Alexander's Captains , and brought and accused before him , answered , undauntedly , that Alexander was the greater Thief of the two , who robb'd with whole Armies , when he himself only with two little Ships . ( b ) ( An hunger-starv'd Army o're Desarts and Stones , This lead , &c. ) See Quintus Curtius's History . He lead 'em over vast Desarts to the Conquest of the Indys . ( c ) [ He built up their Cupboards as high as their Mangers . ] When Alexander had conquer'd the Indys , at his departure he built Mangers for his Horses as high as a man could reach , and other things proportionable , to amuse posterity , and make 'em conceive a nobler Image of him and his Army : tho' , as one says wittily , if his horses had eat no Oates ▪ but out of those Mangers , they would not have been very fit for Service ; for such feeding would soon have starv'd even Bucephalus himself . ( d ) [ Nor had all his Souldiers , tho' they scap'd from the Faggot , ] The Funeral-pile ; it being the Custom of the Ancients to burn , not bury their Dead . ( e ) [ A Schollar's light Egg pickt as clean as a bone , ( f ) Or a worse than a Schollar's , a Logical one . ] Either the Egg made with the Scrapings of the Egg-shell , Bread and Butter , &c. or that appointed to the Schollar , who proving two Eggs were three ; — One and one's two , and one and two's three , — had only the third allotted him for his share . ( g ) [ Drest at his own Fire by the Man in the Moon . ] Aristotle's own Fire , ( which since he found , he is like to keep ) dreamt of in Concavo Lunae . ( h ) [ Like Aesop's Tongues , Pudding , and Pudding again . ] Aesop feasted his Master with nothing but Tongues , when order'd to buy the best and the worst of Meats . ( a ) A King turn'd Thresher . FArewell ye gay Bubbles , Fame , Glory , Renown ! Farewell you bright Thorns that are pinn'd to a Crown , Your little Enchantments no more shall prevail ; Look , look where my Sceptre is turn'd to a Flail ! O who can the Bliss of a Monarch discern , Whose Subjects are Mice , and whose Palace ( a Barn ? In spight of curs'd Fortune he Kings it below , While he looks all around him , and sees not a Foe . The groans of the murder'd in Death and Despair , Ne'r reach his calm Kingdom , but dye in the Air : Fierce Battles roar on ; but too weak is the voice , For he threshes and threshes , and drowns all the Noise . b The Soul of Domitian sunk into a Clod , c Dyonisius his Scepter was as light as his Rod ; d And the Little-Great-Charles with his Shovel and Spade , Dug a hole , and lay down in the Grave he had made . But a thousand times brighter my Stars do appear , And I ne'r was a Monarch in earnest till here : On a heap of fresh Straw I can laugh and lye down , And pity the man that 's condemn'd to a Crown . No Armyes of Frogs here croak by my Throne , I can rise , I can walk , I can eat all alone : Reliev'd from the Siege of importunate men , I enjoy my Original Freedom agen . Scarce peeps out the Sun with a blushing young Ray , e E're my brisk feather'd Bell-man will tell me 't is day ; Proud with his Serallio behind and before , He cheerly triumphing , struts along by the Door . Here 's an honest brown George which my Scrip does adorn , Here 's a true Houshold Loaf of the hiew o' my Corn ; Here 's a good Rammel-Cheese , but a little decay'd , As fat as the Cream out of which it was made . f When Death shall cross Proverbs , and strike at my Heart , When the best of my Flails is no fence for his Dart ; I 'le open my Arms , not a Groan , not a Sigh , Drop't soft on the Straw , with a smile I will dye . NOTES . ( a ) A King turning Thresher . I think I may venture to pronounce this purely , a Maggot , and so others that know no better may be apt to think too ; but I can assure 'em the Foundation of the Story is as infallibly true , as any in — Lucian's true History . ( b ) [ The Soul of Domitian sunk into a Clod. ] When his Envy could not be sated on the Christians , he left the Empire in Discontent , and retir'd to the Salonian Gardens , — as Cowley● ( c ) [ Dyonisius his Scepter was as light as his Rod. ] That Tyrant driven from his Kingdom , travelled into Greece , and set up School-Master ; where his Cares are here affirm'd as heavy as when a King. ( d ) [ And the Little-Great-Charles with his Shovel and Spade , Dug a hole , and lay down in the Grave he had made . ] Charles the fifth Emperour of Germany , who after as great a Rufflle in the World as has been made this several Centuries ; after War , not only against most of Europe , but Argi●rs , in Africa too ; at last on some discon●ent , or the unpleasing face of his business , resigned the Empire , and retired to a little House and Gard●n , which he cultivated with his own hand , and there liv'd and dy'd . ( e ) [ E're my brisk feather'd Bell-man will tell me 't is day . ] Meaning Chaunticleer , — as Gransire Chaucer has it ; or in new English , no better nor worse than a Cock , — that Baron Tell-Clock of the Night , — as Cleveland christens him . ( f ) [ When Death shall cross Proverbs , and strike at my Heart , When the best of my Flails is no fence for his Dart. ] The common old Proverb here mean● , is , that — There 's no Fence against a Flail . On a Discourteous Damsel that call'd the Right Worshipful Author — ( an 't please ye ! ) Sawcy Puppy . A PANEGYRIC . UGly ! ill-natur'd ! impudent , and proud ! Sluttish ! nonsensical ! and idly loud ! Thy Name 's a ranker Scandal to my Pen , Than all thy words could be spew'd up agen . Yet will I do thy Vgliness the grace , To touch thee , tho' I 'm forc'd to turn my face ; Touch thee as Surgeon touches rotten sores , Touch thee as Nur●es T — , or Beadles Whores . Belch of a Toad whom Hell to Mortals sends , a Vampt up from Bottle-Ale and Candles-ends . Hadst thou no Dick with whom thou mightst be free , Thus to let fly thy Whetstone-jeers on me ? What Skip-kennel without his eyes offence , Taught thee all this Dog-and-bitch Eloquence ? b Thou for Doll-Troop , hadst ended Ragoo's strife , He 'd hvng'd , and never ventur'd such a Wife . That thick deformity which daubs thy Snowt Would make a Hell-soul'd Ravisher devout . An Incubus from such a Face would flee ; 'T would baulk a Satyr more deform'd than thee . E'ne get a Mask , or with thy Visage daunted , The Londoners will swear their Streets are haunted : Below the Plague , below the Pox and Itch , Take your own Farewell , You 're a sawcy Bitch . NOTES . ( a ) [ Vampt up from Bottle-Ale and Candles Ends. ] Not much more honourable than the Rehearsal's Parthenope . — — Whose Mother , Sir , sells Ale by the Town-Walls . ( b ) [ Thou for Doll-Troop hadst ended Ragoo's strife , He 'd hang'd , and never ventur'd such a Wife . ] Monsieur Ragoo , an Officer in a Troop of Horse , having taken occasion to step aside a plundering , was to be hang'd a little : But however the chance turn'd , he had choice given him , either to take a vertuous Lady call'd Doll Troop , to be his Wedded Wife , or else to snickle up : after deep consideration upon the case , and weighing the Circumstances , &c. he resolv'd to cast Lots ; the Lay was so even , to decide what himself could not do , and so got the worse end of the staff , without Redemption to be all-to-be-marry'd . On a CHEESE . Pinguis & ingratae permeretur Caseus Urbi . Virg. A Pastoral . AMoret and Strephon lay On a Couch of downy Hay , In the wither'd Age of Day : Blest that one the other sees , Blest with a spicy western Breeze , a Blest with a noble Rammel Cheese . Each at t' other darts their Eye ; Each at the glittering Treasure by . A sight that Strephon's passion moves ; Scarce Amoret he better loves : To Amoretta's Heart so near , Strephon's self was scarce more dear : Scarce the Pride o' th' blooming Vale , Woven around her May-day Pail ; Nor could either prove ungrate For such a Gift to smiling Fate : Oft with Vows and Flowers they ran To smiling Fate , and smiling Pan ; Thus they pray , and thus they sing , While all the answering Valleys ring . Strephon. Sprinkle all the dappled Mead ! Round the Turfy Altars lead ! Every Nymph and Fawn invite To laugh and revel here at Night ! Jolly Toasts shall never fail , Quite drunk with nappy nut-brown Ale : Here 's a Cheese would make a Feast Where a King might be a Guest . Amoretta . Stay my Strephon ! 't is in vain ; Too low and humble is your strain : You the Gift must higher raise , Or you 'll Satyr while you praise . Let stiff Princes dream alone On their steep unenvy'd Throne ! Our brighter Cheese out-shines their Crown , And weighs the gilded Bauble down : We 'll a nobler Note begin ; Call and rouze the God within ! Sing the Cheese , and by his Aid , Whence it came , and how 't was made . Strephon. Each Flower that e're in Garland grew , Amoretta ! move for you , And every Herb that sipps the Dew ; Each their distant Influence joyn To an Invention of Divine : The Daisy's pretty twinkling Eye , The Infant Violet blooming by ; Primrose of refreshing smell , And the Cowslip's spotted Bell. Fragrant Tyme , and new-born Grass , Where no rude Feet did ever pass ; All their Essences combine To an Invention so Divine : Each of these transfus'd , agrees First in Milk , and then in Cheese ; In the Cow's Alemby● ▪ wrought , Whence , when to perfection brought , Amoretta's whiter hand Springs of Nectar can command ; b Cataracts which oft prevail To overflow the largest Pail : And when the laughing Virgins come With their new-found Treasure home , Amoretta shall declare How the Miracle they rear . Amoretta . Soft as Wooll , and white as Lambs Lickt by their Officious Dams ; White as those fair Lillies grow In our Copps , — as white as Snow , Next the Creamy Curds arise , And with calm Glories greet the Eyes : He that sees 'em dawning , sees The Image of an Embryo Cheese . c So from Clay Prometheus can Mould the mighty Form of Man : So the rising Vision shows , As when the World from Chaos rose . Then 't is bruis'd , and prest till all The pale Tears around it fall . Thus when Iove intends to mould A Hero out of purer Gold , Hee 'll shut him up in pain and Care , And like Alcides , pinch him there ; 'Till he by kind Afflictions trod , Emerges , more than Half-a-God . Strephon. Thence in happy Triumph born , Like groaning Loads of Welcome Corn , On a cleanly shelf 't is plac'd , With so rich a Burden grac'd ; Or , lest the Foes its Walls attacque , On a well-munited Rack . d Like Atlante's Palace fair , Towring high in yielding Air , By Ariosto built aloft , All the Walls of costly Thought , Or that sturdy Indian Rock e Which Ammon's Son so long did mock ; There it reigns , and there defies Feeble Hosts of Rats and Mice : Up they squint , but all in vain , Up they leap with fruitless pain , Down they drop , a-down again . Reynard so with longing Eyne Views the Cluster'd loaden Vine ; So when the Wolf a Fold has found , Fenc't with Quick-set — Turn-pikes round , About he stalks , and grinns , and scowls , About he stalks , and vainly howls . Amoretta . f So the Titans hizzing f●ll , When of old they dar'd rebell : Olympus they on Ossa pack , Both on Pelions craggy back ; And , against the Thunder hurl'd Half his own dismantled World : g On the calm Couch of golden peace , In undisturb'd eternal ease ; He scorns their Plots , and laughs above ; So sits my Cheese , and so sits Iove . Strephon. This dear day the happy birth Of Amoretta bless't the Earth ; All the Lads of Mirth and Song , O're the Plains shall Dance along : And he that best can sing each Grace , In my Amoretta's face , Shall have the present Iove has given , h Shall have the Ancile dropt from Heaven . This prais'd , this lov'd , this envy'd Cheese , For a Reward shall all be his . NOTES . ( a ) [ Bless't with a noble Rammel Cheese . ] ( Rammel ) is a word , I think not much used ●bout London , but common in the West , op●●sd to Skim-Cheese . Thus you find it pretty ●ften in Mr. Creeches Theocritus . ( b ) [ Springs of Nectar can command . ] Hony soit qui male y pense . ( c ) [ So from Clay Prometheus can , Mould the beauteous form of Man. ] Prometheus , being 't is likely used to build Gae●les , and Dirt●pyes in his Youth , when he came 〈◊〉 Age , set up the Trade of a Man●founder , for 〈◊〉 ▪ Jove was so ●angry ( as well he might , 〈◊〉 to ' ther took his work out of his hands , without ever serving his time to the Trade ) that , what do me he but trusses him up , rive●s him on Mount Caucasus , and sent an unconscionable Vulture to tear out the Heart of him . See more in Tobacco-pipe . Read the story in Lucians Dialogues , Book 1. p. 48. ( d ) [ Like Atlante's Palace fair . ] A gawdy Magical Pallace in Orlando Furioso , which cost Poet and Painter , and at least Engraver , a great many fine strokes to express it . The Louvre , or Escurial are but Hog-styes to 't , as any body may be satisfi'd that will but take the pains to compare ' em . ( e ) [ Or that sturdy Indian Rock , Which Ammons Son so long did mock . ] A Fortress long besieg'd by Alexander , in Sagitiana , I think 't was , but 't is good ▪ to be sure , and therefore ask Quintius Curtius , who knows better than any of us ! ( f ) [ So the Titans hizzing fell . ] Qu. Pray Mr. Author why is your Shepherdess so learned here , and in other places ? how comes she to talk against decorum in Pastorals , and to fly upon the high●ropes at this rate ? Answ. Because all things here are designed 〈◊〉 be alike extravagant● — let this serve once for all for I 'll trouble my self no more about it ! ( g ) [ On the calm Couch of golden peace . ] Any one may discern this is a stroke of Lucretius , alluding to that first Principle of the Epicureans , so well express'd by that Poet , and so much better made English by Mr. Creech — thus . " For what so ere 's divine must live in peace , " In undisturb'd , and everlasting ease , &c. I have forgot the rest , but you shall have it all as soon as I can get it my self . ( h ) Shall have the Ancile dropt from Heav'n . ] The Ancile was a certain very holy Relique among the Romans , being the very handy-work of Jupiter himself : but least this precious business should be stole from the Temple , while Gods and Men were asleep , two more were made so exactly like the right , and one another , that a Thief must have very good luck to be able to distinguish the original from the counterfeit . In the safe keeping it , they believ'd the Cityes safety consisted . A Full and True Account of a Journey with its Appurtenances . a NOw Heav'ns jolly Carman left weeping and whining , Scrubb'd up Sunday face , and fell fairly a shining ; The Cits are alive , and to — they run , As Flyes from a Cow-turd will swarm in the Sun. Spouse Rampant takes Arms , Coucht Cuckold she tells , He must get her a place to go visit the Wells ; Not a Pothecaryes Wife that is leaving the Town , But will pawn all her Glyster-pipes for a new Gown . 'T is the Devil that drives , and needs Travel they must ; A long comes the Coachman with Bring out your Dust ! So sweet is his Load , and so neat , and so pure , Yo●'d swear he was under-commission'd i' th' Sewer . Not a Fop of the Pit , or a Jilt o' the Box , b But dresses , and crawls to the Wells with a Pox ; So throughly the Waters have purg●d all the City , c That They 're strangely reform'd , and grown civil , and Witty. Least the Dunns my poor Carcass to pieces should tare , I●ll ene like my Betters take Sanctuary there ; For melting , or getting , or spunging a Penny , As poor , and as dull , and as sawcy as any . But the walks were bepester'd with Cravat , and Fan , And Beaver , and Wigg , and sometimes a Man : For curing old Aches , and getting new pains ; For cooling and heating the blood and the reins . Old Sol from Aurora's Alcove newly peeping , While more than three Quarters lay grunting and sleeping : When routed Cravat-string , and Ruffles I 'd rally'd , From Dog-hole of Lodging one Morning I sally'd , I walkt , and I strutted along like the rest , And I thought hard of nothing as well as the best ; Till a Bevey of Ladys swum hastily by , All finer than ●ippence , they dazz●'d my Eye . I follow the Track , and the Vision pursue , Meditation farewel , now the Game is in view : Tho' I quickly got up they were enter'd before , And cruelly shut the unmerciful Door . Tho' my Eyes kept a Fast , yet my Ears I could treat , And yours shall take part while the Tale I repeat ▪ But Madam , sayes one , while They 're chatting together , If one may be so bold , pray what Wind blew you hither ? She replyes , with a Sigh drawn up to her Chin , 'T is a weakness , Obstructions , and weakness within . My Husband 's as likely a Man as you 'll see , A Man every Inch of him , take it from me ! Ay and I 'll assure ye — &c. Nay ! never despair , Madam , 't is not too late : Your changing of pasture may make you grow fat ; I speak by experience , stay here but a Little , And I warn't you return as round as a Kettle . No doubt on 't , says one , but if ever she will , She must take a good dose of a Soverain Pill , That cured me — Hold there says the next , I deny 't t' ye ; d I was helpt by some drops of Specimen vitae . They stirr'd , and I fled for my Ears , and my Eyes , Since a noble Retreat with a Victory vyes ! I retired in spight of my Foes and my Fears , And bravely brought off both my Eyes and my Ears . Now Reader , by a Figure which Poets may use , Pray suppose it is Evening ! — If you wont you may chuse . As Lasses and Lads do advance in Decorum , When Crowder at Christmass hops squeaking before 'em ; So Tag-Rag , and Bob-tail to dancing do throng , And th' Flower of — come flaming along . Here a Hell-full of Hogo's comes driving just on us , e Let 's get the wind side on 't , or Mercy upon us ; A Plague's on the Green , and it newly arose From — Some-body's — powerful Armpits and Toes . Have a care of the Lad with his hair in his Hat , As you value his anger touch not his Cravat ! Pray keep your distance , with Reverence stand , If you ruffle his Ruffles , his Cane is at hand . Sirrah Iack ! rub my Shoes with the Napkin , with Care , Your Master commands you , refuse if you dare : Unmannerly Winds the sweet Curls to displace Of so pretty , so lovely , so charming a Face ! But hang a good Face , that 's a womanish toy , Give me such a shape as this Lad does enjoy ! But speak not a word as you value your life , Of his Buttocks and Shoulders , and the thing call'd his Wife ! If you love your own Ribs , stand further good Friends , Room , Room for a Pudding ty'd up at both Ends ! Whose goodly large Belly struts crowding before him , No less than a Lady behind does adore him . Make much of him , Madam , and use him in haste , Or quickly his Service alas will be past ; For if half an inch further his Paunch does but come , f You must e'ne be content with the deaf and the dumb . Here creeping and cringing to a thing of a Fortune , That weighs fifteen thousand , stands hopeful young What-d'ye-call-him ! And e're he does live on the Land , 't is but reason If he take for Security Liv'ry and Seisin . A Knighthood comes next with a finical face , And a couple of Arms which he moves with that Grace , That he thinks his deserts will ha' cursed ill hap , If some Lady Fair don't fall in his Lap. Now the sport is all over , all travel that can To the place whence they came , with their Whore and their Man ; And I when my Guinys and Credit were spent Sneakt home in the Crowd , like a Fool as I went. NOTES . ( a ) [ Now Heavens jolly Carman left weeping and whining . ] The Iourney was at the beginning of Summer , after a great Rain . ( b ) [ But dresses , and crawls to the Wells with a Pox. ] There 's many a true Word spoke in jest . ( c ) [ They 're strangely transform'd , and grown civil , &c. ] Very good news , if it be'n't too good to be true . ( d ) [ I was helpt by some drops of Specimen vitae . The Dispensatory wherein that Cordial is to be found , is , — 2 d part of the Souldiers Fortune . ( e ) [ Let 's get the Wind-side on 't , or mercy upon us ! ] In the Plague time , in London , people would tack about one another to get to the Wind-ward , lest that should bring the Disease on them by the breath of any infectious . ( f ) [ For it half-an-inch further his Paunch does but come . ] Some persons have been reported of that vast and irregular bigness , that they ha'n't been able with one part of their Body to relieve t'other . The Leather Bottle . MR. Iove ! tho' your Chittiface Ganymed skink , I scorn to exchange or my Plate , or my drink ; For without fear or wit the Immortals will hector , When out of thy Bole they are fuddled with Nectar . Whatever your Cronys the Poets have spoke , Your Godship , when here , were a notable Soak ; And when from your Gang you were spirited up , a In the midst of the Stars you planted your Cup. b As a Lady of Rome , in a great deal of State , Produc'd all her brats for her Cupboard of Plate ; So if for the sight of my Treasures you call , Here 's my dear Leather-bottle , my one and my all . c Gigantic Borrachio's Sir Quixot did fright , And maugre poor Squire , made an Ass of the Knight ; Had my Bottle been there , 't would ha' been more compliant , For he ne're could mistake such a Dwarf for a Gyant . My Vessel tho' little , dim Envy may see , Is as neat and as pretty as pretty may be ; d When the Heidleburg Tun is an ill-contriv'd Sloven , Tho' its Vent-hole's as big as the mouth of an Oven . How cool and how sweet is the Liquor that 's here , e It dribbles down daintily , lively and clear ! Not Ice can preserve it as well from the weather , Nor Water , nor Sand , as a Bottle of Leather . f Oraculous Bottles inspir'd of old Each worm-eaten Witch that Wonderments told : g This Engine curst Sycorax her self could subdue ▪ And this did a Viceroy out of Trincalo hew . When the Sun does with Thirst the poor Hay-maker throttle , And tann all their Faces till they look like the Bottle ; 'T is this sets 'em right , 't is as speedy and handy As old Mother Midnight's kind Bottle of Brandy . Let others plod on , till they 'r crazie and brain-sick , h For malleable Glasses , like the Consuls of Dantsick : Let this fall where you will , all its thumps are in vain , You may bulge it , and bulge it , and out with 't again . My Bottle besides is old Dog at Dispute , And can Suarez , and Scotus , and Occham confute : Nay , his own Couzin Bellarmin too must go down , And if e're he get up , he will have him by 'th' Crown . When Semele in Lightning and Thunder did fry , Iove feather'd her Bastard , and sheath'd it in 's Thigh : But no doubt but he thriv'd in that Climate far worse Than if in a Bottle he had put him to Nurse . Some Pigmy Diogenes here might retreat , And make it his spacious and worshipful seat ; One Room of a Floor , for a Cellar he might spare it ; 'T is needless , as well as a Chamber or Garret ▪ Like Maggot in Nutshel he might revel with glee , And none be so happy , so happy as he : Nor need he to fear that he there should be Foxed , Tho he drank up at once both the Cellar and Hogs-head . NOTES . ( a ) [ In the midst of the Stars you planted your Cup. ] A Constellation call'd the Cup. ( b ) [ As a Lady of Rome — Produc'd all her Brats for her Plate . ] A famous Story — When one Lady had shown the other all her Iewels and fine things , she carries her home , and for her Iewels , shows her her Children . ( c ) [ Gigantic Borrachio's Sir Quixot did fright . ] See the Notes on the Souldiers Duel . ( d ) [ When the Heidleburg Tun , &c. ] The great Tun of Heidleburg , with a Ladder of many rounds to ascend it . ( e ) [ It dribbles down daintily . ] I have taken care that should be set in other Characters , as a most considerable Flower borrow'd from my good friend John Bunnyan . ( f ) [ Oraculous Bottles inspir'd of old . ] The Spirit of Ob , Webster and his Followers say , was only a Bottle , &c. ( g ) [ This Engine curst Sycorax her self could subdue , And this did a Viceroy out of Trincalo hew . ] See the famous History of the Tempest , or the Inchanted Island , where this is explained . ( h ) For malleable Glasses , like the Consuls of Dantsick . ] 'T is reported an ingenious Man had at Dantsick ; ( or somewhere there abouts , te'n't much odds ) a Glass which after he had drunk , he would throw on the ground , bulge it , and hammer it out agen . ( a ) Out of Lucian's true History , Part the First . b — AND now on a fair star-light Noon Our Ship launch'd off , and gently left the Moon . c So stoops the Sun to kiss his watry Fair , And with bright Foot-steps paints the ambient Air. Boreas had lockt his Bullys in their Cave , d And Birds of calm brood o're the marble wave . But ah ! how treacherous are the smiles of Fate ! How slippery treads the blest and fortunate ! Twice the kind Sun had warm'd the chearful Skys , Nor does less bright the third black day arise . All dreadful bright it rose , the Air was spread Far , far around with ominous gloomy Red. Sad hollow Voices by the Pilot past , e And one pale Light glar'd o're the trembling Mast. When such dark Bodings call'd for Aid Divine , f We vow'd a Bull on Neptune's oozy Shrine : Tho' Fa●e was cross , yet he so far did hear , We were no longer rackt with doubtful fear . For see ! Whole Heards of Whales make the white Ocean roar , New Seas they spout , and drive new Seas before . The Tide they brought had washt us far away , But one Leviathan's Charibdis made us stay . He , like some Tyrant - Gudgeon , floated by Amidst the little Minews trembling Fry : Like Lacquys by with finny feet they ran , Lean Poets all the rest , he some fat Alderman . And when the vast Abyss around him curl'd , They seem'd but Mountains , he alone a World : We took his Latitude when sailing in , g Full fifteen hundred Leagues from Fin to Fin : His dreadful Iaws , for our destruction bent , Had Teeth , each larger than the Monument , And sharp as Needles near in Crooked-Lane , h Set on some Diamond Island of the Main : And now there 's not so much as room for Pray'r , The last sad refuge of the Mariner . These , O my Wife , these , O my Children cry ! Then all shake hands , and drink , and bid Good-b'w'y ' ! Here , had we been with such Provision stor'd , i We should have thrown some Hogs-heads over-board : k But here tho' we had robb'd the Moon and Sun , An hundred Delos's had hardly done : The Monster gapes , unfinisht shrieks begin ; We sink , we sink , his Whirl-pool rolls us in ! Oceans are after Oceans on us hurl'd , We shoot the Gulph , and down we sail to view the under World. NOTES . ( a ) Part of Lucian's true History . 'T is paraphrastically done ; tho I dare undertake , the Original is followed ( at least ) as close by the Transverser , as Truth by the Author . ( b ) [ — And now , on a fair star-light Noon . ] Lucian and the Ships Crew had taken a Voyage to the Land i' the Moon , ( without the help either of Domingo's feathery , or others Christal or Brazen Chariot , or so much as the French Smith's Wings ; ) and after many strange Adventures met with ( you need not question ) in so strange a place , is now just bound for Earth and Sea agen . ( c ) [ So stoops the Sun to kiss his watry Fair. ] Apollo's pretty Hostess , whom he uses a-nights to call in to ; — But they are both very civil persons , and certainly mean no manner of harm in the World. — I forgot to tell you her Name is Thetis . ( d ) [ And Birds of calm brood o're the Marble wave . ] These are a kind of Creatures the Poets have had the happiness to discover , as Harpys , Chymaera's , &c. when all the other less inquisitive , or less lucky part of the World know nothing of ' em . They are said to brood on the Sea at a set time in the year ; and Neptune while they are hatching , is so complaisant to give 'em all fair weather . If any would see any more of 'em let 'em enquire at Lucian's true History , Second Part , and they shall know farther . ( e ) [ And one pale light glar'd o're the trembling Mast. ] Two Lights appearing on the Ship in a storm , are counted good Omens , one single , bad . ( f ) [ We vow'd a Bull on Neptune's oozy Shrine . ] As common an Offering to Neptune of old , as now a wax Candle to-my Lady of Loretto . ( g ) [ Full fifteen hundred Leagues from Fin to Fin. ] I quote my Author : I have it from Lucian himself ; and we must say of him here , as he a little before of Aristophanes , [ that he speaks like a learned Man , and would not tell a lie for all the World. ] ( h ) [ Set on some Diamond Island of the Main . ] One of those Phaery Islands the Whale might know , tho' we don't . ( i ) [ We should have thrown some Hogs-heads over-board . ] As is the Custom for Mariners when a Whale is near . ( k ) [ But here , tho' we had robb'd the Moon and Sun. ] Delos being their Free-land , settled in the Sea on purpose for the Birth-place of Apollo and Diana . An Elegant Letter , with a Copy of fine Verses by a London Wit , in answer to a Lampoon . Right Reverend Knawpost , YOur Prodigious Chaos of Nonsence ( composed , and wright by the Spawn of a Moabite ) I receiv'd , and am satisfy'd , that the Latitude of your Troble exceeds the Demensions of mine , or you need not have given your self so much unnecessary labour to prove your self an inconsiderable Coxcomb . The perusal of your Satyrical Rhetorical Lines made me admire to see so excellent a parrable [ 1 ] in your Parts and Person ; for as your Person is monstruous without the Aid and Assistance of modeish Accouterments , ( were your Nose and Chinn an inch shorter ) so is there such a Chimaew [ 2 ] in your Disposition , that without the assistance of good Literature , the sense of your heroick Lines had rendred your Ape-ship more rediculous then an Ass. Thus admireing the work of Nature , which hath created your Face so much like a Sunn-Dial , that were it equally devided into twelve parts , and as truly seated toward the South point , as you● Affections are toward your Mistress ; the shade of your Nose would certainly , when the Sunn shines , descover the true time of the Day . So I rest , Your Servant . So much for the Epistle ; the Poem followeth , ( so much of it as the ill-natur'd Mice have left legible . ) How doth the learned Critic stand , Pensive and mad , with Pen in hand , Fraighted with store of amorous Wares , Which many an Author owns for theirs ! He is a Fool that thinks it good To laugh at all that 's made of Wood ; [ 3 ] And eke in time may lifted be Unto the fatal wooden Tree . In the Spark's Letter observe , 't is spell'd in the same manner that ' ti● printed : For the word mark'd with the figure [ 1 ] and wrote [ parrable , ] I suppose he would ha' said [ parallel ; ] and figure [ 2. ] for Chimaew , — he means either Chymaera , or nothing at all . In his Verses , fig. [ 3. ] — That 's made of Wood , ] For this block of a Lover , Poet , Scrivener , &c. was by Occupation a Ioyner , or some such wooden Trade , of which he had a touch in a former Lampoon . In answer to his Letter he had this following . An Answer to the Ioyner's smart Letter . Why Lad ! HOw now Lad ! witty these cold mornings ! 'T is well if this don't prognosticate some Plague ; for certainly a Comet is n't half so prodigious . But indeed , Friend Thomas , it terrifies the Coccles of my Heart , lest thou should'st at this rate run out in a little time longer thy Right Reverend Master , and Right Worshipful Self with Charges to Scrivener and School-boy . I think thou 'st claw'd it off Lad ! and the Mallet of thy Invention joyned with the peaceable Chizzel of thy pestilent Wit , has for once obtunded the Cerebrocity of every sawcy Rogue of a Rival . In good sober sadness there 's Nonsence enow to perswade one it came all , every bit and scrap , and Chip of it out o' thy n'own dear Noddle ; but that , as the black old Gentleman , thy Friend , would have it , who ow'd thee a spight for once in thy life courting virtuous Women , 't is writ and spelt at such a rate , none but such an incorrigible Blockhead could ever blunder on . — But who can help 't ? We must e'ne take 't for better for worse , seeing there 's no Remedy ; and therefore , — Here 's t' ye agen ! alas poor Thing ! Is your queasie Gu● surfeited with all the Tripe-women , Kitchin-stuff-wenches , Hogs-feet — Butter-Whores and Scullions in our Street , that you have all so sudden such a muckle mind to what 's meat for your Masters . 'T would be worth the while now to launch out into the due Applause of thy portly paunch and person , but only thy sweet Face , my joy ! is so much like a Slough , that I 'm already founder'd Horse and Man , and therefore lest I should marr thy Marriage , thinking one can't pick and choose in the case , e'ne best recommend thee to an honest Cindar-woman , or the Tankard-bearer's hump-backt Lady , with whom , as I am credibly inform'd , you used to have intimate familiarity and converse in the corner of the Cellar . So I rest , Yours . DIALOGUES . I. Dialogue , Between a Thatcher and a Gardener , for Precedency , on occasion of a Pot of Ale with this Inscription ; Detur Digniori . Thatcher . DOwn , down to the Clod out of which thou art made , Nor with Tinder-box-hoof my Ladder invade ! The Pot shall be mine in spight of thy Spade . Gardener . And dares the poor Thatcher with the Gardener vye ? Sure his Noddle's grown giddy with sitting so high ; Let our Titles be try'd by the next that comes by . Thatcher . Content ! ( Gardener , ) And content ; and look over the plain , Where Cuddy the Shepherd comes trotting amai● : Who but he should decide which is best of the twain ? Thatcher . Tho' a Shepherd may be partial , he 's honest and true , He 's old , and he 's grave , and he Justice will do , And Cuddy will be equal to me and to you . Gardener . ●ut look , he 's just here : pr'y thee tell him the Tale ; Thatcher . ●ay , Cuddy , and judge whether Trade must prevail , ●or the best of our two wins a Pot of good Ale. Cuddy . ●ll stay while I can , but then quickly begin , 〈◊〉 either expect the Honour to win ! 〈◊〉 my Landlord in haste has sent for me in . Gardener . ●ce straining of Complements now would be vain , 〈◊〉 eldest and noblest of Trades I 'le maintain ; 〈◊〉 Gardener was Adam , but a Thatcher was Cain . Thatcher . Not so fast Mr. Gard'ner ! with Reeds and with Boughs His Father before him had cover'd a House : b Sure you dare not deny what Dubartas avows . Gardener . The Hero's from Gardens and Solitudes came , And sallying from thence fill'd the World with their Name ; But who ever heard of a Thatcher of Fame ? Thatcher . c Epicurus indeed from a Garden did rise , But Atheism never can a Thatcher surprize , d Since he alwayes is viewing the Sun and the S●ys ▪ Gardener . From the tops of their Houses Aegyptian● must ow● e To the rest of the World Idolatry's flown ▪ And too many Gods are scarce better tha● none ▪ Thatcher . If you 're driven into Aegypt , and fly fro● the Greek ▪ Very far from your Lodge , one need not 〈◊〉 see ▪ f To find out the omnipotent Onion and Lee● Gardener . Their Trophies Kings , Captains and Emperors bring , And all over-board for one Shovel they fling ; But who ever heard of a Thatcher a King ? Thatcher . The Gallows and Garden when all other means fails ! Thus Dennis when scap'd from Si●ilian Jayls , g Fell from cutting of throats to cutting of tails . Gardener . Each Beggar the name of the Thatcher can tell , For nothing you 're fit but a Cottage and Cell ; I with Princes and Lords by their Palace● dwell . Thatcher . Thatch keeps out all Care as well as all Cold. Besides by my Grandsire I 've often been told , h That Straw has been Cov'ring for Churches of old ▪ Gardener . Scarce once in a Moon you mount from the ground , And another Trade too , or you 'll starve , must be found , I ha' still pleasant work that holds all the year round . Thatcher . No doubt on 't ; and Winter must never infest Your fortunate Regions with Summer still blest , Nor fix you like a Cuckow clung up in his Nest ! Cuddy . Brave Boys , both ! so well you each other abuse , There 's hardly between you a halter to chuse : I j●dge that to make one another amends , I drink off the Ale , you shake hands and be Friends . NOTES . ( a ) [ A Gard'ner was Adam , but a Thatcher was Cain . ] Thus demonstrated . — Cain built a City before any Iron-work was invented ; he could not therefore have Tiles to cover it : — Ergo , 't was done with Thatch , or somewhat equivalent . ( b ) [ Sure you dare not deny what Dubartas avows . ] Dubartas in his Poem of the Creation , describes Adam's rude draught of building in that manner . ( c ) [ Epicurus indeed from a Gard'ner did rise . ] Epicurus his Study and Schools being in a Garden , was so notorious , that his Principles are thence call'd , — The Doctrine of [ the Garden . ] ( d ) [ But Atheism never can a Thatcher surprize , Since he always is viewing the Sun and the Skys . ] This even the Epicureans confess a strong Inducement to the belief of a supream Being , the Author of the World ; and therefore give their Followers a Caution against it . So Lucretius , Book 5. p. 141. For even those few exalted Souls that know The Gods must live at ease , not look below ; Free from all medling Cares , from hate and love ; If they admire , if view the World above , They wonder how those glorious Beings move . They are entrap'd , they bind their slavish Chain , And sink to their religious Fears again . Mr. Creeches Translation . ( e ) [ From the tops of their Houses Aegyptians must own , To the rest of the World Idolatry's flown . ] If the Gardener puts a fallacy on the Thatcher , let him look to it himself ; I only am to explain his meaning thus far , — That in Aegypt , from the tops of their houses the Aegyptians frequently used to view the Heavens , living in a Champain Countrey . — Hence Astronomy , and as some say , Idolatry . ( f ) [ To find out the omnipotent Onion and Leek . Part of the worshipful God-heads of Aegypt , which , tho' of the two more tolerable than the Crocodile ; yet , had Horace liv'd there , or many others , they had certainly , as to that point of the Compass , turn'd Atheists . ( g ) [ Thus Dennis , when scap't from Sicilian Jayls , ] Fell from cutting of throats to cutting of tails . ] When Dyonisius the Tyrant of Sicily was expell'd , he went to Corinth , and there set up School-master . ( h ) [ That Straw has been Cov'ring for Churches of old . ] The Church of Glastenbury , the ancientest certainly in England , if the Monks do'n't lie , was built , the sides with Hurdles , and thatcht with Straw . The Second Dialogue , Between the Herring , and Whale . a Whale . I Am the bold Whale . ( Herring : ) — And the brisk Herring I. Whale . Thro' the Ocean I roll . ( Herring . ) O're the Shallows I fly . Whale . b Per fidem be gone from my presence ! How dare The ridiculous Mouse with the Mountain compare ? Herring . Take my Honour , take my Life ! to my Post I 'll abide , Now I find such Authority plain o' my side , Tho' you swell , yet , unless the Rehearsal do's lie , c There 's ten times more Beauty and Shape in a Fly. Whale . Tho' with ease I could breath thee to nothing again ▪ Or spout thee a Mile , to thy Enemies , Men ; d Like Phaebus I 'll stoop from my glittering Throne , And even descend to dispute for my own ; A couple we 'll chuse , who the Umpires shall be , The Dolphin is mine . ( Herring ) — The Shrimp my Referee . Whale . e When in the Abyss I no longer did sleep , But kind Mother Nature call'd me out of the deep ; What a Gulph did I leave i' the space whence I came ? What a Can●le● of Chaos was spent i' my frame ! When Nature the Whale into Being did bring , She smil'd , and she cry'd — He is made for a King. Herring . Tho' a World of dull Bullion your essence do's hold , Scarce an Atom of Soul was cast into the Mould , Room enough , and to spare lavish Nature allows , But provides not a Tenant to suit with the House : As for me , tho' she veils me with Flesh , and with Skin , Yet my Form's little else but pure Spirit within : And in vain you your Bulk for your Monarchy bring , f For if the Ocean were Goth-land who but I should be King. Whale . Not alone on my Bulk I intend to rely ; My Strength , and my Courage with my Magnitude vye : My side is too thick for a Spear or a Dart ; g Huge Rafters of Ribs barricado my Heart . Even Neptune himself is afraid when I roar , And his quiv'ring Court dive away to the Shore . With a courage undaunted I 'll a Navy assail , And disorder whole Squadrons by a brust with my Tail. Herring . Your strength and your Valour must needs be Divine , h When you 're caught , like a Gudgeon with a Hook , and a Line : i When spite of Dame Luna , at Ebb 't will be flood , And you make a Spring-tide all around with your Blood. Whale . The Laws of hard Nature forbid to withstand , That Forreigner Man , the fierce Tyrant o' th' Land : 'T is the Sea is my Kingdom , and the Waters must own , At home I have ever been Monarch alone . Herring . k Yes , as oft , as the Sword-fish , and Thrasher will please To leave off their Sport , and allow you som● ease : On your Noddle and under your Paunch they are set , While one Reyns you in , 'tother makes you Curvet ; Then Neptune indeed may shake when you roar , Tho' you 're Nine-mile at Sea , they can hear you ashore . Dolphin . All to Arms ! all to Arms ! while we scolding sit here , Look ! look where the Enemyes fleet do's appear : The Fishermans Navy with sail , and with Oar , That has often among us made Havock before . Shrimp , Herring . I boyl — and I broyl till my Ierkin do's crack . Whale . And I feel barbed Irons like a Grove on my back : 'T is in vain with such Odds for the Combat to stay , All shift for your selves , and I 'll lead you the way . NOTES . ( a ) [ I am the bold Whale — and the brisk Herring I. ] First and formost , ( and before I tell you by what Art I make these Gentlemen speak ) 't is the part of an Honest man to acknowledge , and repay what he has borrow'd . This Line is but little alter'd from that in Rehearsal . " I am the bold Thunder — the brisk Lightning I. In the next place — By what Art Magick can I perswade Fishes to speak , who are mute to a Proverb , and no more enclin'd to prating than Fryer Bacon's Brazen-Head ? Why , first take notice that 's a Vulgar Errour , and a scandal on the free Citizens of the Ocean : they are silent indeed when dragg'd into our Element , nor should we much , I believe , be more enclin'd to Oratory , if Head and Ears covered in theirs . Again , 't is plain they have a voice , prov'd from the Whale , who in his Battle with the Sword-fish and Thrasher , describ'd below , roars with such an audible voice , he may be heard three Leagues off . If all this ben't enough , I 'me sure they may as well pretend to speech as Lucians Bed , and Lamp ; by which Figure I shall introduce Chamberpot and Frying-pan , two or three pages henc● . ( b ) [ Per fidem be gone from my presence ! ] By this Verse you may learn , if you understand Logick — first that the Whale understands Latin ; and secondly that he 's Proctor of the Ocean . ( c ) [ There 's ten times more Beauty , and shape in a Fly. ] Vid. Rehearsal . " I 'd sooner have a Passion for a Whale , " In whose vast bulk tho'store of Oyl do's lie , " We find more Shape , more Beauty in a Fly. ( d ) [ Like Phaebus I 'll stoop from my glittering Throne . ] Once upon a time Phaebus having nothing else to do ( perhaps when Jupiter gave him a Holiday ) descended to some Wake or other , and undertook the Fidler for a Wager ; but being like to be baffled , he had no remedy but to call his Godship in , and fright the Poor fellow so ( whose name I should have told ye was Marsyas ) that he made him leapt out of his Skin . ( e ) [ When in the Abyss I no longer did sleep . ] How should the Whale know that piece of Philosophy ? Why might not Aristotle teach him when he leapt into the Water , as wisely as Empedocles into Fire ? But 't is contrary to his Hypothesis , who denied a beginning of the World , and consequently the Chaos , &c. Why then Arion when cap'ring on the Dolphins back , instructed that ▪ Dolphin , that Dolphin his Son , and so down to the Whale●and there 's the short and the long on 't . ( f ) [ For if the Ocean were Gothland , who but I should be King ? ] 'T was the custom among the Goths to chuse a little man for their Prince . ( g ) [ Huge Rafters of Ribs barricado my Heart . If you wo'n't take the Whales word , 't is but stepping to Rumford Road , or the Physick-Garden in Oxford , where a couple of Whales Ribbs are to be seen , neither inferiour in bigness to a lusty Rafter . ( h ) [ When you 're caught , like a Gudgeon with a Hook , and a Line . ] One way of Whale-fishing is striking at him with an Iron fasten'd to a long Rope , then letting the Rope loose , the Whale beats up and down till it for loss of blood yieldeth up the Ghost . ( i ) [ When spite of Dame Luna , at Ebb 't will be Flood . ] By this compar'd with what went before , 't is probable that tho' the Whale was for the Neotericks , the Herring keeps close to the old Philosophy , and according to that , holds the Moon to be the cause of Tides . ( k ) [ Yes as oft as the Sword-fish , and Thrasher shall please . ] The Story is thus . The Thrasher and Sword-fish are two Fish , the Whales implacable Enemyes . The Sword-fish having a sharp bone in his Head , gets under his soft Belly , and makes him rise to the Top of the Water ; where the Thresher with his Wash-beetle Tayl , beats him down again , and between them both they Thump him so unconscionably , that he crys murder so loud you may hear him three Leagues off . The Third Dialogue , Between Chamber-pot and Frying-Pan . Chamber-pot . STand off ! nor with rude Smut disgrace a The Glories of my brighter face ! Frying-pan . Tho not so glib my Face be seen , Yet all I 'me sure 's as sweet within . Chamber-pot . You in the Kitchin drudge alone , None handles you but greasie Ioan ! Frying-pan . I always lend , but you receive ; Which is most brave , to take , or give ? Chamber-pot . Oft Maid and Mistriss fetch me on t , To wash their their Lilly - hand and Snowt . Frying-pan . You 're civil sure , and use I hope With Water to allow 'em Soap . Chamber-pot . Yes , such as ne're , at worst , indures To scowre so foul a Mouth as yours . Frying-pan . O what a fragrant Hogo rose But now , to twinge a swounding Nose ? Chamber-pot . Such as when you were made a Tool , b To Fry the Break-fast for the Fool. Frying-pan . All bulg'd and yellow you must fall At last behind some ruin'd Wall ; Or melt , and to your Masters loss Leave both at once your stink and dross . Chamber-pot . Take then , since me you 'll thus Incense , These marks of my Benevolence : Such Water as if Fame says true , Diana on Acteon threw ; Which as some learned men surmize , With flap of Fox put out his Eyes : And least of Rary show he brag , c Bewitcht poor Hunter into Stag. NOTES . ( a ) [ The Glories of my Brighter Face . ] Hence take notice , to the Honour of the Poet , 't was a Pewter Chamber-pot , and to the Honour of the Maid , 't was newly scoured . ( b ) [ To Fry the Break-fast for the Fool. ] A known story of a Lords Cook and Fool. ( c ) [ Bewitch't poor Hunter into Stag. ] Diana , on his viewing her Dimensions , and the rest of her Virgins , as naked as ever they were born , sprinkled him with some of her own Holy-water , and turn'd him into a Stag. Against a Kiss . A PINDARIC . 1. CHarming Destroyer ! whither wilt thou roll , The tumbling Soul ? When Sylvia smiles with all her Sexes Arts , And Angles for loose wandring Hearts ; Sweet lovely Poyson from her Lips she breaths , Soft subtle Darts , And dear bewitching Deaths ; Smiling Plagues she throws , Golden Granado's sowes , And into Air the tortur'd Soul with Loves white-powder blows , Presents with painted Vipers gay , and crownd , And scatters Heavenly Hells around . 2. A Kiss ! there 's Magick in the Name , What Amulet against its force can Arm ; The willing Letters of themselves forbidden sounds compose , And leap into a charm , And plunge the Hearer in blew Waves of Flame , a Such sulph'rous liquid flame as flows , From Aetna's everlasting Womb : Which oft e're now over proud Towns weak Walls arose , b And brought to Cities , and to men , both Death and Tomb ; Where Christal Lakes for long long Ages stood , c Supplyd from the Abyss with an eternal flood , For long unnumbred Ages past , Scarce Ice more cold , or chast ; There , over all the mouldring Banks red Surges pour ; There do's hot Vulcan ravish all , and all devour , d And even vitrifies the Mud. With much ado , to their great Fund some stragling drops retire , Close at the Heels pursu'd by swift prepost'rous Waves of Fire . 3. A Lip 's the Devils Tinderbox , Whence by soft repeated stroaks Lusts lurking Lightning flyes , And blasts the unhappy Soul that pryes , With rash unwary Eyes . A downy Pillow where the firmest Heart is broke , ( Be 't Heart of Flint , or Heart of Oak ! ) With a sly never-smarting stroke : A Kiss that Traytor in an Angels dress , From bad Good-offices will never cease , But ever seems to bring fair Overtures of Peace , When its Commission speaks of nothing less . At the Mouths tot'tring Gate it parlys Sin Slides thro' a strong reserve , To invested Lust , which else must quickly starve , And gives Intelligence to every Enemy within . 4. 'T is Death , 't is Poyson all ! Slow , sure Italian poyson , 't will e To a Year , an Hour , a Minute kill ; Dead without Hope the infected Wretches fall : One Kiss will raise f More Frenzies than a score Tarantula's . The tickling Venom thro' each secret path will run , Till its mortal Errand's done , The pungent Atoms search the Body o're , Infect each drop of putred Go●e , And chase the quivring Soul thro' every winding Pore : And see the curst Enchantress smiling by , Glares with a sharp unlucky eye , Hind'ring the very wish of Remedy . g Musick the common countercharm , Can only here increase the Immedicable Harm : And raise ten thousand Devils more , To all the unnmber'd Legions revel'd there before . NOTES . ( a ) [ Such sulph'rous liquid Flame as flows , From Ae●na's everlasting Womb. ] ( b ) [ And brought to Cities , and to Men , both Death and Tomb. ] At the Eruptions of that famous Sicilian Volcano , the melted Minerals broke down all opposition , and ran for many Miles a continual stream of Fire ; when it came to any Houses , it burst all down tho' never so strong , and buryed the very Walls in heaps of Pumice Stones , and such kind of matter . ( c ) [ Supplyd from the Abyss with an eternal flood . ] Among many other learned mens , 't is the immortal Cowleys opinion , that under , or in the middle of the Earth , there is a Fund of Concreated water ( as well as Fire ) call'd — [ The Fountains of the great deep . ) ( d ) [ And even vitrifies the Mud. ] Vitrification is the last degree of Heat , in plain English turning into Glass . ( e ) [ To a Year , an Hour , a Minute kill . ] Some of the Italians are reported so skilful at the hellish Art of Poysoning ( well reckon'd together , if not sometimes the same , with Witchcraft ) that they 'll kill ye a man to any precise time , as certainly as a Clock ; and temper the potion so devilishly exquisite , it shall till such a time suspend its operation . ( f ) [ More Frenzies than a score Tarantula's . ] The Tarantula is a Spider found in Apulia in Italy , whose Poyson is so peculiar , that the Person bitten by it falls incessantly a Dancing , nor is to be cured but by — ( g ) [ Musick the common Counter-charm . ] Which dissipates the Venom , and makes 'em , ( I can't tell how ) sweat it out again . On a certain Nose . ROom for a Nose ( think what you will , 'T is true ) as High as — High-gate Hill : Turn't to a Bridge , 't will ease the Feet , a And reach from thence to Fryday-street ; ( If you 'll set under for a stay The man in Chains at Holloway . ) Steeple crown'd Nose , who thinks it scorn To be by any Spire o're-born ; b ( Fell Dragon-nose held up you know , Disdainfully a top of Bow ; A Nose which would not be content If meted by the Monument ; So scorns the May-pole in the Strand To measure with a Fishing-Wand : This with the Top of old St. Poll Had easily stood Cheek by Ioll. ( Tho● neither of their cloudy Spires Were proof against invading Fires : ) Nor now is it afraid to show c For ●igness with the Cupulo ; Bright Gorgeons Nose , which stoopeth not d To that of the Rhinocerot . And , if some Mad-man were his Friend , Would yield as much by Candles-end : But , ah ! unless it self 't would come , One Fleet could never lug it home ; Unless packt up in several Loads , d Like the fat Stradling God at Rhodes . A Voice it has ; a Voice so swingeing , f It drowns with ease Sir Morelands Engine , g And may be heard to Red'riff Shore , In spight of bawling Scull or Oar. Thence larger fall , and louder Streams Than those of roaring-Through-Bridge - Thames . A Boat ; a Boat ! or I●am drownded , I' th' Eddy of its Wave confounded ; Land me ! that I may see my Dearest , Land me at Queen-hithe ! — sure that 's the ( nearest . Where I'll to Nose compar't agen , In Head of Neighbour Saracen ; And sure the Painter could not erre , Who Copyd Face and all from Her. NOTES . ( a ) [ And reach from thence to Fryday-Street . ] Why Fryday Street ? 'T is reason enow if it ●●lls up the Verse . ( b ) [ Fell Dragon-Nose , which mounts you know , Disdainfully at Top of Bow. ] Alluding to that Dragon which is the Vane of Bow-Steeple . ( c ) [ For bigness with the Cupulo . ] The four Towers , to be joyn'd together , like ●hat at Wool-church . ( d ) Like the fat Stradling God at Rhodes . ] The Colossus at Rhodes was broken down and carryed away by degrees . 'T was of that vast bulk that Ships sail'd into the Haven between its Legs . ( e ) [ It drowns with ease Sir Morelands Engine . ] The speaking Trumpet , invented by Sir Sam. Moreland . ( f ) [ And may be heart to Red'riff Shore . ] One of these Trumpets had words pronounc'd by it at Gresham Colledge , which were heard distinctly and wrote down , a'tother side the water . In Praise of Horns . ASsist ye gentle Powers that can , Assist some blind good natur'd Man , All the Nines aid I 'd now refuse For one kind smile from Iordans Muse. 'T is done ! 't is done ! and by her power , At Feet of Prince ; or Emperour , Transform'd , with voice , and visage mild , I sit like any Pageant Child : First mannerly I bow'd my Head , Then perkt it up again , and se'd : First Wheat and Barley shall be sown , And sprout again on London-stone ; First Cure for Corns ! i' th' Stillyard range , And Thro'-bridge-hoa ! roar round the Change : And Guild-hall cross the Thames be born , E're I forget renowned Horn : When late with Ribbons all bedress●t , So gaudy , at the Cockney's Feast , Each little-Master struts along , Shouted by the Blew-apron'd-Throng , Which of the pretty Lads confess 't Amongst 'em all their Fathers Crest ? ●ho ' many a One his Glory owes ●nto the Sweat of Mothers brows ; ●ho by the Childrens looks could find ●e ever was to others kind ? The Calf is still without it born , ●ho ' Parent - Bull wears dreadful Horn ; ) ●is Wardrobe , when set out in State ●rops from his Fathers fertile Pate ; ●hich does whole Cornucopia's shed , ●o finifie him , round his Head. What glorious Things ! what Trinkets rare , Forrest Cart when joulted there , 〈◊〉 yearly bought at Charlton Fair. ●●●n-fair that better Tricks can shew ! ●●an Green-goofe , or than Bartlomew . ●hen Mistress drinks , and Iohn does thank her , 〈◊〉 the Kings-head , or the Blew-Anchor ; ●ow harmless does she smiling come , ●o bring best Husband Fairings home ! ●●●rings to make him fine and gay ●gainst next Training Holyday ? ●hich more than Silver Head-piece grace 〈◊〉 brazen brow , and Copper Face : ●atural Half-pikes which more adorn ●●an that upon the Vnicorn ; ●one such famous feats can do , ●hat Miracles are found in Two ? Two , grafted in the place of frontlets , A Princely pair of large Brow-antlets : Which if the Herauld plays his part , And draws his Hatchment out with Art ; Tho' Fields of Gules should overwhelm it , Must peep at Top of Argent Helmet : The Motto — Decus & Tutamen , a And I 'll for Rhyme , write under — Amen . NOTE . ( a ) [ And I 'll for Rhyme , write under — Amen . If this seems a little of the dullest , consid●● what Muse I 'me thro' all this Copy inspired wit●● Advice to Monsieur Ragoo , 〈◊〉 had his choice either to be Hang 〈◊〉 or Married . TAke Courage poor despairing Lover ! Walk up ! walk up , and e'ne turnove● Who Mounts the Brida●●Bed is madder By far , than him that Mounts the Ladder . What Man in 's Wits wo'n't rather chuse The Hempen , than the Marriage Noose ? Or in fo plain a Case would faulter , And take the Ring to leave the Halter ; Since you perhaps slight my Authority , Look back ! look back on beauteous Doroty ! Who often without Wit or Fear , Bids a whole Troop - Come on if they dare ! Come on ! she crys , nor should they scare me , Tho' Xerxes 't were and all his Army . There 's Doll : who knows what mischief follows ? Here 's nothing but a single Gallows . His prudence who would not admire , That leaps from Frying-pan to Fire ? See if you dare , you quiv'ring Booby , Those Lips of Pearl , that Snowt of Ruby : Within , ( I would not do her wrong ) There hangs a Clapper-alias - Tongue , It shakes the Church , and rives the Steeple , And when it Rings — beware good People ! Then , tho' perhaps you 'll at it wonder , Sowres all the Neighbours Ale like Thunder : As Lyons roar to Mouses squeaking ; b So Christ-church Tom , and Tom of Pequin ( Tho' we in this the Jesuits anger , ) Are both but Saints-bells to her Twanger : To Hell she scorns to be beholding , She deafs the Devils Dam with scolding ; Her face still Lavers when she washes , c Her Face which sneaks behind Proboscis . Bring the Commissioners o th' Sewer , And ere you Kiss her let 'em view her : They 'll fifty Dung-carts round her place , To clear the ●●nnel of her Face ; But all in vain since all too late , The Dirt is now concorporate : Inveterate Dirt of sev●n years standing , That scorns to wagg for their commanding And all her Frame you now may call Without a Figure — One Mud-wall . Which this great Rule to 'th Life expresses , 'T is Vniform — In Vglinesses . But O! what Sea-weed may compare With her strong Onion-Ropes of Hair. Step back a little ! call the Thatcher , No Peruke-maker e're could match her : No Nets are they , no Cupids fetter , But Halters plain ; nor worse , nor better . If thus her upper features show , Thy Mermaid sure 's meer Devil below ; If all this in her Wast-coat's noted , O how is she Be-petticoated ! Now of two Ills chuse you the least , ( And which that is may soon be guest ) Woo you the Rope , and not the Beauty , And bid the Hangman do his Duty . NOTES . ( a ) [ Look back ! look back on Beauteous Doroty ! Doll-Troop , or Doll-Common , Laundress ; ( and somewhat into the Bargain ) to a Troop of Horse : her Mr. Ragoo , when condemn'd for Plundering , was to marry , or be hang'd . ( b ) [ So Christ-church Tom , and Tom of Pequin . ] The Iesuits relate at Pequin in China is a Bell weighing twelve hundred thousand pound weight . ( c ) [ Her Face that sneaks behind Proboscis . ] The Proboscis is the Trunk , or Nose of an Elephant . On a pretended Schollar that would have had some Verses he had stoln from another Book inserted into the Maggots . HA ! then 't is Time ! affronted Muse begin ! Rouse each ill-natur'd sleeping Thought within : Purse thy dark Brow ! thy trembling Sinews strain , And swell the angry blood in ev'ry Vein ! Has Fortune dragg'd thy Vengeance from her Throne , Crusht out thy wonted Sting , and call'd thee Drone ? No! here 's a Pen do's manly spite revive , Jogs me , and lets me know my Soul 's alive ; And tells the wretch that urg'd a Poets frown , He has rouz'd a Lion that will rend him down . Was I so easie grown , so tame a Tool ! Had fate the power to cramp me into Fool ? That this to me ? and was my Stock so low , I must for scrapps of Wit a Mumping go ? What! Thief at second hand ! doubly the world abuse , And robb that Spittle of thy hungry Muse ! Since one good turn another do's require , Industrious Hackney these shall be thy Hire : This Load of Curses which would make thee crack , Tho' vampt with Porters , or with Camels back . What Colledge Sir ? where took you your Degree ? Bridewell or Bedlam — University ? No doubt thou there wert bless't with due applause , For decent beating Hemp , and picking Straws ; In one of them ( you see I dont collogue With Friends ) commencing Fool , in to'ther Rogue ; But ah ! at last the better party fail'd ; The Fool went down , the Rampant Rogue prevail'd . Long thou in Bridewell with fell fate didst wrastle , Like Hudibras , lock't in enchanted Castle ; What Devil against the Gates a Whirlwind hurl'd , And let thee out agen to Plague the World ? Of old ye out-ran the Constable , 't is true , But sure my Verse can run as fast as you : What tho' unknown ? I dare thy shade arraign , For Poets are not Prophets call'd in vain : Here take this Pass e're we for ever part , Then run , and then Farewell with all my Heart . The Poets pride , and Beggery , and Lies , The Cit● kind Wife , and fear , and avarice : The Lawyers yelling in their feign'd debate , And the fleec'd Clients wisdom all too late ; The keeping Cully's Jealousie , and Care ; The slighted Lovers Maggots , and Despair ; A Womans Body every day to dress , A fickle Soul , little as theirs , or less . The Courtiers Business , th' Impudence ' o' th' stage , And the Defeated Politicians rage ; A Clock-work Spouse , with loud eternal Clack , A Shop i' th' Change , still damn'd to What d' ye lack ! Worse than these Last , if any Curses more , a Ovid e're knew , or fiercer Oldhams store : Till not one part in Body , or Soul be free , May all their barbed Vengeance shower on Thee ; Press't with their weight long mayst thou raving lye , Envying an Halter but not dare to dye , And when condemn'd thou dost thy Clergy plead , Some frightful Fiend deny thee power to Read. Madness , Despair , Confusion , Rage , and Shame , Attend you to the place from whence you came ; To Tyburn thee let Carrion Horses draw , In jolting Cart without so much as Straw . Jaded may they lie down i' th' road , and tir'd , And , ( worse than one fair hanging ) twice be mir'd : b Mayst thou be maul'd with Pulchers Sexto●s Sermon , Till thou roar out For Hemp sake drive on Carman ! Pelted , and curst i' th' road by every one , E'ne to be Hang'd mayst thou the Gauntlet run ! Not one good Woman who in Conscience can Cry out — 'T is pity Troth — a proper Man ! Stupid and dull mayst thou rub off like Hone Without an open , or a smother'd Groan . May the Knot miss the place , and fitted be To plague , and torture , not deliver thee ! Be half-a-day a dying thus , and then c Revive like Savage to be hang'd agen ! In pity now thou shalt no longer live , For when thus satisfi'd , I can forgive . NOTES . ( a ) [ Ovid e're knew , or fiercer Oldhams store . ] Ovids curses on Ibis , and Oldhams on the Woman who ruin'd his Friend . ( b ) [ Mayst thou be maul'd with Pulchers Sexton's Sermon . ] The Sexton of St. Sepulchres Church , makes a kind of a preachment to such as go by to be hang'd . ( c ) [ Revive like Savage . ] One that was hang●d twice . A Pindaric Poem On Three Skipps of a Louse . 1. QUeen of all harmonious Things ! Cap'ring Words , and frisking Strings , What Hang'd Hero wilt thou sing ? What lowsy Rogue to equal Glories bring ? Ah! what could man do more ? I strove To teach my Strings of Thundring Iove ; Of long-nail'd Iuno , Scold Divine , Of Cerberus and Proserpine ; But all in vain , for in a Trice My mighty Hero's dwindled down to Lice : Go Charioteer ! the Coach prepare ! ( Or call a Coach if any's there ! ) My Muse forsooth must take the Air ; And we intend to rove Beyond the narrow Bounds of Nature , and of Iove . We 'll take a race Where light-cloath'd Nothings , and thin fantoms dwell , Beyond the narrow Bounds of time and place , Beyond the out-strecht Line of Farth , of Heaven , and Hell. 2. Pindaric Pegasus ! advance Now with the lofty Barbary proudly waving prance , And amble now Like a Galloping Cow ! But if thy Cross-grain'd Ladies will not l●nd ▪ Their winged Saddle-nag to ' blige a friend , If they lock up their Cellar all-divine , And will not spare one soop of Aganippe - Wine , Tell 'em I 'll get assistance nigher That soon shall mount me higher ; In Bedstaffs-twinkling I 'll be gone a To better Streams at Islington , Inspir'd from Sadlers Pump I 'le do , and dare As much as any motly drunken Doctor there , There boles of Helicon my Horse and I 'll carouse , And for the founder'd Iade mount my curretting Lowse . 3. So rides the great Mogul in State b When at proud Agra's trembling Gate , Met by each humble , as a Potentate ; VVith Flow'rs the Roads are pav'd , with Flow'rs the houses crown'd , And bruitish Mirth , and barb'rous joy runs all-along , Whilst he uplifted high Like a New Titan , scales the Sky . From that wild Mount of Flesh , whose Shoulders bear , Better than Aesops Eagles , Castles in the air . So a tall Ant in days of yore c A Bold adventurous Pigme bore . So , on my fair-neckt Louse securely set d Like great Astolfo , or little Pacolet , With Spur and Switch I make my Steed curvet . Hold , hold ! I 'me gone ! I 'me gone ! that leap has lost us : So Old-Nick sored away with Doctor Faustus . 4. Beyond th' attraction of dull Earth we 're born , Near the purple chambers of the Morn ; Now less , and less the lengthen'd Species grow ; Now , credit me , We hardly see Athos and Tenariff , and Michaels Mount below , e In Glass or brazen Chariot scarce so soon , f Nor with Domingo's Ganza's had we reach'd the Moon . There we discover Over and over g VVhat e're quick Azant or Hevelius saw ; VVithout their Glasses Her Lunatick Faces , Aetna's , and Land , and Sea , we in a Map could draw . But my poor Lowse more of its kind h Above could find , For all the Lowsie Woodcocks still were left behind , And therefore calmly dives to Earth again ; So Angels think themselves down thro' the airy Main . 5. O'er Hedge and Ditch , a Scholars , or a Hunters pace VVe run our hare-brain'd Race . From Post to Pillar I 'm like Epicurus hurl'd By all the Flaming Limits of the VVorld . VVhere e're we go By Friend , or Foe , We my Majestic Lowses Subjects found ; Armies of Beggars gay In Endless Sun-shine play , And Lice , as blithe as they In jolly Squadrons dance around . Thus did the Sprightly Youth , but those whom hoary age Had form'd more wise and sage Upon a Captive Comb plac'd round in State Declaim among the unexperienc'd Fry The Nitty Auditory listning by ; And all their Great Forefathers Deeds in greater Verse relate . 6. Then to my Lowses Pallace we draw nigh , ( For sure by all this it may with ease be understood , Mine was a Lowse of princely blood ) Where he in tryumph still remains Dragging Pilgarlick Death in Chains , And even in Church-yards obtains the Victory . When pale Death with harpy claws ( And huge unconscionable Jaws ) To the Sick the Curtain draws . And the Nurses softly tell Sad enquiring Friends - He 's well , They to the Church-yard follow him , and there With him they bury all their Love , and all their Care. My kind Lowse more kind and bold Hectors Death , and keeps his Hold , Keeps his Hold , or what 's as fair , Comes agen , and finds him there . Drives Sir Rawbones from the Stone , Claims the Marble all his own ; i 〈◊〉 his own Substance quickens mouldring Men , And makes 'em live , at least an Animals Life agen . 7. Now Heaven and Earth survey'd a dreadful leap we take Over the Sooty Stygian Lake ; My Lowse my Sybill was , and all as well I know not how k Without a half-penny , or a Golden bough , I like Aeneas travell'd Hell. We lookt , and lookt again , And lookt , and lookt with Care , But lookt , and lookt in vain , Nor could we find one House of Purgatory there : Those old descriptions fail Whose realms are chang'd And in another Method rang'd ; We Mountains find where we expect a flowry vale . 8. Into the Gulph at last my Palfray plung'd , t' explore Secrets to none but great Quevedo known before . So brave Empedocles at Aetna's flaming Hole ( The sight enough to melt a common Soul ) Leapt smiling in , with this undaunted Cry , To be a God 't is worth the while to die . So when the hungry Earth gap't wide And let in hateful Light , The trembling Ghost to fright In their own Realm of Night ; Curtius all arm'd to the black breach did ride ; He saw , and smiled with an unbroken mind Where all the quaking City sled , and scarce durst look behind : In sprung the noble Youth with this undaunted Cry , So Rome but live , and flourish , — Thus let Curtius dy . 9. Where am I now ? Bugbears , and sprights are there : l Here Kelly's Devils buz round me , Here Doctor Dees dumfound me ; Here 's Mephistophilus with Tail , and Horns , and Hair , m And each foul Fiend in Bartlomew Fair ; Sights which a stouter man than me might scare , But worse , far worse than Devils at the Gate , n Bands of Quevedo's hungry Taylors wait ; From A●ropos each stole a pair of Sheers , And gladly now to ensure his Head I 'd give my Louses Ears : Horridly gay their Teeth , and Nails were painted ore With flesh confus'd , and Skin , and Brains , and mingling Gore . Hunger , as well as Anger weapons makes ; His Bodkin this , and this his pond'rous yard , and this his Thimble takes : The Cannibals in dreadful order stood To murder and devour even their own Flesh and Blood ; To murder and devour my Louse , so wise , so great , so good : So conqu'ring Indians feed , and hope to find In their brave enemyes broil●d Corps the Vertues of his Mind . 10. Yet my undaunted Louse can scorn 'em all , He rears his strong Proboscis high , And does the unmanly rage defie Of each unequal enemy , And like himself intends to fall . o His Martial Soul peeps thro' his Alablaster Skin , The bloody drop moves quick , and beats a point of War within . Their tedious trembling Troops he do's to Combat call , Waits for each mortal blow , contemns each fatal pass , p And cryes , Pound on ! 't is but the husk of Anaxagoras . Whilst quaking Hell do's with concern the event attend , Least the sharp Conqu'rors should too rav'nous be , And in the Carra●e swallow me , I durst not stay the fight — but waked — and there 's an end . NOTES . ( a ) [ From Aganippe I 'll be gone , To better springs at Islington . ] The New Waters discover'd there the last Summer . ( b ) [ When at proud Agra's trembling Gate . ] Agra is one of the Great Moguls Royal Cities ; he uses to ride on a white Elephant . ( c ) [ So a tall Ant in days of yore , A poor adventurous Pigmee bore . ] Read the story , thus ingeniously describ'd in Mr. Crashaw . — " High mounted on an Ant , Nanus the Tall , " Was thrown alas ! and got a deadly fall : " Under the unruly Beasts proud feet he lies , " All torn ; with much ado before he dyes , " Yet strains these Words — Base envy do ! laugh on , " Thus did I fall , and thus fell Phaeton . ( d ) [ Like great Astolfo , or little Pacolet . ] A couple of expeditious Gentlemen ( as well mounted as the Witch in Paudaemonium ) Astolfo in Orlando Furioso on a Griffith : Pacolet in the famous and renowned Chronicle of Valentine and Orson , on a Wooden Horse . ( e ) [ In Glass or Brazen chariot scarce so soon , ( f ) Nor with Domingo's Ganza's had we reacht the Moon . ] You see Reader , other folks have had their Maggots as well as your Humble Servant . Two Bishops have wrote expresly of this new Plantation , and the way to sayl thither . One by making a Globe of Glass , or Brass lighter than the Atmosphere , which must therefore naturally ascend : The other by a way perhaps as practicable as the former , by harnessing a certain number of Fowl , called by the Spaniards [ Ganza's ] on which he makes Signior Domingo hoisted thither . ( g ) [ What e're quick Azant , or Hevelius saw ] Two famous Astronomers , one in France , the other in Denmark . ( h ) [ For all the lowsy Woodcocks still were left behind ] Vid. Where you can find it , this account . When any of the Woodcocks remain behind , the main body returning at Summer to the Land of the Moon , they are reported to be all lowsy . ( i ) [ In his own Substance quickens mouldring men A vulgar observation — that dead Bodies in time turn all to perfect Lumps of Lice . ( k ) Without a Sybill , or a Golden bough . ] Both which are necessary to one that intends a visit to the Infernal Regions — ask Virgil else . ( l ) [ Here Kellys Devils buz round me , Here Dr. Dee's dumfound me ] See Dr. Casauban's account of those Spirits with whom Dr. d ee and Kelly had contracted so intimate a Correspondence . Very good natur'd Devils it seems , for they perswaded the Conjurers to sw●p Wives , as a necessary Ceremony in their Magical operations . ( m ) [ Here 's Mephistophilus with Tayl , and Horns and Hair. ] A Thundering Devil that , Dr. Faustus's familiar . See his Life . ( n ) [ Bands of Quevedo's hungry Taylors wait . ] Scarce any body but has read Quevedo's Visions of Hell , nor can any that have read 'em sure forget how over●stockt he m●kes the sooty regions with that kind of Cattle . ( o ) [ His martial Soul peeps thro' his Alablaster skin , The Bloody drop — ] No Creature in the world so testy as a Lowse . In a Microscope , one drop of Blood is seen passing up and down very nimbly in the nature of a pulse . ( p ) [ And crys , pound on ! 't is but the husk of Anaxagoras . ] I would entreat any that know that hard-named Gentleman's right Name to keep silence , for ' t would ' spoyl the Rhyme sadly if this should be blotted out , and that inserted . FINIS ▪ A30923 ---- Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others. Barker, Jane. 1688 Approx. 445 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 216 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A30923 Wing B770 ESTC R7698 11902125 ocm 11902125 50591 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Songs, English -- Texts. 2000-00 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2001-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2001-12 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2001-12 TCP Staff (Michigan) Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-01 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Licensed and Entred according to Order . POETICAL RECREATIONS : Consisting of ORIGINAL POEMS , SONGS , ODES , &c. With several New TRANSLATIONS . In Two PARTS . PART I. Occasionally Written by Mrs. IANE BARKER . PART II. By several Gentlemen of the UNIVERSITIES , and Others . — pulcherrimá Virgo Incedit , magnâ Iuvenum stipante catervâ . Virg. LONDON , Printed for Benjamin Crayle , at the Peacock and Bible , at the West-end of St. Pauls . 1688. Sr. Clement Cottrell Kt. Master of the Ceremonyes THE PUBLISHER TO The Reader . LEST the Book might appear Naked , and unfashionable , I thought it could not be altogether unnecessary to say something by way of Preface ; Therefore , not to be tedious , and pedantickly stuff it up with Quotations of several Languages , ( as some affect , to shew Learning ) I shall only say this of the ensuing Poetical Recreations , That the kind reception some other things of this nature have found , encouraged me in the attempt of Publishing these ; and I hope they may give as equivalent satisfaction as any that have preceded them : for the ensuing Verses have pass'd the test of several that know how to judge of Poetry , and that was sufficient to prompt me to the adventure . The First Part of these Miscellanies are the effects of a Ladies Wit , and I hope all the Courtly will ( though out of a Complement ) allow them for valuable : But however , not to say much more of her Verses , I doubt not but they will commend themselves far better than I can pretend to ; for all good things carry with them a certain irresistable Authority , not to be oppos'd . The Second Part flows from the Pens of those whose Educations gave them the opportunity of improving their natural Endowments at the Universities , and some others who wanted those advantages ; and by reading you may find the difference of Parts improv'd , and Parts as barely natural : And as Learning is but a way to set off Nature , so very often we see Nature naked to appear more beautifull , than when confin'd or daub'd by auker'd and unnecessary Art , which makes it often prove like a good Face spoil'd by ill Paint , and injurious Washes . But not to pretend to give you a particular Harangue of each Authour , and an account of their Writings , who have been so kind to the World as to contribute to this Piece ; I shall only say that that which Horace said of himself , is applicable to them : Libera per vacuum posui Vestigia princeps , Non aliena meo pressi pede . — They 've trod new Paths , to others Feet unknown , And bravely ventur'd to lead others on . If you that read , like , and recommend , so that the Book sells , I am oblig'd , and you pleas'd : And therefore I shall leave you to the tryal . Vale. B. CRAYLE . To Madam IANE BARKER , On Her Incomparable POEMS . SOon as some envious Angel's willing hand Snatch'd Great Orinda srom our happy Land ; The Great Orinda , whose Seraphick Pen Triumph'd o'er Women , and out-brav'd ev'n Men : Then our Male - Poets modestly thought fit , To claim the honour'd Primacy in Wit ; But , lo , the Heiress of that Ladies Muse , Rivals their Merits , and their Sence out-do's ; With swifter flights of fancy wings her Verse , And nobler Greatness valiant Acts reherse . Her Modish Muse abhors a constant dress , Appears each day in fineries afresh : Sometimes in pompous Grandeur she do's nobly stalk , Then clad in tragick Buskins do's Majestick walk ; She swells in blushing Purple , or looks big in Arms , Proclaims destructive Wars , & triumphs in Alar'ms ; Denounces fall of States , and fate of greatest Kings , Ruin of mighty Monarchs , and of mighty Things . Sometimes her angry Muse , fill'd with Satyrick rage , Lashes the frantick follies of a froward Age ; Then whips , and fiery Serpents ev'ry Verse entwine , And sharpest-pointed Vengeance fills each threatning line . Sometimes her kinder Muse do's softly sing Of native joys , which in the Country spring : Then , Noiseless as Planets , all her Numbers move , Or silent breathings of a sleeping Dove ; Soft as the Murmur of a gentle Air , Or Mid-nights whispers 'twixt an Amorous pair . A genuine sweetness through her Verses flow , And harmless Raptures , such as Shepherds know ; She fills each Plain , each Wood , each shady Grove , With wearied Echoes of repeated Love. Bald and Bombastick equally you shun , In ev'n paces all your Numbers run . Spencer 's aspiring fancy fills your Soul , Whilst lawfull Raptures through your Poems rowl , Which always by your guidance do submit , To th' curb of Iudgment , and the bounds of Wit. When in a Comick sweetness you appear , Iohnson's humour seems revived there . When lofty Passions thunder from your Pen , Methinks I hear Great Shakespear once again . But what do's most your Poetry commend ? You ev'n begin where those great Wits did end . Your infant fancy with that height is crown'd , Which they with pains and cost ( when old ) scarce found . Go on , Dear Madam , and command our praise , Our freshest Laurels , and our greenest Bays . St. Iohn's Colledge . PHILASTER . To the Ingenious Mrs. BARKER , On Her Excellent POEMS . LOng since my Thoughts did thus for boding tell , The Muses wou'd their Governours expell , And raise a Female Heir unto the Crown , One of their Sex to sit upon the Throne : And now the time is come , we joy to see We 're Subjects to so great a Queen as thee ; Before in all things else we did submit , ( Madam ) in all things else but only Wit : Such was our vain Self-love , and stubborn Pride , But Heav'n was pleas'd to take the weakest side . And now as Captives to our Conquerour , We must surrender all into your Pow'r , Not daring to keep back the smallest part , But own with shame , and praise your great Desert . Nor are you so desirous of the Bays , As to deny Others deserved Praise ; But giving them an Everlasting Name , You merit to your self a nobler Fame ; While your own Glory you so much neglect , And Others with such skill and care protect , More lasting Trophies to your self erect . But ah , how high your Fancy takes its flight , Whilst they admire at you , gone out of sight : So all in Fire Elijah fled unkind , And left Elisha wond'ring here behind : They , like Elisha , for a Blessing call , You hear their Pray'rs , and let the Mantle fall . With this they strange unheard-of things can doe , Had they a fiery Coach , they 'd be Elijah's too . Farther oblige the World ( good Madam ) still By divine Raptures of your warbling Quill . Restore the Muses , and true Poetry , And teach what Charms do in true Measures lye : And when you find a time best to retreat , Spin out into a Web of Fancy , and of Wit. Let me your Muse a Legacy inherit , A double Portion of your sacred Spirit . C. G. To the Ingenious AUTHOUR , Mrs. IANE BARKER , ON HER POEMS . I. AS in the ancient Chaos , from whose Womb The Universe did come ; All things confus'd , disorder'd were , No signs o' th' luster , which did after grace The whole Creation's face ; Nothing of Beauty did appear , But all was a continu'd boundless space , Till the Almighty's powerfull Command , Whose Action ev'r more quick than thought , The Infant World out of confusion brought ; Whose all-commanding hand , With Beasts & Trees did bounteously adorn the fruitfull Land. II. So where my Thoughts , if Thoughts can be Design'd from Wit , and Poetrie , Nothing but Ignorance appear'd , Dull ignorance , and folly too , With all that Crew , And home-bred Darkness held the regencie , Till your Almighty Pen This Chaos clear'd , And of old arm'd Men , Strange Miracles rose out o' th' Earth : So to your charming Wit I owe These Verses , 't is your Word that makes them so ; Which rais'd from such a barren ground , Strive to resound Your praise , who by such harmless Magick gave them Birth . III. And as the Heav'ns , to which we all things owe , Scarce own those Bounties which they do bestow : So you 're as kind as they , Submit your kinder influence , To be by us determin'd , us obey ; And still from them Give us ev'n for our weakness a reward , Without regard To Merit : Or if any thing we doe , Worth praise , though solely it proceed from you , Yet for our smallest diligence you doubly do repay . St. Iohn's Colledge . EXILIUS . In Elegantem IANAE BARKER Poeticen Epigramma . FOnte Caballino Ianam cùm cerno lavatam , An Sappho est , inquam , quae rediviva canit ? Non , ait , at parere ut possim praeclara Virorum Facta datum ; haud aliis , sed peperisse viros . M. Heliogenes de L' Epi. Philos. ac Med. P. To Mrs. IANE BARKER , On Her Ingenious POEMS . WE Men wou'd fain monopolize all Wit , And e'er since Adam nam'd the Beasts , claim'd it , Thinking in that , by him , our Patent writ . How grosly we mistook , Orinda knew , We are convinc'd too by your Verse and Yo● . 'T is true , at Ten , we 're sent to th' whipping fry , To tug at Classick Oars , and trembling lye Under Gill's heavy lash , or Buzby's Eye . At Eighteen , we to King's or Trinity are sent , And nothing less than Laureate will content ; We search all Sects , ( like Systematick Fools ) And sweat o'er Horace for Poetick Rules . Yet after all these Mountain-throes and din , At length drops out some poor crude Sooterkin , And makes — cob Tonson vex't he e'er put in . But here a Lady , with less noise and pain , Lays by her Bobbins , Tape , and Point-Lorrain ; Attends her serene Soul , till forth she brought Fancy well-shap't , and true digested Thought . Shadwell and Settle yield she hath the knack , And swear she will out-doe Revolting Iack ; She cloaths her Sence in such a modest Style , That her chast Lines no Reader can defile . Madam , your happy Vein we all admire , Pure unmix't rays ( just so Ethereal fire Will shine above the Atmosphere of gross desire , ) Brisk Ayrs , chast Sence , and most delighting Lays ; Take off your Top-knots , and put on the Bays . S. C. Esq. To the Incomparable GALAECIA , On the Publication of Her POEMS . WHen a new Star do's in the Skies appear , And to some Constellation , shining there , New lustre adds , and gilds the rowling Sphere . Then all the Sons of Art , wond'ring to see The bright , and the amazing Noveltie ; By most accurate Observations , try To search , and find its perfect Theory ; To know its colour , form , place , magnitude , And from strange Causes strange Effects conclude : So all Men , pleas'd with thy ingenuous fire , Who beauteous Verse , and happy slights admire ; With joy behold a Wit so pure as thine , In this dark Age of Ignorance to shine , And scatter Rays so dazling and Divine . All think it glorious , and with vast delight , Gaze on a Star so charming , and so bright ; Nor are amaz'd that Wits less gay and clear , At the approach of thine , shou'd disappear . That Poetaster's of a low degree , Shou'd now neglected , and unvalu'd be , And spreading Fame confin'd alone to thee ; Since none so nicely are observ'd , and view'd , As the large Stars of the first Magnitude . And may your piercing Wit shine always bright As th' Ev'ning Star in a clear frosty Night , Unrival'd by the Moon 's faint borrow'd light . May never interposing sorrows meet , To cloud , or to obscure your growing Wit. But may your Rhimes be still imploy'd to tell , What satissaction do's in Knowledge dwell ; And as you have begun , so yet go on , To make coy Nature's secrets better known ; And may we learn in purest Verse , from thee , The Art of Physick , and Anatomie ; While the much-pleas'd Apollo smiles to see Medicine at once improv'd , and Poetrie . FIDELIUS . A TABLE OF THE POEMS Contained in the FIRST PART OF POETICAL RECREATIONS . AN Invitation to my Friends at Cambridge . Page 1 To Mr. Hill , on his Verses to the Dutchess of York , when she was at Cambridge . p. 4 To my Cousin Mr. E. F. on his Excellent Painting . p. 6 To my Reverend Friend Mr. H — on his Presenting me The Reasonableness of Christianity , and The History of King Charles the First , &c. p. 8 To Mr. G. P. my Adopted Brother , on the nigh approach of his Nuptials . p. 11 A Virgin Life . p. 12 To my Friend Exillus , on his persuading me to Marry Old Damon . p. 14 To Dr. R. S. my Indifferent Lover , who complain'd of my Indifferency . p. 16 On the Death of my Dear Friend and Play-fellow , Mrs. E. D. p. 18 The Prospect of a Landskip , beginning with a Grove , proceeding to a Rivulet , and ending with a Hill. p. 20 To Sir F. W. presenting him Cowley's first Works . p. 28 To Ovid's Heroines in his Epistles . ibid. To my Honourablle Unkle Colonel C — after his Return into the Low-Countries . p. 29 On the Apothecary's Filing my Bills amongst the Doctor 's . p. 31 To my unkind Strephon. p. 34 To my Friend S. L. on his receiving the Name of Little Tom King. p. 37 Necessity of Fate . p. 38 A Letter to my Honoured Friend Mr. E. S. p. 40 On my Mother and my Lady W. who both lay sick at the same time under the Hands of Dr. Paman . p. 42 In Commendation of the Female Sex. p. 44 To my Brother whilst he was in France . p. 46 On the Death of my Brother . p. 47 On the same : A Pindarique Ode . p. 51 Part of the 19th Psalm . p. 56 Coming from — in a Dark Night . p. 58 To my Dear Cousin Mrs. M. T. after the Death of her Husband and Son. p. 59 To my Young Lover . p. 61 To my Young Lover on his Vow . p. 62 To my Young Lover : A Song . p. 64 To my unkind Friend Little Tom King. p. 65 A 2d Epistle to my Honoured Friend Mr. E. S. p. 70 A Pastoral Dialogue betwixt Two Shepherd-Boys . p. 7● To Mr. C. B. on his Incomparable Singing . p. 76 The Complaint . p. 78 A Song . p. 79 The Unruly Heart : Song . p. 81 Song . p. 82 Song . p. 83 A Bacchanalian Song . p. 84 An Ode . p. 86 Absence for a Time. p. 87 Parting with — p. 89 The Anchorite . p. 91 Iane , Nan , and Frank , their Farewell to Captain C. going to Sea. p. 92 To her Lover's Complaint : A Song . p. 94 To my Adopted Brother Mr. G. P. on my frequent Writing to him . p. 95 To my Friends against Poetry . p. 96 To the Importunate Address of Poetry . p. 97 A Farewell to Poetry , with a long Digression on Anatomy . p. 99 On the Death of my Brother , a Sonnet . p. 107 Resolved never to Versifie more . p. 108 ERRATA . PArt . I. Page 19. Line 1. for the , read ye . Part II. Page 47. line 4. for Celestial , read the Celestial . Page 48. line 4. for crack , read choak . Page 61. line 6. for your , read you . Page 89. line 7. for Things , read Thinns . Page 192. line 6. for but obtain , read obtain . Page 211. line 8. for streams , read stream . Page 268. line ult . for reserv'd , read refin'd . Page 278. line 19. for Fight , read Sight . Miscellany POEMS . PART I. By Mrs. IANE BARKER . An Invitation to my Friends at Cambridge . IF , Friends , you would but now this place accost , E're the young Spring that Epithet has lost , And of my rural joy participate ; You 'd learn to talk at this distracted rate . Hail , Solitude , where Innocence do's shroud Her unvail'd Beauties from the cens'ring Croud ; Let me but have her Company , and I Shall never envy this World●s Gallantry : We 'll find out such inventions to delude And mock all those that mock our solitude , That they for shame shall fly for their defence To gentle Solitude and Innocence : Then they will find how much they 've been deceiv'd , When they the flatt'ries of this World believ'd . Though to few Objects here we are confin'd , Yet we have full inlargement of the Mind . From varying Modes , which do our Lives inslave , Lo here a full Immunity we have . For here 's no pride but in the Sun 's bright Beams , Nor murmuring , but in the Crystal streams . No avarice is here , but in the Bees , Nor is Ambition found but in the Trees . No Wantonness but in the frisking Lamb● , Nor Luxury but when they suck their Dams . Nor are there here Contrivances of States , Only the Birds contrive to please their Mates ; Each minute they alternately improve A thousand harmless ways their artless love . No Cruel Nymphs are here to tyrannize , Nor faithless Youths their scorn to exercise ; Unless Narcissus be that sullen he That can despise his am'rous talking she . No Emulation here do's interpose , Unless betwixt the Tulip and the Rose ; But all things do conspire to make us bless'd , ( Yet chiefly 't is Contentment makes the Feast ) 'T is such a pleasing solitude as yet Romance ne're found , where happy Lovers met : Yea such a kind of solitude it is , Not much unlike to that of Paradise , Where all things do their choicest good dispence , And I too here am plac'd in innocence . I shou'd conclude that such it really were , But that the Tree of Knowledge won't grow here● Though in its culture I have spent some time , Yet it disdains to grow in our cold Clime , Where it can neither Fruit nor Leaves produce Good for its owner , or the publick use . How can we hope our Minds then to adorn With any thing with which they were not born ; Since we 're deny'd to make this small advance , To know their nakedness and ignorance ? For in our Maker's Laws we 've made a breach , And gather'd all that was within our reach , Which since we ne're could touch ; Altho' our Eyes Do serve our longing-Souls to tantalize , Whilst kinder fate for you do's constitute Luxurious Banquets of this dainty Fruit. Whose Tree most fresh and flourishing do's grow , E'er since it was transplanted amongst you ; And you in Wit grow as its branches high , Deep as its Root too in Philosophy ; Large as its spreading Arms your Reasons grow , Close as its Umbrage do's your Iudgments show ; Fresh as its Leaves your sprouting fancies are , Your Vertues as its Fruits are bright and fair . To Mr. HILL , on his Verses to the Dutchess of YORK , when she was at Cambridge . WHat fitter Subject could be for thy Wit ? What Wit for Subject could there be more fit Than thine for this , by which thou 'st nobly shew'd Thy Soul with Loyal Sentiments endew'd ? Not only so , but prov'd thy self to be Mirrour of what her Highness came to see : VVho having seen the Schools of Art , the best She found concenter'd in thy matchless Breast ; And doubtless when she saw the eager joys Of Ears no less ambitious than their Eyes , She did conclude their coming was not there To see her only , but thy Wit to hear : Thine whose ascent shall learned Cambridge grace , And shew it 's no such foggy level place As most a●firm ; for now the VVorld shall know That * Woods and Hills of wit in Cambridge grow , VVhose lofty tops such pleasing Umbrage make , As may induce the Gallants to forsake Their dear-lov'd Town , to gather in this place Some witticisms of a better race , Than what proceed from swearing Criticks , who Kick Tavern Boys , and Orange-Wenches wooe , Are Machavillians in a Co●fee-house , And think it wit a poor Street-Whore to chouse ; And for their Father Hobbs will talk so high , Rather than him they will their God deny : And lest their wit should want a surer proof , They boast of crimes they ne're were guilty of . Thus hellish cunning drest in Masquerade Of Wit 's disguise , so many have betray'd , And made them Bondslaves , who at first did fly Thither Wit 's famine only to supply . But now I hope they 'll find the task too great , And think at last of making a retreat : Since here 's a Pisgah-Hill whereon to stand To take a prospect of Wit 's holy Land , Flowing with Milk of Christian innocence , And Honey of Cic'ronian Eloquence . To my Cousin Mr. E. F. on his Excellent PAINTING . SHould I in tuneless lines strive to express That harmony which all your lines confess , Ambition would my judgment so out-run , Ev'n as an Archer that would hit the Sun. My Muse , alas ! is of that humble size , She scarce can to a Counter-tenour rise ; Much less must she to treble notes aspire , To match the Beauties of your pencil●s Quire : Yet quite forbear to sing , she can●t , since you Such ample objects for her praises shew . No Poet here can have his tongue confin'd , Unless he 's , like his Master Homer , blind , But must in spight of all his conscious fears , Say something where such Excellence appears . VVhere each line is in such due order plac'd , Nature stands by afraid to be disgrac'd . Lo in the Eye such graces do appear , As if all Beauties were united there . Yet diff●rent Passions seem therein to move , Grave ev'n as VVisdom , brisk and sweet as Love : The lips , which always are committing rapes , ( To which the Youths fly more than Birds to th' Grapes ) With colour that transcends the Indian-lake , And harmless smiles they do their Conquests make . I should be tedious should I mention all VVhich Iustice would the chiefest Beauties call , VVhose line'ments all harmony do shew , And yet no less express all Beauty too , A strange reverse of nature seems to be , That now we Beauty hear , and Musick see ; Yet just proportion in true numbers meer , VVhich make a Chorus even heav'nly sweet . Could I think Antient Painters equall●d thee , I should conclude Romance true History ; Not think it strange that Pictures could excite Those Gallant Hero's then to love and fight ; Nor say that Painters did on them impose , Since they made Gods and Mortals like to those ; As Poets did create the Deities , So Painters gave them their ubiquities : For had not Painters them to th' Vulgar shown , They only to the Learned had been known : Nor are we less than they oblig'd to you , VVho give us Beauty , and immortalize it too . To my Reverend Friend Mr. H — . on his Presenting me The Reasonableness of Christianity , and The History of King CHARLES the First , &c. GOod Sir , if I could my Resentments shew In words , how much I am oblig'd to you , I wou'd invoke some Muse to teach me how T' express my gratitude in number now ; But , Sir , the kindness which to me you shew'd , Transcends the bounds of finite gratitude : What number then , alas , can there be fit To cypher kindness which is infinite ? And such is that which teaches us to know God and our selves , and what we ought to do : For whilst I in your Parish spent my Youth , I gain'd the knowledge of all saving Truth ; And when my Exit was by fate design'd , To shew , you 'd not impos'd upon my Mind ( In its Minority , what Reason might In its mature and full-grown vigour slight ) You kindly gave me in Epitome , The Reasonableness of Christianitie . Which shews there 's no necessity to make Us discard Reason when our Faith we take . For God , who knew how apt we were to slide From Faith , if we 'd no reason sor our Guide , Made all his Precepts , which on Faith were fix'd , To be with reason , and our int'rest mix'd ; For howsoe'er by some they 're understood , I 'm sure it is our int'rest to be good : And lest Example should be wanting to Excite us to what Precepts bid us do , He always gave us some , whose Virtues did Exalt good deeds , and wicked ones forbid ; Whose Christian strength was able to subdue The busie World , Flesh , and the Devil too . 'Mongst whom there 's none more Eminently good Than he who seal'd the Truth with 's Royal Blood ; Who prov'd himself by 's Royal Sufferings The best of Men , as well as best of Kings : As David was Christ's Sire , and Servant , so Charles was his Brother , Son and Servant too . Much might be said to call our Wonder forth , And fall much short of his transcendent VVorth ; For he so far all praises do's surpass , That who speaks most , speaks short of what he was . For nothing can his matchless worth express , Nor characterize his mighty Soul , unless VVisdom her self assume religious dress . Thanks then , Good Sir , to you , for giving me This compleat Mirrour of Christianitie . To Mr. G. P. my Adopted Brother ; on the nigh approach of his Nuptials . Dear Brother , THy Marry'ng humour I dare scarce upbraid ; Lest thou retort upon me Musty Maid ; Yet prithee don 't its joys too much esteem , It will not prove what distance makes it seem : Bells are good musick , if they 're not too nigh , But sure 'ts base living in a Belfery . To see Lambs skip o're Hills is pretty sport , But who wou'd justle with them in their Court ? Then let not Marriage thee in danger draw , Unless thou' rt bit with Love's Tarantula ; A Frenzy which no Physick can reclaim , But Crosses , crying Children , scolding Dame : Yet who would such a dang'rous Med'cine try , Where a disease attends the remedy ; Whilst Love's Diaryan it assays to cure , It introduces Anger 's Calenture . Ah , pity thy good humour should be spoil'd , The glory of thy wit and friendship soil'd : From Married Man wit's Current never flows , But grave and dull , as standing Pond , he grows ; Whilst th' other like a gentle stream do's play , With this World's pebbles , which obstruct his way . What should I talk , this and much more you know Of all the troubles you must undergo . Yet if we 'll eat Tythe-pig , we must endure The punishment to serve the Parson's cure . A VIRGIN LIFE . SInce , O ye Pow'rs , ye have bestow'd on me So great a kindness for Virginity , Suffer me not to fall into the Pow'rs Of Mens almost Omnipotent Amours ; But in this happy Life let me remain , Fearless of Twenty five and all its train , Of slights or scorns , or being call'd Old Maid , Those Goblings which so many have betray'd : Like harmless Kids , that are pursu'd by men , For safety run into a Lyon's Den. Ah lovely State how strange it is to see , What mad conceptions some have made of thee , As though thy Being was all wretchedness , Or foul deformity i' th' ugliest dress ; Whereas thy Beauty's pure , Celestial , Thy thoughts Divine , thy words Angelical : And such ought all thy Votaries to be , Or else they 're so , but for necessity . A Virgin bears the impress of all good , In that dread Name all Vertue 's understood : So equal all her looks , her mien , her dress , That nought but modesty seems in excess . And when she any treats or visits make , 'T is not for tattle , but for Friendship 's sake ; Her Neighb'ring Poor she do's adopt her Heirs , And less she cares for her own good than theirs ; And by Obedience testifies she can Be 's good a Subject as the stoutest Man. She to her Church such filial duty pays , That one would think she 'd liv'd i' th' pristine days . Her Closet , where she do's much time bestow , Is both her Library and Chappel too , Where she enjoys society alone , I' th' Great Three-One — She drives her whole Lives business to these Ends , To serve her God , enjoy her Books and Friends . To my Friend EXILLUS , on his persuading me to Marry Old Damon . WHen Friends advice with Lovers forces joyn , They 'll conquer Hearts more fortify'd than mine● For mine lyes as it wont , without defence , No Guard nor Art but its own innocence ; Under which Fort , it could fierce storms endure , But from thy Wit I find no Fort secure . Ah , why would'st thou assist my Enemy , Who was himself almost too strong for me ? Thou with Idolatry mak'st me adore , And homage do to the proud Conquerour . Now round his Neck my willing Arms I 'd twine , And swear upon his Lips , My Dear , I 'm thine , But that his kindness then would grow , I fear , Too weighty for my weak desert to bear . I fear 't wou'd even to extreams improve , And Iealousie , they say , 's th' extream of Love ; That after all my kindness to him shown , My little Neddy , he 'll not think 't his own : Ev'n thou my Dear Exillus he 'll suspect , If I but look on thee , I him neglect : Not only He-friends innocent as thou , But he 'll mistrust She-friends and Heav'n too . Thus best things may be turn'd to greatest harm , As saying th' Lord's Prayer backward proves a charm . Or if not thus , I 'm sure he will despite , Or under-rate the easie-gotten prize . These and a thousand fears my Soul possess , But most of all my own unworthiness ; Like dying Saints , I wish for coming joys , But humble fears that forward wish destroys . What shall I do then ? hazard the event ? You say , Old Damon's , all that 's excellent . If I miss him , the next some Squire may prove , Whose Dogs and Horses shall have all his love ; Or some debauch'd pretender to lewd wit , Or covetous , conceited , unbred Citt. Thus the brave Horse , who late i' th' Coach did neigh , Is forc'd at last to tug a nasty Dray . To Dr. R. S. my indifferent Lover , who complain'd of my Indifferency . YOu 'd little reason to complain of me , Or my unkindness or indiff'rency , Since I by many a circumstance can prove , That int'rest was the motive of your love ; But Heav'n it self doth ever hate th' address , VVhose crafty Motive 's only interess ; No more can honest Maids endure to be , The objects of your wife indiff'rency . Such wary Courtship only should be shown To cunning jilting Baggages o' th' Town : For faithfull Love●s the rhetorick that persuades , And charms the hearts of silly Countrey Maids . But when we find your Courtship 's but pretence , Love were not Love in us , but impudence . At best I 'm sure it needs must prove to us ( VVhat e're you think on 't ) most injurious . For had I of that gentle nature been , As to have lov'd your Person , Wit , or Mien , How many sighs and tears it would have cost , And fruitless expectations by the Post , Saying he is unkind ; oh , no , his Letter 's lost ; Hoping him sick , or lame , or gone to Sea , Hope any thing but his inconstancy . Thus what in other Friends cause greatest fear , To desp'rate Maids , their only comforts are . This I through all your Blandishments did see , Thanks to ill nature that instructed me : Thoughts of your sighs , would plead sometimes for you , But second thoughts again would let me know , In gayest Serpents strongest Poysons are , And sweetest Rose-trees sharpest prickles bear : And so it proves , for now it do's appear , Your Flames and Sighs only for Money were . As Beggers for their gain turn Blind and Lame ; On the same score a Lover you became : Yet there 's a kindness in this false Amour , It teaches me ne'er to be Mistress more . Thus Blazing Comets are of good portent , If they excite the People to repent . On the DEATH of my Dear Friend and Play-fellow , Mrs E. D. having Dream'd the night before I heard thereof , that I had lost a Pearl . I Dream'd I lost a Pearl , and so it prov'd ; I lost a Friend much above Pearls belov'd : A Pearl perhaps adorns some outward part , But Friendship decks each corner of the heart : Friendship 's a Gem , whose Lustre do's out-shine All that 's below the heav'nly Crystaline : Friendship is that mysterious thing alone , Which can unite , and make two Hearts but one ; It purifies our Love , and makes it flow I' th' clearest stream that 's found in Love below ; It sublimates the Soul , and makes it move Towards Perfection and Celestial Love. We had no by-designs , nor hop'd to get Each by the other place amongst the great ; Nor Riches hop'd , nor Poverty we fear'd , 'T was Innocence in both , which both rever'd : Witness this truth the Wilsthorp-Fields , where we So oft enjoyd a harmless Luxurie ; Where we indulg'd our easie Appetites , With Pocket-Apples , Plumbs , and such delights . Then we contriv'd to spend the rest o' th' day , In making Chaplets , or at Check-stone play ; When weary , we our selves supinely laid On Beds of Vi'lets under some cool shade , VVhere th' Sun in vain strove to dart through his Raȳs● Whilst Birds around us chanted forth their Lays ; Ev'n those we had bereaved of their young , VVould greet us with a Querimonious Song . Stay here , my Muse , and of these let us learn , The loss of our deceased Friend to Mourn : Learn did I say ? alas , that cannot be , We can teach Clouds to weep , and Winds to sigh at Sea , Teach Brooks to murmur , Rivers too re-flow , VVe can add Solitude to Shades of Yeaugh . VVere Turtles to be witness of our moan , They'd in compassion quite forget their own : Nor shall hereafter Heraclitus be , Fam'd for his Tears , but to my Muse and Me ; Fate shall give all that Fame can comprehend , Ah poor repair for th' loss of such a Friend . The Prospect of a LANDSKIP , Beginning with a GROVE . WEll might the Antients deem a Grove to be The Sacred Mansion of some Deity ; For it our Souls insensibly do's move , At once to humble Piety and Love , The choicest Blessings Heav'n to us has giv'n , And the best Off'ring we can make to Heav'n ; These only poor Mortality make bless'd , And to Inquietude exhibit rest ; By these our rationality is shown , The cognisance by which from Brutes we 'r known . For who themselves of Piety devest , Are surely but a Moral kind of Beasts ; But those whom gentle Laws of Love can't bind , Are Salvages of the most sordid kind . But none like these do in our Shades obtrude , Though scornfully some needs will call th●m rude Yet Nature's culture is so well exprest , That Art her self would wish to be so drest : For here the Sun conspires with ev'ry Tree , To deck the Earth with Landskip-Tapistry . Then through some space his brightest , Beams appear● VVhich do's erect a Golden Pillar there . Here a close Canopy of Bows is made , There a soft grassie Cloth of State is spread , VVith Gems and gayest Flow'rs embroider'd o●re , Fresh as those Beauties honest Swains adore . Here Plants for health , and for delight are met , The Cephalick Cowslip , Cordial Violet . Under the Diu●e●ick Woodbine grows The Splenetick Columbine , Scorbutick Rose ; The best of which , some gentle Nymph doth tak● , For saithfull Corydon a Crown to make ; VVhilst on her Lap the happy Youth's head lyes , Gazing upon the Aspects of her Eyes , The most unerring , best Astronomy , VVhereby to Calculate his destiny ; VVhilst o're their heads a pair of Turtles Coo , VVhich with less zeal and constancy do woo●● ; And Birds around , through their extended throats , In careless Consort chant their pleasing Notes ; Than which , no sweeter Musick strikes the Ear , Unless when Lover's sighs each other hear ; Which are more soft than Austral Breeses bring , Although they say they 're harbingers of th' Spring . Ah silly Town ! wil 't thou near learn to know , What happiness in Solitude do's grow ? But as a hardn'd Sinner for 's defence , Pleads the insipidness of innocence ; Or some whom Vertue due respect would grant , But that they feign they 're of her ignorant : Yet Blindness is not laudable to plead , When we 're by wilfull Ignorance mis-led . Should some , who think 't a happiness to get Crouds of acquaintance , to admire their Wit ; Resolve their Sins and Follies to discard , Their Cronies quickly would them disregard . 'T is hard we must ( the World 's so wicked grown ) Be complaisant in Sin , or live alone : For those who now with Vertue are endu'd , Do live alone , though in a multitude . Retire then all , whom Fortune don't oblige , To suffer the distresses of a Siege . Where strong temptation Vertue do's attacque , 'T is not ignoble an escape to make : But where no Conquest can be hop'd by ●ight , 'T is honourable , sure , to 'scape by flight . Fly to some calm retreat , where you may spend Your life in quietude with some kind Friend ; In some small Village , and adjacent Grove , At once your Friendship and your Wit improve ; Free from those vile , opprobrious , foolish Names , Of Whig or Tory , and from sordid aims Of Wealth , and all its train of Luxuries ; From Wit sophisticate , with fooleries . From Beds of Lust , and Meals o're-charg'd with Wine , Here temp'rately thou may'st on one Dish dine : In wholsome Exercise thou may'st delight Thy self , and make thy rest more sweet at night . And i● thy mind to Contemplation leads , Who God and Nature's Books has , surely needs No other Object to imploy his thought , Since in each leaf such Mysteries are wrought ; That who so studies most , shall never know Why the straight Elm's so tall , the Moss so low . Oh now , I could inlarge upon this Theam , But that I 'm unawares come to the stream , Which at the bottom of this Grove do's glide ; And here I 'll rest me by its flow'ry side . Sitting by a Rivulet . I. AH lovely stream , how fitly may'st thou be , By thy immutability , Thy gentle motion and perennity , To us the Emblem of Eternity : And to us thou do'st no less A kind of Omnipresence too express . For always at the Ocean thou Art always here , and at thy Fountain too ; Always thou go'st thy proper Course , Spontaneously , and yet by force , Each Wave forcing his Precursor on ; Yet each one runs with equal haste , As though each fear'd to be the last . With mutual strife , void of contention , In Troops they march , till thousands , thousands past . Yet gentle stream , thou' rt still the same , Always going , never gone ; Yet do'st all Constancy disclaim , Wildly dancing to thine own murmuring tunefull Song ; Old as Time , as Love and Beauty young . II. But chiefly thou to Unity lay'st claim , For though in thee , Innumerable drops there be , Yet still thou art but one , Th' Original of which from Heav'n came : The purest Transcript thereof we I' th' Church may wish , but never hope to see , Whilst each Pretender thinks himself alone The Holy Catholick Church Militant ; Nay , well it is if such will grant , That there is one else where Triumphant . III. But gent●e stream , if they , As thou do'st Nature , would their God obey ; And as they run their course of life , would try Their Consciences to purify : From self-love , pride , and avaricy , Stubbornness equal to Idolatry ; They'd find opinion of themselves , To be but dang'rous sandy Shelves , To found or build their Faith upon , Unable to resist the force Of Prosperity's swelling violent sorce , Or storms of Persecution : Whos 's own voracity ( were 't in their power ) Wou'd not only Ornaments devour , But the whole Fabrick of Religion . IV. But gentle stream , thou' rt nothing so , A Child in thee may safely go To rifle thy rich Cabinet ; And his Knees be scarcely wet , Whilst thou wantonly do'st glide , By thy Enamell'd Banks most beauteous side ; Nor is sweet stream thy peacefull tyde , Disturbed by pale Cynthia's influence ; Like us thou do'st not swell with pride Of Chastity or Innocence . But thou remain'st still unconcern'd , Whether her Brows be smooth or horn'd ; VVhether her Lights extinguish'd or renew'd , In her thou mindest no Vicissitude . Happy if we , in our more noble State , Could so slight all Vicissitudes of Fate . A HILL . OH that I cou'd Verses write , That might express thy praise , Or with my Pen ascend thy height ; I thence might hope to raise My Verse upon Fame's soaring wing , That it might so advance , As with Apollo's Lyre to Sing , And with the Spheres to Dance . This was never Finished . To Sir F. W. presenting him Cowley's first Works . WHen vacant hours admit you to peruse , The mighty Cowley's early Muse ; Behold it as a bud of wit , whose growth O're-tops all that our Isle brought forth : And may it still above all others grow , Till equall'd , or out-done by you● To Ovid's HEROINES in his Epistles . BRight Shee s , what Glories had your Names acquir'd , Had you consum'd those whom your Beauties fir'd , Had laugh'd to see them burn , and so retir'd : Then they cou'd ne'er have glory'd in their shames , Either to Roman , or to English Dames , Had you but warm'd , not melted in their flames . You 'd not been wrack'd then on despair's rough coast , Nor yet by storms of Perjuries been toss'd , Had you but fix'd your flowing Love with Frost . Had you put on the Armour of your scorn , ( That Gem which do's our Beauties most adorn ) What hardy Hero durst have been forsworn . But since they found such lenity in you , Their crime so Epidemical do's grow , That all have , or do , or would be doing so . To my Honourable Unkle Colonel C — after his Return into the Low-Countries . DEar Sir , the joys which range through all your Troops , Express'd by Caps thrown up , and English Whoops , Were the old marks of Conquest , which they knew They should obtain , when they obtained you ; As being the Soul , which animation gave To all their Valours , and to all their brave Atchievements , by which your honour'd Name Shall be Eternaliz'd in th' Book of Fame : Though we partakers of your Glories are , And of your Ioys by sympathy do share ; Yet Absence makes the pleasure but in part , And for your safety , Fear our joys do's thwart : Fear , which by you's the worst of Sins esteem'd , At best is a Mechanick Passion deem'd ; Yet when your danger she presents to us , She 's then both good and meritorious . Think then how we 're excited by this Fear , To mourn your Absence , though your Worth revere : Besides , methinks 't is pity that you shou'd , For sordid Boors , exhaust your Noble Blood. Think then , dear Sir , of making your return , And let your Presence Britain's Isle adorn . On the Apothecary's Filing my Bills amongst the Doctors . I Hope I shan't be blam'd if I am proud , That I 'm admitted 'mongst this Learned Croud ; To be proud of a Fortune so sublime , Methinks is rather Duty , than a Crime : Were not my thoughts exalted in this state , I should not make thereof due estimate : And sure one cause of Adam's fall was this , He knew not the just worth of Paradise ; But with this honour I 'm so satisfy'd , The Antients were not more when Deify'd : For this transcends all common happiness , And is a Glory that exc●eds excess . This 't is , makes me a fam'd Physician grow , As Saul 'mongst Prophets turn'd a Prophet too . The sturdy Gout , which all Male power withstands , Is overcome by my soft Female hands : Not Deb'ra , Iudith , or Semiramis Could boast of Conquests half so great as this ; More than they slew , I save in this Disease . Mankind our Sex for Cures do celebrate , Of Pains , which fancy only doth create : Now more we shall be magnified sure , Who for this real torment find a Cure. Some Women-haters may be so uncivil , To say the Devil 's cast out by the Devil ; But so the good are pleas'd , no matter for the evil● Such ease to States-men this our Skill imparts , I hope they 'll force all Women to learn Arts. Then Blessings on ye all ye learned Crew , Who teach me that which you your selves ne'er knew● Thus Gold , which by th' Sun's influence do's grow , Do's that i' th' Market Phoebus cannot doe . Bless'd be the time , and bless'd my pains and fate , Which introduc'd me to a place so great . False Strephon too I now could almost bless , Whose crimes conduc'd to this my happiness . Had he been true , I 'd liv'd in sottish ease ; Ne'er study'd ought , but how to love and please : No other flame my Virgin Breast had fir'd , But Love and Life together had expir'd . But when , false wretch , he his forc'd kindness paid , With less Devotion than e'er Sexton pray'd . Fool that I was to sigh , weep , almost dye , Little fore-thinking of this present joy● Thus happy Brides shed tears they know not why . Vainly we blame this Cause , or laugh at that , Whilst the Effect with its how , where and what , Is an Embryo i' th' Womb of Time or Fate . Of future things we very little know , And 't is Heav'ns kindness too that it is so . Were not our Souls with Ignorance so buoy'd , They 'd sink with fear , or over-set with pride . So much for Ignorance there may be said , That large Encomiums might thereof be made . But I 've digress'd too far , so must return , And make the Medick Art my whole concern ; Since by its Aid I 've gain'd this mighty place Amongst th' immortal AEsculapian Race ; That if my Muse will needs officious be , She too to this must be a Votary . In all our Songs its Attributes reherse , Write Recipes ( as Ovid Law ) in Verse ; To measure we 'll reduce Febrifick heat , And make the Pulses in true measure beat : Asthma and Phthisick shall chant lays most sweet , The Gout and Rickets too shall run on feet : In fine , my Muse , such Wonders we will doe , That to our Art Mankind their ease shall owe ; Then praise and please our selves in doing so : For since the Learn'd exalt and own our Fame , It is no Arrogance to do the same , But due respects and complaisance to them . To my Unkind STREPHON . WHen last I saw thee , thou did'st seem so kind , Thy Friendship & thy Mirth so unconsin'd ; Thy Mind serene , Angelical thy Face , Wit and good humour ev'ry part did grace ; That nought unkind appear'd to my dull sence , To cloud the Glories of Love's Excellence . Thus e're the Sun his leave of us he takes , Behind the Trees a glorious Landskip makes ; So in thy Mien those Glories did appear , To shew it seems Friendship was setting there : But now't's obscured , whether it descends Into the Ocean of more worthy Friends ; Or that it do's to State or bus'ness move , Those Regions of th' Antipodes of Love , I know not , only it withdraws its light , Exposing of our Microcosm to night : A night all clad in Sorrows , thickest Air , Yet no less cold than those that are most clear : But as when heat by cold contracted is , Grows stronger by its Antiperistasis ; So shall my Passion in this frigid state Grow strong in fervent love , or torrid hate ; But should I frown , or scorn , or hate , 't would be But laughter and divertisement to thee : Then be thou still unkind , I am resolv'd I' th' like unkindness ne'er to be involv'd ; But those whom Frowns and Anger cannot move , It is but just to persecute with Love , Like good Old Romans , although banish'd I Shall still retain my first integrity . But what should make thee thus to banish me , Who always did do , and will honour thee ; Unless thou' rt like those jealous Romans grown , And falsly fear I should erect a Throne Within thy Breast , and absolutely prove My self the mighty Monarch of thy Love : No sure , thy Iudgment never could be wrought , To think that I should harbour such a thought ; Thou could'st not think I aim'd at such a state , Who in thy Breast had no confederate ; Nor Worth wherewith the * Nobles to engage , Nor Wealth to stifle the Plebeian Rage : Nor had I Troops of Beauties at Command , For Grief long since those Forces did disband : Besides , thou know'st I always did despise , In Love , those Arbitrary tyrannies : Nor do I less abhor the Vulgar croud Of sordid Passions , which can bawl so loud For Liberty , that they thereby may grace Pride , Lust , or Av'rice , with a Tribune's place ; But might I chuse , Love's Regiment should be , By Friendship 's noble Aristocracy . But now , alas , Love's Powers are all deprest , By th' pow'rfull Anarchy of Interest : But although Hell and Earth therein combin'd , I little thought what now too well I find , That ever Strephon could have been unkind . To my Friend Mr. S. L. ON HIS Receiving the Name of Little Tom King. FEar not , dear Friend , the less'ning of thy Fame , Because here 's Little fix'd upon thy Name ; Thy matchless Worth , alas , is too well known , To suffer damage by detraction . Nor can the Splendour of thy glorious Rays Gain Augmentation by our worthless praise ; But as the faithfull Diamonds luster 's shown , Whether set on Foils , or in the Fire thrown ; So art thou Little King , whose Worth cross Fate , By no Vicissitude can vitiate : So sweet thy Humour , so genteel thy Mien ; So wise thy Actions , all thy Thoughts serene ; That Envies self , who do's all praise regret , Must own in thee Virtue and Wisdom's met ; For were 't thou really such as is thy Name , I 'm sure thy Wisdom wou'd adorn the same ; And to the silly World it shou'd be shown , That Virtue cou'd add Splendour to a Throne . Necessity of Fate . I. IN vain , in vain it is , I find , To strive against our Fate , We may as well command the Wind , Or th' Seas rude Waves to gentle manners bind , Or to Eternity prescribe a date , As frustrate ought that Fortune has design'd . For when we think we 're Politicians grown , And live by methods of our own ; We then obsequiously obey Her Dictates , and a blindfull Homage pay . II. For were 't not so , surely I cou'd not be Still slave to Rhime , and lazy Poetry ; I who so oft have strove , My freedom to regain ; And sometimes too , for my assistance took Business , and sometimes too a Book ; Company , and sometimes Love : All which proves vain , For I can only ●hake , but not cast off my Chain . III. Ah cruel Fate ! all this thou did'st sore-show , Ev'n when I was a Child ; When in my Picture 's hand My Mother did command , There shou'd be drawn a Lawrel-bough : Lo then my Muse sat by and smil'd , To hear how some the Sentence did oppose , Saying an Apple , Bird , or Rose Were objects which did more be●it My childish years , and no less childish wit. IV. But my smiling Muse well knew that cons●ant Fate , Her promise wou'd compleat ; For Fate at my initiation , In the Muses Congregation , As my Responsor promis'd then for me , I shou'd forsake those three , Soaring honours , and vain sweets of pleasure , And vainer fruits of worldly treasure ; All for the Muses Melancholy Tree , E're I knew ought of its great Mystery . Ah gentle Fate , since thou wilt have it so , Let thy kind hand exalt it to my brow . To my Honoured Friend , Mr. E. S — . OH had I any Charms of equal Powers , To lay those spirits which are rais'd by yours ; I would employ them all , rather than now Suffer my babbling Rhimes to trouble you : But ah ! alas my Spells are all too weak , To keep a silence which you urge to break ; Though I remember justly where and when I promis'd ne'er to trouble you agen ; And when I spoke , I meant my words for true , But those Resolves were cancell'd at review Of your obliging Lines , which made me know Silence to be the greater fault o' th' too : For where Perfection do's in triumph sit , 'T is rude to praise , but sinfull to omit . I often read your Lines , and oft admire , How Eloquence and Fancy do conspire , With Wit and Iudgment to make up a Quire , And grace the Musick of Apollo's Lire . But that which makes the Musick truly sweet , Virtue and Innocence in Chorus meet : So smooth , so gentle all your Writings are , If I with other Authors them compare , Methinks their Modish Wit to me do's shew , But as an Engyscope to view yours through : Nor do your Writ●ngs only smoothly glide , Whilst your whole life 's like some impetuous tide ; But both together keep a gentle pace , And each other do each other grace . There 's very few like you that do possess The Stoicks strictness , Poets gentleness . I much admire your Worth , but more my Fate , That worthless I thereof participate ; Ev'n so the Sun disdains not to dispence On meanest Insects his bright influence ; But gives them animation by his Rays , Which they requite , like me , with worthless praise ; Which now I 'm sure 's grown troublesome to you , But you must bear that fate which others do : For those that needs will taste of Parents joys , Must too indure the plague of Cradle-noise . On my Mother and my Lady W — . who both lay sick at the same time under the Hands of Dr. Paman . LIke two sweet Youths strip●d naked on the Strand , Ready to plunge , in consternation stand , Viewing the dimples of that smiling Face , Whose frigid Body they design t' imbrace , Till by their Angel's care , some friend Snatches them from the danger they intend : So did these Pious Souls themselves prepare , By putting off the Robes of worldly care . Thus fitted ( as they were ) in each degree , To lanch into a bless'd Eternity ; They both had shot the Gulph — Had not thei● Guardian-God , good Paman sent , Who by his Skill a longer time them lent . Ah happy Paman , mightily approv'd , Both by thy Patients , and the Poor belov'd . Hence let no Slander light upon the Fame Of thy great Art , much less upon thy Name : Nor to bad Druggs let Fate thy Worth expose , For best Receipts are baffl'd oft by those : Nor let no Quack intrude where thou do'st come , To crop thy Fame , or haste thy Patients doom ; Base Quackery to Sickness the kind Nurse , The Patients ruine , and Physicians curse : Let no infectious Sickness seize thy Blood , But that thou may'st live long to do much good . May all the Blessings light on thee that can Attend a Doctor , or a Christian Man. Since by thy care thou hast restor'd to us , Two in whom Virtue 's most conspicuous : Better , I 'm sure , no Age can ever shew , Whose Lives are Precepts , and Examples too . In Commendation of the Female Sex. Out of SCIPINA . AH Beauteous Sex , to you we 're bound to give Our thanks for all the Blessings we receive ; Ev'n that we 're Men , the chief of all our boast Were without you , but a vast blessing lost . In vain would Man his mighty Patent show , That Reason makes him Lord of all below ; If Woman did not moderate his rule , He 'd be a Tyrant , or a softly fool . For e'er Love's documents inform his Breast , He 's but a thoughtless kind of Houshold Beast . Houses , alas , there no such thing wou'd be , He 'd live beneath the umbrage of a Tre● : Or else usurp some free-born Native's Cave ; And so inhabit , whilst alive , a Grave : Or o'er the World this Lordly Brute wou'd rove , Were he not taught and civiliz'd by Love. 'T is Love and Beauty regulate our Souls , No rules so certain as in Venus Schools : Your Beauty teacheth whatsoe'er is good , Else good from bad had scarce been understood . What 's eligible by your smiles we know , And by your frowns refuse what is not so . Thus the rough draught of Man you have refin'd , And polish'd all the Passions of his mind . His Cares you lessen , and his Ioys augment ; To both extreams set the just bounds Content . In fine , 't is you to Life its relish give , Or 't were insipid , not worth while to live : Nay more , we 're taught Religion too by you : For who can think that such Perfections grew By chance ? no , 't was the divine Pow'rs which thus Chose to exhibit their bright selves to us : And for an Antepast of future bliss , Sent you their Images from Paradise . To my BROTHER , whilst he was in France . DEar Brother , So far as you advance Your knowledge , by your Iourney into France● So far and more I 'm sure I backward go , For I can't say As in praesenti now ; Nor ever shall ( I am so much concern'd For your dear safety ) whilst you are return'd . Nothing at present wonted pleasure yields , The Birds nor Bushes , or the gaudy Fields ; Nor Osier holts , nor Flow'ry banks of Glen ; Nor the soft Meadow-grass seem Plush , as when We us'd to walk together kindly here , And think each blade of Corn a Gem did bear . Instead of this , and thy Philosophy , Nought but my own false Latin now I see ; False Verse , or Lovers falsest of the three : Ev'n thoughts of formor happiness augment My Griefs , and are my present punishment ; As those who from a state of Grandeur fall , Find adverse Fate hard to dispence withall . Had Devils never Heaven seen , Their Hell a smaller Curse had been . On the DEATH of my Brother . COme Sorrow , come , embrace my yielding heart , For thou' rt alone , no Passion else a-part ; Since of my Dear by Death I am bereft , Thou art the faithfull'st Lover I have left ; And so much int'rest thou hast got in me , All thoughts of him prove only Pimps to thee : If any joy s●em to accost my Soul , One thought of him do's presently controle Those fawning Rivals ; all which steal away , Like wand'ring Ghosts at the approach of day . But hold , fond Grief , thou must forbear a while , Thy too too kind Caresses , which beguile Me of my Reason , — retire whilst I Repeat the Life , the Death , the Elogy , Of him my Soul ador'd with so much pride , As makes me slight all worldly things beside ; Of him who did by his fraternal Love , More noble Passions in my Bosome move , Than e'er cou'd be infus'd by Cupid's Darts , Or any feign'd , adulterate , sordid Arts ; Of him whose blooming Youth pleas'd each Man's Eye , And tempted Women to Idolatry ; Of him whose growing Art made Death afraid , He shou'd be vanquish'd , and his Throne betray'd● 'Cause with success , and yet no less applause , He rescu'd many from the Tyrant's jaws : At last the Tyrant raging full with spight , Assaults his Enemy with all his might ; And for his Second brings a Feavour too ; In this Attacque what could our Champion doe ? He bravely fights , but forc'd at last to yield , Nature , his Second , having lost the Field : * Many bring in their Aid , but 't is too late , Grim Death had gotten a Decree from Fate ; Which retrograded all that g●eat supply , Whose pow'rfull Arms makes Death and Feavers fly● But why , great Fate ! would'st thou so cruel be , Of Ioy at once to rob the World and Me ! What joys so e'er we to our selves propose , Fate still will frustrate , or at least oppose ; 'T is her Ambition sure to let us know , She has the Regiment of all below . If it be so , command some mournfull Muse T' inspire my Soul , and then my Heart infuse With Essence of some Dirges , that I may His Matchless worth to all the World display . Nor Fate , nor Muse will help us now , I find , All flee the Wretched , ev'n as Ships the Wind. My Dear , had'st thou to me bequeath'd thy Wit , Thy Character had long ago been writ I' th' most sublime and lasting Verse , That e'er Adorn'd the greatest Hero's Herse . But were thy great Encomium writ by me , ' Twou'd be the ready way to lessen thee : Therefore I must desist from that design , And the attempt to better hands resign ; Only repeat what mournfully was said , As in thy cold and narrow Bed was 't laid By the Apollo's (a) of thy noble Art , ( Who seem'd to grudge me in their grief a part ) Alas , he 's gone who shou'd have liv'd to be An honour to our Great Society . " Alas , he 's gone who shou'd supply the place " Of some of us , when time has left no space " Betwixt us and the Grave ; but now we see " How they 're deceiv'd , who hold no vacancy : " And all the Gallant AEsculapian (b) Crow , " Whos 's great Example from Spectators drew " Such floods of tears , that some mistook their aim , " And thought a real show'r from Heav'n came . But I , as if the Fountain of this Source , With Handkerchiefs strove to retard the course ; But all in vain , my real loss was great , As many thought , whose Words I here repeat : " I cannot blame you for lamenting so , " Since better friend no friend did e'er forego ; " A publick Sorrow for this loss is due , " The Nation surely , Madam , mourns with you . On the same . A Pindarique ODE . I. WHat have I now to hope or fear , Since Death has taken all that 's dear In him , who was my joy , my love , Who rais'd my Passion far above What e're ●he blind God's shafts cou'd doe , Or Nymph or Swain e'er knew : For Friendship do's our Souls more gently move , To a Love more lasting , noble , and more true , Than dwells in all the Amorous Crew ; For Friendship 's pure , holy , just , Without canker , soil , or rust Of Pride , Cov●tousness , or Lust ; It to Ambition makes no room , Nor can it be by Int're●t overcome , But always keeps its proper state , I' th' midst of most injurious Fate ; Ev'n Death it self to 'ts Bonds can give no date . II. But O Tyrant ! thou Canst at one blow Destroy Fruition's happiness , Wherein we Lovers place our bliss ; For without it , Love 's but an ample theam Of Imaginary joys , Those gay-deluding toys , By which our most fix'd thoughts are cros●'d ; Or as one that wakes out of a dr●am , Finds all the pleasing Objects lost : Or as Sodom's beauteous fruit , Whose out-side makes a fair pretence , To gratifie another sence ; But touch it , and you 'll find how destitute It 's of all good , Much more unfit for food : So may our pleasures make a specious shew To th' vulgar view ; But his absence whom I now deplore , Makes all my Ioys but Ashes at the core . III. Ah Death , thou wast severe , Thus from me to tear , The Hopes of all my future Happiness , The Co-partner of my present Bliss , The Alleviator of my Care , The partaker of what ever Fate did share , To me in my Life's progress ; If bad , he wou'd bear half at least , Till the Storm was over-blown or ceas'd ; If good , he wou'd augment it to excess , And no les● joy for me than for himself express . IV. Of my Youth he was the Guide , All its extravagance with curious ey● , He wou'd see and rectify : And in me he infus'd such humble pride , As taught me this World's pleasures to deride : He made me know I was above All that I saw or cou'd enjoy , In this giddy toy , Of the whole World's happiness : And yet again this Paradox wou'd prove , That to my self shou'd seem less , Than ought I saw i' th' mighty Universe . V. Nor was his kindness only fix'd on me , For freely he Did on all friends his Love and Wit dispence , As th' Heavens do their influence ; And likewise did no diminution know , When his Wit he did bestow , Amongst his wond'ring Auditors , Who cou'd not chuse where Wit was so pro●ound , And Vertue did so much abound , But to become his faithfull Plauditors : All which he did receive , With less concern than they could give ; Which proves that Pride his Heart did never touch : For this he always understood , That best Ambition still was such , As less desir'd to be wise than good . VI. But thus his Vertues to enumerate , Serves but my Sorrows to accumulate , As cyphers in Accompt , Till the Sum ad infinitum mount ; A Sum which none but Death can calculate ; Which he most dext'rously can doe , By subtracting the one Figure ●rom ●he row ; For one's but one , if taken from the train Of Pleasures , Riches , Honours , Wit : Nor can a King his Power maintain ; If all these cyphers should recede●rom ●rom it . What matter then what our attendance be , Whether happiness or miserie : For when the mighty Leveller do's come , It seems we must be all but one , One in equality . VII . How soon he comes , I need not care , Who may to me a better fortune share ; For of all happiness I here despair , Since he is gone who Animation gave To all that 's pleasant to my thoughts , or brave : Ev'n my Studies he inspir'd , With lively vigour , which with him retir'd , And nought but their Bodies ( Books ) remain : For Sorrow do's their Souls inchain So fast , that they can ne'er return again . Part of the XIX . PSALM . I. THE Heav'ns declare the Glory of God , And th' Firmament doth shew To all Mankind dispers'd abroad , What Works his mighty hands can doe : The silent Nights and speechless Days , To each other chant their lays , Which make a tunefull Serenade , To th' mighty Universe ; And find a Language to reherse The praise of him who them and us has made . II. And in them he hath fix'd a place For the Glorious Sun , Which comes forth with Bridegroom's strength and grace , The Earth his happy Bride t' imbrace . And as a Gyant do's rejoyce to run His course , where he is sure to be Crown'd with glorious Victory : For nothing in this World's circumference , Can be hid from his bright influence . Coming from — in a Dark Night . I. FArewell , O Eyes , which I ne'er saw before , And 't is my int'rest ne'er to see ye more ; Though th' deprivation of your light , I 'm sure , will make it doubly Night ; Yet rather I 'll lose my way i' th' dark than stay ; For here I 'm sure my Soul will lose her way . II. Oh 't is not dark enough , I wish it were , Some Rays are still on my Eyes Atmosphere ; Which give sufficient light , I find , Still to continue me stark blind ; For to Eyes that 's dazl'd with too radiant light , Darkness proves best restorative o' th' light . To my Dear Cousin Mrs. M. T. after the Death of her Husband and Son. DEar Coz. I hope by this time you have dry'd , At least set bounds to th'almost boundless tide Of flowing Tears : I 'm sure my wish is so , Which Love and Int'rest does oblige me to ; For you can bear no Sufferings alone , All yours are mine by participation ; And doubtless all your Friends , in some degree , Must bear a share , if they can love like me : Then if not for your own sake , yet for ours , And in submission to th' Eternal Powers , Not only dry your Eyes , but chear your Brow , And lend us Ioys , and we 'll repay them you . Rouse up your Soul , and shew your self indu'd With Mothers Prudence , Fathers Fortitude ; In other Vertues you have equall'd them , In these strive to out-doe your worthy Stem ; For here Ambition can't excessive be , Neither esteemed pride or vanity : ( For when we to the top of Vertue climb , We 're sure in no mistake , much less a crime . ) But by this brave attempt you shall subdue Cross Fate , which otherwise wou'd conquer you . But after all that can be said on this , I am not ignorant how hard it is To conquer Passions , and our selves subdue ; Though advis'd by Friends , and assisted too By the prevailing Powers of Grace from Heav'n , Still Counsel's harder to be took than giv'n : Not that I thought your Griefs profuse , but knew Much to a Son , more to a Husband 's due : Only remember that our Lord has taught , Thy will be done ; therefore we must in thought , As well as words , submit to his intents , Who can bring good out of the worst Events ; Whose Mercy oft protracts the bad Man's doom , And takes the good Man from the ill to come . TO MY Young Lover . INcautious Youth , why do'st thou so mis-place Thy fine Encomiums on an o'er-blown Face ; Which after all the Varnish of thy Quill , It s Pristine wrinkles shew apparent still : Nor is it in the power of Youth to move An Age-chill'd heart to any strokes of Love. Then chuse some budding Beauty , which in time May crown thy Wishes in thy blooming prime : For nought can make a more preposterou● show , Than April Flowers stuck on St. Michael's Bow. To consecrate thy first-born Sighs to me , A superannuated Deity ; Makes that Idolatry and deadly Sin , Which otherwise had only Venial been . TO MY Young Lover ON HIS VOW . I. ALas , why mad'st thou such a Vow , Which thou wilt never pay , And promise that from very now , Till everlasting day ? Thou mean'st to love , sigh , bleed , and dye , And languish out thy breath , In praise of my Divinity , To th' minute of thy Death . II. Sweet Youth , thou know'st not what it is To be Love's Votary ; Where thou must for the smallest bliss , Kneel , beg , and sigh , and cry . Probationer thou should'st be first , That thereby thou may'st try , Whether thou can'st endure the worst Of Love's austerity . III. For Worlds of Beauties always stand To tempt thy willing Eye , And Troops of Lusts are at thy hand , To vanquish thee , or dye . And now this Vow exposes thee To th' third ( of all the worst ) The Devil of inconstancy , That Tempter most accurs'd . TO MY Young Lover . A SONG . TO praise sweet Youth , do thou forbear , Where there is no desert ; For , alas , Encomiums here , Are Iewels thrown i' th' dirt . For I no more deserve Applause , Now Youth and Beauty 's fled ; Than a Tulip , or a Rose , When its fair Leaves are shed . Howe'er I wish thy Praises may , Like Prayers to Heaven born ; When holy Souls for Sinners pray , Their Prayers on them return . To my Unkind Friend , Little Tom King. I. WEll , by experience now I see , This World 's made up of flattery , Complements and formality ; Since nought but int'rest now can bind Ev'n old acquaintance to be kind . 'T were madness then to hope to find True Friendship in the Modern Crew Of late-contracted Friends . Hence then acquaintance all adieu , I can't oblige my Friendship to pursue Such dull insipid ends , As nought but to a Ceremony tends . Since Friendship from old Friends is flown , Rather than endure the pratlings , The flatteries and the censurings , Which a Modish Friendship brings , My pensive Dove shall sit and coo alone . II. But perhaps it will be said , Unlucky Business has this mischief made : Business , that plausible excuse Of all unkindness to a Friend , That Bankrupt , that ne'er pays Principle nor Use , Of all the Time that e'er we to him lend . Yet Bus'ness now 's a Merchant of such Fame , That he has got the whole Monopoly Of Time , Love , Friends , and Liberty ; Of which , if there be scarcity , Bus'ness is to blame ; For nought can vended be , but in his Name . III. Since then the World 's so much to Bus'ness pro●e , 'T is time that idle I was gone : Alas , why do I stay , VVhen that canker bus'ness ( which I hate ) VVith Int'rest is confederate , Eats our pleasant shady Friends away ? VVe're left obnoxious to the storms of Fate ; Nay ev'n then the hottest Gleams Of Prosperities brightest Beams , Help but to make us dwindle and decay . And though we strive our selves to shade Under the closest Rules of Constancy ; Yet when the Powers of Fate invade , That too , alas , will shake and fade , And make us see , That though our best Ambition strives To keep a reg'lar harmony : Yet Fate will ring her Changes on our Lives , Till discordant Death arrives ; VVho informs us by his latest Knell , Whether we have made up this World's Consort well . IV. Hence I 'll not murmur then , Though some grow Proud , and others really Great Or heap up Riches by deceit , Since they must pay it all again To Death , who rapaciously devours All , for which we drudge in vain , And sell our ease for fruitless pain : All which we like mistaken fools call ours , Whilst in some lazie Solitude may I Enjoy my self alone , Free from this VVorld's buzzing frantick feuds , And sweets and stings of Fate 's Vicissitudes , Have nothing else to do but dye . I care not who esteems me as a Drone , For out o' th' World so secretly I 'll steal , That babbling Fame shall not the theft reveal ; And when I to my long repose am gone , My dearest Brother , who is gone before , Half way will meet me in the Air , or more ; Where we 'll be happy in Excess , In Mansions of Eternal blessedness . Yet if there can be Any allay of this felicity ; It will be this , when he shall find , That I no other news can bring , From his Old Friend , my Little King , But that he was unkind . A Second EPISTLE . To my Honoured Friend Mr. E. S. I. OFt has my Muse and I fall'n ou● , And I as oft have banish'd her my Breast ; But such , alas , still was her interest , And still to bring her purposes about : So great her cunning in insinuation , That she soon gain'd her wish'd-for restoration : But when I found this wou'd not do , A Violent Death I put her to . But see , my Friend , how your All-pow'rfull Pen ( O Miracle ! ) has rais'd her from the Dead again . II. And now , alas , what can she doe , Or speak or shew , How very much she is oblig'd to you ? For where the Boon's so great , it were a rude Presumption to pretend to Gratitude ; And a mad project to contrive to give To you , from whom she do's her All receive : Yet if she Traffick on your Stock , and thrive , 'T is fit , how e'er the Principal be spent , To pay the Int'rest of Acknowledgment . III. And with her I must acknowledge too , The honour which you did on me b●stow , Though I unworthy were of it : Not but your Iudgment knew well how to chuse A worthier Subject than my Muse , To exercise th' Exu'brance of your Wit ; But that your Goodness over all presides , And nobly in Triumph rides ; Whilst other Vertues march in Troops behind , Friendship do's the Chariot guide , Which may perhaps run too much of one side : Friendship , as well as Love , sometimes is blind ; And that she may be always so , My Prayers shall ever tend , 'Cause I no other Title have to show , Or tenure to the love of any Friend . A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Betwixt Two Shepherd Boys . 1 Boy . I Wonder what Alexis ails , To sigh and talk of Darts , Of Charms which o'er his Soul prevails , Of Flames and bleeding Hearts : I saw him yesterday alone , Walk crossing of his Arms ; And Cuckow like was in a tone , Ah Caelia , ah thy charms ! 2 Boy . Why sure thou' rt not so ignorant , As thou would'st seem to be ; Alas the cause of his complaint , Is all our destiny . 'T is mighty Love's All-pow'rfull Bow , Which has Alexis hit ; A pow'rfull Shaft will hit us too , E'er we 're awar● of it . 1 Boy . Love , why , alas , I little thought There had been such a thing ; Only for Rhime it had been brought , When Shepherds use to Sing . I 'm sure , what e're they talk of Love , 'T is but conceit at most ; As Fear i' th' dark our fancies move , To think we see a Ghost . 2 Boy . I know not , but the other day , A wanton Girl there were , Who took my Stock-Dove's Eggs away , And Black-birds Nest did tear . Had it been thee , my dearest Boy , Revenge I shou'd have took ; But she my Anger did destroy , With th' sweetness of her Look . 1 Boy . So t'other day a wanton Slut , As I slept on the Ground , A Frog into my Bosom put , My Hands and Feet she bound : She hung my Hook upon a Tree , Then laughing , bad me wake ; And though she thus abused me , Revenge I cannot take . Chorus . Let 's wish these Overtures of State , Don't fatal Omens prove ; For those who lose the Power to hate , Are soon made slaves to Love. To Mr. C. B. On his Incomparable SINGING . THE Honour that the Air receives From thy Melodious Voice , Sure makes it grieve it● cannot giv● More Echoes to the noise . Whilst Atoms joyfully advance , In happy Consort they Do in a nimble careless Dance , Thy charming Notes obey . Birds have been said to fall down dead At th' shouting of a throng ; Had'st thou been there , it had been said , thou 'dst rais'd 'em with a Song . If th' Mind upon the Body works By secret Sympathies ; Who knows what in thy Musick lurks , To cure all Maladies . If Fate this Physick shou'd prefer , Thy Practice is decreed ; All London and Montpelier - Physicians shall exceed . Hence forward then let Poets Sing No more of Orpheus ; Since we have one , whose Voice may bring Health to attend on us . THE COMPLAINT . I. HOw oft , ah wretch , hast thou profusely swore Me , as the Gods thou did'st adore ; And that my Words shou'd be to thee , As of Divine Authority : In this my Power exceeded theirs , To me thou ne'er did'st wander in thy Prayers . II. And oft thou prayest , bathed in thy Tears , Drop'd from the clouds of loving fears ; And on my Hand thy Faith confess , And after that beg for redress ; Whilst on the Altar of my lip , For Sacrifice , let no occasion slip . III. But now thou' rt grown prophane Atheistical , Not chang'd thy Faith , but cast off all : So Sacrilegious too thou art , Thou' rt not c●ntent to rob in part , To bear my Rites ( thy Vows ) away ; But by thy cruelty thou do'st assay To bring the beauteous Fabrick to decay . A SONG in SCIPINA . IN vain do's Nature her free gifts bestow , To make us wise or fair ; If Fortune don't her Favours show , Scorn'd or neglected we may go , Not worth a Look , much less a Lover's care . Or if we shou'd some pitying Eyes command , Or those of admiration ; So unendow'd fair Structures stand , Admir'd ; but not one helping hand Will rescue them ●rom Time's dilapidation . Then surely vain it is for me to strive With native Charms or Art ; For Beauty may as well survive Her Climacterick Twenty-five , As without Wealth to get or keep a Heart . A SONG . I. THE Heart you lest , when you took mine , Proves such a busie Guest ; Unless I do all Pow'r resign , It will not let me rest . It my whole Family dis●urbs , Turns all my Thoughts away ; My stoutest Resolutions curbs , Makes Iudgment too obey . If Reason interpose her Pow'r , Alas , so weak she is ; She 's check'd with one small soft Amour , And conquer'd with a Kiss . A SONG . GIve o'er my Fidelius , my Fidelius give o'er , Since Menaelus your Father dislikes our Amour , In silence let us our misfortunes deplore . Not that his ●air Flocks or green Pastures so wide , He will betwixt Sylvia and Damon divide , But that duty forbids thee to make me thy Bride . And if for our duty we suffer well here , Heav'n shall for such Lovers choice Blessings prepare , Honey-moon shall eternally wait on us there . A SONG . I. AS Am'rous Corydon was laid I' th' shady Myrtle Grove ; Thus did his Words his Sighs upbraid , For telling of his Love. Ah Trayterous Rebels , without sence , Of what her Scorn can doe ; 'T is I must dye for your offence , And be thought guilty too . II. Nor can I blame ill Fate , for this My wretched hopeless state ; Nor yet Philena's Cruelties , Who kills me with her hate . But your audacious Villani●s Occasions this my fall ; Else I had dy'd a Sacrifice , But now a Criminal . A Bachanalian SONG . TRoy had a Breed of brave stout Men , Yet Greece made shift to rout her ; 'Cause ●ach Man drank as much as Ten , And thence grew Ten times stouter . Though Hector was a Trojan true , As ever Piss'd ' gen Wall , Sir ; Achilles bang'd him black and blue , For he drank more than all , Sir. Let Bacchus be our God of War , We shall fear nothing then , Boys ; We 'll drink all dead , and lay 'em to bed ; And if they wake not conquered , We 'll drink 'em dead again , Boys . Nor were the Graecians only sam'd For Drinking , and for Fighting ; Bnt he that drank , and wa'n't asham'd , Was ne'er asham'd on 's Writing . He that will be a Souldier then , Or Witt , must drink good Liquor ; It makes base Cowards fight like Men , And roving Thoughts sly quicker . Let Bacchus be both God o● War , And God of Wit , and then , Boys , We 'll drink and ●ight , and drink and write ; And if the Sun set with his light , We 'll drink him up again , Boys . An ODE . I 'Ve often thought , but ne'er till now cou'd find Why Heroes so much strove , Their Greatness to improve ; 'T is only this , that Women might be kind , And answer Love with Love. Fortune no Goddess is , but for their sake ; Alas ! she can't be prest , Nor kiss'd , nor do the rest : Riches and she , of which Men so much make , Are only Pimps at best . One this way stalks , another that to 's game ; One's brave , this Hector's high , This pretends Piety : But I 'm deceiv'd if Woman ben't their aim , Still Woman 's in their Eye . Scepters and Crowns were silly trifling things ; ' Twou'd be but poor repast , To please the sight and tast , But that they make Men absolutely Kings , And Kings chuse Queens at last . Absence for a Time. I Dread this tedious Time more than A Fop to miss a Fashion , Or the Pope's Head Tavern can Dread the long Vacation . This time 's as troublesome to me , As th'Town when Mony 's spent ; Grave Lectures to a Debauchee , Or Whigs to th' Government . Methinks I almost wish 't was torn Out of the Rolls of Fate ; Or that some Pow'r , till his return , Wou'd me annihilate . But I , alas , must be content , Upon necessity ; Since him , untill this time be spent , I cannot hope to see . No more than we can hope to have The Life of perfect bliss , Till by Afflictions , and the Grave , We 're separate from this . Parting with — ALthough thou now put'st me in doubt , By going I know not where ; Yet know my Soul will beat about , Not rest till she have sound thee out , And tend upon thee there . Look to your actions then , for she So strict a watch will keep ; That if you give one thought from me , She 'll swear it is ●lat Felony , Though 't be when you 're asleep . But if a sigh , or glance , or smile Shou'd to my Rival 'scape , She 'd cry out Robbery and spoil ; But if a kiss thy Lips shou'd soil , Then Murther and a Rape . All this a Metaphor may seem , Or mad Philosophy To the unthinking World , who deem That but a fancy or a dream , Which Souls do really hear and see . THE Anchorite IN SCIPINA . AH , happy are we Anchorites that know Not Womens Ebbs , nor when their Love will flow . We know no Storms that rage in Womens Breasts , But here in quiet build our Halcyon Nests ; Where no deceitfull Calm our Faith beguiles , No cruel frowns , nor yet more cruel smiles ; No rising Wave of Fate our hopes advance , Nor fear we fathomless despair of Chance ; But our strong Minds , like Rocks , their firmness prove , Defying both the Storms of Fate and Love. Iane , Nan , and Frank , their Farewell to Captain C. going to Sea. I. SInce thou wilt needs go To Sea , God knows whether , We wish thee good Company , Good Wine and good Weather ; The best of Sea-Cates we wish for thy Diet , And , if it were possible , good Sea-men and quiet ; And on every Strand , Where e'er thou shalt land , We wish there may be Girls buxom and free , To bid thee a thousand kind welcoms from Sea. II. And the worst Enemy , E'er thou may'st meet , May be a small stragler I' th' seam of thy Sheet : To which let no Sickness thee ever confine , But what comes by drinking our Healths in choice Wine ; And on every Strand , Where e're thou shalt land , We wish thou may'st find True Topers o' th' kind , That can turn off Iane , Nan , and Frank in a Wind. To her Lovers Complaint . A SONG . I. IF you complain your Flames are hot , 'T is 'cause they are impure , For strongest Spirits scorch us not , Their Flames we can endure . II. Love , like Zeal , shou'd be divine , And ardent as the same ; Like Stars , which in cold Weather shine , Or like a Lambent Flame . III. It shou'd be like the Morning Rays , Which quickens , but not burns ; Or th' innocence of Childrens plays , Or Lamps in Antient Urns. To my Adopted BROTHER , Mr. G. P. On my frequent Writing to Him. DEar Brother , You will think that now , Epistles grow on every Bow , O' th' multitude of Shin-gay Trees , And so drop off like Soland Geese . In this the Analogie holds forth , They are produc'd of airy froth ; But how they 'll answer in the rest , Without conjuring , may be guess'd : For when you find they want the heat Of Wit and Sence to make them meat ; And that the inside's only down , Soft as the scope they grew upon : You 'll curse the Winds officious wings , Because to you no good it brings ; And swear the Proverb 's now revers'd , Which so oft has been rehers'd : For now it must be understood , It 's happy Wind blows any good ; But thank your self for so being serv'd , And praise no more where 'ts not deserv'd : For praise , the Gad-fly of the mind , To pure desert shou'd be confin'd , Lest it set it Cock-a-hoop , And make it run with Tail turn'd up , Through the Woods , and o'er the Downs , Through Cities , Villages , and Towns ; And plague both genteel Fops and Rabble , With its Nonsence , Rhime and Babble , Till by its follies they are urged , To send it home severely scourged , With the keenest Whips of Scosfing , Damming , Censuring and Laughing . Then prithee , George , prevent this wretched Fate , And all their damning Censures antedate . To my Friends against POETRY . DEar Friends , if you 'll be rul'd by me , Beware o' th' Charms of Poetry ; And meddle with no fawning Muse , They 'll but your harmless Loves abuse . Though to Orinda they were ty'd , That nought their Friendship cou'd divide ; And Cowley's Mistriss had a Flame As pure and lasting as his Fame : Yet now they 're all grown Prostitutes , And wantonly admit the Suits Of any Fop , that will pretend To be their Servant or their Friend . Though they to Wit no Homage pay , Nor yet the Laws of Verse obey , ●ut ride poor Six-foot out of breath , ●nd wrack a Metaphor to death ; ●ho make their Verse imbibe the crimes , ●nd the lewd Follies too o' th' times ; ●ho think all Wit consists in Ranting , ●nd Vertuous Love in wise Gallanting : And Thousand sorts of Fools , like these , Make Love and Vertue what they please : And yet as silly as they show , Are Favourites o' th' Muses now . Who then would honour such a Shee , Where Fools their happier Rivals be● We , surely , may conclude there 's none , Unless they 're drunk with Helicon , Which is a Liquor that can make A Dunce set up for Rhiming Quack : A Liquor of so strange a temper , As can our Faculties all hamper ; That whoso drinks thereof is ours'd Unto a constant Rhiming thirst ; I know not by what spell of Witch , It strikes the Mind into an itch ; Which being scrub'd by praise , thereby Becomes a spreading Leprosie ; As hard to cure as Dice or Whore , And makes the Patient too as poor ; For Poverty 's the certain Fate Which attends a Poet's state . TO THE Importunate ADDRESS OF POETRY . KInd Friend , I prithee cease t' infest This barren Region of my Breast , Which never can a Harvest yield , Since Sorrow has o'er-grown the Field . If Int'rest won't oblige thee to 't , At least let Honour make thee do 't ; 'Cause I ungratefully have chose Such Friends , as will thy Charms oppose● But nought I see will drive thee hence , Grief , Bus'ness , nor Impertinence : Still , still thou wilt thy Ioys obtrude Upon a Mind so wholly rude , As can't afford to entertain Thee with the welcom of one strain : Few Friends , like thee , will be so kind , To come where Int'rest do's not bind : Nay some , because they want excuse To be unkind , will feign abuse . But thou , kind Friend , art none of those , Thy Charms thou always do'st oppose 'Gainst all Inqui●tudes o' th' Mind : If I 'm displeas'd , still thou art kind ; And by thy Spells do'st drive away Dull Spirits , which with me wou'd stay ; And fill'st their empty places too With Thoughts of what we ought to doe . Thoughts to the Soul , if they be good , Are both its physick and its food : They forti●ie it in distress , In joy th' augment its happiness : Thoughts do attend us at all times , They urge us to good deeds , and crimes : They do assist us in all states , To th' Wretched they 're Associates . And what 's more strange than all before , They 're Servants to the innocent and poor ; But to the Rich and Wicked , Lords or something more . A Farewell to POETRY , WITH A Long Digression on ANATOMY . FArewell , my gentle Friend , kind Poetry , For we no longer must Acquaintance be ; Though sweet and charming to me as thou art , Yet I must dispossess thee of my Heart . On new Acquaintance now I must dispence What I receiv'd from thy (a) bright influence . Wise Aristotle and Hippocrates , Galen , and the most Wise Socrates ; AEsculapius , whom first I should have nam'd , And all Apollo's younger brood so fam'd , Are they with whom I must Acquaintance make , Who will , no doubt , receive me for the sake Of Him (b) , from whom they did expect to see New Lights to search Nature's obscurity . Now , Bartholine , the first of all this Crew , Does to me Nature's Architecture shew ; He tells me how th' Foundation first is laid Of Earth ; how Pillars of strong Bones are made ; How th' Walls consist of carneous parts within , The out-side pinguid , over-laid with Skin ; The Fretwork , Muscles , Arteries , and Veins , With their Implexures , and how from the Brains The Nerves descend ; and how they do dispence To ev'ry Member , Motive Pow'r and Sence ; He shews what Windows in this Structure's fix'd , How tribly Glaz'd , (c) and Curtains drawn betwixt Them and Earths objects ; all which proves in vain To keep out Lust , and Innocence retain : For 't was the Eye that first discern'd the food , As pleasing to it self , then thought it good To eat , as b'ing inform'd it wou'd refine The half-wise Soul , and make it all Divine . But ah , how dearly Wisdom's bought with Sin , Which shuts out Grace , le ts Death and Darkness in ! And because we precipitated first , To Pains and Ignorance are most accurs'd ; Ev'n by our Counter-parts , who that they may Exalt themselves , insultingly will say , Women know little , and they practise less ; But Pride and Sloth they glory to profess . But as we were expatiating thus , Walaeus and Harvey cry'd , Madam , follow us , They brought me to the first and largest (d) Court● , Of all this Building , where as to a Port , All necessaries are brought from far , For sustentation both in Peace and War : For War this Common-wealth do's oft infest , Which pillages this part , and storms the rest . We view'd the Kitchin call'd (e) Ventriculus , Then pass'd we through the space call'd Pylorus ; And to the Dining-Room we came at last , VVhere the (f) Lactaeans take their sweet repast . From thence we through a Drawing-room did pass , And came where Madam Iecur busie was ; Sanguificating (g) the whole Mass of Chyle , And severing the Cruoral parts from bile : And when she 's made it tolerably good , She pours it forth to mix with other Blood. This and much more we saw , from thence we went Into the next Court , (h) by a small ascent : Bless me , said I , what Rarities are here ! A Fountain like a Furnace did appear , Still boyling o'er , and running out so fast , That one shou'd think its Efflux cou'd not last ; Yet it sustain'd no loss as I cou'd see , VVhich made me think it a strange Prodigie . Come on , says Harvey , don't stand gazing here , But follow me , and I thy doubts will clear . Then we began our Iourney with the Blood , Trac'd the Meanders of its Purple flood . Thus we through many Labyrinths did pass , In such , I 'm sure , Old Daedalus ne'er was ; Sometimes i' th' Out-works , sometimes i' th' first Court ; Sometimes i' th' third these winding streams wou'd sport Themselves ; but here methought I needs must stay , And listen next to what the Artists say : Here 's Cavities , says one ; and here , says he , Is th' Seat of Fancy , Iudgment , Memory : Here , says another , is the fertile Womb , From whence the Spirits Animal do come , Which are mysteriously ingender'd here , Of Spirits from Arterious Blood and Air : Here , said a third , Life made her first approach , Moving the Wheels of her Triumphant Coach : Hold there , said Harvey , that must be deny'd , 'T was in the deaf Ear on the dexter side . Then there arose a trivial small dispute , Which he by Fact and Reason did confute : Which being ended , we began again Our former Iourney , and forsook the Brain . And after some small Traverses about , We came to th' place where we at first set out : Then I perceiv'd how all this Magick stood By th' Circles of the circulating Blood , As Fountains have their Waters from the Sea , To which again they do themselves conveigh . But here we find great Lower by his Art , Surveying the whole (i) Structure of the Heart : Welcome , said he , sweet Cousin , are you here , Sister to him (k) whose Worth we all revere ? But ah , alas , so cruel was his Fate , As makes us since almost our Practice hate ; Since we cou'd find out nought in all our Art , That cou'd prolong the motion (l) of his Heart . I. BUT now , my Dear , thou know'st more than Art can , Thou know'st the substance of the Soul of Man ; Nay and its Maker too , whose Pow'rfull breath Gave Immortality to sordid Earth . What Ioys , my Dear , do Thee surround , As no where else are to be found , Love , Musick , Physick , Poetry ; And in each Art each Artist do's abound , And all 's converted to Divinity . II. No drooping Autumn there , No chilling Winter do's appear ; No scorching Heat , nor budding Spring , Nor Sun do's Seasons there divide , Yet all things do transcend their native pride ; Which fills , but do's not naus●ate , No change or want of any thing , Which time to periods or perfection brings ; But yet diversity of state , And of Souls happiness there is no date . III. Should'st thou , my Dear , look down on us below , To see how busie we● Are in Ana●omie , thou d'st laugh to see our Ignorance ; Who some things miss , & some things hit by chance , For we , at best , do but in twilight go , Whilst thou see'st all by th' most Transcendent light , Compar'd to which the Sun 's bright Rays are night : Yet so Coelestial are thine Eyes , That Light can neither dazzle nor surprize ; For all things there So perfect are , And freely they their qualities dispence , Without the mixture of Terrestrial dross , Without hazard , harm or loss ; O joys Eternal satiating Sence , And yet the Sence the smallest part in gross . On the DEATH of my Brother . A SONNET . I. ASk me not why the Rose doth fade , Lillies look pale , and Flowers dye ; Question not why the Myrtle shade Her wonted shadows doth deny . II. Seek not to know from whence begun The sadness of the Nightingale : Nor why the Heliotrope and Sun , Their constant Amity do fail . III. The Tur●les grief look not upon , Nor reason why the Palm-trees mourn ; When , Widow-like , they 're left alone , Nor Phoenix why her self doth burn . IV. For since He 's dead , which Life did give To all these things , which here I name ; They fade , change , wither , cease to live , Pine and consume into a Flame . MISCELLANEA : OR , THE Second Part OF POETICAL RECREATIONS . Compos'd by several Authors . — Non , ubi plura nitent in carmine , paucis Offendi maculis , quas aut incuria fudit Aut humana parum cavit Natura . — Hor. LONDON , Printed for Benjamin Crayle , at the Peacock and Bible , at the West-end of St. Pauls . 1688. A TABLE OF THE POEMS Contained in the Second Part OF POETICAL RECREATIONS . A Paraphrase on an Hymn , Sung when the Corps is at the Grave . By T. S. Fellow of Maudlin● Colledge , Oxon. Page 1 Advice to his Friends , lamenting the Death of I. F. By the same Hand . p. 3 ●pitaph on Mrs. E. F. who sickned of the Small Pox , and deceased Decemb. 31. 1686. being the Day before her intended Nuptials . p. 5 An Epitaph to the Memory of Sir Palme Fairborn , Governour of Tangier , &c. p. 6 An Elegy on the Death of N. D. Doctor of Physick . p. 7 Upon Heaven . p. 1● On the Martyrdom of King Charles the First . p. 1● Upon one's Birth-day . p. 1● Upon Christ's Nativity . p. 1● On the same . p. 1● More on the same Subject . p. 21. On New-years-day . p. 23 Eyes and Tears . p. 2● To Mrs. Iane Barker on her Romance of Scipin● By I. N. Fellow of St. Iohn's Colledge , Cambridge p. 2● To Mrs. Iane Barker on her Resolution of Versifyin● no more . By the same Author . p. 3● To Mrs. Iane Barker on her Incomparable Romanc● of Scipina . By a Gent. of St. Iohn's Col. Camb. p. 3● On the Posthume and Precious Poems of Sir Mathew Hale . By a Gentleman of Lincolns-Inn . p. 3● To Mr. Tho. Wright , on his Compendious Histories entituled , God's Revenge against Murther an● Adultery , with The Triumphs of Friendshi● and Chastity . By I. Whitehall . p. 3● On the same : By another Hand . p. 4● On Christmas-day . p. 4● On Death . p. 4● On the Divine Spirit . p. 4● To the Memory of the Illustrious Prince George , Du●● of Buckingham . p. 4● Upon the Death of Oliver Cromwell , in Answer 〈◊〉 Mr. W — 's Verses : By Mr. Godolphin . p. 5● On the last Dutch War : By Mr. B. Willie , som●ti●● Mr. of the Free-School of Newark upon Trent . p. 55 The last Sayings of a Mouse , lately starved in a Cupboard . p. 59 To the Secretary of the Muses : A New-years-gift p. 62. An Epitaph on the Secretary to the Muses . p. 65 A Satyr , in Answer to the Satyr against Man : By T. L. of Wadham-Colledge , Oxon. p. 67 A Congratulatory Poem to his most Sacred Majesty , Iames the second , &c. on his late Victories o'er the Rebels in the West . p. 83 On the same . p. 85 A Panegyrick on his Present Majesty Iames the Second , &c. p. 86 A Congratulatory Poem to his Majesty Iames the Second , on his Succession to the Crown . p. 91 On the Presentation of a Bird to his Mistriss . p. 94. Advice to silly Maids : By an Unknown Author . p. 95 Farther Advice to Young Ladies . p. 98 Advice to a Town-Miss : By Mr. Worsdell . p. 100 The Pre●erence of a Single Life before Marriage : Written at the Request of a Lady . p. 102 Upon Clarinda's putting on her Vizard-Mask . p. 103 The Middle Sister , ascribed to Clarinda . p. 105 An Elougy on Mrs. M. ● . By a Gent. of the Inner-Temple p. 106 A Love-Poem : By an Oxford Gentleman p. 109 Another Love-Poem : By the same Author p. 112 The Lov●r's Will p. 114 A Love Letter : By W. S. M. D. p. 116 A Speech to his Mistriss in a Garden p. 118 An Address to a Gentlewoman walking in a Garden : By an Oxford Gentleman p. 119 Upon a Gentlewomans Refusal of a Letter from one she was engaged to : By Sir C. S. p. 122 In Praise of a Deformed , but Virtuous Lady : or a Satyr on Beauty p. 125 A Love-Letter : By W. S. Gent. p. 129 In Praise of Letters p. 131 The Idea : By Charles Cotton , Esq p. 133 Love's Sympathy p. 134 A Pindarique Ode on Mr. Cowley p. 136 An Ode : By Mr. R. D. of Cambridge p. 137 An Ode of Anacreon Paraphras'd : Beauties Force p. 138 A Pindarique Ode : By Mr. I. Whitehall p. 140 From Ovid's Amorum , lib. 2. El. 4. and Lucretius lib. 4. That he loves Women of all sorts and sizes p. 142 The Parallel p. 145 Song p. 147 The Young Lover , a Song : By Mr. Wright p. 149 The Prodigal's Resolution , Song p. 150 The Doubtfull Lover Resolv'd , A Song p. 151 Song : The Cavalier's Catch p. 153 On sight of a Ladies Face in the Water : Song p. 154 A Song p. 155 On the Serpentine Combustion by Squibs on my Lord Mayor's Day : An Heroick Poem p. 156 To his much ●steemed Friend Mr. I. N. on his Reading the ●irst Line of Pindar , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. by Mr. Whitehall p. 159 A Dialogue between Iack and Dick , concerning the Prohibition of French Wines p. 161 The 12 following Copies done by the Publisher . To Clarinda on her Incomparable Painting and Wax-work p. 172 A Young Man to an Old Woman , courting him p. 174 To Clarinda , a Song p. 177 On his Secret Passion for Cosmelia p. 179 To Clarinda on his Deserting her , and loving Cosmelia p. 185 To Cosmelia on her Departure into the Country p. 187 On a Rose s●icking on a Ladies Breast p. 188 On the most Charming Galecia's Picture p. 190 The Young Lover's Ad●ocate : being an Answer to a Copy of Verses : Written by Galaecia to her Young Lover on his Vow p. 192 To my Ingenious Friend Mrs. Iane Barker on my Publishing her Romance of Scipina . p. 194 A Batchellor's Life , in pursuit of Mrs. Barkers Verses in Praise of a Single Life p. 196 The Exchange of Hearts . A Song p. 199. Upon a Flock of Gold-finches p. 200 An Answer of the Poet to one , complaining of their Negligence , in not Writing the Duke of Buckingham's Elegy p. 204 These 13 following Copies done by Mr. Hovenden Walker , sometime of Trinity-Colledge in Dublin . Psalm 139. Paraphras'd from Verse 7. to Verse 13. p. 207 A Pastoral , in imitation of Virgil's 2d Eclogue p. 210 The fourth Elegy of Cornelius Gallus of the Miseries of Old Age. Made English p. 219 To my Mistriss : Translated out of Tibullus p. 226 The Agreement p. 228 Song p. 231 The Innocent Discov'ry p. 234 The Petition . A Song p. 234 Fate . A Song p. 235 My Religion p. 237 The Kiss p. 239 The Wrack . A Song p. 241 To Mr. P. Berault upon his French Grammar p. 242 Song p. 245 The same Song Inverted , by Mr. VValker p. 246 The Five following Copies done by Mr. C. G. of AEton-Colledge . A Paraphrase on part of the 23d Idyll . of Theocritus p. 247 Chorus 1. Of Seneca's Agamemnon p. 255 The Penitent p. 259 To Duserastes p. 262 The Vow p. 263 The Six following POEMS by Mr. T. B. of Cambridge An Elegy on King Charles the Second p. 265 A Dithyrambique , made just before the King and Queen went to their Coronation p. 269 To their Graces , the Duke and Dutchess of Albemarle , upon their Voyage for Iamaica p. 280 Ovid. Amor. lib. 2. Eleg. 15. A Ring presented to his Mistriss p. 283 To Afer . Martial . Epig. 31. lib. 4. Made English p. 285 An Excuse for not Rhiming in the Time of the Rebellion p. 286 MISCELLANY POEMS . PART II. Written by several Authors . A Paraphrase on an HYMN Sung when the Corps is at the Grave . By T. S. Fellow of Maudlin-Colledge , Oxon. I. HOW full of Troubles is the Life of Man ! Vain like a bubble , shorter than a span ; He springs and blossoms as an early Flower , Whose silken Leaves the Frosts and Snow devour : He , like the ●leeting Shadow , hastes away , Unable to continue in one stay ; It disappears , and can't survive the day . II. The Noon-tide of our Life is plac'd in Death , We 're not secure of one light puff of Breath ; To whom , O God , can we for succour fly , But unto thee , by whom we live and dye ? 'T is for our Sins thou dost employ this Sting , Thou justly angry art , our God and King , But takest no delight in punishing . III. O Holy , Mighty Lord and Saviour , Declare thy signal Mercies , and thy Pow'r ; Condemn us not unto the pains of Hell , Where Horror reigns , and endless Torments dwell ; From whence no ransom ever can be made , Since we our bless'd Redeemer have betray'd , And both his Will and Laws have disobey'd . IV. Thou know'st the secret Closet of our Hearts , Thy divine Presence fills our secret parts ; Therefore be mercifull unto our Pray'r , Most worthy Iudge , thy wretched People spare . Forsake us not when on our Death-beds thrown , Lest through despair we deeply sigh and groan , And Hell grow proud of the Dominion . Advice to his Friends , lamenting the Death of I. F. By the same Hand . RIse and rejoyce all ye that Mourn , Dry ev'ry Eye that weeps ; The Body in this hollow Urn , Is not quite dead , but sleeps . See how the Leaves in Autumns falling Dew Forsake the weeping Tree ; And how the jocund Spring renews With Buds their infancie . What though the Root lye under-ground , The Boughs to Heav'n aspire ; Thus Bodies in the Grave are found , The Souls are mounted higher . Hark! hark ! I hear the Trumpet 's Voice Cry , Come ye Blessed , come ; Methinks I hear our Friend rejoyce , That he is Summon'd home . Now Dronish Death hath lost her Sting , The Grave her Victorie ; For Christ in Triumph rides as King Of this great Iubilee . Arise , my Friends , and wipe your Eyes , Salvation's drawing nigh ; Let 's live to dye , and dye to rise , T' enjoy Eternity . T. S. EPITAPH on Mrs. E. F. who sickned of the Small Pox , and Deceased December the 31st . 1686. being the Day before her intended Nuptials . THis fair young Virgin , for a Nuptial Bed More fit , is lodg'd ( sad Fate ! ) among the Dead ; Storm'd by rough Winds , so falls in all her pride The full-blown Rose design'd t' adorn a Bride . Truth is , this lovely Virgin from her Birth , Became a constant strife 'twixt Heav'n and Earth . Earth claim'd her , pleaded for her ; either cry'd The Nymph is mine , at length they did divide ; Heav'n took her Soul , the Earth her Corps did seize , Yet not in Fee , she only holds by Lease , With this proviso ; When the Iudge shall call , Earth shall give up her share , and Heav'n have all An EPITAPH to the Memory ( and fix't on the Tomb ) of Sir PALME FAIRBORN , Governour of Tangier , who , in Execution of his Command , was Mortally Wounded by a Shot from the Moors , that then besieged the Town , Octob. 24. 1680. YE Sacred Reliques , which this Marble keep , Here , undisturb'd by Wars , in quiet sleep : Discharge the Trust , which when it was below , Fairborn's undaunted Soul did undergo , And be the Towns Palladium from the Foe . Alive and dead he will these Walls defend , Great Actions , Great Examples must attend . The Candian Siege his early Valour knew , Where Turkish Blood did his young hands embrew From thence returning with deserv'd applause , Against the Moors , his well-flesh'd Sword he draws ; The same the Courage , and the same the Cause . His Youth and Age , his Life and Death combine , As in some great and regular design , All of a piece throughout , and all Divine . Still nearer Heav'n his Vertues shone more bright , Like rising Flames expanding in the height , The Martyrs Glory crown'd the Souldiers Fight . More bravely Brittish Gen'ral never fell , Nor Gen'rals Death was e'er reveng'd so well ; Which his pleas'd Eyes beheld before their close , Follow'd by Thousand Victims of his Foes . An ELEGY on the Death of N. D. Doctor of Physick . By I. C. WHat , will my Mourning yet no period find ! Must sighs & sorrow still distract my Mind ? My Sense grows ●eeble , and my Reason's gone , Passion and Discontent usurp the Throne . With blubber'd Eyes my veiled sight grows dim ; Ah , cruel Death , cou'd you ●ind none but him To gratifie your hungry Iaws withall ; Or , if in haste , none but a Doctor 's fall ? Howe'er , you might forbore your stroke a while ; But possibly you thought , he might beguile Your craving Appetite of many more , Which you expected to strike long before . But sure my Mind 's disturb'd , my Passions rav● , To censure Death , and quarrel with the Grave● Alas , he 's bound , the blow he cannot give , Till his Commission shews we must not live . Yet hence we learn , and may this inf'rence make , That if Physicians Souls their Iourney take Into a distant Climate , well may Ours : Then with what care ought we to spend those hours , Or rather few remaining Sands , which are In so much Bounty tender'd to our care ? The purest Druggs , compos'd with greatest Skill , Can't preserve Life , when Death has pow'r to kill : Peasant and Prince are both to him alike , And with an equal blow doth either strike . All must surrender when his Arm is stretch't , With such a weighty force his blow is fetch 't . But oh ! I wander from my Virtuous Friend ; 'T is true indeed he 's dead , but yet no end Can e'er obscure or hide his Honour'd Name , For o'er the World the Golden Wings of Fame Shall spread his praise , and to his Friends proclaim , That whilst alive , His Soul was always drest VVith Robes of Innocence ; the peacefull Guest Of a good Conscience , ever fill'd his Breast . His smiling Countenance abroad wou'd send His hearty Wishes to his real Friend ; His Words were few , but of important weight , Mix'd with no stains of flatt'ry , or deceit . Too much in 's way his Library has stood , Himself he minded not for others good . 'T is strange ! to think he shou'd himself neglect , VVhose study 't was to cure what e'er defect Nature might fall into ; yet this he did : In short , his Worth , though smother'd , can't be hid . To sound his Praise may th' utmost Skill ingage , Since that he dy'd the Wonder of his Age. VVell may his friends then , and acquaintance weep , VVhen such a brave Physician 's fall'n asleep . UPON HEAVEN . OH thou Theanthropos ! who did'st contain In one joint Body here both God and Man ; And thou who'rt Alpha and Omega still , To blazon forth thy Courts , assist my Quill ; Inlarge my Fancy , and transport my Mind , Above the common pitch of Humane kind . Oh represent and spread before my Muse One glimpse of Heav'ns great light , which when she views , May make her soar in Raptures , and make known The glorious Seat of Heav'ns triumphant Throne But first , before my Tongue begins to speak Such unknown joys , which no Man yet cou'd make A true description of ( though Poets have Feign'd an Elyziums bliss beyond the Grave ) I crave thy pardon for my bold attempt , In showing Sense what here for Faith was meant , Like the bright Amathyst and Onyx Stone , This glorious Fabrick is erected on ; The entrance Gates of this great Court excell The most Magnificent and Orient Pearl ; Brighter than burnish't Gold her Walls appear ; Of spangled Stars her Floor and Pavements are ; Her high-built Pillars from the dazling ground , Look as beset all o'er with Diamond ; Like purest Sardonyx her Roof do's show , Whilst as green Emeralds are spread below The blushing Ruby , and the glitt'ring Saphir , Mix't with bright Chrysolites , and Stones of Iasper , Make but a poor Resemblance of this light , Whose gilt and radiant Beams appear too bright ; For ought of humane Race to view or see , Unless transform'd to Immortalitie . Thousands of Angels guard the outward Gate From th' utmost spleen and rage of Devil's hate ; Who keep this Palace from or Siege or Storm , For all those Martyrs , who have bravely born With an undaunted patience th' utmost Ill , That Men or Devils could bethink or will ; But when once past from th' outward Gates , you 'll spy Millions of Angels bless'd Eternally ; Also Illustrious Cherubs , Seraphins , Clapping their gilded and rejoycing Wings ; Numbers unnumbred of the Saints in light , Singing their Hymns to God both day and night ; There nought but simple Love and Rest abide , All worldly Grief and Cares are laid aside ; Freed from all cross Events , and slavish Fear , In Ioy and Peace they live for ever there . ON THE MARTYRDOM OF King CHARLES the First . THE crimson Theam on which I now do treat , Is not unregistred , or out of date ; No , it 's wrote deep in ev'ry Loyal Breast , And with loud Accents will be still exprest ; Though Time shou'd take more wings , and faster hast His sudden flight from hence ; yet soon as past Such Tragick cruelty , this mournfull Theam In bloody Characters wou'd still remain . I wish my Pen had ne'er had cause to write This one day's Prodigie , more black than Night ; The very Fiends themselves are now out-done , For Men the shape of Devils have put on . What but the spawn of Hell cou'd thus design ! Or hatch such treachery to undermine The best of Kings on Earth , nay pull him down From his own Regal and Establish'd Throne ? What , was there none but Charles the First , the Great And most indulgent worthiest Potentate , To vent their rage upon ? Oh barb'rous Crew ! A King beheaded ! by 's own Subjects too ! Ecclesiastical and Civil Writ Unto the World did ne'er as yet transmit So Tragical a Scene , or mournfull News , Save one alone , Iesus the King of th' Iews ; Who was like Charles our Sovereign betray'd , Whom the same shew of Iustice did degrade : But now the Iews from these do differ hence , Their Errours did from Ignorance commence , Because they thought not Christ their lawful Prince : But these curs'd Regicides did fully know Charles was their King , and had proclaim'd him so● The Antient Fathers always own'd their Prince God's Representative in Truth 's defence . And since that Kings to God Vicegerents are , Their Subjects ought true Loyalty to bear , Who are protected by their Princely care . But as if Nature had these Miscreants left , And of Humanity they were bereft ; ' Stead of Allegiance , they preach up Intrusion ; Sound a Battalia , and make all confusion ; And then delude and cheat the Common-weal With a pretence , that all was done through Zeal● Whilst an unnat'ral War they do b●gin , And persevere in their Rebellious Sin , Till they 've intrench'd upon their Soveraign's Rig●● By Usurpation , and by lawless Might . Then next they seize his Person with pretence , That they 're his chiefest Bulwark of defence ; At last his Head and Crown lop off at once , Without a Reason , or a just Response . At which black deed , shou'd th' Elements dissolve● And th' Universal World it self involve In present ruin , shou'd th' infernal Lake Flash out in Flames ; Or shou'd the Waters break Through their strong Banks , and so a Deluge make , Shou'd Sun and Moon at once Eclipsed be , And to compleat a full Calamity Stars fall from Heav'n , and dash in pieces those Who did their Sov'raign and his Laws oppose : This we might judge is to their Merit due , Who such perfidious treachery pursue . Forgive my passion , if I do transgress Beyond the limits of true Holiness . I wish that all effectually repent This bloody Sin , whereby they may prevent Those heavy Iudgments which predict th' Event . And may those Persons , who were Actors in This cursed Cause against the Father , bring Their true Obedience to his Son , now King ; That so they may to him , and all his Race , And to themselves , bring a continu'd Peace : And after crown'd with honour and success , At last enjoy Eternal happiness . UPON ONE'S Birth-Day . LOok upwards , O my Soul ! and thou may'st see Once more thy Birth-days Anniversary . Another year of Time is passed by , And now methinks hath slid so silently , As if unmeasur'd yet ; and thus will seem Most of thy Days , when spent , in thy esteem . Man's Life is fitly liken'd unto Fire , Which unsupply'd with fuel , do's expire . And thus no sooner 's run our ●leeting Sand , But the Glass breaks by Death's destroying hand . Since then , my Soul , that Time so fast doth slide , How much art thou obliged to provide That which may beautifie thy nobler part , And also cleanse and purifie thy Heart From all pollution , which within doth reign , And in that Empire such Dominion gain ? Make firm Resolves , by new Engagements tye Thy Passions up , restrain their liberty . Place thy affections upon things above , Try then to surfeit i● thou canst on Love ; In time secure that which alone can last , When youth and beauty , strength and life are past . Then as thy Sands do was●e , and Years increase , Thou shalt at last expire with Ioy and Peace . UPON CHRIST's NATIVITY . BEhold an Universal Darkness has o'er-spread This lower World , and Man in Sin lyes dead . Now black Despair his heavy burthen's made , And being fall'n , God's Wrath can ne'er be paid : For since his Native Innocence is flown , All the first promises of Bliss are gone . Think then , O Adam ! on the state thou' rt in , And all Ma●kind by reason of thy Sin. Alas poor Man ! thy Paradise is lost , And thou might'st justly from thy Bliss be toss'd Into th' infernal Lake ; where with great pain , B'ing exercis'd , thou might'st lament in vain . But stay a while , What Musick 's this I hear ! Which sounds so sweetly from the heav'nly Sphere ! Look here , O Man ! are thine Eyes upwards bent ? Here 's Angels , surely , on a Message sent . Man. What Anthem's this , sweet Angels , that you sing Unto us Men ? do ye glad tydings bring ? Ang. We come from Heaven , we declare no Ill , But Peace on Earth , and unto Men Good-will . M. How so , we pray ? can God be friends agen ? Will he be reconcil'd to sinfull Men ? Is God so kind , so mercifull a God , So soon to cast away his angry Rod ? A. You need not doubt , wou'd you but with the Eye Of stedfast Faith , pierce through the Starry Sky , You might behold there God himself contriving , Not for your Death , but your Eternal Living . M. But how shall we of this assured be ? What sign or token may we find or see ? A. Want ye a sign ? then do but us believe : Here 's one , behold a Virgin does conceive : A Virgin true and chast do's now bring forth A Son unto you of Transcendent Worth : This is the true Messias , whom of old The Patriarchs and Prophets so fore-told ; This is the Seed to Adam , promised By God , to break the subtle Serpent's Head : M. This being then the day of Iesus Birth , Let us affect our Hearts with godly Mirth ; Let us , I say , both triumph , joy , and sing , Glory be to our Christ , our Priest , our King. On the same . EArly i' th' Morn I wak'd , and first my Ear The Bell-man did salute with th' time of Year . And next the joyfull Cock , who 'd left his Nest , Ceases not crowing Christus natus est . The lesser Birds in sweeter Notes do sing , And louder Sounds Echo from Bells that ring . Amidst this joy , I upward cast my Eyes , And saw more brighter Rays adorn the Skies ; Where e'er I look'd , a happy change I view'd , Nature her self did seem as if renew'd : But when surpriz'd with such a beauteous Scene , I then resolv'd to think what this might mean ; And presently my Thoughts inlarged were , And Christ his Incarnation did appear , In the most great and highest Acts of Love , Such as will Reason to amazement move : For who can think on Man , lost and undone , To be redeem'd from Death by God's own Son , And not be stricken with the quickest sence Of so much Love , and charming Excellence ? Rouse then thy Minds best faculties , and soar Up to a pitch , thou never reach't before : Strive to come near , at least to imitate The holy Angels , in their happy state ; Who always in a constant circle move , Of giving praises unto God above ; And when to them the happy tydings came , They gladly were the Heralds to proclaim The joyfull news to us ; then shall not Man Sing the same Anthem they on Earth began ? Give praises therefore unto God most high , And joyn thy Soul to the bless'd Hierarchy . When thus Seraphick-Love thy thoughts employ , Thou shalt anticipate that Heav'nly Ioy. More on the same Subject . LEt this days triumph o'er the World be crown'd , A day of Iubilee for ever own'd , With Harp and Violin our Mirth we 'll show , Unto this day all gratitude we owe. Let Lute and Timbrel , and Majestick touch Of the sweet Vial too proclaim as much . Let Talbrot also , and the loud-spoke Cymbal Ioyn with the sweeter of the Virginal ; Let all the Voices , both of Base and Trebble , Ioyn in this harmony ; let polish't Marble , To future Ages , keep his honour'd Name , That they with equal pleasure speak the same : And that a p●rfect joy may be express'd , At the Solemnity of such a Feast , Let the whole Earth put on her Robes of Green , And be in Triumph when this day is seen ; And also let the pretty winged Quire , From their warm Nests with joyfulness retire ; And fill the Air with sweet melodious Notes , Which they sing forth from out their warbling Throats : Let the Floods clap their hands , and therein show , That they rejoyce with all the World below ; Let Angels too above bedeck the Sky , And in soft strains divulge their Harmony ; Let the Illustrious Cherubins descend With their delicious Carrols to attend Man's happy change , which Christ alone did bring , Who is become our Prophet , Priest , and King. O bless'd Redeemer ! why would'st thou come down , Rather so lowly , than with great Renown ? As soon as born , why did'st thou not give order To be proclaim'd the World's great Emperour ? Or cam'st not vailed in an Angel's Shrine , Or took the Nature of a Seraphin ? But this had been contrary to thy Will , Who came the Prophet's Sayings to fulfill : Besides , thy Message had a nobler End , Namely , the World of Sin to reprehend ; And to refine and purge our thoughts from Earth , Conveying to us Grace by second Birth ; To influence our Minds from Heav'n above , And to possess us here with Peace and Love. ON NEW-YEARS-DAY . OH Time , with Wings thou well may'st painted be , For that shows swiftness and celerity ; And thy keen Scythe as truly doth bespeak , What mighty devastations thou do'st make . That which thy hand incircles is a Glass , VVhose Sands with fleeting constancy do pass An Emblem , which adapted is to show , VVhat short duration all things have below ; The Revolution of another Year , Do's plain and obvious to each Eye appear : The New-Year is in Infancy begun , And to its latter period soon will run ; For when the last Years Scene of things are gone , The Revolutions of the New post on . View the Creation made with curious Art , And you 'll see motion run through ev'ry part ; For whensoe'er that ceases , presently The Object do's begin to wast and dye . But now this Festival of New-years-day , A more exalted Subject doth display ; For it exhibiteth upon Record The Circumcision of our blessed Lord ; VVhich Institution was by God decreed For a distinction unto Abr'am's Seed : But when our Saviour came , what need was there But that this Iewish Rite shou'd disappear ? The Circumcision of the Heart was then E●teem'd more proper for the Sons of Men ; Instead of Circumcision and the Passover , Our Saviour therefore did enjoyn two other More Sacred Sacraments , which Christians now Do celebrate with a most solemn Vow . The former (a) Rite Mortification taught , (b) This a more comprehensive meaning brought ; To wash off Adam's Sin is the intent , As Water is a cleansing Element . And all the Laws our Saviour did enjoyn , Than those he has remov'd , are more sublime ; Since nothing came from him but what 's Divine . Each Festival that keeps his Memory , Shou'd not without our due respe●t pass by . 'T is fit we shou'd commemorate such days With an ecstatick and exalted praise , And all our Faculties in Transport raise . EYES and TEARS . I. HOW wisely Nature did decree , VVith the same Eyes to weep and se● ! That having view'd the Object vain , VVe might be ready to complain . II. What in the World most fair appears , Yea ev'n laughter turns to tears ; And all the Iewels which we prize , Melt in these Pendents of the Eyes ? III. Lo , the All-seeing Sun each day Distills the World with Chymick Ray ; But finds the Essence only show'rs , Which straight in pity back he pow'rs . IV. Yet happy they whom Grief doth bless , That weep the more , and see the less : And to preserve their Sight more true , Bathe still their Eyes in their own Dew . V. So Magdalen in Tears more wise , Dissolv'd those Captivating Eyes ; VVhose liquid Chains cou'd flowing meet , To fetter her Redeemers Feet . VI. The sparkling Glance that shoots desire , Drench't in these Waves , do's lose its ●ire : Yea oft the Thunderer pity takes , And here the hissing Lightning slakes . VII . Ope then mine Eyes your double sluice , And practise so your noblest use ; For others too can see , or sleep , But only humane Eyes can weep . VIII . Now like two Clouds dissolving drop , And at each Tear in distance stop : Now like two Fountains trickle down ; Now like two Floods return and drown . IX . Thus let your Streams o'er-●low your Springs , Till Eyes and Tears be the same things : And each the others diff'rence bears , These weeping Eyes those seeing Tears . To Mrs. IANE BARKER , on her most Delightfull and Excellent Romance of SCIPINA , now in the Press . By I. N. Fellow of St. Iohn's Colledge in Cambridge . HAil ! Fair Commandress of a gentle Pen , At once the Dread , and dear Delight of Men ; who 'll read with Transports those soft joys you 've writ , Then fear their Laurels do but loosely ●it , Since You invade the Primacy of Wit. Accept , kind Guardian , of our sleeping Fame , Those modest Praises , which your Merits claim . 'T 'as been our Country's Scandal , now of late , For want of Fancy , poorly to Translate : Each pregnant Term , some honest , labouring brain With toilsome drudgery , and mighty pain , Has told some new Amour from France or Spain . Running us still so shamefully o' th' score , That we have scarcely credit left for more . But Thou , in whom all Graces are combin'd , And native Wit with equal Iudgment joyn'd , Hast taught us how to quell our Bankrupt Fear , By bravely quitting all the long Arrear . Thy single Payment , they 'll with thanks allow A just return for all those Debts we owe. What though their Tale more numerous appear ? Our Coyn's more noble , and our Stamp more fair . So have I seen a Score o' th' Dunning Race , Discharg'd their Paltry Ticks with one Broadpi●● Nor hast Thou more engag'd thy Home● Than the bare Memory of ancient Rome : So far thy generous Obligations spread , As both to bind the Living and the Dead . 'T would please thy Hero's awfull Shade , to see His Part thus Acted o'er again by Thee ; Where ev'n his bare Idea has that pow'r , Which Real Scipio only had before : Such tenderness his very Image moves , That ev'ry gentle Maid that reads it , Loves . ●o see with what new Air the Lover charms ! ●ill doubly bless'd in fair Clarinthia's Arms. ●riumphs of War were less than those of Peace ; Nor was He e'er so Great in any Arms , as these . What crowds of Weeping Loves wilt Thou create , When in thy Lines they find their Pictur'd Fate ? Thou 'st fram'd each Passion with so soft an Art , As needs must melt the hardest Stoick's heart . Did Zeno live to see thy moving sence , He 'd sure in Love an Epicure commence ; ●he cold Insensible would disappear , And with each Mourning Fair he 'd shed a Tear. But when He reads the happy Lover's Ioys , He 'd tell the rapturous pleasures with his Eyes : On 's wrinkl'd brows a smiling Calm would shine , He 'd think each Period of thy Book Divine , And with impatience kiss each tender line . Yet all this while , such are thy harmless Flames , As neither Age it self , nor Envy blames : The Precise-Grave-Ones cannot disapprove Thy Hero's honourable Love. Thy Lines may pass severest Virtue 's Test , More than Astraea's soft , more than Orinda's chast . Young Country Squires may read without offence , Nor Lady Mothers fear their debauch't Innocence . Only beware , Incautious Youths beware , Lest when you see such lovely Pictures there ; You , as of old the Fair Enamour'd Boy , Languish for those feign'd Beauties you descry , And pine away for Visionary Ioy. Then if by day they kindle noble Fire , And with gay thoughts your nightly Dreams inspire , Bless , Bless the Author of your soft desire . PHILASTER . To Mrs. IANE BARKER , on her Resolution of Versifying no more . By the same Author . MAdam , I can't but wonder why of late , What you so lov'd , you now so much shou'd hate . Your Muse , with whom you thought your self once blest , That now shou'd banish'd be from your fair Breast : 'T may convince some ( but that it ne'er shall me ) That in your Sex there is inconstancy ; Whom formerly with name of (a) Gallant grac'd , By you so suddenly shou'd be displac'd . Is this the recompence which you intend Now to bestow on your so early Friend ? Who when a Child , put in your hand a Bough (b) , Hoping , in time , it might adorn your Brow. Methinks you do 't , as if you did design Fate 's all resistless pow'r to countermine . What else shou'd be the cause , I cannot see , That makes you so averse to Poetry ; Unless 't be this , 'Cause each poor rhiming Fool , To get a place i' th' Ballad-maker's School , Spews forth his Dogrel-rhimes , which only are Like rubbish sent i' th' Streets , and every Fair. Is this an Argument , 'cause Beggars Eat , Therefore you 'll fast , and go without your Meat ? So Vertue may as well aside be laid , Because a Cloak for Vice too oft it 's made . Shall a true Diamond of less value be , Because abroad some Counterfeits we see ? But when compar'd , how eas'ly may we know Which are for sale , and which are for a show . Then give not o'er , for in this Town they 'll say , A new Gallant has stol'n your Heart away : Besides , the Muses cannot chuse but pine ; In losing You , they 'll lose their Number Nine . To the Incomparable AUTHOR , Mrs. IANE BARKER , On her Excellent ROMANCE of SCIPINA . By a Gentleman of St. Iohn's College , Cambridge . FAir Female Conquerour , we all submit To the joynt force of Beauty , and of Wit : And thus like vanquish'd Slaves in Triumph led , Lawrels and Crowns before the Victor spread . What stupid Enemy to Wit and Sence , Dares to dispute your Sexes Excellence ? That Sex which doth in you Triumphant come , To praise with Wit of Greece the Arms of Rome ; Secur'd by solid Sence , you soar sublime Above the little flutt'ring flights of Rhime . Antient Philosophy , embrac'd by few , Smiles and looks young to be caress'd by you ; Out-rivals Love , and drives him from your Breast , And is alone of your whole self possest : No Word of yours the nicest can reprove , To show a more than modest sense of Love : But something still like inspiration shines , Through the bright Virgin Candor of your lines . How well are all your Hero's toyls and fights , His long laborious Days , and restless Nights , Re-paid with Glory by your charming Pen ? How gladly wou'd he act them o'er again ? The Great Cornelian Race with wonder view , The Asian Conquerour , thus adorn'd by you ; And th' younger Scipio willingly wou'd quit His Titles for your more Triumphant Wit. On then , brave Maid , secure of Fame advance , 'Gainst the Scaroons and Scudderies of France . Shew them your claim , let nought your Merit awe , Your Title 's good spight of the Salique-Law ; Safe in the Triumphs of your Wit remain ; Our English Laws admit a Woman's Reign . EXILIUS . ON THE POSTHUME and Precious POEMS OF Sir MATTHEW HALE , Late Lord Chief Iustice of His Majesty's Court of King's-Bench . By a Gentleman of Lincolns-Inn . THE Rose and other fragrant Flow'rs smell best When they are pluck'd and worn in Hand or Breast ; So this fair Flow'r of Vertue , this rare Bud Of Wit , smells now as fresh as when he stood , And by his Poetry doth let us know , He on the Banks of Helicon did grow : The Beauties of his Soul apparent shine , Both in his Works and Poetry Divine ; In him all Vertues met , th' Exemplary Of Wisdom , Learning , and true Piety . Farewell Fam'd Iudge , Minion of Thespian Dame● , Apollo's Darling born with Enthian Flames ; Which in thy numbers wave , and shine so clear , As sparks refracted in rich Iems appear ; Such Flames as may inspire , and Atoms cast , To make new Poets not like him in hast . To the Admir'd AUTHOR , Mr. THOMAS WRIGHT , ON HIS Incomparable HISTORIES , ENTITULED , God's Revenge against Murther and Adultery , with the Triumphs of Friendship and Chastity . Newly published in a small Vol. 80. By Mr. I. Whitehall . SInce the too bold aspiring Angel fell ( By his Ambition and his Pride ) to Hell ; And since Rebellious Man lost Paradise , The World is fill'd with various sorts of Vice ; Murther and Lust , twin Tyrants , long have reign'd , And a vast Empire through the World maintain'd . The Sword of Iustice could not stop their rage , They 've boldly tyranniz'd in ev'ry Age ; Nor cou'd Divines their furious heat asswage . Yet doubtless , Friend , th' Examples you have giv'n , May give them prospect of revenging Heav'n . Your Pen with Eloquence divine inspir'd , Will cool the Souls with Lust and Murther fir'd . Tame all the Passions , regulate the Will , And stop that Rage which guiltless blood wou'd spill . Such charming Oratory it doth give , As teacheth us by others Death to live ; And from a Life of Chastity and Love , A great Advantage to our selves improve . To tell thy Fame , I want great Spencer's Skill , The gentle charming pow'r of Cowley's Quill : All Men of Sence will praise thy matchless Prose , For sharpest Briar bears the sweetest Rose . To his Ingenious FRIEND , Mr. THOMAS WRIGHT , ON HIS Compendious HISTORIES OF Murther , Adultery , Friendship and Chastity . Some of the former being Epitomiz'd from Mr. Reynold's Murthers . By another Hand . MAny , 't is true , knew of this Golden Mine , But all their Skill cou'd not the Ore Refine : Th' inimitable REYNOLD's very Name , Startled at first our greatest Men of Fame ; Each one by fear , from that great task was hurl'd , And tho'lanch'd out their Sails , were quickly furl'd . Wanting thy courage , they cou'd never soar To this high pitch , which none e'er reach'd be●or● . The Vulgar paths thou shun'st , soaring sublime , Till with quaint Eloquence thou fraught'st each line . None yet so sweetly charm'd with Sence the times , So gently , and so well rebuk'd such crimes , As you , my Friend , have done ; for you present Vice so deform'd , the Wicked will repent ; And by Examples of the chast and kind , Fix bright Embellishments upon the Mind , Such as may make us to improve , and be Like patterns of Heroick Piety . Thy Wit and Skill may former Artists blame , And Reynold's Murthers now we must not name . As sable Darkness , which attends the Night , To the Days Sun-beams is its opposite : So Vice from Vertue , Wrong from Right 's the same ; Then how canst thou write wrong , when WRIGHT's thy Name ? ON Christmas-day . O God! who art most Excellent and Wise ! I see the Morning Beams break through the Skies ; And with great admiration view the Light Which dissipates Nights darkness from my sight . But with a greater wonder I look on Those bright Illuminations , which thy Son Hath brought to light by 's Incarnation . Look and admire I may , but can't express Such heights and depths of Love , in Prose or Verse : 'T is beyond th' art of Rhet'rick to display , What Chris●ians solemnize this F●stal day . Two sacred Words , are an Epi●ome Of what 's effected in this Mystery , Redemption and Salvation ; heav'nly Letters ! Which freed fall'n Man from th' Bondage of his Fetters : Lust and Ambition , Avarice and Fraud , Was then his Master , and his Passions Lord : Till Christ , his great Redeemer , broke the Chain , And placed him in Paradise again . O Love most infinite ! O Love divine ! This Mystery of Love was truly thine ; For neither Men nor Angels could atone Th' Almighty's Wrath , but God and Man in one : Wherefore Divinity submits to be Lodg'd in a Vessel of Humanity . How ioyfully ●he heav'nly Host above , Proclaim to Man , glad tydings of thy Love ? And shall Mankind so much ungrateful be , Or rather sink into stupidity , As not with equal Ioy this Message hear , And all due Rev'rence to their Saviour bear ? And finally , Let 's end these Festal days , With sweet Doxologies , and Songs of Praise . UPON DEATH . NAked I came from out my Mother's Womb , And naked must return unto my Tomb ; Disrob'd of all Injoyments here below , Or what my Fancy had esteemed so ; Laid down in silence , and by all forgot ; Left in an Earthly Sepulchre to rot , And turn to noisome and corrupted Clay , My Manly Shape and Figure worn away : Thus when our little breath , and life 's once gone , We make a Feast for Worms to feed upon . And though we shou'd the most Endearments have , Of Wife and Children too , yet we must leave Them , and their Fortunes , unto Providence , When pale-fac'd Death shall summon us from hence Why do we stand amaz'd , and seem to fear , When e'er the news of a Friend's Death we hear ? And not much rather to applaud the Tongue , That brought intelligence , he liv'd so long ; For Life's so mutable , each little blast May the whole Fabrick unto ruin hast : Life is a Bubble , which now you see here , And in a moments time do's disappear ; Full as inconstant as the Wind ; alas ! 'T is far more brittle than a Venice-Glass ; 'T is as a Shadow , which is quickly fled ; Or as a Word , which in as small time 's said ; 'T is as a Vapour rising from the Earth , But at the most 't is but a little Breath . And is this truly so ? and shall my Eyes , Together with my Souls bright Faculties , Be cheated with the Worlds gay Vanities ? Certainly no! Adieu ye cheating Pleasures , Which only bear the empty name of Treasures ; No Sophistry , or stratagem , can hide Your gilded Vanity , your Lust and Pride : And as for Honour , that I 'll most avoid , My lonesome Cottage shall not be annoy'd By th' noisome Breath of a confused Rabble ; Void of calm Reason , full of nonsence , babble . Besides , my Eyes are both too weak and dimm To guide my Feet , whilst I so high must climb , To reach her Pinacles ; which if I do , 'T is but to make me fall from thence more low . And as for worldly Wealth , my bounds I set , According to what Prudence do's direct . Our honest Industry is not deny'd , When all disponding Thoughts are laid aside : So much I can most lawfully desire , As may with decency my Life attire ; And bear me up , lest I too much shou'd Mourn , Before I fill my dark and silent Urn. Such serious Thoughts as these delight me best ; Death , when fore-seen in time , do's quite devest A Man of dubious Thoughts , and frightful Fears , And with a Plaudit closeth up his Years . ON THE Divine Spirit . AS when the lab'ring Sun hath wrought his track Up to the top of lofty Cancer's back , The Icie Ocean cracks the Frozen Pole , Thaws with the heat of Celestial Coal ; So when thy absent Beams begin t' impart Again a Solstice on my ●rozen Heart , My Winter 's o'er , my drooping Spirits sing , And every part revives into a Spring : But if thy quickning Beams a while decline , And with their Light bless not this Orb of mine , A chilly Frost surprizeth every Member , And in the midst of Iune I feel December . O how this Earthly temper doth debase The noble Soul , in this her humble place ! VVhose wingy Nature ever doth aspire To reach that place , whence ●irst it took its ●ire . These Flames I feel , which in my Heart do dwell , Are not thy Beams , but take their fire from Hell. O quench them all , and let thy Light Divine Be as the Sun to this poor Orb of mine ; And to thy Sacred Spirit convert those Fires , VVhose Earthly fumes crack my devout Aspires ! To the Memory of the Illustrious Prince GEORGE , Duke of Buckingham . WHen the dread Summons of Commanding Fate Sounds the Last Call at some proud Palace-Gate , When both the Rich , the Fair , the Great , and High. Fortunes most darling Favourites must die ; Strait at th' Alarm the busie Heraulds wait To fill the Solemn Pomp , and Mourn in State : Scutcheons and Sables then make up the Show , Whilst on the Herse the mourning Streamers flow , With all the rich Magnificence of Woe . If Common Greatness these just Rights can claim , What Nobler Train must wait on Buckingham ! When so much Wit 's Great Re●ormer , dyes , The very Muses at thy Obsequies , ( The Muses , that melodious cheersull Quire , Whom Misery could ne'er untune , nor tire , But chirp in Rags , and ev'n in Dungeons sing , ) Now with their broken Notes , and flagging Wing , To thy sad Dirge their murm'ring Plaints shall bring . Wit , and Wit 's god , for Buckingham shall mourn , And His lov'd Laurel into Cypress turn . Nor shall the Nine sad Sisters only keep This mourning Day : even Time himself shall weep , And in new Brine his hoary furrows steep . Time , that so much must thy great Debtor be , As to have borrow'd ev'n new Life●rom ●rom Thee ; Whilst thy gay Wit has made his sullen Glass And tedious Hours with new-born Raptures pass . What tho'black Envy with her ranc'rous Tongue , And angry Poets in embitter'd Song ( Whilst to new tracks thy boundless Soul aspires ) Charge thee with roving Change , and wandring Fires● Envy more base did never Virtue wrong ; Thy Wit , a Torrent for the Banks too strong , In twenty smaller Rills o'er-flow'd the Dam , Though the main Channel still was Buckingham . Let Care the busie Statesman over-whelm , Tugging at th' Oar , or drudging at the Helm . With lab'ring Pain so half-soul'd Pilots plod , Great Buckingham a sprightlier Measure trod : When o'er the mounting Waves the Vessel rod , Unshock'd by Toyls , by Tempests undismay'd , Steer'd the Great Bark , and as that danc'd , He play'd . Nor bounds thy Praise to Albion's narrow Coast , Thy Gallantry shall Foreign Nations boast , They Gallick Shore , with all the Trumps of Fame , To endless Ages shall resound thy Name . When Buckingham , Great CHARLES Embassador , With such a Port the Royal Image bore , So near the Life th' Imperial Copy drew , As ev'n the Mighty Louis could not View With Wonder only , but with Envy too . His very Fleur-de-Lize's ●ainting Light Half droopt to see the English Rose so bright . Let Groveling Minds of Nature's basest mould Hug and Adore their dearest Idol , Gold : Thy Nobler Soul did the weak Charms defie , Disdain the Earthly Dross to mount more High. Whilst Humbler Merit on Court-Smiles depends For the Gilt Show'r in which their Iove descends ; Thou mount'st to Honour for a Braver End ; What others borrow , Thou cam'st there to lend : Did'st sacred Vertues naked Self adore , And left'st her Portion for her sordid Woer ; The poorer Miser how dost thou out-shine , He the Worlds Slave , but thou hast made it thine : Great Buckingham's Exalted Character , That in the Prince liv'd the Philosopher . Thus all the Wealth thy Generous Hand has spent , Shall raise thy Everlasting Monument . So the fam'd Phoenix builds her dying Nest Of all the richest Spices of the East : Then the heap'd Mass prepar'd for a kind Ray Some warmer Beam of the Great God of Day , Do's in one hallow'd Conflagration burn , A precious Incense to her Funeral Urn. So Thy bright Blaze felt the same Funeral Doom , A wealthier Pile than old Mausolus Tomb. Only too Great , too Proud to imitate The poorer Phoenix more Ignoble Fate , Thy Matchless Worth all Successors defies , And scorn'd an Heir shou'd from thy Ashes rise : Begins and finishes that Glorious Spheer , Too Mighty for a Second Charioteer . UPON THE DEATH OF OLIVER CROMWELL , In Answer to Mr. W — ' s Verses . By Mr. Godolphin . 'T IS well he 's gone , ( O had he never been ! ) Hurry'd in Storms loud as his crying Sin : The Pines and Oaks fell prostrate to his Urn , That with his Soul his Body too might burn . Winds pluck up Roots , and fixed Cedars move , Roaring for Vengeance to the Heavens above : For Guilt from him like Romulus did grow , And such a Wind did at his Ruin blow . Praying themselves the lofty Trees shou'd fell Without the Ax , so Orpheus went to Hell : At whose descent the sturdiest Oaks were cleft , And the whole Wood its wonted Station left . In Battle Herc'les wore the Lyon's Skin , But our Fierce Nero wore the Beast within ; Whose Heart was Brutish , more than Face or Eyes , And in the shape of Man was in disguise . Where ever Men , where ever pillage lyes , Like rav'nous Vultures , or wing'd Navy flyes . Under the Tropicks he is understood , And brings home Rapine through a Purple Flood . New Circulations found , our Blood is hurl'd , As round the lesser , so the greater VVorld . In Civil Wars he did us first engage , And made Three Kingdoms subject to his rage . One fatal stroke slew Iustice , and the cause Of Truth , Religion , and our Sacred Laws . So fell Achilles by the Trojan Band , Though he still fought with Heav'n it self in hand . Nor cou'd Domestick Spoil confine his Mind , Nor limits to his fury , but Mankind . The Brittish Youth in Foreign Coasts are sent , Towns to destroy , but more to Banishment . VVho since they cannot in this Isle abide , Are confin'd Pris'ners to the VVorld beside . No wonder then if we no tears allow To him who gave us Wars and Ruin too : Tyrants that lov'd him , griev'd , concern'd to see There must be punishment to crueltie . Nature her self rejoyced at his Death , And on the Halter sung with such a Breath , As made the Sea dance higher than before , While her glad Waves came dancing to the shore . ON THE LAST DUTCH WAR . By Mr. Benjamin Willy , sometime Master of the Free-School of Newark upon Trent . RObb'd of our Rights ! and by such Water-Rats ! We 'll doff their Heads , if they won't doff their Hats . Affront from Hogen Mogen to endure ! 'T is time to box these Butter-Boxes sure . If they the Flag 's undoubted Right deny us , And won't strike to us , they must be struck by Us. A Crew of Boors , and Sooterkins , that know Themselves they to our Blood and Valour owe. Did we for this knock off their Spanish Fetters , To make 'em able to abuse their Betters ? If at this rate they rave , I think 't is good Not to omit the Spring , but let 'em Blood. Rouse then , Heroick Britains , 't is not Words , But Wounds must work with Leather-Apron-Lords . They 're deaf , and must be talk'd withall , alas , With Words of Iron , spoke by Mouths of Brass , I hope we shall to purpose the next bout Cure 'em , as we did Opdam of the Gout . And when i' th' bottom of the Sea they come , They 'll have enough of Mare Liberum . Our brandish't Steel ( tho' now they seem so tall ) Shall make 'em lower than Low-Countries fall : But they 'll e'er long come to themselves you 'll see , When we in earnest are at Snick-a-snee . When once the Boars perceive our Swords are drawn , And we converting are those Boars to Brawn . Methinks the Ruin of their Belgick Banners Last Fight , almost as ragged as their Manners , Might have perswaded 'em to better things , Than to be sawcy with the best of Kings . Is it of Wealth so proud they are become ? Charles has a Wain , I hope , to fetch it home ; And with it pay himself his just Arrears Of Fishing Tribute for this Hundred years ; That we may say , as all the Store comes in , The Dutch , alas , have but our Factors bin : They fathom Sea and Land , we , when we please , Have both the Indies brought to our own Seas ; For Rich and Proud they bring in Ships by Shoals ; And then we humble them to save their Souls . Pox of their Pictures ! if we had 'em here , We'd find 'em Frames at Tyburn , or elsewhere . The next they draw be it their Admirals , Transpeciated into Finns and Scales ; Or which wou'd do as well , draw , if they please , Opdam with th' Seven sinking Provinces ; Or draw their Captains from the conqu'ring Main , F●rst beaten home , then beaten back again . And after this so just , though fatal strife , Draw their dead Boars again unto the Life . Lastly , Remember to prevent all Laughter ; Drawing goes first , but Hanging follows after . If then Lampooning thus be their undoing , Who pities them that purchase their own Ruin ; Or will hereafter trust their treacheries , Untill they leave their Heads for Hostages . For as the Proverb thus of Women's said , Believe 'em nothing , though you think 'em dead . The Dutch are stubborn , and will yield no Fruit Till , like the Wallnut-Tree , ye beat 'em to 't . THE LAST SAYINGS OF A MOUSE , Lately Starved in a Cupboard . As they were taken in Short-hand by a Zealous Rat-catcher , who listned at the Key-hole of the Cupboard Door . WRetch that I am ! and is it come to this ? O short continuance of Earthly bliss . Did I for this forsake my Country Ease , My Liberty , my Bacon , Beans , and Pease ? Call ye me this the breeding of the Town , Which my young Master bragg'd when he came down ? Fool that I was ! I heard my Father say ( A Rev'rend Mouse he was , and his Beard gray ) " Young Hunt-crum , mark me well , you needs must rome , " And leave me and your Mother here at home : " Great is your Spirit , at high food you aim , " But have a care — believe not lying Fame ; " Vast Bodies oft are mov'd by slender Springs , " Great Men and Tables are two diff'rent things : " Assure thy self , all is not Gold that shines ; " He that looks always fa● , not always dines : " For oft I 've seen one strut in laced Cloak , " And at th' same instant heard his Belly croak . By sad experience now I find too well , Old Hunt-crum was an arrant Sydrophel . And must I dye ? and is there no relief ? No Cheese , though I give over thoughts of Beef . Where is grave Madge , and brisk Grimalkin now , Before whose Feet our Race was wont to bow ? No Owl , no Cat , to end my wofull days ? No Gresham Engine my lean Corps to squeese ? I 'd rather fall to Foes a noble prey , Than squeek my Soul out under Lock and Key● What 's this ? a pissing Candles latter end , My dear beloved Country-Save-all Friend ? Thou dreadfull Emblem of Mortality , Which nothing savour'st of solidity : Detested Droll'ry of my cruel Fate ! This shadow of a Comfort comes too late . Now you my Brethren Mice , if any be As yet unstarv'd in all our Family , From your obscure Retreats rise and appear , To your , or to your Ghosts I now draw near . Unto my pristine dust I hast apace , Observe my hollow Eyes , and meager Face ; And learn from me the sad reverse of Fate , 'T is better to be innocent than great . Good Consciences and Bellies full , say I , Exceed the pomp that only fills the Eye . Farewell you see ( my friends ) that knew me once Pamper'd and smooth , reduc'd to Skin and Bones . Poor as a Church-Mouse ! O I faint ! I dye ! Fly , fly from Cat in shape of Famine , f●y ; VVhilst at ●y Death I my Ambition rue , In this my Cupboard , and my Coffin too ; Farewell to Victuals , Greatness , and to you . TO THE SECRETARY OF THE MUSES . A NEW-YEARS-GIFT . IULIAN , WIth care peruse the lines I send , Which when you 've done , you 'll find I am your friend ; I write not for Applause , or if I doe , who 'd value the Applause that comes from you , Or from your Patrons , who of late we see , However they 're distinguish'd in degree , Forget themselves , and grow as dull as thee ? As often drunk , as awkward in their dress , Fight with thy courage , Court with thy success . And when their fond Impertinences fail , They strait turn Satyrists , and learn to rail ; With false Aspersions whitest truths they touch , And will abuse , because they can't debauch . No , Iulian , 't is not my design to glean Applauses either from thy self , or them ; But meerly to assume a friendly care , And give thee Counsel for th' ensuing Year . For if all pow'rfull dullness keep its station , Dullness chief Manufacture of the Nation , Thou certainly must starve the next Vacation . To prevent which , observe the rules I give , We never are too old to learn to live . First then , to all thy railing Scriblers go , Who do their wit and worth in Libels show ; Bid 'em correct their Manners , and their Style , For both of 'em begin to grow so vile , They are beneath a Carr-man's scornfull smile : Tell 'em their false Coyn will no longer pass ; Nay , tell 'em that thou know'st it to be Brass : But above all , beg 'em to mend their strain , And yet I fear thy pray'rs will be in vain ; For though the Old year , Iulian , now is done , We know there comes another rowling on , And still another too when that is gone . But Wit lyes unmanur'd , the barren stor● Is ebbing out — I fear 't will flow no more . 'T is well thou dost not live on Wit alone , For the dull trash the Men of Sence disown , Thy duller Coxcombs with Applauses crown . Since folly then , and nonsence find success , Let this dull trifle pass amongst the rest : But swear withall the Author is a Wit ; Nay , when thou' rt in th' Enthusiastick fit , Swear 't is the highest thing that e'er was writ . Thus with thy noise prepare 'em by degrees , Thou' rt us'd to dullness , and thou know'st 't will please , Dull then as 't is , this New-years-gift of mine , If manag'd well , may help to get thee thine . EPITAPH ON THE SECRETARY to the MUSES . UNder this weeping Monumental Stone There lies a Scribe , who , while he liv'd , was known To ev'ry Bawd , Whore , Pimp , Fop , Fool in Town , For scandal he was born , and we shall find , That now he 's dead , there 's little left behind : Vast was his Courage , witness all the store Of noble Scars , that to his Grave he bore ; All got in War , for he abhorr'd a Whore. Of spreading Libels nothing shall be said , Because 't was that which brought him in his Bread , And 't is a crime to vilifie the Dead . His Honour for Religion still was great , In Covent-Garden Church he 'd slumb'ring sit , To shew his Piety was like his Wit. But above all , Drink was his chief delight ; He drank all day , yet left not off at night : Drink was his Mistress ; Drinking was his Health ; For without Drinking he was ne'er himself . Ah , cruel Gods ! what Mercy can ye boast If the poor Secretary's frighted Ghost Shou'd chance to touch upon the Stygian Coast ? But ah his loss , 't is now too late to Mourn ; He 's gone , and Fate admits of no return . But whither is he gone ? to 's Grave , no doubt ; Where , if there 's any Drink , he 'll find it out . A SATYR , In Answer to the SATYR against MAN. By T. L. of Wadham Colledge , Oxon. WEre I a Sp'rit , to chuse for my own share , What case of Flesh and Blood I 'd please to wear , I 'd be the same that to my joy I am , One of those brave and glorious Creatures , Man ; Who is from Reason justly nam'd the bright And perfect Image of the Infinite : Reason's Mankind's Prerogative , no less Their Nature's honour , than their happiness : With which alone , the meanest Creature blest , Were truly styl'd the Lord of all the rest ; Whence Man makes good his Title to the Throne , And th' whole Creation his Dominion own . Whence he o'er others , and himself presides , As safe from Errour as Ten thousand Guides : Through Doubt's distracting Lab'rinths it directs , And all the subtil Windings there detects . As safely steers through Life's wide Ocean , As Skilful Pilates through the boundless Main ; It shews here Scylla , there Charybdi● lyes , And between both securely leads the Wise ; VVho Quick-sands , Rocks & Gulfs supinely braves , A desp'rate Fool may perish in the Waves ; VVho mad and heedless wou'd his Guide refuse● Can't blame that reason which he cannot use . He that will close , or leave his Eyes behind , Shou'd not accuse his Eyes , because they 're blind . If knowingly , vain Man , his Iourney makes Through Error 's fenny Bogs , and thorny Brakes , And craggy , steep , untrodden Paths he takes ; 'T is down-right Nonsence then to look upon His Errors ( Nature's Imperfection , ) And all Mankind endite with a wrong Bill , Which reaches not his Nature , but his Will. Besides , it 's better reason to infer , That is most perfect , which can mostly Err ; The Hound that 's fam'd for far more politick Nose , Than Men in Parliament or Coffee-house ; Than Country-Iustice , or Old Caesar's Horses , A Consul 's made for 's Skill in State-affairs ; Who closest Plots can scent and spoil alone , With as much ease as he devours a Bone : Iowler the Wise the plodding Iowler is , Oft at a fault , and oft his Hare doth miss ; While through unerring-paths a Stone descends , And still arrives at that tow'rds which it tends . If therefore those are wisest which attain By surest means the Ends at which they aim : The latter , doubtless , will be wiser found , Though this is but a Stone , th' other a Hound . So much for Reason , th' next Attempt's for Man , For him I must defend , and him I can . Well then : Man is compos'd of Cruelty and Fear , From these his great , and his best Actions are ; The charge runs high , and deeply Man's arraign'd , His Blood is poyson'd , and his Nature stain'd . But I shall make it straight with ease appear , That the brisk accusation's too severe ; For undertaking to disparage him , They leave their Text , and make the Beast their Theme . And first the Fears that trouble him within , Proceed not from his Nature , but his Sin ; Which , like pale Ghosts , while they the Murth'rer haunt , Do cramp his Soul , and all his Courage daunt . Frame gastly Fantomes in his guilty Mind , Frightfull above , below , before , behind : If in the House , alas the House will fall ; If in the Street , each is a tot'ring Wall ; If in the Fields , what if the Poles shou'd crack , And the vast Orbs come tumbling on his back ? A Bird , a Wasp , a Beetle , and a Fly , With no small dread approach his trembling Eye ; For lately 't is evinc'd , all Creatures are No less than Man , in the wild state of War ; VVhich long ago the wary Emp'rour knew , VVho hostile flies , with Princely Valour slew . Is he alone ? he startles when he sees His moving shadow , and his shadow flees . For who can evidence but that may be No meer privation , but an Enemy ? So when alone a tim'rous Wretch is scar'd , And when he 's not , he 's fearfull of his Guard. VVhat shall he do ? or whither shall he fly ? VVho durst not live , and yet he durst not dye : Say you who e'er have felt those painfull stabs ; Say wretched Nero , or more wretched Hobbs . Guilt is of all , and always is afraid , From fear to fear successively betray'd ; 'T is guilt alone breeds cow'rdise and distrust , For all Men wou'd be Valiant if they durst ; Those only can't , who swear , and whore , and cheat , And sell their Honour at the cheapest rate : Whom brawling Surfeits , Drunkenness and Claps ; Hurry on head-long to the Grave perhaps : Such some call Devils , but we think the least , And therefore kindly head them with the best . Chuse they themselves whose Case they 'll please to wear , The Case of Dog , the Monkey , or the Bear. So far , I doubt not , but you 'll find it clear , He 's no true Man , who 's thus compos'd of Fear : He o'er whose Actions Reason doth preside , Who makes the radiant Light his constant Guide ; Vain fear can never o'er his Mind prevail , Integrity to him 's a Coat of Mail ; Of Vertues and of Honesty possest , Against all ills h'as trebly arm'd his Breast : Steel , Bra●s , and Oak , are but a weak defence , Compar'd to firm-resolved Innocence . This makes the Champion , ' midst the Bloody Field , Bolder than he who ●ore the sev'n-fold Shield , To brave the World , and all the dangers there , Though Heav'n , Air , Sea & Land all constant were . As unconcern'd as were the Forrest Oak , He feels the Lightning , and the Thunder-stroak : He meets the Lyon , and the Ragged Bear , With a great mind that never stoop'd to fear . If the Winds blow , they spend their Breath in vain , Tho' they enrage and swell their boist'rous Main . Till Waves arise , and foaming Billows rowl , For calm in spight of Tempest is his Soul ; And Syren-like he sings amongst the Storms : The brave can dye , but can receive no harms . But Men are cruel : no , they 're never so While they continue Men , not Monsters grow : But when degen'rate , they their pow'r employ , Not to preserve their kind , but to destroy . When once unnat'ral , they themselves engage In Blood and Rapine , Cruelty and Rage . Then Beasts on Beasts with greater Mercy prey , The rav'nous Tygers are less fierce than they . The greatest Good abus'd , turns greatest Evil , And so fall'n Lucifer became a Devil . But who 'd not therefore Blessed Michael be , 'Cause Devils are Angels too as well as he ? Or else to instance in their proper sphere , Pale and corrupted Wine turns Vinegar , Will they beyond it therefore praise small Beer ? While they debauch't , are to each other Fiends , True Men are good unto themselves and Friends . Whose kindness , affability and Love , Make these aboad below , like those above : Good without self , and without fawning kind , And own no Greatness but a Vertuous Mind : Grave , Learned , Noble , Valorous and Wise ; High without pride , and meek without disguise . Having at large compleated our defence , We will in short describe the Men of Sence . And first their Prowess , next their Learning shew ; Lastly their Wit , and then we 'll let them go : " For that which fools the World , Religion , " Your pains are sav'd , because the Wise have none● Here Hell's great Agent Hobbs i' th' front appears● Trembling beneath a load of guilt and fears : The Devil's Apostle sent to preach up Sin , And so convert the debauch'd World to him ; Whom Pride drew in as Cheats , their Bubbles catch , And made him venture to be made a Wretch . Hobbs , Natures pest , unhappy England's shame , Who damns his Soul to get himself a Name . The Resolute Villain from a proud desire , Of being Immortal , leaps into the fire : Nor can the Caitiff miss his desp'rate aim , Whose luscious Doctrine Proselytes will gain , ( Though 't is sufficiently absurd , and vain ) Whilst proud , ill-natur'd , lustfull Men remain . And that 's as long as Heav'n and Earth endure ; This th'Halter once , but nothing now can cure . Next him his learn'd and wise Disciples view , Persons of signal parts , and honour too , As the ensuing Catalogue will shew . Huffs , Fops , Gamesters , Highway-Men , and Players , Bawds , Pimps , Misses , Gallants , Grooms , Lacquies , and Pages ; Such as the Poet justly thought a crime , To place in Verse , or grace them with a Rhime . But now methinks I see towards me Iig , Huge Pantaloons and hu●fing Periwig ; With Hat and gaudy Feather o'er it spread , And underneath looks something like a Head. Bless me ! what is this Antick shape ? I can Believe it any thing besides a Man : But such it is , for I no sooner ask , But he bears up , and takes me thus to task . The Devil — straight down drop I , And my weak under-hearted Friend that 's by : A Fiend broke loose , cry'd he , I fear him worse , He shou'd a Hobbist be by th'size of 's Curse . Plague — for a peevish snarling Curr ; Mercy , I cry your Mercy , dreadfull Sir ; For a Broad-side these Weapons fitter are , Three wou'd at least sink a Dutch Man of War. These are the Sparks , who friends with stabs do greet , And bravely Murther the next Man they meet ; With boldness break a sturdy Drawer's pate , If the Wine 's bad , or Reck'ning is too great . Kill a poor Bell-man , and with his own Bell , 'T is a rare jest to ring the Rascal's Knell : Cry , Dam you to a Dog that takes the Wall , And for th' affront the ill-bred Cur must fall : Swear at a Coach-man , and his Horses kill , To send th' uncivil Sons of Whores to Hell. Upon a rude and justling Sign-post draw , Though the fam'd Champion George look't down and saw . Assault Glass-windows , which like Crystal Rock , Had firmly stood the sharp impetuous shock Of Twenty Winters , and despis'd their pow'r , Yet can't withstand their matchless Rage one hour . From all th' Atchievements of Romantick Knights , Their bold Encounters and heroick Fights ; One only Parallel to this is brought , When furious Don the Gyant Windmill fought . Oh that this Age some Homer wou'd afford ! Who might these deeds in deathless Verse record . Here wou'd his large Poetick Soul obtain A subje●t worthy his immortal vein ; Where greater deeds wou'd his great Muse employ , Than when she sang the tedious Siege of Troy. Then stout Achilles , Ajax , Diomede , The future Ages with contempt wou'd read ; Despise their Name , and undeserv'd Renown , Who Ten years spent to win a paultry Crown ; For War-like boldness , and Advent'rous deeds , The Camp of Venus that of Mars exceeds . 'T is an Exploit , no doubt , that 's nobler far T' attempt the Dangers of a Female War ; Where in vast numbers , resolute and bold , Viragoes fight for Honour , and for Gold ; And with unweary'd Violence oppose The fiercest Squadrons of assaulting Foes ; With just such weapons , and such courage too , Did war-like Amazons their Men subdue , Such venom'd Arrows from their Quiver flew . Next we 'll describe , from a few gen'ral hints , Their usual Learning , and Accomplishments . In the starch't Notions of the Hat and Knee , T' excell them , they defie the bravest He. How long they cringe , when within doors they greet , And when y' accoast one in the open Street . VVhether a Lady led must have the Wall ; And if there 's none , which Hand to lead withall . Which of the two the House first enters in , And then which first shou'd the vain prate begin . VVhen three full hours , without one word of sense , They 'll talk you on genteel impertinence ; And all shall be surprizing Complement , And each shall have at least five Madams in 't ; Besides the Courtish A-la-modish He , Intriegue Divine , and pleasant Repartee . Ladies of Pleasure , they from Honour know , By the Hood-knot , and the loose Gestico : They 'll tell exactly , if her temper Red Be bounteous Nature's gift , or borrowed . Descry a Beauty through her Mask and Shroud , Call her a Sun that 's got behind a Cloud . The vigour of those fopperies I lose For want of breeding , but you must excuse For this a Clownish , rude and Cloyster'd Muse. Nor must we all their Acts of Lust forget , In Excellence surpassing any yet : For Lust's more beastly , and more num'rous too , Than Nero's Pimp , Petronius , ever knew : More than Albertus , or the Stagyrite , Though both profoundly on the Subject write . Now for their Wit. They have one waggery the top o' th' rest , VVhich we 'll put first , because it is the best ; To cheat a Link-Boy of three-half pence pay , By slily stealing through some blind back-way . But what compleats the Iest , the Boy goes on , Untill the place appointed he 's upon , Never suspects the cunning Hero's gone . Having thus chous'd the Boy , and ' scap'd by flight , speed He scarcely sleeps for laughing all the Night . Tricks himself up th' next Morn , and hies with To tell his Miss th' intriegue of what he did ; Who makes reply , 'T was neatly done indeed . Then he all Company do's tire and worry For a whole week with that ridic'lous Story : Last night I hapned at the Tavern late , To be where five of these great Wits were sate , And was so nigh as to o'er-hear their prate : I dare to swear , that three amongst the five , Were Woodcock , Ninney , and Sir Loslitive . Had Shadwell heard them , he had stol'n from thence● A Second part of his Impertinence : Prologues and Epilogues they did reherse , With scraps and ends of stiff untoward Verse ; And strong Almansor Rants cull'd from the Plays Of Goff and Settle , and great Poet-Bays . An hour or two being spent in this discourse , And all their store quite drein'd , they fall to worse ; T' applaud th' invention of a swinging Oath , And better-humour'd Curse that fills the Mouth . A Bawdy Iest commands the gen'ral Vogue , And all admire and hug the witty Rogue . And if you once but chance to break a Iest , On the dull phlegmatick and formal Priest : Or rather vent a Droll on Sacred Writ , For th' more ingenious still , the better Wit. If he can wrest a scrap to 's present Theme , And pretty often daringly blaspheme ; Oh , 't is the Archest Rogue , the wittiest Thing , He shall e'er long be Iester to the King : He parallels the Thrice-renown'd Archee , And he shail write a Book as well as He : Nay more , Sir , he 's an excellent Poet too , He 'll all the City Ballad-men out-doe ; Their formal high-bound Muse waits to expect , When pensive Mony-wanters will contract With Clov'n-foot Satan , or some wanton Maid , In shape of Sweet-heart is by him betray'd . Each common trivial humour of the City , Fills him with Rapture , and creates a Ditty . The bawlers of Small-coals , Brooms , Pins & Spoons , Afford him matter to endite Lampoons . If Sir Knight take a Purge a Tunbridge Waters , He 'll shew in rhime how oft , how far he Squatters . In forty couples of Heroick Verse , Express the features , and the springs of 's A — . Had Hopkins burlesqu'd David with design , These Wits had styl'd his silly rhimes divine : But since he did it with an honest Heart , Tom Hopkins Muses are not worth a F — . Certainly if the Dev'l struck up and sung , After a pawse so many Ages long ; And play'd the Poet after once again , Though in that old abominable strain , He once deliver'd his dark Oracle ; ' Twoud pass for Wit , because it came from Hell. But being of Patience totally bere●t , The Room and house in rage and haste I left . Now sum up all their Courage , Wit , and then Tell me if Reason will allow them Men ; Rather a large and handsome sort of Apes , Whom Nature hath deny'd our Sulphur , giv'n our Shapes . Such in hot Africk Travellers relate , Mankind in folly only imitate . But if a thing s' unlikely shou'd be true , That they both wear our Shape and Nature too ; I 'd live contented under any state , Rather than prove so vain , absurd , degenerate : An Owl , a Kite , a Serpent , or a Rat , If a more hated thing , let me be that . Let them laugh on , and site the thinking Fools In Rev'rend Bedlam's Colledges and Schools . When Men distracted do deride the Wise , 'T is their concern to pity and despise ; Let me to Chains and Nakedness condemn'd , My wretched life in frantick Bedlam spend ; There sigh , pick straws , or count my fingers o'er , Weep , laugh , swagger , huff , quarrel , sing and roar ; Or with Noll's heav'nly Porter preach and pray , Rather than live but half so mad as they . A Congratulatory POEM To His most Sacred Majesty IAMES the Second , &c. On His late Victories o'er the Rebels in the West . SInce Heav'n your Righteous Cause has own'd , And with success your pow'rful Army Crown'd ; Silence were now an injury as rude , As were the Rebel 's base ingratitude . While th' Glories of your Arms & Triumphs shine , Not to Congratulate , were to repine , Your Enemies themselves wou'd strangely raise By dis-ingenious and inglorious Ways ; By means no Vulgar Spirit wou'd endure , But such as either Courage want , or Power . But while your Clemency proclaims aloud , Compassion to the miserable Croud . Your Royal Breast with Love and Anger burns , And your Resentment into Pity turns . But they your Princely Pardon did refuse , And were resolv'd all Outrages to use . Stern Murtherers , that rise before the light To kill the Innocent , and rob at Night : Unclean Adulterers , whose longing Eyes Wait for the Twilight ; Enter in disguise , And say , Who sees us ? Thieves , who daily mark Those Houses which they plunder in the dark . Yet whilst your Loyal Subjects Blood they seek , With th' Gibbet or the Ax at last they meet . On the same . COu'd I but use my Pen , as you your Sword , I 'd write in Blood , and kill at ev'ry Word : The Rebels then my Muse's pow'r shou'd feel , And find my Verse as fatal as your Steel . But sure , Great Prince , none can presume to write With such success as you know how to Fight ; Who carry in your Looks th' Events of War , Design'd , like Caesar , for a Conquerour . The World of your Atchievements are afraid , And th' Rebels sly before you quite dismay'd . And now , Great Prince , may you Victorious be , Your Fame and Arms o'er-spreading Land and Sea. May you our haughty Neighbours over-come , And bring rich Spoils and peaceful Laurels home ; Whilst they their Ruine , or your Pardon meet , Sink by your Side , or fall before your Feet . A PANEGYRICK On His Present Majesty IAMES the SECOND : Occasionally Written since His late Victories obtained over the Scotch and Western Rebels . WHilst with a strong , yet with a gentle hand , You bridle Faction , & our Hearts command ; Protect us from our selves , and from the Foe ; Make us Unite , and make us Conquer too . Let partial Spirits still aloud complain , Think themselves injur'd , 'cause they cannot reign ; And own no liberty , but whilst they may , Without controul , upon their Fellows prey . Above the Waves , as Neptune shew'd his Face , To chide the Winds , and save the Trojan Race : So has your Majesty ( rais'd above the rest ) Storms of Ambition tossing us represt : Your drooping Country torn with Civil hate , Preserv'd by you remains a Glorious State. The Sea 's our own , and now all Nations greet With bending Sails , each Vessel of our Fleet. Your Power extends as far as Winds can blow , Or swelling Sails upon the Globe can go . Heav'n , that has plac'd this Island to give Law To ballance Europe , and her States to awe : In this Conjunction do's o'er Brittain smile , The greatest Monarch , and the greatest Isle . Whether the portion of this World were rent By the rude Ocean from the Continent : Or thus Created , it was sure design'd To be the sacred refuge of Mankind . Hither th' Oppressed shall henceforth resort , Iustice to crave , and Succour from your Court. And then , Great Prince , you not for ours alone , But for the VVorld's Defender shall be known . Fame , swifter than your Winged Navy , flyes Through ev'ry Land that near the Ocean lyes ; Sounding your Name , and telling dreadfull News To all that Piracy and Rapine use . With such a King the meanest Nation blest , Might hope to lift her head above the rest . What may be thought impossible to doe , For us embraced by the Sea and You ; Lords of the Worlds vast Ocean , happy We , Whole Forrests send to reign upon the Sea : And ev'ry Coast may trouble or relieve , But none can visit us without our leave . Angels and we have this Prerogative , That none can at our happy Seat arrive : Whilst We descend at pleasure to invade , The Bad with Vengeance , and the Good with Aid . Our Little World , the Image of the Great , Like that about the Boundless Ocean set : Of her own Growth , has all that Nature craves ; And all that 's rare , as Tribute from her Slav●s . As Egypt do's not on her Clouds rely , But to her Nile owes more than to the Sky . So what our Earth , and what our Heav'n denies , Our ever constant friend the Sea supplies . " The tast of hot Arabia Spice we know , " Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow . " Without the Worm in Persian Silk we shine , " And without Planting drink of ev'ry Vine . " To dig for Wealth , we weary not our limbs ; " Gold , though the heaviest Metal , hither swims : " Ours is the heaviest where the Indians mow ; " We plough the deep , and reap what others sow . Things of the noblest kind our own Sail breeds ; Stout are our Men , and war-like are our Steeds . Here the Third Edward , and the Black Prince too , France conquering , did flourish , & now you , Whose conqu'ring Arms whole Nations might subdue ; Whilst by your Valour , and your Courteous Mind , Nations , divided by the Seas , are joyn'd . Holland , to gain your Friendship , is content To be your safe-guard on the Continent : She from her Fellow Provinces will go , Rather than hazard to have You her Foe . In our late Fight , when Cannons did diffuse Preventing Posts , the terrour and the news ; Our Neighb'ring Princes trembled at the roar , But our Conjunction makes them tremble more . Your Army 's Loyal Swords made War to cease , And now you heal us with the Acts of Peace . Less pleasure take , brave Minds , in Battles won , Than in restoring such as are undone . Tygers have courage , and the Ragged Bear ; But Man alone can , whom he conquers , spare . To pardon willing , and to punish loth ; You strike with one hand , but you heal with both . As the vex't World , to find repose at last , It self into Augustus Arms did cast : So England now doth , with like toil oppress'd , Her weary Head into your Bosom rest . Then let the Muses with such Notes as these , Instruct us what belongs unto our Peace . Your Battles they hereafter shall indite , And draw the Image of our Mars in fight . Illustrious Acts high raptures do infuse , And ev'ry Conquerour creates a Muse. Here in low strains thy milder deeds we sing , And then , Great Prince , we 'll Bays and Olive bring , To Crown your Head , while you Triumphant ride O'er vanquish'd Nations , and the Sea bestride ; While all the Neighbouring Princes unto you , Like Ioseph's slaves , pay reverence and bow . A Congratulatory POEM ON HIS SACRED MAIESTY IAMES the SECOND's Succession to the Crown . NO sooner doth the Aged Phoenix dye , But kind indulging Nature gives supply . Sick of her Solitude , she first retires , And on her Spicy Death-bed then expires . Thus God's Vicegerent unconcern'd , declines The Crown , and all his Dignities resigns : Like dying Parents , who do first commend Their Issue to th' tuition of a Friend ; And then , as if their chiefest care was past , Pleas'd with the Settlement , they breathe their last : So he perceiving th' nigh approach of Death , That with a Period must close his Breath . His Soul he first to God doth recommend , Then parts from 's dearest Brother , and best Friend● Contentedly resigns his dying claim , To him Successor of his Crown and Fame : One whose wise Conduct knows how to dispence , Proper rewards to Guilt and Innocence : A Prince , within the Circle of whose Mind All the Heroick Vertues are confin'd ; That diff'rently dispers'd , have made Men great , A Prince so just , so oft preserv'd by Fate . On then , Great Potentate , and like the Sun , Set with the splendid Glory you 've begun . Disperse such hov'ring Clouds as wou'd benight , And interpose themselves 'twixt us and light . You boldly dare Iehovah's Trust attest , Without a base perswading interest . When pleasing ●lattery puts on her charms , To take with gentle Arts and so●t Alarms ; Fix't with a Gallant resolution , you Uncase the Hypocrite , who bids adieu To this confus'd and ill-digested State , Where Plots new Plots to Counter-plot create : Trusting to Reason's Conduct as your guide , You leave the threatning Gulphs on either side● And then erect such marks as may appear , To caution others from a Shipwrack there . And since your Reign the Rebels plainly see The mean effects of their black Treachery , The Puritans may now expect in vain , To Gull with Pious Frauds the Land again : You , like a Great Columbus , will find out The hidden World of deep intriegues and doubt● England no more of Iealousies shall know● But Halcyon Peace shall build , and Plenty flow . And the Proud Thames , swell'd high , no more complains , But smilingly looks on the peaceful Plains . No Angry Tempest then shall curl her Brow. Glad to behold revived Commerce grow ; Whilst We to IAMES the Second make Address● Striving who most shall Loyalty express . No Faction shall us from our selves divide , More than the Sea from all the World beside , But link'd together in one Chain of Love , And with one Spring Unanimous we 'll move ; That to our Foes regret it may be said , VVe are again one Body , and one Head : Which God preserve , and grant that long you may , In Righteousness and Peace the Scepter sway . ON THE PRESENTATION OF A BIRD to his MISTRISS . WAlking abroad to tast the welcom Spring , And hear the Birds their lays mos● sweetly sing ; Plac'd on a spreading Elm amongst the rest , ( Whose rare harmonious warbling pleas'd me best ) Was one I tempted to my lure , and caught , Which now ( fair Saint ) I send you to be taught : 'T is young , and apt to learn ; and sure no Voice VVas e'er so full of Art , so clear and choice As yours , t' instruct it , that in time 't may rise To be the sweet-tongu'd Bird of Paradise . ADVICE TO SILLY MAIDS● By an Unknown Authour . WIthin a Virgins Bosom of Fifteen , The God of Love doth place his Magazeen : Hoards up his treasure , all his pow'rfull Charms ; Her Breasts his Quiver , and his Bow her Arms. Beauty sits then triumphant on her brow , She doth command the World , all Mortals bow , And worship at the Altars of her Eyes ; She seems a Goddess , and Men Idolize . At these years Nature hath perform'd her part , And leaves the rest to be improv'd by Art ; Which with such skill is manag'd ●ive years more , Each day fresh Glories add to th' former store . The motion of the Body , rich attire , Obliging look , kind language ; all conspire To catch poor Man , and set his Heart on fire . During this harvest , they may pick and choose ; But have a care , fair Virgins , lest you lose Th' advantage which this happy season yields : Cold Winter-frosts will nip your blooming Fields , Wither your Roses , make your Lillies dye , And quench the scorching Flambeau of your Eye . For when the clock of Age has Thirty told , And never Man yet touch'd your Copy-hold , A sudden alteration then you 'll find , Both in your state of Body , and of Mind : You then shall pine , for what you now do slight ; Fret inwardly all day , and cry all night ; Devour the Sheets with folded Arms , complain , And wish you had him there , but wish in vain . Then in your Thoughts insipid pleasures steal , And on lean Fancy make a hungry meal . Your Bodies too will with your Minds decay ; As those grow crais'd , so these will wast away . All nauseous food your Appetites will please , And nourish indigested Crudities . When once your Mind 's disturb'd , Nature begins To furl her Trophies up in wrinkled Skins . Who can expect the Body e'er shou'd thrive , And lack its natural preservative ? VVanting due seasoning , all flesh will taint ; 'T is Man preserves Complexion more than Paint ; So high a Cordial he doth prepare , In Natures Limbeck , if apply'd with care , It will perform the very work of Fate ; Not only Life preserve , but Life create . Be wise in time , lest you too late repent , And by some prudent choice those ills prevent : Get a brisk Consort to supply your want , But let him be a Husband , no Gallant . There lies much virtue in a Levite's Spell ; But more in th' active part , performing well ; There 's the intrinsick worth , the charming bliss , That do's conveigh your Souls to Paradise ; 'T will make you dye with a delightfull pain , And with like ecstasie revive again . Part with that Virgin Toy , while in the prime , The Fruit will rot o' th' Tree , not took in time . But if you will continue proud and coy , And slight those Men who court you to enjoy ; Here you in wretched Ignorance shall dwell , And may deservedly lead Apes in Hell. Farther ADVICE TO Young Ladies . By another Hand . BE prudent , Ladies ; Marry while you may , Lest , when too late , you do repent and say , You wish you had , whilst Sun had shone , made Hay . If in th' principium of your youthfull days , Your Beauties 's like to Sol's bright shining Rays , Then are you Critical , and hard to please . When as you do begin to chuse your Mate , You chuse him first for Name and great Estate , And qualify'd , as I shall here relate . Good-natur'd , handsome , Eloquent and wise , Well learn'd , and Skill'd in Arts , of equal size , 'T is Lady's Niceties to be precise . But when to Twenty-one arriv'd you be , You do begin to chuse reservedly , Then the young Squire who keeps his Coach is he . But when as your Meridian is past , As posting Time doth swiftly passing hast , So will your Crystal Beauties fade as fast . Vesper succeeds Aurora in small space , And Time will soon draw wrinkles in that Face , Which was of late ador'd in ev'ry place . ADVICE TO A Town-Miss . By Mr. Worsdell . DEar Mrs. Anne , I 'm certain you 'll find true The late Advice , in writing sent to you ; And I assure you now with Pen in hand , In Verse or Prose I 'm still at your command . If by Poetick Art I could assay To Stigmatize the blackness of your way , I 'd fright you from that brutish , lustfull Sin , Which you so much delight to wallow in . Soar with your thoughts , and penetrate the Sky , And view the Wing'd Celestial Hierarchy . Think to what Heav'nly joys you 'r free-born Heir , If you 'll but follow vertuous Actions here , And that your Ransom cost your Saviour dear . Strive still for Vertue 's Paths with strong desire , For flames of Lust will end in flames of Fire . If once to Drunkenness inclin'd you be , You 've sprung a Leak to all debaucherie ; And drinking Healths , the Body heats with Liquor , Which makes it prostitute to Lust the quicker . Shun then those paths , don't foster in your Breast Such wicked Sins , they 'll but disturb your Rest. Torture your Mind till Atropos divide The fatal twist , and send you to reside In horrors darksome shades , without a guide ; Where you will find for your lascivious tricks , Charon must wa●t you o'er the River Styx : Too sure you 'll find he 'll not his way mistake , But row you safe unto Averna's Lake ; And where you 'll surely be compell'd to land , Pluto himself will let you understand . The Preference of a Single Life before Marriage . Written at the Request of a Lady . By the same . SHE that intends ever in rest to be , Both for the present and the future , free From cares and troubles , intermix't with strife , Must flee the hazard of a Nuptial Life : For having once had touch of Cupid's Dart , Once overcome by th' crafty Courtier 's Art ; And brought at last unto the Bed● Adieu to Ioy and Freedom , for they 're ●led . She 's then involv'd in troubles without end , Which always do's a Married Life attend : When as before she might have liv'd at ease , In Prayers , and Hymns and Psalms have pass'd her days ; Been chief Commandress of her Will and Mind , And acted any thing her Will design'd ; She might go travel where and when she please , To pass away the tedious time with ease : But when once subject to the Iugal Band , Her Wills confin'd , she 's under a Command ; And to reside at home must be her lot , Till Atropos unloose the Nuptial Knot . UPON CLARINDA'S Putting on Her Vizard Mask . SO have I seen the Sun in his full pride , O'er cast with sullen Clouds , and then deny'd To shew its lustre in some gloomy night , When brightest Stars extinguish'd were of light : So Angels Pictures have I seen vail'd o'er , That more devoutly Men shou'd them adore ; So with a Mask saw I Clarinda hide Her Face , more bright than was the Lemnian Bride . So I an off'ring to her ruby Lips Wou'd make , but cannot pay 't for the Eclipse , That keeps off my be-nighted Eye ; I mean The Curtain that divides it from the Scene . Say , my Clarinda , for what Discontent , Keep thy all Rosie Cheeks so strict a Lent ? Or is thy Face , which thou do'st thus disguise , In Mourning for the Murthers of thine Eyes ? If so , and thou d'st resolve not to be seen , A Frown to me had more than Mid-night been . THE MIDDLE SISTER , Ascribed to CLARINDA . DAme Nature seems to make your Sisters stand , As Handmaids that attend on either hand ; To right or left I turn not , Poets say , The middle is the best and safest way . Fortune and Nature are your Friends ( my Fair ) For they have plac'd you here in Vertue 's Chair : Doubtless in you the Middle Grace I see , On this side Faith , on that sweet Charity . Your Sisters stand like Banks on either side , Whilst you the Crystal stream betwixt them glide ; Or , if you will , they walk on either side Like Bride-Maids , you in middle like a Bride . What shall I farther add ? The Trav'ller sees A pleasant Walk between two rows of Trees : The smooth and silent Flood in th' middle flows , But the Shoars murmur from the Banks rough Brows . AN ELOGY ON Mrs. M. H. By a Student of the Inner-Temple . SOme do compare their Mistress in dull Rhimes , To Pearl and Diamonds brought from Indian Mines ; Their Lips to Corral , & their Neck to Snow , Robbing both Indies to adorn them so . But these , alas , are Metaphors too bare To make perfection half it self appear ; And to prophane you so , wou'd be a Sin , Worse to be pardon'd , than commenced in : A Crime , that brings my Muse into suspence , 'T were blasphemy to setch a Simile hence . In You each Member shows the whole to be , Not bare perfection , but a Prodigie . Nature turn'd spend-thrift , now designs no mo●e T' amuse poor Mortals with such monst'rous s●ore , Since you have made her Bankrupt quite , and poor . Your Eyes ( like Heav'ns Illustrious Lamps ) dispen●e By Beams more bright a secret in●luence On all Admirers ; and , like Heav'n , do give A Pow'r whereby poor Mortals be and live : Nor is this all , the Charms that constellate In your fair Eyes , they do not terminate . An equal share of those Celestial Rays , Crowns ev'ry Member with an equal praise ; They 're not confin'd to Lip , or Chin , or Hand , But universal are , as Sea and Land. Who views your Body with a curious Eye , May through that milky hew a Soul descry : A Soul ! that breaths nought but Seraphick Love , The sweet Monopoly of that above : Modest as Virgins are , yet not unkind ; Fair , but not proud ; your Goodness unconfin'd To Time or Person , and your Iudgment great , But not possessed with a self-conceit : Perfection so divine , so pure and bright , Nor Pen nor Tongue can e'er express it right . The loftiest Epithite my Muse e'er knew , Admits a Greater , when apply'd to You ; Who can resist such Charms , at whose Access Sol sneaks away to the Antipodes : Or in the Umbrage of some Cloud do's hide His Face , as if he fear'd to be out-vy'd . A Fabrick so Polite , and so compleat , Heav'n may behold with Envy and regret ; To see in one poor Mortal thus Ingrost , All the perfections that she e'er cou'd boast . And were you but immortal too ( like it ) Angels wou'd pay that duty we omit ; As if you were a Deity confin'd To humane Flesh , not wretched , but refin'd . A Love-Poem . By an Oxford Gentleman . TO what kind GOD am I in debt for this Obliging Minute that bestows such bliss , As now to represent unto my sight , That which to Me alone can cause delight ! How long in mournful Silence has my Sighs Bemoan'd thy Absence ? witness , O ye Skies . But now I have obtain'd my wish'd success , And have in view my chiefest happiness ; I must with hast my prison'd thoughts reveal , Which has been long a torment to conceal . Phyllis , ah lovely Phyllis , thou art she Who showest Heav'n in Epitome . Angels with pleasure view thy Matchless Grace , And both admire and love thy beauteous Face . Cou'd Heav'n some greater Master-piece devise , Set out with all the Glories of the Skies ; That Beauty yet in vain he shou'd decree , Nothing like you can be belov'd by Me. VVhat Ornament and Symmetry I view , VVhere each part seems as Beautiful as New. I long t' enjoy those Hands , those Lips , those Eyes● VVhich I , who love you most , know how to prize . But when my Arms imbrace thy Virgin-Love , Angels shall sing our Bridal Hymn above . Nature then pleas'd , shall give her glad consent , And gild with brighter Beams the Firmament . Roses unbud , and ev'ry fragrant Flower Shall strip their Stalks to strow the Nuptial Bowe● : The firr'd and feather'd kind the triumph shall pursue , And Fishes leap above the Water to see you ; And wheresoe'er thy happy foot-steps●read ●read , Nature in triumph after thee is led . My Eyes shall then look languishing on thine , And wreathing Arms our soft Embraces joyn ; And in a pleasing trembling seiz'd all o'er , Shall feel delights unknown to us before . VVhat follows will our pleasures most inhance , VVhen we shall swim in Ecstasie and Trance , ●nd speechless Ioys ; in which sweet transport toss'd , VVe both shall in a pleasant Death be lost . I know not where to end this happy Theam ; But is it real ? or some airy Dream ? A sudden fear do's all my thoughts surprize , I dare not trust the witn●ss of my Eyes . How fixt I stand , and indispos'd to move These pleasant Charms , unwilling to disprove : Like him , who Heav'n in a soft Dream enjoys , To stir and wake , his Paradise destroys . ANOTHER Love-Poem . By the same Authour . PRide of the World in Beauty , Pow'r , and Love ; Best of thy Sex ! Equal to Gods above : Unparalell'd Vertue ; they that search about The World , to find thy Vertues equal out , Must take a Iourney longer than the Sun ; And Pilgrims dye e'er half their race is run . Your charming Beauty can't but please the sight , With all that is in Nature exquisite . About those Lips Ambrosial odours flow , Nectar , and all the Sweets of Hybla grow . Those sparkling Eyes resistless Magick bear ; I see young wanton Cupids dancing there . What melting Charms there waves about thy Breast ! On whose transporting Billows Iove might rest● And with immortal Sweets be ever blest . Shall I but name the other charming Bliss , That wou'd conveigh our Souls to Paradise ? Gods ! how she charms ! none sure was e'er like thee , Whose very sight do's cause an Ecstasie : Thou art so soft , so sweet , and silent all , As Births of Roses , or as Blossoms fall . Hide then those Eyes ; take this soft Magick hence , My Happiness so much transports my Sence ; That such another look , will make me grow Too firmly fix't , ever to let you go . Soul , summon all thy force thy joy to bear , Whilst on this Hand eternal Love I swear . Sweetest of Creatures ! if there Angels be ! What Angel is not wishing to be Thee ? Can any happiness compare with mine ? 'T is wretched sure to be a Pow'r Divine ; And not the Ioys of happy Lovers know : Wou'dst thou , my Dearest , be an Angel now ? O how the Moments sweetly glide away ! Nothing of Night appears , but all is Day . Inflam'd with Love , these Minutes I 'll improve , And sum an Ages Bliss in one Hours Love. But shou'd I long such vehement raptures feel , I fear the transports of delight wou'd kill . THE Lover's Will. LET me not sigh my last , before I breathe ( Great Love ) some Legacies ; I here bequeathe Mine Eyes to Argus , if mine Eyes can see ; If they be blind , then Love I give them thee ; My Tongue to Fame , t' Embassadors mine Ears , And unto Women , or the Sea , my Tears . My Constancy I to the Planets give , My Truth to them who at the Court do live ; My Silence t' any who abroad have been , My Money to a Capuchin ; My Modesty I give to Souldiers bare , And all my Patience let the Gamesters share . I give my Reputation unto those Which were my Friends ; my Industry to Fo●s ; To School-men I bequeath my Doubtfulness , My Sickness to Physicians or Excess ; To Nature all that I in Rhime have writ , And to my Company I leave my Wit. To him for whom the Passing-bell next tolls , I g●ve my Physick-Books ; my Written Rolls Of Moral Counsels I to Bedlam give , My Brazen Medals unto them which live In want of Bread ; To them which pass among All Foreigners , I leave my English Tongue . Thou Love taught'st me , by making me adore That charming Maid , whose Twenty Servants more , To give to those who had too much before ; Or else by loving where no Love receiv'd cou'd be , To give to such as have an incapacitie . A LOVE-LETTER . By W. S. M. D. Sweet Lady , YOur conqu'ring Eyes have by their Magick Art , Convey'd such Flames into my Captiv'd Heart , I cannot rest ; Ah therefore , do not prove Cruel to him whom your Eyes taught to Love ; Nor blame this rude attempt , since what I do , My ardent Passion do's compell me to ; I wou'd be silent , fearing to offend , But then my Torments ne'er wou'd have an end . Yet though in this I may appear too bold , My Love is pure , and therefore may be told : Besides , you are so fair , your Vertues such , That shou'd I strive , I cannot say too much . So well accomplish'd you 're in th' Art of Love , You 've Charms enough t' inflame another Iove . Let not your coyness therefore blind the light Of your fair Eyes , which now do shine so bright ; For she that gives occasion to despair , By all that 's good is neither kind nor fair ; Though outward Beauty soon may charm the Mind , And make the most obdurate Heart prove kind : Yet nothing charms an Am'rous Heart so strong , As the sweet Notes of a fair Female Tongue , That charms the Soul , and all the Senses move , And adds new Sweets to the delights of Love. Love is the noblest Passion of the Mind , And she that unto it can prove unkind , Is either simple , destitute of Wit , Or else her Pride will not acknowledge it . But that 's too black to dwell in your fair Breast , Nothing but things divine can there have rest . If therefore wilfull Pride don't taint your Mind , But as your Face is fair , your Heart is kind . My Pen shall then maintain your worth and praise , And from all others I 'll possess the Bays : But if by frowns against me you take Arms , Your Beauty has no Snares , your Eyes no Charms . And though a Stranger yet to you I am , If you prove kind , I 'll not conceal my Name ; Till then I rest to see these lines success , On which depends my future happiness . A Speech to his Mistress in a Garden . THE Glory which we see invest these Flow'rs Is lent , & they must live but some few hours ; So Time , what we forbear to use● devours . From fading Leaves , you see how Time resumes Their fragrant scent , and sweet perfumes . Look but within the most retired places , Where utmost Skill is us'd to keep good Faces . Yet in some distant time they will be seen The spoil of Age : witness th' Egyptian Queen ; Or the fair charming Hellen , who by Time Had nothing left — But what at last express'd were by her Shrine . Or thus ; Shou'd some Malignant Planet bring Upon the Autumn , or the blooming Spring A barren drought , or rain a ceaseless show'r , Yet 't wou'd not Winters coming stop one hour . But cou'd you be preserv'd by Loves neglect From coming Years decay , then more respect Were justly due to so divine a Fashion , Nor wou'd I give indulgence to my passion . AN ADDRESS TO A Gentlewoman Walking in a Garden . By an Oxford Gentleman . MAdam , I hope , though I a Stranger am , Your candid Goodness will not let you blame This bold intrusion , that do's now bereave You of these privacies without your leave ; And as you 're fair , I hope you 're no less kind , Craving your pardon then , I 'll speak my mind : But oh ! I fear my troubled Heart bodes ill , One word from you my life do's save or kill ; First for your pity then I must beseech , Lodg'd at your feet , you would behold this wretch . O that the Gods above wou'd bring to pass , You might my suit , without my speaking guess ; But that won't be , relating then , fair Saint , My firm-fix't Love in murmuring complaint . Not long since , walking through the shady Grove , To see those tender budding Plants improve ; And coming downwards from the Rivers head , To hear the noise the purling Waters made , And see her various and delightfull pride , Streaming in Circles as the Waters glide . Then 't was I heard a shrill melodions sound , Pleasanter far than what I there had found . One while I thought it was some Angel's tune , Whose pleasing Echo still wou'd re-assume Its first high quav'ring strein , and then fall low'r ; In short , too charming for the strongest pow'r . My curiosity then brought me to A lonesome Grotto , where as prying through Its verdant spreading branches , I did see That beauteous Form which thus has wounded me● And ever since my Passion is the same , Resist not then so true and pure a Flame ; But with kind pity send me some relief , Since my Heart 's stole by you , the pretty Thief , From whose bright Eyes such conqu'ring Charms do dart , As might enslave and captivate each Heart : The greatest Praise is to your Beauty due , All must their Homage pay when seen by you . The Fruit-tree nodding with each blast that blows , Through the great pressure of her loaden Boughs , Seems to design none but your hand to crop Her pendent Clusters , from her Branches top . The purple Vi'let , and the blushing Rose , With sweet Carnations , wait till you dispose Their fragrant scent to your sagacious Nose . If you 're displeas'd the fairest downwards drop Its fading pensive head , and wither'd top : But if you 're angry , possibly the Sun Might stop his course , and not his journey run ; At which th' amazed and affrighted World Might to its first rude Chaos soon be hurl'd . And since my Fate 's wrapt up in what you doom , Do not my Passion with your scorn o'er-come ; But with the Sweets of Love , and then we 'll be Lock't in Embraces to Eternity . UPON A Gentlewomans Refusal of a LETTER from one she was ingaged to . By Sir C. S. NOT hear my Message , but the Bearer shun ! What hellish Fiend inrag'd cou'd more have done ? Surely the Gods design to make my Fate Of all most wretched , and unfortunate . 'T was but a Letter , and the Words were few , Fill'd with kind wishes , but my Fate 's too true . I 'm lost for ever , banish'd from her sight , Although by Oaths and Vows she 's mine by right . Ye Gods ! look down , and hear my Sorrows moan , Like the faint Echoes of a dying groan . But how is 't possible so fair a Face Shou'd have a Soul so treacherous and base , To promise constancy , and then to prove False and unkind to him she vow'd to love ? Oh , Barb'rous Sex ! whose Nature is to rook ●nd cheat Mankind with a betraying look . Hence I 'll keep guard within from all your Charms , And ever more resist all fresh Alarms ; ●'ll trace your windings through the darkest Cell , And find your Stratagems , though lodg'd in Hell. Your gilded Paintings , and each treacherous Wile , By which so eas'ly you Mankind beguile ; Winds are more constant than a Womans Mind , Who holds to none but to the present kind : For when by absence th' Object is remov'd , The time is gone and spent wherein she lov'd . And is it not the very same with me , To slight my Love , when I must absent be ? Perhaps sh' has seen a more atracting Face , And a new Paramour has taken place . And shall my injur'd Soul stand Mute , and live , Whilst that another reaps what she can give ? Glutted with pleasures , and again renew Their past delights , although my claim and due● Oh , no , my Soul 's inrag'd , revenge calls on , I 'll tear her piece-meal e'er my fury 's gone ; Stretch out my Arm all o'er th' inconstant stain , And then cleave down her treach'rous limbs in twai●● The greatest plagues Invention e'er cou'd ●ind , Is not sufficient for th' inconstant Mind . I think I have o'er-come my Passion quite , And cou'd not love , although 't were in despight . As for the Man who must enjoy my room , He 'll soon be partner in my wretched doom ; He by her Faith , alas , no more will find , Than when she swore to me to prove most kind . Therefore I 'll leave her , and esteem her less ; And in my self both joy and acquiesce . But oh , my Heart , there 's something moves there still , Sure 't is the vigour of unbounded Will. Too much , I fear , my Fetters are not gone , Or I at least again must put them on . Methinks I feel my Heart is not got free , Nor all my Passions set at liberty , From the bright glances of her am'rous Eye . Down Rebel-love , and hide thy boyish Head , I 'm too much Man to hear thy follies plead : Go seek some other Breast of lower note ; Go make some Old decrepit Cuckold dote : ●egone , I say , or strait thy Quiver , Bow , And thou thy self fall to destruction too . But oh , I 'm gone , my Foes have all got ground , My Brains grow giddy , and my Head turns round . My Heart 's intangled with the Nets of Love ; My Passions rave , and now ye Gods above Help on my doom , and heave me to your Skies ; Look , look , Mervinda's just before my Eyes : Help me to catch her e'er her Shadow fly , And I fall downward from this rowling Sky . In Praise of a Deformed , but Virtuous , LADY ; OR , A SATYR on BEAUTY . FIne Shape , good Features , and a handsom Face , Such do the glory of the Mind deface ; But Vertue is the best and only grace . Venus Man's Mind inflames with lustfull fires , Consumes his Reason , burns his best desires . Wer 't thou , my Soul , but from my Body free ; Had Flesh and Blood no influence on thee ; Then woud'st thou love a Woman , & woud'st chu●●● The Soul-fair-she to be thy blessed Spouse . Beauty's corrupt , and like a Flower stands , To be collected by impurest hands ; 'T is hard , nay 't is scarce possible to find Vertue and Venus both together joyn●d ; For the fair She , who knows the force and strength Of Beauty's charms , grows proud , and then at length Lust and Ambition will possess her Breast , Which always will disturb Man's peacefull rest . Beware my Soul , lest she ensnare thy sence ; Against her Wiles , let Vertue be thy fence . Some please their fancies with a Picture well , And for meer toys , do real pleasures sell : No bliss , fond Cupid thinks like what is in The smoothing of his Ladies tender Skin . Her snowy Breasts , kind Looks , and sparkling Eye , Strait Limbs , with blushing Cheeks and Forehead high , In these his best and chiefest pleasures lye : What other parts she can for pleasure show , You can produce as well as she , I know . When Age with furrows shall have plow'd her Face , And all her Body o'er thick wrinkles place ; Her Breasts turn black , her sparkling Eyes sink in , Fearfull to see the bristles on her Chin , Her painted Face grown swarthy , wan , and thin ; Her Hands all shrivel'd o'er , her Nails of length Enough to dig her Grave , had she but strength . Such is the Mistress , that blind Poets praise ; Such foolish Theams , their grov'ling fancies raise . My Mistress is more lovely , and more fair ; Graces divine in her , more brighter are : She is the source of Bliss , whilst Vertue reigns In her , all things impure her Soul disdains . Those fools ne'er knew pure Love's most sacred Arts , That e'er were conquer'd by blind Cupid's Darts , Or stand as slaves to their own carnal hearts . Madam , 'T IS the preheminence that'● seen in you , Which do's with sacred Love my heart subdue ; For all must own who 've read in Nature's Books , Modesty and Good-nature's in your Looks : Your Conversation's mild , these sacred Charms , Protection are 'gainst Lusts impurer harms . These and your other Vertues do excell , And matchless seem to want a parallel . In your most sacred Presence none can think Of Lust , or once its horrid Venom drink ; You are an object that will soon dispell Lusts most delightfull poisons sent from Hell ; Your Self's the substance of the Saints above , You move my Soul with chast and holy Love ; For you alone large Off'rings I design , And with continual prayers I wish you mine . Oh that Omnipotence wou'd Bounty shew , And make me happy in contracting you . A LOVE-LETTER● By W. S. Gent. Madam , ' TWou'd prove a needless thing , shou'd I Strive to set forth what 's obvious to each Eye ; To speak your Worth and Beauty , wou'd but be To show the Sun at noon , which all Men see . Beauty it self , Youth smiles , and ev'ry grace , Do all pay tribute to your Heav'nly Face . One smile from you might make the Dead to live , Yielding more Wealth than lavish Worlds can give● Your sparkling Eyes out-dart the pale-fac'd Moon ; You are far brighter than the Eye of Noon . Phoebus his Golden Fleece looks not so fair , As the fine silver threads of your soft Hair. Aurora mantled in her spreading Beams , To rouse up Mortals from their slumb'ring Dreams ; When summoning the Morning , can't compleat That modest blush which in your Cheeks take● seat● Whiter than untrod Snow on Mountains seen , And which I must confess beyond esteem , Are those white Iv'ry Teeth , whose even row , The harmony of Love in Union show . In various wantonness , each branching Vein Do's your white Breasts with blue Meanders stain ; From which clear Fountains flow with greatest measure , The most delightfull Magazine of treasure . The Muses and the Syrens cease their Song , At the soft Musick of your charming Tongue : Angel or Saint , I know not which by feature , Sure both are joyn'd to make so sweet a Creature , The lovely chance-work , Master-piece of Nature . As if the Gods mistaking Mould , that time Had cast your Species more than half divine ; Who can his Passion from such Beauty tame , You 've Charms enough to set the World on flame : Mix't with more tempting and atractive graces , Than can extracted be from humane Faces ! Oh let me at those balmy Lips take ●ire , And with pursuit of Kisses ev'n tire ; Which do display such a Vermilion red , And when with pleasure fill'd , then hold thy head Fast to my kindled and inflamed Heart , Pierc'd by your Eyes bright glancing beams , which dart Through my Souls secret and most inward part ; Which done , let mine in your fair Bosom lye , Till in excess of joy and ecstasie , I there shall languish out my Soul and dye ; And afterwards with like transport of Mind● Revive again , and all my Senses find . In Praise of LETTERS . LEtters are wing'd Postillions , and do move From East to West on Embassies of Love. The bashfull Lover , when his stamm'ring Lips Falter with fear from unadvised slips , May boldly Court his Mistress with the Quill , And his hot Passions to her Breast instill . The Pen can furrow a fond Females He●rt , And pierce it more than Cupid's feigned Dart. Letters a kind of Magick Vertue have , And like strong Philtres humane Souls inslave ; They can the Poles , and Emperour inform , What Towns in Hungary are won by storm From the great Turk : Mounsieur of them may know How Foreign States on French Intriegues do blow . The lucky Goose sav'd Iove's beleagu'rd Hill , Once by her Noise , but oftner by her Quill . It twice prevented Rome was not o'er-run , By the tough Vandal , and the rough-hewn Hun. Letters can Plots , though moulded under-ground , Disclose , and their fell complices confound . Witness that fiery Pile , which wou'd have blown Up to the Clouds , Prince , People , Peers , and Town , Tribunals , Church , and Chappel , and had dry'd The Thames , though swelling in her highest pride ; And parboyl'd the poor Fish , which from her Sands Had been toss'd up to the adjoyning Lands . Lawyers as Vultures , had soar'd up and down , Prelates like Mag●yes in the Air had flown , Had not the Eagle's Letter brought to light That Subterranean horrid work of Night . Letters may more than History inclose , The choicest learning both in Verse and Prose : Witness Mich. Drayton , whose sweet-charming Pen Produc'd those Letters so admir'd by Men. Words vanish soon , and vapour into Air , While Letters on record stand fresh and fair ; And like to Gordian Knots do Nature tye , Else all Commerce and Love 'twixt Men wou'd dye . The IDEA . By Charles Cotton , Esq . ART thou then absent , O thou dear And only Subject of my Flame ? Are these fair Objects that appear But shadows of that noble frame , For which I do all other form disclaim ? Am I deluded ? do I only rave ? Was it a Phantasme only that I saw ? Have Dreams such power to deceive ? Oh , lovely Shade , thou did'st too soon withdraw , Like fleecy Snow , that as it falls , doth thaw . Glorious Illusion ! Lovely shade ! Once more deceive me with thy light ; 'T is pleasure so to be betray'd , And I for ever shall delight , To be pursu'd by such a charming Sprite . LOVE's SYMPATHY . I. SOul of my Soul ! it cannot be That you shou'd weep , and I from tears be free . All the vast room between both Poles , Can never dull the sence of Souls , Knit in so fast a knot : Oh can you grieve , and think that I Can feel no smart , because not nigh , Or that I know it not . II. Th' are heretick thoughts , Two Lutes when strung , And on a Table tun'd alike for Song ; Strike one , and that which none did touch , Shall sympathizing sound as much , As that which touch'd you see : Think then this World ( which Heav'n inrolls ) Is but a Table round , and Souls More apprehensive be . III. Know they that in their grossest parts , Mix by their hallow'd Loves intwined Hearts ; This priviledge boast , that no remove Can e'er infringe their sense of Love : Iudge hence then our Estate , Since when we lov'd , there was not put Two Earthen hearts in one breast , but Two Souls Co-animate . A PINDARIQUE ODE ON Mr. COWLEY . TO tune thy praise , what Muse shall I invoke , what Quire ? None but thy Davideis , or thy David's Lyre : True Poet , and true Man , Say more than this who can ; No , not an Angel's mighty Eloquence . These two , These only doe , Of all perfections make a Quintessence . Then , my dear Cowley , dye , For why shou'd foolish I , Or foolish Sympathy , Wish thee to live ? since 't is no more to live , no more to dye , Than to be here on Earth , and to be there about the Sky , Both to you shared equally . An ODE . By Mr. R. D. of Cambridge . O Ye blest Pow'rs , propitious be Unto my growing Love ! None can create my Misery , If Cloe but constant prove . Tell her if that she pity me , From her you 'll ne'er remove . Each Brize of Air , my groans shall bear , Unto her gentle Breast ; Silently whisp'ring in her Ear , I never can be blest ; If she refuse to be my Dear , I never can have rest . Ye Groves , that hear each day my grief , Bear witness of my pain ; Tell her I dye , if no relief I from her Pow'r can gain ; Tell her , ah , tell that pretty Thief , I dye through her disdain . Likely she may with piteous Eyes , When dead , my Hearse survey ; And when my Soul 'mongst Deities Doth melt in Sweets away , Then may she curse those Victories That did my Heart betray . AN ODE of ANACREON Paraphras'd . Beauties Force . I. I Wonder why Dame Nature thus Her various gifts dispences , She ev'ry Creature else but us With Arms or Armour fences . The Bull with bended horns she arms , With hoofs she guards the Horse ; The Hare can nimbly run from harms , All know the Lyon's force . II. The Bird can danger fly on 's Wing , She Fish with Fins adorns ; The Cuckold too , that harmless thing , His patience guards , and 's horns : And Men she Valiant makes , and wise , To shun or baffle harms ; But to poor Women she denies Armour to give , or Arms. III. Instead of all , she this do's do ; Our Beauty she bestows , Which serves for Arms , and Armour too , 'Gainst all our pow'rfull Foes : And 't is no matter , so she doth Still beauteous Faces yield ; We 'll conquer Sword and Fire , for both To Beauty leave the Field . A PINDARIQUE ODE . By Mr. Iohn Whitehall . I. MAdam , at first I thought , My Passions might to my Commands be brought , When , Love me not , you cry'd , And said in vain I did pursue The hopes of ever winning you ; So I to slight it try'd , But 't wou'd not doe ; For in the conflict I was almost crucify'd . II. At first did rise Beauty , which fought me with your pow'rfull Eyes ; And when I had in vain Driv'n th' Usurper from my heart , She drew her Bow , and shot a Dart , Which vanquish'd me again : What strength of Man , what Art Cou'd with this Amazon a Combat long maintain . III. Next after her , Vertue well arm'd for Battle did appear , Attending on her side , Charity , Mercy , Eloquence , Wit and a Virgin Innocence , In war-like state did ride ; And I find since I cou'd not with all these contend , but must have dy'd . IV. But if still you Do cry , forbear this Conquest to pursue ; You must debauch your Mind , Turn all your Vertues into Vice , And make an Hell of Paradise , Be false , deform'd , unkind : By this device , And by no other , I from Love may be declin'd . V. But why ? but why Name I this great impossibility ? I scarce cou'd so remove The great affection which I bear , Were you as bad , as good you are , So difficult 't will prove To you , I swear ; Eternal is your Goodness , and Eternal is my Love. From Ovid's Amorum , lib. 2. El. 4. and Lucretius , lib. 4. That he loves Women of all sorts and sizes . PRess'd with my thoughts , I to consession fall , With anxious fears , till I lay open all ; I sin and I repent , clear of the score , Then afterward relapse in Sin the more . My self I guide , like some swist Pinnace toss'd In Storms ; the Rudder gone , and Compass lost ; No certain shape or features stint my mind , I still ●or Love a thousand Reasons find ; Melodiously one sings , then straight I long To quaver on her Lips , ev'n in her Song . If she be vers'd in Arts , and deeply read , I 'm taken with her learned Maiden-head : Or if untaught , and ignorant she be , She takes me then with her simplicitie . I like whom rigid Education fools , Who wou'd not try to put her past her rules ; Though look demure , her Inclinations-swerve , And , once let loose , she jigs without reserve . Sanguine her looks , her colour high and good , For all the rest I trust her flesh and blood . Here living Snow my passion strangely warms , And streight I wish her melting in my Arms ; White , Red , or Guinny black , or Gypsey brown , My dearly-well-beloved ev'ry one . If she is tall , my courage mounts as high , To stamp some new heroick Progeny : If little , oh how quick the Spirit moves ! If large , who wou'd not rowl in what he loves ? The lean provokes me with her naughty rubs ; But if she 's plump , 't is then my pretty Fubs ; And doubtless one might truck convenient sport , With either fat , or lean , or long , or short , With yellow Curls Aurora pleas'd her Fop , And Leda ( Iove well saw ) was black-a-top . The black or yellow are alike to me , My Love will suit with ev'ry History . If Caelia sing , she , like a Syrene , draws ; If she sing not , we kiss without a pause : I love to rifle amongst Gems and Dress ; Yet lumber they to God-like nakedness . Buzzards and Owls on special quarry fall , Mine is a gen'rous Love , and flies at all . I like the Rich , 'cause she is pamper'd high , And merry Beggar love for Charity ; Widow or Wife , I 'm for a Pad that 's made ; If Virgin troth , who wou'd not love a Maid ? If she be young , I take her in the nick ; If she has Age , she helps it with a trick . If nothing charms me in her Wit or Face , She has her Fiddle in some other place . Come ev'ry sort and size , the great or small , My Love will find a Tally for 'em all . The foregoing Elegy having been Publish'd imperfect , is here Printed from the best Copy . THE PARALLEL . AS when proud Lucifer aim'd at the Throne , To have Usurp't it , and made Heav'n his own● ( Blasphemous , damn'd design ) but soon he fell , Guarded with dreadfull lightning down to Hell ; Or as when Nimrod lofty Babel built , ( A Structure as Eternal as his guilt ; ) Let us , said he , raise the proud Tow'r so high , As may amaze the Gods , and kiss their Sky ; He spoke — but the success was diff'rent found ; Heav'ns angry Thunder crush't him to the ground ; So Lucifer , and so proud Babel fell , And 't is a cursed fall from Heav'n to Hell. So falls our Courtier now to Pride a prey , And falls too with as much reproach as They● And justly — That with his nauseous Courtship durst defile The sweetest , choicest Beauty of our Isle : That he was proud , we knew ; but now we see , Like Ianus , looking on Eternity , Both what he was , and what he meant to be . Stern was his Look , and sturdy was his Gate ; He walk't , and talk't , and wou'd have kiss'd in state . Disdain and Scorn sate perching on his Brow ; But , Presto ! where is all that Grandeur now ? Why vanish't , fled , dissolv'd to empty Air , Fine Ornaments indeed to cheat the Fair : And which is yet the strangest thing of all , He has not got one Friend to mourn his fall : But 't is but just that he who has maintain'd Such ill designs , shou'd be by all disdain'd . Had not the lazy Drone been quite as blind , Equally dim both in his Eyes and Mind , He might have plainly seen — For the Example 's visible to all , How strangely low ingratefull Pride may fall . Presumptuous Wretch ! but that 's too kind a Name For one so careless of a Virgins Fame : For as the Serpent did by fraud deceive Th' unwary Soul of the first Virgin Eve ; So he as impudently strove t' inspire The lovely Maid with his delusive fire : But Heav'n be prais'd , now with the same success ; For though his pride 's as great , his cunning's less . SONG . I. MUsing on Cares of humane Fate , In a sad Cypress Grove ; A strange dispute I heard of late , 'Twixt Vertue , Fame , and Love. A Pensive Shepherd ask'd advice , And their Opinions crav'd , How he might hope to be so wise , To get a place beyond the Skies , And how he might be sav'd . II. Nice Vertue preach'd Religions Laws , Paths to Eternal Rest ; To fight his Kings and Countries Cause , Fame Counsell'd him was best . But Love oppos'd their noisy Tongues , And thus their Votes out-brav'd ; Get , get a Mistress , fair and young , Love fiercely , constantly and long , And then thou shalt be sav'd . III. Swift as a thought the Am'rous Swain To Sylvia's Cottage flies , In soft Expressions told her plain The way to Heav'nly Ioys . She who with Piety was stor'd , Delays no longer crav'd ; Charm'd by the God whom they ador'd . She smil'd and took him at his Word ; And thus they both were sav'd . SONG . The YOUNG LOVER . By Mr. Wright . I. TUsh , never tell me I 'm too Young For loving , or too green ; She stays at least sev'n years too long , That 's wedded at fourteen . Lambs bring forth Lambs , and Doves bring Doves , As soon as they 're begotten : Then why shou'd Ladies linger Loves , As if not ripe till rotten . II. Gray hairs are fitter for the Grave , Than for the Bridal Bed ; What pleasure can a Lover have , In a wither'd Maiden-head ? Nature's exalted in our time , And what our Grandams then At four and twenty scarce cou'd climb , We can arrive at Ten. SONG . The Prodigal's Resolution . I. I Am a lusty lively Lad , Arriv'd at One-and-Twenty ; My Father left me all he had , Both Gold and Silver plenty . Now He 's in Grave , I will be brave , The Ladies shall adore me ; I 'll Court and Kiss , what hurt 's in this ? My Dad did so before me . II. My Father , to get my Estate , Though selfish , yet was slavish ; I 'll spend it at another rate , And be as leudly lavish . From Mad-men , Fools , and Knaves he did , Litigiously receive it ; If so he did , Iustice forbid , But I to such shou'd leave it . III. Then I 'll to Court , where Venus sport , Doth Revel it in plenty ; And deal with all , both great and small , From twelve to five and twenty . In Play-houses I 'll spend my Days , For there are store of Misses ; Ladies , make room , behold I come , To purchase many Kisses . SONG . The Doubtfull Lover Resolv'd . FAin wou'd I Love , but that I fear , I quickly shou'd the Willow wear : Fain wou'd I Marry , but Men say , When Love is try'd , he will away . Then tell me , Love , what I shall doe , To cure these Fears when e'er I Wooe . The Fair one , she 's a mark to all ; The Brown one each doth lovely call ; The Black a Pearl in fair Mens Eyes , The rest will stoop to any prize . Then tell me , Love , what I shall doe , To cure these Fears when e'er I Woe . Reply . Go , Lover , know , it is not I That wound with fear or jealousie ; Nor do Men feel those smarts , Untill they have confin'd their Hearts . Then if you 'll cure your Fears , you shall Love neither Fair , Black , Brown , but all . SONG . The CAVALIER's CATCH . I. DID you see this Cup of Liquor , How invitingly it looks ; 'T will make a Lawyer prattle quicker , And a Scholar burn his Books : 'T will make a Cripple for to Caper , And a Dumb Man clearly Sing ; 'T will make a Coward draw his Rapier , Here 's a Health to Iames our King. II. If that here be any Round-head , That refuse this Health to pledge● I wish he then may be confounded , Underneath some rotten Hedge , May the French Disease o'er-take him , And upon h●s Face appear , And his Wife a Cuckold make him , By some Iovial Cavalier . SONG . On Sight of a LADY's Face in the Water . STand still , ye Floods , do not deface That Image which you bear : So Votaries from ev'ry place , To you shall Altars rear . No Winds , but Lovers sighs blow here , To trouble these glad streams ; On which no Star from any Sphere , Did ever dart such Beams . To Crystal then in hast congeal , Lest you shou'd lose your bliss ; And to my cruel Fair reveal , How cold , how hard she is . But if the envious Nymphs shall fear , Their Beauties will be scorn'd ; And hire the ruder Winds to tear , That Face which you adorn'd . Then rage and foam amain , that we Their Malice may despise ; And from your froths we soon shall see A second Venus rise . SONG . I. IF mighty Wealth , that gives the Rules To Vitious Men , and cheated Fools , Cou'd but preserve me in the prime Of blooming Youth , and purchase Time ; Then I wou'd covet Riches too , And scrape and cheat as others doe . II. But since that Life must slide away , And Wealth can't purchase one poor day ; Why shou'd my cares encrease my pain , And wast my time with sighs in vain ; Since Riches cannot Life supply , It is a useless Poverty . III. Swift time , that can't be bought to stay , I 'll try to guide the gentlest way . With chearfull Friends brisk Wine shall pass , And drown a care in ev'ry Glass . Sometimes diverted with Loves Charms , I 'll pleasure take in Celia's Arms. On the Serpentine Combustion by Squibs on my Mayor's Day . An HEROICK POEM . Written Octob. 29. 1686. OF Hoods demolish'd , Towers laid full low , Of crackling Crape , and Manto's brought to woe ; Of Scarf consum'd , and Periwig on fire , Flaming Cravat , and ruinated Squire ; Of lighted Petticoat , and Neck-cloth blazing , Whisk turn'd to Ashes , and fond Fops a gazing ; Cuffs chark'd to Coal , and Point turn'd all to Cinder , And Gause soon Me●amorphos'd into Tinder : Of shining Gorget , sparkling Iump of Fustian , And Apron deeply lac'd in dire Combustion ; Scorch'd Quoif aloft , and sindged Smock alow , I thought to sing in ample wise , I trow , Unto the tune of , Fortune is my Foe . But found the task too great for my weak Quill , For who is he that artfully can tell ? How skipp'd the Squire , how the frighted Maid ; And , like to Rocket , danc'd the Serenade . To shun the track of Serpent , looking out For neat-made Manto , and well-fashion'd Suit. As if when he had cast his Paper-skin , With those he did intend to cloath again : Or that to humane covering in spite , He 'd have each Mortal to turn Adamite ; And fire all , although but thinly clad , Esteeming Cloaths as Goods prohibited . Fierce in a quick pursuit , he scouts around , Where Linnen , or where Woollen's to be found ; And in his greedy rage , and hungry wroth , Devours Garments faster than the Moth. Within his blazing Circuit , as he wheels , Still making faster at the Head than Heels . Mounting aloft on ground , he makes small stay , But into arched Windows leads his way ; Where Myriads following , make each Balcone , Involv'd in Flames , look like the torrid Zone . Swiftly they move about , with dismal quest , Not to be charm'd by an Egyptian Priest ; But still must cruise about where good Attire is , Spight both of Isis and her Friend Osiris ; Scorning each Talisman , or Magick Spell , Dreadfull as Dragons , and as Python fell ; Scarce e'er to be destroy'd , for Sages write , These Monsters still will annually affright ; And Hoods and Perukes , with hot jaws will swallow , Untill the City Praetor turn Apollo . Lest there shou'd some misconstruction be made of this last Verse , let the Reader know that it alludes to that Fiction of Apollo's killing the Serpent Python ; And so Allegorically intimates , that those fiery Serpents which usually fly about on my Lord Mayor's day , will annually continue so to do , unless destroy'd by him . TO MY Much-esteemed Friend Mr. I. N. ON HIS Reading the first line of PINDAR 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. HOld , there 's enough , nay 't is o'er mickle , 'T is worse than Cant in Conventicle . Is this the much-fam'd Friend to th' Muses , Who thus their Helicon abuses ? Whose praise on Water thus is wasted , Claret the Puppy never tasted : What the Devil was his humour , To raise so scandalous a rumour ? 'T is well 't is Greek , that few may know it , Or 't were enough t' infect a Poet : It is High Treason ( I 'll aver it ) Against the Majesty of Claret . Sternhold and Hopkins heard it said so , ( Not that I believe they read so ) Therefore they gorg'd their Muse with Water , And spew'd up eke , and also after . To bouze Old Wine , mad Pindar wonted , Till by a Vintner being affronted , The peevish Cur ( what could be ruder ? ) Forc'd on us 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . He Water 's damn'd Encomium made , Maliciously to spoil his Trade . But that shan't pass on me , by th' Mass● If I drink Water , I 'm an Ass. To two great Kings I will be Loyal , My Monarch Iames , and Claret-Royal : Nor shall I love that Greek of thine , Scarce any Greek , except Greek Wine . who 'd be of Old mad Timon's mind , ( Because he did ) to hate Mankind ? No , Soveraign Claret , I 'll adore thee , Submissively fall down before thee ; And will by Whores be burnt to Tinder , If I adore that Rebel Pindar . Yours , I. Whitehall . A DIALOGUE Between IACK and DICK , Concerning the PROHIBITION OF French Wines . DICK . AH Iack , had'st thou bin t'other day , To see the Teeming Vine display The swelling Glories of her Womb , And hopefull Progeny to come , ( Which Mirth and Iollity create , And sweeten up the Frowns of Fate ) Thou would'st with me have sigh'd and said , Why has Obliging Nature made Such Iuice to be Prohibited ? A Iuice , which duly understood , With kindly heats ferments the Blood ; Not makes it posting to miscarry , As do's the Hot-spur , styl'd Canary ; Nearly related ●tis unto 't , And colour'd o'er with the same Coat . Half Blood already , in one round It is assimulated found . With gentle Tides , Poetick Vein It swells into a comely strain . And binding all its Numbers tight , Breeds nothing dissolute , nor light . Whereas Canary , with Combustion , Makes still the Writer speak in Fustian . When e'ry stroak by this devis'd , Is in Red●letters signaliz'd . IACK . Dear Dick , it is not thou alone , That thus in wofull plaint makes moan ; The main of the whole Kingdom joyns , And weeps the loss of Claret Wines . As t'other day I musing went With unknown Griefs my Breast was pent : The cause I knew not , but did fear Some dreadfull danger to be near . Turning my Eyes aside , I found A num'rous Croud , in wofull sound , Banning a Wight , with Accent ●ierce , About to Stave a well-teem'd Tierce . Oh , 't was a dismal sight to view ! With Sleeves tuck 't up , and Apron blue , The cruel and remorsless wretch , His blow was ready ●or to fetch . When streight a Philoclareteer Made up , and in this wise drew near : " Hold , hold , I say , that horrid Hand , " Enough our Mournfull Streets are ●lain'd " With Scarlet dye , of dire contusion , " By braining Pipe in Execution . " What is the crime has bin committed " By this poor Liquor , how endited ? To which he grimly gives Response , ( As if he 'd stave my Monsieur 's Sconse . ) Sir , mind your business , you are ruder Than e'er I yet found bold Intruder ; In short , Sir , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 'T was all the answer he could get , Which put my Youngster in a pet , And forc'd him to this language keen , " Oh thou more fierce than e'er has been : " The wildest Tigers Bacchus drew , " Or hottest Rage yet ever knew , " Of harmless Claret thus to spill " The Blood , and Urban gutters fill ; " As 't were no more to be lookt after , " Than Urine stale , or Kennel Water . " How many of the thirsty train , " Open their Mouths , as Earth for Rain ; " For one poor drop of the rich Iuice , " This swelling Vessel do's produce . " The better half of all the crude " And undigested multitude ; " Now demi-Rogues , and near Disloyal , " Two spoonfulls makes them all turn Royal. " When did you know the Lad did love " True Claret , and rebellious prove ? " Besides , it Rubies do's create , " Of richer dye , and greater state , " Than e'er was planted as a Trophy " On Mogull's Crown , or Persian Sophy . " Rascal , look to 't , you 'll rue it one day , " For spoiling of this brisk Burgundy . Oh , had you seen the People stand , Each one with Handkerchief in hand , With watry Eyes , surveying o'er The coming Floods of Purple gore . You , you your self had shed one Tear , Among the Thousands let fall there ! To see a hopefull Vessel come , With Gales of Sighs 't was usher'd from The peacefull Harbour where it lay , In shamefull wise , to view the day . From Mansions of dark Sable Night , And shady Grots , stor'd with delight , Of luscious tast , and racy smell , And rosie blush of Carbuncle ; VVith Hoops disjoynted , Tackle broke , VVould force a Groan from Heart of Oak . Half ruptur'd , bruis'd , in dismal shew , He thrust up ev'ry avenue ; Till to the open Street he comes , Bestrid by many ill-bred Bums , Over his bulky Body striding , You never saw so ill a riding ; For the fierce Wight no more regret had , Than Greek or Tartar ready booted , To seize with their light Horse , the prey Of Youth , or Damsel gone astray . The Vagabond , and Truant Tub , VVhich held so many Quarts of Bub , Forc'd by Ill luck , and Wind , to fall ( By missing Port ) on Canniball , And savage Shoars , he basely binding , And all his Teeth together grinding . VVith Words insulting thus accosts : France , boast no more , that by thy Vine Thou canst an English Soul confine , To soop up nought but what is gotten , From sowre Burgundian Grape grown rotten . Old British Drinks ( which Bard of Yore Tasted , and liv'd till near Five score ) We'ave got the Art now for to heighten , And our endarkned Souls enlighten , Above what pitch you e'er can mannage , By all your bo●sting French Appannage . The Apple o'er the Grape shall reign , And Hereford's above Campaign . The Vine no more shall rule the Field , But to Pomona , Bacchus yield . This said , he gives the fatal blow ; And now the Streets o'er-whelm'd do flow , With ruddy Iuice of Crimson gore , Which in loud Cataracts do pour Through ev'ry Channel ; and the Tide Mounts up alo●t on ev'ry side . 'T is hard to guess which flow'd more high , That in the Streets , or in the Eye . Each Tunicle●ull ●ull deep was sunk , You 'd thought all to be Maudlin drunk . Yet , amongst all this noise and weeping , Some ( though their Sorrows were full deep in ) Made shift to muster Bowl or twain , For to attend the Fun'ral train ; Which they had got from gorg'd Canal , Lest some to fainting Fits should fall . For why should Gutter swallow all up , When many a dry Soul wish'd a gullup ? Dams being made , the Good wife brings out Her Churn and Kettle ; Damsel springs out With Pipkin , Chamber-pot and Ladle . And Sucking-Bottle ( fetch'd from Cradle . ) Treys brought by Butcher , Trough by Mason , And forth the Barber brings his Bason . The Tinker ( wisely as I judge it ) Makes Leathern-Bottle of his Budget . O' th' broken Ribs , full many a piece They got , and suck'd like Liquorish ; And to their Children Splinters good , Of the ruby-tinctur'd Wood , Instead of Coral , they bestow , To rub their Gums , aloft and low ; VVhilst others o'er the Dams lye lolling , ( As ready the Red Sea to fall in ) VVith frequent Laps , their Thirst allaying , Pronouncing many a ruefull saying , Concerning loss of Champaign , Burdeaux , And what a grinning ugly Cur 't was , That dash'd out brain of Hogshead awfull , E'er Thirsty Mortal had his Maw full : Giving out many words ( half raving ) 'Gainst Hammers , Knocks , and Blows , and Staving . Continuing such a dismal pother , They'd like at last t o'ave stav'd each other . All going handy-dandy to 't , Till Constable do's drive the Rout To their own home , from Claret Bank , There to weep out the VVine they 'ave drank . DICK . Troth , Iack , thy News in manner wofull , My Heart has seiz'd , and fill'd up so full , It through mine Eyes must take some vent , Or I shall miserably faint . There never was more dismal Tale Repeated o'er Spic'd Cup of Ale , By deep Cabal , and nodding Quire , Of Matrons old , near VVinter's fire . VVeep , Mortals , weep , untill your Eyes Be red as th' Wine they sacrifice . How will you now your Passions vent , To her you long your Heart have lent ? Phillis without regard may go , And lovely Amarillis too , May often see her charming Name , Without Attendant Anagram . Gone is the Wine that did inspire The Poet with his Amorous fire ; That did assist him to invoke , And gave his Pen the happy stroak . Fools may go on , and Scribling write , Yet fear no Satyr that shall bite ; Its sting is dull'd by ev'ry blow The wronged Vessels undergo : For all the Salt , and all the Flame , Whence Wounds , and Plagues , and Vengeance came , Is melted , quench'd , sunk , lost , and drown'd , And never , never to be found , Without the leave of pulling down , The Dams of Prohibition ; And drawing up the Sluces all , That ruby Floods again may fall , And freely fill the Mass●e Bowl : Then thou and I , and ev'ry Soul That has a Muse or Mistress there , Shall in one hand a Goblet bear , And with the other charm the Ear. Shall briskly each his brimmer drink , And live and love , and laugh and think Of something fit to entertain The peacefull hours once again . Till then adieu ; with Lips a-dry , For once we 'll part ; and so Good-buy . For who with baser Iuice would ●ully His servile Lips , is much a Cully . And though full thirsty , fit no more To have his Body varnish'd o'er ; Or ever to be ting'd again , With its Rosie-colour'd grain . Once more farewell , till kindly Seas Rowl Claret Casks upon our Keys . Then ( Haec ) we 'll say , and laugh and kiss ye , Iuvabit olim meminisse . These Ten following POEMS done by a Conceal'd Author for his private Recreation . To CLARINDA on her Incomparable Painting and Wax-work . Written Septemb. 1686. SOar now , my Muse , to an unusual flight , Whilst fair Clarinda's Skill my Pen excite , The Wonders of her Pencil to endite . A modest Poet can't be silent here , Where so much Art and Excellence appear . Your active Pencil scorns a constant dress , It 's seen each day in Novelties afresh ; Sometimes you curious Landskips represent , And arch 'em o'er with gilded Firmament : Then in IAPAN some Rural Cottage Paint , You can with equal Skill draw Fiend and Saint . A genuine sweetness through your Pencil flows , And charming Pictures to the Life it shows . Next Cupid's by your Art made fair , And sparkling Stars seem hov'ring in the Air , Supported only by a single Hair. But your enflaming Eyes shew Stars more bright ; Stars , which may serve those lesser ones to light ; And pretty Cupids dancing there , do dart More piercing Beams , than those you 've made by Art. A Female Pencil now such Art hath shown , As neither Sex before could ever own : For none could yet your matchless Paintings view , But the same Passions mov'd 'em , which you drew ; And from your Self you copy ev'ry Grace , For you have all that can adorn each Face : So like your Pieces to live Objects are , That if together we should them compare , Nature her self amaz'd wou'd doubting stand , To know her own from the Skill'd Painter's hand ; For she the like with less success attempts , When her own Work in Twins she represents . Well then may Birds , for real Grapes , mistake Those pendent Clusters which thy Pencil make . Perhaps thy living (a) Plants too they 'll neglect , And fly to these thy Pencil doth project ; For though disrob'd is (b) Nature of her Pride , Fresh as the Spring thy Painting doth abide : Thus your Victorious Painting , and your Eyes , Make Birds , Beasts , Fishes , also Men your prize . A Young Man to an Old Woman , Courting him . In Imitation of a Modern Author . PEace , doating Wretch , for ever cease thy suit , Tempt me no more henceforth with musty fruit ; For rotten Medlers please not , whilst there be Orchards and Gardens in Virginity . Thy crabbed Stock is too much out of date , For young and tender Plants t' inoculate . Can Wedlock e'er endure so great a Curse , As putting Husbands out to th' Wife to Nurse ? How pleasantly Poor Robin then wou'd crack , T' insert our Names within his Almanack ; And think that time had wheel'd about this Year , So soon December meeting Ianiveer . So the AEgyptian Serpent figures Time ; And being strip't , returns unto its prime . If my affection thou design'st to win , Then cast of● first thy Hieroglyphick Skin . My tender years will not endure ( alack ) The fulsome breathings which attend thy smack , Proceeding ●●om some former loathsome Clap. Could you a Virgins Beauty but regain , And change your state from Age to Youth again : Your o'er-blown Face more charming might appear , And with delight we might embrace each Year . Perhaps no strife or discord then might be , Betwixt my pretty Skeleton and Me : But Metamorphoses are seldom known In this our Age , since Miracles are gone . Cease then your Suit , and for the future try , To heal your Tenant's Leg , or his sore Eye . So may you purchase credit , fame and thank , Beyond the foppish Name of Mountebank ; Or chew thy Cud on some forlorn delight , Which thou revivest in thy Eighty-eight ; Or be but Bed-rid once , and surely then Thou 'lt dream once more thy youthfull Sins again . But if that still you needs will be my Spouse , First hearken , and attend upon my Vows . " When th' Needle his dear North shall quite forsake , " And Stones a journey to the Sky shall make . " When AEtna's fires shall mildly undergo , " The wond'rous penance of the Alps in Snow . " When Sol shall by a single blast of 's Horn , " From Crab be posted unto Capricorn . " When th' Heav'ns confus'dly shuffle all in one , " And joyn the Torrid with the Frozen Zone . " Be sure , when all these Contradictions meet , " Then ( Sibyl ) thou and I will kindly greet . For all these Similies are understood , 'Twixt youthfull Heat , and thy dull frigid Blood. So , Madam , Time continue ever Bald , For I will not thy Perriwig be call'd : Nor be a Crutch to prop thy tot'ring frame , Lest th' Fabrick fall'n , from th' Ruins spring my shame . TO CLARINDA . A SONG . I. TEmpt me not with your Face that 's fair , Nor Lips and Cheeks , though red ; I neither prize them , nor your Hair , Which in its Curls is laid . Nor value I your Pencils fame , For Nature it exceeds ; And Lillies do your Beauties stain , Roses your Lips and Cheeks . II. Nor prize I your Seraphick Voice , That like an Angel sings ; Though if I were to take my choice , I would have all these things . But if that you wou'd have me love , You must be true as Steel ; Or else in vain my Heart you move , Your Charms I cannot feel . III. But since , fair Nymph , you 're fickle grown , I 'll change too with the Wind ; Sometimes in Storms of Love I 'll frown , Sometimes be calm and kind . My Proteus Love shall frown and play , As subtle Foxes doe ; Till they have seiz'd th' unwary Prey , But then shall kill like you . IV. A Courtier 's Tongue for Flattery , A Poet's Brain for Wit ; A Womans Breast for Treachery , For my designs I 'll get . Then through the silly Female flock , I cunningly will rove ; Thus , thus for once I 'll try my luck , To get their Hate or Love. ON HIS SECRET PASSION FOR COSMELIA . BY no Discov'ry have I e'er reveal'd My secret Love , so closely yet conceal'd ; But rather , oft with Hypocritick Art , In a dissembled look bely'd my Heart . Yet cou'd Discov'ry gratifie my Wish , Concealment shou'd not long defer the bliss . For straight my Passion then I wou'd reveal , And whisper in her Ear the Am'rous Tale. But no Relation can my wants relieve , Or Limits to my boundless Wishes give . Shou'd my Belov'd , whose Art hath giv'n new breath To dying Heroes , at the point of Death : She who no Cure scarce ever undertook , But the disease her Patient soon forsook : She who each Simple's Sov'reign Vertue knows , And to their proper use can them dispose : Shou'd She her utmost Skill in Physick try , All , All wou'd fail to ease my misery : All her Prescriptions , without Love , are vain ; Love only suits the Nature of my pain . Thrice hath the Sun his Annual progress made , Since first my Heart was by my Eyes betray'd ; With various Scenes of suitable delight , Cosmelia's Beauty entertain'd my sight . Th' Idea of which doth still salute my Eye , Nor can her Absence this delight deny . Whilst Wit and Learning also charm'd each sence , Her Poetry had no less influence ; For flights of fancy in her lines abound , As Wine in Conduits , when a King is Crown'd . Thus Art , Wit , Beauty , Learning , all conspire T' insnare my Heart , and set my Soul on fire : Her Words , her Looks my waking thoughts employ ; And when I sleep , I see her with more joy . But ah ! too soon the silent Shades of Night , Do leave their Empire to the rising Light. When , lo , I find my Pleasures but a Dream , Thus chiefest Ioys glide with the swiftest stream . A sleep or wake , still Love creeps through my Veins , And in my Mind the fierce infection reigns . Sometimes with Books I wou'd divert my Mind , But that increases but the pain , I find : Sometimes I court enjoyment ●rom my Muse , Till by distraction I my fancy lose . So wretched Men , that sundry Med'cines try , As oft increase , as cure the Malady . In vain I strive these fantoms to remove , Or shun those Aerial Images of Love : Her bright Idea makes Affections yield , Like Ears of Corn , when Wind salutes the Field . Each rising Sun views her more bright and fair , Her Vertues more conspicuous appear . Gentle 's her Nature , Modest is her Meen ; Her Conversation's Mild , Her Looks Screen . No Tyrant Passion rages in her Breast , But the meek Dove builds there her Hal●yon Nest. More Native Wealth doth that fair Breast contain , Than all the Treasures of the boundless Main . Not so delightfull was the Sacred Tree , Nor God-like knowledge cou'd more tempting be . For the fair Tree cou'd not such Fruit impart , As this fair Virgin , wou'd she yield her Heart . Happy , false Strephon then , whose pow'rfull Charms Alone might win this Lady to his Arms : His gracefull Meen , resistless Charms impart , And glide ( unfelt ) into her tender Heart ; Whilst on his Lips such smooth discourse is hung , His Person 's less attractive than his Tongue . No Storms in Love need Strephon then maintain , Without a Siege he may the Conquest gain : For where the Fort by Love's betray'd within , It needs must yield to let the Hero in . But for th' Squire , and the young hopefull Cit , With the Gay Spark , that wou'd be thought a Wit ; Their hopes are blasted , and each strives in vain , By Nuptial Tyes the lovely prize to gain . The Squire she slights , lest he unkind shou'd prove , And to his Horse or Dogs prefer her Love. Covetous and unbred she styles the Citt , Debauch'd the vain pretender to lewd Wit. Thus bravely she doth these kind Heroes slight , Thinking they all intrude on Strephon's right ; Whilst unconcern'd Triumphant Strephon stood , Like some dull Image carv'd of Stone or Wood ; Insensible of all Love 's pow'rfull Charms , Nor mov'd by Wit 's or Beauty's loud Alarms . But oh , my Soul ! unlike Effects I find , Her Virgin charms produceth in thy mind . As nought that 's dead and barren can excite Vital affections , or the sence delight ; So nought inanimate cou'd e'er improve My Gen'rous thoughts to any fruits of Love : Or as Clarinda's painted Shadows fed Only my fancy with their White and Red. So bright Cosmelia's Pen it do's impart , Vigour and Motion to my Love-sick Heart : Her sacred Presence all my Parts do render Vocal , except my Tongue , that stupid Member . Her Wit my Soul inspires with thoughts too great , For words to comprehend , shou'd silence break . If in kind glances , by a swift surprize , I do behold the Aspect of her Eyes ; Alternate Paroxysms of Cold and Heat , My Vital Spirits strangely do defeat . Thus various Passions in my Breast do rove , Yet all do meet and terminate in Love. Oh wou'd kind Heav'n but be so much my friend , To make my Fate upon my choice depend : All my Ambition here I wou'd confine , And only this fair Virgin shou'd be mine ; Lock'd in her Arms in Love and Peace I 'd lye , And whilst I breathe , my Flames shou'd never dye : For shou'd that Beauty which she do's possess , Fade into Autumn , I cou'd love no less . TO CLARINDA , ON HIS Deserting her , and loving Cosmelia . 'T IS true , Clarinda , once I did resign To your frail Beauty this kind Heart of mine● Yet the Resignment but in thought was sign'd , For words ne'er seal'd the impress of my Mind . Too well my Heart was sensible you gain'd , By treach'rous Wiles , the Conquest you obtain'd : And that by Art y' assum'd deluding Looks ; Looks unrecorded in kind Nature's Books : Therefore I 've justly banish'd you my Breast , No more your Beauty shall invade my rest , I 've entertain'd a more deserving Guest : Not One whose Heart 's inconstant as the Wind , But One , whose Love to One can be confin'd : One , whose true Love with Friendship ever flows , And whom kind Fate has for my Lover chose ; To her m' inamour'd Heart doth panting move , By fervent Efforts of Ecstatick Love : With modest Blushes I inform her Eyes , Her vertuous Love has made my Heart her prize . And whilst my Blushes doe confess I burn , By Sighs and Looks she makes as kind return . Know then , kind Nymph , my Love to you's expir'd , And fled to her , who thus my Breast has fir'd . Without her (a) Art , your Beauty will decay , A fit of Sickness makes it fade away : Whilst in her sight no bold Disease durst stand , But , trembling , vanishes at her command . What though your Pencil Nature oft supplies , With Charms as piercing as your Azure Eyes : Yet know , 't is noble Verse sets off your Paint ; Her Poetry alone can dub a Saint . TO COSMELIA , ON HER Departure into the COUNTREY . FArewell , fair Mistress of my chief d●sires , Whose charming Beauties kindleth pleasing fires ; Whilst I ( sad Fate ! ) must here forlorn remain , Since you , fair Conqu'ress , do my Heart retain . To you , the Center of my Love , it flies , And ne'er can rest till it enjoys or dyes . Farewell dear Eyes , it will be tedious Night With me , as long as I do want your light . Farewell those ruby Lips which seem to me , Of Nature's Glory an Epitome . The Nectar and Ambrosia I shall want , That hang on them , and fast an irksome Lent. Farewell best Tongue , now Thee I shall not hear , I wou'd not care if all things silent were . Farewell all fair , Beauty I shall not view , Untill again I do behold 't in You. Farewell Physician of my love-sick Soul , Your sight alone can make your Patient whole . On a ROSE sticking on a Ladies Breast . SWeet fading Flower , that with the Sun's uprise Unfold'st thy Bud , and in the Ev'ning dyes . Swell now with beauteous pride , and let thy bright And blushing Leaves joy and refresh our sight . Incorporate thy sweet and fragrant smell , With those refreshing Odours there do dwell . Blest , ah for ever blest be that fair Hand , That did transplant thee to that Sacred Land. Oh happy Rose , that in that Garden rests , That Paradise betwixt that Ladies Breasts : There 's an Eternal Spring , where thou shalt lye , Betwixt two Lilly Mounts , and never dye : There thou shalt spring among the fertile Vallies , By buds , like thee , that grow in midst of Allies ; There none dare pluck thee from that sacred place , Nor yet attempt thy Beauty to deface . If any , but approach , strait doth arise A most surprizing light , which blasts his Eyes ; There , ' stead of Ruin , shall living Fountains flow , For Wind her fragrant Breath for ever blow : Nor now , as wont , shall one bright Sun thee cheer , But two conjoyn'd , which from her Eyes appear . Oh then , what Monarch wou'd not think 't a Grace , To leave his Regal Throne to have thy place . My self to gain thy blessed seat , do Vow , Wou'd be transform'd into a Rose , as thou . ON THE Most Charming GALECIA's PICTURE . (a) HAppy the Hand , which to our longing sight , Presents that Beauty , which the dazling light Of your bright Charms , do's hide from weaker Eyes , And all access ( save by this Art ) denies . 'T is only here our Sight hath strength to view Those Beauties , which do terminate in you . By this your great Perfections we conceive , The Gracious Image seeming to give leave ; Which daily by your Votaries is seen , And by the Muses has saluted been . Who , whilst an Infant , placed in your Hand The Bays so many strove for in this Land. Wisely fore-seeing your Poetick Pen , Might claim the primacy of th'wittiest Men. 〈◊〉 you th' extreams of Pow'r and Beauty move , ●ho are the Quintessence and Soul of Love. ●s the bright Sun ( whose distant Beams delight ) ●f equal Glory to your Beauties light ; ●s wisely pl●c'd in so sublime a seat , ●'extend his light , and moderate his heat . ●o happy 't is you move in such a Sphere , Which do's not over-come our sence , but chear : And in our Breasts do's qualifie that fire , Which kindled by those Eyes , h●d flamed higher , Than when the scorched World like hazard run , By the approach of the ill-guided Sun. Such Eyes as yours on Iove himself have thrown , As bright and fierce a lightning as his own . THE YOUNG LOVER's ADVOCATE : BEING An Answer to a Copy of Verses . Written by Galaecia to her Young Lover on his Vow . TOo rigid , too censorious and severe , Your unjust scruples plainly do appear . Why shou'd you question that most sacred Vow , Which in sincerity I made but now ? Did I not Vow by all the Pow'rs above , None but Galaecia shou'd but obtain my Love ? I did , and made a Cov'nant with my Eyes , No other Beauties shou'd my Heart surprize . And may those Pow'rs their vengeance from above , Show'r on my head , when e'er I perjur'd prove : A thousand Deaths I 'd rather chuse to dye , Than once my Faith to break or falsifie . Not all your Sexes charms shall tempt me more , No other Object shall my Soul adore . Thy Sex , alas ! is but a Lottery , Where thousand Blanks for one true Prize we see . And since kind Fate has giv'n me such a Lott , Think you I 'll hazard what 's so hardly got ? No , rather think me constant as the Sun , Who never s●ts , till he his race hath run : Firm as the Centre , as the Poles unmov'd , Faithfull as honest Swains to their Belov'd . But you alledge for Love I am too green , Though two years turn'd , and upwards of Eighteen . Alas , too long I think I 've been debarr'd , And five years since Love's pleasures shou'd have shar'd : Lovers as young as me I can produce , As Precedents to warrant my Excuse . The Famous Sappho summ'd up all her joy In the Embrace of a Sicilian Boy . The Queen of Greece lov'd Theseus but a Lad , And Cytharea her Adonis had : Nay Love himself , that God , is but a Child ; Shall I for want of Years then be Exil'd ? Yea , I have heard fair Virgins say , in truth , Of all that love , give me the smooth-chinn'd Youth : My tender years my innocence may prove , And non-acquaintance with the Wiles of Love. To my Ingenious Friend , Mrs. IANE BARKER , ON MY Publishing her Romance of SCIPINA . COu'd I the Censure of each Critick dread , Before your Book my Lines shou'd not be read ; For 't will be thought , shou'd I attempt your Praise , Trophies of Int'rest to my self I 'd raise . Since the same Pen that wou'd applaud my Friend , At once my Copy , and her Lines , commend : Nor cou'd my Silence 'scape from Censure free , Then other Hands , they 'd say , I brib'd for the● . Yet cou'd Applause your learned Piece set forth , To make your Fame as endless as your Worth ; I wou'd invoke some gentle Muse t' inspire My active Pen with a Poetick fire ; That it might blazon forth your Matchless Wit , And your due Merits to the World transmit . But since this Subject doth require the Skill , Or of a Maro , or a Waller's Quill , I must desist , and quit the brave design , And the great task to better hands resign . Only as th' empty Coach is wont t' attend , To Mourn the Obsequies of some dear Friend : So shall my Worthless lines ev'n now appear , For want of better , to bring up the Rear Of those that welcome th' Issue of your Wit , Which in so soft and smooth a Style you 've writ . You fair Scipina's Name do here advance Unto the Title of a sam'd Romance : Then in smooth Lines you celebrate her Praise , And crown her Temples with immortal Bays . Her Heroes Fights you bravely have exprest , Till blest with Peace , he in her Arms finds rest . How wou'd it please the gallant Scipio's Ghost , ( The bravest Gen'ral th' Elyzian Fields can boast , ) To see his Battles acted o'er again , By thy victorious and triumphant Pen. Thy Virgin Muse soars upwards still on high , Out-strips the Dedalean Scuddery , With swifter flights of Fancy wings each line , And harshest Thoughts to gentle Love refine . Each Stoick's Heart , and softer Females Breast , With the same Passion that you write's possest . Let carping Criticks then complain of Fate , And envy what they cannot imitate . Since 't is beyond their Art or Pow'r to blast Your Virgin Lawrels , which do spread so fast . A Batchelor's Life , in pursuit of Mrs. BARKER's Verses in Praise of a Single Life . By the Author of the Ten preceding Copies . SInce , O ye Pow'rs , it is by your decree , For Women I 've so great indiff'rencie : Suffer me not by Love to be mis-led ; Let nought induce me to the Nuptial Bed. Let no frail Beauties to my Eyes resort , Lest those false Centinels betray the Fort. But if blind Cupid with a poys'nous Dart , Shou'd chance to penetrate my Marble Heart ; Then let an Icy chillness freeze my blood , And stop the active motion of its slood : So may I in this happy state abide , And laugh at those a Single Life deride : Whilst they ( b'ing caught in wretched Wedlock's Noose Do both their fr●e●om and their pleasures loose ; For cursed Avarice and Iealousie , Attends on him th' unlucky Knot doth tye ; His Soul to Mirth can never be inclin'd , For Cares and Fears ever distract his Mind . Wou'd he be merry , straight his Consorts Noise , E'er he can think th' Abortive thought , destroys . And if his Spouse proves Barren , then he prays To Heav'n for Children , or to end her days : But if o'er-stock'd , the Husband then repines At the too fruitfull Issue of his Loins . Then are his thoughts employ'd to get and spare , And make provision for a wanton Heir . How happy is he then , who 's free to chuse ; And when he will , accept , when not , refuse . No Cares in Love can discompose his Breast , Nor Anxious Fears e'er rob him of his Rest : But unconcern'd he is in things to come ; If London please not , Paris is his home . Yet a Fond Wife , or Wanton pratling Boy , Perhaps might all his gen'rous thoughts destroy . The Exchange of HEARTS . A SONG . By the same . Being an Answer to a SONG in the 81st Page of the First Part. I. HAppy the Man , thrice happy he , Who had the high Desert ; To lose to you his Libertie , And change a Lover's Heart . II. If his do's your Repose invade , And rob you of your Rest ; Believe as much Disorder's made By yours within his Breast . III. Reason with him has no more pow'r Than you , to stop the Course Of an inrag'd and fierce Amour , Drove by its own wild force . Upon a FLOCK of GOLD-FINCHES Seen in the MORNING . SCarce had the prancing Coursers of the World , With their fresh steeming breath the Morning curl'd ; When a gilt flock of Winged Stars did play , And with strange light increase the new-born day : Sure they were sent from some Celestial Nest , To teach Aurora how she should go drest . Gay Nature's lively Pencil never drew Its own Perfection in a brighter hew . Now in light hoverings they their Bodies poise , And hang in AEquilibriums without noise . The Amorous Wind in gentle Whispers sings , And coyly kisses their Enamell'd Wings . In curling Waves it pleats their silken Plumes , And from their spicy Breasts doth suck Perfumes ; Then softly swells , and heaves its rising Weight , The mounting Birds enjoy a noble height : There in a spangled Crescent they appear , And with a flying Rain-bow gild the Air. And now Sol's Rays dart from their Eastern seat , And with a golden Blush these Rivals meet ; And then recoil , more sumptuous to behold , Ten thousand Colours mixing with their Gold. Thus they which make the watry Fleeces proud , Themselves draw Lustre from a living Cloud . Oft through the Air their active Course they change , And in quick windings their brisk Squadrons range . The Impressive Atmosphere , where they had flown , With a long train of painted Lightning shone . Downward at length they fell , sure wanton Iove In such a splendid Storm enjoy'd his Love. When doubtfull Swains behold with wond'ring sight , Keen Exhalations with their pointed Light , Shoot through the yielding darkness of the Night . They think it was some guilty Star that fell , And trembling pray , that all in Heaven be well . Oh , had they seen with what a radiant pride , These feather'd Meteors from above did glide ; They would have pity'd the deserted Sky , Thinking they did a Constellation spy : Which , that it might indulge blest Mortals Ears , Had brought with it the Musick of the Spheres . With such soft Ayrs did all the Birds descend , And their bright Course to the next Bush they bend . With purling Noise their flutt'ring Wings they clapt , As if they had for Entertainment rapt . The Thorns themselves shrunk in to make them room , And sheath'd their prickles in their barky Womb. New buds from their Potential beds did leap , And peep 't to see who 't was disturb'd their sleep● Spying such Guests , their fragrant Laps they spread ; Such Tap'stry none but fragrant Feet must tread . Each awfull twig gave an obsequious nod ; And bowing , stoop't unto its welcome load . And now the glitt'ring Bush on high displays Its streaming Branches , deck't with chirping Rays . It s Golden back 's clad with a breathing Fleece , Richer than that bold Iason brought ●rom Greece . The wav'ring boughs under their weight did leap , And with their blithfull chantings time did keep . The Neighb'ring Brook stop't its attentive stream , And the hush't Winds hung lull'd into a dream . Ne'er did the Perriwig'd Hesperian Grove , On its bright Head so rich an Autumn move . Hail , happy Shrub , wrap't in a Golden shade , Whom Nature hath her living Wardrobe made ; Hail , Queen of Plants , crown'd with a Diadem , Where every Iewel is a Vocal Gem : A warm soft Gem , whose splendor do's excell Th' obdurate off-spring of the Indian shell . May still such Phoenixes shine on thy Crest , But never burn their odoriferous Nest ; But may each Morn thy glorious twigs recruit , With a new brood of such Melodious fruit . THE POET's Answer to One , Complaining of their NEGLIGENCE , In not Writing the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM's ELEGY . NOR needs he slender Verse , his Mighty Fame , Rais'd above us , do's all our Praise disclaim ; Poets have liv'd by him , he cannot live by them . So great his Bounty , we as well might show The secret Head , whence fertile Nile do's flow . Like Nilus he , for with a willing Hand He gave to all , his stream o'er-flow'd the Land. But still the Muse was his peculiar Care ; Now could I ought in Verse ! A subject's here Might — But the Mind 's ill serv'd by Faculties , And something still we know , we can't express . The Trojan Shield , which Maro once did frame , With an intent to raise Augustus Name , Should not do more , if ( as my Theme's as great ) I could assume his Majesty and State. But nothing ●an rehearse his wond'rous Praise , Unless kind Heaven from his dust should raise Another matchless mighty Buckingham , Who , like himself , could gloss the glorious Theme . Two great effects we had from 's noble Mind , The State and Theatre at once refin'd . When e'er he pleas'd to lash the nauseous Times , And with just Rules corre●t the Poet's Crimes : Nonsence , and Bays , and Bombast took their flight , Like frighted Phantoms from the hated Light. As by the order of this World we guess , A God , not Chance , first mov'd the mighty Mass : So whilst we saw , when we made War , Success , Advantage , when we pleas'd to grant a Peace : We , by the Beauty , knew , Villers was there , And God-like Charles was eas'd of half his care : So in the Realms above 't is Iove's to will , Whilst lesser Powers his Commands fulfill . Nor was his Body inferiour to his Mind ; For when he was created , Fate design'd That he should be the wonder of Mankind . Goodness and Grace did always with him move ; From Men he Honour claim'd , from Women Love Some slighted Swain , whom Celia's scorn opprest , May raise a Flame in some less guarded Breast : But there the Curse do's not intirely fall , He form'd the Race of Women to enthrall , Reveng'd upon their Sex the quarrels of us all . Ten thousand ways soft thoughts he cou'd inspire , And kindled in all hearts a gen'rous fire , His Bounty wealth , his Beauty gave desire . His Iudgment gave us Laws , a Play his Wit ; By him we liv'd , we lov'd , we rul'd , we writ . These Thirteen following COPIES done by Mr. HOVENDEN WALKER , sometime of Trinity-Colledge in Dublin . PSALM the CXXXIX . Paraphras'd from Verse the 7. to Verse the 13. WHere shall I ●ind a close conceal'd Abode ? Or how avoid an God! Whither , O whither , can a Sinner flee , Almighty Lord , from thy Ubiquitie ! How from thy Omnipresence can he hide , Since ev'ry-where thy Spirit do's reside ? Would I ascend to Heaven , ev'n there Do's thy Refulgent Glory most appear ; Thy Light do's there ●ill the unbounded space , And there dost thou thy bright Pavilion place ; At thy right hand , thy dear , thy darling Son Sits , and thy Spirit hovers o'er the Throne ; While Hallelujahs to their God , and King , Myriads of Blessed Saints and Angels sing . Would I , to shun thee , dive to deepest Hell , Ev'n there thy Horrours , and thy Iudgments dwell ; Thy Terrours there the wretched Damn'd invade , No Bed of Rest or Refuge there is made ; For ever there thy Triumphs do remain , ( Which , Satan to forget , still strives in vain ) E'er since for Man thou didst Redemption gain , And by thy Death both Death and Hell were slain . Cou'd I with wings fly to the utmost Sea , Swift as the Light , which brings approaching day ; Swift as the Dawn , which do's it self disperse , In half a Day , through half the Universe . Ev'n this a vain and fond Design would prove , Nor from thy just Protection could I move ; For the wide World's most large circumference , Is circumscrib'd by thy vast Providence . Thy Goodness me from dang'rous Ills would save , And lead me safely o'er each angry Wave . Thy right hand would conduct me through all harms , Thou wouldst protect me in thy mighty Arms. Under thy Wings I should in quiet sleep , Though toss'd and threaten'd by the dreadfull Deep . Would I propose to hide me from thy sight , In an Egyptian Darkness , and thick Night ? A glorious Splendour , and a Light divine , From out of that thou wouldst command to shine ; Thou wouldst that blackest Cov'ring make as bright As the gay Beams of the Sun 's dazling Light ; From thee the Night can no concealment be , For Night and Day are still the same to thee : Therefore in vain fond Men attempt to run From thee , and thy Eternal Presence shun . Thou unconfin'd thy self , do'st all confine ; For all is full of thee , and all is thine . A PASTORAL , In Imitation of VIRGIL's Second ECLOGUE . A Lowly Swain lov'd a proud Nymph in vain , Who did the Country and the Fields disdain , Because the fairest of the City Train . The haughty She despis'd his humble Flame , And , soaring , flew at a more noble Game . Unheard , unseen , he daily came to mourn Near lonesome streams , and shades , her cruel scorn : And , while alone , he moan'd his luckless Love , His griefs ev'n senceless Trees and Rocks did move . The neighb'ring Hills with horrour seem'd to shake , While to himself ●hese raving words he spake : Shall I , as others , to my Flocks complain , That I a cruel Beauty love in vain ? Shall I , with fruitless cries , disturb my Lambs , Or , with my quer'lous groans , a●●right their Dams ? Their Dams , that strangers are to Lover's cares , And can enjoy their Loves without their Fears ! No , let me here in secret pine away , And in sad objects read my Doom each day . Lo , through these Clifts a trav'lling Current glides , And little Rocks the purling streams divides . Ah! how well this resembles my sad Fate ! My fruitless tears , and her unsoft'ning hate : For as these Rocks hard and unmov'd remain , And the clear stream but washes 'em in vain ; So fall my Tears as unsuccessfully , Nor her hard stony Heart can mollifie : For still they run , unheeded as this Brook , Nor will she stop 'em by one pleasing look . Oh , cruel Nymph ! why do'st thou thus delight To torture me ? why thus my suff'rings ●light ? My mournfull Songs neglected are by thee , Thou art regardless of my Verse , and me . Thou canst behold , with an unpittying Eye , My sorrows , and art pleas'd to see me dye . Lo , now each Creature either rests , or feeds , And spotted Lyzards dance in shady weeds ; All are imploy'd , and bonny Mall takes care , Dinners for weary Reapers to prepare : But I , by sa● complaints , at noon am found , Making , with Grashoppers , the Shrubs resound . And while I trace thy wand'ring s●eps all day , Oppress'd wi●h heat of Love , my spirits decay , And by the Sun scorch't up I faint away . Had I not better far , contented , born Brown Amaryllis little peevish scorn , Whose lofty Soul , high Parents , and Descent , Against my Love had been no Argument ? Or I had better far have lov'd black Bess , What though her Wealth and Beauty had been less ; What though her Skin was of a tawny hew , And though as fair as whitest Lillies you . With her so long in vain I had not strove , But she would have rewarded Love with Love. Oh , beauteous Nymph , do not so much delight , Nor pride thy self that thou art sair and white ; For whitest Blossoms most neglected fall , While the ripe Blackberry is pluck't by all : But I am so despis'd , so scorn'd by thee , Thou dost not ev'n so much as ask of me , What stock I do of larger Cattel keep , How stor'd with Milk , or how inrich't with Sheep . My thousand Lambs wander on yonder Hills , 'T is my large Flock th' adjacent Valley fills ; Summer nor Winter my Kine ne'er are dry , But with new Milk my little House supply . If or my Verse or Musick could but prove , Of force enough to make my fair one love ; I would oblige her with such Songs , such lays , As those with which Amphion in pristine days , Himself of old the Theban Walls did raise . Nor am I so deform'd to be despis'd , For I but lately with the Sea advis'd . When the still Winds did undisturbed sleep , Nor with their Rage wrinkled the smooth-fac'd Deep . And if that Image did not flatter me , I need not fear , though to be judg'd by thee , That I less handsome to your sight should prove , Then happy Citizens whom you so lov● . Oh that it necessary were for thee , To live in humble Cottages with me ; To hunt swift Deer , and with a verdant twig , To drive my Ewes , which with their young are big . And while my pretty Lambs in Pastures feed , To imitate our Pan upon a Reed : Nor let it grieve you that you wear away Your tender Lips upon my Pipes to play . This , if he were but half so blest to know , What would not the oblig'd Amyntas do ? I have that Pipe which was bestow'd on me , By Swain Dametas ; when he dy'd , said he , Accept this Pipe as the best Legacie . Dametas said it , but Amyntas griev'd , That I so great a present had receiv'd . But in an unsafe Vale I found besides Two tender Kids with pretty speckled Hides ; They twice a day dreign a full Udder'd Sheep , And these for you with so much care I keep . Mall would long since have beg'd 'em both ●rom me , And she shall have 'em , since contemn'd by thee . Come here , bright Maid , come hither charming fair , See what for thy reception Nymphs prepare ; See how they do adorn the shady Bow'rs ; See how they gather all the sweetest Flow'rs . To make thee pleasant Garlands , see how they Prepare to crown thee , the bright Queen of May. Lo I my self have search't the Orchard round , To see where the best Apples may be found : Chesnuts and yellow Plums I 've gather'd , such As once my Amaryllis lov'd so much . But here 's an Apple that can all out-doe , Which I particularly pluck't for you . Some twigs of Lawrel from yon Tree I 'll take , And Myrtle mix , the better scents to make ; Which artsully into a Garland wove , With Flowers sweet shall crown my sweeter Love. But all thy clownish Gifts unheeded are , Nor do's the Nymph for such a Bumpkin care . What Gifts of thine canst thou believe will take , Since City-Youths can so much richer make ? Thy humble Presents fading are , and poor , Not lasting as their bright and shining Ore. Alas , what shall I do ? where find out Rest ? Where ease the Burthens of my lab'ring Breast ? I leave expos'd ( distracted in my mind ) My choicest Gardens to the Southern Wind. My clearest Fountains I preserve no more , From the unruly , and the nasty Boar. My tender Flocks by me neglected are , And are no more as once my only care . While I to Passion am , unguarded they To the devouring Wolf become a prey . Each day the Sun rises upon my Love ; And still as that ascends , this do's improve . But when to Thetis Lap he goes to rest , I feel no quiet in my Tortur'd Breast . Unhappy Nymph , whom wouldst thou coyl● shun ? Ah , whither from a wretched Lover run ? The greatest Heroes did of old , nay Gods Have chose to dwell in Sylvan Shades and Woods . Dardanian Paris lov'd the Verdant Plains , And liv'd most happy , while amongst the Swains . Pallas her self did Fields and Forrests love , And was delighted with the pleasant Grove ; And there , for her abode , built shady Bow'rs , And stately Palaces , and lofty Tow'rs . And therefore I so much prefer above The smoaky City , the delightfull Grove ; And in these Shades how happy could I be , Disdainfull Nymph , wer 't not for Love of thee : 'T is that , 't is that which thus my Rest destroys , 'T is that that ruins all my rural Ioys ; To thee I am so prone , so bent to thee , I cannot tast the least felicitie . Not ●lying Wolves by the fierce Lyoness , Are hotlier pursu'd ; nor are Kids less Follow'd by chasing Wolves , nor can Kids be More fond of Cytisus than I of thee . All follow that in which they most delight , But you alone can my Desires invite . Ah , foolish Swain , what ●renzy haunts thy mind ? Canst thou no ease , no moderation ●ind ? Will not thy Love one minutes rest allow ? Behold the lab'ring Ox has left the Plow● And now the Sun hasts to his Ev'ning bed , By low degrees still doubling ev'ry shade . All Creatures now , with the expiring Light , Cease from their Toil , to sleep away the Night . Do's Love alone a cruel Master prove ? Is there no end of the hard Tasks of Love ? See how yon Vine untrim'd neglected lyes ; What wilt thou ne'er repent ? wilt ne'er be wise ? Apply thy self to some more usefull thing , Which may a much more certain profit bring . Shake off for shame at last this fruitless Love , And wasting Time to better ends improve : Or if you needs must love , hereafter chuse Some gentler Nymph , who 'll not your Love refuse . The Fourth ELEGY OF CORNELIUS GALLUS , OF THE Miseries of Old Age. Made English. The Poet gives an account of his loving a Young Maid very privately in his Youth , but at last how in his sleep he discover'd what so carefully he hid waking ; and concludes the Elegy with the consideration of the inconveniences he lyes under by being Old. YET let me one more Youthfull Tale reherse , And please my self with my own empty Verse ; For idle Stories very well agree With antick Dotage , and stupiditie . And as in changing years , Mankind is found With various Chances always turning round : Ev'n so those times which most inverted be , Seem most obliging to the Memorie . A Virgin once there was , whom Heav'n design'd , Both by the Graces of her Face and Mind , To be adapted , so , that she became By Nature Candid , as she was by Name . Her pure white Hair around her shoulders spread , Fell decently in Ringlets●rom ●rom her Head : But ev'ry Part of her was bright , and fair , And full as charming as her Flaxen Hair. The tune●ull Lyre s●e touch't with such a grace , That it confirm'd the Conquests of her Face ; While from the trembling strings soft Tunes did flow , With Love and Ioy my Heart did tremble too . But when she joyn'd thereto some witty Song , How many Cupids sate upon her Tongue ! Each moving word , each accent sent a Dart , And ev'ry Note did wound my melting Heart . But then she Danc'd with such a charming Air , As made each Part appear more killing fair . No stratagems of Love by her e'er mist , Nor had I pow'r my Ruin to resist : But did with secret Pleasure entertain The silent and the smooth delightfull pain . Thus one bright Maid , but yet assisted well With such Auxiliaries , as nought could quell , In various ways storm'd my defenceless Mind ; Nor did one Charm the least resistance find . And when by down-right ●orce she was possest , She ne'er forsook my entertaining Breast . Once seen , her beauteous form still stay'd with me , And day and night dwelt in my Memorie . How o●t has my Imagination brought Her absent Image present to my Thought . Fix't , and intent , how oft ( though far remov'd ) Have I suppos'd I talk'd with her I lov'd . How oft with Pleasure would my Fancy bring Those Songs to mind which she was wont to sing ; And how I strove my Voice , like hers , to frame , And bin delighted as it were the same . Thus I my self , against my self took part , And , like a cheat , play'd booty with my Heart . How oft , alas , have my own Friends believ'd , That I of Sense and Reason was depriv'd , Nor can I think that they were much deceiv'd . For neither was I perfectly compos'd , Nor altogether with my Frenzy doz'd . But 't is a mighty trying hardship sure , A stifled secret Passion to endure ; The furious Rage no mortal Breast can bear , But in the Countenance it will appear , Though never so reserv'd , though never so severe . By the alternate change of White and Red , A true Discovery is quickly made . Th' affected Face do's the hid thoughts declare , Blushing bespeaks a shame , and Paleness fear : But ev'n my Dreams betray'd my Privacie , My Treach'rous Dreams did faithless prove to me : They did my sad Anxieties reveal , Nor cou'd ev'n Death like sleep , my Cares conceal : For when my Senses all inclin'd to Rest , And by oblivious slumbers were possest , Ev'n then my conscious Tongue my Guilt con●est . As on the Grass , sleeping I once was lay'd , Close by the Father of my lovely Maid ; And while He thoughtless slumber'd by my side , Thus , in my Dreams disturb'd , aloud I cry'd , Hast , hast , my Candida , make no delay , Our secret Love is ruin'd if you stay : For see , already peeps the prying Sun , If w' are discovered we are both undone ; The envious Light will our stol'n Loves betray , Hast , hast , my Candida , make hast away . Awak'd at this , and in a strange surprize , He started up , and scarce believ'd his Eyes : And for his Daughter , search't the place around , But only I was sleeping on the ground ; Gasping and panting there he saw me lye , Transported from my self with Ecstasie . With what vain Dreams , said he , art thou possest ? Or has a real Love usurp'd thy Breast ? And so thy sleep discovers a true jest . Some waking Objects , I indeed conclude , Upon thy gentler slumbers may intrude , And fleeting Forms thy Wishes do delude . Astonish't ! he my broken Murmurs watch't , And each imperfect dropping Sentence catch't : Gently his right hand on my Heart he lay'd , And , in soft Whispers , more inquiries made : For so apply'd , the sly Inquirers Hand From sleeping Breasts can any thing command ; And the loos'd Tongue do's by that Charm impart The very choicest secrets of the Heart . Thus I , who did so long my self behave So well , and seem'd to all so good , so grave ; And had a sober Reputation kept , My self , at last , discover'd , as I slept . And now has my whole wretched Life been free From imipous actions , and impuritie . Nor can I say I did these Crimes prevent , So much by Vertue , as by Accident . But now I 'm Old , and want the strength to sin , It pleases me my Youth hath guiltless been . Yet what just Praise deserv'dly due can be To Aged Men , that they from Vice are free , Since 't is not choice , but meer necessitie ? Strength only sleeps , but Inclinations wake , And not they Vice , but Vice do's them forsake : Pleasure deserts their unperforming Years , And leaves them fill'd with painfull toils , and cares : They are but glad they do no evil fact , Only because they want the Pow'r to act . 'T is worth our while , if we consider too , What penalties in Age we undergo ; How that , with it , a slow repentance brings● For all our youthfull faults , and riotings ; How many sighs , and groans it pays , and tears , For dear-bought Luxury of younger years . But though Mankind will sometimes strive in vain , Youth's boyling Heats to curb , and to restrain ; Yet oft-times knowingly , and with much skill , We cunningly persist in doing Ill. W' are oft industrious , studious , wise , and nice , In the performance of some witty Vice : But Vice sometimes bears us by force away , Yet oft its call more eas'ly we obey . Oft , though we cannot compass what we will , We are Well-wishers to some pleasing Ill. To my MISTRISS . Translated out of Tibullus . Nulla tuum nobis subducet foemina lectum , Hoc primum , &c. MY Love to thee no Beauty shall betray , For it is firmly ●ix't , and cannot stray . None , none seems fair methinks in all the Town , But thee ; thou pleasest , and delight'st alone . I wish indeed that none thy Charms could see , And they were undiscern'd by all , but me ; So might I love with some securitie . I wish not to be envy'd , nor desire That any should my blessed state admire . The Wise-man loves a secret Happiness ; For to be publick , makes it but the less . " With thee for ever I in Woods would rest , " Where never humane Foot the ground has prest . Thou who forbid'st Disquiets to intrude , " Who from Nights-shades the Darkness canst exclude , " And from a Desert banish Solitude . Shou'd Heav'n it self conspire to change my Love , And send me down a Mistriss from above , Adorn'd with all the Beauties of the Skies , In vain she would attempt to charm my Eyes , Ev'n Venus self I would for thee despise . This I most solemnly by Iuno swear , Whom you to all the other Gods prefer . Hold , Mad-man , hold ! what do I do ? what say ? But I have sworn , confest , and must obey . Fool that I was , my Fear has led me on To this grand senceless indiscretion . Now thou hast conquer'd , and may'st tyrannize , With all the Pow'rs of thy resistless Eyes ; While I but dote the more : Yes , brainless Sot , This by thy foolish babling tongue th' ast got . But I submit , command me what you will , I am your most obedient Servant still . Thy hardest Mandates I will ne'er refuse , But the delightfull well-known Bondage chuse . Only to Venus Altars I 'll repair , And there my Love , and there my Faith declare ; She punishes the false , the just do's spare . The Agreement . I. CLose by a Silver Rivulet , Grac'd with rich Willows , mournfull Daphne sate , Leaning her melancholy Head On the sad Banks o● an Enamell'd Mead , O'er-charg'd with Griefs her Heart , Her Eyes o'er-charg'd with Tears , For an intolerable smart , For daily pains , and nightly fears , For most uncertain hopes , and sure despairs , 'Gainst Tyrant Love a long complaint she made , Whilst each sad Object did her sorrows aid . II. Then Three-heart rending sighs she drew , Deeper than ever Poet's Fiction knew ; And cruel , cruel Thyrsis said , Why thus unkind to an enamour'd Maid ? A Maid whose Breast abounds With kindness , that can move By dire , and miserable sounds , Compliance from the very Grove , Whilst my Heart labours to conceal its Love : But oh in curst Despair first let me dye , E'er he , by loving me , ●inds misery . III. Then three more dismal Groans she took , Whose cruel noise , like a great Earthquake , shook The neighbouring Plebean Wood , Which to commiserate her sorrows stood , I 'll tortur'd be no more , No more I 'll grieve in vain ; Inrag'd with furious Heat , she swore , These silent streams shall ease my pain , And I 'll no more 'gainst him , and Love complain : Witness these lonely Fields , how I have lov'd , And for his sake this fatal Med'cine prov'd . IV. Iust with thick trouble in her face , Descending from the miserable place , Thyrsis , to save the Nymph appears , His Eyes half drown'd with over-flowing Tears . Thyrsis ( alas ) had heard The Maid repeat her Woe : Thyrsis the consequence too fear'd ; Ah , why do'st thou my Passion know ? ( Sad Daphne said ) loose me , and let me go , Where at some rest , for ever I may be , And not despis'd by a Triumphing He. V. Ah , Cruel Nymph ( griev'd Thyrsis cries With dolefull Face , and lamentable Eyes ) Cou'd you , O cou'd you thus undo A Swain , who secretly has burnt for you ? With joy she stops him here , Brighter her Eyes became , And her all-clouded Face grew clear , Then ( blushing said ) I am to blame , Since you for Daphne had a private flame : Pleas'd with this blest discovery , both agree Their Mutual Love no more conceal'd shou'd be . SONG . I. DAmon to Sylvia , when alone , Did thus express his Love ; Fair Nymph , I must a Passion own , Which , else would fatal prove . Can you a faithfull Shepherd see , Who languishes in pain , And yet so cruel-hearted be , To let him sue in vain ? II. Then with his Eyes all full of fire , And winning phrases , he Intreated her to ease Desire , And grant some Remedy . Allur'd with Am'rous looks , the Maid , Fearing he might prevail , Begg'd that he wou'd no more perswade A Virgin that was frail . III. Fear not , dear Nymph , replyes the Swain , There 's none can know our bliss ; None can relate our Loves again , While this place silent is . Then Damon , with a lov'd surprize , Leap't close into her Arms , With Ravishing delights he dyes , And melts with thousand charms . The Innocent Discov'ry . The Air was calm , the Sky serene and clear , Kindly the Lamps of Heaven did appear . Faintly their Light some weak Reflexes made On the clos'd Casements , which to Eyes betray'd , Nought , but a dying Tapers glim'ring light , Befitting well that season of the night . Sleep having welcom'd ev'ry weary'd limb● And gentle silence waiting upon him . Under Olinda's blest Apartment , I ( To ease my never-ceasing Malady ) Took up my well-strung Lute , some Ayrs to play ; Ayrs soft as sleep , and pleasing as the day . On silence I no sooner made a Breach , Than the joy'd Sound her sacred Ears did reach ; Willing to know who had disturb'd her Rest , Came to the Window like Aurora drest , In splendour ; only let this diff'rence be , That fair Olinda brighter was than she . Lest I should see her ( Ah , dear Innocence ) Puts out the Candle , but th' Impertinence Of the vain plot did make me wonder more , For I beheld her plainer than before : She only had remov'd the Moon away , That hinder'd me of a more perfect day : Th' Eclipse , when gone , discover'd to my sight A better prospect of the Sun 's strong light . THE PETITION . A SONG . I. OH use me gently , since I am your slave , To Tyranize o'er Wretches is not brave ; In tort'ring me , what Glory can be found , Who am defenceless , and securely bound ? II. Tempt not your Conquests , & your Strength too far , But use your Captive with a wiser care ; Such influence will your kindness have on me , That I shall never wish for libertie . III. The wary Shipwright can't by force reduce The sturdy Oak to his more pliant use ; But gently warms it by an easie fire , And then it yields to what he will desire . IV. For Love is more commanding far than Hate , And Cruelty Rebellion will create . That King sits always safest on his Throne , Who rules his Subjects by his Love alone . FATE . A SONG . I. THou know'st ( my Fair ) how much I love , And that my flames do still improve ; That they still burn , and still appear , As bright as thy dear Eyes are clear : Still they are pure as the first Cause , Nor swerve they from the very Laws ; That Womens practices impose , Which ●irst their Humors , since their Pride has chose . II. No fault in all my Love is found , And yet you will not heal my Wound ; In vain I tell you how I burn , You will vouchsafe me no return . In vain your pity I implore , You smile to see my bleeding sore ; No , though a Kiss wou'd do the Cure , Unkind Graciana lets me still endure . III. For this what reason can there be , Why so averse to Love and Me : Alas , too late , I know too late The strong necessity of Fate . No Woman yet was ever made To Love aright , but be betray'd : The Men , who dote on them , they shun , And to the Arms of the indiff'rent run . MY RELIGION . I. ME in the Church , 't is true , you often see , But there I come not with intent To hear a thick-scull'd Parson vent His phlegmatick Divinitie : No , my Graciana , 't is to look on thee ; On thee I gaze , and in thy Eyes find sence , Beyond the Gown-man's holy Eloquence ; For what has his dull tale of Doom , And horrid things to come , To doe with Love , and Thee , which I alone For my Established Religion own ? II. The Croud , nay the more Learn'd , and Wise , for this Perhaps will me an Atheist call , And say that I believe no God at all : But oh they judge , they judge amiss , And wond'rously themselves deceive ; For I a mighty Deity believe , To whom ten thousand Sighs , as many Tears , With painfull Groans , and with incessant Pray'rs , As a due Sacrifice each day I give , Which , sometimes , she disdains not to receive ; And one kind thing from her weighs more with me , Than all their Bodies of Divinitie . III. With much more sence , indeed they may , Accuse me of Idolatrie ; That I to you that Worship pay , Which only Heav'n shou'd have from me : But let the wisest of them all , The most precise , and Pharisaical , Tell me , if my Graciana wou'd be kind ; What holy indignation cou'd they find ; What pious zeal , what sanctity of mind , To guard them from a sin so charming sweet , But wou'd fall down , and worship at thy feet ; Striving , like me , in lasting Verse , to raise Eternal Trophies to thy praise . IV. For , if to me she once her Love wou'd give , Graciana's Name shou'd then for ever live , And in each proud , and swelling line , Graciana's Name shou'd like rich Iewels shine : Nor wou'd it less avail , to make My Verse immortal , as her Fame : For consecrated with her Name , All Men wou'd read them for Graciana's sake . The KISS . I. OH , take not this sweet Kiss so soon away , But on these Lips let me for ever stay , This Food , Love's Appetite , can ne'er destroy , 'T is too AEtherial to cloy : The Manna , from Indulgent Heav'n , Which to the murm'ring Iews was giv'n , Did not so many Delicates afford , As in one Kiss of thine are stor'd : But it resembles something more Divine , Like that above , on which bright Angels Dine ; Where , an Eternal Meal by them 's enjoy'd , And yet , with glutted fullness , never cloy'd . II. Me therefore do not you deprive Of my Lifes chief preservative ; Though I confess that it affords to me More than a bare subsistencie : For thy dear Kiss , a kind of tast do's give , How all the blest above do live ; And I methinks , when e'er I joyn My happy Lips to sacred thine ; Am with the joy transported so , That perfectly I do not know , Whether my ravish'd Soul be fled , or no : But this I certainly can say , I feel Pleasures that are unspeakable . Tell me , Graciana , prit●ee doe , For only you the truth can know . If on thy Lips dwell such prevailing Charms , And in thy Kisses such delights abound ; What Ecstasies , what Raptures will be ●ound , Within the Magick Circle of thy Arms. The WRACK . Set by Mr. G. Hart. I. IN vain I strive , with Buis'ness , to remove The pleasing Tormen●s of incroaching Love ; Drest in such beauteous Forms , still He appears , With sweet Delusions , charming all my Fears ; So strongly he allures , and do's invite To follow distant Pleasures , scarce in sight ; That his dear Witchcraft I want strength to shun , But yield , with vast delight , to be undone . II. Such strange Inchantments the sly Boy do's use , His Chains , before my Liberty , I chuse . And though my Ruin , I before me spy , I 'd perish , rather than turn back to fly : So wretched Sailers , in an open Sea , By Treach'rous Syrens , led an unknown way , See the ensuing Storms , their Songs create , Yet want the Pow'r t' avoid their certain Fate . TO Mr P. Berault UPON HIS FRENCH GRAMMAR . WHat equal Thanks ? what Gratitude is due , Industrious Friend from all this Isle to you ? For all your Labour , all your Toil , and Care , In bringing us , from France , their Language here : Their Language , which is sure their richest store , And each Wise man do's prize , and value more , Than all the Goods that came from thence before . Their Language , which do's more the Wit re●ine , Than all their Modes , than all their sparkling Wine And this thou do'st in such a Method teach , As ev'n the least Capacity may reach . By such plain rules , and axiom● thou dost show The Pronunciation , none could better know , Did they to France for their Instruction go . To us , thou mak'st , by this , their Learning known , And in th' Original 't is all our own : Translators oft unfaithfull , and unjust , At second-hand we need no longer trust ; But in their prim'tive Beauty we may see The famous Boileau , and Sieur Scudery ; Now those two mighty Wits we may caress In their own Elegant , and Native Dress , And learn from them , bright Ladies how to praise , In softest Language , and in smoothest Phrase : For French alone so easie is , and free ; So sweetly gentle , that it seems to be At ●irst design'd for , and contriv'd by Love , As th' only Charm , a scornfull Nymph to move . Now sur● our rambling Youth will stay at home , Nor wantonly so oft to Paris roam , Under pretext to learn the Language there , Since you instruct them so much better here . They need no more tempt the unfaithfull Seas , For what your Grammar teaches ( if they please ) With much less charge at home , & much more ease . This , therefore , from thy care we hope to gain , That thy Endeavours may those Sparks detain , Whose roving Minds lead them to France from hence , Meerly ( forsooth , under the slight pretence Of Courtly Breeding , Carriage , Wit , and Sence , ) To learn the Affectation of the Proud , The noise , and nonsence of the Vain , and Loud ; Foisting upon some easie Coxcombs here , Those cast of Vices which they pickt up there . SONG . I. EVadne , I must tell you so , You are too cruel grown ; No smiles nor pity you bestow , But Death in ev'ry frown . My Love , though chast and cons●ant too , Yet no relief can ●ind ; Curst be the slave that 's false to you , Though you are still unkind . II. Were you as mercifull as fair , My wishes wou'd obtain ; But love I must , though I despair , And perish in the pain . If in an Age I can prevail , I happy then shall be ; And cou'd I live , I wou'd not fail To wait Eternally . The same SONG Inverted . By Mr. Walker . EVadne , I must let you know , Your Cruelty is vain ; For if you will no smiles bestow , I scorn your proud disdain . And since my Love , though pure and true , No just relief can find ; Curst be that Fool shall dote on you , When you are still unkind . II. Were you as gentle as you 're fair , I 'd strive your Love to gain ; But I can n●ver court Despair , Nor cherish ne●dless pain . If in a Week I cou'd prevail , Then I might happy be ; But Love and Patience , both will fail , To wait Eternally . The Five following Copies done by Mr. C. G. of AEton-Colledge . A Paraphrase on the 23d Idyll . of Theocritus , from the beginning , to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. I. AN Amorous little Swain Was set to keep His Father's goodly Flock of Sheep , ( Fed in a Common that belong'd to Pan , About the middle of th' Arcadian Plain . ) By chance a noble Youth came by , Whom when his sparkling Eyes did spy His watchfull Eyes , That there stood Centinel , And did perform their office well ; Stoutly prepar'd for every quick surprize . Marking the Beauty of his Angel's Face , Mix't with sweet carriage , and a heavenly grace , Well satisfy'd , they let him pass ; Who having got admittance , did impart The fatal secret to his wounded heart . Charm'd with the Youth he was that Fate had thither brought , Whose Beauty did surpass desire or thought : In making whom , Nature for once did thus presume , To go beyond her Last , to place On a Man's shoulders a fair Womans face ; Or rather to adorn , With more than heav'nly beauty a Terrestial Form. II. But ah ! his Mind , Not like his Angel Face , proud , scornfull , & unkind , Despising those whom Passion , Whom unresisted Passion mov'd To highest admiration ; Those who disdain'd him most , he greatly lov'd : He knew not , nor did he desire to know What Cupid meant , his Arrows , or his Bow , How oft , how usually he throws A Golden Dart , To wound the Heart Of those Who most unconquerable seem , Iear at his Godship , and his Power contemn . Cruel in deed and word , Who never the least comfort would discover , Or one cool drop of ease afford To a despairing , burning , dying Lover . Choler and anger in his Entrails boils , No pleasant smiles , No rosie Lips , nor blushing Cheeks , Nor languish't Eyes that might betray An inward fondness , and might seem to say , I will thy mutual love repay . No comfortable words he speaks ; Nor suffers me to ravish one kind kiss , That entrance to a future , and more perfect bliss : But as a Chased Boar With Vengeance looks upon his Hunter's Spear ; Sets up his Bristles on his back , And roaring makes The Forrest all around , and every Creature quake ; So he beholds the Swain With desp'rate fury and disdain , Adding more fuel to his never-dying flame . III. Disdain did make his Countenance turn pale , And all his other Charms begin to fail ; Anger did banish every Grace From the dominions of his lovely Face , VVhilst cruel Eyes , and harder Heart took place . Yet still the Shepherd finds no Arms Fit to resist these languishing , these fainting Charms , His Angel sweetness he must still adore , Troubled that he could manifest his Love no more . Alas ! how vain and useless all things prove , VVhen enter'd in Damn'd Cupid's School , VVe learn his Precepts , and his Rules , VVhen shackled in the chains of Love , Turn ●ashionable fools ; VVe scarce can call our selves our own , And our affections pay obeisance to anothers Crown . IV. No longer able to contain , Though all was needless , all in vain ; Tears , like a mighty Flood , Did over-flow their Banks , and drown'd Th' adjacent Barren , fruitless , famish'd Ground . Trembling with fear , At last he ventur'd to draw near , VVhere all in Glory stood , The object of his Love , the cause of his Despair . First he presumes to kiss The sacred ground whereon he trod , In hopes of ●uture happiness , But all wou'd do no good . Then strove to speak , But ah ! Disdain and Fear his forwardness did check , And made his half-out lisping words draw back . Forcing himself at last , stutters such words as these : V. O cruel , inexorable , stony Saint , Blind to my Tears , and Dea● to my Complaint ; Sure of some Lyoness , or Tyger born , Unworthy of my Love , as I unworthy of your scorn . A gratefull Gift to you I bring , The welcomest the only thing That now at present do's remain , To ease me of my pain ; To ease me of my Love , and you of your Disdain . And lo , How willingly I go ; How willingly I go , where you By your unkindness , destin me unto ; I go where every Love-sick Mind Is us'd , an universal Remedy to find ; The place is call'd Oblivion's Land , A Lake call'd Lethe in th' midst do's stand : VVhich were it possible that I could dry , In flames unquenchable I still should fry ; Nor cou'd I yet forget thy Name , So oft have I repeated o'er the same , But find , alas ! no liquor that can quench my flame . V. Adieu ! lov'd Youth , eternally adieu ! But scornfull fair first know what doom , Undoubtedly shall on your Beauty come , And from my dying mouth believe it true . The pleasant Day , alas ! is quickly gon , Flowers in th' Morning fresh cut down by Noon ; The blushing Rose do's fade , and wither soon , White Snow do's melt before the scorching Sun ; So youthfull Beauty's full of charms , but all are quickly gon , The time will come when you your self will prove How great a Deity is Love. Charm'd by some beauteous she , You 'll offer up your sacrifice of Tears , And weary her with your continual Prayers ; By Night you 'll sigh , and pine , by Day you 'll woo , But all 's in vain that you can doe , No greater pity will you find , than I from you . Then will your Conscience bring Me into mind , Not to delight , but serve you in your kind ; My restless Ghost shall come , Not to cry Ah! but Io ! at your doom . VI. However grant me this , ev'n this at least ; I 'll ask no more , but grant me this request : That when thou passest by , Thou woul'st not let me unregarded lye , Seeing the fatal Dagger in my Breast . But come , and grieve , and weep a while , I ask not ( what I once so much desir'd ) one smile ; But pull the Dagger from the Wound , And close , and close embrace me round ; Thy Mantle o'er my liveless Body spread , Give me one kiss , one kiss , when I am dead : I ask no more , O grant me this , That thou may'st joyn Thy Lips to mine , And seal them with a meeting , parting kiss . When forc'd by thy unkindness I am fled , Thou need'st not fear that I can then revive , Though such a kiss cou'd almost raise to life . Hew me a stately Tomb to be my Bed , Where Love and I may lay our head . Then leave me , after thou hast three times said , My Friend , my dearest Friend on Earth is dead ; O cruel Death , that canst us two divide ; My friend , my friend , would God that I ●or thee had dy'd . Write this Inscription ( since they are in fashion ) To show how base your scorn , how excellent my passion . Here lyes a Lover , kill'd by Deep Despair ; Stay , Reader , stay , And only be so kind to say , Alas , He lov'd ; Alas , He lov'd a Cruel Fair. CHORUS I. Of Seneca's Agamemnon . FOrtune , thou setter up of Kings , Upon whose smiles or frowns Depends the standing , or the fall of Crowns . What various Chances Fortune brings ? Mounting on deceitfull Wings , She lifteth Kings on high , On Wings of Dignity . Then leaves them all alone , Tells them she must be gone ; So let them stand , or ●all , or rise , With Wings spread out , away she flies . Fortune , how canst thou cheat us so With naughty Goods , yet make a show Of honest Ware ; thou do'st desire Thy Goods shou'd rich , and gay appear , Though they be truly little worth , and truly very dear . II. 'T is not the Scepter , or the bearing sway , Can cares and troubles drive away : One trouble on anothers neck do's come ; The first retreats , another takes his room . The raging Sea contends For passage through the Sands ; The skipping Waves do beat and roar , Falling from a lofty shoar ; So Fortune head-long throws , Chances of Kings , and those That are exalted unto dignitie . Kings wou'd be feared , yet we see , They fear , lest they that fear them shou'd use treacherie . III. 'T is not the Night can give them rest , Whose Hearts with slavish fear are prest ; Nor can sweet sleep expell the care Of them , whose Minds unquiet are . What Pallace is not quickly brought , By Prince's Wickedness , to nought ? VVhat Tower do's not impious Arms VVeary , with continual harms ? All Law and Modesty is fled the Court , No ties of sacred Wedlock there resort . IV. But desperate Bellona stands With quavering Spear , and bloody hands : There stands Erinnys too , beside , The Punisher of Courtly Pride ; Who always waiteth at the door Of such as swell in Wealth and Pow'r , To lay them level every hour : And yet suppose there shou'd be peace , And th' ills pre-mention'd all shou'd cease . V. Still things that are so high , and great , Are over-turn'd by their own weight . If Sails be blown by prosp'rous Wind , We fear those Gales shou'd prove unkind : And Auster smites the Tower that shrouds His lofty top among the Clouds . The little Shrubs , in shades that spread , Do see the tall and ancient Oak , Which blasting Boreas oft has shook , Lie fall'n on th' Ground , wither'd and dead . Flashes of Lightning smite the Mountains high , Great Bodies open to diseases lie . Among the Herd's , Kine that are fat , and best , Are chose for slaughter out from all the rest ; What ever tott'ring Fortune do's exalt , Has only Crutches lent to learn to halt . Low , mean , and mod'rate things bear longest date , That Man is ●ruly , and is only Great , Who lives contented with a mean Estate . Thrice happy is the Man , whose Means do lye Above , or else below curst Fortune's eye ; Too low for Envy , for Contempt too high . C. G. THE PENITENT . I. BY Heav'n ! 't is scarce ten days ago , Since to my self I made a Vow , That I wou'd never have to do With Duserastes more ; Till Wine , and Love , and Ease complying , Bore down before 'em all denying , For having his Perfections , told me , Made me break the Oath I swore ; Threw me head-long to his Arms , Where tasting of his usual charms , No Resolution can with-hold me . Now , who but Duserastes in my eye ; 'T is by his smiles I live , and by his frowns I dye . II. Your Sunny Face , through Cloudy Frowns , in vain Wou'd make my Gazing Eyes abstain , For I as soon can cease to be , As cease to Love , and gaze on thee ; Here cou'd I take up mine Eternitie . As well one may Touch flaming Coals , or with a Serpent play , And yet receive no harm ; As look on you unmoved by your Charms . For my part , I am forc'd to lay down Arms ; Although I 'm fain To be content with nothing but disdain . And since those things are cheap , we easily obtain , I am content a while to live upon despair , Iust as Chamelions do on Air. III. I play and dally on Hells brink , Till I perceive my self begin to sink , Or scorch my self too near so great a fire , And so am forced to retire . Anon forgetfull of my former burn , I must again , I must again return : So do's the little Gnat , by Night , Fly round , and round , the Candles light , Untill its busie daring Wing Too near such heat begins to singe ; Yet still unmindfull of the smart , She must , she will repeat her former sport . IV. Hence , hence , Heroick Muse , adieu , For I must take my leave of you ; Love , that usurps the Rule of my Poetick Vein , Forbids Calliope's Heroick strain ; Charges me nothing to endite , Concerning this or t'other fight , Nor of the Scythian , or the Parthian War to write , Unless to beautifie my Poetry , Those stories to my Love I fitly wou'd apply . And now methinks I feign My self an honest faithfull Scythian , And he a perfidious flying Parthian , Whose turned Dart Strikes his Pursuer swiftly to the Heart : So the more eager Phoebus follow'd on , The swifter Daphne did his Presence shun ; So much the more encreas'd his Passion higher , As the chast little Virgin , she grew shier . I ask not mutual Love in equal weight , But only give me leave to love thee free from hate . To DUSERASTES . O Cruel , Proud , and Fair , Cause of my Love , and cause of my Despair . When first a little sprouting Beard , Those lovely Lips , and Cheeks shall guard , Not soft as Down , but rugged , long , and hard . When lovely Locks , that on your shoulders play , Shall turn to the cold hoary Grey , Or , wasting Time shall eat 'em quite away ; As when too much of working spoils The very heart of fruitfull Soils , And makes 'em , without moisture , hard and dry , All Plants and Herbs do wither , fall , and dye . And when that lovely Red and White , That in your charming Cheeks do meet , That make the Lilly , and the Rose , Their sweetness , and their colour lose , Shall turn to Wrinkles , wan , and pale , And all your other Charms shall fail . Then as you go to gaze Upon you former Angel's face , In your too much frequented Looking-glass ; Then your own Presence will you strive to shun , And thus complain in a forsaken Lover's tone . Why was I ever Young ? Why was not Beauty long ? Why had I ever Charms , or why are they so quickly gone ? The VOW . To the same . I. WHy do you vex me with continual fears , And force out needless Tears ? Why do you tell me I shall surely dye , Since Courteous Heav'n , and I , Both in one resolution do comply ? That whensoever you are fled , unkind ; I will not stay , I cannot stay behind . If envious Fate must strike the Heart , My better part , Why shou'd this liveless lump of Clay Delay To mount the Skies to follow thee away ? Propitious Fate has spun Both threds of Life in one ; I 've made a Vow , yea I have sworn , Nor will I fail ( by Heav'n ) to perform ; We 'll travel both together to our long , long home . II. In spite of Hell , to Heav'n we will glide , And all the heavy World below deride , Attended by Iove's Messengers on either side : Not Charon's shabby Barge , Shall have so great , so glorious a charge : Apollo's Chariot shall us both transport , With Mercury our Guide , Above Moon , Stars , and Sun , we 'll glide , Till we arrive to Iove's Eternal Court , There in Immortal State Shall I on yours , and you on Iove's left hand be set . Nay , further still our Glories shall extend , You shall be worshipp'd as the God of Beauty , To you shall Mortals pay all sacred Duty , My Name shall signifie a Faithfull Friend ; Here shall our love no quarrels know , our joys no end . The Six following COPIES done by Mr. T. B. of Cambridge . An ELEGY on King CHARLES the Second , who dyed of an Apoplexy . NO more , he 's gone , with Angel's Wings he fled , What Mortal Art cou'd keep him from the Dead ? The Miracles of Art were shewn in vain , Such as cou'd give a meaner Life again ; But Miracles were common in his Reign . A Diet in distress no comfort brings , Thus are we sure to lose the best of Kings . Great Charles , or lov'd or fear'd too much by Death ! Our Bribes cou'd get us but a parting breath . Unusual Fate destroy'd our chief design , And ev'ry Sister cut the Royal Twine ; Direfull Solemnities they us'd below , And thrice they gave the irrevocable Blow . Thrice on the Monarch ( for each Nation ) seize , And to his Empire suited the Disease . So did Geryon take his long farewell , And saw two Heads expire before he fell ; So put Alcydes Vict'ry to a stand , And piece-meal fell by an All-conqu'ring hand . Say , envious Stars , did he deserve your spight ; Say , all ye grand Caballers of the Night , Did you remember with regret the Day , When his new Star drove all your Beams away , When the glad Sky did wond'rous smiles dispence , Fear'd you to lose your ancient Influence ? The same good Omen gave our Charles his Birth , As usher'd in Salvation to the Earth . Under one Planet grisly Death was slain , But the same bad him live , and slay again . O ye , just Pow'rs ! That Death ( by Faith o'er-come ) Shou'd lead the Faith's Defender to his Tomb. Britains lament , inspir'd by sorrow , sing , Embalm with Tears and Verse your Gracious King ; Where-ever Death can come , let it be said , In mournfull Elegies , our Gracious King is Dead . A Soul so large , so generous a Mind , As Heav'n all knowing , and as Heav'n all kind . Let the sad News be born through ev'ry Sea , And the Winds groan whilst they the News convey . Our Peacefull Ships will need no Cannon roar , And with the Tidings terrifie the Shoar . What Grief in Neighb'ring States shall not be known , Now the soft link of Amity is gone ? Love has the Nat'ral World to Peace confin'd , But the Political by Charles was joyn'd . What Grief shall not the Foreign Reg●ons shew ? For they have lost their Ioy , and ●onder too . Libyans shall slash their Bre●●●s , and so ●eclare Their outward Grief to Ch●rl●● 〈…〉 there . One , o'er her Gold , corroding Drops shall shed , The other Ind. weep Gems for Iames's head ; No Quarter but shall Sighs and Blessings send , And to a thousand Gods our King shall recommend . Pardon , Great Ghost , your sinfull People spare , And be our Genius with your Princely care . Smiling , the Story of your Troubles tell , And pity the mean Souls who cou'd Rebell . With joy recount the Changes you have known , And all the shapes attend the British Crown . How faithless , as incircling Waves , were We ; How you became the Proteus of our Sea : How on the Wing you 'd now deceive the Foe , Then vanish't into Air unseen you 'd go : How like a stately Oak you 'd sometimes Reign , And with long Scepters awe the shrubby Plain . Such were the forms , Alive , you us'd to have , Immutable and stiff now in the Grave ; Variously prest , and molded up and down , You were reserv'd for an Eternal Crown . A DITHYRAMBIQUE , Made just before the KING and QUEEN Went to Their CORONATION . I. KEep now , my Muse , the great Pindarique road , And fly as if to meet a God , For Iames and Mary are the same ; Ascend my Muse , mount in your Flame , For oh my Soul 's in hast to be abroad ; Our Souls of old were stol'n from on high , And since , as if they fear'd Discov'ry , Sneak here below with dull Mortality , Let mine be open , and confess her Mother-Sky ; Visit the Plains above , and sing Some worthy Transports of a God-like King : What Muse cannot our Iames inspire ; What cannot Royal Mary doe , They give us Theams and Genius too , Fewel at once , and Fire . Leander stretcht along , & buffeted the sawcy Waves , That , when he thought of Life , and Ioy , Dared the kind Thoughts annoy , And threaten him with Graves : The Taper did not only shew his Pathless Way , But made him bold , and strong , Leander stretcht along ; Not only on his Eye it play'd , But follow'd Love through all the Pores he there had made , It glitter'd in his Mind as well as in the Sea. II. Heroes , by Nature , still dispence Vigour and Sence , To the most Thoughtless subject-Clay , Upon the Machins still they shine : The Machins feel a warmeth Divine , And briskly move , and sweetly play . Their Royal sparkling Virtues are The only Stars that have an Influence , And du ' ile as the Gold they wear . This happy England knows ; England is happy in her Sons at last , The Days of Prodigality are past ; For Arms and Arts her Sons grow fit , They gather Courage , and they gather Wit ; In vain their Temper , and their Clime oppose , And once-insulting Neighbours fear , Those Lyons●url ●url their Mains no more , No longer tear the ground , and roar , They see our Iames his England's shape restore , And break the Charms that made her Beast before ; Those Lyons tremble , and reveer , For England once again a Royal Matron do's appear . III. How much indebted must the Coronation be , Heroick Iames , to very Thee , Thy Person wou'd , unrob'd , add to th' Solemnity , Luster to Thee thy Diadem will owe , And Flaming Iewels round thy Head , Like a good Omen spread , Thou do'st on all a noble Stamp bestow , Thy subtile Beams thorough thy People go , And make each Vulgar look to show , Indulgent Planets to their Friends , and Comets to the Foe : Thou , with Illustrious Graces , round Thee hurl'd From Thy own self , do'st Animate the British World ; Poetick Plato , when he made his Deitie , But fancy'd what in Iames wee see , The In●inite was plac'd alone , Amidst his wond'rous Creation ; The Indivisible the Center did possess , And with Extended Spirit , bless The living Circles that his Breath had form'd about his Throne , His Spirit penetrated every-where , And left no point void of the searching Care , Large streams of Inspiration flow'd , And taught the Beings , that they gave , to praise their God. IV. Io , my Muse , the Triumphs just begin , Over our Nations vanquish't sin , Our Animosities and Feuds are done , All those unhealthy Clouds are gone ; Fix't is our Delos now , nor can th' imbracing Sea Flatter her to her old Inconstancie . Awake , my Muse , The comfortable news Reherse , * And tell it to the President of Verse , If such a President of Verse there be , And any way a-kin to Memorie ; How will it work on his Harmonious Mind ? How soft will be his strain , When he shall find His own strange Story acted o'er again ? He 'll smile when e'er You wond'ring tell , Our Delos did become unmoveable ; He 'll strike his Lyre , when You shall praise Our crowned Phoebus , and describe his Rays . Diana too you must recite , The Three-nam'd Goddess naturally bright , Whose Native Glories then were seen , When a vast Tract of Earth was plac'd between , When she deserv'd alone to be a Queen , Tho' , like his Sister , say she now but borrows Light. V. Lo , where Apollo smiling stands , And strikes his Lyre with his Melodious hands , Possest with mighty Pleasure ; Lo Where he has left his Quiver and his Bow ; There are his Arrows lay'd aside , And by the milder Lyre supply'd ; The chearfull sound , the chearfull sound methinks I hear ; And lo , how every Year Dances in decent order here , By the smooth Motion all their Poyson 's spent , And th' Hieroglyphick Snake grows innocent ; At th' chearfull Sound ill-boding Spirits fly , Charm'd from their best-beloved Cruelty , And vanish , like sad Ghosts , that shun the Morning's Eye . Ill-boding Spirits on happy Minutes wait , And boldly vex the Fortunate , And Politickly seize a glad unwary State ; A Coronation pomp gone by , Behind the greedy Vultures fly , The rear's brought up with Iudgments , Plagues , Mortality , And all the poor Spectators dye ; Instead of Medals to be thrown about , Malicious Powers Scatter their Ulcers , and their Sores , And show'r their Tokens on th' Infected Rout , This former times have known , avert it Heaven from ours . VI. Close up , my Muse , the dismal Scene , Leave the Destroying Angels , or Destroying Men ; Our Monarch shall your Musick make , Of honourable Actions speak , Sing of our Present Ioys , and Miseries forsake ; Speak of the Prince that aw'd the Main , And in the Ocean wide began his Reign , Whose Prowess heavy Flemmings understood ; Whose Valour every-where Escap'd the Rocks and Shallows of Despair , Who Noah's lawfull Heir Succeeded in the boundless Empire of the Flood . Shew the undaunted Champion on the shore , Dying his future Robes in Hostile Gore ; Shew him in Peace how easie , and how free , And yet beyond the Reach of Mutinie , Eternal Conquerour ! in Peace he gets a Victorie . He stops not there where other Warriours doe , He do's not always force pursue , He can both Soul and Body too , Mankind in all Capacities subdue : He do's not only use the killing Art , With harmless Skill sometimes he wounds the Heart , And there plants Loyal Veins to quell the trayt'rous part ; The Vital Flame he do's not always damp , But pours a precious Oyl into the gloomy Lamp ; His former Vict'ries are in this o'er-come , And he 's the greatest Conquerour at home . VII . Illustrious Prince , humble and brave , Head of his Country , and his Countries slave ; A Souldier's hardships oft h' endur'd , And in bold Deeds the Prince obscur'd ; As Iove to the Egyptian Beasts was known , Oft he retir'd to our Condition , And thence took Rise to leap into a Throne . He ran through every Task that Subjects bear , Accomplish't , by degrees , for Royal Care ; With Toil he climb'd the Pinnacle of State , His Fortune oft was us'd before 't was great , * And Lawrels did his Head for the Imperial Crown prepare . Theseus and Bacchus thus Ambrosia gain , And with the Healing Nectar calm their former Pain : Thus Hercules upon twelve Trophies rose , He labour'd for , and merited a long Repose . Thus sacred Charles ascends , And visits his Celestial Friends ; Safely he cuts the thund'ring Skies , Adorn'd with new imperious Ioys ; Young Angels kiss each tender Limb , And fondly call him Cherubim , His Saviour and his Sire embrace him as he flies . VIII . Iames , thou hast won 'em , & our Lives are thine , Thousands of ours vouchsafe receive , For that Great One thou woud'st so often give ; That Life which weather'd Storms , & a more damn'd Design , Which can the Devils various shapes decline , In Patience Second Brother of the Stuart's Line . Patience , the stay of angry Fate , That pleases Heav'n when it 's inclin'd to Hate : Patience , that Patience purchases above , By sacred Sympathy , The Bar at which the Heav'ns and We Meet and Agree , Patience the Alchymie , That turns to Gold the Leaden Darts of Love ; By Touch-stone Patience , the creating Counsels know If they have fram'd a Master-piece , or no. In Patience Thetis dip't her Boy , And sent him to defy the Force of Troy ; Patience the Shield which Cyclops beat , Compos'd of Cold and Heat , Struck by the Sword of Envy , or of Spite , The more it sparkles , and confounds the fight . The Icy Sword snaps on the Shield , Spite falls unarm'd , and Envy quits the Field . Thus far th' inconstant style betrays my mind , Wav'ring , as needless , till the Pole they find . But here 't is fix't , since to the Queen 't is brought , The Queen is the Perfection of our Thought : Her Beauty , which can fire the So●id Iames , With ease must put our ●inder Breasts in flames . Such Beauty Heav'ns in Modena misplace , We lay the justest claim to such a Face . Such radiant Eyes our Nation 's loss repay , For the rich Pearls that Caesar bore away ; As in some Vital , where the Scarlet Blood Glides smoothly on , and keeps an equal ●lood ; The brisker Soul rides high , and knows no bound , Expands it self , and slashes round : S● must our Queen , when she shall pass along , So be distinguish't ●rom the Crimson Throng . Hail , Gracious Queen of Beauty , and of Wit , In whom the two best Characters are writ , From the blest Hills ; Oh , Aiding Goddess ! You Both warm our Climate , and our Fancies too . What Off'rings for such Presents cou'd we bring , If we had not been happy in a King. To Their GRACES , THE DUKE and DUTCHESS OF ALBEMARLE , Upon Their Voyage for IAMAICA . Great Sir , YOur Presence still we wou'd implore , Did not the Indies court You to their shore ; Thence rising Glory drives our Grief away , And only Envy can desire your stay . Tremble we might , and dread Ano●her's Doom , But Your strange Blessings promise more to come . We that beheld how Riches slow'd to Thee , Need not suspect a Tributary Sea ; Nor can we fear that Danger 's there design'd , Where Providence has made the Rocks so kind : Prodigious Fortune must on him attend , To whom the Waves such pleasing Monsters send ; Your Father's Spirit , sure on th' Water mov'd , Wont to restore the Gallant Men he lov'd . Go then , lov'd Prince , Success your Actions crown , Guarded with vertuous Honours there unknown : How shall your Star shine on the new-found Coast , And please the Pride of the Edward's Ghost , So far out-doing his Prophetick Boast . The George by him pent up in Lands he knew , Will make the utmost Conquest under You. How shall the slaves to Labour born , and Toil , When Your kind Person shall refresh the Isle , Wonder with joy to see each other smile ? The Spirits which , to them , You shall dispence , So much their once-vex't Souls will influence , That they shall banish all sad sorrows thence . What ease shall Natives , what delight possess , Who from blest You derive their Happiness ? New Kings at home have Acts of Grace bestow'd , And Albemarle gives Iubilees abroad . Madam , 'T was no desert in us , we own , So long detain'd You to our selves alone ; No Worth of ours , but Charity in You , Gave more to Us than was by Nature due . Your Grace for Universal Comfort made , As the Day-Beams are round the Globe display'd , Shou'd equally distribute Light and Shade . And Beauties still of Alexander's mind , In one poor World too narrowly con●in'd : But these two Conqu'rours do this Diff'rence keep , Fate will not let the charming Victress weep . When Thund'ring Spaniards Mexico did seize , Indians surprized , thought 'em Deities . By suff'ring since , taught what the Furious are , Now wisely will adore the soft and fair ; Even from their Sun to gentler warmth they 'll ●ly , And at Your Rays their smother'd Souls supply ; They 'll thank the Heav'ns that made their Herbs for smoke , And sacrifice Plantations , You t' invoke . Their teeming Soil vast Treasures needs must give , For You can ripen where the Planets leave : Your chearfull Eyes all sorrow shall destroy , And fill their Hearts with Plenty , and with joy . What cannot Greatness , Wit , and Beauty doe , Such constant Bliss is to Your Presence due , As if their Spring but Prophesy'd of You ? Ovid. Amor. lib. 2. Eleg. 15. A Ring Presented to his Mistress . GO , sparkling Ring , my Fair one 's finger bind , Shine there , and tell what Flames you le●t behind . Leap on the tender Ioint with eager Zeal , And may she smile , and entertain thee well . Close may her Finger be to Thee embrac'd , As Fate has made my Arms to clasp her Was● . Thou little Ring , how happy must thou be , Handl'd by Her , and Envy'd ev'n by Me. Rais'd to my Heav'n , a Comet thou wilt prove , And vex the quiet Government of Love. Now for a Spell , that I my Gift might grow , To rifle all the Charms my Fair can show . Then as her naked Skin she ever prest , Or hid her hand within her heaving Breast ; With joy grown big I 'd quit my former hold , And send to better Mines th' enliv'ned Gold. Then when she seals her Letters with my Gem , ( Let not my Ruine be contriv'd in them ) Lest the soft Wax refuse to let me go , What balmy Kisses will her Lips bestow ? Then , if hence Betty with this Ring she cries , And throw it where my other Plunder lyes . Shrunk with the fright , I 'll lengthen a Delay , I 'll gently squeeze her , and my Love betray . Disgrace from me , my sweetest , never fear , I am a pretty Woman's Ring , my Dear . Let You and I go to the Bath's alone , And let the fruitfull Waters change my Stone . O , Madam , then , Madam , the Blessing then , Passion shall teach your Ring the Crimes of Men. But these are Dreams , my little Gift , adieu , Say I adore Her , and have offer'd You. TO AFER . MARTIAL . Epig. 31. lib 4. THis for an hundred Pound 's engag'd to me , That Merchant owes me two , that Banker three . The Chamberlain runs deeper in my score , And the Exchequer keeps a thousand more . The new Plantations raise my Treasure much ; Beside a Trade with Spaniards , and the Dutch. The same dull Tale Afer so oft you tell , I scarce remember my own Name so well . Afer , I faint , my Patience quite is lost , I cannot hear your Gains , but to your Cost . Without reward , such Torture who will bear , Poundage is due for every Summ , I hear . An Excuse for not Rhiming in the Time of the Rebellion . 'T IS true , my Friend , my Style is mean and low ; But if you like it , 't is no longer so . What to the unkind World do's Humble seem , Lovers and Friends may raise by their Esteem ; E'er since the Image of Immortal Love , Made Dust and Ashes fit for Ioys above . Yet though I had as clear and smooth a Vain , And Sung as well as any Iovial Swain . Though I cou'd force the Dulness of our Clime , And aid the Lab'ring Fancy with my Rhime ; Heighten my thoughts , expel the Clouds from thence , Or strike from them Flashes of Wit and Sence . War wou'd disorder my soft Spirits quite , And , like a Plague infect , and make them fight . Rebellious War all Melody destroys , From Plow-men's Whistle , to the Laureat's Voice . Swords fright the Muses●rom ●rom their peacefull seat , And Poets are the first they captivate . Minerva's easie , while her Garment flows , Dress her in Armour , and how stiff she goes ? The Harps that drew wild Mortals from the Wood , And taught the Harmony of Common good , By just proportion of their tunefull strings , Rank't People , Gentry , Nobles , and their Kings . Hence is it when State-Unisons expire , They barbarously slay their Parent Lyre . FINIS . BOOKS lately Printed for Benj. Crayle , at the Peacock and Bible at the West-end of St. Paul's . I. THE Glory of God's Revenge against the bloody and detestable Sins of Murther and Adultery , Expressed in Thirty Modern Tragical Histories : To which are annexed the Triumphs of Friendship and Chastity , in some Illustrious Examples , with several Letters interwoven , suitable to each Story . By Tho. Wright , M. A. sometime Moderator of St. Peter's Colledge , Cambridge . Octavo . II. Delightfull Novels , Exemplified in Eight choice and Elegant Histories , lately related by the most Refined VVits , with Interludes . Twelves● Price 1. S. III. 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Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A30923-e6570 * Wood● Auth●● anoth●● Spee●● * The noble and sordid Passions . * Doctors . (a) Old Doctors . (b) Young Physi●ians . (a) Having learned Latin by reading the Latin Poets . (b) My Brother . (c) The Three Humours of the Eye , and its several Tunicks . (d) Ad infimum ventrem . (e) Morbi in infimo ventre , Di●rrhaea , &c. (f) Venae Lactea . (g) Secundum Opinionem Galinist . contra receptaculum commune . (h) Per Diaphragma . (i) De cordis Structura . (k) My deceased Brother . (l) De Motu Cordis . Notes for div A30923-e41050 (a) Circumcision . (b) Baptism . (a) Meaning the Muse. (b) The lady being painted with a Bough of Bays in her Hand . Notes for div A30923-e100700 (a) Trees of the Ladies own setting in her Garden . (b) Being at the Fall of th' Leaf . (a) The Lady having Skill in Physick . (a) The Lady being Painted wi●h a Bough o● Bays in her Hand . Notes for div A30923-e135630 * Most of this Fourth Stanza is an Allusion to an Old Poetical Fa●le , and parallels the King and Queen , in some respects , to the Heathen Deities , Apollo and Diana . * The Motto of the King's Medal . A52865 ---- The New academy of complements erected for ladies, gentlewomen, courtiers, gentlemen, scholars, souldiers, citizens, country-men, and all persons, of what degree soever, of both sexes : stored with variety of courtly and civil complements, eloquent letters of love and friendship : with an exact collection of the newest and choicest songs à la mode, both amorous and jovial / compiled by the most refined wits of this age. 1669 Approx. 458 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 146 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). 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A52865) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 63258) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 326:4) The New academy of complements erected for ladies, gentlewomen, courtiers, gentlemen, scholars, souldiers, citizens, country-men, and all persons, of what degree soever, of both sexes : stored with variety of courtly and civil complements, eloquent letters of love and friendship : with an exact collection of the newest and choicest songs à la mode, both amorous and jovial / compiled by the most refined wits of this age. Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706. Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. [9], 270, [16] p. Printed for Samuel Speed ..., London : 1669. Added engraved t.p. "Compiled by L.B. [Lord Buckhurst], Sir C.S. [Sir Charles Sedley], Sir W.D. [Sir William D'Avenant] and others, the most refined wits of this age"--Halkett & Laing (2nd ed.). Advertisement: p. [9] at beginning and p. [14]-[16]. 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Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 17th century -- Miscellanea. 2002-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-12 Olivia Bottum Sampled and proofread 2002-12 Olivia Bottum Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE NEW ACADEMY OF COMPLEMENT THE NEW Academy OF COMPLEMENTS , ERECTED For Ladies , Gentlewomen , Courtiers , Gentlemen , Scholars , Souldiers , Citizens , Country-men , and all persons , of what degree soever , of both Sexes . Stored with Variety of Courtly and Civil Complements , Eloquent Letters of Love and Friendship . WITH An Exact COLLECTION Of the Newest and Choicest SONGS à la Mode , Both Amorous and Jovial , COMPILED By the most refined Wits of this Age. London : Printed for Samuel Speed , neer the Inner Temple-gate in Fleetstreet . 1669. To the Reader . IF thou a Fresh-man art , and thorough bent , To bear Loves Arms , and follow Cupids Tent , Finde whom to love ; The next thing you must do , Learn how to speak her fair , to write , and wooe . Last having won thy Mistriss to thy lure , I 'le teach thee how to make her love endure . This is my aim , I 'le keep within this place , And in this Road my Chariot-wheel I 'le trace , Whilst thou dost live , and art a Batchel●r , The love of one above the ●est pre●er , To whom thy soul says , Thou alone content me , But such a one shall not from heaven be sent thee . Such are not dropt down from the Azure Sk●e , But thou must seek her out with busie eye . Well knows the Huntsman where his toyls to set , And in what Den the Boar his teeth doth whet . Well knows the Fowler where to lay his Gin ; The Fisher knows what Pool the Fish are in , And thou that studiest to become a Lover , Learn in what place most Virgins to discover : Which having done , make one thy sole delight , Then thou must study to dissemble right ; Swear by her Beauty , seemingly be loath To break the Bond of such a sacred Oath : Sigh when she sighs , and what thou seest her do , By imitation strive to do so too . Gaze on her eyes , and when thou seest her sip , K●ss thou the Glass where she shall place her Lip. But I 'le no longer keep thee at the door , Peruse the Book , for that will teach thee more . An Advertisement To all Gentlemen , Booksellers , or others . WHereas Samuel Speed Bookseller , hath lately disposed himself to a Wholesale Trade for Books , not making any Appearance of that Imployment , as formerly he did , These are to certifie , That those persons that please to apply themselves to him for Books , shall be as well used as by any person whatsoever ; And whosoever hath any Study , or Library of Books , or Copies , either in Manuscript , or such as have been already Printed , to dispose of , shall receive from him the full Value thereof , to the said Parties ample Satisfaction . Complemental Expressions towards Men , Leading to The Art of Courtship . SIR , Your Goodness is as boundless , as my desires to serve you . Sir , Your Vertues are the Load-stones that draw even your enemies to love and to admire you . Sir , It is my profession to appear in all places a servant to your Merits . Sir , I have nourisht in my self a continual care of seeking opportunities to do you service . Sir , You have so pursued me with your favors , that I am capable of no other pleasure , but to entertain them . Sir , Such is your deserts and my necessity , that I want both words and services to express how unfeignedly I honor you . Sir , Your bounties have been showr'd upon me with such excess , that I am uncapable of a Complement . Sir , I shall desire no greater glory from you , than new proofs of my obedience . Sir , When I have finisht your desires , I should in●reat you to reserve some new Commands , so great a pleasure I take in being yours . Sir , You have deserved more services from me , than my life is able to perform . Sir , Such is the excess of my affection , that all my ●assions do but wait upon your good fortunes . Sir , I confess I never merited the effects of such nobleness , as that you should account of me as an object for your vertuous inclinations . Sir , The pleasure I entertain to consider your goodness , is more satisfaction to me , than my advancement . Sir , Should I not render you thanks for your many favors , I should die of a deep impatience . Sir , Your goodness hath forced me to a silence , that I am not able to render you sufficient thanks for so great a favor . Sir , You are so highly generous , that I am altogether sencesess . Sir , With the same joy that I formerly en braced your friendship , I entertained the good news of your happy Marriage ; and shall love you with the same passions as before . Sir , I have made a vow to honor you all my life , and not to remit one point of the passion I have to do you service . Sir , I am daily in disquiet , and shall be , till some occasion be offered me suddenly wherein I may appear to you to be more than verbal . Sir , This tyranny of your humor or inclination , is too great a punishment for me to groan under . Sir , 'T is my ambition to conserve the Honor I have obtained of being your servant . Sir , You are so noble in all respects , that I have learn'd to love , as well as to admire you . Sir , I am grown jealous of your generosity , your favors come so fast on me , that I shall be forced to seem ingrateful . Sir , Your passions are mine ; Nor can I live more in freedom , than when I am bound to you in the bonds of Friendship . Sir , You are the rising Sun which I adore . Sir , I wear you in my heart . Sir , You are the Star I reach at . Sir , You are the Miracle of Friendship . Sir , Your Goodness wants a President . Sir , You have the power to sway me as you please . Sir , Be pleased to instruct me how I may thank your love . Sir , I am your Friend , and that word speaks me wholly yours . Sir , You have so far engaged me , that I know not what I can do , that is not at your command . Sir , Wh●n I would admire you , you wrap me up in wonder . Sir , My zeal is so fervent towards you , that I am sick with passion . Sir , 〈◊〉 you have not cast off the name of Friend , make 〈◊〉 companion of your cares . Sir , I take so much pleasure in serving you , that I am proud to please you . Sir , You are the onely Anchor of my hopes . Sir , I shall study to chronicle your Vertues . Sir , Fear no dangers , my Arms shall be your Sanctuary . Sir , You are so full of fair desert , that I have no faculty but what is yours . Sir , You are so highly noble , that your Purse is my Exchequer . Sir , I am a captive to your Honor , and your fair Example steers me . Sir , You● Complements call your Faith in question . Sir , You tell me stories midnight would blush to hear . Sir , The Ocean 's not more boundless than your Favors . Sir , Be confident of my affection , while I have room to lodge you in my bosom . Sir , I am sick till I see you , whose presence is my restorative . Sir , Your Language is more dubious than an Oracle . Sir , You have the power to steer me as you please . Sir , I am in so great an Extasie for your safety , that passion , like midnight , sits upon my thoughts . Sir , To be obedient to your Commands , is a duty I am proud of . Sir , The blessings of your Mistriss fall upon you . Sir , I 'le rath●r doubt an Oracle , than question what you deliver . Sir , My want of power to pay those Debts I owe to you and Honor , makes me accuse my fortunes . Sir , I yield my self to your direction , manage me at your pleasure . Sir , Your Accomplishments speaks you the Muses Darling ; you have suckt the Marrow of the Court. Sir , You are amorous as the youthful May. Sir , I 'le be just to you , as Heaven to Truth . Sir , I 'le out-wait a Bayliff to attend you . Sir , You value my weak deserts with too much partiality . Sir , Necessity hath neither law , nor shame ; for contrary to my nature , I am forced to become an humble and an earnest Suit●r to you . Sir , You have over-run the world in Honors Race . Sir , I am honor'd in this Acknowledgement . Sir , I shall inform the Lady of your zeal in her Commendation . Sir , Be pleased to instruct me how I may requite your love . Sir , You have power to oblige my soul. Sir , I must die , or live to be ungrateful . Sir , Let me beg the trouble of a pardon ; if I have mi●tted those honors due to your desert● . Sir , Without a Complement , I am your Friend , and that one word speaks me wholly yours . Sir , Pray admit this stranget to your knowledge , his deserts will requite your trouble . Sir , Since I must be conquer'd by your courtesies , 't is my glory to be your slave . Sir , Having your favor I am rich , without it none so miserable . Sir , I shall not be more importunate than mannerly . Sir , This Visit is as welcome , as the greatest honor you could do me . Sir , May your own Vertues be your Guard. Sir , I congratulate your happy presence . Sir , May this meeting create a lasting League of Amity betwixt us . Sir , I should be entirely happy , should I finde an occasion to imprint the Characters of your Vertues in my brest , by a more firm acquaintance . Sir , Your Civilities have endear'd you to me ; you shall rule as a Plant in the O●b of my affections . Sir , May your love be fortunate , that delights may stream into your bosom . Sir , The pleasures of the morning wait upon you . Sir , Your Vertue and Eloquence make you immortal upon earth . Sir , From the first time that I beheld you , I have made it my zeal to express my self your most humble servant . Sir , If you love , as you say you do , you will have patience : True love will last a siege . Sir , It is the design of my Ambition to be passionately your most faithful servant . Sir , The pleasure I have in your love , and the assurance of my own innocency , hath caused me to give this new remembrance of my being wholly yours . Sir , Rather than loose your company , I would compass the utmost bounds of the Terrestrial Globe . Sir , I am yours , and will be so , though fate & death forbid . Sir , I am in earnest , 't is not my humor to treat my friends with dreams . Sir , This your Barbarity to your Friend , shall not make me forget you , nor my own duty , for though the strongest love oftentimes degenerates into the greatest hate , yet I am resolved to live and die yours . Sir , Your suit is an impertinent trouble to us both , for be assured it is as possible for the Stars to forget their course , as for me to love you . Sir , Nothing shall rob my heart of the fair image of your Vertues , but Death it self . Sir , Your Bounty exceeds the small slock of my Merits , that durst not have entertained such an ungrateful thought , as to be worthy of those favors you afford me . Sir , It is by your bounty I am enabled to make a Present , accept therefore of this small one , that the world may testifie how much I glory to proclaim the first Founders of my estate . Sir , I have ●ound you so much my faithful friend hitherto , that I doubt not but you will appear so herea●ter , if need require . Sir , Fortune is now propitious , and hath sent you this grateful acknowledgement for all your favors . Sir , Your Minde c●ntains a Spring of Vertue , each day affords me a fresh Character of your Friendship . Sir , Your reality hath gained my affection , and I want nothing more , than an occasion to testifie my acknowledgements . Sir , Fortune is now turn'd Strumpet , and extorts from me an interest for the sum of favors she formerly did trust me with . Sir , Fortune , I thank her , hath now brought me acqu●inted with Necessity ; for this is my opportunity of embracing so rich a Treasure as your self . Sir , Be wise , and as the Proverb saith , Look before on leap ; he is happy that can withstand a Tempta●ion with a noble Resolution . Sir , Should I twine my arms to Cable , sit up all ●ight like a Watching Candle , and di●til my Braines through my Eye-lids , yet I must love you ; I then losing you , and you me , who is the third person shall hinder us●punc ; Sir , You seem to be a man of much reading , you talk of nothing but of warbling Rhapsodies . Sir , You understand your Authority over me , I dare not deny my endeavors to perform whatsoever you shall please to command . Sir , Heaven which hears and answers prayers , give a blessing to all your vertuous desires . Sir , The late courtesies you did me , are but borrowed , and like an honest Tenant , I shall provide my Rent against the time of your demand . Sir , I would advise you to be careful of your Honor , but I doubt you were never yet right worshipful . Sir , Let this suffice , I am satisfied ; your innocency hath cleared my jealousie . Sir , I am ignorant wherein I am guilty of any thing may prompt you to suspect either my love , or duty . Sir , I cannot be so tedious in the performance of your Commands , as you are to employ me . Sir , Farewel , you are grown rude ; I dare not hear you farther . Sir , I hate your base desires , you and your lust continue , till shame work an amendment . Sir , Sin is a brave Orator ; you give your lusts the golden titles of pleasure and delight , but forget what bitterness attends the end . Sir , I submit to your Censure , either to approve or to condemn , you are the Oracle of the Court. Sir , Be not daunted , Love and Fortune joyn with the Cou●agious . Sir , I should sin , should I suspect your Vertue , whose glory it is to vanquish all deceits . Sir , Such is my interest in your prosperity , that I will never condemn fortune , whil● she makes you her Darling . Sir , Pardon me , if my presumption hath run beyond the rules of good manners . Sir , Adieu , may pleasures be your attendance , whilst I court your return . Sir , In all your dangers , let my bosome be your religious sanctuary . Sir , Your Bounty hath added so many feathers to my wings , that I am in haste to do you service . Sir , May we from this day date our immortal friendship . Sir , I cannot stoop too low in my observance to your desires . Sir , Your fortunes are your own , but your fate is mine . Sir , You humble your self in exalting me . Sir , I would beg a favour of you , but my modesty bids me stay . Sir , I am ready to obey , no man can be more proud of your commands . Sir , Let me beg your acceptance of a trifle , onely the earnest of my gratitude . Sir , 'T is your presence that compleats our joys . Sir , My blessings are derived from you . Sir , Pursue your pleasures , my life shall be engaged to your interest . Sir , I would thank you for the honour you have done me , but shame and my fearful blushes teach me a farther duty . Sir , I must blushing leave you , having nothing to requite you with but words . Sir , You are kinde in this friendly Visit , your welcome , and my thanks are infinite . Sir , Let us embrace as friends , and not as Courtiers . Sir , Sleep is not more welcome to the wearied Tra●●ller , than you are to my House . Sir , My entertainment speaks me most freely welcome . Sir , Let me know your ground for this suspition . Sir , How have my actions rendred me suspected ? Sir , Envy hath no power to hurt your fame . Sir , Malice can never blemish your deserts . Si● , My submission waits upon your pardon . Sir , Nothing is wanting , but my all , your presence . Sir , One that desires to serve you sends this paper to salute your hands . Sir , You bestow too great an Honor on him that is your creature . Sir , Teach me to be grateful , I dare presume my soul would be apt to learn any thing that might tend to your service . Sir , My Thanks and the endeavours of my life are a debt I owe to you . Sir , I shall be your debter , if you keep me in your minde . Sir , I have one sute , and shall dare to beg no more . Sir , I ●latter my own discretion in nothing more than in loving you . Sir , I am proud when a kinde opportunity makes me yours . Sir , Understand your own worth , and then know I can have no power to slight any occasion of s●rving you . Sir , Your love is the Exchequer of my Wealth . Sir , The rough humours of your age , are unfit to be compelled with the smooth brows of youth . Sir , I beseech you be more sparing of your courtesies , lest the world take you for a prodigal . Sir , Be not so inconstant in your affection , lest in the conclusion you appear too much like the Marygold , to open at the Sun-shine of prosperity , and to ●hrink before the clouds of adversity . Sir , By your singular Character , the Lady seems to be so rarely accomplish'd , that to her onely , I commit the Treasures of my life and fortunes . Sir , My late confidence hath this excuse , that neither Fate nor Fortune delighteth in a Coward . Sir , I will rather hazard my reputation , than be negligent of your Commands . Sir , I will endeavour hereafter to encounter your graces and courtesies , with an unwearied constancy in the roads of Vertue . Sir , Let me be still a sharer in your savors , so shall I grow proud of my own fortunes . Sir , This part of the world shar●s in your prosperity , since you were born to serve your Prince , and to command his people . Si● , My onely glory in your service , is to be humble and to obey . Sir , Your Endowments shine beyond the degree of brightness . Sir , Your inventing new Fables , speaks you a good Poet , and me a good subject for your Romant●ck Fancy . Sir , Your good Fortune and noble Resolutions shine so clear in all employments , that it appears Nature made all things to honor you . Sir , Your Vertues are so well known , you cannot think I ●latter . Sir , I never had those ambitious thoughts to think you could affect so imperfect a creature as my self . Sir , Your Vertues may give a lustre to a Princes Court. Sir , Without you , the States necessities encrea●e . Sir , I could not allot more moderate limits to my Ambition , than to do you service . Sir , You can never die , succeeding Chronicles will give a life to your Heroick acts . Sir , If you command , I will despise the worst of fate , or bow to the infelicities of cruel fortune . Sir , My appetite is sick , for want of a capacity to digest your Favours . Sir , Whatsoever your designs are , let your reputation continue fair . Sir , He that tramples on your fame , stamps upon the reputation of the whole Court. Sir , Your Vows have so amaz'd me , I know not how to answer . Sir , In all shapes and under the most fearful aspects that can appear , I am yours . Sir , I will forbear commending you , since all that I can say is dishonorable to your deserts . Sir , The chief objects of my thoughts hath been the glory of your Name . Sir , I prostrate my presumption at your feet , I shall lose happiness if you forsake me . Sir , My very thoughts are yours , you have an interest in them as well as me . Sir , All my acknowledgments come far short of the obligations I owe to your honor . Sir , You mistake my disposition , if you judge I affect praises , Heaven never made me so intemperate . Sir , Should not my friendship appear on any occasion to serve you , it would r●main as a recluse . Sir , The World would be so unpeopled , and Nature would loose her pride , were there no such men as you to maintain their Honours . Sir , Your Vertue can be recorded by none but by your self . Sir , Though you injure me , my humility shall make me silent . Sir , Though your anger seems to thunder , I can forbear no longer . Sir , Your favors come so fast , they will neither suffer me to be miserable , nor to seem so ▪ Sir , Your actions are so vertuous , they carry an authority always with them . Sir , Build not too much on your confidence , lest you tyre him whom you have so often injur'd . Sir , If you alledge excuses for so poor a trifle , you make your self a stranger to my love . Sir , You fetch your conceits too far , they transcend the subject on which you do bestow them . Sir , Your fortunes are fair , but your judgement may be admir'd . Sir , Your excellent qualities might become the presence of a Prince . Sir , It is by your contents or discontents , that I measure the necessities and fatalities of this world . Sir , Your favors have raised me so high , that I seem to stand upon a precipice , and to discern my fall with the greater terror . Sir , I have long since learnt , a Lovers religion is to swear and forswear . Sir , I have a new life in being yours , your goodness gives me a new creation . Sir , Futurity shall crown the Reliques of your Honored Ashes with Palms and Laurels . Sir , I shall not hold my self absent from you , whilst I retain any room in your heart and memory . Sir , You are the heir of a rich inheritance , the evidence of your Vertue entitles you to Heaven . Sir , 'T is no wonder there is so little goodness in the world , since by the rich stock of Vertue that rests in you , others are become bankrupts ! Sir , I owe my good Fortune to your favourable assistance . Sir , My wishes go along with your endeavours , may your desires be happily performed . Sir , I should prove cruel to my self , should I neglect one that nobly loves me . Sir , Forbear your hasty protestations , I do believe your soul 's without a blemish , and I glory in my choice . Sir , Leave your superfluous Language , I am none of those Ladies that are enamoured with flattering Acrosticks ; or to have their names so dis-jointed in an Anagram , 't would puzzle ten Magicians to set them together again . Sir , You have a good smack at Poetry , and I grant you too , Love and Poesie are divine , commonly infused together ; yet 't is ordinarily tyed to rules of flattery . Sir , Your Oratory makes me suspect your faith , let it suffice I love you ; Nor shall it be long ere Hymen shall seal the Contract . Your very servant , Sir. Complements towards Ladies , Gentlewomen , Maids , &c. MAdam , It is a vain illusion , if you dream that ever you can gain a reputation by my ruine . Madam , The grace of eloquence is seated on your lips . Madam , Your beauty is the conqueress of man , who is never to be satisfied with the lustre of your eyes . Fair one , your feature and your vertues excel all mortal sence . Madam , When I see you I am in paradice , it is then that my eyes carve me out a feast of Love. Madam , Mortal eyes are never to be satisfied with the wonders of your beauty . Madam , Your complexion clear as is the skie , was never fram'd but to be ador'd . Madam , Though my person is removed from you , my purpose is not , for I still retain and will till death , the resolutions of being , Madam , Yours . Madam , I dare be confident you have too much Vertue to study the Art of dissimulation . Madam , Be faithful to him that dares look on death to preserve you , or indure all the despights of fortune to defend your reputation . Madam , Your beauty hath so bereav'd me of my fear , that I do account it far more possible to die , than to forget you . Fairest , Take this for a certain truth , I shall rather choose to abhor my self , than to pitch my affectionate resolutions on any object but the excellence of your beauty . Madam , Your Kindred may be cruel in keeping us asunder , but my heart shall never stray from the duty it bears to your Vertues . Madam , I shall ever sacrifice the best of my endeavours to the favour of your affections . Madam , It was not through a conceit of my own deserts , that I have shot at so fair a mark as your Vertuous and innocent fair self , my presumption hath onely this excuse , it was directed by Love , and I may well stray , when my guide is blind . Madam , You have vanquished me , I am an eternal prisoner to your beauty . Fairest , Your beauty is Loves Copy to read won●ers on . Madam , Your soul is so divinely bright , that what 〈◊〉 otherwise dare not approach to you , lest it sees its ●wn deformity . Madam , You have my prayers at all times , though you go hence , we cannot be absent from one another , ●ince I have placed you in the secret cabinet of my ●eart . Oh Madam , If the thoughts of your departure make me melancholly , the real absence will be a misery worse than death . Fair Maid , It is cruelty to frown at parting , that ●loud bids me expect a storm , but oh what bliss I find in this deceit ; you seem angry by your ●rowns , and yet each brow lodges loves deity within it . Lady , I did not intend to have written to you , but my affection hath overswayed my reason , be not still cruel lest you make me so desperate , that I shall be no longer either my own or yours . Madam , Since I want merits to equallize your Vertues , I will for ever mourn for my imperfections . Dear Love , My heart will not suffer my tongue to utter that fatal word ●arewel , since when I l●ave you , I shake hands with my most perfect object of Beatitude . Madam , If you know not how to love , I know not how to live , unless in torments . Madam , Be pleased to wear this Diamond , which comes with an Ambition to recover a greater lustre by your smiles . Madam , Make me poor , or miserable , use your pleasure with me , so you enrich me with your love . Dear Lady , Must I needs part with all my felicities at once , Then adieu fair Sun of my soul , and suppose ● am with you , for we cannot part , since our hearts so firmly are united . Fair One , Adieu , Be still more fortunate , and le● cruel , whilst I , though the most unhappy , resolve to continue constant . Madam , Unless you give me your self , it lies not i● your Art or power to requite that affection wherewith I do adore you . Madam , I never yet offered my affections to any beauty but your own , since then you have the preheminence above all others , be favourable to him that gives it , and with it , himself wholly to your disposal . Madam , give me but the favour to suffer me to discover my affections , and then if you shall think fit , silence me to perpetuity . Madam , Remember my respects when you are gone hence , It will be some consolation to me , though I have not the sight of your fair eyes , if I may be assured you have me but sometimes in your thoughts . Fair Lady , My whole estate is summ'd up in your smiles . Madam , What crime of mine hath raised your angry frowns ? Madam , To call you fair , is an Epethite beneath your beauty . Madam , Cupid hath fixt himself in your eyes , and wounds all that come but near him . Blush fair Creature , Blush , since to be coy , is to be cruel , and to be cruel , is to be otherwise than what you seem , a Beauty . Fairest , It is now high time to cherish my desires , let them be no longer prisoners to the shades of silence . Dear Madam , Your love is the perfection of my desires . Fairest , Make me so happy , as to raise my affections to the honor of being yours . Madam , Be wise and dote not so much upon your own beauty , the man with the bald pate can so alter your physnomy , that in a short time it shall fright you more than a Judge doth a Thief . Madam , 'T is past your Art to shun me , I will put a Girdle round about the world but I will finde you , Madam , You are the Queen of Beauties , your vertues give a commanding power to every mortal . Fair Lady , 'T is your beauty is the divinity which mortals desire to know and to admire . Lady Fine , Your Tyrant-beauty hath but a short reign , you cannot say 't is yours , for you cannot dispose of it , nor possess it long . Madam , 'T is true you are handsome , but remember Faces are like Books , they that study them do best know them , and the truth is , they are liked onely as they please the Courteous Reader . Madam , Why will you shun me ; let me but view my wealth , otherwise where is my comfort more than if I should think to feed my eyes with looking on a Cask of Jewels in the dark ? Dear Lady , I am happy in loving you , but the most unhappy if you deny your love . Dear Madam , Compleat my Joys , or the Gods themselves will rob me of you . Madam , I am sick of love , be you my Physitian or I shall suddenly expire . Coy Mistriss , Once I loved you , but have learned more wit now than to follow such a blinde guide as Cupid . I faith Widdow , I am in love , and 't is with you , the untoward boy Cupid has wounded me , 't is such a busie Urchin no person can be quiet for him , He glides through the Isle of man in a minute , gets into Middlesex ; and keeps his Christmass there till he 's fir'd out , with heat and flames . Scornful Girl , Can you imagine I ever did intend to dote , especially on that small stock of beauty of yours , which serves only to convince me , you are not extreamly ugly . Exc●llent Beauty , Painters , Poets , nor Players were ever guilty of half so many cruelties , as you ( by the darts of your eyes ) do exercise on those that admire you most . Dear Madam , When I am absent from you , I am sick of love , but every visit gives somewhat of consolation to my passion . Lady , I am wholly yours , it is your beauty that hath taken me from my self . Madam , Your Vertues are my meditations ; you and my thoughts are never absent . Madam , you are the admiration of the world , like a fair picture you draw all mens eyes to see and wonder . Fair Creature , You are that rich Cabinet wherein Nature hath lockt up all her ra●ities . Madam , So to usurp an Authority , is according to neither Law nor Reason . Fair one , This kiss from your inspiring hand , will add to my former happiness . Madam , This Favor , and you Crown your Servant . Madam , Your Beauty hath the Art to teach Christians to turn Idolaters . Madam , Be merciful or I am miserable , your eyes are as the Ambassadors of life or death . Divine Lady , Could I be one of those wise men that rule the stars , you might then conclude , I might be able to govern my own affections . Madam , If there be a Heaven to reward vertues , your name will be recorded in the Register of Saints . Madam , Your frowns are the emblems of death , but your smiles give me a second being . Madam , To be absent from your service is a Torment , since every of your Commands afford me a new Creation . Madam , I have pass'd my vows , to confirm them , I give you my heart and hand , to continue yours till death . Madam , Confirm me in your favour with a smile . Fair One , I 'le pay the last tribute of my lips to your fair hands . Madam , Your heart is like pibble , smooth , but stoney . Madam , Continue constant , and be assured , I will rather loose my life , than part with my resolutions of serving you . Madam , Since you are born into the world to be admir'd , you should not eclipse your self from him that can live no longer than he serves you . Most Divine Lady , I could live an Age upon those Lips. Madam , I am real , my love is white as Truth , and innocent as Vertue . Oh Madam , Be like your self , fair and not re●embling Narcissus , benighted with the clouds of scorn . Madam , May heaven smile upon you , farewel and prosper . Madam , You are all sweetness , and I the admirer of your Vertu●s , Oh let me ●ly into your bosom . Madam , Be not cruel but save that creature whose life depends on you , who●● every power ownes not himsel● but you . Madam , You are a Deity to whom my heart presents its devotio● . Madam , My soul is in a ●lame , and remains a Sacrifice till you shall please to accept it . Madam , May I become the scorn of time , when I prove so monstrous as to give you the least occasion to repent your love . Madam , Oh let me confirm my happiness upon your Lip , and study there by some new way of number , to multiply my bliss . Madam , The treasuries of Grace and Nature were quite exhausted , to accomplish your perfections . Madam , My language is as my Intentions , plain and real , he that makes use of golden words , does it only to gild over the corruptions of his soul. Dear Madam , I am ravished with the well-tuned Harmony of your pleasant voice . Lady , I return to you all your Vows , be free , as the Air you breath in . Madam , Can you be so unjust as to deem my language feigned ? I will sooner forget to eat , than to honor you . Madam , Far be it from me , to speak a language should displease your ear . Farewel incomparable Mistriss . Madam , Had I a hundred hearts I should want room to entertain your love . Madam , Be assured I will either enjoy you , or die a Martyr in your quarrel . Madam , for your sweet sake my meditations are loaded with Metaphors ; I am valiant , witty , and will be any thing to be yours . Mistriss , To be plain with you , I love you , but I want utterance , and that is a good sign . Sweet bit of beauty , the delight of mine own soul I am come to visit thee , and have brought with me a hundred thousand salutations . Most resplendant Lady , I am full of the fruits of love , and should be proud if you would be pleased to participate . Dear Mor●el of Modesty , How I love you , and so sincerely , that I protest to make you Mistriss of my thoughts , Lady of my returns , and commit all my Moveables into your hands , and upon the same I give you an earnest kiss in the high road to Matrimony . My Dear Girl , Thou hast catcht me , my heart thou hast had before , now here 's my hand . Fair One , Seal my pardon for my former rudeness , and may I forget my love if I loose my civility hereafter . Madam , I owe all that I have to your Beauty , it is the sole Commandress of my thoughts . Dear Madam , The breath of new blown Roses is not more sweet than yours , I could kiss thee , till I engender on thy lips . Madam , By your fair self , I love you with as much true zeal as Anchorites do their prayers . Dear Mistriss , I am in paradice when I but dream of your perfections . Fair Lady , A thousand Cupids , call me to kiss your hands . Fairest , By the Law of Love and Arms , I may demand a kiss . Madam , You are the fairest Nature ever did design for wonder . Madam , The perfume of your sweet breath informs me your Mother fed on Roses when she bred you . Madam , I shall be more grateful , than to slight those benefits you showre upon me . Fair One , You have taught me to despise my self . I can do nothing but admire your Vertues . If I am void of Reason , Fairest creature , suffer Love to be my Advocate , that will not allow of limits . Mistriss , Be not angry if I tell you , my love when once abused , may turn into a fury . Without doubt Madam , if the Gods , as Poets fancie , created Beauty it was their Master-peice , since they themselves are unable to oppose that force which they ordain'd . Madam , It is impossible any one should see your beauty and not become a captive . Madam , I shall forbear to talk of Beauty , or of Vertue , unless you are present . Madam , I should be ignorant of what is rare , did not your Vertues instruct my understanding . Madam , They that diminish your worth or Beautie , dare rob all that is good , and sin against truth it self . Madam , It was the spring of your Beauty , that first raised in me those noble desires , which soon after bursted into streams . Dear Madam , Thus I embrace thee as my Wealth and Honor. Fairest , Your absence will be death to him that loves you above all that can be dear or precious ; should Armies keep us distant , I would charge through a Grove of Pikes , and encounter with Death himself , but I would gain you . Madam , Your features bound me in fetetrs as soon as first I saw them , and the excellent endowments of your minde hath since retained me not onely your prisoner , but your servant . Madam , You are the Epitome of Nature , in whom is comprised all that favours of what is sweet or glorious . Madam , give me leave to call you mine , and one day the effect shall be your own . Dear Madam , spake once more , Angels will listen to the Musick of your Voice . Madam , you have laid a charm upon my soul , my senses are captivated by the incomparable Harmony of your hand and voice . Madam , The thankful Lute shews how much it does rejoyce to be graced with the touch of your fingers . Madam , It is the glory of great minds , to forgive great faults , and upon the acknowledgement of my error , you cannot finde an object more deserving your compassion . Madam , May your own Vertues attend you ever , that you may continue as faithful to me , as I esteem you dear . Madam , The chiefest grief I bear with me from this place , is the sence of leaving my heart where I cannot stay my self . Madam , I have a heart , but it is worn in your brest . Dear Madam , Conceal not your eyes from me , they are the two bright stars by which the Barque of my affections steer's to the wish'd for shore of my felicity . Madam , I court the love of all , but yours I would purchase with my life . Madam , Continue to be good , and hold him still ●n your memory , whose onely felicity it is to hope to be ●nshrined in so fair a monument . Madam , I have been like a lump of Ice , till of late ●he heat of your favours , revived my besotted spi●i●s , but the darts of your piercing eyes have so alter●d the whole frame of man in me , that I am become ● perfect flame , which nothing can quench but the ●leasant streams of your love . Madam , The Magnetick stone , observes not the ●ummons of the North star , with more activity , than do your commands . Madam , When I want a will to continue yours , may I no longer be my own . Madam , You are already the most accomplished Lady in the world , may Heaven compleat its bount in making you as happy as you are fair . Madam , This kiss to your fair hand . Madam , Be assured my love and loyalty shall be in separable , while I have life to retain any affections fo● your beauty . Fairest Virgin , Such is my zeal for your divine ver●tues , that though it is my ambition to live and lov● you , yet should an opportunity be offered , the con●stancy of my dying heart should manifest how muc● I am yours in death . Madam , I will be stedfast as inviolated faith , im●moveable as a rock ; and till death will glory in m● constancy as the chiefest Jewel of my life . Madam , My desires lie captiv'd at your feet ; bu● one glance from your sparkling eyes , will enliv● them again , and add a fresh Vigour to your languishing prostrate . Dear Madam , Desire but my content , let me b● have your wishes , and I will be in a continual thirst 〈◊〉 do you service . Madam , My inclination binds me as much to plea●● you , as my duty does to serve . Madam , 'T is my misfortune to be but half mad● Heaven hath given me desires , but not deserts . Madam , I should be simple and unworthy , shou●● I imagine this Present worthy your acceptance , sin●● what we think are rarities are not truly so , unless 〈◊〉 the character of your esteem . Madam , I have sent you but a small token , choo●●ing to be thought rather ignorant than ungrateful . Madam , To abide with you , is to inhabit with 〈◊〉 Graces , since nature hath designed you for the sto●● house of all her most excellent rarities . Madam , Imagine me to be yours , and fear not 〈◊〉 ere long the effects shall answer your expectations . Dear Lady , Speak again , Angels will be mute and listen to your voice . Madam , I am silenced with your breath , each word of yours lays a Charm upon my soul. Madam , You are favourable in this that you will suffer me to make my own Apology . Madam , You are Mistriss of most rare perfections , such as command the world to express abundance of Duty , both by admiration and obedience . Madam , In those smiling dimples , Cupid hath pitched his Tents . Madam , You are all Vertue , from your sweet lip the morning gathers blushes . Letters for all Occasions . 1. A Tender of Service to the Kings most excellent Majesty . May it please your Majesty , I Am not ignorant of the great presumption , wherewith at this time I give a trouble to your Majesty ; Nor can my deserts give me any hopes that the least ●eam of your love should shine on any thing that in ●e can be thought a merrit , since I have learned , you ●ay command in all things , and it is contrary to the ●uty I owe to your excellent Majesty to disobey in any . ●ut that your Majesty may know , you have a Subject ●hat durst be Loyal even in disloyal times , I have now ●ttempted to arrive at the height of my felicities , which is not onely to be honest , but to be known to be Your Majesties most humble servant and obedient subject . 2. A Tender of service to the Queens most excellent Majesty . May it please your Majesty , THough I am a stranger to your Majesty , yet since I bear the glorious title of a Loyal Subject , I have hence assurance that your Majesty will vouchsafe to give this boldness a favourable aspect , for indeed I should doubt my own fidelity to my Royal Soveraign , should not your Majesty countenance my duty with an acceptance of my service ; let me now onely beg the trouble of a pardon , and I shall for ever study as in duty bound , to manifest my self Your Majesties Loyal Subject , and most humble Servant . 3. Respects from an Honorable Lady , to the Queen . Madam , IF my passion had not over-ruled my reason , I would certainly have kept my Letters from becoming so mean an object for your sacred eyes , till some commandment of your own had put them upon occasion to give them attendance , but the care I have to preserve my self in the Honor of your memory , and favour , will not suffer me to continue any longer silent ; I therefore most humbly pray your Majesty , to continue your self in assurance even from hence ▪ that my devotions are ever aspiring to your Service ; which yet I should half suspect to be less perfect , if my inclinations might not own as great a part of that ambition , as my obligations , but the one accompanying the other , will establish me for ever , in an unchangeabl● resolution of being , Madam , Your Majesties most humble Servant . 4. A person of Quality to a worthy Lady , the one a Protestant , the other a Roman Catholick . Madam , THough a sinner of one Religion , I am come to pay my vows to a Saint of another , for I approach to your presence with as profound a reverence as I am capable of bearing to a creature , when your Ladiship is pleased to pardon the presumption of your servants , you excel in goodness ; but when withall you descend so low as to admit of their poor desires , for real services , you exceed your self ; I have but little to say , but my h●art would easily tell me of enough to do , if my power to serve you were correspondent to my will , yet howsoever I shall be daily praying that you may be as happy as the world knows you to be worthy ; and especially that the expenc● of so ignorant a life as mine , may one day serve for some straw or stick , towards the erecting of that great building ; Till then I am prostrate at your feet , and with a fervent zeal shall continue , Madam , the Adorer of your Vertues , &c. 5. One Lady to another , with Complements of extream kindness . Madam , WHen neither the place nor the person can make a worthy oblation , that devotion were better mannered which should sacrifice to your memory upon the Altar of Silence ; But yet so much desire I to live in yours , as that I rather choose to appear in this kinde to your trouble , than to suffer any thing like forgetfulness , to seem to entomb those affections of mine to your service ; which want not Life , howsoever they are deprived of Lustre , wherewith to crown the estimation which your worth hath begotten in my soul , and will certainly inhabit there , while there is any sence in Madam , the most affectionate of all your servants . 6. A Letter of kindness from one friend to another . Sir , YOu may imagine I dream or dote , otherwise I should not speak thus loud , nor thus far off , nor make so long a reach to you still , by the arms of my ill written lines ; But I thought once you were near hand , and coming to visit me , when soon after I understood you design'd your self for other ends , which yet put me into such a Valiant choller , as some of them know who were nearest to me , and must bear with my humours ; lest I should want them I might be angry with my self ; for I can do nothing but in earnest , though that earnest , proves commonly as true a nothing , as if I were in jest ; pray let me have an account of your health , and of those affairs wherein you may guess my love may say I am concerned , for be assured you shall never be owner of any care , whereof I will not have a part , either by taking ; if you will give it ; or else by stealing it , if you will not give it , but will needs be the first to offend justice so far , as to hide it from Your most real , real friend , &c. 7. From one Friend to another . Sir , THe express of your goodness hath raised me to a degree of happiness , beyond even mine own power of wishing , and after such heighth of good fortune , this only regret can take hold of me , that you did impose something upon me as disagreeable , as ●his was complying with the very utmost of my ambitious desires , that so I might thereby have had the sa●isfaction of giving you an experience , that I shall ever have an infinite joy in performing any Action , which by the difficulty thereof , may the better serve to express my obedience to your commands , as become● , Sir , Your most humble servant . 8. A Lady to a Gentleman , concerning his sick M●striss . Sir , I Was too sensible of those troubles which I left with you , not to enquire whether you are eased of part of them , or not ; And therefore I beseech you , send me word how the Noble sick Lady doth , whose health I infinitely wish ; both for your sake and mine own : Besides that , even the world is concerned , that so excellent a creature , who is so hardly found , may not be so quickly lost . Favor me in this particular , and the Kindness shall make me , Sir , Your obliged servant . 9. The Gentlemans Answer , to a Lady concerning his sick Mistriss . Madam , I Am infinitely engaged to you for the sence you have of my troubles , and the love you bear to the Life of my Life ; she is yet extream ill , and yet so good , that I fear Heaven will deprive us of her Vertuous Society . I am so highly sensible of not onely yours and my own , but of the concerns of all that know her , that if there be not health enough in the world for us all , may heaven give her a liberal portion of it , though it be abated out of mine ; so much I owe to her vertues , and not a little to your self , for your care of her , and Madam , The humblest of your servants . 10. The Lovers first Address to his Lady . Madam , I Am indebted to my Friends for the knowledge of your Vertues , and to your self for the Acknowledgements you are pleased to exercise in your remembrance of me ; a person who hath nothing to make him considerable , but what your favourable Opinion thinks fit to allow . And the custom whereby I am made over to misfortune , forbids me the hopes of conceiving that ever I can be so happy as to be admitted into the number of your Servants ; which is infinitely desired by , Dear Madam , The Admirer of your Worth , &c. 11. The Lovers Complemental Letter to his Mistriss . Incomparable Lady , I Was happy in receiving a Command from you , and shall be proud in my performance , since it is the glory of Kings and Princes to be concerned in your S●rvice ; Let but one accent fall from your divine lips , and the very windes are ready to convey it , the melody of your warbling Voice can charm the Syren to a silence , and compel the Crocodile to spare his dissembling sorrows . Dear Madam , the sight of your beauty is sufficient to create fresh blood in withered reins of age , and give a new life to expiring mortals : If you are sad , Angels themselves are so . Pardon my prolixity , Divine Lady , I am in a Labyrinth greater than the Cave that enclosed the Cretan Minotaure ; 'T is easier to eat fire and not be burnt , or to cut Diamonds with Glass , than to speak your real Praise ; O then how happy am I in your love ! That love that gives Speech to a dumb man , that love that makes Ideots turn Orators , and inspires the Age with such admirable Fancies , that all people become Poets , onely out of a duty to your Deserts , that they celebrate your Praises , which is a Task too great for them , as it is for , Excellent Lady , Your sincere Admirer . 12. The Ladies Return to her servants Lines . Kinde Sir , WHen I think of you , I am in a maze , insomuch that I suppose you to be every thing that is good ; Majesty is placed on your brow , your Tongue for its eloquence may be Musick for the Gods , your looks are so pleasant and so airy , that Cupid appears there in in his best grace ; and when you walk , the earth doth humbly seem to shrink , as being sensible of the weight it bears . But hold , my passion runs beyond the bounds of modesty , Discretion now perswades to give the preheminence to Pallas , not to Cupid , you were pleased to try a Conclusion on my feminine Capacity , and you may believe ( upon necessity ) I can reverberate accordingly . But , Dear Sir , though I must acknowledge my affection is of a large extent , yet ( since I have conversed with the Poets ) I cannot but admire at the prodigiousness of your Sex in former times ; should I believe all to be gold that glisters , I might see my error as well as others have done before ; however Sir , I dare not apprehend you to be otherwise than Noble , a little more experience may wipe off all my womanish suspicion , for such is my high esteem of your worth already , that I want but little of saying how much I am Yours . 13. A Ladies fore-warning her Friend of another Ladies Society . Sir , PErhaps you may pretend that this procedure of your● is onely to awaken me , for the better tryal of my faith and constancy ; but believe me , it is not safe to jest with edged tools , or to play with fire ; Nor is it any ways commendable in you , to associate your self with the wanton Lady , I need not name her , since you know to whom that Epithete belongs . 'T is true , she is reported to be handsom , there is then the more danger , and wiser men than you have been ensnared with the bewitched Allurements of a strange woman : To be merry with a Lady , or to converse and walk , and use language tending to Courtship , with a Lass that delights to hear her self commended , is freequent with men , and may be born with , when managed with discretion , but to stake your reputation upon so slender an account as to offer Courtship to that same piece of Vanity , argues much fondness , little wit , and less constancy : Let me therefore earnestly desire you , for the sake of your own fair credit , to forbear these extravagancies , that you may rid me of that suspition which as yet lies heavy upon my heart , I shall then retain the same opinion of you which I have hitherto had , that you are a man master of your self , and too true a Lover to admit of any other sharers in your affections but my self , since our late Contract , and the Truth of a Gentleman , have laid such a lawful Injunction upon you . Pray , if you are minded to cure my distracted thoughts , use some sudden means , lest my distemper grow too violent for a remedy , till then I shall ( not rest but ) remain Yours , even in impatience . 14. Our Ladies Advice to another , near Marriage . Good Soul , IT is an unruly Age we live in , and my love hath occasion●d this trouble to you : I understand there is a Gentleman Mr. A.B. is extreamly prodigal of his pretences to you , in the way of Love and Marriage : my Caution is onely this , that you have an eye to your own welfare , build not upon empty promises , for if you once suffer him to please his humour before he is firmly yours , you will certainly forfeit your own Honor . Consider , as he is above you in purse , and the portions of this life , ( Beauty onely excepted , for of that Nature hath given you a bountiful proportion ) whether his intentions are real or feigned , make him your own , and then if you fall in two , ( you may understand the phrase , by observing the occasion ) he will be bound by the Laws of God and Nature , to bear a part with you in whatsoever happens . The truth is , I had not taken upon me to give you this admonition , did not report speak loudly of his passion for you , and of his conditional promises to be yours hereafter , if you consent to be his first : Such a love hath subtile limits , and more Meanders than a harmless maid can easily discover . It is reported too , that you incline somewhat to believe him , and are apt to think he means nothing but what is honorable , yet know this from one more experienced in things of this nature than you are , that if he should perform his Vows to you after he hath feasted his appetite , yet such a Breach in your reputation , will continually admit of strange sallies , checks , and opprobrious tearms , as Strumper , Slut , Light House-wife , &c. and what did you afford me , that another man might not have had ? and when the glass is once broken , it is not easily cemented : Dear Soul , keep heaven about you , and let good thoughts guard your innocency , so shall your Honor be unspotted , and your life happy ; which is the earnest desire of Your cordial friend and servant , &c. 15. A Lover to his false Mistriss . Stain to thy Sex , HAth modesty now forsook thee , that thou durst abuse that affection , that adored thee ? did I manifest my self a dotard to gain thy love , and having had a multitude of promises from thee , of constancy and firm affection , darest thee now to admit of anothers flame ? Now thou seemest more deformed than ever I thought thee fair , so ugly a Monster is Ingratitude . By this I do perceive thou didst enjoyn me to smother our affections , onely that thy new servant might not have any occasion to be jealous ; I will hate thee for thine own sake , and him , for robbing me , although but a trifle ; And that my revenge may soar high enough to reach thy Perjury , I will begin with him , and then proclaim thy l●nity , and how thou hast disserted me , after a long League of Friendship , after thou hadst past thy Vows to be none but mine , and hast admitted a stranger to thy bosome : Was it for this that I delighted daily to be praising thee ? How did I spend my time in making Encomiums upon thy Beauty , Vertues , and thy Person that I once so much admired ? I will now study to contradict my own fond ▪ opinion , and so decipher thee , that thou shalt seem as odious to the world , as thou dost to me , else let Fate do so , and more to Base Wretch , Thine once , but now his own . 16. On sending a Book . Madam , THat you may perceive I do not forget you , let this poor Present inform you ; it is the Famous Romance , Entituled , Pharamond , and written by the Author of Cassandra and Cleopatra were it not a Piece of great worth , I should not have thought it fit for your perusal ; However were it otherwise , I dare assure my self it would not be unwelcome , since to question that , were to doubt of your good will to Madam , Your faithful servant . 17. A Lady to her discourteous Lover . Sir , THere was a time , and that within your own memory , that you were pleased to flatter me with the glorious Titles of Divine Mistress , Most Accomplished Lady , and what not ? Yet to manifest the frailty of all these Expressions , and how little you meant what you so often reiterated , you were lately pleased to give me a flat denial to my poor request . Certainly Sir , I should have been commanded by you in concerns of higher moment , and not onely so , but that your slighting of me may be more apparent , you have not bestowed your Visits as you use to do : If I have given you any occasion thus to estrange your self , I should not think you so blame-worthy as at present I take you to be ; But that you may see I am not quite void neither of good nature , nor affection , I must needs confess I do somewhat doubt my own deserts , as well as your disposition , and am resolved to continue , till you shall totally renounce me , Wholly yours . 18. A Brother , on the occasion of his Brothers not writing . Dear Brother , THough your occasion enforce you to turn Tenant to your own time , yet I had thoughts that such a trifle as my self , might be admitted into your memory , at some interval or other . It is now four or five Letters you are indebted to me for , however I confess my self so much engaged to you on other account , that I fear you would think you 〈◊〉 too great a looser , should we but qui● score● Dear Brother , cast an eye upon your Books , 〈◊〉 perhaps I appear amongst your Debtors , you will make more of me than a blank , or cypher ; which that you may do , I will still bear the badge of your obligations , and when I appear false , let me be cast aside as none of your Coyn , but as a Counterfeit ▪ in the mean time , Sir , call me what you please , so you pardon the Errors of this trouble , which I concluded might be more fitly offered , than my acknowledgements should be concealed ; but I shall sin no further against your patience , onely believe me to be , as formerly , Your affectionate Brother to command . 19. A Gentlemen to a Lady , in his Friends behalf . Madam , THrough an ardent desire to become your debtor , I have attempted to crave a favor of you in behalf of a Friend , whose deserts when once known , will speak both his thanks and commendations ; I am advertised by him that there is a Lady , to whose young Beauty you have no small relation , and he having a passion for her , knows not how to gain the favorable opportunity to kiss her hands ; 'T is therefore my request , that you remember me when you see him , and if you can further his resolutions , be assured the acknowledgement shall be great , as your civility , and with all observance paid by , Madam , Your real Friend and Servant . 20. Another to the same purpose . Madam , PArdon me if I tell you , you cannot be just , if you spare your civilities to me , since my affection is such to your service , that I shall ever esteem it the glory of my life , to be employed by your commands ; since therefore necessity doth compel you , receive this Gentleman as my Friend , that I may honor your merits , and endeavor to get some for my self , that I may be the more capable of performing those duties which shall become due from , Madam , Your very Servant , &c. 21. A Letter of Complements from one Friend to another . Sir , YOu have so well studied the Art how to oblige , and withal how to express your favors , that for my part I am ignorant how to proclaim either my thanks or services without a blush , for putting so harmless a creature in so ill a habit ; Nor indeed shall I ever be able to satisfie my self therein , unless I could tell , with a safe conscience , how to play the thief , and steal your words and actions from your self . Let me now onely adventure to tell you , that it is a kinde of tyranny in you , to make me so much your servant by force , who was walking so fast that way , upon the feet of mine own free will. We have here nothing not● worthy , but that we all live so fairly in friendship , as if faction were a stranger to our train ; As for my self , if I were any thing , the love I bear you would multiply it , and the favors which I receive by you , would dignifie it ; And howsoever , the honor of your Commands , if I may hope for them , will give me such a being , as without immodesty I will boast of to the universe ; Nor shall any soul be found more faithful to any ones commands , than mine to Yours . 22. An Answer to the former Letter . Sir , I Have been in your debt too long for your last Letter , the words whereof were delivered by your own choice hands , as so many fair pictures drawn by an experienced Artist , onely let me tell you , I can discover a little daubing here and there , but as you are my friend , I dare not doubt your ingenuity . Indeed I do not think it possible for entire affection to be more generously express'd , I can but return thanks to you , or rather indeed such an answer , as may better consist of thoughts than words . I must crave your pardon , now I am compel'd to let you know I have scarce time enough allowed me to say how much I am , Sir , Your very faithful Servant . 23. The lover to his deliberating Mistriss . My onely Ioy , WHy should strange fancies , and indigested huniours create a breach in that affection which hath been so often , and so firmly knit between you and I ? If I have offered any occasion for your dislike , let me be unpardonable ; but if you will give me slights and neglects for my real love , it is you must be unjust : for shame let not any dispute be raised now , just now that we are travelling in the way to our felicity . From whence come these suggestions of yours , that things will look hereafter with a worser face , and that you fear your condition will have an ill change ? Do you hold intelligence with heaven ? Or can you divine , or dive into the hidden mysteries , or secret cabinet of a Deity ? Pray recollect your thoughts , and remember what affectionate promises , nay firm protestations , did not long since pass between us , then , when we called the little Birds , and the listning silent Streams to be witnesses to our Oaths : Remember those silver drops which I so often courted to catch as they then glided from your eyes ; if all this shall seem as musick too harsh for your ears , I must take the liberty to exclaim : But I dare not show so much ●igour towards you , you whom I so much love and honor , I will rather accuse my own merits , or my ●ortune , since my onely happiness is taking wing , and the Life of my Life thinks me unworthy to be beloved ; However , my resolution is fixed , do you study to be unkinde , my heart shall nevertheless continue either Your Servant , Or , your Sacrifice . 24. Civil Complements from one Friend to another . Sir , TO be Civil is to be Noble , and both these Qualities excel in you , it is therefore needless for me to give you thanks , or acknowledgements for your favors to me , since your generosity will never make me a debtor , for what you paid to your own inclination and vertue : I received your Letter in such a time of solitude , that my heart bade it most freely welcome ; for your lines did not onely pleasure me , but engage me , insomuch that I am hugely desirous to have more such Visitants , after they have taken leave of onely your hand ; for by those marks I shall be able to give a shrewd guess at your condition , whether in health or not : Since then it will be such a satisfaction to me to hear from you , I beg of you to engage me once more , that I may use my endeavors to contribute somewhat to your content , for it is the chiefest aspiring hopes of , Sir , Your eternal Friend . 25. A Gentlemen to his Lady , whom he fears would make a New Choice . Dear Soul , WHat Melody can be sweeter Musick , than the simpathizing of our Loves , I am not able to divine , and am apt to believe the point may puzzle your wit , although it be a pregnant one . Then since ( at least ) I esteem my self in Paradise whilest I am in your favour , wherefore , Oh wherefore doth report whisper to me , that you ( whom I ever took to be firm as truth ) should now begin to waver in your thoughts to me ? Dear Heart , let me not be forgotten in a moment , let not me whom your Beauty and your Vertues have ravished with admiration , become so vainly expensive of my time , as to loose that Jewel , dear to me as my life . I will not , nor dare I believe you can be so unkinde , but shall hereafter tell the erring world you are all goodness , and that there are those Ladies even in this our age , that will not forget their Vows , and know how to be constant in the best , or worst of times , as well as , Most worthy Lady , Yours , in the bonds of true affection . 26. A rich old Gentleman , to a fair young Virgin. Young Lady , LEt not my years be an obstacle to your love , since I have those gifts of fortune , that will not onely maintain our affections , and keep the fire of love in a continual flame , but will also afford you all those Ornaments which Art hath designed for the adorning such tender and beautiful Buds of Nature : Besides , though I come not to you with a powdred Lock , or in the mode of a young Gallant , yet know my Girl , my zeal for you can be as hot , and as sincere , as the sprucest Pretenders in the world : and if age doth make me seem in your apprehension , as a withering tree , yet I have Gold will keep its colour , and it is that which in this world is ones best friend . Pray have me in your thoughts , and I shall watch for an opportune season , wherein I may make my self farther known to be , Fairest Lady , Your most affectionate Servant . The Answer . 27. A beautiful young Virgin , to a decrepit , rich , old Gentleman . Grave Sir , YOu are too far distant from me in years , to be admitted into my affections , since you are arrived to the pitch of Dotage , and I yet ignorant of what is Love ; However , I must do you so much justice as to commend your discretion , for fishing with a Golden Bait ; for believe me , next to Beauty , I cannot imagine any thing to be more taking among mortals , than the glorious name of Wealth : I could be content to keep my Coaches , my Pages , Lackeys , and Maids , but I confess I could never endure the society of a bald pate ; How can you think , Reverend Sir , that I should love you , when by the temptations which you offer , you clearly manifest your opinion , that if I should marry , it must be to your Gold , rather than to you : I confess a Silver Myne is a pretty toy for a thing of my years to dote on , but I have a childish humour peculiar to my self ▪ that is , never to humble my affections so , as that they suffer Treasure , as a Load-stone , to draw them to its beck . 'T is true , wealth will be wellcome to me , to maintain my Train , but the Person of that more lovely creature , Man , will ever be more welcome to a Maids Embraces . Can you think me so weak , as to exchange the Flower of my Youth , for a bundle of Snow , or rotten Dirt ? No Sir , Gold with a man is good , admirably good , but it is Man that in the School of Love , passes for the principal Verb ; for my own part , rather than joyn my self to a meer wedge of Gold , I shall choose to accept of a bundle of Rags , so they have any affinity to a Man. Old men are grey , Old men are grey , I 'm a lusty bonny young Lass , And I prithee Old man away . By this time , good old man , you know my minde ; be wise , and wed your self to heaven , and I shall thank you , if in your death , you remember to bequeathe your Gold to Your young Adviser . 28. A Letter of Courtesie from Friend to Friend . Sir , I Have no kindness for this Letter , for I heartily wish it lost , that you may finde me before it perform the service it was sent for : But you may perceive by its contents ( for they are short ) that I hope it will not be long ere you make me happy in your company . I am the more easily perswaded it will be suddenly , since I am informed you are about the Equinoctial of your return to Town , and my earnest desire to see you , may convince you that I hold you to be as it were a Sun in my Hemisphere . My occasions compel me to forsake my usual road of being tedious , and must conclude with that real truth of being , Sir , Yours undivided , though at distance . 29. One Gentlewoman to another in behalf of a Friend . Sir , ERe I had so much good fortune , as to thank you for your former kindnesses , I am opportuned by an honest friend to recommend him to your favor ; He hath an humble suit to you , and as he assures me , a very just one , and hath omitted other opportunities , onely that it might pass your hands . Sir , if you have any good will left for me , pray bestow part of it on him , and let the rest plead my excuse for this fresh presumption , which if you please to interpret as a desire I have to serve you , you will judge aright of Your debtor , and humble servant . 30. The forsaken Maid , to her treacherous Friend . Most unkinde Man , IT is my exceeding wonder that you should be one , to make up the number of those that dare to be wicked ; Now do I see my folly , when I hugg'd you in my bosom , and believed those Oaths and Protestations , which you have most villanously broke : Now can I call to minde the advice my experienced friends gave me , never to trust to the pretensious of your Sex ; Oh! can you see me on my knees , with wet and swoln eyes , and yet not learn to love me , nor hate your self ! Or have you no regard to that innocent lamb , as yet but in my womb , which though of a small Volumn , yet it is but your self in a lesser Frame : if you believe , or but think it is not yours , let me be ript up , and then you will perceive each member to bear the true image of your own , and your name is likewise near it , for since you told me it should be called , I wrote it in my very heart . I have nothing more to say , but onely to desire you to be so true to your self and me , as to remember and perform your Vow ; if not , be so merciful as to rid me of a loathsom life , for if you do neither , my disgrace will be publick , and rather than live your Strumpet , I should esteem it a greater happiness ( since my misfortunes have brought me to the misery ) to die Your Sacrifice . 31. The Lady to her importunate Lover . Sir , SInce you are resolved to be troublesom , I shall likewise resolve to be impatient ; let me not be any more perplexed with your impertinent pretences , or assure your self , if my advice be flighted ; and you continue as vain as formerly , I have so much interest in those that have worth and honor , as to engage them to correct your insolency , and that not with Fist or Cane , but Weapons less vulgar , and more dangerous , therefore be advised before it be too late , since I am designed for another , and not likely however to be Yours . The Answer . 32. The Lover to his Threatning Lady . Worthy Lady , CAn you think I can live , and want your love ? Or can you imagine I can fear Death it self , when I am inspired by the thoughts of you ? I will not be so uncivil as to tax you with cruelty , or say your heart is made of Adamant , but be assured who ever dares be so vainly proud as to assault me , I have a Sword sharp as his , and a Pistol that barks as loud as his ; but if I chance to fall in so fair a Quarrel , my Soul is so entirely fixt to your vertues , that if any chance afterward to injure you , or defile your honor , it will appear in your defence , for I have made it my resolution to be , Dear Madam , Yours living ▪ or in death . 33. A Letter of Enquiry , from friend to friend . My good Friend , I Am designed now to be troubl●som to you , but it is onely that I may be satisfied in two points , first I am to tell you , I live as a thing without rest or patience , and shall continue so , till I hear how you escaped in the late accident ; for I hold my self concerned in all your dangers , and shall readily enlarge mine , so I may contract yours . But if I may suppose ( as well as hope ) that you are safe , the next happiness that my ambition aims at , is your society ; which if I can obtain , I may perhaps recover my understanding , and shall thereby be the more enabled to render all acknowledgements due from Your Friend , so love and serve you . 34. Comfortable Advice to a Friend on the death of a Son , or other near Relation . Dear Sir , I Am hugely sensible of your great loss , and as great grief , and that is it that hath given wing to my affections , thus to advise you , as you are a Christian , not to afflict your self too much , since it was the pleasure of Almighty God to summon his servant to hims●lf , cast your self into the arms of his Mercy , and he will certainly give you a full measure of Comfort ; for it is that is the Fountain of Consolation , nor doth any thing in this poor world happen by chance , but according to his divine Pleasure and Counsel , sin onely excepted ; nor is any thing accidental to him , though they seem so to us , for his wisdom hath ordained all things from all eternity : And if a little Sparrow , or a hair of our Head have a share in his Providence , consider then , how such an infinite Power , which is vested with such an infinite wisdom and goodness , can possibly let any thing arrive to any such creature , as for whom he died , which shall not be absolutely good and necessary for him . For Jesus sake , Sir , be your self , or rather petition to him , that in this urgent occasion you may be more than so : God make , and keep you ever happy , or make you less miserable than I fear you are now making your self . This is , and shall be the desires and prayer of , Sir , Your cordial well-wisher , and very humble servant . 35. A Tender of Service to a Mistriss . Divine Lady , YOu are the first to whom I ever became bound in the bonds of Love , and hold it as well my duty as my interest , no longer to conceal how much I honor and admire you . I had thoughts , Madam , divers times to acquaint you herewith before , since it hath been my great happiness to be admitted into your fair presence , but durst not take the confidence till now ; if my affections have been too powerful for my discretion , and so compelled me to commit an error , I doubt not your goodness will excuse it , since it was purely out of a sincere zeal to do you service ; nor could I dissemble my ambition any longer . Let it suffice , Dear Lady , that I am now a prisoner to your Beauty , and from the Bar of Love do make it my suit , that you please to honor me with a favorable answer to these Lines , that you may enable me to make a happy Reply , or otherwise such a one as may be too late esteemed unhappy , as bearing the doleful tidings of his fate , that vows to be Yours , though in death . The Answer . 36. A disdainful Lady to her Servant . Sir , I Received your amorous Epistle , and cannot , as I am a Woman , and a Christian , but have so much charity as to pity , though I cannot love you , since it is a duty I confess I conceive to be due to all persons either Sick or Lunatick : but I confess my nature is of another constitution , for you are the first , to my remembrance , that I ever hated , which now at length I thought good to let you know , because indeed I do not apprehend how you deserve my dissimulation ; Let it suffice , I shall study to revenge this insolency , but yet so , as not to honor you with the knowledge of how , or wherein : And as for the felicity which you think you have , in being able to make a Reply , either happy or unhappy , you may choose whether it shall be made , or not : but if it comes to my hands , it shall then be at my choice , whether to be burned , or read , for the sake of a little laughter . But my advice is , that you spare the pains , for it will be but lost labor upon Your Friend , if you will be your own . 37. A sick Lady to a Gentleman . Sir , THough I want strength to express my self so amply as I would , yet this may serve to let you ●ee I do not forget you , though I am indisposed to ●hink of any : but there is no thanks due from you for this civility , since I do it for my own advantage , for I always finde such a satisfaction in all the respects which I pay you , as that I expect , if not an amendment , yet a contentment at the least from the honor which I give my self of saying with abundance of truth , that I am Exceedingly yours . The Answer . 38. A Gentleman to a sick Lady . Madam , IF I were able to express the Joy which I received from your late Letter , I am confident you would not be ill pleased with mine ; yet though the Letter was most freely welcome , as being your Ambassador , I confess when its Errand was delivered , whereby I understood the condition you were in , I could not forbear some passionate incivilities to the poor Paper , but I do not despair of obtaining your pardon for it ; for , you ever profess to love kindness , and I am very believing , that you cannot finde more in the heart of any creature than mine . That I may conclude , you may in time be brought to think so , be pleased to follow my Advice ; be extream careful to preserve your self this Winter , for the season will not easily assist you towards a speedy Recovery ▪ but I hope the prayers of all your friends will , and I want not the consolation of believing that some use may be made of his , who is Madam , Infinitely yours , to serve you . 39. The Lover to his unbelieving Mistress . Fairest Lady , IT is my unhappiness to love , and not to be believed , what assurance shall I render to satisfie your credulity , if death or danger may convince you , but your commands , and then let your experience be the Judge . Is there that wretch that hath offended you , name him , and make me your scourge , or shall I combat with some furious Lion , or try my strength against an angry Bear ? These , or what may seem more dreadful shall be eagerly performed , since fortune must needs favour those whom your love inspires ; let me but once obtain that , and I shall fear nothing but a surfeit of Joy and Happiness , as being mortal , yet Bright Goddess , Your humble Votary . The Answer . 40. The Lady to her Lover . Dear Sir , I Received your late Epistle , which was not with me before I wished it ; but give me leave to tell you , I do observe your affection to be but luke-warm ▪ for ( though I do not delight in great Titles , yet ) I know it hath been usual , and is still , for Lovers when they have an occasion to express their zeal for a Lady , to give all their adornment● that the Art of Words or Memory can adde to a deserving Beauty . This I say onely to inform you , that I can notifie your neglect in this particular , But I will conclude it was either your bashfulness , or else your subtelty to try my simplicity and love ; But for the future pray remove all doubts and assume no more a Counterfeit for liberty of trying my patience , when you know I would pull out my own heart did it entertain a thought of alteration ; fear not me , but do you your self remember those protestations you have so solemnly and devoutly made , and thereby enflamed my affection . Let Vertue and constant Love be still your inseparable Companions , so may you conclude , I shall esteem you my treasure , and will be no less Yours , to perpetuity . 41. The Lover to his Mistress , having gained her affection . Life of my Love. BEing overjoyed for the great treasure I am lately blessed with , I could not contain my self till I had wrote to thee , to assure thee once more of the great felicity I enjoy since the happy Contract between thy dear self , and me ; I never was really happy till now , I had before but a meer glance of Paradise , but now an absolute possession ; now all my joyes are become acquainted with my sense , before I was onely made up of Fancies and Airy imaginations ; I had then but a glimps of those fair flowers , the Roses and Lillies of thy cheeks , but am now happily arrived to the unimaginable pleasure of gathering . My senses are much too narrow to entertain their bounteous flowings , they have fed even to a surfeit , and I have nothing more to fear , than my happiness , lest excess swell me till I burst : Then will Cupid be more cruel than before , since when I was out sick of love , and dangers were not so great as ●ow ; But why do I talk of danger ? I will fear no●hing whilst I have thy love to guard me , for by the ●orce of that , I dare promise my self not onely happi●ess and safety , but all the blessings that can attend ● zealous Lover , as I have been and will be , while I ●ave power to be ( my Dear ) Thine onely , and for ever . 42. A Gentleman to his Lady , upon his urgent occasions of taking , a Iourney . Honored and dear Lady , HAd not Christianity tyed me to a stricter rule , I could even curse the severity of my fate , since necessity compels me to be banished from you , and consequ●ntly from my self ; for let me go never so far distant , my heart will be always in your custody , and the thoughts of your dear Self , shall be my onely consolation . But that I should be thus enjoyned to remove my person from you , in whom consisteth all my comfort and delight , is no small grief to me , especially considering the life I apprehended in your favour , the Heaven that I discovered in your Smiles , and all those Elizium Joys that adorned your countenance ; yet since it must be so , be assured , my Dear , Dear , I shall not forget the Vows of my Devotion , and I will be proud to publish your Vertues to the ignorant world , till I become compleatly happy in an Experience of your Constancy ; nor shall I move in any other Sphere than what your influence doth govern , and will sooner languish to the worst of Deaths , than love any but your Divine self . Thus my ( onely Joy ) leaving my heart in your tuition , I onely beseech you to be tender of it , for its own , for yours , or for my sake , and in expectation of my happy return , I rest Your faithful humble servant . The Answer . 43. A Lady to her Lover , upon his taking a Iourney . Dear Sir , I Would pour forth as many Curses on my fate as you can invent for yours , but that I have an ambition to be like you in all things , especially in what becomes a Christian , and a Lover . But since , as you say , necessity doth compel you to take a Journey , ( and I dare not doubt the least account of your lips ) I must study to be content , and to exercise all that patience Heaven will be pleased to afford my Prayers ; and since you have honored me with the custody of so great a charge as is your most noble Heart , be confident I shall cherish it as the Apple of mine own Eye , and as a Hostage for my fidelity and your security , I assign you mine , be equally careful of it , as you honor your self , or me , and I shall be no less studi●us to declare your worth , than to preserve my own fame , which never can be tainted while I remain , as I have resolved , Yours ever , in constancy and service . 44. A crack't Virgin to her deceitful Friend , who hath forsook her for the love of a Strumpet . Base Man , NOw you appear so foul , that nothing can be more monstrous ; is this the fruit of your Promises , and Vows , was it for this that you so often swore you never spoke to me without th● thoughts of a pure love , and ambition to be mine , and that you never let fly an Oath in my presence , but when your heart was enflamed by a fire of Vertue , and that in all your actions , worth was the Load-stone that attracted your industry ; how comes it then to pass , that you forsake me , ruine my Reputation , and leave me to become the Map of Shame and Ignominy ; and not onely so , but with a wretch●d confidence glory in your impiety , and think to wipe off all your ●njurious actions with a slight or careless humor ; and this reproach that is like to befal to you as well as me , is occasioned through a lascivious love which you bear to an impud●nt Woman ; nay , a known Strumpet , whose eyes discover in sparkles the deceitfulness of her heart , and whose very smiles are more ominous than the tears of a dissembling Crocodile ; for shame consider , if not for my sake , for your own . What delight or conversation can you enjoy in the company of a lude Whore , wo loves another as well and better than she doth you , or one indeed that hath no real affection for any ? I fear the custome of your sinning , hath taken away the sense of your own good , and you are grown deaf , and desperate , otherwise you durst not provoke the divine Vengeance , or expose your self to Vertues Curs●s , and the scorn of all good men , for the notorious injuries you have done ( perhaps to others but too soon ) to Wicked Wretch , Your friend , till you abused her . 45. The Lady to her slandered Servant . Sir , WHen you were last with me , there passed some circumstance of affection between us both , but having considered the great affair that we th●n had under consultation , I must desire your pardon , if I crave leave to recal my forward fondness , since my fortunes and my happiness lie at stake ; not that I do utterly determine to abandon all manner of good will for you ; but onely that little time may satisfie me concerning some reports of you that have lately reached my ears . Sir , I hope they are false , and in that confidence , I gave neither credit nor countenance to the former , but till I may be convin● they are so , 'T is my request that you shew your love by abstaining from any further visits to Sir , Your Friend and Servant . The Answer . 46. The slandered Lover to his Lady . Most worthy Lady , I Know not how to render you sufficient thanks for that Noble favour , so glorious , and therefore like your self , neither to countenance my accuser , nor condemn me till you had heard my answers ; Honour'd Lady , it is not unknown to you , that I dare not do any thing of justice to you , and that I have been ready , and will be so , to lay my life at the feet of your service , so far I am from fastning a falshhood on your fair Honour , that the proudest he that durst do it , shall know I will be ambitious to justifie you , and correct him ; and that I speak truth , there need no greater argument than my zeal for you , when I would not allow of the least whispering against you , even then when you were most unkinde to me ; therefore Good Madam , continue your wonted worth , and those good thoughts you once had of m● , and be assured , if I cannot be so happy as to thrive in your estimation , yet through a glory I have to be seen in your service , I will never suffer any to traduce your fame , and if I cannot obtain the Honour of being your servant , I shall be happy in the Title of Madam , Your slave , or vassal . 47. The Iealous Lover to his beloved . Dear heart , YOu cannot but understand the extream perplexities that persecutes the whole frame of my minde ; it is occasioned through a cordial love , which I bare to you , to you sweet Lady , why th●n will you be so severe to expose me to the hazards of desperation , if you have any love , pity , or reason , give some assurance , at least encouragement , that in time I may be happy , otherwise while I consider your excellent Vertues , the incomparable Endowments of the Divine Soul , I mistrust my own merits , and you thereby become cruel in setting me upon the torments of suspition ; O think not that I can retain the Idaea of your Beauty without the hopes of enjoying you , or the absolute ruine and desolation of my self : Dear Soul , it is not the frownings of a Father , or Brother , that I value , but if you frown , or storm , or seem angry , you shoot a dart into my bosom ; since your sorrow is my suffering , and your complaints are to me an Agony worse than death ; therefore Divine Lady , be like your self , vertuous , constant , and resolved ; give some life to my hopes , remove my jealousie , that I may expect to call you mine , and be Master of my own senses , that I may be convinced there shall not need any further expostulation , since I discourse with an understanding Lady , and dare assure the world there are Women in it of worth , vertue , and sincerity , that scorn to be disloyal , as much as doth , My onely Joy , Yours onely , to be commanded . The Answer . 48. A Lady to her Iealous Lover . Suspitious Sir , WHat occasion have I given you to retain any evil or doubtful thoughts of my love or modesty ? it is true , and probably you have heard it , a Gentleman lately was pleased to bestow a visit on me , nor could I do less than afford him a civil salutation . Sir , I am not ignorant of the severity of the Italians exercise , but we are now in England , where the practice of humanity acquaints us with the true use of conversation ; I know too , that Love is always seasoned with a smack of Jealousie , however your own wisdom , and the confidence I thought you had of me , ●ight inform you , that an uncorrupted heart is Can●on proof against temptations as well as slanders : But to satisfie you , if you dare rely on my word , here passed not a Syllable between us , which a Divine , or you your self might not have heard , otherwise be confident , if there had been no limits to the bands of respecting you , I should yet have had a regard to my own credit , and neither have given ear to immodest parley , or any undecent carriage . Be from henceforth confident of my Loyalty , for in a little time it shall convince you , that I love you truly , and with so sincere a resolution , as to be , Sir , Yours , not to live without you . 49. Civilities from one Lady to another . Dear Madam , MY Ambition is still to continue in your favor , yet that may prove as importunate as it is unjust , because I never could deserve it , yet I have no power to frustrate the effect of that whereof you warrant the Cause which occasions my admiring of your worth . And since you have been pleased to assure me of your friendship , and your favour , I can do no less than offer my service , which shall ever be in readiness to attend your Commands : I have had some young Gallants with me of late , who promise more Visits , and have sent some Complements ; by the next I hope to be better furnished with somewhat new , to accompany what I have so often said , and shall perpetually , that I am , Madam , Yours , wholly at your Command . 50. A Gentlemans request ( for a sum of Money ) to his Friend : Sir , ACcuse me not for my Ambition to be still in your favour , since by that I freely beg what I would not ask , nor care to receive from any body whom I do not onely affect , but extreamly honour ; The urgency of my occasions have prevailed with me , to send this messenger to you for the sum of , &c. onely for one moneths time , at the expiration of which , you shall be certainly paid . Sir , you may well wonder , how I that deserved so little , can so con●idently desire so much ; but my unwillingness to forfeit my word with one Friend , hath put me to engage it to another . This suit if you will please to grant , you will infinitely oblige me , however if you deny me , I should be ungrate●ul and unworthy should I disown those engagements which have otherwise made me sufficiently Your Debtor , and your Servant . 51. A Lady to a Gentleman , on his Recovery from a Fit of Sickness . Noble Sir , BY your favour , which is a great one , I have met with the good News I hoped for ; I mean your Recovery from those dangers your late Sickness was said to threaten . I had the unhappy intelligence from one whom I knew to be just in his reports , and I was therefore bound in Honour as well as Conscience to believe him : But now you are well , I am safe , and not in so much danger of being frighted by the mis-reports of others . Here are now so many about me , and they cha●ting at all once , that I can with difficulty write one word of sense , however my heart like a Carryers horse , trots in the old path and pace , and cannot be distracted from resolving , nor my hand from expressing that I am , and shall be ever Your very Friend , and Servant . 52. The Recovered Gentleman , to the aforesaid Lady . Madam , MY indisposition hath been double , the want of health and your good company , which hath been most particularly desired ; since my inclination invites me to take a pleasure in your Society , your Letter was extreamly welcome , you may believe me , Madam , for you cannot but know with what respect I have continually adored your favours , in recompence for all I have received , and what I may not despair to hope for , I will serve you Madam , if I can not onely from one end of the world to the other , but from this very day , to the last of my life , and shall defie all your commands , if they shall dare to exceed my inclination and resolution to obey . I will not crave your pardon for not writing till now , since the King , if he will be just , cannot punish me for not performing impossibilities ; nor will you , I know , be so unmerciful now I want the use of my own hand , to deny me another mans . But though I have been his Debtor for it hitherto , I will make hard shift to subscribe my self now , and ever , Madam , Your obsequious Servant . 53. The Lover to his Mistriss , upon his fear of her entertaining a new Servant . Fairest Lady , WHat can there be to compose an accomplished minde , that you want ? Beauty , Generosity , a Noble Birth , solid Wisdom , affable Demeanor , insomuch Lady , that you are truely the Center where all the Graces meet , and you do not onely approach absolute Perfection , but enjoyn all others to a high and fervent Observation ; nor can I boast of any respects I do you , since your Vertues command more than I am able to wish , and it is my glory , and I esteem it the pride of my life to justifie my souls desire to serve you , and an honour to my Bondage , that I may be accepted for your slave . Command me then most Excellent Lady , but withal remember that your Commands be love ; for without love I can have no life , nor do I value death so I may bear your love with me to the grave ; Yet , my Dearest Lady , let me not be mistook , though I am happy in being your subject , yet , like a Soveraign Prince , I cannot endure a Competitor ; The feud being much alike between Rivals for Love , and those for Kingdoms ; I have more of man in me , to brook anothers Claim , especially any presumptuous hand to seize my right . Let me beseech you then , for Humanity sake , and Vertues , for yours and mine , to use a circumspection , lest you betray your Vertue to Corruption , or my small stock of Valour to irrecoverable dangers . For be assured , if my hopes are frustrated either by your will , or ignorance , I will defie the world , you , all women for your sake , and my self ; but if any daring Arm shall stretch it self out in violence to your Honor , I will in duty force it to retire , or make it perish in the extension , and be extreamly happy if my best bloud may be expended in the service , since I have vowed to entertain the Resolution of being , Madam , Nons but yours , and Yours till death . 54. A Fair young Virgin , to an old Rich Miser , whom her Guardian did design should Wed her . Honorable Sir , FOr I must ever acknowledge the truth of that old Proverb , that says Age is honorable ; for all that , give me leave to tell you , though I am under the tuition of another , yet I am Mistriss of my own affections ; and in truth , neither your wisdom , your gravity , no nor your riches can charm me to affect you ; Sir , be so much your self as to desist from your suit to me ; be in charity with the world , and in love with Heaven ; build Hospitals , that you may merit the prayers of the poor , and spend not your precious time in dotage upon a Woman ; for to be plain with you , I will sooner wed my self to a Nunnery , or some loathsom Goal , than become your Bed-fellow , and shall ever have a greater estimation for a Wiseman in Rags , than a Fool in his Richest Trappings ; if you visit me , or send to me any more , I shall conclude you troublesom and frantick ; be advised then , since you know the minde and resolution of , Sir , Yours in the way of Friendship . 55. The Ingratiating Gentleman to his angry Mistriss . Excellent Lady , I Beseech you to consider , I cannot live unless you love , then be so merciful as to save what your frowns are able to destroy ; if you imagine my Husbandry will be pro●use , your love will teach me to be frugal : Do you mistrust Incontinency ? love will quench those flames ; Do you fear I may be guilty of extravagancies , love will teach me to be solid ; Are you afraid of want ? love is content with a little , and studies things that are impossible , it overcomes all doubts and intricacies , and facilitates things that are most difficult . Be not then so credulous to the whispers of Calumniators , though these suggestions are buzzed into your ears , yet consider whether there be any ground for such like Jealousies , or the ends of those that raise them , onely to poison my Reputation and my Happiness ; let my honest and real Assertions be weighed in the ballance of your serene Judgement , that I may be admitted into your favour , or else know my doom , and die quickly , that Fame may do me so much honor and justice , as to Record me , Divine Lady , Your abused Martyr . 56. A Gentleman of good Birth , but small Fortune , to a worthy Lady , after she had given a d●●ial . Worthily Honored Lady , HAd I not apprehended some small spark of encouragement , as it seemed to issue from your gracious acceptance of my affections , I had certainly ●orborn to have put you to this second trouble , or my self to a fresh presumption , as knowing such Divine Stars of Beauty are to be beheld with more than an ordinary Veneration . Excellent Lady , I humbly beg of you , nor to reflect upon my Confidence , nor startle me with my inequality of Birth , lest the sense of losing you , send me to Hell with terror . My presumption hath this Apology , it is more ease to reach to the lofty Bough , than to stoop to the humble straw ; and when a man attempts things Noble , though he fail in his designs , it is a glory to undertake them . And though , Madam , you are truly great as well as good ; yet Histories will tell you , there have been Queens , and Persons of highest Honor have cast their smiles on such whose accomplis●ments might claim respect . For my own part , I may and dare say it without ostentation , my Birth is not base nor mean , and my affection nobly loyal : Oh let not my fears suggest to me that some other by an intrusion will deprive me of my Souls Treasure , your love , a Happiness that I would purchase with any thing more dear than liberty or life ; Oh be not then so severe as to say , Honor forbids you to affect me , though you could like my person , there is death in every accent of such a sound ; But if you do resolve for a servant more meritorious than my self , you will ease my torments by giving me to understand so much , since I intend not to trouble you with any more lines , but resolutely to fall , Celestial Lady , A Sacrifice to Love , and you . 57. A Lover to his Mistriss , who had lately entertained another Servant to her bosom , and her bed . Madam , I Am now arrived to that pitch of Learning , as to understand the Vanity of your Se● , you have incomparably well proved , that though men can put a bridle into the nostrils of wilde Beasts , out-do the Craft of Serpents , and dive into the most hidden secrets of Nature , yet the industrious thing called Woman can out-do him , and confound his noble understanding . From henceforth therefore I will shun your Sex as the infectious poison of a Pestilence ; Now could I curse my Credulity , my self , and all Women for your sake ; was I not fore-warned by the example of a wicked Helen , that occasioned the desolation of famous Troy , by that of Eryphile , Cleopatra , Messelia , Panthea , Rhodopis , and many others ? but why should I trouble my brain to sum up Examples , when each woman is a Plague her self to all but those Adulterous Lechers that bear Hot-houses in their bodies , and Stoves in their boyling blouds . I perceive my love was not sufficiently immodest for you , I have been too cold in my Amours , therefore it is you slight me , and entertain some Monster of a more able back ; whom ( not unlikely ) your roving wanton eyes have discovered from your window to bear some heavy weight , and not shrink his well-made Joynts under his ponderous load ; may you enjoy him , but may you receive the rewards due to your Adultery and Perjury ; for be assured Heaven hath continual supplies of Vengeance for such abominable offenders ; And that it will be just to you , and your deserts , is not onely the desire , but the belief of Your most abused Friend . The Answer . 58. The Lady to her Lover , in defence of her own Innocency . Vnkinde Sir , I Do not a little wonder at the frenzie of your crackt brain , since you dare thus confidently to call my love and modesty in question , and onely for the civil Entertainment which in honor I was obliged to afford a Friend ; whence come all those dreadful and satyrical Expressions that you imagine are now too good for one that but lately you pretended to love entirely , and spared not Vows and Imprecations to create a credulity in me ? Certainly the Furies were your Dictators when you wrote ; I will grant you that a Lover may be allowed to be a little jealous , it is but the overflowings of his affection , but I hold it not sit he would be mad , ranging mad , as I fear you are . Sir , believe me , your intelligence is false , and innocency can with safety stand all the Assaults of a slanderous Tongue : P●ay recollect your thoughts , and punish my Accuser , that my worth may not lie longer under the burthen of a Calumny : Be less suspicious , and assure your self I shall be ever loyal , though now I write in passion , so far I dare engage , since I already finde it is my chief content and happiness to be thought worthy of being , Sir , Yours , though hugely wronged . 59. A Lady to him whom she affects . Sir , I Should have been happy if Heaven had given me merits to deserve your affections , since I hold it no great difficulty to afford you mine : But that we may discourse with a little freedom , I will borrow so much time from my other Affairs , as to meet you at , &c. onely I shall give you this Caution , that as I am a Virgin , you will shew your self so far a Gentleman as not to offer any thing that may savour of incivility ; pardon me , that I lay such an Injunction on you , it is not that I question you are otherwise Noble , but onely what is commonly expected from a Maiden , that hath a respect to her own modesty and credit , and may therefore very well become , Sir , Your Friend and Servant . The Answer . 60. A Lover to his Amorous Lady . Dear Madam , I Do so well understand my respects to you , that ( pardon my boldness if I say ) your care was somewhat needless . Lady , it is you that I adore , and can you then imagine I would injure you , you that I would gladly make my own , and be proud of such a Purchase ? Again , my Birth is not so base , as to tyrannize over Ladies , especially you , the best of Ladies ; when the Skie puts on her bespangled Garments , th● glittering Stars , I will expect you with all the reverence and submission due to your noble Merits , from , Divine Lady , Yours , if you think me worthy . 61. The Affected Lover to his Mistriss . Glorious Lady , WE read and understand by the industrious help of History , how stones have danced after Amphion to the Theban Walls , that the Mountainous Ossa , and the lofty Pa●chaya likewise danced to the Odrission Lyre , that Dolphins forsook their wilde Natures , when they heard the melody of Arions Harp , humbling their backs of scales , to bear him from the violence of Neptune , and his angry waves . It is the● beneath a wonder , if the world stand amazed at your voice ; should the fierce Tyger , or the raging Boar but hear you speak , they would change their unbridled natures into the modesty of devout Adorers : One accent from your delicate and incomparable lips , are sufficient to give life to a dying man , and to revive into Childe-hood the chil and cold clods of Age. One smile of yours can work more miracles , than Esons Experience found in Medeas Bath . How happy am I then in your love ! I am nothing beneath the great Monarch of the greatest Empire , and may I fall from all Fortunes , to my absolute ruine , when I forget to be , Most Honored Lady , Your Beauties slave . The Answer . 62. A Lady to her Affected Lover . My Happiness and Ioy , YOur large Commendations , and liberal Expressions towards me , do certainly assure me that your affection to me is real ; yet though I cannot requi●e your courtesies with a reprehension , I think I ought in justice to give you this Cautionary Information , that though you may think as you say , others may be of another minde ; and some Critick may chance to finde those faults in your Rhetorick , which you that see with the Multiplying-glass of Love cannot perceive ; Therefore lest you forfeit your wisdom , forbear these Hyperbolies hereafter , since the reciprocal tryals that have passed between us , do sufficiently declare the mutual coherency of our affections : Let me implore you to be more reserved in this point , if you respect my love , or me , for what need such lofty lines , that savour so much of flattery , when you know I hyve made it my resolution to be Yours , and onely yours . 63. A Lady to her despairing Lover , who had deserted his suit at the first Repulse . Sir , I Have expected either to have seen or heard farther from you , but I perceive you are but a raw Souldier , and but lately engaged under Cupids banner , otherwise you would not have given over the Skirmish for a small Repulse ; For though I can afford you a room in my heart , and all th● love that is there is for you and your worth , yet you might well tax me with lenity , or suppose me extream forward , should I yield at the first summous , without having the least experience either of your love , or loyalty ; But be confident ( for I dare write more than I durst speak , since this Paper cannot blu●h , though I may ) I have had a very high respect and honor for you , since the first moment that made me happy with your presence ; I suppose a word to the wise may be sufficient , if you have a kindness for me , you perceive I am ready to go out of the road of a Maidens modesty , onely to meet with you : Be not so much like your Sex , as to slight me , now you have that thrown upon you , which with so much ardency you seemed to court before ; for I can judge of Justice as well as Love : but if you will favor me with your company , or at least a line or two , you will not onely give me abundance of satisfaction , but engage me to be Sir , Yours for ever . 64. A Gentleman to a fair Lady , whom he accidentally discovered at a Window . Lovely Lady , JUstice and Honor kiss your Hands , and so far plead my Cause as to tell you , you are obliged to shew me favor , since for your sake I have undergone the vehement tortures of an expecting Lover , but now being grown impatient , I have taken a resolution to be rather importunate than bashful ; for my nature is too high to suffer me to stoop to , or flie from any attempt that hath the countenance of what is Noble : Fairest Lady , my Ambition is to visit you , if my love may prevail with you to afford me so great an honor , and I question not ( since Heaven delights to be loved , and you like one of its Inhabitants journeyed here for a small space , appear Angelical ) but you will be in condition as in beauty ; For if the Divinity of your Person lay a charm upon my senses , it is but Justice that you endeavor to recover me before my Distemper render ▪ me incapable of any remedy ; however it shall be my glory , if I cannot live your servant , that I can die , Lovely Creature , Your Devout Admirer . 65. A sick Lady to her Lover , enjoyning him to forbear his Visits , she being infected with the Small-Fox , or some other Malignant Distemper . Sir , I Am now become a Prisoner to my Chamber , and though it were charity in you to bestow your Visits , yet my own sense of justice informs me I ought to continue close , since that fate that hath befallen me , may else be so spightful as to seize on you : it is a Distemper that hath used a violence to my whole body , and hath not spared my face ; lest therefore I become your wonder , I conjure you by all the love you have , or ever had for me , to absent your self for some time , till you may see me with more safety and convenience ; for if you should venture your person , now mine is in some danger ▪ my grief would be augmented , since I know it is more wisdom to hazard the one half of my Estate , than all , and if I must lose my self , I would not have Death to be so triumphant as to possess my second self , and to glory in his Conquests so far as to make me a Bankrupt : You will do well to let me hear from you , at least send your Prayers in my behalf to the Heavenly Throne , for so it becomes a Christian and a Friend , and you will therein do justice to your self , and Sir , Yours in sickness , or in health . 66. The fearful Lover , to his supposed unconstant Mistriss . Madam , IT is now most apparent to me , that there is no credit to be given to a Woman , have not you and I confirmed so strong a League of Love and Friendship as was possible to be done , yet you can forget all your Promises , your Vows , and sober Protestations , as if they were but as so much winde , and might be broken as soon as made . This you have most perfidiously done , and under the pretence of fear that your Misfortunes are drawing nigh , as if you had discretion enough to chalk to your self the way to your Felicity , or as if you held a Correspondence with Wizards that could divine what the effects of our loves should be ; if I must be slighted now at last , when I thought to be most happy , yet at least pray let me not be forgotten , that you may justly say you were once loved by a real Friend , and if it be my Misfortune to be deprived of you , may you meet with one whose affections may be sincere as mine , that would be , Madam , Yours , if you please . The Answer . 67. A Lady to her fearful Lover . Worthy Sir , YOur downright railing against our Sex , seems to me , onely as the heat of your passion , which I will favour with the construction of your love . But I cannot but extreamly admire what Devil it should be should enflame you with so much fear and Jealousie : I Remember all those Vows and Protestations that passed between us , and you shall know , I dare not to be so wicked as to tempt Heaven and Vengeance , so as to break my least promise to any soul alive , especially with you ; Be therefore wise , and more resolved , you might have forborn your tainting language of my chalking out a way to my felicities , or holding a correspondence with Witches , or of Taxing me point blank with perfidiousness before you heard my answer ; such usage would tempt many a Young Maiden to scorn and forger love : when I see you next we may discourse farther on this Subject ; tell then and ever be confident , I am Yours , if you think fit . 68. A Wife to her Extavagant Husband . Vain and Miserable man , CAnst thou open thy eyes and not fear lest every one that sees thee should revenge those Adulteries and lascivious actions of thine , wherewith thou hast brought upon thee the Curses of a chaste Wife , with her dear and innocent Babes ? doth not thy Conscience tell thee there is an everlasting Law-giver fits in triumph against the day of Vengeance , to Judge such perverie sinners as thee ? Or dost , thou imagine that those strict duties ( commanded from the beginning ) were but matters of Policy , or that position of Man and Wife being one flesh , was meerly breath and Exhalation ? surely it is so esteemed by Atheists and prophane Livers , but I fear to the Eternal horror of thy Soul , thou wilt ●oar in the pit of everlasting perdition , from whence it is difficult to get Redemption ; Therefore be no more foolish , but call to minde how thou hast mispended thy most precious time , endeavour to redeem it , and open the eyes of thy understanding ; that thou mayest repent , and sin no more , lest a worse th●ng happen unto thee ; Consider the lips of a whore are sweet as Honey to the taste of fools , but in her heart is the sting of Scorpions ; yea , the Poyson of Aspes lie under her lips ; wilt thou then adventure the stinging , when there is no Cataplasm for the sore ? wilt thou forget the Vertuous Wife of thy bosome , for a Strumpet that is not onely disloyal , but impudent ? darest thou de●pise thy Children , those gifts of the Almighty Providence , resembling Olive Branches about thy Table , those Buds of the Divine Blessings promised to the good man ; wilt thou run and wallow in the loathsom sink of Lust , and carnal Bruitality ? thou that mayest trace the fair Walks of Contentment with honest and chaste Embracings ! Oh , be more advised , Let the Contract of your Nuptial Vows prevail with thee , I conjure thee return to the pleasant Springs of our Amity , that I may wash thee clean again with the tears and kisses of a loving Wife , that thou mayest see thy children flourish , and that I may no longer be as my present condition renders me , Thy sorrowful and miserable Wife . The Answer . 69. A Lover to his Distempered Lady . My Ioy , YOu are now more cruel in your Sickness , than I ever found you in your Health , it was a severe Command you sent to me ; what though you are sick , if I do not see you , I shall be so too , and perhaps may go out of the world before you : I understand your indisposition to be great , and that your Disease hath abused you to your face , but I hope you understand me so well , as to conclude my love doth not consist in outward forms , I have reason to command my passion , and by that I am perswaded it was a Vertuous Cassandra , not a Fair Hellen that I courted , a spirit that was truely noble , not the thin skin of a fair feature ; however I am confident the beauty of your Person , as well as that of your Minde , cannot be subject to a ruine by any sinister Accident : Time that undertakes to wrestle with all things mortal , may give it a trip hereafter , and then our souls shall enjoy a blissful Union to Eternity : Dear Soul , recal your Mandate , and give me leave to be happy once more , for till I see you , I am in continual pain , however I have this consolation , that I can be Yours languishing . 70. A Lady to her Servant , that for some private reasons concealed his Birth and Fortunes . Honored Sir , MY Ambition hath been of so long a growth , that now it is become too big to be concealed ; therefore I beseech you , if you have any respect for a young Lady , satisfie my request , which is onely that I may better know you , and be better known to you . You seem to be a Gentleman every way compleat , if I may receive your Character , though from your own mouth , I shall believe it as an Oracle , for I perswade my self you are truely Noble ; if your intentions are as I have reason to believe , and that you bear any kindness towards me , you will not deny this reasonable civility ; nor can it be thought discretion , but rather a strange extravagancy in me , to receive your affections , or to pledge my own , unless I can have ●ome account of your worth , more than what I have ●ead in your visage , which I confess is sufficient ( if our ●onditions may correspond ) to entitle me , Sir , Yours , as you shall please . 71. The absent Lover , to his supposed unconstant Mistriss . Madam , I Dare not rashly condemn you , but pardon my love , if I take upon me to inform and to advise ●●u ; There are those that whisper strange things ●●ncerning you , as that you afford your self more li●●rty than is consistant with the modes●y of your 〈◊〉 ; and that at unseasonable times you have been seen to accompany such persons , whose conversation is sufficient to render you weak and scandalous : I know , Madam , report is commonly a Tatler and a Liar , nor dare I entertain a lose thought of one whom I so dearly love , I cannot think my self lost to your Memory , but my fears make me apt to hearken to any thing , wherein there is any use made of your name ● impute it as I do , to my distraction , not your defects , but withal be so circumspect , that the mouths of slanderous people may be stopped , that envy it self may by seeing your Vertuous disposition , arrive to the same happiness that I enjoy , which is , to love and admire you , which I shall ever do while you have vertue , or I have power to be Yours . 72. A Gentlemans advice to his Mistriss , how she should blinde the eyes of her watchful friends . My Lifes life , I Perceive thy Guardian , who is no Friend of mine● doth not onely watch me , and all my words an● actions , but hath his Emissaries to do the like , an● there are those that do assure me , the Servants an● charged to slip behinde the Hangings , and to watc● who they are that shall visit thee ; my advice there●fore is , that always in his presence we seem as strangers and counterfeit our looks , that we may thereby per●haps allay the heat of his Jealousie , but remember when thou seest my brow full of frowns , as if I had resolution to be angry , it is but a Copy of my coun●tenance , and that originally I am as I shall be ever 〈◊〉 happy , and therefore thy most pleasant friend , belie●● it for a play , not a truth , and if thou dost but act t●● part as well as I , it shall not be long ere Hymen sha●● draw the Curtain , and discover to all the world , th●● in spight of either their care or envy , thou art min● in the interim be assured , I shall in Love and Loyalty continue as an unmoved Rock , My dearest Dear , thy affectionate Servitor . 73. A Gentleman to his new Mistress , upon his relinquishing an old one . Lovely Lady , HAving lately had the happiness to see you , I am now withdrawn from my designs of marrying with another , I cannot deny but some treaty was had concerning that affair with , &c. but your excellent beauty hath put a stop to my career , and hath made me ambitious of meriting your favour , and that you may not think me wavering , since I have left one that I might finde a better ; be assured , Madam , I will never enter into the bonds of Matrimony with any but your incomparable self . I had not perhaps took this presumption upon me , if I had not had some encouragements , or if I had not at least fancied as much , when I was lately where you were . I beseech you , Dear Lady , pardon this rudeness , and give me the opportunity to wait upon you , that I may verbally and really give you a farther testimony of the love and honour I ●ave had for you , since I made it my resolution to live and die Yours . 74. A Captious Lover to his Vertuous Lady . Mistress , &c. I Did perswade my self that you were absolutely resolved to be mine , and that no perswasions or al●urements could prevail with you to vary from your ●orm●r thoughts , but I now finde you are as change●ble as your Sex , and it is easier to hold a slippery ●el by the tail , than to finde a Woman that is true and ●onstant . Had I given you any occasion , you might ●ave had some pretence for your frequenting the company of the young Gallant , or admitting him into your Society , but my affections have been unspotted , and never had so much as a small flaw , or mote in them till now . Now , that you like an unjust , and wanton , if not lascivious piece of Vanity , have given occasion to no small number that observed your behaviour , to talk and besmear that fair reputation that you before enjoyed , which was the main motive that spurred me on to conclude our Contract . And since that time I have took you to be mine , and therefore may with the more freedom reprove you , and advise you . I shall now say no more , but expect you should satisfie my disturbed thoughts , by giving me an account of what passed between you , and then hoping you will be more reserved for the future , you may still conclude me as bfeore , Your affectionate real Friend . The Answer . 75. A Vertuous Lady to her Captious Lover . Sir , I Am apt to believe it for a certain truth , that Cupi● and Iealousie are inseparable Companions , and tru● love is oftentimes mixed with suspitious fears , but 〈◊〉 is my wonder , that you who are a man of reaso● should so flatly condemn me before you hear what m● offence hath been . Sir , give me leave to tell you , have now a fair occasion to mistrust your demean●● hereafter . The Gentleman that was in my compa●● deserves rather your acknowledgements for his nob●● deportment , than your extravagant censure : but pe●●haps you will absolutely conclude me idle , for bei●● so much as seen with any man , since I was design to be yours onely , however you may do me the ●●●stice to consider there were others of my Sex 〈◊〉 me , nor had I been in his company , had not the i●●portunate intreaties of the rest prevailed with 〈◊〉 Besides , though I am in election to be your wife , I hope you do not intend to make me your Slave , but will ●llow me a reasonable conversation with persons above the reach of a Calumny ; I beseech you Sir , be ●atisfied with this account , and take this for a certain ●ruth , I will hence forward forget the hopes of being a ●ride , before I will cast you into such another hell of ●ormenting Jealousies , but shall study to render my ●elf as shall become , Sir , Yours , if it may be . 76. A Lover in Commendation of his Mistriss . My Bliss , I Was sufficiently amazed when I beheld your person , and the beauty of your outward shape , insomuch that I concluded Nature de●igned you for her Store-house , wherein all her Rarities and Novelties were dispersed and intrusted ; I looked , and as I looked , I admired , but having afterwards attained to under●●and the vertues of your minde , I could not then but ●early perceive what a rich treasure of precious Jewels were inclosed within the fair Casket . Since which ●ime , I have been proud of mine own judgement , and think the better of my self for fixing upon so glorious 〈◊〉 object . This is not flattery , but justice ; and as you have set my affections on a flame , it is as just that you should study some way for satisfaction , since I am 〈◊〉 thought , word , and deed , Madam , yours , wholly at your devotion . 77. A Ladies thanks to a Gentleman for a civility lately received . Worthy Sir , I Should be a stranger to Worth and Honour , should I be so far unacquainted with the Generosity of our Nature , as not to understand it to be truly Noble in all things , it studies to do courtesies , and hates to receive acknowledgements , yet I must be so upright to my self , as to own your late civility for a most noble favor , which I confess I received with some kinde of amazement , as being my self so much undeserving ; and lest my services should be beneath my wishes , if I can have your acceptance , my endeavors cannot be unrewarded , for that alone will render them con●iderable ; And if I can be happy in any thing , it must be in proclaiming to the world how much I am , Noble Sir , Your Honorer , and most humble Servant . 78. A Gentleman to a sick Lady . Madam , I Am so happy as to sympathize with you in your want of Health , my minde assures me , you cannot be distempered by any bold Disease , but I must be so too , you have this evidence for it , since I have had an extream fit of discontentment from the time I last saw you : Now I am somewhat amended , my indisposition is a little qualified , which gives me encouragement to hope , as I do desire , that your condition is the same , otherwise , rather than you should want a Companion in your misery , I would choose to be ill again ; That I may therefore be fore-warned of my own Misfortunes , be pleased I bes●ech you to let me understand how you do , and withal make me happy by receiving some Commands from you , since it is the glory of my life to appear , Madam , Yours , in all occasions . The Answer . 79. A sick Lady to a Gentleman . Noble Sir , MY distemper leaves me , but all in vain , since I cannot be throughly well till I see that you are so , I could once willingly have dyed , because I cannot live to requite your kindness : but now I begin to be past all hope of dying , for death came towards me so fast , that the very joy thereof , hath wrought in me a recovery . Sir , my health consists onely in the ability which I hope suddenly to have , that I may visit you ; since you will not be so favorable as to prevent me by coming hither , but whether to come to me , or I to you , I hope you will not deny me the honor to own what I have hitherto profest , to be still , what I was before , and will continue , Sir , Yours , to serve and honor you . 80. A Husband to his Lasc●vious Wife . Wicked and wretched Woman , HAst thou forgot all goodness , that thou da●est lift up thy adulterous eyes to behold the Christal light ? Hast thou no sense of thy own filthy deformity ? Dost thou not know the world brands thee for a Whore , a notorious Strumpet ? Art thou not sensible how thou hast made me become a scorn and by-word to all that know me ? Not that the credit of an honest man can be dashed by the infidelity of a Strumpet : but so it is , that the corruption of the times have created a custom , to set the Wives sins upon the Husbands forehead ; thy children are either hated or pityed by all , and I my self dare not look upon them , lest I permit my fears to whisper to me ●hy Whoredoms , and their Bastardy . Our Relations , ●nd those that were formerly our bosom Friends , do ●ow forsake us , crying , they will not accompany themselves with such as belong to the house of shame , or that tread the paths of incontinency , consider these things and ●epent , lest thy impenitency do farther provoke Divine Justice , and Heaven pour forth Vengeance as a reward for all thy impieties , and withal remember , this is the advice of , Monstrous Woman , Thy sad , and much injured Husband . 81. A Gentleman to his Friend , returning thanks for sending him a Book . Worthily Honored Sir , I Would have rejoyced to have had an opportunity to serve you before you sent me that ingenious Piece , Entituled , The Lives of the Statesmen and Favorites of England since the Reformation : But I am now bound to make it the business of my life to render for all an humble and hearty acknowledgement , both for your own sake , and for the Gifts ; for though nothing could be unwelcome to me that you should send , yet I know not what could have been more welcome , except your self , who I know not how to requite , but must proclaim you a Noble Friend , and a charitable Gentleman , and shall multiply my wishes for your prosperity , since you have without merit of mine , bound me for ever , Sir , Your thankful Servant . 82. A Gentlemans request to his Friend for a sum of Money . Sir , LEt me not be held no Friend , because I send to borrow money , I had rather want that , than lose your love ; but Sir , if you shall think fit to pardon my boldness , I desire your patience so far , as to measure the length of your Purse-strings , since a present and urgent occasion puts me on this strange adventure : The sum is but five pounds , which shall be paid within a moneth , if you dare take my credit ; for the assurance , and for interest you shall have my thankful acknowledgements . Thus not doubting of your civility in this case , I rest as ever , Your Friend and Servant . The Answer , 83. A Gentleman to his Friend that sent to borrow Money . Sir , OUr Friendship would be held by a slender thread if a five pound weight could snap it . I have not thought fit to pardon any bolddess , but do esteem my self happy in that I have a Purse or strings to serve you , your credit is sufficient , and therefore I have sent you the sum required , and shall expect no other interest , than the like courtesie ( if you think it one ) when you shall be troubled by Your hearty real Friend . 84. A Lover to his Mistriss . Bright Lady , I Am now in love with my own eyes , and wit , for were not the first exceeding good , they could not endure the lustre of your Beauty , and I am apt to believe the latter may be sharp , since it hath so exact a Character of your worth . Be more just to your self and me , than to think I flatter you , look into your self , and then you will wrong neither , and when you finde I have done you right , call not my affection in question for making the discovery , since it is my duty to serve you and truth in all things honorable ; But if by commending my own services , I am so presumptuous as to exceed your pleasure , let your pity seal my pardon , since my default was onely the effect of love , and I shall doubly be engaged to be Madam , Yours now , and ever . The Answer . 85. A Lady to her Lover . Sir , YOu do well to love your own eyes , and wit , and I will own the first to be good , and the latter sharp , but if they both w●nt together as you place them , your brains might be on the out-side of your head , and then if you prove mistaken , blame your self , your eyes , your wit , and not me : But that I may be just to you , where there is no fault , there is no need of pardon , though the worth of ones affection oftentimes appeares more in words than in reality , however if you will take the liberty and trouble to commend me , I must and will claim the priviledge to subscribe my self , Sir , Your obliged Servant . 86. A Gentleman to his Rival . Sir , IF you understood what an Honor I have for the accomplished Lady , you are pleased to a●●ord your Courtships too , and what a reciprocal return I have for my affections , you would either out of civility or judgement cease to be so ridiculous , as to endeavor to rob me of her , whom her Parents and her self hath blessed me with ; And though perhaps she out of a Maiden modesty , will assure you it is not so , yet I can justifie as much , and make it apparent to your own judgement ; besides the time is drawing near when our wishes will be consummated , and then , you , and that part of the world that know her , may learn whether what I have now said be a truth or fable ; Couzen not your self , she hath a notable waggish wit , and uses it onely to make you her sport : Sir , be wise , and think not with ease to attain to a happiness that I have tugged for ; you are a Gentleman whom I have known , nor are your Relations strangers to me , were it not for that reason , I should not have brooked your visits to her hitherto , to the disturbance of my quiet : But from this time remember I have desired and warned you to forbear , as you cherish your safety and reputation , that so we may continue friends , for be assured you cannot finde out a more ready way to provoke my wrath , than your perseverance , which will occasion me to proclaim my self , Sir , Your incensed Enemy . 87. A Virgin to her Parents , that would have her matched to one whom she cannot love . Most Dear Parents , I Beseech you , let the Rules of Nature be so prevalent with you , as not to marry me to the man whom you design , but if you do resolve that I shall marry , let it be to one that I shall love , or to my grave : be not over-ruled by the thought of Avarice , lest you become inhumane to your own bloud , and make me Your sad , sorrowful , and afflicted Daughter . 88. A Gentlemans first Address to his Mistriss . Beauteous Lady , YOur feature is so glorious , that I must needs acknowledge I do verily believe Nature hath not one Piece of Art that she can more boast of , nor is there any Lady under Heaven to whom I owe a greater reverence , were your affections but correspondent to mine , I would vie for happiness with the proudest Prince under the bright Canopy of the Celestial Orb , but without your love , I cannot live , which will be a sufficient evidence , that you are the efficient cause of my ruine : Madam , I humbly implore your favor , make me your adopted servant , and use me , and what is mine , as yours , for I account no glory greater than that of being , Lovely Lady , Your obedient Vassal . 8● . Another to the same effect . Mirror of Women , PArdon the presumption of a stranger , that having lately lost his heart , makes an enquiry for it of one who is composed of nothing but what consists of Innocence and Vertue , and from thence I have this consolation , that knowing it is in your possession , I question not but you will be noble to it , either for love or pities sake● : Dear Lady , give me leave to pay my visits to it , and if I may be so happy , let me accompany it , by being registred among the chief of your adorers . I confess my encouragements are small , having attempted nothing yet that might make me capable of your smiles , and being acquainted onely with your worth ; yet such is the over-ruling power of your Beauty , that though my eyes were but once blessed with a sight of your peerless Perfections , my soul immediately became a Captive to your Vertues ; and being now at your disposal , I shall hope to finde you merciful , that I may not languish in an adverse fortune , since you are naturally tender , and I am , fair Nymph , Yours wholly , in the bonds of firm affection . 90. A Courteous Lass to her Paramour , who had gotten her with Childe . Dear Sir , I Am now constrained to con●ine my self to a retired life , such is the fruit of our late daliance , that I am become obvious ( and without your company shall be odious ) to all that see me , and like your self , the Babe in my womb is continually exercising it self in an activity that affords me but little rest . You cannot forget your promises to marry me , ere you could prevail with me to satisfie your pleasures ; Sweet Sir , let your stay be short , for prolixity is dangerous to both our Reputations , I languish till you come , and till then , and ever shall remain , My Dear Soul , Yours , to love , and live with you . 91. A Gentleman to his ( once scornful , but now ) Affectionate Mistress . Madam , YOur sighs and flatteries are not prevalent enough , since I have now disposed of my resolutions so firmly , as that they are beyond the power of either of us to recal . Nor am I one of those puny Lovers , that think it reasonable to lay my love at your feet , after it hath so inhumanely received your slights . I once loved you too well , but now have so opened the eyes of my understanding , that I can more plainly see my own worth , and your frailty . You are now so kinde as to make vows of love to me , and I am so little an infidel as to believe you , and therefore since you have a love for me , I conjure you by that love you bear me , that you trouble me no more , but henceforth study to forget that I ever was so much as . Your loving Friend . 9● . A Kinde-hearted Gentlewoman to her boasting Favorite . Vngrateful man , HAth my love to you deserved no better than your scorns ? did I receive you to my embraces through my weak belief of your treacherous Vows , and do you requite me with the ruine of my Reputation : Degenerate Monster , can you be so sottish as to think you do not wound your own fame , when you strike at me , will not all men abhor you ? and though they permit you a hearing , yet esteem of you as one of Natures Prodigies . But to be more plain with you , be so wise as to forbear your foul reproaches , lest you receive a Pistol , or a Ponyard , from some one or other that may be sensible of your unworthy usage to , Base Wretch , Your mortal Enemy . 93. The Lover to his inconstant Mistriss . Lady , YOur love was once my Paradise , nor did I esteem my self happy in ought else , but now perceiving your Ambition hath betrayed your Honor , and corrupted your affection towards me , give me leave to tell you , since you can forget to love , I can as easily forget to sigh , and from this minute shall disown you for being the object of my delight , since I think it not at ●●l difficult to finde a Mistriss of more worth and constancy . May you possess a Husband equal to your deserts , I wish you no greater Plague . Farewel . Songs Alamode , Composed by the most Refined Wits of this Age. Song 1. AS in those Nations , where they yet adore Marble and Cedar , and their aid implore , 'T is not the workman , nor the preciou● wood , But 't is the worshipper that makes the God ; So cruel Fair , though Heaven has giv'n thee all , We mortals Vertue , or ( can ) Beauty call , 'T is we that give the thunder to your frowns , Darts to your eyes , and to our selves the wounds ; Without our love which proudly you deride , Vain were your Beauty , and more vain your Pride . All envy'd beings that the world can show , Still to some meaner thing their greatness ow. Subjects make Kings , and we the numerous Train Of humble Lovers constitute thy Reign , Onely this dif●erence Beauties Realm can boast , Where most it favors , it enslaves the most ; And those to whom 't is most indulgent found , Are ever in the surest fetters bound . No Tyrant yet but thee was ever known , Cruel to them that serv'd to make him one ▪ Valor 's a Vice , if not with Honor joyn'd , And Beauty a Disease when 't is not kinde . Song 2. FAirest Nymph my delay Shames me , a Lover Which I will now repay , Since I discover Those Beauties and Graces Which so adorn thee , And makes thee grow proud , That it hath born thee , At the Wakes and the Fairs , And ev'ry Meeting , He 's onely happy can Dance with my Sweeting ▪ Where all that stand about , Still gaze upon her , And those the Crow'd ke●p out , Are talking on her . As she walks through the Meads With other Lasses , All Flowers bend their heads Still as she passes . Striving to offer them - Selves to be gather'd , That she might Garlands wear , E're they were wither'd . As she at Ball in the Cool ev'ning play'd For little Victories And Wagers layd ; As the Ball , so their hearts When they came nigh her , Leapt for joy equally , As they stood by her . Ask the Rose why so red , She said , she kist it , The Lilly why so pale , 'Cause her lips mist it . The blushing Cherry said 'T would be her debt●r , 'Cause one soft touch of hers Did ripen't better . Song 3. BReak , break , distracted heart , there is no Cure For this thy Souls most desperate Calenture , Sighs which in others passion vent , And give them ease when they lament , Are but the billows to my hot desire , And tears in me me not quench , but nourish fire : Nothing can mollifie my grief , Or give me passion , or relief . Love's flames when smother'd always do devour , And when oppos'd have the same fatal power . Then welcome Death , let thy blest hands apply A Medicine to my grief , I 'le die , I 'le die . Song 4. WElcome blest hand , whose white out-vies The Lillies , or the Milky way , Nor can the spacious azure Skies , Cloath'd in the glories of the Day , Reveal so great a brightness as that hand , Compar'd to which the Snow it self is tann'd . Welcome blest hand , whose ev'ry touch Is able to recal a Soul Fled hence , whose sov'raign Pow'r is such , That it no mortal can controul ; My brest with as much joy that touch receives , As condemn'd Pris'ners do their wisht Reprieves . But prithee Celia , what design Led thy fair hands unto my bre●t , Was it a love to thine own shrine , Or pity to a thing opprest ? For thou mightst feel 't swoln with those griefs which love At first begets , and cruelties improve . Thou couldst not think to finde my heart Within its wonted place of rest , That 's turn'd recluse , and set apart , To the fair Cloyster of thy Brest , There 't is confin'd , but to a liberty , To be imprison'd there , is to be free . Therefore if thou my pulse wouldst feel , Or would my constitution know , Touch thine own cruel breast of Steel , And that will tell thee how I do ; For in that happy Treasury doth lie , The sacred power to bid me live , or die . Song 5. LEt Votaries rearing up Altar and Shrine , Court streight-lac'd Religion till they be weary . I nought will offer but full Cups of wine , As a sacrifice to th' fat god of Canary . What pretenders call holy , Is dull Melancholly , 'T is onely rich Wine , Has the Power Divine , When they sigh and sob to make us all merry . Let crack-brain'd Students with Volumes devour , And let the starch'd Puritan minde Revelations , While themselves do pine , and their faces look sowre , And Quacks kill themselvs with inventing Purgations . Come give us more Sack , While our brains do crack , We 'l steep our dry souls In liberal Bowls , And cherish our hearts with diviner Potations . Let Adventurers sail , till they plough up the Main , Of stones they call precious , let 'em bring home a Mine The light of our Noses their Rubies shall stain , And our Carbuncled Faces their Diamonds out-shine . With peril and pain , Those trifles they gain , They wander and rome , Whilest we sit at home , And think w'have the Indies , if we have but good wine . Yet sure the Leviathan happy would be , Who 's made to tipple and frolick i' th deep , If Bacchus , not Neptun● , were god of the Sea , And the Ocean Sack his senses to steep : Nor would any man fear To be ship wracked there , Since if he were drown'd , By th' Jury 't would be found That he was but dead drunk , and so fell asleep . Song 6. BEyond the malice of abusive Fate , I now am grown , And in that state My heart shall mourn The loss it has receiv'd , When of its onely joy it was bereav'd ; The Woods with Ecchoes do abound , And each of them return the sound Of my Amintor's name ▪ Alas , he 's dead , And with him all my joys are fled , Willow , willow , willow , must I wear , For sweet Amintor's dead , who was my dear . Song 7. WHen Phillis watch'd her harmless sheep , Not one poor Lamb was made a prey ; Yet she had cause enough to weep , Her silly heart did go astray , Then flying to the Neighboring Grove , She left the tender Flock to rove , And to the windes did breathe her love . She sought in vain , To ease her pain , The heedless windes did fan her fire , Venting her grief , Gave no relief , But rather did encrease desire . Then sitting with her arms across , Her sorrows streaming from each eye , She fix'd her thoughts upon her loss , And in despair resolv'd to die . Mock Song 8. ON yonder Hill a Beacon stands , My Gloves will hardly fit your hands . I think 't will freeze to night , Tobacco is an Indian weed , Ieffory can neither write nor read , I 'm sure some Dogs will bite . Pease-porridge is a Lenten dish , Pudding is neither flesh , nor fish , Some Cheese will choak a Daw , The Mayor of Quinborogh's but a Clown , The Lawyer wears a dagled Gown , Wat Tyl●r and Iack Straw . The Sun sets alway in the West , Is not the Popes Religion b●st ? Yes , when the Devil 's bind . Room for my Lord Mayor and his horse , The Spaniard took Breda by force , With butter'd fish he din'd . Hark how my Hostess puffs and blows , Maids ha' any Corns on your feet or toes , Let 's play a Game at Bowls . The Courtier leads a merry life , The Parson loves a handsom wife , Duke Humphrey din'd in Powls . Song 9. WHen cold Winters withered brow Wax'd sad and pale with sorrow , Had overcome the darksom night , And coming was the morrow , I heard a Lad with Buglet clear , A Jubet , and a Hollow , Cry , Come away , 'T is almost day , Forsake your Beds and follow . Then with a Troop well arm'd for spo●● , Upon their Coursers mounted , Such as Venus Joys withstood , When she the wilde Boar hunted , We on the Downs With a Pack of Hounds Whom Nature had befriended , Pursu'd poor Wat , New rais'd from squat , Her first sleep scarcely ended . Then over Hills , and over Dales , And over craggy Mountains , Through the Woods and shadowed ●ro●●s Enrich'd with Christal Fountains , The little Brooks with murmurs sweet , And pretty Birds with wonders , Sing careless Notes , Through their well tun'd throats , And fill the Air with thunders ; Ecchoes shrill , From the Vaults of the Hill , The Selvages and Satyrs , Elves and Fairies do awake , And Sea-Nymphs from the waters , They listen to our larger strain , Attentively delighted , Courting the day For a longer stay , That we might not be benighted . Song 10. TEll me gentle S●rephon , why You from my embraces fly ? Do's my love thy love destroy ? Tell me , I will yet be coy . Stay , O stay , and I will feign ( Though I break my heart ) disdain : But lest I too unkinde appear , For ev'ry frown , I 'le shed a ●ear . And if in vain I court thy love , Let mine at least thy pity move , Ah! while I scorn , vouchsafe to wooe , Methinks you may dissemble too ▪ Ah! Phillis that you would contrive A way to keep my love alive , But all your other chdrms must fail , When kindness ceases to prevail . Alas ! No more than you I grieve , My dying flame hath no reprieve ; For I can never hope to ●inde , Shou'd all the Nymphs I court be kinde , One Beauty able to renew Those pleasures I enjoy'd by you , When Love and Youth did both conspire , To fill our breasts and veins with fire . Song 11. AMarillis told her Swam , Amarillis told her Swain , That in love he should be plain , And not think to deceive her , Still be protesting on his truth , That he would never leave her . If thou dost keep thy vow , quoth she , If thou dost keep thy vow , quoth she , And that thou ne'r dost leave me , There 's ne'r a Swain in all this plain , That ever shall come near thee For Garlands and embroyder'd Scrips , For I do love thee dearly . But Colin , if thou change thy love , But Colin , if thou change thy love , A Tygress then I 'le to thee prove , If e're thou dost come near me . Amarillis fear not that , For I do love thee dearly . Song 12. WHen Celadon gave up his heart A Tribute to Astr●a's eyes , She smil'd to see so fair a prize , Which Beauty had obtained more than Art ▪ But Jealousie did seemingly destroy Her chiefest comfort , and her chiefest joy . Base Jealousie , that still dost move In opposition to all bliss , And teachest those that do amiss , Who think by thee , they tokens give of love : But if a Lover ever will gain me , Let him love much , but fly all jealousie . Song 13. SWeetest Bud of Beauty , may No untimely Frost decay Th' early Glories which we trace , Blooming in thy matchless Face . But kindely opening like the Rose , Fresh Beauties every day disclose , Such as by Nature are not shown , In all the blossoms he has blown , And then what Conquest shall you make , Who hearts already daily take , Scorcht in the morning with thy beams , How shall we bear those sad extreams , Which must attend thy threatning eyes When thou shalt to thy noon arise ? Song 14. 'T Is not i th' pow'r of all thy scorn , Or unrelenting hate , To quench my flames , or make them burn With heat more temperate , Still do I struggle with despair , And ever court disdain , And though you ne'r prove less severe , I 'le dote upon my pain . Yet meaner Beauties cannot dain In Love this tyranny , They must pretend an equal flame , Or else our passions die . You fair Clarinda , you alone Are priz'd at such a rate , To have a Votary of one Whom you do Reprobate . Song 15. CAll for the Master , O! this is sine For you that have Londons brave Liquors of wine For us the Cocks of the Hectors Wine wherein Flies were drown'd the last Summer , Hang 't let it pass , here 's a Glass in a Rummer , Hang 't let it , &c. Bold Hectors we are of London , New Troy , Fill us more wine : Hark here , Sirrah Boy , Speak in the Dolphin , speak in the Swan , Drawer , Anon Sir , Anon. Ralph , George , speak in the Star , The Reckoning 's unpaid ; we 'l pay at the Bar , The Reckoning 's unpaid , &c. A Quart of Clarret in the Mytre , score : The Hectors are Ranting , Tom shut the door ; A Skirmish begins , beware Pates and Shins , The Piss-pots are down , the Candles are out , The Glasses are broke , and the Pots flie about . Ralph , Ralph , speak in the Checquer . By and by , Robin is wounded , and the Hectors do ●●ie , Call for the Constable , let in the Watch , The Hectors of Holborn shall meet with their match , The Hectors , &c. At Midnight you bring your Justice among us , But all the day long you do us the wrong ; When for Verrinus you bring us Mundungus : Your Reckonings are large , your Bottles are small , Still changing our Wine , as fast as we call ; Your Canary has Lime in 't , your Clarret has Stum , Tell the Constable this , and then let him come , Tell the Constable , &c. Song 16. YOur merry Poets , old Boy● Of Aganippes Well , Full many Tales have told Boys , Whose Liquor doth excel ; And how that place was haunted By those that lov'd good Wine , Who tippl'd there , and chaunted Among the Muses Nine ; Where still they cry'd , Drink clear boys ; And you shall quickly know it , That 't is not lousie Beer , boys , But Wine that makes a Poet. Song 17. THe thir●ty Earth drinks up the Rain , And drinks , and gapes for drink again ; The Plants suck in the Earth , and are With constant drinking fresh and fair . The Sea it self , ( which one would think Should have but little need to drink , ) Drinks ten thousand Rivers up , ●o fill'd that they o'reflow the Cup. ●he busie Sun , and one would guess ●y's drunken fiery face , no less Drinks up the Sea , and when that 's done , ●he Moon and Stars drink up the Sun. ●hey drink , and dance by their own light , ●hey drink and Revel all the night ; Nothing in Nature's sober found , But an Eternal Health goes round , Fill up the Bowl , and fill it high , Fill all the Glasses here , for why Should every creature drink but I ? Why , man of morals , tell me why . Song 18. FIne young folly , though wear That fair Beauty , I do swear , Yet you ne'r could reach my heart ; For we Courtiers learn at School , Onely with your Sex to fool , Y' are not worth our serious part . Song 19. BE thou that art my better part , A Seal impress'd upon my heart ; May I thy fingers Signet prove , For Death is not more strong than Love , The Grave 's not so insatiate , As Jealousies enflame debate . Should falling clouds with floods conspire , Their waters would not quench Loves fire ; Nor in all Natures Treasury , The freedom of affection buy . Song 20. TO friend and to foe , To all that I know , That to Marriage Estate do prepare , Remember your days In several ways , Are troubled with sorrow and care : For he that doth look In the married mans book , And read but his Items all over , Shall finde them to come , At length to a Sum , Shall empty Purse , Pocket , and Coffer . In the pastimes of love , When their labors do prove , And the Fruit beginneth to kick , For this , and for that , And I know not for what , The woman must have , or be fick . There 's Item set down , For a Loose-bodied Gown , In her longing you must not deceive her ▪ For a Bodkin , a Ring , Or the other fine thing , For a Whisk , a Scarf , or a Beaver . Deliver'd and well , Who i st cannot tell , Thus while the Childe lies at the Nipple , There 's Item for wine , And Gossips so fine , And Sugar to sweeten their Tipple ▪ There 's Item I hope , For Water and Sope , There 's Item for Fire and Candle , For better for worse , There 's Item for Nurse , ●he Babe to dress and to dandle . When swadled in lap , There 's Item for Pap , ●nd Item for Pot , Pan , and Ladle ; A Corral with Bells , Which custom compells , ●nd Item ten Groats for a Cradle ; With twenty odd Knacks , Which the little one lacks , ●nd thus doth thy pleasure bewray thee : But this is the sport , In Countr●y and Court , 〈◊〉 let not these pastimes betray thee . Song 21. I Dote , I dote , But am a Sot to show it , I was a very fool to let her know it , For now she doth so cunning grow , She proves a friend worse than a foe , She will not hold me fast , nor let me go : She tells me I cannot forsake her , Then strait I endeavor to leave her , But to make me stay , Throws a Kiss in my way , Oh then I could tarry for ever . Thus I retire , Salute , and sit down by her , There do I sry in frost , and freeze in fire ; Now Nectar from her lips I sup , And though I cannot drink all up , Yet I am fox'd with kissing of the Cup ; For her Lips are two brimmers of Clarret , Where first I began to miscarry , Her brests of delight , Are two bottles of White , And her eyes are two cups of Canary . Drunk as I live , Dead drunk beyond reprieve , And all my senses driven through a sieve ; About my neck her arms she layeth , Now all is Gospel that she saith , Which I lay hold on with my sudled faith : I finde a fond Lover's a Drunkard , And dangerous is when he flies out , With hips , and with lips , With black eyes , and white thighs , Blinde Cupid sure tipled his eyes out . She bids me rise , Tells me I must be wise , Like her , for she is not in love , she cries ; This makes me fret , and fling , and throw , Shall I be fetter'd to my foe ? I begin to run , but cannot go : I prethee Sweet use me more kindly , You were better to hold me fast , If you once disengage Your Bird from his Cage , Believe it he 'l leave you at last . Like Sot I sit , That ●ill'd the Town with wit , But now confess I have most need of it ; I have been fox'd with Duck and Dear , Above a quarter of a year , Beyond the Cure of sleeping , or small Beer , I think I can number the moneths too , Iuly , August , September , October , Thus goes my account , A mischief light on 't , But sure I shall go when I 'm sober . My legs are lam'd , My courage is quite tam'd , My heart and all my body is enflam'd , As by experience I can prove , And swear by all the Powers above , 'T is better to be drunk with wine than love ; For 't is Sack makes us merry and witty , Our fore-heads with Jewels adorning , Although we do grope , Yet there is some hope That a man may be sober next morning . Thus with command , She throws me from her hand , And bids me go , yet knows I cannot stand ; I measure all the ground by trips , Was ever Sot so drunk with sips , Or can a man be over-seen with lips ? I pray Madam fickle be faithful , And leave offy our damnable dodging , Then do not deceive me , Either love me , or leave me , And let me go home to my lodging . I have too much , And yet my folly 's such , I cannot hold but must have t'other touch ; Here 's a health to the King ; How now ? I 'me drunk , and could chatter I vow , Lovers and fools say any thing you know ; I fear I have tyred your patience , But I 'me sure 't is I have the wrong on 't ; My wit hath berest me , And all that is left me , Is but enough to make a Song on 't : My Mistriss and I Shall never comply And ther 's the short and the long on 't . Song . 22. WHy should we not laugh and be jolly , Since all the world is mad ? And lull'd in a dull melancholy ; He that wallows in store , Is still gaping for more , And that makes him as poor , As the wretch that ne'r any thing had . How mad is that damn'd Money-monge● That to purchase to him and his heirs , Grows shrivl'd with thirst and hunger ; While we that are bonny , Buy Sack with ready money , And ne'r trouble the Scrivners , nor Lawyers . Those Guts that by scraping and toiling , Do swell their Revenues so fast ▪ Get nothing by all their tormoiling , But are marks of each tax , While they load their own backs , With the heavier packs , And lie down gall'd and weary at last . While we that do traffick in Tipple , Can baffle the Gown and the Sword , Whose jaws are so hungry and gripple ; We ne'r trouble our heads , With Indentures or Deeds , And our Wills are compos'd in a word . Our money shall never indite us , Nor drag our free mindes to thral , Nor Pyrates nor Wracks can as●right us ; We that have no Estates , Fear no plunder nor rates ; We can sleep with open gat●● , He that lies on the ground cannot fall . We laugh at those fools whose endeavours Do but ●it them for Prisons and Fines , When we that spend all are the savers ; For if thieves do break in , They go out empty agen , And the plunderers lose their designs . Then let us not think on to morrow , But tipple and laugh while we may , To wash from our hearts all sorrow ; Those Cormorants which , Are troubled with an Itch , To be mighty and rich , Do but toil for the wealth which they borrow . The Mayor of the Towu with his Ruff on , What a pox is he better than we ? He must vail to the man with his Buff on ; Though he Custard may eat , And such lubbarly meat , Yet our Sack makes us merrier then he . Song 23. NEver more will I protest To love a Woman , but in jest ; For as they cannot be true , So to give each man his due , When the wooing sit is past , Their affections cannot last . Therefore if I chance to meet With a Mistriss fair and sweet , She my service shall obtain , Loving her for love again : Thus much liberty I crave , No● to be a constant slave . For when we have try'd each other , If she better like another , Let her quickly change for me , Then to change am I as free : He or she that loves too long ▪ Sell their freedom for a Song . Song 24. NOw fie on foolish love , it not befits , Or man or woman know it ; Love was not meant for people in their wits , And they that fondly show it , Betray the straw and feathers in their brain , And shall have Bedlam for their pain : If single love be such a Curse , To marry is to make it ten times worse . Song 25. TUrn Amarillis to thy Swain , Thy Damon calls thee back again , Here is a pretty Arbor by , Where Apollo , where Apollo , Where Apollo cannot spy , There le ts fit , and whilst I play , Sing to my Pipe a Roundelay . Song 26. COurtiers , Courtiers , think it no scorn , That silly poor Swains in love should be ; There is as much love in rent and torn , As there is in Silks and Bravery ; The Beggar he loves his Lass as dear , As he that hath Thousands , Thousands , Thousands , He that hath Thousands Pounds a year . Song 27. TAke a pound of Butter made in May , Clap it to her Arse in a Summers day , And ever as it melts , then lick it clean away ; 'T is a Med'cine for the Tooth-ach , old wives say . Song 28. BEss black as Charcoal , Was found in a dark hole With Kit at the Cat and the Fiddle ; But what they did there , None safely can swear , Yet Gentlemen , Riddle my Riddle . Troth I would be loath , Were I put to my Oath , To swear Kit with Bess did ingender ; Yet it would tempt a man , Bridle all that he can , His present well-wishes to tender . But 't was found at last , E're a twelve-month was past , That Christopher Bess had o're-master'd , For her belly betray'd her , And so she down laid her , And brought him a jolly brown Bastard . Song 19. THe Glories of our Birth and State Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no Armor 'gainst our Fate , Death lay's his Icy hands on Kings : Scepter and Crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal laid , With the poor crooked Scithe and Spade . Some men with Swords may reap the field , And plant fresh Laurels where they kill ; But their strong Nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still . Early or late , They bend to fate , And must give up their murmuring breath , While the pale captive creeps to Death , The Garland wither's on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds , Upon Death's purple Altar now , See where the Victor Victim bleeds . All heads must come , To the cold Tomb ; Only the Actions of the just Smell sweet , and blossom in the dust . Song . 30. SWeet Iane , sweet Iane , I love thee wondrous well , But am afraid , Thou't die a Maid , And so lead Apes in Hell. For why my dear , 't is pity it should be so , Thou't better then to take a man And keep thee from the foc , Thou art so pretty , and fine , And wondrous handsome too , Then be not coy , Let 's get a boy , Alas what should we do . I see thy brow , And I know What colour it is below , Then do nor jeast , But smile the rest E'faith I know what I know . Song 31. VIctorious Beauty though your eyes , Are able to subdue an Hoast , And therefore are unlike to boast ; The taking of a little prize , Do not a single heart despise . Song 32. CHloris , it is not in your power To say how long our love will last , It may be we within this hour May loose those joys we now may taste The blessed that Immortal be From change in Love are only free . And though you now immortal seem , Such is th' exactness of your fame ; Those that your Beauty so esteem , Will finde it cannot last the same Love from my eyes has stoln my fire , As apt to waste , and to expire . Then since we mortal Lovers are , Let 's question not how long 't wil last , But while we love let us take care , Each minute be with pleasure past : It were a madness to deny To live , because w' are sure to die . Fear not though love and beauty fail , My Reason shall my heart direct ; Your kindness now will then prevail , And passion turn into respect : Chloris , at worst , you 'l in the end But change your Lover for a Friend . Song 33. CElemana , of my heart None shall e're bereave you ; If with your good leave I may Quarrel with you once a day , I will never leave you . Celemana . Passion 's but an empty name , Where respect is wanting : Damon , you mistake your aim , Hang your heart , and burn your flame , If you must be ranting . Damon . Love as pale and muddy is , As decaying Liquor , Anger sets it on the Lees , And refines it by degrees , Till it works it quicker . Celemana . Love by quarrel to beget Wisely you endeavor , With a grave Physicians wit , Who to cure an Ague Fit , Puts me in a Feaver . Damon . Anger rouses Love to fight , And his onely bait is , 'T is the spur to vain delight , And is but an eager bite , When desire at height is . Celemana . If such drops of heat can fall In our wooing weather , If such drops of heat can fall , We shall have the devil and all , When we come together . Song 34 TWelve sorts of meat my wife provides , And bates me not a dish ; Of which , four flesh , four fruit there are , The other four of fish . For the first Course , she serves me in Four Birds that Dainties are ; The first a Quail , the next a Rail , A Bitter , and a Jar. Mine appetite being cloy'd with these , With Fish she makes it sharp , And brings me next a Lamp , a Po●t , A Gudgeon , and a Carp. The second is of Fruit well serv'd , Fitting well the season ; A Medlar , and a Hartichoak , A Crab , and a small Reason . What 's he that having such a wife , That on her would not dote ? Who daily does provide such fa●e , Which costs him never a groat . Song 35. BE gone , be gone , thou perjur'd man , And never more return , For know that thy inconstancy , Hath chang'd my love to scorn ; Thou hast awak't me , and I can See clearly there 's no truth in man. Thou may'st perhaps prevail upon Some other to believe thee . And since thou canst love more than one , Ne'r think that it shall grieve me . For th' hast awak't me , and I can See clearly there 's no truth in man. By thy Apostacy I finde , That love is plac'd amiss , And can't continue in the minde , Where Vertue wanting is . I 'm now resolv'd , and know there can , No constant thought remain in man. Song 36. STrait my green Gown into Breeches I 'le make , And long yellow Locks , much shorter I 'le take , With a Hey Down , Down , a Down , Down a. Then I 'le cut me a Switch , and on that ride about ; And wander , and wander , till I finde him out , With a Hey Down , Down , a Down , Down a. And when Phylander shall be dead , I 'le bury him , I 'le bury him , And I 'le bury him in a Primrose bed , Then I 'le sweetly ring his Knell , With a pretty Cowslip Bell , Ding Dong Bell , Ding Dong Bell. Song 37. LOok , see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes , There was a time when I did vow To that alone , but mark the fate of faces : That red and white works now no more on me , Than if it could not charm , nor I not see . And yet the face continues good , And I have still desires . And still the self same flesh and blood , A● apt to melt , and suffer from such fires : Oh some kinde power unriddle where it lies , Whether my heart be faulty , or my eyes . She every day her man doth kill , And I as often die , Neither her power then , nor my will , Can quest'onabl● be , what is the Mystery : Sure Beauty's Empire , like the greatest States , Have certain Periods set , and hidden Dates . Song . 38. DEar give me a thousand kisses , Pay the Debt thy lips do owe ; Let the number of those blisses , To ten thousand thousands grow , Till to infinites they flow : Let the sweet perfumed treasure Of thy breath , my spirits fill ; So enjoying endless pleasure , Breaths rebreathing , let us still Breath one breath , and wish one will. Song 39. LIttle love serves my turn , 'T is so enflaming , Rather than I will burn , I 'le leave my gaming ; For when I think upon 't , Oh 't is so painful , 'Cause Ladies have a trick , To be disdainful . Beauty shall court it self , 'T is not worth speaking , I 'le no more Amorous pangs , No more heart-breaking . Those that ne'r felt the smart , Let them go try it , I have redeem'd my heart , Now I defie it . Song 40. NO more , no more , I must give o're , For Beauty is so sweet , It makes me pine , Distrust my mind . And surfet when I see 't . Forgive me love , If I remove Unto some other sphear , Where I may keep A Flock of Sheep , And know no other care . Song 41. CHloris farewel , I now must go ; For if with thee I here do stay , Thy eyes prevail upon me so , I shall grow blinde , and lose my way . Fame of thy beauty , and thy youth , Amongst the rest me hither brought ; Finding this Fame fall short of truth , Made me stay longer than I thought . For I 'm engag'd by word and oath , A servant to anothers will ; Yet for thy love would forfeit both , Could I be sure to keep it still . But what assurance can I take , When thou fore-knowing this abuse , For some more worthy Lovers sake , Mayst leave me with so just excuse . For thou may'st say 't was not my fault , That thou didst thus unconstant prove , Thou wert by my example taught To break thy oath , to mend thy love . No Chloris , no , I will return , And raise thy story to that height , That strangers shall at distance burn , And she distrust me reprobate Then shall my Love this doubt displace , And gain such trust , that I may come And banquet sometimes on thy face , But make my constant Meals at home . Song , 42. TO little or no purpose I spent many days In ranging the Park , th' Exchange , and th' Plays . For ne'r in my Rambles till now did I prove So lucky to meet with the man I could love . For oh , how I am pleas'd when I think of this man That I finde I must love , let me do what I can . How long I shall love him I can no more tell , Than had I Feavor when I should be well , My passion shall kill me before I will show it , And yet I would give all the world he did know it , But oh , how I sigh when I think he should woo me , I cannot deny what I know would undo me . Song . 43. SHall I lie wasting in despair , Die because a womans fair ? Or my cheeks make pale with care , 'Cause anothers Rosie are ? Be she fairer than the day , Or the flowery Meads in May , If she be not so to me , What care I how fair she be . Shall I mine affections slack , 'Cause I see a woman black , Or my self with care cast down , 'Cause I see a woman brown , Be she blacker than the night , Or the blackest Jet in sight , If she be not so to me , What care I how black she be . Shall my foolish heart be pin'd , 'Cause I see a woman kinde , Or a well disposed Nature , Joyned in a comely feature ? Be she kinde or meeker than Turtle-dove , or Pellican , If she be not so to me , What care I how kinde she be . Shall my foolish heart be burst , 'Cause I see a woman curst , Or a thwarting hoggish natu Joyned in as bad a feature , Be she curst or fiercer then Brutish beasts , or savage men , If she be not so to me , What care I how curst she be . Shall a womans Vertues make , Me to perish for her sake , Or her merits value known , Make me quite forget my own , Be she with that goodness blest , That may merit name of best , If she seem not so to me , What care I how good she be . Shall a womans Vices make , Me her Vertues quite forsake , Or hsr faults to me made known , Make me think that I have none , Be she of the most accurst , And deserve the name of worst , If she be not so to me , . What care I how bad she be . 'Cause her Fortunes seem too high , Should I play the fool and die ? He that bears a noble minde , If not outward help he finde , Think what with them he would do , That without them dares to woo , And unless that minde I see , What care I how great she be . 'Cause her Fortunes seem too low , Shall I therefore let her go , He that bears an humble minde , And with Riches can be kinde , Think how kinde a heart he 'd have , If he were some servile slave , And if that same minde I see , What care I how poor she be . Great , or good , or kinde , or fair , I will ne'r the more despair , If she love , then believe , I can die , e'r she shall grieve ; If she slight me when I woo , I can slight and bid her go , If she be not fit for me . What care I for whom she be . Poor , or bad , or curst , or black , I will ne'r the more be slack , If she hate me , then believe , She shall die e're I will grieve , If she like me when I woo , I can like and love her too , For if she be fit for me , What care I what others be . Song 44. OH Chloris 't was unkindely done , First to invade me with your eyes ; And when my yielding heart was won , Then to begin your Tyrannies ; The generous Lion streight grows meek , And gently spares the fawning chase , But the submissive wretch may seek In vain for pity from that face ; Where while inchanting Syrens sing , Th' allured Mariner is wrack't ; So whirling gulphs destruction bring , And overwhelm what they attract , Song 45. HElp , help , O help , Divinity of Love , Or Neptune will commit a rape Upon my Chloris , she 's on his bosome , And without a wonder cannot scape . See , see , the winds grow drunk with joy , and throngs So fast to see love's Argo , and the wealth it bears , That now the tackling , and the sails they tear , They fight , they fight , who shall convey Amintor's love into a bay , And hurl whole Sea's at one another , As if they would the welkin smoother ? Hold Bor●as , hold , he will not hear , The Rudder cracks , the Main-mast falls , The Pilot swears , the Skipper bawls , A shore of Clouds in darkness fall , To put out Chloris light withal ; Ye Gods , where are ye , are ye all asleep , Or drunk with Nector ? why do you not keep A watch upon your Ministers of fate ? Tie up the winds , or they will blow the Sea 's To heaven , and drown your Deities . A calm , a calm , Miracle of love , The Sea-born Queen that sits above , Hath heard Ami●tor's cryes , And Neptune now must lose his prize . Welcome , welcome , Chloris to the shore , Thou shalt go to Sea no more ; We to Tempes Groves will go , Where the calmer winds do blow , And embark our hearts together , Fearing neither Rocks , nor weather , But out-ride the storms of love , And for ever constant prove . Song . 46. NOw , now , Lucatia , now make haste , If thou wilt see how strong thou art , There needs but one frown more , to waste The whole remainder of my heart . Alas undone , to fate I bow my head , Ready to die , now die , And now , now , now , am dead . You look to have an Age of tryal , E're you a Lover will repay , But my state brooks no more denyal ; I cannot this one minute stay . Alas undone , to fate I bow my head ▪ Ready to die , now die , And now , now , now , am dead . Look in my wound , and see how cold , How pale and gasping my soul lies , Which Nature strives in vain to hold , Whilst wing'd with sighs , away it flies . Alas undone , to fate I bow my head . Ready to die , now die , And now , now , now , am dead . See , see , already Charons Boat , Who grimly asks why all this stay ? Hark how the Fatal Sisters shout , And now they call , Away , away ; Alas Undone , to fate I bow my head , Ready to die , now die , And now , oh now , am dead . Song . 47. WHen as Leander young , was drown'd , No heart by love receiv'd a wound , But on a rock himself sat by , There weeping superabundantly . His head upon his hand he laid , And sighing deeply , thus he said ; Ah cruel Fate , and looking on 't , Wept as he 'd drown the Hellespont , And sure his tongue had more exprest , Had not his Tears , Had not his Tears , Had not his Tears forbad the rest . Song 48. OH ! how I hate thee now , And my self too , For loving such a false , False thing as thee , Who hourly canst depart , From heart to heart , To take new habor , as thou didst in me ; But when the world shall spie , And know thy shifts as well as I , They 'l shut their hearts , and take thee in no more . They that can dwell with none must out of door . Thy pride hath overgrown , All this great Town , Which stoops , and bows , as low As I to you , Thy falshood might support , All the new Court , Which shifts , and turns almost as oft as thou . But to express thee by , There 's not an object low , or high , For 't will be found when ere the measure 's tride , Nothing can reach thy falshood , but thy pride . Song 49. YOnder he goes , Takes Corns from your Toes , Cures the Gout , And all Woes ; Call him hither , His skill I will try , Before I pass by , Or sure I shall die This weather : The reports of your fame Sir , Call you again Sir , Shew your skill , or shame your face ever . Song 50. HAng sorrow cast , away care . Come l●t us drink up our Sack ; They say it is good , To cherish the blood , And eke to strengthen the Back ; 'T is wine that makes the thoughts aspire , And fiills the body with heat , Besides 't is good , If well understood , To fit a man for the Feat : Then call , And drink up all , The Drawer is ready to fill , A pox of Care , What need we to spare , My Father hath made his Will. Song 51. HAve you any work for a Tinker Mistriss , Old Brass , old Pots , or Kettles , I 'le mend them all with a Tink , Terry-tink , And never hurt your Mettles . First let me have but a touch of your Ale , 'T will steel me 'gainst cold weather , Or Tinkers Freeze , Or Vintners , Lees , Or Tobacco chuse you whether : But of your Ale , Your Nappy Ale , I would I had a Ferkin . But I am old , And very very cold , And never wear a Jerkin . Song . 52. HAve you observ'd the Wench in the street , Sh 'as scarce any Hose or Shooes to her feet , Yet she is very merry , and when she cries , she sings , I ha hot Codlings , hot Codlings . Or have you ever seen or heard The Mortal with a Lyon Tawny beard , He lives as merrily as any heart can wish , And still he cries buy a Brish , by a Brish . Since these are so merry , why should we take care ? Musitians , like Camelions must live by the air : Then le ts be blith and bonny , And no good meeting balk , For when we have no money , We shall finde chalk . Song . 53. IF any so wise is , That Sack he dispises , Let him drink his small Beer and be sober , Whilst we drink Sack , and sing As if it were Spring , He shall droop like the trees in October . But be sure over-night , If this Dog do you bit● , You take it henceforth for a warning , Soon as out of your bed , To settle your head , Take a hair of his tail in the morning . And be not so silly , To follow old Lilly , For there 's nothing but Sack that can tune us ; Let his Ne-assurseus , Be put in his Cap-case , And sing Bi-bi-to-vi-num Ie-ju-nus . Song 54. GOod Simon , how comes it your Nose looks so red , And your cheeks , and lips , look so pale ? Sure the heat of your Toast , Your Nose did so Roast , When they were both sous'd in Ale : It shews like the spire , Of Pauls Steeple on fire , Each Ruby darts forth ( such Lightning ) slashes , While your face looks as dead , As if it were lead , And cover'd all o're with Ashes . Now to heighten his colour , Yet fiill his pot fuller , And nick it not so with froth ; Gramercy mine Host , It shall save thee a Toast : Sup Simon , for here is good broth . Song 55. HOw merrily looks The man that hath Gold ; He seemeth but twenty , Though threescore year old ? How nimble the Bee , That flyeth about , And gathereth Honey , Within and without : But men without Money , And Boes without Honey , Are nothing better than Droans , Droans , &c. Song 56. GOod Susan be as secret as you can , You know your Master is a Jealous man , Though thou and I do mean no hurt or ill , ●et men take women in the worst sense still ; And fear of Horns more grief in hearts hath bred , Than wearing Horns doth hurt a Cuckolds head . Song 57. THe wise men were but seven , Ne'r more shall be for me : The Muses were but nine , The Worthies three times three : And three merry Boys , and three merry Boys , And three merry Boys are we . The Vertues were but seven , And three the greater be , The Caesars they were twelve , And the fatal sisters three ; And three merry Girls , and three merry Girls , And three merry Girls are we . Song 58. A Womans Rule should be in such a fashion , Onely to guide her Houshold , and her passion ; And her obedience never out of season , So long as either Husband lasts or Reason . Ill fares the hapless Family that shows A Cock that 's silent , and a Hen that Crows . I know not which live more unnatural lives , Obedient Husbands , or commanding Wives . Song 59. A Pox on the Gaoler , and on his fat Jowl ; There 's liberty lies in the bottom o' th' Bowl . A fig for what ever the Rascal can do , Our Dung'on is deep but our cups are so too . Then drink we around in despight of our Foes , And make our cold Iron cry clink in the close . Song 60. WHen Wives do hate the Husbands Friends , As Jealous of some ●earless ends , And still an Angry look she settles , As if of late sh 'ad piss'd on Nettles ; Ware ho , ware ho , for then of force The Mare will prove the better Horse . When women will be ever nice , Foolish , proud , and manly wise , And their wanton Humour itches , To wear their Husbands widest Breeches : Ware ho , ware ho , for then of force The Mare will prove the better Horse . Song 61. IF she be not kinde as fair , But peevish and unhandy , Leave her , she 's onely worth the care Of some spruce Jack-a-dandy . I would not have thee such an Ass , Hadst thou nere so much leasure , To sigh and whine for such a Lass , Who●e pride 's above her pleasure . Make much of ev'ry buxom Girl , Which needs but little courting ; Her value is above the pearl , That takes delight in sporting . A Catch 62. HE that will win a widdows heart , Must bear up briskly to her ; She loves the Lad that 's free and smart , But hates the formal Wooer . Song 63. LAdies , though to your conqu'ring eyes Love owes his chiefest Victori●s , And borrows those bright Arms from you , With which he does the world subdue ; Yet you your selves are not above The Empire , nor the gri●fs of Love. Then wrack not Lovers with disdain , Lest Love on you revenge her pain ; You are not free , because y' are fai● , The Boy did not his Mother spare . Beauty 's but an offensive Dart , It is no Armour for the Heart . Song 64 PHillis , though your powerful charms Have forc'd me from my Caelia's Arms , That sure defence against all Pow'rs , But those resistless eyes of yours . Think not your Conquest to maintain By rigour or unjust disdain , In vain fair Nymph , in vain you strive , For Love do's seldom hope survive . My heart may languish for a time , While all your glories in their prime , May justifie their cruelty , By the same force that conquer'd me . When Age shall come , at whose command Those Troops of Beauty's must disband : A Tyrants strength once took away , What slave 's so dull as to obey ? Those threatning dangers to remove , Make me believe ( at least ) you love ; Dissemble well , and by that art Preserve and govern still my heart . But if you 'l choose another way , To save your Empire from decay , Oh then for ever fix your throne , Be kinde , but kinde to me alone . Song 65. A Myntas he once went astray , But now again hath found his way , Mad Lovers oft do please themselves , With noise and janglings of the Bells , And fancie there some warbling Note , As Ecchoing from a Mistriss throat , And why disturb'd then should they be , Since Love on Earth's our Diety ? But those who reason do preserve , Make all things to their purpose serve , Taught then by that example , I Loves power now will soon defie , Although fond Cupid once prevail'd His passions not on me entail'd , No Son of his , I 'le boldly say , I 'm made of Steel and not of Clay . Hold , let me not this God despise , For fear he rob me of my eyes , His pow'r subjects , and can destroy , I 'le therefore stoop unto the Boy , By yielding to his moderate fire I may an easier way expire , So sweet a death gives us no pain , Whilst dying we revive again . Song 66. FAir Phydelia tempt no more , I can thy Beauty now no more adore , Nor offer to thy shrine , I serve a more Divine And great●r far than you , Hark the Trumpet calls away , We must go , Lest the foe , Get the field , and win the day . Then march bravely on , Charge them in the Van. Our cause Gods is , Though the odd's is Ten times ten to one . Tempt no more , I may not yield , Although thine eyes A Kingdom may surprize , Leave off thy wanton tales , The High-born Prince of Wales Is mounted in the field , Where the Loyal Gentry flock , Though forlorn , Nobly born , Of a ne'r decaying Stock ; Cavaliers be bold , Bravely keep your hold , He that loyters , Is by Traytors Meerly bought and sold. One Kiss more , and so farewel , Fie , no more , I prethee fool give o're , Why cloudst thou thus thy beams ? I see by these extreams , A woman's heaven or hell : Pray the King enjoy his own , That the Queen May be seen , With her Babes on Englands Throne , Rally up your men , One shall vanquish ten , Victory , we come to try Our Valour once agen . Song 67. WEre Celia but as chaste as fair , How could I kiss the Snare , And never be Weary of my Captivity ! But shee 's a whore , that cools my blood ; Oh that she were less handsom , or more good . Would you believe that there can rest Deceit within that brest ? Or that those eyes , Which look like friends , are onely spies ? But shee 's a whore , yet sure I lie , May there not be degrees of chastity ? No no , what means that wanton smile , But , onely to beguile ? Thus did the first Of women make all men accurst : I for their fakes give women o're , The first was false , the fairest was a whore . Song 68. THe morning doth waste , To the Meadows let 's haste , For the Sun doth with glory shine on them ; The Maidens must rake , Whilest the Haycocks we make , Then merrily tumble upon them . The envy of Court , Ne'r aims at our sport , For we live both honest and meanly ▪ Their Ladies are fine , But to Venus encline , And our Lasses are harmless and cleanly . Then let us advance Our selves in a Dance , And afterwards fall to our labor ; No measure we meet , Nor Musick so sweet To us , as a Pipe and a Tabor . Song 69. IN the merry moneth of May , On a morn by break of day , Forth I walked the Woods so wide , When as May was in her pride , There I spied all alone , Philliday and Coridon . Much ado there was I wot , He could love , but she could not , His love he said was ever true , Nor was mine e're false to you . He said he had lov'd her long , She said love should do no wrong . Coridon would kiss her then , She said maids must kiss no men , Till they kiss for good and all , Then she made the shepherds call All the Gods to witness south , Ne'r was lov'd a fairer youth . Then with many a pretty Oath , As yea , and nay , and faith and troath , Such as silly shepherds use When they will not love abuse . Love that had been long deluded , Was with kisses sweet concluded . And Philliday with Garlands gay Was crown'd the Lady of the May. Song 70. DOwn in a Garden sate my dearest love , Her skin more soft than doun of Swan , More tender hearted than the Turtle Dove , And far more kinde then bleeding Pellican ; I courted her , she rose , and blushing said , Why was I born to live , and die a Maid ▪ With that I pluckt a pretty Marygold , Whose dewy leaves shut up when day is done , Sweeting ( I said ) arise , look , and behold , A pretty Riddle I 'le to thee unfold . These leaves shut in as close as cloyster'd Nun , Yet will they open when they see the Sun. What mean you by this Riddle Sir , she said , I pray expound it : Then I thus began , Are not men made for Maids , and Maids for men ? With that she chang'd her colour , and grew wan , Since now this Riddle you so well unfold , Be you the Sun , I 'le be the Marygold . Song 71. THe Pot , and the Pipe , The Cup , and the Can Have quite undone , quite undone , Many a Man. The Hawk , and the Hound , The Dice , and the Whore , Have quite undone , quite undone , Many a Score . Song 72. LOve is a sowre delight , and sugred grief , A Sea of fears , and everlasting strife , A breach of Reasons Laws , a secret thief , A living death , a never dying life : A bane for souls , a scourge for noble wits , A deadly wound , a shaft that never hits . A Labyrinth of doubts , and idle lust , A raving Bird , a Tyrant most unjust ; Yet mighty Love , regard not what I say , But blame the light that led my eyes astray ; Yet hurt her not , lest I sustain the smart , Which am content to lodge in her my heart . Song 73. THen our Musick is in prime , When our teeth keep triple time ; Hungry notes are fit for Knels , May frankness be , No quest to me , The bag-pipe sounds , when that is swels . A mooting night brings wholsom smiles , When Iohn an Oaks and Iohn a Styles , Do grease the Lawyers Sati● . A Reading day , Frights French away , The Benchers dare speak Latin ; He that 's full doth Verse compose , Hunger deals in sullen Prose , Take notice and discard h●r . The empty Sp●t , Ne'r cherisht wit , Minerva loves the Larder . First to Breakfast , then to Dine , Is to conquer Bellarmine ; Distinctions then are budding , Old Suckliffs wit , Did never hit , But after his Bag-pudding . Song 74. WHy should I not dally ( my Dear ) in thine eye , And chase the dull hours away ? He that lets such a fair opportunity fly , He loses his aim by delay , And its pity he ever should sip , Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip . Upon thy fair Tresses ( which Phoebus excel ) My diligent fingers I 'le tw●st ; O there 's my desire for ever to dwell , And I hope thou wilt never resist : And e're and anon I will sip , Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip . Upon thy fair Breasts I 'le be mounted aloft , And there in my Chariot I 'le feel The grain of thy Body more precious and soft Than the web of Arachne's wheel : And e're and anon I will sip , Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip . I 'le wander abroad in thy veins , and I 'le seck The Mazes of pleasure and love , The Garden of Venus it is in thy che●k , And thither my fancy shall move : And e're and anon I will sip , Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip . There upon the Lillies and Roses I 'le light , And gather my sweets like the Bee : And I will not go far for a lodging at night , For surely the Hive shall be thee : And e're and anon I will sip , Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip . Where when I am hurl'd , my nest I will build , Of Honey-combs all in a rank ; I 'le buz in each corner until it be fill'd , And make thee more full in the flank : And e're and anon I will sip , Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip . Come then with a Cornish let us combine , ( I know thou canst easily do 't ) Thou shalt take my heart , and I will take thine , And I 'le give thee my hand to boot : And e're and anon I will sip , Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip . Song 75. ALL in vain , Turn again , Why should I love her ? Since she can Love no man , I will give over . I 'le not stay To obey , But will retire . Why should I Thither fly , And not enjoy her ? Let her still Please her will , With a denial ; She shall be Unto me , As a Sun-Dial . Let her blood Raise the mud , All in good season ; I 'le not gaze On her face , Till I have reason . Song 76. HOw happy and free is the plunder , When we care not for Iove , nor his thunder , Having entred a Town , The Lasses go down , And to their O're-comers lie under . Why then should we study to love , and look pale , And make long Addresses to what will grow stale ? If her fingers be soft , long , and slender , When once we have made her to render , She will handle a Flute , Better far than a Lute , And make what was hard , to grow tender . Then why should we study to love , and look pale , And make long Addresses to what will grow stale ? If her hair of the delicate brown is , And her belly as soft as the Doun is , She will fire your heart , In performing her part , With a flame that more hot than the Town is . Why then should we study to love , and looke pale , And make long Addresses to what will grow stale ? When the houses with flashes do glitter , We can sever our sweets from the bitter , And in that bright night , We can take our delight , No Damsel shall scape but we 'l hit her . Why then should we study to love and look pale , And make long Addresses , but never prevail ? Song 77. I 'Me sick of love , Oh let me lie Under your shades to sleep , or die ; Either is welcome so I may have , Or here my bed , or here my grave . Why do you sigh , and sob , and keep Time to my tears , whilst I do weep ; Can you have sense , or do you prove , What crucifixions are in love ? I know you do , and that 's the why , Y' are weeping sick of love as I. Catch 78. THere was three Cooks of Colebrook , And they fell out with our Cook , And all was for a Pudding they took , From one of the Cooks of Colebrook . Slash Cook , Swash Cook , And thou maist kiss mine Arse Cook , And all was for a Pudding they took , From one of the Cooks of Colebrook . And they fell all on our Cook. And beat him sore that he did look , As black as did the Pudding he took , From one of the Cooks of Colebrook . Song 79. LAst night I dreamed of my love , When sleep did overtake her , It was a pretty drowsie Rogue , She slept I durst not wake her . Her lips were like to Coral red , A thousand times I kiss'd 'um , And a thousand more I might hare stoll'n , For she had ne'r a miss'd ' um . Her crisped Locks like threads of Gold , Hung dangling o're the Pillow , Great pity 't was , that one so fair , Should wear the Rainbow willow . I folded down the Holland sheet , A little below her belly , But what I did , you ne'r shall know , Nor is it meet to tell ye . Her Belly 's like to yonder Hill , Some call it Mount of Pleasure , And underneath there springs a Well , Which no mans depth can measure . Song 80. I Feed a flame within , Which so torments me , That it both pains my heart , And yet contents me ; 'T is such a pleasing smart , And I so love it , That I had rather die , Than once remove it ; Yet he for whom I grieve , Shall never know it , My tongue does not betray , Nor my eyes show it : Not a sigh , nor a tear , My pain discloses , But they fall silently , Like Dew of Roses . But to prevent my Love From being cruel , My Heart 's the Sacrifice , As 't is the Fuel ; And while I suffer this , To give him quiet , My faith rewards my love , Though he deny it . On his eyes I will gaze , There to delight me , Whilst I conceal my love , No frowns can fright me ; Nor to be more happy I dare not aspire , Nor can I fall more low , Mounting no higher . Song 81. FLy , Oh fly , sad sighs , and hear These few words into her ear , Blest where e're thou dost remain , Worthier of a softer chain , Still I live , if it be true , The turtle lives , that 's cleft in two , Tears and sorrows I have store , But , Oh thine , do grieve me more ; Die I would , but that I do Fear my fate would kill thee too . Song 82. ALl the materials are the same Of Beauty and Desire , In a fair woman's goodly frame , No Beauty is without a flame , No flame without a fire . Then tell me what those creatures are , That would be thought both chaste & fair . If modesty it self appear , With blushes in her face , Think then the blood that danceth there , Must revel in some other where , To warm some other place . Then tell me , &c. If on her neck her hair be spread , With many a curious Ring ; Why sure that heat that curles the head , Will make her mad to be in bed , And do the other thing . Then tell me , &c. Go ask but the Philosopher , What gives her lips the Balm ; What spirit gives motion to her eye , Which makes her brest to swell so high , And gives moisture to her Palm . Then tell me what those Creatures are . That would be thought both chaste and fair . Song 83. 'T Is true , fair Celia , that by thee I live , That ev'ry kiss , and ev'ry fond embrace , Forms a new Soul within me , and doth give A Balsom to the wound , made by thy face ; Yet still methinks I miss That Bliss , Which Lovers dare not name , And onely then described is , When flame doth meet with flame . Those favors which do bless me ev'ry day , Are yet but empty and Platonical ; Think not to please your servants with half pay , Good Gamesters never stick to throw at all . Who can endure to miss That Bliss , Which Lovers dare not name , And onely then described is , When flame doth meet with flame . If all those sweets within you must remain , Unknown and ne'r enjoy'd , like hidden treasure ▪ Nature as well as I will lose her name , And you as well as I your youthful pleasure . We wrong our selves to miss That Bliss , Which Lovers dare not name , And onely then described is , When flame doth meet with flame . Our souls which long have peep'd at one another , Out of the narrow Casements of our eyes , Shall now by love conducted meet together , And in their mutual pleasures sympathize . Then , then we shall not miss That Bliss , Which Lovers dare not name , And onely then described is , When flame doth meet with flame . Song 84. I Keep my Horse , I keep my Whore , I take no Rents , yet am not poor ; I travel all the Land about , And yet was born to never a foot : With Partridge plump , and Woodcock fine , I do at midnight often dine , And if my whore be not in case , My Hostess Daughter has her place . The maids sit up and watch their turns , If I stay long the Tapster mourns . The Cook-maid has no minde to sin , Though tempted by the Chamberlin ; But when I knock , Oh how they bustle ! The Hostler yawns , the Geldings justle ; If maid but sleep , Oh how they curse her , And all this come of , deliver your Purse Sir. Song 85. I Wo' not go to 't , I mun not go to 't , For love , not yet for see , For I am a maid , and will be a maid , And a good one till I d ee ; Yet mine intent I could repent , For one mans Company . Song 86. HE that marries a merry Lass , He has most cause to be sad ; For let her go free in her merry tricks , She 'l work his patience mad . But he that marries a scold , a scold , He has most cause to be merry ; For when she 's in her fits , He may cherish his wits , With singing heigh down derry . He that weds a roaring Girl , That will both scratch and fight ; Though he study all day , To make her away Will be glad to please her at night . And he that copes with a sullen wench , That scarce will speak at all ; Her doggedness more , Than a Scold or a Whore , Will penetrate his gall . He that 's matcht with a Turtle Dove , That has no spleen about her ; Shall waste so much life , In love of his wife , He had better be without her . Catch 87. THe parch't earth drinks the rain , Tree's drink off that again ; Rivers the Sea's do quaff , Sol drinks the Ocean off , And when that health is done , Pale Cynthia drinks the Sun. Friends , why do ye chide , And stern my drinking tide ? Thinking to make me sad , I will , I will be mad . Song 88. COmmit thy ship unto the winde , But not thy faith to woman-kinde ; There is more safety in the wave , Than in the trust that women have . There is none good ; yet if it fall Some one proove good among them all , Some strange intents the Fates have had , To make a good thing of a bad . Song 89. LIke to the falling of a star , Or as the flight of Eagles are , Or like the fresh Springs gaudy hue , Or silver Drops of Morning dew ; Or like a winde that chaffes the flood , Or Bubbles which on water stood ; Even such is man whose borrowed light , Is straight calld in , and paid to Night : The Winde blows out , the Bubble dies , The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies : The Dew's dry'd up , the Star is shot , The Flight is past , and man forgot . Song 90. LIke a Ring without a finger , Or a Bell without a Ringer , Like a Horse was never ridden , Or a feast and no Guest bidden ; Like a well without a Bucket , Or a Rose , if no man pluck it : Just such as these may she be said , That lives , ne'r loves , but dies a maid . The Ring , if worn , the finger decks , The Bell pull'd by the Ringer speaks . The Horse doth ease , if he be ridden , The Feast doth please , if Guest be bidden ; The Bucket draws the water forth , The Rose when pluckt , is still more worth : Such is the Virgin in my eyes , That lives , loves , marries , e're she dies . Like to a Stock not grafted on , Or like a Lute not play'd upon . Like a Jack without a weight , Or a Barque without a fraight ; Like a Lock without a Key , Or a Candle in the day : Just such as these may she be said , That lives , ne're loves , but dies a maid . The graffed Stock doth bear best fruit , There 's musick in the finger'd Lute . The Weight doth make the Jack go ready , The Fraight doth make the Barque go steady ; The Key the Lock doth open right , The Candle 's useful in the night : Such is the Virgin in my eyes , That lives , loves , marries , e're she dies . Like a Call without Anon Sir , Or a Question and no Answer . Like a Ship was never rigg'd , Or a Myne was never digg'd ; Like a Wound without a Tent , Or Silver Box without a Scent : Just such us these may she be said , That lives , ne're loves , but dies a maid . Th' Anon Sir , doth obey the Call , The civil Answer pleaseth all ; Who rig's a Ship , sayls with the winde , Who digs a Myne doth Treasure finde ; The Wound by wholesom Tent hath ease , The Box perfum'd , the senses please : Such is the Virgin in my eyes , That lives , loves , marries , e're she dies . Like Marrow-bone was never broken , Or Commendations , and no Token ; Like a Fort , and none to win it , Or like the Moon , and no man in it ; Like a School , without a Teacher , Or like a Pulpit , and no Preacher : Just such as these may she be said , That lives , ne'r loves , but dies a maid . The broken Marrow-bone is sweet , The Token doth adorn the Greet ; There 's Triumph in the Fort , being won , The man rides glorious in the Moon ; The School is by the Teacher still'd , The Pulpit by the Preacher filld ; Such is the Virgin in my eyes , That lives , loves , marries , e're she dies . Like a Cage without a Bird , Or a thing too long deferr'd ; Like the Gold was never tryed , Or the Ground unoccupied ; Like a House that 's not possessed , Or the Book was never pressed : Just such as these may she be said , That lives , ne'r loves , but dies a maid . The Bird in Cage doth sweetly sing , Due season sweetens every thing ; The Gold that 's try'd from dross is pur'd , There 's profit in the Ground manur'd ; The House is by possession graced , The Book well press'd is most embraced : Such is the Virgin in my eyes , That lives , loves , marries , e're she dies . Song 91. THe Wit hath long b●holden been Unto the Cap to keep it in ; Let now the Wit ●lie out amain , In praise , to quit the Cap again . The Cap that ow● the highest part , Obtain'd that place by due desert . For every Cap ( whatever it be ) Is still the sign of some degree . The Cap doth stand ( each Head can show ) Above the Crown , the King 's below ; The Cap is nearer Heav'n than we , A sign of greater Majesty : When off the Cap we chance to take , The Head and Feet obeysance make ; For ev'ry Cap ( whatever it be ) Is still the sign of some degree . The Munmouth Cap , the Saylors Thrum , And that wherein the Tradesmen come , The Physick , Law , the Cap Divine , And that which crow●s the Muses Nine , The Caps that fools do countenance , The goodly Cap of Maintenance , And ev'ry Cap , &c , The sickly Cap both plain and wrought , The Fudling Cap , however bought , The quilted , furr'd , the Velvet , Satin , For which so many fools learn Latin : The Cruel Cap , the ●ustian Fate , The Perriwig , a Cap of late , And ev'ry Cap , &c. The Souldier that the Munmouth wear , On Castle-tops their Ensigns rear ; The Sea-man with his Thrum doth stand On higher parts than all the land ; The Tradesmans Cap aloft is born , By vantage of ( some say ) a Horn And ev●ry Cap , &c. The Physick Cap to dust can bring , Without controul , the greatest King ; The Lawyers Cap hath heav'nly might , To make a crooked Action right , Which being round and endless knows To make as endless any Cause . Thus ev'ry Cap , &c. Both east and west , both north and south , Where e're the Gospel findes a mouth , The Cap Divine doth thither look ; T is square like Scholars and their Book , The rest are round , but this is square , To shew their heads , more stable are . Thus ev'ry Cap , &c , The Mortly Cap a man may wear , Which makes him f●llow for a Peer , And 't is no slender part of wit , To act a fool where great men fit . But oh the Cap of London Town , I wis 't is like a Gyants Crown . Thus ev'ry Cap , &c. The sickly Cap not wrought with silk , Is like Repentance white as milk ; When Hats in Church drop off in haste , This never leaves the Head uncas'd ; The sick mans Cap that 's wrought can tell , Though he be sick , his state is well . Thus ev'ry Cap , &c. The Fudling cap by Bacchus might , Turns night to day , and day to night ; It Jove-like makes proud heads to bend , And lowly facts makes to asend ; It makes men higher than before , By seeing double all their store . Thus ev'ry Cap , &c. This rounds the world within the brain , And makes a Monarch of a Swain ; When it is on our heads , we be Compleatly Armed Cap-a-pee : The fur'd and quilted Cap of Age , Can make a mouldy Proverb sage . Thus ev'ry Cap , &c. The Sattin and the Velvet Hive , Unto a Bishoprick doth drive ; Nay when a File of Capsy are seen in , A square , then th●s , and next a linnen . This triple Cap may raise some hope ( If fortune smile ) to be a Pope . Thus ev'ry Cap , &c. Though Fustian Caps be slender wear , The head is of no better gear ; The Cruel Cap is knit , like Hose , For them whose zeal takes cold i' th Nose , Whose Purity doth think it meet , To cloath alike th● head and feet . This Cap would fain , but cannot be The onely sign of no degree . The Perriwig , oh , that declares The rise of Flesh , but fall of Hairs ; And none but Grandees can proceed So far in sin , that this they need , Before their Prince , which cover'd are , And onely to themselves go bare . This Cap of all the Caps that be , Is now the sign of high degree . Song 91. CAst our Caps and Care away , This is Beggars Holiday , In the world look out and see , Where 's so happy a King as he ? At the Crowning of our King , Thus we ever dance and sing , Wher'e 's the Nat'on lives so free , And so merry as do we ? Be it Peace , or be it War , Here at liberty we are , Hang all Officers , we cry , And the Magistrates too by . We enjoy our ease and rest , To the fields we are not prest . When the Subsidy's encreast , We are not a penny ceast ; Nor are call'd into the Town , To be troubled with a Gown ; Nor will any go to law With a Beggar for a straw . All which happiness he brags , He doth owe unto his rags . Song 93. I Lov'd a Lass a fair one , As fair as e're was seen , She was indeed a rare one , Another Sheba Queen . But fool as then I was , I thought she lov'd me too , But now alas sh 'as l●ft me , Falero , lero , loo . Her hair like gold did glister , Each eye was like a star , She did surpass her sister , Which past all others far , ●he would me Honey call , ●he'd , oh , she 'd kiss me too , ●ut now alas sh 'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . 〈◊〉 summer time to Medley ●y love and I would go , ●he Boat-man he stood ready , My Love and I to rowe ; For Cream there would we call . For Wine and Cheese-cakes too , But now alas , &c. Many a merry Meeting My Love and I have had ; She was my onely Sweeting , She made my heart full glad , The tears stood in her eyes , Like to the Morning-dew , But now alas , &c. And when abroad we walked , As Lovers fashion is , Oft as we sweetly talked , The sun would steal a Kiss ; The winde upon her lips Likewise most sweetly blew , But now alas , &c. Her cheeks were like the Cherry , Her Skin as white as snow , When she was blythe and merry , She Angle-like did show : Her Waste exceeding small , The Fives did fit her shooe , But now alas , &c. In Summer time , or Winter , She had her hearts desire , I still did scorn to stint her , From Sugar , Sack , or Fire ; The world went round about , No cares we ever knew , But now alas , &c. As we walked home together , At midnight through the town , To keep away the weather , O're her I 'de cast my Gown , No cold my Love should feel , What e're the Heavens could do , But now alas , &c. Like Doves we would be billing , And clip and kiss so fast ; Yet she would be unwilling , That I should kiss the last , They 're Judas Kisses now , Since she hath prov'd untrue , For now alas , &c. To Maidens Vows and Swearing , Henceforth no credit give , You may give them the hearing , But never them believe ; They are as false as fair , Unconstant , frail , untrue , For mine alas , &c. If ever Madam Nature , For this false Lovers sake , Another loving creature , Like unto her would make , Let her remember this , To make the other true , For this alas , &c. No riches now can raise me , No want makes me despair , No misery amaze me , Nor yet for want I care : I have lost a world it self . My Earthly Heaven adieu , Since she alas hath left me , Falero , lero , loo . Song 94. BE not proud , pretty one , for I must love thee , Thou art fair , but unkinde , yet dost thou move me , Red are thy lips and checks like rosie blushes , The flame that 's from thine eyes , burns me to ashes . And on thy breast , the place of Love's abiding , Sits Cupid now enthron'd , my pains deriding . Song 95. THe silver Swan , who living had no note Till death approach'd and lockt her silent throat , Leaning her brest against a ●eedy shore She sung her first and last , and sung no more . Farewel all joys , oh Death come close my eyes , More geese than swans now live , more fools than wise . Song 96. On Cupid . CVpid's no God , a wanton Childe , His Art 's too weak , his Powr's too milde ; No active heat , nor noble fire , Feathers his Arrows with desire . 'T is not his Bow or Shaft , 't is Venus Eye , Makes him ado●'d , and crowns his Deity . Song 97. MY Lodging it is on the cold ground , And very hard is my fare , But that which troubles me most , is The unkindness of my Dear , Yet still I cry , O turn Love , And I prethee Love turn to me , For thou art the man that I long for , And alack what remedy . I 'le crown thee with Garlands of straw then , And I 'le marry thee with a Rush Ring . My frozen hopes shall thaw then , And merrily we will sing , Oh turn to me my dear Love , And I prethee Love turn to me , For thou art the man that alone canst , Procure my liberty . But if thou wil harden thy heart still , And be deaf to my pit ful moan , Then I must endure the smart still , And tumble in straw all alone , Yet still I cry , Oh turn Love , And I prethee Love turn to me , For thou art the man that alone art The cause of my misery . Song 98. AMong Rose-buds slept a Bee , Wak'd by Love who could not see , His soft finger that was stung , Then away poor Cupid flung ; First he ran , then flew about , And to Venus thus cry'd out : Help , Mother help , Oh I 'm undone , A Scorpion hath stung her Son. 'T was a serpent , it could flie , For 't had wings as well as I ; Countrey swains call this a Bee , But oh this hath mu●thered me . Son , said Venus , if the sting , Of a Flie such torment bring , Think , oh think on all those hearts , Pierced by thy burning darts . Song 96. HE deserved much better than so , In the thick Woods to be lost , Where the Nut-trees grew so low , As if they had been nipt with the Frost , Oh whither , whither , my Love dost thou go ? Song 100. ABout the sweet bag of a Bee , Two Cupids fell at ods ; And whose the pretty prize should be They vow'd to ask the Gods : Which Venus hearing thither came , And for their boldness stript them , And taking thence from each his flame , With rods of Mirtle whipt them ; Which done , to still their wanton cryes , And quiet grown sh' had seen them , She kist and dry'd their Dove-like eyes , And gave the Bag between them . Song 101. See , See , CHloris , my Chloris , comes in yonder bark , Blow gently winds , for if ye sink that Ark , You 'l drown the world with tears , and at one breath , Give to us all an universal death : Hark , hark , how Arion on a Dolphin plays , To my sweet Shepherdess his Roundelayes : See how the Syreus flock to wait upon her , As Queen of Love , and they her Maids of Honor. Behold great Neptune's risen from the deep , With all his Tritons , and begins to sweep The rugged waves into a smoother form , Not leaving one small wrinckle of a storm . Mark how the winds stand still , and on her gaze , See how her beauty doth the fish amaze ; The Whales have beg'd this boon of winde and weather , That on their backs they may convey her thither . And see she Lands just like the rising Sun , That leaves the bryny lake when night is done : Fly , fly , Amintor to thy envy'd bliss , And let not th' earth rob thee of her greeting Kiss . Song 102. ALas poor Cupid art thou blind ? Canst not thy bow and Arrows find ? Thy Mother sure the wanton plays , And lays 'em up for Holy days . Then Cupid mark how kind I 'le be , Because thou once wert so to me ; I 'le arm thee with such powerful darts , Shall make thee once more God of hearts . My Chloris arms shall be thy Bow , Wh●●h none but Love can bend you know ; He● precious hairs shall make the string , Which of themselves wound every thing . Then take but arrows from her eyes , And all you shoot at surely dies . Song 103. BRing back my comfort , and return ; For well th●u know'st that I , that I , In such a vigorous passion burn . That missing thee , I die ; Return , return , insult no more , Return , return , and me restore , To those sequestred joys I had before . Song 104. I Love thee for thy fickleness , And grant inconstancy ; For hadst thou been a constant Lass , Then thou hadst ner lov'd me . I love thee for thy wantonness , And for thy Drollery ; For if thou hadst not lov'd sport , Then thou hadst ne'r lov'd me . I love thee for thy Poverty , And for thy want of Coin ; For if thou hadst been worth a Groat , Then thou hadst ne r been mine . I love thee for thy ugliness , And for thy foolery ; For if thou hadst been fair , or wise , Then thou hadst ne'r lov'd me . Then let me have thy heart a while , And thou shalt have my money , I 'le part with all the wealth I have , T' enjoy a Lass so bonny . Song 105. THy love is cha●te , they tell thee so , But how young Souldier shalt thou know ? Do by her , As by thy Sword , Take no friends word , But try her ; 'T will raise her Honor one step higher , Fame has her tryal at Loves bar , Deisy'd Venus from a Star , Shoots her lustre ; She had never been Goddess't , If Mars had been modest : Try and trust her . Song 106. DRink to me Boy , Here 's to thee Boy , A Health t' our Master , A nobler never obey'd I ; Couple him with my Lady , Never man had a chaster ; Match the Vice-Roy as even , With his Royal Creator , To the King bless him Heav'n , And a Pox take the Traitor . Song 107. A Dialogue between the Evening and a Boy . Evening I Am the Ev'ning dark as night , Jack-with-the-lanthorn , bring a light , Iack Whither ? Whither ? Whither ? Even●ng , Hither , hither , hither . Iack. Thou art some pratling eccho of my making . Evening . Thou art a foolish fire by thy mistaking . I am the Ev'ning that creates thee , Iack. My Lanthorn and my Candle waits thee . Evening . Those Flajolets which we hear play , Are Reapers who have lost their way , They play , they sing , they dance a round , Lead them up , here 's Fairy ground . Chorus Let the men ware the Ditches , Maids look to your Breeches ; We 'l scratch them with Briars and Thistles , When the Flajolets cry We are a dry , Pond-water shall wet their whistles . Song 108. THis is not the Elysian Grove , Nor can I meet my slaughter'd love Within these shades , come death and be At last as merciful to me , As in my dearest Dear loves fall , Thou shewdst thy self Tyrannical . Then did I die when he was slain , But kill me now , I live again ; And shall go meet him in a Grove , ●airer than any here above . Oh let this woful life expire , Why should I wish Evadne's fire , Sad Portia's Doals , or Lucrece Knife , To rid me of a loathed life ? 'T is shame enough , that grief alone , Kill me not now , when thou art gone , But life since thou art slow to go , I 'le punish thee for lasting so , And make thee piece-meal every day , Dissolve to tears and melt away . Song 109. CHloris when e're you do intend , To venture at a bosom friend , Be sure you know your servant well , Before your liberty you sell , For loves a feavour in young or old , Is sometimes hot , and sometimes cold , And men you know when e're they please , Can soon be sick of this disease ; Then wisely chuse a friend that may , Last for ●n Age , not for a day , That loves thee not for lip or eye , But for a mutual Sympathy : To such a friend thy heart engage , For he will court thee in old age , And kiss thy hollow wrinckled brow , With as much joy as he does know . Song 110. THe Master , the Swabber , the Boatswain , and I , The Gunner and his Mate , Lov'd Mall , Meg , and Marina and Margery , But none of us care'd for Kate , For she has a tongue with a tang , Would cry to a Saylor go hang , She lov'd not the savor of Tar , nor of Pitch , Yet a Saylor might scratch her where e're she did itch ▪ Then to Sea boys , and let her go hang. Song 111. BRight Aurel a , I do owe All the Woe , I can know , To those glorious looks alone , Though you are unrelenting stone : The quick lightning from your eyes , Did sacrifice , My unwise , My unweary harmless heart , And now you glory in my smart . How unjustly you do blame , That pure flame . From you came ? Vext with what your self may burn Your scorns to tinder did it turn . The least spark now love can call , That does fall , On the small Scorcht remainder of my heart , Will make it burn in every part . Song 112. BEauty and Love once fell at odds , And thus revil'd each other ; Quoth Love , I am one of the Gods , And you wait on my Mother ; Thou hast no power o're men at all , But what I gave to thee ; Nor art thou longer fair or sweet , Than men acknowledge me . Away fond Boy , then Beauty said , We see that thou art blind ; But men have knowing eyes , and can My graces better find ; 'T was I begot thee , mortals know , And call'd thee Blind desire ; I made the Arrows and thy Bow , And wings to kindle fire . Love here in anger flew away , And streight to Vulcan pray'd , That he would tip his shafts with scorn , To punish this proud maid ; So Beauty ever since hath bin But courted for an hour . To love a day , is now a sin , 'Gainst Cupid and his power . Song 112. BRightest , since your pitying eye , Saves whom it once condemn'd to die ; Whom lingring time did long dismay , You have reliev'd in this short day . Propitious Gods themselves can do no more , Slow to destroy , but active to restore . From your fair , but absent look , Cold death her pale Artillery took , Till gentle Love that dart supprest And lodg'd a milder in your brest ; Like fam'd Achillis mistick spear , thus you , Both scatter wounds , and scatter balsam too . Song 113. LOve and wenching are toys , And at best but vain joys , Fit to please beardless boys , That sigh and pule till they are weary ; When they visit their misses , And boast of their kisses , I 'le not envy their blisses , While Vertue consists in Canary . Song 114. DIsputes daily arise , and errors grow bolder ▪ Philosophers prattle and so does the sizer , The more we should know then by being the older , But plainly't appears there 's no body wiser : He that spends what he has , and wisely drinks all , 'T is he is the man Ma-the-ma-ti-cal . Song 115. WHere the Bee sucks , there suck I , In a Cowslips Bell I lie ; There I croutch when Owls do cry , On the Bats back I do fly , After Summer merrily . Merrily , merrily , shall I live now , Under the blossom that hangs on the bow . Song 116. WHo is Silvia ? What is she ? That all our Swains commend her ? Holy , fair , and wise is she , The Heav'n such g●●ce did lend her , That she might admired be . Is she kinde , as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness , Love doth to her eyes repair , To help him of his blindness , And being helpd inhabits there : Then to Silvia let us sing , That Silvia is excelling ; She surmounts each mortal thing , Upon the dull earth dwelling , To her let us garlands bring . A Drinking Catch , or Song 117. HE that will look for a Swallows nest , A swallows nest , a swallows nest , Must look in the Chimney high , And he that would look for a minikin Lass : And a trimmikin Lass , and a tinnikin Lass : Must chuse her by her black eye , And he that will fish for frogs , Must fish all in this well , And all those , That will fuddle their nose , That will fuddle their nose , Must come where good Alo's to sell. Song 118. YOu spotted Snakes with double tongue , Thorny Hedge-hogs be not seen ; Newts and Blind-worms do no wrong , Come not near our fairy Queen . Philomele with melody , Sing in your sweet lullaby ; Never harm , Nor spell , nor charm , Come our lovely Lady nigh , So good night with lullaby . Weaving Spiders come not here , Hence you long-leg'd Spiders hence , Beetles black approach not near ; Worm nor Snail , do no offence . Philomele with melody , &c. Hence away , now all is well , One aloof , stand Sentinel . Song 119. TEll me , where is Fancy bred , Or in the heart , or in the head ? How begot ? how nourished ? It is ingendred in the eyes , With gazing fed , and Fancy dies In the Cradle where it lies : Let us all ring Fancy's Knell , Ding , Dong , Bell , Ding , Dong , Bell. Song 120. YOu that chuse not by the view , Chance as fair , and chuse as true ; Since this fortune falls to you , Be content , and seek no new ▪ If you be well pleas'd with this , And hold your fortune for your bliss ; Turn you where your Lady is , And claim her with a loving Kiss . Song 121. UNder the Green-wood tree , Who love● to lie with me , And turn his merry Note , Unto the sweet Birds throat ; Come hither , come hither , come hither , Here shall he see No enemy , But Winter and rough weather . Who doth Ambition shun , And loves to live i' th Sun , Seeking the food he eats , And pleas'd with what he gets ; Come hither , come hither , come hither , Here shall he see No enemy , But Winter and rough weather . Song 122. WHat shall he have that kill'd the Deer ? His Leather-skin and Horns to wear , Then sing him home , the rest shall bear this burthen , Take thou no scorn , To wear the Horn , It was a Crest e're thou wast born , Thy Fathers Father wore it , And thy Father bore it : The Horn , the Horn , the lusty Horn , Is not a thing to laugh to scorn . Song 123. WEdding is great Iuno's Crown , O blessed bond of boord and bed ; 'T is Hymen peoples every Town , High Wedlock then be honored : Honor , high Honor and Renown , To Hymen God of every Town . Song 124. A Tripe well broil'd cannot be ill , Broil her hot , burn her not , Turn the Tripe Gill , For a Tripe well broil'd cannot be ill . Song 125. HOw long shall I pine for love ? How long shall I sue in vain ? How long like the Turtle-Dove , Shall I heavily thus complain ? Shall the sails of my love stand still ? Shall the grifts of my hope be unground ? Oh fie , oh fie , oh fie , Let the mill , let the mill go round , Think me still , In my Fathers mill , Where I have oft been found-a , Thrown on my back , On a well fill'd sack , While the mill has still gone round-a : Prethee Sirrah try thy skill , And again let the mill go round-a . The young one , the old one , The fearful , the bold one , The lame one , though ne'r so unsound-a , The Jew , and the Turk , Have leave for to work , The whilst that the mill goes round-a . Song 126. TAke her and hug her , Then turn her and tug her , And turn her again Boy , again ; Then if she mumble , Or if her tail grumble , Kiss her amain Boy , amain : Do thy endeavour , To take off her feavour , Then her disease no longer will raign . If nothing will serve her , Then thus to preserve her , Swinge her amain Boy , amain ; Give her cold Jelly , To take up her belly , And once a day Swinge her again , If she stand all these pains , Then knock out her brains , Her disease no longer will raign . Song 127. COme fill with wine this lusty bowl , 'T wil scatter sorrows from my soul , 'T wil stif●le care that inward foe , 'T is the Antipodes to woe , 'T wil rescue old age from the grave , 'T wil make a Fr●eman of a Slave , 'T wil vigour and ripe fancie bring , ▪ T wil hoise a Beggar to a King. Lo how it glows and sparkles there , Brighter than a spangled sphear , And how it bubles from the deep , Leaping to surprize my lip , Rich juice , since thou dost court my taste , I 'le meet a kiss with equal haste , Go then , go mingle with my blood , Thus swallow I thy wealthy flood , 'T is vanish't , and I see the shore , Not wasted thither by an Oar ; Oh fill 't again , and ●ill it high , Oh let me be but drunk and die . Seas heapt on Seas cannot asswage This eager thirst , this violent rage ; Were half the Globe fill'd to the top , I 'de drink 't , and eat the earth for sop , But hah by all the Gods ●reel , My Brain is Traytor to my will ; My Vitals stop , my spirits sink , Come then I 'le sleep , and dream of drink . We that Bacchus do adore , Chor. Envy not the Misers store ; Nor the charms , nor sweets of Love , Nor the state of Gods above . Song 128. 'T Is late and cold , stir up the fire , Sit close and draw the Table nigher ; Be merry , and drink wine that 's old , A hearty Medicine 'gainst a Cold : Your Beds of wanton Doun the best , Where you shall tumble to your rest ; I could wish you Wenches too , But I am dead , and cannot do : Call for the best , the House may ring , Sack , White , and Clarret let them bring ; And drink apace while breath you have , Youl'l finde but cold drink in the Grave : Plover , Partridge for your Dinner , And a Capon for the sinner , You shall finde ready when you are up , And your Horse shall have his sup ▪ Welcome , welcome , are ye all , From Master high , to servant small . Song 129. COme let us be friends , and most friendly agree , For the Pimp , the Punck , & the Doctor are three , Which cannot but thrive when united they be . The Pimp brings in custom , the Punk she gets treasure , Of which the Physician is sure of his measure , For work which she makes him in sale of her pleasure ; For which when she fails by Diseases and Pain , The Doctor new Vamps , and Upsets her again . Song 130. FEar not ( Dear Love ) that I 'le reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal , No eye shall see , nor yet the Sun Descry what thou and I have done ; No ear shall hear our love , but we Silent as the night will be . The God of Love himself ( whose Dart Did first wound mine , and then thy heart ) Shall never know that we can tell , What sweets in stoln embraces dwell . This onely means may finde it out , If when I die , Physicians doubt What caus'd my death , and there to view , Of all their Judgements which was true ; Rip up my heart , Oh then I fear The world will see thy Picture there . Song 131. ARm , arm , arm , arm , the Scouts are all come in , Keep your Ranks close , & now your Honors win ; Behold from yonder Hill the Foe appears , Bowes , Bills , Glaves , Arrows , Shields , Swords , Pikes , and Spears , Like a dark Wood he comes , or Tempest pouring , O view the Wings of Horse the Meadows scouring : The Vant-guard marches bravely , hark the Drums-Dub-dub , They meet , they meet , and now the Battel comes : See how the Arrows flie , That darken all the Skie , Hark how the Trumpets sound , Hark how the Hills abound , — Tara — tara — tara . Hark how the Horses charge , In boys , In boys , in Tara — tara . The Battel totters ; Now the wounds begin , O how they cry , O how they die ▪ Room for the valiant Memnon arm'd with thunder , See how he breaks the Ranks asunder ! They flie , they flie , Eumenes has the Chase , And brave Polibius makes good his place , To the Plains , to the Woods . To to the Rocks , to the Floods They flie for succor , follow , follow , follow . — Hey , hey , Hark how the Souldiers hollow , Brave Diocles is dead , And all his souldiers fled , The Battel 's won , and lost , That many a life hath cost . Song 131. A Curse upon thee for a slave , Art thou here , and heardst me rave ? Fly not sparkles from mine eye , To shew my indignation nigh ? Am I not all foam and fire ? With voice as hoarse as a Town cryer ; How my back opes and shuts together , With fury , as old mens with weather , Couldst thou not hear my teeth knack hither , Thou nasty , scurvy , mungril Toad , Mischief on thee , light upon thee , All the plagues that can confound thee , Or did ever raign abroad : Better a thousand lives it cost , Than have brave Anger spilt or lost . Song 133. PEace and silence be the guide To the Man , and to the Bride : If there be a Joy yet new In marriage , let it fall on you , That all the world may wonder ▪ If we should stay , we should do worse , And turn our blessings to a curse , By keeping you asunder . Another 134. JO Hymen , Jo Hymen , Jo Hymen , Was wont to be still the old Song , At high Nuptial Feasts , Where the merry merry merry Guests With joy and good and wishes did throng : But to this new Wedding , new notes do I bring , To rail at thee Hymen , while sadly I sing . Fie ô Hymen , fie ô Hymen , fie ô Hymen , What hands and what hearts dost thou knit ? A widow that 's poor , And a very very whore , To an Heir that wants nothing but wit ? Yet thus far ô Hymen , thy answer is made , When his means are spent , they may live by her trade . Song 135. GIve me more love , or more disdain , The torrid , or the frozen Zone , Bring equal case unto my pain , The temperate afford me none ; Either extream of love , or hate , Is sweeter than a calm estate . Give me a storm : if it be love , Like Danae in a golden showre , I swim in pleasure ; if it prove Disdain , that torrent will devour My Vulture hopes ; And he 's possest Of heaven , that 's but from hell releast ; Then crown my Joys , or cure my pain , Give me more love , or more disdain . Song 136. TEll me prithee , faithless Swain , Tell me prithee , faithless Swain , Why you did such passion feign , On purpose to deceive me , I no sooner lov'd again , But you again to leave me . Phillis , we must blame our fate , Phillis , we must blame our fate , Kindness bears a certain date , And e're those Joys we tasted , You in peevishness and state , The time had almost wasted . 'T was my love did yours destroy , 'T was my love did yours destroy , Strephon had I still been coy , I know you still would prize me : Think you dream'd you did enjoy , And then you 'l not despise me . Love like other native fires , Love like other native fires , Leaves what 's burnt , and strait desires Fresh Objects to be choosing ; Repetition always tyres , And all 's the worse for using . Once again thy love pursue , Once again thy love pursue , And my scorns I will renew , But passion doth so sway me , That should I my sighs subdue , My tears would soon betray me . Sigh no more , nor weep in vain , Sigh no more , nor weep in vain , Nymph , your Beauty soon will gain A more deserving Lover ; Slaves that once have broke their chains , You hardly can recover . Song 137. TEll me no more you love , in vain Fair Celia , you this passion feign ; Can those pretend to love , that do Refuse what love perswades us too ? Who once has felt his active flame , Dull Laws of Honor does disdain , You would be thought his slave , and yet You will not to his pow'r submit . More cruel then those Beauties are , Whose coyness wounds us with despair ; For all the kindness which you show , Each Smile and Kiss which you bestow , Are like those Cordials which we give To dying men , to make them live , And languish cut an hour in pain ; Be kinder Celia , or Disdain . Song 138. HOw happy art thou and I , That never knew how to love ! There 's no such Blessings here beneath , What e're there is above : 'T is Liberty , 't is Liberty , Every wise man doth love . Song 139. WHy should onely Man be ty'd To a foolish female thing , When all Creatures else beside , Birds and Beasts change every Spring ? Who would then to one be bound , When so many may be found ? Why should I my self confine To the limits of one place , When I have all Europe mine , Where I list to run my race ? Who would the● to one be bound , When so many may be found ? Would you think him wise that now Still one sort of meat doth eat , When both Sea and Land allow Sundry sorts of other meat ? Who would then to one be bound , When so many may be found ? E're old Saturn chang'd his throne , Freedom reign'd and banisht strife , Where was he that knew his own , Or who call'd a woman wife ? Who would then to one bound , When so many may be found ? Ten times happier are those men . That enjoy'd those golden days ; Until time 's redress'd agen , I will never Hymen praise . Who is it would to one be bound , When so many may be found ? Song 140. LOve's Empire , as the world is wide , All living creatures Lovers be , And those which have no life beside , Love by a secret sympathy . Nay Gods themselves who limit destiny , To Love's almighty Scepter subject be . Under gilt Roo●s , in humble Cells , In Desarts , and in Princes Courts , This uncontrouled Power dwells , Love unto every place resorts ; And all the world under his yoke does faint , But he 's a Monarch that brooks no restraint . Song 141. OH Chloris , would the Gods allow We e're might love as we love now , What greater Joys hath earth in store ? Or Heav'n it self , to give us more ? For nothing sure so sweet can prove , As pleasures of beginning Love. But Love when to its heighth arriv'd , Of all our Joys is shortest liv'd ; Its morning past , it sets so soon , That none can finde the afternoon ; And of that little time is lent , Half in unkindness is mis-spent . Since Fate to Love such short life gives . And Love 's so tender whilst it lives , Let us remove main fears away , So to prevent its first decay ; For Love , like blood , let out before , Will loose its power , and cure no more . Song 142. NO , no , thou all of red and white , Thou hast not yet undone me quite For I have lost but half my heart , Yet I confess the wound doth smart ; Then pretty thief , oh steal no more , But let me keep one part in store . Sure half 's too much for thee of mine , Unless I had some share in thine . Though thou art fair , and though thou' rt young , And though thou hast a pretty tongue , And every word that thou dost say , Might lead a Princes heart astray ; Yet all those Traps will ne'r catch me , I must have kinder Snares from thee . 'Lass thou shalt see I can retreat , And not lie conquer'd at thy feet . 'T is true , if I did keep the field , At length I must be forc'd to yield , Not like a Coward will I flie , Nor like a fool will stay and die , With half my heart I 'le march away , Then t'other part not long will stay ; A heart divided knows no power , Nor will submit above an houre . Reproach me not , though heretofore ●onely freedome did adore , ●nd brag that none , though kind , as fair , The loss of it could half repair , Since I now willingly do yield To Chloris beauty all the field . With greater Joys I do resign My freedom , though thou e're kepst thine , And am resolv'd constant to prove , Should her neglect transcend my love . Strange charms they are which make me burn , Without the hopes of a return . To see , and not to be in love , A wonder like her self would prove , Whose charms by Nature , and by Art , Do each of them deserve a heart . For which my sorrows are not small , I have but one to pay them all . I must confess a while I strove With reason to resist my love , All saints sometimes 'gainst death do pray Though it be to heaven their onely way . 'T is onely Chloris hath the skill , To make me blest against my will. Nor will I so much as endure , To think inconstancy a Cure ; For were I to that sin so bent , It sure wou'd prove my punishment . Here to adore I must confess Is beter , than elsewhere Success . Song . 143. WAke all ye dead , what Ho , what Ho ; How soundly they sleep whose pillars lie low ? They minde not poor Lovers who walk above On the decks of the world , in storms of love ? No whisper now , nor glance can pass Through wick●●s , or through panes of glass ; For our windows and doors , are shut and barr'd , Lie close in the Church , and in the Church-yard , In ev'ry grave , make room , make room , The world●s at an end , and we come , we come . The State is now , Loves foe , Loves foe , Has seiz'd on his Arms , his Quiver , and Bowe , Has pinion'd his Wings , and fetter'd his Feet , Because he made way for Lovers to meet ; But oh sad chance , his Judge was old ; Hearts cruel grow , when blood grows cold . No man being young , his Process would draw , Oh Heavens that Love should be subject to Law , Lovers go wooe the dead the dead ! Lie two in a grave , and to bed , to bed . Song 144. IN faith 't is true , I am in love , 'T is your black eyes have made me so ; My resolutions they remove , And former niceness overthrow . The glowing Char-coals set on fire A heart , that former flames did shun , Who , as Heretick unto desire , Now 's judg'd to suffer Matyrdom . But Beauty since it is thy fate , At distance thus to wound so sure , Thy Vertues I w●ll imitate , And see if distance prove a Cure. Then farewel Mistriss , farewel Love , Those lately entertain'd desires , Wise men can from that plague remove ; Farewel black eyes , and farewel fires . If ever I my heart acquit Of those dull flames , I 'le bid a pox On all black eyes , and swear they 'r sit For nothing , but a Tinder-box . Song 145. I Happy saw , and faithful lov'd , Which I shall ever , ever do , Not to be constant call'd and prov'd , For that I am compell'd unto ; For she that in her love do's think of fame , Love 's not for the right end , but for a name . Compell'd to love by parts divine , I follow them whom Angels tend , Then tell me , can my love decline Whose lowest object do's ascend ? No I must love him , and will prove it then , She 's the best woman loves the best of men . Song 146. OUr Ruler hath got the Vertigo of State , The world turns round in his Politick pate , He steers in a Sea where his course cannot last , And bears too much sail , for the strength of his Mast. Let him plot all he can , Like a Politick man , Yet love though a Child may fit him : The small Archer though blind , Such an arrow will finde , As with an old trick shall hit him , Sure Angelo knows loves party is strong , Love melts like soft wax , the hearts of the young ; And none are so old , but they think on the taste , And weep with remembrance of kindnesses past . Let him plot all , &c. Love in the foolish is held a mad fit , And madness in fools is reckon'd for wit , The wise value love , as fools wisdome prize , Which when they can't gain , they seem to despise . Let him plot all , &c. Cold Cowards all perils of anger shun , To dangers of love , they leap when they run ; The Valiant in frolicks did follow the boy , When he led em a dance from Greece to Troy. Let him plot all , &c. Song 147. FOnd love , what dost thou mean , To court an idle folly ? Platonick love is nothing else , But meerly melancholly , 'T is active love that makes us jolly . To dote upon a face , Or court a sparkling eye , Or to esteem a dimpled cheek , Compleat felicity , 'T is to betray ones liberty . Then pray be not so fond , Think you that women can , Rest satisfy'd with Complements , The froathy part of man ? No , no , they hate a Puritan . They care not for your sighs , Nor your erected eyes , They hate to hear a man complain , Alas he dies , he dies , Believ 't they love a closer prize . Then venter to embrace , 'T is but a smack or two ; I 'm confident no woman lives , But sometimes she will do , The fault lies not in her , but you . Song 148. SIlly heart forbear , Those are murdering eyes , In the which I swear , Cupid lurking lies . See his Quiver , see his Bowe too , see his Dart ; Fly , O fly ! fly , O fly ! Thou foolish heart . Song 149. POor Artaxander long hath woo'd Fai● Celia , but in vain , For she on terms of Honour stood , Though never on disdain ▪ His kind address●s as a charm , Sometimes she 'd entertain , With soft embraces close and warm , Yet streight grow cold again . Song 150. THou Deity swift wing'd Love , Sometimes below , sometimes above , Little in shape , but great in power , Thou that mak'st thy heart a tower , And thy loop-holes Ladies eyes , From whence thou strik'st the fond and wise . Did all the shafts in thy fair Quiver , Stick fast in my ambitious L●ver ; Yet thy power would I adore , And call upon thee to shoot more , Shoot more , shoot more . Song 151. O Cupid turn away thy Bow , Thy pow'r we maids both feel and know Fair Cupid turn away thy Bow , They be those golden Arrows , Bring Ladies all their sorrows , And till there be more truth in men , Never shoot at maids ag●n . Song 152. FAin would I wake thee sweet , but fear I should invite you to worse chear ; In your Dreams you cannot fair , Meaner than Musick , no compare ; None of your slumbers are compil'd , Under the pleasures makes a Child : Your day-delights so well compact , That what you think turns all to act . Id wish my self no better play . Your dream by night , your thought by day . Wake , gently wake , part softly from your dreams , The morning flies , To your fair eyes , To take her special beams , Song 153. LEt the Bells ring , And the Boys s●ng , The young Lass●s trip and play ; Let the Cups go round , Till round goes the ground , Our Learned Vicar we 'l s●ay . Let the Pig turn merrily hey , And let the fat Goose swim , For verily , verily , hey , Our Vicar this day shall be t●im . The stew'd Cock shall Crow — cock a doodle dow , A loud cock a doodle shall crow , The Duck , and the Drake , Shall swim in a lake Of Onions and Claret below . Our wives shall be neat , To bring in our meat , To thee our noble Adviser , Our pains shall be great , And our Pottles shall sweat , And we our selves shall be wiser . We 'l labor and swink , We 'l kiss , and we 'l drink , And Tithes shall come thicker and thicker , We 'l fall to the plough , And get Children enough , And thou shalt be learned O Vicar . Song 154. HE that a Tinker , a Tinker will be . Let him leave other loves and come listen to me ; Though he travels all the day , Yet he comes home still at night , And dallies with his Doxie , And dreams of delight . His Pot and his Toast in the morning he takes , And all day long good Musick he makes , He wanders up and down to Wakes and to Fairs , And casts his Cap at the Court , and its cares ; When to the town the Tinker doth come , Oh how the wanton wenches run . Some bring him Basons , some bring him Bowls , All wenches pray him to stop up their holes ; Tink goes the Hammer , the Skellet , and the Scummer , Come bring me the Copper Kettle , For the T●ker , the tinker , the merry merry tinker , Oh he is the man of mettle . Song 155. A Silly poor shepherd was folding his sheep , He walked so long he got cold in his feet , He laid on his coals by two and by three , But the more he laid on , the Cuc-colder was he . Alas good wife what should we do now , To buy us more fewel , we 'l sell the brown Cow , To buy us more coals to warm thee and me , But the more he laid on , the Cut-colder was he . Some shepherds , said she , themselves can warm keep , By feeding their slock , and folding their sheep , But when thou com'st home with thy tar-box and crook Oh how it grieves me , how Cuc-cold thou dost look . Alas good wife I walk through dew , dirt , and mire . Whilst thou perhaps warm'st thy self without fire , With a friend in a corner , in some such sort as where by The warmer thou art , the Cuc-colder am I , Song 156. NOw that the Spring hath fill'd our veins , With quick and active fire , And made green Liv'ry's o're th●●lains , And every Grove a Quire ; Sing we this Song with mirth and merry glee , And Bacchus crown the bowl , And here 's to thee , And thou to me , And every thirsty soul. Shear sheep that have them cry we still , But see that no man scape , To take of the Sherry , That makes us so merry , And plump as the lusty grape . Song 157. PIsh , modest sipper , to 't agen , My sweetest joy , The wine 's not coy , As women are , My dearest puling , prethee then , Prethee my fair , Once more bedew those lips of thine , Mend thy draught , and mend the wine , Since it hath tasted of thy lip , ( Too quickly cloy'd ) How over-joy'd It cheersully Invites thee to another sip , Methinks I see The wine perfum'd by thee my fair , Bacchus himself is dabling there . Once more dear soul , nay prethee try , Bath that Cherry , In the Sherry , The jocund wine , Which sweetly smiles and courts thy eye As more divine : Though thou take none to drink to me , Takes pleasure to be drank by thee : Nay my fair , off with 't , ost with it clean , Well I perceive , Why this you leave , My love reveals , And makes me guess what 't is you mean , Because at meals , My lips are kept from kissing thee , Thou needs wilt kiss the Glass to me . Song 158. THe Spaniard loves his ancient st●p , A Lombard the Venetian , And some like breechless women go , The Rush , Turk , Iew , and Grecian . The thrifty French man wears smal waste , The Du●ch his belly boasteth . The English man is for th●m all , And for each fashion coasteth . The Turk in linnen wraps his head , The Persian his in lawn too , The Rush with Sable furrs his Cap , And change will not be drawn to . The Spaniards constant to his Black , The French inconstant ever , But of all the Felts that may be ●elt , Give me the English Bever . The German loves his Coney-wool , The Irish-man his shag too ; The Welch his Monmouth loves to wear , And of the same will brag too . Some love the rough , and some the smooth , Some great , and others small things , But oh your liquorish English man , He loves to deal in all things The Rush drinks Quass , Dutch Lubecks Beer , And that is strong and mighty ; The Britain he Metheglin quaffs , The Irish Aqua vitae . The French affects the Orleans Grape , The Spanyard sips his Sherry , The English none of these can scape , But he withall makes merry . The Italian in her high Chopen , Scotch Lass and lovely Vroe too , The Spanish Donna , French Madam , He doth not fear to go to . Nothing so full of hazard , dread . Nought lives above the Center ; No health , no fashion , wine , nor wench , On which he wil not venture . Song . 159. FRom the fair Lavinian shore , I your Markets come to store , Muse not though so far I dwell , And my wares come here to sell ; Such is the sacred Hunger of Gold , Then come to my pack , Where I cry , What do you lack , What do you buy , For here it is to be sold. You whose birth and breeding base , Are rank'd into a nobler race ; And whose Parents heretofore Neither Arms , nor Scutheons bore : First let me have but a touch of your Gold , Then come to me Lad , You shall have , What your Dad Never gave , For here it is to be sold. Madam , for your wrinkled fa●e , Here 's Complexion it to grace , Which , if your earnest be but small , It takes away the vertue all . But if your Palms are anointed with gold Then you shall seem Like a Queen Of fifteen , Though you are threescore year old ? Song 160. WHen Dasies py'd , and Violets blew , And Cuckow-buds of yellow hue ; And Lady-smocks all silver white , Do paint the Meadows with delight , The Cuckow then on every tree , Mocks married men ; for thus sings he , Cuckow , Cuckow , a word of fear , Unpleasing to a married ear . When shepherds Pipe on Oaten straws , And merry Larks are Plough-mens Clocks , When Turtles tread , and Rooks , and Daws , And Maidens bleach their Summer Smocks , The Cuckow then on every tree , Mocks married men ; for thus sings he , Cuckow , Cuckow , a word of fear , Unpleasing to a married ear . Song 161. AFter the pains of a desperate Lover , When day and night I have sigh'd all in vain , Ah what a pleasure it is to discover In her eyes pity , who causes my pain ! Chorus Ah what , &c. When the Denial comes fainter and fainter , And her eyes give what her tongue does deny , Ah what a trembling I feel when I venter , Ah what a trembling does usher my Joy ! Chor. Ah what , &c. When with unkindness our Love at a stand is , And both have punish'd our selves with the pain , Ah what a pleasure the touch of her hand is ! A what a pleasure to press it again ! Chor. Ah what , &c. When with a sigh she accords me the blessing , And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain , Ah what a Joy ! Oh beyond all expressing ! Ah what a Joy to hear it again . Chor. Ah what , &c. Song 162. CAlm was the Evening , and clear was the Skie , And new budding Flowers did spring , When all alone went Amintas and I To hear the sweet Nightingale sing . I sate , and he laid him down by me , And scarcely his breath he could draw , But when with a fear , He began to come near , He was dasht with a ah , ah , ah . He blusht to himself , and lay still ●or a while , And his modesty curb'd his desire , But streightly convinc'd all his fears with a smile , And added new flames to his fire . Ah Silvia , said he , you are cruel , To keep your poor Lover in awe , Then once more he prest With his hands to my brest , But was dasht with a ah , ah , ah ▪ I knew 't was his passions caus'd all his fear , And therefore I pitied his case , I whisper'd him softly , there 's no body near , And laid my check close to his face : But as he grew bolder and bolder , A shepherd came by us , and saw , And just as our bliss Began with a kiss , He burst out with ha , ha , ha , ha , Song 163. WHen I sickles hang by the wall , And Dick the shepherd blows his nail , And Tom bears Log into the Hall , And Milk comes frozen home in pail , When blood is nipt , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring Owl , Tu-whit , to-who , a merry Note , While greasie Ione doth keel the pot . When all aloud the winde doth blow , And coffing drowns the Parsons saw , And Birds sits brooking in the snow , And Marrians Nose looks red and raw ; When roasted Crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring Owl , Tu-whit , to-who , a merry Note , While greasie Ione doth keel the po● . Song 164. TAke , oh take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again , Seals of Love , but seal'd in vain . Song 165. SIgh no more Ladies , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever , One foot in sea , and one on shore , To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so , But let them go , And be you blith and bonny , Converting all your sounds of woe , Into hey Nony , nony . Sing no more Ditties , sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy , The fraud of men were ever so , Since Summer first was leavy ; Then sigh not so , But let them go , And be you blithe and bony , Converting all your sounds of woe , Into hey Nony , nony . Song 166. A Maid , I dare not tell her name , For fear I should disgrace her , Tempted a young man for to come One night , and to embrace her , But at the door he made a stop , He made a stop , he made a stop , But she lay still , and snoring said , The Latch pull up , the Latch pull up . This young man hearing of her words , Pull'd up the Latch and enter'd ; And in the place unfortunately , To her Mothers Bed he venter'd : But the poor maid was sore afraid , And almost dead , and almost dead , But she lay still , and snoring said , The Truckle-bed , the Truckle-bed . Unto the Truckle-bed he went , But as the youth was going , Th' unlucky Cradle stood in 's way , And almost spoil'd his wooing ; When after that , the maid he spy'd , The maid he spy'd , the maid he spy'd , But she lay still , and snoring said , The other side , the other side . Unto the other side he went , To shew the love he meant her , Pull'd off his Cloaths couragiously , And falls to th' work he was sent for ; But the poor Maid made no reply , Made no reply , made no reply , But she lay still , and snoring said , A little too high , a little too high . This lusty Lover was half asham'd Of her gentle admonition , He thought to charge her home as well , As any Girl could wish him ; O now my Love , I 'm right I know , I 'm right I know , I 'm right I know , But she lay still , and snoring said , A little too low , a little too low . Though by mistakes , at length this youth His business so well tended , He hot the mark so cunningly , He defi'd the world to mend it ; O now my Love , I 'm right I swear , I 'm right I swear , I 'm right I swear , But she lay still , and snoring said , O there , O there , O there , O there . Song 167. I Can love for an hour , When I 'm at leisure , He that loves half a day , Sins without measure ; Cupid come tell me , what What art had thy Mother , To make me love one Face More than another . Men to be thought more wise , Daily endeavor , To make the world believe They can love ever . Ladies believe them not , They will deceive you , For when they have their wills , Then they will leave you . Men cannot feast themselves VVith your sweet Features , They love variety Of charming Creatures ; Too much of any thing Sets them a cooling , Though they can nothing do , They will be fooling . Song 168. TOm and Will were Shepherds swains , They lov'd and liv'd together , VVhen fair Pastor● grac'd their Plains , Alas ! why came she thither ? For though they fed two several Flocks , They had but one desire , Pastoras Eyes , and amber Locks , Sat both their hearts on fire . Tom came of honest gentle Race , By Father , and by Mother , Will was noble , but alas , He was a younger brother . Tom was toysom , Will was sad , No Huntsman , nor no Fowler , Tom was held a proper Lad , But Will the better Bowler . Tom would drink her Health , and swear The Nation could not want her , Will could take her by the ear , And with his voice inchant her . Tom kept always in her sight , And ne'r forgat his duty , Will was witty , and could write Smooth Sonnets on her Beauty . Thus did she exercise her skill , When both did dote upon her , She graciously did use them still , And still preserv'd her honor . So cunning and so fair a she , And of so sweet behavior , That Tom thought he , and Will thought he Was chiefly in her favor . Which of those two she loved most , Or whether she lov'd either , 'T is thought they 'l finde it to their cost , That she indeed lov'd neither . For to the Court Pastora's gone , ' Thad been no Court without her ; The Queen among her train had none Was half so fair about her . Tom hung his Dog , and threw away His Sheep-crook , and his Wallet , Will burst his Pipes , and curst the day That e're he made a Sonnet . Song 169. LAwn as white as driven Snow , Cypress as black as e're was Crow , Gloves as sweet as Damask Roses , Masks for Face● , and for Noses , Bugle-bracelets , Neck-lace Amber , Perfume for a Ladies Chamber ; Golden Quoifs , and Stomachers , For my Lads to give their Dears ; Pins , and Poaking-sticks of steel : Come buy of me , Come ; Come buy , come buy : Buy Lads , or else your Lasses cry : Come buy . Will you buy any Tape , Or Lace for your Cape , My dainty Duck , my Dear-a ? Any Silk , any Thread , Any Toys for your head , Of the new'st , and fin'st , fin'st wear-a ? Come to the Pedler , Money 's a medler , That doth utter all mens ware-a . Song 170. FEar no more the heat o●th ' Sun , Nor the furious Winters rages , Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone , and take thy wages . Golden Lads and Girls all must , As Chimney-sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o' th' Great , Thou art past the Tyrants strook , Care no more to cloath and eat , To thee the Reed is as the Oak ; The Scepter , Learning , Physick must , All follow thee , and come to dust . Fear no more the Lightning flash , Nor th'all-dreaded Thunder-stone . Fear no slander , Censure rash , Thou hast finisht Joy and Mone . All Lovers young , all Lovers must Consign to thee , and come to dust . No Exorciser harm thee , Nor no witchcraft charm thee . Ghost unlaid forbear thee , Nothing ill come near thee , Quiet consummation have , And renowned be thy Grave . Song 171. A Young man lately in our Town , He went to bed one night , He had no sooner laid him down , But was troubled with a Sprite : So vigorously this Spirit stood , Let him do what he can , Oh then he said , It must be laid , By a woman , not a man. A handsom Maid did undertake , And into th' Bed she leapt , And to allay the Spirits power , Full close to him she crept : She having such a guardian care , Her office to discharge , She opened wide her Conjuring-book , And laid her leaves at large . Her office she did well perform VVithin a little space , Then up she rose , and down he lay , And durst not shew his face . She took her leave , and away she went , VVhen she had done the deed , Saying , if 't chance to come again , Then send for me with speed . Song 172. 'T Is a merry 〈◊〉 we live , All our work is brought unto us , Still are getting , never give , For their cloaths all men do wooe us , Yet unkinde , they blast our names With aspersions of dishonor ; For which we make bold with their Dames , When we take our measure on her . Song 173. HElp Love , or else I sink , for know , He best can help that causeth wo ; Help then , and with thy smoother Palm , The fury of my passions calm : Succeeding tears in Billows rise , As there were Seas met in my eyes ; My ●ighs united proudly grown , As the four windes combin'd in one : Hark how they roar ! my sighs and tears , Sure have conspir'd to tempt my fears ; See how they swell now they are met , And ev'n a tempest do beget ! It shakes my Barque , her ribs do crack , And now I fear a dismal wrack : Help Love for pity , then I pray , E're my poor heart be cast away . Song 174. MAke ready fair Lady to night , And stand at the door below , For I will be there , To receive you with care , And with your true Love you shall go . And when the stars twinkle so bright , Then down to the door will I creep ; To my Love I will flie , E're the Jealous can spie , And leave my old Daddy asleep . Song 175. ONce was I sad , T●ll I grew to be mad , But I 'le never be sad again boys ; I courted a Riddle , She fancied a Fiddle , The tune does still run in my brain boys . The Gittarn , the Lute , The Pipe , and the Flute , Are the new Alamode for the Nan boys , With Pistol and Dagger , The women out-swagger , The Blades with the Mu●● and the Fan boys . All the town is run mad , And the Hectors do pad , Besides their false Dice , and the Slur-boys : The new formed Cheat●● With their acts and debates , Have brought the old to a Demur boys . Men stand upon thorns , To pull out their horns , And to cuckold themselves in grain-boys : When to wear um before , Does make their heads sore , But behind they do suffer no pain-boys . The Papist , the Presbyter , And Prestor Iohn , Are much discontented we see boys : For all their Religion , No Mahomets Pidgeon Can make 'um be madder than we boys . There is a mad fellow , Clad always 〈◊〉 yellow , And sometim● his Nose is blew boys : He cheated th● devil , Which was very ev●● To him and to all his Crew boys . And whilst we are thus mad , My Princess is glad To laugh at the world , and at me boys , 'Cause I can't apprehend What she please to command But it is not my self you see boys . Song 176. STay , shut the Gate , T'other quart ; faith 't is not so late As your thinking , The Stars which you see , In the Hemisphere be , Are but studs in our Cheeks by good drinking . The Suns gone to tipple all night in the Sea , boys , To morrow he 'l blush , that he 's paler than we boys , Drink wine , give him water , 't is Sack makes us the boys . Fill up the Glass , To the next merry Lad let it pass , Come away with 't : Let 's set foot to foot , And give our mindes to 't , 'T is H●●etical Six that doth slay wit ; Then ●ang up good Faces , let 's drink till our Noses Gives freedom to speak what our fancy disposes , Beneath whose protection , now under the Rose is . Drink off your Bowl , 'T will enrich both your head and your soul With Canary ; For a Carbuncle'd Face , Saves a tedious race , And the Indies about us we carry : No Helicon like to the Juice of good wine is , For Phoebus had never had wit that divine is , Had his face not been bow-dy'd as thine is , and mine is . This must go round , Off with your H●ts till the Pavement be crown'd With your Beavers ; A Red-coated Face , Frights a Serjeant and 's Mace , Whilst the Constable trembles to shivers , In state march our Faces like some of the Quorum , While the whores do fall down ; & the vulgar ador 'um And our Noses like Link-boys run shining before ' um . Song 177. MAy I finde a woman fair , And h●r minde as clear as air . If her beauty go alone , T is to me as if 't were none . May I finde a woman rich , And not of too high a pitch ; If that pride should cause disdain , Tell me , Lover , where 's thy gain ? May I finde a woman wise , And her falshood not disguise , Hath she wit , as she hath will ; Double arm'd she is to ill . May I finde a woman kinde , And not wavering like the winde ? How should I call that love mine , When 't is his , and his , and thine . May I finde a woman true , There is Beauties fairest hue ; There is Beauty , Love , and Wit , Happy he can compass it . Song 178. I Courted a Lass , my folly Was the cause of her disdaining , I courted her thus ; What shall I Sweet Dolly , d● for thy dear loves obtaining ? But another had dallied with Dolly , That Dolly for all her feigning , Had got such a mountain above her valley , That Dolly went home complaining . Song 179. GOod People give ear Whilst a story I tell , Of twenty black Tradesmen , Were brought up in Hell , On purpose poor People To Rob of their due ; There 's none shall be noozed If you finde but one true . The first was a Coyner That Stampt in a mold , The second a Voucher To put off his Gold. Then hark well , And mark well , See what will befal . They are twenty sworn Brethren Tradesmen all . The third was a Padder That fell to decay ; And when he was living Took to the High-way . The forth is a Mill-Ken , To crack up a door ; Hee 'l venture to rob , both The Rich , and the Poor . The fifth is a Glasier , Who when he creeps in ; To pinch all the Lurry , He thinks it no sin . Then hark well , &c. The sixt is a Foyl-cloy That not one Hick spares , And the seventh is a Budgg , To track up the staires ; The eight is a Bulk , That can Bulk any Hick , If the Master be napt , Then Bulk he is sick . The ninth is a Ginny To lift up a Grate ; The sees but the Lurry With his Hooks he will bate . Then hark well , &c. ●he tenth is a Shop-lift ●hat carries a Bob , ●hen he ranges the City The Shops for to Rob. The eleventh is a Bubber , Much used of late , He goes to the Alehouse , And steals there the plate . The twelfth a Trapan , If a Cull he doth meet , He naps all his Cole , And turns him i' th' street : Then hark well , &c. The thirteenth a Fambler , False Rings for to sell , When a Mob he has bit , His Cole he will tell . The fourteenth a Gamester , If he sees the Hick sweet , He presently drops down A Cog in the street . The fifteenth a Prancer , Whose courage is small , If they catch him Horse courssing He 's noozed for all . Then hark well , &c. The sixteenth a Sheep-napper , Whose trade 's so deep , If he 's caught in the Corn , He 's mark't for a Sheep . The seventeenth a Dun-aker , That will make vow's , To go in the Country , And steal all the Cows . The eighteenth a Kid-napper , Spirits young men , Though he tip them the piks , They nap him agen . Then hark well , &c. The nineteenth is a Prigger Of the Cacklers , Goes into the Country , To visit the Farmers , He steals their Poultry , And thinks it no sin , When into the Hen-roost I' th' night he gets in . The twentieth a Thief-catcher , So we him call , If he nap a poor Tradesman , He pays for all . Then hark well , &c. There 's many more craftsmen , Which I could name ; That do use such like trades , Yet think it no shame : These may a poor Convert , Confess to his grief , Are all the black Trades Of a Gentleman Thief ; Who though a good Workman , Is seldome made free , Till he rides on a Cart , To be noozed on a Tree . Then hark well , And mark well , See what doth befal , 'T was the end of these twenty Sworn Brethren all . Song 180. COme hither sweet Melancholly , Now t is time to be Jolly , Dame Fortune ▪ is poor , And Venus a whore , And Cupid is full of his folly I cannot but laugh to see men , Thus dote on foolsh women , Accursed are they , With such Puppets to play , And blessed is he that 's a free-man . For as once , I dearly lov'd a creature , For vertue more than feature ; But she is grown coy , That then was my Joy , And she is of a weather-cock nature . I lov'd her as a sister , A thousand times I kist her , Yet nevertheless I mist her . These words in her mouth were common , She 'd marry my self , or no man ; But away she flew , Like a Hawk from mew , So fickle a thing is woman . Chaste Life shall be my study , My Closet a Walk that 's woody ; And during my life , I 'le ne'r have a wife , She 'l make my brains grow muddy . My Muse shall be my Bedfellow , A Bundle of Books my pillow , And in stead of a Horn , My bed I 'le adorn , With a Garland made of Willow . I 'le never more trust a woman , That will prove constant to no man , She sets up her guiles , With flattering smiles , With a purpose to undo man. For they are always so fickle , And in their behavior brittle . Like grass that is old , And falls from the mould , They are sit to be trim'd with a sickle . False Fondling now I 'le leave thee , For thou wilt of my wits bereave me ; Although I am blind , I evermore find , Thou art constant to decieve me . Prime youth lasts not , age will follow , And make all white , thy Tresses yellow ; And when time shall date thy glory , Then too late thou wilt be sorry . Song 181. A King lives not a braver life , Than we merry pris'ners do , Though fools in freedom do conceive , That we are in want and wo. When we never take care For providing our fare , We have one that doth purvay For victual day by day . What pray then can a King have more , Than one that doth provide his store ? Kings have a Keeper , so have we , Although he be not a Lord , Yet shall strut and swell as big as he , And command all with a word ; All the Judges do appear Twice before us ev'ry year , Where each one of us doth stand With the Law in his own hand . Can Kings command then more than we , Who of all Laws Commanders be ? Each to the Hall walks in his chain , Where our Guard about us stand , And all the Country comes in amain , At holding up of a hand , Though our Chaplain cannot preach , Yet he 'l suddenly you teach To read of the hardest Psalm , Doth not he deserve the Palm ? Ye Courtiers all ye cannot show , Such Officers as these I trow . Song 182. IN Love , away , you do me wrong , I hope I have not liv'd so long Freed from the treach'ries of your eyes , Now to be caught and made your prize . No Lady , 't is not all your Art Can make me , and my freedom part . In love , with what ? with spanish Wine , Or the French Juice in carnadine , The Dimple or the other Grace , But not in Love with your fair Face . No there 's more sweetn●ss in pure wine , Than either looks or lips of thine . Your God you say can shoot so right , Hee l wound a heart in th' darkest night , Pray let him fling away his dart , And see if he can hit my heart : No Cupid , know if thou'lt be mine , Turn Ga●imed● , and fill some Wine . Then fill a cup of Perry And we will be merry , There 's nought but pure wine Makes us Love sick and pine , I le hug the cup and kiss it , And sigh if I miss it , 'T is that makes us Jolly , Sing hey trolly lolly . Song 183. A Maiden fair I dare not wed . For fear I wear Acteons head ; A Maiden black is ever proud , The little one is ever loud . A Maiden that is tall of growth , Is always subject unto sloth : The fair , the foul , the little , the tall , Some fault remains among them all . Song 184. NOw , by my love , the greatest Oath that is , There 's none that loves thee half so well as I , I do not neither ask your love for this ; For Heavens sake believe me , or I die , No faithful servant e're but did deserve His Master should believe that he did serve , And I ask no more wages though I starve . My love , fair Beauty , like thy self is pure , Nor could I e're a bestial love approve , One smile would make me willingly endure , I can't but keep together Life and Love. Being your pris'ner and your captiv'd slave , So do not feast nor banquet look to have , A little bread and water 's all I crave . Upon your sigh for pity I can live , One tear will keep me twenty years at least , And fifty more a gentle Look will give , A hundred years but one kinde Word will feast , A thousand more will surely added be , If you an inclination have for me , They comprehend a vast Eternity . Song 185. HAve you any work for the Sow-gelder , ho ? My Horn goes too high , too low , Have you any Pigs , Calves , or Colts ? Have you any Lambs in your holts , To cut for the stone ? Here comes a cunning one . Have you any Brauches to spade , Or e're a fair Maid , That would be a Nun ? Come kiss me 't is done . Hark how my merry Horn doth blow . Too high , too low , Too high , too low . Song 186. I Am a Rogue , and a stout one , A most couragious Drinker , I do excel , 'T is known full well , The Ratter , Tom , and Tinker . Still do I cry , Good your Worship , good Sir , Bestow one small denire Sir , And bravely then , At the Bouzing ken , I 'le spend it all in Beer Sir. If a Bung be got by the hie-way Then straight I do attend them ; For if Hue and Cry Do follow , I A wrong way soon do send them . Still do I cry , &c. Ten miles unto a Market , I run to meet a Miser , Then in a throng , I nip his Bung , And the party ne'r the wiser . Still do I cry , &c. My dainty Dells , my Doxies , When e're they see me lacking , Without delay , Poor wretches , they Will set their duds a packing . Still do I cry , &c. I pay for what I call for , And so perforce it must be . For yet I can Not know the man , Or Hostess that will trust me ▪ Still do I cry , &c. If any give me Lodging , A courteous knave they finde me , For in their bed , Alive or dead , Some lice I leave behind me . Still do I cry , &c. If Gentlefolk be coming , Then straight it is our fashion , Our leg to tie , Close to our thigh , To move them to compassion . Still do I cry , &c. My doublet sleeve hangs empty , And for to beg the bolder , For meat and drink , Mine arm I shrink Up close unto my shoulder . Still do I cry , &c. If a Coach I hear be rumbling , To my Crutches then I high me , For being lame , It is a shame , Such Gallants should deny me . Still do I cry , &c. With a seeming bursten belly , I look like one half dead Sir , Or else I beg , With a wooden leg , And a night Cap on my head Sir. Still do I cry , &c. In winter time stark naked , I come into some City , Then ev'ry man That spare them can , Will give me Cloaths for pity . Still do I cry , &c. If from out of the Low Countrey , I hear a Captains name Sir , Then straight I swear , I have been there , And so in sight came lam● Sir. Still do I cry , &c. My Dog in a string doth lead me , VVhen in the town I go Sir , For to be blinde , All men are kinde , And will their alms bestow Sir. Still do I cry , &c. With Switches sometimes stand I , In the bottom of a hill Sir , Where those men which Do want a Switch , Some money give me still Sir. Still do I cry , &c. Come buy , come buy a Horn-book , Who buys my Pins or Needles ? In Cities I Those things do cry , Oft times to scape the Beadles , Still do I cry , &c. In Pauls Church by a Pillar , Sometimes y 'ave seen me stand Sir , VVith a Writ that shows VVhat care and woes I past by Sea and Land Sir. Still do I cry , &c. Now blame me not for boasting , And bragging thus alone Sir , For my self I will Be praising still , For Neighbors I have none Sir. Which makes me cry Good your Worship , good Sir , Bestow one small Denire Sir , And bravely then , At the Bouzing Ken , I le spend it all in Beer Sir. Song 187. LEt 's have a Dance upon the heath , We gain more life by Duncons death , Sometimes like brinded Cats we shew , Having no Musick but our mew ; Sometimes we dance in some old Mill , Upon the Hopper , Stones , and Wheel , To some old Saw , or bardish Rhime , While still the Mill-clack does keep time . Sometimes about a hallow tree , A round , a round , a round dance we ; Thither the chirping Critick comes , And Beetles singing drowsie humms . Sometimes we dance o're Fens and Furs , To howl● of Wolves , and barks of Curs , And when with none of these we meet , We dance to the ecchoes of our feet . Song 188. MY Muse denies To Apollogize , For my Songs acceptation , I know 't will fit Your Appetite , Because 't is of the fashion . New fashions began With the world and man , In Adam's time and Eve's , They did begin , To cover sin , With a fashion of their leaves . After way try'd , The rough Buck's hide . A wear of commendation , Had not with the skin , The Horns crept in , And turn'd it to a fashion . Each Taylor is read In this fashion , his head Is capable on 't 'tis feard , When he 's not at leisure , His wife will take measure , Though 't be by his Neighbors Y●rd , The Clowns array , Is an innocent grey , Nor stian'd by the Dyers Art , Which doth invest , As pure a brest , And no less spotless heart . The Farmers Hose , His wearing shoos , For both are wondrous plain , His Honesty , Not Knavery , he Most purely dyes in Grain . The School-master in His trouzes hath been And bumbast Doublet long space , Hee 's a Menoptote , For he varies not At any time his case . His wife is pure , In her talk demure , Her Gown is of Reformation , And she verily Turns up her eye ; In a very zealous fushion . The shop-keepers walk , And oftentimes talk In Gowns , or of Purple , or blew , Since Venner and Farre , Wore such at the Bar , Some wisely have chang'd the Hu● . The Lawyer ( bee 't known To all men ) is prone , To the fashion of long Hose ; And fain he would Still have and hold Long Suits , for he lives by those . Now with the best , Your Pimp's in request , Thus your Gallant is supply'd , By his bones as well , As his cloaths you may smell , Hee 's rarely Frenchify'd ; His Mistriss Plum'd , Painted , Perfum'd , Is stillified all over , Her loose Array Doth every day , A looser body cover . The Scholar well trust , In his black Suit brusht , Is like to jet in his degree , Nor is it enough , Men point at Stuff , Hee 'l be pointed at the knee . Thus are we become As Apes of Rome , Of France , Spain , and all Nations , And not horses alone , But men are grown Diseased of the Fashions . Song 18● . WHen Orpheus sweetly did complain , Upon his Lute with heavy strain , How his Euridice was slain ; The trees to hear Obtain'd an ear , And after left it off again . At every stroke and sorry stay , The Boughs kept time , and nodd●ng lay , And listned , bending all one way ; The Aspen-tree As fast as he , Began to shake , and learn to play . If wood could speak , a tree might hear ; If wood could sound true grief so near , A tree might drop an Amber tear : If wood so well Could ring a Knell , The Cypress might condole the Beer . The standing Nobles of the Grove , Hearing dead wood to speak and move , The fatal Ax began to love ; They envy'd Death Which gave such breath , As men alive do Saints above . Song 190. CHloris forbear a while , Do not o're joy me , Urge not another smile , Lest it destroy me ; That Beauty passeth most , And is best taking , VVhich is soon won , soon lost , Kinde , yet forsaking : I love a coming Lady , faith I do , But now and then I 'd have her scornful too . O're-cloud those eyes of thine , Boo-peep thy features , Warm with an April slune , Scorch not thy creatures . Still to display thy ware , Still to be fooling , Argues how rude you are In Cupids Schooling . Disdain begets a smile , scorn draws us nigh , 'T is cause I would , and cannot , makes me try . Chloris I 'd have thee wise , VVhen Gallants view thee , Courting do thou despise , Fly those pursue thee ; Fast moves an appetite , Makes hunger greater , VVho 's stinted of d●light , Falls to 't the better . Be coy and kinde by times , be smooth and rough ; And buckle now and then , and that 's enough . Song 191. YOu say you love me , nay can swear it too , But stay Sir , 't will not do ; I know you keep your Oaths , Just as you wear your Cloaths , VVhile new and fresh in fashion : But once grown old , you lay them by , Forgot like words you speak in passion . I 'le not believe you , I. Song 192. YE Fiends and Furies , come along , Each bring a Crow and massie Prong ; Come bring your Sheckles , and draw near , To stir up an old Sea-coal , cak't , That in the hallow hell hath bak't Many a thousand , thousand year . In sulphurous Broth , Tyrius hath boil'd , Basted with Brimstone ; Tarqui● hath broil'd Long , long enough ; then make room , Like smoaky Flitches hang 'um by Upon their sooty Walls to dry ; A greater Ravisher will come , If you want fire , fetch it from Aetna pure ; Yet stay a while , and do not stir , For if his glowing eyes should chance On Proserpine to shoot a glance , He is so hot , he 'd ravish her . Song 193. GO happy heart , for thou shalt lie Intomb'd in her , for whom I die , Example of her cruelty . Tell her if she chance to chide Me for slowness , in her pride , That it was for her I dy'd . If a tear escape her eye , 'T is not for my Memory , But thy Rights of Obsequy . The Altar was my loving breast , My heart the sacrificed beast , And I was my self the Priest. Your body was the sacred shrine , Your cruel minde the Power Divine , Pleas'd with hearts of men , nor Kine . Song 194. AH Chloris ! that I now could ●it As unconcern'd , as when Your infant beauty cou'd beget No pleasure , nor no pain . When I the Dawn us'd to admire , And prais'd the coming Day ; I little thought the growing fire Would take my rest away . Your charms in harmless childhood lay , Like mettals in the Mine , Age from no Face took more away , Than youth conceal'd in thine . But as your Charms insensibly To their perfection prest , Fond Love as unperceiv'd did flie , And in my bosom rest . My passion with your Beauty grew , And Cupid at my heart , Stil as his Mother favor'd you , Threw a new flaming Dart. Each glory'd in their wanton part , To make a Lover , he Employ'd the utmost of his art , To make a Beauty she . Though now I slowly bend to love , Uncertain of my fate , If your fair self my chains approve , I shall my freedom hate . Lovers like dying men , may well At first disorder'd be , Since none alive can truly tell , What fortune they must see . Song 195. ALl joy unto that happy pair , Which this day united are , Though all the world suffer'd decrease , Yet may their love never grow less , But still recru●ted every day . With fresh delights may it encrease , And may it lasting be , As vast Eternity . May never fatal accident have force , To interrupt the pleasing course Of their united passions , till they grow So far above all here below ; They may themselves so happily deceive , As to believe , That though they 're here , Yet they in Heav'n do fill a sphear . Song 195. Dialogue Pastoral , Strephon and Phillis . Phil. STrephon , what envious cloud hath made All o're thy face this sullen shade ? Strephon. It is the Index of my grief , Phil. But say , admits it no relief , Thy now neglected flock doth stray , The Wolf securely takes his prey , And thy discarded Pipes lies by , Whilst thou under some Bench do's lie , Or Mirtle in the shady Grove , And sigh'st and pin'st like one in love . Str. Ah Phillis , thou hast touch'd me now , I can't my passion disavow , At that word Love , my heart do's rise , And with it strangely sympathize . Ph. But who did thus your heart surprize ? Str. It was the shepherdess , whose eyes Are brighter far than any ray , The Sun disclosed on May-day . Ph. Who was it ? Strephon tell me true , Str. Ah Dearest Phillis , it was you , Ph. Strive not false shepherd , to deceive A Nymph too easie to believe A passion , which she likes so well , Such falshood would deserve a Hell. Str. May th' Gods for whom fat Lambs I feed , That on their smoaking Altars bleed , All my devoutest pray●rs despise , And all my humble sacrifice ; Or what 's greater Curse may I , Find nought from thee but cruelty , If I do love my Phillis less , Than my own greatest happiness ; If truth doth not with swains reside , Where is she in the world beside ? Phil. I can't distrust so lov'd a truth , Deliver'd by so sweet a youth , Chorus of two . Le ts joyn our hands and hearts & we●l'out-vie The Gods themselves with our felicity . Chorus of four Let those that in deceitful Courts do dwell , Delay their joys , and tedious suits pursue , Voices . Our honest words their courtship far excel , 'Mongst unambitious shepherds love is true . Song 196. HAste sluggish morn , why dost thou stay , This is Venus Holiday ? Can nothing bribe thee , can no charms , Force thee from thy Tython's Arms ? Oh yonder comes the expected guest , Sol from his Chambers of the East , And do's me thinks dance as on Easter day , Th' intelligences on the sphears do play , The winged Songsters of the Groves , Do celebrate the union of these loves ; The Heavens do smile the Earth and all conspire , To make the joys of thy blest time entire . Come forth fair Bride , what wouldst thou be . Wedded to Virginity ? Haste to the Temple , do not stay , Kill not him with thy delay , Whose expectations calls each hour a day , Lo now breaks forth the beauteous dame , Like Lightnings sudden flame ; Her high in●●nuating power 's such , It melts the soul , but not the body touch ; The Bridegroom all do envy , each should be The principal in this solemnity , But now to Church they walk , And each mans talk , Is of the happy pair , And what will be Done when they united are , They prophecy . They 're busie tongues on that do clink , The Ladies will not speak but think , Now to the Temple they draw neer , Where jolly Hymen do's appear Without his Saffron Robe , that there might be No emblem of ensuing jealousie . The Priest begins , their hearts and hands he joyns , And their loves with the mystery refines ; The Bridegroom then Curses the slow pac'd Vicar , That in the Ceremony is no quicker . Now home they go to eat , to drink , to dance , And at the Bride to glance . The lusty Bridegroom's Spring-tide of his blood , Swells in a purple flood , Which puts him to such pains , In his distended veins , It longs to ebbe , and now the night has hurl'd . Her Sable Curtains over half the world , When we by whisprings discry , A Plot against Virginity . The Ladies steal the Bride away , Th' impatient Bridegroom brooks no stay , But slinks away and thither all do swarm , The Bridal Ceremony's to perform ; Then we withdraw , nor may the Candles stay , 'Cause they are emblems of th' unwish't for day . My Muse dare say no more , but leaves the th●am To ev'ry man and woman that nights dream . Song 198. WHen Celia I intend to flatter you , And tell you lies to make you true I swear There 's none so fair , There 's none so fair , And you believe it too . Oft have I matcht you with the Rose , and said , No twins so like hath Nature made ; But 't is Onely in this , Onely in this , You prick my hand and fade . Oft have I said there is no precious stone , But may be found in you alone , Though I , No stone espy , No stone espy , Unless your heart be one . When I praise your skin , I quote the wooll , The Silk-worms from their entrails pull , And shew , That new faln snow , That new faln snow , Is not more beautiful . Yet grow not proud by such Hyperboles , Were you as excellent as these While I , Before you lie , Before you lie , They might be had with ease . Song 199. A Maiden of late , Whose Name was Sweet Kate , Was dwelling in London , near to Aldersgate ; Now list to my Ditty , declare it I can , She would have a childe without help of a man. To a Doctor she came , A man of great fame , Whose deep skill in Physick report did proclaim , Quoth she , Master Doctor , shew me if you can , How I may conceive without help of a man. Then listen , quoth he , Since so it must be , This wondrous strong Med'cine I 'le shew presently : Take nine pound of Thunder , six legs of a Swan , And you shall conceive without help of a man. The wooll of a Frog , The juyce of a Log , Well parboil'd together in the Skin of a Hog , With the Egg of a Moon-calf , if get it you can , And you shall conceive without help of a man. The love of false Harlots , The faith of false Varlets , With the truth of Decoys that walk in their Scarlets , And the feathers of a Lobster well fry'd in a pan , And you shall conceive without help of a man. Nine drops of Rain , Brought hither from Spain , With the blast of a Bellows quite over the Main . With eight quarts of Brimstone , brew'd in a Beer-can , And you shall conceive without help of a man. Six pottles of Lard , Squeez'd from a Rock hard , VVith nine Turky Eggs , each as long as a yard , VVith a Pudding of Hail-stones well bak'd in a pan , And you shall conc●ive without help of a man. These Med'cines are good , And approved have stood , VVell temper'd together with a pottle of blood , Squeez'd from a Grashopper , and the nail of a Swan , To make Maids conceive without help of a man. Song 200. NO man loves fiery passion can approve , As yielding either pleasure or promotion ; I like a milde , and lukewarm zeal in Love , Although I do not like it in devotion . For it hath no coherence with my Creed , To think that Lovers mean as they pretend , If all that said they dy'd , had dy'd indeed , Sure long ere this the world had had an end . Some one perhaps in long Consumption dry'd , And after falling into love , might die : But I dare swear he never yet had dy'd , Had he been half so sound at heart as I. Another rather than incur the slander Of true A postate , will false Martyr prove ; I 'le neither Orpheus be , nor yet Leander , I 'le neither hang , nor drown my self for love . Yet I have been a Lover by report , And I have dy'd for love as others do , Prais'd be great Iove , I dy'd in such a sort , As I reviv'd within an hour or two . Thus have I liv'd , thus have I lov'd till now , And ne're had reason to repeat me yet , And whosoever otherwise will do , His courage is as little as wit. Song 201. WHat creatures on earth , Can boast freer mirth , Less envy'd and loved than we ? Though Learning grow poor , We scorn to implo●e A gift , but what 's noble and free . Our freedom of minde , Cannot be confin'd , With riches ware inwardly blest ; Nor death , nor the grave , Our worths can deprave , Nor malice our ashes molest : When such moles as you , Your own earth shall mue , And worms shall your Memory eat ; Our names being read , Shall strike Envy dead , And Ages our worth shall repeat . Song 201. WHen I see the young men play , Young methinks I am as they , And my aged thoughts laid by , To the Dance with joy I fly ; Come , a flowry Chaplet lend me , Youth and mirthful thoughts attend me , Age be gone , we 'l dance among Those that young are , and be young : Bring some wine boy , fill about , You shall see the old man's stout ; Who can laugh and tipple too , And be mad as well as you . Song 202. BRight Cynthia scorns , Alone to wear horns , To her Sexes grief and shame ; But swears in despight Of the worlds great light , That men shal wear the same . The man in the moon , To hear this in a swoun , And quite out of his wits fell , And with this affront , ( Quoth he ) a pox on 't , My forehead begins to swell . A way streight he wood , In his Lunatick mood , And from his Mistriss would run ; And swore in his heat , Though stew'd in his sweat , He had rather go dwell in the Sun. But he was appeas'd , To see other men pleas'd , And none that did murmur or mourn ; For without an affright , Each man with delight , Did take to himself the horn . The Lord he will go , In his Park to and fro , Pursuing the Deer that is barren ; But whilst he 's in 's Park , His Steward or Clark , May boldly go hunt in his warren . The Citizen Clown , In his foxfur'd Gown , And his Doublet fac'd with Ale , Talks slow , and drinks quicker , Till his wife like his liquor Leaves working and relisheth stale . Lo thus she behorns him , And afterwards scorns him , Though he come to be major of the rout ; And thinks it no sin , To be well occupv'd within , While her Husband i● busie without . The Puritan wi●l go , Ten miles to and fro , To hear a sanctify'd Brother ; But whilst his zeal burns , His wife she up turns The egg 's of her eyes to another . The Lawyer to succor 'um , With Parchment and Buckr'um , To London the next way will strike ; But whilst he opens his case , To his adversaries face , His wife to her friend doth the like . The Physitian will ride , To his Patient that dy'd Of no disease but that he did come ; But whilst abroad he doth kill , With Potion and Pill , His wife takes a glister at home . The Merchant o're-runs , The Sea with his Guns , His Marriners and their Mates , But whilst he doth please Himself on the broad Seas , Another may ride on his streights . The Soldier will go , Like a man to his foe , With brave resolution to fight , Whilst his wife with her friends , In her wanton arms spends Time , and makes him a beast by night . And though that he be , Well arm'd Cap a Pee , He must yield to a naked boy's scorn , And instead of bright Steel , And hard Iron , he●l Be content with a hard piece of Horn. Thus all men will love Their wives , though they prove Them false ev'n in their own sight , But yet they do well , For a Horn you can tell , Was always a friend to the night . Song 203. COme away bring on the Bride , And place her by her Lovers side ; You fair troop of maids attend her , Pure and holy thoughts befriend her . Blush and wish you Virgins all , Many such fair nights may fall . Chor. Hymen fill the house with joy , All thy sacred fires employ ; Blesse the bed with holy love , Now fair Orb of Beauty move . Song 204. AT dead low ebb of night , when none But great Charl's wain was driven on ; When mortals strict cessation keep , To recreate themselves with sleep , 'T was then a boy knockt at my gate , Who 's there , said I ▪ that calls so late ? Oh let me in he soon reply'd , I am a Child , and then he cry'd , I wander without light or guide , ●ost in this wet , blind , moonless night . In pitty then I rose , And straight unbar'd my door , and sprang a light , Behold it was a boy , a sweeter sight — Ne'r blest mine eye ; I view'd him round and saw strange things , A Bow , a Quiver , and two wings , I led him to the sire , and then I dry'd and chaf'd his hands with mine ; I gently press'd his tresses curles , VVhich new faln rain had hung with Pearls ; At last when warm , the younker said , Alas my Bow , I am afraid The string is wet , pray Sir , let 's try My Bow ; on that , do , do , said I , He bent and shot so quick and smart , As through my Liver reach'd my heart ; Then in a trice he took his flight , And laughing said , my bow is right : It is , oh 't is , for as he spoke , 'T was not his Bow , but my heart broke . Song 205. THe Beard thick or thin , On the lip or chin , Doth dwell so near the tongue , That her silence In the beards defence , May do her Neighbor wrong . Now a beard is a thing , That commands in a King , Be his Scepter ne'r so fair ? VVhere the beard bears the sway , The people obey , And are subject to a hair ▪ 'T is a Princely sight , And a grave delight , That adorns both young and old ; A well thatch't face , Is a comely grace , And a shelter from the cold . VVhen the piercing North , Comes blust●ing forth , Let a barren face beware ; For a trick it will find , VVith a razor of wind , To shave the face that 's bare . But there 's many a nice , And strange device , That doth the beard disgrace ; But he that is in , Such a foolish sin , Is a traytor to his face . Now of Beards there be , Such a company , And fashions such a throng , That it is very hard , To handle a beard , Though it be ne'r so long . The Roman T In its bravery , Doth first its self disclos● ▪ But so high it turns , That oft it burns , With the ●lam●s of a To●●d nose . The Stilletto beard , Oh it makes me afear'd It is so sharp beneath , For he that doth place , A dagger in 's his face , What wear's he in his sh●ath ? But methinks I do itch , To go through stitch , The needle beard to amend , Which without any wrong , I may call too long , For a man can see no end . The Souldiers beard , Doth march in shear'd , In figure like a spade ; With which he 'l make , His en'mies quake , And think their Graves are made . The grim stubble eke , On the Judges cheek , Shall not my Verse despise , It is more fit For a Nutmeg , but yet It grates poor Prisoners eyes . What doth invest , A Bishops brest . But a Milk-white spreading hair , Which an Emblem may be , Of integrity , Which doth inhabit there . I have also seen , On a womans chin , A hair or two to grow , But alas the face , Is too cold a place , Then look for a beard below , But Oh let us tarry , For the beard of King Harry , That grows about the chin , With his bushy pride , And a Grove on each side , And a Champion ground between . Last , the clown doth out rush With his beard like a brush , Which may be well endur'd , For though his face , Be in such case , His Land was well manur'd . Song 206. FAir Mistriss I would gladly know , What thing it is you cherish so , What instrument and from whence bred , Is that you call a Maiden-head ? Is it a spirit , or the treasure Lovers loose in height of pleasure ? If it be so , in vain you keep , That waking which you loose in sleep ; But since you know not , I will tell ye , It is a spring beneath your belly , Fruit that alone you cannot taste , And barren seed till it you waste ; Mettal that musts for want of using , A Gem most precious when 't is loosing . A sweet and pleasing sacrifice , Then chi●fly living when it dies . A wealth that makes the unthrift blest , An instrument that soundest best , ( A wonder to be heard or spoke ) When the string in two is broke . Then let us offer love his due , My Maiden-head I 'le give to you , And in exchange receive another , What would you more , there 's one for th' other . Song 207. A Dialogue between Orpheus and Charon . Orph. CHaron , O Charon , Thou wafter of the souls to bliss or ban● . Cha. Who calls the Ferry-man of Hell ? Orp. Come near , And say who lives in joy , and whom in fear . Cha. Those that die well , eternal joyes shall follow . Those that die ill , their own soul fate shall swallow . Orph. Shall thy black barque those guilty spirits stow , That kill themselves for love ? Char. O No , O no. My cordage cracks when such great sins are near , No wind blows fair , nor I my self can stear . Orph. What Lovers pass , and in Elizium raign ? Cha. Those gentle loves that are belov'd again , Orph. This Soldier loves , and fain would die to win , Shall he go on ? Char. No , 't is too foul a sin . He must not come aboard : I dare not row , Storms of despair , and guilty blood will blow . Orph. Shall time release him , say ? Char. No , no , no , no , Nor time , nor death can alter us , nor prayer ; My boat is destiny , and who then dare But those appointed come aboard ; live still , And love by reason mortal , not by will. Orph. And when thy Mistriss shall close up thine eyes Char. Then come aboard and pass , Chorus Orph. Till then be wise , Char. Till then be wise . Song 208. LOok out bright eyes , and bless the air , Even in shadows you are fair . Shut up Beautie is like fire , That breaks out cleerer still and higher . Though your body be confin'd , And sought love a Prisoner bound ; Yet the Beauty of your minde , Neither check , nor chain hath found : Look out nobly then , and dare , Even the fetters that you wear . Song 209. SUre 't was a dream , how long fond man have I , Been fool'd into Captivity ; My Newgate was my want of wit , I did my self commit , My bonds I knit . I mine own Goaler was the only foe , That did my freedom d●savow ; I was a Prisoner , cause I would be so . But now I will shake off my chains and prove , Opinion built the Goals of Love ; Made all his bonds , gave him his bow , His bloody arrows too , That murther so . Nay , those dire deaths which idle Lovers dream , Were all contriv'd to make a theam , For some carowzing Poets drunken flame . T was a fine life I liv'd , when I did dress My self to court your peevishness ; When I did at your footstool lie , Expecting from your eye , To live or die . Now smiles , or frowns , I care not which I have , Nay rather than I 'le be your slave , I 'le court the Plagues to send me to my grave . Farewel those charms that did so long bewitch . Farewel that wanton youthful itch ; Farewel that treacherous blinking boy , That proffers seeming joy , So to destroy , To all those night embraces which as you , Know very well were not a few ; For ever , ever more , I bid adieu . Now I can stand the sallies of your eyes , In vain are all those batteries , Nor can that love dissembling stile , Nor can that crafty smile , Longer beguile . Nor those hard traps which each hour you renew , To all those witchcrafts and to you , For ever , ever more , I bid adieu . Song 120. HOld , hold , thy nose to the Pot , Tom , Tom. And hold thy nose to the Pot , Tom , Tom , T is thy pot , and my pot , And my pot , and thy pot , Sing hold thy nose to the pot , Tom , Tom. 'T is Mault that will cure thy Maw , Tom. And will heal thy distempers in Autumn ; ●elix qui facient , I prithee be patient , Aliena pericula cantum . Then hold thy Nose ●o the pot , Tom , Tom , Hold , hold thy Nose to the pot , Tom , Tom , Neither Parson nor Vicar , But will toss off his Liquor Sing hold thy Nose to the pot , Tom , Tom. Song 211. NOw I confess I am in love , Though I did think I never could , But 't is with one dropt from above , Whose nature 's made of finest mould ; So fair , so good , so all divine , I 'd quit the world to make her mine . Have you not seen the Stars retreat , When Sol salutes our Hemisphere ? So shrink the Beauties called great , When sweet Rosela doth appear ; Were she as other women are , I should not love , nor yet despair . But I could never bear a minde Willing to stoop to common faces ; Nor confidence enough can finde To aim at one so full of graces ; Fortune and Nature did agree , No woman should be wed by me . Song 212. WIth an old motly Coat , and a Mumsie Nose , And an old Jerkin that 's out at the elbows , And an old pair of boots drawn on without hose , Stufft with rags in stead of Toes . And an old souldier of the Queens , And the Queens old souldier . With an old rusty Sword that 's hackt with blows , And an old Dagger to scare away the Crows , And an old Horse that reels as he goes , And an old Saddle that no man knows , And an old souldier of the Queens , And the Queens old souldier . With his old wounds in Eighty eight , Which he recover'd at Tilbury Fight , With an old Pasport that never was read , That in his old travels stood him in great stead ; And an old souldier of the Queens , And the Queens old souldier . With his old Gun , and his Bandaliers , With an old Head-piece to keep warm his ears , With an old Shirt is gone to wrack , With a great Louse and a list on his back , Is able to carry a Pedlar and his pack . And an old souldier of the Queens , And the Queens old souldier . With an old Quean to lie by his side , That in old time had been pockisi'd : He 's now rid to Bohemia to fight with his foes , And he swears by his valour he 'l have better cloaths , Or else he 'l loose Legs , Arms , Fingers , and Toes , And he 'l come again , when no man knows , Like an old souldier of the Queens , And the Queens old souldier . Song 21● . WIth an old Song made by an old ancient pate , Of an old worshipful Gentleman who had a great estate Who kept an old house at a bountiful rate And an old Porter to relieve the poor at his gate , Like an old Courtier of the Queens , &c. With an old Lady whose anger 't is good words asswages Who every quarter pays her old servants their wages Who never kn●w what belongs to Coach-men , Foot-men , and Pages . But kept twenty old fellows with blew coats & badges , Like an old Courtier , &c. VVith an old Study fill'd full of learned Books , VVith an old reverend Parson ; you may judge him by his looks , VVith an old Buttery Hatch worn quite off the old Hooks , And an old Kitchin , which maintains half a dozen old Cooks , Like an old , &c. VVith an old Hall hung round about with Guns , Pikes , and Bowes , With old Swords and Bucklers , which have born many shrewd blows , And an old Frysado coat to cover his Worships Trunk-Hose , And a Cup of old Sherry to comfort his Copper Nose , Like an old , &c. VVith an old fashion when Christmas is come , To call in his neighbors with Bag-pipe and Drum , And good cheer enough to furnish every old Room , And old Liquor able to make a Cat speak , and a wise man dumb , Like an old , &c. VVith an old Hunts-man , a Faulconer , and a Kennel of Hounds , VVhich never hunted nor hawk'd , but in his own Grounds , VVho like an old wise man , kept himself within his own bounds , And wh●n he died gave every childe a thousand old pounds , Like an old , &c. But to his eld●st Son his House and Lands he assign●d , Charging him in his Will , to keep the old bountiful minde , To love his good old servants , and to neighbours be kinde : But in the ensuing Ditty , you shall hear how he was enclin'd , Like a young ●ourtier of the Kings , &c. Like a young Gallant newly come to his Land , That keeps a brace of whores at his own command , And takes up a thousand pounds upon 's own Land , And ●eth drunk in a new Tavern till he can neither go nor stand , Like a young , &c. VVith a neat Lady that is frisk and fair , VVho never knew what belong'd to good House-keeping , or care , But buys several Fans to play with the wanton Air , And seventeen or eighteen dressings of other mens hair , Like a young , &c. VVith a new Hall built where the old one stood , VVherein is burned neither Coal , nor VVood , And a new Shuffle-board Table , smooth and red as blood , Hung round with Pictures , which doth the poor little good , Like a young , &c. VVith a new Study stuff'd full of Pamphlets and Plays , VVith a new Chaplain that swears faster than he prays , VVith a new Buttery Hatch that opens once in four or five days , VVith a new French Cook to make Kickshaws and Toys , Like a young , &c. VVith a new fashion when Christmas was come , VVith a new Journey up to London we must be gone , And leave no body at home , but our new Porter Iohn , VVho relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a stone . Like a young , &c. VVith a Gentleman-Usher , whose Carriage is compleat , VVith a Foot-man , a Coachman , a Page to carry meat , VVith a Waiting-Gentlewoman , whose Dressing is very neat , VVho when the Master has dyn'd , le ts the Servants not eat . Like a young , &c. VVith a new Honor bought with his Fathers old gold , That many of his Fathers old Manors hath sold , And this is the occasion that most men do hold , That good House-keeping is now adays grown so cold Like a young Courtier of the Kings , Oh the Kings young Courtier . Song 214. WIth a new Beard but lately trim'd , With a new Love-lock neatly kemb'd , With a new Favour snatcht or nimb'd , With a new Doublet French like limb'd , With a new Gate as if he swim'd , And a new souldier of the Kings , Oh the Kings new souldier . With a new Feather in his Cap , With new white Boots without a strap , And newly paid for , by great hap ; With a new Quean upon his lap , And a new Brat that ne'r eat pap , And a new , &c. With a new Hat without a Band , With a new Office without Land , With all his fingers on his hand , With a new face at Plymouth tan'd , And a new horse already pawn'd , And a new , &c. With a new Cassock lin'd with Cotten , With Cardecues to call his Pot in , With a new Gun that ne'r was shot in , Under a new Captain very hot in A new Command , and hardly gotten . And a new , &c. With a new Head-piece shot , ne'r hit , With a new Head of greenish wit , With new Shirts without louse or nit , With a new Band , not torn as yet , With a new Spear , and very fit , For a new , &c. With a new Jacket made of Buff , With new Sleeves of Spanish stuff , With a new Belt of Leather enough ; With new Tobacco-pipes to puff , And a new Brawl to take in snuff , Like a new , &c. He 's newly come to sixteen years , And gone abroad with his Mothers tears , With his Monmouth Cap about his ears , VVith new Bravadoes void of fears , And a new Oath by which he swears To be a new , &c. VVith a new Nose that ne'r met foe , With a new Sword that ne'r struck blow , With a new red Breech to make a show , VVith a new Copper Lace or two , And new Points on his wings also , To a new Countrey he will go , To drink old Sack , and do no moe , Like a new souldier of the Kings , Oh , the Kings new souldier . Catch , Or Song 215. THe Hunt is up , the Hunt is up , And now it is almost day , And he that 's a bed with another mans wife , It 's time to get him away . Mock-Song 216. OH Love ! whose power and might , No creature e're withstood , Thou forcest me to write , Come turn about Robin Hood . Sole Mistriss of my heart , Let me thus far presume , To crave in this request , A black patch for the Rhume , Grant pity , or I die , Love so my heart bewitches , VVith grief I howl and cry ; Oh how my Elbow itches . Tears overflow my sight ▪ With floods of dayly weeping , That in the silent night , I cannot rest for sleeping . What i st I would not do To purchase one sweet smile ? Bid me to China go , 'Faith I 'le sit still the while . Oh women you will never , But think men still will flatter ; I vow I love you ever , But yet it is no matter . Cupid is blinde , they say , But yet methinks he seeth ; He struck my heart to day , A Turd in Cupid's Teeth . Her Tresses that were wrought , Much like the golden snare , My loving heart hath caught , As Moss did catch his Mare . But since that all relief , And comforts do forsake me , I 'le kill my self with grief , Nay then , the devil take me . And since her greatful merits My loving look must lack , I 'le stop my vital spirits With Claret and with Sack. Mark well my woful hap , Iove , rector of the Thunder , Send down thy Thunder-clap , And rend her Smock in sunder . Mock-Song , in Answer . YOur Letter I receiv'd , Bedeckt with flourishing quarters Because you are deceiv'd , Go hang you in your Garters . My beauty , which is none , Yet such as you protest ; Doth make you sigh and groan ; Fie , fie , you do but jest . I cannot chuse but pitty Your restless mournful tears , Because your plaints are witty , You may go shake your ●ars . To purchase your delight , No labor you shall leese , Your pains I will requite ; Maid , give him some bread and cheese . 'T is you I fain would see , 'T is you I daily think on ; My looks as kinde shall be , As the Devils over Lincoln . If ever I do tame , Great Iove of Lightnings flashes , I 'le send my fiery flame , And burn thee into ashes . I can by no means miss thee , But needs must have thee one day ; I prithee come and kiss me , Whereon I sate on Sunday . Song 217. IF she be fair , I fear the rest , If she be sweet , I 'le hope the best , If she be fair , they say she 'l do , If she be foul , she 'l do so too ; If she be fair , she 'l breed suspect , If she be foul , she 'l breed neglect . If she be born o' th' better sort , Then she doth savor of the Court ; If she be of the City born , She 'l give the City Arms , the Horn , If she be born of Parents base , I scorn her Vertues for her place ; If she be fair and witty too , I fear the harm h●r wit may do . If she be fair and wanteth wit , I love no beauty without it . In brief , be what she will , I 'm one That can love all , but will wed none . Song 21● . THere 's none but the glad man , Compar'd to the mad man , Whose heart is still empty of care ; His fits and his fancies Are above all mischances , And mirth is his ordinary fair : Then be thou mad , and he made , mad all let us be , There 's no men leads lives more merry than we . Song 219. GAze not on thy Beauties pride , Tender Maid in the false tide That from Lovers eyes do slide . Let thy faithful Christal show How thy colours come and go , Beauty takes a foil from wo. Love that in those smooth streams lies , Under Pity 's fair disguise , Will thy melting heart surprize . Nets of Passions finest thread , ( Snaring Poems ) will be spread , All to catch thy Maiden-head . Then beware , for those that cure Loves disease , themselves endure For reward , a Calenture . Rather let the Lover pine , Than his pale cheek should assign A perpetual blush to thine . Song 220. A Beggar got a Bayliff , A Bayliff got a Yeoman , A Yeoman got a Prentice , A Prentice got a Free-man , A Free-man got a Master , And he begot a Tease , And soon became a Gentleman , Then a Justice of Peace ; This Justice got a Daughter , And she is come to light , She stept into the Court , And there she got a Knight . A Knight got a Lord , A Lord an Earl begot , An Earl got a Duke , This Duke he was a Scot : This Duke a Prince begot , A Prince of Royal hope , He begot an Emperor , The Emperor a Pope . The Pope got a Bastard , He was a Noble Spark , He lay with a Nun , And so begot a Clark. A Clark got a Sexton , A Sexton got a Vicar , A Vicar got a Parson , And all of them got liquor , Till they were all made Prebends , And so they got a Dean , A Dean got a Bishop , A Bishop got a Quean . Song 221. I 'Le Sing you a Sonnet that ne'r was in Print , 'T is truly and newly come out of the Mint , I 'le tell you before-hand , you●l find nothing in 't . On nothing I think , and on nothing I write , 'T is nothing I court , yet nothing I slight , Nor care I a pin , if I get nothing by 't . Fire , Air , Earth , and Water , B●asts , Birds , Fish , and Men , Did start out of nothing , a Chaos , a Den ; And all things shall turn into nothing ag●n . 'T is nothing sometimes makes many things hit , As when fools among wise men do silently sit , A fool that says nothing , may pass for a wit. What one man loves is another mans loathing , This blade loves a quick thing , that loves a slow thing , And both do in the conclusi'on love nothing . Your Lad that makes love to a del●cat● smooth thing And thinking with sighs to gain her and soothing , Frequently makes much ado about nothing . At last when his Pat'ence and Purse is decay'd , He may to the bed of a Whore be betray'd ; But she that hath nothing , must need be a maid . Your flashing , and clashing , and slashing of wit , Doth start out of nothing , but fancy and fit ; 'T is little or nothing to what hath been writ . When first by the ●ars we together did fall , Then something got nothing , and nothing got all ; From nothing it came , and to nothing it shall . That party that seal'd to a Cov'nant in haste , Who made our 3 Kingdoms , and Churches lie waste ; Their project , and all came to nothing at last . They raised an Army of Horse , and of Foot , To tumble down Monarchy , Branches and Root ; They thunder'd , and plunder'd , but nothing would do 't . The Organ , the Altar , and Ministers cloathing , In Presbyter Iack begot such a loathing , That he must needs raise a petty New - nothing , And when he had reb'd us in sanct'fi'd cloathing , Perjur'd the people by faithing and trothing . At last he was catch't , and all came to nothing . In several Fact●ons we quarrel and brawl , Dispute , and contend , and to fighting we fall ; I 'le lay all to nothing , that nothing wins all . When War , and Rebellion , and Plundering grows , The Mendicant man is the freest from foes , For he is most happy hath nothing to lose . Brave Caesar , and Pompey , and Great Al'xander , Whom Armies follow'd as Goose follows Gander , Nothing can say t' an action of slander . The wisest great Prince , were he never so stout , Though conquer the world , and give mankind a Rout , Did bring nothing in , nor shall bear nothing out . Old Noll that arose 〈◊〉 High-thing , 〈◊〉 Low-thing , By brewing Rebellion , Nicking , and Frothing , In sev'n years distance was All-things , and nothing . Dick ( Olivers Heir ) that pitiful slow-thing , Who once was invested with Purple-clothing , Stands for a Cypher , and that stands for nothing . If King-killers bold are excluded from bliss , Old Bradshaw ( that feels the reward on 't by this ) Had better been nothing , than what now he is . Blind Collonel Hewson , that lately did crawl To lofty degree , from a low Coblers stall , Did bring Aul to nothing , when Aul came to all . Your Gallant that Rants it in Dell'cate clothing , Though lately he was but a pit'ful low-thing , Pays Landlord , Draper , and Taylor with nothing . The nimble-tongu'd Lawyer that pleads for his pay , When death doth Arrest him and bear him away , At the Gen'ral Bar will have nothing to say . Whores that in silk were by Gallants embrac't , By a rabble of Prentices lately were chac't , Thus Courting , and sporting , comes to nothing at last . If any man tax me with weakness of wit , And say that on nothing , I nothing have writ , I shall answer , Ex nihilo , nihil fit . Yet let his discret'on be never so tall , This very word nothing shall give it a fall , For writing of nothing I comprehend all . Let every man give the Poet his due , 'Cause then it was with him , as now it s with you ; He study'd it when he had nothing to do . This very word nothing , if took the right way , May prove advantag'ous , for what would you say , If the Vintner should cry , there 's nothing to pay . Song 222. BY Heaven I 'le tell her boldly that 't is she , Why ●●●uld she asham'd or angry be , That she 's belov'd by me ? The Gods may give their Altars o're ; They 'l smoak but seldom any more , If none but happy men must them adore . The lightning which tall Oaks oppose in vain , To strike sometimes does not disdain , The humbler Furzes of the plain . She being so high , and I so low , Her power by this doth greater show , Who at such distance gives so sure a blow . Compar'd with her all things so worthless prove , That nought on earth can towards her move , Till 't be exalted by her love . Equal to her , alas , there 's none ; She like a Deity is grown , That must create , or else must be alone . If there be man who thinks himself so high , As to pretend equality , He deserves her less than I. For he would cheat for his relief , And one would give with lesser grief , To an undeserving beggar than a thief . Song 223. WHen I drein my Goblets deep , All my cares are rockt asleep , Rich as Craesus , Lord o' th' earth , Chanting Odes of wit and mirth , And with Ivy Garlands crown'd , I can kick the Globe round , round . Let others fight while I drink , Boy , my Goblet fill to th' brink ; Come fill it high , fill it high , That I may but drink and die . For when I lay down my head , 'T is better to be drunk , 'T is better to be drunk , Dead drunk , than dead . Song 224. Be not thou so foolish nice , As to be invited twice ; VVhat should women more incite , Than their own sweet appetite ? Shall salvage things more freedom have , Than Nature unto woman gave ? The Swan , the Turtle , and the Sparrow , Bill and Kiss , then take the Marrow ; They Bill and Kiss , what then they do , Come Bill and Kiss , and I 'le shew you . Song 225. PHillis on the new made hay , Phillis on the new made hay , In a wanton posture lay , Thinking no shepherd nigh her , But Amintas came that way , And threw himself down by her . Hotly he pursu'd the game , Hotly he pursu●d the game , She cry'd pish ▪ and fie for shame ; I vow you shall not do it ; But the youth soon overcame , And eagerly fell to it . When alas to vex her more , When alas to vex her more , He e'r she began gave o're ; For such was the adventure , He made his complement at door . And could not stay to enter . In great rage she flung away , In great rage she flung away , He asham'd , and breathless lay ; But though he had displeas'd her , He rally●d , and renew'd the fray , And manfully appeas'd her , Song 226. COme Iack , let 's drink a Pot of Ale , And I shall tell thee such a tale Will make thine ears to ring : My Coyn is spent , my time is lost , And I this onely fruit can boast , That once I saw my King. But this doth most afflict my minde , I went to Court in hope to finde , , Some of my friends in place : And walking there I had a sight Of all the Crew , but by this light , I hardly knew one face . S'life of so many noble Sparks , Who on their bodies bear the marks Of their integrity , And suffer'd ruine of Estate , It was my base unhappy fate , That I not one could see . Not one upon my life , among My old acquaintance all along , At Truro and before : And I suppose the place can show , As few of those whom thou didst know , At York or Marston Moor. But truly there are swarms of those Whose chins are beardless , yet their Nose And backsides still wear Muffs : Whilst the old rusty Cavalier Retires , or dares not once appear , For want of Coin and Cuffs . When none of those I could discry , Who better far deserv'd then I , I calmly did reflect : Old servants they by rule of state , Like Almanacks grow out of date , What then can I expect ? Troth in contempt of fortunes frown , I 'le get me fairly out of town , And in a Cloyster pray : That since the Stars are yet unkinde To Royalists , the King may finde More faith●ul friends than thay , Song 227. I Marvel Dick that having been So long abroad , and having seen The world as thou hast done : Thou shouldst acquaint me with a tale , As old as Nectar , and as stale , As that of Priest and Nun. Are we to learn what is a Court ? A Pageant made for fortunes sport , Where merits scarce appear : For bashful merits only dwels In Camps , in Villages , and Cells , Alas it comes not there . Desert is nice in its address , And merit oft times doth oppose Beyond what guilt would do ; But they are sure of their demands , That come to Court with Golden hands , And brazen faces too . The King indeed doth still profess , To give his party soon redress , And cherish honesty ; But his good wishes prove in vain , Whose service with the servants gain , Not always doth agree . Ah Princes be they ne'r so wise , Are fain to see with others eyes , But seldom hear at all , And Courtiers finde their interest , In time to feather well their Nest , Providing for their fall . Our comfort doth on him depend , Things when they are at worst will mend . And let us but reflect On our condition 'tother day , When none but Tyrants bore the sway , What did we then expect ? Mean while a calm retreat is best , But discontent if not supprest , May breed Disloyalty : This is the constant Note I 'le sing , I have been faithful to my King , And so shall live and die . Song 228. 'T Was then we had a thriving Trade , When Lackies brought our work unto us ; The Ladie with her Am'rous blade Then did Complement and woo us , But now the world 's turn'd upside down , The Righteous too are monstrous wicked . The Vest , the Tunick , and the Gown , Hang all upon the feeble Ticket , And when a Dun is sent , like Lords They swear and swagger at their Taylor , But nor their Swords , Nor Damme words , Shall Hector , Constable , or Goaler . Song 229. PHillis I pray , Why did you say , That I did not adore you ? I durst not sue , As other's do , Nor talk of love before you . Should I make known My flame , you 'd frown , No tears could e're appease you , 'T is better I , Should silent die , Than talking to displease you . Song 230. COme Chloris hie we to the Bower , To sport us e're the day be done . Such is thy power , That every slower Will ope to thee as to the Sun. And if a slower , but chance to die , With my sighs blast , or mine eyes rain ; Thou canst revive it with thine eye , And with thy breath make sweet again . The wanton Suckling and the Vine , Will strive for th' honour , who first may With their green Arms incircle thine , To keep the burning Sun away . Song 131. THough I am young , and cannot tell Either what Love or Death is well ; And then again I have been told , Love wounds with heat , and Death with cold . Yet I have hear'd they doth bear Darts , And both do aim at humane hearts ; So that I fear they do but bring Extreams to touch , and mean one thing . Song 132. UPon the Change where Merchants meet , 'Twixt Cornhil and Threadneedle-street , Where Wits of ev'ry size are hurl'd , To treat of all things in the world , I saw a folded Paper fall , And upon it , these words were writ , Have at all . Thought I , if have at all it be , For ought I know 't is have at me ; And ( if the consequence be true ) It may as well be have at you : Then listen pray to what I shall In bri●f declare , what 's written there , Have at all . I am a Courtier who in sport , Do come from the Vtopian Court , To whisper softly in your ear , How high we are , and what we were ; To tell you all would be too much , But here and there a little touch . Have at all . I was not many years ago , In tatter'd trim from top to toe , But now my ruin'd robes are burn'd , My rags are all to Ribons turn'd : My patches into Pieces fall , I cogg a Dy , swagger and lie , Have at all . Upon my Pantalonian Pate , I wear a Milleners estate : But when he duns me at the Court , I shew him a Protection for 't ; Whilst he doth to protesting fall , And then I cry , Dam-me , you lie ▪ Have at all . Since Venus shav'd off all my hair , A powder'd Perriwig I wear , Which brings me in the Golden Girls , Wh●ch I procure for Lords and Earls ; When Love doth for a Cooler call , My fancy drives at maids and wives , Have at all . My Lodgings never are in quiet , Another duns me for my Diet , I had of him in fifty three ; Which I forget , so doth not he ; I call him sawcy fellow , Sirrah , And draw my Sword to run him thorough , Have at all . Yet once a Friend that sav'd my life , Who had a witty wanton wife , I did in courtesie requite , Made him a Cuckold , and a Knight ; Which makes him mount like Tennis-ball , Whilst she and I , together cry , Have at all . But yet these Citts are subtle slaves , Most of them Wits , and knowing Knav●● ; We get their Children , and they do From us get Lands , and Lordships too : And 't is most fit in these affairs , The Land should go to the right Heirs , Have at all . A Souldier I directly hate ; A Cavalier once broke my pate ; With cane in hand he overcome me , And took away my Mistriss from me ; For I confess I love a wench , Though English , Irish , Dutch , or French , Have at all . A Souldiers life is not like mine ; I will be plump , when he shall pine : My projects carry stronger force , Than all his Armed Foot and Horse ; What though his Morter-pieces roar , My Chimney-pieces shall do more , Have at all . Thus have I given you in short , A Courtier of Utopia Court , I write not of Religion , For ( to tell truly ) we have none , If any me to question call , With Pen , or Sword , Hab Nab's the word , Have at all . Song 233. POor Ienny and I we toiled , A long long Summers day , Till we were almost spoyled , With making of the Hay . Her Kerchief was of holland clear Bound low upon her brow , I se whisper'd something in h●r ear , ●ut what 's that to you ? Her St●ckings were of Kersey green , Well sticht with yellow silk , ●h ! sike a leg was never seen , Her skin as white as Milk. Her hair was black as any Crow , And sweet her mouth was too , Oh! Ienny daintily could mow , But what 's that to you ? Her Petty-coats were not so low , As Ladies now do wear 'em ; She needed not a Page I trow , For I was by to bear 'em ; I'z took 'em up all in my hand , And I think her Linnen too , Which made a friend of mine to stand , But what 's that to you ? King Solomon had wives enough , And Concubines a Number ; Yet I'z possess more happiness , And he had more of Cumber ; My joy surmounts a Wedded life , With fear she lets me mow , A Wench is better than a wife , But what 's that to you ? The Lilly and the Rose combine To make my Ienny fair , There 's no contentment sike as mine , I 'm almost void of care . But yet I fear my Ienny's face , VVill cause more men to woo , Which I shall take for a disgrace , But what 's that to you ? Song 234 AH ! Celia , leave that cruel Art Of killing with those conqu'ring eyes , Your triumph o're a tender heart , Makes a sad Victim of your prize . Such Souldiers little Honor gain , As trample o're a Captive slave ; That use of Victory is vain , Pursues the Foe unto his Grave . But prisoner-like as when repriev'd , Sad sighs I will no more approve , Nor think 't is happy to be griev'd , Nor sacrifice my self to Love. Though 't is most true , your Beauty last . As pow'rful as it was before , But having felt its fatal blasts , I 'm warn'd to give devotion o're . If now at last you will be kinde , And just , as I have been to you , I then may once more change my minde , And be for ever , ever true . But if you will be cruel still , And constant zeal can nothing move , Then be you wedded to your will , And I 'le divorce my self from love . Song 135. COok Laurel would have the Devil his Guest , And bad him home to Peak to Dinner , Where Fiend had never such a Feast , Prepared at the charge of a Sinner . With a Hey Down , Down a Down , Down . His stomach was queasie , he came thither Coacht , The joggings had caused his Cruets to rise , To help which , he call'd for a Puritan poacht , That used to turn up the white of his eyes . With a H●y , &c. And so he recovered unto his wish , 〈◊〉 s●t him down , and began to eat : A Promooter in Plumb-broth was the first Dish , His own Privy-Kitchin had no such meat . With a H●y , &c. Yet though with this he much was taken , Upon a sudden he shifted his Trencher , As soon as he spyed the Bawd and Bacon , By which you may know the Devil 's a wencher . With a Hey , &c. Six pickled Taylors sliced and cut , With Sempsters and Tyre-women fit for his pallet , With Feather-men and Perfumers , put Some twelve in a Charger , to make a Grand-sallet . With a Hey , &c. A rich fat Usurer stew'd in his marrow , With him a Lawyers Head and Green-sawee , All which his belly took in like a Barrel , As though till then he had never seen Sawee . With a Hey , &c. Then Carbonado'd and Cookt with pains , Was brought up a Serjeants cloven Face , The Sawce was made of a Yeomans brains , That had been beaten out with his Mace. With a Hey , &c. Two roasted Sheriffs came hot to the Board , The Feast had nothing been without them , Both living and dead were foxed and furr'd , And their Chains like Saucages hung about them . With a Hey , &c. The next Dish was the Mayor of the Town , With a Pudding of Maintenance put in his belly , Like a Goose in her feathers , in his Gown , With a couple of Hinch-boys boyl'd to a Jelly . With a Hey , &c. Next came the over-worn Justice of Peace , With Clerks like Gizzards stuck under each arm ▪ And Warrants like Sippets , lay in his own grease , Set over a Chafing-dish to be kept warm . With a Hey , &c. A London Cuckold came hot from the Spit , And when the Carver open had broke him , The Devil chopt his head up at a bit , But his horns had almost like to choak him . With a Hey , &c. A fair large Pasty of a Midwife hot , And for cold Bak'd meat in this story , A reverend painted Lady was brought , Long coffu●d in Crust till now she●s grown hoary . With a Hey , &c. The loyns of a Leacher then was roasted , With a plump Harlots Head and Garlick ; With a Panders Petti-toes that had boasted Himself for a Captain , that never was warlick . With a Hey , &c. Then boiled and stuck upon a Prick , The Gizzard was brought of a holy Sister , That bit made the Devil almost so sick , That the Doctor did think he 'd need of a Glister . With a Hey , &c. The Jowl of a Jaylor serv'd for a Fish , A Constable sowced piss'd Vineger by ; Two Alderm●n Lobsters laid in a dish , A Deputy Tart , and a Church-warden Pye. With a Hey , &c. All which he devoured , then for a close , He did for a Draught of Derby call , He heaved the Vess●l up to his Nose , ●nd never left till he had drunk up all . With a Hey , &c. Then from the Table he gave a start , Where banquet and wine was not to seek , ●ll which he blew away with a Fart , From whence it●s call'd , Th Devils Arse in the Peak . With a Hey Down , Down a Down , Down . Song 236. THirsis , Thirsis , I wish as well as you , To Honor , to Honor , there were nothing due , Then would I pay my debt of love , In that same Coin , In the same Coin which you approve ; And now you must in friendship take , 'T is all the payment I can make , Friendship so high , that I may say , 'T is rather love , 'T is rather love with some allay ; Then rest contented , since that I As well my self , as you deny , And learn of me bravely to bear The loss of what I hold so dear ; And that which Honor does in me , Let my example , My example work in thee . Song 237. OH ! the little house that lies under the hill , Oh! the little house that lies under the hill , There 's Ale , and Tobacco , and Wenches at will , Oh! the little house that lies under the hill . Song 238. ON a hill there grows a Flow'r , Fair befal the gentle Sweet , By that Flow'r there is a Bow'r , Where the heav'nly Muses meet . In that Bow'r there is a Chair Fringed all about with Gold , Where doth sit the fairest Fair , Mortal ever did behold . It is Phillis fair and bright , She that is the Shepherds Joy , She that Venus did despight , And did blinde her little Boy . This is she , the wise , the rich , That the world desires to see ; 〈◊〉 i● Ipsa quae , the which , There is none but onely she . Who would not this face admire , Who would not this Saint adore ? Who would not this sight desire , Though he thought to see no more ? O fair eyes ! but let me see , One good look , and I am gone , Look on me , for I am he , Thy poor filly Coridon . Thou that art the shepherds Queen , Look upon thy silly swain , By thy vertues have been seen , Dead men brought to live again . Song 239. SInce life 's but short , and time amain Flyes on , and ne'r looks back again ; Le ts laugh and sing and merry be , And spend our hours in jollity . Good wine makes the Pope religiously given , And sends all the Monks , and little Fryers to heaven , Then take a merry glass , Fill it just as it was , And let no man take it in dudgeon ; He that makes any stir , Is no true drunken Cur , Hang him up that is a Curmudgeon . 'T was Ioves refreshment when his mind was shrunk With cares , to make himself with Nectar drunk ; So heavenly drunk , his brain ran like the sphears , Round , and made Musick to his ears . He 's a Right honest man , you may believe what he 'l tell you . If he hath a jolly Nose , and a beautiful belly . Then take a merry glass , &c. Great Alexander to enflame his heart With courage , drank two Gallons and a quart At six go downs , and then in Raptures hurld , He went and conquer'd all the world , Darius lost Persia , and the Macedon won it , But if he had not been drunk he could never have done it . Then take a merry glass , &c. Song 240. LOve I must tell thee , I 'le no longer be A Victim to thy beardless Deity ; Nor shall this heart of mine , Now 't is return'd Be offer'd at thy shrine , Nor at thine Altar burn'd , Love like Religion 's made an airy name , To aw those souls whom want of wit makes tame . There 's no such thing as Quiver , Shaft , or Bow , Nor do's Love wound , but we imagine so ; Or if it does perplex , And grieve the minde , 'T is in the Mase'line Sex , Women no sorrow finde ; 'T is not our Parts or Persons that can move 'em , Nor i st mens worth , but wealth makes women love ' em . Reason , not love , henceforth shall be my guide , Our fellow creatures shan't be deifi'd . I 'le now a Rebel be , And so pull down , The Distaff Hierachy , Or Females fancy'd Crown . In these unbridled times , who would not strive To free his neck from all prerogative ? Song 241. THe Spring 's coming on , and our Spirits begin To retire to their places merrily home , ●nd every soul is bound to lay in A new brewing of blood for the year that 's to come . They 're Cowards that make it of Clarifi'd whey , Or swill with the swine in the Juice of the Grains ; Give me the Racy Canary to play ( And the sparkling Renish to vault ) in my veins . Let Doctors go teach our lives are but short , And overmuch wine a new death will invite , But we 'l be revenged before hand for 't , And crown a lives mirth , with the space of a night . Then stand we about with our glasses full crown'd , Whilst ev'ry thing else to their postures doth grow , Till our heads and our caps with the houses turn round , And the cellars become where the chambers are now . Then fill out more wine , 't will a sacrifice bring , We 'l tipple , and fiddle , and fuddle all out This night in full Draughts , with a health to our King , Till we baffle the States , and the Sun face about , Whose first rising Rays when shot from his throne , Shall dash upon faces as red as his own , And wonder that mortals can fuddle away More wine in a night than he water in a day . Song 242. LOve is a Bubble , No man is able To say it is this , or 't is that , 'T is so full of passions , Of sundry fashions , 'T is like I cannot tell what . 'T is fair in the Cradle , 'T is foul in the Saddle , 'T is either too cold , or too hot . An errant Lier , Fed by desire , It is , I and it is not . Love is a fellow , Clad all in yellow , The cankerworm of the minde , A privy mischief , And such a sly thief , As no man is able to finde , Love is a wonder , 'T is here , and 't is yonder As common to one , as to moe , So great a cheater , Every mans better , Then hang him , and so let him go . Song 243. DEar Love , let me this ev'ning die , Oh smile not to prevent it ; But use this opportunity , Lest we do both repent it ; Frown quickly then , and break my heart , So that my way of dying , May though my life prove full of smart , Be worth the worlds envying . Some striving knowledge to refine , Consume themselves with thinking , And some whose friendship 's seal'd in wine Are kindly kill'd with drinking . And some are rack't on Indian coast , Thither by gain invited , And some in smoke of battle lost , Whom drums , not lutes delighted . Alas , how poorly these depart , Their graves still unattended , Who dies not of a broaken heart , In love is not befriended ; His memory is onely sweet , All Praise no pitty moving , Who fondly at his mistriss feet , Doth die with over-loving . And now thou frown'st , and now I die , My Corps by Lovers follow'd Shall shortly by dead Lovers lie For that ground 's only hallow'd . If the priest tak 't ill , I have a grave , My death not well approving , The Poets my estate shall have , To teach the Art of loving , And now let Lovers ring the Bells For the poor youth departed , He which all others else excel's , That are not broken-hearted . My grave with flowers let Virgins strow , But if thy tears fall near them , They 'l so excel in scent and show , Thy self will shortly wear them : Such flowers how much will Flora prize , That on a Lover's growing , And water'd by his Mistriss eyes With pitty overflowing ? A grave so deckt will ( though thou art Yet fearful to come nigh me ) Provoke thee straight to break thy heart And lie down boldly by me . Then ev'ry where the Bels shall ring , While all to black is turning , All Torches burn , and each Quire sing , As Natures self were mourning , And we hereafter may be found ( By Destinies right placing ) Making , like flowers , love under ground , Whose roots are still embracing . Song 244. YEs , I could love if I could finde A Mistriss pleasing to my minde , Whom neither pride , nor Gold can move , To buy her Beauty , sell her Love , Goes neat , yet cares not to be fine , Who loves me for my self , not mine . Not Lady proud , nor City coy , But full of freedome , full of Joy , Not childish young , nor Beldam old , Not si●ry hot , nor Icy cold ; Not gravely wise to guide a State , Nor vain , as to be pointed at ; Not rich , nor proud ; nor base , nor poor , Nor chaste , nor no reputed whore . When such a Lass I shall discover , Cupid entitle me a Lover . Song 245. YOu maidens , and wives , and yong widows rejoyce , Declare your thanksgiving with heart and with voice Since waters were waters , I dare boldly say There ne'r was such cause for a thanksgiving day ; For from London Town , There 's lately come down Four able Physitians that never wore Gown , Their Physick is pleasant , their Dose it is large , And you may be cur'd without danger or charge . No Bolus , no Vomit , no Potion , no Pill , ( Which sometimes do cure , but oftner do kill , ) Your taste , nor your stomack , need never displease , If you 'l be advised but by one of these : For they 've a new Drug , Which is call●d The close Hug , Which will mend your complexion , and make you look smug A soveraign Balsom which once well apply'd , Though griev'd at the heart , the patient ne'r dy'd . In the morning you need not be rob'd of your rest , For in your warm beds your Physick doth best , And though in the taking some stirrings requir'd , The motions so pleasant you cannot be tyr'd , For on your back you must lie , With your buttock raised high , And one of these Doctors must always be by , Who still will be ready to cover you warm , For if you take cold , all physick doth harm . Before they do venture to give their direction , They always consider their patients complexion , If she have a moist palm , or a red head of hair , She requires more physick than one man can spare , If she have a long Nose , The Doctor scarce knows How many good handsuls must go to her Dose . You Lady's that have such ill symptoms as these , In reason and conscience should pay double fees . But that we may give to these Doctors due praise , Who to all sorts of people their favours conveys , On the ugly for pitty sake , skill shall be shown , And as for the handsom they 're cur'd for their own , On you silver , or Gold , They never lay hold , For what comes so freely they scorn should be sold. Then joyn with these Doctors and heatily pray , Their power of healing may never decay . Catch or Song 246. POmpey was a mad man , a mad man , Pompey was a mad man , a mad man was he , So long he was a glad man , a glad man , So long he was a glad man , a glad man was he , Till Caesar in Pharsalia , routed his Battalia , 'Cause he was a madder , a madder far than he , Then be thou mad , and I mad , and mad let us be , And the Devil himself shan't be madder than we . Song 247. OH Anis quoth he , well Thomas quoth she , What wouldst thou say man unto me ? I love thee quoth he , dost love me quoth she , Ch'me the more beholding to thee . To bed then quoth he , no Thomas quoth she , Not till the parson hath said all unto me , I'z bump thee quoth he , wo't bump me quoth she , Ch'im the more beholding to thee . How lik'st it quoth he , well Thomas quoth she , So thou comst but once more unto me , That I will quoth he , sayst thou so quoth she , Ch'im the more beholding to thee . Song 248. BOnny Kate , Kenny Kate , lay thy leg o're me , Thou bee'st a bonny Lass , fain would I mow thee , Fain would I mow thee , ans thou wouldst let me , Bonny Kate , Kenny Kate , do not forget me . Out away Ionny lad , I 'se am a Virgin , There is no hope for thee for to get pergin , For to get pergin , I dare not let thee , Out away Ionny lad , I'se mun forget thee . Thou bee'st young , so is I , let us be doing , There is no better thing than to be mowing , Than to be mowing , ans thou wouldst let me , Bonny Kate , Kenny Kate , do not forget me . Why dost thou whimper so , thou know'st my minde Io , Would mother suffer me , I would be kinde Io , I would be kinde Io , a●'s she would let me , Bonny lad , Ionny lad , I se ne're forget thee . Song 249. I Went to the Alehouse as an honest woman shoo'd , And a knave follow'd after , as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves in every degree , I 'le tell you by and by how this knave serv'd me . I call'd for my pot as an honest woman shoo'd , And the knave drank it up , as you know knaves woo'd , Knaves will be knaves , &c. I went into my bed as an honest woman shoo'd , And the knave crept into 't , as you know knaves woo'd , Knaves will be knaves , &c. I prov'd with childe as an honest woman shood , And the knave ran away , as you know knaves woo'd , Knaves will be knaves in every degree , And thus have I told you how this knave serv'd me . Song 250. HAng fear , and cast away care , The Par'sh is bound to finde us , Thou , and I , And all must die , And leave this world behinde us ; The Bells shall ring , The Clerk shall sing , And the good old wife shall winde us , And Iohn shall lay , Our bones in clay , Where the Devil ne'r shall finde us . Song 251. NAy prithee don't flie me , But sit thee down by me , For I cannot endure The man that 's demure , A pox on your Worships and Sirs : For your Congees and Trips , With your legs and your lips , Your Madams , and Lords , With such sinical words , The Complement you bring , That doth spell nothing , You may keep for the Chains and the Furrs ; For at the beginning was neither Peasant nor Prince , And who the devil made the distinction since ? Those Titles of Honors , Do remain in the Donors , And not in the thing , To which they do cling , If his soul be too narrow that wears them ; No delight can I see , In the thing call'd Degree , Hone● Dick sounds as well , As a name with an L , That with Titles do swell , And hums like a Bell , To affright mortal ears that do hear 'um : He that wears a brave Soul , and dares honestly do , Is a Herald to himself , and a Godfather too . Why should we then dote on , One with a fools Coat on , Whose Coffers are cram'd , Yet he will be damn'd E're he 'l do a good act , or a wise one ? What reason hath he , To be Ruler o're me , Who is Lord o're his Chest , But his head and his brest Are but empty and bare , And puft up with air , And can neither assist , nor advise one : Honor 's but air , and proud flesh but dust is , 'T is the Commons makes the Lords as the Clerk makes the Iustice. But since it must be Of a different degree , 'Cause some do aspire To be greater and higher , Than the rest of their fellows and brothers ; He that hath such a spirit , Let him gain't by his merit , Spend his wit , wealth , and blood , For his Countreys good , And make himself fit By his Valour and Wit , For things above the reach of all others : Honor 's a Prize , and who wins it may wear it , If not , 't is a badge , and a burthen to bear it . For my part let me , Be but quiet and free , I 'le drink Sack and obey , Let the great ones sway , That spend their whole time in thinking , I 'le not busie my pate . With the matters of State , The News-books I 'le burn all , And with the Diurnal Light Tobacco , and admit , They are so far fit , To serve good Company , and Drinking ; All the name I desire is an honest good fellow , For that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow . Song 252. WHy shouldst thou swear I am forsworn , Since thine I vow'd to be ? Lady , it is already morn , And 't was last night I swore to thee , That fond impossibility . Have I not lov●d thee much and long , A tedious twelve hours space ? I must all other Beauties wrong , And rob thee of a new embrace , Should I still dote upon thy face ; Not but all Joy's in thy brown hair , By others may be found , But I must search the black , the fair , Like skilful Mineralists that sound , For treasure in a plow d-up ground . Then if when I have lov'd my round , Thou prov'st the pleasant she , With spoil of other beauties crown'd , I loaden will return to thee , Even sated with variety . Song 253. THe May pole is up , Now give me the Cup , I le drink to the Garlands around it ; But first unto those , Whose hands did compose , The glory of Flowers that crown'd it ; A health to my Girls , Whose husbands may Earls , Or Lords be , granting my wishes ; And when they shall wed To the Bridal bed , Then multiply all like to fishes . Song 254. FArewel fond Love , under whose childish whip , I have serv'd out a weary prentiship ; Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property , To dote on those that love not , and to fly Love that woo'd me : go bane of my content , ●nd practice on some other patient . Farewel fond hopes , that fan'd my warm desire , Till it had rais'd a wilde unruly fire , Which no sighs could , nor tears extinguish can , Although my ey●s out-flow the Ocean . Forth from my thoughts for ever , thing of air , Begun in error , finish'd in despair , Farewel false world , upon whose restless stage , 'Twixt love and hope , I have fool'd out an age . Ere I will seek to thee for my redress , I le wooe the wind , and court the wilderness , And bury●d from the days discovery , ●inde out some slow but certain way to die . My woful Monument shall be my Cell . The murmurs of the purling Brooks my Knell , And for my Epitaph the Rocks shall grone Eternally , if any ask that stone What wretched thing doth in that compass lie ? The hollow Eccho shall reply , 't is I , 't is I. The hollow Eccho shall reply , 't is I. Song 255. GO with thy staff the Sea divide , And with thy whistle stop the tide . Catch the wilde windes fast in thy fist , And let them blow but when thou list , Creep into Neptunes watry bed , And get a Syrens maiden-head , Then sore more high , and fetch me down Fair Ariadne's starry Crown , So that with it I may wear Some of Beronice's hair , Make Mars and Saturn's aspects mild , And get the Virgin Star with child , But if thou hast a daring soul , Go whip the Bear about the Pole , All this thou mayst long e're thou can A woman finde , a woman finde , that 's true to man ; For womens hearts take new desires Far sooner than the powder fires , Their flashes are more violent Than those flames , and sooner spent . Like Torrents womens loves rise high , Make a noise , decrease , and die . Then let no wise man think it strange That women are so apt to change . No creature underneath the sun , Bears such relation to the moon , He then that for their love is sick , Is worse then they , Is worse then they , Hee 's lunatick . Song 256. A Bggar a Beggar , A Beggar I 'le be , There 's none leads a life more jocund than he , A beggar I was , And a beggar I am , A beggar I le be , from a beggar I came , If as it begins our tradings do fall , We in the conclusion shall beggars be all . Tradesmen are unfortunate in their affairs , And few men are thriving , but Courtiers and Players ; A Craver my Father , A Maunder my Mother , A Filer my Sister , a filcher my Brother , A Canter my Uncle , That car'd not for Pelf , A Lifter my Aunt , and a beggar my self ; In white wheaten straw when their belly 's were full , Then I was begot between Tinker and Trull . And therefore a beggar a beggar I le be , For there 's none leads a life more jocu●d than he . When boys do come to us , And that their intent is To follow our calling , we ne'r bind them Prentice ; Soon as they come too 't , We teach them to doo 't . And give them a sta●f and a wallet to boot , We teach them their Lingua to Crave and to Cant , The Devil is in them if then they can want . And or he , or she , that beggars will be , Without Indentures they shall be made free . We beg for our bread , yet Sometimes it happens , We feast it with Pig , Pullet , Coney , and Capons , For Churches affairs , We are no men-slayers , We have no Religion , yet live by our prayers . But if when we beg , men will not draw their Purses , We charge and give fire , with a Volley of Curses . The Devil confound your good worship we cry , And such a bold bazen fac't beggar am I. We do things in season , And have so much reason , We raise no Rebelion , nor ne'r talk treason , We bill at our mates , At very low rates , Whilst some keep their Quarters as high as the gates , With Shinkin ap Morgan , with Blew-cap or Tege , We into no Covenant enter , nor League . And therefore a bonny bold beggar I le be , For none lives a life that 's so jocund as he . For such petty pledges , As shirts from the hedges , We are not in fear to be drawn upon sledges , But sometimes the whip , Doth make us to skip , And then we from tything , to tything do trip , For when in a poor bouzing ken we do bib it , We stand more in dread of the Stocks than the Gibbet , And therefore a merry mad beggar I 'le be , For when it is night in the barn tumbles he . We throw down no Altar , Nor ever do falter , So much as to change a Gold chain for a halter , Though some men do flout us , And others do doubt us , We commonly bear forty pieces about us , But many good fellows are fine and look fiercer , That owe for their cloaths to their Taylor and Mercer , And if from the Stocks I can keep out my feet , I fear not the Compter , Kings-bench , nor the Fleet. Sometimes I do frame , My self to be lame , And when a Coach comes I do hop to my game , We seldom miscarry , Or ever do marry By the Gowns , Common-Prayer , or Cloak Directory ; But Simon and Susan like birds of a feather , They kiss , and they laugh , and so lie down together . Like Pigs in the Pease-straw intangled they lie , Till there they beget such a bold Regue as I. Song 257. I Dream'd we both were in a bed Of Roses , almost smoothered ; But then I heard thy sweet breath say , Faults done by night will blush by day , I kiss thee ( panting and I call ) The night to record , that was all ; But ah ! if empty dreams so please , Loye give me more such nights as these . Song 258. GO treacherous hopes , by whose uncertain fire I cherish my tyrannical desire ; Love is a more uncertain ghess than care , And my fate 's such , That will cost as much , To love as to despair . 'T is true our lives are but a long disease , Made up with real care , and seeming ease , Ye Gods that such uncertain favours give ▪ Oh tell me why , It is so hard to die , And such a task to live , Song 259. WWhy should we boast of Arthur and his Knights , Knowing how many men have performed fights , Or why should we speak of Sir Lancelot du Lake , Or Sir Tristram du Leon , who fought for Ladies sake , Read old Stories , and there you shall see How St. George , St. George , he made the Dragon flee . St. George he was for England , St. Dennis was for France , Sing Hony soit qui mal y pense . To speak of the Monarchs , it were too long to tell , And likewise of the Romans how far they ●id excel ; Hannibal and Scipio they many a field did fight , Orlando Furioso he was a valiant Knight , Romulus and Rhemus were those that Rome did build , But St. George , St. George , the Dragon he hath kill'd . St. George , &c. Iephtha and Gideon they led their men to fight , The Gibbonites and Ammonites , they put them all to slight , Hercules's valour was in the Vale of Basse , And Sampson slew a thousand with the Jaw-bone of an Ass , And when that he was blinde pull'd the Temple to the ground , But St. George , St. George the Dragon did confound . St. George , &c. Valentine and Orson they came of Pepius blood , Alfrid and Aldricus they were brave Knights and good , The four sons of Ammon that fought with Charlemain , Sir Hugh de Boudeaux and Godfrey de Bullaigne , These were all French Knights , the Pagans did convert , But St. George , St. George pull'd out the Dragons heart , St. George , &c. Henry the fi●th he conquered all France , He quartered their Armies , honour to advance , He raced their Walls , and pull'd their Cities down , And he garnish'd his Land with a double triple Crown , He thumped the French , and after home he came , But St. George , St. George , he made the Dragon tame . St. George , &c. St. David you know loves Le●ks and toasted Cheese , And Iasan was the man brough● home the golden Fleece , And Patrick you know he was St. Georges boy , S●ven years he kept his Horse , and then stole him away , For which knavish Act a slave he doth remain , But St. George , St. George , the Dragon he hath slain . St. George , &c. Tamberlain the Emperour in Iron Cage did Crown , With his bloody slag display●d before the Town , Scanderbeg magnanimous Mahomets Ba●haw did dread , Whose victorious bones were worn when he was dead , His Beglerbegs , his corn-like-dregs 〈◊〉 astriot he was call'd , But St. George , St. George , the Dragon he hath mauld ▪ St. George , &c. Ottoman the Tartar he came of Persia's Race , The great Mogul with his chest so full of Cloves and Mace , The Grecian youth Bucephalus he madly did bestride , But these with their Worthies Nine St. George did them deride , Gustavus Adolphus was Sweedlands warlike King , But St. George , St. George , pull'd forth the Dragons Sting . St. George , &c. Pendragon and Cadwallader of brittish blood 〈…〉 oast , Though Iohn of Gaunt , his foes did daunt , St. George shall rule the roast , Agamemnon and Cleomedon , and Macedon did feats , But compared to our Champion , they are but meerly cheats , Brave Malta Knights in Turkish fights their brandish Swords outdrew , But St. George , met the Dragon and ran him through and through . St. George , &c. Bidia the Amazon , Porteus overth●ew , As fierce as any Vandal , Goth , Sarazen , or Iew , The potent Holofernes as he lay on his bed , In came wise Iudith and subtly stole his head , Brave Cyclops stout with Iove he fought , although he showr'd down thunder , But St. George kill'd the Dragon , and is not that a wonder ? St. George , &c. Marke Anthony I le warrant you , plaid feats with Egypts Queen , Sr. Eglemore that valiant Knight , the like was never seen , Grim Gorgons might , was known in fight , Old ●evis most men frighted , The Myrmidons and Prester Iohns , why were not these men Knighted ? Brave Spinola took Bredah , Nassaw did it recover ; But St. George met the Dragon and turn'd him o're and over , St. George he was for England , St. Dennis was for France , Sing Hony ●eit qui mal y pense . Song 260. SWift as the feet of Leda , I Will to Olymphus flowred bosom slye , And there lie quaffing in mortallity , Who tastes such sweets , those hearts can never die . The Cyprus Queen's not half so fair , Beautie her self can't with my Love compare , She doth impale all things the Gods count rare , Come vy with her what Sublunary dare ? Her Neck 's a tower of Snow , her head A Rosie Globe with curling Amber spread , Whose darts are able to amase the dead , And make them leap from their cold shady Bed. When she first opes her cased Eyes , You 'd swear two Suns at once broke through the skies , Or that they were bright Lamps of Paradice , The sawcy Gazer on those splendor dies . Her Ivory Brows a Throne erect , To arbitrate betwixt each Lovers Sect , Her footstool with majestick Arch is deckt , It frowns to death Loves wanton Heretick . Descending hence a little , grows A lovely Gnomon , rustick call'd the Nose , Each side two blushing Hemisphere's disclose , Where th' Lilly's youthful Bridal with the Ros● . Her lips like Gates of Rubies show , And opens where two Sets of Pearl doth grow , In Corral Sockets , bending like a Bow , Whose worth the Lapidaries do not know . Hence breaks a Voice such harmony , Is able to transform a Deity , And cause the dead to live , the living die , Orpheu● and Amphion at it mute doth lie , Have you not seen at Sacrifices How chaffed Incence with brew'd Spikenard rises , In Clouds of Perfumes , or in flaming Spices , Just so her breath my senses each surprises . But on her Breast two Hills advance , Would cost a Pilgrim an eternal Trance , On this the Nymphs , on that the Graces dance , Here Cupid lays his Bow , there Mars his Lance , Beneath this Vale's a Plain reveal'd , Eden it self no such delight doth yield , Where the bold Champion , though his back were steel'd , Sounds a Retreat , but vanquisht qui'ts the field . O stay Olympia , I have not done , These Plains I wander are Elizium , Oh let me herein blest for ever rome , Whilst in a babe we met , Olympia come . This is the Theatre of Love , In this sweet Lab'rinth let me endless rove , And like the Orb about thy Center move , So I 'le not change my Scene to be a Jove . Song 260. FEar not , my Genius , to unfold thy silent thoughts of these ; Women are born to be control'd , receive them as you please : Their long-usurped Monarchy , Hath made me hate such tyranny . 2. Let them and their magnetick charms , as Harbingers before ' um . Possess themselves of Cupids arms , as Baits for to adore 'um : I 'le ne're commit Idolatry , With Subjects born , as well as I. 3. Their Deity with them must fade●punc ; this cannot be deny'd ; Yet since the pretty things were made out of old Adams side : We 'l love them still , but know as thus , We do 't because they 'r part of us , And let it then suffice the Elves , To say we love them as our selves . FINIS . The Table of Letters contained in this Book . Page A Tender of service to the Kings most excellent Majesty ▪ 25 A Tender of service to the Queens most excellent Majesty 26 Respects from an Honourable Lady to the Queen . ibid. A Person of Quality to a worthy Lady , the one a Protestant , the other a Roman Catholick . 27 One Lady to another with Complements of extream kindness . ibid. A Letter of kindness from one friend to another . 28 Another from friend to friend . ibid. A Lady to a Gentleman , concerning his sick Mistriss . 29. The Gentlemans answer . ibid. The Lovers first address to his Lady . 30 The Lovers Complemental Letter to his Mistriss . ibid. The Ladies return to her servants lines . 31 A Ladies forewarning her friend of another Ladies Society . ibid. One Lad●●● advi●● to another near Marriage . 32 A Lover to his false Misstriss , 33 A Letter on sending a Book . 34 A Lady to her discourteous Lover , 35 A Brother on occasion of his Brothers not writing . ibid. A Gentleman to a Lady on his friends behalf . 36 Another to the same purpose . ibid. Complements from one frieud to another . 37 An Answer to the former Letter . ibid. The Lover to his deliberating Mistress . 38 Civil Complements from one friend to another . ibid. A Gentleman to his Lady , whom he fears would make a new choice . 39 A Rich old Gentleman to a fair young Virgin. 40 The Answer of a fair young Virgin , to a decrepit old Gentleman . 41 A Letter of Courtesie from friend to friend . 42 One Gentlewoman to another in behalf of a friend . ibid. The forsaken Maid to her treacherous friend . ibid. The Lady to her importunate Lover . ●● The Answer of a Lover to his threatning Lady . 44 A Letter of Enquiry from friend to friend . ibid. Comfortable advice to a friend , on the death of a Son or other near Relation , ibid. A Tender of service to a Mistriss . 45 The Answer of a disdainful Lady to her servant . 46 A sick Lady to a Gentleman . The Answer of a Gentleman to a sick Lady . ibid. The Lover to his unbelieving Mistriss . 48 The Answer of a Lady to her Lover . ibid. The Lover to his Mistriss , having gained her affection . 49 A Gentleman to his Lady , on his taking a journey . 50 The Answer of a Lady to her Lover , upon his taking of a journey , ibid. A crackt Virgin to her deceitful friend , who hath forsook her for the Love of a Strumpet . 51 The Lady to her slandered servant . 52 The Answer of the slandered Lover to his Lady . 53 The jealous Lover to his beloved . ibid. T●● Answer of a Lady to her jealous Lover . 54 Civilities from one Lady to another . 55 A Gentlemans request ( for a sum of money ) to his friend . 56 A Lady to a Gentleman on his recovery from sickness . 56 The Answer of the Recovered Gentleman . 57 The Lover to his Mistriss , upon his fear of her entertaining a new servant . 58 A fair young Virgin , to an old Rich Miser , whom her Guardian had designed should wed her . 59 The ingratiating Gentleman to his angry Mistriss . ibid. A Gentleman of good Birth , but small fortune , to a worthy Lady , after she had given a denyal . 60 A Lover to his Mistriss who had lately entertained another servant to her Bosom and her Bed. 61 The Answer of the Lady to her Lover in defence of her own Innocency . 62 A Lady to him whom she affects . 63 The Answer of a Lover to his Amorous Lady . ibid. The affected Lover to his Mistriss . 64 The Answer of a Lady to her affected Lover . 65 A Lady to her despairing Lover , who had deserted his Suit at the first repulse . ibid. A Gentleman to a fair Lady , whom he accidentally discovered at a window . 66 A Sick Lady to her Lover , enjoyning him to forbear his visits she being infected with some malignant distemper . 67 The fearful Lover to his supposed , unconstant M●striss . ibid. The ●nswer of a Lady to her fearful Lover . 6● A wife to her extravagant Husband . 69 A Lover to his distempered Lady . 70 A Lady to her servant , that for some private reasons concealed his Birth and Fortunes . 71 The absent Lover , to his supposed unconstant Mistriss . ibid. A Gentlemans advice to his M●striss how she should blind the eyes of her watchful friends . 72 A Gentleman to his new Mistriss , upon his relinquishing an old one . 73 A Captious Lover to his Vertuous Lady . ibid. The Answer of a Vertuous Lady , to her Captious Lover . 74 A Lover in Commendation of his Mistriss . 75 A Ladies thanks to a Gentleman for a civility lately received . ibid. A Gentleman to a sick Lady . 76 The Answer of a sick Lady to a Gentleman . 77 A Husband to his lascivious wife . ibid. A Gentleman to his friend , returning thanks for sending him a Book . 78 A Gentlemans request to his friend for a sum of Money . ibid. The Answer of a Gentleman to his friend , that sent to borrow Money . 79 A Lover to his Mistriss . ibid. The Answer of a Lady to her Lover . 80 A Gentleman to his Rival . ibid. A Virgin to her Parents , that would have her matched to one whom she cannot love . 81 A Gentlemans first Address to his Mistriss . ibid. Another to the same effect . 82 A Courteous Lass to her Paramour , who had gotten her with Childe . ibid. A Gentleman to his ( once scornful but ) now affectionate Mistriss . 83 A kinde hearted Gentlewoman to her boasting favorite ibid. The Lover to his unconstant Mistriss . 84 The Table of Songs contained in this Book . A Page AS in those Nations where they yet adore , 85 Amarillis told her Swain . 92 A womans rule should be in such a fashion . 120 A pox on the Jayler and on his fat Jowls . ibid. Amintas he once went astray . 122 All in vain , turn again , why should I love her . 129 All the Materials are the same . 133 Among Rose-buds slept a Bee. 147 About the sweet bag of a Bee. ib. Alas poor Cupid , art thou blind ? 148 A Tripe well broyl'd cannot be ill , 157 Arm , Arm , Arm , arm , the Scouts are all come in . 161 A curse upon thee for a slave . 162 A silly poor Shepherd was folding his Sheep . 174 After the pangs of a desperate lover . 178 A maid I dare not tell her name . 181 A young man lately in our town . 185 A King lives not a braver life . 295 A maiden fair I dare not wed , 196 Ah Chloris that I now could sit . 207 All Joy unto the happy pair . ib. A maiden of late , whose name was sweet Kate. 212 At dead low ebb of night , when none 217 A Beggar got a Bayliff , a Bayliff got a Y●oman . 233 Ah Celia leave that cruel art . 245 A Beggar , a Beggar , a Beggar I 'le be . 263 B BReak , Break , distracted heart . 87 Beyond the malice of abusive fate . 89 Be thou that art , my better part . 96 Bess black as charcoal , was found in a dark hole . 103 Be gone , be gone thou perjur'd man. 107 Be not proud pretty one , for I must love thee . 145 Bring back my comforts and return . 149 Bright Aurelia I do owe. 152 Beauty and Love once fell at odds . 153 Brightest since your pittying eye 154 Bright Cynthia scorns , alone to wear horns , 214 By Heaven I 'le tell her boldly that 't is she . 236 Be not thou so foolish nice . 237 Bonny Kate , Kenny Kate , lay thy leg o're me . 257 C CAll for the master , Oh , this is fine . 94 Courtiers , Courtiers , think it no scorn . 103 Chloris it is not in your power . 105 Celemana of my heart , none shall e're bereave you . 106 Chloris farewel , I now must go 110 Commit thy Ship unto the winde 137 Cast your caps and care away 142 Cupids no God , a wanton childe 146 Chloris , my Chloris , comes in yonder Bark 148 Chloris when e're you do intend 151 Come fill with wine this lusty bowl 159 Come let us be friends , and most mendly agree 160 Calm was the Evening , and clear was the skie 179 Come hither sweet melancholy 193 Chloris forbear a while , do not o'rejoy me 204 Come away , bring on the bride 217 Charon , O Charon , thou wafter of the soul 221 Come Iack le ts drink a pot of Ale 238 Come Chloris hie we to the bower 241 Cook Laurel would have the Devil his guest 246 D DEar give me a thousand kisses 109 Down in a Garden sate my dearest love 125 Drink to me boy , here 's to thee boy 150 Disputes daily arise , and errors grow bolder 154 Dear love , let me this ev'ning die 253 F FAirest Nymph , my delay shames me a lover 85 Fine young folly though you wear 96 Fair Phydelia tempt no more 123 Fly , Oh fly , sad sighs and bear 133 Fear not dear love , that I 'le reveal 160 Fear not my Genius 270 Fond love what dost thou mean 171 Fain would I wake you sweet , but fear 172 From the fair Lavinian shore 177 Fear no more the heat o' th' Sun 185 Fair mistriss I would gladly know 220 Farewel fond Love , under whose childish whip 291 G GOod Simon , how comes it your Nose looks sored 119 Good Susan , be as secret as you can ib. Give me more love , or more disdain 163 Good people give ear , whilst a story I tell 190 Go happy heart , for thou shalt lie 206 Gaze not on thy beauties pride 232 Go with thy staff , the Sea divide 262 Go treacherous hopes , by whose uncertain fire 265 H HElp , Help , Oh Help , divinity of love 114 Hang sorrow , cast away care 117 Have you any work for a Tinker ib. Have you observ'd the wench in the street 118 How merrily looks the man that hath Gold 119 He that will win a widows heart 121 How happy and free is the plunder 130 He that marries a merry Lass 136 He deserved much better than so 147 He that will look for a swallows nest 155 How long shall I pine for love 158 How happy art thou and I 165 He that a Tinker , a Tinker will be 174 Help love or else I sink , for know 116 Have you any work for a Sowgelder Ho 197 Haste sluggish morn , why dost thou stay 202 Hold , Hold , thy Nose to the pot , Tom , Tom. 223 Hang fear , and cast away care 258 I I Dote , I dote , but am a sot to show it 98 If any so wise is , that Sack he despises 118 If she be not kinde as fair 121 In the merry month of May 125 I 'm sick of love , Oh let me lie 131 I feed a flame within which so torments me 132 I keep my Horse , I keep my Whore 1●5 I won ' not go to 't , I mun not go to 't ib. I lov'd a lass , a fair one 143 I love thee for thy sickleness 149 I am the Evening dark as night 150 Jo Hymen , Jo Hymen , Jo Hymen 162 In faith 't is true , I am in love 169 I happy saw , and faithful lov'd ib. I can love for an hour when I 'm at leasure 182 I courted a lass , my folly 190 In love away , yu do me wrong 166 I am a Rogue , and a stout one 198 If she be fair I fear the rest 231 I le sing you a sonnet that ne'r was in print 234 I marvel Dick that having been 239 I went to the Alehouse as an honest woman shoo'd 257 I dream'd we both were in a bed 264 L LEt Votaries rearing up Altar and Shrine 88 Look , see how unregarded now 108 Little love serves my turn , 't is so enflaming 109 Ladies though to your conquering eyes 121 Love is a sower delight , a sugred grief 127 Last night I dreamed of my Love 131 Like to the falling of a Star 137 Like a ring without a finger ib. Love and Wenches are toys 154 Loves empire , as the world , is wide 166 Let the Bells ring , and the boys sing 173 Lawn as white as driven Snow 184 Let 's have a dance upon the heath 201 Look out bright eyes , and bless the Air 222 Love , I must tell thee , I 'le no longer be 251 Love is a Bauble , no man is able 252 M MMy Lodging it is on the cold ground 146 Make ready fair Lady to night 187 May I finde a woman fair 189 My Muse denies to Apollogize 201 N NEver more will I protest 102 Now fie on foolish Love , it not besits ib. No more , no more , I must giive o're 109 Now , Now , Lucatia , now make haste 115 No , No , thou all of red and white 167 Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins 175 Now by my love , the greatest oath that is 127 No man loves fiery passion can approve 213 Now I confess I am in love 224 Nay prethee don't fly me , but sit thee down by me 258 O ON yonder hill a Beacon stands 90 Oh Chloris 't was unkindely done 113 Oh how I hate thee now , and my self too 116 Oh Chloris , would the Gods allow 166 Our ruler hath got the Vertigo of State 170 Oh Cupid turn away thy Bow 172 Once was I sad , till I grew to be mad 187 Oh love whose power and might 229 Oh the little house that lies under the Hill 249 On a Hill there grows a flower Oh Anis quoth he , well Thomas quoth she 256 P PHillis though your powerful charms 122 Peace and silence be the guide 162 Poor Artaxander long hath woo'd 171 Pish modest sipper , to 't agen 175 Phillis on the new made Hay 237 Poor Ienny and I , we toyled 244 Phillis I pray , why did you say 241 Pompey was a mad man , a mad man 256 S SWeetest Bud of Beauty , may 93 Sweet Iane , sweet Iane , I love thee wondrous well 104 Strait my green gown into breeches I 'le make 108 Shall I wasting in despair 111 See , see , Chloris my Chloris comes 148 Silly heart forbear , those are murdering ey●s 171 Sigh no more Ladies , sigh no more 180 Stay , shut the gate , 'tother quart 1●8 Strephon , what envious cloud hath made 103 Sure 't was a dream , how long fond man 222 Since life's but short , and time amain 250 Swift as the feet of Laeda , I 268 T TEll me gentle Strephon , why 91 'T is not i' th' power of all thy scorn 93 The thirsty earth drinks up the rain 95 To friend and to foe , to all that I know 96 Turn Amarillis to thy swain 102 Take a pound of butter made in May 103 The glories of our birth and State 103 Twelve sorts of meats my wife provides 107 To little or no purpose , I 've spent many days 111 The wise men were but seven 1●0 The morning doth waste , to the meadows let 's haste 125 The pot , and the pipe , the cup , and the can 127 Then our musick is in prime ib. There was three cooks of Colebrook 131 'T is true fair Celia that by thee I live 134 The parcht earth drinks the rain 136 The wit hath long beholden been 140 The silver swan who living had no note 146 Thy love is chaste , they tell thee so 15● This is not the Elizian grove 151 The master , the swabber , the boatswain and I 152 Tell me , where is fancy bred 156 Take her and hug her , then turn her , and tug her 158 'T is late , and cold , stir up the fire 160 Tell me prethee faithless swain 163 Tell me no more you love , in vain 164 Thou deity , swift winged love 172 The Spanyard loves his ancient steps 176 Take , oh take , those lips away 180 Tom , and Will , were shepherds swains 183 'T is a merry life we live 186 The Beard thick , or thin , 218 The hunt is up , the hunt is up 229 There 's none but the glad man 232 'T was then we had a thriving Trade 240 Though I am young and cannot tell 242 Thirsis , I wish , as well as you 249 The Springs coming on , and our spirits begin 251 The Maypole is up , now give me the cup 261 V VIctorious beauty , though your eyes 105 Under the green-wood Tree 156 Upon the Change where Merchants meet 242 W WElcome blest hand , whose white outvies 87 When Phillis watcht her harmless Sheep 89 When cold winters withered brow 90 When Celadon gave up his heart 93 Why should we not laugh and be jolly 100 Wh●n as Leander young , was drown'd 115 When wives do hate the husbands friends 120 Were Celia but as chaste , as fair 124 Why should I not dally , my dear 128 Where the Bee sucks , there suck I 154 Who is Silvia , what is she 155 What shall he have that kill'd the Deer ? 157 Wedding is great Iuno●s Crown ib. Why should only man be ty'd 165 Wake all ye dead , what Ho , what Ho 168 When Dasies pied , and Violets blew 178 When Isicles hang by the wall 180 When Orpheus sweetly did complain 204 When Celia I intend to flatter you 211 What creatur●s on earth , can boast freer mirth 213 When I see the young men play 214 With an old motly coat , and a malmsy Nose 224 With an old song made by an old ancient pate 225 With a new Beard , but lately trim'd 228 When I drein my goblets deep 137 Why should you swear , I am forsworn 260 Why should we boast of Arthur and his Knights 265 Y YOur merry Poets old boys , of Aganippes well 95 Yonder he goes , takes corns from your Toes 116 You spotted Snakes with double tongue 155 You that chuse not by the view 156 You say you love me , nay you swear it too 205 Ye Fiends and Furies come along 206 Your Letter I receiv'd 231 Yes I could love , if I could finde 245 You Maidens , and Wives , and young Widdows rejoyce 255 Books Printed for Samuel Speed Book-seller , between the Two Temple Gates in Fleet-street . 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A36650) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 54612) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 64:10) Miscellany poems containing a new translation of Virgills eclogues, Ovid's love elegies, odes of Horace, and other authors : with several original poems / by the most eminent hands. Virgil. Bucolica. English. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Absalom and Achitophel. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Medall. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. MacFlecknoe. [8], 328, [2], 92, [2] p. Printed for Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1684. First in a series of miscellanies published by Tonson, 1684-1709, containing many contributions by Dryden and others. The 5 later volumes were published under various titles. "Absalom and Achitophel" and "The medall" each have special t.p. dated 1683. "Virgil's Eclogues" has special t.p. and separate paging. First edition, second issue, with imprint covered by label: London : Printed for Thomas Chapman, 1688. 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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2003-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-05 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-09 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2003-09 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Miscellany Poems . Containing a New TRANSLATION OF VIRGILLS Eclogues , OVID'S Love Elegies , Odes of HORACE , And OTHER AUTHORS ; WITH SEVERAL ORIGINAL POEMS . By the most Eminent Hands . Et Vos , O Lauri , carpam , & Te , proxima Myrte : Sic positae quoniam suaveis miscetis odores . Virg. Ecl. 2. LONDON , Printed for Iacob Tonson , at the Iudges-head in Chancery-Lane near Fleet-street , 1684. A TABLE OF THE POEMS In the following Miscellanea . MAc Flecknoe . page 1. Absolom and Achitophel . p. 25. The Medal . p. 89. Several of Ovids Elegies Book the First . Elegy the first . By Mr. Cooper , 105. The second Elegy , By Mr. Creech . 107. The fourth Elegy , By Sir Car. Scrope . 110. The fifth , By Mr. Duke . 114. The eighth Elegy , By Sir Ch. Sedley . 116. Out of the Second Book . Elegy the first . By Mr. Adams . 165. Elegy the fifth . By Sir Ch. Sedley . 122. Elegy the sixth . By Mr. Creech . 125. Elegy the seventh . By Mr. Creech . 129. Elegy the eighth . By Mr. Creech . 132. The same by another Hand . 134. Elegy the ninth by the late Earl of Rochester . 135. Elegy the twelfth . By Mr. Creech . 138. Elegy the fifteenth . By Mr. Adams . 167. Elegy the ninteenth . By Mr. Dryden . 140. Out of the Third Book . Elegy the fourth . By Sir Ch. Sedly . 144. Elegy the fifth . 147. Elegy the sixth . By Mr. Rimer . 150. Elegy the ninth . By Mr. Stepny . 154. Elegy the thirteenth . By Mr. Tate . 159. The same Elegy . By another Hand . 162. Part of Virgils fourth Georgick , English'd by the E. of M. 169. The parting of Sireno and Diana . By Sir Car. Scrope . 173. Lucretia out of Ovid de Fastis . 180. On Mr. Drydens Religio Laici , By the Earl of Roscomon . 190. Vpon Mr. Drydens Religio Laici . 194. Odes of Horace . The twenty second Ode of the first Book . By the Earl of Roscomon . 197. The sixth Ode of the third Book . By the Earl of Roscomon . 199. The sixth Ode of the first Book . 203. The fourth Ode of the second Book . By Mr. Duke . 207. The eighth Ode of the second Book . By Mr. Duke . 209. The ninth Ode of the third Book . By Mr. Duke . 211. The same by another Hand . 213. The ninth Ode of the fourth Book . By Mr. Stepny . 314. The fifteenth Ode of the second Book . 318. The sixteenth Ode of the second Book . By Mr. Otway . 321. The first Epode of Horace . 324. The third Elegy of the first Book of Porpertius . By Mr. Adams . 215. Faeda est in Coitu , &c. out of Petronius . 217. Epistle from T. O. To R. D. 218. A Letter to a friend . 225 An Elegy ; out of the Latin of Francis Remo●d . 228. Amarillis , or the third Idyllium of Theo●ritus , paraphras'd . By Mr. Dryden . 235. Pharmaceutra , out of Theocritus , By Mr. Bowles . 242. The Cyclop , the eleventh Idyllium of Theocritus English'd by Mr. Duke : To Dr. Short. 253. To absent Caelia . 260. Prologue to the Vniversity of Oxford . By Mr. Dryden . 263. Epilogue to the same . By Mr. Dryden . 265. Prologue at Oxford in 1674. By Mr. Dryden . 266. The Epilogue . 269. Prologue at Oxford . 271. Prologue at Oxford . By Mr. Dryden 273. Epilogue . By Mr. Dryden . 275. Prologue at Oxford , 1680. By Mr. Dryden . 277. Prologue to Albumazar reviv'd . By Mr. Dryden . 279. Prologue to Arviragus . By Mr. Dryden . 281. Prologue Spoken the first day of the Kings House acting after the fire . By Mr. Dryden . 283. Prologue for the Women at the Old Theatre . 285. Prologue at the opening the New House . By Mr. Dryden . 286. Epilogue . By the same Author . 289. An Epilogue . By Mr. Dryden . 291. An Epilogue Spoken at the Kings House . 293. Prologue to the Princess of Cleves . 295. Epilogue to the same . Written by Mr. Dryden . 297. Epilogue for Calisto , when acted at Court. 327. A Poem Spoken to the Queen at Trinity Colledge in Cambridge . 299. Floriana , a Pastoral , upon the Death of the Dutchess of Southampton . By Mr. Duke . 301. The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon . By Mr. Dryden . 308. The praises of Italy , out of Virgils Second Georgick . By Mr. Chetwood . 310. Virgils Eclogues , Translated by several Hands . The first Eclogue . By John Caril , Esq page 1. The second . By Mr. Tate . 9. The same . By Mr. Creech . 15. The third Eclogue . By Mr. Creech . 20. The fourth . By Mr. Dryden . 30. The fifth . By Mr. Duke . 35. The sixth . By the Earl of Roscomon . 44. The seventh . By Mr. Adams . 55. The eighth . By Mr. Stafford . 61. The same . By Mr. Chetwood . 68. The ninth Eclogue . 74. The tenth Eclogue . By Mr. Stafford . 80. The last Eclogue , Translated or rather imitated in the year , 1666. 86. Mac Flecknoe . ALL humane things are subject to decay , And , when Fate summons , Monarchs must obey ▪ This Fleckno found , who , like Augustus , young Was call'd to Empire , and had govern'd long : In Prose and Verse , was own'd , without dispute Through all the Realms of Non-sense , absolute . This aged Prince now flourishing in Peace , And blest with issue of a large increase , Worn out with business , did at length debate To settle the succession of the State : And pond'ring which of all his Sons was fit To Reign , and wage immortal War with Wit ; Cry'd , 't is resolv'd ; for Nature pleads that He Should onely rule , who most resembles me : Sh — alone my perfect image bears , Mature in dullness from his tender years . Sh — alone , of all my Sons , is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity . The rest to some faint meaning make pretence , But Sh — never deviates into sense . Some Beams of Wit on other souls may fall , Strike through and make a lucid intervall ; But Sh — 's genuine night admits no ray , His rising Fogs prevail upon the Day : Besides his goodly Fabrick fills the eye , And seems design'd for thoughtless Majesty : Thoughtless as Monarch Oakes , that shade the plain , And , spread in solemn state , supinely reign . Heywood and Shirley were but Types of thee , Thou last great Prophet of Tautology : Even I , a dunce of more renown than they , Was sent before but to prepare thy way ; And coursly clad in Norwich Drugget came To teach the Nations in thy greater name . My warbling Lute , the Lute I whilom strung When to King Iohn of Portugal I sung , Was but the prelude to that glorious day , When thou on silver Thames did'st cut thy way , With well tim'd Oars before the Royal Barge , Swell'd with the Pride of thy Celestial charge ; And big with Hymn , Commander of an Host , The like was ne'er in Epsom Blankets tost . Methinks I see the new Arion Sail , The Lute still trembling underneath thy nail . At thy well sharpned thumb from Shore to Shore The Treble squeaks for fear , the Bases roar : Echoes from Pissing-Ally , Sh — call , And Sh — they resound from A — Hall. About thy boat the little Fishes throng , As at the Morning Toast , that Floats along . Sometimes as Prince of thy Harmonious band Thou weild'st thy Papers in thy threshing hand . St. Andre's feet ne'er kept more equal time , Not ev'n the feet of thy own Psyche's rhime : Though they in number as in sense excell ; So just , so like tautology they fell , That , pale with envy , Singleton forswore The Lute and Sword which he in Triumph bore , And vow'd he ne'er would act Villerius more . Here stopt the good old Syre ; and wept for joy In silent raptures of the hopefull boy . All arguments , but most his Plays , perswade , That for anointed dullness he was made . Close to the Walls which fair Augusta bind , ( The fair Augusta much to fears inclin'd ) An ancient fabrick , rais'd t' inform the sight , There stood of yore , and Barbican it hight : A watch Tower once ; but now , so Fate ordains , Of all the Pile an empty name remains . From its old Ruins Brothel-houses rise , Scenes of lewd loves , and of polluted joys . Where their vast Courts the Mother-Strumpets keep , And , undisturb'd by Watch , in silence sleep . Near these a Nursery erects its head , Where Queens are form'd , and future Hero's bred ; Where unfledg'd Actors learn to laugh and cry , Where infant Punks their tender Voices try , And little Maximins the Gods defy . Great Fletcher never treads in Buskins here , Nor greater Iohnson dares in Socks appear . But gentle Simkin just reception finds Amidst this Monument of vanisht minds : Pure Clinches , the suburbian Muse affords ; And Panton waging harmless War with words . Here Fleckno , as a place to Fame well known , Ambitiously design'd his Sh — 's Throne . For ancient Decker prophesi'd long since , That in this Pile should Reign a mighty Prince , Born for a scourge of Wit , and flayle of Sense : To whom true dulness should some Psyches owe , But Worlds of Misers from his pen should flow ; Humorists and Hypocrites it should produce , Whole Raymond families , and Tribes of Bruce . Now Empress Fame had publisht the renown , Of Sh — 's Coronation through the Town . Rows'd by report of Fame , the Nations meet , From near Bun-Hill , and distant Watling-street . No Persian Carpets spread th' Imperial way , But scatter'd Limbs of mangled Poets lay : From dusty shops neglected Authors come , Martyrs of Pies , and Reliques of the Bum. Much Heywood , Shirly , Ogleby there lay , But loads of Sh — almost choakt the way . Bilk't Stationers for Yeomen stood prepar'd , And H — was Captain of the Guard. The hoary Prince in Majesty appear'd , High on a Throne of his own Labours rear'd . At his right hand our young Ascanius sat Rome's other hope , and pillar of the State. His Brows thick fogs , instead of glories , grace , And lambent dullness plaid arround his face . As Hannibal did to the Altars come , Sworn by his Syre a mortal Foe to Rome ; So Sh — swore , nor should his Vow bee vain , That he till Death true dullness would maintain ; And in his father's Right , and Realms defence , Ne'er to have peace with Wit , nor truce with Sense , The King himself the sacred Unction made , As King by Office , and as Priest by Trade : In his sinister hand , instead of Ball , He plac'd a mighty Mug of potent Ale ; Love's Kingdom to his right he did convey , At once his Sceptre and his rule of Sway ; Whose righteous Lore the Prince had practis'd young , And from whose Loyns recorded Psyche sprung . His Temples last with Poppies were o'erspread , That nodding seem'd to consecrate his head : Just at that point of time , if Fame not lye , On his left hand twelve reverend Owls did fly . So Romulus , 't is sung , by Tyber's Brook , Presage of Sway from twice six Vultures took . Th' admiring throng loud acclamations make , And Omens of his future Empire take . The Syre then shook the honours of his head , And from his brows damps of oblivion shed Full on the filial dullness : long he stood , Repelling from his Breast the raging God ; At length burst out in this prophetick mood : Heavens bless my Son , from Ireland let him reign To farr Barbadoes on the Western main ; Of his Dominion may no end be known , And greater than his Father's be his Throne . Beyond loves Kingdom let him stretch his Pen ; He paus'd , and all the people cry'd Amen . Then thus , continu'd he , my Son advance Still in new Impudence , new Ignorance . Success let others teach , learn thou from me Pangs without birth , and fruitless Industry . Let Virtuoso's in five years be Writ ; Yet not one thought accuse thy toyl of wit. Let gentle George in triumph tread the Stage , Make Dorimant betray , and Loveit rage ; Let Cully , Cockwood , Fopling , charm the Pit , And in their folly shew the Writers wit. Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justifie their Author's want of sense . Let 'em be all by thy own model made Of dullness , and desire no foreign aid : That they to future ages may be known , Not Copies drawn , but Issue of thy own . Nay let thy men of wit too be the same , All full of thee , and differing but in name ; But let no alien S — dl — y interpose To lard with wit thy hungry Epsom prose . And when false flowers of Rhetorick thou would'st cull , Trust Nature , do not labour to be dull ; But write thy best , and top ; and in each line , Sir Formal's oratory will be thine . Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill , And does thy Northern Dedications fill . Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame , By arrogating Iohnson's Hostile name . Let Father Fleckno fire thy mind with praise , And Uncle Ogleby thy envy raise . Thou art my blood , where Iohnson has no part ; What share have we in Nature or in Art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at Arts he did not understand ? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein , Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain ? Where sold he Bargains , Whip-stitch , kiss my Arse , Promis'd a Play and dwindled to a Farce ? When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whole Eth'ridg dost tranfuse to thine ? But so transfus'd as Oylon Waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy Province , this thy wondrous way , New Humours to invent for each new Play : This is that boasted Byas of thy mind , By which one way , to dullness , 't is inclin'd . Which makes thy writings lean on oneside still , And in all changes that way bends thy will. Nor let thy mountain belly make pretence Of likeness ; thine 's a tympany of sense . A Tun of Man in thy Large bulk is writ , But sure thou' rt but a Kilderkin of wit. Like mine thy gentle numbers feebly creep , Thy Tragick Muse gives smiles , thy Comick sleep . With whate'er gall thou sett'st thy self to write , Thy inoffensive Satyrs never bite . In thy fellonious heart , though Venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dyes . Thy Genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen Iambicks , but mild Anagram : Leave writing Plays , and chuse for thy command Some peacefull Province in Acrostick Land. There thou maist wings display and Altars raise , And torture one poor word Ten thousand ways . Or if thou would'st thy diff'rent talents suit , Set thy own Songs , and sing them to thy lute . He said , but his last words were scarcely heard , For Bruce and Longvil had a Trap prepar'd , And down they sent the yet declaiming Bard. Sinking he left his Drugget robe behind , Born upwards by A subterranean wind . The Mantle fell to the young Prophet's part , With double portion of his Father's Art. FINIS . ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL . A POEM . Si Propiùs stes Te Capiet Magis The Sixth Edition ; Augmented and Revised . LONDON , Printed for Iacob Tonson , at the Iudges-Head , in Chancery-lane , near Fleet-street . 1683. TO THE READER . 'T IS not my intention to make an Apology for my Poem : Some will think it needs no Excuse ; and others will receive none . The Design , I am sure , is honest : but he who draws his Pen for one Party , must expect to make Enemies of the other . For , Wit and Fool , are Consequents of Whig and Tory : And every man is a Knave or an Ass to the contrary side . There 's a Treasury of Merits in the Phanatick Church , as well as in the Papist ; and a Pennyworth to be had of Saintship , Honesty and Poetry , for the Leud , the Factious , and the Blockheads : But the longest Chapter in Deuteronomy , has not Curses enough for an Anti - Bromingham . My Comfort is , their manifest Prejudice to my Cause , will render their Iudgement of less Authority against me . Yet if a Poem have a Genius , it will force its own reception in the World. For there 's a sweetness in good Verse , which Tickles even while it Hurts : And no man can be heartily angry with him , who pleases him against his will. The Commendation of Adversaries , is the greatest Triumph of a Writer ; because it never comes unless Extorted . But I can be satisfied on more easie terms : If I happen to please the more Moderate sort I shall be sure of an honest Party ; and , in all probability , of the best Iudges : for , the least Concern'd , are commonly the least Corrupt . And , I confess , I have laid in for those , by rebating the Satyr ( where Iustice woud allow it ) from carrying too sharp an Edge . They , who can Criticize so weakly , as to imagine I have done my Worst , may be convinc'd , at their own Cost , that I can write Severely , with more ease , than I can Gently . I have but laugh'd at some mens Follies , when I coud have declaim'd against their Vices : and , other mens Vertues I have commended , as freely as I have tax'd their Crimes . And now , if you are a Malicious Reader , I expect you should return upon me , that I affect to be thought more Impartial than I am . But , if men are not to be judg'd by their Professions , God forgive you Common-wealths men , for Professing so plausibly for the Government . You cannot be so Vnconscionable , as to charge me for not Subscribing of my Name ; for that woud reflect too grosly vpon your own Party , who never dare ; though they have the advantage of a Iury to secure them . If you like not my Poem , the fault may , possibly , be in my Writing : ( though 't is hard for an Author to judge against himself ; ) But more probably 't is in your Morals , which cannot bear the truth of it . The Violent , on both sides , will condemn the Character of Absalom , as either too favourably , or too hardly drawn . But they are not the Violent , whom I desire to please . The fault , on the right hand , is to Extenuate , Palliate and Indulge ; and , to confess freely , I have endeavoured to commit it . Besides the respect which I owe his Birth , I have a greater for his Heroick Virtues : and , David himself , could not be more tender of the Young-man's Life , than I would be of his Reputation . But , since the most excellent natures are always the most easie ; and , as being such , are the soonest perverted by ill Counsels , especially when baited with Fame and Glory ; 't is no more a wonder that he withstood not the temptations of Achitophel , than it was for Adam , not to have resisted the two Devils , the Serpent and the Woman . The conclusion of the Story , I purposely forbore to prosecute : because , I could not obtain from my self , to shew Absalom Vnfortunate . The Frame of it , was cut out , but for a Picture to the Waste ; and , if the Draught be so far true , 't is as much as I design'd . Were I the Inventor , who am onely the Historian , I should certainly conclude the Piece , with the Reconcilement of Absalom to David . And , who knows but this may come to pass ? Things were not brought to an Extremity where I left the Story ; There seems , yet , to be room left for a Composure ; hereafter , there may onely be for Pity . I have not so much as an uncharitable wish against Achitophel ; but , am content to be Accus'd of a good natur'd Errour ; and to hope with Origen , that the Devil himself may , at last , be sav'd . For which reason , in this Poem , he is neither brought to set his House in order , nor to dispose of his Person afterwards , as he in Wisedom shall think fit . God is infinitely mercifull ; and his Vicegerent is onely not so , because he is not Infinite . The true end of Satyr , is the amendment of Vices by correction . And he who writes Honestly , is no more an Enemy to the Offender , than the Physician to the Patient , when he prescribes harsh Remedies to an inveterate Disease : for those , are onely in order to prevent the Chyrurgeon's work of an Ense rescindendum , which I wish not to my very Enemies . To conclude all ; If the Body Politique have any Analogy to the Natural in my weak judgment , an Act of Oblivion were as necessary in a Hot , Distemper'd State , as an Opiate would be in a Raging Fever . TO THE UNKNOWN AUTHOUR Of this EXCELLENT POEM . TAke it as Earnest of a Faith renew'd , Your Theme is vast , your Verse divinely good : Where , thô the Nine their beauteous stroaks repeat , And the turn'd Lines on Golden Anvils beat , It looks as if they strook'em at a heat . So all Serenely Great , so Just , refin'd , Like Angels love to Humane Seed enclin'd , It starts a Giant , and exalts the Kind . 'T is Spirit seen , whose fiery Atoms roul , So brightly fierce , each Syllable's a Soul. 'T is minuture of Man , but he 's all heart ; 'T is what the World woud be , but wants the Art : To whom ev'n the Phanaticks Altars raise , Bow in their own despite , and grin your praise . As if a Milton from the dead arose , Fil'd off the Rust , and the right Party chose . Nor , Sir , be shock'd at what the Gloomy say , Turn not your feet too inward , nor too splay . 'T is Gracious all , and Great : Push on your Theme , Lean your griev'd head on David's Diadem . David that rebel Israels envy mov'd , David by God and all Good Men belov'd . The beauties of your Absalom excell : But more the Charms of Charming Annabel ; Of Annabel , than May's first Morn more bright , Chearfull as Summer ' s Noon , and chast as Winter ' s Night . Of Annabel the Muses dearest Theme , Of Annabel the Angel of my dream . Thus let a broken Eloquence attend , And to your Master piece these Shadows send . TO THE UNKNOWN AUTHOUR Of this ADMIRABLE POEM . I Thought , forgive my Sin , the boasted fire Of Poets Souls did long ago expire ; Of Folly or of Madness did accuse The wretch that thought himself possest with Muse ; Laugh'd at the God within , that did inspire With more than humane thoughts the tunefull Quire ; But sure 't is more than Fancy , or the Dream Of Rhimers slumbring by the Muses stream . Some livelier Spark of Heav'n , and more refin'd From Earthly dross , fills the great Poet's Mind . Witness these mighty and immortal Lines , Through each of which th'informing Genius shines . Scarce a diviner Flame inspir'd the King , Of whom thy Muse does so sublimely sing . Not David's self could in a nobler Verse His gloriously offending Son rehearse , Thô in his Breast the Prophet's Fury met . The Father's Fondness , and the Poet 's Wit. Here all consent in Wonder and in Praise , And to the Unknown Poet Altars raise . Which thou must needs accept with equal joy , As when Aenaeas heard the Wars of Troy , Wrapt up himself in darkness and unseen , Extoll'd with Wonder by the Tyrian Queen . Sure thou already art secure of Fame , Nor want'st new Glories to exalt thy Name : What Father else would have refus'd to own So great a Son as God-like Absalon ? R. D. TO THE CONCEAL'D AUTHOUR Of this INCOMPARABLE POEM . HAil Heav'n-born Muse ! hail ev'ry Sacred page ! The Glory of our I 'le and of our Age. Th' inspiring Sun to Albion draws more nigh , The North at length teems with a Work to vie With Homer's Flame and Virgil's Majesty . While Pindus lofty Heights our Poet sought , ( His ravisht Mind with vast Idea's fraught ) Our Language fail'd beneath his rising Thought ; This checks not his Attempt , for Maro's Mines , He dreins of all their Gold t' adorn his Lines ; Through each of which the Mantuan Genius shines . The Rock obey'd the pow'rfull Hebrew Guide , Her flinty Breast dissolv'd into a Tide : Thus on our stubborn Language he prevails , And makes the Helicon in which he sails . The Dialect , as well as sense , invents , And , with his Poem , a new speech presents . Hail then thou matchless Bard , thou great Unknown , That give your Country Fame , yet shun your own ! In vain — for ev'ry where your Praise you find , And not to meet it , you must shun Mankind . Your Loyal Theme each Loyal Reader draws , And ev'n the Factious give your Verse applause , Whose Lightning strikes to ground their Idol Cause . The Cause for whose dear sake they drank a Flood Of Civil Gore , nor spar'd the Royal-bloud : The Cause whose growth to crush , our Prelates wrote In vain , almost in vain our Hero's fought . Yet by one Stabb of your keen Satyr dies : Before your Sacred Lines their Shatter'd Dagon lies . Oh! If unworthy we appear to know The Sire , to whom this Lovely Birth we owe : ( Deny'd our ready Homage to express , And can at best but thankfull be by guess : ) This hope remains , — May David's God-like Mind , ( For him 't was wrote ) the Unknown Authour find : And , having found , show'r equal Favours down On Wit so vast as cou'd oblige a Crown . N. T. ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL . A POEM . IN pious Times , e'er Priest-Craft did begin , Before Polygamy was made a Sin ; When Man on many , multipli'd his kind , E'er one to one was , cursedly , confin'd : When Nature prompted , and no Law deni'd Promiscuous use of Concubine and Bride ; Then , Israel's Monarch , after Heavens own heart , His vigorous warmth did variously , impart . To Wives and Slaves : and , wide as his Command , Scatter'd his Maker's Image through the Land. Michal , of Royal Blood , the Crown did wear ; A Soil ungratefull to the Tiller's care : Not so the rest ; for several Mothers bore To God-like David , several Sons before . But , since like Slaves his Bed they did ascend , No true Succession cou'd their Seed attend . Of all the Numerous Progeny was none So Beautifull , so Brave as Absalon : Whether , inspir'd by some diviner Lust , His Father got him with a greater Gust ; Or that his Conscious Destiny made way , By manly Beauty to Imperial Sway. Early in Foreign Fields he won Renown , With Kings and States alli'd to Israel's Crown : In Peace the thoughts of War he cou'd remove , And seem'd as he were onely born for Love. What e'er he did , was done with so much ease , In him alone , 't was Natural to please : His motions all accompani'd with grace ; And Paradise was open'd in his face . With secret Joy , indulgent David view'd His Youthfull Image in his Son renew'd : To all his wishes nothing he deni'd ; And made the Charming Annabel his Bride . What faults he had ( for who from faults is free ? ) His Father cou'd not , or he wou'd not see . Some warm excesses , which the Law forbore , Where constru'd Youth that purg'd by boiling o'er : And Amnon's Murther , by a specious Name , Was call'd a Just Revenge for injur'd Fame . Thus Prais'd , and Lov'd , the Noble Youth remain'd , While David , undisturb'd in Sion reign'd . But Life can never be sincerely blest : Heav'n punishes the bad , and proves the best . The Iews , a Head-strong , Moody , Murm'ring race , As ever try'd th' extent and stretch of grace ; God's pamper'd People whom , debauch'd with ease , No King cou'd govern , nor no God cou'd please ; ( Gods they had try'd of every shape and size , That God-smiths cou'd produce , or Priests devise : ) These Adam-wits , too fortunately free , Began to dream they wanted Liberty , And when no rule , no president was found , Of men , by Laws less circumscrib'd and bound ; They led their wild desires to Woods and Caves ; And thought that all but Savages were Slaves . They who , when Saul was dead , without a blow , Made foolish Ishbosheth the Crown forego ; Who banisht David did from Hebron bring , And , with a General shout , proclaim'd him King : Those very Iews , who , at their very best , Their Humour more than Loyalty exprest , Now , wondred why , so long , they had obey'd An Idol-Monarch which their hands had made : Thought they might ruine him they cou'd create ; Or melt him to that Golden Calf , a State. But these were random Bolts : No form'd Design , Nor Interest made the Factious Croud to joyn : The sober part of Israel , free from stain , Well knew the value of a peacefull Reign ; And , looking backward with a wise afright , Saw Seams of wounds , dishonest to the sight : In contemplation of whose ugly Scars , They curst the memory of Civil Wars . The moderate sort of Men , thus qualifi'd , Inclin'd the Ballance to the better side : And , David's mildness manag'd it so well , The bad found no occasion to Rebell . But , when to Sin our byast Nature leans , The carefull Devil is still at hand with means ; And providently Pimps for ill desires ; The Good Old Cause reviv'd , a Plot requires . Plots , true or false , are necessary things , To raise up Common-wealths , and ruine Kings . Th' Inhabitants of old Ierusalem Were Iebusites : the Town so call'd from them ; And their 's the Native right — But when the chosen People grew more strong , The rightfull cause at length became the wrong : And every loss the men of Iebus bore , They still were thought God ' s enemies the more . Thus , worn and weakn'd , well or ill content , Submit they must to David's Government : Impoverish't and depriv'd of all Command , Their Taxes doubled as they lost their Land ; And , what was harder yet to flesh and blood , Their Gods disgrac'd , and burnt like Common Wood. This set the Heathen Priesthood in a flame ; For Priests of all Religions are the same : Of whatsoe'er descent their Godhead be , Stock , Stone , or other homely Pedigree , In his Defence his Servants are as bold , As if he had been born of beaten Gold. The Iewish Rabbins , though their Enemies , In this conclude them honest Men and wise : For 't was their Duty , all the Learned think , T' espouse his Cause by whom they eat and drink . From hence began that Plot , the Nations Curse , Bad in it self , but represented worse . Rais'd in extremes , and in extremes decry'd ; With Oaths affirm'd , with dying Vows deny'd . Not weigh'd , or winnow'd by the Multitude ; But swallow'd in the Mass , unchew'd and crude . Some Truth there was , but dash't and brew'd with Lies , To please the Fools , and puzzle all the Wise. Succeeding Times did equal Folly call , Believing nothing , or believing all . Th' Aegyptian Rites the Iebusites embrac'd ; Where Gods were recommended by their taste . Such sav'ry Deities must needs be good , As serv'd at once for Worship and for Food . By ●orce they could not Introduce these Gods ; For Ten to One , in former days was odds . So Fraud was us'd , ( the Sacrificers Trade , ) Fools are more hard to conquer than Perswade . Their busie Teachers mingled with the Iews ; And rak'd for Converts , even the Court and Stews : Which Hebrew Priests the more unkindly took , Because the Fleece accompanies the Flock . Some thought they God 's Anointed meant to slay By Guns , invented since full many a day : Our Authour swears it not ; but who can know How far the Devil and Iebusites may go ? This Plot , which fail'd for want of common Sense , Had yet a deep and dangerous Consequence : For as when raging Fevers boil the Blood , The standing Lake soon floats into a Floud ; And ev'ry hostile Humour , which before Slept quiet in its Chanels , bubbles o'er : So , several factions from this first Ferment , Work up to Foam , and threat the Government . Some by their Friends , more by themselves thought wise , Oppos'd the Pow'r , to which they could not rise . Some had in Courts been Great , & thrown from thence , Like Fiends , were harden'd in Impenitence . Some , by their Monarch's fatal mercy grown From Pardon'd Rebels , Kinsmen to the Throne ; Were rais'd in Pow'r and publick Office high : Strong Bands , if Bands ungratefull men cou'd tie . Of these the false Achitophel was first : A Name to all succeeding Ages curst . For close Designs , and crooked Counsels fit ; Sagacious , Bold , and Turbulent of wit : Restless , unfixt in Principles and Place ; In Pow'r runpleas'd , impatient of Disgrace . A fiery Soul , which working out its way , Fretted the Pigmy-Body to decay ; And o'er inform'd the Tenement of Clay . A daring Pilot in extremity ; Pleas'd with the Danger , when the Waves went high ▪ He sought the Storms ; but for a Calm unfit , Would Steer to nigh the Sands , to boast his Wit ▪ Great Wits are sure to Madness near ally'd ; And thin Partitions do their Bounds divide ; Else , why should he , with Wealth and Honour blest , Refuse his Age the needfull hours of Rest ? Punish a Body which he cou'd not please ; Bankrupt of Life , yet Prodigal of Ease ? And all to leave , what with his Toil he won , To that unfeather'd , two legg'd thing , a Son : Got , while his Soul did huddl'd Notions try ; And born a shapeless Lump , like Anarchy . In Friendship false , implacable in Hate : Resolv'd to Ruine or to Rule the State. To Compass this , the Triple Bond he broke ; The Pillars of the Publick Safety shook : And fitted Israel for a Foreign Yoke . Then , seiz'd with Fear , yet still affecting Fame , Usurp'd a Patriot's All-attoning Name . So easie still it proves in Factious Times , With publick Zeal to cancell private Crimes : How safe is Treason , and how sacred Ill , Where none can sin against the Peoples Will ? Where Crouds can wink ; and no offence be known , Since in another's guilt they find their own . Yet , Fame deserv'd , no Enemy can grudge ; The Statseman we abhor , but praise the Judge . In Israel's Courts ne'er sat an Abbethdin With more discerning Eyes , or Hands more clean ; Unbrib'd , unsought , the Wretched to redress ; Swift of Dispatch , and easie of Access . Oh , had he been content to serve the Crown , With Virtues onely proper to the Gown ; Or , had the rankness of the Soil been freed From Cockle , that opprest the Noble Seed : David , for him his tunefull Harp had strung , And Heav'n had wanted one Immortal Song . But wild Ambition loves to slide , not stand ; And Fortunes Ice prefers to Virtues Land : Achitophel , grown weary to possess A lawfull Fame , and lazy Happiness ; Disdain'd the Golden Fruit to gather free , And lent the Croud his Arme to shake the Tree . Now , manifest of Crimes , contriv'd long since , He stood at bold Defiance with his Prince : Held up the Buckler of the Peoples Cause , Against the Crown ; and sculk'd behind the Laws ▪ The wish'd occasion of the Plot he takes ; Some Circumstances finds , but more he makes . By buzzing Emissaries , fills the ears Of listning Crouds , with Jealousies and Fears Of Arbitrary Counsels brought to light , And proves the King himself a Iebusite . Weak Arguments ! which yet he knew full well , Were strong with People easie to Rebell . For , govern'd by the Moon , the giddy Iews Tread the same Track when she the Prime renews : And once in twenty Years , their Scribes Record , By natural Instinct they change their Lord ▪ Achitophel still wants a Chief , and none Was found so fit as War-like Absalon : Not , that he wish'd his Greatness to create , ( For Polititians neither love nor hate : ) But , for he knew , his Title not allow'd , Would keep him still depending on the Croud : That Kingly pow'r , thus ebbing out , might be Drawn to the Dregs of a Democracy . Him he attempts , with studied Arts to please , And sheds his Venome , in such words as these . Auspicious Prince , at whose Nativity Some Royal Planet rul'd the Southern Sky ; Thy longing Countries Darling and Desire ; Their cloudy Pillar , and their guardian Fire : Their second Moses , whose extended Wand Divides the Seas , and shews the promis'd Land : Whose dawning Day , in every distant Age , Has excercis'd the Sacred Prophets rage : The Peoples Pray'r , the glad Diviner's Theme , The Young mens Vision , and the Old mens Dream ! Thee , Saviour , Thee , the Nations Vows confess ; And , never satisfi'd with seeing , bless : Swift , unbespoken Pomps , thy steps proclaim , And stammering Babes are taught to lisp thy Name . How long wilt thou the general Joy detain ; Starve , and defraud the People of thy Reign ? Content ingloriously to pass thy days Like one of Virtues Fools that feeds on Praise ; Till thy fresh Glories , which now shine so bright , Grow Stale and Tarnish with our dayly sight . Believe me , Royal Youth , thy Fruit must be , Or gather'd Ripe , or rot upon the Tree . Heav'n , has to all allotted , soon or late , Some lucky Revolution of their Fate : Whose Motions , if we watch and guide with Skill , ( For humane Good depends on humane Will , ) Our Fortune rolls as from a smooth Descent , And , from the first Impression , take the Bent : But , if unseiz'd , she glides away like wind ; And leaves repenting Folly far behind . Now , now she meets you with a glorious prize , And spreads her Locks before her as she flies . Had thus Old David , from whose Loins you Spring Not dar'd , when Fortune call'd him , to be King , At Gath an Exile he might still remain ; And Heaven 's Anointing Oyl had been in vain . Let his successfull Youth your hopes engage ; But shun th' example of Declining Age : Behold him setting in his Western Skies , The shadows lengthning as the Vapours rise . He is not now , as when on Iordan's Sand The joyfull People throng'd to see him Land , Cov'ring the Beech , and blackning all the Strand : But , like the Prince of Angels from his height , Comes tumbling downward with diminish'd light : Betray'd by one poor Plot to publick Scorn : ( Our onely blessing since his curst Return : ) Those heaps of People which one Sheaf did bind , Blown off , and scatter'd by a puff of Wind. What strength can he to your Designs oppose , Naked of Friends , and round beset with Foes ? If Pharaoh's doubtfull Succour he should use , A Foreign Aid wou'd more incense the Iews : Proud Aegypt wou'd dissembled Friendship bring ; Foment the War , but not support the King : Nor wou'd the Royal party e'er unite With Pharaoh's Arms , t' assist the Iebusite ; Or if they shou'd , their Interest soon wou'd break , And , with such odious Aid , make David weak . All sorts of men , by my successfull Arts , Abhorring Kings , estrange their alter'd Hearts From David's Rule : And 't is their general Cry , Religion , Common-wealth , and Liberty . If you , as Champion of the Publick Good , Add to their Arms a Chief of Royal Blood ; What may not Israel hope , and what Applause Might such a General gain by such a Cause ? Not barren Praise alone , that Gaudy Flow'r , Fair onely to the sight , but solid Pow'r : And Nobler is a limited Command , Giv'n by the Love of all your Native Land , Than a successive Title , Long and Dark , Drawn from the Mouldy Rolls of Noah's Ark. What cannot Praise effect in Mighty Minds , When Flattery Sooths , and when Ambition Blinds ! Desire of Pow'r , on Earth a Vitious Weed , Yet , sprung from High , is of Coelestial Seed : In God 't is Glory : And when Men Aspire , 'T is but a Spark too much of Heavenly Fire . Th' Ambitious Youth , too Covetous of Fame , Too full of Angels-Metal in his Frame ; Unwarily was led from Virtues ways ; Made Drunk with Honour , and debauch'd with Praise . Half loath , and half consenting to the Ill , ( For Royal Blood within him struggled still ) He thus Reply'd . — And what Pretence have I To take up Arms for Publick Liberty ? My Father Governs with unquestion'd Right : The Faiths Defender , and Mankinds Delight : Good , Gracious , Just , Observant of the Laws ; And Heav'n by Wonders has espous'd his Cause . Whom has he Wrong'd in all his Peacefull Reign ? Who sues for Justice to his Throne in Vain ? What Millions has he pardon'd of his Foes , Whom Just Revenge did to his Wrath expose ? Mild , Easie , Humble , Studious of our Good ; Enclin'd to Mercy , and averse from Blood. If Mildness ill with Stubborn Israel Suit , His Crime is God ' s beloved Attribute . What could he gain , his People to Betray , Or change his Right , for Arbitrary Sway ? Let Haughty Pharaoh Curse with such a Reign , His Fruitfull Nile , and Yoak a Servile Train . If David's Rule Ierusalem Displease , The Dog star heats their Brains to this Disease . Why then should I , encouraging the Bad , Turn Rebel , and run Popularly Mad ? Were he a Tyrant who , by Lawless Might , Opprest the Iews , and rais'd the Iebusite , Well might I Mourn ; but Natures holy Bands Wou'd Curb my Spirits , and restrain my Hands : The People might assert their Liberty ; But what was Right in them , were Crime in me . His Favour leaves me nothing to require ; Prevents my Wishes , and out-runs Desire ; What more can I expect while David lives ? All but his Kingly Diadem he gives : And that : But there he paus'd ; then Sighing , said , Is Justly destin'd for a Worthier Head. For when my Father from his Toyls shall Rest , And late Augment the Number of the Blest : His Lawfull Issue shall the Throne ascend ; Or the Collat'ral Line where that shall end . His Brother , though Opprest with Vulgar Spight , Yet Dauntless and Secure of Native Right , Of every Royal Virtue stands possest ; Still dear to all the Bravest , and the Best . His Courage Foes , his Friends his Truth Proclaim ; His Loyalty the King , the World his Fame . His Mercy ev'n th' Offending Croud will find ; For sure he comes of a Forgiving Kind . Why should I then Repine at Heavens Decree ; Which gives me no Pretence to Royalty ? Yet oh that Fate , Propitiously Inclin'd , Had rais'd my Birth , or had debas'd my Mind ; To my large Soul , not all her Treasure lent , And then betray'd it to a mean Descent . I find , I find my mounting Spirits Bold , And David's Part disdains my Mothers Mold . Why am I scanted by a Niggard Birth ? My Soul disclaims the Kindred of her Earth ; And , made for Empire , Whispers me within ; Desire of Greatness is a God-like Sin. Him Staggering so when Hells dire Agent found , While fainting Virtue scarce maintain'd her Ground , He pours fresh Forces in , and thus Replies : Th' Eternal God , Supremely Good and Wise , Imparts not these Prodigious Gifts in vain ; What Wonders are Reserv'd to bless your Reign ? Against your will your Arguments have shown , Such Virtue 's onely given to guide a Throne . Not that your Father's Mildness I contemn ; But manly Force becomes the Diadem . 'T is true he grants the People all they crave ; And more perhaps than Subjects ought to have : For Lavish Grants suppose a Monarch tame , And more his goodness than his Wit proclaim . But when should People strive their Bonds to break , If not when Kings are Negligent or Weak ? Let him give on till he can give no more , The Thrifty Sanhedrin shall keep him poor : And every Sheckle which he can receive , Shall cost a Limb of his Prerogative . To ply him with new Plots , shall be my care ; Or plunge him deep in some Expensive War ; Which when his Treasure can no more supply , He must , with the Remains of Kingship , buy His faithfull Friends , our Jealousies and Fears , Call Iebusites ; and Pharaoh's Pensioners : Whom , when our Fury from his Aid has torn , He shall be naked left to publick Scorn . The next Successor , whom I fear and hate , My Arts have made obnoxious to the State ; Turn'd all his Virtues to his Overthrow , And gain'd our Elders to pronounce a Foe . His Right , for Sums of necessary Gold , Shall first be Pawn'd , and afterwards be Sold : Till time shall Ever-wanting David draw , To pass your doubtfull Title into Law : If not ; the People have a Right Supreme To make their Kings ; for Kings are made for them . All Empire is no more than Pow'r in Trust : Which when resum'd , can be no longer Just. Succession , for the general Good design'd , In its own wrong a Nation cannot bind : If altering that , the People can releive , Better one suffer than a Nation grieve . The Iews well know their pow'r : e'er Saul they chose , God was their King , and God they durst Depose . Urge now your Piety , your Filial Name , A Father's Right , and Fear of future Fame ; The Publick Good , that Universal Call , To which even Heav'n submitted , answers all . Nor let his Love Enchant your generous Mind ; 'T is Natures trick to propagate her Kind . Our fond Begetters , who would never die , Love but themselves in their Posterity . Or let his Kindness by th' Effects be try'd , Or let him lay his vain Pretence aside . God said he lov'd your Father ; could he bring A better Proof , than to Anoint him King ? It surely shew'd he lov'd the Shepherd well , Who gave so fair a Flock as Israel . Woud David have you thought his Darling Son ? What means he then , to Alienate the Crown ? The name of Godly he may blush to bear : 'T is after God's own heart to Cheat his Heir . He to his Brother gives Supreme Command ; To you a Legacy of Barren Land : Perhaps th' old Harp on which he thrums his Lays : Or some dull Hebrew Ballad in your Praise . Then the next Heir , a Prince , Severe and Wise , Already looks on you with Jelous Eyes ; Sees through the thin Disguises of your Arts , And markes your Progress in the Peoples Hearts . Though now his mighty Soul its Grief contains ; He meditates Revenge who least complains . And like a Lion , Slumbring in the way , Or Sleep dissembling , while he waits his Prey , His fearless Foes within his Distance draws ; Constrains his Roaring , and Contracts his Paws : Till at the last , his time for Fury found , He shoots with sudden Vengeance from the Ground : The Prostrate Vulgar , passes o'er , and Spares , But with a Lordly Rage , his●Hunters tears . Your Case no tame Expedients will afford : Resolve on Death , or Conquest by the Sword , Which for no less a Stake than Life , you Draw ; And Self-defence is Natures Eldest Law. Leave the warm People no Considering time : For then Rebellion may be thought a Crime . Prevail your self of what Occasion gives , But trie your Title while your Father lives : And , that your Arms may have a fair Pretence , Proclaim , you take them in the King's Defence : Whose Sacred Life each minute would Expose , To Plots , from seeming Friends , and secret Foes . And who can sound the death of David's Soul ? Perhaps his fear , his kindness may Controll . He fears his Brother , though he loves his Son , For plighted Vows too late to be undone . If so , by Force he wishes to be gain'd : Like Womens Leachery , to seem Constrain'd : Doubt not : but , when he most affects the Frown , Commit a pleasing Rape upon the Crown . Secure his Person to secure your Cause ; They who posses the Prince , possess the Laws . He said , And this Advice above the rest , With Absalom's Mild Nature suited best ; Unblam'd of Life , ( Ambition set aside , ) Not stain'd with Cruelty , nor puft with Pride . How happy had he been , if Destiny Had higher plac'd his Birth , or not so high ! His Kingly Virtues might have claim'd a Throne ; And blest all other Countries but his own . But charming Greatness , since so few refuse ; 'T is Juster to Lament him , than Accuse . Strong were his hopes a Rival to remove , With Blandishments to gain the publick Love ; To head the Faction while their Zeal was hot , And Popularly prosecute the Plot. To further this Achitophel Unites The Male-contents of all the Israelites : Whose differing Parties he could wisely Joyn , For several Ends , to serve the same Design . The Best , and of the Princes some were such , Who thought the pow'r of Monarchy too much : Mistaken Men , and Patriots in their Hearts ; Not Wicked , but seduc'd by Impious Arts. By these the Springs of Property were bent , And wound so high , they Crack't the Government . The next for Int'rest sought t' embroil the State , To sell their Duty at a dearer rate ; And make their Iewish Markets of the Throne ; Pretending Publick Good , to serve their own . Others thought Kings an useless heavy Load , Who Cost too much , and did too little Good. These were for laying Honest David by , On Principles of pure good Husbandry . With them joyn'd all th' Haranguers of the Throng , That thought to get Preferment by the Tongue . Who follow next , a double danger bring , Not onely hating David , but the King ; The Solymaean Rout ; well Vers'd of old , In Godly Faction , and in Treason bold ; Cowring and Quaking at a Conqu'ror's Sword , But Lofty to a Lawfull Prince Restor'd ; Saw with Disdain an Ethnick Plot begun , And Scorn'd by Iebusites to be Out●done . Hot Levites Headed these ; who pull'd before From th' Ark , which in the Judges days they bore , Resum'd their Cant , and with a Zealous Crie , Pursu'd their old belov'd Theocracie . Where Sanhedrin and Priest enslav'd the Nation , And justifi'd their Spoils by Inspiration : For who so fit for Reign as Aaron's Race , If once Dominion they could found in Grace ? These led the Pack ; though not of surest scent , Yet deepest mouth'd against the Government . A numerous Host of dreaming Saints succeed ; Of the true old Enthusiastick Breed : 'Gainst Form and Order they their Pow'r employ ; Nothing to Build , and all things to Destroy . But far more numerous was the Herd of such , Who think too little , and who talk too much . These out of mere instinct , they knew not why , Ador'd their Father's God , and Property : And , by the same blind Benefit of Fate , The Devil and the Iebusite did hate : Born to be sav'd , even in their own despight ; Because they could not help believing right . Such were the Tools ; but a whole Hydra more Remains , of sprouting heads too long to score . Some of their Cheifs were Princes of the Land : In the first Rank of these did Zimri stand : A man so various , that he seem'd to be Not one , but all Mankind's Epitome . Stiff in Opinions , always in the wrong ; Was Every thing by starts , and Nothing long ; But , in the course of one revolving Moon , Was Chymist , Fidler , States-Man and Buffoon : Then all for Women , Painting , Rhiming , Drinking ▪ Besides ten thousand Freaks that dy'd in thinking . Blest Madman , who coud every hour employ , With something New to wish , or to enjoy ! Railing and praising were his usual Themes ; And both ( to shew his Judgment ) in Extremes : So over Violent , or over Civil , That every Man , with him , was God or Devil . In squandring Wealth was his peculiar Art : Nothing went unrewarded , but Desert . Beggar'd by Fools , whom still he found too late : He had his Jest , and they had his Estate . He laugh'd himself from Court ; then sought Relief By forming Parties , but could ne'er be Chief : For , spight of him , the weight of Business fell On Absalom , and wise Achitophel : Thus , wicked but in Will , of Means bereft , He left not Faction , but of that was left . Titles and Names 't were tedious to rehearse Of Lords , below the dignity of Verse . Wits , Warriors , Common wealths-men , were the best : Kind Husbands , and mere Nobles all the rest . And therefore , in the name of Dulness , be The well-hung Balaam and cold Caleb free . And Canting Nadab let Oblivion damn , Who made new Porridge for the Paschal Lamb. Let Friendships holy Band some Names assure : Some their own Worth , and some let Scorn secure . Nor shall the Rascal Rabble here have Place , Whom Kings no Titles gave , and God no Grace : Not Bull-fac'd Ionas , who coud Statutes draw To mean Rebellion , and make Treason Law. But he , though bad , is follow'd by a worse , The Wretch , who Heav'ns Anointed dar'd to Curse : Shimei , whose Youth did early Promise bring Of Zeal to God , and Hatred to his King ; Did wisely from Expensive Sins refrain , And never broke the Sabbath , but for Gain : Nor ever was he known an Oath to vent , Or Curse , unless against the Government . Thus , heaping Wealth , by the most ready way Among the Iews , which was to Cheat and Pray ; The City , to reward his pious Hate Against his Master , chose him Magistrate : His Hand a Vare of Justice did uphold ; His Neck was loaded with a Chain of Gold. During his Office , Treason was no Crime . The Sons of Belial had a Glorious Time : For Shimei , though not prodigal of Pelf , Yet lov'd his wicked Neighbour as himself : When two or three were gather'd to Declaim Against the Monarch of Ierusalem , Shimei was always in the midst of them . And , if they Curst the King when he was by , Would rather Curse , than break good Company . If any durst his Factious Friends accuse , He pact a Jury of dissenting Iews : Whose fellow-feeling in the godly Cause , Woud free the suff'ring Saint from Humane Laws . For Laws are onely made to punish those Who serve the King , and to protect his Foes . If any leisure time he had from Pow'r , ( Because 't is Sin to mis-employ an hour : ) His Bus'ness was , by Writing to perswade , That Kings were Useless , and a Clog to Trade : And , that his noble Style he might refine , No Rechabite more shun'd the fumes of Wine . Chaste were his Cellars ; and his Shrieval Board The Grossness of a City Feast abhor'd : His Cooks , with long disuse , their Trade forgot ; Cool was his Kitchin , though his Brains were hot . Such frugal Vertue Malice may accuse ; But sure 't was necessary to the Iews : For Towns once burnt , such Magistrates require As dare not tempt God's Providence by Fire . With Spiritual Food he fed is Servants well , But free from Flesh , that made the Iews rebell : And Moses's Laws he held in more account , For forty days of fasting in the Mount. To speak the rest , who better are forgot , Would tire a well breath'd Witness of the Plot : Yet , Corah , thou shalt from Oblivion pass ; Erect thy self thou Monumental Brass : High as the Serpent of thy Metal made , While Nations stand secure beneath thy shade . What though his birth were base , yet Comets rise From Earthy Vapours e'er they shine in Skies . Prodigious Actions may as well be done By Weaver's Issue , as by Prince's Son. This Arch-Attestor for the Publick Good , By that one Deed Enobles all his Blood. Who ever ask'd the Witnesses high Race , Whose Oath with Martyrdom did Stephen grace ? Ours was a Levite , and as times went then , His Tribe were God Almightie's Gentlemen . Sunk were his Eyes , his Voice was harsh and loud , Sure signs he neither Cholerick was , nor Proud : His long Chin prov'd his Wit ; his Saint-like Grace A Church Vermillion and a Moses's Face . His Memory miraculously great , Coud Plots , exceeding man's belief , repeat ; Which therefore cannot be accounted Lies , For humane Wit coud never such devise . Some future Truths are mingled in his Book ; But where the Witness fail'd , the Prophet spoke : Some things like Visionary flights appear ; The spirit caught him up the Lord knows where : And gave him his Rabinical Degree , Unknown to Foreign University . His Judgment yet his Mem'ry did excell ; Which piec'd his wondrous Evidence so well : And suited to the temper of the Times ; Then groaning under Iebusitick Crimes . Let Israel's Foes suspect his Heav'nly call , And rashly judge his Writ Apocryphal : Our Laws for such affronts have Forfeits made : He takes his Life , who takes away his Trade . Were I my self in Witness Corah's place , The Wretch who did me such a dire disgrace , Shoud whet my memory , though once forgot , To make him an Appendix of my Plot. His Zeal to Heav'n , made him his Prince despise , And load his Person with indignities : But Zeal peculiar privilege affords ; Indulging latitude to Deeds and Words . And Corah might for Agag's Murther call : In terms as course as Samuel us'd to Saul . What others in his Evidence did join , ( The best that coud be had for love or coin , ) In Corah's own predicament will fall : For Witness is a Common Name to all . Surrounded thus with Friends of every sort , Deluded Absalom , forsakes the Court : Impatient of high hopes , urg'd with Renown , And Fir'd with near possession of a Crown : Th' admiring Croud are dazled with surprize , And on his Goodly Person feed their Eyes : His joy conceal'd , he sets himself to show ; On each side bowing popularly low : His looks , his gestures , and his words he frames , And with familiar ease repeats their Names . Thus form'd by Nature , furnisht out with Arts , He glides unfelt into their secret hearts . Then , with a kind compassionating look , And sighs , bespeaking pity e'er he spoke , Few words he said ; but easie those and fit , More slow than Hybla drops , and far more sweet . I mourn , my Country-men , your lost Estate ; Though far unable to prevent your Fate : Behold a banish'd man , for your dear Cause Expos'd a Prey to Arbitrary Laws ! Yet oh ! that I alone coud be undone , Cut off from Empire , and no more a Son ! Now all your Liberties a Spoil are made ; Aegypt and Tyrus intercept your Trade , And Iebusites your Sacred Rites invade . My Father , whom with Reverence yet I name , Charm'd into ease , is careless of his Fame : And brib'd with petty sums of Foreign Gold , Is grown in Bathsheba's Embraces old : Exalts his Enemies , his Friends destroys : And all his pow'r against himself employs . He gives , and let him give my Right away : But why should he his own , and yours betray ? He onely , he can make the Nation bleed , And he alone from my revenge is freed . Take then my Tears ( with that he wip'd his Eyes ) 'T is all the Aid my present pow'r supplies : No Court-Informer can these Arms accuse ; These Arms may Sons against their Fathers use ; And 't is my wish the next Successor's Reign May make no other Israelite complain . Youth , Beauty , Gracefull Action , seldom fail : But Common Interest always will prevail : And Pity never ceases to be shown , To him , who makes the Peoples wrongs his own . The Croud , ( that still believe their Kings oppress , ) With lifted hands their young Messiah bless : Who now begins his progress to ordain ; With Chariots , Horsemen , and a num'rous Train : From East to West his Glories he displays : And , like the Sun , the Promis'd Land surveys . Fame runs before him , as the Morning-Star ; And shouts of Joy salute him from afar : Each house receives him as a Guardian God ; And Consecrates the Place of his abode : But hospitable Treats did most commend Wise Issachar , his wealthy Western Friend . This moving Court , that caught the Peoples Eyes , And seem'd but Pomp , did other Ends disguise : Achitophel had form'd it , with intent To sound the depths , and fathom where it went , The Peoples hearts ; distinguish Friends from Foes ; And trie their strength , before they came to Blows . Yet all was colour'd with a smooth pretence Of specious Love , and Duty to their Prince . Religion , and Redress of Grievances , Two names , that always cheat , and always please , Are often urg'd ; and good King David's life Endanger'd by a Brother and a Wife . Thus in a Pageant Shew , a Plot is made ; And Peace it self is War in Masquerade . Oh foolish Israel ! never warn'd by Ill ! Still the same bait , and circumvented still ! Did ever men forsake their present ease , In midst of Health Imagine a Disease ; Take pains Contingent mischiefs to foresee , Make heirs for Monarchs , and for God decree ? What shall we think ! Can People give away , Both for themselves and Sons , their native Sway ? Then they are left defenceless to the Sword Of each unbounded arbitrary Lord : And Laws are vain , by which we Right enjoy , If Kings unquestion'd can those Laws destroy , Yet if the Croud be Judge of Fit and Just , And Kings are onely Officers in Trust , Then this resuming Cov'nant was declar'd When Kings were made , or is for ever bar'd : If those who gave the Sceptre coud not tie By their own deed their own Posterity , How then coud Adam bind his future Race ? How coud his forfeit on Mankind take place ? Or how coud Heavenly Justice damn us all , Who ne'er consented to our Fathers Fall ? Then Kings are slaves to those whom they command , And Tenants to their Peoples pleasure stand . Add , that the Pow'r for Property allow'd , Is mischievously seated in the Croud : For who can be secure of private Right , If Sovereign Sway may be dissolv'd by Might ? Nor is the Peoples Judgment always true : The Most may err , as grosly as the Few . And faultless Kings run down , by Common Cry , For Vice , Oppression and for Tyranny . What Standard is there in a fickle Rout , Which flowing to the Mark , runs faster out ? Nor onely Crouds , but Sanhedrins may be Infected with this Publick Lunacy : And Share the madness of Rebellious Times , To Murther Monarchs for Imagin'd Crimes . If they may give and take when e'er they please , Not Kings alone , ( the God-heads Images , ) But Government it self at length must fall To Natures State , where all have Right to all . Yet , grant our Lords the People Kings can make , What prudent men a setled Throne woud shake ? For whatsoe'er their Sufferings were before , That Change they Covet makes them suffer more . All others Errours but disturb a Sate ; But Innovation is the Blow of Fate . If ancient Fabricks nod , and threat to fall , To Patch the Flaws , and Buttress up the Wall , Thus far 't is Duty ; but here fix the Mark ; For all beyond it is to touch our Ark. To change Foundations , cast the Frame anew , Is work for Rebels who base Ends pursue : At once Divine and Humane Laws controul ; And mend the Parts by ruine of the Whole . The tampr'ing world is subject to this Curse , To Physick their Disease into a Worse . Now what Relief can Righteous David bring ? How Fatal 't is to be too good a King ! Friends he has few , so high the madness grows ; Who dare be such , must be the Peoples Foes : Yet some there were , ev'n in the worst of days ; Some let me Name , and Naming is to Praise . In this short File Barzillai first appears ; Barzillai crown'd with Honour and with Years : Long since , the rising Rebels he withstood In regions Waste beyond the Iordan's Flood : Unfortunately Brave to buoy the State ; But sinking underneath his Master's Fate : In Exile with his God-like Prince he mourn'd : For him he Suffer'd , and with him Return'd . The Court he practis'd , not the Courtier 's Art : Large was his Wealth , but larger was his Heart : Which , well the Noblest Objects knew to chuse , The Fighting Warriour , and Recording Muse. His Bed coud once a Fruitfull Issue boast ; Now more than half a Father's Name is lost . His Eldest Hope , with every Grace adorn'd , By me ( so Heav'n will have it ) always Mourn'd , And always honour'd , snatch'd in Manhoods prime B'unequal Fates , and Providences crime : Yet not before the Goal of Honour won , All Parts fulfill'd of Subject and of Son ; Swift was the Race , but short the Time to run . Oh Narrow Circle , but of Pow'r Divine , Scanted in Space , but perfect in thy Line ! By Sea , by Land , thy matchless Worth was known ; Arms thy Delight , and War was all thy Own : Thy force , infus'd , the fainting Tyrians prop'd : And haughty Pharaoh found his Fortune stop'd . Oh Ancient Honour , Oh unconquer'd Hand , Whom Foes unpunish'd never coud withstand ! But Israel was unworthy of his Name : Short is the date of all Immoderate Fame . It looks as Heav'n our Ruine had design'd , And durst not trust thy Fortune and thy Mind . Now , free from Earth , thy di●encumbred Soul Mounts up , and leaves behind the Clouds and Starry Pole : From thence thy kindred Legions maist thou bring , To aid the Guardian Angel of thy King. Here stop , my Muse , here cease thy painfull slight ; No Pinions can pursue Immortal height : Tell good Barzillai thou canst sing no more , And tell thy Soul she should have fled before ; Or fled she with his life , and left this Verse To hang on her departed Patron 's Hearse ? Now take thy steepy flight from Heav'n , and see If thou canst find on Earth another He ; Another He would be too hard to find , See then whom thou canst see not far behind . Zadoc the Priest , whom , shunning Pow'r and Place , His lowly mind advanc'd to David's Grace : With him the Sagan of Ierusalem , Of hospitable Soul , and noble Stem ; Him of the Western dome , whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence . The Prophets Sons by such Example led , To Learning and to Lyalty were bred : For Colleges on bounteous Kings depend , And never Rebel was to Arts a Friend . To these succeed the Pillars of the Laws : Who best coud plead , and best can judge a Cause . Next them a train of Loyal Peers ascend , Sharp judging Adriel , the Muses Friend , Himself a Muse : — In Sanhedrins debate True to his Prince ; but not a Slave of State. Whom David's Love with Honours did adorn , That from his disobedient Son were torn . Iotham of piercing Wit , and pregnant Thought : Endu'd by Nature , and by Learning taught To move Assemblies , who but onely try'd The worse a while , then chose the better side : Nor chose alone , but turn'd the Balance too ; So much the weight of one Brave man can doe . Hushai the Friend of David in distress , In publick storms of manly stedfastness ; By Foreign Treaties he inform'd his Youth ; And joyn'd Experience to his Native Truth . His frugal care supply'd the wanting Throne ; Frugal for that , but bounteous of his own : 'T is easie Conduct when Exchequers slow ; But hard the task to manage well the low : For Sovereign Power is too deprest or high , When Kings are forc'd to sell or Crouds to buy . Indulge one labour more , my weary Muse , For Amiel ; who can Amiel's praise refuse ? Of ancient Race by birth , but nobler yet In his own worth , and without Title Great : The Sanhedrin long time as Chief he rul'd , Their Reason Guided , and their Passion cool'd ; So dextrous was he in the Crown 's defence , So form'd to speak a Loyal Nations Sense , That as their Band was Israel's Tribes in small , So fit was he to represent them all . Now rasher Charioteirs the Seat ascend , Whose loose Careirs his steady Skill commend : They , like th' unequal Ruler of the Day , Misguide the Seasons , and mistake the Way ; While he withdrawn at their mad Labour smiles , And safe enjoys the Sabbath of his Toils . These were the chief ; a small but faithfull Band Of Worthies , in the Breach who dar'd to stand , And tempt th' united Fury of the Land. With grief they view'd such powerfull Engines bent , To batter down the Lawfull Government . A numerous Faction with pretended frights , In Sanhedrins to plume the Regal Rights . The true Successor from the Court remov'd : The Plot , by hireling Witnesses , improv'd . These Ills they saw , and as their Duty bound , They shew'd the King the danger of the Wound ; That no Concessions from the Throne woud please ; But Lenitives fomented the Disease : That Absalom , ambitious of the Crown , Was made the Lure to draw the People down : That false Achitophel's pernicious Hate , Had turn'd the Plot to ruine Church and State : The Council violent , the Rabble worse : That S●imei taught Ierusalem to Curse . With all these loads of Injuries opprest , And long revolving in his carefull Breast Th' event of things ; at last , his Patience tir'd , Thus , from his Royal Throne , by Heav'n inspir'd , The God-like David spoke ; with awfull fear His Train their Maker in their Master hear . Thus long have I by Native Mercy sway'd . My wrongs dissembl'd , my Revenge delay'd : So willing to forgive th' Offending Age ; So much the Father did the King asswage . But now so far my Clemency they slight , Th' Offenders question my Forgiving Right . That one was made for many , they contend ; But 't is to Rule , for that 's a Monarch's End. They call my tenderness of Blood , my Fear : Though Manly tempers can the Longest bear . Yet , since they will divert my Native course , 'T is time to shew I am not good by Force . Those heap'd Affronts that haughty Subjects bring , Are Burthens for a Camel , not a King : Kings are the publick Pillars of the State , Born to sustain and prop the Nations weight : If my young Sampson will pretend a Call To shake the Column , let him share the Fall : But , oh , that yet he would repent and live ! How easie 't is for Parents to forgive ! With how few Tears a Pardon might be won From Nature , pleading for a Darling Son ! Poor , pitied Youth , by my Paternal care , Rais'd up to all the height his Frame coud bear : Had God ordain'd his Fate for Empire Born , He woud have giv'n his Soul another turn : Gull'd with a Patriot's name , whose Modern sense Is one that woud by Law supplant his Prince : The Peoples Brave , the Politicians Tool ; Never was Patriot yet , but was a Fool. Whence comes it that Religion and the Laws , Should more be Absalom's than David's Cause ? His old Instructor , e'er he lost his Place , Was never thought indu'd with so much Grace . Good Heav'ns , how Faction can a Patriot Paint ! My Rebel ever proves my Peoples Saint : Woud They impose an Heir upon the Throne ? Let Sanhedrins be taught to give their Own. A King 's at least a part of Government ; And mine as requisite as their Consent : Without my leave a future King to choose , Infers a Right the Present to Depose : True , they petition me t' approve their Choice : But Esau's Hands suit ill with Iacob's Voice . My Pious Subjects for my Safety pray , Which to secure , they take my Pow'r away . From Plots and Treasons Heav'n preserve my Years , But save me most from my Petitioners . Unsatiate as the barren Womb or Grave ; God cannot Grant so much as they can Crave . What then is left , but with a Jealous Eye To guard the Small Remains of Royalty ? The Law shall still direct my peacefull Sway , And the Same Law teach Rebels to obey : Votes shall no more Establish'd Pow'r controll , Such Votes as make a Part exceed the Whole : No groundless Clamours shall my Friends remove , Nor Crouds have Pow'r to punish e'er they Prove : For Gods , and God-like Kings their Care express , Still to defend their Servants in distress . Oh , that my Pow'r to Saving were confin'd ! Why am I forc'd , like Heav'n , against my mind , To make Examples of another Kind ? Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw ? Oh , curs'd Effects of necessary Law ! How ill my Fear they by my Mercy scan , Beware the Fury of a Patient Man. Law they require , let Law then shew her Face ; They could not be content to look on Grace Her Hinder Parts , but with a daring Eye To tempt the terrour of her Front , and Die. By their own Arts , 't is Righteously Decreed , Those dire Artificers of Death shall bleed . Against themselves their Witnesses will Swear , Till , Viper-like , their Mother Plot they tear : And suck for Nutriment that bloody gore Which was their Principle of Life before . Their Belial with their Beelzebub will fight ; Thus on my Foes , my Foes shall doe me Right : Nor doubt th' event : for Factious Crouds engage In their first Onset , all their Brutal Rage . Then let 'em take an unresisted Course : Retire and Traverse , and Delude their Force : But when they stand all Breathless , urge the Fight , And rise upon 'em with redoubled might : For Lawfull Pow'r is still Superiour found , When long driv'n back , at length it stands the ground . He said . Th' Almighty nodding gave consent ; And Peals of Thunder shook the Firmament . Henceforth a Series of new time began , The mighty Years in long Procession ran : Once more the God-like David was Restor'd , And willing Nations knew their Lawfull Lord. FINIS . The Medall . A SATYRE AGAINST SEDITION . By the Author of Absalom and Achitophel . Per Graiûm populos , mediaeque per Elidis Vrbem Ibat ovans ; Divúmque sibi poscebat Honores . The Second Edition . LONDON , Printed for Iacob Tonson , at the Iudge's - Head in Chancery-lane , near Fleet-street . 1683. EPISTLE To the WHIGS . FOR to whom can I dedicate this Poem , with so much justice , as to you ? 'T is the representation of your own Heroe : 't is the Picture drawn at length , which you admire and prize so much in little . None of your Ornaments are wanting ; neither the Landscap of the Tower , nor the Rising Sun ; nor the Anno Domini of your New Sovereign's Coronation . This must needs be a gratefull undertaking to your whole Party : especially to those who have not been so happy as to purchase the Original . I hear the Graver has made a good Market of it : all his Kings are bought up already ; or the value of the remainder so inhanc'd , that many a poor Polander , who would be glad to worship the Image , is not able to go to the cost of him : But must be content to see him here . I must confess I am no great Artist ; but Sign-post painting will serve the turn to remember a Friend by ; especially when better is not to be had . Yet for your comfort the lineaments are true : and though he sate not five times to me , as he did to B. yet I have consulted History ; as the Italian Painters do , when they wou'd draw a Nero or a Caligula ; though they have not seen the Man , they can help their Imagination by a Statue of him , and find out the Colouring from Suetonius and Tacitus . Truth is , you might have spar'd one side of your Medall : the Head wou'd be seen to more advantage , if it were plac'd on a Spike of the Tower ; a little nearer to the Sun. Which wou'd then break out to better purpose . You tell us in your Preface to the No-protestant Plot , that you shall be forc'd hereafter to leave off your Modesty : I suppose you mean that little which is left you : for it was worn to wrags when you put out this Medall . Never was there practis'd such a piece of notorious Impudence in the face of an Establish'd Government . I believe , when he is dead , you will wear him in Thumb-Rings , as the Turks did Scanderbeg ; as if there were virtue in his Bones to preserve you against Monarchy . Yet all this while you pretend not onely zeal for the Publick good , but a due veneration for the person of the King. But all men , who can see an inch before them , may easily detect those gross fallacies . That it is necessary for men in your circumstances to pretend both , is granted you ; for without them there could be no ground to raise a Faction . But I would ask you one civil question , what right has any man among you , or any Association of men , ( to come nearer to you , ) who out of Parliament , cannot be consider'd in a publick Capacity , to meet , as you daily do , in Factious Clubs , to vilify the Government , in your Discourses , and to libel it in all your Writings ? who made you Iudges in Israel ? or how is it consistent with your Zeal of the publick Welfare , to promote Sedition ? Does your definition of loyal , which is to serve the King according to the Laws , allow you the licence of traducing the Executive Power , with which you own he is invested ? You complain that his Majesty has lost the love and confidence of his People ; and by your very urging it , you endeavour what in you lies , to make him lose them . All good Subjects abhor the thought of Arbitrary Power , whether it be in one or many : if you were the Patriots you would seem , you would not at this rate incense the Multitudè to assume it ; for no sober man can fear it , either from the King's Disposition , or his Practice ; or even , where you would odiously lay it , from his Ministers . Give us leave to enjoy the Government and the benefit of Laws under which we were born , and which we desire to transmit to our Posterity . You are not the Trustees of the publick Liberty : and if you have not right to petition in a Crdoud , much less have you to intermeddle in the management of Affairs ; or to arraign what you do not like : which in effect is every thing that is done by the King and Council . Can you imagine that any reasonable man will believe you respect the person of his Majesty , when 't is apparent that you Seditious Pamphlets are stuff'd with particular Reflexions on him ? If you have the confidence to deny this , 't is easy to be evinc'd from a thousand Passages , which I onely forbear to quote , because I desire they should die and be forgotten . I have perus'd many of your Papers ; and to shew you that I have , the third part of your No-protestant Plot is much of it stoln from your dead Authour's Pamphlet call'd , the Growth of Popery ; as manifestly as Milton's defence of the English People , is from Buchanan , de jure regni apud Scotos : or your first Covenant , and new Association , from the holy League of the French Guisards . Any one who reads Davila , may trace your Practices all along . There were the same pretences for Reformation , and Loyalty , the same Aspersions of the King , and the same grounds of a Rebellion . I know not whether you will take the Historian's word , who says it was reported , that Poltrot a Hugonot , murther'd Francis Duke of Guise by the instigations of Theodore Beza : or that it was a Hugonot Minister , otherwise call'd a Presbyterian , ( for our Church abhors so devilish a Tenet ) who first writ a Treatise of the lawfullness of deposing and murthering Kings , of a different Perswasion in Religion : But I am able to prove from the Doctrine of Calvin , and Principles of Buchanan , that they set the People above the Magistrate ; which if I mistake not , is your own Fundamental ; and which carries your Loyalty no farther than your likeing . When a Vote of the House of Commons goes on your side , you are as ready to observe it , as if it were pass'd into a Law : But when you are pinch'd with any former , and yet unrepealed Act of Parliament , you declare that in same cases , you will not be oblig'd by it . The Passage is in the same third part of the No-protestant Plot ; and is too plain to be denied . The late Copy of your intended Association ▪ you neither wholly justify nor condemn ; But , as the Papists , when they are unoppos'd , fly out into all the Pageantries of Worship ; but in times of War , when they are hard press'd by Arguments , lie close intrench'd behind the Council of Trent : So , now , when your Affairs are in a low condition , you dare not pretend that to be a legal Combination , but whensoever you are afloat , I doubt not but it will be maintain'd and justify'd to purpose . For indeed there is nothing to defend it but the Sword : 't is the proper time to say any thing , when men have all things in their power . In the mean time you wou'd fain be nibbling at a parallel betwixt this Association , and that in the time of Queen Elizabeth . But there is this small difference betwixt them , that the ends of one are directly opposite to the other : one with the Queen ' s approbation , and conjunction , as head of it ; the other without either the consent , or knowledge of the King , against whose Authority it is manifestly design'd . Therefore you doe well to have recourse to your last Evasion , that it was contriv'd by your Enemies , and shuffled into the Papers that were seiz'd : which yet you see the Nation is not so easy to believe as your own Iury ; But the matter is not difficult , to find twelve men in New-gate , who wou'd acquit a Malefactour . I have one onely favour to desire of you at parting , that when you think of answering this Poem , you wou'd employ the same Pens against it , who have combated with so much success against Absalom and Achitophel : for then you may assure your selves of a clear Victory , without the least reply . Raile at me abundantly ; and , not to break a Custome , doe it without wit : By this method you will gain a considerable point , which is wholly to wave the answer of my Arguments . Never own the botome of your Principles , for fear they shou'd be Treason . Fall severely on the miscarriages of Government ; for if scandal be not allow'd , you are no freeborn subjects . If God has not bless'd you with the Talent of Rhiming , make use of my poor Stock and wellcome : let your Verses run upon my feet : and for the utmost refuge of notorious Blockheads , reduc'd to the last extremity of sense , turn my own lines upon me , and in utter despair of your own Satyre , make me Satyrize my self . Some of you have been driven to this Bay already ; But above all the rest commend me to the Non-conformist Parson , who writ the Whip and Key . I am affraid it is not read so much as the Piece deserves , because the Bookseller is every week crying help at the end of his Gazette , to get it off . You see I am charitable enough to doe him a kindness , that it may be publish'd as well as printed ; and that so much skill in Hebrew Derivations , may not lie for Wast-paper in the Shop . Yet I half suspect he went no farther for his learning , than the Index of Hebrew Names and Etymologies , which are printed at the end of some English Bibles . If Achitophel signify the Brother of a Fool , the Authour of that Poem will pass with his Readers for the next of kin . And perhaps 't is the Relation that makes the kindness . Whatever the Verses are ; buy 'em up I beseech you out of pity ; for I hear the Conventicle is shut up , and the Brother of Achitophel out of service . Now Footmen , you know , have the generosity to make a Purse , for a Member of their Society , who has had his Livery pull'd over his Ears : and even Protestant Socks are bought up among you , out of veneration to the name . A Dissenter in Poetry from Sense and English , will make as good a Protestant Rhymer , as a Dissenter from the Church of England a Protestant Parson . Besides , if you encourage a young Beginner , who knows but he may elevate his style a little , above the vulgar Epithets of prophane , and sawcy Iack , and Atheistick Scribler , with which he treats me , when the fit of Enthusiasm is strong upon him : by which well-manner'd and charitable Expressions , I was certain of his Sect , before I knew his name . What wou'd you have more of a man ? he has damn'd me in your Cause from Genesis to the Revelations : And has half the Texts of both the Testaments against me , if you will be so civil to your selves as to take him for your Interpreter ; and not to take them for Irish Witnesses . After all , perhaps you will tell me , that you retain'd him onely for the opening of your Cause , and that your main Lawyer is yet behind . Now if it so happen he meet with no more reply than his Predecessours , you may either conclude , that I trust to the goodness of my Cause , or fear my Adversary , or disdain him , or what you please , for the short on 't is , 't is indifferent to your humble servant , whatever your Party says or thinks of him . UPON THE AUTHOUR Of the Following POEM . ONCE more our awfull Poet Arms , t' engage The threatning Hydra-Faction of the Age : Once more prepares his dreadfull Pen to wield , And ev'ry Muse attends him to the Field : By Art and Nature for this Task design'd , Yet modestly the Fight He long declin'd ; Forbore the Torrent of his Verse to pour , Nor loos'd his Satyre till the needfull Hour : His Sov'reign's Right by Patience half betray'd , Wak'd his Avenging Genius to it's Aid . Blest Muse , whose Wit with such a Cause was Crown'd , And blest the Cause that such a Champion found . With chosen Verse upon the Foe he falls , And black Sedition in each Quarter galls ; Yet , like a Prince with Subjects forc't t' engage , Secure of Conquest He rebates his Rage ; His Fury not without Distinction sheds , Hurls mortal Bolts but on devoted Heads : To less infected Members gentle found , Or spares , or else pours Balm into the Wound . Such Gen'rous Grace th' ingratefull Tribe abuse , And trespass on the Mercy of his Muse ; Their wretched dogrell Rhimers forth they bring To Snarle and Bark against the Poets King ; A Crew , that scandalize the Nation more Than all their Treason-canting Priests before ! On these He scarce vouchsafes a scornfull smile , But on their Pow'rfull Patrons turns his Style . A Style so keen , as ev'n from Faction draws The vital Poyson , stabs to th' Heart their Cause . Take then , great Bard , what Tribute we can raise ; Accept our Thanks , for you transcend our Praise . TO THE UNKNOWN AUTHOUR Of the Following POEM , And that of ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL . THUS pious ignorance , with dubious praise , Altars of old to Gods unknown did raise ; They knew not the lov'd Deity , they knew Divine effects a cause Divine bid shew ; Nor can we doubt , when such these Numbers are , Such is their cause , thô the worst Muse shall dare Their sacred worth in humble Verse declare . As gentle Thames charm'd with thy tunefull Song Glides in a peacefull Majesty along ; No rebel Stone , no lofty Bank does brave The easie passage of his silent wave , So , sacred Poet , so thy Numbers flow , Sinewy , yet mild as happy Lovers woe ; Strong , yet harmonious too as Planets move , Yet soft as Down upon the Wings of Love ; How sweet does Vertue in your dress appear ? How much more charming , when much less severe ? Whilst you our senses harmlesly beguile , With all th' allurements of your happy Style ; Y' insinuate Loyalty with kind deceit , And into sense th' unthinking Many cheat : So the sweet Thracian with his charming lyre Into rude Nature virtue did inspire ; So he the savage herd to reason drew , Yet scarce so sweet , so charmingly as you : Oh , that you would with some such powerfull Charm , Enervate Albion to just valour warm ! Whether much suffering Charles shall Theme afford , Or the great Deeds of God-like Iames's Sword ; Again fair Gallia might be ours , again Another Fleet might pass the subject Main ; Another Edward lead the Britains on , Or such an Ossory as you did moan ; While in such Numbers you , in such a strain , Inflame their courage , and reward their pain . Let false Achitophel the rout engage , Talk easie Absalom to rebel rage ; Let frugal Shimei curse in holy Zeal , Or modest Corah more new Plots reveal ; Whilst constant to himself , secure of fate , Good David still maintains the Royal State ; Thô each in vain such various ills employs , Firmly he stands , and even those ills enjoys ; Firm as fair Albion midst the raging Main Surveys encircling danger with disdain . In vain the Waves assault the unmov'd shore , In vain the Winds with mingled fury rore , Fair Albion's beauteous Cliffs shine whiter than before . Nor shalt thou move , thô Hell thy fall conspire , Thô the worse rage of Zeal's Fanatick Fire ; Thou best , thou greatest of the British race , Thou onely fit to fill Great Charles his place . Ah wretched Britains ! ah too stubborn Isle ! Ah stiff-neck't Israel on blest Canaan's soyl ! Are those dear proofs of Heaven's Indulgence vain , Restoring David and his gentle Reign ? Is it in vain thou all the Goods dost know Auspicious Stars on Mortals shed below , While all thy streams with Milk , thy Lands with Honey flow ? No more , fond Isle ! no more thy self engage , In civil fury , and intestine rage ; No rebel Zeal thy duteous Land molest , But a smooth Calm sooth every peacefull breast , While in such Charming notes Divinely sings , The best of Poets , of the best of Kings . The Medall . A SATYRE AGAINST SEDITION . OF all our Antick Sights , and Pageantry Which English Idiots run in crouds to see , The Polish Medall bears the prize alone : A Monster more the Favourite of the Town Than either Fairs or Theatres have shown . Never did Art so well with Nature strive ; Nor ever Idol seem'd so much alive : So like the Man ; so golden to the sight , So base within , so counterfeit and light . One side is fill'd with Title and with Face ; And , lest the King shou'd want a regal Place , On the reverse , a Tow'r the Town surveys ; O'er which our mounting Sun his beams displays . The Word , pronounc'd aloud by Shrieval voice , Loetamur , which , in Polish , is rejoyce . The Day , Month , Year , to the great Act are join'd : And a new Canting Holiday design'd . Five daies he sate , for every cast and look ; Four more than God to finish Adam took . But who can tell what Essence Angels are , Or how long Heav'n was making Lucifer ? Oh , cou'd the Style that copy'd every grace , And plough'd such furrows for an Eunuch face , Cou'd it have form'd his ever-changing Will , The various Piece had tir'd the Graver's Skill ! A Martial Heroe first , with early care , Blown , like a Pigmee by the Winds , to war. A beardless Chief , a Rebel , e'er a Man : ( So young his hatred to his Prince began . ) Next this , ( How wildly will Ambition steer ! ) A Vermin , wriggling in th' Usurper's Ear. Bart'ring his venal wit for sums of gold He cast himself into the Saint-like mould ; Groan'd , sigh'd and pray'd , while Godliness was gain ; The lowdest Bagpipe of the Squeaking Train . But , as 't is hard to cheat a Juggler's Eyes , His open lewdness he cou'd ne'er disguise . There split the Saint : for Hypocritique Zeal Allows no Sins but those it can conceal . Whoring to Scandal gives too large a scope : Saints must not trade ; but they may interlope . Th' ungodly Principle was all the same ; But a gross Cheat betrays his Partner's Game . Besides , their pace was formal , grave and slack : His nimble Wit out-ran the heavy Pack . Yet still he found his Fortune at a stay ; Whole droves of Blockheads choaking up his way ; They took , but not rewarded , his advice ; Villain and Wit exact a double price . Pow'r was his aym : but , thrown from that pretence , The Wretch turn'd loyal in his own defence ; And Malice reconcil'd him to his Prince . Him , in the anguish of his Soul he serv'd ; Rewarded faster still than he deserv'd . Behold him now exalted into trust ; His Counsel's oft convenient , seldom just . Ev'n in the most sincere advice he gave He had a grudging still to be a Knave . The Frauds he learnt in his Fanatique years Made him uneasy in his lawfull gears . At best as little honest as he cou'd : And , like white Witches , mischievously good . To his first byass , longingly he leans ; And rather wou'd be great by wicked means . Thus , fram'd for ill , he loos'd our Triple hold ; ( Advice unsafe , precipitous , and bold . ) From hence those tears ! that Ilium of our woe ! Who helps a pow'rfull Friend , fore-arms a Foe . What wonder if the Waves prevail so far When He cut down the Banks that made the bar ? Seas follow but their Nature to invade ; But he by Art our native Strength betray'd . So Sampson to his Foe his force confest ; And , to be shorn , lay slumb'ring on her breast . But , when this fatal Counsel , found too late , Expos'd its Authour to the publique hate ; When his just Sovereign , by no impious way , Cou'd be seduc'd to Arbitrary sway ; Forsaken of that hope , he shifts the sayle ; Drives down the Current with a pop'lar gale ; And shews the Fiend confess'd without a vaile . He preaches to the Crowd , that Pow'r is lent , But not convey'd to Kingly Government ; That Claimes successive bear no binding force ; That Coronation Oaths are things of course ; Maintains the Multitude can never err ; And sets the People in the Papal Chair . The reason 's obvious ; Int'rest never lyes ; The most have still their Int'rest in their eyes ; The pow'r is always theirs , and pow'r is ever wise . Almighty Crowd , thou shorten'st all dispute ; Power is thy Essence ; Wit thy Attribute ! Nor Faith nor Reason make thee at a stay , Thou leapst o'er all eternal truths , in thy Pindarique way ! ) Athens , no doubt , did righteously decide , When Phocion and when Socrates were try'd : As righteously they did those dooms repent , Still they were wise , what ever way they went. Crowds err not , though to both extremes they run ; To kill the Father , and recall the Son. Some think the Fools were most , as times went then ; But now the World 's o'er stock'd with prudent men . The common Cry is ev'n Religion's Test ; The Turk's is , at Constantinople , best ; Idols in India , Popery at Rome ; And our own Worship onely true at home . And true , but for the time , 't is hard to know How long we please it shall continue so . This side to day , and that to morrow burns ; So all are God a'mighties in their turns . A Tempting Doctrine , plausible and new : What Fools our Fathers were , if this be true ! Who , to destroy the seeds of Civil War , Inherent right in Monarchs did declare : And , that a lawfull Pow'r might never cease , Secur'd Succession , to secure our Peace . Thus Property and Sovereign Sway , at last In equal Balances were justly cast : But this new Iehu spurs the hot mouth'd horse ; Instructs the Beast to know his native force ; To take the Bit between his teeth and fly To the next headlong Steep of Anarchy . Too happy England , if our good we knew ; Wou'd we possess the freedom we pursue ! The lavish Government can give no more : Yet we repine ; and plenty makes us poor . God try'd us once ; our Rebel-fathers fought ; He glutted 'em with all the pow'r they sought : Till , master'd by their own usurping Brave , The free born Subject sunk into a Slave . We loath our Manna , and we long for Quails ; Ah , what is man , when his own wish prevails ! How rash , how swift to plunge himself in ill ; Proud of his Pow'r , and boundless in his Will ! That Kings can doe no wrong we must believe : None can they doe , and must they all receive ? Help Heaven ! or sadly we shall see an hour , When neither wrong nor right are in their pow'r ! Already they have lost their best defence , The benefit of Laws , which they dispence . No justice to their righteous Cause allow'd ; But baffled by an Arbitrary Crowd . And Medalls grav'd , their Conquest to record , The Stamp and Coyn of their adopted Lord. The Man who laugh'd but once , to see an Ass Mumbling to make the cross-grain'd Thistles pass ; Might laugh again , to see a Jury chaw The prickles of unpalatable Law. The witnesses , that , Leech-like , liv'd on bloud , Sucking for them were med'cinally good ; But , when they fasten'd on their fester'd Sore , Then , Justice and Religion they forswore ; Their Maiden Oaths debauch'd into a Whore. Thus Men are rais'd by Factions , and decry'd ; And Rogue and Saint distinguish'd by their Side . They rack ev'n Scripture to confess their Cause ; And plead a Call to preach , in spight of Laws . But that 's no news to the poor injur'd Page , It has been us'd as ill in every Age ; And is constrain'd , with patience , all to take ; For what defence can Greek and Hebrew make ? Happy who can this talking Trumpet seize ; They make it speak whatever Sense they please ! T was fram'd , at first , our Oracle t' enquire ; But , since our Sects in prophecy grow higher , The Text inspires not them ; but they the Text inspire . London , thou great Emporium of our Isle , O , thou too bounteous , thou too fruitfull Nile , How shall I praise or cure to thy desert ! Or separate thy sound , from thy corrupted part ! I call'd thee Nile ; the parallel will stand : Thy tydes of Wealth o'erflow the fatten'd Land ; Yet Monsters from thy large increase we find , Engender'd on the Slyme thou leav'st behind . Sedition has not wholly seiz'd on thee ; Thy nobler Parts are from infection free . Of Israel's Tribes thou hast a numerous band ; But still the Canaanite is in the Land. Thy military Chiefs are brave and true ; Nor are thy disinchanted Burghers few . The Head is loyal which thy Heart commands ; But what 's a Head with two such gouty Hands ? The wise and wealthy love the surest way ; And are content to thrive and to obey . But Wisedom is to Sloath too great a Slave ; None are so busie as the Fool and Knave . Those let me curse ; what vengeance will they urge , Whose Ordures neither Plague nor Fire can purge ; Nor sharp experience can to duty bring , Nor angry Heaven , nor a forgiving King ! In Gospel phrase their Chapmen they betray : Their Shops are Dens , the Buyer is their Prey . The Knack of Trades is living on the Spoil ; They boast e'en when each other they beguile . Customs to steal is such a trivial thing , That 't is their Charter to defraud their King. All hands unite of every jarring Sect ; They cheat the Country first , and then infect . They , for God's Cause their Monarchs dare dethrone ; And they 'll be sure to make his Cause their own . Whether the plotting Jesuite lay'd the plan Of murth'ring Kings , or the French Puritan , Our Sacrilegious Sects their Guides outgo ; And Kings and Kingly Pow'r wou'd murther too . What means their Trait'rous Combination less , Too plain t' evade , too shamefull to confess . But Treason is not own'd when t is descry'd ; Successfull Crimes alone are justify'd . The Men , who no Conspiracy wou'd find , Who doubts , but had it taken , they had join'd . Join'd , in a mutual Cov'nant of defence ; At first without , at last against their Prince . If Sovereign Right by Sovereign Pow'r they scan , The same bold Maxime holds in God and Man : God were not safe , his Thunder cou'd they shun He shou'd be forc'd to crown another Son. Thus , when the Heir was from the Vineyard thrown , The rich Possession was the Murth'rers own . In vain to Sophistry they have recourse : By proving theirs no Plot , they prove 't is worse ; Unmask'd Rebellion , and audacious Force . Which , though not Actual , yet all Eyes may see T is working , in th' immediate Pow'r to be ; For , from pretended Grievances they rise , First to dislike , and after to despise . Then , Cyclop-like in humane Flesh to deal ; Chop up a Minister , at every meal ; Perhaps not wholly to melt down the King ; But clip his regal rights within the Ring . From thence , t'assume the pow'r of Peace and War ; And ease him by degrees of publique Care. Yet , to consult his Dignity and Fame , He shou'd have leave to exercise the Name ; And hold the Cards , while Commons play'd the game . For what can Pow'r give more than Food and Drink , To live at ease , and not be bound to think ? These are the cooler methods of the Crime ; But their hot Zealots think 't is loss of time : On utmost bounds of Loyalty they stand , And grinn and whet like a Croatian Band ; That waits impatient for the last Command . Thus Out-laws open Villany maintain ; They steal not , but in Squadrons scoure the Plain : And , if their Pow'r the Passengers subdue ; The Most have right , the wrong is in the Few . Such impious Axiomes foolishly they show ; For , in some Soils Republiques will not grow : Our Temp'rate Isle will no extremes sustain , Of pop'lar Sway , or Arbitrary Reign : But slides between them both into the best ; Secure in freedom , in a Monarch blest . And though the Climate , vex't with various Winds , Works through our yielding Bodies , on our Minds , The wholsome Tempest purges what it breeds ; To recommend the Calmness that succeeds . But thou , the Pander of the Peoples hearts , ( O Crooked Soul , and Serpentine in Arts , ) Whose blandishments a Loyal Land have whor'd , And broke the Bonds she plighted to her Lord ; What Curses on thy blasted Name will fall ! Which Age to Age their Legacy shall call ; For all must curse the Woes that must descend on all . Religion thou hast none : thy Mercury Has pass'd through every Sect , or theirs through Thee . But what thou giv'st , that Venom still remains ; And the pox'd Nation feels Thee in their Brains . What else inspires the Tongues , and swells the Breasts Of all thy bellowing Renegado Priests , That preach up Thee for God ; dispence thy Laws ; And with thy Stumm serment their fainting Cause ? Fresh Fumes of Madness raise ; and toile and sweat To make the formidable Cripple great . Yet , shou'd thy Crimes succeed , shou'd lawless Pow'r Compass those Ends thy greedy Hopes devour , Thy Canting Friends thy Mortal Foes wou'd be ; Thy God and Theirs will never long agree . For thine , ( if thou hast any , ) must be one That lets the World and Humane-Kind alone : A jolly God , that passes hours too well To promise Heav'n , or threaten us with Hell. That unconcern'd can at Rebellion sit ; And Wink at Crimes he did himself commit . A Tyrant theirs ; the Heav'n their Priesthood paints A Conventicle of gloomy sullen Saints ; A Heav'n , like Bedlam , slovenly and sad ; Fore-doom'd for Souls , with false Religion mad . Without a Vision Poets can fore-shew What all but Fools , by common Sense may know : If true Succession from our Isle shou'd fail , And Crowds profane , with impious Arms prevail , Not thou , nor those thy Factious Arts ingage Shall reap that Harvest of Rebellious Rage , With which thou flatter'st thy decrepit Age. The swelling Poison of the sev'ral Sects , Which wanting vent , the Nations Health infects Shall burst its Bag ; and fighting out their way The various Venoms on each other prey . The Presbyter , puft up with spiritual Pride , Shall on the Necks of the lewd Nobles ride : His Brethren damn , the Civil Pow'r defy ; And parcel out Republique Prelacy . But short shall be his Reign : his rigid Yoke And Tyrant Pow'r will puny Sects provoke ; And Frogs and Toads , and all the Tadpole Train Crane . Will croak to Heav'n for help , from this devouring The Cut-throat Sword and clamorous Gown shall jar , In sharing their ill-gotten Spoils of War : Chiefs shall be grudg'd the part which they pretend , Lords envy Lords , and Friends with every Friend About their impious Merit shall contend . The surly Commons shall respect deny ; And justle Peerage out with Property . Their Gen'ral either shall his Trust betray , And force the Crowd to Arbitrary sway ; Or they suspecting his ambitious Aim , In hate of Kings shall cast anew the Frame ; And thrust out Collatine that bore their Name . Thus inborn Broils the Factions wou'd ingage ; Or Wars of Exil'd Heirs , or Foreign Rage , Till halting Vengeance overtook our Age : And our wild Labours , wearied into Rest , Reclin'd us on a rightfull Monarch's Breast . — Pudet haec opprobria , vobis Et dici potuisse , & non potuisse refelli . THE END SEVERAL OF Ovid's Elegies , BOOK I. ELEGY the FIRST . Englished By Mr. Cooper . IN lofty Strains , said I , some mighty thing , Of Arms and War I mean to Sing ; In equal Numbers , let the Verses meet , Like the Action , brave and great . But Love untoward still , and still perverse Was seen to laugh and maim my Verse ; And th' latter line , thô near of that same Kind , Is forc'd to limp and hault behind . Poets the Muses should obey , not thee ; Who gave thee then this Tyranny ? Who did to th' cruel Boy the power permit Both to Command us , and our Wit ? The pointed Spear soft Venus should not move ; Nor warlike Pallas deal in Love ; Upon the Mountains Ceres should not reign ; Nor should Diana Till the plain ; Nor should Apollo come to the bloudy fray ; Or Mars upon the Harp to play : Too large thy Empire , and too great thy power ; Does thy Ambition aim at more ? Wouldst thou the Muses too Controll , vain Boy ; Nor let their King his Harp Enjoy ? To loftier things , said I , my thoughts I raise Than Boy 's or viler Woman's praise : In vain I strove to Sing of lofty things , He Lur'd me down and Clipt my Wings ; Yet froward I , and Stubborn still remain'd , And struggl'd much and much Complain'd ; With that his Stout and well-strong Bow he bent , From thence a mighty Arrow sent . Strong was the fatal Bow , the Arrow fleet , And now ( vain Man ! ) said he now write . Ah me ! the Bow was strong , the Arrow sure , Witness the torments I endure . Against such force what Man can keep the Field ? I yeild , Great God , cry'd I , I yeild : At thy Command , dread Conquerer , to Sing Or any way , or any thing . ELEGY the SECOND . Englished By Mr. Creech . AH me ! why am I so uneasie grown ? Ah why so restless on my Bed of down ? Why do I wish to sleep , but wish in vain ? Why am I all the tedious night in pain ? What cause is this that ease that rest denies ? And why my words break forth in gentle sighs ? Sure I should know if Love had fixt his Dart , Or creeps he softly in with treacherous Art , And then grows Tyrant there and wounds the Heart ? T is so , the shaft sticks deep and galls my Breast , T is Tyrant Love , that robs my thoughts of rest ! Well , shall I tamely yield , or must I fight ? I 'll yield , t is patience makes a burthen light : A shaken Torch grows fierce , and Sparks arise , But , if unmov'd , the fire looks pale and dyes . The hard mouth'd Horse smarts for his fierce disdain , The Gentle 's riden with a looser rein . Love smooths the Gentle , but the fierce reclaims ; He fires their Breasts , and fills their Souls with flames . I yield , Great Love , my former Crimes forgive , Forget my Rebel thoughts , and let me live : No need of force , I willingly obey , And now unarm'd , shall prove no glorious Prey . Go take thy Mothers Doves , thy myrtle Crown , And , for thy Chariot , Mars shall lend his Own ; There thou shalt sit in thy triumphant pride , And , whilst glad shouts resound on every side , Thy gentle hands thy Mothers Doves shall Guide . And there , to make thy Glorious Pomp and State , A Train of sighing Youths and Maids shall wait , Yet none Complains of an unhappy fate . There newly conquer'd I , still fresh my wound , Will march along , my hands with Myrtle bound ; There modestly with Vails thrown o'er her Face , Now doubly blushing at her own disgrace ; There sober thoughts , and whatsoe'er disdains Love's rule , shall feel his power and bear his chains : Then all shall fear , all bow , yet all rejoice , Io Triumphe be the publick Voice . Thy constant Guards , soft fancy , hope , and fear , Anger and soft Caresses shall be there : By these strong Guards are Men and Gods o'erthrown , These Conquer for thee , Love , and these alone : Thy Mother from the Sky , thy Pomp shall grace , And scatter sweetest Roses in thy Face : There glorious Love shall ride , profusely drest With all the richest Jewels of the East : Rich Gemms thy Quiver and thy Wheels infold , And hide the poorness of the baser Gold. Then thou shalt conquer many , then thy Darts Shall scatter thousand wounds on tender Hearts : Thy shafts themselves will fly , thy neighbouring fire Will catch mens breasts and kindle warm desire . Thus conquering Bacchus looks in Indian Groves , He drawn by Tygers , Thou by murmuring Doves . Well then , since I too can encrease thy train , Spend not thy force on me and rage in vain ; Look on thy Kinsman Caesar's happy slaves , The same victorious Arm that conquers saves . ELEGY the FOURTH . Instructions to his Mrs. how to behave her self at Supper before her Husband . Englished By Sir Ch. Scrope . SInce to constrain our Joys , that ill-bred , rude , Familiar thing your Husband will intrude ; For a Just Judgment may th' unwelcome Guest At this Nights lucky Supper eat his last . How shall I then with patience stand by , While my Corinna gives another Joy ? His wanton hands in her soft bosome warms , And feels about her Neck his clasping Arms ? Oh torturing Sight ! but since it must be so , Be kind and learn what t is I 'de have you doe . Come first , be sure , for thô the place may prove Unfit for all we wish , 't will shew your Love. When call'd to Table you demurely go , Gently in passing touch my hand or toe . Mark all my Actions well , observe my Eye , My speaking Signs , and to each Sign reply . If I doe ought of which you would complain , Upon your Elbow languishingly lean . But if your pleas'd with what I doe or say , Steal me a smile and snatch your Eyes away . When you reflect on our past secret Joys , Hold modestly your Fann before your Eyes : And when your nauseous Husband tedious grows , Your lifted hands with scornfull anger close ; As if you call'd for vengeance from above Upon that dull Impediment to Love. A thousand skilfull ways we 'll find to shew Our mutual Love , which none but we shall know . I 'll watch the parting Glass , when e'er you drink , And where your Lips have toucht it kiss the brink . Like still the Dish that in your reach does stand , Taking the Plate I so may feel your hand . But what he recomends to you to eat Coyly refuse , as if you loath'd the meat ; Nor let his Matrimonial right appear By any ill-tim'd household Freedom there . Let not his fulsome Armes imbrace your waste , Nor lolling head upon your bosome rest . One kiss would streight make all my passion known , And my fierce Eyes with rage would claim their own . Yet what thus passes will be done i' th light , But Oh! the Joys that may be kept from sight ; Legs lockt in Legs , thighs pressing thighs , and all The wanton Spells that up Loves fury call . These cunning Arts which I so oft have us'd Make me now fear to be my self abus'd . To clear my doubts , so far your chair remove As may prevent th' Intelligence of Love. Put him in mind of pledging every health , And let the tutor'd Page add wine by stealth ; The Sot grown drunk we easier may retire , And doe as the Occasion shall inspire . But after all , how small ( alas ) the gains , Will be , for which we take such mighty pains ! Torn from my Arms , you must go home to bed , And leave your poor forsaken Lover dead ; Cruel divorce ! Enough to break my heart , Without you promise this , before you part . When my blest Rival , goes to reap his Joy , Receive him so as may the bliss destroy : Let not the least kind mark of Love escape , But all be duly and a lawfull Rape ; So deadly cold and void of all desire , That like a Charm , it may put out his fire . But if compell'd , you should at last comply , When we meet next , besure you all deny . ELEGY the FIFTH . Englished By Mr. Duke . 'T Was Noon , when I scorch'd with the double fire Of the hot Sun , and my more hot desire , Stretcht on my downey Couch at ease was laid , Bigg with Expectance of the lovely Maid . The Curtains but half drawn , a light let in , Such as in Shades of thickest Groves is seen ; Such as remains , when the Sun flies away , Or when Night 's gone , and yet it is not day . This light to modest Maids must be allow'd , Where shame may hope its guilty head to Shrowd . And now my Love Corinna , did appear , Loose on her Neck fell her divided hair ; Loose as her flowing Gown , that wanton'd in the air . In such a Garb , with such a grace and mein , To her Rich bed came the Asyrian Queen . So Lais look't , when all the Youth of Greece With adoration did her charms confess . Her envious Gown to pull away , I try'd , But she resisted still , and still deny'd ; But so resisted , that she seem'd to be Unwilling to obtain the Victory . So I at last , an easie Conquest had , Whilst my fair Combatant her self betray'd : But when she naked stood before my Eyes , Gods ! with what charms did she my Soul surprise ? What Snowy Arms did I both see and ●eel ? With what rich globes did her soft bosome swell ? Plump , as ripe Clusters , rose each glowing breast , Courting the hand , and suing to be prest ! What a smooth plain , was on her Belly spread ? Where thousand little Loves , and Graces play'd ! What Thighs ! What Legs ! But why strive I in vain , Each Limb , each grace , each feature to explain ? One beauty did through her whole Body shine , I saw , admir'd , and prest it close to mine . The rest , who knows not ? Thus intranc'd we lay , Till in each others Arms we dy'd away ; O give me such a Noon ( y● Gods ) to every day . ELEGY the EIGHTH . He Curses a Bawd , for going about to debauch his Mistress . Englished By Sir Ch. Sidly . THere is a Bawd renown'd in Venus Wars , And dreadfull still with honourable scars : Her youth and beauty , craft and guile supply Sworn Foe to all degrees of Chastity . Dypsas , who first taught Love-sick Maids the way To cheat the Bridegroom on the Wedding day . And then a hundred subtile tricks devis'd , Wherewith the Amorous Theft might be disguis'd . Of Pigeons-blood , squeez'd from the panting heart , With Surfeit-water , to contract the part , She knows the Use : whilst the good man betray'd , With eager Arms huggs the false bleeding Maid . Of herbs and Spells she tries the Guilty Force , The poyson of a Mare that goes to Horse . Cleaving the Midnight Air upon a Switch , Some for a Bawd , most take her for a Witch . Each Morning sees her reeling to her Bed , Her native Blew o'ercome with drunken red . Her ready tongue ne'er wants an usefull lie , Soft moving words , nor Charming flattery . Thus I o'erheard her to my Lucia speak , Young Damon's heart wilt thou for ever break ? He long has lov'd thee , and by me he sends To learn thy motions , which he still attends . If to the Park thou go , the Plays are ill ; If to the Plays , he thinks the Air wou'd kill . The other day he gaz'd upon thy Face , As he wou'd grow a Statue in the place ; And who indeed does not ? like a new Star , Beauty like thine strikes Wonders from afar . Alas , methinks thou art ill-drest to night , This Point's too poor ; thy Necklace is not right . This Gown was by some botching Taylor made , It spoils thy Shape ; this Fucus is ill laid . Hear me , and be as happy as thou' rt fair , Damon is rich , and what thou wantst can spare . Like thine his Face , like thine his Eyes are thought , Wou'd he not buy , he might himself be bought . Fair Lucia blusht ; It is a sign of Grace , Dypsas reply'd , that Red becomes thy Face . All Lovers now by what they give are weigh'd , And she is best belov'd that is best paid . The Sun-burnt Latines , in old Tatius Reign , Did to one man perhaps their Love restrain . Venus in her Aeneas City rules , And all adore her Deity , but Fools . Go on , ye Fair , Chaste onely let such live , As none will ask , and know not how to give . How prettily you frown ? But I 'll speak on , Hear me , another day 't will be your own . Vertuous Penelope is said t' have try'd , With a strong Bow , each lusty Lover's side . Nor did Lucretia kill herself for rage , But Love of Tarquin , in that colder Age. To the young Prince she vow'd , ne'er more to joyn In dull Embraces with her Collatine . To keep her word she dy'd — Life steals away , and our best hours are gone , E'er the true Use , or worth of them , be known . Things long neglected of themselves decay , What we forbear time rudely makes his prey . Beauty is best preserv'd by Exercise , Nor for that Task can one or few suffice . Wou'dst thou grow rich , thou must from many take From one 't were hard continually to rake . Without new Gowns , and Coaches , who can live ? What does thy Poet , but new Verses give ? A Poet , the last thing that Earth does breed , Whose Wit , for Sixpence , any one may reade . Him that will give , to Homer I prefer , To give is an ingenious thing I swear . Despise not any can a present make , It matters not from whom , but what we take . Nor with the sound of Titles be thou caught , For nothing can with empty Names be bought . Hang the poor Lover , and his Pedigree , The thriving Merchant , or fat Judge give me . If any beardless Stripling ask a Night , And think thee paid with mutual delight ; Bid him go earn thy price among the men , And when he has it , come to thee again . Love truly none , but seem in Love with all , And at old friends to thy new Lover rail . Sometimes deny , 't will Appetite procure ; The sharp-set Hawks will stoop to any Lure . Then grant again , lest he a habit get Of living from thee , but be sure thou let No empty Lover in : murmur sometimes , And as first hurt , reproach him with thy Crimes . Seem jealous , when thou 'st been thy self to blame , 'T will stop his mouth , if thou the first complain . All thou hast done be ready to forswear , For Lovers Oaths fair Venus has no Ear. Whilst he is with thee , let some Woman bring Some Indian Stuff , or Foreign pretious thing ; Which thou must say thou want'st , and he must buy , Though for it Six months hence in Gaol he lye . Thy Mother , Sister , Brother , and thy Nurse , Must have a pull each at thy Lover's Purse . Let him from Rivals never be secure , That hope once gone , Love will not long endure . Shew him the presents by those Rivals sent , So shall his bounty thy request prevent . When he will give no more , ask him to lend , If he want money , find a trusting Friend . Get Hangings , Cabinets , a Looking-glass , Or any thing for which his word will pass . Practise these Rules , thou 'lt find the benefit ; I lost my Beauty e'er I got this wit. I at that word stept from behind the door , And scarce my Nails from her thin Ceeks forbore . Her few Grey hairs in rage I vow'd to pull , And thrust her drunken Eyes into her Skull . Poor in a Dungeons bottom mayst thou rot , Dye with a blow with thy beloved Pot , No Brandy , and Eternal thirst thy Lot. SEVERAL OF Ovid's Elegies , BOOK II. ELEGY the FIFTH . To his false Mistress . Englished By Sir Ch. Sidly . CVpid , begon ! who wou'd on thee rely , And thus at every moment wish to dye ? Death is my wish , when on thy guilt I think , ( Thy faithless guilt ) at which I fain wou'd wink . False Maid , thou various torment of my life , Thou flying pleasure , and thou lasting grief ; No doubtfull Letters thy lost faith accuse , Nor private gifts , thou mightst with ease excuse Such proofs , one word of thine might overcome ; Why is my cause so good , and thou so dumb ? Happy 's the man that 's handsomely deceiv'd , Whose Mistress swears and lies , and is believ'd . These Eyes beheld thee , when thou thoughst me gone In books and signs ( nor yet in those alone ) Conveying the glad message of thy Love To that gay , vain , dull Fopp that sate above . I knew the Language soon , what could be hid From Lovers Eyes of all ye said or did ? When others rose , I saw thee Dart a kiss , The wanton prelude to a farther bliss : Not such as Wives to their cold Husbands give , But such as hot Adulterers receive . Such as might kindle frozen appetite , And fire even wasted nature with delight . What art thou mad , I cry'd , before my face , To steal my wealth , and my new Rival grace ? I 'll rise and seize my own upon the place . These soft endearments should not farther go , But be the secret treasure of us two , How comes this third in for a share I 'd know ? This , and what more my grief inspir'd , I said ; Her face she cover'd with a Conscious red : Like a Cloud guilded by the rising Sun , Or Virgin newly by her Love undone . Those very blushes pleas'd , when she cast down Her lovely Eyes , with a disdainfull frown . Disdain became her , looking on the Earth , Sad were her looks , but Charming above mirth . I could have kill'd my self , or him , or her , Scarce did my rage her tender Cheeks forbear : When I beheld her Face my anger cool'd , I felt my self to a mere Lover fool'd . I , who but now so fierce , grow tame and sue , With such a kiss we might our Love renew . She smil'd and gave me one might Iove disarm , And from his hand the brandisht Thunder charm . 'T was worse than death , to think my Rival knew Such Joys as till that hour to me were new . She gave much better kisses than I taught , And something strange was in each touch me-thought . They pleas'd me but too well , and thou didst tongue , With too much art and skill , for one so young : Nor is this all , though I of this complain , Nor should I for a kiss be so in pain : But thine cou'd never but in Bed be taught , I fear how dear thou hast thy Knowledge bought . ELEGY the SIXTH . Englished By Mr. Creech . ALas , poor Poll , my Indian talker dyes ! Go Birds , and celebrate his Obsequies . Go Birds , and beat your Breasts , your Faces tear , And pluck your gaudy plumes , instead of hair . Let dolefull Tunes the frighted Forests wound , And your sad Notes supply the Trumpets sound . Why Philomel dost mourn , the Thracian rage ? It is enough , thy Grief at last asswage ; His Crimson faults are now grown white with Age. Now mourn this Bird , the Cause of all thy woe Was great 't is true , but it was long ago . Mourn all ye wing'd Inhabitants of Air , But you , my Turtle , take the greatest share ! You two liv'd constant Friends , and free from strife , Your kindness was intire , and long as life . What Pylades to his Orestes vow'd , To thee , poor Poll , thy friendly Turtle show'd , And kept his Love as long as Fate allow'd . But ah , what did thy Faith , thy Plumes and Tail , And what thy pretty Speaking-art avail ? And what that thou wert given , and pleas'd my Miss , Since now the Birds unhappy Glory dyes ? A lovely verdant Green grac't every Quill , The deepest vivid Red did paint thy Bill : In speaking thou didst every Bird excell , None pratled , and none lisp't the words so well . 'T was envy onely sent this fierce Disease , Thou wert averse to War , and liv'dst in peace , A talking harmless thing , and lov'dst thine Ease . The fighting Quails still live midst all their strife , And even that , perhaps , prolongs their Life . Thy Meat was little , and thy pratling tongue Would ne'er permit thee make thy Dinner long : Plain Fountain-water all thy drink allow'd , And Nut , and Poppy-seed , were all thy Food . The preying Vultures , and the Kites remain , And the unlucky Crow still caws for Rain . The Chough still lives , midst fierce Minerva's hate , And scarce nine hundred years conclude her Fate . But my poor Poll now hangs his sickly head , My Poll , my present from the East , is dead . Best things are soonest snatcht by covetous Fate , To worse she freely gives a longer date . Thersites brave Achilles Fate surviv'd ; And Hector fell , whilst all his Brothers liv'd . Why should I tell , what Vows Corinna made ? How oft she beg'd thy Life , how oft she pray'd ? The Seventh-day came , and now the Fates begin , To end the thread , they had no more to Spin. Yet still he talkt , and when death nearer drew , His last breath said , Corinna , now Adieu . There is a shady Cypress Grove below , And thither ( if such doubtfull things we know ) The Ghosts of pious Birds departed go . 'T is water'd well , and verdant all the year , And Birds obscene do never enter there : There harmless Swans securely take their rest , And there the single Phoenix builds her nest . Proud Peacocks there display their gaudy Train , And billing Turtles Coo o'er all the plain . To these dark shades my Parrot's soul shall go , And with his Talk divert the Birds below . Whilst here his bones enjoy a Noble Grave , A little Marble and an Epitaph : In talking I did every Bird excell , And my Tomb proves my Mistress lov'd me well . ELEGY the SEVENTH . He protests that he had never any thing to doe with the Chamber-maid . Englished By Mr. Creech . ANd must I still be guilty , still untrue , And when old crims are purg'd still charg'd with new ? What tho' at last my Cause I clearly gain ? Yet I 'm asham'd to strive so oft in vain , And when the Prize will scarce reward the pain . If at the Play I in Fop-corner sit , And with a squinting Eye glote o'er the pit , Or View the Boxes , you begin to fear , And fansie streight some Rival Beauty there ; If any looks on me , you think you spy A private Assignation in her Eye , A silent soft discourse in every Grace , And Tongues in all the Features of her Face . If I praise any one , you tear your hair , Shew frantick Tricks , and rage with wild Despair . If discommend , O then 't is all Deceit , I strive to Cloak my Passion by the Cheat : If I look well , I then neglect your Charms , Lye dull and lazy in your active Arms ; If weak my voice , if pale my Looks appear , O then I languish for another Fair. Would I did sin , and you with Cause complain , For when we strive to shun , yet strive in vain , 'T is Comfort sure to have deserv'd the pain . But sure fond Fancies now such heats engage , Your credulous peevish humour spoils your Rage ; In frequent Chidings I no force can see , You frown too often to prevail with me : The Ass grows dull by Stripes , the constant blow Beats off his briskness , and he moves but slow . But now I 'm lavish of my kind Embrace , And Moll forsooth supplies her Lady's place ! Kind Love forbid that I should stoop so low , What , unto mean ignoble Beauties bow ? A Chamber-maid ! no Faith , my Love flyes high , My Quarry is a Miss of Quality . Fy , who would clasp a Slave , who joy to feel Her hands of Iron , and her sides of Steel ? 'T will damp an eager thought , 't will check my mind To feel those knubs the Lash hath left behind . Besides she dresses well , with lovely grace , She sets thy Tour , and does adorn thy Face ; Thy natural Beauty all her Arts improve , And make me more enamour'd of my Love : Then why should I tempt her ? and why betray Thy usefull Slave , and have her turn'd away ? I swear by Venus , by Love's darts and Bow , A desperate Oath , you must believe me now ; I am not guilty , I 've not broke my Vow . ELEGY the EIGHTH . Englished By Mr. Creech . To Corinna's Chamber-maid . DEar skilfull Betty , who dost far excell My Lady 's other Maids in dressing well : Dear Betty , fit to be preferr'd above To Iuno's Chamber , or the Queen of Love ; Gentile , well bred , not rustically coy , Not easie to deny desired Joy. Through whose soft Eyes still secret wishes shine , Fit for thy Mistress Use , but more for mine ; Who , Betty , did the fatal Secret see , Who told Corinna , you were kind to me ? Yet when she child me for my kind Embrace , Did any guilty Blush spread o'er my Face ? Did I betray thee , Maid , or could she spy The least Confession in my conscious Eye ? Not that I think it a disgrace to prove Stoln sweets , or make a Chamber-maid my Love. Achilles wanton'd in Briseis Armes ; Atrides bow'd to fair Cassandra's Charms . Sure I am less than these , then what can bring Disgrace to me , that so became a King ? But when she lookt on you , poor harmless Maid You blusht , and all the kind Intrigue betray'd : Yet still I vow'd , I made a stout defence , I swore , and lookt as bold as Innocence : Damme , I gad , all that , and let me dye ; Kind Venus , do not hear my perjury , Kind Venus , stop thy Ears when Lovers lye . Now , Betty , how will you my Oaths requite ? Come prethee le ts compound for more delight , Faith I am easie , and but ask a Night . What! Start at the proposal ? how ! deny ? Pretend fond Fears of a Discovery ? Refuse lest some sad Chance the thing betray ? Is this your kind , your damn'd Obliging way ? Well , deny on , I 'll lye , I 'll swear no more , Corinna now shall know thou art a Whore ; I 'll tell since you my fair Address forbid , How often , when , and where , and what we did . ELEGY the EIGHTH . Englished By Another Hand . To his Mistress's Maid . THou to whom ev'ry Artfull dress is known , Fit to attend on Goddesses alone , Whom I in stoln delights have found so free , Fit for your Mistress , but more fit for Me : Tell me , O tell the false Discoverers Of our past Joys , and all our tender hours . Yet did I blush ? Or did my Language move The least Suspicion of our conscious Love ? What thô I tax'd the man with want of sense , Whose generous Love cou'd with the Maid dispence ? Did not Achilles fair Briseis love , And Greece's King his Captive's Vassal prove ? Am I then greater than brave Peleus Son , That I should scorn the thing which Kings have done ? But when on you she fix't her angry Eyes , Your Cheeks confest the Crime your Tongue denies . While my more settl'd Soul the Fact disproves , And makes the Gods the Patrons of our Loves . ( But O ye Gods forgive the Injury , And spare so sweet , so harmless Perjury . ) Then what Reward is to such Service due ? Be kind , my Dear , and let 's our Joys renew . Ingratefull Maid ! can you here feign delay ? More than my Passion , shall her Anger sway ? Should your nice Folly still deny Access , I 'll turn Informer , and my self confess ; E'en where we were , how oft , and what was done , Both to your Mistress , and the World I 'll own . ELEGY the NINTH . Englished By the late Earl of Rochester . To Love. O Love how cold and slow to take my part , Thou idle wanderer about my heart ? Why thy old faithfull Souldier wilt thou see Opprest in thy own Tents ? they murther me . Thy Flames consume , thy Arrows pierce thy friends , Rather on foes pursue more noble ends . Achilles Sword would certainly bestow A cure as certain , as it gave the blow . Hunters who follow flying Game , give o'er When the prey 's caught , hopes still lead on before . We thine own slaves feel thy Tyrannick blows , Whilst thy tame hand 's unmov'd against thy foes . On men disarm'd how can you gallant prove ? And I was long ago disarm'd by Love. Millions of dull men live , and scornfull Maids , We 'll own Love valiant when he these invades . Rome from each corner of the wide World snatch't A Laurel , or 't had been to this day thatcht . But the old Souldier has his resting place , And the good batter'd Horse is turn'd to Grass . The harrast Whore , who liv'd a wretch to please , Has leave to be a Bawd , and take her ease . For me then who have truely spent my bloud ( Love ) in thy service and so boldly stood In Celia's trenches , wer 't not wisely done E'en to retire and live at peace at home ? No — might I gain a Godhead to disclaim My glorious Title to my endless Flame , Divinity with scorn I would forswear , Such sweet dear tempting Devils Women are . When e'er those flames grow faint , I quickly find A fierce black storm pour down upon my mind ; Headlong I 'm hurl'd like horsemen , who in vain Their ( fury flaming ) Coursers would restrain ; As Ships just when the harbour they attain Are snatcht by sudden blasts to Sea again ; So Loves fantastick storms reduce my heart Half rescu'd , and the God resumes his dart . Strike here , this undefended bosome wound , And for so brave a Conquest be renown'd . Shasts fly so fast to me from every part , You 'll scarce discern the Quiver from my heart . What wretch can bear a live-long Nights dull rest , Or think himself in lazy slumbers blest ? Fool — is not sleep the Image of pale Death , There 's time for rest when Fate hath stopt your breath . Me may my soft deluding Dear deceive , I 'm happy in my hopes while I believe : Now let her flatter , then as fondly chide , Often may I enjoy , oft be deny'd . With doubtfull steps the God of War does move , By thy Example in Ambiguous Love. Blown to and fro , like Down from thy own Wing , Who knows when Joy or Anguish thou wilt bring ? Yet at thy Mother's and thy slaves request , Fix an eternal Empire in my breast : And let th' inconstant charming Sex , Whose wilfull scorn does Lovers vex , Submit their hearts before thy Throne , The Vassal world is then thy own . ELEGY the TWELVTH . Englished By Mr. Creech . TRiumphant Laurels round my Temples twine , I 'm Victor now , my dear Corinna's mine . As she was hard to get , a carefull spy , A Door well barr'd , and jealous Husband's Eye Long time preserv'd her troublesome Chastity . Now I deserve a Crown , I briskly woo'd , And won my Prey without a drop of Bloud : 'T was not a petty Town with Gates and Bars , ( Those little Trophies of our meaner Wars ; ) No 't was a Whore , a lovely Whore I took , I won her by a Song , and by a Look . When Ten years ruin'd Troy , how mean a Name Atrides got ? how small his share of Fame ? But none pretends a part in what I won , The Victory 's mine , the Glory all my own . I in this Conquest was the General , The Souldier , Engine , Horse and Foot , and all . Fortune and lucky Chance can claim no share , Come Triumph gotten by my single Care. I fought , as most have done , for Miss , and Love , For Helen , Europe , and all Asia strove : The Centaures rudely threw their Tables o'er , And spilt their Wine , and boxt to get a Whore : The Trojans thô they once had lost their Troy , Yet fought to get their Lord another Joy : The Romans too did venture all their Lives , And stoutly fought their Fathers for their Wives . For one fair Cow I 've seen two Bulls engage , Whilst she stands by , and looks , and heats their rage . Ev'n I ( for Cupid says he 'll have it so . ) As most men are , must be his Souldier too . Yet I no bloudy Conquerer shall prove , My Quarrels will be Kindness , Wars be Love. ELEGY the NINETEENTH . Englished By Mr. Dryden . IF for thy self thou wilt not watch thy Whore , Watch her for me that I may love her more ; What comes with ease we nauseously receive , Who but a Sot wou'd scorn to love with leave ? With hopes and fears my Flames are blown up higher , Make me despair , and then I can desire . Give me a Jilt to tease my Jealous mind , Deceits are Vertues in the Female kind . Corinna my Fantastick humour knew , Play'd trick for trick , and kept her self still new : She , that next night I might the sharper come , Fell out with me , and sent me fasting home ; Or some pretence to lye alone wou'd take , When e'er she pleas'd her head and teeth wou'd ake : Till having won me to the highest strain , She took occasion to be sweet again . With what a Gust , ye Gods , we then imbrac'd ! How every kiss was dearer than the last ! Thou whom I now adore be edify'd , Take care that I may often be deny'd . Forget the promis'd hour , or feign some fright , Make me lye rough on Bulks each other Night . These are the Arts that best secure thy reign , And this the Food that must my Fires maintain . Gross easie Love does like gross diet , pall , In squeasie Stomachs Honey turns to Gall. Had Danae not been kept in brazen Tow'rs , Iove had not thought her worth his Golden Show'rs . When Iuno to a Cow turn'd Io's Shape , The Watchman helpt her to a second Leap. Let him who loves an easie Whetstone Whore , Pluck leaves from Trees , and drink the Common Shore . The Jilting Harlot strikes the surest blow , A truth which I by sad Experience know . The kind poor constant Creature we despise , Man but pursues the Quarry while it flies . But thou dull Husband of a Wife too fair ; Stand on thy Guard , and watch the pretious Ware ; If creaking Doors , or barking Dogs thou hear , Or Windows scratcht , suspect a Rival there ; An Orange-wench wou'd tempt thy Wife abroad , Kick her , for she 's a Letter-bearing Bawd : In short be Jealous as the Devil in Hell ; And set my Wit on work to cheat thee well . The sneaking City Cuckold is my Foe , I scorn to strike , but when he Wards the blow . Look to thy hits , and leave off thy Conniving , I 'll be no Drudge to any Wittall living ; I have been patient and forborn thee long , In hope thou wou'dst not pocket up thy wrong : If no Affront can rouse thee , understand I 'll take no more Indulgence at thy hand . What , ne'er to be forbid thy House and Wife ! Damn him who loves to lead so dull a life . Now I can neither sigh , nor whine , nor pray , All those occasions thou hast ta'ne away . Why art thou so incorrigibly Civil ? Doe somewhat I may wish thee at the Devil . For shame be no Accomplice in my Treason , A Pimping Husband is too much in reason . Once more wear horns before I quite forsake her , In hopes whereof I rest thy Cuckold-maker . SEVERAL OF Ovid's Elegies , BOOK III. ELEGY the FOURTH . To A Man that lockt up his Wife . Englished By Sir Ch. Sedley . VEx not thy self and her , vain Man , since all By their own Vice , or Vertue stand or fall . She 's truely chaste and worthy of that name , Who hates the ill , as well as fears the shame : And that vile Woman whom restraint keeps in Though she forbear the Act , has done the Sin. Spies , Locks and Bolts may keep her brutal part , But thou' rt an odious Cuckold in her heart . They that have Freedom use it least , and so The power of ill does the design o'erthrow . Provoke not Vice by a too harsh restraint , Sick men long most to drink , who know they may'nt . The fiery Courser , whom no Art can stay Or rugged force , does o●t fair means obey : And he that did the rudest Arme disdain , Submits with Quiet to the looser rein . An hundred Eyes had Argos , yet the while One silly Maid did all those Eyes beguile . Danae though shut within a brasen Tower , Felt the Male virtue of the Golden shower : But chaste Penelope , le●t to her own will And free disposal , never thought of ill ; She to her absent Lord preserv'd her truth , For all th' Addresses of the smoother Youth . What 's rarely seen our fancy magnifies , Permitted pleasure who does not despise ? They Care provokes beyond her Face , and more Men strive to make the Cuckold , than the Whore. They 're wondrous charms we think , and long to know , That in a Wise inchant a Husband so : Rage , Swear and Curse , no matter , shee alone Pleases who sighs and cryes I am undone ; But could thy Spies say we have kept her chaste ? Good Servants then but an ill Wife thou hast . Who fears to be a Cuckold is a Clown , Not worthy to partake of this lewd Town ; Where it is monstrous to be fair and Chaste , And not one Inch of either Sex lies waste . Wouldst thou be happy ? with her ways comply , And in her Case lay poynts of honour by : The Friendship she begins wisely improve , And a fair Wife gets one a world of Love : So shalt thou wellcome be to Every treat , Live high , not pay , and never run in debt . ELEGY the FIFTH . Ovid's Dream . 'T Was night , and sleep had clos'd my wearied eyes When dreadfull Visions did my Soul surprise . Under an open Hill I dreamt there stood A stately visionary Oaken Wood ; Which flocks of Birds continually receives In to the Shady Covert of its leaves : Beyond a Meadow lay to sleeping view , Which murmuring Waters constantly bedew ; The pleasant Virdure of th' extended Plain Those murmuring Waters constantly maintain . Within the Wood I thought my self to shade From Heat , but Heat did even the Woods invade ; When Lo ! a Cow , imaginary white , Did seem to feed within my fancy's sight ; With a promiscuous Bite she did devour The tender Herb mixt with the springing Flower ; The purest Fleece of silent Waters ne'er Cou'd boast a White that cou'd with Hers compare , When fresh , un●ulli'd , on the Earth it lay , And was not melted by too long a stay ; Nay whiter far than Milk squeez'd from the Tett , That seem'd to quit the Udder with regret , Whilst murmuring Bubbles wrinkle its smooth Face , Being rudely forc'd to leave its native place . By Her a Bull , her happy Lover , fed , And they together made the Earth their Bed ; But as He lay and recall'd herbs did eat , And feast on his before digested meat , The Lover seem'd with heavy sleep oppress'd , And did incline his horney Head to rest : Mean time a Crow , that cut the yielding air , Th' Occasion took , and thither did repair ; By the white Cow the wing'd Ill-Omen stood , And with new Passion fir'd her wanton blood : Thrice with his saucy Beak her breast did gore , And from her Neck her silver Hair he tore ; She seem'd her Mate and Pasture loath to leave , ( Yet on her Breast a spot I did perceive ) And when far off she grazing did espy Another Herd , I 'm sure they graz'd not nigh , To them she went , thinking relief might be In fresher Pasture , and fresh Company . Tell me , O tell me , ye that can reveal The fatal Truths that boding Dreams conceal , What 's thus obscurely to my Fancy brought In Hieroglyphicks made of sleeping Thought ? So I. So did th' experienc'd Augur say , Who did each Circumstance exactly weigh . The scorching Heat that you so vainly strove T' exclude with Leaves , was your prevailing Love. The Cow your Mistress was ; for what cou'd be By such a lovely Creature meant but She ? The Bull her happy Yoke-fellow , and Mate , Did figure you in your unrival'd state . The Crow that seem'd the Heifers Breast to gore Was a damn'd Bawd that urg'd her to turn Whore. Your Mistress as she left you did bemoan You in a Widow'd Bed left cold , alone . The Spot on her white Breast , I fear , will be A sign of violated Chastity . Thus spake the wise Interpreter , when I , Pale with Despair and Grief , resolv'd to dye : Had not the Vision , that did wound my Sight , Kindly dissolv'd into the shades of Night . ELEGY the SIXTH . To a River , as he was going to his Mistress . Englished By Mr. Rimer . THy course , thy noble course a while forbear , I am in haste now going to my Dear : Thy banks how rich , thy Stream how worthy praise ! Alas my haste ! sweet River , let me pass . No Bridges here , no Ferry , not an Oar , Or Rope to hawl me to the farther shoar ? I have remembred thee a little one , Who now with all this floud com'st blundring down . Did I refuse my Sleep , my Wine , my Friend , To spurr along , and must I here attend ? No art to help me to my Journeys end ! Ye Lapland powers , make me so far a Witch , I may a-stride get over on a switch . Oh for some Griffin , or that flying Horse , Or any Monster to assist my Course : I wish his art that mounted to the Moon , In shorter journey wou'd my job be done . Why rave I for what crack-brain'd Bards devise , Or name their lewd unconscionable lyes ? Good River , let me find thy courtesie , Keep within bounds , and mayst thou ne'er be dry . Thou can'st not think it such a mighty boast , A Torrent has a gentle Lover crost . Rivers shou'd rather take the Lovers side ; Rivers themselves Love's wondrous power have try'd . 'T was on this score Inachus , pale and wan , Sickly , and green into the Ocean ran : Long before Troy the ten-years siege did fear , Thou , Xanthus , thou Neara's chains didst wear , Ask Achelöus who his horns did drub , Streight he complains of Hercules's club . For Calydon , for all Aetolia Was then contested such outrageous fray ? ( It neither was for Gold , nor yet for Fee ) Deianira , it was all for thee . E'en Nile so rich , that rowls through seven wide doors , And uppish over all his Country scowrs ; For Asop's Daughter did such flame contract , As not by all that stock of waters slack't . I might an hundred goodly Rivers name , But must not pass by thee , immortal Thame ; E'er thou coud'st Isis to thy bosome take , How did'st thou wind , and wander for her sake ? The lusty — with broad Humber strove , Was it for Fame ? I say , it was for Love. What makes the noble Ouz up from the main With hideous roar come bristling back again ? He th●nks his dearest Derwent left behind , Or fears her false , in new Embraces joyn'd . Thee also some small Girl has warm'd , we guess , Thô woods and forests now hide thy soft place . Whilst this I speak , it swells , and broader grows , And o'er the highest banks impetuous flows . Dog-floud what art to me ? Or why dost check Our mutual Joys ? And ( Churle ) my journey break ? What wou'dst , if thee indeed some noble race , Or high descent , and glorious name did grace ? When of no ancient house , or certain seat ( Nor , known before this time untimely , great ) Rais'd by some sudden Thaw thus high and proud , No holding thee , ill-manner'd upstart Floud . Not my Love-tales can make thee stay thy course , Thou — Zounds , thou art a — River for a horse . Thou hadst no Fountain , but from Bears wer't pist , From Snows and Thaws , or Scotch unsavoury mist , Thou crawlst along , in Winter foul and poor , In Summer puddl'd like a Common-shore . In all thy days when did'st a courtesie ? Dry Traveller ne'er lay'd a lip to thee . Thee bane to Cattel , to the Meadows worse , For something , all , I , for my sufferings , curse . To such unworthy wretch , how am I sham'd , That I the generous amorous Rivers nam'd ? When Nile , and Achelöus I desplay'd , And Thame , and Ouz , what worm was in my head ? For thy reward , discourteous River , I Wish , be the Summers hot , the Winters dry . ELEGY the NINTH . Vpon the Death of Tibullus . Englished By Mr. Stepny . IF Memnon's fate , bewail'd with constant dew , Does , with the Day , his Mothers grief renew ; If her Son's death mov'd tender Thetis mind To swell●with tears the waves , with sighs the wind ; If mighty Gods can Mortals sorrow know , And be the humble partners of our woe . Now loose your tresses , pensive Elegy , ( Too well your Office and your Name agree . ) Tibullus once the joy and pride of Fame Lives now , rich fuell on the trembling flame . Sad Cupid now despairs of conqu'ring hearts , Throws by his empty Quiver , breaks his Darts : Eases his useless Bows from idle strings ; Nor flies , but humbly creeps with Flagging wings . He wants , of which he rob'd fond Lovers , rest ; And wounds with furious hands his pensive breast . Those gracefull Curles which wantonly did flow , The whiter rivals of the falling Snow , Forget their beauty , and in discord lye Drunk with the fountain from his melting Eye . Not more Aeneas loss the Boy did move , Like passions for them both prove Equal love . Tibullus Death grieves the fair Goddess more , More swells her eyes , than when the savage Bore Her beautifull , her lov'd Adonis tore . Poets large Souls Heaven's noblest stamps do bear ( Poets the watchfull Angels darling care ) Yet Death ( Blind Archer ) that no diff'rence knows , Without respect his , roving Arrows throws . Nor Phoebus , nor the Muses Queen could give , Their Son , their own prerogative , do Live. Orpheus , the Heir of both his Parents skill , Tam'd wondring beasts , not Deaths more cruel will. Linus sad strings on the dumb Lute do lie , In silence forc't to let their Master die . Homer ( the spring , to whom We Poets owe Our little All , does in sweet numbers flow ) Remains immortal onely in his Fame , His Works alone survive the envious flame . In vain to Gods ( if Gods there are ) we pray , And needless victims prodigally pay . Worship their sleeping Deities : Yet Death Scorns Votaries , and stops the Praying breath . To hallow'd shrines intruding Fate will come , And dragg you from the Altar to the Tomb. Go , frantick Poet , with delusions fed , Think Laurels guard your Consecrated head , Now the sweet Master of your art is dead . What can we hope ? since that a narrow span Can measure the remains of thee , Great Man. The bold , rash flame that durst approach so nigh , And see Tibullus , and not trembling die , Durst seize on Temples , and their Gods defy . Fair Venus ( fair e'en in such sorrows ) stands , Closing her heavy eyes with trembling hands . Anon , in vain , officiously she tries To quench the flame with rivers from her eyes . His Mother weeping doth his eye-lids close , And on his Urn Tears , her last gift , bestows . His Sister too , with hair dishevel'd , bears Part of her Mothers Nature and her Tears . With these two fair , two mournfull Rivals come , And add a greater triumph to his Tomb : Both hug his Urn , both his lov'd Ashes kiss , And both contend which reapt the Greater bliss . Thus Delia spoke , ( when sighs no more could last ) Renewing by remembrance pleasures past ; " When Youth with Vigour did for joy combine , " I was Tibullus life , Tibullus mine ; " I entertain'd his hot , his first desire , " And kept alive , till Age , his active Fire . To her then Nemesis ( when groans gave leave ) " As I alone was lov'd , alone I 'll grieve ; " Spare your vain tears , Tibullus heart was mine , " About my Neck his dying arms did twine ; " I snatcht his Soul , which true to me did prove ; " Age ended Yours , Death onely stopt my Love. If any poor remains survive the flames Except thin shadows , and more empty names ; Free in Elysium shall Tibullus rove , Nor fear a second death should cross his love . There shall Catullus , crown'd with Bays impart To his far dearer Friend his open heart . There Gallus ( if Fame's hundred tongues all lye ) Shall , free from censure , no more rashly die . Such shall our Poets blest Companions be , And in their Deaths , as in their Lives , agree . But thou , rich Urn , obey my strict commands , Guard thy great Charge from Sacrilegious hands . Thou , Earth , Tibullus Ashes gently use , And be as soft and easie as his Muse. ELEGY the THIRTEENTH . To his Mistress , desiring her that ( if she will be false to him ) she wou'd manage her Intrigues with Secresie . Englished By Mr. Tate . I Can allow such charmes , Inconstancy ; But prethee hide your am'rous Thefts from me . I never meant your pleasures to confine , Jilt privately , and I shall ne'er repine . She 's Innocent that can her Crime deny , And makes no fault till the discovery : 'T is madness your own frailty to betray , And what you stole by Night confess by Day : What shameless trading Punk of this lewd Age , But will secure the Door e'er she Engage ? Yet thou tak'st pride to publish thy own shame , Unjust to me , but falser to thy fame . Be wiser , and if chaste thou canst not grow , Pretend at least , and I 'll believe thee so . Doe what thou do'st , but still forswear it all , And from thy Tongue let modest language fall . You have your Grotto , your convenient shade . A place for Loves most free Enjoyments made . ( Remov'd from thence a modest Carriage take , And with your Bed your loose desires forsake , ) But there undress thee in thy Lover's sight , And Sally naked to the wanton ●ight ; Fast wreath'd in your Embraces let him lye , And in your Bosoms sweet transported Dye ; Your softest Language , tenderest sighs , employ , And let the trembling Bed confess your Joy : But grow reserv'd when the loose Scene is done , And with your Robes a modest Meen put on ; Impose upon the Crowd , impose on me , Whilst Ignorant , I shall not Injur'd be . Why do I see your Billets come and go ? Your Pallet prest , your Bed disorder'd too ? Your loose and rus●led Hair each Morning seems , T' imply a busie Night , and more than dreams ; The am'rous warmth still glowing on the cheek , And prints of eager kisses on your Neck . At least I wou'd not an Eye-witness be : Spare if thou canst thy Fame , if not spare me ! When by your self your loose Intrigues are told , My sense forsakes me , and my bloud grows cold ! 'T is then I rage by fits with Love and State , And madly wish on both a sudden Fate . Persue your Trade , but let me never see 't , And I shall ne'er enquire what Fops you meet ; " If you with Wheedles or with Cullies sleep ; " What Terms you 've made ; whether y' are kept or keep . Easie thy Conquest is , when but to say I have not don 't , takes all my rage away : Thus still thy Cause shall for its merit speed , Or by the favour of thy Judge , Succeed . ELEGY the THIRTEENTH . He desires his Mistress if she does Cuckold him not to let him know it . Englished By another Hand . I Do not ask you wou'd to me prove true , Since your a woman and a fair one two . Act what you please , yet study to disguise The wanton Scenes from my deluded Eyes . A stiff denial will attenuate That Crime which your confession would make great : And 't were unwise to trust the Tell-tale light , With the dark Secrets of the silent night . Thô bought to be enjoy'd , a common Whore , E'er she begins , will shut the Chamber door . And will you turn debauch'd , then vainly own How lewd you are , to this malicious Town ? At least seem vertuous , and thô false it be , Say you are honest and I 'll credit thee . Conceal your Actions , and while I am by Let modest words your looser Thoughts bely . When to your private Chamber you retire , Unmask your lust , and vent each warm desire ▪ Throw off affected Coyness , and remove The bold intruder between thee and love : Talk not of Honour , lay that Toy aside , In men 't is folly , and in women pride : There without Blushes you may naked lye Clasping his Body with your tender Thigh ; Shoot your moist Dart into his mouth to show The Sense you have of what he Acts below ▪ Try all the ways , your pliant Bodies Twine In folds more strange than those of Aretine : With melting looks fierce Joys you may Excite , And with thick dying Accents urge delight . But when you 're drest then look as Innocent , As if you knew not what such matters meant : And thô just now a perfect fiend you were , Hide the true woman and a Saint appear . Cozen the prying Town , and put a cheat On it and me , I 'll favour the deceit . False as thou art why must I daily see Th' Intriguing Billet Deux he sends to thee ? The wanton Sonnet or soft Elegy ? Why does your Bed all tumbled seem to say , See what they 've done , see where the Lovers lay ? Why do your Locks and rumpled Head-cloaths shew 'T was more than usual sleep that made 'em so ? Why are the kisses which he gave betray'd , By the Impression which his teeth had made ? Yet say your chaste and I 'll be still deceiv'd , What much is wish'd for , is with ease believ'd . But when you own what a lewd wretch thou art , My bloud grows cold and freezes at my heart . Then do I curse thee and thy Crimes reprove , But Curse in vain , for still I find I love . Since she is false , oft to my self I cry , Wou'd I were dead , yet 't is with thee I 'de dye . I will not fee your Maid to let me know Who visits you , where and with whom you go . Nor by your lodging send my Boy to scout , And bring me word who passes in and out . Injoy the pleasure of the present times , But let not me be knowing of your Crimes . Do you forswear 't thô in the Act you 're caught , I 'll trust the Oath , and think my Eyes in fault . ELEGY the FIRST Of the Second Book . That He can write of nothing but Love. Englished By Mr. Adams . THis too I sing ( this Love commanded too ) I who thus kindly my own lewdness show ; Hence the unfashionably vertuous Maid , Such Scenes must not on such a Stage be play'd ; Me the brisk Wife by her dull Husband reade , I 'll raise their fancy , and Improve their breed : Me the raw Youth whose Breast first flames do move , Unknown to care , and unexpert of Love. The more experienc't who my Wounds have known , Here in my sufferings may discern their own . Then wondring say , how could this Poet tell The several chances of my Love so well ! Once I remember in a Nobler strain I rais'd my Voice , nor did I sing in vain : I sung of Gyants , and of Wars above , How Impious Earth reveng'd her self on Iove ; While her Vile off-spring in Rebellion rise , And Mountains heapt on Mountains storm'd the skyes : And now I would describe the War , and now I 'de shew what Iove could for his Heaven doe . When the lov'd Maid , who did with trembling hear The sounding Numbers , shut me out for fear , Iove and his Thunder soon away I threw , Iove and his Thunder here could little doe ; I chose soft Measures such as Love inspire , And warn the wishing Maid into desire : Sweet Elegy my own my faithfull Arms , And soon the door grew softer to my Charms ; Charms which from Heav'n force down the bloudy Moon , And stop the Coursers of the Sun at Noon ; Charms which the swelling Serpent burst in twain , And turn the Rivers to their Springs again . Should my great Theme some mighty Hero be , What could that mighty Hero doe for me ? But when the Beauties of some lovely Maid In my just lines are faithfully display'd ; She kindly , she the Poet's Pains regards , And oft her praises with her self rewards ; Ah who ! who would not be rewarded so ! Farewell ye Hero's , I am not for you : Let every Charming Maid to me repair , 'T is I , know best how to oblige the Fair ; Here Loves kind heat each tender breast shall move In Gentle Verse , Verse dictated by Love. ELEGY the FIFTEENTH Of the Second Book . On a Ring sent to his Mistress . Englished By Mr. Adams . THou that the finger of my Fair shalt bind , In whom the Giver's Love she 'll onely find , Go , but accepted be , accepted so That on her Joynt thou presently may'st go ; Fit her as well as I am us'd to do , When round her Waste , my Circling Armes I throw . By my Corinna thou'lt o●t handled be , Ah happy Ring ! how do I envy thee ? O that my Guift I quickly might be made , By some strange Witchcraft , or some Magick aid ; Then would I wish her swelling breasts she 'd feel , While from her lovely hand I 'de slyely steal , Off would I drop , thô sticking fast before , And kiss the Snowey Bosome I adore : Then would I wish I might her Signet be , And that the Wax from sticking might be free ; From her fair mouth I 'de humid kisses steal , And every Letter bite my Rival's seal : But most I 'de wish she would me with her bear , When to the Bath she 'd secretly repair ; Yet Then ! O Then ! I should my self betray While I her Naked Armes her Breasts survey , While my devouring Eye would wander lower , I should rise Man and be a Ring no more . In Vain I wish , go , little Present , go , By thee my Love , my Faith by thee she 'll know . PART OF VIRGIL'S IV. GEORGICK . Englished By the E. of M. 'T Is not for nothing when just Heav'n does frown , The wretched Orpheus brings these judgments down ; Whose wife avoiding to become thy prey , And all his joys at once were snatch'd away ; The poor Nymph doom'd that dangerous way to pass , Spy'd not the Snake lye lurking in the grass : A mournfull noise the spacious Vally fills , With echoing cryes from all the Neighbouring hills ; The Dryades roar'd out in deep despair , And with united voice bewail'd the Fair. For such a loss he sought no vain relief , But with his Lute indulg'd his tender grief ; All o'er the lonely sands did wildly stray , And with sad Songs begin and end the day . At last to Hell a frightfull journey made , Pass'd the wide gaping Gulph and dismall shade ; Visits the Ghosts , and to that King repairs , Whose heart 's inflexible to humane prayers . Hell seems astonish'd with so sweet a Song , Light Souls , and airie Spirits slide along In troops , like millions of the feather'd kind , Driv'n home by night or some tempestuous wind ; Matrons and Men , raw Youths and unripe Maids , And mighty Heroes more majestick Shades ; Sons burnt before their mournfull Parents face , Styx does all these in narrow bounds embrace Nine times with loathsome mud , and noysome weeds , And all the filth which standing water breeds : Amazement reacht e'en the deep Caves of death , The Sisters with blue snaky curles took breath ; Ixion's Wheel a while unmov'd remain'd , And the great Dog his three-mouth'd voice restrain'd . Now safe return'd , and all these dangers past , His Spouse restor'd to breathe fresh air at last , Following , for so Proserpina was pleas'd , A sudden rage th' unwary Lover seiz'd ; He when the first bright glimps of daylight shin'd , Unmindfull , and impatient , look't behind , A fault of Love , could Hell compassion find . A dreadfull noise thrice shook the Stygian coast , His hopes now fled , and all his labour lost . Why hast thou thus undone thy self and me ? What madness this ? Again I 'm snatch't from thee , She faintly cry'd ; Night , and the powers of Hell Surround my eyes , O Orpheus , O farewell : My hands stretch forth to reach thee as before , But all in vain , alas , I 'm thine no more ; No more allow'd to behold him or day ; Then from his sight like smoak she slipp'd away . Much he would fain have spoke , but Fate , alas , Would ne'er again consent to let him pass . Thus twice undone , what course now could he take To redeem her already pass'd the Lake ? How bear his loss ? what tears procure him ease ? Or with what vows the angry Powers appease ? 'T is said , he seven long months bewail'd his loss On bleak and barren Rocks , on whose cold moss , While languishing he Sung his Fatal flame , He mov'd e'en Trees , and made fierce Tigers tame . So the sad Nightingale , when Childless made By some rough Swain who steals her young away , Bewails her loss under a Poplar shade , Weeps all the night , in murmurs wasts the day ; Her sorrow does a mournfull pleasure yield , And melancholly musick fills the Field . Marriage , nor Love could ever move his mind , But all alone , beat by the Northern wind , Shivering on Tanais Snowey banks remain'd , Still of the Gods and their vain grace complain'd . Ciconian Dames , enrag'd to be despis'd , As they the feast of Bacchus solemnis'd , Kill'd the poor Youth , and strew'd about his limbs ; His Head torn off from the fair body swims , Down that swift current , where the Hebre flows , And still his Tongue in dolefull accents goes ; Ah , poor Euridice , it dying cry'd , Euridice resounds from every side . THE PARTING OF SIRENO and DIANA . Englished By Sir C. Scrope . THE ARGUMENT . Sireno and Diana having lov'd each other with a most violent passion , Sireno is compell'd , upon the Account of his Master's service , to go for some time into a Foreign Country . The Melancholly parting of the two Lovers is the Subject of the following Eclogue . CLose by a stream , whose flowry bank might give Delight to Eyes that had no Cause to grieve , The sad Sireno sate , and fed his Sheep , Which now , alas ! he had no Joy to keep ; Since his hard Fate compell'd him to depart From her dear Sight , who long had Charm'd his heart . Fix'd were his thoughts upon the Fatal day That gave him first what this must take away ; Through all the Story of his Love he ran , And nought forgot that might increase his pain . Then with a sigh raising his heavy Eyes , Th' approach of his afflicted Nymph he spies ; Sad as she was , she lost no usual Grace , But as she pass'd seem'd to adorn the place : Thither she came to take her last Farewell , Her silent Look did her sad Business tell . Under a Neighbouring Tree they sate 'em down , Whose shade had oft preserv'd 'em from the Sun ; Each took the other by the willing hand , Striving to speak , but could no word Command : With mutual Grief both were so overcome , The much they had to say had made 'em dumb . There many a time they two had met before , But met , alas ! upon a happier score : Cruel reverse of Fate , which all the Joys Their mutual presence us'd to bring destroys . Sireno saw his Fatal hour draw near , And wanted strength the parting pang to bear ; All drown'd in tears he gaz'd upon the Maid , And she with equal Grief the Swain survey'd ; Till his imprison'd passion forc'd its way , And gave him leave faintly at last to say , SIRENO . O my Diana ! who wou'd have believ'd That when the sad Sireno most had griev'd , Any affliction cou'd have fall'n on me That wou'd not vanish at the sight of thee ? Thy Charming Eyes cou'd all my Clouds dispell , Let but Diana smile , and all was well . Absent from thee my Soul no Joy cou'd know , And yet , alas ! I dye to see thee now . DIANA . Turn , O Sireno ! turn away thy Face , While all her shame a blushing Maid betrays ; For though my Eyes a secret pain reveal , My tongue at least shou'd my fond thoughts conceal : Yet I wou'd speak , cou'd speaking doe me good , And since it is to thee , methinks it shou'd . O Shepherd think how wretched I shall be , When hither I return depriv'd of thee ! When sitting all alone within this shade , Which thou so oft thy tender Choice hast made ? I reade my Name Engrav'd on every bark , Of our past Love the kind affecting mark ; Then my despairing Soul to death must fly , And must thou be content to let me dye ? Why dost thou weep ? Alas ! those Tears are vain , Since 't is thy Fault that both of us Complain . By this the Falshood of thy Vows I know , For were thy sorrow true , thou wou'dst not go . SIRENO . Cease , cruel Nymph , such killing Language cease , And let the poor Sireno dye in peace . Witness ye Everlasting Powers above That never Shepherd bore a truer Love ! With thee I wish 't had been my happy doom . With thee alone to spend my Life to come ; That we now part is by no Fault of mine , Nor yet , my dearest Shepherdess , of thine ; For as no Faith did ever mine excell , So never any Nymph deserv'd so well . But the great Shepherd whom we all obey , 'T is his Command that forces me away ; What ever he ordains none dare refuse , I must my Joy , or else my Honour loose : Should I to him deny th' Allegiance due , Thou might'st to thee think me disloyal too . DIANA . No , no , Sireno , now too late I find , How fond she is that can believe Mankind ; Who such Excuses for himself pretends Will eas'ly bear the absence he defends . A little time , I fear , will quite deface Thy thoughts of me , to give another place : Fool that I was my weakness of betray , To one not mov'd with all that I can say . Go , cruel Man , imbarck when e'er you please , But take this with you as you pass the Seas ; Tho' with the fiercest Winds the Waves should roar , That Tempest will be less than mine on Shore . SIRENO . 'T is hard unjust suspicions to abide , But who can such obliging Anger chide ? Fair as thou art , that Charm cou'd never move My heart to this degree without thy Love : For 't is thy tender sense of my sad Fate , That does my sharpest , deadly'st pain create . Ah fear not , to what place soe'er I go , That I shall ever break my sacred Vow : When for another I abandon thee , May Heav'n , for such a Crime , abandon me . DIANA . If ever I my dearest Swain deceive , Or violate the Faith that here I give : When to their Food my hungry Flocks I lead , May the fresh Grass still wither where they tread ; And may this River , when I come to drink , Dry up as soon as I approach the brink . Take here this Bracelet of my Virgin hair , And when for me thou canst a minute spare , Remember this poor pledge was once a part Of her , who with it gave thee all her heart . Where e'er thou go'st may Fortune deal with thee Better than thou , alas ! hast dealt with me . Farewell , my Tears will give me leave to say No more than this , To all the Gods I pray These weeping Eyes may once enjoy the sight , Before they close in Deaths eternal Night . SIRENO . Then let Sireno banish all his fears , Heaven cannot long resist such pious Tears . The Righteous Gods , from whom our passion came , Will pity ( sure ) so innocent a Flame ; Reverse the hard Decree for which we mourn , And let Sireno to his Joys return . I shall again my Charming Nymph behold , And never part , but in her Armes grow old : That hope alone my breaking heart sustains , And Arms my tortur'd Soul to bear my Pains . THE STORY of LVCRETIA OUT OF Ovid de Fastis . Book II. Englished By Mr. Creech . NOw Tarquin the last King did Govern Rome , Valiant abroad 't is true , thô fierce at home ; Some Towns he won , some he did fairly beat , And took the Gabbi by a mean deceit ; For of his Three brave Youths his youngest Son , His Nature fierce , his Manners like his own , His Father's Child Outright pretends a flight , And came amidst the Enemies by Night ; They drew their Swords , Come kill me now he said , My Father will rejoyce to see me dead : See how his Rods my tender Entrails tore , ( To prove this true he had been whipt before ) The men grow mild , they sheath their threatning swords And view his wounds , and those confirm his words : Then each man weeps , and each his wrongs resents And begs to side with them , and he consents . Thus gull'd , the crafty Youth , and once in Trust , The first occasion sought to be unjust , And the unthinking Gabii's Town betray , Consults his Father for the surest way . There was a Garden crown'd with fragrant Flowers , A little Spring ran through the pleasant Bowers , The soft retreat of Tarquin's thinking hours . There when the message came he chanc't to stand , And lopt the tallest Lilies with his wand : With that the Messenger return'd , and said , I saw your Father crop the lofty head Of each tall Flower , but not one word to you ; Well , says the Son , I know what I must doe , And streight the Nobles kill'd ; When those were gone He soon betray'd the poor defenceless Town . When lo ( a wond'rous sight ) a Serpent came , And snatcht the Entrails from the dying Flame ; Phoebus advis'd , and thus the Answer ran He that shall kiss ( for so the Fates ordain ) His Mother first shall be the greatest man. Then streight with eager haste th' unthinking Crowd Their Mothers kiss't , nor understood the God. But wiser Brutus , who did act the Fool , Lest Tarquin should suspect his rising Soul , Fell down , as if 't had been a Casual fall , And kiss't his Mother Earth before them all . Now Ardea was besieg'd , the Town was strong , The men resolv'd , and so the Leaguer long : And whilst the Enemy did the War delay , Dissolv'd in Ease the careless Souldiers lay , And spent the vacant time in sport and play . Young Tarquin doth adorn his Noble Feasts , The Captains treats , and thus bespeaks his Guests ; Whilst we lye lingring in a tedious War , And far from Conquest tired out with Care , How do our Women lead their Lives at Rome ? And are we thought on by our Wives at home ? Each speaks for his , each says I 'll swear for mine , And thus a while they talkt , grown flusht with Wine ; At last Young Collatine starts up and cryes , What need of words , come let 's believe our Eyes ; Away to Rome , for that 's the safest Course , They all agree , so each man mounts his Horse . First to the Court , and there they found no Guard , No Watchmen there , and all the Gates unbar'd ; Young Tarquin's Wife , her hair disorder'd lay And loose , was sitting there at Wine and play . Thence to Lucretia's , She a lovely Soul Her Basket lay before her , and her Wooll , Sate midst her Maids , and as they wrought she said , Make haste , 't is for my Lord as soon as made ; Yet what d'ye hear ? ( for you perchance may hear ) How long is 't e'er they hope to end the War ? Yet let them but return ; But ah , my Lord Is rash , and meets all dangers with his Sword : Ah when I fansie that I see him fight , I swoon and almost perish with the fright . Then wept , and leaving her unfinisht thread Upon her bosome lean'd her lovely head . All this became , gracefull her grief appears , And she , chast Soul , lookt beauteous in her tears . Her Face lookt well , by Natures art design'd , All charming fair , and fit for such a mind . I come , says Collatine , discard thy Fear , At that she streight reviv'd , and oh my Dear , She claspt his neck , and hung a welcome burthen there . Mean while Young Tarquin gathers lustfull Fire , He burns and rages with a wild Desire ; Her Shape , her Lilie-white , and Yellow hair , Her natural Beauty , and her gracefull Air , Her words , her voice , and every thing does please , And all agree to heighten the disease ; That she was Chast doth raise his wishes higher , The less his hopes , the greater his Desire . But now 't was Morning , and the warlike Train Return from Rome , and take the Field again : His working Powers her absent Form restore , The more he minds her , still he loves the more ; 'T was thus she sate , thus spun , and thus was drest , And thus her Locks hung dangling o'er her Breast ; Such was her Mein , and such each Air and Grace , And such the charming figure of her Face . As when a furious storm is now blown o'er The Sea 's still troubl'd , and the Waters roar And curle upon the Winds that blew before . So he thô gone the pleasing form retains The Fire her present Beauty rais'd remains ; He burns , and hurry'd by resistless Charms , Resolves to force , or fright her to his Arms. I 'll venture , let whatever fates attend , The daring bold have fortune for their friend ; By daring I the Gabii did o'ercome ; This said , he takes his Horse , and speeds for Rome : The Sun was setting when he reach't the place , With more than Evening Blushes in his Face ; A Guest in shew , an Enemy in design He reach't the stately Court of Collatine , And 's welcom'd there , for he was nearly Kin. How much are we deceiv'd ? She makes a Feast , And treats her Enemy as a Welcome Guest ; Now Supper 's done , and sleep invites to Bed , And all was husht , as Natures self lay dead . The Lamps put out , and all for rest design'd , No Fire in all the House , but in his mind : He rose , and drew his Sword , with lustfull speed Away he goes to chaste Lucretia's Bed ; And when he came , Lucretia , not a word , For look , Lucretia , hear's my naked Sword ; My Name is Tarquin , I that Title own , The King 's young Son , his best beloved Son. Half dead with fear , amaz'd Lucretia lay , As h●rmless Lambs , their Mother 's gone away , Expos'd to ravenous Wolves an easie prey . Her Speech , her Courage , Voice , and Mind did fail , She trembled , and she breath'd , and that was all : What could she doe ? ah ! could she strive ? with whom ? A Man ! A Woman 's easily o'ercome . Should she cry out , and make Complaints of wrong , His violent Sword had quickly stopt her tongue . What should she strive to fly ? that hope was gone , Young Tarquin held her fast , and kept her down . He prest her Bosome with a lustfull hand , That Chast , that Charming Breast then first prophan'd . The Loving Foe still sues , resolv'd to gain With promise , threats , and Bribes : but all in vain ▪ At last 't is Folly to resist , he cry'd , My Love will rise to Rage , if long deny'd ; For I 'll accuse thee of unlawfull Lust , Kill thee , and swear , thô false , thy Death was Just. I 'll stabb a Slave , and what 's the worst of harms , Black Fame shall say I caught thee in his Arms. This Art prevail'd , she fear'd an injur'd name , And liv'd and suffer'd , to secure her Fame . Why dost thou smile , Triumphant Ravisher ? This shamefull Victory shall cost thee dear . Thy ruine pay for this thy forc't delight , How great a price ! a Kingdom for a Night ! The guilty Night was gone , the day appears , She blusht , and rose , and double Mourning wears , As for her onely Son , she sits in Tears . And for her Father , and her Husband sends , Each quickly hears the message , and attends . But when they came , and saw her drown'd in Tears , Amaz'd they askt the Cause , what violent Fears , What real ill did wound her tender mind ; What Friend was dead , for whom this Grief design'd ? But she sate silent still , still sadly cry'd , And hid her blushing Face , and wept , and sigh'd . Both strive to Comfort , both lament her Fate , And fear some deadly Ill , they know not what . Thrice she would speak , thrice stopt , again she tryes To speak her wrong , yet durst not raise her Eyes : This too on Tarquin's score , she cry'd , I place ; I 'll speak , I 'll speak , ah me ! my own disgrace , And what they could her modest words exprest , The last remain'd , her Blushes spoke the rest . Both weep , and both the forc't Offence forgive , In vain you pardon me , I can't receive The pity you bestow , nor can I live . This said , her fatal Dagger pierc't her side , And at her Father's feet she fell and dy'd . Her Soul slew through the wound , and mounts above As white , and Innocent as a Virgin Dove , Not spotted with one thought of Lawless Love. Yet as she fell , her dying thoughts contriv'd The fall as modestly as she had liv'd . The Father o'er the Corpse , and Husband fall , And mourn , and both the common loss bewail . While thus they mour'd , the generous Brutus came And shew'd his Soul ill suited with his Name . He graspt the Dagger reeking in her Gore , And as he held it thus devoutly swore ; By thee , by this thy Chast and Innocent Bloud , And by thy Ghost , which I 'll esteem a God ; Tarquin , and all his Race shall be expell'd , My Virtue long enough hath lain conceal'd . At that she rais'd her Eyes , she seem'd to bow Her head , and with her Nod approv'd the Vow . The Pomp appears , and as it passes by The gaping Wound expos'd to publick view , Fill'd all the Crowd with rage , and Justly drew Curses from every Heart , and Tears from every Eye . Young Brutus heads the Crowd , proclaims the wrong , And tells them they endure the King too long : The King 's expell'd , and Consuls they create , And thus the Kingdom chang'd into a State. On Mr. Dryden's RELIGIO LAICI . BEgone you Slaves , you Idle Vermin go , Fly from the Scourges , and your Master know ; Let free , impartial men from Dryden learn Mysterious Secrets , of a high concern , And weighty truths , solid convincing Sense , Explain'd by unaffected Eloquence . What can you ( Reverend Levi ) here take ill ? Men still had faults , and men will have them still ; He that hath none , and lives as Angels do Must be an Angel ; But what 's that to you ? While mighty Lewis finds the Pope too Great , And dreads the Yoke of his imposing Seat , Our Sects a more Tyrannick Power assume , And would for Scorpions change the Rods of Rome ; That Church detain'd the Legacy Divine ; Fanaticks cast the Pearls of Heaven to Swine : What then have honest thinking men to doe , But chuse a mean between th' Usurping two ? Nor can the Aegyptian Patriarch blame a Muse , Which for his firmness does his heat Excuse ; What ever Counsels have approv'd his Creed , The PREFACE sure was his own Act and Deed. Our Church will have that Preface read ( You 'll say , ) 'T is true , But so she will th' Apocrypha ; And such as can believe them freely may . But did that God ( so little understood ) Whose Darling attribute is being good , From the dark Womb of the Rude Chaos bring Such various Creatures , and make Man their King ; Yet leave his Favorite , Man , his chiefest care , More wretched than the vilest Insects are ? O! how much happier and more safe are they ? If helpless Millions must be doom'd a Prey To Yelling Furies , and for ever burn In that sad place from whence is no return , For unbelief in one they never knew , Or for not doing what they could not doe ! The very Fiends know for what Crime they fell , ( And so do all their followers that Rebell ) If then , a blind , well-meaning Indian stray , Shall the great Gulph be show'd him for the way ? For better ends our kind Redeemer dy'd , Or the faln Angels Rooms will be but ill supply'd . That Christ , who at the great deciding Day ( For He declares what He resolves to say ) Will Damn the Goats , for their Ill-natur'd faults , And save the Sheep , for Actions not for Thoughts , Hath too much mercy to send men to Hell , For humble Charity , and hoping well . To what Stupidity are Zealots grown , Whose inhumanity profusely shown In Damning Crouds of Souls , may Damn their own ! I 'll err at least on the securer side , A Convert free from Malice and from Pride . To Mr. Dryden on his RELIGIO LAICI . THose Gods the pious Ancients did adore They learn'd in Verse devoutly to implore , Thinking it rude to use the common way Of Talk when they did to such Beings pray . Nay They that taught Religion first , thought fit In Verse its sacred Precepts to transmit : So Solon too did his first Statutes draw , And every little Stanza was a Law. By these few Precedents we plainly see The Primitive Design of Poetry ; Which by restoring to its Native use , You generously have rescu'd from Abuse . Whilst your lov'd Muse does in sweet Numbers sing , She vindicates her God , and God-like King. Atheist , and Rebel too , She does oppose , ( God and the King have always the same Foes . ) Legions of Verse you raise in their defence , And write the Factious to Obedience . You the bold Arian to Arms defie , A conquering Champion for the Deity Against the Whigs first Parents , Who did dare To disinherit God-Almighty's Heir . And what the hot-brain'd Arian first began Is carried on by the Socinian , Who still Associates to keep God a Man. But 't is the Prince of Poets Task alone T' assert the Rights of God's , and Charles his Throne . Whilst vulgar Poets purchase vulgar Fame By chaunting Cloris , or fair Phyllis Name ; Whose Reputation shall last as long , As Fops and Ladies sing the amorous Song . A Nobler Subject wisely they refuse , The Mighty weight ▪ would crush their feeble Muse. So Story tells , a Painter once would try With his bold hand to limn a Deity ; And He , by frequent practising that part , Could draw a Minor-God with wondrous Art : But when great Iove did to the Workman sit , The Thunderer such horrour did beget , That put the frighted Artist to a stand , And made his Pensil drop from 's bafl'd Hand . THE XXII . ODE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . Integer Vitae , &c. VErtue , Dear Friend , needs no defence , The surest Guard is innocence : None knew till Guilt created Fear What Darts or poyson'd Arrows were . Integrity undaunted goes Through Libyan sands or Scythian snows , Or where Hydaspes wealthy side Pays Tribute to the Persian pride . For as ( by amorous thoughts betray'd ) Careless in Sabin Woods I stray'd , A Grisly foaming Wolf , unfed , Met me unarm'd , yet trembling fled . No Beast of more Portentous size , In the Hercinian forest lies ; None fiercer , in Numidia bred , With Carthage were in Triumph led . Set me in the remotest place , That Neptune's frozen Arms Embrace ; Where Angry Iove did never spare One breath of Kind and temperate Air. Set me where on some pathless plain The swarthy Africans complain , To see the Chariot of the Sun So near their scorching Country run . The burning Zone the frozen Isles Shall hear me sing of Caelia's smiles , All cold but in her Breast I will despise , And dare all heat but that of Caalia's Eyes THE VI. ODE OF THE THIRD BOOK OF HORACE . Of the Corruption of the Times . THose Ills your Ancestors have done , Romans are now become your own ; And they will cost you dear , Unless you soon repair The falling Temples which the Gods Provoke , And Statues ●ully'd yet with Sacraligious smoke . Propitious Heaven that rais'd your Fathers high , For humble , gratefull Piety , ( As it rewarded their Respect ) Hath sharply punish'd your Neglect ; All Empires on the Gods depend , Begun by their command , at their command they end . Let Crassus Ghost and Labienus tell How twice by Iove's revenge our Legions fell , And with insulting Pride Shining in Roman spoils the Parthian Victors ride . The Scythian and Aegyptian Scum Had almost ruin'd Rome , While our Seditions took their part Fill'd each Aegyptian sail , and wing'd each Scythian dart . First , those Flagitious times , ( Pregnant with unknown Crimes ) Conspir'd to violate the Nuptial Bed From which polluted head , Infectious Streams of Crowding Sins began , And through the Spurious Breed and guilty Nation ran . Behold a Ripe and Melting Maid , Bound Prentice to the Wanton Trade ; Iönian Artists at a mighty price Instruct her in the Mysteries of Vice , What Nets to spread , where subtile Baits to lay , And with an Early hand they form the temper'd Clay . Marry'd , their Lessons she improves By practice of Adult'rous Loves , And scorns the Common mean design To take advantage of her Husband's Wine , Or snatch in some dark place A hasty Illegitimate Embrace . No! the Brib'd Husband knows of all And bids her Rise when Lovers call ; Hither a Merchant from the Straits Grown wealthy by forbidden Freights , Or City Cannibal repairs , Who feeds upon the flesh of Heirs , Convenient Brutes , whose tributary flame , Pays the full price of Lust , and guilds the slighted shame . 'T was not the Spawn of such as these , That Dy'd with Punick bloud the Conquer'd Seas , And quash't the stern Aeacides ; Made the proud Asian Monarch feel How weak his Gold was against Europes steel , Forc't e'en dire Hannibal to yield ; And won the long disputed World at Zamas fatal Field . But Souldiers of a Rustick Mould Rough , hardy , season'd , Manly , bold , Either they dug the stubborn Ground , Or through hewn Woods their weighty strokes did sound . And after the declining Sun Had chang'd the shadows , and their Task was done Home with their weary Team they took their way , And drownd in friendly Bowles the labour of the day● Time sensibly all things impairs Our Fathers have been worse than theirs , And we than Ours , next Age will see A Race more Pro●ligate than we ( With all the pains we take ) have skill enough to be . THE IV. ODE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . COnquer'd with soft and pleasing Charmes And never failing Vows of her return , Winter unlocks his frosty arms To free the joyfull Spring ; Which for fresh Loves with youthfull heat do's burn ; Warm South-winds court her , and with fruitfull showrs Awake the drowsie flowers , Who haste and all their sweetness bring To pay their yearly Oflering . No nipping White is seen , But all the Fields are clad in pleasant Green , And onely fragrant Dews now fall : The Ox forsakes his once warm Stall To bask in th' Sun 's much warmer beams ; The Plowman leaves his fire and his sleep , Well pleas'd to whistle to his labr'ing Teams ; Whilst the glad Shepherd pipes to 's frisking Sheep . Nay tempted by the smiling sky Wreckt Merchants quit the shore , Resolving once again to try The Wind and Seas Almighty power ; Choosing much rather to be dead than poor . Upon the flow'ry plains , Or under shady Trees , The Shepherdesses and their Swains Dance to their rural harmonies , Then steal in private to the covert Groves , There finish their well heighten'd loves . The City Dame takes this pretence ( Weary of Husband and of innocence ) To quit the smoak & business of the Town , And to her Country-house retires , Where she may bribe , then grasp some brawny clown , Or her appointed Gallant come To feed her loose desires ; Whilst the poor Cuckold by his sweat at home Maintains her Lust and pride : Blest as he thinks in such a beauteous bride . Since all the World 's thus gay and free , Why should not we ? Let 's then accept our Mother Natures treat , And please our selves with all that 's sweet ; Let 's to the shady Bowers , Where crown'd with gaudy flowers We 'll drink and laugh away the gliding hours . Trust me , Thyrsis , the grim Conquerer's death With the same freedom snatches a King's breath . He huddles the poor fetter'd Slave , To 's unknown Grave . Thô we each day with cost repair He mocks our greatest skill and utmost care , Nor loves the Fair , nor fears the strong , And he that lives the longest dyes but young ; And once depriv'd of light We 're wrapt in mists of endless Night . Once come to those dark Cells of which we 're told So many strange Romantick tales of Old , ( In things unknown Invention's justly bold ) No more shall Mirth and Wine Our loves and wits refine . No more shall your Phyllis have , Phyllis so long you 've priz'd : Nay she too in the Grave Shall lye like us despis'd . THE IV. ODE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE . Englished By Mr. Duke . BLush not , my friend , to own the Love Which thy fair Captives eyes do move : Achilles once the Fierce , they Brave , Stoopt to they Beauties of a Slave ; Tecmessa's charmes could over-power Ajax her Lord and Conquerour ; Great Agamemnon , when success Did all his Arms with Conquest bless ; When Hector's fall had gain'd him more Than● ten long rolling years before , By a bright Captive Virgin 's Eyes E'en in the midst of Triumph dyes . You know not to what mighty line The lovely Maid may make you joyn ; See but the charmes her sorrow wears , No common cause could draw such tears ; Those streams sure that adorn her so For loss of Royal kindred flow : Oh! think not so divine a thing Could from the bed of Commons spring ; Whose faith could so unmov'd remain , And so averse to sordid gain , Was never born of any race That might the noblest Love disgrace . Her blooming Face , her snowey Armes , Her well shap't Leg , and all her charmes Of her Body and her Face , I , poor I , may safely praise . Suspect not Love the youthfull Rage From Horace's declining Age , But think remov'd by forty years All his flames and all thy fears . THE VIII . ODE . OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE . Englished By Mr. Duke . IF ever any injur'd Power By which the false Barine swore , False , fair Barine , on thy head Had the least Mark of Vengeance shed ; If but a Tooth or Nail of thee Had suffer'd by thy Perjury , I should believe thy Vows ; but thou Since perjur'd dost more charming grow , Of all our Youth the publick care , Nor half so false as thou art Fair. It thrives with thee to be forsworn By thy dead Mothers sacred Urn , By Heaven and all the Stars that shine Without , and every God within : Venus hears this , and all the while At thy empty Vows does smile , Her Nymphs all smile , her little Son Does smile , and to his Quiver run ; Does smile and fall to whet his Darts , To wound for thee fresh Lovers hearts . See , all the Youth does thee obey , Thy train of Slaves grows every day ; Nor leave thy former Subjects thee Thô oft they threaten to be free , Thô oft with Vows false as thine are Their forsworn Mistress they forswear . Thee every carefull Mother fears For her Son's blooming tender years ; Thee frugal Sires , thee the young Bride In Hymen's Fetters newly ty'd , Left thou detain by stronger Charms Th' expected Husband from her Armes . HORACE and LYDIA . THE IX . ODE . Englished By Mr. Duke . HORACE . WHilst I was welcome to your heart In which no happier youth had part , And full of more prevailing Charms , Threw round your Neck his dearer Armes , I flourish'd richer and more blest Than the great Monarch of the East . LYDIA . Whilst all thy Soul with me was fill'd , Nor Lydia did to Chloe yield , Lydia , the celebrated Name , The onely Theme of Verse and Fame , I flourish'd more than she renown'd Whose Godlike Son our Rome did found . HORACE . Me Chloe now , whom every Muse , And every Grace adorn , subdues ; For whom I 'd gladly dye , to save Her dearer Beauties from the Grave . LYDIA . Me lovely Calais does fire With mutual flames of fierce desire ; For whom I twice would dye , to save His youth more pretious from the Grave . HORACE . What if our former Loves return , And our first fires again should burn ? If Chloe's banish't to make way For the forsaken Lydia ? LYDIA . Thô He is shining as a Star , Constant and kind as he is fair ; Thou light as Cork , rough as the Sea , Yet I would live , would dye with thee . A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HORACE and LYDIA . Englished by another Hand . HORACE . WHile I remain'd the Darling of your heart , And no encroaching Lover claim'd a part ; Unrival'd while my Longing Arms I cast About your lovely Neck and slender waste , And you to every one but me were chaste ; I scorn'd the lofty Persian Monarch's state , And thought my self more happy and as great . LYDIA . While I enjoy'd you , and no fairer she Had stoln your wandring heart away from me ; While Chloe seem'd not Lydia to out-shine , Nor gain'd a Conquest that before was mine ; Not Roman Ilia more renown'd I thought , Although a God her sweet embraces sought . HORACE . Now Thracyan Chloe has supply'd your place , She Charms me with her Musick and her Face ; To save her life , I with my own would part , And freely give it as I gave my heart . LYDIA . Fair Calais now the sweet Messenian Boy , Loves me , I him as equally enjoy ; If by my Dying he might longer live , I 'd give two lives , if I had two to give . HORACE . What if kind Venus should our hearts unite , And force us to adore that Love we slight ? If Chloe with her Golden locks should yield , And banisht Lydia should regain the Field ? LYDIA . If so , thô you are cruel and unkind Less to be trusted than the Seas or Wind ; Thô he so kind so charming and so true , I willingly wou'd live , wou'd dye , with you . THE III. ELEGY Of the first Book of Propertius . Englished By Mr. Adams . AS on the Beach sad Ariadne lay , While the deaf Winds false Theseus bore away ; As from the Rock Andromeda redeem'd , More sweet more fair in her first Slumber seem'd ; Or as the no less weary Bacchanall Surpris'd by sleep near some smooth stream do's fall ; Such seem'd to Me , so was my Cynthia lay'd , While breathing soft repose the lovely Maid On her fair hand reclin'd her bending Head ; When I well drunk through the too narrow Street Drag'd home at Midnight my unfaithfull Feet ; But as sh'appear'd so charming to my view , Gently I prest the Bed , and near her drew ; Thinking ( for so much sense I still retain'd ) The Fort of Love might by surprise be gain'd ; Yet thô commanded by a double fire , Both by the flames of Wine , and hot desire ; Thô my lewd hand would naughtily have stray'd , And I would fain my Arms have ready made ; I durst not in the soft assault engage , Dreading to wake her well experienc'd rage ; But so my greedy Eyes survey'd her o'er , The waking Argus watcht not Io more ; Sometimes I loos'd the Chaplet from my Brow , And try'd how sweetly 't would on Cynthia's show , Sometimes corrected her disorder'd Hair , That loosely wanton'd with the sportive Air ; And when she sigh'd , I credulously fear'd Some frightfull Vision to my Love appear'd . Till the bright Moon through the wide Window shone , ( The Moon that would not suddenly be gon ; ) She with her subtile rayes unclos'd Her eyes , When thus against me did her fury rise . At lengh affronted by some Tawdry Jade , Kick't out of doors , you 're forc't into my Bed ; For where is it you spend my Nights ? you come Drawn off and Impotent at Morning home ; I wish base man ! I wish such nights you had , As you force me ! unhappy me ! to lead ! Sometimes I with my Needle sleep deceive , Then with my Lute my weariness releive ; Then do I weep , and curse your tedious stay , While in some others Armes you melt away ; Till sleeps soft wings my willing Eye-lids close , Beguile my Sorrows and my Cares compose , OUT OF PETRONIVS ARBITER . Foeda est in Coitu & brevis voluptas . 'T Is but a Short , but a filthy Pleasure , And we soon nauseate the enjoy'd treasure ; Let not us then as lustfull Beasts do , Slovenly , abruptly , blindly fall to : Lest we put out Love's gentle fire , And he droop , and languish in impotent desire : But thus we 'll lye , and thus we 'll kiss , Thus , thus , improve the lasting bliss ! There is no labour here , no shame , The solid Pleasure 's still the same , Never , oh , never to be done , Where Love is ever but begun . EPISTLE To R. D. from T. O. My much lov'd Friend , WHen thou art from my eyes , How do I loath the day , and light despise ? Night , kinder night's the much more welcome guest , For though it bring small ease , it hides at least ; Or if e'er slumbers and my eyes agree , 'T is when they 're crown'd with pleasing dreams of thee . Last night me thought ( Heaven make the next as kind ) Free as first innocence , and unconfin'd As our first Parents in their Eden were , E'er yet condemn'd to eat their bread with Care ; We two together wander'd through a grove , 'T was green beneath us , and all shade above , Mild as our friendship , springing as our Love ; Hundreds of chearfull Birds fill'd every Tree , And sung their joyfull Songs of Liberty ; While through the gladsome Choire well pleas'd we walk'd , And of our present Valu'd State thus talkt ; How happy are we in this sweet retreat ? Thus humbly blest , who 'd labour to be great ? Who for preferments at a Court would wait , Where every Gudgeon's nibbling at the bait ? What fish of sense would on that shallow lye , Amongst the little starving wriggling Frye , That throng and crowd each other for a Taste Of the deceitfull , painted , poison'd Paste ; When the wide River , he behind him sees , Where he may lanch to Liberty and Ease ? No cares or business here disturb our hours , While underneath these shady , peacefull Bowers , In cool delight and innocence we stray , And midst a Thousand pleasures waste the day ; Sometimes upon a Rivers bank we lye , Where skimming Swallows o'er the surface sly , Just as the Sun , declining with his Beams , Kisses , and gently warms the gliding Streams ; Amidst whose current rising Fishes play , And rowl in wanton Liberty away . Perhaps , hard by there grows a little bush , On which the Linne● , Nightingale and Thrush , Nightly their solemn Orgyes meeting keep , And sing their Vespers e'er they go to-sleep : There we two lye , between us may be 's spread Some Book , few understand though many read , Sometimes we Virgil's Sacred leaves turn o'er , Still wond'ring , and still finding cause for more . How Iuno's rage did good Aeneas vex , Then how he had Revenge upon her Sex In Dido's state , whom bravely he enjoy'd , And quitted her as bravely too when cloy'd ; He knew the fatal danger of her charms , And scorn'd to melt his vertue in her Armes . Next Nisus and Euryalus we admire , Their gentle Friendship , and their Martial fire ; We praise their valour 'cause yet matcht by none , And Love their Friendship , so much like our own . But when to give our minds a Feast indeed , Horace , best known and lov'd by thee , we read , Who can our Transports , or our longings tell , To taste of Pleasures , prais'd by him so well ? With thoughts of Love , and wine , by him we 're fir'd , Two things in sweet retirement much desir'd : A generous Bottle , and a Lovesome She , Are th' onely Joys in nature , next to Thee : To which retiring quietly at night , If ( as that onely can ) to add delight , When to our little Cottage we repair , We find a Friend or two , we 'd wish for there , Dear B — ly , kind as parting Lovers tears Ad — ly , honest as the Sword he wears , W — son , professing friendship yet a Friend , Or — S — rt , beyond what numbers can commend , F — ch , full of kindness , gen'rous as his bloud , Watchfull to doe , too modest merit good ; Who have forsook the vile tumultuous Town , And for a taste of life to us come down ; With eager armes , how closely then w'embrace , What Joy's in every heart , and every face ! The moderate Table 's quickly cover'd o'er With choicest Meats at least , though not with store : Of Bottles next succeeds a goodly Train , Full of what chears the Heart , and fires the Brain : Each waited on by a bright Virgin-glass , Clean , sound and shining like its drinker's Lass. Then down we sit , while every Genius tryes T' improve , till he deserves his Sacrifice : No saucy hour presumes to stint delight , We laugh , love , drink , and when that 's done 't is night : Well warm'd and pleas'd , as we think fit we part , Each takes th' obedient Treasure of his heart , And leads her willing to his silent bed , Where no vexatious cares come near his head ; But every sense with perfect pleasure 's fed ; Till in full Joy dissolv'd , each falls asleep , With twining limbs , that still loves posture keep , At dawn of morning to renew delight , So quiet , craving love till the next night : Then we the drowsie Sells of sleep forsake , And to our Books , our earliest visit make ; Or else our thoughts to their attendance call , And there methinks , Fancy sits Queen of all ; While the poor under faculties resort , And to her fickle majesty make Court ; The Understanding first comes plainly clad , But usefully ; no ent'rance to be had , Next comes the Will , that Bully of the mind , Follies wait on him in a troop behind ; He meets reception from the Antick Queen , Who thinks her Majesty's most honour'd when Attended by those fine drest Gentlemen . Reason , the honest Counseller , this knows , And into Court with res'lute vertue goes ; Le ts Fancy see her loose irregular sway , Then how the flattering Follies sneak away ! This Image when it came too fiercely shook My Brain which its soft quiet streight forsook ; When waking as I cast my eyes around , Nothing but old loath'd Vanities I found ; No grove , no freedom , and what 's worse to me , No friend ; for I have none compar'd with thee . Soon then my thoughts with their old Tyrant Care Were seiz'd ; which to divert I fram'd this pray'r , Gods ! life 's your gift , then season't with such fate , That what ye meant a blessing prove no weight . Let me to the remotest part be whirl'd , Of this your play-thing made in haste , the World ; But grant me quiet , liberty and peace , By day what 's needfull , and at night soft ease ; The Friend I trust in , and the She I love , Then fix me ; and if e'er I wish remove , Make me as great ( that 's wretched ) as ye can , Set me in power , the wofull'st state of Man ; To be by Fools misled , to Knaves a prey , But make Life what I ask , or tak 't away . A LETTER to a FRIEND . A Youth once free and happy , now a slave , Found a retreat within a peacefull Cave ; Where no intruders durst his hours molest , ( But the dear Passion still inflam'd his Breast ) And where abandon'd to his restless pains , He weeps alone , and feels his weighty Chains . From thence — To a dear Friend ( such as are hard to find ) Known true and just , and longing to be kind , Who always shar'd his pleasures and his pain , In these sad terms writ the tormented Swain . My onely Friend , learn my unhappy Fate , That I 'm undone by Love , oppos'd by Hate ; Your pity e'er I ask I 'm sure to gain , But cruel Cynthia's never must obtain . You are not ign'rant of Her charms I know , Too well by Her they 're known , and thence my Woe : Yet must I not complain , I own the Fair Has justly doom'd me to the pains I bear ; For I have long profanely laught at Love , And oft to make the World despise it , strove . Wanton till now were all the flames I knew , With pleasures wing'd my minutes Gaily flew : When Beauty wounded , Wine soon freed my soul , My peace came swimming in the healing Bowl ; Or if too weak the Wine against Love's charms , I took some Balmy Harlot to my Armes ; Which always did the rageing pains remove , And cool the stings of any other Love. In peace and plenty , with still new delights , I past my Joyfull days , and Amorous Nights . But now in vain that freedom lost I mourn , My far fled Liberty will ne'er return ; Too strong 's my passion , as the Nymph too Fair , ( Ah , Lovely Nymph , must I for ever bear ! ) In your bright Eyes such Heav'nly Beauty's shine , You want but mercy to be all Divine ; Lost freedom to regain I dare not try , That were Rebellion , and I ought to Dye . Why shou'd your pow'rfull Charms your pride create , Your pride your onely fault , my onely Fate ? Thus oft I 've mourn'd the Conquest of Her eyes , Since first my Heart was made Her sacrifice , And she the panting Victim cou'd despise . Yet spite of all Her rigorous disdain , I love my Ruine , and I hugg my Chain . Reason in vain endeavours to persuade That I shou'd quit this Haughty , scornfull Maid ; Small Passions often make our Reason yeild , When Love invades , it well may quit the Feild . Your hopeless Friend thus Languishing remains , Enslav'd by one who will not ease his pains ; Smiles when he weeps , and Frowns when he complains . AN ELEGY BY The Wife of St. ALEXIAS ( a Nobleman of Rome ) complaining on his absence , he having left her on his Wedding Night unenjoy'd , out of a Pious Zeal to go Visit the Christian Churches . Written in Latin by Fran. Remond a Jesuit . I Prais'd and Lov'd by the best Youth of Rome , My fatal Charms sent many to their Tomb , Now wretched Maid , and miserable Wife , In tears , and in complaints , must waste my Life ; Abandon'd by my Husband e'er enjoy'd , With thoughts of pleasures yet untasted cloy'd . He leaves me to my anxious cares a Prey ; Ah! my Alexias , whither do you stray , Whilst in my Maiden Widdow'd bed I lye , More wretched than the Dead , and wish to dye ? In you were all my hopes , dear Wanderer , Your doubted safety now creates my Fear ; He broak his Vows , he broak our Marriage bond , What dangers may a Perjur'd wretch surround , At least his flight his tender Feet may wound . Oh! that I knew which way his course he stears , T' wou'd soften much my pains , and lessen much my fears : A Letter shou'd inform him of my cares , And he with pity sure wou'd reade my Pray'rs ; I 'd write him lines might move a senseless Stone , Nay his hard Heart to feel compassion . But , when we write , too slow are the returns , Too slow , for one that with my passion burns ; Letters I wou'd not trust , my self wou'd goe , And from my mouth my sorrows he shou'd know . By stealth I 'll leave my Father's House , t' was you Did first , alas ! the sad example shew . My pressing Love wou'd wing my willing Feet , To fly , till my Alexias I shou'd meet . Through Desarts I durst go ( a tender Maid ) In search of you I cou'd not be afraid . No dangers shou'd my eager steps retard , My Innocence , and Love wou'd be my Guard. If Dragons against me their crests shou'd rear , Or shou'd I meet a Lyon or a Bear , I never can be capable of Fear . David ( too young for Toils ) a tender Boy , Cou'd the fierce Lyon , and rough Bear destroy ; From his small Hand a Pebble cou'd confound , And strike the Mountain Gyant to the ground . Th' Assyrian General , Bethulia's dread , By a chaste Woman's hand did lose his Head , And she was by her Guardian Angel led . Why may not my attempts successfull prove , Assisted by Divinity , and Love ? With fearless courage I dare undertake Amazing actions , for my Husband's sake : Through all the World ( my Life ) I 'll follow thee , Whether by Land thou wander'st or by Sea ; Whether on Shoar or on the swelling Main , One House , one Boat may both of us contain : If your sharp Keel Ionian Waves divide , On that Ionian Sea my Barque shall ride . If ( to contemplate on the sufferings And cruel death of the blest King of King's , ) A Pilgrim to the Holy-land you goe , I 'll join in Adoration there with you . If where th' adored , Silver Iordan flows , With you in Palestine I 'll offer Holy Vows ; Or if to Scythian Mountains you repair , And leave this temp'rate for that froz'n Air ; With thee ( my Soul ) I willingly can dwell On the cold top of the Caucasian Hill. Or shou'd you wander o'er the Libyan sand , ( That vast , and wild , unhospitable Land ) Through those parch't plains with thee ( my Love ) I 'll stray , Nor fear the hungry , Savage Beast of Prey . I 'll be a Thracian , if to Thrace you sail ; My Love shall o'er my Sexes fears prevail , Nothing to follow you wou'd seem a toil . Thô to the utmost Indies you are driv'n , Till I can reach your Armes I 'll know no Hav'n . Ah! let chaste Love , propitious Planets keep ▪ Safe from the dangers of the greedy Deep ; Yet if my Ship by Tempests must be Torn , By Artfull stroaks above the Waters born , In spite of Nature I shall swim to shoar , For love will give my untaught hands the pow'r . The slaming Constellations are in Love , And Seas , and all that in the Waters move ; But the unsettl'd Waves , nor the inconstant Wind Shall ever move my faith , or shake my stedfast mind . But if inevitable Fates decree , That I must suffer in the angry Sea , Leviathan , let me become thy Prey ; ( The onely Succour such a Fate can give ) In thy kind Bowels hidden let me live , There let me rest , till thou shalt find that Shoar Where my Alexias is a Wanderer , There cast me up unhurt , and leave me there . So in the Scaly Monster Ionas lay , Protected from the fury of the Sea ; Both wondred at their lott , and both rejoyc'd , One with his guest was pleas'd , the other with his host ; The third Day came , and then ( by Heaven's command ) The Fish restor'd the Prophet to the Land. But if to me no Fish will Favour shew , And ( dear Alexias ) I must dye for you ; Oh Love Divine ! I 'm pleas'd for thee to fall , For thee , chaste Authour of my Funeral ; The Sea shall take my Name , and 'mongst the Stars I 'll be a guide to wandring Mariners : While they with wonder shall repeat my Name , A faith like mine deserves no less a Fame ; They 'll doubtless Pray that such a Wife , Above , May be rewarded for so chaste a Love ; And that her Husband there may constant prove . And for the Load of Waters she has born , Her Ashes may lye easie in their Urn. Alas ! I rave , with Fancies I am fed , Not knowing where my dearest Husband 's fled , I search him , dreaming in my Widow'd Bed. If to the Woods I go , or Rocks or shoars , From thee they 've learn'd to scorn Love's mighty Powers . Unhear'd , alas ! I loose my Amorous groans , The Winds and Waves refuse to hear my moanes . Echo alone can suffer my complaint , And she with repetition is grown faint . Return ( my Life ) for what can cause your stay ! If thou hast Piety , Oh! come away : Ah! suffer not thy absence I shou'd mourn , I 'll come to thee , if thou canst not return . AMARYLLIS , Or the Third Idyllium OF THEOCRITVS , Paraphras'd . By Mr. Dryden . TO Amaryllis Love compells my way , My browzing Goats upon the Mountains stray : O Tityrus , tend them well , and see them fed In Pastures fresh , and to their watring led ; And w' are the Ridgling with his butting head . Ah beauteous Nymph , can you forget your Love , The conscious Grottos , and the shady Grove ; Where stretch'd at ease your tender Limbs were laid , Your nameless Beauties nakedly display'd ? Then I was call'd your darling , your desire , With Kisses such as set my Soul on Fire : But you are chang'd , yet I am still the same , My heart maintains for both a double Flame . Griev'd , but unmov'd , and patient of your scorn , So faithfull I , and you so much forsworn ! I dye , and Death will finish all my pain , Yet e'er I dye , behold me once again : Am I so much deform'd , so chang'd of late ? What partial Judges are our Love and hate ! Ten Wildings have I gather'd for my Dear , How ruddy like your Lips their streaks appear ! Far off you view'd them with a longing Eye Upon the topmost branch ( the Tree was high ; ) Yet nimbly up , from bough to bough I swerv'd ; And for to Morrow have Ten more reserv'd . Look on me Kindly and some pity shew , Or give me leave at least to look on you . Some God transform me by his Heavenly pow'r Ev'n to a Bee to buzz within your Bow'r , The winding Ivy-chaplet to invade , And folded Fern that your fair Forehead shade . Now to my cost the force of Love I find ; The heavy hand he bears on humane kind ! The Milk of Tygers was his Infant food , Taught from his tender years the tast of bloud ; His Brother whelps and he ran wild about the wood . Ah Nymph , train'd up in his Tyrannick Court , To make the suff'rings of your Slaves your sport ! Unheeded Ruine ! treacherous delight ! O polish'd hardness soften'd to the sight ! Whose radiant Eyes your Ebon Brows adorn , Like Midnight those , and these like break of Morn ! Smile once again , revive me with your Charms ; And let me dye contented in your Armes . I would not ask to live another Day , Might I but sweetly Kiss my Soul away ! Ah , why am I from empty Joys debar'd , For Kisses are but empty , when Compar'd ! I rave , and in my raging fit shall tear The Garland which I wove for you to wear , Of Parsley with a wreath of Ivy bound ; And border'd with a Rosie edging round What pangs I feel , unpity'd , and unheard ! Since I must dye , why is my Fate defer'd ! I strip my Body of my Shepherds Frock , Behold that dreadfull downfall of a Rock , Where yo● old Fisher views the Waves from high ! 'T is that Convenient leap I mean to try . You would be pleas'd to see me plunge to shoar , But better pleas'd , if I should rise no more . I might have read my Fortune long agoe , When , seeking my success in Love to know , I try'd th' infallible Prophetique way , A Poppy leaf upon my palm to lay ; I struck , and yet no lucky crack did follow , Yet I struck hard , and yet the leaf lay hollow . And which was worse , If any worse cou'd prove , The withring leaf foreshew'd your withring Love. Yet farther ( Ah , how far a Lover dares ! ) My last recourse I had to Seive and Sheeres ; And told the Witch Agreo my desease , ( Agreo that in Harvest us'd to lease ; But Harvest done , to Chare-work did aspire ; Meat , drink , and Two-pence was her daily hire : ) To work she went , her Charms she mutter'd o'er , And yet the resty Seive wagg'd ne'er the more ; I wept for Woe , the testy Beldame swore . And foaming with her God , foretold my Fate ; That I was doom'd to Love , and you to Hate . A milk-white Goat for you I did provide ; Two milk-white Kids run frisking by her side , For which the Nut-brown Lass , Erithacis , Full often offer'd many a savoury Kiss ; Hers they shall be , since you refuse the price , What Madman would o'erstand his Market twice ? My right Eye itches , some good-luck is near , Perhaps my Amaryllis may appear , I 'll set up such a Note as she shall hear . What Nymph but my melodious Voice would move ? She must be Flint , if she refuse my Love. Hippomenes , who ran with Noble strife To win his Lady , or to loose his Life , ( What shift some men will make to get a Wife ? ) Threw down a Golden Apple in her way , For all her haste she could not chuse but stay : Renown said run , the glitt'ring Bribe cry'd hold , The Man might have been hang'd but for his Gold. Yet some suppose 't was Love ( some few indeed , ) That stopt the fatal fury of her Speed : She saw , she sigh'd ; her nimble Feet refuse Their wonted Speed , and she took pains to loose . A Prophet some , and some a Poet cry , ( No matter which , so neither of them lye . ) From steepy Othrys top , to Pylus drove His herd ; and for his pains enjoy'd his Love : If such another Wager shou'd be laid , I 'll find the Man , if you can find the Maid . Why name I Men , when Love extended finds His pow'r on high , and in Celestial Minds ? Venus the Shepherd's homely habit took , And manag'd something else besides the Crook . Nay , when Adonis dy'd , was heard to roar , And never from her heart forgave the Boar. How blest is fair Endymion with his Moon , Who sleeps on Latmos top from Night to Noon ! What Iason from Medea's Love possest , You shall not hear , but know 't is like the rest . My aking Head can scarce support the pain ; This cursed Love will surely turn my Brain : Feel how it shoots , and yet you take no Pity , Nay then 't is time to end my dolefull Ditty . A clammy Sweat does o'er my Temples creep ; My heavy Eyes are urg'd with Iron sleep : I lay me down to gasp my latest Breath , The Wolves will get a Breakfast by my Death ; Yet scarce enough their hunger to supply , For Love has made me Carrion e'er I dye . PHARMACEVTRIA , OR THE ENCHANTRESS . Simaetha is here introduc'd by the Poet in Love with one Delphis , and not having seen him in Twelve days , and suspecting him to love some other Woman , She , by the help of her Maid Thestylis , endeavours by Charms to reduce him . Translated from THEOCRITUS . By Mr. William Bowles , of King ' s College in Cambridge . THe Philters , Thestylis , and Charms prepare , I 'll try , since neither Gods , nor Delphis hear , If the false Man , by me in vain belov'd , By Charms , and Arts more powerfull , can be mov'd . Twelve days , an age to me alas ! are past Since at these doors , he knock'd , or saw me last ; Scorn'd and neglected if I live , or no , Inhumane as he is , he does not know . To some new Mistress sure he is inclin'd , For love has wings , and he a changing mind . To morrow I 'll to the Palaestra go , And tell him he 's unkind to use me so . Now to my charm : But you , bright Queen of night , Shine , and assist me with your borrow'd light , You , mighty Goddess , I invoke ; and you , Infernal Hecate — ( When you ascend from the pale shades below Through gaping Tombs , and the divided ground , A sudden horrour seizes all arround , The Dogs at your approach afrighted fly , ) Assist , and with your pow'rfull aid be nigh ; Inspire this charm , and may it prove as strong As Circe's or the bold Medea's song . Bring back the sacred herbs , and pow'rfull charms , Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my armes . Throw Meal upon the hallow'd flames : d' you stand Insensible , you Sot , when I command ? Or am I scorn'd , and grown a jest to you ? Strew Salt , and say , thus Delphis Bones I strew . Bring , &c. As Delphis me , so I this Laurel burn , And as that burns , and does to ashes turn , And cracks , and in a glorious light expires , So may false Delphis burn in quicker fires . Bring , &c. As the Wax melts , which in the fire I cast , So in Loves slower flames may Delphis waste : And as this Wheel with motion quick turn'd round , Thô seeming to go on , and quit its ground , Returns , and in its Magick Circle still is found ; So , thô averse , and fled from my embrace , May he return , and still maintain his place . Bring , &c. Hail , Artemis , and aid me from above ; You all the stubborn Pow'rs below can move , Th' Infernal Judges and th' infernal King : Ring , Thestylis , the sounding Brass , haste , ring ; She comes , the Goddess comes , the dreadfull cry Of howling Dogs gives notice she is nigh . Bring , &c. See! silent are the Winds , a peacefull sleep Has calm'd the raging Seas , and smooth'd the Deep , But the rough tempest , that distracts my breast , No calm can find , and will admit no rest . O Chastity , and violated Fame ! I burn for him whose love 's my onely shame . Bring , &c. Thus thrice I Sacrifise , and thrice I pray You execute , great Goddess , what I say : Who e'er she be , that shares his envi'd Bed , Proud by her conquest , and my ruine made , Her honour lost , and she undone , as I , Deserted and abandon'd may she lye , As did on Dia's shoar the royal Maid By perjur'd Theseus cruelty betray'd . Bring , &c. Hippomanes but tasted rage inspires , And with new heat the winged Coursers fires , O'er Fields and Woods , and Mountains tops they go , Their rage no bounds , and they no stop can know ; Such is the plant , and oh ! that I might see My Delphis with like rage run home to me . Bring , &c. This fringe , which my lov'd Delphis once did wear , This once dear relique thus enrag'd I tear : How cruel is the Love , that Leech-like dreins From my pale limbs the bloud , and empty Veins ! Bring , &c. To Morrow a dire potion I 'll compound ; Now , Thestylis , this Philter spread arround His fatal door — ( There all my thoughts , and my lost senses dwell , There thô ill us'd , my Soul continues still ) And spit and the ingratefull Man devove , That slights my passion , and neglects my love . Bring , &c. She 's gone ; and since I now am left alone , What shall I say ? what first shall I bemoan ? What was the Cause ? whence sprung my ill plac't Love ? Diana's Rites can tell , and fatal Grove ; When fair Anaxo to the Temple led , Her nuptial Vow to the chast Goddess paid , With savage Beasts the glorious Pomp was grac'd , And a fierce Lyoness amidst 'em plac'd . Tell , silver Phoebe , tell whence sprung my flame , Tell , for you know whence the dire Passion came . Theucharila , my Nurse , would see the show , She near us dwelt , and beg'd of me to go ; Her pray'rs , and my ill fate at last prevail'd , There my kind Stars , and better Genius fail'd . Tell , &c. There all my Ills began ; for there , alas ! I Delphis saw , and Eudamippus pass : Their golden Hair in careless Curls hung down , And brighter , ( Cynthia , ) far than you they shone . Tell , &c. I saw , and was undone ! a subtile fire Ran through my Veins , and kindled hot desire ; The shining Pomp could now no more surprize , A nobler object now employ'd my Eyes . When that was ended , I forgot to go , How I return'd , or when I did not know ; Ten days , as many restless nights I ●ay , My Beauty to the fierce disease a prey . Tell , &c. My flesh all wasted , and my Limbs all pale , And all my Hair with the strong poison sell : Ah , cruel Love , to what dost thou inforce ? To what Enchantress had not I recourse , For skill in Herbs , and Magick arts renown'd ? No remedy in their vain Arts I found . Tell , &c. With Sickness wasted , and with Grief opprest , Thus to my Servant I at last confest : Haste , Thestylis , thy dying Mistress sends , My Health on Delphis , and my Life depends , Delphis , who gave , alone can cure the Wound ; No remedy for Love but love is found : In active Sports , and Wrestling he delights , And in the bright Palaestra often sits . Tell , &c. There watch your time , and softly let him know Simaetha sent you , then my Lodgings show . She did , and streight his sounding feet I heard . Gods ! but when lovely Delphis first appear'd ! Tell , &c. A death-like cold seiz'd on me from my Brow , Like Southern dew , the liquid drops did flow , Stiff and unmov'd I lay , and on my Tongue My dying words , when I would speak 'em hung ; As when imperfect sounds from Children fall , When in their Dreams they on their Mother call . Tell , &c. The cruel Man sat down upon my Bed , And then with eyes cast downward thus he said : In Love you are as far before me gone , As young Philinus lately I out run . Tell , &c. Had not your kinder Message call'd me home , By Love's sweet Joys at night I would have come , Arm'd with my Friends I had beset you round , And my victorious Head with Poplar crown'd . Tell , &c. Had you admitted me , it had been well , For I in swiftness , and in form excell , But that my vanquish'd Equals best may tell ; Some smaller favour then I had desir'd , And modestly but with a Kiss retir'd ; Had you been cruel , and your doors been barr'd , With Barrs and Torches for the storm I was prepar'd . Tell , &c. Now thanks to you great Queen of Love I owe , And next , my fair Preserver , next to you , She saw the burning Pain which I endure , And recommends to you the mighty Cure ; For cool and gentle are all other fires Compar'd with those which cruel Love inspires . Tell , &c. Love , tender Maids can from their Beds excite , Nor darkness them , nor danger can afright , Love's mighty power can the young Wife compell From her warm sleeping Husband's armes to steal . He said : And I a fond , believing Maid Prest , and reclin'd him gently on my Bed ; Now a new heat return'd with his embrace , Warmth to my Bloud , and colour to my Face , And , to be short , with mutual Kisses fir'd , To the last bliss we eagerly aspir'd , And both attain'd , what both alike desir'd . Now swi●t the hours , and wing'd with pleasure ●lew , Calm were our Passions , and no tempest knew , No quarrel could disturb our peacefull bed ; But all those joys this fatal Morning fled . Aurora scarce had chas'd away the Night , And o'er the World diffus'd her rosie Light , Philista's mother came , ( and as she still The Love , and News o' th' Town delights to tell ; ) She told me first that Delphis Lov'd , but who She could not tell , but that he Lov'd she knew ; All signs of some new love she said she found , His House adorn'd , and Doors with Garlands crown'd . She tells me true ; oh my ill boding fears ! And Delphis treachery too plain appears : His Visits were more frequent , now at last , Since he was here twelve tedious days are past . 'T is so : And can he then so cruel prove , Am I so soon forgotten , and my Love ? Now I 'm content to see what Charms can do , But if he dares go on to use me so , Provokt at last a Potion I 'll prepare , That by his Death shall ease me of my Care. So sure the Poison , and so strong the Draught ; The Secret was by an Assyrian taught . You , Cynthia , now may to the Sea decline , And to the rising Sun your light resign ; My Charm's now done , and has no longer force To fix your Chariot , or retar'd your course ; I , what I can't redress , must learn to bear , And a sad Cure attend from my despair . Adieu , O Moon , and every glimm'ring light , Adieu , ye gay Attendants on the night . THE CYCLOPS . Theocritus Idyll . 11th . Englished by Mr. Duke of Cambridge , To Dr. Short. O Short , no Herb , no Salve was ever found To ease a Lover's heart , or heal his wound ; No Medicine this prevailing Ill subdues , None , but the Charms of the condoling Muse : Sweet to the Sense , and easie to the Mind The Cure , but hard , but very hard to find . This you well know , and surely none so well , Who both in Physick's sacred Art excell , And in Wit 's Orb among the brighest shine , The Love of Phoebus , and the tunefull nine . Thus sweetly sad of old , the Cyclops strove To soften his uneasie hours of Love. Then when hot Youth urg'd him to fierce desire , And Galatea's eyes kindled the raging sire , His was no common Flame , nor could he move In the old Arts , and beaten Paths of Love ; Nor Flowers , nor Fruits sent to oblige the Fair , Nor more to please , curl'd his neglected Hair. His was all Rage , all Madness ; To his Mind No other Cares their wonted entrance find . Oft from the Feild his Flock return'd alone Unheeded , unobserv'd : He on some stone , Or craggy Cliff , to the deaf Winds and Sea Accusing Galatea's Cruelty ; Till Night from the first dawn of opening Day , Consumes with inward heat , and melts away . Yet then a Cure , the onely Cure he found , And thus apply'd it to the bleeding Wound ; From a steep Rock , from whence he might survey The Floud , the ( Bed where his lov'd Sea-Nymph lay , ) His drooping head with Sorrow bent he hung , And thus his griefs calm'd with his mournfull Song : Fair Galatea , why is all my Pain Rewarded thus ? soft Love with sharp disdain ? Fairer than falling Snow or rising Light , Soft to the touch as charming to the sight ; Sprightly as unyoak'd Hei●ers , on whose head The tender Crescents but begin to spread ; Yet cruel You to harshness more encline , Than unripe Grapes pluck'd from the savage Vine . Soon as my heavy Eyelid's seal'd with sleep , Hither you come out from the foaming deep ; But when Sleep leaves me , you together fly , And vanish swiftly from my opening Eye , Swift as young Lambs when the fierce Wolf they spy . I well remember the first fatal day That made my Heart your Beauty's easie prey , 'T was when the Floud You , with my Mother , left , Of all it's brightness , all it's Pride bereft , To gather Flowers from the steep Mountains top , Of the high Office proud , I led you up ; To Hyacinths , and Roses did you bring , And shew'd you all the Treasures of the Spring . But from that hour my Soul has known no rest , Soft Peace is banish'd from my tortur'd Breast , I rage , I burn . Yet still regardless you Not the least sign of melting Pity shew : No ; by the Gods that shall Revenge my pain ! No ; you the more I love the more disdain . Ah! Nymph , by every Grace adorn'd , I know Why you despise and ●ly the Cyclops so ; Because a shaggy Brow from side to side , Stretch'd in a line , does my large Forehead hide ; And under that one onely Eye does shine , And my flat Nose to my big Lip does joyn . Such thô I am , yet know , a Thousand sheep , The pride of the Sicilian Hills , I keep ; With sweetest Milk they fill my flowing Pails , And my vast stock of Cheeses never fails ; In Summer's heat , or Winter's sharpest cold , My loaded Shelves groan with the weight they hold . With such soft Notes I the shrill Pipe inspire , That every listning Cyclops does admire ; While with it often I all night proclaim , Thy powerfull charms , and my succesless flame . For thee twelve Does , all big with Fawn , I feed , And four Bear-Cubs , tame to thy hand , I breed . Ah! come , to me , fair Nymph , and you shall find These are the smallest Gifts for thee design'd . Ah! come and leave the angry Waves to roar , And break themselves against the sounding shoar . How much more Pleasant would thy Slumbers be In the retir'd and peacefull Cave with me ? There the streight Cypress and green Laurel joyn , And creeping Ivy clasps the cluster'd Vine ; There fresh , cool Rills , from Aetna's purest Snow , Dissolv'd into Ambrosial liquor , flow . Who the wild Waves , and brackish Sea could chuse , And these still Shades , and these sweet Streams refuse ? But if you fear that I , o'er-grown with hair , Without a fire defye the winter Air , Know I have mighty stores of Wood , and know Perpetual Fires on my bright Hearth do glow . My Soul , my Life it self should burn for Thee , And this One Eye , as dear as Life to me . Why was not I with Fins , like Fishes , made , That I , like them , might in the Deep have play'd ? Then would I dive beneath the yielding Tide , And kiss your hand if you your lips deny'd . To thee I 'd Lilies , and red Poppies bear , And flowers that Crown each Season of the Year . But I 'm resolv'd I 'll learn to swim and dive Of the next Stranger that does here arrive , That th' undiscover'd Pleasures I may know Which you enjoy in the deep Floud below . Come forth , O● Nymph , and coming forth forget , Like me that on this Rock unmindfull sit , ( Of all things else unmindfull but of thee ) Home to return forget , and live with me . With me the sweet and pleasing Labour chuse , To feed the Flock , and Milk the burthen'd Ewes , To press the Cheese , and the sharp Runnet to infuse . My Mother does unkindly use her Son , By her neglect the Cyclops is undone ; For me she never labours to prevail , Nor whispers in your Ear my am'rous Tale. No ; thô she knows I languish every day , And sees my Body waste , and strength decay . But I more Ills than what I feel will feign , And of my Head , and of my Feet complain ; That , in her Breast if any Pity lye , She may be sad , and griev'd as well as I. O Cyclops , Cyclops , where 's thy Reason fled ? If your young Lambs with new pluckt boughs you fed , And watch'd your Flock , would you not seem more wise ? Milk what is next , Persue not that which flies . Perhaps you may , since This proves so unkind , Another fairer Galatea find . Me many Virgins as I pass invite To waste with them in Love's soft Sports the Night , And if I but in●line my listning Ear , New Joys , new Smiles in all their looks appear . Thus We , it seems , can be belov'd ; and We , It seems , are Somebody as well as She. Thus did the Cyclops fan his raging fire , And sooth'd with gentle Verse his fierce Desire . Thus pass'd his hours with more delight and ease , Than if the Riches of the World were His. TO CAELIA . By Mr. Duke . FLy swift , ye Hours , ye sluggish Minutes fly , Bring back my Love or let her Lover dye . Make haste , O Sun and to my eyes once more , My Caelia brighter than thy self restore . In spight of thee , 't is Night when she 's away , Her Eyes alone can the glad beams display , That make my sky look clear , and guide my day . O when will she li●t up her sacred Light ! And chase away the flying shades of Night ! With Her how fast the ●lowing hours run on ? But oh ! how long they stay when she is gone ? So slowly Time when clogg'd with Grief does move ; So , swift when born upon the Wings of Love ! Hardly three days , they tell me , yet are past , Yet 't is an age since I beheld her last . O my auspicious Star make haste to rise , To charm our Hearts and bless our longing Eyes ! O how I long on thy dear eyes to gaze , And chear my own with their reflected rays ! How my impatient , thirsty Soul does long , To hear the charming Musick of thy Tongue ! Where pointed Wit with solid Judgment grows , And in one easie s●ream united flows . When e'er you speak , with what delight we hear , You call up every Soul to every Ear ! Nature's too prodigal to Woman-kind , Ev'n where she does neglect t' adorn the mind ; Beauty alone bears such resistless sway , As makes Man-kind with joy and pride obey . But oh ! when Wit and Sense with Beauty 's joyn'd , The Woman's sweetness with the manly mind , When Nature with so just a hand does mix , The most engaging charms of either Sex ; And out of both that thus in one combine Does something form not humane but Divine , What 's her command but that we all adore The noblest work of her almighty power ! Nor ought our Zeal thy anger to create , Since Love's thy debt , nor is our Choice but Fate ▪ Where Nature bids , worship I 'm forc'd to pay , Nor have the Liberty to Disobey . And whensoe'er she does a Poet make , She gives him Verse but for thy Beauties sake ▪ Had I a Pen that could at once impart Soft Ovid's Nature and high Virgil's Art , Then the immortal Sacharissa's Name Should be but second in the list of Fame ; Each grove each shade should with thy praise be fill'd , And the fam'd Penshurst to our Windsor yield . PROLOGUE , To the University of Oxon. Spoken by Mr. Hart , at the Acting of the Silent Woman , Written by Mr. Dryden . WHat Greece , when Learning flourish'd , onely Knew , ( Athenian Judges , ) you this day Renew . Here too are Annual Rites to Pallas done , And here Poetique prizes lost or won . Methinks I see you , Crown'd with Olives sit , And strike a sacred Horrour from the Pit. A Day of Doom is this of your Decree , Where even the Best are but by Mercy free : A Day which none but Iohnson durst have wish'd to see . Here they who long have known the usefull Stage , Come to be taught themselves to teach the Age. As your Commissioners our Poets goe , To Cultivate the Virtue which you sow : In your Lycaeum , first themselves refind , And Delegated thence to Humane kind . But as Embassadours , when long from home , For new Instructions to their Princes come ; So Poets who your Precepts have forgot , Return , and beg they may be better taught : Follies and Faults elsewhere by them are shown , But by your Manners they Correct their Own. Th' illiterate Writer , Emperique like , applies To minds diseas'd , unsafe , chance Remedies : The Learn'd in Schools , where Knowledge first began , Studies with Care th' Anatomy of Man ; Sees Vertue , Vice , and Passions in their Cause , And Fame from Science , not from Fortune draws . So Poetry , which is in Oxford made An Art , in London onely is a Trade . There Haughty Dunces whose unlearned Pen Could ne'er Spell Grammar , would be reading Men. Such build their Poems the Lucretian way , So many Huddled Atoms make a Play , And if they hit in Order by some Chance , They call that Nature , which is Ignorance . To such a Fame let mere Town-Wits aspire , And their Gay Nonsense their own Citts admire . Our Poet , could he find Forgiveness here Would wish it rather than a Plaudit there . He owns no Crown from those Praetorian bands , But knows that Right is in this Senates hands . Not Impudent enough to hope your Praise , Low at the Muses feet , his Wreath he lays , And where he took it up Resigns his Bays . Kings make their Poets whom themselves think fit , But 't is your Suffrage makes Authentique Wit. EPILOGUE , Spoken by the same . Written by Mr. Dryden . NO poor Dutch Peasant , wing'd with all his Fear , Flies with more haste , when the French arms draw near , Than We with our Poetique train come down For refuge hither , from th' infected Town ; Heaven for our Sins this Summer has thought fit To visit us with all the Plagues of Wit. A French Troop first swept all things in its way , But those Hot Monsieurs were too quick to stay ; Yet , to our Cost in that short time , we find They left their Itch of Novelty behind . Th' Italian Merry-Andrews took their place , And quite Debauch'd the Stage with Iewd Grimace ; Instead of Wit , and Humours , your Delight Was there to see two Hobby-horses Fight , Stout Scaramoucha with Rush Lance rode in , And ran a Tilt at Centaure Arlequin . For Love you heard how amorous Asses bray'd , And Cats in Gutters gave their Serenade . Nature was out of Countenance , and each Day Some new born Monster shewn you for a Play. But when all fail'd , to strike the Stage quite Dumb , Those wicked Engines call'd Machines are come . Thunder and Lightning now for Wit are Play'd , And shortly Scenes in Lapland will be Lay'd : Art Magique is for Poetry profest , And Cats and Dogs , and each obscener Beast To which Aegyptian Dotards once did Bow , Upon our English stage are worship'd now . Witchcraft reigns there , and raises to Renown Macbeth , the Simon Magus of the Town . Fletcher's despis'd , your Iohnson out of Fashion , And Wit the onely Drug in all the Nation . In this low Ebb our Wares to you are shown , By you those Staple Authours worth is known , For Wit 's a Manufacture of your Own. When you , who onely can , their Scenes have prais'd . We 'll boldly back , and say their Price is rais'd . PROLOGUE , to the Vniversity of Oxford , 1674. Spoken by Mr. Hart. Written by Mr. Dryden . Poets , your Subjects , have their Parts assign'd T' unbend , and to divert their Sovereign's mind ; When tyr'd with following Nature , you think fit To seek repose in the cool shades of Wit , And from the sweet Retreat , with Joy survey What rests , and what is conquer'd , of the way . Here free your selves , from Envie , Care and Strife , You view the various turns of humane Life : Safe in our Scene , through dangerous Courts you go , And Undebauch'd , the Vice of Cities know . Your Theories are here to Practice brought , As in Mechanick operations wrought ; And Man the Little world before you set , As once the Sphere of Chrystal , shew'd the Great : Blest sure are you above all Mortal kind : If to your Fortunes you can Suit your Mind . Content to see , and shun , those Ills we show , And Crimes , on Theatres alone , to know : With joy we bring what our dead Authours writ , And beg from you the value of their Wit. That Shakespear's , Fletcher's , and great Iohnson's claim May be Renew'd from those , who gave them fame . None of our living Poets dare appear , For Muses so severe are worshipt here ; That conscious of their Faults they shun the Eye , And as Prophane , from Sacred places fly , Rather than see th' offended God , and dye . We bring no Imperfections , but our own , Such Faults as made , are by the Makers shown . And you have been so kind , that we may boast , The greatest Judges still can Pardon most . Poets must stoop , when they would please our Pit , Debas'd even to the Level of their Wit. Disdaining that , which yet they know , will Take , Hating themselves , what their Applause must make : But when to Praise from you they would Aspire Though they like Eagles Mount , your Iove is Higher . So far your Knowledge , all their Pow'r transcends , As what should be , beyond what Is , extends . EPILOGUE , Spoken by Mrs. Boutell . Written by Mr. Dryden . OFT has our Poet wisht , this happy Seat Might prove his fading Muses last retreat : I wonder'd at h●s wish , but now I find He sought for quiet , and content of mind ; Which noisfull Towns , and Courts can never know , And onely in the shades like Laurels grow . Youth , e'er it sees the World , here studies rest , And Age returning thence concludes it best . What wonder if we court that happiness Yearly to share , which hourly you possess , Teaching ev'n you , ( while the vext World we show , ) Your Peace to value more , and better know ? 'T is all we can return for favours past , Whose holy Memory shall ever last , For Patronage from him whose care presides O'er every noble Art , and every Science guides : Bathurst , a name the learn'd with reverence know , And scarcely more to his own Virgil owe. Whos 's Age enjoys but what his Youth deserv'd , To rule those Muses whom before he serv'd , His Learning , and untainted Manners too We find ( Athenians ) are deriv'd to you ; Such Ancient hospitality there rests In yours , as dwelt in the first Grecian Breasts , Whose kindness was Religion to their Guests . Such Modesty did to our sex appear , As had there been no Laws we need not fear , Since each of you was our Protector here . Converse so chast , and so strict Vertue shown , As might Apollo with the Muses own . Till our return we must despair to find Judges so just , so knowing , and so kind . Prologue to the Vniversity of Oxford . DIscord , and Plots which have undone our Age With the same ruine , have o'erwhelm'd the Stage . Our House has suffer'd in the common Woe , We have been troubled with Scotch Rebels too ; Our Brethren , are from Thames to Tweed departed , And of our Sisters , all the kinder hearted , To Edenborough gone , or Coacht , or Carted . With bonny Blewcap there they act all night For Scotch half Crown , in English Three-pence hight . One Nymph , to whom fat Sir Iohn Falst aff's lean , There with her single Person fills the Scene . Another , with long use , and Age decay'd , Div'd here old Woman , and rose there a Maid . Our Trusty Door-keepers of former time , There strutt and swagger in Heroique rhime : Tack but a Copper-lace to Drugget sute , And there 's a Heroe made without dispute . And that which was a Capons tayl before , Becomes a plume for Indian Emperour . But all his Subjects , to express the care Of Imitation , go , like Indians , bare ; Lac'd Linen there wou'd be a dangerous thing , It might perhaps a new Rebellion bring , The Scot who wore it , wou'd be chosen King. But why shou'd I these Renegades describe , When you your selves have seen a lewder Tribe . Teg has been here , and to this learned Pit , With Irish action slander'd English Wit. You have beheld such barb'rous Mac's appear , As merited a second Massacre . Such as like Cain were branded with disgrace , And had their Country stampt upon their Face : When Stroulers durst presume to pick your purse , We humbly thought our broken Troop not worse , How ill soe'er our action may deserve , Oxford's a place , where Wit can never sterve . PROLOGUE TO THE University of OXFORD : By Mr. Dryden . THo' Actors cannot much of Learning boast , Of all who want it , we admire it most . We love the Praises of a Learned Pit , As we remotely are ally'd to Wit. We speak our Poets Wit , and Trade in Ore , Like those who touch upon the Golden Shore : Betwixt our Judges can distinction make , Discern how much , and why , our Poems take . Mark if the Fools , or Men of Sence , rejoyce , Whether th' Applause be only Sound or Voice . When our Fop Gallants , or our City Folly Clap over-loud , it makes us melancholy : We doubt that Scene which does their wonder raise , And , for their ignorance contemn their Praise . Judge then , if We who Act , and They who Write , Shou'd not be proud of giving You delight . London likes grossly , but this nicer Pit Examines , Fathoms all the depths of Wit : The ready Finger lays on every Blot , Knows what shou'd justly please , and what shou'd not . Nature her self lies open to your view , You judge by Her what draught of Her is true , Where out lines false , and Colours seem too faint , Where Bunglers dawb , and where True Poets Paint . But by the Sacred Genius of this Place , By every Muse , by each Domestick Grace , Be kind to Wit , which but endeavours well , And , where you judge , presumes not to excel . Our Poets hither for Adoption come , As Nations su'd to be made Free of Rome . Not in the suffragating Tribes to stand , But in your utmost , last , Provincial Band. If His Ambition may those Hopes pursue , Who with Religion loves Your Arts and You , Oxford to Him a dearer Name shall be , Than His own Mother University . Thebes did His Green , unknowing Youth ingage , He chuses Athens in His Riper Age. EPILOGUE To OXFORD : Spoken by Mrs. Marshal , Writ by Mr. Dryden . OFt has our Poet wish'd ▪ This happy Seat Might prove His fading Muses last retreat : I wonder'd at his wish ; but now I find , He here sought quiet , and content of Mind : Which noiseful Towns and Courts can never know , And only in the Shades , like Lawrels grow . Youth , e're it sees the World , here studies rest , And Age , returning thence , concludes it best . What wonder , if we court that happiness , Yearly to share , which Hourly You possess ? Teaching ev'n You , while the vext World we show Your Peace to value more , and better know . 'T is all we can return for Favours past , Whose holy Memory shall ever last . For Patronage from Him whose care presides , O're every Noble Art , and every Science guides : Bathurst , a Name the Learn'd with Rev'rence know , And scarcely more to his own Virgil owe. Whos 's Age enjoys but what His Youth deserv'd , To rule those Muses whom before He serv'd . His Learning and untainted Manners too , We find , Athenians , are deriv'd to You. Such ancient Hospitality there rests In Yours , as dwelt in the first Grecian Brests , Where Kindness was Religion to their Guests . Such Modesty did to our Sex appear , As , had there been no Laws , we need not fear , Since each of You was our Protector here . Converse so chast , and so strict Vertue shown , As might Apollo with the Muses own . Till our Return , we must despair to find Judges so just , so knowing and so kind . The Prologue at OXFORD , 1680. By Mr. Dryden . THespis , the first Professor of our Art , At Country Wakes , Sung Ballads from a Cart. To prove this true , if Latin be no Trespass , Dicitur & Plaustris , vexisse Poemata Thespis . But Escalus , says Horace in some Page , Was the first Mountebank that trod the Stage : Yet Athens never knew your Learned sport , Of Tossing Poets in a Tennis-Court ; But 't is the Talent of our English Nation , Still to be Plotting some New Reformation : And few years hence , if Anarchy goes on , Iack Presbyter shall here Erect his Throne . Knock out a Tub with Preaching once a day , And every Prayer be longer than a Play. Then all you Heathen Wits shall go to Pot , For disbelieving of a Popish Plot : Your Poets shall be us'd like Infidels , And worst the Author of the Oxford Bells : Nor shou'd we scape the Sentence , to Depart , Ev'n in our first Original , A Cart. No Zealous Brother there wou'd want a Stone , To Maul Us Cardinals , and pelt Pope Ioan : Religion , Learning , Wit , wou'd be supprest , Rags of the Whore , and Trappings of the Beast : Scot , Swarez , Tom of Aquin , must go down , As chief Supporters of the Triple Crown ; And Aristotle's for destruction ripe , Some say He call'd the Soul an Organ-Pipe , Which by some little help of Derivation , Shall then be prov'd a Pipe of Inspiration . The Prologue to ALBUMAZAR : Written by Mr. Dryden . TO say this Comedy pleas'd long ago , Is not enough to make it pass You now . Yet , Gentlemen , your Ancestors had wit ; When few Men censur'd , and when fewer Writ . And Iohnson ( of those few the best ) chose this , As the best model of his Master-piece : Subtle was got by our Albumazar , That Alchymist by this Astrologer ; Here he was fashion'd , and we may suppose , He lik'd the Fashion well , who wore the Cloaths . But Ben made Nobly his , what He did mould , What was anothers Lead , becomes His Gold : Like an unrighteous Conqueror He Reigns , Yet Rules that well , which He unjustly gains . But this our Age such Authors does afford , As make whole Plays , and yet scarce Write one word : Who in this Anarchy of Wit , Rob all ; And what 's their Plunder , their Possession call . Who , like bold Padders , scorn by Night to Prey , But Rob by Sunshine , in the face of Day . Nay scarce the common Ceremony use , Of Stand Sir , and deliver up Your Muse ; But knock the Poet down , and , with a Grace , Mount Pegasus before the Owners Face . Faith , if you have such Country Tom's abroad , 'T is time for all True Men to leave that Road. Yet it were modest , could it but be said They Strip the Living , but these Rob the Dead : Dare with the Mummyes of the Muses Play , And make Love to them the Aegyptian way : Or as a Rhyming Author would have said , Joyn the Dead Living to the Living Dead . Such Men in Poetry may claim some part , They have the License , tho' they want the Art. And might , where The●t was prais'd , for Lawreats stand Poets , not of the Head , but of the Hand . They make the benefits of others studying , Much like the Meals of Politick Iack Pudding . Whose dish to challenge , no Man has the courage , 'T is all his own when once h' has spit i' th' Porrige . But , Gentlemen , you 're all concern'd in this , You are in fault for what they do amiss . For They their Thefts still undiscover'd think , And durst not Steal , unless You please to wink . Perhaps , You may award by Your Decree , They shou'd refund , but that can never be . For should You Letters of Reprisal Seal , These Men Write that which no Man else would steal . Prologue to ARVIRAGUS REVIV'D : Spoken by Mr. Hart. Written by Mr. Dryden . WIth sickly Actors and an old House too , We 're match'd with Glorious Theatres and New And with our Alehouse Scenes , and Cloaths bare worn , Can neither raise Old Plays , nor New adorn . If all these ills could not undo us quite , A Brisk French Troop is grown your dear delight . Who with broad bloody Bills call you each day , To laugh , and break your Buttons at their Play. Or see some serious Piece , which we presume Is fal'n from some incomparable Plume ; And therefore , Messieurs , if you 'l do us grace , Send Lacquies early to preserve your Place . We dare not on your Priviledge intrench , Or ask you why you like ' em ? They are French. Therefore some go with Courtesie exceeding , Neither to Hear nor See , but show their Breeding . Each Lady striving to out-laugh the rest , To make it seem they understood the Jest : Their Countrymen come in , and nothing pay , To teach Us English where to Clap the Play : Civil Igad : Our Hospitable Land , Bears all the charge for them to understand : Mean time we Languish , and neglected lye , Like Wives , while You keep better Company ; And wish for our own sakes , without a Satyr , You 'd less good Breeding , or had more good Nature . Prologue Spoken the first day of the King's House Acting after the Fire . Writ by Mr. Dryden . SO Shipwrackt Passengers escape to Land , So look they , when on the bare Beach they stand Dropping and cold , and their first fear scarce o're , Expecting Famine on a Desart Shore . From that hard Climate we must wait for Bread , Whence ev'n the Natives , forc'd by hunger , fled . Our Stage does Humane Chance present to view , But ne're before was seen so sadly true . You are chang'd too , and Your pretence to see , Is but a Nobler Name for Charity . Your own Provisions furnish out our Feasts , While You the Founders make your selves the guests ▪ Of all Mankind beside Fate had some Care , But for poor Wit no portion did prepare , 'T is left a Rent Charge to the Brave and Fair. You cherish'd it , and now its Fall you mourn , Which blind unmanner'd Zealots make their scorn . Who think that Fire a Judgment on the Stage , Which spar'd not Temples in its furious rage . But as our new built City rises higher , So from Old Theatres may New aspire , Since Fate contrives Magnificence by Fire . Our Great Metropolis does far surpass What e're is now , and equals all that was : Our Wit as far does Foreign Wit Excel , And , like a King , shou'd in a Palace dwell . But we with Golden Hopes are vainly fed , Talk high , and Entertain You in a Shed : Your Presence here ( for which we humbly Sue ) Will Grace Old Theatres , and build up New. Prologue for the Women , when they Acted at the Old THEATRE in LINCOLNS-INN-FIELDS . Written by Mr. Dryden . WHere none of you Gallants e're driven so hard , As when the poor kind Soul was under guard And could not do 't at home , in someby-street , To take a Lodging , and in private meet ? Such is our Case , We can't appoint our House , The Lovers old and wanted Rendezvouz . But hither to this trusty Nook remove , The worse the Lodging is , the more the Love. For much good Pastime , many a dear sweet hug Is stoln in Garrets on the humble Rugg . Here 's good Accommodation in the Pit , The Grave demurely in the midst may Sit. And so the hot Burgundian on the Side , Ply Vizard Masque , and o're the Benches stride : Here are convenient upper Boxes too , For those that make the most triumphant show , All that keep Coaches must not Sit below . There Gallants , You betwixt the Acts retire , And at dull Plays have something to admire : We who look up , can Your Addresses mark ; And see the Creatures Coupled in the Ark : So we expect the Lovers , Braves , and Wits , The Gaudy House with Scenes , will serve for Citts . A Prologue spoken at the Opening of the NEW HOUSE , Mar. 26. 1674. VVritten by Mr. Dryden . A Plain Built House after so long a stay , Will send you half unsatisfy'd away ; When , fal'n from your expected Pomp , you find A bare convenience only is design'd . You who each day can Theatres behold , Like Nero's Palace , shining all with Gold , Our mean ungilded Stage will scorn , we fear , And for the homely Room , disdain the Chear . Yet now cheap Druggets to a Mode are grown , And a plain Sute ( since we can make but one ) Is better than to be by tarnisht gawdry known . They who are by Your Favours wealthy made , With mighty Sums may carry on the Trade : We , broken Banquers , half destroy'd by Fire , With our small Stock to humble Roofs retire , Pity our Loss , while you their Pomp admire . For Fame and Honour we no longer strive , We yield in both , and only beg to Live. Unable to support their vast Expence , Who Build , and Treat with such Magnificence ; That like th' Ambitious Monarchs of the Age , They give the Law to our Provincial Stage : Great Neighbours enviously promote Excess , While they impose their Splendor on the less . But only Fools , and they of vast Estate , Th' extremity of Modes will imitate , The dangling Knee-fringe , and the Bib-Cravat . Yet if some Pride with want may be allow'd , We in our plainness may be justly proud : Our Royal Master will'd it should be so , What e're He 's pleas'd to own , can need no show : That Sacred Name gives Ornament and Grace , And , like his stamp , makes basest Mettals pass . 'T were Folly now a stately Pile to raise , To build a Play-House while You throw down Plays . Whilst Scenes , Machines , and empty Opera's reign , And for the Pencil You the Pen disdain . While Troops of famisht Frenchmen hither drive , And laugh at those upon whose Alms they live : Old English Authors vanish , and give place To these new Conqu'rors of the Norman Race ; More tamely , than your Fathers You submit , You 'r now grown Vassals to 'em in your wit : Mark , when they Play , how our fine Fops advance The mighty Merits of these Men of France , Keep Time , cry Ben , and humour the Cadence : Well please your selves , but sure 't is understood , That French Machines have ne'r done England good : I wou'd not prophesie our Houses Fate : But while vain ●hows and Scenes you over-rate , 'T is to be fear'd — That as a Fire the former House o'rethrew , Machines and Tempests will destroy the new . Epilogue by the same Author . THough what our Prologue said was sadly true , Yet , Gentlemen , our homely House is new , A Charm that seldom fails with , wicked , You. A Country Lip may have the Velvet touch , Tho' She 's no Lady , you may think her such , A strong imagination may do much . But you , loud Sirs , who tho' your Curls look big , Criticks in Plume and white vallancy Wig , Who lolling on our foremost Benches sit , And still charge first , ( the true forlorn of Wit ) Whose favours , like the Sun , warm where you roul , Yet you like him , have neither heat nor Soul ; So may your Hats your Foretops never press , Untouch'd your Ribbonds , sacred be your dress ; So may you slowly to Old Age advance , And have th' excuse of Youth for Ignorance . So may ●op corner full of noise remain , And drive far off the dull attentive train ; So may your Midnight Scowrings happy prove , And Morning Batt'ries force your way to Love ; So may not France your Warlike Hands recall , But leave you by each others Swords to fall : As you come here to ruffle Vizard Punk , When sober , rail and roar when you are drunk . But to the Wits we can some merit plead , And urge what by themselves has oft been said : Our House relieves the Ladies from the frights Of ill pav'd Streets , and long dark Winter Nights ; The Flanders Horses from a cold bleak Road , Where Bears in Furs dare scarcely look abroad . The Audience from worn Plays and Fustian Stuff Of Rhyme , more nauseous than three Boys in Buff. Though in their House the Poets Heads appear , We hope we may presume their Wits are here . The best which they reserv'd they now will Play , For , like kind Cuckolds , tho' w' have not the way To please , we 'l find you Abler Men who may . If they shou'd fail , for last recruits we breed A Troop of frisking Monsieurs to succeed : ( You know the French sure cards at time of need . ) An EPILOGUE . VVritten by Mr. Dryden . WEre you but half so Wise as y' are Severe , Our youthful Poet shou'd not need to fear . To his green Years your Censures you would suit , Not blast the Blossom , but expect the Fruit. The Sex that best does pleasure understand , Will always chuse to err on t' other hand . They check not him that 's awkard in delight , But Clap the young Rogues Cheek , and set him right . Thus heart'nd well and flesh'd upon his prey , The Yonth may prove a Man another day . Your Ben and Fletcher in their first young flight Did no Volpone , no Arbaces write . But hopp'd about , and short excursions made From Bough to Bough , as if they were afraid , And each were guilty of some slighted Maid . Shakespear's own Muse her Pericles first bore , The Prince of Tyre was elder than the Moore : 'T is miracle to see a first good Play , All Hawthorns do not bloom on Christmas-day . A slender Poet must have time to grow , And spread and burnish as his Brothers do . Who still looks lean , sure with some Pox is curst , But no Man can be Falstaff fat at first . Then damn not , but indulge his stew'd essays , Encourage him , and bloat him up with praise . That he may get more bulk before he dyes , He 's not yet fed enough for Sacrifice . Perhaps if now your Grace you will not grudge , He may grow up to Write , and you to Judge . An Epilogue for the KINGS HOUSE . VVritten by Mr. Dryden . WE Act by fits and starts , like drowning Men , But just peep up , and then dop down again . Let those who call us wicked , change their sence , For never Men liv'd more on Providence . Not Lott'ry Cavaliers are half so poor , Nor broken Citts , nor a Vacation Whore. Not Courts , nor Courtiers living on the Rents Of the three last ungiving Parliaments . So wretched , that if Pharaoh cou'd Divine , He might have spar'd his dream of 7 Lean Kine , And chang'd his Vision for the Muses Nine . The Comet , that they say portends a Dearth , Was but a Vapour drawn from Playhouse Earth . Pent there since our last Fire , and Lilly says , Foreshews our change of State , and thin Third days . 'T is not our want of Wit that keeps us poor , For then the Printers Press would suffer more . Their Pamphleteers each day their venom spit , They thrive by Treason , and we starve by Wit. Confess the truth , which of you has not laid Four Farthings out to buy the Hatfield Maid ? Or which is duller yet , and more wou'd spite us , Democritus his Wars with Heraclitus . Such are the Authors who have run us down , And exercis'd you Criticks of the Town . Yet these are Pearls to your Lampooning Rhymes , Y'abuse your selves more dully than the Times . Scandal , the Glory of the English Nation , Is worn to Raggs , and scribbl'd out of fashion . Such harmless thrusts , as if , like Fencers wise , They had agreed their Play before their prize : Faith , they may hang their Harps upon the Willows 'T is just like Children when they Box with pillows . Then put an end to Civil Wars for shame , Let each Knight Errant who has wrong'd a Dame , Throw down his Pen , and give Her as He can , The satisfaction of a Gentleman . Prologue to the Princess of CLEVES . VVritten by Mr. Dryden . LAdies ! ( I hope there 's none behind to hear , ) I long to whisper something in your Ear : A Secret , which does much my Mind perplex , There 's Treason in the Play against our Sex. A Man that 's false to Love , that Vows and cheats , And kisses every living thing he meets ! A Rogue in Mode , I dare not speak too broad , One that does something to the very Bawd. Out on him , Traytor , for a filt●y Beast , Nay , and he 's like the pack of all the rest ; None of 'em stick at mark : They all deceive , Some Iew has chang'd the Text , I half believe , Their Adam cozen'd our poor Grandame Eve. To hide their faults they rap out Oaths and tear : Now tho' we Lye w●re too well bred to Swear . So we compound for half the Sin we owe , But men are dipt for Soul and Body too . And when found out excuse themselves , ●ox cant 'em , With Latin stuff , perjuria ridet Amantum . I 'm not Book Learn'd to know that word in vogue , But I suspect 't is Latin for a Rogue . I 'me sure I never heard that Schritchowl hollow'd In my poor ears , but Separation follow'd . How can such perjur'd Villains e're be Saved , Achitophel's not half so false to David . With Vows and soft expressions to allure , They stand like Foremen of a Shop , demure , No sooner out of sight , but they are gadding , And for the next new Face Ride out a padding . Yet , by their favour when they have bin Kissing , We can perceive the ready Mony missing : Well! we may rail , but 't is as good e'en wink , Something we find , and something they wi●l sink . But since they 'r at Renouncing , 't is our parts , To trump their Diamonds , as they trump our Hearts Epilogue to the Princess of Cleves , VVritten by Mr. Dryden . A Qualm of Conscience brings me back agen To make amends to you be spatter'd Men ! We Women Love like Cats , that hide their Joys , By growling , squaling , and a hideous noise . I rail'd at wild young Sparks , but without lying , Never was Man worse thought on for high-flying ; The prodigal of Love gives each her part , And squandring shows , at least , a noble Heart . I 've heard of Men , who in some lew'd Lampoon , Have hir'd a Friend , to make their valour known . That Accusation straight , this question brings , What is the Man that does such naughty things ? The Spaniel Lover , like a sneaking Fop , Lyes at our Feet . He 's scarce worth taking up ; 'T is true , such Hero's in a Play go far , But Chamber practice , is not like the Bar. When Men such vile , such faint Petitions make , We fear to give , because they fear to take ; Since Modesty's the Vertue of our kind , Pray let it be to our own Sex confin'd . When Men usurp it from the Female Nation , 'T is but a work of Supererrogation . — We show'd a Princess in the Play. 'T is true , Who gave her Caesar more than all his due . Told her own Faults , but I shou'd much abhor , To choose a Husband for my Confessor . You see what Fate follow'd the Saint-like Fool , For telling Tales from out the Nuptial School . Our Play a merry Comedy had prov'd , Had she Confess't as much to him she lov'd . True Presbyterian-Wives , the means wou'd try , But damn'd Confessing is flat Popery . Spoken , To the Queen in Trinity-College New-Court in Cambridge . VVritten by Mr. DUKE . THou equal Partner of the Royal Bed , That ma'kst a Crown sit soft on Charles's Head ; In whom with Greatness , Virtue takes her Seat ; Meekness with Power , and Piety with State ; Whose Goodness might even Factious Crouds reclaim , Win the Seditious and the Savage tame ; Tyrants themselves to gentlest Mercy bring , And only Useless is on such a King ; See , Mighty Princess , see how every Brest , With Joy and Wonder , is at once possest : Such was the Joy , which the first Mortals knew , When Gods descended to the peoples view , Such devout Wonder did it then afford , To see those Pow'rs they had unseen ador'd , But they were Feign'd : Nor if they had been true , Could shed more Blessings on the Earth than you . Our Courts enlarg'd , their former bounds disdain , To make Reception for so great a Train ; Here may your Sacred Brest rejoyce to see , Your own Age strive with Ancient Piety , Soon now , since Blest by your Auspicious Eyes , To full Perfection shall our Fabrick rise . Less powerful Charms than Yours of old could call , The willing Stones into the Theban Wall , And Ours which Now its rise to You shall owe , More fam'd than that by Your great Name shall grow . FLORIANA , A PASTORAL upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchess of Southampton . By Mr. DUKE . Damon . TEll me my Thyrsis , tell thy Damon , why Do's my lov'd Swain in this sad posture lie ? What mean these streams still falling from thine Eyes , Fast as those sighs from thy swoln bosom rise ? Has the fierce Wolf broke thro' the fenced ground ? Have thy Lambs stray'd ? or has Dorinda frown'd ? Thyrsis . The Wolf ? Ah! let him come for now he may Have thy Lambs stray'd ? let 'em for ever stray : Dorinda frown'd ? No , She is ever mild ; Nay , I remember but just now She smil'd : Alas ! She smil'd ; for to the lovely Maid None had the fatal Tidings yet convey'd : Tell me then Shepherd , tell me , canst thou find As long as thou art true , and She is kind , A Grief so great , as may prevail above Even Damon's Friendship , or Dorinda's Love ? Damon . Sure there is none . Thyrs . But , Damon there may be : What if the charming Floriana die ? Damon . Far be the Omen ! Thyrs . But suppose it true . Damon . Then should I grieve my Thyrsis , more than you . She is — Thyrs . Alas ! She was , but is no more ; Now , Damon , now , let thy swoln eyes run o're : Here to this Turf by thy sad Thyrsis grow , And when my streams of Grief too shallow flow , Let in thy Tide to raise the Torrent high , Till both a Deluge make , and in it die . Damon . Then that to this wisht height the Floud might swell , Friend , I will tell thee . Th. Friend , I thee will tell , How young , how good , how beautiful She fell . Oh! She was all for which fond Mothers pray , Blessing their Babes when first they see the Da● . Beauty and She were one ; for in her Face Sate Sweetness temper'd with Majestick Grace ; Such pow'rful Charms as might the proudest aw , Yet such attractive goodness as might draw The Humblest , and to both give equal Law. How was She wondred at by every Swain ? The Pride , the Light , the Goddess of the Plain : On all She shin'd , and spreading glories cast Diffusive of her self , where 're She past , There breath'd an Air sweet as the Winds that blow From the blest Shoars where fragrant Spices grow : Even me sometimes She with a Smile would grace , Like the Sun shining on the vilest place . Nor did Dorinda barr me the Delight Of feasting on her Eyes my longing Sight : But to a Being so sublime , so pure , Spar'd my devotion , of my Love secure . Damon . Her Beauty such : but Nature did design That only as an answerable Shrine To the Divinity that 's lodg'd within . Her Soul shin'd through , and made her form so bright , As Clouds are guilt by the Sun 's piercing Light. In her smooth Forehead we might read exprest The even Calmness of her gentle Breast : And in her sparkling Eyes as clear was writ The active vigour of her youthful Wit. Each Beauty of the Body or the Face Was but the shadow of some inward Grace . Gay , sprightly , chearful , free , and unconfin'd , As innocence could make it , was her Mind ; Yet prudent , though not tedious nor severe , Like those , who being dull , would grave appear ; Who out of guilt do Chearfulness despise , And being ●ullen , hope men think 'em wise . How would the listning Shepherds round her throng , To catch the words fell from her charming Tongue ! She all with her own Spirit and Soul inspir'd , Her they all lov'd , and her they all admir'd . Even mighty Pan , whose powerful Hand sustains , The Sovereign Crook that mildly awes the Plains , Of all his Cares made her the tender'st part ; And great Lovisa lodg'd her in her Heart . Thyrsis . Who would not now a solemn Mourning keep , When Pan himself and fair Lovisa weep ? When those blest Eyes by the kind gods design'd To cherish Nature , and delight Mankind , All drown'd in Tears , melt into gentler Showers Than April drops upon the Springing Flowers ; Such Tears as Venus for Adonis shed , When at her feet the Lovely Youth lay dead ; About her , all her little weeping Loves Ungirt her Cestos , and unyoakt her Doves . Damon . Come pious Nymphs , with fair Lovisa come , And visit gentle Floriana's Tomb ; And as you walk the Melancholy Round , Where no unhallow'd feet prophane the ground , With your chast hands fresh flow'rs and odours shed About her last obscure and silent Bed ; Still praying as you gently move your feet , Soft be her Pillow , and her Slumbers sweet . Thyrsis . See where they come , a mournful lovely Train , As ever wept on fair Arcadia's Plain : Lovisa mournful far above the rest , In all the Charms of beauteous Sorrow drest : Just are her Tears , when She reflects how soon A Beauty , second only to her own , Flourisht , lookt gay , was wither'd , and is gone ! Damon . O She is gone ! gone like a new-born flower , That deck'd some Virgin-Queens delicious Bower ; Torn from the Stalk by some untimely blast , And 'mongst the vilest weeds and rubbish cast : But flow'rs return , and coming Springs disclose , The Lilly whiter , and more fresh the Rose ; But no kind Season back her Charms can bring , And Floriana has no second Spring . Thyrsis . O She is set ! set like the falling Sun ; Darkness is round us , and glad Day is gone ! Alas ! the Sun that 's set , again will rise , And gild with richer Beams the Morning Skies : But Beauty , though as bright as they it shines , When its short glory to the West declines , O there 's no hope of the returning Light ; But all is long Oblivion , and eternal Night . The Tears of AMYNTA , for the Death of DAMON . By Mr. Dryden . SONG . ON a bank , beside a Willow , Heav'n her Cov'ring , Earth her Pillow , Sad Amynta sigh'd alone : From the chearless Dawn of Morning Till the Dew's of Night returning Singing thus she made her mone : Hope is banish'd Joys are vanish'd ; Damon , my belov'd is gone ! 2. Time , I dare thee to discover Such a Youth , and such a Lover , Oh so true , so kind was he ! Damon was the Pride of Nature , Charming in his every Feature , Damon liv'd alone for me : Me●●ng Kisses Murmuring Blisses , Who so liv'd and lov'd as we ! 3. 〈◊〉 shall we curse the Morning , 〈◊〉 b●ess the Night returning , Sweet Embraces to restore : Never shall we both ly dying Nature failing , Love supplying All the Joyes he drain'd before : Death , come end me ▪ To befriend me ; Love and Damon are no more . The Praises of Italy out of Virgil's Second GEORGIC . By Mr. Chetwood . Sed neque Medorum Sylvae , &c. BUt neither Median Groves , whose happy soyl With choicest Fruits prevents the labourers toyl , Nor Ganges streams blessing his fertile land Nor Hermus self roling on golden sand , Can with fair Italy the prize contest , Less gay the glorious Kingdoms of the East , blest . Nor Araby , with all her gums and spice , is half so No Hydra's she , or monstrous Bulls do's bear , Who with their flaming Nostrils blast the Air ; Nor Dragons teeth sown in the wondring field Do short-liv'd Harvests of arm'd brethren yield : But vital fruits she brings , Wine , Oyl , and Corn , And fairest Cattle do her Meads adorn . Her warlike Horse is of the noblest Race , Who proudly prances o're his native Place . And where thy Magic streams , Clitumnus , flow , The flocks are white as the fresh falling snow . Heaven do's so much those sacred Victims prize 'T will give a Conquest for a Sacrifice . As in the North 't is Winter makes the year , The Spring and Autumn are the seasons here , Cattel breed twice , & twice the restless furrows bear . But Heav'n has banish'd hence rough beasts of prey , No hungry Lions on the Mountains stray , Nor monstrous snakes make insecure the fearful travellers way . Nature did this ; but Industry and Art To the rich mass did nobler forms impart . Her Marble Rocks into fair Cities rise , Which with their pointed Turrets pierce the skies . Here , pleasant seats by which clear streams do pass Gaze on their shadows in the liquid Glass : There , big with story , ancient Walls do show Their reverend heads ; beneath fam'd rivers flow . The Sea , which would surround the happy place , Do's it on both sides with his arms embrace : And stately Galleys which the Adria ride , Bring the world's Tribute with each gentle Tide . The spacious Lakes with level prospect please , Or swell , an imitation of the Seas . What shou'd I tell how 〈◊〉 undertake To make a Haven in the Lucrine Lake ? The 〈◊〉 Mole which bridles in the Main , Whilst angry Surges spend their rage in vain , As 〈◊〉 Arms all Nations can subdue , So 〈◊〉 Works can conquer Nature too . 〈…〉 veins of Silver hold , And 〈◊〉 are all under arch'd with Gold ; But her chief Treasures without which the rest are vain , Are Men for labour , Generals made to reign . She bred the Marsian who ne're knew to yield , And 〈◊〉 Ligurian , fit for either Field : Triumphant Cottagers , whose frugal hand Held both the Spade and Truncheon of command : Decii devo●ed for the publick good , Compounding for whole Armies with their blood : Camillus saviour of the sinking State , Who rescu'd Rome ev'n from the midst of Fate . Marii who Roman Eagles bore so far , And Scipio's , the two Thunder-bolts of War. You last , Great Caesar , whose green years did more Than Generals old in Triumphs could before . You towards th' East your glorious course do run , India forgets now to adore the Sun. Hail ! happy soil , Learning and Empires Seat , Mother of Hero's , Saturn's soft Retreat . To you I Graecian Arts in Triumph bring , And your just Praise in lasting numbers sing . The Ninth ODE of the Fourth Book of HORACE . By Mr. Stepney . VErses Immortal ( as my Bays ) I Sing , When suited to my trembling string : When by strange Art both Voice and Lyre agree To make one pleasant Harmony . All Poets are by their blind Captain led , ( For none e're had the sacrilegious pride To tear the well-plac'd Lawrel from his aged head ; ) Yet Pindars rolling Dithyrambique Tide , Hath still this Praise , that none presume to fly Like Him , but flagg too low , or soar too high . Still does Stesichorus his Tongue Sing sweeter than the Bird which on it hung . Anacreon ne're too Old can grow , Love from every Verse does flow : Still Sappho's strings do seem to move , Instructing all her Sex to Love. 2. Golden Rings of flowing Hair , More than Hellen did insnare ; Others a Princes Grandeur did admire , And wondring , melted to desire . Not only skilful Teucer knew To direct Arrows from the bended Ewgh . Troy more than once did fall , Tho' hireling Gods rebuilt its nodding Wall. Was Stenelus the only valiant He , A Subject fit for lasting Poetry ? Was Hector that prodigious Man alone , Who , to save others Lives , expos'd his own ? Was only He so brave to dare his Fate , And be the Pillar of a tott'ring State ? No , Others buried in Oblivion lye , As silent as their Crave , Because no charitable Poet gave Their well-deserved Immortality . 3. Virtue with Sloth , and Cowards with the Brave , Are level'd in th' Impartial Grave , If they no Poet have . But I will lay my Musick by , And 〈◊〉 the mournful s●ri●gs in silence lye ; Unless my Songs begin and end with You , To whom my ●trings , to whom my Songs are due . No Pride does with your rising Honours grow , You me●kly look on suppliant Crowds below . Should Fortune change your happy state , You could Admire , yet Envy not , the Great . Your equal Hand holds an unbyass'd Scale , Where no rich Vices , guilded Baits prevail . You with a gen'rous Honesty despise , What all the meaner World so dearly prize . Nor does Your Virtue disappear , With the small Circle of one short-liv'd Year . Others , like Comets , visit and away ; Your Lustre ( great as theirs ) finds no decay , But with the constant Sun makes an eternal day . 4. We barbarously call those Blest , Who are of largest Tenements possest , Whilst swelling Coffers break their Owners rest . More truly Happy those ! who can Govern the little Empire , Man : Bridle their Passions , and direct their Will Through all the glitt'ring paths of charming Ill. Who spend their Treasure freely , as 't was giv'n By the large Bounty of indulgent Heav'n . Who in a fixt unalterable state , Smile at the doubtful Tide of Fate , And scorn alike her Friendship and her Hate . Who Poyson less than Falshood fear , Loth to purchase Life so dear : But kindly for their Friend embrace cold Death , And seal their Countries Love with their departing breath . HOR. ODE 15. Lib. 2. Imitated . Iam pauca aratro jugera , In sui seculi luxnriam . By Mr. Chetwood . THen this unweildy Factious Town , To such prodigious bulk is grown , It on whole Counties stands , and now Land will be wanting for the Plow . Those remnants too the Boors forsake , Frith must the Nation undertake . As in a Plague the Fields shall desart lye , Whilst all men to the mighty Pesthouse fly . 2. If any Tree is to be seen , T is Myrtle , Bays , and ever green . Lime-trees , and Plane , for pleasure made , Which for their Fruit bear only Shade . Such as do Female Men content , With useless shew and barren scent . The British Oak will shortly be as rare , As Orange-Trees here once , or Cedar were . 3. Not by these Arts , my Masters , sure Your Fathers did those Lands procure . They preferr'd Use to empty shew , No softning French refinements knew . Themselves , their House , their Table , plain , Noble , and richly clad their Train . Temp'rance did Health without Physicians keep , And Labour crown'd hard beds with easie sleep . 4. To th' Publick rich , in private poor , Th' Exchequer held their greatest store . They did adorn their Native Place With Structures , which their Heirs deface . They in large Palaces did dwell , Which we to Vndertakers sell. Stately Cathedrals they did Found , Whose Ruines now deform the ground . Churches and Colledges endow'd with Lands , Whose poor Remains fear Sacrilegious Hands . The sixteenth ODE Of the second Book OF HORACE . By Mr. Otway . IN Storms when Clouds the Moon do hide , And no kind Stars the Pilot guide , Shew me at Sea the boldest there , Who does not wish for quiet here . For quiet ( Friend ) the Souldier fights ▪ Bears weary Marches , sleepless nights , For this feeds hard , and lodges cold , Which can't be bought with hills of Gold. Since wealth and power too weak we find To quell the tumults of the mind ; Or from the Monarchs roofs of state Drive thence the cares that round him wait . Happy the man with little blest Of what his Father le●t possest ; No base desires corrupt his head , No fears disturb him in his bed . What then in life , which soon must end , Can all our vain designs intend ? From shore to shore why should we run When none his tiresome self can shun ? For baneful care will still prevail , And overtake us under fail , 'T will dodge the Great mans train behind , Out run the Roe , out flie the wind . If then thy soul rejoyce to day , Drive far to morrows cares away . In laughter let them all be drown'd , No perfect good is to be found . One Mortal feels Fates sudden blow , Another's lingring death comes slow ; And what of life they take from thee , The Gods may give to punish me . Thy portion is a wealthy stock , A fertile glebe , a fruitful flock , Horses and Chariots for thy ease , Rich Robes to deck and make thee please . For me a little Cell I chuse , Fit for my mind , ●it for my muse , Which soft content does Best adorn , Shunning the Knaves and Fools I scorn . The First EPOD. OF HORACE . 1. THen you , Maecenas , with your train , Embarking on the Royal Fleet , Expose your self to the rough Main , And Caesars threatning danger meet . Whilst in ignoble ease I am left behind , And shall I call you cruel , or too kind ? 2. Pastimes and Wine , which verse inspire , Are tasteless all now you are gone , Untun'd is both my mind , and Lyre , And in full Courts I seem alone . The relish you to my enjoyments give , And life , depriv'd of you , cou'd hardly live . 3. 〈…〉 I a young Seaman grow , 〈…〉 a Cutlace in my hand ? 〈…〉 you , to the Pole I 'd go , 〈…〉 scorch'd Afric's treacherous sand . 〈…〉 perhaps could fight , or such as I , 〈…〉 , instead of better men cou'd die . 4. You 'l say , what are my pains to you ? I 'm not for War , and action made : Bid me my humble care pursue , Seek Winter Sun , and Summer shade . Whilst both your great example , and Commands Require more active , and experienc'd hands . 5. If you say this , you never knew Friendship , the noblest part of love ; What for her Fawn can the old One do Or for her young the timerous Dove ? They 'r more at ease , tho helpless , being near , And absence , even in safety , causes fear . 6. This Voyage , and a hundred more , To gain your favour I wou'd take . But don 't what 's sayd on vertues score , For servile flattery mistake . No City Palace , or large Country Seat I seek , nor aim so low as to be Great . 7. I never lik'd those restless minds , Which by mean arts , with mighty pain , Climb to the Region of the Wind , Then of Court Hurricanes complain . Kind heav'n assures me I shall ne're be poor , And Os — n be damn'd to encrease his store . EPILOGVE intended to have been spoken by the Lady Henr. Mar. Wentworth when Calisto was acted at Court. AS Iupiter I made my Court in vain , I 'le now assume my native shape again . I 'm weary to be so unkindly us'd , And would not be a God to be refus'd . State grows uneasie when it hinders love , A glorious burden , which the Wise remove . Now as a Nymph I need not sue nor try The force of any lightning but the eye . Beauty and youth more then a God Command ; No Iove could e're the force of these withstand . 'T is here that Sovereign Pow'r admits dispute , Beauty sometimes is justly absolute . Our sullen Catoes , whatsoe're they say , Even while they frown and dictate Laws , obey . You , mighty Sir , our Bonds more easie make And gracefully what all must suffer take . Above those forms the Grave affect to wear ; For 't is not to be wise to be severe . True wisdom may some gallantry admit , And soften business with the charms of wit. These peaceful Triumphs with your cares 〈◊〉 boug●● And from the midst of fighting Nations brough . You only hear it thunder from afar , And sit in peace the Arbiter of War. Peace , the loath'd Manna , which hot brains despis● You knew its worth , and made it early prize : And in its happy leisure sit and see The promises of more felicity . Two glorious Nymphs of your one Godlike line , Whose Morning Rays like Noontide strike and shine . Whom you to suppliant Monarchs shall dispose , To bind your Friends and to disarm your Foes . VIRGIL'S Eclogues . TRANSLATED BY SEVERAL HANDS . Printed in the Year , 1684. THE First Eclogue . By IOHN CARYLL Esq THe Reader may be pleased to observe , that Virgil , under the Name of Tityrus , personates himself , newly saved ▪ by the Favour of Augustus Caesar , from the general Calamity of his Mantuan Neighbours ; whose Lands were taken from them , and divided amongst the Veteran Souldiers , for having been dipt ( as may be presumed ) in the same Guilt with their Borderers of Cremona ; who in the Civil Wars , joyned with Cassius and Brutus . These Mantuans are likewise personated by Melibeus ; as also by Amarillis , the City of Rome , by Galatea , that of Mantua are represented . The drift of this Eclogue , is to celebrate the Munificence of Augustus towards Virgil , whom he makes his tutelar God ; and the better to ●et this off , he brings in Melibeus , viz. his Mantuan Neighbours , pathetically relating their own duplorable Condition , and at the same time magnifying the felicity of Tityrus . This his Exemption from the common Calamity of his Country-men , Virgil shadows over with the Allegory of a Slave , recovering his Liberty : And because Slaves did not commonly use to be inf●anchist , till Age had made them useless for Labour , to follow the Trope , he makes himself an old man , as by the Candidior barba , and the Fortunate Senex , sufficiently appears ; though in reality , Virgil at that time was young , and then first made known to Augustus , by the recommendation of his Verses , and of his Friends , Varus , and Maecenas . TITYRVS . MELIBEVS . MELIBEVS . IN peaceful Shades , which aged Oakes diffuse , You ( Tityrus ) enjoy your rural Muse. We leave our Home , and ( once ) our pleasant Fields , The native Swain to rude Intruders yields ; While you in Songs your happy Love proclaim , And every Grove learns Amarillis name . TITYRVS . A God ( to me he always shall be so ) O Melibeus ! did this Grace bestow , The choicest Lamb , which in my Flock does feed , Shall each new Moon upon his Altar bleed : He every Blessing on his Creatures brings ; By him the Herd does graze , by him the Herdsman sings . MELIBEVS . I envy not , but I admire your Fate , Which thus exempts you from our wretched State ▪ Look on my Goats that browze , my Kids that play , Driven hence my self , these I must drive away , And this poor Mother of a new-fall'n Pair , ( The Herds chief Hope ( alas ) but my Despair ! ) Has left 'em in yond brakes , beside the way , Expos'd to every Beast and Bird of prey . Had not some angry Planet struck me blind , This dire Calamity I had divin'd . 'T was oft foretold me by Heavens loudest voice , Rending our tallest Oakes with dismal noise : Ravens spoke too , though in a lower tone , And long from hollow tree were heard to grone . But say : What God has Tityrus reliev'd ? TITYRVS . The Place call'd Rome , I foolishly believ'd , Was like our Mantua , where on Market-days , We drive our well-fed Lambs , ( the Shepherds praise ; ) So Whelps ( I knew ) so Kids , their Dams express , And so the Great I measur'd by the less . But other Towns when you to her compare , They creeping Shrubs to the tall Cypress are . MELIBEVS . What great occasion call'd you hence to Rome ? TITYRVS . Freedom , which came at last , though slow to come : She came not till cold Winter did begin , And Age some Snow had sprinkled on my Chin ; Nor then , till Galatea I forsook , For Amarillis , daign'd on me to look . No hope for Liberty , I must confess , No hope , nor care of Wealth , did me possess , Whilst I with Galatea did remain : For though my Flock , her Altars did maintain , Though often I had made my Cheese ▪ press groan , Largely to furnish our ungrateful Town , Yet still with empty hands I trotted home . MELIBEVS . I wonder'd ( Galatea ! ) whence should come , Thy sad Complaints to Heaven , and why so long Ungathered on their Trees thy Apples hung ? Absent was Tityrus ! Thee every Dale , Mountain and Spring , thee every Tree did call ! TITYRVS . What should I do ? I could not here be free , And only in that place could hope to see A God propitious to my Liberty , There I the Heavenly Youth did first behold , Whose monthly Feast , while solemnly I hold , My loaded Altars never shall be cold . He heard my Prayers , go home ( he cry'd ) and feed In peace your Herd , let forth your Bulls for breed . MELIBEVS . Happy old Man ! thy Farm untoucht remains , And large enough ; though it may ask thy pains , To clear the Stones , and Rushes cure by Drains . Thy teeming Ews will no strange Pastures try , No murrain fear from tainted Company . Thrice happy Swain ! guarded from Sirian beams , By sacred Springs , and long acquainted Streams . Look on that bordering Fence , whose Osier Trees Are fraught with flowers , whose flowers are fraught with Bees : How , with their drowsie tone , the whistling Air ( Your sleep to tempt ) a Consort does prepare ! At farther distance , but with stronger Lungs , The Wood-man joyns with these his rustick Songs : Stock-doves , and murmuring Turtles tune their Throat Those in a hoarser , these a softer Note . TITYRVS . Therefore the Land and Sea shall Dwellers change , Fish on dry ground , Stags shall on water range : The Parthians shall commute their bounds with Francs , Those shall on Soan , these drink on Tygris Banks , E're I his God-like Image from my heart , Suffer with black ingratitude to part . MELIBEVS . But we must rome to Parts remote , unknown , Under the Torrid , and the Frigid Zone : These frozen Scythia , and parcht Affrick those , Cretan Oaxis others must inclose : Some 'mongst the utmost Britains are confin'd , Doom'd to an Isle , from all the world disjoyn'd . Ah! must I never more my Country see , But in strange Lands an endless Exile be ? Is my eternal Banishment decreed , From my poor Cottage , rear'd with Turf and Reed ? Must impious Souldiers all these grounds possess , My fields of standing Corn , my fertile Leyes ? Did I for these Barbarians plow and sowe ? What dire effects from Civil Discord flow ! Graft Pears ( O Melibeus ! ) plant the Vine ! The Fruit shall others be , the Labour thine . Farewel my Goats ! a happy Herd , when mine ! No more shall I , in the refreshing Shade Of verdant Grotto's , by kind Nature made , Behold your climbing on the Mountain top , The flowry Thyme , and fragrant Shrubs to crop . I part with every Joy , parting from you ; Then farewel all the World ! Verses and Pipe , adieu ! TITYRVS . At least this Night with me forget your care ; Chesnuts , and well-prest Cheese shall be your Fare ; For now the Mountain a long Shade extends , And curling smoak from Village tops ascends . THE Second Eclogue . Englished by Mr. TATE . A Hopeless Flame did Corydon destroy , The lov'd Alexis was his Masters Joy. No respite from his Grief the Shepherd knew , But daily walk'd where shady Beeches grew : Where stretcht on Earth , alone he thus complains , And in these accents tells the Groves his pains . Cruel Alexis ! hast thou no remorse ? Must I expire , and have my Songs no force ? 'T is now high Noon , when Herds to Coverts run , The very Lizzards hide , that love the Sun. The Reapers home to dinner now repair , While busie Thestylis provides both Sawce and Fare . Yet in the raging Heat I search for thee , Heat only known to Locusts and to me . Oh was it not much better to sustain , The angry days of Amarillis Reign ? Or still be subject to Menalchas sway , Tho' he more black than Night , and thou more fair than Day . O lovely Boy , presume not on thy Form , The fairest Flow'rs are subject to a Storm : Thou both disdainst my Person and my Flame , Without so much as asking who I am ! How rich in Heifers , all as white as Snow , Or Cream , with which they make my Dairies flow ▪ A thousand Ewes within my Pastures breed , And all the Year upon New-Milk I feed . Besides , the fam'd Amphious Songs I sing , That into Th●ban Walls the Stones did bring . Nor am I so deform'd ; for t'other day , When all the dreadful Storm was blown away , As on the Clifts , above the Sea I stood , I view'd my Image in the Sea-green Flood ; And if I look as handsome all the year , To vie with Daphnis self , I wou'd not fear . Ah wou'dst thou once in Cottages delight , And love like me , to wound the Stag in flight ! Where wholsome Mallows grow our Kids to drive , And in our Songs with Pan himself to strive ! From Pan the Reeds first use the Shepherd knew , 'T is Pan preserves the Sheep and Shepherd too . Disdain not then the tuneful Reed to ply , Nor scorn the Pastime of a Deity . What task would not Amyntas undergo , For half the Noble Skill I offer you ? A Pipe with Quills of various size I have , The Legacy Dametas dying gave ; And said , possess thou this , by right 't is thine ; Amyntas then stood by , and did repine : Besides two Kids that I from danger bore , With streak of lovely white enamel'd o're ; Who drein the bagging Udder twice a day , And both at home for thy acceptance stay . Oft Thestylis for them has pin'd , and she Shall have them , since thou scorn'st my Gifts and me ▪ Come to my Arms , thou lovely Boy , and take The richest Presents that the Spring can make . See how the Nymphs with Lillies wait on thee ; Fair Nais , scarce thy self so fair as she . With Poppies , Daffadils and Violets joyn'd , A Garland for thy softer Brow has twin'd . My self with downy Peaches will appear , And Chestnuts , Amarillis dainty Chear : I 'le crop my Laurel , and my Myrtle Tree , Together bound , because their sweets agree . Unbred thou art , and homely Corydon , Nor will Alexis with thy Gifts be won : Nor canst thou hope , if gifts his mind cou'd sway , That rich Iolas wou'd to thee give way . Ah me ! while I fond wretch indulge my Dreams , Winds blast my Flow'rs , and Boars bemire my Streams . Whom flyst thou ? Gods themselves have had aboad , In Woods , and Paris , equal to a God. Let Pallas in the Towns she built , reside , To me a Grove's worth all the World beside : Lyons chase Wolves , those Wolves a Kid in prime , That very Kid seeks Heaths of flowring time , While Corydon pursues with equal flame ; Alexis , thee ; each has his several Game . See how the Ox unyoakt brings home the Plow , The Shades increasing as the Sun goes low . Blest Fields reliev'd by Nights approach so soon , Love has no Night ! 't is always raging Noon ! Ah Corydon ! what frenzy fills thy brest ? Thy Vineyard lies half prun'd and half undrest . Luxurious sprouts shut out their ripening Ray , The Branches shorn , not yet remov'd away , Recal thy senses , and to work with speed , Of many Utensils thou stand'st in need . Fall to thy Labour , quit the peevish Boy ; Time , or some new desire shall this destroy . THE Second Eclogue . Englished by Mr. CREECH . The Shepherd Corydon woes Alexis , but finding he could not prevail , he resolves to follow his Affairs , and forget his Passion . ALEXIS . YOung Corydon ( hard Fate ) an humble Swain Alexis lov'd , the joy of all the Plain ; He lov'd , but could not hope for Love again ; Yet every day through Groves he walkt alone , And vainly told the Hills and Woods his Moan ▪ Cruel Alexis ! can't my Verses move ! Hast thou not pitty ? must I dye for Love ? Just now the Flocks pursue the shades and cool , And every Lizzard creeps into his hole : Brown Thestylis the weary Reapers seeks , And brings their Meat , their Onions & their Leeks : And whilst I trace thy steps in every Tree And every Bush , poor Insects sigh with Me : And had it not been better to have born The peevish Amarylli's Frowns and Scorn , Or else Menalcas , than this deep despair ? Though He was black , and Thou art lovely fair ! Ah charming Beauty ! 't is a fading Grace , Trust not too much , sweet Youth , to that fair face : Things are not always us'd that please the sight , We gather Black berries when we scorn the white . Thou dost despise me , Thou dost scorn my flame , Yet dost not know me , nor how rich I am : A thousand tender Lambs , a thousand Kine , A thousand Goats I feed , and all are mine : My Dairy's full , and my large Herd affords , Summer and Winter , Cream , and Milk , and Curds . I pipe as well , as when through Theban Plains , Amphion fed his Flocks , or charm'd the Swains ; Nor is my Face so mean , I lately stood , And view'd my Figure in the quiet Flood , And think my self , though it were judgd'd by you ▪ As fair as Daphni's , if that glass be true . Oh that with me , the humble Plains would please The quiet Fields , and lowly Cottages ! Oh that with me you 'd live , and hunt the Hare , Or drive the Kids , or spread the fowling snare ! Then you & I would sing like Pan in shady Groves ; Pan taught us Pipes , and Pan our Art approves : Pan both the Sheep , and harmless Shepherd loves ▪ Nor must you think the Pipe too mean for you , To learn to pipe , what won't Amyntas do ? I have a Pipe , well season'd , brown , and try'd ; Which good Dametas left me when he dy'd : He said , here , take it for a Legacy , Thou art my Second , it belongs to thee , He said , and dull Amyntas envy'd me : Besides , I found two wanton Kids at Play In yonder Vale , and those I brought away , Young sportive creatures , and of spotted hue , Which suckle twice a day , I keep for you : These Thestylis hath begg'd , and begg'd in vain , But now they 're hers , since you my gifts disdain : Come , lovely Boy , the Nymphs their Baskets fill , With Poppy , Violet , and Daffadil , The Rose , and thousand other fragrant flowers , To please thy Senses in thy softest hours ; These Nais gathers to delight my Boy , Come dear Alexis , be no longer coy . I 'le seek for Chesnuts too in every Grove , Such as my Amaryllis us'd to love . The glossie Plums , and juicy Pears I 'le bring , Delightful All , and many a pretty thing : The Lawrel and the neighbouring Myrtle Tree , Confus'dly planted 'cause they both agree And prove more sweet , shall send their boughs to thee . Ah Corydon ! Thou art a foolish Swain , And coy Alexis , doth thy Gifts disdain ; Or if Gifts could prevail , if Gifts could woe , Iolas can present him more than you . What doth the Madman mean ? He idlely brings Storms on his Flowers , and Boars into his Springs . Ah! whom dost thou avoid ? whom fly ? the Gods And charming Paris too , have liv'd in Woods : Let Pallas , she , whose Art first rais'd a Town , Live there , let us delight in VVoods alone : The Boar , the VVolf , the VVolf the Kid pursues , The Kid her Thyme , as fast as to'ther do's , Alexis , Corydon , and him alone , Each hath his Game , and each pursues his own : Look how the weary'd Ox brings home the Plow , The Sun declines , and Shades are doubled now : And yet my Passion nor my Cares remove , Love burns me still , what flame so fierce as Love ! Ah Corydon ! what fury 's this of thine ! On yonder Elm , there hangs thy half prun'd Vine : Come , rather mind thy useful work , prepare Thy harvest Baskets , and make those thy care , Come , mind thy Plow , and thou shalt quickly find Another , if Alexis proves unkind . THE Third Eclogue . Or PALEMON . Englished by Mr. CREECH . Menalcas and Dametas upbraid each other with their faults ; by and by they challenge one another , and pipe for a Wager ; Palemon coming that way by chance , is chosen Iudge ; he hears them pipe , but cannot determine the Controversie . MENALCAS . TELL me Dametas , tell whose Sheep these are ? DAMETAS . Egon's , for Egon gave 'em to my care . MENALCAS . VVhilst he Neaera courts , but courts in vain , And fears that I shall prove the happier Swain . Poor Sheep ! whilst he his hopeless Love pursues , Here twice an hour , his Servant milks his Ews : The Flock is drain'd , the Lambkins swigg the Teat , But find no moisture , and then idly bleat . DAMETAS . No more of that , Menalcas , I could tell , And you know what , for I remember well ; I know when , where , and what the Fool design'd , And what had hapned , but the Nymphs were kind . MENALCAS . 'T was then perhaps , when some observ'd the Clown , Spoil Myco's Vines , and cut his Olives down . DAMETAS . Or rather when , where those old Beeches grow , You broke young Daphni's Arrows and his Bow , You saw them given to the lovely Boy , ● natur'd you , and envy'd at his joy , But hopes of sweet revenge thy Life supply'd , And hadst thou not done mischief thou hadst dy'd : MENALCAS . VVhat will not Master Shepherds dare to do , VVhen their base slaves pretend so much as you ? Did not I see , not I , you pilfering Sot , VVhen you lay close , and snapt rich Damon's Goat ? His Spoch-Dog barkt , I cry'd , the Robber , see , Guard well your Flock , you skulkt behind a Tree . DAMETAS . I tell Thee Shepherd 't was before my own , VVe two pip'd for him , and I fairly won : This he would own , and gave me cause to boast , Tho' he refus'd to pay the Goat he lost . MENALCAS . You pipe with him ! thou never hadst a Pipe , Well joyn'd with wax , and fitted to the Lip , But under hedges to the long ear'd rout , We'rt wont , dull Fool , to toot a schreeching Note : DAMETAS . And shall we have a Tryal of our skill ? I 'le lay this Heifer , 't will be worth your while , Two Calves she suckles , and yet twice a day She fills two Pails ; Now speak , what dare you lay ? MENALCAS . I cannot stake down any of my Flock , My Fold is little , and but small my Stock : Besides , my Father 's covetously cross , My Stepdame curst , and they will find the loss : For both strict eyes o're all my actions keep , One counts my Kids , and both twice count my Sheep : But yet I 'le lay what you must grant as good , ( Since you will lose ) two Cups of beechen wood , Alcimedon made them , 't is a work divine , And round the brim ripe Grapes and Ivy twine ; So curiously he hits the various shapes , And with pale Ivy cloaths the blushing Grapes ; It doth my eyes , and all my friends delight , I 'm sure your mouth must water at the sight : VVithin two figures neatly carv'd appear , Conon , and He , who was 't ? that made the Sphear , And show'd the various Seasons of the year What time to sheer our Sheep , what time to plow , 'T was never us'd , I kept it clean till now . DAMETAS . Alcimedon too made me two beechen Pots , And round the handles wrought smooth Ivy-knots ; Orpheus within , and following wood , around With bended Tops , seem listning to the sound . I never us'd them , never brought them forth ; But to my Heifer , these are little worth . MENALCAS . I 'le pay thee off , I 'me ready , come , let 's try , And he shall be our Judge , that next comes by ; See , 't is Palemon ; come , I 'le ne'r give o're , Till thou shalt never dare to challenge more . DAMETAS . Begin , I 'le not refuse the skilful'st Swain , I scorn to turn my back for any man ; I know my self ; but pray judicious Friend , ( 'T is no small matter ) carefully attend . PALEMON . Since we have chosen a convenient place , Since Woods are cloath'd with Leaves , the Fields with Grass ; The Trees with Fruit , the Year seems fine and gay , Dametas first , then next Menalcas play , By turns , for Verse the Muses love by turns . DAMETAS . My Muse begin with Iove , all 's full of Iove , The God loves me , and doth my Verses love . MENALCAS . And Phoebus mine : on Phoebus I 'le bestow , The blushing Hyacinth , and Lawrel bough . DAMETAS . Sly Galatea drives me o're the Green , And Apples throws , then hides , yet would be seen . MENALCAS . But my Amyntas doth his Passion tell , Our Dogs scarce know my Delia half so well . DAMETAS . I 'le have a Gift for Phillis e're be long , I know where Stock-doves build , I 'le take their young . MENALCAS . I pluckt my Boy fine Pears , I sent him ten , 'T was all I had , but soon I 'le send again . DAMETAS . What things my Nymph did speak ; what tales of Love ! Winds bear their Musick to the Gods above . MENALCAS . VVhat boot's it Boy , you not contemn my flame ? Since whilst I hold the Net , you hunt the Game . DAMETAS . My Birth-day comes , send Phillis quickly home , But at my Shearing time , Iolas come . MENALCAS . And I love Phillis , for her Charms excel , She sigh'd , farewel , dear Youth , a long farewel . DAMETAS . VVolves ruin Flocks , VVind Trees , when newly blown , Storms Corn , and me my Amarylli's Frown . MENALCAS . Dew swells the Corn , Kids browze the tender Tree , The Goats love sallow ; fair Amyntas me . DAMETAS . Mine Pollio loves , though 't is a rustick Song , Muse feed a Steer , for him that reads thee long . MENALCAS . Nay Pollio writes , and at the King's command , Muse feed the Bulls that push , and spurn the sand . DAMETAS . Let Pollio have what e're thy wish provokes , Myrrh from his Thorns , and Honey from his Oaks . MENALCAS . He that loves Bavius Songs , may fancy thine , The same may couple Wolves , and shear his Swine . DAMETAS . Ye Boys that pluck the Beauties of the Spring , Fly , fly , a Snake lies hid , and shoots a Sting . MENALCAS . Beware the Stream , drive not the Sheep too nigh , The Bank may fail , the Rain is hardly dry . DAMETAS . Kids from the River drive , and sling your Hook ; Anon I 'le wash them in the shallow Brook. MENALCAS . Drive to the Shades , when Milk is drain'd by heat , In vain the Milk maid stroaks an empty Teat . DAMETAS . How lean my Bull is in my fruitful Field ! Love has the Herd , and Love the Herdsman kill'd . MENALCAS . Sure these feel none of Loves devouring flames , Meer skin and bone , & yet they drain their Dams : Ah me ! what Sorceress has bewitch'd my Lambs ! DAMETAS . Tell me where Heaven is just three inches broad , And I 'le believe Thee Prophet , or a God : MENALCAS . Tell me where Names of Kings in rising flowers Are writ , and grow , and Phyllis shall be yours . PALEMON . I cannot judge which Youth does most excel , For you deserve the Steer , and he as well . Rest equal happy both ; and all that prove A bitter , or else fear a pleasing Love : But my work calls , let 's break the Meeting off , Boys shut your streams , the Fields have drunk enough . THE Fourth Eclogue . POLLIO . Englished by Mr. DRYDEN . The Poet celebrates the Birth-day of Saloninus , the Son of Pollio , born in the Consulship of his Father , after the taking of Salonae , a City in Dalmatia . Many of the Verses are translated from one of the Sybils , who prophesie of our Saviour's Birth . SIcilian Muse begin a loftier strain ! Though lowly Shrubs and Trees that shade the Plain , Delight not all , if thither I repair , My Song shall make 'em worth a Consul's care . The last great Age foretold by sacred Rhymes , Renews its finish'd Course , Saturnian times Rowl round again , and mighty years , begun From their first Orb , in radiant Circles run . The base degenerate Iron-off-spring ends ; A golden Progeny from Heav'n descends ; O chast Lucina speed the Mothers pains , And haste the glorious Birth ; thy own Apollo reigns ! The lovely Boy , with his auspicious Face , Shall Pollio's Consulship and Triumph grace ; Majestick Months set out with him to their appointed Race . The Father banish'd Virtue shall restore , And Crimes shall threat the guilty world no more . The Son shall lead the life of Gods , and be By Gods and Heroes seen , and Gods and Heroes see . The jarring Nations he in peace shall bind , And with paternal Virtues rule mankind . Unbidden Earth shall wreathing Ivy bring , And fragrant Herbs ( the promises of Spring ) As her first Off'rings to her Infant King. The Goats with strutting Duggs shall homeward speed , And lowing Herds , secure from ; Lyons feed . His Cradle shall with rising flow'rs be crown'd ; The Serpents Brood shall die : the sacred ground Shall Weeds and pois'nous Plants refuse to bear , Each common Bush shall Syrian Roses wear . But when Heroick Verse his Youth shall raise , And form it to Hereditary Praise ; Unlabour'd Harvests shall the Fields adorn , And cluster'd Grapes shall blush on every Thorn. The knotted Oaks shall show'rs of Honey weep , And through the matted Grass the liquid Gold shall creep . Yet , of old Fraud some footsteps shall remain , The Merchant still shall plough the deep for gain : Great Cities shall with Walls be compass'd round ; And sharpen'd Shares shall vex the fruitful ground . Another Typhis shall new Seas explore , Another Argos on th' Iberian Shore Shall land the chosen Chiefs : Another Helen other Wars create , And great Achilles shall be sent to urge the Trojan Fate : But when to ripen'd Man-hood he shall grow , The greedy Sailer shall the Seas forego ; No Keel shall cut the Waves for foreign Ware ; For every Soil shall every Product bear . The labouring Hind his Oxen shall disjoyn , No Plow shall hurt the Glebe , no Pruning-hook the Vine : Nor wooll shall in dissembled colours shine . But the luxurious Father of the Fold , With native Purple , or unborrow'd Gold , Beneath his pompous Fleece shall proudly sweat : And under Tyrian Robes the Lamb shall bleat . The Fates , when they this happy Web have spun , Shall bless the sacred Clue , and bid it smoothly run . Mature in years , to awful Honours move , O of Coelestial Stem ! O foster Son of Iove ! See , labouring Nature calls thee to sustain The nodding frame of Heav'n , and Earth , and Main ; See to their Base restor'd , Earth , Seas , and Air , And joyful Ages from behind , stand crowding to appear . To sing thy Praise , wou'd Heav'n my breath prolong Infusing Spirits worthy such a Song ; Not Thracian Orpheus should transcend my Layes , Nor Linus crown'd with never-fading Bayes : Though each his Heav'nly Parent shou'd inspire ; The Muse instruct the Voice , and Phoebus tune the Lyre . Shou'd Pan contend with me , & thou my Theme , Arcadian Judges should their God condemn . Begin , auspicious Boy , to cast about Thy Infant Eyes , and with a smile , thy Mother single out ; Thy Mother well deserves that short delight , The nauseous Qualms of ten long Months and Travail to requite . Then smile ; the frowning Infants Doom is read , No God shall crown the Board , nor Goddess bless the Bed. THE Fifth Eclogue . DAPHNIS . Englished by Mr. DUKE . MENALCAS , MOPSVS . MENALCAS . MOpsus , since chance does us together bring , And you so well can pipe , and I can sing , Why sit we not beneath this secret Shade , By Elms and Hazels mingling Branches made ? MOPSVS . Your Age commands Respect , and I obey , Whether you in this lonely Copse will stay , Where western Winds the bending Branches shake , And in their play the Shades uncertain make : Or whether to that silent Cave you go , The better choice ! see how the wild Vines grow , Luxuriant round , and see how wide they spread , And in the Cave their purple clusters shed ! MENALCAS . Amintas only dares contend with you . MOPSVS . Why not as well contend with Phoebus too ? MENALCAS . Begin , begin , whether the mournful flame Of dying Phillis , whether Alcons fame , Or Codru's Brawls thy willing Muse provoke ; Begin , young Tityrus will tend the Flock . MOPSVS . Yes , I 'll begin , and the sad Song repeat , That on the Beech's Bark I lately writ , And set to sweetest Notes ; yes , I 'll begin , And after that , bid you Amintas sing . MENALCAS . As much as the most humble Shrub that grows , Yields to the beautious Blushes of the Rose , Or bending Osiers to the Olive-Tree ; So much , I judge , Amintas yields to thee . MOPSVS . Shepherd , to this Discourse , here put an end , This is the Cave , sit and my Verse attend . MOPSVS . When the sad fate of Daphnis reach'd their Ears , The pitying Nymphs dissolv'd in pious tears . Witness , you Hazels , for you heard their Cries ; Witness , you Floods , swoln with their weeping Eyes . The mournful Mother ( on his body cast ) The sad remains of her cold Son embrac'd , And of th' unequal Tyranny they us'd , The cruel Gods and cruel Stars accus'd . Then did no Swain mind how his Flock did thrive , Nor thirsty Herds to the cool River drive ; The generous Horse turn'd from fresh Streams his head , And on the sweetest Grass refus'd to feed . Daphnis , thy death , even fiercest Lions mourn'd , And Hills & Woods their cries and groans return'd . Daphnis Armenian Tygers fierceness broke , And brought 'em willing to the Sacred Yoke : Daphnis to Bacchus Worship did ordain The Revels of his consecrated Train ; The Reeling Priests with Vines and Ivy crown'd , And their long Spears with clustered branches bound . As Vines the Elm , as Grapes the Vine adorn , As Bulls the Herd , as Fields the ripen'd Corn ; Such Grace , such Ornament wert thou to all That glori'd to be thine : since thy sad Fall , No more Apollo his glad presence yields , And Pales self forsakes her hated Fields . Oft where the finest Barley we did sow , Barren Wild-Oates , and hurtful Darnel grow ; And where soft Violets did the Vales adorn , The Thistle rises and the prickly Thorn. Come Shepherds strow with Flow'rs the hallow'd ground , The sacred Fountains with thick Boughs surround ; Daphnis these Rites requires : to Daphni's praise Shepherds a Tomb with this Inscription raise , Here fam'd from Earth to Heaven I Daphnis lye ; Fair was the Flock I fed , but much more fair was I. MENALCAS . Such , divine Poet , to my ravish'd Ears Are the sweet numbers of thy mournful Verse ; As to tir'd Swains soft slumbers on the Grass , As freshest Springs that through green Meadows pass To one that 's parch'd with thirst & summers heat , In thee thy Master does his equal meet : Whether your Voice you try , or tune your Reed , Blest Swain , 't is you alone can him succeed ! Yet , as I can , I in return will sing : I too thy Daphnis to the Stars will bring , I too thy Daphnis to the Stars , with you , Will raise ; for Daphnis lov'd Menalcas too . MOPSVS . Is there a thing that I could more desire ? For neither can there be a subject higher , Nor , if the praise of Stimichon be true , Can it be better sung than 't is by you ? MENALCAS . Daphnis now wondring at the glorious show , Through Heavens bright Pavement does triumphant go , And sees the moving Clouds , and the fixt stars below : Therefore new joys make glad the Woods , the Plains , Pan and the Dryades , and the chearful Swains . The Wolf no Ambush for the Flock does lay , No cheating Nets the harmless Deer betray , Daphnis a general Peace commands , and nature does obey . Hark! the glad Mountains raise to Heaven their Voice ! Hark! the hard Rocks in mystick tunes rejoyce ! Hark! through the Thickets wondrous Songs refound . A God! A God! Menalcas , he is Crown'd ! O be propitious ! O be good to thine ! See! here four hallow'd Altars we design , To Daphnis two , to Phoebus two we raise , To pay the yearly Tribute of our Praise : Sacred to Thee they each returning year Two bowls of Milk and two of Oyl shall bear : Feasts I 'll ordain , and to thy deathless praise Thy Votaries exalted thoughts to raise , Rich Chian Wines shall in full Goblets flow , And give a taste of Nectar here below . Dametas shall with Lictian Aegon joyn , To celebrate with Songs the Rites divine . Alphesibaeus with a reeling Gate , Shall the wild Satyr's dancing imitate . When to the Nymphs we Vows and Offerings pay , When we with solemn Rites our Fields survey , These Honours ever shall be Thine ; The Bore Shall in the Fields and Hills delight no more ; No more in Streams the Fish , in Flow'rs the Bee , E're Daphnis we forget our songs to Thee : Off'rings to thee the Shepherds every year , Shall as to Bacchus and to Ceres bear . To Thee as to those Gods shall Vows be made , And Vengeance wait on those , by whom they are not paid . MOPSVS . What Present worth thy Verse , can Mopsus find ? Not the soft whispers of the Southern Wind So much delight my Ear , or charm my Mind ; Not sounding shores beat by the murmuring tide , Nor Rivers that through stony Valleys glide . MENALCAS . First you this Pipe shall take : and 't is the same That play'd poor Corydons unhappy Flame : Ecl. 2. The same that taught me Melibaeus's Sheep . Ecl. 3. MOPSVS . You then shall for my sake this Sheephook keep , Adorn'd with Brass , which I have oft deni'd To young Antigenes in his Beauties pride . And who wou'd think he then in vain could sue ? Yet him I could deny , and freely give it you . THE Sixth Eclogue . SILENVS . Englished by the Earl of ROSCOMON . My Aim being only to have Virgil understood by such who do not understand Latine , and cannot ( probably ) be acquainted with some Names and Passages of this Eclogue , I have directed them by Figures to the Postscript , where they will find the best account that I can give , of all that is out of the common Road. I First of Romans stoop'd to Rural strains , Nor blush'd to dwell among Sicilian ●1 Swains , When my Thalia ●2 rais'd her bolder Voice , And Kings and Battels were her lofty Choice , Phoebus did kindly humbler thoughts infuse , And with this Whisper check th' aspiring Muse. A Shepherd ( Tityrus ) his Flocks should feed , And chuse a Subject suited to his Reed . Thus I ( while each ambitious Pen prepares To write thy Praises Varus , ●3 and thy Wars ) My Past'ral Tribute in low Numbers pay , And though I once presum'd , I only now obey . But yet ( if any with indulgent Eyes Can look on this , and such a Trifle prize ) Thee only , Varus , our glad Swains shall sing , And every Grove and every Eccho ring . Phoebus delights in Varus Fav'rite Name , And none who under that protection came , Was ever ill receiv'd , or unsecure of Fame . Proceed my Muse. 4 Young Chromis and Mnasylus , chanc'd to stray , Where ( sleeping in a Cave ) Silenus lay , Whose constant Cups fly fuming to his Brain , And always boyl in each extended vein ; His trusty Flaggon , full of potent Juice , Was hanging by , worn thin with Age and Use ; Drop'd from his head , a Wreath lay on the ground ; In haste they seiz'd him , and in haste they bound ; ●5 Eager , for both had been deluded long With fruitless hope of his Instructive Song : But while with conscious fear they doubtful stood , Aegle , the fairest Nais ●6 of the Flood , With a Vermilion-dye●7 his Temples stain'd . Waking , he smil'd , and must I then be chain'd ? Loose me , he cry'd ; 't was boldly done , to find And view a God , but 't is too bold to bind . The promis'd Verse no longer I 'll delay , ( She shall be satisfi'd another way . ) With that , he rais'd his tuneful voice aloud , The knotty Oaks their listning branches bow'd , And Savage Beasts , and Sylvan Gods did crowd ; For lo ! he sung the Worlds stupendious Birth , How scatter'd seeds of Sea , and Air , and Earth , And purer Fire , through universal night , And empty space did fruitfully unite , From whence th' innumerable race of things , By circular successive Order springs . By what degrees this Earths compacted Sphere Was hardned , Woods & Rocks and Towns to bear ; How sinking Waters ( the firm Land to drain ) Fill'd the capacious Deep , and form'd the Main , VVhile from above adorn'd with radiant light , A new born Sun surpriz'd the dazled sight ; How Vapors turn'd to Clouds obscure the Sky , And Clouds dissolv'd the thirsty ground supply ; How the first Forest rais'd its shady head , Till when , few wandring Beasts on unknown Mountains fed . Then Pyrrha's stony Race rose from the Ground , Old Saturn reign'd with Golden plenty crown'd , And bold Prometheus ( whose untam'd desire Rival'd ●8 the Sun with his own heavenly fire ) Now doom'd the Scythian Vulture's endless Prey , Severely pays for animating Clay . He nam'd the Nymph for who but Gods could tell ? Into whose Arms the lovely Hylas ●9 fell ; Alcides wept in vain for Hylas lost , Hylas in vain resounds through all the Coast. He with compassion told Pasiphae's fault , Ah! wretched Queen ! whence came that guilty thought ? The Maids●10 of Argos , who with frantick Cries And imitated Lowings fill'd the Skies , ( Though metamorphos'd in their wild Conceit ) Did never burn with such unnatural heat . Ah! wretched Queen ! while you on Mountains stray , He on soft Flowers his snowy side does lay ; Or seeks in Herds a more proportion'd Love : Surround my Nymphs , she crys , surround the Grove ; Perhaps some footsteps printed in the Clay , Will to my Love direct our wandring way ; Perhaps , while thus in search of him I rome , My happier Rivals have intic'd him home . He sung how Atalanta was betray'd By those Hesperian Baits her Lover laid , And the sad Sisters who to Trees were turn'd , While with the World th' ambitious Brother burn'd All he describ'd was present to their eyes , And as he rais'd his Verse , the Poplars seem'd to rise . He taught which Muse did by Apollo's will Guide wandring Gallus ●11 to th' Aonian Hill : ( Which place the God for solemn Meetings chose ) With deep respect the learned Senate rose , And Linus ●12 thus ( deputed by the rest ) The Hero's welcome , and their thanks express'd : This Harp of old to Hesiod did belong , To this , the Muses Gift , joyn thy harmonious Song ; Charm'd by these strings Trees starting from the Ground , Have follow'd with delight the powerful sound , Thus consecrated thy ●13 Grynaean Grove Shall have no equal in Apollo's Love. Why should I speak of the ●14 Megarian Maid , For Love perfidious , and by Love betray'd ? And her , who round with barking Monsters arm'd , The wandring Greeks ( ah frighted men ) alarm'd ; ●16 Whose only hope on shatter'd ships depends , While fierce Sea-dogs devour the mangled friends . Or tell the Thracian Tyrants alter'd shape , And dire revenge of Philomela's Rape , Who to those Woods directs her mournful course , Where she had suffer'd by incestuous force , While loth to leave the Palace to well known , Progne flies , hovering round , and thinks it still her own . Whatever near ●17 Eurotas's happy stream With Laurels crown'd had been Apollo's Theam , Silenus sings ; the neighbouring Rocks reply , And send his Mystick numbers through the sky , Till night began to spread her gloomy veil , And call'd the counted Sheep from every Dale ; The weaker Light unwillingly declin'd , And to prevailing shades the murmuring world resign'd . POSTSCRIPT . 1. SIcilian — Virgil in his Eclogue , imitates Theocritus a Sicilian Poet. 2. Thalia — The name of the Rural Muse. 3. Varus — A great Favourite of Augustus , the same that was kill'd in Germany , and lost the Roman Legions . 4. Chromis and Mnasylus — Some Interpreters think these were young Satyrs , others will have them Shepherds : I rather take them for Satyrs , because of their names , which are never used for Shepherds , or any where ( that I remember ) but here . 5. They bound — Proteus , Pan , and Silenus would never tell what was desired , till they were bound . 6. Nais — The Latin word for a water-Nymph . 7. Vermilion Dye — The Colour that Pan and Silenus lov'd best . 8. Rival'd the Sun — Minerva delighted with the Art and Industry of Prometheus ( who had made an Image of Clay so perfect , that it wanted nothing but Life , ) carried him up to Heaven , where he lighted a Wand at the Chariot of the Sun , with which fire he animated his Image . Ov. 2. M. 9. Hylas — Favorite of Hercules , who was drown'd in a Well , which made the Poets say that a Nymph had stole him away : I use the word resounds ( in the Present Tense ) because Strabo ( who lived at the same time as Virgil ) seems to intimate , that the Prusians continued then their annual Rites to his Memory , repeating his name with loud cries . 10. The Maids of Argos — Daughters of Praetis , King of Argos , who presumed so much upon their Beauty , that they preferr'd it to Iuno's , who in revenge , struck them with such a Madness , that they thought themselves Cows . They were at last cured by Melampodes with Hellebore , and for that reason , Black Hellebore is called Melampodion . 11. Gallus — an excellent Poet and great Friend of Virgil he was afterwards Praetor of Aegypt , and being accused of some Conspiracy , or rather called upon for some Moneys , of which he could give no good account , he killed himself . It is the same Gallus you read of in the last Eclogue : And Suidas says , that Virgil means him by Aristaeus , in the divine Conclusion of his Georgicks . 12. Linus Son of Apollo and Calliope . 13. The Grynaean Grove — Consecrated to Apollo ; by this he means some Poem writ upon that Subject by Gallus . 14. The Megarian Maid — Sylla daughter of Nisus King of Megara , who falling in Love with Minos , betrayed her Father and Country to him , but he abhorring her Treason , rejected her . 15. Her who round — another Sylla , daughter of Phorcis , whose lower Parts were turned into Dogs by Circe ; and she , in despair , flung her self into the Sea. 16. Whose only Hope — Vlysses's Ships were not lost , though Scylla devoured several of his Men. 17. Eurotas — a River in Greece , whose Banks were shaded with Laurels ; Apollo retired thither to lament the Death of his dear Hyac inthus whom he had accidentally killed . THE Seventh Eclogue . Englished by Mr. ADAMS . This Eclogue is wholly Pastoral , and consists of the Contention of two Shepherds , Thyrsis and Coridon , to the hearing of which , Melibaeus was invited by Daphnis , and thus relates it . MELIBAEVS . WHile Daphnis sate beneath a whisp'ring shade , Thyrsis and Coridon together fed Their mingling Flocks ; his Sheep with softest wooll Where cloath'd his Goats of sweetest Milk were full . Both in the beauteous spring of blooming Youth , The worthy Pride of blest Ar●dia both ; Each with like Art , his tuneful voice cou'd raise , Each answer readily in rural Lays ; Hither the father of my Flock had stray'd , While Shelters I for my young Myrtles made ; ●ere I fair Daphnis saw ; when me he spy'd , ●ome hither quickly , gentle Youth ! he cry'd . Your Goat and Kids are safe , O seek not those , But if you 've leisure in this Shade repose : Hither to water , the full Heifers tend , When length'ning Shadows from the Hills descend , 〈◊〉 with reeds here interweaves his bounds , And from that sacred Oak , a busie swarm resounds . What should I do ? nor was Alcippe there , Nor 〈◊〉 , who might of my Lambs take care ; Yet to my business , I their sports prefer , For the two Swains with great Ambition strove , Who best could tune his Reed , or best could sing his Love ; Alternate Verse their ready Muses chose ; In Verse alternate each quick fancy flows ; These sang young Coridon , young Thyrsis those . CORYDON . Ye much lov'd Muses ! such a Verse bestow , As does from Codrus , my lov'd Codrus flow , Or if all can't obtain the Guift divine , My Pipe I 'le consecrate on yonder Pine. THYRSIS . Y' Arcadian Swains with Ivy Wreaths adorn Your Youth , that Codrus may with spite be torn ; Or , if he praise too much , apply some charm , Lest his ill Tongue your future Poet harm CORIDON . These branches of a Stag , this Wild-Boars head , By little Mycon's , on thy Altar laid , If this conti●ue Delia ! thou shalt stand Of smoothest Marble by the skilful'st hand . THYRSIS . This Milk , these Cakes , Priapus every year Expect , a little Garden is thy care , Thou' rt Marble now , but if more land I hold , If my Flock thrive , thou shalt be made of Gold. CORIDON . O Galatea ! sweet as Hyblas Thyme White as , more White , then Swans are in their Prime . Come , when the Herds shall to their Stalls repair , O come , if e're thy Coridon's thy care . THYRSIS . O may I harsh as bitterest herbs appear Rough as wild Myrtles , vile as Sea-Weeds are ; If years seem longer then this tedious day , Hast home my Glutton Herd , hast hast away . CORIDON . Ye Mossie springs ! ye Pastures ! softer far Then thoughtless hours of sweetest slumbers are , Ye Shades ! protect my Flock , the Heats are near ; On the glad Vines the swelling Buds appear . THYRSIS . Here on my hearth a constant flame does play , And the fat vapour paints the roof each day , Here we as much regard the cold North-wind As Streams their banks , or Wolves do number mind . CORIDON . Look how the Trees rejoyce in comely Pride , While their ripe fruit lies scatter'd on each side ; All nature smiles , but if Alexis stay From our sad Hills the Rivers weep away , THYRSIS . The dying grass , with sickly air does fade , No field 's unparcht , no vines our Hills do shade ; But if my Phillis come all sprouts again , And bounteous Iove descends in kindly rain . CORIDON . Bacchus the Vine , the Laurel Phoebus loves , Fair Venus cherishes the myrtle Groves , Phillis the Hazels loves , while Phillis loves that Tree , Myrtles and Lawrels of less fame shall be . THYRSIS . The lofty Ash is Glory of the Woods , The Pine of Gardens , Poplar of the Floods ; If oft thy Swain fair Lycidas thou see , To thee the Ash shall yield , the Pine to thee . MELIBAEVS . These I remember well While vanquisht Thyrsis did contend in vain , Thence Coridon young Coridon does reign The best the sweetest on our wondring Plain . THE Eighth Eclogue . PHARMACEVTRIA . Englished by Mr. STAFFORD . SAd Damon's and Alphesiboeus Muse I sing : to hear whose notes the Herds refuse Their needful food , the salvage Lynxes gaze , And stopping Streams their pressing waters raise . I sing sad Damon's and Alphesiboeus Layes ; And Thou ( whatever part is blest with thee , The rough Timavus , or Illyrian Sea ) Smile on my Verse : is there in fate an hour To swell my numbers with my Emperour ? There is , and to the world there shall be known A Verse , that Sophocles might daign to own . Amidst the Laurels on thy Front divine Permit my humble Ivy wreath to twine : Thine was my earliest Muse , my latest shall be thine . Night scarce was past , the Morn was yet so new , And well pleas'd Herds yet rowl'd upon the dew ; When Damon stretch'd beneath an Olive Lay , And sung , rise Lucifer , and bring the Day : Rise , rise , while Nisa's falshood I deplore , And call those Gods to whom she vainly swore , To hear my sad expiring Muse and Me. To Maenalus my Pipes and Muse tune all your harmony . On Maenalus stand ever-echoing Groves , Still trusted with the harmless Shepherds loves : Here Pan resides , who first made Reeds and Verse agree . To Maenalus my Pipes and Muse tune all your harmony . Mopsus is Nisa's choice ; how just are Lovers fears ? Now Mares with Griffins joyn , and following years Shall see the Hound and Deer drink at a Spring . O worthy Bridegroom light thy Torch , & fling Thy Nuts , see modest Hesper quits the Sky . To Maenalus my Pipes and Muse tune all your harmony . O happy Nymph , blest in a wondrous choice , For Mopsus you contemn'd my Verse and Voice : For him my Beard was shaggy in your eye ; For him , you laugh'd at every Deity . To Maenalus my Pipes and Muse tune all your harmony . VVhen first I saw thee young and charming too , 'T was in the Fences , where our Apples grew . My thirteenth year was downy on my chin , And hardly could my hands the lowest branches win ; How did I gaze ? how did I gazing dye ? To Maenalus my Pipes & Muse tune all your harmony . I know thee Love , on Mountains thou wert bred , And Thracian Rocks thy infant fury fed : Hard soul'd , and not of humane Progeny . To Menalus my Pipes and Muse tune all your harmony . Love taught the cruel Mother to imbrue Her hands in blood : 't was Love her Children slew : VVas she more cruel , or more impious he ? An impious Child was Love , a cruel Mother she . To Maenalus my Pipes and Muse tune all your harmony . Now let the Lamb and Wolf no more be foes , Let Oaks bear Peaches , and the Pine the Rose ; From Reeds and Thistles Balm and Amber Spring , And Owles and Daws provoke the Swan to sing : Let Tityrus in woods with Orpheus vie , And soft Arion on the Waves defie ; To Maenalus my Pipes and Muse tune all your harmony . Let all be Chaos now , farewell ye Woods : From yo● high Cliff , I 'le plung into the Floods . O Nisa take this dismal Legacy ; Now cease my Pipes and Muse , cease all your harmony . Thus He , Alphesibaeus song rehearse : Ye sacred Nine above my rural Verse ; Bring water , Altars bind with mystick bands , Burn Gums and Vervain , & lift high the Wands ; We 'll mutter sacred magick till it warms My icie Swain ; 't is Verse we want ; my charms , Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . By charms compel'd the trembling Moon descends , And Circe chang'd , by Charms , Vlysse's friends ; By charms the Serpent burst : ye pow'rful Charms Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . Behold his Image with three Fillets bound , Which thrice I drag the sacred Altars round . Unequal numbers please the Gods : my Charms Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . Three knots of treble colour'd silk we tye ; Haste Amaryllis , knit e'm instantly : And say , these , Venus , are thy Chains ; my Charms , Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . Just as before this fire the Wax and Clay One melts , one hardens , let him waste away . Strew Corn and Salt , and burn those leaves of Bay. I burn these Leaves , but he burns me : my Charms , Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . Let Daphnis rage , as when the bellowing Kind , Mad with desire , run round the Woods to find Their Mates ; when tir'd , their tremblings limbs they lay Near some cool Stream , nor mind the setting day : Thus let him rage , unpitied too : my Charms , Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . These Garments once were my perfidious Swains , Which to the Earth I cast : ah dear remains ! Ye owe my Daphnis to his Nymph : my Charms , Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . Moeris himself these Herbs from Pontus brought , Pontus for every noble Poyson sought ; Aided by these , he now a VVolf becomes , Now draws the Buried stalking from their tombs , The Corn from field to field transports : my Charms Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . Cast o're your head the ashes in the Brook , Cast backwark o're your head , nor turn your look . I strive , but Gods and Art he slights : my Charms , Return , return , return my Daphnis to my arms . Behold new flames from the dead ashes rise , Blest be the Omen , blest the Prodigies , For Hylax barks , shall we believe our eyes ? Or do we Lovers dream ? cease , cease , my Charms , My Daphnis comes , he comes , he flies into my arms . The same ECLOGUE , By Mr. CHETWOOD . I Damon and Alpheus Love's recite , The Shepherd's envy , and the Fields delight : Whom as they strove , the listening Heifers stood , Greedy to hear , forgetful of their Food ; They charm'd the rage of hungry Wolves and led The wondering Rivers from their wonted Bed. I Damon and Alpheus Loves recite , The Shepherd's Envy , and the Fields delight . And you Great Prince , whose Empire unconfin'd , As Earth , and Seas , yet narrower than your Mind , Whether you with victorious Troops pass o're Timavus Rocks , or coast th' Illyrian shore ; Shall I beginning with these Rural lays , Ever my Muse to such perfection raise , As without rashness to attempt your praise ? And thro' the subject World your Deeds rehearse , Deeds worthy of the Majesty of Verse ! My first Fruits now I to your Altar bring You , with a riper Muse , I last will sing . Mean while among your Laurel Wreaths allow This Ivy Branch to shade your Conquering Brow. Scarce had the Sun dispell'd the shades of Night , Whilst dewy browze the Cattel does invite ; When in a mournful posture , pale , and wan The luckless Damon thus his plaints began . Thou drowsie Star of Morning , come away , Come and lead forth the sacred Lamp of day ; Whilst I by Nisa baffl'd and betray'd , Dying to Heaven accuse the perjur'd Maid . But Prayers are all lost Breath ; the Powers above Give Dispensations for false Oaths in Love. Begin with me , my Flute , begin such strains , As Pan our Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . 'T is a most blessed place , that Arcady ! And Shepherds bless'd , who in those Coverts lye ! Musick and Love is all their business there , Pan doth himself part in those Consorts bear : The vocal Pines with clasping Arms conspire , To cool the Sun 's , and fan their amorous Fire . Begin with me my Flute , begin such strains , As Pan our ▪ Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . Mopsus does Nisa , a cheap conquest gain , Presented , woo'd , betroth'd to me in vain , What hour secure , what respit to his Mind In this false World can a poor Lover find ? Let Griffins Mares , and Eagles Turtles woo , And tender Fawns the ravening Dogs pursue , These may indeed subject of wonder prove , But nothing to this Prodigy of Love. Mopsus buy Torches , Hymen you must joyn ; Bespeak our Bride-cake , Hesperus all is thine . Begin with me my Flute , begin such strains , As Pan our Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . A worthy Match , and just reward of Pride , Whilst you both Damon , and his Pipe deride ! Too long my Beard , nor smooth enough my Face : And with my Person , you my Flocks disgrace . There are revenging Gods , proud Nymphs , there are , And injur'd Love is Heav'ns peculiar care , Begin with me my Flute , begin such strains , As Pan our Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . Early I walk'd one Morn with careless thought Your Mother you into our Garden brought And ruddy wildings round the Hedges sought ; The fairest Fruit , and glittering all with Dew , ( The Boughs were high , but yet ) I reach'd for you : I came , I saw , I gaz'd my heart away , Me , and my Flocks , and all my Life that minute lead astray . Begin with me my Flute , begin such s●●ains , As Pan our Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . Now Love I know you , for my self , too late : But Shepherds take ye warning by my Fate . Trust not his flattering Voice , or smiling Face , A Canibal , or born in rocky Thrace , Not one of us , nor like the British Race , She Wolves gave Suck to the pernicious Boy , The Shepherds he , they do the Flocks destroy . Begin with me my Flute , begin such strains , As Pan our Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . Mischief is all his Sport ; at his Commands , In her Sons Blood Medea bath'd her hands ; A sad unnatural Mother she , 't is true , But Love , that Cruelty she learn'd of you . Begin with me my Flute , begin such strains , As Pan our Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . Nature which with this dotage hath begun , Now into all extravagance will run : The Tamarisk bright Amber shall distil , And the course Alder bear soft Daffadil . Shortly the Screch - Owl , with her boading Throat , The Swans shall Rival in their dying note , S — and O — the Bays shall claim , And equal Dr — and Ros — 's Fame . Begin with me my Flute , begin such strains , As Pan our Patron taught th' Arcadian Swains . May the World sink with me ! farewel ye Groves , Haunts of my Youth , and Conscious of my Loves : Down from the Precipice my self I 'll cast , Accept this present Nisa — 't is my last . Then cease my Flute , for ever cease thy strains , Bid a sad silence through th' Arcadian Plains . THE Ninth Eclogue . When Virgil by the Favour of Augustus had recover'd his Patrimony near Mant●a , and went in hope to take possession , he was in danger to be slain by Arius the Centurion , to whom those Lands were assign'd by the Emperour in reward of his Service against Brutus and Cass●●s . This Eclogue therefore is fill'd with complaints of his hard Vsage ; and the persons introduc'd , are the Bayliff of Virgil , and his Friend . LYCIDAS , MOERIS . LYCIDAS . HO Moeris ! whither on thy way so fast ? This leads to Town . MOERIS . O Lycidas at last The time is come , I never thought to see , ( Strange revolution for my Farm and me ) When the grim Captain in a surly tone Cries out , pack up ye Rascals and be gone . Kick'd out , we set the best face on 't we cou'd , And these two Kids , to ' appease his angry Mood I bear , of which the Devil give him good . LYCIDAS . Good Gods , I heard a quite contrary Tale ; That from the sloaping Mountain to the Vale , And dodder'd Oak , and all the Banks along , Menalcas sav'd his Fortune with a Song . MOERIS . Such was the News , indeed , but Songs & Rhimes Prevail , as much in these hard iron times , As would a plump of trembling Fowl , that rise Against an Eagle sousing from the Skies . And had not Phoebus warn'd me by the croak Of an old Raven from a hollow Oak , To shun debate , Menalcas had been slain , And Moeris not surviv'd him to complain . LYCIDAS . Now Heaven defend ! could barbarous rage prevail So far , the sacred Muses to assail ? Who then shou'd sing the Nymphs , or who rehearse The waters gliding in a smoother Verse ! Or Amaryllis praise that heavenly lay , That shorten'd as we went , our tedious way ; O Tityrus , tend my herd and see them fed ; To Morning pastures Evening waters led : And ' ware the Lybian Ridgils butting head . MOERIS . Or what unfinish'd He to Varus read ; Thy name , O Varus ( if the kinder pow'rs Preserve our plains , and shield the Mantuan Tow'rs Obnoxious by Cremonas neighb'ring Crime , ) The wings of Swans , and stronger pinion'd Rhyme , Shall raise alo●t , and soaring bear above Th' immortal Gift of gratitude to Iove . LYCIDAS . Sing on , sing on , for I can ne're be cloy'd , So may thy Swarms the baleful Eugh avoid : So may thy Cows their burden'd Bags distend And Trees to Goats their willing branches bend ; Mean as I am , yet have the Muses made Me free , a Member of the tuneful Trade : At least the Shepherds seem to like my lays , But I discern their flattery from their praise : I nor to Cinna's Ears , nor Varus dare aspire ; But gabble like a Goose , amidst the Swan-like quire . MOERIS . 'T is what I have been conning in my mind : Nor are they Verses of a Vulgar kind . Come Galatea , come , the Seas forsake , What pleasures can the Tides with their hoarse murmurs make ? See on the Shore inhabits purple spring ; Where Nightingales their Love-sick ditty sing ; See Meads with purling Streams , with Flow'rs the ground The Grottoes cool , with shady Poplars crown'd And creeping Vines to Arbours weav'd around . Come then and leave the Waves tumultuous roar , Let the wild surges vainly beat the shore . LYCIDAS . Or that sweet Song I heard with such delight ; The same you sung alone one starry night ; The tune I still retain , but not the words . MOERIS . Why , Daphnis , dost thou search in old Records , To know the seasons when the stars arise ? See C●sars Lamp is lighted in the Skies : The star , whose rays the blushing grapes adorn , And swell the kindly ripening ears of Corn. Under this influence , graft the tender shoot ; Thy Childrens Children shall enjoy the fruit . The rest I have forgot , for Cares and Time Change all things , and untune my soul to rhime : I cou'd have once sung down a Summers Sun , But now the Chime of Poetry is done . My voice grows hoarse ; I feel the Notes decay , As if the Wolves had seen me first to day . But these , and more then I to mind can bring , Menalcas has not yet forgot to sing . LYCIDAS . Thy faint Excuses but inflame me more ; And now the Waves roul silent to the shore . Husht winds the topmost branches scarcely bend As if thy tuneful Song they did attend : Already we have half our way o'recome ; Far off I can discern Bianors Tomb ; Here , where the Labourers hands have form'd a Bowr Of wreathing trees , in singing waste an hour . Rest here thy weary Limbs , thy Kids lay down , We 've day before us , yet to reach the Town : Or if e're night the gathering Clouds we fear , A Song will help the beating storm to bear . And that thou maist not be too late abroad , Sing , and I 'le ease thy shoulders of thy Load . MOERIS . Cease to entreat me , let us mind our way ; Another Song requires another day . When good Menalcas comes , if he rejoyce , And find a friend at Court , I 'le find a voice . THE Tenth Eclogue . GALLVS . Englished by Mr. STAFFORD . SIcilian Nymph , assist my mournful strains ; The last I sing in rural Notes to Swains : Grant then a Verse so tender and so true , As even Lycoris may with pity view : VVho can deny a verse to Grief and Gallus due ? So , when thy VVaters pass beneath the Tide , Secure from briny mixture may they glide . Begin my Gallus Love and hapless Vows ; VVhile , on the tender Twigs , the Cattel browse : Nothing is deaf ; Woods listen , while we sing , And ecchoing Groves resound and Mountains ring . Ye Naiades , what held you from his aid , When to unpiti'd flames he was betray'd ? Nor Aganippe tempted you away , Nor was Parnassus guilty of your stay : The Bays , whose honours he so long had kept , The lofty Bays and humble Herbage wept . When stretcht beneath a Rock , he sigh'd alone , The Mountain pines and Menalus did groan , And cold Lyceus wept from every stone . His Flock surrounded him : nor think thy fame Impair'd ( great Poet ) by a Shepherd's name ; E're thou and I our sheep to Pastures led , His Flocks the Goddess lov'd Adonis fed . The Shepherds came ; the sluggish Neat-herd Swains , And Swine-herds reeking from their Mast and Grains . All askt from whence this frenzy ? Phoebus came To see his Poet , Phoebus askt the same : And is ( he cry'd ) that cruel Nymph thy care , Who , flying thee , can for thy Rival dare The Frosts , and Snow , and all the frightful forms of War. Sylvanus came , thy fortune to deplore ; A Wreath of Lillies on his head he wore . Pan came , and wondring we beheld him too , His skin all dy'd of a Vermilion hue : He cry'd , what mad designs dost thou pursue ? Nor satisfy'd with dew the grass appears With browze the Kids , nor cruel Love with tears . When thus ( and sorrow melted in his eyes ) Gallus to his Arcadian friends replies : Ye gentle Swains , sing to the Rocks my moan , ( For you Arcadian Swains shou'd sing alone : ) How calm a rest my wearied Ghost wou'd have , If you adorn'd my Love and mourn'd my Grave ? O that your birth and business had been mine , To feed a Flock , or press the swelling Vine ! Had Phillis , or had Galatea been My Love , or any Maid upon the Green , ( What if her Face the Nut-brown Livery wear , Are Violets not sweet , because not fair ? ) Secure in that unenvied state , among The Poplars , I my careless limbs had flung ; Phillis had made me Wreaths , and Galatea sung . Behold , fair Nymph , what bliss the Country yields The flowry Meads , the purling Streams , the laughing Fields . Next all the Pleasures of the Forest see : Where I could melt away my years with Thee . But furious Love denies me soft repose , And hurls me on the pointed spears of foes . While thou ( but ah ! that I should find it so , Without thy Gallus for thy Guide , dost go Through all the German Colds , and Alpine Snow . Yet , flying me , no hardship maist thou meet ; Nor Snow nor Ice offend those tender feet . But let me run to desarts , and rehearse On my Sicilian reeds Euphorions Verse ; Ev'n in the Dens of Monsters let me lye , Those I can tame , but not your cruelty . On smoothest rinds of Trees , I 'le carve my woe ; And as the rinds encrease , the love shall grow . Then , mixt with Nymphs , on Menalus resort , I 'le make the Boar my danger and my sport . When , from the Vales the jolly cry resounds , What rain or cold shall keep me from my Hounds ? Methinks my ears the sprightly consort fills ; I seem to bound thro ' Woods and mount o're Hills . My Arm of a Cydonian Javelin seiz'd , As if by this my madness cou'd be eas'd ; Or , by our mortal woes , the cruel God appeas'd . My frenzy changes now ; and Nymphs and Verse I hate , And Woods ; for ah , what toil can stubborn Love abate ! Shou'd we to drink the frozen Hebrus go , And shiver in the cold Sythonian Snow , Or to the swarthy Ethiopes Clime remove , Parcht all below , and burning all above , Ev'n there wou'd Love o'recome ; then , let us yield to Love ▪ Let this sad Lay suffice , by sorrow breath'd , VVhile bending Twigs I into Baskets wr●ath'd : My rural Numbers , in their homely guise Gallus , because they came from me , will prize : Gallus , whose growing Love my breast does rend , As shooting Trees the bursting Bark distend . Now rise , for Night and Dew the Fields invade ; And Iuniper is an unwholesome shade : Blasts kill the Corn by night , and Flow'rs with Mildew fade . Bright Hesper twinkles from afar ; away My Kids , for you have had a feast to day . THE Last Eclogue . Translated , or rather Imitated , In the Year 1666. ONe labour more , O Arethusa , yield Before I leave the Shepherds and the Field : Some Verses to my Gallus e're we part , Such as may one day break Licoris Heart , As she did his , who can refuse a Song , To one that lov'd so well , and dy'd so young ! So may'st thou thy belov'd Alpheus please , When thou creep'st under the Sicanian Seas . Begin , and sing Gallus unhappy fires , Whilst yonder Goat to yonder branch aspires Out of his reach . We sing not to the deaf ; An answer comes from every trembling leaf . What Woods , what Forrests had inti●'d your stay ? Ye Nyades , why came ye not away ? When Gallus dy'd by an unworthy Flame , Parnassus knew , and lov'd too well his Name To stop your course ; nor could your hasty flight Be stay'd by Pindus , which was his delight . Him the fresh Lawrels , him the lowly Heath Bewail'd with dewy tears ; his parting breath Made lofty Maenalus hang his piny Head ; Lycaean Marbles wept when he was dead . Under a lonely Tree he lay and pin'd , His Flock about him feeding on the Wind , As he on love ; such kind and gentle Sheep , Even fair Adonis would be proud to keep . There came the Shepherds , there the weary Hinds , Thither Menalcas parcht with Frost and Winds . All ask him whence , for whom this fatal love , Apollo came his Arts and Herbs to prove ? Why Gallus ? why so fond , he says , thy flame , Thy care , Licoris , is anothers game ; For him she sighs and raves , him she pursues Thorough the mid-day heats and morning-dews ; Over the snowy Cliffs and frozen streams , Through noisy Camps . Up Gallus , leave thy dreams , She has left thee . Still lay the drooping Swain Hanging his mournful head , Phoebus in vain Offers his Herbs , imploys his Counsel here ; 'T is all refus'd , or answer'd with a tear . What shakes the Branches ! what makes all the Trees Begin to bow their heads , the Goats their Knees ? Oh! 't is 〈◊〉 with his mossie Beard And leafy Crown , attended by a Herd Of Wood-b●rn Satyrs ; see ! he shakes his Spear , A 〈◊〉 young ●ak , the tallest of the year . Pan the Arcadian God forsook the Plains , Mov'd with the story of his Gallus pains . We saw him come with Oaten-pipes in hand , Painted with Berries-juice ; we saw him stand And gaze upon his shepherds bathing eyes ; And what , no end ▪ no end of grief he cries ! Love , little minds all thy consuming care , Or restless thoughts , they are his dayly fare . Nor cruel Love with tears , nor Grass with show'rs , Nor Goats with tender spro●ts , nor Bees with flow'rs Are ever satisfy'd . Thus spoke the God , And toucht the Shepherd with his Hazle-Rod : He , sorrow slain , seem'd to revive , and said , But yet Arcadians is my grief allay'd , To think that in these Woods , and Hills , & Plains , When I am silent in the Grave , your Swains Shall sing my Loves , Arcadian Swains inspir'd By Phoebus ; Oh! how gently shall these tir'd And fainting Limbs repose in endless sleep , Whilst your sweet Notes my love immortal keep ! Would it had pleas'd the Gods , I had been born Just one of you , and taught to wind a Horn , Or weild a Hook , or prune a branching Vine , And known no other Love , but Phillis thine ; Or thine Amintas ; what though both are brown , So are the Nuts and Berries on the Down , Amongst the Vines the Willows and the Springs , Phillis makes Garlands , and Amintas sings . No cruel absence calls my love away , Further then Bleeting Sheep can go astray , Here my Licoris , here are shady Groves , Here Fountains cool , and Meadows soft , our loves And lives may here together wear and end : O the true Joys of such a Fate and Friend ! I now am hurried by severe Commands , Into remotest Parts , among the Bands Of armed Troops ; there by my foes pursu'd ; Here by my friends ; but still by love subdu'd . Thou far from home , and me , art wandring o're The Alpine Snows , the farthest Western shore , The frozen Rhine . When are we like to meet Ah , gently , gently , least thy tender feet Be cut with Ice . Cover thy lovely arms ; The Northern cold relents not at their charms : Away I 'le go into some shady Bowers , And sing the Songs I made in happier hours , And charm my woes . How can I better chuse , Then amongst wildest Woods my self to lose , And carve our Loves upon the tender Trees , There they will thrive ? See how my love agrees , With the young Plants : look how they grow together , In spight of Absence , and in spight of Weather . Mean while , I 'le climb that Rock , and ramble o're Yon wooddy Hill ; I 'le chase the grizly Boar , I 'le find Diana's and her Nymphs resort ; No Frosts , no Storms , shall slack my eager Sport. Methinks I 'm wandring all about the Rocks And hollow sounding Woods : look how my Locks Are torn with Boughs & Thorns ; my Shafts are gone My legs are tir'd , and all my sport is done . Alas ! this is no cure for my Disease ; Nor can our toils that angry God appease . Now neither Nymphs , nor Songs can please me more , Nor hollow Woods , nor yet the chafed Boar : No sport , no labour , can divert my grief : Without Licoris there is no relief . Though I should drink up Hebers Icie Streams , Or Scythian Snows , yet still her fiery beams Would scorch me up . Whatever we can prove , Love conquers all , and we must yield to Love. FINIS . 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2003-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-03 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-04 Rina Kor Sampled and proofread 2003-04 Rina Kor Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion POEMS BY Several Hands , AND ON Several OCCASIONS Collected by N. Tate . LONDON : Printed for I. Hindmarsh , at the Golden Ball , over against the Royal Exchange in Cornhil , 1685. TO THE Right Honourable , ROBERT Earl of Scarsdale , Baron Deincourt , Lord Lieutenant of Derbishire . SIR , I Cannot think there needs much Apology for an Address of this Nature to your Lordship , although from a Stranger . The Patronage of Poetry has always belong'd to the Noble and Virtuous : On this account therefore as well as others it is dangerous for any Person of Honour to be so early Eminent as your Lordship , because those Excellencies that create Envy in evil Minds are sure to meet the Applause of the Muses ; which to some Tempers may be the greater Persecution . Such Characters indeed are now so thin sown in Courts that they are easily singled out . Your Lordship may think that Flattery which the World knows to be Truth ; I will not therefore pretend to draw your Lordships Character , or to speak more properly I need not . As far as Constancy of Temper , Loyalty , Justice , and Generosity in the most eninent degree can oblige a Nation : the Court and Age are indebted to your Lordship . It was this greatness and integrity of Soul that plac'd your Lordship above the example of Nature , and against the general Frenzie made you declare for oppressed innocence . It is therefore no wonder that such endowments of mind have gain'd the Favour of the most Just and Pious Prince . I could descend to particular Instances of Honour and private Friendship ; but I design no Panegyric , being only Ambitious to pay my Devotion to your Lordship by this small present , most humbly Dedicated by My Lord , Your Lorships most obedient Servant , N. TATE . THE TABLE OF THE CONTENTS . A New Collection of Poems , Written by several Authors . An Ode written by Mr. Abraham Cowley for Her Majesty , Queen to King Charles I. Page 1. The Grove . By the Earl of Roscommon , p. 3 Upon Nothing . By the late Earl of Rochester , p. 5 Upon his leaving his Mistris . By the same Author , p. 8 Love and Life : A Song . By the same Author , p. 10. To the late Earl of Rochester , upon the report of his Sickness in Town , being newly recovered by his Lordships advice in the Country , in Allusion to the Ode of Horace . By Sir Francis Fane , p. 11 To a great Lord , inviting him to Court , or else to write a History in the Country . A Paraphrase upon the 12th . Ode of Horace : l. 2. By the same , p. 13 To a Perjur'd Mistris ; the 8th . Ode of Horace , l. 1. Imitated , By the same , p. 16 A Mask Made at request of the late Earl of Ro-Chester , for the Tragedy of Vale●…inian . p. ●…7 From Ovid. Amorum , l. 2. El. 4. and Lucretius , l. 4. That he loves Women of all sorts and sizes . By Mr. R — p. 33 To Dorolissa , On her being like my Lord Dorset . By the same , p. 27 In Imitation of the Song , That I love none . By Olinda , p. 38 The Picture . By Mr. Adams , By the same , p. 39 A Pastoral , Written at Dublin , in May , 1683 , By the same , p. 44 Vivamus mea Lesbia , &c. Catul. By the same , p. 48 Song , p. 50 Parce meo Juveni , &c. Tibullus , p. 51 A Translation out of Statius , To Sleep , p. 53 The Atheist , p. 55 A Pastoral Reflection on Death , p. 57 Horatii Ode 28. Lib. 1. Persicos Odi puer apparatus . &c. p. 64 Horatii Epod. 1. ad Populum Romanum , Quoquo scelesti ruitis ? &c. p. 65 The Fly. By P. Ayres , Esquire , p. 67 To the Nightingale , p. 70 On Nightingale that was drowned , p. 75 Lov 's new Philosophy , p. 76 Cynisca , Or , the fourteenth Idylium of Theocritus imitated . By W. Bowls , Fellow of Kings College Cambridge , p. 80 Sapho's Ode out of Longinus , p. 85 Ode 13. Of the fourth Book ●…orace , p. 87 The Immortality of Poesie . 〈◊〉 Mr. Evelyn . To Envy . Ovid. Amor. Lib. 1. Eleg. 15 , p. 90 Out of Martial Lib , 8. Epigr. 56. Temporibus nostris Aetas , p. 93 To Mr. &c. p. 95 Out of Horace , Ode 8. L. 1. Lidia dic per omnes , &c. p. 99 The Punishment , p. 100 Part of Ajax's Speech , Ovid Metam . l. 13. p. 101 Out of Sannazar , p. 102 Remedy of Love , p. 103 Written on her Mask , p. 107 To Mr. S. G. p. 108 A Gentleman going to his Country Farm , which he had not seen for some time before ; at the request of a Lady writes these Verses . Whether in Love , Men or Women have the advantage ; they in making , or these in receiving , their Court : Considered in a Dialogue betwixt Corinna and Lais , p. 115. On the Lords rejecting the Bill of Exclusion , November 15. 1680. p. 120 Elegy On the Death of Christopher Sherard , Esq Son and Heir Apparent to the Right Honourable Bennet Lord Sherard , who died in the sixteenth year of his age , Feb. 19. 1681. p. 122 On the Romantick Office of Credit , proposed by Dr. C. and his Partners , An. Dom. 1682. p. 124 Occasioned by a sight of his Majesty , walking near the River in the time of the Oxford Parliament , p. 126 To Coelia , p. 128 To a Gentleman , his Friend , who could decypher any Character . p. 129 Business , p. 131 Horace Ode 13. Lib. 4. In Lycen Meretricen●… Vetulam . Audivêre , Lyce , Dii — Translated , p. 135 On a Fair Lady Singing , p. 137 The Recantation not accepted , p. 138 Ca●…ul ad Lesbiam 5. p. 140 On Caelia's Sickness , p. 141 A Song , p. 142 Life , p. 143 To much admired Lady , p. 145 To a very accompl●…ed Lady , p. 146 To the same , immoderately mourning the Death of a Relation , p. 148 Secret Grief , p. 149 Mart. L. 1. Ep. 58. p. 150 The Graces , or Hieron Theocriti Idyl . 16. p. 151 Anacrean's Odes Paraphras'd . Age. Ode 47. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. By Mr. Bristow , late of All-Souls College , p. 158 Age. Ode 34. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. By the same , p. 159 Drinking . Ode 25. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. By the same , p. 160 The first Elegy of Ovid's Amorum , Translated into English by Mr. Ballow , Fellow of Kings Colledge in Cambridge , p. 161 Elegy II. p. 164 Elegy III , by the same hand p. 167 Elegy IV , by the same hand , p. 169 Elegy V , by the same , p. 173 Libri Primi , Ovid. Amor. Elegia Prima , p. 175 Libri Primi , Elegia Secunda , p. 178 Libri Primi , Elegia Tertia , p. 183 Libri Primi , Elegia Quinta , p. 184 Tr. Mr. R. D. at Cambridge , p. 186 The Soldier . Writ in April , 1684. when our English Voluntiers went into Flanders , p. 190 Philander and Eirene , p. 193 Of Divine Poesie , two Cantoes , By Mr. Waller Occasioned upon sight of the Fifty Third Chapter of Isaiah , turn'd into Verse by a Lady , p. 214 Canto 2. p. 217 Answer to Mr. Waller . p. 222 The Change , p. 226 Excusing himself to his Mistris for being Iealous , p. 228 Content , p. 237 To Lucinda , p. 244 The Resolve , p. 246 Parting with Lucinda , p. 248 The Visit , p. 252 By Charles How , Esquire p. 254 By the same , p. 255 A Saranade , by the same , p. 256 To my Lord Lansdowne , at the Imperial Camp , p. 258 On the sight and Sculpture of Mr. Gibbon's own most excellent head , in Marble . By Mr. Johnson , p. 260 The Denial , p. 263 Kissing his Mistris , p. 264 Despair , p. 266 To Lucinda , p. 269 Embracing his Mistris , p. 271 The Unalterable , p. 273 To Corinna , p. 275 To Lucinda , p. 283 The Captive , p. 284 On Lucinda , p. 286 The Command , p. 287 The Convert , p. 289 Vicissitude , p. 290 The Cure worse than the Disease , p. 292 The Denial , p. 293 The Royal Canticle , or the Song of Solomon , p. 294 The last parting of Hector with Andromache and his Son Astyanx , when he went to assault the Grecians in their Camp ; in the end of which Expedition , he was slain by Achilles , p. 324 To the late King , at Kings College , p. 33●… Cupid arm'd , A la-modern , p. 333 An Ode , in Imitation of Pindar , on the Death of the Right Honourable , Thomas , Earl of Ossory , p. 335 The Pisatory Eclogues of Sanazarius . The first Eclogue entituled Phillis , By Mr. Tate : Inscribed to Dr. Conquest , p. 346 Lycidas and Mycon , p. 347 The second Eclogue . By the same , p. 354 The third Eclogue , by the same . Celadon , Mopsus , p. 359 Proteus . Eclogue the fourth , p. 366 Ode for an Anniversary of Musick on St. Cecilia's Day , p. 373 The twentieth Ode of the second Book of Horace , p. 376 Sanaz. Ep. on Venice , p. 377 The Rape of Philomel . A Paraphrase of Ovid's sixth Book . , p. 378 An Elegie on the Earl of Rochester , p. 392 On the Coronation of the High and Mighty Monarch JAMES II , p. 394 Martial . Lib. 10. Epigr. 47. Vitam quae faciant beatiorem . p. 397 A Pindari●… Essay upon Musick , By Mr. Wilson , p. 398 Anacreon . To himself . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , p. 403 Another 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . By the same hand . p. 404 Strada's Nightingale , p. 405 A Translation of the fourth Chorns in Seneca's Troas , p. 409 Lyricks to Love , p. 411 The Request , p. 412 Part of the last Scene of Seneca's Troas done into English , Beginning at Est una magna Turris è Troj●… super , &c. p. 413 A Poem on the Death of our late dread Sovereign , CHARLES II. of Blessed and Immortal Memory , p. p. 418 THE PUBLISHER TO THE READER . I have with some pains and trouble collected the following Poems : in which undertaking I have one pretence to your Favour , which is , that I have in the Volumn troubled you with very little of my Own. Amongst such various Hands and Arguments , it cannot be expected that they should all be equally perfect , neither if they were so , would they be so esteemed by Readers of different Palats . It is sufficient that we presume there are none unworthy perusal , and I am certain , none that can give offence to the chastest Ear. A NEW COLLECTION OF POEMS . Written by several Authors . An ODE Written by Mr. Abraham Cowley For Her Majesty , Queen to King Charles I. I. COme Poetry , and with thee bring along A rich and painted throng Of noblest words into my Song ; Into my numbers let them gently flow , Soft and smooth , and thick as Snow , And turn the Numbers till they prove Smooth as the smoothest Sphear above , And like a Sphear harmoniously move . II. Little do'st thou mean Song the Fortune know That thou art destin'd to ; Or what thy Stars intend to do . Among a Thousand Songs , but few can be Born to the Honour promis'd Thee ; Urania's self shall Thee reheas●… , And a just Blessing to Thee give ; Thou in her sweet and tuneful breath shall Live. III. Her pleasing Tongue with Thee shall freely play , Thou on her Lips shalt stray , And dance upon that Rosy way ; What Prince alive , that would not envy Thee ! And think Thee higher far than He ! And how wil●… Thou Thy Author Crown , When fair Urania shall be known , To sing my words , when She but speaks Her own ! The GROVE . By the Earl of Roscommon . AH happy Grove ! dark and secure retreat , Of Sacred silence , rests Eternal Seat ; How well your cool and unfrequented shade Suits with the chasts retirements of a Maid ; Oh! if kind Heav'n had been so much my friend , To make my Fate upon my choice depend ; All my ambition I would here confine , And only this Elezyum should be mine : Fond Men by Passion wilfully betray'd , Adore those Idols which their fancy made ; Purchasing Riches , with our time and care , We lose our freedom in a gilded Snare ; And having all , all to our selves , refuse , Opprest with Blessings which we fear to use . Fame is at best but an inconstant good , Vain are the boasted Titles of our Blood ; We soonest lose what we most highly prise , And with our youth our short-liv'd beauty dyes ; In vain our Fields and Flocks increase our store , If our abundance makes us wish for more ; How happy is the harmless Country Maid , Who rich by Nature scorns superfluous aid ! Whose modest Cloaths no wanton eyes invite , But like her Soul preserves the native white ; Whose little store her well-taught Mind does please , Not pinch'd with want , nor cloy'd with wanton ease , Whofree from Storms which on the great ones fall , Makes but few Wishes , and enjoys them all ; No care but Love can discompose her breast , Love of all cares the sweetest and the best ; Whil'st on sweet grass her bleating charge does lye , Our happy Lover feeds upon her eye ; Not one on whom or Gods or Men impose , But one whom Love has for this Lover chose , Under some favourit Mirtels shady Boughs , They speak their Passions in repeated Vows , And whilst a Blush confesses how she burns , His faithful heart makes as sincere returns ; Thus in the Arms of Love and Peace they lye , And whilst they Live , their flames can never dye . Upon NOTHING , By the Late Earl of ROCHESTER . I. NOthing thouElder Brother ev'n to shade , Thou hadst a Being , e're the World was made , And ( well-fixt ) are alone of ending not afraid . II. E're time and place were time and place were not , When Primitive Nothing , something strait begot , Then all proceeded from the great united-What ? III. Something , the gen'ral Attribute of all , Sever'd from thee , its sole Original . Into thy boundless self , must undistinguish'd fall . IV. Yet something did thy mighty Pow'r command , And from thy fruitful emptinesses hand , Snatcht Men , Beasts , Birds , Fire , Air , and Land. V. Matter the wicked'st Off-spring of thy Race , By form assisted , flew from thy embrace , And Rebel Light , obscur'd thy reverend dusky face . VI. With form , and Matter , time and place did joyn , Body , thy Foe , with thee did Leagues combine , To spoil thy peaceful Realm , and ruine all thy Line . VII . But Turn-Coat Time , assists the Foe in vain , And brib'd by thee , assists thy short-liv'd Reign , And to thy hungry Womb , drives back thy Slaves again . VIII . Tho' Misteries are barr'd from Laick eyes , And the Divine alone with Warrant pryes , Into thy Bosome , where thy truth in private lyes . IX . Yet this of thee , the wise may freely say , Thou from the Virtuous , nothing tak'st away , And to be part of thee , the Wicked wisely pray . X. Great Negative , how vainly would the Wise , Enquire , desine , distinguish , teach , devise , Didst thou not stand to point their dull Philosophies . XI . Is , or is not , the Two great ends of Fate , And true , or false , the subject of debate , That perfect , or destroy , the vast designs of Fate . XII . When they have rack'd the Politicians Breast , Within thy Bosome , most securely rest , And when reduc'd to thee are least unsafe , and best . XIII . But Nothing , why does something still permit , That Sacred Monarchs , should at Council sit , Which Persons highly thought , at best for Nothing fit . XIV . Whil'st weighty Something , modestly abstains , From Princes Coffers , and from States-mens Brains , And Nothing there , like stately Nothing reigns . XV. Nothing who dwell'st with Fools in grave disguise , For whom thy Reverend shapes , and forms devise , Lawn-sleeves , and Furrs , and Gowns , when they like thee look wise . XVI . French Truth , Dutch Prowess , British Policy , Hybernians Learning , Scotch Civility , Spaniards dispatch , Danes Wit , are mainly seen in thee . XVII . The great Mans gratitude , to his best Friend , Court Promises , Whores Vows , towards thee they bend , Flow swiftly into thee , and in thee ever end . Upon his leaving his Mistress . By the same Author . T Is not that I am weary grown , Of being yours , and yours alone ; But with what Face can I incline , To damn you to be only mine ? You whom some kinder Pow'r did fashion , By merit and by inclination , The joy at least of one whole Nation . Let meaner Spirits of your Sex , With humbler aims , their thoughts perplex , And boast , if by their arts they can Contrive to make one happy Man ; Whil'st mov'd by an impartial Sense , Favours like Nature you dispense , With universal influence . See the kind seed receiving Earth , To ev'ry Grain affords a Birth ; On her no show'rs unwelcome fall , Her willing Womb retains 'em all ; And shall my Celia be confin'd ? No , live up to thy mind , And be the Mistress of Mankind . Love and Life , a Song by the same Author . ALL my past Life is mine no more , The flying hours are gone ? Like Transitory Dreams giv'n o're , VVhose Images are kept in store , By Memory alone . VVhatever is to come , is not , How can it then be mine ? The present Moment's all my Lot , And that as fast as it is got , Phillis is wholly thine . Then talk not of inconstancy , False Hearts , and broken Vows , If I by Miracle can be , This live-long Minute true to thee , 'T is all that Heav'n allows . To the late Earl of Rochester , upon the report of His Sickness in Town , being newly Recovered by His Lordships advice in the Country . In Allusion to the Ode of Horace . By Sir FRANCIS FANE . VVHat means this tumult in my Veins , These eccho'd Groans and Sympathetick pains ? Ah cruel Lord ! why do'st thou wound Him whom so late thy pity found ? Or did'st thou spare my Life , that I A nobler Death for thee should dy ? It is not possible , nor just , The little Off-springs of the dust , The Sun extinct should him survive , By whose kind beams they 're kept alive ; Oh! rather let me dy before , Perish Ten Thousand more , To spy the Bounds of th' indiscover'd shore , ●…hough with less hopes than they , that sought the Indian Oar. How dar'st thou bold disease surprize The joy , and Glory of our eyes ; Mankinds delight wits utmost Goal , Heav'ns Masterpiece , spirit of Soul : We need thee not to make his Fame more bright Officious Death , to lesser Stars requir'd , Who never shine out clear , but in thy Night He is all Flame , all Light , And lives unenvy'd , though by all admir'd : Free as the Angels in their blest Estate , What none can reach , there 's none will emulate . Quench Feaver , quench thy too presumtuous heat , Tremble to Ice at so August a name , Or if thou need'st wilt be by mischiefs great , Fire on , and set the World on Flame . Had credulous England , fond of Foreign News , And from remotest parts the World above , Receiv'd the Indian Faith , which none else does refuse , Did Men believe , that after their remove From Earth , they should enjoy the Friends they Love ; With all their Wit , their Rhetorick , and sence , Which with immortal ease they could dispence : What Crowds would leap into his Funeral Pile , London would desert , Kingless be the Isle ; The Strand instead of Men , would Acrons yield , White-hall a Meadow be , th' Exchange a Field . To a great Lord , inviting him to Court , or else to Write a History in the Country . A Paraphrase upon the 12th . Ode of Horace : l. 2. by the same . URge me not to be poorly great , To steep Ascents in slippery places , Much less Posterity to cheat By Histories with Ianus Faces ; Alas ! I cannot act , nor write , Unfit for Counsel , or for Fight ; Careless what mortal sits above , I 've full imployment in my Love ; I have no time for publick cares , Too busie still to mind such toys , Dark Prophecies of State affairs , And future fears for present joys : Divert me not from my sublimest bliss , I should destroy a Kingdom for a Kiss . Ah! my good Lord , would you not lose The Incomes of the Golden Isles ? Tag●…s his Treasures , or Per●…s , For one of my Lycymnia's Smiles ? When she her fragant lips withdraws , Grants and denies , With scornful words , inviting eyes , Nor will confine Coelestial joys to humane Laws : But with her amorous thrist Makes me to steal a gift . Then in a sudden freakish Vein Invades my hungry lips again , And finding there her heedless Prey , Sucks out my Soul , and spirits it away . Would you not leave the Council board If she past by , and gave the word ? And start up in furious mood , As if 't were for the publick good ; Quarrel with him that spoke the last , And leave your well-weigh'd Notes for hast : Throw up the Land to Pope , or Knox , To Wars , to Famine , Plague , or Pox ? Rather than lose with her one minutes joy , Where sight alone can fill , fruition never cloy . Let others spend their slavish days , Hard Labourers for gawdy praise ; Beg of just Heav'n their Plagues and Pains , Their painted joys and gilded Chains : And faintly smile , profoundly grone , Happy in all thoughts , but their own : Though all the Charms of Pride advise , And Terrors fright from Earth , or Skies ; Rap'd to Elyzium with a strong desire , Held fast in Snowy Snares I will expire , And still kiss on , were all the world on fire . To a Perjur'd Mistress ; the 8th . Ode of Horace , lib. 1. Imitated , by the same . FAlsest of fair ones , swear again , And add to thy Transcending store , Of prosperous Perjuries Ten Thousand more , Dull Truth becomes thee not , it looks too plain : Did Heaven those mortal sins resent , But with some Venial Punishment , Were the least blemish on thy face , One Hair , or Nail out of its place , I should believe , but still you rise More beautiful by Blasphemies ; By Disobedience made divine , The more you swear , the more you shine ; As if the Gods had nought to do , But to be wrong'd , and thankful too . Then swear , and shine again , Let each false Oath augment thy Lovers Train , And make this Wonder plain , That Mankind never has more Piety Than when they least believe their Deity . A MASK . Made at the Request of the late Earl of Rochester , for the Tragedy of Valentinian . The SCENE . Lucina , Maximus his Wife , sleeping . Enter Zephyrus and Favonius , ushering in the MOON . Zephy . HAil sacred Cynthia ! mutable , but chaste As the cold Air by which thou art embrac'd , Changing thy Shape as often as thy Stations With new Disguises and false Assignations ; Or hid in an Eclipses Vizard-Mask , Thou cheat'st the Gods in Love's laborious Task . Mother of calmest Thoughts and sacred Dreams , The Earths best neighbour , lending thy kind beams To plants , to beasts to men , to grounds , and streams , Without whose Influence not a Hair grows well , Nor spire of Grass , nor Blood , nor Waves can swell ; Parent of temp'rate Passions still allay'd By thy decrease , as by thy fulness made . Fav . Falsly believ'd Sol's Sister , thou' rt his Wife Impregnated with fertile Worlds of Life , Breeding or teeming still , and bring'st to 's Bed A new Face every day , a monthly Maiden-head . Sol that delights in chaste Polygamy , Casts fruitful Beams on Tellus , and on thee . Contented Wives the Earth , and Moon repay Light to each other from their Husband's Ray. Chaste Relict of the Sun ! thou weep'st his Fate In dewy Tears , and mak'st him lie in State : Thy heavenly Hall with Blacks and Lamps adorning Hid at his Resurrection in the Morning , Thy Splendour to thy Husband's Beams resigning , And humbly in his Absence only shining . Proceed , Great Queen , to thy divine Intent , Preserve this Loyal Wife , and Crimes prevent . Sweeping with gentle Gales the Cyprian Coast , I blow some VVhispers from the heavenly Host. Hermes and Venus were in Consultation Upon their flight to the All-conquering Nation . 'T is time some powerful God should mischiefs stay , VVhen Love and Eloquence are on their way . The Moon . Now thrice seven times , since my Increase , have I Walk'd round the sleeping World in watchful Sky , And summon'd all my twinkling Spies to know Th' effects of Passions they impress'd below , ( VVhere we sow joys , & griefs , & hopes , & fears , As men sow Herbs and Flowers in their Parterres , For Physick some , some planted for Delight , ( And happy those that know to use them right , ) But have not found a Mortal so opprest , Honour pursu'd , and panting in the Breast Of this bright spotless Dame , now takes some rest . VVell done , good Somnus , powerfully repair VVith thy chaste Opiates that weighty Care That friendly Foe frail VVomen cannot spare . Ah lovely Face ! which justly might excuse Thy Prince , if he did beg for a Refuse , And tempt thee to the Glory to deny , For Vertue brighter shines than Sol , or I ; But he would uncontroul'd do all like us , Poor Titular God , and envies Maximus . Too happy Maximus ! could Fortune stay , And from those dangerous heights not roll away , Great Joys are to be fear'd for their Allay . But Vertue , Fortune's Queen , preserves entire Eternal Rules ; bold mortals that enquire , Curiously stirring up , put out the holy Fire . Safe in those Laws , Lucina , might thou rest VVith mutual Love , Vertues best safeguard blest : But Man , that compound Mortal's ne're secure , Whilst Souls are sleepy , and the Flesh impure . Here , take these Lillies , arm'd for thy defence [ Throws down Lillies As white and cold as Snow or Innocence Steep'd in the Ice-house of the River Styx , Where Iove drinks Healths to strangers when they mix With heavenly Beings , and must cease to know Th' uneasie Joys of the poor World below . Sleep on , fair Saint , with heavenly Visions blest , Let no black Dreams defile thy snowy Breast , Nor Fiends corrupt thee , tho like Angels drest . Enter Mercury and Venus . Mer. Has Flesh and Blood need of a Power divine To raise their Sympathy , and make 'em joyn ? Is 't not enough to pimp for sacred Iove , But every Prince below must have a Love , Inflexible to all but Bawds above ? Ven. You run too fast my Agent , Rome declines , The Eagles mew their wings , which heaven designs Shall further fly . The Pilot drunk with Love The great Ship runs aground . Shall mighty Iove Enrich a Prince with all the powerful Charms Of Beauty , Wit , and Vertue , Arts , and Arms ? And shall a wretched half-concocted She Depose a Demy-God , cramp Victory , Rebellious to her Prince , to Iove , and Me ? Destroy an Empire for this monstrous Crime 'Gainst Honour , only fit for Plays in Rhyme , Idle Discourse , not Action , that gay Dame For all her shifts of Gawdery , not of Name Or Quality in Heaven above : an odious Broker Betwixt rich Vertues , Daughters of the Gods , And bankrupt Sins the brats of needy Mortals . Dost thou , t' assist me , shod with wings repine ? Thy Master's Credit lies at stake , not mine . Me. Why , Madam Venus , you can take your sport , Cuckold your Husband , sing , and dance at Court , And like a lazy Lady coach about , Whilst I must trudge my Legs and Feathers out . My Errands are so quick , my Time so short , That I can get no Wife , nor Mistress for 't . There 's ne're a Lawyer , but his ven●…al Tongue Is tip'd by me : dark points of right and wrong , Not obvious to all Hearers , I can clear To the doubt-making Judge , tell how , and where The puzzled Audience with Contention spent A Bribe may safely make a President . Never a Tradesman cheats , Sectarist prays , Stationer sells , or Poet steals his Plays , Rhetorical Fool must prate , or be in Print , Insuring Statesman Plot , but Mercury is in 't . Ven. I tell thee , Mercury , thy Trade's but small To mine , that does ingross and swallow all . Mine's like the Ocean , whence I took my Birth , All streams of Bus'ness crowd from churlish Earth , Breaking from Customs bounds and living Graves , Seek Liberty in our ungovern'd waves . Vices Cabal each other does supply , Pride Rapine moves , Rapine feeds Luxury ; But all their motions tend to amorous Joy : VVhat 's more than that , for Mankind is too high . What makes the street-bespatter'd Lawyer trudge ? What oyl's the turn-stile Conscience of a Judge ? They squeeze the juicy Rich , and bruise the Poor , Refunding Fees to their more griping Whore. When Sisters throng into the Meeting-place , I dress up Cupid like a Babe of Grace . The Teacher is to Repetition brought , Swaddled with Neck-cloath , tender , over-wrought , Rub'd , and repair'd with Cordials , he becomes A secret Morsel for the hallowed Gums . If Poets write , and Love be not their Text , Nor Women hear them , Fame will leave them next . 'T is I that do inspire the Sword or Pill , Make Souldiers spare , and make Physicians kill ; Repairing Murders still with Propagations ; I root out sapless Plants , but people Nations . Beauty 's the current Coin that none refuses , The Bribe of Mars , Minerva , and the Muses : Love's grown so general , more Gods should be made To carry on the busie amorous Trade ; 'T is from a liberal Art turn'd a Disease , Infecting those that have not Strength nor Ease ; Each dying Letcher keeps a hungry Female To gaze upon , and handle , like fine knacks , Religious Pictures , pretty Saints in Wax : But Flesh and Blood abhors Idolatry , By Foot-men eas'd of their Divinity ; Nay every Porter keeps a Miss , must wear On her gay Limbs , the Labour of 〈◊〉 Year . I am the Mother of Delights , refreshing The weary World with Love , of Pleasures the supreme , 'Cause Nature highest ends to it assign'd , All others serve but Man , and this Mankind . Mer. Weak is the power of Wits affected noise To the dumb Rhetorick of charming Eyes . Goddess you 've conquer'd , and it is your Part Both to subdue and mollifie her Heart : I 've tip'd his Tongue with all the charms of Wit , Would melt a Rock , d●…bauch an Anchorit , Calm a tempestuous Sea , tempt a fix'd Star From Heaven , or make a Tyger lye in 's Lap ; Make Cynthia turn a Whore , or thee a Nun : Yet all these words , like ruffling winds , make her Sit safer in white Robes of Innocence , Wrapping them close about her : Try if thy sultry amorous Heats can make Her throw them of . Ven. Oh! I have fir'd her Blood , and fill'd her Mind VVith the Idea's of all brave mankind ; To which her Husband seems a Crest-fall'n monster , Put Stars into the Emperor's Eyes , soft heavenly motions Into his Limbs , gentle surprizing Vigor , VVhich with its smooth and regular Approaches VVould make defenceless a rude Amazon , Or steal into the Trenches of a Vestal . 'T is true I never call'd my Son , too sure Kings , without Cupid's Aid , might Love procure . Mer. Then call him strait , and let him arm his Peirce and repeirce the Adamantine Foe Bow , With his new Darts whet on Iove's Thunder-bolt , Feather'd with Sparrows wings , shafted with Mirtle Steep'd in the Blood of Goats , and Lovers tears : Barb'd with the Ir'n of Nets which Vulcan threw On Mars and thee , when Gods were call'd to view , Sharp as the Tongue of a forsaken Scold . Ven. Cupid , come down , our Deities controul'd , And bring the Quiver Iove with Kisses gave thee For 's New-years-gift , then see who dares out-brave thee . [ Cupid descends and shoots ; the Arrow breaks . ] Mer. If gentle heavenly Gods cannot reclaim The haggard heart of an ill-manner'd Dame , Let 's ask Advice of Hell's great Lords , to tame The only Woman of this awkard frame . Ven. Rise Pluto , rise , with all th' infernal Powers , Proud Mortals learn new Laws , and scoff at ours : The Honour of the Gods is now engag'd ; Ne're Woman was so cool , nor Goddess so enrag'd . [ Pluto rises with his Infernal Train . ] VVhat trifling 's this ! so many Gods combin'd Against a thoughtless , custom-ridden Female , Much weaker than the He presumptuous VVight , VVho only 'cause he prates , and walks upright , Values himself 'bove other Animals , VVeaker than Beasts in pleasures and in sense , VVeaker in Prudence and his own Defence : A god-like Victory , a most coelestial Prize , To make a Female take her wish'd-for Joys . The under-shrubs of Men give VVomen odds ; Are these Proceedings fit for Kings or Gods ? Ven. If Beauty , VVit , and Greatness she despise , What more alluring Baits can'st thou devise ? Plu. Must those be courted that are made to yield Who parlies with a Foe that wants a Shield , Or asks men leave to do them Courtesies ? Clients sometimes must force the gap't-for Fees. What faintly offer'd , scarce deserves the Thanks Of the Receiver : Gratitude t' excite , Press Bounties home , and make men feel their weight . Women were made on purpose to be ravish'd , Nature had arm'd them else , nor left unguarded The Avenues of Love : Honour commands an open Citadel , The Traytor makes a show , but can't , nor won't repell . Who would stand knocking at an unlock'd Gate ? Or , who in 's Porch can hope to save his Plate ? For shame dispatch , and disabuse the Prince , Give him his Play-thing , he 'll be quiet straight . The Empire will grow strong , and Armies fight , And more Souls tumble to eternal night ; Ambition damns more Mortals , than Delight . Mer. Spoke like great Pluto , Venus , don't repine To lose the Glory , getting your Design . The matter lies not what , but how to have ; What more can Mankind give , or Woman crave ? None e're was ravish'd , but with close consent ; Shame makes them sometimes quarrel , ne'r repent . Was e're ambitious man forc'd to a Crown , Hunger compell'd to feed ? Are wearied men Said to be robb'd of Burdens ? Do I force The falling fruit that drops into my hand ? Ven. Oh senseless Males ! must Women lose the Pride Of Courtship , self-reflexion , Joys beside Of Dalliance , and the yielding Arts of Love , Embrac'd by all , whom their Attractions move ? Must that rough Sex our tender Breasts invade , Without the fawning , and th' indearing Trade , Th' Esteem , the Tenderness , the Adoration , And take the sacred prize without Gradation And due Respect ? I hate so hard a shift . Mer. Bart'ring makes Love a Bargain , Rape a gift , Plainly consenting Women buy delight , Part with their Pride , to please their Appetite : A bold Invasion does loath'd Debt prevent , Love 's sweeter when 't is given than when 't is lent . Plu. Well urg'd , right Apprehensive Lord of th' upper house : Love is the Sauce , but Lust's the wholsome Meat Which nicest Stomachs ne're refuse to eat . Proud Beggars ne're confess their wants , tho ask'd , 'T is decent Charity to steal into Their hands an Alms. If heavenly Arrows fail , The Darts of Flesh must the proud Flesh assail ; Which cure by Sympathy the hardest heart , Like Pelia's Spear , both wound and heal the smart . Mer. to Ven. Fair scornful Dame , great Casuist in Love , Raising the price of Lust t' enslave Mankind , Playing the Whore with Grandeur and Discretion ; Love is a cheat t'ingross in private hands The staple trade of Lust , meant for the publick . What you deny is more Mankinds than yours , A Right no Vestal e're can give away , A Right inherent , not to be refus'd Nor limited , 'cause relative to all ; No more than Palates kept from various Tasts , Iron to one Load-stone , Amber to one Straw . If I have Title to a common Ground , Tho 't is inclos'd within anothers Bound , All Laws allow free way to fetch my Shares : But these are double-fac'd terrestrial Cares ; Where right and wrong lye mix'd like Earth and Water , Or Fire and Air , none can divide 'em clearly ; Such Rubs stop not the Gods. 'T is writ above , Great Valentinian shall enjoy his Love ! Ven. Well , if I must obey , I 'll ne're assist Such lewd base Acts , nor lend a simp'ring smile , But when 't is done , I 'll help to reconcile . Plu. We knew you would be there . Come then , I 'll call My Satyrs to prepare the willing Fall , And in soft Dreams preach Honour's Funeral . Enter Satyrs , and Dance . From Ovid Amorum , l. 2. El. 4. and Lucretius l. 4. That he loves Women of all sorts and sizes . By Mr. R — ALL Blots I cannot from my Manners wipe , Nor say I walk uprightly when I slip : Press'd with my Thoughts , I to Confession fall , In pain , and mad , till I lay open all . I sin , and I repent , clear off the Score , Then run , like wild , to dip again for more . I cannot rule my self , like Pinnace tost In storms , the Rudder gone , and Compass lost . No certain Shape , or Features , stint my Mind , I still for Love a thousand Reasons find . Here one commends my Verse ; In Equity If I please her , she surely pleases me . But if malicious witty things she said , I think how she wou'd repartee in bed : And for the Lashes that her Tongue bestow'd , Had I my wish , how I wou'd kiss the Rod. If artless they , my Heart on Nature doats ; If learn'd , I long to be conserring notes : If no great Sense or Parts the Damsel show , Still I conclude , she wants it not below . The mild one stays me with her pouting Lip ; Yet love a Shrew , because she is no Sheep . I like whom pious Education fools ; Who would not try to put her past her Rules ? Tho' Look demure , her Inclinations swerve , And , once let loose , she jiggs without reserve . Who without Flame , they have the Air of France , Not clean , or sweet are Ala Negligence . Sanguine her looks , the Colour high and good ; For all the rest I trust her Flesh and Blood. Here living Snow my Passion strangely warms , And strait I wish her melting in mine arms : White , Red , or Guinny - black , or Gipsey - brown , My dearly well-beloved every one . If she is tall , my Courage mounts as high , To stamp some new heroick Progeny . If little , Oh! how quick the Spirit moves ? If large , who wou'd not roul in what he loves ? The Lean provokes me with her naughty rubs ; But if she 's plump , 't is then my pretty Fubs . And doubtless , one might truck convenient sport With either fat or lean , or long or short . The tripping Gate so tickles / yet if wide She steps , Oh! then she swoups me with Stride . That waddle was a Grace in Montespan , These drowsie Eyes are perfect C — With yellow Curls Aurora pleas'd her Top , And Leda ( Iove well saw ) was black-a-top . The black or yellow are alike to me , My Love will suit with every History . If Cloe sing , she , like a Syrene , draws ; If she sing not , we kiss without a pause : I love to risle amongst Gems and Dress ; Yet lumber they , to god-like Nakedness . Buzzards and Owls on special quarry fall ; Mine is a generous Love , and flies at all . I like the Rich , 'cause she is pamper'd high , And merry Beggar love , for Charity ; Widow or Wife , I 'm for a Pad that 's way'd ; If Virgin , troth , who wou'd not love a Maid ? If she be young , I take her in the nick ; If she has Age she helps it with a trick . If nothing charms me in her Wit or Face , She has her Fiddle in some other place . Come every sort and size , the great or small , My Love will find a Tally for 'em all . The foregoing Elegy , having been publish'd imperfect , is here Printed from the best Copy . To DOROLISSA , On her being like my Lord Dorset . By the same . ADd all to Man that Man's Perfection makes , Woman has something still that strangely takes : Why run we else , at Dorolissa's Call , In Crowds to Hersham , and neglect Copt-Hall ? But who cou'd hope , from Dorset's Noble Frame , To find a Female of the very same ; Such inward Beauty , and such outward Grace , All met again together in one place ? The same free Looks that no disguises bear , The same sweet , generous , Melancholy are ? That perfect Smile , and that half-bended frown , These glances too are Dorset's every one : Yet Nature , that she might us not perplex , The manly Stroaks with finer touches checks , In a just Care to the dear fairer Sex. Nor do their Persons only come so near , Her Soul 's as high , and every way his Peer . Tho the same mighty Genius so prevails In one , in one particular it fails . To all the●…e Gifts of Body and of Mind , A Conduct thus reserv'd is , odly , joyn'd : This suits but ill with the Heroick kind . Great Dorset wou'd his Love communicate , Not turn away from a warm willing Mate . Here wou'd we live , nor think of Joys above , Were you , ah ! were you like him in your Love. In Imitation of the Song , That I love none . By OLINDA . SOme say , I for Olinda dye , My Breast so violent Passion warms , Most think my hour is scarce so nigh , But , ah ! these little know her Charms . My Heart all witty fair ones sway , And to sad difficulty bring ; Yet none so cruel quite to slay The harmless , poor , good natur'd thing . My Heart is Love's mere Tennis ball , Here toss'd , there bandy'd up and down ; But in good hands if once it fall , 'T is lodg'd , 't is then , for ever , gone . The PICTURE . By Mr. Adams . COme gentle Love , 't is only thou Can'st Celidia's Beauties know ; Thou , for he trusts none but thee , Thou my pretty Painter be : But no mortal Colours may My Celidia's form display . Fetch me then Love , fetch the same Nature uses through this frame . When she Spring most fain would show , Or she paints the watry Bow — So , how swift thy Motions be , Scarce thy Darts more swift than thee . Now first — stay let me see — first try Thy matchless Skill upon her Eye ; Paint it black , and full , and bright , Quick , and peircing as the Light ; Let it sparkle humid Fire , Let it languish with desire ; Yet let a majestick Air Mid'st some pretty scorn appear , Such as may inspire fear , Such as may soft Love inspire , Yet chastise too bold desire ; As may threaten yet invite , Temp'ring Terror with Delight . Now let 's see — well this might do Could'st thou paint the Motion too . Next , let her faultless Nose descend , Which Envy , Nature cannot mend . But now gentle Love , oh now ! Thou thy Skill , thy Art must show : Canst thou something here design That may Sweetness breath divine ? Can'st thou paint thy Mother's Smile When she would some God beguile ? Then might'st thou attempt to feign Her well form'd Mouth — Yet then in vain , But for once thou shalt be try'd : Let the Lip with humble Pride Gently swell , in Blushes dy'd Of native Purple , and let there A perpetual Dew appear , Such as flows on opening Roses When the Morn their Sweets discloses : While Fancy forms in every Kiss , Joy , Rapture , and immortal Bliss . O! still the Grace , the charming Air , The melting Softness , is not there . Well , prithee go on , o're her fair Eyes Let her lofty Fore-head rise : Like some Hill of Snow , whose height Above the Sun contemns his heat . Now let on her Cheeks be laid Such a White and such a Red , As the new-●…leec'd Snow does wear , Unsully'd by the neither Air ; As most sweetly is display'd On the poor timerous , wishing Maid , Whom some blest Youth does first invade . Then let her dishevel'd Hair Here curl , and there disappear : Here return , then downward stray , As it fain would lose its way ; Black let that be , black , as made The beauteous Piece's decent Shade , As if she were enwrap'd in Night Thy gentle Season of Delight . Then O! then draw her swelling Breast , Where Gods , where amorous Gods would rest , Yet ne're by Man or God yet prest . Let it such motion seem to find , As Seas saluted by the Wind , Which the lov'd Waves just Kisses o're , And whispers Passion to the inclining Shore . O Love ! methinks this is not well , Methinks it does not panting swell ; Nor is the lovely Mouth the same , Nor darts the Eye the well-known Flame . While thus I spoke , Love angry grew , The Tablet tore , and down he threw The Pencil , and away he flew . Whether the God himself did move , And Love did operate on Love ; So fear'd to stir my rival Flame , Should he draw her too much the same : Or he thought I should vex more When his Pencil should come lower ; 'T was that the little God well knew , The Painter so his Mother drew , And to the Waste her form did shew : But then he spread a circling Wave , As Modesty had made him leave ; Tho 't is most sure his Pencil he supprest , Because he never could describe the rest . A PASTORAL , Written at Dublin , in May 1683. Coridon . THyrsis , since here we be together laid , Where these kind Trees embraces weave a Shade , Sing gentle Youth , and with some tuneful Lay , Beguile our Labour , and deceive the day ; Thelgon will seed our Flocks ; and when they 're fed , Th●…lgon our Flocks will to the River lead . Thyrsis . OCoridon ! Who shall presume to sing ? Who to these Groves shall foreign Numbers bring ? Where once great Spencer did triumphant reign , The best , the sweetest , of the inspir'd Train ; Scarce from the God of Wit such Verse did flow , When he vouchsaf'd to follow Sheep below : Here sigh'd the love-sick Swain , here fed his Sheep Near Mullas Stream , whose Waves he taught to weep : While hungry'st Herds forgot the flowry Meads , And the unshorn Hills inclin'd their list'ning Shades ; Oft as I 've heard the Muses hither came , The Muses slighted the inspiring Stream , Charm'd with the merit of their Colin's fame : While hoarser Goatherds in some wretched strain Invok'd the absent Deities in vain . Ah! liv'd he now , what Subjects might he chuse , The deathless Theams of his immortal Muse , Of God-like Ossory his Song would tell , How much belov'd he liv'd , how much bewail'd he fell . In War unconquer'd , but betray'd in Peace By fraud of Death , and snares of a Disease . Then he 'd to late Posterity declare , How well Great Arran did the loss repair ; That when Good Ormond would his Age release In no mean Pleasures , no inglorious Ease , He with like Vertue rul'd , with like success : So when old Atlas eas'd his stooping Years , Alcides only could support the Sphears . Well hast thou chose , Great Monarch ! well design'd So vast a Burthen for so vast a Mind ! He all the worth of his long line does show , As Rivers largest when they furthest flow ; No false Cabal his Vertue could engage , Flowing unmix'd through a Rebellious Age , Unmix'd and pure , as the swift Rhônedos take His liquid way , through dull Geneva's Lake . But whither am I brought by unknown ways , Forc'd by the mighty Current of his Praise ? Say happy Bard ! immortal Spencer say ! What numbers would'st thou choose , what Praise display , When of Armagh thy mighty Song should be , Of Armagh's Justice and his Piety ? Armagh ! who Innocence secures from wrong , In whom the poor are rich , the weak are strong , The VVidows Plenty , and the Orphans Song . Armagh ! the good , whom Men and Angels love , Chief Priest of Themis , and Chief Priest of Iove : 'T is he , my much-lov'd Coridon ! 't is he , Through whom my Flocks thus wander as you see . He too permits my Verse , nor does disdain The humble Tribute of a grateful Swain . O could I ! could I my low measures raise , VVorthy his Name , and worthy of his Praise ! VVhile weary Flocks rejoyc'd in Shades , while Showers Of silent dew reviv'd expiring Flowers , VVhile breathing VVinds should slow through yonder Grove , And Shepherdesses should submit to Love ; Armagh should be the Universal Theam ; Our Mountains of themselves should speak his Name , And all the ecchoing Plains , th' attentive Woods Of Armagh sing , of Armagh all the Floods . Coridon . Thrice happy Youth , thy Gratitude exceeds The humble measures of our rural Reeds . O may he oft vouchsafe thy Verse to hear , When noble Pleasures shall unbend his Care ; But see , the Day Night silently invades , And the departing Sun doubles the encreasing Shades . Vivamus mea Lesbia , &c Catull. By the same . LEt 's live , my Lesbia , while we may , In Love let 's pass the thoughtless day , While Impotence and Envy rage In a severe censorious Age : Yonder Sun which sets to night , Returns to morrow with new Light : But when once our day goes down , All our Mirth , our Joys are gone , One small stroak our Hearts will sever , And we sleep , we sleep for ever . A thousand Kisses then , my Dear , A hundred more , nay yet I swear Another thousand does remain , Now the hundred o're again , Then another thousand more , Then a hundred as before ; Thus when many thousand past , We 'll mix , we 'll shuffle 'em so last , That nor Thou , nor I may know What is done , or what to do , And no Envy blast our Bliss When our Joys are numberless . SONG . I. NO faith , No , I will not now ; Could'st thou not one , not one Repulse allow ? What a silly Whore art thou ? Have a care of Care , of dull Permission ; Women may rule us , If they please to fool us , Make us sigh , and make us wish on . II. I hate the coming Maid , Love is by nauseous fondness over-laid , Becalm'd as in the Marriage-Bed . Give me a bouncing tempestuous Beauty , Let her pet and grumble , Bite , and toss , and tumble , Or I 'm slow as Husbands upon Duty . III. Call Honour , Fame , and Modesty , All the airy Guards of nice Virginity , Through all I 'de force each Inch of thee , Inhance thy self by frequent denial , Make us think 't is somewhat We labour so to come at , For who , O who would seek it if he knew all ? Parce meo Iuveni , &c. Tibullus . SPare gentle Beast ! ah , spare my lovely Boy , Whether thou do'st the Hill or Plain enjoy ! Do not ! ah do not thy sharp Tusks prepare For fierce Encounters and relentless War ! Thou gentle Love , his faithful Guardian be ! Thou gentle Love , preserve him safe to me ! Curst be the Dogs , curst be the woody shade Whose solitary Pleasure can perswade To follow Beasts , and fly a dying Maid ? What Fury is 't ? Ah! what is thy Design ! While thou the nets round some rough Hill dos●… gain , To hunt those Hands , those tender Hands of thine ; Where is the Pleasure of the surest Trace , VVhile the hook'd Thorns those snowy Legs deface . But yet , so I my self might wander too , So I with thee my lovely Youth might go , My self secure of any future fear , O're ●…raggy Rocks the twis●…ed Nets would ●…ear ; My self the Fleetest Deer would nimbly trace , And the swift Dogs uncouple for the Chase : Then you blest Woods , O then ye'd please me too ! If I might with my lov'd Ch●…rynthus go . If in your amorous ●…ling Shade We might together by the ●…oils ●…e laid , Then should the Beast securely ma●…ch away , We'd only be our selves each others Prey , No care of sport , the Boa●… should then destroy The sweet Perfection of our eager Joy ; Then should'st thou have no other Love but me , As I would only sigh and ●…urn for thee ; That so my Dear , after Diana's ●…aw , With a chas●…e hand thou might'st the chas●…e net draw . Yet if by cunning s●…ealth some Rival Maid Should the soft Pleasures of my Love invade , May some unknown misfortune meet her , may She suddenly become some wild Beasts prey . But thou , fair Youth , such rough Delights forbear , And let thy Father of the Chase take care : Thou softer Pleasures follow , Thou and I , And quickly to my Bosom , quickly fly . A Translation out of 〈◊〉 To SLEEP . WHat horrid Crime did gentle Sleep displease ? That he refuses me the common ease Of Bird and Beast ? nay , ev'ry breeding Tr●…e Seems but to nod with Sleep to waking me . Fierce Rivers softly glide , Seas faintly roar , And roul themselves asleep upon the Shore . Seven times the Moon has measur'd out the night , Seven times my Eyes out-watch'd her borrow'd Light. The shining Stars , as in their Orbs they move , As oft have seen me waking from above . Still my Complaints reviv'd , Aurora hears , And mov'd with Pity , baths me with her Tears . How will my Strength to bear my Grief suffice ? Like Argus , I have not a thousand Eyes , That may alternately their watching take , His Body never was all o're awake . Perhaps some amorous Youth kind Sleep denies To lodge , at present , in his wanton eyes : With waking Arms he clasps the yielding Dame , And quits his Rest to ease a restless Flame . Let the ill-treated God take Wing to me Who have so long beg'd for his Company ; I will not ask him a whole Night to stay , A happier Man must for that Blessing pray , Let him but call upon me in his way . The ATHEIST . I. GReat knowing Hero ! Who dares boast A Conquest o're the Lord of Host ! Thou wear'st a Soul that scorns to be Corrupted with the Notion of a Deity ; Thou know'st this World was made by chance , In thy eternal Atoms luckey Dance , That in their heedless motion hit At last on thee , thou mighty Man of Wit. Thy shuffl'd Atoms that thus joyn'd , And to make a World combin'd , By the last Trumps inliv'ning sound Shall be without blind chance calld from the world round ; And when they 're all together met , Shall the Agony beget , Then thou shall be Rebuilt to an Eternity Of still beginning misery , And thy great Nature too shall fall like thee . II. Nature , God's Steward , only can disburse Events which he before ordain'd , And uncontroul'd ne're govern'd us , But like the Causes too is chain'd . If God from Nature should withdraw his hand , The seeble Atlas reels , and cannot stand . III. Proud Fool ! recant thy vain Philosophy That of thy God so long has cousin'd thee : Thy pinion'd Reason , Flesh with Faith and Soar Above thy Reason , Nature's God t' adore : This will correct thy Reason and thy Pride , And shew thee the Eternal , crucified ; Tho you before did think his Blood did never glide But in a Picture from his Side ; And that God only in a pious Romance dy'd . This surely , Lord , thy Torments must renew , And crucifie thy God-head too : For 't is a double Pain To dye for Man that will an Infidel remain . A Pastoral Reflexion on Death . Strephon and Damon . Beneath a gloomy Yiew's unhealthy Shade , Whose noxious Coverts shun'd by Bird and Beast , The wretched Damon lay , with Arms a-cross His labouring Breast , quick like a sickly Pulse , His Heart with Passion seem'd to throb and beat . From 's half-clos'd eyes there stole a falling tear Along the fallow Furrows of his Cheeks , The deep ingraven Characters of Grief . The Pipe which he with tuneful Breath inspir'd , And made the vocal Organ of his Lays , Lay broke , and silent by , the dire effect Of raging Sorrow , for in that was lost The Wonder and Delight of all the Plains . As Strephon chanc'd to shape his course that way , In quest of two lost Ewes that lately stray'd , He spy'd the Shepherd stretch'd upon the ground . Amaz'd at the sad Spectacle of War , He silent stood , then Damon , Damon , cry'd . Being thus provoked , he rais'd his giddy Head , That strait recoil'd , and gently sunk to rest ; At last , with 's Elbow pillow'd from the ground , He gave attention to his speaking Friend . Strephon. What makes my Damon secretly retire , Resolv'd in private to possess his Grief , When Damon's Sheep require their Damon's care ? Last night I heard the Wolves run howling by , That with fierce eyes devour'd all our Flocks : Their Fear above their Hunger scarce prevail'd , For two Lambs in my view they almost seis'd . In yonder Village too I heard this day , That Thieves have basely visited our Folds . Rise Damon , rise , and leave thy Cares behind . Damon . All this cannot provoke my Diligence , For fear more rav'nous Wolves have seis'd on me , And make my panting heart their wretched prey That vainly strives to shift the cruel Pain . My Breast was ne're infested with wild care As long as dear Mirtillo liv'd , whose Charms Cou'd calm the roughest Tempests of my Mind . A discontinued Sun-shine I enjoy'd Till dear Mirtillo set in his dark Grave . Now there 's no lucid Interval of Peace , Or pause of Quiet to my troubled Mind . Sad Death must be the Period of my Woe And Life , then Damon , like Mirtillo , dye . Strephon. Thy Soul , fond Shepherd , is with Passion craz'd , And thy distemper'd Reason falsly takes The dreadful King of Terrors for thy Friend . Shou'd he but lay his icy hand on thee , Affrighted Nature would recant the Wish , Which you in trouble made with too much haste ; And like the Grass before the Mowers Sythe , Wou'd , bending , try to 'scape the fatal stroke . If Death 's so pleasant , why shou'd you lament Mirtillo's Fate ? Strephon. Because the lowly Youth Wou'd willingly have suffered tedious Life . The strong Convulsions of his Friendship were More sierce than the last Agonies of Death : His parting Soul by ling'ring here below , Did seem to catch at Life to stay with me . But when resistless Fate had summon'd him , He kindly fix'd his closing Eyes on mine , Then beckon'd me to follow to the Grave . This makes me think 't is no hard task to dye ; For harmless Shepherds , whose unspotted Lives Are innocent as are the Flocks they feed : Fear is but the Result of Guilt . Strephon. I know Death has his Terrors chiefly from our Crimes , And Virtue can disarm the gastly Foe ; Yet Nature too still fears to be dissolv'd , Like tender Lambs that dread the Butchers Knise Although they nothing fear beyond the Blow . For who can boast a perfect Innocence , Or run the nimble Race of humane Life Always along a spotless milkey way ? There 's no such Path but in the Heavens above , Which we at penning time so plainly see . Methinks I quiver whilst I talk of Death , Being almost frighted with my own Discourse . Thus I anticipate the fatal hour That must snatch me from chaste Dorinda's Arms , And the dear pledges of our mutual Love. When I am dead , who 'll teach my lovely Boys To use the Hook , or help the labouring Ewe . Dorinda , Boys , and Sheep , must all Be left a Prey to Man , that unto Man Proves the most savage Wolf , the strong Worry the weak , remorsless Avarice , Urging the hungry Miser to oppress ; And wild Ambition treads upon the Poor , Its footing sure , and that which will subvert The ill-laid Greatness of aspiring Man. Such Thoughts as these Mirtillo had , when Life Did , as you say , seem pleasing to the Youth . Damon . Why wou'd you abrogate my firm Resolve , And with these Fears repeal the thoughts of Death ? Did you but know how sweetly they repose On Beds of Earth that are lodg'd under ground , Unintercepted Rest they all enjoy , And with the wants of Life are blest by Death : They but retreat to a far greater World. For how few tread the Surface of the Globe , Compar'd to crowding Colonies that Fate Sends daily to the Bowels of the Earth , That has been peopling ever since old time , Commenc'd the subterranean Universe , Still gapes to swallow down the upper World. But when my Body's ●…arthen Pitcher's broke By Nature's stroke of Fortune's random blow ; My Lord , like Gideon's Lamp from his crack'd urn , Shall Death's black Night turn to eternal Day ; For all the Spots of my poor sullied Soul Shall be wash'd off by Heav'ns eternal Lamb , Whose tender Veins spouted a Bath o●… Blood , The sacred Laver of all faithful Swains . Strephon. When you shall tread the confines of the Grave , And your Soul is to a strange somewhere bound , ( For Nature still will combate lively Faith ) 'T is great relief to have such cheerful hopes That will repress the horrors of the Mind : We only by the Opticks of our Faith Can travel to the promis'd Land above . Yet we must not precipitate our Fate , But wait Heav'ns Pleasure , therefore ( Damon ) pray , For my sake live to night , to morrow dye . Horatii Ode 28. Lib. 1. Persicos Odi puer apparatus , &c. THE Persian Bravery I hate , Boy ! I will not drink in state . No Roses 'bout my Temples twine , Seek no late Rose , but rosie Wine : But be sure , get the Myrtle Tree , For that becomes both thee and me , When underneath the Mother Vine I enjoy her Daughter , Wine . Horatii Epod. 1. ad Populum Romanum , Quoquo scelesti ruitis ? &c. WHither d' ye rush with impious haste ? Or why d' ye try to sit To your right-hands your well-sheath'd Swords , More Murders to commit ? How long is 't since each Field and Stream Did flow with English Blood ? O! can they both so quickly thirst For such another Flood ? Against the purse-proud Hollander Turn your unnatural Rage ; Or , if you want a nobler Foe , The warlike French engage . Who eagerly do long to see You fall by your own hand , They covertly keep you in pay To ruine your own Land. A salvage Madness yet unknown To the wild Wolf or Bear , Lyon on Lyon ne're does prey , All Beasts their kind do spare . Is it blind Fury , or hard Fate , That makes you disagree ? Or is it some unpunish'd Crime ? Pray , Country-men , tell me . Silent with Shame , they all wax pale , Amaz'd with Guilt they stand ; But I have found why angry Heaven Has Curs'd our native Land : Great Charles his Blood must be reveng'd , Just Heaven has so decreed ; For such a murder'd Monarch's Death A Nation ought to bleed . The FLY . By P. Ayres , Esquire . Thus from the Wine-Pot cry'd the Fly , To the Frog of the Pool who sat croaking by , Rather than lead such a Life as thine , I 'd be stop'd in a Cask , and dye in Wine . I. VVAter I cou'd ne're endure , Tho ne're so chrystalline and pure : Water 's a Murmurer , and they Design more Mischief than they say . Where Rivers smoothest are , and clear , There 's the Danger , there 's the Fear ; But I 'll not grieve to dye in Wine , The Name is sweet , the sound divine . Thus from the Wine-Pot , &c. II. Dull Fish in Water live we know , And such insipid Souls as thou , While to sip of the Grape so merrily fly Many , many , such pretty Birds as I. 'T is Wine makes me gay , as the flowers after rain , It purifies my Blood , and inspires my Brain : And when the Tory-Boys so merrily Sing , I joyn in the Chorus , and Buz for the King , Thus from the Wine-Pot , &c. III. I am more belov'd than thou can'st be , All Creatures shun thy Company . Unbid , go I to each jolly Feast , Where I stay for no Grace , but fall on the best . Thus while I feed and quaff the choicest Wine , On Puddle-water thou dost dine ; Which makes thee such a phlegmatick croaking thing . Learn to drink Wine , thou Fool , and sing . Thus from the Wine-Pot , &c. IV. In Gardens I delight to stray , Amongst the Planters sing and play ; Thy Tune no Mortal does avail , Thou art the Dutch-man's Nightingale . Would'st thou with Wine but wet thy Throat , Sure thou would'st leave that dismal Note : Lewd Water has spoil'd thy Organs quite , And Wine alone can set them right . Thus from the Wine-Pot , &c. V. No Comrades hast thou save Newts and Frogs , Thy Rendezvous Saw-pits , old Ditches , and Bogs ; While to Cities and Courts my Passage is free , Wine makes me an Insect of Quality . Thou splenatick Wight , did'st thou once but know What Transports the Juice of the Grape does bestow , To be stopt in a Cask thou would'st never repine , As Clarence the Peer was in Muscadine . Thus from the Wine-Pot , &c. To the NIGHTINGALE . By the same . Why , little Charmer of the Air , Dost thou in Musick spend the Morn , While I thus languish in Despair , Opprest by Cynthia's Fate and Scorn ? Why dost thou sing to hear me cry , Wanton Songster , tell me why ? I. VVIlt thou not cease at my Desire ? Will these small Organs never Tire ? Nature did these Shades prepare Not for thy Musick , but my Care. Then why wilt thou persist to sing , Thou beautiful malicious thing . When kind Aurora first appears , She weeps in pity to my Tears . If thus thou think'st to bring Relief , Thou never knew'st a Lover's Grief . Why little Charmer , &c. II. Then feather'd Atom , where in thee Can be compriz'd such Harmony ? In whose small Fabrick does remain What Composition can contain . All Griefs but mine are at a stand When thy surprizing Tunes command . How can so small a Pipe and Throat Express so loud and sweet a Note ? Thou hast more various Points at will , Than Oxpheus had with all his Skill . Why little Charmer , &c. III. Great to the Ear , tho small to sight , The happy Lovers dear delight , Fly to the Bow'r where such are laid , And there bestow thy Serenade ; But from my Sorrow haste away , Alas ! there 's danger in the stay ; Lest hearing me so oft complain , Should make thee change thy cheerful Strain . Then timely from my Griefs remove , Thou harmless Syron of the Grove . Cease pretty Charmer of the Air , No more in Musick spend the Morn With me that languish in Despair , Opprest by Cynthia's Hate and Scorn . Then do not that poor Boon deny , I ask but Silence while I dye . To the WINDS . By the same . I. YE Winds , that in your hasty flight Just kiss the Leaves , and then away , The Leaves that tremble with delight , And murmur at so short a stay : Stop here , and e're you further go Give Audience to a Lover's Woe . II. Condoling Air ! to thee I speak , Since she is deaf to all my Grief , She that caus'd my Heart to break You never wrong'd , yet bring Relief . I 'm sure you grieve to hear my Pain , For when I sigh , you sigh again . III. Go gentle Air , fly to my Dear , That has with Love enflam'd my Breast , And whisper softly in her Ear , 'T is she has rob'd my Soul of Rest : Express ( if possible , ) such moans May imitate my dying Groans . IV. Then with a rougher Breath make bold To toss the Treasures of her Hair , 'Till thou dost ev'ry Curl unfold , Which cunningly mens Hearts ensnare . Try all thy Skill to break the Net , Till I , like thee , my Freedom get . On a NIGHTINGALE that was drown'd . By the same UPon a Bough hung trembling o're a Spring , Sate Philomel to ease her Grief , and sing , Tuning such various Notes there seem'd to nest A Quire of little Songsters in her Breast : Pleas'd Eccho at the close of every Strain , Return'd the Musick Note for Note again . The jealous Bird who ne're had Rival known , Not thinking the sweet Accents were her own . So fill'd with Emulation grew , that she Express'd her outmost Art and Harmony ; Till , as she eagerly her Conquest try'd , Her shadow in the Stream below she spy'd , Then heard the Waters bubling , but mistook , And thought the Nymphs were laughing in the Brook. With that Conceit she drop'd into the Well , But utter'd these soft Accents as she fell : Not Tereus self e're offer'd such a wrong : Nymphs , take my Life since you despise my Song . Love's new Philosophy . By the same . I. VVHo'ere a Lover is of Art , May come and learn of me A new Philosophy , Such as no Schools did e're impart . Love all my other Notions does controul , And reads these now strange Lectures to my Soul. II. This God who takes delight to lye , The Truth of former days defames , And Aristotle blames , Concluding all by Subtilty ; Whilst with such Art his Syllogisms are made , As Solomon himself could ne're evade . III. So wond'rous is his Craft and Skill , His painted Reasons serve as Darts , To pierce Mens Intellects and Hearts , All Maxims he destroys at Will : Plato he blinded so , he made him think 'T was Water , when he gave him Fire to drink : IV. That Water can extinguish Fire Past Ages did allow , Love contradicts the notion now , And says , it makes his Flames rage higher : Which truth my self have prov'd for many years , Wherein I 've wept whole Deluges of Tears . V. When Soul and Body separate , 'T is said , the Man forthwith must dye ; This Maxim too I must deny , My Soul 's with her who rules my Fate ; Yet still my Organs move , a Proof to give , That Soul and Body can divided live . VI. Remove the Cause , Effects will cease ; This was an Axiom too , Which to my Grief I find untrue . Cynthia robs my Soul of Ease : Yet when this fair Disturber of my Peace Is farthest from me , then my Pains encrease . VII . In Love , Extreams themselves are joyn'd , Joy and Sorrow of my Breast Together stand possest , And vex with Civil VVar my Mind . Thus when I view the Source of all my Wrong , I sigh my Musick , mix with Tears my Song . VIII . VVhilst in this Torment I remain , To be and not to be No longer is a Mystery ; I dye to Joy and live to Pain . Thus , without Paradox , I may be said To be and not to be , alive and dead . IX . Now , go my Song , — yet shun the Eyes Of such as never felt Love's Flame : And if my Cynthia blame Thy Arguments as Sophistries , Tell her , this is Love's new Philosophy , VVhich none can understand but such as try . CYNISCA : OR , The fourteenth Idyllium of Theocritus imitated . By W. Bowles , Fellow of Kings-Coll . Cambr. Thyonicus and Aeschines . OH , how does my dear Eschines ! Oh how ! Some Care , my Friend , sits heavy on thy Brow. Aeschines . Cynisca , Friend , has shown the Fiend confest , And Peace and Joy are banish'd from my Breast . Thyonicus . Hence this wild look , and this distracted Air , Staring your Eyes , your Face o're-grown with Hair ; Just such a rosie Crucian here arriv'd , Some new Enthusiast sure , or Flood reviv'd ; With such a Meen he came , with such a Grace , So long his Beard , so dry , so pale his Face . Aeschines . You , Sir , are merry ; but alas ! I find , No Cure , no Ease , to my distemper'd Mind . I rave , am by a thousand Furies tost , And call in vain my Reason in my Passion lost . Thyonicus . I always knew you jealous and severe ; But does Cynisca's Falshood plain appear ? Aeschines . 'T was my ill fate , or chance , some Friends to treat With richest Wines , the Board was crown'd with choicest Meat ; But fair Cynisca most adorn'd the Feast , In all the Charms of Art and Nature drest . Cynisca all our ravish'd Senses fed , We gaz'd , and we ador'd the lovely Maid : With Wine and Beauty all our Hearts were fir'd , And fair Cynisca still new Joys inspir'd . Now Healths we drank and as the Glasses came , ( Such was the Law ) each did his Mistress name : Charming Cynisca too at last was prest To name the Lover in her favour blest . A VVoman , sure , she hop'd , might be excus'd ! The more they urg'd her , she the more refus'd . Refus'd , Oh Friend , and I her Lover by ! Guess if my Rage , with VVine enflam'd , grew high . Silent she sat , and with her Eyes deny'd ; Lycus is Handsome , Tall , and Young , they cry'd ! When Lycus Name but touch'd her guilty Soul , How down her Cheeks the liquid Globes did roul ! Confus'd her Look , while Shame and Guilt apace Shifted the whole Complexion of her Face . Gods ! with what rage was my rack'd Soul surpriz'd . My Curse , my Ruine , am I then despis'd ? Ingrateful and inhumane Thou ! begone , Go hug the Man whose Absence you bemoan : No more will I , deluded by your Charms , Cherish an absent Mistress in my Arms. Swiftly , as Swallows to their Nest , she fled , When unfletch'd Young lye gaping , and unfed ! Swiftly she fled , with my Embraces cloy'd , Lycus she long had lov'd , and long enjoy'd . A publick Jest , and known to all alass ! ( The Cuckold last perceives his own disgrace ) Yet once a Friend accus'd the guilty Maid , And to my Ears unheard the fatal News convey'd : For I , a much abus'd , deluded Sot , The matter ne're examin'd , or forgot . Now , undisturb'd , unrival'd Lycus reigns , Enjoys his Conquest , and derides my Pains . Two Months are past , since unregarded I In a deserted Bed , and hopeless , lye . Long with the mighty Pain opprest , I strove , But ah ! what Remedy for injur'd-Love ! In vain I struggle with the fierce Disease , The fatal Poison does my Vitals seize . Yet Damon did from Travel find Relief , And Absence soon remov'd the raging Grief . In Fires like mine successless Damon burn'd , Diseas'd he parted , and he sound return'd . I too th' incertain Remedy will try , And to less cruel Seas and Rocks will fly . Thyonicus . For Flanders then , since you 'r resolv'd , prepare , Flanders , the Scene of Glory and of War ! Or , if a better choice and nobler Fire Does greater Arms , and greater thoughts inspire , Hungarian Rebels , and Unchristian Foes , 'T is a vast Field of Honour Friend , oppose . By God-like Poland born , and Lorrain soon The Cross shall triumph o're the waning Moon . There you the cruel ravage may admire , And Austria desolate by Barb'rous fire , May curse the dire Effects of civil Rage ; Oh in what Ills Religion can engage ! There sure with Horror your diverted Mind Some Truce may with this smaller Passion find . Aeschines . Cynisca , oh unkind ! farewel , I go , By thee condemn'd to distant Countries know ; I go , where Honour , and where Dangers call , From a less barb'rous Foe to tempt a nobler Fall. Written May 23. 1684. Sapho's Ode out of Longinus . By the same . I. THE Gods are not more blest than he , Who fixing his glad Eyes on thee , With thy bright Rays his Senses chears , And drinks with ever thirsty ears . The charming Musick of thy Tongue , Does ever hear , and ever long ; That sees with more than humane Grace , Sweet smiles adorn thy Angel Face . II. But when with kinder beams you shine , And so appear much more divine , My feeble sense and dazl'd sight , No more support the glorious light , And the fierce Torrent of Delight . Oh! then I feel my Life decay , My ravish'd Soul then flies away , Then Faintness does my Limbs surprize , And Darkness swims before my Eyes . III. Then my Tongue fails , and from my Brow The liquid drops in silence flow , Then wand'ring Fires run through my Blood , And Cold binds up the stupid Flood , All pale , and breathless then I lye , I sigh , I tremble , and I dye . Ode 13. of the Fourth Book of Horace . I. LYce , the Gods have heard my Pray'r , Lyce the proud , the charming , and the fair , Lyce is old ! tho wanton , still , and gay , You laugh , and sing , and play . Now Beauty fails , with Wine would raise desire , And with your trembling Voice would fan our dying fire . II. In vain ! for Love long since forsook Thy snowy Hair , thy falling Teeth , and withering Look ; He Chia's blooming Face Adorns with ev'ry Grace , Her Wit , her Eyes , her every Glance are darts , That with resistless force invade our Hearts . III. Not all your Art , nor all your dress , ( Tho grown to a ridiculous excess , Tho you by Lovers spoils made fine , In richest Silks , and Jewels shine , And with their borrow'd light Surprize the dazl'd sight ) Can your fled Youth recall , recall one day Which flying Time on his swift wings has born away . IV. Ah! where are all thy Beauties fled , Where all the charms that so adorn'd the tender Maid Ah! where the nameless Graces that were seen In all thy motions , and thy meen ! What now , oh ! what is of that Lyce left , By which I once was of my Sense and of my Soul bereft V. Of her , who with my Cynara strove And shar'd my doubtful Love ! Yet Fate , and the last unrelenting hour Seiz'd her gay Youth , and pluck'd the springing flow'r . But angry Heaven has reserv'd thee That you with rage might see , With rage might see your Beauties fading Glory fly , And your short youth , and tyrannous Pow'r before you dye . VI. That your insulting Lovers might return Pride for your Pride , and with retorted scorn Glut their Revenge , and satiate all their Pain ; With cruel pleasure , and with sharp disdain Might laugh , to see that fire which once so burn'd , Shot such resistless Flames , to Ashes turn'd . The Immortality of Poesie . By Mr. Evelyn . TO ENVY . Ovid. Amor. Lib. 1. Eleg. 15. ENvy , how dar'st thou say that I in vain Have spent my years , or with false Names profane The sacred Product of my fertile Brain ? 'T is true , in th' Art of War I am not skill'd , No Trophies did I e're attempt to build By gaining grinning Honour in the Field . I never try'd to learn the tedious Laws , Or sought in pleading of a desp'rate Cause , To sell my Breath for Int'rest or Applause . Such little things I scorn , I nobly aim At that which may secure a lasting Fame , And through the World immortalize my Name . Old Chaucer shall , for his f●…tious Style , Be read , and prais'd by warlike Britains , while The Sea enriches , and defends their Isle . While the whole Earth resounds Elisa's Fame , Who aw'd the French , and did the Spaniard tame , The English will remember Spencer's Name . While Flatt'rers thrive and Parasites shall dine , While Commonwealths afford a Catiline , Laborious Iohnson shall be thought divine . Thee Shakespear Poets ever shall adore , Whose wealthy Fancy left so vast a store , They still refine thy rough but precious Ore. So long shall Cowley be admir'd above The Croud , as David's troubles pity move , Till Women cease to charm , and Youth to love . VVhile we the Fall of our first Parents grieve , And worship him who did that Fall retreive , Milton shall in majestick Numbers live . Dryden will last as long as Wit and Sense , While Judgment is requir'd to Excellence , While perfect Language charms an Audience . As long as Men are false , and Women vain , While Gold continues to be Vertues bane , In pointed Satyr Wicherly shall reign . When the aspiring Grecian in the East , And haughty Philip is forgot i' th' West , Then Lee and Otways Works shall be supprest . While Fathers are severe , and Servants cheat , Till Bawds and Whores can live without deceit , Sydley , and easie Etheridge shall be great . Stones will consume , Age will on Metals prey , But deathless Verse no time can wear away ; That stands the shock of years without decay . When Kingdoms shall be lost in Sloth & Lust , When Treasures fail , and glorious Arms shall rust , V●…rse only lifts it self above the dust . Come bright Apollo then , let me drink deep Of that blest Spring thou dost for Poets keep , VVhile in ignoble ease the VVorld's asleep . Let wreaths of tender Myrtle crown my head , Let me be still by anxious Lovers read , Envy'd alive , but honour'd when I 'm dead . Till after Death , Desert was never crown'd , VVhen my Ashes are forgotten under ground , Then my best part will be immortal found . Out of Martial . Lib. 8. Epigr. 56. Temporibus nostris Aetas . By the same . ALl other Ages since our Age excels And conqu'ring Rome to so much greatness swells , You wonder what 's become of Maro's Vein , That none write Battels in so high a strain . Had VVit its Patrons Flacus now a days As once it had , more would contend for Praise , Thy Villa would a mighty Genius raise . VVhen Virgil was oppress'd by civil hate , Robb'd of his Flocks , and strip'd of his Estate . In Tyt'rus dress beneath a Beech he sate . VVeeping in shades thus was the Poet found , Till brave M●…cenas rais'd him from the Ground : Knowing that want would greatest Minds betray , He fear'd a Muse so God-like should decay , And drave malicious Poverty away . Freed from the want that now oppresses thee , Thou shalt for ever Prince of Poets be . In all my Pleasures thou a part shalt bear , Thou shalt with me my dear Alexis share . The charming Youth stood by his Master's board , And with his Iv'ry hands black Falern pour'd ; VVith rosie Lips each Cup he first assay'd , Of such a Draught Iove would himself be glad , And for Alexis change his Ganymed . Down go the rude Bucolicks on the Floor , Of Bees , and Harvest , now he writes no more , VVhose humble Muse had fung the Great when poor . Strait he exalts his Voice to Arms , & Kings , The Roman story , and his Hero sings . Mean thoughts upon a narrow Fortune wait , The Fancy is improv'd by an Estate , Favour and Pension make a Laureate . To Mr. &c. By the same . DEar Friend , till now I never knew . A Man enjoy Disease like you , Your P — breaks out in Verse and Prose , And with your Rheums your Fancy slows ; Your Diet-drink for Helicon passes , And Hot-house is to you Parnassus . There , as on Muses sacred Hill , While Cytherean drops distill , To pitch divine you raise your VVit , Upon the Stool triumphant sit , And grow immortal while you — If Mulberry adorn your Fore-head , It makes not you one Grain less florid ; If one Shin-bone you find a Node , You strait break forth in smooth Epode , And ev'ry twitch of limber Hams Produces sharper Epigrams . Now Ovid , Virgil , now you grace With well-match'd Rhimes , and pliant Phrase . Sometimes with Iuvenal you bite , Oftner with Horace you delight : No torment can disturb your Mind , So steady 't is , and so refin'd , That Greece nor Rome could never shew Such Learning , and such Temper too . All their Lycaeums , and their Schools , Their fighting , and their writing Fools , Have left us no such gen'rous Rules , As from you only we may learn , VVho calmly sweat without Concern . You in Love's Bower do possess Unenvy'd , perfect Happiness . Where you your self , your self employ , And in a Tub the World enjoy . These Verses to you , dearest Friend , From silent shady Groves I send , Lest you should think your self forgotten , As the Dead are , because you 'r rotten . Morose . Why should men think me melancholly , Because I sleep , and eat , and walk alone ? My design is to run from the Worlds Folly , To trouble no man with my own , To know Mankind , and be my self unknown . A Fop now plagues me with his dress , Bids me the price of Riband guess , Tells me how much he paid for Point , How oft he in the Glass did look , And what excessive Pains he took To hang ridiculous things on every Joynt . One tells me where he sup'd last night , What Wine he drank , who was i' th' right About the cut of Dice , and who i' th' wrong , Whether the Deux or Quater ran more strong . I am not rid of this Fool long , But another sings me a damn'd empty Song . E're I could well cross the Street , Who the Devil should I meet , But a young Lord out of a Chair ? With Arm in string , and many a Scar. He talks of Duels , tells me who Was only scratch'd , and who run through . Who should I light on next , but one That 's the worst Poet in the Town ? His Pocket's stuff'd with Guins of Rhyme , He tells you to a Hair what time 'T will ask to make a Play , or Prologue , Song , Satyr , Mask , Lampoon , or Collogue . He 'll inform you on his Word , What he had of such a Lord , Of such an Whore , of such a Dutchess , For Bombaste lines , and flatt'ring touches . That a great Person had the Conscience To give him nothing for his Nonsense : What a new Play 's worth , what a vamp'd one ; As God would have it by comes — Out of Horace , Ode 8. L. 1. Lidia dic per omnes , &c. By the same . LIdia , I conjure you say Why haste you so to make away Poor Sybaris with Love ? Why hates he now the open Air ? Why Heat , and Clouds of Dust to bear , Does he no more approve ? Why leaves he off his martial Pride ? Why is he now afraid to ride Upon his Gallick Steed ? Why swims he not the Tyber o're ? Or wrestles as he did before ? Whence do his Fears proceed ? Why boasts he not his Limbs grown black With bearing Arms , or his strong Back With which he threw the Bar ? Is he like Thetis Son conceal'd , And from all manly Sports witheld , To keep him safe from VVar ? The PUNISHMENT . By the same . ON Hebrus Bank as Orpheus sate , Mourning Euridice's hard Fate , The Birds and Beasts did on his Musick wait , And Trees and Stones became compassionate ; Yet he who all things else could move , VVas quite insensible to love . Therefore , ye Gods , ye justly did ordain , That he who Love and Women did despise , To the fair Sex should fall a Sacrifice , And for contempt of Pleasure , suffer Pain . Part of Ajax 's Speech , Ovid Metam . l. 13. By the same . THE Princes sat , whom martial throngs inclose , When Ajax Lord o' th' sevenfold Shield arose . With just disdain , and untam'd Passion swell'd , Sigeum , and the Navy , he beheld . Then lifting up his hands , Oh Iove ! said he , Before this Fleet , can my Right question'd be ? And dares Ulysses too contend with me ? He , who when Hector all our Ships had fir'd , Far from the danger cowardly retir'd , While I alone the hostile Flame sustain'd , And sav'd the burning Navy with this hand . He 'll therefore find it much his safest Course , To trust to Tropes and Figures , not to Force . His Talent lies in Prating , mine in War , And yet you so unequal Judges are , That you prefer his Pedantry , and Art , Before my conqu'ring Arm , and gen'rous Heart . Of my Exploits I nothing need to say , For they were all perform'd in open day , You saw them ; his , if any , were all done By night , told of himself , but seen by none . Out of Sannazar . By the same . NEptune saw Venice on the Adria stand , Firm as a Rock , and all the Sea command . Think'st thou , O Iove ! said he , Rome's Walls excell ? Or that proud Cliff whence false Tarpia fell ? Grant Tyber best , view both , and you will say , That Men did those , Gods these Foundations lay . Remedy of LOVE . By the same . WOuld you be quite cur'd of Love ? From your Mistress's sight remove . To the open Fields repair , Cool'd with Absence , and with Air , You will soon be eas'd of Care. Seek out in another place , Something fit for your embrace , Perhaps in a less charming face You may find a pleasing Grace , Wit , or Motion , Dress , or Art , Thousand things that may divert The torments of your throbbing Heart . If in this no Ease you find , But constant Love still plagues your Mind , To your former flame return , See if still her eyes do burn With equal force , you 'll find perchance , Less warmth in ev'ry amorous Glance ; Seeing oft what we desire Makes us less , and less admire , And will in time put out the fire . Visit her betimes each Morn , Stand by her when she does adorn Her head , perhaps some borrow'd Hair , Some ill-contriv'd , affected snare , Lewd Song on Table found , or Pray'r Nonsensical , may let you see , That what you thought Divinity Is but a piece of Puppetry . If still thy Passion does remain , And unseen charms thy Heart inchain , If she break thy Sleep by night , Fly again the Witches sight , Opium take , that may invite The gentle God to calm thy Soul , Peaceful slumbers Love controul . Have a care of purling Brooks , Of silent Groves , and awful Shade , They but to thy Torment add , Love does there with ease invade ; No Musick hear , no dying Looks Behold , read no romantick Books ; Books and Musick turn the Head , Fools only sing , and Mad-men read : They with false Notions fill the Brain , Are only fit to entertain Women , and Fops that are more vain . Love and Folly still are found In those to make the deepest Wound , Who think their Passions to allay By giving of them leave to sway A while ; but they like Winter Torrents grow , And all our Limits overflow . Never trust thy self alone , Frequent good Company , and Wine , In gen'rous Wines thy Passion drown , That will make thee all divine . Better 't is to drink to Death , Than sigh , and whine away our Breath . In Friends and Bottles we may find More Joys than in all Womankind . A far enjoyment Women pall , Intolerable Plagues they 'r all , Vain , foolish , fond , proud , whimsical , Dissembling , hypocritical . Wines by keeping them improve , And real Friends more firmly love . If one Vintage proves severe , We 're doubly recompenc'd next year . If our dearest Friends we lose , Others may succeed to those . Women only , of all things , Have nothing to asswage their Stings . Curs'd is the man that does pursue The short-liv'd Pleasures of their Charms ; There is no Hell but in their Arms : For ever damned , damning Sex adieu . Written on her MASK . By the same . WEll may'st thou , envious Mask , be proud , That dost such killing Beauties shroud ! Not Phoebus , when behind a Cloud , Of half those Glories robs our Eye , As behind thee concealed lye . I would have kept thee , but I find My fair Elisa so unkind , Thou wilt better Service do To keep her Charms from humane view : For she is so strangely bright , So surprizing , so divine , That I know her very sight Soon will make all Hearts like mine . To Mr. S. G. By the same . FAir Vertue , should I follow thee I should be naked , and alone , For thou art not in Company , And scarce are to be found in one . Thy Rules are too severe , and cold , To be embrac'd by vig'rous Youth , And Fraud and Avarice arm the old Against thy Justice and thy Truth . He who by light of Reason led , Instructs himself in thy rough School , Shall all his life-time beg his Bread , And when he dies be thought a Fool. Though in himself he 's satisfied With a calm Mind , and cheerful Heart , The World will call his Virtue Pride , His holy Life , Design and Art. The Reign of Vice is absolute , While good men vainly strive to rise ; They may declaim , they may dispute , But shall continue poor , and wise . Honours and Wealth were made by Fate To wait on fawning Impudence , To give insipid Coxcombs Weight , And to supply the want of Sense . Mighty Pompey , whose great Soulx Aim'd at the Liberty of Rome , In vain did Caesar's Arms controul , And at Pharselia was o'recome . His Vertue constant in distress In Ptolomy no pity bred , Who barely guided by Success , Secur'd his Peace with his Friends head : Brutus , whom the Gods ordain'd To do what Pompey would have done , The gen'rous motion entertain'd , And stab'd the Tyrant on his Throne . This god-like Brutus whose Delight Was Vertue which he had ador'd , Haunted by Spectres over night , Fell the next day on his own Sword. If when his hope of Vict'ry lost , This Noble Roman could exclaim , Oh Vertue ! whom I courted most , I find she 's but an empty Name : In a degen'rate Age like this , We wish more reason may conclude , That Fortune will attend on Vice , And Misery on those who dare be good . A Gentleman going to his Country Farm , which he had not seen for some time before , at the Request of a Fair Lady writes these Verses . Amyntas . TEll me Damon , lovely Swain , Prince of all our youthful Train , Why such a mighty Stranger grown To all our Pleasures , and your own ? What Passion draws your Thoughts away From all that 's lively , brisk , and gay ? Why now no more upon the Plain Where you so well , so long did reign ; Where all our Youths and Nymphs appear , So kind , so innocent , and fair . Damon . My Phillis is not there . Amyntas . There 's Daphne , Cloe , Lidia , Is she more fair , more sweet than they ? Damon . Yes , she than Daphne lovelier seems , Softer than Cloe's gentle'st Dreams ; And with more artless Modesty Than Lydia , all these Charms does try : Such Charms could only Venus show ; To Paris , one Mount Ida's Brow ; When she with all her Graces strove To prove her self the Queen of Love ; And did with Beauties more divine , Two Rival Goddesses out-shine . Such Venus , such does Phillis prove , Phyllis , the Queen of Me , and Love. Amyntas . Unhappy Damon ! then I find You have your Liberty resign'd , And only can the Honour have To be a tame and gentle Slave , And a good-natur'd Prisoner , To one as cruel as she 's fair . Damon . Amyntas no , I 'm now set free From the uneasiest Flavery . For while my Heart at large did range , It only did its Keeper change ; To ev'ry she an easie prey , From whence it quickly fled away ; Or got its freedom on Parole , To yield it self with less controul . But now 't is safe with Phillis laid , A Prisoner in a Palace made : ( Strange Fate of Lovers , who can be Freed only by Captivity ) Phillis , who does like Caesar fight , Sees and subdues us with her sight ; And like that mighty Conquerour , Is pleased her Captives to prefer . Nor is her Cruelty so great , To wound and kill without Regret . Fair as the Virgin-spring , and gay , Cheerful as the dawning day ; Yet kind as fruitful Summer she , Or Autumn's Liberality ; Only the modest damn'd Pretence Of Maiden-head and Innocence . Amyntas . Then happy Damon now I find , Since you so constant , she so kind , Let Cupid doubly gild that Dart With which he wounds her tender heart . Damon . See my Amyntas , 't is for her That of these Flocks I take such care : For her alone 't is that I bind , About this Elm this amorous Vine ; May thus my Phillis round me twine . For her I dig , and plough , and sow , Things she and I , methinks , should do . For her I graft this Plumb , and Pear , As these , so may my Phillis bear . These Peaches I innoculate , And wish but one thing more of Fate . Thus all my Thoughts does but improve The World's great Manufacture , Love. Whether in Love , Men or Women have the Advantage ; they in making , or these in receiving , their Court : Consider'd in a Dialogue betwixt Corinna and Lais. Written by Mr. C. M. Lais. NAy , surely Men in Love have much the start , Theirs is the pleasanter and braver part ; We ( Passive Creatures ) must a Siege maintain , Which won , the Victors as o're Vassals reign . Where e're their Appetite does lead they rove , Stop where they like , when Nature prompts make Love. With boundless Will , and Fancy unconfin'd , Sail through the Air , and wanton in the Wind , Until they spy some beauteous , tempting Dame , Then , with full Sails , pursue the noble Game , Bristle each Feather , all their Wings display , And gripe in eager Arms the panting Prey . When they are cloy'd , they mount , they soar , are gone , And leave the injur'd slighted Maid to moan , If any dazling Beauty fires the Town , Each Spark can try to make the Prize his own . No musty Customs his Delight controuls , To her , with Lacques clog'd , the Chariot rolls . We by dull Rules ( contriv'd by men ) confin'd , Must not pursue our Fancy , please our Mind , But modest and demure , receive at home The formal Visitants that dain to come : And all our Happiness dependeth still , Not on our own but on anothers Will. Corinna . I grant Men under less constraint than We , But 't is constraint from Cares and Misery : For , the exercise of this their boasted Power Plunges in Woes , we never feel each hour . When before any stubborn Town they sit , If them the haughty Dame will not admit ; What Tortures they endure , what lively pain Afflicts their Soul , and racks each trembling vein ! The Pangs of Love are of so quick a sense As scarce the ensuing Joy can recompence . But we by happier Fate ne're suffer these , Embracing the Proposals if they please . It is not always in their power to win , But always is in ours to let them in ; We either love not , or our Love obtains , Enjoy the sweet of it , without the Pains . Lais. Alas ! they often mock with feign'd desire , And warm the innocent Maid with painted sire . And when the blushing flag does shew she 's won , Their work that only came to abuse , is done . The ill-natured Creatures leave the melting fair , To pine , and sigh her spotless Soul to Air. They , pleas'd ( like Nero ) see the Beauteous Rome In Flames their cruel hands did light , consume . Corinna . We practice this under a different Name , In us 't is Honour , but in them a Shame . With false enticing Looks we gild the Bait , And having caught them , scorn , triumph , & hate ; Ensnare to shew what powerful Charms we bear , Then slight , and damn them to a wild despair . And who the grateful Pleasure can despise , Of seeing humble Slaves in modest Guise And awful trembling to approach our Eyes ; And by adoring make us Deities . Catch at each Glance , and hang on ev'ry Look As if from us their Destiny they took . Rate ev'ry Smile above a Monarch's Crown , And dread ours more than angry Heavens frown . Lais. But add to these , the anguish of our mind , When forc'd to be to the dear Man unkind . When Parents envious Precepts do oblige , Against our Will , to hold out ten years Siege : Till all their dull Formalities are past , To yield on tedious Articles at last . To force our Nature , and belye our Heart , Stifle the raging ●…lame , and hide our smart , Not daring what we most desire to own , Constrain'd on him , we languish for , to srown . This , this is the Extremity of Pain , To suffer without power to complain . In Love ( as in the State ) they only feel The Rack , who dare not their hid thoughts reveal . Corinna . Why should we thus against our Nature fight , And vex our selves with this false Parthian flight ? Let us no more to Forms and Shadows strike , If we the generous Assailant like , Admit him ; ne're disturb our selves to feign , Nor make him waste his Vigour , to obtain . Lais. So things would run too fast ; the Game of Love Does grateful with this Disadvantage prove : 'T is such bewitching sport , so draws us in , As 't is ; what would it be if all should win ? Did we not stop it thus , and make it keep Within due bounds , the Play would be too deep And all our Stock and Fortune lost too soon , Methinks , as 't is , the stakes are quickly gone . Corinna . 'T is best then , things continue as they are ; Reformers sometimes mend , but oftner mar . On the Lords rejecting the Bill of Exclusion , November the 15th . 1680. GOds ! this is great ! These , these are they Who truly , thus , their noble Blood display ; And by the Soul which they this day have shewn , Make all the Glories of their Line their own . These are Old Eng●…ana's Peers ! Hearts that despise To be o re-aw'd by Number and by Noise ; No , they 're too Brave , too Loyal , and too Wise. Beauchamp and Howard's Courage , Cecil's Brain , The Faith of Vere , still in the House remain : Nor on the Churches Seats do less appear , Grave Morton's Piety , and Prudence here . Such the lay-hands that dare support a Crown , And such the Conscience of the sacred Gown . Thus did their mighty Ancestors combine When force misplac'd the Crown from the right line . Thus they stood fast to Truth , and never fail'd , Till the unblemish'd Rose of York prevail'd . And must again that sad Dispute appear ? No , we are much too young for Plato's year . Our Renown'd Peerage will not have it so ; The Demi-Gods and Heroes thunder , No. What remote noise is this ? Hark how it grows ! Nearer and louder now the Torrent flows . All Europe shouts aloud : Spring-Tides of Joy Salute the Brittish Isle , hark how they cry ! " Fame now is yours , more from one Law refus'd " Than half the numerous Laws you ever us'd . ELEGY , On the Death of Christopher Sherard , Esq Son and Heir Apparent to the Right Honourable Bennet Lord Sherrard , who died in the Sixteenth Year of his Age , Febr. 19. 1681. AND is he dead ? Is he already dead ? Ah , too surprizing News , sudden as sad ! When hopeful Vertue does abortive fall , We weep our own , and not his Funeral : The loss is ours , and all the Tears we shed Are more for them that live , than for the dead . Let it not then be said , untimely Fate Robb'd him of Honour , Title , or Estate , Or ( what is more to Youth than all beside ) Of an adored Beauty for his Bride . Such Blessings waited him , not few nor small , Yet our loss we may truly greater call ; For we are robb'd of him that 's more than all . Insolvent Fortune ! let us count our Woe ; Bankrupt of much which time will ever owe. A steady Friendship , Modesty above The Age we live in , A true English Love , A generous Heart , with an Address compleat , Great in his Lineage , yet more good than great : And above all ( as the most sacred thing ) A Soul devoted to his God and King. This Treasure had been ours had Fate delay'd , 'T was promis'd all , and had been surely paid . But he is gone , untimely ravish'd hence In the prime Bloom of Youth and Innocence ! He dy'd a Virgin , free from modern Crimes , Clear and unfully'd in licentious Times . Bring Flow'rs , ye spotless Maids , and strew 'em here , Strew all the Beauties of the blooming Year : Hither your Roses , mix'd with Lillies , bring , And on his Grave six an eternal Spring ; Which water'd with your Tears , may be encreast To a Perfume beyond the Phoenix Nest : Yet all those Odours far less sweet will be To us , than his own Name and Memory . Farewel , Dear Youth ! had you this Age surviv'd , And to the years of our first Parents liv'd , Yet when at last your thread of Life had fail'd , You might have died more known , not more bewail'd . Thus young Marcellus fell , Rome's darling Name , Ever lamented and belov'd by Fame : And thus ( Ah , Simile too like ! ) thus died Henry , Britannia's equal Hope and Pride . On the Romantick Office of Credit , proposed by Dr. C. and his Partners , An. Dom. 1682. TEll me , some Antiquary , who has heard How mankind liv'd e're Saturn wore a beard ; Tell me , some grave Philosopher , whose sense Knows more of things than their bare rate in Pence ; In the World 's innocent Infancy what Trade Among its first Inhabitants was made ? Was it not then , by the first trading Charter , That all Commerce was but Exchange & Barter ? No Bankrupts then , none then for Trust did pray , When the same thing serv'd both for Sale and Pay. He who had something , in effect had all , The Credit-Office then was general . Honey for Wool , and Sheep for Camels went ; All Payments true , all taken on content . Love was the price of Beauty then , not Gold ; And Friendship was for Friendship only sold. Nothing of Fraud or Counterfeit was shewn : This was the Golden Age , e're Gold was known . But when from Earth the shining Metal came , And all Mankind throng'd to adore its Flame ; Integrity was lost among the Crowd , And Fraud , as mystery of Trade , allow'd . With Money , which has dazl'd humane Eyes , Came the Defects and Cheats of Merchandize . Renown'd be then that Man , that wise P●…ysician , Who cures our Trade in this decay'd Condition . Ever Renown'd be he , whose happy Brain Can , without Money , shew a way to gain . Alas ! our Trade he may perhaps reduce , And cure Commerce to its first genuine use ; But Love , with Gold , is so allay'd and base , He ne're can purge from that this new Disgrace , 'Till Plato's year turns back the World's first face . Occasioned by a Sight of his Majesty , walking near the River , in the time of the Oxford-Parliament . I. WHen on his Banks Majestick Pan h'espy'd , Old Isis stop'd the willing Tide ; See there , blest Waters , see ( he cry'd ) My happy Arms contain Their Great-Good-Master once again ! Such was the youthful Vigour which he wore When once my Royal Charge before : Go on , blest Prince ! the power of years defie ; — And could no more , but wept a while for Joy. II. Flow on , at last he said , lov'd Waters , flow , Tell it o're all the Plains below In joyful Murmurs as you go . Bid the sad Swains no more The Dangers of their Flocks deplore : They idly form imaginary Fears , Indulging Dreams of Wolves and Bears . Tell 'em , while they His sacred Rest annoy , Th' abuse that Safety which they ought t' enjoy . To CAELIA . I. CAelia , tho your conqu'ring Eyes ( Were you inclin'd to tyrannize , ) Might more enlarge your Sway , Yet we , that Humour and free Wit , Which you make use of , and admit , More cheerfully obey . II. So some with Fire and Sword consume , And spoil the Countries where they come , A dreadful Name t' obtain ; But they who gentler Methods use , Who strive by Parle to reduce , The surer Conquest gain . To a Gentleman , his Friend , who could decypher any Character . I. HEnceforth ( Brave Souls ! ) you who would fain repair The loss we for proud Babel feel . Your boundless Wit and Iudgment henceforth spare , Some other Mysteries to reveal : An Universal Character were needless now , What this my Friend has found , will all the Bus'ness do . II. With a malicious Subtlety confound The awkward Hebrew with the Greek , Scarce wilder Characters than those abound In th' extravagant Arabick ; His wondrous Skill , by Demonstration , will decide , Within , what lovely Face those Grotesque Visards hide . III. Let Egypt's Priests their Moral Sense convey In some Hieroglyphick Dress , Here write a Dove , an Eagle there let fly , ( Dumb Creatures ! sure they 'll not confess ; ) He by the Posture , and the Flight , can quickly tell ( Strange Augury ! ) what sage remarks within them dwell . IV. Highly those Persons were esteem'd of old , Who an odd Oracle disclos'd , Or the Equivocations could unfold The Quibbling God of Wit propos'd ; Their God of Wit , himself could not have made reply , Had they propos'd to him this mighty Mystery . V. The Indians , who confounded once stood by , And cry'd it was by Magick done , When from his Letter they saw one descry His distant Friends Intention ; Could they see this perform'd , they might with reason call , My Friend , thy harmless Magick , supernatural . VI. Could ( as they say ) the Sympathetick Stile , Swift as the Light that gilds the Day , In the same Instant many a thousand Mile Our Will to absent Friends convey ; Trust me , you 'd know its Errand , or not let it pass , As Men the Light it self confine to th' Burning-glass . BUSINESS . I. BUsiness ! Awake it poisons all my Ioys , Asleep all pleasant Dreams destroys ; Where're I go , or whatsoe're I do , Curst thing ! it does in dreadful Shapes pursue . All Med cine here would useless be , No Counter-charm can give me ease , No Amulet can me release From this Damn'd Hag that rides and tortures me . II. I joyn'd with Wits , proclaiming Open War 'Gainst Bus'ness and distracting Care ; Their Wine ( said I ) their Wit and Iollity , Will quite supplant my cruel Enemy : In vain I used those Allies Their Wine and Wit improv'd my Thought , My cruel Fancy soon was taught , Ah me ! exquisite Torments to devise . III. Shall I in close Retirement drive away With Books the Troubles of the Day ? There I may hug my self , and safely hear Those Storms abroad where others Shipwrackt are : Ambition will an Entrance find ; Tho from without no Storms surprise , And shake the Learned and the Wise , Within , that Vapour often shakes their Mind : IV. Shall I then try the happy Shepherd's Life ? He knows not Bus'ness , Care , or Strife ; Few Troubles , and short-liv'd , afflict his Mind , So seldom 't is his Cloris proves unkind ! I heard one cry but yesterday , Wringing his hands , Undone , Undone ! But , oh , the Cause of this great moan ! The French had taken What shall 's call 't , they say . V. Bus'ness ! to fly thee I would wildly roam Where only the wild Herd does come , Unthinking Beasts ! — Yet 't were in vain , I fear , ( Who would have thought the Shepherd other were ? ) For I should soon beneath me see The Busie Insects laden move , And Careful Architects above , Some building , some surveying ev'ry Tree . VI. 'T is true I might in this forlorn Retreat Like those of old , the Acorns eat : But , oh ! I ne're should see those Golden days , When free from Care , like Gods , Men liv'd in ease ! For while I laid me on the ground , And only meant to rest , my Ear Would distant noise of Bus'ness hear , And with Advantage catch the killing sound ! Hor. Ode 13. Lib. 4. In Lycen Mereticem Vetulam . Audivêre , Lyce , Dii — Translated . I. THen Heaven has heard my Prayers , at last My Prayers are heard , and , Lyce , know Lyce , your barb'rous Reign is past , Time writes Old Lady on your Brow ; Yet still y'affect your wanton Play , Still paint and patch , and would seem gay , Drink lewdly still , and with an awkward Voice Court Love , that hears unmov'd the tuneless noise . II. Love better pleas'd on Chia's Face , Where still fresh blooming Glories spring , Whose charming Tongue hits ev'ry Grace , Revels whole Nights to hear her sing ; But from thy fading form he flies , ( Which , like old Trees , sharp Winter dries , ) Thy rotten Teeth , thy frightful wither'd Brow , Nor trusts his Fire too near thy Hoary Snow . III. In vain rich Silks are dawb'd with Gold , Iewels assist thy Eyes in vain , When New-years-day locks up the Old No helps of Art releas't again . Where are thy Charms , thy White and Red , Thy lovely Mien ? Ah! whither fled ? What poor Remains are left of that bright she That was all Love , that of my self robb'd me ! IV. Next Cinara's peerless Face and mine None could boast such winning ways , But Fate , to her severely kind , To short-liv'd Beauty match'd her Days ! And endless Lyce justly spares Beyond the Ravens hundred Years ; While all the Fops that once ador'd her Flame , Laugh at her Snuff , and triumph in her Shame . On a Fair Lady singing . WHen Isis Murmurs first did reach my ear , I nothing but its hasty flight did fear ; Whilst list'ning to the Syrene Streams I lay , My Life , like them , did gently glide away . But when th' inspiring Notes from Caelia came , They kindled in me such a mighty Flame , As did my vital heat put out , so strong , It s very name would almost burn the Tongue . I thought I could , Camelion-like , have liv'd , On such sweet Air , ah me ! I dye deceiv'd , And cheated of my Life ; who 'd think t' have found Death in her Voice , in such a balsam VVound ? Thus the vig'rous heat that Phoebus meant should warm His Votaries , turns too often to their harm . What various methods Fate 's decrees fullfil ! Where is not Death if gentle Caelia kill ? The Recantation not accepted . WHen long I 'd been with dreadful Ills opprest , And still my Murdress would deny me rest , VVhen Friends in vain had try'd their Remedies , And neither Art nor Nature gave me ease ; I thought , I 'm sure I wish'd , my end drew nigh , And tho I could not live in Love , yet I Firmly resolv'd in Charity to dye : And thus bespake the angry Deity . Love , I forgive thee , thou hast been but just , Since thou wilt have me dye , I will and must . I do confess I have deserv'd that smart , And restless pain , which preys upon my heart , And now to thee for cruel Mercy come , Dispatch , and quickly execute my doom . For what I 've said , unfeignedly I grieve , Have pity then , condemn me not to live . The angry God heard this , and strait reply'd , Fond wretch ! how oft did'st thou my power deride , Tho both by Verse and Temper too enclin'd To pay an Homage to all Womankind ? My best-wrought Plots thou could'st with ease undo , And thought'st thy self the greater God o'th'two ; Some easie Fools deluded then by thee , Spurn'd at my Throne , my Laws , and Majesty . Thou shalt the guilt of their Offences bear , And she ( because I 'll force thee to despair ) Shall all her Sexes brightest Glories wear . Thou still shalt love , but she make no return , Such Hereticks as thou should always burn . Catull. ad Lesbiam 5. LEt 's live , my Lesbia , whilst we may , And without Love beguile the day ; Old Cynicks Censures let 's despise , Whom none , besides themselves , think wise ▪ The same Sun sets and rises , true , But 'twont be so with me and you ; For when our Light is once withdrawn , Ne're hope to see another dawn . A thousand Kisses I would have , And next , my Dear , a hundred crave , And then another thousand , thou Another hundred must allow , A thousand add , a hundred more , ( I would not be in Kisses poor . ) When this w'have done , we 'll mix them so , That we our selves shall never know What we to one another owe. There is no fear of any charm , The number will defend from harm . On Caelia's Sickness . FOrgive me Heaven , if I now accuse You of Injustice , since you thus abuse That Goodness which deserves much more Than you can spare out of your wealthy Store . If ( what I dread to ask ) my Crimes alone Procur'd those Evils she hath undergone , And you to make me feel the greater smart , Would wound me in this best , this tender'st part , Chastise me rather in my self , than her , Whose Life I much above my own prefer . The Pain may discompose her Mind , but I Will gladly bear it , so you 'll pass her by . On me inflict whatever can be due , For I indeed have injur'd her and you . I 'm soon dispatch'd , if you 'll but carry on That Work , which she already hath begun . But now I think on 't , both of us are free From future strokes ; she by Divinity , And I by Fate secur'd , for I am dead , My Soul long since to her , my Heaven , fled . A SONG . I. THE God-like she shall still possess My Soul , tho I in vain Implore her help in my distress , Yet I 'll enjoy my Pain . In humble Accents I 'll adore The Beauty I admire , Tho I can never hope for more , Who would not so expire ? II. Who strait gives o're when he is cross'd , Deserves no Mercy sure , But he , whose Love does then shine most , When he despairs of Cure : From Lust , or baser Int'rest , may Such hasty Flashes rise , But he who truly doth obey Rejoyces when he dies . III. Whilst angry Death doth for him wait , And sees his Bravery , The Flames that threaten him with Fate Do tremble more than he . Spectators , when they see him faint , His loudest Praises sing , So , of the Martyr make a Saint , And fall to worshipping . LIFE . 'T IS but a little space we have , Betwixt the Cradle and the Grave ; Yet are our Cares and Evils such , That ev'n that little is too much . Here 's nothing real , we may seem To live , but then that Life 's a dream . We talk as if we something were , And whilst we talk we disappear . 'T is an ill Omen thought by some , If when into the World we come , We fall not headlong from the Womb. And 't is not likely what 's begun With rashness , should be carried on Without Precipitation . For one , we say is dead , we grieve , Yet know not what it is to live : We think that by our Sighs we shew The Love which we to him did owe , And kindly wish him to remove From his most bless'd Abode above . Then , that we may preserve his Fame , With Praises we embalm his Name . The Tomb stone carries on the Cheat , And falsly says , Here lies the Great ; When sordid Dust is there alone , The Soul 's to a strange somewhere gone . It sees , and wonders why we thus Bemoan his Loss who pities us . To a much-admired Lady . Madam , I See my Error plainly now , for I , Fool that I was ! thought you at last must dye . To leave this busie World behind is Death , But that I 've found will vanish with your breath ; Or should some few , by mighty chance survive , I think 't would scarce be worth their while to live , Vertue I 'm sure would not be understood , Nor could men know what 't would be to be good . Tho now they may to some Perfection grow , Yet when you 're dead , what can Example do ? Your present Influence I alone can prove , Wit , Beauty , Goodness , 'cause they 're yours , I love . To a very accomplished Lady . Madam , WHen your transcendent worth I would commend , Methinks the feeble Praise I upwards send , Like panting Mists , beneath a Hill , doth rise , 'T is wing'd with Zeal , yet whilst aspiring , dies ; It strives to reach your worth , but your great height Doth baffle all its best endeavours strait . Yet my fond Muse resolves her Strength to try , Altho she 's sure in the Attempt to dye . And now she hath thus rashly ventur'd in , She knows not how , or where , she should begin , Is doubtful which should have the foremost place , The native smoothness of your Speech , or ●…ace ; The silent lines that on your Cheeks do grow , Or those which in soft pleasing Accents flow ; These must to one another yield , for we In both discern the self same Harmony . Your well-fram'd Body seems to her so fine , She thinks your glorious Soul doth thro' it shine , Doubts which o' th' two she highest ought to set , The precious Jewel , or the Cabinet . When she your unstain'd whiteness views , from thence She firmly gathers inward Innocence . She doth through Smiles your Patience clearly spy , And reads your Wisdom in your searching eye ; Knows how all Vertues by your Looks are dress'd , Or in resembling Characters express'd . But stay a while , yet hold unhappy Muse , And see whom thou thus humbly do'st abuse : I 'm sure thou dost unpard'nably offend , And needs must come to an untimely end , Unless her Mercy do all those transcend . To the same , immoderately mourning the Death of a Relation . IN vain you keep your Sorrow fresh with Tears , In vain renew your Trouble and our Fears . For Heaven's sake leave , your Love no more commend , By making Grief so long out-live your Friend . Whilst thus with hideous groans and doleful cries You wound the yielding Air , with Tears your eyes ; You must what she to Nature ow'd , forget , Or else repine she dy'd no more in Debt . When she in Baptism her first Vow did make , She promis'd by her Sureties to forsake The World , and all its Pomp ; and can you now Grieve she is dead , who only keeps her Vow ? When searching Fate shall its Advantage find , And most compendiously destroy Mankind , In you alone , Mirth then will Scandal grow , And all men mourn , or feign that they do so . Should each of those shed but one single Tear , To whom you 're known , that is , to whom you 're dear , The World would in an instant cover'd be With Waters , once more perish in a Sea. Think then what fears already fill the Breast Of some , what haste you make to kill the rest . Secret Grief . I. FArewel , fond Pleasures , I disdain Your Nets of Roses , loose my Chain , And set my fetter'd Powers free ( For you and I shall ne're agree ) Tempt me no more , 't is all in vain . II. The easie World with Charms assail , Of Triumphs there you cannot fail , On those to whom the Cheat's unknown You will infallibly prevail . But let my Solitude and me alone . III. Let the sad Cypress crown my Head , The deadly Poppy on my Temples shed , Through all my Veins its Juyce bespread . Could I retrieve my former years , I 'd live them o're again in Tears . IV. In secret I 'll enjoy my Grief , Not tell the Cause , nor ask relief . Though ne're so high the Streams should grow , Yet 't is not fit the World should know The Spring from whence my Sorrows flow . Mart. L. 1. Ep 58. WOuld Flaccus know , if I would change my Life , What kind of Girl I 'd chuse to make my Wife , I wou'd not have her be so fond to say Yes , at first dash , nor dwell too long on Nay . These two Extreams I hate , then let her be 'Twixt both , not too hard-hearted , nor too free The GRACES , or Hieron Theocriti Idyll . 16. Translated by Sir Edward Sherborn , above forty years ago . THE Muses , and the Muse inspired Crew , This always , as their best-lov'd Theam , pursue The Honour of immortal Gods to raise , And crown the Actions of Good Men with Praise . For Deities the Muses are , and use ( As such ) to give to Deities their Dues . We Poets are but Mortals , sing we then The Deeds of god-like , tho but mortal men . None kindly yet our Graces entertain , But send them unrewarded back again . This made the Girls , when bare-foot they came home . Chide me , for idly sending them to roam On sleeveless Errands : wearied here to stay , They sigh their melancholy Souls away . They loath their sordid Lodging , fume and fret 'Cause for their Labours they can nothing get . For where 's the generous Mortal now a-days That loves to hear a Poet 's well-tun'd Lays ? To find one such I know not ; some , 't is true , Love te be prais'd ; none a good Deed will do . They value not their Honours , as of old , But are meer Slaves to Avarice and Gold. Just or unjust , all Practices they try For heaps of Treasure , but will rather dye Than part with the bare Scrapings of its Rust , To satisfie a needy Poet's Gust . If any chance a Boon of them to beg , They cry , My Knee is nearer than my Leg. Of what is mine , my self alone shall share , 〈◊〉 their own Poets let the Gods take care . Who to another's Pray'r now lends an Ear ? Not one . This Truth Homer to all makes clear ; The best of Poets ! tho the best he be , He gets not yet one single Cross from me . Mad men ! what 's Wealth , if still the hoarded Gold From others under Lock and Key you hold ? None wise thinks this is the true use of it , Some part for proper Interest we should fit , And some apply to the Support of Wit : Some to our near Allies we should allow , To Strangers some , some to the Gods should vow , Set some for Hospitality a-part , To treat our Friends with open hand and heart : But chiefly to maintain the Muses Quire ; That when to the old Grave thou shalt retire , Thou may'st among the living gain Renown ; Nor mourn inglorious near sad Acheron , As some poor Ditcher with hard brawny hand , That cannot heavy Poverty withstand . The great Antiochus in plenteous measure Supply'd his Subjects Wants from his own Treasure , So King Alevas ; many sat Droves went Into his Stalls , and from his Stalls were sent . Insinite Flocks large Pastures did afford To furnish Crion's hospitable Board . No Pleasure yet from all this Princely store Could they receive , were their Souls wasted o're In Charon's Boat to the dark Stygian Shore . But in obscure Oblivion they would lye , Depriv'd of all their Superfluity , 'Mongst wretched Souls whom no Time can , nor Age From their sad Miseries e're disengage , If the great Ceian Poet had not been , And with his Praises made them live again . Ev●… the swift Coursers at th' Olympick Game Are registred in the Records of Fame . Who of the Lycian Princes e're had heard ? Of Cyrnus with his flaxen Hair and Beard , Or Prim's Sons ? forgot they had been long , Their Wars , and Battels , had not Poets sung . Ulisses , who full six score Months was tost , And Time and Wealth 'mongst several Nations lost ; Who went to Hell alive , and by a slight From the fierce Cyclops Cave , made his safe flight , Had never been remembred but for us , Nor poor Eumaeus or Philaetius His Shepheard , and his Herdsman . Who had known That to great Sould Laertes he was Son ? Had not the Ionian Bard his Acts and Name Inroll'd in the eternal Book of Fame . Glory on men is by the Muses spread , The living waste the Treasure of the dead : But easier 't is for me to reckon o're The Waves which the Wind drives against the Shore , Or wash a Blackmoor white , than e're perswade To good , a Slave to Avarice once made . Then farewel such vile Scoundrels ! let them lye Obscur'd in base Illiberality : Doating upon their vast , and ill-got store , Still vex'd with restless care of getting more . A good man's Love to me 's a greater Grace Than many Mules or Horses for the Race . Yet willingly a man I 'd seek , would make Me , and the Muses welcome for my sake : But those sweet Singers , without Iove's Advice , Will find the way too difficult and nice . Yet has not Heaven left off to turn its Sphears , Or ceas'd to measure time by Months and Years ; And happily there will a Man arise May need our Verse , nor will our Songs despise ; One , that in Actions greater may engage Than Ajax did , or stout Achilles wage In Simois Fields ; within whose Plains extent Of Phrygian Ilus stands the Monument . And now a Punick Race , near the Sun 's set From Libia's Confines Wars dire horrors threat . Now Syracusians their short Iavelins try , And Wicker Targets to their Arms apply . And 'mongst them , Hieron , equal to the best Of ancient Hero's , stands in Armour drest , A Horseman shadowing o're his glittering Crest . Oh mighty Iove ! Father of Gods ! Heav'ns King ! And thou who from his midwiv'd Brain did'st spring Honour●…d Minerva ! and thou Proserpine ! With Mother Ceres ! under whose divine Protection still the mighty City stands , First rais'd by wealthy Ephyrean hands , Near Lysimelia's Lake , dread Pow'rs ! expell Sicilia's Foes : That they return'd may tell Their Wives and Children how their slain friends fell ; And let the Towns by hostile Arms destroy'd , By former Dwellers now be re-enjoy'd ; That they may dress their fertile Fields and breed Numberless bleating Flocks therein to feed . Let their horn'd Heards , call'd home at night from grass , Urge lazy Travellers to mend their pace . Let now the fallowed Fields be sown again , And freshly flourish with fair Crops of Grain , Whilst labouring Mowers the rich Meadows share , Shrubs ecchoing with the shrill-voic'd Grashopper . Let ev'n the Name of War in all mouths cease , Be no Arts cherish'd but the Arts of Peace : Let Spiders rusty Arms in Cobwebs dress , Let Poets Hieron's glorious Acts rehearse , And spread his Fame throughout the Universe ; 'Mongst whom I 'll sing for one ; tho I not reach So high as some whom Iove's fair Daughters Who love Sicilian Arethusa's Name teach ; To chant , and Hieron's valiant Acts proclaim . Anacreon's Odes paraphras'd . AGE . Od. 47. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. I Like the Youth that does improve His Blood with Wine , his Heat with Love : I like the Man that Age beguiles , And owes his Wrinkles to his Smiles ; That his dry'd Veins with Grapes repairs , And gilds with Oyl his whit'ned Hairs . That keeps dark sullen Care his Slave , And dances down into the Grave . He , though his Head in Snow be drest , Fresh , flow'ry Youth keeps in his Breast . Fresh Youth he keeps , and sweetest Fire , Life's heat maintaining by desire . So Aetna's Head is silver'd o're with Snow , But Flowers smile , and Flames break forth below . AGE . Od. 34. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. THo in pale Whites my Face appear , Tho thine the fairest Flowers wear , Tho Winter here , there Summer grow , Fly not , thy Fire will melt my Snow . From my warm Snow no more retreat , The Sun , when whitest , darts most heat . My paler Locks commend with thine , And with thy Gold my Silver twine . See how the Lillies white as me , See how the Roses red as thee , Married in this Garland twine , And growing Snow and Blood combine ! Such should our mix'd Embraces be , Chequ'ring Anacreon with thee . DRINKING . Od. 25. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , &c. FIll up the Glass , when I drink deep My drowned Cares , before me , sleep . I 'll know no Cares , nor Grief , nor Tears , Sweet Oyls shall swim above salt Tears . Since I must dye , come , let me live , Garlands and Wine the Victim give . Garlands , which , like me , must wither , Then let 's smile , then fade together . Wine , that 's mortal as I , But let it not before me dye . Fill up the Glass ; while Care 's asleep I 'll drink it , as my cold Grave , deep . THE FIRST ELEGY OF Ovid's Amorum . Translated into ENGLISH By Mr. Ballow , Fellow of Kings Colledge in CAMBRIDGE . TO sing of Mars and his Heroic Trains My Muse began , and in becoming strains , With equal pace the numbers took their way Slow , but Majestic , grave without delay . While Cupid at the fond endeavour smil'd , And of a Foot the later Verse beguil'd . Ambitious Boy ( said I ) t' usurp a power , O'er Poetry the Muses only Dower . As well may Venus claim the right of Arms , Pallace preside o'er Love and Beauty's Charms . Ceres for Woods forgo the fertile Field , Woods with Diana to the Fields may yield . Mars with Apollo change his deadly Spear , For the soft Musick of his warbling Lyre . Too great a Rule already you possess , Nor does your wild Ambition Covet less . Or is your Lawful Empire unconfin'd , And by a right to all , our Temple joyn'd ? Scarce now Apollo is your Harp secure , O'er mine already he has stoln a power . When great Heroic Notes my Strings would play , He strikes ; the Strings to softer Notes give way . Tyrant ! to force me thus to sing of Love , Which my unskilfull Breast did never prove . No tender Maid affords to me blest joys , Nor gentle Youth my softer hours employs . He heard , and from his sounding Quiver drew An Arrow , to the fatal purpose true : Fly thou t' his idle heart ( said he , ) and find A subject fit ●…'imploy his wounded mind . Wretch that I was ! to tempt that Archers skill ; Ah now what Tyranny of Love I feel ! Farewell all Warlike numbers , warlike things , Love tunes my heart to my enervate strings . With Myrtle Crown'd , my Muse , on measures move Soft and uneven , fit for gentle Love. ELEGY II. WHat 's this that thus of Sleep bereaves my night ? The Cloaths upon my Bed uneasie sit , Unwonted hardness does my pillow seize And to my tossing head affords no ease . Am I to Love insensibly betray'd , Which has this sudden alteration made ? 'T is Love I see by cunning treach'rous art Has shot his secret Arrows to my heart . And must I yield , or striving feed the Flame , Which by complyance gentle grows and tame ? So motion does incense the Torches fire , Which of it self would quietly expire . The Ox at first impatient of the Yoke , Groans with the oft regeminated stroke . The willing Horse with easie bridle plays , Whilst the sharp curb th' unruly mouth obeys . So whilst we struggle with the Yoke of Love , It by reluctance does more grievous prove . I yield , I yield , your new got prey receive , Into your Chains my willing hands I give . Cease the no Victory with Arms to gain , Who naked sues your Mercy to obtain . Go too , about your Temples Myrtle twine ; To the light airy Chariot fitly joyn Your Mothers Doves ; methinks with graceful pride , I see you through the Streets in Triumph ride , With dextrous art the yoaked couple guide . A goodly Train in long procession go Of vanquish'd Men and Maids , a Pompous show : With these I 'll mix my self , my Bonds no less Than Body shall my Captive Mind confess . Wisdom and Honour , Modesty and Scorn Your foes , betim'd in Fetters shall be born . All things your awful presence then shall fear , The Croud your Conquests with applause declare . Madness , enticing Flattery , Mistake , ( Switzers to Love ) your Martial Train shall make . With these an easie Victory you gain , ( Weak without these ) o'er Gods as well as Men. Your Mother then with joy from Heav'n shall pour Upon your head a rosie fragrant Shower . A Golden Mantle shall your shoulders wear , And Gems bedeck your gaudy Plumes and Hair. Your presence then will no few fires create , As flames to all that 's nigh't disperse their heat . Your darts unbidden then their slights shall take , And as you pass new bleeding Lovers make . So Bacchus Triumph'd from the Indian Shore You Birds , Him fierce Armenian Tygers bore . In me to throw away your power , spare , Who might a part in this your Triumph bear , See how the Godlike Caesar your own blood , To those he Conquers gracious is and good . ELEGY III. By the same . GReat Goddess Venus hearken to a prayer , Whose justice may deserve a friendly ear ; Let her I Love ( what juster thing can be ) A gentle Passion entertain for me . Or by her kind compliance make me wear For ever her soft Chains , which now I bear . So would I never wish to be set free : Ah pleasing bonds ! ah sweet Captivity ! Me for her constant Servant she 'd approve , Knew she with what sincerity I Love. What tho no ancient names my Lineage grace , Nor can I boast the Author of my Race , My Fortune small , no Parents for me fear To spend , what would inrich their growing Heir . I bring you Phaebus , and the Sisters nine , A Love unfeign'd , which makes me only thine , Unwav'ring Faith , an unpolluted name , Naked simplicity , ingenuous Shame . You , you alone shall please , no Rival Love Yours from my constant brest shall ever move . With you the years which Fate allows I 'd live , Nor wish you dying , longer to survive . Be thou the happy subject of my Muse , Your name a worthy Genius will infuse . To frighted Io maugre Iuno's hate , My Verse shall give an everlasting date , Ages to come shall tell Callisto's Rape Secure of Hurt under a feather'd shape . How to Europa Iove in Horned Shrowd , Soft , gentle fires in hollow murmurs low'd . We two immortal shall remain , when dead , And future times our joyned names shall read . ELEGY IV. By the same . Your Husband too with us is bid a guest To Supper , may this Supper be his last ; And must I but an idle witness be Of his rude touches , which I least would see ? Your gentle head within his bosom laid , With his foul Arms about your Neck display'd . No wonder now that Savage Monstrous Guests , Stain'd with their Gore the Thracian Nuptial Feasts . Ingenuously bred , and form'd a Man , I scarce my itching hands from force restrain . Yet now before a Lovers Lesson hear , Nor let the Winds my vain Instructions bear ; Steal out before , let him be sure come last , May be you won't repent your early hast . When , to the Bed you go , where he is laid , With looks demure give me the gentle tread . Observe my Nods , the Language of my Face , Which can so well my inward thoughts express . My eyes and hands shall act the vocal part , By their dumb Rhet'rick you may learn my heart . If to your fancy some kind thought has brought Th' inhanced pleasures , which my Love had wrought , With gentle taps upon your cheeks , declare , When I shall say or do , what you approve , The Mystick Ring about your finger move . When to your Husband some ill hap you pray , Fear not upon the board your hands to lay . What 's fill'd by him , sip , and give him the rest , When e're you lack the Boy will please you best ; Return'd by you I first bespeak the glass , And where your lips has touch'd enjoy the place . There to be sure I 'll meet you , or be met , What ever Hold you can , be sure to get . Shou'd you to meltling kisses once give way , I fear my injur'd Love I should betray . Fly out , and frantick cry , cease wanton , know Those kisses to my self are only due . Yet this I 'd see ; did he but so much dare , But more my patience would , or could not bear . And thus my fears so numberless are grown , Who all the ways and arts of Love have known . No fear of this in you , yet ev'n to shun Suspicion , keep your Garments always down ; Still ask your Man to drink , but let no kiss Purchase the favour with unequal price . Whilst yet he drinks , into his Cup infuse More Wine , inviting sleep and soft repose . Occasion then it self will teach us , how We should improve it to the best employ . When you begin to rise , we 'll all rise too Midst of the Press you least observ'd may go , And thus for Plots industrious I have been , Which a few coming hours will render vain . The night now envious to my hopes , comes on , And I divorc'd from her must lye alone . Her Husbands Pris'ner she must be all night ; Yet to the door I 'll follow her in sight . Then he shall clasp you in his rude embrace , And rifle all the sweets upon your face , Exact the pleasures which to Laws you owe , But freely to my Love a gift bestow ; Yet do not easie , but as fore't comply To the cold duty of a drudgery . If wishes can prevail , a starv'd delight Shall be the Harvest of his toilsome night , Whate'er his Fortune is , to me deny That he enjoy'd you , I 'll believe the lye . ELEGYV . By the same . ONe day in Summer , about twelve at Noon , Upon my Bed for ease I laid me down ; The Window half shut , gave a doubtful light , Such as past Sun-set and before 't is Night ; As when in Woods through the thick boughy shade , Some glimmerings of broken light are made , Such as emboldens modest Virgins shame , When to my Chamber lo ! Corinna came , Like fair Semiramis to her Alcove , To meet the sweet embraces of her Love. Scarce cover'd with a thin and loose array , Her Hairs dishevel'd on her shoulders play ; Her covering ( tho such as did not quite Conceal the blissful object of my sight ) Striving to pull away , she 'd still retain , And sought to cover what she would have seen . Till strugling she , unwilling to o'ercome , By her own Treachery at last she 's won , When ( lo ! ) uncover'd as she stood and bare , No fault in all her Body did appear . What Shoulders , Arms , salute my dazled eyes ! How fit for touch , her Breasts would proudly rise ! Taper her Waste , her Belly smooth and plain , Which two plump Pillars proudly did sustain . What needs there more ? when nothing there I see But rais'd my fancy to an extasie . What follow'd after , is not hard to guess Weari'd , we panting lay , and took our case , Give me ye Gods , many such noons as these . Libri Primi Ovid. Amor. ELEGIA Prima . WHen first of Arms , and bloody Wars I writ , In losty numbers , for the Subject fit , And every Verse did run with equal feet . The God of Love laugh'd at my vain essay , And in a humour stole one foot away . Who gave you cruel Boy , o'er Verse such Pow'rs ? We are Apollo's Subjects , and not yours ? What if the Queen of Beauty should invade Minerva's Province ; She usurp her Trade ? How could rough Armour suit with soft desire ? Or bold Virago's gentle Love inspire ? Should Ceres Rule in Woods , Diana in the Field , Wild Beasts might range at large ; the Corn no Crop would yield . who 'd Arm Apollo with a pointed Spear , Whilst Wars fierce God plays on the Muses Lyre . Great was you Child , too great your Power before , Why should your fond Ambition wish for more ? Is it 'cause every thing must stoop to thee ? Nor even the Muses Songs and Groves be free ; No sooner was my Poem well begun , And the first Line did promise much to come , But the blind God my well-tun'd Harp un strung . I have no Theme , which softer Airs require , Such as sweet Boys — — And lovely Virgins can alone inspire : Thus I complain'd : when Love from 's Quiver drew A well-chose Arrow to my ruine meant , With all his the strong-knit Bow he bent , Which at my heart the fatal weapon threw . Then saying with a Smile Maliciously ; There is a Subject for your Poetry : Alas , alas , it was too sure a Dart ; I burn , and Love Reigns in my Conquer'd heart : O for the tender Elegiack vein And long adieus to the Heroic strain , Deck thee , my Muse , with Mirtle from the Shore Sacred to Venus , and her young Amour . Libri Primi ELEGIA Secunda . WHat can this mean , what makes my Thus naked lie without a Coverlid ? What makes me pass the live-long nights away In tedious expectation of the day , Whilst my Rackt Limbs with never ceasing pain Turn to this side , and then to that again ? Sure I should know , if Love disturb'd my Rest ; Unless it slily stole into my Breast ; 'T is so , for now I feel the pointed Dart : Tyrannie Love raging in every part . What , must I yield to the incroaching bane ? Or by Reluctance aggravate my flame ? Well , I will yield ; my Chains with Patience wear , The burden's light which we 're resolv'd to bear . So I 've observ'd resisted Fires to rage , Which , let alone , would suddenly asswage . The stubborn Ox that 's haughty Neck can't bow , Does suffer more than he that draws the Plough . Th' unruly Horse that can't endure the Rein Is broke at last , and that with greater pain : Love more severely does chastise the Proud Than those that humbly have his power allow'd . O Love , I grant , I am a Convert grown : Enslav'd and Fetter'd , I approach your Throne . Forbear your Arms ; for Peace I humbly sue , Oh don't so mean a Victory pursue , From which no Honour ever can accrue . With Mirtle Chaplets then enwreath thy hair , The God of War a Chariot shall prepare , And Venus Doves shall wing you through the Air. The World with loud applause your Triumph see , Whilst you make Love and War so well agree . Young Men , and Maids , that did your Empire Scorn , Shall your Triumphal Chariot-wheels adorn . I , 'mongst the rest , your late made Captive , bound , Proclaim your grandeur with a bleeding wound . And every Passion be a Prisoner led , All that have ever from Loves Ensigns fled . All things before your mighty Power shall fly : The vulgar with their throats shall rend the Sky , Io Triumphe , Io Cupid , cry . Error , and Fury , and allurements too These shall Attendants of your Triumph be These are the Soldiers always follow'd you . By which you 've even o'ercome the Deity : Should these advantages be took away , The God of Love might sometimes lose the day . Your Beauteous Mother from above will spread Eternal blooming Roses on your head . Here all your dazling Glories you unfold ; Bedeck'd with Roses , Jewels , and with Gold , The yet unconquer'd World you shall subdue ; Who , in your March , shall wounded follow you . The scorching fire does so infectious grow , That you must wound , whether you will , or no. Such was the Triumph of Wines Conquering God , When , drawn by Tygers , he o'er Ganges Rode. Since then I 'm part of your Illustrious Train , O spend no more Artillerys in vain . Behold Augustus Caesar's Glorious Charms Those who 're reduc'd by his All-Conquering Arms , With God-like Mercy he defends from harms . Libri Primi ELEGIA Tertia . I Ask no more ; than that the Fair I love , Would love again ; or so propitious prove As might be some encouragement to love . Ah , 't is too much , and I presume too far ! Let but my Mistris my Addresses bear , And Cytherea hear my humble Prayer . Accept th' eternal Service that I bring : Accept my heart , the Faithful Offering . What , tho I don't an ancient Lineage boast Or any Titles that enlarge my name ? But am maintain'd at an inferiour cost . And have no wealth to usher in my claim ; Yet on Apollo , and the Mighty Nine , ( Without forgetting the great God of Wine , ) On these , ( with Loves assistance , ) I 'll rely ; Almighty Love will all defects supply : Unblemish'd Faith , and Life without a stain ; Plain-dealing , Modest , and of Honest name . I ne'er can an inconstant Rover prove : Trust me ; you 're all that I shall ever Love. Oh , may I spend the remnant of my days Imploy'd by you , in singing of your Praise ! How would the Glorious Theme my Senses fire , And each perfection would my Muse inspire ? Io , affrighted at her horrid form , And Leda's Swan , the Poets Verse adorn ; With fair Europa , who by Iove betray'd , Was o'er the Sea by toe feign'd Bull convey'd . Nay , we two shall , by our Immortal Name , For after Ages , fill the mouth of Fame . Libri Primi , ELEGIA Quinta . 'T Was in the midst of an hot Summers day , As on my Bed , for soft repose , I lay . The half-shut Casements cast a glimmering light , As the declining Sun , on Verge of night ; Or when he forces out a narrow way Through thickest Groves ; or , as at dawn of day : Such a retreat the timorous Maid desires , And such false lights , to hide her glowing fires : When , lo , Corinna came , in loose Attire , Down her fair neck hung her long dangling hair : In such a charming dress was Lais seen , With such a graceful , and Majestic mien , March'd to her Throne , the fam'd Assyrian Queen . I seiz'd her Gown , which was so wondrous fine , It scarce did seem t' obruct a Love Design , Yet she close kept , and hug'd the slender Aid , But fought , as if of Conquest much affraid ; So by faint strugling was the Fort betray'd . When she had laid that useless Garment by , And the fair Prospect bless'd my longing eye ; My gazing Opticks met with nothing there But what intire perfection did appear . What Neck , what Arms I clasp'd ; and what a Breast Form'd and design'd by Nature to be prest ! In what fine order her whole Frame did lye ! How strait her Wast ! how vigorous a Thigh ! What needs there more ? I took a full survey of all her Charms , And grasp'd her naked Body in my Arms. What then ensu'd is easie to be guest , By joint consent we laid our selves to rest , With such refreshing Noons , may I be ever blest . To Mr. R. D. AT CAMBRIDGE . WHen , dearest Friend , oh when shall I be blest With thee and Damon , Silence , Shade , and Rest ? Free from the painful Pleasures of the Town , Amidst chast Groves , and harmless Wit lie down ; Wit which in Scandal never shows its head , Nor blasts the Fame of some too Virtuous Maid . Eccho forgets that e'er she was undone , 'T is so long since she cou'd repeat a moan . C ham never swells with Tears , nor the bleak Air , Storms with the sighs of the forsaken Fair , Like other Passions , Love you can subdue , And what enslaves the World submits to you ; Nor do you ever with false fires betray , And the poor heedless gazer lead astray ; Rich and Luxurious like our Isle within , Your business is not Foreign Realms to win . But keep your own , nor lavish out your Store To gain that , which if gotten , makes you poor . Pale as the Horned Moon is Hymens light . And wares as fast , is scarce at full one night , Your Star does at his Summer Solstice stay , Shines out , and makes but one continued day ; Pleasing and gay as the Sun guilded Skies As mild and sweet as Love-sick Virgins Eyes , As undisturb'd as sleeping Hermits are , As wholly free from the fatigue of care , As fixt as the Decrees of Providence Are all your happy hours , for they are granted thence . Without your Pens Hobbists confounded are , So much of Nature , and so little War. You are not fram'd of jarring Elements , All Soul , all Peace , all Friendship , Wit , and Sence . You so agree , so very much are one , As the Triumphing Singers round the Heav'nly Throne . Ye clash like Mankinds disagreeing Prayers , And feign as many Jealousies and Fears , As Lovers Cloy'd , or States-men in Disgrace , Desire of change is writ in every face ; Dissatisfi'd or Whig as Israelite , As unsuccessful as a Teckelite ; For spight of Cravat string we lose the day , No Dress can win , or Billet-deux betray . But after all the rage of sighs and tears , Kind Sir — calms our grief , and lulls our cares , When well experienc'd Strumpet takes upon her To quench the flame kindled by Maid of Honour ; Yet like the Dutch , after a loss we swell , Unrigg'd or burnt , we blow the Trumpet still , And Triumph for a leaky Fish-boat ta'en , As if it were the Royal Sovereign . The pleasures of the Park , Plays , drawing Rome Be much as new as th' Instrument at home , Which some for forty Winters scrape upon . Pretty amuzements and stand him in stead , Whom modish Sir ne'er taught to write or read . If I could tell to twelve , I 'd rather stand , With a lean Pike-staff in my leaner hand , Counting the tedious hours before the Gate , Then cringe above stairs to the saucy Grant , Not she who knows her strength , and finds you love , Is more impertinently insolent , Then is his Lorship , when you come to move The smallest Suit which he has power to Tho e'er you ask , both so well bred Appear You 'd think that you affront 'em if you fear . So Rook at Neals fawns on unborrowing Cull So a Brave Man is Cap'd and knee'd by Bull. So subtil sharer smil'd on drudging Poet Before the Houses joyning . Sir ! you know it . THE SOLDIER . Writ in April , 1684. when our English Volunteers went into Flanders . THE melting Lute is on the Willows hung , Forsaken weeping Virgins sigh in vain , For all the Youth with point of Honour stung Dance to the Drum and Trumpet o'er the Main . The phantasm Honour leads them all astray , From Downy Beds in midst of dismal night , To seek out Treasure hid in Fields which they Will scarcely find by such a Wild fire light . Like puling Girls , they tremble at a Name , ( For Whore and Coward both of them does fright , ) And Sacrifice their Pleasure to their Fame , As Self-denying as an Anchorite . Eating they scorn , despise their Wine and Wench , And beg to Famish in a Foreign Land , Digging their way to th' Devil in a Trench , With Pains and Sweat they labour to be damn'd . Not the first Tiller , when the teeming Earth Swell'd with the new infused Poisonous Curse , Was ever blest with a more hopeful Birth Of Glorious Mischiefs , then our Warriours . Hardly as he they earn their Bread , as he Cast out and Vagrants , and on some we see Heav'n sets a Mark that they should not be slain , As the Damn'd live to Eternize their Pain . Revenge or Emulation might seduce , And work to Parricide the wretched Cain , But nothing can our Murtherers excuse , Not even the Butchers mean pretence of Gain . For poor and ragg'd as wandring Rogues they are , As their own Colours , shatter'd , lost , and torn , Furl'd up , and laid aside after the War , When they have leave to rot , repent and mourn . A happy Nations greatest Blessing , Peace Is their great Curse ; so a becalmed Boat Starves in the midst of Sun-shine , whilst the Seas Laugh all around to see her idly float . Like little pilfring Thieves , they meanly live On Fire and Shipwrecks , for they basely steal What they pretend to save , and so contrive To snatch to Morrow's miserable Meal . They flock in millions when a Storm is near , Like Winter-fowl they love an angry Skie , But vanish when the Halcions appear , And when good days appear , with Envie die . PHILANDER AND EIRENE . TUne , tune my strings , Divine Harmonious Love , Who tun'st the Angels Harps and Hearts above ; Sing what a Youth thy Slave Philander was ; What Beauties blossom'd on Eirene's face . May's loveli'st Morn can no such Prospect yield , When the young Flowers shine in the laughing Field , When the Springs noblest Glorys are display'd , And Nature takes a Pride to be Survey'd . The richest sweetness of the Earth and Skies Sprung from her Rosie Breath , and Heavenly Eyes ; Incense she might have been to angry Jove For all Mankind , and charm'd him into Love. Such natural goodness overflow'd her mind , And a dear Innocence so sweetly kind ; That when she pray'd , if Mercy would not hear , Its fairest Image it disown'd in her . Untouch'd and white , Chaste as the coldest Snow , That sparkles upon lofty Aetna's Brow , And its pure Maiden-Innocence maintains In midst of siery sighs , and breath of flames ; But yet as humble as the Vale that lies Before the foot of that proud Precipice ; Which pleas'd , and pleasing with its Meads and Springs Smiles in its Flowers , and in its Fountains sings . Such gentle meekness beautifi'd her Soul , That like her Lutes soft Harmony it stole The heedless hearts , and in sure Fetters bound All that approach'd the dear Enchanted Ground . Descending Heav'n did round about her stand , And listning Angels waited her Command . Who came to learn of her to moan and speak , And when she sung they followed every shake , Like her they try'd to soften every grace , Melt ev'ry fall , and ev'ry Beauty raise ; So Hallelujahs were improv'd by her , And to her voice they tun'd the sweetest Sphere . Tho Dreams , or Humane Frailty never taught Her spotless Virgin-soul a guilty thought , Yet she could blush , which to Philosophize Was but the Angels beaming from her eyes , Breeding , which others toil in Courts to gain , And oft with loss of Honour seek in vain , Nature had hung about her with such ease , That tho her thoughts were ne'er employ'd to please , Yet like a Net by chance thrown on some Mead , Where many joyful feather'd singers breed , Our flut'ring Souls without design she took , And surely kill'd with every random look . Breeding is untaught Nature well represt , And charms the most , when negligently drest . Since Natures self in all she did was seen , What Court her Dress or Motion could refine ? Or if she had not been so rich in Charms , Why should she travel for Offensive Arms ? When Pity sour'd the Joy of Victory , Weeping o'er those , who at her feet would dye , Whom Pride and Vanity could never move , And who was deaf to every sound of Love ; Before Philander trembled in her Heart , And touch'd the String , which charm'd so nice a part ; Philander in whose face was fairly writ Good Nature , Honour , Manliness , and Wit ; And when a long acquaintance brought him near , You saw them in a larger Character ; Within there Reign'd a Soul , which , like the Star That Rules some Heroes Birth , rode high and clear : And in a Thousand generous Actions shown , That ( much against his Nature ) made him known . His friend in a distress he would relieve , His friend ne'er knew from whom he should receive The Favour , till Philander did repeat The Fact so oft , he could not hide the Cheat. So little us'd to boast , or to proclaim His Deeds , and Trumpet to the World his Fame ; That him you must like Fairy gifts conceal , The way to forfeit all was to reveal . He had both seen the Camp , and Court of France , But came not back a Gay Sr. Fopling thence , Or noisie Bully , when he lov'd or fought , 'T was done with all the silence , that he thought His instant secret business might conceal , Like one who took in either case a disappointment ill . For he did neither Love nor Fight in jest , But always found just Motives in his Breast ; And then advanc'd with the same vigorous heat His Mistris , or his Enemy to meet , And yet with all the ease , that does attend His Graceful fair , righted his fame or friend . The black and guilty only fear to die , He ran the risk with that serenity , Which well became a Man at peace within , And frighted by no Monster of a Sin. For no believing Maid was e'er undone By Perjuries from his perswasive Tongue , His Honesty , his Business , or his Ease , To Vanity he would not Sacrifice , Nor for the Glory of a fine intrigue Wear out his mind in a ten years fatigue ; Fawn and Dissemble like a Whigg at Court , And Witness , like fire murd'ring Oaths in sport ; Nor basely practise every little Cheat Us'd by the wife , the Politick , and Great , To steal into a weak , ill-guarded Town , Tho rich in fairer Mansions of their own ; Yet still they will betray , that by these Arts They may attain the name of Men of Parts . Philander set his heart upon the Place , If in a Siege he ever shew'd his face ; He lay before the Fort , because he there Had Treasur'd up his Soul , and could not bear A separation , every minute kill'd , Which the pale Youth from his best part withheld . Then he would talk and kneel , protest and swear Each Tree had sence , and every Stone could hear ; And as of old good Moses Charm'd the Rock , And rapid Rivers issued where he struck , Philander touch'd it too with such an Art , That Kindness sprung out of the hardest heart ; For he would weep a Torrent of wild Woes , Which like the Stream that from Vesuvius flows , Burnt all before it , raging with his crys , Fir'd by his Passion , driven by his sighs . At other times like some soft murmuring Brook , In whose fair face the Nymphs their faces look : He charm'd the listning Maid into a Dream , In which she cou'd see nothing else but him , To him committed every tender thought , And the conversion which his Tongue had wrought ; And us'd him like a secret Confessor , Whisper'd her melting wishes in his Ear. One Am'rous Ev'ning of the joyful Spring Did many friendly Nymphs together bring ; Musick they had to Triumph or to Mourn , To celebrate the ravage of their Scorn , Or tell the Shades in a sad moving strain The falseness of a too much favour'd Swain ; Whilst our Eirene , ( for that fair was one ) In undisturb'd and clear reflections shone ; No cloudy Passion hung upon her mind , Which to that Eminency was refin'd , That with full day it rose upon her face , And gilded every Feature with its Rays ; And yet , so mild and peaceful flow'd the beams , In such soft gentle kind , and quiet streams , As the still Air , on which that Ev'ning lay When these young Angels gave a loose to Play ; And that was calm as Infants rock'd asleep , Beauty in aw the angry Winds did keep , Who silently in admiration stood , And fear'd to tell their mighty joy aloud , Left crouding fellow-Winds should drive them thence , And share the view of so much Excellence ; Nor came they empty-handed to adore , But the perfumes of both the Indies bore , And at the feet of these fair Charmers cast , The sweets of all the Countrys they had past : Tho like great Monarchs , who with vast expence Shew their respect , and their Magnificence , And make rich Presents to their Brother-Kings , Who least of all Mankind can want such things . The officious Winds a needless Tribute paid , Perfuming what cou'd never want their aid ; For all the Shades were made of Iessemin , Roses , and Oranges , and Columbine , Under whose roots lay the kind Camomile , And thousand other humble Flowers did smile , Caressing the gay fragrant youthful grass , And shedding Honey-dew upon its face . This Paradice thus happy ev'ry way In the soft Arms of a smooth River lay , Whose Murmurs gently chid the cruel heart , That sympathiz'd not with a Shepherd's smart ; And to the Rocks , and Grotto's would complain Of Sylvia's hate , or Amoret's disdain ; And oft in lucky melting minutes move The listning Nymph to lend an ear to Love : Eirene sate by his green Flowry side , Who swell'd so high with Pleasure , or with Pride , That 't was respect alone the Lover staid From running o'er to Snatch the careless Maid , Whilst she unmindful of the danger near , And safe in Innocence , exempt from fear , Sung to her Lute Harmonious tales of Love , That with the natural sweetness of the Grove , Crept on the downy bosom of the Air , And a new Heavenly Clime created there ; Commission'd Angels , when their task was done , Wondring they should arrive at home so soon Staid here , mistaken in their happy Seat , Or else unwilling to find out the cheat ; Would gladly the abodes above forgoe To be for ever ravish'd thus below , And then she smil'd , and look'd the sweetest things , Good nature trickled from the rising Springs Of her kind Eyes , and gliding on her Face Diffus'd it self in softest tenderness . So have I seen a silver water run Through Natures blooming Beauties , whilst the Sun Shining upon it with his youthful beams Plaid like her eyes among the gilded Streams ; Her rising Breasts on Cupids Wings were made , Hiding the little Loves in Ambush laid ; Who heav'd and panted when their Bows they drew , And as they mov'd , Millions of Arrows flew : The points they had from her bewitching Eyes , And all the Feathers from her Lute and Voice . To such a sight , in such a minute came The young Philander guided by the Fame Of these assembled Beauties , and his Star Led him directly to the fatal Fair , Led him where bright Eirene did appear . He found the danger , and wou'd have retir'd , But 't was in vain , for he had seen and heard , It was in vain to fly , he might as soon His Shadow , or his secret thoughts out-run ; So being round beset with murth'ring Charms , He sought the sacred refuge of her Arms ; With bended knees and soul the humble Swain Kneel'd to the lovely Author of his pain ; He fix'd his eyes upon her Heavenly face , His heart leapt up , and through those eyes wou'd gaze , Till melted by the Starry Fire , that sprung From the bright Maid , it flow'd out of his Tongue . Phil. Oh thou art sure a blossom in the Spring Of Joyful Heaven , by the eternal King , To glad Mankind sent mercifully down , And on the Banks of Life's fair Stream hast grown ; The dear refreshing moisture yet I see Hanging on either Lip , from either Eye Fresh Life yet flows , ten thousand Angels still Bath in their native Flood , and drink their fill . Oh! thou all Heav'n , tell , tell thy ravisht slave What kind of Worship thou expect'st to have ; Speak , and thy Cherubs dancing on thy Tongue Amongst thy words in charming notes shall throng , Speak that my heart may spring into a Joy , Which nothing but thy silence can destroy ; The happy Youth never made Love in vain , The Graces taught him all the Arts to gain . A bounding pleasure leap'd through every part , And raptures revell'd at Eirenes heart , Which upwards flew , and pereh'd upon her eyes , For fair Eirene knew not to disguise Her thoughts , nor would her self and Lover vex With the afflicted coldness of her Sex. Philander could perceive with extasie That his dear Mistris would not let him die ; But yet to try the ground on which he stood , And that he might be sure he grasp'd no Cloud , That he would prove his Fortune , thus proceed To learn what Fate his fair one had decreed . Phil. If in your Breast you have resolv'd my death , West to Elizium , waft me with that Breath Which charms the World , sing to your Lute my doom , In that sweet dress let my Destruction come , So op'ning Heav'n with all its Choirs and Spheres Shall wing me from the Earth above the Stars . Thus far the Lover ; thus the heedless Maid The budding kindness of her soul betrai'd . Eirene . Tell me , ye softer Powers above , Tell me what unfledg'd thing Begins within my Breast to move , And try its tender wing ? Tell me why this unusual heat Thus creeps about my heart , And why that heart indulges it And fondly takes its part ? What God-head could Philander melt To such a flood of sighs , That gliding with the Tide unfelt , He might my Soul surprize ? Perfidious Musick took my Ear , And bent it to his Song ; Musick my friend , my darling care Betray'd me on his Tongue . But now they look'd how late the Ev'ning grew , Ill-natur'd Scandal , and the falling dew Frighted the fearful Nymphs away in hast , Lest this their Beauty , that their Fame should blast . Eirene snatch'd a minute to bestow A tender smile , and a good natur'd bow Upon the ravish'd Youth , who drunk with Bliss Reel'd home , and thought the Universe was his . Great Power who couldst transform the mighty Jove To Showers , or softer feathers for his Love. Thou only in this figure couldst have stole Through Rocks of Ice , the Chaste Eirenes Soul , Philander's was the only shape could move , Philander newly moulded o'er in Love ; The quickest Pulse of Love beat in his blood , In rowling Waves Love from his Language flow'd , From his black eyes fair Love and Rapture broke , And in his talking looks plain Passion spoke . How alter'd then must cold Eirene be , Who catch'd the flaming Meteor from his Eye , On whose hot Beams the Youth himself did dart , And flew in circling fire into her heart ; Her burning heart boil'd over at her eyes , And all its Sweets distill'd in Tears and Sighs ; In every Christal drop Philander shone , Philanders Image could be seen alone ; Her flame and fancy glittering on the dew , Painted the lovely Phantom finer too Than e'er the Sun a gaudy Rainbow drew . She saw him in that Glass with what a Mien , With what an easie greatness he came in At the late meeting , what a haughtiness , And graceful Majesty sate on his face , But at her sight how humble was his Love ! Like Alexander supplicating Iove , His trembling soul before her feet he hurl'd , To gain a greater Conquest than the World , And he continued this humility , For to the Earth he fix'd his bended knee , The two great Lights above saw him adore , But never saw such Constancy before , He Worship'd with a Beggars fervency , And would take heaven by importunity ; The Heav'n of Love was open'd to his Prayers , And kind Eirene laid aside her fears To ease the Youth of his , thus doubly won By mighty Merit , and by suff'ring long . At first her cautious friends a Lecture read Of Ruin'd Maids , by perjur'd Men betray'd . And frighted back her passion to her heart , But there Philanders Image took its part , And aided by her self it grew so strong , It drove her Love out of her yielding Tongue . Her soul and heart her kindest thoughts express , Melted on ev'ry feature of her face ; But that he should not doubt his happiness , Her eyes and Tongue his Conquest thus confess . Eirene . Oh my Philander ope your Brest , I can no longer keep my heart , Why do you call it from its nest With such a soft resistless Art ? It sighs and looks it self away , Dissolving with each word I speak ; Oh! take it , take it , if you stay You will have nothing left to take . There will be no injustice done , Tho you have fir'd its native house , If you will lodge it in your own , Where it can only find repose . And there I 'll rest secure from harm , Let angry Winds roar as they will , That Tongue can ev'ry Tempest charm , Those Eyes the blackest Cloud dispell . Then the bright Nymph , with all her blaze of Charms Shot like a falling Star into his Arms ; He crush'd her killing Beauties to his Breast , And all her sweets into his Bosom prest ; Her willing Soul out of her Lips he drew , Which wing'd with Joy to her Philander flew ; And then an innocent Revenge he tries , Attempts to kiss the fire , out of her Eyes ; And he devour'd a fierce unruly flame , Which all her Charms let loose could scarcely tame . 'T is well he had the liberty at least The living Nectar of her Lips to tast ; To quaff her breath , and drink her flowing heart , Which broke the Banks , and gush'd from ev'ry part ; And this was all he wish'd , his Heav'nly fire Was purg'd from ev'ry loose unchast desire , Eirenes eyes had purify'd the Air ; He breath'd in the clear Sun-shine of his Fair. Eirene could the dross and dregs remove , Extracting the pure spirit of his Love ; And that was all divine , and would not mix With the gross inclinations of his Sex. Thus Angel like the Youth and Virgin lov'd , And pleasure to the highest pitch improv'd ; The circling Year roul'd in its usual round , And still their Eyes fix'd on each other found ; The circling Year did various seasons bring , But their young Love was always in the Spring , It never alter'd but from bliss to bliss , No angry Sky blasted their happiness ; For whilst Eirene smil'd his Heav'n was clear , And she would always smile when he was near . OF Divine Poesie , Two CANTO'S By Mr. WALLER . Occasioned upon sight of the Fifty third Chapter of Isaiah , turn'd into Verse by a Lady . Canto 1. POets we praise , when in their Verse we find Some great imployment of a worthy mind ; Angels have been inquisitive to know The Secrets which this Oracle does show . What was to come the Prophet did declare , Which she describes as if she had been there , Had seen the wounds which to the Readers view She draws so lively that they bleed anew . As Ivie thrives which on the Oak takes hold , So with the Prophets may her Lines grow old , If they should die , who can the World forgive ? Such Pious Lines when wanton Sapho's live . Who with his breath his Image did inspire , Expects it should foment a nobler fire , Not Love which Brutes as well as Men may know , But love like his to whom that breath we owe. Verse so design'd on that high Subject wrote , Is the perfection of an ardent thought ; The Smoak which we from burning Incence raise , When we compleat the Sacrifice of Praise . That he does Reign all Creatures should rejoyce , And we with Songs supply their want of Voice ; In boundless verse the Fancy soars too high For any Object but the Deity . What Mortal can with Heav'n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair ? As meaner Subjects when with these we grace , A Giants habit on a Dwarf we place . Sacred should be the product of our Muse , Like that sweet Oil above all private use , On pain of Death forbidden to be made But when it should be on the Altar laid ; Verse shews a rich inestimable Vein , When dropt from Heav'n 't is thither sent again . Of Bounty 't is that he admits our praise Which does not him , but us that yield it raise , For as that Angel up to Heaven did rise , Born on the flame of Mannoa's Sacrifice , So wing'd with Praise we penetrate the Sky , Teach Cloud and Stars to Praise him as we fly ; The whole Creation by our Fall made groan , His Praise to Eccho and suspend their Moan , The Church Triumphant and the Church below In Songs of Praise their present Union show ; Their Joys are full , our Expectation long , In Life we differ , but we joyn in Song ; Angels and we assisted by this art May sing together tho we dwelt apart . Thus we reach Heav'n while Vainer Poems must No higher rise than winds may lift the dust , From that they spring , this from his Breath that gave To the first dust th' immortal ●…oul , we have ; His Praise well sung our great endeavour here Shakes off the Dust , and makes that Breath appear . Canto 2. HE that did first this way of Writing grace , Convers'd with the Almighty face to face , Wonders he did in Sacred Verse unfold , When he had more than Eighty Winters told , The Writer feels no dire effects of Age , Nor Verse that flows from so Divine a rage . Eldest of Poets he , beheld the Light , When first it Triumph'd o'er eternal night , Chaos he saw and could distinctly tell How that Confusion into order fell , As if consulted which he has exprest The Work of the Creator , and his Rest. How the Flood drown'd the first offending Race , Which might the Figure of our Globe deface ; For new made Earth , so even and so fair , Less equal now uncertain makes the Air ; Surpris'd with Heat and unexpected Cold , Early Distempers make our Youth look Old , Our days so evil and so few , may tell That on the Ruins of that World we dwell . Strong as the Oaks that nourish'd them , and high , That long-liv'd Race did on their force relie , Neglecting Heav'n , but we of shorter date Should be more mindful of impendent Fate , To Worms that crawl upon this Rubbish here , This span of Life may yet too long appear ; Enough to humble , and to make us great , If it prepare us for a Nobler Seat ; Which well observing , he in numerous Lines Taught wretched Man how fast his Life declines ; In whom he dwelt before the World was made , And may again retire when that shall fade . The lasting Iliads have not liv'd so long As his and Deborah's triumphant Song : Delphos unknown , no Muse could them inspire , But that which Governs the Coelestial Choir ; Heaven to the Pious did this Art reveal , And from their store succeeding Poets steal . Homer's Scamander from the Trojans fought , And swell'd so high by her old Kishon taught , His River scarce could fierce Achilles stay , Hers more successful swept her foes away . The Host of Heav'n , his Phoebus and his Mars He Arms , instructed by her fighting Stars , She led them all against the common foe , But he misled by what he saw below ; The Powers above like wretched men divides And breaks their union into different sides , The Noblest Parts which in his Heroes shine May be but Copies of that Heroine . Homer himself , and Agamemnon she The Writer could , and the Commander be . Death she relates in a sublimer strain Than all the Tales the boldest Greek could feign , For what she sung that Spirit did endight , Which gave her Courage and Success in Fight : A double Garland Crowns the matchless Dame , From Heav'n her Poem and her Conquest came , Tho of the Iews she merit most esteem , Yet here the Christian has the greater Theme ; Her Martial Song describes how Sisera fell , This sings our Triumph over Death and Hell. The Rising Light employ'd the Sacred Breath Of the blest Virgin and Elizabeth : In Songs of Joy the Angels sung his Birth , Here how he treated was upon the Earth Trembling , we read the Afflictions and the Scorn Which for our Guilt so patiently was born , Conception , Birth , and Suffering all belong , Tho various parts , to one Celestial Song ; And she well using so Divine an Art , Has in the Consort sung the Tragic part . As Hannahs Seed was vow'd to Sacred use , So here this Lady Consecrates her Muse , With like reward may Heaven her Bed adorn With fruit as fair as by her Muse is born . ANSWER TO Mr. Waller . NOw I shall live indeed , not by my skill But wisely you your Prophesie fufill , And kindly careful of my growing Fame , Have twisted it with your immortal name . What brainless Critick dares his Envy raise To blast a Style which you encline to praise ? The Powers of Envy I will now defie , Since rais'd by you to Immortality , Once mention'd in your Verse I cannot die . You with the flame of your Poetic fire Purge off my dross , and leave the Sence entire , You praise what 's worthy praise , the rest omit , And teach th' ill-natur'd World how to forget ; The World whose peevish memories still strike At what is worst , omitting what they like . Parent of English Poesie alone , To you we owe the Art we call our own ; All who before you came , as hoarsly sung As if by Mars , Apollo's Harp was strung , And tun'd to Drums loud Ecchoes and Alarms , But you have taught us soft and lasting Charm●… . Pride of the past , life of the present age , I 'm both inclin'd by swift Poetick rage , And gratitude , to give due praise to you , But I 'm too weak to pay the debt I owe : Down haughty Muse ! canst thou behold the Sun ? Ah no! withdraw , thy threatning danger shun , He like an Eagle us'd to face the light , Ere he adopts thee , tries thy tender sight ; Yet mounted on his wings thou now wilt dare To tempt thy fate , tho sure to perish there , How hard it is to teach a Muse despair ; So the vain Fly who gilded flame admires , Approaches , and a Sacrifice expires . Think , haughty Muse , think what is now thy theme , What it is thou canst offer worthy him ; Worthy of Phoebus and his darling Son , Or rather , of his Master , and thy own , Whose Silver hairs more Glory to him give Than from his Golden Beams he can receive , Who taught both Ages , and with God-like force Has stopt the mighty Flood of Folly's Sourse , Whose sprouting Laurels grew more fresh and gay The oftner they salute the Sun 's bright ray , Their thriving Leaves grow young with every day . His sprightly wit grows young with every dawn , For ever active , and for ever young , His Numbers smooth , his sence for ever strong . Cease haughty Muse , in vain thou dost aspire To add thy smoak to his immortal sire ; Cease , but if thou no worthier Offering make , I need not silence who want power to speak . The Change. 1. HEre ! since it must be so , take thy last look , My heart such deep impressions took , Thou never wilt behold me more ; No part will be the same As it appear'd when first I came ; So alter'd shall I be , from what I was before . 2. A few sad hours so great a change will make , Me from my self thou wilt mistake ; And think some other Rival come , Who must as wretched be , Because he does resemble me : And thus I twice condem'nd , must bear the fatal doom . 3. Destructive Fair ! thou wilt alone do more , Than Grief or Sickness could before : That drooping form , which now appears Young as an Infant Spring Will be , ( while you such ruine bring ) As old in days , as was Methusalem in years . 4. Dear Cruel Maid farewel : I know my doom , Yet ne'ertheless once more will come : Yes , I 'll return and let you see , What I have said will prove Too true , th' effects of injur'd Love : And possibly your softning heart may pity me . 5. Tho fain I 'd be more blest before I dye ; In Death I 'll my last refuge try : And then , like old Aegyptians , Thou , ( When no way else can move ) To my pale Corps will kinder prove ; And more perhaps upon my Tomb , than my Frail house bestow — Excusing himself to his MISTRIS , for being JEALOUS . BEauty , My Dear , has such subduing charms , Its weakest Force the strongest Guard disarms . O'er Iove himself it bears Imperial Sway , As the great Thunderer , Gods and Men obey ; Through Adamantine Walls , and Tow'rs of Brass , His Sacred Fire dissolv'd the yielding Mass. A Show'r of Gold , with pregnant Love reliev'd The Beauteous Virgin that in Fetters griev'd , So much the tender Maid , a God could move To so much Pity , and to so much Love : And if she could a Deity perswade , How vast a Conquest would thy Charms have made ! Fair Danae then had stood neglected by , And thou hadst charm'd thy sacred Lovers Eye ; Upon himself a brave Revenge hadst turn'd , And in thy flames th' Olympic Ruler burn'd . But thanks eternal , to the Powers above , That now their own immortal Beings Love : For should they as of old descend to chuse , How dear a Treasure should I quickly lose ? Their Starry Thrones , Heav'ns brightest Forms would leave , And take all Shapes , that could thy heart deceive . Blame not my Passion , nor condemn my care , All precious blessings are preserv'd with fear ; The rude unfruitful heaps of rolling Sand Unguarded lie , upon the naked Strand : But how defended is the golden Ore , That shines on wealthy Tagus glitt'ring Shore ! So in a mean deform'd ignoble breast , The quiet Lover may securely rest : But what distrust and fears may justly rise , When Charms like thine tempt all beholders eyes ! An Approbation only is Desire ; All wishing to enjoy , what all admire : And if so far the boundless will extends ; What will not Man , to gain his lawless ends ? Alluring Stratagems , and treacherous Snares Are the chief bus'ness the vile Sex prepares : Their Words , their Actions , ev'ry looks design ; In all as false , as are their Oaths in Wine . What Story is not full of Womens Woes , By plighted Faith betray'd , and broken Vows ? Religion , that does always fruitful prove , Has not so many Hypocrites , as Love ; The pamper'd Priest that 's Perjur'd at the Shrine , Would break a thousand times more Vows at thine . I know thy Beauty , and our own deceit , Thou art all Truth , and we all a Cheat. Tho fix'd as Rocks thy Sacred Vertues are ; Experience cannot but our Vices fear . What Flatteries , nor subtil'st Arts can't gain , Vile Man can with infernal Malice stain : Prudence should therefore nicest things remove , And be more jealous than the tendrest Love. Observing Eyes , false measures often take ; And base construction from good actions make : Erect and strait , in vain the substance shews ; If thence the least oblique shadow flows ; For , to compleat our Joys , we are , 't is known , More blest by others Judgments than our own ; Unconquered Adamants in vain we wear , If like adult'rate Christals they appear : A rightful Homage to Loves beauteous Throne Should all the World with awful distance own ; While thou art pure , and spotless in my Arms , Not Health nor Riches have such pow'rful Charms : Goodness and Vertue , not the Gods above , Shall with more tenderness for ever love : But by their blest abode , if ev'n in thought I could believe thou wouldst commit a fault ; Had'st thou abandon'd all the Joys of Heav'n , And for my sake from Paradice been driv'n , Thou should'st the blackest Feind in Hell embrace Sooner than I 'd behold thy guilty Face ; Ev'n one Crime , hadst thou an Angels Charms , Would sep'rate me for ever from thy Arms. " For Fate and Love on such a point depend , " If one Link break , both the great Unions end . Down at one leap , from highest Heav'n to Hell , The brightest Hi'rarchy of Angels ●…ell : How soon by disobedience destroy'd , Was the blest state the first great Pair enjoy'd ! That one sad act , which we so much deplore , Brought a propension to a thousand more : But did not Souls , that once receive a stain , Tho cleans'd ; more easily defile again ; The lesser God requires th' Almighty doom , Time past , time present , and the time to come . His Laws are stricter than the Court of Heav'n ; There sin Original is scarce forgiv'n : Tho thou ( my Life 's fair Guardian ) dearer art , Than the warm ruddy drops that feed my heart ; With all thy Charms , how easie could I part , If their first blooming sweets had been destroy'd ; Tho lawfully without a Crime enjoy'd ! True Love its Beauteous Object mus●… invade , As did the Sun the World , when first 't was made : All gay and innocent in Virgin state , As fix'd and constant as eternal Fate . No Tyrant ( my dear Sovereign ! ) e'er could have , A more obedient , faithful , humble Slave : And yet that God-like Pow'r that joyns our souls , And all inferiour faculties controuls ; In ev'ry nice desire must be obey'd , And as much Homage to thy Subject paid , As if he the Worlds Empire singly swai'd : As undisturb'd , un rival'd in his Throne , As the great Prince that rul'd the Globe alone . One smile tho forc'd from those subduing eyes , Would forfeit all which they have taken prize ; Ev'ry kind look my soul esteems so dear , It hardly can a Sisters kisses bear : Methinks there should be found some other way , Our Loves to distant Kindred to convey ; Scarce canst thou lull a tender Infants cries , But streight uneasie pains begin to rise : Nothing methinks should fill those snowy Arms , But he that has command of all thy Charms : Ev'n thou ( what 's strange ! ) canst scarce permitted be To love thy self ; but leave it all to me : And oh ! if Fate does to my Will give power , While Joys of Crowns pass unregarded by : Round thy soft Limbs my greedy Arms shall twine And Martyrs Souls not be more blest than mine ; Through the vast Lab'rinth of thy sweets I 'll rove , And give , and take all the delights of Love : Not the young Monarch when in Triumph led , With glitt'ring Diadems round his shining head ; In all the Glories of his Regal State , . Can think himself more happy , or more great : Thy tender Breast is a far softer Throne ; And at each kiss , methinks the World 's my own . In that dear Centre all those pleasures move , That fill the Earth and the wide Sphears above ; There does such soft and tender Goddess dwell , 'T would draw an Anch'rite from his lonely Cell ; Nor has thy Beauty less amasing Charms ; The Conqu'ror there wou'd stop his vengeful Arms ; Ravish'd in sweets , to be a Slave would choose , Rather than Triumph o'er his vanquish'd Foes . Had I more Kingdoms , Crowns and Scepters won , Than did of old great Philip's Conquering Son : With half my Empires I with ease could part ; But not with the least Province of thy heart : My Soul 's diffus'd through all the crimson Sphere , And fix'd in ev'ry lab'ring Fibre there . No Joys nor Comforts can admittance find , Till they are first with that dear Image sign'd : Fates greatest blessings but a moment last , And when they 're once injoy'd , the pleasure 's past . The same dull Joy's repeated o'er and o'er , And pleases little — when beheld before ; But thy dear Bosom like Elysian Springs , An ever-flowing Tide of Pleasure brings : One would have thought that ere the lab'ring Sun Through his vast Regions could so oft have run , The riches that one breast could keep in store , With lesser pains might have been ransack'd o're ; But such an infinite Mass does there abound , That 't is but running an Eternal round , Like vital spirit , through the Form 't is spread , And ne'er can cease ●…ill life it self is fled . No Fate nor Accident o'er-comes thy Skill , In Joys and Sorrows thou art charming still : And 't is hard judging which has greatest pow'r , Thy Tears to wound the heart , or Smiles to cure . CONTENT . ENough , enough , ye Gods , I need no more ; Nor has this World a greater store : Your Bounteous hands have largely given One sovereign Remedy , that can Make bless'd the wretchedst state of Man ; And shew , in this dark Globe , the brightest glimpse of Heav'n . Forgive what 's past , and if I e'er again Be found in the least murmuring strain ; If ever I repine that Fate Me ne'r in pompous Triumph led , Nor Crown'd a poor Plebeian head , Avenging Powers ! resume her back , and make me great . Which of you all , ye dreaded Sons of Earth ( Who from the Gods derive your Birth ) From Coronations wou'd not fly , Throw your unweildy Scepters down , And scorn the most Imperial Crown , For the vast Realms of bliss , that in her bosom lie . Welcome thou brightest Diadem , ●…thou wealth , Thou truest honour , fame , and health , Welcome thou only gift of Heaven ; Thou wondrous Ark that still contains The blessing of all natures pains ; Thou dear Celestial Food , in whom all sweets were given . Welcome true happiness , without allay ; Thou bright and everlasting day : Oh! may I thus be ever blest ; Thus volv'd in endless pleasures , feel My wither'd Arms around thee still ; And see my aged head grown hoary on thy breast The Inconstant . 1. NO , Flatter not , nor me more Constant call Than the false Winds that smile on all ; Because but one dear She I Love ; One that might fix those winds , and make a Statue move . 2. The quickning Sun ( who with his genial heat Nature's vast Of-spring does beget ) Is to one Object more inclin'd , Than all my Love does me to that dear Creature bind . 3. The same kind visit that he makes to day , Ten thousand times he does repay : In endless rounds , his glorious Throne Adorns one rude uncomely Globe of Earth alone . 4. But my less constant and ungovern'd Flame , Ne'er meets her twice as she 's the same : Still wandring like Columbus , I Some rich and unknown Land in that bright World descry , 5. Ten thousand Offerings to her I 've made , Ten thousand more too shall be paid : Yet I ne'er did , nor never will More than one Sacrifice to one dear Vertue kill . 6. Ev'ry embrace , and ev'ry melting kiss , Tasts of some unexperienc'd bliss : Not the first pledge of Nuptial Love Can more transporting be , than our last joys will prove . 7. The num'rous graces of her outward part Can hardly be summ'd up by Art : But when I her Soul's vertues see , My dazled sight is lost in vast Infinity . 8. There every Grace , and every Beauty dwells ; Ev'n Nature there her self excells , In her delightful charming breast , Banish'd from Paradice , an Angel might be blest . 9. A thousand sweets hung blooming on her Eye ; In ev'ry part ten thousand lie : The wise , industrious , laden Bee ' Midst all the floury Spring sinds less variety . 10. Numberless Unity ! Beauty in her One or ten thousand names will bear ; One milky way runs through the Skie , Or else Millions of Stars make up the Galaxy . 11. There as i' th' Golden age of Saturn's Reign , Does Natures first blest state remain : All things in Heavenly Order move , And like that peaceful World , compos'd of truth and Love. 12. Ev'ry sad Morn beholds me richly drest , With some new pleasure in her breast : Nor can I e'er its sweets devour From ev'ry look fresh blossoms spring , from ev'ry breath a Flower . 13. Like Spirits in the Air I boldly move , Through all the Labyrinths of Love : Here of its Gold I rob the West ; And there steal the sweet Odours of the perfum'd East . 14. All the dear business of my Life is done ; Through the whole Sex in one I 've run : And 't was indeed a happy doom To find such boundless Treasures in so little room . TO LUCINDA Fanning her self . SO the loud Tyrant of the Winds does sweep The face of Heav'n , and toss the raging Deep : Swift with stern blasts , tho undiscern'd they flie , Shaking the trembling Regions of the Sky : With equal force tho with unequal Fate , Danger and safety both at once create : Here Ship-wreck'd Vessels o'er the Rocks are spread , And burden'd Shores all cover'd with the dead ; There singing Mariners with prosperous Tide And swelling Sails into safe Harbour ride . Here mighty Cedars and vast Oaks are found Rooted in Skys , and Branch'd in wounded ground , While tender twigs by their complyance find A better Fate from the destructive wind ; Strong blasts put out the smaller sparks of fire , But make great flames with greater force aspire ; Thus the success of that fair hand 's the same , It cools thy heat , but raises up my Fame . The Resolve . BE gone fond Love ; I 'll dote no more , On the proud Nymphs disdainful Eyes ; Nor that relentless heart adore , That moves not , even when mine dies . No longer I 'll her cruel frowns sustain ; Nor roul the harden'd stone eternally in vain . Since she is deaf to ev'ry prayer , And will not my just Passion hear : No longer at her feet I 'll lie , But to some shady Desart fly : Where I 'll the listning Rocks and Mountains tell In sighs and groans , the torments that I feel . There Heaven's melodious chearful Choire Will hear my sad complaining Lyre : And while my Obsequies they sing , And in each Grove my sorrows ring : I 'll mourn my Woes in some forsaken Cave , And in the dismal shades prepare my gloomy Grave . But Tears will wear the hardest Stone , And every Vale attend my Moan ; No longer shall I beg in vain , Condoling sounds deplore my pain : Fair Eccho's tender voice will kinder be , I love my Nymph said I , — I love again says she . Parting with LUCINDA . HOld thy sweet Voice , while that commands my stay I never shall have power to force my way . So well those eloquent soft tears perswade , Thy Tongues dear Rhetorick is a needless aid ; Thy Beauty has alas ! such powerful Charms , I could for ever live within thy Arms ; Dwell on thy balmy Lips , and in thy Breast , Resign my Soul to everlasting Rest : Didst thou but know what unexpressive pains My tortur'd Soul in leaving thee sustains ; Thy tender mercy would relieve my heart , And strive to make it easier to part . How many long farewels we both have spoke ! How many kisses for the last have took ! And Oh! unless thou wilt my pains increase , Till I shall never more behold thy face ; That dear destroying flood of Sorrow , cease . Take off thy trembling Limbs ; and let me try What torments they endure , when Mortals die : Tho from thy Arms ev'ry embrace does prove The utmost force of cruelty , and Love ; If then thou wilt any true kindness shew , Pronounce the fatal word , and bid me go . My charming Sovereign I must obey ; And such an absolute Obedience pay , My heart , Oh wondrous proof ! shall cease to grieve , And all the Mass of Beauty leave : Why shouldst thou harbour such presaging fears When there 's not one ill-boding sign appears ; No threatning Storms , no gath'ring Tempests rise ; But in the heavenly regions of thy Eyes . The gentle Gales o'er the smooth Ocean move , Soft as thy dear protesting vows of Love ; Nor needst thou dread lest the now courting wind In this fair season I less constant find . Ere thrice the Sun shall reach his Azure Bed , Waving Powers recline his drooping head , With out-stretch'd wings my Saint I will pursue , Swifter than he , to his Lov'd Daphne flew : More native wealth doth this fair Breast contain Than all the ravish'd Treasures of the Main . Not so delightful was the Sacred Tree , Nor God-like Knowledge could more tempting be : Through this vast Eden , could I freely move , And stretch th' unbounded Empire of my Love ; With thee alone I had much rather fall , Than live for ever , and enjoy it all : With flaming Arms , did threatning Angels stand Ready to execute their dire Command , By Heav'ns a vengeance I with ease might die , But from thy Paradice could never fly , No my dear Charmer ; Love's mysterious Chain Ill fortune strives to separate in vain . Tho for a while we must in absence mourn , Like a well freighted Vessel , I 'll return ; My weary Bark shall in this Haven rest ; And unlade all its Treasures in thy Breast . Triumphant Sorrow then no more shall Reign ; With richest balm of Love I 'll ease thy pain ; Eternal Raptures shall thy heart surprize , And dancing joys adorn thy smiling Eyes . Panting in bliss , shall thy delightful arms Diffuse their sacred and long treasur'd charms ; Fates utmost Malice nobly we 'll subdue , And sweet revenge the sweetest ways pursue . The VISIT . WElcome , dear heart , Oh welcome to my Arms , Since thou wast Captiv'd by Lucinda's Charms ; How great a Stranger hast thou been ! 'T is now five tedious mournful years , Since thou forsookst me , drown'd in Tears : I thought , I 'll swear , I never more should thee have seen . Ten thousand thanks to thee , ten thousand more When next thou seest thy fair one , give to her , Who cou'd believe that thou wouldst come , From the bright Palace of her Breast , Where thou such sweet delights possest ; And visit the old Mansions of thy Native home . What entertainment can I give thee here ; Thee , who hast feasted on such Joys with her ? Like a bright Monarch from his Court , Thou leav'st the splendor of a Crown , And bliss , that waits upon a Throne , For the cold Winter Fields , for the dull Countries Sport. 'T was kindly done of thee , and kind of her To let thee give me one dear visit more ; So glad I am thou liv'st so well , When e'er I die ( as may it be Long before her my Destiny ) My soul shall take thy place , and there for ever dwell . Blest be the Fate , blest the propitious hand , That led thee to that fair delightful Land ! The sweetest Spice on Rocks there grows ; And fruit delicious all the year , Do loaded stems Luxuriant bear ; Around the Verdant Plains Ambrosia and Honey flows . I know , kind Visiter , thou cam'st to tell Me , all the Joys that in that bosom dwell : But there 's so infinite a store , Should Heav'n assist the bold desire , So long a time it would require , Alas , thou ne'er wouldst see thy dearest Mistris more . By Charles How , Esq WE wish for Happiness in vain , The greatest blessings we obtain Pass quick , and leave the sharpest pain ; All our hopes are Fortune's prey , 'T is long ere Sorrow finds relief ; Time from bliss flies fast away , But slowly moves with grief : Alas ! now Gloriana's gone , Life has no Charms for me , The blessing of her Sex alone , The curst from pains can free ; Her presence gives surprising Joy , But grief does those she leaves destroy , Blest with her Charms whilst others are , Her absence will prevent Despair , Ending my wretched Life and Care. By the Same . WHat Scorn appears in those fair eyes , Where native sweetness us'd to flow , If your adorer you despise , On whom will you your Love bestow ? Ah! let not your severe disdain Kill him who lives alone for you ; Inglorious Conquests they obtain , Who murder slaves they first subdue . Welcome to thirsty Fields kind showers , To chearful Birds the morning light , Returning Suns to withering flowers , To me the charming Coelia's sight . The Floods against their Streams may turn , The Gods may cease to be obey'd , But think not cruel Nymph your scorn Can quench the flames your beauty made . A SARANADE , By the same . SOft notes and gently rais'd , lest some harsh sound The fair Corinna's rest do rudely wound ; Diffuse a peaceful calmness through each part , Touch all the Springs of a soft Virgins heart , Tune every Pulse and kindle all her blood , And swell the torrents of the living Flood ; Glide through her Dreams , and o'er her Fancies move , And stir up all the Images of Love. Thus feeble Man does his advantage take To gain in sleep , what he must lose awake ; When Night and Shades shut up Corinna's Charms , Then is the proper'st time to take up Arms ; But Night and Shades her Beauties can't conceal , Night has peculiar Graces to reveal ; Ten thousand Raptures do attend this time , Too strong for Fancy , and too full for Rhime . TO MY Lord LANSDOWNE At the Imperial Camp. WHilst you are listning to the shrill Alarms Of War , pleasing your self in shining Arms ; Subduing Foes make half the World afraid , A Cause supporting which does need your aid ; Your Praise brought hither on the wings of Fame , In all the gentle Sex creates a Flame ; But such a flame as Virtue does controul , For nought but Virtue can move such a Soul As yours , where Glory has the Sovereign sway , So I without a blush this Tribute pay To that undaunted Courage , which so long Has in your race been vigorous and strong ; And as the Wool oft dipt in Tyrian dye , A Colour gains so noble and so high , Nor Time nor Art can make it lose the grain , So fix'd in you their Virtues do remain , To which so many of your own are joyn'd , The World for you no parallel can find . On the sight and Sculpture of Mr. GIBBON'S own most excellent Head , in MARBLE . By Mr. Iohnson . WHen Arts were but in Embryo , yet unknown , And Nature only kept her station : She envy'd not , nor was there cause that she , In full perfection , yet should froward be ; But when more grown , they boldly did invade Her Empire , and her State their Subject made : Promoting new designs , and pressing on , With Triumph in her imitation , Did then incens'd , her Dignity insert ; The Vanity of Science to subvert , But found success to both a servant prov'd ; She was their Mistris , and the thing they lov'd . For when Old Time his Daughter Truth unveil'd ; Whose Sovereign warmth all grosser damps exhal'd : The World in fancy , took such lofty flights As did presume to equal Nature's Rights ; Which now our happy subject will afford , Creat ●…ibbons is our Theme ; and signal word ; Bless'd in his brave endeavours , ( not inclin'd To serve Ambition , but a gen'rous mind ) And by his Birth-right prompted ; which his So●…l To gain , does all his fortive heat controul . The Ages Glory , and our Nations Pride , In Foreign Courts , with wonder magnifi'd . The Sun which lends the inferiour Orbs their light , Fame's Horizontal Line , and point of sight ; View him but in one , his Statue-head , You 'll find him there , in all , by Nature led ; Who seems ennobled by a secret Flame , His zeal , to Sacrifice to her great Name : For which , if ever she has yet been known To love , or doat on any , he is one . That sure Minerva adds her Deity , To Crown his Genius with that Mistery : Which is so well improv'd by his bold hand , That all the Graces wait on his command . So strong , yet soft ; so easie , yet not tame ; Look but on Nature , it appears the same , If not to Art a debtor , for each grace , The Magnes of a well resembled face : Strictly correct ; but in a careless dress , With Freedom great , and not in Action less . Choice and select ; and in its order new ; As if it Govern'd Sense , and Motion knew ; Would yield to touch , or wou'd to speech go on , Striving to imitate perfection : Repleat with wonder , not to be conceal'd ; Time has not ceas'd , but Miracles reveal'd : Hold then , my Muse , thy Accents sound but weak , To teach thee skill , thy wants theStone will speak . The Denial . GOOD Heavens ! what shall I do ? My Service was before too hard , And now I want a stronger guard , E'en my own heart is turn'd a Rebel too . Like Travellers , when long They have some distant Nation known ; The Treach'rous Foot forgets its own , And learns a cruel , barbarous foreign Tongue . Still when I call it home , Her cold Dominion it prefers , And answers in no speech but hers ; Cries , No , 't is all in vain , I will not come . Kissing his Mistris . NAy , my Lucinda , give not o'er , There yet remains a thousand more , And endless is thy Heavenly store . The gentle Subsidy we laid , Must Ev'ry day be justly pay'd : Till then , if I cease kissing thee , May I , this moment , cease to be . These loft endearments Nature chose , Free from all succeeding woes . Thus , harmless murm'ring Turtles Love , And Bill , and Cooe , in every Grove . Thus the chaste industrious Bees , Of pregnant Shrubs , and spicy trees ; The Virgin sweetness still devour ; Yet fragrant stands , the blushing flower , This lovely odoriferous Cell , ( Round which the Ruby Portals swell ) Does more delicious Nectar fill , Than can Hyblean Hives distill . Thus press'd , their d●…vine Liquors flow ; And thy chaste Lips more balmy grow : Thus may we ever , ever wast Those precious sweets , that ever last . Despair . WHat shall I do to learn some powerful Art , That can dissolve her Marble heart ? It does so hard appear , The mighty General of War , Cut out his long unbeaten way , Where Mountains upon Mountains lay ; And melted frozen Rocks with lesser pain Than I for her have suffer'd , and yet all in vain . The wretched'st Miser never kept his Gold , ( Tho he does that as precious hold ) In Chains so strong as she Bars up that fatal Treasury . Obdurate Walls and Pillars are More soft and penetrable far , Than her hard Breast , cold as the freezing North , Where Nature nought but Snow , and Christal Ice brings forth . Sure the Infernal Adamantine gate Where guilty Souls are kept by Fate , Can't be more fortifi'd With massie Bars than she 's with Pride ; So firm and wondrous strong in her , The weakest part does still appear ; It almost seems a work of lesser pain . To leap the mighty Gulph , and Heav'n by force obtain . Cruel injustice ! her destructive Cave Lets none return but to the Grave : And as that dreadful door , When once 't is shut ne'er opens more ; So she has acted Deaths hard part , And let her Breast take in my Heart , Which now in vain alas ! must ever burn In fiercest flames of Love ; and ne'er return . To Lucinda . AH cruel Nymph ! how canst thou punish me To such a barbarous degree , For the same crime that you Your self as often do ; And yet unjustly go unpunish'd to ! I tortur'd am , because I can't remove My fatal irresistless Love : Yet you confess you wou'd Love me too , if you cou'd ; But cannot make your heart do what it shou'd . 'T is hard indeed , our Passions to command , And Fate 's Almighty Power withstand ; But yet 't is just and fit , Seeing you merit it , To the same punishment you should submit . Such Conqu'ring charms adorn that beauteous face In ev'ry Feature 's such a grace , To me 't would harder prove , My Passion to remove , Than 't would for you to be more kind , and Love. Embracing his Mistris . NOw , I can scorn the splendor of a Crown , And laugh at the dull pomp of vain Renown ; The toil of Arms and the litigious Gown . How hateful the rude acclamations are ! The vile , unjust , unlearn'd unpeaceful Bar ; The noise of Triumph , and stern din of War. How worthless are the sands of Tagus Shore , The richest orient Pearls , and all the store Of glittering Pebbles , or Barbaric Ore. This costly Jewel higher value yield●… : A surer basis of bright glory builds , Than proudest gaudy Courts , or Martial Fields . No greater blessing could to Mortal fall : I now methinks am Caesar , Croesus ; all That we can happy , or delightful call . Had the great Conqu'ror reach'd the British Shore , And his Victorious Arms had triumph'd o'er This World of Bliss ; — he ne'er had wept for more . Bless'd far beyond the state of busie crowds , My lofty head , like towring Atlas shrouds Its airy top , amidst aspiring Clouds . Oh maist thou ever thus supported be , While thus my humble , suppliant , bending knee Bears up the Universal Globe , in thee . The Unalterable . NO , Dearest ! never fear ; I 'll always be Faithful , as Heav'n to dying Saints , to thee : No Fate shall e'er divide The Sacred knot our Souls have ty'd : My heart shall prove as constant to my Fair , As others to their Mistrisses unconstant are . Not all thy Sexes Charms shall tempt me more , I 'll ever thee , and Heav'n for thee , adore ; Content with my bless'd Fate , Despise the Worlds vain Pageant state : And since the Gods no greater bliss can send , Like Twins we 'll both our lives together end . Thy Sex , alas ! is a false Lottery , Where thousand Blancks for one small Prize we see : Scarce can th' unerring Gods Direct our choice 'gainst such odds ; And since kind Fate gave me so vast a Lot , who 'd hazard the rich Gem , so hardly got ? If e'er I should from thy bright charms remove , From thy dear Constancy , thy fervent Love ; And feel the proud disdain , With which your Sex rewards our pain ; Good Heavens ! what might avenging fury do ! Curse thee , as well as them , for being Woman , too . TO CORINNA Excusing himself for not Loving her . 1. PArdon , thou brightest Star throughout our Skies ! Thou charming Idol of adoring Eyes ; Pardon the barren soil , if Beams Divine From such a Heav'n of Beauty dein To cast their sacred influence ; yet shine Upon the bare unfruitful Land in vain Long with unwearied toyls , my heart has strove , To bear the fertile gleab of grateful Love : Long have I laboured to obey The Righteous Laws of his imperial sway : But still we strive in vain ; for lo The bright Lucinda long ago In mystic charms has trod the sacred round ; And now behold ! the Fairy ground , To ev'ry Tillers hand is barren found . 2. Condemn not me , but our too cruel Fate That let such Beauty charm my eyes too late : I was alas ! a wretched Bankrupt made , Before my first great debt of Love was paid : She charg'd me with so vast a score , That still I 'm bound to her for more : And if I must compound with you , For less than is your due ; The starving indigent for pity save , Who such a fatal Judgment gave To one , who never will release her slave . 3. Did not that Monarch , Love , still rule alone , Thou shouldst have half dominion in her Throne ; By all the World she can't be dispossest ; Nor will admit a Rival in my Breast : So absolute my lovely Sovereign's grown ; Not only all my power , but will is gone . For notwithstanding the sad pain , That I for her dear sake sustain ; Would she her self unkindly part With the least Atome of my conquer'd heart , I sooner could a separation make 'Twixt Soul and Body , than that License take . 4. Goe , fair Corinna , with thy Beauty goe , And shew thy pow'r o're some unvanquish'd Foe : Such bright inflaming charms can't choose But win a heart where there 's a heart to lose . Mine had thy willing Victim been , Had it not first that Heavenly Creature seen , There I beheld a fatal Conqueror Whose Beauty had not only power To gain the Battel , and my heart sudue , But keep the Victory for ever too . 5. Urge not the greater Happiness that I Might in your Passion more than hers enjoy ; The calmest seasons , and the sweetest rest , In any other Breast , Would be far worse to me than the dread forms Of Ruin , Death , and wild devouring Storms , Within the Radiant Zone of her delightful arms . But oh ! The blustring Winds can only fly , Round the low Regions of that starry Sky ; The mild favorian gentle Air Is always bright , serene and clear , Within the Glorious Orb of that Celestial Sphere . Alas ! the very Miseries and Pain , Which my afflicted heart did long sustain ; So much the mighty power of Love can do , Were then my sweetest pleasures too : Not all the blessings wich kind Heav'n can give , Or Man from thence receive , Can more delight , more happiness create Than I , for her dear sake , Could in my utter Ruin take ; If Love were the kind cause of our destructive Fate . 6. Blame not my Passion , nor condemn my Zeal , Could my heart speak , 't would greater thoughts reveal ; Those secret Transports I should then relate , That raise my Soul above a Mortal state . Hadst thou as happy as I been , And that fair Creature in her blooming Beauty seen : In all her Grace and Majesty , Before she ruin'd it for me ; Ev'n thou too would'st confess Th' effects of such a cause could not be less . Nature erected her delightful Arms , So wondrously adorn'd with heav'nli'st charms , That like Herculian Pillars , they might shew Th' admiring World she can no farther go : But with Pigmalion , stand her self amaz'd 〈◊〉 At the stupendious Form her joyful hand has rais'd . 7. What service would I pay ! what wondrous Love ! Should I not so ungrateful prove To that Terrestrial Angel , who below , Does such a Glorious Image shew , Of Saints eternal Faith , and Innocence above ; Or could there an Exchange in Passions be ; What recompence would I return to thee ! With fervent Zeal from an unbounded heart , Sould noble Friendship act a Lovers part . Nay , now methinks I have so great a sense Of all thy Love and Excellence , That even that dear she , Who 's more than all the World to me , Alas ! hardly two grains more than thee . For tho I love you less , That Passion does as much express : For if in Love , as in Religion , The Gods accept the Will alone ; No Martyr ever dy'd With greater zeal than I have liv'd . Thee , kind Corinna , I adore As much as e'er I can , and I Love her no more : TO LUCINDA . GO on , Fair Maid , persist in your disdain , At the first stroke my heart was slain : And all your Pride and Scorn can do no more , Than what your frowns have done before . Tho like first Atoms which compounded thee , This wretched Body mangled be ; When Life 's departed , with all sense of pain ; You , the dead Carcass wound in vain . When threatning Comets burn ; no small disease On the Contagious World does seize . Devouring Plagues with livid ruin wast The spotted Race of Man and Beast , Nor do thy eyes portend a milder doom , Where'er their fatal beams o'ercome . When from those raging Stars one frown you dart It 's able to destroy the stoutest heart . The Captive . WHat shall I do to give my soul some rest ? This cruel barbarous Tyrant , Love , Now it has got possession of my breast , Will never from its Throne remove . I must , alas ! the sad disease indure , Whose raging pain , no sov'reign Balm can cure . At first it lodg'd in my unwary eyes ; And like a slave obey'd my Will : But streight did the proud Basilisk surprize That seat of Life , it soon will kill . O'er my whole Form th' Imperial Viper reigns , And spreads its poison through my burning veins . When it invaded first my lab'ring heart , To stop the fatal Course I strove ; And gave away the dear infected part , To her , whom more than that , I love . Now sure , thought I , for ever from my Breast Is banish'd that unkind disquiet Guest . But all my pleasing hopes , alas , were crost : As disarm'd Patients feel the pain Of the same Limb they many years have lost , My Torment still returns again : And now I find it is increas'd so high , 'T will ne'er leave me , till I leave that , and die . The Command . NO , no ; bold heart , forbear ; rather than speak , Thou shalt with pain and silence break ; My Passion 's rais'd so dangerously high , Thou must for ever speechless lie : On Penalty of a worse death , Use not the least complaining breath ; But silent as the Grave , with all thy Sorrows dye . Alas ! shouldst thou begin , what tongue could tell The raging pangs of Love I feel ? More Torment ev'ry dismal hour does bear , Than thou couldst in an Age declare . Great sorrows overwhelm the tongue ; And wouldst thou do me so much wrong , To let her know by halves , what I endure for her ? ON LUCINDAS Singing at CHURCH . TEll me no more of soft harmonious spheres ; Or Syrens voices that enchant our ears : From her sweet tongue such tuneful ' Musick springs , Angels might cease while the bright Charmer sings . Hark how the Temples sacred Roof rebounds , With warbling Ecchoes , and seraphic sounds ; Methinks the well-pleas'd Gods themselves attend To hear a Heav'nly voice from Earth ascend . Delighted Saints , move from their Mansions there To be partakers of our Pleasures here . Pleasures so charming that they plainly prove What entertainment we shall find above . Such Beauteous Forms , Elysian Fields adorn ; And such sweet notes awake the Morn . Cease , dull Devotion , cease ; we need no more , The sacred Deities , for Heav'n implore . While thus her voice wounds the Melodious Air , Our Souls must think themselves already there . No humane tongue could ever entertain The Divine Powers in so divine a strain : Nor does she glorifie the Gods alone ; For while she sings Heav'ns Praises ; she sings her own . The Convert . VVHen first I saw Lucinda's face , And view'd the dasling glories there ; She seem'd of a Diviner Race , Than that which Nature planted here . With Sacred Homage down I fell , Wondring whence such a Form could spring : Tell me , I cry'd , fair Vision , tell The dread Commands from Heav'n you bring . For if past sins may be forgiven ; By this bright Evidence I know , The careful Gods have made a Heav'n , That made such Angels for it'too . Vicissitude . VVHo that ere Fortune's Trait'rous smiles has try'd Can hope for any constant Bliss In such a faithless World as this ; Or in the surest promises of treach'rous Fate conside ? The tott'ring Globe turns with the rolling Spheres , And the same Motion may be seen Concentric too , from us within ; Exalted now with Hopes , and then depress'd with Fears . Eternal Change revolves with ev'ry day : The most Triumphant Glorious Crown , Is in a moment tumbl'd down ; And shrines of burnish'd Gold to mouldring Earth decay . Ev'n I , my self , who would not change the Fate Auspicious Stars ordain'd my Birth , With any Mortal Man on Earth ; Midst all my joys can't boast of a much happier state . When my Lucinda smiles , no Prince can be , So blest on his Imperial Throne : But if she chance to dart a Frown , The wretched'st Slave alive's an Emperour to me . The CURE worse than the DISEASE . AS they , whom raging Feavers burn , Drink cooling things for ease , Which make a fiercer heat return , And heighten their disease : In hopes to cure my tort'ring pain , A worse Experiment I found : Running upon the Sword again , That gave me first my wound . The Denial : HOld , hold ; my dear Destroyer , hold ; I do confess I was too bold : My violent Passion rais'd so high , That , in the mighty Transport , I , Feeling my troubled Breast so full , Let my tongue speak the language of my Soul. Stop , dearest , stop that fatal breath ; Presaging Omens bode my Death : Tho I would give my Life to hear That charming voice which now I fear ; As Criminals expect their doom . I wish to know , but dread the Fate to come . THE Royal Canticle , OR , THE SONG OF SOLOMON , CANTO I. Sponsa . JOyn thy life-breathing Lips to mine , Thy Love excells the Joys of Wine ; Thy Odours , oh how redolent ! Attract me with their pleasing Scent . These sweetly flowing from thy Name , Our Virgins with desire enflame : Oh! draw me , my Belov'd , and we With winged feet will follow thee . Thy Loving Spouse at length great King Into thy Royal Chamber bring . Then shall our Souls intranc'd with joy In thy due Praise their Zeal employ , Thy celebrated Love recite , Which more than rosie Cups delight . Who Truth and Sacred Justice prize , To thee their hearts shall Sacrifice ; You Daughters of Ierusalem , You Branches of that Holy Stem ; Though Black in Favour , I excel ! , Black as the Tents of Ismael ; Yet Graceful as the burnish'd Throne , And Ornaments of Solomon ; Despise not my discolour'd look From the Enamour'd Sun I took . My Mothers Sons envy'd my worth , And swoln with Malice , thrust me forth ; To keep their Vines in heat of day , While ah ! mine own neglected lay . More Lov'd than all of Humane Breed , Oh tell me where thy Flocks do feed ! Where rest they ? in what graceful shade When scorching Beams the Fields invade ? Why should I stray and turn to those , Thy seeming Friends , and real Foes ? Sponsus . Oh! thou the fairest of thy Kind , I will inform thy troubled mind . Follow the way my Flocks have led , And in their steps securely tread : Thy Kids feed on the faithful Plains Beside the Sheep-cots of our Swains . Thou Love , art like the Gen'rous Steeds Which Pharaoh for his Chariot breeds ; Harness'd in rich Caparisons . How shine thy Cheeks with sparkling Stones ! That vie in Beauty with thy Tears : Thy Neck the Oceans Treasure wears . I will a Golden Zone impart , Enamell'd with a bleeding heart . Sponsa . While he the Prince of Bounty Feasts And entertains his happy Guests : My Spikenard shall perfume his hair , Whose Odours fill the ambient Air : All night his Sacred head shall rest Betwixt the Pillows of my Breast . Not Myrrh new bleeding from the Tree So accetpable is to me ; Nor Camphire Clusters when they blow , Which in Engeddi's Vineyard grow . Sponsus . Thy Beauty , Love , allures my sight And sheds a Firmament of Light ; In either sits a Silver Dove So mild , so full of artless Love. Sponsa . Thou , oh my Love ! art fairer far , Thou , as the Sun , I , but a Star ; Come my delight , our pregnant Bed Is with green buds and Violets spread ; Our Cedar Roofs are richly gilt , Our Galleries of Cypress built . CANTO II. Sponsus . I Am the Lily of the Vale , The Rose of Sharons fragrant Dale . Love as th' unsully'd Lily shews , Which in a Brake of Brambles grows : My Love so darkens all that are By erring Men admir'd for fair . Sponsa . Love , as the Tree which Citrons bears Amidst the barren Shrubs appears , So my Belov'd excells the Race Of Man in ev'ry wining Grace : In his desired Shade I rest , And with his fruit my Palate feast : He brought me to his Magazines , Replenish'd with refreshing Wines , And over me a tender Maid , The Ensign of his Love displaid ; With Flagons , oh ! revive my Powers , And strow my Bed with Fruits and Flowers ; Whose taste and smell may cordial prove , For , oh ! my Soul is sick of Love : Beneath my . Head thy left Arm place , And gently with thy right embrace . Sponsus . You Daughters of Ierusalem , You Branches of that Holy Stem ; I by the Mountain Roes , and by The Hinds that through the Forrest fly , Adjure you that you silence keep , Nor , till he call , disturb his sleep . Sponsa . Is it a Dream , or do I hear The voice that so delights mine ear ? Lo he his steps o'er Hills extends , And bounding from the Cliffs descends : Now like a Roe outstrips the Wind , And leaves the well-breath'd Hart behind ; Behold , without my dearest stays , And through the Casement darts his Rays . Thus as his words his Looks invite , Oh! thou the Crown of my Delight . Arise my Love , My fair one rise , Our bliss with every Minute flies , Lo the sharp Winter now is gone , Those threatning Tempests over-blown ; Hark how the Airs Musicians sing , The Advent of the flowry Spring : Chast Turtles lodg'd in shady Groves , Now murmur to their Faithful Loves . Green Figs on sprouting Trees appear And Vines sweet smelling Blossoms bear : Arise my Love , my fair one rise , Our bliss with ev'ry minute flies : Oh thou my Love , whom Terror locks Within the Crannies of the Rocks : Come forth , now like thy self appear , And with thy voice delight mine Ear ; Thy Voice is Musick , and thy face All conquers with transcending Grace : Approach and timely rescue make , These Foxes , these young Foxes take , Who thus our tender Grapes destroy , Our present hope and future Joy. I am my Loves , and he is mine , So mutually our Souls combine . He whose affection words exceeds , His Dear among the Lilleis feeds . Until the Morning paint the Skie And Nights repulsed shadows flie . Return to me my only Dear , And with the Morning-Star appear , Run like a youthful Hart upon The tops of lofty Lebanon . CANTO III. Sponsa . STretch'd on my restless Bed all Night , I vainly sought my Souls delight , Then rose , the City search'd , no Street , No Corner my unwearied feet Untrodden left , yet could not find The only comfort of my mind ; The Watch , and those that walk't the Round Me in my Soul's Distraction found , Of whom , with Passion I enquir'd , Saw you the Man so much desir'd ? Nor many steps had farther past , But found my Love , and held him fast ; Fast held , till I , the so long sought Had to my Mothers Mansion brought , In that adorned Chamber laid Of her who gave me Life I said , You Daughters of Ierusalem , You branches of that Holy Stem , I , by the Mountain Roes , and by The Hinds which through the Forrest flie , Adjure you that you silence keep , Nor , till he call , disturb his sleep . Chorus . Who 's this whose feet the Hills ascend From Desarts , leaning on her Friend ? Who 's this that like the Morning shews , When she her Paths with Roses strews ? More fair than the replenish'd Moon , More radiant than the Sun at Noon ; Not Armies with their Ensigns spread Display such Beauty mix'd with dread . Sponsa Behold the Bed he rests upon , The Royal Bed of Solomon , Twice fifty Soldiers that excell In Valour , Sons of Israel ; So dreadful to his Enemies , Their Swords well mounted on their Thighs ; His Person guard from the affright And Treasons of concealing Night : King Solomon a Chariot made With Trees from Lebanon convey'd ; The Pillars Silver , and the Throne With Gold of Indian Ophir shone , With Tyrian Purple ceil'd above , For Sions Daughters pav'd with Love ; Come Holy Virgins , oh come forth , Behold a Spectacle of worth : Behold the Royal Solomon High mounted on his Glorious Throne ; Crown'd with the Crown his Mother plac'd On his smooth Brows with Gems inchac'd ; At that solemnized Nuptial Feast , When Joy his ravish'd Soul possest . CANTO IV. Sponsus . HOw fair art thou , how wondrous fair Thy Dove-like Eyes in Shades of Hair ! Thy dangling Curles appears like Flocks Of climbing Goats from Gileads Rocks : Thy Teeth like Sheep in their return From Chison , wash'd and smoothly shorn ; None mark'd her Barren , none of all , But equal Twins at once let fall ; Thy Cheeks like Punick Apples are Which blush beneath thy flowing hair : Thy Lips like threads of Scarlet show Whence Graceful Accents sweetly flow , Thy Neck like Davids Armory , With polish'd Marble rais'd on high ; Whose Wall a Thousand Shields adorn By Worthies oft in Battel born ; Thy Breasts two twins new wearied show , There grazing where the Lillies grow ; Untill the Morning paint the Sky , And Nights repining Shadows flie : I to the Mountains will retire , Where bleeding Trees Perfumes expire . My Spouse , let us at length be gone , Leave we the fragrant Lebanon : Look down from Amana , look down From Shemis top , from Hermons Crown , From Hills where dreadful Lions raye , And from the Mountain-Leopards Cave ; Thou , who my Spouse and Sister art , How hast thou ravish'd my sick heart ! Struck with one glance of thy bright Eyes , One hair of thine like Fetters ties : Thy Beauty Sister is Divine , Thy Love my Spouse more strong than Wine : Thy Odour's far more redolent Than Spices from Panehea sent , Thy Lips winh Honey-dew o'er-flow , Thy Breasts celestial Milk bestow ; Thy Robes a sweeter Odour cast Than Lebanon with Cedars grace 't ; My Love my mutual Vows assur'd , A Garden is with strength immur'd . A Christal Fountain , a clear Spring , Shut up , and Seal'd with my own Ring , An Orchard stor'd with pleasant fruit , Pomegranate Trees extend their Roots , Where sweetly smelling Camphire blows And never-dying Spikenard grows , Sweet Spikenard , Crocus newly blown , Sweet Calamus and Cinnamon . Those Trees which Sacred Incence shed , And Tears of Myrrh perfume our Bed. Sponsa . Those livings Springs from thee proceed , Whose Rills , our Plants with moisture feed , Like those clear streams which issue from The Fountain , fruitful Lebanon : You cooler Winds blow from the North , You dropping Southern Gales break forth , On this our Garden gently blow , And through the Land rich Odours throw . CANTO V. Sponsus . MY Spouse , my Sister thou who art The Joy and Treasure of my heart ; I to my Garden have retir'd , Reap'd Spices which perfumes expir'd : Sweet Gums from Trees profusely shed On dropping Combs of Honey fed ; Drinks Mornings-Milk and new-press'd Wine , Oh friends who like desires combine . Eat , drink , drink freely , nor remove Till you be all inflam'd with Love. Sponsa . Altho I sleep , my Passions wake , For he who call'd thus sadly spake ; My Spouse , my Sister , thou more mild Than Gall-less Doves , my undefil'd ; Oh let me enter , Night hath shed Her dew on my uncover'd head , Which from my drenched Locks distills While freezing Snow my Bosom fills ; Can I assent to thy request , Disrob'd and newly laid to rest ? Shall I now cloath my feet again , And feet so lovely wash'd distain ? But when I had his hand discern'd Benumn'd with Cold , my Bowels yearn'd , I rose , nor longer could defer T' unlock the door , persum'd with Myrrh ; But ah ! when open'd , he was gone But whither , by no foot-step shewn , The Watch , and those that walk't the Round In this pursuit th' afflicted found , Smote , wounded , and prophanely tore The Sable Veil my Sorrow wore . You Virgins of fair Solyma , I charge you , if you see him , say That I his Spouse am sick of Love , And with your Tears his Pity move . Chorus . Oh thou of all thy Sex most fair ! Can none with thy belov'd compare ? Doth he so much our Love transcend , That we should him alone intend ? Sponsa . Loe in his face the blushing Rose Joyn'd with the Virgin Lilly grows : Among a Myriad he appears , The chief that Beauty's Ensign bears ; His head adorn'd with burnish'd Gold , Which curles of shining hair infold ; Black as Ravens shining Wings , His eyes like Doves by Christal Springs ; His Cheeks with Spice and Flowers compare , His Lips like Roses dropping Myrrh , His hands the wandring Eye invites , Like Rings which flame with Chrisolites ; His Belly polish'd Ivory Where Saphires mixt with Coral lye , His Legs like Marble Pillars plac'd On Bases with pure Gold inchas'd , His looks like Cedars planted on The top of lofty Lebanon . His Tongue the Ear with Musick feeds , And he in ev'ry part exceeds . You Daughters of Ierusalem You Branches of that Holy Stem , Such is my Love and Praises Theme . CANTO VI. Chorus . FAir Virgin parallell'd by none , Oh! whither 's thy Beloved gone , Direct our forward Zeal , that we May joyn in his pursuit with thee . Sponsa . I to my pleasant Garden went , Where Spices breath a fragrant scent ; There gather'd Flowers feasts in the shade , On beds of bruised Spices laid ; I am my Loves and he is mine , So mutually our Souls combine . He whose Affection Speech exceeds His Dear , among the Lillies feeds . Sponsus . Not Regal Tirza Israels Delight , thy Beauty Love excells : Not thou Divine Ierusalem That art of all the World the Gem Nor Armies with their Ensignes spread Display such Beauty mix'd with red . Oh turn from me thy wounding eyes , In every glance an Arrow flies . Thy shining hair appears like Flocks Of climbing Goats from Giliads Rock , Thy Teeth like Sheep in their return From Chison , wash'd and smoothly shorn , Nor mark'd for Barren , none of all But equal Twins at once let fall ; Thy Cheeks like Punic Apples are , Which blush beneath thy flowing hair . They boast of many , Queens great store , Of Concubines , and Virgins more , Than can be told , my undefil'd Is all in one the only Child Of her fair Mother , and brought forth To shew the world an unknown worth . Queens , Virgins , Concubines beheld , Admir'd , and Bless'd th' unparallell'd . Chorus . Who 's this who like the Morning shews , When she her path with Roses strews ; More fair than the replenish'd Moon ; More radiant than the Sun at Noon ; No Armies with their Ensignes spread At once such Beauty , Fear , and Dread . Sponsa . I to my pleasant Garden went Where Nutmegs breath a fragrant scent , To see the Gen'rous Fruits which grac'd The pregnant Vale with Gems inchac'd . To see the Vines disclose their Gems And Granates blossom on their Stems : When unawares and half amaz'd Methought my ravish'd Soul was rais'd Up to a Chariot swift as winds , Drawn by my Peoples willing minds , Chorus . Return fair Shulamite , return To us who for thy absence mourn ! What see you in the Shulamite ? Two Armies prevalent in Fight . CANTO VII . Sponsus . OH Princess ! thou than Life more dear , How beautiful thy feet appear ; When they with purple Ribbands bound , In Golden Sandals print the Ground ; Thy Joynts like Jewels which impart To wondring Eyes the Workmans Art. Thy Navell's like a Mazer fill'd , With Juice from rarest Fruits distill'd ; Thy Belly 's like an heap of Wheat With never fading Lillies set : Thy Breasts two Twins new wearied show , Which fell at once from one fair Doe ; Thy Neck an Ivory Tower displays , Thine Eyes do shine with equal Rays . Like Heshbons Pools by Bathrabim , Where Silver-Scaled Fishes swim . Thy Nose presents that Tower upon The top of Flow'ry Lebanon , Which all the pleasant Plain Surveys , Where Abana her Streams displays : Thy Head like Carmel cloath'd with shade , Whose Tresses Tyrian Fillets bray'd . The King from Cypress Galleries This Chain of strong Affection tyes : How Pleasant , oh ! how exquisite Thy Beauty 's fram'd for sweet delight : Thy Stature's like an upright Palm , Thy Breasts like Clusters dropping Balm . I will ascend the Palms high Crown , Whose Boughs victorious Hands renown ; And from the spreading Branches Root Will gather her delicious Fruit. Thy Breasts shall like ripe Clusters swell , Thy Breath like new-pull'd Citrons smell ; Choice Wines shall from thy Palate spring , Most acceptable to the King ; Which sweetly shall descend , and make The Dumb to speak , the Dead to wake . Sponsa . I , my belov'd , am only thine , And thou , by just Exchange , art mine . Come let us tread the pleasant Fields , Taste we what Fruits the Country yields ; And in the Villages repose When shades of Nights all forms inclose , Then with the early Morn repair To our new Vineyard , see if there The tender Vines disclose their Gems ; And Granates blossom on their Stems : Then where no Frosts our Springs destroy Shalt thou alone my Love enjoy . How sweet a smell our Mandrakes yield , Our Gates with various Fruits are fill'd . Fruits that are old , Fruits from the Tree New gather'd , all preserved for thee . CANTO VIII . Sponsa . OH ! had we from one Mother sprung , Both at her Breasts together hung , Then should we , meeting in the street , With unreproved Kisses greet , And to my Mothers House conduct , Where thou thy Sister should instruct . Then would I spiced Wines produce , And my Pomegranates purple use . Thy left Arm for my Pillow plac'd , And gently with thy right embrac'd . You Virgins born in Sion's Towers , I charge you by the chief of Powers , That you a constant Silence keep , Nor till he call disturb his Sleep . Chorus . Who 's this whose Feet the Hills ascend From Desarts leaning on her Friend . Sponsa . I , my belov'd , first raised thee From under the Pome-Citron Tree . Thy careful Mother in that Shade With Anguish her fair Burden laid . Be I , oh thou my better part , A Seal imprest upon thy heart : May I thy Fingers Signet prove , For Death is not more strong than Love ; The Grave not so insatiate As Jealousies inflam'd Debate . Should falling Clouds with Floods conspire , Their Waters could not quench Love's Fire ; Nor all in Natures Treasury The Freedom of Affection buy . We have a Sister immature That hath no Breasts , as yet obscure . What Ornaments shall we bestow When Mortals her Endowments know . Sponsus . On her , if strongly built to bear , We will a Silver Palace rear , Or if a Door to deck her Fume , We 'll Leaves of carved Cedar frame . Sponsa . I am a firm Foundation For my belov'd to build upon . My Breasts are Towers , I his Delight , His Object and sole Favourite . Sponsus . Late in Baal-hamon Solomon Let forth his Vineyards ev'ry one For Fruits and Wines , there yearly made A thousand silver Sheckles paid . Sponsa . This Vineyard , this which I possess ; With diligence I daily dress ; Thou Solomon shalt have thy due , Two hundred more remain for you Out of the Surplus of our Gains Who in our Vineyard took such pains . Sponsus . Oh! thou that in the Garden liv'st , And life-infusing Counsel giv'st To those that in thy Songs rejoyce , To me address thy cheerful Voice . Sponsa . Come , my belov'd ! Oh , come away ! Love is impatient of Delay , Rume like a youthful Hart or Roe On Hills where precious Spices grow : The last Parting of Hector with Andromache and his Son Astyanax , when he went to assault the Grecians in their Camp ; in the end of which Expedition , he was slain by Achilles . HEctor , tho warn'd by an approaching Cry That to Troy Walls the conqu'ring Greeks drew nigh , One Visit to his Princess makes in haste , Some Daemon told him this would be his last : But her he ( pressing thro' the crowded streets ) Neither at home , or in the Circle meets , Nor at the Altars , where the Royal Train Made Prayers and Vows to angry Powers in vain She , half distracted with the loud alarms ( Aslyanax came in his Nurses Arms ) Runs to a Turret whose commanding height Presented all the Battel to her sight , Advancing Grecians , and the Trojans flight . Here Hector finds her with a Lovers Pace , She flies , and breathless , sinks in his Embrace : The Nurse came after , with her Princely care , As Hesperus fresh : promising , and fair , Hector in little , with paternal Joy He blest in silent Smiles the lovely Boy . Andromache come to her self again , Pressing his hand , did gently thus complain : My dearest Lord , believe a careful Wife , You are too lavish of your precious Life : You formost into every danger run , Of me regardless , and your little Son. Shortly the Greeks , what none can singly do , Will compass , pointing all the War at you . But before that day comes ( Heavens ) may I have The mournful Priviledge of an early Grave : For I , of your dear Company bereft , Have no Reserve , no second Comfort left . My Father , who did in Cilicia reign , By fierce Achilles was in Battel slain : But yet his Arms that Conqu'rour not spoil , But paid just Honour to his Funeral Pile : Wood-Nymphs in rows of Elms have planted since A poor memorial of a powerful Prince : Seven Brothers who seven Legions did command , Follow'd their Father's Fortune by his hand . My Mother too , who after them did reign , With a vast Treasure was redeem'd in vain ; For she soon clos'd her Empire , and her Breath , By Wretches last good Fortune — sudden death . Thus Father , Mother , Brothers , all are gone , But they seem all reviv'd in you alone . To gain you , those Endearments I have sold , And like the Purchase if the Title hold . Have pity then , here in this Tower abide , And round the Walls and Works your Troops divide . Just now the Greeks , by both their Generals led , Ajax , Idomeneus , Diomede , With all their most experienc'd Troops & brave , Three fierce Assaults upon the out-works gave ; Some God their Courage to this pitch did raise , Or this is one of Troys unhappy days . Hector reply'd , all this you 've said , and more I have revolv'd in serious Thoughts before . But not my Foes upon that Plain I fear So much as Female Men and Women here ; For they , if I should once decline the Fight , Will call wise Conduct Cowardise and Flight ; Others may methods chuse the most secure , My Life no middle Courses can endure . Urg'd by my own and my great Father's Name , I must add something to our ancient Fame ; And in Troys Cause engag'd , I cannot fly , With it will conquer , or must for it dye : But yet some boding Genius does portend To all my Pains an unsuccessful end , tend ? For how can man with heavenly Powers con - The day advances with the swiftest pace , Which Troy and all her Glories shall deface , Which Asia's sacred Empire shall confound , And these proud Towers lay level with the ground : But all compar'd with you does scarce appear When I presage your case I learn to fear , When you by some proud Conqu'rour shall be led A mournful Captive to a Master's Bed. Perhaps some haughty Dame your hands shall doom To weave Troy's downfal in a Grecian Loom . Or lower yet , you may be forc'd to bring Water to Argos from Hiperius spring ; And as you measure out the tedious way , Some one shall , pointing to his Neighbour , say , See to what Fortune Hector's WiFe is brought , The famous General that for Ilium fought : This will renew your sorrows without end , Depriv'd in such a day of such a Friend . But this is Fancy , or before it I Low in the Dust will with my Country lye . Then to his Infant he his Arms addrest , The Child clung crying to his Nurses Breast , Scar'd at the burnish'd Arms and threatning Crest . This made them smile , whilst Hector doth unbrace His shining Helmet , and disclose his Face ; Then dancing the pleas'd Infant in the Air , Kiss'd him , and to the Gods conceiv'd this pray'r : Iove , and you heavenly Powers , whoever hear Hector's Request with a propitious ear , Grant , this my Child in Honour and Renown May equal me , wear and deserve the Crown : And when from some great Action he shall come Laden with hostile Spoils in Triumph home , May Trojans say , Hector great things hath done , But he 's obscur'd by his illustrious Son. This will rejoyce his tender Mothers heart , And sense of Joy to my pale Ghost impart . Then in the Mothers Arms he puts the Child , With troubl'd Joy in flowing Tears she smil'd . Beauty and Grief shew'd all their pomp & pride Whilst the soft Passions did her Face divide . This melted Hecto●…'s stubborn Courage down , But soon recovering , with a Lover's Frown , Madam , says he , these Fancies put away , I cannot dye before my fatal day . Heaven , when we first in our vital Breath , Decrees the way , and moment of our Death . Women should fill their Heads with Womens Cares , And leave to men ( unquestion'd ) Mens Affairs . A Truncheon sutes not with a Ladies hand , War is my Province that in chief Command . With humble Majesty the Queen withdrew , Does with long wishing Eyes his steps pursue : All sad she to her Cabinet returns ▪ And with prophetick Tears approaching Evils mourns . Then tells all to her Maids , officious they His Funeral Rights to living Hector pay ; Whilst forth he rushes through the Gate , Does his own part , and leaves the rest to Fate . To the late KING , at King's Colledge . I. VVHen Greatness from its Throne and State To inferiour Mortal condescends , Its Zeal does heighten , not abate , Of Subjects it makes humble Friends . What can't rise higher , whilst it like Heaven complies ! By condescending thus does seem to rise . II. Soin first Monarchs heavenly strain Did Father through the King appear , They did by double Title reign , And Duty did the work of Fear . The Loyal-Subject-Brethren only strove Who should run swiftest in the Race of Love. III. Would giddy Faction then redress With equal Guilt and Impudence , Sad Grievance ! their own happiness Traytors to gratitude and sense . Giants indeed rebellious Standards bore , But Pigmeys ne're did Heaven invade before . IV. Thanks to their rage , it makes us know How well our Prince is lov'd and loves ; Thus shades bright Colours better show , And Fear fruition oft improves . Fresh Joys we feel , still fresh Devotions pay , Your Life is one long Coronation-day . Cupid arm'd , A-la-modern . I. TIr'd that the Insolence of Love Made me a Butt for every dart , And my tame Patience more to prove , Would make his Quiver of my Heart : At last by War my Fortune I would try , And in the Bed of Honour nobly dye . II. By a new regular design My heart all Wound I fortify'd , A●…●…fe retrench'd within my Line , H●…●…d Artillery defy'd . 〈◊〉 angry God would his lost Slave regain , 〈◊〉 summon'd Shaft , and sterm'd my heart in vain . III. Till taught by a fair cruel Dame His useless Bow away he throws , Takes the new Engines sraught with Flame , Which Mars discharges on his Foes , Against my Heart does a strong Batt'ry raise , And furiously from Celia's he plays . IV. So soon so large a Breach they make , So far they certain Ruine send , That Celia Heaven it self might take , Nor could Iove his own Breast defend . How then , alas ! can a weak heart , like mine , Storm'd by such Charms , but without terms resign . An Ode , in Imitation of Pindar , on the Death of the Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Ossory . I. WHat strains at sacred Pisa's spring , The Swan that often sung with tuneful breath To his inchanting Lyre , did sing Of God , of Hero , or of Heaven-born King , With Verses cheaply purchas'd , tho by death : Or rather ( since to a pious Hero we , Iust , tho late Oblations bring ) What Tears the Muses Prophet Royal shed On Saul's anointed Head , And thought a Crown poor recompence for a friend : When by a power miraculous he ( The power of Faith and Poetry ) Upon the Clouds an Interdict did lay , And bid M●… Gilboa To rear his ●…aked Back●…●…ch'd to the angry sky : Such Such Numbers Priestesses of fame inspire , Such Ossory does deserve , & Ormond such desire ; Such Flanders bloody Plains , and Mons , and British Seas require . And ye Poetick Candidates of Fame , If you would build a lasting Name , This Subject choose ; as the dark Womb Of the old Prophets Vital Tomb Could Life restore , so Ossory's . Life can give , And by his Genius many an Age even this dead Verse shall live . II. Then tell , ye Heavenly Sisters , ye can tell , ( For we below In the dark Vale of Hearsay dwell , And nothing know ) Tell when great Ossory's enlarged Shade Through Heavens Arch his Triumphant Entry made , How noble Brutus ancient Race ( To shew peculiar Worth peculiar Grace ) Rose up and offer'd the first place . Tell how the sainted Hero ( whom The pious Tales of Fabulous Rome Greater to make have almost nothing made ) Embrac'd his Successor ; and swear None worthier did his Mystick Ensigns wear . Tell how the Nymphs that with soft silver oars Ply round th' Ebude's , & cold Mona's shores , Or the Seas Oracle , the Mouth of Thames , The noble Shanons , or short Liffy's streams , Their Guardian did lament , and tear Their sea-green Hair , This second grief to great Pans death th' afflicted Nymphs did hear . Bid sad Iuverne raise a Monument As Teneriff high , wide as her Isles extent . Bid her be sure her Title prove , Left her pretence as fabulous seem as lying Crete's to Iove . III. Nature with her Commission brisk and gay , When the blest Earth saluted new-born Day , And the Worlds Eye , the youthful Sun , Unspotted with ill Sights the race did run , Profuse , in Birds and Flowers her art did show , She painted then the gawdy Bow : But most in Man , ( whom we her Abstract call ) She of the precious stuff was prodigal : Her Kings but few removes from Iove , her Princes Heroes all . But now ( so sparingly that seed is sown , The soyl spent , or she covetous grown , Or Vice hath spoil'd the Strain , or Fate Hath given the World for desperate ) Sh' hath shrunk the short dimensions of a Man , And to an Inch reduc'd our Span , A Number , an inglorious Rout , Faint Shadows of our Ancestors , alas ! we stalk about ! If by some mighty effort she Produce at last one Ossory . ( Like Stars which in our Hemisphear Gaz'd at , half known , strait disappear ) So late he enters , so soon quits the Stage , He leaves a Nation desolate , and quite undoes the Age. IV. Early young Ossory enter'd Vertues race , Swiftly began , yet still encreas'd his pace ; And when no other Rival he could find , Strove with himself , and left himself behind . With confirmed Steps t' his Prince he went Into a noble Banishment , The Country then of all was excellent . But sure the Stars and Fortune have Small influence on the vertuous and the brave ; Ev'n Poison turns to wholsome meat , By Vertues strong digestive heat . The more with Hercules Stepdame Iuno strove , The more she prov'd the mighty Seed of Iove . The Policy of * ●…iber and the ‖ Arne , The Courtship of the Seine & Marne . What solid serious the sage * Hebre hath , And Germany of ancient Faith , With British Gallantry 〈◊〉 Did in the Chymic Furnace of his Mind A high Elixir make , than each more precious and refin'd . V. As when that Annual Chaos , Winter , flies , Whilst the soft Pleiades do mount the Skies , And Philomel to Western Gales does sing The Advent of the Heaven-born Spring , Such Joy blest Charles did to his Subjects bring . Then many a Hero whom no storms could shake , Who from his sufferings did new Courage take , Dissolv'd in the soft Lap of Pleasure lay , As Ice , the Winters Child , in Summers day Is by the amorous Sunbeams kiss'd away . But not so Ossory , christalliz'd his Mind Fortune adverse did brave , disdain'd her kind . Not Amoret to the Alcove , Or Park the conscious Mart of Love , Not so t' a Princes Levee with first light , Hasts an aspiring Favourite , As you where honourable danger lay , And to the Temple of high fame did mark the craggy way . VI. Go , thy winged Chariot , quickly Muse , prepare , Lo , a vast Fleet consumes the Eastern Air ; Base Hollanders Great Britains Rights invade ; See what Returns for Liberty they made ! Viperous Brood ! but Vipers we do find Bely'd ; Ingratitude is proper to Mankind . Embarque i' th' Ship where Ossory goes , To check the Parricidal Foes : Not as the Grave Venetian takes his way , With many a Barge , and many a Gondola ; Whilst painted Bucentore in state does move , And to the Adriatick Maid makes Love. As Iove he comes to th' Theban Dame , Dreadfully gay with light'nings pointed flame : Unhappy they who to his Embraces came , One would have thought t' have heard his Canon roar , Aetna were torn from the Trinacrian Shore ; And freed Typhaeus a new War did move Against the upper and the nether Iove . The Nereids trembled in their watry Bed , In the Isles roots they hid their Head , And ( like the Hollanders ) agast from their own Guardian fled . VII . But narrow is one Element , Compared to a well form'd Souls extent ; Narrow the starry Firmament . Fate brings ( to keep the balance of the Age ) With Monsters equal Heroes on the Stage : The Western Sultan powerful grows , A Torrent , all things overflows ; But Mons in bloody Characters his fatal limits shows . You check'd the Monarch in his full Career , Fierce Luxemburg wondred , and learn'd to fear ; Alas ! he knew not Ossory was there . Sad the ripe Harvest of his Fame he yields , The Harvest of so many bloody Fields . To merit such a Conquerour long he grew And gather'd Laurels to be worn by you ; Cursing just Heaven , dropping with bloody Sweat The sad remains withdraws of his Defeat , And more than all his Victories he values this Retreat . VIII . Great Excellence oft proves dangerous to the State , A Comet Vertue when hung out by Fate To it self and others ruine does create . But silent he , yet active as the Day , Born to command , and willing to obey . Nature to him the happy temper gave , All-kind he was as prosp'rous Love , Gentle as Venus gentlest Dove , In fight beyond a fancied Hero brave . Thou Virgin Mother-Church , which now dost ride The swelling Surges of a double Tide , Safe only because dash'd on either side , O what a Friend now in thy day Hath Fate in Ossory snatch'd away ! And ye who holy Friendship do adore , His equal you will never see , before You Ossory shall in Heaven rejoyn , ne're to be parted more . IX . Accursed Fever , Deaths * sharp-poisoned Dart , Accursed Fruit , accursed Earth , Which to the fatal Tree gave birth ; What Mine of strange confusion have you laid In the most regular Breast that ' ere was made ! Those Eyes , from which swift Lightning once did part , To melt the temper'd Steel , or harder Heart , Like wasting Mecors now portend With blood-shot Beams his own approaching end . The Seat where Honours Records lay , Where was design'd the Fall of Africa , ( Scarce Heavens Decrees more firmly set than they Like Parchments in the Fire now shrunk away Those * Purple Waves , which like the Nile From his undiscover'd Head Health and fresh Honours on its Soil did shed , And bid all Egypt smile ; Now with V●…suvian waves scorch all their way , And to the * King o' th' little World a Mortal Tribute pay . X. Injustly we accuse the Sovereign Law , Which all things to their proper place does draw . Full ripe for Heaven he spurn'd the Earth , The monumental seat of miscall'd Birth . No Art , no Violence , can controul ( Though on it Ossa you , and Pelion roul ) Th' ascending motion of a Heaven-born Soul. His Fever like Elias fiery Carre , ( Whilst the sad Prophets mourn him from afar ) Kindled his Funeral Pile into a Star. Others may praise the Feats of mortal breath , But I the opportunity of Death . He saw not popular Fury threat the Stage , Nor Epidemick Madness seize the Age. He liv'd not till his Wreaths did grow Wither'd and pale upon his Brow , As Pompey and great Scipio . Few , Heavens choice Favourites , the priviledge have , To bring their Fame untainted to their Grave . Who the wild Passions knows of humane kind , Fortune and false Mortality This truth will find , When wanted most and best belov'd , 't is happiest then to dye . The Piscatory Eclogues of Sanazarius . The first Eclogue entituled Phillis . By Mr. Tate . Inscrib'd to Dr. Conquest . O Cou'd my lab'ring Muse a Verse impart Bright as thy Wit and gen'rous as thy Heart , Such Numbers Conquest ( if such Streins can be ) May with Success describe thy Art and Thee . Artist and Friend , in Thee compleat appear , Of Soul and Converse both so frank and clear , That we scarce prize the Health you give , so dear . Unbend thy Care a while , and with Delight Hear what thy own Apollo did indite To Sanazarius on Sebethe's Shore , Nor seems t' have blest the Mantuan Shepherd more . Indulge the Youth , who from the Hills first brought The Muses down , and Arts of Fishing taught ; Who made the briney spreading Coast his own , And without Rival wears his Samphire Crown . Lycidas and Mycon . Lyc. AS late without the help of Sail or Oar I tided in my Fish-boat to the Shore , Where shoals of Mullet with each Flood repair , With doleful Cries the Ravens fill'd the Air , The Seamews percht upon the Rocks complain'd , The Dolphins from their wonted sport refrain'd , The day drew on that for such Rites did crave , In which we left dear Phillis in the Grave . The day that to cold Earth did Phillis give , And ( Wretches ! ) yet we yet endure to live . The Drudgery of Life we yet sustain , Pylemon's self hopes yet to taste of Joy again . My. The same befell me coasting here along , The Choughs joyn'd Notes as in a Funeral Song ; Even they her Obsequies would celebrate , They sung her Praises and bewail'd her Fate . Lyc. Ah , dearest Mycon ! when that precious Breath Expir'd , how lovely was the Pomp of Death ! I saw , and in my Fancy see her now , Stretch'd on the Bier , with Garlands on her brow , What Hands ! what faded Cheeks did I survey ! Eyes clos'd in Night that were the life of Day : Yet Grief not dash'd these wretched Limbs the while , Against the Rocks , nor hurl'd me on her Pile To burn with her dear Reliques , happy pain ! Nor pitying Tritons plunge me in the Main . Myc. Yet Lycidas , this Lot we must prefer To that ignoble Fate that threatned her . The Grave to Zycot's smoaky Cell has charms , And Deathless rugged than Amyntas Arms. Think , Lycidas ! how wou'd your Passion brook , On some bleak Rock to see her cast the Hook : Or in some Tempest-beaten Cavern set , Fitting new Corks . and darning the torn Net. No , rather let your Muse adorn her Hearse : And now the Season claims your sacred Verse , Repeat some charming strain , ( much heretofore Your Love inspir'd ) and since , your sorrow more . Here let us sit , th●…se Sands are soft and dry , And lo●… the Winds and Waves attentive lye . Lyc. What numbers I conceiv'd upon the view Of this fair Tomb ( as last to shore I drew ) I shall repeat , while you with pious Care Bestow these Myrtles , mix'd with Cypress there . My. Take dear Remains , these Treasures of the deep , Remov'd from Thetis Bed with thee to sleep , Amber and Coral , Pearls and Shells that vye In Colours with the Pageant of the Sky . Now for your Song : the Mornings work is o're ▪ And Mylcon's come to dry his Nets on Shore . Lyc. Ye Goddesses that in these ●…loods reside , What secret Cell will you for me provide , Where I may grieve , yet none behold my Grief , What wilt thou , Glaucus , do for my Relief , What Herbs wilt thou prescribe whose potent juice An equal Wonder may in me produce ? Amongst your s●…nny People I would rove , And change my shape to loose my hopeless Love. What have I here to do by Phillis left , Of past Delights , and future Hopes 〈◊〉 ? What Charms can Earth produce , what Reason give , That this forlorn abandon'd Wretch should live ? Or can it e're account for half my Pain , To stretch on Sedge , and view the rowling Main , Or breath my Griefs to this cold Tomb in vain ? Are these , O Venus ! these my waited Joys , My Bride , and promis'd Race of cheerful Boys ? What cruel Pow'r with Phillis did convey , My Rest , my Life , and Hope , Life's Life , away ▪ Now for expected Bliss , without Relief Eternal Night succeeds , eternal Grief . These Arms prepar'd her blooming youth to fold , Till both by unperceiv'd Degrees grew old . For these Delights , behold a marble frame , For Phillis now is nothing but a Name ! Ne're seen but when with overweening Brain I catch at her in Dreams , and Wake to Pain . What Region dost thou bless , what Land or Sea , Where shall I take my Course in search of thee ? For thy dear sake the populous Town did please , Now thou art gone Mankind is my Disease . The solitary Rocks and Desart Shore Are now my Joy ; and when the Billows roar When in their Sheds my Brother-Fishers sleep , That time I chuse to launch into the deep . Farewel all Lands , the tempting Syrges swell , Ev'n thou that hold'st my Phillis Urn , farewel : But first to raging Waves with pious Care I sacrifice my Phillis Tomb to spare . With Presents then the Monument I grace While dancing Sea-Nymphs consecrate the Place , Gently , ye Floods , the sacred Shrine embrace . But thou , whatever Seat thou dost possess , Whether the starry Regions thou dost bless , Or angle where Elisian Currents glide , Or rob th' enamell'd Borders of their Pride , For wreaths that thy more lovely Locks divide , O! speed our Toils , and condescend to be The Fisherman's propitious Deity . Calm Tides and ever plenteous Shoals allow , Nor Venus shall be more ador'd than thou . Seven days with grateful Wine the Seas we 'll dye , Our Boats and Nets in sacred Ease laid by . Mean time , this Verse I 'll to thy Tomb impart Which from next Rocks some Brother of the Art ( While there he shrouds his Tackle from the rain , Shall sighing read , yet read and sigh again . My. O Lycidas ! how charming is thy strain ! So Halcyons mourn , and dying Swans complain ; So may thy flood-nets speed to thy desire , And Sands yield Shell-fish when the Floods retire : But see the Sun shines yet with vig'rous Ray , As if your Song had stopt him on his way : I therefore beg you would repeat the strain , Such Notes fresh Charms by Repetition gain : Lyc. No Mycon , let my Grief have respite here ; Force not the wretched to repeat their Care. What now I sung was my own Tragedy , And breathless Lungs no further Voice supply ; My Cheeks with Tears are wet , my Tongue with Sighs is dry , Yet Mycon , these , at some less solemn time , I 'll sing again , and Numbers more sublime , If Phillis for a Muse inspire my Rhyme . Till then her Monument these Lines shall wear , Which as he coasts along , the Mariner Shall read and say , 'T was Lycidas did frame These Distichs , worthy of his Nymph and Flame For as his Phillis did all Nymphs excell , None ever lov'd like him , nor ever sung so well . But hark , the Mates for your Assistance call , Their loaded Net endangers Boat and all . Haste Mycon , haste to their Relief , while I By this dear Tomb as cold and silent lye . 'T is Flood , yet all your Hooks are still to bait , Your Weels all floating still for want of weight . The second Eclogue . By the same . LYCON ON the remotest Angle of a Rock , Whose jetting sides the foaming Syrges mock , A Precipice with Samphire ever green , Whose Root at lowest Ebb is never seen , Where Boat ne're pitch'd , and Net was never thrown , The poor despairing Lycon sat alone : And while his Mates with treacherous Lights betray The wand'ring Shoal , and drag to shore their prey , He meditates all-night upon his Grief , While neither Shades nor Verse afford Relief . How long , O Galatea ! shall I lye In Pangs of Death , without the pow'r to dye ? Presents , with thee no favour will obtain , And Pray'rs that move the angry Gods , are vain . Must I , unpitty'd , on bleak Rocks reside , Out-sigh the Winds , out-swell with Tears the Tide ? Behold how all-things now in silence sleep , The Whale , with all his Subjects of the Deep ; The Winds , the very watch-lights of the Sky , And nothing wakes , but my Despair and I. Despair ! and , alas ! must ever wake , For Galatea will no pity take : Yet once my form Praxinoc did move , And Polybeta's Daughter sought my Love : Ev'n fair Aminta's Wife did sigh in vain , The fairest Bride that ever grac'd a Plain . Why name I these ? the very Nymphs o' th' Sea Disdain not from the Deep to call on me : Fair Hyale her self to shore repairs To bear a part in my melodious Airs ; Whose Charms in shiv'ring Tritons breed desire , And midst the Waves sets Neptune's Breast on fire . But what avails all this to ease my Pain , If Galatea still unmov'd remain ? If she alone of all the beauteous Throng , Refuse my Love , and only scorns my Song . A thousand Oysters of the pearly sort , The very same that garnish Thetis Court , I sent my Nymph , cull'd out from all my store , And for to morrow have a thousand more . Lobsters and Scollops in salt Nooks I hide , Where they are wash'd by each returning Tide : These by no mastick Tree are drop'd upon , Nor feel the Influence of the waining Moon . Nay , I can dive for Tyrian Fish , — And so You 'll say my Brother Fishermen can do : But I have learn'd the subtle Mystery , The Shells to supple , and extract the Dye . A Tod of finest Wool I have at home , More soft and white than any Billows Foam : Which once a Shepherd tending of his Flock , And ravish'd with my Musick from the Rock , With noble Commendation did impart ; On this I mean to exercise my Art. Yet nothing is by Galatea priz'd , My Gifts , my Love , my Muse , are all despis'd . Fond Passion go , some other Youth inspire , For Lycon's Fate prevails above your Fire . Perhaps my Love presumptuous did appear Because the Boat is little which I steer , 'Cause to the Drag and Spear I put my hand , Bring weight to th' Weels , and help the Net to Land. What else at first was Father Glaucus Trade ? Who now a watry Deity is made . What shall I do ? my thoughts have long enclin'd To cross the Ocean , and out-sail the Wind : To ransack Seas unknown to Sailers yet , And where no Fisher ever drop'd a Net. Beneath the Bear , where Seas to Rock combine , Or where the Ocean burns beneath the Line ; Where Spring it self is Russet , Beauty Black , And Skins of Beasts made Parchment on their Back : The Sun ( would you believe ? ) just o're your head , Is more in compass than a Net can spread . I rave , I rave , and slatter my Despair , No Region can relieve a Lovers Care : Mix'd with the Blood th' incurable desire , ●…ursties th' infected Wretch , through Floods and Fire . From drenching Rain to season'd Sheds we run , To dewy Grotto's from the scorching Sun , Safe under Creeks we lye when Tempests rave , From Love there is no shelter but the Grave . Then Lycon take Advantage of this Steep , To plunge thy self and Griess into the Deep . ●…is now resolv'd : you Nymphs that know my Grief , Ye Sea-born Nymphs afford your last relief ; O savour what you can my desperate Fall , Your gentlest Waves to my Assistance call , On your soft Bosoms let me yield this Breath , My Life was painful , give me gentle Death . In times to come , my dying Thought forebode : Whatever Ship shall chance to pass this Road , The Master , when this Point he shall discern , Shall hoarsly cry , Luff , Lu●… , Mate turn the Stern . Steer any Course , make any Port beside , But shun the Coast where wretched Lycon dy'd . Thus did the Fisherman all night complain , And scarce had told the Floods & Rocks his pain , When rosie Morning , like a rising Bride Beheld her Blushes in the glass-green Tide . The third Eclogue . By the same . Celadon and Mopsus . FOr seven continu'd days the Winds were high , So Aegon tells , nor is he us'd to lye , While you with Chromis and Iolas lay Confin'd to th' Rocks : then gentle Mopsus , say , How there you past the vacant hours . I know you were not unemploy'd so long ; Then tell me , Mopsus , what was play'd and sung . Mopsus . O Celadon ! the Muses watch'd their Time , And forc'd us , in our own defence , to Rhyme . In vain we saw the Cray-fish creep below , And Samphire o're our Heads securely grow ; For who could then the boist'rous Tide sustain , Or on the Rocks in such rough Winds remain . Our very Boats lay hous'd as well as we , And on our Sculls and Ripp-hooks you might see Our Drag-nets hang , Weels , Lines , confus'dly laid Corks , Plummets , Grapples , all the Fishers trade . Chromis at last that jetting Point survey'd , Where broken Tides a foaming Eddy made : From thence ( O cruel Banishment ! ) said he , Our noblest Youth , and Flow'r of Italy , Sail'd with their royal Chief through Seas unknown . And landed on the Borders of the Rhone . Amylcon , I remember , term'd it so , And saw the boundless Ocean ebb and flow . From whence the British Mountains you might spy , Though scarce to be distinguish'd from the Sky . Upon this wondrous Beach ( if Fame speaks true ) The Fishers use no Netting , as we do ; But at low Water , ready to their hand , Find Fish left flouncing on the naked Sand : Enough , enough , Iolas then replies , Call not the Tears a-fresh into our Eyes . Poor Lycidas all this sad Tale , and more , At large repeated on the Lucrine shore . The Sun , whom we upon the longest Day Suppose to set behind Cajeta's Bay , He there saw trav'ling on beyond the Main , And swears he thought he ne're could be o'retane . Then barb'rous names of yet more barb'rous men , He sung , too hard for me to speak again . Nor are my present Thoughts enclin'd to roam , Possest with other Cares , and nearer home . If therefore , Chromis , you have ought that 's new , Since Nisa tortures me , and Chloris you , Let 's sing , and while we mutually complain Mopsus , your Pipe shall heighten either strain . Upon my Neck the reedy Pipe was hung , Then Chromis thus , and thus Iolas sung . Chromis . Bring me the richest Presents of the Seas , Ye gentle Nymphs , my Chloris to appease : If still she 's coy , search , search through all the Main , For Earth has none , a Medicine for my Pain . Iolas . You cannot , sure , my last Request deny , Let Nisa now relent , or see me dye . These Rocks I for a Monument shall have , And in the Ooze of their deep Roots a Grave . Chromis . As you have seen a Summer Pinnace glide In all her trim , and smoothly cut the Tide , Whose jocund Youth above the Decks appear , So past my Life while Chloris held me dear . Iolas . Hark , hark , what dreadful Thunder rends the skies ! See how the foaming Billows fall and rise : The Earth is shook , the rocky Coast divides , You 'd swear 't were now a storm . 'T is Nisa chides . Chromis . O Proteus , Proteus ! Shepherd of the Tide , Now prove thy self a God , and scourge this Pride , Thy Monsters lead to Chloris pearly Bed , And say , All these with scornful Nymphs are fed . Iolas . Beneath you sea-mark is my Nymphs Retreat , Dive Glaucus , bring her from her Coral-seat ; And least she should refuse , good Glaucus say , Your Nets have brought to shore a noble Prey . Chromis . Cypress is Venus Joy , Iove's Island Crete , Fair Samos Iuno 's , Lemnos Vulcan 's seat . Here Hyale resides , let her appear , Crete , Cyprus , Samos , Lemnos , all are here . Iolas . Hymetton with Minerva's Choice is crown'd , Phaebe no place like fair Ortygia found : Of Nisa's Cell did they the Pleasures see , Phaebe and Pallas wou'd her Rivals be . Chromis . These very Rocks yield Harvest , Osiers grow For Weels above , for Panniers , Reeds below . O were but Hyale or Chloris by , How cou'd I there these wrangling Winds defie ! Iolas . Nor Sea nor Shore without my Nymph I prize , I hate my Nets , and all my Art despise : Yet let my Nisa smile , I bless my Fate , And would not quit my Boat to rule a State. Chromis . Let Sinuessa larger Turbat boast , And Shoals of Mullet the Herculean Coast , Parthenope of beauteous Nymphs has store , Fix there my Boat , I 'll seek no other shore . Iolas . The Sarge seeks streams , to Rocks the Gramples creep . Rhans lye in Shallows , Sturgeons in the Deep . All day and night I sigh by Nisa's Court ; Fix here my Boat , I 'll seek no other Port. Mopsus . These Notes beneath the Rock they did perform , With Musick sweet enough to cease a Storm ; And as they reach'd each other in their Lays , I gave them equal Gifts , and equal Praise . To one the shell where Tyre's rich Tincture lies ; A Branch of Coral was the other's Prize . PROTEUS . ●…logiue the fourth . Inscribed to ●…erdinand of Arragon , Duke of Calabria , Son of Frederick King of Naples . By W. Bowls , Fellow of Kings-Coll . Cambridge . NOw first with bolder sails I tempt the Main , Parthenope deserves a loftier strain ; To fair Parthenope , O Nymphs , we must , And our dear Country's Honour , now be just . O then ye Nymphs , who in these Floods delight , Indulge one Labour , and direct my slight . But Thou , great hope of thy illustrious Line . Thy Country's Pride sprung from a Race divine ' Whether o're Pyrenaean Frosts thou go , And Mountains cover'd with eternal snow , And the wild Tempests of the warring sky Prefer to the best Plains of Italy ; Or envious Iber does our hopes oppose , Return , and happy make thy Peoples Vows : Tho Arragon thy Arragon with-hold , And Tagus rowling o're a Bed of Gold With all his liquid Wealth would buy thy stay , Return , and our wish'd Happiness no more delay ! For , if the God that fills my Breast foreknow , Parthenope shall to thy Scepter bow , Parthenope , usurp'd by foreign sway , Shall with new joy her rightful Prince obey . Oh! may swift time the happy Period bring , And I loud Paeans to thy Triumph sing ! Mean while a lower Muse indulgent view , Which I the first with bold design , and new , Leaving th' Arcadian Fields , and vocal Plain , In triumph bring down to thy subject Main ; And on the neighb'ring Rocks and sounding shore , A newer Scene present , and untry'd Seas explore . What Port , what Sea , so distant can be found Which Proteus has not blest with heavenly sound ? Him Prasid●…mus , and Melanthius knew , For all the God appear'd to mortal view ; On great Minerva's Rock the God appear'd , And charm'd with Verse divine his monstrous Herd . While Phoebus sunk with the declining day , And all around delighted Dolphins play . For lo ! he sung — — How Earth's bold Sons , by wild Ambition fir'd , Defy'd the Gods , and to Celestial Thrones aspir'd . Typhaeus first with lifted Mountains arm'd , Led on the furious Van , & Heaven it self alarm'd . How Prochyte among the Stars he threw , And from their Bases torn huge Islands flew , And shook th' Aetherial Orbs : the Pow'rs above Then first knew fear ; not so Almighty Iove : He with red Light'ning arm'd , and winged Fire , Replung'd the Rebels in their native Mire . All Nature with the dreadful Rout resounds , They fled , and bath'd in Baian springs their burning Wounds . On the scorch'd Earth the Foot-steps still remain , And the sulphurous Springs a fiery taste retain . He sung Alcides , and his noble Toil , His glorious Triumph , and his wondrous a Pile , Which does the Fury of the Waves sustain , Confine the Lucrine , and repell the Main . Next the Cumaean Cave , and Grove relates , Where anxious Mortals throng'd to learn their Fates : The raving b Virgin , and her fatal Page , Her more than mortal Sounds , and sacred rage , And that sad Vale , unvisited by day , Where bury'd in eternal night c Cimmerians lay . But thee , d Pausilypus , he gently blames , And sweetly mourns thy inauspicious flames , Concern'd for lovely Nesis , Ah too late ! Oh stay rash man ! Why do'st thou urge her fate ? She , wretched Maid , thy loath'd embrace to shun , Does to steep Rocks and Waves less cruel run ; Not the dire Prospect can retard her flight , Or gaping Monsters from beneath affright . Oh stay ! and reach no more with greedy hands , See! to a Rock transform'd thy Nesis stands . She who so swift with the first dawn of day , ●…ng'd o're the Woods , & chas'd the flying Prey , See! her wing'd 〈◊〉 th●… wonted speed refuse , And her sti●… Joynts their nimble motion loose . O 〈◊〉 , and all the Nymphs below , To so much Beauty just Compassion show ! If pity can a●…ect your happy state , O visit Nesis , and lament her Fate ! He sung how once the beauteous * Syren sway'd , And mighty Kingdoms the fair Nymph obey'd ; Describes the lofty Tomb , which all adore : Then tells how loosing from their native Shore , By all the Gods conducted , and their Fate , ‖ Eub●…ans sounded that auspicious State. Then sung th●… rising Walls and Tow'rs , whose height Is lost in Clouds , and tir●…s the fainting sight . What mighty Piles from the capacious Bay , And hidden Pipes th' obedient Springs convey : And that proud Pharos , whose auspicious light Informs glad Sailers , and directs their sight . And how beneath the gentle Sarno ●…lows , In Verse as smooth as that , and high as those . He ●…old , and swee●…ly rais'd his Voice divine , How a Me●…saeus , lov'd by all the Nine , Immortal Virgil saw ; the God-like Shade Bequeath'd that Pipe , which so divinely play'd . 〈◊〉 flying from her Lovers Arms , And 〈◊〉 Fate , and young Alexis Charms . ●…ed by the Muse b , he mounts the starry Skies , And all the shining Orbs above deseries . Why should I speak of Syrens , or relate Their 〈◊〉 Songs , and the pleas'd Sailer's Fate ? Or , how in mournful Strains he did r●…count , The dir●… Eruptions of the burning c Mount , When with swift ruine , and a dreadful Sound , Vast Floods of liquid Fire o'rewhelm'd the Country round . ●…ast Battels and their various chance , he sings The great Events of War , and Fate of Kings ; And thee , a whom Italy bewails , the best , By Fortunes Rage , and angry Gods opprest , Strip'd of thy Kingdoms , and compell'd to fly , And on uncertain hopes and Gallick Faith relye . Oh Treachery of humane Power ! forlorn , And last by Death condemn'd to a precariousUrn . How vain is Man ! and in what depth of night The dark Decrees of Fate are hid from mortal sight ! Could'st thou , who potent Kingdoms did'st command , Not find a Tomb but in a foreign Land ! Yet mourn not , happy Shade , thy cruel Fate ; The loss is light of that superfluous State. Nature provides for all a common Grave , The last Retreat of the distress'd and brave . Thus he From the first Ages and Heroick Times Deduc'd in order his mysterious Rhymes . Charm'd by his Song , the Billows ceas'd to roar , And loud applause rung through the silent shore : Till the pale Moon advanc'd her beauteous Head , And all the Gods sunk to their watry Bed. Ode for an Anniversary of Musick on St. Cecilia's Day . By Mr. Oldham . I. BEgin the Song , your Instruments advance , Tune the Voice and tune the Flute , Touch the silent sleeping Lute , And make the Strings to their own Measures dance ; Bring gentlest Thoughts that into Language glide , Bring softest Words that into numbers slide , Let ev'ry hand and ev'ry Tongue To make the noble Consort throng , Let all in one harmonious Note agree To frame the mighty Song ; For this is Musick 's sacred Iubilee . II. Hark how the waken'd strings resound , And break the yielding Air ! The ravish'd sense how pleasingly they wound , And call the list'ning Soul into the Ear. Each Pulse beats Time , and ev'ry Heart With Tongue and Fingers bears a part . By Harmony 's entrancing Pow'r When we are thus wound up to Extasie , Methinks we mount , methinks we tow'r , And seem to antidate our future Bliss on high . III. How dull were Life , how hardly worth our care , But for the Charms that Musick lends ! How faint its Pleasures would appear But for the Pleasure which our Art attends ! Without the sweets of Melody To tune our vital Breath , Who would not give it up to Death , And in the silent Grave contented lye ? IV. Musick 's the Cordial of a troubled Breast , The softest Remedy that Grief can find , The gentle Spell that charms our Care to Rest , And calms the ru●…led Passions of our Mind . Musick does all our Joys refine , It gives the relish to our Wine ; 'T is that gives Rapture to our Love , And wings Devotion to a pitch divine ; 'T is our chief Bliss on Earth , and half our Heav'n above . Chorus . Come then with tuneful Throat and String The Praises of our Art let 's sing ; Let 's sing to blest Cecilia's Fame , That grac'd this Art , and gave this Day its name ; While Musick , Wine , and Mirth , conspire To bear a Consort , and make up the Quire. The twentieth Ode of the second Book of Horace . I. HOw an unusual , but strong Wing does bear Th' amphibuous Poet thro' the liquid Air. I no more time on Earth will waste , But soaring above Envy , haste To leave the proudest Cities , that shall lye The humble Objects of my mounting Eye . I that am just taking Wing From no common Parents spring ; Mecoenas , no , My Blood to nobler Veins I owe. That purple Stream of everlasting Life that ne're shall flow Into the Stygean Lake below . II. Now , at this Instant , now I find About my Legs a black rough Skin is twin'd , Whilst all above I grow A Bird as white as Snow ; With new-born Plumes on hands , and Shoulders I Do mount on high , Clad with a bright Galaxie . Swifter than Icarus I cut the yielding Air , But make no settl'd Journey there ; The way my various Fancy likes I keep , And fly o're all the Wonders of the Deep . The groaning Bospharus I hear With an astonish'd ear . The Lybian quick-sands I espy , That make me tremble as I fly , More than the northern Magazenes that hold Winters eternal stores of hoarded cold . Sanaz. Ep. on Venice . By Mr. Charles Hastings . WHile Neptune in the Adriatick saw Proud Venice stand , and to the Floods give Law , If thou Tarpeian Tow'rs , great Iove , said he , Prefer to these , and Tyber to the Sea , Both Cities view , and you will grant this odds , That Rome was built by Men , but Venice by the Gods. The Rape of Philomel . A Paraphrase of Ovid's sixth Book . By Mr. Andrews . WHen Tereus was with conquering Lawrels crown'd , For Men , and Wealth , and Parentage renown'd ; Pandion thought that none could fitter prove To be the Partner in his Daughters Love : But Iuno frown'd , and Hymen turn'd awry , The Graces smil'd not on their nuptial tye , For the dire Sisters with a Funeral Brand Did light their Joys , and round their Curtains stand . The fatal Bird of Night did cross their way , And all around unhappy Omens lay . Thus did they meet , and thus ( alas ! ) enjoy The wish'd for Blessing of a smiling Boy : Whilst the fond Thracians , in a general Cry , Give Thanks to Heav'n for this new Progeny ; And as the Wedding day , the Princes Birth They consecrate to universal Mirth . Five years expir'd , the flatt'ring Progne prest Her inauspicious Lord in this Request : If thou hast any Love for Progne's Name , For her chaste Joys , or for her spotless Fame , I do coniure thee , grant that I may be So happy my lov'd ●…ister once to see , I 'll fly to her , or she shall come to me . As for her stay my Father may complain , But tell him she shall soon return again . Grant this succeeds but well , and I implore At your just hands , ye sacred Pow'rs , no more ? The King fulfils her Wish , and strait commands His Ships to Sea , for Athens bound : he lands At length upon the wish'd Pyrean Sands . From whence conducted , he Pandion meets , Who with kind welcome his Arrival greets . The Thracian King does Progne's suit relate , And oh presage which still attends his Fate ! For he no sooner could his story tell , But see the bright , the dazling Philomel , Rich as the Sun in all his radiant Fire , But richer far in Beauty than Attire , A Beauty that might all the Gods inspire . So have I heard the Sylvan Nymphs of old , The Woods enamell'd with their shining Gold ; As oft you 've seen a stubble straw or Fern Catch from a Fire which none of us discern , So at this sight his vigorous Breast became The burning Center of an amorous Flame . Hot in his Nature , all his Blood boyl'd high , Red were his Cheeks , & sparkling was his Eye , At this new World of a Divinity . Resolv'd t' enjoy her , 't is his first Intent To bribe her Woman and her Confident ; And the chaste fair one too , if Gifts would down , Tho at the costly purchase of his Crown . But if those means were vain , 't was then decreed , By Rape and Force the Tyrant would succeed , Rather than lose her all the World should bleed . Oh! what are men when thus by Passion driven ? What do they fear on Earth , in Hell , or Heav'n ? Impatient of delay , and rack'd with pain , He now recites his Wives Request again ; And tho at first in her behalf he sues , Now for himself the Suppliant only woos ; And by his Zeal most eloquent does prove , ( For Eloquence does still attend on Love. ) And often as he spoke what Love inspir'd , He said it was the thing his Wife desir'd ; Whilst hudling Tears did seem to run a race O're the smooth Carpet of his treacherous Face . Oh ye Eternals ! what a gloomy Cloud Does humane sense and apprehension shroud ? For still the more his Passion he does raise , The more they ' dmire his Vertue and his Praise . Nay Philomela does in that agree , And thinks his greatest Vice his Piety . For now she hangs upon her Father's Breast , And her destruction as her safety prest ; With Virgin-sighs and Kisses she does sue , ( And what , ye Gods ! can't Virgin-kisses do ! ) Which rais'd the lustful Monster 's Passion higher , And what before was Ashes , now is Fire . For every melting Kiss , and soft Embrance , He wish'd himself her ●…ather in his place , There to repay 'em with a better Grace . Whilst the old Man ( by their Perswasions mov'd ) Could not deny where he so dearly lov'd , But gives Consent , and she , poor harmless she , Wrap'd on the Wings of dauntless Extasie , Ten thousand Thanks to her kind Father gives , And thanks the Gods that happily she lives To see that day , a day for ever fam'd , A day with Joy for ever to be nam'd . Mistaken Mortals ! for how soon they know It was the day of everlasting Woe . Now Phoebus , after his fatigue and heat Tow'rds cool Recesses hastens his Retreat , And night comes on , when every plenteous board The richest noblest Banquets do afford ; And Wine around in golden Goblets flows , Till their steep'd Senses call for sweet Repose . And now the drowsie God fills every Breast , In flow'ry Lands their roving Fancy's blest With Joys unknown , and pleasant Dreams possest . Tho ▪ all do sleep , yet the Odrysian King Feels from the fair one such a pungent sting , That though she 's gone , h' ' as still her Face in view , And parts ( oh chaster Pow'rs ! ) unseen , he drew , For what can't lewd Imagination do ? Soon as the day arose in many Tears , Pandion vents his Passion and his Fears : Wringing the hand of his departing Son , With sad and boding Heart he thus begun ; Since , dearest Son , a Sister's Love requires To crown your Wishes , and your Wives Desires , I trust thee here with something more than life , My all in one , my Daughter , Sister , Wife , For how t' excel in Love is all her strife . Oh then by th' strictest Faith and Truth of Kings , Which still in Royal Breasts are sacred things ; Nay , by the heavenly Pow'rs , whose chiefest care Is to protect the innocent and fair , I do conjure thee , as a Father prove In all th' endearments of paternal Love. But as thou tender'st my declining Years , My Ages Frailties , and my Ages Fears , Oh quickly send ( for I her Absence dread ) The only comfort of my aged Head ; The sport and pleasure of my sadder hours , Kind as the spring , yet chaste as infant flowers : Send her with speed , for every mournful day Will seem as tedious as an Ages stay ; Where we expect , how heavy is delay ? And thou my Child ( for pity does require ) Leave not too long thy poor , thy helpless Sire , For what can he when Philomel is gone ? Like some forsaken Turtle all alone , Where shall he sigh , or where his sorrows groan ? Thus as he spoke , and Kisses mix'd withal , At every word a chrystal stream did fall ; Then taking both their hands , thereby to prove A certain sign of everlasting Love : And kissing both , I wish my Daughter Joy , To Progne this , and this her little Boy . I here ( said he ) with kindest Love commend , With heartiest Wishes , best of Blessings send ; May they be blest from the eternal store , For I perhaps may never send them more . His Sobs , his Sighs , his Passion who can tell ? Tears drown his words , that at the last farewel In fatal Groans his mournful Accents fell . When they were ship'd , assoon as pressing Oars Had cut the Ocean , and put off from shores , I have my Wish he cries , Oh kinder Powers ! The beauteous prize , the noble prize is ours . The Tyrant now does most triumphant grow , And scarce forbears his Joys in open show . As when the King of Birds from earth does bear In his fierce Talons the poor trembling Hare , Into his princely Mansions of the Air , He foams , exults , 'gainst slight shuts every way , And with a rav'nous eye beholds his Prey : So Tereus does with no less furious Eyes ( Oh partial Gods ! ) survey his trembling prize . When they arriv'd upon the Thracian shore , He to a Lodge th' unhappy fair one bore : A Seat where Lust and Horror did abound , Dark were the Rooms , and craggy was the ground , Cloyster'd with baleful Thickets all around . She with Amazement seis'd in every part , Pale in her Looks , and trembling at her heart ; Asks for her Sister Progne , but confin'd , The Ravisher by Actions speaks his Mind , And by mere force commits the Rape design'd . Whilst to the height he does his Joys pursue , For what , alas ! could one weak Virgin do ? A Virgin who man's falshood never knew . Help , oh my Father ! Sister ! now she cries , And though unkind , yet sacred Deities , If to defend the just be your intent , Oh! help a poor wrong'd Virgin , innocent , Who neither evil thought , nor evil meant . Then of her Stars and Birth she did complain , She sigh'd , she wept , she tore , but all in vain . As the poor Lamb when from the Wolf just free Does heave , and pant , and most dejected lye , And all in dread of former Agony ; Or as a Dove whose Blood his Feathers stain , Does coe , and moan , & fears those Claws again Which were the fatal means of all his pain : So does the injur'd Philom●…la groan , So does she tremble , pant , and so bemoan : But when reviv'd , her loose and flying Hair , As at a Father's Funeral , she tare . Then wrings her hands , which up tow'rds Heaven are thrown , Wild with her Woes , and now distracted grown , Thus she bursts out ; oh hellish barbarous Lust ! Monster of Monsters , whom my Fathers trust Impos'd with such devout and moving Tears ; Whom neither Wives Affections , Sisters Fears , Nor yet the softness of my Virgin state , With all the tender Joys which on it wait , Could make relent ; oh most unfortunate ! Oh vast Confusion ! on this fatal score , I an Adultress , an incestuous Whore , Must to my Sister prove , and all our Race Whilst thou to both supply'st the Husbands place . Yet what , ye Gods , have I e're done or meant , To merit such an heavy Punishment ? Is there a Crime in being innocent ? Then ah dispatch me ! and when that is done Through the whole course of Wickedness thou 'st run . But if from Heav'n the favour I had gain'd T' ave dy'd before my Honour thou had'st stain'd , My dauntless Ghost might then untainted fly Through those chaste Regions of Eternity : But now such vile Pollution I must fear , Never ! oh never ! with the blest appear . Yet if the Gods these dire Events do see , If they 're not Fables , and decay with me ; Due Vengeance then thou can'st not long escape , For Vengeance must such Horrors overtake . Yet should'st thou that forego , all sense of Shame I will renounce ; and thro' the World proclaim , If free , thy monstrous Crimes ; but if confin'd . 'T will be some pleasure to an anxious Mind To find the Woods more pitiful and kind . The very Rocks , at my unheard of Woe , Shall be dissolv'd , and sense of Sorrow show : Rocks may relent , but Men more salvage grow . This witness Heav'n , Immortals note it well ; If Heav'n there is , and Gods therein do dwell . Her Words did move the bloody Ravisher Alike with Rage , Distraction , and with Fear : Dreading th' effects , he binds the wretched fair , And draws his Sword , then drags her by the Hair : Whilst she rejoyc'd , and open laid her Breast , To entertain his Sword , the kindest Guest ; Her only Comfort , Happiness and Rest. But e're she dy'd , she thought to vent her mind , And leave the Burden of her Soul behind ; Therefore proclaims her wrongs , and , tho in vain , Did of her Hardship , and his Guilt complain . Then calling on her Fathers name , her Tongue ( In Pincers caught ) the salvage Monster wrung From its lov'd Mansion , by the panting Root , Which trembled , moan'd , and murmur'd at his foot , And often strove in Curses to repay , But what it would ( alas ! ) it could not say ; So soon the Spirits and the Voice decay . Yet as a Serpents quivering Tail l 've seen Stain'd in its Blood , leaps up and down the Green , So does her Tongue ; it quivers , pants , and leaps , But follows still its Owners wretched Steps : Yet after all , if we may credit Fame , ( Oh sleeping Vengeance ! oh thou empty name ! ) Her Body maim'd , and reeking in its Gore , He often us'd as lewdly as before ; Gods ! had ye then no Thunder-bolts in store ? Yet to his Wife the very moment hastes , Who with Impatience for her Sister asks : He drown'd in Tears ; ( for who so lewd will be Can never fail in smooth Hypocrisie : ) In Tears he mourns her sad untimely Fate , In feigned Tears he does her Death relate , Laments , and wails his miserable State. Progne believes , and strait her rich Array , With all its gawdy Trifles , casts away , And does the utmost Debt of Sorrow pay ; Whilst clad in sable she her Sister mourns , And due Oblations to her Spirit burns . But oh false Rites ! how vainly are they sent , To a most wretched living Monument . Elegy on the Earl of Rochester . By Mrs. Wh — . DEep Waters silent roul , so Grief like mine Tears never can relieve , nor Words define . Stop then , stop your vain Source , weak springs of Grief , Let Tears flow from their Eyes whom Tears relieve . They from their Heads shew the light Trouble there , Could my Heart weep , its Sorrows 't would declare : Weep drops of Blood , my Heart , thou 'st lost thy Pride , The Cause of all thy Hopes and Fears , thy Guide . He would have led thee right in Wisdom's way , And 't was thy Fault whene're thou went'st astray : And since thou stray'dst when guided and led on , Thou wilt be surely lost now left alone . It is thy Elegy I write , not his , He lives immortal and in highest Bliss . But thou art dead , alas ! my Heart thou' rt dead , He lives , that lovely Soul for ever fled , But thou 'mongst Crowds on earth art buried . Great was thy Loss , which thou can'st ne're express Nor was th' insensible dull Nation 's less ; He civiliz'd the rude and taught the young , Made Fools grow wise ; such artful magick hung Upon his useful kind instructing Tongue . His lively Wit was of himself a part , Not as in other men , the Work of Art ; For tho his Learning like his Wit was great , Yet sure all Learning came below his Wit ; As God's immediate Gifts are better far Than those we borrow from our Likeness here , He was , — but I want words , and ne're can tell , Yet this I know , he did Mankind excell . He was what no Man ever was before , Nor can indulgent Nature give us more , For to make him she exhausted all her store . On the Coronation of the High and Mighty Monarch JAMES II. By Mr. Smith . Hic dies verè mitis festus , atras Eximet curas : Ego nec tumultum , Nec mori per vim metuam , tenente . Caesare Terras . Horat. Pindarique . FLy swift , ye sluggish hours , and bring the day ! O wakeful Morning ! now display Thy purple Dores , and odorif'rous Bed With plenty of new blushing Roses spread . Let day's bright Lord now haste to rise , With his clear Rays to bless our longing eyes . May now our British Heaven be all serene , No threat'ning Clouds draw nigh With the least Wrinkle to deform the Sky ; As once before was seen On that stupendious day , When Charles through silver Thames did cut his way ; Th' admiring Throngs did crowd to see him land , Cov'ring the Beech , and blackning all the Strand . Who , lest our Bliss with him should cease , Has left us Iames , the pledge of future Peace ; A Prince so great , so good , Ally'd to Charles in Vertue as in Blood ! For this vast Trust he this great Hero chose , Bequeath'd the whole supream Command To his most Loyal hand Who did in Peace secure his Reign , And in most dang'rous Wars his Pow'r maintain . How soon he put the Northern Clouds to flight ! And drove red Waves to Belgia's wondring shore When gainst fair Albion they did fight ! He struck Confusion into Form and Light. How oft has Neptune him triumphing bore Asserting his dear Brother's Right , On whom the World does safely now repose ▪ II. Sure Heav'n of this blest time made choice , When all things smile and all rejoyce ; Tellus all o're is clad with verdent green , And Paradise in ev'ry place is seen : The drowsie Flow'rs , Awak'd by fruitful Show'rs , Now haste , and all their sweetness bring And off'ring to their most auspicious King. Hark! how the Nations Acclamations make , And happy Omens of his Empire take : With one united Voice they now rejoyce , Long live ! long live ! their new-born King. And Io Paeans sing . Martial . Lib. 10. Epigr. 47. Vitam quae faciant beatorem . By Mr. Wilson . WHat makes a happy Life ? O what ? A Fortune by Descent , not got ; An answ'ring Farm , still smoaking home ; Dependence seldom , Law-suits none : A Mind compos'd , a lively Soul , An active Body , round and whole ; An open Plainness , but discreet , Friendship 's agreeable and fit ; No over-curious Bill of Fare , No drunken Nights , yet void of care ; A merry Wife , and only yours , A Sleep that never tells the Hours ; Contented with thy Destiny , And neither wish nor fear to dye . A Pindarique Essay upon Musick . By the same . — Nec vox hominem sonat . I. SOul of the World , Time's Rival ( Music ) who , First matter yet in Ovo wert , Who shall declare thy Off-spring , or pursue , To keep Infinity in view ? Fan●…y's short-wing'd , and earthy ; my seel'd Soul Bolts , but turns giddy in the start , And mounts she knows not whither : When the Almighty Fiat spread this whole , And poiz'd the Base of the unerring frame , Fond of the first publick employ , The Morning Stars , they sung together ; And all the Sons of God shouted for joy ; same . Then Musick was with God , and only not the II. Now , as Infinity is unconfin'd , It fill'd each Angle of the whole , And as in broken glass , we find A thousand lesser Shapes , All that came in shar'd of the liberal dole , The stintless Bounty gave not out by Scraps ; Nothing went empty back , or sad , Whate're the Pitcher held , it had : All things look'd great , not swoll'n , but bold and free , And ( as 't were ) big with a Divinity ; And what was that but Harmony ; What all that beauteous Fabrick of the Sphears ? The night and days continu'd course ? The gliding stream ? the Oceans sourse ? The Birds wild Note ? nay , all delight That ever fed the Eye , or charm'd the Ear , But Sparks of the same Harmony , tho less unite ? III. Man was abash'd , and well he might , that he , And he alone should be a Looker on , And yet not bear a part ; Resolv'd he was , but 't would not do , He slag'd for want of Art : Until at length , sharp Iubal , he began , He had observ'd his Brother Tubal Cain Hammer a Nail , and then a Shoe , The discord sounds provok'd his thinking Soul To search , why loud , or deep ; how flat or sharp : Long had he paus'd , but could not tell , Till having Scal'd and Gammuted the whole , He try'd it on a Concave Shell , And piece-meal found the Organ and the Harp : Strook was the Shepherds God , and stole a Pipe , Yet single as it was , it laid an hundred eyes asleep . IV. To pass the Theban Artist , at whose call Stones mov'd , and danc'd themselves into a wall , And under which Mythology , Was civiliz'd even Barbarity : Arm'd with his Harp alone , the Thracian Bard Attempts the Shades below : None ask'd him whence he came , or how , Or mutter'd what he was ; All stood at gaze , and the bold stroke once heard , Ev'n Hell had silence too , And yet made Holiday ; The Wheel stood still ; none ply'd the Sieve ; The rolling stone was gathering Moss , The Vultur heeded not its Prey ; His powerful hand did not perswade , but drive ; He left no room for Thought : the sooty God Smooth'd his rough Brow , and made the granting nod . And had th' enamour'd done the same , His shy , fond Fool , had ne're been scar'd ; Sh 'ad stood , nay met him , shot him flame for flame , Nor fled the unknown-know-not-what she fear'd . V. Immur'd in Temples next it lay , and then The Praises of their Gods and mighty Men , Were only in request ; What but the best cou'd fit the best ? Dilated thence to Kings and Prophets , he That took it up began to prophesie . Thus David danc'd before the Ark ; And when the evil Spirit infested Saul He play'd , and the same Heaven-born Spark Enform'd his hand , and tun'd the others Soul. Thus when before the Kings Elisha stood , Iehoram's Gods had fret his Blood , But when the Minstrel play'd God's hand came on him , and he prophesi'd . What may'st thou not , that driv'st ill Spirits and call'st down good ! And mak'st that All we see , or ever saw , One full-mouth'd Diapason . Alleluja . Anacreon . To himself . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . By the same . I Care for neither Prince nor State , Nor this nor that great Potentate : Gold 's not the thing that I adore , And envy not a Tyrant's Power : But this I care , to have my Beard With the most precious Unguents smear'd ; My careless Locks with Roses bound ; My old Companion-Goblet crown'd : Let me live free , and unperplex'd This day , and take who will , the next . Then go to , while 't is to day , Drown all your Cares in Wine and Play ; Lest crazy grown , nor sickness proof , Doctors cry , Hold , you 've drunk enough . Another . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . By the same . LEt others sing the Theban Wars , Or Troy's Destruction , But I will chant my own ; And unconcern'd at others Jars , Nor Horse , nor Foot , nor Ships , nor all That Arsenal , shall see me fall : No , No , when e're Anacreon dies , His sullen Heart Will bear no dart But from his Mistress Eyes . Strada's Nightingale . By the same . Iam sol è medio pronus d●…flexerat Orbe , &c. PAst his Meridian was the Sun , each Beam Had spent its Vigor ; when by Tyber's stream At at Oaks Foot a Lutenist did play , To ease his Thoughts , and pass the time away . Nor was he long unheard ; above there stood A Nightingale , the Syren of the Wood ; Muse of the place , poor harmless Syren , she Took the rebound , and jugging o're , what he Had with his Fingers struck , her nimble Throat Eccho's it back , and gives him Note for Note . Our Lutenist , that to her Ayres had lent His Ear , perceiving what , and whom she meant , Resolves to make her sport ; when strait he trys Each Peg , each string , and o're 'em all he flys . Nor was she long behind , but running o're Each Note of his , yes , and a thousand more , Gave him a taste of what she could , to shew That even she could chirp a Prelude too . With that he took his Lute , and with a dash , 'Twixt sport and scorn , he makes a careless Rash , Stops every Fret , and to each trembling string Gives a soft Beat ; when presently again , With a sweet touch he strikes an even strain , And takes up all with his first Rash again . And here he paws'd , and now expects her part , Which she strait gives , and answers Art with Art. One while , as if she could not find her Throat , She plays it here and there with her field-note , And draws it out in length , to let him see Her discords too carry'd their Harmony . Then quavering out Division , with shrill And open Throat , gives every Note its Trill . He stood amaz'd ( and well he might ) to meet So small a Pipe , and yet a Note so sweet , So soft , so various , that he concludes , to get The Victory , he must run higher yet : And with it , chang'd his Cliffs ; now sharp , then flat , Now Bass , then Treble ; nor content with that , Jumbles his strings in such disorder'd Rattle , As if his Lute were to enform a Battel . Yet here she had him too ; & while she stretcht So shrill , yet clear , as if she meant t' ave raeacht A flight 'bove Ela ; in a trice , with note As if 't were lost , and bury'd in her throat , Double De-sol-re low she sinks a Hum , 'Twixt lowd and deep , as humouring a Drum. Anger & Shame by this time stirr'd his blood ; Nor shall my little Quirister o' th' Wood Carry it thus : Not conquer her ? I 'll do 't , I 'll do 't he cry'd , or I will break my Lute : Nor said he more , when thundering amain A sprightly , bold , unimitable strain , His careless hand from this to that he flings , And runs it up , as he would crack the strings : From Bass to Tenor , Counter-tenor , Alt , His nimble Joynts in quick Division vault ; And not to leave one Note untouch'd upon , He closes all with a full Unison : And with it made as full a stop , and stood Expecting what his little Rival cou'd : But she ( poor Fool ) tho she was now become Quite hoarse , impatient yet to be o'recome , Rallies her little strength , but all in vain ; For while she offers at so high a strain , And strives to render with her single Throat The various Accents of such different Notes , Too weak ( alas ! ) to bear her Grief , or do 't , Dead , dead , she dropt upon the Conquerors Lute . A sitting Sepulchre ; such power upon Ev'n little Souls , has Emulation . A Translation of the fourth Chorus in Seneca's Troas . Beginning at Dulce moerenti populus dolentum , &c. By I. T. LEss are the Griefs we undergo , When they are felt by others too . Less are our Sorrows , less our Fears , The more our Company appears . Great Griefs , like Burdens , are more light , The more they are to share the weight : And none with Justice can refuse To bear the Fortune others use . When we see happier men , we grieve , And all our Sorrows are comparative . He only does his Fate bemoan , Who in a single Ship alone Has plough'd the Sea , and after some great wrack , With a light Ship and heavy Heart comes back . Who sees the Dangers of a sinking Fleet , Thinks not his Sufferings are so great : H' has this sad Comfort of his Misery , That all , as well as he , must dye . When the proud Master of the Golden Fleece With his dear Burden cross'd the Seas , Phryxus with Tears saw Helle drown ; Well might he weep , when he was left alone . Thus , when the only honest Pair , That could our sinful Race repair , Of all Mankind alone remain'd , Each happy in the other , ne're complain'd . So , by our Conqu'rors when we 're snatch'd away , A helpless , but a numerous Prey , The Wind shall scatter all our Tears , Our Numbers shall secure our Fears . What shall we say , when on the Deck we stand , And from afar behold the lessening Lund ? What shall we think , when Ida's Tops grow less , And with the Seas our Fears encrease ? And when our Sons shall seek their Native Land , Each wretched Mother , pointing with her hand , ( The Tears still trickling from her Eyes ) Shall cry , See , yonder Ilium lies . Where those black Clouds of curling Smoak do rise . LYRICKS . By Ph. Ayres , Esq. To LOVE . LEt others sing of Mars and of his Train , Of great Exploits and honourable Scars , The dreadful dire Effects of civil Wars , Death's Triumphs and Encomiums of the slain : I sing the Conflicts I my self sustain , From her who is the cause of all my Care , Who wounds with Looks and fetters with her hair , This mournful Tale requires a tragick strein . Eyes were the Arms did first my Peace controul , Wounded by them a source of Tears there sprung Instead of Blood , from my afflicted Soul. Thou Love , to whom this Conquest does belong , Leave me at last the comfort to condole ; And as thou woud'st my Heart , inspire my Song . The REQUEST . By the same . O Love ! who in my Breast's most noble part Did'st that fair Image lodge , that form divine , In whom the sum of heavenly Graces shine , And there engrav'st it with thy golden Dart ; Now mighty Workman ! help me by thy Art , ( Since my dull Pen trembles to strike a Line ) That I on Paper copy the design , By thee express so lively in my heart . Lend me , when I this great Attempt shall try , A Feather from thy Wing , that whilst to write My hand 's employ'd , my Thoughts may soar on high : Thy Torch which fires our Hearts and burns so bright My darker Fancy , let its Flame supply , And thro' my numbers dart coelestial Light. Part of the last Scene of Seneca's Troas done into English , Beginning at , Est una magna Turris è Trojá super , &c. By I. T. THere is a Tower from the Flame 's Fury free , Spar'd only for a greater Cruelty ; On whose high top old Priam us'd to stand , And with his Eye and Voice our Troops command . Here with his Princely Grand-child oft he stood , And to the Boy his Fathers Battels show'd . This Tow'r has once our chiefest Bulwark been , 'T is now of Blood and Death the dismal Scene . Hither the giddy Rabble flock'd to see With greedy eyes the helpless Infant dye . From this high Tow'r a pretty distant space , A steep and lofty Hill commands the place ; On that a Rock , on which the gazing Croud , Big with the cruel Expectation , stood . On all the neighb'ring Trees whole Armies sat , The loaded Branches crack'd beneath their Weight . And one with haste some ragged Mount does climb , Another ( O the sacrilegious Crime ! ) Hangs on great Hector's Tomb ; One climbs a Wall , Which , with its wretched weight , does quickly fall , Lo ! the Press breaks , and big with cruel Joy , The curs'd Ulysses leads the Princely Boy . Th' undaunted Youth mounts fearless to the place , With Innocence triumphant in his face . When from the Tower he saw the gazing Rout , Round him he flung a scornful Look about . So some fierce Lyon's Whelp , whose tender Age Has not as yet well arm'd his toothless Rage , With eager Fury whets his tender Claws , And trys the utmost anger of his Jaws . Thus fearless the young Captive thither came , And fill'd his cruel Murderers with shame . This when they saw , strait the relenting Crowd In sighs and tears proclaim'd their Grief aloud : Nay , ev'n Ulysses wept , and ' spight of all His Cruelty , resistless Tears did fall . Then , when the cruel Sacrifice was done , ( Pitty'd by all , himself unmov'd alone , ) Down the deep Precipice himself he cast , And ' midst his Country's Ruines breath'd his last . When this was done , at first the Rabble mourn'd , But to a greater Cruelty return'd . With eager haste the barb'rous Grecians come , And flock about the curs'd Achilles Tomb. This place was destin'd for the Scene of Blood , On two near Hills the gazing Army stood , Between a fatal Valley stretch'd out wide , And Groves of Spears appear on ev'ry side . Here for the beauteous Maid they all attend ; Some glad that with her Life their Fears must end ; Most , that she was the last of Priam's Stock ; Some seem to hate the Crimes on which they gladly look . And here and there a Trojan did appear , Who came to see her dye , and shed a tear . Then through a Lane of Grecians , in a Row , Before the Bride five nuptial Torches go : Next Helen follow'd , hanging down her Head. ( O may Hermione such a Husband wed ! ) Strait she appear'd alone , with Looks might move Grief in each Trojan , in each Grecian Love. Her Eyes she turn'd with Virgin-blushes down , And in her face unusual Beauties shone ; So Evening Blushes best adorn the Sun. Her Courage some , and some her Beauty prais'd , And all with various Passions strangely gaz'd , Some sad , some sham'd , some weeping , all amaz'd . Thus in slow state the mournful Train was come , Where Pyrrhus standing on his Father's Tomb , With cruel Anger held the fatal Knife Prepar'd to cut the tender thread of Life . Fearless she look'd her Murderer in the face , Whilst Fear and Horror fill'd around the Place . Mov'd at her god-like Constancy , he shook , And scarce had Courage left to give the Stroak . Strait , as the cruel Weapon reach'd her heart , A Spring of vital Blood did quickly start Through the wide Wound . She still out-brav'd her Fate , And made Achilles Ashes groan beneath her weight . What Tongue the Grief and Horror can express Which did both Parties equally possess ? In silent tears their Grief the Trojans show'd ; The howling Grecians spoke their sorrow loud . About the Tomb at first the Deluge flow'd , And strait the thirsty Ashes drunk the sinking Blood. A POEM On the Death of our late Dread Sovereign , Charles the Second , of Blessed and Immortal Memory . Quo nil majus , meliusve terris Fata donavere , bonique Divi Nec dabunt , quamvis redeunt in aurum Tempora Priscum . Horat. de Aug. Caesare . I. 'T Is fall'n ! the sacred Pile is fall'n , and oh ! How the Earth shook at the stupendious Blow ! The trembling Rocks their strong Foundations shook , Their dismal caves were fill'd with horrid groans ; And lo ! the sad condoling moans Fright'ned the neighbouring hills around With the dismaying sound . The lofty'st Mount hung down its vast astonish'd head , And with impending terror cast a look That seem'd to dread The dire event of such a fatal stroak . The wretched Albion's renown'd shore , That not the terrifying sight Of Caesar's conqu'ring Arms cou'd fright , That had so many thousand Ages o're , The wild impetuous rage of wreaking Tempests bore ; Rending with Fear , methought look'd paler than before . II. Oh! 't was a dismal day ! The Heav'ns , 't is true , were all serene & bright ; The radiant Monarch of the starry hoast Shon with re-doubled Light ; As well indeed the splendid Sov'reign might : For if , as learn'd Traditions say , Myriads of Hero's Souls adorn the milky way ; Not since the fiery Atomes were Center'd in one eternal burning sphear ; Can the bright Ruler of Aetherial Air , So glorious , so divine a Constellation boast . But oh ! when we our Guardian Angel lost , What Deluges of Tears the mournful World it cost ! Distracted terror seiz'd on ev'ry place , And wild amazement sat on ev'ry face : Swift as the Winds , and fatal too As the contagious drops of baleful Dew , Through distant Realms the dreadful Tidings flew . As o're the blasted Fields , the killing Accents spread , That Charles , their Gracious Lord , the King was dead , The Tiller's Hands drop'd from his lab'ring Plough ; No more , he cry'd , the fertile Gleab I 'll sow ; For what , alas ! avails the richest Harvest now ! On the bleak Mountains Shepherds raving lay , And flung their well-fill'd Scrips and tuneful Pipes away . On the steep Cliffs of dang'rous Rocks , Their once-lov'd Kids , and tender Flocks , To ev'ry Wolf expos'd an easie Prey , Bleating their Sorrows , wander'd far astray . Round his young Darlings's Neck the rev'rend Sire , ( With horror struck , and ready to expire ) His trembling Limbs , for a support , he spread , But from his lovely Face turn'd off his aged head , Unable and unfit to undergo The bitter weight of their united Woe . With Hair dishevell'd , & their Garments torn , Afflicted Matrons wish'd their Babes unborn : Unkindly snatch'd from the soft Breast , Where they were fondly lull'd all night to rest , And with full Lux'ry wanton'd all the day , The poor neglected Infants weeping lay ; They both involv'd in one sad Fate appear'd , The tears of both unpitty'd , their loud Cries unheard . Ne're sure was Man lamented so before ; In the small Plains of ●…oab was alone The hideous Pomp of Sorrow shewn , When Israel did the Death of their best Kings deplore . But now , behold ! ev'ry wild barb'rous shore Does the insufferable loss of our dear Prince bemoan ; So well were , thro' all Realms , his God-like Vertues known . Blended together in the dismal Lot , Our very Griefs were with our Joys forgot : The vilest Poverty , and worst of pain , Oppress'd the starving indigent in vain ; The raging Stone , and ev'ry sad Disease , Like spreading Plagues , did greater torments seize . He fell , alas ! as the devouring Serpent rose ; That dire Calamity did all the rest depose . As when in Darkness deep as ancient night , The sudden blaze of a consuming Light , With Ruin , Spoil , and livid Flames , burns down , The tow'ring Fabricks of a stately Town : When melting Shrines & solemn Temples rise , Like blazing Meteors in the threaten'd Skies , Such were the shrieks of Woe , such the bewailing Cries . And oh ! when Fate seal'd the lov'd Monarch's doom , Both Fire and Sword , & Pestilence were come , Till our new Prophet rais'd his mighty hand , Subdued the Host of Plagues , and heal'd the groaning Land. III. Deep were the marks of Grief in ev'ry face , That bore the stamp of humane Race : With Adoration to the sacred shade , A Subject's Tribute ev'ry Subject paid . But oh ! what Heart cou'd bear , what Tongue express , The racking torture , and forlorn distress , The Royal Mourners felt that woeful day , When the dear Peace of all Mankind departing lay ! The gorgeous Palace all around With shining Architraves was richly crown'd , And 〈◊〉 of burnish'd Gold the wealthy Pil●…●…own'd ; With Ada●…t , and ev'ry precious Stone , The high ●…lted awful Throne , Magnificent , with ●…eaming Glory shon Bright , as the Imperial seat of deathless Gods : Yet in a moment 〈◊〉 the blest Abodes , Without the Pomp 〈◊〉 ●…onious Woe , Black , dismal , loath'd as the d●…d shades below . Senseless as Statues , in deep 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●…nd , Stood all the sad Attendants 〈◊〉 In Floods of their own tears , like stre●… tains drown'd . Not when inexorable Death Seiz'd her imperial Lord's last gasp of ●…eath , The precious Corps so pale and ghastly lay , As when the fair unspotted face Of the dear Partner of his Royal Bed ; Drops , such as Angels weep , the holy Consort shed . And knowing well the way To the bright Throne of everlasting Grace , With never-ceasing Supplications pray'd To the good Gods , for their propitious Aid . Zealous and fervent at Heavens Gate she stood , With ardent Raptures , interceding more For that one precious Life , than when the flood Had swept the face of Earth , and at the sacred Shrine Of honour'd Themis , Pyrrha did implore The Powers divine , They would again the perish'd Race of Man restore . Tho often she before , But for short Absence had endur'd the smart Which Bodies feel when from their Souls they part ; In that deplorable emergent horror , Grief , like her gracious Lord's Disease , Did her rent Heart so violently seize ; Which nearest was the Grave cou'd scarce be seen , The dying Monarch , or the living Queen . IV. But now at length , altho omitted long , And willingly indeed delay'd , Must by my bold , advent'rous Song , Its homage , where ●…t is most due , be paid . But how the Scene of horror can be wrought Enough tormenting to the sight or thought , Tell me , ye sacred Pow'rs that know ; If you your selves the misery can shew , And humane Soul the sad Infusion bear . To tears abandon'd , and hard Grief forlorn , How did the Royal Pair their parting mourn ! What Desolation , vehement Despair , And sighing Tempests fill'd the groaning Air ! Tho noblest Courage his great Soul does arm , Against the fear of any mortal harm ; And even then , the Loyal Iames did shew Brave and mignificent in mighty ●…oe : What furious Torrents burst his gushing Eyes , When he cry'd out — the King ! — Oh my lov'd Brother dies ! The last dear gasp of Breath , and dying Groan , He took , when he had scarce another of his own ; Tho from the Minute that Great Charles was dead , A glorious Crown descended on his Head , And three vast Realms his awful Scepter sway'd . Who that beheld him ( scarce of Mortal Birth ) Groveling in dust and tears , upon the Earth , Wou'd ●…ot believe , so much the change had cost , He at that Moment the World's Empire lost ? Nay , even when it was too late To grieve against irrevocable Fate ; When the blest King was rais'd , from dark abodes To the bright Synod of immortal Gods ; His tender Passion , and fraternal Love , Like a declining Tempest strove ; Still in his Breast the rowling Surges move , As if his Regal Ornaments were more Envenom'd than the poyson'd Robe Alcydes wore . V. Who cou'd have thought , the Mighty Charles so well Supported , cou'd so soon have fell ? While the brave Prince in rugged War , did weild With dauntless Courage his magestick shield ; And as of old , Anchises pious Son Thro' flaming Arms , to save a Father run ; Tho Death he often met i' th dreaded forms Of fiercest Battels and the loudest Storms ; Such rev'rent Homage did his Valour draw , The deform'd Tyrant still he kept in awe . But oh ! what treacherous Fate Does on the best of humane Glories wait ! Whilst smiling Cupids round his Head did play ; As in the midst of flowing Joys he lay , The grisly Monster seiz'd the noble Prey . So when in dead of night , All things , but Lust and Envy , are on earth Silent , as e're from Chaos , light Or motion took its sacred Birth ; And suddenly a strong invading Foe With swift approach of dismal Woe From secret Ambush rusheth on A fearless and unguarded Town . In Death the murder'd sleepers rowl their eyes , To everlasting Death awake with hideous Cries ; And by unmanly force the brave ignobly dies . In vain to Heav'n assembling Prophets call , In vain , alas ! with barb'rous Arts did all Apollo's learned'st Sons obstruct his Fall. Tho long the rev'rend lofty tree has stood On Aeta's top , the glory of the Wood , And oft the wildest Tempests foyl'd ; one stroke From Iove's vast Trident , rives the sacred Oak . But surely Fate of common Vengeance weary grows , And seeks new Magazines of blacker Woes ; A tyrannous strength she cruelly imparts , That we , with fiercer pangs , may break our Hearts : For , as from the supream sov'reign head The baleful Juice thro' all the Body 's spread ; Strait , when the sad disease Great Charles had struck With dire Convulsions , the whole Nation shook . But , when the blooming hopes of Life return'd , No longer the disast'rous Fate we mourn'd ; Dilated Spirits fill'd our enlarg'd souls , And joy flow'd in , with wild impetuous rowls . But oh ! to the unfathom'd dark Abyss of Hell , Down from the highest Pinacle of Heav'n we fell ! While , like the wretched Thracian Bard , ( Our toyl's as great , and destiny as hard ) We thought we had redeem'd the Royal Prize ; The glorious Vision ravish'd from our eyes . VI. Howl on , ye vile detested murm'ring Race , Your God's dishonour , & your King's disgrace ; Shave your rebellious Heads , in Ashes rowl , And gnash your wide devouring Jaws , ye foul Degen'rate Race , and ever howl . Dead is the wond'rous Prince , whose sacred hand By Miracles was rais'd to bless the Land : God's own eternal Arm must sure have rose For deeds so glorious , had not his been chose . Contagious Plagues as e're Philistines felt , Long in our impious loathsome Aegypt dwelt : The Royal Prophet came , and all were cur'd : But still their harden'd hearts indur'd ; And his triumphant Patience those inur'd . To Moloch's bloody Idol , the sad Cries Of barb'rous humane Sacrifice , In spight of their grim sounds , ascend the skies . Here , as in Tophet or Gehinnon , stood The savage Blutton gorg'd in Blood : But lo ! from his bright Scepter , as a charming rod , Did a new Miracle arise : A purple Lake 't is now no more , To chrystal Streams is turn'd the putrid gore . Our well-●…ig'd Isle in gath'ring Storms was tost , It s sacred Pilot in the Tempest lost ; And in a mad devouring Sea , Like a vast shipwrack'd Hull , this floating Delos lay . But Charles , the mighty Ruler of the Flood , Triumphant o're the swelling Billows rod ; Three Realms his Trident , he our mortal God. Safely we now , as in close Harbour ride ; Great Britains Glory , and the Ocean's Pride Braving the rage of Land and Sea , it stands Firm , as the Continents his Sword commands . Then what can mildest Justice all Those Rebel earth-born Monsters call ; Who in return of such stupendious Love , With vile Ingratitude not only strove Against the pow'r of their Imperial Iove ; But impiously sought the divine Monarch's fall . So the bright Regent of eternal day Does round the Earth his Orient Beams display ; The vital Lamp warms the prolifick Juice , And animates all things of noblest use . Thence springs the tow'ring Cedar , lofty Pine , The branching Palm , and purple Vine ; Yet from the blest Influence of the skies , Does the vile putrid race of Toads & Vipers rise . VII . Pardon , thou royal , meek , propitious Shade , The humble Offering my Tears have made ; Forgive my Zeal , if on thy peaceful Urn Sad Incense with unhallow'd hands I burn , Unpractio'd , and unskill'd in tuneful Numbers , mourn . Such loose unsinew'd disproportion'd Verse , The mournful tale of Sorrow may rehearse . But oh ! if I must sing Th' amazing Glories of my gracious King ; Whither , my Muse ! O whither wilt thou fly ? Cou'dst thou , on mounting Wing , Olympus high , To Sinai's mystick Head , or Oreb soar ? Alas ! those sacred Oracles are now no more ! Nor shalt thou dain to hear the frantick dreams Of Delphic Furies , or Castalian Streams . Yet sure , without the sacred Fire Which bright Idea's did of old inspire , No mortal hand a Monument can raise Commensurate to Charles his god-like Praise . On a small Stone may be inscrib'd his Name , But the long story of his endless Fame Will want a Pyramide , As high as Heaven the top , as Earth the Basis wide . 'T is a vast trackless Ocean ; all around No shore , no land , no end is found . The glorious scale appears before my Eyes With bright Angelick forms , I see it rise , And mounted the top rounds , above the starry skies . Behold , the fair Heroick train Does in Eternal Circles move ; And like Fate 's everlasting well — wrought Chain , Is fix'd to the immortal Throne of deathless Iove . VIII . Ye radiant Sons of uncreated Light , Who , with melodious Hymns , day without night ; Time without end , to the most High , Your loud Hosanna's cry : Ye beauteous Spirits , who so oft above , Have met in Festivals of Joy and Love ; Say , for the stunning sounds you bore , When the bright Saint arriv'd your blessed shore , If such a Voice of Triumph e're was heard before . Fill'd with surpassing wonder and delight At the amazing sight ; Their golden Harps the wing'd Musicians strung ; Through the Coelestial Quire , each warbling Tongue , With holy Rapture Hallelujahs sung : The Heav'ns , and all the Constellations round , Did to th' ascending Pomp resound ; The universal Orb with joyful Paeans rung . Scarce had his flaming Guard pass'd by The gloomy Regions of the darker sky , But strait thro' all the Hoast of Heaven Was the loud Signal giv'n : Far as the atmost hallow'd Limits ; round Th' Angelick Camp , was heard the potent sound : The shining Warriours hasten'd all To their bright Hierarch's Imperial Call. Flags , Pennons , Banners , Van and Rear , Embellish'd thick with Gems , stream'd in Ambrosian Air. Oh cou'd our mortal eyes have seen The watchful Cherubin Open the everlasting Gate ; And have beheld in what a blissful state , How glorify'd , th' applauded Sov'reign rode Thro' the wide ample Road Of wond'ring Angels , to the Seat of God! On Adamantine Columns hung , Thick as Hyblean swarms , the bright seraphick Throng ; And as he pass'd along , With ardent looks on their new Saint they gaz'd , And his transcendent Glories loudly prais'd . When round his blest anointed Head , In mystic forms , the royal drops were shed ; The high Eternal Priest his Temples grac'd With Crowns of Crysolite that never waste . And scarce the starry Zone Was by the holy ministring hand put on , But strait , through the wide Continent of spacious Heav'n Were shouts of highest Acclamation giv'n : With sweetest breath of charming Symphonies , Carols of Joy , and loud Thanksgiving Cries , The glorious Host proclaim'd him ever blest In that eternal Paradise of Rest. IX . Guard us , ye sacred Powers ! and guard your own Immortal , Empyreal Throne ; Lest , as Idolaters of old , Great Charles his dazling Brightness we behold , And the Coelestial Globe so long admire , Till we fall down in Adoration to the glorious fire . Sure the Almighty God Consulted with himself , and said , He not in Nature's common road , But as their first great Parent , shall be made ; So the Divine Particle from his own Essence flow'd . To make his Image eminently great , He trusted not to the slight hand of Fate , But to his own ineffable Idea , sat . Oh might we worship now the Pow'rs divine In any outward form ! then surely thine , As Gods best Mirror , shou'd , Great Charles , be mine . Of intellectual first causes we , Nothing but by effects can see ; And Heav'ns most lovely Attributes were all in thee . When most severe , around his awful Throne , With dawning beams th' exalted Cherub shon , Easie and placable his bending ear The softest Voice of Misery did hear . When his vile Subjects any Crimes had done , They safely to their injur'd Sov'reign run ; As if the upright Judge had heard a Cause That violated God's and Nature's Laws : Divine Compassion in his Looks appear'd , And long his just Decree the gracious King deferr'd . Favour unsought , and such prevenient Grace , With cheerful Majesty adorn'd his Face , That scarcely was the Mercy-seat of God More mild , than the indulgent Throne on which he trod . X. Tell me ! oh tell me , all ye wither'd Scrowls , Aegyptian Records of Dynastian Race ; Imperial Rome , that loudly from of old The deeds of your illustrious Hero's told ; And thou , O Time ! whose envious brazen rowls Do all Memorials but thy own deface ; Tell me , if e're Humanity so well , So gloriously suffer'd ! reign'd ! and fell ! Oh! had he flourish'd in the Ages past , Eternal Triumphs wou'd their King have grac'd In ev'ry shining , Capitol had stood Honours divine ador'd him as he rode ; His House a Temple , and himself a God. And sure if Mortal e're deserv'd the Name , His Virtues might demand the glorious claim ; In Dignity born next to heavenly Race , Humble and open as the Throne of Grace ! His Rods and Axes were beheld by few ; He sav'd more Subjects Lives than Sylla slew ! Nor were his moral Gifts alone confin'd ; Rich was the soil of his capacious Mind : How , when unbent from Cares , at hours of ease , The great Dictator wou'd inform or please ! Tho sharp and pointed as his Sword , how sweet And mild he rul'd his Monarchy of Wit ! So tenderly the sov'reign sway he bore , None wish'd him less , tho no man could have more . Never my humble and obedient Ear The sacred Oracle but once did hear ; And oh ! methought a light divine Did round his beaming Temples shine ! Sense of new Joy to my charm'd Soul was giv'n , And the blest sound as of a Voice from Heav'n ! Nor did the clear sagacious King excell In speaking only , but in judging well : Conspicuous , venerable , and great , As high in Knowledge as in Pow'r he sat . Learning and Arts still flourish'd round his Throne , As well they might ; for they were all his own : In noblest Sciences so much renown'd , As he for Wisdom only had been crown'd . Great Iove himself his darling Prince endow'd , And him his own Prerogative allow'd : That divine Blessing granted but to few ; From his own Head , his wi●…e and warlike Pallas grew . XI . But these , tho graceful , raise but common fame Compar'd to Glories which attend his Name : That Heav'ns peculiar Mercy might be shewn ; To all the World its Lord anointed known ; His Maker trebly mark'd him for his own . To Empire born ; he long in Exile mourn'd ; But like triumphant royal Oar he burn'd , And with more lustre to his Realms return'd . He came , and lo ! with his Imperial Crown , Such Honour , Peace , and Plenty shower'd down , That he on his ingrateful Land bestow'd Blessings as great as upon him the God. So much these Nations did his Bounty share , A Realm of People all his Fav'rites were . When his mild hand had stop'd the sulph'rous Breath Of savage War , that gorg'd the Jaws of Death , And had destroy'd that vile Cadmean Brood Who bath'd their Swords in their own reaking Blood , And doubly dy'd 'em in a Royal Flood ; His Temples never open'd but when Heav'n Was prais'd , and their rebellious Sins forgiv'n : With what endearing Arts he always strove To gain a wicked murm'ring Peoples Love ! Succour'd their dangers all , and led 'em thro' A wild Abyss and Wilderness of Woe ! Tho they so oft provok'd his sacred Ire , His heav'nly Covenant did ne're expire ; Their leading Cloud by day , by night their lambent Fire . No sort of Misery but he repeal'd ; The diseas'd look'd up to him , and were heal'd . When their flagitious Crimes so num'rous were , That he , like Eastern Kings , might have been Heir To forfeit Realms , forgave the share . And yet when by his Charge our fruitful Nile , With pregnant Surge enriches all the Isle , And the World's Wealth flows in with ev'ry tide , How barbarously were his Wants deny'd ! Through his own precious Wounds , the gen'rous Palm , To cure his People gave 'em sov'reign Balm ! When he in danger sat upon his Throne , Mourn'd the dear Partner of his Woes alone , Their Kindred and Estates were all their own ! Oh may the Laws of God and Man depart From my immortal Soul , and in my Heart No glad Remembrance of blest Joy remain ; But run a savage with the bestial Race , If ever I forget the dying Scene ! How tenderly he with his parting Breath , ( Inherent Love ! unutterable Grace ! ) Midst all the Agonies and racking Pain Of a tormenting hard convulsive death ; Did his dear Pledge to his lov'd Heir bequeath ! Calm as Favonian Winds , when Halcyon's breed , To his twin-star these potent Realms decreed ! Govern 'em well , the yielding Monarch cry'd ; Then on his balmy Nest the lovely Phoenix dy'd ! With Peace and Goodness dy'd so very full , His Body took Impressions from his Soul : The Royal Entrails fair unspotted shin'd , With purple orient Spirits , and divin'd The wondrous Blessing in Great Iames we find . And well were their auspicious Omens made Of Joys , whose vast Foundations Charles has laid . With untaught Hymns and loud immortal Lays , Ages unborn shall bless his peaceful days , And make three Kingdoms one large House of Praise . Learn hence , ye mortal Potentates , who boast Of Mansolean Tombs and Memphian Cost ; Learn how t' embalm an everlasting Name That may out-live those mould'ring works of Fame . Tho dead , Great Charles ! his God-like Vertues shall Bravely revenge their renown'd Masters Fall ! His deathless Praise , with the unwearied Sun , Bright as his Beams , round the wide Earth will run , Till drawing near to this dissolving frame , The sulph'rous Bowels of the Deep enflame ; Till in vast Flakes the fervid Surges rowl Thro' Heav'ns wide Battlements , from Pole to Pole ; And in a Deluge of tempestuous Fire , With his Illustrious Name the World expire . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A63107-e3980 * Italian Rivers . ‖ French Rivers . * Spanish . * Febris acuta , virulenta . * His Blood. * His Heart . a The Herculean Way rais'd by Hercules in his Return from Spain . b Sybil. c Plac'd by some near Naples . d Paus●…lipus and Nesis are the Names of two Promo●…tories near Naples . * Parthen●…pe . ‖ A Colony of 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 ●…ulle Cu●… and Napl●… . a 〈◊〉 a 〈◊〉 Poe●… . b 〈◊〉 ●…oem ●…'d ●…la . c V●… 〈◊〉 a Frederick King of Naples . See Guicciardine . A54754 ---- Theatrum poetarum, or, A compleat collection of the poets especially the most eminent, of all ages, the antients distinguish't from the moderns in their several alphabets : with some observations and reflections upon many of them, particularly those of our own nation : together with a prefatory discourse of the poets and poetry in generall / by Edward Phillips. Phillips, Edward, 1630-1696? 1675 Approx. 559 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 241 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-11 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A54754 Wing P2075 ESTC R18539 12283212 ocm 12283212 58787 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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English poetry -- Bio-bibliography. 2004-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-07 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-08 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2004-08 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Theatrum Poetarum , OR A COMPLEAT COLLECTION of the POETS , Especially The most Eminent , of all Ages . The Antients distinguish't from the Moderns in their several Alphabets . With some Observations and Reflections upon many of them , particularly those of our own Nation . Together With a Prefatory Discourse of the POETS and POETRY in Generall . By EDWARD PHILLIPS . — 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Hesiod . Theog . London , Printed for CHARLES SMITH , at the Angel near the Inner Temple-Gate in Fleet-Street . Anno Dom. M.DC.LXXV . Perfection of knowledge the one , how immers't in swinish sloth and ignorance the other ; I am apt to wonder how it could possibly be imagin'd that the same rationality of Soul should inform alike , as we are oblig'd to beleive by the authority of Sacred Scriptures , and the Doctrine of the Souls Immortality , the whole masse & frame of Human Nature , and not rather that there should be a gradation of Notion from the lowest brute up to the Angelic Region : But that calling to mind the common maxim of Philosophy , that the perfection of Soul is the same in the Infant , as in the ripe of age , only acting more or less vigorously , according to the capacity of the Organs ; I thence collect that there is also a different capacity of the Organs , whence ariseth a different Spirit and Constitution , or some intervening cause , by which it either acts or lies dormant even in Persons of the same age : the first is that Melior Natura , which the Poet speaks of , with which whoever is amply indued , take that Man from his Infancy , throw him into the Deserts of Arabia , there let him converse some years with Tygers and Leopards , and at last bring him where civil society & conversation abides , and ye shall see how on a sudden , the scales and dross of his barbarity purging off by degrees , he will start up a Prince or Legislator , or some such Illustrious Person ; the other is that noble thing call'd Education , this is that Harp of Orphe●s , that Lute of Amphion , so elegantly figur'd by the Poets to have wrought such Miracles among irrational and insensible Creatures , which raiseth beauty even out of deformity , order and regularity , out of Chaos and confusion ; and which if throughly and rightly prosecuted , would be able to civilize the most savage natures , & root out barbarism and ignorance from off the face of the Earth ▪ those who have either of these qualifications singly , may justly be tearm'd Men ; those who have both united in a happy conjunction more than Men ; those who ha●● neither of them in any competent measure , certainly , in the conduct of their lives , less then Men , and of this last sort is compos'd that greatest part by far of our habitable World , ( for what the Nature and distinction is of the Inhabitants of other orb●is● to us utterly unkown though not any where circumscrib'd , but diffused alike through the 4 quarters ) commonly call'd to Euripides for Tragedy , yet nevertheless sleep inglorious in the croud of the forgotten vulgar : and for as many of those Names of Writers , whether more or less Eminent , as have been preserv'd from utter oblivion , together with an account for the most part of what they writ , all Learned Men especially such as are curious of antiquity are oblig'd to those generous ▪ Registers who have been studious to keep alive the memories of Famous Men , of whom it is at least some satisfaction to understand that there were once such Men or Writings in being : However since their works having by what ever casualty perisht , their Names , though thus recorded , yet as being dispeirc't in several Authors , and some of those not of the most conspicuous note , are scarce known to the generality , even of the Learned themselves , and since of later Ages the memories of many whose works have been once made public ; and in general esteem , have nevertheless through tract of time , and the succession of new Generations , fallen to decay and dwindled almost to nothing ; I judged it a Work in some sort not unconducing to a public benefit , and to many not ungratefull , to muster up together in a body , though under their several Classes , as many of those that have imploy'd their fancies or inventions in all the several Arts and Sciences , as I could either collect out of the several Authors that have mention'd them in part , or by any other ways could come to the knowledge of , but finding this too various and manifold a task to be manag'd at once , I pitcht upon one Faculty first , which , not more by chance than inclination , falls out to be that of the Poets , a Science certainly of all others the m●st●noble and exalted , and not unworthily tearmed Divine , since the heighth of Poetical rapture hath ever been accounted little less then Divine Inspiration : Pardon me therefore most Honour'd Friends , if having undertaken a Province more weighty and difficult then the account of any other Art and Science , and which beyond all others exerciseth the utmost nicety and sagacity of judgement , I ambitiously make address to the Patronage of Persons of so fair a reputation , as well in Poetry as other parts of Learning , and who are your selves partys not obscurely or without just merit concerned , whom against what ever may happen either of deserv'd or undeserv'd Censure , vouchsafe but the two first letters of their Names , and these , it is to be supposed , desire to be known onely to some Friends , that understand the Interpretation of those letters , or some curning Men in the Art of Divination ; now as to the last part of the objection , I have so much the more confidence to stand upon my own justification , by how much I rely upon this Maxim , that it is less injustice to admit of 20 that deserve no notice or mention , then to omit one that really deserves ; and here methinks there seems to arise a large feild of examination and distinction , between those that are in truth of no valew or desert , and those that are generally reputed so ; it is to be observed that some have been once of great esteem , and have afterwards grown out of date , others have never arriv'd to any esteem , and possibly in both cases the merits of the cause may have been various on either side ; yet I am apt to beleive that as it , is a more frequent thing to over then undervalew , so a universal contempt is a shrew'd , not infallible , sign of a universal indesert ; the reason is plain , for though no doubt the number of the judicious and knowing is as great if not greater then ever , yet most confessedly not so great as that of the ignorant or only superficially knowing , there are many that think , few only that judge ; therefore things of the most transcendent excellence are for the most part only valw'd by Persons of transcendent judgment , whereas the indifferent and plausible are received with general and vulgar applause . So that those Works which being advantageously publisht , nevertheless obtain no Fame , may be justly suspected of little or no worth , since , had they been excellent , they might falling into the hands of the few that judge , have been vuoy'd up by their authority , had they been plausible , they would h●●e been cry'd up by the many that think . And shall such very Ignore and contemptible pretenders , ●e allow'd a place among tht most renowned of Poetic Writers , among so many Loureated heads , with the triumphant wreath of Parnassus ? I beg your ●avourable attentions , yours in the first place , most oft equal Judges , yours in the next , most Curteous Readers , let me plead a little for the well meaners only , as something Sympathising with those for whom I ●lead ; Vertue will plead for it self , and ●eeds no Advocate ; first let it consider'd time● some that had their Poetical excellencies if well examin'd , and chiefly among the rest Chaucer , who through all the neglect of former● ag'd Poets still keeps a name , being by some few admir'd for his real worth , to others not unpleasing for his facetious way , which joyn'd with his old English intertains them with a kind of Drollery ; however from Qu. Elizabeth's Reign the Language hath been not so unpolisht as to render the Poetry of that time ungratefull , to such as at this day will take the paines to examin it well : besides if 〈◊〉 Poetry should Pleas but what is calculated to every refinement of a Language , of how ill● consequence this would be for the future , let him consider and make it his own case , who being now in fair repute & promising to himself a lasting Fame , shall two or three Ages hence , when the Language comes to be double refin'd , understand ( if Souls have any intelligence after their departure hence , what is done on Earth ) that his Works are become obsolete and thrown aside . If then their Antiquated style be no sufficient reason why the Poets of former A●es should be rejected , much less the pre●●●e of their antiquated mode or fashion 〈◊〉 of Poetry , which whether it be altered for the better or not , I cannot but ●ook upon it as a very pleasant humour , that we should be so complyant with the French custom as to follow set fashions ; not only in Garments , but also in Music , ( wherein the Lydian mood is now most in request ) and Poetry : for Cloths I leave them to the discretion of the Modish , whether of our own or the French Nation ; Breeches and Doublet will not fall under a Metaphysical consideration , but in Arts and Sciences , as well as in Moral Notions , I shall not scruple to maintain that what was verum & bonum once 〈◊〉 to be so always ; now whether the Tr●nck-Hose Fancy of Queen Elizabeth's days or the Pantaloon Genius of ours be best ; I shall not be hasty to determin , not presuming to call in question the judgment of the present Age , only thus much I must needs see , that Custom & Opinion ofttimes take so deep a root , that Judgment hath not free power to act . To the Antient Greecs and Latins , the Modern Poet● of all Nations and for several Ages , have acknowledged themselves beholding , for those both Precepts and examples which have been thought conducing to the perfection of Poetry ; for the manner of its Garb , and dress , which is Vers , we in particular to the Italians , the first of the Moderns that have been eminently Famous in this Faculty , the Measure of the Greec and Latin Verse being no way suitable to the Modern Languages ; & truly so far as I have observed the Italian Stanza in Heroic Poem , and the Sonnet , Canzon , and Madrigal in the Lyric , as they have been formerly more frequently made use of by the English than by any ▪ so except their own proper Language they become none better then ours , and therefore having been used with so good success , I see no reason why they should be utterly rejected ; there is certainly a decency in one sort of Verse more then another which custom cannot really alter , only by familiarity make it seem better ; how much more stately and Majestic in Epic● Poems ● especially of Heroic Argument● , Spencers's Stanza ( which I take to be but an Improvement upon Tasso's Ottava Rima , or the Ottava Rima it self , used by many of our once esteemed Poets ) is above the way either of Couplet or Alternation of four Verses only , I am perswaded , were it revived , would soon be acknowledg'd , and in like manner the Italian Sonnet and Canzon ; above Pindaric Ode , which , whatev●r the name pretends , comes not so near in resemblance to the Odes of Pindarus , as the Canzon , which though it answers not so exactly as to consist of Stroph , Antistroph and Epod , yet the Verses , which in the first Stroph of the Canzon were tied to no fixt number , order or measure , nevertheless in the following Srophs return in the same number , order & measure , as were observ'd in the ●ir ; whereas that which we call the Pindaric , hath a nearer affinity with the Mono●rophic , or Apolelymenon , used in the Cho●●●s of Aeschylus his Tragedies : one thing more is to be observ'd between the Italian Verse and ours , namely that the Dissyliable , which in that Language is the only way of Riming , is also in ours , very applicable to Rime , and hath been very much used formerly ; I was going to say with as much grace , sometimes , if not more , then the Monosyllable ; but that I am loath to appear too singularly addicted to that which is now so utterly exploded , especially since there are other things of much greater consequence then the Verse ; though it cannot be deny'd , but that a Poetical fancy is much seen in the choise of Verse proper to the chosen subject , yet however , let the fashion of the Vers be what it will , according to the different humour of the Writer , if the Style be elegant and suitable , the Verse whatever it is , may be the better dispenc't with , and the truth is the use of Measure alone without any Rime at all , would give far more ample Scope and liberty , both to Style and fancy then can possibly be observed in Rime , as evidently appears from an English Heroic Poem , which came forth not many years ago , and from the Style of Virgil , Horace , Ovid , and others of the Latins , which is so pure and proper , that it could not possiby have been better in Prose : another thing yet more considerable is conduct and design in whatever kind of Poetry , whether the Epic , the Dramatic , the Lyric , the Elegiac , the Epanetic , the Bucolic , or the Epigram ; under one of which all the whole ▪ circuit of Poetic design , is one way or other included ; so that whoever should desire to introduce some 〈◊〉 of Poem of different fashion , from any known to the Antients , would do no more then he that should study to bring a new Order into Architecture , altogether differe●● both from the Doric , Ionic , Corinthian , Tuscan and Composite . Epigram , is as it were the fag end of Poetry , and indeed consists rather of conceit and ●cumen of Wit , then of Poetical inventions yet it is more commendable to be a Martial in Epigram then Juvenal's Codrus in Heroic Poetry . The Epaenetic , comprehends the Hymn , the Epithalamium , the Genethliacon , or what else tends to the praise or congratulation of Divine , or on Earth Eminent Persones the Bucolic , on Eclogue , pretends only the familiar discourse of Sheapheards about their Loves or such like concernments , yet under that umbrage treats oft times of higher matters thought convenient to be spoken of rather mysteriously and obscurely , then in plain tearms : the Elegi●● seems , intended at first for complaint of crosses in Love , or other calamitous accidents , but became applicable afterwards to all manner of subjects and various occasions : the Lyric consists of Songs or Airs of Love , or other the most soft and delightfull subject , in verse most apt for Musical Composition , such as the Italian Sonnet ; but most especially Canzon and Madrigal before mentioned , and the English Ode heretofore much after the same manner : the Dramatic comprehends Satyr , and her two Daughters Tragedy and Comedy : the Epic is of the largest extent , and includes all that is narrative either of things or Persons , the higst degree whereof is the Heroic , as Tragedy of the Dramatic , both which consist in the greatness of the Argument ; and this is that which makes up the perfection of a Poet ; in other Arguments a Man may appear a good Poet , in the right management of this alone a great Poet ; for if Invention be the grand part of a Poet or Maker , and Verse the least , then certainly the more sublime the Argument , the nobler the Invention , and by consequence the greater the Poet ; and therefore it is not a meer Historical relation , spic't over with a little slight fiction , now and then a personated vertue or vice rising but of the ground , and uttering a speech , which makes a Heroic Poem but it must be rather a brief obscure or remote Tradition , but of some remarkable piece of story , in which the Poet hath an ample feild to inlarge by feigning of probable circumstances , in which and in proper Allegorie , Invention , the well management● whereof is indeed no other then decorum , principally consisteth , and wherein there is a kind of truth , even in the midst of Fiction ; for what ever is pertinently said by way of Allegorie is Morally though not Historically true , and Circumstances the more they have of verisimility , the more they keep up the reputation of the Poet , whose buisiness it is to deliver feign'd things as like to truth as may be , that is to say not too much exceeding apprehension , or the beleif of what is possible or likely , or positively contradictory to the truth of History . So that it would ●e absurd in a Poet to set his Hero upon Romantic actions ( let his courage be what it will ) exceeding Human strength and power , as to fight singly against whole Armies , and come off unhurt , at least if a mortal Man , and not a Deity or armed with Power Divine ; in like manner to transgress so far the compute of time as to bring together those that liv'd several Ages asunder ; as if Alexander the Great should be brought to fight a single Duel with Julius Caesar , would either argue a shamefull ignorance in Chronologie , or an irregular and boundless licence in Poetical fiction , which I reckon is allow'd the Poet chiefly upon this consideration ; because being supposed as he ought , to understand the ways of Heroic vertue & Magnanimty from better principles then those of common and implicite opinion , he hath the advantage of representing , and setting forth greater Idea's , and more noble Examples then probably can be drawn from known History , and indeed there is no ingenious or excellent quality either native or acquired wherewith he should not be fully acquainted , no part of Learning in which he ought not to be exactly instructed , since as a curious piece of History painting , which is the highest perfection in the Art of Picture , is the result of several other Arts as Perspective , Proportion , the knowledge of History , Morality , the passions of t●e mind , &c. so Heroic Poesie ought to be the result of all that can be contrived of profit , delight or ornament either from experience in human affairs or from the knowledge of all Arts and Sciences , it being but requisite that the same Work which sets forth the highest Acts of Kings and Heroes should be made fit to allure the inclinations of such like Persons to a studious delight in reading of those things , which they are desired to imitate . They likewise very much erre from probability of circumstance who go about to describe ●ntient things after a modern Model , which is an untruth , even in Poetry it self , and so against all Decorum , that it shows no otherwise th●n as if a Man should read the Antient History of the Persians or Egyptians to inform himself of the customs and ▪ manners of the modern Italians and Spaniards ; besides that our Author should avoid , as much as might be , the making such descriptions as should any way betray his ignorance in antient customs or any other knowledge , in which he ought industriously to shew himself accomplish't . There is a also a Decorum to be observ'd in the style of the H. Poem that is that it be not inflate or gingling with an empty noise of Words , nor creepingly low and insipid , but of a Majesty suitable to the Grandeur of the subject , not nice or ashamed of vulgarly unknown , or unusual words , if either tearms of Art , well chosen , or pr●per to the occasion for fear of frighting the Ladies from reading , as if it were not more reasonable that Ladies who will read Heroic Poem should be qualified accordingly , then that the Poet should check his fancy for such either Men or Ladys whose capacities will not ascend above Argalus and Parthenia . Next to the Heroic Poem , if not as some think equal , is Tragedy , in conduct very different , in heighth of Argument alike as treating only of the Actions and concernments of the most Illustrious Persons , whereas Comedy sets before us the humours , converse and designs of the more ordinary sort of People : the chief parts thereof are the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , & 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 by which latter is meant that moving and Pathetical manner of expression , which in some respect is to exceed the highest that can be delivered in Heroic Poesie , as being occasioned upon representing to the very life , the unbridled passions of Love , Rage and Ambition , the violent ends or down falls of great Princes , the subversion of Kingdoms and Estates , or what ever else can imagined of funest or Tragical , all which will require a style not ramping , but passionately sedate & moving ; as for the Ethos , waving farther large Discourses , as intending a Preface only , not Poetical System , I shall only leave it to consideration whether the use of the Chorus , and the observation of the ancient Law of Tragedy , particularly as to limitation of time , would not rather by reviving the pristine glory of the Tragic all , advance then diminish the present , adding moreover this caution that the same Indecorums are to be avoided in Tragedy as have already been intimated in Heroic Poem , besides one incident to Tragedy alone , as namely that Linsie-woolsie ▪ intermixture of Comic mirth with Tragic seriousness , which being so frequently in use , no wonder if the name of Play be apply'd without distinction as well to Tragedy as Comedy ; and for the Verse if it must needs be Rime , I am clearly of opinion that way of Versifying ; which bears the name of Pindaric , and which hath no necessity of being divided into Strophs or Stanzas would be much more suitable for Tragedy then the 〈◊〉 Rhapsodie of Riming Couplets , 〈◊〉 whoever shall mark it well , will finds it appear too stiff , and of too much constraint for the liberty of conversation ▪ and the interlocution of several Persons : and now before conclude , I cannot but call to 〈◊〉 something that may be yet alledged againt some very noted Writers either Phil●s●●ph●rs , Historians , Mathematicians 〈◊〉 the like , here mentioned , who for what they are said to have written in Poetry , being perhaps but small or inconsiderable , will scarce be thought worth 〈◊〉 plaid among the Poets ; It is true indeed , they do not shine here as in their proper Sphear of Fame , nevertheless since it is not ungrateful to many to know all that hath been written by famous Men ▪ as well in the Arts they least , as those they most profess , and since the Register of one Science only may well take the greater Scope within that circuit , I judged it not impertinent to mention as well those Famous Men in other Faculties , who have also writ Poetically , as the most Famous of Poetical Writers , considering especially how largely the Name of Poet is generally taken ; for if it were once brought to a strict Scrutinie , who are the right , genuie and true born Poets , I fear me our number would fall short , and there are many that have a Fame deservedly for what they have writ , even in Poetry it self , who if they came to the rest , I question how well they would endure to hold open their Eagle eys against the Sun : Wit , Ingenuity , and Learning in Verse , even Elegancy it self , though that comes neerest , are one thing , true Native Poetry is another ; in which there is a certain Air and Spirit ; which perhaps the most Learned and judicious in other Arts do not perfectly apprehend , much less is it attainable by any Study or Industry ; nay though all the Laws of Heroic Poem , all the Laws of Tragedy were exactly observed , yet still this tour entrejeant , this Poetic Energie , if I may so call it , would be required to give life to all the rest , which shines through the roughest most unpolish't and antiquated Language , and may happly be wanting , in the most polite and reformed : let us observe Spencer , with all his Rustie , obsolete words , with all his rough-hewn clowterly Verses ; yet take him throughout , and we shall find in him a gracefull and Poetic Majesty : in like manner Shakespear , in spight of all his unfiled expressions , his rambling and indigested Fancys , the laughter of the Critical , yet must be confess 't a Poet above many that go beyond him in Literature some degrees . All this while it would be very unreasonable that those who have but attempted well , much m●re those who have been learned , judicious or Ingenuous in Verse should be forgotten and left out of the circuit of Poets , in the larger acceptation . Thus , most Worthy Arbiters , I have layd before you the reason and occasion of this design , have Apologized for what I judg'd most obnoxious to Censure or Objection ; have lastly , deliver'd my own sentiment in some things relating to Poetry , wherein , if I have differ'd ought from the received opinion , I can safely aver , that I have not done it out of affectation of singularity , but from a different apprehension , which a strict inquiry into the truth of things ( for there is also a Right and a Wrong , a Best and a Worst , as well in Poetical as other Assertions ▪ ) hath suggested to my reason , perswading my self , that no right judgement can be given , or distinction made in the Writings of This or That Author , in whatevor Art or Science ; but , without taking ought upon trust , by an unbiass'd , and , from the knowledge of ancient Authors ; judicious examination of each ; being also sufficiently assur'd of the concurrence with me in this matter , of all impartial Readers ; of yours especially , m● most honoured Friends , whom I wish that fate which I am concern'd in for all deserving Writers , a lasting Fame , equal to the merit 〈◊〉 what you have so advantagiously publisht to the World. ERRATA . PAg. 5. lin . 24. for Mercer , read Macer . p. 15. l. 11. for Poets , r. Poet. p. 24. l. 8. for l. 8. Epigr. 25. r. l. 7. Epigr. 26. Ibid. l. 21. r. Asclepiades . p 31. l. 9. r. Stagira . p. 44. l. 25. for Philiip , r. Philip. p. 59. l. 19. after Passe , a comma . p. 60. l. 10. r. Epigr. 71. p. 78. l. 2. after Fable , r. Anacalyptomene . p. 96. l. 24. for Pori o● , r. Poictou . p. 97. l. 27. after Instistutor , r. of the solemnisation . p. 106. l. 28. r. Antients . p. 110. l. 17 ▪ for Lucullus , r. Lucilius . p. 122. l. 19. for Stephanus , r. Heinsius . p. 141. l. 4. r. Apollonius . p. 156. l. 1. for one , r. and : p. 152. after Minias , a comma , and none after Painter . p. 153. l. 2. after year , r. 1590 ▪ p. 169. l. 7. for 20 second , r. 22d . Ibid. l. 17. r. Halieutic . p. 172. r. Ferreus . p. 175. l. 25. Epigr. r. 86. Ibid. l. 28. r. Sublimitate . In the second Part : p. 21. in the marg . Note , for sibi , r. tibi . p. 79. l. 17. r. combat . p. 110. l. ●8 . dele has . p. 115. r. K. Henry the Eighth's Reign . p. 116. l. 10. r. Sir John Sucklin . p. 118. l. 25. r. Laetus . p. 153. l. 12. r. Bellunensian . Eminent Poets Among the ANCIENTS , ABARIS , a Scythian , the Disciple ( as saith Jamblichus ) of Pythagoras , and sent Embassador ( as saith Harpocration ) from the Scythians to the Athenians ; he wrote in verse the Journey of Apollo to the Hyperboreans , the Scythian Oracles , the Nuptials of Hebrus , with other things ; whither he liv'd in the time of Phalaris , and wrote that Epistle which bears his name , is disputed by Vossius . Abbianus , an old Greec Epigramma , t ist , some of whose Epigrams are to be found in Planudes his Florilegium . Abbo , an ancient Monk of St. German a Pratis , who flourish't in the time of Carolus Crassus , he wrote a Poem of the seige of Paris by the Normans , which is yet extant . Barthius calls him Albo , and gives him the Sir-name of Cernuus . Abronius Silo , a Poet who flourish't in the time of Augustus , and is mention'd by Marcus Seneca to have been a hearer of Porcius Latro ; contemporary with , and mention'd by the said Seneca was another Silo , the Son of the foresaid Abronius . Accius , a Latin Tragaedian contemporary with Pacuvius , but somewhat younger , he was in great favour and esteem with Decius Brutus , who adorn'd Temples and Monuments with his verses . Of which diverse are cited by Charisius out of his Atreus , Bacchis , Io● , Philocteta , Epinausimache . Aceratus , an ancient Grammarian and Epigrammatist , who hath a name in the Greek Anthologie . Achaeus , the Son of Pythodorus and Pythoris , he flourish't from the Seventy fourth to the Eighty second Olympiad , & wrote very many comoedies , whereof two are remembred by Athenaeus , viz. his Cycnus and his Maerae . Addaeus of Mitilene , and Addaeus of Macedon , both cited in the Greec Anthologie . Admetus , a foolish Poet in the time of the Emperours Trajan , and Adrian , the Epigram he orderd to be inscrib'd upon his Tomb is derided by Demona●c in Lucian . Adrianus , a Roman Emperour , under whose name there is a witty Epigram in the Greec Anthologie ; besides several Anacreontics and Iambies in Latin mention'd by Spartianus . Aeantides , one of the Seven Greec Poets ( the other Six being Homerus Junior , the Son of Myro a Poetess of Byzantium , Sositheus , Lycophron , Alexander , Philiscus and Dionysiades , ) who according to the account of the Scholia's of Hephaestion were called the Pleiades ; though Isacius T●etzes reckons but two of the above mention'd in this famous Septemvirate , viz. Lycophron and Homerus junior , and makes the rest to be Theocritus , Nicander , Callimachus , Apollonius , and Aratus , and the Scholiast of Theocritus in stead of Nicander and Callimachus puts in Philiscus , and Ae●n-a tides . Aegidius , a Greec Benedictine Monke who flourish't about the year Seven hundred , he wrote a book de Pulsibus in verse , and another de urinis , there is also an Epigram of one Aegidius in the Greec Anthologie . Aelius Julius Crottus , an ancient writer of Eglogues , and also of Iambics Hendecasyllables , and other sorts of Lyric verse . Aelius Saturninus a Roman , who for certain libelling verses against Tiberius was condemn'd to death , and thrown down headlong from the Capitol , he is reckon'd among the Poets by Lilius Giraldus . There flourisht also about the same time Caius Germanicus Caesar ▪ ( the Son of Drusus ) whom Ovid in his Fasti celebrates for a Poet , the Epigram upon the Thracian Boy , who had his head cut off by ice is thought to have been his ▪ Caius Lutorius Priscus a Roman Knight , famous for his Elegie upon Germanicus poyson'd by Piso ; but put to death by the Senate for writing against Drusus . Phaedrus a Thracian who turn'd into Jambic verse certain Fables of Aesop , which are mention'd by Avienus in his Praeface to Theod osius Macrobius ; Marcus Aemilius Scaurus a Tragic Poet , who for some expressions in his Atreus , which were interpreted by Tiberius as meant of him , was driven to lay violent hands on himself . Caius Cominius a Roman Knight , who notwithstanding his Libelling verses against Tiberius mention'd by Tacitus is scarce allow'd a Poet by Vossius ; Lucius Fenestella , whom Vossius imagines to have been a Historian mistaken for a Poet ; and lastly , Alphius Avitus whom see in Flavus . Aemilianus a Greec Epigrammatist , whose name is in the foresaid Anthologie . Aemilius Mercer , a Latin Poet of Verona , whom see in Publius Ovidius , he is also mention'd by Servius upon the Fourth book of Virgils Georgics , and the first of his Aeneids also by Charisius and others , though it is doubted whether that Poem which we have extant under his name de virtutibus Plantarum be really his . Aenicus , a writer of Tragedies , whose ▪ Antea is by some ascribed to Pollux . Aeschines , an Athenian , whom Plutarch ( writing his life among the Ten famous Oratours ) relates to have been first a Tragic Poet , he is also mention'd by Philostratus in the lives of the Sophisters . Aeschrion , a Poet of Mitylene in high esteem with Aristotle , as Nicander in his book de disciplina . Aristotelie testifies . Aesc●ylus an Athenian Tragic Poet , born in the Village of Eleusis , contemporary with Pindarus in the Sixty ninth Olympiad , according to the old Scholiast , but as Mr. Stanly in his most accurate Edition of this Authour makes out by diligent computation , and his Collection out of Mr. Seldens Marmora Arundeliana , in the Sixty third . The Son of Euphorion , and Brother of Cynegyru● and Aminias who signaliz'd themselves in the battle of Marathon and the Sea-fight of Salamis in which our Poet also was present , of Sixty six Drama's , which he wrote ( being Victor in 13 ) and Five Satyrs , we have extant onely Seven Tragedies , his Prometheus Vinctus , his Septem contra Thebas , Agamem●on , Persae , Eumenides , Icetides , and Choephorae . But though he was Victor 13 times , yet it is said he took it so to heart to be vanquisht by Sophocles then a young man , that he left his Co●ntrey and betook himself to Hiero King of Sicily , where he made his Tragedy Aetna so called from the City of that name which Hiero was then building Homonimous to the Mountain , others say it was because he was vanquisht by Simonides in his Elegiac verse upon the slain at Marathon , after he had been resident at Gela Three years , he dyed of a fracture of his skull caus'd by an Eagles letting fall a shell-fish out of his claw upon his bald head , which seems to have been portended by the Oracle , which being consulted upon the manner of his death , answered 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , this hapned in the Sixty ninth year of his age according to the above mention'd computation ; he is mention'd by Horace as the first bringer up of the Tragic pall , and of the splendid apparate of Scenes and persons , & by some of the Tr. Buskin ; There was also of this name a Poet of Alexandria whose Amphitryo and his Carmina Meseniaca are mention'd by Athenaeus . Aeschylus the Tragedian had two Sons , Euphorion and Bion , who were both Victors by their Poems in the Olympic games . Agathias a Smyrnaean , who flourisht in the time of the Emperour Justinian , and wrote besides his History of Belisarius and Narses , a Poem Intituled Dionysiaca , and also several Epigrams which are extant in the Greec Anthologie ; contemporary with whom was Tribonianus Sidetes , who wrote in verse a Comment upon Ptolomi'es Canon , with some other things mention'd by Suidas . Agathon , a Tragic Poet , who flourisht in the first year of the Ninetieth Olympiad , and was Victor by his Lenaei , he is mention'd by Athenaeus and Philostratus . There liv'd also much about the same time a Comic Poet of the same name , who is cited by Aristotle . Agathyllus , an Arcadian Elegiographer mention'd with praise by Dionysius Halicarnassaeus . Agidius Delphus a Greec Poet , who flourisht in the primitive time of Christianity , and deserves to be remembred for his version of St. Paul's Epistle to the Romans into Greec verse . Agis Amphiptolemus , several verses of his are cited by Pausanias . Agis a Poet of Argos , whom Curtius brands for a bad Poet , and yokes with him one Chaerilus both for time and badness of verses . This Chaerilus was in high favour with Alexander the Great , and as ill as his verses were , for they are very much condemned by Horace . l. 11 ▪ Epist ▪ they were received as the Celebrators of his Acts ; there were also two others of the same name , ●he one a Samian , who Elegantly set forth the victory of the Athenians over Xerxes , for which he was both highly rewarded and honoured , the other ( if it were not the same as Vossius seems to disprove by the interval of time ) a companion to Lisander , and solemnizer of his Victories . Alanus a Sicilian , both Poet and Eminent Oratour , who wrote a book de planctu ▪ Naturae , partly in verse , partly in Solute Oration . Albinus see Decius Laberius . Albius Tibullus , an Elegant Latin Elegiac Poet , whose works are commonly printed with Catullus , he was a Roman Knight . Alcaeus , a Lyric Poet , who according to Eusebius flourisht in the Forty fourth Olympiad , and as Diogenes Laertius testifies , was a great Enemie to the Tyrant Pittacus , who was also a Poet , as his Six hundred Elegiac verses mention'd by Suidas testifie , and of the number of those accounted the Seven Sages of Greece . He is mention'd by Horace in the Ninth Ode of his Fourth book ; There was also of the same name a Comic Poet , whose Endymion and Pasiphae are mention'd by Pollux , and several other Comedies of his by 〈◊〉 , he contended at Athens with Aristophanes , whose contemporary he was , together with Aristomenes an Athenian , whose Comedie call'd Admetus is mention'd by the Scholiast of Aristophanes , he is one of those call'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Secundarii by Suidas , and the anonymous Authour of the History of the Olympiads ; Nicophon , whose Adonis is mention'd by the said Scholiast , as his Sirenes and other Comedies of his by Suidas , by whom he is call'd Nicophron . Nicochares the Son of Philonidas , and a contemporary of Aristophanes ; his Amymone , Pelops , Galatea , and several other Comedies are mention'd by Suldas , Pollux , Athenaeus and Aristotle ; Callistratus an Athenian Comic Poet an Emulatour of Aristophanes ; much about the same time also liv'd Apollophanes , whom Suidas and Aelian mention for Comic poesie , but Fulgentius mentions him ( if it be the same ) for Epic poesie . Alcander , an ancient writer conjectur'd a Poet by Vossius , from a passage of Clemens Alexandrinus . Alcimeenes , a Tragic Poet of Megara mention'd by Suidas , There was also of the same name an Athenian comic Poet , whose Thesaurus and Peccantes are mention'd by the said Authours . Alcimus Ecdicius Avitus , an Archbishop of Vienna , who flourisht in the times of the Emperours Zeno and Anastatius , and wrote in Hexameter verse , de Origine mundi , and several other Theological discourses ; besides some things in prose , there flourisht also in the time of Zeno another Bishop of Vienna , namely Claudianus Mamertus , who wrote a poem , de statu animae , and another , contra vanos poetas ; also Claudius Marius Victor , a Rhetorician of Marseilles , who wrote upon Genesis in Hexameter verse to his Son Aethereus , with some other things which are said to be yet extant . Alcman a Lyric Poet of Lacedemon , who began to flourish in the Twenty seventh Olympiad , there was also of the same name , a Messenian , who was also a Lyric , and appear'd in the Fourth year of the Thirtieth Olympiad , both mention'd by Suidas , and one of them by Pausanias for his poem of Castor and Pollux . Aldhelmus , ( from the Saxon word Althelm i. e. old Helmet ) an ancient Saxon Poet , who flourisht in the tim of Justinianus Junior , he was the Son of Kentenus , brother to Ina King of the West Saxons , having visited the chief Universities of France and Italy , at his return he was made Abbot of Malmesbury , and afterwards Bishop of Shirburn ; Besides his great proficiency in all parts of Divine and humane learning , he was particularly excellent in Oratorie and Poetrie ; wrote several Odes and other Poems ; among which was his Acrostic of Thirty eight verses mention'd by J. Pitseus in his Scriptores Anglici . Alexander a Grammarian and Tragic poet of Aetolia , whose verses are cited by Parthenius and Strabo . Of the same name also was he whom Cicero mentions , with such mean approbation of his poetrie , whither the same with Alexander the Ephesian ▪ Sirnamed Lychnus , who wrote Geographie in verse , is doubted by Giraldus , also the Roman Emperour of that name sirnamed Severus , wrote the lives of some of the foregoing Emperours in Greek Verse , as is testifyed by Lampridius . Alexis , a Thurian Comic Poet , who flourisht in the time of Alexander the Great , very many comedies of his are mention'd by Athenaeus and Pollux , he was Unckle to Menander , about the same time was Philippides the Brother of Morsimus ; and , as Plutarch affirms , favour'd by King Lysimachus , he is said by Suidas to have written Forty five Comedies , and by Agellius to have dyed for joy ; being unexpectedly proclaimed Victor at the Olympian Games ; also Neophon or Neophron a Tragic poet of Sicyon , who wrote One hundred and twenty Tragedies , and is thought to have been the Authour of that Medea , which is commonly attributed to Euripides , he was put to death with Callisthenes the Philosopher , whose intimate friend he was as Suidas affirms ; and lastly , Lycon a Comic Poet mention'd by Plutarch in his life of Alexander . Alfred , a King of this Island of ever glorious memory , the Fifth from Ecbert , in whom began the English Saxon Monarchy , he was equally Renowned , both for Arms ; and Arts , in the first whereof he signalis'd himself by his frequent Victories over the invading Danes , in the last , both by his favour to learned men ; and his own Studious addiction to all sorts of Learning , by which he gain'd himself the Character of a great , both Theologist , Philosopher , Jurisconsult , Historian , Mathematician , Musician , and among the rest of Poets also . Alphenus Varius , see Anser . Alphius Avitus , the Authour of certain books inscrib'd Excellentium in dimeter Jambic verse , being much ancienter ▪ than Alcimus , for whom he is by some mistaken . Amipsi●s , a Contemporary of Aristophanes , his Comedie intituled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , is mention'd by the Anonymous Authour of the description of the Olympiads , and by the Scholiast of the said Aristophanes . Ammonus and Eusebius Scholasticus , two Authours mention'd by Socrates and Nieephorus ; they liv'd in the time of Theodosius Junior , and wrote both o● them in verse a History of the War against Gaina the Goth. Amaenus , a writer of an uncertain age , but for certain ancienter than the time of the Emperour Charles the first , he is mentiond in some old Manuscripts , as the Authour of that Enchiridion of the old and new Testament in verse , which Sichardus ascribes to Sedulius . Amphilochius , a Bishop of Iconium , who flourisht in the time of the Emperour Julianus , and wrote among other things a Poem in Iambic verse to Seleucus , concerning the Canonical books of the Scripture . To him St. Basil Dedicated his book , de spiritu Sancto ; about the same time liv'd Eudaemon of Pelusium , who besides what he wrote in Grammar and Rhetoric is said by Suidas to have written several Poems , he was a companion of Libanius the Rhetorician , in Julian's time also liv'd Calistus , who as Socrates and Nicephorus affirm wrote in Heroic verse the Acts of the said Emperour , also Milesius of Smyrna favour'd of Anatolius , and related by Eunapius to have excell'd in all kind of Poetrie , and with him Ionicus , a Poet and Physician of Sardis . And lastly , Gregorius of Nazianzen , whose Divine Poems both in Hexameter and other sort of verse are yet extant , he is remembred by Hieronimus , whose Master he was . Amphis an Athenian Comic Poet , the Son of Amphicrates , he was as saith Laertius contemporary with Plato who was sometimes the Subject of his comical wit. Anacha●sis , a Scythian mention'd among the Philosophers , he was Brother to a Scythian King , and liv'd in the time of Craesus King of Lydia , his Mother being a Graecian Woman ▪ he wrote the Scythian Laws in verse ; besides a Poem of the frailty of humane life consisting of Eight hundred verses . Anacreon , a Lyric Poet of Teos , several of whose Poems are yet extant , he flourisht in the 61 and 62 Olympiad , as Eusebius and Suidas affirm , and as Pausanias in his Attics and Strabo testifie , was in high favour with Polycrates the Tyrant of Samos , whom he often celebrates in his verses . Ananius , an Jambic writer of an uncertain age mention'd by Athenaeus in his Dipuosophists , and Isaacius upon Lyeophron . Anaxandrides , a Comic Poet of Rhodes , or as some say Colophon , who flourisht in the Second year of the One hundred and first Olympiad , as Suidas and the Authour of the Olympiads testifie , he is cited by Aristotle in his Rhetorics and Ethics ; of the Sixty five Comedies he wrote ( in Ten whereof he is said to have been Victor ) his Odysseus is chieflly commended by Athenaeus : in the same Olympiad appear'd also Eubulus Cettius a writer as saith Suidas of between the Media and Nova Comedia , he wrote Twenty four Comedies , whereof his Nutrices , Clepsydra , and Cercopes are cited by Athenaeus , and his Calatophori by Ammonius , then also flourisht Mnesimachus a Writer of Media Comedia , his Hippotrophus , Bustris and Philippus are cited by Athenaeus , this Authour is very much commended by Diogenes La●rtius in his life of Socrates . Anaxiles , see Plato . Anaxipolis of Thasus , see in Antipater . Anaxippus see in Menander . Anitius Manlius Boethius Severi●us , a most learned and Elegant writer in the time of Zeno and Anastatius , he together with his Wife Helpis , to omit all other parts of Learning , was particularly Eminent in poetrie , as his Five books , de Consolatione Philosophiae testifie , he was put to death , together with Symmachus by Theodoric King of the Goths in Italie . Auna●us Cornutus , a Tragic poet , whose works are totally lost , who liv'd in the time of Claudius and Nero , and was the Master of Persius the Satyrist . Aunianus , an ingenuous and learned Poet mention'd by Agellius , or Aulus Gellius , as he is generally call'd ; he flourisht in the times of the Emperours Trajan and Adrian , his Fescennine verses are mention'd by Ausonius in his Thirteenth Idyl at the end of the Cento Nuptialis . Anser , Bavius , and Maevius , three ill Poets contemporaries of Virgil , by whom the two last are mention'd , about the same time also flourisht Publius Syrus a Comic writer , Corni●icius , one of Virgils detractors , Cai●s Asinius Pollio , Alfenus Varius a more famous Juris Consult than Poet , Cornelius Gallus , Cassius Severus one of Caesars Assassinats , and as some think the Authour of that Tragedie of Thyestes , which is ascribed to Quintus Varus , also Gracchus , Codrus , whom Virgil mentions with praise in his Seventh Eglogue , there being another of the same name in Domitians time , whose Theseis is derided by Juvenal , Caius Rabirius , who wrote in verse the War between M. Antonius and Octavius in an inflate style , for which he is taken notice of by Ovid , Lucius Julius Calidius mention'd with singular praise by Pomponius Atticus , to which purpose a passage of the said Atticus is cited by Cornelius Nepos in his life . Antagoras of Rhodes , see in Menander . Anthippus , a Comic Poet of an uncertain age . Antigrammaratus , a Poet mention'd by Lilius Giraldus to have liv'd since Charles the Great , though in what particular age is uncertain ; as likewise several others which are likewise mention'd by him , as Decianus of Emerita a poet and philosopher , Dracontius , who wrote a poem call'd Hexaemeron , or the Six dayes work , Facetus , and Joannes Nantuillensis an Englishman , who wrote a poem call'd Archithenium ; though in a rude and disorderly style , Floretus , Gamphredus and Pamphilus a writer of Elegies . Antilochus , a favourite to Lysander the Lacedaemonian , whom he celebrated in his verses , and was rewarded with a Cap full of Silver , he flourisht in the Ninety fourth Olympiad , in the first year of which the said Lysander took Athens ; contemporary with whom was Morsimus the Son of Philocles , and the Sister of Aeschylus , he wrote a Tragedie , which is mention'd with derision by Aristophanes , also Critias one of the Thirty Tyrants of Athens impos'd by Lysander , chiefly noted for his Elegie to Alcibiades and his fragment of Jambic verses extant in Sextus the Philosopher ▪ Athenaeus mentions a Poet of the same name the Son of Callaeschrus , but thought to be not the same . Antimachus , a Colophonian Poet mention'd by Pausanios and Plutarch , the subject of his Poem was the expedition of the Argives against the Thebans . Antipater of Sidon , a Poet and Historian , who appear'd in the 179 Olympiad , Ptolomaeus Lathyrus then Reigning , he is taken notice of by Cicero in his books de Oratore ; in the Reign of the said Lathyrus , liv'd also Anaxipolis of Thasus , and Dionysius sirnamed Scytobrachion , whom Suidas will have to be of Mitylene , ( though others say of Miletus , ) and that he wrote the expedition of Bacchus and Minerva , and six books of Argonauts ; besides Antipater of Sidon , there was also another of the same name of Thessalonica , who liv'd in the Reign of Augustus , of which time he and Bathyllus were the chief Pantomimi , as is testified by Dion , Z●simus , Suidas and others , in the Greec Authologie are several Epigrams both of his and the other Antipater . Antiphanes Caristius a writer of Media Comedia , who flourisht in the first year of the Hundred and fourth Olympiad , very many of his Comedies are mention'd by Julius Pollux and Athenaeus and by this last , his saying to Alexander the Great , about one of his plays , which was recited to the said Alexander . Antipho the Rhamnusian , see Dionysius . Antistius Sosianus , see Euodus . Aphareus , see Isocrates . Apollinaris , a Bishop of Laodicea in Syria in the Reigns of Julian , Valentinian and Valens , and the beginning of Theodosius the Great , besides his devine poems , among which some reckon Christus patiens , which is generally ascrib'd to Gregory of Nazianzene , he is highly eminent among the ancient Ecclesiastick writers treated of by Hieronimus for his 30 books against Porphirius , for which Philostorgius prefers him before Eusebius and Methodius , with other things , both in Theologie , History and Poetrie ; Particularly we have extant his Metaphrase upon David's Psalms in Greek verse , besides which he is said by Suidas to have turn'd the whole book of the Hebrews into Greek verse , for a more particular commendation and Character of him see Joannes Sarisburiensis de Nugis Curialium , Vincentius Lirinensis in his Commonitorie , Theophilus of Alexandria l. 1. paschali and Vossius l. 2. de Historicis Graecis . There was another Apollinaris celebrated by Martial . l. 8. Epigr. 25. yet scarce allow'd by Vossius to pass among the number of the poets , but him vulgarly call'd Sidonius Apollinaris , see in Caius . Apollodorus Gelous , a Comic poet , contemporary with Menander , several of whose Comedies are remembred by Athenaeus Suidas and Pollux , and from whom as Donatus testifies Terence took his phormio and H●cyra . There was also a Tragic poet of Tarsus so nam'd Six Tragedies of whose writing are mention'd by Julius Pollux ; another of that name was a Grammarian the Son of s●clepiades and Disciple of Aristarchus the Grammarian and panetius the Rhodian philosopher , and this was the Authour of the book of the Genealogie of the Gods yet extant , intituled Bibliotheca , which is vulgarly imputed to Apollodorus Atheniensis ; Therewas also as Vossius observes out of Suidas , a comic poet of the same name , who wrote 47 Comedies , and was Five times sole Victor at the Olympic games . Athenaeus mentions also Apollodorus Caristius , who whit her he were not the same with Gelous is in some dispute . Apollonius of Rhodes , see Eratosthenes . Apollophanes , see Alcaeus . Aquilius ( or as some say Attilius or Cecilius ) Severus a Spaniard , who liv'd in the Reigns of Julian and Valentinian , he is made mention of by Hieronimus among the Ecclesiastic writers for his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or History of his life both in prose and verse . Aquinius , Cesius and Suffenus , Three ill poets mention'd by Catullus in his verses to Licinius Calvus , and his Epigram to Varus , and also by Cicero in his Tusculan questions . Araros , a comic poet of the Greecs the Son of Aristophanes as Suidas testifies , who mentions his Hymenaeus one of the Six Comedies he is said to have written , Four Comedies of his are cited by Athenaeus . Arator , a Latin poet who flourisht in the time of the Emperour Justinian , and wrote the History of the Acts of the Apostles in two books in verse , which he is said to have dedicated to Abbot Florianus , and to Vigilius Bishop of Rome . Aratus , a Greec poet of Soli , in Cilicia , as saith Eusebius in his Chronicle , he flourisht in the time of Ptolomaeus Philadelphus and Antigonus Gonatus , with whom he liv'd in very great favour and esteem , his poem of the Description of the Coelestial constellations , and of the prognosticks of the weather which is yet extant , was highly esteem'd by those of his time , as Aristarchus of Samos , the two Aristilli Geometricians , the two Euaeneti , Crates , Numenius the Grammarian , Pyrrhus of Magnesia , Zeno and Thales . Archedicus a comic poet , who wrote against Demochares ; two comedies of his writing , Thesaurus and Diamartanon are cited by Athenaeus . Archestratus a Syracusian , or as some say a Geloan the Disciple of Terpsion , he is said to have written a poem of Belly-chear , or things belonging to the Gullet . Archias an ancient Greec Epigrammatist , of whom there are extant 28 Epigrams in the Greec Anthologie , this probably was the Authour of that poem mention'd by Cicero , for the description therein , of a strange accident that happened to Roscius the Comedian . Archilochus a Parian , who flourisht in the Second year of the Twenty ninth Olympiad in the Reign of Candaules and Gyges Kings of Lydia ; he was of so virulent and invective a style , that by the bitterness of his verses he drove Lycambe to self Murther by the halter ; contemporary with him were Simonides sirnamed Melicus ( for there were several others of the same name , as Simonides Ceus ( the Son of Leoprexes ) a Lyric poet who flourisht in the time of Xerxes , Themistocles and Hiero of Syracuse , Simonides Magnesius an Epic poet who wrote the Acts of Antiochus the Great , Simonides Eretriensis who wrote in Trimeter Jambic the conven●ion of the Greecs at Aulis , and lastly Simonides the Son of Crineus sirnamed Amorginus , who besides several Elegies ●e wrote , is thought by some as Suidas testifies to have been the first writer of Jambic verse ) and also Aristoxenus of Selinum who is celebrated by Epicharmus . Archippus a Comic poet who appear'd in the First year of the Ninety first Olympiad , and was once Victor , his Comedie call'd Ichthys is mention'd with praise by Julius Pollux and Athenaeus , and several Comedies which have been ascribed to Aristophanes are thought to be his as Suidas testifies . Architas an ancient Greec Epigrammatist who haply may be thought the same with the famous Pythagorean Philosopher of Tarentum . Arctinus of Miletus , an ancient and elegant Greec Poet mention'd by Eusebius in his Chronicle as the Authour of two Poems , Aethiopis and Ilii Hal●sis ; he was the Disciple of Homer , as is delivered by Tsetzes , and also by Suidas from the Testimony of Artemon of Clazomenus , and is thought to have flourisht from the first to the Ninth Olympiad . Arion , a Lyric Poet and Musician of Methymna , the same no doubt whom the Poets sav'd from drowning by the charity of a Dolphin , he began to flourish in the Thirty eighth Olympiad as Suidas affirms , and is thought by some to have been the Disciple of Alcman , and to have been the first beginner of Dithyrambs , Satyrs , and of the Chorus in Tragedie . Aristaeus , an ancient Greec Poet of an uncertain age . Aristarchus , see Cratinus . Aristeas , a contemporary of Anacharsis the Scythian , he wrote the History of the Arimaspi in Hexameter Greec verse ; a very strange thing is reported of him ( as likewise of Hermotimus of Clazomenus ) namely , that at certain times his Soul was wont to pass out of his body and return again . Aristius Fuscus a contemporary of Horace , who directs to him the Two and twentieth Ode of his first book , but whither a Poet himself is question'd by Vossius . Aristomenes , a comic Poet of Athens who ( as Suidas testifies , and the Authour of the Olympiads ) began to flourish in the Eighty eighth Olympiad , and was one of those call'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Secundarii . Ariston , a Tragic Poet of Chios of an uncertain age , who as Plutarch and Laertius testifie , was banisht Athens for writing a Tragedie against Menestheus ; also Three Epigrams in the Greec Anthologie go under the name of Ariston . Aristonymus see Callimachus . Aristophanes an Athenian , the most Renowned of comic Poets , and contemporary with Sophocles the Tragic Poet , and also with Socrates whom he makes an object of his wit in his Comedie call'd Nubes , as he doth Cleon and Nicias two Magistrates of Athens in his Equites , and Georgia ; he flourisht from the Eighty fifth to the Ninety first Oympiad , and wrote a considerable number of Comedies , whereof many are yet extant , and many lost . At the same time flourisht Teleclides a comic Poet also of Athens , several Comedies of whom are mention'd by Athenaeus , who saith also that the History of the Telchines was ascribed to him ; then likewise there began to write M●rychus a Tragic Poet , though ●a foolish one as he is accounted by Aristophanes according to his proverb of him Moricho Stultior . There was also another Aristophanes noted among the Grammarians . Aristophon , an ancient Greec Poet of an uncertain age , whose Philoctetes is mention'd by Plutarch : Aristoteles , the Philosopher of Sagira , who besides the many other works he wrote , among which is his Art of Poetry , is delivered by Ambrosius and Brognolus to have written a Paean to Hermias , and some other things in verse . Aristoxenus of Selinum , see Archilochus . Arrianus , or as some write him Rhianus , a contemporary of the Emperour Tiberius , who was much delighted with his Greec verses . Lilius Giraldus his mistake concerning him , see rectified by Vossius in his book de poetis Latinis . Aruntius Stella a Latin Poet , no less noted for his verses upon his Mistress Violantilla's Dove , than those upon the victory of Domitian ( in whose time he liv'd ) over the Sarmatians . Asaph , a great Musician among the Jews , and as some think chief Master of King David's Q'uire , and setter of divers of his Psalms to Musick , or , as others suppose , the Authour of them himself . Arystilus , a contemporary of Euripides or thereabout , and reckon'd by some among the number of Greec Dramatics . Asclepiades a Tragic Poet , the Disciple of Isocrates , he is mention'd by Plutarch in his lives of the Ten Rhetoricians . Asius , a Samian , the Son of Amphiptolemus , a Poem of his call'd Genealogiae , is mention'd by Pausanias in his Messenics , his fable of Metabus and Menalippe by the Scholiast of Homer , suppos'd to be Didymus ; besides some few verses of his cited by Athenaeus from Duris the Historian . Astydamas the Son of Morsimus , he began to write in the Second year of the Ninety fifth Olympiad , as Diodorus and the Authour of the Olympiads testifie , and wrote as saith Suidas 140 Tragedies ( in 15 onely whereof he was Victor ) having abandon'd Rhetoric , wherein he was a hearer of Isocrates , he had a Son of the same name , who began to flourish in the 102 Olympiad , his Tragedies mention'd by Suidas are Nine , namely , Hercules , Satyricus , Epigoni , Ajax Furens , Bellerophon , Tyro , Alcmena , Phaenix , Palamedes . Attilius , see Statius Caecilius . Augeas a writer of Media Comedia of an uncertain age , of whose writing two Comedies , viz. Rusticus and Poeta are mention'd by Suidas . Aulus Cornelius Severus , see Publius Ovidius . Aulus Furius , an ancient Latin Poet of Antium , whom Cicero mentions in his Brutus , he was a contemporary and familiar friend of Quintus Catulus . Aulus Persius Flaccus an Eminent Satyrist who flourisht under Nero , there are Six Satyrs of his extant , which are commonly set forth in a volume together with Juvenal . Aulus Cornelius Alpinus , see Publius Ovidius . Auleas , the Third Tragic writer from Theomis , who is delivered by some to have been the First inventor of Tragedie . Aulus Sabinus , see Publius Ovidius . Aulus Serenus , an ancient Lyric Poet among the Latins of an uncertain age , he is remembred by Terentianus , Diomedes , Nonius , Servius , Hieronymus , Fortunatianus and Capella , which two last Authours cite this verse of his . Perit avipedis animula Leporis . Aurelius Apollinaris , a Celebratour of the Acts of the Emperour Carus in Iambic verse , as is testified by Vopiscus in his life of that Prince . Aurelius Prudentius Clemens , a Christian Poet , who flourisht in the time of Theodosius the Great and his Children , he wrote in Latin verse Psychomachia , de Martyrum Coronis , and some other works which are yet extant ; but that Enchiridion of the old and new Testament , which is usually Printed at the end of his works , is said to have been written by Amoenus , or as some say by Sedulius . Ausonius , see Decius . Autocrates , an Athenian Comic Poet of an uncertain age , whose Timpanista is mention'd by Suidas . Axionicus , another Comic writer of the Greecs of an uncertain age , his Phileuripides , Chalcidicus , and Tyrrhenus are mention'd by Athenaeus . B. BAbrias , by some called Gabrias , a Poet of an uncertain age , who converted Aesops Fables into Greec Iambic verse , as Avienus testifies in his Praeface to Theodosius Ambrosius , those Fables which go under the name of Gabrias , being judg'd to have been rather the works of Ignatius Diaconus . Bacchylides of Ceus , see Cratinus . Bassus an old Epigrammatist , several Epigrams of whose writing are extant in the Florilegium of Planudes , he is sometimes mention'd with the sirname of Lollius added , if at least it be the same Bassus . Batalus , a writer of Lascivious verses , upon the extraordinary deformity of whose body the Poet Antiphanes wittily play'd . Batton , a Comic writer of an uncertain age , whose Androphonos and Euergete are remembred by Athenaeus and Suidas . Batulus , an Ephesian , whither Poet , Flutinist or Actour is uncertain . Beda , sirnamed Venarabilis , an ancient English Priest who flourisht from the time of Justinianus the younger to Constantinus Copronymus ( which was towards the end of the Saxon Heptarchy ) and who being chiefly a Historian , yet claim'd the title of a Poet by his Hymns , his Poem of Justin's Martyrdom and some other things , some Mentioned , others Extant in the Collection of Epigrams and Poems , set forth by Pithaeus , and Printed at Paris . Bias of Priene , see Epimenides . Bentamin Halachadites , his Omeis is Cited by Joannes the Son of Serapion . Bion , a Greec Poet of Smyrna , whose Epitaphium Adonidis and other Idyls are Printed with Hesiod and the rest of the Poetae Minores . Besantinus , an antient Epigramatist , whose Name is found to some Epigrams in the Greek Anthologie . Blaesus , a Latin Poet of an uncertain age , born , as saith Stephanus , in Capriae an Island of Italy . Boethius , a Poet of Tarsus , who Celebrated , in Greek Verse , the Victory of Marcus Antonius , as Strabo affirms . Under the Name also of Boethius ( probably the same ) are certain Epigrams in the Greek Anthologie . But there was another of the same Name of little Fame and of an uncertain age . Boiscus , a Poet of Cyzicum , of an ununcertain age , whom Vossius l. 2. de re poet : affirms to have been the first Authour of the Tetrameter Octonarie Jambick . Burchardus Pylades a Brixian , whose Five Books of the Genealogies of the Gods , are set forth with Hesiod in Oporinus his Basil Edition . Buslidius , a Poet of an uncertain age , of whom what Verses are Extant are in the Book of Epigrams , of the Schola Christiana , Printed at Basil . Butas , an elegiack Poet , of an uncertain age , who having written fabulously , de Romanorum rebus in Grverse , is remembred by Plutarch , Arnobius , Pithaeus & Heraldus : But by Plutarch reprehended as fabulous . C. CAecilius Argivus , a Greek Poet doubtless very antient , remember'd by a Poem he is said to have written de Piscibus . Caecilius Cyprianus , an antient Bishop of Carthage , who lived unde● Philippus Arabs , Decius , Gallus , Volusianus , Valerianus , & Galienus : ( the last of whom is himself also receiv'd a Poet by certain Verses of his yet Extant ) and at length suffer'd Martyrdom . The Poems that go under his Name are Genesis , Sodoma , an Invective against an Apostate Senator ; and a Hymn for Easter-day , the two first whereof Sixtus Senensis believes were written by Tertullian , the last some ascribe to Victorinus . Caelius Sedulius , a Scottish Priest , who lived under Theodosius Junior ; besides what he wrote in Prose , viz. A Comment upon St. Paul's Epistles , he also wrote in Verse his Opus Paschale , or , Paschal work : of which Pope Gelasius in his Decrees gives a particular commendation . This Work being afterwards by himself put into Prose is yet Extant in the Book call'd Bibliotheca Patrum Tomo 8° ; he wrote besides two Hymns , one upon Christs Nativity , the other upon Epiphany . Caesius Bassus , a Lyrick Poet , who flourisht in the time of Nero ( who was also by the testimony of Seneca and Martial , a very approved Poet himself ) and is twice hinted at by Juvena in his Satyrs : he is by Fabius , who knew him , ranked in the next degree of Lyrics to Horace . There was also another Caesius ( in the time of Catullus ) whom see in Aquinius . Cajus Asinius Pollio , see Anser and Publius Ovidius . Cajus Cilnius Mecaenas , ibid. Cajus Cominius , see Aelius Saturninus . Cajus Cotta , see Publius Ovidius . Cajus Florus , an antient Latin Poet , who wrote of the same Subject with Valerius Flaccus in Heroick Verse . Cajus Germanicus , see Aelius Saturninus . Cajus Helvius Cinna , the Authour of an old Latin Poem , entitled Smirna , which , as Servius testifies , was a Work of no less then ten years . Cajus Julius Caesar , the Great Roman Captain , who first made himself Master of the Roman Empire , and was also an Elegant writer , besides whose Commentaries which are extant , there are reckon'd up several other Works of his writing which are lost , and among the rest a Tragedy , entitled Oedipus . Cajus Laelius , see Terentius . Cajus Lucilius , a Roman Poet of the Equestrian Order , Born in the 158 Olympiad . Cajus Lutorius Priscus , see Aelius Saturninus . Cajus Pedo Albinovanus , see Publius Ovidius . Cajus Rabirius , see Anser . Cajus Sollius Apollinaris , a Sidonian Poet , whose Father was an Officer of great Authority under the Emperour Honorius , and he himself under Theosius the younger and Valentinian the third , thrice Master of the Militia , and four times Praefect of the Praetorium : he was also in very high Esteem and Authority with Maximus Augustus , Avitus whose Daughter he Married , and Majorianus by whom he was advanc'd to the Dignity of a Count : under Severus he defended Arvernia against the Incursions of the Barbarians . Under Anthemius also he was still advanc'd , and at length made Bishop of Arverni ; after which abandoning Poetry he betook himself wholly to the Study of Theologie : he is much more happy in his Verse , as is to be seen in 24 little Poems of his yet extant , than in his Prose , wherein his Style is very harsh and crabbed , and very much discommended by Ludovicus Vives . Cajus Valerius Catullus , an Epigrammatist of Verona , of whose witty and elegant Poems we have many yet extant . Cajus Valerius Flaccus Setinus Balbus , a Latin Poet of Padua , who Dedicated his Argonauticks , or Poem of the Expedition of Jason , for the Golden Fleece to the Emperour Domitian ; which Poem being extant , he is said to have written in Imitation of Apollonius Rhodius . Calfurnius , see Titus . Callias , an Athenian Tragick Poet , of an uncertain age , the Son of Lysimachus , a Rope-maker ; his Grammatica is remembred by Athenaeus , his Cyclopes by Pollux , his Aegyptius , Atalanta , Pedetae , Ranae & 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 by Suidas . Callimachus , an excellent Greek Poet of Cyrene , in great favour and esteem with Ptolomaeus Philadelphus , in whose time he liv'd , and of his Son Euergetes in honour of whose Queen he wrote his Fiction , call'd Coma Berenices : he also wrote Hymns , Elegies and Epigrams , whereof many of his Hymns and Epigrams , as also several fragments of his other works are yet extant . There was also of the same Name a Colophonian Poet , mention'd by Tatianus in his Oration to the Gentiles ; and Eusebius in his Evangelical preparations . Contemporary with Callimachus of Cyrene were Heraclitus of Halicarnassus ( whose Epigram upon the death of the said Callimachus is cited by Laertius in the Life of Heraclitus . And Timon of Phliasus of the Pyr●honian Sect , who was in great favour with Antigonus Gonatus in whose time he liv'd ; he wrote Books of Natural Philosophy in Verse Hexameter , besides 40 Tragedies , 30 Comoedies with Satyrs , and several other works , among which his Books call'd Sylli are particularly treated of by Sotion . There was another Callimachus , a Heroick Poet , Sister's Son to him of Cyrene , as Suidas testifies . Callinus , an Elegiack Poet , somewhat antienter than Archilochus , as Athenaeus , Clemens Alexandrinus , and Strabo testifie . Callistratus , see Alcaeus . Callistus , see Amphilochius . Calvus , an antient Poet , out of whom Verses are cited by Servius , Charisius , and Gellius . Camerinus , and Thuscus , see Publius Ovidius . Caninius Rufus , a writer of the Dacian War in Greek Verse , as Plinius Junior testifies in one of his Epistles . Canius , see Curiatius Maternus . Cantharus , a Comick writer of Athens , of an uncertain age whose Comedies Medaea , Tereus , Symmachiae , Myrmeces , and Aedones , are all mention'd by Suidas , his Tereus , also by Athenaeus . Capella , see Publius Ovidius . Capito , an Alexandrian Poet , of an uncertain age , who besides what he wrote in Prose wrote also a Poem , call'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , or of Love affairs , of wich Athenaeus makes mention . Capnias , an obscure Poet of an uncertain age , whose writings are said by Suidas , to have been of so little esteem that they vanisht into smoak , which alludes to his name , their loss not being in the least regarded . Carcinus , an Athenian Tragick and Lyrick Poet , who began to flourish about the 100th Olympiad , viz. in the time of Phillip of Macedon , and contemporary with Plato , who besides his Philosophical writings , is said to have written several Tragedies , which he afterwards burnt , as Laertius testifies . The Tragedies of this Carcinus remembred by Athenaeus , are his Achilles and his Semele . There was also another Carcinus of Agrigentum , whose Comedy intituled Plutus is mention'd by Athenaeus ; he liv'd as appears from Polycritus Mendesius , a little before the other , Contemporary with whom were Eudoxus of Gnidus who wrote Astrology in Hexameter Verse , besides another Eudoxus , a Comick Poet of Sicilie , as also Anaxilaus , or Anaxilas , who in a Comedy of his call'd Botrylion , nips Plato . Two other Comedies of his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 are cited by Athenaeus . Carneades , an Elegiack Poet , of an uncertain age , made mention of by Laertius as a different person from Carneades the Philosopher . Suidas mentions three Philosophers but no Poet of that name . Carus , see Publius Ovidius . Cassius Severus , see Anser . Cato , by some call'd Batto , a Comick Poet of an uncertain age , but the more eminent was Valerius Cato , whom see in Valerius . Cephisodorus , see Euripides . Chaeremon , see Philistion . Choerophon , ibid. Charmus , a Syracusian , of an uncertain age whose Poem intitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 argued him a person more given to his belly than Epicure himself . Chedmon , an old Brittish Poet , who as it were by divine Inspiration , to use Cambden's own words , in the year 680 with his sweet Verses full of Compunction drew men from Vice to Vertue . Chersias , see Epimenedes . Chilo , ibid. Chionides , an Athenian writer of Vetus Comoedia , who according to Suidas , began to flourish in the 70th Olympiad ; of his Comedies there are remember'd his Heroes commended by Pollux and Suidas , his Mendicae commended by Athenaeus , and his Assyrij , or Persae . Choerilius , an Athenian Tragoedian , who is said to have written 150. Tragedies , and to have overcome in 13. Choerilus , see Agis . Christodorus , an Epick Writer , who described in Greek Verse in six Books , the taking of Is●●ria , by the Emperour Anastasius , under whom he flourisht : besides some other things mention'd by Suidas . About the same time also liv'd Timotheus of Gaza , a Grammarian , who wrote a Tragedy intituled Argyripus , and also a History of Animals in Verse : Quintus Smyrnaus , Sirnamed Calaber , as being found at Hydruns , a Town of Calabria , by Cardinal Bessarion ; he continued the Description of the Trojan ▪ War in Heroic Verse , from where Homer left ; which Work of his being of the number of those that have happily escap't the gulf of Oblivion , was first publisht at Venice by Aldus Manutius . 〈◊〉 , an Aegyptian of Lycopolis , whose Description of the Rape of Helena , in Greek Verse ; which is also extant , and commonly Printee at the end of Homer's Iliads ; together with the little Poem of the Destruction of Troy , by Tryphiodorus an Aegyptian likewise . The Calidonica and Persica , which Coluthus and the Odysseia , and Ilia 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , which Tryphiodorus , by the testimony of Suid●● had written ; being all lost . Within the same interval comes in Musaeus , whose little Poem of the Loves of Hero and Leander , in yet extant , which by the good leave of J. Caesar Sealiger , whoever considers the Style may imagin to have been written by a much later Greek Authour ( as this Musaeus the Grammarian was ) than that Grand Musaeus spoken of by Virgil ▪ Under the same Ana●●asius also flourisht Marianus , the Son of Marsus , as is testifid by Suidas , who also writes that he Metaphras'd upon Theocritus , Aratus , Ni●ander's Theriaca , and several of C●lli●●achus his Works . Chrysippus , a Writer of Georgi●s , but whether in Verse as Giraldus only surmiseth , or in Prose , is question'd by Vossius , there was also of the same name reckon'd among the Poets one of Tyanea , whose 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is mentioned by Athenaeus , who liv'd but an age or thereabout after him . Cynaethon , a Lacedemonian , who began to flourish in the fifth Olympiad , and wrote a Poem call'd Telegonia . Cinaethus , a Chian ; who flourisht in the Sixty ninth Olympiad ( as saith the Scholiast of Pindarus ) and wrote a Farce of Homers Verses . Cinesias , a Theban Dithyrambic writer , see Philyrinus . Citerius Sidonius , a Syracusan , of whom there is extant a Latin Epigram in the Parisian Collection , Entituled Epigramata & Poematia vetera . Claudianus Mamerius , see Alcimus . Claudius Clandianus , an Alexandrian ( as it is conjectur'd ) who flourisht in the time of Theodosius the great and his children , Christian Emperours , though he himself continued an obstinate Gentil ; however , for his eminency in Latin Poetry ( whereof his Proserpina's Rape , and several other Poems yet extant , are a testimony ) he had his statue erected by Arcadius and Honorius , about the same time ( as some think ) liv'd Pontius Paulinus Bishop of Nola , a Disciple of Ausonius , to whom he wrote several Verses ; as also the life of St. Martin , and upon the birth-day of Celsus , and St. Faelix of Nola , with some other things which are yet extant ; likewise an Epitome of Suetonius in Verse , which is lost . 2. Flavius who is delivered by Hieronymus one of his acquaintance , to have written the Art of Medicin in verse Hexameter , 3 Licentius of Hippo , whom St. Austin , who was of his acquaintance , celebrates for an eminent Poet , and takes notice of his Poem of Pyramus and Thisbe . He also wrote hymns and several other things , and is remembred by Paulinus and Posidonius . 4. Rutilius Claudius Numatianus a Gaul , whose Itinerarium , in verse , wherein he discovers himself an enemy to Christian Religion , is extant in Pithaeus his Collection . Caludius Clemens , a Scotch-man , who flourisht in the year of our Lord 810. He was the Disciple of Beda , and one of the Founders of the University of Paris : many things he wrote in Theologie , and is deliver'd by some , to have been also an excellent Poet. Camb. Rem . Claudius Marius Victor . See Alcimus . Cleanthes , a Successor , as saith Eusebius , to Zeno in his School , and a writer of Physicks in Hexameter and Iambic verse ; which work is in H. Stephanus his Collection . It is also affirm'd by Laertius , who wrote his iife , that he wrote a Book de Poeta . About that same time also liv'd Sophron a Comic writer , of whose writing , and not of Sophron's the Syracusian , Vossius thinks the Comoedy Nymphonus to be , which is cited by Pollux ; contemporary with whom were Damoxenus an Athenian Comic writer , out of one of whose Comoedies about 70. Verses are extant in Athenaeus , from whom are cited by Suidas , his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 & 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and also Lycophron , one of the forementioned Seven Pleiades so call'd , a Grammarian and Tragic Poet of Chalcis ( for there were several others of that name ) he wrote an obscure Poem , Intituled Alexandra or Cassandra , which is yet extant ; besides other things mention'd by Suidas , which are lost . Clearchus , a Comic Poet , of an uncertain time , out of whose Corinthii a Sentenee is cited by Athenaeus . The●● is also a small fragment of him in the common Edition of the Poetae Minores . Cleobulus of Lindus , one of the Seven Wise-men of Grecce , many of whose Sentences and wise sayings were written in Verse . Cleon , an ancient Greec Poet , from whose Poem Entitl'd Argonautica Apollonius ▪ Rhodius is thought to have taken the pattern , and much of the matter of his Poem as the Scholiast of Apolloninus testifies : Cleomenes , a Dithyrambic Poet of Rhegium , whose Poem Entitled Meleager , is cited by Athenaeus ; whether this be the the same with that Cleomenes cited by Clemens Alexandrinus is doubted by Vossius . Cleopbon , an Athenian Tragic Poet of an uncertain time ; several of whose Tragedies are mention'd by Suidas . Clidemus , another Poet , unknown both as to the place and time he liv'd in . Whose At this is cited by Athenaeus . ● Clodius Sabinus , an elegant Poet ; as well as writer of Latin and Greec declamations ; he is said also to have written a Poem of the Trojan War. Clonas , an Epic and Elegiac Poet of Tegea ; some say Thebes , who is said to have been the first inventor of certain Moods in Musick . Cneus Aquilius , see Statius Caecilius . Cneus Cornelius Gallus , a famous Elegiac Poet of Forolivium , so high in favour with Augustus that he was made first Praefect of Aegypt ; he translated Euphorion a Greec Author into Latin , and wrote four Books of Elegies upon his beloved Cytheris , Volumuius his free'd woman , whose forsaking him , and running away with Antonius into Gallia , is the subject of Virgils Tenth Eglogue , in which she is is call'd Lycoris . Cneus Lentulus Getulicus , a Latin Epigramatist , of whom there are some fragments in Petrus Crinitus . He lov'd Cesennia , whom he very much celebrated in his Verses . Cneus Matius , the Authour of a Poem , Entitled Ilias in Fifteen Books . He is cited by Charisius . Codrus see Anser . Coluthu see Christodorus . Cometas , sirnamed Scholasticus , a Greec Epigramatist , whose name is to an Octostichon in the Fourth Book of the Greec Epigrams . Another Cometas , sirnamed Chartularius , hath his name to a Hexastichon in the same book if it were not the same person diff●rently sirnamed . Corinnus , the first Composer in Verse ( as some say ) of that Trojan story , out of which Homer took his Iliads , and the Disciple of Palamedes , whence though the certain time when he liv'd be unknown , he is concluded to have been ancienter than Homer ; yet Vossius seems to doubt whether there were ever any such person . Corippus , a Grammarian , who living in the time of Justinus junior , wrote in praise of that Emperor in Heroic Verse ; for which he is branded with a very ill character , by Nicolaus Alemanuus , in his Preface to Procopius . Contemporary with whom liv'd Stephanus an Affrican Presbyter , who wrote the life of St. German , as it is thought , in Verse ; and that at the desire of St. Anacharius , Bishop of Altisiodorum . Cornelius Licinius Gallus , the same most probably with Cneus Cornelius Gallus . Cornelius Longinus , an ancient Epigrammatist , of whom there is preserv'd an Octostichon in the Sixth book of the Greec Anthologia or collection of Epigrams . Cornelius Nepos , a Contemporary of Cicero , most noted for his Lives , but for his putting Dares Phrygius his History of the Trojan war into Latin Verse , not to be here omitted . Cornelius Severus , see Publius Ovidius . Cornificius , an old Latin Poet , whose Book de natura Deorum , and of Hymns , are mention'd by Macrobius . Corvinus Clemens , an antient Poet , whom Cuspinian in his Book de Consulibus , affirms to have set forth in Verse the Acts of Alexander the Great . Co●mas , see Joannes Damascenus . Cr●●tor Solensis , see Philetas Cou● . Crates , a Tragic Poet , whom some think to be the same with Cr●tes the Theban Cynic Phylosopher , besides whom Laertius reckons Nine more of the same name ; the chief whereof were Crates the Comaedian ; whom see in Cratinus , Crates Thriasius and Crates Mallotes , the two last whereof I question whether they were not to be accounted rather Critics than Poets . Cratinus , an Athenian writer of Vetus Comaedia , who began to flourish in the Second year of the Eghty First Olympiad ; he wrote 21 Comedies , in Nine whereof he was Victor , as is testified by Suidas ; his Threiciae Horae , and others of his Comedies are mention'd by Pollux , Athenaeus and others . Contemporary with this Cratinus was Plato the Comedian , who is affirmed by Suidas to have written Twenty Eight Comedies , of which his Adonis , Europa , Mammacythus , &c. are remembred by Pollux , Athenaeus , Harpocration and Hesychius . Secondly , Aristarchus of Tegea , a Tragic Poet , who of Seventy Tragedies was Victor only twice : He liv'd , as saith Suidas , above a hundred years . Thirdly , Bacchylides , a Lyric Poet of Ceus Simonides his Brothers son ; he was in great esteem with the Emperour Julian , as saith Ammianus Marcellinus ; he wrote Hymns which are remembred by Menander the Rhetorician , and in the Pythian Games his Poems were prefer'd by Hiero before the Odes of Pindarus . Dionysius Pheraeus reckon'd by Plutarch , among the number of Poets . And Lastly , Crates the Comedian , mention'd with commendation by Aristotle in his Poetics ; and Aristophanes in his Equites , his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and others of his Comedies , are mention'd by Pollux and Athenaeus . Creophylus , an ancient Greec poet , reckon'd by some , Contemporary with Homer . Cresconius , an African Poet , whom some name Crescentius ; he wrote in Verse the Wars of the Emperour Justinian in Africa . Crinagoras , an old Epigrammatist , of whom there are found about 19 Epigrams in the Greec Anthology . Critias Callae●schrus , an Elegiac Poet mention'd by Athenaeus , and out of whom ( if it be the same ) Stobaeus quotes several Senarie Jambi●s . C●riatius Maternus , a Tragic Poet , who liv'd in the time of the Emperour Titus Vespasian ( who is deliver'd to have been himself no contemptible Poet , by Eutropius , Isidorus , Suidas , and Suetonius , by whom mention is made of Tragedies and other Poems of his in Greec ) there are remembred of this Curiatius two Tragedies only , Medea and Thiestes ; Contemporary with him were first Sall●ius Bassus , who was so well esteem'd by Vespasian , that he bestow'd on him Fifty Sesterces , he hath also from Fabius and Tacitus the Character of an excellent Poet. Secondly , Curtius Montanus , an Oratour , and by the testimony of Tacitus , if not a Poet , yet at least a writer of Verses . Thirdly , Domitian the Brother of Titus , and after him Emperour ▪ a very considerable Poet , by the Testimony of Fabius , Martial , and Valerius Flaccus , and by Vossius affirm'd the Authour of the Translation of Aratus . Fourthly and Fifthly , Turnus and Scaeva Memor Brothers , the first a Satyric , the other a Tragic Poet , both mention'd by Martial in one of his Epigrams , by the Old Scholiast of Juvenal , and by Sidonius Apollinaris . Fifthly and Sixthly , Canius and Passienus the first , a Gaditan , mention'd by Martial in two of his Epigrams for his facetiousness , as also his wife Theophila being for learning compar'd with Sappho for chastity prefer'd ; the other an Elegiac and Lyric Poet of Vmbria , mention'd by Pliny in his Sixth Epistle to Romanus ; he is said to have been the Grandchild or great Grandchild to Propertius . Seventhly , Fulgentius Plan●iades , of whose writing Scaliger suspects the Tragedy Octavia to be , which is commonly ascrib'd to Seneca . Eightly , Paccius who wrote Alcithoe . Ninethly , Faustus , whose Thebae and Tereus are remembred by Juvenal in the beginning of his Seventh Satyr . Tenthly , Rubrenus Lappa , whose Atreus is mention'd by the same Authour in the same Satyr , if the Exposition of Britanni●us and Pulmannus will pass for Barton Holyday , in his Illustration of Juvenal , judges Atreus to be not the Title of a Tragedie , but rather the name of a Usurer , to whom this Lappa pawn'd his Dishes and Cloak for want . 11ly . 12ly . 13ly . Mareus Vnicus , Ligurinus and Lustricus Brutianus , all mention'd by Martial , and the last by Pliny also . 14ly . Theodorus a Jew , whose House and Poems appear by one of Martial's Epigrams to have been burnt . 15. Licinianus , Martial's Country-man , and so celebrated in one of his Epigrams . 16. Voconius Victor , celebrated also by the same Martial , l. 7. Epigr. 29. and remembred by Pliny , in an Epistle to Priscus . 17. Votienus , not only imagin'd but concluded a Poet from Martial , l. 8. Epigr. 72. 18 , and 19. Sabellus and Musaeus ( not the Authour of Hero and Leander , he writing in Greec , though later and this in Latin ) both obscene Poets , and the first remembred by Martial , l. 12. Epigr. 43. besides Aruntins Stella , Codrus , and Apollinaris above mention'd . Cyllenus Petianus , an old Epigramatist , of whom two Epigrams are preserv'd in the first Book of the Greec Anthology . Cyliscus , a Tragic Poet , whom Pliny delivers to have been painted by Protogenes , in a posture of meditating . Cynaethus v. Cinaethus . Cyrus , a Panopolitan Epigrammatist , in gre●t esteem with the Empress Eudocia , wife of T●eodosius junior , in whose time he flourisht , and by whom he was advanc'd to be Bishop of Cotyacum in Phrygia ; several of his Epigrams are extant in the Fourth Book of the Greek Anthologia . Contemporary with him was Synaesius , Bishop of Ptolemais ; who besides other Poems , wrote Ten Hymns which are yet extant . And also Nonnus likewise of Panopolis , the Authour of a well known Greek Poem , Entitled Dionysiaca in 48 Books , and whose Paraphrase upon St. John's Gospel in Heroic Greek verse , is of sufficient esteem among the learned . Cyrus Theodorus Prodromus , a Divine Epigrammatist , who living in or somewhat near the time of the antient Fathers , wrote in Greek Verse , partly in Iambic , partly in Heroic Tetrastics , the summary heads of the Pentateuch , or Five Books of Moses , and also of Joshua , Judges and Kings ; and in the New Testament , of the Gospels and Acts of the Apostles ; also Iambic and Heroic Tetrasticks upon the Three Great Hierarchs , St. Gregory , Basil and Chrysostome , with some other things : his Works were Printed at Basil by Bebelius . An. 1536. D DAmasus a Spaniard , who liv'd in the time of Valentinianus , Gratianus , Valentinianus junior , and Theodosius Magnus , and was Bishop of Rome ; he hath left several Poems and Hymns which are sung in the Church of Rome , and is laureated a Poet by Suidas . Damochares , a Grammarian , and Writer of Epigrams , whereof some are to be found in the Greec Anthologie . Damocrates , a Poet of an uncertain time , who wrote in Verse several medicinal passages extracted out of Galens works . Dam●xenus , an Athaenian Comedian , whose Syntrophi and Heauton Penthon , are quoted by Athenaeus , he is also mention'd by Suidas , see Cleanthes . Daphitas , a Poet and Grammarian , who for certain bitter Invectives against Monarchy , was crucified upon Thorax , a mountain of Magnesia . David , The 2d . King of Israel and Judah , commonly celebrated with the threefold Title of King , Priest , and Prophet ; to which may be added also that of Poet , if under the name of Vates Prophet and Poet were not included together . His Divine gift in Poetry appears in the composition of those most Coelestial Hymns or Psalms , which take place among those Sacred Books which make up the Old Testament , of which is generally reputed the intire Authour , but was certainly the Authour of most if not all of them . Decius Junius Juvenalis , see Junius . Decius Laberius , a Mimic Writer , who began to flourish in the Third year of 181st . Olympiad , and was Contemporary with Cicero ( who though a much better Oratour than Poet , yet we have extant among his Works something also of his Poetry ) his Aquae , Aries , Augur and very many more of his Mimes are reckoned up by Charisius ; his Rector , Salinator & Scripturae are remembred by Agellius , much about the same time also flourisht 1. Lucius Cornelius Sylla , a famous though cruel and tyrannical Roman Commander ; who as saith Athenaeus wrote in his own tongue many facetious Satyrs and Mimes , with which according to Nieolaus Damafcenus he was much delighted : Plutarch in his life reiateth that he made Verses while he was besieging Athens . 2. Quintus Hortensius , who besides his Fame in Oratory , had so much of a Poet as to make a parcell of wanton Verses , which are remembred by Ovid in his Elegies , and by Agellius . 3. Marcus Valerius Cato , who wrote two Poems Lydia and Diana . 4. Marcus Furius Bibaculus , divers of whose Verses are cited by Macrobius and Agellius , among which there are some that appear to have been imitated even word for word by Virgil , he is said by Suetonius and Tacitus , to have written invective Verses against Julius Caesar . 5. Titus Pomponius Atticus , whose Excellence in Poetry is fully set fortth by Cornelius Nepos , in the Description of his Life . 6. Marcus Terentius Varro , who is styled Philosopher and Poet , by Hieronymus in his Chronicle ; and out of whose Poems we have several fragments yet extant , especially of the Satirae Mcnippeae , together with divers Epigrams both in the Appendix of Virgil , collected by Scaliger , and in the Collection of Epigrams set forth by Petrus Pythaeus , but his Books de Re Rustica & lingua Latina are most lookt upon ; besides him , there was another Varro , sirnamed Atacinus , not much less ancient , who also wrote Poems , viz. Argonautics , and a Poem of the Sequanic War. 7. Quintus Cicero ( Brother of Tullius ) whose Verses of the Twelve Signs are yet extant in Pithaeus his Collection . 8. Albinus not Aulus Posthumius , though both indeed wrote the same subject , viz. the History of the Roman Affairs , but Aulus in Greek Prose , the other in Latin Verse . 9. Caius Helvius Cinna , who wrote an obscure Poem , Entitled Smyrna , which the Grammarian Crassitins undertook to interpret ; besides which Isidorus hath a Tetrastic of his , upon the writing of Aratus his Poem in a leaf of Mallows . 10. Caius Licinius Calvus , of whom there is nothing remembred but his Epigram upon Cn. Pompeius . 11. Macer ( not Aemilius Macer the Botanic Poet ) of whose Poem Entitled Iliaca , see Scaliger upon Eusebius . Decius Magnus Ansonius , a Physitian and Poet of Burgedala , who flonrisht in the time of the Emperour Valentinian the Elder , and his two Sons Gratianus and Valentinian the younger , by whom he was prefer'd to great honours , having been Praeceptor to the two young Princes , besides those Poetical works of his which are extant ; he wrote Fasti , and some other things which are lost . Demetrius , a Satyric Poet of Tarsus , of an uncertain time , besides whom there were three others of the same name ; the one a Comedian , sirnamed Phalereus ( whether the Grammarian so sirnamed I find not ) out of whose Fable Entitled Sicilia , Athenaeus cites 4 Verses , the other an Epic , the last an Iambic writer . Demochares , a Solian , whose Fable Entitled Demetrius is remembred by Plutarch in his Life of Demetrius Poliorcetes . Democritus and Demodocus , two antient Epigrammatists , whose Names are preserv●d by several Epigrams yet extant in the Greek Anthologie . Demolchus a Syracusian Comic Poet , who flourisht in the 73d . Olympiad , and taught Fourteen Fables in the Doric tongue ; he was the Son of Epicharmus a Physitian . Demonax , an old Greek Poet quoted by Stobaeus , in his Sermon de Superbia . Dexicrates , an Athenian , whose Fable Entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is remembred by Athenaeus and Suidas . Dicaeogenes , a Tragedian and Dithyrambic Poet , remembred by Harpocration , Suidas and Stobaeus . Dinolochus , see Euripides . Diocles , ibidem . Diodorus , an old Greec Poet of Sinope , out of whom several Iambic verses , are quoted by Stobaeus , in his Sermon de contrahendis Nuptiis and else-where ; some think him to be the same with Diodorus a Comic Poet of Syene , whose Tibi●ina , Panegyristae and Epiclerus , are cited by Athenaeus , and who is also mentioned by Suidas . Dionysiades , see Aeantides . Dionysiodorns , a Trazenian , out of whom a Verse is cited by Plutarch , in the beginning of his Life of Aratus ; he is also taken notice of by the Scholiast of Apollonius . Dionysius , sirnamed Epaites , an Elegiac write●r , out of whom Parthenius is said to have borrowed the 15th . History of his Erotica . Of this name there are several others , not to be forgot . The first and most considerable for a Poet , was Dionysius of Alexandria , vulgarly sirnamed Afer , whose Periegesis or description of the World in Greek Verse , ia now in great esteem among the learned ; there was also a Poem call'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , written either by this or another Dionysius ; he is thonght by Vossius to have lived about the time of Tiberius or not long after . Dionysius Pheraeus , whom see in Cratinus ; Dionysius Scytobrachion , whom see in Antipater , Dionysius , a Greec Hymnographer , but of what age or sirname is not found ( if he be not one of those above mentioned ) of whom there are some few Hymns now extant , with the Musical notes to them , lately set forth , with the Edition of Aratus , Printed at the Sheldonian Theater at Oxford . Dionysius the Sicilian Tyrant , who is said to have written several Comedies and Tragedies , whereof his Adonis and Thesmophoros are cited by Athenaeus . In his time lived Antipho a Rhamnusian , both Tragic and Comic Poet , mention'd with praise by Aristotle in his Poetics , and one of the Ten Oratours , whose lives are written by Plutarch and Philostratus ; some say he was put to death by the Thirty Tyrants , others by Dionysius for deriding his Comedies . Also Sthenelus a Tragic Poet , remembred by Aristotle in his Poetics and Harpocration . Dioscorides , an antient Greec Epigramatist , whose name is to very many Epigrams in the Greek Anthologie . As like wise Diotimus . And also Diotiuchus . Dioxippus , an Athenian Comedian , of whose writing there are remembred these Comedies , viz. his Philargyrus , Diadicazomenus , Historiographus and Antipornobosci . Diphilus , see Menander . Domitius Marsus , see Publius Ovidius . Dorcatius , a Latin Poet of an uncertain time , out of whom Isidorus , l. 8. Orig. l. 69. cites two Verses . Doricus , otherwise Dorias , his Octostich upon Milo of Crotona , is cited by Athenaeus , l. 10. Dorillus , a Tragic Poet , remembred by Suidas . Dorotheus , a Sidonian Poet , who wrote Apotelesmata , which M. Manlius is said to have imitated ; he is cited by Athenaeus . Dorus , a Greek Comic writer quoted by Stobaeus . Dosiades , a Rhodian , mentioned by Lucianus and the Scholiast of Simmias ; he wrote a Poem called Ara , which was a certain number of Verses in form of an Altar : but that Ara printed at the end of Theocritus is proved by Salmasius who set forth Simmias his Ovunt to have been neither written by Theocritus nor Dosiades . Draco , the famously cruel Law-giver of the Athenians , he is said to have written precepts of life in 3000 Verses . Dracontius , see Antigrammaratus . Drepanius Florus , ( doubtless not the same as Pacatus Drepanius , the Rhetorician ) an eminent French Poet who liv'd in the time of Constantinus Pogonatus and Clodovaeus Secundus , King of France , his Psalms , Hymns and other divine Poems are extant in the Book called Bibliotheca Patrum . Dromo , a Comic Poet , whose Psaltria is quoted by Athenaeus . Dropides , see Epimenides . Duris , an Epigrammatist of Elea , whose Epigram upon the deluge of Ephesus , is extant in the Florilegium of Planudes . E ECdorus , an old Greek Poet out of whom several Iambic Verses are quoted by Stobaeus in his Sermon de Ignobilitate . Ecphantides , a Comic Poet , to whom one of the Chaerili ( but which of them is uncertain ) was amanuensis in the writing of his Comedies , as is testified by Hesychius . Egemon , see Hegemon . Egnatius , a Deacon of Constantinople , who wrote in Verse the lives of two Patriarchs , Tarisius and Nicephorus ; Iambics against Thomas Aucartes a grand Conspiratour against the State , with some other things . Empedocles of Agrigentum , a writer of natural Philosophy in Heroic Verse , following therein Parmenides , whose Disciple he is said by some to have been , though by others the Disciple of Telauges the Son of Pythagoras , in the Collection of Philosophical poesie , set out by H. Stephanus , are certain fragments both of him and of Parmenides the Disciple of Xenophanes , besides which there is extant a small Astronomical Tractat Entitled Empedocles his Sphaera ; he began to flourish in the 48th . Olympiad , as the Anonymus Authour and Laertius testifie . At the same time with Empedocles flourisht Epicharmus a Sicilian also , and Physiological Poet , there being fragments of his among the rest in the above mentioned Collection ; besides very many Fables of his which were in much request ; many whereof are cited by Pollux and Athenaeus , Likewise at the same time ( besides Simonides the Son of the Lyric , to whom Vossius scruples to allow a place among the Poets ) Archelaus an Athenaean , some say a Milesian whom Giraldus will have to be a physiological Poet , though Vossius makes a Question . Endeleichus , otherwise called Severus Sanctus , a Rhetorician of an uncertain time , whose Eclogue about the death of Oxen , is extant in the Collectiset forth by Pithaeus . Ennodius , by Bernardus Saccus sirnamed Juvenalis , and by some called Euodius , of whose writing certain Hymns , Panegyrics , Epigrams , &c. are set forth by Andreas Schottus . Ephippus , see Theopompus . Ephraem , one that wrote the History of the Constinople Emperours in Iambic Verse ; he liv'd about the time of Michael Ducas . Epicharneus , see Empedocles . Epibycus , a Chian Poet of an uncertain time , taken notice of by Athenaeus and Suidas . Epicrates , see Theopompus . Epigenes , a Comic Poet , of whom four Comedies are cited by Athenaeus . Epigonus , an Epigrammatist of Thessalonica , whose name is to several Epigrams in the Grece Anthologie . Epilycus , an Athenian Comic Poet , whose Coraliscus and Phoraliscus are cited by Athenaeus . Epimenides , a Cretan , who is delivered by Suidas , to have written in Verse Argonautics ; also certain old heathen Rites called Expiationes , the Genealogie of the Gods , and of the Curetes , and Corybantes , & of the different nature of things , in 9500 Verses ; he was also a famous Philosopher , & by Athenaeus accounted the Authour of the Telchinian History . He began to flourish about the 44th . Olympiad , and is by some reckoned among the Seven Wisemen in the place of Periander . About the same time with Epemenides flourisht 1st . Bias of Priene , one of those Seven , accounted the Wise men of Greece , who is said by Laertius to have written the affairs of Jonia in Verse . 2 Solon , the great Lawgiver of Athens , whose life see in Plutarch and Laertius ; he was very considerable in Poetry , and so was his Brother Dropides , though inferiour to him . 3 Chilo , another of the Seven , all that is remembred of him is an Elegy consisting of 200 Verses . 4 Thales of Miletus , another of the Seven , who is said to have written in verse concerning Meteors and other things in natural Philosophy . 5. Pittacus , Tyrant of Mitylene , whom see in Alcaeus . 6. Periander , Tyrant of Corinth , another of the Seven , but of whose poetry I find little or nothing remembred . 7. Chersias of Orchomenus , who was a great enemy to the Tyrant Periander ; certain Verses of his are cited by Pansanias in his Boeotics . 8. Thespis a Tragic Poet , as saith Laertius , though Suidas saith an Actor only , and that he first brought in the use of Vizards , whereas some there be who affirm him to have been the first of Tragaedians , others , that Epigenes of Sicyon was before him : 9. Mimnermus a Colophonian , some say Smyrnaean , whom Pausanias in his Boeotics affirms to have described in Elegiac verse a fight between the Smyrnaeans and Lydians , under Gyges ; he is also reckon'd among the Elegiacs by Censorinus ; there are extant certain verses of his about the Climacterie year , in Opposition to Solon's opinion . Epinicus , a Comic Poet of an uncertain time , whose 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is cited by Athenaeus . Eratosthenes ( the Son of Aglaus , some say Ambrosius ) a Cyrenean , not only Philosopher , Astronomer and Geometrician ( whose Astrismes , Epistle to Ptolomy about the duplication of the Cube , and some other fragments have been lately publisht with Aratus from the Sheldonian Theater at Oxford ) but ( according to Suidas and Strabo ) excellent Poet , contemporary with him ( he living in the time of Philadelphus and his Successour ) and succedent to him in the custody of Ptolomies Library was Apollonius of Rhodes , who was the Disciple of Callimachus , and whose Argonauticks we have extant set forth with a learned Scholiast , whom Stephanus calls Tarrhaeus , another contemporary was Euphorion of Chalcis the Disciple of Lacydas , he was Library keeper to Antiochus Magnus , and wrote , as saith Suidas , several things in Heroic Verse ; his Works , as saith Suetonius , were in very much esteem with Tiberius , as also those of Rhianus , another of the same age , who is the same with the above-mention'd Arrianus . Ericus or Hericus , a Poet of Altissiodorum or Auxerre , who liv'd in the time of the Emperour Charles the 3d. sirnamed Crassus ; he wrote a Poem of the life of St. German which is yet extant . Eriphus , a Comic writer among the Greecs , Three of whose Fables are quoted by Athenaeus in his Dipnosophist . l. 14. Erycius , the Author of several Epigrams in the Greec Anthologie , and cited by the Commentatour of Apollonius . Ethelwolphus Bernicius , sirnamed Lupus an English Poet , who flourisht in the Year of our Lord 750. being in the Reign of the Emperour Constantinus Copronymus , Pipin King of France , and Ethelwolph of Northumberland ; he wrote a Poem of the Original of St. Peters Church in the Western part of Northumberland , which Poem he dedicated to Bishop Egbert . Euages , a Greec Poet of an uncertain time , taken notice of by Dionysius in his History of Music ; he was a a person of little learning , being as some say bred up a shepherd , but very happy for his fancy and ingenuity . Euangelus , a Comic Poet of an uncertain time , whose Fable 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is cited by Suidas and Athenaeus . Euanthes , an Epic Poet of an uncertain time , out of whom Athenaeus cites certain passages concerning● Glaucus Anthedonius and of Ariadne . Evax , a King of Arabia , who is said to have wrote a Book of precious stones in Verse . Eubulus Cittius , see Anaxandrides . Eudaemon , see Amphilochius . Eudemus , a writer of several things in the art of Medicin in Greec verse , and therefore cited by Galen in his Second Book of Antidotes . Eudoxus of Gnidus , see Carcinus . Eueclus , the esteemed writer of certain Verses called Cypria Carmina , by some attributed to Homer , before whom he is said to have been ; he is quoted by Tatianus against the Gentiles by the name of Eumiclus , by Eusebius by the name of Euculus , and by Pansanias , by the name of Eucleon . Euenus , an Elegiac Poet , who began to flourish in the first year of the Ninety first Olympiad , and was the Master of Philistus the Historian . There are extant of his certain Elegies cited by Stobaeus ; Six Epigrams , Two upon Venus of Gnidus , and one upon Myro's Cow , and Three others , besides a Verse cited by Aristotle . Eugenes , an Epigrammatist , whose name is preserv'd in the Greec Anthologie . Euhemerus see Menander . Eumelus , a very ancient Greec Poet , contemporary as some think with Hesiod . Eumolpus , the ancientest of Greec Poets next to the ancient Orpheus , whose Disciple he is delivered by Suidas to have been , & the Son of Musaeus , and to have written 3000 verses , of which his Poem of the mysteries of Ceres chiefly consisted . Euodus of Rhodes an Epic Poet in the time of Nero ; but of his works which were in Latin Verse there was nothing extant in the time of Suidas . There is also the name of Euodus to some Epigrams in the Greec Anthologie ; Contemporary with him was Labeo , who is delivered by the old Commentator upon Persius , who mention'd him in the first Satyr , to have translated into Latin verse , though with little acuteness or judgement Homers Iliads and Odysseus ; also Antistius Sosianus who was banisht for the Libels which he made in verse against Nero. Euphanes , an ancient Poet , out of whose Musae divers Sena●y Iambic verses are cited by Athenaeus . Euphantus of Olynthus , see Philetas . Euphorion , a Poet of Chalcis remembred by several poetical Works , as his Elegies , his Hesiodus , his Mopsopia or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , his Five Books of Oracles , his Epicedium upon Protogoras the Astronomer , &c. Certain verses out of Euphorion , but whether this of Chalcis , or another the Son of Aeschylus , is uncertain , for both are mention'd by Suidas , are quoted by Stobaeus . Euphron , a Comic Poet of an uncertain time , whose Musae , Synephebi , Theori and Aeschra are remembred by Athenaeus , Suidas , and Stobaeus . Euphronius , a Poet of an uncertain time who is delivered by Strabo to have written of Priapus in Greec verse . Eupolis a Comic Poet , who flourisht with Aristophanes in the Eighty fifth Olympiad in the Fourth year whereof his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 were acted , as is testified by the Scholiast of Aristophanes . Euripides , the Prince and Coriphaeus of Greec Tragoedians , who was born in the Seventy fifth Olympiad ( as Laertius , Suidas and Emanuel Moscopulus testifie ) the Son of Mnesarchus and Clito , the Nobility of whose birth Philochorus vindicates against the common opinion of her being an Herb-Woman ; he is said to have been worried to death by the dogs of King Archelaus ( to whose Court he betook himself upon the discontent of his Second Wife Chaerila's adultery with Ctephisophon ) either by chance or set on by Lysimachus Master of the Kings dogs , by the instigation of two envious poets Aribeus a Macedonian , and Crateuas a Thessalonian , in the Seventy fith year of his age , leaving behind him 3 Sons Mnesarchus , Mnesilochus and Euripides ; And having flourisht from the 77th . to the 92d . Olymp. equal with that other excellent Tragoedian Sophocles , who as Suidas and others affirm , was born in the Seventy third , and is said to have written 33. Tragedies ( and to have been Victor Twenty four times ) of which 7 only are extant : as of Euripides his Ninety two Tragedies , Eighteen are extant . There was also another Sophocles , the Grandchild of the former , who is said to have written Fourty Tragedies , and to have been Seven times Victor ; much about the same time with Euripides flourisht 1st . Panyasis a Heroic poet , the Uncle or Cosin German of Herodotus ; he was one of those Six , as saith the Interpreter of Oppian , who were call'd by way of Eminence the Poets ; the other Five being Homerus , Eupolis , Hesiodus , Antimachus and Nicander . 2d . Menalippides , a Lyric and Dithyrambic Writer , Sisters Son of another Menalippides , whom see in his proper place . 3d. Stesimbrotus , of whom , as also of Panyasis , Antimachus Clarius was a hearer . 4th . Hermippus , a one-ey'd Comedian who is delivered by Suidas to have written Fourty Fables , several of which are remembred by Athenaeus and Pollux ; he was an enemy to Pericles ( against whom he wrote Anapaestics ) and to his Wife Aspasia , who was not only a Mistress of Eloquence and general learning , but eminent also in Poetry . 5. Phrynichus , a writer of Vetus Comoedia , mentioned by Pansanias and Hephaestion ; several Comedies of his are mention'd by Athenaeus , Pollux , Harpocration , Suidas , and the Scholiast of Aristophanes . 6 , 7. Lycus or Lycis and Amipsias ( the last already mention'd ) two Insipid Poets derided by Aristophanes . 8 , Theodectes , a kind of Tragoedian , since he is said to have written the Arguments and first Delineations to many of , if not all Euripides his Tragedies . But there was another of the same name , whom see in Theopompus . 9. Nicomachus a Tragoedian also much celebrated for his Oedipus , and sometimes Victor over Sophocles and Euripides themselves , as Suidas testifies . 10. Theognis , a Comoedian , who from his frigidity or faintness of style , was sirnamed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , i. e. Snow he contended with Nicomachus , and was vanquisht by him , together with Euripides . 11. Philocles Comedian , Aeschylus his sisters Son , he was derided for his deformity by Aristophanes in his Thesmophoriazusai , his Tereus is mention'd by the Scholiast of Aristophanes , and by Stobaeus ; he had two Sons Morsimus and Philippides , of whom elsewhere . 12. Cephisodorus , an Athenian writer of Vetus Tragoedia , his Antilais , Amazones , Trophonius and Sus are remembred by Suidas ; there are besides two others of the same name , who were also Historians . 13. Socrates , the Philosopher , who by his Hymn to Apollo , and his turning Aesops Fables into Verse ( a little before his death ) for which he is commended by Cebes in Plato , approv'd himself a Poet. 14. Diocles an Athenian writer of Vetus Comoedia , whose Melissae and Thalatta are both mention'd ( the first with particular commendation ) by Athenaeus and Pollux . 15. Sannyrio , or ( as Giraldus calls him . ) Samyrion a writer of Vetus Comoedia , mentioned by Athenaeus for his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , by Suidas for his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 & 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . He was for his slenderness of voice , nick-nam'd Canabus by Strattis , 16 Philondes an Athenian Writer of old Comoedie remembred by Athenaeus ; he , having been formerly a Fuller , scapes not a jeer from phanes ( no more than his son Nicochares ) nevertheless his Cothurni is mentioned with commendation by Athenaeus and Pollux . 17. Thearus , another Object of Aristophanes his laughter . 18. Strattis , a Comedian , of whose writing Cansabon upon Athenaeus reckons 23 Comedies , whereas Suidas mistakes him for a Tragoedian , which gave occasion to Giraldus to mention another Strattis ; he was of a biting wit , like Aristophanes . 19. Dinolochus , a Comic Poet of Agrigentum , who wrote Fourteen Fables in the Doric Dialect . 20. Philyllius , another writer of old Comedy , remembred by Athenaeus and Pollux ( as also another of the same name of an uncertain time , who wrote a Poem of Cities in Iambic Verse , and of whom Suidas also and Stephanus take notice ) besides Empedocles , Parmenides , Epicharmus , Eupolis , Euenus , Cratinus and several others . Euschemus , an ancient Comic writer , out of whose Empolis divers Senary Iambic Verses , are cited by Athenaeus in his 13th . Book . Euthycles , a Poet of an uncertain time , who wrote two Poems 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , the first of which is mentioned by Suidas . Euthydemus , an Athenian of an uncertain time , who set forth some things of his own , under Hesiod's name . Eutyches , a Comic writer , one of the most copious among the Greecs , of whose many Comedies , the names are to be found in Athenaeus , and Raphael Volaterranus . Ezechiel , a Jew , whose Tragedie of Moses , Entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is extant with a Latin Translation set forth by Fridericus Morellus . F FAbius Dorsenus , or Dossennus an ancient Latin Comic Poet , though of what time is not known ; he is remembred by Horace . l. 1. Epist. by Pliny . l. 14. c. 13. and by Festus in the word Temetum . Fabius Planciades Fulgentius , see Curiatius . Facetus , a Latin Poet , who flourisht since the time of Charles the Great , but in what particular age is unknown to Giraldus , who makes mention of him . Fannius , see Publius Ovidius . Faustus , see Curiatius . Ferius Hilpericus , see Paulus Diaconus . Flavius , see Claudius Claudianus . Floretus , one of the uncertain ag'd Poets , mentioned by Giraldus ; some have thought him to be the same with St. Bernard , Abbot of Claraeval . Florus , a Latin Poet , who flourisht in the time of the Emperour Adrian ; whether the same with that Florus mentioned by Polianus among the Greec Epigrammatists is uncertain , but there are besides Three others differenc'd by their Praenomina , viz. Caius Florus already mention'd , Julius and Paulus . Fontianus , an ancient Latin Poet , whose description of the Roman Provinces in verse , seems by an Epistle of Beatus Rhenanus to have been in the hands of Philippus Puchaimerus . Fortunatus , an ancient Bishop of Poictou , who liv'd in the time of Justinus junior , to whom he dedicated a Book of his Poems , and another to the Empress Sophia . Fulpertus , a Gallic Bishop , who flourisht about the Year of our Lord 1010. among other things he wrote divers Hymns in honour of the B. Virgin. G GAllienus , see Caecilius Cyprianus . Gallus Milo , see Theodulphus . Gamphredus , one of the uncertain ag'd Poets , mention'd by Giraldus . Gannius , a Latin Poet , who liv'd before the time of Charles the Great , but in what age is uncertain . Several of his verses are cited by Festus in the word Adoris . Geminus , an ancient Epigrammatist , several of whose Epigrams are extant in the Greec Anthology . Georgius Pisides , Dean of Constantinople , and Keeper of the Emperours papers and Records , as Suidas and Nicephorus testifie ; he wrote a Poem of vanity , and also of the six days work of Creation , a good part is yet extant , and of that which is lost , some fragments are cited by Suidas , Cedrenus and Nicet●s , besides some other things of his writing , mentioned by Suidas . Gerbertus , a French-man , brought up in the Abby of Floriac , and for his great proficiency in the Mathematicks ( for which he was by some accounted a Magitian ) and other learning prefer'd to be Bishop of Rhemes , afterwards Arch-Bishop of Ravenna , and lastly Pope of Rome , by the Title of Sylvester the Second . He is noted for an Elegant Writer of Latin Verse , from his Poem in Laudem Boethii , of which there is a fragment in the Parisian Collection , Entitled Epigrammata and Poematia vetera ; also several verses of his are selected by Brietius . Germanicus , see Aelius Saturninus . Gildas , an ancient British Authour sirnamed Cambrius , to distinguish him from two others ; for Joannes Baleus , in his Scriptores Anglici , names three , viz. Cambrius a Native of Cambria , or Wales ; Albanius , and Badonicus ; but Cambrius ( the ancientest of the Three , for he flourisht in the Sixtieth year , from our Saviours Nativity , under the Reign of Arviragus King of Britain , according to Ponticus Virunnius ) chiefly for Poetry , his Cambreidos being remembred by the forementioned Baleus , besides Egrams and other Poems of various argument ; however Badonicus so call'd from Badonia or Bath , the place of his Nativity , Besides his Epistle of the Conquest of Brittain , is said to have written some things in Verse ; and there are who think him to have been the Authour of the Comedy Aulularia or Querolus , vulgarly ascribed to Plautus , which Vossius thinks to have been written by neither of them , but by an unknown Authour . Gitiadas , a Lacedaemonian , who having made the Statue of Pallas Chalcioeca , compos'd a Hymn , which was to be sung yearly by the Lacedaemonians at the Anniversary of that Goddess ; also several Odes in the Doric Dialect . Godebertus , a Presbyter , who flourishing in the Year 500. wrote in Heroic Verse Historical passages from the beginning to the birth of Christ. Gordianus , one of the Caesars , or rather the Father of him who was afterwards Emperour ; he wrote , as saith Capitolinus , a Poem Entitled Antoninias or the lives of the two Antoniues Pius and Marcus Emperours . Gracchus , see Anser . Gratius , se● Publius Ovidius . Gregorius Nazianzenus , one of most eminent of the Greec Fathers , who besides his very many Volumes in Prose , wrote also several things in Verse , as his Poem in Hexameter , containing a Dialogue between Virginity and Marriage . The praise of the Macchabees , and of Maximus the Philosopher , with other things . H HEcataeus , an Epigrammatist of Thasus , who makes one among the rest in the Greec Anthologie . Hedylogus a Samian , or as some say Athenian Poet , of whose writing several Epigrams are cited by Athenaeus , he was the Son of Hedyle a Samian Poetess . Hedylus , a noted Epigrammatist , cited by Athenaeus in several places , and it is probably the same Hedylus whose name is to several Epigrams in the Greec Anthologie Hegemon , an Alexandrian Epic Poet , whose Description of the Battel of Leuctra is cited by Stephanus , and out of whose Dardanics ( if it were the same Hegemon that wrote them ) Aelian cites several passages : there was also another of the same name a Thasian sirnamed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , i. e. a Lentil ; he wrote a Poem Entitle Gigantomachia , a Comedie call'd Philinna , as also several Inscriptions and Impresa's in Verse : he is mention'd by Aristotle . Hegesianax , or as some call him , Agesianax , a writer of Mythologie in verse , as Hyginus testifies , certain of whose verses are cited by Plutarch in his discourse of the apparition in the Moon . Hegesilaus , a Comic Poet , whose Fables are mentioned by Tatianus , in his Book against the Greecs . Hegesinus , a famous Greec Poet , out of whom divers Verses are cited by Pausanias in his Baeotics . Hegesippus , a Comic Poet of Tarentum , whose Adelphi , Opsartica and Phileteri , are cited by Athenaeus ; Suidas sirnames him Crobylus , and ascribes to him the Seventh Philippic Oration , commonly ascrib'd to Demosthenes , as others do the Oration for Halonesus . There are also several Epigrams of his in the Greec Anthologie . Hegias , a Poet of an uncertain time made mention of by Pausanias . Heliodorus , a Medicinal Writer in Verse , out of whom several verses are cited by Galen , whether the same Heliodorus , out of whose Poem de Spectaculis Italicis , Stobaeus cites several Verses in his Sermon de morbis , may be quaeried . Hemitheon , a Obscene Poet of Sybaris , who liv'd in the time of Augustus ; he is mention'd by Philo Lucian . Ovid. l. 11. de tristibus and Martial . Heniochus , a writer of Media Comoedia , whose Fables are reckoned up by Suidas ; he is also mentioned by Athenaeus and Theophilus . Heraclides , sirnamed Poeticus , to distinguish him from Heraclides Ponticus the Grammarian ( who also is said to have written several Tragedies which go under the name of Thespis ) a writer of Sentences and Precepts in Verse , besides whom there was also an Epigrammatist of the same name remembred by Laertius . Heraclitus , a Lyric Poet , whose Poem of the Twelve Gods is mention'd by Laertius . Of those of the same name , that famous Philosopher of Ephesus , is also reckon'd among the Poets , besides him of Halicarnassns ; whom see in Callimachus . Hermesianax , an Elegiac Poet of Colephon , whose Poem of the Description of his own Country , is remembred by Pausanias , besides whom there was also another of the same name who wrote a Poem of the Persian Affairs . Hermippus , see Euripides . Hermocreon , the Authour of several Epigrams which are extant in the Greec Anthologie . Hermodorus , or Hermeodorus another Epigrammatist of the same society . Hermodotus , see Menander . Herodes , an Iambic writer quoted by Stobaeus . Herodicus , a Babylonian , of whose Verses against the Grammarians , divers are repeated by Athenaeus at the end of the Fifth Book of his Deipnosophists . Hesiodus so nam'd , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from the chastity of his Poetry , an ancient Greec Poet sirnamed Ascraeus from Ascra , a Town in Baeotia , the place not of his birth ( as hath been generally suppos'd ) but of his Education according to Herodotus , Strabo , Stephanus and Valerius Probus ; for he was born at Cuma in Aeolia ; the Son of Dius and Pycimede ; he is affirmed by Philostratus , Velleius Paterculus , and M. Varro contrary to the Opinion of Porphyrius and Solinus ( the First of whom sets him 100. the other 130 years after ) Contemporary with Homer , which opinion is confirmed by an Epigram of Dion , and the Discourse in the 5th . Book of Plutarch's Symposiaca , which makes out that Homer and He contended at the Exequies of Oelycus the Thessalian , and Amphidamas of Chalcis : some say Stesichorus the Poet was his Son by Ctemene the Daughter of Physigaeus , others that Ctemene was not his Wife , but deflowr'd by him , for which he was slain at Oenone by her Brothers Ampiphanes and Ganetor ; however it were , it is agreed by all , though differently related by Pausanias , Thucydides and Plutarch ; his several Works are reckoned up in all Fourteen , as well extant as not extant , in a Catalogue , which is inserted in Daniel Heinsius his Edition of this Poet. his Extant works are a Poem Entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ( which containeth certain rules and precepts of husbandry ) another call'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or the Generation of the Gods , a third 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or the shield of Hercules , Besides some fr●gments of another Poem which is not intirely extant , Entituled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , but neither 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 nor 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 are judg'd by Scaliger to have been written by Hesiod , but some other ancient poet , whose name is unknown Hetruscus Messenius , an old Epigrammatist , whose name lives only in the Greek Anthologie . Hiero Ferreus , an Athenian , whose Poems were extant in Plutarchs time , as he testifies in his Nicias . Hilarius , a Bishop of Poriton , who flourisht in the time of Constantius the son of Constantine , he is celebrated by Isidorus for the Hymns he wrote among which three that bear his name are yet extant ; about the same time Marius Victorius taught Rhetoric at Rome , and was St. Jerome's Master in that Art ; he wrote a Poem in Heroic verse concerning the Seven Maccabaean Brethren martyr'd with their Mother by Antiochus Epiphanes . See more of him in Hieronymus de viris Illustribus . Hilasius , a Poetical writer of an uncertain age , but not very ancient ; of whose Verses upon Virgil and some other subjects , some Remains are extant in Brietius , and the Parisian Collection , Entitled Epigrammata & Poematia Vetera : he is one of the Twelve , sirnamed the Grammatic or Scholastic Poets . Hildephonsus , otherwise call'd Illephonsus or Alphonsus , a Bishop of Toledo who flourisht in the time of Heraclius and his children , as also of Pope Honorius ( to whom are attributed Twelve Distichs concerning Christs ascention and the Apostles looking on ; Extant in the Book call'd Bibliotheca Patrum ) he wrote several Hymns , Epitaphs and Epigrams , and is thought to have been the first Institutour of the B. Virgins conception ; he died Anno 667. Hincmarus , sirnamed Senior , ( to distinguish him from his Grand-child Hincmarus Bishop of Laudunum ) an Arch-Bishop of Rhemes created in the Year of our Lord 845. whose Vein in Latin Poetry what it was , appears by a fragment thereof collected by Jacobus Sirmondus . Hipparchus , a Greec writer of Vetus Comedia , mention'd by Suidas , and whose Ilias Aegyptia , Thais and Anasozomenos ( if it be the same Hipparchus as probably it is ) are quoted by Athenaeus ; also four Senary Iambics are repeated by Stobaeus in his Sermon pro Artibus out of his Zographus . Hippicus the same with Ibycus . Hipponax , see Xenophanes . Hipposthenes , an Iambic Poet , quoted by Stobaeus . Hippothoon , another whose Senary Iambics upon envie , are alleag'd by the same Authour , in his Sermon upon the same Subject . Hippothoos , an old Greec Poet of little fame , but for the same Stobaeus , who sometimes quotes his verses . Hipys , see Xenophanes . Homerus , the Apposititious , rather then true name ( which was Melesigenes ) of the most renowned of Greec Heroic Poets , and as is most generally alleag'd , the ancientest of those of whose works we have any intirely extant , as we have his 2. Heroic Poems , Ilias and Odysseus , the first describing the Trojan War for the first nine years ; the other , the wandring life of Vlisses after the taking of Troy ; not to mention his Hymns , his Batrachom yomachia and other small poems besides which he wrote many other things which are not extant . See Melesigenes . Homerus junior , see Aeantides . Homerus Sellius , a writer of Arguments in verse , upon the Comedies of Menander . Hostilius , a Latin Poet who wrote the Roman Annales in Verse , out of whom one Verse is cited by Priscian in his sixth Book , there was also of the same name a Mimographer , remembred by Tertullian , in the 15th . Chapter of his Apologetics . Hostius , a writer of the Istrian War in Latin verse ; which work some impute to Hostilius probably upon a mistake of one for the other . Hugobaldus , see Theodulphus . Hyperochus , a Poet of Cuma , whose History of his own Country in Verse is remembred by Athenaeus and Pausanias . I IBycus , a Poet of Rhegium of an uncertain age . See also in Xenophanes . Idaeus , sirnamed Rhodius from his Country , the son of Issus an Epic Poet , who doubled all Homcrs works by inserting his own Verses line for line , yet keeping the sense ; he also wrote the Affairs of Rhodes in 3000 verses , as Suidas testifies . Joannes Babucalus , an Epigrammatic Poet , whose Epigram upon the burning of Beritus and several others , are extant in the Greec Florilegium . Joannes Damascenus , a writer in the time of Leo Isaurus and Constantinus Copronyinus , who besides several things which he wrote in Prose which are yet extant , wrote also a Dramatic Poem o● Susanna remembred by Eustathius upon Dionysius Afer , but not now extant ; about the same time liv'd Cosmas of Jerusalem sirnamed Hagiopolites , Bishop of Maiuma ; he wrote Thirteen Hymns which translated into Latin are extant in the Bibliotheca Patrum heretofore mentioned . Joannes Geometra , a Constantinopolitan Poet , whose Paradise or Garden of moral Tetrastich Epigrams , and his five Hymns upon th Blessed Virgin , were set forth by Federic Morellus at Paris , Ann. 1595. Joannes Nantuillensis , an English-man who wrote a Poem called Archithemium , remembred by Giraldus . Joannes Psellus , wrote in Greec verse upon the three antient Greec Fathers St. Chrysostome , St. Gregory , St. Basil , and also upon the seven last Synods . Jon , a Tragic Poet of Chios , who wrote many Tragedies ( some say 12. some 30. some more ) he is mentioned by Athenaeus , and his Epigram of Pherecides , cited by Laertius in the life of that Philosopher ; he is by Aristophanes in his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 sirnamed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Early . Jonicus , see Amphilochius . Jophon , an ancient Greec Poet mentioned by Suidas . Isaacus , a Priest of Antioch , who liv'd in the year of our Lord 458. L●o being Emperour in the East , Majoranus in the West , he is said by Gennadius in his Book De viris Illustribus , to have wrote besides several things in Prose , the ruine of Antioch in Elegiac Verse . About the same time lived Petrus Edissenus a Priest also , who according to the said Gennadius , wrote several Psalms , besides other things in Prose . In Zeno's Reign also flourisht Pelagius Patricius , who compos'd a Poem of the History of the life of Christ out of a Cento of of Homers Verses , which some ( though without ground ) have ascribed to the Empress Eudocia ; moreover there were reckoned among the Poets of that time Pampr●pius of Panopolis and Marcinus of Neapolis , both the Disciples of Proclus according to Suidas , the first , if not both persisting to the last in Gentilisme . Isagoras , a Tragic Poet of Byzantium the Disciple of Chrestus , he flourisht in the time of the Emperour M. Antoninus sirnamed the Philosopher , and is remembred by Philostratus . Isocrates , a Tragic Poet , whom Giraldus thinks to have been the same with Isocrates the Oratour , though Suidas more probably judgeth him to have been another person the Disciple of the Oratour ; he was of Appollonia , or as some say of Heraclea . His Son in Law Aphareus was the Authour of Thirty seven Tragedies , as saith Plutarch , in the lives of the ten Rhetoricians . Juba , a King of Manritania , in the time of the Emperour Augustus , who being a lover of Learning in general , was also particularly addicted to Poetry ; his verses upon Leontius the Argive , are cited by Athenaeus out of Amarantbus de Scaena . Julianus , one of the Twelve uncertain ag'd Poets , of whom there are several Certamina or contests upon some one Subject in the like number of verses , to be seen in the Parisian Collection , Entitled Epigrammata & Poematia Vetera , & few in Brietius his Acute dicta Vet. Poet. Lat. The rest of the Twelve are Hilarius already mentioned , Maximianus , Vitalis , Basilius , Asmenus , Vomanus , Euphorbus , Palladius , Asclepiadeus , Eusthenius , Pompeianus ; though there are who think Julianus and some other of these Names to be but fictitious , and set to some of the Verses to fill up the number and make the Certamen the more pompous . Julius Curiatius Maternus , a Latin Tragoedian , whose Medea , Thiestes and Cato are mentioned by Cornelius Tacitus in his Dialogue de Oratoribus . See Curiatius Julius Diocles , an Epigrammatic Poet , of whom yet there is nothing preserved but an Epigram or two in the Greec Anthologie . Julius Caesar , see Caius . Julius Florus , see Florus , Julius Montanus , see Publius Ovidius . Julius Paulus , an antient Latin Poet mentioned with particular commendation by Agellius ; he flourisht in the time of the Emperours Adrian and Antoninus Pius . Julius Pomponius Secundus , a Tragic Poet , mentioned by Quintilian , besides whom there was another Pomponius Secundus a Comic writer heretofore mentioned . Junius Juvenalis , a most elegant Latin Satyrist ( as appears by his Sixteen extant Satyrs ) of Aquinum , a Town of the Volsci ; he flourisht in the time of the Emperour Domitian . Juvencus , see Rhemnius Fanni●● Juventius , an ancient Comic 〈◊〉 but of an uncertain age , mentioned by Varro and Agellius . L LAbeo , a Latin Poet , of whom Fulgentius in his Mythologie makes mention . Lactantius Firmianus , see Rhemnius . Laelius ( otherwise Laevius being probably judged the same person ) a Poet of an uncertain time , though sufficiently ancient ; he wrote a Poem called Erotopaegnia or amorous Sports ; and if he were the same with Laevius , as is not to be doubted ) another Entitled Centa●ri . Lamprocles , a Dithyrambic writer , cited by Athenaeus . Lamynthius , a Milesian● Elegiac Poet , whose Poem upon his Lyde , in various kind of Verse , is mentioned by Athenaeus . Largus , a Latin Poet Contemporary with Ovid , who makes mention of him , with reference to something he wrote of Antenor . Lasus Hermioneus , see Onomacritus . Latronianus , a Spaniard , very much commended by St. Jerome for his excellent Genius in Poetry ; he was put to death as the same Authour testifieth , at Triers , by Maximus the Emperour , upon pretence of Haeresie , together with Priscilianus , who was his Colleague , Foelicissimus and others . Laureas Tullius , the Freed-man of Marcus Tullius ; there are said be extant of his composing several Greec Epigrams ; that upon the Fountains of Cicero's Accademy is cited by Pliny in his natural History . Lentulus , a Mimic writer mention'd with commendation by Tertullian , and associated with Hostilius . Leonides , see Peritus . Leontius , a Tragic Poet of Argos , of an uncertain time but among the Anci● Lesches , or Leschides a Lesbian , whose Poem Entitled Ilias parva is mention'd by Eusebius ; out of this Poem Pindarus is observed by his own Interpreters to have borrow'd : contemprorary with him was Alemaeon , whom some think to be the same with Alcman the Lyric . Suidas mentions among the Poets one Leschides who fought under King Eumenes . Leuceas , an ancient Poet of Argos whom Pausanias testifies to have written of the manners and customes of Nations in Verse . Leucon , a Comic Writer , whose Fable Phrateres is mentioned by Athenae●s . Liberius and Belisarius , Two , but very indifferent Poets according to the account of Brietius , however mentioned for their Achrostichs upon Sedulius , and thought by Labbeus to have written in the Year of our Lord 462. Licentius , an African Poet born at Hippo , see Claudius Claudianus . Licinianus , see Curiatius Maternus . Licinius Imbrex , see Publius Licinius Tegula . Licymnius a Chian , remembred by Athenaeus , and by Parthenius in his Erotics , styled Melopoios . Lygurinus , see Curiatius Maternus . Linus , a Poet and Philosopher so ancient , that according to the Poetical Mythology ; he is said to have been the Son of Apollo and Psammata the daughter of Crotopus , King of the Argives , & to have taught Hercules Musick , Poetry , and other Arts , and to have been the inventour of Lyric Poesie . Of this Linus , or which is most probable , a younger Linus a Theban , for such a one Suidas mentions , Ten Verses are cited by Stobaeus , in his Sermon de prudentia , and a Distich , in his Sermon De Spe. Livius Andronicus , a Roman Comedian , who flourisht immediately after the first Punic War , being about the beginning of the 135th . Olympiad , he is said to have been the first Authour of Latin Fable or Comedie , the next after whom was Cnaeus Naeuius , who also wrote a History of the first Punie War , wherein he himself had been present . Lucius Accius , see Accius , and also Statius Caecilius . Lucius Affranius , a Latin Comic Poet , of whose writing there are quoted Fourteen Comedies his Aequales , Brundusini , Cinerarius , Consobrini , Dedi●●o ; Emancipatus , Materierae , Pantaleo , Pompa , Repudiatus , Sorores , Talio , Temerarius , Vopiscus . Lucius Annaeus Seneca , a Corduban , both Philosopher and Poet , and Uncle of Lucan ; there are several Tragedies which go under his name , whereof Medea , and some others are generally believed not to be his , if the rest or part of the rest be . Lucius Coelius Lactantius Firmianus , see Rhemnius . Lucius Cornelius Sylla , see Sylla . Lucius Domitius Nero , see Nere. Lucius Julius Calidius , a Roman Poet , made mention of by Cornelius Nepos in his life of Pomponius Atticus , as the next for elegancy after Lucretius and Catullus . Lucius Junius Moderatus Columella , a Gaditan , who flourisht under the Roman Emperour Claudius , and wrote his Tenth Book de Re Rustica ( which whole work is commonly put forth with Cato , Varro and other Latin Authours of that subject ) inscribed Hortus in no unelegant Verse , considering the nature of the Work. Lucius Luscius , see Statius Coecilius . Lucius Fenestella , an ancient writer reckoned in the number of Poets by some , though with little ground in the opinion of Vossius . Lucius Paulus Passienus , see Curiatius Maternus . Lucius Plotius , a favourite of C. Marius , whose Acts he celebrated in Verse . Lucius Pomponius , perhaps the same with Pomponius Secundus . Lucius Varius , see Publius Ovidius . Lucullus , a Satyrist of Arunca , who is said to have writ 30 Books of Satyrs , and to have been the first of the Latins in that kind of Poetry . Lyceon , an ancient Poet , but of an uncertain time , who according to Pausanias , wrote the Lycian Mysteries in Verse . Lycon , a Jasensian , whose Poem upon Pythagoras is cited by Athenaeus . See also in Alexis . Lycophron , see Cleanthes . Lycus or Lycis , see Euripides . Lydius Cattus , a Poet of Ravenna , but of what age is uncertain , some Poems of his are said to have been Printed at Rome . Lysimacbus , a Comedian of Boeotia , remembred by Lucian . Lysippus , a Tragic Poet remembred by Athenaeus and Suidas for his Bacchae and Thyrsocomos . Lysis , a Tarentin , both Philosopher and Poet ; he was of the Sect of Pythagoras , and had the education of that famous Theban Captain Epaminondas ; his also Laertius affirms those golden Verses to be , which go under the name of Pythagoras . M MAcedonius Hypatus , an Epigrammatist , of whom there are divers Epigrams to be found in the Greec Anthologie . Machon , a Sicyonian , or as some say a Corint bian , remembred by Athenaeus . Maecius , or Maecius , see Quintus . Magnus , an Athenian writer of antiqua Comoedia ; he is remembred by Aristophanes in his Equites , and by Julius Pollux , Suidas , and Athenaeus , who quotes two of his Comedies which are haply those two of the Nine which he wrote in which Raphael Volaterranus mentions him to have been Victor in the Olympic Games . Magnetius Rabanus Maurus , see The●dulphus Majoranus Salentinus his Epitaphs upon Bessarion and Argyropolus are to be read in the Icones of Paulus Jovius . Manethos , a Mendesian or of Diospolis , testified by Suidas to have written certain things of natural Philosophy and Astronomy in Verse . Marcus Manilius , see Publius Ovidius . Marachus , otherwise called Malachus an ancient Poet ( but of an uncertain time ) of Syracuse mentioned by Aristotle . Marcellus , sirnamed Sidites from Sida a City of Pamphylia ; a Poet who flourisht in the time of the Emperour M. Antoninus , as Suidas testifies , and wrote the whole Art of Medicin in Heroic Verse in 42. Books , of which work we have extant a small remnant of his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Book of the Medicinal use of Fishes . There is also mentiond flourishing in the time of Theodosius Senior , Marcellus , who is said to have writ in Verse de Medicina , and therefore haply by those that consider not the distance of time , may be mistaken for the other . Marcus Accius Plautus , see Statius Coecilius . Marcus Accuticus , see Statius Coecilius . Marcus Aemilius Scaurus , the Authour of a Tragedy Entitled Atreus , for which he was put to death by the Emperour Tiberius . Marcus Annaeus Lucanus a Corduban Poet , and the Nephew of Seneca , his Poem Entitled Pharfalia , wherein he is said to have been assisted by his Wife Polla Argentaria , is extant and in sufficient esteem . Marcus Argentarius , an ancient Epigrammatist , whose name is subscribed to divers Epigrams in the Greec Anthology . Marcus Attilius , a Tragic writer stil'd by Cicero , Poeta durissimus ; by Licinius Scriptor ferreus , he Translated into Latin Sophocles his Electra . Marcus Aurelius Olympius Nemesianus , a Carthaginian , whose Cynegetics or Poem of Hunting , together with 4. Eglogues of his , are mentioned by Flavius Vopiscus , beside a fragment of his which was by Sanazarius shewed to Giraldus ; he lived in the time of the Emperour Carus , & had Eglogues written to him from Calphurnius Siculus . Marcus Bavius , a Poet mentioned by Virgil in his Eglogues . Marcus a Benedictin Monk in the time of Justinus Thrax , who wrote in Verse Hexameter the life of St. Benedict , whose Disciple he was . Marcus Foelix Ennodius , a Native of Arles , some say Milan ; he flourisht under Theodoricus King of Italy ( by whom he was made Bishop of Ticinum ) and Anastasius the Emperour , to whom he was sent Embassadour , and died in the year of our Lord 521. He was accounted for those times a very Ingenious Poet , and of his Poetry some small fragments are to be seen in Brietius his Acute Dicta . Marcus Furius Bibaculus , one of the Catalogue of Suetonius his famous Grammarians , but placed by Crinitus and Giraldus among the Poets . Marcus Marullus , a Mimic writer in the time of the Emperour M. Antonius , he is mentioned by Capitolinus . Marcus , a Bishop of Hydruns , who wrote an Acrostic Hymn upon the Sabbath , the Latin Version whereof is extant in the Bihliotheca Patrum . Marcus Junior , alias Pompeius , an antient Epigrammatist , of whom there is extant an Hexastich , in the first Book of the Greec Anthologie . Marcus Pacuvius , see Statius Coecilius . Marcus Popilius , see Publius Terentius . Marcus Terentius Varro , a no less learned than elegant ancient Latin writer , famously known by his Books , de Re Rustica , which are publisht together with Cato and the other ancient Writers of that Subject , besides which and his Book de Lingua Latina , and also his Satyrae Minippeae , he wrote also several other works in Prose which are lost , and something in Verse , whereof some small fragments are seen in the Parisian Collection Entitled Epigrammata & Poematia Vetera , & Brietius his Acute Dicta . He is highly extoll'd by Cicero in his Tusculan Questions , also by Terentianus Maurus , Lactantius Firmianus , and Dionysius Halicarnassaeus . See also Decius Laberius . Marcus Tullius Cicero , the most eloquent of Latin Oratours , and moreover the Authour of several Poetical works , as his three Books of his Consulship in Heroic Verse ; his Poem or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to Coesar , besides his Translation of Aratus his Phaenomena , and Diosemeia into Latin Verse . Marcus Valerius Martialis , see Statius . Marcus Valerius Phocas , an Illustrious Grammarian , as Aulus Gellius stiles him , of Berytus in Phoenicia , who from a Centurions Office in the Roman service betook himself to Letters , as Suetonius testifies , from whom and from Eusebius his Chronicle he appears to have flourisht in the time of Nero. Of his life of Virgil , which he wrote in Latin Verse , some fragments are extant in the above mentioned Parisian Collection , and in Brietius . Marcus Vnicus , see Curiatius Maternus . Marianus , see Christodorus . Marinus , a Neapolitan Philosopher , and Rhetorician , the Disciple and successour of Proclus , whose life he wrote in Verse . Marius , see Publius Ovidius . Marius Victorinus , see Hilarius . Marsus , an old Latin Poet , cited by Pliny in his 33d . and 34th . Book of his natural History . Martianus Mineus Foelix Capella , an African , who is judged by Schaenerus and others to have liv●d about the time of the Emperour Mauritius ; he wrote ( besides his Book of the Nuptials of Mercury and the Arts , which is extant ) Satyrica , a work mixt of Prose and Verse together ; he is mentioned by Severinus Boethius , and divers learned men of the Moderns . Matro , one of the uncertain ag'd Poets ; a little Poem of whose not altogether unelegant , is to be seen in Athenaeus . Maximianus , a Roman Emperour , some of whose Poetry is cited in the fragments of the Gregorian Codex . Melanopus , an ancient Poet of Cuma remembred by Pausanias in his Eliaca . Melanthius and Melitus , see Oenomaus , Meleager , a Gadaren , whose Charites is cited by Athenaeus , whether the same with that Meleager , of whom there are several Epigrams in Planudes his Florilegium , is uncertain . Melesigenes , that most renowned of Greec Heroic Poets , commonly known by the name of Homerus from his blindness ; not that he was born blind , but fell blind by an accident while he resided at Smyrna , in the Dialect of which Country at that time blind people were stiled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , or else 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 i. e. to follow , because when the strangers were warned out of that City , he followed among the rest . He was called Melesigenes , as born upon the banks of the River Meles of Critheis ( the daughter of Menalopus ) who is generally agreed on to have been his mother ; but who his father was , is more controverted ; since Critheis is said to have been charg'd by her Guardian Cleo●tax of not coming fairly by her great belly : but this imputation of his spurious birth is remov'd by those that affirm Critheis married to Maeon , from whom ( whether he were her fathers brother , to whose charge she was committed , as saith Aristotle , or a King of Lydia , to whom she was presented by Pyrates , as saith Plutarch , ) he was called Maeonides ; he flourisht as Suidas testifies before the first Olympiad 57 years , but as Porphyrius 130. Cicero in his Tusculan questions will have him contemporary with Lyeurgus ; besides his two grand Poems Iias and Odysseus , and other works already mentioned . Very many of his Verses upon several accidents and occasions are to be found in Herodotus his life of this famous Poet , Menalippides , a Dithyrambic Poet of Melos , the Son of Crito , he flourisht as saith Suidas about the 65th . Olympiad , and wrote several things in Heroic verse besides Elegies and Epigrams , he is by some confounded with another Menalippides , a Milesian , of whom already in Euripides . Me●ander an Athenian , the Son of Diopithes , and Disciple of Theophrastus , he was the Prince and first Author of Nova Comoedia , and is said to have written 108 Fables , and in 8 of them to have been Victor ; very many of his Comedies are remembred by Athenaeus , Pollux , Pliny , Stobaeus , Sidonius Apol●inaris , and others ; he began to flourish about the 114th Olymyiad , Ptolomaeus Lagides then reigning . Of those 27 Comedies of his , said by Michael Neander , to have been extant in some Library at Constantinople , I find no certain proof ; contemporary with him , and a Writer also as some say , of Nova Comoedia , was Phileman the Son of Damon ; he is said , in contest with Menander , to have had several times the better ; his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is thought to have been imitated by Plautus in his Mercator . Some other Comedies of his are also mention'd by Athenaeus and Pollux : He wrote also 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , but probably not in Verse . Stobaeus also quotes divers Senary Iambics out of Philemon , but 't is uncertain whether this Philemon or his Son of the same name , of whose writing Suidas saith there were 54 Fables . Of the same time also was 2. Euhemerus , who wrote ( but whether in Verse is doubted ) a History of the Ethnic Gods which Ennius translated ; he is reckoned among the Elegiacs by Censorinus . 3. Simmias the Rhodian , who besides his Ovum already mentioned , wrote a little Poem Entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or the hatchet . 3. Posidippus Cassandrius , the Son of Cyniscus , who succeeded Menander in Nova Comoedia ; his Fables as saith Suidas , were Thirty , among which was his Pomoboscus . Some fragments of him are to be found in the common Edition of the Poetae Minores ; there was besides him another of the same name an Epigrammatist . 4. Diphilus of Sinope , out of whose Synapothnescontes Plautus is thought to have borrowed . Of 100. Comedies he is said to have written 33. are named by Athenaeus ; he is also quoted by Pollux , Stobaeus and Clemens Alexandrinus , by whom as also by Eusebius , he is called 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 5. Rhinton of Tarentum a Potters Son , who wrote Thirty eight Tragi-Comedies , whereof his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was one . 6. Sophilus a Comic Poet , some say of Sicyon , some of Thebes , out of his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 an Iambic verse is cited by Laertius in Stilpo . 7. Stephanus the Son of Alexis , who is said to have been the Uncle of Menander ; he was a writer of Media Comoedia . 8. Zenodotus the Disciple of Philetas , whom he succeeded in the tuition of Lagides his Sons . 9. Theocritus of Syracuse the Son of Protagoras aud Philine , whose 33 Idyls or Bucolic Elogues , with several Greec Epigrams and the Altar ( if that be his ) are handsomely set forth by Stephanus , with the ancient Scholiasts . 10. Antagoras of Rhodes , who was in great favour with King Antigonus , as appears from Pausanias , Plutarch , Athenaeus , he wrote a Poem Entitled Thebais , but there is nothing of his extant , saving one Epigram and a few Verses cited by Diogenes Laertius . 11. Hermodotus , another favourite of Antigonus , as appears from Plutarch in his Apophthegms , and his Book of Isis & Osiris . 12. Anaxippus , a writer of Media Comoedia , whose Citharaedus and other Comedies are cited by Athenaeus . Of the above named Philemon the Elder , Theophrastus was a familiar acquaintance , who , as Laertius saith , wrote a discourse of Comedy , but whether he compos'd any thing in verse is doubted . Menecrates , a Comic Poet of Syracuse , whose Manestor and Hermoncus are cited by Athenaeus , Suidas and Volaterranus . Menelaus , a Heroic Poet of Aegos whose Thebais is mentioned by Suidas and Volaterranus . Menippus , a Comic writer , whose Cercopes and other things are cited by Athenaeus and Volaterranus . Merboldus , otherwise called Marbodaeus , a writer of Gems and precious stones in Hexameter Verse , who comes near the Verge of the Moderns ; for he flourisht about the year 1050. Meroboudes , a learned Spaniard sirnamed Scholasticus , of whose not unelegant Verses de Christo some fragments are to be seen in Brietius and other Collections , according to Labbous his Chronology , he flourisht about the Year 400. Meropius Pontius Paulinus , see Pontius Paulinus in Claudius Claudianus . Mesomedes , a Lyric Poet of Crete , who living in the time of Adrian celebrated his Minion Antinous , Metagenes , an Athenian Comic Poet , whose 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is cited by Athenaeus and Suidas . Methodius , a Christian Greec Poet , Bishop of Tyre , who suffer'd martyrdom under the Emperours Decins & Valerius . Metrodorus , an old Epigrammatist , whose Decastich upon human life , and others are extant in the Greec Florilegium . Michael , sirnamed Grammaticus , an Epigrammatist , of whom there is extant a Hexastich in the Fourth Book of the Greec Anthologie . Milesius see Eudemon . Mimnermus , see Epimenides . Mirteus , an old Epigrammatist , of whom divers Epigrams are to be found in Paulus Jovius his Icones . Mnasalees , a Sicyonian , certain of whose Epigrams are to be found in Athenaeus . Mnesarchius , an old Epigrammatist , of whom there is extant a Tetrastich in the Greec Anthology . Mnesimachus , see Anaxandrides . Monius , an old Jambic Poet , and one of the Dipnosophists in Athenaeus . Morsimus , see Antilochus . Morychus , see Aristophanes . M●schion , another Iambic Poet , quoted by Stobaeus in several places . Moschus , a Sicilian contemporary with Aristarchus and Cratinus ; he wrote Bucolics , whereof some few are extant and printed for the most part together with Theocritus . Moses , the first great Prophet and Law-giver among the Jews , and whose Divine gift in Poetry appears not only in those Hymns or Songs he made upon the children of Israels deliverance from the Aegyptian Pharao and others of their enemies , but also the Book of Job , which is no other than a kind of Tragic Poem , ( and so many learned men judge ) is supposed to be his . Musaeus , some very ancient Writer , whosoever he was , whose name hath been ever illustrious among the Greecs and Latins both , for his antiquity and eminence in Poetry , if at least there were not more of the same name , as there are reckon'd Four ; namely , First , Musaeus , the Son of Thamyras , a Theban ; he is said to have been a Melic Poet , and to have wrote Hymns and Odes . Secondly , Musaeus , the Son of Eumolpus an Athenian , who wrote in Greek verse the Generation of the gods . Thirdly , Musaeus of Eleusis , the Son of Antiphonus , and Disciple of Orpheus , who is said to have wrote Precepts of the life in 400. Verses to his son Eumolpus . Fourthly and Lastly , Musaeus an Ephesian Poet , who was living in the time of Eumenes & Attalus , King of Pergamus ; now which of these was that grand Musaeus spoken of by Virgil , is hard to determin ; but probable it is , that it was the ancientest of them ( if there be more then one ) and the same with Moses the Jewish Law-giver , of whom the Greecs , having but an obscure tradition , might possibly frame an Original according their Poetical fancy , and possibly divided into two or three ; and this seems the more probable from the agreement of the name , for Moses at this day is pronounced by the Greecs 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ; however it were , the little Greec Poem Entitled Hero and Leander , which goes under the name of Musaeus , & is by some particularly ascribed to Musaeus the Son of Eumolpus , is doutless the work of some much more modern Author ( as Vossius and other learned men judge ) whether Musaeus the Grammarian or some other that takes that name . See Curiatius Maternus . Myrtilus , see Philetas . N NAevius , an old Latin Comic Poet , who also wrote Epigrams , and a Tragedy Entitled Hesione , which together with his Comedies Ariolus and Leome are mention'd by Aulus Gellius , some things also of his writings , are cited by Fulgentius in his Mythologie . Naucrates , see Theopompus . Nausicrates , a Comic Poet , whose Nauclerus and Persis are mentioned by Athenaeus and Suidas . Naumachius , a Christian Poet , of what time is uncertain ; he is remembred by Giraldus and Erasmus , and several Verses of his are cited with high commendation by Arsenius Bishop of Monembusia , and in divers places of Stobaeus , Nausicrates , a Comic Poet of an uncertain time , the Authour of Persis and Now 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , mentioned by Suidas and several times by Athenaeus . Neophon or Neophron , see Alexis . Neop●olemus , a Epigrammatist , quoted by Stoboeus in his Book De Laude Martis . Nero , the Fifth Roman Emperour from Julius Caesar , whose vein in Poetry is not altogether past by in silence by learned men , and whose glory it was no less to be accounted an excellent Tragic writer , then it was his delight to be an Actour of the most Tragical and funest deeds . Nestor Larendensis , the Authour of a Poem Entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , he liv'd in the time of the Emperour Alexander severus . Nicander , a Colophonian ( some say Aetolian ) of whom two Poems , his Theriaca and Alexipharmica are yet extant ; he flourisht ( as saith an Anonymous Writer of his life ) in the time of Attalus the last King of Pergamus ▪ and wrote several other things which are lost , among which was his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a Poem of the same nature as Ovid's Metamorphoses . Contemporary with him was Sositheus , a Syracusian , some say , Athenian , others , Alexandrine Tragic Poet , and one of the Pleiadcs heretofore mentioned . Nicarchus , a Greec Epigrammatist , of whom there are several Epigrams to be found in Planudes his Florileginm . Nicenaetus , an ancient , but uncertain ag'd Epic Poet of Samos ( some say Abdera ) remembred by Athenaeus , Parthenius , and of the Moderns , Lilius Giraldus ; he also wrote divers Epigrams , whereof 2. Testratichs are to be found in the Greec Anthology . Nicephorus Callistus Xanthopulus , a Constantinopolitan writer of Greec Epigrams consisting of loose Senarie Iambics , that is loose in quantity though not in measure . Niceratus , an Epigrammatist , whose name is preserv'd in the Greec Anthology . Nicias , another Epigrammatist , of whom only five Epigrams are extant in the Greec Anthology . Nicodemus , an Epigrammatic Poet of Heraclea , of whom there is extant an Antistroph of 14 Verses in the sixth Book of the Greec Anthology . Nicolaus Damascenus , a very learned man who living in the time of Augustus Caesar , was highly honoured and lov'd by that Emperour ( who was himself also adicted to Poetry , and a Composer of Greec Verses , as is testified by Suetonius , Pliny and Macrobius ) he wrote several Comedies and Tragedies ( as saith Suidas ) of which his Tragedy of Susanna is remembred by Eustathius upon Dionysius . Nichomachus , see Euripides . Nicostratus , see Theopompus . Nonnus , see Cyrus Panopolitanus . Nothippus , a Tragic Poet of an uncertain time , sirnamed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mentioned by Athenaeus . Numa , see Quintus Horatius . Numorianus , one of the Roman Emperours , who by the Testimony of Flavius Vospiscus excelled all the Poets of his time ; he is said to have contested with Nemesianus , and to have out gone Aurelius Apollinaris . O OCtavius , see Publius Ovidius . Octavius Augustus , see Nicolaus Damaseenus . Octavius Ruffus , a learned Latin Poet , of whose Verses there are many cited by Pliny , and also by Cuspinian in his Consules . Oen●maus , otherwise called Diogenes , an Athenian Tragic Poet , who wrote Eight Tragedies which are mention'd by Suidas and Athenaeus . Contemporary with him were Melitus , an Oratour and Tragic Poet , though none of the best , one of the accusers of Socrates . 2. Melanthius , an Elegiac Poet , mentioned by Athenaeus , and out of whom Plutarch cites a Distich in his Cymon . There was also of the same name a Tragic Poet , if it were not the same as some think . 3. Timotheus a Milesian , who wrote Eighteen Dithyrambics , Twenty one Hymns , Thirty six Preludes , Eight Descriptions , besides several Dramatic stories , and a Tragedy called the birth of Semele ; how excellent he was in Music , and how great an improver of that science , may be seen in Suidas and Clemens Alexandrinus . 4. Philoxenus , of Cithera , by whom Dithyrambics are said by the Scholiast of Pindarus to have been first invented , though Herodotus thinks rather by Arion the Lesbian . 5. Telestes of Selinus a Comic and Dithyrambic Poet , whose Dithyrambs are said to have been sent by Harpalus to Alexander the Great ; also Suidas mentions out of Athenaeus two Comedies of his , Argo and Aesculapius . 6. Polyeidus a person celebrated by Diodorus : Siculus , as well for Music and Painting as for Poetry . Olen , a writer of Hymns , mentioned by Pausanias in his Attica and Corinthiaca . Olympius a Lydian , both Musitian and Elegiac Poet , mentioned by Suidas to have flourisht before the time of the Trojan War. Onestas , sirnamed Corinthius , hath his name in Planudes to several Epigrams there collected . Onomacritus an Athenian , who liv'd about the time of the Tyrant Pisistratus , and is judged by many to have been the Authour of those Argonautics and other Poems which go under the name of Orpheus ( who lived before the Trojan War , and of whom nothing is extant , nor any thing remembred but his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 & 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mentioned by Philostratus ) he also wrote certain answers of Oracles in Verse which were ascribed to the Old Musaeus , About the same time lived Lasus Hermioneus , the Son of Chabrinus , whose Ode inscribed Centaurus is mention'd by Athenaeus ; he hath been reckoned by some in the number of the Seven sirnamed Wise , in the place of Periander , and his great addiction to Music is particularly taken notice of by Theo of Smyrna ; he is also said to have been the first that contended in Dithyrambic Poetry . Ophelion , a Comic Poet , metioned by Athenaeus and Suidas . Opilius Macrinus , one of the Roman Emperours , whom Julius Capitolinus reporteth to have made Epigrams and several other Verses . Oppianus a Cilician , who living in the time of the Emperours Severus and Caracalla , dedicated to the latter his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Poem of Fishing , and his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Poem of Hunting , both yet extant . Oroebantius , an ancienter Greec Poet , as the Traezenians affirm , then Homer himself , whose Ilias Phrygia , for that is said to have been the Title of his Poem , was reserv'd to Aelian's time , as that Authour himself testifies . Orentius , an ancient Bishop of Aragon , who lived in the time of Anastatius , and is reported by Sigebertus Gemblacensis to have turned the Commonitory into Hexameser Verse . Orpheus , a Poet of Crotona , who flourishing in the time of Pisistratus the Tyrant , wrote Argonautica a Poem de Gemmis and Hymns , all which are extant ; but Orpheus the great Thracian Poet and Musitian celebrated by Virgil , must needs have been of a far higher antiquity ( and some suppose him to have liv'd about the time of the Hebrew Judges ) in so much that the Greecs probably ignorant of his true Original , thought good to find out for him a Poetical extraction , as the Poets had ever at hand some God or Goddess for any ancient Hero , as well in Arts as Arms , that wanted a mortal Father or Mother ; and so Orpheus must be suppos'd to have been the Son of Apollo and Calliope , besides that in other respects he was the Subject of Poetical Fable ; though rather as a Musitian than Poet , for he is said , by the charming power of his Harp , to have tam'd the wildest beasts of the Forrest , and made the Woods and Rocks to follow him , and to have recover'd his Wife Euridice from the shades beneath , had not her own folly caus'd her to be snatcht back again ; for grief whereof abandoning the company of all women , he was , as the story goes , torn in pieces by the Thracian women that sacrific'd to Bacchus , amidst their raving O●gies . Certain Verses out of Orpheus are quoted by Stobaeus and other ancient Authours ; but whether of this Son of Apollo may be questioned ; for as there are mentioned several Musoeus's , so Suidas reckons up divers Orpheus's . Osidius , or Hosidius Geta , an ancient Roman Poet , but of uncertain time , who as is testified by Tertullian , out of a Cento of Virgils Verses , compos'd a Tragedy of Medea . P PAccius , see Curiatius Maternus . Pacuvius , see Statins Caecilius . Palaephatus an Athenian Poet , who by the Testimony of Suidas and Volaterranus , wrote a Poem de Situ Orbis , another of the Contention between Minerva and Neptune , consisting of a Thousand Verses ; a Colloquie between Venus and Cupid , consisting of 5000 Verses , Latona's hair , and some other things . Palamedes , an Epic Poet of Argos , whose works Homer , for envy , is said to have supprest . Palladas , an Epigrammatist , mentioned by Isaacius Tzetzes with commendation ; several Epigrams of his are extant in the Greec Anthology . Palladius , sirnamed Grammati●us , an Epigrammatist , of whom there are several Epigrams in Brietius , the Parisian , and other Collections ; he is one of the Twelve Scholastici already mentioned . See Julianus . Pamphilus , an Elegiac Poet mentioned by Giraldus . Pamphus , an Athenian Poet , who wrote Hymns which were publickly sung by the Athenians , as is testified by Pausanias , l. 7. Pamprepius , see Isaacus . Pancrates , an Arcadian Poet , who wrote of Sea Affairs , out of whom some things are cited by Athenaeus . Panolbius , an ancient Poet , who besides some other things , wrote an Epitaph upon Hypatia the Daughter of Erythraeus . Panyasis , see Euripides . Parmenides , Ibid. Parmeno , a Byzantin Poet , cited by Athenaeus . Parthenius Nicaeus , an Erotic or writer of amorous Affairs in Verse ; he was taken in the Mithridatic War , as is testified by Maerobius , and is thought to have been Virgils Master in the Greec tongue . Patrocles , an Iambic Poet , out of whom certain Verses are cited by Stobaeus ; he may happily be the same with Patrocles Thurius , a Tragic Poet , mentioned by Clemens Alexandrinus . Paulinus , alias Pontius Paulinus , a Native of Burdegala , and Bishop of Nola , whom see in Claudus Claudianus . Paulus Cyrus Florus , Silentiary of Constantinople in the time of the Emperour Justinian , whose Acts he wrote in Verse , as is testified by Cuspinian ; also Paulus Silentiarius ( whom some make to be a distinct person from Paulus Florus ) his Description of the Temple of Constantinople in Verse , and other Poems , are mentioned with high commendation by Agathias , he hath also very many Epigrams in the Greec Anthology . Paulus Diaconus , an Aquileian , taken by Charles the Great , in the Lombard War , together with Desiderius ; besides what he wrote of History which is extant , and other things in Prose ; he also wrote several Hymns , some whereof are sung at this day in the Roman Church . Contemporary with him were Ferius Hilpericus , who wrote in Verse the meeting of Charls with Leo , rather than Alcuin , to whom some have ascribed that work , and also Petrus Apollonius Collatius , who wrote the destruction of Jerusalem in Heroic Verse . Paulus Passienus , see Curiatius Maternus . Pedo Albinovanus , see Publius Ovidius . Pelagius Patricius , see Isaacus . Pentadius , an uncertain ag'd Poet , though not very ancient , of whom several acute and pretty conceited Epigrams are to be found in Pithaeus , and the Parisian Collection , as his Epigram of Fortune , Narcissus , the Tomb of Hector , Lupus the Statuary , the approach of the Spring , and several other things , and some fragments in Brietius his Acute Dicta . Periander , see Epimenides . Peritus , a lias Leonidas , an Epigrammatist , scarce remembred , but by what he hath in the Greec Anthology . Perisaulus Faustinus , an uncertain ag'd Poet , whose Poem de Appetitu , Encomium Stulstitiae and other things are said to be extant at Rome . Perses , the Brother of Hesiod , who wrote to him his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ; he is reported to have written something in Epic Poetry . He was also an Epigrammatist , if it were the same Perses who hath three Tetrastichs in the Greec Anthology . Petreius , otherwise called Petridius , and the same , as 't is thought , whom Pliny calls Petrius , mentioning his Poem Entitled Ophiaca● or Remedies against the biting of Serpents . Petronius Arbiter , an Elegant writer in the time of Nero ; he is call'd by Tacitus alluding to his name Arbiter Eloquentiae , his Satyrica mixt of Prose and Verse together , with several fragments , is yet extant , though very much maimed and defective in many places . Contemporary with him was Silius Italicus a Spaniard , thrice advanc'd to the Consulship of Rome , and in great favour with the Emperour Domitian , ● his Poem of the Punic War , is yet extant . Petrus Collatius Apollononius , a Presbyter of Novara , whom Margaritus Binius judges to have flourisht about the year of our Lord , 690. in the Reign of the Emperour Charles the Great ; and with Binius , Brietius , inclines to agree against Barthius and Vossius , who would have him Contemporary with Angelus Politianus ; his Latin Poem , in four Books , of the taking Jerusalem by Titus , was set forth by Gagnaeus a Parisian Theologist , and afterwards more correct by Hadrianus Vanderbruchius . Petrus Edissenus , see Isaacus . Phacellus , an Epigrammatic Poet , remembred but by one Tetrastich in the Greec Anthology . Phoedimns , an ancient Elegiac Poet , of Bysanthe in Macedon , as Stephanus observes . Phaennus , the Author of two Tetrastichs in the Greec Anthology . Phanocles , the Authour of a Poem Entitled , The Rape of Ganimed , and another of the death of Orph●us , out of which certain Verses are cited by Stobaeus . Phanias , an Epigrammatic Poet , remembred but by one Octostich in the Greec Anthology . Pherecrates , a Comic writer , Contemporary with Aristophanes and Plato the Comedian . Nineteen Comedies of his are cited by Athenaeus , Eretianus and Pollux ; he is also mentioned by Suidas and Stobaeus . Pherenicus , an Epic Poet of Heraclea , whose writings are cited by Athenaeus . Phidamus , an Epicurean Poet and writer of Lascivious Verses . Philacus , an Epigrammatist cited by Athenaeus . Phileas , an ancient Epigrammmatist cited by Stobaeus in his Perigorica . Philemon , see Menander . Philetaetus , the Son of Aristophanes ( the Comedian as 't is thought ) himself also a Comic writer , of the Twenty Comedies which he is said to have written , his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and Seven more are quoted by Athenaeus , and others of them by Suidas . Philetas , an Elegiac Poet and Fpigrammatist of Cous , who flourisht in the time of Philip of Macedon and Alexander the Great ; and had the Education of Ptolomaeus Philadelphus . He was celebrated by Ovid and Propertius . Much about the same time flourisht Sosicles a Tragic Poet of Syracuse ; he is said to have written Seventy three Tragedies , and to have vanquisht seven times and hath been reckoned by some one of the Pleiades aforementioned ; also Myrtilus and Herniippus two writers of Vetus Comoedia , the first an Athenian , whose Tetanopanes and Amores , are cited by Suidas ; the last of them see in Euripides ; likewise Euphantus of Olynthus , whom besides the History of his own time , Laertius affirms to have written very many Tragedies , and to have been the Master of King Antigonus , and the Disciple of Eubulus . Lastly , Crantor of Soli , a hearer of Xenocrates ; he is reported by Laertius who writes his life , to have written certain Poems which he left sealed up in the Temple of Minerva . Philicus , see Aeantides . Philippides , see Alexis . Philippus , see Theopompus . Philiscus , a Comic writer , whose Adonis , Birth of Jove , and other Comedies are mentioned by Suidas . This was not that Philiscus the Thasian , who wrote of Bees . There was also a Tragic Poet of the same name , mentioned by Suidas to have written Fourty two Tragedies ; who by some is other wise called Philistus . Philistion , a Comic writer of Prusa , or some say of Sardis , among whose Comedies his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 are chiefly remembred , his name was famous in Rome , he being taken notice of by Martial , Sidonius Apollinaris and Ammianus Marcellinus . He flourisht towards the Ninty Second Olympiad . viz. before the death of Euripides and Sophocles , and with him were Contemporary Cherophon an Athenian Tragic Poet , familiarly acquainted with Socrates and Demosthenes , as Vlpian affirmeth ; the only Tragedy of his remembred is his Expedition of the Heraclidoe ; also Chaeremon a Comedian , the Disciple of Socrates , as Giraldus affirmeth ; his Pentheus is remembred by Aristotle ; his Hippocentaurus , Vreus and Alphesibaea by Athenaeus , besides many more mentioned by Suidas ; about the same time liv'd Theophilus a Comic Poet and Physitian of Epidaurus ; he is said to have written Euripides his Epitaph which some ascribe to Thucydides ; his Pancratiasta is cited by Athenaeus , besides other Comedies of his , mentioned by Suidas . Philistus , a Tragic Poet of Cercyra , who lived in the time of Ptolomaeus Philadelphus , see also Philiscus . Philo , a Comic Poet , out of whom some things are cited by the Scholiast of Aratus . Philocalus , a Trojan , of whom there is said to have been extant a Book of Epigrams , printed in Italy . Philocles , see Euripides . Philodemus , a Gadaraean Poet , mentioned by Cicero , in his Oration against Piso. He flourisht in the time of Ptolomeus Auletes , being contemporary with Alexander and Parthenius aforementioned , and Theophanes the Lesbian , who besides th● History of Pompey's Acts , being his Companion in the Wars , he wrote , compos'd also the History of the Mithridatic War in Verse ; and the same Theophanes , as is suppos'd , was the Authour of two Epigrams which are yet extant in the Greec Anthology . Philolaus , the Authour , as Joannes Picus is of opinion , of those Verses that go under the Title of Pythagoras his golden Verses . Philonides , see Euripides . Philostratus , an Athenian , who , besides the lives of Pelopidas and Epaminondas , is said by Laertius , to have written a Poem Entitled Theseis . He hath also , if it be the same Philostratus , a Tetrastich in the Greec Anthology . Philoxenus , see Oenomaus . Philyllius , see Euripides . Philyrinus Cinesias , a Dithyrambic Poet , mentioned by Suidas . Phlegides , an ancient Poet remembred by Aristotle , in his Book de Somno & Vigilia , and also by Themistius . Phocylides , see Xenophanes . Phocinorides , a Comic Poet of obscure note , as being little mentioned by Authentic writers . Phoenicides , an ancient Comedian , whose 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 & 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 are remembred by Athenaeus and Suidas . Phormus , a Syracusian Comic Poet , whose Atalanta is quoted by Athenaeus . Phrynichus , an Athenian Tragedian , whose Pleuronia and Eight other Tragedies are remembred by Suidas . He was the Disciple of Thespis , and the Son of Polyphradmon , and had himself a Son so named , a Tragic Poet also . There was also another Phrynichus a Comic Poet , whom see in Euripides . Pigres of Halicarnassus , the Brother of Artimisia , whom , by the name of Tigretus , see in Theopompus , Pindarus , a Theban Lyric Poet , of the Village of Cynocephali , the Son of Scopelinus , or ( as others with more probability affirm ) of Daiphantus ; there be also , who affirm him the Son of Pagonides and Myrtis , which being a mistake , is thought to have risen from his being a Disciple of the said Myrtis , or at least of Scopelinus , who being the Husband of this Myrtis , taught him to play on the Flute ; which skill having attained , he betook himself to Lasus Hermioneus to learn on the Harp ; he was in great esteem among the Gree●s , as the Favourite of Apollo and Pan , which last was reported to have delighted to hear him sing in the mountains , and to have danc'd at the singing of one of his Peans . He was contemporary with Aeschylus , who began to flourish about the Seventy sixth Olympiad ; his Odes are yet extant , amply set forth with Scholiasts , besides which he is said to have written Tragedies , Hymns , Paeans , Dithyrambs , Threnes , Epic Poems , Epigrams and other Poems , in all Seventeen distinct Works . He dyed about the 66 th . or as some say , the 80 th . year of his age , in the 86 th . Olympiad . Pisander Camyraeus , a very ancient Poet , some say ancienter than Hesiod , and contemporary with Eumolpus , but the most agree that he flourisht in the 33 d Olympiad , in the Reign of Xerxes ; his Poem , Entitled Heracleis , or the labours of Hercules , is remembred by Pansanias ; he is also mentioned by Hyginus , the Scholiast of Aristophanes , Censorinus and Fulgentius ; there was also another Pisander , a Larendensian , in the time of Alexander Severus ; he wrote a Poem Entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or the Nuptials of Jupiter and Juno . Plato , a Comic Poet ( not the Philosopher ) of whom , see more in Cratinus whose contemporary he was , as also of Anaxilas whose Fourteen Comedies are mentioned by Athenaeus . Pittacus , see Alcaeus . Plautius , see Statius Caecilius . Plotius Crispinus , and Plotius Tueca , two Contemporaries of Horace and Virgil , both mentioned for Poets by Horace , but the first with contempt , the other with honour . Polyeritus , a writer of the Sicilian Affairs in Verse ; for which he is mentioned by the Authour de admir●ndis additionibus generally reputed to be Aristotle . Polyeidus , see Oenomaus . Polyeuctus , a Comic Writer , whose Heniochus is mentioned with commendation by Athenaeus and Suidas . Polyides , an uncertain ag'd Poet out of whom Stobaeus quotes several Verses , which by some are attributed to Euripides , he may be probably conjectur'd to be the same with Polyidus . Polymnestus , a Colophonian , the Son of Miletus ; he is remembred by Aristophanes , Cratinus , Alcman , Pindarus , Pausanias , Plutarchus , Athenaeus and Suidas . Polyochus , remembred by Athenaeus , who out of his Corynthiasta cites several Senary Iambics . Polyphradmon , see Phrynichus . Polystratus , one of the Society of Epigrammatists , in the Greec Anthologie . Polyzelus , an antient Poet , though of an uncertain time ; he wrote a Poem called Niptra , the birth of the Muses , the birth of Dionysius and Venus , with other Poems . Pompeianus , see Julianus . Pomponius Secundus , an ancient Latin Comic writer , whose Auctoratus , Capella , Lena , Machomalites , Synephebi are quoted by Charisius : of his life Caius Plinius wrote two Books , he was also favoured by Germanicus . Pontianus , an old Epigrammatist , who hath a name in the Greec Anthology . Pontius Paulinus , see Claudius Claudianus , Ponticus , see Quintus Horatius . Porcius Licinius , of the noble Family of the Licinij , an ancient Latin Poet , out of whom Agellius cites some few Verses . He is generally supposed to have been contemporary with Cato . Posidippus , see Menander . Pratinas , a Tragic Poet of Phliasus , who contended , as saith Suidas , with Aeschylus and Chaerilus ; he is also said by the same Authour to have been the first writer 〈◊〉 tyrs , moreover he is cited by Athenaeus . Priscianus , a Grammarian of Cesarea , who flourisht under the Emperour Julianus , and wrote a Book of the Art of Grammar to Julianus , and a Book of Natural questions to Chosroes King of Persia , besides which , he wrote in Latin Verse a Version of Dionysius Afer's Periegesis or Poem , de situ Orbis . Priscus , see Publius Ovidius . Proclus , see Cyrus . Proculus , see Publius Ovidius . Prodicus , an eminent poet of Phocis , out of whose fabulous Poem Entitled Mynias the Painter ; Polygnotus is said by Pausanias to have drawn several designs . Promithidas , a Mimic Iambic Poet of Heraclea , cited by Athenaeus . Prosper , a Poet of Aquitain , therefore sirnamed Aquitanicus , who flourisht in the latter end of the Reign of of Valentinian the Third , and afterwards under Maximus , Avitus , Majoranus and Severus ; besides several things in prose , the chief whereof is his Chronicle to the year 155. 〈◊〉 or the next is said to have been the last year of his life ; he wrote also Epigrams , and also ( if it were not as some say writ by Claudianus Mamertus ) a Poem de providentia Dei. He was , as saith Licosthenes , Bishop of Rheginum , others of Orleans , though Labbaeus with whom Brietius agrees , learnedly proves him to have been neither . Ptolomaeus , sirnamed Chemnus , an Alexandrian , who flourisht under the Emperours Trajan & Adrian , he wrote , besides what in History , a Historical Drama , Entitled Sphinx , and another Poem Entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as consisting of an equal number of Books , with Homers Ilias . There was also another Ptolomaeus an Epic poet of Cythera , who wrote of the vertues of the herb Psalacantha , as saith Suidas ; besides several Epigrams of his ( if it were the same Ptolomy ) in the Greec Anthology . Publius Licinius Tegula , an ancient Latin Poet who as Livie the Historian testifieth , compos'd a Song ) in like manner as Livius Andronicus had done before him ) to be sung through the City of Rome by Twenty seven Virgins : whether this Licinius were the same with Licinius Imbrex , the ancient Comic Writer , cited by Agellius is disputed . Publius , or Publilius Optatianus Porphyri●s , a Poetical writer , in the time of Constantine the Great , for his Panegyric to whom , and the favour of that Emperour upon it , in recalling him from banishment , he is rather to be taken notice of , than for the goodness of his poetry , which is very crabbed and obscure ; nevertheless this work of his being preserved in the Augustane Library of Velserus , was set forth by Pithaeus in the year Publius Ovidius Naso , the most fluent of Latin Poets , whose Metamorphos●s , Epistles , Fasti , Tristia , Amores , &c. are in most public credit and familiar use . He flourisht together with Virgil ( whose most excellent Poems , viz. his Eglogues , Georgics , and Aeneis , have their deserved esteem ameng all learned men ) and Horace ( whose Odes , Satyrs , Sermones , Epistles , and Art poetic have the like ) in the time of Augustus by whom Ovid was banisht for his familiarity with Julia , the said Emperours daughter . Contemporary with these three renowned Poets , were First , Caius Asinius Pollio , a Tragedian , Historian , and eminent Captain in War ; he is mentioned with honour , both by Horace and Virgil. ● Gaius Cilnius Mecaenas , a favourite of Augustus , and not only a favourer and patron of Poets , especially of Virgil and Horace , but also a Composer of Verses himself , whereof some are collected by Giraldus , others are to be seen in the Collection of old Epigrams . 3. Lucius Varius , who hath a very honourable mention from Horace in several places ; he is said to have written several Tragedies , among which that of Thyestes is disputed whether his or no. 4. Sextus Propertius , an Elegiac Poet of Vmbria , whose Elegies we have extant , besides whom there seems to have been an●●her Propertius , cited by Fulgentius Planciades ; he was a great Emulator of Philetas and Callimachus . 5. Aulus Cornelius Alpinus , a Turgid Poet , if it were the same whom Horace mentions . l. 1. of his Sermones , Sat. 10. To him some have ascribed a Poem Entitled Memnonia , or the History of Memnon . 6. Sextilius Ena , a Poet of Corduba ; the beginning of whose Poem , concerning Cicero's Proscription , is mentioned by Marcus Seneca . 7. Gratius , a Faliscan , whose Cynegetics or Poem of Hunting , is not forgotten by Ovid . This Poem was first brought out of France , and publisht by Sanazarius . 8. Caius Pedo of Albinova , the Authour of a Poem Entitled Theseis , which is taken notice of by Ovid , in his Pontic Elegies ; of the Tenth whereof in l. 4. the said Authour is wholly the Subject ; one whom Horace takes notice of twice , though little to his praise , yet his poems had the fortune to be laid up in the Temple of Apollo , and the Muses , together with his Picture . 14. Titus Valgius , whom Tibullus ranks next to Homer , and Horace compares with Virgil and Varius . 15. Octavius , a p●●ncipal , both Poet and Historian in the esteem of Horace ; The manner of his death is signified by a Verse in the Virgilian Appendix . 16. Ponticus , an intimate Friend both of Propertius and Ovid , by the last of whom he is mentioned , and by the first compared with Homer . 17. Cajus Melissus , a freed-man of Mecaenas , and preferred to be Keeper of Augustus his Library in the Octavian Portico ; he is reckon'd by Ovid among the Comedians . 18. Caius Asinius Gallus , the Son of Asinius Pollio ; he is reckoned among the Poets by Giraldus , from the commendation of Pliny ; and Tranquillus cites an Epigram of his against Pomponius Marcellus . Besides these , there were several others ; as , Tu●anius , a Tragic Poet ; Lupulus Siculus , a Comedian , and Actor of his own Co-and also of an ●legy upon the death of Mecaenas . 9. Aulus Sabinus , another of the same order remembred several times by the said Ovid , and said to be the Authour of some of those Epistles which are ascribed to Ovid ; as of Paris to Helena , and four or five others ; he left some things unfinisht , as appears from l. 4. Eleg. 16. of the Pontics . 10. Titus Septimius , a Lyric and Tragic Poet , mentioned by Horace in his Epistles . 11. Aulus Cornelius Severus , the Authour of a Poem Entitled Aetna , which hath been heretofore attributed to Virgil ; also certain Verses are cited by Marcus Seneca concerning the death of Cieero , as is suppos'd out of a Poem of the Sicilian War , which by Fabius the Historian , he is delivered to have written : to him belongs one Elegie in the fourth Book of Ovids Pontics . 12. Domitius Marsus , the Authour of a Poem Entitled Amazonis , mentioned by Martial in one of his Epigrams ; he makes one in Ovids Catalogue , and is also taken notice of by Petronius Arbiter . There is extant of his , an Epigram against Tibullus . 13. Fannius , medies ; Carus Numa Marius ( whether the famous Rhetor●cian of that name and time is uncertain ) the two Priscus's , Proculus an imitator of Callimachus , Fontanus , Capella , Cajus Cotta , Julius Montanus , Camerinus and Thuscus , Aemilius Macer of Verona , with others already mentioned , all celebrated by Ovid , with an account for the most part of the subject of their Poems , only Marcus Manilius or Manlius , whose Astronomical Poem we have yet extant : of all the Poets that we hear of , of that time , ( for to think as Guevartius , that he was the same with Manlius Theodorus , in the time of Theodocius the elder ; his dedicating his Poem to Augustus , renders it absurd ) is omitted by him . Publius Porcius , the Authour of a Poem , Entitled , de pugna poreorum , of which every Verse begins with the letter P. Publius Statius Papinius , see Sta●ius . Publius Syrus , a Mimic writer , who after the death of Decius Laberius , kept up the reputation of the Scene at Rome . Publius Volumnius , a Latin Poet , out of whom several Verses are cited by Plutarch , in his life of Marcus Brutus . Publius Terentius Afer , see Statius C●cilius . Publius Virgilius Maro , the Prince of Latin Heroic Poets ; his Aeneis , however not uncensured by some , being equalled by none of the ancient Latins that are extant ; and so particularly esteemed by Augustus Caesar , that after Virgils death , who had left in charge with some friends to have that Poem burnt , he committed it to the custody and strict care of Lucius Varius , and Plotius Tucca , with command , that nothing should be altered . He was the Son of Maro , a mean person ; some say a Potter , and Maia ( whose dream of her bringing forth a Laurel branch , boaded very significantly ) born in the 177 th . Olympiad , in the Ides of October , at Andes , a Village not far from Mantua , whence he is stiled the Mantuan Swan , also see Publius Ovidius . Pythagoras , a Samian , one of the most fam'd of ancient Greec : p●ilosophers , and the reputed Authour of those 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or golden Verses , which are commonly publisht under his name , in the common Edition of the poetae mino●es , though by some ascribed to Philolaus . Pythangelus , a Tragic Poet , and Grammarian , not less notorious for his lewdness , than for his poetry . Pythostratus , an Athenian , who is said to have written a Poem Entitled Theseis ; he is remembred by Laertius in the life of Xenophon , together with a Brother named also Xenophon . Q QVintus Cicero , see Decius Laberius . Quintus Cornificius , an old Latin Epigrammatist , contemporary with Salust ; having a command in the Wars , he was slain by his Souldiers , for calling them Helmetted Hares . Quintus Ennius , the ancientest of Latin Poets that we hear of next after Livius Andronicus , and Cnaeus Naevius ; he wrote besides his Annals in Verse , Satyrs , Comedies and Tragedies ; of all which we have nothing now remaining , excepting some few fragments . Quintus Fabius Labeo , see Statius Cecilius . Quintus Horatius Flaccus , a most illustrious Lyric Poet of Venusium in Apulia ; not for the Nobility of his birth , for he is reported the son but of a mean person , some say a Salter ; but for that delicacy of wit , purity of style , and weight of judgement , both in his Lyrics & other Writings , w ch gain'd him the esteem of the noblest of Favorites , Mecaenas , and by his means , of the greatest Prince upon earth , Augustus , by whom he was advanced to such a Fortune , as being returned back again , at his death , which was in the Fifty sixth year of his age , made Posterity take notice , that Horace made Augustus his Heir . He is certainly not equalled in that kind of Poetry he undertook , to any of the ancient Greecs and Latins that are extant , Pindarus himself only , and that scarcely too , excepted . Quintus Hortensius , a Noble Roman Oratour , if not Poet also , as some represent him , though we have nothing of his extant . Quintus Lutatius Catulus , an ancient Latin Epigrammatist of a witty and voluptuous strain , sutable to his Conversation , very much in favour with Cornelius Cotta and Lucius Crassus . Quintus Maecius , sometimes simply Maecius , subscrib'd to Eight Epigrams in the Greec Anthology . Quintus Nonius , an old Latin writer of those Comedies calld Attellanae . Quintus Rhemnius Palaemon a Contemporary of Claudian . He is reported to have been very fluent in making Verses ex tempore ; for which he is vilified by Martial . Some confound him with Rhemnius Fannius , but erroniously . Quintus Septimius Florens Tertullianus , see Tertullianus . Quintus Serenus Sammonicus , a sufficiently esteem'd Latin Poet , in the time of the Emp●rour Severus ; of the many things he is said to have written in Verse , we have only something of his left de Medicina . He was slain by Antonius Caracalla , as saith Spartianus , in the life of that Emperour , and as Capitolinus affirms , left his Son a most noble Library , consisting of 62000 Volumes , of which he made so good use , that he became Preceptor to the Emperour Gordianus ju●ior . Quintus Smyrnaeus , see Christodorus . Quintus Trabeas , the Eighth in place among the ancient Latin Comic writers , according to the opinion of Volcatius , Sedigitus . Quintus Valerius Saranus , a very ancient Versifier , honoured by Cicero , with the Title Doctissimus Togatorum . R RAbanus Maurus , see Theodulphus . Regianus , a writer of an uncertain age , whose Poem of the waters of Baiae is commended by Brietius , both for the ingenuity of the Matter , and as written in no bad Verse . Rhemnius Fannius , an elegant , both Grammarian and Poet , who flourisht in the time of Constantine the Great ; he was the Disciple of Ar●obius ; and so was Lactantius Firmianus , who had the education of Crispus Caesar , and wrote a Poem Entitled Odoeporicon , being a description of his journy from Africa to Nicomedia , besides certain divine Poems which have been attributed to him , though Venantianus Fortunatus is by some thought rather to be the Author of them : to Lactantius , Fannius dedicated a Book which he wrote of Medicinal Ingredients in Hexameter Verse ; moreover a Treatise of Weights and Measures is most probably judged to be his , though some have attributed it to Priscian . About the same time also flourisht Tiberianus , one or two of whose Verses is cited by Giraldus ; Publius Optatianus Porphyrius , who wrote a Panegyric in Verse to Constanti●e the Great , for which he was recalled from banishment ; he is remembred by Hieronymus , Fulgentius , Beda , and Rabanus Maurus . Likewise Juvencus , a Nobleman , and Priest of Spain , whose Evangelical History in Hexameter Verse is yet extant ; besides which , he wrote a discourse of the Sacraments in Verse , which is mentioned by Hieronymus in his Viri Illustres . Rhianus , a Cretan , Native of Bene , an ancient City of that Island ; though some say he was of Ithaca , others of Mycene ; he was contemporary with Eratosthenes , and though at first but a poor servant or keeper of a Palaestra , obtained by his own industry the reputation of an eminent Grammarian ; and at last wrote a Poem Entitled Heraclias , in four Books , as Suidas testifies ; but Pausanias saith , he described in Verse the war of the Lacedemonians with the Messenians . Probably distinct from this Rhianus , of whom there is also extant a fragment de Imprudentia in the common Edition of the minor Poets , is he whose Epigrams are cited by Athenaeus and Stobaeus . Rhinton of Tarentum , see Menander . Romulus , the first King and Builder of Rome , who is said to have written to his Son Tybertinus certain Fables Ent●tled Aesopic , from their imitation of Aesop . Rubrenus Lappa , see Curiatius Maternus . Rufinus , an Epigrammatic Poet of whom there are about 28 Epigrams preserv'd in the Greec Anthology . Rufus of Ephesus ; see Serapio . Rufus Festus Avenius , ( or as some say , Anienus ) a contemporary of , Macrobius , who lived under Gratianus and Theodosius ; he translated Aratus and Dionysius into Latin Verse , and wrote a Tractate of the Sea coasts in Iambic Verse ; something of both which works is to be seen in Rithaeus his Collection together with an Epigram of his about the Syrens , with several other Poems . Moreover , he Translated Aesops Fables into Elegiac , and all Livie into Iambic Verse . Rusticus Helpidius , see Theodolus . Rutilius Claudius Numatianus , see Claudius Claudianus . Rutilius Geminus , an ancient Roman Authour , who besides his Books Entitled Pontificals , wrote also a Tragedy called Astyanax . S SAbellus , see Curiatius Maternus , Sabinus , an ancient Epigrammatist , of whom there is extant a Tetrastich , in the Sixth Book of the Greec Anthology . Sacadas or Sacas , an ancient Tragic Poet of Argos , who is said to have been first Authour of the Stroph , and the first Institutor of the Doric Chorus : he is taken notice of by Pindarus , and also by Pausanias and Plutarch . Moreover , Suidas makes mention of Sacas a Tragic Poet , which probably may be the same person . Salleius Bassus , see Curiatius Maternus . Salomon , the III. King of Israel and Judah , no less glorious in peace than his Father David had been in War , and famous throughout the earth for Riches and Wisdome , the Excellency whereof appeared not only in the Justice and Prudence of his Government , while the vigour of his age lasted , but also in his many Writings , were they all exant ; in he shews himself an Excellent both Philosopher , Theologist and Poet ; namely his natural History of Plants ( the loss of which so useful a Subject is much to be lamented , his Gnomonica or Proverbs much like in Divinity what the Writings of Phocylides and Theognis are in Morality , his Ecclesiastes , or the Preacher , and his Song of Songs , a sort of Lyric Poem including , under an amorous argument , relating as some think to the Loves between him and the Queen of Sheba , a divine Allegory . Sanctus Severus , see Endeleichus . Sanga , a Roman Poet , mentioned by Paulus Jovius , in his Book de Piscibus . Sannyrio , see Euripides . Scoeva Memor , see Curiatius Maternus . Scyras , a Comic Poet of Tarentum , whose Meleager is quoted by Athenaeus . Scynthinus , an Iambic Poet of T●●s , mentioned by Laertius in Heraelitus , and Licinius Calvu● . Secaeus , an Epigrammatic Poet , of whom there is extant a Tetrastich in the Greec Anthology . Secundus , another of the same Society . Sentius Augur , a Roman Epigrammatist said to be an imitator of Catullus , likewise Stobaeus and Stephanus . Septimus Severus Afer , Twenty second Roman Emperour from Julius Caesar ; he is said to have been the Authour of a certain Poem de laudibus Jani , in which he endeavours to imitate Callimachus . Serapio an Athenian , both Poet and Physician , very well esteemed by Plutarch , who mentions him in his Book of the Delphic Oracle . Seuleucus , a Halieueic or Piscatory writer in Verse , of Tarsus , mentioned by Athenaeus . Sextilius Ena , see Publius Ovidius . Sextus Aurelius Propertius , an Elegiac Poet of Menavia in Vmbria , of whose Poetry , what is extant , is commonly publisht with the Poems of Catullus and Tibullus ; he was in great favour with Cornelius Gallus and Mecaenas . Sextus Turpilius , a Comic writer , contemporary with Terence , of whom was a familiar friend ; he is allotted by Sedigitus the Seventh place among the Latin Comaedians . Silanio , an ancient Poet , mentioned by Plutarch in his Book , Entitled , How young men ought to be hearers of the Poets . Silius Italicus , see Petronius Arbiter . Simmias of Rhodes , see Menander . Simonides , see Archilochus . Simulus , a writer of the Roman Affairs in Verse ; out of whom certain Verses are cited by Plutarch in his life of Romulus . Simylus , an Iambic writer , out of whom Stobaeus cites Twelve Senaries , in his Sermon pro Artibus . Socrates , see Euripides . Solon , see Epimenides . Sopater , a Parian , sirnamed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , several Comedies , of whose writing are remembred by Suidas ; besides him , both Athenaeus and Suidas speak of another Comedian of the same name , a Phacian , whose Bacchis the first of whom cites . Sophilus , of Sicyon , see Menander . Sophocles , a noble Athenian Tragic Poet ; of whom see more in Euripides . Sophron , see Cleanthes . Sosicles of Syracuse , see Philetas . Sosiphanes , an Iambic writer , out of whom divers Senaries are cited by Stobaeus . Sositheus , see Menander . So●ades Maronides , a writer of such lascivious Iambics , as from him were called Versus Sotadei . There was also of the same name an Athenian Comic , some say Tragic , Poet , whose Encleiomenae and Paralytromenos are mentioned by Athenaeus , though some will have them to be one and the same person . Soterichus Oasites , a Heroic Poet who besides his Encomium of Dioclesian , in whose time he lived ; wrote also a Poem Entitled Bassarica , with the life of Apollonius Tyaneus , and some other things , as Suidas witnesseth . Spintharus , a Tragic Poet of Heraclea , made mention of by Laertius , his Tragedies were Semele Fulminata , and Hercules Ardens . Stasimus , or Stasinus , the Authour of a Poem concerning the Affairs of Cyprus , out of which , two Hexameters are cited by Stobaeus , in his Sermon de Verecundia . Statius Caecilius , an ancient Latin Comedian of Insubria or Gallia Cisalpina , which at this day is called the Dutchy of Milain ; of many Comedies which he wrote ( among which was his Asotus ) divers fragments are collected by Robertus Stephanus ; about the same time flourisht Marcus Pacuvius , a Tragedian of Brundusium , Ennius his Sisters son ; of the many Tragedies which he wrote , his Orestes is particularly remembred by Festus , Nonnius and Cicero in his Dialogue of friendship ; and to Pacuvius not inferiour Lucius Accius , of whom Agellus out of Sempronius Asellio gives a most advantagious Character ; of his Tragedies , his Nuptiae is remembred by Athenaeus , and his Mercator by Varro , in imitation perhaps of Diphilus , by whom two with the same Title were written ; also Attilius , whose Electra translated from Sophocles , is mentioned by Suetonius . He is also styl'd by Licinius Poeta Fercus and by Cicero P. durissimus , from the Crabbednes of his style . Also Marcus Accius Plautus , that witty Comedian of Sarsi●ae in Vmbria , whom in a great measure we yet injoy , viz. in Twenty Comedies . Also Cneus Aquilius , to whom the Comedie Boeotia hath by some been attributed , which Varro rather adjudgeth to Plautus , as is testified by Agellius ; another Comedian Marcus Acuticus , to whom Varro attributed many Comedies wich had been judg'd to have been written by Plautus ; also the Comedian Plautius , who as Agellius observes , is by some mistaken for Plautus , by reason of the nearness of the name ; also Caius Lucilius , great Uncle to Pompey ; he served under Scipio Africanus , in the Numantine War , and is said to have been the first that brought Satyre in use among the Latines , and to have written a Comedy , Entitled Nummularia and certain Epodes . Then Publius Terentius Afer , six of whose Elegant Comedies remain preserved from Oblivion ; he was a great imitator of Menander , whom he professes to have followed in many of his Comedies almost word for word , and was assisted in some of them ( as he himself confesseth ) by Caius Laelius , sirnamed the wise , and P. Cornelius Scipio Africanus , between whom and Terence , there was a very intimate friendship and familiarity . Nor do Valgius and Memmius stick to affirm that some Comedies which go under the name of Terence were intirely Scipio's . Quintus Fabius Labeo , and Marcus Popilius , both men of Consular authority , & both Poets , and such whom Terence acknowledged for his Assistants , as Suetonius in his life observeth . Also Lucius Luscius , whom Volcatius Sedigitus reckons in the Ninth rank of Comedians ; of whose Comedies that Entitled Thesaurus , is only remembred . Lastly , Turpilius , who in his Thrasyleon , imitates a Comedy of Menanders , so Entitled . Statius Papinius , or as many write him Publius Papinius Statius , a Neapolitan , who flourisht under Domitian , though by some confounded with Satius Surculus the great Rhetorician of Tholouse , in the time of Nero ; there are of his writing extant , his Thebais , Achilleis and Sylvae : the two first being commented upon by Placidus Lactantius , with him were contemporary Caius Valerius Flaccus : of whose writing we have Eight Books of Argonautics , but left imperfect , which loss Quintilian bewails . Also Marcus Valerius ▪ Martialis , a Native of Bilbilis , now called Bilbao in that part of Celtiberia or Cantabria , now called Biscaia . He was by Domitian , with whom he was in great honour , advanced to the Tribunate and Equestrian dignity , and to whom he directed many of his Epigrams , Fourteen Books of which are happily preserved to us ; he mentions the foresaid Flaccus , in one of his Epigrams , with great testimonies of friendship and kindness . Also Decius Junius Juvenalis , whose Satyrs are likewise extant , two of which are thought to have been written when he was made Prefect in a Cohort in Aegypt at 80. years of age . About the same time Terentianus Mau●us is thought to have lived , at least if it were the same Terentianus whom Martial speaks of l. 1. Epigr. 87. as is probable he was , and in like manner the same to whom Longinus dedicates his Book de sublilimate . There is extant an elegant Poem of his de Arte Metrica . Statylius Flaccus , an Epigrammatic Poet , of whom there are extant one or two Epigrams in the Greec Anthology . Stephanus , sirnamed Sabbaita , or the follower of St. Sabba ( a Saint in the Greec Calender ) who is thought to be the Author of a Greec Tragedie , which is extant , of Christs death . The Comic Poet of the same name , see in Menander . Stesichorus , a Lyric Poet , who flourisht about the 42 d. Oiympiad , as appears from Suidas , Eusebius and the Anonymous Authour . His Palinody upon the praise of Helena , is mentioned by Philostratus , in his life of Appollonius Tysneus . There is also mentioned by some a son of Hestod , nam'd Stesichorus . Stesimbrotus , see Euripides . Sthenelus , see Dionysius . Strabus of Fulda , see Theodulphus . Strato , a writer of Media Comedia , whose Phoenix is made mention of by Suidas . There was besides him another Strato , an Epigrammatist , of whom there are several Epigrams in the Greec Anthology . Strattis , see Euripides . Succius , a Comic Poet , remembred by Suidas . There is chiefly noted a Comedy of his , Entitled Piscatoria : Some think him the same with Sutrius , out of whom several things are quoted by Fulgentius , in his Mythology . Suevus , an Epic Poet , out of whose Idyl , Entitled Moretum , Macrobius in his Saturnalia cites 8 Verses . Suffenus , see Aquinius . Sulpitius Lupercus Servastus junior , a Poetical writer of an uncertain time , but certainly not very ancient : his Elegy de cupiditate , & Ode , de qualitate Temporis , want not the commendation of a happy vein and purity of Latin style . Sutrius , see Succius . Syagrus , a Greec Poet , reputed of very great antiquity , even next after the ancient Orpheus and Musaeus , by the testimony of Aelian in his various History , by whom also he is said to have have writ a Poem of the Trojan war. Sylla , see Decius Laberius . Symposius , an Authour not unelegant in the esteem of Vossius , though slighted by Giraldus . There are set forth of his writing , with the Notes of Jos●phus Castalio , 100 Aenigmatical questions or Riddles in Greec Hexameter Verse . Syn●sius , see Cyrus of Panopolis . T TEleclides , see Aristophanes . Telestes , see Oenomaus . Terentianus Maurus , see Statius Cecilius . Terentius Libo , a Poet of Fregella , remembred by Donatus from Metius . Terentius Varro Atracinus , a Contemporary with Cicero and Hortensius ; he wrote Argonautics in imitation of Apollonius Rhodius , also Epigrams and an Elegy upon his beloved Leucadia . There flourisht also about the same time Cajus Laelius , who is reckoned among the Latin Poets . Terpander , a most eminent and ancicient Greec Poet and Musician , whom Eusebius delivers to have flourisht about the 33 d. Olympiad , though Glaucus thinks him to have been much ancienter than Archilochus . Tertullianus , the Divine Oratour for the Christians ; besides what he wrote in Prose , he wrote also five Books in Verse against the Heretic Marcion , together with a little Poem of Sodom , and another of Jonas and Nineve . Thales Milesius , see Epimenides . Thamyras , a Thracian Poet , who wrote three Thousand Verses of a Theological subject . Theocritus , a Sicilian Poet of Syracuse , whom see in Menander ; besides whom there was another Theocritus of Chios , as the Syracusian himself testifies in a Tetrastich Epigram upon himself . Theodectes , see beneath in Theopompus , and also in Euripides . Theodolus , a Latin Poet , who flourisht in the time of Zeno and Anastatius . He wrote a History of all the Miracles in the Old Testament in Verse , which is yet extant . Contemporary with him were Godelbertus , whose History from the Creation , to the Birth of our Lord , in Verse , is also extant . And Rusticus Helpidius , a Nobleman , and Physician to Theodoric the Gothish King of Italy . His History of the Old and New Testament in Verse , with his Poem de Beneficiis Christi , are set forth by Georgius Fabritius ; but that de Cosolatione doloris , is lost . Theodonis , a Poet who living in the time of Ptolemaeus Dionysius , is remembred by Suidas ; among other things he is said to have wrirten Verses upon Cleopatra . Theodoridas , a Syracusian Poet , mentioned by Athenaeus and Stephanus . Theodorus , a Colophonian , whom Pollux mentions to have made Verses to be sung for each season of the year . Of the same name there was a Tragic Poet , mentioned by Laertius ; as also another who lived under Domitian , whom see in Curiatius Maternus . Theodosius , a Poet of Tripolis ( not the same with him whose Books of the Sphere are set forth by Pena ) he wrote , as saith Suidas , Verses of the Spring , with some other things in Verse Hexameter . Theodu hus , an Abbot of Floriacum , and afterwards B●shop of Orle●nce , in the time of Ludovicus Pius ; he composed a Hymn which was used to be sung on Palm Sunday , which with some things is to be seen in the Bibliotheca Patrum heretofore mentioned . Contemporary with him was Magnetius Rabanus Maurus , Abbot of Fulda , and afterwards Bishop of Mentz , whom Vicentius of Bellovacum accounts a Poet , second to none of his time ; that which is most memorable of his Writings , is , his Isogrammatic Poem , in praise of the Cross , which he addrest to Pope Gregory the Fourth : the Disciple of this Rabanus was one Strabus , a Monk of Fulda , who besides his Gloss upon the whole Scripture , is said to have written something in Poetry ; about the same time lived Hugubaldus , who dedicated to the Emperour Charls the bald , a Poem which he wrote in the praise of bald men , whereof every word began with C. To whom also Gallus Milo , Abbot of Saint Amand dedicated a Poem which he wrote de Sobrietate . Theogenes , a Megarensian , who flourishing in the 59 th : Olympiad , wrote Elegies and other Poems . Theognetus , a Greec Comic Writer , cited by Athenaeus . Theognis , a Megarensian Poet , whose Sentences in Greec Verse , are extant , and commonly printed with H●siod , Theocritus and the rest of the Poetae minores . He was born , as saith Eusebius , about the 58 ●h . or 59 th . Olympiad , and lived untill the Persian War , being contemporary with Simonides Ceus , and Onomacritus , of both whom he makes mention ; the Tragic Poet of the same name , see in Euripides . Theolytus , a Lesbian of Mitylene , whose Poem Entitled Bacchiea , is cited by Athenaeus , he is also taken notice of by the Scholiast of Apollonius . Theophanes , a Lesbian , who flourisht in the time of Ptolomeus Auletes ; besides his History of the Acts of Pompey ( whom out of fr●endship and kindness , he accompanied in the Wars ) he is said to have written the Mithridatic war in Verse , as Janus Douza is of Opinion ; there are moreover , two Epigrams of his in the Greec Anthology . Of the same name was likewise a Bishop of Nice , whose divine Hymns are mentioned by Theodorus Prodromus . The Latin Version of one whereof viz. that upon the Aununciation of the Sacred Virgin , being an Acrostich , is to be found in the Bibliotheca patrum heretofore mentioned . Theophilus , see Philistion . Theopompus ( not the same with that Noble Oratour and Historian the Disciple of Isocrates ) a writer of Vetus Comaedia , contemporary with Plato , at whom he had a fling in some of his Comedies ( if it were the same ) his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and several others of his Comedies are cited by Athenaeus , and some by Pollux . Of the same name was an Epic Poet of Colophon celebrated by Athenaeus . Contemporary with him were Naucrates , Isocrates , and Theodectes , who all three contended with him at the solemnity of Mausolus his Funeral , instituted by Artemisia , at which as Suidas saith , Theopompus ; as the nameless describer of the Olympiads , Theodectes overcame : this last was of Phaselus in Lycia , the Disciple of Plato and Isocr●tes , and as some say of Aristotle ; he is said to have written the Art of Rhetoric in Verse , and Fifty Tragedies , whereof one was Entitled Mausolus . Besides these were Nicostratus , not he of Olynthus who was a Historian , a Comic Poet sirnamed , by Laertius , Clytemnaestra , Fifteen of whose Fables are remembred by Athenaeus , and for the excellent conduct of his Action , P●llux calls him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and Stephanus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , several S●nary Iambics also are quoted by Stobaeus . Tigretus , otherwise called Pigres ( the Brother of Artemisia ) who turned Homers Ilias into an Elegiac Poem by subjoyning a Pentameter after every Hexameter ; some likewise attribute to him Margites , Batrachomyomachia , and some other things . Also Ephippas , a writer of Media Comaedia , out of whose Codoniastae , Philyra , and Obeliaphori , certain passages are cited by Athenaeus . Also Epicrates of Ambracia , a writer of Media Comoedia , among whose Comedies ( in some of which he is said to have been somewhat Scoptic against Plato and Speucippus ) his Amazones and Emp●ros are mentioned by Suidas : and much of the same time Philippus , a writer in like manner of Media Comoedia , whose 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is remembred by Suidas from Athenaeus as he saith , perhaps confounding it with 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , which is indeed mentioned by Athenaeus , also Xenoclides whom Vlpian affirms to have been an Athenian ; he is commended by Demosthenes for a very good Poet. Thespis , see Epimenides . Thuscus , see Publius Ovidius . Tiberianus , see Rhemnius Fannius . Ticida , an old Latin Epigrammatist , Contemporary with Catullus . Tigretus , see Theopompus . Timachidas , a Rhodian ; who as saith Suidas , wrote in Verse the manner of setting forth of Feasts and Banquets out of which work Athenaeus cites certain Verses of the fish Pompilius . Timesitheus , a Tragic Poet of whose writing there are remembred his Danaides , and a 11 more Tragedies . Timocles , an Athenian Comic Poet , whose Demosatyri , Centaurus , Cauniae Epistolae , Epichaerecacus , and Philodicast● are remembred by Suidas , together with Dionysiazusae , Polypragmon and Eleven more of another Comic Poet of the same name . Timocreon of Rhodes , a writer of Vetus Comaedia , who flourisht about the 75th . Olympiad : he wrote among others , as Suidas testifieth , a Comedy against Simonides Melicus and Themistocles , with both of whom he was at very great enmity ; what his Epitaph was , is to be seen in Athenaeus . Timon of Phliasus , see Callimachus . Timotheus of Gaza , see Christodorus . Timotheus of Miletus , see Oen●maus . Titianus , a Rhetorician , who erected a School at Lyons ; he is remembred by Ausonius for his Apologies in Trimeter Iambics . Titinnius , a Latin Comic Poet , whose Barathrum , and 7 other Comedies are cited by Charisius . Titius Septimius , see Publius Ovidius . Titus Annianus , see Annianus . Titus Calsurinus Piso , a Sicilian Poet , whose Bucolic Eglogues are commonly printed with Gratius , the Faliscan , his Poem of Hunting . Titus Lucretius Carus , one of the most ancient , for he flourisht about 168th . Olympiad , in the time of the Cymbrian War , and for Majesty and Elegancy of Style , to be rankt among the best of Latin Poets ; whoever shall observe his neat Digressions , for there he chiefly shews himself , his main Subject being a kind of System of Epicurean Philosophy , in Heroic Verse , Entitled de Rerum Natura . There is also another Titus Lucretius , a Roman Knight , and writer of Mimes , in the time of Julius Coesar . Titus Pomponius Atticus , see Decius Laberius . Titus Quintius Atta , an old Latin writer of those sort of Comedies , called , from the kind of Garment used by the Actors , Togatae . Titus Valgius , an old Latin Poet , of whom several Verses are cited by Crinitus and Servius , Titus Vespatianus , a Roman Emperour , who besides his great actions in War , for which he is renowned in History , was considerable in Poetry , having written Tragedies in Greec , with several other Poems both in Greec and Latine by the Testimony of Eutropius , Isidorus and Suidas , Toxotius , a Roman Senator , whose Poems were extant in the time of Capitolinus . Trabea , a Comic Poet , quoted by Cicero and Charisius , see Qu. Trabeas . Tribonianus Sidetes , see Agathias . Triphyllius a Cyprian Bishop , who , as Suidas testifieth , wrote the life and miracles ( in Iambic Verse ) of Spiridion , Bishop of Tremithus in Cyprus , who was present at the Nicene Councell . Tryphon , the Son of Ammonius a Grammarian and Poet of Alexandria , cited by Athenaeus and Suidas . There is a Tetrastich of Tryphon , sirnamed Mercurius , in the first Book of the Greec Anthology . Tryphiodorus , see Christodorus . Turanius , see Publius Ovidius . Turcius Rnfus Festus Asterius , a Roman Consul , together with Flavius Praesidius , in the time of Anastatius ; he is said to have written in Verse a Comparation of the Old Testament with the New , which some nevertheless attribute to Sedulius , others to Momertus . Turnus , see Curiatius Maternus . Turpilius , see Statius Caecilins . Tyrtaeus , an Elegiac Poet , who as Suidas saith , flourisht about the 35th . Olympiad . In the Messinian War he was once chosen by the Lacedemonians ( into whom he inspired courage by the Martial spirit which his Verses breathed ) General against the Messenians . V VAgellius , an old Latin Poet , remembred by Seneca , of whom he was an intimate friend . Valerius Aedituns , an old Latin Epigrammatist , in whose Verses , his two Mistresses Pamphilia and Philerote are very much celebrated . Valerius Cato , a Grammarian and Poet , who flourisht in the time of Sylla : Besides what he wrote in Grammar , he wrote also several Poems , among which his Lydia and Diana are principally approved . He is mentioned most particularly by Suetonius in his Book de Illustribus Grammaticis . Venantius Honorius Clementianus Fortunatus , a Christian Poet , who flourisht in the time of the Emperour Justinus the younger ; he wrote in Verse , de partu Virginis , de Beneficiis Christi , de B. Martino ; besides his Hymns , and several divine Poems mentioned by Giraldus , among which are thought to be some which have been attributed to Lactantius . Vestritius Spurina , a no less famous Souldier ( for he overcame King Breveterius , for which he was honoured with a Statue ) than Lyric Poet , in the time of the Vespatians . He addicted himself much to the Imitation of Horace . Victorinus Pictaviensis , see Caecilius Cyprianus . Victorius , a Contemporary of Sidonius Apollinaris ; by whom he is celebrated in the last Epistle of his fifth Book . Virgilius Romanus , a Comic Poet , in the time of the Emperour Trajan ; he is mentioned with great commendation by Pliny , in his Epistle to Caninius Rufus . Voconius Victor , see Curiatius Maternus . Volcatius Sedigitus , the Authour of a Treatise of the old Latin Poets , both before and in his time , in Senary Iambic verse . Vomanus , one of the 12. sirnamed Scolastici , of whom see in Julianus . Votienus , see Curiatius Maternus . X XEnarchus , a Comic Poet remembred by Aristotle in his Poetics ; several of his Comedies are reckon'd up by Athenaeus and Suidas . Xenoclides , see Theopompus . Xenophanes , a Physical Poet of Colophon , who Flourish'd until the 72 d Olympiad , and farther , as appearr from Athenaeus ; he is deliver'd by Laertius , who wrote his Life , to have written of the Foundation and Antiquities of Colophon , and of the Colonie transplanted from thence to Elea , in Verse , & by Hieronymus , in his Eusebian Chronicle , to have Composed several Tragedies , though with what ground I know not ; but there is nothing Extant of his , except certain Fragments in H. Stephanus his Collection ; it is doubted by Vossius whether Xenophanes , cited by Athenaeus be this of Colophon , or another ; but that Xenophanes , mentioned by Fulgentius was of Heracleopolis . About the same time flonrisht Ibycus ( not he of Rhegium ) otherwise Hippicus , Hippias or Hipys ; certain fragments of whom are to be seen in H. Stephanus his Collection of the fragments of the Lyric Poets . Phocylides , a Milesian , commonly reputed the Authour of that Nuthetic Poem , printed among the Minor Poets , though Vossius judgeth the Authour thereof , of a much later time , an Alexandrine Jew , or else Christian of the same name also . Hipponax , a Poet mentioned by Pliny , l. 35. c. 5. and perhaps the same Ephesian Poet , whose Senary Iambics are quoted by Stobaeus ; his Parodia and Synonyma by Athenaeus , and who is also mentioned by Suidas . Z ZEnodotus of Ephesus , see Menander . Eminent Poets Among the MODERNS . AAron Batalaeus the Author of a little Poem , Entitled , Plausus Triviliensis , Printed at Basil , with some small Poetical peices of the choicest of the Modern Poets . Abraham Cowly , the most applauded Poet of our Nation both of the present and past Ages ; his early Muse began to down at the Thirteenth Year of his Age , he being then a Scholar at Westminster School , in Two little Poems Antonius and Melida , and Pyramus and Thisbe ; which discovering a Maturity of sence above the Years that writ them , were thought worthy to be then publisht , though not to be inserted into the now compleated Edition of his Works , divided into 4 parts , his Mistress being the amorous prolusions of his Youthful Muse , his Miscellanies or Poems of various Arguments , his most admir'd Heroick Poem Davideis , the first Books whereof he Compos'd , while but a young Student at Trinity Colledge in Cambridge ; and lastly that is in order of time though not of place , his Pindaric Odes , so call'd , I suppose , ftom the measure in which he Translated the first Ithmian and Nemean Odes , whereas the form of those Odes in the Original , is very different , & yet in Imitation of him , 't is pleasant to observe what a notable Trade hath been driven of late in Pindaric Odes : Besides these Poems of his in English , there is Extant of his writing in a Volume by it self a Latin Poem of Herbs and Plants ; also he hath Translated Two Books of his Davideis into Latin Verse , which are in the large Volume among the rest of his Works . Abraham France , a Versisier in Queen Elizabeth's time , who imitating Latin measure in English Verse , wrote his Iviechurch and some other things in Hexameter , some also in Hexameter and Pentameter , nor was he altogether singular in this way of writing ; for Sir Philip Sidny in the pastoral interludes of his Arcadiae , uses not only these but all other sorts of Latin Measure , in which no wonder he is follow'd by so few , since they neither become the English nor any other Modern Language . Abrahamus Laescherus , the Author of a Poem Entitled the Monomachie or single Combat between David and Goliah , his Two Books of King● also , and Lamentations of Jeremie in Latin Verse were printed by the famous Oporinus , not to mention his Epicedes , Epithalamies , and other Poems . Actius Sincerus Sanazarius , a Neapolitan Poet , of principal Fame and Reputation for Latin Verse , gain'd by his Poem de partu Virginis , his piscatory Eclogues , Epigrams , &c. Adamus Regius a Scoth-man , whose Latin Verses are Extant among the works of some of the chief Latin Poets of that Nation . Adamus Schroterus a Silesian , who wrote an Epithalamium upon the Nuptials of Sigismund K. of Poland , with Catharine the Daughter of the Emperour Ferdinand . Adamus Siberus a Germane , the Author of Proseucha pro Ecclesia , Epinicia , Acholastica , and several other Poems . Adriano Polito a Comic writer among the Italians . Adrianus Blienbergius , Adrianus Laurentius , and Adr. Marius a Triumvirat of Adrians , of no obscure name among the Belgick Poets . Adrianus Junius , a most learned Physician of Holland , and moreover by the Testimony of Melchior Adams a Critic , Poet and most exact Historian aud Antiquary . Adrianus Turnebus Professor Regius at Paris of Philosophy and the Greec Tongue , he is reckon'd among the French writers of Latin Poesie . Aegidius Menagius a French-man , whose not uneloquent Poems consisting of Elegies , Epigrams , and Varia Garmina in Latin , Ecloge of various Poems in Greec his Italian Rime , his Sonnets , Madrigals , Balades and Epistles in French were printed at Amsterdam Anno 1663. Aemilianus an Elegiac Poet , who wrote Epigrams , and an Epicedium upon the Emperour Frideric . Aenaeas Sylvius a Hetrurian , born in the City of Siena , and by the name of Pius Secundus , Exalted to the Papal Chair , if ever any , by the merit of his great Learning and Excellent Parts , which produc'd almost innumerable Volumes of various Arguments , and among the rest some in Verse not of the meanest value for Wit and Poetic Fancy , particularly his Epigrams , his Niraphilenticum , and his Epistolar Poems . Agnobo Firenzuola , see Ottavio Rinuecini . Alexander Brassicanus , see Joannes Alexander Br. Alexander Brome an Atturny of the Mayors Conrt , yet Poetically addicted , a Man of Law and Poetry at once , ( strange incongruity one would think ) and that of so Jovial a strain , that among the Sons of Mirth & Bacchus , to whom his Sack-inspired Songs have been so often Sung to the sprightly Violin , his name cannot chuse but be immortal , and in this respect he may well be stil'd the English Anacreon ; many also of the Odes of Horacc , who was likewise a good Fellow , are of his Translating ; nor are there wanting among his Extant Poems many other various Subjects as well serious as otherwise ; there is also of his writing a Comedy called the Cunning Lovers . Albertus Cistarellus the Author of a Poem in praise of St. Anna Goriciana . Alcadinus a Sicilian Poet , who wrote in Verse the Tryumphs of the Emperour Henry , and the acts of his Son Friderie . Alessandro Gatti , an Italian writer of Madrigals . Alexander Prior of the Monastery of Essebie , in the Reign of K. Edw. the Third , and reckon'd among the chief of English Poets and Orators of that Age. Alexander Rosse a Scotch writer , of whose Poetry the only thing noted is his Cento out of Virgil , Entitled Virgilius Evangelizans . Aloysius Cherchiarius a Regular of the Congregation of Somascha , who professing Poetry and Oratory , open'd an Academy at Venice , called the Academy of the Generosi . Andreas Alciatus , a famous Juris-consult of Milan , who though a writer of many learned works in Prose , is yet best known by his Book of Hieroglyphical Emblems Elegantly illustrated and explained in Elegiac Verse . Andrea di Bergamo an Italian writer of Satyrs , which were printed at Venice Anno 1556. Andreas Canonherius a German of much esteem for Latin Verse , and therefore by Learned men rank'd among the German Poets . Andreas Dactius , a Florentine , the Author of a Poem Entitled Aeluro-Myomachia , or the Battle between the Cat and Mice ; besides underwoods , Epicediums , and other Poems of various Argument . Andreas Fabricius , a Poet of Chemnitz , the Author of a Poem Entitled Christus Lachrymans , which was printed at Wittenberg in the Year 1551. Andreas Janus Lascaris , a writer of Rhyndacum , with whose Treatise of the Roman Militia , Collected out of Polybius his History , are Extant a numbe● of Greec and Latin Epigrams of his Composing . Andreae Giuseppe Rossolo , an Italian , Author of a Poem Entitled Giacobbe Ripatriante , which was printed at Rome Anno 1646. . Andreas Libavius a German , whose not unhappy Vein in Latin Verse obtains him a place among the eminent Poets of that Nation . Andreas Melvinus a witty and learned Scotch-man , and particularly fam'd for Latin Poetry ; very notable is his Distich to the Lady Arabella , with whom he was fellow prisoner in the Tower. Causa mihi tecum communis Carceris , Ara Bella tibi causa est Carceris Ara mihi . The cause of his Commitment being his writing Verses against the Altar at Whitehall . Andreas Navagerius , a Venetian , both Historian Poet and Orator , but among his Poems his Eclogues are particularly fam'd , being printed by Oporinus among the Eclogues of other conspicuous Poets . Andreas Papius , an exact Master of the Two learned Tongues , yet withall so excellent in Musick and Poetry , as if either of them had been his whole business . Andreas Bamseius , a Scotch Latin Versifier , of whom what is Extant , or at least attainable , is to be found in a Collection Entituled Deliciae Poetarum Scotorum . Angelinus Gazaeus , a Belgic Poet , whose Pia Hilaria , or Divine Latin Poems are generally esteemed . Angelo Badalucchi , see Dominico Cornacchini . Angelo Grilli , an Italian Lyric Poet , or writer of Sonetts , Madrigals and Canzonetts . Angelus Politianus , a most conspicuous Itali●n Author , the writer of many learned & polite Volumes , among which those in Verse are not the least in same , viz. his Sylvae , his Treatise of Poetry and Poets , and his Epigrams . Annibal Nicolini a Dramatic Poet of Eugubium a Town in the Dutchy of Spoleto , but chiefly in the pastoral way . Antimo Gallo , an Italian Lyric , or , pourer forth of amorous conceits in Sonetts , Madrigals &c Antonie Brewer a contributer to the English Stage by his Lingua , Loves Loadstone , and the Countrey Girl , Comedies , The Love-sick King and Landagartha , Tragecomedies , and Loves Dominion a Pastoral . Antonio Cornazano an Orator and Poet of Ferrara , among whose other Poems of various Subjects the principally noted is that of the Life atd Death of the Blessed Virgin. Antonio Hungaro , an Italian , both Comic Poet , and writer of Sonetts . Antonius Brun a writer of certain Lyric Poems printed at Noremberg by Joannes Petreius . Antonius Codrus Vrseus , a learned and polite Author , in Profe of works of various Subjects , in Verse of 2 Books of Sylvae set forth by a great admirer of them Philippus Beroaldus-junior , besides Satyrs , Eglogues and Epigrams . Antonio Decio de Horta an Italian Tragic Poet. Antonio Facchenetti , an Italian Dramatic Poet , but chiefly in the way of Pastoral . Antonius Fayus an eminent French writer , out of whose writing there is also a Miscellanie of Emblems and Epigrams . Antonius Franciscus Rainerius an Italian Versifier , but chiefly in the Latin Idiom . Antonio Geraldino , Protonotary to the Apostolic See , and Poet Laureat of Rome , he is principally recommended to the World by his Divine Bucolics , which have been Printed in several places ; his other chiefest Works are his Acts of the Kings of Spain in various Verse , his Fasti in Elegiac , his Hymns of the Heroes in Lyric , the Acts of the Martyrs in Heroic . Antonio Mancinelli , a Grammarian most professedly , who wrote several Grammatical Treatises at Venice about the Year 1490. but both many of them , and some also of other Subjects , in Verse ; he is much esteemed also for his Comments upon Virgils Eclogues and Georgics , and upon Horace his Odes , his Book of Epigrams , with other things . Antonius Millaeus the Author of a late Poem Entitled Moses Viaetor , printed at Lyons Anno 1636. M. Antonius Muretus , a most learned Fr. Commentator and Eloquent Oratour ; and also so much a Poet that Scaevola Samarthanus in his Elogies of the Learned Men of France , among other Commendations , hath also this of him , That he was so like Catullus , that Catullus was not more like himself ; he dyed Anno Dom. 1585. Antonius Sebastianus , a Native of Minturno , who is not asham'd to appear among the choice Latin Poets of Italy . Of like Estimation is , Aonius Palearius another Italian writer of Latin Verse . Archangelio Archangelio , see Dominico Cornacchini . Armentoldo Samponiano a Noted Italian writer of Pastoral Dramatic Poesie . Arthurus Johnstonus , an eminent Scotch Physician , who in his younger Years had the reputation of so excellent a Poet , that he was Laureated at Paris before he had fully arriv'd to the 23 d Year of his Age ; of his Poetical works there are particularly Collected rogether , his Epigrams , his Parerga , his Musae Aulicae , his Reges Scoti , and his Heroes Scoti , his Paraphrastical Translation of David's Psalms is also remembred with particular Commendation . Sir Aston Cockain the Author ( what ever he hath written in Poetry besides ) of several things to the Stage , as the Obstinate Lady , a Comedy , Trappolin suppos'd a Prince , and Tyranical Government , Tragecomedies , and Thersites an Interlude . B. BAlduinus Berlegomius , a Hollander , whose happy Vein in Latin Verse gives him place among the Belgic Poets . Baptista Candelarius a Consul of Roan , mention'd by R●visius Textor with much Honour among the Learned Men and Poets of his time . Baptista Faustus a Carmelite Friar of Mantua , and therefore generally Sirnam'd Mantuanus , vulgarly of such fame for his Poetry , that he is compar'd even with his Countrey-man Virgil , but not by Lilius Giraldus , who takes the liberty to term him rather an Extemporary than Mature Poet , and indeed whoever looks well into his home-spun and plain Verse , shall find him no Virgil though a Mantuan , which may in part be attributed to the multitude of his Writings ; for besides his 10 Eglogues ( the most known and publisht of all his other Works ) 8 of which he confesseth to have written when a Young Student at Padua ; there are of his writing almost innumerable other Volumes as well in Verse as Prose , of which first kind are his Lives of St. Denis , St. George , St. Lewis Morbiolus in Heroic Verse , his Hymn upon the Nativity of St. John Baptist in Elegiac , his description and praise of Refrigerius his Villa in Heroic , his 4 Books of Sylvae , &c. he dyed Anno 1516. in the 72 d Year of his Age. Baptista , a Friar of Ferrara , of the Order of St. Mary of Mount Carmel , chiefly fam'd for History , but taken notice of also for his Book of Epigrams . Baptista Fiera , a Philosopher and renowned Physician of Mantua , and for Poetry , if not equal in fame to the Mantuan Carmelite before mentioned , yet by no means to be omitted , for his 4 Books of Evan●●●ical History in Verse , with several Hymns he dedicated to Pope Adrian the 6 th ; besides which there are Extant of his writing Sylvae , Elegies , Epigrams , and other Poems . Baptista Guarini , a learned Son of a learned Father , of Verona : among his Poetic works , for besides the many things he wrote in Prose , he had a Vein sufficiently flowing in all kinds of Poetry ; his Dramatic peices are not the least in vogue ; but above all his Pastor fido hath been naturaliz'd in all parts of Europe , where the Italian Tongue is not a stranger , and perhaps not the latest of all here in England by the Elegant Pen of Sir Richard Fanshaw , who went Lord Embassador from his present Majesty of Great Britain to his Catholick Majesty Philip the 4 th . Baptista Persius his Eclogue Thirsis was printed at Strasburg by Jacobus Jucundus in the Year 1540. and at Basil by Oporinus . Baptista Bishop of Reggio , the Author of several Divine Poems , viz. de flenda cruce in ●●egiac Verse , de morte , de B. Virgine , &c. Baptista Sanga his Poems are peculiarly mentioned by Giraldus and Conradus Licosthenes . Battista Spagnolus an Italian , who for his faculty in Latin Verse is remembred among the chief Italian Poets of that kind . Barnabas Brissonius a French-man , no less Eminent for his Learning than for the great place of Trust and Dignity he he held in the State , Equivalent to the Lord Chief Justice with us . B. Andrews calls him the Varro of France , and K. H. the 4 th us'd to boast that he durst oppose him against the learnedst man any Prince in Christendome could produce against him ; his most celebrated Work in Prose is his Book de formulis ; and for what he wrote also in Latin Verse he is also rank'd among the principal Poets of his time . Bartholomaeus Amantius , an Assistant to Petrus Appianus the famous German Cosmographer of Leysnick , in his Collection of ancient Inscriptions which was pompously set forth with Ornaments of Verse ( the part of Amansius ▪ ) and Sculpture at the charge of Reymundus Fuggerus at Ingolstade ; he was flourishing about the Year 1543. Bartholomaeus Anulns , a French Poet , whose Picta Poesis consisted of the descriptions of certain Emblematical Figures in the nature of those of Alciate . Bartholmew Traheron , a not altogether obscure writer in his time , namely in the Reign of K. Edw. the 6 th , as well in Verse as Prose . Barton Holyday an old Student of Christ-Church in Oxford , who besides his Translation of Juvenal with Elaborate Notes , hath writ several other things in English Verse rather Learned than Elegant , and particularly a Comedy called The Mariage of the Arts. Basilio Zanchio a Canon of the Lateranensian Order , a Native of Bergamo , a Town in the Seigniory of Venice , of whose Works his Eclogues and Epigrams are not the least in repute ; there is also another Basilius of Parma , whose Verses are mentioned by Baptista Mantuan in the latter end of his Third Book of Sylvae . Benedetto Varchi , see Ottavio Rinuccini . Benedictus Jovius , the Brother of Paulus , his Epigrams , his Distichs to Laurentio Medici , his Poem of the Fountains of Como , and another Entitled Philautia , are for Verse of no less account than his History of Como , & his Book of Architecture for Prose . Benedictus Lampridius a Cremonese writer of Epigrams and Lyric Odes both Greec and Latin. Benedictus Luscius , chiefly to be remembred for his Epithalamium to John Frideric Prince Elector of Saxony . Benjamin Johnson , the most learned , judicious and correct , generally so accounted , of our English Comedians , and the more to be admired for being so , for that neither the height of natural parts , for he was no Shakesphear , nor the cost of Extraordinary Education ; for he is reported but a Bricklayers Son , but his own proper Industry and Addiction to Books advanct him to this perfection : In three of his Comedies , namely the Fox , Alchymist and Silent Woman ; he may be compared , in the Judgment of Learned Men , for Decorum , Language , and well Humouring of the Parts , as well with the chief of the Ancient Greec and Latin Comedians as the prime of Modern Italians , who have been judg'd the best of Europe for a happy Vein in Comedies , nor is his Bartholmew-Fair much short of them ; as for his other Comedies Cinthia's Revells , Poetaster , and the rest , let the name of Ben Johnson protect them against whoever shall think fit to be severe in censure against them : The Truth is , his Tragedies Sejanus and Catiline seem to have in them more of an artificial and inflate than of a pathetical and naturally Tragic height : In the rest of his Poetry , for he is not wholly Dramatic , as his Underwoods , Epigrams , &c. he is sometimes bold and strenuous , sometimes Magisterial , sometimes Lepid and full enough of conceit , and sometimes a Man as other Men are . Bernardinus Parthenius , a Native of Spilimberg , who hath a place among the choice Collected Works of the Italian writers of Latin Verse . Bernardino Percivallo , an Italian Dramatic Poet , but chiefly in the way of Pastoral . Bernardino Pino , see Dominico Cornac●hini . Bernardino Rota , see Ottavio Rinuccini . Bernardus Bauhusius , a Belgian , the most notable Man was ever heard of for Ringing the Changes in Verse ; for in a Poem he wrote of the B. Virgin , Entitled , Proteus Parthenicus unius versus , he is said to have chang'd one Verse 1022. times according to the reputed * number of the constellations ; he is mentioned by Sweertius in his Athenoe Belgicae , and by Andreas Valerius in his Bibliotheca Belgica . Bernardus Praetorius reckon'd among the principal of German writers , who have been Eminent for Latin Poesie . Bernardo Tasso , the Father of that Renowned Italian Poet Torquato Tasso , himself also the Author of a noted Poem Entitled Amadei . Le Sieur de Boisval the Author of a French Heroic Poem Entitled Esther . Bonaventura Vulcanius , an Author of much Esteem for the many learned Works he hath put forth , and for what he writ in Verse , rank'd in the number of Belgic Latin Poets . Mr. Bouillon , a French-man , of whose writing there are Extant Epigrams and other pieces of Poetry . Mr. Boursault , a French writer of Poems , Entitled Poesies d'Obligation & d'Amour printed at Paris Anno 1667. Mr. Breboef , a late French Poet , of whose Poesie divers things are printed at Paris not many Years since . Bruno Nolano , see Dominico Cornacchini . Burchiello , see Ludovico Dolce . C. CArolo Flamma , an Italian Dramatic Poet , but chiefly in the way of Pastoral . Carolus Malatesta , an Italian writer reckon'd among the principal of that Nation for Latin Poesie . Carolus Malepertius , a Belgic writer of Latin Verse . Carolo Noci one of the chief of the Italian writers of Pastoral . Carolus Vtenhovius , a Native of Gant , Born of a Noble Family , a Man of a wandring and unsetled kind of life , but stedfastly addicted to Learning in general , and to Poetry in Particular . Celio Calcagnino , a most universally Learned Italian Writer , among whose many other Volumes in Humanity , Antiquity , Philosophy and Theology , his 3 Books of Sonnets are not in the least repute , being commonly printed , together with those of Ariosto and Pigna . Celio Magno , an Italian Poet , especially in the way of Sonnets and other Lyric Poetry . Cesare Caporale , see Ludovico Dolce . Cesare Cremonino a Pastoral writer among the Italian Dramatics . Cesare Rinaldi , a Lyric Poet or Sonnet writer of Bononia , an Ancient Town and University of Romania . Cesare Simonetti , an Italian Dramatic Poet , but principally in the way of Pastoral . Le Sieur Chappelain , the Author of a French Poem Entitled la Pucelle , or France's delivery . Mr. Chevreau , the Author of certain French Poems printed at Paris Anno 1656 Christopherus Aulaeus , his Epicedium upon the death of Anne Queen of Hungary and Bohemia , his Tristia , his Epigrams , aud his Invective against the K. of France , are all mentioned by Gesner in his Bibliotheca . Christopherus Caseanus , his Querela nostrorum temporum was printed at Basil by Oporinus 1552. Christophoro Castelletti , see Dominico Cornacchini . Christopher Marlow , a kind of a second Shakesphear ( whose contemporary he was ) not only because like him he rose from an Actor to be a maker of Plays , though inferiour both in Fame and Merit ; but also because in his begun Poem of Hero and Leander , he seems to have a resemblance of that clean and unsophisticated Wit , which is natural to that incomparable Poet ; this Poem being left unfinished by Marlow , who in some riotous Fray came to an untimely and violent End , was thought worthy of the finishing Hand of Chapman ; in the performance whereof nevertheless he fell short of the Spirit and Invention with which it was begun ; of all that he hath written to the Stage his Dr. Faustus hath made the greatest noise with its Devils and such like Tragical sport , nor are his other 2 Tragedies to be forgotten , namely his Edw. the II. and Massacre at Paris , besides his Jew of Malta a Tragecomedie , and his Tragedy of Dido , in which he was joyned with Nash. Chr. Oclandus , an old English Poet , that is , one of the oldest of the Moderns , who wrote in Verse a Historical piece , called Anglorum Praelia . Christophorus Longolius , a Parisian , who besides many things in Prose , wrote also Elegies aud Epigrams . Christopherus Palmensis , his Distichs were printed at Basil by Robert Winter ; he flourish'd about 1486. Christophorus Pannonius is chiefly remembred for his Elegy to Nicolas Perenot Granvile printed with Paradin's ancient state of Burgundy , ut Basil. Cbristophorus Schellembergius , a German Poet , principally remembred for his Epithalamium upon the Marriage of Wolfangus Meurerus , a noted Physician , his Friend . Christophoro Sicinio , see Dominico Cornacchini . Christophorus Stummelius , a German , not unfam'd among the Latin Versifiers of that Nation . Christopherus Syngelius , mentioned for his Elegy upon Magdalen ( the Wife of Vdaricus Earl of Reinstein ) who great with Ghild perisht miserably by an accidental Fire in the Year 1546. Claudius Paradinus , a writer of Emblems in Imitation of those of Alciate . Clemens Marotus a French Poet of Cahors , whom Antoin Verd in his Biblio●hec stiles the Poet of Princes , and the Prince of the Poets of his time . Clemens Janitius , a Polonian Poet Laureat , whose I. Book of Tristia , I. Book of various Elegies , and another of Epigrams are said to have been printed at Cracovia . Conradus Celtes , a German , both Philosopher , Oratour , and Mathematician of great Fame , but withall so highly applauded for his singular gift in Poetry , that he was honoured by the Emperour Frederic , at the Suit of the Duke of Saxony , with the Poetical Wreath in the 32d . Year of his Age , as saith Boxhornius in his Monuments and Elogies of Illustrious Men ; but Pantaleon in his Book de viris Illustribus saith by the Emperour Maximilian in the 35th . Year of his Age Anno 1494. however all agree he was the first Poet Laureat among the Germans . Conradus of Alyzeia , a Town of the Palatinate , but in the Diocess of Mentz , of whose Poetical Works ( for he wrote also in Prose ) the chief are his Poem of the Virgin Mary , and the Redemption of Humane kind , his Epistles to divers Friends and his Book of Odes he is mentioned flourishing in the Year 1370. Conradus Lautenbachius , a highly reputed German , Theologist , Historian , and also Poet. Conradus Leius , a German writer , particularly commended for what he hath written in Latin Verse . Conradus de Mure , a Canon of the Church of Zurich in Switzerland , whose Poem of the Natures of Animals is not forgotten among the rest of his Works ; he is mentioned flourishing Anno 1573. Conradus Ritterhusius , a German of no obscure Fame among the Poetical Writers of that Nation . Corneille , the great Dramatic writer of France , wonderfully applauded by the present Age , both among his own Countrey-men , and our Frenchly affected English , for the amorous Intreagues , which if not there before , he commonly thrusts into his Tragedies and acted Histories ; the Imitation whereof among us , and of the perpetual Colloquy in Rhime , hath of late very much corrupted our English Stage . Cornelius Musius , a Latin Poet , none of the least considerable of the Moderns . Cornelius Schonaeus , the Author of a well known Work Entitled Terentius Christianus , consisting of several Divine Comedies taken out of the Sacred Scripture , and written in Terence his style . Cosm● Manuci , an Italian as his name Imports , but an English writer of the Just General a Tragedy , and the Loyal Lovers , a Tragecomedie . Curtesius Curtesius a Poet of Padua , who wrote in Verse the death of St. Justina , and the Loves of Orestilla . Cyril Turner , a writer of Two old Tragedies , the Atheists Tragedy , and the Revengers Tragedy . D. DAniel Heinsius , the most fam'd of Hollanders , and most Celebrated by * Learned Men for his egregious Wit , and deep proficiency in all kind of Literature , he was Born at Gaunt Anno 1582. came to be History professour , Secretary , and Library Keeper at the University of Leide● ; in Prose he is Eminent for his Exercitations upon the New Testament , and divers Philological Works , in strict Oration for his Excellent style in Greec and Latin Verse , of which sufficient Testimonies are Extant , and for which he is compar'd by Causabone in his Epistles to Homer for the Greec , and to Ovid and Propertius for the Latin , besides what he wrote poetically in his Native Tongue . Damasus Blienburgius , a Hollander , who for what he hath written in Latin Poesie is remembred among the chief of Belgic Latin Poets . Dante 's Aligerus , a most Renowned Florentine , and the first of Italian Poets of any Fame or Note for Vernacular Verse ; but that which most proclaims his Fame to the World is his Triple Poem Entitled , Paradice , Purgatory and Hell ; besides which he wrote several things in Prose ; the Meridian of his flourishing time was the Year 1321. the Emperour Lewes the 5 th Sirnamed Bavarus then Reigning . David Echlinus a Scotch-man , whose Poem Entitled Ova Paschalia is to be found in a Collection of the choice Works of several Scotch Latin Poets ; as likewise David Humus his Lusus Poetici . David Kynalochus , his Poem de Hominis procreatione , & de Anatome . David Wederburnus his various Poems . Diomede Borghese , a Lyric Poet , or Sonnet writer of Siena . Dionysius Lebius Taubilius , a learned German writer as well in Verse as Prose . Dionysio Guazzoni , a Dramatic Poet of Cremona , chiefly in the way of Pastoral . Dionysius Gotofredus , a French Civilian , of that Eminence , that he is styl'd by Learned Men the Papinian of his time , and by Dilherus in his Academical Disputations is highly commended for his Notes upon the Body of the Civil Law , yet amidst so laborious a Study , and such a painful Work , he could sometimes be vacant to the Latin Muse. Dominicus Baudius , a most grateful Associate and Favourite to the most Learned , and also the most noble persons of his time both in England , France and the Low-Countries , and among the rest ( coming into England in the retinue of a Splendid Embassie from the States to Queen Elizabeth ) to the great Patron of all vertue Sir Philip Sidny , for the singular Merit of his Worth and Learning , of which he had given large Proofs in several famous Universities , especially that of Leyden , to which at last he wholly betook himself , and with great Reputation read Eloquence and History ; his Extant Latin Poems are particularly commended by Grotius and others , the most Excellent of Modern Poets themselves ; he was Born at Lisle in Flanders , the Son of Dominicus and Marie Heems on the 9th . of the Ides of April 1561. Dominico Cornacchini an Italian Dramatic , but particularly in the way of Comedy , among the Multitude of which kind of writers scarce to be numbred , these following deserve not to be past by in silence , viz. Christophero Sicinio , Archangelo Archangelo , Bernardino Pino , Christophero Castelletti , Gio. Battista Verini , Angelo Badalucchi , M. Hieron : Burgaglio , Ludovioo ▪ Fenarolo , Adriano Polito , Bruno Nolano , Raphael Trianoro , Ludovico Contareno , Gio. Battista Gelli , M. Hieron : Razzi , M. Ludovico Paterna . Dominicus Lampsonius a Belgian , who being equally happy both in the art of Painting and Poetry describ'd in Verse the Life of Lambertus Lombardus a most Excellent Painter , and his Master in that Art , 1598. Dominicus Mancinus , an Author no less Elegant then Learned , who professing Theology and affecting Poetry , applyed his Muse to Divine and Moral Subjects , his Poem on the passion of our Saviour , and another of the 4 Cardinal Vertues and their Offices , in Elegiac Verse were both printed at Basil Anno 1543. he is Recorded flourishing Anno 1494. Domitio Marino , a Venetian both Philosopher and Physician by profession , but a writer also of Poems , which were printed by the Sons of Aldus Manutius Anno 1550. E. EDmund Fairfax , one of the most Judicious , Elegant and haply in his time , most approved of English Translatours , both for his choice of so worthily Extoll'd a Heroic Poet as Torquato Tasso ; as for the exactness of his Version , in which he is judg'd by some to have approved himself no less a Poet than in what he hath written of his own Genius . Edmund Prestwich , the Author of a Comedy , which came forth about 20 Years ago , called the Hectors or False Challenge ; as also Hippolitus a Tragedy , what ever he might have written besides not remembred . Edmund Spencer , the first of our English Poets that brought Heroic Poesie to any perfection , his Faery Queen being for great Invention and Poetic heighth judg'd little inferiour , if not equal to the chief of the ancient Greeks and Latins or Modern Italians , but the first Poem that brought him into Esteem was his Shepherds Calendar , which so endear'd him to that Noble Patron of all Vertue and Learning Sir Philip Sidny , that he made him known to Queen Elizabeth , and by that means got him preferr'd to be Secretary to his Brother Sir Henry Sidny , who was sent Deputy into Ireland , where he is said to have written his Faerie Queen , but upon the return of Sir Henry , his Employment ceasing , he also return'd into England , and having lost his great Friend Sir Philip , fell into poverty , yet made his last Refuge to the Queens Bounty , and had 500 l. order'd him for his Support , which nevertheless was abridg'd to 100. by Cecil , who hearing of it , and owing him a grudge for some reflections in Mother Hubbards Tale , cry'd out to the Queen , What all this for a Song ? This he is said to have taken so much to Heart , that he contracted a deep Melancholy , which soon after brought his Life to a Period : So apt is an Ingenious Spirit to resent a slighting , even from the greatest Persons ; and thus much I must needs say of the Merit of so great a Poet from so great a Mona●ch , that as it is incident to the best of Poets sometimes to flatter some Royal or Noble Patron , never did any do it more to the height , or with greater Art and Elegance , if the highest of praises attributed to so Heroic a Princess can justly be term'd Flattery . Edmund Waller of Beckonsfeild , one of the mo●● fam'd Poets , and that not unworthily , of the present Age , being yet surviving ; especially , and ( wherein he is not inferiour to Carew himself , ) in the charming sweetness of his Lyric Odes or amorous Sonnets long since wedded to the no less charming Notes of H. Laws , at that time the Prince of Musical Composers , and one of the principal Gentlemen of the Chappel , as also of the private Music to his late Majesty King Charles the First . In his other acoasional Poems his Verse is smooth , yet strenuous , not barren of conceit , and frequently adorn'd with proper Similies . Sir Edward Dier , a person of good account in Queen Elizabeth's Reign , poetically addicted , several of whose Pastoral Odes and Madrigals are Extant in a printed Collection of certain choice pieces of some of the most eminent Poets of that time . Edward Shirburn , an intimate Friend and Acquaintance , as well of the ancient Greek and Latin , as of the choicest of Modern Poets , both Italian , French and Spanish , and in what he hath Elegantly and Judiciously Translated either of the former or later , a discoverer of a more pure Poetical Spirit and Fancy , then many others can justly pretend to in their original Works ; his Version of those Books of Manilius , which relate meerly to Astronomy , is a very Noble Work , being set forth with most Exact Notes , and other Learned and proper Illustrations . Eilardas Alma , a H●llander , whose Fame is not altogether unknown to the Learned for what he hath written in Latin Poesie . Eilardus Lubinus , a Learned German , who amidst several Elaborate Works in Prose , was not wholly unconversant with the Muses , being therefore reckon'd among the Latin Poets of that Nation . Elias Putschius , a Low-Countrey-man , who hath written sufficiently in Latin Verse , to be numbred among the Latin Poets of that Nation . Elkanah Settle , a present writer to the English Stage , to which he hath already contributed Two Ttagedies , Cambises , and the Empress of Morocco ; for which he hath the applause of some , the severe censure of others , and perhaps neither according to exact desert ; to those that erre on the right hand that is that over-praise , little is to be said ; to the others it may be pleaded in his behalf , that his soaring up to too much affected and immoderate heights , which I take to be his chief failing , may possibly be allayed by the more Mature Judgment of riper Years , he being yet but a young Man. Elysius Calentius , a writer in Latin Poesie famous in Italy in the Reign of the Emperour Maximilian ; his Elegies , Epigrams , Epistles , Poem of Hectors apparition , and another of the War between the Frogs and Mice , Satyrs against the Poets , and other things were printed at Rome Anno 1503. Emanuel Thesaurus , a Patrician or Noble-man of Turin , the Capital City of the Dukedom of Savoy , and of the Order of the great Cross of St. Lazarus and St. Maurice , whose Patriarchae , or Genealogy of Christ divided into Four Periods according to the Four Ages of Man , is written in a style called Lapidaria , so call'd as proper for Inscriptions upon Tombs , being a middle style between Oratory & Poetry , between strict and solute Oration . Engelhardus Funkius , a Poet of Swobach in Franconia , who wrote in E●egiac Ve●se an Encomium of his Countrey , Epistles , Epigrams , and several other Miscellaneous pieces ; he is Recorded flourishing in the Year of our Lord 1494. Erasmo Valvasonio , an Italian Poet , who wrote Five Books in Verse de Re Rustica , or of Countrey Affairs , in that kind of Stanza commonly called among the Italians Ottava Rima . Erycus Puteanus , an Fminent both Historian and Poet , who , as Causabon in his Preface to the Augusta Historia saith , was justly reputed in his time among the chief Ornaments of France ; he is most known by his Insubric History , but withall not unremembred for his Elegant Latin Poems , among which his Musarum Ferculum is particularly quoted by a Learned English Author . Euricius Cordus , a late German Poet , whose Opera Poetica were printed at Helmested Anno 1614. F. FAmianus Strada , an Italian , both Poet , Historian & Oratour of principal Repute , being a Native of Rome , where he was professour of Rhetoric for 15 Years ; his History of the Low-Countrey Wars , and his Academical Prolusions are the chiefest and most fam'd of his Works , in the last of which he so ingeniously imitates the style of each of the principal Ancient Latin Poets , that thereby he shews himself a great Master in Latin Poetry . Le Sieur de Fargues , the Author of a French Heroic Poem Entitled David . Faustus Sabaeus , a Brescian , of whose Latin Poetry there is sufficient Extant to place him among the chief Italian writers of that kind . Felix Fidlerus , a German Poet , whose most particularly mentioned Poems are his Eclogue , Entitled Philotas , dedicated to the Bishop of Arras , and his Elegy upon the death of Cardinal Perenot Granvile . Florentius Schonhovius , a Belgic writer , Native of Gouda , of whom there is Extant a Poem Entitled Lalage , or Amores Pastorales , with the selected Works of several other noted Latin Poets of that Countrey , in which Society Antonius Schonhovins is also one . Florentius Volusenus , one of the association , with those other noted Latin Poets of Scotland , the choice of whose Poems are Collected together in a long since publish'd Volume . Foppius Scheltonus Aesema , a Frisian , whose Juvenilia are to be found with the selected Works of other Belgic Poets already mention'd . Francis Beaumont , an inseparable Associate and Coadjutor to Fletcher in the making of many of his Plays , besides what he made solely himself ; there is also Extant a Poem of his Entitled Salmacis and Hermaphroditus a Fable taken out of Ovids Mctamorphoses . Francesco Biondi , an Italian Poet , whose most noted Work is his Erimena . Francesco Bracciolini , another Italian Poet , the most particularly mention'd of whose Works is his Cruce ricuperata , or regaining of the Cross. Francesco Contareni , a Venetian not of the meanest rank of the Lyric Poets of Italy . Don Francesco Manuel , a Spaniard , whose Obras Metricas , or Poetical Works were printed at Leon , Anno 1665. Francesco Maria Molza , a Poet of Modena , reckon'd among the chief of the Ly●ics or Sonnet writers of Italy ; there is also particularly taken notice of his Elegy in the name of Catharine Queen of England to K. Henry the 7 th . Francesco Mataracio , a Poet of Perusia , a Town of that part of Tuscany , which is called Lo stato della chiesa , and belongs to the Pope ; his mention'd Poems are Epistles to several Friends , and Epigrams but he wrote also in tendency to Poetry , Instructions for the making Hexameter and Pentameter Verses . Franciscus Niger Bassianus , a Learned writer both in Prose and Verse , in which last way his most fam'd piece is his Epitome of Ovid Metamorphoses in Phaleusian Verse . Francisco Ottavio , an Italion Poet , known chiefly by his Elegies to Julia , and his Epistles . Francesco Peto , a Poet of Fondi , a Town of Campania , whose Sylva to Augustinus Niphus is of what he wrote in Verse the most particularly remembred . Francisus Franchinus , a retainer equally to Mars and the Muses , who attending on the Emperour Charles the Fifth in his Algerine Expedition , at his return wrote an Elegant description of the said Expedition in Verse . Franciscus Modius , an Eminent both Civilian and Poet of Bruges in Flanders . Franciscus Panigarola , one of the Society of those Latin Poets of Italy , whose several Works , or what is of them choicest , are published together . Francisco Petrarcha , a Florentine Poet , Renowned both for Latin and Italian Poesie ; his Italian Sonnets in Celebration of Laura , and his Triumps are in very high Esteem . Franciscus Philelphus , a Knight of Tollentinum , the Author of a Multitude of Volumes , whereof very many in Verse , particularly his Sfortias , his Poem in Commendation of Aenicius Davalus , his Odes both Greec and Latin , which with the rest of his Poetical Works advanc'd his Fame in Poetry to the title of Poet Laureat ; he is Recorded to have Flourish'd about the Year of our Lord 1481. Franciscus Pigna , a Countrey-man and Associate of the Poet Curtesius . Franciscus Portus , a Modern Greec Poet , chiefly Epigrammatic . Francisco Puteolani , a Poet of Parma , one of the chief setters forth of the Acts of Lodowic Sforza , the Famous Souldier of that Age. Francis Quarles , the darling of our Plebeian Judgments , that is such as have ingenuity enough to delight in Poetry , but are not sufficiently instructed to make a right choice and distinction ; his Emblems being a Copy from Hermannus Hugo's Original , his Version of Job into English Verse , his Feast of Worms , or History of Jonas , and other Divine Poems have been ever , and still , are in wonderful Veneration among the Vulgar , and no less his Argalus and Parthenia , a History taken out of Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia ; there hath been also Acted a Comedy of his called the Virgin Widow . Don Francesco de Quevedo , a Spanish writer , of signal Fame and Credit both in Prose and Verse , of which later kind are his Obras Metricas , or Poetical Works , which were printed at Brussels Anno 1660. Franciscus & Justus Raphelengius , Two Belgic writers , whose Varia Carmina are with the selected Works of others accounted the chief of that Countrey for Latin Verse . Franciscus Sphondratus , an Italian , whose Latin Poem de Raptu Helenae is Extant among the Collected Works of divers others , accounted the prime of Italy for Latin Poesie . Francesco Vinta , an Itaelian of principal Note among the Pastoral and Comic writers of that Nation . Fredericus Dedecindus , a German Poet , known most especially by his Poem in praise of a Countrey Life , and his Epithalamium upon the Marriage of Paulus Gusebelius with Magdalena Moniera of Wirten-berg . Fredericus Taubmannus , a German , chiefly fam'd for a most Learned Commentator and Philologist , but not to be wholly left out of the Number of Poets . Fridianus Piginutius , an Italian , who being Oratour and Poet to Eruestus Duke of Saxony , wrote in the Latin Idiom Elegies to Conradus Celtes , and Martinus Pollichias , a Saphic Ode to St. Sebastian , to implore an aversion of the Pestilence , which were printed with Celtes his Book of the Art of Versifying . Sir Fulk Grevil , Lord Brook , a great Friend and Associate of Sir Philip Sidny , whose Life he wrote , as also several things in Poetry both Dramatic , as his Tragedies of Alaham , Mustapha , and Marcus Tullius Cicero , and others commonly of a Political Subject , and among the rest a Posthume Work not publisht till within a very few Years , being a Two-fold Treatise , the first of Monarchy , the second of Religion , in all which is observable a close , mysterious and sentencious way of writing , without much regard to Elegancy of style ▪ or smoothness of Verse . Le Sieur de Furetiere . the Author of certain French Poems printed at Paris Anno 1650. G. GAbriel Cabrera , see Ludovic● Dolce . Gabriel Faernus , a very Learned Man , and diligent Inquirer into Latin Authors , as his setting forth of Terence , and some pieces of Cicero testifie ; Moreover he so ingeniously Paraphras'd upon Esops Fables in divers kinds of Latin Verse , that he merits to be rank'd among the Poets ; he is of that Rank of Eminent Men , that in Chronology come under the Year 1561. Gabriel Zinani , an Italian , whose Extant Sonnets , Madrigals , &c. give him place among the Lyric Poets of that Nation . Gallus Chrudimenus , a writer in Verse , fo● Elegancy reckon'd of the chief of Modern Latin Poets . Gaspar Barlaeus , a learned and witty Batavian , and of so Eminent a Fame among the Belgic writers of Latin Poesie , that Vossius in his Book de Arte Grammatica , by doubting whether he were the better Philosopher or Poet , seems to Intimate his Excellence in both Faculties ; several of his poetical Works are quoted by a Learned English Author , as his Hymns , his Poem in praise of the Garden of Leyden , his Britannia triumphans , &c. Gaspar Bruschius , a Poet Laureate of Egra in Bohemia , whose poetical Works are many , and of various kinds , besides what he also wrote in Prose . Gaspar Ensius , a German Poet , who for what he hath written in Latin Verse is reckon'd among the principal Latin Poets of that Nation . Gaspar Greterus , Chaplain to the Prince of Wirtenberg , and a copious writer both in Prose and Verse ; among his poetical things his Gospels in Latin Verse are particularly taken notice of . Gaspar Main , a Student of Christ-Church in Oxford , where he lived for many Years in much Credit and Reputation for his florid Wit , and Ingenious Vein in Poetry , which produc'd Two Witty and well approved Comedies , the City Match and the Amorous War ; nor did he , since his application to Theology , of which he was Dr. and his Ecclesiastical preferment , totally relinquish those politer Studies to which he was before addicted , having lately publish'd Lucians Works , of his own Translating into English. Gaspar Vrsinus , a Noble Poet of Veli , among whose Poems his Monostichs of the Alban and Roman Kings , and other Illustrious Men of Rome , as also of the Roman Emperours and Popes , down to Charles the 5th . and Pope Hadrian 6th . also his Distichs of the Roman Emperours are especially noted . Sir Geoffry Chaucer , the Prince and Coryphaeus , generally so reputed , till this Age , of our English Poets , and as much as we triumph over his old fashion'd phrase , and obsolete words , one of the first re●iners of the English Language , of how great Esteem he was in the Age wherein he flourish'd , namely the Reigns of Henry the 4 th , Henry the 5 th , and part of Henry the 6 th , appears , besides his being Knight and Poet Laureat , by the Honour he had to be allyed by Marriage to the great Earl of Lancaster Jobn of Gaunt : How great a part we have lost of his Works above what we have Extant of him is manifest from an Author of good Credit , who reckons up many considerable Poems , which are not in his publisht Works ; besides the Squires Tale , which is said to be compleat in Arundel-house Library . Georgio Anselmo , an Epigrammatist of Parma . Georgius Benedictus , a Hollander of principal repute among the Eelgic wtiters of Latin Poesie . Georgius Bersmannus , a German of no inferiour Estimation among Learned Men ; but particularly fam'd for his happy Genius in Latin Verse . Georgius Buchananus , the most celebrated by the Learned Men of his time , of all the famous writers that Scotland hath produc'd , and that not without reason , being in his Prose both Elegant and Judicious , ( in so much that Vossius selecting out for several Countries each of their prime Historians , names him for the History of his own Countrey ) and for Verse , if not the chief of Modern Latin Poets , as some account him , yet at least the chief of that Nation , which however barren of Soyl Esteem'd , yet hath been sufficiently fruitful of good VVits , and Men famous particularly for Latin Verse ; being so conspicuous a person no wonder he was made choice of for the Education of a Prince that was born to the sole Monarchy of Great Brittain . George Bullen Lord Rochford , Brother to Queen Anne , 2 d VVife to K. Henry the 8 th , among other things hath the Fame of being the Author of Songs and Sonnets , which doubtless wanted not the applause of those times . George Chapman , a Poetical writer , Flourishing in the Reigns of Queen Elizabeth and King James , in that repute both for his Translations of Homer and Hesiod , and what he wrote of his own proper Genius ; that he is thought not the meanest of English Poets of that time , and particularly for his Dramatic writings , as his Blind Beggar of Alexandria , All Fools , The Gentleman Vsher , May-day , The , Widows Tears , Mounsieur d'Olive , A days Mirth , Eastward hoe , Comedies ; Bussy d'Amb●ys , Caesar & Pompey Tragedies . George Fletcher , the Author of a Poem Entitled Christs Victory and Triumph in Heaven and Earth over and after Death ; he wrote in the Reign of King James and King Charles the First . George Etheridge a Comical writer of the present Age ; whose Two Comedies , Love in a Tub , and She would if She could , for pleasant Wit , and no bad Oeconomy , are judg'd not uuworthy the Applause they have met with . Georgio Gradenico , see Ottavio Riuuco●ni . George Gascoign , one of the smaller Poets of Queen Elizabeths days , whose poetical Works nevertheless have been thought worthy to be quoted among the chief of that time ; his Supposes , a Comedy ; Glass of ●overnment , a Tragecomedy ; J●●●sta a Tragedy , are particularly remembred . George Herbert , a Younger Brother of the Noble Family of the Herberts of Montgomery , whose florid Wit , obliging Humour in Conversation , fluent Eloquution , and great proficience in the Arts , gain'd him that Reputation at Oxford , where he spent his more Youthful age , that he was chosen University Oratour ; at last taking upon him Holy Orders , not without special incouragement from the King , who took notice of his parts ; he was made Parson of Bemmerton near Salisbury ; in this state his affection to Poetry being converted to serious aud Divine Subjects , produc'd those so generally known and appro●ed Poems Entitled the Temple . Georgius Macropedius , a German Poet , whose most noted Poems beside his Comedies Andrisca , Hecastus , Rebelles and others , and some Tragedies out of Sacred History , are his Bassarus , Lazarns Mendicus , and his Calender of the principal Feasts of the Church in Heroie Verse . Georgius Myliusa German Poet , whose Two Books of Elegies were printed at Leipsich in the Year 1557. George Peel , a somewhat antiquated English Bard of Queen Elizabeth Date , some Remnants of whose pretty pastoral Poetry we have Extant in a Collection Entitled Englands Helicon . George Riplay , a Canon of Bridlington in the time of King Henry the 7 th , who in old English Verse wrote several Chymical Misteries pretending to Lead to the attaining of the Philosophers Stone . Georgius Rotallerus , a German Poet , who besides his Latin Version of Hesiods opera , & dies , in Elegiac Verse , and also Three of Sophocles his Tragedies , as his Ajax , Electra and Antigone , hath also written Epigrams and some other Poems . Georgius Sabinus , a Brandenburger , the Son in Law of Philip Melanchton , a Person of no obscure Fame among German writers both for Verse and Prose . George Sands , a well approved writer of his Travels into Forrein Parts ; but a much more admir'd Translator of Ovid's Metamorphses into English Verse , and Paraphrast of Davids Psalms ; and not unapplauded for his Tragedy of Christs Passion . Georgius Siputus Daripenus , a German Poet , the most particularly remembred of whose Poems are his Congratulatories upon the Arrival of the Emperour Maximilian to Colen . Georgius Thurius , a Hungarian , one of the most Eminent of that Nation for Latin Poesie . Georgius Tilenus , a German writer not forgotten among the chief of the Latin Versisiers of that Nation . George Withers , a most profuse pourer forth of English Rhime , not without great pretence to a Poetical zeal against the Vices of the times in his Motto , his Remembrancer , and other such like Satyrical Works ; besides which he turn'd into English Verse the Songs of Moses , and other Hymns of the Old Testament ; in all which , and whatever else there is of his disperced up and down ; for his Works however Voluminous , have been scarce thought worthy to be Collected into a Volume ; whoever , shall go about to imitate his lofty style , may boldly venture to ride post and Versifie ; yet because vulgarly taken for a a great Poet ; and by some for a Prophet ; in regard many things are fancied to have come to pass , which he pretended to predict , he must not be omitted ; but the most of Poetical Fancy which I remember to have found in any of his Writings , is in a little piece of pastoral Poetry call'd the Shepheards Hunting . Gerardus Bucoldianus , a German , both Oratour and Poet , the chiefly remembred of whose Poems is that of the Muses progress into Germany : He Flourish'd at Bon●nia in the Year 1535. Germanus Auber●us Aurelius , one of principal note among the French Poetical writers of Latin Verse . Germanus Brixius of Auxerre , a Canon of Paris , among whose Poetical writings there are principally mention'd his Antimorus , or Invective against our Countrey-man Sir Thomas More ; his Elegy upon the death of Fran is Deloin ; and his Epigrams upon the death of K. Francis the First of France . Germanus Valens Guelius , a curious Critic in the Greec Language , and not meanly vers'd in all kind of Humane Li●erature ; but according to the Testimony of Thuanus , principally addicted to Poetry . Giacopo Alegreto , a Poet of Forli a Town in Flaminia , of whom there is Extant a Bucolic Poem , mention'd by Biondi . Giacopo Gaddi , an Italian , who shares in Fame among the Poetical Wri●ers of that Nation . Giacopo Ca●●●eo , an Italian , Author of a Poem Entitled Peregrino , which was printed Anno 1538. Giacopo Sadoletti , a Contemporary , Associate , and as it were Co-partner with Pietro Bembo , not only in agreement of Studies , they being both Eminent writers as well in Verse as Prose ; but also of their Fortunes and Preferment in the World , they being both chosen by Pope Leo , the 10 th , to be his Scretaries together , both advanc'd to the Purple by Paul the 3 d , uuder whose Reign they both dyed . Gilb●rtus Ducherius Vulto , a Poetical writer , of whom , what ever he wrote beside , there are Extant Five Books of Epigrams , and an Eclogue printed by Oporinus at Basil. Giovanni Ambrogio Marini , an Italian Poet , whose Cal●andro Fidele was printed at Venice Anno 1664. Giovanni Andrea Rosetti , a late Poetical writer among the Italians , the Author of a Poem Entitled M●rmono d'Helicona ▪ Giovanni Andreini , another Italian , Author of a Fantastic Poem , as he himself calls it , Entitled Olivastro , which was printed at Bologna Anno 1642. Giovanni Antonio Flaminio , see Joannes Antonius Flaminius , in regard what he wrote was in Latin Verse . Giovanni Battista Marini , an Eminent Italian writer , who besides his Sonnets wrote an Heroic Poem Entitled Adonis . Giovanni Battista di Pesaro , another of the same Nation , not to be left out of the Number of Italian Poets . Giovanni Battista Pigna , a noted Italian Lyric Poet , whose Four Books of Sonnets were printed at Venice by Vincentius Valgrisius Anno 1553. with those of Calcagnino , Ariosto , and other Famous Poets of that kind . Giovanni Boccaccio de Certaldo , a most generally known and Extolled Florentine Writer , and worthily rank'd among the Poets not only for his Bucolies ▪ but several other writings of a poetical nature , as his Genealogia di Dei , his Huomini Illustri , his Decameron , &c. besides which he wrote several other things both Historical and Geographical ; he Flourish'd in the Year 1375. Giovanni della Casa , an Italian Lyric Poet , whose Rime or Sonnets were printed at Venice Anno 1559. Giovanni Georgio Trissini , a Knight and Count of Vicenza , of a very Celebrated Fame for what he hath written both in Poetry and Oratory ; he was Born in the Year 1478. being the Son of Gaspar Trissini , by Cecilia Bevilacqua , the Daughter of Gulielmo a Gentleman of Verona . Girolamo Caso an Italian Lyric Poet or Sonnet writer of Vderza . Girolamo Gratiani , an Italian , Author of a Poem Entitled La Cleopatra , which was printed at Venice Anno 1668. Girolamo Preti , see Ottavio Rinuccini . Girolamo Ronconio , a Dramatic writer of Siena , but chiefly for Pastorals . Giulio Goselani , an Italian writer of Rime or Sonnets , which were printed at Venice Anno 1588. Mr. Gomb●ud , a French Epigrammatist . Gothofredus Torinus , a French Poet , Eminent among the chief writers of Latin Verse of that Nation . Godfry Prior of Winchester , an Old English Poet as he is reckon'd , by Cambden in his Remains ; he is indeed a borde●er between the Antients and Moderns , for he Flourish'd about the Year 1100. Gnalterus de Castellione , a Philosopher , Theologist , and , as his Poem setting forth the Acts of Alexander the Great in Heroic Verse Testifies , Poet also , of Lisle in Flanders , though some ascribe this Work not to Gualterus , but Guillermus de Castellione , by whom then it is to be suppos'd to have been Dedicated to Gnalterus ▪ Guido Cavalcanti , see Ottavio Rinuccini . Guido , First Presbiter , then Bishop of Ferrara , who wrote in Verse Remarques upon the Old and New Testament , which Work he called the Pearl of the Bible , and Dedicated it to Pope Clement the 5 th , his Fame brake forth about the Year 1310. so that he was Contemporary with Dante , and as it were a Frontier Authour between the Ancients and the Moderns . Guidus Posthumus Sylvestris , a Poet of Pesaro , who wrote Two Books of Elegies to Pope Leo. Gulielmus Bigotius de la Valle , a French Poet whose Catoptron , a Poem containing precepts for the Instruction of Youth , is the principal of what is Extant of him . Gulielmus Budaeus , a most learned Parisian , among whose many Treatise ; in all sorts of Humane Literature ; his Elegies , Epigrams , and other things in Poetry are not forgotten . Gulielmus Durandus , Sirnamed Speculator , from his Treatise Entitled Speculum juris , a learned French Bishop , and one of the most noted Men of his time , ( and he was Flourishing about the Year 1300. ) for perfection in several Faculties ; so that he hath from Pasquier in his recherches de la France , the Character both of an Excellent Poet , solid Divine , and exact Lawyer . Gulielmus Gnapheus , a Poet of Hague , whose most noted Poems , besides his Comedies the Prodigal Son , and Misobarbarus , and his Tragecomedy Hypocrisis , are his Triumph of Eloquence in various Verse ; and his Poem of Psyche's Calamity and Restoration . Gulielmus Hondius , a late German Poet , whose Cithara Spiritualis Sex Chordarum was printed at Colen Anno 1637. Gulielmus Modicius , an Italian , for Latin Poesie reckon'd among the principal of that Nation . Gulielmus Salustius Bartasius , or du Bartas , a French Poet , whose Poem of the 6 days work of Creation , translated by Joshua Sylvester , hath had a very great Fame here in England , and is yet in great Esteem with many . Gulielmus X●lander , a learned both Logician , Mathematician , Musician , Historian , Philosopher , Linguist , and also Poet ( as Melchior Adams in his Life Characters him ) of Augusta , born in the Year of our Lord 1530. he was Professor of the Greec Tongue at Heidelberg . H. HAns Sacs Teucherus , a Poet of special note among the Germans . Helius Eobanus , a Hessian of like authority , and preheminence among the German Poets , as Tasso hath been among the Italians ; of his many poetical Works the chief are his Bucoli● Idyls , his Sylvae , his Elogies of Famous Men , his sacred Heroines , his description of the City Norimberg in Verse , and of the Prince of Hessen's Victory against the Sueves , besides his Elegant Version of Davids Psalms in Elegiac Verse . Henricus Curandinus , a German particularly taken notice of among those of that Nation that have been Eminent for Latin Poetry . Henricus Andersonus , a Scotch-man , whose Eglogues , and Musarum Querela are among the selected Works of other Noted Latin Poets of that Nation . Henricus Bebelius , a Poet of Justingen , a Town which gives Title to a Barony in the Circle of Suevia , who among many other things both in Prose and Verse wrote de Arte Condendorum Carminum . Henricus Danskinus one of the Society of those Eminent Latin Poets of Scotland , of whose Works a particular selection is publish'd . Henricus Ecardus , a Poet of Noremberg , in which Town his Poems were printed by Georgius Merkelius Anno 1553. Henricus Euticus , a Poet of Franconia , who wrote in Verse a Book of Jests , and Witty Conceits , a Satyre aginst Sophists , and Enemies of the study of Humanity , the praises of the B. Virgin , Epigrams , and some other things ; he Flourish'd Anno 1494. Henricus Florentinus wrote a description in Verse of the Grandeur and state of the Emperour Frideric , and is quoted by the Learned Felix Malleolus . Henry Glaphthorn , a Dramatic writer not altogether ill deserving of the English Stage by his Hollander , Ladies Priviledge and Wit in a Constable Comedies ; his Argalus and Parthenia a Pastoral ; and Albertus Wallestein a Tragedy . Henry Howard , the most Noble Earl of Surry , who Flourishing in the time of King Henry the 8 th , as his Name is sufficiently famous for the Martial Exploits of that Family for many Generations , so deserves he , had he his due , the particular Fame of Learning , Wit , and Poetic Fancy , which he was thought once to have made sufficiently appear in his publish'd Poems , which nevertheless are now so utterly forgoten , as though they had never been Extant , so Antiquated at present , and as it were out of fashion is the style and way of Poetry of that Age ; whereas an English writer of those times in a Treatise called the Art of English Poesie alledges , That Sir Th. Wiat the Elder , and Henry Earl of Surry were the Two Chieftains , who having Travelled into Italy , and there tasted the sweet and stately Measures and Style of the Italian Poesie , greatly polished our rude and homely manner of vulgar Poesie from what it had been before , and may therefore justly be shewed to be the Reformers of our English Meeter and Style . Henricus Husannus , a German conspicuous among the Latin Versifiers of that Nation . Henry King , late Bishop of Chichester , a no less Grave and Reverend Divine in his later time then , in his youthful Age , of an obliging Conversation by his Wit and Fancy , and both in his Younger and Elder Years a constant lover of Music , Poetry , and all Ingenuous Arts ; the Effect of his latest and most serious Muse being his generally admired and approved Version of Davids Psalms into English Meeter . Henricus Lo●itus Glareanus , a Helvetian of the Town of Clarona , among the vast number of whose Elaborate Treatises in various kinds of Learning ; his poetical pieces were both enow , and sufficiently in repute to gain him the Title of Poet Laureate ; nor was his Name less Eminent in Music : He is mentioned Flourishing at Friburg a Town of Bisgoia , in the Circle of Alsatia Anno 1551. Henricus Meibomius , an Elegant Poet , Expert Musitian , and Judicious Historian of Lemgoia , one of the 7 Free Cities in the Circle of Westphalia . Henry Lord Morly . a Nobleman of great account in the Reign of King Henry the 8 h , by whom he was sent with the Garter to the Arch-Duke of Austria : There are mentioned with Honour in our English Histories several Works of his writing , for the most part poetical , and particularly several Tragedies and Comedies . Henricus Oroeus , a not uneminent Modern writer of Latin Verse . Henricus Petreius , a noted both Civilian , and Poet of Hardcsia . Henry Picardet , a French-man , whose Poesies Francoises were printed at Paris Anno 1663. Henricus Ranzovius , a Learned German , particularly fam'd among many others of that Nation for his Excellent faculty in Latin Verse . Henricus Smetius , a Nobleman and Physitian of Alosta in Flanders , who besides his Prosodia , a well known and much used Book among the Versifying Boys in public Schools , by which they are taught the quantity of words in Latin Verse , by Examples out of all the choicest Latin Poets , had in his younger Years discover'd also his own petic Genius , in several peices of Latin Poesie , as his History of the Kings of Judah , his History of Susanna , his Treatise of several parts of Medicin , and his Translation of Homers Batram●omachia . Henry Vaughan , Sirnamed Silurist , from that part of Wales whose Inhabitants were formerly called Silures ; the Author of certain English Poems , which came forth Anno 1658. under the Title of Olor Iscanus . Henricus Rollochus , one of the Number of Scotch writers of Latin Verse , whose selected Poems are publish'd together . Hercules Strozza , see Titus . Hercole a Poet of Vdene , a Town under the Seignorie of Venice , chiefly known by his Psyche , o● Poem of the Soul. Hermannus Hugo , an Eminent Philosopher , Theologist , Musitian and Poet of Brussels in Flanders , from whose Original those Divine Emblematical Fancies that bear the Name of Quarles are derived . Hermolaus Barbarus , a Patrician , or Nobleman of Venice , whose profound Learning and great Parts advanc'd him to be Arch-Bishop and Patriarch of Aquileia , and afterwards to the Colledge of Cardinals . Hieronymus Amaltheus , a most excellent Philosopher and Physician by profession ; but moreover a Composer of such Elegant Verses for his diversion , that M. Antonins Muretus , an Exact Judge of those things , gives him the Palm before all the Italian Poets of his time ; he is mentioned Flourishing in the Year 1574. Hieronymus Balbus , a writer of Gorcum , who besides several prosaic Treatises , wrote a Book of Epigrams concerning the Turkish Affairs , to Pope Clement the ● h ; the mentioned time of his Flourishing is the Year 1520. Hieronymus Fracastorius , so profound in Philosophy , and the Mathematical Arts , especially Astronomy , and so happy a professour of Medicine , that he might well have been excus'd from Poetry ; yet his greatest Aemulators , saith Thuanus , could not but confess that his style came very near the Maiesty of Virgil. Hieronymus Donatus , an Eminent both Philosopher , Theologist , Mathematician , Oratour , and also Poet , by the Testimony of Angelus Politianus , who mentions him in his Miscellanies . Hieronymus Guntius , a Poet of Bibrac , one of the 35 Free Cities in the Circle of Suevia , who supply'd several Greec Poets of the latter date , as Prodromus , Xanthopulus , Psellius , Philus , Callieles , and Nonnus Panopolita , a multitude of Verses expung'd and lost by the injury of time , and other accidents , to which their Manuscripts had been expos'd , besides several Epigrams of his own both in Latin and Greec . Hieronymus Spartanus , the Author of a Poem printed by J. Oporinus at Basil Anno 1550. Entitled Miles Christianus , written in Elegiac Verse . Hieronymus Zieglerus , a writer of divers Tragecomedies , and other Dramatic pieces out of the Old and New Testament , as his Protoplastus , Immolation of Isaac , Nomothesia , Sampson , Heli , out of the Old ; his Vineyard , Ophiletes , and Royal Marriage out of the New ; besides a Tragedy out of Prophane History , Entitled Cyrus Major . Hippolytus Capilupus , an Italian of paincipal Note and Fame among the Latin Poets of that Nation . Honoratus Tascitellus , an Italian Author of a very Elegant Latin Poem Dedicated to the Lady of Piscaria . Honorio Navazzotti , an Italian Poet , who by his Poem Celebrating the Vertues of a 100 Noble Women of Casal , celebrates his own memory . Hubertus Susannius , a Writer of Soissons , both in Prose and Verse , of which last kind are his Book of Epigrams , his Book of Games , his Eclogue entitled Sylvius , his Poem upon the Resurrection , with some other things of various subject . Hugo Grotius , a Native of Delph in Holland , born in the year of our Lord 1513 , whose equal in fame for Wit & Learning , Christendom of late Ages hath rarely produc'd , particularly of so happy a Genius in Poetry , that had his Annals , his Book De Veritate Christianae Religionis , De Satisfactione Christi , and other his extolled works in Prose , never come to Light , his extant and universally approved Latin Poems , had been sufficient to gain him a Living Name . Huldricus Huttenus , a German born , but Knight of France , among whose Poetical works collected together and printed at Frank ford an . 1538 , are his Satyr against the times of Julius Secundus , his Hortatory to the Emperour Maximilian , to prosecute his War against the Venetians , his Poem in Heroic Verse concerning the Fishing of the Venetians , his Marcus in the same kind , a pleasant Poem entitled Outis , &c. Huldricus Scoberus , another German Poetical Writer of the number of those Latin Versifiers of that Nation , whose fames are not obscure among the Learned . Huldricus Vannius , a Poet of Ausburg , the Author of a Heroic Poem entitled Christs Passion . Humbertus Momnoretanus , the Authour of a Sylva in praise of Upper Burgundy , which is printed with Gilbertus Cognatus his Descriptiou of Burgundy . Humphry Mills , a Poetical Writer of the last Age , but whose name I believe by this time is known to few , notwithstanding two Volumes of his Poetry were once publisht under the title of the Melancholy Vision , consisting of several Moral and Divine Contemplations . I. Jacobus Balde , a Jesuit , of whom there are extant Miscellaneous Poems , divided into 4 tomes . Iacobus Catzius , an eminent Low-Country Man , both for Dignity , for he was Syndic of West-Freise Land , and Gelder Land , and his zeal to Learning and the Arts , among which Poetry was not his least excellency , as appears by his Patriarcha Bigamus publisht with several Poems of Gaspar Barlaeus , and Cornelius Boius , by both whom he was highly celebrated . Iacobus Ceporinus , a learned Grammarian and Commentatour of Zurich one of the Chief Cantons of Switzers , much esteem'd for his Scholia's upon Hesiod , Dionysius Afer , and Aratus , as also for a Book of Lepid Greec Epigrams of his own Composing . Iacobus Crellius , wrote in Greec Verse Arguments upon all the Books of the Old and New Testament . Iacobus Crittonius , a Scotch , Writer , particularly in Latin Verse , among several other noted Men of that Nation , of whose Latin Poems there is a Select collection . Iacobus Ghibbesius ; a late Authour of Lat. Odes , which were printed at Rome an . 1665. Iacobus Grevinus , an advancer in the Study of Poetry ( to which in his younger years he especially addicted himself ) to that degree that Thuanus mentioning with praise his Gelodachrys and other Poems , thinks him wo●thy to be compar'd with the most admir'd of his time , either of France or other parts , and for his Version of Nicander into French Verse , ( when not totally abandoning Poetry , he betook himself to Physic ) with the most elegant of the Ancient Greecs and Latins : he was flourishing about the year 1570 , but what ever else , he intended to oblige the World with ; immature death prevented . Iacobus Iaspar , a Danish Poet , who wrote a Consolatory Poem to the Prince of Orange , upon the death of his First-born Daughter , and a Genethliacon upon the Birth of Renatus the young Prince , both which are printed with Gilbertus Cognatus his Description of Burgundy . Jacobus Lectius , a late German Poet , whose Varia Poemata were printed at Geneva , an . 1609. Jacobus Macolonus , a Scotch-Man , whose Anthroporia Xeniorum is extant among the Selected works of others of the prime Latin Poets accounted of that Nation Jacobus Micyllus , a fam'd Writer of Strasburg , whose Epigrams both Greec and Latin , Elegy of the Falcon and the Pie , Epistle to Joachimus Camerarius in Elegiac Verse foretelling the precise time of the ruin of the old Castle of Heidelberg , speak him no less a Poet then the rest of his elaborate Works a universal Schollar . Jacobus Montanus , a Poet of Spire , one of the 18 Imperial Cities : He wrote Christs Passion in four Books in Elegiac Verse , Hymns upon the Feast daies of the whole year , in divers kinds of Verse , the Heroe of Tarsus , or the Life of St. Paul , in Heroic Verse , beside some things in Prose . Jacobus Rueff , a Chirurgian of Zurick , who besides several useful things in Prose , among which is his Catalogue of the Chief Physitians and Astrologers to his time ; wrote also several things in Dramatic Poetry , as his Comedy of William Thel , the principal promoter of the Helvetian Conspiracy , the Rape of Paulina , the Cheat of the Priests of Isis , with some others of Divine argument taken out of the Holy Scripture . Jacobus Sadoletus , see Giacopo Sadoletti . Jacobus Schoepperus Fremonianus , the Author of a Tragi-Comedy entitled the Monomachie , or single Combta between David and Goliab . Jacobus Wimphelingus , a Native of Sledstadt in Germany , and Presbyter of the Church of Spire , a very copious and fruitful writer both in Prose and Verse , of which last kind were his Poem in praise of the B. Virgin in Elegiac Verse , dedicated to Bartholdus Arch-Bishop of Mentz , his Angelical Nuncio in Heroic Verse , his Poem to Philip Count Palatine in Heroic Verse , his Elegy to his Eldest Son Lewis , his Poem to Eberhard Duke of Wirtenberg in Heroic , not to mention his Hymns , Epigrams and other various Pieces of Poetry . He flourisht at Spire an . 1494. Iacobus Zevecotius , a Hollander esteem'd among the Chief of Belgic writers in Latin Verse , and of whose Poems there are particularly quoted by learned Men ; his Elegies , his Tragedy Terris-munda , and his Maria Graeca . Iames Shirly , a just pretender to more then the meanest Place among the English Poets , but most especially for Dramatic Poesy , in which he hath written both very much ; and for the most part with that felicity , that by some he is accounted little inferiour to Fletcher himself ; his Comedies are the Ball , the Humorous Courtier , the Brothers , Love in a Maze , the Gamester , the Grateful Servant , the Bird in a cage , the Constant Maid , the Coronation , the Court Secret , the Example , Hide Park , the Lady of pleasure , the Opportunity , the Wedding , the Witty fair one , the Royal Master : Tragedies , the Cardinal , the Maids Revenge , Chabot Admiral of France , the Traitour ; the Imposture , a Tragy-Comedy ; Arcadia , a Pastoral , &c. Iames Stuart , a King of Scotland , the first of that Name , who being taken prisoner , and brought to London , where he was educated in all kind of Liberal and accomplishing Arts and Sciences , prov'd a great proficient in all , and particularly left recorded Memorials behind him of his perfection in Music and Poetry . Ianus Antonius Balyfius , one of the chief ornaments of his time for polite Learning , but most peculiarly eminent for what he hath imparted to the world of his Poetical fancy . Ianus Chunradus Rhumelius , a writer of Latin Verse , with success sufficient to be rankt among the Cheif of modern Latin Poets . Ianus Anysius , a writer of Satyrs and other Poems , which he dedicated to Cardinal Pompeio Colonua . Ianus Cornarus , a learned German Author of Zwiccaria , among whose multitude of other works , his Carmen Propempticon to Franciscus a Stiten , is not forgotten , he is mention'd flou rishing in the year 1551. Janus Douza , a Belgic both Poet and Oratour , born at Nortwick in Holland , of a Noble Family ; what with his Poems wherein he discovered a most acute wit and sublime fancy , and the Annals he wrote of his own Country , with no less judgment then learning , he obtain'd to be generally styl'd the Varro of Batavia , and Common Oracle of the Academy . He is recorded flourishing in the year 1604. Janus Lernutius , a learned German , particularly remember'd among those of that Nation that have a fame in Latin Poetry . Jean de Marests , a French Author of a Poem entitled Clovis , or La France Christienne . Janus Pannonius , a Poet of Hungary , of whose Poems there are extant his Panegyrical Sylva , to the Bishop of Funfkirken , his Panegyries to Gavariuo of Verona , and Giacopo Antonio Marcello of Venice , his Proseu●htich to Frederik the 3 d for the Peace of Italy , besides Epigrams , Elegies and other Miscellanies . Janus Parrhasius , a Calabrian , proclam'd by Alstedius the most excellent Poet of his time ; he was born in the year of our Lord 1470. Joachimus Axonius , a Poetical writer among the Latin Versifiers of Belgium , or the Low-Countrys . Joachimus Bellaius , a Kinsman of Cardinal Bellaius , in whose Family , for he himself was not a Person of any great Fortune , he enjoy'd a happy vacancy to his study and Muse , to which he was wonderfully addicted : his Tristia , and his Ludi Rustici are particularly mention'd by Thuanus , with commendation . Joachimus Camerarius , a universally learned and most renowned writer , among whose almost innumerable Volumes there are not a few in Verse , as particularly his Precepts for Childrens decent behaviour , his Description of the Constellations , his Prognostics of the weather ▪ all in Elegiac Verse ; also his Epigrams for the Ordering Diet , in respect to the alteration of the year . Joachimus Myrioianus , a German of whose Poetical writings , there are extant his Verses against Luther , his Elegy upon the death of Empserus his Epicedium to Simon Pistor , upon the death of his Wife & his Paraph●ase in Verse upon the Lords Prayer . Ioachimus Mynsingerus Dentatus , a Jurisconsult by Profession , of Frundeck in Germany , but not thereby wholly taken off from his addiction to the Muses , by whose instinct he wrote among other things a Poem , which by its title Austrias pretends to be Heroic . Ioachimus Vadianus , a Helvetian , both Physician , Poet and Orator ; the chief of whose Poetic works are his Poem in praise of the Emperours Frederic the third , and his Son Maximilian , his Epi●aph of Rodolphus Bishop of Wurtsburg , his Eglogue entitled Faustus , his Elegy of the Armories and Ensigns of honour given by Sigismund K. of the Romans to the Family of the Vadiani , his Elegy describing his combat with Death , and his Ode upon the Resurrection ; he died in the year of our Lord 1551. Ioan●es Albinus , a German Poet eminent among the writers of Latin Verse of that Nation . Ioannes Alexander Brassicanus , an industrious publisher of several antient Authors , which were before unknown , as the workes of Eucherius , the Greec Geoponics of Constantine , Bishop Salvianus his Book of judgment and Providence , and Petronius Arbiter's Satyrs , besides what he set forth of the productions of his own fancy , which were his Idyliium to Charles King Elect of the Romans , Elegies , Epigrams , Dialogues in Verse , and other Poems . Ioannes Altus , a Poet of Hessen , who wrote an Epithalamium to Ioannes Fabricius Montanus , and put into Verse Suetonius his History of the 12 Cesars . Ioannes Antonius Flaminius , a writer of Forum Cornelii , a Principal Town of Flaminia , who wrote in Latin Verse 2 Books of Sylvae , and 3 of Epigrams , besides an elegant Paraphrase upon several of Davids Psalms ; in Prose a Treatise of the several Sects of Philosophers , and of the original of Philosophy . Ioannes Antonius Hermaphroditus , the Author of certain Verses which are extant among other choice Poetical Collections in Albertus de Eyb's Margarita Poetica . Joannes Arnolletus , the Author of a small triple Poem entitled Faith , Hope and Charity , which not amounting to a Volume of it self , was printed with a Collection of Choice Poems of several Authors by Robert Winter at Basil . Joannes Arnoldus , a Poet of Bergella , who wrote an Encomium upon the Invention of Chalcography in Elegiac Verse . Joannes Atrocianus , a German Author next after whose Commentaries upon Macer's Book of Planets , there is mention'd an Elegy of his upon the Rustic war , begun in Germany in the year 1525 ; he is mention'd flourishing in the year 1528. Joannes Aventinus , a writer of several Treatises in Prose , especially in Grammar , and not altogether a stranger to Verse , in which however he is only taken notice of for his Hymn of the Celestial Sphaere . Joannes Anratus , The Regius Professor of the Greec Tongue at Paris under Charles the 9 th of France , and one of the 3 most approved French Poets , ( the other two were Hospitalius and Turnebus ) whom Vtenhovius in a Latin Distich sets in Competition against 6 Italians , namely Sanazarius , Fracastorius , Flaminius , Vidas , Navagerius and Bembus . Joannes Aurelius Angurellus , a Poet of Rimini , who being addicted to that kind of Mysterious Philosophy , that pretends to the finding out of the Phisopher's Stone , wrote a Poem in Heroic Verse , entitled Chrysopoea , or The Art of making Gold in 3 Books , which he dedicated to Pope Leo the 10 th ; another call'd Geronticon in one Book , besides 5 Books of Iambics , 2 of Sermones , and 2 of Odes . Joannes Baleus , an English writer , who flourisht in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth , best known by his Treatise , which give ; account of all the Eminent writers of our Nation of what Art or Faculty soever , and by what he hath thereby contributed to this work , the better meriting to be here inserted , to which place the title he derives is by those Dramatic Pieces out of Holy Scripture , which we find enumerated among the rest of his works . Ioannes Baptista Almadianus , a Viterbian , of whom there are several Elegies in Latin Verse upon the death of Platina , extant at the end of Platina's works . Ioannes Baptista Egnatius , an Eminent and General Professor of the Liberal Arts at Venice , of which Citty he was also a Native ; the only Monument of whose Poetic Genius we find mentioned among many other of his Volumes , is his Panegyric in Heroic Latin Verse , upon Francis the first of that Name , King of France . * Ioannes Baptista Pigna , another Venetian , of whose writings there are 4 Books of Sonnets printed at Venice , together with the Sonnets of Celio Calcagnino , and Ludovico Ariosto , by Vincentio Valgrisio . Ioannes Baptista Scaphenatius , a Milanese , of whose writing something is preserv'd among the Collected works of several Eminent Italian writers of Latin Poetry . Ioannes Barclaius , a most acute learned and Elegant Scochman , and very famous for what he hath writen both in Prose and Verse ; but especially for his Argenis , and his Euphormio , both which works , though written for the most part in solute Oration , yet may very well be accounted Poems , not only for that they are intersperst throughout with Verse , but also for that they have their Political and Moral truths allegoris'd or coucht under feign'd and invented Story . Ioannes Boccatius , see Giovanni Boccatio . Ioannes Bonfinius , a Frenchman of Auvergne , whose Basia and other Poems were printed at Leiden an . 1656. Ioannes Busmannus , a writer of Poems which were printed at Wirtemberg an . 1337. Ioannes Carbonirosa , an Author of Kirkhoven , who among other things wrote certain Dramatic Pieces out of the Holy Scripture . Joannes Columbinus , the Author of a little Poem entiled Contra Philomusum , or against the Contemners of School Divinity . Joannes Cotta , a native of Ponte Aliaco , a Town upon the River Athesis , who publisht an Elegant Book of Latin Epigrams ; but whose Noble Book of Chorographie begun in Verse , was not only left unfinisht , but also that which was done of it lost , together with his learned Scholia upon Plinie . Joannes Crato , a Silesian , born at Vratisla●● the Cheif City of that Country , in the year of our Lord 1512 ; he is styl'd by Boisa●dus in his Icones the Hierophantes of all polite Literature , and had indeed the general reputation as well of an excellent Poet as of a profound Philosopher , and most skilful Physician ; but for being so great a Philosopher and Physician , it was , that he remain'd Counsellor and Chief Physician for 26 years to 3 Emperours successively , Ferdinand the first , Maximilian the second , and Rodulphus the second . Joannes Dantiscus , a Polonian , who wrote in Heroic Verse a Poem entitled Soteria , to Sigismund de Erberstein , a Knight of Poland , upon his return from Muscovie ; another upon the Victory of Sigismund King of Poland against the Waywod of Moldavia : also a Sylva in Elegiac Verse , upon the calamities of his times . He was flourishing in the year 1531. Joannes Elius , a writer of Divine Odes , mention'd in Hervagius his Catalogue . Joannes Fabritius , a Native of Berkena , in Lower Alsatia , who wrote in Verse the History of Gulielmus Thellius , which dedicating to Conradus Pellicanus , he publisht himself with other Poems of his : He flourisht at Zurich in the year 1554. Joannes Filiczkius , a Hungarian Poet , remembred for what he hath written in Latin Verse among the Chief of that Nation . Joannes Franciscus Camaenus , a Native of Perusia , a Town of Hetruria , but under the Pope's Dominion , who wrote an Heroic Poem ( in name at least ) of the Rape of Philenis , which with several other Poems , as Eclogues , Elegies , Epigrams , Odes , Epicedia , &c. was printed at Venice , by Gulielmo de Fontaneto an . 1520. Ioannes Franciscus Mutius , an Italian , of whom what is extant in Latin Verse is to be found among the selected workes of divers of the principal Latin Poets of that Nation . Ioannes Franciscus Picus Mirandula , the Nephew of that Miracle of his time Picus Count of Mirandula , and as related to him by Blood , so also by Ingenuity and perfection of learning : both his Books de Veritate Fidei Christianae , and also his Sacred Poems are mentioned with high commendation by Paulus Iovius , in his Elogies , and also by Boissartus in his Icones . Ioannes Franciscus Quintianus Stoa , an Italian writer of very many Poetical things in Latin Verse , besides some in Prose ; among his first kind are his Threnodies upon the deaths of the K. of France , the K. of Scots , Queen Anne , Philippus Beroaldus , &c. His Poem of the Amours of Mars and Venus in 8 Books , his Cleopolis or Sylva upon the Glory of the City of Paris , his Sylva in praise of Marinus Beichemius , his Theandrogenosis and Theanastasis , the first an Ode upon our Saviours Nativity , the second a Sylva upon his Resurrection , 7 Tragedies , whereof 2 Divine ; and 5 Comedies . Ioannes de Gerson , a French Author of a most wonderful multitude of Volumes , whereof some in Verse , particularly his Epithalamium upon the Mystical Marriage betwen a Divine and the Study of Theology . He was Chancellor of the Parisian Academy , and is mentioned flourishing in the year of our Lord 1429. Ioannes Fungerus , a German , who sung in Heroic Verse the Acts of Maurice William Governor of Friseland . Ioannes Gigas , the Author of a Treatise concerning the Certainty of Christian Religion ; to which are added his Divine Poems , besides which he wrote many things in Poetry , as Sylvae , Epigrams , Elegies , and among the rest his Elegy upon the 2 Eclipses of the Moon that hapened in the year 1538. his Funeral Elegy upon John Prince of Saxonie , his Encomium upon the City of Leipsich , and his Epicedium upon the death of Erasmus . Joannes Gilleius , a Burgundian , who among other things wrote an Elegant Description of the Stately House and Gardens of Pagn●l , belonging to the Gileian Family , and of the City of Salines , and the River Furiosa flowing by it ; together with the Famous Wilderness belonging to the Sieur Du Sachet . Joannes Girardus , the Author of a Poem entitled Divionensis Stichostratia , with two Centuries of Epigrams . Joannes Grasserus , the Author of certain Latin Poems , which were printed at Colen , an . 1595. Joannes Hasembergius , a Bohemian , no less mention'd for his Drolling Verses upon Martin Luther , then for his being Tutor to the Emperor Ferdinand's Children . Joannes Honterus , an Eminent Geographer of Cronstadt , in Transilvania , who among divers Geographical Treatises , wrote one in Hexameter Verse , divided into four Books , entitled Rudimenta Geographica . Joannes Hospinianus Steinanus , a Helvetian , who besides several Treatises in Prose , wrote in Verse a Panegyric upon the Lord Magnus ab Emer● shofen , several Epithalamia or Nuptial Poems . Joannes Jacobus Gabianus , the Author of a Poem entitled Romanensium Victoria , with the Office and Commendation of St. Columbanus in Verse , Tetrasticks of the Saints , and Distichs of Morality , with other things . Joannes Jovianus Pontanus , a very renowned Philosopher , Orator , and Poet ; first Tutor and afterwards Secretary to Alphonso the Younger King of Naples , among his Poetical works , were his five Books of the Constellations , his Book of Meteors , his Poem of the Culture of Citron , entitled The Hesperian Gardens , in 6 Books , his Lepidina , or Pastoral Pomps , his Bucolics , Melissus , Maeon , & Acon , &c. Joannes Lanterbachius , an Author sufficiently Eminent among the German writers in Latin Verse . Joannes Leochaeus , a learned Scotchman , of considerable repute for his Elegant Latin Poems entitled Musae Priores , which in his late Majesties Reign were printed at London , and dedicated to William Earl of Pembrok . Ioannes Linkius , a German , reputed one of the Chief among the Latin Poets of that Nation . Ioannes Lorichius Hadamarus , a well approv'd German Author , especially for what he hath written in Poetry , as his Book of Riddles , and his Ecclesiasticus in Latin Verse ; as also his Catalogue of Ancient Civilians in Elegiac Verse , with some other things . Ioannes Ludovicus Brassicanus , a German , whose Carmen Odoeporicon to Ioachimus Camerarius , is the cheif of what I find mentioned of his Poetry : In Prose he wrote a Comment upon Cicero's Book De Legibus , and other noted things . Ioannes Major , a Belgian , reckon'd among the Principal writers of that Country in Latin Poetry . Ioannes Maria Velmatius , an Italian , whose Latin Muse travell'd through the whole Bible . Joannes Maurus , the Author of a late Latin Poem , entitled Theatrum Vniversae vanitatis , printed at Paris anno 1668. Joannes Mercurius Morsheimerus , a German , who wrote a Poem in Elegiac Verse , in praise of Autumn ; he flourisht at Heidelberg an . 1552. Joannes Metellanus , a Scotchman , whose Epigrams are publisht among the selected Poems of several others , esteemed the Cheif Latin Versifiers of that Nation . Joannes Morisotus , a Physician of Dole , who besides what he wrote in Prose , both in Physic and several other subjects , wrote also in Verse , Ethologia in 10 Eclogus , 6 Aucupatory Eclogues , 7 Books of Odes , a Poem entitled Herculeis , another Antonias , or the Life of St. Antony ; the Tragedy of Dido , 2 Books of Divine Epigrams , and other things . Joannes Muscopius , a German , mention'd particularly for his Epithalamium upon the Nuptials of Simon R●stius , with Margereta , the Daughter of Antonius Turlera . Ioannes Passeratius , a Professor of the Latin Tongue in the University of Paris , where what he wrote as well in Verse as in solute Oration , both in the French and Latin Tongues , had no vulgar repute ; the mention'd time of his Flourishing is the year 1602. Ioannes Phernandus , a German , who besides other things , in Verse , wrote the hours of the Holy Cross , and of the Compassion of the B. Virgin in Elegiac Verse : he flourisht an . 1494. Ioannes Picus , Count of Mirandula , the Phoenix of his Age , and darling of the Muses , as he is styl'd by Scaliger : Sixtus Senensis also in his Bibliotheca , for his many concurring excellencies , as his rare Beauty of Body and Mind , his Nobility of Birth , admirable Wit and profound Literature , Sirnames him the Phoenix ; but Politian in his Epistles , among other great Characters gives him particularly that of egregious Poet : what Miracle then would he have been , had be liv'd longer ? for he died in the 32 year of his age , being the year of our Lord ▪ 1449. Joannes Pierius , a Poet of Valeria , among whose Poems there are noted his Fable of Leucippus , and that of the Carp-Fish , his Epistle of Protesilaus to Laodamia , his Amicitia Romana , his Joathas , &c. Joannes Pedioneus , a Writer of Hymns in Latin Verse . Joannes Posselius , a learned Writer ( among other things ) of Rules or Precepts of human Life in Greec Verse . Joannes Posthius , a learned both Physitian and Poet , born in the Palatinate anno 1537 ; his Poetical works were his Parerga Poetica ; his works belonging to Physic , his Anatomical Observations , and some other things . Joannes Rhellicanus , a Poet of Zurich in Switzerland , who at the end of Homer's Life , which he translated out of Plutarch , hath a Poem entitled Stockhornias , in which he describes a journy he made over the Mountain Stockhorn , in the Territory of Bearn : He wrote also another Poem of the 3 Men of Baden , who were beheaded for Religion ; he was flourishing anno 1538. Joannes Richius , a Poet of Annoveriacum , who in a Poem which he wrote in Heroic Verse of the Nuptials of Volradus Count of Waldec and Anastasia the Daughter of the Count of Swarzemburg ; gives a summary view of the Lives and Transactions of several of the Counts of Waldec : he also wrote a Propempticon of the Lord Franciscus a Stiten , taking a Journy into Livonia . Joannes Rosa , one of those Latin Poets accounted of the prime of Scotland , who are joyn'd together in a publisht Collection of their several Selected Works . Joannes Sambucus , a Hungarian , accounted one of the Chief of that Country for Latin Poesy ; there are principally taken notice of his Carmina Ethica , or Moral Precepts in Verse . Joannes Sapidus , a Poet of Schledstadt , one of the Imperial Cities in the Circle of Rhine . He wrote , besides Epigrams and other Miscellaneous Poems , his Anabion , or Lazarus redivivus , a Divine Comedy . Joannes Schosserus , a German Writer , well approv'd for his Latin Poems . Ioannes Scotus Scototarvatius , a Scotch Knight , and Person of Eminent Dignity in the State , yet more advanc't in Fame , by the Place his Elegies have obtain'd among the most esteem'd Latin Poets of that Nation . Joannes Secundus , an Elegant Poetical Writer of Hague , as appears by his 3 Books of Elegies , his Funera , Epigrams , Basia , Odes , Epistles , and Sylvae . Joannes Sekervius , a Poet of Vratislaw , one of the Chief Cities of Poland , of whose Poetical invention there are principally mention'd 2 Elegies of Jacob and Esau , reciprocal from one to the other . Joannes Serranus , a Gallic Writer of Vivar , whose Version of several of the Psalms of David , exceed in the judgement of Duport , what ever had been done before of that kind . Joannes Simonius , a German , among whose Poems we find his Princeps most especially quoted . Joannes Sommerus , a Hungarian of no obscure Note , for what he hath written in Latin Verse . Joannes Spangenbergius , a German Theologist and Preacher at Northausen , an Imperial Town in the Circle of Saxonie , who as he wrote many things in Prose , so he was not averse to Poetry , as appears by his Version of David's Psalms into Elegiac Verse . Joannes Stabius , an Austrian , both Poet and Mathematician , and honour'd with the Title of Historian to the Emperour Maximilian : several things he wrote in Verse , but what he wrote in Prose were chiefly Astronomical and Geographical . Joannes Stella , a Venetian Poet , who wrote the Lives of several Popes , in Latin Verse . Joannes Stigelius , a famous German Astronomer , and not obscure Poet , which last Character he bears from his Epithalamium of Georgius Sabinus , and Anne the Daughter of Philip Melanction ; his Versification of several of David's Psalms , with other Scripture Hymns ; his Epicedium upon the death of Euricius Cordus , another upon the death of Anne Wife of Philip Earl of Nassaw ; his Eclogue Jolas , upon the Emperour Charles 5 th , &c. He Flourisht in the year 1554. Joannes Tetthingerus , an Author of Tubingen , one of the 16 Earldoms in the Circle of Suevia , who set forth in Heroic Verse the 4 Wirtembergs wars , which lasted for many years ; he flourisht at Pfullendorf anno 1534. Joannes Thomas Musconius , a Member of that Society of Italian Poets , who are joyn'd together in a Publisht Collection of their selected Works in Latin Verse . Joannes Thuilius , a Poet of Mons-Mariae , who saluted Nicolaus Contarenus Duke of Venice , with a Solemn Panegyric in Verse , and was highly in Favour with Andreas Maurocenus , and Dominicus Molinus for his Exalted Vein in Poetry . Joannes Versola , a Spaniard , who by King Philip the Second then in England , and Married to our Queen Mary , was sent Embassadour to Rome . The Verses which he took delight to Compose in the interval of his more serious affairs , had the esteem of Learned Men , and were printed at Panormus in Sicily , under the Title of Epistles . Ioannes Vrsinus , an Eminent Professor of Medicine , which Apollo-like he joyned with Poetry : he described in Elegiac Verse the Prosopopoea or Metaphorical Representation of divers Animals , as also the Diaetetical part of Medicine : besides a little Book of Moral Sentences in Verse , like that of Cato . Iodocus Badius Ascentius , a Commentatour upon Tully's Offices and Epistles , and Boethius de Consolatione Philosophiae : Erasmus compares him to Budaeus , whom he calls the Ornament of France . Moreover , by a late English Author he is character'd the most famous Philosopher , Rhetorician and Poet of his time . Iodocus Gallus , a Dr of Theology of Rubeaqua , a Town in Upper Alsatia , and Pastor of the Church of Spire , who besides several Theological Treatises , in Prose , wrote Epigrams in divers kinds of Verse . Iohn Cleaveland , a Notable High soaring Witty Loyalist of Cambridge , whose Verses in the time of the Civil War begun to be in great request , both for their Wit and zeal to the King's cause , for which indeed he appear'd the first , if not only , Eminent Champion in Verse against the Presbyterian Party ; but most especially against the Kirck and Scotch Covenant , which he prosecuted with such a Satyrical fury , that the whole Nation fares the worse for it , lying under a most grievous Poetical Censure . In fine , so great a Man hath Cleaveland been in the Estimation of the generality , in regard his Conceits were out of the common road , and Wittily far fetch 't , that Grave Men in outward appearance have not spar'd in my hearing to affirm him the best of English Poets , and let them think so still , who ever please , provided it be made no Article of Faith. S r John Davis , the Learned and well accomplisht Father of a no less learned and accomplisht Daughter the present Countess Dowager of Huntington : his Poem Nosce teipsum , ( besides which and his Orchestra publisht together with it , both the products of his younger years ) I remember to have seen from the hands of the Countess a judicious Metaphrase of several of David's Psalms ) is said to have made him first known to Queen Elizabeth , and afterwards brought him in favour with King James , under whose auspices addicting himself to the Study of the Common Law of England , he was made the King's First Serjeant , and afterwards his Attorney General in Ireland . S r John Denham , late Surveyour of his Majestie 's Works ; but of a much more ce●ebrated memory by the Fame of what he hath written in Poetry , especially his Coopers Hill , and his Tragedy The Sophi , which having been long since publisht and in general esteem , came forth again a few years since , joyn'd with the rest of his Poetical Works , which together amount to a considerable Volume . John Donne , a Student in his younger years in Lincoln's Inne , whither he betook himself from the University of Oxford ; but instead of po●ing upon readious Reports , Judgments and Statute Books , he accomplisht himself with the politer kind of Learning , moderately enjoy'd the pleasures of the Town , and frequented good Company , to which the sharpness of his Wit , and gayety of Fancy , render'd him not a little grateful ; in which state of life he compos'd his more brisk and Youthful Poems , which are rather commended for the heighth of Fancy and acutness of conceit , then for the smoothness of the Verse . At last by King James his command , or rather earnest persuasion , setting himself to the study of Theology , and entring into Holy Orders , he was first made Preacher of Lincoln's Inne , afterwards advanc't to be Dean of Pauls : and as of an Eminent Poet he became a much more Eminent Preacher , so he rather improved then relinquisht his Poetical Fancy ; only converting it from human and worldly to Divine and Heavenly subjects . John Driden , Poet Laureat , and Historiographer to His present Majesty : with whom such hath been the approbation and acceptance his Poetry hath obtained , especially what he hath written of Dramatic , with wonderful success to the Theater Royal , viz. Comedies , several abounding with no vulgar wit and ingenuity , as the Maiden Queen , the Wild Gallant , the Mock Astrologer , Marriage a la mode , the Amourous Old Woman , the Assignation : Tyrannic Love , and Amboyna Tragedies ; besides Historical Drama's ; viz. the Indian Emperor , and two parts of the Conquests of Granada , in which if he have indulg'd a little too much to the French way of continual Rime and interlarding of History with ascititious Love and Honour , I am apt to impute it rather to his complying with the modyfied an gallantish humour of the time , then to his own well examined judgment . Iohn Fletcher , one of the happy Trinmvirat ( the other two being Iohnson and Shakespear ) of the Chief Dramatic Poets of our Nation , in the last foregoing Age , among whom there might be said to be a symmetry of perfection , while each excelled in his peculiar way : Ben. Iohnson in his elaborate pains and knowledge of Authors , Shakespear in his pure vein of wit , and natural Poetic heighth ; Fletcher in a courtly Elegance , and gentile familiarity of style , and withal a wit and invention so overflowing , that the luxuriant branches thereof were frequently thought convenient to be lopt off by his almost inseparable Companion Francis Beaumont . Iohn Ford , a Dramatic Writer some years since , of Tragedies and Comedies , in their season I suppose not wholly strangers to the English Stage : His Tragedies The Broken Heart , Loves Sacrifice , and 'T is pitty she 's a Whore ; his Comedies the Fancies & the Lady's Tryall , he wrote also a Tragy-Comedy Loves Labyrinth , besides the Dramatic History of Perkin Warbec . S r John Gowr , a very Famous English Poet in his time , and counted little inferiour , if not equal to Chaucer himself ; who was his Contemporary , and some say his Scholar and Successor in the Laurel : For Gowr was also both Poet Laureat and Knight . His Cheif Works may be gather'd from his Tomb in St. Mary Overeis Church , where lying buried , he is represented with his head upon three large Volumes thus inscribed , the first Votum Meditantis ; the next Confessio Amantis , the 3 d Vox clamantis , of which last being printed in the Reign of King Henry the 8 th , the Impression is not yet totally extinguisht : the other two , doubtless , if not printed , are preserved in Public Libraries : For his Confessio Amantis I have seen in a private Library , in a large Folio Manuscript of Vellam fair written , containing the whole circuit of Natural Philosophy , and the allegories of all the Poeticall Fictions ; but that there were other things of his writing appears by what is extant of him in Chaucers publisht Works . Iohn Hall , a Poetical writer , who never having had any great Fame , that ever I heard of , no wonder if now totally forgotten ; especially since his Poem entitled The Court of Vertue , was publisht no less while ago then the year 1565. Of the same name also flourisht within these 30 years a Bishopric of Durham Man , who besides his juvenile Poems , memorable only for their airy and youthful wit , improv'd afterwards to a more substantial reputation for what , he has wrote as well in Verse as Profe ; but a Poem he began of great and general expectation among his Friends , had he liv'd to compleat it , would doubtless have very much advanc't and compleated his Fame . Iohn Harding , a writer recorded in History for one of the Chief of his time ; viz. the Reign of K. Edward the 4 th , and claiming his Seat among the Poetical Writers , by his Chronicle in English Verse . Iohn Hauvise , a Monk of St. Albans , whom living about the Reign of K. Richard the first , or not long after , Camden quoting him in several places of his remains , reckons among the Chief of English Latin Poets of that Age. Iohn Hoddesdon , one of the last Age , who with his Sion and Parnassus , makes a shift to croud in among many others , not of the greatest Fame . And so likewise , Iohn Kennedie , a Scotchman , with his History in Verse of Lycanthropos and Lucilla . Iohn Lane , a fine old Queen Elizabeth Gentleman , who was living within my remembrance , and whose several Poems , had they not had the ill fate to remain unpublisht , when much better meriting then many that are in print , might possibly have gain'd him a name not much inferiour , if not equal to Drayton , and others of the next rank to Spencer ; but they are all to be produc't in Manuscript , namely his Poetical Vision , his Alarm to the Poets , his Twelve Months , his Guy of Warwic , a Heroic Poem ( at least as much as many others that are so Entitled ) and lastly his Supplement to Chaucers Squires Tale. Iohn Leland , an Antiquary of London , who Flourisht in the year 1546 ; and wrote among many other Volumes several Books of Epigrams , his Cignea Cantio , a Genethliae of Prince Edward , Naeniae upon the death of S r Thomas Wiat ; and several other things in Verse . Iohn Lilly , a Writer of several old fashion'd Comedies and Tragedies , which have been printed together in a Volume , and might perhaps when time was , be in very good request , namely Endymion , The Woman in the Moon , Midas , Mother Boniby , Galatea , Sapho & Phao : Comedies , a Warning for Fair W●men . ●●hn Lydgate , an Augustin Monk of St. Edmunds-Bury , who had the reputation of a person much accomplisht , by his travels into Italy and France ; and besides several things of his of polite Argument in Prose , was much esteem'd for what he wrote also in Verse ; as his Eglogues , Odes , Satyres , and other Poems . Iohn Marston , a Tragic and Comic Writer , not of the meanest Ranck among our English Dramatics . His Comedies are the Dutch Curtisan , the Fawn , What you will ; His Tragedies Antonio and Melida , the Insatiate Countess , besides the Malecontent a Tragy Comedy ; the Faithful Sheapheard a Pastoral . Iohn Milton , the Author ( not to mention his other Works , both in Latin and English , both in strict and solute Oration , by which his Fame is sufficiently known to all the Learned of Europe ) of two Heroic Poems , and a Tragedy ; namely Paradice lost , Paradice Regain'd , and Sampson Agonista ; in which how far he hath reviv'd the Majesty and true Decornm of Heroic Poesy and Tragedy : it will better become a person less related then my self , to deliver his judgement . John Ogilby , one of the prodigies of our Age , for producing from so late an initiation into Literature , so many large & learned Vol. as well in verse as Prose : in Prose his Volumes of the Atlas , and other Geographical Works , which have gain'd him the Style and Office of his Majestie 's Cosmographer ; in Verse his Translat . of Homer & Virgil , & which is the chief of all , as Compos'd propria Minerva : his Paraphrase upon Aesop's Fables , which for Ingenuity & Fancy , besides the Invention of new Fables , is generally confess 't to have exceeded what ever hath been done before in that kind . John Philips , the Maternal Nephew and Disciple of an Author of most deserved Fame late deceas't , being the exactest of Heroic Poets , ( if the truth were well examin'd , and it is the opinion of many both Learned and Judicious persons ) either of the Ancients or Moderns , either of our own or what ever Nation else ; from whose Education as he hath receiv'd a judicious command of style both in Prose and Verse , so from his own natural Ingenuity he hath his Vein of Burlesque and facetious Poetry , which produc't the Satyr against Hypocrites , and the Travested Metaphrase of two Books of Virgil , besides what is dispeirc't among other things ; nevertheless what he hath writ in a serious Vein of Poetry , whereof very little hath yet been made public , is in my opinion , nothing inferior to what he hath done in the other kind . John Skelton , a jolly English Rimer , and I warrant ye accounted a notable Poet , as Poetry went in those daies , namely King Edward the fourth's Reign , when doubtless good Poets were scarce ; for however he had the good fortune to be chosen Poet Laureat : methinks he hath a miserable loos , rambling style , and galloping measure of Verse ; so that no wonder he is so utterly forgotten at this present , when so many better Poets of not much later a date , are wholly laid aside . His chief Works , as many as I could collect out of an old printed Book , but imperfect , are his Philip Sparrow , Speak Parrot , The death of K. Edward the fourth , A Treatise of the Scots , Ware the hawk , The tunning of Eleanor Rumpkin ; in many of which following the humour of the ancientest of our modern Poers , he takes a Poetical libertie of Satyrically gibing at the vices and corruptions of the Clergy . S r Iohn Sucking , a witty and elegant Courtier under his late Majesty ; his Poems which being few , besides his Dramatics Aglaura , Brenoralt & the Goblins , are collected together with his Letters into a Volume , entitled Fragmenta Aurea , have a pretty touch of a gentile Spirit , and seem to savour more of the Grape then Lamp , and still keep up their reputation equal with any Writ so long ago ; his Plays also still bring audience to the Theater . Iohn Webster , an Associate with Thomas Decker , in several not wholly to be rejected Plays ; viz. Northward Hoe , the Noble Stranger , New trick to cheat the Divel ; Westward Hoe , the Weakest goes to the wall , Woman will have her Will , with Samuel Rowly in the Cure for Cuckolds , a Comedy ; besides what he wrote alone , the Divels Law case , a Tragy-Comedy , the White Devil , the Dutches of Malfy , Tragedies . John Wilson , a late Writer with no bad success of two Comedies , the Cheats and the Projectors ; and the Tragedy of Andronicus Commenius . Jonas ab Elvervelt , an Holsatian , who wrote a Description of the State of that Country , in Elegiac Verse . Josephus Iscanus , or Joseph of Exeter ; the very first ( of the Moderns both in time and Fame ) of Latin Poets among the English : who accompanying King Richard the first in his Expedition into the Holy Land , had the better advantage to celebrate , as he did , the Acts of that Warlike Prince , in a Poem entitled Antiocheis : He wrote also 6 Books De Bello Trojano , in Heroic Verse ; which as Cambden well observes , appears to be no other then that Version of Dares Phrygius , into Latin Verse , which hath been generally imputed to Cornelius Nepos . have been equal to his undertaking . Joshua Sylvester , the English Translator of Du Bartas his Poem of the six daies work of Creation , by which he is more generally fam'd ; ( for that Poem hath ever had many great admirers among us ) then by his own Poems commonly printed therewith . Juan de Mena , a Spaniard , whose Poetical Works were printed at Antuerp anno 1552. Julius Ascanius , a Native of Crenta in the Venetian Territory ; a tast of whose Poetical Fancy is extant among other the choise collected works of the most noted Italian Writers of Latin Verse . Julius Caesar Stella , the Author of a Latin Poem of Heroic title Columbeis . Justulus , an Eminent Author of Spoleto ; whose writings are chiefly Poetical , as his Poem of the Culture of Saffron , another of Silk-worms , his Epicedium of Pomponius Laeta , his Musae Phanestres , his Description of the Mountain adjacent to Spoleto , his Poem to Ferdinand of Arragon , and some others . Josephus Justus , & Julius Caesar , two most celebrated Authors , Son and Father , of the Illustrious Family Della Scala of Verona , and therefore generally known by the Sirname of Scaligeri ; of whom Julius hath the testimony of the Great Thuanus , for a Person unparallell'd by any of his Age , & scarce giving Place to any of the Ancients , as Josephus is by the same Historian rankt in the next Place to his Father Julius , whose extant Poems , both Greec and Latin have gain'd him among Learned Men , a particular reputation of an excellent Poet ; and if in any , doubtless in that very respect above all others , he is to be preferred before his Son Joseph , who , though accounted in the number of Poets also ; yet is much more fam'd for what he hath written in Prose : yet as much a Poet as Julius passeth for , his judgement of some of the Poets in his Critica , might for ought I know , if well examined , bring in some question , whither if he had undertaken those great Provinces in Poetry , which require the highest judgement , his success would Justus Lipsius , one of the most Illustrious Antiquarys , Critics and Commentatours of his time in Christendom , by the testimony of Thuanus , Dilherus and Aubertus Miraeus : and though what he hath written in Poetry , is not so much taken notice of , as his Antiquae Lectiones , his Notes upon Tacitus , his Saturnalia , and other fam'd things in Prose ; yet to be reckon'd also among the cheif of Belgic Latin Poets , for he was born at Brussells , for his excellent Genius in Latin Verse : he was a constant admirer of Joseph Scaliger , and by him no less belov'd : He was Flourishing beyond the year 1606. Justus Ricehius , a Native of Gaunt , who for his Varia Carmina , is inserted among the Belgic Writers of Latin Poetry . L. LAelius Capilupus , a Mantuan , who had such an artful and igenious way of making Centones , out of his Country-Man Virgil's Verses , that by Learned Men he is judged to have excell'd Ausonius and Proba Falconia , in that way of writing ; he is mentioned Flourishing in the year 1560. Laevinus Torrentius : see Levinus . Lambertus , a Benedictine Monk of Liege , who besides his Life of Heribertus Arch-Bishop of Coloign , wrote a Book of Hymns in various kinds of Verse . Lambertus Danaeus , a Writer of Geography in Latin Verse . Lancinus Curtius , wrote decads of Epigrams , which were printed at Milan by Rochus & Ambrosius de Valle anno 1521. * Laurentius Bonicontrius , a Commentator upon the Poet Manilius , his Astronomica , being himself both an Astronomer and Poet : his chief Poetic work being his Tractate of things Natural and Celestial , in Heroic Verse : He was Flourishing an . 1494. * Laurentius Gambarus , a principal Favorite of Cardinal Alexander Farnese , and that chiefly for his fine with and gentile Spirit in Poetry . Laurentius Niendalius , the Author of Latin Poems which were printed at Vtrecht an . 1641. Lazar● Buonamico , an Italian Poet of Basiana & Paduan Professour 20 years : his most noted things in Poetry are his Epistles in Verse to Vrsinus Velius of Silesia , Donatus Rullus of Venice , Altenerius Avogarus of Verona , and several other Eminent Men of Italy and other parts . Within the time of his Professourship is comprehended the year of our Lord 1553 , the mentioned time of his Flourishing . Leonardo Salviati , an Italian Comic writer , whose Comedy call'd La Spina being particularly taken notice of , was printed at Ferrara an . 1592. Leonardus Brunus , an Eminent both Philosopher , Historian , Orator , and also Poet of Aretium , and thereupon generally known by the Appellation of Leonardus Aretinus . Leonardus Pellicanus , the Brother of the most learned Conradus , and had he liv'd , might perhaps have arriv'd somewhat near his perfection , if not equall'd him at least in another kind ; for his Genius was Poetical , but he was snatcht away in the flour of his age by an untimely death , in the year 1510 at Rubeaqua , the place also of his nativity , a Town of Upper Alsatia : however , he left behind him no inconsiderable Fame , by his elaborate Elegy upon the death of the Lady Margaret , the Wife of Philip Count Palatine , and Duke of Bavaria ; and his Poem upon the Resurrection and Last Judgment , besides Epigrams in various kind of Verse . Levinus Brechtus , a Friar Minorite of Lovain , who wrote the Lives of divers Illustrious Martyrs , both in Frose and Verse . Levinus Torrentinus , a Native of Gaunt , highly extoll'd by Meibomius , for his Learning in general ; by Sandius for his Notes upon Suetonius and Horace ; and by Aubertus Miraeus for his Odes and Lyric Poetry : For his excellent Genius in which he prefers him next after Horace himself ; he was the next Bishop of Antuerp after Franciscus Sonnius , & was Flourishing beyond the year 1595. Lodovic Carlisle , the Author of divers formerly not unesteem'd , and not yet totally forgotten Tragi-Comedies ; as the two parts of Arviragus and Felicia ; The Passionate Lovers , in 2 parts ; Osmond the Great Turk , or the Noble Servant , a Tragedy . Lopez de Vega Carpio , the most noted writer among the Spaniards of Comedies , and other Dramatic Poems ; but more noted for the multitude ( for he is exceeding Voluminous ) then for the goodness of them , and for his singularity in making but 3 Acts to each Fable or Play. He also wrote a Poem of S r Francis Drake's Exploits in the West-Indies . Lorenzo Medici , a Noble Florentine , as his Name imports , whose Poesie Volgari was printed at Venice an . 1554. Lucas Shepheard , an English Poet of Colchester in Essex , of so much note in Queen Mary's Reign , that he is thought not unworthy of mention by some of our English Historians . Ludolphus Pithopoeus , a learned and ingenious Hollander ; but most particularly taken notice of among the Belgic Latin Poets , for his singular faculty in Latin in Verse . Ludovicus Alealmus , a French Poetical writer , having a principal Place among the Latin Versifiers of that Nation . Ludovico Ariosto , one of the two most celebrated Heroic Poets of Italy ; and thereupon Competitor with Torquato Tasso the other : his Poem entitled Orlando Furioso , takes its argument from the Expedition of the Emperor Charles the Great against the Saracens in Spain . There are also of his writing several Elegant Comedies . Ludovicus Andreas Resendius , an Eminent both Poet , Orator , Theologist and Antiquary . Ludovico Bigi Vittorio , or Pittorio , a Poet of Ferrara , among whose other Poems , as Hymns , Epitaphs upon the Saints , Satyrs , Elegies , Epigrams , &c. his Hippolyta an Elegant Poem , is most especially noted . Ludovico Bruno , the commended Author of a Poem upon the Coronation of Maximilian King of the Romans : he was Flourishing in the year 1494. Ludovico Celio Calcagnino ; see Celio . Ludovicus Celottus , a French Man , noted for his Latin Tragedies Sapor , Chosroes , Adrian , the Tragical Marriage of Mahomet the Second ; besides Hendecasyllables upon the Birth of Christ. Ludovicus Crucius , the Author of several Latin Tragedies and Comedies , which were printed at Leiden anno 1605. Ludovico Dolce , an Italian Lyric Poet or writer of Sonnets , one of the next Classis after Ottavio Rinuccini , and the rest mentioned with him : with this Ludovico may be ranked Ludovico Laurentio Martelli , Gabriel Chabriera , Giovanni de Casa , Mario Colonna , Agnolo Firenzuola , Cesare Caporale , and Burchiello ▪ Ludovico Laurentio Martelli ; see above in Ludovico Dolce . Ludovicus Lazarellus , the Author of a Poetical Dialogue entitled Crater Hermetis , dedicated to Ferdinand King of the Romans , and printed at Paris by Henricus Stephanus an . 1505. Ludovicus Mazurius , a Hollander , not inconsiderable among the Belgic Writers of Latin Poesy . Ludovico or Luigi Pulci , a pretender by his Morgante to a Seat among the Italian Heroic Poets . Ludovicus Tribaldus , the Author of a Latin Poem entitled Epenesis Iberica , which was printed at Antuerp an . 1632. Luigi Alamanni , a Florentine principally famous for his Heroic Poem entitled Avarchis : he wrote also 4 Books of Agriculture in Blanc Verse , in which kind of writing not only he , but also some others of the most judicious of the Italian Poets , have succeeded well enough , to demonstrate that Rime is not so very essential in the modern Languages , to the making up of a Verse . Luigi or Ludovico Tansilli , an Italian Poet , best known by what he hath written for the Stage , yet not solely Dramatic , there being other things of his writing , of which the chief is his Poem entitled Lagrime di Sancto Pietro . Luis Galvez , a Poetical Writer of Note among the Spaniards , whose Pastor de Philida . was printed at Madrid anno 1582. Luke Sheapherd ; see Lucas Sh. M. MAlens Acidalius , a Writer in Latin Poetry of the number of those that are esteem'd of the chief German Writers of that kind . Maphaeus Barberinus , a great Ornament to the Papal Chair , to which he was advanc't by the Name of Vrban the 8 th , by reason of his polite Learning and Elegance ; among other Arts and Sciences , in which he had attain'd a great perfection , his extant Poetry hath gain'd him a very Flourishing Fame . Maphaeus Vegius , a Poet of Lodi , contemporary with Angelus Politianus ; among his other Poetical Works , his most noted is his Supplement to Virgil's Aeneis : He is mentioned Flourishing in the year 1403. Marcellus Palingenius , Sirnam'd Stellatus Poeta , the Author of a well known and approv'd Poem entitled Zodiacus Vitae , whose subject is the right Institution of human Life , Study and Manners , and dedicated to Hercules the Second Duke of Ferrara ; it consists of 12 Books , according to the number of the 12 Signs , and each Book accordingly denominated . Marcus Antonius Antimachus , a Native of Ferrara , who by his assiduous and choice converse with Greec Authors , made himself so much Master of that Language , that he hath among other things both in Prose and Verse , written 8 Books of Greec Epigrams with the success of no vulgar repute ; he out-liv'd the year 1544. Marcus Aemilius Portus , the Son of Franciscus a Cretensian , or Native of the Isle of Candie , a Professor of the Greec Tongue ; first at Ferrara , next at Orleans ; whose Metaphrase of David's Psalms in Greec Verse is taken notice 〈◊〉 by Duport , though with no extraordinary commendation . Marco Antonio Tibaldeo , a noted Italian Author of a Poem entitled Tibaldeo , which was printed at Venice anno 1556. Marcus Antonius Boba a Cardinal , whom Thuanus having convers't with him at Rome , commends for his Vein in Poetry and his Eloquence , both in speaking and writing . Marcus Antonius Flaminius , an Italian , who besides that he was an excellent Philosopher , by his sweet Vein in Latin Poesy , sufficiently appearing in his 2 Books of Carmina or Odes , indeared himself to several Eminent Men of his time , and among others to Cardinal Reginald Pool , at whose request he made a Version of David's Psalms , in Elegant Latin Verse , which by mistake hath been by some imputed to Joannes Antonius Fl. of Forum Cornelii . Marcus Antonius Muretus ; see Antonius . Marcus Hieronymus Vida , a Noble Poet of Cremona , who was promoted to the Bishoprie of Alba : his works consist chiefly of these following Poems , his Christias or Poem of the Life and ▪ death of Christ , in 6 Books ; his three Books De Arte Poetio ; his 2 Books of the care and management of Silk-worms ; his Description of the Game at Chesse ; in one Book ; besides Hymns , Odes , Bucolic , Eclogues , &c. He is mentioned by Thuanus among other learned Men , under the year 1566. Marcus Joannes Croeselius , an Elegiac Writer in two remarkable Books ; the first his Encomiums of the most noted Emperors , Kings and Commanders in War from Constantine : the second of Men most Famous for Learning and the Arts. Marcus Joannes Fracta , a Poet of Verona , chiefly remember'd for his Poem entitled Malteis . Marcus Musurus , a Cretan Writer of Epigrams , whereof those are particularly remember'd which he wrote upon certain Greec Authors , set forth by Nicolaus Blastus at Venice an . 1500. Mario Colonna ; see Ludovico Dol●e . Marius Philelphus , the Son of Franciscus already mention'd , and Heir of his Father 's both Dignity and Fame for he was also both Knight and Poet Laureat . Martinus Earnerus , his Sylv●●la in various Latin Verse , not unmention'd by the Registers of the Works of Eminent Men. Martin LLeu●llin , the not uncommended Writer of a Book of Facetious Poems , which while he was Student of Christ-Church in Oxford , were publisht by the Title of Man-Miracles ; but now more conversant in another of Apollos Faculties the Study and practice of Physic. Martinus Bovillus , the Author of funeral Elegies , which were printed at Brescia anno 1519. Martinus Braschius , a German Writer of Latin Poesy , mentioned and quoted among the choice Latin Poets accounted of that Nation . Martinus Opizius , an Italian of special esteem for polite Literature , but especially for what he hath writen in Latin Verse . Martinus Praetorius , a German of Poetical Fame , chiefly for his Poem of Heroic Title Austrias . Martinus Turnemannus , a German , whose Poem entitled Triumphus Mortis , was printed at Francfurt anno 1624. Mattheus Argillander , a Writer of Poems , which were printed at Basil by Oporinus . Mattheus Delius , a German , one of the principal esteem'd Latin Poets of that Nation . Mattheus Gribaldus , a Commentator upon the Pandects , who also wrote upon the Modern Jurisconsults in Verse , allowing to each their several Distich . Matteo Maria Boiardoi , a Count of Scandiano , whose Orlando Inamorato ranks him among the Italian Heroic Poets . Matthias Cervus , the Author of a Poem in allusion to his own Name , upon the picture of a Hart ; his famous Elegy also upon Philip Melanchthon , is particularly taken notice of . Matthias Sirnamed from his Country Illyricus , a Greec Professor at Tubing , who set forth Poems also of various subjects . Matthias Mosnaverus , a Writer of Strasburg , no less fam'd for his learned Epigrams then what he wrote in Prose ; he is recorded Flourishing an . 1543. Matthias Ringmannus Philesius , a native of Vogesium , the Disciple of Jacobus Wimphelingus , and a writer of both Prose and Verse , particularly Epigrammatic . Matthias Stoius , a Poetical writer of Regiomonte in Prussia , of whose writing I find particularly mentioned his Elegiac Poem upon Christs Baptism , and his Eclogue upon the Nuptials of Gaspar Peucerus , and Magdalen the Daughter of Melanchthon . Mauritius Marganensis , an English-Man , who Flourisht in the year of our Lord 1210 , and wrote a Book of Epigrams in various Latin Verse . Mauritius Neoportus , another English writer ( though much differing in time , as being of the present Age , and probably now living ) of a late Latin Poem ; printed at London , and entitled Votum Carolo Secundo Ang. &c. Regi . Maximilianus Transylvanus , Max. Vignacurtius , & Max. Vriensis , a Triad of Maximilians , all Low-Country men of the number of those that have a Name for Latin Verse . The first of Brussels , whose Varia Carmina are publisht with the selected Works of diverse others of that Country : the second of Arras , whose 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Res Belgas , is of the same publication : the third also of the same society , by his Book of Latin Epigrams . Maximus Margunius , a Grecian , who at the Dedication of certain Reliques , sav'd by him from shipwrack , to the Public , added also several Copies of his own Verses , written in no unelegant style . Melchior Acontius , a German , who hath written many things in Verse , among which is his noted Epithalamium upon the Nuptials of Georgius Sabinus , with Anne the Daughter of Ph. Melanchton , commonly printed with Sabinus his Poems . Melchior Agri●ola , a writer of Latin Epigrams , whose Sirname is sufficient to gain him reputation , what ever Relation he had to the Great Rodolphus . Melchior Barlaeus , a writer , thou●h not of equal fame for Poetry with Gaspar , yet reckon'd of the number of the chiefly esteem'd writers of the Low-Countries , for Latin Poetry . Mr Menage ; see Aegidius Menagius . Mercurius Ronzius , a writer of divers Tragedies so wel esteem'd , that Albertus de Eyb in his Margarita Poetica , hath made a collection of Sentences out of them . Michael Sirnamed Anglicus , but by Nation French , of the Town of Belmont , a Professor of Civil and Canon Law , who yet gave himself a Vacancy to Poetry , and wrote 4 Books of Eclogues to the Bishop of Paris , two to Ludovicus Villerius , besides several Books of various Poems . Michael Sirnamed The Cornish , Poet , a notable Rimer in Latin Verse , in the time of K. Iohn and Henry the third ; out of whose Rhyms for Merry England , as Cambden calls them , several passages are quoted by the same Authour in his remains . Michael Drayton , Contemporary of Spencer and Sr Philip Sidney , and for Fame and renoun in Poetry , not much inferiour in his time to either : however , he seems somewhat antiquated in the esteem of the more curious of these times ▪ especially in his Polyalbion , the old fashion'd kind of Verse whereof , seem somewhat to diminish that respect which was formerly pay'd to the subject as being both pleasant and elaborate , and thereupon thought worthy to be commented upon , by that once walking Library of our Nation Selden ; his Englands , Heroical Epistles are more generally lik't , and to such as love the pretty Chat of Nymphs and Sheapherds , his Nymphals and other things of that nature cannot be unpleasant . Michael Hospitalius , a Famous Chancellor of France under Charles the 9 th til he was removed for opposing the Parisian Massacre ; and one of the celebrated Latin Poets of that Nation , for his 6 Books of Epistles in Latin Verse , and other Poetical works : from a very ancient Medal of Aristotle , he is concluded to have much resembled that great Philosopher . Michael Tarchaniota Marullus , a Constantinopolitan Poet , whose Hymns and Epigrams were printed at Fano by Soncinus an . 1529. Michael Toxites , a Rhetian or Grison , who wrote among other things an Elegiac Poem , entitled The Complaint of the Goose of the Ingratitude of Mankind . Michael Vander Hagen , an Antuerpian , whose Varia Carmina rank him , with other selected Poets of the Low Countries . Miguel Cervantes , a Spaniard , and the Author of that famous Spanish Romance call'd Don Quixot ; besides Novelles and other things in Prose ; and in Verse , what ever besides , a Poem entitled Viaje di Parnasso . Miguel , a Spanish Licentiate , whose Minerva Sacra , is mentioned with other late Poetical pieces of that Nation . Mr Mole , a French both States Man , for he was President of the Parliament of Paris , and writer of Commended Poems , which were publisht not many years ▪ since at Paris . N. NAtalis Comes , a Grave and Learned Venetian Historian , though most generally fam'd by his 10 Books of Mythology , in which he gives a Summary of the Poetical Fables , with an Explication of all their Allegories , both Moral and Philosophical , to which is annex't his Poem of Hunting , in Elegant Latin Verse ; besides what else he wrote in Poetry . Nathan Chytraeus , a German , whose Vranoscopia , Geoscopia and other Poetical pieces of that nature , are taken notice of by Learned Men , among the works of other writers of Latin Poetry , accounted of the Chief of Germany . Nicodemus Frischlinus , a German writer of nomean account in Poetry , not less then Heroic as his Hebreis imports . Nicolas Breton , a writer of Pastoral , Sonnets , Canzons and Madrigals , in which kind of writing he keeps company with several other Contemporary Aemulators of Spencer and Sr Philip Sidney , in a publisht Collection of selected Odes , of the chief Pastoral Sonnetters , &c. of that Age. Nicolaus Causinus , a very famous French man , Father Confessour joyntly with Iacobus Sirmondus , to King Lewis the 13 th of France ; besides his vulgarly so much admired work The Holy Court , his Book De Eloquentia , his Thesaurus Graecae Poeseos , and other things in Prose , he hath also written in Verse several Tragedies , Solyma , Nebuchadonosor , Theodoricus , &c. and other Latin Poems . Nicolaus Cisnerus Mosbachius , a Poet of the Palatine or Territory of the Prince Palatine of the Rhine ; he was in his Prime about the year 1556. Nicolaus Grudius , the possessour of a principal Place among the Principal Latin Poets of Germany . Nicolaus Kenton , an old English Poet , that is old in respect of this Age , for he wrote in the Reign of K. Edward the 4 th ; and as Poetry then went , was look't upon as a very Famous Man in those times . Nicolaus Marius Panicianus a Ferrarese , whose Poetic writings were both many , and of various subiects . Nicolaus Querculus , the Author of 2 Books of Moral Hexastichs , printed by Reginaldus Calderius at Paris an . 1552. Nicolaus Rapinus , a Frenchman , whose Fame in Latin Poetry hath a Place among the Cheif of that Nation . Nicolaus Reusnerus , a Professor at Ienes , of universal knowledge in all Arts and Sciences , by the testimony of Melchior Adams , in his Life , and Boissardus in his Bibliotheca ; and for his felicity in Latin Verse , rankt among the modern Latin Poets accounted of the Prime of Germany : among the rest of his Opera Poetica , his Monarchae is peculiarly mentioned . Nicolaus Rhedigerus , a German , one of the principal accounted of that Nation for excellence in Latin Poetry . Nicolaus Rigaltius , a wri●er of Annotations upon Tertullian , for which he hath a very high commendation from Grotius , in his Epistle to Petrus Puteanus ; but besides this and several other works in Prose , he hath written sufficiently in Latin Verse to gain himself the title to a Place among the modern Latin Poets , accounted of the Chief of France : He is also mentioned as a Person of universal Literature by Gassendus , in his Life of Peireskius Nicolaus Rudingerus , one of the number of those that are esteem'd of the Prime of the German Nation for a happy Vein in Latin Poetry . Nicolaus Valla , a Roman , who besides his Latin Version of Homers Ilias and Hesiods Opera & Dies , hath also left productions of his own invention , among which his two Epistles of Rome and Constantinople , each to other reciprocal . O. OCtavius Boldonius , wrote Epigrapica or Elogia , in Latin Verse , which were printed at Paris , anno 1660. Octavius Cleophilus , an Elegant Poet of Fano , a principal Town of Marca Anconitana , among whose Poetical works ( for he wrote many things both in Prose & Verse ) are his Poem entitled Faneis , in 3 Books , and his Book De Coetu Poetarum , in which he gives a brief touch of all the Ancient both Greec and Latin Poets . Octavius Meninus , a writer of Latin Poesy , among other the Cheif writers of Latin Poesy accounted of the Italians . Octavius Rubeus , a Paduan , born in the year 1570 , the Son of Iacobus de Rubeis , and Hippolyta of the Family of the Scarpi ; he wrote the History of Brescia , with good success , and is moreover reckon'd among the number of Choicest Italians Poets . Orlando Pescetti , a Tragic writer of Verona . Otho of Cremona , his Latin Rythms concerning the choice of Simples and Medicinal Ingredients were printed at Francfort anno 1533 by Christianus Egenolphus . Ottavio Rinuccini , an Italian Lyric Poet or writer of Sonnets , one ( generally so accounted ) of the first rank after Petrarch , for Elegancy and sweetness . Of the same Classe with him we may rekon Guido Cavalcanti , Girolamo Preti , Georgio Gradenico , Benedetto Varchi , Speron Sperone , Francesco Maria Molza , Bernardino Rota , and Tasso himself , who was no less happy in his Sonnets then in his Heroic Poems . P. PAcificus Maximus Asculanus , an Eminent both Grammarian and Poet , among whose Poetical works his Poem Lucretia in 2 Books , and his Virginia , in as many , were seth forth by Hieronymus Soncinus an . 1550. He wrote also 20 Books of Elegies , a Poem to Joannes Salvalius , and an Invective against Angelus Politianus . Pamphilius Saxus , a Discoverer of his Poetical talent , with divers other Italian writers in Latin Poetry ; whose selected works are publisht together . Parthenius Paravicinus , a Novocommensian , not of the meanest repute of the late Italian writers in Latin Verse . Pantaleon Candidus , a German Poet of the Chief of those that are fam'd for an Elegant style in Latin Verse . M r Paschal , a late French writer of a Poem entitled Le Commerce du Parnasse . Paulus Areolus , an Elegant Poet of Taleacotium , born in the year 1570. He was preferr'd to the Government of Lugo by Cardinal Antonius Barberinus . Paulus Dolscius , a Metaphrast of David's Psalms and Salomon's Book of Wisedom , and thereupon mention'd by Conradus Dinnerus , in his Catalogue of Greek Poets . Paulus Maccius , an Italian of Principal note and fame among the Latin Versifiers of that Nation . Paulus Marsus , a Poet of Piscinae , who yet writ also in Prose a Comment upon Ovid's Fasti. Paulus Medius Schedius , a French Poet , who had so a great repute in Italy , that he was made a Citizen of Rome & also a Knight and Count of Padua : besides his Schediasmata Poetica , which were printed at Paris an . 1586 , he wrote Epigrams upon all the Cities of Italy . Paulus Musconius , a writer of Latin Tetrastichs containing a System of Christian Religion , Paulus Rubigallus , a Hungarian , whose Hodoeporicon or Itinerary Poem , upon his Constantinopolitan journy in Elegiac Verse , was printed at Wirtenberg 1554 , with his Complaint of Pannonia to Germany . Paulus Baron of Swartzenburg , and Lord of Lunenberg . His Epigrams were printed at Augsburg by Henricus Steiner an . 1583. Petrus Aegidius , a noted German writer both in Prose and Verse , of which last kind are his Threnodie upon the Emperour Maximilian , his Epitaphes upon several other great Princes , with divers Epigrams . Petrus Angelius Bargoeus , a Student ( after several years travel into far Countries ) in the University at Pisa , where among other studies , he became chiefly proficient in that of Poetry ; from whence among other commendable Poems , proceeded his Cynegetics , and Syrias : the mentioned year of his flourishing was 1596. Petrus Bembus , a Noble Venetian , whose high and well deserved reputation of a most Learned and Eloquent Person , soon advanc't him to the Purple ; among the rest of whose Poetical works , for he was also a great Historian , Philosopher and Philologist , that which hath obtained the principal fame is his Benaons , a Heroic Poem . He was arriv'd to his Meridian Altitude in the year 1640. Petrus Bolaneus , his Hymns , his Panegyric in Sapphic Verse upon the Emperour Frederic the third , his Funeral Elegy upon Rudolphus Agricola , his Epigram made of the Sentences of Seneca and Plato , and some other Poems , made his fame known by the year 1494. Petrus Bonommus , an Epigrammatic Poet of Triest , a Town of Friuli , Contemporary with the above mentioned Bolaneus . Petrus Christianus , a Representer in Latin Vers of the late War between the several Princes & States in Europe ; but more especially relating to what hath happened in the Low Countries . Petrus Crinitus , the Author of a Treatise in 5 Books , of the Latin Poets , in which there are contain'd several Fragments of Ancients Poets ; whose compleat works are lost , besides which Treatise in Prose , he hath extant two Books of Odes , with other Poems : he surviv'd the year 1505. Petrus Curtius , the Author of a Poem concerning the Ancient Falisci & Veientes ; and another entitled Roma : he was flourishing an . 1526. Petrus Labbaeus , a French both judicious Censurer of the Ancient Poets , and accounted not the meanest himself of Modern Poets ; whose Latin Elegies and Epitaphs were printed at Grenoble an . 1664. Petrus Lindebergius , a German both excellent Historian and Laureated Poet , by the testimony of Olaus Wormius , in his Literatura Danica ; and of his own works namely his History of the affai●s of Europe , and his extant Poems . Petrus Lotichius ●cundus , the most excellent of German Poets , according to the testimony of Thuanus , next after Eobanus Hessus . Petrus Molinaeus , the Son of that generally Learned French man and famous Champion of the Protestant cause Peter du Moulin ; himself also not unlearned , as appears by his Latin Poems consisting in 3 parts , Hymns upon the Apostolic Creed , 2 Gemitus Ecclesiae , & 3 Sylva variorum , publisht a few years since at Cambridge , with the testimony of D r Gunning , now Bishop of Chichester , and other Learned Men. Petrus Paganus , the Author in Latin Heroic Verse of the History of the Triple Combat between the Horatii & Curiatii , the 3 Roman and 3 Alban Brethren . Petrus Ronsardus , a French Poet of Vendosme , the most to be esteem'd in the judgement of Thuanus , not only of the French , but of all other Poets that have liv'd since the time of Augustus . Petrus Rossetus , a Parisian whose Poem entitled Christus in 2 Books , as also his Paulus , or the D●scription in Verse of the Apostles Acts , were first printed at Paris by Ascentius and Colmaeus afterwards at Basil by Oporinus an . 1547. Petrus Scotus , a native of Strasburg , who wrote Encomiums in Elegiac Verse of St. John Baptist , and St. Chrysostome : and was flourishing an . 1492. Petrus Scriverius , a Belgian of Harlem , both profound Philologist and Antiquary , by the testimony of Boxhornius in his Theatrum Hollandiae , by Vossius highly commended for his Comment upon Martial , by others quoted among the Chief of that Country for Latin Poesy . Petrus Tiara , a Frislander of no less account for Latin Poetry among the Belgic Poets , for his Poem of the Ancient State of the Friselanders , & another of Nobility , and the true Ensigns thereof . Philippus Gundelius , a Paduan of whose Poetry there are especially remembred his 2 noted Eglogues Apollonodia and Callianera , printed at Vienna 1518. Philippus Lonicerus , a German , who hath written Icones Liviani in Latin Verse . Philip Massinger , a sufficiently famous and very copious writer , both Comic and Tragic to the English Stage ; his Comedies are his Bondman , Emperour of the East , Maid of Honour , New-way to pay old debts , the Picture , the Bashful Lover , the Renegad● , the Guardian , the Great Duke of Florence : his Tragedies the Fatal Dowry , the Duke of Millain . Philippus Rubenius , a Kinsman of the most admired Painter Petrus Paulus Rubens , upon whom he wrote Elegies ; but of chiefest note are his Apobaterion , and Eucharistic to Justus Lipsius , and his Lachrymae upon his death . Sr Philip Sidny , the Glory of the English Nation in his time , and Pattern of true Nobility , as equally addicted both to Arts and Arms , though more fortunate in the first ; for accompanying his Uncle the Earl of Leicester , sent by Queen Elizabeth General of the English Forces into the Low Countries , he was there unfortunately slain : He was the great English Mecaenas of Vertue , Learning and Ingenuity , though in his own Writings chiefly if not wholy Poetical ; his Arcadia being a Poem in design , though for the most part in solute Oration , and his Astrophil and Stella , with other things in Verse , having , if I mistake not , a greater Spirit of Poetry , then to be altogether disesteem'd . Philippus Porta , the next in the esteem of Thuanus , after Bellaqua , for excellency in French Poesy ( though no native himself ) that is the fourth after Ronsard . Phineas Fletcher , the Brother of George before mentioned , whom he rather exceeds , then comes behind in Poetic fame ; for his Purple Island is yet memory , and mentioned by many with sufficient commendation : besides which he wrote a Poem in Latin against the Jesuites , but more enlarged in English. Pierre Le Moine , late French Writer of a Heroic Poem entitled St. Louis , Pierius Valarianus , a Belluuensium Writer of a Latin Poem of the culture of Smilax or Ridnybean . Pompeo Torelli , his Italian Poem Vittoria , was printed at Parma an . 1605. Pompeius Hugonius , wrote a Latin Poem of the Victory of Lepanto , which is publisht with the selected works of several other Italian writers in Latin Poesy . Porcellius , a Neapolitan , who for his acute Wit ; and rather quick and ready then sublime vein in Poetry , was in high favour with Frederik Duke of Vrbin . Publius Faustus Andrelins , a Poet of Forli , a principal Town of Romania ; the chief of whose Poems are his Elegies upon the two Neapolitan Victories , and the Captivity of Ludovico Sforza , his 4 Eclogues and his Book of Distichs . Publius Franciscus Amerinus , his Funeral Poems upon Baptista Platina , are printed with those of other Learned Men , at the end of Platina's works . Q. QVintius Aemilianus , a Cimbrian , or Dane , who wrote an Elegant Poem in praise of Love , in opposition to Petrus Hedaeus his Anterotica , also an Epicedium to the Emperor Frideric the third . Quintus Septimius Florens Christianus , a Frenchman , so great a Master of the Latin and Greec tongues , that for what he wrote in either of them , whither in Prose or Verse , he stands comparable in the opinion of Thuanus , to most of the Ancients , besides what he wrote in both style in his Mother-Tongue : he is recorded Flourishing an . 1586. R. Sr Ralph Freeman , the Author of a Tragedy , which by some is held in great esteem Entitled Imperiale . Raphael Thorius , a learned French Poet , whose elegant style in Latin Vers , discovers it self in his noted Poem entitled Hymnus Tabaci , or Encomium of Tobacco . Reinhardus Lorichius Hadamarius , a German writer of many elaborate works , among which not least to be regarded is his Description in Verse of the luxurious and splendid Feasts of Ahasuerus and Darius Kings of Persia : he was Flourishing in the year 1542. Richard Brathwait , the writer of certain Poems , which coming forth about 30 years since , though of little or no fame in the World , yet not totally perishing in oblivion have gain'd the fortune to be here mentioned . Remigius Bellaqua , one of the principal Poets reputed of France , and by some accounted the third from Ronsard , that is by those in whose esteem Joachimus Bellaius holds the 2 d place : he wrote many things in Latin , but most in the Mother Tongue : he is commonly chronologis'd under the year 1577. Renatus Rapinus , a French , both Critical Judge of the Poets , as appears by his Reflections on Aristotle's Treatise of Poetry , and Poet also him self of no obscure fame by his Latin Poem of Horticulture or Gardening , which hath been of late ingeniouly translated by John Evelin , the younger of Says Court by Deptford , following in the trac of fame the footsteps of his Learned Father , sufficiently known by his many both delightful , and to the Public most beneficial works . Richard Brome , a Servant to Ben. Johnson ; a Servant suitable to such a Master , and who what with his faithful service and the sympathy of his Genius , was thought worthy his particular commendation in Verse ; whatever Instructions he might have from his Master Johnson , he certainly by his own natural parts improved to a great heighth , and at last became not many parasangues inferior to him in fame by divers noted Comedies , as The Antipodes , the Novella , Mock-Marriage , the Covent Garden Wedding , the Mad couple well Match't , the Ambitious Politic , the Court Beggar , the Citty wit ; but especially his Nothern Lasse , his Jovial Crew , and his Asparagus Garden . Richard Corbet , a no less witty Poetiser in his Youth , when his Iter Boreale and other facetious Poems , were the effects of his juvenil fancy , then grave Divine in his Elder years , when his more serious studies advanc't him to the Bishoprie , first of Oxford , then of Norwich . Richard Crashaw , Fellow first of Pembroke-Hall , afterwards of St. Peters Colledge in Cambridge ; a Devout pourer forth of his Divine Raptures and Meditations , in smooth and Pathetic Verse : His Poems consist of 3 parts , the first entitled Steps to the Temple , being for the most part Epigrams upon several passages of the New Testament ; the second part , The Delights of the Muses , or Poem upon several occasions both English and Latin ; the third and last part Carmen Deo nostro , being Hymns and other Sacred Poems , addressed to the Countess of Denbigh , that Religious solitude and love of a recluse life , which made him spend much of his time , and even lodge many nights under Tertullian's roof of Angels , in St. Mary's Church , drew him at length , turning Roman Catholick , to betake himself to that so zealously frequented place call'd Our Lady 's of Loretto in Italy , where he died . Sr Richard Fanshaw , heretofore Secretary to his present Majesty , when Prince of Wales , and after his restoration , his Embassador into Spain , where he died . Besides his Translation of Guarini's Pastor Fido into English Verse , and of Spencer's Sheapherds Calender into Latin Verse . Richard Rablet , and Richard Turner , two Contemporaries ( and therefore perhaps worthie of mention for antiquities sake ) with Drayton , with whose Owl and other old Pieces of Poetry , two small things of theirs , Rablets Cob's Prophesie , and Turner's Nosce te Humours , were publisht , and seem to be but the track of other Poetical works , though now lost and forgotten . Richard Lovelace , an approv'd both Souldier , Gentleman & Lover , and a fair pretender to the Title of Poet ; a Souldier , having Commanded a Regiment in the late King's Army ; a Gentleman of a Vicounts Name and Family ; a Lover Militant under the Bannor of of Lucasta , the Lady Regent under a Poetical Name of his Poetical endeavours ; and as to the last of his Qualififications , besides the acute and not unpleasant stile of his Verses , a Man may discern therein sometimes those sparks of a Poetic fire , which had they been the main design , and not Parergon , in some work of Heroic argument , might happily have blaz'd out into the perfection of sublime Poesy . Robertus Aytonus , a Scotch Poet , of whom there is extant a Panegyric to King James in Latin Verse . Robert Baron , a Dramatic writer , who wrote Don Quixot or the Knight of the Ill-favoured Countenance ; a Comedy Gripus , and Hegio a Pastoral . Deorum Dona , Dick Scorner , Destruction of Jerusalem , the Marriage of Wit and Science , Masques and Interludes ; Myrza , a Tragedy . Robertus Bodius , a Scotchman , whose Latin Verses have a Place among the works of several Eminent Scotch Poets . Robert Chamberlain , the Author of a Comedy call'd The Swaggering Damsel , and Sicelides , a Pastoral . Robert Fleming , an English writer , recorded in History among those that Flourisht in the Reign of King Henry the 6 th ; not only for his Dictionary in Greec and Latin , but also for a work , he is said to have writ in Verse , of various Argument . Robert Garnier , a French Counsellor of State , and writer of Tragedies . Robert Sirnam'd of Glocester , a not altogether obscure writer in the Reign of Henry the Third ; and seeming to passe for a Poet , in the esteem of Cambden , who quotes divers of his old English Rythms in praise of his native Country England . Robert Gomersal , the Author of Lodowic Sforza , a Tragedy , and some other things of Poetical subject . Robert Green , one of the Pastoral Sonnet makers of Qu. Elizabeth's time , Contemporary with D r Lodge , with whom he was associated in the writing of several Comedies , namely The Laws of Nature , Lady Alimony , Liberality & Prodigality , and a Masque call'd Luminalia ; besides which he wrote alone the Comedies of Friar Bacon and Fair Emme . Robert Heath , the Author of a Book of Poems , which about 20 years ago came forth under the Title of Clarastella ; the ascribed title of that Celebrated Lady , who is suppos'd to have been both the Inspirer and cheif subject of them . Robert Herric , a writer of Poems of much about the same standing and the same Rank in fame with the last mention'd , though not particularly influenc't by any Nymph or Goddess , except his Maid Pru. That which is chiefly pleasant in these Poems , is now and then a pretty Floury and Pastoral gale of Fancy , a vernal prospect of some Hill , Cave , Rcok , or Fountain ; which but for the interruption of other trivial passages might have made up none of the worst Poetic Landskips . S r Robert Howard , of the Noble Family of the Earls of Berkshire , and Brother to the present Earl ; besides the Dignity of his present Office , as being imploy'd in his Majesties Exchequer , but of the most considerable Fame by what he hath written in Poetry , especially to the Stage ; viz. The Blind Lady , the Surprisal , the Comittie , Comedies ; The Great Favourite a Tragedy , Inforc't Marriage a Tragy-Comedy ; and The Indian Queen a Dramatic History . Robert Mead , the Author of two not altogether obscure Comedies . The Combat of Love and Friendship , and the Costly Whore. Robertus Obricius , a writer of Latin Hymns . D r Robert Wild , one of the Poetical Cassock , and not of the meanest rank , being in some sort a kind of Anti-Cleaveland ; in regard he stands up in behalf of the Presbyterians as notably as ever Cleaveland did against them : the first thing that recommended him to public Fame , was his Iter Boreale , the same in Title , though not in Argument with that little ; but much commended Poem of Dr Corbet's , before mention'd ; this being upon Monk's Journy iuto Scotland , in order to His Majesty's Restoration , and lookt upon for a lofty and conceitful style : his other things are for the most part of a lepid and facetious nature . Rochus , a Chartreux Monk , mentioned in History among other Eminent Men of K. Edw. the Fourth's time . Sr De Roquigni , the Author of a late French Poem entitled Muse Chrestienne . Rodulphus Agricola , a most Famous writer of Groeningen in Friseland , who among many other works wrote also Epitaphs and other Poems . There were moreover two others of the same name , both Poets ; the first Rodolphus Agricola junior , a Poet Laureat , the other of Wassenburg . Rodolphus Avincatius , his Poems dedicated to the Farnesi , were printed at Rome an . 1543. Rodolphus Avantius , an Italian writer of Odes or Sonnets . Rodolphus Gualtherus , a Native of Zurich , in Switzerland , and Pastor of the Church of Zurich . In Prose he wrote very many things in Heroic verse , The Monomachie , or Single Combat between David and Goliah , with the Allegorical Exposition thereof . Rodolphus Langius , a German writer , Prebend of Munster , who wrote a Poem of the 3 Magi or Wisemen , another of the Siege of Nuis to the Dean of Colen , besides others of various subjects . Roger Ascham , a Man of that Eminence for learning , that he was thought worthy to be chosen Preceptor to that most Glorious Princess Queen Elizabeth ; and though principally fam'd for his Latin Epistles and other things in Prose , yet mentioned with commendation by Balaeus , for Epigrams and other Latin Poems . Roger Boile , Lord Broghil and Earl of Orery , the Credit of the Irish Nobility for wit and ingenuous parts , and a smooth stile both in Prose and Verse ; in which last he hath written several Dramatic Histories , as Mustapha , Edw. the Third , Henry the Fifth , Tryphon , and that with good success & applause , for the way he writes in , namely the continual Riming , and love and honour way of the French. M r Rostrou , a French Tragedian censured by Renatus Rapinus , in his Reflections on Aristotle's Treatise of Poetry . Ruccelaio , an Italian Poet , who wrote in Blank Verse of the Culture of Bees . S. Mr Sabliquy , his Muse Dauphine publisht an . 1661. Salmonius Macrinus , an Ingenious Poet of Laudun , sufficiently known by his 6 Books of Odes , in which he made it his study to imitate Horace , both in the Argument and manner of Verse ; but especially Famous for his Lyric Poem entitled Gelonide , which he wrote when weary of a single , he betook himself to a Married Life . Samuel Daniel , an Author of good note and reputation in King James his Reign ; whose History of the 11 first Kings of England from the Norman Conquest , though it be of all the rest of his Works most principally sought after and regarded , yet are not his Poetical writings totally forgotten , as namely his Historical Poem of the Civil Wars between the House of York and Lancaster , his Letter of Octavia to Antoninus , his Complaint of Rosamund , his Panegyric . &c. and of Dramatic pieces his Tragedy of Philotas , and Cleopatra , Hymen's Triumph , and the Queens Arcadia a Pastoral . Samuel Purchas ; see William Slatyer . Samuel Rowly , remember'd by his Comical History , When you see me you know me ; and his Tragedy , The Noble Spanish Souldier . Samuel Woodford , a late commended Translator ( if not rather Paraphrast ) of David's Psalms ; in the Pindaric , vulgarly so call'd , and other various sorts of Verse . Scoevola Samarthanus , a Learned Frenchman , who wrote in Latin Verse Elogies upon all the Eminent Men of France , to his time , for Learning and Arts. Scipio Capycius , the Author of two learned Poems ; viz. De Vate Maximo , and De Principiis rerum . M r De Scudery , Governour of Nostre-Dome ; the most Voluminous and of the most Famous of late French Romancers , or rather Adulterators of true History with Romantic entreagues of Love ; yet to say truth , in a style and conduct , much more gentile and polite then any of the old Romances could boast , & not without a pretty representing of the heighth of the French Galantry & conversation : this way of writing will easily be allow'd to be a sort of Poetry , but there are besides not very long since publisht his Poesies diverses . Sebastianus Aerichalcus , a Polonian , who describ'd in Heroic Verse , the Affections of the Mind , out of Philip Melanchton's Book De Anima , as also the Solar Eclipse of the year 1546. Sebastianus Castalio , the fam'd Author of many learned Works , both in Prose and Verse ; among those in Prose , the most known are his Sacred Dialogues , as being frequently taught in Grammar Schools : His chief things in Poetry , are his Eclogue Sirillus upon our Saviour's Nativity , his History of the Prophet Jonas , in Latin Heroic Verse , his Life of St. John Baptist , in Heroic Greec Verse , his Version of 40 of David's Psalms , and of two of Moses's Songs . He was Flourishing at Basil about the year 1540. Sebastianus Titio , alias Brant , an Eminent Jurisconsult of Strasburgh , Professour both of Civil and Canon Law ; but his Writings which were very many , were of various subjects , and several of them in Verse ; as his Rosary of the B. Virgin , in Sapphics ; his Elegy upon the death of the Emperour Frederic , a Book of Epigrams , Divine Satyrs , both in Latin and Vernacular Verse , the Encomiums of several Saints , & an Epithalamium upon the Marriage of King Maximilian , with Blanca Maria . M r Segrais , his Poesies printed at Paris anno 1661. Sethus Calvisius , a German most learned Historian , Poet , and Musician ; whose Opus Chronologicum and other Works , have their deserv'd same : He died at Leipsich , in the 60 th year of his age , an . 1615. Shakerly Marmion , a not obscure or uncopious Writer of English Comedy , having sufficiently testified his success therein , in his Antiquary , his Holland Leaguer , his Fleir , Fine Companion , & Fair Maid of the Exchange . Sigismundus Fulginas , Secretary of the Apostolic Chamber , one of the Authors of those Eminent Funeral Poems upon Platina , which in honour of that Learned Writer , are printed at the end of his works . Simon Fagellus Villaticus , a Bohemian , whose Poetical Works are his Hymns , Epigrams , Funeral Epitaphs , Distichs , &c. Simon Lemnius , a German , who besides his Translations of Dionysius Aser and Homer's Odysses , into Latin Verse , hath left from the product of his own Genius , Episodes upon Joachimus Marquese of Brandenburgh and his Lady ; 5 Bucolic Eglogues , and 4 Books of Ethics in Verse . He died at Chur in Switzerland of the Pestilence anno 1550. Simon Ogerius , a Writer of Silvae and other Latin Poems with reputation inferior to few of the Modern Latin Poets . Simon Sinapius , Pastor of the Church of Lubin in Lnsatia , who wrote a Poem of Christ's Passion , distributed into hours . Simon Valambertus , a Writer of Epigrams and other Poems , which were printed at Lyons by Paganus , at Paris by Wechelus . Speron Sperone ; see Ottavio Rinuccini . Saint Amant , one of the Chief in repute of French Poets , out of whom several things being render'd English by a Person of our Nation , no less considerable for Poetry then the other , have for certain lost no advantage . Stanislaus Niger , a Polonian , whose Encomium of the Poets in Elegiac Verse , was printed at Leipsich on . 1538. Stephanus Paschasius , a French Writer , among whose other Works are his Icones , Epigrams and Epitaphs . He was Flourishing in the year of our Lord 1546 , and stands in Ludovicus Jacobus his Book De Claris Scriptoribus Cabilionensibus , with a high Character for universal Learning and Eloquence . Sylvester Giraldus , a Person of a Noble Family in Cambro-Britannia or Wales , ( and therefore commonly Sirnamed Cambrensis ) the same House whence the Giraldines of Ireland descended , as Cambden observes , who citing some of his Latin verses , seems to reckon him among the Poets of those former Ages ; he Flourishing in the Reigns of K. John & K. Henry the third : to the first of whom for the esteem his Learning had in those daies , he was made Secretary . T. THeodericus Gresemundus , a Native of Spire , out of whose Poem De Historia violatae Crucis , printed at Strasburg by Renatus Bek , several Verses are quoted by Wimphelingus in his Adolescentia . Theodorus Beza , a Famous French Theologist , and a great Champion of the Reformed Religion ; as he was a Person generally learned , so particularly he was not a stranger to Poetry , having with good success written Epigrams and other Latin Poems , which were printed at Paris ; besides a Tragedy entitled Sacrificium Abrahae , printed at Lyons : he was Flourishing at Lausanna beyond the year 1555. Theodorus Geza , a celebrated Writer of Thessalonica , particularly a great Master in the Latin & Greec Tongues , and not the least to be esteem'd among the rest of his Works : for his Book of Latin Epigrams upon the most remarkable passages of Sacred Scripture . He deceas't in the year of our Lord 1478. Theodorus Reysman , a German taken notice of for his Congratulatory upon the Arrival of the Emperor Charles the Fifth into Germany . Theophile , a late Writer of French Poems , which have obtain'd a general fame and esteem . Theophilus Folengus , a Mantuan , both Philosopher and Poet of very high repute . Th. Campion , a Writer of no extraordinary same ; but who hath the honour to be nam'd by Cambden with Spencer , Sidny , Drayton , and other the Chief of our English Poets . Thomas Carew , one of the Gentlemen of the Bed-Chamber to his late Majesty K. Charles the First ; he was reckon'd among the Chiefest of his time for delicacy of wit and Poetic Fancy , by the strength of which his extant Poems still maintain their fame amidst the Curious of the present Age. Thomas Churchyard ; see William Warner . Thomas Collins , his Tears of Love , or Cupid's Progress , publisht anno 1615 ; since the materials of it have been preserv'd from the injury of time , by being bound up with other small Poetical Pieces , much of the same Stamp and standing ; it will seem but an accident of good fortune , if the Name also be preserv'd . Thomas Craigius , one of the Muster Roll of Scotch Latin Poets , whose works are collected in a Book , call'd Deliciae Poetarum Scotorum . Thomas Deckar , a High flier in wit , even against Ben. Johnson himself in his Comedy call'd The Vntrussing of the humorous Poet ; besides which he wrote many others , as The Wonder of a Kingdom , the Honest Whore , in 2 parts ; Fortunatus ; the Whore of Babylon ; If this ben't a good Play , the Devils in 't . See also John Webster . Thomas Dempsterus , an ample Commentator upon the Grammarian Corippus his Poem in praise of Justin the Second , himself also a Latin Vesifier among the Scotch Poets , in the above mentioned Collection . S r Thomas Eliot ; a Person of note in the Reign of Q. Elizabeth , and of whose Writing there is a learned Treatise of Government , which hath been in principal esteem : moreover , what he hath writ in Poetry is also mention'd with singular commendation . Th. Flatman , a Gentleman once of the Middle-Temple , equally ingenuous in the two noble Faculties of Painting and Poetry , as by the several choice Pieces that have been seen of his Pourtraying and Limning , & by his Book of Poems , very lately come forth , may appear . Thomas Goff , the Author of the Courageous Turk , Selimus , Orestes , Tragedies ; The Careless Sheapherdess , a Tragi-Comedy ; and Cupid's Whirligig , a Comedy . Thomas Heywood , a great Benefactor no doubt to the Red bull , and the other common Theaters , that flourisht in those times , with many but vulgar Comedies , as the Brasen Age , the Eng●ish Travellers , the first and second part of Edward the Fourth , Fortune by Land and Sea ; the 4 London Prentices , the Fair Maid of the West first and second part ; the Golden Age , the Wise Woman of Hogsden , The Iron Age in 2 parts ; the Royal King and Loyal Subject , &c. Thomas Hobbs , of Malmsbury , a Person of the more consideration for what he hath either judged , or writ in Poetry ; by how much the more his writings in Prose , have made work for so many Opposers : his Latin Poem De Mirabilibus Pexi , want , not commendation , and he seems to have wisely consulted for his quiet at last , after having travail'd through so many Volumes of profounder Argument , in giving himself a vacancy to the Muse , especially where Invention is no otherwise exercised then in rendring the Inventions of others , which he doubts not to have done more truly then any of those that went before him in the same subject ; from his Preface to which work I should choose rather to collect his judgment of Poetry , then from his Preface to Davenants Gondibert , where no wonder if Complement and Friendly Complyance doe a little bias and oversway judgment . Thomas Kid ▪ a writer that seems to have been of pretty good esteem for Versifying in former times , being quoted among some of the more fam'd Poets , as Spencer , Drayton , Daniel , Lodge , &c. with whom he was either Contemporary , or not much later : there is particularly remember'd his Tragedy Cornelia . Thomas Killigrow , one of the Gentleman of the Bed-Chamber to his present Majesty ; and besides the general esteem of his Lepid Vein of wit in conversation , the Author of divers Comedies , Tragedies and Tragi-Comedies , publisht together in a Volume , and therefore not needing to be particularis'd . Thomas Linacer , an Eminent Grammarian , who Flourisht in the Reign of K. Henry the 8 th ; and who Verfifying on several subjects , had the repute also in those daies of no mean Poet. Thomas Lodge , a Doctor of Physic , who Flourisht in Qu. Elizabeth's Reign , and was one of the writers of those pretty old Pastoral Songs and Madrigals , which were very much the strain of those times . Tho. Manly , one of the croud of Potical writers , of the late King's time ; he wrote among other things the History of Job in Verse . Tho. May , the vulgarly admir'd Translator of Lucan into English Verse ; but here cheifly to be mention'd for what he hath written propria Minerva , as his Supplement of Lucan in Latin Verse ; his History of Henry the Second in English Verse , besides what he wrote of Dramatic , as his Tragedies of Antigone , Cleopatra , and Agrippina ; the Heir , a Tragi-Comedy ; the Old Couple , and the Old Wives Tale , Comedies , and the History of Orlando Furioso : as for his History of the late Civil Wars of England , though it were written in Prose , yet he is thought to have vented therein the speen of a Malecontented Poet ; for having been frustrated in his Expectation of being the Queen's Poet , for which he stood Candidate with Sir William Davenant , who was prferr'd before him . Thomas Metellanus ; the Author of a small parcel of Latin Poetry , which is to be found in a collection of the works of divers of the Chiefest , so accounted , of the Scotch Latin Poets . Tho. Middleton , a copious Writer for the English Stage , Contemporary with Johnson and Fletcher , though not of equal repute , and yet on the other side not altogether contemptible , especially in many of his Plays : his Comedies were Blurt M r Constable , the Chast Maid in Cheapside , More diffemblers then Women , the Game at Chesse ; A mad World my Masters , Michaelmas Term ; the Phoenix , A Trick to catch the old ones : His Tragedies The Mayor of Queenborough , besides what he wrote associated with W. Rowly . Thomas Moravius , a Scotchman , the Author of a Latin Poem entitled Naupactias , or the Description of the battel of Lepanto , in Heroic Verse . Sir Thomas More , a great credit and ornament , in his time , of the English Nation , and with whom the learnedest Forraigners of that Age were proud to have correspodence ; for his wit and excellent parts , he was chosen Speaker of the House of Commons , and afterwards advanced to be Lord Chancellour of England by K. Henry the 8 ●h : however he fell unfortunately a victim to the displeasure of that Prince . His Vtopia , though not written in Verse , yet in regard of the great Fancy and Invention thereof , may well pass for a Poem ; besides his Latin Epigrams , which have receiv'd a general esteem among Learned Men. Thomas Nabbes , a Writer ( for the most part Comical ) to the English Stage in the Reign of K. Charles the First : the Comedies , he wrote are The Bride , Covent Garden , Totnamcourt , Woman hater arraign'd his Tragedies , The Vnfortunate Mother , and the Tragedy of King Charles the First ; besides two Masques Microcosmus , and The Spring 's Glory . Thomas Nash , one of those that may serve to fill up the Catalogue of English Dramaties Writers : his mention'd Comedies are Summers Last Will and Testament , and See me and see me not . Thomas Naogeorgus , or by the vulgar app●llation Kirchmayor , a German Writer native of Straubing , a Town of Lower-Bavaria ; his works were for the most part Poetical , namely 6 Tragedies , an Epitome of the Canons of the Church in Heroic Verse ; as also 5 Books of Sacred Agriculture , in the same kind of Verse , with some other things . Thomas Newton , the Author of three Tragedies ; Thebais , the first and second parts of Tamerlane , the Great Scythian Emperour . Thomas Preston , the Author of Cambises King of Persia , a Tragi-Comedy . Thomas Randol , one of the most pregnant young Wits of his time , flourishing in the University of Cambridge ; the quick conceit and clear Poetic Fancy discover'd in his extant Poems , seem'd to promise something extraordinary from him , had not his indulgence to the too liberal converse with the multitude of his applauders drawn him to such an immoderate way of living , as in all probability shortned his dayes ; besides his two Comedies Amintas , and the Muses Looking-Glass , and the Interlude Aristippus , printed with his other works : there are attributed to him , a Comedy called Hey for honesty ; & down for knavery ; and The Jealous Lovers , a Tragedy . Tho. Rawlins , the cheif Graver of the Mint to King Charles the first , and also to his present Majesty , till the year 1670 , in which died : he was indeed a more excellent Artist then Poet ; yet his Tragedy called The Rebellion hath been acted not without good applause . Thomas Read , a Scotchman , whose happy Vein in Latin Verse renders him not unworthy to be remember'd among the Learned Men and Poets of that Nation . Thomas Seghetius , another Scotch Poet , chiefly known by his Meletemata Hypogeia , in Latin Verse . Thomas Shadwel , a noted Dramatic Writer of the present Age ; happy especially in several witty and ingeuuous Comedies ; The Humorist , the Sullen Lovers , Epsom Wells ; besides his Royal Sheapherdess ▪ a Pastoral Tragi-Comedy ; and his Tragedy of Psyche , or rather Tragical Opera , as vying with the Opera's of Italy ; in the pomp of Scenes , Machinry and Musical performance . Thomas Sprat , the commended Author , for his smooth and judicious style , of the History of the Royal Society ; and in Verse a very much applauded , though little Poem entitled The Plague of Athens . Thomas Stanly , of Cumberlo Green in Hertfordshire ; a Gentleman both well deserving of the Common-wealth of Learning in general , by his other writings , his Lives of the Philosophers , and his Learned Edition of Aeschylus ; and also particularly honoured for his smooth Air and gentile Spirit in Poetry ; which appears not only in his own Genuine Poems , but also from what he hath so well translated out of ancient Greec , and modern Italian Spanish and French Poets , as to make his own . Thomas Sternhold , an Associate with John Hopkins , in one of the worst of of many bad Translations the Psalms of David : yet in regard , as first made choise of , they have hitherto obtain'd to be the only Psalms sung in all Parochial Churches ( it hath been long heartily wisht a better choice were made ) he hath therefore perhaps been thought worthy to be mentioned among the Poets that Flourisht in Qu. Mary's , and the beginning of Queen Elizabeth's Rein. Thomas Storer , one of the Writers of Queen Elizabeth's time , of those Pastoral Airs and Madrigals , of which we have a Collection in a Book called England's Helicon . Thomas Thomasinus , a Vene●ian , who studying at Padua , grew Eminent in Philosophy , Logic and Poetry . Thomas Watson , a Contemporary imitator of Sir Philip Sidny , together with Bartholmew Young , Doctor Lodge , and several others , in that Pastoral strain of Poetry , in Sonnets and Madrigals , already mention'd . Sir Thomas Wi●t , of Allington-Castle , in Kent ; a Person of great esteem and reputation in the Reign of King Henry the Eighth ; with whom for his honesty and singular parts ; he was in high Favour ; which nevertheless he had like to have lost about the Buisiness of Anne Bullein , had not his prudence brought him safely off . For his Translation of David's Psalms into English Meeter , & other Poetical Writings , Leland forbears not to compare him to Dante and Petrarch ; being sent Embassador from K. Henry to the Emperour Charles the Fifth , then in Spain ; he died of the Pestilence in the West Country , before he could take shipping an . 1541. Tobias Guthberlingius , a Hassian , Native of Crusbon , and Governor of the Colledge of Leovardia ; where his Latin Poems were printed an . 1667. Torquato Tasso , the Prince of Italian Heroic Poets , born at Bergamo , the Son of Bernardo Tasso , and Portia de Rubeis : His chief Poems are Gerusalemme Liberata , Rinaldo , Sette Giornate , Gerusalemme Conquistata , Torrismondo , a Tragedy ; Amintas , a Pastoral , elegantly translated into English by John Reynolds : he wrote also judicious Discourses in Prose . Sieur Du Tristan his Amours printed anno 1662 V. VAlentinus Boltzius , a German Writer , native of Rubeaqua , who wrote in Verse the Combat between David & Goliah ; the History of Sampson ; the Tragedy of Susanna ; the Comedy of the 7 Liberal Arts , and several others . Valentinus Pacaeus , a Writer of Latin Idyls and Epigrams . Victor Geselinus , a Writer of Latin Hymns . Victorinus Anxiginus Scuthius , the Author of a Poem entitled The Triumph of Christ's Resurrection , written in Elegiac Verse . Vidus Faber Pibracius , a French Gentleman , whose Learning and excellent abilities advanc't him to be President of the Parliament of Paris ; besides his general knowledg in the Arts and Sciences , his Felicity in French Poesy , had been sufficient to recommend him to Posterity , he was flourishing in the year 1584. Vincentio Guidorci , his Rime Varie were printed at Padua an . 1634. Vincentius Barsius , a Carmelite of Mantua , whose Alba Labyrinthus was printed at Parma an . 1515. His Silva & Elegies at Bononia an . 1524. Vincentius Contarenus , a Venetian , not obscure writer in Latin Poetry . Vincenzo Martelli , a noted Man among the Italian writers of Rime or Sonnets . Vitus Amerbachius , a German Writer of diverse learned Commentaries & other works in Prose , besides what he wrote in Verse , namely Epigrams and other various Poems , which were printed by Oporinus at Basil an . 1550. W. WAlter de Mapes , Arch-Deacon of Oxford , a Latin Rimer in the Reign of K. Henry the Second , and may well be call'd a Pot Poet , for he shews his singular love to good Liquor , in a parcell of Latin Riming Verses , quoted by Cambden . William Alabaster , a considerable Poet so accounted , in the time he Flourisht , which was under Qu. Elizabeth , the Chief Transactions , of whose Reign he began to describe in a Latin Poem entitled Elisaeis , which he left unfinisht . William Brown , the Author of a Poem entitled Britains Pastorals ; which though not of the sublimest strain , yet for a subject of that nature , amorous and rural , containing matter not unpleasant to the Reader . William Bosworth , the Bringer forth of a small Poem , which was printed somewhat above 20 years since , under the title of the Chast and lost Lovers , or the History of Arcadius & Sepha ; which from the very brink of oblivion , nor had the loss been very great , hath accidentally met with the good fortune to be here remember'd . William Cartwright , Student of Christ-Church in Oxford , where he liv'd in fame & reputation , for his singular parts and Ingenuity ; but most especially his excelling Vein in Poetry , which produc't a Volume of Poems , which were publisht not long after his death ; and among the rest his Tragedie , The Royal Slave hath been in principal esteem . William Cavendish , the present Duke of New-Castle , and the first advanc't from Earl to that Title , for his eminent Service to his late and present Majesty : a Person accomplisht according to the Nobility of his Birth and Quality , that is , equally addicted both to Arts and Arms , and particularly a friend to the Muses ; for besides his splendid Treatise of the Art of Horse-manship , in which his experience was no less then his delight , he wrote two ingenuous Comedies , The Variety , and the Country Captain . Sir William Davenant , a very large sharer in the Poetic Fame of the present Age , of which he was a surviving over-hearer , till within these few years , and of no less a memory for the future , for the great fluency of his wit and Fancy ; especially for what he wrote for the English Stage , of which having layd the Foundation before by his Musical Dramas , when the usual Plays were not suffer'd to be acted , he was the first reviver & improver by painted Scenes ; after his Majesty's Restauration , erecting a new Company of Actors , under the Patronage of the Duke of York ; his works since his death have been fairly publisht in a large Volume , consisting of many Comedies , which need not be enumerated , as being printed altogether , with several Tragedies , Interludes , Historical Drama's ; his Poem entitled Madagascar , a Farrago of his Juvenile , & other Miscellaneous Peices , and the Crown of all his Gondibert , the best of Heroic Poems , either Ancient or Modern , in the judgement of Mr Hobs ▪ a Learned Man indeed , but in some other of his opinions , suppos'd to have been prov'd fallible by those that have taken him in hand . William Drummond of Hawthornden , a Scotch Gentleman of considerable note and esteem , Flourishing in K. James his Reign ; who imitating the Italian manner of Versifying , vented his Amours in Sonnets , Canzonets and Madrigals , and to my thinking , in a style sufficiently smooth and delightful ; and therefore why so utterly disregarded , and layd aside at present , I leave to the more curious palats in Poetry . William Gray , an Elegant writer ( if we may rely upon the testimony of Balaeus ) of several things in English Verse , in the Reigns of King Edw. the Sixth and Qu. Mary . William Habington , the Author of Poems , which came forth above twenty years since , under the Title of Castara , ( the feign'd Name , no doubt , of that human Goddess that inspir'd them ) but better known by his History of the Reign of King Edward the Fourth ; in which also he hath a style sufficiently florid , and perhaps better becoming a Poetical than Historical subject ; in respect of his Poems however they are now almost forgotten , he may be rank't in my opinion with those that deserve neither the highest , nor the lowest Seat in the Theater of Fame . William Hammond , one of the forgotten Poem writers of the last Age. William Hemings , the Author of a well known Tragedy called The Fatal Contract . William Lilly , of Odiham in Ha●t shire , a Grammarian of great note in the Reign of K. Henry the Eighth , and first School Master of Paul's School ; who besides his Lat. Grammar , the oracle of Free-Schools of England , and other Grammatical works , is said by Balaeus to have written Epigrams and other Poetry of various subjects , in various Latin Verse . William Rowly , an Associate with Middleton , in the writing of several Comedies and Tragi-Comedies ; as The Spanish Gipsies , the Old Law , the Fair Quarrel , the Widow , besides what he wrote alone , as The Woman never vext , and the Match at Midnight , All 's lost by Lush , a Tragedy , and joyn'd with Webster , as the Thracian wonder , & A Cure for a Cuckold . William Sampson , a Tragic writer , who wrote alone the Vow-Breaker and Valiant Scot ; with Marsham , the Tragedy of Herod and Antipater ; & How to choose a good Wife from a bad , a Tragi-Comedy . William Shakespear , the Glory of the English Stage ; whose nativity at Stratford upon Avon , is the highest honour that Town can boast of : from an Actor of Tragedies and Comedies , he became a Maker ; and such a Maker , that though some others may perhaps pretend to a more exact Decorum and oeconomie , especially in Tragedy , never any express't a more lofty and Tragic heighth ; never any represented nature more purely to the life , and where the polishments of Art are most wanting , as probably his Learning was not extraordinary , he pleaseth with a certain wild and native Elegance ; and in all his Writings hath an unvulgar style , as well in his Venus and Adonis , his Rape of Lucrece and other various Poems , as in his Dramatics . William Slatyer , Compiler of the History of England , from the beginning to the Reign of King James , by the Title of Palae-Albion ; but whether in Latin or English , I cannot certainly determine ; for the Work , though of little Fame , is in both , and the one seems to have been done by Slatyer , the other by Samuel Purchas . William Smith , the Author of a Tragedy entitled Hieronymo , as also The Hector of Germany . William Wager , the Authour of that Old Interlude , called Tom Tiler and his Wife ; he wrote also two Comedies The Tryal of Chivalry , and The longer thou livest , the more fool thou art . William Warner , a good honest plain Writer of Moral Rules and Precepts , in that old fashion'd kind of seven footed Verse which yet sometimes is in use , though in different manner , that is to say , divided into two : he may be rekoned with several other Writers of the same time , i. e. Queen Elizabeth's Reign ; who though inferiour to Sidny , Spencer , Drayton and Daniel , yet have been thought by some not unworthy to be remember'd and quoted , namely George Gascoign , Th. Hudson , John Markham , Thomas Achely , John Weever , Ch. Middleton , George Turbervile , Henry Constable , Sir Edw. Dyer , Thomas Church-yard , Charles Fits-Geoffy . Wolfangus Loriseca , a Writer of Latin Verse , Equal with those that are accounted of the Chief Modern Latin Poets of Germany . A Brief Supplement of some Persons and Things obmitted in the foregoing Treatises . Of the Antients . A. ABlavius , a Great Man with Constantine the Great , by whom he was advanc't to the Dignity of Consul , but was slain by his Son , as jealous of his too much power and greatness , and therefore might justly be stil'd , as he was , Pila Fortunae , the Tennis-Ball of Fortune : His Vein in Epigrammatic Poetry appears in two Epigrams , which are extant in Brietius , and the Parisian Collection ; the one biting one upon Constantine , notwithstanding he was so great a Favourite ; the other upon his Friend Greculus . Alcinous , a Poet of a uncertain time , but doutless not very ancient , of whom there is only extant in the fore-said collections , one very noble Epigram of Homer and Virgil. Saint Ambrose , one of the Antient and most venerable Fathers of the Christian Church , being Bishop of Milan , in the time of Theodosius the Great , whom his Ecclesiastical authority and Censure , drove to a voluntary penance for his Bloody cruelty towards the Inhabitants of Thessalonica : besides his multitude of others Works in Prose , he left divers Inscriptions in Verse in the great Domo of Milan , besides several Hymns , which were anciently sung in the Church . Antiphanes Caristius , a very antient Greec Comic writer , even Contemporary with Thespis , who Flourisht in the 61 th Olympiad , and therefore diverse from him who in the foregoing Treatise by mistake Sirnamed also Carystius , is said to have been conversant with Alexander the Great ; besides whom there were several other Antiphanes's , as is testified by Suidas , the Thebais of Antiphanes Colophonius , is cited by Athenaeus ; of Antiphanes , probably Bysantius , ( though that Cognomen be but once found ) there are 7 Epigrams in the Florilegium of Planudes : and this some think to be the same , whom Stobaeus quotes very frequently , and Atheneus in no less then 105 Fables . Moreover Plutarch in his Life of Demosthenes alledges the testimony of Antiphanes a Poet , concerning Bataulus . Antiphilus , an Epigrammatic Poet , whose Name is to 27 Epigrams in the Greec Florilegium , and with the Sirname Bysantius , if the same , as probably it is , to eight more in the same Book . Arabius , Sirnamed Scholasticus , an Epigrammatic Poet , of whom there are 7 Epigrams in the fourth Book of Planudes his Florilegium . Ariboeus , a Macedonian Poet , not so much known by any thing mentioned of his writings , as by his envy at other Mens writings , which doubtless , was the cause that conspiring with Crateuas , a Thessalonian ( Poet also ) he compast in a most barbarous manner the death of that incomparable Tragedian Euripides , as hath been already mentioned in Euripides . Asclepiades and Asmenus ; see Julianus , in the foregoing Treatise . Aulus Septimius Serenus , the reputed Author of a parcel of old Latin Verses upon Janus and Hercules , whereof some fragments are preserv'd in the Parisian Collection of Epigrams and old Poems ; whether he were the same with the Roman Emp. Septimius Severus , ( who either for these or some other Verses , hath a place among the Poets , supposing Serenus to be mistaken for Severus , ) or some other Person , as might be inferr'd from the distinct appellation of Country ; the one being written Falis●us , the other Afer ; besides that the Praenomen of this Emperor is agreed upon to have been Lucius , rather then Aulus , as Brietius observes , who nevertheless agreeing with Pithoeus , disputes not so much whether this Aulus Septimius were the same with the Emperor , as he concludes the Emp. to have been the Author of a Distich , which is the only part preserv'd of a Poem , which seems to have been written of Country affairs , and not of those Verses of Janus , which he imputes to another Afer , who was a little superior in time to Terentianus Maurus , and therefore much antienter then the said Emperor , viz. Cajus Septimius Afer . Aulus Turpilius ; see Turpilius in the foregoing Treatise . B. Basilius , one of those Sirnamed Scholastici , or Grammatici aforementioned in Julianus . Belisarius ; see Liberius in the foregoing Treatise . Benedictus Paulinus , a Petracoriensian , who writing the Life of St. Martin in 6 Books , and another Poem , is probably mistaken by Authors of very good account and Authority as Franciscus Juretus , Fortunatus , and Gregory of Tours , for Paulinus the Bishop of Nola , to whom they ascribe those Poems , though Brietius agreeing with Jac. Sirmondus , makes it out very clear , that they were distinct Persons , and that Benedictus was the Author of those Poems . P. Caelius Lactantius Firmianus , the Christian Cicero , as he is generally still'd ; Disciple of Arnobius , and Rhetoric Professor at Nicomedia : besides his Odoeporicon , which is lost , and his Verses of the Passion & Resurrection , &c. which are extant , and by some ascribed to Fortunatus ; his is said to have been the Poem in Description of the Phoenix , which Vossius supposes to have been writ by some Ethnic Author . See also Rhemnius in the foregoing Treatise . Cajus Abronius Silo ; see Abronius in the foregoing Discourse . Cajus Aurelius Romulus , not the Founder of Rome , no doubt , already mention'd ; but some Poetical Writer of what time or place is uncertain , whose Name we find to a Tetrastich Epigram in Gillius his Parisian Collection , entitl'd Epigrammata & Poematia vetera . Cajus Caecilius Plinius Secundus , hath a Tetrastich Epigram upon Cupid and Bacchus , in Nicolaus Gillius his Parisian sian Collection of Epigrams and old Poems , who if he be the same with that Cajus Plinius , of Novocomo , who was the Son of Plinius Secundus of Verona : he hath from Brietius the esteem of a most excellent Poet , for only a Fragment of one Verse , which he quotes of him , viz. Lasciva est nobis pagina , Vita proba , besides that he was the Author of that so much commended Panegyric to Trajan . Caius Cassius , a Parmensian of the number of the Antients , but of what time is uncertain ; whose name we find to a Description of Orpheus in Verse , in Nicolaus Gillius his Parisian Collection of Epigrams and old Poems . Cajus Julius Solinus Poly histor , a Grammarian and Naturalist of sufficient note , though of what time , is not determined farther then that he lived beneath Alexander Severus , even by Salmacius himself that voluminous Exercitator upon his Plinian Epitome , besides which and other things in Prose ; he is concluded the Author of a Poem entitled Pontica . Cajus Licinius Calvus , his Verses upon Cneus Pompeius , and several of the Caesars , are extant in Gillius his Epigrammata & Poematia vetera , printed at Paris an . 1580. Cajus Silius Italicus ; see Silius in Petronius Arbiter in the foregoing Treatise . Cajus Sulpitius Apollinaris , a Grammarian of Carthage , who Flourisht in the Reigns of the Antonini , and was Praeceptor to Helvius Pertinax , who before he attain'd the Empire over Men succeded him in his Empire over Boys in his Grammar School ; this Sulpitius is mention'd by Julius Capitolinus , and Aulus Gollius , with the Character of the Learnedest Man of his time , and that little touch we have of Poetry in his Verses upon Virgil's Aeneis , gives the greater sense of the loss of the rest . Callimachus , besides his extant works already mention'd , is said by Suidas to have written many other Poems , and among the rest one entitled Ibis , an obscure Poem , and full of Satyr against Apollonius , the Author of the Argonautics . Moreover , there is mentioned another Poem of his entitled 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , by the Scholiast of Homer , Priscian , & others : besides which others mention a Poem of his named Hecale . Cneus Naevius , the most Antient of Latin Comic Writers after Livius Andronicus ; he was Contemporary wi●h Scipio Africanus , and died at Vtica , in the 144 th Olympiad , being banisht out of Rome by the Metelli . See Naevius in the foregoing Treatise . St Columbanus , an Englishman Abbot of Luxovia & Bobia ; besides his several writings in Prose , there is extant a parcel of his Poetry set forth by Jacobus Sirmondus : he was the Master of St. Gallus , and died about an . D. 514. Corippus , an African , both Grammarian and Poet , who flourishing in the Reign of Justinus , the Second , sung his praises in 4 Books , which he dedicated to the Quaestor Anastatius ; besides which Poem , which hath been set forth by Thomas Dempsterus the Scotchman , with laborious and prolix notes , much above what he deserves , in the opinion of many ; he is said to have written many other things in Poetry , which have perisht , & among the rest a Poem in praise of the Great Captain Belisarius . E. Epictetus , ( not the Author doubtless of the Greec Enchiridion ) his name is to two Distichs , in Gillius his Parisian Collection of Epigrams and old Poems . Epigenes , a Sicyonian , by some affirmed the first Inventor of Tragedy . Eugenius , ( otherwise Evantius ) Secundus or Junior , an Eminent Arch-Bishop of Toledo , which seat he held from the year 647 to 657 , in the Reign of Receswinthus , a Gothish King of Italy : some things of his in Verse are set forth by Jacobus Sirmondus , together with Dracontius , whose Verses he corrected . Euphorbius , one of those Sirnamed Sholastici or Grammatici , of whom see more in Julianus , in the foregoing Treatise . Euphorbus Caelius Firmianus Symphosius , mentioned in the foregoing Treatise by the name of Symphonius only , a Poetical writer of an uncertain Age , of whom there are extant Hendecasyllables De Livore , by some attributed to Ausonius , Choriambics De Fortuna , and several Aenigmatical Questions . Eurialus Moranius , a Poetical writer of Asculum , of an uncertain time , and of whom no other account can be given , but that his name is to 4 or 5 pleasant and not unelegant Epigrams in Gillius his Parisian Collection of Epigrams and old Poems . Eusebius , Sirnamed Scholasticus , a Greec , the Author of a Poem entitled Gainia , or of the War against Gaina , the Gothish King , in four Books in Heroic Verse : there is also under the name of Eusebius , ( but whether the same may be disputed , for there are several more of the same name , ) in the Parisian Collection of Epigrams and Poematia vetera , a Decastich entitled Tumulus Veneris . Eusthemius , one of the foremention'd 12 Scholastici ; of whom see in Julianus in the foregoing Treatise . F. Felix , a Benedictin Monk of Crowland , whose Pathetical Description of the bugs of Crowland , in Latin Verse , is quoted by the Learned Cambden . Floridus , a Mimic writer of an uncertain Age , out of whose Fables , there are only extant two Sentences , but those so acute , so much to the purpose , that they excite in the Learned and Curious the greater desire of all the rest of him . G. Getulicus , an old Historian , cited by Suetonius ; but of whom there are also several Verses to be found in Probus the Grammarian his Commentary upon Virgil's Georgi●s ; also a Testrastich and Hexastich in the third Book of the Gr. Anthology , and Decastich in the 6 th . Glaucus , an Athenian , whose name is to several Epigrams in the first , third and fourth Books of the Greec Anthology . H. Hercius , named to an Hexastich , in the Greec Florilegium . Herondas , a Comic Poet , out of whose Fable Synergazomeni , a Senary is cited by Athenaeus . L. Leo , an Antient Grammarian , certain Greec Verses of whose writing were seen in Manuscript by Conradus Gesnerus , but the Pentastich in the Greec Florilegium , owns rather another Leo , viz. that Noble Greec Emperor Leo the Sixth , who whether a Poet or not , is certainly fam'd for a Philosopher . Lucilius , ( not the Latin Satyrist ) a Greec Epigrammatic Poet , whose name hath a large jurisdiction in the Greec Florilegium . Lucius Annaeus Florus , the Good Fellow , who plaid so wittily and freely upon the Emperor Hadrian , in that vulgarly known Epigram Ego nolo Caesar esse , &c. which was as smartly answered by the Emperor ; besides which and another neat one upon the growth of of Roses , several Fragments of him are collected by Salmasius , he may upon account of name be without difficulty mistaken for Lucius Julius Florus , the Epimator of the Roman History , who in some Editions is styl'd Lucius Annaeus Seneca Florus ; as on the other side this Poet is written in Gillius his Collection , Julius Florus : but the difference of time makes the clearer distinction , the one appearing to have been Contemporary with the Emperor Adrian , the other , as is generally receiv'd , living about the time of Septimius Severus . M. Martinus Sirnamed Dumensis , from the place of which he was Abbot , afterwards Arch-Bishop of Bracata , of whose Verses collected by Jacobus Sirmondus , being indeed but low & heavy , what notice hath been taken may well be judged owing to their antiquity , for he died an . D. 580. Maximianus , the real Author , as he is computed by Learned Inquirers , of those 6 most obscoene Elegies , which are vulgarly ascribed to Cornelius Gallus ; there is also one of the same Name , but whether it be the same Person , is not certainly determin'd , among the twelve Sirnamed Scholastici or Grammatici , of whom see more in Julianus , in the foregoing Treatise . Minos , not that King of Crete , so famous for his Labyrinth , but the second Tragic writer , as he is delivered , after Theomis . Modestus , a Name only known by 2 Hexastichs upon Lucretia , in Gillius his Collection of Epigrams and old Poems . N. Nicochares , an Athenian Comic Poet , of whose Fables several are mentioned by Suidas and Athenaeus ; he is said to have been Contemporary with , and by some judg'd equal to Aristophanes . Nicocles ▪ a Comic Poet , whose Fable Acarii , is cited by Athenaeus lib. 8. P. Palladius Rutilius Taurus Aemilianus , a Latin writer of good note and Antiquity ( though in what Age he Flourisht , is not certainly determined ) whose Books of Agriculture are commonly publisht with those other Antient writers De Re Rustica : and among the rest of his Books , there is one De Insitione Arborum , wholly in Verse , and that in a style that might render him esteem'd a Poet , though he were not of the Antients . Phaedrus , a Thracian , who living in the Reign of Augustus ( whose Freed-man he is said to have been ) and Tiberius , is applauded for his Version of Aesop's Fables into such Elegant Verse , as savours of the purity of those times . Publius Cornelius Scipio Africanus , the most Illustrious of Roman Captains , if at least we suppose him to be that Scipio Africanus , the elder , whose incomparable sobriety and incontinence of li●e so well agrees with that only Verse , which is delivered to be extant of his writings , Maxima cunctarum victoria victa voluptas . Publius Terentius Varro ; see Terentius Varro Atracinus , in the foregoing Treatise . Puppius , an old Latin Poet of whom we only find remaining one Distich , an Epitaph upon Publius Scipio Africanus , in the Epigrammata & Poematia vetera , printed by Gillius at Paris an . 1580. Q. Quintus Aurelius Symmachus , a Roman Patrician , Senator and Consul , Contemporary with Boethius , whose Father in Law he was : besides his Epistles and other things in Prose , there are some Fragments of his in Latin Verse , in the above mentioned Collection of Epigrams and old Poems . R. Rufus , Sirnamed Domesticus , subscribed to an Epigram in the seventh Book of the Greec Anthology . S. Samius , a Name subscribed to an Epigram in the third Book of the Greec Anthology , and thought to be the same with Sammius and Ammius , in other places . Sosicrates , a Comic Poet , whose Diadochae , Cretica and Philadelphi , are cited by Athenaeus ; and ( if Sosicrates Phanagorites be the same Person ) his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , there is also an Iambic Distich of Sosicrates in Stobaeus his Sermon De Philantia . Sulpitius , a Noble Roman , Poet and Orator , who was Tribunus Plebis in the contention between Cajus Caesar the Aedile , & his Brother Lucius the Praetor : besides what Giraldus mentions of him out of Asconius Pedianus , his choose Heroic Verses & 70 Epigrams , may probably be judged to be , which bearing his Name were found in a Monastery near Bobio in Italy an . 1494. Symeon , an antient Greec Presbyter , whose Sermones and Hymns are preserved in the Library at Auspurgh , by the testimony of Conradus Gesner . T. Thaletas , a Cretan , or Illyrian , Lyric Poet , whom Suidas delivers to have written before Homer's time : there was also of the same name a Gnossian Rhapsodist , who , as the same Suidas testifies , wrote certain Fabulous Stories in Verse . Thallus , an antient Epigrammatist remember'd only by one Hexastich in the second Book of the Greec Florilegium . Theodoritus , an old Grammarian , of whom there is a Distich in the second Book of the Greec Florilegium . Theomis , a Contemporary of Orestes , and said by some to have been the first Deviser of Tragical Melodies . Timolaus , a Larissaean Rhetorician , who to each Verse of Homer's Iliads inserted another of his own , yet keeping the sence entire ; the beginning of which Poems is recited by Suidas . U. Valerianus , his Lepid , acute and not unelegant Epigram ( for such is the commendation given it by , a judicious Author ) upon the death of Cicero , is to be found in Gillius his Collection of Epigrams and and old Poems ; together with a Tristich in praise of Hercules , he may probably be taken for the same Person with the Emperor Valerianus , of whom there is said to be a Fragment in the Gregorian Codex . Vitalis , one of the 12 sirnamed Scholastici , mentioned in Julianus , in the foregoing Treatise . Vomanus , another of the forementioned twelve ; but moreover peculiarly mentioned and commended for his Verses De Laudibus Hortuli , which are to be found in Gillius his Collection . X. Xanthus , a Contemporary and Colleague of Stosichorus Himeraeus , there are divers of his Verses cited by Aelian lib. 4. of his Varia Historia . Xenocrates , and Xenocritus , two Epigrammatic Poets ; the first remember'd by a Tetrastich in the fourth Book , the second by an Octostich in the 3 d Book , of the Greec Anthology . Z. Zelotas , a Name preserved by only 2 Epigrams in the Greec Florilegium . Zenobius , a Grammarian , besides whose Distich in the fourth Book of the Gr. Flor. there are Verses of him cited in the Greec Cornucopia of Varinus Phavorinus Camers . Zonas , another Pillar of the Gr. Floril . named to a Octostich in the first Book , & two Hexastichs in the sixth . Zosimus , a Thasian Epigrammatist , but of whom there are only extant 2 Hexastichs in the first and sixth Book of the Greec Florilegium . Of the Moderns . A. ADrianus Scholasticus , an Antuerpian , whose Varia Carmina are printed with the selected Latin Poems of divers other not obscure Writers of the Low-Countries . Adrianus Scorelius , his Elegies are publisht with the selected Works of other Belgic Writers of Latin Poetry . Annibal Caro , noted for his Rime or Sonnets equal with several other Italian Writers of that kind . Alexander Necham , Prior of Cirencester , the Learnedest English-man of of his Age , which was the Reign of King John : in the opinion of Balaeus , who also particularly honours him with the Appellation of a famous Philosopher , Theologist , Rhetorician & Poet ; and among the rest of his works , mentions his Carmina diversa . Allain Chartier , Secretary to King Lewis the Eleventh of France , by whose Queen the Lady Anne of Brittain , he was so admir'd for his Poetry , that as she passed by one day to her Lodging , and saw him leaning on a tables end a sleep , she stoopt down to kiss him , with this expression in the hearing of many ( as the Anonymous Author of the Art of English Poetry testifies ) We may not of Princely Curtesy passe by , and not honour with a kiss the Mouth from whence so many sweet Ditties and golden Poems have issued . Antonius Schonhovius ; see Florentius , in the foregoing Treatise of the Moderns . Antonius Thylesius , wr. a Latin Poem Cyclops & Galathea . Arnulph of Lysieux , a French Poet , taken notice of by Cambden for his Latin Epitaph , upon King Henry the First of England . B. Benedictus Arias Montanus , that Learned Spaniard , famous for his Edition of a Polyglot Bible , which neverthe●ess is far surpass't by that set forth about 12 years since , much to the credit of our Nation , by Doctor Walton , the first Bishop of Chester , since his Majestie 's Restauration : There is also mention'd of his writing a Book of Latin Hymns . Benedetto del Vva , a not obscure Person among the Italian Lyric writers , or Sonnetiers . Bernardino Tomitano , another of the same order and Quality : as likewise , C. Camillo Peregrino . Caesar Delphinus , remember'd by his Maxias , a Poem in Latin Heroic Verse . Camillo Porcetti , his Venetia Diffesa , is mentioned among the late Heroic Poems of Italy . Charles Aleyn , wrote in English Verse the Life of K. Henry the 7 th , with the Battel of Bosworth ; also the Battels of Cressy and Poictiers . Charles Fitz-Geoffry , a Poetical writer of Queen Elizabeth's Reign , of some esteem formerly , I judge , by that Collection of choice flowers & Descriptions , as well out of his , as the works of several others , the most renowned Poets of our Nation , collected above 60 years ago . Charles Middleton , another of the same time , or there about , of the same concernment , in the forementioned Collection . Claudius Espencaeus , a French-Man , whose Latin Poem Heroides is the chiefly mentioned of his Poetical works . Cornelius Boius , his Raptus Benjamitarum , Rhodope , E tumulo Thalamus , and Venus orta Mari , are publisht in a Volume together with Jacobus Catzius his Patriarcha Bigamus , and several little Poems of Gaspar Barlaeus , not mentioned in the foregoing Treatise of the Moderns ; as his Pharmaceutria and Damon , or the Nuptials of Cyrus and Aspatia , in 2 Books : his Cynismus , or the Nuptials of Crates the Theban Philosopher , with Hipparcha ; his Rhadamanthus , or Poem of the Rape of the 2 Messenian Virgins Tryphosa and Jocasta ; his Virgo Androphorus , his Amphitryo Tolosanus , and his Faces Sacrae , or Paraphrase of the Song of Salomon . D. Dan Elingham , a Benedictin Monk of Linton , about the time of K. Henry the Third , taken notice by the Learned Cambden , among the Latin Rythmers of that time : his Verses upon John Baptist , painted in a White-Fryars weed , at the White-Fryars Church in Nottingham , being quoted by the said Author . Dionysius Petavius , a learned French Jesuite , chiefly famous for his most exact Chronology , entitled Rationarium temporis ; but mentioned also with commendation by Dr Duport , for his Version of David's Psalms into Greec Verse ; besides a Book of Latin Poems . E. Edw. Dier , a Poetical Writer , who seems formerly to have been in good esteem , being rank't with some of the most noted Poets of Qu. Elizabeth's time ; and a contributer with the chief of them , out of his writings to the above mentioned Collection : and with him we may perhaps not unfitly rank , John Markham , Henry Constable , Thomas Achelly , John Weever , George Turbervile , besides Lodge , Green , Gascoign and others , that have been already mentioned . Edw. Ferris , a writer for the most part to the Stage in K. Henry the 8 th's time in Tragedy , and sometimes Comedy or Interlude , with much skill & magnificence in his Meeter , & wherein , saith the Author of the Art of English Poesy , he gave the King so much good Recreation , as he had thereby many good rewards . Erasmus Michael Laetus , remember'd by his Margaretica , in Latin Heroic Verse . F. Francis Davison's Poetical Rhapsodie , dedicated to W. Earl of Pembroke , Lord Steward of the Houshold to his late Majesty King Charles the First , appears to have been in those daies not ill received , since it endured four Impressions . Francis Hubart , a writer of much about the same time , though scarce with the same success , of the History of Joseph in English Verse . Franciscus Maurus , known by a Latin Poem of Heroic title Franciscias , in 13 Books . Franciscus Sweertius , his Varia Carmina are among the selected works of other Belgic writers in Latin Poetry ; as likewise , Franciscus Thorius Bellio , his Varia Carmina . Fridericus Hofmannus , Con-Rector of the Colledge of Elbing ; his Epigrammatum Poeticum Colludium , or Lusuum . Epigr. Centuriae , was printed at Amsterdam an . 1665. G. Gandolpho Porrino , his Rime rank him with some others of the noted Sonnetiers of Italy . Gaspar Barlaeus ; see Cornelius Boius . Gaspar Schetus Corvinus , an Antuerpian , whose Varia are publisht with the selected works of other Belgic writers in Latin Poetry . Gaulfrid , one of the oldest of our Modern Poets , for he was Contemporary with Joseph of Exeter : he is mentioned by Chaucer in his Description of Chaunticleer the Cock's being carried away by Reynard the Fox , with great Veneration , for his Elegy upon King Richard the First , out of which being in a more judicious Latin strain then was the usual custom of those times , divers Verses are quoted by the Learned Cambden in his Remains . Georgius Gallus Chrudimenus ; see Gallus Chrudimenus , in the foregoing Treatise of the Moderns . Giovan Battista Guarini ; see Battista Guarini , in the foregoing Treatise of the Moderns . Giovan Battista Attendolo , Giovanni Guidaccione , Giovan Moccarello , Giovanni Salzilli , a Roman , Girolamo Bartolomei , Girolamo Mentouato , and Girolamo Volpe , a Knot of Italian Poetisers , chiefly in their Lyric way of Sonnets , Canzonets , &c. only Bartolomei is chiefly mentioned for Tragedy . Godfry , Prior of Winchester , an Epigrammatist in the Reign of King Henry the First , very much admired by Cambden , who in his Remains takes pleasure to quote severall of his Epigrams , and commends Winchester likewise for a Nursery of Men excelling in the Poetical Faculty , adding that the very Genius loci doth seem Poetical . Godofridus Mylandius wrote Latin Idyls and Odes . Gulielmus Apulensis wrote in Latin Verse 5 Books of the Affairs of the Normans in Italy . H. Henry of Aurench , a Frenchman , Poet to Philip the Second of France , whom nevertheless our Michael , the Merry Cornish Poet , makes bold to play upon in his old Latin Drolling Rhythmes . Henry Bell , a Collector of the Customs under King Henry the Fourth , out of whose Satyr in Latin Verse against the Exchequer Officers of that time ; several passages are quoted by Cambden . Henry Constable ; see Edw. Dier . Henry , Arch-Deacon of Huntingdon , one of the most noted , and by Polydore and Leland most commended of the Scriptores Angl. but besides his 8 Books De Regibus Anglorum , and other things in History , he is said to have extoll'd to the Skies , and that in elegant Verse , in the opinion of Balaeus , King Alfred and his Daughter Ethelfleda , with other Great Persons of that time : he wrote also Odes , Epistles , and other things in Verse . Henry of Winchester , an old Latin Versifier , quoted by Cambden , among the English Poetical Writers of former Ages . Hermannus Blasius wrote a Latin Poem Arethusa . Hercole Bentivoglio , a noted Person among the Italian Writers of Sonnets , and other Lyric Poetry . Hildebert , Bishop of Main , and afterwards Arch-Bishop of Tours ; a borderer between the Antients & Moderns , for he flourisht about the year of our Lord 1090 : his Exposition up● the Office of the Masse in Latin Verse , is by some commended for Elegancy of style : he wrote also Hymns and Orations , in several sort of Verse , and is thought to be that old Epigrammatist , as Cambden calls him , out of whom he cites a parcel of Latin Verses , in praise of England . Hugh Holland , a Poetical Writer , thought worthy by some to be mentioned with Spencer , Sidny and other , the Chief of English Poets ; with whom nevertheless he must needs be confess 't inferior , both in Poetic ●ame ad Merit . Hugh , Arch-Deacon of York , one whom I find mentioned among the Old English Versifiers , and the rather to be taken notice of for Antiquities sake . I. Jacobus Gaddius , an Italian , noted for what he writ as well in Latin , as Vernacular Poetry . Jacobus Sluperius , a Flandrian , of the Town of Hersel , whose Varia are publisht with the collected works of other Belgic Writers of Latin Poetry . D r James Duport , Master of Magdalen Colledge in Cambridge , in which University he was for many years ( most worthily in respect of his exquisite perfection therein ) Professor of the Greec Tongue ; and for Greec Verse how not inferior to the Chief of the Moderns ? his so well esteemed Metaphrases of Davids's Psalms , Job , Ecclesiastes , and the Canticles , sufficiently testifie . Joannes Callius , a Latin Hymnographer of Erford . Joannes Sirnamed from his Order Canonicus , an Englishman , the Author ( among other works ) of a Book of Latin Poems , as Balaeus testifies , in the Reign of K. Henry the Third . Joannes Garisolius , a late German Writer of a well approved style , in Latin Poetry . Joannes Peckam , a Franciscan in the Reign of King Edw. the First ; among whose many other works Balaeus makes mention of his Carmina diversa . Sir John Harrington , no less noted for his Book of Witty Epigrams , then his judicious Translation of Ariosto's Orlando Furioso . John Heywood , an old fashioned Dramatic writer , as appears by the title of his Interludes ; viz. The Play of Love , the Play of the Weather , the Play between Johan and his Wife , and the Play between the Pardoner and the Fryar , the Curate and his Neighbour , the Play of Gentleness and Nobility , in two parts ; besides two Comedies the Pinner of Wakefeild , and Philotas Scotch . There was of this Name in King Henry the Eighth's Reign an Epigrammatist , who , saith the Author of the Art of English Poetry , for the mirth & quickness of his conceits , more than any good Learning was in him , came to be well benefited by the King. John Lacy ; one of the best and most applauded of our English Actors , in this present Age ; but whose wit not wholly confin'd to Action , hath also produc't two ingenuous Comical P●eces , viz. Monsieur Ragou , and the Dumb Lady . John Markham ; see Edw. Dier . John de Mehunes , a French Poet , out of whom Chaucer is said to have borrowed his Troilus and Cressida , and some other of his Poems . John Skelton , the Poet Laureat mentioned in the foregoing Treatise of the Moderns , lived in the time of King Henry the Eighth ; and for his Satyrical Invectives against Cardinal Woolsy , was forc't to fly to Sanctuary at Westminster , where in a years time he died , either of grief or ill usage . John Weever ; see Edw. Dier . M. Marco Antonio Giraldi , Marco Bartolomeo Gottifredi , Marco Lamberti , Marco Paulo Antonio Ciocca , a Quaternion of Italian Sonnetiers . Marco Girolamo Fracastorio , was e●ually happy in Vernacular ▪ and Latin Poetry . See Hieronymus Fracastorius , in the foregoing Treatise of the Moderns . Monsieur Moliere , the pleasantest of French Comedians , for smart Comic wit and Mirth ; and to whom our English Stage hath within a few years been not a little beholding . N. Nicholas Lord Vaux , a Poetical Writer among the Nobility , in the Reign of King Henry the Eighth ; whose Commendation , saith the Author of the Art of English Poesy , lyeth chiefly in the facility of his Meeter , and the aptness of his Descriptions , such as he takes upon him to make , namely in sundry of his Songs , wherein he sheweth the conunterfeit action very lively and pleasantly . Nicolaus Stopius , a Fleming of the town of Alost ; whos 's Varia are publisht with the selected works of other Noted Belgic Writers in Latin Poetry . P. Paganus Piscator , vulgarly Fisher , a Notable undertaker in Latin Verse , by his Marston Moor & other Latin Pieces , besides English ones not a few , which however meriting ( that we shall not stand now to examin ) he must not be forgotten , that was retained Poet Laureat to so Notorious a Man as Oliver Cromwell , to whom being usurper , if his Muse did homage , it must be considered that Poets in all times have been inclinable to ingratiate themselves with the highest in power by what title soever . Petronio Barbati da Poligno , a Sonnet writer among many others of the Italian Lyrics ; neither of the brightest nor obscurest fame . R. Richard Barnfeild , one of the same Rank in Poetry with Doctor Lodge , Robert Green , Nicholas Breton , and other Contemporaries already mention'd in the foregoing Treatise of the Moderns . Robertus Baston , a Carmelite of a Noble Family in Yorkshire , who had so great a fame in Poetry , that K. Edw. the First , in his Scotish Expedition , pitcht upon him to be the Celebrator of his Heroic Acts ; when being taken prisoner by the Scots , he was forc't by torments to change his Note , and represent all things to the advantage of Robert Bruce , who then laid claim to the Kingdom of Scotland . Besides his Poem De Bello Strivilensi ; there were publisht of his writing a book of Tragedies , with other Poems of various subject . T. Theophilus Hogersius , a Latin Versifier among the Chief of Scotland for Latin Poetry . Thomas Achelly ; see Edw. Dier . Thomas , Lord Buckhurst , in King Henry the Eighth's time , is esteem'd by the Author of the Art of English Poetry , equal with Edward Ferris , another Tragic writer already mentioned ; of both whom he saith , For such doings as I have seen of theirs , they deserve the price . Thomas Charnock , his Breviary of Natural Philosophy in English Verse , is publisht together with Tho. Nortons's Ordinal of Alchimy , John Dastins's dream , Bloomfeild's Blossoms , Abraham Andrew ' s Hunting of the green Lyon , G. Reply ' s Compound of A'chymy , and other collected works of the choicest of our old Poetisers in the Mysteries of Chymical Philosophy , by my honoured Freind Mr Ashmole , a Learned and most industrious Inquirer into all the Curiosities of Antiquity , in his Book entitled Theatrum Chymicum Britannicum . Thomas Ocleave , a very famous English Poet in his time , which was the Reign of King Henry the Fourth and Henry the Fifth ; to which last he Dedicated his Government of a Prince , the chiefly remember'd of what he writ in Poetry , and so much the more famous he is by being remember'd to have been the Disciple of the most fam'd Chaucer . W. Sir Walter Raleigh , a Person both sufficiently known in History , and by his History of the World , and seems also by the Character given him by the forementioned Author of the Art of English Poetry , to have express't himself more a Poet then the little we have extant of his Poetry , seems to import : For ditty and Amorous Ode , saith he , I find Sir Walter Raleigh's Vein most lofty , insolent and passionate . William Herbert , Earl of Pembroke , Lord Steward of the Houshold to his late Majesty King Charles the First ; not only a great favourer of Learned and Ingenious Men , but also of a Poetical Genious himself , as he discovers by those Amorous & not unelegant Airs ; which having been many years known by the Musical numbers of H. Laws , and N. Laneer , were publisht under his Name in the year 1660 ; and that ( as a great testimony of his Genuine title to them ) with the both approbation and desire of Caeciliana Coun●ess Dowager of Devonshire , as Doctor Donne takes notice in an Epistle to her before these Poems , to many of which also are printed the answers of Sir Benjamin Ruddyer , by way of Repartee . William Leighton Dedicated to King James a Poetical Peice , entitled Vertue Triumphant , or Lively Description of the four Vertues Cardinal , which came forth an . 1603. William Wicherly , a Gentleman of the Inner Temple , the Author of two witty Comedies , Love in a Wood , and the Gentleman Dancing Master . WOMEN Among THE ANTIENTS Eminent for Poetry . A. ANYLE , an Epigrammatic Poetess , whose name is to 17 Greec Epigrams in Planudes his Florilegium : her Verses of Birds are said to be yet extant . Aspasia , a Noble Milesian Dame , said to have been the Mistress , that is the Instructress of Pericles , the Great Athenian Philosopher and Orator ; for she was a Person of high and general Repute for her Wisedom and Learning ; but most particularly recommended to Posterity for what she hath written in Poetry , several of her Verses being remember'd by Athenaeus . Astyanassa , one of the Maids of Honour to that Helena , whose Beauty set Troy on fire ; whom yet surpassing in the theory of active love , she impudently committed by writing to the public view , and as 't is suppos'd , in Verse , the Descriptions of more Spintrian pranks and Gambols , then perhaps her Mistress ever practis'd or understood ; and which seem to have been a Pattern of those lew'd inventions , which the witty ribauld Aretine in after Ages , broch't for the use of the Sons of Priapus ; nor were there wanting in those times apt Schollars to such a Mistress , who prosecuted and enlarged upon the subject she had begun : Philenis , a strumpet of Leucadia , as unchast , saith a late Author , in her Verses , as her life ; and Elephantis , whose Molles Libelli are mentioned by Martial , as she herself by Plinie , Tatianus , Suidas and others . Athenais , the Daughter of Leontius , an Athenian Sophist ; her self also a Woman of that Wisdom and Ingenuity , as well natural as acquired by learning , that she was thought worthy to be chosen for a Wife by the greatest Prince of the World , the Emperor Theodosius the Second . B. Bocho , a poor Woman of Delphos , who pronouncing the Delphic Oracles , must needs be inspired with a Poetic Spirit ; besides which she is said to have composed divers Hymns . C. Carmenta ; see Nicostrata . Cassandra , the Daughter of Priamus King of Troy , a great Prophetess , and as some think , and that probably , by vertue of the same inspiration , Poetess also . Charixena , a very Learned Grecian Lady , who besides what she wrote in Prose , is said to have written many things in Verse , and particularly a Poem entitled Crumata : she is mentioned by Aristophanes . Claudia Ru●ina , a Noble British Lady , the Wife of Aulus Rufus Pudens , a Bononian Philosopher , and of the Roman Equestrian Order ; he is delivered to have been a great Associate with the Poet Martial , whom his advice prevail'd with to alter many of his Verses , and who in many places extols this Lady to the skies for her Beauty , Learning , and transcendent Vertues : of her Poetic writings there are remember'd by Balaeus , her Book of Epigrams , Elegy upon her Husband's death , and other Verses of various kind and subject : besides which she is said to have wrought many things both in Prose and Verse . Cleobule or Cleobuline , the Daughter of Cleobulus Prince of Lindus ; she is particularly noted for her faculty in Aenigmatical Sentences or Riddles , which she uttered or composed for the most part in Greec Verse . Corinna , a Theban Poetess , who wrote 5 Books of Epigrams ; and is said to have been 5 times Victress over Pindarus , she was the Daughter of Archelodorus and Procratia , and the Disciple of Myrthis , and is mentioned by Propertius , lib. 2. Besides her there were two others of the same Name , both fam'd for Poetry also , namely Corinna the Thespian , much extoll'ed by Antient writers , especially by Statius : and Corinna the Roman Lady , who flourishing in the time of Augustus , is highly celebrated by Ovid , who had a particucular friendship and admiration for her . Cornificia , a Roman Epigrammatic Poetesse , Sister to Cornificius ▪ D. Damophila , the Cousen-German , Associate and Em●latrix of Sappho , and Wife of Damophilus the Philosopher : she is said to have writ a Poem of Diana ; besides other Poems of an Amoumorous subject and is mentioned by Theophilus , in his Life of Apollonius Thyaneus . Debora , a great Prophess in Israel , of whom such was her repute at that time , that ( though a Wife , viz. of Lapidoth ) she was Judge or Supream Governess : her divine Hymn or Song upon the Deliverance of the Israelites from Jabin , K. of the Gananites , shews her to have been divinly inspir'd with a Poetic , no less then Prophetic Spirit . E. Erinna , a Poetess of Teos , who is said to have writ a Poem in the Doric Dialect , consisting of 300 Verses , besides Epigrams , though deceasing in the 19 th year of her age , which was under the Reign of Dion , Tyrant of ▪ Syracuse . Eucheria , an unknown Poetess , except by a Fragment of 32 Latin Verses in Gillius his forementioned Collection of Epigrams and old Poems . E●docia ; see Athenais . H. Hannah , the Wife of Elkanah , and Mother of the great Jewish Prophet Samuel ; for the joy of whose Birth , her divine Muse brake forth into a Hymn of thanksgiving . Hedyle , a Samian , or as some say , Athenian Poetess , of whom there are remember'd two Poems , her Scylla , our of which Athenaeus quotes several Verses ; and the Loves of Glaucus , which gift of Poetry , as she seems to have receiv'd from a Poetess her Mother , viz. M●schine , noted for Iambic Poetry ; so to have bequeathed to a Poet her Son , no less famous for Epigram . Helena Flavia , the Daughter of Coil King of Brittain , and by him the Mother of the Emperor ; Constantine the Great , among the rest of her works mentioned by Balaeus , is her Book of Greec Verses , she is said to have been the first finder out the real Wood of the Cross , upon which our Saviour was crucified . Helpis , the Daughter , as saith Ranulphus , of a King of Sicily ; but for certain , Wife of the famous Philosopher Boethius Severinus , there are extant of her Composing , as Giraldus 〈◊〉 , several ▪ Hymns upon the Apostles ; famous also and well known is her Epitaph upon her Husband . Histiaea , an Alexandrian Poetess mentioned by Aristophanes , and Strabo in his Homerica . Hypatia , the Daughter of Theon , the famous Geometrician of Alexandria , and the Wife of Ifidorus , the Philosopher ; she flourisht under the Em●eror Arcadius , chiefly for what she wrote in Astronomy , but is also mentioned by Suidas and Volaterranus , for several Poetical works in various kind of Verse . L. Lucia , a Roman Poetess Sirnamed Mima , from her Mimic or Cornical writings mentioned by Plinie . M. Manto , a very antient Poetess , from whom Mantua is said to have been denominated , and who is deliver'd to have been the Daughter of Tyresias . Textor . Marie , the greatest and most exalted of her Sex , as being the Virgin Mother of the Saviour of Mankind ; and though her Heavenly Muse hath produc't but one single Hymn the Magnificat , yet in that Hymn , as being upon the highest of subjects , and the most celebrated in Ch●istian Church , the most Divine and Seraphic of all P●ets . Megalostrate , the Mistress of the fam'd Lyric Poet Al●man , her self also of no mean repute in Poetry . Michaele , a she Centaur , or at least of that progenie or generation , so denominated , who as the story goes , instructed the Thessalians by an Elegiac Poem in the Art of Love ; which Poem Ovid is said to have 〈◊〉 . Maeroe , a Woman who seems to have been of the most considerable of the Antienos for Learning ; bu● most particularly remember'd by her Hymn to Neptune . Musca● , an ancient Lyric and Epigrammatic Poetess , whose Epigrams and Lyric● Nomi are mentioned by Caelius Rodiginus , in the first chapter of his ei●hth Book . 〈◊〉 a Byzantian Elegiac and Meli● Poetess , whose M●emosyne is remember'd by Athenaeus , lib. 11. of the same Myro most probably , for Suidas mention● two of that Name , are those various Poems in Elegiac Verse , taken notice of by Pausanias in his Boeotica , as also an Hexastich in the Book of the Greec Anthology : she is delivered to have been the Wife of Andromachus , the Philosopher . Myrtis , an Anthedonian Poetess , of whom there is remember'd Poem of the death of the Nymph Oc●ne , for whose Love 〈◊〉 died . N. Nic strata , or Carme●ta , the Mother of Enander , an ancient King of Italy , even before the arrival of 〈◊〉 into that Country . She is feign'd , for it will be look't upon rather as a●f●ction then real Story , to have been the first Inventor of Verse , which thence 〈◊〉 to be called Carmey . Nossis , an Epigrammatic Poetess , & by Antipater number'd also among the Lyrics . P. ●amphila , an Epidaurian , the Daughter of Soteridas , of whose writi●● several works as well in Verse as Prose , are reckon'd up by Suidas , in all which so great was her Repute ; that her Statue is said to have been erected by Cephisodorus . Perilla a Roman Lady , who living in the time of Augustus , was in general esteem for her Learning and vertue , and for her addiction to Poetry peculiarly admir'd and celebrated by Ovid , whose Scholar in Poetry , the 7 ●h Elegy of the third Book of his Tristia , whereof she is indeed the sole subject , intimates her to have been . Phemonoe , the first Priestess of Ap●llo ( as she is delivered to be ) and utterer of the Delphic Oracles ; and also the first Inventress of Heroic Verse ; in which she is said to have written many things , as Suidas and Volaterranus tes●ify . Polla Argentaria , the Wife of the Poet Lucan , and as is generally beleived his Grand assistant in the correction and polishing of a great part of his Pharsalia : she is much extoll'd by Martial , and also by Statius , in his second Book of Sylvae . Praxilla a Sycionian Dithy ambic Poetess , of whose writing there is a work entitled Metrum Praxilleum : she is said to have flourisht in the 32 d Olympiad ; and is reckon'd by Antipater Thessalus among the ● most famous Lyrics . Proba Valeriae Falconia , the Wife of Adelphus the Roman Proconsul , in the Reign of Honorius & Theodosius junior : she compos'd a Virgilian ▪ Ge● to upon the History of the Old and New Testament , which was 〈…〉 by Petrus Brub●●chi●● , an ▪ 1541. 〈…〉 Epitaph also upon her Husband's 〈◊〉 is particularly remem●●●● . S. Sappho , a Lesbian , ( the Daughter of Scamandarus , and Wise of 〈◊〉 , a ●ich Man of Andros , by whom she had a Daughter nam'd Cle● ) nor inferiour in same to the best of Lyric Poets ; and said to be the first Compose● of tha● sort of Lyric Verse , which from he is call'd Sapphi● ; in which some are extant under her name , besides which she is said to have writen Epigrams , Elegies , Iambi●s and Monodies , and to have flourisht in the 42 d Olympiad , and invented the Plectrum . Moreover , being a Poetess her self , she is likewise the subiect of Poetical Tradition , if at least it were the same Sappho ( for there have been imagin'd others of the same name ) who falling in love with Phao the 〈◊〉 Man , and finding her self slighted , was possest with a worse then Poetic madness to throw her self headlong from the rock Leucas into the Sea. Ovid , Statiu● , and others of the Latin Poets acknowledge but one Sappho Sibylls , several Women whoever they were ( for it is not certainty agreed on among Authors ) vulgarly concluded to have been Divinely inspir'd with a Spirit , both of Prophesy and Poetry : Politian accounts them to have been 12 in number , under these Names , Am●lthea , Marpesia , Herophile , Sabbe , Demo , Phygo , Phaetnnis , Carmenta , Manto , Pythia . Phem●noe , and Deiphobe● Sebastianus Franc. 11 , Martianus Capella but two : Aelianus in his Book de Varia Historia , reckons 〈◊〉 Erythraea , Samia , Egyptia , and Sardinia . But the general received number of them is 10 , according to Va●ro , Liactantius , Justin Martyr , St. Augustin , & others , & those entitled as followeth , viz. 1 , Sibylla Agrippa , otherwise Persis or Chaldaea , by the name of Sambethe , and by some surmis'd to have been the Daughter of Noah : 2. , Sibylla Lybica , remember'd by Euripides in his Prologue of Lamia ; who ha●h been conjectur'd to be the same 〈…〉 3 , Sibylla 〈…〉 by 〈◊〉 in his Book of 〈…〉 4. Sibylla Italica or 〈…〉 notice of by 〈…〉 and Piso in his Annals 〈…〉 to have been the same with 〈◊〉 the Mother of E●ander : 5. Sibylla E●ythroea , who particularly 〈◊〉 the Destruction of Troy : 6 ▪ Sibylla 〈◊〉 , by the name of Pytho , men●ion'● by ●●●tosthenes in his Annals of 〈…〉 Cumana , by some nam'd 〈…〉 by others Damophila , by others Herophile ; the same , as 't is thought● that brought the 9 Books to 〈◊〉 Priscus : 8 , Sibylla 〈…〉 who is deliver'd to have flourisht in the time of Solon : 9 , Sibylla 〈◊〉 10 , 〈◊〉 Tiburtina , nam'd Albun●●● , who is said to have liv'd in the time of Augustu● , and to have warned 〈◊〉 to worship a Child , that should 〈…〉 of a Virgin ; to which purpose also 〈◊〉 those Oracles in Greec Verse● which whe●her the real work of those ancient Sibylls , to whom they are 〈◊〉 , imputed , and under that motion● 〈◊〉 hath been the dispute and inquiry of many , and may very well ; espe●ially in respect of some of them , the 〈◊〉 of whose being in the number of the Sibylla , may easily be question'd , much more their being the Authors of those Greec Verses , considering either their time or Country . Sosipatra , a Lydian , the Wife of Aedesius , whom being of a Prophetic Spirit , and foretelling future events , in Verse no doubt , as the Antients especially were wont to do , some have not doubted to place among the Poets . She is mention'd by Eugapius and Volater●●●us . Sulpitia , a most Learned Roman Lady , the Wife of Calenus : she is reported by Fulgosus l. 8. cap. 3. to have written many things in Heroic Verse ; and is elegantly ce●ebrated by Martial , in the 35 ●h Epigram of his tenth Book , and in the 38 ●h Epigram of the same Book to her Husband Calenus : under the name of this Sulpitia , there are some Fragments printed in some Editions of Ausonius , and a Fragment of two Epigrams in Gillius his Collection of Epig. & Po●matia vetera . T. Telesil●a , a Noble Poetess of Argo● , who upon consulting the Oracle about her health , being advis'd to betake her self to the Study of the Muses , grew in a short time so excellent , that animated by the charming power of her Verse , the Argive Women under her conduct were able to repel Cleomenes , the Spartan King , from the Seige of Argos , and afterwards King Demaratus from the Seige of Pamphiliacum , with shameful loss and retreat . Theano , a triple female name of considerable repute in Poetry : the first of this Name was Theano Locrensis , or Native of the Citty Locri , and Sirnamed Melica , from the exact M●lody , to which all her Lyric Airs and Songs were compos'd : the second a Cretan Poetess , and by some delivered to have been the Wife of Pythagoras : the third Theano Thuria , or Metapontina , said to have been the Wife of Carystius , some say Brantinus of Crotona , and the Daughter of the Poet Lycophron ; they are all three mentioned by 〈◊〉 : moreover , there are 3 Epistle● of Theano probably one of these ● now mentioned ; though which of them is not determined , publisht with the Epistles of several antient Greec Authors at Venice by Aldus . Thymele , a Musical Poetess remember'd by Martial , said to have been the first introducer into the Scene of a sort of Dance , which from her is call'd by the Greecs 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , from her also a sort of Altar antiently often used in Theaters , is concluded to have taken its appellation . WOMEN Among THE MODERNS Eminent for Poetry . A. ANGELA de Nugarolis , an Italian Lady , the Daughter of Antonius de Nugarolis , of a very universal knowledge ; but most especially accomplisht in Grammar , Rhetoric , and Poetry . Anne Askew , the Daughter of Sir Wil●iam Askew , of Lincoln-shire : she is is remember'd among the English writers as well in Verse as Prose , for a Woman of singular beutie , Vertue and ingenuity ; but above all for her constant assertion of the Protestant Faith she had embrac't , even to the death , which she undauntedly suffer'd with many others , who upon the same occasion , in Queen Mary's Reign , were brought to the stake . Anne Broadstreet , a New-England Potess , no less in title , viz. before her Poems , printed in Old-England anno 1650 ; then The tenth Muse sprung up in America , the memory of which Poems consisting chiefly of Descriptions of the four Elements , the four Humours , the four Ages , the four Seasons , and the four Monarchies , is not yet wholly extinct . Anna Maria Shurman , an Hollandish Lady , of the most celebrated Fame for Learning of any of her Sex that I have heard of in Europe , at this day , by her Epistles to many of the most Eminent●y Learned Men of this Age , and other extant and generally known works , whereof part in Verse , both in Latin , Greec and Hebrew . Arabella , an English Lady , in the time of King James , whose near Kinswoman she was , and who upon her secret Marriage with Mr. William Seymour , afterwards Earl and Marquess of Hertford , was with her Husband committed to the Tower , where she died : she was a Lady of no less Eminence for Learning and ingenuous parts , then for her Quality ; and as saith an English w●iter , who makes mention of her , She had a great facility in Poetry , and was elaborately conversant among the Muses . What correspondence Andrew Melvin , the Witty Scotchman , had with her in the Tower , being Prisoner there at the same time , hath been already mention'd . Astrea Behn a Dramatic writer , so much the more considerable as being a Woman , to the present English Stage , to which she hath contributed 2 Comedies , the Dutch Lady , and the Amorous Princess , the Forc't Marriage , a Tragy-Comedy , and the Fatal Jealousy , a Tragedy . B. Lady 〈◊〉 one of the four Daughters of Sir Antony Cook , the other three were the Lady Burleigh ; the Lady Russel ; and Mis Killigrew ▪ of whose Genius in Poetry , whatever hath been known extant , there is the testimony of a Grand Author , viz. Sir John Harringtor , who in his Allegory upon the 37 th Book of Ariosto's O●lando Fu●ioso ▪ gives them all a very large Character for Learning , and particularly for Poetry ; and of one of them he cite ; the Latin Verses sent from Cornwall , to her Sister the Lady Burleigh , being then at Court , to use her utmost interest , that her Lover might not be sent abroad upon an Emba●●y , which was intended . C. Cassandra Fedele , a Venetian Lady , born in the year 1465 , the Daughter of Angelo Fedele and Barbara Leonia : she was for her excellence in the Latine & Greec Tongues , History , Philosophy , and the Arts , very much esteem'd by Angelus Politianus , & remember'd by Fulgosus lib. 1. c. 3. Rerum Morabilium , for a Volume of Latin Poems of various subject and kind . Catherine Philips , the most applauded , at this time , Poetess of our Nation , either of the present or former Ages , and not without reason , since both her Fame is of a fresh and lively date from the but late publisht Volume of her Poe●ical works , and those also of a style suitable to the humour and Genius of these times . E. Lady Elizabeth Carew , wrote the Tragedy of Mariam . Elizabetha Joanna Westoni● , an English Poetess of some repute in the esteem of Farnabie , who ranks her with Sir Th. More , Alabaster , Drurie , and other English writers of Latin Poetry . H. Hildegardis , an Abbess of the Benediction Order , of the Monastery of St. Rupert , in the Earldom of Spanheim , in Germany : who besides the several Volumes she wrote in Prose , both in Theology and Medicine , is said to have written also a Book of Latin Poems of various argument and Vers. I. Lady Jane Grey , the Daughter of the Duke of Suffolk , far more happy in her Learning , wherein she took wonderful delight , and her sine Vein in Poetry , for which she is by many highly commended , then in her being proclaimed Queen of England ; which honour after a very short time of enjoyment , brought her to an untimely end . K. Mis. Killigrew ; see the Lady Bacon . L. Lucretia Marinella , an Italian Lady ; who wrote a Poem of the Dignity and Preheminence of Women . M. Magdalena Acciniola , a Lyric Poetess , after the manner of the Italians in Sonnet , Canzon , and Madrigal . Margaret , Dutchess of New-Castle , lately deceas't , a very obliging Lady to the World ; and withall not regardless of her own future Fame , by so largely and copiously imparting to public view her studious Endeavours in the Arts and Ingenuities , there being three ample Volumes of hers in Print ; one of Orations , the other of Philosophical Notions and Discourses , the third of Dramatic and other kinds of Poetry . Mary Morpeth , a Scotch Poetess , and a friend of the Poet Drummond , of whom , besides many other things in Poetry , she hath a large Encomium in Verse . Mary , Countess of Pembroke , the Sister of the Incomparable Sir Philip Sidney , whose Arcadia was consecrated to her vertuous inclination to Poetry , and other Ingenuities , there is extant of his writing the Tr. of Antonius and Albions Triumph , besides what other things she probably may be imagin'd to have writ , though now not known . Lady Mary Wroth , the Wife of Sir Robert Wroth , an Emulatress perhaps of Philip Sidny's Arcadia , by her Vrania , a Poetical History of the same nature ; but much inferiour in Fame . Mildred● , one of the fo●e me●tion'd four Daughters of Sir Anthony Cook and Wife to the Lord 〈◊〉 who with the rest of her Sisters is equally commended by Sir John Harrington , and others , both for Learning in general and in particular for her Vein in Poetry . O. Olympi● Clara , an Italian Lady no less famous then her Name imports ▪ for what she hath writ in Verse . R. Lady Russell , one of the four Daughters of Sir Anthony Cook , already mention'd . S. Madam 〈◊〉 , the Sister of that most Famous of French Romancer● Monsieur Scudery ; whose assistant she is said to have been in many of his works , and of Clelia to have had the principal share : she also writ a Book of Poems , which have the commendation of a more than feminine wit and Fancy . U. 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Ballads, English -- Texts. 2003-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-11 John Latta Sampled and proofread 2003-11 John Latta Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Westminster-Drollery . Or , A Choice COLLECTION Of the Newest SONGS & POEMS BOTH AT Court and Theaters . BY A Person of Quality . With Additions . LONDON , Printed for H. Brome at the Gun in St. Paul Church Yard , near the West End. MDCLXXI . WESTMINSTER-DROLLERY . The first Song in the Ball at Court. 1. I Pass all my Hours in a shady old Grove , And I live not the day that I see not my Love : I survey every Walk now my Phillis is gone , And sigh when I think we were there all alone . O then 't is , O then I think there 's no such Hell , Like loving , like loving to well . 2. But each shade and each conscious Bow'r that I find , Where I once have been happy , and she has been kind , And I see the print left of her shape in the Green , And imagine the pleasure may yet come agen , O then 't is , O then I think no joy's above The pleasures , the pleasures of love . 3. While alone to my self I repeat all her charms , She I love may be lock'd in another mans arms : She may laugh at my cares , and so false she may be , To say all the kind things she before said to me . O then 't is , O then I think there 's no such Hell , Like loving , like loving too well . 4. But when I consider the truth of her heart , Such an innocent passion , so kind , without art , I fear I have wrong'd her , and hope she may be So full of true love , to be jealous of me . O then 't is , O then I think no joys above The pleasures , the pleasures of Love. The second Song in the Masque at Court. 1. A Lover I am , and a Lover I 'le be , And hope from my Love I shall never be free . Let wisdom be blam'd in the grave woman-hater , Yet never to love , is a sin of ill nature : But he who loves well , and whose passion is strong , Shall never be wretched , but ever be young . 2. With hopes and with fears , like a Ship in the Ocean , Our hearts are kept dancing , and ever in motion . When our passion is pallid , and our fancy wou'd sail , A little kind quarrel supplies a fresh gale : But when the doubt's clear'd , and the jealousi's gone , How we kiss , and embrace , and can never have done . A Song at the King's House . 1. HOw hard is a heart to be cur'd That is once overwhelm'd with despair , 'T is a pain by force is endur'd , Despises our pity , and scoffs at our fear : But if nothing but Death shall untie Those fetters wherewith you enslave me , For your sake I am ready to try If you are unwilling to leave me , Then I am not unwilling to die . 2. How much were it better complying With the tears , the sighs , and the groans Of a poor distrest Lover dying , And list to the cries of his pitiful moans : When your Slave shall in triumph be led To see the effects of good nature , It shall for your honour be sed , 'T is true you have kill'd a poor Creature , Yet have rais'd him again from the dead . 3. Though your heart be as cold as the ice is , At one time or other you 'l find , That love has a thousand devices To banish could thoughts from your scrupulous mind . Thy aid mighty Iove I implore , That thou to the fair one discover , The joys I have for her in store , Which she to her passionate Lover Will say , shee 'll be cruel no more . A Song at the Kings House . 1. CLoris , let my passion ever , Be to you as I design : Flames so noble , that you never Saw the like till you knew mine . 2. Not a breath of seigned passion From my lips shall reach your ears ; Nor this love that 's now in fashion ; Made of modest sighs and tears . 3. In my breast a room so sitting For your heart I will prepare , That you 'l never think of quitting , Were you once but harbour'd there . 4. The Rent's not great that I require From your heart , mine to repay : Fortitude's all I desire To keep your lodging from decay . 5. Fairest Saint , then be not cruel , Nor to love me count i● sin ; Since a smile from you is fewel , For to keep this fire in . 6. When I am forc'd by death or age , From your flames for to retire , All true Lovers I 'll engage Still my passion to admire . The last Song at the Kings House . 1. A Wife I do hate , For either she 's false , or she 's jealous ; But give me a Mate That nothing will ask or tell us : She stands on no terms , Nor chaffers by way of Indenture ; Her love 's for your Farms , But takes the kind man at a venture . 2. If all prove not right , Without Act , Process , or Warning , From a Wife for a night You may be divorc'd in the morning . Where Parents are slaves Their Brats cannot be any other ; Great Wits and great Braves Have alwayes a P●nk to their M●ther . A Song . 1. WEr'● thou but half so wise as thou art fair , Thou would'st not need such courting , 'T will prove a loss you 'll ne'er repair , Should you still defer your sporting . This peevish shall I , shall I , you 'll repent , When your spring is over , Beauties after — math — no kind friends hath To gratifie a Lover . 2. Perhaps you may think 't is a sin to deal , Till Hymen doth authorize you : Though the Gods themselves sweet pleasure steal , That to coyness thus advise you . Pox upon the Link-boy and his Taper , I 'll kiss , although not have you , 'T was an Eunuch wrote all the Text that you quote , And the Ethicks that inslave you . 3. I am sure you have heard of that sprightly Dame That with Mars so often traded , Had the God but thought she had been to blame , She had surely been degraded . Nor is blind Cupid less esteemed For the sly tricks of his Mother , For men do adore that Son of a Whore , As much as any other . 4. 'T is plain antiquity dothlie Which made Lucretia squeamish ; For that which you call Chastity . Upon her left a blemish : For when her Paramour grew weak , Her passion waxed stronger , For the Lecherous Drab her self did stab 'Cause ●arquin staid no longer . 5. Then away with this Bugbear Vice , You are lost if that you fly me , In Ell●ium ( if you here are nice ) You never shall come nigh me : Hell for V●stals is a Cloyster I don't run doting thither , For the pleasant shades are for her that trades : Let 's truck and go together . A late Song by a Person of Quality . 1. ALas , what shall I do ? I have taken on me now To make a Song , I vow ; O wo is me : I am commanded to 't , I dare nor stand it out , Though I am put to th' rout , it must be : Thou shalt do 't , then stand to 't , I 'll set my Muse 〈◊〉 fo● With a good chirping Cup , There may some hidden Mine , spring from the jui●● of wine ▪ Then take 't and drink it up . 2. Pox on 't , it will not do , I must have t'other too , I claim it as my due , and must love't ; For where the Land is dry , the good Husband he doth hi● To bring the water nigh to improve't . He●e's the use of the Juice , open me then the sluce , And deny my wit in grain ; That Skull 's ne'er empty that takes it in plenty , It 's the only spring of the brain . 3. Madam now you may see what obedience is in me , I have done what may be to obey , I have set my Muse on foot , with the sprightly grape to boot , Your Commands made me do 't , they must sway : If my pate soon or late , shall bring forth some conceit , To you my wit I owe. If I do fall flat , it s because , mark you that , I am a Cup to low . If I spake sense enough , or did speak but stuff , All is alike to me ; I 'll never pause upon 't , you were the cause on 't , And that 's my Apologie . Silvia . Made by a Person of Honour . But the Answer and Reply lately added . SIlvia , tell me how long it will be Before you will grant my desire : Is there no end of your crueltie , But must I consume in this fire ? You 'll not tell me you love me , nor yet that you hate , But take pleasure in seeing me languish Ah Silvia pity my desperate state , For you are the cause of my anguish : Her ANSWER . DAmon , I tell thee I never shall be In a humour to grant thy desire ; Nor can I be tax'd with crueltie , Having one that I more do admire . For 't is him that I love , and thee that I hate , Yet I find you fain would be doing ; No , Damon , you never shall be my Mate , Then prethee , Friend , leave off thy wooing . His REPLY . SILVIA know , I never shall more Be a Suitor to pride and disdaining , Nor can my respects be as heretofore , Being now in the time of their waining : For I prize not thy love , nor I fear not thy hate , Then prethee take it for a warning , Whenever you meet with another mate , Faith Silvia leave off your scorning . A Song at the Kings House . 1. WHere-ever I am , and whatever I do , My Phillis is still in my mind : When angry , I mean not to Phillis to go , My feet of themselves the way find . Unknown to my self , I am just at her door , And when I would rail , I can bring out no more . Than , Phillis too fair and unkind . Than , Phillis too fair and unkind . 2. When Phillis I see , my heart burns in my brest , And the love I would stifle is shown , But asleep or wake , I am never at rest , When from mine eyes Phillis is gone . Sometimes a sweet dream does delude my sad mind , But alas when I wake , and no Phillis I find , Then I sigh to my self all alone , Then I sigh to my self all alone . 3. Should a King be my Rival in her I adore , He should offer his treasure in vain , O let me alone to be happy and poor , And give me my Phillis again : Let Phillis be mi●e , and ever be kind , I' could to a Desart with her be confin'd , And envy no Monarch his Reign , And envy no Monarch his Reign . 4. Alas ! I discover too much of my love , And she too well knows her own power ; She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove , And makes me grow jealous each hour . But let her each minute torment my poor mind , I had rather love Phillis both false and unkind , Then ever be freed from her power , Then ever be freed from her power . The Coy Lady slighted at last . 1. POor Celia once was very fair , A quick bewitching eye she had , Most neatly look'd her braided hair , Her lovely cheeks would make you mad● Upon her Lips did all the Graces play , And on her Breasts ten thousand Cupids lay . 2. Then many a doting Lover came , From seventeen unto twenty one : Each told her of his mighty flame , But she forsooth affected none ; This was not handsome , t'other was not fine ; This of Tobacco s●elt , and that of Wine . 3. But t'other day it was my fate To pass along that way alone : I saw no Coach before her Gate , But at her door I heard her moan , And dropt a tear , and sighing seem'd to say , Young Ladies marry , marry while you may . A Song at the Kings House . 1. WOrld thou art so wicked grown , That thy deceits I must disown , Since Knaves from honest men cannot be known , So general is Distraction : 2. Men that are grave and should be wise , In their opinions are so precise , That always they turn up the whites of their eyes , When plotting some other faction . Conventicles are grown so rife , Whose followers are so many , There 's so much gathered for their relief , Poor Cavaliers cannot get any . Wit without money is such a curse , No Mortal would be in its Clutches : And he that hath one without t'other is worse Than a Cripple without his Crutches . A Song by a Person of Quality . HOld , hold , and no further advance , For I 'm cast i● a Trance , If an inch more you give , I 'm not able to live , Then draw back your Lance. So now 't is pretty well my Love , Yet if you will , You may somewhat further shove , But do not kill . I die , I die , my breath 's almost gone ; Pray let me sleep , and I 'll wake anon . A Rhodomantade on his cruel Mistress . SEek not to know a woman ; for she 's worse Than all Ingredients cram'd into a Curse . Were she but ugly , prevish , proud , a Whore , Perjur'd or painted , so she were no more , I could forgive her , and connive at this , Alledging still she but a VVoman is : But she is worse , and may in time forestal , The Devil , and be the damning of us all . A SONG . A Dialogue between two Friends . Tune , How severe is forgetful old age . R. HOw unhappy a Lover am I , VVh●lst I sigh for my Phyllis in vain , All my hopes of delight are another mans right , VVho is happy whilst I am in pain . W. 2. Since her honour affords no relief , As to pity the pains which you bear , It 's the best of your Fate in a helpless estate , To give over betimes to despair . R. 3. I have tried the false Medicine in vain , Yet I wisht what I hope not to win , From without my desires has no food to its fires , But it burns and consumes me within . W. 4. Yet at best it 's a comfort to know That you are not unhappy alone ; For the Nymph you adore is as wretched or more , And accounts all your sufferings her own . R. 5. O you Powers let me suffer for both , At the feet of my Phyllis I 'll lie , I 'll resign up my breath , and take pleasure in death , To be pitied by her when I die . W. 6. What her honour deny'd you in life , In her death she will give to her love : Such a flame as is true after fate will renew , For the souls do meet freely above . A SONG call'd The Injur'd Lady . 1. O You powerful Gods , if I must be An injur'd Offering to Loves Deity , Grant my Revenge , this Plague on men , That Women ne'r may love agen . Then I 'll with joy submit unto my Fate , Which by your Iustice gives your Empire date . 2. Depose that great insulting Tyrant Boy , Who most is pleas'd when he does most destroy : O let the world no longer govern'd be By such a blind and childish Deity . For if you Gods are in your Power severe , We shall adore you not for Love but Fear . 3. But if you 'l his Divinity maintain , ( 'T is men , false men , confirm his tott'ring re●gn ) And when their hearts Loves greatest torment prove Let that no pity , but our laughter move . Thus scorn'd and lost to all their wisht for aim , Let rage , despair , and death consume their flame . The Wooing Rogue . The Tune ●s , My Freedom is all my Ioy. 1. COme live with me , and be my Whore , And we will be● from door to door , Then under a hedge we 'l sit and louse us , Until the Beadle comes to rouse us , And if the●'l give us no relief , Thou shalt turn Whore and I 'l turn Thief . Thou shalt turn Whore and I 'l turn Thief . 2. If thou canst rob , then I can steal , And we 'l eat Roast-meat every meal : Nay , we 'l eat White-bread every day , And throw our mouldy Crusts away , And twice a day we will be drunk , And then at night I 'l kiss my Punk . And then at night I 'l kiss my Punk . 3. And when we both shall have the Pox , We then shall want both Shirts and Smocks , To shift each others mangy hide , That is with Itch so pockifi'd ; VVe 'l take some clean ones from a hedge , And leave our old ones for a pledge . And leave our old ones for a pledge . A Song at the Kings House . 1. HOw severe is forgetful old age , To confine a poor Lover so , That I almost despair to see even the air , Much more my dear Damon , hey ho. 2. Though I whisper my sighs out alone , Yet I am trac'd where-ever I go , That some treacherous Tree keeps this old man from me And there he counts every hey ho. 3. How shall I this Argus blind , And so put an end to my wo ? But whilst I beguile all his frowns with a smile , I betray my self with a hey ho. 4. My restraint then , alas , must endure ; So that since my sad doom I know , I will pine for my Love like the Turtle-Dove , And breath out my life in hey ho. A Song at the King's House . 1. NEver perswade me to 't , I vow I live not : How canst thou Expect a life in me , Since my Soul is sled to thee ? You suppose because I walk , And you think talk , I therefore breath , alas , you know Shades as well as men do so . 2. You may argue I have heat , My pulses beat , My sighs have in them living fire . Grant your Argument be truth , Such heats my youth In●lame , as poysons do only prepare To make death their follower . A Song . FArewel , farewel fond love , under whose childish whip I have serv'd out a weary Prenticeship . Farewel , thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property , To dote on those that lov'd not , And to sly those that woo'd me : Go bane of my content , and practise on some other Patient . 2. My woful Monument shall be a Cell , The murmur of the purling Brook my knell ; And for my Epitaph the Rocks shall groan Eternally : if any ask this Stone , What wretched thing doth in this compass lie , The hollow Echo shall reply , 'T is I , 'T is I. The hollow Echo shall reply , 'T is I. Farewel , farewel . A Song at the King's House . 1. HAve I not told thee , dearest mine , That I destroy'd should be ? Unhappy , though the crime was thine , And mine the misery : Thou art not kind , ther 's none so blind As those that will not see . 2. Have I not sigh'd away my breath In homage to thy beauty : What have I got but certain death , A poor reward for duty . Well , when I 'm gone you 'l ne'r have one That will prove half so true t' ye . 3. Have I not steep'd my soul in tears , When thou didst hardly mind it ? But rather added to my fears , When love should have declin'd it ? VVhich in this breast , I hope for rest , But now despair to sind it . 4. O that I could but sound thy heart , And fathom but thy mind : Then would I search thy better part , And force thee to be kind : But now I 'm lost , and here am crost , 'T is they that hide must find . 4. If pity then within thy heart Doth own a residence , Vouchsafe to read my tragick part , And plead my innocence : Then when I 'm dead , it may be said , 'T was love was my offence . 5. But since thy will is to destroy , I dare not mercy crave , But kindly thank my fate , and joy I liv'd to die thy Slave : Then exercise those killing eyes , And frown me to my grave : A Song . LOve , fare thee well , Since no love can dwell In thee , that in hatred dost all excel . 2. All Love is blind , Yet none more unkind , Than those that repay Love with a proud mind . 3. Love that 's Divine , Is not Love like to mine , Since she doth laugh , when I do repine . Then gent●e Love for Loves own sake , Sigh loving Soul , and break heart , break . A Song . 1. MAny declare what torments there are , Yet none ever felt so much of despair : No love can tell how high my griefs swell . O curs'd be the pride that reduc'd me to Hell. 2. My heart is on fire , whilst I do admire That you with disdain requite my desire : All must cease , that my flames may increase , And curs'd be the pride that murther'd my peace . A Song at the Kings House . BRight Celia , know 't was not thine eyes Alone that first did me surprize ; The Gods use seldom to dispense To your Sex Beauty and Conscience ; If then they have made me untrue , The fault lies not in me , but you : Sure 't is no crime to break a Vow , When we are first I know not how . 2. You press me an unusual way , To make my Song my Love betray : Yet fear you 'l turn it to a jest , And use me as y 'ave done the rest Of those sad Captives which complain , Yet are enamour'd of their slame : And though they die for love of you , Dare neither love nor you pursue . 3. If love be sin , why live you then To make so many guilty men ? Since 't is not in the power of Art To make a Brest-plate for the heart : Since 't is your eyes Loves Shafts convey Into our souls a secret way ; Where if once sixt , no Herb nor Charm Can cure us of our inward harm . A Song . 1. ALl the flatteries of Fate , And the glories of State , Are nothing so sweet as what Love doth create : If Love you deny , 'T is time I should die ; Kind Death 's a reprieve when you threaten to hate . 2. In some shady Grove Will I wander and rove , With Philomel and the Disconsolate Dove : With a down-hanging wing Will I mournfully sing The Tragick events of Unfortunate Love. 3. With our plaints we 'l conspire For to heighten Loves fire , Still vanquishing life , till at last we expire : But when we are dead , In a cold leafy bed Be interr'd with the D●rge of this desolate Q●ire . A Song at the Kings House . 1. LOve that is skrew'd a pitch too high , May speak , but with a squeeze will die : The solid Lover knows not how To play the Changeling with his Vow : Small sorrows may find vent , and break , Great ones will rather burst than speak . Such is my fortune when my Flora frowns , Not only me , but she the world will drown . 2. Thus am I drench'd in misery , Yet hope she may be kind to me : I , but 't is long first , could she but restrain Those kindnesses which I 'd be glad to gain , She 'l surely do'● : if so , it shall be known I lov'd her for her own sake , not my own . Thus will I live and die , and so will be Exemplary to all Posterity . A Song . 1. WHat care I though the world reprove My bold , my over-daring love : Ignoble minds themselves exempt From int'rest in a brave attempt . 2. The Eagle soaring to behold The Sun aray'd in flames of gold , Regards not though she burns her wings , Since that rich sight such pleasure brings . 3. So feel I now my smiling thought To such a resolution brought , That it contemns all grief and smart , Since I so high have plac'd my heart . 4. And if I die , some worthy Spirits To future times shall sing my merits , That easily did my life despise , Yet ne'r forsook my enterprise . 5. Then shine bright S●n , and let me see The glory of thy Majesty : I wish to die , so I may have Thy look , my death ; thine eye , my grave . A Song . 1. BUrn and consume , burn wretched heart , Unhappy in extremes thou art : If dying looks serve not thy turn , To say thy Beauty makes me burn , 2. From thoughts inslam'd pale colours fume Into my face , and it consume : O my poor heart , what charms thee so , That thy afflicted face lets know , 3. Yet will not tell who murthers thee , But yet will still a Lover be : Who hides my Phenix eyes , that she , Whom I adore thus cannot see , 4. How I for her am made a prey To sorrow : and do pine away : O foolish c●stom and vile use , My silence now deserves no truce . A Song at the Dukes House . O Fain would I before I die Bequeath to thee a Legacy : That thou maist say , when I am gone , None had my heart but thee alone : Had I as many hearts as hairs , As many lives as Lovers fears , As many lives as years have hours , They all and only should be yours . Dearest , before you condescend To entertain a bosom Friend , Be sure you know yo●r servant well , Before your liberty you sell : For love 's a fire in young and old , 'T is sometimes hot , and sometimes cold ; And men you know that when they please , They can be sick of Loves disease . Then wisely chuse a Friend that may Last for an age , and not a day ; Who loves thee not for lip or eye , But for thy mutual sympathy . Let such a Friend thy heart engage , For he will comfort thee in age , And kiss thy furrow'd wrinkled brow VVith as much joy as I do now . A Song called , And to each pretty Lass we will give a green Gown . 1. THus all our life long we are frolick and gay , And instead of Court-revels , we merrily play At Trap , at Rules , and at Barly-break run : At Goff , and at Foot-ball , and when we have done These innocent sports , we 'l laugh and lie down , And to each pretty L●ss We will give a green Gown . 2. We teach our little Dogs to fetch and to carry : The Partridge , the Hare , the Pheasant's our Quarry : The nimble Sqirrils with cudgels we 'l chase , And the little pretty Lark we betray with a Glass . And when we have done , &c. 3. About the May-pole we dance all in a round , And with Garlands of Pinks and Roses are crown'd ▪ Our little kind tribute we chearfully pay To the gay Lord and the bright Lady o' th' May. And when we have done , &c. A Song . 1. ON the bank of a Brook as I sa●e fishing , Hid in the Oziers that grew on the side : Iover-heard a Nymph and Shepherd wishing , No time nor fortune their Love might divide . To Cupid and Venus each offer'd a Vow , To love ever as they lov'd now . 2. O , said the Shepherd , and sigh'd , What a pleasure Is Love conceal'd betwixt Lovers alone ? Love must be secret , for like fairy treasure , When 't is discover'd 't will quickly be gone . For Envy and Iealousie , if it will stay , Would , alas soon make it decay . 3. Then let us leave this world and care behind us , Said the Nymph , smiling , and gave him her hand All alone , all alone , where none shall find us , In some fair Desart we 'l seek a new Land , And there live from Envy and Iealousie free , And a World to each other we 'll be . A Song . 1. CEllamina , of my heart None shall e'●e bereave you : If by your good leave I may Quarrel with you once a day I will never leave you . 2. Passion 's but an empty name , Where respect is wanting ; Damon , you mistake your aim , Hang your heart , and dam your slame , If you must be ranting . 3. Love as pale and muddy is , As decaying Liquor : Anger sets it on the Lees , And resines it by degrees , Till it w●rks it quicker . 4. Love by anger to beget , Wisely you endeavour , With a grave Physician wit , Who to cure an ague fit , Puts me in a Feavour . 5. Anger rowseth Love to fight , And its only bait is , 'T is the guide to dull delight , And is but an eager bite When desire at height is . 6. If such drops of heat do fall , In our wooing weather , If such drops of heat do fall , We shall have the Devil and all , When we come together . A Song at the Kings house . BEneath a Mirtle shade , Which none but Love for happy Lovers made , I slept , and streight my Love before me brought Phillis , the object of my waking thought . Undrest she came , my flames to meet , Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : Flowers , that so prest by her , became more sweet . 2. From the bright Virgins head , A careless Veil of Lawn was loosely spread ▪ From her white Temple fell her shady hair , Like cloudy Sun-shine , not too brown nor fair , Her hands , her lips did love inspire , Her every Grace my heart did fire , But most her eyes , that languish with desire . 3. Ah charming Fair , said I , How long can you my bliss deny ? By nature and by Love this lovely shade Was for revenge of suffering Lovers made Silence and shades with Love agree . Both shelter you and favour me : You cannot blush , bec●use I cannot see . 4. No , let me die , she said , Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid . Faintly methought she spoke ; for all the while She bid me not believe her , with a smile . Then die , said I : She still denied , And yet , Thus , thus she cry'd , You use a harmless Maid , and so she died . 5. I wak'd , and straight I knew I lov'd so well , it made my dream prove true . Fancy the kinder Mistris of the two . I fancy I had done what Phillis would not do ▪ Ah cruel Nymph , cease your disdain , Whilst I can dream you scorn in vain , Asleep or waking , I must ease my pain . The disconsolate Lover . 1. AS I lay all alone on my ●ed slumbring , Thinking my restless soul to repose , All my thoughts they began then to be numbring Up her disdainings , the cause of my woes ; That so encreast my dolour and pain , I fear I never shall see her again : Which makes me sigh , and sobbing cry , O my Love , O my Love , for thee I die . 2. When this fair cruel She I first saw praying Within the Temple unto her Saint , Then mine eyes every look my heart betraying , Which is the cause of my doleful complaint , That all my joys are quite sled and gone : And I in sorrow am now lef● alone : Which makes me sigh , and sobbing cry , O my Love , O my Love , for thee I die . 3. Then farew●l ev'ry thing that sounds like pleasure , And welcome Death the cure of my sma●t . I deem'd first sight of her , I grasp'd a treasure ; But wo is me , it has broken my heart : For now my Passing-bell calls away , And I with her no longer must stay : Which makes me sigh , and sobbing cry , O my Love , O my Love , for thee I die . The subtil and coy Girl . The Tune , Silvia tell me how long it will be . 1. WHy should my Celia now be coy , In denying to yield me those Graces Which we did formerly both enjoy In our amorous mutual embraces ? She 'l not give me a reason , But shews me a frown Is enough to destroy a poor Lover . Ah Celia , once I did think thee mine own , But now I my folly discover . 2. Is it because I have been so kind At all times to feed thy desire In Presents and Treats , thou hast chang'd thy mind , And left me like Dun in the Mire ? Or else is't because thou dost Think my Estate Is too mean to uphold thee in Brav'ry ? Know Celia , 't is not so much out of date To force me endure so much slav'ry . 3. Or is 't because thou wilt follow the mode , Since most are addicted to changing , thou 'dst only get thee a name abroad , I being more famous for ranging . Nay Celia , more this truth thou woo'●●ind , I therefore advise thee be wary , When ever thou ge●st thee a Mate to thy mind , He 'l play thee the same fagary . The Drawing of Valentines The tune , Madams Iig . 1. THere was , and there was , And I ma●●y was there , A Crew on S. Valentines Eve did meet together , And every Lad had his particular Lass there , And drawing of Valentines caused their Coming thither . Then Mr. Iohn drew Mrs. Ione f●●st , Sir. And Mrs. Ione would fain a drawn Iohn an' she Durst , Sir. So Mr. William drew Mrs. Gillian the next , Sir ; And Mrs. Gillian not drawing of William , Was vex't , Sir , 2. They then did jumble all in the ha● together , And each did promise them to draw 'em fair Sir : But Mrs. Hester vow'd that she had rather Draw Mr. Kester then any that was there Sir : So Mr. Kester drew with Mrs. Hester then Sir : And Mrs. Hester drew Mr. Kester agen Sir : And Mr. Harry drew Mrs. Mary featly , And Mrs. Mary did draw Mr. Harry as neatly . 3. They all together then resolved to draw Sir , And every one desir'd to draw their Friend Sir ; But Mr. Richard did keep 'em so in aw Sir , And told 'em then they ne're should make an end Sir , So Mr. Richard drew Mrs. Bridget squarely , And Mrs. Bridget drew Mr. Richard as fairly : But Mr. Hugh drew Mrs. Su but slily , And Mrs. Su did draw Mr. Hugh as wily . 4. Thus have you heard o' th' twelve that lately drew Sir : How every one would fain their Friend have drawn And now there 's left to draw but four o'●h crew Sir , And each did promise his Lass an ell of Lawn Sir. So Mr. Watty drew Mrs. Katy but slightly , And Mrs. Katy did draw Mr. Watty as lightly : But Mr. Thomas in drawing of Annis too fast Sir. Made Mrs. Annis to draw Mr. Thomas at last Sir. 5. And there is an ●nd , and an and , and an end of my Song , Sir , Of Ionne and Iony , and William and Gillian too Sir , To Kester and Hester , and Harry and Mary belong Sir , Both Richard and Bridget , and Hugh , and honest Sue , Sir , But Watty and Katy , and Thomas and Annis here , Sir. Are the only four that now do bring up the Rear Sir : Then ev'ry one i'●h ' Tavern cry amain Sir , And staid till drawing there had fill'd their brain , Sir. A late and true story of a furious Scold , served in her kind . The tune , Step stately . 1. WAs ever man so vex'd with a Trull , As I poor Anthony since I was wed , For I never can get my belly full , But be●o●e I have supp'd , I must hasten to bed : Or else she 'l begin to scold and to brawl , And to call me Puppy and Cuckold and all Yet she with her Cromes must trole it about , Whilest I in my Kennel must snore it out . 2. I once did g● to drink with a Friend , But she in a trice did fetch me away : We both but two pence a piece did spe●d , Yet it prov'd to me Execution day ; For she flew in my face , and call'd me fool , And comb'd my head with a three-legg'd stool : Nay , she furnisht my face with so many scratches . That for a whole month 't was cover'd with patches 3. Whatever money I get in the day , To keep her in quiet I give her at night , Or else shall license her tongue to play For two or three hours just like a spright . Then to the Cupbord Pilga●lick must hie , To seek for some Crusts that have long lain dry : So I steep 'um in ●kim-milk until they are wet , And commonly this is the Supper I get . 4. And once a month , for fashion sake , She gives me leave to come to her bed ; But most that time I must lie awake , Left she in her fits should knock me o'th'hea● . But for the Bed I do lie on my self , You 'd think ' ●were as soft as an Oaken shelf ; For the Tick it is made of Hempen-hurds : And yet for all this I must give her good words . 5. We commonly both do piss in a Pan , But the Cullender once was set in the place : She then did take it up in her hand , And floune't it out on my stomach and face . I told her then she urin'd beside , But she cay'd me Rogue , and told me I lied , And swore it was not up to her thumb , Then threw she the pan in the middle of the room . 6. Then a Maid that was my Sweet heart before Did come to the house to borrow a Pail : I kist her but once , and I thought on'● no more , But she flew in her face with tooth and nail : But the Wench she stood to her , and claw'd her about , That for a whole fortnight she never stirr'd out ; For her eyes were so swell'd , and her face was so ●ore That I never saw Jade so mangled before . 7. She then did bid me drop in her eyes A Sovereign Water sent her that day , But I had a Liquor I more did prize , Made of Henbane and Mercury s●eep'd in Whey : I dropt it in and nointed her fa●e , Which br●ught her into a most Devillish case : For she ●ore and she ranted , and well she might ; For a●ter that time she 〈◊〉 had sight . 8. I then did get her a Dog and a Bell , To lead her about from place to place : And now 't is , Husband , I hope you are well ; But before it was Cucko●d and Rogue to my face ; Then blest be that Henbane and Mercury strong , That made such a change in my wives tongue . You see 't is a Medicine certain and sure , For the cure of a Scold , but I 'le say no more . A Song on the Declensions . The tune is , Shackle de hay . MY Mistris she is fully known To all the five declensions , She 'l seize 'em singly one by one , To take their true Dimensions . She ne'er declin'd yet any man , Yet they 'l decline her now and then , In spight of her Inventions . 2. First Musa is her Mothers name , And haec does still attend her : She is a hujus burley Dame , Though huic be but slender : Yet she 'l have a hanc on every man , And hac him to do what he can , Unless they do befriend her . 3. Magister was her Father too , And hic is still his man Sir , Nay si●ius is her Son also , And Dominus her Grandsire : Nay Lucus , Agnus , and that Lamb-like crew , She 'l call 'em hunc's , I and hoc●s 'em too , Do all that e'er they can Sir. 4. Next she 's to lapis very kind , As honest hic has sed Sir ; For she 's to precious stones inclin'd Full long before she was wed Sir ▪ Which made her Parents often say , That hic and haec both night and day , Was forc'd to watch her bed Sir. 5. She beat poor manus with a Cane , Though he did often hand her From Whetstones-Park to Parkers-Lane , And was her constant Pandor . Yet give him man● busses when That she could get no other men , That he could not withstand her . 6. 'Bout noon she 'd with Meridies dine , And sup , and bed him too Sir : She 'd make poor facies to her incline , In spight of all he could do Sir. She day by day would dies pledge , Which set poor acies teeth an edge , And often made him spew Sir , 7. Thus have I shew'd her Kindred here , And all her dear Relations , As Musa , Lapis , Magister , And all their antick fashions . Meridies , Manus , and Felix too Are happy that they never knew Any of all her station● . A Song of the three degrees of comparison . The tune , And 't is the Knave of Clubs ●ears all the sway . MY Mistris she loves Digni●ies , For she has taken three degrees : There 's no comparison can be made With her in all her subtile Trade . She 's positively known a Whore , And superlatively runs on score . 2. And first I Positive her call , 'Cause she 'l be absolute in all : For she 's to du●us very hard , And with sad tristis often jan'd : Which happily made Felix say ▪ Sweet dulcis carried all away . 3. Next she 's call'd Comparative , For she 'l compare to any alive , For scolding , whoring , and the rest : Of the Illiberal Sciences in her breast : She 'l drink more hard than durlor . Though he would harder drink before . 4. Then she 's call'd Superlative ; 'Cause she 'l her Pedigree derive , Not from Potens or Potentior , The Mighty , or the Mightier : But from Potentissimus , Not bonus , melior , but Optimus . 5. Thus have I shew'd my Mistress t' ye , And gradually in each degree : How shew is Positive to some , Comparative when others come , Superlative even over all , Yet underneath her self will fall . The kind Husband , but imperious Wife . The first part of the Tune his , and the latter part hers . M. 1. WIfe , prethee come give me thy hand now , And sit thee down by me : There 's never a man in the Land now Shall be more loving to thee . W. 2. I hate to sit by such a Drone , Thou li●st like a Hog in my Bed : I had better a lain alone , For I still have my Maiden-head . M. 3. Wife , what wouldst thou have me to do now , I think I have plaid the man : But if I were ruled by you now , You 'd have me do more than I can . W. 4. I make you do more than you can ? You lie like a Fool God wot : When I thought to have found thee a man. I found thee a fumbling Sot. M. 5. Wife , prethee now leave off thy ranting , And let us both agree ; There 's nothing else shall be wanting , If thou wilt be ruled by me . W. 6. I will have a Coach and a man : And a Saddle Horse to ride ; I also will have a Sedan , And a Footman to run by my side . M. 7. Thou shalt have all this , my dear wife , And thou shalt bear the sway , And I 'l provide thee good chear , wife , 'Gainst thou com'st from the Park or a Play : W. 8. I 'll have every month a new Gown , And a Peticoat dy'd in grain , Of the modishest Silk in the Town , And a Page to hold up my Train . M. 9. Thou shalt have this too , my sweet wife , If thou'dst contented be , Or any thing else that is meet wife , So that we may but agree . W. 10. I will have a Gallant or two , And they shall be handsom men : And I 'll make you to know your Cue , When they come in and go out agen . M. 11. Methinks a couple's to few , wife , Thou shalt have three or four , And yet I know thou'dst be true , wife , Although thou hadst half a score . W. 12. I will have as many as I please , In spite of your teeth , you fool , And when I 've the Pocky Disease , 'T is thou shalt empty my stool . M. 13. Why how now you brazen-fac'd Harlot , I 'l make you to change your note , And if ever I find you snarl at My actions , I 'l bang your Coat . 14. Nay , I 'l make you to wait , you Flaps , At Table till I have din'd , And I 'll leave you nothing but scraps , Until I do find you more kind . W. 15. Sweet Husband , I now cry Peccavi , You know we women are frail ; And for the ill words that I gave ye , Ask pardon , and hope to prevail . For now I will lie at your foot . Desiring to kiss your hand : Nay , cast off my Gallants to boot , And still be at your commnad . A Song at the Dukes House . 1. MAke ready , fair Lady , to night , And stand at the door below : For I will be there to receive you with care , And to your true love you shall go . 2. And when the Stars twinkle so bright , Then down to the door will I creep , To my Love will I fly , ere the Jealous can spy , And leave my old Daddy asleep . A Song at the Kings House . 1. TO little or no purpose have I spent all my days In ranging the Park th' Exchange , & the Plays , Yet ne'r in my Ramble till now did I prove So happy , to meet with the man I could love . But O how I 'm pleas'd when I think of the man That I find I must love , let me do what I can ! 2. How long I shall love him , I can no more tell , Than had I a Feaver , when I should be well : My Passion shall kill me before I will show it , And yet I would give all the world he did know it , But , O how I sigh , when I think , should ●e woo me , That I cannot deny what I know will undo me ! A Song , The Tune , Robin Rowser . MY Name is honest Harry , And I love little Mary : In spight of Cis , or jealous Bess , I 'll have my own vagary . 2. My Love is blithe and bucksome , And sweet and fine as can be : Fresh and gay as the flowers in May , And looks like Iackadandy . 3. And if she will not have me , That am so true a Lover , I 'l drink my Wine , and ne'r repine , And down the stairs I 'l shove her . 4. But if that she will love , I 'l be as kind as may be ; I 'l give her Rings and pretty things , And deck her like a Lady . 5. Her Peticoat of Satin , Her Gown of Crimson Taby , Lac'd up before and spangled o're , Just like a Bartlemew Baby . 6. Her Wastcoat is of Scarlet , With Ribbons tied together , Her Stockins of a bow-dy'd hue , And her Shoes of Spanish Leather . 7. Her Smock o' th' ●inest Holland , And lac'd in every quarter : Side and wide , and long enough , And hangs below her garter . 8. Then to the Church I 'l have her , Where we will wed together : So come home when we have done , In spight of wind and weather : 9. The Fidlers shall attend us , And first play , Iohn come kiss me ; And when that we have danc'd a round , They shall play , Hit or miss me . 10. Then hey for little Mary , 'T is she I love alone Sir : Let any man do what he can , I will have her or none Sir. These following are to be understood two ways . I Saw a Peacock , with a fiery tail I saw a blazing Comet , drop down hail I saw a Cloud , with Ivy circled round I saw a sturdy Oak , creep on the ground I saw a Pismire , swallow up a Whale I saw a raging Sea , brim full of Ale I saw a Venice Glass , sixteen foot deep I saw a Well , full of mens tears that weep I saw their Eyes , all in a flame of fire I saw a House , as big as the Moon and higher I saw the Sun , even in the midst of night I saw the Man that saw this wondrous sight . On the Sea-sight with the Hollanders in the R●mps time . MY wishes greet the Navy of the Dutch , The English Fleet I all good fortune grutch , May no storm toss Van Trump and his Sea-Forces , The Harp and Cross shall have my daily curses , Smile gentle Fates on the Dutch Admiral , Upon our States the Plagues of Egypt fall ; Attend all health the Cavaliering part , This Commonwealth I value not a fart . Thus I my wishes and my prayers divide Between the Rebels and the Regicide : Backwards and forwards thus I break my mind , And hope the Fates at last will be so kind , That the old Proverb may but wheel about , True men might have their own , now Knaves fall out . The Answer to Ask me no more whither doth stray . 1. I 'LL tell you true whither doth stray The darkness which succeeds the day ; For Heavens vengeance did allow It still should frown upon your Brow. 2. I 'l tell you true where may be found A voice that 's like the Screech-Owls found : For in your false deriding throat It lies , and death is in its note . 3. I 'l tell you true whither doth pass The smiling look seen in the glass , For in your face't reflects and there False as your shadow doth appear . 4. I 'l tell you true whither are blown The angry wheels of Thistle-down : It flies into your mind , whose care Is to be light as Thistles are . 5. I 'l tell you true within what Nest The Cuckow lays her eggs to rest ; It is your Bosom , which can keep Nor him nor them : Farewel , I 'l sleep . A Dialogue between William and Harry Riding on the Way . H. 1. NOble , lovely , virtuous Creature , Purposely so fram'd by nature , To inthral your servants wits . W. 2. Time must now unite our hearts , Not for any my deserts , But because methinks it fits . H. 3. Dearest treasure of my thought , And yet wert thou to be bought , With my life , tho● wert not dear . W. 4. Secret comfort of my mind , Doubt no longer to be kind , But be so , and so appear . H. 5. Give me love for love again , Let our loves be clear and plain , Heaven is fairest , when it is clearest . W. 6. Lest in clouds and in deserring , We resemble Seamen erring , Farthest off when we are nearest . H. 7. Thus with numbers interchanged , William's Muse and mine have ranged , Verse and Journy both are spent . W. 8. And if Harry chance to say , That we well have spent the day , I for my part am content . A Gentleman on his beautiful Mistress . 1. YOu meaner Beauties of the night , That poorly satisfie our eyes More by your number than your light , You common people of the skies , What are you when the Sun shall rise ? 2. You curious Chanters of the Wood , That warble forth Dame Natures Lays , Thinking your voices understood By their weak accents , What 's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? 3. You Violets that first appear , By your purple Mantles known , Like the proud Virgins of the year , As if the Spring were all your own , What are you when the Rose is blown ? 4. So when my Mistris shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind , She cannot less be than a Queen ; And I believe she was design'd T' eclipse the Glory of her kind . A Description of the Spring . ANd now all Nature seem'd in love , The lusty Sun began to move : Now Juyce did stir th' embracing Vines , And Birds had drawn their Valentines ; The jealous Trout that low did lie , Rose at a well-dissembled Flie ; Then stood my Friend with Patient skill , Attending of his trembling Quill . Already were the Eaves possest With the swift Pilgrims dawbed Nest ; The Groves already did rejoyce , In Philomel's triumphing voice ; The Showrs were short , the Weather mild , The Morning fresh , the Evening smil'd : Ione takes her neat rub'd Pail , and now She trips to meet the Sand-red Cow , Where for some sturdy Foot-ball Swain Ione stroaks a Syllabub or twain : The Fields and Gardens were beset VVith Tulip , Crocus , Violet : And now , though late , the modest Rose Did more than half a blush disclose : Thus all lookt gay , all full of chear , To welcom this new liv'ried Year . On a Shepherd losing his Mistris . Tune , Amongst the Myrtles as I walk'd . 1. STay Shepherd , prethee Shepherd stay : Didst thou not see her run this way ? Where may she be , canst thou not guess ? Alas ! I 've lost my Shepherdess . 2. I fear some Satyr has betray'd My pretty Lamb unto the shade : Then wo is me , for I 'm undone , For in the shade she was my Sun. 3. In Summer heat were she not seen , No solitary Vale was green : The blooming Hills , the downy Meads , Bear not a Flower but where she treads . 4. Hush'd were the senseless Trees when she Sate but to keep them company : The silver streams were swell'd with pride , When she sate singing by their side . 5. The Pink , the Cowslip , and the Rose Strive to salute her where she goes ; And then contend to kiss her Shoo , The Pancy and the Daizy too . 6. But now I wander on the Plains , Forsake my home , and Fellow-Swains , And must for want of her , I see , Resolve to die in misery . 7. For when I think to find my Love Within the bosom of a Grove , Methinks the Grove bids me forbear , And sighing says , She is not here . 8. Next do I fly unto the Woods , Where Flora pranks her self with Buds , Thinking to find her there : But lo ! The Myrtles and the Shrubs say , No. 9. Then what shall I unhappy do , Or whom shall I complain unto ? No , no , here I 'm resolv'd to die , Welcome sweet Death and Destiny . The Soldiers Resolution . HEre stands the man that for his Countreys good Has with couragious Arms in sweat and blood Ran through an Host of Pikes : He , he I was Out-dar'd the Thunder of the roaring Brass , Kickt my black Stars , spurn'd Balls of fire with sco● Like to a Foot-ball in a frosty morn ; Made Death to tremble , and have bid my Drum Beat a Defiance to the Cowardly scum . And shall I now like a Pedantick stand , Scraping and crouching with my Cap in hand To base-born Peasants ? No , he 's but a Worm That strikes his Top-sail to a little Storm . Here then I 'l fix , that nothing shall controul The Resolutions of a Gallant Soul. On the Golden Cross in Cheapside . TWo Fellows gazing at the Cross in Cheap , Says one , Methinks it is the rarest heap Of Stone that e're was built ; it ought , I see , One of the Wonders of the World to be , No , says the other , and began to swear , The Crosses of the World no Wonders are . On a Pretender to Gentility , suspected to be a Highway-man . A Great Pretender to Gentility , Came to a Herald for his Pedigree : Beginning there to swagger , roar , and swear , Requir'd to know what Arms he was to beat : The Herald knowing what he was , begun To rumble o'r his Heraldry ; which done , Told him he was a Gentleman of note , And that he had a very glorious Coat . Prethee , what is 't ? quoth he , and here 's your fees . Sir , says the Herald , 't is two Rampant Trees , One Couchant ; add to give it further scope , A Ladder Passant , and a Pendant Rope : And for a grace unto your Blue-coat Sleeves , There is a Bird i' th' Crest that strangles Thieves . A Song . 1. A Blith and bonny Country Lass Sate sighing on the tender Grass , And weeping said , will none come woo her ? A dapper Boy , a lither Swain , That had a mind her love to gain , VVith smiling looks straight came unto her . 2. When as the wanton Girl espied The means to make her self a Bride , She simper'd much like bonny Nell . The Swa●n that saw her very kind , H●s Arms about her body twin'd , And said , Fair Lass , how fare ye , well ? 3. The Country Lass said , Well forsooth , But that I have a longing tooth , A longing tooth , that makes me cry . Alas , says he , what ga●s thy grief ? A wound , says she , without relief , I fear that I a Maid shall die . 4. If that be all , the Shepherd said , I 'l make thee Wive it , gentle Maid , And so ●ecure thy Malady : On which they kist , with many an O●th , And ' sore God Pan did plight their Troth ; So to the Church away they hie . 5. And Iove send every pretty Peat , That fears to die of this conceit , So kind a Friend to help at last : Then Maids shall never long again , When they find ease for such a pain : And thus my Roundelay is past . A Song on Love. 1. IF Love be Life , I long to die ; Live they that list for me , And he that gains the most thereby . A fool at least shall be . But he that feels the forest fits , Scapes with no less than loss of wits . Unhappy life they gain , which Love do entertain . 2. In day by feigned Looks they live , By lying Dreams in night : Each ●rown a deadly wound doth give , Each smile a false delight . If 't hap their Lady pleasant seem , It is for others love they deem : If void she seem of joy , disdain doth make her coy . 4. Such is the peace that Lovers find , Such is the Life they lead , Blown here and there with every wind , Like Flowers in the Mead. Now war , now peace , then war again , Desire , despair , delight , disdain , Though dead , in midst of life ; in peace , and yet at strife . A Song . I Serve Amynta whiter than the snow , Streighter than Cedar , brighter than the Glass , More sine in trip than foot of running Roe , More pleasant than the Field of flow'ring Grass ; More gladsom to my with'ring joys that fade , Than Winters Sun , or Summers cooling Shade . 2. Sweeter than swelling Grape of ripest Vine , Softer than feathers of the fairest swan , Smoother than Jet , more stately than the Pine , Fresher than Poplar , smaller than my span , Clear●r than Phoebus fiery pointed Beam , Or Icy Crust of Crystals frozen streams . 3. Yet is she curster than the Bear by kind , And harder-hearted than the aged Oak : More glib than Oyl , more sickle than the Wind , More stiff than steel , no sooner bent but broke . Lo thus my service is a lasting sore ; Yet will I serve , although I die therefore . The Description of Love , in a Dialogue between two Shepherds , Will and Tom. Tom. 1. SHepherd , what 's Love , I prethee tell ? Will. It is that fountain and that Well Where Pleasure and Repeutance dwell : It is perhaps that fauncing Bell That toles All-in to Heaven or Hell , And this is Love , as I heard tell . T. 2. Yet what is Love , I prethee say ? W. It is a work on Holy-day : It is December match'd with May , When lusty Bloods in fresh array , Hearten months after of their play ; And this is Love , as I hear say . T. 3. Yet what is Love , I pray be plain ? W. It is a Sun-shine mixt with Rain ; It is a Tooth-ach , or worse pain ; It is a Game , where none doth gain , It is a thing turmoils the brain : And this is Love , as I hear sayen . T. 4. Yet Shepherd , what is Love , I pray ? W. It is a yea , it is a nay , A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away , For 't will not long with any stay : And this is Love , as I hear say . T. 5. Yet what is Love , good Shepherd show ? W. A thing that creeps , it cannot go ; A prize that passeth to and fro , A thing for one , a thing for moe , And he that loves shall find it so : And Shepherd , this is Love , I trow . A Song call'd Loves Lottery . At the Dukes House . RUn to Loves Lottery , run Maids , and rejoice , Whilst seeking your chance , you meet you own Choice , And boast that your luck you helpt with design , By praying cross-legg'd to S. Valentine . Hark , hark , a Prize is drawn , and Trumpets sound Tanta , ra , ra , Tanta , ra , ra , Tanta , ra , ra . Hark Maids , more Lots are drawn , Prizes abound ; Dub a dub , the Drum now beats , And dub , a dub , a dub , Echo repeats , As if the God of War had made Loves Queen a Skirmish for a Serenade . Haste , haste , fair Maids , and come away , The Priest attends , the Bridegrooms stay : Roses and Pinks will we strow where you go , Whilst I walk in Shades of Willow . When I am dead , let him that did slay me Be but so kind , so gentle to lay me There where neglected Lovers mourn , Where Lamps and hallowed Tapers burn , Where Clerks in Quires sad Dirges sing , Where sweetly Bells at Burials ring . On a Gentleman . Tune , My Freedom , which is all my Ioy. 2. POor Clori● wept , and from her eyes The liquid tears came trickling down ; Such wealthy drops may well suffice , To be the ransom of a Crown : And as she wept , she sigh'd , and said , Alas for me unhappy Maid , That by my folly , my folly am betray'd . 2. When first these eyes , unhappy eyes , Met with the Author of my wo , Methoughts our Souls did sympathize , And it was death to say him no. He su'd , I granted ; O then befel My shame , which I 'me afraid to tell ! Ay me that I had never lov'd so well . 3. O had I been so wise as not T' have yielded up my Virgin-Fort , My life had been without a blot , And dar'd the envy of Report ; But now my guilt hath made me be A scorn for time to point at me , As at the But and Mark of Misery . 4. Here now in sorrow do I sit , And pensive thoughts possess my breast ! My silly heart with cares is split , And grief denies me wonted rest : Come then black night and screen me round , That I may never more be found , Vnless in tears , in tears of sorrow drown'd . On Men escap'd drowning in a Tempest . 1. ROcks , Shelves , and Sands , and all farewel : Fie , who would dwell in such a Hell As is a Ship ; which drunk doth reel , Taking salt Healths from Deck to Keel . 2. Up we are swallowed in wet graves , All sous'd in Waves , by Neptune's Slaves : What shall we do , being tost to Shore , Milk some blind Tavern , and there roar ? 3. 'T is brave , my Boys , to sail on Land ; For being well mann'd , we can cry , Stand : The Trade of pursing ne're shall fail , Until the Hangman crys , Strike Sail. On a great Heat in Egypt . I Formerly in Countreys oft have been Under the AEquinoctial , where I 've seen The Sun disperse such a prodigious Heat , That made our Sieve-like Skins to rain with Sweat : Men would have given for an Eclipse their lives . Or one whisper of Air : yet each man strives To throw up grass , feathers , nay , women ●oo , To find the Wind : all falls like Lead , none blew . The Dog-star spits new fires , till 't come to pass , Each man became his neighbours Burning glass : Lean men did turn to ashes presently , Fat men did roast to lean anatomy : Young womens hea● did get themselves with child For none but they themselves , themselves defil'd . Old women naturally to Witches turn'd , And only rubbing one another , burn'd : The Beasts were bak'd , skin turn'd to crust they say , And fishes in the River boil'd away : Birds in the air were roasted , and not burn'd ; For as they fell down , all the way they turn'd . On a mighty Rain . HEaven did not weep , but in its swelling eye Whole seas of Rheum and moist Catarhs did lie , Which so bespawl'd the lower world , men see Corn blasted , and the fruit of every Tree : Air was condens'd to water , 'gainst their wish , And all their Fowl were turn'd to flying Fish : Like Watermen they throng'd to ply a Fare , And thought it had been navigable air : Beasts lost their natural motion of each limb ; Forgot to go , with practising to swim . A Trout now here , you would not think how soon Ta'ne ready drest forth ' Empress of the Moon : The fixed Stars , though to our eyes were missing , We knew yet were , by their continual hissing . Women seem'd Maremaids , sailing with the wind , The greatest miracle was Fish behind : But men are all kept short against their wish , And could commit but the cold sin of Fish. The blunt Lover . MAdam , I cannot court your sprightly eyes With a Base-Viol plac'd betwixt my thighs : I cannot lisp , nor to the Guittar sing , And tire my brains with simple Sonnetting , I am not fashion'd for these amorous times , And cannot court you in lascivious Rhimes : Nor can I whine in puling Elegies , And at your feet lie begging from your eyes A gracious look : I cannot dance nor caper , Nor dally , swear , protest , lie , rant , and vaper , I cannot kiss your hand , play with your hair , And tell you that you only are most fair : I cannot cross my arms , nor cry , Ay me Poor forlorn man ! All this is foppery . Nor can I Masquerade , as th' fashion 's now , No , no , My heart to these can never bow : But what I can do , I shall tell you roundly , Hark in your ear ; By Iove I 'le kiss you soundly . On a Watch lost in a Tavern . A Watch lost in a Tavern ! That 's a Crime ; Then see how men by drinking lose their time . The Watch kept Time ; and if Time will away , I see no reason why the Watch should stay . You say the Key hung out , and you forgot to lock it , Time will not be kept pris'ner in a Pocket . Henceforth if you will keep your Watch , this do , Pocket your Watch , and watch your Pocket too . A Song , with the Latine to it . WHen as the Nightingale chanted her Vesper , And the wild Forresters couch'd on the ground , Venus invited me in the Evenings whisper Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd , Where she before had sent her wishes complement , Which to her hearts content plaid with me on the Green : Never Mark Anthony dallied more wantonly With the fair Egyptian Queen . The Latin. CAntu Luscinia somnum ●rritat , Salvi vagi sunt in Cubilibus : Hoc me silentio Venus invitat , Ad viridarium fragrantius ; Vbi promiserat , qui mentem flexerat Gaudia temperat sic mihi solida . O non dux Amasius lusit beatius Cum Regina Nilotica . De Vino & Venere . DOte neither on Women , nor on Wine , For to thy hurt they both alike incline : Venus thy strength , and Bacchus with his sweet And pleasant Grape debilitates the feet . Blind Love will blab what he in secret did , In giddy Wine there 's nothing can be hid . Seditious wars oft Cupid hath begun , Raechus to arms makes men in fury run : Venus ( unjust ) by horrid war lost Troy ; Bacchus by war the Lapiths did destroy . When thou with both or either are possest , Shame , honesty , and fear oft flies thy brest : In fetters Venus keep , in gyves Bacchus tye , Lest by their free gifts they thee damnifie . Use Wine for thirst , Venus for lawful Seed ; To pass these limits , may thy danger breed . On Wine . HE that with Wine , Wine thinks t' expel , One ill would with another quell : A Trumpet , with a Trumpet drown : Or with the Cryer of the Town Still a loud man : Noise deaf with noise , Or to convert a Bawd , make choice Of a Pander : Pride with pride shame thus , Or put a Cook down by Calistratus ; Discord by discord think to case , Or any man with scoffs appease : So War by Battel to restrain , And labour mitigate by pain : Command a sudden peace between Two shrill Scolds in the height of spleen : By Drink to queneh Drink is all one , As is by strife , strife to attone . A Song called Hide-Park . The tune , Honour invites you to delights , Come to the Court , and be all made Knights . 1. COme all you noble , you that are neat ones , Hide-Park is now both fresh and green : Come all you Gallants that are great ones , And are desirous to be seen : Would you a Wife or Mistriss rare , Here are the best of England fair : Here you may chuse , also refuse , As you your judgments ple●se to use . 2. Come all you Courtiers in your neat fashions , Rich in your new unpaid-for silk : Come you brave Wenches , and court your stations , Here in the bushes the Maids do milk : Come then and revel , the Spring invites Beauty and youth for your delights , All that are fair , all that are rare , You shall have license to compare . 3. Here the great Ladies all of the Land are , Drawn with six Horses at the least : Here are all that of the Strand are , And to be seen now at the best . Westminster-Hall , who is of the Court , Unto his place doth now all resort : Both high and low here you may know , And all do come themselves to shew . 4. The Merchants wives that keep their Coaches , Here in the Park do take the air ; They go abroad to avoid reproaches , And hold themselves as Ladies fair : For whilst their Husbands gone are to trade Unto their ships by Sea or Land : Who will not say , why may not they Trade , like their own Husbands , in their own way . 5. Here from the Countrey come the Girls flying For husbands , though of parts little worth : They at th' Exchange have been buying The last new fashion that came forth : And are desirous to have it seen , As if before it ne're had been : So you may see all that may be Had in the Town or Countrey . 6. Here come the Girls of the rich City . Aldermens daughters fair and proud , Their Jealous Mothers come t' invite ye , For fear they should be losti'th ' croud : Who for their breeding are taught to dance , Their birth and fortune to advance : And they will be as frolick and free , As you your self expect to see . To his coy Mistris . 1. COy one , I say , Be gone , My love-days now are done : Were thy Brow like Iv'ry free , Yet 't is more black than Jet to me . 2. Might thy hairy Tress compare With Daphne's sporting with the air , As it is worse fetter'd far Than th' knotty tuffs of Mandrakes are . 3. Were there in thy squint eyes found True native sparks of Diamond ; As they are duller sure I am , Than th' Eye-Lamps of a dying man , 4. Were thy breath a Civet scent , Or some purer Element ; As there 's none profess thee love , Can touch thy lips without a Glove . 5. Were thy Nose of such a shape , As Nature could no better make ; As it is so skrewed in , It claims acquaintance with thy Chin. 6. Were thy Breasts two rising Mounts , Those Ruby Nipples milky Founts , As these two so fairly move , They 'd make a Lover freeze for love . 7. Could thy pulse affection beat , Thy Palm a balmy moisture sweat ; As their active vigor's gone , Dry and cold as any stone . 8. Were thy arms , legs , feet , and all , That we with modesty can call ; Nay , were they all of such a grace , As 't might be stil'd , Love amorous place . 9. As all these yield such weak delight , They 'd fright a Bridegroom the first night : And hold it a curse for to be sped Of such a fury in his bed . 10. Could thine high improved state , Vye with the greatest Potentate : As in all their store I find Mole-hills to a noble mind . 11. Wert thou as rich in Beauties form , As thou are held in Natures scorn : I vow these should be none of mine , Because they are entitled thine . A Dialogue concerning Hair , between A Man and a Woman . M. 1. ASk me no more why I do wear My Hair so far below my ear : For the first Man that e're was made Did never know the Barbers Trade , W. 2. Ask me no more where all the day The foolish Owl doth make her stay : 'T is in your Locks ; for tak'● from me , She thinks your hair an Ivy-tree . M. 3. Tell me no more that length of hair Can make the visage seem less fair ; For howsoe'r my hair doth sit , I 'm sure that yours comes short of it . W. 4. Tell me no more men were long hair To chase away the colder air ; For by experience we may see Long hair will but a back friend be . M. 5. Tell me no more that long hair can Argue deboistness in a man ; For 't is Religious being inclin'd , To save the Temples from the wind . W. 6. Ask me no more why Roarers wear Their hair ex●ant below their ear ; For having morgag'd all their Land , They 'd fain oblige the appearing Band. M. 7. Ask me no more why hair may be The expression of Gentility : 'T is that which being largely grown , Derives its Gentry from the Crown . W. 8. Ask me no more why grass being grown , With greedy Sickle is cut down , Till short and sweet : So ends my Song , Lest that long hair should grow too long . A Song . 1. THat Beauty I ador'd before , I now as much despise : 'T is Money only makes the Whore : She that for love with her Crony lies , ●ichaste : But that 's the Whore that kisses for pr●●● . 2. Let Iove with Gold his Danae woo , It shall be no rule for me : Nay , ' ● may be I may do so too , When I 'me as old as he . Till then I 'le never bire the thing that 's free●punc ; 3. If Coin must your Affection Imp , Pray get some other Friend : My Pocket ne're shall be my Pimp , I never that intend , Yet can be noble too , if I see they mend . 4. Since Loving was a Liberal Art , How canst thou trade for gain ? The pleasure is on your part , 'T is we Men take the pain : And being so , must Women have the gain ? 5. No , no , I 'le never farm your Bed , Nor your Smock-Tenant be : I hate to rent your white and red , You shall not let your Love to me : I court a Mistris , not a Landlady . 6. A Pox take him that first set up , Th' Excise of Flesh and Skin : And since it will no better be , Let 's both to kiss begin ; To kiss freely ; if not , you may go spin . The Careless Swain . 1. IS she gone ? let her go ; faith Boys , I care not , I 'l not sue after her , I dare not , I dare not . Though she 'as more Land than I by many an Acre , I have plow'd in her ground , who will may take her . 2. She is a witty one , and she is fair too ; She must have all the Land that she is Heir too : But as for Free Land she has not any , For hers is Lammas ground , common to many . 3. Were it in Several , ' ●were a great favour , It might be an inriching to him that shall have her : But hers is common ground , and without bounding , You may graze in her ground , and fear no pounding . A Catch for three Voices . JAck , Will and Tom are ye come , I think there is mirth in your faces : How glad I 'm to see such Lads all agree In tunes and time , and graces . A Song . 1. CHloris , when I to thee present The cause of all my discontent ; And shew that all the wealth that can Flow from this little world of man , Is nought but Constancy and Love , Why will you other objects prove ? 2. O do not cozen your desires With common and mechanick fires : That picture which you see in gold , In every Shop is to be sold , And Diamonds of richest prize Men only value with their eyes . 3. But look upon my loyal heart , That knows to value every part : And loves thy hidden virtue more Than outward shape , which fools adore : In that you 'l all the treasures find That can content a noble mind . The forsaken Maid , A Song . 1. NOr Love , nor Fate dare I accuse , For that my Love doth me refuse : But O mine own unworthiness , That durst presume so great a bliss ! Too mickle 'twere for me to love A man so like the Gods above , VVith Angels face , and Saint-like voice , 'T is too Divine for Humane choice . 2. But had I wisely given mine heart , For to have lov'd him but in part : As only to enjoy his face . Or any one peculiar Grace ; A , foot , or hand , or lip , or eye : Then had I liv'd where now I die . But I presuming all to chuse , Am now condemned all to lose . 3. You Rural Gods that guard the Swains , And punish all unjust disdains ; O do not censure him for this , It was my error , and not his . This only boon of you I 'le crave , To fix these Lines upon my Grave : Like Icarus , I soar'd too high , For which offence I pine , I die . On a Precise Taylor . A Taylor , but a man of upright dealing , True , but for lying ; honest , but for stealing ; Did fall one day extremely sick by chance , And on a sudden fell in a wondrous Trance : The Friends of Hell must'ring in fearful manner , Of sundry colour'd Silks display'd a Banner Which he had stoln ; and wish'd , as they did tell , That he might one day find it all in Hell. The man affrighted at this Apparition , Upon Recovery grew a great Precisian ; He bought a Bible of the new Translation , And in his Life he shew'd great Reformation : He walk'd demurely , and he talked meekly , He heard two Lectures , and two Sermons weekly : He vow'd to shun all Company unruly , And in his speech he us'd no Oath but Truly : And zealously to help the Sabbaths Rest , The Meat for that day on the Eve was drest : And lest the custom that he had to steal , Might cause him sometimes to forget his zeal , He gives his Journey-man a special charge , That if the Stuff allow'd fell out to large , And that to filch his fingers were inclin'd , He then should put the Banner in his mind . This done , I scarce can tell the rest for laughter , A Captain of a Ship came three days after , And bought three yards of Velvet & three quarters , To make his Vest so large to hang below his garters , He that precisely knew what was enough , Soon slip● away a quarter of the Stust : His man espying it , said in derision , Remember , Master , how you saw the Vision . Peace , Fool , quoth he , I did not see one rag Of such like colour'd Stuff within the Flag . The Scotch Girls Complaint for an Englishmans going away , when my Lord Monk came for England . 1. ILl tide this cruel Peace that hath gain'd a War on me , I never fancied Laddy till I saw mine Enemy : O methoughts he was the bl●●hest one That e're I set mine eyes upon : VVell might have fool'd a wiser one , As he did me : He look'd so pretty , and talk'd so witty , None could deny , But needs must yield the Fort up , Gude faith , and so did I. 2. Tantara went the Trumpets , and strait we were in Arms , VVe dreaded no Invasions , Embrances were our Charms . As we close to one another sit , Did according to our Mothers wit , But hardly now can smother it , It will be known , Alack and welly , sick back and belly , Never was Maid , A Soldier is a coming , though young , Makes me afraid . 3. To England bear this Sonnet , direct it unto none , But to the brave Monk-Heroes , both sigh and singing moan : Some there are perhaps will take my part , At his bosom Cupid shake his dart , That from me he ne'r may part , That is mine own : O maist thou never wear Bow and Quiver , Till I may see Once more the happy feature Of my lov'd Enemy . On Fairford curious Church-Windows , which scap'd the War and the Puritan . TEll me , you Anti-Saints , why Glass To you is longer liv'd than Bras● ; And why the Saints have scap'd their falls Better on VVindows than on VValls ? Is it because the Brothers fires Maintain a Glass-house at Blackfriers ? Next , why the Church stands North and South , And East and VVest the Preachers mouth ? Or is 't because such painted ware Resembles something what you are ? So pied , so seeming , so unsound In Doctrine and in Manners found , That out of Emblematick wit You spare your selves in sparing it ? If it be so , then Fairford boast , Thy Church hath kept what all hath lost : It is preserved from the bane Of either VVar or Puritan ; Whose Life is coloured in thy Paint , The inside Dross , but outside Saint . The Soldiers praise of a Lowse . 1. WIll you please to hear a new Ditty , In praise of a six footed Creature : She lives both in Countrey and City , She 's woundrous loving by nature . 2. She 'l proffer her service to any , She 'l stick close but she will prevail : She is entertained by many , Till death no Master she 'l fail . 3. Your rich men she cannot endure , Nor can she your shifter abide : But still she sticks close to the poor , Though often they claw her hide . 4. The non-suited man she 'l woo him , Or any good fellows that lack : She will be as nigh a friend to him As the shirt that sticks to his back . 5. Your neat Landress she perfectly hates , And those that do set her awork : And still in foul Linen delights , That she in the seams on 't may lurk . 6. Corruption she draws like a Horse-leech , Being big , she grows a great breeder : At night she goes home to her Cottage , And in the day is a devillish feeder . 7. To Commanders and Soldiers in purging I 'm sure her Receipts are good : For she saves them the charge of a Surgeon In sucking and letting of blood . 8. She 'l venture in a Battel as far As any Commander that goes : She 'l play Iack a both sides in war , And cares not a pin for her foes . 9. She 's always shot-free in fight , To kill her no Sword will prevail : And if took Prisoner by flight , She 's crush'd to death with a Nail . 10. From her and her breed Iove defend us For her company we have had store : Let her go to the Court and the Gentry , And trouble poor Soldiers no more . A Song . S M●thought the other night I saw a pretty sight That mov'd me much : A fair and comely Maid Not squeamish nor afraid To let me touch . Our lips most sweetly kissing Each other never missing : Her smiling look did shew content , That she did nought but what she meant . 2. And as our lips did move , The Echo still was Love , Love , love me sweet . Then with a Maiden blush , Instead of crying Push , Our lips did meet : With Musick sweet by sounding , And Pleasures all abounding , We kept the Burden of the Song , Which was , That Love should take no wrong . A Song . 1. O My dearest , I shall grieve thee When I swear , yet Sweet believe me . By thine eye , that Crystal Book In which all crabbed old men look , I swear to thee , though none abhor them , Yet I do not love thee for them . 2. I do not love thee for that fair Rich Fan of thy most curious Hair : Though the wires thereof are drawn Finer than the threds of Lawn , And are softer than the sleeves Which the subtil Spinner weaves . 3. I do not love thee for those flowers Growing on thy Cheeks , Loves Bowers ; Though such cunning them hath spread , None can part their white and red : Loves golden Arrows there are shot , Yet for them I love thee not . 4. I do not love thee for those sof● Red Coral Lips I 've kist so oft , Nor teeth of Pearl , though double rear'd To speech , where Musick still is heard , Though from thence a kiss being taken , Would Tyrants melt , and death awaken . 5. I do not love thee , O my Fairest , For that richest , for that rarest Silver Pillar which stands under Thy lovely Head , that Glass of wonder : Though thy Neck be whiter far Than Towers of polish'd Ivory are . 6. Nor do I love thee for those Mountains Hid with Snow , whence Nectar Fountains Sug'red sweet , and Syrup-berry , Must one day run through Pipes of Cherry : O how much those Breasts do move me● Yet for these I do not love thee . 7. I do not love thee for thy Palm , Though the dew thereof be Balm : Nor thy curious Leg and Foot , Although it be a precious Root Whereon this stately Cedar grows : Sweet I love thee not for those . 8. Nor for thy wit so pure and quick , Whose substance no Arithmetick Can number down : Nor for the charms Thou mak'st with embracing arms ; Though in them one night to lie , Dearest I would gladly die . 9. I love the not for eyes nor hair , Nor lips , nor teeth that are so rare ; Nor for thy neck , nor for thy breasts , Nor for thy belly , nor the rest : Nor for thy hand , nor foot , nor small , But would'st thou know , dear sweet , for all . An old Song on the Spanish Armado . 2. SOme years of late in eighty eight , As I do well remember , It was some say , nineteenth of May , And some say in September , And some say in September . The Spanish train , lanch'd forth amain , With many a fine bravado Their ( as they thought ) but it prov'd not , Invincible Armado , Invincible Armado . 3. There was a little man that dwelt in Spain , Who shot well in a Gun a , Don Pedro hight , as black a wight As the Knight of the Sun a , As the Knight of the Sun a. 4. King Philip made him Admiral , And bid him not to stay a But to destroy , both man and boy , And so to come away a , And so to come away a. 5. Their Navy was well victualled With Bisket , Pease , and Bacon , They brought two Ships , well fraught with Whips , But I think they were mistaken . But I think they were mistaken . 6. There men were young , Munition strong , And to do us more harm a , They thought it meet to joyn their Fleet , All with the Prince of Parma . All with the Prince of Parma . 7. They coasted round about our Land , And so came in by Dover : But we had men set on'um then , And threw the Rascals over , And threw the Rascals over . 8. The Queen was then at Tilbury , What could me more desire a , And Sir Francis Drake for her sweet sake , Did set them all on fire a , Did set them all on fire a. 9. Then strait they fled by Sea and Land , That one man kill'd threescore a ; And had nor they all ran away , In truth he had kill'd more a , In truth he had kill'd more a. 10. Then let them neither brag nor boast , But if they come agen a , Let them take heed , they do not speed , As they did you know when a , As they did you know when a. The Loyal Prisoner . 1. BEat on proud Billows , Boreas blow , Swell curled waves high as Ioves roof : Your incivility shall show , That innocence is Tempest proof : Though furious Nero's frown , my thoughts are calm , Then strike affliction , for your wounds are balm . 2. That which the world miscalls a Jail , A private Closet is to me , Whilst a good Conscience is my bail , And innocence my liberty : Locks , Bars , and Solitude together met . Makes me no Pris'ner , but an Anchoret . 3. And whilst I wish to be retir'd Into this private room was turn'd ; As if their wisdoms had conspir'd The Sallam under should be burn'd : Or like those Sophies , which would drown a fish , I am condemn'd to suffer what I wish . 4. The Cynick hugs his poverty , The Pellican her Wilderness : And ' 〈◊〉 the Indians pride to be Naked on frozen Caucasus . Contentment cannot smart , Stoicks we see , Make torments easie to their Apathie . 5. I 'm in this Cabinet lock'd up , Like some high prized Margerite : Or like some great Mogul or Pope , Am cloister'd up from publick , sight : Retiredness is a piece of Majesty ; And thus proud Sultan , I 'm as great as thee . 6. These Manicles about my arms , I as my Mistris Favours wear : And for to keep my ankles warm , I have some iron Shackles there : These walls are but my Garrison , my Cell , What men call Iail , doth prove my Cittadel . 7. So he that stroke at Iasons life , Thinking to have made his purpose sure , With a malicious friendly knife , Was only wounded to a cure . Malice , I see , wants wit ; for what is meant Mischief oft-times proves favours by th' event . 8. What though I cannot see my King , Neither in 's Person , nor his Coin : Yet Contemplation is a thing Which renders what I have not mine : My King from me what Adamants can part , Whom I do wear engraven on my heart ? 9. Have you not seen the Nightingale A pris'ner like , coop'd in a Cage ? How she doth chaunt her wonted tale , In that her narrow Hermita● ? Even then her Melody doth plain●y prove , That her Boughs are Trees , her Cage a Grove . 10. I am that Bird whom they combine Thus to deprive of liberty : Although they see my Corps confin'd , Yet maugre hate , my soul is free . Although I 'm mew'd , yet I can chirp and sing , Disgrace to Rebels , Glory to my King. On his first Love. MY first Love whom all beauty did adorn , Firing my heart , supprest it with her scorn , And since like Tinder in my breast it lies , By every sparkle made a Sacrifice : Each wanton eye , now kindles my desire , And that is now to all , which was intire : For now my wanton thoughts are not confin'd Unto a woman , but to woman kind : This for her shape I love , that for her face , This for her gesture , or some other grace : And sometimes when I none of these can find , I chuse them by the kernel , not the rind ; And so do hope , though my chief hope be gone , To find in many what I lost in one . She is in fault which caus'd me first to stray , Needs must he wander which hath lost his way : Guildess I am , she did this change provoke , And made that Charcoal , which at first was Oak : For as a Looking-glass to the aspect , Whilst it is whole , doth but one face reflect ; But crack'd and broken in pieces , there are shown Many false faces where first was but one : So love into my heart did first prefer Her Image , and there plan●ed none but her : But when 't was crack'd and martyr'd by her scorn , Many less faces in her sea● were born : Thus like to Tinder , I am prone to catch Each falling sparkle , fit for any match . On his Mistris● going to Sea. FArewel , fair Saint , may not the seas and wind Swell like the heart and eyes you left behind : But calm and gentle , like the looks they bear , Smile in your face , and whisper in your car : L●t no foul billow offer to arise , That it might nearer look upon your eyes ; Lest Wind and Waves enamour'd with such form , Should throng and crowd themselves into a storm . But if it be your fate , vast Seas , to love , Of my becalmed heart learn how to move : Move then but in a gentle Lovers pace , No wrinckles , nor no furrows in your face ; And you sicrce winds , see that you tell your tale In such a breath as may but fill her sail : So while you court her each a several way , You will her safely to her Port convey , And lose her in a noble way of wooing , Whilst both contribute to her own undoing . On a Blush . STay lusty blood , where wilt thou seek So blest a place as in her cheek ? How canst thou from that cheek retire , Where vertue doth command desire ? But if thou canst not stay , then flow Down to her panting paps below ; Flow like a Deluge from her breasts , Where Venus Swans have built their Nests ; And so take glory to bestain With azure blew each swelling Vein : Then boiling , run through every part , Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart : And if from love it would retire , Then Martyr it with gentle sire : And having search'd each secret place , Fly thou back into her face : Where live thou blest in changing those White L●llies to a ruddy Rose . In praise of a Mask . THere is not half so warm a fire In fruition as desire : When we have got the fruit of pain , Possession makes us poor again . Expected form and shape unknown , Whets and makes sharp temptation : Sense is too nigardly for bliss , And daily pays us with what is . But ignorance doth give us all That can within her brightness fall . Veil therefore still , whilst I divine The riches of that hidden Mine ; And make imagination tell All wealth that can in beauty dwell . Thus the highly valu'd Oar , Earths dark Exchequer keeps in store : And search'd in secret , only quits The travel of the hands and wits ; Who dates to ransack all the hoards , That Natures privy Purso affords . Our eye the apprehensions Thief , Blinds our unlimited belief . When we see all , we nothing see , Disclosure may prove Robbery . For if you shine not , fairest , be●ug shown , I pick a Cabinet for a Bristol Stone . Excuse for Absence . YOu 'l ask , perhaps , wherefore I stay , Loving so much , so long away ? Do not think 't was I did part ; It was my body , not my heart : For , like a Compass , in your love One Foot is sixt that cannot move : To ' other may follow the blind guide Of giddy Fortune , but not slide Beyond your Service ; nor dares venture To wander far from you the Center . To his Mistris . KEep on your Mask , and hide your eye , For with beholding it I die , Your fatal Beauty , Gorgon-like , Dead with astonishment doth strike : Your piercing eyes , if them I see , Are worse than Basilisks to me . Shut from mine eyes those hills of Snow , Their melting Valley do not show ; Those Azure paths lead to despair . O vex me ●ot , forbear , forbear : For whilst I thus in torment dwell , The sight of Heaven is worse than Hell. Your dainty voice , and warbling breath , Sound like a Sentence past for death : Your dangling Tresses are become The instruments of final doom ; O if an Angel torture so When life is done , what shall I do ? To his Mistris . I 'Ll tell you how the Rose did first grow red , And whence the Lilly whiteness borrowed : You blush'd , and then the Rose with red was dight ; The Lilly kist your hand , and so came white . Before that time each Rose had but a stain , The Lilly nought but paleness did contain : You have the native colour , those the dye , They slourish onely in your eye . HIc jacet John Shorthose Sine hose , sine shooes , sine breeches , Qui fuit dum vixit , sine goods , Sine lands , sine riches . On his Mistris . IS she not wondrous fair ? O but I see She is so much too sweet , too fair for me , That I forget my flames , and every fi●e Hath taught me not to love , but to admire : Just like the Sun , methinks I see her face , Which I should gaze on still , but not embrace ; For 't is Heavens pleasure that she should be sent As pure to Heaven again , as she was lent To us : And bid us , as we hope for bliss , Not to profane her with a mortal kiss . Then how cold grows my Love , and I how hot ? O how I love her , how I love her not ! So doth my Ague-love torment by turns , And now it freezeth , now again it burns . A Sigh . GO thou gentle whisp'ring ' Wind , Bear this Sigh , and if you find Where my cruel Fair doth rest , Cast it in her snowy Breast : The sweet Kisses thou shalt gain , Will reward thee for thy pain . Taste her lips , and then confess , If Arabia doth possess Or the Hybla honour'd hill , Sweets like those that there distil . Having got so , with a fee Do another boon for me : Thou canst with thy powerful blast Heat apace , and cool as fast : Then for pity either stir Up the fire of Love in her , That alike both slames may shine , Or else quite extinguish mine . To a spruce and very finely deck'd Lady . 2. STill to be neat , still to be drest , As if you were going to a feast ▪ Still to be powder'd , still perfum'd , Lady , it is to be presum'd , Though Arts hid causes are not found , All is not sweet , all is not sound . 2. Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes largely slowing , hairs as free ; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' Adulteries of Art : They please my eye , but not my heart . The Good Fellows Song . 1. AS we went wandring all the night , The Brewers Dog our brains did bi●e , Our Heads grew heavy , and our Heels grew light , And we like our humour well boys , And we like our humour well . 2. Our Hostess then bid us pay her Sc●re , We call'd her Whore , and we paid her no more , And we kick'd our Hostess out of the door , And we like our humour well boys , And we like our humour well . 3. And as we went wandring in the Street , We trod the Kennels under our feet , And fought with every Post we did meet , And we like our humour well boys . And we like our humour well . 4. The Constable then with his staff and band , He bid us if we were men to stand , We told him he bid us do more than we can , And we like our humour well boys , And we like our humour well . 5. Our Hostesses Cellar it is our bed , Upon the Barrels we lay our head , The night is our own , for the Devil is dead , And we like our humour well boys , And we like our humour well , Vpon Fasting . THe poor man fasts , because he has no meat ; The sick man fasts , because he cannot eat : The Userer fasts , to encrease his store : The Glutton fasts , 'cause he can eat no more ; The Hypocrite , because he 'd be commended : The Saints do fast , because they have offended . ONe wish'd me to a Wife that 's fair and young , That hath French , Spanish , and Italian tongue : I thank'd him , but yet I 'l have none of such ; For I think one tongue for a Maid's too much : What , love you not the Learned ? yes as my life . The learned Scholar , but the unlearned Wife . On a Lover that would not be beloved again . DIsdain me still , that I may ever love , For who his love enjoys , can love no more : The War once past , with peace men cowards prove , The ships return'd do rot upon the shore , Then frown though I say thou art m●st fair , And still I love thee , though I still despair . As heat to life , so is desire to love , For these once quench'd , both life and love are done : Let not my sighs and tears thy virtues move Like basest Metal do not melt so soon , Laugh at my woes although I ever mourn , Love surfeits with rewards , his Nurse is scorn . A Rural Song . 1. COme Lads and Lasses , each one that passes , Dance a round on the ground Whilst green the grass is . For if you 'l ever , with mirth endeavour With heart and voice , rejoyce , Come now or never : For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid For the poor silly Maid . 2. Now here , now yonder , with Goose and Gander , With your Ducks , Hens , and Cocks , Safe may you wander , Securely may you go , to the Market to and fro , Iohn and Ione all arow , And never fear the foe , For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid For the poor silly Maid . 3. Sweetest come hither , let us thither , Where we 'l court , and there sport Freely together . We 'l enjoy kisses , with other blisses , So come home , when we have done , And none shall miss us . For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid , For the poor silly Maid . 4. Over you Bower ; Iove seems to lowre , As he meant to prevent Our happiest hour : But the times treasure , giving us leasure In spight of Iove , for to prove Our chiefest pleasure . For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid , For the poor silly Maid . A Scotch Song , called Gilderoy . 1. WAS ever grief so great as mine , Then speak dear Bearn , I prethee , That thus must leave my Gilderoy , O my Benison gang with thee . Good speed be with you then Sir , she said , For gone is all my joy : And gone is he whom I love best , My handsom Gilderoy . 2. In muckle joy we spent our time Till we were both fifteen , Then wantonly he ligg'd me down , And amongst the B●akes so green . When he had done what man could do , He rose up and gang'd his way : I gate my Goon , and I followed him , My handsom Gilderoy . 3. Now Gilderoy was a bonny Boy , Would needs to 'th King be gone , With his silken Garters on his legs , And the Roses on his shoone : But better he had staid at home With me his only joy , For on a Gallow-tree they hung My handsom Gilderoy . 4. When they had ta'ne this lad so strong , Gude Lord how sore they bound him , They carried him to Edenb'rough Town , And there God wot they hung him : They knit him fast above the rest , And I lost my only joy , For evermore my Benison Gang with my Gilderoy . 5. Wo worth that man that made those Laws , To hang a man for genee , For neither stealing Ox nor Ass , Or bony Horse or Meere : Had not their Laws a bin so strict , I might have got my joy : And ne'r had need tull a wat my check For my dear Gilderoy . A Song to his Mistris . 1. I Will not do a Sacrifice To thy face or to thy eyes : Nor unto thy Lilly palm , Nor thy breath that wounding balm : But the part to which my heart In vows is seal'd , Is that Mine of Bliss Divine Which is conceal'd . 2. What 's the Golden fruit to me , If I may not pluck the Tree : Bare enjoying all the rest , Is but like a golden Feast , Which at need can never feed Our love-sick wishes : Let me eat substantial meat , Not view the dishes . The Advice . PHyllis for shame , let us improve A thousand several ways , These few short minutes stoln by love From many tedious days . Whilst you want courage to despise The censure of the Grave : For all the Tyrants in your eyes , Your heart is but a slave . My love is full of noble pride , And never will submit To let that Fop Discretion ride In triumph over Wit. False Friends I have as well you , That daily counsel me Vain friv'lous trisles to pursue , And leave off loving thee . When I the least belief bestow On what such fools advise , May I be dull enough to grow Most miserably wise . A Vision . BEneath a Myrtle shade Which Iove for none but happy Lovers made , I slept , and streight my Love before me brought , Phillis the object of my waking thought , Undrest she came my flames to meet , Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : Flowers that so prest by her became more sweet . From the bright Visions head , A careless vail of Lawn was Loosely spread : From her white shoulders fell her shaded hair , Like cloudy Sun-shine , nor too brown nor fair : Her hands , her lips did love inspire , Her ev'ry part my heart did fire : But most her eyes , that languish'd with desire . Ah charming Fair , said I , How long will you my bliss and yours deny ? By nature and by Iove this lonesome Shade Was for revenge of suff'ring Lovers made : Silence and Shades with Love agree , Both shelter you , and favour me ; You cannot blush , because I cannot see , No , let me die , she said , Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid : Faintly she spoke methought , for all the while She bid me not believe her with a smile . Then die , said I : She still deny'd : And is it thus , thus , thus , she cry'd , You use a harmless Maid ? And so she dy'd . I wak'd , and straight I knew I lov'd so well , it made my Dream prove true . Fancy the kinder Mistriss of the two , Fancy had done what Phillis would not do . Ah cruel Nymph , cease your disdain , While I can dream you scorn in vain : Asleep or waking you must ease my pain . The Bachelors Song . LIke a Dog with a Bottle fast ty'd to his Tail , Like a Vermin in a Trap , or a Thief in a Jail , Like a Tory in a Bog , Or an Ape with a Clog , Even such is the man , who when he may go free , Does his Liberty lose In a Matrimony Noose , And sells himself into Captivity . The Dog he doth howl when the Bottle doth jog , The Vermin , the Thief , and the Tory in vain Of the Trap , of the Jail , of the Quagmire complain , But well fare poor Pug , For he plays with his Clog ; And though he would be rid on 't rather than his life , Yet he hugs it and tugs it as a Man does his Wife . The Batchelors Satyr re●orted . 1. LIke a Dog that runs madding at Sheep or at Cows , Like a Boar that runs brumling after the Sows , Like a Jade full of Rancor , Or a Ship without Anchor , Such is the Libertine whom sense invites To spend his leisures In recoyling pleasures , And prefers Looseness unto Hymens Rites : Whereas that honest Tedder holds The Dog from ranging to the Folds ; And the soft tie of sixt desire , Keeps men from that Boarish mire ; The Bit and Reins The Horse restrains , And th' Anchor saves The Ship from Waves Vermin indeed are oft deserv'dly caught In their own Traps , Venereous Claps , Which Health and Wealth and Conscience dearly bought . 2. Those Felons of themselves are their own Jails , And by stoln Pleasure do their sin intail ; Such wandring Tories in unknown Bogs , And busie Urchins are ensaf'd by Clogs : But well fare that Bird , That sweetly is heard To sing in the contented Cage , Secure from fears , And all the snares Of a Licentious and trepanning Age , Passing a calm harmonious Life , Just like an honest Man and Wife . A Reply to the Batchelors Satyr retorted . LIke a Cat with her Tail fast hel'd by a Peg , Like a Hog that gruntles when he 's ty'd by the leg , Like a gall'd Horse in a Pownd , Or a Ship run a ground : Such is the Man , who ty'd in a Nuptial Nooze , With the proud Stoick , brags Of his Patches , and his Rags And rails at looseness , yet would fain get loose , Whereas the Cat , not knowing who vext her , Tooth and nail assaults the thing that is next her ; And the soft tye of fixt desire Binds the Hog to the Paradise of his dear Mire : The Horse frisks about , But cannot get out ; And the Anchor gives way To the boysterous Sea. Husbands indeed are oft deserv'dly caught In their own Traps , By others Claps , Or Midwives , Nurses , Cradles dearly bout . These Felons to themselves are their own Jail : Some on the Parish do their Bratsentail , Like Tories from thir Wives and Children run , Designing but to Do , and be Undone : Or else like Hedghogs under Crabtrees roll , To bring home to their Drabs A burthen of Crabs , And then retire to their Hole . But well fare the Owl , Of all feather'd Fowl , That in the contented Ivy-bush sings ; She dodders all day , While the little birds play , And at midnight she flutters her wings , Hooting out her mopish discontented Life , Just like and honest man and Wife , On a Wedding . HOw pleasant a thing , were a Wedding , And a Bedding ? If a Man could purchase a Wife For a twelvemonth and a day : But to live with her all a mans life , For ever and for ay , Till she grows as grey as a Cat : Good faith , Mr. Parson , excuse me for that . The Answer . HOw honest a thing is a Wedding , And a Bedding ? If a man but make choice of a virtuous Wife , To live with for aye , Not a month and a day , But to love and to cherish all days of his life , Till both are grown grave , rich , fruitful , and fat : Good sooth ( Sir ) there needs no excuses for that . And thus against all Syrens safely stands The wise Ulysles ty'd with Nuptial Bands . Vpon His Majesties Picture drawn by a Fair Lady . YOur hand with Nature at a noble strife , Hath paid our Sovereign a great share of Life . Strange fate ! that Charles did ne'r more firmly stand , Then when twice rescu'd by a female hand . Fair Voucher of the Royal Head , which we owe Though first to Madam Lane , yet next to you . But here your glory much doth hers out-vie , She us'd disguise , you use discovery : And sure there 's not so much of Honour shown To save by hiding , as by making known : Yet hence for you the odds do higher lie , She sav'd from Death , you from Mortality ; Who in despight of fate can give reprieve , And in this deathless Image make him live . Warwicks great worth must quit the leaves of same , There never was a make-●ing till you came . Had Shiva's Queen known thus , she need not roam , Sh' had seen the Learned Monarch nearer home . O how Vandike would fret himself , by you Baffl'd at once in th' Art and Object too ! Nature her self amaz'd , doth scarce yet know For certain , whether , she drew both , or you : And we , seeing so much life in th' Image shown , Fear least it speak , and lay a Claim to th' Crown . And th' vulgar apt to a more gross mistake , Should Charles but for his Pictures Picture take . Who knows what harm might from your pencil come If Painting had not been an Art that 's dumb . W●r●'sters strict search had ceas'd , did Cromwel know How much of Charles your hand could to him show ; And the great Rebel would contented be To have him murther'd in this Effigie ; Wherein he doth so much himself appear , I am i' th' Presence whilst I spy him here . His Crown he may from others hands receive , But only you Charles to himself could give . To be thus lively drawn , is th' only thing Could almost make me wish my self a King. Go on , Fair Hand , and by a nobler Art Make Charles a Prince compleat in every part : And to the world this rare example show , You can make Kings , and get them Subjects too , FINIS . Westminster Drollery , THE SECOND PART ; BEING A Compleat Collection of all the Newest and Choicest SONGS and POEMS at COURT and both the THEATERS . By the Author of the FIRST PART , never Printed before . LONDON , Printed for William Gilbert at the Half-Moon in 〈…〉 These to his honoured Freind , the Author of this Book , upon his WESTMINSTER DROLLERY . HAving perus'd your Book , I there do find The footsteps of a most Ingenious mind ; Which ( traceing ) I ne're left , until I came Vnto the knowledge of the Authors Name ; Which having understood , I needs must show That due respect I to your Lines doe owe. How easie is it for a man to know Those Songs you made , from those Collected too ? Yours like Rich Vyands on a Table set , Invites all Pallats for to tast and eat ; T● ' others but garnish are , which only serve To feed a hungry stomach , least it starve ; Yours like the Sun , when he displayes his face , Obscures , and darkens Starrs of meaner Race : So Sir , in every thing you so transcend , That I could wish your Drolleries no end : But least my youthful Poetry should stray From their intentions , and so lose their way , I 'le wish your fame may be as amply known As he desires , who speaks himself your own . Ric : Mangic WESTMINSTER DROLLERY . The late Song at the Dukes House . SInce we poor slavish women know Our men we cannot pick and choose , To him we like , why say we no ? We both our time and labour loose : By our put offs , and fond delayes , A Lovers Appetite we pall ; And if too long the Gallant stayes , His Stomack 's gone for good and all . Or our impatient Amorous guest Unknown to us away may steale , And rather than stay for a feast Take up with some course ready meale . When opportunity is kind , Let prudent women be so too ; And if a man be to her mind , Till , till , — she must not let him goe . The match soon made is happy still , For only love , 't is best to doe For none should marry 'gainst their will , But stand off when their Parents woe , And only to their Suits be coy ; For she whom Jointures can obtain To let a Fopp her bed injoy , Is but a lawfull wench for gain . A late Song called The Resolute Gallant for a second Tryall . HOw hard a fate have I that must expire By sudden sparkles Love hath blown to fire : No paine like mine , 'cause fed with discontent , Not knowing how these flames I may prevent . Lucinda's eyes affection have compel'd , And ever since in thraldome I have dwelt ; Yet which is more , s●● who 's my sole delight Belongs unto another man by right . What though she do ? bear up dejected mind , She that is faired doth seldome prove unkind ; She may be so , I 'le put it to a venture ; Who tryes no Circle , may mistake the Center . For joyes themselves are only tr●e when try'd , Frui●ion is the comfort of a Bride ; And how can he enjoy that ne'r doth try But is dishearted with a Female fie ? ( When known to most ) they willingly resigne What they doe seem as willing to decline , Why then should I desist , I 'le try agen , They ' steeme the valiant lover the best of men . The Subtil Girle well fitted . The Tune The New Boxy . PRethee Cloris tell me how I 've been to thee Disloyal ; In love thou know'st who makes a vow , 'T is only but on tryal : For had I found , thy graces sound , Which first I did discover , There 's none shou'd be more kind to thee , Or halfe so true a Lover . 2. I vow'd 't is true , I 'le tell you how , With mental reservation , To try if thou wouldst keep thy vow , And find thine Inclination ; But when I saw thou didst withdraw Thy faith from me to changing , Why shoul'dst thou blame me for the same To take my swing in ranging . 3. No Cloris know , the knack I 've found Of this thy feigned passion , Thou knowst my elder brother's drown'd And chinks with me in fashion ; And likewise know , I 've made a vow To one did ne're deceive me VVho in the worst of times she durst Both visit and relieve me . 4. Then farewell Cloris false and faire , And like thee every woman , Nor more will weare thy lock of haire , Thy favours now are common ; But I will weare Aminta deare VVithin my heart for ever , VVhose faire and kind , and constant mind , To cherish I 'le endeavour . The New Scotch Song . SIt ' tha ' do'on be me , mine awn sweet joy , Thouse quite kill me suedst thou prove coy , Suedst thou prove coy , and not loove me . VVhere sall I fiend sike a can as thee . 2. Is'e bin at Weke , and Is'e bin at Faire , Yet neer coo'd I find can with thee to compare ; Oft have I sought , yet ne're cood I find Ean I loov'd like thee , ' gen you prove kind . 3. Thou'se ha' a gay goone , an gea fine , VVith brave buskins thy feet sall shine , VVith the fin'st sloores thy head sall be crownd , An thy pink-patticoat sall be lac't round . 4. VVee'se gang early to the brooke side , VVee'se catch fishes as they do glide , Ev'ry little fish thy prisner sall be , Thou'fe catch them , an I 'se catch thee . 5. Coom lat me kisse thy cherry Lip , an praise Aw the features , a thy sweet face , Thy forehead so smooth and lofty doth rise , Thy soft ruddy cheeks , and thy pratty black eyes . 6. I se ligg by thee all the caw'd niete , ' Thou's● want neathing for thy deleete ; Thouse ha' any thing , thouse ha me , Sure I ha soom thing that'le please thee . The Answer to the Scotch Song , and to that Tune . 1. SIbby cryes to the wood , coom follow me , ●or I'se have a fiene thing my Billy for thee , It i like a thing which I mun not tell , Yet I ken Billy thou'se love it well . 2. Billy cryes , wa is me , and sight vary seare Cause to his Sibby he cood not come neare , At last he tald her with many a greane Ise cannot follow Sibby for meerter and steane . 3. Thou ken'st Billy , Is'e loove thee wee le , And for thy Love my Patticoat wa'd sell ; I 'se loove thee dearly wee 'le as myne ean mother , Thou'se pull down ean side , & I 'se pull down tother . 4. Sibby gang'd to the Wail to pull it doone , Billy ean the tea side came there as soone ; Then she pul'd doon the steane , & Billy the meerter , That of his ●●atty Sibby he might be the Peerter . The rejected Lover to his Mistriss . 1. WHat means this strangen●ss now of late , Since time doth truth approve , Such difference may consist with state , In cannot stand with love . 2. 'T is either cunning or distrust , Doth such ways allow ; The first is base , the last unjust , Let neither blemish you . 3. Explaine with unsuspitious looks The Riddles of your mind , The eyes are Cupids fortune Books , Where love his fate may find . 4. If kindness crosse your wisht content , Dismiss it with a frown , I 'le give thee all the love is spent , The rest shall be my own . The Prologue to Witt without money : being the first Play acted after the Fire . SO shipwrackt Passengers escape to land , So look they , when on bare Beach they stand , Dropping and cold ; and their first feare scarce o're , Expecting famine from a desert shore ; From that hard Climate we must wait for bread Whence even the Natives forc't by hunger fled . Our stage does humane chance present to view , But ne're before was seen so sadly true , You are chang'd to , and your pretence to see Is but a nobler name of charitie . Your own provisions furnish out our feasts Whilst you the founders make your selves our guests . Of all mankind besides Fate had some care , But for poore Witt no portion did prepare , 'T is left a rent-charge to the brave and faire . You cherisht it , & now its fall you mourne , Which blind unmannerd Zealots make their scorne , Who think the fire a Judgment on the stage , Which spar'd not Temples in its surious rage . But as our new-built City rises higher , So from old Theaters may new aspire , Since Fate contrives magnificence by fire . Our great Metropolis doth farr surpasse What ere is now , & equald all that was , Our Witt as far doth forrein wit excell , And like a king should in a Pallace dwell . But we with golden hopes are vainely fed , Talk high , and entertaine you in a shed : Your presence here , for which we humbly sue , Will grace old Theaters , and build up new . A Song . OF all the briske da●●s my Selina for me , For I love not a woman unlesse she be free ; The affection that I to my Mistris do pay Grows weary , unless she does meet me half way : There can be no pleasure 'till humours do hit , Then Jumping's as good in affection as wit. No sooner I came , but she lik't me as soone ; No sooner I askt , but she granted my boon ; And without a preamble , a portion or Jointer , She promis'd to meet me , where e're I 'de appoint her ; So we struck up a match , and embrac'd each other Without the consent of Father or Mother . Then away with a Lady that 's modest and coy , Let her ends be the pleasure that we do enjoy ; L●t her tickle her fancy with secret delight , And refuse all the day , what she longs for at night : I believe my Selina , who shews they 'r all mad , To feed on dry bones , when flesh may be had . A SONG . Give o're foolish heart , and make hast to despare , For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy prayer Which plead for thy passion , thy paines to prolong ; She courts her gittar , and replyes with a Song . No more shall true lovers such beauties adore , Were the gods so severe , men would worship no more . No more will I waite like a slave at your doore , I will spend the cold night at the windows no more ; My lungs in long sighs I 'le no more exhale , Since your pride is to make me grow sullen & pale ; No more shall Amintas your pitty implore , Were gods so ingrate men , would worship no more . No more shall your frowns & free humour perswade To worship the Idol my fancy hath made ; When your Saint's so neglected , your follies give 'ore Your deity's lost , and your beauty 's no more ; No more sh●ll true lovers such beauties adore , Were the gods so severe , men would worship no mo●● . How weak are the vowes of a lover in paine When flarter'd with hope , or opprest with disdain ; No sooner my Daphne's bright eyes I review , But all is forgot , and I vow all anew . No more fairest Nymph , I will murmur no more . Did the Gods seem so faire , men would ever adore . A Song . 1. COrinna ' false ! it cannot be , Let me not hear 't againe , 't is blasphemie , Shee 's divine , Not the Shrine Where the Vestall flames doe shine Holds out a light so constant pure as she ▪ First shall the nights Out-burne those Taper lights Which Emulate the one ey'd day ; Phaebus rayes Shall outgaze Titan in his chiefest praise ; Snow shall burne , Floods returne To their Springs , their funerall urne , E're my Corinna's constancy decay . 2. Not innocence it selfe is free From imputation ; and ' twe●e base in me , Where I find Love combin'd In a heart of one so kind , To injure vertue with Jealousie . Still do I strive To keep my joyes alive And vindicate Corinna's fame , Whilst my brest Doth suggest Thoughts which violate my rest , And my feares Flow in Teares Whilst they wound me through the eare 's Which cast aspersion on Corinna's name . 3. 'T is sayd , Corinna may it be As false as my affection 's true to thee , That thou art ! How my heart Greeves such terrors to impart ; Not what thou wast before to me . This , this , destroyes My late triumphant Joyes Which sweld , when in your armes I was intwin'd . Loves best wreath You did breath , You vowd to be my love till death Sealing this With that blisse , Whilst with armes , and every word a kiss Our pure soules were as our hearts combin'd . Last night I walkt into a grove ●Mong shady bowers to bewaile my love , There to find Fate so kind As to ease my pensive mind Or thoughts of my Corinna to remove . But there the Nightingale Had husht her pretty tale , Leaving her ditty 's to the Owle , Which made me sad And did adde Fewel to the flame I had : That poore I Now must die Unless Corinna's constancy Takes off this clogg which overwhelmes my soule . The Petticoate wagge , with the Answer . SOme say the world is full of holes , And I think Many a chinke Is unstopt , that were better clos'd , Is now unstopt that were better clos'd . To stop them all is more than to build Pauls ; Wherefore he That would see How men are in private dispos'd , How most men are in private dispos'd Then let him looke the world throughout From the oyster-wench to the black bagg , And peepe here , And peepe there , You 'l still find the petticoate wagge . The Answer . SOme say the world is full of pelse , But I think There 's no Chinke Because I have so little my selfe , Because I have now so little my selfe . Where pockets are full , there men will borrow , But one must Neve● trust 〈◊〉 to be pay'd to day or to morrow , 〈◊〉 to be pay'd to day or to morrow ▪ ● let him look the world throughout From the Usurer to his best friend , And ask here , And ask there , But the Devil a penny they 'l lend . An Invocation to Cupid ▪ A SONG . YOu powers that guard loves pleasant Thron● And guide our passions by your owne , 〈◊〉 downe , send down that golden dart 〈◊〉 makes two Lovers weare one heart . Sollicite Venus that her doves ●hich through their bills translate their loves , May teach my tender love and I To kisse into a Sympathy . Pray Cupid , if it be no sinne 'Gainst nature , for to make a twinne Of our two soules , that the others eyes May see death cozen'd when one dyes . If oh you Powers you can implore Thus much from Love , know from your store Two Amorous Turtles shall be freed VVhich yearly on your Altar bleed ▪ A beautifull and great Lady died in March , and was buried in April . MArch with his winds hath struck a Cedar tall , And weeping Aprill mournes the Cedars fall , And May intends her month no flowres shall bring Sith she must loose the flowre of all the Spring . Then March winds have caused Aprill showers , And yet sad May , must loose her flower of flowres . To● of Bedlam , and to that Tune . A mock to From a dark and dismal state . 1. FRom the hagg and hungry Goblin That into raggs would rend yee , All the Spirits that stan By the naked man In the book of moons defend yee , ●hat of your five sound Senses You never be forsaken , Nor Travel from Your selves with Tom Abroad to begg your Bacon . Chor : Nor never sing , any food any feeding , Money drink or clothing : Come dame or mayd Be not asfrayd , Poor Tom will injure nothing . 2. Of 30 bare yeares have I Twice twenty bin inraged , And of forty bin Three times fifteene In durance soundly caged . ●n the lovely lofts of Bedlam , on stubble soft & dainty Brave bracelets strong , Sweet whips ding dong And who some hunger plenty . Cho● . And now I sing , any food , any feeding &c. 3. With a thought I took for mawdlin , And a ●ruse of ●o●kle pottage And a thing thus — tall ( Skye blesse you all ) I fell into this do●age . I slept not since the conquest , 'Till then I never waked , 'Till the Roguish Boy Of Love where I lay Me found , and stript me naked . Chor : And made me sing , any food , &c. 4. When short I have shorne my Sowes face , And swigg'd my horned barrell , In an Oaken Inne , Doe I pawn my skin , As a suit of gi●● apparel . The Moon 's my constant Mistris , And the lovely Owle my morrow , The flaming drake , And the night-crow make Me musick to my sorrow . Chor : While there I sing any food &c. 5. The Palsy plague these pounces , When I prigg your piggs or pullen , Your Culvers take , Or matelesse make Your Chanticleare , and ●ullen ▪ When I want provant , with Humphry I su● , And when benighted , To repose in Paules , With walking soules , I never am affrighted . Chor : But still do I sing , any food &c. 6. I know more than Apollo , For oft when he lyes sleeping , I behold the Starrs At mortall warrs , And the wounded Welkin weeping ; The Moon embrace her shepheard , And the queen of Love her warriour , Whilst the first doth horne , The starre of the morne , And the next the heavenly Farrier . 7. The Gipsy Snap , and Tedro , Are none of Tom's Comrades , The Punke I scorne , And the Cutpurse sworne , And the roaring boyes bravadoes . The sober white , and gentle , Me trace , or touch , and spare not ; But those that cross Tom's Rhinoceros Do what the Panther dare not . Chor : Although I sing , any food &c. 8. Wich a heart of furious fancies , Whereof I am commander , VVith a burning speare , And a horse of Aire , To the wilderness I wander ; With a Knight of Ghosts and shaddowes , I summon'd am to Tourney , Ten leagues beyond The wide worlds end , Methinks it is no journey . Chor : All while I sing , Any food any feeding . Mony drink or clothing Come d●me or mayd Be not assrayd Poor Tom will injure nothing The Oakerman . To the Tune of Tom of Bedlam . 1. THe Starr that shines by day light , And his Love the midnight walker , VVell guard Red-Jack , VVith his Purple-pack Of right North●mbrian Auker , Cho : While here I sing , Any marke any marking , Marking red or yellow , Come , come , and buy , or say ye why , You deny so brave a fellow . 2. Full off a 10 dayes Journey Into the earth I venture , To shew bright day , Old Adams clay , From the Long benighted center , Chor : And then I sing , any mark &c. 3. From the Rugged I le of Orkney , VVhere the Redshanke walkes the Marish Not a Towne of Count To the Magog-mount , Not a Village Ham or parish , Chor : But then I sing any marke &c. 4. The Curtaild Curr and Mastiffe , With this Twig I charm from barking ; From Packhorse feete , And wells in street , I preserve your Babes with marking . Chor : While there I sing , Any marke &c. 5. The Blank denier , and Stiver , To Gold I turn with wearing And a six-penny pot , For a scarlet groat E●●ic fills me without swearing . Chor : While I do sing any mark &c. 6. Besides the Mort I marry'd , With whom I sometimes slumber , ' Tway loves have I , And one ligg by , So we are five in number , Chor : And we do sing any marke &c. 7. Not one of all my Doxyes , So fruitless is or sterril , But breeds young bones , And marking stones To your Poultreys further perril . Chor : When they shall sing any ma●ke &c. 8. Will you red-stones have to Tawny Your Lambskins or your weathers , Will ye Bole as good , For a flux of blood , As the fu●e of Capons feathers . Chor : Of these I sing any mark &c. 9. Will you Lead to Pounce your paintings , Any Peakish wherstones will ye , Will ye heavenly Blewes , Or C●ruse use , That scornes to wooe the Lilly. Chor : Of what I sing , any marke &c. 10. The Belgian does not scorne me , Nor I the Eth●opian , I am both one man , To the American , And the white and faire European . Chor : Although I sing any mark &c. 11. The fiery Mars his Minion , By the Twilight might me follow ; In a morning Scene , To the Mornings Queene , She might take me for Apollo . Cho : But that I sing , any mark &c. 12. But as disdain'd of fortune , Disdaine I shift and sharking , No loves but these , Do my fancy please , No delight , or life to marking . Chor : Wherefore I sing Any marking , Marking red or yellow , Come , come , and buy , Or say you why , You deny so brave a fellow . Old Soldiers . 1. OF old Soldiers the Song you would heare , And we old Fid●●rs have forgot who they were But all we remember shall come ●o your Eare , Chor : That we are Old Soldier● of the Queens , And the Queens Old Soldiers . 2. With an old Drake that was the next man , To old Franciscus ( who first it began ) To faile through the Streights of Magellan , Chor : Like an old Soldier &c. 3. That put the Proud Spanish Armado to wrack , And Travel'd all ore the old world , and came back In his old Ship , laden with Gold and old Sack , Chor : Like an old &c. 4. With an Old Candish that seconded him , And taught his old Sailes the same passage to swim , And did them therefore with Cloth of Gold Trim , Like an old &c. 5. With an old Rawleigh that twice and agen , Saild over most part of the Seas , and then Travel'd all ore the old World with his Pen , And an Old &c. With an old Iohn Norreys the Generall That at old Gaunt made his same Immortall , In s●ight of his foes with no losse at all , Like an old Soldier &c. 7. Like old Bres●-sort an Invincible thing , VVhen the old Queen sent him to help the French King , Took from the proud foe to the worlds wondring , As an old &c. Where an old stout Fryer as goes the story , Came to push a Pike with him in vain glory , But h● was almost sent to his own Purgatory By this old souldier &c. With an old Ned Norrey● that kept Ostend , A terrour to soe , and a refuge to freind , And left it Impregnable to his last end , Like an old Souldier &c. That in the old unfortunate voyage of all , Marcht ore the old Bridge , and knockt at the wall Of Lisbon the Mistris of Portugall , Like an old souldier &c. With an old Tom Norreys by the old Queen sent , Of Munster in Ireland Lord President , Where his dayes and his blood in her service he spent , Like an old souldier &c. With an old Harry Norreys in b●ttel wounded In his Knee , whose Legg was cut off ; and he sed You have spil'd my Dancing , and dyed in his bed . An old Souldier &c. With an old Will Norreys the oldest of all , Who went voluntary without any call , To 'th old Irish Wars to 's fame Immortall , Like an old Soldier &c. VVith an old Maximilian Norreys the last Of six old brothers , whose fame the time past Could never yet match , nor shall future time wast ▪ He was an old soldier &c. VVith an old Dick Wenman the first ( in his prime ) That over the wal●s of old Cales did climbe , And therefore was Knighted , and liv'd all his time . An old souldier &c. VVith an old Nando Wenman when Brest was ore-thrown ▪ Into th' Aire , into ●h ' Seas with Gunpowder blown , Yet bravely recovering , long after was known , An old souldier &c. VVith an old Tom Wenman , whose bravest delight VVas in a good cause for his Country to fight , And dyed in Ireland a good old Knight ▪ And an old souldier &c. VVith a yo●ng N●d Wenman so valiant and bold , In the w●●rs of Bohemia ; as with the old D●serves for his valour to be Inrold , An old &c. And thus of old Soldiers hear ye the same , But never so many of one house and name , And all of old Io●n Lord Williams of Thame , Chor : An Old Souldier of the Queens , And the Queens old Sold●er . A wo●rs Expostulation . 1. ALl day do I sit inventing , VVhile I live so single alone , VVhich way to Wed to my contenting , And yet can resolve upon none . There 's a wench whose wealth would inrich me , But she not delights me ; There 's anothers eyes do bewitch me , But her fashion frights me . He that herein Has a traveller bin And at length in his Longing sped . VVhat shall I doe , Tell me who I shall woe , For I long to be lustily wed . 2. Shall I with a VViddow marry ; No , no , she such watch will beare To spy how my selfe I doe carry . I shall always live in feare . Shall I to a mayd be a wooer , Maydens are lov'd of many , Knowing not to whom to be sure ▪ Are unsure to any . Marry with youth , There is love without truth , For the young cannot long be just , And Age if ● prove ; There is truth without Love , For the Old are too cold to Lust. The Resolution . 1. I Dye , when as I do not see Her , who is my life , and all to me ; And when I see her then I dye In seeing of her cruel●y , So that to me like m●sery is wrought , Both when I see , and when I see her no● . 2. Shall I in silence mourn and grieve ? VVho silent sorrowes will relieve ? In speaking not my heart will rend ▪ And speaking I ●●y her ●●●end . So that 'twixt Love and death my heart is shot With equall dar●s , speak I , or speak I not . 3. Since life and death is in her Eye , If her I not behold , I dye ; And if I look on her she kills , I 'le chuse the least of two such ills ; Though both be hard , this is the easier lot , To dye and see , than dye and see her not 4. Yet when I see her I shall speak ; For if I speak not , heart will break ; And if I speak I can but dye , Of two such ills the least I 'le trye ; Who dyes unseen or dumb is soon forgot , I 'le see and speak then , dye , or dye I not . Love , himselfe in Love 1. AS in May the little god of love Forsook his Mothers rosy rest To play , to wanton , and to rove His quiver where it pleas'd him best ▪ VVanting sport In idle sort An arrow where he could not tell From him glanced , So it chanced Love thereby in Love besell . 2. In sad Teares he to his mother pray'd ( to seek his shaft ) to lend him eyes , VVhich she grants : a bright and lovely Love taking up his dart espies ; But poore lad He better had Neer seen at all , then now too well , For being strook , VVith her faire look Love himselfe in love besell . 3. She too true a chastity embrac'd , And from Loves courtship , and his 〈◊〉 Nicely flew ; but when his houre was pass'd His sorrow with his sight was gone . VVith us swaines , She now remaines ; And every shepheards boy can tell , This is she That love did see VVho seeing her in love besell 4. Some thus wish , that Love had never shot , ( That thereof with him feel the woe ) Some dispute that Love a God is not , And think that beauty beares the bow , Since this mayd , VVithout his ayd , Doth her beholders all compell , Now to fall Into that thrall VVhere Love himself in Love befell . 5. Simple Swaines could wish their eyes were blind For in her speech and every grace , Are such chaines to captivate the mind , They love her that ne're saw her face . Liking lyes Not all in Eyes , No● Charmes in Cheeks do only dwell , Love had power , But for an houre , To see , and so in love besell . 6. Since in troope of many wretched men I her inchanting looks survay'd , Though I droop , I languish , yet agen , To see , and yet to see affrayd . But O why , With shame should I Consume for what I love so well ; First I 'le try Her love , and dye With fame , where love in love befell . The Matchlesse Maid . 1. AMidst the merry May , When wantons would a playing , A Girle as any gay That had no mind a Maying , By a cleare Fountain brim , Shedding teares , Shaming him , Sate , and said , are all they With their Mates gone to May , And on a Sun-shiny day Must I be cast away , O , to dye a Maid . 2. One hand she laid to calme Her brest that ever panted , And on her other palme Her dewy Cheek she planted , All a loft Covered ore With the soft silks she wore , And underneath a bed Of Lillyes had she spred Whereon she was , she sed Fully determined O to dye a Maid . 3. Is 't love , quoth she , or lot , Whose fault I am not mated ? Has Cupid me forgot , Will fortune have me hated ? O ill men Though ye be Fewer then Wretched we ; Must I needs be one , For whom there mate is none , None need her death bemone ( Than ) that was borne alone , O , to dye a Made 4. And so into a swound She fell ; and in a trembling Fell I , when as I found A maid ; & no dissembling : To her quick Did I stepp , Felt her thick Pulses leap , Brake her blew Belt in twaine , Into her cheeks againe , Kist that Vermilion stain , Nature did ne're ordaine . O to dye a Maid . 5. But like to him that wrought A face that him Inchanted , And life for it besought , Which Cytherea granted , Fared I ( fool ) that should Let her dye When she would . For with that soul she brought , Back from the shades she sought , Am I now deeply caught In love , that ever thought O to die a Maid . One and his Mistris a dying . 1. SHall we die , Both thou and I , And leave the world behind us ; Come I say And lets away , For no body here doth mind us . 2. Why do we gape , We cannot scape The doom that is assign'd us ; When we are in grave , Although we rave , There no body needs to bind us . 3. The Clark shall sing , The Sexton ring , And old wives they shall wind us The Priest shall lay Our bones in clay , And no body there shall find us . 4. Farewel wits , And folly's fits , And griefs that often pin'd us ; When we are dead , VVe 'l take no heed What no body says behind us . 5. Merry nights , And false delights Dieu , ye did but blind us ; VVe must to mold , Both young and old , Til no body's left behind us . A Dialogue between a man ( in Garrison ) and his wife ( with her company ) storming without . The Tune The Devils Dream . Man. HArk , hark , the Doggs do bark , My Wife is coming in With Rogues and Jades , And roaring blades , They make a devillish din. Woman . 2. Knock , knock , 't is twelve a clock , The Watch will come anon , And then shall wee All be free Of the Gate house every one . Man. 3. Hold , hold , who is that so bold That dares to force my doores , Here is no roome For such a scum Of arrant Rogues and Whores Woman . 4. See , See , this Cuckold he Denyes to let us in , Let 's force the house , Drink and carouse , And make him sit and spin . Man. 5. So , so , I 'me glad I know Your mind , I will provide A Bride-well Bunne For every one , And lodging there beside . Woman . 6. Run , Run , le ts all be gon , The Watch is coming by , They bid 'em stand , Away they ran As fast as they could hey . Man. 7. Watch , watch , I prethee catch Some of that flying crew , Here 's money for ye , They for it tarry , Mean while away they flew . A Late Poem by a Person of quality . VVHat dire Aspects wore the inraged skie At the curst moment of my birth : O why Did envious Fate prolong my loathsome age , Since all mankind , yea all the Gods ingage To bend their never-ceasing spight on me alone , Am I the center of their envy grown ? Am I the man On whom they all their venom'd weapons try Made for their sport , and mankinds mockery , Or was 't ye Gods that you did me create Only to make me thus unfortunate ? Or do I owe a being to some other powers VVho'l make me able to deride all yours ? If so , From these unknown Patrons I 'le obtaine A power to stay your deem'd eternall reigne , I 'le ravish Nature , from which rape shall come A Race , shall ruine your ill guarded throne ; Rocks , hills , and mountaines , wee 'l sling at the Skye ; Whole torne up Regions in Joves face shall fly . Wee 'l drai●e the Seas With hills of water , quench the angry starrs ; Nor will we put an end to these just wars , 'Till conquered Iove shall learne to obey , And I more powerfull shall his Scepter sway ; The heavens to their first source shall then returne , The Earth to her Autumnal being run : And stubborne mankind I will new create : On all I will impose new lawes of Fate . On Women . WOmen are call'd Eves , Because they came from Adams wife , Put to t●h , and they are Theeves , They rob men of a merry life ; Put ls to Eve , and then they 're Evils , Put d before evills , and then they are Devils : And thus our Eves are made theeves , & theeves are evils And angry Women are a thousand times worse than Devils . The Valentine . 1. AS youthfull day put on his best Attire to usher morne , And she to greet her glorious guest Did her faire selfe adorne ; Up did I rise , and hid mine eyes As I went through the street , Least I should one that I despise Before a fairer meet ; And why Was I , Think you so nice and fine , Well did I wot , Who wotts it not , It was St Valentine 2. In fields by Phaebus great with young Of Flower 's and hopefull budds , Resembling thoughts that freshly sprung In lovers lively bloods , A dam'sel faire and fine I saw , So faire and finely dight , As put my heart almost in aw To attempt a mate so bright : But O , Why so , Her purpose was like mine , And readily , She said as I , Good morrow Valentine . 3. A Faire of love we kept a while , She for each word I said Gave me two smiles , and for each smile I her two kisses pay'd . The Violet made hast to appear To be her bosome guest , With first Primrose that grew this year I purchast from her brest ; To me , gave she , her golden lo●k for mine ; My ring of Jet , For her Bracelet , I gave my Valentine . 4. Subscribed with a line of love , My name for her I wrote ; In silke forme her name she wove , VVhereto this was her mot — As shall this year thy truth appear I still my dear am thine : Your mate to day , and Love for aye , If you so say , was mine . VVhile thus , on us , each others favours shine , No more have we to change , quoth she , Now farewell Valentine . 5. Alas , said I , ●e● freinds not seeme Between themselves so strange , The Jewels both we dear'st esteeme You know are yet to change : She answers no , yet smiles as though Her tongue her thought denyes ; VVho truth of maidens mind will know , Must seek it in her Eyes . She blush● , I wisht , Her heart as free as mine , She sight and sware , Insooth you are Too wanton Valentine . 6. Yet I such further favour won By suit and pleasing play , She vow'd what now was left undone , Should finisht be in May. And though perplex'd with such delay ▪ As more augments desire , Twixt present griefe , and promis'd Joy ; I from my Mate re●ire ▪ If she To me Preserve her vowes divine And constant troth , She shall be both My Love and Valentine . On Thirsis and Phillis . YOung Thirsis the shepheard , that wont was to keep So delightfull slocks and faire , Sets eyes upon Phillis , and le ts go the Sheep To wander he knows not where . The cropping of Lillyes , Was as became Phillis , That seem'd with her brow to compare ; He tuning of Verses , Was as became Thirsis , That more did her beauty declare . 2. Why lik'st thou those flowers that are not like thee , Thou art far more fresh and gay , Or if thou lov'st Lillyes , why lov'st thou not me That am Love-sick and pale as they ? Thy bosome faire Phillis Yeilds lovlyer Lillyes Surpassing the sweetness of those , Whose beauty so pierces The poor heart of Thirsis That these more resemble his woes . 3. Art thou a Shepherdess , and yet too good For a Shepheard to be thy mate ? If wanton opinion , or purenesse of blood , Doth make thee disdaine thy estate , Let Thirsis pluck Lillyes , And feed flocks for Phillis For her love his duty to show , Whilst Phillis rehearses , The Poesies of Thirsis In his love her beauty to know . 4. If Goridons jealousie cannot admit Young Thirsis his rival to be , Thy heart is too young to be singular yet , And too old to be lov'd is he . Then try what the skill is Of young men faire Phillis Ere age thou dost simply retaine ; If any love pierces Thee deeper than Thirsis , Let Thirsis love Phillis in vaine , 5. Thus Thirsis went , on but Phillis more wise Conceales the delight she find , For women their likings have skill to disguise , But men cannot masque their minds . He mounts where the hill is , The proud hill where Phillis , Is wonted to rest with her sheep ; And with his ●lock Thirsis , So seldome converses , We think he with Phillis doth keep . A Song . 1. TO love thee without flattery were a sin , Since thou art all Inconstancy within , Thy heart is govern'd only by thine Eyes , ●he newest object is thy richest prize , Love me then just as I love thee , That 's 'till a fairer I can see . 2. I hate this constant doating on a Face , Content ne're dwells a week in any place ; Why then should you and I love one another Longer than we can our fancy smother ; Love me then just as I love thee , That 's 'till a fairer I can see ▪ A Song . 1. VVHen Thirsis did the splendid Eye Of Phillis his faire Mistris spye , Was ever such a glorious Queen Said he , unlesse above , t were seen . 2. Faire Phillis with a blushing aire , Hearing those words became more faire ; Away , says he , you need not take Fresh beauty , you more fair to make . 3. Then with a winning smile and looke , His candid flattery she took ; O stay , sayd he , 't is done I vow , Thirsis is captivated now . A catch for three Voices , made from a true Story . 1. A Knot of good fellowes were making moane , Their meeting was spoild , their pig was gon ▪ Whee , quoth a Frenchman to Ioan , its dark , Hark there , cryes Mounseir , Pig , wee l make him pork ; They caught him , & stuck him , wee ' wee ' , what you do To serve you like the mother of the meaz'ld sow ? Begar me no Bacon , you English dogge ; Weeh , weeh , you rask all Frenchman , wee 'l dresse you like a hogg ? They kept such a weehing that home came the Pigg , Which made them all dance , and drinke as long as they could swig , They cry the Mounseir pardon , & forth let him pass No more for a Pigge , but now for an Asse . A Catch of 3 Parts . 1. MY Mistriss will not be content to take a Jest , I mean a Jest as Chaucer meant : But following still the Womens fashion , Allowes it , allowes it , in the last translation ; For with the word shee 'l not dispence , And yet , and yet , and yet , I know she loves the sence . On Loyalty in the Cavaliers . 1. HE that is a cleare Cavalier Will not repine , Although his fortune grow So very low That he cannot get wine . Fortune is a Lass , She will embrace , And strait destroy ; Free-borne Loyaltie Will ever be , Sing Vive le Roy. Chorus . ●ertue is her own reward , and fortune is a Whore , There 's none but knaves and fools regard Her , or do her power implore . A reall honest man , Might a'bin utterly undone , To shew his Allegiance , His love and obedience ; Honour will raise him up , And still praise him up , Virtue stayes him up , Whilst your Loose Courtiers dine With their full Bowles of Wine , Honour will stick to it fast ; And he that fights for love , doth in the way of honour move ; He that is a true Roger , and hath serv'd his King , Although he be a ragged Souldier ; Whilst those that make sport of us , May become short of us , ●te will flatter e'm , and will scatter e'm , Whilst that Loyalty Waits on Royalty , He that waits peacefully , May be successfully Crown'd with Crowns at last . 2. Firmly let us then Be honest men , And kick at fate , We shall live to see Loyaltie , Valued at a high rate . He that bears a word Or a sword , Gainst the Throne , Or doth prophanely prate To wrong the State , Hath but little for his own . Chorus . What though the Plumes of painted Players . Be the prosperous men , Yet wee 'l attend our own affaires , When we come to 't agen . Treachery may be fac't with light , And leachery lin'd with furre , A Cuckold may be made a Knight , 'T is fortune de la gar ; But what is that to us boyes , That now are honest men ? Wee 'l conquer and come agen , Beat up the drum agen , Hey for Cavaliers , Joy for Cavaliers , Pray for Cavaliers , Dub a dub dub , Have at old Belzebub , Oliver stinks for fear . Fist-Monarchy must down-boyes And every Sect in Town , Wee 'l rally , and to 't agen , Give 'em the rout agen , When they come agen , Charge 'em home agen , Face to the right about , tantararara , This is the life of an honest poor Cavalier . The Irish footmans , O hone , 1. NOw Chree'st me save , Poor Irish Knave , O hone , O hone , Round about , The Town throughout , Is poor Shone gone , Mayster to find , Loving and kind , But Shone to his mind is ne're the neare , Shone can find none here , Which makes him cry for feare O hone , O hone , Shone being poore , Him 's foot being sore , For which hee 'l no more Trot about , To find mayster out , Fai● I 'le rather go without And cry O ●one . 2. I was so crost , That I was for●'● , To go barefoo● , With stripes to boot , And no shooes none Nill English could I speak , My mind for to break , And many laught to hear the moane I made , And I like a tyr'd Jade , That had no worke nor Trade But cry'd O hone . Cause Church to go , Whither I 'de or no , ●le dye or do so , Grace a Chreest ; ●or I love Popish Preest A poor Catholick thou seest , O hone , O hone . ● Good honest Shone , Make no more moane , For thy lost , ●do intend , Somthing to spend On Catholicks thus crost ; Take this small gift , And with i● make a shift , And be not thou berest ; Of thy mind ; Although he was unkind , ●o leave thee thus behind , To cry O hone . Here take this Beer , and with it make good cheere , ●othing's for thee too deare ; so a due , ●e constant still and true , This country do not true , Nor cry O hone , 4. Good Shentlemen , That do intend , To help poore Shone at 's need ; My Patron here , Has given me Beer , And meat where●n to feed , Yea and moneys too , So I hope that you Will do as he did do , For my reliefe , To ease my pain & griefe . I le eat no ●owder'd beef , What e're ensue . But I will keep my fast , As I did in times past , To get more stomack for my hungry throat , And 〈◊〉 for friends I sought , They call'd me all te're naught Song . I Went to the Tavern , and then , I went to the Tavern , and then , I had good store of VVine , And my cap full of coyne And the world went well with me then , then , And the world went well with me then . ● I went to the Tavern agen , Where I ran on the score And was turn'd out o' th' door , And the world went ill with me then , then , &c. ● When I was a Batchelor then I had a Saddle and a Horse , And I took my own course , And the world went well with me then , then , &c. 4. But when I was marry'd , O then My Horse and my Saddle VVere turn'd to a Cradle , And the world went ill with me then , then , &c. 5. VVhen I brought her home mony , then She never would pout , But clip me about , And the world went well with me then , then , &c. 6. But when I was drunk , O then , She 'd kick , she 'd fling , Till she made the house ring , And the world went ill with me then , then , &c. 7. So I turn'd her away , and then , I got me a Miss , To clip and to kiss , And the world went ill , &c. 8. But the Pariter came , and then I was call'd to the Court , VVhere I pay'd for my sport , And the world went ill &c. 9. I took my Wife home agen , But I chang'd her note , For I cut her throat , And the world went well with me then , &c. 10. But when it was known , O then , In a two-wheeld Charret , To Tiburn I was carry'd , And the world went ill , &c. 11. But when I came there , O then , They for●'t me to swing . To heaven in a string , And the world went well with me then , then . And the world went well with me then . The Moons Love. 1. THe Moon in her pride , Once glanced aside Her eyes , and espied The day , As unto his bed , In wastcoat of red , Faire Phoebus him led The way ; Such changes of thought , In her chastitie wrought . That thus she besought the boy , O tarry , And Marry The Starry Diana , That will be thy Jem , and Joy. 2. I will be as bright At noon as at night , If that may delight The day ; Come hither and joine Thy glories with mine , Together wee 'l shine For aye . The night shall be noon , And every moon As pleasant as june Or May ; O tarry and marry &c. 3. Enamour'd of none I live chast and alone , Though courted of one , Some say ; And true if it were ●o frivolous feare Let never my dear Dismay , I 'le change my opinion , And turne my old Minion , The Sleepy Endimion Away , O tarry and marry , &c. 4. And but that the night , Should have wanted her light Or lovers in sight Should play , Or Phoebus should shame To bestow such a dame ( VVith a dow'r of his flame ) On a Boy , Or day should appear , Eternally here , And night otherwhere , The day Had tarry'd , And marry'd , The starry'd Diana , And she been his Jem and Joy ▪ On Dulcina . 1. AS at noone Dulcina rested , In her sweet and shady bower , Came a shepheard and requested , In her lapp to sleep an houre ; But from her look , A wound he took So deep , that for a further boon , The Nimph he prayes , VVhere to she sayes , Foregoe me now , come to me soone . 2. But in vaine did she conjure him , To depart her presence so , Having a thousand tongues to allure him , And but one to bid him go . VVhere lipps invite , And eyes delight , And cheeks as fresh as rose in Iune , Perswade to stay , VVhat boots her say , Foregoe me now , come to me soon . Words whose hopes might have injoin'd Him to let Dulcina sleep , Could a mans love be confin'd , Or a mayd her promise keep ; But he her waste , Still holds as fast , As she was constant to her Tune And still she spake , For Cupid sake Foregoe me now , come to me 〈◊〉 4. He demands what time or pleasure . Can there be more soon than now ? She sayes Night gives love that leasure , That the Day doth not allow . The Suns kind sight , Forgives delight , Quoth he , more easily than the Moon . And Venus playes : he told , she sayes , Fore●oe me now , come to me soon . 5. But no promise nor prosession , From his hands could purchase scope ; Who would sell the sweet possession Of such beauty for a hope ? Or for the sight of lingring nigh● , Foregoe the present Joyes of Noon , Though ner'e so faire , her speeches were , Foregoe me now , come to me soon . 6. How at last agreed these lovers , He was ●aire , and she was young , Ton●●● ma● tell what eye discovers , Joy●●●●●seen are never sung . Did she consent , Or he relent , Accepts he night , or grants she noon , Left he her mayd , or not ? she said Foregoe me now , come to me soon . The Saylers Song . 1. The raging waves , and roaring wind ( My Mates ) I list no longer hide , A gentler passage now I find , And Saile upon a calmer tide Of Neptunes man , his mate I prove , And serve with him the master love . 2. My bosome now my Ocean is , Wherein my Amorous thoughts do steere , My hopefull heart in waves of blisse , Whereto her voice and smiling cleare . My wind and weather be : Her eyes Are both my Loadstar , and my Prize . 3. No saile , nor wind , nor Sun I need , Her favours pass the silken Saile , Her smiles the Sunshine day exceed , And her sweet voice the softest gale ? I take no height of starres above , Nor seek adventures , but her love . 4. And if her heart I compass can , VVhere I my hopes have Anchor'd all ; He that the ●leece of Cholchos wan , Made voyage poorer than I shall , By how much living Pearl's above Dead gold , and wealth is short of love . To Live and dye . 3. A Creature so strange , so wretched a one As I Can there be sound , For now alas I live , and anon I die , Feeling no wound ; When but a look of my love I gaine , O what a life it doth infuse ! But when I tast of her sharpe disaine , O how I dye , how can I chuse ? 2. Like as the Sun gives life to the flowers , VVhen May Painteth the field , So when she smiles , her eye like the powers , Of Joy Doth to me yeild , But as the Autumn's envious raine , Soon doth the summers pride confuse Dasht with the stormes of her Disdaine , So do I dye , how can I chuse . 3. Then 't is no wonder that here is a man , Can live Now , and now dye ; Since there 's a beauty that life and death can Both give Out of her Eye Ler her the wonder of time remaine , And that I live let no man muse , VVhile she me loves ; and if she disdaine , Must not I dye , how can I chuse ? 4. Has not her favour force to revive A heart Dying with paine ? And has her ●corne not power to deprive That part Of life againe ? Is there not life and death in her frame B●th at her powerfull will to use , Then at her powerfull will I am , Living or dead , how can I chuse ? The hunting of the Gods. 1. SOngs of Shepheards , and Rusticall Roundlayes , Form'd of san●yes , and whistled on reedes , 〈◊〉 ; to Solace young Nimphs upon holy dayes , Are too unworthy for wonderfull deeds . 〈◊〉 Ingenious ●r winged Cylenius His lofty Genius , May seem to declare , In verse better coyn'd , And voice more refin'd How States devin'd , Once hunted the Ha●e . ●●●rs Enam●●●'d wi●h Pastimes Olympi●all , 〈◊〉 and Planets that beautifull shone , Would no longer that earthly men only shall Swim in pleasure , and they but look on ; Round about horned Lucina they swarmed , And her informed How minded they were ; Each God and Goddesse , To take humane bodyes , As Lords and Ladies , To follow the Hare . 3 , Chast Diana applauded the Motion , And pale Proserpinae set in her place , Lights the Welkin , and governs the Ocean , While she conducted her Nephewes in chace , And by her Example , Her Father to trample The old and ample Earth , leave the aire , Neptune the Water , The Wine Liber Pater , And Mars the slaughter , To follow the Hare . 4. Light god Cupid was hor●●● upon Pegasus , Borrow'd of Muses with kisses and prayers , Strong Alcides upon cloudy Caucasus , Mounts a Centaure that proudly him beares . Postillian of the skye , Light heel'd Mercury , Makes his Courser fly Fleet as the aire , Yellow Apollo , The Kennel doth follow , And whoop and hollow After the hare Hymen ushers the Ladies ; Astreaa The Just , took hands with Minerva the bold ; Ceres the brown , with bright Cytherea ; With Thet is the wanton , Bellona the old ; Shamefac't Aurora , With subtil Pandora ; And May with Flora , Did company beare ; Iuwo was stated , Too high to be mated , But yet she hated Not hunting the hare . 6. Drown'd Narcissus , from his Metamorphosis Rais'd by Eccho , new manhood did take ; Snoring Somnus upstarted in Cineris , That this thousand year was not awake , To see club-footed Old Mulciber booted , And Paen promoted On Chirons Mare ; Proud Faunus pouted , And AEolus shouted , And Momus flouted , But follow'd the Hare . Deep Melompus , and cunning Ichnobates , ●●pe , and Tigre , and Harpy● the skyes Rent wit roaring , Whilst huntsman-like Hercules ●inds the plentifull horne to their cryes , Till with varieties , To solace their Pieties , The wary Deities Repos'd them where We shepheards were seated , And there we repeated , What we conceited Of their hunting the Hare . Young Amintas suppos'd the Gods came to breath ( After some battels ) themselves on the ground , ●●rsis thought the stars came to dwell here beneath , And that hereafter the earth would go round , Coridon aged , With Phillis ingaged , Was much inraged With jealous despaire ; But fury vaded , And h● was perswaded , When I thus applauded Their hunting the Hare . 9. Starr's but Shadows were , state were but sorrow Had they no Motion , nor that no delight ; Joyes are lovial , delight is the marrow Of life , and Action the Axle of might . Pleasure depends Upon no other friends , And yet freely lends To each vertue a share , Only as measures , The Jewell of pleasures , Of pleasure the treasures Of hunting the Hare . 10. Three broad Bowles to the Olympical Rector , His Troy borne Eagle he brings on his knee , Iove to Phoebus Carowses in Nector , And he to Hermes , and Hermes to me ; Wherewith infused , I pip'd and I mused , In songs unused This sport to declare ; And that the Rouse of Iove , Round as his Sphere may move , Health to all that love Hunting the Hare . The Reading Beauty . ● AS to these lines she lent a lovely look , Whereon not minding me she mused , ●er faire Aspect became my book , And I her eyes ( as they these lines ) perused ; ●ove songs she read , to learn what love should be , And faster than she read she taught it me . 2. For as no studyed rules like starrs above Can teach the knowledg of the skyes . To dive into the depth of love , There is no rule , no learning like her Eyes : Why stoops she then to things below her reach ? Why reads she love , that she her self can teach ? 3. Alas though we no other learning need In love , that may behold her face ; She seeing not her selfe must read , To see what we so much desire to embrace . O that her selfe she saw : but O why so ? She otherwise her self ●●o much doth know . 4. Some nicer lover would to see her muse Bare envy to that happy book Whereon she seems to doate , and use To grant her slander by but halse her locke : But such to me let her aspect be still ; If one eye wounds so sore , two eyes will kill . The more then Faire . 1. BE more kind than you are , Sweet love , or else lesse faire , So shall I feel lesse care , And you be no lesse rare . To wound the heart . Is beauties part ; But to restore The love-sick sore , Is to be more than saire 2. If possible it were Not to be what you ar● Be more kind , or lesse saire , Use lips , and eyes forbeare ; Your smiles are Lures , My eyes adore , But lipps implore : The kind are more than faire . The Beauteous are not faire , ●hose coyness breeds despaire ; 〈◊〉 those that freindly are , 〈◊〉 beauteous , though not faire , Since to be kind , A beauteous mind , Doth best explore ; Be kind therefore , And be far more than faire . No longer let my care ●nsume my love in aire , 〈◊〉 kindnesse to me bare , ●●at I may say and swear Os such as are But only faire , I knew before , The world had store . But you are more than faire Bright eyes and smiles to beare , 〈◊〉 but a common weare : 〈◊〉 you without compare , Will be as kind as faire , And make me then More blessed than men , As far as ore , Your sexes store , Your selfe are more than faire . Of Jonny and Jinny . 1. THe pretty sweet Iinny sate on a Hill , Where Ionny the swain her see ; He tun'd his quill , and sung to her still , Whoop Jinny come down to me . 2. Though Ionny the valley , and Iinny the Hill , Kept far above his degree ; He bore her good will , and sung to her still , Whoop Jinny come down to me . 3. But high was she seated , and so was she minded , His heart was humble as he ; Her pride had her blinded , his love had him bended , Whoop Jinny , &c. 4. The mountain is bare , and subject to aire , Here meddowes , here shaddowes be ; There burneth the Sun , here Rivers do run , Whoop Jinny &c. 5. All flowers do grace the vallyes greenface , The mountain hath none but thee ; Why wilt thou grow there , and all the rest here ? Whoop Jinny &c. 6. Narcissus his rose , Adonis here growes , That may thy examples be , Since they be came slaine , for pride and disdaine , Whoop Jinny &c. 7. There Jinny keeps sheep , here Ionny will keep Thy selfe and thy slock for thee ; If Ionny be worthy to keep thy slock for thee , Whoop Jinny &c. 8. But pretty sweet Iinny was lov'd of so many , That little delight had she To think upon Ionny , that thought her so bonny , Whoop Jinny &c. 9. Though Iinny thought ill of Ionny's good will , Yet Ionny to Iinny was free ; He followes quill , and he hollowes her still , Whoop Jinny come down to me . A Song . 1. O Love whose force and might No power ere withstood ; Thou forcest me to write , Come turne about Robbin hood . 2. Her Cresses that were wrought Most like the go●den sn●re , My loving heart has caught ; As Mos did catch the Mare . 3. Grant pitty , else I dye , Love so my heart bewitches , With griefe I 'le howle and cry , O how my elbow Itches . 4. Teares overflow my sight With Floods of daily weeping , That in the silent night I cannot rest for sleeping . 5. What is 't I would not do To purchase one sweet smile ; Bid me to China go , Faith I 'le sit still the while . 6. But since that all reliefe And comfort doth forsake me , I 'le kill my self with grief , Nay then the Devil take me . 7. Mark well my dolefull hap , Iove , Rector of the Thunder , Send down a fiery clap , And tear her smock asunder . The Rhodomontade , I Le tell you of a L●●t , With ● N●se live a Spout , Which some c●ll a s●out , And was so siout , That he had often sought , Full many about , With many asc●●● , And at 'em would sh●●● , Then put 'um to 〈◊〉 Nay beat ' 〈…〉 , Though in a greet 〈…〉 , At men he would ●ront , And at women 〈…〉 , His sood still was 〈◊〉 , Which bred him the gout He was a true trout To good Alc when he mout And did allways allow'● This yo● must not doubt I 've heard him to vow 't As he went in and out . And his Wife . HIs Wise's name was Grac● And had a good Face Yet had but little grace , Shee 'd kiss in any place , Nay , to gather a brace , Which some say is base , And some did her ch●c● Into a pittifull case , She lov'd Cloves and Mace He● father car'd the Mace For the Mayor in a place She still wears lace , And will keep on her pace When she 〈◊〉 a race For a very great space She fishes with a dace When she takes any place When she dances she 'l race She 'l not ba●e you an ace Of the truth of this she says . The Sonne Jack . Their sons name was Jack Who was very black And got many a knack And seldome did lack Vnlesse Milk cal'd la● At Card●s he would pack And was counted a qu●e● Nay , bin brought to the rack , For siring a 〈◊〉 Of corn , in a back Side , like a mad back Made 's bones to crack Nay sometimes to cack , Till they gav● him som sack Nay , they h●ld him ●ack And did him thwac● And never did slack Till he went to wrack , Yet with 's lips he would smack And 〈◊〉 is true of Jack . The Daughter Nel. Their daughters nams Nel Who poor thing did dwell Full long in a Cell And there t was she fell That one rang her knell Being sallen into Hell The devills to quell And there I do smell That sh● then did sell Her ware very well She made 'em to yell And likewise to swell So they writ on a Sh●ll A very great Spell At long as an ●ll That she bore 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 For abusing in h●ll She had no 〈◊〉 A'l this her self did tell , And all d●ne by Nell . A Song . Come hang up your care , and cast away sorrow ; Drink on , hee 's a so● that e're thinks of tomorrow : Good store of Terse-Claret s●upplyes every thing , For a man that is drunk is as great as a King ; Let no one with Crosses , or Losses repine , But take a full dose of the juice of the Wine . Diseases and troubles are nere to be found , But in the damp place where the glass goes not round . A SONG . The Tune , I 'le go no more to the New Exchange . NEver will I wed a Girle that 's coy , Nor one that is too free ; But she alone shall be my joy , That keeps a mean to me ; For if too Coy , then I must court For a kisse as well as any ; And if too free , I fear o' th' Sport I then may have too many . 2. Nelly a Girle was proud and coy , But what good got she by it ? VVhen they 'd a mind to kisse and toy , Then shee 'd be still unquiet ; For of the four or five she had , They all have left her now , Her impertinent tricks did make 'em madd And so t wou'd me , or you . 3. Nanny was a Lasse that was too free , And amorous withall ; Shee 'd ne're with any disagree , But ready at their call ; That some her freeness did impute Unto good nature in her , Others have said , without dispute Shee 'd prove a private sinner . 4. Then for a Girle , that 's not too free , Or Coy , but at my call ; Yet handsome I wou'd have her be , And oblieging unto all ; That I may never say I have wed A Girle that 's starcht with Pride , Or sool , or ugly , or ill bred , I 'de rather want a Bride . An Invitation to enjoyment . 1. COme , O come , I brook no stay , He doth not love that can delay ; See how the stealing night , Hath blotted out the light , And Tapers do supply the day . 3. See the first ' Tapers almost gone , Thy flame like that will strait be none And I as it expire , Not able to hold fire , She looseth time that lyes alone 4. O let us cherish then these powers , Whilst we may yet call them ours ; Then we best spend our time , When no dull zealous Chime , But sprightful kisses strike the houres . The Rurall Dance about the May-pole . The Tune , the first Figure dance at Mr. Young's Ball in May 1671. 1. COme lasses and ladds , Take leave of your Dadds , And away to the May-pole hey ; For every he Has got him a she With a Minstrill standing by ; For Willy has gotten his Iill , And Ionny has got his Ione , To jigg it , jigg it , jigg it , jigg it , Jigg it up and down . 2. Strike up sayes Wat , Agreed sayes Kate , And I prethee Fidler play , Content sayes Hodge , And so sayes Madge : For this is a Holliday . Then every man did put His Hat off to his Lasse , And every Girle did curchy . Curchy , curchy on the Grasse . 3. Begin sayes Hall , I , l , says Mall , Wee 'l lead up Packintons pound ; No no , says Noll , And so says Doll , Wee 'l first have Scllengers round ; Then every man began to foot it round about ; And every Girle did jet it , jet it , jet it in and out . 4. Y' are out , says Dick , 'T is a lye , says Nick , The Fidler playd it false ; 'T is true , says Hugh , And so says Sue , And so says nimble Alice ; The Fidler then began to play the Tune agen , And every Girle did trip it , trip it , trip it to the men . Le ts kiss , says Iane , Content , says Nan , And so says every she ; How many says Batt , Why three says Matt , For that 's a maidens fee ; Bu● they instead of three did give 'em halfe a score , And they inkindnesse , gave 'em , gave 'em , gave ' em , as many more . 6. Then after an hour They went to a bower And play'd for Ale and Cakes , And kisses too Untill they were due , The Lasses kept the stakes . The Girles did then begin to quarrel with the men , And bid 'em take their kisses back , and give 'em their own agen . 7. Yet there they sate , Until it was late , And tyr'd the Fidler quite , With singing and playing , Without any paying From morning untill night . They told the fidler then they 'd pay him for his play , And each a 2 pence , 2 pence , 2 pence gave him , and went away . The unconstant Lover . 〈◊〉 Tune , the second Figure dance at Mr. Young's Ball May 1671. NOw out upon this constant love , I never was unto 't inclin'd , ● hate within that Sphear to move , Where I to one must be confin'd . ● love to range about , and gaze , And often haunt the parke and playes , A purpose for a Mistress new , Then bid the old one quite adue . 2. For he 's for me , and only he That 's constant to unconst●ancie ; ● day or two I can approve , But after that farewell to love : ●or every thing 's to change inclin●d , As Women , and the Moon , and wind ▪ ●hen why not wee as well as they , Since they have shew'd us all the way . ● . For constancie in Love is thought To bring poor Lovers to their end ; ●hen constancy in Love is naught , When change brings every day a friend . The constant fool is whining still , But never can his fancy fill ; Whilst we can sing , and sport , and play , And change our pleasure every day . A mock to one that drank nothing but Water . The Tune , A lover I 'me born , and a Lover I 'le be . 1. FOr Bacchus I 'me born , and for Bacchus I 'le be And wish from good wine I may n●ver be free ; Let drinking abound , ' ●is wi●e makes the creature , It strengthens the braine , and helps decay'd nature ; For he that by ●●inking can turne the world round ▪ By Bac●hus and 〈◊〉 deserves to be crown'd . 2. With health after health let the glass keep the motion Till ● make our brains dance like a ship on the Ocean When our senses are pal'd , and our reason does fail A little sound sleep will supply a fresh gale . Then wi●h wi●e that is brisk , & a girle that is woon Wee 'l drink , &c wee 'l kiss , & wee 'l never have done . The Drinking Song on two Mistrisses ▪ the one furnish● th●● with wine , and ●'other with money . The Tune , The Gang. ● . COme boyes , leave off your toyes , And trole about the sack ; We know 't is good to chear the blood , And fortifie the back . ●Tis that will make you fat , And cherrish still the braine ; Nay studd the face with such a grace , Like Rubies dy'd in grain . 2. Drink about , 'till all be out The drawer will fill t agen , A ●Pox o' th' Watch , ne're shut the hat●h , The clock has struck but ten ; Then a glasse to th' Jovial lass● , That fill'd our pates with wine ; And here 's another to the tother , That furnish't us with Coine . 3. Come drink , we want no chink , Hark how my pockets sound , Away with 't then , com●●oo't agen , Begin another round ; Then Iack , this Glass of Sack Unto thy pretty Nell ; And here 's to thine , this bowle of wine , Dear Tom , thou lov'st so well . 4. Come says one , le ts all be gone , For our pates are throughly lin'd ; Y●● he was bang'd , nay some say hang'd , That left his drink behind ; Then all , began to call , Come drawer what 's to pay ? Each took the cup , and drank it up , And so they went away . A Song . 1. LEt Fortune and Phillis frown if they please , I 'le no more on their Deities call , Nor trouble the Fates , but give my self ease , And be happy in spight of 'em all ; I will have my Phillis , if I once go about her ; Or if I have not , I 'le live better without her . ● . If she prove vertuous , oblieging and kind , Perhaps I 'le vouchsafe for to love her ; But if Pride or Inconstancy in her I find , I 'de have her to know I 'me above her ; For at length I have learn't , now my fetters are gone , To love if I please , or to let it alone . A SONG . 1. AS I walkt in the woods one evening of late , A Lass was deploring her haplesse estate , In a la●guishing posture poor maid she appears , All swell'd with her sighs●and blub'd with her tears : She sigh'd and she sob'd , and I found it was all , For a little of that which Harry gave Doll . 2. At last she broke out , wretched she said , Will no youth come succour a languishing maid , With what he with ease and with pleasure may give , Without which alass poor I cannot live . Shall I never leave sighing and crying and all , For a little of that which Harry gave Doll . 3. At first when I saw a young man in the place , My colour wou'd fade , and then flush in my Face ; My breath wou'd grow short , and I shiver'd all o're , My brests never popt up and down so before ; I scarce knew for what ▪ but now find it was all , For a little of that which Harry gave Doll . A Song . O The sad Day When friends shall shake their heads , and say Of miserable me : Hark how he Groanes , Look how he pants for breath , See see how he struggles with the pangs of Death ; When they shall say of these dear Eyes , How hollow and how dim they be . Marke how his b●est doth swell and ●ise Against his potent enemy : When some old friend shall step to my beds side , And touch my chill face , & thence shall gently slide ; But when his next companions say , How does he do , what hopes ? shall turne away , Answering only with a lift up ▪ hand , Who who can his fate withstand ? Then shall a Gaspe or two do more Than e're my Rhetorick could before , Perswade the World to trouble me no more , no more , Perswade the world to trouble me no more . A Song . O Sorrow , Sorrow say where dost thou dwell ? In the lowest room of Hell : Art thou born of Humane race ? No , no , I have a furial face : Art thou of City , or Town , or Court ? I to every place resort . Why , O why , into the world was sorrow sent ? Men afflicted best repent . What dost thou seed on ? Broken sleep . What tak'st thou pleasure in ? to weep , To sob , to pine , to groane , To wring my hands , to sit alone . When , O when , shall sorrow quiet have ? Never , never , never , never , Never till she finds a grave , Never 'till she finds a grave , A Song . CHeare up my Mate's , the wind does fairly blow , Clap on more saile , and never spare ; Farewell all Lands , for now we are In the wide Sea of Drink , And marrily , merrily , merrily we go . Blesse me'tis ho● , another bowle of Wine , And we shall Cut the burning Line . Hey boyes she sends away , And by my head I know , We round the world are sailing now . What dulmen are those to tarry at home , When abroad they may wantonly roame , And gain such experience , and spie to Such countries and wonders as I do ? But prethee good Pilot take heed what you do , And fail not to touch at Peru ; With Gold there the vessel wee 'l store , And never never be poor , No never be poor any more . The foolish proud Lover . 1. NOr Love , nor Fate , can I accuse of hate , That my Clariada now is from me gone ; But I confesse , 't is my unworthiness That I in sorrow thus am left alone : I doated on her , and thought to 'a won her , But wo is me I still must think upon her , Which is the cause of all my smart ; She lookt so pretty , and talkt so witty , None that ere I saw in Town or in City Ere like her could thus surprize my heart . 2. Had I set my heart , to have lov'd her but in part , As only to enjoy her angels face , Her curious eye , or cheeks of rosie die , Or lip , or any one peculiar grace ; Butmy sad refusing one , must all be loosing , O that I had us'd discretion in my chusing , Then I might a liv'd , and not a dy'd : But like I●arus I by soaring up too high , With his waxen wings so ne●e the Sun to fly , Am justly punisht for my foolish pride . O you Powers Divine , I 'le offer at your shrine , If you will grant me this when I am gone ; That no punishment on her her may e're be sent , The fault was only mine , and mine alone : Also I do crave , this benefit to have , That this Motto may be fixt upon my grave ; Here 's lyes one by foolish pride was slaine , That who ere comes near may gently shed a tear On my Hearse , and say , O 't was severe , So small offence should breed such mic kle paine , On his Mistresse's Garden of Herbs . HEarts-case , an he●b that sometimes hath bin seen In my Loves garden plot to flourish green , Is dead and wit●er'd with a wind of woe , And bitter Rue in place thereof doth grow : The cause I find to be , because I did Neglect the Herb call'd Time , which now doth bid Me never hope , nor look once more againe To gaine Hearts-case , to ease my heart of paine ; One hope is this , in this my wosul case , My Rue , though bitter , may prove Herbe of grace . The Ita●i●n Pedlar . 1. MAids see what you lack Ere I open my pack , For here is that will please you ; Do you dreame in your beds , Or with your Maiden-heads Be you troubled , I will ease you . 2. Is there any one among These marry'd men strong , Has a head of his Wives making ? I have capps to be worne , that shall cover his ho●ne , And keep his brow fro●●aking . 3. Does any man mistrust , that his wife is unjust , Or that she loves to be ranging ? I have that in my box , which excee 's Italian locks , 'T will keep her Chast : that 's a strange thing . 4. Is there any woman here , has bin married a year , And not bin made a Mother ? I have that at my back , shall supply her of that lack , And I 'le use her sor't , like a Brother . 5. I have fine Gloves for you and your Loves , Bands , Handkerchers , and Laces ; And I've Knots and Roses , and many pretty posies ▪ And mask ▪ for your bad faces . 6. I have sine bodkins to , that I can furnish you , To keep your Coises from tearing ; And I have precious stones , ordained for the nonce , Will delight you in the wearing . 7. I have that wherewith if you well rub your Teeth , They will look like Alabafter ; And powder for your hair , that will make you look fair ▪ I wender you come no faster . Then come away , and do not stay , For hence I must I tell you ; or when that I am gone , you will hardly find one That such precious Ware can sell you . In pra●se of the Black-Iack . 1. BE your liquor small , or as thick as mudd , The cheating bottle cryes , good , good , good , Whereat the master begins to storme , 'Cause he said more than he could performe , And I wish that his heires may never want Sack , That first devis'd the bonny black Jack . 2. No Tankerd , Flaggon , Bottle nor Jugg Are halfe so good , or so well can hold Tugg , For when they are broke or full of cracks , Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks , And I wish that his , &c. 3. When the Bottle and Jack stands together , O fie on 't , The Bottle looks just like a dwarfe to a Gyant ; Then had we not reason Jacks to chuse , For this ' l make Boots , when the Bottle mends shooes , And I wish &c. 4. And as for the bottle you never can fill it Without a Tunnell , but you must spill it , 'T is as hard to get , in as 't is to get out : T is not so with a Jack , for it runs like a spout . 5. And when we have drank out all our store , The Jack goes for Barme to brew us some more ; And when our Stomacks with hunger have bled , Then it marches for more to make us some bread , And I wish &c. 6. I now will cease to speak of the Jack , But hope his assistance I never shall lack , And I hope that now every honest man , Instead of Jack will y'clip him Iohn , And I wish that his heirs may never want Sack , That first devis'd the bonny black Iack. A SONG . 1. CAElia I lov'd thee Though in vain you boast ; But since I have prov'd thee , I find my labour lost , Many may to love pretend ; But you will never find , Seek country o're , try any freind , One half so true , so kind ; 2. Farewell unkind one , Since you so designe , And see if ●ou can find one , Whose love can equal mine ; If by chance you meet a man , That m●y your fancy take , Be wise , be kind , do what you can , And love him for my sake ; Yet in your chiefest pleasure think How my poor heart doth ake . 3. Each hour sporting , Nothing can be more ; Each minute courting , Like one ne●e lov'd before . But should he forsake his nest , And being wellfeather d fly From you , to be anothers guest , You 'd sigh , and with me cry , I lov'd , and was not lov'd again . And so for love must die . The Jealous , but mistaken Girle . To the Scotch tune also . 1. PRethee tell me Phillis , Why so pensive now , I see that sadness still is Fixt upon thy brow ▪ And those charming eyes That were of late so bright , In sighs and tears , And other fears , Have almost lost their sight ; Let this suffice , I sympathize With thee both day and night . 2. Damon dost thou aske it , Thou art the cause of all , Therefore do not mask it , For thou hast wrought my fall ; For I gave thee a Ring Which thou hast Coelia gave , Our true-loves band , T was on her hand , Which Ring thy life did save ; But wo is me , Thy falsitie Has brought me to my grave . 3. Damon then began On Phillis for to smile , She call'd him perjur'd man , And should no more beguile , No my dearest Phill , I blame thy Jealousie ; Our true-loves band 〈◊〉 my hand Which thou didst give to me ; And Coridon Made Coelia one , By that which came from thee . 4. Long she sate ashamed , And hid her bashfull head ; Her jealousie she blamed , And said she was but dead , Unlesse that gentle Damon Pardon this offence , And let me rest Upon his brest , And there my suite commence ; I shall not doubt To sue it out Before I came from thence . ● . Then he did embrace her , And gave her kis●es store , And vow'd that he would place her Where none was ere before , That is , within his heart , Which none shou d e're remove ▪ In spite of fate Would be her mate , And constant be in love , And I say she As true to thee , As is the Turtle-Dove . The Faire but Cruel Girle . 1. THe Nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind , No lesse than a wonder by nature design'd ; She 's the grief of my heart , but joy of my eye , The cause of my flame , that never can dye . 2. Her Lips , from whence wit obligingly flowes , Has the colour of Cherryes , and smell of the Rose ; Love and Destiny both attends on her will , She saves with a smile , with a frown she can kill . 3. The desperate Lover can hope no red●esse , Where beauty and rigour , are both in excesse : In Coelia they meet , so unhappy am I ; Who sees her must love , who loves her must die . The Bathing Girles : To the common Galliard Tune . 1. IT was in Iune , and 't was on Barnaby Bright too , A time when the days are long , and nights are short , A ●rew of merry Girles , and that in the night too , Resolv●d to wash in a river , and there to sport ; And there ( poore things ) they then resolv●d to be merry too , And with them did bring good store of jun-ketting stuffe , As Bisket , and Cakes , and Suger , and Syder , and Perry too , Of each such a quantity , that was more than enough . 2. But mark what chanc●t unto this innocent crew then , Who thought themselves secure from any eare ; They knew 't was dark , that none cou d take a view then , And all did seem to be voyd of any feare ; Then every one uncas'd themselves , both smock & all And each expected first who should begin ; And that they might stay but an houre , they told the Clock and all : Then all in a Te-he-ing vaine did enter in . ● . But now comes out the Tale I meant to tell ye , For a Crew of Jovial Lads were there before , And finding there some viands for their belly , They eas'd em then poor hearts of all their store ; Then every Lad sate down upon the Grasse there , And whisper'd thanks to th' Girls for their good Cheare ▪ In which they drank a health to every Lass there , That then were washing & rinsing without any fear . 4. And when they had pleas'd ( and fill'd ) their bellies and pallats too , They back did come unto the foresaid place , And took away their Smocks , and both their Wallets too ▪ Which brought their good Bubb , and left them in pittifull case , For presently they all came out toth ' larder there , That it put 'em unto their shifts their Smocks to find ; I think , says one , my shift is a little farder there , I , I , sayes another , for yours did lye by mine . 5. At last , says one , the Divel a smock is here at all , The Devil , a bit of bread , or drop of drink , They 've took every morsel of our good cheare and all And nothing but Gowns and Petticoats left , as I think , At last , says one , if they 'd give us our Smocks agen , And likewise part of what we hither brought , We shall be much oblieg d , and think'em Gentlemen , And by this foolish example be better taught . 6. Although in the River they were as many as crickets there , 'Twixt laughing and fretting their state they did condole ; And then came one of the Lads from out of the thickets there And told 'em hee 'd bring 'em their smocks , and what was stole , They only with Petticoats on , like Jipsies were clad then , He brought 'em their Smocks , and what he had promis'd before . They fell to eat , and drink as if they 'd been mad there , And glad they were all , they 'd got so much of their store . 7. And when they all had made a good repast there , They put on their cloths , and all resolv'd to be gone ; Then out comes all the ladds in very great hast there , And every one to the other then was known ; The girles did then conjure the ladds that were there , To what had past their lipps shou●d still be seal●d , Nay more than that they made 'em all to swear there , To which they did , that nothing should be reveal d. 8. Then each at other did make a pass at kissing then , And round it went to every one level coile , But thinking that at home they might be missing then , And fear'd that they had stay'd too great a while ; Then hand in hand they alltogether marcht away , And every lad convey'd his Mistris home , Agen they kist , then every Lass her man did pray , That what had past , no more of that but Mum. The unparalel'd Lady : The Tune , 'Twixt Greece and Troy. 1. VVHen first I saw my Coeli'as face , O how my heart was Inflam'd with love ; I deem'd her of no humane race , But Angell-like drop't from above ; Her Star-like eyes with their Glim'ring glances Then shin'd so bright , Like the greatest Comet , when we look upon i● 'Till it takes away the sight . 2. Her Nose is like a Promontory , Which over-looks some pleasant place , Her Cheeks like Roses in their glory , And Teeth of Oriental race ; Her Corall lipps , like the Cherryes when They 're growing on the Tree ; But the greatest Bliss is , Thence to gather kisses , Wou'd the cropp belong'd to me . 3. And underneath her snow-white neck , There you may find an Ivory Plaine , On which two Christal mounts are set Tipt with a Ruby-fount in graine , This is the place , which formerly was Call'd the milky-way . O that I might tipple still At such a Nipple , And forever there might s●ay . 4. Her hands are of so pure a white , That with the Swan they dare to vie ; But when upon a Lu●e they light , Then you will hear such Harmony : But when her voice and that together Then play their parts , You 'd think the Spheres united , And thither had invited All , to Captivate their hearts . 5. Her feet were so Epitomiz'd , Like peeping-mice did still appear , That all the crew were then surpriz'd To see her dance a measure there ▪ She mov'd so well , you 'd think she had not Danc't then , but flown : I would spend a Talent , For to be her Gallant , And call her still mine own . The Politick Girle . The Tune The Duke of Mo●mouths Iigge . 1. MY dearest Katy , prethee be but constant now , And whatsoe're is pa●t , I shall forget I vow ; Do thou be kind , and give me but thy hand upon 't , And for my faith thou need'st not doubt or stand upon 't ; I 'le furnish thee with all the Cakes in season s●ill , And whatsoe're thou shalt desire in reason still ; Nay more than that , thy Annal due I 'le pay to thee , And in all moderate things will still give way to thee . 2. I must confess thy Pension came but flow of late , Which is the cause I think that thou didst change thy mate ; For when the Sinewy-part of love is took away , We know the strength thereof will lessen every day : But now thou know'st the Tide is turn'd my Bonny Kate , My fathers dead , and we shall want no mony Kate ; For he by Will has made me heire of all my dear , That we no more in debt I hope shall fa●l my dear . 3. Thou seest how plainly now I 've told my mind to thee , And also find'st that I will still be kind to thee ; What Remora then can stop the course of joining now Our hearts and hands , come Katy no repining now ; She told him then , do you forgive but my past faults , And I will likewise pardon all your by past faults ; He call'd her then his Mistriss and his goddess to , And then they join'd their hands & lip 's & body to . 4. Thus have you seen this jarring couple now agree , And all mistakes are now knit up in Amitie , She slighted all addresses he did make to her . Because she found his purse could never speak to her ; But when she saw the Ginny birds to fly agen , She then resolv'd the knot of love to ●ye agen , And so 't will last 'till all the birds are fled and gone , Then march her self , and give it out she 's dead and gone , The Amorous Girle . To the Tune of The crab of the wo●d . 1. THere 's none so pretty , As my sweet Betty , She bears away the Bell ; For sweetness and neatnesse , And all compleatness , All other Girles doth excell . 2. When ever we meet , Shee 'l lovingly greet Me still with a how dee' doe ; Well I thank you , quoth I , Then she will reply , So am I Sir the better for you 3. I askt her how , She told me , not now , For walls had cares and eyes ▪ Nay she bid me take heed , What ever I did , For 't is good to be merry and wise . 4. Then I took her by th' hand , Which she did not withstand , And I gave her a smirking kiss ; She gave me another Just like the tother ; Quoth I , what a comfort is this ? 5. This put me in heart To play o're my part That I had intended before ; But she bid me to hold , And not be too bold , Untill she had fastned the doore . 6. Then she went to the Hatch , To see that the Latch And cranies were all cocksure , And when she had done , She bid me come on , For now we were both secure . 7. And what we did there , I dare not declare , But think that silence is best ; And if you will know , Why I kist her , or so , But I 'le leave you to guess at the rest . The two vertuous Sisters : The Tune The Gun-steet . 1. MY Cozen Moll 's an arrant whore , And so is her sister Kate , They kickt their mother out o dore , And broke their Fathers pate ; And all because they crav'd a bit , I mean a bit alone Sir , For they with a bit would give 'em a knock , That 's a bit and a knock , or none Sir. 2. They 'r cleanly too , I needs must say , As any Girles i' th towne . They sweep the house a new found way , That 's once a quarter round ; So fine 't is kept , that when 't is swept , I speak ● in their defence Sir , ▪ T will yeild at a spur● , in dust and dirt . Come fourteen or fifteen pen●● 〈◊〉 . 3. So fine and neate they dresse the●● meat , I thought it alway●● best To let it alone , till all was gone , And then to eat the rest ; For he that puts a bit in his guts , And did but see the dressing , No Physick could e're give a vomit so cleare , Which I think is a notable blessing . 4. Some Whores are counted shifters to ▪ But they did hate 'em all , They shift their Smocks with much adoe But every Spring and Fall. They say 't is good to cleanse the blood , And think 'em worth the turning , And when they 're black upon their back , They call it inside mourning . 5. They will be drunk a little to , I mean but twice a day , They I swear and roare , and drink and spew , And then they down will lay ; And so they 'l sleep , ▪ till day gin peep , Then call for more by dozens , And to my freind there s now an end Of both my dirty Cozens . The beneficial wedding . The Tune , Phil : Porters dreame . ANd I have a mind to be marry'd , And so has you know who , Wee both too long have tarry'd , And therefore I mean to woe : Then I did give her a Buss , And she gave me a ring , And so we bust , and kist and bust , And kist like any thing . 2. Her Grandsire gave her a Cow , And her Grannam a Ewe and Lambe , She say'd shee l suckle it too , Untill it had left the dam ; Her Uncle gave her a hogge , Her Aunt a Teeming Sow , For Bacon and sowse , to keep the house , And make em puddings enow . 3. Her father gave her a Gowne , Her Mother a Petticote , Which was of a mingl d brown , The best that cou'd be bought , Her brother gave her a Cock , And her sister a breeding Hen , To tread and breed , and breed and tread . And tread , and breed agen . 3. Her Cozen took a Care , To give her a Rug was new , His wife did give her a paire Of Sheets and Blankets too ; But she had a speciall friend That was a young Upholster , You must not know the reason now , Did give her a Bed , and a Bolster . 4. A friend did give her a Wastcoat , And Hose , and Shooes , and Hat , Another did give her a la●'t Coat , But 't is no matter for that So long as 't is our own , No matter how it come , They keep her fine , and give her VVine ▪ But no more of that but Mum. 5. Another did take her a house , and pay d a Twelvemonths Ren● , And furnis●'d me and my spouse With what at the Wedding was spent ; Then we desir'd to know , What trade we both should drive ; They say'd good Ale wou'd neve● fail If ever we meant to thrive . 6. We both are ●itted now I think , With store of houshold stuff , And likewise cloths and meat and drink As much as is enough ; But if we chance to want , My Wife has store of freinds , Which I connive at , because they 'r private , And so our Wedding ends . A SONG . 1. GEt you gone , you will und● me , If you love me ●on't p●●●ue me , Let that inclination ●erish , Which I dare ●o longer ● errish , Be content y'av● won the 〈◊〉 , 'T were base to hurt me , now I yield . 2. With harmless thoughts I did begin , But in the crow'd love 〈…〉 I knew him not , 〈…〉 , So innocent , ●o full of play . Is ported thus with young desire , Chear'd with his light , freed from his fire . 3. But now his teeth and clawes are grown , Let me this fatal Lyon shun ; You found me harmless , leave me so , For were I not , you 'd leave me too ; But when you change remember still , 'T was my misfortune not my will. A SONG . Being an Answer to give o're foolish heart , or were the Gods so severe , and to t●at Tune . 1. HE 's a fool in his heart , that takes any care Of Womens vain words be they never so fair ; Though she sigh and pretends unto Love ne'r so long , Shee s double in heart , and betrays with her Tongue : They still are as false as they were heretofore , Their nature is such , they can ne'r give it o're . 2. They would by their craft's of which they have store , Inveigle mens hearts their looks to adore , And if they once find they cannot prevail , Overcharg'd with despight their faces grow pale ; There 's nothing that can their fancy please more , Than to see foolish men their feature adore . 3. They would by their frowns to observance perswade , The men they do fancy their slaves they have made , And to be sure they will Tyranize more , If a man do but once their pitty implore . Why then should we men frail Women adore , Since their pride is so great , and their pitty no more , 4. But sure all that Sex can ne'r prove so vain , To sport or delight in a true-lovers pain ; When a languishing eye in a Lover they view To their cruelty sure , they must needs bid adieu ; Where good humour I find , I there will adore , Say the world what it will , I will never give o're . A mock to the Song of Harry gave Doll , and to that Tune . 1. AS I walk t in the woods one Evening of late , A Girl was deploring her hapless estate ; ●he sigh'd and she sob'd ; Ah! wretched she said , Will no youth come sucker la anguishing Maid ? Shall I sigh and cry , and look pale and wan , And languish for ever for want of a man ? Shall I sigh and cry and look pale and wan , And languish &c. 2. Alas when I saw a young man in the place , My colour did fade , and then flusht in my face , My breath wou d grow short , and I shiver'd all o're , I thought 't was an Ague , but alas it was more : For e're since I have sigh'd , and do what I can , I find I must Languish for want of a man ; For e're since I have sigh'd ; and do what I can , I find I must , &c. 3. In bed all the night , I weep on my pillow , To see some Maids happy , whilst I wear the Willow , I revenge my self on the innocent sheet , Wherein I have oft made my teeth for to meet , But I fear 't is in vain ▪ let ●●e do what I can , I must languish for ever for want of ● man ; But in my dispair , I 'le dye if I can And languish no longer for want of a man. A Late Song . 1. HOw charming are those pleasant pains , Which the successful lover gains . O● how the Longing spirit flyes , On scorching sighs from dying eyes , Whose intermixing rayes impart , Loves welcome message from the heart ? 2. Then how the Active pulse growes warm To every s nse gives the allarm But oh the rashness , and the qualmes When Love unites the melting Palmes ! What extasies , what hopes and feares , What pretty talk , and Amorous tears ? 3. To these a thousand vows succeed , And then , O me , still we proceed , 'Till sense and souls are bath'd in bliss , Think dear Aminda think on this , And curse those hours we did not prove The ravishing delights of Love. A Theatre Song . I Must confess not many years ago . 'T was death when e're my Mistress answear●d no ; Then I was subject to her Female yoak , And stood or fell by every word she spoke ; But now I find the Intregues of love to be , Nought but the Follies of our infancy . 2. I can a Rich or handsome Lady Court , Either for my convenience or for sport ; But if the one be proud or the other Coy , I cannot break my sleep for such a Toy ; My heart is now for all assaults prepar d , And will not be commanded or insnar'd . The new Song in Charles the eighth set by Mr. Pelham Humphrey's . OH love if ere thou wilt ease a heart That ownes thy power Divine , And bleeds with thy too cruel dart , Take pitty now on mine ; Under thy Shades I fainting lye , A thousand times I wish'd to die ; But when I find cold death too nigh , I grieve to lose my pleasing pain And call my wishes back again . And thus as I sat all alone In the shady mirtle Grove ; And to each gentle sigh and moan Some neighbouring Eccho gave a groan , Came by the man I love ; O how I strove my greif to hide , I panted , blusht and almost dyed . And did each tatling Ecchoe chide , For fear some breath of moving air Should to his ears my sorrow bear . And Oh you powers , I dye to gain But one poor panting kiss , Glad yet I 'de be on racks of paine , Ere I 'de one thought or wish retain That honour thinks amiss : Thus are poor maids unkindly us'd , By love and nature both abus'd , Our tender hearts all ease refuse ; And when we burn with secret flame , Must bear our greifs , or dye with shame . On his Mistris that lov'd Hunting . 1. LEave Coelia , leave the woods to chase , 'T is not a sport , nor yet a place For one that has so sweet a face . 2. Nets in thy hand , Nets in thy brow , In every limb a snare , and thou Dost lavish them thou car'st not how . 3. Fond Girle these wild haunts are not best To hunt : nor is a Savage beast A fit prey for so sweet a breast . 4. O do but cast thine eyes behind , I 'le carry thee where then shalt find A tame heart of a better kind . 5. One that hath set soft snares for thee , Snares where if once thou fettered be , Thou ● never covet to be free . 6. The Dews of April , the VVinds of May That flowr's the Meads , and glads the Day , Are not more soft , more sweet than they . 7. And when thou chancest for to kill , Thou needst not fear no other ill Than Turtles suffer when they Bill . On a Scriv'ner . HEre to a period is a Scriv'ner come ; This is his last sheet , full point and total sum Of all aspersions , I excuse him not , 'T is plain , he liv'd not without many a blot ; Yet he no ill example shew'd to any , But rather gave good coppies unto many . He in good Letters allwayes had been bred , And hath writ more , then many men have read . He Rulers had at his command by law , Although he could not hang , yet he could draw . He did more , Bondmen make then any , A dash of 's pen alone did ruine many , That not without all reason we may call His letters great or little , Capitall ; Yet t is the Scrivner s fate as ●ure as Just , When he hath all done , then he falls to dust . On a Sexton . I many graves have made , yet injoy'd none , This which I ma e not , I possess'd alone ; Each corps withoug imbalming it did serve My life like precious balsome to preserve ; But death then kind was , now cruel found I have ; Robbing me of life , without my living grave ; And yet 't was kind still to , for in the grave Where once I labour had , now peace I have ; I made good use of time , and night and day Took care and heed , how th' hours go away , I still was ready for a grave , nor shall I grieve at what I most joy'd , a Funeral As I was wont , no not so prone as then , Out of the grave I shall arise agen . On a FART . I Sing the praises of a Fart , That I may doo 't by terms of Art ; I will invoke no deitie , But butter'd Pease and Furmetie ; And think their help sufficient To fit and furnish my intent ; When Virgils gnat , and Ovids flea , And Homers frog strove for the day ; There is no reason in my mind , Why a Fart should come behind , Since that we may it paralel , With any thing that doth excell ; Musi●k is but a Fart that s sent , From the guts of an Instrument ; The Scholler Farts , when he gains Learning with cracking of his Brains , And when he hath spent much pain and oyl , Thomas and others to reconcile , For to learn the distracting art . What doth he get by it ? not a Fart ; The thunder that does roar so loud Is but the Farting of a Cloud ; And if withall the wind do stirr up Rain , then 't is a Farting Sirrup ; The Soldier makes his foes to run , With bu● the farting of a Gun , That 's if he make the Bullets whistle , Else 't is no better then a sizle ; ●ine boats that by the times about , Are but Farts several Docks let out ; They are but Farts , the words we say , Words are but words , and so are they ; Farts are as good as Land , for both We hold in Tail , and let 'em both ; As soon as born they by and by Fart-like bu● only sing and dye ; Applause is but a Fart , the rude Blast of the whole multitude ; And what is working Ale I pray ; But Farting Barme , which makes a way Out at the bunghole , by farting noise , When we do hear it's sputtring voice ; And when new drank , and without hopps , It makes us fart , and seldom stops . I more of Farts would write I vow ; But for my gutts I cannot now , For now they wonderfully rumble , And my stomack begins to grumble , Which makes me think that Farts e're long Will at my nock there find a Tongue , And there sing out their own praises , In thundring and in choaking Phrases ; Where I leave them , and them to you , And so I bid you all adieu . What I have said take in good part , If not , I do not care a Fart . Silence the best Wooer . 1. WRong not dear Empress of my heart , The merits of true passion , With thinking that he feels no smart , That sues for no compassion . 2. Since that my thoughts serve not to prove The conquest of your Beauty , It comes not from defect of Love , But from excess of duty . 3. For think you that I sue to serve A Saint of such perfection As all desire , but none deserve A place in her affection . 4. I rather chuse to want relief , Than venture the relieving , VVhen glory recommends the grief , Despair distrust's th'atchieving . 5. Thus the desires that aim too high For any mortal lover , VVhen reason cannot make ▪ em dye , Discretion doth them cover . 6. Yet when discretion doth believe , The Plaints that they shall utter ; Then thy discretion may perceive , That Silence is a Sutor . 7. Silence in Love bewrayes more woe , Than words though nere so witty ; ●he begger that is dumb you know Deserveth double pitty . 8. Then mis-conceive not , dearest heart , My true though secret passion ; He smarteth most that hides his smart , And sues for no compassion . Beauty is not the guide to Affection . OF Beauty there 's no rule , neither can be , Since that I like , pleases not him , nor thee . One likes a dimpled Cheek , a double chin , One likes a sparkling Eye , and so agen ; One likes a lusty lass , to quench his fire , Another , might he have but his desire , Would reject all we have nam'd before , And nor double Chin , nor dimpled cheek adore , Neither would care for Sparkling Eye a bit , And reject Lustiness , but adore VVit ; One likes a Lady that is short , and small ; Another one perhaps that 's big and tall ; You like a Lady cause shee 's very free , I don't , for fear I should cornuted be ; One likes a VVoman , for such , and such a grace , One cares for nothing but a handsome face ; One loves to see flaxen locks hang down , Another man delights in lovely brown . Thus all men vary you do see , and now Where 's the good man I pray that kiss'd the Cow ? FINIS . A67336 ---- The maid's tragedy altered with some other pieces / by Edmund Waller, Esq. ; not before printed in the several editions of his poems. Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. 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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A67336) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 51730) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 829:35) The maid's tragedy altered with some other pieces / by Edmund Waller, Esq. ; not before printed in the several editions of his poems. Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. [4], 100 p. Printed for Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1690. Reproduction of original in Bodleian Library. "Poems upon several occasions" running title: p. 47-77. "Mr. Waller's speech to the House of Commons, April 22. 1640" p. 78-88. "Mr. Waller's speech July 6. 1641" p. 89-100. Errata: p. 100.
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THE MAID'S TRAGEDY ALTERED .

With some other PIECES .

By EDMUND WALLER , Esq

Not before Printed in the several Editions of his POEMS .

LONDON , Printed for Jacob Tonson , at the Judges Head in Chancery Lane , near Fleet-street . 1690.

MOST of the following Pieces , being unfinish'd , were never intended to be publish'd ; but that a Person , who had borrowed a Manuscript Copy of them , took upon him to print them . The Copy from which they were printed , was very Imperfect ; and there being noe means left to suppress them , it was thought fit to suffer them to be more correctly printed from the last and truest Copies .

THE MAIDS TRAGEDY , ALTER'D BY Mr. WALLER .

PROLOGUE . SCarce should we have the boldness to pretend So long renown'd a Tragedy to mend : Had not already some deserv'd your praise With like attempt . Of all our elder Plays , This and Philaster have the lowdest fame : Great are their Faults , and glorious is their Flame . In both our English Genius is exprest ; Lofty and bold , but negligently , drest . Above our Neighbours our Conceptions are : But faultless Writing is th' effect of Care. Our Lines reform'd , and not compos'd in haste ; Polisht like Marble , would like Marble last . But as the present , so the last Age writ ; In both we find like negligence and wit. Were we but less indulgent to our faults , And patience had to cultivate our thoughts : Our Muse would flourish , and a nobler rage Would honour this , than did the Graecian Stage . Thus says our Author , not content to see That Others write as carlesly as He. Tho he pretends not to make things compleat ; Yet to please You , he 'd have the Poets sweat . In this old Play , what 's new we have exprest In rhiming Verse , distinguish'd from the rest : That , as the Roan its hasty way does make , Not mingling Waters , thro Geneva's Lake : So having here the differeut stiles in view , You may compare the former with the new . If we less rudely shall the Knot unty , Soften the rigour of the Tragedy : And yet preserve each persons character : Then to the Other , This you may prefer . 'T is left to you : the Boxes and the Pit , Are soveraign Judges of this sort of Wit. In other things the knowing Artist may Judge better than the people : but a Play , Made for delight , and for no other use , If you approve it not , has no excuse .
Enter Evadne , with a Page of Honour . Evad. A Mintor lost , it were as vain a thing , As 't is prodigious , to destroy the King. Compell'd by Threats , to take that bloody Oath , And the Act ill , I am absolv'd by both . This Island left with pitty I 'll look down On the King's Love , and fierce Melantius's frown . These will to both my resolution bring : Page , give Melantius that , this to the King. Exit Page with the Letters Under how hard a fate are Women born ! Priz'd to their ruine , or expos'd to scorn ! If we want Beauty , we of Love despair ; And are besieg'd like Frontier Towns , if fair . The pow'r of Princes Armies overthrows : What can our Sex against such force oppose ? Love and Ambition have an equal share In their vast Treasures ; and it costs as dear To ruine us , as Nations to subdue : But we are faulty , tho all this be true . For Towns are starv'd , or batter'd e're they yield ; But We perswaded rather than compell'd : For things superfluous neglect our Fame , And weakly render up our selves to shame . Oh! that I had my Innocence again , My untoucht Honour : but I wish in vain . The Fleece , that has been by the Dyer stain'd , Never again its native whiteness gain'd . Th' unblemisht may pretend to virtue's Crown : 'T is Beauty now must perfect my renown . With that I govern'd him that Rules this Isle ; 'T is that which makes me tryumph in Spoile , The Wealth I bear from this exhausted Court , Which here my Bark stands ready to transport . In narrow Rhodes I 'll be no longer pent ; But act my part upon the Continent : Asiatick Kings shall see my Beauties Prize , My shining Jewels , and my brighter Eyes . Princes that fly , their Scepters left behind , Contempt or Pitty , where they travel , find : The Ensigns of our Power about we bear ; And every Land pays Tribute to the Fair. So shines the Sun , tho hence remov'd , as clear When his Beams warm th' Antipodes , as here . Exit . Enter Melantius , with a Letter in his hand . She 's gone to perish , if the Gods be just ; The Sea 's not vast enough to quench her Lust. The standing Regiments , the Fort , the Town , All but this wicked Sister is our own . Oh! that I could but have supriz'd the Wretch , E're she that Watry Element did reach . Twice false Evadne ; spightfully forsworn , That fatal Beast like this I would have torn . Tears the Paper with fury . But this design admits of no delay ; And our Revenge must sind some speedy way . I 'll sound Lucippus , he has always paid Respect to my deserts : could he be made To joyn with us , we might preserve the State ; And take revenge , without our Countrys fate . He loves his Brother ; but a present Crown Cannot but tempt a Prince so near the Throne . He 's full of Honour : tho he like it not , If once he swear , he 'll not reveal the Plot. Exit . Enters the King alone . King. Melantius false ! it cannot be : and yet , When I remember how I merit it , He is presented to my guilty mind Less to his Duty , than Revenge inclin'd . 'T is not my nature to suspect my friends , Or think they can have black malicious ends : 'T is doing wrong creates such doubts as these , Renders us jealous , and destroys our peace . Happy the Innocent , whose equal thoughts Are free from anguish , as they are from faults . Enter a Page with a Letter . Page . 'T is from Evadne , Sir. Exit . King. Why should she use Her Pen to me ? 't is some important news ! Reads the Letter . From aboard my Yacht . [ Strangely dated . ]

WHich is now bearing me away from the rage of my offended Brothers : I wish you were as safe from their Revenge . They aim at your Life , and made me swear to take it . They have got the Fort , and are assured of the Inclinations , both of the Soldiers and Citizens . My first Prayer is to the Gods , for your Preservation : my next to your Majesty , that if they return to their Duty , you would afford them your Grace .

'T is no fain'd tale Callianax has told ; The Great Melantius is as false as bold . The Crown we hazard , when at home we stay , And teach our forces others to obey . Conduct of Armies is a Princes Art : And when a Subject acts that Royal Part ; As he in Glory rises we grow less : While our Arms prosper , ruin'd by success . For in a Court what can so dreadful be , As one more glorious than our selves to see ! Enter Melantius and Lucippus . Such is the General : to Lucippus Ear , What 't is he trusts , I 'll step aside and hear .
Lucipp . How am I caught with an unwary Oath , Not to reveal the secret , which I loath ! To stain my Conscience with my Brother's blood , To be a King ! No , not to be a God. He that with patience can such Treason hear , Tho he consent not , has a Guilty Ear. Unto thy self pronounce the name of King ; That word will keep thee from so foul a thing . [ late , Mel. Sir , your fond care and kindness comes too To save your Brother , or prevent my hate : The People mutiny , the Fort is mine , And all the Soldiers to my will incline . Of his own Servants he has lost the Heart , And in the Court I have the nobler part . Unto your self pronounce the name of King ; That word will tell you 't is no trivial thing That you are offer'd : Do not storm and frown At my endeavours to preserve the Crown . Wear it your self ; occasion will not stay ; T is lost , unless you take it while you may . Tumult and ruine will o'rewhelm the State ; And you 'll be guilty of your Country's fate . Luc. aside . Some form'd design against the King is laid , Let 's try how far our reason may perswade . To him . The Crown you value so , my Brother bears Upon his Head , and with it all the cares ; While I enjoy th' advantage of his State , And all the Crown can give , except the weight . Long may he Reign , that is so far above All Vice , all Passion , but excess of Love. And can th' effects of Love appear so strange , That into Beasts our greatest Gods could change ? Mel. The deathless Gods , when they commit a Rape , Disguis'd a while , again resume their Shape : But Princes once turn'd into Beasts , remain For ever so ; and should , like Beasts be slain . Luc. Tho more in years , you have a Mistress still ; And for that fault would you your Soveraign kill ? Love is the frailty of Heroic minds ; And where great Vertues are , our pardon finds . Brutes may be Chast ; Pidgeons , Swans and Doves , Are more confin'd , than we are , in their Loves . Justice and Bounty , in a Prince , are things That Subjects make as happy as their Kings . Will you contract the guilt of Royal Blood ? And rob your Country of her chiefest good ? Mel. Of one , whose Lust his Family has stain'd , By whose good Conduct he securely reign'd . Luc. Of one , whose choice first made your Valour known , And with whose Armies you have got renown . 'T is all the gratitude Subjects can shew , To bear with Patience what their Princes do . Mel. Yet Brutus did not let proud Tarquin scape . Luc. The Prince his Son was guilty of a Rape . For Joys extorted with a violent hand , Revenge is just , and may with honour stand . But should a Prince , because he does comply With one , that 's fair and not unwilling , dye ? Or is it fit the people should be taught Your Sisters frailty , with my Brothers fault ? Mel. Let her be known unchast ; so it be said , That he that durst perswade her to 't is dead . Luc. The King has wrong'd you : Is it just that you Mischief to me and the whole Nation do ? Mel. Rather than not accomplish my Revenge , Just , or unjust , I would the World unhinge . Luc. Yet of all Vertues , Justice is the best : Valour , without it , is a common Pest. Pirates and Thieves , too oft with Courage grac'd , Shew us how ill that Vertue may be plac'd . 'T is our complexion makes us chast or brave ; Justice from Reason , and from Heav'n we have . All other Vertues dwell but in the blood , That in the Soul , and gives the name of good . Justice , the Queen of Vertues , you despise , And only rude and savage Valour prize . To your revenge you think the King and all That Sacred is , a Sacrifice should fall : The Town be ruin'd , and this Isle laid wast , Only because your Sister is not chast . Can you expect , that she should be so sage To rule her blood , and you not rule your rage ? Both foul distempers are ; but yours the worse , Less pleasure has , and brings the greater curse . Mel. In idle Rhodes Philsophers are bred , And you , young Prince , are in their Morals read . Nor is it hard for one that feels no wrong , For patient duty to employ his Tongue . Oppression makes men mad , and from their breast , All reason does , and sense of duty wrest . The Gods are safe , when under wrongs we groan , Only because we cannot reach their Throne . Shall Princes then , that are but Gods of clay , Think they may safely with our honour play ? Reward a Soldiers Merit with a stain To his whole Race , and yet securely Reign ? Farewel ! I know so brave a Prince will scorn To tell the secret , unto which he 's sworn . Luc. aside . I promis'd Secrecy , but did not say I would look tamely on . Melantius stay : You have my Promise , and my hasty word Restrains my Tongue , but tyes not up my Sword. Of other Vertues tho you are bereft By your wild rage , I know your Valour 's left . Swear not to touch my Brother , or with speed Behind the Castle-wall let 's meet . Mel. Agreed . Exit Lucip. Mel. His well-known Vertue , and his constant Love , To his bad Brother may the people move : I 'll take the occasion , which he gives , to bring Him to his Death , and then destroy the King. [ Ex. Mel. Enter the King as discovering himself . King. O! what an happiness it is to find A friend of our own blood , a Brother kind ! A Prince so good , so just , so void of fear , Is of more value than the Crown I wear . The Kingdom offer'd if he would engage , He has refus'd with a becoming rage . For such a Brother , to th' immortal God More thanks I owe , then for the Crown of Rhodes . Happy this Isle , with such a Hero blest ! What Vertue dwells not in his Loyal Breast ? Enter Strato . Str. Sir we are lost , Melantius has the Fort , And the Town rises to assault the Court : Where they will find the strongest part their own : If you 'll preserve your self , you must be gone . I have a Garden opens to the Sea , From whence I can your Majesty convey To some near friend . King. There with your Shallop stay . The Game 's not lost ; I have one Card to play . Suffer not Diphilus to leave the Court , But bid him presently to me resort . [ Exit Strato . Had not this Challenge stopt the impendent fate , We must have perisht with the ruin'd State. Forts , Soldiers , Citizens , of all berest , There 's nothing but our private Valour left : If he survive , I have not long to Reign ; But he that 's injur'd , should be fairly slain . The people for their Darling would repine ; If he should fall by any hand , but mine . Less wise than valiant , the vain man is gone To fight a Duel , when his work was done . Should I command my Guards to find him , where He meets my Brother , and destroy him there : All hope of Peace would be for ever lost ; And the wild Rabble would adore his Ghost . Dead , than alive , he would do greater harm , And the whole Island , to revenge him , arm . So popular , so mighty have I made This fighting man , while I liv'd in the Shade . But 't was a double fault , to raise him so ; And then dishonour on his house to throw . Ill govern'd passions in a Princes Breast , Hazard his private , and the publick rest . Slaves to our Passions we become , and then It grows impossible to govern Men. But Errors not to be recall'd , do find Their best redress from presence of the mind . Courage our greatest failings does supply , And makes all good , or handsomely we dye . Life is a thing of common use , by Heav'n As well to Insects as to Princes giv'n . But , for the Crown , 't is a more sacred thing : I 'll dying lose it , or I 'll live a King. Enter Diphilus . Come , Diphilus , we must together walk , And of a matter of importance talk . Diph. aside . What fate is this ! had he stay'd half an hour , The rising Town had freed me from his Power . Exeunt . Scene changes into a Field : Into which enter Lucippus and Melantius , with Swords drawin . Mel. Be yet advis'd , th' injurious King forsake ; Death , or a Scepter from Melantius take . Lucip. Be thou advis'd , thy black design forsake ; Death , or this Counsel from Lucippus take . Mel. Youth and vain confidence thy life betray : Thro Armies this has made Melantius way . Lucip. Drawn for your Prince that Sworn could wonders do ; The better Cause makes mine the sharper now . Thy brutal anger does the Gods defy ; King are their care : resume thy Loyalty : Or from thy guilty Head I 'll pluck the Bays , And all thy Triumphs shall become my praise . Mel. That shall be quickly try'd . Enter the King with Diphilus . King. With Sword in hand , Like a good Brother , by your Brother stand . Diph. Glad that your pleasure lies this noble way ; I never did more willingly obey . King. Thy Life , Melantius , I am come to take , Of which foul Treason does a forfeit make . To do Thee honour , I will shed that blood , Which the just Laws , if I were faultless , should . Mel. 'T is bravely urg'd , Sir ; but , their Guards away , Kings have but small advantage of the Law. King. Having infring'd the Law , I wave my right As King , and thus submit my self to fight . Why did not you your own fierce hand employ , As I do mine , and tell the reason why ? A Subject should be heard before he 's slain ? And does less right belong to us that Reign ? Mel. If , as unjust , I could have thought you brave , This way I chosen had Revenge to have . A way so noble ; that I must confess , Already I begin to hate you less . So unexpected and so brave a thing , Makes me rember that you are my King. And I could rather be contented , since He challeng'd first , to combat with that Prince . That so , a Brother for a Sister chang'd , We may be of your wanton Pride reveng'd . King. 'T was I that wrong'd you , you my Life have sought ; No Duel ever was more justly fought . We both have reason for our fatal wrath : Nor is it fit the World should hold us both . Lucippus to the King apart . Me for what nobler use can you reserve , Than thus the Crown from danger to preserve ? Members expose themselves , to save the Head : This way he shall be satisfy'd , or dead . Melantius to his Brother apart . Tho foul Injustice Majesty did stain , This noble carriage makes it bright again . When Kings with Courage act , sometthing divine That calls for Reverence , does about them shine . Diph. Were we born Princes , we could not expect , For an affront receiv'd , greater respect . They that with sharpest Injuries are stung , If fairly fought withal , forget the wrong . A thousand pitties , such a Royal pair Should run this hazard for a wanton fair . Mel. Let us sight so , as to avoid th' extream Either of fearing , or of killing them . Lucippus apart to his Brother . Sir , you should wield a Scepter , not a Sword ; Nor with your Weapon kill , but with your Word . The Gods by others execute their will. K. Yet Heav'n does oft with its own Thunder kill : And when Necessity and Right command , A Sword is Thunder in a Soveraign's hand . Let us dispatch , lest any find us here , Before we fight ; or they grow less severe . Here they all Fight . Lucippus to the King. Hold Sir , they only guard , and still give place To them . Fight us , as Enemies , or ask for Grace . Mel. I never thought I could expedient see , On this side death , to right our Family . The Royal Sword thus drawn , has cur'd a wound For which no other Salve could have been found . Your Brothers now in Arms our selves we boast , As satisfaction for a Sister lost . The blood of Kings expos'd , washes a stain Cleaner , than thousands of the Vulgar slain . You have our pardon , Sir ; and humbly now , As Subjects ought , we beg the same of you . Here they both kneel . Pardon our guilty Rage ; which here takes end , For a lost Sister , and a ruin'd Friend . Luc. Let your great heart a gracious motion feel : Is 't not enough , you see Melantius kneel ? I 'll be a pledge for both ; they shall be true As heretofore ; and you shall trust 'em too . His Loyal Arm shall still support the State , And you no more provoke so just an hate . King. Rise , brave Melantius , I thy pardon sign , With as much Joy , as I am proud of mine . Rise , Valiant Diphilus , I hope you 'll both Forget my fault , as I shall your just wrath . Diph. Valour reveal'd in Princes does redeem Their greatest faults , and crowns them with esteem , Use us with Honour , and we are your Slaves , To bleed for you , when least occasion craves . King. With Honour and with Trust this Land shall know , After my Brother , none so great as you . Enter the Kings Guards . Mel. If these approach us , Sir , by your command ; Take back your Pardon , on our guard we stand . The King steps between ' em . King. What over-diligence has brought you here ? Captain of the Guards . Such as you 'll pardon when the News you hear Amintor is retir'd , Aspasia gone ; And a strange humour does possess the Town . They arm apace , Sir , and aloud declare Things which we dare not whisper in your Ear. The Council met , your Guards to find you sent , And know your pleasure in this Exigent . This honour'd person you might justly fear , Were he not Loyal , and amongst us here . They say his merit 's ill return'd , and cry , With great Melantius they will live and dye . Mel. Sir , not your Pow'r , but Vertue made me bow ; For all he tells you , I did kneeling know . Tho now the faithful'st of your Subjects , we Have been the cause of all this Mutiny . Go comfort , Sir , Amintor , while we run To stop the rage of this revolting Town ; And let them know the happiness they have In such a Royal pair , so just , so brave . Lend me your Guards , that if perswasion fail , Force may against the Mutinous prevail . K. to the Guards . Go , and obey , with as exact a care , All his commands , as if our self were there . Aside . He that depends upon another , must Oblige his Honour with a boundless trust . Exeunt King and Lucippus . Mel. How frail is Man ! how quickly changed are Our wrath and fury to a Loyal care ! This drawn but now against my Soveraigns Breast , Before 't is sheath'd , shall give him peace and rest . Exeunt Brothers and Guards . The Scene changes into a Forest. Enter Aspasia . Asp. They say , wild Beasts inhabit here ; But Grief and Wrong secures my Fear . Compar'd to him that does refuse , A Tyger's kind , for he pursues . To be forsaken's worse than torn ; And Death a lesser ill than Scorn . No Forrest , Cave , or Savage Den Holds more pernicious Beasts than Men. Vows , Oaths , and Contracts they devise , And tell us , they are sacred Tyes : And so they are in our esteem ; But empty Names , despis'd by them . Women with study'd Arts they vex : Ye Gods destroy that impious Sex. And if there must be some to ' invoke Your Powers , and make your Altars smoke , Come down your selves , and in their place Get a more Just and Nobler Race : Such as the Old World did adorn , When Hero's like your selves were born . But this I wish not for Aspacia's sake ; For she no God would for Amintor take . The Heart , which is our Passions Seat , Whether we will or no do's beat : And yet we may suppress our Breath : This let 's us see that Life and Death Are in our Power ; but Love and Hate , Depend not on our Will , but Fate . My Love was Lawful , when 't was born ; Their Marriage makes it merit Scorn . Evadne's Husband 't is a Fault To Love , a blemish to my thought ; Yet twisted with my Life ; and I That cannot faultless live , will dye . Oh! that some hungry Beast would come , And make himself Aspasia's Tomb. If none accept me for a Prey , Death must be found some other way . In colder Regions Men compose Poyson with Art ; but here it grows . Not long since ; walking in the Field , My Nurse and I , we there beheld A goodly fruit ; which tempting me , I would have pluck'd ; but trembling she , Whoever eat those Berries , cry'd , In less than half an hour dy'd . Some God direct me to that Bough , On which those useful Berries grow ! Exit . Enter Amintor alone . Am. Repentance , which became Evadne so , Would no less handsome in Amintor show . She ask'd me pardon ; but Aspasia I , Injur'd alike , suffer to pine and dye . 'T is said , that she this dangerous Forrest haunts , And in sad accents utters her complaints . If over-taken , e're she perish , I Will gain her Pardon , or before her dye . Not every Lady does from Vertue fall ; Th' Injurious King does not possess them all . Well I deserv'd Evadne's scorn to prove , That to Ambition sacrific'd my Love. Fools that consult their Avarice or Pride ! To chuse a Wife , Love is our noblest Guide . Exit . Enter Aspasia alone , with a Bough full of fair Berries Asp. This happy Bough shall give relief , Not to my hunger , but my grief . The Birds know how to chuse their fare , To peck this fruit they all forbear . Those chearful Singers know not why They should make any haste to dye : And yet they Couple � Can they know What 't is to Love , and not know Sorrow too ? 'T is Man alone , that willing dyes ; Beasts are less Wretched , or less Wise. How Lovely these ill Berries shew ! And so did false Amintor too . Heav'n would ensnare us ! who can scape When fatal things have such a shape ? Nothing in vain the Gods create , This Bough was made to hasten fate . 'T was in compassion of our woe , That Nature first made Poysons grow ; For hopeless wretches , such as I , Kindly providing means to dye . As Mothers do their Children keep , So Nature feeds , and makes us sleep : The indispos'd she does invite To go to Bed before 't is night . Death always is to come , or past : If it be ill , it cannot last . Sure 't is a thing was never known ; For when that 's present , we are gone . 'T is an imaginary Line , Which does our being here confine . Dead we shall be , as when unborn ; And then I knew nor Love , nor Scorn . But say we are to live elsewhere , What has the Innocent to fear ? Can I be treated worse than here ? Justice from hence long since is gone , And reigns where I shall be anon . Enter Amintor . Am. 'T is she ; those fatal Berries shew The mischief she 's about to do . Women are govern'd by a stuborn fate : Their Love 's insuperable , as their hate . No Merit their Aversion can remove ; Nor ill requital can efface their Love. Asp. Like Slaves redeem'd , Death sets us free From Passion , and from Injury . The Living chain'd to Fortunes Wheel , In Triumph led , her changes feel : And Conquerors kept Poysons by , Prepar'd for her Inconstancy . Bays against Thunder might defend their Brow : But against Love and Fortune here 's the Bough . Here she puts some of the Berries to her mouth , Amintor , strikes the Berries out of her hand , and snatches the Bough . Am. Rash Maid , forbear ; and lay those Berries by , Or give them him that has deserv'd to dye . Asp. What double Cruelty is this ? Would you That made me wretched , keep me always so ? Evadne has you : let Aspasia have The common refuge of a quiet grave . If you have kindness left , there see me laid : To bury decently the injur'd Maid , Is all the favour that you can bestow , Or I receive � Pray render me my Bough . Am. No less than you , was your Amintor wrong'd : The false Evadne to the King belong'd . You had my promise , and my Bed is free ; I may be yours , if you can pardon me . Asp. Your Vows to her were in the Temple made ; The sacred Altar witness'd what you said . Am. The pow'rs above are to no place consin'd , But ev'ry where hear promises that bind . The Heav'n , the Air , Earth , and the boundless Sea , Make but one Temple for the Deity . That was a Witness to my former Vow : None can Amintor justly claim , but you . Who gives himself away the second time , Creates no title , but commits a Crime . Asp. I could have dy'd but once ; but this believ'd I may ( alas ! ) be more than once deceiv'd . Death was the Port , which I almost did gain , Shall I once more be tost into the Main ? By what new Gods , Amintor , will you swear ? Am. By the same Gods , that have been so severe ; By the same Gods , the justice of whose Wrath Punish'd the infraction of my former faith . May every Lady an Evadne prove , That shall divert me from Aspasia's Love. Asp. If ever you should prove unconstant now ; I shall remember where those Berries grow . Am. My Love was always constant ; but the King , Melantius's friendship , and that fatal thing Ambition , me on proud Evadne threw ; And made me cruel to my self , and you . But if you still distrust my faith , I vow Here in your presence I 'll devour the Bough . Asp. Snatching the Bough from him . Rash Man , forbear ! but for some unbelief , My Joy had been as fatal as my Grief : The sudden news of unexpected bliss , Would yet have made a Tragedy of this . Secure of my Amintor , still I fear Evadne's mighty friend , the King. Am. He 's here . Enter the King , and his Brother , to them . King , turning to his Brother . How shall I look upon that noble Youth , So full of Patience , Loyalty , and Truth ? The fair Aspasia I have injur'd too , The guilty author of their double woe . My passions gone , and reason in her Throne , Amaz'd I see the mischiefs I have done . After a Tempest , when the Winds are laid , The calm Sea wonders at the wrecks it made . Am. Men wrong'd by Kings impute it to their fate , And Royal kindness never comes too late : So when Heav'n frowns , we think our anger vain ; Joyful and thankful when it smiles again . Taking Aspasia by the hand . This knot you broke , be pleas'd again to bind , And we shall both forget you were unkind . King. May you be happy , and your sorrows past , Set off those Joys I wish may ever last . Giving the Letter . Read this Amintor . Am. Evadne fled ! Aspasia now You 'll have no more occasion for your Bough . Enter a Messenger . Mess. Melantius , Sir , has let the people know How just you are , and how he 's grac'd by you . The Town 's appeas'd , and all the air does ring With repetitions of Long live the King. Luc. Sir , let us to the Sacred Temple go , That you are safe our Joys and Thanks to shew . King. Of all we offer to the Pow'rs above , The sweetest Incense is fraternal Love. Like the rich Clouds that rise from melted Gums , It spreads it self , and the whole Isle perfumes . This sacred Union has preserv'd the State ; And from all Tempest shall secure our fate : Like a well twisted Cable , holding fast The anchor'd Vessel in the lowdest Blast .
EPILOGUE , Spoken by the King. THE fierce Melantius was content , you see , The King should live ; be not more fierce than he . Too long indulgent to so rude a Time ; When Love was held so capital a Crime , That a Crown'd Head could no compassion find ; But dy'd , because the Killer had been kind . Nor is 't less strange such mighty Wits as those Should use a Style in Tragedy , like Prose . Well sounding Verse , where Princes tread the Stage , Should speak their Vertue , or describe their rage . By the loud Trumpet , which our Courage aids , We learn that sound , as well as sense , perswades . And Verses are the potent charms we use , Heroic Thoughts and Vertue to infuse . When next we act this Tragedy again , Unless you like the Change , we shall be slain . The innocent Aspasia's Life or Death , Amintor's too , depends upon your breath . Excess of Love was heretofore the cause ; Now if we dye , 't is want of your applause .

MR. Waller in his first Thoughts of Altering this Play , pitcht upon a design of making Evadne go among the Vestals . But considering , that the Persons in this Play are suppos'd to be Heathens , who never admitted any but pure Virgins among their Vestals ; he changed his design . Nevertheless before he did so , he had writ the following Verses .

Evadne . A Vestalvow'd , with Pity I 'll look down On the King's Love , and fierce Melantius's frown . But here 's the Sacred place , where we may have Before we dye , an honourable Grave . The Dead , and they that live retired here , Obtain like Pardon from the most severe . Knocks at a Door . Enter Governess . Gov. The Great Evadne visiting our Cell ! Ev. 'T is not to visit you ; but here to dwell . Can you find room for one so bad as I , That humbly begs she may among you dye ? Gov. You that so early can correct your Thoughts , May hope for Pardon for your greatest faults . Happy is she that from the World retires , And carrys with her what the World admires . Thrice happy she , whose young thought fixt above , While she is Lovely does to Heaven make Love. I need not urge your Promise , e're you find An Entrance here , to leave the World behind . Ev. My guilty Love Devotion shall succeed ; Love such as mine was , tho' a dangerous Weed , Shews the rich Soile , on which it grew so high , May yield as fair a Crop of Piety . But of all Passions , I Ambition find Hardest to banish from a Glorious Mind . Yet Heav'n our Object made , Ambition may , As well as Love , be turn'd a Nobler way : Still I ascend ; it is a step above A Princes favour , to belong to Jove . They go in and the Door shuts . Enter Melantius with a Letter . Among the Vestals ! she 'll corrupt them all , And teach them from their Sacred Vow to fall .
POEMS
The Triple Combat . WHen thro the World fair Mazarine had run , Bright as her Fellow-Traveller , the Sun ; Hither at length the Roman Eagle flyes , As the last Triumph of her conqu'ring Eyes . As Heir to Julius , she may pretend A second time to make this Island bend . But Portsmouth , springing from the ancient race Of , Britains , which the Saxon here did chase , As they great Caesar did oppose , makes head , And does against this new Invader lead . That goodly Nymph , the taller of the two , Careless and fearless to the Field does go . Becoming blushes on the other wait , And her young look excuses want of height . Beauty gives Courage ; for she knows the day Must not be won the Amazonian way . Legions of Cupids to the Battel come , For little Britain these , and those for Rome . Drest to advantage , this Illustrious Pair Arriv'd , for Combat in the List appear . What may the fates design ! for never yet From distant Regions two such Beauties met : Venus had been an equal friend to both , And Victory to declare her self seems loth . Over the Camp with doubtful Wings she flys ; Till Chloris shining in the Field she spys . The lovely Chloris well attended came , A thousand graces waited on the Dame : Her matchless form made all the English glad , And foreign Beauties less assurance had . Yet , like the Three on Ida's Top , they all Pretend alike , contesting for the Ball. Which to determine Love himself declin'd , Lest the neglected should become less kind . Such killing looks ; so thick the Arrows fly ; That 't is unsafe to be a stander by . Poets approaching to describe the sight , Are by their Wounds instructed how to write . They with less hazard , might look on and draw The ruder Combats in Alsatia . And with that Foil of violence and rage Set off the splendour of our Golden Age : Where Love gives Law , Beauty the Scepter sways ; And uncompell'd , the happy World obeys .
Prologue for the Lady Actors . AMaze us not with that Majestick Frown : But lay aside the greatness of your Crown . And for that Look , which does your people awe , When in your Throne and Robes you give 'em Law ; Lay it by here , and use a gentler smile ; Such as we see great Joves in Picture , while He listens to Apollo's charming Lyre , Or judges of the Songs he does inspire . Comedians on the Stage shew all their skill , And after do as Love and Fortune will. We are less careful , hid in this disguise ; In our own Clothes more serious , and more wise . Modest at home , upon the Stage more bold , We seem warm Lovers , tho' our Breasts be cold . A fault committed here deserves no scorn , If we act well the parts to which we 're born .
To Mr. Killegrew , upon his altering his Play Pandora , from a Tragedy into a Comedy , because not approv'd on the Stage . SIR , you should rather teach our Age the way Of judging well , than thus have chang'd your Play. You had oblig'd us by employing Wit , Not to Reform Pandora , but the Pit. For as the Nightingale , without the Throng Of other Birds , alone attends her Song : While the lowd Daw , his Throat displaying , draws The whole assembly of his Fellow-Daws . So must the Writer , whose productions should Take with the Vulgar , be of vulgar mould : Whilst nobler Fancies make a flight too high For common view , and lessen as they fly .
On the Statue of King Charles the First , at Charing-Cross . THat the First Charles does here in Triumph ride , See his Son Reign where he a Martyr dy'd ; And People pay that Reverence , as they pass , Which then he wanted , to the Sacred Brass : Is not the effect of Gratitude alone ; To which we owe the Statue and the Stone . But Heav'n this lasting Monument has wrought , That Mortals may Eternally be taught ; Rebellion , though successful , is but vain ; And Kings so kil'd rise Conquerors again . This Truth the Royal Image does Proclaim , Loud as the Trumpet of surviving Fame .
On the D. of Monmouth's Expedition into Scotland , in the Summer Solstice , 1678. SWift as Joves Messenger , the Winged God , With Sword as Potent as his Charming Rod , He flew to Execute the Kings Command , And in a moment reach'd that Northern Land ; Where Day contending with approaching Night , Assists the Heroe with continu'd Light. On Foes surpriz'd , and by no Night conceal'd , He might have rush'd , but noble Pity held His Hand a while , and to their choice gave ' space , Which they would prove , his Valour , or his Grace . This not well heard , his Cannon louder spoke , And then , like Lightning , thro that Cloud he broke ; His Fame , his Conduct , and that Martial Look , The guilty Scotch with such a Terror strook ; That to his Courage they resign the Field , Who to his Bounty had refus'd to yield . Glad that so little Loyal Blood it cost , He grieves so many Britains should be lost ; Taking more Pains , when he beheld them yield , To save the Flyers , than to win the Field : And at the Court his Interest does employ , That none , who scap'd his fatal Sword , should dye . And now these rash bold Men their Error find , Not trusting one beyond his Promise kind ; One whose great Mind , so bountiful and brave , Had learnt the Art to Conquer , and to Save . In Vulgar Breasts no Royal Vertues dwell , Such deeds as these his high Extraction tell ; And give a secret Joy to him that Reigns , To see his Blood Triumph in Monmouth's Veins : To see a Leader , whom he got and chose , Firm to his Friends , and fatal to his Foes . But seeing Envy , like the Sun , does beat With scorching Rays , on all that 's high and great : This , ill requited Monmouth , is the Bough The Muses send to shade thy Conqu'ring Brow. Lampoons , like Squibs , may make a present blaze ; But Time and Thunder pay respect to Bays , Achilles Arms dazle our present view , Kept by the Muse as radiant , and as new , As from the Forge of Vulcan first they came ; Thousands of years are past , and they the same : Such care she takes , to pay desert with Fame : Then which no Monarch , for his Crowns defence Knows how to give a Nobler Recompence .
Of an Elegy made by Mrs. Wharton on the Earl of Rochester . THus mourn the Muses ; on the Herse , Not strowing Tears , but lasting Verse : Which so preserve the Hero's Name ; They make him live again in Fame . Chloris in Lines so like his own , Gives him so just and high Renown : That she th' afflicted World relieves ; And shews , that still in her he lives . Her Wit as graceful , great and good ; Ally'd in Genious , as in Blood. His loss supply'd , now all our fears Are , that the Nymph should melt in Tears . Then fairest Chloris , comfort take , For his , your own , and our sake ; Least his fair Soul , that lives in you , Should from the World for ever go .
Reflection on these Words , Pride was not made for Man. NOT the brave Macedonian Youth alone , But base Caligula , when on the Throne , Boundless in Pow'r , would make himself a God ; As if the World depended on his Nod. The Syrian King to Beasts was headlong thrown , E're to himself he could be mortal known . [ Line , The meanest Wretch , if Heav'n should give him Would never stop , till he were thought Divine . All might within discern the Serpents Pride , If from our selves our selves did nothing hide . Let the proud Peacock his gay Feathers spread , And wooe the Female to his painted Bed. Let Winds and Seas together rage and swell , This Nature teaches , and becomes 'em well . Pride was not made for Man : a conscious sense Of Guilt , and Folly , and their consequence Destroys the claim ; and to beholders tells , Here nothing , but the shape of manhood , dwells .
Translated out of French. FAde Flowers , fade , Nature will have it so ; 'T is but what we must in our Autumn do : And as your Leaves lye quiet on the Ground , The loss alone by those that lov'd them found ; So in the Grave shall we as quiet lye , Mist by some few , that lov'd our Company . But some , so like to Thorns and Nettles , live ; That none for them , can , when they perish , grieve .
Some Verses of an Imperfect Copy , design'd for a Friend on his Translation of Ovid's Fasti. ROme's Holy-days you tell , as if a Guest With the old Romans you were wont to feast . Numa's Religion by themselves believ'd , Excells the true , only in shew receiv'd . They made the Nations round about 'em bow , With their Dictators taken from the Plough : Such Pow'r has Justice , Faith and Honesty ; The World was conquer'd by Morality . Seeming Devotion does but guld a Knave , That 's neither Faithful , Honest , Just , nor Brave : But where Religion does with Vertue joyn , It makes a Hero , like an Angel shine .
Of the late Invasion and Defeat of the Turks , &c. THe modern Nimrod , with a safe delight Persuing Beasts , that save themselves by flight , Grown proud , and weary of his wonted Game , Would Christians chase , and Sacrifice to fame . A Prince with Eunuchs and the softer Sex Shut up so long , would Warlike Nations vex ; Provoke the German , and neglecting Heaven , Forget the Truce for which his Oath was given . His Grand Visier presuming to invest , The chief Imperial City of the West ; With the first Charge compell'd in hast to rise , His Treasure , Tents , and Cannon left a Prise : The Standard lost , and Janisaries slain , Render the hopes he gave his Master , vain . The flying Turks , that bring the tidings home , Renew the Memory of his Fathers Doom ; And his Guard Murmurs , that so often brings Down from the Throne their unsuccessful Kings . The trembling Sultan's forc't to expiate , His own ill Conduct by another's Fate : The Grand Visier , a Tyrant tho' a Slave , A fair Example to his Master gave ; He Bassa's Heads , to save his own made fly , And now , the Sultan to preserve must dye . The fatal Bow-string was not in his thought , When breaking Truce , he so unjustly fought ; Made the World tremble with a numerous Hoast , And of undoubted Victory did boast . Strangled he lyes ! yet seems to cry aloud To warn the Mighty , and instruct the Proud ; That of the Great neglecting to be Just , Heav'n in a Moment makes an heap of Dust. The Turks so low ; why should the Christians loose Such an advantage of their Barbarous Foes ? Neglect their present Ruin to compleat , Before another Solyman they get ? Too late they would with shame , repenting , dread That numerous Heard by such a Lyon lead . He , Rhodes and Buda from the Christians tore , Which timely Union might again restore . But sparing Turks , as if with Rage possest , The Christians perish by themselves opprest : Cities and Provinces so dearly won , That the Victorious People are undone . What Angel shall descend to reconcile The Christian States , and end their Guilty Toyl ? A Prince more fit from Heav'n we cannot ask , Than Britain's King for such a Glorious task : His dreadful Navy , and his lovely Mind , Gives him the Fear and Favour of Mankind . His Warrant does the Christian Faith defend ; On that relying all their Quarrels end . The Peace is sign'd , and Britain does obtain , What Rome had sought from her fierce Sons in vain . In Battels won Fortune a part doth claim , And Soldiers have their Portion in the Fame : In this successful Union we find Only the Tryumph of a worthy Mind : 'T is all accomplisht by his Royal Word , Without unsheathing the destructive Sword ; Without a Tax upon his Subjects laid , Their Peace disturb'd , their Plenty or their Trade . And what can they to such a Prince deny , With whose Desires the Greatest Kings comply ? The Arts of Peace are not to him unknown , This happy way he marcht into the Throne ; And we owe more to Heav'n than to the Sword , The wisht return of so benign a Lord. Charles by Old Greece , with a new Freedom grac'd Above her Antique Heroes shall be plac'd . What Theseus did , or Theban Hercules Holds no compare with this Victorious Peace ; Which on the Turks shall greater Honour gain , Then all their Giants and their Monsters slain . Those are bold Tales , in fabulous Ages told ; This Glorious Act the Living do behold .
A Panegyrick , &c. to O. Cromwell . WHile with a strong , and yet a gentle hand , You bridle Faction , & our Hearts command ; Protect us from our selves , and from our Foe , Make us Unite , and make us Conquer too : Let partial Spirits still aloud complain , Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Reign ; And own no Liberty , but when they may Without Controul upon their Fellows prey . Above the Waves as Neptune show'd his Face , To chide the winds , and save the Trojan Race : So has your Highness , rais'd above the rest , Storms of Ambition tossing us , represt . Your Drooping Country , torn with Civil Hate , Restor'd by you , is made a Glorious State : The Seat of Empire ; where the Irish come , And the unwilling Scot , to fetch their doom . The Sea 's our own ; and now all Nations greet , With bending Sails , each Vessel of our Fleet : Your Power extends as far as Winds can blow , Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go . Heaven , that has plac'd this Island to give Law , To Ballance Europe , and her States to awe : In this Conjunction does on Britain smile ; The greatest Leader , and the greatest Isle . Whether this Portion of the World were rent By the Rude Ocean from the Continent ; Or thus Created : sure it was design'd To be the Sacred Refuge of Mankind . Hither the Oppressed shall henceforth resort Justice to crave , and Succour at your Court : And then your Highness , not for ours alone , But for the Worlds Protector shall be known . Fame , swifter than your winged Navy , flies Through every Land , that near the Ocean lies , Sounding your Name , and telling dreadful News , To all that Piracy and Rapine use . With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest , Might hope to raise her Head above the rest : What may be thought impossible to do , For us embraced by the Sea and you ? Lords of the Worlds great waste , the Ocean , we Whole Forrests send to reign upon the Sea : And every Coast may trouble or relieve ; But none can visit us without your leave . Angels and we have this Prerogative , That none can at our Happy Seat arrive : While we descend , at Pleasure to invade The Bad with Vengeance , and the Good to aid . Our little World , the Image of the Great , Like that amidst the Ambient Ocean set , Of her own growth hath all that Nature craves ; And all that 's rare , as Tribute from the Waves . As Egypt does not on the Clouds rely , But to her Nile owes more than to the Sky : So whatsoe're our Earth and Heav'n denies , Our ever constant Friend the Sea supplies . The taste of hot Arabia's Spice we know , Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow . Without that heat , in Persian Silk we shine ; And without Planting , drink of every Vine . To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs ; Gold , tho the heaviest Mettal , hither swims . Ours is the Harvest , where the Indians mow ; We plow the Deep , and reap what others sow . Things of the noblest kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men , and Warlike are our Steeds . Rome , tho her Eagle thro'tho World had flown , Could never make this Island all her own : Here the Third Edward , and the Black Prince too ; France Conquering , Henry flourisht , and now you ; For whom we stay'd , as did the Grecian State , Till Alexander came to urge their Fate . When for more Worlds the Macedonian cry'd , He wist not Thetis in her Lap did hide Another yet , a World reserv'd for you , To make more great than that he did subdue . He safely might old Troops to Battel lead , Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede ; Whose hasty flight did from a bloodless Field , More Spoil than Honour to the Victor yield . A Race unconquer'd , by their Clime made bold , The Caledonians Arm'd with want and cold , Have by a fate indulgent to your Fame , Been from all Ages kept for you to tame . Whom the old Roman Wall so ill confin'd , With a new Chain of Garrisons you bind : Here foreign Gold no more shall make them come ; Our English Iron holds them fast at home . They that henceforth must be content to know No warmer Region than their Hills of Snow ; May blame the Sun , but must extol your Grace , Which in our Senate hath allow'd them place : Preferr'd by Conquest , happily o'rethrown , Falling they Rise , to be with us made one . So kind Dictators made , when they came home , Their vanquisht Foes Free Citizens of Rome . Like favour find the Irish , with like fate , Advanced to be a Portion of our State. Whilst by your Valour , and obliging Mind , Nations divided by the Sea are joyn'd . Holland to gain our friendship is content To be our Out-gard on the Continent : She from her fellow Provinces would go , Rather than hazard to have you her Foe . In our late fight , when Cannons did diffuse ( Preventing Posts ) the Terror and the News ; Our Neighbours then did Tremble at the roar : But our Conjunction makes them tremble more . Your never failing Sword made War to cease ; And now you heal us with the Arts of Peace : Our minds with Bounty , and with Awe Engage ; Invite Affection , and restrain our Rage . Less Pleasure take brave Minds in Battels won , Than in restoring such as are undone : Tygers have Courage , and the Rugged Bear ; But Man alone can when he Conquers , spare . To Pardon willing , and to punish loth : You strike with one Hand , but you heal with both : Lifting up all that Prostrate lye , you grieve You cannot make the Dead again to Live. When Fate or Error had our Rage misled , And o're these Nations such Confusion spread : The only Cure , which could from Heav'n come down , Was so much Power and Clemency in One : One whose Extraction from a Noble Line , Gives Hopes again that Well-born Men may shine ; The meanest in your Nature , Mild and Good ; The Noblest Rest secured in your Blood. Much have we wonder'd , how you hid in Peace , A Mind proportion'd to such things as these : How such a Ruling Spirit you could restrain ; And Practice first over your self to Reign . Your Private Life did a Just Pattern give , How Fathers , Husbands , Pious Men should live . Born to Command , your Princely Vertue slept , Like Humble David , whilst the Flock he kept : But when your troubled Country call'd you forth ; Your flaming Courage and your matchless worth , Dazzling the Eyes of all that did pretend , To fierce Contention gave a Prosperous end . Still as you rise , the State exalted too , Finds no Distemper , while 't is chang'd by you ; Chang'd like the Worlds great Scene , when with-out noise The Rising Sun Night's Vulgar Lights destroys . Had you some Ages past this Race of Glory Run , with amazement we should read the Story : But living Vertue ( all Atchievements past ) Meets Envy still , to grapple with at last . This Caesar found , and that ungrateful Age , Which losing him , fell back to Blood and Rage . Mistaken Brutus thought to break the Yoke ; But cut the Bond of Union with that stroke . That Sun once Set , a thousand meaner Stars Gave a Dim light to Violence and Wars : To such a Tempest as now threatens all , Did not your Mighty Arm prevent the fall . If Rome's great Senate could not weild the sword , Which of the Conquer'd World had made them Lord ; What hope had ours , while yet their Power was new , To Rule Victorious Armies , but by you ? You , that had taught them to subdue their Foes , Could order , teach , and their high Spirits compose : To every Duty could their Minds engage ; Provoke their Courage , and command their Rage . So when a Lyon shakes his dreadful Main , And angry grows ; if he that first took pain , To tame his Youth , approach the haughty Beast ; He bends to him , but frights away the rest . Then let the Muses , with such Notes as these , Instruct us what belongs unto our Peace . Your Battels they hereafter shall Endite , And draw the Image of our Mars in Fight ; Tell of Towns Storm'd , of Armies over-run , And Mighty Kingdoms by your Conquest won : How while you thundred , Clouds of dust did choak Contending Troops , and Seas lay hid in Smoke . Illustrious Acts high Raptures do Infuse ; And ev'ry Conqueror creates a Muse. Here in low strains your milder Deeds we Sing : But then ( my Lord ) we 'll Bays and Olive bring , To crown your Head ; while you in Triumph ride O're Nations Conquer'd , and the Sea beside : While all the Neighbour Princes unto you , Like Josephs Sheaves , pay Reverence and bow .
Upon the Death of O. C. WE must resign ; Heav'n his great Soul does claim In Storms as loud as his Immortal Fame : His dying Groans , his last breath shakes our Isle ; And Trees uncut fall for his Funeral Pile . About his Palace their broad Roots are tost Into the Air : So Romulus was lost . New Rome in such a Tempest mist her King ; And from obeying , fell to Worshipping . On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead , With ruin'd Oaks and Pines about him spread . Those his last Fury from the Mountain rent : Our dying Hero from the Continent , Ravish'd whole Towns ; and Forts from Spaniards reft , As his last Legacy to Britain left . The Ocean , which so long our hopes confind , Could give no limits to his vaster mind : Our bounds enlargement was his latest toil ; Nor hath he left us Prisoners to our Isle . Under the Tropick is our Language spoke , And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our Yoke . From Civil Broils , he did us disingage ; Found Nobler Objects for our Martial Rage : And with wise Conduct , to his Country show'd , Their ancient way of Conquering abroad . Ungrateful then ! if we no Tears allow To him , that gave us Peace and Empire too . Princes that fear'd him , grieve , concern'd to see No pitch of Glory from the Grave is free . Nature her self , took notice of his Death ; And sighing , swell'd the Sea with such a breath : That to remotest Shores her Billows rowl'd Th' approaching Fate of their great Ruler told .
Mr. WALLER's Speech to the House of Commons , April 22. 1640. Mr. Speaker ,

I Will use no Preface , as they do who prepare Men for some thing in which they have a particular Interest : I will only propose what I conceive fit for the House to consider : and shall be no more concerned in the Event , than they that shall hear me .

Two things I observe in his Majesties Demands .

First , The Supply .

Secondly , Our speedy dispatch thereof .

Touching the First : His Majesties Occasions for Money are but too evident . For , to say nothing , how we are neglected abroad , and distracted at home ; the Calling of this Parliament , and our Sitting here ( an Effect which no light Cause could in these times have produced ) is enough to make any reasonable Man believe , That the Exchequ�r abounds not so much in Money , as the State does in Occasions to use it . And I hope we shall all appear willing to disprove those who have thought to disswade his Majesty from this way of Parliaments , as uncertain ; and to let Him see , it is as ready , and more safe for the Advancement of His Affairs , than any New , or pretended Old , way whatsoever .

For the speedy Dispatch required , which was the Second thing , not only his Majesty , but Res Ipsa loquitur ; the occasion seems to importune no less : Necessity is come upon us like an Armed Man.

Yet the use of Parliaments heretofore ( as appears by the Writs that call us hither ) was to advise with His Majesty of things concerning the Church and Commonwealth . And it hath ever been the Custom of Parliaments , by good and wholsom Laws to refresh the Commonwealth in general ; yea and to descend into the Remedies of particular Grievances ; before any mention made of a Supply . Look back upon the best Parliaments , and still you shall find , That the last Acts are for the free Gifts of Subsidies on the Peoples part , and General Pardons on the Kings part . Even the wisest Kings have first acquainted their Parliaments with their Designs , and the Reasons thereof ; and then demanded the Assistance , both of their Council and Purses . But Physicians , though they be called of the latest , must not stomach it , or talk what might have been , but apply themselves roundly to the Cure. Let us not stand too nicely upon Circumstances , nor too rigidly postpone the matter of Supply , to the healing of our lighter Wounds . Let us do , what possibly may be done with reason and Honesty on our parts , to comply with His Majesties Desires , and to prevent the imminent Ills which threaten us .

But consider ( Mr. Speaker ) that they who think themselves already undone , can never apprehend themselves in Danger : and they that have nothing left , can never give freely . Nor shall we ever discharge the Trust of those that sent us hither , or make them believe that they contribute to their own Defence and Safety ; unless his Majesty be pleased , first to restore them to the Propriety of their Goods and Lawful Liberties , whereof they esteem themselves now out of Possession . One need not tell you , That the Propriety of Goods is the Mother of Courage , and the Nurse of Industry , makes us valiant in War , and Good-husbands in Peace . The Experience I have of former Parliaments , and my present Observation of the care the Country has had to choose Persons of Worth and Courage , makes me think this House like the Spartans , whose forward Valour required some softer Musick to allay and quiet their Spirits , too much moved with the found of Martial Instruments . 'T is not the fear of Imprisonment , or , if need be , of Death it self , that can keep a true-hearted English Man from the care to leave this part of his Inheritance as entire to Posterity , as he received it from his Ancestors .

This therefore let us first do , and the more speedily , that we may come to the matter of Supply ; let us give new Force to the many Laws , which have been heretofore made for the maintaining of our Rights and Priviledges , and endeavour to restore this Nation to the Fundamental and Vital Liberties , the Propriety of our Goods , and the Freedom of our Persons : No way doubting , but we shall find His Majesty as gracious and ready , as any of his Royal Progenitors have been , to grant our just Desires therein . For not only the People do think , but the Wisest do know , That what we have suffered in this long Vacancy of Parliaments , we have suffered from his Ministers . That the Person of no King was ever better beloved of his People ; and that no People were ever more unsatisfied with the Ways of levying Moneys , are Two Truths which may serve one to demonstrate the other : For such is their Aversion to the present Courses , That neither the admiration they have of his Majesties native Inclination to Justice and Clemency , nor the pretended Consent of the Judges , could make them willingly submit themselves to this late Tax of Ship-Money . And such is their natural Love and just Esteem of his Majesty's Goodness , That no late Pressure could provoke them , nor any Example invite them to Disloyalty or Disobedience .

But what is it then , that hath bred this misunderstanding betwixt the King and his People ? How is it , that having so good a King , we have so much to complain of ? Why , we are told of the Son of Solomon , that he was a Prince of a tender Heart ; and yet we see , by the Advice of violent Counsellers how rough an Answer he gave to his People . That his Finger should be as heavy as his Fathers Loins , was not his own , but the Voice of some Persons about him , that wanted the Gravity and Moderation requisite for the Counsellors of a young King. I love not to press Allegories too far : but the Resemblance of Job's Story with ours holds so well , that I cannot but observe it to you . It pleased God to give his Enemy leave to afflict him more than once or twice , and to take all he had from him ; and yet he was not provoked to rebell , so much as with his Tongue : though he had no very good Example of one that lay very near him , and felt not half that which he suffered . I hope his Majesty will imitate God in the benigner part too ; and as he was severe to Job only while he discoursed with another concerning him ; but when he vouchsafed to speak himself to him , began to rebuke those , who had mistaken and mis-judged his Case , and to restore the patient Man to his former Prosperity : So now , that his Majesty hath admitted us to His Presence , and spoken Face to Face with us ; I doubt not , but we shall see fairer Days , and be as Rich in the Possession of our own as ever we were .

I wonder at those that seem to doubt the Success of this Parliament , or that the Misunderstanding between the King and his People should last any longer , now they are so happily met . His Majesties Wants are not so great , but that we may find means to supply him : Nor our Desires so unreasonable , or so incompatible with Government , but that His Majesty may well satisfie them . For our late Experience , I hope , will teach us what Rocks to shun ; and how necessary the use of Moderation is . And for His Majesty , he has had Experiencé enough , how that prospers , which is gotten without the concurrent Good Will of his People : Never more Money taken from the Subject ; never more want in the Exchequer . If we look upon what has been paid ; it is more then ever the People of England were wont to pay in such a time : if we look upon what has been effected therewith � it shews , as if never King had been worse supplyed . So that we seem to have endeavoured the filling of a Sieve with Water . Whosoever gave Advice for these courses , has made good the saying of the Wise Man , Qui conturbat Domum suam , possidebit ventum . By new ways they think to accomplish Wonders ; but in truth they grasp the Wind , and are at the same time cruel to us , and to the King too . For if the Commonwealth flourish , then he that hath the Sovereignty can never want nor do amiss : so as he govern not according to the Interest of others ; but go the shortest and the safest Ways to his own and the Common Good.

The Kings of this Nation have always governed by Parliament : And if we look upon the Success of things since Parliaments were laid by , it resembles that of the Grecians , Ex illo ftuere & retrò sublapsa referri Rês Danaum � especially on the Subjects part . For though the King hath gotten little ; they have lost all .

But His Majesty shall hear the Truth from us ; and we shall make appear the Errors of those Divines , who would perswade us , that a Monarch must be Absolute , and that he may do all things ad libitum ; receding not only from their Text ( though that be a wandring too ) but from the way their own Profession might teach them , State super Vias antiquas , and Remove not the ancient Bounds and Land-marks which our Fathers have set . If to be Absolute , were to be restrained by no Laws ; then can no King in Christendom be so ; for they all stand obliged to the Laws Christian. And we ask no more ; for to this Pillar are our Priviledges fixt , our Kings at their Coronation taking a sacred Oath not to infringe them .

I am sorry these Men take no more care to gain our Belief of those things , which they tell us for our Souls Health ; while we know them so manifestly in the wrong , in that which concerns the Liberties and Priviledges of the Subjects of England : But they gain Preferment ; and then 't is no matter , though they neither believe themselves , nor are believed by others . But since they are so ready to let loose the Consciences of their Kings , we are the more carefully to provide for our Protection against this Pulpit-Law , by declaring and reinforcing the Municipal Laws of this Kingdom .

It is worth observing , how new this Opinion is , or rather this way of rising , even among themselves . For Mr. Hooker , who sure was no refractory Man , ( as they term it ) thinks , That the first Government was Arbitrary , till it was found , that to live by one Mans Will , became the Cause of all Mens Misery : ( these are his Words ) concluding , That this was the Original of inventing Laws . And if we look further back , our Histories will tell us , that the Prelates of this Kingdom have often been the Mediators between the King and His Subjects , to present and pray redress of their Grievances : and had reciprocally then as much Love and Reverence from the People .

But these Preachers , more active than their Predecessors , and wiser than the Laws , have found out a better Form of Government . The King must be a more Absolute Monarch , than any of his Predecessors ; and to them he must owe it : though in the mean time , they hazard the Hearts of his People ; and involve him in a Thousand Difficulties . For , suppose , this Form of Government were inconvenient ; and yet this is but a Supposition , for these Five hundred Years it hath not only maintained us in safety , but made us Victorious over other Nations ; but , I say , suppose they have another Idea of one more convenient : we all know how dangerous Innovations are , though to the better , and what hazard those Princes must run , that enterprize the change of a long establisht Government . Now of all our Kings that have gone before , and of all that are to succeed in this happy Race ; Why should so Pious and so Good a King be exposed to this Trouble and Hazard ? Besides , that Kings so diverted can never do any great Matter abroad .

But while these Men have thus bent their Wits against the Laws of their Country ; whether they have neglected their own Province , and what Tares are grown up in the Field which they should have tilled , I leave it to a second Consideration : not but that Religion ought to be the first thing in our Purposes and Desires : but that which is first in Dignity , is not always to precede in order of time . For Well-Being supposes a Being ; and the first Impediment , which Men naturally endeavour to remove , is the want of those things , without which they cannot subsist . God first assigned unto Adam Maintenance of Life , and gave him a Title to the rest of the Creatures , before he appointed a Law to observe . And let me tell you , if our Adversaries have any such design , as there is nothing more easie , than to impose Religion on a People deprived of their Liberties ; so there is nothing more hard than to do the same upon Freemen .

And therefore ( Mr. Speaker ) I conclude with this Motion , that there may be an Order presently made , that the first thing this House will consider of , shall be the restoring this Nation in general to the Fundamental and Vital Liberties ; the Propriety of our Goods , and Freedom of our Persons : and that then we will forthwith consider of the Supply desired .

And thus we shall discharge the Trust reposed in us , by those that sent us hither . His Majesty will see , that we make more than ordinary haste to satisfie his Demands : and we shall let all those know , that seek to hasten the matter of Supply , that they will so far delay it , as they give Interruption to the former .

Mr. WALLER's Speech July 6. 1641. MY LORDS ,

IAm commanded by the House of Commons , to present you with these Articles against Mr. Justice Crawley , which when your Lordships shall have been pleased to hear read , I shall take leave ( according to custom ) to say something of what I have collected from the sense of that House , concerning the Crimes therein contained .

Then the Charge was read , containing his extrajudicial Opinions subscribed , and judgment given for Ship-money ; and afterward , a Declaration in his charge at an Assize , That Ship-money was so Inherent a Right in the Crown , that it would not be in the power of a Parliament to take it away .

My Lords ,

NOT only my Wants , but my Affections ronder me less fit for this Employment : For though it has not been my happiness to have the Law a part of my breeding ; there is no Man honours that Profession more , or has a greater Reverence towards the Grave Judges , the Oracles thereof . Out of Parliament , all our Courts of Justice are governed or directed by them : and when a Parliament is call'd ; if your Lordships were not assisted by them , and the House of Commons by other Gentlemen of that Robe , Experience tells us , it might run a hazard of being stiled Parliamentum indoctorum . But as all Professions are obnoxions to the malice of the Professors , and by them most easily betrayed ; so ( my Lords ) these Articles have told you , how these Brothers of the Coif are become fratres in malo ; how these Sons of the Law have torn out the Bowels of their Mother . But this Judge ( whose charge you last heard ) in one expression of his , excels no less his Fellows than they have done the worst of their Predecessors , in this Conspiracy against the Commonwealth . Of the Judgment for Ship-money , and those extrajudicial Opinions preceding the same ( wherein they are joyntly concern'd ) you have already heard : how unjust and pernicious a proceeding that was in so publick a Cause , has been sufficiently express'd to your Lordships . But this man , adding despair to our misery , tells us from the Bench , that Ship-money was a Right so Inherent in the Crown , that it would not be in the Power of an Act of Parliament to take it away . Herein ( my Lords ) he did not only give as deep a Wound to the Commonwealth , as any of the rest ; but dipt his Dart in such a Poyson , that , so far as in him lay , it might never receive a Cure. As by those abortive Opinions , subscribing to the Subversion of our Propriety , before he heard what could be said for it , he prevented his Own ; So by this Declaration of his , he endeavours to prevent the Judgment of Your Lordships too ; and to confine the Power of a Parliament , the only Place where this Mischief might be redrest . Sure he is more wise and learned , than to believe himself in this Opinion ; or not to know how Ridiculous it will appear to a Parliament , and how Dangerous to himself : And therefore , no doubt , by saying , no Parliament could abolish this Judgment ; his meaning was , That this Judgment had abolish'd Parliaments .

This Imposition of Ship-money , springing from a pretended Necessity ; was it not enough , that it was grown Annual , but he must entail it upon the State for ever ; at once making Necessity inherent to the Crown , and Slavery to the Subject ? Necessity , which dissolving all Law , is so much more prejudicial to His Majesty than to any of us , by how much the Law has invested his Royal State with a greater Power , and ampler Fortune . For so undoubted a Truth , it has ever been , that Kings , as well as Subjects , are involved in the Confusion , which necessity produces ; that the Heathen thought their Gods also obliged by the same ; Pareamus necessitati , quam nec Homines nec Dii superant . This Judge then , having in his Charge at the Assize declared the dissolution of the Law , by this supposed necessity ; with what Conscience could he at the same Assize proceed to condemn and punish Men ; unless perhaps he meant , the Law was still in force , for our Destruction , and not for our Preservation ? That it should have Power to kill , but none to Protect us ? A thing no less horrid , than if the Sun should burn without lighting us ; or the Earth serve only to bury , and not feed and nourish us .

But ( my Lords ) to demonstrate , that this was a supposititious impos'd Necessity , and such as they could remove when they pleased ; at the last Convention in Parliament , a Price was set upon it ; for Twelve Subsidies you shall reverse this Sentence . It may be said , that so much Money would have removed the present Necessity : but here was a Rate set upon future necessity ; for Twelve Subsidies you shall never suffer necessity again , you shall for ever abolish that Judgment . Here this Mystery is revealed , this Vizor of Necessity is pull'd off : And now it appears , That this Parliament of Judges had very frankly and bountifully presented His Majesty with Twelve Subsidies , to be levied on Your Lordships and the Commons . Certainly there is no Priviledge which more properly belongs to a Parliament , than to open the Purse of the Subject : and yet these Judges , who are neither capable of sitting among us in the House of Commons , nor with your Lordships , otherwise than as your Assistants , have not only assum'd to themselves this Priviledge of Parliament , but presum'd at once to make a present to the Crown , of all that either your Lordships , or the Commons of England do , or shall hereafter possess .

And because this Man has had the boldness to put the Power of Parliament in ballance with the opinion of the Judges ; I shall entreat your Lordships to observe by way of comparison , the solemn and safe proceeding of the one , with the precipitate dispatch of the other . In Parliament ( as your Lordships know well ) no new Law can pass , or old be abrogated , till it has been thrice read with your Lordships , thrice in the Commons House , and then it receives the Royal Assent ; so that 't is like Gold seven times purified : Whereas these Judges by this one Resolution of theirs , would perswade his Majesty , that by naming Necessity , he might at once dissolve ( at least suspend ) the great Charter two and thirty times confirm'd by his Royal Progenitors , the Petition of Right , and all other Laws provided for the maintenance of the Right and Propriety of the Subject . A strange force ( my Lords ) in the sound of this word Necessity , that like a Charm it should silence the Laws , while we are dispoyl'd of all we have . For that but a part of our goods was taken , is owing to the Grace and Goodness of the King ; for so much as concerns these Judges , we have no more left than they perhaps may deserve to have , when your Lordships shall have passed Judgment upon them : This for the neglect of their Oaths , and betraying that publick Trust , which for the conservation of our Laws was reposed in them .

Now for the cruelty and unmercifulness of this Judgment ; you may please to remember that in the old Law they were forbid to seeth a Kid in his Mothers Milk ; of which the received interpretation is , that we should not use that to the destruction of any Creature , which was intended for its preservation : Now ( my Lords ) God and Nature has given us the Sea as our best Guard against our Enemies , and our Ships as our greatest Glory above other Nations ; and how barbarously would these Men have let in the Sea upon us , at once to wash away our Liberties , and to overwhelm , if not our Land , all the Propriety we have therein ; making the Supply of our Navy , a pretence for the ruine of our Nation ? For observe , beseech you , the fruit and consequence of this Judgment , how this Money has prospered , how contrary an effect it has had to the end , for which they pretended to take it : On every County a Ship is annually impos'd ; and who would not expect , but our Seas by this time should be covered with the number of our Ships ? Alas ( my Lords ) the daily Complaints of the decay of our Navy tell us how ill Ship-Money has maintained the Sovereignty of the Sea ; and by the many Petitions which we receive from the Wives of those miserable Captives at Algier , ( being between four or five thousand of our Countrymen ) it does too evidently appear that to make us Slaves at home , is not the way to keep us from being made Slaves abroad : so far has this Judgment been from relieving the present , or preventing the future necessity ; that as it changed our Real Propriety into the shadow of a Propriety , so of a feigned it has made a real necessity .

A little before the approach of the Gaules to Rome , while the Romans had yet no apprehension of that danger , there was heard a voice in the Air , lowder than ordinary , The Gaules are come ; which voice after they had sack'd the City , and besieged the Capitol , was held so ominous , that Livie relates it as a Prodigy . This Anticipation of necessity seems to have been no less ominous to us : These Judges , like ill boding Birds , have call'd necessity upon the State , in a time when I dare say they thought themselves in greatest security . But if it seem Superstitious to take this as an Omen ; sure I am , we may look on it as a cause of the unfeigned necessity we now suffer ; for what regret and discontent had this Judgment bred among us ? And as when the Noise and Tumult in a private House grows so loud as to be heard into the Streets , it calls in the next Dwellers either kindly to appease , or to make their own use of the domestick strife ; so in all likelihood our known discontents at home have been a concurrent cause to invite our Neighbours to visit us , so much to the expence and trouble of both these Kingdoms .

And here , My Lords , I cannot but take notice of the most sad effect of this oppression , the ill influence it has had upon the Ancient Reputation and Valour of the English Nation : And no wonder , for if it be true that Oppression makes a wise Man mad ; it may well suspend the Courage of the Valiant . The same happened to the Romans , when for renown in Arms they most excell'd the rest of the World ; the story is but short , 't was in the time of the Decemviri ( and I think the chief troublers of our State may make up that number . ) The Decemviri , My Lords , had subverted the Laws , suspended the Courts of Justice , and ( which was the greatest grievance both to the Nobility and People ) had for some years omitted to assemble the Senate , which was their Parliament : This , says the Historian , did not only deject the Romans , and make them despair of their Liberty , but caused them to be less valued by their Neighbours : The Sabines take the advantage and invade them ; and now the Decemviri are forc'd to call the long-desired Senate ; whereof the People were so glad , that Hostibus belloque gratiam habuerunt : This Assembly breaks up in discontent : nevertheless the War proceeds ; Forces are raised , led by some of the Decemviri , and with the Sabines they meet in the Field : I know your Lordships expect the event : My Authors words of his Countrymen are these , Ne ' quid ductu aut auspicio Decemvirorum prospere gereretur , vinci se patiebantur : They chose rather to suffer a present diminution of their Honour , than by victory to confirm the Tyranny of their new Masters : At their return from this unfortunate expedition , after some distempers and expostulations of the people , another Senate , that is , a second Parliament , is call'd ; and there the Decemviri are questioned , deprived of their Authority , imprisoned , banish'd , and some lose their Lives : and soon after his vindication of their Liberties , the Romans by their better success , made it appear to the World , that Liberty and Courage dwell always in the same Breast , and are never to be divorced . No doubt , my Lords , but your Justice shall have the like effect upon this dispirited people ; 't is not the restitution of our ancient Laws alone , but the restauration of our ancient Courage , which is expected from your Lordships . I need not say any thing to move your just indignation , that this Man should so cheaply give away that which your Noble Ancestors with so much Courage and Industry had so long maintain'd : You have often been told how careful they were , tho' with the hazard of their Lives and Fortunes , to derive those Rights and Liberties as entire to Posterity as they received them from their Fathers : what they did with labour , you may do with ease ; what they did with danger , you may do securely : the foundation of our Laws is not shaken with the Engine of War ; they are only blasted with the Breath of these Men , and by your Breath they may be restored .

What Judgments your Predecessors have given , and what Punishments their Predecessors have suffered for Offences of this nature , your Lordships have already been so well informed , that I shall not trouble you with a repetition of those Precedents : Only ( my Lords ) something I shall take leave to observe of the Person with whose Charge I have presented you , that you may the less doubt of the wilfulness of his Offence .

His Education in the Inns of Court , his constant Practice as a Councellor , and his Experience as a Judge ( considered with the mischief he has done ) makes it appear , that this Progress of his through the Law , has been like that of a diligent Spie through a Country , into which he meant to conduct an Enemy .

To let you see he did not offend for company ; there is one Crime so peculiar to himself , and of such malignity , that it makes him at once uncapable of your Lordships favour , and his own subsistence incompatible with the right and propriety of the Subject : for if you leave him in a capacity of interpreting the Laws ; has he not already declar'd his opinion , That your Votes and Resolutions against Ship-money are void , and that it is not in the power of a Parliament , to abolish that Judgment ? To him , my Lords , that has thus play'd with the power of Parliament , we may well apply what was once said to the Goat browsing on the Vine . Rode , caper , vitem ; tamen hinc cum stabis ad aras In tua quod fundi Cornua possit , erit :

He has cropt and infring'd the Priviledges of a banish'd Parliament ; but now it is returned , he may find it has power enough to make a Sacrifice of him , to the better establishment of our Laws : and in truth what other satisfaction can he make his injur'd Country , than to confirm by his Example those Rights and Liberties which he had ruin'd by his Opinion ?

For the proofs , my Lords , they are so manifest , that they will give you little trouble in the disquisition : his Crimes are already upon Record , the Delinquent and the Witness is the same ; having from several seats of Judicature proclaim'd himself an Enemy to our Laws and Nation , Ex ore suo judicabitur . To which purpose , I am commanded by the Knights , Citizens , and Burgesses of the House of Commons , to desire your Lordships that as speedy a proceeding may be had against Mr. Justice Crawley , as the course of Parliaments will permit .

FINIS .
ERRATA .

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A16884 ---- Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable. Albott, Robert, fl. 1600. 1600 Approx. 859 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 264 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2007-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A16884 STC 378 ESTC S100113 99835965 99835965 203 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. 2006-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2006-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ENGLANDS Parnassus : OR The choysest Flowers of our Moderne Poets , with their Poeticall comparisons . Descriptions of Bewties , Personages , Castles , Pallaces , Mountaines , Groues , Seas , Springs , Riuers , &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses , both pleasaunt and profitable . NL printer's device of N. Ling Imprinted at London for N.L.C.B. and T.H. 1600. TO THE RIGHT WORshipfull , Syr Thomas Mounson , Knight . ENglish Maecenas , bounties elder brother , The spreading wing , whereby my fortune flies ; Vnto thy wit , and vertues , and none other , I consecrate these sacred Poesies . Which whilst they liue , ( as they must liue for euer ) Shall giue thy honour life , and let men know , That those to succour vertue who perseuer , Shall conquer time , and Laethes ouerflow . ●pickt these flowers of Learning from their stem , Whose heauenly Wits & golden Pens haue chac't Dull ignorance that long affronted them . In view of whose great glories thou art plac't , That whilst their wisdoms in these writings florish , Thy fame may liue , whose wealth doth wisedome norish . Your Worships humbly at commaund . R. A. To the Reader . I Hang no Iuie out to sell my Wine , The Nectar of good witts will sell it selfe ; I feare not , what detraction can define , I saile secure from Enuies storme or shelfe . I set my picture out to each mans vewe , Limd with these colours , and so cunning arts , That like the Phaenix will their age renewe , And conquer Enuie by their good desarts . If any Cobler carpe aboue his shoo , I rather pittie , then repine his action , For ignorance stil maketh much adoo , And wisdom loues that , which offēds detraction . Go fearles forth my booke , hate cānot harm thee , Apollo bred thee , & the Muses arm thee . R. A. A Table of all the speciall matters contained in this Booke . A ALbion 348 Angels . Pag. 1.2 Ambition 3 Affliction 7. vid. pouertie . Art 9 Audacitie 8 Auarice 10 August 369 Autumnus 368 Apollo 372 Acheron 504 Assault 375 Adam 372 Astonishment 462.446 Astrologie 345 Arithmeticke 345 B BEautie . 13.385.465 Banishment 21 Bashfulnesse 21 Blisse 21 Bountie 23 Battaile 345 Beasts 498.486 Byrds 487 C CAre 24 Charitie 25 Chastitie 26 Children 28 Christ 28 Cyprus 353 Cynthia 355 Cupid 357 Ceremonie 379 Ceston 407 Confusion of languages . 384 Clamour 457 Care of children 462 Chaunge 29 Chaunce 30 Counsaile 31 Combat 347 Concord 32 Conscience 33 Craft 36 Country . Commonweale . 37 Content 38 Court 41 Courtier effeminate 352 Courage 39.448 Courtesie 45.439 Crueltie 46 Custome 47 Calme weather 359 Companie 452 D DAlliance 423 Daunger 47 Dearth 346 Death 49.453.445 Dread 49 Delaie 54 Deluge 352 Desire 56 Destenie 57 Dispaire 60 Discord 64 Dissimulation 67.428 Diuision of the day naturall . 324 Diliculum 326 Description of Mammo 256 Diana 555 Discontent 377 Doubt 381 Description of Beautie and Personage . 385 Descript . of Pall. Cast . &c. 466 Descrip . of seas , Riuers , &c. 478 Drunkards 450.352 Diuell 92 Disdaine 345 E EArth . 68 End 68 Enuie 70 Error 73.434 Eden 349 Egypt 349 Echo 503 Eagle 504.505 F FAith 75 Fame 75 Famine 85 Fate 86 Feare 88.431 Feeling 264 Fortitude 91 Felicitie 93 Folly. Fooles 94 Fortune 96 Friendship . Friends 103 Frugalitie 106 Fury 107 Fight 454 Furies 502 Flight 433 Fishes 487 G GEometrie 343 Gentlenes 109 Gifts 108 Graces 496 Gentrie 110 Gluttony 110 Good name 113 Goodnesse 113 God 114 Good deeds 120 Greatnes 121 Gallicinium 325 H HAte 129 Hargabush 382 Heauen 125 Heart 128 Hearing 262 Haste 132 Horse 382 Hell 133 Honour 133 Hope 136 445 Humilitie 140 Hypocrisie 141 Heate 373 Hoast 376 Hearbes 491 Harpyes 352 Hierusalem 349 I IEalouzie 141 Intempestanox 337 Ignorance 146 Impatience 147 Ioy 458 Infamie 147 Ingratitude 147 Innocencie 148 Inconstancie 150 Ill company 450 Iniustice 151 Iustice 152 Ianuary 368 Iuly 370 K KIngs 155.451 Kingdomes 158 Knowledge 159 Kisses 344 L LAbour 161.460 Learning 162 Leachery 163 Lawes 165 Libertie 166 463 Life 167 Loue 170.429 Louers 380 Logistillaes Castle 466 Logicke 342 M MAgicke 192 Man 193 Marriage 198 Maladie 201 Miserie 203 Melancholy 205 Miscellanea 496 Memorie 205 Mercie 206 Mischiefe 206 Minde 208 Murder 210 Muses 211 Musicke 215.343 Mediae noctis inclinatio 324 Mane 327 Meridies 331 Morpheus 370 Multitude 464 Maiestie 442 N NEpenthe 503 Nature 216 Nobilitie 217 Noctis initium 339.334 Noctis concubium 335 Neptune 371.372 Night 451 Nilus Nilus O OLdage 219 Opinion 221 Opportunitie 222 Occasion . 222 P Passion 225 Parents 226 Palmer 352 Peace 227 Pleasure 229 Poesie 231 Poets 234 Poeticall descriptions 340 Plentie 238 Pollicie 239.459 Pouertie 241 Praier 242 Praise 242 Prouidence 243 Pride 244 Paradise 354 Phoebus 372 Poeticall comparisons 420 Phaenix 506 Princes 246 People 344 Proteus 371 Posteritie 385 Proper Epithites , &c. 482 Q Quietnesse 249 R RAge 439 Reason 294 Renowne 381 Repentance 252 Rest 254 Reuenge 254 Riches   Rhetoricke 345 Rainbowe 353 Rome 373 S Sacriledge 258 Secrecie 259 Silence 259 Sences 260 Sight 260 Smelling 263 Sinne 265 Slaunder 267 Solis ortus 330 Solis occasus 331 Spring 364 Sleepe 269 Solitarinesse 270 Souldiers 271 Soule 271 Sorrow 278.424.426 Suspition 281 Sommer 368 Skirmish 376 Sorrowes 424 Satires 489 T Tasting 26● Teares 281 Temperance 282 Thoughts 283 Thetis 371 Time 284 Truth 287 Theologie 340 Treason 288 Trees 492 Tyrannie 289 Thirst . 347.374 Tempests 35● V Vacation 379 Vertue 290 Vice 293 Victory 294 Vnderstanding 295 Vowes 295 Virginitie 296 Victory 452 Vse 297 Vesper . 333 Venus 356 W Warre 297.461 Will 301 Wit 304 Woe 306 Words 307 VVomem 310 VVrath 316 World 318 Windes 349.493 Winter 367 Y Youth . 321. FINIS . Errata . Which for with 27. eurse , curse 28. but will , but who will 50 frowne , frowning 33. rime time 37. Stouer Storer 38. Prophets Prophet 57 shrid thrid 58. Title of Enuie left out 70. ardeus ardens 78 euesit euexit 7● . angury augury 90 amists mists 90. brine bring 91. guilt gilt 92. aquersitie aduersitie 106. Basis Rasis 112. beine being 122. title of paine , 124. for 225. stary starre 128. weare weares 136 tode trode 140 , fierer feicer 105 seut set , 177 Dictynua Dictynna 181. for natures of magicke 192. shoot-fire , shot free . floe sloe 233. flay stay 231. quiue●'s quire's 24● . presbitie presbitrie ●52 . infancie iniurie ibid. paron pardon 253 her hell 257. sosophist , sophist 28● . art heart , 290 Fitz Griffon F●●z Ieffrey , 304 Murston Ma●ston 32● . harkenger harbenger . 326. chearing checkering 328. Soles solis 330. hunnid humid 334. nidnight midnight 338. dreadly deadly 338. growe growes 352. Camus Cadmus 468. twindring twining 480 Spanie Spaw 465. Gauges Ganges 486. Guylon Gyhon 493. Phyton Physon 493. Hector Nectar 493. neues done Neroes doome 494. THE CHOYSEST FLOWers of our Moderne English Poets . Angels . FAire is the heauen where happie soules haue place , In full enioyment of felicitie , Whence they do still behold the glorious face Of the diuine eternall maiestie . More faire is that where those Idees on hie Enraunged be , which Plato so admirde , And pure intelligences from God inspirde . Yet fairer is that heauen , in which do raigne The soueraigne powers and mightie Potentates , Which in their hie protections do containe All mortall Princes and imperiall states . And fairer yet , whereas the royall seats And heauenly Dominations are set : From whom all earthly gouernance is fet . Yet farre more faire be those bright Cherubins Which all with golden wings are ouer dight , And those eternall burning Seraphins Which from their faces dart out fiery light . Yet fairer then they both , and much more bright Be th' Angels and Archangels , which attend On Gods owne person , without rest or end . Ed. Spencer . The first composing of the number nine , Which of all numbers is the most diuine , From orders of the Angels doth arise , Which be contained in three Hierarchies , And each of these three Hierarchies in three , The perfect forme of true felicitie : And of the Hierarchies I spake of erst , The glorious Epiphania is the first , In which the hie celestiall orders bin Of Thrones , of Cherubs , and of Seraphin : The second holds the mightie Principates The Ephionia , the third Hierarchie With Vertues , Angels , and Archangels bee . And thus by threes we aptly do define , And do compose this sacred number nine : Yet each of these nine orders grounded be Vpon some one particularitie . M. Drayton . Out of the Hierarchies of Angels sheene , The gentle Gabriell God cald from the rest : Twixt God and soules of men that righteous beene . Embassador he is for euery blest . The iust commands of heauens eternall king , Twixt skies and earth he vp and downe doth bring . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . Our walls of flesh that close our soules , God knew how weak , and gaue A further gard , euen euery man , an Angell guide to saue : And men for vs be angels , while they work our souls to saue . VV. VVarner . — If Angels fight Weake men must fall , for heauen stil gards the right . W. Shakespeare . Ambition . Ambition is a Vultur vile , That feedeth on the heart of pride , And finds no rest when all is tride . For worlds cannot confine the one , Th' other lists and bounds hath none . And both subuert the mind , the state Procure destruction , enuy , hate . S. Daniell . Ambition , fie vpon thy painted cheeke , ( Woe worth the beautie sleepes not with the face ) For thou art hatefull , foule , vnfaire , vnmeete : A poyson-painted pleasure ▪ mads men chase . Thou reasonlesse desire that makes men seeke To kisse the same , whilest fire doth thee imbrace . Thou onely strong disordered , rulest passion , Thou marst mens minds , and pu●st them out of fashiō . I. Markham . The golden chaine of Homers hie deuise Ambition is , or cursed auarice : Which all gods haling being tied to Ioue Him from his setled height could neuer moue . Intending this , that though that powerfull chaine Of most Herculean vigor to constraine Men from true vertue , or their present states , Attempt a man , that manlesse changes hates : And is enobled with a deathlesse loue , Of things eternall dignified aboue : Nothing shall stirre him from adorning still , This shape with vertue and his power with will. G. Chapman . — The greedy thirst of royall crowne That knowes no kindred , nor regards no right , Stird Porrex vp , to pluck his brother downe : Who vnto him assembling forraine might , Made warre on him , and fell himselfe in fight : Whose death to auenge his mother mercilesse Most merciles of women , Eden hight : Her other sonne fast sleeping did oppresse , And with most cruell hand him murdred pittilesse . Ed. Spencer . A diademe once dazeling the eie , The day too darke , to see affinitie : And where the arme is stretcht to reach a crowne , Friendship is broke , the dearest things thrown downe . M. Drayton . — Realme-rape , spareth neither kin nor friend . I. Higgins . Mir. of Ma. Who fight for crownes , set life , set all to light , Who aime so hie , wil die , or hit the white . Doctor Lodge . One riseth by an others fall , and some do clime so fast , That in the clouds they do forget what climats they haue past W. Warner . The Eagle minded minds that nestle in the sun , Their lofty heads haue leaden heeles , and end where they begun . Idem . O , fatall is the ascent vnto a crowne , From whēce men come not down , but tumble downe S. Daniell . Like as the heauen two Sunnes cannot containe , So in the earth two Kings cannot remaine Of equall state : so doth Ambition craue , One King will not another equall haue . Tho. Hudson . Transl . Whom so the mindes vnquiet state vpheaues , Be it for loue or feare ; when fancie reaues Reason her right , by mocking of the wit , If once the cause of this affection flit , Reason preuailing on the vnbrideled thought , Downe falls he , who by fancie climbd aloft . I. H. M. of Magist . Desire of rule within a climbing brest To breake a vowe , may beare the buckler best . G. Gascoigne . In some courts shall you see Ambition Sit peecing Dedalus old waxen wings : But being clapt on and they about to flie , Euen when their hopes are busied in the cloudes They melt against the sunne of maiestie , And downe they tumble to destruction . Tho. Dekkar . Better sit still men say then rise and fall . High state the bed wherein misfortune lies . Mars most vnfriendly , when most kind he seemes : Who climeth hie on earth , he hardest lights , And lowest falles attends the highest flights . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . As highest hils with tempest be most touched , And tops of trees most subiect vnto winde , And as great Towers with stone strongly couched , Haue many falles when they be vnderminde , Euen so by proofe in worldly things we finde , That such as climbe the top of hie degree , From feare of falling neuer can be free . I. H. M. of Magist . Ambition with the Eagle loues to build , Nor on the mountaine dreads the winter blast : But with selfe soothing doth the humour guild With arguments , correcting what is past . Forecasting kingdomes , dangers vnforecast : Leauing this poore word of content to such , Whose earthly spirits haue not fiery tuch . M. Drayton . — The ambitious once inur'd to raigne , Can neuer brooke a priuate state againe . S. Daniell . — Warlike Caesar tempted with the name Of this sweet Island neuer conquered , And enuying the Britons blazed fame , ( O hideous hunger of dominion ) hither came . Ed. Spencer . — Ambition In princely pallace and in stately townes , Doth often creep , and close within conuaies ( To leaue behind it ) damage and decaies : By it be loue and amitie destroid . It breakes the lawes , and common concord beates . Kingdomes and realmes it topsie turuy turnes . G. Gascoigne . Be not ambitiously a king , nor grudgingly decline , One God did roote out Cis his stock , and raise vp Iesses line . VV. Warner . The aspirer once attain'd vnto the toppe , Cuts off those meanes by which himselfe got vp . S. Daniel . Haughtie Ambition makes a breach in hills , Runs drie by sea amongst the raging scills . Th. Hud . Affection . Affection is a coale that must be coolde , Else suffered , it will set the heart on fire , The fire hath bounds , but deepe desire hath none . VV. Shakespeare . Affection by the countenance is descri'de , The light of hidden fier it selfe discouers , And loue that is conceal'd , betraies poore Louers . Th. Marlowe . — Most wretched man , That to affections doth the bridle lend , In their beginning they are weake and wan , But soone through sufferance growe to fearefull end , Whil'st they are weake , betime with them contend . For when they once to perfect strength do growe , Strong warres they make , and cruell battrie bend , Gainst fort of reason , it to ouerthrowe . Ed. Sp. Affliction . If so Affliction once her warre begin , And threat the feeble sense with sword and fire , The mind contracts her selfe and shrinketh in , And to her selfe she gladly doth retire . As Spiders toucht seeke their webbes in most part , As Bees in stormes vnto their hiues returne , As bloud in daunger gathers to the hart , As men seeke townes when foes the country burne . I. Dauies . If ought can touch vs ought , afflictions lookes ( Make vs to looke into our selues so neare ) Teach vs to know our selues beyond all bookes , Or all the learned schooles that euer were . Idem . This makes our senses quicke and reason cleare , Resolues our will and rectifies our thought : So do the winds and thunder clense the aire , So working seas settle and purge the wine , So lopt and pruned trees do flourish faire . So doth the fire the drossie gold refine . I. Dauies . Audacitie . What need we creepe the crosse to giue vnto a begging saint , Tush , tush , a fig for booke loue , none be fortunate , that faint . W. Warner . Things out of hope are compast oft with ventering , Chiefly in loue , whose leaue exceeds commission : Affection faints not like a pale fac'd coward , But then woes best , when most his choice is froward . W. Shakespeare . Blushing and sighing Theseus neuer stroue To wooe and winne Antiope his loue . I. Weeuer . — VVhen all is done that do we may , Labour we sorrowing all the night , and suing all the day , The female faultie custome yeelds lesse merit , greatest pay : And ventrous more then vertuous means doth bear the bel away . W. Warner . Art. Art hath a world of secrets in her powers . M. Drayton . Art curbeth nature , nature guildeth Art. I. Marston . Things sencelesse liue by Art , and rationall die , By rude contempt of Art and industrie . G. Chapman . Art hath an enemy cald ignorance . B. Iohnson . Arts perish , wanting honour and applause . D. Lodge . — Arts best nurse is honours chast desire , And glory sets all studious hearts on fire . Tho. Storer . Art must be wonne by art and not by might . S. I. Harr. Transl . Valour and Art are both the sonnes of Ioue , Both brethren by the father not the mother : Both peeres without compare , both liue in loue , But Art doth seeme to be the elder brother , Because he first gaue life vnto the other . Who afterward gaue life to him againe , Thus each by other doth his life retaine . Ch. Fitz. Ieffery . Art is nobilities true register , Nobilitie Arts champion still is said : Learning is fortitudes right calender , And fortitude is Learnings saint and aide , Thus if the ballances twixt both bewaide , Honour sheelds Learning from all iniurie , And Learning honour from blacke infamie . Idem . Vaine is the Art that seeks it selfe for to deceiue . Ed. Spencer . Auarice . — Greedie Auarice by him did ride , Vpon a Camell loaden all with gold , Two iron coffers hung on either side , With precious mettall , full as they might hold : And in his lap a heape of coyne he tolde , For of his wicked pelfe his god he made , And vnto hell , himselfe for money solde Accursed vsurie was all his trade , And right and wrong alike in equall ballance waied . Ed. Spencer . Forth of a Desart wood an vgly beast There seem'd to come , whose shape was thus defined , Eares of an Asse , a Wolfe in head and breast , A carkasse all with pinching famine pined , A Lyons grisly iawe , but all the rest To fox-like shape did seeme to be enclined , In England , France , in Italy and Spaeine , Yea all the world this monster seem'd to raine , Where ere this cruell monster set his foote , He kild and spoyld of euery sort and state : No height of birth or state with him did boote He conquered Kings and crownes all in like rate . Yea this beasts power had tane so deep a roote , It entred in Christs Vicars sacred gate , And vexed Cardinalls and Bishops chiefe , And bred a scandall euen in our beliefe . S. I. Harr. Python whom Phoebus kil'd with thousand darts , Was monster lesse then this by thousand parts . Idem . Eriphilaes Armor . In vaine it were for to declare in Verse , How sumptuously her armour all was wrought , All set with stones , and set with Indian Gold , Perfect for vse , and pleasant to behold . Mounted she was , but not vpon a steede , In stead whereof , she on a Wolfe did sit : A Wolfe whose match Apulia doth not breede , Taught to obey , although she vs'de no bit . And all of sandy colour was her weede , Her armes were this , for such a Champion fit , An vgly toade was painted on her shield , With poyson swolne , and in a sable field . Idem . — Auarice , all arm'd in hooking ●enters , All clad in birdlime , without bridge she venters , Through fell Charibdis and false Syrtes Nesse , The more her wealth , the more her wretchednesse , Cruell , respectlesse , friendlesse , faithlesse else , Those foule base figures in each dunghill poole , Like Tantalus staru'd in the midst of store , Not that she hath , but what she wants she counts , A well-wing'd Bird , that neuer loftie mounts . I. Syluister . Transl . Regard of worldly mucke doth fowly blend , And lowe abase the hie heroike spirit , That ioyes for crownes and kingdomes to contend . Ed. Spencer . We aged carke to liue , and leaue an ouerplus in store , Perhaps for spend-alls : so amidst abundance liue we pore . W. Warner . Those which much couet , are with gaine so fond , That what they haue not that which they possesse : They scatter and vnloose from their bond . And so by hoping more , they haue but lesse , Or gaining more , the profit of excesse Is but to surfet , and such griefes sustaine , That they proue banckrout in this pore rich vaine . VV. Shakespeare . Those that will all deuour , must all forgoe . Tho. Dekkar . Cōtent thee with vnthreatned mean , & play not Aesops dog The gold that gētle Bacchus gaue , did greedy Mydas clog : Commit not treasure with thy child to greedy minded men , Thou leauest Polydor a spoile to Polymnestor then . VV. VVarner . Beautie . — Sacred Beautie is the fruit of sight , That curtesie that speakes before the toong : The feast of soules , the glory of the light , Enuy of age , and euerlasting yoong : Pitties commaunder , Cupids richest throne , Musicke entraunced , neuer duly sung : The summe and court of all proportion . And that I may dull speeches least afford , All Rhethorickes Flowers , in lesse then in a word . G. Chapman . — Bewtie borne of heauenly race . Bewtie ( daughter of maruaile ) ô see how Thou canst disgracing sorrowes sweetly grace , What power thou shew'st in a distressed browe , That mak'st affliction faire giu'st teares their grace . What ? can vntressed locks , can torne rent haire ? A weeping eye , a wailing face be faire ? I see then artlesse feature can content , And that true Bewtie needs no ornament . S. Daniell . — Bewtie is the bait which with delight Doth man allure for to enlarge his kinde , Bewtie the burning lampe of heauens light , Darting her beames into each feeble minde , Against whose power , nor God nor man can finde Defence , reward , the daunger of the wound : ●ut being hurt , seeke to be medicinde , Of her that first did stirre that mortall wound . Ed. Spencer . — Bewtie is womans golden crowne , Mans conqueresse and feminine renowne : ●ot ioind with loue , who deare yet euer sold it ? ●or bewties cheape , except loues eye behold it . I. Weeuer . — Bewtie is an adamant to all . ●ewtie , natures Iuie-bush each passenger doth call . W. Warner . ●eldome wants guests where Bewtie bids the feast , ●ens eyes with wonders nere are satisfied , At fairest signes best welcome is surmised , The shrine of loue doth seldome offring want , Nor with such counsell , clients neuer scant . M. Drayton . All Orators are dumbe where Bewtie pleadeth . W. Shakespeare . Bewtie it selfe doth of it selfe perswade The eyes of men , without an Orator ? What needeth then Apollogies be made , To set forth that which is so singular ? Idem . Nought vnder heauen so strongly doth allure The sense of man , and all his minde possesse , As Bewties louely bate that doth procure Great warriors oft their rigor to represse , And mightie hands forget their manlinesse . Driuen with the power of an heart-robbing eye , And wrapt in flowers of a golden tresse . That can with melting pleasance mollifie , Their hardned hearts enur'd to bloud and crueltie . Ed. Spencer . O how can bewtie maister the most strong , And simple truth subdue auenging wrong ? Idem . No armour can be found that can defend , Transpercing raies of christall pointed eyes . S. Daniell . Hard is that heart which Bewtie makes not soft . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . — Who so young that loues not ? Or who so olde that womens Bewtie moues not ? W. Weeuer . A sparke of Bewtie burns a world of men . Idem . O what is Bewtie if it be not seene ? Or what is 't to be seene and not admir'd , And though admir'd , vnlesse in loue desir'd . Neuer were cheekes of Roses locks of Amber , Ordain'd to liue imprisoned in a Chamber . S. Daniell . Nature created Bewtie for the view , ( Like as the fire for heate , the Sun for light ) The faire do euer hold this pledge as due , By auntient charter to liue most in sight , As she that is debar'd it , hath not right : In vaine our friends from this do vs dehort , For Bewtie will be where is most resort . Idem . All excellence of shape is made for sight , To be a beetle else were no defame : Hid Bewties lose their ends , and wrong their right . G. Chapman . Heauen made bewtie like her selfe to viewe , Not to be lapt vp in a smoakie mewe : A rosie tainted feature is heauens golde , Whil'st all men ioy to touch , all to behold . M. Drayton . The ripest corne dies if it be not reapt , Bewtie alone is lost too early kept . Ch. Marlowe . It hath bene through all ages euer seene , That with the praise of armes and chiualrie , The praise of Bewtie still hath ioyned beene , And that for reasons speciall priuitie , For either doth on other much relie , For he me seemes most fittest is to serue , That can her best defend from villanie , And she most fit his seruice doth deserue , That fairest is , and from her faith doth neuer swarue . Ed. Spencer . — Bewtie is more bright and cleare . The more it is admir'd of many a wight , And noblest she that serued is of noble Knight . Idem . Rich Bewtie , that each Louer labours for , Tempting as heapes of new coynd glowing Golde , ( Rackt of some miserable treasurer , ) Drawes his desires , and them in chaines enfold , Vrging him still to tell it and conceale it : But Bewties treasure neuer can be tolde , None can peculiar ioy , yet all must steale it . O Bewtie , this same bloodie siege of thine , Starues me that yeeld , and feeds me till I pine . G. Chapman . O Bewtie , still thy Empire swims in blood , And in thy peace , warre stores himselfe with foode . Idem . O Bewtie Syrene faire enchaunting good , Sweete silent Rhethoricke of perswading eyes : Dumbe eloquence , whose power doth moue the blood More then the workes , or wisedome of the wise . Still harmony whose Diapazon lies Within a brow , the key which passions moue To rauish the sence and play a world in loue . S. Daniell . Beautie enchasing loue , loue gaining Beautie , To such as conflict Sympathies enfold : To perfect riches doth a sounder dutie Then all endeuours , for by all consent All wealth and wisedome rests in time content . More force and art is beautie ioynd with loue , Then thrones with wisedom , ioyes of them composde , Are armes more proofe gainst any griefe we proue : Then all their vertue scorning miserie , Or iudgements graue in stoicke grauitie . G. Chapman . Beautie a begger , fieit is too bad When in it selfe sufficiencie is had : It was not made to please the wandring eie , But an attire to adorne sweet modestie . If modestie and women once do seuer , Farwell our fame , farwell our name for euer . M. Drayton . O Beautie that betraies thy selfe to euery amorous eie , To trap thy proud professors , what is it but wantons trie ? VVhere through it sildom haps the faire from mean deceits to flie . W. Warner . This Beautie faire , is an inchauntment made By natures witchcraft , tempting men to buie With endlesse showes , what endlesly will fade , Yet promise chapmen all eternitie . But like to goods ill got a fault it hath , Brings men inricht therewith to beggery , Vnles the enricher be as rich in faith Enamourd , ( like god selfe-loue ) with her owne Seene in an other then t is heauen alone . G. Chapman . — Beautie is a baine To such as feed their fancy with fond loue , That when sweet youth with lust is ouerthrowne , It rues in age . R. Greene. Where Venus strikes with Beautie to the quicke , It little vailes safe reason to apply : Fewe are the cares for such as are loue sicke , But loue . Idem . Truce , warre , and woe , do wait at Beauties gate , Time lost , laments , reports and priuie grudge : And last , fierce loue is but a partiall iudge , Who yeelds for seruice shame , for friendship hate . D. Lodge . The bees of Hybla haue besides sweet hony smarting stings , And beauty doth not want a bait that to repentance brings . W. Warner . — Faire colours soonest soyle , Things of best price are subiect most to spoyle . Ch. Middleton . The fairer cheeke hath oftentimes a soule Leprous as sin it selfe , then hell more foule . Th. Dekkar . All men do erre , because that men they bee , And men with Beautie blinded , cannot see . G. Peele . Beautie , heauen and earth this grace doth win , It supples rigor , and it lessons sin . G. Chapman . Nought is vnder heauens wide hollownes , That moues more deare compassion of mind : Then Beautie to vnworthy wretchednes Through enuies snares , or fortunes freakes vnkind . Ed. Spencer . — Nothing ill becomes the faire , But crueltie which yeelds vnto no praier . S. Daniell . Like as the Sun in a Diameter Fires and inflames obiects remoued far , And heateth kindly , shining laterally , So Beautie sweetly quickens when t is nie : But being seperated and remoued , Burnes where it 's cherisht , murders where it loued . Ch. Marlowe . Simples fit Beautie , fie on drugs and art . M. Drayton . — Faire words and powre-attractiue bewtie , Bring men to want on in subiectiue dutie . I. Weeuer . — Wayward Beauty doth not fancy moue . A frowne forbids , a smile ingendreth loue . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . — What els is forme , but fading aire ? Yea oft , because assaulted of , it hurteth to be faire . VV. VVarner . Full soone the fairest face would cease from being such , If not preserued curiously from tendring more then much That wondrous patterne where soeuer it bee Whether in earth laid vp in secret store , Or els in heauen that no man may it see With sinfull eies , for feare it to deflore : Is perfect Beautie which all men adore . Whose face and feature doth so far excell All mortall sence , that none the same may tell . Ed. Spencer . O Beautie , how attractiue is thy power ? For as the liues heat clings about the hart , So all mens hungry eyes do haunt thy bower : Raigning in Greece , Troy swumme to thee in art . Remoued to Troy , Greece followed thee in feares , Thou drewest ech syrelesse sword , ech childlesse dart And puldst the Towers of Troy about thine eares . G. Chapman . Varietie of Beauties . The harbingers of lust his amorous eyes did walke , More clogd with chāge of Beauties thē K. Midas once wit● gold Now this , now that , and one by one he did them all behold . This seemed faire , & that as faire , and letting either passe , A third he thought a proper girle , a fourth , a pleasant lasse . Louely the fift , liuely the sixt , the seuenth a louely wench , The eight of sweet complexion , to the ninth he altereth thē●● That mildly seem'd maiesticall , tenth modest lookes & toong The eleuenth could sweetly entertain , the twelft was fresh & yoong The next a gay brownetta , next admir'd & yoong . And euery feature so intic't his intricate affection , As liking , all alike , he lou'd confounded in election . W. VVarner . Banishment . No Banishment can be to him assignde , Who doth retaine a true resolued minde . M. Drayton . ●n exile , euery man or bond or free Of noble race , or meaner parentage : ●s not in this vnlike vnto the slaue That must of force obey to each mans will , And praise the peeuishnesse of each mans pride . G. Gascoigne . Transl . Bashfulnesse . — So respected Was Bashfulnesse in Athens it erected To chast Agneia , which is shamefastnesse A sacred temple , holding her a goddesse . G. Chapman . Preferment sildome graceth Bashfulnesse . Idem . Let sobernesse be still thy wisedomes end , Admitting what thou canst not comprehend . I. Syluester . Transl . Blisse . These dayes example hath deep written here Deep written in my heart with yron pen , That Blisse may not abide in state of mortall men . Ed. Spencer . Doth sorrow fret thy soule ? ô direfull spirit , Doth pleasure feed thy heart ? ô blessed man. Hast thou bene happie once ? ô heauy plight . Are thy mishaps forepast ? ô happie than : Or hast thou blisse in eld ? ô blisse too late : But hast thou blisse in youth ? ô sweet estate . E. of O. — Hard it is To immitate a false and forged blisse , Ill may a sad mind forge a mery face , Nor hath constrained laughter any grace . G. Chapman . — Blisse not in height doth dwell . Idem . — Quiet Blisse in no state lasteth long . Assailed still by mischiefe many waies , Whose spoyling battery glowing hote and strong , No flowing wealth , no force nor wisdome staies . Her smoakelesse powder , beaten souldiers slaies . By open force , foule mischiefe oft preuailes : By secret sleight , she sild her purpose failes . I. H. of Magist . Blessed the man that well can vse his blisse . Ed. Spencer . We think no greater blisse , then such to be , as be we would , When blessed none , but such as be , the same , as be they should ▪ VV. VVarner . Our blisse consists not in possessions , But in commaunding our affections . In vertues choyce , and vices needfull chace , Far from our harts for staining of our face . Tho. Kid. Bountie . O sacred Bountie , mother of content , Proppe of renowne , nourisher of Arts : The crowne of hope , the roote of good euent , The trumpe of fame , the ioy of noble hearts , Grace of the heauens , diuinitie in nature , Whose excellence doth so adorne the creature , M. Drayton . — On the other part was to be viewde His vertues , each one by it selfe distinct , Prudence and temperance , , and Fortitude , And Iustice , and a fift vnto these linckt So nie , that who with it is not indued ? The rest may seeme blotted , or quite extinct , Bountie , employed in giuing and in spending , A speciall grace to all the other lending . S. I. Harr. Transl . Augustus Caesar was not such a Saint , As Virgill maketh him by his description , His loue of learning scuseth that complaint , That men might iustly make of his proscription● Neither the shame that Neroes name doth taint , Confirm'd now by a thousand yeares prescription , Be e'ne as it is , if he had had the wit , To haue bene franke to such as Poems writ , Idem . — This reason is the chiefe , That wits decay because they want their hire , For where no succour is , nor no reliefe , The very beasts will from such place retire . Idem . — He is mad and worse , That plaies the nigard with a Princes purse . M. Drayton . Care. — Another shape appeares Of greedy Care still brushing vp the knees , His knuckles knobd , his flesh deep dented in : With tawed hands , and hardy tanned skin , The morrow gray no sooner hath begun To spred his light , euen peeping in our eies , When he is vp and to his worke yrunne , But let the nights black mistie mantels rise , And with foule darke neuer so much disguise The faire bright day , yet ceaseth he no where , But hath his candles to prolong his toyle . M. Sackuill . Rude was his garment , and to rags all rent , No better had he , ne for better carde : With blistered hands among the cynders brent , And fingers filthy , with long nayles vnpared , Right for to rend the food on which he fared . His name was Care ; a black Smyth by his trade : That neither day nor night from working spared . But to small purpose yron wedges made , Those be vnquiet thoughts , that woful minds inuade . Ed. Spencer . Care keepes his watch in euery olde mans eye , And where Care lodges , sleepe will neuer lie : But where vnbruiz'd youth with vnstuft braine Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleepe doth raine . W. Shakespeare . Care and suspition are faire Bewties dower . M. Drayton . Care the consuming canker of the minde , The discord that disorders sweet-hearts tune , Th' abortiue bastard of a coward minde , The lightfoote lackie that runnes poste by death , Bearing the leters which containe our end : The busie aduocate that sells his breath , Denouncing worst to him is most his frend , H. Constable . Charitie . ●he was a woman in the freshest age , Of wondrous bewtie , and of bowntie rare , With goodly grace , and comely personage , That was on earth not easie to compare , ●ull of great loue ; But Cupids wanton snare As hel she hated , chaste in worke and will , Her necke and brest were euer open bare , That aye thereof her babes might sucke their fill , The rest was all in yealow robes araied still . A multitude of babes about her hung , Playing their sportes that ioyed her to behold , Whom still she fed , while they were weake and yoong , But thrust them forth still as they waxed old , And on her head she wore a tyre of gold : Adorn'd with Gems and Owches wondrous faire , Whose passing price vnneath was to be told , And by her side there sate a gentle paire Of Turtle-doues , she sitting in an Iuorie chaire , Ed. Spencer . Due Charitie in louing doth preferre , Her neighbours good , fore her vtilitie . I. Syluister . Transl . Who may but will not helpe , doth hurt we know , and curious they , That dribling alms by art , disband wel mēt frō wel done pay , And he that questions distresse and doth not help endeuour , Thē he that sees & nothing saies , or cares is lesse deceauour ▪ W. Warner . It is a worke of Charitie God knowes , The reconcilement of two mortall foes . Ch. Middleton . — Charitie brings forrh but barren seeds , And hatred still is sowne in so great store , That when the fruites of both came to be reaped , The tone is scarce , the tother ouerheaped . S. I. Harr. Chastitie . O Chastitie the chiefe of heauenly lights , Which mak'st vs most immortall shape to wear● , S. Ph. Sidney . — Chastities attire , The vnstained vaile which innocents adorne , Th'vngather'd rose defended with the thorne . S. Daniel . O Charitie , the gift of blessed soules , Comfort in death , a crowne vnto the life : Which all the passions of the minde controlles , Adornes the maide , and bewtifies the wife , That grace , the which nor death , nor time attaints . Of earthly creatures making heauenly Saints . M. Drayton . — A Woman cannot take vpon her , With bewtie , riches , nor with hie nobilitie , To claime the true deserued praise of honour , If Chastitie do faile by her fragilitie , This is the vertue that defends her honour . S , I. Harrington . Who doth desire that chaste his wife should bee , First be he true , for truth doth truth deserue , Then he be such as he his words may see , And alwaies one credit , which her preserue Not toying kind , nor causlesly vnkinde . Not stirring thoughts , nor yet denying right , Not spying faults , nor in plaine errors blinde , Neuer ●ard hand , nor euer raines to light , As farre from want , as farre from vaine exspence : Th' one doth enforce , th' other doth entice , All owe good company , but driue from thence All filthy mouthes that glory in their vice . This done , thou hast no more , but leaue the rest To nature , fortune , time , and womans brest . S. Ph. Sydney . Penelope in spending chaste her daies , As worthy as Vlisses was of praise . S. I. Harrington . Of Christ. The brooser of the serpents head , the womans promiz'd seed The second in the Trinitie , the foode our soules to feed . The vine the light , the doore the way , the shepheard of vs al , Whose manhood ioynd to deitie , did raunsome vs from thrall That was and is , and euermore will be the same to his , That sleeps to none , that wakes to him , that turns our curse to blis , Whō yet vnseen the Patriarks saw , the Prophets had foretold The Apostles preacht , the Saints adord , & Martyrs do behold The same ( Augustus Emperor ) in Palestine was born Amōgst his own , & yet his own did curse their blis in scorn , W. Warner . Augustus quailing Anthonie , was Emperour alone , In whose vnfoed monarchy our common health was knowne The bruizer of the serpents head , the womans promisd seed The second in the Trinitie , the foode our soules to feede . The vine the light , the doore the way , the shepheard of vs all , The same ( Augustus Emperor ) in Palestine was borne , Amōgst his own , & yet his own did curse their blis in scorn Idem . Children . Riches of children passe a princes throne , Which touch the fathers heart with secret ioy . When without shame he saith , these be mine owne . S. Ph. Sidney . This patterne good or ill our children get , For what they see , their parents loue or hate , Their first caught sence prefers to teachers blowes , The cockerings cockerd , we bewaile too late , When that we see our ofspring gayly bent , Women man-wood , and men effeminate . Idem . — What children apprehend , The same they like , they followe and amend . D. Lodge . There is no loue may be compa'rd to that , The tender mother beares vnto the childe , For euen so much the roote it doth encrease , As their griefe growes , our contentation cease . G. Gas . Chaunge . All is but fained , and which oaker died , That euery showre will wash and wipe away , All things do Chaunge that vnder heauen abide , And after death , all friendship doth decay , Therefore what euer man bear'st worldly sway Liuing , on God and on thy selfe relie , For when thou diest , all shall with thee die . Ed. Spencer . All suffer Chaunge , our selues new borne euen then begin to die . W. Warner . — The euer Chaunging course of things , Runne a perpetuall circle , euer turning . S. Dan. Change liues not long , time fainteth , and time mourns , Solace and sorrow haue their certaine turnes . M. Drayton . All Chaunge is perillous , and all chaunce vnsound . Ed. Spencer . — Seldome Chaunge the better brought , Content who liues with tried state , Need feare no Chaunge of frowning Fate : But will seeke for vnknowne gaine , Oft liues by losse , and leaues with paine . Idem . What doth remaine to man that can continue long ? What sun cāshine so cleare , but clouds may rise amōg ? G. Gascoigne . No flower is so fresh , but frost can it deface , No man so snre in any seate , but he may loose his place Idem . Most true it is , as we doo daily proue . No good nor ill , can stand still at one stay . S. I. Harrington . The man that of himselfe is most secure , Shall finde himselfe most fickle and vnsure . Ed. Spencer . Men change the ayre , but seldome change their care . M. Drayton . Chaunce . What should we thinke of signes ? they are but haps , How may they then be signes of after-claps ? Doth euery Chaunce foreshew , or cause some other ? Or ending of it selfe , extend no further ? As th'ouerflowing flood some mount doth choake , But to his guide , some othet flood it yoake , So if that signes thy sinnes once ioyne , beware Else-whereto Chaunces tend do neuer care . M. of M. True it is if fortune light by Chaunce , There fortune healpes the boldest to aduance . G. Gascoigne . Counsaile . Sacred Counsaile , true heart suppling balme , Soule-curing plaister , true preseruing blis , Water of life in euery sudden qualme , The heauens rich store-house , where all treasure is . True guide , by whom foule errors due we mis , Night burning-beacon watch , against mishaps , Foresight , auoyding many after claps , M. Drayton . — Euery strawe proues fewell to the fire , When Counsell doth concurre with our desire . Idem . What eld hath tried and seeene good counsell is . D. Lodge . — Counsell still is one . When fathers , friends , and worldly goods are gone . Idem . Counsell that comes when ill hath done his worst , Blesseth our ill , but makes our good accurst . M. Drayton . Vaine sounds of pleasure we delight to heare ▪ But Counsell iarres as discord in our eare . Idem . A King that aimes his neighbours crowne to win , Before the fruite of open warres begin , Corrupts his Counsell , with rich recompences , For in good Counsell stands the strength of Princes . I. Syl. Transl . A Kingdomes greatnesse hardly can he sway , That wholsome Counsell did not first obey . M. Dr. Euen as by culling fruitefull Vines encrease , So faithfull counsailes worke a Princes peace . D. Lodge . Concord . — Concord , Mother of blessed peace and friendship true , They both her twins , both borne of heauenly seed , The which her words diuine right well do shewe , For strength and wealth , and happinesse she lendes , And strife , and warre and anger does subdue , Of little , much , of foes she maketh frendes , And to afflicted mindes , sweet rest and quiet sends . Ed. Spencer . The richest Iewell of all heauenly treasure , That euer yet vnto the earth was showne , Is perfect Concord , th' onely perfect pleasure , That wretched earth-borne men haue euer knowne ▪ For many hearts it doth compound in one , That what so one doth , will , or speake , or doo , With one consent , they all agree there too . I. Dauies . By her the heauen is in his course containd , And all the world in state vnmoued stands : As their almightie maker first ordaind , And bound them with inuiolable bands , Else would the waters ouerflowe the lands , And fire deuoure the water , and hell them quite , But she them holds with her all-blessed hands , She is the nurse of pleasure and delight And vnto Princes grace the gates doth open right . Ed. Spencer . O blessed concord bred in secret brest Of him that guides the restlesse rolling skie : That to the earth for mans assured rest , From height of heauens vouchsafest once to flie : In thee alone the mightie power doth lie . With sweet accord to keep the frowne starres , And euery Planet els from hurtfull warres . G. Gascoigne . Transl . When tract of time returnes the lustie Ver , By thee alone the buds and blossomes spring : The fields with flowers be garnish● eu'ry where , The blooming trees aboundant leaues do bring , The cheerfull birds melodiously do sing . Thou doest appoint the crop of sommers seed For mans reliefe , to serue his winter need . Idem . Conscience . — Within the ports and iawes of hell , Sate deep remorse of Conscience , all besprent With teares : and to her selfe oft would she tell Her wretchednes , and cursing neuer stent To sob and sigh , but euer thus lament With thoughtfull care , as she that all in vaine VVould were and wast continually in paine : Her eyes vnstedfast rolling in her head : Whurld on ech place , as place that vengeance broght , So was her mind continually in feare , Tossed and tormented with tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought . With dreadfull lookes and cheare throwne to the skie , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . M. Sackuill . So gnawes the griefe of Conscience euermore , And in the heart it is so deeply graue That they may neither sleepe nor rest therefore : Ne thinke one thought , but on the dread they haue , Sill to the death sore tosled with the waue Of restlesse woe , in terror and dispaire They lead a life continually in feare . Idem . The feare of Conscience entreth yron walles . M. Drayton . No armour proofe against the Conscience terror . Idem . A guiltie conscience neuer is secure , Idem . No meanes at all to hide Man from himself can find No way to start aside , Out from the hell of mind , But in himself confinde , He still sees sin before , And winged footed paine That swiftly comes behind The which is euermore The sure and certain gaine Impietie doth get , And wanton boast respect , That doth himselfe forget . S. Daniell . Like to the Deare that striken with the dart Withdrawes himselfe into some secret place , And feeling griefe the wound about his hart , Startles with pangs till he fall on the grasse , And in great feare lies gasping there a space . Forth braying sighes , as though each pang had brought The present death which he doth dread so oft . So we deep wounded with the bloudy thought And gnawing worme that greeu'd our conscience so , Neuer tooke ease but as our heart out brought : The strained sighes in witnesse of our wo. Such restlesse cares our fault do well be know , Wherewith with our deserued fall , the feares , In euery place rang death within our eares . M. Sackuill . — Loose Conscience is free From all Conscience what els hath libertie : As 't pleasd the Thracian Boreas to blow , So turnes our weary Conscience too and fro . I. Marston . Kings but the Conscience all things can defend . M. Drayton . Whē as thou feel'st thy cōscience toucht with greefe , Thy selfe pursues thy selfe , both robd , and theefe . Idem . — Many with the Conscience of the crime ●n colder blood will curse what they designde : And bad successe vpbraiding their ill fact , Drawes them , that others draw from such an act . S. Daniell . Craft . Deceit . Fraud . What man so wise , what earthly wit so ware , As to descry the craftie cunning traine By which Deceit doth maske in vizard faire : And cast her colours died deep in graine , To seeme like truth , whose shape she well can faine , And fitting gestures to her purpose frame , The guiltlesse mind with guile to entertaine . Ed. Spencer . Fraud showd in comely cloathes a louely looke , An humble cast of eye , a sober pace : And so sweet speech , a man might her haue tooke For him that said haile Mary full of grace : But all the rest deformedly did looke , As full of filthinesse and foule disgrace : Hid vnder long large garments that she ware , Vnder the which , a poysoned knife she bare . S. I. H. Oft Craft can cause the man to make a seeming show Of hart , with dolor all distaind , where grief doth neue● grow ▪ S. T. B. — Craft wrapt still in many comberments , With all her cunning thriues not though it speed . S. Daniell . Craft findes a key to open euery doore . M. Dr. Conquest . Who hopes a conquest , leaues no conquest sought . M. Drayton . T is much to conquer , but to keep possession Is full as much , and if it be not more . I. Syluester . tran● To win the field against our armed foes , Is counted honourable any waies , Whether it be with pollicie or blowes : Yet bloodie conquēst staines the Captaines praise . But chiefest honour doth belong to those Whom fortune to such height of hap doth raise , To haue their foes supprest and ouerthrowne , With little losse and daring of their owne . S. I. Harr. Transl . Whereas proud conquest keepeth all in awe , Kings oft are forst in seruile yoakes to drawe . M. Drayton . Country , common-weale . We must affect our Country as our parents , And if at any time we alienate Our loue or industry from doing it honor , It must respect effects and touch the soule , Matter of conscience and religion , And not desire of rule or benefit . G. Peele . Necessitie enforceth euery wight , To loue his natiue seat with all his might . A happie quarrell is it and a good , For countries cause to spend our dearest blood . G. Gascoigne . That publike weale must needs to ruine go , Where priuate profit is preferred so . G. Geffrayes . Home though it homely be , yet is sweet , And natiue soyle is best . S. I. Harr. If so the temperature of Common-weale Be guided by the course of heauenly powers , Such as in deep affaires will iustly deale , Must haue an eye to those eternall bowres , And by their view direct this state of ours . Then how can he a perfect states man proue , That knowes not how celestiall bodies moue ? Th. Stouer . — The loue That men their country and their birth-right beare , Exceeds all loue , and dearer is by farre : Our countries loue , thē friends or children are . T. Kyd. Content . All wealth and wisedome rests in true Content . Contentment is our heauen , and all our deeds Bound in that circle , seld or neuer closde . G. Chapman . Who seekes to haue the thing we call enough , Acquaint himselfe with Contentation : For plenteousnesse is but a naked name : And what sufficeth vse of mortall men , Shall best apay the meane and modest harts . G. Gascoigne . The noblest mind the best contentment hath . Ed. Spencer . High climing wits do catch a sudden fall , With none of these Content doth dwell withall . D. Lodge . Content feeds not on glory nor on pelfe . Cōtent can be contented with her selfe . Th. Bastard . Cōtent is worth a monarchy , and mischief hits the hie . W. Warner . Who so contented liues , is happie wise . D. Lodge . Inconstant change such tickle turnes hath lent , As who so feares to fall , must seeke Content . Depriue the world of perfect discontent . All glories end , true honour strait is stain'd : And life it selfe in errors course is spent . All toyle doth sort but to a sory end , For through mislikes each learnes for to amend . D. Lodge . He only liues most happily That 's free and farre from maiestie : Can liue content , although vnknowne : He fearing none , none fearing him : Medling with nothing but his owne , While gazing eyes at crownes grow dim . Th. Kyd. Courage . — To Courage great It is no lesse beseeming well to beare , The storme of fortunes frowne , or heauens threat , Then in the sun-shine of her countenance cleare , Timely to ioy and carry comely cheare . Ed. Spencer . High Courage with true wisedome euer backt , Winnes perfect fame . Th. Lodge . Nere was there euer noble courage seene , That in aduantage would his puissance boast , Honor is least where ods appeareth most . Ed. Spencer . Where is no courage , there is no ruth nor mone . Idem . Good hart in ill , doth th' euil much amend . Idem . Courage imboldneth wit , wit courage armes . M. Drayton . They make their fortune who are stout and wise , Wit rules the heauens , discretion guides the skies . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . Action is fiery valou●s souerainge good . G. Chapman . No foote to foe Repining courage yeelds . Ed. Spencer . Then are the valiant who more vaine , then cowardes who more wise , Not men that trauell Pegasus , but fortunes fooles do rise ? W Warner . Be valiant , not too ventrous , but fight to fight againe , Euen Hercules did hold it ods , for one to striue with twaine . Idem . Might wanting measure , moueth surquedrie . Ed. Spencer . — More is he that ventureth for more , Then who fights but for what he had before . S. Daniell . — Valour mixt with feare , boldeneth dread , May march more circumspect with better heed . Idem . Valour in greatest daungers shewes most bright . As full-fac't Phoebe in the darkest night . Ch. Fitz Geffrey . The Spartanes once exilde Archilochus , The Author of Lycambes Tragedie , Because he said it was commodious , Rather to cast away his shield and flie , Then boldly to resist , and brauely die . Idem . Court. The Princes Court is mansion of the wise . Figure of heauen , faire fountaine of delights , Theater of honours , earthly paradice , Sudden aduancer , Spheare of purest light , The liuely Vatican of bewties bright . Thither let Phoebus progenie resort , Where shines their father , but in Ioues great Court ? Th. Storer . — This is euer proper vnto Courts , That nothing can be done but fame reports . S. Daniell . To censure is the subiect of the Court , From thence fame carries , thither fame doth bring , There too each word , a thousand ecchoes ring , A Lotterie , where most loose , but fewe do winne . M. Drayton . Nothing in Court is done without a fee , The Courtier needs must recompenced bee . E. Sp. Most miserable man , whom wicked fate Hath brought to Court to sue for , had I wist , That fewe hath found , but many one hath mist . Idem . — The Court is counted Venus net , Where gifts and vows , forestalls are often set : None be so chaste as Vesta , but shall meere , A curteous tongue , to charme her eates with sweete . R. Greene. — The Court hath much of vanitie and painfull ease . W. VVarner . — The Court is now become a skittish colte , Of wise men hardlier man aged then of the glorious dolt , Idem . These all deformities in forme in some one man we see , More garded then regarded , franke not to continue free , Whē as the merchāts booke , the map of all his wealth shal be . Idem . Sometimes the courts of kings were vertuous schooles , Now finde we nought in Court , but curious fooles . O you whose noble hearts cannot accord , To be the the slaues to an infamous Lord , And knowes not how to mixe with perillous art , The deadly poyson with the amorous dart , Whose natures being found , wills no constraint , Nor will your face with flattering pensill paint . For wee le nor woe , for pitie nor for hire , Of good my Lords their fauours to require , Goe not to Court , if ye will me beleeue , For in that place where ye thinke to releeue : The honour due fot vertue yee shall finde , Nought but contempt which leaues good men behind . Th. Hudson . Transl . The wanton luxurie of Court , Doth forme the people of like sort . S. Daniell . Ye worthy dames that in your breasts do beare , Of your all-seeing god , no seruile feare : Ye that of honour haue a greater care , Then sights of Courts , I pray you come not there , Let them that in their purse haue not a mite , Cloathe them like Kings , and play the Hypocrite , And with a lying tale and fained cheare , Court-coozen them whom they would see on beare , Let there the Pandar sell his wife for gaine , With seruice vile , his noblesse to attaine : Let him that serues the time , chaunge his intent , With faith vnconstant saile at euery vent . Th. Hudsrn . Transl . The Court was neuer barren yet of those Which could with subtill traine , and hard aduise , Worke on the Princes weakenes and dispose , Of feeble frailtie easiest to entice . S. Daniell . Golden cuppes do harbor poyson , And the greatest pompe dissembling , Court of seasoned words hath foyson Treason haunts in most dissembling . D. Lodge . Ye fearefull wits , ye impes of Achelous , Which wracks the wisest youth with charming voice , Ye Circes , who by your enchauntment strange , In stones and swine , your Louers true doo change : Ye Stymphalids , who with your youth vptakes , Ye Rauens that from vs our riches takes . Ye who with riches , art , and painted face , For Priams wife puts Castor's sister in place . Ye Myrrhaes , Canaces , and Semyrames , And if there were yet moe defamed dames , Come all to Court , and there ye shall receiue A thousand gaines , vnmeete for you to haue , There shall you see the gifts of great prouinces , There shall you see the grace of gracelesse Princes . Th. Hudson . Transl . Courtiers as the tide do rise and fall . Ed. Spencer . — It doth not sit With Courtiers maiestie to be reputed Too learn'd , too graue , too fine , or too conceited . Thomas Stouer . Who full of wealth and honours blandishment , Among great Lords his yoonger yeares hath spent , And quaffing deeply of the Court delights , Vsde nought but tilts , armours , and maskes , and sights , If in his age his Princes angry doome , With deepe disgrace , daine him to liue at home In homely cottage , where continually The bitter smoake exhales aboundantly , From his before vnsorrowe-drained braine , The brackish vapours of a siluer raine , Where vsher lesse both day and night the North , South East , and West windes enter and go forth . Where round about the lower roofte-broke walles , In stead of Arras , hang with Spider calles : Where all at once he reacheth as he stands , With brows the roofe , both walls with both his hands . He weepes and sighes , and shunning comforts aye , Wisheth pale death a thousand times a day , And yet at length falling to worke , is glad To bite a browne crust that the mouse hath had , And in a dish , in stead of Plate or glasse , Sups oaten drinke , in stead of Hypocrasse . I. Syluister . Courtesie . Of Court it seemes , men Courtesie do call , For that it there most vseth to abound , And well beseemeth that in Princes hall , That vertue should be plentifully found . Which of all goodly manners is the ground , And roote of ciuill conuersation . Ed. Spencer . Mongst vertues all growes not a fairer flower , Then is the bloome of comely Courtesie , Which though it on a lowely stalke do bower , Yet brauncheth forth in braue nobilitie , And spreads it selfe through all ciuilitie : Of which though present age doo plentious seeme , Yet being matcht with plaine antiquitie , Ye will them all but fained shewes esteeme , Which carry colours faire , which feeble eies misdeem . Idem . — In the triall of true Courtesie , It s now so farre from that which once it was , That it indeed is nought but forgerie , Fashion'd to please the eyes of them that passe , Which see not perfect things but in a glasse , Yet is that glasse so gay , it cannot blinde The wisest sight , to thinke that gold is brasse . But vertues seate is deepe within the minde , And not in outward shew , but inward thoughts defind . Idem . — This noble vertue and diuine , Doth chiefly make a man so rare and odde , As in that one , they most resemble God. S. I. Harr. Transl . — Courteous speech vsage milde and kinde , Wipes malice out of euery noble minde . S. I. Harrington . — Courtesie ofttimes in simple bowers , Is found as great , as in the stately towers . Idem . T is meete a gentle heart should euer showe By Courtesie , the fruites of true gentilitie , Which will by practice , to an habit growe , And make men do the same with great facilitie . Likewise , the dunghill-blood a man shall know By churlish parts , and acts of inciuilitie , Whose nature apt to take each lewde infection , Custome confirmes , and makes ill in perfection . Idem . Crueltie . All lay on hands to punish Crueltie . M. Drayton . — Cruell deeds can neuer scape the scourge Of open shame , or else some bloody death , Repentance selfe , that other sinnes may purge , Doth flie from this , so sore the soule it sleieth , Dispaire dissolues the cruell caitiffes breath , For vengeance due doth suddenly alight On cruell deeds , the mischiefe to requite . I. H. Mir. of M. Custome . Round headed Custome th'apoplexie is , Of bedrid nature , and liues led amis , And takes away all feeling of offence . G. Chapman . Custome abusd brings vertue in disdaine . Nature with Custome ioyned , neuer failes But by her selfe , and her selfe preuailes . D. Lodge . Whereas to nature , forward to retaine , Lewde obiects are annext , and Customes vaine , The wounds grow desperate , and death doth ●nd , Before good counsell can the fault amend . Idem . Custome the worlds iudgement doth blind so farre , That vertue is oft arraign'd at vices barre . I. Syl. Transl . Danger . — Danger cloath'd in ragged weede , Made of beares skinne , that him more dreadfull , made , Yet his owne face was dreadfull , ne did neede Strange horror to deforme his grisly shade , A net in th' one hand , and a rustie blade ●n th' other was , this mischiefe , that mishap With th' one , his foes he threatned to inuade , ●or whom he could not kill , he practis'd to intrap . Ed. Spencer . Danger hath honour , great designes their fame . S. Dan. The greatest daungers promise greatest blisse . M. Drayton . Danger deuiseth shifts , wit waits on feare . W. Shakespeare . Daunger 's the chiefest ioy to happinesse , And resolution honours fairest ayme , Ch. Marlowe . The path is smooth that leadeth vnto Daunger . VV. Sh. When as we thinke we most in safetie stand , The greatest daunger then , is neare at hand . M. Drayton . The Daunger hid , the place vnknowne and wilde , Breeds dreadfull doubts : oft fire is without smoake , And perill without shewe . Ed. Spencer . Ay-me , how many perills do enfolde The righteous man , to make him daily fall : Were not that heauēly grace did him behold , And steadfast truth acquite him out of all . Idem . A thousand perills lie in close awaite , About vs daily to worke our decay , That none except a god , or god his guide , May them auoyd , or remedie prouide . Idem . In perill , we do thinke our selues most sure , And oft in death some men are most secure . No Danger but in hie estate , none enuies mean degre● VV. Warner . — Daungerous things dissembled sildome are , Which many eyes attend with busie care . M. Drayton . The absent danger greater still appeares , Lesse feares he , who is neare the thing he feares . Most strong is he when daungers are at hand , That liues prepard ' their furies to withstand . Of common sence he is depriued cleane , That falles with closed eyes on daunger seene : And he that may both paine and hurt eschue , Is vaine , if he his proper death pursue . S. Daniell . Dread . Next sawe we Dread , all trembling how he shooke , With foote vncertaine profered here and there : Benumbd of speech , and with a gastly looke , Searcht euery place , all pale and dead for feare : His cap borne vp with staring of his haire . Stoynd and amaz'd at his owne shade for dread , And feeling greater daungers then was need . M. Sackuill . — Coward Dread lackes order , feare wants art , Deafe to attend , commaunded , or defirde . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . Death . — A dumbe dead course we ●awe , Heauy and cold the shape of death aright , That daunts all earthly creatures to his lawes Against whose force in vaine it i● to fight , Ne Peeres , ne Princes , nor no mortall wight , No Townes , ne Realmes , Cities ne strongest Tower , But all perforce must yeeld vnto his power . His dart anon out of his corpes he tooke , And in his hand ( a needfull fight to see ) With great tryumph eftsoones the same he shooke : That most of all my feares affraied me , His body dight with nought but bones perdie . The naked shape of man there sawe I plaine , All saue the flesh , the sinew , and the vaine . M. Sackuill . Death is a port , whereby we passe to ioy , Life is a lake , that drowneth all in paine : Death is so neare it ceaseth all annoy . Life is so leaud , that all it yeelds is vaine . And as by life to bondage man was brought , Euen so likewise by death was freedome wrought . E. of Surrey . Nought is immortall vnderneath the Sun , All things are subiect to deaths tyrannie : Both clownes & kings , one selfesame course must run , And whatsoeuer liues is sure to die . Th. Kyd. Death's alwaies readie , and our time is knowne To be at heauens dispose , and not our owne . Idem . The brauest are as blossomes , and the longest liuer dies : And dead , the loueliest creature as the lothsoms carion lies . W. Warner . Our frailties done are written in the flowers , Which flourish now , and fade away ere many howres . S. Daniell . — All earthly things be borne To die the death , for nought long time may last : The sunne his beautie yeelds to winters blast . I. H. M. of Magist . Is 't not gods deed what euer thing is done , In heauen and earth ? Did not he all create To die againe ? all ends that was begunne : Their times , in his eternall bookes of fate , Are written sure , and haue their certaine date . Who then can striue with strong necessitie , That holds the world in his still chaunging state ? Or shun the death ordaind by desteny , When houre of death is come , let none aske whence or why . Ed. Spencer . — Death amongst all deales equally , For hee 's impartiall , and with one selfe hand Cuts off both good and bad , none can withstand . Ch. Middleton . Death certaine is to all the prouerbe saith : Vncertaine is to all the houre of death . S. I. Harr. Transl . Pale fearefull death with bloudy dart doth strike , The wretched caitiffe and the king alike . Vntimely neuer comes the lifes last meere , In cradle death may rightly claime his debt , Straight after birth , is due the fatall beere : By deaths permission th' aged linger heere . Euen in the swath-bands our commission goeth , To loose thy breath , that yet but yoongly bleweth . I. H. Mir. of M. All musicke sleepes where death doth lead the daunce . Ed. Spencer . Let nature for perfection mould a paragon each way , Yet death at last on finest lumps of liuing flesh wil pray For nature neuer framed it , that neuer shall decay . VV. VVarner . — Fatall death the emperor of graues . I. Markham . Death is the key which vnlockes miserie , And lets them out to blessed libertie . M. Drayton . All is but lost that liuing we bestowed , If not well ended at our dying day . O man haue mind of that last bitter rage , For as the tree doth fall , so lies it euer lowe : Ed. Spencer . No feare of death should force vs to do ill . Th. Kyd. — When for feare of an ensuing ill We seeke to shorten our appointed race , Then t is for feare that we our selues do kill : So fond we are to feare the worlds disgrace . Idem . Happie , thrice happie , who so lost his breath , That life he gaineth , by his godly death . Vnwise and wretched men to weet what 's good or ill , We deeme of death as doome of ill desert : But know we fooles what it vs brings vntill : Die would we daily once it too expert . No danger there the shepheard can a start , Faire fields and pleasant fields there beene , The fields aye fresh , the grasse aye greene . Ed. Spencer . — This same Which we call death , the soules release from woe , The worke which bring our blisse to happie frame : Sildome arrests the bodie , but we finde Some notice of it written in our minde . I. Markham . The worth of all men by their end esteeme , And then due praise , or due reproach them yeeld . S. Spencer . — Death is an euill doome . To good and bad , the common Inne of rest , But after death the triall is to come When best shall be to them that liued best , But both alike when death hath both supprest . Religious reuerence doth buriall teene , Which who so wants , wants so much of his rest . For all so great shame after death I weene , As selfe to dien bad , vnburied , bad to beene . Ed. Spencer . — Beasts with carelesse steppes to laethe go , Where men whose thoughts and honours clime on hie , Liuing with fame , must learne with fame to die . D. Lodge . Death but an acted passion doth appeare , Where truth giues courage and the conscience cleare . M. Drayton . Who dies , the vtmost dolour must abide : But who that liues , is left to waile his losse , So life is losse , and death felicitie . Sad life worse then glad death , and greater crosse To see friends graue , then dead , the graue selfe to engrosse . Ed. Spencer . — In wretches sudden death at once There long-some ill is buried with their bones . Th. Hudson . Transl . Death is to him that wretched life doth lead Both grace and gaine ; but he in hell doth lie That liues a loathed life , and wishing cannot die . Ed. Spencer . Death is most louely sweet and amiable : But captiu'd life for foulenesse admirable . I. Marston . — The toongs of dying men Inforce attention like deep harmony , Where words are scarce , they are sildom spent in vaine : For they breath truth , that breath their words in paine . He that no more must say , is lissened more , Then they whom youth & ease haue taught to glose : More are mens ends markt , then their liues before . The setting sunne and musick at the close , As the last tast of sweet is sweetest tast , Writ in remembrance more , then things long past . W. Shakespeare . Delaie . On the one side doubt , on the other sate Delaie , Behind the gate , that none her might espie ; Whose manner was , all passengers to staie , And entertaine with her occasions slie . Through which , some lost great hope vnheedilie , Which neuer they recouer might againe : And others quite excluded forth did lie . Long languishing there , in vnpittied paine , And seeking often entrance afterward in vaine . Ed. Spencer . — Daunger growes by lingring till the last , And phisicke hath no helpe when life is past . Th. Watson . — Oft things done , perhaps , do lesse annoy Then may the doing , handeled with delay . S. Daniell . Delaie in close awaite Caught hold on me , and thought my steps to stay , Faining stil , many a fond excuse , to prate : And time , to steale the treasure of mans day , Whose smallest minute lost , no riches render may . Ed. Spencer . — Times delay new hope of helpe still breeds . Idem . — Fearfull tormenting Is leaden seruitor , to dull delay . W. Shakespeare . He that will stop the brooke must then begin When sommers heat hath dried vp the spring : And when his pittering streames are low and thin ▪ For let the winter aid vnto them bring , He growes to be of watry flouds the king : And though you damme him vp with loftie rankes , Yet will he quickly ouerflow his bankes . R. Greene. Ill newes deferring , is a plague as great as an ill newes . Ab. Fraunce . Delay in loue breeds doubts , but sharpe deniall death· W. Shakespeare . — Intermission suffers men dispute , What dangers are , and cast with further care , Colde doubt cauells with honour , scorneth fame , And in the end feare waighes downe faith with shame ▪ S. Daniel . Where hearts be knit , what helpes if not in ioy ? Delay breeds doubts , no cunning to be ioy . M. D. Delight . In things without vs , no Delight is sure· G. Chapman . A sweete in shape is but a bad Delight . D. Lodge . Prosperitie a flatterer is found , Delight is fearelesse till it feele the wound . M. D. Vid . Pleasure . Desire . — Desire , whom not the firmament , Nor aire , nor earth , nor Ocean can content , Whose lookes are hookes , whose bellies bottomlesse , Whose hands are gripes to scrape with greedines , Vnder whose command , She brings to field a rough vnruly band , First , secret burning , mightie swoln ambition , Whom Epicurus many worlds suffice not , Whose furious thirst of proud aspiring dies not , Whose hands transported with phantasticke passion , Beare painted steeples in imaginaton . I. Syluister . Transl . Amongst the most , the worst , we best can chuse , T is easie to desire , but hard to vse . M. Drayton . Desire hath philters , which desire procure . Idem . If blinde desire thy heart hath once embraced , Inthrall'd it is , and honour so defaced . . ˙ . ˙ Desire with small encouraging growes bolde . M. Drayton . What can be said that Louers cannot say ? Desire can make a Doctor in a day . Idem . Things much retain'd , do make vs much desire them , And bewties seldome seene , makes vs admire them . Idem . Destinie . Sad Clotho held the rocke , the whiles the thrid By grisly Lachesis , was spunne with paine , That cruell Atropos eft-soones vndid , With cursed knife cutting the twist in twaine , Most wretched mē , whose daies depēdonthrids so vain . E. of S. The holy Prophet brought Astolpho , where A Pallace ( seldome seene by mortall men ) Was plac't , by which , a thicke darke riuer ran , Each roome therein was full of diuers fleeces : Of Wolle , of Lint of Woll , or else of Cotten , An aged woman spunne the diuers peeces . Whose looke and hue did shew her old and rotten , Nor much vnlike vnto that labour this is . By which in sommer a new made silke is gotten , Where from the silke-wormes his fine garment taking , They reaue him of the cloathes of his owne making . For first in one large roome a woman span , Infinite thrids of diuers stuffe and hew , An other doth wi●h all the speed she can , With other stuffe the distaffe still renew : The thrid in feature like , and pale and wan , Seuers the faire f●om foule , the olde from new . Who be these here , the Duke demaunds his guide ? These be the fatall sisters he replide : The Parcaes that the thrid of life do spin To mortall men , hence death and nature , knowe When life must end , and when it must begin . Now she that doth deuide them , and bestow The course from finer , and the thick from thin Workes to that kinde , that those which finest grow , For ornaments in Paradice must dwell . The course are curst , to be consum'd in hell . Further , the Duke did in the place behold , That when the thrids were spent that had bene spunne Theit names in brasse , in siluer , and in gold Were wrote , and so into great heapes were donne . From which , a man that seemed wondrous old With whole loades of those names away did runne , And turn'd againe as fast , the way he went , Nor neuer weary was , nor neuer spent . This aged man did hold his pace so swift , As though to runne , he had bene onely borne , And in the lappet of his cloake were borne The names , &c. This was time . An heape of names within his cloake he bore , And in the riuer did them all vnlade : Or to say truth , away he cast them all , Into this streame , which Laethe we do call . S. I. Harr. Transl . Vide. Fame . — You sad daughters of the quiet night , Which in your priuate resolution wright , What hath , or shall vpon our fortunes light , Whose stories none may see , much lesse recite ; You rulers of the Gods. I. Markham . Downe in the bottome of the deepe Abisse , Where Demogorgon in dull darknesse p●nt , Far from the view of Gods , or heauens blisse , The hidious Chaos , there dreadfull dwelling is . Ed. Spencer . What man can turne the streame of Destenie ? Or breake the chaine of strong necessitie ? Which fast is tide to Iones eternall seate ? Idem . — What shal be shall . There is no choice , Things needs must driue as Destenie decreeth : For which we ought in all our haps reioyce , Because the eye eternall , things foreseeth : Which to no ill at any time agreeth , For ills , too ill to vs , be good to it , So farre his skill exceeds , our reache of wit. I. H. Mir. of M. Woe worth the wight that striues with Gods foresight They are not wise , but wickedly do erre , Which thinke ill deeds due destenies may barre . Idem . No hūble speech nor mone , may moue the fixed stint . Of Destinie or death : such is the will that paints The earth with colours fresh , the darkish skies with store Of Starry light . Ed. Spencer . Walls may a while keepe out an enemie , But neuer castle kept out destinie . M. Drayton . — Who can deceiue his destinie ? Or weene by warning to auoyd his fate ? That when he sleepes in most securitie , And safest seemes , him soonest doth amate , And findeth due effect , or soone , or late , So feeble is the power of fleshly arme . Ed. Spencer . — That which Ioue and Destinie haue done , Men may lament , but neuer disanull . Ch. Fitz. vide fate . Dispaire . Ere long they came where that same wicked wight His dwelling has , lowe in a hollowe Caue , Farre vnderneathe a craggy clift vpright , Darke , dolefull , drery , like a drery graue , That still for carion carkasses doth craue . On top whereof , aye dwells the ghastly Owle , Shriking his balefull note , which euer draue Farre from that haunt , all other chearefull fowle . And all about it wandring ghostes do waile and houle ▪ And all about olde stockes and stubs of trees , Whereas , nor fruite , nor leafe was euer seene , Did hang vpon the ragged rocky trees , On which had many witches hanged beene , Whose carkasses were scattered on the greene , And throwne about the cliffes . Ed. Spencer . That darkesome caue they enter , where they finde That cursed man , lowe sitting on the ground , Musing full sadly in his sullen minde : Hi● grisly locks , long growne and vnbound , Disordered hung about his shoulders round And hid his face ; through which his hollowe eies Lookt deadly , dull , and stared as astound . His rawebone cheekes through penurie and pine , Were shrunke into his iawes , as he did neuer dine , His garment nought but many ragged clouts , With thornes together pind and patched was , The which his naked sides he wraps abouts . And him beside , there lay vpon the grasse , Adrery coarse , whose life away did passe , All wallowed in his owne , yet luke-warme blood , That from his wound yet welled fresh a lasse . In which a rustie knife fast fixed stood , And made an open passage for the gushing flood . Idem . Me thought by night , a grisly ghost in darke I sawe , Eke euer still to me with stealing steps she drew , ●he was of colour pale , and deadly hew , Her clothes resembled thousand kinds of thrall , And pictures plaine of hastned deaths withall . I. H. Mir. of M. — Dispaire The factor for improuident restraint . I. Markeham . — Dispaire , that deepe disdained elfe , Delightlesse liues , still stabbing of her selfe . D. Lodge . — As it is not lawfull for a man At such a Kings departure or decease , To leaue the place , and falsifie his faith , So in this place we ought not to surrender That deerer part , till heauen it selfe commaund it . For as they lent vs life to do vs pleasure , So looke they for returne of such a treasure . Th. Kyd. Farre greater folly is it for to kill Themselues dispairing , then is any ill . I. H. M. of M. Be resolute , not desperate , the Gods that made thee poore , Can if they will ( do wait their will ) thy former state rest●●● W. Warner . — When last need to desperation driueth Who dareth the most , wisest counsell giueth . S. I. Harrington . We may in warre sometime take truce with foes , But in Dispaire , we cannot with our woes . M. Drayton . Dispaire hath euer daunger all contemned . Idem Diuell . Hells prince , sly parent of reuolts , and lies . I. Syluister . O ruthlesse murderer of immortall soules , A lasse , to pull vs from the happie poales , And plunge vs headlong in the yawning hell , Thy ceaselesse fraudes and fetches who can tell ? Thou play'st the Lyon when thou doost ingage , Blood-thirstie Neroes barbarous heart with rage , While flesht in murders , butcherlike he paints The Saint-poore world , with the dear blood of Saints ▪ Thou plaiest the dog , when by the mouth prophane , Of some false Prophets thou doest belch thy bane . Where from the Pulpet barkingly he rings , Bold blasphemies against the King of Kings . Thou plai'st the swine when plung'd in pleasures vile , Some Epicure doth sober mindes defile , Transforming lewdly by his loose impietie , Sweete Lacedemon to a soft societie . Thou plaiest the Nightingale , or else the swan , When any famous Rhetorician With captious wit , and curious language drawes , Seduced hearers , and subuerts the lawes . Thou play'st the foxe when thou doest faine aright . The face and phrase of some deepe Hypocrite . True painted tombe , dead seeming cole , but quicke , A scorpion fell , whose hidden taile doth pricke : Yet this were little , if thy spight audacious , Spar'd ( at the least ) the face of angels gracious , And if thou didst not apely immitate Th' almighties workes , the wariest wits to mate . I. Syl. Transl . The ghostly enemie doth not stay , Till tempted persons do obay . Yeeld to him , he a Lyon is , Gaine stood a flie , his pray doth mis. Ignoto . A subtill Pandar with more inticing rights , Then sea hath fish , or heauen hath twinckling lights . I. Syl. As a false Louer that thicke snares hath laide , To entrap th' honour of a faire yoong maide , When she ( though listening ) litle eare affords , To his sweete courting deepe affected words , Feares some asswaging of his freezing flame , And soothes himselfe with hope to gaine his game , And wrapt with ioy vpon this point persists , That parlying cittie neuer long resists . Euen so the serpent that doth counterfet A guilefull call to allure vs to his net : Perceiuing Eue his flattering gloze disgest , He prosecutes , and iocund doth not rest , Till he haue tried foote , hand , head and all , Vpon the breach of this new battered wall . I. Syl. Transl . Discord . Hard by the gates of hell her dwelling is , There where as all the plagues and harmes abound ▪ Which punish wicked men that walke amis . It is a darkesome delue , far vnder ground , And thornes which barren brookes inuirond roun● That none the same may easily out win , Yet many waies to enter may be found , But none to issue forth when one is in , For Discord harder is to end then to begin . Ed. Spencer . Ate , mother of debate And all dissention which doth daily grow Amongst fraile men , that many a publike state And many a priuate oft it doth ore●unne . Idem . — He knew her weed of sundry hew , Patched with infinit vnequall lists , Her skin in sundry naked places view , At diuers rents and cuts he may that lists : Her haire was gray , and red , and black and blew , And hard and soft , in laces some she twists : Some hangeth downe , vpright some standeth staring , As if each haire with other had bene squaring . Her lap was full of writs and of citations , Of processes , of actions , and arrests , Of bills , of answeres , and of replications , Greeuing the simple sort with great vexations . She had resorting to her as her guests Attending on her circuits and her iournies , Suters and Clarkes , Lawiers , and Atturnies . S. I. Harr. Transl . Her face most foule and filthy was to see , With squinted eyes contrariwise intended : And loathly mouth'd , vnmeet a mouth to bee . That nought but gall and venome comprehended , ●nd wicked words that God and man offended . Her lying tongue was in two parts diuided , ●nd both the parts did speak , and both contended : ●nd as her tongue so was her heart descided . That neuer thought on them , but doubly still was guided Ed. Spencer . All like as drops ingender mightie flouds , And little seeds sprout forth great leaues and buds : Euen so small strifes if they be suffered runne , Breed wrath and warre , and death ere they be donne . M. of Magist . Concord in kingdomes is great assurance , And royall fame lies do neuer fall : But where discord doth lead the doubtfull dance , With busie brawles , and termes of variance , Where malice minstrell is , the pipe ill report , The mask mischiefe , and so doth end the sport . , Idem . Fire-brand of hell first tinde in Phlegeton , By thousand suries , and from thence outthrowne Into this world , to worke confusion , And set it all on fire by force vnknowne , Is wicked discord ; whose small sparkes once blowne , None but a God or godlike man can slake : Such as was Orpheus , that when strife was growne Amongst those famous Imps of Greece , did take His siluer harp in hand , & shortly friends them mak● Ed. Spencer . O cruell discord , food of deadly hate , O mortall corsiue to a common-weale : Death-lingring consumption to a state , A poysoned sore that neuer salue could heale . O soule contagion , deadly killing feuer , Infecting oft , but ●o be cured neuer . M. Drayton . A state diuided , cannot firmly stand : Two Kings within one realm could neuer rest . T. Kyd. Dissimulation . — Fierce lightening from her eies Did set on fier faire Heroes sacrifice : Which was her torne robe and inforced haire , And the bright flame became a maid most faire For her aspect ; her tresses were of wire , Knit like a net , where harts all set on fire , Struggled in pants and could not get releast : Her armes were all with golden pincers drest , And twentie fashioned knots , pullies and brakes , And all her body girdled with printed snakes . Her downe parts in a scorpion taile combinde , Freckled with twenty colours p●edwings shinde Out of her shoulders ; cloth did neuer die , Nor sweeter colours euer viewed eie . In scorching Turkey , Cares , Tartarie : Then shinde about this spirit notorious , Nor was Arachnes web so glorious . Of lightning and of shreds she was begot , More hold in base dissemblers is there not . Her name was Eronusis . G. Chapman . The colours of dissemblance and deceit , Were died deep in graine , to seeme like truth . Ed. Spencer . Better a wretch then a dissembler . E. Gilpin . — Commonly in dissimulations Th' excesse of glauering doth guile ●●tect , Reason refuseth falshood to direct . The will therefore for feare of being spied , Exceedeth meane , because it wanteth guide . M. of M. — Commonly all that counterfeit In any thing , exceed the naturall meane , And that for feare of fa●●ing in their feat . Idem . The louely lookes , the sighes that storme so sore , The due of deep dissembling doublenesse : These may attempt , but are of power no more , Where beautie leanes to wit and soothfastnesse . D. Lodge . — Who hath to doo With deep dissemblers , must dissemble too . Ch. Middleton . Vid . Hypocrisie . End. — The End doth alwaies proue the fact , By End we iudge the meaning of the act . S. I. H. Transl . Begin where lightnesse wil , in shame it ends . G. Chapman . Earth . Thus whilest he laid his head vpon her lap , She in a fiery mantle doth him wrap : And carries him vp from his lumpish mould , Into the skies whereas he might behold Th' earth in perfect roundnesse of a ball , Exceeding globes most artificiall . Which in a fixed point nature disposed , And with the sundry elements inclosed . Which as the Center , permanent doth stay , When as the skies in their diurnall sway : Strongly maintaine the euerturning course , Forced alone by their first mouers source . Where he beholds the aiery regions , Whereas the clouds and strange impressions Maintaind by coldnesse often do appeare : And by the highest region of the aire Vnto the clearest element of fire , Which to her siluer footstoole doth appeere . M. Drayton . The Moone is darkned to all creatures eies , Whilest in the shadow of the earth she lies : For that the earth of nature cold and drie , A very Chaos of obscuritie : Whose globe exceeds her compasse by degrees , Fixed vpon her superficies . When in his shadow she doth hap to fall , Doth cause her darknes to be generall . Idem . — Earth Beares all her sonnes and daughters in one wombe , She Europes , Ameriques , Affriques , Asians toombe . Idem . — Earth cannot comprehend The secret depths of iudgements all diuine , Where is no ground beginning , midst nor fine . I. Syluester . Transl . O trustlesse state of earthly things , and slipper hope Of mortall men , that swinke and worke for nought : And shooting wide , doth misse the marked scope . Now haue I turnd ( a lesson dearly bought ) That nis on earth assurance to be sought . Ed. Spencer . A narrow roome our glory vaine vnties , A little circle doth our pride containe : Earth like an I le amid the water lies , Which sea sometime is cald , sometime the maine . Yet nought therein resounds a name so great , It 's but a lake , a pond , a marish street . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . Our mother earth nere glories in her frute , Till by the sunne clad in her tinsell sute : Nor doth she euer stare him in the face , Till in her glorious armes she him imbrace . Which proues she hath a soule , sence , and delight , Of generation , feeling , appetite . M. Drayton . To know our selues to come of humane birth , These sad afflictions crosse vs here on earth . A taske imposde by heauens eternall lawe , To keepe our rude rebellions well in awe . M. Drayton . Next vnto him , malicious Enuie rode , Vpon a rauenous Wolfe , and still did chawe Betweene his cankred teeth a venomous tode , That all the poyson ranne about his iawe . But inwardly he chawed his owne mawe At neighbours wealth , that made him euer sad , For death it was when any good he sawe , And wept , that cause of weeping none he had , But when he heard of harme , he waxed wondrous glad . Ed. Spencer . The other held a snake with venome fraught , On which she fed and gnawed hungerly : As if that long she had not eaten ought , That round about the iawes we might discry The bloody gore , and poyson dropping loathsomly . Her name was Enuie , knowne well thereby , Whose nature is to greeue and grudge at all That she sees done praise worthily : Whose sight to her is greatest crosse may fall , And vexeth so , that makes her eate her gall : For when she wanteth other thing to eate , She feedes on her owne ma● vnnaturall . And of her owne foule entrailes make her meate , Meate fit for such a monsters monstrous diet . Idem . I chaunced on a monster of a man , With health heart sicke , sterued with store of foode , With riches poore , with beautie pale and wan , Wretched with happinesse , euil with good . One eye did enuie at the th' other eie : Because the other enuide more then hee , His hands did fight for the first iniurie , So Enuie enuide , enuide to be . And as he went , his tender foote was sore , And enuide at the foote that went before . Th. Bastard . This monster honors hurt , is like the curre That barkes at strangers comming at the durre . But sparing alwaies those are to her knowne , To them most gentle , to the others throwne . This monster al 's is like a rauing cloude , Which threatens alwaies kindly Vulcan loude To smore and drowne him with her powring raine , Yet force of fire repels his force againe . K. of S. Oft malice makes the mind to shed the boyled brine , And enuies humor oft vnlades , by conduits of the eine . T. W. Enuy liues with vs whilst our selues suruiue , But when we die , it is no more aliue . Ch. Fitz Ieffry. The knottie Oake and wainscot old , Within doth eate the silly worme , Euen so a mind in enuy cold , Alwaies within it selfe doth burne . Idem . Each sence may common subiects comprehend , Things excellent the sensitiue confound : The eye with light and colours may contend : The care endure the note of common sound Both faile , when glorious beames and strokes abound ▪ So Enuy that at meanest things beares spight , Stands mute at view of vnexspected height . Th. Storer . — Enuy harboureth most in feeblest brest . S. Phil. Sidney . Fell enuies cloud , still dimmeth vertues ray . Ed. Spencer . Foule enuie , thou the partiall iudge of right , Sonne of deceit , borne of that harlot hate : Nursed in hell , a vile and vgly sprite , Feeding on slaunder , cherisht with debate , Neuer contented with thine owne estate : Deeming alike , the wicked and the good , Whose words be gall , whose actions end in blood . M. Drayton . Enuie doth cease , wanting to feede vpon . Idem . Like as the poyze that would the palme represse Doth cause the bowes spread larger round about : So spite and enuie causeth glory sprout , And aye the more the top is ouertroad , The deeper doth the same roote spread abroad . M. of M. Sicilian Tyrants yet did neuer finde Then Enuie , greater torment of the minde . Idem . Our dayes are stampt in Enuies mint , And this our age cast in the Iron mold , Our hearts are hew'd out of Cancasean flint , And two leau'd plates of brasse our brest enfold , Hate waxeth yoong , the world thus waxing old , And best we like them , that do vs loue the least , And least we loue them , whom we should like best . Ch. Fitz Geffrey . Error . — His gliste●ing armour made A little glooming light , much like a shade : By which she saw the vgly monster plaine , Halfe like a serpent , horribly displaied , But th' other halfe did womans shape retaine , Most loathsome , filthy , foule , and full of vile disdaine . And as she lay vpon the dyrtie ground , Her huge long taile , her den all ouerspred , Yet was in knots , and many bouts vpwound : Pointed with mortall sting : of her there bred A thousand yoong ones , which she daily fed , Sucking vpon her poysoned dugges , each one Of sundrie shapes , yet all ill sauoured . Soone as the vncouth light vpon them shone , Into her mouth they crept , and suddenly were gone . Ed. Spencer . To erre is proper vnto men , and but brutish to persist ▪ W. Warner . — Errors are no errors , but by fate , For oft the euent makes foule faults fortunate . S. Daniell . — Errors left vnpunisht , are profest , And being not defended , are opprest . Ch. Middleton . To heare good counsell , error neuer loues . D. Lodge . — Errors are hardly moued , That loue doth breed in an vnaduised brest . S. I. H. Transl . A stony coldnesse hath benumbde the sence , And liuely spirits of each liuing wight , And dim'd with darknesse their intelligence , Darkenes more then Cymerians day by night , And monsters Error flying in the aire , Hath mar'd the face of all that seemeth faire . Ed. Spencer . Faith. — Fidelia Like sunny beames threw forth her christall face , That could haue mazde the r●r'st beholders sight , And roūd about her head did shine like heauens light She was araied all in Lilly white , And in her right hand bare a Cup of Gold , With wine and water filld vp to the height . In which a serpent did himselfe infold , That horror made to all that did behold , But she nowhit did change her constant minde . And in her other hand , she full did hold , A booke that was both signd and seald with bloud . Ed. Spencer . Faith sits triumphant on a coach of gold , Of Tuballs worke , where costly Saphires shine , Rich Diamonds , and many Rubies fine , And if ought else , the worke more costly hold , This glorious chariots rowling wheeles are like The holy wheeles the great Ezechiel sawe , For owne selfe spirit , selfe winde and will doth drawe , Their restesse courses equall both alike , The bird that led the Romaine standerds out The bird that fixed can oppose his eies , Against the greatest light in all the skies , High through the ayre drawes this rich Coach about . Faith flaunts it not in siluer nor in gold . Nor precious scarlet of the Tyrian die : Nor paints her face to hide deformitie , But as she is , she doth her selfe vnfolde , Her body that all bodies doth disgrace , Like Iunoes bird is full of watching eies , Whose holy glaunces pierce the loftie skies , Pierce the hie heauens , and see God face to face . She hath great store of flowing tongues to praise The Lord of hoastes : she hath most mightie wings , ( Passing the swiftnes of all mortall things ) That in a moment vp to heauen her raise , Her glorious head is compast with a crowne Nor made of Oliue , pine , or Lawrell bowe , Nor Parsly wreath which Graecians did allowe . Th' olympian gaimes for signalls of renowne , But of fresh Roses pluckt from honours tree , That neuer shrinke for winters chilling frost , Nor wither not when Titan hotely tostes , But by the Lord for euer watered bee . I. Syl. Transl . Faith friendly porter of heauens Christall hold , Conduct vs straight before the throne of gold : O● Gods great grace , there prostrate on her knee , Doth praier speake in name of all the three . I. S. Transl . What was the world before the world ? or God ere he was God Why this he did , or doth not that , this biddē or forbod : I dare not thinke , or arrogate such misteries diuine , Faith with her wits significant suffice these wits of mine : To loue God and our neighbours as our selfe is all in fine . W. Warner . Drawe thy forces all vnto thy hart , The strongest fortresse of this earthly part : And on these three , let thy assurance lie , On faith , hope , and humilitie . M. Drayton . Faith is thy Fort , thy shield , thy stronger aide , Neuer controll'd , nere yeelded , ne dismaide : Which doth dilate , vnfold , foretell , expresseth , Which giues rewards , inuesteth and possesseth . Idem . Faith hath not onely power on things terrene Both hie , and lowe , but oftentimes doth force Gods iustice too , and sometimes seemes perforce , Gods purposes to change and alter cleane . I. Syl. — The hardest things faith makes most possible . Idem . — Euen the faithfull flocks are like the ground , That for good fruite , with weedes will still abound : If that the share and coulter idle lie , That riues the share , and rootes the brambles bie . Th. Hudson . Transl . Adde faith vnto your force , and be not faint . Ed. Spencer . Onely faith doth iustifie say we , of Gods free grace , By Christ , nor faith is idle , but doth charitie embrace . W. Warner . Fame . A monster swifter none is vnder sunne . Encreasing as in waters we discrie , The circles small of nothing that begin , Which at the length , vnto such breadth do come , That of a drop which from the skies do fall , The circles spread , and hide the waters all . So Fame in flight encreasing more and more , For at the first , she is not scarcely knowne , But by and by she flits from shore to shore , To clouds from th' earth , her stature straight is growne There whatsoeuer by her trumpe is blowne , The sound that both by sea and land out-flies , Rebounds againe , and verberates the skies : They say , the earth that first the Giants bred , For anger that the Gods did them dispatch , Brought forth this sister of those monsters dead , Full light of foote , swift wings , the winds to catch , Such monster erst did nature neuer hatch . As many plumes she hath as top to toe , So many eyes them vnderneath or moe : And tongues do speake : so many eares do harke , By night tweene heauen she flies and earthly shade , And shreaking takes no quiet sleepe by darke , On houses roofes , or towers as keeper made , She fits by day , and cities threates to inuade , And as she tells what things she sees by view , She rather shewes that's fained false , then true , I. H. Mir. of M. Fame in a stoale of purple set with eies , And eares , and tongues , caried a golden booke , Vpon the couer , this I sawe engrau'd . Pauci quos aequus amauit Iupiter , aut ardeus euerit ad aethera virtus Dijs geniti . G. Peele . Fame with golden wings aloft doth flie , Aboue the reach of ruinous decay , And with braue plumes doth beate the ayrie skie , Admir'd of base borne men , from far away . Ed. Spencer . The Brazen Trompe of Iron winged fame , That mingleth truth with forged lies . E. Fairfax . Transl . Then came they to the foule and loathsome lake , Darke , deepe , and mirie , of a dreadfull hue , Where was the aged man that neuer stinted To carrie bundles of the names imprinted . This was the man , whom ( as I told before ) Nature and custome so swift of foote had made , He neuer rested , but ran euermore . And with his comming he did vse this trade : A heape of names within his cloake he bare , And in the Riuer did them all vnlade : Or to ( say truth ) away he cast them all , Into this streame which Laethe we do call . This prodigall old wrerch no sooner came Vnto this cursed riuers barren banke , But desperately without all feare of blame , Or caring to deserue reward or thanke , He hurl'd therein full many a precious name , Where millions soone into the bottome sanke : Hardly in euery thousand one was found , That was not in the gulfe quite lost and dround : Yet all about great store of birds there flew , As vultures , carren crowes , and chattering pies , And many moe of sundrie kinds and hew , Making leaude harmonie with their loude cries , These when the carelesse wretch the treasure threw Into the streame , did all they could deuise , What with their tallents some , and some with beake To saue these names , but find themselues too weake . For euer as they thought themselues to raise , To beare away those names of good renowne , The waight of them , so heauie downeward waies , They in the streame were driuen to cast them downe , Onely two swans sustain'd so great a paize In spight of him that sought them all to drowne , These two did still take vp whose names they list , And bare them safe away , and neuer mist . Sometime all vnder the foule lake they diued , And tooke vp some that were with water couered : And those that seem'd condemned , they repriued . And often as about the banke they houered , They caught them , ere they to the streame arriued , Then went they with the names they had recouered , Vp to a hill that stood the water nie , On which a stately Church was built on hie . This place is sacred to immortall fame , And euermore a Nimph stands at the gate , And tooke the names wherewith the two swans came , Whether they early come , or whether late . Then all about the Church she hang'd the same , Before that sacred Image in such rate , As they might then well be assur'd for euer , Spight of that wretch , in safetie to perseuer . S. I. Harr. Transl . Fame on his right hand in a roabe of gold , Whose stately traine , Time as her page did beare : On which for rich imbroydery was enrold , The deeds of all the Worthies euer were : So strongly wrought as wrong could not impaire , Whose large memorialls she did still reherse , In Poets man immortallizing verse . Two tablets on her goodly brest she bore , The one of Christall , the other Ebonie , Engrau'd with names of all that liu'd before That ; the faire booke of heauenly memorie : Th' other , the base scrowle of Infamie . One stuft with Poets , Saints , and Conquerors , Th' other , with Atheists , Tyrants , Vsurers , And in her word appeared as a wonder , Her daring force , and neuer failing might : Which softly spake farre off , as 't were a thunder , And round about the world would take their flight , And bring the most obscured things to light . That still the farther off , the greater still , Did euer sound our good , or make our ill . M. Drayton . Her dwelling is betwixt the earth and skies , Her Turret vnto heauen her top vpreares : The windowes made of Lynceus piercing eies , And all the walles be made of daintiest eares , Where euery thing that 's done in earth appeares . No word is whispered in this vaultie round , But in her pallace straitwaies it doth sound : The rafters , trumpets which do rend the aire , Sounding aloud each name that thither comes . The chinkes like tongues of all things talking heere , And all things past , in memorie do beare . The doores vnlocke with euery word man saith , And opens wide with euery little breath . It 's hung about with armes and conquering spoiles , The pillers which support the roofe of this , Are trophies grauen with Herculean toiles . The roofe of garlands , crowne , and ensignes is : In midst of which a Christall Pyramis , All ouer caru'd with men of most renowne , Whose base is her faire chaire , the spire her crowne . Idem . — Fame Refuge of hope , the harbinger of truth , Hand-mayd of heauen vertues skilfull guide , The life of life , the ages springing youth : Tryumph of ioy , eternities faire bride , The virgins glory , and the martyrs pride . The courages immortall raising fire , The very height to which great thoughts aspire : The staire by which men to the starres do clime : The minds first mouer greatnes to expresse , Faiths armour , and the vanquisher of time . A pleasant sweet against deaths bitternesse , The hie reward which doth all labours blesse : The studie which doth heauenly things impart , The ioy amidst the tedious waies of art . Learnings greene lawrell , Iustice glorious throne , The Muses chariot , memories true food : The Poets life , the gods companion , The fire-reuiuing Phaenix sun-nurst brood . The spirits eternall image , honours good . The Balsamum which cures the souldiers scarres , The world , discouering seamens happy starres . Idem . A loftie subiect of it selfe doth bring , Graue words and waightie , of it selfe diuine : And makes the authors holy honour shine . If ye would after ashes liue , beware : To do like Erostrate , who burnt the faire Ephesian Temple , or to win a name To make of brasse a cruell calfe vntame . K. of S. — Incorporeall Fame Whose waight consists in nothing but her name , Is swifter then the wind , whose tardy plumes Are reeking water , and dull earthly fumes . Ch. Marlowe . Fame ( whereof the world seemes to make such choyce ) Is but an Eccho and an idle voyce . S. Daniell . Vnto this Hydra are we subiect still , Who dares to speake , not caring good or ill . Better it is without renowne to be , Then be renownd for vile iniquitie . K. of K. — Fame the queene of immortalitie . Ch. Fitz Ieffrey . Death hath no dart to slay deserued Fame . Ch. Fitz. This iealous monster hath a thousand eies , Her aiery body hath a thousand wings : Now on the earth , now vp to heauen she flies . And here and there with euery wind she flings : Nothing so secret but to her appeareth , And apt to credit euery thing she heareth . Foule babling , tell tale , secrets soone bewraier , The aire bred Eccho , the speaker of lies : Shrill-sounding trompet , truths vnkind betraier . False larum-bell , awaking dead mens eies . Fond pratling parrat telling all thou hearest , Oft furthest off , when as thou shouldst be nearest . M. Drayton . The path is set with danger , leads to fame , When Minos did the Grecians flight denie , He made him wings and mounted through the skie . Idem . Still fame wil grow if once abroad it flie , Whether it be a troth , or be a lie . Idem . Fame doth explore what lies most secret hidden , Entring the closet of the pallace dweller , A broad reuealing what i● forbidden , Of truth and falshood both an equall teller , T is not a guard can serue for to expell her : The sword of iustice cannot cut her wings , Nor stoppe her mouth from vttering secret things . S. Daniell . Celestiall goddesse euer-liuing fame , Mineruaes daughter by faire Maias sonne , Of all th' inhabitants of heauens faire frame : Most highly honored since the world begunne , And shall be till the fatall glasse be runne . Soules sweet receit , the healths restoratiue : Hearts cordiall , the minds preseruatiue . Goddesse of thoughts , muse animating appetite , Aulter of honour , simple of renowne , Shrine of deuotion , yeelding art her merite : Life 's richest treasure , vertues gorgious gowne , Heauens best abilliment , Ariadnes crowne . The Cynosura of the purest thought , Faire Helice , by whom the heart is taught . Ch. Fitz Ieffrey . Famine . A grisly shape of Famine might we see , With greedy lookes and gaping mouth that cride And would torment as she should there haue dide : Her body thin and bare as any bone , Whereto was left nought but the case alone : And that alas was gnawne on euery where , All full of holes , that I ne mought refraine From teares to see how she her armes could teare , And with her teeth gnash on her bones in vaine , When all for nought she faine would so sustaine Her staruen corps , that rather seem'd a shade , Then any substance of a creature made . Great was her force , whom stone walles could not stay , Her tearing nayles snatching at all she sawe : With gaping iawes , that by no meanes y may Be satisfied from hunger of her mawe , But eates her selfe , as she that hath no lawe : Gnawing alas her carkas all in vaine , While you may count each sinew , bone and vaine : On her , while we thus firmly fixt our eie , That bled for ●uth of such a drery sight , Lo suddenly she shrikte in so huge wise , As made hell gates to shiuer with the might : Where with a dart we sawe how it did light Right on his brest , and therewithall pale death Enthrilling it , to reaue her of her breath . M. Sackuile . Meane cates are welcome still to hungry guests . B. Ioh. Fancie . Fancie we feele includes all passions might . S. Phil. Sydney . Fancie by kind , with reason striueth still . Th. Watson . — Vid. loue Fate . What God hath said , that cannot but ensue , Though all the world would haue it ouerthrowne : When men suppose by fetches of their owne To flie their Fate , they further on the same , Like blasts of winde , which oft reuiue the flame . M. of M. The heauens do rule in their continuall course , That yeelds to Fate , that doth not yeeld to force . M. Drayton . Chaunce is vncertaine , fortune double faced . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . — Demogorgon ruler of the Fates . R. Greene. — The Fates can make Waie for themselues , their purpose to pertake . Ed. Spencer . — What the Fates do once decree , Not all the gods can chaunge , nor Ioue himself can free . Idem . — The lawes of Fate Being grau'n in steele , must stand inuiolate . Th. Dekkar . Who can escape what his owne Fate hath wrought , The work of heauens wil , surpasse all humane thought . Ed. Spencer . — Who can deceiue his destenie ? Or weene by warning to auoid his Fate ? That when he sleepes in more securitie And safest seemes , him soonest doth amate , And findeth due effect , or soone or late So feeble is the power of fleshly arme . Idem . — Indeed the Fates are firme , And may not shrinke though all the word do shake : Yet ought mens good endeuours them confirme , And guide the heauenly causes to their cōstant terme . Idem . Each man they say his Fate hath in his hands , And what he makes or marres to leese or saue , Of good or euil , is euen selfe do , selfe haue . I. H. M. of M. The Fates farre off , foreseene come gently neare . M. Drayton . Our Fate is not preuented though fore-knowne , For that must hap decreed by heauenly powers , Who worke our fall , yet make the fault still ours . S. Daniell . — Fate Keeps in eternall darke our fortunes hidden , And ere they come to know them , t is forbidden . Idem . All men are men in ignorance of Fate , To alter chance , exceedeth humane state . I. Markham . The heauens do rule in their continuall course , That yeelds to Fate , that doth not yeeld to force . M. Drayton . Feare . — Feare all arm'd from top to toe , Yet thought himselfe not safe enough thereby , But fear'd each shadow mouing too and fro , And his owne armes whom glistering he did spie , Or clashing heard , he fast away did flie As ashes pale of hew , and winghie heeld , And euermore on danger fixt his eie , Gainst whom he alwaies bent a brazen sheeld , Which his right hand vnarmed faithfully did weeld . Ed. Spencer . Who so for fickle feare from vertue shrinkes , Shall in his life imbrace no worthy thing , No mortall man the cup of suretie drinkes . S. Phil. Sid. Feare is more paine then is the paine it feares , Disarming humane minds of natiue might : Where each conceit an vgly figure beares , Which were not euil , well viewd in reasons light . Idem . The gift being great , the feare doth still exceed , And extreame feare can neither fight nor flie , But cowardlike with trembling terror die . W. Shakespeare . The feare of ill , exceeds the ill we feare . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . Feare lendeth wings to aged folke to flie , And made them mount to places that were hie . Feare made the wofull child to waile and weepe , For want of speed , on foote and hands to creepe . Th. Hudson . Transl . Feare in a fearefull heart , frets more then plagues that he feareth . A. Fraunce . Feare that is wiser then the truth doth ill . S. D. Feare casts too deepe , and neuer is too wise . Idem . In vaine with terror is he fortified , That is not guarded with firme loue beside . Idem . A fearefull thing to tumble from a throne . M. Drayton . Where crowned might , & crossed right so near togither dwel Behoues that forrest flying feare whereof the Foxe doth tel , Our factious Lancaster & Yorke , thereof could witnes wel . VV. Warner . Thunder affrights the Infants in the schooles , And threatnings are the conquerors of fooles . I. Markham . Whom feare constraines to praise their Princes deeds , That feare eternall , hatted in them feeds . R. Greene. Feare misinterprets things , each angury The worser way he fondly doth imply . Weaknes is false , and faith in cowards rare , Feare findes our shifts , timitidie is subtill . S. Daniell . T is incident to those whom many feare , Many to them more greeuous hate to beare . M. Drayton . — He whom all men feare , Feareth all men euery where : ( Hate inforcing them thereto ) Maketh many vndertake Many things they would not do . Th. Kyd. The only good that growes of passed feare , Is to be wise , and ware of like againe . Ed. Spencer . A man to feare a womans moodie eire , Makes reason lie a slaue to seruile feare . S. Ph. Sydney . Nothing seene fearefull , we the most should feare , Great amistes rise before the greatest raine : The water deep'st , where we least murmure heare , In fairest Cups men temper deadliest baine . The nearer night , the ayre more cleare and still , The nearer to one deaths , least fearing ill . M. Drayton . — Bloodlesse , trustlesse , witlesse feare , That like an Aspen tree , trembles each where , She leads blacke terror , and blacke clownish shame , And drowsie sloth that counterfeiteth lame , With snailelike motion measuring the ground . Foule sluggish drone , barren ( but sinne to breed ) Diseased begger , steru'd with wilfull need . I. S. Transl . The feare of euill doth affright vs more , Then th' euill it selfe , though it seeme nere so sore . Fortitude . Rich buskind Seneca , that did declaime And first in Rome our tragicke pompe compile , Saith Fortitude is that , which in extreame , And certaine hazard all base feare exile . It guides saith he , the noble minde from farre , Through frost and fire , to conquer honours warre . I. Markham . Honey tong'd Tully Marmaid of our eares , Affirmes , no force can force true Fortitude : It with out bodies no communion beares . The soule and spirit , soly it doth include . It is that part of honestie , which reares The heart to heauen , and euer doth obtrude , Faint feare and doubt , still taking his delight In pe●ills , which exceed all perils might . Patience , perseuerance , greatnes , and strong trust , These Pages are to Fortitude their King : Patience that suffers , and esteemeth iust , What euer we for vertue fortunes brine . Perseuerance holds constant what we must , Greatnes that effects the guilded thing , And armed trust which neuer can dispaire , And hopes good happe how euer fatall deare . Idem . The man that hath of Fortitude and might , And thereto hath a Kingdome voyd withall , Except he also guide himselfe aright , His power and strength preuaileth but a small , He cannot scape at length , an haplesse fall . I. H. M. of M. The Romaine Sergius hauing lost his hand , Slew with one hand foure in a single fight , A thing all reason euer did withstand , But that bright Fortitude spreads forth her light . Pompey by shore held from th' Italian Land , And all his saylors quaking in his sight , First hoysed sailes , and cried amidst the strife , Ther 's need I goe , no need to saue my life . I. Markeham . Force without wisedome , is of little worth . G. Gascoigne . Greater force there needs to maintain wrōg thē right . Ed. Spencer . Agis that guilt the Lacedemon streete , Entending one day battaile with his foes , By counsell was repeld as thing vnmeete , The enemie being ten to one in shoes , But he replied , t is needfull that his feete With many heads , should lead to many blowes . And one being good , an armie is for ten : Foes to Religion , and knowne naughtie men , To him that told Dineceus how his foes Couered the sunne with darts and armed speares . He made replie , thy newes is ioy in woes , Wee 'le in the shadow fight , and conquer foes . I. Markham . — As to loue , the life for vertues flame , Is the iust act of a true noble will : So to contemne it , and her hopes exclude Is basenesse , rashnesse , and no Fortitude . Idem . Rash Isadas the Lacedemon Lord , That naked fought against the Theban power , Although they chain'd his valour by a cord , Yet was he finde for rashnes in that hower . And those which most his carelesse praise afford , Did most condemne what folly did deuoure : For in attempting , prowesse is not ment , But wisely doing what we do attempt . Idem . Felicitie . O had Felicitie feeling of woe ? Or could on meane but moderately feede ? Or would looke downe the way that he must goe ? Or could abstaine from what diseases breede ? To stop the wound before to death it bleede ? Warre should not fill Kings pallaces with mone , Nor perill come , when t is least thought vpon . M. Drayton . Folly Fooles . Folly in youth is sinne , in age is madnes . S. Daniel . A greater signe of Folly is not showne , Then trusting others force , distrust our owne : S. I. Harr. Transl . — Wicked men repine their sinnes to heare , And Folly flings , if counsell touch him neare . D. Lodge . Faire fooles delight to be accounted wise . Ch. Marlowe . Fooles will find fault without the cause discerning . And argue most of that they haue no learning . S. I. Harr. Transl . — There is a method , time , and place , Which fooles obseruing do cōmence , ere wise mē haue their grace . W. Warner . T is better be a foole then be a foxe , For Folly is rewarded and respected , Where subtiltie is hated and reiected . D. Lodge ▪ — The foolish commmons vse Obey them most , who doth them most abuse . S. I. Harrington . P. A witlesse foole may euery man him gesse , That leaues the more , and takes him to the lesse . G. Gascoigne . Flatterer . — Foule leasings and vile flatterie , Two filthy blots in noble genterie . Ed. Sp. When as we finely soothe our owne desires , Our best conceits do proue the greatest hers . M. Drayton . Nere was pretence so foule , but some would flatter it ▪ Nor any thing so pestilent , as misapplied wit. W. Warner . To be officious , getteth friends , plaine dealing hated is Yet better plainly to reproue , then fainedly to kis : We cannot also loue our friends , & Flatter their amis . Idem . — Flattery can neuer want rewards . D. Lodge . He twice offends , who sinne in flattery beares , Yet euery houre he dies , who euer feares . D. Lodge . The Lords & Ladies ouer rent , and cunningly the fine , The Parasite doth ouerreach , and bears away the gain . W. Warner . Yee sonnes of craft bearing as many faces , As Proteus , takes among the marine places , And force your natures all the best you can , To counterfeit the grace of some great man Chamelion like , who takes him in each hew , Of blacke or white , or yellow , greene , or blew , That comes him next , so you that finde the fashion To hurt the poore , with many a great taxation , You that do prease to haue the princes eare , To make your names in prouinces appeare , Ye subtill Thurins sell your fumish winde To wicked wights , whose sences ye do blinde . Th. Hudson . Transl . Time fawning spaniels , Mermaids on the earth . Trencher fed flies . Base Parasites , these elbowe-rubbing mates , A plague to all lasciuious wanton states : O filthy monkies , vile and beastly kind , Foule prating Parrats , birds of Harpy brood , A corasiue to euery noble minde . Vipers that sucke your mothers dearest blood : Mishapen monster , worst of any creature , A foe to all , an enemie to nature . M. Drayton . Fortune . Fortune as blinde as he whom she doth lead , Her feature chaung'd each minute of the houre , Her riggish feete fantastickly would tread : Now would she smile , and suddenly would lowre , And with one breath , her words are sweete and sowre . Vpon her foes she amorously doth glaunce , And on her followers coyly looke askaunce , About her necke ( it seem'd as for a chaine ) Some Princes crownes and broken scepters hung . Vpon her arme a lazie youth did leane , Which scornfully vnto the ground she flung , And with a wanton grace passing alone , Great bags of gold from out her bosome drew , And to base Pesants and fond Idiots threw . A duskie vale which hid her sightlesse-eies Like cloudes , which couer our vncertaine liues , Painted about with bloodie Tragedies , Fooles wearing crowns and wise men clog'd in giue● Now how she giues againe , how she depriues : In this blacke map this she her might discouers , In Camps and Courts , on souldiers , and on louers . M. Drayton . A hap , a chaunce , a casuall euent , The vulgars Idoll , and a childish terror : A what man will , a silly accident The maske of blindnesse , and disguise of error , Natures vile nickname , follies foolish mirror : A terme , a by-word , by tradition learn'd , A hearsay , nothing not to be discernd , A wanton feare , a silly Infants dreame , A vaine illusion , a meere fantasie : A seeming shade , a lunaticke mans dreame . A fond Aenigma , a flat heresie . Imaginations doting emperie . A folly in it selfe , it one selfe loathing , A thing that would be , and yet can be nothing . Disease of time , ambitions concubine : A minde intrancing snare , a slippery yce , The bait of death , destructions heady wine . Vaine-glories patron , the fooles paradice . Fond hope wherewith confusion doth intice . A vile seducing f●end , which haunts men still , To loose them in the errors of their will. Idem . O fortune the great Amorite of kings , Opinions breath , thou Epicurian aire : Inuention of mans soule , falsest of things , A step beyond our iudgement , and a staire Higher then men can reach with reasons wings . Thou blindfold Archeresse , thou that wilt not heare : Thou foe to persons , manners , times and all , That raisest worthlesse , while the worthiest fall . I. Markham . Ah fortune , nurse of fooles , poyson of hope , Fuell of vaine desires , deserts destruction ▪ Supposed soueraigne , through our vaine construction Princes of Paganisme , roote of impie●ie , Diuell on earth , masked in pietie . Scorne of the learned , follies elder scholler , Bastard of time , begot by vaine opinion : Against thy power , a peeuish proud resister . Mother of lies , and witnesse of illusion : Lampe of vain-glory , double faced shroe , Who smiles at first , succesfull , ends in woe . D. Lodge . Who wins her grace , must with atchiuements wo he● As she is blind , so neuer had she eares , Nor must with puling eloquence go to her : She vnderstands not sighes , she heares not praiers . Flattered she flies ; controld she euer feares . And though a while she nicely do forsake it , She i● a woman , and at length will take it . Nor euer let him dreame once of a crowne , For one bad cast that will giue vp his game , And though by ill hap he be ouerthrowne , Yet let him manage her till she be tame . M. Drayton . Fortune the folly is , and plague of those Which to the world their wretched will dispose . M. of M. All flesh is fraile and full of ficklenesse , Subiect to fortunes charme , still changing new , What haps to day to me , to morrow may to you . Ed. Spencer . Fortune the foe to famous chieuisance , Sildome or neuer yeelds to vertue aide : But in her way throwes mischiefe and mischance , Whereby her course is stopt , and passage laide . Idem . Mocke Gods they are , and many Gods induce , Who fortune faine to father there abuse . M. of M. — In vaine do men The heauens of there fortunes fault accuse , Syth they know best what is the best for them , For they to each such fortune do diffuse , As they do know each can most aptly vse : For not that which men couet most is best , Nor that thing worst which men do most refuse . But fittest is , that all contented rest With that they hold : each hath his fortune in his brest . Ed. Spencer . No fortune is so bad , our selues ne frame There is no chance at all hath vs preseru'd . There is no fate whom we haue need to blame : There is no desteny but is deseru'd : No lucke that leaues vs safe , or vnpreseru'd . Let vs not then complaine of fortunes skill , For all our good descends from Gods good will , And of our lewdnesse , springeth all our ill . M. of M. — They that do dwell on fortunes call , No sooner rise , but ready are to fall . D. Lodge . Looke how much higher fortune doth erect The climing wight on her vnstable wheele : So much the nigher may a man exspect To see his head where late he sawe his heele . Policrates hath prou'd it in effect , And Dyonisius that too true did feele Who long were luld on hie in fortunes lap : And fell downe suddenly to great mishap . On th' other side , the more man is oppressed And vtterly ouerthrowne by fortunes lowre , The sooner comes his state to be redressed , When wheele shall turn and bring the happie howre . Some from the Blocke haue growne to be so blessed . Whole realmes haue bene subuerted to their powre . As Marius and Ventidius sample is , In former age , and Lewes of France in this . S. I. Harr. Transl . — As the boystrous winde Doth shake the tops of highest reared towers , So doth the force of froward fortune strike The wight that highest sits in haughtie state . G. Gascoigne . — So wills the wanton queene of chance , That each man trace this Labyrinth of life : With slippery steps now wrongd by fortune strange , Now drawne by counsell from the maze of strife . D. Lodge . We all are proud when fortune fauours vs , As if inconstant chaunce were alwaies one : Or standing now , she would continue thus , O fooles looke backe , and see the rolling stone Whereon she blindly lighting sets her foote , And slightly sowes , that sildome taketh roote . Th. Kyd. Fortune the first and last that gouernes states . I. Markham . The blind-fold mistresse of vncertaine chaunge . D. Lodge . The wayward lady of this wicked world . Idem . Blind fortune faileth mighty ones , & meaner doth aduance . W. Warner . Blind fortune findeth none so fit to flout As Sures by sotts , which cast no kind of doubt . M. of M. — Fortune cannot raise Any one aloft without some others wracke , Flouds drowne no fields vnlesse they finde a bracke . Idem . Where power dwelles and riches rest , False fortune is a comely guest . E. of S. Think fortune newly hatcht is fledge , & waggeth wing to flie All suffer chāge , our selues new born , euen then begin to die . VV. VVarner . The man that fortune at commaund will keepe , He must be sure he neuer let her sleepe . M. Drayton . There neuer yet was Emperour or King , Could boast that he had fortune in a string . S. I. Harr. Transl . — All things to fortune are subiected , Chiefly in warres , that are by chaunce directed . Idem . Wheresoeuer fortune her bountie will bestow , There heauen and earth must pay what she doth owe. M. of M. The man whose thoughts to fortunes height aspires , Were better die then liue in lowe desires . Th. Achelly . Admit thou hadst Pactolian waues to land thee gold at will , Know Craesus did to Cyrus kneele , and thou maist speed as ill . W. Warner . Attempt not things beyond thy reach , ioyne fortune to thy will , Least Phebus chaire do els surcharge rash Phaethon his skill Idem . If fortune help whō thou woldst hurt , fret not at it the more , When Aiax storm'd , then from him the prize Vlisses bore . Idem . Good fortune drawes from heauen her descent , Making hie Ioue the roote of her large tree : She showes from him how many Godheads went , Archangels , Angels , heauens posteritie , From thence she showes the glorious thrid she lent , To Monarkes , Emperours and Kings in fee. Annexing as collateralls to her loue , Honour , vertue , valour and endlesse time . N●thelesse ill fortune will be elder borne She saith she springs from Saturne , Ioues wrongd syre , And heauen and earth , and hell , her coate haue borne Fresh bleeding hearts within a field of fyre : All that the world admires she makes her scorne , Who farthest seemes , is to ill fortune neere . And that iust proofe may her great praise commend , All that good chaunce begins , ill chaunce doth end . I. Markham . Ill fortune is attended by reproach , Good fortune fame and vertue stellifies . Idem . — What man can shun the happe , That hidden lies , vnwares him to surprise : Misfortune waits aduantage to entrappe The man most wary , in her whelming lappe . Ed. Spencer . The fortune that misfortune doth affoord , Is for to liue and die vnfortunate . Th. Achelly . Misfortune followeth him that tempteth fortune . Ch. Fitz Ieffrey . Friendship . Friends . The naturall affection soone doth cease , And quenched is with Cupids greater flame : But faithfull friendship doth them both suppresse : And them with maistring discipline doth tame Through thoughts aspiring , to eternall fame . Ed. Spencer . In friendship , soueraigne 't is as Mithridate , Thy friend to loue , as one whom thou maist hate . M. of M. Ne certes can that friendship long endure , How euer gay and goodly be the style , That doth ill cause or euill end endure , For vertue is the band which bindeth hearts most sure . Ed. Spencer . — Enmitie that of no ill proceeds , But of occasion , with the occasion ends , And friendship which a faint affection breeds , Without regard of good , lies like ill grounded seed . Ed. Spencer . With vertue chuse thy friend , with vertue him retaine , Let vertue be the ground , so shall it not be vaine . S. Th. VViat . Try frends by touch , a feeble frēd may proue thy strōgest foe ▪ Great Pompeys head to Caesars hand , it was betraied so , VV. VVarner . In perfect friendship no suspect , for two in one are all , Communitie , or doubling ioy , or making griefe more small . Idem . The truest friendship in miserie is tride , For then will none but faithfull friends abide , G. Turberuile . Right true it is , and said full yore agoe , Take heed of him that by the backe thee claweth , For none is worse , then is the friendly foe , Though thee seeme good , all things that thee delighteth : Yet know it well , that in thy bosome creepeth , For many a man such fiers oft times hee kindleth , That with the blaze his beard himselfe he singeth . E. of Surrey . None can deeme right who faithfull friends do rest , While they beare sway and rule in hie degree : For then both fast and fained friends are prest . Whose faiths seeme both of one effect to bee . But then reuolts the first and fained guest , When wealth vnwindes and fortune seemes to flie , But he that loues indeed , remaineth fast , And loues and serues when life and all is past . S. I. Harr. Transl . Oft times we see in house of meane estate , In fortunes bad , and chances ouerthwart : That men do sooner laie away debate , And ioyne in sound accord with hand and hart , Then Princes courts , where riches genders hate : And vile suspect that louing minds doth part . Where charitie is cleane consumde and vanished , And friendship firme , is quite cast out and banished . Idem . Who so wants friends to backe what he begins , In lands farre off , gets not , although he wins . S. Daniell . If fortune friendly fawne , and lend thee wealthy store , Thy frends conioined ioy , doth make thy ioy the more If frowardly she frowne , and driueth to distresse : His aide releeues thy ruth , and makes thy solace lesse . S. Th. Wiat. They are not alwaies surest friends on whō we most do spend . W. VVarner . True friends haue feeling of each others wo , And when ones hart is sad , all theirs is so . Ch. Middleion . A golden treasure is the ●ried friend , But who may gold from counterfeits defend ? Trust not to soone , nor yet to soone mistrust , With th' one thy selfe , with th' other thy friend thou hurtst , Who twines betwixt , & stears the goldē mean , Nor rashly loueth , nor mistrusts in vaine . Mir. of M. — Friends are geason now a daies , And growe to fume before they taste the fier : Aquersitie bereauing mans auailes , They flie like feathers dallying in the winde . They rise like bubbles in a stormy raine , Swelling in words , and flying faith and deeds . D. Lodge . Faint friends when they fall out , most cruel foemen be . Ed. Spencer . Better a new friend , then an old foe is said . Idem . Frugalitie . He that will thriue , must thinke no courses vile . B. Iohnson . No hurt but good ( who meanes to multiplie ) Bought wit is deare , and drest with sower sauce , Repentance comes too late , and then say I , Who spares the first , and keepes the last vnspent ▪ Shall find that sparing yeelds a goodly rent . G. Gascoigne . Let first thine owne hand hold fast all that comes , But let the other learne his letting flie : Idem . Furie . — Furie furiously mans life assailes With thousand cannons , sooner felt then seene , Where weakest , strongest , fraught with deadly teene , Blind , crooked , blisterd , melancholy , sad , Many-nam'd poyson , minister of death , Which from vs creepes , but to vs gallopeth . Foule , trouble rest , phantasticke , greedy-gut , Bloud sweating , hearts-theefe , wretched , filthy-slut The childe of surfait and aires-temper vicious , Perillous knowne , but vnknowne most pernicious . I. Syluister . — Furie cruell cursed wight , That vnto Knighthood workes much shame and woe , And that same hag , his aged mother hight , Occasion , the roote of all wrath and dispight . With her , who so will raging Furie tame , Must first begin , and welther amenage , First her restraine from her reproachfull blame And euill meanes , with which she doth enrage Her franticke sonne , and kindles his courage , Then when she is withdrawne , or strong withstood , Is eath his Idle Furie to asswage , And calme this tempest of his passion wood , The bankes are ouerflowne , when so sped is the flood . Ed. Spencer . Furie was red with rage , his eyes did glowe , While flakes of fier from forth his mouth did flowe His hands and armes y bath'd in bloud of those Whom fortune , sinne , or fate made countries foes . T. Lodge . — This fell fury , for forerunner sends Manie and phrenzie , to subborne her frends , Whereof the one drying , th' other ouerwarming . The feeble brain ( the edge of iudgement harming ) Within the soule phantastickly they faine , A confus'd hoast of strange Chimeraes vaine . I. Syluister . Gifts . T is wisedome to giue much , a Gift preuailes , When deepe perswading Oratorie failes . Ch. Marlowe . A giuing hand though foule , shall haue faire praise . S. Daniell . — The greatest Gifts whereof we boast , Are those which do attempt and tire vs most . T. Lodge . — Onely wisedome graue , and iudgements cleere , Gifts giu'n from heauen , that are not common heere . S. I. H. Transl . Goods Gifts are often giuen to men past good . G. Chapman . Good Gifts abus'd , to mans confusion turne . Th. Dekkar . Testators and Executors so giue and so receaue , As doubtful whethers ioy or griefe , is more to take or leaue For as do hogs their troghs to hoūds , so these giue & get place Death not the Dier giues bequests , and therfore but graue grace . W. Warner . To loiter well deserued Gifts , is not to giue but sell , When to requite ingratitude , were to do euill well . Idem . Gentlenesse . The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne , For a man by nothing is so well bewraide , As by his maners , in which plaine is showne , Of what degree , and what race he is growne . Ed. Spencer . Sweete gentlenesse is Bewties waiting maide . Th. VVatson . — In gentle thoughts , Relenting thoughts , remorse , and pittie rests . Ch. Marlowe . All like as Phoebus , with his chearefull beames , Doth freshly force the fragrant flowers to flourish , So gentle rulers subiects loue do nourish . I. H. Mir. of M. Like as the gentle heart it selfe bewraies , In doing gentle deeds with francke delight : Euen so the baser minde it selfe displaies , In canckered malice , and reuenge for spight . W. Shakespeare . O what an easie thing is 't to discrie The gentle bloud , how euer it be wrapt , In sad misfortunes foule deformitie And wretched sorrowes which haue often hapt . For howsoeuer it may grow mishapt , That to all vertue it may seeme vnapt , Yet will it shew some sparkes of gentle minde , And at the last , breake forth in his owne proper kinde . Ed. Spencer . Gentrie . — True Gentrie standeth in the trade Of vertuous life , not in the fleshly line , For bloud is knit , but Gentrie is diuine . I. H. M. of M. Aboue cognizance or armes , or pedigree farre , An vnspotted coate , is like a blazing starre . G. Gascoigne . Kind Amalthea was transformd by Ioue , Into his sparkling pauement , for his loue , Though but a goate , and giuing him her milke , Bazenes is flinty Gentrie , soft as silke . In heauen she liues , and rules a liuing signe In humane bodies : yet not so diuine , That she can worke her kindnes in our hearts . G. Chapman . The true Gentilitie by their owne armes Aduance themselues , the falls by others harmes . Th. Bastard . Gluttonie . — By his side rode loathsome Gluttonie , Deformed creature , on a filthy swine : His belly was vpblowen with luxurie , And eke with fatnes , swollen were his eine . And like a Crane , his necke was long and fine , With which he swallowed vp excessiue feast , For want of which , poore people oft did pine , And all the way most like a brutish swine , He spued vp his gorge , that all did him detest . Ed. Spencer . Fat paunches haue leane pates , and daintie bits Make rich the ribs , but bankrout quite the wits . W. Shakespeare . Your appetites O gluttons to content , The sacred breast of Thetis blew , is rent : The aire must be dispeopled for your mawes , The Phoenix sole can scarce escape your clawes . Th. Hudson . Transl . Of little nature liues , superfluous meate But dulls the spirit , and doth the stomacke freate . Idem . VVho fareth finest , doth but feed , and ouerfeedeth oft , Who sleepeth softest doth but sleep , and sometimes ouersoft . VV. vvarner . — Excesse doth worke accesse to sinne . Idem . O plague , O poyson to the warlike state , Thou mak'st the noble hearts effeminate , While Rome was rul'd by Curioes and Fabrices , Who fed on rootes , and sought not for delices . And when the onely Cressons was the foode , Most delicate to Persia then they stoode In happie state , renown'd in peace and warre , And through rhe world their triumphs spread a farre . But when they after in th'Assirian hall , Had heard the lessons of Sardanopall , And when the other giuen to belly-cheare , By Galbaes , Neroes , Vitels gouern'd were , Who gloried more to fill a costly plate , Then kill a Pirrhus or a Mithridate . Then both of them were seene for to be sacked By nations poore , whom they before had wracked . Th. Hudson . Transl . O glutton throates , O greedie guts profound , The chosen meates which in the world his bound , By th' Abderois inuented , may not stanch Nor satisfie your foule deuouring panch , But must in Moluke seeke the spices fine , Canary suger , and the Candy wine . Idem . Fatnesse by nature ( not immoderate ) Kils not the wit , quels not the mindes estate . But fatnes by intemperance increast , When liuing man resembseth loathsome beast : And belly cheare , with greedie gluttonie Is held the fulnesse of felicitie . This maketh men addicted to the same , Dull in conceit , grosse minded , worthy blame . Of such do Basis , Galen , Plato write : That fattest belly hath the weakest sprite . D. Lodge . — O short , ô dangerous madnesse , That in thy rage doest trustie Clytus smother , By his deare friend : Panthea by his mother . Phrenzie , that makes the vaunter insolent , The talkefull blab , cruell and violent , The fornicator waxe adulterous , Th' adulterer to become incestuous , With thy plagues leuen , swelling all our crimes Blinde , shamelesse , senslesse , quenching oftentimes The soule within it selfe : and oft defames The holiest men , with execrable flames . I. Siluester . Like as the must beginning to reboyle , Makes his new vessell wood-bands to recoyle : Lifts vp his lees , and spues with fuming vent , From this tubbes ground his scumming excrement . So ruinist thou thy hoast , and foolishly From his hearts bottome driu'st all secrecy . Idem . Good name . The voyce that goeth of your vnspotted fame , Is like a tender flowre , that with the blast Of euery little winde doth fade away . G. Gascoigne . Transl . The purest treasure mortall times affoord , Is spotlesse reputation , that away , Men are but guilded trunkes , or painted clay . W. Shakespeare . You cannot be too curious of you name , Fond show of ill ( though still the mind be chaste ) Decaies the credit oft that Ladies had , Sometimes the place presumes a wanton minde , Repaire sometimes of some doth hurt their honour . Sometimes the light and garish proud attire , Perswades a yeelding bent of pleasing youthes . G. Gascoigne . Goodnesse . — Euen with Goodnesse men grow discontent . Where allare ripe to fall , and vertue spent . S. Daniell . Good things may scarce appeare , But passe away with speedie wing . M. Roydon . Of God. I am that one , is , was , and aye shall be , Who create all of nought , as pleaseth me : I can destroy , I am the great and iust , The faire , the good , the holy one to trust : Whose strong right hand this world hath set in frame . I plague my foe , and graunt my seruants grace , All those that knowledge me , and all their race . Th. Hudson . Transl . — How soeuer things in likelyhood discent In birth , life , death , our God is first , the middle and euent . And not what he can do he will , but what he will he can , And that he do or do it not , behoues vs not to scan . VV. VVarner God first made Angels bodilesse pure mindes , Then other things , which mindlesse bodies bee : Last he made man the Horizon twixt both kindes , In whom we do the worlds abtidgement see . I. Dauies . How fond is that man in his fantasie Who thinkes that Ioue the maker of vs all , The Sunne , the Moone the Starres celestiall , So that no leafe without his leaue can fall . Hath not in him omnipotence also , To guide and gouerne all things here below . G. Gascoigne . Transl . — Heauen is his seate , Th' earth his footestoole , and the prison great . Of Plutoes raigne , where damned soules are shut , Is of his anger euermore the but. I. Syluester . Transl . — Full hard it is to read aright The secret meaning of the eternall might : That rules mans waies , and rules the thoughts of liuing wight . Ed. Spencer . The man of earth sounds not the seas profound Of Gods deepe iudgements , where there is no ground Let soberr●esse be still thy wisedomes end , Admiring that thou canst not comprehend . I. Syluester . Tran. Vnder his feete ( subiected to his grace , Sit nature , fortune , motion , time , and place . Ed. Fairfax . Tran. — Is there care in heauen ? is there loue In the heauenly spirits to these creatures base , That may compassion of their euils moue ? There is : els much more wretched were the case Of men , then beasts ; but ô the exceeding grace Of highest God , that loues his creature so : And all his workes with mercy doth imbrace . That blessed Angels he sends too and fro , To serue to wicked man , to serue his wicked foe . Ed. Spencer . Our gracious God makes scant waight of displeasure , And spreads his mercy without waight or measure , I. Syluester . The eternall power that guides the earthly frame , And serues him with the instrument of heauen : To call the earth , and summon vp our shame : By an edict from euerlasting giuen , Forbids mortalitie to search the same . Where sence is blind , and wit of wit bereauen : Terror must be our knowledge , feare our skill , To admire his worke , and tremble at his will. S. Daniell . — Howsoeuer things in likely hood discent , In birth life , death , our god is first , the middle & euent And not what he can do he wil , but what he wil he can , And that he do or do it not , behoues vs not to scan . W. Warner . God may all that he wills , his will is iust , God wills all good to them that in him trust . Th. Hudson . Transl . Where the Almighties lightening brand doth light , It dimmes the daz'led eies , & daunts the sences quight Ed. Spencer . — The Gods are euer iust , Our faults excuse their rigour must . S. Daniell . The Lord law-maker iust and righteous , Doth frame his lawes not for himselfe but vs : He frees himselfe ; and flies with his powers wing , No where but where his holy will doth bring . All that he doth is good , because it doth proceed From him : that is the roote of good indeed From him ; that is the spring of righteousnesse : From him , whose goodnesse nothing can expresse . I. Syluester . — Indeed the euil done Dies not when breath the body first doth leaue , But from the gransire to the nephewes sonne , And all his seed the curse doth often cleaue , Till vengeance vtterly the guilt bereaue : So straightly God doth iudge . Ed. Spencer . There is no strength in armour , man or horse , Can vaile , If Ioue on wronged take remorse : For he on whom the deadly dart doth light , Can neuer scape by raunsome , friend nor flight . I. Harr. Mir. of Mag. Eternall prouidence exceeding thought , Where none appeares , can make her selfe away . Ed. Spencer . If Gods can their owne excellence excell , It 's in pardoning mortalls that rebell . M. Drayton . God most doth punish , whom he most regardeth . S. I. Harr. Transl . — Where Gods do vengeance craue , It is not strong deensiue walls that any thing can saue . VV. Warner . — God hath made a salue for euery sore , If men would learne the same for to apply . S. I. Harr. Transl . Man purposeth , but all things are disposed By that great God that sits and rules aboue . Idem . What man is he that boasts of fleshly might , And vaine assurance of mortalitie ? Which all so soone as it doth come to fight , Against spirituall foes , yeelds by and by , Or from the field most cowardly doth flye ? Ne let the man ascribe it to his skill , That though grace hath gained victory . If any sleight we haue it is to ill , But all the good is Gods , both power and eke the will. Ed. Spencer . God neuer seekes by tryall of temptation , To sound mans heart and secret cogitation . For well he knowes man , and his eye doth see All thoughts of men , ere they conceaued bee . I. Syluester . Transl . — God Conioynes no lesse our willes then bolds our harts , A sure presage that he is on our parts . Th. Hudson . Tran. Our God is iust , whose stroke delaid long , Doth light at last with paine more sharpe and strong . I. H. M. of Magist . The mistie cloudes that fall sometime And ouercast the skies : Are like to troubles of our time , Which do but dimme our eies . But as such deawes are dried vp quite When Phebus showes his face : So are sad fancies put to flight , When God doth guide by grace . G. Gascoigne . Gods mercy gently waighes his iustice downe . Th. A●helly . So blinds the sharpest counsell of the wise , This ouershadowing prouidence on hie : And dazeleth the clearest sighted eies , That they see not how nakedly they lie . There where they little thinke the storme doth rise , And ouercast their cleare securitie . When man hath stopt all waies saue only that , That ( least suspected ) ruine enters at . S. Daniell . When Sathan tempts he leades vs vnto hell , But God doth guide whereas no death doth dwell . When Sathan tempts he seekes our faith to foyle , But God doth seale it neuer to recoyle . Sathan suggesteth ill , good moues to grace , The diuel seekes our baptisme to deface . But God doth make our burning zeale to shine , Amongst the candels of his Church diuine . I. Syl. Transl . — Gods word ( Which made the world , sustaines and guides it still ) To diuers ends conducts both good and ill . He that preferres not God fore all his race , Amongst the sonnes of God deserues no place . And he that plowes the furrowes of Gods feeld , May not turne backe his fainting face nor yeeld . Idem . God with eternall bread in time of need , His loued Iacob fortie yeares did feed . And gaue them water from the solid stone , Which of it selfe had neuer moysture none . Their caps , their coats , and shoes that they did weare , God kept all fresh and new full fortie yeare . Th. Hud . Tran. The most iust God when once mans sinnes do grow Beyond the bounds of pardon and of grace : Because that men his iudgements best may know : Like to his loue , to rule on earth doth place Monsters most vile to tyrannize vs so , With wrong the right , with lust lawes to deface . For this said cause were Scylla sent and Marius , The Nerons both , and filthy minded Varius : For this Domitian held in Rome the raigne , And Antoninus of that name the last : And Messinine a base vnworthy swaine . To place mankind in princely throne was plaste : For this in Thebes did cruell Creon raigne , With other tyrants more in ages past . For this of late hath Italy bene wonne , By men of Lombardie , of Goth and Hunne . S. Daniell . Good deeds . Who wold to God but workes no good , who seeketh fame by ease , Comes short of both , no lesse then maps to very lands and seas . VV. VVarner . Good deeds in case that they be euil placed , Ill deeds are reckoned and soone disgraced . That is a good deed that preuents a bad . G. Chapman . Well doing , farre exceedeth well to say . G. Turberuile . Ill deeds may better the bad words be bore . Ed. Spencer . Let euery one do all the good they can , or sildom commeth harme of doing well . Though iust reward it wanteth now and than . Yet shame and euill death it doth expell : But he that mischieueth an other man , Seldome doth carry it to heauen or hell . Men say it , and we see it come to passe , Good turnes in dust , and bad turnes writ in glasse . S. I. Harrington . Transl . Wretched is he that thinkes by doing ill , His euill deeds long to conceale and hide : For though the voyce and tongues of men be still , By foules and beasts his sinne shall be discride , And God oft worketh by his secret will , That sinne it selfe , the sinner so doth guide , That of his owne accord without request , He makes his wicked doings manifest . Idem . Our bodies buried , then our deeds ascend , Those deeds in life to worth can not be rated , In death with life , our fame euen then is dated . M. Drayton . Greatnesse . Great things still orewhelme themselues by waight . E. Guilpin . Greatnesse like to the sunnes reflecting powers , The fier bred vapours naturally exhailes , And is the cause that oft the euening lowers , When foggy mists enlarge their duskie sailes . That his owne beames he in the cloudes impailes , And either must extinguish his owne light , Or by his vertue cause his proper right . M. Drayton . To be huge is to be deadly sicke . I. Marston . O blinded Greatnesse , thou with thy turmoile , Still selling happy life , mak'st life a toile . S. Daniel . — He that striues to manage mightie things , Amidst his triumphes , beares a troubled minde : The greatest hope the greatest haruest brings , And poore men in content there glory finde . D. L●dge . The man that furthereth other men to thriue , Of priuate greatnesse doth himselfe depriue . Th. Storer . Griefe . Griefe all in sables sorrowfully clad , Downe hanging his dull head with heauie cheare , Yet inly beine more , then seeming sad , A paire of pincers in his hand he had . With which , he pinched people to the heart , That from thenceforth , a wretched life they lad : In wilfull languor and consuming smart , Dying each day with impair'd wounds of dolors dart . Ed. Spencer . Griefe onely makes his wretched state to see , ( Euen like a toppe , which nought but whipping moues ) This man , this talking beast , this walking tree , Griefe is the stone , which finest iudgements proues , For who grieues not , hath but a blockish braine , Since cause of Griefe we cause , from life remoues . S. Ph. Sydney . — Griefes deadly sore , Vnkindnes breeds , vnkindnes fostereth hate . Idem . Griefe to it selfe most dreadfull doth appeare , And neuer yet was sorrow voyd of feare : But yet in death , they both do hope the best . M. Drayton . Griefes be long liu'd , and sorrowes seldome die . Idem . Griefe hath two tongues , and neuer woman yet Could rule them both , without tenne womens wit. W. Shakespeare . He oft findes medicine , who his griefes imparts , But double Griefe afflicts concealing harts , As raging flames , who striueth to suppresse . Ed. Spencer . Found neuer help , who neuer could his griefe impart . Idem . No greater ease of heart the griefes to tell , It daunteth all the dolours of the minde : Our carefull hearts thereby great comfort finde . I. H. Mir. of Mag. An Ouen that is stopt , or Riuer staied , Burneth more hotely , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed Griefe it may be said . Free vent of words , loues fier doth asswage . But when the hearts atturney once is mute , The Client breakes , as desperate in his sute . W. Shakespeare . No one thing doth auaile man more , To cure a griefe , and perfectly to heale it , Then if he do vnto some friends reueale it . S. I. Harr. Transl . — Griefe it is inough to vexed wight , To feele his fault and not be farther vext . Fd. Spencer . — Some griefe shewes much of loue , But much to griefe shewes still some want of wit. W. Shakespeare . — Great griefe can not be told , And can more easily be thought then found . Ed. Sp. Paine . Thou Paine , the onely ghuest of loath'd constraint , The child of curse , mans weaknesse foster child , Brother to woe , and father of complaint , Thou Paine , thou loathed paine from heauen exild . H. C. The scourge of life , and deaths extreame disgrace , The smoake of hel , that monster 's called paine . Idem . The thing that grieuous were to do or beare Them to renew , I wot breeds no delight . Ed. Spencer . True griefe is fond , and testy as a childe , Who wayward once , his moode with nought agrees , Old woes not infant sorrowes beare them milde , Continuance tames the one , the other wilde , Like an vnpractiz'd swimmer plunging still With too much labour drownes for want of skill . W. Shakespeare . Paine paies the income of each precious thing . W. Sh. Heauen . From hence with grace and goodnesse compast round God ruleth , blesseth , keepeth , all he wrought : Aboue the aire , the fire , the sea , and ground , Our sense , our wit , our reason , and our thought : Where persons three , with power and glory crownd , Are all one God , who made all things of nought . Vnder whose feete subiected to his grace , Sit nature , fortune , motion , time , and place . This is the place from whence like smoake and dust Of this fraile world , the wealth , the pompe , the power He tosseth , humbleth , turneth as he lust , And guides our life , our end , our death and hower : No eye ( how euer vertuous , pure and iust ) Can view the brightnes , of that glorious bower , On euery side the blessed spirirs bee Equall in ioyes , though differing in degree . E. Fairfax . Transl . In this great temple , richly bewtified , Pau'd all with starres , disperst on Saphire flower , The Clarke is a pure Angell sanctified , The Iudge our hie Messias full of power , The Apostles , his assistance , euery hower The Iury Saints , the verdit Innocent , The Sentence , Come ye blessed to my tent . The speare that pierst his side , the writing Pen , Christes bloud the Inke , red Inke for Princes name , The vailes great breach , the miracles for men , The sight is shew of them that long dead came From their old graues , restor'd to liuing fame . And that last signet passing all the rest , Our soules discharg'd by Consumatum est . Here endlesse ioy is , there perpetuall cheare , Their exercise , sweete songs of many parts , Angells the quier , whose symphonie to heare , Is able to prouoke conceiuing harts , To misconceiue of all inticing arts . The dirty praise , the subiect is the Lord , That tunes their gladsome spirit to this accord . Th. Storer . What so the Heauens in their secret doombe , Ordained haue , how can fraile fleshly wight Forecast , but it must needs to issue come . Ed. Spencer . What in the heauenly parliament aboue , Is written by the finger of the first , Mortalls may feele , but neuer can remoue , For they are subiect to the heauens worst . I. Markham . By mortall lawe the bond may be diuorced , The heauens decrees by no meanes can be forced . M. Drarton . In vaine doth man contend against the Starres , For what he seekes to make , his wisedome marres . S. Daniell . — Humane wishes neuer haue the power To hurt or hast the course of heauen one hower . Th. Hudson . Transl . Experience proues , and daily it is seene , In vaine ( too vaine ) man striues against the heauens . G. Gascoigne . It is most true , that eyes are bound to serue The inward part , and that th'heauenly part Ought to be King , from whose rules who doth swerue , Rebelles to nature , striue for their owne smart . True that true bewtie , vertue is indeed , Whereof this bewtie can be but a shade : Which elements , with mortall mixture breed , True that on earth we are but pilgrimes made , And should in soule vp to our countrey moue . S. Ph. Sydney . Heauen is our home , we are but straungers here . M. Drayton . The heauens , earth , and aire , and seas and all , Taught men to see , but not to shunne their fall . S. Daniell . Things which presage both good and ill there bee , Which heauen foreshewes , yet will not let vs see . M. Drayton . From them comes good , from them comes also ill , That which they made , who can them warne to spill . Ed. Spencer . In vaine be armes , when heauen becomes thy foe . Idem . Looke when the heauens are to iustice bent , All things be turn'd to our iust punishment . Idem . All powers are subiect to the power of heauen , Nor wrongs passe vnreuenged , although excus'd . Idem . Would heauen her bewtie should be hid from sight , Nere would she thus adorne her selfe with light , With sparkling Lamps ; nor would she paint her throne But she delighted to be gaz'd vpon . And when the glorious sunne goes downe , Would she put on her stary bestudded crowne , And in her masking sure , the spangled skie Come forth to bride it with her reuellry , Heauens gaue this gift to all things in creation , That they in this should immitate their fashion . Idem . M Drayton . Heauens influence was neuer constant yet , In good or bad , as to continue it . Th. Kyd. If thou be wise hold this as ominous , The heauens not like disposed euery houre , The starres be still predominant in vs : Fortune not alway forth her bagge doth powre , Nor euery cloude doth raine a golden showre . M. Drayton . Heart . Free is the Heart , the temple of the minde , The sanctuarie sacred from aboue , Where nature keepes the keys that loose and binde , No mortall hand force , open can that doore , So close shut vp , and lock to all mankinde . S. Daniell . The bodies wound , by medicines may be eased , But griefes of heart , by salues are not appeased . R. Greene. By thought of heart , the speech of tongue is carried . S. I. Harr. Tran. — Happinesse , vid. Felicitie . Hate . Hate is the elder , loue the yonger brother , Yet is the yonger stronger in his state Then th' elder , and him mastereth still in all debate . Ed. Spencer . Nor Hate nor loue , did euer iudge aright , Innated hate will hardly be displaste Out of high hearts , and chiefly where debate Happeneth amongst great persons of estate . I. H. Mirr . of M. Hatred must be beguilde by some new course , Where states are strong , & Princes doubt their force . S. Daniell . Spight bites the dead , that liuing neuer darde . Ed. Spencer . Sildome doth malice want a meane to worke . M. Drayton . Hate hits the hie , and windes force tallest towers ▪ Hate is peculiar to a Princes state . R. Greene. Hatred accompanies prosperitie , For one man greeueth at an others good : And so much more we thinke o●r miserie , The more that fortune hath with others stood . So that we seld are seene as wisedome would , To bridle time with reason as we should . Th. Kyd. Haste . Oft times the greatest haste the worser speeds . S. I. Harr. Transl . As busie braines must beat on tickle toyes , As rash inuention breeds a raw deuice : So suddein falles do hinder hastie ioyes , And as swift baits do fleetest fish intice , So haste makes waste , and therefore now I say , No haste but good , where wisedome beares the sway . G. Gascoigne . The swiftest bitch brings forth the blindest whelpes , The hottest feuers coldest crampes ensue . The nakedst need , hath ouer-latest helpes . Idem . Hastie respect , repents when t is too late . I. Markeham . Rashnesse sees all , but nothing can preuent . M. Drayton . Fore-iudging , puts out one of wisedomes eies . — If by rashnesse valour haue got honour , We blame the rashnesse , but reward the valour . Ch. Fitz Ieffrey . O rash false heat wrapt in repentance cold , Thy haste springs still blood , and nere growes old . W. Sh. Hell. An hidious hole all vast withouten shape , Of endlesse depth , orewhelm'd with ragged stone : With ougly mouth and grifly iawes doth gape , And to our sight confounds it selfe in one . Here entred we , and yeeding forth anon An horrible loathly lake we might discerne As blacke as pitch , that cleped is Auerne , A deadly gulfe , where nought but rubbish growes , With foule blacke swelth in thickned lumps that lies : Which vp in th' aire such stinking vapour throwes . That ouer , there may fly no fowle but dies , Choakt with th'pestilent sauours that arise . M. Sackuile . Thence come we to the horror and the hell , The large great kingdomes and the dreadfull raigne , Of Pluto in his throne where he did dwell , The wide waste places and the hugie plaine : The waylings , shrikes , and sundry sorts of paine . The sighes , the sobbes , the deep and deadly grone , Earth , aire , and all resounding plaine and mone . Idem . Then turning backe , in silence soft they stole , And brought the heauy course with easie pace , To yawning gulfe of deep Auernus hole , And by that same an entrance darke and base , With smoake and Sulphur hiding all the place , Descends to hell , their creature neuer past , That back returned without heauenly grace . But dreadfull furies , which their chaines haue brast , And damned sprights , sent forth to make ill men agast . Ed. Spencer . — Darksome den of Auernus Wher 's no path to returne , nor starting holes to be scaping , Desteny , death , and hell , and howling hidious hell-hound , Loathsom streames of Stix , that nine times compasse Auernu● . Ab. Fraunce . They passe the bitter waues of Acheron , Where many soules sit wayling wofully : And come to fiery flood of Phlegeton , Whereas the damned ghoasts in torments fry , And with sharpe shrilling shrikes do bootlesse cry : Cursing high Ioue , the which them thither sent . Ed. Spencer . About the desart parts of Greece there is a vally low , To which the roaring waters fall , that frō the moūtains flow● So rocks do ouershadow it , that scarse a man may vew The open aire , no sun shines there ; amidst this darkesom cre● Doth stand a citie , to the same belongs one onely gate , But one at once may come therto , the entrance is so strait . Cut out the rough maine stony rocke : this citie did belong To Pluto , and because that he was doing alwaies wrong , And kept a theeuish rable that in mischiefe did excell , His citizens were diuels said , and citie named hell . W. Warner . Honour . In woods , in waues , in warres doth honour dwell , And will be found with petill and with paine : Ne can the man that moulds in idle cell Vnto her happie mansion attaine , Before her gate hie God did sweat ordaine , And wakefull watches euer to abide . Ed. Spencer . Honour is purchas'de by the deeds we doo . Ch. Marlowe . — Honour is not wonne Vntill some honourable deed be donne . Idem . Danger bids seeke the softest way one way . But what saith honour ? honour saith not so . Neuer retire with shame ; this honour saith : The worst that can befall one , is but death . S. I. Harr. In braue pursuit of honourable deed , There is I know not what great difference Betweene the vulgar and the common seed , Which vnto things of valerous pretence Seemes to be borne by natiue influence : As feates of armes , and loue to entertaine , But chiefly skill to ride , doth seeme a science , Proper to gentle blood ; some others faine . To manage steed . &c. Ed. Spencer . — Euer great imployment for the great , Quickens the bloud , and honour doth beget . S. Daniell . — Promotion is a puffe , These worldly honors are but shades of sweete : Who seeke too much before they get enough , Before they meet the meane , with death they meete . With death they meete the hauen of all desire , Where will must wa●ne , and pride cannot aspire . D. Lodge . Honour a thing without vs , not our owne . S. D. What doth auaile to haue a princely place , A name of honour , and an high degree : To come by kindred of a noble race , Except we princely worthy noble bee , The fruite declares the goodnesse of the tree . Do brag no more of birth or linage than , Sith vertue , grace , and manners make the man. M. of M. Search all thy bookes , and thou shalt finde therein , That honour is more hard to hold then win . G. Gascoigne . Defeated honour neuer more is to be got againe . W. Warner . — Vile is honour , and a little vaine , The which true worth and danger do not gaine . S. Daniell . Vertue can beare what can on vertue fall . Who cheapneth honour must not stand on price . M. Drayton . It most behoues the honourable race Of mightie peeres , true wisedome to sustaine : And with their noble countenance to grace The learned forheads without gifts or gaine . Or rather learnd themselues behoues to bee , That is the garland of nobilitie . Ed. Spencer . — If that honour haue one minutes staine , An hundred yeares scant can it cleanse againe . S. I. H. Transl . A shame to fetch our long discent from kings , And from great Ioue deriue our pedigree : The braue atchiements of an hundred things , Breathing vaine boasts the world to terrifie , If we our selues do blot with infamie . And staine the right and honour that is theirs , Men cannot leaue their vertues to their heires . M. Drayton . Honour is grounded on the tickle yce . The purest lawne most apt for euery spot . Idem . Honors shade , thrusts honors substance from his place . I. Marston . Honour by due right is vertues hire . Th. Watson . Honours without imployment of estate , Are like to sun-beames without heate or light : A noble man and not a magistrate Shines halfe eclipsed in his clearest bright . Ioyne heauenly gifts to earthly , light to light . Let these great excellencies make a truce , Fortune shall need no wheele-wright for her vse . Th. Storer . Great is the choise that growes in youthfull minde , When honour falles at variance with affection : Nor could it yet be knowne or well definde , Which passion keeps the other in subiection . Both do allure , both doth the iudgements blinde , Both do corrupt the heart with strong infection . Yet loe sometimes these hurts procure our weale , Euen as one poyson doth another heale . S. I. Harr. Transl . The fiery sparkling precious Chrysolite Spangled with gold , doth most transplendent shine : The pearle grac'd by the ring , the ring by it , The one , the others beautie doth refine : And both together beauties do combine . The iewell decks the golden haire that weares it , Honour decks learning , that with honour reares it . Ch. Fitz. The inward touch that wounded honour beares , Rests closely ranckling , and can find no ease , Till death of one side cure this great disease . S. Daniell . Hope . Faiths yonger sister that Speranza hight , Was clad in blew , that her beseemed well : Not all so chearfull seemed she of sight As was her sister : whether dread did dwell Or anguish in her heart , is hard to tell : Vpon her arme a siluer anchor lay , Whereon she leaned euer as befell . And euer vp to heauen as she did pray , Her eyes were bent , ne swarued other way . Ed. Spencer . — Hope a handsome maide , Of chearfull looke and louely to behold : In silken Samite she was light araide , And her faire locks were wouen vp in gold : She alway smilde , and in her hand did hold An holy water sprinkle , dipt in dewe , With which she sprinkled fauours manifold . On whom she list , and did great liking shewe , Great liking vnto many , but true loue to fewe . Idem . True hope is swift , and flies with swallowes wings , Kings it makes Gods , and meaner creatures Kings . W. Shakespeare . Wan Hope poore soule , on broken anchor sits Wringing his armes , as robbed of his blisse . D. Lodge . What better emperor can the body hold , Then sacred Hope ? the element from whence , Vertue is drawne fresh looking , neuer old : Matter most worthy of a strong defence . It animates yoong men , and makes them bold , Arming their hearts with holy influence , It like a seale in tender thoughts doth presse The perfect Image of all happinesse . L. Markham . — Hope is double , and hath double power , As being mortall , and immortall fram'de : In th' one shee 's mouelesse , certaine euery houre : In th' other doubtfull , and incertaine nam'de . Th' immortall Hope raines in a holy bowre , In earthy closures is the mortall tam'de . And these two contraries , where ere they meete , Double delight , and make our thoughts more sweete . Idem . He that hopes least , leaues not to hope at all , But hopes the most , hoping so little hope , Augmenting of our hope , makes hope growe small , And taking from it , giues it greater scope . The desperate man which in dispaire doth fall , Hopes by that end ill fortune to reuoke , And to this hope belongs a second part , Which we call confidence , which rules the hart . This second part of hope , this confidence , Doth Tully call a vertue that doth guide The Spirit to an honest residence , Without whose aide , no pleasure will abide In our world-wearied flesh . I. Markeham . All men are guests where hope doth hold the feast . G. Gascoigne . Such is the weakenesse of all mortall hope , So tickle is the state of earthly things , And brings vs bale and bitter sorrowings , That ere they come vnto their aimed scope , They fall too short of our fraile reckonings , In stead of comfort which we should embrace . This is the death of Keysars and of Kings , Let none therefore that is in meaner place , Too greatly grieue at any vnluckie case . Ed. Spencer . Vnworthy they of grace , whom one deniall Excludes from fairest hope , without farther triall . Idem . Hope like the Hyenna comming to be old , Alters his shape , is turned to dispaire . H. C. Sorrow doth vtter what vs still doth grieue , But hope forbids vs sorrow to beleeue . Idem . — Our hopes good deceiues vs , But that we would forgoe that seldome leaues vs. Idem . None without great hopes will follow such , Whose power and honour doth not promise much . S. Daniell . Who nothing hopes , let him dispaire in nought . Th. Achelly . To liue in hope of that they meane to giue , Is to deceiue our selues , and not to liue . D. Lodge . Hope lost , breeds griefe , griefe paine , and paine disease . Th. Watson . Our haps do turne as chaunces on the die . Nor let him from his hope remoue , That vnder him , hath mou'd the starres aboue . M. Drayton . Hope and haue , in time a man may gaine any woman . A. Fraunce . Hope well , feare not , marke this , be wise , Droupe not , for to dispaire , is to die twise . Ignoto . Bad haps are holpe with hap and good beliefe . S. I. Harrington . Transl . O Hope , how cunning with our cares to gloze ? Griefes breathing poynt , the true man to desire , The rest in sighes , the very thoughts repose , As thou art milde , oh wert thou not a lier ? Faire speaking flatterie subtill soothing guile : Ah Hope , in thee our sorrowes sweetly smile . M. Drayton . Humilitie . He was an aged syre , hoary gray , With lookes full lowly cast , and gate full slowe , Wont on a staffe his feeble steps to stay , Hight Humilta : they passe in stouping lowe , For straight and narrow was the way that he did showe . Ed. Spencer . Humilitie to heauen , the step , the staire Is , for deuotion , sacrifice , and praier . M. Drayton . The bending knee in safetie still doth goe , When others stumble , as too stiffe to bowe . Idem . As on the vnsauourie stocke , the Lillie is borne , And as the Rose growes on the pricking thorne , So modest life with sobs of grieuous smart , And cries deuout , comes from an humble hart . Th. Hudson . Transl , More honour in Humilitie , then safetie in walles , Proud liuers proue not monuments , saue onely in their falles . VV. Warner . Ah God shield man that I should clime , and learne to looke aloft : This reed is ripe , that oftentime : great climers fall vnsoft . In humble dale is footing fast , the trode is not so fickle : And though one fall through heedlesse haste , yet is his misse not mickle . Ed. Spencer . The lowly heart doth win the loue of all , But pride at last , is sure of shamefull fall . G. Tur. Hypocrisie . — Hypocrisie hath bred of Godlike diuels store , That speake to serue , that serue to shift , that shift to spare by guile , And smoothe and soothe , and yet deceiue , with scriptum est meane while . W. Warner . But let thē heaue their hāds to heauē , they show they 'r here in hell , That seeme deuout to cloake deceit , and say , but do not well . Idem . Who cloakes their mindes in hoods of holinesse Are double villaines , and the Hypocrite Is most odious in Gods glorious sight , That takes his name to couer wickednesse . I. Syl. Many vse temples to set godly faces On impious hearts ; those sinnes vse most excesse , That seeke their shrowdes in fained holinesse . G. Chapman . Vide . Dissimulation . Iealousie . Shee seem'd of womans shape , but in her head A thousand eyes she had that watch did keepe : As many eares with which she harkened , Her eyes want lids , and therefore neuer sleepe . In stead of haire , her crowne snakes ouerspred . Thus marched she forth of the darknes deepe , Her tayle one serpent bigger then the rest , Which she with knots fastened about her brest . S. I. Harrington . Transl . A monster , others harme , selfe miserie Bewties plague , vertues scourge , succour of lies . Who since he hath by natures speciall grace , So piercing pawes as spoile , when they embrace , So nimble feete , as stirre though still on thornes . So many men seeking their owne woe . So ample eares that neuer good newes kowes Is it not ill that such a beast want hotnes ? S. Ph. Sydney . O hatefull hellish snake what furie first Broughr thee from balefull house of Proserpine ? Where in her bosome she the long had nurst , And fostered vp with bitter milke of time , Foule iealousie that turnest loue diuine . To day lesse dread , and mak'st the liuing hart With hatefull thoughts to languish and to pine , And feed it selfe with selfe consuming smart , Of all the passions in the minde , thou viler art . Ed. Spencer . O Iealousie , daughter of Enuie and loue , Most wayward issue of a gentle sire Fostred with feares thy fathers ioies to proue , Mirth marring monster , borne in subtiltie , Hatefull vnto thy selfe , flying thy owne desire , Feeding vpon suspect that doth renew thee , Happie were Louers , if they neuer knew thee . Thou hast a thousand gates thou entrest by , Condemning trembling passions to our hart . Hundred eyed Argus , euer making spy , Pale hagge , infernall furie , pleasures smart : Enuious obseruer , prying in euery part , Suspitions fearefull , gazing still about the hart . O would to God that loue could be without thee . S. Daniell . A new disease ? I know not , new , or old ; But it may well be term'd , poore mortall plaine . For like the pestilence , it doth infect The houses of the braine : first it begins Solely to worke vpon the phantasie , Filling her seat with such pestiferous aire , As soone corrupts the iudgement , and from thence Sends like contagion to the memorie , Still each of other taking like infection , Which as a searching vapour spreads it selfe , Confusedly through euery sensiue part , Till not a thought or motion in the minde , Be farre from the blacke poyson of suspect . B. Iohnson . Where loue doth raigne , disturbing iealousie , Doth call himselfe affections Centinell , And in a peacefull houre , dooth crye kill , kill , Distempering gentle loue with his desire , As ayre and water dooth abate the fire : This sound informer , this bare-breeding spie , This cancker that eates vp this tender spring , This carry-tale , discentio's iealousie . W. Shakespeare . Fowle weatherd iealousie to a forward spring , Makes weeds growe ranke , but spoiles a better thing . Sowes tares gainst haruest in the fields of loue , And dogged humor dogdayes like doth prooue , Scorching loues glorious world with glowing tong , A serpent by which loue to death is stonge A foe to waste his pleasant summer bowers , Ruine his mansions , and deface his bowers . E. Guilpin . Pale Iealousie childe of insatiat loue , Of heartsicke thoughts , which melancholy bred , A hell tormenting feare , no faith can moue : By discontent with deadly poyson fed , With heedlesse youth and error vainly led . A mortall plague , a vertue drowing floud , A hellish fier , not quenched but with bloud . M. Drayton . What state of life more pleasant can we finde , Then these that true and heartie loue do beare ? Whom that sweet yoake doth fast together binde , That man in Paradice first learnd to weare . Were not some so tormented in their minde With that same vile suspect that filthy feare , That torture great , that foolish phrenezie , That raging madnes , called Iealousie , For euery other sower that gets a place To seate it selfe amidst this pleasant sweete , Helpes in the end to giue a greater grace , And make loues ioies more gracious then they were , He that abstaines from sustenance a space , Shall finde both bread and water relish sweete . S. I. Harr. Transl . — Iealousie is Cupids foode , For the swift steed runnes not so fast alone , As when some other striue him to out goe . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . Loue wakes the iealous eye , least then it moues The iealous eye , the more it lookes it loues . S. Ph. Sydney . — No iealousie can that preuent , Whereas two parties once be full content . Idem . Impatience changeth smoake to flame , but iealousie to hell . W. Warner . On loue , saies some , waits iealouzie , but iealousie wants loue When curiously the ouerplus doth idle quarels moue . Idem . — Where iealousie is bred , Hornes in the mind , are worse then hornes in the hed . B. Iohnson . That canker-worme , that monster iealousie , Which eates the heart , and feeds vpon the gall , Turning all loues delight to miserie , Through feare of loosing his felicitie . Ed. Spencer . Shun iealousie that hart-breake loue , if cat will go to kinde , Be sure that Io hath a meanes , that Argus shall be blinde . VV. Warner . True loue doth looke with pale suspicious eie , Take away loue , if you take iealousie . M. Drayton . No beast is fierer then a iealous woman . S. Daniell . Idlenesse . Prides coach was drawne of sixe vnequall beasts , On which her sixe sage counsellours did ride : Taught to obey her bestiall beheasts , With like conditions to their kindes applide . Of which the first that all the rest did guide , Was sluggish Idlenesse , the nurse of sinne , Vpon a slothfull Asse he chose to ride , Arraid in habit black and amis thin , Like to an holy Monke , the seruice to begin . Ed. Spencer . — Idlenesse pure innocence subuerts , Defiles our bodie , and our soule peruerts : Yea soberest men it makes delicious , To vertue dull , to vice ingenious . I. Syl. Transl . — Ill humours by excessiue ease are bred , And sloath corrupts and choakes the vitall sprights , It kills the memorie , and hurts the sights . D. Lodge . — Drowsie sloth that counterfeiteth lame With Snaile like motion measu●ing the ground : Hauing her armes in willing fetters bound . Foule , sluggish drone , barren ( but sinne to breed ) Diseased , begger , staru'd with sinfull need . I. Siluester . If thou flie Idlenesse , Cupid hath no might , His bowe lyeth broken , his torch hath no light . Ignorance . At last with creeping crooked pace forth came An old old man , with beard as white as snow : That on a staffe his feeble limbs did frame , And guide his weary gate both too and fro . For his eye sight him failed long ago , And on his arme a bunch of keyes he bore , The which vnvsed , rust did ouergrow . But very vncouth sight was to behold How he did fashion his vntoward pace : For a● he forward mou'd his footing old , So backward still was turnd his wrinckled face● Vnlike to men who euer as they trace Both feete and face one way are wont to lead , His name Ignaro , did his nature right aread . Ed. Spencer . Image of hellish horror , Ignorance , Borne in the bosome of the blacke abisse , And fed with furies milke for sustenance , Of his weake infancie begot amisse : By gnawing sloth , vpon his mother night , So he his sonnes , both Syre and brother hight . Idem . — All is turned into wildernesse , Whilest Ignorance the Muses doth oppresse . Idem . — Hell and darknesse and the grisly graue , Is Ignorance , the enemy of grace : That minds of men borne heauenly , doth deface . Idem . T is nought but showes that Ignorance esteemes The thing possest , is not the thing it seemes . S. Daniell . — Great ill vpon desert doth chance , When it doth passe by beastly Ignorance . M. Dray . Impatience . Impatience ehangeth smoake to flame , but iealousie to hell . W. Warner . Make not thy griefe too great by thy suppose , Let not Impatience aggrauate thy woes . D. Lodge . Infamie . — To attempt hie daungers euident , Without constraint or need is Infamie . And honour turnes to rashnesse in th' euent : And who so dares , not caring how he dares , Sells vertues name , to purchase foolish cares . I. Markham . — Reproach A vile disease that neuer time can cure . M. Drayton . Sinne in a chaine leades on her sister shame , And both in giues fast fettered to defame . Idem . Thy name once foild , incurable the blot , Thy name defaste whch toucht with any staine , And once supplanted neuer growes againe . Gainst open shame no text can well be cited , The blow once giuen cannot be euited . M. Drayton . Ingratitude . Vnthankfulnesse is that great sin , Which made the diuel and his angels fall : Lost him and them the ioyes that they were in , And now in hell detaines them bound and thrall . S. I. Harr. Transl . Thou hatefull monster base Ingratitude , Soules mortall poyson , deadly killing wound : Deceitfull serpent seeking to delude , Blacke loathsome ditch , where all desert is drown'd : Vile pestilence , which all things doest confound . At first created to no other end , But to greeue those , whom nothing could offend . M. Drayton . Ingratefull who is call'd , the worst of ill is spoken . S. Phil. Sidney . T is true that slaue whom Pompey did promote , Was he , that first assaid to cut his throte . D. Lodge . Innocencie . A plaint of guiltlesse hurt doth pierce the skie . S. Phil. Sidney . Sildome vntoucht doth Innocencie escape , When errour commeth in good counsels shape . A lawfull title , counterchecks proud might , The weakest things , become strong props to right . M. Drayton . Pure Innocence sildome suspecteth ought . Idem . A guiltlesse mind doth easily deeme the best . M. of M. The lyon licks the sores of filly wounded sheep , The dead mās course doth cause the crocodile to weep : The waues that wast the rocks refresh the rottē weeds , Such ruth the wrack of innocence in cruel creatures breeds . M. of M. Well gaue that Iudge his doome vpon the death Of Titus Laelius that in bed was slaine : When euery wight the cruell murder laith To his two sonnes that in his chamber laie , That Iudge that by the proofe perceiueth plaine That they were found fast sleeping in their bed , Hath deem'd them guiltlesse of this bloudy shed . He thought it could not be that they which brake The lawes of God and man in such outrage , Could so forth with themselues to rest betake : He rather thought the horror and the rage Of such an hainous gilt , could neuer swage . Nor neuer suffer them to sleepe or rest , Or dreadlesse breathe one breath out of their brest . M. Sackuile . Inconstancie . Vnto the world such is Inconstancie , As sappe to tree , as apple to the eie . D. Lodge . Ioye . All like as sicker as the end of woe is Ioye , And glorious light to obscure night doth tend , So extreame Ioy in extreame woe doth end . M. of M. For why extreames are haps rackt out of course , By violent might far swinged forth perforce : Which as they are piercingst they violentest moue : For that they are nere to cause that doth them shoue . So soonest fall from that their highest extreame , To th' other contrary that doth want of meane , So laugh'd he erst that laughed out his breath . Idem . The pleasing meanes bode not the luckiest ends , Nor aye , found treasure to like pleasure tends . Mirth meanes not mirth alwaies thrice happie lyne Of witte to shun th' excesse that all desire . Idem . Ioy lighteneth woe , woe Ioy doth moderate . M. Drayton . Ioy is forgetfull , weale thinkes not of woe . Idem . — Ioy ascends , but sorrow sinks below . Ch. Fitz. Fruits follow flowers , and sorrow greatest Ioyes . As sudden griefe , so sudden Ioy doth kill . Th. Achelly . The Romane widow died when she beheld Her sonne who erst she counted slaine in field . G. Gascoigne . — Excessiue Ioy Leapeth and likes finding the Appian way Too strait for her : whose sences all possesse All wished pleasure , in all plenteousnesse . I. Syluester . Iniustice . Iniustice neuer yet tooke lasting roote . Nor held that long , Impietie did winne . S. Daniell . So foule a thing , ô thou Iniustice art , That torment'st both the dooer and distrest : For when a man hath done a wicked part , O how he striues to excuse , to make the best : To shift the fault t'vnburden his chargde hart . And glad to find the least surmise of rest . And if he could make his , seeme others sin , O what repose , what ease he findes therein . Idem . Iniustice neuer scapes vnpunisht still , Though men reuenge not , yet the heauens will. Idem . Iustice. Now when the world with sin gan to abound , Astraea loathing longer here to space Mongst wicked men in whom no truth she found , Returnd to heauen whence she deriu'd her race , Where she hath now an euerlasting place . Mongst those twelue signes which rightly we do see , The heauens bright shining bawdrick to inchace : And is the virgin sixt in her degree , And next her self , her righteous ballance hanging bee . Ed. Spencer . Then iustice comes the last of all the gods , That left her residence here on the earth : For lacke of whom the world grew all at ods , And man to man curses each others birth . For then vsurping wrong succeeded straight , That no man knew how long to hold his right : Then calls the world for Iustice back againe , Complaining how they now were ouerrunne , And they would suffer any scourging paine , In pennance for those sinnes themselues had donne . For that their wickednesse did force that power To leaue the seate whereas she sate before , Whereas the Gods did in their courts decree , Iustice should be transformed to the starres : There foolish men might euery minute see Her that should helpe these miseries of theirs , But stand like Tantalus within those brinkes , Where he sees water , but yet neuer drinkes . Ch. Middleton . — Faire Astraea of the Titans line , Whom equitie and iustice made diuine . M. Drayton . — Well did the Anticke world inuent , That Iustice was a God of soueraigne grace , And Altars vnto him and temples lent , And heauenly honours in the highest place . Calling him , great Osyris of the race , Of th' old Aegyptian Kings , that whilome were , With fained colours shading a true case : For that Osyris whil'st he liued here , The iustest man aliue and truest did aspire . His wife was Isis , whom they likewise made A goddesse of great power and soueraigntie : And in her person cunningly did shade , That part of Iustice which is equitie . Ed. Spencer . Vntill the world ftom his perfection fell , Into all filth and foule iniquitie : Astraea here mongst earthly men did dwell , And in the rules of iustice then and stumbled well . Idem . Where Iustice growes , there growes eke quiet grace , The which doth quench the brand of hellish smart , And that accurst hand-writing doth deface . Idem . — Sparing Iustice , feeds iniquitie . W. Shakespeare . The first was Bacchus , that with furious might , All th' east before vntam'de did ouerrunne , And wrong repressed and establisht right , Which lawlesse men had formerly foredone , Their iustice forc't her princely rule begunne . Next Hercules , his like ensample shewed , Who all the west with equall conquest wonne . And monstrous Tirants with his club subdued , The club of Iustice dread , with kingly power endued . Ed. Spencer . Who so vpon himselfe will take the skill , And Iustice vnto people to deuide , Had need of mightie hands for to fulfill That which he doth , with righteous doome decide , And for to maister wrong and puissant pride : For vaine it is to deeme of things aright , And make wrong doers Iustice to deride Vnlesse it be perform'd with dreadlesse might , For power is the right-hand of iustice truly hight . Idem . Offences vrg'd in publike , are made worse , The shew of Iustice aggrauates despight : The multitude that looke not to the cause , Rest satsfied , so it be done by lawes . S. Daniel . It often falles in course of common life , That right long time is ouerborne of wrong , Through auarice or power , or guile , or strife , That weakens her , and makes her partie strong , But Iustice though her doome she do prolong . Yet at the last she will her owne cause right . Fd. Spencer . Good causes need not curious termes , & equall Iudges heare The equitie , not eloquence . W. Warner . Who passeth iudgement for his priuate gaine , He well may iudge he is adiudg'd to paine . R. Greene. Kings . Kings are the Gods vicegerents on the earth , The Gods haue power , Kings from that power haue might : Kings should excell in vertue and in birth : Gods punish wrongs , & kings should maintaine right , They be the sunnes from which we borrow light , And they as Kings , should still in iustice striue With Gods , from whom their beings they deriue . M. Drayton . The baser is he comming from a King , To shame his hopes with deeds degenerate : The mightier man , the mightier is the thing , That makes him honoured , or begets him hate : For greater scandall waits on greater state . The Moone being clouded , presently is mist , But litle starres may hide them where they list . The Crowe may bathe his cole-blacke wing in mire , And vnperceiu'd , flie with the filth away , But if she like the snow white swan desire , The staine vpon his siluer downe will stay , Poore groomes are sightles nights , kings glorious day . Gnats are vnnoted wheresoeuer they flie , But Eagles are gaz'd vpon with euery eie . VV. Shakespeare . — Since the heauens strong arms teach Kings , to stād , Angells are plac't about the glorious throne , To gard it from the stroakes of traitrous hand . Th. Dekkar . When thou becom'st an earthly God , mens faults to ouersee , Forget not that eternall God , that ouerlooketh thee . W. Warner . The least part of a King is allowing him , and none Lesse priuate then a Prince , the weale or woe of euery one . Idem . He and his people make but one , a body , weake or strong , As doth the head , the limbs , or limbs the head assist , or wrōg . Idem . Kings , Lords of times and of occasions , May take th' aduantage when and how they list . S. Daniell . Kings will be alone , Competitors must downe , Neare death he stands , that stands to weare a crowne . Idem . — It is a daungerous thing In rule of loue , but once to crosse a King. M. Drayton . Endles cares concur with crowns , a bitter sweeting is raign . W. VVarner . Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balme from an anoynted King : The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputie elected by the Lord. W. Shakespeare . He knowes not what it is to be a King , That thinkes a Scepter is a pleasant thing . R. Greene. A glittering Crowne doth make the haire soone gray , Within whose circle , a king is but arrested , In all his feasts hee 's but with sorrow feasted , And when his feete disdaine to touch the mold , His head 's a prisoner in a Iaile of Gold. M. Drayton . Vnhappy Kings that neuer can be taught , To know themselues , or to discerne their fault . S. Daniell . — No outragious thing From vassall actors can be wipte away , The Kings misdeeds can not be hid in clay . W. Shakespeare . No Scepter serues dishonour to excuse , Nor kingly vaile can couer villainie . Fame is not subiect to authoritie . M. Drayton . — Thinke not but Kings are men , and as the rest miscarry , Saue that their fame and infamy continually doth tarry . VV. VVarner . Kings want no meanes to accomplish what they will , M. Drayton . Mislikes are silly lets where Kings resolue them , Where counsell chasing will hath emperie , Deeds are too prest for reason to dissolue them , In mightie mindes a grounded vanitie . Like springs that ceassesse neuer stoppeth , Vntill her neighbour Oake she ouertoppeth . D. Lodge . — Great men too well grac'd , much rigor vse , Presuming fauorites mischiefe euer bring : So that concluding , I may boldly speake , Minions too great , argue a king too weake . S. Daniell . New kings do feare when old kings farther straine , Establisht state to all things will consent . Idem . — Good from kings must not be drawne by force . Idem . A Scepter like a pillar of great height , Whereon a mightie building doth depend : Which when the same is ouer-prest with waight , And past his compasse forc't thereby to bend . His massie roofe downe to the ground doth send . Crushing the lesser part , and murthering all Which stand within the compasse of his fall . M. Drayton . Too true that tyrant Dyonisyus Did picture out the image of a king : When Damocles was placed in his throne , And ore his head a threatning sword did hang , Fastened vp only by a horses haire . R. Greene. Kingdomes . A rule there is , not failing but most sure , Kingdome no kin doth know , ●e can endure . M. of M. Thebes , Babell , Rome , these proud heauē daring wonders Loe vnder ground in dust and ashes lie , For earthly kingdomes , euen as men do die . I. Syluester . Transl . If thou wilt mightie be , flie from the rage Or cruell will , and see thou keep thee free From the fowle yoake of sensuall bondage : For though thy Empire stretcheth to Indian sea , And for thy feare trembleth the farthest Thisce , If thy desire haue ouer thee the power , Subiect then art thou , and no gouernour . E. of Surrey . Knowledge . Through knowledge we behold the worlds creation , How in his cradle first he fostered was : And iudge of natures cunning operation , How things she formed of a formelesse masse . By knowledge we do learne our selues to knowe , And what to man , and what to God we owe : From hence we mount aloft vnto the skie , And looke into the christall firmament : There we behold the heauens great Hierarchie . The starres pure light , the spheares swift mouement , The spirits and intelligences faire : And Angels waiting on th' almighties chaire . And there with humble mind and hie in sight , Th' eternall makers maiestie we viewe , His loue , his faith , his glory and his might , And mercy more then mortall men can viewe . Ed. Spencer . Soule of the world , knowledge withouten thee , What hath the earth that 's truly glorious . Why should our pride make such a stirre to bee , To be forgot ? What good is like to this ? To do worthy the writing , and to write , Worthy the reading , and the worlds delight . S. Daniell . What difference twixt man and beast is left , When th'heauenly light of knowledge is put out , And the ornaments of wisedome are bereft ? Then wandreth he in errour and in doubt , Vnweeting of the daunger he is in , Through fleshlesse frailtie , and deceit of sin . Ed. Spencer . — Our new knowledge hath for tedious traine , A drouping life , an ouerracked braine : A face forlorne , a sad and sullen fashion , A restlesse toyle , and cares selfepining passion . Knowledge was then euen the soules soule for light , The spirits calme port , and lanthorne shining bright . To thait-stept feet cleare knowledge : not confusde , Not sower but sweete , not gotten , but infusde . I. Syl. Transl . — We see to know , men still are glad , And yet we see knowledge oft makes men mad . S. I. H. Transl . Who so knowes most , the more he knowes to doubt , The best discourse , is commonly most stout . S. Daniell . — Common is rhe proofe That enuying is not cunning if it standeth not aloofe . VV. Warner . By knowledge thine , thou hast no name , Least others know , thou know'st the same . Skill comes too slow , and life so fast doth flie . We learne so little , and forget so much . I. Dauies . Vid. Learning . Labour . Where ease abounds , it 's death to do amisse , But who his limbs with labours , and his minde Behaues with cares , cannot so easie misse : Abroad in armes , at home in studious kinde , Who seekes with painfull toyle , shall honor soonest finde . Ed. Spencer . Learne with the Ant in sommer to prouide , Driue with the Bee the drone from out the hiue , Build like the Swallow in the sommer tide . D. Lodge . Much labor is too litle , that should houshold charge defraye . W. Warner . — Industry well cherisht to his face , In sun-shine walkes in spight of sower disgrace . M. Roydon . The noblest borne dame should industrious bee , That which doth good , disgraceth no degree . G. Chapman . Let Mandeuile example be to men not to be idle In amorous passions : labour is to loue at least a bridle ▪ VV. Warner . Adams labour in Eden . — Edens earth was then so fertill and so fat , That he made only sweet assaies in that . Of skilfull industry and naked wrought , More for delight , then for the gaine he sought . In briefe , it was a pleasant exercise , A labour likte , a paine much like the guise Of cunning dauncers , who although they skip Run , caper , vault , trauerse and turne and trip , From morne til euen , at night againe full merry Renew their daunce , of dauncing neuer weary : Or els of hunters , that with happie lucke , Rowsing betimes some often breathed bucke Or goodly stagge , their yelping hounds vncouple , Wind loud their horns , their hoopes & hallows double Spurre on and spare not , following their desire : Themselues vnweary , though their hacknies tire . But for in th' end of all their iollitie Their 's found much stifnesse , sweat and vanitie ; I rather match it to the pleasing paine Of Angels pure , who euer sloth disdaine . Or to the Suns calme course , who plainlesse aye About the welkin poasteth night and day . I. Syl. Transl . Learning . O blessed letters that combine in one All ages past , and make one liue withall : By you we do conferre , with who are gone , And the dead liuing vnto counsaile call . By you the vnborne shall haue communion Of what we fe●le , and what doth best befall . S. Daniell . By the cleare beames of learnings light , We tread the obscure pathes of Sages right . Idem . — But that learning in despight of fate Will mount aloft and enter heauen gate : And to the seat of Ioue it selfe aduance , Hermes had slept in hell with ignorance . Yet as a punishment they added this , That he and pouertie should alwaies kis . And to this day is euery scholler poore , Grosse gold from them runnes headlong to the boore . Ch. Marlowe . Of little worth is learnings worthy skill , Where Pilots wisedome is not perfect still . Corinnaes praise , and Sapphoes are discerned Aboue the rest , because they both were learned . S. I. Harr. Transl . K. Cecrops and his royall seed did honor Athence so , As that from thence are said the springs of sciences to flow . W. Warner . Lechery . Next vnto him rode lustfull Lechery Vpon a bearded Goat , whose rugged haire And whally eyes ( the signe of iealousie ) Was like the persons selfe whom he did beare , Who rough and blacke and filthy did appeare : Vnseemly man to please faire Ladies eie , Yet he of Ladies oft was loued deare , When fairer faces were bid standen by , O who doth know the bent of womens fantasie ? Ed. Spencer . Incontinence , dull sleepe , and idle bed , All vertue from the world haue banished . The tickling flames which our fond soules surprize , ( That dead a while in Epilepsie lies ) Doth starke our sinewes all by little and little , Drawing our reason in fowle pleasure brittle . I. Syl. Transl . Loue comforteth like sun-shine after raine , But lusts effect , is tempest after sunne : Loues gentle spring doth alwaies fresh remaine , Lusts winter comes ere sommer halfe be donne . Loue surfets not , but like a glutton dies , Loue is all truth , lust full of forced lies . W. Shakespeare . Where whoredome raignes , there murder follows fast , As falling leaues before the winters blast . R. Greene. Lust is a fire , and for an houre or twaine ▪ Giueth a scorching blaze , and then he dies . H. C. O deeper sinne then bottomlesse conceit Can comprehend in still imagination : Drunken desire must vomit his receit , Ere he can see his owne abhomination : While lust is in his pride , no exclamation Can cure his heate , or raigne his rash desire , Till like a Iade , selfe-will himselfe do tire . VV. Shakespeare . Lust neuer taketh ioy in what is due , But leaues knowne delights to seeke out new . S. Daniell . In chastitie is euer prostitute , Whose trees we loath when we haue pluckt the fruite . G. Chapman . Eschue vile Venus toyes , she cuts off age , And learne this lesson of ( and teach thy friend ) By pocks , death sudden , begging , harlots end . M. of M. The lechars toong is neuer voyd of guile , Nor Crocodile wants teares to win his praie : The subtillest temptor hath the sweetest stile , With rarest musicke , Syrens soon'st betraie . M. Drayton . Lust puts the most vnlawfull things in vre , Nor yet in limits euer could be bounded , Till he himselfe himselfe hath quite confounded . Idem . Abandon lust , if not for sin , yet to auoyd the shame , So hogs of Ithacus his men the Latian witch did frame . VV. Warner . That great Phisition that had liu'd in helth & age admirde , Did answer askt the cause , not he had done , as flesh desirde . Idem . The Spartans war for rapted queene to Ilions ouerthrow , The Monarch of Assiria chang'd , and Latine kings also , For Tarquins lust . Idem . Each house for lust a harbor and an Inne , Each citie is a sanctuary for sinne . And all do pitie beautie in distresse , If beautie chaste , then onely pittilesse . M. Drayton . Lawes . Deriue thy lawes from wisest heads , to be vpholden still , Not adding or abstracting , as conceited tire brains will. Encourage good men by thy loue , reforme the bad by lawe , Reserue an eare for either plea , and borrow leaue of awe . VV. VVarner . In vaine be counsells statutes , humaine lawes , When chiefe of Councells pleades the iustest cause . M. Drayton . So constantly the Iudges conster lawes , That all agree still with the stronger cause . M. of M. Pansamias and Lisander , by their swords And warlike vertues made Lacaena rich , Fame followed them where they the tents did pitch , But graue Licurgus by his lawes and words , Did merit more then these renowned Lords . D. Lodge . Licurgus for good lawes , lost his owne libertie , And thought it better to prefer common commoditie . G. Gascoigne . That Lawyer thogh he more by art thē right doth ouerthrow Consents to sin , deceiues the Iudge , wrōg right is iustice foe . VV. VVarner . Libertie . Sweete libertie to vs giues leaue to sing , What world it was where loue the rule did beare , How foolish chaunce by lots rul'd euery thing , How errour was maine saile , each waue a teare . The Mr. loue himselfe ; deepe sighes weare winde , Cares rowd with vowes , the ship vnmerry minde . False hope as firme oft turn'd the boate about , In constant faith stood vp for middle mast , Dispaire the cable , twisted all with doubt , Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast , Bewtie was all the rockes . VV. Watson . O liberty how much is that man blest , Whose happie fortunes do his fa●es areede , That for deserts reioyces to be freede ? Th. Storer . Sweete libertie the lifes best liuing flame . I. Markham . Our lands may come againe , but libertie once lost , Can neuer find such recōpence as counteruails the cost . G. Gascoigne . Learne freedome and felicitie , haukes flying where they list , Be kindlier & more sound then haukes best tended to the ●ist . vv . vvarner . He liues to die a noble death , that life forefreed once spends . Idem . — The name of Libertie , The watchword of rebellion euer vsde , The idle Eccho of vncertaintie That euermore the simple hath abusde . S. Daniell . Life . — All mans life me seemes a Tragedie , Full of sad sighes and sore Catastrophes , First comming to the world with weeping eie , Where all his dayes like dolorous Trophies , Are heapt with spoyles of fortune and of feare . And he at last laid forth on balefull beare . Ed. Spencer . Our life is but a step in dustie way . S. Phil. Sidney . This mortall life as death is tride , And death giues life . M. Roydon . What in this life we haue or can desire , Hath time of grow'th and moment of retire . D. Lodge . Our bodies , euery foot-step that they make , March toward death , vntill at last they die : Whether we worke or play , or sleep or wake , Our life doth passe , and with times wings doth flie . I. Dauies . The life of man a warfare right , in body and in soule , Resignes his robbed carkasse to be rolled in the mould . W. Warner . — The terme of life is limited . Ne may a man prolong or shorten it , The souldier may not moue from watchfull stid , Nor leaue his stand vntill his captaine bid . Ed. Spencer . The longer life I wot the greater sin , The greater sin , the greater punishment . Idem . Thus passeth with the ouerplus of life , The pleasant spring and flower of mortall life : The Aprils pompe once subiect to decay , Returnes not in the bud that earst was rife . Whilest mornings weepe , the liuely flower doth bost , Then pluck the stalke , and let not it be lost . D. Lodge . The sunne doth set and brings againe the day , But when our life is gone , we sleepe for aye . Th. Ach. Sunne sets and riseth , goes downe and quickly reuiueth , But mans light once out , eternall darknesse abideth . Ab. Fraunce . All mortall men must from this life be gone , Of life and death , there are more soules then one . The greatest and most glorious thing on ground , May often need the helpe of weakest hand , So feeble is mans state , and life vnsound , That in assurance it may neuer stand , Till it disordered be from earthly band . Ed. Spencer . — The restlesse life which men here lead , May be resembled to the tender plant : It springs , it sprouts , as babes in cradle breed , Flourish in May , like youthes that wisedome want , In Autumne ripe , and rots least store waxe scant . In winter shrinkes and shrowdes from euery blast , Like crooked age , when lustie youth is past . G. Gascoigne . The wicked liuers oftentimes haue wicked ends . S. I. H. Life is not lost said she , for which is bought Endles renowne , that more then death is to be sought . Ed. Spencer . Better it is for one to liue obscure , Then in a publike state to liue vnsure . D. Lodge . No life is blest that is not grac't with loue . B. Ihonson . They double life that dead things griefe sustaine , They kill , that feele not their friends liuing paine . G Chapman . That life 's ill spar'd that 's spar'd to cast more bloud . S. Daniell . Loue. Of Loue 's perfection perfectly to speake , Or of his nature rightly to define : Indeed doth farre surpasse our reasons reach , And needs this priest t' expresse his power diuine : For long before the world he was yborne , And bred aboue in Venus bosome deare , For by his power the world was made of yore , And all that therein wondrous doth appeare . Ed. Spencer . Loue is the Lord of all the world by right , And rules the creatures by his powerfull saw : All being made the vassalls of his might , Through secret sence , which thereto doth them draw . Idem . Vapour eterne in man , in beast , in tree , In plant and flower is loue , ( and so of might ) For in the world may not contained bee , Without accord and Loues imperiall right . Yet wends the foxe in holy hood full oft , And craft in stead of truth , beares crest aloft . D. Lodge . — That true Loue which dauncing did inuent , Is he that tun'd the worlds whole harmonie , And link't all men in sweete societie , He first exaulted from th' earth mingled minde , That heauenly fier or quintessence diuine , Which doth such sympathy in bewtie finde . As is betwixt the Elme and fruitfull Vine , And so to beautie euer doth encline . Lifes life it is , and cordiall to the hart , And of our better part , the better part . I. Dauies . Sweete loue is a celestiall harmonie , Of likely hearts compos'd of hearts consent , Which ioy together in sweete sympathie , To worke each others kind and true content , Which they haue harboured since their first discent , Out of these heauenly bowers , where they do see And know each other here belou'd to bee . Ed. Spencer . Iron with wearing shines , rust wasteth treasure On earth , but Loue there is no other pleasure . H. Constable . Loue a continuall fornace doth maintaine . Idem . Wealth maister is , and porter of the gate , That lets in loue , when want shall come too late . Th. Churchyard . — Loue to heauen is fled , Since swearing lust on earth vsurpt his name , Vnder whose simple semblance he hath fled Vpon fresh bewtie blotting it with blame , Which the hot tyrant staines , and soone ber●aues , As caterpillers , do the tender leaues . W. Sh. Loue is a spirit all compact of fier , Not grosse to sinke , but light and will aspire . Idem . Loue is a golden bubble full of dreames , That waking breakes , and fills vs with extreames . G. Chapman . Loue is a discord and a strange diuorce , Betwixt our sence and rest , by whose power , As mad with reason , we admit that force , Which wit or labour neuer may diuorce . It is a will that brooketh no consent , It would refuse , yet neuer may repent . — Loue 's a desire , which for to waight a time , Doth loose an age of yeares , and so doth passe , As doth the shadow seuerd from his prime , Seeming as though it were , yet neuer was . Leauing behind , nought but repentant thoughts , Of dayes ill spent , of that which profits noughts . It 's now a peace , and then a sudden warre , A hope consumde before it is conceiu'd , At hand it feares , and menaceth a farre , And he that gaines , is most of all deceiu'd . Loue whets the dullest wits his plagues be such , But makes the wise by pleasing , dote as much . E. O. Loue is a brain-sicke boy , and fierce by kind , A wilfull thought , which reason cannot moue , A flattering Sycophant , a murdering theefe , A poysoned choaking baite , a ticing greefe . A Tyrant in his lawes , in speech vnknowne , A blindfold guide , a feather in the winde : A right Chamelion for change of hew , A lame-lime-lust , a tempest of the minde . A breach of charitie , all vertues foe , A priuate warre , a toilsome web of woe . A fearefull iealousie , a vaine desire , A labyrinth , a pleasing miserie , A shipwracke of mans life , a smoakelesse fier , A ship of teares , a lasting lunacie . A heauie seruitude , a dropsie thirst , A hellish Iaile , whose captiues are accurst . Th. Watson . A sugred harme , a poyson full of pleasure , A painted shrine , ful-fill'd with rotten treasure . An heauen in shew , a hell to them that proue , A broken staffe , which fully doth vphold , A flower , that fades with euery frostie cold : An Orient rose , sprung from a withered plant , A game in seeming , shadowed still with want . A minutes ioy to gaine a world of griefe , A subtill net , to snare the idle minde , A seeing scorpion , yet in seeing blinde , A poore reioyce , a plague without teliefe , D. Lodge . Loue is a smoake made with fume of sighes , Being purg'd , a fier sparkling in Louers eies , Being vext , a sea , nourisht with louing teares , What is it else ? a madnesse most distrest , A choaking gall , and a preseruing sweet . W. Shakespeare . It is a doubled griefe , a sparke of pleasure , Begot by vaine desire , and this his loue : Whom in our youth , we count our chiefest treasure . In age for want of power we do reproue , Yea such a power is Loue , whose losse is paine , And hauing got him , we repent againe . D. Lodge . Loue the Idle bodies worke and surfet of the eye . W. Warner . Loue is but a terme , like as is Eccho but a voice , That this doth babble , that doth breed , or not , is ours the choice . W. Warner . — Loue is a subtill influence , Whose finall force still hangeth in suspence . D. Lodge . Loue is a wanton famine , rich in foode , But with a riper appetite controlled , An argument in figure and in moode : Yet hates all arguments ; disputing still , For sence against reason , with a sencelesse will. G. Chapman . Of euery ill the hatefull father vile , That doth the world with sorceries beguile , Cunningly mad , religiously prophane , Wits monster , reasons canker , sences bane , Loue taught the mother that vnkind desire , To wash her hands in her owne Infants blood . Loue taught the daughter to betray her fire Into most base and worthy seruitude : Loue taught the brother to prepare such foode ; To feast his brothers , that all seeing sunne Wrapt in a cloude that wicked sight did shunne . I. Dauies . Loue is a sowre delight , a sugred griefe , A liuing death , an euer dying life , A breach of reasons law , a secret theefe , A sea of teares , an euerlasting strife . A baite for fooles , a scourge of noble wits , A deadly wound , a shot which euer hits , Loue is a blinded god , and angry boy , A labyrinth of doubts , an idle lust , A slaue to bewties will , a witlesse toy . A rauening bird , a tyrant most vniust , A burning heate , a cold , a flattering ioy , A priuate hell , a very world of woe . Th. VVatson . — Loue bewitcher of the wit. The scorne of vertue , vices parasite , The slaue to weakenesse , friendships false bewraier , Reasons rebell , fortitudes betraier . The churchmēs staffe , court , camp , & countries guider , Arts infection , chaste thoughts , and youths defiler . I. VVeeuer . Controlling Loue , proud fortunes busie factor , The gall of wit , sad melancholies schoole , Heart-killing corsiue , golden times detractor , Life-fretting canker , mischiefes poysoned toole , The Ideots ydle brother , wise mens foole . A foe to friendship enemie to truth , The wrong misleader of our pleasing youth . M. Drayton . — Loue is roote and onely crop of care , The bodies foe , the hearts annoy , & cause of pleasures rare . The sicknesse of the minde , the fountaine of vnrest , The gulfe of guile , the pit of paine , of griefe the hollow chest : A fiery frost , a flame that frozen is with Ice , A heauie burden , light to beare , a vertue fraught with vice . It is a worldlike peace , a safetie seeing dread , A deepe dispaire , annext to hope , a fancie that is fed , Sweete poyson for his taste , a port Charibdis like , Ascylla for his safetie , though a Lyon that is meeke . Th. Turberuile . — O brawling loue , O louing hate , O any thing of nothing first created : O heauie lightnesse , serious vanitie , Mishapen Chaos of well seeing formes , Feather of lead , bright smoke , cold fier , sicknes , helth , Still waking sleepe , that is not what it is . W. Shakespeare . Sight is his roote , in thought is his progression , His childhood wonder , prentiship attention : His youth delight , his age the soules opression , Doubt is his sleepe , he waketh in inuention . Fancie his foode , his cloathing carefulnesse , Beautie his booke , his play , Louers discention . His eies are curious search , but vaild with warefulnesse , His wings desire , oft clipt with desperation : Largesse his hands , could neuer skill of sparefulnesse . But how he doth by might or by perswasion , To conquer , and his conquest how to ratifie , Experience doubts , and schooles had disputation . S. Ph. Sidney . Loue hath two shafts , the one of beaten gold , By stroake whereof , a sweete effect is wrought : The other is of lumpish leaden mold , And worketh no effect but what is nought . Th. Watson . At Venus intreatie for Cupid her sonne , These arrowes by Vulcan were cunningly done : The first is Loue , as here you may behold , His feathers head and body are of gold . The second shaft is Hate , a foe to loue , And bitter are his torments for to proue . The third is Hope , from whence our comfort springs , His feathers are puld from Fortunes wings . Fourth , Iealousie in basest mindes doth dwell , This mettall Vulcans Cyclops sent from hell . G. Peele . Hard is the doubt , and difficult to deeme , When all three kinds of loue together meet : And do dispart the heart with power extreame , Whether shall waigh the ballance downe ; to weet The deare affection vnto kindred sweet , Or raging fier of loue to woman kinde , Or zeale of friends combinde with vertues meet . But of them all the band of vertues minde , Me seemes the gentle heart should most assured finde . Ed. Spencer . Of vertue onely , perfect loue doth grow , Whose first beginning though it be more slow Then that of lust , and quickens not so fast : Yet sure it is , and longer time doth last . The strawe inkindles soone , and slakes againe , But yron is slow , and long will heat retaine . Th. Hudson . Most true it is that true loue hath no power To looken back , his eyes be fixt before . W. Sha. Loue alwaies doth bring forth most bounteous deeds , And in each gentle heart desire of honor breeds . True loue is free , and led with selfe delight , Ne will inforced be with masterdome or might . Idem . Loue naked boy hath nothing on his backe , And though he wanteth neither arme nor legge , Yet maim'd he is , sith he his sight doth lacke : And yet ( though blind ) he bewtie can behold , And yet though nak'd , he feeles more heat then cold . H. C. Loue staies not long , it is but one yeares bird . Th. Churchyard . Loue must haue change to season sweet delight . Idem . Loue , lawes and Iudges hath in fee , Nature and vse his iudges bee : To whom his whole course censures flee , Since past , and things to come they see . G. Chapman . Loue is in power felt of all , in person found of none , Or rather is not reall but some fancie ; If not , then Fantasticall in women , but essentiall in men . W. Warner . Loues eyes in viewing neuer haue their fill . W. Marlowe . This is the least effect of Cupids dart , To change the mind by wounding of the hart . Th. Watson . Vnto the woods runs loue , as well as rides to the pallace , Neither he beares reuerence to a prince , nor pitie to beggere But ( like a point amidst of a circle ) still of an euennesse , All to a lesson he drawes , neither hills nor caues can auoyd him . S. Phil. Sidney . The throne of Cupid hath an easie staire , His barke is fit to saile with euery winde : The breach he makes , no wise man can repaire . Ed. Fairfax . — Loue will haue his godhead seene In famous queenes , and highest princes hearts . S. I. H. Loue wants his eyes , yet shootes he passing right , His shafts our thoughts , his bowe he makes our sight , His deadly pilles are tempered with such art , As still directs the arrow to the hart . M. Drayton . — Loue doth raigne In stoutest minds , and maketh monstrous warre , He maketh warre , he maketh peace againe : And yet his peace is but continuall warre , O miserable men , that to him subiect are . Ed. Spencer . First loue is firme and toucheth very neare . W. Warner . Loue vnto life this cognizance doth giue , This badge , this marke , to euery man that minds it : Loue lendeth life , which liuing cannot die , Nor liuing , loue . G. Gascoigne . Loue is too full of faith , too credulous , With folly and false hope deluding vs. Ch. Marlowe . Loue is not full of mercy as men say , But deafe and cruell where he meanes to pray . Idem . Loue paints his longings in sweet virgins eyes . G. Chapman . — Loue gainsaid : growes madder then before . Th. Watson . Loue findeth meane , but hatred knowes no measure . Ed. Spencer . As Bacchus opes dissembled harts , So loue sets out our better parts . M. Roydon . As loue hath wreathes his pretie eyes to seare , So louers must keep secret what they feare . D. Lodge . Loue keeps his reuels where there are but twaine . W. Shakespeare . As Iris coate in sundry taints doth showe , So loue is clad in weale , and strait in woe . D. Lodge . Loue can abide no law , loue alwaies loues to be lawlesse , Loue altereth nature , rules reason , mastereth Olympus : Lawes , edicts , deerees , contemnes Ioue mightily thundring . Ioue that rules and raigns , that with beck bendeth Olympus . Loue caried Hyppolitus with briars & thorns to be mangled For that he had the faire foule lusting Phedra refused . Loue made Absyrtus with sisters hands to be murdred And in peeces torne , and here and there to be scattered . Loue forst Pasiphae mans company long to be loathing , And for a while bulls flesh , bulls company long to be taking . Loue and luring lookes of louely Polixena caused Greekish Achilles death when he came to the church to be wedded . Loue made Alcides that most inuincible Heros , Maister of all monsters , at length to be whipt of a monster . Loue drownd Leander , swimming to the beautifull He●o , Vnto the towne Cestos , from towne of cursed Abydos . Loue made Ioue that 's ruler of earth , and ruler of heauen , Like to a silly shepheard , and like to the fruitfull Echidua . Like to a fish , to a swan , a spawne , to a bull , to an eagle : Sometimes Amphitrio , sometimes Dictinua resembling . Ab. Fraunce . Trifling attempts no serious acts aduance , The fier of loue is blowne by dalliance . G. Chapman . — Where there growes a sympathy of harts , Each passion in the one , the other paineth : And by euen carryage of the outward parts , ( Wherein the actuall worke of loue remaineth . ) The inward griefes , mislikes and ioyes are taught , And euery signe bewraies a secret thought . D. Lodge . Loue deeply grounded , hardly is dissembled . Ch. Marlowe . O bold beleeuing loue , how hote it seemes , Not to beleeue , and yet too credulous : Thy weale and woe are both of them extreames , Dispaire and hope makes thee ridiculous . The one doth flatter the inthoughts vnlikely , The likely thoughts the other killeth quickly . W. Sha. Loue goes towards loue , as schoole boyes from their bookes , But loue from loue toward schoole with heauy lookes . Idem . — Loue can comment vpon euery woe . Idem . Cupids deep riuers haue their shallow fordes His griefe bring ioyes , his losse recompences . He breeds the sore , and cures vs of the paine , Achilles launce , that wounds and heales againe . Ed. Fairfax . Wonder it is to see in diuers mindes , How diuersly loue doth his pageant play , And shewes his power in variable kindes : The baser wit whose idle thoughts alway Are wont to cleaue vnto the lowly clay . It stirreth vp to sensuall desire , And in leaud sloth to waste his carelesse day , But in braue spirits it kindles goodly fire , That to all hie desert and honour doth aspire . Ed. Spencer . Such ones , ill iudge of loue that cannot loue , Ne in their frozen hearts feele kindly flame : For thy they ought nothing vnknowne reproue , Ne naturall affection faultlesse blame . For it of honor and all vertue is The roote , and brings forth glorious fruites of fame . That crowne true louers with immortall blisse , The meed of them that loue , and do not liue amisse . Idem . The persons must in passions iumpe else loue is but a game , Nor thinke I of a womans graunt , but as a wooers game . VV. Warner . Pure loue said she , the purest grace pursues , And there is contract not by application : Of lippes or bodies , but of bodies vertues , As in our elementall motion . Starres by their powers , which are their heat and light , Do heauenly workes , and that which hath probation By vertue all contract hath the noblest plight , Both for the lasting and affinitie It hath with naturall diuinitie . G. Chapman . Loue is a lord of truth and loyaltie , Lifting himselfe out of the lowly dust : On golden plumes vp to the purest skie , Aboue the reach of loathly sinfull lust . Whose base affect through cowardly distrust Of his weake wings dare not to heauens flie , But like a mold warpe in the earth doth lie . Ed. Spencer . — One louing howre For many yeares of sorrow can dispence , A dramme of sweet , is worth a pound of sowre . Idem . Loue and maiestie dwell ill together . S. Daniell . The ioyes of loue , if they should euer last Without affliction or disquietnes : That worldly chaunces do among them cast , Would be on earth too great a blessednes . Liker to heauen then mortall wretchednes : Therefore the winged God to let men weet That here on earth is no sure happines , A thousand sowres hath tempered with one sweet , To make it seeme more deare and daintie as is meet . Ed. Spencer . True it is said , what euer man it said , That loue with gall and hony doth abound : But if the one be with the other waid , For euery dramme of hony therein found , A pound of gall doth ouer it abound . Idem . Loue hath delight in sweet delicious fruite , Loue neuer takes good counsell for his friend . Loue author is , and cause of idle care . Loue is destraught of wit , he hath no end . Loue shooteth shafts of burning hot desire , Loue burneth more then either flame or fire . Loue doth much harme through Iealousies assault . Loue once imbrac't will hardly part againe . Loue thinkes in breach of faith there is no fault . Loue makes a sport of others deadly paine . Loue is a wanton childe , and loues to brall , Loue with his warre brings many soules to thrall . Th. Watson . — Gods themselues are chaung'd by Loue , Ioue steales from skies to lie by Laedaes side : Arcas descends for faire Aglauraes sake , And Sol so soone as Daphne is espide , To follow his chariot doth forsake . Idem . — The sweetest honey , Is loathsome in his owne deliciousnesse , And in the tast confounds the appetite , Therefore Loue moderately long loue doth so , Too swift arriues as tardie as too slowe . W. Shakespeare . — The rights In which Loues beautious empresse most delights , Are banquets , Doricke musicke , midnight reuelling , Plaies , maskes , and all that sterne age counteth euill . Ch. Marlowe . Those easily men credit whom they loue . S. Daniell . Play with the fire , yet die not in the flame , Shew passion in thy words , but not in hart , Least whē thou think'st to bring thy thoughts in frame Thou proue thy selfe a prisoner by thy art . Play with these babes of loue , as Apes with glasses , And put no trust in feathers , wind or lasses . D. Lodge . The greedie moone along her giddie spheare , Boads not such change in her inconstant course , No crinite comet in the waine of yeare , No rising rage nor swelling of sourse . As Loue in shape , in substance and effect , But Gods and men with fury doth infect , A morning starre ( that peereth from the pride Of siluer floate ) bedew'd and sparkling bright , Borne from the second forme of waters glide , The queene of Loue , the mistresse of delight . Aye such is loue in semblance at the first , But his effects are cruell and accurst . D· Lod , Albeit bewtie moues to loue , and loue doth make thee sue , Better at first be nonsuite , then at length not to subdue . W. Warner . It hath bene when as heartie loue did treat and tie the knot , Though now if gold but lacking be , the wedding fadgeth not . Idem . Loue learnes rural wits and base borne brats to be reading , Heartburning secrets , and wonders daintily written , In faire flaming eyes , by the hand of louely Cupido . A. Fraunce . Loue nill consent that bewties fiel● lie waste . Ed. Fairfax . T is often seene , Loue workes a man a weake deiected minde , For euer seene , a womans loue doth alter as the winde . W· VVarner . No stile is held for base , where loue well named is , Each eare suckes vp the words a true loue scattereth . S. Ph. Sydney . All losse is lesse , and lesse the infamy , Then losse of loue to him that loues but one , Ne may loue be compeld by maisterie , For as soone as maisterie comes sweete loue anon : Taketh his nimble wings , and soone is gone . Ed. Spencer . For euery pleasure that in loue is found , A thousand woes and more therein abound . Th. Watson . Like as a nibling fish that halfe mistrusts The golden shew of an enticing baite , Makes many offers for the thing she lusts , Daring to deale with that she deemes deceite : So plaies the amorous God with his faire prize , Whom loue and lust bids board , but shame denies . Ch. Middleton . From these hie hills as when a spring doth fall , It thrilleth downe with still and subtill course , Of this and that it gathereth aide , and shall Till wit haue iust done , flowed to streame and force , Then at the foote , it rageth ouer all : So fareth Loue when he hath tane a course . Rage is vaine resistance vaileth none , The first issue is remedie alone . E. of Surrey . Not all the writs Diana hath , can Cupids plaint remoue . W. Warnaer . — Lordly Loue is such a Tyrant fell , That where he rules , all power he doth expell . Ed. Sp. If Loue compelled be and cannot chuse , How can it gratefull or thanke worthy proue ? Loue must free harted be and voluntary , And not enchaunted or by fate constrain'd . Nor like that loue which did Vlisses carry , To Circes Ile with mightie charmes . I. Dauies . Where heate of Loue doth once possesse the hart , There cares oppresse the minde , with wondrous ill , Wit runnes awrie , not fearing subtill smart , And fond desire doth euer maister will. The belly neither cares for meate nor drinke , Nor ouerwatched eyes desite to winke . Footesteps are false , and wauering too and fro , The brightsome flower of beautie fades away , Reason retires , and pleasure brings in woe , And wisedome yeeldeth place to blacke decay . Councell and fame , and friendship are condemned , And bashful shame , and Gods themselues contēned . Watchfull suspect is kindled with dispaire , Inconstant hope is often drownd in feares : What folly hurts not , fortune can repaire , And miserie doth swim in seas of teares . Long vse of life is but a liuing foe , As gentle death is onely end of woe . Th. Watson . Vnlawfull meanes doth make loue lawfull gaine , He speakes most true when he the most doth faine . M. Drayton . As many bees , as Hybla daily sheelds , As many frie as fleet in Oceans face , As many heards as on the earth do trace , As many flowers as deckt the fragrant fields , As many starres as glorious heauen containes , As many cloudes as wayward winter weepes , As many plagues as hell enclosed keepes . So many griefes in Loue , so many paines , Suspicions , thoughts , desires , opinions , praiers , Mislikes , misdeeds , fond ioyes , and fained peace , Illusions , dreames , great paines , and small encrease , Vowes , hope , acceptance scornes and deepe dispaires . D. Lodge . The gnawing enuie , the heartfretting feare , The vaine surmises , the distinctfull shewes , The false reports that flying tales do beare , The doubts , the dangers , the delaies , the woes , The fained friends , the vnexpected foes , With thousand more then any tongue can tell , Do make a Louers life a wretches hell . Ed. Spencer . T is folly by our wisest worldlings prou'd , If not to gaine by loue ) to be belou'd , B. Ihonson . Against Loues fier feares frost hath dissolution . W. Shakespeare . — Greater conquest of hard Loue he gaines , That workes it to his will , then he that it constraines . Ed. Spencer . ●nto a Knight there is no greater shame , ●hen lightnes and inconstancie in loue . Idem . ●oues weeping flames , by reason do subdue ●efore their rage grow to so great vnrest , ●s miserable louers vse to rue , ●hich stil wax old in woes whil'st woe stil waxeth new Ed. Spencer . Old Loue is litle worth when new is more preferd . Idem . Who can shew all his loue , can loue but lightly . S. Daniell . No man from the monarch loue by wit or weapō flies . W. Warner . — Loftie Loue doth loathe a lowly eye . Ed. Spencer . Loue thriues not in the heart , that shadowes dreadeth . W. Shakespeare . Gather I say , the Rose while it is time , For soone comes age that will her pride deflame : Gather the Rose of Loue while yet is time , Whil'st louing , thou mai'st loued be with equall aime . Ed. Sp. O learne to loue , the lesson is but plaine , And once made perfect , neuer lost againe . VV. Shakespeare . Louers their loued Ladies loues to gaine Promise , protest and sweare without regard , That God doth see and know their falshood still , And can and shall reuenge it at his will. Their oathes but words , their words are all but wind , Vttered in heart , and with like heart forgotten , As bundles are trust vp coards all rotten . Coinesse is nought , but worst to be too kind ; Men care not for the good that soone is gotten : But women of their wits may chiefly boast , That are made wiser by an others cost . S. I. H. He that bindes himselfe in worthy bands , Although his shew but grace him small : Although he finde no fauour at her hands , Sharp words , coy lookes , small thanks , hope none at all , Though more and more , aloofe from him she stands : Yet for his heart and thoughts be highly placed , He must not mourne , although he die disgraced . Idem . Dumbe Swans , not chattering Pies do Louers proue , They loue indeed , who dare not say they loue . S. Ph. Sydney . The Louer and beloued are not tied to one Loue. VV. Sh. He that on Loues blind snares once sets his foote , Seemeth to draw it backe , but findes it caught , And madnesse meere in Loue to ouershoote , The foole hath felt , the wise hath euer taught . And though in all alike it take not roote , Yet all shall finde , Loue is a thing of nought . For sure it is , an open signe of madnesse , To haue an others pleasure breed thy sadnesse . S. I. Harrington . The birds their beake , the lion hath his taile , And louers nought but sighes and bitter moane , The spotlesse force of fancie to assaile . D. Lodge . Sweete are the kisses , the embracements sweete , When like desires , and affections meete : For from the earth to heauen is Cupid raised , Where fancie is in equall ballance peized . Ch. Marlowe . Foule words and frownes must not repell a Louer , What though the Rose hath prickles , yet t is pluckt , Were bewtie vnder twentie locks kept fast , Yet Loue breakes through , and breakes them all at last , W. Shakespeare . — Louers houres are long , though seeming short , If pleasde themselues , others they delight : In such like circumstance , with such like sport , Their copious stories oftentimes begun , End without audience , and are neuer done . Idem . A Louer may bestride the Gossamours , That Idles in the wanton sommer aire , And yet not full so light is vanitie . Idem . The Dutch in loue is proude , Italians enuious , The French man full of mirth , the Spanyard furious . Magicke . Three kindes there are for natures skill : The first they naturall do name , In which by hearbes and stones they will Worke wondrous things , and worthy fame . The next is Mathematicall , Where Magicke workes by nature so , That brazen heads make speake it shall , Of woods , birds , bodies , flie and go , The third Veneficall , by right Is named , for by it they make The shape of bodies chang'd in sight And their formes on them to take . M. of M. — Oh who can tell The hidden power of hearbes , and might of magicke skill ? Ed. Spencer . Man. In time conuenient this world Almightie created , And it a large theater to behold , his glory appointed : Which whē he had with store of treasures richly replenisht , And with aboundant grace causd euery part to be furnisht , Man was made at length , Adam was quickly created Most perfect creature , and like to the mightie Creator , Good wit , immortall , of mankind only beginner . But proud ambition the serpent craftily cloaking , With curst and bitter sweete , his cankred poyson abounding . Adam dispossest of pleasant beautifull harbors . Adams heart possest with most vnspeakable horrors . Man was mard at length , Adam was fouly defaced . Last worke and lost worke , Adam was filthily fowled : Most cursed creature , vnlike to the mightie Creator , Bad , foolish , mortall , of mankind only the murderer . A. France . — Vile man begot of clay , and borne of dust . Ed. Fairfax . Man composed first of slime , Doth liue to lead his daies in strife : And as the heauens do that dispose , So shuts and spreads he with the rose . D. Lodge . Time ouer old and yoong is still reuolued , Within it selfe , and neuer tasteth end : But mankind is to nought for aye reserued , The filthy snake her aged coat can mend . And getting youth againe , in youth doth flourish : But vnto man age euer death doth send . The very trees with grafting we can cherish : So that we can long time produce their time , But man which helpeth them , helplesse must perish . S. Phil. Sidney . O trustlesse state of miserable men , That build your blisse on hope of earthly thing : And vainly thinke your selues halfe happie then , When painted faces with smooth flattering Do fawne on you , and your wide praises sing . And when the courting masker louteth low , Him free in heart , and trustie too you know . Ed. Spencer . He that comparde mans body to a hoaste , Said that the hands were scouts discouering harmes : The feet were horsemen thundering on the coaste . The brest and stomacke foe men , huge in swarmes , But for the head in soueraigntie did boast , It captaine was , directer of alarmes . Whose rashnesse if it hazarded any ill , Not he alone , but all the hoast did spill . I. Markeham . Each creature not grudging at mans glorie , Vnto his life becomes contributorie . Idem . Like flouds in sommer , or flowing springs in the winter , So man consumeth : No trust or firmenesse in life , that flies like a shadow ? What then alas is man That so presumeth ? D. Lodge . The shadow of the clocke by motion wends , We see it passe , yet marke not when it parts : So what is mans declines , and sudden ends , Each thing begins , continues and conuerts . Idem . — Man to woman giueth all perfection , And as our chiefe Philosophers do say , Woman by man is perfect made each way . I. VVeeuer . — Man is loaden with ten thousand languors , All other creatures only feele the angors Of fewe diseases ; as the gleaming quaile , Only the falling sicknes doth assaile . The turne-about and murraine trouble cattle , Madnesse and quincie bid the mastife battle . I. Siluester . ●t doth exceed mans thought to thinke how hie God hath raisd man , since God a man became : The Angels do admire this mysterie , And are astonisht when they view the same . I. Dauies . Men do not know what they themselues will bee , When as more then themselues , themselues they see . S. Daniell . ●ike as the fatall rauen that in his voyce ●arries the dreadfull summons of our deaths , ●ies by the faire Arabian spiceries , ●er pleasant gardens and delightfull parts , ●eeming to curse them with his hoarse exclaimes : ●nd yet doth stoupe with hungry violence , ●pon a peece of hatefull carrion . So wretched man displeas'd with those delights , Would yeeld a quickning sauour to his soule , Pursues with eager and vnstanched thirst , The greedy longings of his loathsome flesh . G. Peele . Man is a little world , and beares the face And picture of the vniuersitie : All but resembleth God , all but is glasse , All but the picture of his maiestie . Man is the little world ( so we him call ) The world the little God , God the great all . Th. Bastard . The gallant courser in his full carrire Is made by man to stoppe with slender raine : But man himselfe his lust and fond desire Is sildome drawne by reason to refraine . T is hard to stop , but harder to retire , When youthfull course ensueth pleasure vaine . As beares do breake the hiues and weake defences , When smell of hony commeth to their sences . S. I. H. Great Pompey in the midst of victorie , All vnexpected happened to his end : And Caesar in his greatest maiestie Vntimely murdered by his dearest friend . Such are mens best estates , more wretched they , In greatest pompe most subiect to decay . Ch. Midleton . What doth make men without the parts of men , Or in their manhoods lesse then children But manlesse natures ? all this world was namd'd A world of him for whom it first was framde ( Who like a tender cheuerell shrunke with fire Of base ambition , and of selfe desire ) His armes into his shoulders crept , for feare Bountie should vse them , and fierce rape forbeare , His legs into his greedy belly runne , The charge of hospitalitie to shunne ) In him the world is to a lumpe reuerst : That shrunke from forme that was by forme disperst . And in nought more then thanklesse auarice , Not rendring vertue her deserued price . G. Chapman . Like as rude Painters that contend to showe Beasts , fowles , or fish , all artlesse to bestowe On euery side his natiue counterfet , Aboue his head his name had need to set . So men that will be men in more then fate ( As in their forheads ) should in actions place More perfect characters to proue they be No mockers of their first nobilitie . Els may they easily passe for beasts or foules , Soules praise our shapes , and not our shapes our soules . Idem . When as men all do know , then nothing know . S. Daniell . — The milder passions doth show man. For as the leafe doth bewtifie the tree , The pleasant flowers bedeck the flourishing spring , Euen so in men of greatest reach and power , A mild and piteous thought augments renowne . D. Lodge . No man before his end is truly blest . T. Dekkar . — Man to man , as beast to beast , holds ciuil duties vain . W. Warner . Mans inward parts are colder and the nummer , When outwardly they feele a boyling sommer . Mans voyce in euery ones opinion , is but an airie repercussion ▪ D. Lodge . Marriage . Hymen that now is god of nuptiall rights , And crownes with honor loue and his delights . G. Chapman . Before them on an altar he presented Both fire and water , which was first inuented : Since to ingenerate euery humane creature And euery other birth produc'st by nature , Moysture and heate , must mix , so man and wife For humane race , must ioyne in nuptiall life . Idem . — In Athence The custome was , that euery mayd did weare During her maydenhead , a silken spheare : About her waste aboue her inmost weed Knit with Mineruaes knot , and that was freed By the faire bridegroome on the mariage night , With many ceremonies of delight . Idem . Shouldst thou but dream what mariage is , thou wouldst not liue a maid , One hart of two , two soules of one , by wedlocke is conuaid . VV. VVarner . Beleeue me man , there is no greater blisse , Then is the quiet ioy of louing wife : Which who so wants , halfe of himselfe doth misse . Friend without change , play-fellow without strife . Food without fulnesse , counsaile without pride , Is this sweet doubling of our single life . S. Phil. Sidney . In choyce of wife , preferre the modest chaste , Lillies are faire in shew , but foule in smell : The sweetest lookes by age are soone defaste , Then choose thy wife by wit and louing well . Who brings thee wealth , and many faults withall , Presents thee hony mixt with bitter gall . D. Lodge . Wild sauages that drinkes of running springs , Thinkes water faire , exceeds all other things . But they that daily taste meate , nere despi●e it , Virginitie , al be some highly prise it , Compar'd with marriage , had you tride them both , Differs as much , as wine and water doth . Ch. Marlow . All touch sweet , tast sweet , eie sweet , eare sweet , sweet sence , sweet sou●e is , A vertuous match , but vicious loue in all contrary this . W. Warner . One is no number , maides are nothing then Without the sweet societie of men . Ch. Marlow . — Marriage will soone destroy Those passions which to youthfull head do clime , Mothers and nurses of all vaine annoy . Idem . — Wretched wedlock breeds but hated heat , Where no loue seemes so sweet , as stolen and secret . D. Lodge . Offer no loue rights , but let wiues still seeke them , For when they come vnsought , they sildom like them . B. Iohnson . — Euen as Adam wrote his ouerthrow By tasting fruite that God did him forbid , So he that curiously will search to know All that his wife hath said , or what she did , May fortune at the last himselfe beshrow . S. I. H. Let him that his wife to his bent will drawe , Match with a virgin and keepe her in awe . To loue , and wed for loue , is perfit blisse . G. Turb . His be the hurt that lookes not ere he wed . The husband may the woman make or marre . Idem . We are not male nor female borne , that we should fruitlesse die . W. Warner . — Experience bidding vs , doth bid vs lay to thriue . The first degree to which say some , is warily to wine : But wife if shrow or saint become ( as not vnlike ) a shrow , Then is that first degree to thrift , the third degree in woe . Idem . Let nothing seuere those whom God doth linke . S. I. H. — The chance that once befell To wandring Dina , may be witnesse well That secret mariage that to fewe is kend , Doth neuer lead the louers to good end . For of our bodies we no power may claime , Except our parents do confirme the same . Th. Hud . We worldly folkes account him very wise , That hath the wit most worthily to wed , By all meanes therefore , alwaies we deuise To see our issue rich in spousall fed , We buy and sell rich Orphans ; babes scant bred Must match , ere they do know what marriage meanes : Boyes marrie old trots , old fooles wed yoong queanes . We call this wedding , which in any wise Can be no marriage , but pollution plaine : A new found trade of humaine marchandize , The diuells net , a filthy fleshly gaine , Of kind and nature , an vnnaturall staine : A foule abuse of Gods most holy order , And yet allow'd almost in euery border . M. of M. A filthy trull , is irksome to the eie , A gallant gyrle allures the lookers mind : A wanton wench will haue the head to die , An aged trot to like , is hard to find . A bearing wife with brats , will cloy the store , A greater care then childrens care is none : A barren beast will grieue thee ten times more , No ioy remaines when sappe of fruite is gone . Wherefore let wiuing goe liue single aye , A shrew we see is wedded on a day , But ere a man can shift his hands t is long . G. Turb . Maladie . Fast by old age pale Maladie was plac't , Sore sicke in bed her colour all forgone , Bereft of stomacke , sauour , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meate but broaths alone . Abhorring her , her sicknesse past recure , Detesting phisicke , and all phisicks cure . M. i Sackuill . Sicknesse the herauld of armes , hearts , and all . Th. Storer . Th'humorous sicke , remouing , find no ease , When chaunged chambers helpe not the disease . S. Dauiell . — O sicknesse thou art oft betide , When death hath many woes to come beside . Idem . Might . The meanest fault is hie offence , vrg'd of a mighty foe . W. Warner . To shadow sinne Might can the more pretend . M. Dr. — Might is euer absolute alone , When of two powers ther 's true coniunctione . Idem . Power constrain'd is but a glorious slaue . Ed. Fairfax . — Slight , force , are mightie things , From which , much , if not most , earths glory springs : If vertues selfe were clad in humaine shape , Vertue without these , might go beg and scrape . I. Marston . Vnited powers , makes each the stronger proue . S. Ph. Sydney . — Honey words make foolishnesse , And power the greatest wit with error blinds . D. Lodge . All as the highest trees do sheeld the shrubs , From posting Phlegons warmth , and warming fier , So mightie men obscure each others fame , And make the best deseruer fortunes game . Idem . — Excellencie neuer beares this minde , By no inferiour skill to be definde . Th. Storer . Where power decreed hath to find th' offence , The cause is better still , then the defence . S. Daniell . Miserie . His face was leane and some deale pinde away , And eke his hands consumed to the bone : But what his body was I cannot say , For on his carkasse , rayment had he none . Saue cloutes and patches peeced one by one , With staffe in hand , and scrippe on shoulder cast , His chiefe defence against the winters blast . His food for most , was wilde fruites of the tree , Vnlesse sometimes , some crummes fell to his share , Which in his wallet long , God-wot kept he , As one the which full daintily would fare : His drinke the running streame his cup , the bare Of his palme clozd , his bed the hard cold ground , To this poore life , was Miserie ybound . M. Sackuill . — This Iron world Brings downe the stoutest hearts to lowest state , For Miserie doth brauest mindes abate , And makes them seeke for that they wont to scorne , Of fortune and of hope , at once forlorne . Ed. Spencer . — He hath a foolish fantasie , That thinkes to find a friend in miserie . G. Gascoigne . O Miserie , where once thou art possest , How soone thy faint infection alters kind , And like a Circe , turnest man to beast , And with the body dost transforme the mind , That can in fetters our affection bind . M. Drayton . — Miserie is troden on by many , But being lowe , neuer relieu'd by any . W. Shakespeare . — The mightiest that haue liu'd , Haue falne and headlong too , in Miserie , It is some comfort to haue companie . G. Peele . Men flie from foes , but not from Miserie . M. Drayton . Let him that sees his priuate Miserie Auoyd the prospect of prosperitie : It breeds pale enuie , and sad discontent Procures offence before a profered wrong . Torments it selfe till all conceits are spent , And thoughts deliuered by malitious tongue , Then rapt with violent fury goes so strong , That it enuenomes all our humaine parts , Blind iudging in eyes , and sence confounding harts . Th. Storer . Melancholy . — Melancholy from the splene begunne , By passion mou'd , into the vaines doth runne : Which when this humour as a swelling floud , By vigour is infused in the bloud , The vitall spirits doth mightily appall , And weakeneth so the parts Organicall , And when the sences are disturb'd and tir'd , With what the heart incessantly desir'd· Like trauellers with labour long opprest , Finding reliefe , eftsoones they fall to rest . M. Drayton . Thou nursing mother of faire wisedomes lore , Ingenious Melancholy . I. Marston . Those men to Melancholy giuen , we Saturnists do call . VV. Warner . Memorie . This Lidger booke lies in rhe braine behinde , Like Ianus eye which in his poll was set : The lay mans table , Storehouse of the minde , Which doth remember much , and much forget . I. Dauies . Here sences apprehensions end doth take , As when a stone is into water cast : One circle , doth an other circle make , Till the last circle touch the banke at last . Idem . Remēbrance is the life of grief , his graue forgetfulnes . Ed. Fairfax . Remembrance fresh , makes weakened sorrows strong . Idem . Mischiefe . The cause once gone , th'ffects thereof surcease , And mischiefes being preuented whil'st they are yong Cannot braunch forth themselues to do that hurt , That time , their natures , and bad men would worke . Ch. Middleton . A Mischife seene may easily be preuented , But being hapt , not helpt , yet still lamented . M. Drayton . Faire goodnesse is foule ill , if mischiefes wit , Be not represt from leaud corrupting it . Idem . Mischiefe is oft made good by speeding well . S. Daniell . Mercie . Some Clarkes do doubt in their deuisefull art , Whether this heauenly thing whereof I treat , To weeten Mercie be of Iustice part , Or drawne forth from her by diuine extreat . This well I wot , that sure she as great , And meriteth to haue so hie a place : She first was bred and borne of heauenly race , From thence powr'd downe of men by influence of grace . Ed. Spencer . O who shall shew the countenance and gestures Of Mercie and iustice ; which faire sacred sisters , With equall poize do euer ballance euen , Th'vnchaunging proiects of the King of heauen . Th' one sterne of looke , th' other mild aspecting , The'one pleasd with teares , th' other bloud affecting : Th' one beares the sword of vengeance vnrelenting , Th' other brings pardon for the true repenting . I. Syluicter . — Still as rage kindleth the fire of wrath , Mercie to quench it , store of water hath . S. I. Harrington . — This noble vertue and diuine , Doth chiefly make a man so rare and od , As in that one , he most resembleth God. Idem . Then come we nearest to the Gods on hie , When we are farthest from extremitie , Giuing forth sentence of our Lawes with Mercie . Tho. Achely . Mercie may mend whom malice made offend , Death giues no thankes , but checks authoritie , So Rulers mildnesse , subiects loue do nourish . S. Daniell . Soft pittie enters at an Iron gate . VV. Sh. Mercie but murders , pardoning those that kill . Idem . Pittie drawes loue bloud-shed , as natures griefe , Compassion , followeth the vnfortunate . S. D. VVhen pittie runneth afore , loue alwaies followeth after , A. Fraunce . As it is greater praise to saue then spill , So better to reforme , then to cut off the ill . Ed. Spencer . How deare is mercie hauing power and will , When pittie helpes where equitie doth kill ? M. Drayton . Minde . The Minde hath in it selfe a deitie , And in the stretching circle of her eie , All things are compast , all things present still Will fram'd to power , doth make vs what we will. G. Chapman . It is the minde that maketh good or ill , That makes a wretch , or happie , rich or poore , For some that haue a boundance at their will , Haue not inough , but want in greatest store . An other that hath little , askes no more , But in that little is both rich and wise . Ed. Spencer . The Minde is free what ere afflict the man , A King 's a King , do fortune what she can . M. Drayton . — The Minde times enemie , obliuions foe , Disposer true of each note worthy thing . Ed. Fairfax . Our mindes discerne where eies could neuer see . M. Draiton . — That Minde most is bewtifull and hie , And nearest comes to a diuinitie , That farthest is from spots of earthes delight , Pleasures that loose their substance with their sight , Such one Saturnius rauisheth to loue , And fills the cup of all content to Ioue . G. Chapman . The setled mind is free from fortunes power , They need not feare who looke not vp aloft : But they that are too carefull euery hower , For when they fall they light not very soft . M. of M. What plague is greater then the griefe of minde ? The griefe of mind that eates in euery vaine : In euery vaine that leaues such clods behinde , Such clods behind as breed such bitter paine . So bitter paine that none shall euer finde What plague is greater then the griefe of minde . E. of Ox. Ill mind , to mind so much of others ill , As to become vnmindfull of his owne . Ed. Spencer . Into our minds let vs a little fall , And we shall finde more spots then leopards haue . S. Phil. Sidner . O vanitie of mans vnstable minde , Puft vp with euery blast of friendly winde . Ed. Fairfax . In base minds no friendship dwels , nor emnitie . Ed. Spencer . Oft times we see that sorrowes of the minde Finde remedie vnsought , which seeking cannot finde . Ed. Spencer . Weak body wel is chang'd , for minds redoubled force . Idem . So moue our minds , as motions moue the aire . M. of M. Nor is it his our minds that make our natiue homes our graue , As we to ours , others to theirs , like parciall fancie haue . Transmut we but our minds , and then all one an alien is , As if a natiue once resolu'd , makes euery country his . VV. Warner . Monarchs . Augustus quailing Anthony , was Emperour alone , In whose vnfoed Monarchy our common health was knowne W. Warner . A mighty monarch must whilest greening youth doth flowe , Make one or two or three proofes of his peerles power : For valour is the gate of honour beautified , The first staire step it is , wherby good hap doth guide , Our feete to glories mount ; and nothing hartens so The men of armes to fight , as valiant prince ( we know ) But afterward he must with wary wisedome warre : More often with his wit , then with his weapon farre . And feeding so his spirit with sweet sharpe easie paine Not keep a souldiers place , but captains roome retaine . I. Syluester . Mildnesse fitteth maiestie , hie minds are disalowed . VV. Warner . No man from the Monarch loue by wealth , or weapon flies . Idem . Mildnesse would better suite with maiestie Then rash reuenge and rough seueritie . M. Dray . Murder . Black hell-bred humor of fier-venging sin , By whose inticements murders we commit : The end vnthought of , rashly we begin , Letting our passion ouerwhelme our wit. Who may and will not , murder in truth committeth . S. Phil. Sidney . Vnpunisht scapes , from hainous crime some one , But vnreueng'd , in mind and body none . Idem . The cruell man a cruell death shall tast , And blood with blood be venged at the last . I. Syl. Those that in blood such violent pleasure haue , Seldome descend but bleeding to their graue . B. Iohnson . Vengeance on minde the fretting furies take , The sinfull corps like earth-quake agues shake . Their frowning lookes , their troubled minds bewray , In hast they run , and midst their race they stay . As gidded Doe : amidst their speech they whist , At meate they muse ; no where they may persist . But some feare netleth them , aye hang they so , So neuer wants the wicked murderer woe . M. of M. Muses . Imps of K. Ioue , and Queene remembrance loe , The Sisters nine , the Poets pleasant pheers : Calliope doth stately style bestowe , And worthy praises paints of princely peers . Clio in sullen songs reneweth all day , With present yeares conioyning age by past , Delightfull talke , loues comicall Thalia . In fresh green youth , who doth lawrell tast . With voyces tragicall sounds Melpomen , And as with chaines th' allured eares she binds , Her strings when Terpsichore doth touch , euen then She toucheth hearts , and raigneth in mens minds , Fond Erato , whose looke a louely cheare Presents in dauncing , beares a comely grace , With seemly gesture doth Polhymnie stirre place . Whose words whole routs of rankes doo rule , Vraine her globes to view are bent , The nine-fold heauen obserues with fixed face , The blessed Eutrope tunes her instrument With solace sweete , hence heauy dumps to chace , Lord Phaebus in the midst whose heauenly spirit These Ladies doth inspire . E. of Surrey . The golden brood of great Apolloes witte . Ed. Spencer . Sweet Lady Muses , Ladies of delight , Delights of life , and ornaments of light . Idem . Then followed on the Muses sacred nine , With the first number equally diuine : In virgins white , whose liuely mayden browes Were couered with tryumphant lawrell browes : And on their garments painted out in glory , Their offices and functions in a story : Imblazoning the fury and conceat VVhich on their sacred company await . M. Drayton . From these the Muses only are deriu'd , VVhich of the Angels were in nine contriu'd , These heauenly inspired babes of memory , VVhich by a like attracting sympathy Apolloes prophets in their furies wrought , And in their spirit inchaunting numbers taught , To teach such as at poesie repine , That it is only heauenly and diuine . And manifest her intellectuall parts , Sucking the purest of the purest arts . And vnto these as by a sweet consent , The sphery circles are aequiualent : From the first mouer and the starry heauen , To glorious Phaebe , lowest of the seuen . Which Ioue in tunefull Diapazons framde , Of heauenly musicke of the Muses namde : To which the soule in her diuinitie By her Creator made of harmonie , Whilest she in fraile and mortall flesh doth liue , To her nine sundry offices do giue : Which offices vnited are in three , Which like the orders of the Angels bee , Prefiguring thus by the number nine The soule , like to the Angels is diuine . Idem . — Prouide ye Princes whilest ye liue , That of the Muses ye be friended be : Which vnto men eternitie doth giue , For they be daughters of dame memorie , And Ioue , the father of Eternitie . And do those men in golden chrones repose , Whose merits they to glorifie do choose ? The seuenfold yron gates of grisly hell , And horrid house of sad Proserpina , They able are with power of mighty spell , To breake , and thence the soules to bring away Out of dread darknesse to eternall day . And them immortall make which els would die In fowle forgetfulnesse , and namelesse lie . Ed. Spencer . — Wise words taught in numbers for to runne Recorded by the Muses liue for aye , Ne may with storming showers be washt away . Ne bitter breathing windes with harmfull blast , Nor age nor enuie shall them euer last . Idem . The Muses not long since intrapping loue In chaines of Roses linked all aray : Gaue bewtie charge to watch in their behoue With Graces three , least he should wend away . Who fearing yet he would escape at last , On hie Parnassus top they clapt him fast . When Venus vnderstood her soone was thrall , She made post-haste to haue god Vulcans aide : Sold him her Iemmes and Ceston therewithall , To raunsome home her sonne that was betraid . But all in vaine , the Muses made no store Of gold , but bound him faster then before . Th. VVatson . The Muses basely beg or bibbe , or both , and must , for why They find as bad Bestoe , as is their portly beggery . vv ' vvarner . Musicke . — Thou sweet Musicke , dauncings only life , The eares sole happinesse , the aires best speech : Load-stone of fellowship , charming rod of strife , The soft minds paradize , the sicke mans leech . With their own tongue that trees & stones canst teach . That when the aire doth daunce her finest measure , Then art thou borne , the gods and mens sweet pleasure . I. Dauies . As without breath no pipe doth moue , No Musicke kindly without loue . S. Phil. Sidney . Esclepiad did cure with Trompets sound , Such men as first had lost their hearing quite : And many such as in their drinke lay drownd , Damon reuiu'd with tunes of graue delight . And Theophrast when ought his mind opprest , Vsde Musicke sound to bring himselfe to rest . With sound of Harpe Thales did make recure Of such as laie with pestilence forlorne : With Organ pipes Xenocrates made pure Their wittes , whose minds long lunacy had worne . Th. VVatson . Some that report great Alexanders life , They say that harmony so mou'd his minde : That oft he rose from meate to warlike strife , At sound of Trompe , or noyse of battell kinde . And then that Musicks force of softer vaine , Caus'd him returne from strokes to meate againe . Idem . Nature . Nature in which diuinitie doth shine , Liuely presenting vnborne deitie : Is that same spirit of reason most diuine , Which causeth euery naturall worke to be . All things she doth preserue , and can refine Muddy pollutions from impietie . Philosophy can teach no art nor ground , Which Nature ( elder borne ) had not first found . I. Markham . — Nature in mans heart her lawes doth pen , Prescribing truth to wit , and good to will , Which do accuse , or els excuse all men , For euery thought or practise good or ill . I. Dauies . Nature aboue all things requireth this , That we our kind do labour to maintaine . S. Phil. Sidney . Nature which headlong into life doth throng vs With our feete forward to our graue doth bring vs : What is lesse ours , then this our borrowed breath ▪ We stumble into life , we go to death . Th. Bastard . Inexplicable nature by the God of nature wroght , Makes things seeme miracles to some , to some not wonders thoght . And euery climates people both as they are men and liue , Do differ : if obseru'd , she not admir'd doth giue The workman rather thē the work extoll we , though in her Not curiously , and all things to his prouidence refer . W. Warner . Nature hath powr'd inough in each mans lappe , Could each man learne to vse his priuate happe . Th. Storer . — Markes descried in mens natiuitie , Are natures faults , not their owne infamie . VV. Shakespeare . Nature is Learnings eyes , she natures thought , Vse wanting either , is imperfect made , They without vse , no better then a shade . I. Markham . — Nature seemeth onely faire in chaunge . D. Lodge . — Where nature failes in strength she addes in wit. W. W. Nature giues bewtie , fortune wealth in vaine . Ed. Fairfax . — The desire of nature is not vaine , She couets not impossibilities , Fond thoughts may fall into some Idle braine , But one assent of all is euer wise . I. Dauies . Nature doth hate and shunne her contrarie . Idem . — Nature teacheth euer Who loues preferment , needs must loue the giuer . Th. Storer . Nobilitie . If to be noble and hie thy mind be moued , Consider well the ground and thy beginning , For he that hath each starre in heauen fixed , And giues the moone her hornes and her eclipsing , Alike hath made the noble in his working : So that wretched no way mayst thou bee , Except foule lust and vice do conquer thee . E. of Surrey . Let each man cracke of that which was his owne , Our present vertues are theirs , and no whit ours : Who therefore will of noble birth be knowne , Ought shine in vertue like his auncestors . Gentry consisteth not in lands and townes , He is a churle though all the world were his , Yea Arthurs heire if that he liu'd amis . M. of M. Behold of nobles new the diuerse sourse , Some vertue raiseth , some climbe by sluttish sorts : The first though onely of themselues begunne , Yet circle-wise into themselues do runne , Within themselues therefore vnited so , Both endlesse is , and stronger gainst their foe : For when ends it that neuer hath begunne ? Or how may that hath not end , be vndone ? The other as by wicked meanes they grew , And raignd by flatterie , or violence ; so soone rue . First stumbling step from honours old is vice , Which once stept downe , some linger , none arise To former Type : but they catch vertues spray , Which raiseth them that climbe by lawfull way . Beware to rise by seruing princely lust , Surely to stand on mean , is rising iust . M. of M. The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread , Is still the Rose , her bewties waxe not dead . And noble mindes , although the court be bare , Are by resemblance knowne how great they are . R. Gree●e . A noble minde disdaineth seruitude . Th. Kyd. True noblenesse neuer doth the thing it should not . Idem . The noble heart that harbours vertuous thought , And is with childe with glories great intent : Can neuer rest vntill it forth haue brought Th' eternall broode of glory excellent . Ed. Spencer . Old Age. — Next in order , sad old Age we found , His beard all hoare , his eyes hollow and blinde , With drouping cheere still poaring on the ground As on the the place where valour him assign'd To rest , when as the sisters had vntwind His vitall thred , and ended with their knife , The fleeting course of fast declining life . M. Sackuill . Crookt backt he was , tooth-shaken and bleare eide , Went on three feete , and sometime crept on foure , With old lame bones that ratled by his side , His scalpe all pild , and he with eld forlore , His withered fist still knocking at deaths dore , Fumbling and driueling as he drawes his breath , In breefe , the shape and messenger of death . G. Gascoigne . Transl . Old age and winter do accord full nie , This chill , that cold , this crooked , that awrie . Ed. Spencer . — He that plies the laps and lips of Ladies all his time , And fals to arms when age fails arms , then also looseth time : As if a beare in Moone-shine , shuld attempt the Moone to clime . W· VVarner . Our infancie is feeble , and our lustie youth vnstaid , Our manhood carking , and our age more loathed then obaid . Idem . Our heires wax sickish of our health , too long our here abode Mean while the nerer to our graues , the farther we frō God Gripple in works , testie in words , loathsom for most at lēgth , And such at foure score , as at foure , for maners wit and strength . Idem . Eld is ordaind to counsell , youth to fight , Age to foresee , yoong courage to inact . D. Lodge . Skill and experience good companions beene , Age knoweth whatsoeuet youth hath seene . S. I. H. Decrepit age and hoary siluer haires , Still craueth helpe of lustie youthfull yeares . G. Gascoigne· It is a common point whereon the aged grosly runne , Once to haue dared said , & seene , more then was euer done . W. Warner . — The equall age doth equall life desire . S. Daniel . Small drops God knowes do quench age heatlesse fire , When all the strength is onely in desire . M. Drayton . Opinion . O male-content seducing ghuest , Contriuer of our greatest woes : Which borne of winde and fed with showes , Dost nurse thy selfe in thine vnrest , Iudging vngotten things the best , Or what thou in conceit designest . S. Daniell . Thou all things in the world dost deeme , Not as they are , but as they seeme , Idem . Thou soule of pleasure , houres onely substance , Great arbitrator , vmpire of the earth , Whom fleshly Epicures call vertues essence Thou mouing Orator , whose powerfull breath Swaies all mens iudgements , Great Opinion , I. Marston . Opinion is as various as light chaunge , Now speaking courtlike friendly , straight as strange . Shee 's any humours perfect parasite , Displeasd with her , and pleasd with her delight . Shee is the Eccho of inconstancie , Soothing her no with nay , her I with yea . E. Guilpin . This syren or Opinion , wind-borne lame , Seeking to ease vs , brings vs to vnrest : For it adiudgeth nothing it doth see , By what it is , but what it seemes bee . I. Markham . We must in matters morall , quite reiect Vulgar Opinion , euer led amisse : And let autenticke reason be our guide , The wife of truth , and wisedomes gouernesse . G. Chapman . Opportunitie . Opportunitie thy guilt is great , T is thou that execut'st the traitors treason , Thou setst the wolfe where he the lambe may get , Who euer plots the sinne , thou points the season . T is thou that spurn'st at right , at lawiers reason : And in thy shady Cell where none may spie him , Sits sinne , to feare each soule that wanders by him . W. Shakespeare . Faire Opportunitie can winne the coyest she that is , Then he that rules her gamesome vaine , & tēpers toies with art , Brings loue that swimmeth in her eyes , to diue into her hart . W. Warner . When loue hath knit two parts in perfect vnitie , They seldome faile to finde th' opportunitie . S. I. Harrington . Occasion . Occasion 's wingd , and euer flyeth fast , Comming she smiles , and frownes once being past . M. Drayton . Now by the forehead let vs take Occasion , Least after all our trauell and expence , He hide away his haire , and turne his balld , And we vnprouident bethought and calld . S. I. H. If lust or age doth minde assaile , Subdue Occasion , so thou shalt preuaile . Idem . True iudgement sleight regards Opinion . I. Marston . Opinion how dost thou molest Th' affected mind of restless man ? Who following thee neuer can , Nor euer shall attaine to rest , Forgetting what thou saist is best , Yet loe , that best he findes farre wide , Of what thou promisest before , For in the same he look't for more , Which proues but small when once is tried . S. Daniell . He onely treads the sure and perfect path To greatnesse , who loue and opinion hath . Idem . Let vs esteeme Opinion as she is Fooles bable , Innouations mistris . The Proteus Robin good fellow of change , Smithfield of iaded fancies , and th' exchange Of fleeting censures , nurse of heresie , Begot by nature on inconstancie , It s but the kisse of griefe , the peoples noise , The tongue of humors and fantastick voice , Of haire braind apprehension it respects With all due titles , and that due neglects Euen in one instant . Ed. Guilpin . Patience . Patience doth beare a neuer pierced sheeld , Whose brightnesse hath enforc'r more monsters yeeld , Then that of vgly Gorgons head was made . I. Syluister . Patience is angers subiect , and controll'd With euery fury , which men would redresse , But cannot do it , for she is gentle milde , Orecome and kept downe like a strengthlesse childe . Ch. Middleton . Patience a praise , forbearance is a treasure , Sufferance an angell , a monster rage . Ed. Fairfax . Let gentle Patience profit thee , for Patience is a thing , Whereby a begger gaineth of a discontented King. VV. Warner . Man in himselfe a litle world doth beare , His soule the Monarch euer ruling there , Where euer then his body do remaine , He is a King that in himselfe doth raigne , And neuer feareth fortunes hot'st alarmes , That beares against her Patience for her armes . M. Drayton . The lesser pangs can beare , who hath endur'd the chief . Ed. Sp. What fortune hurts , let Patience onely heale , No wisedome with extremities to deale . M. Dr. By patient sufferance could we mildly beare With fortune , yet we equally might share , And ouercomming that which all do feare . By present cure , preuent ensuing care . Idem . Who in distresse from resolution flies , Is rightly said to yeeld to miseries . That life is only miserable and vile , From which faire Patience doth it selfe exile . Idem . Though eyes want sight of that they would see faine , The thought yet sees , and heart with patience likes it : Long absence greeues thee when they meet againe , Absence delights , and doth more pleasant make it To serue and sue long time for little gaine . ( So that all hope do not quite forsake it ) One may endure , for when the paine is past Reward though long it staie , yet comes at last . S. I. H. Let Brontes and blacke Steropes Sweat at the Forge their hammers beating : An houre will come , they must affect their ease , Though but while mettall's heating . And after all their Aetnean ire , " Gold that is perfect will out-liue the fire . " For Fury wasteth , " As Patiend lasteth . " No armor to the Mind : " He is shoot-fire From Iniury , That is not hurt ; not hee , that is not hit : So Fooles we see , Oft scape their Imputation , more through luck , then wit. B. Iohnson . Passion . Passion deuours , but time digests our woe . Passion beares hie , when puffing witts do blowe : But is indeed a to● , if not a toy , True cause of euils , and cause of caused th showe . S. Phil. Sid They only aptest are for to reueale Their priuate passions who the same do feele . D. Lodge . None doth liue not passionate of loue , ire , mirth or griefe . W. VVarner . A man may not of passions iudge aright , Except his mind be from all passions free : Nor can a Iudge his office well acquite , If he possest of either partie bee . I. Dauies . Parents . It is as common as vnkind a fault In youth ( too subiect to this worlds assault ) To imitate , admit , and daily chuse Those errors which their lawlesse parents vse . D. Lodge . If damned dice the father doth affect , The selfe-like folly doth his heire infect . If lust , to lust the sonne is to procliue , If fraud , by fraud his wanton race will thriue . If surfit , surfit is esteem'd no sin , For youth perseuers as he doth begin . Idem . — From damned deeds abstaine , From lawlesse riots and from pleasures vaine . If not regarding of thy owne degree , Yet in behalfe of thy posteritie , For we are docible to imitate Depraued pleasures , though degenerate . Be carefull therefore least thy sonne admit By eare or eye things filthy or vnfit . Idem . The Babe is blest that godly parent● bred , And sharpe-sweet tutors traine in louing dred : But chiefly that ( in tender cradle bed ) With sincere milke of pietie is fed . I. Syl. — Charitable , godly , wise and continent were fit Should parents be ; so prosper they , theirs , and whom they beget . W. Warner . — Oft we see men so fond and blinde To carry to their sonnes too much affection : That when they seeme to loue they are vnkinde , For they do hate a childe that spare correction . S. I. H. — Parents thoughts in loue , oft steppe awry . G. Peele . Our parents age worse then our graund-syres bee , We worse , beget our children worse then wee . Th. Storer . Peace . — Mother of the liuing , second nature Of th' elements , fire , water , earth and aire : The grace whereby men clime the heauenly chaire , Whence voyd , this world harbors no happie creature . Piller of lawes , religions pedestall , Hope of the glory , glory of the immortall . Honor of cities , pearle of kingdomes all , The nurse of vertues , Muses chiefe supportall . Patron of arts , of good the speciall spring . I. Syluester . Heauens sacred nymph , faire goddesse that renuest The golden age , and brightly now revewest , Our cloudy skie , making our fields to smile , Hope of the vertuous , horror of the vile . Virgin vnseene , in France this many a yeare , O blessed peace , we bid thee welcome heere . Idem . O holy peace by thee are only found , The passing ioyes that euery where abound . G. Gascoigne . Transl . — Most sacred peace Doth nourish vertue , and fast friendship breeds , Weak she makes strong , & strong things does increase : Till it the pitch of highest praise exceeds . Braue be her warres , and honorable deeds , By which she tryumphs ouer ire and pride , And wins an Oliue garland for their meeds . Ed. Spencer . Peace doth depend on reason , warre on force , The one is humane , honest and vpright : The other brutish , fostered by despight . The one extreame , concluded with remorse , The other all iniustice doth diuorce . D. Lodge . Peace brings in pleasure , pleasure breeds excesse , Excesse procureth want , want worse distresse . Distresse contempt , contempt is not repaired , Till liuelesse death determine hope dispaired . Idem . Warres greaest woes , and miseries increase , Flowes frō the surfets which we take in peace . B. Iohn . Pleasure . Physche in stedfast loue and happie state With Cupid liues , and hath him borne a childe , Pleasure that doth both Gods and men aggrate . Ed. Spencer . Most easie is the way and passage plaine , To Pleasures pallace ; it may soone be spide , And day and night her doores to all stand open wide . Idem . Her face was wan , a leane and withered skin , Her stature scant three horsloaues did exceed : Her haire was gray of hue , and very thin , Her teeth were gone , her gummes seru'd in their steed . No space there was betweene her nose and chin . Her noysome breath contagion would breed . In fine , of her it might haue well bene said , In Nestors youth she was a prettie maid . S. I. Harr. O poysoned hooke that lurkes in sugred bait O Pleasures vaine , that in this world are found : Which like a subtill theefe do lie in wait To swallow man in sinke of sin profound . Idem . — Reuels , daunces , maskes and merry howers , Forerun faire loue , strowing her way with flowers . W. Sha. O Pleasure thou the very lure of sin , The roote of woe , our youths deceitfull guide : A shop where all infected persons bin , The bait of lust , the instrument of pride . Inchaunting Circes smoothing couert guile , Alluring Syren , flattering Crocodile . M. Drayton . Pleasures be poore , and our delights be dead , When as a man doth not enioy the head . Idem . Neuer haue vniust pleasures bene compleat In ioyes intire ; but still feare kept the dore : And held backe something from that hell of sweet , To inter sowre vnsure delights the more . For neuer did all circumstances meet With those desires which were conceiu'd before . Something must still be left to cheare our sin , And giue a touch of what should not haue bin . S. Daniell . Pleasure is felt , opinion but conceiu'd . Idem . In feare her arts are learned now a daies , To counterfait their haire and paint their skin : But reasons ring their craft and guile bewraies , No wise men of their paintings passe a pin . S. I. H. Too much desire to please , pleasure diuorces , Attempts , and not intreat , get Ladies larges . G. Chapman . Our fond preferments are but childrens toyes , And as a shadow all our pleasures passe : As yeares increase , so waining are our ioyes , And beautie crazed like a broken glasse , A prettie tale of that which neuer was . M. Drayton . — Pleasures neuer dine but on excesse , Whose diet made to draw on all delight : And ouercome in that sweet drunkennesse , His appetite maintained by his sight , Strengtheneth desire , but euer weakeneth might . Vntill this vlcer ripening to an head , Vomits the poyson which it nourished . Idem . Short houres worke long effects minutes haue change , While pleasure ioyeth , paine more ripe doth growe . Idem . The secret sweet is sweetest , sweet to fall . Th. Achilley . — To them that know not pleasures price , All 's one , a prison , or a paradice . M. Drayton . Poesie . All art is learnd by art , this art alone It is a heauenly gift : no flesh nor bone Can preise the hony we from Pind distill , Except with holy fier his brest we fill . From that spring flowes , that men of speciall choose Consum'd in learning and perfit in prose : For to make verse in vaine do is trauell take , When as a prentise fairer words will make . K. of S. Whilome in ages past none might professe But princes and hie priests that sacred skill : The sacred lawes wherein they wont expresse , And with deepe oracles their verses fill , Then was he held in soueraigne dignitie , And made the noursling of nobilitie . But now nor Prince nor Priest doth her maintaine , But suffer her prophaned for to bee , Of the base vulgar that with hands vncleane Dares to pollute her hidden misterie . And treadeth vnderfoote her holy things , Which was the care of Keysars and of Kings . Ed. Spencer . Those numbers wherwith heauen & earth are mou'd , Shew , weaknes speaks in prose , but power in verse . S. Daniell . — Man from man must holy parted bee , If with his age his verse do well agree . Amongst our hands , he must his wits resing , A holy traunce to highest heauen him bring . For euen as humane fury makes the man Lesse then the man : so heauenly fury can Make man passe man , and wander in holy mist Vpon the fiery heauen to walke at list . Within that place the heauenly Poets sought Their learning , sin to vs here downe it brought . With verse that ought to Atropos no due , Dame Natures trunchmen , heauens interpret true , K. of Scots . The vaunted verse a vacant head demaunds , Ne wont with crabbed care the Muses dwell , Vnwisely weaues that takes two webbes in hand . Ed. Spencer . O peerlesse Poesie , where is then thy place ? If not in princes pallace thou doest sit , And yet is princes pallace the most fit . Or breach of baser birth doth thee embrace , Then make thee wings of thy aspiring wit , And whence thou cam'st fly backe to heauen apace . Idem . All art is learn'd by art , but poesie It is a gift diuine , and cannot die . Idem . Like as into the waxe the seales imprent , Is like a seale : right so the Poet gent , Doth graue so viue in vs his passions strange , As makes the reader halfe in author change , For Verses force is like that softly slides , Through secret poris , and in our sences bides , As make them haue both good and ill imprented , Which by the learned worke is represented . K. of Scots . — Onely he of Lawrell is condigne , Who wisely can with profit pleasure minge , The fairest walking on the sea coast beene , And surest swimming where the braes are greene , So wise is he who in his verse can haue Skill mixt with pleasure sports , with doctrine graue . Idem . Who euer casts to compasse waightie prise , And thinks to throw out thundering words of threat : Let power in lauish cups and thriftie bits of meat , For Bacchus fruite is friend to Phoebus wise , And when with wine the braine begins to sweat , The numbers flowe , as freely spring doth rise . Ed. Spencer . Ridled poesies and those significantly flowe , Differ in eares , as do in mouths the apricocke and sloe . W. Warner . What reason mou'd the golden Augustine To name our Poetrie vaine errors wine ? Or Hierome deeply sighted in their euills , To tearme it nothing but the foode of deuils . Nought but the misimployment of our gifts , Ordaind for Art , but spent in shamlesse slufts . D. Lodge . Looke as the sun-beame in a burning glasse , Doth kindle fier where euer it doth passe , But freely spread vpon th'engendring earth , Egges on the spring , and bils the cause of dearth , So Poesie restraind in errors bounds , With poisoned words and sinfull sweetnesse wounds , But cloathing vertue and adorning it , Wit shines in vertue , vertue shines in it . Idem . Poets . The Greekes do paint the Poets office whole , In Pegasus their fained horse , with wings , Whom shaped so , Medusaes bloud did foyle , Who with his feete strake out the Muses springs Fro flintie rocks to Helicon that clings , And then flew vp into the starry skie , And thete abides among the Gods on hie : For who that will a perfect Poet bee , He must be bred out of Medusaes blood , He must be chaste and vertuous as was shee , Who to her power , the Ocean God withstood . To th' end also his doombe be iust and good , He must as she , looke rightly with one eie , Truth to regard , ne write one thing awrie . In courage eke , he must be like a horse , He may not feare to register the right . What though some frowne ? thereof he may not force No bit , ne raine his tender iawes may twight , He must be arm'd with strength of wit and sprite , To dash the rocks , darke causes and obscure , Till he attaine the springs of truth most pure . His houes also must pliant be and strong , To riue the rocks of lust and errors blind . In brainelesse heads that alwaies wander wrong , These must be bruis'd with reasons plaine and kind , Till springs of grace do gush out of thy mind : For till affections fond be from thee driuen , In vaine is truth told , or good counsell giuen . Like Pegasus , a Poet must haue wings , To flie to heauen , or where him liketh best , He must haue knowledge of eternall things , Almightie Ioue must harbour in his brest , With worldly cares he may not be opprest . The wings of wit and skill must heaue him hier , With great delight to ratifie desier . He must also be lustie , free , and swift , To trauell farre to view the trades of men . Great knowledge oft is gotten by the shift , Things that import he must be quicke to pen , Reprouing vices sharply now and then . He must be swift when touched tyrants chafe , To gallope thence , to keepe his carkas safe . M. of M. A Poet must be pleasant , not too plaine , Faults to controll , ne yet to flatter vice , But sound and sweete , in all things ware and wise . Idem . — Poets onely pride , Is vertue to aduance , and vice deride . Ed. Spencer . — Poets right are like the pipe alway , Who full doth sound , and emptie , staies to play : Euen so their fury lasting , lasts their tone , Their fury ceast , their muse doth stay anone . K. of Scots . When heauen would striue to doo the best she can , And put an Angels spirit into a man , Then all her powers she in that worke doth spend , When she a Poet to the world doth send . The difference onely twixt the Gods and vs , Allowd by them , is but distinguisht thus . They giue men breath , men by their powers are born , That life they giue , the Poet doth adorne : And from the world when they dissolue mans breath , They in the world do giue man life in death . M. Drayton . — Who so will with vertues deeds assay To mount to heauen on Pegasus must ride , And with sweete Poets verse be glorifide , For not to haue bene dipt in Laethe Lake , Could saue the sonne of Thetis for to die , But that blind bard did him immortall make , With Verses dipt , in deaw of Castelie , Which made the Easterne Emperour to crie . O fortunate yoong man whose vertue found So braue a trumpe thy vertues to resound . Ed. Spencer . Phisitions bills not patients but Apothecaries knowes , Some moderne Poets be hardly inward so , Not intellectually to write , is learnedly they trowe , Whereby they hit capacities , as blind men hit the crowe . W. Warner . As now by melancholy walks , and thredbare coats we gesse , At clients and at Poets none worke more , and profit lesse . None make to more vnmade of more , the good of other men For those enrich the gownists , these eternize with their pen. Yet soothly nods to Poets now , are largesse and but lost , For Pallas hermits liue secure , obscure in roofes embost . Idem . The world and they so ill according bee , That wealth and Poets hardly can agree : Fewe liue in court , that of their good do care , The muses friends are euery where so rare . M. Draiton . He giues a Poet that his verses heares . Idem . But oh Mecenas is yclad in clay , And great Augustus long ago is dead , And all the worthies liggen wrapt in lead , That matter made for Poets on to play ●or euer , who in dorring do , were dead , The loftie verse of them was loued aye : But after vertue , gan for age to stoupe , And mightie manhood brought to bed of ease , ●he vaunting Poets found nought worth a pease , ●o put in preaze among the learned troope , ●ho gan the streames of flowing wits to cease , And sun-bright honour pend in shamefull coope . Ed. Spencer . — These frugall patrons who begin To scantle learning with a seruile pay , Make Poets thinke their negligence no sin , The cold conceit of recompence doth flay , Their fiery furie when they should begin , The Priest vnpaid , can neither sing nor say , Nor Poets sweetly write , except they meete With some rewards for sermoning so sweete . D. Lodge . — Platoes Common-weale did packe None of those Poets , who by Verse did make The good men euill , and the wicked worse , Whose pleasant words betraid the publike corse , Nor those who in their songs good termes , alwaies Ioynd with faire theames : whil'st thundring on the praise Of God , iust thunderer ; whiles this holy speach , Like Hermes did the way to strayers teach . K. of Scots . Plentie . — Such is th'ffect of two much store , It makes them loathe that which they lou'd before . Ch. Middleton . The stately Eagle on his pitch doth stand And from the maine the fearefull foule doth suit , Yet scornes to touch them lying on the land , When he hath felt the sweete of his delight , But leaues the same a pray to euery Kite , With much we surfet , Plentie makes vs poore , The wretched Indian scornes the golden Oare . M. Drayton . Pollicie . O pollicie scarce knowne in times that 's past , Or being knowne , yet least of most esteemd , Thy prouidence most worthily shall last , And in these latter dayes be better deemd . L. Markham . — Warre , honour doth deserue , Yet counsell in all Kingdomes pollicied , Is farre more worthy and more dignified : For armes but in extreames do neuer serue , To reconcile and punish such as swerue . D. Lodge . He that will gaine what pollicie doth heed , By Mercurie must deale , or neuer speed . M. Drayton . Grounded aduice in daunger seldome trips The deadliest poyson still can safely drinke : Foresight , stands fast where giddie rashnes slides , Wisedome seemes blind , when eyed as a Lin● Preuention speaketh ill , but what he thinkes , The deadliest hate which smiles securely stands . Idem . — Pollicie religious habit weares . Idem . No Pollicie to silence now adaies . Th. Storer . Our troubles kept abroad , although to cost , A●e well bought out , for least by them is lost . D. Lodge . T is better farre thy enemy to aband Quite from thy bowers to a stranger soyle , Then he at home thee and thy country foyle . M. of M. The head that deemes to ouertop the skie , Shall perish in his humane pollicie . R. Greene. How oft haue watching pollicie deuizde A cunning clause which hath himselfe surprizde ? How often hath leaud fraud bene set a flore Of purpose that his goods might cut his throte ? Who builds on strength by pollicie is stript , Who hurts his wit by wit , is soonest tript . D. Lodge . Endeuours polliticke take small effect , That wants assistance from the heauenly word : Beside fome helpe must wealth and state afford . For iudgement vttered by the mouth of want , Is either partiall or admired scant . Th. Storer . A Clergie man his calling much impaires , To meddle with the polliticke affaires . Idem . Though Marius could begin and make the fray , Yet Scaurus pollicie deserues the baye . D. Lodge . Let Catulus with Pompey be comparde , Or wittie Cicero with Cateline : And to preuent with pollicie diuine , That which the other ouer-rashly darde , Deserues such fame as may not be imparde . Idem . Say military vertues do require A valiant heart , great strength and constancie : The selfe like gifts in ciuil pollicie , Are requisite for such as do aspire To gaine renowne by counsell for their hire . Idem . A little harme done to a great good end , For lawfull pollicie remaines inacted , The poysonous simple sometime is compacted In a pure compound ; being so applied His venome in effect is purified . W. Sha. Pouertie . O pouertie , chiefe of the heauenly broode . Ed. Fairfax . — Such is the world , this cros-blis world of ours , That vertue hardly hides her self in poore & desart bowers , And such be best as seeme not best , content exceeds a crowne VV. Warner . — Powerfull need ( arts auncient dame , and keeper ) The early watch clocke of the slothfull sleeper . I. Syluester . — Lacke is thrall and slaue to euery thing . Th. Churchyard . Need is mistresse of all exercise . Th. Bastard . A schollers want exceeds a clownes content . Idem . No danger but in hie estate , none erre in meane degree . W. Warner . — Where imperious need doth tyrannize , The holy heate through worldly cares doth pawse It s soild with earthly thoughts and downward drawes . Hence come those dull conceits among the wise , Which coy eard readers censure to proceed From ignorance , whereas they grow by need . D. Lodge . The citizens like ponned pikes , the lesser feeds the great , The rich for meat seek stomachs , and the pore for stomach meat . VV. VVarner . Be as thou art , not as thou wouldst , it will be as it is , Learne then to lack , and learn to liue , for crosses neuer misse . Idem . Prayer . Prayers heart and sides , and feet , are full of wings ( Like to th' Arcadian which Ioues arrand brings ) Her body burning , from her lips doth come The smoake of Incense , and of sweet Amome . I. Syluester . Heauens are propitious vnto fearfull prayers . R. Greene. Fasting ( though faint ) her face with ioy she cheares , In weaknes strong , and young in aged yeares . Quicke health preseruer , curbing Cupids fits , Watchfull , purge humors , and refining wits . I. Syl. Praise . This false painted deitie called Laude , Which makes vs thirst for vaine eternitie : Twixt our desires and hope , a cunning baud Vshers the soule vnto extremitie : And helpt by slye insinuating fraud , Couers her deeds in scrowles of pietie . I. Markham . The hope of praise makes men no trauell shunne , To say an other day this haue we donne . S. I. H. Who rightly climes the top of endlesse praise , Regards not what the wise discourser saies . Th. Storer . — From praise takes enuie cause . W. W. The chiefest praise is to imbrace the man In wealth and woe , with whom our loue began . G. Turb . The greatest praise , in greatest perils wonne . Ed. Fairfax . The looser wantons sild are praisde of many , Vice oft findes friends but vertue sildome any . M. Dray . In Athence where Themistocles remaind , Though much he conquered by his regiments , Yet Solon was more praised for his intents . D. Lodge . Praise not the bewty of thy wife , though she of fame be spred , For Gyges moued so , did graft on Caudales his hed . VV. Warner . Prouidence . O Prouidence the conduct to our life , The ground of vertue , hostile foe to sin : That re●●est Towers , and appeasest strife : Thou gatherest all dispearsed exiles in . Thou that inuentest lawes gainst man and wife . Thou mistresse vnto auncient discipline . Thou that bear'st heauen and nature round about thee : That makest all things , nothing being without thee . I. Markham . Pride . Of grisly Pluto she the daughter was , And sad Proserpina the queene of hell : Yet doth she thinke her peerlesse worth to passe , That parentage with pride so doth she swell , And thundering Ioue that high in heauen doth dwell : And weeld the world , she claimed for her sire . Or if that any els doth Ioue excell , For to the highest she doth still aspire , Or if ought higher were , then that doth it desire . — And proud Lucifera men did her call . Ed. Spencer . O pride , the shelfe close shrowded in the port Of this lifes Ocean , drowning all resort . D. Lodge . Pride makes her rownds , for she hath neuer end , And sonnets , for she neuer leaues her noyse : She makes her dumps if any thing offend , And to her Idoll-selfe with warbling voyce Sings Hymnes and Anthems of especiall choyce . And yet prides quiuer's put to silence cleane , Wanting a base , a tenor , and a meane . Th. Storer . The winged giant loftie staring pride , That in the cloudes her brauing brest doth hide . I. Syl. Pride is the roote of ill in euery state , The sourse of sin , the very fiend his fee : The head of hell , the bough , the braunch , the tree . From which do spring and sprout such fleshly seeds , As nothing els but moane and mischiefe breeds . G. Gascoigne . Pride drawes on vengeance , vengeance hath no mean. — Nemesis hath euery howre reseru'd A plague for pride that hath from iustice sweru'd . D. Lodge . — Such is the nature still of hautie pride , Can nothing lesse then others praise abide . M. of M. — When once pride but pointeth toward his fall . He beares a sword to wound himselfe withall . M. Drayton . — Loftie pride that dwells In towred courts , is oft in shepheards cells . Ch. Marlowe . A proud man may his owne musition bee , His heads deuise makes pauins to his hart : This heart with lippes and pleasures daunceth free , All but the measures framing euery part Like organis worthy of so sweet an art . His thoughts plaies marches to his vaulting minde , And memorie his Recorder stands behinde . Th. Storer . Gay without good , is good hearts greatest loathing . Ed. Spencer . Princes . The very place wherein a Prince appeares Discernes his presence , makes his chamber blest : Like Planets are they knowne within their spheares , Or as Halcion with her luring brest : Demonstrates winde from winde , and East from West . This is a certaine nature of estate , It cannot masked be , nor chaunge his gate . Th. Storer . A Princes safetie lies in louing people , His fort is Iustice ( free from stratageme ) Without the which strong citadels are feeble , The subiects loue is wonne by louing them . Of louing them no oppression is the tryall , And no oppression makes them euer loyall . I. Syl. To be a Prince , is more then be a man. S. Daniell . — Princes are the glasse , the schoole , the booke vvhere subiects eies do liue , do read , do looke . vv . vvarner . Howbeit subiects falsly iudge their Princes blessed are , vvhen both of peace & perils they contain the common care . And yet for this they grudgingly from pounds a penny spare . Idem . Princes in subiects wrōgs must deem themselues abusd S. Phil. Sidney . Priuate men sound not the hearts of Princes , Whose actions oft beare contrary pretences . S. Daniell . Princes like Lyons neuer will be tamde , A priuate man may yeeld and care not howe , But greater hearts will breake before they bowe . Idem . The Princes armes are stretcht from shore to shore . M. Drayton . — As the pawnce doth circle with the Sunne , So to the vice , or vertue of the Prince , are people wonne . W. Warner . Good Princes sorrow more in punishing , Then euil subiects in committing sin . Ch. Mid. Euen as defaults will more conspicuous be How much th' offender greater is esteemd : So vertue in a princely body seene , Lamp-like and far more excellently deemd , That in such vinitie it s seldome seene . In mutuall approach of highest blisse , Whether more graced each by other is . Th. Storer . O happie Princes whose foresight and care Can winne the loue of writers in such sort As Caesars did , so as you need not dread The lake of Laethe after ye be dead . S. I.H. — Princes neuer do themselues more wrong Then when they hinder iustice or prolong . Idem . In whose high brest may Iustice build her bower When Princes hearts wide open lye to wrong ? G. Gascoigne . We imitate the greater powers , The princes manners , fashion ours : The example of their light regarding , Vulgar loosenes much incenses , Vice vncontroll'd , growes wide inlarging , Kings small faults be great offences . S. Daniell . Oft for the pleasure of a prince go many things awry . VV. Warner . Princes like sinnes be euermore in sight , Ill see the clouds which do eclips their light . Yet they which light all downe from their skies , See not the cloudes offending others eies . And deeme their noonetide is desirde of all , When all exspect cleare changes by their fall . M. Dray . Princes haue but their titles for their glories , An outward honor for an inward toyle : And for vnfelt imagination They often feele a world of restlesse cares . So that betwixt their titles and low names Their 's nothing differs but the outward fame . W. Sha. Seld shall you see the ruine of a prince , But that the people eke like brunt do beare : And old records of auncient times long since From age to age , yea almost euery where , With proofe hath glutted euery yeare . Thus by the follies of the princes hart , The bounden subiect still receiueth smart . G. Gascoigne . Quietnesse . The wind is great vpon the highest hills , The quiet life is in the dale below : Who tread on y●e shall slide against their wills , They want not cares that curious arts would know . Who liues at ease and can content him so Is perfit wise , and sets vs all to schoole : Who hates this lore , may well be call'd a foole . M. of M. — Quietnes the onely nurse or ease . M. Dray . Wellwot I sooth they say that say , more quiet nights and daies . The shepheard sleeps & wakes , then he whose cattell he doth graze ▪ VV. Warner . Reason . — Logicke , reason in a daunce ( Reson the Cynosure and bright load-starre In this worlds sea ) t' auoyd the rocke of chaunce , For vith close following and continuance , O●e reason doth another so ensue , A in conclusion still the daunce i● true . I. Dauies . — Reason should haue abilitie To h●ld these worldly things in such proportion , As lethem come or go with euen facilitie . S. Phil. Sidney . — ●uery thing that is begun with reason Will c●●e by ready meanes vnto his end , But thi●gs miscounselled , must needs miswend . Ed. Spencer . Reason by prudence in her function , Had wont to tutor all out action , Ayding with precepts of Philosophie Our feebled natures imbecillitie , But now affection with concupiscence , Haue got ore reason chiefe preheminence . I. Marston . What warre so cruell , or what siege so sore As that which strong affections do applie Against the fort of reason euermore , To bring the soule into captiuitie ? Their force is fairer through infirmitie Of the fraile flesh , relenting to their rage , And exercise most bitter tirannie , Vpon the parts brought into their bondage ; No wretchednesse is like to sinfull villanie . Ed. Spencer . But in a body which doth freely yeeld His parts to reasons rule obedient , And letteth not that ought the scepter weeld , All happie peace and goodly gouernment . Is setled there in sure establishment . Idem . He that is of reasons skill bereft , And wants the stuffe of wisedome him to stay , Is like a subiect midst of tempest left , Withouten helme or pilot her to sway , Full sad and dreadfull is that ships euent : So is the man that wante intendment , Idem . Reason doth teach vs that the care is vaine , For ill once past which cannot turne againe . Th. vvatson . If reason bandie with opinion , Opinion winnes in the conclusion : For if a man be once opinionate , Millions of reasons will extenuate His forced malice : conference Cannot asswage opinions insolence . But let opinion once lay batterie To reasons for t , she will turne heresie Or superstition , wily politist , But she will win those rampi●es which resist . Ed. Gilpin . — Nought can reason auaile in heauenly matters . S. Phil ▪ Sid. She whom sauns reason men haue reason hight , Since first in ●ire the Lord the aire inclosde : In aire the sea , in sea the earth disposde Hath with mild faith maintaind continuall fight . I. Syluester . — The eye of reason is with raging ybent . Ed. Sp. Religion . Sacred Religion , mother of forme and feare . S. Daniell . O that this power from euerlasting giuen , The great alliance made twixt God and vs , The intelligence that earth doth hold with heauen . Sacred Religion , O that thou must thus Be made to smooth our vniust vneuin , Brought from aboue earths quarrell to discusse . Must men beguile our soules to win our wills , And make our zeale the furtherer of ills ? Idem . No one quailes religion more then foundring presbitie , Each s●t impugning order , saith and doth his infancie . W. Warner . What may not mischiefe of mad man abuse ? Religions cloake some one to vice doth chuse . And maketh God protector of his crime , O monstrous world , well ought we wish thy fine . M. of M. — English men , nay Christian men , not only seeme prophane , But man to man , as beast to beast hold ciuil duties vaine . Yea pulpits some like pedlers packs yeeld forth as men affect : And what a Synode should conclude , a souter doth correct . The rude thus bos●ing literature , one sin begets another And grosly thogh a schisme , yet hath ech Schismatick his brother Mean while the learned wāt their meed , & none with profit hears , The tedious dolt whose artlesse tong doth preach to verie eares . VV. VVarner . — Since pure religion doth install Learned professors , Prelates of deserts , Let them aspire and reac instructed harts Against the base bestowers of church liuings , That vse their graunts in tellings , not in giuings . Th. Storer . Repentance . Repentance makes two riuers of her eies , Her humble face dares scant behold the skies : Her broken breast is beaten blew and blacke , Her tender fleshis rent wih rugged sacke , With sorrowes snowes her hoary waxen head , With ashes pale , and dust is ouerspread . I. Syluister . Repentance , hope , and soft humilitie , Do flanke the wings of faiths triumphant carre , Idem . Repentance , A salue , a comfort , and a cordiall , He that hath her , the keies of heauen hath , This is the guide , this is the port , the path . M. Drayton . O happie they that keepe within their measure , To turne their course in time , and sound retreit , Before that wit which late Repentance tought , Were better neuer had then so deare bought . S. I. H. Sinnes haue their salues , repentance can do much . R. Greene. — To be penitent for faults , with it a paron beares . W. W. Then hope we health when sinne is left repentantly in hart , Adde then new life , and we to God , God doth to vs conuart . Idem . Yet stay thy feete in murders vgly gate , Ill comes to soone , repentance oft too late . M. Dr , Their liues no man so setled in content , That hath not daily whereof to repent . D. Lodge . We see what 's good , and thereto we consent , But yet we chuse the worse and soone repent . S. Daniell . Rest. — What so strong , But wanting rest , will also want of might ? The sunne that measures heauen all day long , At night doth bath his steeds , th' Ocean waues among . Ed. Spencer . Vntroubled night they say , giues counsell best . Idem . Who long hath rested cannot runne apace , The fettered horse is hindmost in the chase . Reuenge . — Next within the entrie of the gate , Sate fell reuenge , gnashing her teeth with ire , Deuising meanes how she may vengeance take , Neuer in rest till she haue her desire . But frets within so farre forth with the fier Of wreaking flames , that now determines shee , To die by death , or vengd by death to bee . M. Sackuill . O fearefull frowning Nemesis , Daughter of iustice most seuere , That art the worlds great arbitresse , And Queene of causes raigning heere . S. Daniell . Fierce Nemesis mother of fate and change , Sword bearer of th' eternall prouidence . Idem . — Nemesis whose hastie reuenging Hands are euer at hand : whose mind is mutable alwaies , At miseries laughing , at mens felicitie grudging . A. Fraunce . — Nemesis hie mistris of reuenge , That with the scourge keepes all the world in awe . Th. Dekkar . The minde by wrong is made a male-content , And cloudes her shine in pleaslesse melancholy , Her holy humours are in passion spent , Till by reuenge shee 's set at libertie . For t is reuenge that satisfaction brings To iniur'd mindes , and to oppressed things . I. Markham . The soule is like a boystrous working sea , Swelling in billowes for disdaine of wrongs , And tumbling vp and downe from bay to bay , Proues great with child of indignations . Yet with reuenge is brought to calme allay , Disburdend of the paine thereto belongs . Her bowers are turnd to bright-fac't sun-shine braues , And faire content plaies gently on her waues . Idem . Reuenge dies not , rigour begets new wrath , And bloud hath neuer glory , mercie hath . S. D. Reuenge is mine , saith he that sits on hie . Th. Achelly . O dire reuenge when thou in time art rakte , From out the ashes that preserue thee long , And lightly from thy cinders art awakte , Fuell to freedome , and reuiu'd with wrong : How soone from sparks the greatest flames art sprung ? Which doth by nature to his top aspire , Whose massy greatnes once kept downe his fier . M. Drayton . Reuenge in tears doth euer wash his hands , Idem . Who so doth threat meanes of reuenge doth loose . S. D. Had I reuenged bene of euery harme , My coate had neuer kept me halfe so warme . G. Gascoigne . Though vengeance come behind , and her foote sore , She ouertakes th' offender going before . Riches . Description of Mammon . At last he came vnto a gloomy glade , Couered with boughes and shades from heauen light : Whereas he sitting found in secret shade , An vncouth , saluage , and vnciuill wight , Of grisly hue , and foule ilfauoured sight : His face with smoake was tand , and eies were bleard , His head and beard with sowte were all bedight , His coale blacke hands did seeme to haue bene seard , In smith-fiers spitting forge , & nails like claws appeard . His Iron coate all ouergrowne with rust , Was vnderneath enueloped with gold , Whose glittering glose darkened with filthy dust Well it appeared to haue bene of old , A worke of rich entraile and curious molde , Wouen with Anticks and wilde Imagerie , And in his lap a masse of coyne he tolde And turned vpside downe to feed his eie , A couetous desire with his huge treasurie : And round about him lay on euery side , Great heapes of gold that neuer could be spent , Of Mulcibers deuouring element : Some others were nere driuen and distent Into great Ingoes and to wedges square , Some in round plates without monument : But some were stampt , and in their end all bare , The Anticke shapes of Kings and Keysars , strange and rare . Ed. Spencer . Mammon . — I riches reade And deeme them roote of all disquietnes : First got with guile , and then preseru'd with dread , And after spent with pride and lauishnes : Leauing behind them griefe and heauines . Infinit mischiefes of them do arise , Strife and debate , blood-shead and bitternes , Outragious wrong , and hellish couetize , That noble heart as great dishonor doth despise . Idem . — It 's but a little slide That doth the house of riches from her mouth diuide . Before the doore sate selfe-consuming care , Day and night keeping wary watch and ward : For feare least fotce or fraud should vnaware Breake in and spoyle the treasure there ingard . Ne would he suffer sleepe once thitherward Approach , albe his drowsie den were next , For next to death is sleepe to be compar'd , Therefore his house is vnto his annext , Here sleep , there riches , & hel gate them both betwixt . Ed. Spencer . VVell may a rich mans hearse want teares , but heires he shall not misse , To whom that he is dead at length no little ioy it is . vv . vvarner . Good is no good , but if it be spend , God giueth good for no other end . Ed. Spencer . Vessels of brasse , oft handled brightly shine , What difference betweene the richest mine And basest earth , but vse ? for both not vsde Are of little worth : then treasure is abusde When misers keepe it , being put to lone , In time it will returne vs two for one . Ch. Marlowe . Gold is a sutor , neuer tooke repulse , It carries Palme with it , ( where e're it goes ) Respect , and obseruation ; it vncouers The knottie heads of the most surly Groomes , Enforcing yron doores to yeeld it way , Were they as strong ram'd vp as Aetna gates . It bends the hams of Gossip Vigilance , And makes her supple feete , as swift as winde . It thawes the frostiest , and most stiffe disdaine : Muffles the clearnesse of Election , Straines fancie vnto foule Apostacie . And strikes the quickest-sighted Iudgement blinde . Then why should we dispaire ? dispaire ? Away : Where Gold 's the Motiue , women haue no Nay . B. Iohnson . Wealth in this age will scarcely looke on merit . Idem . — Gentry doth small auaile , And vertue lesse , if lands and riches faile . S. I. H. Sacriledge . The common text shall haue a common glosse , Receits in parcels , shall be paid in grosse . This doctrine preach'd who from the church doth take At last shall trebble restitution make . M. Dray . Secrecie . — Secrecie the crowne of a true Louer . M. Drayton . — Hard it is to proue By sight or speech , what bides in secret brest . S. I. H. — What can so secret bee , But out of it will when we do least suspect ? For posts haue eares , and walles haue eyes to see , Dumbe beasts and birds haue toongs ill to detect . Idem . Silence . Dumbe Silence , sworne attendant on black night , Thou that hast power to close vp murmures iawe : To stop the barking of the watchfull hound , And charme the gagling of those waking fowle , That sau'd Ioues Capitoll , milde Queene of rest . Th. Dekkar . Soft Silence , and submisse obedience , Both linkt together neuer do depart : Both gifts of God , nor gotten but from thence , Both girlonds of his saints , against their foes offence . Ed. Spencer . — Silence wisedomes mother . S. Phil. Sidney . Silence doth seem the maske of base oppression . Idem . Sences . Although things sensible be numberlesse , But only fiue the Sences organs bee : And in those fiue all things their formes expresse , Which we can touch , taste , feele , or heare or see . I. Dauies . Mans eye makes what is seene to seeme so faire , Mans eare makes what is heard to sound so sweete : His touch by softnesse euery sence is meete For his owne obiect . Idem . Sight . — The two eyes which haue the seeing power , Stand as one watchman , spie , or Sentinell : Being plac'd aloft within the heads hie tower , And though both seeing , yet both but one thing tell . Idem . — Nine things to sight required are , The power to see , the light , the visible thing : Being not too small , too thin , too nigh , too farre , Cleare space ; and time the forme distinct to bring . Idem . Like as a glasse is an inanimate eye , And outward formes imbraceth outwardly , So is the eye an amimate glasse that showes In formes without vs. G. Chapman . What we behold is censured by the eyes , Where both deliberate the loue is slight : Who euer lou'd , that lou'd not at first sight ? Ch. Marlowe . I trow that countenance cannot lye , Whose thoughts are legible in the eye . M. Roydon . Often the eye mistakes , the braine being troubled . W. Sha. All amorous eyes obseruing forme , thinks parts obscured best . vv . vvarner . A greedy eye will haue a greedy hand . D. Lodge . — A monstrous rabblement Of fowle mishapen wights , of which some were Headed like Owles , with beakes vncomely bent : Others like dogs , others like gryphons dreare , And some had wings , and some had clawes to teare . And euery one of them had Linceus eies , And euery one did bowes and arrowes beare . All those were lawlesse lusts , corrupt enuie , And couetous aspects , all cruell enemies . Those same against the bulwarke of the sight Did laie strange siege and battailous assault , Ne once did yeeld it respit day or night , But soone as Titan gan his head exault , And soone againe as he his light withhault Their wicked engines they against it bent : That is each thing by which the eyes may fault . But to them all more huge and violent , Bewtie and money , they that bulwarke shroudly rent . Ed. Spencer . Hearing . Eares office is the troubled aire to take , Which in their mazes formes a sound or noyse , Whereof her selfe doth true distinction make . The wickets of the soule are plac'd on hie , Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft : And that they may not pierce too violently , They are delaid with turnes and windings oft . I. Dauies . As streames which with their winding bankes do play , Stopt by their creekes runne softly through the plaine : So in the eares labyrinth the voyce doth stay , And doth with easie notice touch the braine . Idem . It is the slow'st yet the daintiest sence , For euen the eares of such as haue no skill , Perceiue a discord and conceiue offence , And knowing not what 's good , yet finde the ill . Idem . These conduit pipes of knowledge the minde , But th' other three attend the body still : For by their seruices the soule doth finde What things are to the body good or ill . I. Dauies . The second bulwarke was the hearing sence , Gainst which the second troupe designment makes Deformed creatures , in straunge difference , Some hauing heads like harts , some like to snakes , Some wild like boares , late rowz'd out of the brakes . Slaunderous reproaches and foule infamies , Leasings , backbitings , and vaine-glorious crake . Bad counsels , praises and false flatteries , All those against that first did send their batteries . Ed. Spencer . Smelling . Next , in the nosthrils she doth vse the Smell , As God the breath of life in them did giue : So makes he now his power in them to dwell , To iudge all aires whereby we breathe and hue . This sence is also mistresse of an art , Which to soft people sweet petfumes doth sell : Through this deare art doth little good impart , Since they smell best that doth of nothing smell . And ye good sents do purifie the braine , Awake the fancie , and the wittes refine : Hence old deuotion in aduise did ordaine , To make mens spirits more apt to thoughts diuine . I. Dauies . Likewise that same third fort that is the smell , Of that third troupe was cruelly assaide : Whose hideous shapes were like to fiends of hell . Some like to hounds , some like to apes dismaide . Some like to puttocks all in plumes arraide , All shapte according their conditions , For by those ougly formes werren portraide Foolish delights and fond abusions , Which do that sence besiege with light illusiōs . Ed. Sp. Tasting The bodies life with meates and aire is fed , Therefore the soule doth vse the tasting power , In vaines which through the tong & pallat spred . Distinguish euery rellish sweet and sower . This is the bodies nurse : but since mans wit Found the Art of cookery to delight his sence , More bodies are consumde and kild with it , Then with the sword , famine , or pestilence . I. Dauies . — That fourth band which cruell battery bent Against the fourth bulwarke , that is the taste : Was as the rest , a grisly rabblement , Some mouth like greedy Estriges , some fac'st Like loathly Toades , some fashioned in the waste Like swine , for so deseru'd his luxurie , Surfet , misdiet , and vnthriftie warke , Vaine feasts , and idle superfluitie , All those this sences for t assaile incessantly . Ed. Sp. Feeling . Lastly , the feeling power which is lifes roote , Through euery liuing part it selfe doth shed , By sinewes which extend from head to foote , And like a net all ouer the body spred . Much like a subtill spider which doth sit In middle of her web which spreddeth wide : If ought do touth the outmost thred of it , She feeles it instantly on euery side . I. Dauies . By touch the first pure qualities we learne , Which quicken all things , hot , cold , moist , and drie : By touch , hard , soft , rough , swoot , we do discerne , By touch , sweet pleasure and sharpe paine we trie . These are the outward instruments of sence . These are the guardes which euery one must passe , Ere it approach the mindes intelligence , Or touch the phantasie , wits looking glasse . Idem . But the fift troupe most horrible of hue , And fierce of force was dreadfull to report : For some like snailes , some did like spiders shewe , And some like ougly vrchins thicke and short , Cruelly they assailed that fift fort ▪ Armed with darts of sensuall delight , With strings of carnall lust and strong effect . Of feeling pleasures , with which day and night Against the same fift bulwarke they continued fight . Ed. Spencer . Sinne. First we do taste the fruite , then see our sin . S. Daniell . Shame followes sin , disgrace is daily giuen , Impietie will out , neuer so closely donne , No walles can hide vs from the eye of heauen , For shame must end what wickednes begun , Forth breakes reproach when we least thinke thereon . Idem . Like as diseases common cause of death , Bring daunger most when least they pricke and smart : Which is a signe they haue expulst the breath Of liuely heate which doth defend the hart , Euen so such sinnes as felt are on no part , Haue conquered grace , and by their wicked vre , So kild the soule that it can haue no cure . I. Hig. M. of M. Sinnes haruest neuer failes , but grace hath death . D. Lodge . Couer thou fier neuer so close within , Yet out it will , and so will secret sin . M. of M. It doubles sinne if finely sinne we practise to preuent . W.W. Man may securely sinne , but safely neuer . B. Ihonson . What wight on earth can voyd of fault be found ? What Saint is that who doth not sinne sometime ? Tweene good and bad this difference sole is found , That good men sinne but seld , and mend betime . The bad man ( making scruple none nor question ) Yeelds willingly to euery leaud suggestion . S. I. H. Sinnes oft assaid , ere thought to be no sin , So soileth sinne , the soule it sinketh in . M. of M. Shame leaues vs by degrees , not at first comming , For nature checks a new offence with loathing . But vse of sinne doth make it seeme as nothing . S. Daniell . What though our sinnes go braue and better clad ? They are as those in rags , as base , as bad . Idem . The spot is foule , though by a Monarch made , Kings cannot priuiledge a sinne forbade . Idem . — Sinne euer must Be torturde with the racke of his owne frame , For he that holds no faith , shall finde no trust , But sowing wrong , is sure to reape the same . Idem . — Cunning sinne being clad in vertues shape , Flies much reproofe , and many stormes doth scape . D. Lodge . — Place for people , people place , and all for sinne decay . vv . vvarner . To punish sinne is good , it is no nay , They wrecke not sinne , but merit wrecke for sinne The fathers fault that wreake vpon the kin . M. of M. The sinne to which a man by loue is driuen , So much rhe rather ought to be forgiuen . S. I. H. Slaunder . Her face was vgly , and her mouth distort , Foming with poyson round about her gils , In which her cursed tongue full sharpe and short , Appeard like Aspes sting , that closely kils , Or cruelly does wound , whom so she wils , A distaffe in her other hand she had , Vpon the which she litle spins but spils , And faine to weaue false tales and leasings bad To throw amongst the gods which others had dispred . Ed. Sp. Her nature is , all goodnesse to abuse , And causelesse crimes continually to frame : With which she guiltlesse persons may abuse , And stole away the crowne of her good name , Ne euer knight so bold , ne euer dame So chaste and loyall liu'd , but she would striue With forged cause , them falsly to defame . Ne euer thing was done so well aliue , But she with blame would blot , and of due praise depriue . Idem . All like the stings of Asps , that kill with smart , Her spightfull words do pierce and wound the inner part . Idem . Foule canker of faire vertuous action , Vile blaster of rhe fresh bloomes here on earth , Enuies abhorred child detraction . I. Marston . Happie is he that liues in such a sort , That need not feare the tongues of false report . E. of S. The vulgar tongues are armed euermore With slaunderous brute , to blemish the renowne Of vertuous dames ; which though at first it spring , Of slender cause , yet doth it swell so fast , As in short space it filleth euery eare With swift report of vndeserued blame . G. Gascoigne . — It euer hath bene knowne , They other vertues scorne that doubt their owne . S. Daniell . No plaister heales a deadly poysoned sore , No secret hid where slaunder keepes the dore . M. Drayton . Against bad tongues goodnesse cannot defend her , Those be most free from faults , they least will spare , But prate of them whom they haue scantly knowne , Iudging their humours to be like their owne . S. I. H. Slaunder once set on foot though false , is talkt in euery street . VV. VVarner . No wound with warlike hand of enemie Inflict with dint of sword so sore doth light , As doth the poysonous sting which infamie Infuseth in the name of noble wight . It neuer can recured be againe , Ne all the skill which that immortall spright Of Podalyrius did in it retaine , Can remedie such hurts : such hurts are hellish paine . Ed. Sp. A sprightly wit disdaines detraction . I. Marston . Backbiting pens , and pens that sooth vp sinne , ●nuious the one , th' other clawbacks binne . I. Syl. Sleepe . Amidst a darke thicke wood there is a caue , Whose entrance is with Iuie ouerspread , They haue no light within , nor none they craue , ●ere Sleepe doth couch her ouerdrowsie head , ●nd sloath lies by that seemes the goute to haue . ●nd Idlenes not so well taught as fed , ●hey point forgetfulnes the gate to keepe , ●hat none come out or in to hinder Sleepe . ●he knowes no meanes of men , ne none will learne , ●heir messages she list not vnderstand : She knowes no busines doth her concerne , Silence is Sentinell of all this band , And vnto those he comming doth discerne To come too neere , he beckens with his hand , He treadeth soft , his shooes are made of felt , His garment short , and girded with a belt . S. I. H. By care lay heauie sleepe , the couzen of death , Flat on the ground , and still as any stone : A very corps , saue yeelding forth a breath , Small keepe tooke he whom fortune frownd on , Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne : but as a liuing death , So dead aliue , of life he drew the breath . M. Sack. A drowsie head to earth by dull desire Draws downe the soule that should to heauen aspire . Writing these later lines , wearie well-nie Of sacred Pallas , pleasing labour deare , Mine humble chin saluteth oft my brest , With an Ambrosian deawe mine eies possest By peece-meale close ; all moouing powers die still , From my dull fingers drops my fainting quill . Downe in my sloath-bound bed againe I shrinke , And in darke Laethe all deepe cares I sinke . I. Syl. Solitarinesse . Sweete solitarie life thou true repose , Wherein the wise contemplate heauen aright , In thee no dread of warre or worldly foes , In thee no pompe seduceth mortall sight . In thee no wanton eares to winne with words , Nor lurking toies which silly life affords . D.L. Souldiers . — O Souldiers enuie neere ally to Kings Maiesticke humour , carefull iealous thought : Thou , which awak'st vs from ignoble things , A passion nearest to a godhead brought . Onely indefinite : to whom none brings Limit or bound , thou greater then our thought , Who holds thee , holds a power to make him able , Who looses then , becomes most miserable . I. Mark , None is so poore of sence and eine , To whom a souldier doth not shine . G. Chap. No elegancie can bewtifie A shamelesse lumpe of gluttonie : His heart sweete Cupids tents reiects , That onely meate and drinke affects . O Flora all mens intellects , Know souldiers power such respects , Meere helpes for need his minde sufficeth , Dull sleepe and surfets he despiseth : Loues trumpe his temples exerciseth , Courage and loue his life compriseth . Idem . Soule . — He that spread the skies And fixt the earth , first form'd the soule in man , This true Prometheus first made men of earth , And shead in him a beame of heauenly fier , Now in their mothers wombes before their birth , Doth in all sonnes of men their soules inspire . And as Minerua is in fables fainde From Ioue , without an other to proceed , So our true Ioue without an others aide , Doth daily millions of Mineruaes breed . I Dauies . Like as the sunne aboue the light doth bring , Though we behold it in the aire belowe , So from the eternall light the soule doth spring , Though in the body she her powers do showe . Idem . The soule a substance and a body is , Which God himselfe doth in the body make , Which makes the man ; or euery man from this The nature of a man and name doth take . And though the spirit be to the body knit , As an apt meane her power to exercise : Which are , life , motion , sense , and will and wit , Yet she suruiues , although the body dies . Shee is a substance and a reall thing , Which hath it selfe an actuall working might , Which neither from the senses power doth spring , Nor from the bodies humours tempered right . She is a vine which doth no propping need , To make her spread her selfe , or spring vpright , She is a starre whose beames do not proceed From any sinne , but from a natiue light . Idem . She is a spirit and an heauenly influence , Which from the fountaine of Gods spirit doth flowe , Shee 's a spirit , yet not like aire nor winde , Nor like the spirits about the heart or braine , Nor like the spirits which Alchimists definde , When they in euery thing seeke gold in vaine . Idem . — To shew her powerfull deitie , Her sweete Endimion more to beautifie , Into his soule the goddesse doth infuse , The fierie Nature of an heauenly Muse : Which the spirit labouring by the mind , Partaketh of celestiall things by kind : For why the soule being diuine alone , Exempt from grosse and vild corruption , Of heauenly secrets incomprehensible , Of which the dull flesh is not sensible ▪ And by one onely powerfull facultie , Yet gouerneth a multiplicitie , Being essentiall , vniforme in all , Not to be seuered or diuiduall : But in her function holdeth her estate , By powers diuine in her ingenerate : And so by inspiration conceiueth , What heauen to her by diuination breatheth . M. Drayton . Like as the soule doth rule the earthlie masse , And all the seruice of the body frame , So loue of soule doth loue of body passe , No lesse then perfect gold surmounts the meanest brasse , Ed. Spencer . Euerie good motion that the soule awakes , A heauenly figure sees from whence it takes , That sweetelesse bloome which by power of kinde , Formes like it selfe an image of the mind , And in our faith the operations be , Of that diuinesse which by fayth wee see , Which neuer erres but accidentally , By our fraile fleshes in becilitie , By each temptation ouer-apt to slide , Except our spirit becomes our bodyes guide . For as our bodyes prisons bee the towres , So to our soules these bodyes be of ours , Whose fleshly walles hinder that heauenly light , As these stone walles depriue our wished sight . Idem . — As Phoebus throwes His beames abroade , though hee in clouds bee clos'd Still glauncing by them till she finde oppos'd A loose and rorid vapour , that is fit T'euent his searching beames , and vseth it To forme a twentie coloured eie , Cast in a circle round about the skie . So when our fierie soule , our bodies starre , ( That euer is in motion circular ) Conceiues a form in seeking to display it , Through all our cloudy parts it doth conuey it : Forth at the eye , as the most pregnant place , And that reflects it round about the face . Idem . Like as the moysture which the thirstie earth Sucks from the Sea to fill her emptie vaines , From out her wombe at last doth take a birth , And runnes a nymph along the grassie plaines : Long doth shee stay , as loth to leaue the land , From whose soft side she first did issue make , She tasts all places , turnes to euerie hand , Her flowing bankes vnwilling to forsake , Yet nature so her streames doth leade and carrie , As that her course doth make no finall stay , Till shee her selfe vnto the Ocean marrie , Within whose watrie bosome first shee lay . Euen so our soule within this earthly mould , The spirit doth secretly infuse , Because at first shee doth the earth behold , And onely this materiall world shee viewes . At first our mother earth shee holdeth deere , And doth imbrace the world and worldly things , She flies close to the ground and houers heere , And mounts not vp with her celestiall wings . Yet vnder heauen shee cannot light on ought , That with her heauenly nature doth agree , She cannot rest , she cannot fixe her thought , She cannot in this world contented bee . I. Dauies . When the soule findes heere no true content , And like Noahs Doue , can no sure footing take , She doth returne from whence shee first was sent , And flies to him that first her wings did make . Idem . Heuen waxeth old , and all the spheres aboue Shall one day faynt , and their swift motion stay , And time it selfe shall cease in time to mooue , Onely the soule suruiues and liues for aye . Idem . When as the soule is drowned once in vice , The sweete of sinne makes hell a Paradice ▪ M , Drayton , ●s is the fable of the Lady faire , VVhich for her lust was turnde into a cow , VVhen thirstie to a streame she did repaire , And saw her selfe transformde she knew not how , At first she startles , and she stands amazd , And loathes the watry glasse wherein she gazd : At last for terror she from thence doth flie , And shunnes it still , though she for thirst doe die . Euen so mans soule , which did Gods image beare , And was at first faire , good , and spotlesse pure , Since with her sinnes her beauties blotted were , Doth of all sights her owne sight least indure : For euen at first reflecting she espies Such strange Chimeraes and such monsters there , Such toyes , such antickes , and such vanities , As she retyres , and shrinks for shame and feare . I. Dauis . Euen as the man loues least at home to bee , That hath a sluttish house haunted with spirits , So she impatient her owne faults to see , Turnes from her selfe , and in strange things delights ▪ Idem . — T is a sacred cure To salue the soules dread wounds , omnipotent That nature is , that cures the impotent Euen in a moment , sure grace is infusde By diuine fauour , nor by actions vsde : Which is as permanent as heauens blisse , To them that haue it , then no habit is . I. Marston . That learned Father which so firmely prooues The soule of man immortall and diuine , And doth the seuerall offices define . Anima . Giues her that name as she the body moues . Amor. Then is shee loue imbracing charitie . Animus . Mouing a will in vs , it is the mind . Mens . Retaining knowledge still the same in kind . Memoria . As intellectuall it is the memorie . Ratio . In iudging , Reason onely is her name . Sensus . In speedie apprehension it is Sence . Conscientia . In right or wrong men call her Conscience . Spiritus . The Spirit , when to Godward it doth inflame . These of the soule the seuerall functions bee . M. Drayton . Like as two bellowes blowne turne by turne , By little and little make cold coles to burne , And then their fire inflamde with glowing heate , An iron barre which on the Anuile beate , Seemes no more yron , but flies almost all , In hissing sparkles and quicke-bright cinders small . So the worlds soule should in our soule inspire , Th' eternall force of an eternall fire , And then our soule ( as forme ) breathe in our corse , Her countlesse numbers , and heauens turned force , Wherewith our bodyes beautie beautified , Should like our ( deathlesse soule ) haue neuer died . I. Syluester . Of Sorrow . In blacke all clad there fell before my face , A ptiteous wight whom woe had all forewast , Forth on her eyes the cristall teares out brast , And sighing fore her hands shee wrung and fold , Tare all her haire , that ruth was to behold ; Her body small , sore withered and fore spent , As is the stalke that summers drought opprest , Her welked face with wofull teares besprent : Her colour pale ( as it seemed ) her best , In woe and plaint reposed was her rest : And as the stone that drops of water weares , So dented were her cheekes with fall of teares : Her eyes swollen with flowing streames afloate , Wherewith her lookes throwne vp full pitiously , Her forcelesse handes together oft she smote , With dolefull shrikes that ecchoed in the skie , Whose plaints such sighs did strait accompanie , That in my doome was neuer man did see A wight but halfe so woe-begone as shee . Sorrow I am , in endlesse sorrowes pained , Among the furies in the infernall lake , Where Pluto God of hell so grisly blacke , Doth hold his throne and Laethes deadly taste , Doth riue remembrance of each thing fore-past . M. Sackuile . Sorrows first leader of this furious crowde , Muffled all ouer in a sable clowde , Olde before age , afflicted night and day , Her face with wrinkles warped euerie way , Creeping in corners , where shee sits and vies ; Sighs from her heart , teares for her blubbered eies , Accompanied with selfe-consuming care , With weeping pittie , thought , and mad dispayre , That beares about her burning coles and cords , Aspes , poysons , pistols , haulters , kniues , and swords , Foule squinting enuie , that selfe-eating elfe , Through others leannesse fatting vp her selfe , Ioyning in mischiefe , feeding but with langour , And bitter teares , her toad-like swelling anger , And iealousie that neuer sleepes for feare , ( Suspitious flea still nibling in her eare ) That leaues repast and rest , neere pinde and blinde , With seeking what shee would bee loth to finde . I. Siluester . Two inward vulturs , sorrow and disdaine . Sorow misfortunes sonne , dispayres foule fire . Ed. Fairfax . Sorrow breakes seasons and reposing howres , Makes the night morning , and the noone tide night , W. Shakespeare . Sorrow is still vnwilling to giue ouer . S. Daniell . Sorrow grows sencelesse when too much she beares . M. Dr. Sad sorrow like a heauie ringing bell , Once set in ringing , with his owne weight goes , Then little strength rings out the dolefull knel. W. Sh. It is some ease our sorrowes to reueale , If they to whome we shall impart our woes , Seeme but to feele a part of what we feele . And meete vs with a sigh but at a close . S. Daniell . Sighes are the ease calamitie affoords , Which serue for speech when sorrow wanteth words . Idem . Fell sorrowes tooth neuer ranckles more , Then when it bites , but launcheth not the sore . Idem . — Sorrow close shrouded in the heart . I know to keep , it is a wondrous smart , Each thing imparted , is more ease to beare , When the raine is fallen , the cloudes waxe cleere . Ed. Spencer . — Sorrow ne neede be hastened on , For he will come without calling anon . Idem . — Snarling sorrow hath lesse powrc to bite The man that mocks at it , and sets it light . Ed. Spencer . He that his sorrow sought through wilfulnesse , And his foe fettered would release againe , Deserues to tast his follies fruit , repented paine . Ed. Spencer . — Mirth doth search the bottom of annoy , Sad soules are slaine in mirthie companie , Greefe best is pleasde with griefes societie : True sorrow then is feelingly suffizde , When with like sorrow it is sympathizde . True sorrow hath not euer a wet eye . Th. Dekker . Sad sorrow euer ioyes to heare her worst . S. D. Suspition . — False suspition of another is A sure condemning of our owne amis . Edw. Gilpin . Mistrust doth treason in the truest raise , Suspitious Romulus stain'd his walles first rear'd VVith brothers bloud , whom for light leape he feard , The iealous cuckold weares th' infamous horne , So not in brotherhood , iealousie may bee borne . M. of M. Riualles in loue will be suspitious quickly . I. Weeuer . The Marchant traffiking abroad , suspects his wife at home A youth wil play the wanton , & a wanton proue a mome . W. Warner . Teares . — These two parts belong Vnto true knowledge , words and teares haue force , To mooue compassion in the sauage mindes Of brutish people reason wanting kindes . Tho. Middleton . Teares , vows , and prayers gaine the hardest hearts . S. Daniell . Teares worke no truce , but where the heart is tender . D. Lodge . Teares harden lust , though marble weare with raine . W. Sh. Seld speaketh loue , but sighes his secret paines , Teares are his truch-men , words do make him tremble . R. Greene. Teares cannot soften flint , nor vowes conuert . S. D. A dolefull case desires a dolefull song , Without vaine art , or curious complement , And squallid fortune into basenesse flung , Doth scorne the pride of wonted ornament . Ed. Spencer . Temperance . — Temperance which golden squire , Betwixt these two can measure out a meane , Neither to melt in pleasures hot desire , Nor frie in heartlesse greefe and dolefull teene , Thrise happie man who faires them both a tweene . Ed. Spencer . Who euer doth to Temperance applie His stedfast life , and all his actions frame , Trust mee shall finde no greater enemie , Then stubburne perturbation to the same : To which right well the wise doe giue that name : For it the goodly peace of stayed mindes Does ouerthrew , and troublous warre proclaime , His owne woes author , who so bound it finds , As did Pyrrhocles , and it wilfully vnbinde . Idem . A harder lesson to learne continence , In ioyous pleasure then in greeuous paine , For sweetenesse doth allure the weakest sence . So strongly that vnneath it can refraine , From that which feeble nature couers faine , But greefe and wrath that bee her enemies And foes of life shee better can restraine , Yet vertue vaunts in both theyr victories . Idem . O in what safetie Temperance doth rest , VVhen it findes harbour in a kingly brest . M. Drayton . Of all Gods works which do this world adorne , There is none more fayre and excellent Then is mans body , both for power and forme , VVhilst it is kept in sober gouernement : But none then it more foule and indecent , Distempered through misrules , and passions base , It growes a monster , and incontinent , Doth loose his dignitie and natiue grace . Ed. Spencer . Thoughts . Thoughts are the slaues of life , and life times foole , And time that takes suruey of all the world Must haue a stop . W. Shakespeare . Thoughts are but dreames , till their effects be tried . Idem . Who so thinkes many things , brings few to a fortunate ending . A. Fraunce . The feeble eyes of our aspring thoughts , Behold things present , and record things past , But things to come exceede our humane reach . G. Peele . Vnfained thoughts do seldome dreame on euil . Birdes neuer limde no secret bushes feare . W. Sh. If all mens thoughts were written in their face , Some one that now the rest doth ouercrow , Some others ebbe that wants his soueraignes grace , VVhen as the Prince their inwarde thoughts should know The meaner then should take the better place , The greatest man might stoope and sit below . S. I. Harrington . Time. Beauties great enemie , and to all the rest That in the garden of Adonis springs , Is wicked Time , who with his sithe addrest , Does mow the flowing herbes and goodly things , And all their glorie to the earth downe flings , VVhere they do wither , and are fouly marde , He flies about , and with his flaggie wings , Beates downe both leaues and buds without regard . Ne euer pittie may relent his malice hard . E. Spencer . Mishapen Time , coapsmate of vgly might , Swift subtill poast , carrier of grislie care , Eater of youth , false slaue to false delight , Base watch of woes , sinnes packhorse , vertues snare , Thou nursest all , and murtherest all that are . W. Shakespeare . Stealing Time the subiect to delay . S. Ph. Sydney . — Times golden thigh Vpholdes the flowrie body of the earth , In sacred harmonie and euerie birth Of men , audacious makes legitimate , Being vsde aright , the vse of times is fate . G. Chapman . No mortall forme that vnder moone remaines , Exempt from traiterous Time , continueth one . Now mountes the floud , and straight his waues restrains Now flowes the tyde , and strait the sourse is gone , VVho toyles by Sea , must choose the fayrest gale , For time abodes our good or badde auaile ▪ D. Lodge . Al those that liue and thinke themselues but slime , Must choose and thriue by fauour of the time . Idem . Swift speedie Time , feathered with flying howres , Dissolues the beautie of the fayrest browe . S. Daniell . Time doth consume fame , honour , wit , & strength , Time roots out youth and beauties looke at length . Tho. Watson . Time wanting bonds , still wanteth certaintie . M. Dr. To Fames rich treasure Time vnlocks the doore , Which angrie sorrow had shut vp before . Idem . Time is a bondslaue to eternitie . Tho. Kyd. All that doth liue is subiect to his law , All things decay in time , and to their end do draw . Ed. Spencer . What wrong hath not continuance out-worne , Yeares makes that right that neuer was so borne . S. Daniell . Good time is blest , badde time wee hold accurst , Time hurts them oft that he did helpe at first . T. Churchyard . Times glory is to calme contending kings , To vnmaske falshood , and bring truth to light , To stampe the seale of time in aged things , To wake the morne , and sentinell the night , To wrong the wronger till hee render right : To ruinate proude buildings with his howres , And smeare with dust their glittering golden towres , To fill with worm holes stately monuments , To feede obliuion with decay of things , To blot old Bookes , and alter their contents , To pull the quilles from auncient Rauens wings , To drie the old okes sappe , and cherish springs To spoyle antiquities of hammered steele , And turne the giddie round of fortunes wheele , To shew the Beldame daughters of her daughters , To make the child a man , the man a child , To slay the tyger that doth liuely slaughter , To tame the vnicorne and the lyon wilde , To make the subtill in themselues be guild , To cheere the plow-man with increasefull crops , And waste huge stones with little water-drops . W. Shakespeare . Truth . The Truth doth doth dwell within the holy tables , Of Gods liue word , not in our wanton braine , Which dayly coyning some strange error vaine , For gold takes lead , for truth electeth Fables . I. Siluester . Truth is no harauld , nor no so sophist sure , She noteth not mens names , their sheelds or crests , Though shee compare them vnto birds and beasts , But whom shee doth fore-shew shall raigne by force , Shee tearmes a woolfe , a dragon , or a beare , A wilfull Prince , a raignelesse raging horse , A boare , a lion , a coward much in feare , A hare or hart , a craftie pricked eare , A lecherous , a bull , a goate , a foale , An vnderminer , a mould-warpe , or a moale . M. of M. — Tried truth Doth best be seeme a simple naked tale , Ne needes to bee with paynted processe prickt , That in her selfe hath no diuersitie , But alwayes shewes one vndisguised face , VVhere deepe deceit and lies must seeke her shade , And wrappe their words in guilefull eloquence , As euer fraught with contrarietie . G. Gascoigne . The truth hath certaine bounds , but falshood none . S. Daniell . — The naked truth is a well-clothed lie , A nimble quicke pale meunts to dignitie By force or fraud , that matters not a iot , So massie wealth may fall vnto thy lot . Io. Marston . Treason . Conspiracie gainst the person of a Prince , Is treason gainst the deitie of heauen . Th. Achellye . — Treason is but trusted like the Foxe , Who nere so tamde , so cherisht , and lockt vp , Will haue a wilde tricke of his auncetors . W. Sh. No vertue merits prayse once toucht with blot of treason . S. Ph. Sydney . VVho fayleth one is false , though trusty to another ▪ Idem . There is no treason woundeth halfe so deepe , As that which doth in Princes bosome sleepe . M. Drayton . VVho that resisteth his dread soueraigne Lord , Doth damne his soule by Gods owne verie word , A Christian subiect should with honour due , Obey his soueraigne though he were a Iew , VVhereby assured when subiects do rebell , Gods wrath is kindled , threatning fire and hell . M. of M. Was neuer rebell before the world and since , That could or should preuaile against his Prince . Idem . Reuolted subiects of themselues will quaile . I. Syluester . Tyrannie . — Next to Tyrannie Comes warres , discention , ciuill mutinie . Ch. Middl. In greatest wants t' inflict the greatest woe , This is the worst that tyrannie can show . Idem . Hell haleth tyrants downe to death amaine , Was neuer yet , nor shall bee cruell deede Vnquited left , but had as cruell meed . M. of M. — No tyrant commonly Liuing ill can kindly die , But either trayterously surprizde Doth coward poyson quayle their breath , Or their people haue deuizde , Or theyr Guard to seeke their death . Tho. Kyd. It is an hell in hatefull vassallage , Vnder a tyrant to consume ones age , A selfe-shauen Dennis , or an Nero fell , Whose cursed Courts with bloud and incest swell : An Owle that flyes the light of Parliaments And state assemblies , iealous of th' intents Of Priuate tongues , who for a pastime sets His Peeres at oddes , and on their furie whets , Who neither fayth , honour , nor right respects . Idem . Vertue . What one art thou thus in torne weede yclad ? Vertue , in price , whom auncient sages had : Why poorely clad ? for fading goods past care : Why double fac'd ? I marke each fortunes rare : This bridle what ? mindes rages to restraine : VVhy beare you tooles ? I loue to take great paine : Why wings ? I teach aboue the starres to flie : Why treade you death ? I onely cannot die . S. Th. Wiat. The path that leades to Vertues Court is narrow , Thornie , and vp a hill , a bitter iourney : But being gone through , you find al heauenly sweets , Th'entrance is all flintie , but at th' end Two Towres of pearles and cristall you ascend . Th. Dekkar . Vertue is fayrest in a poore art aye . Idem . Vertue abhorres too weare a borrowed face . Idem . The wisest scholler of the wight most wise , By Phoebus doome , with sugred sentence saies , That vertue If it once meete with our eyes , Strange flames of loue it in our soules would raise . S. Ph. Sydney . That growes apace , that vertue helps t' aspire . M. R●●don . When vertue riseth , base affections fall . Ed. Fairfax . Like as the horse well mand abides the bit , And learnes his stoppe by raine in riders hand , Where mountaine colt that is not sadled yet , Runnes headlong on amidst the fallowed land , Whose fierce resist scarce bendes with any band . So men reclaim'd by vertue tread aright , Where ledde by follies , mischiefes on them light . D. Lodge . Vertue doth ●urb affection , and for conscience flieth sin , To leaue for imperfection feare or shame no praise doth winne . W. Warner . Vertue it selfe turnes vice , being misapplyed , And vice sometime by action dignified . W. Shakespeare . Vertue in greatest daunger is most showne , And though opprest , yet nere is ouerthrowne . S. Daniell . In vertue it is said , that men themselues suruie . W. W. Honour indeede , and all things yeeld to death , ( Vertue excepted ) which alone suruiues , And liuing toyleth in an earthlie gaile , At last to be extol'd in heauens high ioyes . T. Kyd. All things decay , yet vertue shall not die , This onely giues vs immortallitie . M. Drayton . Whence is it that the flower of the field doth fade , And lyeth buried long in winters bale , Yet soon as spring his mantle doth display , It flowreth fresh , as it should neuer faile , But thing on earth that is of most auaile . As vertues and beauties bud , Releeuen not for any good , The branch once dead , the bud needes eke must quaile ▪ Ed. Spencer . All that wee had , or mortall men can haue , Seemes onely hut a shadow from the graue , Vertue alone liues still . Th. Dekkar . Vertue is more amiable and more sweete , When vertue and true maiestie doe meete . E. Spencer . — All the sorow in the world is lesse Then vertues might and valures confidence , For who will bide the burden of distresse , Must not heere thinke to liue , for life is wretchednes . Idem . Vertue makes honour , as the soule doth sence , And merit , farre exceedes inheritance . G. Chapman . — Vertue of the ●uncient bloud and kin , Doth onely please the parties shee is in . M. of M. — Onely vertue noblenesse doth dignifie , And vicious life a linage base doth signifie . S. I. Harrington . The simple vertue may consist alone , But better are two vertues ioynd in one . D. Lodge . What vertue gets , once got doth neuer waste , And hauing this , this thou for euer haste . M. Dryaton . Ioy grauen in sence , like snow in water wasts , Without preserue of vertue nothings lasts . G. Chapman . Vertue obscurde yeeldes small and happie gaines , But actiuely imployed , shee worth retaines . D. Lodge . VVhat vertue breedes , iniquitie deuours , VVe haue no good at all that we can say is ours ▪ But ill annexed oportunitie , Or killes his life or else his qualitie . W. Sh. Vertue dies not , her tomb we need not rayse , Let them trust tombs which haue out-liu'd their praise . Th. Bastard . Vice . Vice rides a horseback , Vertue doth from out the saddl● boult . W. Warner . What licour first the earthen pot doth take , It keepeth still the sauour of the same , Full hard it is a camocke straight to make , Or crooked logges with wainscot fine to frame , T is hard to make the cruell Tyger tame : And so it fares with those haue vices caught , Nought ( once they say ) and euer after nought . M. of M. Although ●hat vertue oft wants due reward , Yet seldome vice wants due deserued blame , S. I. H. Where vice is countenanc'd with Nobilitie , Art cleane excluded , ignorance held in , Blinding the world with meere hypocrisie , Yet must bee sooth'd in all their slauish sinne , Great malcontents to grow they then beginne , Nursing vild wittes to make their factious tooles , Thus mightie men oft prooue the mightiest fooles . M. Drayton . Victory . With victorie reuenge doth euer cease , S. I. H. Hee liueth long that liues victorious . Th. Kyd. The victor can no honour iustly claime , To loose the men who should aduaunce the same . — That fisher is not fine , Who for a frogge will loose a golden line : The holy head-band seemes not to attyre The head of him , who in his furious ire , Preferres the paine of those that haue him teend , Before the health and safetie of one friend . Tho. Hudson . Vaine is the vaunt and victorie vniust , That more to mightie hands then rightful cause doth trust . Edw. Spencer . Losse is no shame , nor to bee lesse then foe , But to be lesser then himselfe , doth marre Both loosers lotte , and victors prayse also , Vaine others ouerthrowes , who self doth ouerthrow . Idem . Vnderstanding . Most miserable creature vnder skie Man , without vnderstanding doth appeare , For all this worlds affliction he thereby , And fortvnes freates is wisely taught to beare : Of wretched life the onely ioy shee is , And th' onely comfort in calamitie , She armes the breast with constant patience , Against the bitter throwes of dolours darts , She solaceth with rules of sapience , The gentle mindes in midst of worldly smarts , When hee is sadde , she seekes to make him merie , And doth refresh his spirits when they bee wearie , Ed. Spencer . Vowes . Good vowes are neuer broken with good deedes , For then good deedes were bad : vowes are but seeds , And good deedes fruits . G. Chapman . Wee know not how to vow , till loue vnblind vs , And vowes made ignorantly neuer binde vs. Idem . Our vowes must bee perform'd to God and King. M. Drayton . — A promise made for feare is voyde . S. I. H. — A man such promise must forsake , As at the first vnlawfull was to make . Idem . Virginitie . Like to the Rose I count the virgin pure , That groweth on natiue stemme in garden fayre , Which whiles it stands with walles enuiron'd sure , VVhere herd-men with their herds cannot repayre To sauour it , it seemeth to allure The morning dew , the heate , the earthly ayre , Gallant yong men and louely dames delight By their sweete sent , and in their pleasing sight : But when that once t is gathered and gone From proper stalke , where late before it grew , The loue the liking little is or none , Fauour , and grace , beautie and all adue : So when a virgin graunts to one alone , The precious flower for which so many sue : VVell hee that getteth it may loue her best , But shee forgoes the loue of all the rest . S. I. H. Iewels being lost , are found againe , this neuer , T is lost but once , and once lost , lost for euer . Ch. Marlow . Virginitie though praysed is like a bird , for why , As much the flesh is frayle therein , as in the feare to die , What was it sayd to all but vs increase and multiplie ? W. Warner . — Virginitie Is neither essence subiect to the eye , No nor to any one exterior sence , Nor hath it any place of residence , Nor i' st of earth or mould celestiall , Or capable of any forme at all . Ch. Marlow . I know not her that willingly with maiden-head would die . W. W. Vse . Vse make things nothing huge , and huge things nothing . G. Chapman . Foule cankering rust the hidden treasure frets . But gold that 's put to vse , more gold begets . W. Sh. Warre . Lastly stood warre in glistering armes yclad , With visage grimme , sterne lookes and gastly hood , In his right hand a naked sword hee had , That to the hilts was all with bloud imbrude , And in his left that kings and kingdomes rued , Famine and fire he had , and there withall Hee rased townes , and threw downe towres and all , Cities hee sackt , and realmes that whilome flowred In honour , glorie , and rule aboue the best , Hee ouerwhhlm'd , and all their fame deuoured , Consumde , destroyde , wasted , and neuer ceast , Till hee therewith their name and all opprest : His face forhued with woundes , and by his side , There hung his targe with gashes deepe and wide , In midst of which depainted there wee finde Deadly debate , all full of snakie hayre , That with a bloudy fillet was ybound , Out-breathing noght , but discord euerie where . M. Sackuille . The Poets old in their fond fables faind , That mightie Mars is God of warre and strife : Th' Astronomers think that wheras Mars doth raign That all debate and discord must bee rife : Some thinke Bellona , Goddesse of that life . Among the rest that Painter had some skill , Which thus in armes did once set out the same , A field of gules , and on a golden hill . A stately towne consumed all with flame , On chiefe of sable taken from the dame , A sucking babe ( O ) borne to bide mischance , Begoard with bloud , and pierced with a launce . On high the Helme , I beare it well in mind , The wreath was siluer powdred all with shot , About the which ( goutte du sang ) did twind . A rowle of sable blacke , and foule beblot , The crest two hands , which may not bee forgot , For in the right a trenchand blade did stand , And in the left a fierie burning brand . G. Gascoigne . — Warre the mistresse of enormitie , Mother of mischiefe , monster of deformitie , Lawes , manners , arts , shee breakes , shee marres , shee chaces , Bloud , teares , bowres , towres , she spils , smites , burns , & races , Her brasen teeth shake al the earth asunder : Her mouth a fire-brand , and her voyce a thunder , Her lookes are lightning , euerie glaunce a flash , Her fingers guns , that all to powder pash , Feare and dispayre , flight and disorder , coast With hastie march before her murderous hoast , As burning , waste , rape , wrong , impietie , Rage , ruines , discord , horror , crueltie , Sacke , sacriledge , impunitie pride , Are still sterne consorts by her barbarous side . And pouertie , sorrow , and desolation , Follow her armies bloudie transmigration . I· Siluester . O warre begot in pride and luxurie , The child of wrath and of dissention ▪ Horrible good , mischiefe necessarie , The foule reformer of confusion : Vniust iust , scourge for our iniquitie . Cruell recurer of corruption . S. Daniell . O goodly vsage of those anticke times , In which the sword was seruant vnto right , VVhen not for malice and contentious crimes , But all for praise , and proofe of manly might , The martiall broode accustomed to fight : Then honour was the meede of victorie , And yet the vanquished had no dispight , Let later age , that now the vse enuie , Vild rancour so auoyd and cruell furquedry . Ed. Spencer . VVarre rightly handled is most excellent , And easie makes impossibilitie : It mounts the Alps , and through the seas doth rent ▪ By it in bloud a way to heauen wee see . I. Markham . Vnder warres brazen feete stoopes all the earth , His mouth a flaming brand , his voyce a thunder , Idem . No warre is right , but that which needfull is , S. Daniell . The God of warre hath many men in store , Which wait alwaies to keepe his kingdome vp , Of whom no one doth shew his seruice more , Then lingring hope , which still doth be●re the cup , And flatteringly lendes euerie man a sup , Which haunts his course , or in his progesse passe , Hope brings the bowle wherin they all must quaffe , G. Gascoigne . Warre seemeth sweete to such as raunge it not . Idem . Men know not Warre , nor rightly how to deeme it , That first by War haue not been taught t' esteeme it . S. I. H. — Wise men euer haue preferred farre , Th'vniustest peace , before the iustest Warre . S. Daniell . — Time obseruing prouidence and Warre , Still makes their foes farre stronger then they are . Idem . Sad be the sights and bitter fruits of Warre , And thousande furies wait on wrathfull sword , Ne ought the prayse of prowesse more doth marre , Then foule reuenging rage and proud contentious iarre . Ed. Spencer . — Great reuenew The chiefest sinew vnto Warre affoords . D. Lodge . — Warres that publike good pretend , Worke most in iustice being doone for spight , For th'agreeued euermore doe bend , Against those whom they see of greatest might , Who though themselues are wrongd and often forst , Yet though they can doe most are thought the worst . S. Daniell . — Mars is Cupidoes friend And is for Venus loue renouned more , Then al the wars and spoiles the which he did before . Ed. Spencer . Will. From idle witte , there springs a braine-sicke will , With wise men lust , which foolish make a God , This in the shape of vertue raigneth still . D. Lodge . Will puts in practise what the wit deuiseth . Will euer acts , and wit contemplates still , And as from witte the power of wisedome riseth , All other vertues daughters are of will. Idem . Will is the Prince , and wit the counsellor , Which doth for common good in councell sit , And when witte is resolu'd , will lends her power , To execute what is deuis'd by witte . I. Dauies . Will is as free as any Emperour , Nought can restraine her gentle libertie , No tyrant nor no torrent hath the power To make vs will when wee vnwilling bee . Idem . Euen as the will should goodnesse truely know , VVe haue a will which that true good should choose Although will oft , when wit false formes doth show , Take ill for good , and good for ill refuse . Idem . It liues not in our power to loue or hate , For will in vs is ouer-rul'd by fate . Ch. Marlow . A stronger hand restraines our wilfull powers , A will must rule aboue this will of ours , Not following what our vaine desires doe woe , For vertues sake , but what wee onely doe . M. Dr. — Headlesse will true iudgement doth ensnare . Idem . Selfe-will doth frowne , when honest zeale reproues , Idem . Whereas our actions measure no regard , Our lawlesse will is made his owne reward . M. Dra. — With a world of mischiefes and offence , Vnbridled will rebelles against the sence . D. Lodge . Hee least should list that may doe what he will. S. Dan. Wisedome . Our God himselfe for wisedome most is praysed , And men to God thereby are nighest raysed . Ed. Spencer . Wisedome doth warne , whilst foe is in the gate . To stay the step , ere forced to retreate . Idem . VVisedome must iudge twixt men apt to amend , And mindes incurable borne to offend . S. D. — In daunger wisedome doth aduise , In humble termes to reconcile our foes . D. Lodge . — Wisedome and the sight of heauenly things , Shines not so cleere as earthly vanities . G. Chapman . T is sayd a wise man all mishaps withstands , For though by starres wee borne to mischiefes are , Yet prudence bailes vs quite from carefull bands . M. of M. Fore-sight doth still on all aduantage lie . Wise men must giue place to necessitie . M. Dr. — A wiseman poore Is like a sacred Booke that 's neuer read , T'himselfe hee liues , and to all else seemes dead : This age thinkes better of a gilded foole , Then of thred bare saint in wisedomes schoole . Th. Dekkar . VVise men let faults ore-passe , they cannot mend . Ch. Middle . VVho can themselues beware by others costs , May bee accounted well among the wise . S. I. H. — Whatsoeuer Starres seeme to importune , Wisedome predominates both fate and fortune . Ch. Fitz Griffon . VVit. The witte the pupill of the soules cleere eye , And in mans world the onely shining starre , Lookes in the mirror of the phantasie , Where all the gathering of the sences ate , From thence this power the shape of things abstract● And them within her passiue part receiues , Which are inlightened by that part which acts , And so the forme of single things receiues : But after by discoursing to and fro , Anticipating and comparing things She doth all vniuersall natures know , And all effects into their causes bring . Our witte is giuen Almightie God to know , Our will is giuen to loue him being knowne , But God could not bee knowne to vs below , But by his works , which through the sence are knowne . I. Dauis . Wit is the mindes cheefe iudge , which doth controle , Of fancies Court the iudgements false and vaine , Will , holdes the royall scepter in the soule , And on the passions of the heart doth raigne . Idem . Emulation the proud nurse of witte . S. D. — Wit and learning are two Angelles wings , By which meane men soare vp to mightie things . Ch. Middl. Wit is with boldnesse prompt , with terror daunted , And grace is sooner got of dames then graunted . Ed. Spencer . Some loose their wit with loue , some with ambition Some running to the sea great wealth to get , Some following Lords and men of high condition , Some in fayre iewelles , rich and costly set . One hath desire to prooue a rare magician , Others with Poetrie their witte forget : Another thinkes to bee an Alchimist , Till all hee spent , and hee his number mist . S. I. H. Mans wit is monstrous , when the same from vertue doth decline . W. Warner . Mans witte doth build for time but to deuoure , But Vertue 's free from time and fortunes power . M. Dr. The wit not hurt , because not vsed more , Growes dull and farre lesse toward then before . — Wits ambition longeth to the best , For it desires in endlesse blisse to dwell . I. Dauis . Best loues are lost for wit , when men blame fortune . G. Chapman . — Carelesse wit is wanton bewties page . D. Lodge . The finest wittes are soonest snarde with loue . Th. Achellye . A setled braine is worth a world of witte . Th. Storer . Wits want makes men desirous to seeme wise . Woe . Woe all in blacke within her hands did beare , The fatall torches of a funerall , Her cheekes were wet , dispersed was her hayre , Her voyce was shrill ( yet lothsome therewithal ) D. Lodge . Short time seemes long in sorrowes sharp sustaining , Though woe bee heauie , yet it seldome sleepes , And they that watch see time how slow it creepes . W. Shakespeare . — Fellowship in woe , doth woe asswage , As palmers that make short their pilgrimage . Idem . T is double death to drowne in ken of shore , He ten times pines , that pines behoulding food : To see the salue doth make the wound ake more , Great griefes greeue most at that would doe it good , Deere woes rowle forwarde like a gentle flood : Who being stopt , the bounden bankes ore flowes , Greefe dallied with , nor law nor limmit knowes . Idem . Distresse likes dumps , when time is kept with teares . Idem . For stronger woe we hardly long may wrest , The depth of griefe with words is sounded least . M. Dra. — The Painter VVho thought his colours pale could not declare The speciall woe King Agamemnon bare , When sacrificed was his onely rage , With bend of blacke he bound the fathers face . Th. Hudson . Words . — Words Windie atturnies of our clyent woes , Ayery succeeders of intestate ioyes , Poore breathing Orators of miseries , Let them haue scope , though what it doth impart Helpe not at all , yet doth it ease the heart . VV. Sh. Words are the tennants of an itching toy . D. Lodge . Allusion of words is no sure ground , For one thereon a steddie worke to found . One word of woe another after traineth . S Ph. Sydney . — Few words shall fit the trespasse best , Where no excuse can giue the fault amending . W. Sh. Deepe sounds make better noyse then shallow fords , And sorrow ebbes being blown with wind of words . W. Sh. Words are but winde , why cost they then so much , The giltie kicke when they too smartly to●ch . Idem . Forth irreturnable flies the spoken word , Bee it in scoffe , in earnest , or in bourd , VVithout returne and vnreceiu'd it hangs , And at the takers mercie or rigor stands : Which if hee sowrely wrest , with wrathfull cheare , The shiuering word turnes to the hearers feare : If friendly courtesie doe the word expound , To th'speakers comfort quickly it doth redound . Idem . Smoothe words dissolue hard stones , faire words inforce Pittie in flintie hearts . Ch. Middl. Through the world if it were sought , Faire words enow a man should finde , They bee good cheape , they cost right nought , Their substance is but onely winde : But well to say , and so to meane , That sweete accord is seldome seene . S. Th. W. — Words well plac't moue things were neuer thought . G. Chapman . Euen as the vapour which the fire repelles , Turnes not to earth , but in mid-ayre dwelles , Where while it hangs , if Boreas frostie flawes , With rigor rattle it : not to raine it thawes , But thunder , lightning , ratling , hayle , or snow , Sends downe to earth , whence first it rose below . But if faire Phebus with his countenance sweete Resolue it , downe the dew or Manna sleete : The Manna dew that in the Esterne lands , Excelles the labour of the Bees small hands , Else for her Memnon , gray Auroraes teares , On the earth it stilleth the partner of her feares , Or sendeth sweet showres to glad their mother earth Whence first they tooke their first in constant birth . To those great greefes ill taken words do grow , Of words well taken such delights do flow . M. of M. — Men do foulest when they finest speake . S. Daniell . They wash a Moore , they striue to drie the seas , And plaine proude Atlas , that intend to please By filthy woords , by rayling , and detraction , Proper to Momus , and his hatefull faction : For when they thinke they haue deserued most , Alas sayth wisedome , all the toyle is lost . D. Lodge . Few words well coucht , doe most content the wise . R. Greene. Rash words flow from an vnaduised mind . Who once hath past the boundes of honestie In earnest deedes , may passe it well in words . G. G. Haue care to whom , of whom , and what to speake , though speech be true That misse made Phoebus contrarie his rauēs swan-like hue . W. W. If so the crow would feast him without prate , More meate hee should receiue , lesse brawle and hate A foole hee is that comes to preach and prate , When men with swords their right & wrong debate . — Words well disposed , Haue secret power t' appease inflamed rage . Ed. Sp. Women . — Women bee Framde with the same parts of the mind as we , Nay nature triumpht in their beauties birth , And women made the glorie of the earth : The life of bewtie , in whose supple breasts , And in her fairest lodging vertue rests , VVhose towring thoughts attended with remorse , Do make their fairenesse be of greater force . I. Weeuer . What art so deepe , what science is so hie , Vnto the which women haue not attain'd , Who list in stories old to looke , may trie And find my speech herein nor false nor fain'd , And though of late they seeme not to come nie The praise their sex in former times haue gain'd . Doubtlesse the fault is either in back-biters , Or want of skill or iudgement in their writers . Idem . Among the many rare and speciall gifts , That in the female sexe are found to sitte , This one is chiefe , that they at meerest shifts , Giue best aduise , and shew most readie witte , But man except hee chewes and thinks , and fifts , , How euerie part may aunswere to their fit , By rash aduise doth often ouer-shoote him , And doth accept the things that doe no●boote him . Idem . Those vertues that in women merit prayse , Are sober showes without , chaste thoughts within , Truth sayth , and due obedience to their make , And of their children honest care to take . S. I. H. Let woolues and beasts be cruel in their kind , But women meeke , and haue relenting mindes . M. Drayton . Not women , but our wilfulnesse doth work our woe vnrest Though beautie , loue , and they beare fault , we may abuse the best . W. W. — Men haue Marble , women waxen minds And therefore are they form'd as Marble will , The weake opprest , th' impression of strange kindes , Is form'd in them by force , by fraude , or skill , Then call not them the Authors of their ill , No more then waxe shall bee accounted euill , Wherein is stampt the semblance of the diuell . Their smoothenesse like a goodly champaine plaine , Laies open all the little wormes that creepe , In men as in a rough growen groue remaine , Caue-keeping euilles , that obscurely sleepe , Through cristall walles each little moule will peepe , Though men can couer minds with bold stern looks Pale womens faces are their owne faults Bookes . No man inueyes against the withered flower , But chides rough winter that the flower hath kild , Not that deuourd , but that which doth deuour , Is woorthie blame , O let it not be hild , Poore womens faults , that they are so fulfil'd , With mens abuses those proude lores to blame , Make weake-made women tenants to their shame . W. Shakespeare . Bee not therefore too proude and full of scorne , O women-kind , that men come of your seede , The fragrant Rose growes on the pricking thorne , The Lillie sayre comes of a filthie weede , In loathsome soyle men sow the wholsome corne , The basest mould the fairest flower doth breede , Vngratefull , false , craftie you are , and cruell , Borne of our burning hell to bee the fuell . S. I. H. Base bullion for the stampe sake wee allow , Euen so for mens impression doe wee you , By which alone our reuerend fathers say , Women receiue perfection euerie way . Ch. Marlow . Their Vertues mount like billowes to the skies , And vanish straight out of the gazers eyes , Hate and disdaine is painted in theyr eyes , Deceit and treason in their bosome lies . G. Chapman . Women were made for this intent , to put vs vnto paine , Yet sure I thinke they are a pleasure to the mind , A ioy which man can neuer want , as nature hath assign'd . Idem , Extreamely mad the man I surely deeme , That weenes with watch and hard restraint to stay A womans will , which is dispos'd to goe astray . Ed. Spencer . In vaine hee feares that which hee cannot shunne , For who wots not that womens subtilties Can gnilen Argus , when shee list misdoone , It is not iron bands nor hundred eyes , Nor brazen walles , nor many wakefull spyes , That can with-hold her wilfull wandring feete , But fast good will with gentle curtesies , And timely seruice to her pleasures meeke , May her perhaps containe that else would algates fleete . Idem . Such is the crueltie of women-kind , When they haue shaken off the shame-fac't band , With which wise nature did them strongly bind , T' obey the hests of mans wel-ruling hand , That then all rule and reason they withstand , To purchase a licencious libertie . But vertuous women wisely vnderstand , That they were borne to base humilitie , Vnlesse the heauens them lift to lawfull soueraintie . S. Ph. Sydney . Why ? what be women ? women , geld the latter sillable , Then are they nothing more then woe , their names remaine doth tell , W. W. Take away weakenesse , and take women too . S. D. Women may fall , when there 's no strength in men . W. Sh. They melt with words , as waxe against the sunne , So weake is many womens modestie , For what somtimes they most would seeme to sheeld Another time vnaskte poore soules they yeeld . Ch. Middleton . — A woman Loues to be woed of a man , thou knowst well Thirsis , a woman Runs , and yet so runs , as though she desir'd to be out-run Saies no , no , yet so as no no , seems to be no , no , Striues , & yet so striues , as though she desird to be vanquisht , Woman's like to a shade , that flies , yet lies by the subiect , Like to a Bee , that neuer striues if sting be remooued . A. Fraunce . In womens mouthes no is no negatiue . I. W. Their yea , or no , when as they sweare they loue or loue vs most , Beleeue who list , soone be they got , as sodainely are lost . W. W. A womans loue is riuer-like , which stopt will ouerflow , And when the current finds no let , it often falles too low . Idem . Varietie of men to court a woman is her pride , Then which the vanity of men is nothing lesse espide What are to vs but common hurts , Those common hopes they giue , If then their loue doth die to vs , VVhen ours to them doth liue . Idem . — VVomen neuer Loue beautie in their sexe , but enuie euer . G. Chapman . There cannot bee a greater clogge to man , Then to be wearie of a wanton woman . S. I. H. — What more spight can be a woman told , Then one should say she looketh foule and old . Idem . — Bee shee base or hie , A womans eye doth guide her wit , & not her wit her eye . W. W. Women are most wonne , as when men merit least , If merit looke not well , loue bids stand by , Loues proper lesson is to please the eye . G. Ch ▪ He water plowes , and soweth in the sand And hopes the flickering wind with net to hold , Who hath his hopes layd on a womans hand . S. P. S — Women by kind are mutable euer , Soone hot , and soone cold , like , and mislike in a moment , Change as a weather-cocke , and all as light as a fether . A. Fr. Women haue tongues of craft , and hearts of guile , They will , they will not , fooles that on them lust , For in their speech is death , hell in their smile . Ed. Fairfax . One woman with another may do much . Th. Ach. Like vntund golden strings all women are , Which long time lie vntoucht , will harshly iarre . Ch. Marlow . Discurteous women natures fairest ill , The woe of man , that first createst curse , Base female sexe , sprung from blacke Ates loynes , Proude , disdainefull , cruell , and vniust , Whose words are shaded with inchaunting wiles , Worse then Med●s● , mateth all our mindes , And in their hearts sits shamelesse trecherie , Turning a truthlesse vile circumference , O could my fury paint their furies forth , For hell , no hell compared to their hearts ▪ Too simple diuelles , to conceiue their arts : Borne to be plagues vnto the thoughts of men , Brought for eternall pestilence to the worlde . R Greene. with womē is too vsual now theirs & thēselues to sel , For iointures by indēture with imperious mē to dwel And hee doth her , and she doth him with his and her vpbraid , W. VV. Women are kind by kind , and coy for fashion . H. C. Of Wrath , — Fierce reuenging wrath Rides on a Lyon , loth for to bee led , And in his stand a burning brand hee had , The which hee brandished about his head , His eyes did hurle foorth sparkles fierie redde , And stared sterne on all that him beheld , As ashes pale of hew , and seeming dead , And on his dagger still his hand hee held , Trembling through hastie rage when choller in him sweld . Ed. Spencer . — Boyling wrath , sterne , cruell , swift , & rash , That like a boare her teeth doth grinde and gnash , Whose hayre dooth stare like bristled po●cupine , Who sometimes rowles her gastly glowing eyene , And sometimes fixly on the ground doth glaunce , Now bleake , then bloudy in her countenance , Rauing and rayling with a hideous sound , Clapping her hands , stamping against the ground , Bearing Bocconi , fire , and sword , to slay And murder all that for her pittie pray , Banning her selfe to bane her enemie , Disdaining death , prouided others die , Like falling towres o're-turned by the wind , That breake themselues on that they vndergrinde . I. Syluester . Full many mischiefes follow cruell wrath , As horrid bloud-shed , and tumultuous strife , Vnmanly murther , and vnthriftie scath , Bitter despight , and rancors rustie knife , And fretting greefe , the enemie of life , All these and many euilles more haunt ire , The swelling spleene , and frenzie raging rife , The shaking palsie , and Saint Fraunces fire . Ed. Spencer . When men with wrath and sudden paines of ire , Suffer themselues to bee o're-whelm'd and drownd , And hot reuenge that burnes l●ke flaming fire , Moo●es hearts to hurt , or tongs or hands to wound , Though after to a mend , if they desire , Yet place of pardon seldome can be found . S. I. H. What iron band , or what sharpe hard-mouth'd bitte , What chaine of Diamond ( if such might bee ) Can bridle wrathfulnesse , and conquer it , And keepe him in his bounds and due degree . Idem . — Hastie wrath and heedlesse hazardie , Doe breede repentance and lasting infamie . Ed. Spencer . Poore sillie lambes the Lion neuer teares , The feeble Mouse may lie among great Beares , But wrath of man his rancour to requite , Forgets all reason , ruth , and mercie quite . M. of M. — He is a mad man that doth seeke Occasion to wrath and cause of strife , She comes vnsought , and shunned followes eke : Happy , who can abstaine when rancor rife Kindles reuenge and threates his cruell knife : Woe neuer wants when euery cause is caught , And rash occa●ion makes vnquiet life . Ed. Spencer . Be not moody in thy wrath , but pawze ere fist be bent , Oft Phillips sonne did rashly strike and sodenly repent . W. Warner . Achilles when with counterfaited crest , He saw Patroclus bleeding all the way , To kill his killer was not satisfied , Except he hald and tare him all beside . S. I. H. If fortune helpe whome thou wouldst hurt , Fret not at it the more , When Aiax stormed them from him , The prize Vlisses bore . W. Warner . Rage , wanne and pale vpon a Tygre sat Gnawing vpon the bones of mangled men , Nought can he view but he repines thereat ▪ His locks were snakes bred forth in Stigian den ▪ T. Lodge . World , The antique world in his first flowring youth , Found no defect in his creators grace , But with glad thanks and vnreprooued truth , The gifts of soueraigne bountie did embrace , Like angelles life was then mans happie case : But later ages pride like corne-fed steede , Abvsde her plentie and fatswoln increase , To all licencious lust , and gan exceede , The measure of her meane and naturall first seede . Ed. Spencer . VVhen arked Noah , and seuen with him the emptie worlds remaine , Had left the instrumētall means of landing thē again And that both mā beast & all did multiply with store To Asia Sem , to Affrick Chā , to Europe Iapheth bore Their families , thus triple wise the world diuided was VV. VV. I take this world to bee but as a stage , VVhere net-maskt men do play their personages , T is but a murmur and a pleasant shew , Syth ouer all strange vanities do flow . I. Syluester . The world to the circumference of heauen , Is as a small poynt in Geometrie , VVhose greatnesse is so little that a lesse Cannot bee made . Th. Dekkar The first world blessed was with heauenly fauours , And the last curst with painefull hellish labours . Ch. Middl. O vaine worlds glorie , and vncertaine state , Of all that liues on face of sinfull earth , VVhich from their first vntill their vtmost date , Taste no one howre of happinesse or mirth , But like as is the ingate of their birth . They crying creepe out of their mothers wombe , So wayling backe , goe to their carefull tombe . Ed. Spencer . Ah wretched world , the den of wretchednesse , Deformd with filth and foule iniquitie , Ah wretched world , the house of heauinesse , Fild with the wreakes of mortall miserie , Oh wretched world and all that is therein , The vassals of Gods wrath , and slaues to sinne . Idem . — O worlds inconstancie , That which is firme doth flit and fall away , And that is flitting doth abide and stay . Idem . Must not the world wend in his common course , From good and bad , and then from bad to wourse , From worst vnto that which is worst of all , And then returne vnto his former fall ▪ Who will not suffer the stormie time , Where will hee liue vntill the lustie prime ? Idem . This golden age to yron doth decline , As summer vnto winter must resigne . D. Lodge . The first and riper world of men and skill , Yeelds to our latter time for three inuentions , Myraculously wee write , wee sayle , wee kill , As neither auncient scrowle nor storie mentions . Print . The first hath opened learnings old concealed And obscurde arts restored to the light : Loadst . The second hidden countries hath reueald , And sent Christs Gospel to each liuing wight . These we commend , but oh what needeth more , Guns . To teach death more skill then he had before . Th. Bastard . Take moysture from the sea , take colour frō his kind , Before the world deuoyd of change thou finde . — All that in this world is great or gay , Doth as a vapour vanish and decay . Ed. Spencer . This is the rest the vaine world lendes , To end in death , that all things ends . S. Daniell . All men are willing with the world to hault , But no man takes delight to know his fault . D. Lodge . A die , a drab , and filthie broking Knaues , Are the worlds wide mouthes , al-deuouring graues ▪ I. Marston . Nothing doth the world so full of mischiefe fill . But want of feeling one-anothers will. G. Chapman . — Not by that which is the world now deemeth , ( As it was woont ) but by that same that seemeth . Ed. Spencer . There neuer shall bee any age so cleere , But in her smoothe face shall some faults appeare . Th. Middl. The world must end , for men are so accurst , Vnlesse God end it sooner , men will first . Th. Bastard . Youth . Youth is a bubble blowen vp with a breath , VVhose wit is weaknes , and whose wage is death , Whose way is wildnes , and whose Inne penance , And stoope gallant age , the hoast of greeuance . Ed. Spencer . If crooked age accounteth youth his spring , The spring the fayrest season of the yeere , Enricht with flowers , and sweetes , and many a thing That fayre and glorious to the eye appeares : It fits that youth the spring of man should bee , Richt with such flowers as vertue getteth thee . R. Greene. For noble youth there is no thing so meete As learning is , to know the good from ill , To know the tongues , and perfectly endite , And of the lawes to haue the perfect skill Things to reforme as right and iustice will : For honour is ordained for no cause , But to see right maintained by the lawes . M. of M. The youth of Princes haue no boundes for sinne , Vnlesse themselues doe make the bounds within . S. Daniell . Most true it is , as vessels of first licours euer taste , Loue seasoned so with sweetnes of youth , the same dooth euer last . W. Warner . Like as the vessell euer beares a taste Of the same iuice wherewith it first was fil'd , And as in fruitfull ground the seede growes fast , That first is sowen after the ground is till'd : So looke what lore in youthfull yeeres is plast , By that they grow the worse or better willed , When as they came to manly age and stature , Sith education is another nature . S. I. H. The tunne retaineth long the taste and sent , Of that pure licour which at first it hent , And what impression one in youth retaine , In age our reason hardly will restraine , D. Lodge . — What by vaine example youth conceiues , The same for lawfull daily he receiues . Idem . Age is deformed , youth vnkind , Wee scorne their bodyes , they our mindes . Th. Bastard . The youth are foolish hardy , or lesse hardy thē they ought Effeminate , fantasticke , in few not few , are nought . W. Warner . — Forward sinne in raines of foolish rage , Leaues heedlesse youth inchaind his captiue page . D. Lodge . — Youth doth deserue by might , But old age by good counsell and fore-sight . Idem . — Youth may loue , and yongmen may admire , If old age cannot , yet it will desire , I. Weeuer . In grained habits died with often dips Are not so soone discoloured , yong slippes New set , are easily mou'd and pluckt away , But elder rootes clippe faster in the clay . I. Murston . The plow-man first his land doth dresse and turne , And makes it apt or ere the seede he sow , VVhereby hee is full like to reape the corne , VVhere otherwise no seede but weed should grow : By which example men may easily know , When youth haue wealth before they can well vse it , It is no woonder though they doe abuse it . M. of M. Reform the euē to day , vnapt to day , least apt to morrow Youth aptly offers vertues , such as yeares vnaptly borrow VV. VV. Looke what wee haue when youth is most in prime , That shall wee want in age by course of time . Th. Churchyard . The diuision of the day naturall . Mediae noctis inclinatio . Night was farre spent , and now in Ocean deepe , Orion flying fast from hissing snake , His flaming head did hasten for to steepe . Ed. Sp. By this th' eternall lamps wherewith high Ioue , Doth light the lower world , were halfe yspent , And the moyst daughters of huge Atlas stroue Into th' ocean deep to driue their wearie droue . Idē . — The gentle humorous night , Implyes her middle course , and the sharpe east , Breathes on my spirit with his fierie steedes . G. Chapman . The silent night that long had soiourned , Now gan to cast her sable mantle off , And now the sleepie waine-man softly droue His slow-pac't teeme that long had trauailed . Th. Kyd. Gallicinium . By this the Northerne Wagoner had set His seuen-fold teeme behind the stedfast starre , That was in Ocean waues , yet neuer wet , But firme is fixt , and sendeth light from farre , To all that in the wide deepe wandring are , And cheereful chauntte cleere with his notes shrill , Had warned once that Phebus fierie carre , 〈◊〉 haste was climing vp to Esterne hill , Full enuious that the night so long his roome did f●ill Ed. Spencer . What time the natiue Bel-man of the night , The bird that warned Peter of his fall , First rings his siluer bel to each sleeping wight , That should their mindes vp to deuotion call . Idem . The cheerefull cocke , the sad nights trumpeter , Wayting vpon the rising of the sunne , Doth sing to see how Cynthia shrinks her horne , Where Clitia takes her progresse to the East , VVhere wringing west with drops of siluer dew , Her wonted teares of loue she doth renew , The wandering swallow with her broken song , The countrie wench vnto her worke awakes , Whilst Cytherea sighing , walks to seeke , Her murdered loue transformed to a rose , Whom though she see , to croppe shee kindly feares But kissing sighes , and dewes him with her teares . Th. Kyd. Now ere the purple dawning yet did spring , The ioyfull Larke began to stretch her wing , And now the cocke the mornings trumpeter , Plaid hunts vp , for the day-starre to appeare , Downe slideth Phebe from her cristall chayre , S'daigning to lend her light vnto the ayre . M. Drayton . Diliculum . At last fayre Hesperus in highest skie , Had spent his lamp , & brought forth dawning light . Ed. Spencer . The night growen old , her blacke head waxen gray , Sure shepheards signe that morn wil soon fetch day . S. Ph. Sydney . It was the time when gainst the breaking day , Rebellious night yet stroue and still repined , For in the east appeares the morning gray , And yet some lampes in Ioues high pallace shined . Ed. Fairfax . By this Apolloes golden harpe beganne To send forth musicke to the Ocean , Which watchfull Hesperos no sooner heard , But hee the day bright bearing carre prepar'd , And ranne before , as harkenger of light , And with his flaming beames ●ockt vgly night . Ch. Marlow . — Lycaons sonne , The hardy plough-swaine vnto mightie Ioue , Hath trac'd his siluer furrowes in the heauen , And turning home his ouer-watched teeme , Giues leaue vnto Apolloes chariot . R. Greene. Nights candles are burnt out , and iocond day , Stands tiptoe on the mistie mountaines top . VV. Sh. Loe now the gentle Larke wearie of rest , From his moyst cabynet mounts vp on hie , And wakes the morning from whose siluer breast , The sunne ariseth in his maiestie : VVho doth the world so gloriously behold , That Cedar tops and hilles seem'd burnisht gold . Idem . Mane ▪ The ioyous day gan earlie to appeare , And fayre Aurora fro her dewy bed Of aged Tithon gan her selfe to reare With rosie cheekes , for shame as blushing red . Ed. Spencer . Now when the rosie-fingred morning fayre , Wearie of aged Tithons saffron bed , Had spread her purple robe through dewie ayre , And the high hilles Titan discouered , The royall Virgin shooke off drowsie bed . Idem . Now sullen night with slow sad pace descended To vgly hell , when loe the blushing morrow Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow . W. Sh. Soone as the morrow saire with purple beames , Disperst the shadowes of the mistie night , And Titan playing on the easterne streames , Gan cleare the dewie ayre with springing light . Ed. Spencer . The dewie Rose at morne had with her hayres , In sundrie sorts the Indian clime adornde , And now her eyes apparelled in teares , The losse of louely Memnon long had mornde . D. Lodge . The gaudie morne out of her golden sleepe Awakte , and little birdes vncagde gan sing , To welcome home the bride-groome of the sea . G. Peele . The gray-eyde morne smiles on the frowning night , Cheering the easterne cloudes with streams of light , And darkenesse flected like a drunkard reeles , From forth dayes path-way made by Titans wheels . W. Sh. Now had the morne espide her louers steedes , VVhereat shee starts , puts on her purple weede , And red for anger that hee stayd so long , All headlong throwes her selfe the cloudes among . Ch. Marlow . As soon as morning her shining haires fro the mountains Had shewen forth & driuen all star-light quite fro the heauens . A. Fraunce . Faire Aurora betimes by the daies break rose from her husband Husband , old & cold , & draue back clouds frō Olympas Making way to the sun , taking her way to the younker , Braue yonker Cephalus whom faire Aurora desired . Idem . Now was the time when as Aurora faire , Began to shew the world her golden head , And looke abroade to take the coole fresh ayre , Iealous Tithono lying still in bedde . S. I. H. The sable night dislodgd and now beganne , Auroraes vsher with a windie fanne , Sweetely to shake the woods on euerie side , The whilst his mistresse like a stately bride , With flowers , with gemmes , and Indian gold doth spangle Her louely locks her louers looks to tangle , VVhen passing through the aire in mantle blue , With siluer fringe shee drops the pearlie dew , With her goes Abram out . I. Syluester . The rosie fringed morne with gladsome ray , Rose to her taske from old Tithonas lap . Ed. Fairfax . The night beginnes bee angrie when shee sees She can distill no sleepe in louers eyes , Tossing her selfe among the cloudes now hath Sent the red morne as harauld of her wrath , VVhose louer Phebus rising from his bed , VVith dewie mantle hath the world or'e-spread , Shaking his tresses our Neptunes ebbe : And giuing tincture to the spiders webbe , These fayre nimphs rose , seeing the light did call . I. Weeuer . Aurora bright her cristall gates vnbatr'd , And bridegroome like stept forth the glorious sunne Ed. Fairfax . The dewie tressie morning newly wake , With golden tinsell scarse had crownd her brow , Riding in triumph on the Ocean lake , Embellishing the hony-fringed bowes . M. Drayton . The purple morning left her crimsin bed , And dond her robes of pure vermillion hue , Her amber locks shee crownd with roses red , In Edens flowry gardens gathered new . Ed. Fairfax . Soles Ortus . At last the golden Orientall gate Of greatest heauen gan to open fayre , And Phoebus fresh as bridegroome to her mate , Came dauncing forth , shaking his dewie haire , And hurles his glistering beames through gloomie ayre . Ed. Spencer . The fierie sunne was mounted vp on hight , Vp to the heauenly towres , and shot each where Out of his golden chariot glistering light : And faire Aurora with her rosie hayre , The hatefull darknesse now had put to flight . Idem . The golden sunne rose from the siluer waue , And with his beames enameld euerie grene . Ed. Fairfax . The snoring snout of restlesse Phlegon blew , Hot on the Indes , which did the day renew With scarlet skie . Th. Hadson . Meridies . Hyperion throwing forth his beames full oft , Into the highest toppe of heauen gan clime , And the world parting by an equall lot , Did shed his whirling flames on either side , As the great Ocean doth himselfe diuide . Ed. Spencer . When as the sunne towred in heauens head , Downe from the siluer mountaines of the skie , Bent his bright chariot on the glassie bed , Fayre Cristall gilded with his glorious eye , Fearing some vsurpation in his sted , Or least his loue should too long dalliance spie , Tweene him and Virgo , whose attractiue face , Had newly made him leaue the Lions chace , In that same middayes hower &c. I· Markham . — Golden Phoebus now that mounted hie From fierie wheeles of his fayre chariot , Hurled his beames so scorching cruell hot , That liuing creature mote it not abide . Ed. Spencer . In highest way of heauen the sunne did ryde , Progressing from fayre twins in golden place , Hauing no maske of cloudes before his face , But streaming forth his heate in cheefest pride . S. Ph. Sydney . Solis Occasus . Now gan the golden Phoebus for to steepe , His fierie face in billowes of the west , And his faint Steedes watred in Ocean deepe , Whilst from their iournall labours they doe rest . Ed. Spencer . — Loe the great Automedon of day , In Isis streame his golden locks doth steepe , Sad euen her dusky mantle doth display , Light flying fouls the posts of night doe sport them , And cheerefull looking Phoebe doth comfort them . D. Lodge . By this the welked Phoebus gan auaile , His wearie waine and now the frostie night , Her mantle blacke through heauen gan ouerhaile , Ed. Spencer . Such loue as Phoebus from the coloured skie , Did headlong driue his horses toward the west , To suffer horned Luna for ro prye , Amidst the dusky darke . D. Lodge . When as the Sun hales towa●ds the westerne slade , And the tree shadowes three times greater made . M. Dr. And now the Sunne was past his middleway , Leaning more louely to his lemmons bed , And the Moones third howre had attacht the day . I. Markham . By this the sunne had spred his golden locks Vpon the pale greene carpet of the sea , And opened wide the scarlet doore which locks , The easefull euening from the labouring day , Now night beganne to leape from yron rocks . And whippes her rustie waggon through the way . Idem . The blushing sunne plucks in his smiling beames , ●aking his steedes to mend their woonted pace , Till plunging downe into the ocean streames , There in the froathie waues hee hides his face , Then raines them in more then his vsuall space , And leaues foule darknesse to possesse the skie , A time most fit for foulest tragedie . M.D. Now the sunne is mounted vp on hie , And pawseth in the midst of all the skie , His fierie face vpon the earth doth beate , And bakes it with intollerable heate . I. Authoris . Vesper . — Now the golden Hesperus Was mounted bie in toppe of heauens sheene , And warned had his brethren ioyous , To light their blessed lamps in Ioues eternall house , Ed. Spencer . 〈◊〉 ●his the night from forth the darksome bower 〈◊〉 ●●bus , her teemed steedes gan call , 〈…〉 V●sper in his timely howre , From golden Oeta gan proceede withall . R. Greene. About the time when Vesper in the West , 〈…〉 ●ing watch , and silent night , 〈…〉 ●is twinckling traine , 〈…〉 to possesse the world , And fantasie to hauzen idle heades , Vnder the stately Canopie of heauen , I layd me downe laden with many cares . G. Peele . Now the worlds comforter with wearie gate , His dayes hot taske hath ended in the VVest ▪ The owle ( nights harauld ) shreekes , t is verie late , The sheepe are gone to fold , the birds to nest , The cole-blacke cloudes that shadow heauens light Do summon vs to parte and bid good night . W. Sh. Noctis initium . Now gan the hunni'd vapour shed the ground With pearlie dew , and th' earths gloomie shade Did dimme the brightnesse of the welkin round , That euerie beast and bird awarned made , To shrowde themselues , while sleep their senses did inuade , Ed. Spencer . The silent shadowes with their mother vaile , The bright lampe of heauen from Thetis hid , Apolloes sister in her starry rayle , Along her lower Sphere in triumpeled . D. Lodge . — Cynthia companion of the night , With shining brand lighting his eben carre , Whose axeltree was iet auchact with starres , And roofe with shining rauens feathers cealed , Piercing my eye lids as I lie along , Awaked me through . G. Peele . Thus whiles dumb sights their yeelding hearts entāgled The aire with sparks of liuing fire was spāgled , And night deepe drencht in mistie Acheron , Heaued vp her head halfe the world vpon , Breath'd darknes forth , darke night is Cupids daie . Ch. Marlow . — From deepe of regions vnderneath Nights vaile arose and sunnes bright luster chacde . Ed. Fairfax . Inuested in her stately vale the night In her kind armes embraced all the round , The siluer moone from Sea vprising bright , Spred frostie pearle vpon the canded ground . Idem . Now blacke-browde night plast in her chaire of iet , Sat wrapt in cloudes within her cabinet , And with her duskie mantle ouer-spread The path the sunnie Palfraies vsde to tread , And Cynthia sitting in her Cristall chayre , In all her pompe did ride along her Sphere , The honyed dew descended in soft showres , Drizled in pearle vpon the tender flowers . And Zephire husht , who with a whispering gale , Seemed to harken to the nightingale , Which in the thornie brakes with her sweet song , Vnto the silent night bewrayde her wrong . M. Dra. Noctis concubium . Now was the heauenly vault depriude of light With sunnes depart , and now the darknes of the night , Did light those beamy stars which greater lite did dark Now each thing that inioyd that fierie quickning spark ( Which life is cald ) were moud their spirits to repose , And wanting vse of eyes , their eies began to close : A silence sweete , each where with one consent imbrast , A musicke sweete , to one in carefull musing plast : And mother earth now clad in morning weed , did breathe A dull desire to kisse th' image of our death . S. Ph. Sydney . It was the time , when rest soft sliding downe From heauens height , into mans heauie eyes , In the forgetfulnesse of sleepe doth drowne The carefull thoughts of mortall miseries . Ed. Spencer . — The sunne alreadie sanke Beyond our world , and ere I got my boothe , Each wight with mātle black the night doth scooth , Sauing the glow-worm , which would courteous be , Of that small light oft watching sleepers see . The welkin had full niggardly inclosde In coffer of dimme cloudes his siluer groates , I cleped starres , each thing to rest disposde , The caues were full , the mountaines voyde of goates The birds eyes closde , closed their chirping notes : As for the nightingale , woods musicke King , It August was , hee daind not then to sing . S. Ph. Sydney . — Now the sable shade I cleped night had thicke enueloped The sunne , in vaile of double darknes made Sleepe eased care , rest brought complaint to bed . Ed. Fairfax . Now from the fresh , the soft , and tender bed , Of her still mother gentle night out-flew The fleeting balme on hilles and dales shee shed , With honey drops of pure and precious dew , And on the verdure of greene forrests spred , The virgin prime rose , and the violet blew , And sweete-breath Zephire on his spreading wings Sleepe , ease , repose , rest , peace , and quiet brings , The thoughts and troubles of broade waking day , They softly dip in milde obliuions lake . Idem . Intempesta nox . Now when Aldeboran was mounted hie , Aboue the shinie Cassiopeias chaire , And all in deadly sleepe did drowned lie . Ed. Spencer . Midnight was come , when euerie vitall thing , With sweete sound sleepe their wearie limbs did rest , The beasts were still , the little birds that sing , Now sweetely slept besides their mothers brest , The old and all were snrowded in their rest , The waters calme , the cruell seas did cease , The woods , the fields , and all things held their peace The golden starres were whi●ld amidst theyr race , And on the earth did laugh with twinckling light , VVhen each thing nestled in his resting place , Forgat dayes payne with pleasure of the night , The hare had no the greedie hounds in sight , The fearefull Deare of death stood not in doubt , The Partrich dreamd not of the falchens foot , The vgly beare now minded not the stake , Nor how the cruell mastiffes doe her teare , The stagge lay still vnroused from the brake , The foamie bore fear'd not the hunters speare , All things were still in desart , bush and breere : The quiet heart now from their trauailes rest , Soundly they slept in most of all their rest . M. Sackuile . — The midnights waking starre , Sad Cassiopeia with a heauie cheere Pusht forth her forehead to make knowne from farre , What time the deadly dole of earth drewe neere . I. Markham . With falling mists the darkesome night extended Her sable wings , and gently ouer-spread Heauens gloomie vaile , whence Phoebus lampe was fled , Dead time of rest to euerie mortall wight , To cheerefull mindes that bringeth wanton sleepe , With many a phantasie and deluding toy , And pensiue heart it doth delaie and keepe From tedious companie , that would annoy , Dull Saturnists that haue abiurdall ioy . Th. Storer . Now spread the night her spangled canopie , And summond euerie restlesse soule to sleepe , On beds of tender grasse the beasts doe lie , The fishes slumbred in the silent deepe , Vnheard was Serpents hisse and Dragons crie , Birds left to sing and Philomele to weepe : Onely that noyse heauens rolling circle kest , Sung lullaby to bring the world to rest . Ed. Fairfax . Noctis initium . When low the night with mistie mantle spread , Gan darke the day , and dimme the azure skies , And Venus in her message Hermes sped To bloudy Mars , to will him not to rise , While shee her selfe approacht in speedie wise , And Virgo hiding her disdainfull breast , VVith Thetis now had layd her downe to rest , While Scorpio dreading Sagitarius dart , Whose bow prest bent , in fight the string had slipt ▪ Downe slid into the Ocean floud a part , The beare that in the irish seas had dipt Hs grisly feete , with speede from thence he whipt , For Thetis hasting from the virgins bed , Pursude the beare that ere she came was fled , And Phaethon now neere reaching to his race , With glistering beames gold streaming where they bent ▪ VVas prest to enter in his resting place , Enryhius that in the carte first went , Had euen now attain'd his iourneyes stent , And fast declining hid away his head , Where Titan coucht him in his purple bed , And now pale Cynthia with her borrowed light , Beginning to supplie her brothers place , Was past the noone-sted sixe degrees in sight , When sparkling starres amidst the heauens face , With twinckling light shone on the earth apace , That while they brought about the nights chaire , The dark had dimd the day ere I was ware . M. Sac. Such time as from her mothers tender lap The night arose , garded with gentle winds , And with h●r precious dew refresht the sappe , Of bloome and darke , ( whilst that her mantle blinds The vaile of heauen ) and euery birde was still , Saue Philomele that did bemone her ill : When in the West Orion lift aloft His stately crest , and smilde vpon the twins , And Cynthia seemely bright ( whose eye full oft Had watcht her loue ) with radiant light begins , To pierce the vaile of silence with her beames , Sporting with wanton cleere in Ocean streames . VVhen little winds in beating of their wings , Did woe the eyes to leaue their constant walke , And all was husht saue Zephirus that sings , With louely breathings for the sea nymphs sake , My wrathfull greefes perplexe my mind so sore , That forth I walkt , my sorrowes to deplore . D. Lodge . Poeticall Descriptions . Of Theologie . In chariot framed of celestiall mould , And simple purenesse of the purest skie , A more then heauenly nymph I did behold , Who glauncing on mee with her gracious eye , So gaue mee leaue her beautie to espie , For sure no sence such sight can comprehend , Except her beames theyr fayre reflection lend Her beautie with eternitie beganne , And onely vnto God was euer seene , When Eden was possest with sinfull man , She came to him , and gladly would haue beene , The long succeedings worlds eternall Queene , But they refused her ( O hainous deede ) And from that garden banisht was that seede , Since when at sundrie times and sundry wayes , Atheisme , and blinded ignorance conspire , How to obscure those holy burning rayes , And quench that zeale of heart-inflaming fire , As makes our soules to heauenly things aspire : But all in vaine , for maugre all their might , She neuer lost one sparkle of her light . Pearles may bee foyld , and gold bee turn'd to drosse , The sunne obscur'd , the moone bee turn'd to bloud , The world may sorrow for Astreas losse , The heauens darkened like a duskie wood , Wast deserts lie where watrie fountaines stood ; But fayre Theologie ( for so shee hight ) Shall neuer loose one sparkle of her light . Such one she was , as in his Hebrew song , The wisest king for fairest creature prooues , Embracing her the Cedar trees among , Comparing her to roses and to Doues , Preferring her before all other loues , Such one she was , and euerie whit as fayre , Besides these two was neuer such a payre . T. Storer . Astrologie . Her hand-maides in Amazon-like attire , Went chaste and modest like Dianaes traine , One by her gazing lookes seemes to aspire Beyond the Moone , and in a high disdaine , To deeme the world and worldly treasures vaine . She hight Astrologie , on whose bright lawne , Spheres Astrolabes and skilfull globes are drawn . Retoricke . The next , fayre smiling with a pleasing cheeke , Had power to rauish and inchaunt mens eares , Hight Rhetorick , whose shadowed vaile showen cleere With siluer tongues , and ouer it she weares , A wimpled scarfe , bedewd with hearers teares , Whose captiue hearts she should detaine long while , With pleasance of her vnaffected stile . Of Logicke . The third a quicke-eyde dame of piercing sight , That reasons worth in equall ballance wayed , The truth shee lou'd aboue all earthly wight , Yet could not tell her loue , but what shee sayd Was certaine true , and shee a perfect maide , Her garments short , tuckt vp to earth preparde , And shee calld Logicke without welt or gard . Th. Storer . Arith. Musicke . Geometrie . Next these , whose outward lookes I knew aright , And had some portion of their endlesse treasure , Fayre Algebra with fingers richly dight , Sweete Musicke founder of delightsome pleasure , Earth-scanning nymph , directresse of all measure . These humbly did her soueraigne highnes greet , And meekely layd their garlands at her feete . From euerie one shee pluckt a speciall flower , And layd each flower vpon a seuerall part , Then from her one a stemme of wondrous power , Whose leaues were beames , whose stalke a fiery dart . And that she layd vpon my trembling heart , These were the buds of art , this plant of blisse , This gaue them life , they yeelded grace to this . Th. Storer . Of Battaile . Two greater kings were neuer seene before . Then camped was in Ragan field at morne , With haughtie hearts enarmed all on ire , Each souldiour set another so on fire , Thar scarcely they could keepe them in their bounde Till pipe or Cymball , or the Trumpet sound , Denounce the chocke , but with their furious faces , They threate their foes with fell menaces , And stroks at hand , two thousand lads forlorne ( To blunt the sword ) were downe in battaile borne , Vpon their flames flew feruently their stones , That bet theyr bucklers to their brused bones , The Squadron then steps sternely to the stroke , With hearts inhumane all the battaile yoakes , And are supplyde with many mightie bands , Some counters them , and sternely them withstands , With foote to foote each other ouerpries , Both Medes and Caldes claspe with gastly cryes , Like Nylus streames that from the rocke do rumble , 〈◊〉 Encelade when he in tombe doth tumble . Tho. Huds●● . Of a kisse . Best charge , and brauest retrait in Cupids fight , A double key which opens to the heart , Most rich , when most his riches it impart , Neast of yong ioyes , schoole-master of de●ight , Teaching the meane at once to take and giue , The friendly stay , where blows both wound & heale The pettie death where each in other liue , Poore hopes first wealth , hostage of promise weake . Breakefast of loue . S. Ph. Sydney . Of People . People , lesse setled then the sl●ding sand , ●ore mutable then Proteus or the Moone , T●●nd and ●e●urnd in turning of a hand , ●●●e Eu●●pus●b●e flowing euery noone : Thou thousand headed headlesse monster most , Of sl●ine like Antheus , and as oft new rising , Who hard as steele , as light as wingd art tost , Camelion like , each ob●ects colour prising . I. Syluester . Disdaine . A sturdie villaine stirring strife and bold , As though the highest God defie he would : In his right hand an iron clubbe hee held , But hee himselfe was all of golden mould , Yet had both life and sence , and well could weilde That cursed weapon , when his cruell foes he queld , D●sdaine he called was , and did disdaine So to be calde , and who so him did call . Ed. Spencer . Of the same . — Loe a knight vnto his socour went All arm'd in shining steele , and on his shield , He bare a yoake in sundrie peeces rent . And flames of fire all in a yellow field : So weaponed he was , as if hee ment To make all that incountred him to yeeld : A sword and speare hee had , and to the same A mace , from whence he threw continuall flame , His mace was storde with euerlasting fire , That euer burned and did neuer waste , No other wagon needed one desire To make good way which way soere he past , And sure Rinaldoes danger did require , Quicke remedie , wherefore the knight did haste , And when hee saw this monster and did vew her , VVith his stiffe speare forth with hee ouerthrew her : But this same fall did her no whit annoy , Wherefore to vse his speare he now misliketh , Onely hee will his fierie face imploy , And with thar same the monster foule hee striketh , Then shee no longer could her force inioy . S. I. H. Of Dearth . — Dearth the liuely forme of death , Still yawning wide with lothsome stinking breath , VVith hollow eyes , with meger cheekes and chinne , VVith sharpe leane bones , piercing her sable skinne , Her emptie bowels may bee plainely spide , Cleane through the wrinckles of her withered hide , Shee hath no bellie , but the bellies seate , Her knees and knuckles swelling very great , Insatiate Orque , that euen at one repaste , Almost all creatures in the world with waste , VVhose greedie gorge dish after dish doth draw , Seekes meate in meate , for still her monstrous maw Voydes in deuouring , and sometimes she eates Her owne deere babes , for lacke of other meates , Nay more sometimes ( O strangest gluttonie , ) Shee eates her selfe , her selfe to satisfie , Lessning her selfe , her selfe so to inlarge , And cruell thus , shee doth our grandfire charge , And brings beside from Limbo to assist her , Rage , feeblenesse , and thirst her ruthlesse sister . I. Siluester . Of Thirst . — Cruell thirst came out of Cyren land , Where shee was fostered on the burning sand , With hote intracted tongue , and sunken eine , VVith stomacke worne , and wrinckled visage keene VVith light and meagre , corse , and pailed vaines , In steede of bloud , that brimstone hot retaines , Her poysoned mouth blew through that holy towne , Such hellish aire , that stiffeled vp and down . Th. Had. Old Woman . Her eyes were sunk into her head , Her cheeks were leane and lanke , Out stood her chin , Into her mouth her bloudlesse lips they sanke , Her toothlesse chappes Disgraste her tongue in telling of a tale , And sucke she might A teat for teeth and spoonage too did faile , Her haire since sixtie yeeres Not blacke , was now , nor white , or none , The substance of her wrinckled face Were onely skinne and bone , Dimme were her eyes , Deafe were her eares , ranke smelt , if she could sent , A palsie made her feeling cease , Downe tastlesse foode it went. W. Warner . Of a Combate . Sometime they proffer , then they pause a while , Sometime strike out , like masters of the play , Now stand vpright , now stoope , another while , Now open lie , now couer all they may . Now ward then with a slippe the blow beguilde , Now forward step , now backe a little way , Now round about , and where the tone giues place , There still the other presseth in his place . S. I. H. Of Albion . — Faire Albion glorie of the North , Neptunes best darling held betweene his armes , Diuided from the world , as better worth , Kept from himselfe , defended from all harmes . S. Daniell . This royall throne of Kings , this sceptred yle . This earth of maiestie , this seate of Mars , This other Eden , this demi-paradise , This fortresse built by nature for her selfe , Against intestion and the hand of warre , This happie breede of man , this little world , This precious stone sette in the siluer sea , Which serues it in the office of a wall , Or as a Moate defensiue to a house , Against the enuie of lesse happier lands , This nurse , this teeming wombe of royall Kings , Fearde by their breede , and famous by their byrth , Renowned in their deedes as farre from home , For charitie , seruice , and true chiualrie , As is the Sepulchre in stubburne Iewrie . M. Dr. Of Aegipt . The fairest flower that glories Affrica , Whose beautie Phebus dare not dash with showres , O●er whose climate neuer hung a cloude , But smiling Titan lights the Horizon . R. Greene. Hierusalem . Hierusalem is feared on two hilles , Of height vnlike , and turned side to side , The space betweene a gentle vallie filles , From mount to mount exspansed faire and wide , Three sides are sure imbarde with crags and hilles , The rest is easie ●cant to rise espide , But mightie bulwarks fence that plainer part , So art helps nature , nature strengthneth art . The towne is storde of troughs and cestornes made , To keepe fresh water , but the countrey seemes Deuoyde of grasse , vnfit for plowmens trade , Not fertill , moyst , with riuers , welles , and streames , There grow few trees , to make the summers shade , To shield the parched land from scorehing beames , Saue that a wood stands sixe miles from the towne , With aged Cedars , darke and shadowes browne : By east among the duskie vallies glide , The siluer streames of Iordanes siler floud , By west the mid-land sea with bounders tyde , O● sandie showres , where loppa whilom stood , By North Samaria stands , and on that side , The golden Calfe was reard in Bethell wood , Bethlem by South , where Christ incarnate was , A pearle in steele , a diamond sette in brasse . Ed. Fairfax . Of Deluge . Heauens Cristall windowes with one hand God opes Where on the world a thousand seas hee droppes , With th' other hand hee gripes and wringeth forth , The spungie globe of the execrable earth , So straightly prest that it doth strait restore , All liquid flouds that it had drunke before , In euerie rocke new riuers doe beginne , And to his aide the snowes came tumbling in . The Pines and Cedars haue but bowes to shew , The shoares do shrinke , the swelling waters grow . I. Syluester . Of a Courtier effeminate . About his necke a carknet rich hee ware Of precious stones all sette in gold well tried , His armes that carst all warlike weapons bare , In golden bracelets wantonly were tied , Into his eares two rings conuayed are , Of golden wire , at which on eirher side , Two Indian pearles , in making , like two peares Of passing price , were pendant at his eares , His locks bedewd with waters of sweete sauour , Stood curled round in order on his head , He had such wanton womanish behauiour , As though in Valence he had long beene bred , So changd in speech , in manners , and in fauour , So from himselfe beyond all reason ledde , By these inchauntments of this amorous dame , He was himselfe in nothing but in name . S. I. H. Of Eden . For Adam God chose out an happie seate , A climate temperate both for cold and heate , Which daintie Flora paueth sumptuously , With flowrie Vers inameld tapistrie , Pomona prancks with fruits , whose taste excelles , And Zephir filles with muske and amber smelles , VVhere God himselfe ( as gardiner ) treades the allies , VVith trees and corne couers the hilles and vallies , Summons sweet sleep with noyse of hundred brooks , And sunne-proofe arbors makes in sundrie nookes , Hee plants , hee proines , he pares , he trimmeth round , The euer-greene bewties of a fruitfull ground : Heere , there , the course of th' holy lakes he leades , VVith thousand dies he motleth all the meade . I. Syluester . Of VVinds . — O heauens fresh flames quoth hee , Earths sweeping broomes , O forrests enmitie , O you my haraulds , and my harbengers , My nimble posts , and speedie messengers , My armes , my sinewes , and my Eagles swift , That through the ayre my rowling chariot lift . I. Syluester . Of a drunken man. His head growes giddie , and his foote indents , A mightie fume his troub●ed braine torments , His idle prattle from their purpose quite , Is abrupt , fluttering , all confusde , and light , His wine stuft stomacke wrung with wind he feeles , His trembling tent all topsi-turuie wheeles , At last not able on his legges to stand , More like a foule swine then a sober man , Opprest with sleepe hee wallowes on the ground , His shamelesse snorting trounke so deepely drownd , In selfe-obliuion , that he did not hide , Those parts that Caesar couered when hee died . Idem . A Palmer . A sillie man in simple weede forworne , And soyld with dust of the long dryed way , His sandales were with toylsome trauell torne , And face all tand with scorching sunnie ray , As hee had trauaild many a summers day , Through boyling sands of Affrica and Inde , And in his hand a Iacobs staffe to stay His wearie limbs vpon , and eke behind , His scrip did hang , in which his needmets he did bind Ed. Spencer . Of Harpies . Seuen of them came together in a knot , VVith womens faces , wanne , with deadly cold , So hunger-staru'd , as death it selfe might not Be at first sight more hidious to behold : Their wings were great , but foule black wings god wot , Theyr tallents sharp to gripe , and strong to hold , A large foule panch , a filthy tayle and long , From whence there came a mighty odour strong . S. I. Harr. Of Cyprus . — With filled sayles , in little while , They came as farre as Cyprus , Venus Ile : Heere euery place was full of odours sweet , Of gardens fayre , of spyce of pleasant tast , The people lustfull , ( for dame Venus meete ) From tender yeeres to doating age doe last , With wanton damsels walking in each street , Inuiting men to pleasure and repast . S. I. Harr. Of the Rainebow . Noah lookes vp , and in the ayre he viewes A semicircle of an hundred hewes ; vvhich bright ascending toward th' aetheriall thrones , Hath a line drawne betweene two Horizons For iust Diameter : an euen bent bow Contriu'd of three : whereof the one doth show To be all painted of a golden hew ; The second greene , the third an orient blew : Yet so , that in this pure blew-golden greene , Still ( ô pall-like ) some changeable is seene ; A bow bright shining in th'archers hand , Whose subtile string seemes leuell with the land , Halfe parting heauen , and ouer vs it bends , vvithin two seas wetting his horned ends ; A temporall beautie of the lampfull skyes , vvhere powerfull Nature shewes her fresh-red dies . And if you onely blew and red perceaue , The same as signes of sea and fire conceaue , Of both the flowing and the flaming doome , The iudgement past , and iudgement yet to come . I. Siluester . Of Paradice , Soone after he a christall streame espying , From foote to head he washt himselfe therein , Then vp he gets him on his courser flying , And of the ayre he more and more doth win : Ascending heauen , all earthly thoughts defying . As fishes cut the liquid streame with fin , So cutteth he the ayre and doth not stop Till he was come vnto the mountaine top . This hill nie toucht the circle of the Moone , The top was all a fruitefull pleasant fielde , And light at night , as ours is heere at noone , The sweetest place that euer man beheld , ( There would I dwell if God gaue me my boone ) The soyle thereof most fragrant flowers doth yeeld , Like Rubies , gold , Saphire , pearles , Topaze stones , Chrisolites , Diamonds , Iacinths for the nonce . The trees that there did grow , were euer greene , The fruite that thereon grew were neuer fading , The sundry coloured birds did sit betweene ( Singing most sweet ) the fruitfull boughes thē shading , Riuers more cleere then Christall to be seene , The fragrant smell , the sence and soule inuading ; With ayre so temperate and so delightsome , As all the place beside was cleere and lightsome . Of Diana , The first with cloths tuckt vp as Nimphs in woods doe range , Tuckt vp euē to the knees , with bowes & arrowes prest Her right arme naked was , discouered was her brest : But heauy was her pace , & such a megre cheere , As little hunting mind ( God knows ) did there appeere . S. Phil. Sidney . — Now great Phoebe in her tryumph came , With all the titles of her glorious name , Diana , Delia , Luna , Cynthia , Virago , Hecate , and Elythia , Prothyria , Dictinna , Proserpine , Latona , and Lucina most diuine . M. Drayton . Cynthia . The siluer Moone , dread soueraigne of the deepe That with the floods fills vp her horned head , And by her waine , the waining ebs doth keepe . Iar. Markham . — VVith a brase of siluer hindes , 〈◊〉 Iuorie Chariot swifter then the windes , 〈◊〉 great Hyperions horned daughter drawne , ●nchauntresse like , deckt in disparent Lawne . Circled with charmes and incantations , That ride huge spirits and ouragious passions ; Musicke and moode she loues , but loue she hates , As curious Ladies doe their publique cates . G. Chapman . Natures bright eye-sight , and the nights faire soule , That with thy triple forhead doost controule Earth , seas , and hell , and art in dignitie The great'st and swiftest Planet in the skie . Idem . Venus . — Mounting in the East Faire Venus in her Iuorie coach did hast , And towards those pensiue Dames her course addrest Her Doues so plied theyr wauing wings with flight , That straight the sacred Goddesse came in sight . Vpon her head she bare that gorgious crowne vvherein the poore Amintas is a starre , Her louely locks her bosome hanging downe , Those nets that first insnard the God of warre : Delicious-louely shine her louely eyes , And on her cheekes Carnation clowdes arise . D. Lodge . Of Venus , This goddesse had with art ( more thē our womē kno● As stuffe meant for the sale , set out to glaring show ) A wanton womans face , & with curld knots had twin● Her haire , which by the help of painters cunning shin'● S. Phil. Sidney . Of Cupid . Amongst this gamesome crue is seene , The issue of the Cyprian Queene , Whose head and shoulders fethered beene ; And as the starres his countenaunce sheene . In his left hand his bow he bare , And by his side his quiuer ware , In power he sits past all compare , And with his flames the world doth dare ; A scepter in his hand he held , With Chloris natiue flowers vntild , And Nectars deathlesse odours stild From his bright locks the Sun digild . The triple Graces there assist , Sustaining with theyr brests commist And knees that Thetis bosome kist The challice of this Amorist . G. Chapman transl . — Him the greatest of the Gods we deeme , Borne without sinne or couples of one kind , For V●nus selfe doth solie couples seeme , Both male and female through commixture ioynd , So pure and spotlesse Cupid forth she brought , And in the gardens of Adonis nurst : Where growing , he his owne perfection wrought , And shortly was of all the Gods the first . Then got he bow and shafts of gold and lead , In which so fell and puissant he grew , That Ioue himselfe his power began to dread , And taking vp to heauen , him godded new . From thence he shoots his arrowes euery where Into the vvorld at random as he will , On vs frayle men . S. Daniell . Venus . — Now in ire , Shee mounts her chariot swifter then the winde Or subtill comprehension of the minde , vvhich by two nimble Cock-sparrowes was drawne Caparisond but lightly with the lawne Tooke from the Flowre-deluces inner skin , Trapt and imbost with Marigolds : within Sits Venus naked , holding in her hand A tumbling shelfish with a Mirtle wand ; Wearing a garland on her wimpled head , Compacted of the white Rose , and the red . None but the blinde boy Cupid durst approch For to be whurried with her in her Coach , The snow-white Graces running by theyr sides , Were through the heauens theyr wagoners & guides , Lashing the Sparrowes vnder quiuering wings , With whyps of twisted gold , and siluer strings , A beauie of white Doues still fluttring ouer , From the sunnes sight such beautie seem'd to couer ; And thus shee rode in tryumph in her throne , Whose radiant lustre like the sunne-beames shone . I. Weeuer . Calme weather . As then no winde at all there blew , No swelling clowde accloyd the ayre , The skye like grasse of watched hue Reflected Phaebus golden haire : The garnisht trees no pendant stird , Nor voyce was heard of any bird . Mat. Roydon . The King of windes calls home his posts againe , And Amphitrite smooth's her watry plaine , The ayre his clowdes hath chang'd to christall cleere , And now the lamps of light from heauen appeare . J. Syluester . Of Tempests . On Neptune war was made by Aeolus and his traine , who letting loose the vvinds , tost & tormented the ayre , So that on euery coast , men shipwracke did abide , Or els were swallowed vp in open sea with waues , And such as came to shore , were beaten with dispayre . Edm. Spen. — VVithin a little season , The vvinde discouered his deceite and treason , First from the poope , it changed to the side , Then to the prore , at last it whirled round , Long in a place it neuer would abide , vvhich doth the Pilots wit and skill confound ; The surging waues swell still in higher pride , Proteus white flocke , did more and more abound , And seem'd to them as many deaths to threaten , As the shyps sides with diuers waues are beaten , Now in theyr face the winde , straight on theyr back , And forward this , and backward that it blowes , Then on the side it makes the shyp to crack , Among the Marriners confusion growes , The Maister doubts ruine and present wrack , For none his will , nor none his meaning knowes . To whistle , becken , cry , it nought auailes , Sometime to strike , sometime to turne theyr sailes , But none there was could heare , nor see , nor marke : Theyr eares so stopt , so dazeled were theyr eyes , vvith vveather so tempestuous , and so darke , And black thick clowdes , that with the storme did rise , From whence sometimes great ghastly flames did spark● And thunder claps that seem'd to rent the skies ; Which made them in a manner deafe and blind , That no man vnderstoode the Maisters minde : Nor lesse , nor much lesse fearefull is the sound The cruell tempest in the tackle makes , Yet each one for himselfe some busines found , And so some speciall office him betakes : One this vntide , another this fast bound , He the maine bowling now restraines , now slakes , Some take an oare , some at the pumpe take paine , And powre the sea , into the Sea againe . Behold a horrible and hideous blast , That Boreas from his frozen lips doth send , Doth backward force the saile against the mast , And makes the waues vnto the skies ascend , Then brake theyr oares and rudder eke at last , Nothing was left from tempest to defend . So that the ship as swai'd now quite a-side , Vnto the vvaues laid ope her naked side , Then all a-side the staggering ship did reele , For one side quite beneath the water lay , And on the tother side the very keele , Aboue the water plaine discerne you may ; Then thought they all hope past , & down they kneele , And vnto God to take their soules they pray ; Worse danger grew then this , when this was past , By meanes the ship gan after leake so fast , The winde , the waues to them no respite gaue , But ready euery houre to ouer-throw them ; Oft they were hoist so high vpon the waue , They thought the middle region was below them : Oft-times so low the sand their vessell draue , As though that Charon there his boat wold show them . Scant had they time , or power to fetch their breath , All things did threaten them so present death . S. I. Harr. — An hoast of blacke and sable clouds Gan to ecclipse Lucinaes siluer face , And with a hurling noyse from forth the South , A gust of winde did raise the billowes vp , Then scantled we our sailes with speedy hands , And tooke our drablers from our bonners straine , And seuered our bonnets from our courses : Our top sailes vp we trusse , our sprite sailes in , But vainely striue they that resist the heauens , For loe the waues incense then more and more , Mounting with hideous rorings from the depth ; Our Barke is battered by encountring stormes , And welnie steemd by breaking of the clouds : The steeres-man pale , and carefull holds the helme , Wherein the trust of life and safety lay , Till all at once , a mortall tale to tell , Our sailes were split by Bisas bitter blast ; Our middle broke , and we bereft of hope ; There might you see with pale and ghastly lookes , The dead in thought , and dolefull Marchant lifts Their eyes and hands vnto their Country Gods , The goods we cast in bowels of the Sea , A sacrifice to swage proud Neptunes ire . D. Lodge . Now Nerrus foames , and now the wrathfull waue , Tost and turmoild by angry Neptunes slaues , Doe mount and rowle , gainst Thetis heauen doth fight , And she ( inrag'd ) vsurpt on Rheas right , An ayre , black , sable , sad , ore-spread the skies , And reaues all light from wofull Saylers eyes : Or if some beames breake through their pitchy night , This naught , but lighning flashes full of fright . I. Syluester . The Easterne winds driues on the roring traine Of white blew billowes , and the clouds againe With fresh seas crosse the seas , and she doth send In counter-change a raine with salty blend The heauens , doe seeme in Thetis lap to fall , The Sea-starre , skies , and God to arme this all : Against one ship that skips from starres to ground , From waue to waue ( like windy ballances bound ) The whilst the Pylot on a foamy mount , Thinks from the pole to see hells pit profound ; And then cast downe vnto the sandy shore , Seemes from low hell to see the lofty pole , And feeling foes within and eke without , As many waues so many deaths doth doubt : The Sea sharp-surging round about the ship , Vncaulks their keele , and doth her seames vmip , Whereby the waters entring vncontrold , Ebbing abroad , yet flow a-pace in hold , For euery ●un the plied pump doth free , A flood breakes in , the amazed maister hee , His cunning conquered by the perils plaines , Doubts what to say , or where to turne his raines , Which waue to meete , or which salt surge to flie , So yeelds his charge in sea to liue or die . Strike saile the Maister cries , strike saile amaine , Vaile misme , and sprite saile , but the winds constraine With boistrous blasts that beate vpon his face , His sea-shapt speech to fly before their chace : Of men dismay'd , the sad confused cries , Wroath Neptunes noyse , and bellowing winds likewise ; Heauens thunder-claps , the tacklings whistling , ( Strange Minstrells ) doe dire dreadfull descant sing . Iosuah Syluester . The day with cloud was suddaine ouer-cast , And angry Joue an hideous storme of raine , Did poure into his Lemmons lap so fast , That euery wight to shroud it did constraine . Ed. Spencer . The ayre doth on the suddaine grow obscure , Lightened sometimes with lightnings dreadfull light , And saue their houre-glasse , kept the reckning sure , T was hard for to discerne the day from night ; The desperate Marriners doe all indure As men inured to the waters spight ; The heauens aboue , the waues beneath vs roare , Yet are they not dismai'd one whit therefore ; One with a whistle , hang'd about his necke , Shewes by the sound which cord must be vndone , And straite the ship-boy ready at a becke , Vnto the tops with nimble sleight doth runne : The other Marriners vpon the decke ; Or at the steere the comming vvaues doe shunne , And then by turnes they pump the water out , By paine and care preuenting euery doubt . S. I. Harrington , The heauens on euery side inclosed be , Black stormes and foggs are blowen vp from farre , That now the Pilot can no Load-starre see , But skies and Seas doe make most dreadfull warre : The billowes striuing to the heauens to reach , And th' heauens striuing them for to impeach . R. Greene. Of the Spring The soote seasons that blood , & bloome foorth brings , With greene hath clad the hill and eke the vale ; The Nightingale with feathers new she sings , The Turtle to her mate hath told her tale : Sommer is come , for euery spray now springs ; The Hart hath hung his old head on the pale : The Bucke in brake his Winter-coate he flings : The Fishes fleete with new-repared scale : The Adder all her sloth away she flings : The swift Swallow pursueth the flies small : The busie Bee her honey now she mings : Winter is worne that was the flowers bale . E. of Surrey . The Winters wrath begins to quell , And pleasant Spring appeareth ; The grasse now gins to be refresht , The Swallow peepes out of her nest , And cloudy welkin cleareth . E. Spenser . Flora now calleth for each flower , And bid's make ready Maias bower , That new is vp rise from bed . Idem . The earth late choakt with showres , Is now arai'd in greene , Her bosome springs with flowers , The ayre dissolues her teene ; The vvoods are deckt with leaues , And trees are cloathed gay , And Flora crown'd with sheaues , With oaken boughs doth play , The birds vpon the trees Doe sing with pleasant voyces , And chaunt in their degrees , Their loues and luckie choyces . D. Lodge . The tenth of March when Aries receau'd , Dan-Phoebus rayes into his horned head . In flowry season of the yeare , And when the firmament was cleare , When Tellus her balls painted were , With issue of disparent cheere ; When the Vsher to the morne did rise , Sleepe gaue their vituall liberties To Phillis and to Floraes eyes . G. Chapman . The ayre was calme , the day was cleare , Loues wanton winds with wooing breathe , Gan greete the sweetest of the yeare , The flower forgot his Winters death ; The earth reuiued by the sunne , To let in gay attire begunne . The leafe allied vnto the tree , By helpe of spring in coate of greene , Stole forth my wandring eye to see , The beauties of the Sommers Queene . D. Lodge . The Winter with his grisly stormes no longer dare abide , The pleasant grasse with lusty greene the earth hath newly died , The trees hath leaues , the boughs do spred , new changed is the yeare The water brooks are clean sunk down , the plesant boughs appeare , The Spring is come , the goodly Nimphs now dance in euery place : Thus hath the yeare most pleasantly of lately chang'd her face . E. of Surrey . Now each creature ioyes the other , Passing happy dayes and howers , One bird reports vnto an other , In the fall of siluer showers : vvhilst the earth our common mother , Hath her bosome deckt with flowers . Whilst the nearest torch of heauen , vvith bright rayes warmes Eloraes lap , Making nights and dayes both euen . Chearing plants with freshnes sap . S. Daniell . Of VVinter . The wrathfull Winter proching on a pace , vvith blustring blasts had all ybard the treene , And old Saturnus with his frosty face , vvith chilling cold had pearst the tender greene ; The mantles rent wherein inwrapped beene ; The gladsome Groues that now lay ouer-throwne , The Tapers torne , and euery tree downe blowne ; The soyle that erst so seemely was to seeme , vvas all dispoiled of her beauties hewe , And stole fresh flowers ( wher-with the somers Queene Had clad the earth ) now Boreas blast downe blew , And small fowles flocking in their songs did rew The vvinters wrath , where-with each thing defast , In wofull wise bewayl'd the Sommer past : Hawthorne had lost his motly liuerie : The naked twigs were shiuering all for cold , And dropping downe the teares aboundantlie ; Each thing ( me thought ) with weeping eye me told , The cruell season , bidding me with-hold My selfe within , for I was gotten out Into the fields , whereas I walkt about . M. Sackuille . — When ye count ye free from feare , Comes the breame Winter with chamfered browes , Full of wrinkles and frosty furrowes , Shooting his grisly dart , Which cruddles the blood and pricks the hart . Ed. Spenser . Ianuarie . — Now sad Winter welked hath the day , And Phoebus weary of his yearely taske , Yshackled hath his steeds in lowly lay , And taken vp his Inne in fishes haske . Idem . Autumnus . The wearied nights approached on a pace , With darksome shades which somwhat breedeth care , The sunne hath take more neere the earth his race . In Libra then his greatest sway he bare , For pardy then the dayes more colder are , Then fades the greene fruite , liuely hearbs are done , And Winter gins to wast that Sommer wone . I. H. Mir. of Mag. Sommer . Iulie . Now the sunne hath reared vp his siluer footed teame , Making his wayte betweene the cup and golden Diademe . The rampant Lyon hunts he fast , with doggs of noysome breath , VVhose balefull barking brings in hast , pine , plague , and drery death . Edm. Spencer . August . That time of yeere when the inamoured sunne , Clad in the richest roabes of liuing fires , Courted the Virgin signe , great Natures Nunne , ●vhich barraines earth , of all that earth desires : ●uen in the month that from Augustus wone His sacred name , which vnto heauen aspi●es , And on the last of his tentrebled dayes W. Shakespeare . ●t was the month in which the righteous mayde , That for disdaine of sinfull worlds vpbraid , ●ed backe to heauen where she was first conceiu'd ●nto her siluer bower the sunne receiu'd , And the hote Syrian dog on him awayting After the chafed Lyons cruell bayting , ●orrupted had the ayre with noysome breath , And powrd on earth , plague , pestilence & dearth . Rob. Greene. ●ow was the month that old Sextilis name ●hangd by the Romaine Senates sage degree , And glorying so to innouate the same , ●o haue himselfe new christned did agree , ●oude that Augustus God-father should be , 〈◊〉 whilst Ceres clad him in a mantle fayre Of bearded Corne , still quauering with the ayre . Char. Fitz Ieffrey . Iulie . VVhat time sleepes Nurse the silent night begun To steale by minutes on the long-liu'd dayes , The furious dog-starre chasing of the sunne , Whose scorching breath adds flames vnto his raies , At whose approch the angry Lyon braies , The earth now warm'd in her celestiall fire , To coole her heate , puts off her rich attire . M. Drayton . Of Morpheus . Morpheus the liuelie sonne of deadly sleepe , VVitnes of life to them that liuing die , A prophet oft , and oft an historie ; A Poet eke , as humors flie or creepe . S. Phil. Sid. Hee making speedy way through persed ayre , And through the world of waters wide and deepe , To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire , Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe , And lowe where dawning day doth neuer peepe His dwelling is ; there Thetis her wet bed Doth euer wash , and Cynthia still doth steepe In siluer dew her euer-dropping head , vvhile sad night ouer him her mantle black doth spread Edm. Spencer . VVhose double gates he findeth locked fast , The one faire fram'd of burnish'd Iuorie , The other , all with siluer ouer-cast , And wakefull dogs before them fa●re doe lie . Watching to banish Care , theyr enemie , vvho oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe . Idem . Of Neptune . First came great Neptune with his three-forkt mace , That rules the seas , and makes them rise or fall ; His dewey locks did drop with brine a pace Vnder his diademe imperiall , And by his side his Queene with Coronall , Fayre Amphitrite , most diuinely fayre , vvhose Iuory shoulders were couered all As with a robe , with her owne siluer hayre , And deckt with pearles , which the Indian seas for her prepare . Edm. Spencer . Of Proteus . Proteus is shepheard of the Seas of yore , And hath the charge of Neptunes mightie heard An aged Sire , with head all frothy hoare , And sprinckled frost vpon his dewie beard . Idem . Of Thetis . Thetis the Mother of the pleasant springs , Grandome of all the Riuers in the world , To whome earths vaines a moystning tribute brings , Nowe with a mad disturbed passion hurl'd About her Caue ( the worlds great treasure ) flings , And with wreath'd armes , & long wet haire vncu●l'd , Within herselfe laments a losse vnlost , And mones her wrongs , before her ioyes be crost . I. Markham . Of Phoebus . The golden ofspring of Latona pure , And ornament of great Ioues progenie , Phoebus . Edm. Spencer . — Dayes King , God of vndaunted verse . G. Chapman . Of Neptune . O Neptune , neuer like thy selfe in shew , Inconstant , variable , mutable , How doost thou Proteus like thy forme renewe , O whereto is thy change impurable ? Or whereunto art thou bent sutable ? Rightly the Moone predominateth thee , For thou art all as changeable as shee . Ch. Fitz Ieffray . Of Apollo . Sacred Apollo , God of Archerie , Of Arts , of pleasure , and of Poetrie , Ioues faire haird sonne , whose yellow tresses shine , Like curled flames ; hurling a most diuine And dazeling splendour , in those lesser fires Which from thy guilt beames ( when thy Car retires , ) Kindle those Tapers that lend eyes to night , O thou that art the Land-lord of all light , Birdegroome of morning , dayes eternall King , To whom nine Muses ( in a sacred ring ) In daunces sphericall trip hand in hand , Whilst thy seauen-stringed Lute theyr feete cōmaund , vvhose motion such proportioned measure beares , That to the musicke daunce nine heauenly spheares . Great Delian Priest , we to adore thy name , Haue burnt fat thighes of Bulls in hallowed flame , vvhose sauour wrapt in smoake and clowdes of fire To thy starre-spangled Pallace did aspire . Tho. Dekkar . Of Rome . O thou worlds Queene , ô towne that didst extend Thy conquering armes beyond the Ocean , And througdst thy conquests from the Libian shore , Downe to the Scythian swift-foote fearelesse porters , Thou art debasd , and at this instant yeelds Thy proude necke to a miserable yoke . Tho. Kyd. Of Heate . VVhen Phoebus rose he left his golden weede , And dond attire in deepest pulple dyed , His sanguine beames about his forhead spred , A sad presage of ill that should betide , ●ith vermile drops at euen his tresses bleed ●or shewes of future heate from th' Ocean wide . ●hilst thus he bent gainst earth his scorching raies , He burnt the flowers , and burnt his Clitia deare , The leaues grew wan vpon the withered spraies , The grasse and growing hearbes all parched were . Earth cleft in rifts , in floods theyr streames decaies , The barren clowdes with lightning bright appeare , And mankind feard least Clymens child againe Had driuen away his Syers ill-guided vvaine . As from a fornace flew the smoake to skies , Such smoake as that when damned Sodome brent : Within his Caue sweete Zephyre silent lyes , Still was the ayre , the racke nor came nor went , But ore the lands with luke-warme breathing flies The Southerne winde , from sun-bright Affrique sent , vvith thicke and warme , his interrupted blasts , Vpon theyr bosoms , throates , and faces casts . Nor yet more comfort brought the gloomy night , In her thicke shade was burning heate vprold , Her sable mantle was imbrodered bright vvith blazing starres and gliding fires of gold . Nor to refresh sad earth thy thirsty spirit , The niggard Moone let fall her May-dewes cold , And dried vp the vitall moisture was In trees , in plants , in hearbs , in flowers , in grasse . Ed. Fairefax . Of Thirst. VVhen wells grew dry , the Commons ran in rage And sought out euery sincke , their thirst t' asswage : And dranke with lothsome draught the pooles in has● To quench theyr thirst with ill-contented tast , vvhich poysoned ayre infect theyr purest breath , vvhereby the drinker dranke his present death : O wretched folke , who felt so hard a strife , Drinke or not drinke , both waies must lose theyr life , For he that dranke , and he that did refraine , Had of theyr enemies both an equall paine : For why ? the water vile slew them throughout No lesse , then did theyr enemies them about . That wretched towne had neuer a street nor vew But Parcaes there had fram'd some fashions new To murder men , or martyr them with feares , As mou'd the most indurate hart to teares , If so much water in theyr braines had beene As might forbeare a drop to wet theyr eyne . One while he spake his hart ( for thirst ) did faint : And life him left , which frustrate his complaint . The souldiour braue , ( oh hart-breake for to tell ) His proper vrine dranke , thirst to expell : The woful mother with her spettle fed Her little child halfe dead in cradle-bed : The Lady with her Lord at poynt of death , Embracing falls , and yeelds theyr latest breath . Thom. Hudson . Of an Assault . — They no lesse prouided are within With rampires , bulwarks , and with doubled dikes : And where theyr foes to clime doe once begin , They push thē down with bills , with staues , with pikes . If one be kild , another steppeth in , No man his place for feare of hurt mislikes , Some throw downe blocks , some stones , some scalding water , Greeuing them much with all , most with the latter , Some throw among them newly slaked Lime , That burneth most , when most it seemes to quench , vvith pots of Brimstone , Pitch and Turpentime , Annoying them with heate , with smoake , & stench . The rest are still imployd , and loose no time vvith wreathed stakes to fortifie the Trench : Thus all within are busie , all without , Fortune on both sides standing still in doubt . S. I. Harr. Of an Hoast . Their hoast with arrowes , pykes , and standards stood As bristle-poynted as a thornie wood , Theyr multitude of men the riuers died , vvhich through the wealthy Iuda swift did slide , So that flood Iordan finding dry his banke , For shame he blusht , and downe his head he shrank , For woe that he his credite could not keepe , To pay one waue for tribute to the deepe . Tho. Hudson . Of a Skirmish , Then grew the fight on both sides firme and stable , Both sides defend , both sides alike inuade ; They cast on both sides dartes innumerable Making therewith a darke vnpleasing shade , An endlesse worke it were to write the rable The Christians kild with bow , with bill , with blade . Sometime the sway goeth hether , somtime thether , Like waters driuen with doubtfull tydes and wether : VVhen one is slaine , his roome another fills , VVhen one is hurt , another takes his place , And he that now an other smites and kills , Falls dead him selfe within a little space , Great heapes of bodies dead make little hills : The earth it selfe lookes with a bloody face ; The greene where-with it erst was stored , Turneth to sanguine and vermillion red . S. I. Harrington . Of Discontent . Disquiet thoughts the minutes of her watch , Forth from her Caue the fiend full oft doth flie , To Kings she goes , and troubles them with warres , Setting those high aspiring bonds on fire ; That flame from earth vnto the seate of Ioue : To such as Midas , men that dote on wealth , And rent the bowels of the middle earth For coine ; who gape as did faire Danae For showres of gold : there discontent in blacke , Throwes forth the violls of her restlesse cares , To such as sit at Paphos for releefe : And offer Venus many solemne vowes , To such as Hymen in his saffron robe , Hath knit a gordian knot of passions , To these , to all , parting the gloomy ayre , Blacke discontent doth make her bad repaire . R. Greene. Obscure and darke is all the gloomy aire , The curtaine of the night is ouer-spread ; The silent mistresse of the lowry spheare , Put on her sable coloured vale and lower , Nor starre , nor milk-white circle of the skie , Appeares where Discontent doth hold her lodge , She sits shrin'd in a canapy of clouds , vvhose massie darknes mazeth euery sence , vvan is her lookes , her cheekes of azure hue , Her haire as Gorgons foule retorting snakes ; Enuie the glasse , wherein the hag doth gaze , Restlesse the clocke that chimes her fast a sleepe . Of Adams feare after his Transgression . At this sad summons , wofull man resembles , A bearded rush that in a riuer trembles , His rosie cheekes are chang'd to earthen hue , His dying body drops an icie dewe ; His teare-drown'd-eyes a night of clouds bedims , About his eares a burning horror swims , His fainting knees with feeblenes are humble , His faultring feete doe slide away and stumble ; He hath not now his free , bold , stately port , But downward lookes in fearefull slauish sort ; Now naught of Adam doth in Adam rest , He feeles his sences pain'd , his soule opprest , A confus'd hoast of violent passions iarre , His flesh and spirit are in continuall warre . And now no more through conscience of his error : He heares or sees , th' almighty but with terror , And loth he aunsweres ( as with tongue distraught ) Confessing ( thus ) his feare , but not his fault . I Syluester . Of the Vacation . — At such times when Lawyers walk the streetes Without long rowles of papers in their hands , When friendly neighbour with his neighbour meetes , Without false challenge to each others lands , The Counsellour without his Clyent stands : When that large Capitall lies void and wast Where Senatours and Iudges late were plast . Th. Storer . Ceremonie . All sodainly a light of twenty hewes Brake through the roofe , and like rainebow viewes Amaz'd Leander ; in whose beames came downe The Goddesse Ceremonie , with a crowne Of all the starres , and heauen with her descended Her flaming haire to her bright feete extended , By which , hung all the bench of deities ; And in a chaine compact of eares and eyes , She led Religion ; all her body was Cleare and transparent as the purest glasse , For she was all presented to the sence , Deuotion , order , state , and reuerence Her shadowes were , society , memorie ; All which her sight made liue , her absence die , A rich disparent pinnacle she weares , Drawne full of circles and strange characters : Her face was changeable to euery eye , One way lookt ill , an other graciouslie , Which while men view'd they cheerefull were & holy , But looking of , vicious and melanchollie ; The snakie paths to each obserued law , Did pollicie in her broade bosome draw , One hand a mathematique christall swayes , Which gathering in one line a thousand rayes ; From her bright eyes confusion burnes to death , And all estates of men distinguisheth , By it mortality and comlinesse , Them selues in all their sightly figures dresse . Her other hand a Laurell rod applies , To beate back barbarisme and Auarice : That followed eating earth and excrement , And humaine limbs , and would make proud ascent , To seates of Gods were Ceremonie slaine , The houres and graces bore her glorious traine , And all the sweets of our societie , Were spheard and treasur'd in her bounteous eyes . G. Chapman . Of Louers . VVho with a mayden voyce , and mincing pace , Quaint lookes , curl'd locks , perfumes , and painted face , Base coward hart , and wanton soft aray , Their manhood onely by their beard bewray , Are cleanly call'd , who likeliest greedy Goates Brothell from bed to bed ; whos 's Syren notes Inchaunt chast Susans , and like hungry Kite Fly at all game , they Louers are behight . I. Syluester . Who beare vpon their French-sick-backs about , Farmes , Castels , fees in golden shields cut out , Whose hand had at one Primerorest : One pompous Turney , or on pampering feast . Spends themselues , scrapt by the vsurie and care Of miser parents , liberall counted are . Idem . Who by false bargaines and vnlawfull measures , Robbing the world , haue heaped kingly treasures : Who cheat the simple , lend for fifty , fifty Hundred , for hundred are esteemed thrifty . Idem . Renowne . A trump more shrill then Tritons on the Sea , The said Renowne precursour of the traine , Did sound ( for who rings louder then Renowne : ) He mounted was vpon a flying horse , And cloath'd in Faulcons feathers to the ground , By his Escochion iustly might you gesse , He was the Herauld of Eternity , And Purseuant at Armes to mighte Ioue . G. Peele . Of Doubt . — Doubt had a double face , Th' one forward looking , the other backward bent , Therein resembling Ianus auncient , Which hath in charge the in-gate of the yeare , And euermore his eyes about him went , As if some prooued perill he did feare , Or did misdoubt some ill whose cause did not appeare . Ed. Spenser . Of a Gunne . Vulcan begot me , Minerua me taught , Nature my mother , Craft nourisht me yeare by yeare , Three bodies are my foode , my strength is naught , Anger , Wrath , Wast , and Noise my children deere , Gesse friend what I am , and how I am wrought : Monster of sea , or land , or of else-where Knowe and vse me , and I may thee defend , And I be thy enemy I may thy life end . S. Th. W. Of an Hargabush , He hath his other weapons strange among A trunke of iron hollow made within , And there he puts powder and pellets in , All closed saue a little hole behind , Whereat no sooner taken is the flame , The bullet flies with such a furious wind , As though from clouds a bolt of thunder came : And what-so-euer in the way it finde , It burnes it , breakes it , teares it , spoiles the same ; No doubt some fiend of hell or deuillish wight Deuised it , to doe mankind a spight . S. I. Harrington , Of an Horse . Round hoof'd , short ioynted , fetlocks shag and long , Broad breast , full eye , small head , and nosthrils wide , High crest , short eares , straite leggs , and passing strong ▪ Thin maine , thick taile , broad buttock , tender hide ; Looke what an horse should haue he did not lacke Saue a proud rider on so proud a backe . W. Shakespeare . Among a hundred braue , light , lusty horses , ( With curious eye marking their comly forces ) He chooseth one for his industrious proofe , With round , high , hollow , smooth , browne , ielly hoofe , vvith pasternes short , vpright , but yet in meane , Dry sinewie shanks , strong fleshlesse knees and leane , vvith hart-like leggs , broad breast , and large behinde , vvith body large , smooth flanks , and double chinde : A crested necke bowed like a halfe bent bowe , vvhereon a long thin curled maine doth flowe ; A firme full taile touching the lowly ground , vvith dock betweene two faire fat buttocks drownd ; A pricked eare , that rests as little space As his light foote ; a leane bare bony face , Thin iowle , and head but of a middling size Full liuely flaming , quickly rowling eyes , Great foaming mouth , hote fuming nosthrill wide , Of chest-nut haire , his forehead starrified ; Three milky feete , a feather on his brest , vvhom seauen yeares old at the next grasse he gest . I. Syluester . Of a starued man. His sad dull eyes deepe sunke in hollow pits , Could not endure the vnwonted sunne to view , His bare thin cheekes for want of belly-bits , And empty sides deceaued of their due , Could make a stony hart his hap to rue ; His raw bone armes whose mighty brawnie bowres , Were wont to riue steele plates and helmets hewe , Were cleane consum'd , and all his vitall parts Decai'd , & all his flesh shrunk vp like withered flowers . Ed. Spenser . Of the confusion of languages . This said , as soone confusedly did bound , Through all the work , I wote not what strange sound , A iangling noyse , not much vnlike the rumors Of Bacchus Swaines , amid their drunken humors : Some speake betweene the teeth , some in the nose : Some in the throate their words doe ill dispose : Some howle and cry , and some stut and straine , Each hath his gibberish , and all striue in vaine . To finde againe their knowne beloued tong , That with their milk they suckt in cradle yong : Arise betimes while th'opal-coloured morne , In golden pompe dooth May dayes doore adorne ; And patient , heare th'all differing voyces sweet Of painted fingers , that in Groues doe greete : There loue Bon-iours each in his phrase and fashion , From trembling pearch , vttering his earnest passion , And so thou mayest conceite what mingle mangle Among this people euery where did iangle . Bring me ( quoth one ) a trowell , quickly , quicke , One brings him vp a hammer ; hew this bricke Another bids , and then they cleaue a tree : Make fast this rope , and then they let it flee , One calls for planks , another morter lacks : They beare the first a stone , the last an axe , One would haue spikes , and him a spade they gaue , Another askes a sawe , and gets a siue ; Thus crosly crost , they prate and poynt in vaine , vvhat one hath made , another marrs againe , Nigh breathlesse all , with theyr confused yawling In bootelesse labour , now begins appawling . I. Syluester . Of Posteritie . Daughter of Time , sincere Posteritie , Alwayes new borne , yet no man knowes thy birth , The arbitresse of pure Sinceritie , Yet , changeable , ( like Proteus ) on the earth , Sometime in plenty , sometime ioynd with dearth . Alwayes to come , yet alwayes present heere , Whom all runne after , none come after neere . Vnpartiall Iudge of all saue present state , Truth 's Idioma of the things are past , But still pursuing present things with hate , And more iniurious at the first then last , Preseruing others , while thine owne do wast : True treasurer of all antiquitie , Whom all desire , yet neuer o●● could see . Char. Fitz Ieffrey . Discriptions of Beautie & personage . VVhat tongue can her perfections tell ●n whose each part all pennes may dwell ? Her hayre fine threds of finest gold ●n curled knots , mens thoughts to hold , ●ut that her forehead saies , in mee , A whiter beautie you may see . vvhiter indeed : more white then snow vvhich on cold winters face doth grow : That doth present those euen browes , vvhose equall line their angles bowes Like to the Moone , when after change Her horned head abroade doth range ; And arches be to heauenly lids , vvhose wincke each bold attempt forbids . For the black starres those spheres containe The matchlesse paire euen praise doth staine . No lampe whose light by art is got , No sunne which shines and setteth not , Can liken them without all peere Saue one as much as other cleere , vvhich onely thus vnhappy bee , Because themselues they cannot see . Her cheekes which kindly claret spred , Aurora like new out of bed , Or like the fresh Queene apples side , Blushing at sight of Phoebus pride . Her nose her chin , pure Iuory weares No purer then the prety eares : So that therein appeares some blood Like wine and milke that mingled stood : In whose incircles if yee gaze Your eyes may tread a Louers maze : But with such turnes the voyce to stray , No talke vntaught can finde the way , The lippe no iewell needes to weare , The lippe is iewell of the eare . But who those ruddy lips can misse ? which blessed still themselues doe kisse , Rubies , cherries , and roses new , ●n worth , in tast , in perfect hew : which neuer part but that they show Of precious pearles the double row : The second sweetly fenced ward , Her heauenly dewed tongue to gard , whence neuer word in vaine did flow : ●aire vnder these doth stately grow The handle of this precious work , The necke in which strange graces lurke . ●uch be I thinke the sumptuous Towres ●hich skill doth make in Princes bowres : ●o good a say inuites the eye ● little downeward to espie The liuely clusters of her brests , ●f Venus babe the wanton nests . ●ike pommels rounde of marble cleere , ●here azurde vaines well mixt appeare , ●ith dearest tops of Porphirie ●etwixt these two away doe lie : ●way more worthy beauties fame , ●hen that which beares the milkie name , ●his leades vnto the ioyous field ●hich onely still doth Lillies yeeld , ●t Lillies such whose natiue smell ●he Indian odours doth excell : ●ast it is calld , for it doth wast ●ens liues vntill it be imbrast . ●here may one see , and yet not see Her ribs in white all armed be , More white then Neptunes foamy face vvhen strugling , rocks he would imbrace . In those delights the wandring thought Might of each side astray be brought , But that her nauell doth vnite In curious circle , busie sight : A daintie seale of Virgine waxe , vvhere nothing but impression lacks . Her belly there glad sight doth fill , Iustly intituled Cupids hill : A hill most fit for such a maister , A spotlesse Mine of Alablaster . Like Alablaster fayre and sleeke , But soft and subtile , Satten like : In that sweete sea the boy doth sport , Loth I must leaue his cheefe resort , For such a vse the world hath gotten , The best things still must be forgotten . Yet neuer shall my song omit Her thighes , for Ouids song more fit , Which flanked with two sugred flancks Lift vp theyr stately swelling banks , That Albion cliffes in whitenes passe , vvith hanches smooth as looking-glasse . But bow all knees , now of her knees My tongue doth tell what fancie sees , The knots of ioy , the iems of loue , Whose motion makes all graces moue : vvhose bought incau'd doth yeeld such sight , Like cunning painter shadowing white . The gartring place with child-like signe Shewes easie print in mettall fine : But then againe the flesh doth rise In her braue calues , like christall skies , vvhose Atlas is a smallest small , More white then whitest bone of all . Thereout steales out that round cleane foote , This noble Cedars precious roote , In shew and sent , pale Violets , Whose steppe on earth all beauty sets . But backe vnto her backe my Muse , vvhere Ledas swan his feathers mewes , Along whose ridge such bones are met Like Comfets round in Marchpane set . Her shoulders be like two white Doues Pearching in square royall rooues , Which leaded are with siluer skin Passing the hate-spot Ermelin . And thence those armes deriued are , The Phenixe wings are not so rare For faultlesse length and stainelesse hue ; Ah woe is mee , my woes renew . Now course doth leade me to her hand , Of my first loue the fatall band , vvhere whitenes doth for euer sit , Nature her selfe inameld it : For there , with strange compact doth lie Warme snow , moist pearle , soft Iuorie . There fall those Saphire coloured brookes , Which conduit like with curious crookes Sweete Ilands make in that sweet land . As for he fingers of the hand , The bloody shafts of Cupids war , vvith Amathists they headed are . Thus hath each part his beauties part . But now the Graces doe impart To all her limms a speciall grace , Becomming euery time and place . vvhich doth euen beauty beautifie , And most bewitch the wretched eye . Now all this is but a faire Inne , Of fayrest guests which dwell therein : Of whose high praise , and praisefull blisse , Goodnes the pen , heauen paper is , The Incke immortall fame doth lend . As I began , so must I end : No tongue can her perfections tell , In whose each part all pens may dwell . S. Phil. Sidney . Her face so faire , as flesh it seemed not , But heauenly pourtrait of bright Angels hue , Cleere as the skie , withouten blame or blot , Through goodly mixture of complexions due , And in her cheekes the vermell red did show , Like roses in a bed of Lillies shed , The which Ambrosiall odours from her threw , And gazers sence with double pleasure fed , Able to heale the sick , and to reuiue the dead . In her faire eyes two liuing lamps did flame , Kindled aboue , at th'heauenly Makers light , And darted fiery beames about the same So passing persant , and so wondrous bright , That quite bereau'd the rash beholders sight . In them the blinded God his lustfull fire To kindle oft assaide but had no might , For with dread maiestie and awful ire Shee broke his wanton shafts & quencht his base desire . Her Iuory forhead , ful of bounty braue Like a broade table did it selfe dispread , For loue his loftie tryumphs to ingraue , And write the battailes of his great god-head , All good and honour might therein be read , For there their dwelling was . And when she spake , Sweet words like dropping honney she did shed , And twixt the pearles and Rubies softly broke A siluer sound that heauenly musick seemd to make . Vpon her eye-lids many graces sate Vnder the shadow of her euen browes , Working belgards and amorous retrate , And euery one her with a grace endowes , And euery one with meekenes to her bowes : So glorious mirror of celestiall grace , And soueraigne monument of mortal vowes , How shal fraile pen describe her heauenly face , For feare through want of skil her beauty to disgrace ? So faire , and thousand thousand times more faire Shee seem'd , when she presented was to sight , And was yclad for heate of scorching ayre All in a silken Camous , lilly white , Purfled vpon with many a folded plight : Which al aboue besprinckled was throughout vvith golden aygulets that glistered bright Like twinckling starres : and al the skyrt about vvas hemd about with golden frindge . Below her hamme her weede did somewhat traine , And her straite leggs most brauely were embaild In gilden Buskins of costly Cordwaine , All bard with golden bends which were entaild vvith curious antiques , and full fayre aumaild . Before they fastned were vnder her knee In a rich Iewell , and therein intrailde The ends of all theyr knots , that none might see How they within theyr foldings close enwrapped bee : Like two fayre Marble pillers they were seene , vvhich doe the temple of the Gods support , vvhom all the people deck with garlands greene : Those same with stately grace and princely port Shee taught to tread when she herselfe would grace . But with the wooddy Nimphs when she did play , Or when the flying Libbard she did chace , Shee could then nimbly mooue , and after flie a pace . VVithin her hand a sharp Bore-speare she held , And at her back a bow and quiuer gay , Shaft with steele-headed darts , wherewith she queld The sauage beasts in her victorious play : Knit with a golden bauldrick , which forlay Athwart the snowy breast , and did deuide Her dainty paps , which like young fruite in May Now little gan to swell ; and beeing tyde , Through her thin weede theyr places signified . Her yellow locks crisped , like golden wyre , About her shoulders weren loosely shed , And when the winde amongst them did inspyre , They waued like a Penon wide despred , And low behinde her backe were scattered : And whether art it were , or heedelesse hap , As through the flowring forrest rash she fled , In her rude haires sweete flowers did wrap Such as Diana by the sandy shore Of swift Eurotas , or on Cynthus greene ; vvhere all the Nimphs haue her vnwares forlore , Wandreth alone , with bowes and arrowes keene To seeke her game : or as that famous Queene Of Amazons , whom Pyrhus did destroy The day that first of Priam shee was seene , Did shew herselfe in great tryumphant ioy , To succour the weake state of sad-afflicted Troy. Edm. Spencer . Her yellow locks exceede the beaten gold , Her sparkling eyes in heauen a place deserue , Her forhead high and faire , of comely mold : her words are musicall , of siluer sound , her wit so sharp , as like can scarce be found . Each eye-brow hangs like Iris in the skyes , Her Eagles nose is straite , of stately frame , On eyther cheeke a Rose and Lilly lyes , Her breath is sweet perfume , or holy flame : her lips more red then any Corrall stone , her necke more white then aged Swans that mone . Her breast transparent is , like christall rock , Her fingers long , fit for Apollos Lute , Her slipper such as Momus dare not mock , Her vertues are so great , as make me mute . vvhat other parts she hath , I neede not say , vvhose fairest face alone is my decay . Tho. Watson . Like to the cleere in highest spheare vvhere al imperious glory shines , Of selfe same colour is her hayre vvhether vnfolded or in twines : Her eyes are Saphyres set in snow , Refyning heauen by euery winke , The Gods doe feare when as they glow , And I doe tremble when I thinke . Her cheekes are like the blushing clowde That beautifies Auroras face , Or like the siluer crimson shrowde That Phoebus smiling locks doe grace : Her lips are like two budded Roses Whom ranks of Lillies neighbour nie , vvhich with bounds she stil incloses , Apt to intice a deitie . Her necke is like a stately towre , vvhere Loue himselfe in pleasure lies , To watch for glaunces euery howre From her diuine and sacred eyes . Her paps are centers of delight , Her paps are rocks of heauenly flame , vvhere Nature moulds the dew of light To feede perfection with the same : With orient pearle , with Rubie red , vvith Marble white , with azure blew , Her body euery way is fed , Yet soft in touch , and sweet in view : Nature herselfe her shape admires , The Gods are wounded in her sight , And Loue forsakes his heauenly fires , And at her eyes his brands doth light . D. Lodge . She lay and seemd a flood of Diamant Bounded in flesh : as stil as Vespers haire When not an Aspen leafe is stird with ayre : She lay at length , like an immortal soule At endlesse rest in blest Elizium , And then did true felicitie inroule So faire a Lady , figure of her kingdom . Now as she lay attirde in nakednes His eye did carue him on that feast of feasts , Sweet fieldes of life which deaths foote dare not presse , Flowrd with th'vnbroken waues of my loues breasts , See wherewith bent of gold curld into knots . In her heads groue the spring-bird Lameat nests , Her body doth present those fields of peace vvhere soules are feasted with the soule of ease . To proue which Paradice that nurseth these , See see the golden riuers that renowne it , Rich Gyhon , Tigris , Phison , Euphrates , Two from her bright Pelopian shoulders crowne it , And two out of her snowy hills doe glide , That with a deluge of delight doe drowne it : These highest two their precious streames deuide To tenne pure floods that do the body dutie , Bounding themselues in length , but not in beauty . These wind theyr courses through the paynted bowers , And raise such sounds in theyr inflection As ceaselesse start from earth fresh sorts of flowers , And bound that booke of life with euery section . In these the Muses dare not swim for drowning , Theyr sweetnes poysons with such sweet infection , And leaues the onely lookers on them swouning , These formes and colour makes them so to shine , That Gods for them , would cease to be diuine . G. Chapman . Her Lilly hand her rosie cheekes lie vnder , Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse , Who therefore angry , seemes to part in sunder , Swelling on eyther side to want his blisse , Betweene whose hills her head entombed is ; Where , like a vertuous monument she lyes , To be admirde of lewd vnhallowed eyes . VVithout the bed her other fayre hand was On the greene Couerlet , whose perfect white Shewd like an Aprill daisie on the grasse , vvith pearlie sweat , resembling dewe of night ; Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd theyr light : And canopied in darknes , sweetly lay , Till they might open to adorne the day . Her haire like golden threds , playd with her breath , ( O modest wantons , wanton modestie ) Shewing lifes tryumph in the Map of death , And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie : Each in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife , But that life liu'd in death , and death in life . Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew , A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered , Saue of theyr Lord , no bearing yoke they knew , And him by oath they truly honoured : These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred : vvho like a foule vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out . W. Shakespeare . Starres fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes , Her bright brow driues the sunne to clowdes beneath , Her haires reflexe , with red strakes paint the skies , Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath . T. Nash . Fayrer then Isaacks louer at the vvell , Brighter then inside barke of new hewen Cedar , Sweeter then flames of fire-perfumed Mirrhe , And comlier then the siluer clowdes that daunce On Zephyrus wings before the King of heauen . G. Peele . Her lookes were like beames of the morning sunne Forth-looking through the windowes of the East , When first the fleecie cattell haue begunne Vpon the pearled grasse to make theyr feast : Her thoughts are like the fume of Francensence , Which from a golden Censor forth did rise : And throwing forth sweet odours , mounts from thence In rolling globes vp to the vaulted skies : There she beholds with hie aspyring thought , The cradle of her owne creation : Among the seates of Angels , heauenly wrought , Much like an Angell in all forme and fashion . S. Daniell . Her locks are pleighted like the fleece of wooll That Iason with his Grecian mates atchiu'd , As pure as gold , yet not from gold deriu'd , As full of sweets , as sweet of sweetes is full : Her browes are prety tables of conceate , Where Loue his records of delight doth quote , On them her dallying locks doe daily floate , As loue ful oft doth feede vpon the baite ▪ Her eyes , faire eyes , like to the purest lights That animate the sunne , or cheere the day , In whom the shining sun-beames brightly play vvhilst fancie doth on them deuine delights . Her cheekes like ripened Lillies steept in wine , Or fayre Pomegranate kirnels washt in milke , Or snow-white threds in nets of Crimson silke , Or gorgeous clowdes vpon the sunnes decline . Her lips like Roses ouer-washt with dew , Or like the Purple of Narcissus flowre , No frost theyr faire , no wind doth wrest theyr powre , But by her breath theyr beauties do renew . Her christal chin like to the purest mould Enchast with dainties , Daisies soft and white , Where Fairies faire pauilion once is pight , Whereas embrasd his beauties he doth hold . Her necke like to an Iuory shining towre , Where through with azure vaines sweet Nectar runnes , Or like the downe of swanns , Or like delight that doth it selfe deuoure . Her paps are like fayre apples in the prime , As round as orient pearles , as soft as downe , They neuer vaile theyr faire through winters frowne , But from these sweets Loue suckt his sommer time : Her bodies beauties best esteemed bowre , Delicious , comely , dainty , without staine , The thought whereof ( not toucht ) hath wrought my paine . Whose face so faire all beauties doth distaine , Her maiden wombe the dwelling house of pleasure , Not like , for why no like surpasseth wonder : O blest is he may bring such beauties vnder , Or search by suite the secrets of that treasure . R. Greene. Like to Diana in her sommer weede Girt with a Crimson robe of brightest die goes fayre Samela , As fayre Aurora in her morning gray , Deckt with the ruddy lustre of her loue is fayre Samela , Like louely Thetis on a calmed day , When as her brightnes Neptunes fancie moues , Shines faire Samela . Her tresses gold , her eyes like glassie streames , Her teeth are pearle , the breasts are Iuory of faire Samela . Her cheekes like rosie-lillies yeeld forth gleames , Her browes bright arches , framde of Ebonie , thus faire Samela . Passeth faire Venus in her brauest hue , And Iuno in the shew of maiestie , for she is Samela . Pallas in wit , all three if you will view , For beauty wit , and matchlesse dignitie , yeeldes faire Samela . D. Lodge . Their soft young cheeke-balls to the eye , Are of the fresh vermilion die , So Lillies out of Scarlet peere , So Roses bloomd in Lady Vere : So shot two wanton starres yfere , In the eternall burning Sphere . G. Chapman . Her eyes like Gemini attend on Ioue , Her stately front was figured from aboue : Her dainty nose of Iuory faire and sheene , Bepurfurate with ruddy Roses beene . Her cherry lips doth daunt the morning dew , From whence a breath so pleasant doth ensue As that which layd fayre Psyches in the vale , Whom Cupid woed , and woed to his auaile : Within the compasse of which hollow sweet , Those orient rancks of siluer perles do meet , Prefixing like prefixion to the eye , As siluer clowd amidst the sommers skie , From whence such words in wisedome couched be , As Gods from thence fetch theyr Phylosophie . Her dimpled chin of Alablaster white , Her stately necke , where nature did acquite Her selfe so well , as that at suddaine sight Shee wisht the worke were spent vpon herselfe , Her cunning thus was showed vpon the shelfe ; For in this hand was fancie painted faire ▪ In eyther hand an azure hand she bare . By one , repeating many a sweete consent , By th' other , comfort to the hart she sent : From which a seemely passage there doth flow To strangers pleasures that are placst below ; Like to the furrow Phaeton did leaue Amidst the Welkin , when he did receaue His Fathers charge , and set the world on fire . In this fayre path oft paced sweet desire , At euery turne beholding with delight That marble mount that did affect the sight . Of Virgine waxe the sweet impression was , The cunning compasse thereof did surpasse , For arte concluding all perfections there , Writ this report , all graces dwelleth heere . Which Cupid spying , built his mansion so , As scorning those sweet graces to bestow On mortall man , with bow ybent doth waite Least Ioue should steale impressions by deceit , And wondring at the crisped Comet faire , In thought concludes it meeter for the ayre Then mortall mould : next with the stately thighes , Like two fayre compast marble pillars rise , Whose white doth staine the dainty driuen snow ; Next which the knees with lustie bent below Conioynd with nerues and cordes of Amber sweet , These stately piles with gladsome honour greet : Such stately knees as when they bend alite , All knees doe bend and bow with strange delight . Her calues with stranger compasse doe succeede , In which the azure streames a wonder breede , Both arte and nature therein laboured haue To paint perfection in her colours braue . Next which , the prety ground-worke of the pyle Doth show it selfe , and wonder doth beguile ; The ioynts whereof combinde of Amber sweet , With Corrall cords yeeld bent to seemely feete , From which who list to lift his gazing eye , Shall greater cause of wonder soone espy : When on the backe he bends his wauering looke In which the worke and taske Diana tooke vvhen with Arachne for the prize she straue , Both arte and nature there excellence haue ; Where from Pigmalions image seemelie white , vvhose close conueyance passing Gordians plight , vvhere louely Nectar , drinke for all the Gods , vvhere euery Grace is stained there by ods , vvill not content which gazing looke for more , And spy those armes that stand his sight before vvhich for their mould th' Egyptian wonders passe , Which for their beauty staine the christall glasse , vvhich in theyr bosome couer natures sweet , vvhere blushing streames present a secret meet , vvill now amazde , conclude at last of this , That in the hands all grace concluded is : vvhere nature limits euer fatall time , vvhere fortune figures pleasure in her prime , vvhence spread those fingers typt with Iuory , vvhose touch Medusas turne may well supply : vvhere to conclude , now all the shepheards deeme All grace , all beauty , all perfections seeme . D. Lodge . Yet neuer eye to Cupids seruice vowde Beheld a face of such a louely pride : A Tynsill vale her golden locks did shrowde , That stroue to couer what it could not hide : The golden sunne behind a siluer clowde , So streameth out his beames on euery side , The marble goddesse set at Cnidos naked Shee seemd ; were she vncloth'd , or that awaked . The gamesome winde among her tresses plaies , And curleth vp those growing riches short , Her sparefull eye to spread his beames denaies , But keepes his shot where Cupid keepes his fort . F. G. Shee was a woman in her freshest age Of wondrous beauty , and of bounty rare , vvith goodly grace and comly personage That was on earth not easie to compare , Full of great loue , but Cupids wanton snare As hell she hated : chast in word and will , Her necke and breasts were euer open bare , That aye thereof her babes might suck theyr fill , The rest was all in yellow robes araied still . Edm. Spencer . A shape whose like in waxe was hard to frame , Or to expresse by skill of Painters rare ; Her hayre was long and yellow to the same , As might with wyer of beaten gold compare : Her louely cheekes with shew of modest shame , vvith Roses and with Lillyes painted are . Her forhead faire , and full of seemely cheere , As smooth as pollisht Iuory doth appeare : Vnder two arches of most curious fashion Stand two black eyes , that like two cleere suns shind . Steddy in looke , but apt to take compassion , Amid which lights the naked boy and blind Casteth his darts that cause so many a passion , Leauing a sweet and curelesse wound behind , From whence the nose in such good sort descended ▪ As enuy knowes not how it may be mended . Vnder the which , in due and comly space Standeth the mouth , stainde with vermilion hew , Two rowes of pearles serue in theyr place , Hence come the courteous words and full of grace That mollifie hard harts and make them new : From hence proceed those smilings sweet and nice , That seeme to make an earthly Paradice . Her brests as milke , her necke as white as snow , Round was her necke , most plum and large her breast , Two Iuory apples seemed there to grow , Tender and smooth , and fittest to be prest , Wauing like seas when wind most calme doth blow . Argos himselfe might not discerne the rest , Yet by presumption well it might be gest That that which was concealed was the best . Her armes due measure of proportion bare , Her fayre white hand was to be viewed plaine , The fingers long , the ioynts so curious are As neyther knot appeard nor swelling vaine , And full to perfect all those features rare , The foote that to be seene doth sole remaine , Slender and short , little it was and round , A finer foote might no where well be found . S. I. Harr. Apollo when my mistris first was borne Cut off his locks , and left them on her head , And sayd , I plant these wyres in natures scorne , Whose lustre shall appeare when time is dead : From forth the christall heauen when she was made , The puritie thereof did taint her brow , On which the glistering that sought the shade Gan set , and there his glories doth avow . Those eyes , fayre eyes , too faire to be describ'd , Were those that erst the Chaos did reforme , To whom the heauens theyr beauties haue ascribd , That fashion life in man , in beast , in worme , When first her fayre delicious cheekes were wrought , Aurora brought her blush , the Moone her white , Both so combinde as passed natures thought , Compild those prety orbes of sweet delight : When loue and nature once were proud with play , From forth theyr lips , her lips their colour drew , On them doth fancie sleepe , and euery day Doth swallow ioy such sweet delights to view . While one while Venus sonne did seeke a bowre To sport with Psyches his desired deere , He chose her chin , and from that happy stowre He neuer stints in glory to appeare . Desires and ioyes that long had serued loue , Besought a hold where prety eyes might wooe them , Loue made her neck , and for her best behoue Hath shut them there where no man can vndoe them . Once Venus dreamd vpon two prety things , Her thoughts , they were affections cheefest nests , She suckt and sigh'd , and bath'd her in the springs , And when she wakt , they were my mistres breasts . Once Cupid sought a hold to couch his kisses , And found the body of my best belou'd , Wherein he cloyd the beauty of his blisses , And from that bower can neuer be remou'd . The Graces erst when Acidalian springs vvere wexen dry , perhaps did finde her fountaine Within the bale of blisse , where Cupids wings Doe shield the Nectar fleeting from the fountaine . R. Greene. Her curious locks of gold like Tagus sands , Her forhead smooth and white as Iuory , vvhere glory , state , and bashfulnes held hands : Her eyes , one making peace , the other wars , By Venus one , the other ruld by Mars . Her Eagles nose , her scarlet cheeke halfe white , Her teeth of orient pearle , her gracious smile , Her dimpled chin , her breast as cleere as light , Her hand like hers whom Titan did beguile . Tho. Watson . Queene Vertues caue which some call Stellas face Repaird by natures cheefest furniture , Hath his forfront of Alablaster pure , Gold is the couering of that stately place : The doore by which sometimes runnes forth her grace , Red Porphirie which lock of pearle makes sure , Whose porches rich which name of cheekes endure , Marble-mixt red and white doe interlace . The windowes now through which this heauenly gues● Lookes on the world , and can finde nothing such vvhich dare claime from those sights the name of best , Of touch they are that without touch do touch , vvhich Cupids selfe from beauties mine did draw , Of touch they are , and poore I , am theyr straw . S. Phil. Sidney . Two sunnes at once from one faire heauen there shind , Ten branches from two boughes tipt all with roses , Pure locks , more golden then is gold refinde , Two pearled rowes that natures pride incloses ; Two mounts faire marble , white downe , soft & dainty , Full wofull makes my hart , and body fainty . D. Lodge . O shee doth teach the torches to burne bright , It seemes she hangs vpon the cheeke of night As a rich Iewell in an Ethiops eare , Beauty too rich for vse , for earth too deare : So showes a snowy Doue trooping with crowes , As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes . W. Shakespeare . To make the wondrous power of heauen appeare In nothing more then her perfections found , Close to her nauill she her mantle wrests , Slacking it vpwards , and the folds vnwound , Showing Latonas twins , her plenteous brests : The Sunne and Cynthia in their tryumph robes Of Lady skin more rich then both theyr globes . G. Chapman . Vpon a bed of Roses she was layd , As faint through heate , or dight to pleasant sin , And was araide , or rather disaraid All in a vaile of silke and siluer thin , That hid no whit her Alablaster skin , But rather showd more white , if more might be ; More subtile web Arachne cannot spin , Nor the fine nets which oft we wouen see Of scorched dew , do not in th' ayre more lightly flie . Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoyle Of hungry eyes , which not therewith be fild , And yet through languor of her late sweet toyle , Few drops more cleere then Nectar forth distild , That like pure orient pearles adowne it thrild , Fraile harts yet quenched not , like starry light , which sparkling on the silent waues , doe seeme more bright . Edm. Spen. Her Iuory necke , her Alablaster breast , Her paps , which like white silken pillowes were , For loue in soft delight thereon to rest : Her tender sides , her belly white and cleere , Which like an Altar did it selfe vpreare , To offer sacrifice deuine thereon : Her goodly thighes , whose glory did appeare Like a triumphall arch , and thereupon The spoiles of Princes hangd , which were in battaile wone . Idem . — Her sparkling eyes Doe lighten forth sweet loues alluring fire , And in her tresses she doth fold the lookes Of such as gaze vpon her golden hayre . Her bashfull white , mixt with the mornings red , Luna doth boast vpon her louely cheekes : Her front is Beauties table , where she paints The glories of her gorgeous excellence : Her teeth are shelues of precious Margarite , Richly inclosd with ruddy Currall cleeues . R. Greene. My mistres is a paragon , the fayrest fayre aliue , Alcides and Aeacides for fairelesse faire did striue , Her colour fresh as damaske rose , her breath as violet , Her body white as Iuory , as smooth as pollisht Iet , As soft as down , & were she downe , Ioue might com down & kisse A loue so fresh , so sweet , so white , so smooth , so soft as this . W. Warner . Then cast she off her roabe and stoode vpright , As lightning breakes out of the labouring clowde , Or as the morning heauen casts off her night , Or as that heauen cast off it selfe , and showde Heauens vpper light , to which the brightest day Is but a black and melancholy shrowde : Or as when Venus striu'd for soueraigne sway Of choisefull beauty in young Troyes desire , So stoode Corinna varnishing her tyre . G. Chapman . Herewith she rose , like the Autumnall starre Fresh burnisht in the lofty Ocean flood , That darts his glorious influence more farre Then any lampe of bright Olympus broode : Shee lifts her lightning armes aboue her head And stretcheth a Meridian , from her blood That slept awakt in her Elizian bed : Then knit shee vp , least loosd , her glowing haire Should scorch the centre , and incense the ayre . Idem . Sweete mouth that sendst a muskie-rosied breath Fountaine of Nectar and delightfull balme , Eyes clowdy-cleere , smile-frowning , stormie-calme , Whose euery glaunce darts me a lyuing death : Browes , bending quaintly , your round Eben arkes , Smile , that then Venus sooner Mars besets , Locks more then golden , curld in curious knots , vvhere in close ambush wanton Cupid lurkes , Grace Angel-like , faire forhead , smooth and hie , Pure white that dimst the Lillies of the vale , Vermilion rose that mak'st Aurora pale . I. Siluester . Such colour had her face as when the sunne Shines in a watry clowde in pleasant spring ; And euen as when the Sommer is begunne The Nightingales in boughes doe sit and sing , So the blind God , whose force can no man shunne Sits in her eyes , and thence his darts doth fling : Bathing his wings in her bright christal streames , And sunning them in her rare beauties beames . In these he heads his golden-headed dart , In those he cooleth it , and tempereth so , He leuels thence at good Obertos hart , And to the head he drawes it in his bow . S. I. Harr. — Olympias beauty was so rare As well might moue a man the same to note : Her hayre , her cheekes , her eyes , most amorous are , Her nose , her mouth , her shoulders , and her throat , As for her other parts that then were bare , Which she was wont to couer with her coate , Were made in such a mould as might haue moued The chast Hippolitus her to haue loued : A man would thinke them framd by Phidias arts , Theyr colour and proportion good was such : And vnto them her shamefastnes imparts A greater grace to that before was much . I cease to praise those other secret parts , Nothing so fit to talke of as to touch : In generall , all was as white as milk , As smooth as Iuory , and as soft as silke . Had shee in vally of Idea beene vvhen Pastor Paris hap did so befall To be a Iudge three goddesses betweene , She should haue got , and they forgone the ball : Had she but once of him beene naked seene , For Helena he had not card at all , Nor broke the bonds of sacred hospitalitie , That bred his country wars and great mortalitie . Had she but then been in Crotona towne , When Zeuxis for the Goddesse Iunos sake To paint a picture of most rare renowne Did many of the fayrest damsels make To stand before him bare from foote to crowne , A patterne of theyr perfect parts to take , No doubt he would haue all the rest refused , And her alone in sted of all haue chused . S. I. Harr. Faire is my loue for Aprill in her face , Her louely breasts September claimes his part , And lordly Iuly in her eyes hath place , But cold December dwelleth in her hart , Blest be the months that sets my hart on fire , Accurst that month that hindreth my desire . Like Phaebus fire , so sparkles both her eyes , As ayre perfum'd with Amber is her breath , Like swelling waues her louely teates doe rise , As earth her hart cold , dateth me to death . In pompe sits mercy seated in her face , Loue twixt her breasts his trophies doth imprint , Her eyes shines fauour , curtesie , and grace , But touch her hart , oh that is made of flint . R. Greene. Her hayre not trust , but scattered on her brow , Surpassing Hyblaes honney for the view , Or softened golden wyers . Within these snares first was my hart intrapped , Till through those golden shrouds mine eye did see An Iuory shadowed front , wherein was wrapped Those prety bowers where graces couched be : Next which , her cheekes appeard like Crimson silke , Or ruddy rose bespred in whitest milke . Twixt which , the nose in louely tenor bends Two traces prety for a louers view : Next which her lips like violets commends By true proportion that which doth ensue ; Which when they smile , present vnto the eyes The Oceans pride , and Iuory paradize . Her pollisht necke of milke , where snows doe shine As when the Moone in winter night beholds them , Her breast of Alablaster cleere and fine , vvhereon two rising apples fayre vnfold them , Like Cynthias face when in her full she shineth , And blushing , to her loue-mates bower declineth . From whence in length her armes doe sweetly spread , Like two rare branchie Saples in the spring , Yeelding fiue louely sprigs from euery head , Proportioned alike in euery thing ; which featly sprout in length like spring borne friends vvhose prety tops , with fiue sweet roses ends . But why alas should I that marble hide That doth adorne that one and other flanck , From whence a mount of quickned snow doth glide , Or else the vaile that bounds this milk-white banke , vvhere Venus and her sisters hide the fount , vvhose louely Nectar doth all sweetes surmount . D. Lodge . Whilst thus she meant vnseene away to slide , Her pearles and iewels causde her to be spide , The muske and ciuet amber as she past , Long after her a sweet perfume did cast : A Carbuncle on her christall brow she pight , vvhose fierie gleames expeld the shady night : Vpon her head a siluer crispe she pind , Loose wauing on her shoulders with the wind . Gold band her golden hayre , her Iuory neck , The Rubies rich , and Saphires blew did deck , And at her eare , a pearle of greater valew There hung , then that the Egyptian Queene did swallow And through her coller showd her snowy brest , Her vtmost robe was colour blew celest , Benetted all with twist of perfect gold , Beseeming well her comly corps t' enfold . What els she ware , might wel be seene vpon That Queene who built the towers of Babylon . Her wauering hayre disparpling flew apart , In seemely shed , the rest with recklesse art , vvith many a curling ring decord her face , And gaue her ghastly browes a greater grace . Two bending bowes of Eben coupled right , Two lucent starres that were of heauenly light , Two ietty sparks where Cupid chastly hides His subtile shafts that from his quiuer glides : Tweene those two sunnes and front of equall size , A comly figure formally did rise , vvhich draught vnleuell to her lip descend , vvhere Momus selfe could nothing discommend . Her pittid cheekes appeard to bee depaint vvith mixed rose and lillies , sweet and saint : Her dulcet mouth with precious breath repleat , Exceld the Saben Queene in sauour sweet : Her corrall lips discouered as it were Two ranks of orient pearles with smyling cheere : Her Iuory necke , and breast of Alablaster , Made heathen men of her more Idolastre . Vpon her hand no wrinckled knot was seene , But as each nayle of Mother of pearle had beene : In short , this Iudith was so passing faire , As if the learned Zeuxis had beene there And seene this dame when he with pensill drew The Croton dames , to forme the picture true Of her for whom both Greece and Asia fought , This onely patterne chiefe he would haue sought . Tho. Hudson . Her words were like a streame of honny fleeting , The which doth softly trickle from the hiue , Able to melt the hearers hart vnweeting , And eke to make the dead againe to liue : Her deedes were like great clusters of ripe grapes Which loade the bunches of the fruitfull Vine , Offering to fall into each mouth that gapes , And fill the same with store of timely wine . Her breast two hills ore-spread with purest snow , Sweet , smooth , and supple , soft and gently swelling Betweene them lyes a milkie dale below , vvhere loue , youth , gladnes , whitenes make their dwelling , Her enuious vesture greedy sight expelling : So was the wanton clad , as if thus much Should please the eye , the rest vnseene they touch : As when the sunne-beames diue through Tagus waue To spy the store-house of his springing gold , Loue persing thought so through her mantle draue , And in their gentle bosome wandred bold : It viewd the wondrous beautie Virgins haue , And all to finde desire ( with vantage ) bold . Alas what hope is left to quench this fire , That kindled is by sight , blowne by desire . D. Lodge . Fayrer then was the Nymph of Mercurie , Who when bright Phaebus mounteth vp his coach , And tracks Aurora in her siluer steps , And sprinckling from the folding of her lap , White Lillies , Roses , and sweet Violets . R. Greene. — Her Angels face As the great eye of heauen shined bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place , Did neuer mortall eye behold such heauenly grace . Edm. Spencer . Not that night-wandring pale and watry starre , ( vvhen yawning dragons draw her thirsting carre From Latmus mount vp to the gloomie skie , vvhere crownd with blazing light and maiestie She proudly sits ) more ouer-rules the flood , Then she the harts of those that neere her stood . Ch. Marlow . — O Daphne is more fayre Then Angels swimming in the fluxiuyce ayre . Could Loues rich bed-chamber her two bright eyes , Lodge but two guests at once , Beautie and Mercy ▪ Beauty lyes alwayes there , did Mercy too Phaebus were then Daphne should be Transformd into a stately dignitie . Th. Dekkar . Her stature comly tall , her gate well graced , and her wit , To maruaile at , not medle with , as matchlesse I omit : A globe-like head , a gold-like haire , a forhead smooth & hie● An euen nose , on eyther side stoode out a grayish eye , Two rosie cheeks , round ruddy lips , white iust set teeth within A mouth in mean , & vnderdeath , a round & dimpled chin : Her snowish neck with blewish vaines stood bolt vpright vpon Her portly shoulders , beating balls her vained brests anon Ad more to beauty : wand-like was her middle , falling still , And rising whereas women rise , imagine nothing ill , And more , her long & limber arms had white and azurd wrist ▪ And slender fingers answer to her smooth & lilly fists , A leg in print , a prety foote , coniecture of the rest , For amorous eyes obseruing forme , think parts obscured best W. Warner . See where she issues in her beauties pompe , As Flora to salute the morning sunne : vvho when she shakes her tresses in the ayre , Raines on the earth dissolued pearle in showres , vvhich with his beames the sunne exhales to heauen : She holdes the spring and sommer in her armes , And euery plant puts on his freshest robes To dannce attendance on her princely steps , Springing and fading as she comes and goes . G. Chapman . Her hayre was loose , & bout her shoulders hung , Vpon her browes did Venus naked lye , And in her eyes did all the Graces swim . Her cheekes that showd the temper of the mind , Were beauties mornings where she euer rose , Her lyps were loues rich altars where she makes Her hart a neuer-ceasing sacrifice : Her teeth stoode like a ranke of Dians maydes vvhen naked in a secrete bower they bathe ; Her long round necke was Cupids quiuer calld , And her sweet words that flew from her , his shafts , Her soft round brests were his sole trauaild Alpes , vvhere snow that thawed with sunne did euer lye , Her fingers bounds to her rich deitie . Idem . ●n Paradise of late a Dame begun To peepe out of her bed with such a grace , As matcht the rising of the morning sunne , ●vith drops of honney falling from her face , Brighter then Phaebus fierie-pointed beames , Or ycie crust of christall frozen streames . Her hayre like Amber twisted vp in gold , Passing the pride or riches of the East , With curious knots were into trammels rould , As snary nettings for a wandring guest ; The feathers deckt her with a quaint disdaine Like Iunos byrd in pompe of spotted traine . Her shining forhead doth suppresse the starres , New lightning sparkles from her louely cheekes , Her percing sight the stroake of beauties warres , Wherewith the conquest of the world she seekes : Braue be the darts that from her eyes she throwes , When Cupid lurkes betweene her louely browes , Arabian odours breathe out of her talke , Which she betweene the pearle and Ruby breaketh , So smooth a compasse hath her tongue to walke , As makes both heauen & earth blush whē she speaketh No singing bird in all the ayre but doates , And lay theyr eares attentiue to her notes . Her necke , her shoulders , and her breasts were bare , Diana-like aboue the water smiling : No snow , Iuory , or Alablaster there , No statue of white Marble , me beguiling , But the sweet season of the yeere I found When Lillies peepe out of the grassie ground . Her other parts vnto my view denide , Much like the lampe that burnt at Psyches bed , Made such a fire into my hart to glide That loue awaked , and my body bled : O had she not so great a force to please , Desire had slept , and I had liu'd at ease . S. G. Astronomers the heauens doe deuide Into eyght houses , where the Gods remaine , All which in thy perfections doe abide , For in thy feete the Queene of silence raignes , About thy wast Ioues messenger doth dwell , Inchaunting me , as I thereat admire , And on thy duggs the Queene of loue doth tell Her godheads power in scroules of my desire : Thy beautie is the worlds eternall sunne , Thy fauours force a cowards hart to darres , And in thy hayres , Ioue and his riches wonne , Thy frownes hold Saturne , thine eyes the fixed starres . H. C. What length of verse braue Mopsus good to show ? ●hose vertues strange , & beauties such , as no man may them know . Thus shrewdly burdned thē , how can my Muse escape ? The gods must help , & precious things must serue to show her shape Like great god Saturne faire , & like faire Venus chast , As smooth as Pan as Iuno mild , like goddesse Iris gracst , With Cupid she foresees , and goes Gods Vulcans pace , And for a tast of all these gifts , she steales god Momus grace Her forhead Iacinth like , her cheekes of opall hue , Her twinckling eyes bedeckt with pearle , her lyps as Saphires blew , Her haire like crapal stone , her mouth ô heauenly wide , Her skin like burnisht gold , her hands like siluer-ore vntride : As for her parts vnknowne , which hidden sure are best , Happy be they which wil beleeue , and neuer seeke the rest . S. Phil. Sidney . O words which fall like Sommer dew on me , O breath more sweet then is the growing beane , O tongue in which all honnied licours be , O voyce that doth the Thrush in shrilnes staine , Gay haire , more gay then straw when haruest lies , Lips red and plum , as cherries ruddy side , Eyes fayre and great , like fayre great Oxes eyes , O breasts in which two white sheepe swell in pride . But thou white skin , as white as curds well prest , So smooth as Sleeke-stone like , it smooths each part , And thou deere flesh , as soft as wooll new drest , And yet as hard as Brawne made hard by art . S. Phil. Sidney . Poeticall comparisons . Beautie . As that fayre starre the messenger of morne His dewy face out of the sea doth reare , Or as the Ciprian Goddesse newly borne Of the Oceans fruitfull froth did first appeare , Such seemed they , and so theyr yellow haire , Christalline humour dropped downe apace . Edm. Spencer . As when faire Cinthia in a darksome night Is in a noyous clowde enuoloped , vvhere she may finde the substance thin and light , Breakes forth her siluer beames , and her bright head Discouers to the world discomfited : Of the poore trauailer that went astray , vvith thousand blessings she is hurried , Such was the beauty and the shining ray With which fayre Britomart gaue light vnto the day . Idem . Looke how the crowne which Ariadne wore Vpon her Iuory forhead that same day That Theseus her vnto his bridall bore , vvhen the bold Centaures made that bloody fray vvith the fierce Lapiths that did them dismay , Beeing now placed in the firmament , Through the bright heauen doth her beames display , And is vnto the starres an ornament vvhich round about her moue in order excellent , Such was the beauty of this goodly band . Idem . Euen as a stage set forth with pompe and pride , Where men doe cunning and theyr arte bestow , When curtaines be remoou'd that all did hide , Maketh by light of torch a glistering show : Or as the sunne that in a clowde did bide , vvhen that is gone , doth cleerer seeme to grow : So Bradamant when as her head was barest , Her colour and her bea●●●e seemed rarest . S. I. Harr. transl . As when fayre Ver dight in her flowrie raile , In her new coloured liuerie decks the earth , And glorious Titan spreds his sun-shine vaile To bring to passe her tender infants birth : Such was her beauty which I then possest , With whose imbracings all my youth was blest . M. Drayton . Looke how a Comet at the first appearing Drawes all mens eyes with wonder to behold it , Or as the saddest tale at suddaine hearing , ●lakes silent listning vnto him that told it , So did the blazing of my blush appeare , To maze the world , that holds such sights so deere . S. Daniell . Euen as when gaudie Nimphs pursue the chace , vvretched Ixions shaggy-footed race Incenst with sauage heate gallop a maine From steeppine-bearing mountaines to the plaine , So ran the people forth to gaze vpon her , And all that viewd her , were inamourd on her . C. Marlow . Like as an horse when he is barded haile , And feathered pannache set vpon his head , Will make him seeme more braue for to assaile The enemie , he that the troope dois lead , And pannach on his helme will set indeid : Euen so had nature to decore her face , Giuen her one top for to augment her grace . Rex . Sco. Like as a Taper burning in the darke , ( As if it threatned euery watchfull eye That burning viewes it ) makes that eye his marke , And hurles guild darts at it continually : Or as it enuyed any eye but it Should see in darknes : so my mistres beautie , From forth her secret stand my hart doth hit , And like the dart of Cephalus doth kill Her perfect louer , though she meane no ill . G. Chapman . Now as when heauen is mufled with the vapours , His long since iust diuorced wife the earth In enuy breaths , to maske his spurry tapers From the vnrich aboundance of her birth , When straight the Westerne issue of the ayre Beats with his floury wings those brats of dearth , And giues Olympus leaue to show his fayre , So fled the offended shadowes of her cheere , And shewd her pleasant countenaunce ful as cleere . Idem . Dalliance . Euen as an emptie Eagle sharpe by fast , Tires with her beake on feather , flesh and bone , Shaking her wings , deuouring all in hast , Till eyther gorge be stuft , or pray be gone , Euen so she kist his brow , his cheeke , his chin , And where she ends , she doth anew begin . W. Shakespeare . — Looke how close the Iuy doth embrace The tree or branch about the which it growes , So close the louers couched in that place , Each drawing in the breath the other blowes : But how great ioyes they found that little space , Well we may gesse , but none for certaine knowes , Such was theyr sport , so well theyr leere they couth , That oft they had two tongues within one mouth . S. I. Harr. Like as the wanton Iuie with his twine , When as the Oake his rootlesse body warmes , The straightest saplings strictly doe combine , Clipping the wood with his lasciuious armes : Such our imbraces when our sport begins , Lapt in our armes like Ledaes louely twins . M. Drayton . Euen as faire Castor when a calme begins , Beholding then his starry-tressed brother , With mirth and glee these swan-begotten twins , Presaging ioy the one imbrace the other : Thus one the other in our armes we fold , Our breasts for ioy our harts could scarcely hold . Idem . — As when Ioue at once from East to West Cast off two Eagles to discerne the fight Of this worlds centre , both his birds ioynd brest In Cynthian Delphos , since Earths nauill height : So casting off my ceaselesse thoughts to see My harts true centre , all doe meete in thee . G. Chapman . Like as a well-tunde Lute that 's tucht with skill In musicks language sweetly speaking plaine , When euery string it selfe with sound doth fill , Taking theyr times , and giuing them againe , A diapazon heard in euery straine ; So theyr affections set in keyes so like , Still fall in consort as theyr humors strike . M. Drayton . Sorrow . A downe his cheekes the teares so flowes As doth the streame of many springs : So thunder rends the clowdes in twaine , And makes a passage for the raine . M. Roydon . As through an arch the violent roring tide Out-runnes the eye that doth behold his hast , Yet in the Edie boundeth in his pride Backe to the straite that forced him so fast , In rage sent out , recald in rage being past : Euen so his sighes , his sorrowes make a saw , To push greefe on , and back the same greefe draw . W. Shakespeare . — The storme so rumbled in her breast As Eolus could neuer roare the like , And showres downe rained from her eyes so fast That all bedrent the place , till at the last Well eased they the dolour of the minde , As rage of raine doth swage the stormie wind . M. Sackuile . As in September when our yeere resignes The glorious sunne vnto the watry signes , vvhich through the clowdes lookes on the earth in scorne , The little bird yet to salute the morne Vpon the naked branches sets her foote , The leaues now lying on the mossie roote : And there a silly chiriping doth keepe , As though she faine would sing , yet faine would weepe , Praysing faire Sommer that too soone is gone , Or mourning winter , too fast comming on , In this sad plight I mourne for thy returne . M. Drayton . As when the fatall bird of augurie Seeing a stormie dismall clowde arise vvithin the South , foretells with pittious cry The weeping tempest that on suddaine hies , So the poore soule , in view of his disdaine , Began to descant on her future paine . D. Lodge . All like as Hecuba fell raging mad , vvith griefe of minde and sorrow sore oppressed , To see her Polydorus little lad By fraud of his kinsman vnkind distressed , So rau'd Olympia fayre . J. Harrington . The raging pang remained still within , That would haue burst out all at once so fast , Euen so we see the water tarry in A bottle little mouth'd and big in wast , That though you topsie-turnie turne the brim , The licour bides behind with too much hast , And with the striuing oft is in such taking , As scant a man may yet it out with shaking . Idem . Sorrow . As one that saw in Aprill or in May A pleasant garden full of fragrant flowers , Then when the earth new clad in garments gay Decks euery wood and groue with pleasant bowers , Comming againe on some Decembers day , And sees it mard with winters stormes and showers , So did the Court to Bradamant appeare , When as she saw Rogero was not there . I. Harr. As gorgious Phaebus in his first vprise , Discouering now his scarlet-coloured head , By troublous motions of the lowring skies , His glorious beames with fogs are ouer-spred So are his cheerfull browes ecclipst with sorrow , which clowd the shine of his youths smiling morrow M. Drayton . Like as when Phaebus darting forth his rayes , Glydeth along the swelling Ocean streames , And whilst one billow with another playes Reflecteth backe his bright translucent beames : Such was the conflict then betwixt our eyes ▪ Sending forth lookes as teares do fall and rise . Idem . Like to a vessell with a narrow vent , Which is fild vp with licour to the top , Although the mouth be after downeward bent , Yet is it seene not to distill a drop ; Euen thus our breast brimful with pensiue care , Stopping our tongues , with greefe we silent are . Idem . As the high Elme ( when his deare Vine hath twind Fast in her hundred armes and holds imbrast ) Beares downe to earth his spouse and darling kind If storme or cruell steele the tree downe cast , And her full grapes to nought doth bruze and grind , Spoyles his own leaues , faints , withers , dies at last , And seemes to mourne and die , not for his owne , But for the death of her that lyes orethrowne : So fell he mourning ▪ mourning for the dame Whom life and death had made for euer his . E. Fairefax . As when a foggy mist hath ouer-cast The face of heauen , and the cleere ayre ingrost , The world in darknes dwells , till that at last The watry South-wind from the Sea-bord coast Vp blowing doth disperse the vapours lost , And powres it selfe forth in a stormie showre : So the fayre Britomart hauing disclost Her cloudy care into a wrathfull stowre , The midst of greefe dissolued into vengeance powre . Edm. Spen. — As a stroke giuen on the righter eye Offends the left , euen so by simpathy Her husbands dolours made her hart vnglad , And Iudiths sorrowes made her husband sad . T. Hudson . Dissimulation . As when a wearie trauailer that straies By muddy shore of broad seauen-mouthed Nile , Vnwitting of the perilous wandring wayes Doth meete a cruell craftie Crocodile , vvhich in false greefe hiding his harmefull guile , Doth weepe full sore , and sheddeth tender teares : The foolish man that pitties all the while His mournfull plight , is swallowed vp vnwares , Forgetfull of his owne that minds anothers cares : So wept Duessa vntill euentide . Edm. Spencer . As cunning singers ere they straine on hie In loude melodious tunes theyr gentle voyce , Prepare the hearers eares to harmonie With fainings sweet , low notes , and warbles choyce : So she , not hauing yet forgot pardie Her wonted shifts and sleights in Cupids toyes , A sequence first of sighes and sobs forth cast , To breede compassion deere , then spake at last . Ed. Fairefax . As guilefull Goldsmith that by secret skill vvith golden foyle doth finely ouer-spred Some baser mettle , which commend he will Vnto the vulgar for good gold indeed , He much more goodly glosse thereon doth shed To hide his falshood , then if it were true : So hard this Idole was to be ared , That Florimell her selfe in all mens view Shee seemd to passe , so forged things do fairest shew , Edm. Spencer . As when two sunnes appeare in th' azure skie , Mounted in Phaebus Chariot fierie bright , Both darting forth faire beames to each mans eye , And both adornd with lamps of flaming light : All that behold so strange prodigious sight , Nor natures work them gesse , nor what to weene , Are rapt with wonder , and with rare affright , So stoode Sir Marinell when he had seene The semblance of this false by this faire beauties queene . Idem . Loue. As men tormented with a burning feauer Dreame that with drinke they swage their greeuous thirst , But when they wake they feele theyr thirst perseuer , And to be greater then it was at first : So shee whose thoughts frō loue sleepe could not seuer , Dreamt of that thing for which she wake did thirst : But waking , felt and found it as before , Her hope still lesse , and her desire still more . S. I. Harr. The man that dwells farre North hath sildome harme With blast of winters winde or nypping frost : The Negro sildome feeles himselfe too warme , If he abide within his natiue coast : So loue in mee a second nature is , And custome makes me thinke my woes are blisse . Tho. Watson . The Harpie byrds that did in such despight Greeue and annoy old Phineus so sore , Were chasde away by Calais in fight , And by his brother Zeth for euermore : vvho followed vntill they heard on hie , A voyce that said ; ye twins no farther flie . Phineus I am that so tormented was , My Laura heere I may a Harpie name , My thoughts and lusts be sonnes to Boreas , Which neuer ceast in following my dame , Till heauenly grace sayd vnto me at last , Leaue fond delights , and say thy loue is past . Idem . All as the greedy fisher layes his hookes Alongst the coast to catch some mighty fish , More for his gaine , then wholsome for the dish Of him that buies : euen so these sisters braue , Haue louers more then honest maydens haue ▪ Tho. Hudson . — As when mightie Macedon had wonne The Monarchie of earth , yet when he fainted , Greeu'd that no greater action could be done , And that there no more worlds was to subdue , So loues defects , loues conquerour did rue . Edm. Spencer . Looke as the faire and fiery-poynted sunne Rushing from forth a clowde bereaues our sight , Euen so the curtaine drawne , his eyes begun To winke , beeing blinded with a greater light . W. Shakespeare . Like as in furie of a dreadfull fight , Theyr fellowes being slaine , or put to flight , Poore souldiours stand with feare of death dead strooken , So at her presence all surprizd and tooken , Await the sentence of her scornefull eyes ; He whom she fauours liues , the other dies . C. Marlow . Feare . Like as a Hinde forth singled from the heard That hath escaped from a rauenous beast , Yet flies away , of her owne feete afrayd , And euery leafe that shaketh with the least Murmure of windes , her terror hath increast , So fled fayre Florimell from her vaine feare . Edm. Spencer . — He shakes aloft his Romaine blade , Which like a Faulchon towring in the skies Coucheth the foule below with his wings shade , Whose crooked beake threats , if he mount , he dies : So vnder his insulting Fauchion lyes Harmelesse Lucretia , marking what he tells , With trembling feare , as foule heares Faulchons bells . W. Shakespeare . As the poore frighted Deere that stands at gaze , Wildly determining which way to flie , Or one incompast with a winding maze , That cannot tread the way out readily , So with her selfe she growes in mutinie To liue or die which of the twaine were better , When life is sham'd , and deaths reproches better . Idem . Like as the Snayle , whose hornes being once hit , Shrinks backward in his shelly caue with paine , And there all smoothred vp in shade doth sit , Long after fearing to creepe forth againe : So at his bloody view her eyes are fled Into the deepe darke cabbins of her head . Idem . As in the night each little fierie sparke May plainly be discerned with our eyne , But when the day doth come we then shall marke That all are dampt and doe no longer shine : So kindles feare in minde which doubt made darke , Vntill my sunne in my Horizon shine . S. I. Harr. So great a terror in theyr minde was bred That straight as if with sprites they had beene skard , This way and that , confusedly they fled , And left the gates without defence or gard : As tumults often are at stage plaies bred , When false reports of sudden fits are heard : Or when the ouer-loaden seates doe cracke , One tumbling downe vpon anothers back . Idem . Like as in time of Spring the water 's warme , And crowding frogs like fishes there doe swarme , But with the smallest stone that you can cast To stirre the streame , theyr crowding staies as fast : So while Iudea was in ioyfull dayes , The constancie of them was worthy praise , For that in euery purpose ye should heare The praise of God resounding euery where : So that like burning candles they did shine , Among theyr faithfull flock , like men diuine , But looke how soone they heard of Holoferne , Theyr courage quaild , and they began to derne . T. Hudson . Of Flight . Looke how a purple flower doth fade and die That painefull ploughman cutteth vp with share , Or as the Poppies head aside doth lye When it the body can no longer beare : So did the noble Dardanello die , And with his death fild all his men with feare : As waters runne abroade that breake theyr bay So fled his souldiours , breaking theyr aray . S. I. Harr. As the swift Vre by Volgaes rolling flood Chasde through the plaine the mastife curres to-forne , Flies to the succour of some neighbour wood , And often turnes againe his dreadfull horne Against the dogs , imbrude in sweat and blood That bite not till the beast to flight returne : Or as the Moores at theyr strange tennis runne Defenst , the flying balls vnhurt to shunne , So ranne Clorinda , so her foes pursude . Ed. Fairefax . Like as a Lyon whose imperiall power A proude rebellious Vnicorne defies , To auoyd the rash assault and wrathfull stowre Of his fierce foe , him for a tree applies , And when in running in full course he spies , He slips aside , the whilst that furious beast His precious horne sought of his enemies Strikes in the stock , ne thence can be releast , But to the mighty victor yeelds a bounteous feast , With such fayre flight him Guion often foyld . Edm. Spencer . Errour . As when old father Nilus gins to swell With timely pride aboue th' Egyptian vale , His fatty waues doe fertile shine out well , And ouer-flow each plaine , and lowly dale , But when his later ebbe gins to auaile , Huge heapes of mud he leaues , wherein there breed Ten thousand kinde of creatures , partly male , And partly female , of his fruitfull seede , Such vgly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man re● Ed. Spen. compard to Errors vomit . Of Rage . As sauage Bull whom two fierce mastiues bait , When rancor doth with rage him once ingore , Forgets with warie ward them to await But with his dreadfull hornes them driues afore , Or flings aloft , or treads downe in the floore , Breathing out wrath , and bellowing disdaine , That all the forrest quakes to heare him rore , So ragde Prince Arthur twixt his foe-men twaine , That neither could his mighty puissance sustaine . Edm Spen. Looke what a noyse an heard of sauage swine Doe make , when as the Wolfe a pig doth take That doth in all theyr hearings cry and whine , Flocking about as nature hath them taught : So doe these souldiours murmure and repine To see theyr Captaine thus to mischiefe brought : And with great fury they doe set vpon him , All with one voyce , still crying on him , on him . I. Harr. As when within the soft and spungie soyle The winde doth pierce the intrailes of the earth , Where hurly bu●ly with a restlesse coyle , Shakes all the centre , wanting issue forth , Tell with the tumour townes & mountaines tremble , Euen such a meteor doth theyr rage resemble . M. Drayton . As when a Comet farre and wide descride In scorne of Phaebus midst bright heauen doth shine , And tydings sad of death and mischiefe brings , So shond the Pagan in bright armour clad , And rold his eyes . Ed. Fairefax . Like as a Bull when prickt with iealousie , He spies the riuall of his hote desire , Through all the fields doth bellow , rore , and cry , And with his thundring voyce augments his ire : And threatning battaile to the emptie skie , Teares with his horne each plant , each bush , each brier , And with his foote cast's vp his hand on hight , Defying his strong foe to deadly fight , Such was the Pagans fury , such his cry . Idem . Like as a Goshauke that in foote doth beare A trembling Culuer , hauing spyde on hight An Eagle that with plumy wings doth sheare The subtile ayre , stooping with all his might The quarry throwes to ground with fell despight , And to the battaile doth herselfe prepare : So ranne the Giantesse vnto the fight ; Her fiery eyes with furious sparks did stare , And with blasphemous bans , high God in peeces tar● Edm. Spencer . As Lyons meete , or Bulls in pastures greene With teeth and hornes , and staine with blood the field , Such eager fight these warriours was betweene , And eythers speare had peirst the others shield . I. Harr. Like as with equall rage , and equall might Two aduerse windes combate with billowes proud , And neyther yeeld , seas , skies maintaine like fight , Waue against waue opposd , and clowde to clowde , So warre both sides with obstinate despight , With like reuenge , and neither partie bowd , Fronting each other with confounding blowes , No wound one sword vnto the other owes . Sam. Daniell . With equall rage as when the Southerne-winde Meeteth in battaile through the Northerne blast , The sea and ayre to weather is resignde But clowd gainst clowd , & waue gainst waue they past : So from this skirmish neither part declind , But fought it out , and keepes theyr footings fast , And oft with furious shock together rush , And shield gainst shield , & helme gainst helme they crush . Ed. Fairefax . transl . Such was theyr furie as when Boreas teares The shattered crags from Taurus Northerne clift , Vpon theyr helmes theyr Launces long they broke , And vp to heauen flew splinters , sparks , & smoake . Idem . As when two Tygers prickt with hungers rage Haue by good fortune found some beasts fresh spoile , On which they weene theyr famine to asswage , And gaine a feastfull guerdon of theyr toyle , Both falling out , doe stirre vp strifefull broyle , And cruell battaile twixt themselues doe make , Whilst neither lets the other touch the soile But eyther sdeignes with other to pertake , So cruelly those Knights stroue for that Ladies sake . Edm. Spencer . From out his fearefull eyes two fierie beames More sharpe then poynts of needles did proceed , Shooting forth farre away two flaming streames Full of sad power that poysonous baite did breed To all that within lookt without good heede , And secretly his enemies did slay : Like as the Basiliske of Serpents seede From painfull eyes close venome doth conuay Into the lookers hart , and killeth farre away . Idem . As when a Dolphin and a Sele are met In the wide champion of the Ocean plaine , With cruell chafe theyr courages they whet , The maisterdome of each by force to gaine , And dreadfull battaile twixt them doe darraine : They snuffe , they snort , they bounce , they rage , they rore That all the Sea disturbed with theyr traine Doth frie with foame aboue the surges hore , Such was betwixt these two the troublesome vprore . Ed. Spencer . As when the fierie mounted steedes which drew The sunnes bright waine , to Phactons decay , Soone as they did the monstrous Scorpions view With vgly crapples crawling in theyr way , The sight thereof did them so sore affray , That their well knowne courses they forewent : And leading the euer-burning lampe astray , This lower world nigh all to ashes brent , And left their scorched path yet in the firmament : Such was the furie of these head-strong steedes , Soone as the infants sunlike shield they saw . Idem . Like as the cursed sonne of Theseus , That following his chace in dewie morne , To flie his stepdames loue outragious , Of his owne steedes was all to peeces torne , And his faire limbs left in the woods forlorne , That for his sake Diana did lament , And all the woodie Nimphs did waile and mourne : So was the Soldane rapt and all to rent , That of his shape appeard no little moniment . Idem . Like raging Iuno , when with knife in hand Shee threw her husbands murthered infant out , Or fell Medea when on Colchicke strand Her brothers bones she scattered round about , Or as that madding mother mongst the rout Of Bacchus priests , her owne deere flesh did teare : Yet neyther Iuno nor Medea stout , Nor all the Menades so furious were , As this bold woman when she saw the damsell there . Idem . As the heate hidden in a watry clowde , Striuing for issue with strange murmures loud , Like gunnes astuns , with round-round-rumbling thunder , Filling the ayre with noyse , the earth with wonder , So the three sisters , the three hidious rages , Raise thousand stormes , leauing th' infernall stages . I. Siluester . Pittie . Curtesie . Shee pittious nurse applyde her painfull thought To serue and nourish them that her vp-brought ; Like to the gratefull Storke , that gathereth meate , And brings it to her elders for to eate . And on a Firre-tree high , with Boreas blowne Giues life to those of whom she had her owne . Th. Hudson . As the bright sunne what time his fierie teame Toward the Westerne brim begins to draw , Gins to abate the brightnes of his beame , And feruor of his flames somewhat adaw , So did this mighty Lady when she saw Those two strange Knights such homage to her make , Bate somewhat of her maiestie and awe That whilom wont to doe so many quake , And with more milde aspect those two to entertake . Edm. Spen. As when the Southerne winde with luke-warme blast Breathing on hills where winter long had dwelt Dissolues the rocks of Ice that hung so fast , And all the new made mounts of snow doth melt : So with this gentle prayer , though spoke in hast , The damsell such an inward motion felt That suddainly her armed hart did soften , As vnto women-kinde it chaunceth often . S. I. Harr. Like as the winde stopt by some wood or hill Growes strong & fierce , teares bowes & trees in twaine , But with mild blasts more temperate gentle still Against the rocks as sea-waues murmure shrill But silent passe amid the open maine : Rinaldo so when none his force with-stood , Asswagde his furie , calmd his angry moode . Idem . Courage . As when two Rammes stird with ambitious pride Fight for the rule of the rich-fleeced flock , Theyr horned fronts so fierce on eyther side Doe meete , that with the terror of the shock Astonied , both stand sencelesse as a block Forgetfull of the hanging victorie : So stoode these twaine vnmoued as a rock , Both staring fierce , and holding ielely The broken reliques of their former crueltie . Edm. Spencer . Aboue the waues as Neptune lift his eyes To chyde the windes that Troyan ships opprest , And with his countenaunce calmd seas , winds & skies , So lookt Rinaldo when he shooke his crest . S. I. Harr. When the ayre is calme and still , as dead and deafe , And vnder heauen quakes not an Aspen leafe , When seas are calme , and thousand vessels fleet Vpon the sleeping seas with passage sweet , And when the variant wind is still and lowne The cunning Pilot neuer can be knowne ; But when the cruell storme doth threat the barke To drowne in deeps of pits infernall darke , While tossing teares both ruther , mast and saile , While mounting , seemes the azure skies to scale , While driues perforce vpon some deadly shore , There is the Pilot knowne , and not before . Th. Hudson . As a tall shippe tossed in troubled seas , Whom raging windes threatning to make theyr pray Of the rough rocks doe diuersly disease Meets two contrary billowes by the way That her on eyther side doth sore assay , And boast to swallow her in greedy graue ; Shee scorning both their spights , doth make wide way , And with her breast breaking the foamie waue , Doth ride on both their backs , and faire herselfe doth saue , So boldly he him beares . Ed. Spen. As when a shyp that flies farre vnder sayle A hidden rocke escaped hath vnwares , That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile , The Mariner yet halfe amazed stares At perrill past , and yet in doubt , ne dares To ioy at his foole-hardie ouer-sight : So doubly is distrest twixt ioy and feares The dreadlesse courage of this Elsin Knight . Edm. Spen. Maiestie . Pompe . Looke as great Cinthia in her siluer Carre Rides in her progresse round about her sphere , Whose tendance is the faire eye-dazeling starres Trooping about her Chariot , that with cleere And glorious showes makes euery eye delight To gaze vpon the beautie of the night , Clad and attended with the worlds delight , So is the Queene in maiestie brought forth . Chr. Middleton . Like trident-maced Neptune in his pride , Mounted vpon a Dolphin in a storme , Vpon the tossing billowes forth doth ride , About whose traine a thousand Tritons swarme : When Phaebus seemes to set the waues on fire , To shew his glory , and the Gods desire : Or like vnto the fiery-faced sunne , Vpon his wagon prauncing in the West , Whose blushing cheekes with flames seeme ouer-runne Whilst sweating thus he gallops to his rest : Such was the glory wherein now I stood , Which makes the Barons sweat theyr deerest blood . M. Drayton . As stately Thames inricht with many a flood And goodly riuers that haue made their graues And buried both theyr names and all theyr good vvithin his greatnes to augment his waues , Glides on with pompe of waters vnwithstood Vnto the Ocean , which his tribute craues , And layes vp all his wealth within that powre , vvhich in it selfe all greatnes doth deuoure : So flockt the mightie with theyr following traine Vnto the all-receauing Bullenbrooke . S. Daniell . Then thou on thine imperiall Chariot set Crownd with a rich imperled Coronet , Whilst the Parisian dames as thy traine past Theyr precious incense in aboundance cast : As Cynthia from the waue-embateled shrowdes Opening the west , comes streming through the clowds , With shining troopes of siluer-tresled starres Attending on her as her Torch-bearers , And all the lesser lights about her throne , With admiration stand as lookers on , Whilst she alone in height of all her pride The Queene of light along her spheare doth glide . M. Drayton . Ciuill warres . Euen like to Rheine which in his birth opprest Strangled almost with rocks and mighty hills , Workes out away to come to better rest , Warres with the Mountaines , striues against their wills , Brings forth his streames in vnitie profest Into the quiet bed he proudly fills , Carrying the greatnes which he cannot keepe , Vnto his death and buriall in the deepe : So did the worlds proude Mistres Rome at first Striue with an hard beginning , ward with neede , Forcing her strong confiners to the worst , And in her blood her greatnes first did breede : So Spaine at home with Moores ere forth it burst , Did practise long , and in it selfe did bleed : So did our state begin with her owne wounds To try her strength , ere it enlargd her bounds . Sam. Daniell . Like as an exhalation hote and dry Amongst the ayre-bred moistie vapours throwne Spetteth his lightning forth couragiously , Renting the thicke clowdes with a thunder-stone , As though the huge all-couering heauen did grone , Such is the garboyle of this conflict then , Braue Englishmen encountring Englishmen . M. Drayton . Like as a clowde foule , darke and vgly black , Threatning the earth with tempest euery howre , Now broken with a fearefull thunder-crack , Straight powreth downe his deepe earth-drenching showre , Thus for theyr wrongs now rise they vp in armes , Or to reuenge , or to amend theyr harmes . Idem . Death . Then downe he tumbled like an aged tree , High growing on the top of rockie clift , Whose hart-strings with keene steele nigh hewen be , The mighty trunck halfe rent with ragged rift , Doth rolle adowne the rocks , & falls with fearfull drift . Edm. Spencer . Or as a Castle reared high and round , By subtile engins and malicious slight Is vndermined from the lowest ground , And her foundations forst and feebled quite , At last downe falls , and with her heaped hight Her hastie ruine doth more heauie make , And yeelds it selfe vnto the victors might , Such was this Giants fall . Idem . As when two billowes in the Irish sounds Forcibly driuen with contrary tydes Doe meete together , each aback rebounds With roring rage , and dashing on all sides That filleth all the sea with foame , deuides The doubtfull current into diuers waues , So fell these two in spight of both theyr prides . Idem . Hope . Like as through Tagus faire transparent streames The wandring Marchant sees the sandy gold , Or like as Cynthias halfe obscured beames In silent night the Pilot doth behold Through mistie clowdes , and vapours manifold , So through a mirror of my hop'd for gaine , I saw the treasure which I should obtaine . ●h . Storer . Like as the sunne at one selfe time is felt With heate to harden clay , and waxe doth melt , So Amrams sacred sonne in these proiects , Made one selfe cause haue two contrary effects ; For Isaack humbly knew theyr Lord diuine , But Pharo more and more did still repine ; Like to the corpslet old , the more t is bet vvith hammer hard , more hardnes it doth get . Th. Hudson . This ill presage aduisedly she marketh , Euen as the winde is husht before it raineth , Or as the Wolfe doth grin before he barketh , Or as the berry breakes before it staineth , Or like the deadly bullet of a gunne , His meaning strooke her ere his words begun . W. Shakespeare . Astonishment . Like as the tiller of the fruitfull ground vvith suddaine storme and tempest is astonished ▪ vvho sees the flash , and heares the thunders sound , And for their maisters sake the cattell punished : Or when by hap a faire old Pine he found By force of raging wind his leaues diminished : So stood amazd the Pagan in that place , His Lady present at that wofull case . I. Harrington . Euen as a Wolfe by pinching famine led That in the field a carrion beast doth finde , On which before the doggs and Rauens haue fed , And nothing left but bones and hornes behind , Stands still and gazeth on the carkasse dead : So at this sight the Pagan Prince repind , And curseth oft , and cals himselfe a beast , For comming tardy to so rich a feast . Idem . Like to a man who walking in the grasse Vpon a Serpent suddenly doth tread , Plucks backe his foote , and turnes away his face , His colour fading pale , as he were dead : Thus he the place ▪ thus he the act doth shun , Lothing to see what he before had done . M. Drayton . Looke how the God of wisedome marbled stands Bestowing Laurell wreaths of dignitie In Delphos I le , at whose impartiall hands Hang antique scrolles of gentle Herauldry , And at his feete ensignes and trophies lie , Such was my state , whom euery man did follow , As liuing statue of the great Apollo . Th. Storer . All as the hungry winter-starued earth , vvhen she by nature labours towards her birth , Still as the day vpon the darke world creepes One blossome forth after another peepes , Till the small flower whose roote is now vnbound , Gets from the frostie prison of the ground , Spreading the leaues vnto the powrefull noone Deckt in fresh colours , smiles vpon the sunne . Neuer vnquiet care lodge in that brest Where but one thought of Rosamond did rest . M. Drayton . Courage . Like as a fire the which in hollow caue Hath long beene vnder-kept and downe supprest , With murmure as disdaine doth inly raue , And grudge in so straite prison to be prest , At last breakes forth with furious vnrest , And striues to mount vnto his natiue seate : All that did erst it hinder and molest , It now deuoures with flames and scorching heat , And carries into smoke , with rage and horror great , So mightily the Brittaine Prince him rousd Out of his hold . Edm. Spencer . As he that striues to stop a sudden flood And in strong bands his violence inclose , Forceth it swell aboue his wonted moode , And largely ouer-flows the fruitfull plaine , That all the country seemes to be a maine , And the rich furrowes flote all quite fordone , The wofull husbandman doth lowd complaine To see his whole yeeres labour lost so soone , For which to God he made so many an idle boone , So him he held , and did through might amate . Idem . Like as a Saphire hanging downe the breast A farre more orient glittering doth make , Then doth a Diamond of good request Set in a bracelet , and more glory take , Not for the vertue but the places sake . So did a clowdy saphire dimme my light , Not with his worth , but with his places height . Th. Storer . Of Adam . Thou seest no wheat Helleborus can bring , Nor barly from the madding Morrell spring , Nor bleating lambes braue lyons do not breed , That leaprous parents raise a leaprous feed . Euen so our grandsyre liuing innocent Had stockt the whole world with a saint descent . But suffering sinne in Eden him inuade , His sonnes the soones of sinne and wrath he made . I. Syluester . As done the pots that long retaines the taste Of licour , such as first was in them plaste : Or like the tree that bends his elder braunch That way where first the stroke had made his launch● So see we wolfes and beares and harts full old , Some tamenesse from their daunted youth to hold . Th. Hudson . — Loues fiery dart Could nere vnfreeze the frost of her chaste hart : But as the diamond bides the hammer strong , So she resisted all her suters long . Idem . Drunkards . The more he dranke , the more he did desire , Like to the Ocean sea , though it receaues All Nilus flouds , yet all fresh water craues From East to West , yet growes he not a graine , But still is ready for as much againe . Idem . * The staues like yce in shiuers small did flie , The splints like byrds did mount vnto the skie . M. Drayton . Ill Companie . Like as the perfect Pylot feares to runne Vpon the rocks , with singling sheet doth shunne Cydnaees straits ot Syrtes sinking sands , Or cruell Capharois with stormy strands . So wisely she dishaunted the resort Of such as were suspect of light report . Well knowing that the quaintance with the ill Corrupts the good , and though they euer still Th. Hudson . Fol. 452. * Looke how the peacocke ruffes his flanting taile , And strutts vnder his mooned canapie : And how he quiuers with his mooned saile , Yet when his lead pale legs he haps to see , With shame abates his painted iollitie . The King as proud as peacocke in his loue , Yet droupes again when words nor tears will moue . M. Drayton . Night . Looke how a bright starre shooteth from the skie , So glides he in the night from Venus eye , Which after him she darts as on a shore , Gazing vpon a late embarqued frend , Till the wild waues will haue them see no more , Whose ridges with the meeting cloudes contend . So did the mercilesse and pitchy night Fold in the obiect that did feed her sight . W. Sha. King. When as the Sun forsakes his christall spheare , How darke and vgly is the gloomy skie ? And in his place ther 's nothing well appeare , But cloudes that in his glorious circuit flie . So when a King forsakes his royall place , There still succeed oblique and darke disgrace . Ch. Middleton Looke how the day hater Mineruaes bird , Whilest priuiledged with darknes and the night : Doth liue secure himselfe of others feard , But if by chaunce discouered in the light , O how each little foule with enuy stird , Calls him to iustice , vrges him with spight , Summons the feathered flocks of all the wood , To come to scorne the tyrants of their blood , So fares the King laid open to disgrace . S. Daniell . And forth hee 's brought vnto the accomplishment , Deckt with the crowne and princely robes that day : Like as the dead in other lands are sent Vnto their graues in all their best aray . And euen like good did him this ornament . For what he brought he must not beare away , But buries there his glory and his name , Intomb'd for euermore in others blame . Idem . Companie . Remaine vpright , yet some will quarrell pike , And common brute will deeme them all alike . For looke how your companions you elect For good or ill , so shall you be suspect . Th. Hudson . Of Victorie . Like as whilome that strong Tyranthian swaine Brought forth with him the dreadfull dog of hell : Against his will fast bound in yron chaine , And roring horribly did him compell To see the hatefull sun , that he might tell To grisly Pluto what on earth was donne , And to the other damned ghoasts which dwell For aye in darknesse , which day-light doth shunne , So led he forth this captiue , and like conquest woone . Ed. Spencer . Like as in sommers day when raging heate Doth burne the earth and boyled riuers drie : That all brute beasts forste to refraine from meate Do hunt for shade where shrowded they may lie . And missing it , faine from themselues to flie All trauailers tormented are with paine : A mightie cloud doth ouercast the skie , And powreth forth a suddaine showre of raine , That all the wretched world recomforteth againe . So did the warlike Britomart restore The prize of knights of mayden-head that day . Idem . As when a troupe of haruest thrifty swaines With cutting sythes earth ripened riches mowes , Whole sheaues of corne lye strowen vpon the plaines . So fall the Scots before the conquering foes . D. Lodge . Death . On Appenine like as a sturdy tree Against the windes that makes resistance stout : If with a storme it ouerturned bee , Falles downe and breakes the trees and plants about : So Latine fell , and with him felled hee , And slew the nearest of the Pagan rout . Ed. Fairfax . Like as the sacred oxe that carelesse stands With gilden hornes and flowry girlonds crownd : Proud of his dying honour and deare bands , Whilest Theaters fume with frankensence around , All suddenly with mortall stroke astoind , Doth grouelling fall , and with his steaming gore Distaines the pillers and the holy ground . And the faire flowers that decked him afore , So fell proud Marinell vpon the precious shore . Ed. Spencer . Like as a shippe whom cruell tempest driues Vpon a rocke with horrible dismay , Her shattered ribbes in thousand peeces riues , And spoyling all her geares and goodly ray , Does make her selfe misfortunes piteous pray . So downe the cliffe the wretched giant tombled . Idem . Like an autumall starre which ruddy doth foreshewe Some death , some pestilence , some bloudy ouerthrowe He buskles with his foe , the assailant he assaults , And resolute he markes his arrowes weake defaults . Then entring in betweene his brest plate and his bases , He seeks his sinful soule , there finds , & thence it chases . I. Syl. Fight . Like as two mastiffe dogs with hungry iawes , Mou'd first to hate , from hate to raging ire : Approach with grinning teeth and grisly iawes , With staring eyes as red as flaming fire . At last they bite and scratch with teeth and clawes , Tearing themselues , and trembling in the mire . So after biting and reproachfull words , Sarcapant and Rinaldo drew their swords . Ed. Spencer . Like as an exhalation hot and drie , Amongst the aire bred moisty vapours throwne Spilleth his lightening forth couragiously , Renting the thick clouds with a thunder-stone , As though the huge all couering heauen did grone . Such is the garboyle of this conflict then , Braue English men encountring English men . M. Drayton . Like as ye see the wallowing sea to striue Flood after flood , and waue with waue to driue : Thē waues with waues , thē floods with floods to chace , And eft returnes vnto their former place . Or like the crops of corne in midst of May , ( Blowne vp with westerne wind ) aside do sway , Both too and fro as force doth them constraine , And yet their tops redresseth vp againe . So whiles the Sirians are by Medes displaced , And whiles the Medes by Syrians are rechaced . Th. Hudson . Like as a puttock hauing spied in sight A gentle faulchon sitting on a hill , Whose other wing now made vnmeet for flight , Was lately broken by some fortune ill . The foolish kite led with licentious will , Doth beat vpon the gentle byrd in vaine , With many idle stoopes her troubling still . Euen so did Radagond with bootlesse paine , Annoy this noble knight , and sorely him constraine . Ed. Spencer . Euen as an Eagle that espies from hie , Among the hearbes a partie coloured snake : Or on a banke sunning her selfe to lie , Casting the elder skin , anew to make Lies houering warily till she may spie Aduantage sure the venomd worme to take : Then takes him by the backe and beats her wings , Maugre the poyson of his forked stings , So doth Rogero both with sword and speare , The cruell monster warily assaile . S. I. Harr. Like as a mountaine or a cape of land , Assaild with stormes , and sailes on euery side Doth vnremoued stedfast still withstand , Storme , thunder , lightning , tempest , wind and tide . The Souldan so withstood Latinus band . Ed. Fairfax . So thicke flew flouds and darts that no man sees The azurde heauens , the sunne his brightnes lost : The cloudes of weapons like to swarmes of bees Met in the aire , and there each other crost . And looke how falling leaues drop downe from trees When the moyst sappe is mixt with liuely frost , Or apples in strong windes from braunches fall , The Sarazens so tumbled from the wall . Idem . As when a windy tempest bloweth hie , That nothing may withstand his stormy stowre , The cloudes as things afraid before him flie , But all so soone as his outragious power Is laid , they fairly then begin to showre , And as in storme of his spent stormy spight , Now all at once their malice forth do powre . So did Sir Guion beare himselfe in fight , And suffered rash Pirrocles want his idle might . Ed. Spencer . As Eagle fresh out of the Ocean waue , Where he hath left his plumes all hoary gray , And deckt himselfe with feathers youthly gay , Like Eyas hauke vpmounting to the skies , His newly budded pinions to assay , And maruells at himselfe still as he flies , So new , this newborne knight to battle did arise . Idem . As gentle shepheard in sweete euen-tide , When ruddy Phoebus gins to walke in west , He on an hill his flocke to viewen wide , Markes which do bite his heartie supper best . A cloud of combrous gnats do him molest , All striuing to infixe their feeble stings , That from their noyance , he no where can rest , But with his clownish hands their tender wings He brusheth off , and oft doth marre their murmurings . Ed. Sp. — They him espying , both with greedie force At once vpon him ranne , and him beset With stroakes of mortall steele , without remorse , And on his shield like Iron sledges bet , As when a Beare and Tigre being met , In cruell fight on Libicke Ocean wide , Espide a traueller with feet surbet , Whom they in equall pray hope to deuide , They stint their strife , and him assaile on euery side . Ed. Spencer . Of noise . Clamour . As great a noise as when in Cymbrian plaine , An heard of bulls , whom kindly rage doth sting , Do for the milky mothers want complaine , And fill the fields with troublous bellowing , The neighbor woods around with hollow murmuring . Ed. Sp. As when the shapelesse huge Leuiaethan Hath thrust himselfe vpon the sandie shore , Where ( monsterlike ) affrighting euery man , He belloweth out a fearefull deadly rore . Euen such a Clamour through the aire doth thunder , The dolefull presage of some fearefull wonder . M. Drayton . Ioy. Much like as when the beaten marriner That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide , Oft sow'st in swelling Tethis saltish teare , And Long time hauing tamde his tawnie hide , With blustering breath of heauen that none can bide , And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound , Soone as the port from far he hath espide , His chearefull whistle merily doth sound , And Nereus crownes with cups , his mates him pledge around , Such Ioy made Vna when her knight she found . Ed. Spencer . Looke how a troupe of winter prisoned dames , Pent in the inclosure of the walled townes , Welcomes the spring vsher to sommers flames , Making their pas●imes on the flowry downes , Whose beautious Arras wrought in natures frames , Through eies admire , the heart with wonder crownes . So these wood-walled citizens at sea , Welcome be both spring and sommer in a day . I. Markham . Like as a ship with dreadfull storme long tost , Hauing spent all her masts and her ground hold , Now farre from harbour , like to be lost , At last some fisher barke doth neare betold , That giueth comfort to her courage cold : Such was the state of this most knight . Ed. Spencer . Pollicie . As when to purge excessiue moist descending , From Saturns spheare , or else superfluous heate , Ioue stird vp by Mars ( common good entending ) Sends lightning flash to lay their angry threate . So wiser heads that knew the scourge of warre , Sought sooth fast meanes to mitigate the iarre . D. Lodge . As when a skilfull marriner doth read A storme approaching that doth perill threate , He will not bide the danger of such dread , Bur strikes his sailes and vereth his manisheat , And lends vnto it leaue the emptie aire to beate : So did the faiery knight himselfe abeare . Ed. Spencer . As Pilot well expert in perillous waue , That to a steadfast starre his course hath bent , When foggy mists or cloudie tempests haue , The faithfull light of that faire lampy blent , And couered heauen with hidious dreriment , Vpon his card and compasse formes his eie , The maisters of his long experiment . And to them does the steddie helme applie , Bidding his winged vessell fairely forward flie . So Guion . Ed. Spencer . Labour . Like as ye see sometimes the honey bees , Exerce themselues on buds of sweetest tree , Where they sometime assault the buzzing waspe , That come too neare , their flames away to claspe . Or when they honey draw from smelling time , Or from the palme or roses of the prime , And how they draw their waxe with wondrous art , Obseruing ioynture iust in euery part : Both vp and downe , they build ten thousand shops , With equall space fulfild vp to the tops . Or where the maister Bee of thousand bands , Conducts the rest in legions through the lands , Who daily keepes within their Citie wall , Their house , their worke , their lawes , and maners all . So thus the sonnes of Iacob plide their paine , With whole desire their quarell to sustaine . Th. Hudson . As do those Emmets that in sommer tide Come out in swarmes their houses to prouide , In haruest time ( their toile may best be seene , In pathes where they their carriage bring betweene , The sicke and old at home do keepe the score , And ouer grainell great they take the charge , Oft turning corne within a chamber large , ( When it is dight ) least it do sprout or seed , Or come againe , or we eulls in it breed . While the Armorers with armour hard and great , On studies strong the sturdie steele do beate , And makes thereof , a corpslet or a Iacke , Sometime a helme , sometime a mace doth make , Whiles shepheards they enarme vnvsde to danger , Whiles simple heards , & whiles the wandring stranger The tilling culter then a speare was made , The crooked Sithe became an euened blade : The people foode forgets , no ease they take , Some on an horse , some on his proper backe , Some on a cart , some on a camell beares Corne , wine , and flesh , to serue for many yeares . Th. Hudson . Warre . Like to a riuer that is stopt his course , Doth violate his bankes , breakes his owne head . Destroyes his bounds , and ouerruns by force The neighbour fieldes , in regularly spread . Euen so this sudden stop of Warre doth nurse Home toiles within it selfe from others lead , So daungerous the chaunge thereof is tried , Ere mindes come soft , or otherwise imploide . S. Daniell . Astonishment As when the mast of some well timbred hulke , Is with the blast of some outragious storme Blowne downe , it shakes the bottome of the bulke , And makes her ribs to cracke as they were torne , Whil'st still she stands astonisht and forlorne : So was he stound with stroake of her huge taile . Ed. Spencer . — Lying still a while both did forget , The perillous present stownd wherein their liues were set , As when two warlike brigandines at sea , With murdrous weapons armd in cruell fight , Do meete together on the watrie Lea. They stem each other with so fell despight , That with the shocke of their owne heedlesse might , Their woodden ribs are shaken right asunder . They which from shore behold the dreadfull fight Of flashing fier , and here the Ordinance thunder , So greatly stand amaz'd of such vnwonted wonder . Ed. Spencer . Care of children . All as the painefull ploughman plies his toile , With share and culter shearing through the soile That costs him deare , and ditches it about , Or crops his hedge to make it vndersprout , And neuer staies to ward it from the weede , But most respects to sowe therein good seede : To th' end when sommer decks the medowes plaine , He may haue recompence of costs and paine . Or like the maide , who carefull is to keepe The budding flowre , that first begins to peepe Out of the knop , and waters it full oft , To make it seemely shew the head aloft , That it may ( when she drawes it from the stocks ) Adorne her gorget white , and golden locks . So wise Merari all his studie stild , To fashion well the maners of his child . Th. Hudson . Libertie . Like to a Lion that escapes his bownds , Hauing bene long restraind his vse to stray , Raunges the restlesse woods , staies on no ground . Riots with bloudshed , wantons with his pray , Seekes not for need , but in his pride to wound , Glorying to see his strength , and what he may . So this vnbridled King , freed of his feares , In libertie himselfe vnwildly beares . S. Daniell . * Like as the hauke which soareth in the skie , And climes aloft for solace of her wing , The greater gate she getteth vp on hie , The truer stoope she makes to any thing : So shall you see my muse by wandring , Find out at last the right and ready way , And keepe it sure , though erst it went astray . G. Gascoigne . * Like as the ship that through the Ocean wide Directs her course , vnto one certaine coast , Is met with many a counterwind and tide , With which her winged speed is let and crost . And she her selfe in stormie surges lost . Yet making many a boord and many a bay , Still winneth way , and hath her compast lost . Right so it fares with me in this long way , Whose course is often staid , yet neuer is astray . Ed. Spencer . * — As she was looking in a glasse , She sawe therein a mans face looking on her : Whereat she started from the frighted glasse , As if some monstrous serpent had bene shewen her : Rising as when the sunne in Leo signe , Auriga with the heauenly goale vpon her , Shewes her hornd head , with her kids diuine . Whose rise kils vines , heauens face with stormes disguising , No man is safe at sea , the Haedy rising . So straight wrapt she her body in a cloude , And threatned tempest for her high disgrace , Shame from a bowre of Roses did vnshrowde , And spread her crimson wings vpon her face . G. Chapman . Multitude . Like when some mastiffe whelpe disposd to play , A whole confused heard of beests doth chase , Which with one vile consent runne all away , If any hardier then the rest in place . But turne the head that idle feare to stay , Backe strait the daunted chacer turnes his face : And all the rest with bold example led , As fast runne on him as before they fled . So with this bold opposer rushes on This many headed monster multitude . S. Daniell . As when the daughter of Thaumantes faire Hath in a watry cloud displaied wide Her goodly bowe which paints the liquid aire , That all men wonder at her colours pride : All suddenly ere one can looke aside , The glorious picture vanisheth away , Ne any token doth thereof abide . So did this Ladies goodly forme decay , And into nothing goe , ere one could it bewray . Ed. Spencer . Beautie . Like as a tender Rose in open plaine , That with vntimely drought nigh withered was And hung the head ; soone as fewe drops of raine Thereon distill and deaw her daintie face , Gins to looke vp , and with fresh counted grace Dispreds the glory of her leaues gaye , Such was Iraenas countenance , such her grace . Idem . Like as the wind and tide when they do meet ▪ With enuious oppositions do affright The lesser streames running for to regreet The Ocean Empire , so do these two fight , One labours to bring all things to his will , The other cares for to preuent that ill . Ch. Middleton . Descriptions of Pallaces , Castles , &c. A stately Pallace built of squared bricke , Which cunningly was without morter laid , Whose walles were high , but nothing strong nor thick , And golden foyle all ouer them displaid . That purest skie with brightnesse they dismaid , High lifted vp were many lofty towres , And goodly galleries farre ouerlaid : Full of fayre windowes and delightfull bowres , And on the top a dyall told the timely howres . Ed. Sp. The soueraigne Castels of the rocky yle , Wherein Penelope the Princes lay : Shone with a thousand lampes , which did exile The dimme darke shades , and turnd the night to day . Not Ioues blew tent what time the sunny ray Behind the bulwarke of the earth retires , Is seene to sparkle with more sprinkling fires . I. Dauies . Logistillaes Castle . — Such a Castle that in stately showe And costly substance others all surmounted : The valew of the walles cannot man knowe , Except he first vpon the same had mounted . Men haue not Iewels of such price belowe , Diamonds are to these but drosse accounted . Pearles are but pelfe , and Rubies all are rotten Where stones of such rare vertue can be gotten . These walles are built of stones of so great price , All other vnto these come far behinde , In these men see the vertue and the vice That cleaueth to the inward soule and minde , As neither flattering praises shall him blinde With tickling words nor vndeserued blame , With forged faults shal worke him any shame : From hence doth come the euerlasting light , That may with Phaebus beames so cleare compare , That when the Sunne is downe there is no night With those that with those Iewels stored are . These gems do teach vs to discerne aright . These gems are wrought with workemanship so rare , That hard it were to make true estimation Which is more hard the substance or the fashion . On arches raisd of Porphorie passing hie , Were gardens faire , and pleasant to the eie . So hie , that to ascend them seemd a paine , Fewe found so rare below vpon a plaine . Sweet smelling trees in order standing bee , With Fountaines watering them in stead of raine , Which doth the same so naturally nourish , As all the yeare both flowers and fruites do flourish . No weeds or fruitlesse trees are in this place , But hearbes whose vertues are of chiefest price , As soueraigne sage , and thrift , and hearbes of grace , And Tyme , which well bestowed maketh wise : And lowly patience proud thoughts to abase , And harts ease that can neuer grow with vice . These are the hearbes that in this garden grew , Whose vertues to their beauties still renew . S. I. H. — She then led vp to the castle wall That was so hie as foe might not it clime ▪ And all so faire and sensible withall , Not built of bricke , ne yet of stone and lime , But of thing like to that Egyptian slime . Whereof King Nine whilom built Babell towne , The frame thereof seemd party circuler , And part tryangulare , ô worke diuine , Those two the first and last proportions are , The one imperfect mortall feminine , The other immortall , perfect masculine . And twixt them both , a quadrate was the base , Proportioned equally by seuen and nine : Nine was the circle set in heauens place , All which compacted , made a goodly Diapaze . Ed. Spencer . Vp to a stately Turret she them led , Ascending by ten steps of Alablaster wrought . That Turrets frame most admirable was , Like highest heauen compassed around : And lifted hie aboue this earthly masse , Which it suruewd as hills do lower ground , But on ground , mote not like to this be found . Not that which Antique Camus whilom built In Thebes , which Alexander did confound . Nor that proud towne of Troy though richly guilt , From which young Herods blood by cruel Greeks was spilt , The roofe thereof was arched ouer head : And deckt with flowres and arbors daintily , Two goodly beacons , set in watches stead , Therein gaue light and flam'd continually : For they of liuing fier most subtilly Were made and set in siluer socketts bright : Couered with lids deuizde of substance , That readily they shut and open might , O who can tell the praises of this makers might ? Idem . Faire roome the presence of sweet Beauties pride , The place the sunne vpon the earth did hold : When Phaethon his chariot did misguide , The towne where Ioue raind downe himselfe in gold , O if Elizium be aboue the ground , Then here it is where nought but ioy is found . Th. Nashe . Loe Colin here the place whose pleasant sight From other shades hath weand my wandring minde : Tell me what wanteth here to worke delight ? The simple aire , the gentle warbling winde , So calme , so coole , as no where els I finde : The grassie ground with daintie daizies dight , The bramble bush where byrds of euery kinde , To the waters fall , their tunes attemper right . Ed. Spencer . In little time these Ladies found A groue with euery pleasure crownd : At whose sweet entry did resound A ford , that flowred that holy ground , From thence the sweet breath'd windes conuay Odours from euery mirtle spray , And other flowers : to whose aray A hundred Harpes and Timbrels play All pleasures study can inuent , The Dames eares instantly present : Voyces in all sorts different , The foure parts and the Diapent . G. Chapman . — On the other side a pleasant groue Was shot vp hie , full of the stately tree , That dedicated is to Olympicke Ioue : And to his sonne Alcides , when as he Gaind in Nemea goodly victorie : Therein the merry byrds of euery sort Chaunted aloud their chearfull harmonie . And made amongst themselues a sweet consent , That quickened the dull sprites with musicall consent . Ed. Spencer . Vpon this mount there stood a stately groue , Whose reaching armes to clip the welkin stroue , Of tufted Cedars and the braunching Pine , Whose bushy tops themselues do so intwine , As seemd when nature first this worke begunne . She then conspirde against the piercing Sunne . Vnder whose couert ( thus diuinely made ) Phebus greene lawrell flourisht in the shade . Faire Venus mirtle , Mars his warlike firrhe , Mineruaes Oliue , and the weeping mirrhe . The patient Palme which striues in spight of hate , The Poplar to Alcides consecrate . Which nature in such order had disposed , And therewithall their goodly workes enclosed : As seru'd for hangings and rich tapestry , To bewtifie this stately gallery . M. Drayton . So faire a church as this had Venus none , The walles were of discoulered Iasper stone : Wherein was Proteus caru'd , and ouer hed A liuely vine of green-sea-aggat spred : Where by one hand light-headed Bacchus hung , And with the other wine from grapes out-wrung Of christal shining faire the pauement was , The Towne of Sestos call'd it Venus glasse . There might you see the Gods in sundry shapes , Committing heddy ryots , incests , rapes . For vnderneath this radiant flower Was Danaes statue in a brazen Tower. Ioue slily stealing from his sisters bed , To dally with Idalian Ganymede . And for his loue Europa bellowing loud , And tumbling with the Rain-bow in a cloud . Blood-quaffing Mars hauing the yron net , With limping Vulcan and his Cyclops set . Loue kindling fier to burne such fiers as Troy , Syluanus weeping for the louely boy , That now is turned into a Cypresse tree , Vnder whose shade the wood-gods loue to bee . Ch. Marlowe . Not that Colossus reared vp in Rhodes , Nor hanging gardens houering in the skie : Nor all the wonderous mansions and abodes In Egypt , Lemnos , or in Italy . Either for riches , cunning , or expence , Might match this Labyrinth for excellence . D. Lodge . — Art striuing to compare With nature , did an arbor greene dispred : Framed of wanton yuie , flowring faire , Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spred His pricking armes entraild with Roses red , Which daintie odours round about them threw , And all within with flowers was garnished : That when mild Zephirus amongst them blew , Did breath out bountious smelles and painted colour shew . Ed. Sp. The Tower of Beautie whence alone did flowe More heauenly streames then former age had seene . Taking their current from that learned hill , Where lodge the brothers of admire and skil . Amongst the sommer blossomes of their bowes , A thousand seuerall coloured byrds was set : Who mou'd ( as seem'd ) by charitable vowes Of excellent compassion , euer wet With honourable teares ( for Fates allowes That sensible from sencelesse still shall set Modells of pitie ) learne there with melodie To cheare mens minde foredone with miserie . I. Markham . — He leads him to rhe highest mount , That blood-red billowes like a walled front On either side disparted with his rod , Till that his army dry foot through them yode Dwelt fortie dayes vpon ; where writ in stone With bloudy letters by the hand of God , The bitter doombe of death and balefull mone He did receiue whiles flashing fire about him shonne . Or like that sacred hill whose head full hie Adornd with fruitfull Oliues all around , Is , as it were for endlesse memorie Of that deare Lord , who oft thereon was found , For euer with a flowring garlond crownd . Or like that pleasant mount that is for aye , Through famous Poets verse each where renownd : On which the thrice three learned Ladies play , Their heauenly notes , and make full many a louely lay . Ed. Spencer . Right in the middest of the paradize There stood a stately mount , on whose round top A gloomy groue of mirtle trees did rise : Whose shady bowes sharpe steele did neuer lop , Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop . But like a girlond compassed the height , And from their fruitfull sides sweet gumme did drop : That all the ground with pretious deaw bedight , Threw forth most dainty Odors & most sweet delight . And in the thickest couert of that shade , There was a pleasant arbor , not by art , But of the trees owne inclination made . Which knitting their ranke braunches part to part : With wand in yuie twine intraild a thwart , And Eglantine and Caprifoile among : Fashion'd aboue within their inmost part , That neither Phaebus beams could through them thrōg , Nor Aeolus sharp blast could worke them any wrong . Idem . It was an hill plac't in an open plaine , That round about was bordered with a wood Of matchlesse height , that seemd th' earth disdaine : In which all trees of honour stately stood , And did all winter , as in sommer bud , Spreading pauilions for the birds to bowre , Within their lower braunches sung aloud , And in the tops , the soaring haukes did towre , Sitting like King of fowles in maiestie and power , And at the foote thereof , a gentle floud His siluer waues did softly tumble downe , Vnmard with ragged mosse of filthy mud . Ne mote wild beasts , ne mote the ruder clowne Thereto approach , ne filth mote therein drowne , But Nymphes and Fairies by the bankes did sit In the woods shade , which did the waters crowne , Keeping all noisome things away from it , And to the waters fall tuning their accents fit . And on the toppe thereof a spacious plaine , Did spread it selfe to serue to all delight , Either to daunce when they to daunce would faine , Or else to course about their bases light . Ne ought there wanted which for pleasure might Desired be , or thence to banish bale , So pleasantly the hill with equall height , Did seeme to ouerlooke the lowly vale . Therefore it rightly cleped was , Mount Acidale . They say that Venus when she did dispose Her selfe to pleasance , vied to resort Vnto this place , and therein to repose And rest her selfe as in a gladsome port , Or with the graces there to play and sport . Ed. Spencer . It was a chosen plot of fertile land Amongst the wild waues set like a litle nest , As if it had by natures cunning hand Bene choicely picked out from all the rest , And laid forth for ensample of the best . No daintie flower nor hearbe that growes on ground , No arboret with painted blossomes drest , And smelling sweete , but there it might be found To bud out faire , & her sweet smels throw all around . No tree whose braunches did not brauely spring , No braunch wherein a fine bird did not sit , No bird but did her shrill notes euer sing , No song but did containe a louely dit . Trees , braunches , birds , and songs were framed fit , For to allure fraile minds to carelesse ease . Idem . Groaue . A sandy Groaue not farre away they spide , That promisd aid the tempest to withstand , Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride , Did spread so broade , that heauens light did hide . Not pierceable with power of any starre , And all within were pathes and allies wide , With footing worne , and leading inward farre . Ed. Spencer . The porch was all of Porphyrie and Tutch , In which the sumptuous building raised was : With Images that seem'd to moue , see , touch . Some hewd in stone , some caru'd in round cut brasse . Also within the beauty was as much , Vnder a stately arch they strait did passe Vnto a court that good proportion bare , And was each way one hundred cubits square . Each of these sides a porch had passing faire , That with an arch is into colours placed : Of equall sise they seemed euery paire , Yet sundry workes with them they better graced . At each of these a wide large easie staire , Without the which all buildings are defaced . And those same staires so lately mounting , led Each to a chamber richly furnished . The colours hie , the chaplets gilt with gold , The cornishes inricht with things of cost : The marbles set from farre , and dearly sold , By cunning workemen carued and embost With Images and Antiques new and old . Though now the night thereof concealed most , Shew that that worke so rich beyond all measure , Could scant be builded with a Princes treasure . But nothing did so much the sight inrich , As did the plenteous fountaine that did stand Iust placed in the middle , vnder which The Pages spred a Table out of hand , And brought forth napery rich , and plate more rich : And meats the choysest of the sea or land . For though the house had stately roomes full many , Yet in the sommer this was best of any , This fountaine was by curious workemen brought To answere to the rest with double square , Eight female statues of white marble wrought , With their left hands an azure skie vpbare , With raining still expelled heate and drought From all that vnder it or neare it are . In these right hands was Amaltheas horne , By euery one of those eight statures borne . Each of those statues rested both their feete , Vpon two Images of men belowe , That seemd delighted with the noise so sweete , That from the water came that there did flowe , Also they seemd the Ladies lowly greete , As though they did their names and vertues knowe . In all their hands they held long scrowles of writings , Of their owne pennings , and their owne endightings : And in faire golden letters were their names , Both of the women wrought and of the men . The women were eight chaste and sober dames That now do liue , but were vnborne as then , The men were Poets , that their worthy fames In time to come , should praise with learned pen. These Images bare vp a brazen tressell , On which there stood a large white marble vessell : This tooke the water from that Azure skie , From whence with turning of some cocke or vice , Great store of water would mount vpon hie , And wet all that same court euen in a trice . S. I. Harrington . — When many a weary step Had brought vs to the top of yonder mount , Milde Zephirus embrac'd vs in his armes , And in a cloude of sweete and rich perfumes , Cast vs into the lap of that greene meade , Whose bosome stucke with purple Violets , Halfe budded Lillies , and yoong Musk-rose trees , About whose waste the amorous woodbine twines , Whilst they seeme maidens in a louers armes , There on the curled forehead of a banke , That sweld with camomill , ouer whose bewtie A wanton Hyacinth held downe his head , And by the winds helpe oft stole may abide , He sate vs downe , and thus we did ariue . Th. Dekkar . Description of Seas , VVaters , Riuers , &c. The fertile Nile which creatures new doth foame , Long Rhodanus whose sourse springs from the skie , Faire Ister flowing from the mountaines hie , Diuine Scamander purpled yet with blood Of Greekes and Troians which therein did lie : Pactolus glistering with his golden flood , And Tigris fierce , whose streames of none may be withstood . Ed. Spencer . Great Ganges and immortall Euphrates , Deepe Indus , and Meander intricate , Slowe Peneus and tempestuous Phasides , Swift Rhene , and Alpheus still immaculate , Oraxes feared for great Cyrus fate , Tibris renowned for the Romains name . Idem . The Cydnus streame ( who for his siluer flood , Esteemd a King ) ran now with humane blood . Th. Hudson . — Beside their trickled softly downe A gentle streame , whose murmuring waue did play Amongst the pumy stones and made a sound To lull himselfe a sleepe that by it lay . The wearie traueller wandring that way , Therein did often quench his thirstie heate , And then by it his wearie limmes display , Whiles creeping slumber made him to forget His former paine , and wipe away his toylsome sweate . Ed. Spencer . Faire Danubie is praisd for being wide , Nylus commended for his seuenfold head , Euphrates for the swiftnesse of the tide , And for the garden whence his course is lead , The bankes of Rhene with wines are ouerspread . Take Loyre and Po , yet all may not compare With English Thamesis for building rare . Th. Storer . Great Nylus land where raine doth neuer fall . Th. Hudson . Anon he stalketh with an easie stride , By some cleare Riuers lillie paued side , Whose sands pure gold , whose pibbles precious gems , And liquid siluer all the curling streams : Whose chiding murmure mazing in and out , With Christall cesterns , moates a meade about . And th'artlesse bridges ouerthwart this torrent , Are Rocks selfe-arched by the eating current . Or louing palmes , whose lustie females willing , Their marrow-boiling loues to be fulfilling , And reach their husband trees on th' other bankes , Bow their stiffe necks , and serue for passing plankes . I. Syluester . Description of Seas , waters , Riuers , &c. I walkt along a streame for purenesse rare , Brighter then sun-shine , for it did acquaint The dullest sight with all the glorious pray , That in the pibble paued chanell lay . No molten Christall , but a Richer mine , Euen natures rarest alchumie ran there , Diamonds resolud , and substance more diuine , Through whose bright gliding current might appeare A thousand naked Nymphes , whose yuorie shine , Enameling the bankes , made them more deare Then euer was that glorious Pallas gate , Where the day-shining sunne in triumph sate . Vpon this brim the Eglantine and Rose , The Tamoriscke , Oliue , and the Almond tree , As kind companions in one vnion growes , Folding their twindring armes as oft we see , Turtle taught louers either other close , Lending to dulnesse , feeling Sympathie . And as a costly vallance ore a bed , So did their garland tops the brooke orespred : Their leaues that differed both in shape and showe , ( Though all were greene ) yet difference such in greene Like to the checkered bent of Iris bowe , Prided the running maine as it had beene . Ch. Marlowe . — In that meade proud making grasse , A Riuer like to liquid glasse , Did with such soundfull murmure passe , That with the same it wanton was . Hard by this brooke a Pine had seat , With goodly furniture compleat : To make the place in state more great , And lesning the the inflaming heat , Which was with leaues so bewtified , And spred his brest so thicke and wide , That all the Sunnes estraunged pride , Sustaind repulse on euery side . G. Chapman . The well of life , to life can dead restore , And gilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away : Those that with sicknes were infected sore , It could recure , and ages long decay Renew , as it were borne that very day . Both Silo this and Iordan did excell , And the English Bath , and eke the Germaine Spanie , Ne can Cephise nor Hebrus match this well . Ed. Spencer . Rich Oranochie though but knowne of late , And that huge Riuer which doth beare his name Of warlike Amazons , which do possesse the same . Idem . — With the murmuring cadence of the waue , Which made a prettie wrangling as it went : Chiding the bankes which no more limit gaue , There ioynd their wel-rund throats with such consent , That euen mad griefe at sight thereof grew graue , And as inchanted , staid from languishment . Prouing , then their delight was neuer greater , And griefe how much the more , so much the better . I. Markham . — Laid at ease a cubit from the ground , Vpon a Iasper fringd with Iuie round . Pu●fled with waues , thick thrumbd with mossie rushes , He falls a sleep fast by a silent riuer , Whose captiue streames through crooked pipes still rushing , Make sweeter musicke with their gentle gushing . Then now at Tiuoli , th' Hydrantike brawle , Of rich Ferraras stately Cardinall , Or C●esibes rare engines , framed there Whereas they made of Ibis , Iupiter . I. Syluester . Proper Epithites and Adiuncts to diuers things . Of Trees , and Hearbes . The sayling Pine , the Cedar proud and tall , The Vine-prop Elme , the Poplar neuer drie , The builder Oake , sole king of Forrests all , The Aspine good for staues , the Cypresse funerall . The Lawrell meed of mighty conquerours , And Poets sage , the Firrhe that weepeth stil , The Willow worne of forlorne paramours . The Eughe obedient to the benders wil , The Birch for shafts , the Sallow for the mil. The Mirrhe sweet bleeding in the bitter wound , The warlike Beech , the Ash for nothing il . The fruitfull Oliue , and the Platane round , The carued Holme , the Maple seldom inward sound . Ed. Spencer . Downe came the sacred Palmes , the Ashes wilde , The funerall Cypresse , Holly euer greene : The weeping Firre , thick Beech , and sayling Pine , The maried Elme fell with his fruitful Vine . The shooter Eughe , the broad leau'd Sycamore , The barraine Plataine , and the Walnut found , The Mirrhe that her fowle sin doth stil deplore : The Alder owner of all watrish ground , Sweet Iuniper whose shadow hurteth sore , Proud Cedar , Oake , the king of Forrests crownd . Ed. Fairfax . Transl . Behold fond Boy this Rozen weeping Pine , This mournful Larix , dropping Turpentine . This mounting Teda , thus with tempests torne , With Inkie teares continually to mourne . M. Drayton . Alcides speckled Poplar tree , The Palmes that Monarchs do obtaine , With loue-iuice staind the Mulbery , The fruite that deawes the Poets braine . And Phillis Philbert there away , Comparde with Mirtle and the Bay. The tree that Coffins doth adorne , With stately height threatning the skie , And for the bed of loue forlorne . The black and dolful Ebonie . All in a circle compact are , Like to an Amphitheater . Math. Roydon . The Spartane Mirtle whence sweet gums do flow , The purple Hyacinth and fresh Costmary , And Saffron sought , for in Cicilian soile , Lawrel , the ornament of Phaebus toile . Fresh Rododaphne and the Sabine flowre , Matching the wealth of the auncient Frankensence : And pallid Ivie building his owne bowre , And Boxe yet mindfull of his old offence : Red Amaranthus lucklesse paramour : Oxeye still greene and bitter patience . Ne wants there pale Narcisse , that in a well Seeing his beautie , in loue with it fell . Ed. Spencer . Mirtle's due to Venus , greene Lawrell due to Apollo , Corn to the lady Ceres , ripe grapes to the yōg mery Bacchus . Poplar to Alcides , and Oliues vnto Minerua ▪ Gentle Amarāthus thou fairest floure of a thousand , Shalt be loues floure hēceforth , thogh thou cam'st frō a bleeding , Yet blood shalt thou stanch , this gift will I giue thee for euer . Abr. Fraunce . Dead-sleeping Poppy and black Hellebore , Cold Coloquintida , and Tetra mad , Mortall Samnites and Cicuta bad , With which th'vniust Athenians made to die , Wise Socrates who thereof quaffing glad , Powr'd out his life and last Philosophie . To the faire Critias his dearest Belamye . Ed. Spencer . The wholesome Sage , and Lauender still gray , Ranke-smelling Rue , and Comin good for eies : The Roses raigning in the pride of May , Sharpe Isope good for greene wounds remedies . Faire Marygolds and Bees alluring Thime , Sweet Marioram and Daizies decking prime . Coole Violets and Orpin growing still , Embathed Balme , and chearfull Galingale , Fresh Costmary , and breathfull Camomill , Dull Poppey , and drinke-quickning Setnale , Veine-healing Veruin , and head-purging Dill , Sound Sauory , and Bazill harry hale . Fat Colworts , and comforting Perseline , Cold Lettuce , and refreshing Rosmarine . Idem . A soft enflowred banke imbrac'd the fount Of Chloris ensignes , an abstracted field : Where grew Melanthy , great in Bees account , Amareus that precious balme doth yeeld . Enameld Pansies , vsde at nuptialls still , Dianaes arrow , Cupids crimson sheeld : Ope-morne , Night-shade , and Venus Nauill . Sollem Violets hanging heads as shamed , And Verdant Calaminth for Odour famed . Sacred Nepenthe purgatiue of care , And soueraigne Ruberb that doth rancor kill . Sia and Hyacinth that Furies weare , White and red Iessamines , merry Melliphill , Faire crowne , imperiall emperour of flowres , Immortall Amaranth , white Aphrodil , And cuplike twill pants strewd in Bacchus bowres . G. Chapman . The Marigold Phaebus beloued friend , The Moly which from sorcery doth defend . M. Dray . Of Beasts . The spotted Panther , and the tusked Boare . The Pardale swift , and the Tygre cruell , The Antelope and Woolfe , both fierce and fell . Ed. Spencer . There might you see the burly Beare , The Lyon king , the Elephant : The mayden Vnicorne was there , So was Acteons horned plant . M. Roydon . Riuers . The fertile Nile , which creatures new doth frame , Long Rhodams , whose sourse springs from the skie , Faire Ister , flowing from the mountaines hie . Diuine Scamander , purpled yet with bloud Of Greeks and Troians , which therein did lie , Pactolus glistering with his golden floud , And Tigris fierce , whose streams of none may be withstood . Ed. Spencer . Great Gauges , and immortal Euphrates , Deepe Indus , and Meander intricate : Slowe Peneus , and tempestuous Phasides , Swift Rhene , and Alpheus stil immaculate , Oraxes feared for great Cyrus fate , Tibris renowmed for the Romane fame . Idem . Fishes . Spring-headed Hydraes , and sea-shouldring Whales , Great Whirpooles which all Fishes make to flie : Bright Scholopendraes , arm'd with siluer scales , Mightie Monoceros , with immeasured tailes : The dreadfull Fish that doth deserue the name Of death , and like him lookes in dreadfull hue , The grisly wasserman that makes his game The flying ships with swiftnesse to pursue . The horrible sea - Satyre , that doth shewe His fearful face in time of greatest storme Huge Ziffius whom mariners do eschewe , No lesse then rockes ( as trauailers informe ) And greedy Rosmarines with visages deforme . Ed. Sp. Is the braue Normans courage now forgot ? Or the bold Britons lost the vse of shot ? The big bon'd Almains and stout Brabanters ? Or do the Piccards let the Crosbowes lie ? Once like the Centaurs of old Thessaly . M. Dray .. Of Birdes . The skie-bred Eagle royall bird , Percht there vpon an Oake aboue : The Turtle by him neuer stird , Example of immortall loue . The Swan that sings , about to die , Leauing Meander stood thereby . M. Roydon . The ill fac'te Owle deaths dreadfull messenger , The hoarse night Rauen , trompe of dolful dreere , The lether winged Bat , dayes enemie , The ruful Strich stil wayting on the beere , The Whistler shril , that who so heares doth die , The hellish Harpies prophets of sad destenie . Ed. Spencer . The red-shankt Orcads toucht with no remorse , The light-foote Irish which with darts make warre . Th'rancke ridin'd Scot his swift running horse , The English Archer of a Lyons force . The valiant Norman all his troopes among , In bloody conquest tryed in armes traind long . M. Drayton . Of Hounds . — Grimme Melampus with the Ethiops feete , White Leucon , and all-eating Pamphagos , Sharp-sighted Dorceus , wild Oribasus , Storme breathing Lelaps , and the sauage Theron , Wing-footed Pteretas , and hind-like Ladon . Greedy Harpia , and the painted Stycte , Fierce Tygris , and the thicket searcher Agre , The blacke Melaneus , and the brisled Lachne , Leane-lustfull Cyprius , and big chested Aloe . G. Chapman . — Repentance sad , Praier sweete charming , fasting , hairy clad . I. Syl. — In one consort there sate Cruell reuenge , and rancorous despight , Disloyall treason , and heart-burning hate , But gnawing Iealouzie out of their sight Sitting alone , his bitter lips did bite , And trembling feare still too and fro did flie , And found no place where safe he shrowd him might . Lamenting sorrowe did in darkenesse lie , And shame his vgly face did hide from liuing eie . Ed. Sp. Fresh Hyacinthus Phoebus paramoure , Foolish Narcisse that likes the watrie shore , Sad Amaranthus made a flowre of late . Idem . Nimphs . The wooddy Nymphs faire Hamadryades And all the troupes of lightfoot Naides . Ed. Sp. Satires . The Fawnes and Satires from the tufted brakes Their brisly armes wreathd all about with snakes , Their horned heads with woodbine chaplets crownd With Cypresse Iauelings , and about their thies , The flaggy haire disordered loosely flies . M. Drayton . Fresh shadowes fit to shrowd from sunny ray , Faire fawnes to take the sunne in season due , Sweet springs in which a thousand bubbles play . Soft rombling brookes , that gentle slomber drew . High reared mounts , the lands about to vew . Low looking dales , disioynd from common game , Delightful bowres , to solace louers true . False Labyrinths , fond runners eyes to daze , All which by nature made , did natures selfe amaze . Ed. Spencer . * Behind Cupid were reproach , repentance , shame , Reproach the first , shame next , repent behinde : Repentance feeble , sorrowfull and lame . Reproach despightfull , carelesse and vnkinde , Shame most il-fauoured , bestiall and blinde . Shame lowrd , repentance sighed , reproach did scold : Reproach sharpe , repentance whips entwinde , Shame burning Taper in her hand did hold , All three to each vnlike , yet all made in one mould . Idem . * — Stearne strife and anger stout , Vnquiet care , and sad vnthriftie head : Lewd losse of time , and sorrow being dead , Inconstant change , and false disloyaltie , Consuming riotize and guiltie dread Of heauenly vengeance , faint Infirmitie , Vile pouertie , and lastly death with Infamie . Idem . * His angry steed did chide his frowning bitte . Idem . Rich Oranochye , though but knowne of late , And that huge Riuer which doth beare his name Of warlike Amazons , which do possesse the same . Ed. Spencer . Hearbes . The sable Henbane , Morrell making mad , Cold poysoning Poppey , itching , drowsie , sad . The stifning Carpese , th'eyes-foe Hemlock stinking , Limb-numming , belching : and the sinew shrinking . Dead-laughing Apium , weeping Aconite . ( Which in our vulgar deadly Wolfes Bane hight ) The dropsie-breeding , sorrow-bringing Psyllie , ( Here called Fleawurt ) Colchis banefull Lillie . ( With vs wild-Saffran ) blistering , biting fell , Hot Napell , making lips and toong to swell . Blood-boyling Yew , and costiue Misseltoe , With yee-cold Mandrake . I. Syluester . * — Through crooked woods he wandreth , Round-winding rings , and intricate Meaanders , False guiding pathes , doubtful beguiling straies . And right strong errors of an endlesse maze . Idem . * There springs the shrub tree foote aboue the grasse , Which feares the keene edge of the Curtelace : Whereof the rich Egiptian so endeares , Roote , barke , and fruite , and yet much more the teares . There liues the sea-oake in a litle shell , There growes vntild the ruddy Cochenell , And there the Chermez , which on each side armes With pointed prickles all his precious armes , Rich trees and fruitfull in these wormes of price , Which pressed , yeeld a crimson coloured iuice , When thousand lambs are died so deepe in graine , That their owne mothers know them not againe , There mounts the Melt which serues in Mexico , For weapon , wood , needle and thred to sowe , Bricke , honey , sugar , sucket , balme , and wine , Parchment , perfume , apparell , cord , and line , His wood for fier , his harder leaues are fit , For thousand vses of inuentiue wit. I. Syluester . The pedant minister , and seruing clarke , The ten pound base , frize ierkin hireling , The farmers chaplaine , with his quarter warke . The twentie noble Curate and the thing Call'd Elder , all these needs will bring All reuerend titles into deadly hate Their godly calling , and their hie estate . Th. Storer . Of Trees . The shady Groaues of noble palme-tree spraies , Of amorous mirtles and immortall baies . Neuer vnlearn'd , but euermore there new , Selfe-arching armes in thousand arbours grew . I. Syluester . Riuers . Swift Guylon , Phyton and rich Tigris tide , And that faire streame whose siluer waues do kis , The Monarch towers of proud Semyranis . Euprates . Idem . Of Homer . Sweete numbred Homer . I. Syl. Heartstealing Homer , marrow of the Muses , Chiefe grace of Greece , best pearle of Poetrie , Drowner of soules , with arts orewhelming sluces , Embellished with Phoebes lunarie , Deckt with the graces rich imbroderie . Sweete honey-suckle , whence all Poets sprights , Sucke the sweete honey of diuine delights . C. Fitz-Ieffrey . Of S. P. S. Hector tongu'd Sydney , Englands Mars and Muse . Idem . VVindes . — O heauens fresh fannes quoth hee , Earths sweeping broomes , of forrests enemie : O you my Heraulds and my messengers , My nimble posts and speedy messengers , My armes , my sinewes , and my Eagles swift , That through the aire my rolling chariot lift . I. Syluester . The Aeolian crowde . Idem . * O sacred Oliue , firstling of the fruites , Health-boading braunch . Idem . * The proud horse , the rough-skind Elephant , The lustie bull , the Camell water want . Idem . * — Let the pearly morne The radiant Moone , and rhumie euening see Thy necke still yoaked with captiuitie . Idem . * There natures story , till th'heauen shaker dread , In his iust wrath , the flaming sword had set , The passage into Paradice to let . I. Syluester . Of the infernall floud . — He summond vp With thundring call the damned crew , that sup Of sulphurie Stix , and fiery Phlegeton , Bloudie Cocytus , muddy Acheron . I. Syluester . * The sunne the seasons stinter . Idem . Of language before confusion . — Ah that language sweete Sure bond of Cities friendships masticke sweete , Strong curbe of anger yerst vnited , now In thousand drie brookes straies , I wot not how : That rare rich gold , that charme griefe , fancie mouer● That calm-rage , harts theefe , quel-pride coniure-louer , That purest coine then currant in each coast Now mingled , hath sound , waight , and colour lost . T is counterfeit , and ouer euery shoare , The confusd fall of Babell yet doth roare . Idem . — Then all spake the speech Of God himselfe , th' old sacred Idiome rich , Right perfect language , wher 's no point nor signe . But hides some rare deepe misterie behind . Idem . Of Scaliger . — Scaliger our ages wonder , The learned's sunne , who eloquently can Speake Hebrew , Greeke , French , Latine , Nubian , Dutch , Tuscan , Spanish , English , Arabicke . The Sirian , Persian , and the Caldaike . O rich quicke spirit ; O wits Chamelion , Which any authors colour can put on . Great Iulius fame , and Siluius worthy brother , Th' immortall grace of Gascony , their mother , Idem . Wing-footed Hermes , purseuant of Ioue . Idem . Of the Hebrew tongue . — All haile thou sempiternall spring Of spirituall pictures , speech of heauens hie King , Mother and mistresse of all the tongues the prime , Which pure hast past such vast deepe gulphs of time , Which hast no word but waies , whose elements Flowe with hid sense , thy points with sacraments . O sacred Dialect , in thee the names Of men , townes , countries , register their fames In briefe abridgements : and the names of birds , Of water guests , and forrest haunting heards , Are open brookes , where euery man might read . Miscellanea . Of the Graces . * Acidale . — The Graces daughters of delight , Handmaides of Venus , which are wont to haunt * Vpon this hill , and daunce there day and night , Those three to men all gifts of graces graunt , And all that Venus in her selfe doth vaunt , Is borrowed of them . Ed. Sp. They are the daughters of skie-ruling Ioue , By him begot of faire Eurynome , The Oceans daughter in this pleasant Groue , As he this way comming from feastfull glee Of Thetis wedding with Aeacidee , In sommers shade himselfe here rested weary . The first of them hight mild Euphrosyne , Next faire Aglaia , last Thalia merry , Sweet goddesses al three , which men in mirth do cherry Therfore they alwaies smoothly seemd to smile , That we likewise should mild and gentle bee , And also naked are , that without guile Or false dissemblance all them plaine may see , Simple and true , from couert malice free : And eke themselues so in their daunce they bore , That two of them stil forward seemd to bee . But one stil forwards shou'd her selfe afore , That good should from vs go , then come in greater store . Idem . Simoniake and vnlearned Ministers . Such men are like our curtaines at their best , To make vs sleepe , or hinder vs from light : Troublers of nature , children of the West , Haters of sence , adopted sonnes of night , In whom the wise both sorrow and delight . Yet were there not such Vegetalls the while , What had the wiser sort whereat to smile ? Th. Storer . Renowmed Picus of Mirandula , Hated the substance of a Clergy man That was vnlettered , and made a lawe , An ignorant which neuer had began To seeke , or after seeking neuer scan . Some part of somewhat that might wisedome bring , Should be accounted but a liuing thing . Idem . The noble Tichobraghe for whose deare sake All Denmarke is in admirations loue : In deepe regard such difference doth make Betweene those men whose spirits soare aboue , And those base essents which only moue . That in his Iles Horizon he admits No cloudy Meteors of such foggy wits . Idem . Of Beasts . The multitude to Ioue a sute imparts , With neighing , blaying , braying , and barking , Roring and howling , for to haue a king . A king in language theirs they said they would , ( For then their language was a perfect speech ) The Byrds likewise which chirpes and puing could , Cackling and chattering , that of Ioue beseech , Only the Owle still warnd them not to seech . So hastily , that , which they would repent , But saw they would , and he to desarts went. Ioue wisely said ( for wisedome wisely saies ) O Beasts take heed what you of me desire , Rulers will thinke all things made them to please , And soone forget the swinke due to their hire , But since you will part of my heauenly fire , I will you lend , the rest your selues must giue , That it both seene and felt may with you liue . Full glad they were , and tooke the naked sprite Which strait the earth ycloathed in his clay : The Lyon hart ; the Ownce gaue actiue might . The Horse good shape ; the Sparrow lust to play , Nightingale voyce , entising songs to say . Elephant gaue a perfect memory , And Parrot ready toong that to apply . The Foxe gaue craft ; the Dogge gaue flattery , Asse patience ; the Mole a working thought : ●agle high thought , Wolfe secret crueltie , Monky sweet breath ; the Cow her faire eyes brought The Ermion whitest skin , spotted with nought . The Sheepe mild seeming face , climing the Beare , The Stag did giue the harme-eschuing feare . The Hare her sleights , the Cat his melancholy , ●nt industry , and Conny skill to build : ●anes order ; Storkes to be appearing holy . ●amelion ease to chaunge , Ducke ease to yeeld , ●rocodile teares , which might be falsly spild . Ape greeting gaue , though he did mowing stand , The instrument of instruments the hand . S. Phil. Sidney . Preparations for defence . ●me built the breaches of their broken towne , ●hat heauen and Panimire had broken downe . ●me other found a Cautell gainst the Ramme , To saue the wall vnbroken where it came . Thus Iacobs townes on all sides had their flankes With Gabions strong , with bulwarkes and with bankes . Some others busie went and came in routs , To Terrace Towers , some vnder baskets louts . Some others also wanting time and might To strength their Townes , yet vsed all kind of slight To dig vp ditches deepe for Cesternes good , To draw to them the best and nearest flood . Th. Hudson . * — The hidden loue that now adayes doth hold , The steele and load-stone , Hydrargire and gold . The Amber and straw ; that lodgeth in one shell , Pearle-fish and Sharpling : and vnites so well Sargons and Goates , the Sperage and the Rose , Th'Elme and the Vine , th' Oliue and Mirtle bush Is but a sparke or shadow of that loue , Which at the first in euery thing did moue . When as the earths Muses with harmonious sound , To heauens sweet musicke humbly did resound . But Adam being chiefe of all the strings Of this large Lute , ore-retched , quickly brings All out of tune : and now for melody Of warbling charmes , it yells so hideously That it affrights fell Enynon , who turmoiles To raise againe th' old Chaos anticke broiles . I. Syl. * — Holy Nectar that in heauenly bowers Eternally selfe-powring Hebe powers . Or blest Ambrosia , Gods immortal fare . Idem . * O who shall show the countenance and gestures Of mercy and iustice ? which faire sacred sisters With equal poize do euer ballance euen , Th'vnchanging proiects of the king of heauen . Th' one sterne of looke , the other mild aspecting , Th' one pleasd with teares , th' other blood affecting . Th' one beares the sword of vengeance vnrelenting , Th' other kings pardon , for the true repenting . The one earths Eden , Adam did dismisse , Th' other hath raisde him to a higher blisse . Idem . * Day hath his golden Sun , her Moone the night , Her fixt and wandring starres , the azure skie : So framed all by their Creators might , That stil they liue and shine , and nere shall die . Till in a moment with the last dayes brand They burne , and with them , burne earth , sea and land . Ed. Fairfax . — The Wolfe the trembling sheepe pursues , The crowing Cocke the Lyon stout eschues . The Pullaine hide them from the Puttocks flight , The Masties mute at the Hyaenas sight . Yea , who would thinke of this fel enmities ? Rage in the sencelesse trunks of plants and trees . The Vine , the Cole , the Colewort Sow bread dreeds , The Fearne abhorres the hollow wauing Reeds . The Oliue and the Oake participate , Euen to their earth , signes of their auncient hate . Which suffers not ( ô date lesse discord ) th' one Liue in that ground , where th' other first hath growne . I. Syl. So at the sound of Wolfe-drums ratling thunder , Th' affrighted sheep-skin drum doth rent in sunder . So that fell monsters twisted entraile cuts By secret power the poore Lambes twined guts . Which after death in stead of bleating mute , Are taught to speake vpon an Iuory Lute . And so the princely Eagles rauening plumes , The feathers of all other fowle consumes . Idem . * — There the tree from of whose trembling top , Both swimming Shoales and flying troupes do drop . I meane the tree now in Iuturna growing , Whose leaues dispearst by Zephyrs wanton blowing , Are metamorphos'd both in forme and matter , On land to fowles , to fishes on the water . Idem . * — The Partrich new hatched beares On her weake backe , her parents house , and weares In stead of wings , a beuer rupple downe Followes her damme , through furrows vp and downe ▪ Idem . * — We see the new falne silly Lambe Yet staind with blood of his distressed damme , Knowes well the Wolfe , at whose fell sight he shakes , And right the teate of th' vnknowne Eawe he takes . Idem . Furies . Alecto , sad Megera , and Thesiphon , The nights blacke saunghters grim-fac'd Furies sad . Sterne Plutoes posts . I. Syluester . Nepenthe . Nepenthe is a drinke of soueraigne grace , Deuised of the Gods for to assage Hearts griefe , and bitter gall away to chase , Which stirre vp anguish and contentious rage , In stead thereof , sweete peace and quiet age , It doth establish in the troubled minde Fewe men but such as sober are and sage , Are by the Gods to drinke thereof assignde , But such as drinke , eternall happinesse do finde . Ed. Sp. — Nepenthe enemie to sadnesse , Repelling sorrowes , and repeating gladnesse . Elyxer that excells , Saue men or angells , euery creature ells . I. Syl. Of Eccho . Th'aires daughter Eccho haunting woods among , A blab that will not ( cannot keepe her tongue ) Who neuer askes , but euer answeres all , Who lets not any her in vaine to call . Idem . Of the Marigold . The Marigold so likes the louely Sunne , That wh●n he sets , the other hides his face : And when he gins his morning course to runne , She spreads abroad , and shewes her greatest grace . T. Watson . Of the Eagle . No bird but Ioues can looke against the sunne . Idem . — Enuies bird must say when all is donne , No bird but one is sacred to the sunne . Idem . Hercules Labours . Beast , Snake , Bore , Stag , Birds , Belt , Plankes , Bull , Theefe , Fruite , Dog Diomede , Choakt , scard , pauncht , cought , pierst , prizd , Washt , throwen , slaine , puld , chaind , horsed . W. Warner . Nylus . Great Nilus land , where raine doth neuer fall . T. Hudson . There quakes the plant , which in Pudefetan Is call'd the shamefac't , for asham'd of man , If toward it one do approach too much , It shrinkes the boughes , to shun our hatefull touch . As if it had a soule , a sense , and sight , Subiect to shame , feare , sorow and despight . I. Syluester . Of Acheron . Rude Acheron , a loathsome lake to hell , That boiles and bubs vp swelth as blacke as hell . Where grisly Charon at their fixed tide Still ferries ghosts vnto the farther side . M. Sackuile . Echidna . Echidna is a monster direfull dread , Whom Gods do hate and heauens abhorre to see : So hidious is her shape , so huge her head , That euen the hellish fiends affrighted bee At sight thereof , and from her presence flie . Yet did her faire and former parts professe , A faire young maiden , full of comely glee : But all her hinder parts did plaine expresse , A monstrous Dragon , full of fearefull vglinesse . Ed. Spencer . 4. Cardinall vertues . Andronica that wisely sees before , And Phronesis the Iudge , and chaste Drucilla , And she that boldly fights for vertues lore , Descending from the Romine race Camilla . S. I. Harrington . Of the Eagle . The Cedar-building Eagle beares the winde , And not the Falchon , though both Haukes by kinde . That Kingly bird doth from the clouds command The fearefull fowle that moues but nere the land . M. Dray . Phoenix . — The bird of fame That still renewes it selfe and neuer dies , And onely one in all the world there flies . S. I. Harrington . * Of all chast birds the Phaenix doth excell , Of all strong beasts the Lyon beares the bell : Of all sweete flowers , the Rose doth sweetest smell . Of all pure mettalls gold is onely purest , Of all the trees the Pine hath highest crest . Of all proud birds the Eagle pleaseth Ioue , Of pretie fowles kind Venus likes the Doue , Of trees Minerua doth the Oliue moue . T. Lodge . * Who holdeth league with Neptune and the winde ? S. Dan. The Phaenix gazeth on the sunnes bright beames , The Echinaeus swims against the streames . R. Greene. Impossibilities . He that the number of the leaues could cast , That in Nouember falles by winters blast : He that could tell the drops of raine and sleete , That Hyad , Orion , or Pleyiades weete . Sheds on the ground that man might onely tell , What teares from Iudiths eies incestant fell . Th. Hudson . — Like Coruiue who forgate His Proper name ; or like George Trapezunce , Learned in youth , and in his age a dunce . I. Syl. The firmament shall retrograde his course , Swift Euphrates go hide him in his sourse : Firme mountains skip like lambes beneath the deepe , Eagles shall diue , whales in the aire shall keepe . Ere I presume with fingers end to touch , Much lesse with lippes the fruite forbid too much . I. Syluester . Flie from thy channell , Thames forsake thy streames , Leaue the Adamant Iron , Phoebus lay thy beames . Cease heauenly spheres , at last your watrie warke Betray your charge , returne to Chaos darke . At least some ruthlesse Tigre hang her whelpe , My Catisbye so with some excuse to helpe , M. M. Ceston . That girdle gaue the vertue of chast loue , And wiuehood true to all that did it beare : But whosoeuer contrary doth proue , Might not the same about her middle weare , But it would loose or else asunder teare , Whilom it was ( as Faieries wont report ) Dame Venus girdle by her esteemd deare What time she vsde to liue in wiuely sort . But laid aside when so she vsde her sport . Her husband Vulcan whilome for her sake , When first he loued her with heart intire , This precious ornament they say did make . And wrought in Lemnos with vnquenched fire , And afterward did for her first loues hire , Giue it to her for euer to remaine , Therewith to bind lasciuious desire , And loose affections straightly to restraine , Which vertue it for euer did retaine . This goodly Belt , was Ceston call'd by name . Ed. Spencer . * The noble Lyon neuer slaies the least , But alwaies praies vpon some worthy beast . The thunder throwes his sulphured shafts adowne , On Atlas high , or cold Riphins crowne . The tempest fell more feruently doth fall On houses high , then on the homely hall . Th. Hudson . * Saturn taught men vntaught before , to eare the lusty land , And how to pierce the pathlesse aire with shafts from bowmans hand . God Dis did quaile to see his gold so fast conuaid from hell , And fishes quakt , when men in ships amidst their flouds did dwell . VV. VVarner . Twelue foule faults . A wise man liuing like a drone , an old man not deuout , Youth disobedient , rich men that are charitie without : A shameles womā , vicious Lords , a poore man proudly stout . Cōtentious Christiās , Pastors , that their functiōs do neglect , A wicked King , no discipline , no lawes men to direct , Are twelue the foulest faults that most all common-wealths infect . W. Warner . Engines of warre . — The Inginers haue the Trepan drest , And reared vp the Ramme for battery best . Here bends the Briccoll while the Cable crackes , There Crosbowes were vprent with yron Rackes . Here crooked Coruies fleing Bridges tall , Their scathfull Scorpions that ruines the wall , On euery side they raise with ioynture meete , The timber Towres for to commaund the streete . The painfull Pioners wrought against their will , With fleakes and Faggots , ditches vp to fill . Th. Hudson . * — The happie Arabs those that builds In thatched Wagons wandring through the fields . The subtil Tirians they who first were Clarkes , That staid the wandring words in leaues and barkes . Idem . * At Babell first confused toongs of euery language grew . W. Warner . — Idolatry did growe * From Ninus first , he first a Monarchy did frame . Idem . * Lord Dane the same was called thē , to thē a pleasing name , Now odiously Lordan say we , when idle mates we blame . Idem . * The Turtle that is true and chaste in loue , Shewes by her mate something the spirit doth moue . The Arabian byrd that neuer is but one , Is only chaste because she is alone . But had our mother Nature made them two , They would haue done as Doues and Sparrowes do . But therefore made a Martyr in desire , And doth her pennance lastly in the fire . M. Drayton . * I cast not with fooles , suffer Saints , let mighty fooles be mad , Note , Seneca by newes done for precepts , pennance had . VV. Warner . * The Romane widow dide when she beheld Her sonne , whom erst she counted slaine in feeld . G. Gascoigne . Riuers . Faire Danubie is praisde for being wide , Nilus commended for the seuen-fold head : Euphrates for the swiftnesse of the tide , And for the garden whence his course is led , The bankes of Rhine with Vines are ouerspred . Take Loyre and Po , yet all may not compare With English Thamesis for buildings rare . Th. Storer . FINIS . FAmes windy trump blew up this haughty mind To do or wish , to do what here you find : T was ne're held error yet in errant Knights ( Which priviledge he claims ) to dress their fights In high hyperbolies : for youths example , To make their minds , as they grow men , grow ample . Thus such atchievements are assaid and done As pass the common power and sence of man. Then let high spirits strive to imitate , Not what he did , but what he doth relate .