A40771	----	The faithful lovers of the West ... to the tune of, As I walkt forth to take the air / by William Blunten. Blunten, William. 1600 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2007-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A40771 Wing F274 ESTC R6359 13089169 ocm 13089169 97335 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A40771) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 97335) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 28:25) The faithful lovers of the West ... to the tune of, As I walkt forth to take the air / by William Blunten. Blunten, William. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ports. Printed for P. Brooksby ..., [London] : [not before 1672] Place and date of publication from Wing. Reproduction of original in Harvard University Libraries. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Love poetry, English. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. 2006-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-07 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-09 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2006-09 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE Faithful Lovers of the West . Come joyn with me all you that Love , And faithful to each other prove : Example take by this my Song , All you that stand within this Throng . To the Tune of , As I walkt forth to take the Air. By William Blunten . WHy should I thus complain , on thee So cruelly thou murderest me , For unto thee it is well known , Thou art the Maid I love alone , In none but thee I take delight , I think on thee both day and night ; I give to thee my heart away , Do not with hatred me repay , When first thy sweet face I did see , I thought thot none was like to thee ; I wish I had not seen the day , When first thou stol'st my heart away . Hard is thy heart , harder then steel , Colder then Ice , that frost congeal ; How many thousand times doth make , My heart to bleed for thy sweet sake . I was forewarned by thine eyes , Of thy most killing Cruelties , But Cupid hath so blinded me . Now I shall dye for love of thee ; But O how good had been my case , That I had never seen thy face , My captive heart had then been free , But now I can love none but thee . When I am dead , this thou wilt say , That I have cast my love away ; Too late 't will be then to complain , If that you do , it 's all in vain . Therefore my dearest Love comply , Aud case me of this cruelty ; Let not me dye in this dispair , But grant thy love to me my dear . The Maids Answer . DOubt not my Love , nor do not fear , Thou art the man that I love dear , I did but try thy constancy , For I do love no man but thee . Then grieve no more , nor yet complain , Thy love to me is not in vain : For constant I will ever be , And I do lovt no man but thee . Wy shouldst thou say thy hart will break And all for love of my sweet sake , I constant to thee still will prove , As ever was the Turtle-Dove . Nothing shall part my Love and I , Vntil the very day we dye : We 'l live in love , and so agree , As man and wife they ought to be . The Young-Mans Answer . O thanks be to the Heaven above , Now I have gain'd my dearest Love , Thy words doth me so much revive , I am the happiest man alive . Come let us to the Church away , And married be without delay : Although our Portions be but small , True love is better worth then all . So hand in hand away they vvent , And had their parents free confent : The musick then most svveet did Play , And thus ended their Wedding day . Young-men and maids in love agree , And let thes song a pattern be : The price you knovv it is but small , A penny a piece , and take them all . FINIS . Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden-Ball , in Py. Corner . 
A55073	----	Love in the blossome, or, Fancy in the bud containing a pretty, pleasant and delightful courtship betwixt two very young (but truly amorous) lovers, being persons of very eminent quality (at their first entrance into Cupid's school) : to the tune of Amarillis told her swain / J.P. Playford, John, 1623-1686? 1673 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A55073 Wing P2488 ESTC R1840 12369207 ocm 12369207 60510 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A55073) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 60510) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 221:16) Love in the blossome, or, Fancy in the bud containing a pretty, pleasant and delightful courtship betwixt two very young (but truly amorous) lovers, being persons of very eminent quality (at their first entrance into Cupid's school) : to the tune of Amarillis told her swain / J.P. Playford, John, 1623-1686? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. For W. Thackeray, and W. Whitwood, [S.l.] : [1672 or 1673] Attributed to John Playford. Cf. Wing. Imprint from Wing. Two columns to the page. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Love poetry, English. Ballads, English -- Texts. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. 2003-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-10 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-11 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2003-11 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Love in the Blossome : Or , Fancy in the Bud. Containing a Pretty , Pleasant and Delightful Courtship , betwixt two very Young ( but truly Amorous ) Lovers , being persons of very Eminent Quality , ( at their first entrance into Cupids School . ) To the tune of , Amarillis told her Swain . J. P. ONe Summer evening fresh and fair , Walking out to take the Ayre , Near to the Court , where Gallants sport , I carefully did wander , VVhereas in State , two Lovers sate Like Hero and Leander . It was under a pleasant shade , VVhere this prety Couple plaid They did not fear to be betray'd Nor had not yet espi'd me , To hear them prattle down I laid , And closely I did hide me . They were both of tender age , In loves affairs for to ingage , Yet Cupids craft ▪ with feather'd shaft Had wounded them at distance , No humane art can cure the smart , In vain was their resistance . This young Gallant ▪ stripling sate By his loving Lady-mate , And amorously began to prate He had both time and leisure , VVith 〈◊〉 sweet , their lips did meet , VVherein they took great pleasure . She in Cloth of Gold did shine , And her Beauty seem'd divine , I often wisht she had been mine Fain would I be his Taster ; But not one bit , that I could get , I was meat fit for my Master . Having now both time and place Lovingly for to imbrace , This Gallants care , was to prepare The Art of Love to show her : Then near I stept and closely crept , And thus I heard him woe her . DEarest Love and Lady mine , Let our hearts in one combine , VVithin your brest , my soul doth rest Great Cupid hath betray'd me : To kill or cure , 't is in your power Your Captive he hath made me . At your mercy now I lie , Grant me Love or else I die , By virtue of your eye , Dear heart in love I languish , Then be not coy my only ioy But heal me of my anguish . Then she made this sweet reply A stranger unto Love am I , Good Sir forbear , let me not hear Of bondage at this season : The Ciprian Boy shall not destroy My freedome and my Reason . But if ever I should prove , Subject to the God of Love , Methinks my mind is so inclin'd Your Courtship is so moving , No one but you , whom I do know , Shall teach me th' art of loving . Then he was quick to speak again , Whilest his hopes afresh remain ; He sometimes kist , and sometimes mist According as she strugled ▪ But had they stai ▪ d , i 'me half afraid His jo●es he would ha●e doubled . Now to break off their delight They saw coming in their sight Another pair , both fresh and fair Of spruce and amorous Lovers ; And being met , they made no let But all their love discovers . Then they walked hand in hand , Subject all to loves command : I could not lye but up got I To see some further sport Sir , 'T was almost dark , when ore the Park I see them p●●s to th' Court Sir. Then I wisht that I had there Such a pretty Lady near To court and kiss , to hit and miss ▪ As others had been wooing ; But all in vain I might complain , For I could 〈◊〉 be doing . 
A65963	----	The whole work of love, or, A new poem, on a young lady, who is violently in love with a gentleman of Lincolns-Inn by a student in the said art. Student in the said art. 1682 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A65963 Wing W2067 ESTC R18585 12560232 ocm 12560232 63143 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A65963) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 63143) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 950:23) The whole work of love, or, A new poem, on a young lady, who is violently in love with a gentleman of Lincolns-Inn by a student in the said art. Student in the said art. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed by T. Haly, for the author, London : 1682. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Broadside. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Love poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides 2008-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Elspeth Healey Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Elspeth Healey Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The whole work of Love. OR : A NEW POEM . On a Young Lady ; who is violently in Love with a Gentleman of LINCOLNS-INN ; By a Student in the said ART . LOVE is a thing that 's not on Reason laid , But upon Nature and her Dictates made : Fancy I mean ; for that prescribes the way , For Love at last , to make her Holly-Day . Our thoughts like Winds , that vary every Hour , When blowing on a Thatcht-house , or a Tower : Which is the Case , of this our Lady , then Sometimes she 's high , and then she 's still agen ; At last , Love is taken by its own Hook , Like a Sea-nimph , near , to a purling Brook : Changing its Waters , and its Element , Gay ; Love , it discovers all , to go to Play. And then , Circkling about his belov'd Arms , And that for ever , on Loves Immortal Charms : And goes into the Chamber , of th' Marriage Bed , There to take Pleasure , and lay down its Head. Love like a Souldier , coming to the Field , At length is Conquerr'd , and is forc'd to yield ; Since every thing , does unto a Center tend The result of Nature , and of Friendships end . Love is a God! and does what it pleases , It Cures Wounds , and when it will , us eases : The Master Spring , of each humane desire , Love is an Angel , of the Angelick Quire. But , now it seemeth : and that at the last , Love , like a Sea-man , does his Anchor cast : Resolving in Port , for to Wash and Tallow , Let the Seas be Green , Dark , Blew or Yellow . ●or she it seems ; if any means be left , Turns Pirate , and so commits a Theft . Love him she will , or else this Life depart : Love , is a thing beyond the Power of Art. It is as strong as Death , we all do know , It is a thing , that still doth cure our woe . Were 't not for this , 't would be no joy to Live ; And in the World : and that for to survive ; The Powers above ! on us this gift does throw , That so , all Pleasures , we may fully know : Having tasted , that we Epicures , may turn , And so for ever , in Loves fire to burn . For , of all Annimals , Lovers are most blest , Since that 's the Life , of humane happiness ; Without that , each Person 's like to a Rat , And has no Pleasure , except that of the Cat. For Love's a thing , distinguishes us from Beasts , It raises Honour , and our Vitals Feasts : Plants us in the form , of Virtuosoes great , And so doth Crown , our frail and fickle State. Therefore at last , Love now has fixt its Eye , Upon a Gentleman , of much Gallantry ; Like to the Eagle , resolving for a Prey , Takes up the Kite , and marches quite away : And when that all her wild measures has sown , Love is resolv'd , to make the Town her own . Have him she will , and Marry him ; at last , Love shuts the Door , and then besure all 's fast . To summ up all , our Gentleman doth say He Loves not Bog-wiggs : and that on any Lay ; That his Mistris , most fine , such things should wear , As the Tree does Fruit , in Summer of the Year . He is a Man , for Nature : only so , And in her Paths , with her would run and go : Would not have her , each thing from Art exchane , For all things , but Nature , are to him most strange . So , if Love will have it , a Marriage to be , We 'l all come see the Ivy and Oak Tree : Twineing together , by Natures Commands , The thing is done , and the World claps Hands . FINIS . London , Printed by T. Haly , for the Author . 1682. 
A76932	----	The [f]aithful lovers of the West. Come joyn with me all you that love, and faithful to each other prove: Example take by this my song, all you that stand within this throng. To the tune of, As I walkt forth to take the air. / By William Blundun. Blunten, William. 1680-1685 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A76932 Wing B3363 ESTC R233064 45578161 ocm 45578161 172117 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A76932) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 172117) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2615:13) The [f]aithful lovers of the West. Come joyn with me all you that love, and faithful to each other prove: Example take by this my song, all you that stand within this throng. To the tune of, As I walkt forth to take the air. / By William Blundun. Blunten, William. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for P. Brooksby near the Hospital-gate in VVest Smithfield., [London] : [between 1680-1685] "The second part, to the same tune." Place and date of publication from Wing. Includes 4 engraved illustrations. Imperfect: cropped with some loss of print. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. EEBO-TCP is a partnership between the Universities of Michigan and Oxford and the publisher ProQuest to create accurately transcribed and encoded texts based on the image sets published by ProQuest via their Early English Books Online (EEBO) database (http://eebo.chadwyck.com). The general aim of EEBO-TCP is to encode one copy (usually the first edition) of every monographic English-language title published between 1473 and 1700 available in EEBO. EEBO-TCP aimed to produce large quantities of textual data within the usual project restraints of time and funding, and therefore chose to create diplomatic transcriptions (as opposed to critical editions) with light-touch, mainly structural encoding based on the Text Encoding Initiative (http://www.tei-c.org). The EEBO-TCP project was divided into two phases. The 25,363 texts created during Phase 1 of the project have been released into the public domain as of 1 January 2015. Anyone can now take and use these texts for their own purposes, but we respectfully request that due credit and attribution is given to their original source. Users should be aware of the process of creating the TCP texts, and therefore of any assumptions that can be made about the data. Text selection was based on the New Cambridge Bibliography of English Literature (NCBEL). If an author (or for an anonymous work, the title) appears in NCBEL, then their works are eligible for inclusion. Selection was intended to range over a wide variety of subject areas, to reflect the true nature of the print record of the period. In general, first editions of a works in English were prioritized, although there are a number of works in other languages, notably Latin and Welsh, included and sometimes a second or later edition of a work was chosen if there was a compelling reason to do so. Image sets were sent to external keying companies for transcription and basic encoding. Quality assurance was then carried out by editorial teams in Oxford and Michigan. 5% (or 5 pages, whichever is the greater) of each text was proofread for accuracy and those which did not meet QA standards were returned to the keyers to be redone. After proofreading, the encoding was enhanced and/or corrected and characters marked as illegible were corrected where possible up to a limit of 100 instances per text. Any remaining illegibles were encoded as <gap>s. Understanding these processes should make clear that, while the overall quality of TCP data is very good, some errors will remain and some readable characters will be marked as illegible. Users should bear in mind that in all likelihood such instances will never have been looked at by a TCP editor. The texts were encoded and linked to page images in accordance with level 4 of the TEI in Libraries guidelines. Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Love poetry, English. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century. 2008-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE ●aithful Lovers of the West . Come joyn with me all you that Love , And faithful to each other prove : Example take by this my Song , All you that stand within this Throng . To the Tune of , As I walkt forth to take the Air. By William Blundun . WHy should I thus complain of thee ? So cruelly thou murderedst me : For unto thee it is well known , Thou art the Maid I love alone . In none but thee I take Delight , I think on thee both day and night : I give to thee my heart away , Do not with hatred me repay . When first thy sweet face I did see , I● seemed none was like to thee : I wish I had not seen the day , When first thou stol'st my heart away . Hard is thy heart , harder then steel , Colder then Ice , that Frost congeal : How many thousand times doth make , My heart to bleed for thy sweet sake . I was forewarned by thine eyes , Of thy most killing Cruelties : But Cupid had so blinded me , Now I shall dye for love of thee . But O how good had been my case , That I had never seen thy face : My Captive heart had then been free , But now I can love none but thee . When I am dead , this thou wilt say , That I have cast my Love away : Too late 't will be then to complain , If that you do , it 's all in vain . Therefore my dearest Love comply , And ease me of this Cruelty : Let not me dye in this dispair , But grant thy love to me , my Dear , The second part , to the same Tune . The Maids Answer . DOubt not my Love , nor do not fear Thou art the man that I love dear I did but try thy Constancy , For I do love no man but thee . Then grieve no more , nor yet complain , Thy love to me is not in vain : For constant I will ever be , And I do love no man but thee . why shouldst thou say thy heart will break And all for love of my sweet sake ? I constant to thee still will prove , As ever was the Turtle-Dove . Nothing shall part my Love and I , Vntil the very day we dye : We 'l live in love , and so agree , As man and wife they ought to be . The Young-Mans Answer . Oh thanks be to the Heaven above , Now I have gain'd my dearest love : Thy words doth me so much revive , I am the happiest man alive . Come let us to the Church away , And Married be without delay : Although our Portions be but small , True love is better worth then all . So hand in hand away they went , And had their Parents free consent : The musick then most sweet did play , And thus did end their wedding day . Young-men and Maids in love agree , And let this Song a pattern be : The price you know it is but small , A Penny a piece , and take them all . EINIS . Printed for P. Brooksby near the Hospital-gate in VVest-Smithfield . 
B01739	----	Kind William, or Constant Betty. Let maids beware, and shun the snare, I say berul'd by me; though you embrace, be perfect chaste, from stains of infamy. To the tune of The doubting virgin. Bowne, Tobias. 1684 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B01739 Wing B3894 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[91] 99887118 ocm99887118 181841 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B01739) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181841) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[91]) Kind William, or Constant Betty. Let maids beware, and shun the snare, I say berul'd by me; though you embrace, be perfect chaste, from stains of infamy. To the tune of The doubting virgin. Bowne, Tobias. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J[onah] Deacon in Gilt-spur-Street, [London] : [1684] Attributed to Tobias Bowne by Wing. Verse: "Constant Betty that sweet creature ..." Place, date of publication, and publisher's name from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. 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Ballads -- England -- 17th century. 2008-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-09 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Kind WILLIAM , Or , Constant BETTY . Let Maids beware , and shun the snare , I say be rul'd by me ; Though you embrace , be perfect Chaste , from stains of Infamy . To the Tune of The Doubting Virgin. COnstant Betty that sweet Creature , she was William's hearts delight ; In the Shades he chanc'd to meet her , when Fair Phoebus shined bright : In conclusion his delusion was to bring her to his Bow , Let 's not dally , shall I , shall I , but she answer'd , no , no , no. Then his Betty he Embraced , hoping for to win the Field , She with modesty was graced , and resolved not to yield : She denyed , he replyed , do not seek my Overthrow , Let 's not dally , shall I , shall I , but she answer'd no , no , no. Thou hast set mine heart on fire , sweetest Creature be not coy , Grant me what I do desire , thou shalt be my only joy : Thus he Woo'd her to delude her , and to bring her to his Bow , Let 's not dally , shall I , shall I , but she answer'd no , no , no. Love thou art my only treasure , then he took her by the hand , Let me now enjoy the pleasure , I will be at thy command : Don't abuse me , nor refuse me , lest it proves my overthrow , Let 's not dally , shall I , shall I , but she , &c. Now admit me , my sweet Betty , to salute and lay thee down , None alive I think more prity , I will thee with pleasure Crown : Don't deny me , do but try me , from those charms such pleasures flow , Let 's not dally , shall I , shall I , but she , &c. Thy obliging Eye hath won me , dearest I am not in jest , Why should'st thou be coy and shun me , I am certainly possest With thy Beauty for my duty is to bring thee to my Bow. Let 's not dally , shall I , shall I , but she , &c. Dearest Betty sit down by me , let us lovingly agree , Sweetest Creature don't deny me , Cupid's Dart hath wounded me : Then come near me , Love and chear me for my heart is sinking low , Let 's not dally , shall I , shall I , but she , &c. Betty's Answer to William's Request . WIlliam you are much mistaken , you shall never me ensnare , In your Net I 'll not be taken , therefore now your Suit forbear : I 'll deny it , and defie it , for I vow it shan't be so , While I marry , I will tarry , and will answer no , no , no. I from Love will be excluded , e'er I 'll hear an idle Tale , I will never be deluded , no , nor shall you e'er prevail , To embrace me , and disgrace me , thus to sink my heart full low , While I marry , I will tarry , and will , &c. WILLIAM . Now my loving constant Betty , I will ever thee adore , For thy Answer has been witty , I will never tempt thee more : When I try'd thee , thou deny'd me , all thy answer still was No , We 'll not tarry , but will Marry , then it must and shall be so . FINIS . Printed for I. Deacon in Gilt-spur-street . 
A08667	----	Ouidius Naso his Remedie of love. Translated and intituled to the youth of England Remedia amoris. English Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. 1600 Approx. 84 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 32 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2008-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A08667 STC 18974 ESTC S120606 99855801 99855801 21304 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08667) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 21304) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 855:08) Ouidius Naso his Remedie of love. Translated and intituled to the youth of England Remedia amoris. English Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. F. L., fl. 1600. [62] p. Printed by T. C[reede] for Iohn Browne, and are to be sold at his shop in Fleetstreet, at the signe of the Bible, London : 1600. A translation of: Remedia amoris. In verse. Printer's name from STC. Translator's dedication signed: F.L. Signatures: A-H⁴ (-H4). Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Love poetry, Latin -- Translations into English -- Early works to 1800. 2006-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-11 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Elspeth Healey Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Elspeth Healey Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Ouidius Naso HIS REMEDIE OF LOVE . Translated and Intituled to the Youth of England . Plautus in Trinummo . — Mille modis Amor Ignorandu'st , procul adhibendus est , atque abstinendus . Nam qui in Amore precipitauit , peius perit , quàm si saxe saliat . VIR EST SIT VULNERE VERITAS LONDON Printed by T. C. for Iohn Browne , and are to be sold at his shop in Fleetstreet , at the signe of the Bible . 1600. TO HIS SOMEtimes Tutor , at all times deerest friend , M. I. better reward for his deserts . &c. I Haue liued to be the cause of thy wrong ; I may liue to doe thee right ; the first by casualtie , contrary to my desire , the latter voluntarily , according to thy desert . Accept therefore these few lynes , whatsoeuer they are , and howsoeuer attirde , yet as true witnesses of my euerlasting loue . If they seeme vnpollisht ( as I feare ) hide them , for thou gauest them their beginning : If possessing any thing of worth or pleasure , ( as yet I hope ) ioy in it , and enioy it , for thou wert the first moouer of my Muses circular conceits , which had neuer beginning but by thee , and neuer shall ende , but in thee : and whatsoeuer they doe , all shall be for thee . Farewell . Times truest child . F. L. The first booke of Ouidius Naso , intituled The Remedie of Loue. 1 WHen Loue first read the title os this booke , Wars , wars , against me now are wag'd ( que he ) O dayne thy Poet of a milder looke , Condemne him not , that from offence is free . VVho euer was Loues vowed Ancient , Bearing his cullers with a true intent . 2 Not I Tydides , by whose cruel speare Thy mother wounded , on Mars foming steeds Fled into heauen , full of carefull feare , Others sometime , in bitter fancy bleeds . But I still burne : If thou the question moue What now I do ? I answere also Loue. 3 Yea , I haue taught how thou mightst be obtaind , So learning reason , how to bridle force : Yet not to thee , nor to mine Arts , containd In papers , proue I foe without remorce . Ne yet my Muse doth labour to vntwist , Her old spun webbe , that doth of Loue consist . 4 He that hath built his fancie to his minde , He happie loues , and happie liue he still ; Still fill thy sayles with that thrice prosperous wind ; But if thou be subiected to the will Of any tyrant , or vnworthy mayd , Least that thou perish , search our Arts for ayd . 5 VVhy , why should any basely hang and die ? To giue an instance of their desperate loue : Or , why should any with such crueltie , By selfe-inflicted wounds their soules remoue ? So thou that onely doest in peace delight , Shalt gayne suspition of a murtherous wight . 6 If then he be , who least he scapes the snare ; And leaues to loue , must also leaue to liue ; O let him in due time thereof beware , O let him leaue to loue , and leaue him giue . Thus loue shall be esteem'd liues deerest friend , Not cursed author of a desperate end . 7 Thou art a child , nor ought childhood fits , But games , sports , playes , then game , sport , play ; Such gentler rule , becomes such childish wits : Thy childish wit , that no high things must way . Thou in thy wars maist naked arrowes vse , Yet such as shall no deadly wounds infuse . 8. Let old Stepfathers war with sword and speare , And in a Sea of blood win victorie : Vse thou thy mothers fight , that yeelds no feare , Nor for the sonnes losse makes the parent crie . Let doores be broken in thy nocturne Iarres , And be adornd with garlands midst those warres . 9. Let men and maidens take their sports by stealth , Let maidens vse their words with cunning art : Now let them kindly send their Louers health , And suddenly with chiding wound their hart . And barring fast the doores , shut out their loue , VVhere let them waile , and yet no pitie moue . 10. These warres shall please thy gentle humor best , In these teares shalt thou sport , not causd by death ; Death shall not see thy Torches at her feast , Nor morning funerals thy fiers breath . Thus hauing said , Loue shooke his golden wings , And bid me end the worke my pen begins . 11. Come then sick youth vnto my sacred skill , VVhose loue hath fallen crosse vnto your minde : Learne how to remedie that pleasing ill , Of him that taught you your owne harmes to finde . For in that selfesame hand your helpe is found , VVhence first ye did receiue your careful wound . 12 So th' earth which yeelds vs herbs of souerain grace Doth nourish weeds , of vertue pestilent ; The burning nettle chuseth oft her place , Next to the Rose , that yeelds so sweete a sent . Achilles Speare , that wounded his sterne foe , Restord him health , & curde the greeuous blow . 13. Now what prescriptions we do giue to men , Maides thinke them spoken vnto you likewise : To both parts we giue weapons , vse them then With secret Art , and with discretion wise . Of which if ought you finde that seemes not fit , Know in examples many things are writ . 14 And profitable is our Argument , To quench that secret and consuming flame : To free thy minde from sin and ill intent , To loose those bands that drew thee into shame . Phillis had liu'd had I her Tutor been , That three times thice walkt path she oft had seen . 15. Nor Dido dying from her stately Tower , Should haue beheld the Troians thence to flye : Sorrow should not haue had so strong a power , To cause the mother do her owne to dye . Tereus though Philomela might him please , Should not through sin a graundsiers title seaze . 16. Giue me Pasiphae , she shall cease to Loue The filthy shape of that straunge monstrous beast , Bring Phaedra forth , and I will soone remoue Her deepe incestuous lust , that neuer ceast . Liude Paris , Hellen he should not desire , Nor shuld the Greekes waste Pergamus with fire . 17. Had wicked Scylla read our argument , Nisus should not haue lost his fatall haire ; I le teach you to asswage the greedy bent Of burning lust , and make the weather faire : I le steare your Ship aright in seas of loue , And from each rock I will you safely moue . 18. Ouid was to be read with studious care , When first your loue began with fruite to growe , Ouid is to be read , in your ill fare , When first your loue with deep disdain shal flowe . I do professe to gaine your libertie , Then follow me , reuenge your miserie . 19. Be present ô thou Prophet , Poets praise , Phisicks first finder out , and nurse alone ; Crowne me professing both , with lasting bayes , For both are vnder thy protection . Raine siluer shewers of skill into my brest , That I may shewe each wretch the way to rest . 20. Whiles well thou maist , and ere that secret warre Be throughly kindled in thy troubled minde , If thou repent , ô run not on too far , Retire , ere greater cause of griefe thou finde . Tread down the starting seeds of springing wo , And turne thy Steed , ere he vntamed grow . 21. Delay giues strēgth , time ripes the greenest grape , And makes corn stiff , that was a weak spring-weed : The greatest tree that farthest spreads his sape , Was first a wand , or but a litle seed . Then mought it be thrown down , drawne vp , soone broke , Now stands it stiffe , & conquers euery stroke . 22. Consider first , where thou dost thrall thy hart , To whom thou vowest thy seruice and thy loue , And if the burthen cause thine inward smart From out the yoke with speed thy neck remoue : Stop the beginning , for Phisick comes too late , When time hath drawn the wound to desperate state . 23. Defer not therefore to the comming hower , For he that at the present is vnapt , Shall finde delay diminish still his power , Vntill at length he wholly be intrapt . Louers excuses seeke of long delay , And euer fittest deemes the following day . 24. But each small minute giues occasion Of deeper thraldome , Fancy ties by slight : See how by many streames collection , There doth arise a flood of wondrous might . Drops multiplied do grow to running springs , And springs vnited forth a Riuer brings . 25. If that thou hadst foreseene how great a sinne , Myrrha , thy wicked lust did powre on thee , Thou neuer shouldst haue hid thy shamefull chin Within the barke of that still weeping tree . Oft haue I seene an easie soone curde ill By times processe , surpasse the Leachmans skill . 26. But for we still delight to taste the fruites Of melting pleasure , and bewitching Loue , We wooe our selues with long protracting suites , And daily promise from it to remoue : Meane while the flame we feed within vs still , For deeper rootes the weed and tree of ill . 27. But if the time of this first cure be past , And long-fed loue doth lode thy fainting hart , A worke of greater moment now is cast , Vpon my promise , and of deeper Art. Yet will I not cast off the sicke decaide , Though late it be ere he implores my aide . 28. Paeantius sonne should haue redeemd his health , By cutting off that first corrupted part , Though after many yeares times gon by stealth , He ending warfare was recurde by Art. I that but now did launce the wound in haste , Now wish thou slowly slying time to waste . 29. Yet seeke to quench those flames , that newly burn , With those , whose furie past do now decline : Giue Raynes to running rage , and do not turne Her race , and she will kill her selfe with time . Each violence at first is wondrons strong , And hardly yeeldeth passage vnto wrong . 30. He is a foole that may the Riuer passe By small declining vnto either side : And yet will striue against the streame , alas , And euer be far from his purpose wide . Me thinks I see a minde impatient , That neuer subiect was to Arts true bent . 31. Contemne this Counsell as of slender skill , And scorne th' admonisher as fond and vaine : But then will I apply me to his will , And vndertake my promisde taske againe . When as his wounds wil beare a touch , a straine , And eke himselfe beliue I do not faine . 32. Who would forbid the mother for to weepe Vpon the dead hearse of her dearest sonne : This is no time that she should patience keepe , This is no place to say she must haue done : When with her teares her mind is satisfied , By words her griefe may best be mollified . 33. By time must medicines be measur'd forth , For in fit time wines profit and delight : But out of season they are little worth , And brings the body to eternal night . Moreouer , vnto flax thou addest fire , Forbidding vice , contraring his desire . 34. In vnfit times , by ill meanes , or straunge place , Nor euer shalt thou so thy Patient cure : When then thou seest thy selfe in better case , Able or hard prescriptions to endure , See first thou fly from sloathful Idlenesse , And still be doing somewhat more or lesse . 35. Sloath drawes thee on , and leads thee vnto Loue , Sloath the chiefe cause , and foode of pleasing ill : Shake off but Sloath , and idle ease remoue , Blinde Cupid shall his arrowes vainely spill : His bowe shall breake , and to the ground shall fall , Yea and his firy brands extinguish all . 36. Euen as the Palme-tree loues the Riuers sight , And as the Alder ioyes the Waters side , As Reeds in slymie Marishes delight , So Loue doth euermore with sloath abide . Loue hates all busie braines as deadly ill : If then thou wilt not loue , be busie still . 37. Languor , and Feeblenesse , and sloathful play , Time drownd in Wine , and lost in drowsie sleepe , Steales from the mind her wonted strength & stay , Whiles all her spirits dead , no watch do keepe : Then in slips Traitor Loue her enemie , And doth depriue her of her libertie . 38. Loue euermore a shadow is to Sloath , Attending on her alwaies as her Page , To be imployde with businesse its loath : It hates all care , at trouble stil doth rage . Adde then vnto thy minde some chiefe affaire , Stil to preserue from Loues infectious ayre . 39. There are the seates of Iudgements Iustice see : There are the Lawes go learn to plead for truth ; Thou hast some friend in trouble , set him free : Thus shalt thou euer fly fond Fancies ruth . Or clad thy selfe in steele and shining armes , Pleasure shal fly , and neuer worke thy harmes . 40. Behold the Parthian , who slying fights , Now Captiuate the cause of our new ioyes , Conquer thou Cupids sensual delights : As then the Parthian hast to his annoy ; So in thy double conquest mayst thou weare Two Trophies , and vnto thy Gods them beare . 41. As soone as Venus from th' Aeolian Speare Receiude her wound , she left the bloodie field , She left the care of that vnconstant feare Vnto her Louer , by his strength to wield : Some aske why fraile Aegistus burnd in sinne ? The cause is plaine , Sloath did his vertue winne . 42. Diuers were slack , and many proued slowe , Some came but late , before proud Troyes wall , To which the youth of Greece did daily goe , Concluding their long toyle with Illions fall . Would he the exercise of rough warres daine , His nature could not suffer any paine . 43. Would he haue spent his speech to plead for right , Greece wanted matter for his vehement tongue , All that he could , he did euen to his might , Least nought he should to Loue he tun'd his song : So came that childe to vndertake some paine , So stil he doth a childish boy remaine . 44. The Countrey also doth delight the minde , With pleasant studies of sweet husbandry : This care the greeuoust cares & griefes doth binde , Quickly forgets and makes all sorrow flye . Yoke then thy Oxen well taught to obay , And furrow vp the earth in good aray . 45. Bury therein thy quicke and liuely seede , Which thy fat fields in time shall multiply Yeelding thee treble gaines with happie speede , Behold the Apple bough how it doth ply . And stoope with store of fruit that doth abound , Scarce able to sustaine them from the ground . 46. Marke well the gentle musicke of each spring , Whiles through the Peebles it doth make her way : See how thy Lambes with tender teeth do wring , And choysely crop the sweetest herbes away . The gentle Lambes that alwaies heard togither , Louers of companie , louing one another . 47. Loe how the Goates vnto the Rocks do speede , Their empty dugs for their young kids to fill : Attend the musick of the Shepheards Reede , How his true Curre awaites to do his will. O how the woods resound on euery part , Of kyne that still bewaile their Calues depart . 48. How swarmes of Bees from bitter smoke do fly , Easing the crooked Pillers of their neast : How Autumne yeeldeth fruites aboundantly , And Sommer welcomes Ceres to his feast . The Spring with flowers guilds the pleasant field , And Winters Frost with fier we beguilde . 49. The Husbandman in time conuenient , Gathers his Grape , & thence draws pleasant Wine . The Gardner hath his slips in order bent , Refines the earth , and plots it with his line . Euen thou maist plant , and graffe , and set , & sowe , Cause water many miles through pipes to flowe , 50. Is it fit time to graffe ? make then one Tree , Adopt an other , and preserue his life , There let him stand still couered and still free , From th' iniuries of time , and weathers strife : Thy minde thus busied with this pleasant care , Loue disappointed from thee flyeth faire . 51. Or giue thy minde to Huntings sweet delight , For stately Dian that pursues in chase , And conquers each vntamed beast in fight , Giues Venus still foule ouer throwes and base . Follow the fearefull hart with skilfull hound , Or with thy net encompasse him around . 52. Adde diuers terrors to the flying hart , And with thy Speare transfixe the cruell Bore , So thou all wearie at the dayes depart , Shalt soundly sleepe till Sun the day restore . No idle thoughts shall rule thy fantasie , Nor pleasing dreame thy weaker sense shall trie . 53. More gentle is that pleasant exercise , To fowle with shaft , or closely hidden Net , Nor do these sports of lesse reward dispise , For also they do Cupids treason let : Or hide thy compast Hooke with pleasing baite , Deceiuing Fish that do for foode awaite . 54. With these , and other such , still feed thy minde , For by thy selfe thy selfe must be deceiu'd , Till thoughts of loue quite vanquished thou finde ; Thou onely ( let me herein be beliud ) Though deerest loue implore thee still to stay , Absent thy selfe by iorneyes euery day . 55. I know the sweet remembrance of thy loue , ( Which newly thou forsak'st wil cause thee weepe , ) And stay thy foote that it no step remoue , Altring the purpose , which thou mindst to keepe . But by how much thou shalt desire to stay , So much the faster see thou spurre away . 56. Be patient , and learne by dayly vse , To suffer these afflictions of sicke mindes . Wish not for rayne , fit matter of excuse , Or Sabboths that from iorneyes doe vs binde , Nor Allium , that most vnlucky thing , Which euermore with it mischance doth bring . 57. Thinke not how many thousands thou hast past , But looke how many miles do yet remaine : Nor with delay study the time to waste , To stay neere home do no occasion finde : Number thou not the dayes , the weekes the houres , Nor look thou back vnto thine home-bred bowers . 58. But fly forth still and with the Parthian fight , Who findes best safety in retyring still , Some one will call my precepts hard , and right , He sayes , yea I subscribe vnto his will. But for to keepe our health in perfect state , Much must we suffer of a desperate fate . 59. Oft haue I tasted Sirups of sharpe touch , Against my will , to cure my maladie : But when my appetite desired much , All sorts of meates they did to me deny . To free thy body from disease and paine , Both sword , and fire , & what not wilt thou daine ? 60. If that in greatest thirst and moistures lacke , Thou must not touch one drop of shewring raine , Then to redeeme thy minde from sorrowes wracke : Wilt thou refuse to suffer any paine ? Sith it so far exceeds this humane mold Of base borne flesh vnto corruption sold . 61. But yet the hardest entrance of our Art , And greatest labour that furmounts the rest , Is to endure , and beare the first times smart : Behold how hard it is , to make th'young beast , First brooke the yoke , or back an vntam'd lade , And yet in time they are most gentle made . 62. But thou art loath to leaue thy Countries bound , Thy fathers cottage , and his dwelling place , Yet shalt thou go beyond thy natiue ground , Though to returne thou turnest still thy face : Thou faignest faire excuse , not Countries lack , But thy faire Mistresse Loue doth call thee back . 63. Well being past great comfort to thy minde , Thy iourney , fellowes , and strange fields will bring , Yet thinke not this sufficient , but beware , Least thou returne , ere Loue hath tane her wing , Still absent be , and still vnknowne paths tread , Till euery sparke of Loue lie cold and dead . 64. For if thou do returne cur'd but in part , Loue will againe renew his ciuill warre , And euery day will still augment thy smart , Sith thou returnest to thy griefe from farre . But let him eate the hearbs of Thessalie , That Magicke thinkes will cure his Maladie . 65. Yet auncient is that damned Socerie : But wise Appollo , Poets chiefest guide , Doth point vs out for better meanes to trie : And certaine helpes , on which we must abide . Then by my will no Magicke shal be vsde , No charming verse which many haue abusde . 66. No ghost shal be commaunded to arise Out of the graue , where it should sleepe in rest : No witch , whose lims by age growen weatherwise , Shall cause the earth rend open her wide brest . Corne shall not shift from field to field at all , Nor shall the Sun growe dim , or wax ●●d pall . 67. As erst it did , shall Romes faire Riuer pay , He wonted tribute to the Midland Sea ▪ And stil shall Phoebe course her wonted way , Drawne by her milkwhite steeds , that swiftest be . No Wisard reading backward shall vncharme , Or liuing Sulphure driue away Loues harme . 68. What remedy did Phasis flowers yeeld Circe , when thou wouldst not from Cholcos god ▪ What helpt the weedes of all the Persian field When as the windes Vlisses sayles did blow . Each guile thou did'st attempt to make him stay , A blast of winde yet wasted him away . 69. Yea thou did'st practise through thy deepest arte , To quench those flames that did molest thy minde , Yet did they euermore procure thy smart , And vnto deeper sorow did thee binde . Thou that could'st change men into diuers kinde Could'st not reuerse the passions of thy minde . 70. And when he would depart , thou thought'st to stay Him with sweet wordes , with which thou fild'st his eare , I cannot hope , thou said'st , but humbly pray , To make me your sole spouse , which much I feare : Yet am I worthy it , though that thou skorne , Daughter to Phoebus of a goddesse borne . 71. O yet delay thy iorney some small space , Short stay for great requitall I require , With fauour may I aske a smaller grace : See how the Sea contraries thy desire , With troubled Billowes , which should cause thee feare : Stay then for winde that will thee safely beare . 72. What cause hast thou to hasten thus thy flight ? Here stands no aduerse Troy to trouble thee : No foe to call thee forth to bloody fight , But loue and peace dwels here , from danger free . Yet onely I from them haue tane this wound , Which vnto thee subiected hath this ground . 73. This and much more in vaine her tongue did say , But wise Vlisses alwayes stopt his eare ; And hoysing his braue sayles , fled fast away , The winde her loue , and words away doth beare . Yet still her torments did the more increase , Yet stil of cursed spels she seeketh ease . 74. But all her magicke , and spright binding arte , Diminisht nothing of her furious loue , Ne ought did take from her consuming smart , Ne ought her helish torments did remoue ; Ye then that fondly loue , and faigne would leaue , In magicke spels doe not at all beleeue . 75. But if great cause of businesse thee retaine Within the Citie , where thy mistris dwels , Follow my counsaile freedome to regaine , Which for the Cities presence I will tell . He woonne his freedome and did quite him wel , That once escapte vnworthy loues lowe Hell. 76. This thou desirest him , I wonder at , And of my medicines he shall not need : To thee alone my Rules I will relate , Whose inward wounds do neuer cease to bleed , Who louest , & wouldst faigne that knot vnbinde , And know'st not how , & seekst the way to finde . 77. Recount vnto thy selfe each suttle Art , Each wicked Act of thine vnworthy Loue : Vnfold before thine eyes each losse , each smart , Which by her meanes and for her thou dost proue : This hath she stolne , & that thus must you say , Yet this or that will not her stealing stay . 78. But euen houshold goods , and gods and all , She quite hath fold with couetous desire : Lo thus protesting she doth Record call Her faith , yee falsifies it , O the stoute lyer , How often hath she shut me out her gate ? There suffering me my sorrowes to relate . 79. Yea she applies her selfe to straungers last , And scorne my loue , ô most vnhappie I , Vnto her base apprentise she doth trust , Those secrets which to me she doth denie : The oft remembrance of such cruell wrong ▪ Wil root thy fancie vp though grounded strong . 80. Present them often then to thy sick minde , For hence the spring shall rise of happy hate , O would thou couldst seeme eloquent , to binde More strong perswasions to thy sickly state . 81. Lately I set my fancy on a maide , That fully answerd not to my desier , And therefore striu'd my fancy to haue staide , A poore Phisition to so great a fyer : Yet the remembrance of her vilder parts , Releast the furie of tormenting smarts . 82. How ill and excellent vnshapt her thigh , Yet to confesse the truth , it was not so : How foule her armes , thus would I say and sigh , Yet if they were not thus , I well did know : How short of stature , yet her stature tall ; Thus enuie loathsomnesse to me did call . 83. Good things do neighbour bad , and sit them by , Oft vertue thus of vice doth beare that blame , Faigne to thy selfe , and tell thy selfe a ly , And cloath her vertues with foule vices shame . Thus shalt thou change thy mind with subtill art , And weare away thy still encombring smart . 84. If shee be fat , that shee is swollen say : If browne , then tawny like the Affricke Moore : If slender , leane , meger , and worne away , If courtly , wanton , worst of worst before : If modest , strange , as fitteth woman-head , Say she is rusticke , clownish , and ill bred . 85. Yea whatsoeuer gift , ( for none hath all ) Thy mistris wants , intreat her still to vse : If that her voyce be ill , or cunning small , Importune her to sing , nee'r let her chuse : If that she cannot moue her feete in measure , To see her daunce , still let it be thy pleasure . 86. Is shee of small discourse , and slender wit ? Conuerse with her , that she may wound thine eare , To instruments hath shee not learn'd to fit Her fingers ? then desire a Lute to heare . Hath she an ill vncomely and strange gate ? Cause her to walke both earely forth and late . 87. Hath shee a swelling , and downe hanging breast ? Desire thou still to see her faire white skinne ; Are her teeth blacke or wants shee of the best ? Relate some merry iest that shee may grinne : Is shee compassionate ? tell then some woful case , So shall she shew thee Anticks in her face . 88. Earely desire to steale of her a sight , Ere shee hath cloath'd her with her best attire : We are seduced by vaine errors might , And gay apparell kindles our desire . Then is shee shrowded all in stone and golde , And of her selfe , least part her selfe doth holde . 89. Oft seeke for whom thou lou'st in company , And great resort of other goodly dames : By this deuice new loues beguiles thine eye , And drawes thy first desire to farther blame : Come all vnthought of sudden in the place , So shall she be vnarm'd in weaker case . 90. So shalt thou disappoint her in her guile , See her defects , and coole thy burning loue ; Yet trust not to this rule , which other while Fallacious and dangerous doth proue : For carelesse hauiour that doth banish art , Hath mighty force , to hold a wounded hart . 91. Yet whiles with curious skill shee paintes her face , Be not asham'd , but presse thou to her sight : Then shalt thou finde her boxes in the place , Wherein her beauty lyes , and borrowed light . Then shalt thou see her body all begreas'd With ointments that hath thee so greatly pleas'd . 92. Of sauour worse then Phineûs tables were , Whose filthinesse a plague to him was sent , With these my stomack could not often beare , But euermore to ease it selfe was bent ; But now euen what we vse in midst of Loue , I will thee teach that passion to remoue . 93. For by all meanes we must this fier expell ; But I do shame euen needfull things to showe : Yet thou by those which I to thee shall tell , Mayst well conceiue the rest , and easie knowe . For some dispraise my rimes to enuie bent , And say my Muse is shamelesse impudent . 94. Yet since I see so many that I please , That all the world my sporting lines receaue , Let this , or that man enuie at my ease , Dispraise my pen , and me of praise bereaue : Detracting enuie Homers writ hath blam'd Who ere thou be , he Zoilus hath nam'd . 95. Yea sacriligious tongues hath torne thy verse , By whose good guide the Troyans gaind this land : The loftiest things Ioues thunderbolts do perse ; And winds encounter what doth highest stand . So enuie euer aymeth at the best , And will not giue them any time to rest . 96 But thou , who ere thou be , that thus my Muse So much offendes through looser libertie , If in thy wrath discretion thou canst vse , Then to each subiect , his apt verse applie : Stout warres deserue a Homer to display Their battailes , conflicts , and their good array . 97 What place may there be found for sweet delight , For Reuels , Triumphs , Loues and merriment ; Matters of State , Tragedians do report , For loftie Stiles becomes such drirement . No humble muse must there sound his stil horne , There buskins , but no base shoes must be worne . 98 The Iambicke freely taunts his enemie , Whether his last foote slow , or swift doth proue , The legicke sings of loue , and archerie , With shafts , such as from louers eyes do roue , And with her louer wantonly doth play , And sweetly speake , and plead , implore and pray . 99 Achilles honor shines not in the verse Of Cyrens Muse , where sports do better proue , And stately Homer , thou must not reherse , Cydippe , young Acontius deerest loue : Who can endure Andromache should play , The sports of Thais , and her wanton lay ? 100. Who acteth Thais , wrongs Andromache , One person cannot fit him to both parts : But I will play that part , and Thais be , Our sports are libertines , free are our hearts : Sith then all shame we banish from our verse , Thais is mine , I will her part rehearse . 101. If then my lines do fit a wantons lay , Gnawe thine owne gall , fonde enuy hold thy peace , For we haue wonne the lasting crowne of bay , And cleerd the blame wherein we did displease : Breake enuie , breake in thine owne foule despite , For we haue got renowne , and glory bright . 102. For still with honour , fames desire doth grow ; But at the foote of this high climing hill , My weary Steeds do pant and faintly goe ; As much to vs by their according will : Our Elegies confesse to vs they owe , As from his worke to Virgill praise doth flowe . FINIS . ¶ An exposition of the Poeticall examples , mentioned in this first Booke of the Remedie of Loue. TYDIDES , That is Diomedes , the son of Tydeus & Deiphiles , he was the most strong & valiant of all the Greekes , except Achilles & Aiax : he wounded Venus in the right hād ; whiles shee defended Aeneas , yea , & also Mars , the God of warre , her Paramour . Achilles , in a conflict woūded Telephus king of Missia , who denyed passage to the Grecians through his kingdome , bound for the siege of Troy , of which when no remedie could be found , he receiued from an Oracle , that hee could not otherwise be healed , but by the same Speare wherwith he was woūded : Afterwards therfore being reconciled to Achillis , he obtained that he might make an emplaster of the rust thereof , and so was restored to his perfect health . Phillis , Lycurgus daughter , who entertained Demophoön , returning from the Troian warre , admitted him to her bed : with cōdition , that assoone as he had ordered his home-affayres , he should returne againe and marry her . But he being detained by vrgent occasions , and staying longer then the appointed time , shee hanged her selfe , and gaue an ende to her loue and life , in one instant . Dido . How she after Aeneas departed frō her , fayning a sacrifice , burned her selfe , it is too vulgar to be repeated . Troians . A people of Asia . Medea . The daughter of Aeta king of Cholcos , she entertayned Iason in his expeditiō for the Goldē fleece , which she taught him how to win , and after sled away with him , married him , and bare vnto him two sonnes . Afterwards she was forsaken by him , who tooke vnto his second wife , Creusa the daughter of Creon , King of Corinth , which Medea tooke so greeuously , that artificially enclosing fire in a Forcet , sent it vnto her for a token : with which , shee and the Pallace before day was burnt vp . Herewith Iason being enflamed , ran forth to be reuenged on her , but she seeing him comming , tooke vp her two sonnes which he begate on her , and in their fathers sight murthered them , by cutting their throates , and then through her witchcraft she was taken vp into the Clowdes , and so went vnto Athens . Tereus . Philomela . Tereus hauing rauished Philomela , ( who went to see her sister Progne whom he had married ) that his sinne might not be disclosed he cut off her tongue , and imprisoned her , but being a cunning work woman , she wrote the whole processe of her iniury in an handkercheffe , and sent it to her sister : who in reuenge thereof , killed her owne sonne Itys , and gaue his flesh boyled & rosted vnto her husband to eate : vnto whom , after he had wel fed thereon , she presented the childes head : wherat he being angry , followed his wife to haue slaine her , but she was turned into a Nightingale , & he into that bird which the Latines cal Vpupa , and some falsly translate , a Lapwing . Pasiphae , The wife of Mirios , who being in loue with a Bull , by the helpe of Dedalus her Bawde , found out a way how she might lie with him : yea she cōceiued & brought out a Minotaure , which was half a maā & half a Bull : which being enclosed in the Labyrinth , was after slain by Theseus . Phaedra , Wife to Theseus , who falsly accused Hippolitꝰ his sonne of whoredome , because hee would not satisfie her lust , in lying with her , and so wrought his death . Hee is not I thinke , that hath not heard how Paris king Priamus his sonne of Troy , stole Hellen from Greece , how the Graecians , which are a people of Europe , in reuenge , after 10. yeeres siege , destroyed Troy , called also by the name of Pergamus : wherefore we will ease our margeant of this tedious note . Scylla , daughter to Nisus , who falling in loue with Minos her fahers enemie , cut off his goldē hayre , and presented him therewith , thinking by this great argument of her loue , to win his grace : but he , though by her meanes he ouercame her father , hated so much her impietie , that hee vtterly refused her , and she , throwing her selfe into the sea , at his departure , to swimme after him , was turned into the bird Ciris , a Larke . Ouid. Prophet , that is Apollo , whom Poets doe make their God : hence are they crowned with Lawrell , which tree is consecrated to him : hee also for his skill in the natures of hearbes , is recorded for the inuenter or finder out of that most necessary Art of Physicke . Myrrha , the daughter of Cinarus king of Cyprus , who desiring her fathers companie , by the deuice of her Nurse , enioyed her filthie lust : and was deliuered of Adonis : which when her father knew , he would haue slayne her , but she flying from his fury , was turned into a tree of that name , which euermore weepeth as it were , and lamenteth her impietie . Paeantius sonne , that is Philoctetes , the companiō of Hercules , who after his death enioyed his arrowes , and being drawne to the Troian warre , by the fall of one of them was wounded in his foote , which grew to be almost incureable : for which cause he was left behind in the I le of Lemnos , & after by Vlisses was fetcht vnto Troy , which being sackt , he went into Calabria , where Machaon restored him to health . Cupid , the sonne of Venus , Loues archer . &c. Parthian , a people of Asia , in auncient times the most earnest enemies of the Romans , they excelled in shooting , which they so vesd in flight , that they more endamaged their foes thereby , then by any handy conflict , and yet defended themselues also . Of which Iustine lib. 41. Fugam sepe simulant , vt incautiores aduersus vulnera insequentes habeant . & paulo post . Plerumque in ipso ardore certamini praelia deserunt , & paulo post pugnam & fugam repetunt , & cum maximè vicisse te putes tunc tibi discrimen subeundum est . Aeolion speare , Diomedes speare , looke this before . Aegistus , the sonne of Thiestis by Pelopeia , he murthered Agamemnon , being ayded by his wicked wife Clytemnestia , whom he vsed in whoredome and beastly lust , and was after slaine himselfe by Orestes , Agamemnons sonne . Ceres , the Inuentrix of plowing and tilling , sowing corne , and making bread . Diana , daughter to Iupiter & Latona , and brother to Apollo by the same birth , she , for the loue of virginitie , fled the company of men , and inhabited the woods , dedelighting her selfe with hunting , whence she is named : The Lady and goddesse of Hunters . Allium , by this hearbe which we call garlicke , antiquitie hath noted hieroglifically euill lucke . Thessalie , a countrey in Greece , first named Aemonia ; whither Medea fled with Iason , after that by her helpe he had ouercome the Dragon : in it there were great store of witches , and it aboundeth with hearbes , which they thinke most needfull for their mischieuous practises . Romes fayre riuer Tiber , so named from Tiberius , king of Albania , who was drowned therein , as Liuie our Poet , fast . 2. recordeth . These wonders which Ouid here reciteth , are but the effects of coniuration , the sense of all is but this : as if he had sayd : Seeke not to expell loue by spelles , coniuration or witchcraft , because they haue no force to remoue it . That part of the Ocean which entereth at Hercules Pillars & Midland sea , goeth East to Tripolis , & then North to Constantinople . And the Ocean is all that sea which compasseth the now 4. and according to some , the 6. knowne continents or parts of the earth . Phoebe , the same whom they call Diana , Cynthia & Luna , of vs , the Moone , sister to Phoebus the Sunne , from whom she hath her name : some faigne that her chariot is drawne with white horses , some with fishes . Phasis , whiles Vlisses in his wanderings through the Midland seas eschewed the rough waters Lestrigoniae , he was by tempest driuen vnto Colchos , where Circe inhabited , a great and skilfull Sorceresse , who being in loue with him , restored his companions into their former shapes of men , being now transformed into Hogges . But when notwithstanding he would needs depart and leaue her , she did what she could by charmes & incantations to stay him , but they proued all vayne , and she vtterly forsaken . Phasis is a great riuer in that countrey and Towne also , scituate on that riuer in Colchos a countrey of Asia , full of hearbes which they vse in their witchcraftes : as Hor. Car. l. 2. od . witnesseth . Ille & venena Colchica & quicquid vsquam concipitur nefas tractauit . In this countrey , Circe & Medea two notable witches inhabited , Daughter to Phaebus of a goddesse borne . For Circe was daughter to the Sonne , by the Nymph Perses . Affricke , one of the 4. partes of the world . &c. Phineus , the sonne of Agenor king of Arcadia , according to some , he married Sthenobea , on whome he begate Orythrus and Crambus , whom by the perswasion of their mother in Law Harpalicae his second wife , he caused to be made blind : for which impietie , himselfe first lost his sight , then was vexed by the filthie birds or monsters called Harpeiae : and lastly was slayne by Hercules . After hee found his vnfortunate sonnes wandering on the desolate mountaines , and vnderstood their miseries . Homer , whose diuine poesie is admired of all men , but Zoilus a Sophister , who liued in the time of Ptolomie , to whom he dedicated his worke , wrote against him , and expected some great reward for his labour . But in long and vayne expectation he grew very penurious , insomuch that hee procured one to begge somewhat of the king for his reliefe : to whom Ptol. answered , That he wondred , that whereas Homer had sustained the liues of so many thousands , so long before dead , he being more learned then Homer , should be so beggerly , as not able to maintaine himselfe . From him all other Detractors are commonly called Zoili . Ioues thunderbolt , the lightning , &c. Iambicke , a most rayling and bitter kind of verse , &c. Elegies , another sorte of verse , and vsed in an other fashion , for being most mild and pleasant , is vsed in the Cantoes , Sonnets , & complaints of louers and disports . Cyrens muse , Chalimachus borne in Cyrene , the most excellent writer of Elegies amongst the Grecians : he wrote a notable worke of the beginnings & first institution of sacrifices and holy dayes , not vnlike vnto our Poets bookes De fastis , but he intituled his Aetia . Acontius & Cydippe , a pleasant Comicke fiction . Acontius a young man of Coa , who going vnto Delos , to the sacrifice of Diana , fell in loue with Cydippe , but despayring thereof , because he neither equalled her in birth or riches , he wrote on an apple , at the least to testifie his loue , these two verses . Iuro tibi sacrae per mystica sacra Dianae Me tibi venturum comitem , sponsumque futurum . Which she finding and reading , vnwitting who it was that wrote it , rashly swore to marry him : And afterwards as often as she should haue bin married to any other , she fell into some grieuous sicknesse , so that the matter being opened to her parents , they were contented in the end to make this marriage . Andromache , the wife of Hector , whom after Pyrrhus carried into Greece , and married to Hellen , another of Priams children . Thais , a notable strumpet , borne in Alexandria , that to encrease her gaynes , went vnto Athens , whose name the comicke Poet Maenander , celebrated in his verse . FINIS . To the Reader . I Thought it not amisse ( courteous Reader ) to adioyne vnto this small labour of mine , these two following Epistles , of which one is translated out of Ouid , the other is an answeare therevnto . Which chiefly I did , least the sweete exercises of that honorable and thrise renowned Sapho of our times , should euen the least of them , be lost in the obscure night of sad silence , and Obliuion : and then , especially the subiect , and the matter so fitly agreeing and participating with the former , I could not but couple them together in all points else , a most vnequall match . Wherein I hope the greatest fault that I haue committed , is , but that it hath not the first place . Yet take this old Prouerbe with a right application for my iust excuse . All is well that endeth well . And so end I. Reader farewell . Dido to Aeneas . Aeneas would from Dido part , But Dido not content , She mou'd him first with words , And then this Letter sent . SO at Meanders streames , when fates bids life be gone : The snowe white Swan on mossie grasse , out-stretched tunes his mone . Not hoping thee to moue , this suite I vndertake , The heauens at the motion fround when first we did it make : But fame of due desert , my body and my minde So lewdly lost ; the losse is light , to loose these words of winde . Resolu'd thou art to go , and wofull Dido leaue : Those windes shall blowe thy faith away that shall thy sailes vpheaue . Resolu'd thy ships at once , and promise to vntie , To seeke Italian Realmes , which yet thou knowst not where they lie . Nought mou'd , with Carthage new , nor walles that growing be , Nor that there was committed all the soueraigntie to thee . Thou leauest things full made , thou seekest new to make , To search about for Lands vnfound , Land found thou doest forsake . But graunt the land thou finde , to thee who will it giue ? Why will the soyle to straungers yeeld , whereon themselues do liue ? Thou must an other Loue , An other Dido finde : And which againe thou maist vndo , An other promise binde . When wilt thou into forme a Towne like Carthage bring : And from thy Pallace top behold , thy subiects as their King ? If all things else succeed , and nothing crosse thy minde : What place will euer yeeld to thee a wife to thee so kinde ? For I like waxen torch in Sulphur rold do burne : Each day , each night Aeneas makes vnto my thoughts returne . Vnthankfull he indeed , And deafe to what I giue : And such , as were I not a foole , I would without him liue . Yet though his thoughts be ill , I hate him not therefore : Complaine I do of his vntroath , complaining Loue therefore . Thy daughter Venus spare , thy brother hard embrace : O brother Loue , within thy Campe , point him a Souldiers place . Or me , who first began , for Loue I not disdaine , Let him but onely subiect yeeld , to this my carefull paine . But ah I am beguilde , his bostes are bosted lyes : Of mothers line : from mothers kinde , in all his course he flyes . Thee some vnwieldie stone , or Rockey Mountaines bred : Or oakes which on high rocks do grow , or beasts by Rauen fed . Or Sea with windes turmoild , as now thou seest it sho : Yet thitherward art ready bent , in spight of waues to go . What mean'st thou ? winter le ts , let winters suite preuaile : See with what force the Easterne blasts the rolling waues assaile . Since windes and waters do , then thou more iustice showe , Let me , what more to thee I would , to winde and waters owe. I am not so much worth , which sure thou dost not thinke . That while on Seas from me thou flyest , thy selfe in Seas shouldst shrinke . Thou precious hatred bear'st , and pearst exceeding hie : If so thou mayst of me be rid , thou count it cheape to die . The windes their windie force anon will lay aside : And Triton will with Azure steeds On leueld waters glide . Now ( would the gods ) as they so thou couldst chaunged be : Thou wilt vnles thy hardnesse do far passe the hardest tree . What if of furious Seas the force thou didst not know ? Which tride so oft and found so ill , yet still to sea wilt go . And though they serue at will , when thou dost Anchors way : Yet in so long a voyage , chaunce no fewe mischaunces may . And sure to crosse the Seas , small fruite faith-breakers gaine : That place on false deceiuers doth inflict their falshoods paine . But most when Loue is wrongd , for why ? of Loue the Dame , First naked out of watrie waues , about Cythera came . Least hurt who hurteth me vndone , vndo I shall , I feare , and least by wrack on seas , In seas my foes shall fall . Liue : so I better shall then thee by death destroy : Thou of my death , not I of thine , the Title shall enioy . Suppose a whirlwinde swift , God make these words but winde Catch thee vnwares , what courage thē , what thoughts will passe thy minde ? Loe , straight with falshood fraught , thy periur'd tongue appeares : And Dido driuen by Troians guile , of life to short her yeares . Of thy betraied wife , will stand before thy sight : The Image sad ; disheneiled , with bleeding wounds bedight . Let come ( then wilt thou say ) I haue deseru'd this all : And bent at thee thou wilt suppose , what euer lightnings fall . Both seas and thou do rage , , let both and breathing take : This small delay ( no small reward ) thy Iourney safe shall make . For thee my care is least , thy childe let spared be : Thou hast the glory of my death , sufficient that for thee . What hath thy little sonne ? what hath thy gods deseru'd ? That them the waters swallow should from fyers force preseru'd . But false thou hast no such , as me thy brags haue told , Nor euer didst on shoulders lift , thy gods and father old . Thou lyest in this and all , thy tongue his guilefull part Begins not first on me to play , nor I first feele the smart . Aske where the mother is , of faire Iulus gone : Her stonie husband her forsooke , and so she died alone . It pittied me to heare , which iust recompence : For me had bene , but that such paine is lesse then mine offence . That thee thy gods condemne , my heart doth me assure : Who seuen yeares now on land on seas such tossing doest endure . I thee by wrack vpthrow'n in harbour sure did saue , And scarcely hauing heard thy name , to thee my Kingdome gaue . O would with these good turnes I me content had found : And that in famous fame of mine were buried deepe in ground . That day my woe was wrought , when vnder stooping bower Of mossie denne we met alone , compeld by sodaine shower . Some howling sounds I heard , the Nymphs I thought did so , They Furyes were , who in that sort foretold my fatall woe . Chast Law of shamefast Loue , reuenge on me this blame : Ill to Sicheus kept , to whom aye me I go with shame . Whose sacred Image I in marble Chappell keepe , With leauie branches hid from sight , and wooll of whitest sheepe . Hence thrice I heard me cald , I knew his well knowne voyce , Himselfe thrice sayd : Come Dido , Come : with softly wispring noyse . I come without delay , which once was onely thine , Yet me the more to linger makes , this shamefull fact of mine . But pardon thou my fault , whose deed might well deceaue , To others he in mine offence , the lesse offence doth leaue . His mother heauens Impe , his sire a godly lode , Vnto his sonne by reason bred sure hope of his abode . If needs I must haue er'd mine error had good ground , Put faith in him , he no way els vnworthy shall be found . My faults to end persist , as they at first begun : And their vnluckie spindels still in one like tenor run . My husband fell to ground before the Altars slaine , My brother of that wicked act doth reape the wicked gaine . My selfe exild , his graue and countrey both forsake : And forced am , by foe pursude vneasie wayes to take . I land on land vnknowne escapt from foe and waue : And bought the shore which freely yet to thee false wretch I gaue . A Towne I built , whose wals far out extended lie : Prouoking places neere about maligning to enuie . Wars grow , poore stranger I , and woman vext with warres : Scarse know how armour to prouide and strength my gate with barres . When thousands to me su'de : now all against me come : Grieu'd that before their beds , I haue preferd I know not whom . Why stick'st to yeeld me bownd into Hiarbas hands , I will not sticke to yeeld mine armes to bide thy wicked bands . A brother eke I haue , who wicked hands anew , Imbrewed first in husbands blood , would faine in mine imbrew . Lay downe thy sacred Gods , whom touching dost pollute , Vnseemly with vngodly hands doth godly worship sute . If they from fire escapt , that thou mightst them adore : That euer they escapt from fire thy Gods repent them sore . And what , ô wicked man , with child if Dido be : And of thy selfe some part of thee there lies inclosde in me ? The Dame and ruthfull babe at once shall be forlorne : And by thy meanes to death be broght who yet was neuer borne . So with his parent shall Iulus brother die : One death at once shall two dispatch , whose liues in one doth lie . But God bids thee to go , would God he had forbid To come ; that of thy Troian troupes my Carthage had bin rid . This God no doubt your guide , doth you those tempests rayse : And makes you on those flowing floods so long to spend your dayes . To Troy backe to turne , it scarse were worth thy payne : If as whiles Hector liu'd it was , so now it were againe . Not to Seamander you , but Tibers streames doe goe , Where graunt ariu'd , what are you els , but such as no man know ? But as that land is hid , and from thy fleet doth make , It seemes old age will sooner thee , then thou it ouertake . Yet rather as my dower , this Realme of mine receaue , With all Pigmalions wealth I brought , and farther wandering leaue . And into Carthage Troy with better hap translate , Where thou shalt sacred Scepter beare , enthron'd in royall state . If thou do wars affect , or if thy sonnes desire , Of triumph matter to procure by martiall meanes aspire : That nought may wanting be , such foes we will him yeild , This place for lawes of peace is apt , apt is for speare and sheeld . Now by thy mother thou thy brother quiuer'd boy , By the companions of thy ●light thy gods , the gods of Troy. So may thy remnant left , in field all conquest win , As Troian warre of all thy losse , the finall end haue bin . Ascanius liue his yeeres , with all good fortune blest : And softly may the buried bones of old Anchises rest . Spare now , ô spare thine house , which giues it selfe to thee : But that indeed I haue thee lou'd , what fault canst find in me ? Of Pythia I am not , nor great Mycenae borne , My husband nor my father hath against thee armour worne . Of wife if thou thinke skorne , not wife , cut hostesse call : So thine she be , what Dido be , she nought regards at all . The seas to me are knowne , on Affricke coast that lie : At times they do free passage graunt , at times they do denie . When weather will permit , hoyse sayle and set from land : For now the lauuching of thy shippes the flowing weedes withstand . Charge me to wait the time thou shalt go sure away : Not then , no though thy selfe desire , my selfe will let thee stay . Thy mates some rest require , thy Fleet sore rent with waues : And scarsely yet halfe rigd anew , for some small respite craues . For what haue I deseru'd ? what owe to thee I may Henceforth , for all my marriage hopes , I craue but small delay . Whiles stormie seas grow calme , while custome tempers loue : How patiently mishaps to beare , I shall the practise proue . If not , my life to spill with full intent I mind : Of crueltie thou canst not long in me a subiect find . Would God thou didst but see mine Image as I wright : I wright , and full against my breast thy naked sword is pight . And downe my cheeks along the teares do trickling fall : Which by and by in stead of teares , ingrayne in blood I shall . How well with this my fate , these gifts of thine agree , To furnish our my funerall , the cost will slender be . My breast shall not be now first pierced with this blade , For why ? there is a former wound , which cruell Loue hath made . Anne sister , sister Anne , ill priuie to my falt , Performe thy last obsequious loue , vnto my bones thou shalt . When flames haue me consum'd , write not on marble graue : Here Dido lies , Sicheus wife . but this verse let me haue . Aeneas , Dido gaue both cause and sword of death : And Dido vsing her owne hand , depriu'd her selfe of breath . Aeneas to Dido . Aeneas read what Dido wrote , And sent her this replie ; And sought to cure the curelesse wound , Which Dido made to die . WHen my deare Countrey once most stately Troy Of Asie Queene of gods the handy worke , Mine eyes beheld the furious flames destroy , Which hidden erst in wodden horse did lurke . I deemd me drownd in deepest gulfe of wo , Deeper then which , no griefe could make me go . But when my fortune guided me to see Poore old Prince Priam at the Altar slaine , More deepe then deepest fell I one degree , And felt increast my past increasing paine . And cryed enrag'd : Conspire now heauens all , I am at worst , no worse can me befall . Yet since Creusa my most louing wife , Of noblest birth , and no lesse noble mind : My deare Creusa loued more then life , In haplesse haste I flying left behind : Where weary she , or missing of her way , To bloody Greekes , a bloody death did pay . And since my father comfort of my care , I lost likewise , by death from me bereft , My faithfull friends by shipwrack swallowed are : And is there yet some further sorrow left ? Some further wrack to make me more accurst ? Since fier , sword , seas , & death haue done their worst ? In vaine alas I doubt of what I know , And seeke at thee what in my selfe I finde , I muse : Liue I and know this ? thee forgoe , To whom so many , such deserts me binde . What words can serue this anguish to display , Where waight of woe , doth reason ouerway ? Yet since thy selfe hast made thy pen descry Thy griefes to me , which I with griefe haue red : Vouchsafe ( sweet Queene ) to lend these lines thine eye , And daine to know what reasons haue me led . And as thou knowst them , take them to be true , The truer they , the more their truth I rue . And first ( O Queene ) I neuer will denie , On me bestow'd more fauours can be told , By any words ; nor euer greeue shall I , Elisas name in memorie to hold : Whiles of my selfe , my selfe shall mindfull bide , Whiles liuely breath , these lims of mine shal gide . But for the rest , in briefe I neuer ment , ( Deeme not amisse ) by stealth my flight to take : Nor neuer yet pretended such intent To any wife , an husband me to make . I sought it not , I came for no such band , When tost by seas , I lighted on this Land. If friendly Fates such grace to me would yeeld , As there to rest , where I to rest would choose : Sweete Troy that now liest equall with the feeld , Thou shouldst at least , not all thy bewties loose . In thee rebuilt againe I would replace , The vanquisht remnant of the Troian race . But now Appollo bids to Italie , To Italie the Lycian gods commaund : Here must our home , our rest , our countrey bee : To this our Loue , to this our life is paund . If thou a stranger , countries strange mightst seeke , What in like case , le ts vs to do the leeke . I neuer do recline my head to rest , When night the Earth in moystie shade bewraps : But fancie straight with fearefull sights opprest , Presents my father in sleepe-waking naps . This place with terror bidding me to leaue , And not my sonne of fatall Lands bereaue . And now of Gods the fatall Messenger From Ioue himselfe ( they both my witnesse be ) Hath message brought , I saw the god most cleere : I plainely heard what words he spake to me . Leaue then with plaints to set vs both on fier , Constraind I go , not with wine owne desier . And what wight can necessitie resist , Whose Iron bands , both men and gods enchaine ? What she hath spun , who striueth to vntwist , Or sencelesse is , or pleasure takes in paine ? The sturdie tree holds not his foote so fast , As lythie Reed , that bends to euery blast . Who euer saw those , which of Neptunes land The waued soyle with yoked Ores to plow : With top and top against the storme to stand , Which Aol's youth with blustring breath doth blow They rather yeeld vnto his windie will , Then choose their liues in bootlesse strife to spill . And is it then my life I hold so deare , That life to hold , I Dido would forgoe ? Or is it death that I so much do feare , That death to flye I would procure her woe ? Then Gods me graunt a liuing death to leade In greefe , in shame , still dying neuer dead . But care of my succeeding progenie , To whom by fates forepointed is their place : To whom by heauens of earthly Monarchie , The crowne to weare foregraunted is the grace : This care I say ▪ with care for to fulfill , The gods behest reuersed hath my will. And honors selfe , ( which long a sleepe hath laine , Rockt in Loues cradle ) now awaked new , Cries on vs both : and shall he crie in vaine : To leaue him quite , or yeeld him seruice dew ? You hitherto haue euer famous beene , Forget not now , what fame becomes a Queene . And me whom men ( perhaps vnworthy ) call , The godly wight and second vnto none : In Pietie , from pietie to fall , Were fouler blot , then any other one . Admit ( O Queene ) that I by thee be staid , By wandring Fame , what will of both be said . Loe here the man that out of Troy burn'd , Preseru'd his gods , now quite by him contemn'd : Lo here whose chaste affection cleane is turn'd To lawlesse lust , late by her selfe condemn'd . He leaud , she light , he wicked , she vnwise , This fame to earth , this earth will blaze to skies . You know that Monsters many eyes and eares , Listning and prying still to heare and see , Her tongues and wings which infinite she beares , As lying oft , so flying alwayes be . Of Peeres and Princes euer speaking worst , It is her kind , she was by enuie nurst . You thoughtlesse sit within your Princely bower , Or minding only loue or liues delight : Your fame meanetime , like tender springtide flower The busie blasts of bitter tongues do bite . Each deed , each word , yea countenance and thought Of simplest sort , are vnder censure brought . It is our fate , if not our fault it be , Which highest mounted , set on Fortunes wheele , With our owne sense we neither heare nor see , Which makes vs pinched long before we feele . For foes are pleas'd and would it not amend , And friends are grieu'd , yet dare not vs offend . Go then Aeneas , honor bids thee goe , Honour vnto whose yoke the freest necks are thrall : For her sake fly , if wilt not for thine owne : Though what herein befals , to both befall . Protesting still that no mislike or hate , Mou'd thee to go , but force of cruell fate . For were but Dido halfe so finely formd , VVere Didos eyes but halfe so beamie Ieate : VVere Didos face , but such as might be scornd , Her Country poore , her Towne a simple seate , Yet hauing there such louing kindnesse found , VVhat flinty breast to loue would not be bound . Much more in me , kind hearted Venus child : Not by the lame Smith , but her lustie Loue : My blinded brother might his bower ▪ build , VVhere so great helps encourage him to proue . Her forme , her face , her eyes , her seate , her soyle , Disdaining match , so farre from taking foyle . I both Oenone and the Spartan Queene ▪ I courtly Dames , and Nymphs of woods and wels : I haue Chryseis & Bryseis seene , Yea , Venus selfe , in whom perfection dwels . But if some god to chuse would me assigne , I all would prayse , but Dido should be mine . But hard 's my choise , when there the thundering ( Iove , destruction threatens if I disobay : And here my friendly foe , heart-pursuing Loue , By all his powers , coniures my mind to stay . Alas , ye gods ▪ your discord lay aside , I am but one , and cannot go and bide . Or Ioue frame thou my destinies anew , Allot to others fertile 〈◊〉 , Or rather Loue at once bid both adew , And both restore to former libertie . By reasons rule , the younger and the child , Should to the elder and the father yeild . But thou madde dogge , whose reason lies in rage : Who no rule els , but retchlesnes doth know , Nor reuerence bearest to thy fathers age , Nor from thy brother canst abstaine thy blow . And least for that fault might with thee be found By onely vs , thou didst thy mother wound . But not to loue , nor any els that dwell In starrie house , I for my selfe would speake , Let gods , let men , let ghosts of gastly hell , Their wrath on me , with all their mallice wreake : Let me be tost as erst , with wracke on seas , With warre on land , nor here nor there in ease . Let all that els can mind or body grieue ▪ Grieue without meane , my body and my mind : Only to thee , that only didst relieue My woes and wants , let me not proue vnkind . But thankfull still , that fame may so relate Me thankful still , but stil ●fortunate . For where the Seas before mine eyes thou set , With other daungers likely to ensue : And how I will an other Dido get , Alas I meane no getting of a new . My head is busied more a thousand fold , How since I must , I may forgo the old . And who hath past as I , the stormes of fire , Which crazie towers threw topsie turuie downe : Will litle care , though winters stormie Ire With swelling face , makes Tethis face to frowne . In sum , I can all paine with patience take , But not ( ô Queene ) with patience thee forsake . Not that I doubt least proud Hyarbas power , Shall able be , to make my Dido thrall : Carthage is strong with many a mightie tower , With broad deepe ditch , vauntgarding stately wall . This may and will thee from the Tyrant rid , Thee from thy selfe , ô Gods the luck forbid . Where Loue with losse , Impatient meetes with Ire , Shame calls in sorrow , hatred brings disdaine ; And all in one , do oftentimes conspire , To kill the Patient , so to cure the paine . Which done , for shame away each other slides , But shame , as shamelesse euermore abides . Far better read sometimes a Wizard old , How of lost Loue to ease the curelesse wound : When Paris left her to honour told , Wherein she said , she greatest comfort found . Her hearbs and charmes eased not so her hart , As these plaine precepts of his homely Art. He bad her banish both from sight and minde , All Monuments , but chiefly from her sight : VVhich he departing thence , did leaue behinde , As pictures , garments , armes , and all that might His absent person to remembrance bring : For loue of sight , sight doth from obiect spring . Refraine ( qd . he ) from comming in the place , VVhich hath bene priuie to your sweetest ioyes : Neuer record , or euer with disgrace His words and deeds , but cause of your annoyes . Deem him & them , and when you think him on , Thinke what cause had the Traitor to be gon . But yet at first in no sort seeke to swage , These eager torments of heart-breaking griefe : But whiles Rage runneth , yeeld to running rage , Till time takes truce , and respit brings reliefe . For mightie beasts , and mightie passions both , By following tam'd , by stop are made more worth . Obserue thou must as diet to this cure , That Idlenesse and loanlinesse thou flie : That vertuous accounts still thou haue in vre , And sort your selfe with fitting companie ▪ For Loue erects in idle breasts his throne , And like a Monach loues to sit alone . Thus much and more the good old man did teach , That Ida Nymph , in that forsaken state , As he was hers , so let him be your leach , Since vnto me all praiers comes too late . Religion , Honour , Destinies decree , Three by poore one , how can resisted bee ? Tout Seule . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A08667-e200 Appollinem medecine & Poëse●s Deus invocat . 
B01744	----	The two faithful lovers, or, A merry song in praise of Betty. Young-men and maids I do intend to sing a song that's newly pen'd; and if you please to have it out 'twill please your fancies without doubt. / By T.B. Tune of, The amorous damsel of Bristol city. With allowance. Bowne, Tobias. 1681-1684? Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B01744 13058377 Wing B3898 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[480] 99883161 ocm99883161 183587 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B01744) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183587) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[378]) The two faithful lovers, or, A merry song in praise of Betty. Young-men and maids I do intend to sing a song that's newly pen'd; and if you please to have it out 'twill please your fancies without doubt. / By T.B. Tune of, The amorous damsel of Bristol city. With allowance. Bowne, Tobias. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passinger., [London] : [between 1681-1684] Authorship uncertain. Generally attributed to T. Bowne. Cf. Wing. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "In a May morning as I was walking ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. 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Ballads, English -- 17th century. 2008-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-09 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The two faithful Lovers , Or , A merry song in praise of Betty . Young-men and maids I do intend To sing a song that 's newly Pen'd ; And if you please to have it out 'T will please your fancies without doubt . By T.B. Tune of , the amorous Damsel of Bristol-City . With Allowance . IN a May-Morning as I was walking I heard two Lovers together talking ; With words so sweet he spake unto her , And thus he did begin to wooe her : Said he well met my dearest Betty , Thou art a Girl that is wond●ous pretty ; If I could gain but your love and favour , I 'd b● thy dearest Love fo● e●er . Slight not Sweetheart this loving motion , A Hundred pound it is my Portion , But if we never injoy one penny , True-love is better than b●ggs of Money . The M●ids A●swer . Good sir your words are kindly ●poken , But hasty love is soonest br●ken ; 'T is good for you observe ●our doing , And be not you too , ●uick in wooing . If I should grant you my love to marry , Perhaps you 'd wish you did longer tarry , And in one Year begin to flout me , And wish that you had gone without me . Some men do flout their Wives , 't is certain And say they might had better fortune ; So thus they alwaies frown and lowre , And scarcely live one quiet hour . The Mans Answer . Sweet-heart my love on thee is fixed , Both night and day I am perplexed ; Then prithee do not thou deny me , But come sweetheart and sit down by me . Doubt not sweetheart I le ne'r offend thee , My love is true which I pretend thee , I le not forsake thee for Gold nor Money , Then do not slight me my dearest Honey . Betty blame me not for my speeches , I do not aim for Gold nor Riches , My heart is fixed without moving ; Sweet Betty be thou kind and loving . Grant but to me thy Love and Favour , Both day and night I hard will labour If that I have but health my honey Thou shalt not want for Meat nor Money . The maids Answer . Youngmen have such a way in wooing To vow a●d sw●●er the●'l still ●e lo●ing ; Yet in one Year there is small regarding Which makes some Maids repent their bargain . Yet if I thought your love was constant Which you pretend now at this instant , Methinks I cannot well deny thee Because with words you satisfie me . For what you said I do commend you , And in this cause I will befriend you ; Ask but the good will of my Father , And you and I will joyn together . The mans Answer . Oh now thy words it doth revive me , For I did fear thou wouldst deny me , While life doth last I le ne'r forsake thee , Since for my wife I mean to take thee . There is never a Maid in London City In my conceit is like my Betty , She is so hand●ome in her favour , I think my self a blest to have her . So to conc●ude , I wish each Lover To prove so constant to each other As those two did , of whom i 'me speaking : There need not be so much heart-breaking . Printed for J Wright . J. Clark. W. T●ackery . a●● I. Passing●r . 
B04714	----	Love in the blossome: or, Fancy in the bud. Containing a pretty, pleasant and delightful courtship, betwixt two very young (but truly amorous) lovers, being persons of very eminent quality, (at their first entrance into Cupid's school.) To the tune of, Amarillis told her swain. / J.P. Playford, John, 1623-1686? 1670 Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B04714 Wing P2487A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[315] 99887799 ocm99887799 183459 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04714) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183459) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[250]) Love in the blossome: or, Fancy in the bud. Containing a pretty, pleasant and delightful courtship, betwixt two very young (but truly amorous) lovers, being persons of very eminent quality, (at their first entrance into Cupid's school.) To the tune of, Amarillis told her swain. / J.P. Playford, John, 1623-1686? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). s.n., [London : 1670?] Attributed to John Playford by Wing. Verse: "One summers evening fresh and fair ..." Imprint suggested by Wing. Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. 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Ballads, English -- 17th century. 2008-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Love in the Blossome : Or , Fancy in the Bud. Containing a Pretty , Pleasant and Delightful Courtship , betwixt two very Young ( but truly Amorous ) Lovers , being persons of very Eminent Quality , ( at their first entrance into Cupids School . ) To the tune of , Amarillis told her Swain . J. P. ONe Summer evening fresh and fair , Walking out to take the Ayre , Near to the Court , where Gallants sport , I carefully did wander , VVhereas in State , two Lovers sate Like Hero and Leander . It was under a pleasant shade , VVhere this prety Couple plaid They did not fear to be betray'd Nor had not yet espi'd me , To hear them prattle down I laid , And closely I did hide me . They were both of tender age , In loves affairs for to ingage , Yet Cupids craft , with feather'd shaft Had wounded them at distance , No humane art can cure the smart , In vain was their resistance . This young Gallant ▪ stripling sate By his loving Lady-mate , And amorously began to prate He had both time and leisure , VVith kisses sweet , their lips did meet , VVherein they took great pleasure . She in Cloth of Gold did shine , And her Beauty seem'd divine , I often wisht she had been mine Fain would I be his Taster ; But not one bit , that I could get , T was meat fit for my Master . Having now both time and place Lovingly for to imbrace , This Gallants care , was to prepare The Art of Love to show her : Then near I stept and closely crept , And thus I heard him woe her . DEarest Love and Lady mine , Let our hearts in one combine , VVithin your brest , my soul doth rest Great Cupid hath betray'd me : To kill or cure , 't is in your power Your Captive he hath made me . At your mercy now I lie , Grant me Love or else I die , By virtue of your eye ; Dear heart in love I languish , Then be not coy my only joy But heal me of my anguish . Then she made this sweet reply A stranger unto Love am I , Good Sir forbear , let me not hear Of bondage at this season : The Ciprian Boy shall not destroy My freedome and my Reason . But if ever I should prove , Subject to the God of Love , Methinks my mind is so inclin'd Your Courtship is so moving , No one but you , whom I do know , Shall teach me th' art of loving , Then he was quick to speak again , Whilest his hopes afresh remain ; He sometimes kist , and sometimes mist According as she strugled . But had they stai'd , i 'me half afraid His ●o●es he would have doubled . Now to break off their delight They saw coming in their sight Another pair , both fresh and fair Of spruce and amorous Lovers ; And being met , they made no let But all their love discovers . Then they walked hand in hand , Subject all to loves command : I could not lye but up got I To see some further sport Sir , 'T was almost dark , when ore the Park I see them pass toth ' Court Sir. Then I wisht that I had there Such a pretty Lady near To court and kiss , to hit and miss , As others had been wooing ; But all in vain I might complain , For I could not be doing . 
B04818	----	Loves fierce desire, and hopes of recovery. Or, A true and brief description of two resolved lovers; whose excellent wits, sutable minds, and faithful hearts one to another, shall heedfully be spoken of in this following new made paper of verses. To a delightful new tune, or, Fair angel of England. L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680? 1678-1681? Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B04818 Wing P3371 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[167] 99887208 ocm99887208 181916 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04818) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181916) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[167]) Loves fierce desire, and hopes of recovery. Or, A true and brief description of two resolved lovers; whose excellent wits, sutable minds, and faithful hearts one to another, shall heedfully be spoken of in this following new made paper of verses. To a delightful new tune, or, Fair angel of England. L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for F[rancis]. Coles, T[homas]. Vere, J[ohn]. Wright, J[ohn]. Clarke, W[illiam]. Thackeray, and T[homas]. Passinger., [London] : [between 1678-1681] Verse: "Now the tyrant hath stolen ..." Signed: L.P. [i.e. Laurence Price]. Date, place of publication and publisher's names from Wing. Includes: Celia her sweet reply to her faithful friend. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. EEBO-TCP is a partnership between the Universities of Michigan and Oxford and the publisher ProQuest to create accurately transcribed and encoded texts based on the image sets published by ProQuest via their Early English Books Online (EEBO) database (http://eebo.chadwyck.com). The general aim of EEBO-TCP is to encode one copy (usually the first edition) of every monographic English-language title published between 1473 and 1700 available in EEBO. 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Ballads -- England -- 17th century. 2008-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Loves fierce desire , and hopes of Recovery . Or , A true and brief Description of two Resolved Lovers ; whose Excellent wits , sutable minds , and faithful hearts one to another , shall heedfully be spoken of in this following new made paper of Verses . To a delightful new tune , Or , Fair Angel ofEngland . NOw the Tyrant hath stolen my dearest away ; And I am confined with Mopsa to stay : Yet let Celia remember how faithful I 'le be , Neither distance nor absence shall terrifie me . In Volumns of sighs , I will send to my Dear , And make my own heart correspond to my fear : Till the Soul of my life may be pleased to see , How delightful her safest return is to me . It cheers my sad heart to remember her love , Though malice hath caused this sudden remove : And my mind is resolved what ever ensue , Whether Sunshine or thunder , to be constant and true . If my Bark sail but safely through this rugged Sea , Though with contrary Wind , much tossed it be : In the Haven of rest , and long lookt for content , I 'le chaunt forth melodious Songs of merriment . Till then I 'le retreat to the Forrest and mourn ; Acteon shall eccho my Hound and my Horn. No Reynard shall escape me that runs on the way , But patience perforce I will make him to stay . My heart hath enquired of every Stone , What convoy the Heavens hath bequeath'd to my moan : But for ought I can find , holy Angels are agreed , To rival my hopes , and to slacken her speed . Therefore I 'le sit down , and bewail my sad Fate , Like the Turtle I 'le mourn for the loss of my mate : All the worlds greatest glories vexation to me , Till my Celia and I , in our loves may be free . Celia her sweet Reply to her faithful friend . Thy speeches dear friend I have well understood , And how in exile thou hast wandred at the wood But I am resolved thy sorrows to free , To make thee amends , I 'le soon come unto thee . 'T is neither the Tyger , the Wolf , nor the Bear , Nor shall Nylus Crocodile put me in fear : I 'le swim through the Ocean upon my bare Breast , To find out my Darling , whom I do love best . And when I have found him , with double delight , I 'le comfort him kindly by day and by night : And I 'le be more faithful then the Turtle-Dove , Which never at all did prove false to her Love. The fierce Basilisks that kills with the eye , Shall not have the power once thee to come nigh : I 'le clip thee and hug thee so close in my arms , And I 'le venture my life for to save thee from harms . My Lap for thy head love , a Pillow shall be , And whilst thou dost sleep , I 'le be careful of thee : I 'le wake , and I 'le watch , and I 'le kiss thee for joy , And no Venomous Creature shall my Love annoy . The Satyrs shall Pipe , and the Syrens shall sing , The wood-nimphs with musick shall make the Groves ring : The Horn it shall sound , and the Hounds make a noise , To recreate my Love with ten thousand rare joys . So now I am comming to hasten the deed , Pray Heaven and Gods Angels to be my good speed : If fortune me favour , and Seas quiet prove , I soon will arrive at the Port which I love . Now Celia is gone to find out her Dear , His Heart that was sad to comfort and cheer : No doubt but each other they will lovingly greet , When as they together do lovingly meet . L. P. FINIS . Printed for F , Coles , T. Vere , J. Wright , J Clarke , W. Thackeray , and T. Passinger . 
A08622	----	Ouid's elegies three bookes. By C.M. Epigrames by I.D. Amores. English Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. 1603 Approx. 170 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 53 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A08622 STC 18931 ESTC S104532 99840267 99840267 4748 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08622) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 4748) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 855:05) Ouid's elegies three bookes. By C.M. Epigrames by I.D. Amores. English Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593. Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626. Epigrams. aut [104] p. s.n., At Middlebourgh [i.e. London : after 1602] A translation, by Christopher Marlowe, of: Ovid. Amores. A selection of ten elegies was previously published in "Epigrammes and elegies. By I.D. and C.M." (STC 6350 and 6350.5). "Epigrames" by Sir John Davies, F4r-end. Actual place and suggested date of publication from STC. This edition has an oblong woodcut ornament on title page. Signatures: A-F G⁴. A later edition than STC 18931a--see "Studies in bibliography" 25 (1972), p. 149-172. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. 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Love poetry, Latin -- Early works to 1800. 2002-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-06 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-07 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2002-07 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-08 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Ouids Elegies : Three Bookes . By C. M. Epigrames by I. D. At Mid 〈…〉 gh . P. Ouidij Nasonis amorum , Liber primus . ELEGIA . 1 Quemadmodum à Cupidine pro bellis amores scribere coactus sit . VVE which were Ouids fiue books now are three For these before the rest preferreth he . If reading fiue thou plain'st of tediousnesse . Two tane away , thy labour will be lesse . With Muse prepar'd I meant to sing of Armes ▪ Choosing a subiect fit for fierce alarmes . Both verses were a like till lour ( men say ) Began to smile and tooke one foote away . Rash boy , who gaue thee power to change a line ▪ We are the Muses Prophets , none of thine . What if thy mother take Di●nas bow . Shall Dian fanne , when lone begins to glow . In wooddy groues is 't meere that Ceres raigne ? And quiuer-bearing Dian till the plaine . who 'le set the faire trest sunne in battell ray , While Mars doth take the Aonian Harp to play . Great are thy kingdomes , ouer strong and large , Ambitious impe , why ●eek'st thou further charge ? Are all things thine ? the Muses Temple thine ? Then scarse can Phoebus say , this Harp is mine . When in this workes first verse I trode aloft , Loue●slackt my Muse , and made my numbers soft . I haue no mistresse , nor no 〈…〉 Being fittest matter , for 〈…〉 Thus I complain'd , but loue vnlockt his quiuer , Tooke out the shaft , ordain'de my heart to shiuer : And bent his sinewie bow vpon his knee , Saying Poet , heere 's a worke beseeming thee . Oh woe is me , he neuer shootes but hits , I burne ▪ loue in my idle bosome sits . Let my first verse be sixe , my last fiue feete , Fare-well sterne warre , for blunter Poets meete . Elegian Muse , that warblest amorous laies , Girt my shine brow with Sea-banke Mirtle praise . ELEGIA . 2. Quod prime amore correptus , in triumphum duc● so a cupidine patiatur . VVHat makes my bed seeme hard seeing it is soft ? Or why slips downe the couerlet so oft ? Although the nights be long , I sleepe not tho , My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro . Were loue the cause , it 's like I should descry him , Or lyes he close , and shootes where none can spie him . 'T was so , he stroke me with a slender darr , T is cruell loue turmoyles my captiue heart . Yeelding or strugling do we giue him might , Let 's yeeld , a burthen easly borne is light . I saw a brandisht fire increase in strength , Which being not slackt , I saw it dye at length . Young Oxen newly yoakt are beaten more , Then Oxen which haue drawne the plough before . And rough Iades mouthes with stuborne bits are torne , But managde horses heads are lightly borne . Vnwilling louers , loue doth more torment , Then such as in their bondage feele content . Loe I confesse , I am thy captiue I , And hold my conquer'd hands for thee to tie . What need'st thou warre , I sue to thee for grace , With armes to conquer armelesse men is base . Yoake Venus Doues , put Mirtle on thy haire , Vulcan will giue thee chariots rich and faire . The people thee applauding thou shalt stand , Guiding the harmelesse Pigeons with thy hand . Yong men , and women shalt thou lead as thrall , So will thy triumph seeme magnificall . I lately caught , will haue a new made wound , And captiue like be manacled and bound . Good meaning shame , and such as seeke loues wra●● Shall follow thee their hands tyed at their back . Thee all shall feare , and worship as a King , Io , ●riumphing shall thy people sing . Smooth speaches , feare , and rage shall by thee ride ▪ Which troupes haue alwayes bene on Cupids side ▪ Thou with these soul ●iours , conquerest Gods and men● Take these away , where is thine honour then ? Thy mother shall from heauen applaude this show , And on their faces heapes of Roses strow . With beautie of thy wings thy faire haire guilded , Ride golden loue in chariots richly builded . Vnlesse I erre , full many shalt thou burne , And giue wounds infinite at euery turne . In spite of thee forth will thine arrowes flye , A scortching flame burnes all the standers by . So hauing coquer'd Iude was Bacchus hew , The pompous Birds , and him two Tygers drew . Then seeing I grace thy show in following thee , Forbeare to hurt thy selfe in spoyling me . Behold thy kins-mans Caesars prosperous bands , Who guards thee conquered , with his conquering hands . ELEGIA . 3. Ad amicam . I Aske but right : let he that caught me late , Either loue , or cause that I may neuer hate . I aske too much , would she but let me loue her , Ioue knowes with such like prayers I daily moue her . Accept him that will serue thee all his youth , Accept him that will loue with spotelesse truth . If loftie titles cannot make me thine , That am descended but of Knightly line . Soone may you plow the little land I haue , I gladly grant my parents giuen , to saue . Apollo , Bacchus and the Muses may , And Cupid who hath markt me for thy pray . My spotelesse life , which but to Gods giue place , Naked simplicity , and modest grace . I loue but one , and her I loue , change neuer , If men haue faith , I 'le liue with thee for euer . The yeares that fatall destinie shall giue , I 'le liue with thee , and dye , ere thou shalt grieue . Be thou the happy subiect of my bookes . That I may write things worthy thy faire lookes . By verses horned Io got her name , And she to whom in shape of Swanne Ioue came . And she that on a fain'd Bull swamme to land , Griping his false hornes with her virgin hand . So likewise we will through the world be rung , And with my name shall thine be alwayes sung . ELEGIA . 4. Amicam , qua arte , quibusue nutibus in caena presente viro vti debeat , admonet . THy husband to a banquet goes with me , Pray God it may his latest supper be . Shall I sit gazing as a bashfull guest , While others touch the damse●l I loue best ? With lying , vnder him his bosome clippe ? About thy neck shall he at pleasure skippe ? Marueile not , though the faire Bride did incite , The drunken Centaures to a sodaine fight . I am no halfe horse , nor in woods I dwell , Yet scarse my hands from thee containe I well . But how thou should'st behaue thy selfe now know Nor let the windes away my warnings blow . Before thy husband come , though I not see , What may be done , ●et there before hi● be . Lye with him gently , when his limbes he spread , Vpon the bed , but on my feete first tread . View me , my becks , and speaking countenance , Take , and receiue each secret amorous glaunce . Words without voyce shall on my eye-browes sit , Lines thou shalt read in wyne by my hand writ . When our lasciuious toyes come to thy minde , Thy Rosie cheekes be to thy thombe inc●●n●e . If ought of me thou speak'st in inward thought , Let thy soft finger to thy eare be brought . When I ( my light ) do or say ought that please thee , Turne round thy gold-ring , as it were to ease thee . Strike on the boord like them that pray for euill , When thou doest wish thy husband at the deu●l . What wine he fills thee , wisely will him drinke , Aske thou the boy , what thou enough doest thinke . When thou hast tasted , I will take the cup , And where thou drink'st , on that part I will sup . If he giues thee what first himselfe did tast , Euen in his face his offered Goblets cast . Let not thy neck by his vile armes be prest , Nor leaue thy soft head on his boistrous brest . Thy besomes Roseat buds let him not finger , Chiefely on thy lips let not his lips linger . If thou giuest kisses , I shall all disclose , Say they are mine , and hands on thee impose . Yet this I 'le see , but if thy gowne ought couer , Suspitious feare in all my veines will houer . Mingle not thighes , nor to his legge ioyne thine , Nor thy soft foote with his hard foote combine . I haue beene wanton , therefore am perplext , And with mistrust of the like measure vext . I and my wench oft vnder clothes did lurke , When pleasure mou'd vs to our sweetest worke . Do not thou so , but throw thy mantle hence , Least I should thinke thee guilty of offense . Entreat thy husband drinke , but do not kisse , And while he drinks , to adde more do not misse , If he lyes downe with wine and sleepe opprest , The thing and place shall counsell vs the rest . When to goe home● wards we rise all along , Haue care to walke in middle of the throng . There will I finde thee or be found by thee , There touch what euer thou canst touch of me . Aye me I warne what profits some few howers , But we must part , when heau'n with black night lowers● At night thy husband clippes , I will weepe And to the dores sight of thy selfe keepe ; Then will he kisse thee , and not onely kisse , But force thee giue him my stolne honey blisse . Constrain'd against thy will giue it the pezan●s● Forbeare sweet wordes , and be your sport vnpleasant . To him I pray it no delight may bring , Or if it do : to thee no ioy thence spring . But though this night thy fortune be to trie it , To me to morrow constantly deny it . ELEGIA . 5. Corinnae Concubitus . IN summers heate and mid-time of the day , To rest my limbes vpon a bed I lay . One window shut , the other open stood , Which gaue such light , ●s twincles in a wood . Like twilight glimps at setting of the Sunne , Or night being past , and yet not day begunne . Such light to shamefast maidens must be showne , Where they may sport , and seeme to be vnknowne . Then came Corinna in a long loose gowne , Her white neck hid with tresses hanging downe . Resembling fayre Semiramis going to bed , Or Layis of a thousand woers sped . I snacht her gowne being thin , the harme was small , Yet striu'd she to be couered there withall . And striuing thus as one that would be cast , Betray'd her selfe , and yeelded at the last . Starke naked as she stood before mine eye , Not one wen in her body could I spie . What armes and shoulders did I touch and see , How apt her breasts were to be pr●st by me . How smooth a belly vnder her wast saw I ? How large a legge , and what a lustie thigh ? To leaue the rest all lik'd me passin● well , I cling'd her naked body , downe the fell , Iudge you the rest , being t●●de she b●d me kisse , Io●e send me more such after-noones as this . ELEGIA . 6. Ad Ianitorem , vt fores sibo aperiat . VNworthy porter , bound in chaines full sore , On mooued hookes set ope the chur●sh dore . Little I aske , a little entrance make , The gate halfe ope my bent side in will take . Long loue my body to such vse make slender , And to get out doth like apt members render . He shewes me how vn●eard to passe the watch , And guides my feete least stumbling falles they catch But in times past I fear'd vaines shades , and night , Wondring if any walked without light . Loue hearing it laug'd with his tender mother , And smiling sayd , be thou as bold as other . Forth-with loue came , no darke night flying spright , Nor hands prepar'd to slaughter , me affright . Thee feare I too much : onely thee I flatter , Thy lightning can my life in pieces batter . Why enuiest me , this hostile dende vnbarre , See how the gates with my teares wat'red are . When thou stood'st naked ready to be beate , For thee I did thy mistresse faire intreate . But what entreates for thee some-times tooke place , ( O mischiefe ) now for me obtaine small grace . Gratis thou maiest be free giue like for like , Night goes away : the dores barre back ward strike . Strike , so againe hard chaines shall binde thee neuer , Nor seruile water shalt thou drinke for euer , Hard-hearted Porter doest and wilt not heare , With stiffe oake propt the gate doth still appeare . Such rampierd gates besieged Citties ayde , In midst of peace why art of armes afrayde ? Exclud'st a louer , how would'st vse a foe ? Strike back the barre , night fast away doth goe . With armes or armed men I come not guarded , I am alone , were furious loue discarded . Although I would , I cannot him cashiere , Before I be deuided from my geere . See loue with me , wyne moderate in my braine , And on my haires a crowne of flowers remaine . Who feares these armes ? who will not goe to meet them , Night runnes away , with open entrance gree●te them ? Art carelesse ? or ist sleepe forbids thee heare , Giuing the windes my words running in thine care . Well I remember when I first did hire thee , Watching till after mid-night did not tire thee . But now perchannce thy wench with thee doth rest , Ah how thy lot , is aboue my lot blest : Though it be so , shut me not out therefore , Night goes away : I pray thee ope the dore . Erre we ? or do the turned hinges sound , And opening dores with creaking noyse abound ? We erre : a strong blast seem'd the gates ●o ●ope : A●e me how high that gale did lift my hope ! If Boreas beares Orithyas rape in minde , Some breake these deafe dores with thy boisterous winde . Silent the citie is : nights dea wie hoast , March fast away : the barre strike from the poast . Or I more sterne then fire or sword will turne , And with my brand these gorgeous houses burne . Night , loue , and wine to all extreames perswade : Night , shamelesse wyne , and loue are fearelesse made . All haue I spent : no threats or prayer moue thee , O harder then the dores thou gardest I proue thee . No pretty wenches keeper may ●st thou be , The carefull prison is more meete for thee . Now forsty night her flight beginnes to take , And crowing Cocks poore soules to worke awake . But thou my crowne from sad haires tane away , On this hard threshold till the morning lay . That when my mistresse there beholds thee cast , She may perceiue how we the time did wast . What ere thou art , farewell , be like me pain'd , Carelesse farewell , with my fault not distain'd . And farewell cruell posts rough thresholds block , And dores conioyn'd with an hard iron lock . ELEGIA 7. Ad pacandam amicam , quam verberauerat . BInde fast my hands , they haue deserued chaines , While rage is absent , take some friend the paines . For rage against my wench mou'd my rash arme , My mistresse weepes whom my mad hand did harme . I might haue then my parents deare misus'd , Or holy Gods with cruell stroakes abus'd . Why ? Aiax maister of the seuen-fold shield , Bu●cher'd the flocks he found in spatious field . And he who on his mother veng'd his fire , Against ●●e destinies durst , sharp darts require . Could I therefore her comely tresses teare ? Y●t was she graced with her ruffled hayre . 〈◊〉 she was , Atalanta she resembled , 〈◊〉 whose bow th' Arcadian wild beasts trembled . 〈◊〉 Ariadne was , when she bewayles , ●span ; Theseus flying vowes and sayles . ●span ; Minerua did Cassandra fall , D●flowr'd except , within thy Temple wall . That I was mad , and barbarous all men cryed , She nothing said , pale feare her tongne had tyed . But secretly her lookes with checks did trounce me , Her teares , she silent , guilty did pronounce me . Would of mine armes , my shoulders had beene scanted , Better I could part of my selfe haue wanted . To mine owne selfe haue I had strength so furious ? And to my selfe could I be so iniurious ? Slaughter and mischiefes instruments , no better , Deserued chaines these cursed hands shall fetter . Punisht I am , if I a Romaine beat , Ouer my Mistris is my right more great . Tydides left worst signes of villanie , He first a Goddesse strooke ; another I. Yet he harm'd lesse , whom I profess'd to loue , I harm'd : a soe did Diomedes anger moue . Go now thou Conqueror , glorious triumphs raise , Pay vowes to Ioue : engirt thy haires with b●ies . And let the troupes which shall thy Chariot follow , Io , a strong man conquer'd this wench , hollow . Let the sad captiue formost with lockes spred , On her white neck but for hurt cheekes ke● led . Meeter it were her lips were blew with kissing , And on he neck a wanton marke not missing . But though I like a swelling fllood was driuen , And as a pray vnto blinde anger giuen . Wa' st not enough the fearefull wench to childe ? Nor thunder in rough threatings haughty pride ? Nor shamefully her coate pull ore her crowne , Which to her wast her girdle still kept downe , But cruelly her tresses hauing rent , My nayles to scratch her louely cheekes I bent . Sighing she stood , her blood-lesse white lookes shewed , Like marble from the Parian Mountaines hewed . Her halfe dead ioynts , and trembling limmes I saw , Like Popler leaues blowne with a stormy flaw . Or slender eares , with gentle Zephire shaken , Or waters tops with the warme south-winde taken . And downe her cheekes , the trickling teares did flow , Like water gushing from consuming snow . Then first I did perceiue I had offended , My blood , the teares were that from her descended Before her feete thrice prosttate downe I fell , My feared hands thrice back she did repell . But doubt thou not ( reuenge doth griefe appease , ) With thy sharp nayles vpon my face to seaze . Bescrath mine eyes , spare not my lockes to breake , ( Anger will help thy hands though nere so weake . ) And least the sad signes of my crime remaine , Put in their place thy keembed haires againe . ELEGIA . 8. Exacratur lenam● quae puellam suam meretrici● arte instit●ebat . THere is , who ere will know a bawde aright . Giue eare , there is an old trot Dipsas hight . Her name comes from the thing : she being wise , Sees not the morne on rosie hoises rise . She magick artes and Thessale charmes doth know , And makes large streams back to their fountaines flow , She knows with gras , with thrids on wrōg wheeles spun , And what with Mares ranck humour may be done . When she will , cloudes the darkned heau'n obscure , When she will , day shiner euery where most pure . ( If I haue faith ) I saw the starres drop blood , The purple moone with sanguine visage stood ; Her I suspect among nights spirits to flie , And her old body in birdes plumes to lie . Fame sayth as I suspect , and in her eyes , Two eye-balles shine , and double light thence flies . Great grand-sires from their ancient graues she chides , And with long charmes the solide earth diuides . She drawes chast women to incontinence , Nor doth her tongue want harmefull eloquence . By chaunce I heard her talke , these words she said , While closely hid betwixt two dores I layed . Mistris thou knowest , thou haft a blest youth pleasd , He stayde● and on thy lookes his gazes seaz'd . And why should ' st not please ? none thy face exceedes , Aye● m● , thy body hath no worthy weedes . As thou art faire , would thou wert fortunate , Wert thou rich , poore should not be my state . Th'opposed starre of . Mars hath done thee harme , Now Mars is gone : Venus thy side doth warme , And brings good fortune , a rich louer plants , His loue on thee , and can supply thy wants . Such is his forme as may with thine compare , Would he not buy thee , thou for him should'st care . She blush'tired shame becomes white checkes , but this If feigned , doth well ; if true it doth amisse . When on thy lappe thine eyes thou doest deiect , Each one according to his gifts respect . Perhaps the Sabines rude , when Tatius r●ignde , To yeeld their loue to more then one disdainde . Now Mars doth rage abroad without all pitty , And Venus rules in her Aeneas citty . Faire women play shee 's chast whom none will haue , Or , but for bashfulnesse her selfe would craue . Shake off these wrinkles that thy front assault , Wrinckles in beauty is a grieuous fault . Penelope in bowes her youths strength tride , Of home the bow was that approu'd their side . Time flying shides hence closely , and deceaues vs , And with swift horses the swift yeare soone leaues vs. Brasse shines with vse ; good garments would be worne , Houses not dwelt in , are with filch forlorne . Beauty not exercisde with age is spent , Nor one or two men are sufficiant . Many to rob is more sure , and l●sse hatefull , From dog-kept flocks come preys to woolus most gratefull . Behold what giues the Poet but new verses ? And thereof many thousand he rehearses . The Poets God arayed in robes of gold , Of his gilt Harpe the well tun'd strings doth hold . Let Homer yeeld to such as presents bring , ( Trust me ) to giue , it is a witty thing . Nor , so thou maist obtaine a wealthy prize , The vaine name of inferiour slaues dispize . Nor let the armes of ancient liues beguile thee , Poore louer with thy grandsires I exile thee . Who seekes , for being faire , a night to haue , What he will giue , with greater instance craue . Make a small price , while thou thy nets doest lay , Least they should fly , being tane , the tirant play . Dissemble so as lou'd he may be thought , And take heed , least he gets that loue for nought , Deny him oft ; faine now thy head doth ake : And Isis now will shew what scuse to make . Receiue him soone , least patient vse he gaine , Or least his loue oft beaten backe should waine . To beggers shut , to bringers ope thy gate , Let him within heare ; bard out louers prate . And as first wronged the wronged sometimes banish● Thy fault with his fault so rep●ls'd will vanish . But neuer giue a spatious time to ire , Anger delaide doth oft to hate retire . And let thine eyes constrained learne to weepe , That this , or that man may thy chcekes moist keepe , Nor , if thou coznest one , dread to forsweare , Venus to mockt men lends a sencelesse ●are . Se●uauts fit for thy purpose thou must hire , To teach thy louer , what thy thoughts desire . Let them aske some-what , many asking little , Within a while great heapes grow of a little . And sister , Nurse , and mother spare him not , By many hands great wealth is quickly got . What were it for thee to require a gift , By keeping of thy birth make but a shift . Beware least he vnriual'd loues secure , Take strife away , loue doth not well endure . On all the beds men tumbling let him view , And thy neck with lasciuions marks made blew . Chiefly shew him the gifts , which other send : If he giues nothing , let him from thee wend. When thou hast so much as he giues no more , Pray him to lend what thou may'st●●e're restore . Let thy tongue flatter , while thy minde harme-workes , Vnder sweet hony deadly poyson lurkes . If this thou doest to me by long vse knowne , Nor let my word be with the windes hence blowne . Oft thou wile , say , liue well , thou wilt pray oft , That my dead bones may in their graue lie soft , As thus she spake , my shadow me betraide , with much a do my hands I scarsely staide . But let ●er bleare eyes , bald scalpes thine hoary ●lieces , And riueld cheekes I would haue pul'd a pieces . The gods send thee no house a poore old age , Perpetuall thirst , and winters lasting rage . ELEGIA . 9. Ad Attionm , amantem non oportere desidiosum esse ▪ sicuti nec militem . ALL Louers warre , and Cupid hath his tent , At●icke , all louers are to warre farre sent , What age fits Mar● , with Venus doth agree , ●Tis shame for eld in warre or loue to be . What yeares in fo●●diours Captain● do require , Those in their louers pretty may des desire . Both of them watch : each on the hard earth sleepes : His Mistris dores this ; that his Captaines keepes . Souldiers must trauaile farre : the wench forth send Her valiant louer followes without end . Mounts , and raine-doubled flouds he passeth ouer , And treades the desert snowy heapes to couer . Going to sea , East windes he doth not chi●de , Nor to hoist sayle attends full time and tyde . Who but a souldier or a louer is bold , To suffer storme mixt snowes with nights sharp cold ? One as a spy doth to his enemies goe , The other eyes his riuall as his foe . He cities great , this thresholds lies before : This breakes towne gates , but he his Mistris dore . Oft to inuade the sleeping foe t is good , And arm'd to shed vnarmed peoples blood . So the fierce troupes of Thracian Rhesus fell , And Captiue horses bad their Lord fare-well . Sooth Louers watch till sleep the husband charmes , Who slumbring , they rise vp in swelling armes . The keepers hands and corps-dugard to passe , The souldiours , and poore louers worke e●● was . Doubtfull is warre and loue , the vanquisht rise , And who thou never think'st should fall downe lies . Therefore who ere loue sloatthfulnesse doth call , Let him surcease : loue tries wit best of all . Achilles burn'd Briseis being tane away , Troianes destory the Greeke wealth while you may ▪ Hector to armes went from his wiues embraces , And on Adromache his helmet laces . Great Agamemnon was , men say amazed , O● Priams loose-trest daughter when he gazed . Mars in the deede the black-smiths net did stable In heauen was neuer more notorious fable . My selfe was dull , and ●aint to sloth inclinde Pleasure , and case had mollifide my minde . A faire maydes care expeld this sluggishnesse , And to her tents wilde me my selfe addresse . Since maist thou se me watch & night warres moue , He that will not grow slothfull let him loue . ELEGIA . 10. Ad p●ellam , ne pro amore praemia poseat . SVch as the cause was of two husbands warre , ● Whom Troian ships fetcht from● Europa farre . Such as was Leda , whom the God deluded In snow-white plumes of a false swanne included . Such as Aminione through the drie fields strayed . When on her head a water pitcher layed . Such wert thou , and I fear'd the Bull and Eagle , And what ere loue made Io●e should thee inu●agle● Now all feare with my mindes hot loue abates , No more this beauty mine eyes captiuates . Ask'st why I change ? because thou crau'st reward ; This cause hath thee from pleasing me debard . While thou wert plaine I lou'dthy minde and fa●e : Now inward faults thy outward forme disgrace . Loue is a naked boy , his yeares saunce staine , And hath no cloaths , but open doth remaine . Will you for gaine haue Cupid sell himselfe ? He hath no bosome , where to hide base pelfe . Loue and Loues sonne are with firce armes to oddes● To serue for pay beseemes not wanton gods , The whore stands to be bought for each mans mony , And seekes vild wealth by selling of her Cony . Yet greedy bawdes command she curseth still , And doth constraind , what you do of good will. Take from irrationall beasts a president , 'T is shame their witts should be more excelent . The Mare askes not the horse , the cow the bull , Nor the milde ewe gifts from the ramme doth pull . Onely a woman gets spoyle from a man Farmes out her selfe on nights for what she can . And lets what both delight , what both desire , Making her ioy according to her hire . The sport being such , as both alike sweet try it Why should one sell it and the other buy it . Why should I loose , and thou gaine by the pleasure , Which man and woman reape in equall measure ? Knights of the post of periuries make saile The vniust Iudge for bribes becomes a stale . 'T is shame sould tongues the guilty should defend Or great wealth from a iudgment seat ascend . 'T is shame to grow rich by bed marchandize , Or prostitute thy beauty for bad prize . Thankes worthely are due for things vnbought , For beds ill hyr'd we are indebted nought . The hirer payeth al , his rent discharg'd From further duty he rests then inlarg'd Faire Dames forbeare rewards for nights to craue Ill gotten goods good end will neuer haue . The Sabine gauntlets were too deerely wunne , That vnto death did presse the holy Nunne . The sonne slew her , that forth to meete him went , And a rich neck-lace caus'd that punishment , Yet thinke no scorne to aske a wealthy churle , He wants no gifts into thy lap to hurle . Take clustred grapes from an ore-laden vine , Many bounteous loue Alcinous fruite resigne . Let poore men shew their seruice ; faith and care All for their Mistresse , what they haue , prepare , In verse to prepare kinde Wenches t' is my part , And whom I like eternize by mine art . Garments do weare , iewells and gold do wast , The fame that verse giues doth for euer last . To giue I loue , but to be ask't disdayne , Leaue asking , and I 'le giue what I refraine . ELEGIA . 11. Napen alloquitur , vt paratas tabellas ad Cori●nam perferat . IN skilfull gathering ruffled haires in order , Nape free-borne whose cunning hath no border , Thy seruice for nights scapes is knowne commodious , And to giue sighes dull wit is odious ▪ Corinna clips me oft by thy perswasion , Neuer to harme me made thy faith ●uasion . Receiue these lines , them to my Mistresse carry , Be sedulous , let no stay cause thee tarry ▪ Nor flint , nor iron , are in thy soft brest , But pure simplicity in thee doth rest . And t' is suppos'd loues bow hath wounded thee , Defend the ensignes of thy warre in me . If what I do , she askes , say hope for night , The rest my hand doth in my letters write . Time passeth while I speake , giue her my writ● But see that forth-with shee peruseth it . I charge thee marke her eyes and front in reading By speechlesse lookes we guesse at things succeeding . Straight being read , will her to write much back , I hate faire Paper should writte matter lack . Let her make verses , and some blotted letter , On the last edge to stay mine eyes the better . What need she try her hand to hold the quill Let this word , come , alone the tables fill . Then with triumphant laurell will I grace them ▪ And in the midst of Venus temple place them . Subscribing that to her I consecrate , My faithfull tables being vile maple late . ELEGIA . 12. Tabelias quas miscrat exeoratur quod amica noctem negabat . BEwa●le my chaunce the sad booke is returned , This day denyall hath my sport adiourned . Presages are not vaine , when she departed , Nape by stumbling on the thre-shold started . Going out againe passe forth the dore most wisely , And som-what higher beare thy foote precisely . Hence luck-lesse tables , funerall wood be flying , And thou the waxe stufe full with notes denying . Which I thinke gather'd from cold hemlocks flower , Wherein bad hony Corsick Bees did power . Yet as if mixt with red lead thou wert ruddy , That colour rightly did appeare so bloudy . As euill wood throwne in the high-wayes lie ▪ Be bro●ke with wheeles of chariots passing by . And him that hew'd you out for needfull vses , I 'le prooue had hands impure with all abuses . Poore wretches on the tree themselues did strangle There sat the hang-man for mens necks to angle . To hoarse scrich-owles fowle shado●ves it allowes Vultures and furies nestled in the boughs . To these my loue I foolishly committed And then with sweete words to my Mistrisse fitted● More fitly had thy wrangling bonds contained From barbarous lips of some Atturny strained . Among day-bookes and bills they had layne better , In which the Marchat wayles his banquerout debter , Your name approoues you made for such like things The number two no good diuining bringes . Angry , I pray that rotten age you wrackes And sluttish white-mould ouergrow the waxe . ELEGIA . 13. Ad Aurorem ne properet . NOw ore the sea from her old Loue comes she That drawes the day from heauens cold axeltr●● . Aurora whither ●●dest thou ? downe againe And birds from Memnon yearely shal be slayne . Now in her tender armes I sweetely bide If euer , now well lyes she by my fide . The aire is cold , and sleepe is sweetest now And birds send forth shrill notes from euery bough , Whether run'st thou , that men , and women loue not Hold in thy rosy horses that they moue not ? Fire thou rise , starres teach sea-men where to saile But when thou commest they of their courses faile . Poore trauailers though tired , rise at thy sight , And souldiers make them ready to the fight . The painefull hinde by thee to field is sent , Slowe Oxen early in the yoake are pent . Thou cousenst boyes of sleepe , and doest betray them To Pedants that with cruell lashes pay them . Thou mak'st the surety to the Lawyer runne , That with one word hath night himselfe vndone . The Lawyer and the Client hate thy view , Both whom thou raisest vp to toyle anew . By thy meanes women of their rest are bard , Thou setst their labouring hands to spin and card . All could I beare , but that the wench should rise , Who can endure saue him with whom none lyes ? How oft wisht I , night would not giue thee place , Nor morning starres shunne thy vprising face . How oft that either winde would breake thy coach , Or steeds might fall forc'd with thicke clouds approach . Whether goest thou hatefull Nymph ? Memnon the el●e Receiu'd his cole-blacke colour from thy selfe . Say that thy loue with Caephalus were not knowne , Then thinkest thou thy loose life is not showne . Would Tithon might but talke of thee a while . Not one in heauen should be more base and vile , Thou leauest his bed , because he 's fain● through age , And early mountest thy hatefull carriage , But heldst thou in thine armes some Caephalus , Then wouldst thou cry , stay night and run not thus . Doest punish me , because yeares make him waine , I did not bid thee wed an aged swaine ? The Moone sleepes with Endy●●ton euery day , Thou art as faire as she , then kisse and play . Ioue that thou should'st not hast but waite his leasure , Made two nights one to finish vp his pleasure . I chide no more , she blusht and therefore heard me , Yet lingered not the day , but morning scard me . ELEGIA . 14. Puellam consolatur cuiprae nimia cura comae desiderant . LEaue colouring thy tresses I did cry , Now hast thou left no haires at all to die . But what had bin more faire had they bin kept ? Beyond thy robes thy dangling lackes had swept . Feard'st thou to dresse them being fine and thinne , Like to the silke the curious Seres spinne . Or thrids which spiders slender foore drawes out , Fastning her light web some old beame about . Not black , nor golden were they to our view , Yet although either mixt of eithers hue . Such as in hilly Idas watry plaines , The Cedar tall spoyl'd of his bark retaines . And they were apt to curle an hundred wayes , And did to thee no cause of dolour rayse . Nor hath the needle , or the combes teeth re●t them , The maide that kembd them euer safely left them . Oft was she drest before mine eyes , yet neuer , Snatching the combe , to bea●e the wench out driue her . Oft in the morne her haires not yet digested , Halfe sleeping on a purple bed she rested . Yet seemely like a Thracian Bacchinall , That tyr'd doth rashly on the greene grasse fall . When they were slender , and like downy mosse , They troubled haires , alas , endur'd great losse . How patiently hot irons they did take , In crooked trannells crispy curles to make . I cryed , 't is sinne , 't is sinne , these haires to burne , They well become thee , then to spare them turne . Farre off be force , no fire to them may reach , Thy very haires will the hot bodkin ●each . Lost are the goodly lockes , which from their crowne , Phoebus and Bacchus wisht were hanging downe . Such were they as Dia●a painted stands , All naked holding in her waue-moist hands . Why doest thy ill kembd tresses losse lament ? Why in thy glasse doest●looke being discontent ? Be not to see with wonted eyes inclinde , To please thy selfe , thy selfe put out of minde . No charmed herbes of any harlot skath'd thee , No fai●hlesse witch in Thessale waters bath'd thee . No sicknesse harm'd thee , farre be that away , No enuious tongue wrought thy thick lockes decay . By thine owne hand and fault thy hurt doth grow , Thou mad'st thy head with compound poyson flow . Now Germany shall captiue haire-tyers send thee , And vanqnisht people curious dressings lend thee . Which some admiring O thou oft wilt blush , And say he likes me for my borrowed bush . Praysing for me some vnknowne Guelder dame , But I remember when it was my fame . Alas she almost weepes , and her white cheekes , Died red with shame to hide from shame she seekes . She holds , and viewes her old lockes in her lappe , Aye me rare gifts vnworthy such a happe . Cheere vp thy selfe , thy losse thou maiest repaire , And be hereafter seene with natiue haire . ELEGIA . 15. Ad●inuidos , quod fama poetarum sit perennis . ENuie why carpest thou my time is spent so ill , And termst my workes fruites of an idle quill . Or that vnlike the line from whence I come , Warres rusty honours are refus'd being young . Nor that I study not the brawling Lawes , Nor set my voyce to sale in euery cause , Thy scope is mortall , mine eternal fame , That all the World may euer chaunt thy name . Homer shall liue while Tenedos stands and Ide , Or into Sea swift Symois doth slide . Ascraus liues , while grapes with new wine swel , Or men with crooked sickles corne downe fel. The World shal of Callamichus euer speake , His Arte exceld , although his wit was weake . For euer lasts high Sophocles proud vaine , With Sunne and Moone , Aratus shall remaine . While bond-men cheate , fathers hoord , bawds whorish , And strumpets flatter , shal Menandor flourish . Rude Ennius● and Plautus full of wit , Are both in fames eternal Legend writ . What age of Varroes name shal not be told , And Iasons Argos and the fleece of gold , Lo●ty Luereticus shall liue that houre , That nature shal dissolue this earthly bower . Aeneas warre , and Tityrus shall be read , While Rome of all the conquered world is head , Till Cupids Bowe and fiery Shafts be broken , Thy verses sweet Tybullus shall be spoken . And Gallus shall be knowne from East to VVest , So shall Lycoris whom hee loued best . Therefore when Flint and Iron weare away , Verse is immortall , and shal nere decay . To Verse let Kings giue place , and Kingly showes , And banks ore which gold-bearing Tagus flowes . Let base conceited witts admire vilde things , Faire Phoebus lead me to the Muses springs . About my head be quiuering mi●tle wound , And in sad Louers heads let me be found . The Liuing , not the Dead can cauy bite , For after Death all men receiue their right . Then though Death rakes my bones in funeral fire , I le liue , and as he puls me downe mount higher . The same by B. I. ENuie , why twitst thou me , my time 's spent ill ? And call'st my verse fruites of an idle quil ? Or that ( vnlike the line from whence I sprong ) VVars dusty honors I pursue not young ? Or that I study not the tedious Lawes ; And prostitute my voyce in euery cause ? Thy scope is mortal ; mine eternal Fame , VVhich through the world shal euer chaunt my name . Homer wil liue , whilst Tenedos stands , and I de , Or to the Sea , fleete Symois doth slide : And so shall Hesiod too , while vines do beare , Or crooked sickles crop the ripened care , Call●●maehus ▪ though in Inuention lowe , Shall still be sung , since he in Art doth flow . No losse shall come to Sophocles proude vaine , With Sunne and Moone Aratus shall remaine . Whil'st Slaues be false , Fathers hard , & Ba●ds be w●orish , VVhil'st Harlots flatter , shall Menander florish . En●ius , though rude , and Accius high-reard straine , A fresh applause in euery age shall gaine , Of Varro's name , what eare shall not be told ? Of Iasons Argo ? and the Fleece of gold ? Then , shall Lucretius lofty numbers die , VVhen Earth , and Seas in fire and flames shall frie. Titirus , Tillage , Aeney shall be read , Whil'st Rome of all the conquer'd world is head , Till Cupids fires be out , and his bow broken , Thy verses ( neate Tibullus ) shall be spoken . Our Gallus shall be knowne from East to west , So shall Licoris , whom he now loues best . The suffering Plough-share or the flint may weare , But heauenly Poesie no death can feare . Kings shall giue place to it , and Kingly showes , The bankes ore which gold-beating Tagus flowes . Kneele hindes to trash : me let bright Phoebus swell , With cups full flowing from the Muses well . The frost-drad mirtle shall impale my head , And of sad louers I 'le be often read . Enuy the liuing , not the dead doth bite , for after death all men receiue their right . Then when this body falls in funerall fire , My name shall liue , and my best part aspire . P. Ouidij Nasonis Amorum Liber Secundus . ELEGIA . 1. Quod pro gigantomachia amores scriber● sit coactus . I Ouid Poet of thy wantonnesse , Borne at Peligny to write more addresse . So Cupid wills , farre hence be the seuere , You are vnapt my looser lines to heare . Let Maydes whom hot desire to husbands leade , And rude boyes toucht with vnknowne loue me reade . That some youth hurt as I am with loues bow , His owne flames best acquainted signes may know . And long admiting say by what meanes learn'd , Hath this same Poet my ●a● chaunce discern'd ? I durst the great celestiall battels tell , Hundred-hand Gyges , and had done it well . With earths reuenge and how Olimpus toppe , High Ossa bore mount Peli●● vp to proppe , Ioue and Ioues thunder-bolts I had in hand , Which for his heauen fell on the Gyants band . My wench ●●ef-dore shut , loues affares I left , Euen Ioue himselfe out off my wit was rest . Pardon me Ioue , thy weapons ayde me nought , Her shut gates greater lightning then thine brought . Toyes , and light Elegies my darts I tooke , Quickly soft words hard dores wide open strooke ▪ Verses reduce the horned bloudy moone , And call the sunnes white horses black at noone . Snakes leape by verse from caues of broken mountaines , And turned streames run backe-ward to their fountaines . Verses ope doores , and lockes put in the poast Although of Oke , to yeeld to verses boast ; What helpes it me of fierce Achill to sing ? VVhat good to me wil eyther Aiax bring ? Or he who war'd and wandred twenty yeare ? Or woful Hector whom wild iades did teare ? But when I prayse a pretty wenches face She in requital doth me oft imbrace . A great reward : Heroes oh famous names Farewel , your fauour nought my minde inflames . VVenches apply your faire lookes to my verse , VVhich golden loue doth vnto me rehearse . ELEGIA . 2. Ad Bagoum , vt custodiam puellae sibi commissa Laxiorem habeat . BAgous whose care doth thy Mistresse bridle , VVhile I speake some few , yet fit words be idle . I saw the Damsell walking yesterday There where the porch doth Danaus fact display : Shee pleas'd me soone , I sent , and did her woo , Her trembling hand writ backe she might not doo . And asking why , this answere she redoubied Because they care too much thy mistresse troubled . Keeper if thou be wise cease hate to cherish , Beleeue me , whom we feare , we wish to perish Nor is her husband wife , that needes defence VVhen vn-protested there is no expence But furiously he follow his loues fire , And thinke her chast whom many doe desire : Stolne liberty she may be thee obtaine Which giuing her , she may giue thee againe : Wilt thou her fault learne , she may make thee tremble Feare to be guilty , then thou maiest dissemble . Thinke when she reades , her mother letters sent her Let him goe forth knowne , that vnknowne did enter . Let him goe see her though she doe not languish And then report her sicke and full of anguish . If long she stayes to thinke the time more short Lay downe thy forehead in thy lap to s●ort . Enquire not what with Isis may be done Nor feare least she to th' theater's r●●●e . Knowing her scapes thine honour shall encrease , And what lesse labour then to hold thy peace ? Let him please , haunt thy house , be kindly vs'd Enioy the wench , let all else be refus'd . Vaine canses faine of him , the true to hide And what she likes , let both hold ratifide . When most her husband bends the browes and frownes , His ●awning wench with her desire he crownes . But yet sometimes to chide thee let her fall Counterfet teares : and thee lewd hangman call . Obiect thou then what she may well excuse . To staine all faith in truth , by false crimes vse . Of wealth and honour so shall grow thy heape , Do this and soone thou shalt thy freedome reape . On tell-tales neckes thou seest the linke-kn●t chaines , The filthy prison ●aithlesse breasts restraynes . Water in waters , and fruit-flying touch Tantal●s feekes , his long tongues gathe is such . While Iunoes watch-man I● too much ●yde , Him timelesse death tooke , she was deiside I saw ones legges with fetters black and blew , By whom the husband his wiues incest knew , More he deseru'd , to both great harme he fram'd The man did grieue , the woman was defam'd . Trust me all husbands for such faults are sad Nor make they any man that heare them glad . If he loues not , deafe eares thou doest importune , Or if he loues ; thy tale breedes his misfortune . Nor is it easily prou'd though manifest , She safe by fauour of her iudge doth rest . Though himselfe see ; hee le credit her denyall Condemne his eyes , and say there is no tryall . Spying his mistresse teares , he will lament And say this blabbe shall suffer punishment . Why fighst gainst odds ? to thee being cast do happe Sharp stripes , she sitteth in the iudges lappe . To meete for poyson or vilde facts we craue not My hands an vnsheath'd shining weapon haue not . We seeke that through thee safely loue we may , What can be easier then the thing we pray . ELEGIA . 3. Ad Eunuchum seruantem dominam . AYe me an Eunuch keepes my mistresse chaste , That cannot Venus mutuall pleasure taste . Who first depriu'd young boyes of their best part , With selfe same wounds he gaue , he ought to smart . To kinde requests thou wouldst more gentle proue , If euer wench had made luke-warme thy loue : Thou wert not b●●ne to ride , or armes to beare , Thy hands agree not with the warlike speare . Men handle those , all manly hopes ref●g●ue , Thy mistrisse enseignes must be likewise thine . Please her , her hate makes others thee abhorre . If she discardes thee , what vse seru'st thou for ? Good forme there is , yeares apt to play togither , Vnmeet is beauty without vse to wither . Shee may decei●e thee , though thou her protect , What two determine neuer wants effect . Our prayers moue thee to assist our drift , While thou hast time yet to bestow that gift . ELEGIA . 4. Quod amet● muli●res , cuiuscunque formae sint . I Meane not to defend the scapes of any , Or iustifie my vices being many . For I confesse , if that might merite , fauout , Heere I display my lewd and loose behauiour . I loathe , yet after that I loathe , I runne , Oh how the burthen irkes , that we should shunne . I cannot rule my selfe , but where loue please , Am driuen like a ship vpon rough seas . No one face likes me best , all faces moue , A hundred reasons make me euer loue . If any eye me with a modest looke , I blush , and by that blushfull glance am tooke . And she that 's coy I like for being no clowne , Me thinkes she would be nimble when shee 's down , Though her sowre lookes a Sabines brow resemble , I thinke shee le do , but deepely can dissemble . If she be learn'd then for her skill I craue her . If not , because shee s simple I would haue her . Before Callimachus one preferrs me farre , Seeing she likes my bookes why should we iarre ? Another railes at me and that I write Yet would I lie with her if that I might . Trips she , it likes me well , plods she , what than ? She will be nimbler , lying with a man. And when one sweetly sings , then strait I long To quauer on her lips euen in her song . Or if one touch the Lute with art and cunning Who would not loue those hands for their swift running ? And her I like that with a maiesty Folds vp her armes and makes low curtesy . To leaue my selfe , that am in tocue with all Some one of these might make the chastest fall . If she be tall , shee s like an Amazan , And therefore fills the bed she lyes , vpon If short , she lyes the rounder to say troth ; Both short and long please me , for I : loue both . I thinke what one vndeckt would be , being drest Is she attired , then shew her graces best . A white wench thralls me , so doth golden yellow And nut-browne girles in doing haue no fellowe . If her white necke be shadowed with browne haire , Why so was Laedas , yet was Laeda faire . Amber trest is she , then on the morne thinke I My loue alludes to euery history : A young wench pleaseth , and an old is good This for her ●ookes and that for her woman-hood . Nay what is she that any Roman loues But my ambitious ranging minde approues . ELEGIA . 5. Ad amicam corruptam . NO loue is so deere ( quiuer'd Cupid flie ) That my chiefe with should be so oft to die . Minding my fault , with death I wish to reuill , Alas a wench is a perpetuall euill . No intercepted lines thy deedes display , No giftes giuen secretly thy crime bewray . O would my proofes as vaine might be withstood , Aye me poore soule why is my cause so good . He 's happy , that his loue dares boldly credit , To whom his wench can say , I neuer did it . He 's cruell , and too much his griefe doth fauour , That seekes the conquest by her loose behauiour . Poore wench I sawe when thou didst thinke I slumbred . Not drunke , your faults on the spilt wine I numbred . I saw your nodding eye-browes much to speake , Euen from your cheekes , part of a voyce did breake . Not silent were thine eyes , the boord with wine , Was scribled , and thy fingers writ a line . I knew your speech ( what doe not louers see ? ) And words that seem'd for certaine markes to be . Now many guests were gone , the feast being done , The youthfull sort to diuers pastimes runne . I saw you then vnlawfull kisses ioyne , ( Such with my tounge it likes me to purloyne ) None such the sister giues her brother graue , But such kinde wenches let their louers haue . Phaebus gaue not Diana such , t' is thought , But Venus often to her Mars such brought . What doest , I cryed ; transportst thou any delight ? My lordly hands I le throw vpon my right . Such blisse is onely common to vs two , In this sweet good , why hath a third to do ? This , and what griefe inforc'd me say I say'd , A scarlet blush her guilty face arayed . Euen such as by Aurora hath the skie , Or maides that their betrothed husbands spie . Such as a rose mixt with a lilly breedes , Or when the Moone trauailes with charmed steedes . Or such , as least long yeares should rurne the die , Arachne staynes Assyrian iuory . To these , or some of these like was her colour , By chaunce her beauty neuer shined fuller . She viewed the earth : the earth to view , be●eem'd her , She looked sad ▪ sad , comely I esteem'd her . Euen kembed as they were , her lockes to rend , And scratch her faire soft checkes I did intend . Seeing her face , mine vpreard armes descended , With her owne armour was my wench defended . I that ere-while was fierce , now humbly sue , Least with worse kisses she should me indue . She laught , and kiss'd so sweetely as might make Wrath-kindled Ioue away his thunder shake . I grieue least others should such good perceiue , And wish hereby them all vnknowne to leaue . Also much better were they then I tell , And euer seem'd as some new sweet befell . ●Tis ill they pleas'd so much , for in my lips , Lay her whole tongue hid , mine in hers she dips . This grieues me not , no ioyned kisses spent , Bewaile I onely , though I them lament . No where can they be taught but in the bed , I know no maister of so great hire sped . ELEGIA . 6. In mortem psittaci . THE parrat from East - India to me sent , Is dead , al-fowles her exequies frequent . Go goodly birdes , striking your breasts bewaile , And with rough clawes your tender che●kes assaile . For wofull haires let piece-torne plumes abound , For long shrild trumpets let your notes resound . Why Phylomele doest T●reus leudnesse mourn ? All wasting yeares haue that complaint not worne ? Thy tunes let this rare birdes sad funerall borrow , It is as great , but auncient cause of sorrow . All you whose pineons in the cleare aire sore , But most thou friendly turtle-doue deplore . Full concord all your liues was you betwixt , And to the end your constant faith stood fixt . What Pylades did to Orestes proue , Such to the parrat was the turtle-doue . But what auailde this faith ? her rarest hew ? Or voyce that how to change the wilde notes knew ? What helpes it thou wert giuen to please my wench , Birdes haples glory , death thy life doth quench . Thou with thy quilles mightst make greene Emeralds darke , And passe our scarlet of red saffrons marke . No such voyce-feigning bird was on the ground , Thou spokest thy words so well with stammering sound . Enuy hath rapt thee , no fierce warres thou mouedst , Vaine babling speach , and pleasant peace thou louedst . Behold how quailes among their battailes liue , Which do perchance old age vnto them giue . A little fild thee , and for loue of talke , Thy mouth to tast of many meats did balke . Nuts were thy foode , and Poppie caus'd thee sleepe , Pure waters moysture thirst away did keepe . The rauenous vulture liues , the Puttock houers Around the aire , the Gadesse raine discouers . And Crowes suruiues armes-bearing Pallas hate , Whose life nine ages scarce bring out of date . Dead is that speaking image of mans voice , The parrat giue me , the farre wordes best choice . The greedy spirits take the best things first , Supplying their voyd places with the worst . Thersites : did Protesilaus suruiue ; And Hector dyed his brothers yet aliue . My wenches vowes for thee what should I show , Which stormy South-windes into sea did blow ? The seuenth day came , none following mightst thou see , And the fates distaffe empty stood to thee : Yet words in thy benummed pallat rung , Farewell Corinna cryed thy dying tongue . Elisium hath a wood of holme trees black , Whose earth doth not perpetuall greene-grasse lacke , There good birds rest ( if we beleeue things hidden ) Whence vncleane foules are sayd to be forbidden . There harmelesse Swans feed all abroad the riuer , There ●●ues the Phaenix one alone bird euer . There Iunoes bird displayes his gorgious feather : And louing Doues kisse egerly together . The Parrat into wood receiu'd with these , Turnes all the goodly birdes to what she please , A graue her bones hides , on her corps great graue , The little stones these little verses haue . This ●ombe approues , I pleasd my mistresse well , My mouth in speaking did all birds excell . ELEGIA . 7. Amicae se purgat , quod ancillam non● amet . DOost me of new crimes alwayes guilty frame ? To ouer-come , so oft to fight I shame , If on the Marble Theater I looke , One among many is to grieue thee tooke . If some faire wench me secretly behold , Thou arguest she doth secret markes vnfold If I prayse any , thy poore haires thou tearest , If blame , dissembling of my fault thou fearest . If I looke well , thou thinkest thou doest not moue , If ill , thou saist I dye for others loue . Would I were culpable of some offence , They that deserue paine , bear 't with patience . Now rash accusing , and thy vaine beliefe , Forbid thine anger to procure my griefe . Loe how the miserable great ●ared Asse , Duld with much beating slowly forth doth passe . Behold Cypassis wont to dresse thy head , Is charg'd to violate her mistresse bed . The Gods from this sinne rid me of suspition , To like a base wench of despisd condition . With Venus game who will a seruant grace ? Or any back made rough with stripes imbrace ? Adde she was diligent thy locks to braide , And for her skill to thee a gratefull maide ▪ Should I sollicit her that is so iust : To take repulse , and cause her shew my lust ? I sweare by Venus , and the wingd boyes bow , My selfe vnguilty of this crime I know . ELEGIA . 8. Ad Cypassim ancillam Corinna . CYpassis that a thousand wayes trimst haire , Worthy to keembe none but a Goddesse faire . Our pleasant scapes shew thee no clowne to be , Apt to thy mistrisse , but more apt to me . Who that our bodies were comprest bewrayde ? Whence knowes Corinna that with thee I playde ? Yet blusht I not , nor vsde I any saying , That might be vrg'd to witnesse our false playing . What if a man with bond-women offend , To proue him foolish did I ere contend ? Achilles burnt with face of captiue Briseis , Great Agamemnon lou'd his seruant Chriseis . Greater then these my selfe I not esteeme : What graced Kings , in me no shame I deeme . But when on thee her angry eyes did rush , In both my cheekes she did perceiue thee blush . But being present , might that worke the best , By Venus Deity how did I protest . Thou Goddesse doest command a warme South-blast , My selfe oathes in Carpathian seas to cast . For which good turne my sweet reward repay , Let me lye with thee browne Cypasse to day . Vngrate why feign'st new feares ? and doest refuse ; Well mayest thou one thing for thy Mistrisse vse . If thou deni'st foole , I le our deeds expresse , And as a traytour mine owne fault confesse . Telling thy mistresse , where I was with thee , How oft , and by what meanes we did agree . ELEGIA . 9. Ad Cupidinem . O Cupid that doest neuer cease my smart , O boy that lyest so slothfull in my heart . Why me that alwayes was thy souldiour found , Doest harme , and in thy tents why doest me wound ? Why burnes thy brand , why strikes thy bow thy friends ? More glory by thy vanquisht foes ascends . Did not Pelides whom his Speare did grieue , Being requirde , with speedy help relieue ? Hunters leaue taken beasts , pursue the chase , And then things found do euer further pace . We people wholy giuen thee , feele thine armes , Thy dull hand staies thy striuing enemies harmes . Doest ioy to haue thy hooked Arrowes shaked , In naked bones ? loue hath my bones left naked . So many men and maidens without loue , Hence with great laude thou maiest a triumph moue . Rome if her strength the huge world had not fild , With strawie cabins now her courts should build . The weary souldiour hath the conquerd fields , His sword layed by , safe , though rude places yeelds . The Dock in harbours ships drawne , from the floods , Horse freed from seruice range abroad the woods . And time it was for me to liue in quiet , That haue so oft seru'd pretty wenches dyet . Yet should I curse a God , if he but said , Liue without loue , so sweete ill is a maide . For when my loathing it of heate depriues me , I know not whether my mindes whirle-wind driues me . Euen as a head-strong courser beares away , His rider vainely striuing him to stay . Or as a suddaine gaile thrusts into sea , The heauen-touching barke now neere the lea . So wauering Cupid brings me backe amaine , And purple loue resumes his dartes againe . Strike boy , I offer thee my naked brest , Heere thou hast strength , here thy right hand doth rest . Heere of themselues thy shafts come , as if shot ; Better then I their quiuer knowes them not : Haplesse is he that all the night lyes quiet And slumbring , thinkes himselfe much blessed by it . Foole , what is sleepe but image of cold death , Long shalt thou rest when Fates expire thy breath . But me let crafty damsells words deceiue , Great ioyes by hope I insy shall conceiue , Now let her flatter me , now chide me hard , Let her inioy me oft , oft be debard . Cupid by thee , Mars in great doubt doth trample , And thy step-father fights by thy example . Light art thou , and more windy then thy winges , Ioyes with vncertaine faith thou takest and bringes : Yet loue , if thou with thy fayre mother heare , Within my brest no desert empire beare ; Subdue the wandring wenches to thy raigne , So of both people shalt thou homage gaine . ELEGIA . 10. Ad Graecinum quod eodem tempore duas amet . GRaecinus ( well I wot ) thou toldst me once , I could not be in loue with two at once , By thee deceiued , by thee surpriz'd am I For now I loue two women equally . Both are welfauor'd , both in rich aray , Which is the louelyest it is hard to say . This seemes the fayrest , so doth that to me , And this doth please me most , and so doth shee . Euen as a Boate , tost by contrary winde , So with this loue , and that , wauers my minde . Venus , why doublest thou my endlesse smart ? Was not one wench enough to grieue my heart ? Why addst thou stars to heauen , leaues to greene woods , And to the vast deepe sea fresh water stoods ? Yet this is better farre then lye alone , Let such as be mine enemies haue none . Yea let my foes sleepe in an empty bed , And in the midst their bodyes largely spread . But may soft loue roufe vp my drowise eyes , And from my mistris bosome let me rise . Let one wench cloy me with sweet loues delight If one can doore , if not , two euery night . Though I am slender , I haue store of pith , Nor want I strength , but weight to presse her with Pleasure addes fuell to my lust-full fire , I pay them horne with that they most desire . Oft haue I spent the night in wa●●●●esse , And in the morne beene liuely 〈◊〉 the lesse . 〈◊〉 happy who loues ●●●tuall skirmish layes ▪ And to the Gods for that death Ouid prayes . Let souldiers chase their enemies amaine , And with their blood eternall honour gaine . Let Merchants seeke wealth with periured lips ; And being wrackt carouse the sea tir'd by their ships . But when I dye , would I might droupe with doing , And in the midst thereof set my soule going : That at my funeralls some may weeping crye , Euen as he led his life , so did he dye . ELEGIA . 11. Ad amicam nauigantem . THe lofty Pine from high mount Pelion raught Ill wayes by rough se as wodring waues first taught Which rashly t'wixt the sharpe rockes in the deepe , Caried the famous golden-●leeced sheepe . O would that no Oares might in seas haue suncke ▪ The Argos wrackt had deadly waters drunke . Loe country Gods , and know bed to forsake Cortnna meanes , and dangerous wayes to take . For thee the East and West winds make me pale . With Icy Boreas , and the Southerne gale . Thou shalt admire no woods or Citties there , The vniust seas all blewish do appeare . The Ocean hath no painted stones or shelles , The sucking shore with their aboundance swels . Maides on the shore , with marble white feet tread , So farre 't is safe , but to go farther , dread . Let others tell how winds fierce battailes wage , How Scyllaes and Caribdis waters rage . And with what rocke the feard Cerannia threat , In what gulfe either Syrtes haue their seate . Let others tell this , and what each one speakes Beleeue , no tempest the beleeuer wreakes . Too late you looke back , when with anchor weighd , The crooked Barque hath her swift sayles displayd . The carefull ship-man now feares angry gufts , And with the waters sees death neere him thrufts , But if that Triton tosse the troubled floud , In all thy face will be no crimson bloud . Then wilt thou Laedas noble twinne-starrs pray , And he is happy whom the earth holds , say , It is more safe to sleepe , to read a booke , The Thracian Harpe with cunning to haue strooke , But if my words with winged stormes hence slip , Yet Galatea fauour thou her ship . The losse of such a wench much blame will gather , Both to the Sea-nimphs and the Sea-nimphs father . Go minding to returne with prosperous winde , Whose blast may hether strongly be inclinde , Let Ner●● bend the waues vnto this shore , Hether the windes blowe , here the spring-tide rore , Request mild Zepheres helpe for thy auaile , And with thy hand assist thy swelling saile , I from the shore thy knowne ship first will see , And say it brings her that preserueth me ; I le clip and kisse thee with all contentation , For thy returne shall fall the vowd oblatio ▪ And in the forme of beds wee le strow soft sand , Each little hill shall for a table stand : There wine being fild , thou many things shalt tell , How almost wrackt thy ship in maine seas fell . And hasting to me , neither darkesome night , Nor violent South windes did thee ought affright . I le thinke all true , though it be feigned matter , Mine owne desires why should my selfe not flatter ? Let the bright day-starre cause in heauen this day be , To bring that happy time so soone as may be . ELEGIA . 12. Exultat , quod amica potitus sit . ABout my temples go triumphant bayes , Conquer'd Corinna in my bosome layes . She whom her husband , guard , and gate , as foes , Least Arte should winne her , firmely did inclose : That victory doth chiefely triumph merit , Which without bloud-shed doth the pray inherit . No little ditched townes , no lowely walls , But to my share a captiue damfell falls . When Troy by ten yeares battaile tumbled downe , With the Acrides many gainde renowne : But I no partner of my glory brooke , Nor can another say his helpe I tooke . I guide and souldier , wonne the field and weare her , I was both horse-man , foot-man , standard-bearer . Nor in my act hath fortune mingled chance : O care-got triumph hither wards aduance . Nor is my warres cause new ; but for a Queene Europe , and 〈◊〉 in firme , peace had beene . The Lapithes , and the Centautes for a woman , To cruell armes their drunken selues did summon . A woman for●● 〈◊〉 the Troyanes new to enter Warres , 〈◊〉 La●th●s , in thy king somes center : A woman against late-built Rome did send , The Sabine Fathers , who sharp warres intend , I saw how Bulls for a white Heifer striue , Shee looking on them did more courage giue . And me with many , but yet me without murther , Cupid commands to moue his ensignes further . ELEGIA . 13. Ad Isidem , vt parientem Corinnam iuuet . VVHile rashly her wombes burthen she casts out , Weary Corinna hath her life in doubt . She secretly with me such harme attempted , Angry I was , but feare my wrath exempted . But sheconceiu'd of me , or I am sure I oft haue done , what might as much procure . Thou that frequents Canopus pleasant fields , Memphis , and Pharos that sweet date trees yeelds . And where swift Nile in his large channell slipping , By seauen huge mouthes into the sea is slipping . By fear'd Annubis visage I thee pray , So in thy Temples shall Osiris stay . And the dull-snake about thy offrings creepe , And in thy pomp horn'd Apis with thee keepe . Turne thy lookes hether , and in one spare twaine , Thou giuest my mistresse life , she mine againe . Shee oft hath seru'd thee vpon certaine ●●ies , Where the French rout engirt themselues with ●●ies . On labouring women thou doest pi●ty take , Whose bodies with their heauy burthen sake , Ny wench Lucina , li●●creat thee fauour , Worthy she is , thou should'st in mercy saue her . In wiues , with incest ●l thine Altars greete , My selfe will bring vowed gifts before thy feete . Subscribing Naso with Corinna sau'd , Doe but deserue gifts with this title grau'd . But if in so great feare I may aduize thee , To haue this skirmish fought let it suffice thee . ELEGIA . 14. In amicam , quod abortivum ipsa fecerit . VVHat helpes it Woman to be free from warre ? Nor being arm'd fierce troups to follow farre ? If without battle selfe-wrought wounds annoy them , And their owne priuie weapon'd hands destroy them . Who vnborne infants first to flay inuented , Deseru'd thereby with death to be tormented . Because thy belly should rough wrinckles lack , Wilt thou thy wombe-inclosed off-spring wrack ? Had ancient Mothers this vile custome cherisht , All humane kinde by their default had perisht . On stones , our stocks originall should be hurld , Againe by some in this vnpeopled world . Who should haue Priams wealthy substance wonne , If watry Thetis had her childe fordone ? In swelling wombe her twinnes had 〈◊〉 kilde ? He had not beene that conquering Rome did build . Had Venus spoilde her bellies Troyane fruite , The earth of Caesars had beene destitute . Thou also that wert borne faire , had'st decayed , If such a worke thy mother had assayed . My selfe that better dye with louing may , Had seene , my mother killing me , to day . Why takest increasing grapes from Vine-trees full ? With cruell hand why doest greene Apples pull ? Fruites ripe will fall , let springing things increase , Life is no ight price of a small surcease . Why with hid irons are your bowels torne ? And why dire poyson giue you babes vnborne ? At Cholcis stain'd with childrens blood men raile , And mother-murtherd● Itis , thee bewaile . Both vnkinde parents but for causes sad , Their wedlocks pledges veng'd their husbands bad . What Tereus , what Ias●● you prouokes , To plague your bodies with such harmefull strokes ? Armenian Tygers neuer did so ill , Not dares the Lyone ●●●her young whelpes kill . But tender Damsels doe it , though with paine , Oft dyes she that her paunch-wrapt child hath slaine . Shee dyes , and with loose haires , to graue is sent , And who ere●see her , worthily lament . But in the eyre let these words come to nought , And my presages of no weight be thought . Forgiue her gratious Gods this one delict , And one the next fau●● punishment inflict . ELEGIA . 15. Ad annulum , quem dono amicae d●dit . THou ring that shalt my faire girles finger binde , Wherein is seene the giuers louing minde : Be welcome to her , gladly let her take thee , And her small ioynts incireling round ho●●e make thee . Fit her so well , as she is fit for me , And of iust compasse for her knuckles be . Bestring in my mistresse armes shall lie , My selfe , poore wretch mine owne gifts now enuie . O would that sodainely into my gift , I could my selfe by secret Magick shift . Then would I wish thee touch my mistresse pappe , And hide thy left hand vnderneath her lappe . I would get off though straight , and sticking fast , And in her bosome strangely fall at last . Then I , that I may seale her priuie leaues , Least to the waxe the hold-fast drye gemme cleaues . Would first my beautious wenches moist lips touch , Onely I le signe nought , that may grieue me much . I would not out , might I in one place hit , But in lesse compasse her small fingers knit , My life , that I will shame thee neuer feare , Or by a loade thou should'st refuse to beare . Weare me , when warmest showers thy members wash , And through the gemme let thy lost waters pash . But seeing thee , I thinke my thing will swell , And euen the ring performe a mans part well . Vaine things why wish I ? goe small gift from hand , Let her my faith with thee giuen , vnderstand . ELEGIA . 16. Ad amicant , vt adrura su●veniat . SVlmo , Pelignies third part me containes , A small , but wholesome soyle with watrie veynes . Although the Sunne to riue the earth incline , And the Icartan froward Dog-starre shine . Pilignian fields which liquid riuers flow , And on the soft ground fertile greene grasse grow . With corne the earth abounds , with vines much more , And some few pastures Pallas Oliues bore . And by the rising herbes , where cleare springs slide , A grassie turffe the moistened earth doth hide . But absent is my fire , lyes I le tell none , My heate is heere , what moues my heate is gone . Pollux and Castor , might I stand betwixt , In heauen without thee would I not be fixt . Vpon the cold earth pensiue let them lay , That meane to trauaile some long irkesome way . Or else will maidens , yong-menns mates , to go If they determine to perseuere so . Then on the rough Alpes should I tread aloft , My hard way with my mistresse would seeme soft , With her I durst the Lybian Sirtes break through , And raging Seas in boistrous South-winds plough . No barking Dogs , that Syllaes intrailes beare , Not thy gulfes crooked Malea , would I feare . No flowing waues with drowned ships forth powred , By cloyed Chartbdis , and againe deuoured . But if sterne Neptunes windie powre preuaile . And waters force , force helping Gods to faile , With thy white armes vpon my shoulders feaze , So sweet a burthen I will beare with eaze . The youth oft swimming to his Hero kinde , Had then swum ouer , but the way was blinde , But without thee , although vine-planted ground Conteines me , though the streames in fields surround . Though Hindes in brookes the running waters bring , And coole gales shake the tall trees leauy spring . Healthfull Peligny I esteeme nought worth , Nor doe I like the countrie of my birth . Sythia , Cilicia , Brittaine are as good , And rockes dyed crimson with Prometheus blood . Elmes loue the Vines , the Vines with Elmes abide , Why doth my mistresse from me oft deuide ? Thou swearest , deuision should not twixt vs ●ise , By me , and by my starres , thy ra●iant eyes . Maides words more vaine and light then falling leaues , Which as it seemes , hence winde and sea bereaues , If any godly care of me thou hast , Adde deeds vnto thy promises at last . And with swift Naggs drawing thy little Coach , ( Their reines let loose ) right soone my house approach . But when she comes , your swelling mounts sinck down ▪ And falling vallies be the smooth-wayes crowne . ELEGIA . 17. Quod Corinnae soli sit seruturus . TO serue a wench if any thinke it shame , He being iudge , I am conuinc'd of blame . Let me be slandered , while my fire she hides , That Paphos , and the floud-beate Cithera guides , Would I had beene my mistresse gentle prey , Since some faire one I should of force obey , Beauty giues heart , Corinnas lookes excell , Aye me why is it knowne to her so well ? But by her glasse disdainefull pride she learnes , Nor she her selfe but first trim'd vp discernes . Not though thy face in all things make thee raigne , ( O Face most cunning mine eyes to de tayne ) Thou ought'st therefore to scorne me for thy mate , Small things with greater may be copulate , Loue-snarde Calypso is supposde to pray , A mortall nimphes refusing Lord to stay . Who doubts , with Pelius , Thetis did consort , Egeria with iust Numa had good sport , Venus with Vulcan , though smiths tooles laide by , With his stumpe-foote he halts ill-fauouredly . This kinde of verse is not alike , yet fit , With shorter numbers the heroick sit . And thou my light accept me how so euer , Lay in the mid bed , there be my law giuer . My stay no crime , my flight no ioy shall breed , Nor of our loue , to be asham'd we need . For great reuenews I good verses haue , And many by me to get glory craue . I know a wench reports her selfe Corinue , What would not she giue that faire name to winne ? But sundry flouds in one banke neuer go , Eurotas cold , and poplar-bearing Po. Nor in my bookes shall one but thou be writ , Thou doest alone giue matter to my wit. ELEGIA . 18. Ad Macrum , quod de amoribus scribat . TO tragick verse while thou Achilles train'st , And new sworne souldiours maiden armes retain'st , We Macer sit in Venus slothfull shade , And tender loue hath great things hatefull made . Often at length , my wench depart , I bid , Shee in my lap sits still as earst she did . I said it takes me , halfe to weeping framed , Aye me she cries , to loue , why art a●●●●ed ? Then wrethes about my neck her winding armes , And thousand kisses giues , that worke my harmes : I-yeeld , and back my wit from battels bring , Domestick acts , and mine owne warres to sing . Yet tragedies , and scepters fild my lines , But though I apt were for such high deseignes . Loue laughed at my cloak , and buskines painted , And rule so soone with priuate hands acquainted . My mistresse deity also drew me from it , And loue triumpheth o're his busking Poet. What lawfull is , or we professe loues art . ( Alas my precepts turne my selfe to smart ) We write , or what Penelope sends Vlysses , Or Phillis teares that her Demophoon misses . What thanklesse Iason , Macareus , and Paris , Phedra , and Hipolite may read , my care is , And what poore Dide , with her drawne sword sharp , Doth say , with her that lou'd the Aonian ha●p . As soone as from strange landes Sabinus came , And writings did from diuerse places frame . White-cheekt Penelope knew Vlysses signe , The step-dame read Hyppolitus lustlesse line . Aeneas to Elisa aunswer giues , And Phillis hath to reade ; if now she liues . Iasons sad letter doth Hipsipile greete , Sappho her vowed harp laies at Phoebus feete . Nor of thee Macer that resound'st forth armes , Is golden loue hid in Mars mid alarmes . There Paris is , and Helens crymes record , With Laedemeia mate to her dead Lord. Vnlesse I erre to these thou more incline , Then warres , and from thy tents wilt come to mine , ELEGIA . 19. Adriualem , cui vxor curae non erat . FOole if to keepe thy wife thou hast no neede , Keepe her from me , my more desire to breede , We skorne things lawfull , stolne sweetes we affect , Cruell is he that loues whom none protect . Let vs both louers hope , and feare a like , And may repulse place for our wishes strike . What should I do with fortune that n'ere failes me ? Nothing I loue , that at all times auailes me . Wily Corinna , saw this blemish in me , And craftily knowes by what meanes to winne me . Ah often , that her haole head aked , she lying , Wild me , whose slow feete sought delay by flying , Ah oft , how much she might she feign'd offence ; And doing wrong made shew of innocence . So hauing vext she nourisht my warme fire , And was againe most apt to my desire . To please me , what faire tearmes and sweete words ha' ● she Great Gods what kisses , and how many gaue she ? Thou also that late tookest mine eyes away , Oft couzen me , oft being wooed say nay . And on thy thre-shold let me lie dispred , Suffring much cold by hoary nights frost bred . So shall my loue continue many yeares , This doth delight me , this my courage cheares . Fat loue , and too much fulsome me annoyes , Euen as sweet meate a glutted stomack cloyes . In brazen tower had not Danae dwelt , A mothers ioy by Ioue she had not felt . While Iuno Io keepes , when hornes she wore , Ioue liked her better then he did before . Who couets lawfull things takes leaues from woods , And drinkes stolne waters in surrow●ding floodes . Her louer let her mock , that long will raigne , Aye me , let not my warnings cause my paine . What euer haps , by suffrance harme is done , What flies , I follow , what followes me I shunne . But thou of thy faire damsell too secure , Begin to shut thy house at euening sure . Search at the dore who knocks ost in the darke , In nights deep silence why the ban-dogges barke . Whether the subtile maide ●●●es bringes and carries , Why she alone in empty bed oft tarries . Let this care some-times bite thee to the quick , That to deceits it may me forward prick . To steale sands from the shore he loues alife , That can effect a foolish wittals wife . Now I forewarne , vnlesse to keep her stronger , Thou doest begin , she shall be mine no longer . Long haue I borne much , hoping time would beate thee , To guard her well , that well I might intreate thee . Thou suffrest what no husband can endure , But of my loue it will an end procure . Shall I poore soule be neuer interdicted ? Nor neuer with nights sharp reuenge afflicted ? In sleeping shall I fearelesse draw my breath ? Wilt nothing do , why I should wish thy death ? Can I but loath a husband growne a bawde , By thy default thou doest our ioyes defaude . Some other seeke that may in patience striue with thee , To pleasure me , for-bid me to coriue with thee . P. Ouidij Nasonis amorum , Liber tertius . ELEGIA . 1. Deliberatio poetae , vtrum elegos pergat scribere an potius tragoedias . AN old wood , stands vncut of long yeares space , T' is credible some good head haunts the place , In midst thereof a stone-pau'd sacred spring , Where round about small birdes most sweetely sing . Here while I walke hid close in shadie groue , To finde , what worke , my muse might moue , I stroue , Elegta came with haires perfumed sweete , And one , I thinke , was longer , of her feete . A decent forme , thinne robe , a louers looke , By her footes blemish greater grace she tooke , Then with huge steps came violent Tragedie , Sterne was her front , her looke on ground did he . Her left hand held abroad a regal scepter , The Lydian buskin fit places kept her . And first he said , when will thy loue be spent ? O Poet carelesse of thy argument . Wyne-bibbing banquets tell thy naughtinesse , Each crosse waies corner doth as much expresse . Oft some points at the prophet passing by , And this is he whom fierce loue burnes , they cry , A laughing stock thou art to all the citty , While without shame thou sing'st thy lewdnesse ditty . Ti 's time to moue graue things in lofty stile , Long hast thou loyterd , greater workes compile . The subiect hides thy wit , mens acts resound , This thou wilt say to be a worthy ground . Thy muse hath played what may mild girles content , And by those numbers is thy first youth spent , Now giue the Roman Tragedy a name , To fill my lawes thy wanton spirit frame , This saied , she mou'd her buskins gaily varnisht , And seauen time shook her head with thick locks garnisht The other smilde , ( I wot ) with wanton eyes , Erre I ? or mittele in her right hand lyes , With lofty wordes stout Tragedy ( she said ) Why treadst me downe ? art thou aye grauely played ? Thou dignest vnequall lines should thee rehearse , Thou fightst against me vsing mine owne verse . Thy lofty stile with mine I not compare , Small doores vnfitting for large houses are . Light am I , and with thee , my care , light loue , Not stronger am I , then the things I moue . Venus without me should be rusticall , This goddesse company doth to me befall . What gate thy stately words cannot vnlocke , My flatt'ring speeches soone wide open knocke . And I deseru●● more then thou canst in verity , By suffering much not borne by thy seuerity . By me Corinna learnes , cousening her guard , To get the dore with little noyse vnbard . And slipt from bed , cloth'd in a loose night-gown To moue her feet vnheard in siting down . Ah how oft on hard doores hung I engrau'd , From no mans reading fearing to be fau'd . But till the keepes went forth , I forget not , ●he maide to hide me in her bosome let not . What gift with me was on her birth day sent , But cruelly by her was drown'd and rent . First of thy minde the happy seedes I knew , Thou hast my gift , which she would from thee sue . She left ; I say'd , you both I must beseech , To empty aire may go my fearfull speech . With scepters , & high buskins ●h ' one would dresse me . So through the world should bright renowne expresse me . The other giues my loue a conquering name , Come therefore , and to long verse shorter frame . Grant Tragedy thy Poet times least title , Thy labour euer lasts , she askes but little . She gaue me leaue , soft loues in time make hast . Some greater worke will vrge me on at last . ELEGIA . 2. Ad amicam cursum equoru●● spectantem . I Sit not here the noble horse to see , Yet whom thou fauourst , pray may conquerour be . To sit , and talke with thee I hether came . That thou mayst know with loue thou mak'st me flame . Thou view'st the course , I thee : let either heede , What please them , and their eyes let either feede . What horse-driuer thou fauourst most is best , Because on him thy care doth hap to rest . Such chance let me haue : I would brauely runne , On swift steedes mounted till the race were done . Now would I slacke the reines , now lash her hide , With wheles bent inward now the ring-turne ride . In running if I see thee , I shall stay , And from my hands the reines will slip away . Ah Pelpos from his coach was almost feld , Hippodameias lookes while he beheld . Yet he attain'd by her support to haue her , Let vs all conquer by our mistris fauour . In vaine why flyest backe ? force conioyns vs now : The places lawes this benifit alow , But spare my wench thou at her right hand seated , By thy sides touching ill she is intreated . And sit thou rounder , that behind vs see , For shame presse not her backe with thy hard knee . But on the ground thy cloaths too loosely lye , Gat her them vp , or lift them loe will I. Enuious garments so good legges to hide , The more thou look'st , the more the gowne enuide . Swift Atalantas flying legges like these , Wish in his hands graspt did Hippomines . Coate-tuckt Dianàs legges are painted like them , When strong wild beasts , she stronger hunts to strike thē , Ere these were seene , I burnt : what will these do ? Flames into flame , flouds thou powerst seas into . By these I iudge delight me may the rest , Which lie hid vnder her thinne veile supprest . Yet in the meane time wilt small windes bestow , That from thy fanne , mou'd by my hand may blow . Or if my heate , of minde , not of the skie ? I' st woements loue my captiue brest doth frie ? While thus I speake , blacke dust her white robes ray : Foule dust , from her faire body go away . Now comes the pompe ; themselues let all men cheere : The shout is nigh ; the golden pompe comes heere . First victory is brought with large spread wing , Goddesse come heere , make my loue conquering . Applaud you Neptune , that dare trust his waue , The sea I vse not : me my earth must haue . Souldier applaud thy Mars , no warrs we mone , Peace pleaseth me , and in mid peace is lone . With Augures Phaebus , Phaebe with hunters standes . To thee Minerua turne the crafts-mens hands . Ceres and Bacchus Country-men adore , Champions pleace Poll●●● , Castor loues horsemen more . Thee gentle Venus , and the boy that flies , We praise , great goddesse ayde my enterprize . Let my new mistris graunt to be beloued , She beckt , and prosperous signes gaue as she moued . What Venus promis'd , promise thou we pray Greater then her , by her leaue th' art , I le say . The Gods , and their rich-pompe witnesse with me , For euermore thou shalt my mistres be . Thy legges hang-downe , thou maiest , if that be best , Or while thy tiptoes on the foot-stoole rest . Now greatest spectacles the Praector sends , Fower-chariot horses from the lists euen ends , I see whom thou affectest : he shall subdue , The horses seeme , as they desire thy knewe . Alas he runnes too farre about the ring , What doest ? thy wagon in lesse compasse bring . What dost vnhappy ? her good wishes fade , Let with strong hand the reine to bend be made . One flowe we fauour , Romans him reuoke : And each giue signes by casting vp his cloake . They call him backe , least their gownes tosse thy haire , To hide thee in my bosome strait repaire . But now againe the barriers open lye ; And forth the gay troupes on swift horses flie . As last now conquer , and out-runne the rest : My mistris with confirme with my request . My mistris hath her wish , my wish remaine : He holds the palme : my palme is yet to gaine . She smilde , and with quicke-eyes behight some grace ▪ Pay it not heere , but in an other place . ELEGIA . 13. De amica , quae periur auerat . VVHat are there Gods ? her selfe she hath forswort , And yet remaines the face she had before . How long her lockes were ere her oath she tooke : So long they be , since she her faith forsooke . Faire white with rose red was before commixt : Now shine her lookes pure white and red betwixt . Her foote was small : her footes forme is most fit ▪ Comely tall was she , comely tall shee 's yet . Sharpe eyes she had : radiant like starrs they be , By which she periurd oft hath lyed by me . Insooth th' eternall powers grant maides society . Falsely to sware , their beauty hath some diety . By her eyes I remember late she swore , And by mine eyes , and mine were pained sore . Say Gods : if she vnpunisht you deceiue , For others faults why do I losse receiue . But did you not so enuy Cepheus daughter , For her ill-beautious mother iudg'd to slaughter . T' is not enough , she shakes your record off , And vnreueng'd mockt Gods with me doth scoffe . But by my paine to purge her periuries , Couzend , I am the couzeners sacrifice . God is a name , no substance , fear'd in vaine , And doth the world in fond beliefe deteine . Or if there be a God , he loues fine wenches , And all thinges too much in their sole power drenches . Mars girts his deadly sword on for my harme , Pallas launce strikes me with vnconquerd arme . At me Apollo bends his pliant bow , At me Ioues right-hand lightning hath to throw . The wronged Gods dread faire ones to offend , And feare those , that to feare them least intend . VVho now will care the Altars to persume ? Tut , men should not their courage so consume . Ioue throwes downe woods , and Castles with his fire , But bids his darts from periur'd girles retire . Poore Semele among so many burned . Her owne request to her owne torment turn'd . But when her louer came , had she drawne back , The fathers thigh should vnborne Bacchus lack , VVhy grieue I ? and of heauen reproches pen ? The Gods haue eyes , and breasts as well as men . VVere I a God , I should giue women leaue , VVith lying lips my God-head to deceaue . My selfe would sweare the wenches true did sheare , And I would be none of the Gods seuere . But yet their gift more moderately vse , Or in mine eyes good wench no paine transfuse , ELEGIA . 4. Ad virum seruantem coniugem . RVde man , 't is vaine , thy damsell to commend , To keepers trust ; their wits should them defend . Who , without feare , is chast : is chast in sooth : Who , because meanes want , doeth not she doth . Though thou her body guard , her minde is staind , Nor , least she will , can any be restrainde . Nor canst by watching keepe her minde from sinne , All being shut out , th' adulterer is within . Who may offend , sinnes least ; power to do ill , The fainting feedes of naughtinesse doth kill . Forbeare to kindle vice by prohibition , Sooner shall kindnesse gaine thy wills fruition . I saw a horse against the bitte stiffe-neckt , Like lightning go , his strugling mouth being checkt . When he perceiu'd the raines ler slack , he stayd , And on his loose mane the loose bridle laid . How to attaine , what is denyed , we thinke , Euen as the sick desire forbidden drinke . Argus had either way an hundred eyes . Yet by deceit loue did them all surprize , In stone , and yron walles Dana● shut , Come forth a mother , though a maide there put . Penelope , though no watch look'd vnto her , Was not defil'd by any gallant wooer . What 's kept , we couet more : the care makes theft , Few loue , what others haue vnguarded left . Nor doth her face please , but her husbands loue ; I know not , what men thinke should thee so moue . She is not chast that keepes away her loue . Thy feare , is then her body , valued more . Although thou chafe , stolne pleasure is sweet play , She pleaseth best , I feare , if any say . A free-borne wench , no right 't is vp to lock , So vse we women of strange nations stock . Because the keeper may come say , I did it , She must be honest to thy seruants credit . He is too clownish , whom a lewd wife grieues , And this townes well knowne custome not beleeues . Where Mars his sonnes not without fault did breed , Romus and Romulus , Ilias twine-borne feed . Cannot a faire one , if not chast , please thee ? Neuer can these by any meanes agree . Kindly thy mistresse vse , if thou be wise , Looke gently , and rough husbands lawes despise . Honour what friends , thy wife giues , shee le giue many , Least labour thou shalt winne great grace of any , So shalt thou go with youths to feasts together , And see at home much , that thou nere brought'st thither . ELEGIA 5. Ad amnem dum iter faceret ad amicam . FLoud with red-growne slime bankes , till I be past , Thy waters stay : I to my mistresse hast . Thou hast no bridge , nor boate with roapes to throw , That may transport me without oares to row . Thee I haue pass'd and knew thy streame none such , When thy waues brim did scarse my ankles touch . With snow thaw'd from the next hill now thou rushest , And in thy fowie deepe waters thick thou rush●st . What helpes my hast : what to haue tare small rest ? What day and night to trauaile in her quest ? If standing here I can by no meanes ger , My foote vpon the further banke to set . Now wish I those wings noble Perseus had , Bearing the head with dreadfull arrowes clad , Now wish the chariot , whence corne fields were found , First to be throwne vpon the vntill'd ground , I speake old Poets wonderfull inuentions , Nere was , nor shall be , what my verse mentions . Rather thou large banke ouer-flowing riuer , Slide in thy bounds , so shalt thou runne for euer . ( Trust me ) land-streame thou shalt no enuie lack , If I a louer be by thee held back . Great flouds ought to assist young men in loue , Great flouds the force of it do often ptoue . In mid Bithyma'tis said Inachus , Grew pale , and in cold foords not lecherous . Troy had not yet bene ten yeares siege out-stander , When nimph - Neaera rapt thy lookes Scamander . What ? not Alpheus in strange lands to runne , Th' Arcadian Virgins constant loue hath wonne ? And Crusa vnto Zanthas first asside , They say Peneus neere Phithias towne did hide . What should I name Aesope , that Thebe lou'd , Thebe who mother of fiue daughters prou'd . If Achelous , I aske where thy hornes stand , Thou sayest broke with Aloides angry hand . Not Calyd●n , nor Aetolia did please , One Deianirae was more worth then these . Rich Nile by seuen mouthes to the west sea flowing , Who so well keepes his waters head from knowing . Is by Euadne thought to take such flame , As his deep whirle-pooles could not quench the same . Dry Enipeus , Tyro to embrace , Fly back his shame charg'd , the streame charg'd , gaue place ; Nor passe I thee , who hollow rocks downe tumbling , In Tiburs field with watry some are rumbling . Whom Ilia pleas'd , though in her lookes griefe reueld , Her cheekes were scratcht , her goodly ha●es discheueld . She wailing Mars sinne , and her vncles crime , Strayd bare-foote through sole places on a time . Her , from his swift waues , the bold floud perceau'd , And from the mid foord his hoarse voyce vpheau'd , Saying why sadly tread'st my bankes vpon , Ilia , sprung from Idaean Laomedon ? Where 's thy attire ? why wand'rest heere alc●e ? To stay thy tresses white veyle hast thou none ? Why weep'st ? and spoil'st with teares thy watry eyes ? And fiercely knock'st thy brest that open lyes ? His heart consists of slint , and hardest steele , That seeing thy teares can any ioy then feele . Feare not : to thee our Court stands open wide , There shalt be lou'd ; Ilia lay feare aside . Thou ore a hundreth Nimphes , or more shalt raigne . For sine score Nimpher , or more our flouds conteine . Not Romane stock scorne me so much ( I craue , ) Gifts then my promise greater thou shalt haue . This said he : she her modest eyes held downe , Her wofull bosome a warme shower did drowne . Thrice she prepar'd to flie , thrice she did stay , By seare deptiu'd of strength to runne away . Yet rending with enraged thumbe her tresses , Her trembling mouth these vnmeet foundes expresses . O would in my fore-fathers tombe deepe layde , My bones had bene , while yet I was a maide , Why being a vestall am I wooed to wed , Deflowr'd and stamed in vnlawfull bed . Why stay I ? men point at me for a whore , Shame , that should make me blush , I haue no more . This said : her coate , hood-winckt her fearefull eyes , And into water desperately she flies . T' is said the slippery streame held vp her brest , And kindly gaue her , what she liked best . And I beleeue some wench thou hast affected , But woods and groues keepe your faults vndetected . While thus I speake , the waters more abounded , And from the channell all abroad surrounded . Mad streame , why doest our mu●uallioyes deferre ? Clowne , from my iourney why doest me deterre ? How wouldst thou flow wert thou a noble floud ? If thy great same in euery region stood . Thou hast no name , but com'st from snowy mountaines , No certaine house thou hast , nor any fountaines , Thy springs are nought but raine aud melted snow , Which wealth , cold winter doth on thee beftow . Either th' art muddy in mid winter tide , Or full of dust doest on the dry earth slide . What thirsty traueller euer drunke of thee ? Who sayd with gratefull voyce perpetuall be ? Harmefull to beasts , and to the fields thou proues , Perchance these , others me mine owne losse mooues . To this I fondly loues of flouds told plainely , I shame so great names to haue vs'd so vainly . I know not what expecting , I ere while , Nam'd Achelaus , Inachus , and Ii● , But for thy merits I wish thee , white streame , Dry winters aye , and sunnes in heare extreame . ELEGIA . 6. Quod ah amica receptus , cum ea coire non potuit , conqueritur . EIther she was soule , or her attire was bad , Or she was not the wench I wish t' haue had . Idly I lay with her , as if I lou'd not , And like a burthen grieu'd the bed that mou'd not . Though both of vs perform'd our true intent , Yet could I not cast anchor where I meant . She on my neck her Iuory armes did throw , Her armes fa●re wither , then the Sythian snow . And eagerly she kist me with her tongue , And vnder mine her wanton thigh she flung . Yea , and she sooth'd me vp , and call'd me fire , And vs'd all speach that might prouoke and ●●re . Yet like as if cold Hemlock I had drunke , It mocked me , hung downe the head and sunke . Like a dull Cipher , or rude block I lay , Or shade , or body was I who can say ? What will my age do ? age I cannot shunne , When in my prime my force is spent and done . I blush , that being youthfull , hot , and lustie , I proue neither youth nor man , but old and rustie . Pure rose she , like a Nunne to sacrifice , Or one that with her tender brother lyes . Yet boorded I the golden Chie twise , And Libas , and the white cheekt Pitho th●i●e . Corinna crau'd it in a summers night . And nine sweete bowts we had before day-light . What wast my limbs through some Thessalian charmes ? May spells , and drugges do silly soules such harmes ? With virgin waxe hath some imbast my ioynts ? And pierc'd my liuer with sharp needlesse points ? Charmes change corne to grasse and make it die , By charmes are running springs and fountaines dry . By charmes mast drops from oakes , from vines grapes fall , And fruite from trees when ther 's no winde at all . Why might not then my sinewes be inchaunted ? And I grow faint as with some spirit haunted . To this add shame : shame to performe it quaild me , And was the second cause why vigour failde me . My idle thoughts delighted her no more , Then did the robe or garment which she wore . Yet might her touch make youthfull Pylius fire , And Tythou liuelier then his yeares require . Euen her I had , and she had me in vaine , What might I craue more , if I aske agaiie ? I thinke the great gods grieu'd they had bestow'd , The benefite : which lewdly I fore-slow'd . I wisht to be receiued in , in I get me , To kisse , I kisse : to lie with her she let me . Why was I blest ? why made King to refuse it ? Chuffe-like had I not gold and could not vse it ? So in a spring thriues he that told so much , And lookes vpon the fruites he cannot touch . Hath any rose so from a fresh yong maide , As she might straight haue gone to Church and praide . Well I beleeue , she kist not as she shonld , Nor vs'd the sleight and cunning which she could . Huge oakes , hard adamants might she haue moued , And with sweet words cause deafe rocks to haue moued , Worthy she was to moue both gods and men , But neither was I man nor liued then . Can deafe eare take delight when Phaemius sings ? Or Thamiris in curious painted things . What sweet thought is there but I had the same ? And one gaue place still as an other came . Yet not-withstanding like one dead I lay , Drouping more like a rofe puld yester-day . Now when he should not iette , he boults vpright , And craues his taske , and seekes to be at fight . Lie downe with shame and see thou stire no more , Seeing thou wouldst deceiue me as before . Thou cosonest me : by thee surpriz'd am I , And bide sore losse with endlesse infamy . Nay more the wench did not disdaine a whit , To take it in hand , and play with it . But when she saw it would by no meanes stand , But stil droupt downe , regarding not her hand . Why mockst thou me she cryed ? or being ill Who bad thee lie downe heere against thy will ? Either th' art witcht with bloud of frogs now dead , Or iaded camst thou from some others bed . With her loose gowne on from me she cast her , In skiping out her naked feete much grac'd her . And least her maide should know of this disgrace , To couer it , spilt water in the place . ELEGIA . 7. Quod ab amica non recipiatur , dolet . VVHat man will now take liberall arts in hand , Or thinke soft verse in any stead to stand . Wit was some-times more pretious then gold , Now pouerty great barbarisme we hold . When our bookes did my mistris faire content , I might not go , whether my papers went. She prais'd me , yet the gate shut fast vpon her , I heere and there go witty with dishonour . Se a rich chuffe whose wounds ▪ great wealth inferd , For blodshed knighted before me prefer'd . Foole cāst thou him in thy whit armes embrace Foole canst thou lie in his enfoulding space ? Know'st not this head a helm was wont to beare This side that serues thee , a sharpe sword did weare His left hand wheron gold doth ill alight A target bore ; bloud sprinckled was his right . Canst touch that hād wherwith sōe one lie dead ? Ah whether is thy breasts soft nature fled ? Behould the signes of antient fight his skarres , What ere he hath his body gaind in warres . Perhaps hee 'le tell how oft he slew a man , Confessing this , why do'st thou touch him than ? I the pure preist of Phaebus and the muses , At thy deafe dores in verse sing my abuses . Not what we slothfull knew let wise men learne But follow trembling camps , and battails sterne . And for a good verse draw the first dart forth , Homer without this shall be nothing worth . Ioue being admōisht gold had soueraigne power To winne the maide came in a golden shewer . Till then , rough was her father , she seuere , The posts of brasse the walls of iron were , But when in gifts the wise adulteres came , She held her lap ope to receiue the same . Yet when old Saturne heauens rule possest , All gaine in darknesse the deepe earth supprest . Gold , siluer , irons heauey weight , and brasse , In hell were harbourd , here was found no masse . But better things it gaue , corne without ploughes , Apples , and hony in oakes hollow boughes . With strong plough shares no man the earth did cleaue The ditcher no markes on the ground did leaue . Nor hanging oares the troubled seas did sweepe , Men kept the shoare , and saild not into deepe . Against thy selfe , mans nature , thou wert cunning , And to thine owne losse was thy wit swift running . Why gird'st thy citties with a towred wall , Why l●st discordant hands to armoun fall ? What doest with seas ? with th' earth thou wert content , Why seek'st not heau'n the third realme to frequent ? Heauen thou affects , with Romulus , temples braue , Bacchus , Alcides , and now Caesar haue . — Gold from the earth in stead of fruits we pluck , Souldiers by bloud to be inricht haue lucke . Courts shut the poore out : wealth giues estimation , Thence growes the Iudge , and knight of reputation . All , thee possesse : they gouerne fields , and lawes , They manadge peace , and raw warrs bloudy iawes . Onely our loues let not such rich churles gaine , T is well , if some wench for the poore remaine , Now , Sabine-like , though chast she seemes to liue , One she commands , who many things can giue . For me , she doth keeper , and husband feare , If I should giue ' both would the house forbeare . If of scornd louers god be venger iust , O let him change goods so ill got to dust . ELEGIA . 8. Tibulli mortem deflet . IF Thetis , and the morne their sonnes did waile , And enuious fates great goddesses assaile . Sad Eeliga thy wofull haires vnbinde : Ah now a name too true thou hast , I finde . Tibullus , thy works Poet , and thy fame , Burnes his dead body in the funerall flame . Loe Cupid brings his quiuer spoyled quite , His broken bowe his fire-brand without light . How pitteously with drouping wings he stands , And knocks his bare brest with selfe-angry hands . The locks spred on his necke receiue his teares , And shakeing sobbes his mouth for speaches beares . So at Aeneas buriall men report , Faire-fac'd Iulius he went forth thy court . And Venus greiues , Tiqullus life being spent , As whē the wild bore Adonus groine had rent . The Gods care we are cald , and men of piety , And some there be that thinke we haue a diety . Outragious death profanes all holy things , And one all creatures obscure darkenesse brings . To Thracean Orpheus what did parents good , Or songs amazing wild beasts of the wood . Where Linus by his father Phaebus layed , To sing with his vequall harpe is sayed . See Homer from whose fountaine euer fild , Pierian deawe to Poets is dislild . Him the last day in blacke Auorn hath drownd , Ve●●ts alone are with continuance crown'd . The worke of Poets lasts Troyes labours fame , And that slowe webbe nights fal-shood did vnframe . So Nemesis , so Delia famous are , The one his first loue , th' other his new care . What proffit to vs hath our pure life bred ? What to haue layne alone in empty bed ? When bad fates take good men , I am forbod , By secret thoughts to thinke there is a god . Liue godly thou shalt die though honor heauen Yet shall thy life be forcibly , bereauen . Trust in good verse , Tibullus feeles deaths paines , Scarse rests of all what a small v●ne containes , Thee sacred Poet could sad flames destroy ? Nor feared they thy body to annoy ? The holy gods gilt temples they might fire , That durst to so great wickednesse aspire . Eryx bright Empresse turnd her lookes aside , And some , that she refrain'd reares , haue deni'd . Yet better i' ft , then if , Corcyras I le , Had thee vnknowne interr'd in ground most vile . Thy dying eyes beere did thy mother close , Nor did thy ashes her last offerings lose . Part of her sorrow heere thy sister beating . Comes forth her vnkeembe looks a sunder rearing . Nemesis and thy first wench ioyne their kisses , With thine , nor this last fire their presence misses . Delia departing happier lou'd she faith , Was I : thou liu'dst , while thou esteemdst my faith . Nemesis answers , what 's my losse to thee ? His fainting hand in death engarsped me . If ought remaines of vs but name , and spirit , Tibullus doth Elysiums ioy inherit . Their youthfull browes with Iuie girt to meete him , With Caluus learn'd Catullus comes and greete him . And thou , if falsely charged to wrong thy friend , Gallus that car'st not blood , and life to spend . VVith these thy soule walkes , soules if death release , The godly , sweet Tibullus doth increase . Thy bones I pray may in the vrne safe rest , And may th' earths weight thy ashes nought molest . ELEGIA . 9. Ad Cererem , conquerens quod eius sacris cum amica concumbere non permittatur . COme were the times of Ceres sacrifice , In emptie bed alone my mistresse lies . Golden hair'd Ceres crown'd with eares of corne , VVhy are our pleasures by thy meanes forborne ? Thee , goddesse , bountifull all nations iudge , Nor lesse at mans prosperity any grudge . Rude husband-men bak'd not their corne before , Nor on the earth was knowne the name of floore , On mast of oakes , first oracles , men fed , This was their meate , the soft grasse was their bed . First Ceres taught the seede in fields to swell , And ripe-earde corne with sharp-edg-d sithes to fell . She first constrain'd bulles necks to beare the yoke , And vntil'd ground with crooked plough-shares broke . VVho thinkes her to be glad at louers smart , And worshipt by their paine , and lying apart ? Nor is she , though she loues the fertile fields , A clowne , nor no loue from her warme brest yeelds ; Be witnesse Crete ( nor Crete doth all things feigne ) Crete proude that Ioue her nourcery maintaine . There , he who rules the worlds starre-spangled towers , A little boy drunke teate-distilling showers . Faith to the witnesse Ioues praise doth apply , Ceres , I thinke , no knowne fault will deny . The goddesse saw Iasion on Candian Ide , With strong hand striking wild-beasts brist'led hyde . She saw , and as her marrow tooke the flame , Was diuers wayes distract with loue and shame . Loue conquer'd shame , the furrowes dry were burn'd , And corne with least part of it selfe return'd . When well-toss'd mattocks did the ground prepare , Being fit broken with the crooked share . And seedes were equally in large fields cast , The plough-mans hopes were frustrate at the last . The graine-rich goddesse in high woods did stray , Her long haires eare-wrought garland fell away . Onely was Crete fruitefull that plenteous yeare , Where Ceres went each place was haruest there . Ida the seate of groues did sing with corne , VVhich by the wild boare in the woods was shorne . Law-giuing Minos did such yeares desire , And wisht the goddesse long might seele loues fire . Ceres what sports to thee so gneuous were , As in thy sacrifice we them forbeare ? VVhy am I sad , when Proserpine is found , And Iuno like with Dis raignes vnder ground ? Festiuall dayes aske Venus , songs , and wine , These gifts are meere to please the powers diuine . ELEGIA . 10. Ad amicam , a cuius amore discedere non potest . LOng haue I borne much , mad thy faults me make , Dishonest loue my wearied brest forsake . Now haue I freed my selfe , and fled the chaine , And what I haue borne , shame to beare againe . VVe vanquish , and tread tam'd loue vnder feete , Victorious wreathes at length my Temples greete . Suffer , and harden : good growes by this griefe , Oft bitter iuyce brings to the sick reliefe . I haue sustain'd so oft thrust from the doore , To lay my body on the hard moist floore . I know not whom thou lewdlie did'st imbrace , VVhen I to watch supplyed a seruants place . I saw when forth a tyred louer went , His side past seruice , and his courage spent . Yet this is lesse , then if he had seene me , May that shame fall mine enimies chaunce to be . When haue not I fixt to thy side close layed ? I haue thy husband , guard , and fellow played . The people by my company she pleas'd , My loue was cause that more mens loue she seaz'd . VVhat should I tell her vaine tongues filthy lyes , And to my losse God-wronging periuries ? VVhat secret beeks in banquets with her youths , VVith priuy signes , and talke dissembling truths ? Hearing her to be sick , I thither ranne , But with my riuall sick she was not than , These hardned me , with what I keepe obscure , Some other seeke , who will these things endure . Now my ship in the wished hauen crown'd , With ioy heares Neptunes swelling waters sound . Leaue thy once powerfull words , and flatteries , I am not as I was before vnwise . Now loue , and hate my light brest each way moue , But victory , I thinke will hap to loue . I le hate , it I can ; if not , loue gainst my will , Bulles hate the yoake , yet what they hate haue still . I flie her lust , but follow beauties creature , I loath her manners , loue her bodies feature . Nor with thee , nor without thee , can I liue , And doubt to which desire the palme to giue . Or lesse faire , or lesse lewd would thou might'st be , Beauty with lewdnesse doth right ill agree . Her deeds gaine hate , her face entreateth loue , Ah she doth more worth then her vices proue . Spare me , O by our fellow bed , by all , The Gods who by thee to be petiurde fall . And by thy face to me a powre diuine , And by thine eyes whose radiance burnes out mine . What ere thou art mine art thou : choose this course , Wilt haue me willing , or to loue by force . Rather I le hoist vp saile , and vse the winde , That I may loue yet , though agaist my minde . ELEGIA . 11. Dolet amicam suam ita suis earminibus innotuissae vt riuales multos sibi pararit . VVHat day was that , which all sad haps to bring , White birds to louers did not alwayes sing . Oris I thinke my wish against the starre ? Or shall I plaine some God against me warres ? Who mine was cal'd , whom I lou'd more then any , I feare with me is common now to many . Erre I ? or by my lookes is she so knowne ? T is so : by my wit her abuse is growne . And iustly : for her praise why did I tell ? The wench by my fault is set forth to sell. The bawde I play , louers to her I guide : Her gate by my hands is set open wide . 'T is doubtfull whether verse auaile , or harme , Against my good they were an enuious charme . When Thebes , when Troy , when Caesar should be writ , Alone Corinna moues my wanton wit. With Muse oppos'd would I my lines had done , And Phoebus had forsooke my worke begun . Nor , as vse will not Poets record heare , Would I my words would any credit beare . Scylla by vs her fathers rich haire steales , And Scyllaes wombe mad raging dogs conceales . Wee cause feete fly , wee mingle haires with snakes , Victorious Perseus a wing'd steedes back takes . Our verse great Tityus a huge space out-spreads , And giues the viper curled Dogge three heads . We make Enceladus vse a thousand armes , And men inthral'd by Mermaids singing charmes . The East winds in Vlisses baggs we shut , And babbing Tantalus in mid-waters put . Niobe flint , Callist we make a Beare , Bird-changed Progne doth her Itys teare . Ione turnes himselfe into a Swanne , or gold , Or his Bulles hornes Europas hand doth hold . Proteus what should I name ? teeth , Thebes first seed ? Oxen in whose mouthes burning flames did breede , Heau'n starre Electra that bewail'd her sisters ? The ships , whose Godhead in the sea now glisters ? The Sunne turn'd back from Atreus cursed table ? And sweet toucht harp that to moue stones was able ? Poets large power is boundlesse , and immense , Nor haue their words true histories pretence , And my wench ought to haue seem'd falsely prais'd , Now your credulity harme to me hath rais'd . ELEGIA . 12. De Iunonis festo . VVHen fruite fil'd Tuscia should a wife giue me , We toucht the walles , Camillus wonne by thee . The Priests to Iuno did prepare chast feasts , With famous pageants , and their home-bred beasts . To know their rites , well recompenc'd my stay , Though thether leades a rough steepe hilly way . There stands an old wood with thick trees dark clouded , Who sees it graunts some d●ity there is shrowded . An Altar takes mens incense and oblation , An Altar made after the ancient fashion● . Here when the Pipe with solemne tunes doth sound , The annuall pompe goes on the couered ground . White Heifers by glad people forth are led , Which with the grasse of Tuscane fields are fed . And calu●● from whose fear'd front no threatning flies , And little Piggs base Hog-Sties sacrifice , And Rams with hornes their hard heads wreathed back , Onely the Goddesse hated Goate did lack . By whom disclos'd , she in the high woods tooke , Is said to haue attempted flight forsooke . Now is the goat brought through the boyes with darts , And giue to him that the first wound imparts . Where Iuno comes , each youth , and pretty maide , Shew large wayes with their garments there displayed . Iewels , and gold their Virgin tresses crowne . And stately robes to their gilt feete hang downe . As is the vse , the Nunnes in white veyles clad , Vpon their heads the holy misteries had . When the chiefe pompe comes , lowde the people hollow And she her vestall virgin Priests doth follow . Such was the Greeke pompe , Agamemnon dead , Which fact , and countrie wealth Halesus fled . And hauing wandred now through sea and land , Built walles high towred with a prosperous hand . He to th' Hetrurians , Iunoes feast commended , Let me , and them by it be aye be-friended . ELEGIA . 13 Adamicam , si peccatura est , vt occultè peccet . SEEing thou art faire , I barre not thy selfe playing , But let not me poore soule know of thy straying . Nor doe I giue thee counsell to liue chast , But that thou would'st dissemble , when 't is past . She hath not tred awry , that doth deny it . Such as confesse haue lost their good names by it , What madnesse i st to tell nights pranckes by day ? And hidden secrets openly to bewray ? The strumpet with the stranger will not doo . Before the roome be cleere , and doore put too . VVill you make ship-wrack of your honest name ? And let the world be witnesse of the same . Be more aduis'd , walke as a puritan , And I shall thinke you chaste , do what you can . Slip still onely deny it , when 't is done , And before folke immodest speeches shunne . The bed is for lasciuious toyings meete , There vse all tricks , and tread shame vnder feete . VVhen y●u are vp , and drest , be sage and graue , And in the bed hide all the faults you haue . Be not asham'd to strip you being there , And mingle thighes yours euer mine to beare . There in your Rosie lips my tongue in-tombe , Practise a thousand sports when there you come . Forbeare no wanton words you there would speake , And with your pastime let the bed-stead creake . But with your robes put on an honest face , And blush , and seeme as you were full of grace . Deceiue all ▪ let me erre , and thinke I am right , A●d like a Wittall thi●ke thee voide of slight . VVhy see I lines so oft receiu'd , and giuen ? This bed and that by tumbling made vneuen ? Like one start vp your haire tost and dsiplac'd , And with a wantons tooth your neck new rac'd . Graunt this , that what you do I may not see , If you weigh not ill speeches , yet weigh mee . My soule fleetes , when I thinke what you haue done , And thorough euery veine doth cold blood runne . Then thee whom I must loue , I hate in vaine , And would be dead , but dead with thee remaine . I le not sift much , but hold thee soone excus'd , Say but thou wert iniu●iously accus'd . Though while the deed be doing you be tooke . And I see when you ope the two leau'd booke , Sweare I was blinde , deny if you be wise . And I will trust your words more then mine eyes , From him that yeelds the palme is quickly got , Teach but your tongue to say , I did it not ▪ And being iustifi'd by two words thinke , The cause acquit's you not , but I that winke . ELEGIA . 14. Advenerem , quod elegis ●inem imponat . TEnder loues Mother a new Poet get , This last end to my Elegies is set . Which I Pelignis foster-childe haue fram'd . ( Nor am I by such wanton toyes defam'd ) Heire of an ancient house , if help that can , Not onely by warres rage made Gentleman , In Virgil Mantua ioyes : in Catul Verone , Of me Pelignis nation boasts alone , Whom liberty to honest armes compeld , When carefull Rome in doubt their prowesse held . And some guest viewing watry Sulmoes walles , Where little ground to be inclos'd befalles . How such a Poet could you bring forth , sayes , How small so ere , I 'le you for greatest praise . Both lou●s to whom my heart long time did yeeld , Your golden ensignes pluckt out of my field , Horned Bacchus grauer furie doth distill , A greater ground with great horse is to till . Weake Elegies , delightfull Muse farewell ; A worke , that after my death , heere shall dwell . FINIS . EPIGRAMES . By I. D. Ad Musam . FLie merry Muse vnto that merry towne , Where thou mai'st playes , reuels , and triumphes see , The house of Fame , and Theatre of renowne , Where all good witts and spirits loue to be . Fall in betweene their hands , that loue and praise thee , And be to them a laughter and a iest : But as for them which scorning shall reprooue thee , Disdaine their wits , and thinke thine owne the best , But if thou finde any so grosse and dull , That thinke I doe to priuate Taxing leane : Bid him goe hang , for he is but a gull , And knowes not what an Epigramme does meane . Which taxeth vnder a particular name , A generall vice which merits publike blame . Of a Gull. OFt in my laughing times , I name a gull , But this new tearme will many questions breede , Therefore at first I will expresse at full , Who is a true and perfect Gull indeed . A Gull is he , who feares a Veluet gowne , And when a wench is braue , dares not speake to her : A Gull is he which trauer●eth the towne . And is for marriage knowne a common woer . A Gull is he , which while he proudly weares , A siluer hilted Rapier by his side : Indures the lyes , and knockes about the eares , Whil'st in his sheath , his sleeping sword doth bide . A Gull is he which weares good hansome cloathes : And stands in presence stroaking vp his hayre . And filles vp his vnperfect speech with othes . But speakes not one wise word throughout the yeare . But to define a gull in termes precise , A gull is he which seemes , and is not wise . In Rufum . 3. Rvfus the Courtier , at the Theater , Leauing the best and most conspicuous place , Doth either to the stage himselfe transferre , Or through a grate , doth shew his double face . For that the clamorous fry of Innes of court , Fills vp the priuate roomes of gre●ter price : And such a place where all may haue resort , Hein his singularity doth despise . Yet doth not his particuler humour shun , The common stewes and brothell● of the towne , Though all the world in troupes do thither run . Cleane and vncleane , the gentle and the clowne . Then why should Rufus in his pride abhorre , A common seate that loues a common whore . In Quintum . 4. QVintus the dauncer vseth euermore , His feete in measure and in rule to moue . Yet on a time he cal'd his mistresse whore , And thought with that sweet word to win her loue . Oh had his tongue like to his ●eete bin taught , It neuer would haue vttered such a thought . In Plurimos . 5. FAustinus , Sextus , Cinna , Ponticus , VVith Gella , Lesbía , Thais , Rodope : Rode all to Stanes for no cause serious , But for : their mitth , and for their lechery . Scarse were they setled in their lodging , when VVenches , with wenches ; men with men fell out . Men with their wenches , wenches with their men , VVhich strait dissolues this ill assembled rout . But since the diuell brought them thus together , To my discoursing thoughts it is a wonder . VVhy presently as soone as they came thither , The selfe same diuell did them part a sunder . Doubtlesse it seemes it was a foolish diuell , That thus did part them , ere they did some euill . In Titum . 6. TItus the braue and valorous yong gallant , Three years togither in this towne hath beene , Yet my Lord Chauncellors tombe he hath not seene : Nor the New water worke , nor the Elephant . I can not tell the cause without a smile , He hath bin in the Counter all this while . In Faustum . 7. FAustus not Lord nor knight , nor wise nor old , To euery place about the towne doth ride , He tides into the fieldes , Playes to behold , He rides to take boate at the water side . He rides to Powles , he rides to th' ordinary , He rides vnto the house of bawdery too . Thither his horse doth him so often carry , That shortly he will quite forget to go . In Katum . 8. KAte being pleas'd , wisht that her pleasure could , Indure as long as a buffe ierkin would . Content thee Kate , although thy pleasure wasteth , Thy pleasures place like a buffe ierkin lasteth . For no buffe ierkin hath-bin oftner worne , Nor hath more scrapings , or more dressings borne . In Librum . 9. LIber doth vaunt how chastly he hath liu'd Since he hath bin seauen years in towne and more . For that he sweares he hath foure onely swiude , A maide , a wife , a widdow , and a whore , Then Liber thou hast swiude all women kinde , For a sift sort , I know thou canst not finde . In Medonem . 10. GReat Captaine Moedon weares a chaine of gold , Which at fiue hundred crownes is vallued For that it was his graund-fires chaine of old , When great King Henry Bulloigne conquered . And weare it Moedon for it may insue That thou by vertue of this Massie chaine A stronger towne then Bulloigne mai'st subdue If wise mens sawes be not reputed vaine . For what said Philip King of Macedon ? There is no Castel so well fortified , But if an Asse laden with gold comes on , The guard will stoope , and gates fly open wide . In Gellam . 11. GElla if thou doest loue thy selfe take heede , Least thou my rimes , vnto thy louer reade . For straight thou grin'st , and then thy louer seeth Thy canker-eaten-gumes and rotten teeth . In Quintum . 12. QVintus his wit infused into his braine , Mislikes the place , and fled into his feete , And there it wanders vp and downe the streetes , Dabled in the dyrt , and soaked in the raine , Doubtlesse his wit intendes not to aspire , Which leaues his head to trauell in the mire . In Seuerum . 13. THe Puritan Seuerus oft doth reade , This text ▪ that doth pronounce vaine speech a sinne , That thing defiles a man that doth proceede , From out the mouth , not that which enters in . Hence is it , that we seeldome heare him sweare , And thereof as a Pharesie he vaunts . But he deuour's more Capons in one yeare , Then would suffice an hundred protestants . And sooth those sectaries are gluttons all , Aswell the threed bare-Cobler as the knight . For those poore slaues which haue not wherewithall Feed on the rich , till they deuoure them quite . And so as Pharoes kine , they eate vp cleane , Those that be fat , yet still themselues be leane . In Leucam . 14. LEuca in presence once a fart did let , Some laught a little , she refus'd the place , And mad with shame , did then her gloue forget , Which she return'd to fetch with bashfull grace : And when she would haue said my gloue , My fart ( qd , she ) which did more laughter moue . In Matrum . 15. THou canst not speake , yet Maecer , for to speake , Is too distinguish sounds significant Thou with harsh noyse the ayre doth rudely breake But what thou vtterest common sence doth want . Halfe English words , with sustian tearmes among . Much like the burthen of a Northeme song . In Fastum . 16. THat youth saith Fanstus , hath a Lyon seene , Who from a dycing-house comes monie-lesse . But when he lost his haire , where had he beene , I doubt me he had seene a Lyonesse . In Cosmum . 17. COsmus hath more discoursing in his head , Then loue , when Pallas ●ssued from his braine , And still he striues to be deliuered , Of all his thoughts at once , but all in vaine . For as we see at all the play-house dores , When ended is the play , the daunce and song : A thousand townse-men gentlemen and whores . Porters and seruing-men togither throng , So thoughts of drinking , thriuing , wenching , warre , And borrowing money , raging in his minde . To issue all at once so forward are As none at all can perfect passage finde . In Flaccum . 18. THe false knaue Flaccus once a bribe I gaue , The more foole I to bribe so false a knaue , But he gaue back my bribe the more foole he , That for my folly did not cousen me . In Cineam . 19. THou dogged Cineas hated like a dogge , For still thou grumblest like a masty dogge . Compar'st thy selfe to nothing but a dogge . Thou say'st thou art as weary as a dogge As angry , sick , and hungry as a dogge , As dul● and melancholy as a dogge . As lazy , sleepy , and as idle as a dogge . But why doest thou compare thee to a dogge ? In that , for which all men despise a dogge . I will compare thee better to a dogge . Thou art as Faire and comely as a dogge . Thou art as true and honest as a dogge . Thou art as kinde and liberall as a dogge , Thou art as wise and valiant as a dogge . But Cineas , I oft haue heard thee tell , Thou art as like thy father as may be . T is like enough , and faith I like it well , But I am glad thou art not like to me . In Gerontem . 20. GErons mouldie memory corrects , Old Holinshed our famous Chronicler With morall rules , and pollicy collects , Out of all actions done these fourescore yeares . Accounts the time of euery old euent , Not from Christs birth , nor from the Princes raigne . But from some other famous accident . Which in mens generall notice doth remaine . The siedge of Bulloigne , and the plaugy sweat , The going to Saint Quintines and New-hauen The rising in the North , the frost so great . That cart wheele printes on Thamis face were seene . The fall of money , and burning of Powles sleeple , The blazing starre and Spaniards ouerthrow . By these euents , notorious to the people . He mesures times , and things forepast doth shew . But most of all , he cheefely reckons by , A priuate chance , the death of his cu●st wife : This is to him the dearest memory , And the happyest accident of all his life . In Marcum . 21. VVHen Marcus comes from Minnes he still doth ●wear By come on seauē , that al is lost & gone But that 's not true , for he hath lost his haire . Onely for that , he came too much at one . In Ciprum . 22. THe fine youth Ciprius is more tierse and neate , Then the new garden of the old temple is , And still the newest fashion he doth get , And with the time doth chaunge from that to this , He weares a hat now of the flat crown-blocke , The treble ruffes , long cloake , and doublet french He takes Tobacco , and doth weare a locke . And wastes more time in dressing then a wench . Yet this new fangled youth , made for these times Doth aboue all , praise old George Gascoines times . In Cineam . 23. VVHen Cineas comes amongst his friends in morning ▪ He slyly spies who first his cap doth moue Him he salutes , the rest so grimly scorning As if for euer they had lost his loue , I seeing how it doth the humour fit . Of this fond gull to be saluted first . Catch at my cap , but moue it not a whit Which to perceiuing he seemes for spite to burst But Cineas , why expect you more of me , Then I of you ? I am as good a man , And better too by many a quality . For vault , and daunce , and sence and time I can . You keep a whore at your owne charge men tell me , Indeed friend ( Cineas ) therein you excell me . In Gallum . 24. GAllus hath bin this Summer time in Friesland , And now return'd he speakes such warlike wordes ▪ As if I could their English vnderstand , I feare me they would cut my throat like swordes . He talkes of counter-scar●●es and casomates , Of parapets , of curteneys and pallizadois , Of flankers , rauelings , gabions he prates , And of false baites , and sallies , and scaladoes , But to requite such gulling tearmes as these , With words of my profession I reply : I tell of fourching vouchers , and counterpleas , Of withernames , essoynes and champarty . So neither of vs vnderstanding one an other , We part as wise , as when we came together . In Decium . 25. A Vdacious Painters haue nine worthies made , But Poet Decius more audacious farre Making his mistris march with men of warre . With title of tenth worthy doth her lade . Me thinks that gull did vse his tearmes as ●it Which tearm'd his loue a giant for her wit. In Gellam . 26. IF Gellas beauty be examined She hath a dull dead eye , a saddle nose , An ill shapte face with morphew ouerspread . And rotten teeth which she in laughing showes . Briefly she is the filthiest wench in towne , Of all that doe the art of whoring vse : But when she hath put on her sattin-gowne , Her out lawne apron , and her veluet shoes . Her greene silk stockings , and her petticoate , Of taffa●y , with goulden friendge a-round , And is withall perfumed with ciuet hot , Which doth her valiant stinking breath confound , Yet she with these additions is no more , Then a sweet , filthy , fine ill-fauoured whore . In Sillam . 27. SYlla is often challenged to the field , To answer as a Gentleman his foes ; But then he doth this only answer yeeld , That he hath liuings and faire lands to lose . Silla , if none but beggars valiant were , The King of Spaine would put vs all in feare . In Sillam . 28. VVHo dares affirme that Silla dare not fight , When I dare sweare hee dares aduenture more , Then the most braue and all-daring wight , That euer armes with resolution bore . He that dares touch the most vnholsome whore , That euer was retir'd into the Spittle . And dares court w●nches standing at a dore , ( The portion of his wit being passing litle ) He that dares giue his dearest friends offences , Which other valiant fooles doe feare to do : And when a feauer doth confound his senco● , Dare eate raw-beefe , and drinke strong wine thereto . He that dares take Tobacco on the stage , Dares man a whore at noone-day through the streete , Dares daunce in Pawles , and in this formall age , Dares say and do what euer is vnmeete , Whome feare of shame could neuer yet affright , Who dares affirme that Silla dares not fight . In Haywodum . 29. HAywood that did in Epigrames excell , Is now put downe since my light Muse arose . As Buckets are put downe into a Well , Or as a schoole boy putteth downe his hose . In Dacum . 30. AMongst the Poets Dacus numbered is , Yet could he neuer ▪ make an English time , But some prose speeches I haue heard of his , Which haue binspoken many a hundred time . The man that keepes the Eliphant hath one , Wherein he tells the wonders of the beast , An other Bankes● pronounced long a-gon , When he his curtalls qualities exprest : He first taught him that keeps the monuments , At Westminster , his formall tale to say . And also him with Puppets represents , And also him which with the Ape doth play : Though all his Poetry be like to this , Amongst the Poets Dacus numbred is , In Priscum . 31. VVHen Priscus raisde from low to high estate , Rod through the streete in pompous iollitie , Ca●us his poore familliar friend of late , Be-spake him thus : Sir now you know not me . 'T is likly friend ( quoth Priscus ) to be so For at this time my selfe I do not know . In Brunam . 32. BRunus which deemes himselfe a faire sweete youth , Is thirty nine yeares of age at least : Yet was he neuer , to confesse the truth , But a dry staruling when he was at best . This gull was sicke to shew his Night-cap fine . And his wrought pillow ouer-spread with lawne , But hath bin well since his griefes cause hath line , At Trollups by Saint Clements Church in pawne . In Francum . 33. VVHen Francus comes to solace with his whore He sends for rods , & strips himselfe stark naked ; For his lust sleepes , and will not rise before , By whiping of the wench it be awaked . I enuey him not , but wish I had the power , To make my selfe his wench but one halfe houre . In Castorem . 34. OF speaking well , why do we learne the skill ? Hoping thereby honor and wealth to gaine . Sith rayling Castor doth by speaking ill , Opinion of much wit and golde obtaine . In Septimium . 35. SEptimus liues , and is like Garlike seene , For though ▪ his head be white , his blade is greene : His old mad Coult deserues a Martyres praise , For he was burned in Queene Maryes daies . Of Tobacco . 36. HOmer of Moly , and Nepenthe sings Moly the gods most soueraigne hearb diuine , Nepenthe Heauens drinke most gladnesse brings , Hearts griefe expels , and doth the wits refine : But this our age another world hath found . From whence a hearb of Heauenly power is bought , Moly is not so soueraigne for a wound . Nor hath Nepenthe so great wonders wrought . It is Tobacco , whose sweet substanciall fume , The hellish torment of the teeth doth ease , By drawing downe , and drying vp the rewme , The Mother and the Nurse of each diease , It is Tobacco that doth cold expell , And cleares the obstructions of the Arteries , And surfets threatning Death in generall . Decocting all the stomacks crudities , It is Tobacco which hath power to clarifie , The cloudy mists before dim eyes appearing , It is Tobacco which hath power to ratifie , The grose humor which doth stop the hearing , The wasting Hectique , and the Quartain feuer , Which doth of Phisique make a mockerie , The gowt it cures , and helps ill breaths for euer , Whether the cause in Teeth or stomach be , And though il breath , were by it but confounded . Yet that Medicine it doth farre excell , Which by sir Thomas Moore hath bin propounded . For this is thought a Gentle-man like smell , O that I were one of these Mounti-bankes , Which praise their Oyles , and Powders which they sell , My customers would giue me coyne with thankes , I for this ware , forfooth a Tale would tell . Yet would I vse none of these tearmes before , I would but say , that it the Poxe will cure : This were enough , without discoursing more , All our braue gallants in the towne t' allure , In Crassum . 37. CRassus his lyes are not pernitious lyes , But pleasant fictious hurtfull vnto none : But to himselfe , for no man counts him wise , To tell for truth , that which for false is knowne . He sweares that Gaunt is three score miles about , And that the bridge at Paris on the Seyn , Is of such thicknes , length and breadth throughout , That sixe score Arches can it scarce sustaine . He sweares he saw so great a dead mans scull , At Canterbury digd out of the ground : That would containe of wheat , three bushels full , And that in kent are twenty yeomen found , Of which the poorest euery yeare dispends . Fiue thousand pound ; these and fiue thousand mo , So oft he hath teceited to his friends : That now himselfe , perswades himselfe 'tis so . But why doth Crassus tell his lyes so rife , Of Bridges , Townes , and things that haue no life . He is a Lawyer , and doth well espie , That for such lyes an action will not lye . In Philonem . 38. PHilo the Lawyer and the Fortune teller , The schoolmaster , the midwife and the bawd : The coniurer , the buyer , and the seller , Of painting which with breathing will be thawd , Doth practise Phisicke , aud his credit growes . As doth the Ballad singers auditorie . Which hath at Temple barre his standing chose , And to the vulgar sings an Ale-house story . First stands a Porter , then an Oyster wife , Doth stint her cry , and stay her steps to heare him , Then comes a cut-purse ready with a knife , And then a country client passeth neere him . There stands the constable , there stands the whore , And listning to the song , heed not each other . There by the serieant stands the debitor , And doth no more mistrust him then his brother : Thus Orpheus to such giueth Musique , And Philo to such patients giueth Phisicke . In Puscum . 39. FVscus is fe●e , and hath the world at will , Yet in the course of life that he doth leade : He 's like a horse which turning round a mill , Doth alwaies in the selfe same circle treade : First he doth rise at ten and at eleuen He goes to Gyls , where he doth eate til one , Then sees a play till sixe , and ●ups at seauen , And after supper , straight to bed is gone And there till ten next day he doth remaine , And then he dines , then sees a Commedy , And then he suppes , and goes to bed againe : Thus round he runs without variety : Saue that sometimes he comes not to the play But falls into a whore-house by the way . In Afrum 40. THe smel feast After , trauailes to the Burse Twice euery day the newest news to heare Which when he hath no money in his purse , To rich mens tables he doth often beare : He tels how Grenigen is taken in , By the braue conduct of illustrious Vere : And how the Spanish forces Brest would win , But that they do victorious Norris feare . No sooner is a ship at sea surpris'd , But straight he learnes the newes and doth disclose it . Faire written in a scrowle he hath names , Of all the widowes which the plague hath made , And persons , times and places , still he frames : To euery tale the better to perswade : We call him Fame , for that the wide-mouth slaue , Will eate as fast as he wil vtter lies For Fame it said an hundr●d mouthes to haue , And he eates more then would fiue score suffice . In Paulam . 41. BY lawfull mart , and by vnlawfull stealth , Paulus in spite of enuy fortunate , Deriues out of the Ocean so much wealth , As he may well maintaine a Lords estate , But on the land a little gulfe there is , Wherein he drowneth all the wealth of his . In Licum . 42. LYeus which lately is to Venice gone , Shall if he do returne , gaine three for one : But ten to one , his knowledge land his wit , Will not be betered or increas'd a whit . In Publium . 43. PVblius student at the comon Law , Of● cleaues his bookes , and for his recreation : To Paris-garden doth himselfe withdraw , Where he is rauisht with such delectation As downe amongst the Beares and Dogs he goes Where whilst he skiping cries to head , to head . His satten doublet and his veluet hose , Are all with spittle from aboue be-spread . When he is like his fathers country shall , Stinking with dogs , and muted all with haukes . And rightly too on him this filth doth fall , Which for such filthy sports his bookes for sakes , Leauing old Ployden , Dier and Brooke alone , To see old Harry Hunkes and Sacarson . In Sillam . 44. VVHen I this proposition had defended , A coward cannot be an honest man , Thou Silla seemest forthwith to be offended , And holds the contrary and swea●es he can . But when I tell thee that he will forsake His dearest friend , in perill of his life , Thou then art chang'd and faist thou didst mistake , And so we end our argument and strife . Yet I thinke oft , and thinke I thinke aright , Thy argument argues thou wilt not fight . In Dacum . 45. DAcus with some good colour and pretence , Tearmes his loues beauty silent eloquence : For she doth lay more colours on her face , Then euer Tully vs'd his speech to grace . In Marcum . 46. VVHy dost thou Marcus in thy misery , Raile and blaspheme , and call the heaue ●vnkind , The heauens do owe no kindness vnto thee , Thou hast the heauens so little in thy minde , For in thy life thou neuer vsest prayer , But at primero , to encounter faire , Meditations of a Gull. 47. SEE yonder melancholy Gentleman , Which hood-winked with his hat , alone doth sit , Thinke what he thinkes and tell me if you can , What great affaires troubles his little wit. He thinkes not of the war twixt France and Spaine , Whether it be for Europs ' good or ill , Nor whether the Empire can it selfe maintaine Against the Turkish power encroching still . Nor what great towne in all the Netherlands , The States determine to besiedge this spring , Nor how the Scottish pollicy now stands , Nor what becomes of the Irish mutining . But he doth seriously bethinke him whether Of the guld people he the more esteem'd , For his long cloake , or his great blacke feather , By which each gull is now a gallant deem'd , Or of a Iourney hee deliberates , To Parris-garden cocke-pit or the play : Or how to steale a dogge he miditates , Or what he shall vnto his mistris say : Yet with these thoughts he thinks himselfe most sit , To be of Counsell with a King for wit. Ad Musam . 48. PEace idle Muse , haue done , for it is time , Since lowsie Ponticus enuies my fame , And sweares the better sort are much too blame To make me so well knowne for my ill rime ; Yet Bankes his horse is better knowne then he , So are the Cammels and the westerne Hog , And so is Lepidus his printed dogge : Why doth not Pontious their fames enuy . Besides this muse of mine , and the black fether Grew both together fresh in estimation , And both growne stale , were cast away together : What fame is this that scarse lasts out a fashion : Onely this last in credit doth remaine , That from hence-forth , each bastard cast forth rime Which doth but sauour of ● libell vaine , Shall call me father , and be thought my crime . So dull and with so little sence endued , Is my grosse headed iudge the multitude . I. D. FINIS . 
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Wright , at the sign of the Crown on Ludgate-hill . 1678. The Table . In the First Part. 1. THe fair Lady Rosamond . 2. Shore's Wife . 3. How King Edgar was deceived . 4. How Coventry was made free . 5. Of the Duke of Cornwall's Daughter . 6. A Song of Queen Isabel. 7. The banishment of the two Dukes . 8. The Noble Acts of Arthur of the Round Table , and of Lancelot du Lake . 9. A Song in praise of Women . 10. A Song in praise of a single life . 11. The Widdows solace . 12. A Gentlewomans Complaint . 13. How a Prince of England Wooed the Kings Daughter of France , and how she was Married to a Forrester . 14. The Faithful Friendship of two Friends , Alphonso and Ganselo . In the Second Part. 1. A Pastoral Song . 2. Patient Grissel . 3. A song between Truth and Ignorance . 4. Iudeth and Holofornes . 5. In praise of the English Rose . In the Third Part. 1. A Maidens Choice 'twixt Age and Youth . 2. As I came from Walsingham . 3. The Winning of Cales . 4. Of Edward and a Countess . 5. The Spanish Ladies Love to an English-man . 6. A Farewel to Love. 7. The Lover by his Gifts thinking to conquer Chastity . 8. The Womans Answer . A Mournful Ditty on the Death of Rosamond , King Henry the Second's Concubine . To the Tune of , When flying Fame . WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land , the second of that Name ; Besides the Queen he dearly lov'd , a fair and Princely Dame : Most Peerless was her beauty found , her favour and her Face , A sweeter Creature in this world , did never Prince embrace . Her crisped Locks like threads of Gold , appear'd to each mans sight , Her comely Eyes like Orient Pearls , did cast a heavenly light : The blood within her Christial Ch●eks , did such a colour drive , As though the Lilly and the Rose , for Mastership did strive . Yea Rosamond , fair Rosamond , her named was called so ; To whom Dame Elinor our Queen , was known a mortal Foe : The King therefore for her defence , against the furious Queen , At Woodstock builded such a Bower , the like was never seen . Most curiously this Bower was built , of Stone and Timber strong ; An hundred and fifty Doors , did to this Bower belong : And they so cunningly contriv'd , with turnings round about , That none ( but with a Clew of Thread ) could enter in or out . And for his Love and Ladies sake , that was so fair and bright ; The keeping of this Bower he gave , unto a gallant Knight : But Fortune that doth often frown , where she before did smile ; The Kings delight and Ladies ioy , full soon she did beguile . For why the Kings ungracious Son , whom he did high advance ; Against his Father raised War , within the Realm of France : But yet before our comely King , the English Land forsook , Of Rosamond his Lady fair , his farewel thus he took . My Rosamond , the only Rose that pleaseth best my eye ; The fairest Rose in all the world , to feed my Fantasie : The Flower of my affected heart , whose sweetness doth excell ; My Royal Rose , a thousand times , I bid thee now farewel . For I must leave my fairest Flower , my sweetest Rose a space ; And cross the Seas to famous France , proud Rebels to abase : But yet my Rose be sure thou shalt , my comming shortly see ; And in my heart whilst hence I am , I 'le bear my Rose with me . When Rosamond that Lady bright , did hear the King say so , The sorrow of her grieved heart , her outward looks did show , And from her clear and christial Eyes , the tears gush'd out apace , Which like the Silver Pearled Dew , ran down her comely face . Her Lips like to the Coral red , did wax both wan and pale , And for the sorrow she conceiv'd , her vital Spirits did fail : So falling down all in a swound , before King Henries face , Full oft betwixt his Princely arms , her Corps he did embrace . And twenty times with watry eyes , he kist her tender Cheeks , Until he had receiv'd again , her senses mild and meek : Why grieves my Rose , my sweetest Rose , the King did ever say , Because , quoth she , to bloody Wars , my Lord must part away . But sith your Grace in Forreign Coasts , among your Foes unkind ; Must go to hazard life and limb , why should I stay behind ? Nay , rather let me like a Page , your Shield and Target bear , That on my Breast the blow may light , that should annoy you there . O let me in your Royal Tent , prepare your bed at night , And with sweet Herbs refresh your Grace , at your return from Fight : So I your presence may enjoy , no toyl I will refuse , But wanting you my life is death , which doth true Love abuse . Content thy self my dearest Love , thy rest at home shall be ; In Englands sweet and pleasant Soyl , for travel fits not thee : Fair Ladies brook not bloody Wars , sweet Peace their pleasure breed ; The nourisher of hearts content , which Fancy first did feed . My Rose in Woodstock-Bower shall rest , with Musick 's sweet delight ; While I amongst the pierceing Pikes , against my Foes do Fight : My Rose in Robes of Pearl and Gold , with Diamonds richly dight , Shall dance the Galliard of my Love , while I my Foes do tinite . And you Sir Thomas whom I trust , to be my Loves defence ; Be careful of my gallant Rose , when I am parted hence : And there withal he fetcht a sigh , as though his heart would break , And Rosamond for very grief , not one plain word could speak . For at their parting well they might , in heart be grieved sore ; After that day fair Rosamond , the King did see no more : For when his Grace had past the Seas , and into France was gone , Queen Elinor with envious heart , to Woodstock came anon . And forth she call'd this trusty Knight , which kept this curious Bower , Who with his Clew of twined thread , came from that famous Flower : And when that they had wounded him , the Queen his Thred did get , And came where Lady Rosamond , was like an Angel set . But when the Queen with stedfast eyes , beheld her heavenly face , She was amazed in her mind , at her exceeding Grace : Cast off thy Robes from thee , she said , that rich and costly be ; And drink thee up this deadly Draught , which I have brought for thee . But presently upon her knees , sweet Rosamond did fall : And pardon of the Queen she crav'● , for her offences all : Lake pitty on my Youthful Years , fair Rosamond did cry : And let me not with poyson strong , enforced be to die . I will renounce my sinful life , and in a Cloyster vide , Or else be banisht if you please , to range the world so wide : And for the fault that I have done , though I was forc'd thereto , Preserve my lif● , and punish me , as you think fit to do . And with these words her Lilly hands , she wrung full often there ; And down along her comely Cheeks , proceeded many a tear : But nothing could this furious Queen , therewith appeased be ; The Cup of deadly Poyson fill'd , as she sat on her knee . She gave this comely Dame to drink , who took it from her hand , And from her bended knees arose , and on her Feet did stand : And casting up her eyes to Heaven , she did for mercy call ; And drinking up this Poyson strong , her life she lost withal . But when that death through every Limb , had done his greatest spight ; Her chiefest Foes did plain confess , she was a Glorious Might : Her Body then they did Entomb , when life was fled away ; At Godstow , near to Oxford town , as may be seen this day . FINIS . 2. A new Sonnet , containing the Lamentation of Shore's Wife , who was sometimes Concubine to King Edward the Fourth ; setting forth h●r great Fall , and withal her most miserable and wretched end . To the Tune of , The Hunt is up . LIsten fair Ladies , Unto my misery , That lived late , in pompous State , most delightfully : And now to Fortunes fair Dissimulation . Brought in cruel and uncouth Plagues , most pitiously . Shore's Wife I am , So known by Name , And at the Flower-de-luce in Cheapside , was my dwelling : The only Daughter of a wealthy Merchant-man Against whose counsel evermore , I was rebelling . Young was I loved , No action moved , My heart or mind , to give or yield , to their consenting : My Parents thinking strictly for to wed me , Forcing me to take that which caused my repenting . Then being wedded , I was quickly tempted , My beauty caused many Gallants to salute me : The King commanded , I straight obeyed ; For his chiefest Iewel then he did repute me . Bravely was I trained , Like a Queen I reigned , And poor mens Suits by me was obtained : In all the Court , to none was such great report , As unto me , though now in s●orn , I be disdained . When the King died , My grief was tried , From the Court I was expelled , with despight : The Duke of Glocester being Lord Protector , Took away my Goods , against all Law and right . And a Procession , For my transgression , Bare-footed he made me go : for to shame me , A Cross before me there was carried plainly , As a pennance to my former life , for to tame me . Then through London , Being thus undone , The Lord Protector published a Proclamation : On pain of death , I should not be harbour'd , Which further more encreas'd my sorrow , and vexation . I that had plenty , and Dishes dainty , Most sumptuously brought to my Board , at my pleasure : Being full poor , from door to door , I beg my Bread with Clack and Dish ; at my leisure . My rich attire , By fortunes ice , To rotten Rags and nakedness , they are beaten : My Body soft , which the King embrac'd oft , With Uermine vile annoy'd , and eat on . On Stalls and Stones , Did lye my Bones , That wonted was in Bed of Down , to be plac't : And you see , my finest Pillows be , Of stinking Straw , with Dirt and Dung thus disgrac'd . Wherefore fair Ladies , With your sweet Babies , My grievous fa●l bear in your mind , and behold me : Vow strange a thing , that the Love of a King , Should come to dye under a Stall , as I told ye . FINIS . 3. A new Sonnet of Edgar King of England , how he was deceived of a Lady which he loved , by a Knight of his own Court. To be sung in the old way , or else to the Tune of , Lebandalashot . When as King Edgar did govern this Land a down , a down , down , down , down And in the strength of his years did ●tand , call him down 〈◊〉 Such praise was spre●d of ●al●ant Dame , Which did through England 〈◊〉 great fame ; And she a Lady of high degree , The Earl of Devonshire's Daughter was she . The King which lately had 〈…〉 And not long time ● Widowed had been ; ●earing this praise of a gallant Maid , Upon her Beauty his Love he laid : And in his sight he would often ●ay , I will send for that Lady say : Yea , I will send for thi● Lady bright , Which is my treasure and delight : Whose Beauty , like to Phoebus B●a●s , Doth glister through all Christian Realms ; Then to himself ●he would reply , Saying , how fond● Prince am I , To cast my love , 〈◊〉 base and low , Upon a Girl I do not know ? King Edgar will his fancy frame , To love some P●erle●s Princely Dame ▪ The Daughter of a Royal King , That may a dainty Dolory bring , ● Whose matchless Beauty brought in place , May Estrilds Colour ●lean disgrace But senseless 〈◊〉 what do I mean , Upon a broken need to lean ● Or what 〈…〉 Thus to abuse my dearest Love Whose ●i●ge grac'd with he●●enly hue , Doth Hellens honour quite su●due : The glory of her beautious pride , Sweet Estrilds favour ●oth 〈◊〉 ; Then pardon my unseemly speech , Dear Love and Lady , I beseech : For I my thoughts will 〈…〉 To spread the honour of thy Dame : Then unto him he call'd a ●●ight , Which was most trusty in his ●●ht ; And unto him thus he did say , To Earl Orgator , ●o thy way : Where ask for Estrilds c●mely Dame , Whose beauty went so far by fame : And if you find her comely Grace , As fame did spread in every place : Then tell her Father , she shall be My Crowned Queen , if she agree . The Knight in ●●ssage 〈◊〉 And into Devonshire ●ent with speed : But when he saw the Lady bright , He was so ravis●t at her ●●ght ; That nothing ●o●do his passion move , Except he might obtain her Love : For day and night while there he ●laid , He courted 〈…〉 And in his Suit he 〈◊〉 such skill , That at the length he gain'd her Go●● 〈◊〉 : Forgetting quite the Duty though , Which he unto the King did owe. Then coming home unto his Grace , ●● told him with ●●sembling face ; That those Reports were to blame , That so advanc'd the Maidens Name ▪ For I assure your Grace , s●●d he , She is as other Women ●e : Her Beauty of such great Report , ●o better then the Common sort ; And far 〈◊〉 in every thing , To meet with such a Noble King : But though her face be nothing fair , 〈◊〉 she is her ●ather●●●eir ; Perhaps some Lord of high degree , Would ve●y ●ain her 〈…〉 : Then if your Grace would give consent , I would my self be well content : The D●msel for my ●●fe to take , For her great Lands and Livings sake ; The King ( whom thus he did dec●ive ) Incontinent did give him leave ; For on that point he did not 〈◊〉 For why , he had no ne●● of Land● Then being glad , he went 〈◊〉 , And wedded straight this Lady gay The fairest Creature 〈◊〉 life Had this false K●ight unto his wife And by that match of 〈◊〉 degree , An Earl soon after that wa● he . E're he long time ▪ had Married hee● , That many had her Beauty seen ; Her praise was spread both far and near ▪ The King 〈◊〉 thereof did ●ear ▪ UUho then in hear● did plainly prov● , He was betrayed of his Love ; Though therefore he was ●e●ed sore , Yet seem'd he not ●o grieve therefore ; But kept his count●●●nce 〈◊〉 and kind As though he ●are ●o g●udge in mind . But on a day it ●ame to pass , UUhen as the King full merry was ; To Ethlewood in s●ort ●e sa●d , I muse what c●ear th●re should be made ; If to thy house I should ●●sort , A nig●t or two for P●incel● sport : Hereat the Earl shew'd countenance glad , Though in his heart he was full sad ; Sa●ing , your G●ace shall welcome be , If so your Grace will honour me . UUhen as the 〈◊〉 appointed was , Before the King did thithe● pas● , The Earl before hand did prepare , The Kings coming ●● declare ; And with a countena●c● 〈…〉 ●e call'd his Lady unto ●im ▪ Saying with sad and 〈◊〉 hear , I pray you when the ●ing comes here , Sweet Lady as you 〈◊〉 me ▪ Let your attire but homely he : Nor wash not thou thy Angels face ▪ But so ●hy Beauty 〈◊〉 disgrace ; Thereto thy g●esture so e●e It may seem loathso●e to the 〈◊〉 ; For if the King should there behold , Thy glorious Beauty so ertol'd ; Then shall my life s●on ●hortned be , For my deserts and treachery . UUhen to thy Father first ● came , Though I did not declare the ●ame ▪ Yet was I put in trust to bring , The joyful tydings to the King : Who for thy glorious beauty seen , Did think of thee to make ●is 〈◊〉 But when I had thy person found ; Thy beauty gave me such a wound ▪ No rest nor comfort could I take ▪ Till you , sweet Love , my gri●f did ●●ke : And that though Duty charged me ▪ Most faithful to my Lord to be ; Yet Love , upon the other side , Bid for my self I should provide : Then for my suit and 〈◊〉 ●hown , At length I won you for my ●wn ; And for my Love in We●lock spent , Your choice you need no whit repent : Then since my grief I ●●ve exprest , Sweet Lady grant me my r●quest : Good words she gave , with smiling chear , Musing of that which she did he●● ; And casting many things in mind , Great fault therewith she s●e●d to find ; But in her self she thought it ●●ame , To make that foul , which God did fr●me : Most costly Robes full rich therefore , In bravest sort that day she wore ; Doing all that e're she might , To set her beauty forth to sight : And her best skill in every thing , She shew'd to entertain the King. Wherefore the King so snared was , That reason quite from him did pass : His heart by her was set on ●●re , He had to her a great desire : And for the looks he gave her then , For every look she shewed him ten . UUherefore the King perceived plain , His Love and looks were not in vain ; Upon a time it chanced so , The King he would a ●unting go : And as they through ● wood did ri●e , The Earl on H●r●e●back 〈◊〉 hi●●●de : For so the story tellet●●lai● , That with a shaft the Earl was 〈◊〉 So that when he had lost his life , He took the Lady unto wise ; UUho Married her , all harm to shun , By whom he did bege● a ●●on : Thus he that did the King deceive , Did by de●ert his death receive : Then to conclude and make an ●nd , Be true and faithful to thy friend . FINIS . 4. How Coventry was made free by Godina , Countess of Chester . To the Tune of , Prince Arthur died at Ludlow . LEofricus that Noble Earl , of Chester as I read , Did for the City of Coventry , many a Noble deed : Great Privilidges for the town , this Noble man did get ; And of all things did make it so , That they Tole-free did ●●t : Save only that for Horses still , and did som● Custom pay ▪ UUhich was g●eat 〈◊〉 unto the town ▪ full long and many a 〈◊〉 UUherefore ●is wife 〈…〉 did of the Earl reque●● ; That therefore he would make it fre● , as well as all the rest ▪ So when she long : had sued , her purpose to obtain ; Her Noble Lord at length she look , within a pleasant vein : And unto him with smiling chear , s●e did forthwith proc●●d ; Entreating greatly that he would , perform that Godly deed . You move me much , my fair , ( quoth he ) your suit I fain would shun ▪ But what will you perform and do , to have this matter done ? UUhy , any thing my Lord ( quoth s●e ) you will with reason cr●ve ; I will perform it with good will , if I my wish might have : If thou wilt grant the thing , he said , what I shall now require ; As soon as it is finished , thou shalt have thy desire : Command what you think good , my Lord , I will thereto agree ; On this Condition , that the town for ever may be free : If thou thy Cloaths strip off , and here lay them down ; And at Noon-day on Horse-back ride , stark naked through the the town : They shall be free for evermore ▪ if thou wilt not do so ; ●o●e Liberty th●n , now the●●a●e , ● never will ●estow . The Lady at this strange demand , was much abasht in mind ; And yet for to fulfil this thing ▪ she never a whit repin'd : UUherefo●e to all ●fficers of the town she sent ; That they perceiving her good will ; which for the weal was ●ent ; That on the day that she should ride , all persons through the town ▪ Should keep their Houses , shut their Doors , and clap their windows do●●● : So that no Creature young or old , should in the Streets be seen ; Till she had ridden all about , throughout the City clean : And when the day of Riding ●ame , no person did her see , Saving her Lord , after which time , the town was ever set free . FINIS . 5. How the Dukes Daughter of Cor●●al being Married unto King Locrin , was by him put away ; and a strange Lady , whom he better Loved , he Married and made her his Queen ; and how his Wife was avenged . To the Tune of , In Creete . WHen Humber in his wrathful rage , King Albanack in field had slain , Those bloody br●●●s for to aswage ▪ King Locrin then apply'd his pain ; And with a Host of Brittans s●out , At length he found King Humber out . At vantage great he met him then , and with his Host beset him so ; That he destroy'd his warlike men , and Humbers power did overthrow : And Humber which for fear did ●ye , Leapt into a River desperately . And being Drown'd in the Deep , he left a Lady there alive , UUhich sadly did lamen● and w●p , for fear they should ●er li●e depr●●e , But by her face that was so fai● , The King was caught in Cupids snare . Ye took this Lady to his Love , who secretly did keep her st●●● ; So that the Queen did quickly prove , the King did bear 〈◊〉 small good wi●● : UUhich though by we●lock late b●●un , He had by her a gallant Son. Queen Guendoline was griev'd in mind , to see the ●ing was altered so ; At length the cause she than●'d to find , which brought her to most bitter woe : For Estrild was his joy ( God-wo● ) By whom a Daughter he beg●t . The Duke of Cornwal being dead , the Father of that gallant Queen ; The King with Lust being overlaid , his lawful wife he cast off clean : UUho with her dear and tender ●on , For succour did in Cornwal run . Then Locrin Crowned Estrild bright , and made of her his lawful wife ; UUith her which was his hearts delight , he thought to lead his life : Thus Guendo●me , as one forlorn , Did hold her wretched life in scorn . But when the Cornish men did know , the great abuse she did endure , UUith her a number great did go , which she by Prayers did procure : In Battel then they Marcht along , For to redress this grievous wrong . And near a Rider ▪ called Store , the King with all his Host she met , UUhere both the Armies fought full sore , but yet the Queen the Field did get : Yet ●'re they did the Conquest gain , The King was with an Arrow slain . Then Guendoline did take in hand , until her Son was come to age , The Government of all the Land , but first her fury to asswage : She did command her Souldirs wild , To drown both Estrild and her Child . Inconti●e●tith●● 〈◊〉 they did brin● , fair Estrild 〈◊〉 River si●e ; And ●abri●● Daughter to a King , whom Guendoline could not abide : Who being bound 〈…〉 fast ▪ Into the River there was cast . And ever since that running stream , wherein the Ladies drowned were , I● called Save●● ●hrough the Realm ; because that ●abrine die● there ▪ Thus they that did : to 〈…〉 ; Were brought 〈◊〉 a woful end . FINIS . 6. A Song of Queen Isabel , Wife to King Edward the Second ; how by the Spencers she was constrained secretly to go out of England with her eldest Son , Prince Edward , to seek for succour in France , and what happened ●nto her in her Journey . PRoud were the Spencers , and of condition ill , All England and the King ●likewise ; they ruled at their will : And many Lords and Nobles of the Land , Through their occasions lost 〈◊〉 lives , and none did them withstand . And at the last they did encrease truth grief , Between the King and Israel , his Queen and fall 〈◊〉 wise : Do that her life she dreaded wandrous sor● And cast within her secret thoughts , some present help therefore . That she requests with counts nance grave and ( sage ) That she to Thomas Beckets Youth , might go on Pilgrimage : Then being joyful to have that happy charice , Her Son and she took Ship with speed , and sailed into France : And Royally she was receiued then , By the King and all the rest , of ●aers and Mohlemen : And unto him at last she did express , The cause of her Areiv●● there , her cause and heaviness . When as her Brother her grief did understand , He gave her leave to gather men , throughout his famous Land , And made a promise to 〈◊〉 her eber●u●re , As oft as she should standin need of Gold and Silver 〈◊〉 . But when indeed she did require its same , He was as far 〈◊〉 it , as when she thither came ; And did proclaim , whilst matters were so , That none on pain of death should go , to 〈◊〉 the English 〈◊〉 . This alteration did greatly grieve the Queen , That down along her lonely face , the bitter 〈◊〉 were s●en ! When she perceiv'd her friends for look her so , She knew not for her safety , which way to turn or go : But through good 〈◊〉 at last she then decreed , To seek in fruitful Germany , some succour to this n●ed : And to Sir John Henault the 〈◊〉 she , Who entertain'd this weful Queen , with great sol●mnity . And with great sorrow to him she then complain'd , Of all her 〈◊〉 and Injuries , which she of last 〈◊〉 : So that with weeping 〈…〉 The sum whereof did greatly grieve that Noble Courteous Knight : Who made an oath he would her Champion ●e , And in her 〈◊〉 spend his Blood , from wrong to set her free And all my friends with 〈…〉 Shall help for to advance your state , whose truth no time shall 〈◊〉 And in his promise most faithful he was found , And many Lords of great account , was in his Voyage bound So setting forward with a ●●odly train , At length , through Gods special Grace , into England they came . At Harwich then , when they were ashore , Of English Lords and Barrons bold , there came to her great state Which did reioyce the Queens afflicted hearts , That English Lords in such sort , came for to take her part . When as King Edward hereof did understand , How that the Queen with such a power , was entred on his Land : And how his Nobles were gone to take her part He fled from London presently ; even with a heauy heart ▪ And with the Spencers unto Bristol go , To fortisle that gallant town , great cost he did bestow : Leaving behind to govern London town , The stout Bishop of Exeter , whose pride was soon pull'd down . The Mayor of London , with Citizens great store The Bishop and the Spencers both , in heart they did a●●or ; Therefore they took him without fear or dread , And at the Standard in Cheapside , they sino●e off his head : Unto the Queen then this Message they sent , The City of London was at her Commandment ; ●herefore the Queen with all her company , Did straight to Bristol march amain ; whereas the King did lie . Then she Be●●teg'd the City round about , Threatning sharp and cruel Death , to those that were so stout ; Wherefore the Townsmen , their Children , and their wives ; Did yield the City to the Queen . for safeguard of their lives : Where was took , the story plain doth tell , Sir Hugh Spencer , and with him , the Carl Arundel : This judgement just the Nobles did set down , They should be drawn and hanged both , in sight of Bristol Town ; Then was King Edward in the Castle there , And Hugh Spencer still with him , in dread and deadly fear ; And being prepar'd from thence to sail away ▪ The winds were found contrary , they were enforc'd to stay : But at last Sir John Beamount Knight , Did bring his Sailing Ship to shore , and so did stay their Flight : And so these men were taken speedsly , And brought as Prisoners to the Queen , which did in Bristoll●e . The Queen by counsel of the Lords and Barons bold , To Barkely sent the King , there to be kept in hold : And young Hugh Spencer that did much ill procure , Was to the Marshal of the Post , sent unto keeping sure : And then the Queen to Hereford took her way , With all her warlike Company , which late in Bristol lay : And here behold how Spencer was From town to town , euen as the Queen to Hereford did pass . Upon a Iade which they by chance had found , Young Spencer mounted was , with legs and hands fast bound : I writing paper along as he did go , Upon his head he had to wear , which did his treason show : And to decide this Traytor lewd and ill , Certain men with Reeden pipes , did blow before him still ; Thus was he led along in every place , While many people did rejoyce , to see his strange disgrace . When unto Hereford our Noble Queen was come , She did assemble all the Lords , and Knights both all and some ; And in their presence young Spencer judgement had To be both hang'd and quartered , his treasons were so bad : Then was the King deposed of his Crown , from Rule and Princely Dignity , the Lords did cast him down ; And in his life his Son both wise and ●age , Was Crown'd King of fair England , at fifteen years of age . FINIS . 7. A Song of the banishment of the two Dukes , of Hereford and Norfolk . TWo Noble Dukes of great Renown , that long had lived in Fame ; Through hateful envy were cast down , and brought to sudden shame : The Duke of Hereford was the one , a prudent Prince and wise ; 'Gainst whom such malice there was s●own which soon in sight did rise . The Duke of Norfolk most untrue , declared unto the King , The Duke of Hereford greatly grew , in hatred of each thing : UUhich by his Grace was acted still , against both high and low , Now he had a traytorous will , his State to overthrow . The Duke of Hereford then in haste , was sent for to the King ; And by the Lords in order plac'd , examin'd of each thing : UUho ● ing guiltless of this crime , which was against him laid , 〈◊〉 Duke of Norfolk at that time , these words unto him said . How can'st thou with a shameless face , deny a truth so stout ; And here before his Royal Grace , so falsly face it out ? Did not these wicked treasons pass , when we together were ; How that the King unworthy was , the Royal Crown to hear ? Wherefore my gracious Lord , quoth he , and you his Noble Peers ; To whom I wish long life to be , with many happy years : I do pronounce before you all , this treacherous Lord that 's here , A traytor to our Noble King , as time shall shew it clear . The Duke of Hereford hearing that , in mind was grieved much ; And did return this answer flat , which did Duke Norfolk touch : The term of traytor , truthless Duke , in scorn and great disdain ; With flat distance to thy face , I do return again . And therefore if it please your Grace , to grant me leave ( quoth he ) To Combat with my known Foe , that here accuseth me : I do not doubt but plainly prove , that like a perjur'd Knight , He hath most falsly sought my shame , against all truth and right . The King did grant this just request , and did there with agree ; At Coventry in August next , this Combat fought should be : The Dukes on sturby Steebs full stout , in Coats of Steel most bright ; With Spears in Rests , did enter Lists , this Combat flerce to fight . The King then east his Warden down , commanding them to stay ; And with his Lords he councel took , to stint that mortal fray : At length unto these Noble Dukes , the King of ●eraulds came , And unto them with losty speech , this Sentence did proclaim . Sir Henry Bullingbrook , this day , the Duke of Hereford here , And Thomas Maubry , Norfolk Duke , so valiant did appear : And having in honourable sort , repaired to this place , Our Noble King for special cause , hath altered thus the case . First Henry Duke of Hereford , e're fifteen days be past , Shall part the Realm on pain of death , while ten years space doth last And Thomas Duke of Norfolk thou , that hath begun this strife , And therefore no good proof can bring , I say for term of life . By judgement of our Soveraign Lord , which now in place doth stand , For evermore I vanish thee , out of thy Native Land : Charging thee on pain of death , when fifteen days are past , Thou never tread on English ground , so long as life doth last . Thus were they sworn before the King , e're they did further pass , The one should never come in place , whereas the other was ; Then both the Dukes with heavy hearts , was parted presently ; Their uncouth streams of froward chance , of forreign Lands to try . The Duke of Norfolk coming then , where he should Shipping take ; The bitter tears fell down his cheeks , and thus his moan did make : Now let me sigh and sob my fill , e're I from hence depart ; That inward pangs , with speed may burst , my sore afflicted heart . Ah cursed man ! whose loathed life is held so much in scorn , Whose Company is clean despis'd , and left as one forlorn : Now take thy leave and last adieu , of this thy Country dear ; Which never more thou must behold , nor yet approach it near . Now happy should I account my self , if death my heart had torn ; That I might have my Bones Entombd , where I was bred and born : Or that by Neptunes wrathful rage , I might be prest to dye : Whilst that sweet Englands pleasant banks , did stand before mine eye . How sweet a scent hath English ground , within my senses now ? How fair unto my outward sight , seems every B●anch and Bough : The fields and flowers , the trees and stones , seem such unto my mind ; That in all other Countries ●u●e , the like I shall never find . O that the Sun with shining face , would stay his steed by strength ; That this same day might stretched be , to twenty years in length : And that the true pe●formed Lyve , their hasty course would stay ; That Eolus would never yield , to bear me hence away . That by the fountain of my eyes , the fields might watered be ; That I might grave my grievous Plaints , upon each springing tree : But time I see with Eagles wings , so swift doth flie away ; And dusky Clouds begin to dim , the brightness of the day . The fatal hour it draweth on , the winds and tydes agree ; And now sweet England oversoon , I must depart from thee : The Marriners have hoised Sails , and call to catch me in ; And now in woful heart I feel , my torments to begin . Wherefore farewel for evermore , sweet England unto thee ; But farewell all my Friends , which I again shall never see : And England here I kiss thy ground , upon my bended knee , Whereby to shew to all the world , how dearly I love thee . This being said , away he went , as Fortune did him guide , And at the length with grief of heart , in Venice there he dy'd : The Noble Duke in doleful sort , did lead his life in France , And at the last , the mighty Lord did him full high advance . The Lord of England afterwards , did send for him again ; While that King Richard at the Wars , in Ireland did remain : Who brought the vile and great abuse , which through his deeds did spring ; Deposed was , and then the Duke was truly Crowned King. FINIS . 8. The noble Acts of Arthur of the Round Table . To the Tune of , Flying Fame . When Arthur first in Court began , and was approved King ; By force of Arms great Victories won , and conquest home did bring : Then into Brittain straight he came , where fifty good and able Knights , then repaired unto him , which were of the Round Table . And many Justs and Turnaments , before them that were drest , Where valiant Knights did then excel , and far surmount the rest : But one Sir Lancelot du lake , who was approved well , He in his fights and deeds of arms , all others did excell . When he had rested him a while , to play , to game , and sport , He thought he would to try himself , in some adventurous sort : He armed rode in Forrest wide , and met a Damsel fair , Who told him of adventures great , whereto he gave good ear : Why should I not , quoth Lancelot tho , for that cause I came hither , Thou seem'st ( quoth she ) a Knight right good , and I will bring thee thither : Whereas the mighty King doth dwell , that now is of great fame , Therefore tell me what Knight thou art , and then what is your Name . My name is Lancelot du Lake , quoth she , it likes me than , Here dwells a Knight , that never was , e're matcht with any man : ●ho has in prison three score Knights , and four that he has wound : ●nights of King Arthurs Court they be , and of his Table Round : 〈◊〉 brought him to a River-side , and also to a tree , Thereon a Copper Bason hung , his fellows Shields to see : 〈◊〉 struck so hard the Bason , broke , when Tarquin heard the sound , 〈◊〉 drove a Horse before him straight , whereon a Knight lay bound : Sir Knight , then said Sir Lancelot tho , bring me that Horse-load hither ; And lay him down and let him rest , we 'l try our force together : And as I understand thou hast , so far as thou art able ; Done great despite and shame , unto the Knights of the Round Table . ●f thou be of the Table Round , ( quoth Tarquin speedily ) Both thee , and all thy fellowship , I utterly deste : That 's overmuch , quoth Lancelot tho , defend thee by and by ; They put their Spurs unto their Steeds , and each at other slye . They couch their Spears , and Horses can , as though there had been thunder ; And each struck them amidst the shield , wherewith they broke in sunder : Their Horses backs brake under them , the Knights were both aston'd , To hold their Horses they made great haste , to light upon the ground : They took them to their Shields full fast , thier Swords they drew out then ; With mighty strokes most eagerly , each one at other ran : They wounded were , and bled full sore , for breath they both did stand ; And leaning on their Swords a while , quoth Tarquin , hold thy hand , And tell to me what I shall ask ; say on quoth Lancelot , tho , Thou art quoth Tarquin , the best Knight that ever I did know : And like a Knight that I did hate , so that thou be not he ; I will deliver all the rest , and eke accord with thee : That is well said , quoth Lancelot then , but sith it must be so ; What is the Knight thou hatest so , I pray thee to me shew . His Name is Sir Lancelot du Lake , he slew my Brother dear ; Him I suspect of all the rest , I would I had him here : Thy wish thou hast , but yet unknown , I am Lancelot du Luke , Now Knight of Arthurs Table Round , King Hauds Son of Suewake : And I desire thee , do thy worst , Ho , ho , quoth Tarquin tho , One of us two shall end our lives , before that we do go : If thou be Lancelot du Lake , then welcome shalt thou be ; Wherefore see thou thy self defend , for now I thee defte . They buckled together so , like two wild Boars rushing : And with their Swords and Shields they ran , at one another flashing : The ground be●winkled was with Blood , Tarquin began to faint : For he gave back , and bore his Shield so low , he did repent : Then soon spied Sir Lancelot tho , he leapt upon him then , He pull'd him down upon his knee , and rushing off his yelm : And then he struck his Neck in ●●o , and when he had done so ; From prison , threescore Knights and four , Lancelot delivered tho . FINIS . 9. A Song in Praise of Women , To a pleasant new Tune : called , My Vallentine . AMongst all other things , that God hath made beneath the Sky ; Most glorious to satisfie the curious eye , of mortal men withal : The sight of Eve , Did soonest fit his fancy , Whose courtesse and amity most speedily , had caught his heart in thrall : Whom he did love so dear , A● plainly both appear , He made her Queen of all the world , and Mistris of his heart ; Though afterwards she wrought his woe , his death and deadly smart . What need I speak Of matters passed long ago , Which all men know , I need not shew , to high or low , the case it is so plain , ●lthough that Eve committed then so great , E're she went hence : A recompence in defence , she made mankind again : For by her blessed Seed , we are Redeem'd indeed , Why should not then , all mortal men , esteem of women well ? And love their wives , even as their lives , as nature doth c●mpel . A vertuous Wife The Scripture doth commend , and say , That night and day , she is a stray , from all decay ; to keep her Husband still , ●he useth not To give her self a wandring , Or flattering , or pratling , or any thing , to do her Neighbour ill : But all her mind is bent , his Pleasures is con●●n● ; Her faithful love , doth not remove , for any Storm or grief : Then is not he , well blest think ye , that meets with such a ●ife ? But now methinks , I hear some men do say to me , Few such there be , in each degree , and quality , at this day to be found ; And now adays , Some men do set their whole delight , Both day and night , with all despite , to brawl and fight , their rage did so abound : But sure I think and say , here comes no such to day ; Nor do I know of any she , that is within that place , And yet for fear , I dare swear , it is so hard a case : But to conclude , For Maids , and wives , and Virgins all , Both great or small , in Bowér or Hall , to pray I shall , so long as life doth last ; That they may live , With hearts content , and perfect peace , That joys increase , may never cease , till death release , the care that crept so fast , For beauty doth me blind , To have them all in mind , Even for her sake , that doth us make , so merry to be seen : The glory of the Female kind , I mean our Noble Queen . FINIS . 10. A Song in praise of a single Life . To the Tune of , The Ghosts hearse . SOme do write of bloody wars , Some do shew the several jars , 'twixt men through envy raised , Some in praise of Princes write , Some set their whole delight , to her fair Beauty blazed : Some other persons are mov'd , for to praise where they are lov'd : And let lovers praise beauty as they will , other ways I am intended ; True Love is little regarded , And often goes unrewarded : Then to avoid all strife , I 'le resolve to lead a single life , whereby the heart is not offended , ● what suit and service too , Is used by them that wooe : ● what grief in heart and mind , What for row we do find ; through womens fond behaviour : Subject to suffer each hour , and speeches sharp and sower : And labour , love , & cost , perchance 't is but all lost and no way to be amended , And so purchase pleasure , And after repent at leisure ; Then to avoid all strife , &c. To no man in wedded state , Doth happen much debate , except Gods special favour , If his wife be proudly bent , Or secretly consent , to any lewd behaviour : If ●he be slothful or idle , Or such as her tongue cannot bridle , O then well were he , Of death his bane would be : no sorrow else can be amended , For look how long he were living , Evermore he would be grieving , Then to avoid all strife , &c. Married folks we often hear , Even through their Children dear , have many causes of sorrow ; If disobedient they be found , Or false in any ground , by their unlawful sorrows , To see such wicked fellows , shamefully come unto the Gallows , Whom Parents with great care , Nourished with dainty fare , from their Cradle truly tended ; When as their Mothers before them , doth curse the day that e're they bore them , Then to avoid all strife , &c. Do we then behold and see , When men and wives agree , and live together ; Where the Lord hath sent them eke , Fair Children mild and meek , like flowers in summer weather : How greatly are they grieved , And will not by joy he relieved , if that Death doth call , Either wife or Children small , whom their vertues do command , Their losses whom they thus added , from their hearts cannot be moved , Then to avoid all strife , &c. Who being in that happy state , Would work himself such hate , his Fancy for to follow : Or living here devoid of strife , Would take him to a wife ; for to procure his sorrow , With cárking and with caring , Evermore must be sparing , Were he not worse'then mad , being merry would be sad : Were he to be commended . That e're would seek much pleasure , where grief is all his treasure : Then to avoid all strife , &c. 11. The Widdows Solace . To the Tune of , Robinsons Almain . MOurn no more fair Widdow , thy tears are all in vain ; 'T is neither grief nor sorrow , can call the dead again : Man's well enough compared , unto the Summers flower , Which now is fair and pleasant , yet withereth in an hour : And mourn no more in vain , as one whose faith is small ; Be patient in affliction , and give God thanks for all . All men are born to dye , the Scripture telleth plain , Of Earth we were created , to Earth we must again , I was neither Croesus treasure , nor Alexanders fame : Nor Solomon by wisdom , that could Deaths fury tame ; 〈◊〉 Physick might preserve them , when nature did decay ; What man can hold for ever , the thing that will away ? Then mourn no more , &c. Though you have lost your Husband , your comfort in distress ; Consider God regardeth the Widdows heaviness : And hath strictly charged , such as his Children be , The Fatherless and Widdow , to shield from injury . Then mourn no more , &c. If he were true and faithful , and loving unto thee ; Doubt not but there 's in England , enough as good as he : But if that such affe●tion , within this heart was none ; Then give God praise and glory , that he is dead and gone : And mourn no more , &c , Receive such Suitors friendly , as do resort to thee ; Respect not the outward person , but the inward gravity : And with advised judgement , chuse him above the rest ; Whom thou by proof hast tried , Then mourn no more , &c. Then shalt thou live a life , exempted from all annoy ; And whensoever it chanceth , I pray God give thee joy : And thus I make an end , with true humility ; In hope my simple solace , may well excepted be : Then mourn no more , &c. FINIS . 12. A gentle Womans Complaint , in that she found her Friend Faithless , which should have continued Constant. FAith is a Figure standing now for nought , Faith is a fancy we ought to cast in thought : Faith now adays , as all the world may see , Resteth in few , and faith is fled from thee . Is there any faith in strangers to be found , Is there any faith lies hidden in the ground ? Is there any faith in men that buried be ? No , there is none , and Faith is fled from thee . Fled is the Faith that might remain in any , Fled is the Faith that should remain in many , Fled is the Faith that should in any be , Then farewel hope , for Faith is fled from thee . From Faith I see that everyone is flying , From Faith I see that all things are a dying ; They flye from faith that most in faith should be , And faithless thou that brake thy faith to me . Thee have I sought , but thee I could not find , Thou of all others was most within my mind ; Thee have I left , and I alone will be , Because I find that Faith is fled from thee . 13. Of the Prince of England , who wooed the Kings Daughter of France , and how he was slain , and she afterwards Married to a Forrester . To the Tune of , Crimson Velvet . IN the days of old , When fair France did flourish , Stories plainly told , Lovers felt annoy ; The King a Daughter had , Beautious , bright , and lovely , Which made her Father glad , she was his only joy : A Prince of England came , Whose Deeds did merit Fame , he woo'd her long , and so at last , Look what he did require , She granted his desire , their hearts in one were linkt so fast : Which when her Father proved , Lord how he ws moved , and tormented in his mind ; He sought for to prevent them , And to discontent them , Fortune crosseth Lovers kind : When the Princes twain , Were thus barr'd of pleasure , Through the Kings disdain , which their joys withstood ; The Lady got up her cloaths , Her Jewels , and her Treasure ; Having no remorse of State or Royal Blood : In homely poor array , She got from Court away , to meet her joy and hearts delight ; Who in a Forrest great , Had taken up his seat , to wait her comming in the night : But to see what sudden danger , To this Princely stranger , chanced as he sat alone ; By Out-laws he was Robbed , And with Poniard stobbed , uttering many a dying groan . The Princess arm'd by him , And by true desire , Mandring all the night , without dread at all ; Still unknown she pass'd In her strange attire , Comming at the last , in the ecchoes call : You fair woods , quoth she , Honoured may you be , harbouring my hearts delight ; UUhich doth compass here , My joy and only dear , my trusty friend and Noble Right : Sweet I come unto thee , Sweet I come to woe thee , that thou may'st not angry be ; For my long delaying , And thy courteous staying , ' mends for all I 'le make to thee . Passing thus along , Through the Forrest , Many grievous groans , sounding in her ears : UUhere she heard a man , To lament the sorest , That was ever seen , forced by deadly fear : Farewel my dear , quoth he , Whom I shall never see , for why my life is at an end ; Through villanies cruelty , Loe here for thee I dye , to shew I am a faithful Friend : Here I lye a bleeding , UUhile my thoughts are feeding , on the rarest beauty found ; O hard hap that may be , Little knows my Lady , my heart blood lies on the ground● UUith that he gave a groan , UUhich did burst asundier , All the tender strings of his bleeding heart ; She which knew his voice , At his tale did wonder , All her former joy , did to grief convert : Straight she ran to see , UUhom this man should be , that so like her love did speak ; And found when as she came , Her lovely Lord lay slain , all smeared in blood , which life did break . When this deed they spied , Lord how sore she cried , her sorrows cannot counted be ; Her eyes like fountains runing , While she cried out , my Darling , I would that I had died for thee . His pale lips alas , Twenty times she kissed , And his face did wash , with her trickling tears . Every bleeding wound , Her fair words bedewed , Wiping off the Blood with her Golden Hair : Speak fair Prince to me , one sweet word of comfort give , Lift up thy fair Eyes . Listen to my Crys , think in what great grief I live : All in vain she sued , All in vain she vicwed , the Princess life was dead and gone ; There stood she still mourning , Till the Sun approaching , add bright day was coming on . In this great distress , Quoth the Royal Lady , Who can now express , what will become of me ? To my Fathers Court , Will I never wander , But some Service seek , where I might placed be , And thus she made her moan , UUeeping all alone , all in dread and dreadful fear , A fo●rester all in Green , Most comely to be seen , ranging the woods did find her there : Round beset with sorrow , Maid , quoth he , good morrow , what hard hap brought you here ? Harder hap did never , Chance to Maiden ever , here lies slain my Brother dear . UUhere might I be plac'd , Gentle forrester tell me , Where should I procure , a Service in my care ? Pains I will not spare , And will do my duty , Ease me of my care , help my extream need : The Forrester all amazed , On her beauty gazed , till his heart was set on fire ; Yes , fair Maid , quoth he , you shall have your hearts desire . He brought her to his Mother , And above all other he sets forth the Maidens praise ; Long was his heart inflamed , At last her love he gained , thus did his Glory raise . Thus unknown he married , With the Kings fair Daughter , Children they had seven , e're he knew the same ; But when he understood , She was a Royal Princess , By this means at last , she shewed forth her fame : He Cloth'd his Children Not like to other men , in party colours strange to see ; The left side Cloth of Gold , The right side now behold , of woollen cloth still framed he . Men hereat did wonder , Golden fame did thunder , this strange Deed in every place ; The King of France came thither , Being pleasant weather , in the woods the Part to chase : The Children then did stand , As their Father wistled , Where the Royal King must of force come by ; Their Bother richly clad , In fair crimson velvet , Their Father all in Gray , comely to the eye : Then the famous King , Noted every thing , asking how he durst be so bold , To let his wife to wear , And deck his Children there , in costly Robes and Cloath of Gold : The forrester thus reply'd , And the case de●crib'd to the King thus did say ; ●ell may they by their Bother , Wear rich Gold like other , being by birth a Princess gay . The King upon these words , More heedful beheld them , Till a crimson blush , his conceit did crofs , The more I look , he said , On thy Wife and Children , the more I call to mind : my daughter whom I lost : I am the Child ( quoth she ) Falling on her knee , pardon me my Soveraign Leige , The King perceiving this , His Daughter dear did kiss , and joyful tears did stop his speech : With his train he turned , And with her sojourned , straightway he dub'd her Husband Knight ; Then made him Earl of Flanders , One of his chief Commanders , thus was his sorrows put to flight . FINIS . Of the faithful friendshid that lasted between two faithful friends . To the Tune of , flying fame , IN stately Rome sometimes did dwell , a man of Noble Fame ; Who had a Son of seemly shape , Alphonso was his name : When he was grown and come to age , his Father thought it best , To send his Son to Athens fair , where wisdoms School did rest . And when he was to Athens come , good Lectures for to learn ; A place to board him with delight , his friends di● well disce●n : A Noble Knight of Athens Low● ▪ of him did take the charge , Who had a Son Ganselo Ca●'d , just of his pi●ch and age . In stature and in person both , in favour , speech , on● face ; In quality and condi●ions ●ke they 'greed in ●very place : So like they were in all resp●cts , the one unto the other ; They were not known but by their names , of Father or of Mother . And as in favour they were found , alike in all re●●●●s , Even so they did most dearly l●ot , and probe , by 〈…〉 : Ganselo loved a La●y fair , which did in Athens ●well ; Who was in beauty p●erless 〈◊〉 , so far ●he did excell . Upon a time it chanced so , as fancy 〈…〉 ; That he would visit for delight , his Lady and his Love : And to his true and faithful Friend , he declared the same : Asking of him , if he would see , that fair and comely Dame. Alphonso did thereto agree , and with Ganselo went ; To see the Lady which he lov'd , which bred his discontent : But when he cast his Chrystial eyes , upon her Angels hue ; The beauty of that Lady bright , did staight his heart subdue . His gentle heart so wounded was , with that fair Ladies face ; That afterwards he daily liv'd , in sad and woful case : And of his grief he knew not how , therefore to make an end ; For that he knew his Ladies Love , was yielded to his Friend . Thus being sore perplext in mind , upon his Bed he lay ; Like one which death and deep despair , had almost worn away : His friend Ganselo that did see , his grief and great distress ; At length requested for to know , his cause of heaviness . With much ad● at length he told , the truth unto his friend ; Who did relieve his inward woe , with comfort to the end : Take courage then , dear friend , quoth he , though she through love be mine ; My right I will resign to thee , the Lady shall be thine . You know our favours are alike , our speech also likewise ; This day in mine apparel then , you shall your self disguise : And unto Church then shall you go , directly in my stead ; Loe though my friends suppose'tis I , you shall the Lady wed . Alphonso was so well appaid , and as they had decreed ; He went that day and wedded plain , the Lady there indeed : But when the Nuptual feast was done , and Phoebus quite was fled ; The Lady for Gansela took Alphonso to her bed . That night they spent in pleasant sport , and when the day was come , A Poast for fair Alphonso come , to fetch him home to Rome : Then was the matter plainly prov'd , Alphonso wedded was , And not Ganselo to that Dame , which brought great woe , alas . Alphonso being gone to Rome , with this his Lady gay , Ganselo's friends and kind●ed all , in such a rage did stay : That they depriv'd him of his wealth , his Land and rich attire : And banished him their Country quite , in rage and wrathful ire . With sad and pensive thoughts alas , Ganselo wandred then , Who was constrain'd through want to beg , relief of many men : In this distress , oft would he say : to Rome I mean to go , To seek Alphonso , my dear Friend , who will relieve my woe . To Rome when poor Ganselo came , and found Alphonso's place ; Which was so famous , huge , and fair , himself in such poor case ▪ He was asham'd to shew himself , in that his poor array , Saying , Alphonso knows me well , if he would come this way . Therefore he staid within the street , Alphonso then came by , But heeding not Ganselo poor , his Friend that stood so nigh : Which griev'd Ganselo to the heart , quoth he , and is it so ? Doth proud Alphonso now disdain his Friend indeed to know . In desperate sort away he went , into a Barn hard by , And presently he drew his knife , thinking thereby to dye : And bitterly in sorrow there , he did lament and weep , And being over weighed with grief , he there fell fast asleep . While soundly there he sweetly slept , come in a murthering thief ; And saw a naked knife lye by this man so f●ll of grief : The knife so bright , he took up straight , and went away amain ; And thrust it in a●● urehered man , which before he had slain . And afterwards he went with speed , and put this bloody knife ; Into his hand that sleeping lay , to save himself from strife : Which done , away in haste he ran , and that search was made , Ganselo with his bloody knife , was for the murther staid : And brought before the Magistrate , who did confess most plain ; That he indeed with that same knife , the murthered man had slain : Alphonso sitting there as Iudge , and knowing Ganselo's face , To save his friend did say , himself was guilty in that case . None , quoth Alphonso , kill'd the man , my Lord but only I ; And therefore set this poor man free , and let me justly dye : Thus while for death these faithful friends , in striving did proceed ; The man before the Senate came , which did the fa●t indeed . Who being moved with remorse , their friendly hearts to see ; Did say befo●e the Iudges plain , none did the fa●t but he : Thus when the truth was plainly told , of all sides joy was seen ; Alphonso did embrace his Friend , which had so woful been . In rich array he cloathed him , as fitted his degree ; And helpt him to his Lands ●ga●n , and former dignity : T●e Murtherer for telling truth , had pardon at that time ; Who afterwards lamented much , this foul and grievous crime . FINIS . THE SECOND PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL , 1. A Pastoral Song to the Tune of , Hey ho holy-day . UPon a Down where Shepherd keep , piping pleasant Lays ; Two Country Maids were keeping Sheep , and sweetly chanted Round-delays : Three Shepherds each on Daten Reed , blaming Cupids cruel wrong , Unto these Rural Nymphs agreed , to keep a tuneful Tunder-song . And so they were in number Five , Bus●cks number sweet , And we the like , let us contrive , to sing their Song in order meet : Fair Phillis part I take to me , she 'gainst loving Hinds complains ; And Amarillis , thou shalt be , she defends the Shepherds Swains . Ph. Fye on the slights that men devise , Sh. Hey ho , silly slights : Ph. When s●mple Maids they would intice , Sh. Maidens are young-mens chief delights : Am. Nay , women they which with their eyes , Sh. Eyes like bean●s of bur●●ng Sun : Am. And men once caught they soon dispise , Sh. So are Shepherds oft undone . Ph. If any young Man win a Maid , Sh. Happy man is he ; Ph. By trusting him she is betray'd , Sh. Fye upon such treachery : Am. If maids witch young-men with their guiles Sh. Hey ho , hey ho , guiters grief : Am. They deal like weeping Crocodiles , Sh. That murther men without relief . Ph. I know a silly Country Hind , Sh. Hey ho , hey ho , silly Swain ! Ph. To whom fair Daphne proved kind , Sh. Was he not kind to her again : Ph. He vow'd to Pan with many an Dath , Sh. Hey ho , hey ho , Shepherds God is he , Am. Yet since he hath chang'd & broke his ruth , Sh. Troth plight broke , will plagued be . Am. She had deceived many a Swain , Sh. Fye upon false deceit : Am. And plighted troth to them in vain , Sh. There can be no grief more great , Am. Her measure was with measure paid , Sh. Hey ho , hey ho , equal need ? Am. She was beguiled , that was betray'd , Sh. So shall all deceivers speed . Ph. If ever Maid were like to me , Sh. Hey ho , hey ho , hard of heart ! Ph. Both Love and Lovers scorn'd should be , Sh. Scorners should be sure of smart : Am. If every Maid were of my mind , Sh. Hey ho , hey ho , lovely sweet ! Am. They to their Lovers should prove kind , Sh. Kindness is for maidens meet . Ph. Methinks Love is an idle toy , Sh. Hey ho , hey ho , busie pain , Ph. Both wit and sense it doth annoy , ●h . Both wit and sense thereby we gain : Am. Tush Phillis , cease , be not so coy , Ph. Hey ho , hey ho , my disdain ! Am. I know you Love a Shepherds Boy , Sh. Fye on that woman so can feign . Ph. Well , Amarillis , now I yield , Sh. Shepherd sweetly pipe aloud , Ph. Love conquers both in town and field , Sh. Like a Tyrant fierce and proud : Am. The Evening-star is up we see , Sh. Vesper shines , we must away , Ph. Would every Lady would agree , Sh. So we endour Round-delay . 2. Of Patient Grissel and a Noble Marquess , Tune is , The Brides Good morrow . A Noble Marquess as he did ride a hunting , hard by a River side , A proper Maiden as she did sit a spinning , his gentle eye espy'd : ●ost fair and lovely , and of comely grace was she , although in simple attire , She sang most sweet with pleasant voice melodi-ously , which set the Lords heart on fire , The more he look● the more he might , Beauty bred his hearts delight , and to this dainty Damosel he went : God speed ( quoth he ) thou famous flower , fair Mistris of this homely Bower , where love & vertue lives with sweet content . With comely gesture , & mod●st fine behaviour , she had him welcome then , She entertain'd him in faithful friendship manner and all his Gentlemen : The Noble Marquess in his heart felt such fla●● which set his seases all at strife ; Quoth he , fair Maiden , shew me soon what is th● na●e I mean to take thee to my wife● Grissel is my name , quoth she , For unfit for your degree , a silly Maiden and of Parents poor : Nay Grissel , thou art rich he said , A vertuous , fair , and comely Maid , grant me thy love , and I will ask no more At length she consented , & being ●oth con●ented , they married were with speed ; Her country russet was t●r● ? 〈◊〉 silk and 〈◊〉 as to her state agreed : And when that she was trinity tyrd● in the shine , her beauty shined most bright ; Far staming every other brave & 〈…〉 that did appear in her sight : Many env●●d her theref●re , Because she 〈…〉 and ' 〈…〉 you great ●ti●e old 〈◊〉 Some said th●● , and 〈…〉 that , Some did call her Beggers brat , and to her Lord they would 〈◊〉 ●ispraise . ● noble Ma●qu●s●●i●th they 〈…〉 wrong thus basely for to wed ; That might have gotten an honourable Lady , into your Princely Bed : ●ho will not now your noble issue still deri●e , which shall be hereafter born ; That are of blood so base by the Mothers side , the which will bring them to scorn . But her therefore quite away , Take to you a Lady gay , whereby your Linage may renowned be ; Thus every day they seem'd to prate , That mali●'d Grissels good estate , who took all this most mild and patiently . When that the Marquess did see that they ●er● bent thus against his faithful wife , Who most dearly , tenderly , and intirely , he loved as his life : ●inding in secret for to prove her patient heart , thereby her foes to disgrace ; Thinking to play a hard discourteous part , that men might pitty her case : Great with child this Lady was , And at length it came to pass , two goodly Children at one birth she had ; A Son and Daughter God had sent , Which did their Father well content , and which did make their Mothers heart 〈◊〉 glad . Great Royal feasting , were at these Childrens Christning , and Princely triumph made , Six weeks together , all Nobles that came thither were entertain'd and staid : And , when that all these pleasant sportings quite were done , the Marquess a Messenger sent , For his young daughter , & his pritty smilling son declaring his full intent : Now that th● Babes must ●●●thered be , For so the Marquess did decree , come let me have the Children he said , With that fair Grissel wept f●ll sore , She wrung her hands and said no more , my gracious Lord must have his will obey'd . She took the Babies , from the nursing Ladies , between her tender arms , She often wishes , with many sorrowful kisses , that she might help their h●●●s Farewel , quoth ●●e , my Children dear , never shall I see you again , 'T is long of me , your sad & wo●● mother dear , for whose sake you must 〈◊〉 Had I been born of Royal 〈◊〉 , You might have liv'd in happy 〈◊〉 , but now you must dye for my unworthiness . Come messenger of Death , 〈◊〉 Take my despised Babes to thee , and to their Father my complained express . He took the Children , and to his Noble Master he brought them forth with speed ; Who secretly sent them unto a Noble Lady , to be nurst up indeed : Then to fair Grissel with a heavy heart he goes , where she sat mildly all alone , A pleasant gesture and a lovely look the shews , as if grief she had never known : ( 〈◊〉 he ) my Children now are 〈◊〉 , What thinks fair Grissel of the same sweet Grissel now declare thy 〈◊〉 me , Sith you my Lord are pleas'd with it , 〈◊〉 Grissel 〈…〉 both I and 〈…〉 My Nobles 〈◊〉 , fair Grissel at thy honour and I no joy can have ; Till thou be 〈…〉 as they unjustly 〈◊〉 : Thou must be 〈◊〉 out of the 〈◊〉 Garments , and as thou came●● to me , ●n homely gray , 〈…〉 now all thy cloathing must be My Lady 〈…〉 Nor I thy Lord 〈…〉 the poorest life must now content thy mind ; A Great to thee I may not give , Thee to maintain while I do live , against my Grissel such great foes I find . When gentle Grissel heard these woeful tydings the tears stood in her eyes ; She nothing said , no words of discontentment did from her lips arise : Her velvet Gown most patiently she stript off , her Girdle of Silk of the same ; Her russet gown was brought again with many a scoff , to bear them all her self did frame : When she was drest in this array , And ready was to part away , God send long life unto my Lord , quoth she ; Let no offence he sound in this , to give my Lord a parting kiss ; with watry eyes , farewel my dear , quoth he . From stately Pallace unto her Fathers Cottage poor Grissel now is gone ; Full fifteen winters she liv'd there contented , no wrong she thought upon : And at that time through all the land the speeches went , the Marquess should married be Unto a Noble Lady of high descent , and to the same all parties did agree : The Marquess sent for Grissel fair , The Brides Bed-chamber to prepare , that nothing should therein he found awry : The Bride was with her Brother come , Which was great joy to all and some , and Grissel took all this most patiently . And in the morning when that they should be wedded her patience now was try'd , Grissel was charged , in Princely manner , for to attire the Bride : ●ost willingly she gave consent unto the same , the Bride in her bravery was drest , And presently the noble Marquess thither came , with all the Ladies at his request : Oh Grissel I would ask be thee , ●● to this Match thou would'& agree , methinks thy looks 〈◊〉 wared wondrous coy : ●●ith that they all began to smile , And Grissel she replies the while , God send Lord Marquess many years of joy . The Marquess was moved , to see his best beloved thus patient in distress , ●● stept unto her , and by the hand he took her , these words he did express : ●●u art the bride , & all the brides I mean to have these two thy own Children be , 〈◊〉 youthful Lady on her knees did blessing crave , the Brother as willing as she : And you that envy her estate , Whom I have made my loving Mate , now blu●● for shame , and honor vertusus life : The Chronicles of lasting fame , Shall evermore 〈…〉 of Patient Grissel my most constant wife . FINIS . A pleasant Dialogue between plain Truth , and blind Ignorance . Truth GD speed you aged Father 〈…〉 What is 〈…〉 so sadly he●● you stay : And that you keep such 〈◊〉 on this decayed place ; The which for Superstition , good Princes down did raze . Ignorance . I hill tell thee by my vazen , that ●omtimes she have known , A vair and goodly Abbey , stand here of Brick and Stone , And many holy ●rier , as ich may zay to thee : Within these goodly Cloysters , che did vull often zee . Truth . Then I must tell thee , Father , in truth and verity ; A sort of greater , Hypocrites , thou could'st not likely see : Deceiving of the simple , with false and feigned lies ; But such an order truly , Christ did never devise . Ignorance . Ah , ah , che zmell thee now man , che know well what thou art ; A vellow of new Learning , che wis not worth a vart : Nor when we had the old Law , a merry world was then ; And every thing was plenty , among all zorts of men . Truth . Thou givest me an answer , as did the Jews sometimes , Unto the Prophet Jeremy , when he accus'd their crimes : 'T was merry ( said the people ) and joyful in our Realm , Which did offer Spice Cakes unto the Queen of Heaven . Ignorance . 〈◊〉 tell thee what good vellow , before the Vicars went hence , A Bushell of the best Wheat , was zould for vourteen pence : And vorty Eggs a penny , that were both good and new ; And this zhe zay my zelf have zeen , and yet ich am no Jew . Truth . Within the sacred Bible , we find it written plain ; The latter days should troublesome and dangerous be certain : That we should be self lovers , and Charity war cold , Then 't is not true Religion that makes the grief to hold . Ignorance . I hill tell thee my opinion plain , and choul that well ye knew ; Ich care not for the Bible Book , 't is too big to be true : Our blessed Ladies Psalter , zhall for my Money go ; Zuch pritty Prayers as there be , the Bible cannot zhew . Truth . Now hast thou spoken truly , for in that Book indeed , No mention of our Lady , or Romish Saint we read : For by the blessed Spirit , that Book indited was , And not by simple Persons , as is the foolish Mass. Ignorance . C ham zure they are not voolish , that made the Pass the trow ; Why man ? 't is all in Latine , and Vools no Latine know : Here not our Wathers wise men , and they did like it well ? Who very much rejoyced to hear the zoering Bell. Truth . But many Kings and Prophets , as I may say to thee ; Have wisht the Light that you have , and could it never see . For what art thou the better , a Latine Song to hear ; And understandest nothing , that they sing in the Quire : Ignorance . O hold thy peace , che pray thee , the noise was passing tr●● ; To hear the Uriers zinging , as we did enter in : And then to see the Roodlo●● zo bravely zet with Zain●● And now to zee them wandring , my heart with zorrow●●●nce . Truth . The Lord did give Commandment no Image thou 〈…〉 Nor that unto 〈◊〉 you should your self 〈◊〉 The Golden Cale of Israel , Moses did therefore 〈◊〉 And Baals Priests and 〈◊〉 , he brought to utter foil . Ignorance . But our Lady of Walsingham , was a pure and holy 〈◊〉 And many men in Pilgrimage , did shew to her Complaint : Yea zweet Thomas Becket and many others more , The Holy Maid of Kent 〈◊〉 did many wonders zhew zor . Truth . Such Saints are well agreeing , to your profession sure ; And to the men that made them , so precious and pure : The one was found a Traytor , and judged worthy death The other eke for Treason ; did end his hateful breath . Ignorance . Yea , yea , it is no matter , dispraise them how you will ; But 〈◊〉 they did much goodness , when they were with ●s still : We had our Holy water , and Holy Bread likewise , And many Holy Reliques , we zay before our eyes . Truth . And all this while they 〈◊〉 , with vain and sundry shows , Which never Christ commanded , as learned Doctors knows : Search then the Holy Scriptures , and thou shalt plainly se● , That headlong to damnation , they always trained th●e : Ignorance . If it be true good vellow , as thou dost zay to me ; Then to my Zabiour Iesus , alone then will I flye : Believing in the Gospel , and passion of his Zon , And with the zubtile Papists , ich for ever done . FINIS . 3. The overthrow of proud Holofornes and the Triumph of vertuous Queen Iudith . WHen King Nebuchadnezzar was puffed up with pride ; We sent forth many men of War , by Holofornes guide : To plague and spoil the world throughout , by fierce Bellona's Rod , That would not fear and honour him , and acknowledge him their God. Which when the Holy Israelites did truly understand , For to prevent his tyranny , they fortisied their Land : Their Towns and stately Cities strong , they did with Victuals store ; Their warlike Weapons they prepar'd , their furious Foe to gore . When stately Holofornes then , had knowledge of that thing , That they had thus prepar'd themselves , for to withstand the King : Quoth he , what God is able now , to keep these men from me ? Is there a greater then our King , whom all men fear to see ? Come march with me , therefore he said , my Captains every one ; And first unto Bethulia , with speed let us be gone : I will destroy each Mothers Son that is within the Land ; Their God shall not deliver them , out of my furious hand . Wherefore about Bethulia , that little City then ; On foot he planted up and down , an hundred thousand men : Twelve t●ousand more on Horses brave about the Town had he ▪ He stopt their springs and water-pipes , to work their misery . When four and thirty days they had , with wars besieged been ; The poor Bethulians at that time , so thirsty then were seen : That they were like to starve and dye , they were both weak and faint , The People against the Rulers cry , and thus was their Complaint . Better it is for us , quoth they , to yield unto our Foe , Then by this great and grievous thirst , to be destroyed so : O render up the Town therefore , we are forsaken quite : There is no means to escape these hands , who might escape their might ? When as their grievous Rulers heard , the Clamours which they made ▪ Good people be content , said they , and be no whit dismaid : Yet five days stay in hope of health , God will regard your woe ; But if by then , no succour come , we 'l yield unto our Foe . When Judith ( prudent Princely Dame ) had tydings of this thing ; Which was Manasses beautous ●osse , that sometimes was their King ; Why tempt ye God so sore , she said , before all men this day ; Whom mortal men in Conscience ought , to fear and eke obey ? If you will grant me leave , quoth she , to pass abroad this night , To Holofornes I will go , for all his furious might : But what I there intend to do , enquire not now of me , Go then in peace , fait Dame , they said , and God be still with thee . When she from them was gotten ●ome , within her Pallace Gate , She called to her the chiefest Maid , that on her then did wait : Bring me my best attire , quoth she , and Iewels of fine Gold , And wash me with the finest Balmes , that are of Silver sold. The fairest and the richest Robe , that then she did possess ; Upon her dainty Corps she put , and eke her Hair did dress , With costly Pearls , and precious Stones , and Ear-rings of fine Gold ; That like an Angel she did seem , most sweet for to behold . A Pot of sweet and pleasant Oyl , she took with her that time ; A Bag of Figs , and fine Wheat flower , a Bottle of ●ne Wine ; Because she would not eat with them , that woriship Gods of Stone , And from the City thus she went , with one poor maid alone . Much ground alas , she had not gone , out of her own City ; But that the Centinels espy'd , a woman wondrous pritty : From whence came you fair Maid , quoth they , and where walk you so late ? From yonder Town , good sir , quoth she , unto your Lord of high estate . When they did mark and view her well , and saw her fair beauty ; And therewithal her rich array , so gorgeous to the eye : They were amazed in their minds , so fair a Dame to see ; They set her in a Chariot then , in place of high degree . An hundred proper chosen men , they did appoint likewise ; To wait on Princely Judith there , whose beauty clear'd their eyes : And all the Souldiers running came , to view her , as she went ; And thus with her they past along , unto the Generals Tent. Then came this stately Guard in haste , fair Judith for to me●t ; And to their high renowned Lord , they brought this Lady sweet : And then before his Honour , upon her knee she fell ; Her beauty bright made him to muse , so far she did excell . Rise up Renowned Dame , quoth he , the glory of thy kind , And be no whit adasht at all , to shew me thy mind : UUhen she had uttered her intent , her wit amaz'd them all , And Holoforness therewith , by love was brought in thrall . And bearing in his lofty breast , the flames of hot desire , He granted every thing to her , she did of him require : Each night therefore he gave ●er 〈◊〉 , to walk abroad to pray : According to her own request , which she had made that day . UUhen she in Camp had three days been , near Holofornes Tent , His chiefest friend Lord treasurer , unto her then he sent : Fair Dame , quoth he , my Lord commands this Night your Company , Quoth she , I will not my Lord in any thing deny . A very great and sumtuous Feast , did Holofornes make , Amongst the Lords and 〈◊〉 〈…〉 Iudiths 〈◊〉 ▪ But of their dainties in 〈…〉 would pleasant Iudith take ▪ ●et Holofornes merry 〈◊〉 so near him she was 〈◊〉 And being very pleas●●●ly , disposed at that 〈◊〉 Ye drunk with them 〈…〉 , of strong 〈…〉 So that his strength 〈…〉 , so far from 〈…〉 They laid him down , and Judith their was brought unto his Bed. When all the Doors about were s●ut , and every one was 〈◊〉 Hard by the Pillow of his 〈◊〉 , his Sword 〈…〉 dawn : Then down she took 〈…〉 to 〈…〉 ; She cut his Head from 〈…〉 quite , and gave it to her Maid . The rich and Golden Canopy , that hung ●●er his Bed ; She took the same with her likewise ▪ with Holofornes Head : And thus through all the Court of Guards , she escap'd clean away ; None did her stay , thinking that she had gone forth to pray . When she had past , escap'd quite the danger of them all , And that she was come , near unto the siedged Cities wall ▪ Come open me the Gates , quoth she , our Foe the Lord hath slain ; See here his Head within my hand , that bore so great a Fame . Upon a Pole they pifcht his Head , that all men might it spy ; And o're the City wall forthwith , they set it presently : Then all the Souldiers in the town , marcht forth in rich Array ; But sure their Foes spy'd their approach , for 't was at break of day . Then running hastily to call , their General out of Bed ; They found his liveless Body there , but clean without a head : UUhen this was known , all in amaze , they fled away each man ; They left their tents full rich behind , and so away they ran . ●o here , behold , how God provides , for them that in him trust ; UUhen earthly hope is all in vain , he takes us from the dust : How often hath our Judith sav'd and kept us from decay ; Sainst Holofornes and Pope , as may he seen this day . FINIS . 5. A Princely Ditty , in praise of the English ROSE . Translated out of French. AMongst the Princely Paragons , Bedeckt with dainty Diamonds ; UUithin my eye , none doth come nigh , the sweet Red Rose of England : The Lillies pass in bravery , In Flanders , Spain , and Italy ; But yet the famous flower of France , doth honour the Rose of England . A s I abroad was walking , I heard the small Birds ●●l king : And every one did frau● her s●ng , in praise of the Rose of England . The Lillies , &c. Caesar may vaunt of Histories , and Croesus of his happiness But he were blest , that may hear in his breast , the sweet Red Rose of England , The Lillies , &c. The bravest Lute bring hither , And let us sing together : Whilst I do ring on every string , the praise of the Rose of England . The Lillies , &c. The sweet perfumes and Spices , The Wise-men brought to Jesus : Did never smell a quarter so well , as doth the Rose of England . The Lillies , &c. Then fair and Princely Flower , That ever my heart doth power : None may be compared to thee , which art the fair Rose of England . The Lillies , &c. 6. A Communication between Fancy and desire . COme hither ●hepherds Swain , Sir , what do you require● I pray thee shew thy Name , my name is fond Dellre . When wast thou ●ors● , Desire ● in pomp and pride of May , By whom ( sweet Child ) wast thou 〈◊〉 ? of fond Conceit men say . Tell me , who was thy Nurse ? sweet Youth , and sugre● joys , What was thy Meat and dainty Food ? sad sighs and great A●noys . What had'st thou for to Drink ? unsavory Lovers teares , What Cradle wast thou rocked in ? in Love devoid of fears . What lull'd thee then asleep ? sweet Speech , which likes me best , Tell me where is thy dwelling place ? in gentle Hearts I rest . What thing doth please thee most ? to gaze on beauty still : UUhom dost thou think to be thy Foe ? disdain of thy good-will . Doth Company displease , ye sure , many a one ; UUhere doth desire delight to live ? he loves to live alone : Doth either time or Age , bring him into decay ? No , no , Desire both lives and dyes , ten thousand times a day . Then fond Desires farewel , thou art no meat for me ; I would loath to dwell , with such a one as thee . FINIS . THE THIRD PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL . Song . 1. A Maids Choice , 'twixt Age and Youth . CRabbed Age and Youth , cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasure , Age is full of care : Youth 's like Summers morn , Age like winters weather , Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short ; Youth is wild , and Age is lame : Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold , Youth is wild , and Age is tame ; Age I do abhor thee , Youth I do adore thee , O my Love , my Lord is Young , Age I do defie thee , O sweet Shepherd hye thee , for methinks thou stay'st too long . Here I do attend , arm'd by love and pleasure : UUith my youthful Friend , joyful for to meet : 〈…〉 , for my onely treasure , Genus sugred habit , fancy dainty sweet : Like a loveing wife , So lead I my life , thirsting for my hearts desire : Come sweet Youth , I pray Away Old Man , away , thou canst not give what I require : For Old Age I care not , Come my love and spare not , Age is Feeble , Youth is strong , Age I do defie thee , O sweet Shepherd hye thee , for methinks thou stay ? & too long . Phaebus stay thy Steeds over-swift running ; Drive not on so fast , bright resplendant Sun : For fair Dapnes sake , now express thy running : Pitty on me take , else I am undone ; Your hours swift of flight , That waste with Titans sight , and so consu●ie the chearful ●oy ; O stay a while with me , Till I my Love may see ; O Youth thou dost so long delay : Time will over slip us , And in pleasure trip us : come away therefore with 〈◊〉 : I would not lose an hour , For fair Londons Tower , Genus therefore help my 〈◊〉 Flora's Banks are spread , in their rich attire , With their dainty Uiolet , and the Pri●●rose sweet : Dazies white and red , fitting Youths desire , Whereby the Daffadilly , and the Cowslip meet : All for youths de●ire , Their fresh Colours move , in the Meadows green an● 〈◊〉 : The Birds with sweeter Ro●ts ▪ Do strain their pritty throats , to entertain my love this way . I with twenty wishes , And an hundred kisses , would receive him by the hand : If he gave not me a fall , I would him Coward call , and all unto my word would stand . Lo where he appears , like young Adonis , Ready to set on fire , the chasest heart alive , Jewel of my life , welcome where thine own is : Pleasant are thy looks , sorrows to deprive ; Embrasing thy Darling Dear , Without all doubtful fear ; on thy command I wholly rest , Do what thou wilt to me , Therein I agree , and be not strange to my request : To Youth I only yield , Age fits not Venus field : though I be conquered what care I , In such a pleasant war , Come meet me if you dare , who first mislikes , let them cry . FINIS . AS you came from the Holy Land , of Walsingham ; Met you not with my true Love , by the way as you came ? How should I know your true Love , that have met many a one ; As I came from the Holy Land , that have come , that have gone . She is neither white nor Brown , but as the Heavens fair ; There is none hath a Form so Divine , on the Earth , in the Air : Such a one did I meet ( good sir ) with Angel-like Face ; UUho like a Queen did appear ; in her Gate , in her Grace . She hath left me here all alone , all alone and unknown , UUho sometimes lov'd me as her life , and called me her own : UUhat's the cause she hath left thee alone , . and a new way doth take , That sometime did love thee as her self , and her joy did thee make ? I loved her all my youth , but now am Old as you see , Love liketh not the Falling Fruit , nor the withered tree : For Love is ● careless Child , and forgets Promise past ; He is blind , he is not deaf , when he 〈◊〉 , and in Faith never fast . For love is a great delight , And yet a tru●●less joy , he is won with a word of Despair ; And is lost with a Ioy● such is the Love of Women-kind : Or the word ( Love ) abused , Under which many childish desires , and Conceits are excused . But Love is a durable fire , in the mind ever burning ; Never Sick , never Dead , never Cold , from it self never turning . 4. The Winning of Cales . LOng had the proud Spaniard , advanced to conquer us , Threatning our Country with Fire and Sword : Often preparing their Navy most sumptuous , With all the Provision that Spain could afford : Dub , a dub , dub , thus strikes the Drums , Tan-ta-ra-ra , tan-ta-ra-ra , English men comes . To the Seas presently , went our Lord admiral ; With Knights Couragious , and Captains full good : The Earl of Essex , a prosperous General , With him prepared , to pass the Salt Flood . Dub , a dub , &c. At Plymouth speedily , took their Ships ●●tiantiy ; Braver Ships never were seen under sail : With their fair Colours spread , and Streams o're their head ; Now braging Spaniards take heed of your Tayl. Dub , a dub , &c. Unto Cales runningly , came we most happily ; UUhere the King's Ruby , did secretly Ride , Being upon their backs , pierceing their Buts of Sack E're that the Spaniard our coming discry'd : Tan ta-ra-ra-ra , English-men tymes ; bounce-abounce , bounce-abounce ; Off went the Guns . Great was the crying , running and riding ; UUhich at that season was made in that place : Then Beacons was fired , as need was required , To hide their great treasure , they had little space : Alas they cryed English-men comes . There you might see the Ships , how they were fired fast ; And how the men drowned themselves in the Sea : That you might hear them cry , wail and weep piteously , UUhen as they saw no shift , to escape thence away : Dub a dub , &c. The great Saint Phillip , the pride of the Spaniards ▪ UUas burnt to the bottom , and sunk into the Sea : But the Saint Andrew , and eke the Saint Matthew , UUe took in Fight manfully , and brought them away : Dub a dub , &c. The Earl of Essex , most Ualiant and hardy , UUith Horse-men and Foot-men , marcht towards the Town The enemies which saw them , full greatly affrighted ; Did fly for their Safe-guard , and burst not come down : Dub a dub , &c. Now quoth the Noble Earl , Courage my Souldiers all , Fight and he Ualiant , the spoyl you shall have : And well rewarded all , from the great to the 〈◊〉 ▪ But look that the Women and Children you save . Dub , a dub , &c. The Spaniards at that 〈◊〉 , Saw 't was in vain to 〈◊〉 , Hung up their Flags of 〈◊〉 yielding up the town We marcht in presently , decking the Walls on hi●● With our English Colours , which purchased Renown . Dub , a dub , &c. Entring the 〈…〉 of the ●ichest men , For Gold and trea●●●● we searched each day ; In some places we 〈…〉 , ●yes baking in the 〈◊〉 Meat at the fire Roasting , and men ran away . Dub , a dub , &c. Full of rich Merchandize , every Shop we did se● , Damask and Sattins , and Velvet full fair : ●hich Souldiers measure out by the length of their Swo●ds Of all Commodities , and each one had a share , Dub a dub , &c. Thus Cales was taken , and our brave General M●rcht to the Market-place , there he did stand ; There many Prisoners of good account were took , Many crav'd Mercy , and mercy they found : Dub a dub , &c. When as our General , saw they delayed time , And would not ransom the Town as they said : With their fair Mains●ots , their Presses and Bed●●eads , Their Ioynt-stools and Tables , a fire we made ; And when the Town 〈◊〉 in a 〈◊〉 , With tan-ta-ra , tan-ta ar-rat : from thence we came . 4. Of King Edward the Third , and the fair Countess of Salisbury ; setting forth her constancy and endless glory . WHen as Edward the third did live , the valliant King ; David of Scotland to rebel , did then begin : The Town of Barwick suddenly , from us he won , And burnt Newcastle to the ground , thus strife begun : To Roxbury Castle marcht then , And by the force of warlike men , besieg'd therein a gallant fair Lady , While that her Husband was in France ; His Countries honour to advance , the Noble and Famous Earl of Salisbury . Brave Sir William Montague , rode then in haste , Who declared unto the King , the Scotish-mens ●oast : Who like a Lyon in a rage , did straightway prepare , For to deliver that fair Lady , from woful care : But when the Scotish-men did hear her say , Edward our King was come that d●y : they raised their siege and ran away with speed So when th●t he did 〈◊〉 come With warlike Trumpet , ●ife and ●rum , none but a gallant Lady did him meet . Who when he did with greedy eyes behold and see ; Her peerless beauty inthral'd his Majesty : And ever the longer that he lookt ; the more he might : For in her only beauty was his hearts delight . And humbly then upon her knees , She thankt his Royal Majesty , that he had driven danger from her gate : Lady , quoth he , stand up in peace , Although my war doth now encrease , Lord keep ( quoth she ) all hurt from ●our ●state Now is the King full sadin soul , and wots not why , And for the love of the fair Countess of Salisbury . She little knowing his cause of g●ief , did come to see , Wherefore his Highness sat alone so heavily , I have ●een wrong'd , fair Dame ( quoth he ) Since I came hithed unto th● ; no , God 〈◊〉 , my Sov●raign , she said , If I were worthy for to kn●w , The cause and ground of this your woe ; you should be helpt , if it did lye in me . Swear to perform thy word to me , thou Lady gay ; To thee the sorrows of my heart , I will bewray : I swear by all the Saints in Heaven , I will ( quoth she ) And let my Lord have no mistrust at all in me . Then take thy self a●●de , he said , For why , thy beauty hath betray'd ; Wounding a King with thy ●right shining eye , If thou ●● then some mercy show , Thou shalt expel a Princely woe : so shall I live , or else in sorrow ●ye . You have your 〈◊〉 , my ●overaign Lord , effectually ; Take all the leave that I can 〈◊〉 your Majesty , But on thy Beauty all my ioys have their above ; Take thou my Beauty from my face , my gracious Lord. Did'st thou not swear to grant my will , All that I may , I will ful●l : then for my love , let my true love be seen , My Lord your speech I might reprove , You cannot give to me your love , for that belongs unto your Queen . But I suppose your Grace did this , only to try , Whether a wanton Tale might tempt Dame Salisbury . Nor from your self therefore my Liege my steps do stray ; But from your wanton tempting Tale , I go my way : O turn again my Lady bright , Come unto me my hearts delight ; gone is the comfort of my ●ensive heart ; Yere comes the Earl of Warwick he , The Father of this fair Lady , my mind to him I mean for to impart . ●hy is my Lord and Soveraign King , so griev'd in mind ? Because that I have lost the thing I cannot find . What thing is that any gra●ious Lord which you have lost ? It is my 〈◊〉 which to near 〈◊〉 betwixt fire and frost ? Curst be that fire and frosttho , That caused this your Highness wo● : O Warwick ! thou 〈◊〉 wrong me very 〈◊〉 It is thy Daughter Noble Earl , That Heaven-bright-Lamp , that peerless Pearl , which kills my heart , yet do I her adore . If that be all ( my gracious King ) that works your grief , I will perswade the sco●nful Dame to yield relief : Never shall she my Daughter be , if she refuse , The Love and favour of a King , may her excuse : Thus 〈◊〉 Warwick went away , And quits contrary he did say , when as he did the beaut●ous Countess meet ; Well 〈◊〉 my Daughter ( quoth ●● ) A message I must do to thee , our Royal King most 〈…〉 thee gre●● . The King will dye , lest thou to him do grant thy love ; To love , my Husband love I would remove . It is right Charity to love my Daughter dear , But no true love , so charitable , for to appear : His Greatness may hear out the shame , But his kingdom cannot buy out the blame , he craves thy love , that may ●ereave thy life ; It is my duty to move this , But not thy honesty to yield , I wis , I mean to dye a true unspotted Wife . Now hast thou spoken my Daughter dear , as I would have ; Charity bears a Golden Name , unto the Grave : And when to thy wedded Lord thou provest untrue , Then let my bitter curses still , thy soul pursue : Then with a smiling chear go thou , As right and reason doth allow , yet shew the King thou bearest no Strumpets mind I go dear Father , with a trice , And by a slight of sine device , I 'le cause the King confess that I am unkind , Here comes the Lady of my life , the King did say , My Father bids me Soveraign Lord , your will obey : And I consent , if you will gr●nt on● boon to me , I grant it thee , my Lady fair , what e'rest be . My Husband is alive you know , First let me kill him e're I go , and at your command I will ever be Thy Husband now in France doth rest , No , no , he lies within my breast ; and being so nigh , he will my fal●●od se● , With that she started from the King , and took her knife , And desperately she thought to rid , her self of life . The King he started from the Chai● , her hand to stay , O noble King , you have broke your word with me this day . Thou that not do this deed , quoth he , Then never I will lye with thee ; ●o , then live still , and let me bear the 〈◊〉 ; Live in honour and high estate , With thy true Lord and wedded mate , I never will attempt this suit again . 5. The Spanish Ladies love to an English Gentleman . WIll you hear a Spanish Lady , how she woo'o●m English-man , Garments gay , as rich as may be , deckt with jewels had she on : Of a comely countenance , and grace was ●he , And by Birth and Parentage , of high degree . As his prios●er there he kept her , in his hands her life did lye : Cupids hands did tye her faster , by the likeing of her eye , In his courteous company , was all her joy ; To favour him in anything , she was not coy . At the last there raine commandment , for to set the Ladies free ; With their Jewels still ado●ned , none to do thein injury : Alas then said the Lady gay , full woe is me ! O let me still sustain this kind captivity . Gallant Captain shew some pitty to a Lady in distress , Leave me not within the City for to dye in heaviness , Thou hast set this present day my body free : But my heart in prison strong , remains with thee . How should thou ( fair Lady ) love me , whom thou know'st thy Countries Foe , Thy fair words makes me sus●ect thee , Serpents are where flowers grow : All the evil I think to thee , most gracious Knight ; God grant unto my self the same may fully light . Blessed be the time and season , that you came on Spanish ground ; If you may our Foes be termed , gentle foes we have you found : With our Cities you have won , our hearts eath one ; Then to your Country bear away , that is your own . Rest you still ( most gallant Lady ) rest you still and weep no more ; Of fair Lovers there are plenty , Spain doth yield a wondrous store : Spaniards fraught with jealousse , we often find ; But English-men throughout the world are counted kind . Leave me not unto a Spaniard , you alone enjoy my heart ; I am lovely , young , and tender , Love is likewise my desert : Still to serve thee day and night , my mind is prest , The wife of every English-man is counted blest . It would be a shame , fair Lady , for to hear a woman hence , English Souldiers never carry and such without offence . I will quickly change my self , if it be so ; And like a Page I 'le follow thee , where e're thou go . I have neither Gold nor Silver , to maintain thee in this case , And to travel 't is great charges , as you know in every place . My Chains and Jewels every one , shall be thine own ; And eke five hundred pounds in Gold , that lies unknown . On the Seas are many dangers , many storms doth there arise ; Which will be to Ladies dreadful , and force tears from watry eyes : Well in worth , I could endure extremity ; For I could find in heart to lose my life for the● . Courteous Lady be contented , here comes all that breeds the ●●rise ; I in England have already , a sweet Woman to my wife : I will not falsifie my vow , for gold or gain , Nor yet for all the fairest Dames , that live in Spain . O how happy is that woman that enjoys so true a friend ; Many days of joy God send you , and of my suit I 'le make an end : Upon my knees I pardon crave , for this offence ; Which love and true affection , did first commence . Commend me to thy loving Lady , bear to her this Chain of Gold , And these Bracelets for a token , grieving that I was so hold : All my Jewels in like sort , bear thou with thee , For these are fitting for thy wife , and not for me . I will spend my days in prayer , Love and all her laws defies ; In a Nunnery will I shrew me , far from other Company : But e're my Prayers h●●e 〈◊〉 and , be sure of this ▪ To pray for thee and for thy love , I will not miss . Thus farewel gentle Captain , and farewel my hearts concent , Count not Spanish Ladies wanton , though to thee my love was bent : Joy and true prosperity , go still with thee ; The like fall ever to thy share , most fair Lady . 9. A Farewel to Love. FArewel false Love , the Oracle of lies , a mortal foe , an enemy to rest , An envious Boy , from whence great cares arise , A bastard vile , a beast with age possest : A way for errour , a tempest full of treason , In all respects contrary unto reason . A poysoned Serpent cover'd all with flowers , Mother of sighs , and Murtherers of repose ; A sea of sorrows , whence run all such showers : As moisture gives to every grie●● that grows : A school of guile , a nest of deep deceit : A Golden hook that holds a poysoned 〈◊〉 A Fortress field , whom reason did defend , A Syrens song , a server of the mind ; A Maze wherein affections find no end , A raining cloud , that runs before the wind : A Substance like the shaddow of the Sun , A Cole of grief , for which the wisest run : A quenchless fire , a rest of trembling fear , A path that leads to peril and mishap , A true retread of sorrow and despair , An idle Boy , that sleeps in pleasures lap : A deep mistrust of that which certain seems , A hope of that which reason doubtful deems . Then sith thy reign my younger years betray'd , And for my Faith , Ingratitude I find ; And such repentance hath the wrong bewray'd , Whose crooked cause hath not been after kind : False love go back , and beauty frail adieu , Dead is the root from which such fancies grew . FINIS . The lover by his gifts thinks to conquer chastity And with his gifts sends these verses to his lady . What face so fair , that is not crackt with gold ? What wit so worth that hath in gold his wonder ? What learning but with golden lines doth hold ? what state so high , but gold could lying it under , What thought so sweet , but Gold doth better seafo● , And what rule better then the golden reason ? The ground was fat that yields the golden fruit The study high that sets the golden state : The labour sweet that gets the golden suit : The reckoning rich that scorns the Golden rate : The love is sure that golden hoxe doth hold , And rich again , that serves the God of Gold. FINIS . The Womans Answer . Foul is the face whose beauty gold can raft , Worthless the wit that hath gold in her wonder ; Unlearned lines , puts gold in Honours place , Wicked the state that will to coin come under : Base the Conceit that seasoned is with Gold , And Beggers rule that such a reason hold . Earth gives the gold , but Heaven gives greater grace , Men study wealth , but Angels wisdom raise ; Labour seeks peace , love hath an higher place , Death makes the reckoning , life is all my race : The hope is here , my hope of heaven doth hald , God give me grace , let Dives dye with gold . FINIS . 
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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Love poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. English poetry -- Early works to 1800. 2003-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-12 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-02 Amanda Watson Sampled and proofread 2004-02 Amanda Watson Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-04 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion POEMS , SONGS AND Love-Verses , Upon several Subjects . By Matthew Coppinger Gent. LONDON , Printed for R. Bentley , and M. Magnes , in Russel street , in Covent-Garden , 1682. TO HER GRACE THE DUTCHESS OF Portsmouth . MAdam , it is but just , since you receive All the Delights our Soveraign can give , That we ; in gratitude unto our King , Shou'd to your Highness bring an Offering . For we by Duty are oblig'd to Prize Those that are Gracious in our Princes Eyes , As well as hate his greatest Enemies . Accept this also , Madam , sent to you , Both as Your Merit , and Your Beauties due ; Which to You not the least of Glory brings , Having by it subdu'd the best of Kings . And now Your Country may Precedence claim , Since You have gave it such a lasting Fame ; Greece , Helen ; England , Rosamond did boast , But France You henceforth will Glory most ; For by Your conqu'ring Eyes You have made known The Monarchy of Beauty is Your own . You are the Darling of my King , His Pleasure , His Indies of incomparable Treasure ; That precious Gem , who from your Country came , Too narrow for the Limits of Your Fame , Into the Bosom of a King who knows What 't is for to deserve , and to dispose . But stay , my Muse , no Sacrilegious Eye Shou'd dare be so Prophane , as once to pry In Princes Actions ; they like Gods appear , And never move in any common Sphere : We shou'd from their Concerns our selves retire , And what we understand not well , admire . Your Pardon , Madam , if my zealous Passion Has err'd beyond the Rules of Dedication ; And if so high and rare a Contemplation Shou'd fly beyond all bounds of Limitation , And on Dedalian Wings shou'd dare to pry Too near the Beams of Sacred Majesty ; Since my Ambition for your Service may Make me speak more than others dare to say . Then prostrate at your Feet I now lay down This Infant Book , which may deserve your Frown ; But hopes a better Fate , since the intent Was good , and only for your Service meant . Which if you view but with a pleasing Eye , It will presage such a Felicity , That all the Frowns of Fortune , and the rage Of time shall want a Power to engage . Your Highnesses Most humble and devoted Servant , Matthew Coppinger . TO THE READER . TILL this minute I was in doubt whether or no I should afford you an Epistle , being as indifferent whether you take the pains to read it , as you are to go to the cost to buy my Book . It was design'd for my own Pleasure , ( being the rellicts of some Idle hours ) wherein though I have borrowed the name of Clelia , I wou'd not have you think I do it as your Epigrammists do , only to sill up my Verse , or to invoke an unknown Deity ; but that I veil'd my Ambition under it , not daring to name a Person whose Quallity and Merit did so far exceed all my pretentions , that it had been a sin as great as my Ambition , to have once but mentioned her name , and to have expos'd it to the publick view . And as for what else you find contain'd in this slender Vollumn , if you think it worth your time to give it the perusal , you will find I took more care to please my self , than you . Your Friend , M. C. POEMS . On Clelia's Garden . O Garden , unto me more blest Than the Elizian Fields , possest By happy Lovers ; and more Fair Than the Hesper'an Orchards are , Which all in Golden Metal shine , With Boughs , and Leaves , and Fruit Divine ; Such Paradise it self might be , In its first virent Purity ; On which the Heavens did then dispence An incorrupted Influence . Here grow no Dodan Oaks , nor Pines , Nor Elm-inamour'd clasping Vines , No Paphian Myrtle , nor the Bays , Nor Lawrel binding Phoebus Rays : No Cedar , nor the pleasant Palm , No Poplar dropping precious Balm . Such Ornaments are far too mean In Clelia's Garden to be seen Within these Walks are neither set The Couslip , or the Violet . No Dary , nor Narcissus grows , No Tulip , nor the fragrant Rose , No Marigold , nor running Vine , Of the embracing Cullumbine . Here is no Alabaster Font , With Sea-green Tryton carved on 't , Nor yet Arion , to bestride The sporting Dolphins watery side ; Nor Neptune riding on the main , Whose Hand a Trident does sustain . No Silver Stream here glides along , Bearing the Goose , or Princely Swan ; Nor yet through pleasant Shades displays Its murm'ring Streams a hundred ways . Here 's no Colossus to bestride The fronting Walks from side to side : Nor any Statues that surpass , Of sollid Marble , or of Brass . These and the like may such delight , VVhose Eyes can't bare a better sight . The Airy Nation sing not here , But gladly lend a list'ning Ear. The chattering Pye ( if here ) grows dumb , And prating Parrats Note is done . Domestick Robin nought can say , Not does its chat avail the pay . The Goldsinch , Linnet , and the Thrush , Confine themselves unto their Bush ; And for their silence you may swear , They mute Pythagoreans are ; And Philomel is here affraid Tereus with Incest to upbraid . Now some , perchance , may ask me where My Gardens excellencies are , To which no other may compare ? I answer thus ; The shady Trees , Whose spreading branches some may please , My Clelia's presence doth supply , Who may with Art and Nature vie . For when she please for to unfold Her braided Tresses , to behold , You 'd guess it for a Grove of Gold ; But that her Eyes such Lustre make , That any one may well mistake , And think it Paradise , and she The Guardian Angel of the Tree . Upon her Princely Forehead , there The the azure Veins so clear appear , In such a rich composure set , As far exceed the Violet . But when she please for to disclose . Her blushing Cheeks , the new blown Rose For shame into its bud doth close , Not once presuming for to vie , With such a pure Vermillion Dye . Her Skin so rare a White does show , As may lend Beauty to the Snow . The paler Lillies close do stand , To steal some whiteness from her Hand . Her clasping Arms ( O Charms Divine ! ) Do far excel the Cullumbine ; VVithin whose close embraces are Two Virgn Fonts , so lovely fair , That every drop which flows from thence , Such Sov'raign Vertue will dispence , As might ( if such a thing could be ) Cloath us with Immortality . But when she please to touch her Lyre , Or with her Voice our Souls Inspire , The gen'ral Choire of Birds will be Ravisht with such a Harmony . The Angels too , that turn the Spheres , VVou'd to her Anthems lend their Ears . This is the Eden of my Pleasure , The Indies of my choicest Treasure ; The Venus of my Love and State , And the Sole Ruler of my Fate . The Inquest . WHere 's absent Clelia ? VVhere are those Eyes , That steal away My Heart in Play , And over it so strangely Tyrannize ? I thought I had been free ; But looking round , Alas for me ! I nought cou'd see , Yet found my self in Fetters closely bound . I laid me down to rest ; And yet my mind Was still opprest , And in my Breast I did a hundred thousand torments find . I walk'd the City round , In search of ease ; But nothing found On which to ground A hope of Remedy for my Disease . Into the Countrey streight I made repair , To mittigate My cruel Fate , But I found nothing there , but sad Despair . I view'd the Arched Skie , And foaming Sea , The first too high For me to flye , And t'other deep , as is my Misery . I cou'd not tell what course Or way to Steer ; Or by what force To gain Remorse , And ease my Heart of this my cruel fear . At last my Clelia came , O blest Reprieve ! And ceas'd to blame My ardent Flame ; And for her sake commanded me to live . What happiness was this , To one as lost ? O who cou'd wish So great a Bliss , Half starv'd at Sea , to gain so blest a Coast ? To the King's Majesty . IF that this Book , without Command , May chance ( Great Sir ) to kiss your Hand , Vouchsafe one smile , my bashful Muse Will then grow bold , no more refuse To bear Loves Standard , and desie All force , but from a Female Eye . The vigorous God of Love dares say , That Mighty Kings his Power obey ; And that his force is felt by all , The Rich , the Poor , the Great , the Small , None are exempt , he conquers all . The Gods themselves his Vassals be ; Apollo's Love became his Tree . Iove was a Bull , although Divine ; And Pluto's Love was Proserpine . And you ( Dread Sir , ) more Great , we know Have felt the power of Cupid's Bow. And may you always in the Night , Be sill'd with Venus's delight ; And in the day have choice of Pleasure , Which may in sum out-vie your Treasure ; Which grant , O Heaven , so great may be , That one small Bag may come to me . A Song . COY Clelia , veil those Charming Eyes , From whose surprize there 's none can part ; For he that gazes , surely dyes , Or leaves behind a conquered Heart . I durst not once presume to look , Or cast my wary Eyes aside : But as a Boy that Cons his Book , Close sitting by his Masters side , Dares not presume to look awry , On Toys that catch the wand'ring sense ; So if I gaze , I surely die : Against those Charms there 's no defence . Thus Heathens at the Suns up-rise , Unto the Ground did bow their Head , Not able with their feeble Eyes To view their God they worshipped . Sent to Clelia . GO tell her that I love ; Yet have a special care Lest thou despair , Whilst thou dost strive to move , A Love whose happiness does fly so high , 'T is the next Mansion to Divinity . If she but ask thee where Thy Master lives or lies , Look on her sparkling Eyes , And boldly tell her there ; And that thy duty made thee come to find Him that by gazing left himself behind . If she desire to know Where first I saw her face ; Tell her the happy place To which my life I owe , Was in her Garden ; there I heard her sing , And with her Fingers touch the quav'ring String . Nor had thy Thracian Lyre , Orpheus , when thou didst play , More Power the Beasts to stay , Or Trees or Stones Inspire . Thy Auditors were sensless ones , but here Angels came list'ning from their Heavenly Sphere . If she in anger say , How durst he come so nigh , T' invade my privacy , When I my self retir'd away ? Tell her the Queen of Love brought me to see The full perfections of her Deity . Epig. 43. lib. 5. Martial . THe crafty Thief may rob thee of thy store , And greedy Flames thy Houshold Gods devour ; Thy Debtor Principal and Use deny ; In barren Fields , thy Corn that 's sown , may dye . Thy Steward , by his crafty Mistress spoil'd ; And laden Ships be in the Ocean foil'd : But what thou giv'st the Poor with liberal Hand , This Fortune can alone thy Power withstand . Omnia mutantur . MY Genius hurried by that haste Which brought the Universe to waste , And all things by its Power defac't , Compels me to reflect upon Past Ages , others coming on , By a swift Revolution . For by the eating Teeth of Time , There 's nought so noble , or sublime , But shall be turned into slime . The four great Monarchies that were So vast , as kept the World in fear , Their Exits past , and disappear . Cities so vast , that one may say , The Sun scarce view'd them in a day , Are nothing now , but heaps of Clay . Wonders , of which the World did boast , For their Magnificence and Cost , Are now in their own Ruins lost . All things are subject unto change , And into several orders range : Natures events are often strange . Yet Man , whose Glory 's but a shade , Oft-times his fancy does perswade That nothing can his Power invade . And yet their Honours quickly rust , And all their glorious Titles must Be mingled with the common dust . Their Pageant Pomp does fade away , And greatest Trophies soon decay , And Death the Victor turns to clay . Riches remain but for a Night , And e're the Morning take their flight , And leave the miserable Wight . Beauty decays much like a Flower , Which buds and spreads , and in an hour Th' Impartial Scythe doth it devour . That Beauty which e're-while might seem Enough to grace the Cyprian Queen , Is counted now of no esteem . When in her Glass fair Hellen spy'd Her Face , by Time so mortifi'd , Which was e're-while her chiefest pride , She weeping said unto her Glass , Is this the Beauty did surpass ? Tell me why I twice ravisht was . O Time , whose greedy Teeth devours The prime and glory of our Powers , And leav'st us what was none of ours ; VVho lay'st thy rav'nous hands on all , The Rich , the Poor , the great , the small ; None are secure untill they fall . VVhen will thy wanton lust have end ? Or till what date dost thou pretend These outrages thus to defend ? Thou need'st not answer ; for I know Thy furious course shall forward go , Till Heaven does Ne plus ultra show . Tempus edax rerum tuque invidiosa omnia distruitis , &c. An Epitaph on A. P. IF that Extortion , Fraud , and Strage , Lust , Envy , Rapine , in this Age May claim your Tears , I justly may Claim all the Tears that you can pay . For though the pious Hand of Death Has nimbly snatcht away my Breath , It had prevented him before , And Sin had made my Age fourscore . Say then , who-e're shall name my loss , Here lies extinct Misanthrópos . Senex Tempus Mors & Chorus . Sen. HAil ancient Brother , what is in thy mind , To count the Sand , and mow the whistling VVind ? Has age depriv'd thee of thy sense , to be The perfect Emblem of Foolery ? Come leave this madness , do as I have done , Cast thy old skin , and be agen as young As is Aurora at her first up-rise , Youthful by virtue of her Lovers Eyes . I am all Air , there 's not a part in me But has shook off it's dull Mortality ; Prithee go run and fetch me Charles his VVain , To hurry me o're the Celestial Plain . O Love , Love , Love , thy strong Medean Charms Has gave new strength and motion to my Arms. My Legs and Thighs are able to support The mighty Fabrick of Heavens starry Court. Temp. Are you in Love ? Sen. I am . Temp. With whom ; Sen. There stay ; One that wou'd make thee throw thy Scyth away , And break thy Glass , if thou shouldst chance to spie One of the smallest Cupids in her Eye : How then couldst thou resist united Charms , Which conquer Men and Gods with their Alarms ? But let that pass , sure I have seen before Thy Picture painted on a Usurers Door ; They call'd it Time. Temp. 'T is true , and I am he Until this day regarded not by thee , And something slightly now . Seest thou this Glass ? Thy Life and Sand in the same moment pass . Sen. Thou ly'st , base Slave , though Sixty years are run , Double their Number are as yet to come ; My active Blood runs quick , and every part Performs it's Duty round about my Heart : My strength at Thirty never was more great , Nor does one part fail of it's usual heat ; All pains and groans have now forsook the Stage , And like the Phoenix I 've renew'd my Age. Temp. Fond Man , thy present State is but a Breath , And lightsomness doth but foretel thy Death Just as a Lamp , when all the Oyl is spent , Gives the last farewel to it's nourishment . Mor. Here ends thy Labour , thy last Thred is spun , Embrace me silently now I am come . You seem to wonder , doating Age , I am Death , Come to demand this moment of thy Breath . How soon he 's gone ? how silently he lyes ? When I once come , in vain are all Replies ; No Charms can stay m'inexorable Hand , All Sexes bow the head when I command ; If I once strike , no Wards against my Blow , Youth , Beauty , Strength , and what are priz'd below , Are menial things , and here may please the Eye , But Vassals-like , desert their Lords , when I Do once appear ; in vain are Prayers or Tears , No sound of Mercy ever pierc't my Ears . Chor. Then happy he who leads a life so blest , That when thou com'st , thou only shalt devest Of Earthly dross , whose better part shall flye , A welcom present to the Deity ; There shall be lasting Pleasures to be found , That he shall thank the Hand that gave the wound . An Elegie on Mr. W. L. MEek , Kind , and Good , could I relate Our loss , and thy too sudden fate , I 'd force the World to lend their Eyes As Conducts to thy Obsequies . But since thy loss too great appears To be the Subject of our Tears , We will contemplate on thy Worth , Too great for any to set forth ; And only saying , Thou art dead , Will be as much as can be sed . Quid de te jactor ? fama & tua gloria major . A Song . I Will not tell her that she 's fair , For that she knows as well as I , And that her Virtues equal are Unto the Glorys of her Eye . And that I love her well , she knows , For who can view that Heavenly Face , Not paying that Respect he owes To Beauty , bearing such a Grace ? But this I 'le tell , and tell her true , She takes upon her too much State ; For , by the Gods , it would undo A King to Love at such a rate . Let Common Beauties boast the Power Of some uncommon Excellence , And thank Dame Nature for the Dower Of that decoying Charming Sense ; Adorn themselves with Pearls and Gold , In Rubies and Rich Di'monds shine , In choicest Silks that may be sold , And all to make such Ladies Fine . These are like some Rich Monument , Rais'd all of carv'd and costly Stones , Painted and Gilt for Ornament ; But full within of dead Mens Bones . Such common ways my Clelia scorns , Her lovely Soul is too sublime , She 's not compleat that Cloaths adorn , Or does in ought but Nature shine . To Clelia . FAir , and yet Cruel , sure it cannot be , Nature denies such Catastrophe ; The spangled Orbs serenely do display Not in a Cloudy Night the Milkie way ; The misty Shades do swiftly disappear , When Sol's Bright rays do Crown the Hemesphere ; But Love is subject to the Chains of Fate , And more unhappy proves than fortunate . How often have my Vows to Clelia paid My Constant Zeal ? How often have I made The same consession of my Love to thee , As mortals pay unto Divinity ? Yet the requital of my Love's Disdain , And Cruelty the Med'cine for my Pain ; A Viper which doth seed upon my Heart , And plays the Tyrant upon every Part ; Forcing a Lethargy through all my Soul , Which does my vital Spirits so controul , That though you 'd strive for to prevent my fate , My Doom's confirm'd and pitty comes too late . Thus the faint Pilgrim with Devotion bows Unto the Sacred Shrine , and pays his Vows ; Beging a Blessing on his feeble knee , Supported by his Faith and Piety ; His daily Orisons do beg Direction From that great Pow'r that is his sole Protection ; But when at last his fatal Glass is run , And time casts Mists before his glimmering Sun , In some old ruin'd Monastry or Cave , Shunning the World , he seeks a quiet Grave . A Song . I Have drank too much Lethe of late , I 've forgot that I e're was in Love , I am Crown'd with a nobler Fate ; 'T is a passion that 's too much above That pittiful State Which sometimes moves pitty , but oftener hate . The sad looks of a Lover in pain , When my fancy descends to his Breast , Makes me Smile when I think how in vain He does so much disquiet his rest , In thinking her best Who in mocking his Love does think her self blest . Such Whiners as these , at their leasure , With an ang'ry glance from their Eye , They quickly deject at their pleasure , Who during their anger do dye ; Such is the measure These predicant Fools do get from their Treasure . To Clelia . THink not , fair Madam , that your high disdain , Which wounds my Heart , shall cause me to sustain The pond'rous bulk of all your Tyranny , And the Insulting Conquest of your Eye . Against your scorns I 'le arme my panting Heart , Secure from wound , and safe in every Part ; Biding defiance to your Conq'ring Eyes , I 'l give you no more leave to Tyrannise . Yet if at last no Remedy I find To ease the troubles of my tortur'd Mind , And with despair must yield to Fate , my Breath Shall censure you the Agent of my Death : Then you that are the cause of this my fate ▪ Shall mourn and grieve like one that 's desolate , And on my Hearse engrave my Tragedy , With Tears proceeding from your doleful Eye . Yet have a care , for if a Tear should steal And touch my Corps , I instantly should feel The Fire of Love to kindle in my Breast , ' Twou'd wake my drowsie Senses from their rest . Me tamen urit amor , quis enim modus adsit amori . To Clelia . MIrrour of Beauty , from whose conquering Eyes All Power of Love and Glory does arise ; Resistless Charms does Crown your Heavenly Brow , You Hellen-like no Second can allow . Here Nature strove to shew her greatest Art , Each part of you does captivate a Heart , Your wounding Beauty spreads through every Part. Pardon me then if that I soar above , The Merits of undeserving Love. I needs must love , for 't is my cruel Fate , Let not my kindness then deserve your hate ; Since to your Beauty I have Prisoner been , Divinest Creature , think it not a Sin : The Torrent of my Grief oreslow'd my Heart , And Love conceal'd still swell'd in every Part. All my Ambition only is to gain Your love , but ( Cruelty ) I strive in vain : One Smile from you has power enough to save A drooping Corps that 's catching at a Grave . One Frown wou'd make a Miser , ' midst his store , Forsake his Wealth , his Fate for to deplore : The Gods bewail their Case , and mourn to see Mortals so blest , more than Immortals be . Iuno till now from her Olympick Throne Nere saw a Beauty greater then her own . Since then all Beauty is in you alone , You are that Goddess I 'le adore , or none . Scribe aliquid magnum . I Thank you , worthy Sir , your good advice Is like the Recepes of a Doctor 's Bill , Where an Ingredient's dear , to save the price , You 'l leave it out , though it the Patient kill . You 'd have me take some Noble Theam , and make Verses that might be worthy of the Press , Which if I were so mad to undertake , You 'd see a Gyant in a Pigmies dress . I am no Mole , nor can I feed on Earth , Nor yet Camelion , to browse on Air ; I always have sed well , e're since my Birth ; And now to starve my self I do not care . Wou'd you but be Mecenas , then I 'd try To what my bold Invention cou'd aspire , And strive for to excel in Poetry Great Maro , and the Rhodopean Lyre . No barren fancy shou'd possess my Brain , Each Verse shou'd flow as from Apollo's Quill , In such a lofty and Heroick strain The Universe I 'd with my Numbers fill . I 'd frame such raptures in Immortal Verse , As shou'd the brightest Stars from Heaven convey , And every Cloud the Muses shou'd disperse ; And with my Feet I 'd tread the Milkie way . Otia da nobis : sed qualia fecerat olim Mecenas Flacco , Virgilioque suo . Condere victuras tentem per secula chartas Et nomen flammis eripuisse meum . De Pompeo & Filiis , e Martial . THe Sons of Pompey yielded up their Breath In divers quarters of the spacious Earth . Europe within her Bowels does contain One of the Sons of Noble Pompey slain . In Asia's Confines doth the other lye , And he himself in Africa did dye . What makes the World as Thunder-struck appear , That such a Slaughter shou'd be every where ? So great a Ruine cou'd not likely be Contained in One place , nay scarce in Three . De Sacerdote qui Caniculum in Coemeterio Sepelivit . A Wealthy Thuscan Priest , of no mean note , One that cou'd say his Decalogue by rote , And Pater-noster too , and , if such need , Cou'd make a Repetion of his Creed , Had a small Dog he did so much regard , That dead , he Buried him in the Church-yard ; The Bishop glad that he had got a Claw Whereby to get the Priest into his Paw , Summons him to a strict Examination Of his so irreligious Violation Of Holy ground . The Priest , who knew his mind , How much he was to Avarice inclin'd , Appears , and with him brings full Fifty Pound , Which he knew well wou'd make the matter sound . The Bishop urg'd the Crime , and so far went , That he , poor Man , must be to Prison sent ; To whom the Priest , My Father , did you know How much you to that loving Creature owe , And how in Wisdom he did antecede All that I ever knew was of the breed , I am sure you wou'd not blame my action then , Since he deserv'd a Burial among Men. For whilst he liv'd , and did enjoy his Breath , He was as wise as Men , but more in Death . The Bishop ask't him how . The Priest reply'd , He wisely made his Will before he dy'd ; And knowing that it was a Pious deed , He left you Fifty Pounds to help your need ; With that produc'd the money . Sure reply'd The bishop , never Dog more fairely dy'd ; And God forbid I shou'd at all detract From this your Zeal in such a Pious Act. If you have more , let there be set apart , A place to bury Dogs of such Desert . On Suadela . THey say Ulisses by his Art Had power to hear the Sirens Sing , And from their Charming Notes depart , Tasting the sweets without a Sting . I wonder not , since free from harms I have left Suadela and her Charms . Nobis placeant ante omnia Sylvae . HAil Sacred Woods , and all the rural Gods , Who in these Coverts make your blest abodes ; Ye Fauns and Satyrs that do here reside , And Watery Nymphs that neer these springs abide ; And ye , ye pretty mourning Turtle Doves , The living emblem of chastest Loves ; May no devouring Hawk e're fly this way , Of so much Innocence to make a prey : Let all be happy , chirp sweet Birds , and sing , And with your Melody these Woods shall ring . For here I first beheld that Angels Face , Which to these Coverts gave the greatest Grace . And thou , old Oak , beneath whose spreading shade That Heavenly Object did my sight invade , May no rough Wind e're rend thy aged top , Or thankless hand thy Beauties glory crop ; Or shivering Winter , which the Woods bereaves , E're rob thee of thy green and shady Leaves ; But may each year new Strength and Verdure grant . 'Till thou grow young , as when thou wert a Plant ; And may'st thou flourish many Ages more , And still more green than e're thou wast before . But when thou must decay , for eating Time Will not permit thee always thus to shine , From thy old Trunk may thousand young ones Flower , Weaving their tender Boughs into a Bower . And thou great Paphian Goddess , ever bless This goodly Bower with so much happiness , That whosoe're shall come within it's shade , Shall to thy Mystick power be Captive made ; Each Lover then this Covert shall invite To taste the happiness of Loves delight ; Thus shall thy fall be greater then thy rise , And of a Tree become a Paradise . An Epitaph . JUst as I liv'd , just so I dy'd , Contemning God and Man , With Earthly dross nere satisfi'd ; Now satiated am . Desire not to know my Name , Which justly is accurst , For making Gold my chiefest aim , Even with Tantalian thirst . A Dialogue . Lover . REnder your Heart , or else give mine agen . Virgin. What , change with Men ? Lov. Justice commands you to do one or t'other . Vir. Yes , to a Lover . Lov. Then I am he , sweet Saint , that owns that Flame . Vir. You are much to blame . Lov. For loving you ? I must until I dye . Vir. Pray tell me why . Lov. Most mighty Love no reason can indure . Vir. Is your Love pure ? Lov. As pure from spot as Elemental fire . Vir. N'ere to expire ? Lov. No , not when Time it self shall cease to be . Vir. You have conquer'd me . Lov. Blest voice , that very word new life does give . Vir. With thee I 'le live . Lov. Our mutual Joy shall with our Loves combine . Vir. I am only thine . Lov. Triumphant Love , what never lose the field ? Vir. Love makes me yield . Lov. Then let 's enjoy each other without fear . Vir. Agreed , my Dear . A Pastoral Courtship . COme , my Dear Love , into this Grove , This Paradise shall cover The secret Pleasures of our Love , Which we will here discover . See how the Trees do bend their Boughs , And silent murmuring make , Whilst the inviting Shade allows A place to recreate . The pleasant Birds do sit and sing , No cause of sorrow 's here , Here nothing lurks will terror bring To Hare or timerous Deer . The pretty cooing Turtles take This place for their delight , And an inviting moaning make , Nor fear the ravenous Kite . And all stand wond'ring and admire That we delay so long , The gentle Choire of Birds conspire To please us with a Song . But why so coy ? thou needst not fear , No danger 's in this Grove , Venus her self did here enjoy The Pleasures of her love . Come let me kiss those Lips , those Eyes That Captivate my Heart , And are to me a Paradise Beyond the power of Art. O let me touch those milk-white Breasts , Which like the Alps appear , Which never yet fond Love hath prest To make his Vintage there . Come let that Belly , which might well A Stoick's courage move , Which does so far , dear Love , excel , Receive the stamp of Love. So , do not blush , the buding Rose That hangs upon the Tree , Retains his glory , though the Nose Has ravisht its Virginity . Come do not grieve , thou needst not fear , This place will all conceal , There 's none can know what we did here , Our Pleasures to reveal . Nor does thy Angels Beauty seem Less lovely than before , For then thy Face but here and there A little Cupid bore . But now ten thousand Cupids crown That heavenly Face of thine Angellick Essence flowing down Has made thee quite Divine . Therefore each day we 'll try the Power What charms of Love can do , And create Pleasures for each Hour , Until the Gods shall sue , My Joy , my Paradise , to Worship you . Ite triumphales circum mea tempora lauri Vicimus , in nostro est ecce Corinna sinu . An Epitaph . ALas , poor Infant ! Death was too severe , O're such small Bones to raise a Trophy here . Merciless Tyrant , thus for to bereave Thee of thy life , scarce giving time to Breath . Thou wert a Gem , as quickly lost as found , Thy Life and Death was in one Volumn bound . If Prayers and Tears cou'd have preserv'd thy Breath , Thou yet hadst liv'd triumphant over Death . But thou wert snatch'd away , thy rising Sun Finish'd its Course e're it had scarce begun ; And we in darkness mourn , yet we can see The Hand that cuts the Twig may fell the Tree . Sweet Fruits soon drop , but those that longer last Always do relish with a sower taste . Optima prima fere manibus rapiuntur avaris Implentur numeris deteriora suis. The Syrens Song . YE Powers above , and ye Celestial ones , We Sirens sing a doleful Lullaby To those who by our false inchanting Tones , We draw to hear our pleasant Harmony . No Ulyssean stratagem nor skill Can save poor Mariners that coast our way , But with Inchanting Notes we please and kill Who on our Road to hear our voice do stray . And Women-like , our Tongue can play its part ; Whilst like to Deities wee seem to be , At the same instant we can by our Art , Read to poor Mariners their Destiny . An Elegie on the Death of that Noble and Renowned Gentleman , Collonel Simon Lambert , of the Island of the Barbadoes . Dignum laude virum musa vetat mori . BEfore some Famine , Pestilence , or War , Or Monarchs Death , Heaven sends a blazing Star , To let us know not what to hope , but fear , When such Portents his Messengers appear . And can great Lambert dye , and Nature show No sign , so great a ruine to forego ? Had I beheld th' Illustrious Prince of Light Resign his glorious Rays to sable Night , And some bright Constellation fall from thence , I instantly shou'd have inferr'd from hence Our certain loss , and boldly wou'd have said , The Heavens declare that vertuous Lambert's dead . But none of these presented to our view , Yet that he 's dead , we know to be too true . Let us consider then what loss we have , And what great Vertue 's buried in his Grave : For we lament no shrub that was but small , But grieve to see this stately Cedar's fall . Beneath whose spreading Branches , whilest it stood , Whilst it did flourish like a verdant Wood , We did enjoy all that was just and good . Great Ionathan , a Witness thou may'st be , He liv'd to serve his Sovereign and thee . He was no gilded Image , that did show A Glorious outside , and did nothing know : But he in every part was so compleat , As shew'd that he was wise , as well as great . Among the Best , he Noblest was , and where The Noblest were , there he did Best appear . Mercy and Justice both did in him dwell , And each did strive which shou'd in him excell . He , like another Atlas , did sustain This Islands burthen , with Minerva's Brain ; And in each Exigent he did advise , As if that he had seen with Argus Eyes . In sum , Each action has deserv'd Renown , For which he shall receive a Heavenly Crown , And sing with Angels in that Heavenly Choire , To which his Righteous Soul did still aspire . To Madam Lambert . NOW , Madam , since you have sustain'd a loss , Which all the pleasures of your Life may cross ; And such a loss as doth all loss exceed , Whose very name may make your heart to bleed ; Yet comfort take , since he is gone before , To wait your coming at the Heavenly Door ; Where you shall enter an Immortal Bride , With Saints and Angels to be glorify'd . Nor let it be a grief that you have none To pattern your dead Lord , I mean , a Son : His Vertues have immortaliz'd his name , And still he lives in a perennal Fame . The Epitaph . An Acrostick . Strong Monuments of Wood , Marble , or Brass , In time time decay and into Ruines pass ; Making a mock of all that Pomp and Pride , On which the hopes of Fame has still rely'd . Note here a President did know full well , Life justly led all Monuments excel . A Person of such great Desert and Fame , Might all the highest worths of Honour Claim ; By which he to himself has been so kind , Eternal Monuments to leave behind . Reader , who-e're thou art , believe thus much , This Island scarce can find another such . On my Ladies Lap-Dog . LElaps , my Ladys Dog , must sit at Meat , And be her Taster , e're my Lady'l eat : The choicest bits the Table can afford , My Lady cuts , and gives them to her — And many a lick his Curship gives my Lady , Who cries , Poor Creature , he 's as kind as may be ▪ And when 't is Night , e're she can take her rest , My Lady calls for that which she loves best . Her pretty Dog is all my Lady's care ; I smell a Rat , Madam , you 'd best beware . All Night she folds him in her Arms , the Cur , Perchance , may fare the worse for loving her . He 's slick and sporting , who can chuse but doat On that which lies under a Ladis Coat ? But why a Dog ? Cannot my Lady find Some spruce young Gallant that will please her mind ? Is Earth so barren , can it not afford Something will better personate a Lord ? Yet 't is the mode , I grant it , so you keep Your Dogs to watch , whilst , Madam , you do sleep . However , we 'd suppose this done for fashion , Did not your actions shew too much of Passion : For 't gives suspition unto every Guest , To see a Christian serv'd after a Beast . Her Plea is Innocence ; yes , in this sense , A kind of dogged brutish Innocence , And Pretty : May be so , Nature , thou' rt wise , In giving Ladies such perspicuous Eyes . When first I saw him lying on her Bed , I could have left him shorter by his Head , For all his Beauty ; nor yet cou'd I find One part more rare in him than all his Kind . And yet she doats upon this ugly Cur ; He and my Lady 't is keeps all the stir . Many do think the Dog is too obscene , Or what the Devil shou'd my Lady mean ? De Leone & Lepore , e Martial . WHat makes the trembling Hare the Lyon fly Thy death agrees not with his Majesty . A nobler Object doth his rage possess , And thou by flying makes his Glory less : His Hunger is asswag'd by blood of Bears , And mighty Bulls he in his anger tears . The choicest Stag the Coverts can afford , Is made a Dish to serve the Forests Lord Dogs prey on Hares . Let not the Irish Boy Fear mighty Charles will his base Youth destroy To the Worshipful Jonathan Atkins , Knight , Governour of the Island of the Barbadoes . WHat ails the Poet ? What a new desire Inflames his Heart , and doth his Soul inspire , With emulous Notes to touch Apollo's Lyre ? 'T is you , dear Sir , as great by Birth as Fame , Whom Merit and true Honour gives a Name ; Who Heaven ( Great Soul ) did send for to revive This drooping Island , and to keep alive Those who Oppression did before enslave , And Cruelty deject unto the Grave . You are the Subject of my Verse , to you All the Encomiums of our Praise is due . Astroea now appears with Heavenly Grace , And banish'd Justice re-assumes her place . The course of things are chang'd , and we are now No more deceiv'd by Ianus double brow . Blest Halcyon days , and you that made them so ! Unto what Land soever I shall go , Your Memory I 'll strive for to display , Whilst Phoebus with his Beams adorns the day . But yet methinks I hear some say , Where 's he Dares contradict us in our Seigniory , And tax our actions ? Come , and you shall see One fam'd for Justice , Mercy , Piety ; VVhose Eye no diff'rence knows between the poor , And him whose laden Ships can hold no more ; VVhose actions Justice guides , for in each Hand The Sword and Balance equally do stand . Here 's no Perversion ; here 's the Motto too , Give God and Caesar equally their due . O glorious Sun-shine of this Western Isle , VVhat noble Appellation , or what Stile Befits thy Praise ? Or how can we express Our Joy , your Bounty , and our Happiness ? VVhose liberal hand bestows , e're we can think , Whole Bowls of Blessings , fill'd up to the brink , Beyond our hopes : Yet thus the Powers we serve Are wont for to reward , e're we deserve . O thou great Author of all earthly things , Whose hand deposes Princes , throws down Kings ▪ Who view'st from thy Olympick Throne the State , And actions of each mighty Potentate ; VVho rules the worlds vast Frame , O Crown the days Of our blest Ionathan with living Bays ; And that his Progeny may ever live , Propitious Heavens , grant , as I believe . First shall the liquid VVaters cease to flow , The Earth to cause both Plants and Trees to grow ▪ Heavens radiant Monarch shall deny his light , The Machine of the VVorld involv'd in Night ; The Lamb shall slay the Lyon , and the Hare Of the swift Hound no more shall stand in fear ; The Eagle court the Dove , and all things be In Sympathie with their Antipathie : 'T is then , and not till then , my Pen shall stay , And strive no more your Glory to display ; Which like the Sun in his Meridian height , Cheers the whole World with his illustrious Light. Ante leves ergo pascentur in oethere cervi , &c. Quam nostro illius labatur pectore vultus . The Lovers Greeting . WHen bald-pate Winter , with his hoary head , By the Springs kind aspect was vanquished ; When sturdy Boreas Storms were over past , And milder Zeph'rus breath'd his gentle blast ; In pleasant May , when Flora did invest The Fields with green , and shady Coverts blest ; When ev'ry where the bright refulgent beams Of glorious Titan shin'd upon the streams Of gliding Crystal Floods , whose waving pace Seem'd as it were to emulate with Grace The various Clouds , and gladly to invite Faint-hearted Lovers to their dear delight . It was my chance to meet my dearest Love , Who , Gods you know , I do esteem above All earthly Treasures , and to me what-e're Under both Polls can be accounted fair . I came ( and with a modest pace ) and bent My tim'rous body , full of discontent , And at her feet ( who the great Gods above Can testifie , I do sincerely love ) I prostrate fell , thinking thereby to gain One loving smile , but it was all in vain . For , O my cruel Fate , at the first view Her smiling Countenance my Love withdrew , And with an ireful look she cast her Eye , Bending her brows , now full of Tyranny . So have I seen when Phoebus in his might , Shoots forth his glorious Raies , whose shining light Doth dazle all Mens Eyes ; yet by and by An envious Cloud doth hide him from our Eye . But all this time I stood amaz'd , nor knew To bear those sudden storms of frowns she threw ▪ Just as when Iove doth thunder in the Sky , The amaz'd beholder , ready for to dye , Trembles and shakes , not knowing how to free Himself from danger that he 's forc'd to see . Yet at the last , when I cou'd nought perceive That might at all my tim'rous heart relieve , Like a bold Soldier , mad , with desp'rate Fate , Resolv'd my cruel Fortune to abate , And give the Onset with a Heart that 's free From Fear , or any such base ignomy . I tried a thousand ways , but all in vain ▪ Still what I did , did more increase my Flame . Ah cruel Nymph , abate your high disdain , And grant me Love to mitigate my pain ; Which if you do deny , for my relief , 'T is Death shall ease the burthen of my grief . Sui minus est animus nobis effundere vitam In me crudelis non potes esse diu . Farewell to Pleasure and to fond Delight , Farewel those thoughts which an unconstant mind Is still perplext with , pond'ring in the Night , For what his wearied Lust can never find ; His Rage is blind , And he far more unconstant than the Wind. When I but think how my disorder'd Heart Has by the motion of one flatt'ring look , By that detested , vile and cursed Art , Venus , I mean thy subtle tempting Hook , Been tamely took ; Thus tempting Toys make Children leave their Book . O then those Charms that did my Heart controll , Burst in a Fury from my swelter'd Brest , And the disorder'd passions of my Soul Their damn'd and treach'rous ways does so detest , That over-prest , My weary'd mind is robb'd of all its rest . On Clelia's Sore Eyes . WHat makes the Frontiers of the sable night Display their Mists , and thus expel the light ? Dire Queen of Shades , what power , as yet unknown , Hast thou assum'd , that 's stronger than thy own ? These sable Mists are worse than those that fell On impious Pharaoh for an Israel : For but a time those dismal Clouds did stay , Which gave a greater welcom to the day . But now the Gods , the angry Gods , I find , All human kind has at one stroke struck blind , And rob'd the World of Glory in its height , Having eclipst its main and greatest light : And now , alas ! muffl'd in Clouds , it lies Groping in darkness , robb'd of both its Eyes : Nor can we hope our Fate for to reverse , But are like mourners drooping o're a Hearse , Till in your Eyes , your Eyes , we may behold Beauty enthron'd , more bright than burnisht Gold , Which now is hid , and doth obscurely lye , As pearls i' th' Oceans vast profundity . But sure the mighty Pow'rs had some design , And our neglect of you they thought a Crime ; And took from us , what we as slightly prize As Indians Gold , and precious Treasuries ; And now think sit , lest by those Stars we fall , And so receive a gen'ral Funeral , For to restore us by degrees those Eyes , Which else would make mankind a sacrifice ; As Men not quite recover'd of their sight , Do lose the same by the excess of light . A Dream . TEll me , thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night , What horrid terror did my mind affright . I saw , and in a Dream a Damsel stood Before me trembling , all besmear'd with Blood. In her right Hand a wither'd Branch she had , And with a sable Veil her Brows were clad ; And to her self she mourning seem'd to say , 'T was love , alas ! fond Girl , did thee betray . And so she vanish'd . Then I heard a cry . Of a lost Damsel , at the point to die . Her latest Breath did on Narcissus call , Cruel Narcissus , cruel in my fall . For thee I did honour and life forsake , And gave thee Love , which thou refus'd to take ; For thee I did Philanders Love despise , Who now may glory at my injuries . Her other words she did in Tears confound , Abruptly mangled in a dying sound . With that I shrunk , and sudain terror prest My melting Heart in my molested Breast ; I ponder'd in my mind , at length I knew The voice was Phillis , that her self had slew ; And art thou dead , said I , false unto me ? His hate 's a just reward of Perjury . But O that yet my life cou'd thine redeem , My Soul shou'd vanish as of no esteem : O cruelty ! what made thee so unkind , To kill the Joy , and Darling of Mankind ? And since thy Death by Pen can't be exprest , I 'le write thy Elegie upon my Breast . But snatching at my Sword , a Hand was sent , My suden Execution to prevent ; And Phillis , who before I thought was dead , Appear'd , and with a Garland Crown'd my Head , And told me death had not the power to sever Two Hands , two Hearts , that must be joyn'd for ever . Then waking suddenly , I knew the Theam Was my molested fancy in a Dream . Even when I wake or sleep thou' rt in my mind , Unconstant Phillis , cruel , and unkind . Omnia qua sensu volvuntur vota diurno , Tempore nocturno reddit amica quies . An Elegie on the Death of his very good Friend Mr. Edward Lynch , Buried in Salisbury Cathedral . ASist my Muse , thou gravest of the Nine , Melpomine , assist , and let Line Proceed from thy more solemn state , which shall Attend the Rites of this sad Funeral . Shall then Eternal sleep rich minds repress , And leave them only to enjoy their bliss ? And must their Names no more be thought upon , Buried in silent Oblivion ? And with their Bodies must their Names be thrust Into the Earth , and Buried in the Dust ? No , no , their Fame swift Time shall ne're devast , But flourish still , so long as Time shall last . Why then doth Death involve my Friend , who sleeps , And in the Dust a silent Requiem keeps ? But that thy Name henceforth may never die , I 'l write in Verse thy mournful Elegie . Yet Ink's too black a Colour to infold Thy vertuous Name , that shou'd be writ in Gold. That honor'd Marble that does bear thy Name , Henceforth shall be Immortal by the same . Nor Time nor eating Age shall e're devour What bears th' Impression of so fair a Flower . When first my steps unto thy Grave drew nigh , To pay my duty to thy memory , The pious Marble thaw'd into a Tear , As silently expressing thou wert there . The Marble Statues , Bishops , Prebends , Lords , And many other that the place affords , Through stony Mantles wept their sufferings , And seem'd to me like Arethusa's Springs . And may they ever weep , for Piety Is seldom found among them till they dye . Who e're shall hear thy Name , and shall not spend One Tear for thee , unpitty'd be his end , And may his Ghost do pennance at thy Grave , Honor'd ( though restless ) such a Doom to have . Methinks I cou'd grow ang'ry with my Muse , That shou'd at such a time her aid refuse ; But that she told me that her Lungs were weak , And far unfit thy Praises for to speak ; And that whilst she thy Fame did strive t' express , Her halting Numbers only made it less . We knew thy worth e're we discern'd thy Age , And budding Glory gave a true presage Of what thou did'st , and what thou would'st have done , Had not thy rising ▪ prov'd thy setting Sun. O cou'd I speak thy praise , I would disperse Thy living Fame throughout the Universe : To tell thy worth , how vert'ous and how wise , In this I know none can Hyperbolise . Each of thy actions strove for to excell , As rolling Waves which in the Ocean swell . My Muse , in contemplation now of thee , Has struck the Poet in an Ecstasie . Love Triumphant . T Was at the time when Phoebus with his Rayes The Universe with equal Beams serveys ; When Flocks and Heards to the cool Shades repair , T' enjoy the Breezes of a cooler Air. I laid me down upon the Grass to rest , Whilst Loves fierce God inflam'd my tender Breast . Millions of thoughts I interweav'd with fears , And my blest Saints Idea wash'd in Tears . Ah , cruel Nymph , said I , what God unkind Hath with such Cruelty incens'd thy mind ? Lay by Ioves Flames , Salmonean terrors fear , Least you his Thunder and his Lightning bear . For that great God that rules the arched Skie , Can ne're be pleas'd with acts of cruelty . But if you needs will take a Goddess form , Which can your native Beauty nought adorn , Take her whose milder form Mankind did move To honour and adore as Queen of Love. Thus shall you gain that honour that 's your due , And we take you for her , or her for you . Thus whilst my mind passion toss'd too and fro , As Waves by Winds which on the Ocean blow , Behold my Clelia came , and forward prest , Whilst the light Wind her lower Parts undrest ; Rich in Attire , in Beauty richer far : Thus Venus us'd to court the God of War ; And thus themselves who in the Woods retire , The Naides , and Draydes attire . I silent lay , as if with sleep opprest , Whilst her right Arm surrounds my willing Breast . I made return , and often Clelia cry'd , She who you seek is here , she then reply'd ; With that I gave a start , to let her know How great a passion in my Breast did slow ; She smil'd , as something pleas'd to see me start , And by my actions seem'd to know my Heart . Then , as if newly risen from a trance , Or death-like sleep , I did my Head advance , And mildly speak her thus , Goddess most fair , If you are come to comfort my despair , You have nob'ly done , taking that shape whereby You may at once deceive and please my Eye . But if you come for to deride my fear , And make me think my absent Clelia here , You have lost your aim , for to my grief I know My Clelia ne're did so much kindness show . However I 'm content , be what you will , Nothing that bears that form can e're be ill . Much more I wou'd have said , but she , too kind To bear my passion with a steady mind , With loving words my sorrow did asswage , Commanding me no farther to engage My self in sadness , since before my Eyes No flying shade did stand to Tantalize ; But real Substance , which did passion move , And her who I so oft had vow'd to love . I gave attention unto what she said , And millions more of Protestations made To keep my faith inviolate , whilst she , Poor Soul , did both believe and pitty me . I often kissing wring'd her by the Hand , And by dumb signs gave her to understand My head-strong Passion wou'd no more obey , Since she her self had took the curb away . But she , too Innocent , ne're understood The swelling Tides of Passion in my Blood : Yet from her Eyes some pitty did distil , Like Pearls thrust out , though shrewd against their will ; Unwilling for to leave that happy place , Where sorrow cou'd not chuse but have a grace . Thus temper'd Steel is sometimes clad in rust , And grains of Gold are mingled with the Dust. But I , who in the Wars of Love had been A Voluntier , thought now or ne're to win The honour of the day , and in some sort To gain the conquest of the Virgin Fort ; Which I assaulted with so free a force , ( Not with Battallions of Foot and Horse ; But smooth and courtly Complements ) as might Have mov'd the chaste Diana to delight , And made the cold Lucretia to desire To wanton in the Flames of Venus fire . Then Clelia surrender'd , all her Treasure Was solely at the Conquerours will and Pleasure ; Which was so great , that nothing can augment My Joy , or add unto my blest Content . Divinest Creature , to whose heavenly Brow Our yielding Hearts do with submission bow ; Rare Master piece of Nature , here I lye Conquer'd by Beauty , and by Beauty dye . To you my Ghost shall in the Night appear , And though I die , I 'll never leave you here . Yet you are cruel , and will not afford My dying Corps but one poor parting Word . O that your Beauty had less mortal been , Or that to love had not been held a sin ! I boldly to the World wou'd have made known Thy Beauty claims Desert , and thine alone . But stay , methinks there 's something in thy Eye That tells me that thy Lover must not die . And since that thou hast gave this blest Reprieve , I for thy sake will be content to live , And by some signal Service henceforth try For to requite your generosity . AS you are fair , can you be loving too , And make me happy in adoring you ? Not all the Wealth that India can give , Without your love , can make me wish to live . As in the Ocean , on a Summers day , You may behold the Fish keep Holy day , Are all o're-joy'd , and smile as 't were , to see Fair weather gild the rough and angry Sea. Can so my Fortune more auspicious prove ? You having smil'd upon my hopeless Love , Be as you are so kind , so truly fair , Loving of me , who now cast off despair ; Too soon a flame will else my Heart control , And leave my drooping Corps without a Soul. Make me but sure that you will ever love Me , who no other joys cou'd ever move ; Happy that day , thrice happy , wherein I In you beheld my chief felicity . Adoring you , I feel a scorching fire ; You , you alone , can make that flame retire . Not that the Ardor can e're quite retreat , All you can do is to allay the Heat ; The scorching Fervor never will give o're , Wealth cannot do 't , nor a whole Nations store . That you are good , we know , Vertuous , and Wise : India's bright Sun took luster from your Eyes . Can else his Beams so dazle all Mens sight ? Give me but leave , I 'll say , He robb'd his Light. Without your Beauty , he eclips'd must lye ; Your Presence comprehends a Deity . Love heads his Golden Arrows , and from you Can take such Charms as may the World subdue , Make all things yeild , even the great Gods above : Me thinks I hear them cry , Great Queen of Love ; Wish ing to fall by your more pleasing Fate , To you they come , and for their Sentence wait ; Live , Queen of Love , with most Imperial State. On a Sigh . GO , mournful Sigh , haste to my Fair , And to her what thou know'st declare ; Tell her , that thou wert so opprest Within the Prison of my breast , That having broak the Gaol , thou fled'st to her for rest . But if unkindly she deny , Then shall thy wretched Gaoler die ; And by this means thou shalt be free From thy Confinement , she from thee , And I from all my grief and wretched misery . But yet , poor mournful Breath , beware Thou dost not draw from her a Tear. For if thou dost , I will confine Thee to this hollow Breast of mine , And give thee no more leave or time to wander there . For who can tell , but she may be So loving as to pitty thee , And on thy sorrow notice take , And entertain thee for my sake , In Paradice of Joy and full felicity . Mount Ida. IN times of old , when Kings did not disdain The sweet Employment of the silly Swain ; When to the Gods the rural Altar fumes With Sacred Incense and with sweet Perfumes , Were daily blest , and all things seem'd to be A Paradise for Mans felicity . Then no insulting Tyrant did molest , Hind'ring the quiet of his Subjects rest : But then Simplicity did crown the day , And Innocence did every Scepter sway . Within the Confines of vast Asia's Womb Once was a stately City , now a Tomb ; Imperial Troy , whose stately Structures Pride Did Egypts lofty Pyramids deride . Rich in a King , their glory to augment , No Stranger , but by lineal descent ; And blest with Children of such high Renown , Which did augment the honour of his Crown ; But that this Sentence might have its Probatum , Nihil est ab omni parte beatum . Whilst Paris , Priam's Son , with care did keep , In flowry Meads , his Fathers Flocks of Sheep , Lo , Three triumphant Goddesses , of Birth Celestial , guide their steps unto the Earth , VValking to view the Fields , whose Fragrant smell The richest Indian Odours did excel . Discordia griev'd ( as 't was her course ) to see Three potent Goddesses so well agree , Throwing a Golden Ball before them , says , Let her take this , whose Beauty wins the Bays . All plead their Titles in the slowry Field , And each unto her Rival scorns to yeild . Till walking forward , they did soon espy The sprightly Son of Priam , who did lye Under a lofty Tree , whose spreading shade Sols Radiant Beames did all in vain invade . Between them then , to end this fatal grudge , They all consent to make brave Paris Judge : But when the youngster saw the glorious sight , His Heart was straight way ravisht , and the sight Inflam'd his generous Soul , he prostrate lyes , He worships and adores the Deities . Nor can he longer gaze , so great a light Cou'd not be bore by any mortal sight . VVhich when they see , and think upon the Prize , They add new force and vigor to his Eyes . To whom Queen Iuno mildly did begin , Both with applause , and promise for to win . Juno's Speech . Thou who of Priams Court the glory art , More beautifi'd by Nature than by Art ; Give me the Ball , let not thy Hand refrain , But give it me , and I 'le give thee again Glory and Honour , and what e're can be Than this more happy , that I 'le give to thee . I 'le set a Crown of Gold upon thy Head , These words thereon shall be Intituled , THE GLORY OF THE WORLD . Riches and State , Honour and Fame shall ever propagate . The Worlds vast Confines shall a tribute yield To thee alone , the Caesar of the Field ; The breath of Fame shall all thy state declare , And all the world shall term thee Fortunes Heir ; And if there 's ought thy mind can covet more , Command Queen Iuno , scorn for to implore . The youngster stands amaz'd , his Hearts on fire , A thirst of Honour does his Soul inspire ; His eager heart had soon a Captive been , Had not brave Pallas soon prevented him , VVhose Princely presence does his mind control , And adds new force unto his vigorous Soul. Pallas Speech . To whom the Goddess mildly thus , Brave Prince , Does Iuno's powerful promise so convince Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize ? Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes ? Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem ? VVisdom gains Riches ; Honour's but a slave , A Lambent fire ; our fancy more does crave . I scorn to court thee for the Ball , yet know , If thou on Pallas do the same bestow , Thy VVisdom through the spacious Earth shall ring And Forraign Nations shall their Presents bring Thy Foes shall yield unto thy conquering Hand Nor shalt thou fear any invading Band , Or Forraign Force , for thou alone shalt Reign From East to West , and o're the floating Main . And ending thus , Venus drew near , whose smiles The youngster of his Senses quite beguiles ; She robs him of his Heart , and therewithal Obtains the long'd for prize , the Golden Ball. For when the Prince had with a pleasing Eye Beheld the glory of the Deity , A sudden Joy through every Member steals , And by his blushes he his Love reveals . To whom the Queen of Souls , Goddess of Loves , More sweet and gentle than her Team of Doves , Makes her address with words so courtly mild , As might the watchful Dragon have beguild , Or charm'd the Brazen-footed Bulls , and made The Sons of Tellus cease for to invade Each others life ; such was her charming Tongue , As without Magick might make Aeson young , And bring th' Hesperian Fruit into her lap , Force Argus hundred Eyes to take a nap . Here Majesty and Love did well agree , And both concur , great Queen , to favour thee . Such charms her looks did bear , such her aspect , When she to Parris did this Speech direct . Venus Speech . Brave Prince , to whom the Goddesses have been Both suppliants , endeavouring to win The Prize , which only does belong to me , The Fates themselves grant the Priority . They promise Conquest , Wisdom , and a Throne , All this is nought but what 's before thy own . But yet suppose it so , cou'dst thou delight In cruel Wars , where blood doth blood excite ? Is this the way to gain thee honour ? No. Kingdoms thou mayst possess , and perish so . Who gains by Blood and Death , shall , at the price , Have the reward of blood and avarice . Or rather , wouldst thou chuse on Beds of Down , In Cupids Fields to gain the sweet renown , Spending thy youthful days in merriment , Such as pale War did never yet invent , With Grecian Dames , whose Beauty may not be Exprest by Tongue , or Pens Indignity ? If this can please , give me the Prize , I sue Both as my merit , and my Beauties due ; And thou shalt gain a Lady , such another Titans Majestick Raies did ne're discover ; Whose Beauties form there 's none can Parallel , Her Skin for Whiteness does as far excel The driven Snow , as does the Suns bright Raies A glittering Star : shou'd I disclose her praise , How red unto the sight her Cheeks do seem , That you wou'd term her to be Beauties Queen ; Indulgent Nature out of all her store , Has not enough to make one Beauty more . Now Paris burns with Love , his warm desire At length is turn'd into a Flame of Fire ; He knows no medium now , Love sways each Part , And reigns as Monarch o're his very Heart ; And , with a willing Hand , he gives the Ball To Venus , most deserving it of all . Iuno , and Pallas , with an ireful Eye , Ascend into the Turrets of the Skie , There mindful of their wrongs , deliberate The Ruine of the mighty Trojan State. — Manet altâ mente repôstum Iudicium Paridis spretaeque injuria formae . On Clelia's Picture . DO'st not thou see this Picture set , Round with the Rose and Violet , Crown'd with the Garlands of the Spring , And Looks that might entice a King ? And can thy Eye find any place To gaze upon , but on this Face ? Do'st not thou see that sparkling Eye Inflam'd with Love and Majesty ; Those tempting Lips , than which to kiss , I cou'd not hope a greater bliss ; Those lovely Cheeks , nay , every Part Not able to be prais'd by Art ; And ask me whom it represents ? My Life , my Soul , my blest Contents . 'T is Clelia's Shaddow , which her Eye Reflected here as she past by . To which , as 't is her due , I pay A thousand Offerings a Day . And now , methinks , I cease to blame The Ethnicks , who did Idols frame , If that among their Number they Had any one like Clelia . MY Friend Iohn Clement t'other day , Was very Sick and like to dye , And , as 't was thought , did only stay To bare Tom Flavel company . He made his Will , and all his Lands By Testament were mine to spend , And soon had come into my Hands , If death , like him , had been my Friend . But , curse upon it , unawares That Wicked Rogue Tom Flavel dy'd , At which my Friend Iohn Clement swears The Rascal did it out of Pride . With that he bid 'em sill his Grave , And ( truly ) swore he would not dye , Since the unlucky peevish Slave Had slighted thus his Company . So I , who half an hour ago Built lofty Castles in the Air , Did to my sorrow quickly know , I was an Heir , not worth a Hair. Heredem scripsit me Numa convaluit . A Song . REstore my wounded Heart , Dear Love , And let thy conquering Eyes Thy hard'ned Heart with pitty move Towards a sacrifice , Who prostrate lyes , Your shade with reverence to Idolatrize . Let not those powerful Siren Charms Which do my Heart delay , Take me and Lull me in their Arms With an intent to slay , Or only to betray , That you by this the Prize may bear away . But if the cruel Fates decree That Love must end in Death , I 'le scorn , my cruel Destiny , And will resign my Breath , Grasping the clammy Earth , Cursing my Fate , my Fortune , and my Birth . To Venus . VEnus , I oft have heard thy Name , Ador'd thy God-head , felt thy Flame ; And oft invok'd thy Power , to find Some mercy in a Female mind . And Cupid , I to thee did pay My faithful Orisons each day ; And thou so well perform'dst thy Part , I reign'd o're many a Virgins Heart . But now I 've other work to do , Faith thou must Court thy Mother too . Nay , many such a trick is done , A Mother cheated by her Son. And thou , my pritty courtly Lad , Of me shall find a loving Dad. No clam'rous Mars shall make thee fear , Nor Vulcans Horns become a jear , Nor yet his Net , which did proclaim To all the Gods thy Mothers shame ; Tell her I 'm active , young , and free , And that , I 'm sure , thou know'st I be ; A Lover too , thou oft did'st prove The mighty force I had in Love. Nor can my Parts , so well inclin'd , Fail for to please thy Mothers mind ; Nor will this Match be a disgrace , Since I supply Anchises place , Or young Adonis , who did move Thy Beauteous Mother once to love ; Nor can'st thou this my passion blame , That art the Author of my Flame . Consider then the wound you gave , Whose Power alone has strength to save ; And let thy never-erring Dart Reign Monarch of thy Mothers Heart ; Least from my Arms her self she shroud , And I embrace Ixion's Cloud , And courting of the Substance , may With empty Shaddows only play , Which ne're can quench my ardent Flame , That 's as Immortal as her Name . To Vesper . SWeet Vesper bring the Night , Why dost thou thus delay , To rob me of delight , ? Too long has been thy stay , Make hast away , And check the lasie Dawning of the day . And Phoebus tell from me , That he his Raies lay by , Nor so discourteous be As once to mount the Skie , Or once came nigh With one small Beam , to wake my Love and I. Shou'd he scorn my desire , I 'd send his Bastard Son To set the Heavens on fire , And he agen shou'd run Without the Sun , And grieve for what his folly shall have done . How soon the Sun makes hast Unto his Thetis Bed , Longing to be embrac'd , And coole his radiant Head , Which now looks red : Such longing hopes hath Lovers ever fed . How soon my Prayer is heard , Cynthia's bright Horns appear : No , 't is my Love prepar'd Her Lover for to cheer ; In all her Sphere Her borrow'd Luster never shines so clear . E Libro quarto Horatii Carmin . Ode 7. THe Snow's dissolv'd , the grassie Fields grow green , And bald-pate Trees with dangling Locks are seen . Earths course is chang'd , and Rivers by the Sun Exhal'd , with pregnant Floods their Banks o're-run . The Graces and the Nymphs their Steps advance , And , being disrob'd , do lead a Country Dance . Times Mutability doth make appear , That nought is permanent beneath the Sphere . Mild Zeph'rus chides the Cold , the Heat doth blast The slowry Spring , and then posts on as fast . Next fruitful Autumn comes upon the Stage ; Then lazy Winter , like decrepid Age. And yet the Moon , which shady Night adorns , With waxing Light repairs his waining Horns . But when we to the lower Shades repair , Where Aeneas , Tullus , and Ancus are , We instantly to Dust and Ashes turn , No more return , but rest , us in our Urn. Who knows whether the Gods above will cast One day , to add to what 's already past ? Nor shall thy greedy Heir for ever find What thou bestowest with a lib'ral mind . When thou art dead , and Minos shall of thee Give Judgment , according to equity , Torquatus , not thy Stock nor Eloquence , Nor yet thy Piety , shall fetch thee thence : For , neither from the streams of Cocytus Cou'd Dian bring her Chast Hyppolitus , Nor yet the friendly Theseus e're retake Perithous from the Lethean Lake . A Song . FAir Clelia , didst thou know How great a sorrow in my Breast does flow , Thou couldst not be Cruel to me , Nor think it any gain To mock my Sorrow , and deride my Pain . Far be it yet from me To hope for Life that is disdain'd by thee ; For if I thought There might be ought In me , that thou dost hate , I 'd Court my Ruin , and I 'd hug my Fate . But if thou dost desire T' augment my grief , and so increase my Fire , Let me but know Thy pleasure 's so ; For I am so much thine , As ne're to speak , exclaim , or once repine . An Abcdary . A sure Foundation makes a Building stand , But he 's a Fool that builds upon the Sand. Consider Vertue in her glorious form , Doth Youth in all her Ornaments adorn . Extol her Beauty , Court her Princely Eye , For with her Wings she 'll raise thee to the Sky . Get but a place within her Breast , and know How mean thy thoughts were when thou wert below . If thou dost once observe the Path she treads , Keep close , tho' over Rocks and Hills she leads : Let not the error of the way deceive , Mark well her course , and thou'lt some tract perceive . Nothing so hard but Industry will gain , Obtain her once , thou 'lt find her worth thy rain . Perchance thou'lt say , Vice leads a smoother way . Question not so , lest thou thy self betray . Rewards are virtues due , but pains confound , Such vagrant Fools , with a ne're dying wound . Turn then , and take that path that 's so severe , Unto Eternal Joy that Course will steer ; When those who court a smoother path , may go X times more quick , yet to their overthrow . Youth , Beauty , Strength , do often ill advise , Zeal only with a Crown adorns the Wise. A Deserted Lover . AH , lovely Fair ! can you so cruel be , To scorn my Vows , yet never pity me ? Can you prove false , who once I did adore ? Pity a Youth that never lov'd before . How wav'ring like the Wind ? What subtle dart Had you at first to penetrate my Heart , Obdure as Steel , which ne're no torture found , Or ever knew for to receive a Wound ; Till in your Eyes , the little twinkling Boy Taught me at first how to begin to toy ? He taught me Love , whose active Fire first grew , And more increast , the more I look'd on you : Yet you more Cruel than the Tygers Rage , Relying on your Beauty , Wealth and Age , Disdain what you before did seem to prize , And blast my Lawrel with your lightning Eyes . Thus to the World your Cruelty is known , And after Ages shall repeat my moan . Persidious Maid , your hatred makes me bow , And Curse the rashness of my idle Vow . And since it is alone for you I dye , 'T will change your Honour into Infamy . A Song . VEnus of Souls , Whose Hand controls The greatest Monarchs breast ; Under whose Shade All Beauty 's laid , Where every one would rest : Were I to chuse , I 'd not refuse , But in thy very Heart My mind should rest , And in thy breast I 'd Reign by Love , not Art ; VVhere I would be For ever free , Till I could satisfie My curious mind , That 's so confin'd , And in that Instant dye . To one that disswaded him from the Love of Clelia . GO , dull Mechanick ! whose Invective Pride Dares the Epitome of love deride ; Go to black Acheron , there tell thy deeds To the dull VVinds , which on the Vallies feeds ; And let thy poys'nous Breath extol the Fame Of some old VVitch , or Hagg , or canting Dame. Croak Carrols to the Toad or hissing Snake , And breathe thy Venom o're the Stygean Lake . And for to please thy fancy , may'st thou be Inchanted with thy VVises deformity . O Divine Clelia ! can the Gods connive At Blasphemy , and let the Slave survive ? If you thus deal with such unequal odds , I 'll scorn to worship such Plebeian Gods. There 's not an Air , a Whisper , or a Breath Proceeds from her , but triumphs over Death . The blushing Sky grows pale , if she but frowns , And the shrill Orbs leave their harmonious sounds . Prometheus from her Beauty stole that Fire , With which he did his new form'd Man inspire . Her Breath the Zeph'rus is that chears the Earth , Those sweet Perfumes that give the Phoenix birth . Her Eyes , Mouth , Nose , and Cheeks , Waste , Thighs and Feet , Are quite beyond Comparison compleat . Go then , grim Cur , repent what thou hast done , And leave to bark at such a glorious Sun. My Clelia is so fair , and free from harms , Such Innocence in her all-conquering Charms , That shou'd the admiring World but chance to pry Into those hidden Glories of her Eye , They'd ne're adore another Deity . To Clelia . Shall still my suit prove void , then bid me die , I onely hope in vain , tell me , shall I Enjoy that very word torments my Soul ; Your Eyes do promise what you will Control . Beauty 's too great to be a Tyrant there , I harbour nothing now but sad despair , Adore ing you , my hopes are nought but Air. Epigr. 72. lib. 6. Martial . CIlex , a Thief , much noted for his Crime , Did on a time , into a Garden Climb : But in that spacious Garden looking round , Nought but the God Priapus could be found ; Unwilling then empty to go , or stay , He took Priapus up , and went away . Rare Guardian Gods ! Rome cou'd not chuse but fall , When such base Gods did keep her Capitol . Romans their Gods , not Gods did Rome defend , Their Empire else had sooner had an end : For who relies on such Egyptian Bands , Shall find , like Reeds , they 'l run into their Hands . A Song . SO strange a Distemper I ne're yet did know , 'T is too strong to be call'd an Impotent Foe ; 'T is too weak to surprise and conquer my Breast , Yet with sundry Alarms it oft does infest ; It roars and it rages , and makes such a do , That though 't is a Slave , 't wou'd be Conquerour too . With a Courage more stout than Achilles slew Hector , I swore , that no Passion shou'd be my Director ; Disdaining those Bonds that the Predicants wear , My Soul is a Monarch as free as the Air. When such puling Passions my Fancy discovers , Like Physitians , I gain by the Sickness of others . If Nature would shew me a Creature Divine , I 'd smile in her Face , and I 'd swear she was mine : I 'd urge her with Pleasures , my glory shou'd move Ten Millions of Cupids to inforce her to love . I 'd spare not one Kiss for the wealth of a Mine ; 'T is death for a Lord , if he touch but her Shrine . Such Affection I bear to the Creature I love : But if she were Heiress to thundering Iove , And full of disdain , I defie all her Charms , As Heat repels Heat , and Arms repels Arms. And rather then bear their scorn and their flight , I 'le worship the Owl , the Queen of the Night . Eurialus , Hersilia , Dares . Eur. BEautious Hersilia , those that rule above , In you have plac'd so much Divinity , That I am compell'd to tell you that I love , And in those scorching Flames , alas ! I fry . O do not frown , nor yet divert your Eyes , But let one loving glance prolong my end . What Glory is it for you to defie Your Slave , that you are bound for to defend ? Hers. If Heaven in me had plac'd ought worthy love , I shou'd have lik'd this Honour done by you ; But since 't is only Fancy that does move , 'T were base in me , to take what 's not my due . Or if I wou'd , I cannot ease you now ; Your fond desires you never can attain : Think you a Votress will reject her Vow ? One of the Quiver-bearing Goddess Train ? Besides you may as well go Court a Saint To leave her Heaven , and visit Earth agen , As ever hope to move me by your ' plaint , To taste the sorrows that attend on Men. Dar. Here comes the mighty Daros , Madam , chuse The solid Oak , or else this slender Reed , Which if I touch , I instantly shou'd bruise ; Yet such an Act would make my Honour bleed . I love , and will enjoy ; nay , be not Coy ; Were mighty Turnus , or Aeneas here , I 'd not defer one moment to enjoy . A noble courage scorns to stoop to fear . Thou art mine by Heaven , and were the Gods unkind , As not to aid me , if I should desire ; I 'd search their Palaces , and there I 'd find A subtler Flame than was Prometheus Fire . With this I 'd gain thy Love , or else compel Thy stubborn Fancy to obey my will ; Nay , more , I 'd ransack the abiss of Hell ; The Stygian Prince shou'd my Commands fullfil . Hers. Though you 're so proud to menace , know that I Do neither fear , nor yet respect your force ; My Virgin honour's able to desie The furious Current of your mighty Course . If Heaven and Earth were all at thy Command , And I alone thy Bondage did deny , My Chastity is able to withstand The Rage of thy audacious Tyranny . Besides , the Gods , ( who thy malicious Tongue Has glory'd in upbraiding thus ) Would with a Thunder-bolt prevent the wrong , And send thee headlong into Erebus . Chorus . So have I seen a lofty Cedar stand Amidst a Cops of Shrubs and ragged Trees : Her lofty Top did wave , when gently fann'd And Courted by Favonius milder breeze . But when in Storms the angry North did frown , Threat'ning the ruin of her losty Pride , She scorn'd to veil unto the angry Clown , Her sollid strength did all her force deride . An Acrostick on Madam Ann Tirrell . Admir'd Beauty , whose victorious Eyes Ne're wants a Heavenly Vertue to surprise . Nature in you alone may boast what-e're To Grecian Hellen was accounted fair . I you , as Persians do adore the Sun , Revived Phoenix , that art still but one . Roses and Lillies are too mean a Grace , Etherial Beauty Crowns your Heavenly Face ; Lasting as Fame , still may your Honour be , Like verdant Lawrel , still from Envy free . Admit my Fancy be too high , or low , Regent of Hearts , know you have made it so . On Clelia's severe Command . TO thee , O Wood , I make my moan , And sing the Accents of my groan , Which else I durst intrust to none . For since that she who I adore Has gave Command , that I no more Shou'd blaze her Fame , as heretofore , Silence it self shall louder be Than any voice which comes from me , Where any Auditor shall be . Yet every whist'ling Wind shall bear My sad Complaint unto her Ear , That her Commands were too severe . And on each Tree I 'll carve her Fame , Which still shall flourish by the same . Th' Immortal Grove shall be its Name . In which each chirping Bird shall raise Encomiums on my Clelia's praise , Whilst I in sorrow spend my Days . I 'l search the Aetnean Caverns , where The fiery Sallamanders are , To me those Flames cannot compare . Though Mulciber does there display His slaming Ensignes Night and Day ; In time those Flames may yet decay . But mine 's Eternal , and will stay , The substance ne're consumes away , The more it burns , the more it may . They are no Lovers that can tell What caus'd , how strong they love , how well ; Love does ad Infinitum dwell . I live on air of endless love , And as a shadow only move , By that which does the substance prove . I 'le search where the Chamelions are , And unto them I will declare , That Love 's as bad a Food as Air. Nay , worse , for though their Food 's but Breath , Air is their Life , Love is my Death , Hunger more Comfort wou'd bequeath . But now I nearer come , I see There can but little difference be , I am a Shadow , so is he . I 'le dig the Earth , that I may know What Nature has deny'd to show , To Moles that in her Bowels grow . And there I 'le whisper Clelia's Name , That Mines and Stones may hear the same , And tell from whence their knowledge came . But now I nearer come , I find That Moles and I are nigh of Kind ; For they as well as Love are blind . For what they dig they do not know , And labouring pain do undergo ; I love , my case is even so . Their pain is pleasure , so is mine ; But here we differ , mine 's Divine ; Their aim is Earth , mine too sublime . I 'le dive into the Watery-deep , And see the Bodies that do sleep , For whom the Waves themselves do weep . And there together with the throng Of num'rous Fish I 'll swim along , Who are like me depriv'd of Tongue . Yet cou'd I like Arion play , I 'd make those Mutes stand at a bay , Whilst I my Clelia's praise display . That so , when ever I shou'd dye , Each Element might then supply The praises of her memory . A Song . THE Fetters of Love are far stronger than hate , Fast binding the Captive , by that they call Fate , Inslaving the Senses , and dulling the Brain , For a thing of no moment , scarce worth a name , A delight that does cloy , as soon as enjoy'd , And a Fancy obtain'd we after avoid . The pleasures are past soon as ever they come , And gallop away as the Deel upon Dun. A Complaint against Cupid , for causing a distastful Love. FArewell , my scornfull Female Saint , In vain you boast your conq'ring Eyes , Whilst your deportment does depaint A Tygress o're a Sacrifice . Desist , for by the Powers above , And by the Oath they use to swear , My anger 's greater than my Love , And your disdain I scorn to bear . For your base pride you hold so high , Will at the last your self anoy , Like to the Cockatrices Eye , Whose self-reflection doth destroy . Know then , that I am no such Fool , To doat on your Complexion ; My Passion is become too cool For such a weak Infection . Those am'rous glances which I paid To those disdainful looks of thine , Are now asham'd that e're they made An Idol to adorn thy Shrine . Cupid , henceforth I vow despite Against thy Quiver and thy Bow , Did I plead Nonage in thy sight , Fond Boy , that thou shouldst use me so ? I was not born of Stygian race , Against the Gods I ne're made War , Nor did thy Temples e're deface , Or blemish'd Venus with a Scar. It was not I that took the pains Her secret Love for to discover , And bound her in Cyclopean Chains , Caressing her Licentious Lover . How came it then that thou should'st make So strange a love my Heart to seize , And give new vigor to the Snake Which was before content to freeze ? Didst thou at random shoot a Dart , Directed by no certain slight , To see if thou couldst hit a Heart Which did thy Childish Godhead slight ? Or art thou like some Idle Lad , Whom no delight can e're content , But in a humour raging mad , Throws stones into the Element ? If so , a Rod is fitter far For to correct thy Childish will , And thousand petty Gods there are Can draw thy Bow , yet never kill . But I Blaspheme , great God of Hearts , Thou did'st this thing , that thou mightst try With what a strength thy powerful Darts Force Love against Antipathy . On his viewing a Fragment of the Old James . THis piece of Wood , which now doth lye Neglected by each passer by , Not for so base a use design'd , Did once despise the Waves and Wind. This was a Member of that Frame That once did bear great Iames's his Name ; Within whose bulk there did embark More Souls than Creatures in the Ark ; And unto cruel Death did drive Far more than Noah sav'd alive . His wide-mouth'd Cannon oft did make The Watery Region to quake ; And frighted Neptune from his Seat , Whilst his shrill Tryton blew Retreat . The quondam rageing Waves did sly , And left the Neighbouring Ocean dry . His Warlike sides with fire and smoke Did oft the drunken Dutch provoke ; And made the modish French to find The difference 'twixt Smoak and Wind. Yet now , in midst of all his State , His Glory he resigns to Fate ; Like Hercules , ( though Iove his Sire ) Yields to consuming Flames of Fire . This makes the English Proverb sound , Who 's born to hang , shall ne're be drown'd . For whom the Waves cou'd never tire , Lies here at last , consum'd by Fire . An Anagram on His Highness Jame's Duke of York and Albany . JAMES STUART . Anagram . A JUST MASTER . Epigram . I 'LL boldly on , not fearing a disaster , If Life or Death can serve so Iust a Master : Susana Witherell . Anagram . U are all Whitness . Epigram . SUch great Perfection reigns through all your Soul , You are all Whiteness , not one part is soul. Another . You are all Whiteness , rare perfection ; hence Your very Name creates a Quintessence . An Acrostick . So Sweet , so Good , so Vertuous , and so Fair ! United Forces still most pow'rful are . Such conqu'ring Charms do in your Eyes appear , As gives new Luster to the Hemesphere ; Nature in you perform'd her utmost skill , Allowing priviledge to save or kill ; Who can resist the Dictates of your will ? Interiour motions from your Beauty rise , Teaching me love , which you alone despise ; How can you be so cruel for to slay Each minute , that which doth your will obey ? Reprieve's in vain , when Death hath seal'd the Fate , Ever be cruel , pity'll come to late . Like Niobe I 'le mourn , and my last breath , Like Swans , shall sing the Omen of my Death . A Song to Lucifer . WHy dost thou thus delay , O Lucifer , to usher in the day ? Sluggard , I know thy fear ; Thou know'st my Clelia will then appear , Whose blest and heavenly sight VVill doom thy Light unto Eternal Night . Nor shall we need the Sun , Bid him unto the lower VVorld return , And with his Beams of light Expel from the Abyss the Queen of Night ; For from my Clelias Eyes Proceed such Rayes as doth all Light surprize . Nor shall we need the Powers Of Moon , or Stars , or Hail , or Snow , or Showers ; For whilst on Earth she stays , With her more glorious and refulgent Rayes , Proceeding from her Eyes , Gives Birth to all , and Natures course supplies . But when she please to sly From Earth to Heaven , and be enthron'd on high , And there look down on Men , The Golden Age shall Visit Earth agen ; And all the World shall be Blest with its Primitive Fecundity . To the King 's most Excellent Majesty . OF mighty Iove I lately ask't a Boon , Which , like a God , he granted me as soon As I cou'd ask ; and gave me this Command , Go , and receive it at thy Princes Hand , Great Charles , to whom the World shall Homage pay , The Dutch , the French , the Spaniards all obey ; Whose mighty Fleets shall from the Indies bring Spice , Pearls , and Gold , as Presents to the King. Thou need'st not doubt , thy wants he 'll soon supply , From his so unexhausted Treasury . No more he said , the God I straight ador'd , With Hecatombs of Thanks his Altar stor'd ; And big with expectation to receive The promis'd Gift , I thought my King wou'd give . Some Days , some Weeks , some Months I spent in vain , Each moment full of hopes of promis'd gain ; And still my want increas'd . I therefore then Swore ne're to trust a Heathen God agen , But to my Soveraign my wants declare , Whose Clemency shall suit unto my Prayer . Thus shall th' admiring World perceive the odds Between our Christian Kings , and Heathen Gods. A Song . FRom Salamis when Teucer fled , And left his Country , then With Poplar Boughs he Crown'd his Head , And all his Warlike Men ; And with a Bowl of fragrant Wine With Bachus did caress , Drowning their Souls in Muscadine , Joy'd with such happiness . So let us like Immortal Souls Our life in pleasure spend , Quassing our time in lusty Bowls , Which never shall have end . Thus shall we make the Powers above To envy our delight , And Cupid , Prince and God of Love , To Revel all the Night . Thus shall we make the Gods despise The sweet and pleasant taste Of Nectar , which they once did prize , Drank by Immortal Race . Thus each of us shall be a Star , And with the Gods combine In their Divinity to share , As they shall in our Wine . Frange ●oros , Pete vina , rosas cape , tingere nardo . Dido's Expostulation . THey say , that Souls departed , first must run To Styx , and so unto Elizium . They tell me wonders , and they likewise show Th' Immortal Pleasures of the Shades below . I dare not trust loud Fame , but , if I might , My wandring Soul should pass to Styx this Night . Fond Heart , ne're fear , undoubtedly 't is so , Be resolute , for thou mayst safely go . Well , I 'm resolv'd , and if that Fame doth lie , Let Fortune do her worst , I can but dye . And now this Sword shall pass into my veins And ease my Heart of all my cruel pains ; My vital Spirits saint , I come , I come , To my sweet rest , even to Elizium . Dido and Charon . Did. A Boat , a Boat. Ch. Who calls ? Did. Charon , 't is I , A Soul drove by Immense extremity To leave the furious Earth , and now am come To thee , to row me to Elizium . Ch. What is thy Name ? Did. Dido , who just now sway'd Thy Scepter , Carthage , who great Kings obey'd . Ch. What brought thee hither ? freely now relate The real cause of this thy sudden Fate . Did. Make no delay , sweet Charon , pitty me , Involv'd by Fate in this Calamity . Ch. Thou canst not pass , 't is vain for thee to strive , The Gods command , and I cannot connive . Did. O Cruelty ! then must I tell the cause ? I have transgress'd the great Commands and Laws Of the just Gods , thus to anticipate The desperate force of my too rigid Fate . Ch. What was the motive ? Did. Love. Ch. The Gods forbid . Wou'd such a thing from Mortal Race were hid ? O 't was not Love , but Glory and Revenge , And had not Fate commanded such to range A hundred years on this side Styx , my Boat Ere now had been as tatter'd as my Coat . Did. Charon . Ch. I cannot stay , but must be gone , And leave thee here most sadly to bemoan Thy desp'rate folly , with those Shades that fly Like num'rous Troops of Atoms in the Skie . Did. But where is then Sicheus ? Ch. Pish , he 's free From all those troubles that attend on thee ; He 's in Elizium . Did. What can he rest , When I with sorrow am so much opprest ? Let not the burden of my grief exceed . Ch. This is enough to make the Rocks to bleed , And Gods relent . Did. My very Soul doth swell , My Heart doth burn worse than the Flames of Hell ; My Princely Power is gone , where 's Honours now , Those regal Titles that did crown my Brow ? Ch. Honour ! there 's no such thing , the meanest Slave Is equal to a Queen when in the Grave . Here 's no distinction , Kings and Princes all Must bear that equal Sentence that shall fall Upon them , for their bad or good intent , Firmly enacted by Heavens Parliament . Sub tua purpurei venient vestigia Reges Deposito luxu : turbaque cum paupere mixti Omnia mors equat , &c. AN envious , angry , sluggish , drunken Lover , His Passion , and his Vice at once discover ; A vicious Passion quickly will discover An envious , angry , sluggish , drunken Lover ; A sluggish drunken Lover in a trice Discovers both his Passion and his Vice ; His anger and his envy quickly be Disclos'd by Wine , In Wine is Verity . Desire of sloath , and lust of Wine may prove An Antidote against the power of Love ; Anger and Envy , in one Breast confin'd , Love ne're will stumble at , though Love is blind . Who e're to Wrath or Envy will give place , May he ne're meet with any chast Embrace . Those that to Sloath and Wine addicted be , May live with Epicurus , not with me . The Confidence of a Iust Man. NO Salvage Tyranny , no desp'rate War , No cruel Fortune , nor unlucky Jar , No trembling Earthquake , nor the Potent Hand Of thund'ring Iupiter , whose high command Doth claim obedience , no , not if the frame Of Nature were involved in the same , And the whole Fabrick by disorder brought , Shou'd be converted suddenly to nought ; Like hopeless Wretches , it cou'd never fright My Heart , and make me tremble at the sight ; Nor cou'd it shake the Castle of my Soul , That 's fortifi'd beyond such weak control . My Valiant Heart ne're sears the scorching Sun , Nor the strange Operations of the Moon ; No Comet hath the power to make me fear , Not though his Beard portend a Famine neer , Or Pestilence , or Sword , or what is worse , All Heavenly Influence turn'd into a Curse . For what are these , but secondary things , And in the Hands of the great King of Kings , VVho can dispose of us , and all of these , Not as we wou'd , but as himself does please ? Si fractus illabatur orbis Impavidum ferient ruinae . On the Death of Mr. William Goffe , late Gallant to the Lady Willoughby Yeomans , kill'd by Richard Love. HOw , Goffe forsook her ! 't is as true as may be , He has took distast , and so has left my Lady . This should not be , for Ladys have such Art , VVhen they have got possession of a Heart , They know their forces , and with cunning sway , No Heart can mutiny or disobey . Some say he 's dead . This then will end the strife , Death robb'd my Lady , as she robb'd his VVife . By what rude Hand was it that he did fall ? By Love. O mighty Love , thou conquer'st all ! Hast thou again mistook ? has Death and thee Been conversant and chang'd Artillery ? Reclaim thy Errour , see what thou hast done , Give Death his Arrows , and take thou thy own . Ah Madam , now where were those powerful Charms That should have kept your Lover in your Arms ? Come tell me , Venus , is not Love your Son , The same with Cupid ? Then what has he done ? O he has slain thy Mars , and Arms put on VVould fright Achilles and his Myrmodons ; But yet methinks your Lover should not dye , Death sure cannot resist a Ladies Eye . Go touch his liveless Corps , and when that 's done , The Tyrant needs must give you what 's your own But that Dame Baucis will put in a Plea , E'ne take him Death , for he belongs to me : Unless to share him , you have got the Art , Half for my Lady , Death take Baucis part ; As the Twin Stars by turn shine in the Skie , One day he shall survive , the next day dye . But we have found a better way then this , Madam , my Lady , or what else you please , Shall put on all her Ornaments and Geer , Step down to Hell , and find her Lover there ; There intercede with Proserpine the Queen , And if she can but him from thence redeem , She shall in partnership no longer be , But by this means gain the Monopoly . Now Orpheus for a Women once did so , She for a Man , will make it quid for quo . But here perchance you 'l say , 't is basely done , Thus to insult upon a Ladies wrong . Which I 'le deny , for many in your sight , Do think far worse than I intend to Write ; And though they do not speak , their thoughts are free : A secret's worse than open Enemy : But I am neither . Deaths severer Brow , Presents his Image , that I write of now , And to my thoughts most sadly does discover The grief that you conceive for such a Lover . But this does most of all my passion move , That he who liv'd by Love , shou'd dye by Love. But I have done , lest this shou'd give offence , My Ne plus ultra makes a recompence . A Lovers Complaint . AH fainting Breath , there 's nought can yield relief Unto a wounded Soul , whose murm'ring grief Loves no delay , but like the rising Sun , Still perseveres until his course is done . What shall I speak ? or what can I devise ? I 'le rather dye , than once Apostatize . Nor shall my panting Breath your shade defame , I 'll honour you , and Idolize your Name ; And though at last you scorn me till I dye , I needs must love you to Eternity . Love in Ambiguity . WHy shou'd I urge my Love , since that I know Her Merit 's great , and my Desert's as low ? My thought 's as high as his who did aspire To climb the Charriot of Etherial Fire ; And rashly perish'd , such has my fault been , His was the King of Light , and mine the Queen . I fondly thought , Prometheus-like , to steal The heavenly Flame her Beauty does conceal ; And for my Error feel the raging smart , Which Vulture-like does seed upon my Heart . Pardon my rashness , mighty Queen of Hearts , And thou great God of Love , whose peircing darts No Medium knows , but either help or kill , Must I the Number of thy victims sill ? O play not with my Heart , as Children do With some poor Bird , which while they love , they shew . One over-weening grasp of life bereaves , And in a moment all the joy deceives . But why do I thus deprecate in vain , Hoping for what I never can obtain ? Alas ! unworthy Wrecth , too great a sire Has on a sudden kindled thy desire Beyond thy Fortune ; as some Country Wight , Who never knew the Wars , or how to fight , Talks Big or Stoutly , and resolves to try His ne're prov'd Courage on the Enemy ; But when he sees the adverse Host draw nigh , And now or never all his Manhood try , He throws his Arms away , resolves to yield , And like a Vassal quits the ne're sought Field ; Just so did I , my actions , thoughts , and all , Let all objections in a moment fall ; Untill your Heavenly Beauty I did see , Alas ! too strong an Enemy for me . At the first sight I yielded Heart and Will , Lady , to be at you Devotionr still . Among the many Trophies then that wait Upon your Beauty , let it be my Fate , Or rather Fortune , since it cannot be Counted a Bondage , where the Body's free , But why the Body ? Body , Heart , and Mind , Unto your Beauty are alike confin'd , Are either fix'd , or move by your direction ; Yet proud , in being Vassals to Perfection . Eccho to the Painter , out of Ausonius . ALas ! fond Painter , why dost strive to grace An unknown Goddess with a fancy'd Face ? I am the Daughter of the Tongue , and Wind , An empty Mother , Voice without a Mind . I dying sounds fetch back with living tone , And others mock with Words that are my own . I in thy Ears my Habitation found , And if thou mean'st to paint me , paint a Sound . A Dialogue between an Aethiopian , and a White Virgin. Vir. AFfright me not , you urge your suit in vain ; More Fear than Love your Hellish looks have bred . Eternal terror seize you for your pain ; Think you I 'll take a Devil to my Bed ? Go Court the Darkness , Wed thy self to Night ; Fry in your Sands , and search for grains of Gold ; O Sun , how canst thou thus behold a sight That will thy glorious beams in darkness fold ! Sure thou art Pluto , ugly infernal Prince , Be gone , I say , be gone to the Divine And Beautious Creature thou didst ravish hence , The lovely , Fair , and Charming Proserpine . Eth. Whitest of Whites , more lovely than the day , Which from the East in radiant beams appears , More lovely to my sight than Cynthia , Which twice six times a year her Beauty clears , Despise me not because that I am black ; The Sun you speak of lyes so neer our Land , We have him in our Face , you on your Back ; Nay , sometimes with him we walk Hand in Hand . Since then that he who the whole World surveys , Doth deal his Blessings with partiality , You he does warm , us scorcheth with his Rays ; Your Beauty works the like effect on me . Vir. My Beauty , Slave ! stop that presumptious word ; Shall such a Harpy ever speak my Name ? Does Earth another Cacus yet afford ? What was I born to be a sport to Fame ? Thou art that brand the fatal Sisters threw Into the Fire at Meleager's Birth , Which half consum'd , in hast Althaea drew Out of the Flame ; be gone , thou Son of Earth ▪ Eth. Alas ! too cruel Nymph , despise me not ; A Slave I am , but unto none but you . Whiteness in you none counteth as a spot ; And in our Black lies our chief glory too . The Day is pleasant unto every sight , And all men praise the glory of the Sun ; Yet when 't is gone , how soon they hug the Night , And sleeping , in its sable Bosom run . 'T is only Fancy moves the Sphere of Love ; No Colour wards , where Cupid shoots his dart ; Thou God , who all things with thy power dost move , With one small touch O wound this Virgins Heart ; That she who doth thy Power so much despise , May quickly by experience learn to know , Thou only giv'st those leave to Tyrannize That pay submission to thy Conquering Bow. Observe the Rain-bow , view the Colours there , Looks it not pleasant unto every Eye ? Diversity of Colours makes it fair : Discord in Musick makes an Harmony . Since then that I am Black , and you are Fair , What a sweet Babe may come from such a pair ? An Epitaph . UPon this Marble Stone forbear to tread , Or to deface the Relicks of the Dead ; Yet Read , and so let fall a Tear in Verse , To pay Devotions to his mourning Herse . Here 's Vertue laid , and Piety lies slain , Who the three Graces shall revive again : Those Powers Immortal , who in Heaven do shine That Trinity , although One God Divine , Shall raise his Body glorious from the Dust , Who in his Maker did repose that trust . The Lovers Iubile . 'T Was Evening when the Suns departure made The open grounds a comfortable shade ; When walking forth to view the fragrant Fields , The sweet variety that Flora yields , Near to a Myrtle Grove a Cave I spy'd , By which a pleasant Stream did gently glide : Amidst the Grove an ancient Altar stands , Almost defac'd by irreligious hands . This I repair'd , and said , O Goddess , now , Who e're thou art , receive my sacred Vow , And grant my Suit , and let some pity move In Clelia's Heart a more propitious Love. Off'rings by me shall ever be repaid Upon this Altar , though by time decay'd , And Mans ingratitude . Then looking round , I spy'd an Iv'ry Image on the ground . Hail Power , said I , what impious hand hath done So vile an Act ? who wou'd such honour shun ? I washt it in the Stream , and to it said , Ah beautious Image , fair Pigmaleon Maid : Then gazing on it , where a Fillet ty'd The Ivory Hair , this Motto I espy'd ; In Honour of the mighty Cyprean Goddess . O thou Illustrious Queen of Love , said I , What Hand cou'd do this great Impiety ? What Impious Creature was it durst prophane Thy sacred Shrine ? O Sin without a Name ! Against a Myrtle by the Altar stood The Goddess Seat , Arch'd round with Carved Wood , There I the Image set , and having laid My Hand upon the Altar , thus I pray'd . Great Paphian Goddess , Cytherean Shrine , Whose presence , I acknowledge , is Divine . If to this Grove or Altar I have done Ought Meritor'ous , or have favour won , Let Love to all more mild and gentle be , And cease to punish Mans Impiety . A thousand Lovers shall this Grove frequent , And offer Odours of the purest scent . The Shepherds that possess the Vales shall bring Their Sheep-hooks crown'd to thee an Offering . The Altar shook , the Myrtles seem'd to move , Resounding murmuring Notes of happy Love. Celestial Musick did salute my Ears , VVhen lo , the God of Love to me appears , And says , Young Man , this Bow my hand doth hold , Le ts sly no Arrow , but the Head is Gold. Thy Prayer is heard , the Goddess is appeas'd , And every Lover of his pain is eas'd . No Jealousie or Fears shall now torment A Lovers Joy , or ravish his Content . The fairest Nymphs , whose Beauty wins the Bays , Shall sing Encomiums of her Lovers praise . The fairest Shepherdess ( for Love hath Charms ) Shall fold a naked Shepherd in her Arms ; Fair Daphne playing on a rural Quill , Both Hills and Dales with Corydon shall fill , And Corydon shall VVoods and Springs possess VVith praises of his Loving Shepherdess . Loves mutual Sympathy shall Crown the Year , And thou whose Heart doth Loves Idea bear , Shalt in thy Clelia find a quick return , VVho , in thy absence , flames of Love do burn : And e're the Sun the Horizon decline , Her beautious Body shall be joyn'd to thine . This said , he lightly from the Altar Springs , And Fans the sounding Grove with tow'ring wings . Then on a sudden , through my swelling Veins Loves passion glides , and all my Bones inflames ; And having gain'd the Conquest of my Breast , Reigns Monarch there , and scorns to be supprest , The Goddess then adoring , I a way Espy'd , which 'twixt the Shrine and Altar lay : This path I follow'd , Fortune was my guide , And led me all along the River side , VVhere Multitude of Lovers did resort , Filling the Fields with all delightful sport . Some in the stream their tender Limbs unite , Like Salamacis and Hermaphrodite ; Others upon the ground so closely lye , You 'd take them for the Zodiack Geminy . One's plaiting Garlands , ' tother 's twisting Boughs , Commixt with Flowers , to bind her Lovers brows . One's braiding of the Hair , another tries VVith pleasant Songs to close her Lovers Eyes . This seeming coy , a thousand pretty ways Her eager Lover to her Arms betrays . That skill'd in nothing , but pure Innocence , Thinks to delay her Lover's an offence . O happy place ! said I , and down I lay Upon a rising ground that did survey The posture of each Lover , when from far A Lady came , just as a rising Star. The lighter Vestments that her parts infold , VVere Azure Silk , and interweav'd with Gold ; Her Hair was braided , drest with Ribbons ; so Iris appears , drest in her mantling Bow. A Silver Veil her beauteous Face did shade , So fine , you 'd say 't was by Arachne made . The emulous Winds her swelling Garments kiss , VVhich to my view betray'd a Lovers Bliss . I gaz'd , not able to revert my Eyes From Loves great Charms , and sacred Novelties : Thy Fate , Acte on , then I did bemone , And fear'd it instantly might be my own ; But as she nearer came unto my view , My doubts were clear'd , and I my Clelia knew ; I ran to meet her , when her eager steps Prevents my speed , and in my Arms she leaps ; Clasping I laid me gently on the ground , Millions of kisses their successors found . I ruffled up her Silks which kept the way Unto the Paradise where Cupid lay ; She made resistance , such as might be said , Thou shalt enjoy , and yet I 'le dye a Maid . Her Eyes declar'd her Pleasure and Content , And what she did was out of Complement . What thought can know the Pleasures I enjoy'd ? Immortal Pleasures , never to be cloy'd . But till in modest terms I can express My full fruition , you have leave to guess . VVe bound our Brows with Myrtle , and teturn'd Unto the Grove , and sweetest Odours burn'd ; VVe deck'd the Shrine with Garlands , and this day For ever we our Annual Rites will pay ; And unto every Lover this shall be ( Great Paphian Queen ) a joyful Jubile . On Love. LOves Charms all humane force do sway , And Monarchs do his Power obey . Nor is there any can resist , He makes them Love , and when he list , No place prescrib'd , now here , now there , The surest place is any where . A Song . COme , let 's to the Tavern be gone , The day does begin to decline , All the time we do lose VVe basely abuse The longing desire of VVine . Boy , call up your Ladies of Pleasure , No Stoick with us shall tarry , VVe 'll drink all the Night And take our delight , Let Sectary Dreamers marry . Come , fill the Glass full to the Brim , Though Iove our Pleasure opposes , Our Pallates 't will please And expel all Disease , And inflame our frollick Reposes . VVe laugh at the madness of those VVho heap up a Mass of Treasure , VVe hate a base Miser , But we will be wiser , And confound all our Riches in Pleasure . Thus , like Gods , we 'll have pleasure in store , And our Wine shall roar in like the Waves , And in spight of pale Death , That destroyer of Breath , We 'll keep Revellings yet in our Graves . The Surrender . I Yield , dear Enemy , nor now Can I resist so sweet a Brow ; For who would not a slave remain , On whom thou please to lay thy Chain ? For with such love thy Yoak I take , As Martyrs that embrace a Stake . Now since I own this great defeat , Command thy Forces to retreat , And vail those charming looks , from whence My Ruine comes , by Innocence : And since I yield my self your Slave , Let Beauty , which the conquest gave , Not triumph in the vanquisht foil , Or glory in your Captives spoil . The noble Lyon in his rage Disdains his Forces to engage Against a prostrate Worm , from whence His vallour can have no pretence : Such honours always did pursue The Roman Valour as their due : And since that you have now put on The Courage of an Amazon , An Angels Beauty , such a form May glorified Saints adorn ; May all their Vertues take a place To grace thy Heart as well as Face , And in thy Breast some pitty plant , The only Good that thou dost want : Thus shall my Chain more gentle prove , Supported by the Wings of Love. I love a Lass that will not wed , Yet vallues not her Maiden-head ; That is not peevish , proud , nor poor , That scorns the Title of a Whore ; That can both Dance , and Sing , and Quass , And , in what ever humour , Laugh ; Who swears by Fate , she 'll not abuse What Nature gives her leave to use ; Yet to a Friend will not be coy , But give him leave for to enjoy What he desires , so he 'll conceal Those hidden Pleasures which they steal . She is not such as stand without , And call to every rabble Rout , Crying , Turn in , thou honest Fellow , Until their — is grown so mellow , That even the Pox would scorn to dwell In such a loathsom nasty Cell . A vengance take such Whores as these , 〈◊〉 are far worse than the Disease ; I cannot guess but their descent Was from some nasty Excrement ; Else cou'd they ne're infect the Earth With Plagues , but from so base a Birth . A Dream . WHen Titan hasted from his heavenly Sphere , And Thetis modest Blushes did appear ; Grown weary with the fervor of the day , Upon the Banks of a cool Brook I lay ; The shallow Stream soft murmuring did yield , A whistling Zeph'rus cool'd the heated field ; The Birds in Trees with their mellodious Throats Prattled the discord of divided Notes . The Hills the sound repell'd , the Virgin Voice To every accent lent a parting Noise . The Grashopper ( whose shriller voice repairs The smalness of his kind ) with pleasant Airs Made all the Fields to ring , such harmony Proceeded from th' Innumerable Fry. I fancy'd this to be th' Elizean Groves , The happy Paradise of all chast Loves ; And wisht my Clelia here , when happily A silent slumber clos'd my twinkling Eye . Behold , the God of Dreams before me stood , And with his Leaden Wand he smooth'd the flood , And brusht the whistling Winds , which forthwith lay Upon the ground as Dews that fall in May. A gen'ral silence cover'd all the place , And on my Head he laid his drowsie Mace ; Earth seem to vanish , Heaven for to descend , A hundred Thrones one Goddess did attend , VVho in a Rain-bow Robe , commixt with Rays , Such as Sol wears when he the VVorld surveys , Enters the Pallace ; from her sparkling Eye ; Proceeded Love , and awful Majesty . A Throne there was , Twelve Lyons did uphold , Set round with Amethysts in beaten Gold. The steps were Crowns , Scepters , and Diadems , Rubies , and Saphirs , and commixed Gems . The Goddess this ascends , whose heavenly Face Did quite eclipse the luster of the place ; Millions of Cupids , in their Liveries , Attend the motion of her sparkling Eyes . A Herauld then the Goddess will proclaims , And summons all who burn with Love's fierce Flames T' appear before the Throne . VVithout delay , Innumerable Troops her will obey . And here 't was worthy of ones observation , To see each Mimick fool it in his station . One in an antick posture leads a Dance , And swears each step is Alamode de France ; 'Tother more solid , walks a State-Corant , And Pedigreed Antiquity doth vaunt . The next a puling Lover , foreward steers , His Eyes deject , distill abundant Tears , Complaining of his cruel Fate , to move In some base Punk a more auspicious love ; A braging , roaring Russian next appears , Who talks of desolation , racks and fears ; Affrights his Love , who he doth strive to gain , And thinks Bellona one of Venus train . Some aged Fools I saw among the rest , Who time of every Sense did quite divest ; Shaking their hoary Heads , in their esteem , As Complaisant as when they were Sixteen ; Protesting Love , in such a doleful strain , As Ghosts are wont who Visit Earth again . But that which mov'd me most , was for to see My Brother Poets sensless foolery . Loaden with Anagrams , Acrosticks , time Was never spent in cobling of such Rhime : Some weep in Elegie , and Epitaph , Whose Nonsense well might cause the dead to laugh ; Others more Jocund , Songs and Catches make , And sure they are , that every Clause will take . And in a word , though all was but delusion , It was the perfect Map of meer confusion . The Goddess smil'd , ( as well she might ) to see The true adorers of her Deity So much deluded by each Idle Passion , Which was by custom grown into a fashion ; And gave Command , for 't was her will and Pleasure , Which rashly broke , they might repent at leasure , That none shou'd Court in any other sort Then what was us'd when Mars and she did sport ; Think you , said she , that Peleus e're had sped So happily in Thetis pregnant Bed , Who oft by varying forms she did delude , If not by force he had her charms subdu'd ? Did not th' Infernal Prince ascend from Hell , To Lights abode , where Gods and Men do dwell , And took thy Daughter , Ceres , to Command The utmost limits of th' Infernal Land ? Yes , Proserpine was fair , a Goddess too , What cannot Love , that mighty Monarch , do ? Think you that Iove , Father of Gods and Men , Had e're enjoy'd Agenor's lovely Gem , If not by Pollicy made his escape , And then confirm'd his Passion with a Rape ? And thousands more were won after this fashion , Not courted with an Idle whining passion . Fortune assists the bold , who Courts by Letter Is counted modest , yet thought ne're the better ; For Women love those that are brisk and free , And hate the lasie Lovers Pedantry . If they slight you , do you but then slight them , The Women soon will learn to Court the Men : Did not the Beautious Eccho Court in vain The self admiring Boy , who with disdain Her love repaid , did not Medea wo The Emonean Prince with love and Magick too ? And Sylla too , by Impious love misled , Her Father slew , to gain just Minos Bed ; And both her self and Purple Hair did bring Pledges of love , unto the Cretan King. And Dido , whilst her love she did pursue , The Trojan Prince to her embraces drew . 'T is only Custom makes them claim as due The Adoration that belongs to you ; Your servile Yoak of passion quickly break , And put in practice what you hear me speak . They all assent , and wisely did approve The wholsom Counsel of the Queen of Love , And so departed : when a pretty Lass , Which in the dark might for my Lady pass , Gave me a kiss , and to me smiling sed , She thought the Grass as good as any Bed ; I hugg'd a wholsom Girl in my esteem ; So wak'd , and vext , I found it but a Dream . To the Honourable Jonathan Atkins , Governour of the Barbadoes . WIth joy like ours the mighty Roman State Their Capitolean Triumphs celebrate . Sing Io Peans for their Victory , And Trophies bring , great God of VVar , to thee . Yet we to you Great Sir , will Trophies bring Of Peace , a more delightful Offering . Our VVoods shall ring , whilst we bring Myrtle Boughs , Commixt with Bays , to crown your sacred Brows . And thou Daphnean Lawrel too shall joyn Thy verdant Leaves , which shall his Temples twine . Ceres , Pomona , Flora , all shall bring The Glorys of the Summer , Autumn , Spring . The great Survey or of the East , and West Shall fire the Spices of the Phoenix Nest ; And Iove's great Bird shall in her Tallons bring The living Phoenix as an Offering ; Iris to both the Poles her Bow shall tye , VVhose party-colour'd Robes adorn the Skie . The spangled Orbs their glory shall dispence Upon this Isle , with sacred Influence . All things shall strive to add some glory to This Fertil Isle , that 's Governed by you , Even senseless things : And shall I silent sit , And slear at all , for to be thought a VVit , Like many Foppish Gallants now adays ? No , I 'le present you with this sprig of Bays . Inspire my Muse , thou sacred God of Verse , VVhilst in Heroick Numbers I rehearse The glory , safety , and the blest content , Depends , Great Sir , upon your Government . The Rich , the Poor , the Strong , the Impotent , Each in his Station reaps a blest content . The Rich his Land and Cattle doth obtain , The Poor Man reaps the fruit of all his pain , The strong Mans strength is curb'd from Tyranny ; The weak ne're fears his angry Enemy . Here no Man falls by cruel hand of VVar , Nor raging Tumults terrifie from far ; But here in safety every man does lye , Reaping the joys of such Tranquillity . Vive le Roy. Great Charles , thou didst foresee This Countrys good , and Long'd for Liberty . Great Ionathan our David well did know , On whom his Love and Honour to bestow ; Else had this Isle ne're seen this happy time , More Fertil by your presence , than the Clime . O happy Island ! O Thrice happy Land , VVhose Regiment is given to your Hand ▪ Rule as you please , those Pow'rs that reign above Inspire your Soul with a paternal Love ; Infusing in our Hearts Obedience still , Governing all our Actions by your VVill. O mibi tam longe maneat pars ultima vitae Spiritus , & quantum sat erit sua dicere facta Non me carminibus vincet nec Thracius Orpheus , Nec Linus . On the Nine Muses , out of Ausonius . CLio relates things done , and gives the time ; Melpomene delights in Tragick Rhyme ; Thalia sports it in lascivious Verses , Euterpe sweet and pleasant things reherses ; Terpsicore with Harps the mind inspires ; Erato dancing most of all desires ; Calliope brave Deeds to Books commits ; Urania to Astronomy submits ; Polhymnia describes with hand and gesture In midst of these , Apollo most Divine VVith his diffusive Spirit cheers the Nine . To Clelia . HEiress of love , and glory of the Time , Angelick Beauty shining in your Prime ; Thus Gods in ancient times did terrifie Poor Mortals by approaching Deity , As when you show the luster of your Eye ; Whose high Majestick grace , when lookt upon , Doth cause an awful adoration . Never did Egypt Apis worship more , Offering their lives , then we do you adore ; The Sun-burnt African , of sable hue , VVorships the Moon , and thinks it may be you . The Persian , the Sun , and thinks he spies The glory only propper to your Eyes . But we enlightned by that glorious light Wou'd make a Sun-shine in the darkest Night , Do really adore that high persection Which they enjoy but only by reslexion . Fair Clelia , then give me but leave to say , I shall no more delight to see the day , Than see you happy , which shall ever be The greatest happiness can come to me . On the undaunted Courage of a Shipwrackt Captain . HArk how the roaring Winds , ( great God of Thunder , ) Exalt the briny Floods , to tear a sunder Our well rig'd Vessel riding on the Main , Whose lofty threatned Pendant does disdain Proud Neptunes angry Power , and awful wrath , Dashing the boldest of his Waves to Froth . Which when the King of Floods with anger saw , His awful Trident scorning to withdraw , He summon'd all the Waves , and did implore The Eolean aid , which made the Winds to roar . Now like to Mountains rise the Waves on high , Tossing the nimble Vessel to the Skie ; Then by a great descent she falls again Into the gaping Bowels of the Main . No voice is heard , in vain they spend their Breath , Two Elements at once conspire their Death . The Mariners are stupisi'd with fear , The skilful Pilot knows not how to steer . The Ocean boils , and , to augment the rage , The Winds from ev'ry Point the Floods engage . Heavens face is cover'd with a Veil of Night , The Thunder bearing Clouds ejected Light From all Parts flies , and in this wretched state , Presents to all an unavoided Fate . Which when the Captain saw , he gaz'd a while , To see their manly Courage thus recoil ; And with more Pow'r than Neptune , which doth sway His wat'ry Trident , which the Waves obey , His loud Imperial voice commands a peace , Whose Eccho stops the Waves , and makes them cease . Or like fierce Mars , with an undaunted minde , As if their God the wat'ry Realm did bind , He cuts the smiling Ocean , and does stand As the Supream that Governs Sea and Land. Now by this time a frighted Wave appears At Neplune's Court , relating all their fears ; Telling , some mighty God usurp'd his Seat , And all the Waves lay prostrate at his Feet . The Sea-green God all in a rage appears , And the shrill Trytons Visage anger bears ; The Mermaids skip and dance about the Boat , Which Seamen say does dreadful Storms denote , And so it was . The Misty Shades of Night All on a sudden robb'd 'em of the Light. The Heavens began to roare , the Waves arise , Dashing their briny Floods against the Skies . The Captain strives in vain the Ship to save , While on each side appears a threatning Grave . There 's no cessation , VVaves the VVaves outvies , And threaten Heaven with their batteries . VVhat shou'd they do , poor men ? their Courage fails , And all their hopes are shatter'd as their Sails . They all stand stupifi'd , like senseless stocks , VVhilst the craz'd Vessel 's dash'd against the Rocks . The Captain then , with a Couragious motion , ' Leaps in the raging Bowels of the Ocean , And with his threatning Sword he cuts the Waves , The raging Floods with Valour he outbraves ; And swimming to the Shoar , his Sword he shakes , Whereat the roaring Sea retires and quakes . But all his men , alas ! like silly Sheep , Sink to the bottom of the swelling Deep . Yet he 's ne're daunted , his firm Soul stands fast Upon its Basis , stedfast to the last . What Noble Hero ever cou'd do more Than be o're Land and Sea a Conquerour ? To his Verses . Go tell my fair , that I Must let her know I love , or dye . Nor can the knowledge be Enough , O no , she too must pitty me . Alas ! What did I say ? Is pitty all that she must pay ? No , she must yet do more , Love me as much as I adore , And joyn in One these Three , Know , Love , and Pitty me . On Parson Andrew's , Parazitical Sermon to Mr. Evans , Mayor of Shaston . WHere is this Boanerges , that dares batter The Churches Faith , and in a Pulpit slatter ? VVho fears not both in Sermon and in Prayer ▪ For to delude Our Worshipful the Mayor , And make the People think , if he were able , That he in all things is Infallible ? Let him do what he will , it does appear , He must be one of Gods Vicegerents here . Believe him but in this , and next you then Must both believe in Mayor and Aldermen , And add it to your Creed ; and then you may Say Mass , and to the Fur-gown'd Idol Pray ; And thus he puts a slur upon the Nation , And brings it off , This Ancient Corporation . This ancient Corporation's not so blind , But see the VVallet of his faults behind ; And hold it for a true and Christian Canon , The Parson cannot serve his God and Mammon : But Andrew's sham-Apostle thought in Meter Something to say in praise of Simon Peter . Nor will his Plea excuse him , though he say , 'T is Oratoria licentia . On a Wife . OUt , or I burst ! VVhat damn'd confounded spell Made Orpheus run to fetch a VVife from Hell ? VVhat was it mov'd that madness in his Breast ? He by a Legion surely was possest Of master-Devils . Had he lov'd the Pox , And all the Plagues were in Pandora's Box , Embrac'd all Vice , though loathsom and impure , Heaven might in pitty yet afford a Cure. But when they come to that licentious life , To fawn , and hug , and doat upon a VVife , There 's no Salvation for such cursed Elves , They may , like Iudas , go and hang themselves . Had Adam ne're seen Eve for to entice , He doubtless yet had liv'd in Paradise . That curs'd Satanick Engin , not content To damn her self to endless punishment , Intic'd our Father Adam for to eat The fruit of Life , and Death inflicting meat . And ever since each cursed Iezabel Has led her Husband the right way to Hell. O rare advice to Iob ! why dost retain Thy foolish Righteousness so long in vain ! Lo , the reward of all thy Piety ! Take thy Wife's Counsel , curse thy God and dye . Counsel so good , who coud not chuse but take , Though not for Hells , yet for his poor Wifes sake ? Damn'd Monster , cou'dst thou find no other way Than this , thy righteous Husband to betray ? Can e're a Man expect a moments rest , That hugs so curst a Viper in his Breast . Woman brings VVo , 't is true , her very Name An adjunct is of Sorrow unto man ; Let her be fair or foul , airy or dull , Peevish or pleasant , kind or unnatural ; She 's but the Devils bait for to trepan Poor , fond , uxorious , and silly Man. Naides , Draides , Hymen , Orpheus , Euridice . Naides . O Hymen , come away , Frame no excuses for a longer stay ; For hand in hand The Lovers stand , And think each hour a year Until thy tedious Godhead does appear . Dra. Great God of Nuptual Rites , Orpheus and his Euridice invites Thee to their Feast , Wich shall be blest With mutual Joy , if thou appear , And cause a general Mirth throughout the year . Hym. Shame on your uglie hast , That thus disturbs and calls away so fast , In Stygian damp They have dipt my Lamp , Yet may the Omen be Far from my Orpheus and Euridice . Chorus . Far be the Omen , we Do hope from him , and his Euridice . Ye Gods that hear What we prepare , Our Sacrifice and Song , Where Beasts and Trees shall caper in a throng . Orph. What over tedious stay , My fair Euridice does thus betray ? The slying hours , Whose mutual powers , Lest they too slow appear , Take Cupids Wings , and hasten from their Sphere . Eurid . The time I think mispent That robs my Orpheus of the least content . A Lovers fear Is always neer ; Yet shall thy Beauteous praise Appear more blest , cause thou didst Tantalize . A Song by Orpheus . Poor Tantalus , I pitty thee , Who Court'st the Wave , and Woo'st the Tree ; The water slides just as he sips , And so avoids his amorous Lips ; The Golden Fruit his lust intice , VVhich he wou'd tast at any price : But Fare resists his strong desires , For whilst he gapes , the Fruit retires ; VVhat fault , alas ! cou'd this deserve , In midst of plenty thus to starve ? Thou art like a Miser ▪ cloath'd in Rags , VVhilst he sits brooding o're his Bags . And dares not touch ought of his store , But is in midst of plenty Poor . Hym. Hail to the lovely pair , For whose sweet sake I hither made repair , Firmly to lie In Amity , Beauty and Love , which be Compris'd in Orpheu's and Euridice . Orph. VVelcomer than the day , Hymen , what was the cause of this delay ? Cou'dst thou find out A cause of doubt , Or thought that there might be In either of us Mutability ? Hym. Brave Prince of Poets , no ; By this delay I strove to let you know Some cruel Fate Does on you wait , VVhich all your Pleasure banes , Fast bound by Fate in Adamantine Chains . Orph. The Gods with ease afflict Poor Mortals , who their power can't contradict ; And we adore That power the more , And herein surely trust , If we but once are good , that they are just . Eurid . None but the Guilty fear , And what they fear , 't is Justice they shou'd bear : Let nothing cause A farther pause , But in this Temple joyn Two Hands , Two Hearts , which Fate cannot untwine . Hym. Goddess of Hearts , Before whose Throne VVith equal parts Two and yet One Themselves present , To the intent That thou mayst ever be Propitious to their Love and Amity . Grant their Requests , Let lasting Peace In mutual Breasts Ever increase ; And may they prove True as the Dove , And may they also be Inrich'd with a most numerous Progenie . For by this Light , And Altars fume , Which in thy sight We here consume , Thou ne're didst bless With happiness Two Lovers that will prove More great in Merit , or more true to Love. Chorus . Let pleasing smiles And mutual Joy The time beguile , And never cloy . Let pleasant Theams , In gentle Dreams , Increase their generous fire , And kindle Flames that never shall expire . Hymen . The Goddess frowns , and with dejected Eyes Seems slightly to regard our Sacrifice . One of the Turtles which the Offering were , Dy'd on the Altar , e're I made my Prayer . The Tapers shone but with a heavy light , One sputtering Blue , resign'd his Flame to Night . Orpheus . The Gods deep wills are seldom known , 'Till put in Execution ; And 't were a folly to lament A certain doom none can prevent ; Then why shou'd we capitulate With what recorded is by Fate ? Euridice . The power of Fate cannot our love control , And fear 's too base for any generous Soul ; The Gods , who in a higher Orb do move , May take our lives , but never wrong our Love. Let 's then like Turtles sitting on a Tree , Wait for the Hawk wou'd catch us if we flee . FINIS . THE TABLE . A. A Wealthy Thuscan Priest , of no mean note . Page . 23. Alas poor Infant , Death was too severe . Page . 30. Assist my Muse , thou gravest of the Nine . Page . 45. As in the Ocean on a Summers day . Page . 50. A sure Foundation makes a Building stand . Page . 67. Ah lovely fair , can you so cruel be . Page . 68. Admired Beauty , whose victorious Eyes . Page . 76. An Anagram and Epigram on James D. of York . Page . 83. An Anagram , Epigram , and Acrostick on Su. W. Page . 84. A Boat , a Boat. Page . 89. An envious , angry , sluggish , drunken Lover . Page . 91. Ah fainting Breath , there 's nought can yield relief . Page . 95. Alas , fond Painter , why dost strive to grace . Page . 97. Affright me not , you urge your suit in vain . Page . 98. B. Before some Famine , Pestilence , or War. Page . 32. Beautious Hersilia , those that rule above . Page . 73. C. Coy Clelia , veil those Charming Eyes . Page . 7. Come my dear Love into this Grove . Page . 27. Cilex , a Theif , much noted for his crime . Page . 71. Come le ts to the Tavern away . Page . 106. Clio relates things done , and gives the time . Page . 116. D. Divinest Creature , to whose heavenly brow . Page . 50. Dost thou not see this Picture set . Page . 59. F. Fair and yet cruel ! sure it cannot be . Page . 17. Farewel to pleasure and to fond delight . Page . 41. Fair Clelia , didst thou know . Page . 66. Farewel my scornful Female Saint . Page . 80. From Salamis when Tucer fled . Page . 87. G. Go , tell her that I love . Page . 8. Go mournful sigh , haste to my fair . Page . 52. Go dull Mechanick , whose infective pride . Page . 70. Go tell my fair that I. Page . 102. H. Hail ancient Brother , what is in thy mind . Page . 13. Hail sacred Woods , and all ye rural Gods. Page . 24. How , Gosse forsook her ! 't is as true as may be . Page . 93. Heiress of Love , and glory of the time . Page . 106. Heark how the raging Winds ( Great God of Thunder . ) ibid. I. If that this Book without command . Page . 6. If that extortion , fraud and strage . Page . 12. I will not tell her that she 's fair . Page . 16. I have drank too much Lethe of late . Page . 18. I thank you , worthy Sir , your good advice . Page . 21. Iust as I liv'd , just so I dy'd . Page . 26. In times of old , when Kings did not disdain . Page . 53. I yield , dear Enemy , nor now . Page . 107. I love a Lass that will not wed . Page . 108. L. Lelaps my Ladys Dog , must sit at meat . Page . 35. Loves Charms all humane force doth sway . Page . 105. M. My Genius hurried by that haste . Page . 10. Meek , kind , and good , cou'd I relate . Page . 15. Mirrour of Beauty , from whose conqu'ring Eyes . Page . 20. My Friend John Clement 'tother day . Page . 60. N. No Salvage Tyranny , no desperate War. Page . 91. O. O Garden , unto me more blest . Page . 1. Of mighty Jove I lately askt a Boon . Page . 86. Out or I burst , what damn'd confounded spell . Page . 121. O Hymen come away . Page . 123. R. Render your heart , or give mine agen . Page . 26. Restore my wounded heart , dear Love. Page . 61. S. Shall still my suite prove vain ? then bid me dye . 71. Sweet Vesper being the Night . 63. So strange a distemper I ne're yet did know . 72. T. The crafty Thief may rob thee of thy store . 9. Think not , fair Madam , that your high disdain . 19. The Sons of Pompey yielded up their breath . 22. They say Ulisses by his art . 24. Tell me , thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night . 43. 'T was at the time when Phoebus with his rays . 47. The Snow's dissolv'd the grassy Fields grown green . 64. To thee , O Wood , I make my moan . 76. The Fetters of love are far stronger than hate . 79. This piece of Wood which now doth lye . 82. They say that Souls departed first must run . 88. 'T was Evening when the Suns departure made . 101. U. Venus , I oft have heard thy Name . 61. Venus of Souls , whose hand controls . 69. Upon this Marble stone forbear to tread . 100. W. Where 's absent Clelia . 4. What makes the Frontiers of the sable Night . 42. What ails the Poet , what a new desire . 37. When bald-pate Winter with his hoary head . 39. What makes the trembling Hare the Lyon fly . 36. Why dost thou thus delay . 85. Why shou'd I urge my love , since that I know . 95. When Titan hasted from his heavenly Sphere . 109. With joy like ours the mighty Roman State ▪ 113. Where is this Boanerges , that dares batter . 102. Y. Te powers above , and ye Celestial ones . 31 ▪ FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A34476-e750 Mr. Gosss Wife . 
A23605	----	The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem. Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700? 1700 Approx. 132 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 86 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2005-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A23605 Wing H2718 ESTC R215342 99827242 99827242 31658 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A23605) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 31658) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1889:12) The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem. Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700? [14], 98, [6], 45, [3] p. printed for Joseph Wild, at the Elephant at Charing-Cross, London : 1700. Where gentlemen and ladies may pick novels at 6 s. per doz. and be furnish'd with most sorts of plays. By Charles Hopkins. In verse. "The art of love: the second book. Written to the ladies. A new poem" has separate dated title page, pagination and register. With two final advertisement leaves. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Love poetry -- Early works to 1800. 2003-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-05 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-11 Andrew Kuster Sampled and proofread 2004-11 Andrew Kuster Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE ART OF LOVE : In Two Books . Written both to Men and Ladies . A NEW POEM . Me Venus Artificem tenero praefecit Amori — Quô me finxit Amor , quô me violentius Vssit ; Hoc melior facti vulneris ultor ero — LONDON : Printed for Ioseph Wild , at the Elephant at Charing-Cross , 1700. Where Gentlemen and Ladies may pick Novels at 6 s. per Doz . And be furnish'd with most Sorts of Plays . THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY , To the Right Honourable EVELIN EARL OF KINGSTON . My LORD , THE deserving Patron reads the Dedication with a Caution , as curious , as the modest Poet feels when writing it ; both equally afraid of any Thing that looks like Flatt'ry . But Your Lordship may be , ( at present ) as easie in a Poet , as I am happy in a Patron ; You are above it ; and I think , I need take no great Pains to Vindicate the Assertion , since I shall make it my business in this Address to convince Your Lordship , that 't is below ev'n me . Nor will I , with industrious Art , couch Flatt'ry under the pretence : of disavowing it . I would not apply to any Person , whom I believe not every way Noble ; I am a Stranger to Your Lordship , I mean , so far a Stranger , as only to know Your Lordship by the Opinion of the World , and by the Character Mankind has given you : Why should I then run out on your Encomiums , and only Eccho to the World what I first hear'd from them ? All that becomes me to say at present , is , that I agree with the Universal Consent of either Sex , and make one to fill the Train of your Admirers . To whom can I more fitly present the Art of Love , than to Your Lordship ? You are the Lover in all the several Scenes of Life , the Courtier , the Husband , and the Widdower ; you were the Lover of your Wife , you lov'd beyond the Fashion , you lov'd her tho' your Wife ; you were the Lover of your Wife , and are the Lover of your Children . So fond you are of those young Pledges of your Nuptial Friendship , you seem the admiring Courtier of them , you seem wedded to them , you seem the very Father of Love it self . Hence 't is that this Book , the Child of Love , flies to Your Lordship for Protection . 'T is an Original , not Copied after Ovid ; for Ovid's Book indeed cannot be properly said with modesty , to be the Art of Love. Where his Precepts are virtuous , as they fall in naturally to the purpose , I could not well avoid them ; for every Man that Loves , runs fondly , ( I may say without Thought almost , ) on the same amorous Expressions . How far I have Succeeded in the Attempt , Your Lordship can best Judge , who are the greatest Master in all the Noble Innocence of generous Gallantries ; Your Approbation of it will sufficiently recommend it to the Fair , and Crown with Success , the Wishes of My Lord , Your Lordship 's very Humble and Obedient Servant ▪ THE PREFACE . THE Bookseller has prevail'd on me to Write something by way of Preface , with which I should not otherwise have troubled the Reader , or my self . When the Title of this Poem is read , 't will , doubtless , be concluded that 't is a Translation of Ovid De arte Amandi , but in my Opinion . Ovid's Book De arte Amandi cannot justly be English'd into The Art of Love ; 't is rather the Art of something else . His Poem , I am positive , cannot be Modestly , and , Litterally Translated . He has taken such liberty with the Roman Ladies , as I am sure , the most Airy of our English Ladies would blush to allow . Cupid may be drawn , he 's but a Child ; be has been drawn , but always Blind ; the Poets thought not fit to give him Eyes , least he should see the Nakedness of his Mother's Beauty . Venus is always painted Naked , and therefore Venus should not be painted . That there are greater Masters in Poetry than I , must be confest , I acknowledge it here , and all I write confesses it ; but that there are greater Masters in Love I will not easily allow . He who has serv'd his Time to a Trade , in all probability , has had the best Opportunities of understanding the Crafts which may be practicable in it ; and he who has the greatest Stock , when he sets up , is capable of making the greatest Advantage . Now half my ' Life I have been bound to Love , and I have serv'd a rigid Mistress faithfully , too faithfully ever to have made Advantage in her Service . O what a load of Love have I upon my Hands , upon my Heart ! My Liberty seems now to me the greatest Bondage ; for I can never perfectly grow free from my first Slavery , unless it could be possible that I could serve again . Thus , from the Art of Love , I wander insensibly into the Nature of it ; and I may hence infer that should I ever endeavour again to Love ( for sure I must endeavour it , if e're I do ) Amasia's Memory would still be dearer to my Soul than any other living Charmer . To make some Application of this natural digression , to my present purpose , I shall confess , without a Blush , I have lov'd indeed , lov'd with all the Fondness and with all the Passion that any Poet can Express . Why should I be asham'd of what was unavoidable ? The Folly seiz'd me Young , and Love and Poetry grew up together . But I 'll neither praefix the time , nor oblige my self to the continuance of either , by making Vows to the contrary : Lovers and Poets keep equally their Resolutions ; or good or ill Success sets them on edge again . To Love I owe Poetry , to Poetry all the Misfortunes of my Life . I Lov'd — that brings me again to what I have left already twice unmention'd where I had design'd it ; I lov'd — I felt all I writ , and thence conclude I have writ naturally on the Subject , if naturally where I talk of my own Passion , then may I hope too I have write Artificially on others , for to others I have Copied out my own Original . I have felt Love , and I think , he who has felt it , can best teach others how to feign it . I am positive , he who never felt it , can never Feign it well , can never grow Naturally Artificial in it . He who never knew what Gold was , can never gild a Counterfeit . Pigmalion , doubtless , had been in Love , or he had never fraim'd his Maid of Iv'ry ; my fancy has not been unlike Pigmalion's , for my Amasia is my lv'ry Maid . O happy Artist ! But I shall ne're be the Pigmalion here . His Art was the Reverse of mine ; his Statue grew a perfect Woman ; his Art was the Cause of very Nature , but mine is the Effect . But to return to Ovid ; Ovid is my Friend , my Favourite , I admire him in his way of Writing , as much as I can any Author ; I admire him , and I love him , but still my Passion for him is like the blushing , vertuous Virgin 's for her Lover , and I must quarrel with him when he grows too free in his familiarity : He is here and there loose in all his Writings , but the very Design of his Poem call'd De arte Amandi is not only loose but lew'd . Some Precepts there are Modest in 't , 't is true ; for what Man can at all times play the Libertine ? Where they are so , I have sometimes imitated him , and as far as Modesty allows , I may say , with Modesty , my Poem is Ovidian . 'T will not be kind in me to Attribute the Misfortune of his Banishment to the looseness of his Writings , tho' in one of the Elegies of his De Tristibus inscrib'd to Caesar , he seems to imagine That the Cause ; ( I say , imagine , for , to me he seems not to have been fully satisfy'd in the Cause of it himself . ) Nor would it look friendly in me to recite some of the loosest of his Lines ; I shall content my self at present , ( since 't is my business to prove him immodest in his Poem of Amandi ) only with a Verse or two where he speaks of his own Work. Before he enters on his Precepts , he says — Este procul vittae tenues , insigne pudoris , Quaeque tegis medios , instita longa , pedes . herein he plainly says that Modesty has nothing to do in his Art , and that those who are Chast must shun it . by this Advice , and the Confession in the following Line , — Nos venerem tutam , concessaque Furta canemus . he seems to own himself a Criminal ; but when he Writes de Remedio Amoris , he does not only confess , but he seems to boast his Crime . — Thais in arte mea est : Lascivia libera nostra est : Nil mihi cam vitta est : Thais in arte mea est . all I have said amounts to only this ; if any modest Man attempts to translate Ovid de arte Amandi , he must both alter and omit , if he would still be thought a modest Man ; and when he has done so , the Poem will be his , not Ovid's . if literally he translates him , and makes him Chast , let his next Vndertaking be to wash an Aethiopian . This Poem , I have ventur'd to call The Art of Love , if it Succeeds , 't will be necessary the Remedy should follow . Achilles Lance can Cure as well as Wound . THE ART OF LOVE . LET Lovers now bless their perplexing Chains , And smile serenely amidst all their Pains , No weight hence forth their am'rous Bands shall bear , And they shall choose what Fetters They will wear ; I by my Art shall set their Passions free , The God of Love shall have his Eyes from me : All shall Success from these my Precepts find , Nor Love , nor Lovers shall continue blind . Whilst like the Sun in my high Sphere I move , And Lighten all the World with Rays of Love. Ovid for Aid , did to bright Venus run , For Rome was her's , since founded by her Son , The Queen of Love that Artful Swain did choose ; Well do his Writings prove his charming Muse : So I for Succour to Amasia fly , My Venus , She , and Love's new Ovid , I. Typhis for Steering Ships vast Honours claim'd , For Chariots swift Automedon was fam'd . Whilst I with skill guide Cupid , I shall prove The Typhis , the Automedon of Love. Dear purchas'd Knowledge I shall here impart , And what I know by Nature , teach by Art , I on my self have practis'd , and can tell , By my own ills , how to make others well . Let all observe my Precepts , and Commands , I 'll bind the little God in his own am'rous Bands . The Poet's Ambition . WELL may great Dryden lasting Fame receive , 'T is all the dull , ingrateful World can give . His high rais'd Works shall thro' all Ages stand , The noblest Fabrick in the Muses Land. Beauty and Strength at once his Buildings show , Above , delightful , and secure below , The high rais'd Congreve with successful Pow'rs , On strong Foundations builds Immortal Towr's . Long as his mighty Monarch may he fly , And spread as wide , for he has Soar'd as high . Let Sacred Dryden's Laurels Crown his Head , But let me sit beneath , and see them spread ; The Lover only seeks the peaceful Shade . Nor Wit , nor Pow'r , nor Fame to me are Charms , I scorn all Wreaths , but my Amasia's Arms. Me my Ambition does not vainly move , I covet Praise , but 't is to purchase Love. Not that my Name may deathless Honours find , Forget — forget me all , make but my Mistress kind . Me shall the Swains young Cupid's Master see , If the Boy 's blind , he shall be led by me . And whilst I teach the World experienc'd Things , The Flames of Love shall be my Muse's Wings . Elective Love. FIRST , You , fond Youth , who Beauty's Charms adore , Choose one alone to Love , and wish no more . That am'rous Swain can feel no real Fires , Who , at first sight , each Face he sees , admires . You may perhaps my skilful Rules abuse , And think I err , because I bid you choose . 'T is our Free-Will does our desires Improve , And raises liking to the height of Love. An Infant Passion by one glance may rise , But if not nourisht by Consent , it dyes . You must some time , to find a Mistress rove , She won't Descend from the bright Skies above , And like a gaudy Metor , Court thy Love. If , when you meet her , she be truly fair , She will reward your utmost Pains and Care. Blest were that Youth , who with my Eyes could see , Whose Mistress might like my Amasia be , But kinder far than her , all Charms as she . Well , 't is enough , if she be fair believ'd , Tho' you your self , are by your self deceiv'd , Sweet is the cheat , and thence true Joys may flow , For he that thinks he 's blest is surely so . London abounds with Virgins brightly Fair , Such Crouds of Beauty in its Streets appear , As if the Charms of the whole World were there . Plays . FRequent the Theatre , you there may find , Some beauteous Charmer to allure your Mind While on the Stage the feigning Lover dyes . You may feel real Wounds from bright victorious Eyes Romulus first Invented Plays at Rome , With those allur'd , the Sabine Virgins come . For some short time pleas'd with the Show , they smile , But loose those Pleasures in a little while . Seiz'd by the Roman Youth , they rashly tear , Their beauteous Faces , rend their lovely Hair , And on themselves Revenge the wrongs they bear . With fruitless Shrieks the Neighb'ring Air they wound , From Groves and pitying Rocks their Cries rebound , The rougher Men , unmov'd , resist the sound . E're since that time , all Theatres remain , Renown'd for killing Eyes , and Lovers slain . Place your self there , close nigh the charming Maid , To her let all your Services be paid . With transient Words you may begin Discourse , Obliging always , offer nought by force . If the Dust chance to fall upon her Gown , Be sure , be ready still to shake it down . Neglect not this , this may be worth your while , Perhaps she thanks you , and returns a smile . Such little Offices must needs be done , Pretend Dust fall'n , tho' well you know there 's none . Or if her Train fall loosely to the floor , Do thou the Train to her fair Hands restore . Be careful to , and your best Service lend , Least ruder Knecs her tender Sides offend . Such little Things as these make way for Love , And Courtly done , can never fail to move . The Fair , soft Sex will such attendance cost , Not Words , but Actions wooe the Virgin most . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd Skill , And go on Conquering , and to Conquer still . Rally the Masks , who nigh the Charmer sit , And so , divert her with Satyrick Wit. Be cautious here ; for Theatres are full Of empty Fops , Conceited , Loud , and Dull , If with quick Wit you can't the Hours beguile , At least show humour , and when silent , smile . With a mild Air , an awful Homage shew , Look fondly at her , and then smile anew . Submit to her , still in Submission brave ; Maids hate the low , obsequious , cringing Slave . Women are gain'd by little , taking Wiles ; Play with her Fan , and ask her why she Smiles ; Soon may that Toy , thus us'd , inflame her more , Than e'er it cold her , with its blasts before . Feasts . AT publick Feasts ost charming Beauties shine , There may the Youth be warm'd with more than Wine . Wine heightens Courage , Wine inflames desire , Joyn Wine and Love , and you add Fire to Fire . Gardens . FRequent fair Gardens , and delightful Groves , To wanton there the sportive Cupid Loves . There , all the flow'rs in lovely bloom appear , Fond , growing Love shall spring , and flourish there . Here , Nature do's her sweetest sweets impart , Here , Nature flourishes , here flourish art . Here , every fragrant blossom feels the bloom , Here , Beauty's self fresh beauties shall assume . Cupid the Wanderer . Cvpid , once wandring thro' fair Gardens , found A Hive of Bees , and hurl'd it to the ground . Whilst the wax'd walls he hastens to destroy , The wing'd assailants buzz about the Boy . As now to spoyl their City he prepares , He claps his own glad Wings , and minds not theirs . Drawing his shafts , he dips them in , and tasts , And to the golden plunder , ravish't , hasts . Claps now , o're joy'd his little silver Wings , Down by the hive , his darts , his quiver flings , Disarm'd himself of his own peircing stings . Now with his little hands he 's busy'd more , To plunder thence the sweet , the luscious store , Than even the Bees , when hoarding it before . Now more and more by his success grown bold , He breaks their forts , and ravishes their Gold. But as he thus their Citadel confounds , The raging foes buzz with redoubled sounds , And warring at the Boy , strike , and fix deep their wounds . Now feircely bold , with pointed Stings they fly , And will reyenge , tho' so revenging dye ; Raging aloud , aloud proclaim their wrong , With vexing murmurs , as themselves were stung . Their noisy wings their furious wars declare , Their wings both whet , and urge the spears they bear . Incens'd they view the ruins of their Town , And like brave Citizens , when desp'rate grown , Charge him with shafts , unerring as his own . The wounded Boy , swift as his Arrows , flys , With blubber'd cheeks to his fair Mother crys ; For Love himself has ever weeping eyes . Before her stands with hony dropping wings , His little hands in sad complaints he wrings , And sobbing , shews her , here , and there , his stings . No balmy tears will the fair Queen allow ; Asks what feirce foes had wounded him , and how ; Then , crys , inform'd , just such a wasp art thou . Hence , Cupid feircest is in Gardens found , And to revenge his wounds , seeks there to wound . From blooming Maids he gathers am'rous pow'rs , As Bees draw Honey from the blooming flowers . Seeking sweet Love , we , like the Boy grow blind , And feel the sting , as we the Honey find . Tho' dipt in Honey Maids his Arrows meet , Sweet as they are , yet they are sharp , as sweet . Sadly may Sylvius of his Arrows sing . Deep in my Breast rages their tort'ring sting . The Vision . YOung , Infant Love is in fair Gardens nurst , Amasia charm'd me in fair Gardens first . Roving thro' flowry Gardens , fragrant Bow'rs , I first beheld her on a Bed of Flow'rs . All ore surpris'd , all ravisht with the view , Soft , Infant sighs with painful risings flew , My Blood thrill'd quick , and light'nings peirc'd me thro' . My panting Heart did with short tremblings move , In all the longing Agonies of Love. Her blooming Beauties did my wonder raise , The more I gaz'd , the more I wish'd to gaze . I gaz'd , and sigh'd , then , sighing gaz'd again , And was at once all extasie , and pain . Methinks , I see her , as she then was lay'd , With careless Charms on the fair , painted Bed. Her fragrant breath perfum'd the Neighb'ring air , And all the Flow'rs spread more than usual fair . With her loose Robes did wanton Zephirs play , And flew in whistlings , as if pleas'd , away . One Snowy Hand did in her Bosom lye , The other thrown , as if neglected , by ; On that she lean'd her Head in soft repose , While her dear Breasts with swelling motions rose . At awful distance did I wondring stand , E're I approach'd to kiss her Beauteous Hand . Softly I mov'd to the Celestial Maid , As if not she , but I the Theif had play'd . Gently I kneel'd , afraid to wake the fair , And view'd the wond'rous charm of Beauty there . My courage quite forsook my sickly Soul , And hopes and fears did in my fancy rowl . Thro' tedious strugglings of my thoughts I broke , And kiss'd her Hand , before she yet awoke . Thus , with short tremblings still I fondly prest , And kiss't , and sigh'd , and then again I kiss't . Assaults too feirce at last my flames did make , Too much I Lov'd her , now too soon awake . In hast , the frighted Virgin trembling rose , Nor look'd behind , fled me , and fled repose . Silent I stood , and saw her hast away , No power was left me but the power to stay , And fall all ravisht , where the charmer lay . Baths and Wells . TO the fam'd Baths , or Tunbridge Wells retreat , Where Beauty fires more than the scorching heat . Beauty's bright beams ore all their waters play , Radiant as those which light the glowing day . Venus at first rose from the Oceans tides , From floods she rose , and still ore floods presides . The Sea , 't is said , produc'd one beauteous Queen , But at these Springs there are a thousand seen . He , who Diana naked had descry'd , He , who beheld that Goddess bathing , dy'd . Here , less severe bright Deities appear , You gaze secure from sprinkled surges here . Safe from Actaeon's fate you may retire , From fatal waters safe , expos'd to fire . Whilst in the Youth his growing passion reigns , Falsly those Baths he charges with his pains . The Swain no cause of his distemper knows , Thinks not that Love along those Fountains flows . The racking pangs fond wishing Souls endure , Those Medicinal Waters cannot cure . There , Beauty gathers from those Springs new Rays , Like Sol made brighter rising from the Seas . Strange ! that feirce Fires proceed from Chilling Streams , And Waters kindle , which should quench our Flames ! In vain from Conquering , killing Charms we turn , Where are we safe , if Springs have power to burn ? There are a thousand places where to meet ; The Park , the Mall , or in the open Street . None lives Recluse , who are but fancy'd fair , Beauty 's a Goddess , that reigns every where . So vast her train , which all retirements flee , That if you would not Love , you must not see . Beauty . IN British Maids all sparkling glories smile , Beauty , the plenteous product of our Ifle . Not her own Paphos , could Love's Queen detain , In Britain now do's Cytharea Reign . Like Albion's Cliffs , fair are her Daughters born , Num'rous , as Waves , by which those Cliffs are torn . Albion , her self , whom all her floods obey , Appear the Rising Venus of the Sea. Such Charms this Isle do's to her race dispence , That half the World may be supply'd from hence . Thrice happy Albion ! in thy Off-spring blest , Fairest of all the Universe Confest . The Universe thy Conquering Charms approve , Thy Men for Valour , and thy Maids for Love. Venus in Albion claims a right to dwell , Albion in Arms do's the whole World excell . Drawn by her Swans , along her Thames she glides ; Where should she dwell , but where her Mars resides ? The British Venus . BOld , bravely feirce glows each great Hero's Breast , But Nassaw's Soul surpasses all the rest . Thus , every Radiant British Beauty warms ; Yet still beyond the rest bright Grafton Charms , She strikes all Eyes , all Senses she allarms . Every bright Goddess do's Immortal shine , Some less , some more , yet are they all Divine . Iuno and Pallas have Illustrious Eyes , Yet there 's a Venus still — Transcendent Venus must receive the prize . The prize above let Cytharea bear , Here Grafton claims : the Cytharea here . Albion's fair Daughters are the Warriour's prize , Bright as the Hero's Swords , the Virgin 's Eyes . Those Conquering Cheifs , who triumph'd in the Field , To these far more Victorious Beauties yeild . Dangers and Death in dusty Plains are found , But Love Wounds deeper , with a surer Wound . Who can resist , when British Nymphs engage ? Love always Conquers , when his Wars they wage . Let Neighb'ring Nations dread our Isle's allarms , All must surrender , when soft Beauty Charms , Beauty shall Edge our Swords , and Point our Arms Beauty ! which every Noble Act inspires , Beauty ! which Poets , and their Heroes fires . Beauty ! which stirs the Martial Soul to Fight , Beauty ! which moves the Artless Swain to write . To those I Sing , those who have born the Sheild , Those , who have fought , and vanquish'd in the Field Those would I teach how to make Beauty yeild . Love is a kind of Warfare , and a Maid , Like a Wall'd Town , you must by Art Invade ; Pitch then : Let me , your Gen'ral , be Obey'd . Pitch here your Tents ; as I direct , begin , Lay but close Seige , and be assur'd you win . Already told where the bright Nymphs repair , Inform'd already where to find the fair ; Let me advise , with awful Homage bow , And you , who us'd to Storm , Surrender now . Methinks I hear the blustring Souldier Swear , I now may seize her , shall I now forbear ? If Maids , like Towns beseig'd , are to be won , What hinders ? Now I 'll spoyl , and sack the Town . Must I Surrender , Captive to my Foe ? Are these your precepts , shall I Conquer so ? If Maids by force alone were to be gain'd , Experienc'd Warriours need not now be train'd . The Shafts of Love fly not like those of War , Soft are the Plumes , which bear his Arrows far . Women , like Troy , resist the Warlike Field , But Troy , it self , must to devices yeild . Thus , whilst in show no Hostile Arms you bear , Thus , as the Greeks did Troy , o'recome the fair . This one Important Resolution hold , Be bold , but yet , be very humbly bold . Had I been bold , I had successful prov'd , But ah ! too true , too tenderly I Lov'd . Where Strength alone , or where soft Pray'rs may fail , Together joyn'd , they must , they will prevail . Entreat admission , but the Guards supprest , Disdain and Pride , Guards to the Female Breast , Conquer by force , by force maintain the rest . Force , Grateful force the Charming Sex beguiles , By wiles deceiving those , who practice wiles ; Thus , Beauty Wounds the most , when most it Smiles . Mistake not , Hero , here the Poet's aim , My aiery Songs fann but a Lambent Flame . Chast is my Art , nourishing Virgin Fires , Chast , like Amasia , who my Song inspires . Verse , Sacred Verse , like Phaebus beamy Rays , May kindle Vestals to a Lambent blaze . I teach Beseigers Beauteous Towns to win , But not to Plunder , when they enter in . Warriours , who spoyl those Cities they obtain , May quickly loose , what , by long Seige , they gain Towns , which on terms , Surrender to your Pow'r , Still in their own maintain the strongest Tow'r . Insulted Forts their Forces will exert , And Maids , entreated ill , preserve their Heart . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd skill , And Conquering gently , you shall Conquer still . Small , trivial favours , are like Out-works , won , You must , by gentle usage , gain the Town , Remember , Cupid Flyes with Wings of Down . Force I prescribe , but such as suits the fair , Feathers require not Storms , they rise with Air. Sighs , like a gentle breeze , fan Am'rous Fires , But with rude blasts Love's kindled Torch expires . That force prescrib'd , which in my Laws you find , Is not the force of Arms , but force of Mind . My Muse delights to glide in purest Streams , Those Swans , which draw my Venus , Wing'd with Flames , Move their soft course , like those on Silver Thames . Like Wanton Ovid I forbear to Rove , I Sing of Virgins , and of Virgin Love. His Muse , like Icarus , unbounded Flyes , And with Wax'd Plumes , Soars , and Insults the Skies . Wantons , like him with pure , Celestial Air , Attempting Flights , which she wants Wings to bear . No Swain so sweet of Love's soft Passion Sings , But here , on purpose , has he Wax'd his Wings . Tow'ring too high , soon as he strikes the Clowds , Wildly he falls , Drown'd in the rowling Floods . With Chaster purpose are my numbers lay'd ; Charm he the Roman , I the British Maid . Resolution . AGain be bold , I urge this precept still , For , without confidence , you dash my skill , Be but assur'd that you shall gain , you will. Let then your soft Addresses be begun , And Build on this — all Women may be won . The Coyest Nymph , she , who disdains the most , When once she knows how dear her Scorn has cost , Pitys the Youth , by her ill usage lost . By secret shists his Visits would restore , And now would grant , would he but now Adore , Maids will deny , who more than Men desire . Affecting Coldness most , when most on Fire . Here must I now unpractiz'd precepts teach , Prescribe you Flights my self could never reach Dissimulation . LIke them , dissemble , while you feircest burn , Fond of their Love , yet seem to slight their Scorn . Could I have put a loose indiff'rence on , Amasia's Self I might at last have won . But she too deep had fixt my Ravisht Heart , My Love was Nature , but let yours be Art. Where Ten Years Seige , and force continu'd fail'd , A seeming Flight , a feign'd Despair prevail'd . The subtle Sex seems ty'd to such restrint , That each Denyal is in part a Grant. To understand some things by Woman said , Her Words , like Hebrew , must be backwards read . Sometimes , like Heathen Oracles of Old , In odd , Ambiguous terms their Minds are told . So that those truths they seem to have reveal'd , By such relation are the more conceal'd . In secret intricacies all perplext , With doubtful thoughts , and various notions vext , You think all true this moment , false the next . Remember this , and be this truth believ'd , He , who knows Woman best , may be deceiv'd . In Infant times , the Sex was once betray'd ; By subtle wiles , and close devices lay'd , The Cunning Serpent had deceiv'd the Maid . Now every Fair has his deceits discern'd , His Artful turns , and all his windings learn'd . Secret from them he has reserv'd no wile , Woman could now the Serpent's self beguile . Now with joyn'd Pow'rs she can the World deceive , At once the Serpent , and at once the Eve. Believe them not , trust not the Gawdy Snare , For every Maid is false , as she is fair . The more deceit the inward Woman bears , The more the Varnish in her Face appears . False as they are , seem not at all to doubt , Dissembling Ignorance , you trace them out . Could they be true , yet false believe them still , Where ill may come , stand guarded from the ill . Let your Addresses still these colours bear , Excessive Love , faint hopes , and doubting fear , And let her sometimes think you quite despair , Interpret all in the severest Sense , But choose your self the softest meaning thence . Of her unkindness to the Nymph complain ; Whatever sound bears a more pleasing strain , Seem not to hear , and beg that breath again . Hence mighty Pleasures flow , hence Joys improve , And hence arises sweet endearing Love. Charge her Remember what she kindly said , And seem all Ravish't with the Charming Maid . Now is the time to press her Hands , and Vow , Now is the time , urge fast your Conquests now . Sigh sadly oft , with gentle strugglings start . As if she seiz'd , against your Will , your Heart . Oft tho' you sigh , your breath must smother'd rise , Believe me , Youth , there is an Art in sighs . Doubt not , thus smother'd they will reach her Ear , She hears them all , but will not seem to hear . Let your heav'd Breast raise but imperfect sounds , Thence she infers how inwardly she Wounds . Love is a Passion , and where words may fail , The inward workings of the Soul prevail . The Soul's Emotion best her truth assures , From that she thinks you her's , and thence grows yours . Maids , like young Conjurers , that Charm have rais'd , That spright , fond Love , by which themselves are seiz'd . He , who to Maids dissembles , must excel , You cheat your self , if you perform not well . 'T is not enough you can two Faces shew , Both wear the Mask , and seem to want it too . Let all be plausible whate're you tell , T is no deceit if you deceive her well . When at a loss sometimes for Am'rous lies , The naked truth may be the best disguise . So , by the Nymph , who had but now comply'd , And spoke kind words , those words are now deny'd . As in this Breath she utter'd truth , the next With double Errours has that truth perplext . As you would have her mean , interpret so , Unwary truth will in soft Passion Flow. Regard not , Youth , what she shall now deny , But cut that Gordian Knot you can't untie . Perhaps , thro' modest , bashful Virgin fears , She , crys , that Speech a double meaning bears . Or at the most , if you believe it kind , It slipt unlicens'd from her tender Mind . So soft she Breaths kind Accents to your Ear , As if the Bashful Creature could not bear That she her self shou'd her own fondness hear . Tho' with design some moving Accent breaks , Yet she appears unknowing what she speaks . Here smiles the shining Season of your Reign , But for a while let us remove the Scene , View Clowdy Skies , Proud Frowns , and Cold Disdain . Observe my Rules , drawn from Experienc'd skill , And tho' she Thunders , you shall Conquer still . Constancy . PErhaps the Haughty Nymph thy Presence shun's , And Daphne like from the pursuer runs . Bold , like the Youthful Phaebus , follow , you , Swift tho' she flys , do thou as swift pursue . Intreat , like him , like him , maintain thy way , Stay , Phaebus cry'd , my Charming Daphne , stay , The Winds bore her , and his lost Pray'rs away . Yet , as he follow'd fast the Flying Maid , The more he saw her Fleet , the more he Pray'd . A long , long Course the Virgin had maintain'd , But what he follow'd long , at last he gain'd . He gain'd that Fair , who did his Passion flee , Not now a Virgin , yet he claspt her Tree . Let not her change in thee suspicion raise , There are no Daphne's in these kinder Days . All that she could , she did ; her Lawrel bow'd , At his each gentle Breath , to thank the God. The Muse. HEnce am I mov'd to warn thee of the fate , Which do's on most Poetick Lovers wait . Enervate here the Poet owns his Charm , Numbers , which once could Fire , now hardly warm Verse , slighted Verse , will but with few prevail ; How shall we hope , if Phaebus self could fail ? If thou thy racking sufferings would'st rehearse , In Numbers sweet and softly sliding Verse . All thou wilt gain , the Maid shall be admir'd , Ador'd by all , who has thy Songs inspir'd . Thou , the Nymphs Fame shall 't by thy Numbers raise , Loose Daphne , certain , for uncertain Bays . Thy hard ill-fated Errour shall 't thou see , And Sing at last , a hopeless Swain like me . Amasia first made me in Numbers write , Love gave me Verse , and Verse gave Love delight . From all my Songs this only could I find , They sooth'd my Passion , and bewitch'd my Mind Verse fann'd my Love , made my own wishes blaze , But no sost kindlings in her Breast could raise . Love taught me Notions for soft Numbers fit , If I had never Lov'd , I ne're had Writ . As Passion first did Artless Songs improve , More Artful now , my Songs shall teach to Love. The Charming Sex my moving Songs shall Read , The Swains shall Weep , the Ravish't Virgins Bleed . If Verse has Charms , my flowing lines shall move , And every Sighing Maid confess I Love. Amasia's self , when all my Passion 's known , Spight of her Pride , that fatal truth shall own . Despis'd my self , let no sad Swain despair , All Virgins are not , like Amasia , fair , Nor feels an other Youth those pangs I bear . I Love too feircly , Love to such excess , I can't even wish my raging Passion less . So feirce those Fires , which ravage all my Breast I should run mad , should I at last be blest , So lose Amasia most when most possest . If happier you wou'd more successful be , Love not ! no , never fondly doat like me . Like friendly Sea-marks , warning from the Coast , I stand , to shew you where my self was lost . Observe my precepts , fill you bosom'd Sayls , And Steer a happy course with prosp'rous gales . In Ovid's Days soft Numbers were admir'd , Poetick lays the Ravish't Virgins Fir'd . The wishing Maids by tuneful measures mov'd , The Song was valu'd , and the Poet Lov'd . Now , Sacred Verse no more it's Charms can hold , But Beauty , Mercenary grown , is sold , And every Danae may be brib'd with Gold. Iove , deckt in all the Ensigns of his Pow'r , In the full Pride of God-head , Storms the Tow'r , But enters only in his Golden Show'r . Yet some there are , sure yet some Maids remain , Some gen'rous Maids , who scorn such fordid gain , If then these Noble , Gen'rous Nymphs you find , Write in soft Verse , in Verse reveal your Mind . Still with an Air of Love your lines must rowl , That in your Numbers she may read your Soul. If you attempt in Poesy , write well , He 's curst in Verse , whose Genius can't excell . Thus , tho' my flames may Daphnis flames surpass , Yet am not I inspir'd , as Daphnis was . Daphnis may Sing , none can like Daphnis Sing , Whilst all his Numbers from his Passion Spring ; His softest Muse do's in soft measures rise , His Muse may Soar to his bright Delia's Eyes . So , Soars the Lark , in airey measures born , So Sings , when Springing from the smiling Corn , And in sweet tuneful ayres salutes the Morn . Yet Daphnis self , for sweetest strains renown'd , Even Daphnis self was not by Delia Crown'd . At first , perhaps , unread your Note 's return'd , Your Person slighted , and your Passion scorn'd . Despair not yet , thus nicest Maids will slight , But Write again , and yet again still Write . Now more , and more your cruel pangs display , Say all the fondest wishes bid you say . Tell her those Eyes should not so much dispise , Such Flames as kindled at those Charming Eyes . Device . SEnd now unseal'd thy Letter to her hands , Cupid will fly , when you unloose his bands . By secret slight your am'rous lines convey , But let no Servant for her Answer stay . She will , retir'd , peruse what so you send , Her curiosity shall stand your friend . In the same place , where she was so betray'd , The Paper 's thrown by the regardless Maid , Unnotic'd left , and as neglected , lay'd . This , for some time , practice with subtle skill , What she , unmarkt , may read , be sure , she will. Let a fond note , thus dropt , at length declare Your pangs are known to the ingrateful fair , Say she has Read , and you must now despair . Tell her no farther shall her Slave presume , He only beggs she will pronounce his doom . When next she 's seen , the Charmer's Eyes shall show , Whether your lines have been perus'd , or no. In her fair Eyes as plain her thoughts you note , As she did yours , when reading what you wrote . Not Coyest Nymphs shall such Devices shun ; Acontius thus the fair Cydippe won . An Apple , blushing like her Cheeks , he threw , The Golden Vow in Golden Letters drew , Then , hurl'd it rolling in the Charmer's view . The tempting Fruit the smiling Virgin bore , Read what he Writ , and , in the Reading , Swore . Too late the am'rous subtilty descry'd , She Vow'd her self the Young Acontius Bride . With like success may you deceive the Fair , They fly , like Birds , to the well painted Snare . When by those Rules , which I prescribe you , taught , You may perceive them willing to be caught . Hov'ring sometime will they avoid the Gin , But at the last — With gentle , modest fluttrings , venter in . The careless Fair seems , as at first , unmov'd , Seems not to think how tenderly she 's Lov'd . Or frowns perhaps , exerts her cold disdain , For Maids are Tyrants , and when woo'd , they Reign If Proud , she Scorns , then has she read your Flames , And flys resenting to the last extreams . Despair not now , yet seem as you despair'd , Be all your forces for the Storm prepar'd . Believe me Youth , the hardest may be won , The Artist gain'd that Maid he fram'd of Stone . What she resents so high , she most desires , In Frosty Woods rage ever scorching Fires . Aetna , whose Surface is eternal Snow , Do's at the Heart with inward burnings glow ; Above , all coldness , all on Fire below . The weakest Virgins still their prowess boast , As tim'rous Cowards ever bluster most . With a false show a while maintain the Field , But when you press them hard , how soon they yeild ? Soft are their Breasts , urge your addresses oft , Feell then , their Souls are as their Bosoms soft . Indifference . SHE scorns you not perhaps , but what is worse , Indiff'rent seems ; Indiff'rence is a curse . Alas ! her loose indiff'rence can't be born , You think Indiff'rence the severest scorn . She thinks so too , and as she fancies so , Resolves the utmost rigour she will show : Maids thence pretend they can our Passions know . Am I the Mater of my Art believ'd , If so , most certain they are far deceiv'd . 'T is as their tempers in the Lovers Reign , Some disdain haughty Nymphs , as they disdain , And tho' unforc'd would follow , break their chain . Such be thy humour , or if that 's too much , Feign it at least , let her believe it such . As she has seem'd regardless of your Pray'r , Seem you unthoughtful of the feigning fair . With your Companions , as you pass along , Smile , be all Air , tune some indiff'rent Song , Thence shall she Judge your Passion now not strong . If her drawn Window you by chance pass by , Darting that way let her not mark your Eye . If you will look , cast not a side-long glance , But seem to see her , as if seen by chance . If she perceive you looking stedfast on , My Art is lost , She 's lost , and you undone . From lasting views strait will the Maid remove , Such are the practice of a mutual Love. As you pass by give her a plain salute , Perhaps she Sings , touches perhaps her Lute . Pass on regardless still and let her Sing , Tho' thy Heart shake more than the trembling String Ah! be not foolishly bewitch'd as I , My struggling sight would at her Window fly , And I shou'd gaze , tho' for that gazing dye . Stop not to hear her ayres , too dear 't will cost , Strait would her tunes her height'ned triumphs boast To loftier strains would her soft Musick rise , And while she acts the Conquests of her Eyes , The Maid insults , the Ravish'd Lover dyes . Your Flames more force shall from such ayres assume , Whilst she , as Nero once , plays o're her burning Rome . Stand not to fight , too powerful is the Foe , Like Parthians fly , and you may Conquer so . Like Parthians fly , but flying , seem to slight , Dart not one glance in the deluding flight . Fondly you wish to know the Charmer's mind , You fancy now her glances may be kind ; And dearly long to cast one glimpse behind . Orpheus , when climbing from the Stygian Coast , Look'd but once back ; what blessings could he boast ? He lost Eurydice , for ever lost , Lost by one look , so dear , so lov'd a prize , Lost what he valu'd far beyond his Eyes . Beyond those Eyes , which hated thence the light , Preferring rather her Eternal Night . That fatal loss he did for ever mourn , And would again to Stygian shades return . Could he once more receive the lovely prize , He would , in change , part with his fatal Eyes . Let Orpheus fate thy happy warning be ; That Love is blindest which would always see . If the restraint be such you cannot brook , But you will venture yet to steal a look , To mark her Eyes , and gather thence her flames ; For there I know your pointed fancy aims . Your looser Glove , as if unnotic'd , drop , Then , turn in hast , glance quick , and take it up . If now you find her from the Window gone , Ten thousand anxious doubts come rolling on . Hence is it best you should from looks forbear All cannot dive into the subtle fair , Now Fire , now Ice , and now again She 's Air. In all their Breasts Agues and Fevers Reign , Now fixt , now fickle , and then fixt again , Now all o're fondness , now all o're disdain . Let none success from feign'd indiff'rence doubt , A little time will turn the Wheel about , The Scene will shift , Poyson drive Poyson out . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd skill , Tho' now you Fly , yet shall you Conquer still . Near her aboad watch in some secret Street . And , as by chance , the passing Virgin meet . With Ceremonial Complements salute , Stand not to talk , to argue or dispute ; But as your waving Hat salutes her now , If she looks smiling on you , smiling bow . Those smiles she gives , the Maid , as Envoys , sends , And be assur'd , you are at last grown friends . Write then again , again your Suit renew , For Maids expect Men should for ever Wooe , Even those , I know , who most deny us , do . Tell her what Flames rage in your burning Breast , Tell her your Passion cannot be express't , From what she reads , say she may Judge the rest . Beg but one Visit , that you so may show Your real Passion , she believe it so . Your Letters Read , no answer she returns , She Smiles , perhaps , and crys , poor Youth ! he burns ▪ Laughs with her Maids , and plays upon your Stile , Whilst in complyance too the Maids shall Smile , No matter , you , who raise her Mirth so fast , Shall have the Power to raise her Tears at last . The Mistress Reads ; the Maids attentive wait , The grand affair some little time debate , Then , cry — but Madam , has he an Estate ? Gold. CUrse on your Hellish Tongues , ye impious hence ▪ The Youth has Love , the Youth has wit and Sense . Constant in Truth , and moving in Address , And shall this Lover be deny'd Access ? It will be so . — This fatal Maxim hold ; Fleering Attendants must be brib'd with Gold. What can't the Maid that 's voluble of Tongue ? False , she shows true , and right she renders wrong ▪ For shame , ye Brittish Maids ! your Thrones maintain , Reign all your selves ; for thus your Servants Reign . Thro' ways too Thorny do's that Swain pursue , Who serves the Mistress , and the Servants too . All have not Gold , by which the Sex is won , At least I 'm sure that I my self have none . Thus Beauty do's a sordid Traffick hold , Sordid indeed , tho' thus it deals in Gold , Whilst Love , more pretious Love , is bought , and sold. How shall I heal , poor Swain ! these fatal woes ? For Love and Poverty are mortal Foes . Curse on those Sulph'rous Mines which feed the Oare , Curse on those Misers Eyes , which sed it more , And gave it first that value , which it bore . Want's a Disease for which I know no Cure , Those Swains will still be slighted , who are poor . Fond expectation may the Maids deceive , Perhaps , your Passion may on promise live , Promise hower ' tho' you want Gold to give . Nought should to needy Lovers seem to hard , Promise vast Golden Mountains for reward . What you request , if they believe , they grant , Never , no never let them know your want . Their expectation then their Aid excites ; Aloud the Lady reads your am'rous flights , And the Maids cry , — how prettily he Writes ! But if you still are giving , much have given , They stretch your Bounty and your Praise to Heav'n . Brave , Handsom , Great , they term the Youth that 's free ; Thus brib'd with Gold , they would extoll ev'n me . Inspiring Phaebus ! Let some Cause be told , Why thy Beams make not for thy off-spring Gold. Falsely attribute we thy guilded praise , Gold is not sure the Product of thy Rays . If Gold be thine , thy Sons are Minors still , And you , severest Parent ! Use them ill . Hence with thy ill fam'd Laurel's useless Tree , Its spreading Branches bear no Fruits for me . Too plain its fatal barrenness is seen , It never blossoms , tho' 't is ever Green. Wrire yet again , fond Youth ! and by the Maid , Let the soft , secret Letter be convey'd . With guilded edges let thy Note be lac't , 'T is fit thou give her all the Gold thou hast . The Maid's assistance in kind words implore , Gain her , She soon shall gain your Mistress more By that Epistle , than by all before . Now shall She practice all her closest Wiles , She meets the smiling Charmer , then She smiles . The Maid commends each flourish of your Pen , Vows 't is the prettiest Letter She has seen . Intreats an Answer from the gentler Fair , Again intreats , renews again her pray'r , And crys , how can you let the Youth despair ? In all his Lines such melting Accents move , Madam , I 'm sure he does sincerely love . Write , tho' your Letter bear the hardest strain , Bid him desist , tell him his Suit is vain ; Better to kill , than let him live in pain . Charge him , command him , give his Passion o're , Command the dying Youth to love no more . Perhaps She Writes , but that 's a large advance , Who trusts her Pen , leanes on a yielding Lance. Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd Skill . Lye now in Ambush , and so Conquer still . Waiting not far the trembling Lover stands , Receives the Letter from the Servants hands , And seems Distracted at the hard Commands . Disturb not , Youth ! Your anxious bosom so , For She would have you come , who bids you go . Passion . KISS the dear Seal , lean in a pensive mood , And softly say , scarce to be understood , Tell me — Ah! Tell me , are your Tydings good . Wait not , expecting what the Maid replys , Just look with languishing , with watry Eyes , Breath some soft Accents , some abortive Sighs . Then cry with shiv'ring starts , as in some Fit , Ah! Are you sure , 't is She her self has Writ ? Haste , break the Seal , with doubtful Joy peruse , Then , seem distracted at the dismal News . See her , no more ! — What Man the Thought can bear ? Rave , and grow mad , tear your disorder'd Hair , Tear the dear Note , and toss it to the Air. Into a thousand Pieces be it torn , And on the Ground its trampled Ruines spurn . Thus while you Rage , the Maid will needs be gone , But now , let gentle Calmness be Put on . Stay her a while , pick the dear Papers up , And in her Hand prevailing Guineas drop . Now is the Time , if you have Gold , to give , And Vow , if scorn'd again , you will not live . The simp'ring Maid gives all the hopes She can , Crys , — be not so dejected , play the Man. Protests She will her utmost Pow'rs exert , Use all endeavours , practice every Art , To raise soft Love in the obdurate Heart . In a short time , the kind , industrious Maid , Instructs you how a Visit may be paid . Tells you the Fair will condescend to hear , And know the utmost meaning of your Pray'r . Perhaps , informs you only of some Walk , Crys , — meet her there , there may you freely talk . Courage , young Hero ! Towns will quickly yield , When once they Treat with the beseiging Field . Address . LET your Address the humblest boldness show , So gain your Conquests , and maintain them so . Breath at her Feet the Triumphs of her Eyes , That Love stoops lowest , which sublimest flies , Sweet is the sound , when she shall bid you rise . With eager shiv'rings let her Hands be prest , Enervate force speaks the sond Soul the best , Let words urge all you can , and Murmurs breath the rest . From your fond Eyes let hasty glances rowl , Like troubled notions from the Poet's Soul. The speaking Eyes the fondest thoughts declare ; Charm'd by her looks , yours must all sweetness wear , Your Visage guilded with a smiling air . Pressing her Hands , while you approach more nigh , She backward leans , disdainful , coyly shy . Forbear , she crys , what mean you , Sir , forbear ; Obey her now , but now bend yet more near . Love is a Theft , and you must softly Steal , Obtain the favour first , and then conceal . Whate'r advances in your Suit are got , Seem as if you your self perceiv'd them not . Whilst fondest Lovers such devices find , From hence it grows Love is reputed blind . Thus may your Hands glide gently to her Breast , Thus may those swelling softnesses be prest . Thus by kind art thou on Love's Thrones shal't Reign , But if you can't your Conquests still maintain , Back let your Hands softly be drawn again . Again approach within a little while , That Sky which thunders now , e're long will smile ; These favours flow not from first Visits paid , The soft rewards of long addresses made . Sometimes , the fair puts on a clowded Brow , And what but late was granted , is not now . The Charming Sex , still on new tryals bent , Shew that their favours are not given , but lent . Humour her present Coyness , seem reserv'd , Maids must sometimes by your neglect be serv'd , Feed their disdain , tho' their desires be starv'd . Now , sondly gaze , as her heav'd Bosom pants , And press that breast , which your soft presses wants , Against her will , what pleases her , she grants . With struggling hands let the dear Charm be prest , Tell her your Heart dwells in her panting Breast . Some saint Essays she makes , lays soft Commands , And gently strives , and with the gentlest hands . The short efforts she makes are never strong , Her Eyes entreat you , and her melting Tongue , But all their soft entreaties last not long . To her own Breasts her wand'ring Hands repair , Which when you feel , receive , and press them there ; Forbear she crys , but hopes you won't forbear . Her tender Hands remove not yours , but stay , Alas ! neglected in her lap they lay . Why do's her Breast her Charming Hand receive ? 'T is to touch yours , which such endearings give . Let not her Snowy Fingers now be blam'd ; They would press too , but that she 's yet asham'd . Whilst your each touch , soft wishing thoughts impart , Your Hand runs thro' her to the very Heart . Much tho' they please , they must at last remove , I teach not still the same continu'd Love. Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd skill , Now Fight , now Fly , so shall you Conquer still . Earnest resentments now she seems to show , And crys you hurt her , who have Charm'd her so . How dares your Hand into her Breast intrude ? Your Love 's ill breeding , and your Passion rude . Dissembling fair ! who almost sense surpass , You would not for the World he thought it was . Submission . TRembling attention to her Anger lend ; Own the offence , you may again offend . Whilst under soft correction Lovers live , Maids feel a certain Pride , when they forgive . Seem half distracted with the racking guilt , She feels in earnest what you feigning felt . Display , in all your troubled homage , pain , Protest sincere in this repentant strain , Never , no , never will you Sin again . Keep then , she crys , what you have vow'd so deep . And seems to doubt your want of pow'r to keep . Crys , with the sweetest , most deluding skil , She fears you will not , while she fears you will ; Admires , to what new freedom you presume , And wonders whence that liberty should come . You , like some Sentenc'd Criminal appear , Your very guilt shall bribe the Justice here . Whilst , thus dejected , you forbear to touch , She crys , she did not think your boldness such ; Some small allowance giv'n , you take too much . Sadness . THE more your sad Humility is seen , The more , She crys , has your assurance been ▪ Sunk in offence , whilst thus the Lover lyes , He but submits , to Conquer ; kneels , to rise , She pitys now your Melancholly air , And cannot drive you to so deep Despair . Grows kinder still , since the soft calm began , Calls you the fondest , — most desiring Man — As in some fit , seem fainting to the ground , And sigh , as tortur'd with some inward wound . From your sad mood , whatever arts it cost , She charms you now , nor shall her charms be lost . Fear . NOW she permits , now may your hands ascend , Seem you yet doubtful , least you yet offend . Half heav'd to rise , let them again fall down ; This shall your utmost , softest wishes crown . Thy hands her own shall to those seats restore , By which so late they were repulst before . Here seems Possession of the Charmer giv'n , And the fault 's thine , if thou wilt thence be driv'n . Blest in these blooming , flow'ry Gardens dwell , Thy Senses shall grow ravisht with the smell . Her Bosom will a scent more grateful yeild , Than Roses glowing in the blushing Feild . Ah! do not now this kindest Charm abuse , Desire not fruits forbidden by the Muse , Longing for those , this Paradise you lose . Breath am'rous murmurs there , breath tender sighs , And kiss her Breasts , as you perceive them rise . Fondness . PLay with thy Fingers twining in her Hair , In every curl Cupid has pitch't his snare , Thy fondness , dallying in such wiles , shall shew , The well pleas'd Virgin more insnar'd than you , Clasp now her Wast , clasp fast the slender Maid , Close to her glowing Cheek let yours be lay'd , Speak now in whispers , tho' no Soul be nigh , Sigh , and now hear the yeilding Maid shall sigh ▪ Ask from what Cause that tender sigh could flow , Strait , the Effect the charming Cause shall show , She sighs again , and crys she does not know , In a soft Tone pursue your soft Addrefs , Play with her Hand , and her dear Fingers press , And seem disturb'd you can't her Sorrows guess . Her sighs , she says , no known Afflictions move ; The Cause not Grief , victorious Youth ! 't is Love. Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd Skill , Yield more and more , so shall you conquer still . With wishing Eyes , cry , can it , can it be , That those dear sighs in pity rose for me ? Modesty . NOw , in her Cheeks spreads the soft , bashful Blush ▪ And mantling Streams in modest slushings rush . Silent she sits , with down-cast Eyes a while , Nor knows to frown , nor does she know to smile . Her yeilding Visage now appears to wear A Virgin shame mixt with a thoughtful Air. Thus look you too , seem bashful , and asham'd , As if the Question you propos'd , were blam'd . That shame-fac't Air , her Mein shall then express Becomes her well , nor would become you less . Think it not strange , Rules for your looks are lay'd ; The change of Visage charms the wishing Maid . Link her fair Fingers in the gentlest Bands , And print soft Kisses on her snowy Hands . Still between whiles renewing your Address , Now fondly kiss them , and now fondly press ' Now , with descending Lips the Charm maintain , Now rising , raise it to those Lips again . On her blew Veins let rising sighs be spread , Fire thus the Veins of the desiring Maid . Desire , NOw gazing , fix on her's your wishing Eyes , Look longing , languishing with fond surprize , And sighing , seem as you would hide your sighs . Now with a trembling fear her Lips approach , Steal to her balmy Lips , and gently touch . Tho' at the first attempt your Aim you miss , Yet snatch the pieces of the broken Kiss . Rise by degrees , till the first fears are gone , And rush at last with gentle Transports on . Lean on her Breasts ; thus on your guard beneath , Catch every breath you see the Charmer breath . Doubt not , such fondness will the Virgin please ; In Ambush lye , and as She Salleys , seize . Now , in warm Raptures rush upon the Foe , Rush on that fragrant Breath , which Charms thee so , And spread long Kisses there — Long press her close , and scarce at last let go . Tho' thou hast snatch'd a thousand from her Store , Spread still her Cheeks with roving Kisses o're , And still complain , desirous still of more . Kiss , tho' your Lips with their long kissing smart , Seem thus dissatisfy'd , and bless my Art. Ye tender Maids ! How can you blame my Song ; I raise your Joys , yet not your Honours wrong . No fatal Mischief in my Art is found , I hurt not much , who but with Kisses wound . If , Youth , you hear the injur'd Nymph complain , Those Kisses which you robb'd , restore again . By me no wrong to the soft Sex is done , Return an Hundred , tho' you snatch'd but one . If there be any Fair my Art offends , My Art , ( if known , ) shall make her large amends . Love is a Child , that Love thy Poet sings Is ever born on in-offensive Wings . Cupid , not Venus , shall my numbers raise , The Infant Cupid hurts not , when he plays . Now , happy Youth ! Thy Tutor's Art confess , That certain Art , which can thy Wishes bless . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd Skill Charge not too far , so shall you conquer still . Thus far advanc'd in the endearing strain , What thou may'st yet desire , does yet remain ; As you embrace , to be embrac'd again . Crown me with Roses , and with Myrtles Crown , The Charmer's Heart , her Soul shall be your own . But first , before to this request you move , Urge the dear Fair ; your utmost Arts improve , Till you have heard her Breath those Words — I love . Whilst now , fond Youth ! As I prescribe , you do , You shall gain Conquests , and maintain them too , Yes , you shall triumph , and your Spoils grow new . Fonder , and fonder let your Suit be mov'd , Convince her throughly She 's entirely lov'd . Zeal . A Precept , yet untaught , I teach you now , Vow very rarely , but then warmly Vow . They who swear oft , should not be oft believ'd , For if they be , the Nymph may be deceiv'd . Work up your Passion to the last excess , Great as it is , let it appear not less . Let Love on all its Wings , extended , fly , And feel , if possible , when soar'd so high , Feel all you Act , almost run Mad , and dye . He who expects the Nymph should Crown his pains . Should , for the time , feel every Thing he feigns . So on the Stage the purple Emp'rour stands , His fancy'd Throne propt by applauding Hands . Thus rais'd , imaginary Worlds he sways , And thinks himself that Monarch which he Plays . On him the Subject Audience fix their Eyes , The very Poet Credits his own Lies , And the Fair weep , when with false Wounds he dyes . Be bold , and but believe you shall excell , There 's none so dull , but may dissemble well . Study no Form , but as D — s Pray , Speak with warm Zeal , no matter what you say , You can't Dissemble half so well as They. If you complain in a too Charming strain , She may delight to hear you still complain . Still let your Thoughts imperfect Accents break , And mingle melting Kisses , as you speak . When e'er she sighs , her rising Breasts observe , Take them as yours , and vow how true you serve Soon as she grants some favour you implore , With Words and Kisses thank her o're , and o're ; One favour giv'n , is a new Grant for more . Pursue her close , and she will give so fast , That she shall kindly give her self at last . In your Discourse let am'rous reasonings move , A real Passion shall your Thoughts improve , Your Sense shall less instruct you than your Love. Reason , she crys , no such request demands ; Reason avaunt ; — urge , these are Love's commands , And speaking sigh , and press more close her hands . Then , if she smiles , that smile the Grant insures , By all my Art , if I have Art , She 's yours . Sorrow . WEep , if thou can'st , or if thou can'st not , feign , The Sun shines warmest after Show'rs of Rain . When She perceives you gaze with watry Eyes , She thinks those dewy Drops from Fires arise . By some feign'd Story first the Maid must know , You can't believe Tears from your Eyes can flow ; She the remembrance in her Mind shall keep : You saw your Mother dye , yet could not weep . Then when She sees you weeping at each Breath , She thinks Love's pow'r beyond the pow'r of Death . Strait , the kind Nymph in your fond weakness shares ; For there 's a soft Infection lodg'd in Tears . Thus even by Tears you shall the Virgin fire , Like Oyl , such Waters make Love's flames aspire . Tho' you weep not , for Tears uncertain rise , Bending aside , yet seem to wipe your Eyes . Now is the time your Blessings to improve , Now is the time for happy mutual Love. Urge now the Fair her Passion to confess , Her Eyes speak Love , nor let her Tongue speak less . Fond , tender Words , soft as her Tears , shall glide , Love ever flows in Sorrow's gentle Tide . Pity . PErhaps , at first She shall kind Pity own , And cry , you cannot think She 's perfect Stone ▪ If once She Pities , let all Fears be past , For none e're pity'd , but She lov'd at last . Pity , Love's gentle Usher , smooths her way ; Love after Pity makes no long delay . Now are all Dangers past , all Storms blown ore , The bounding Vessel Gains the wisht-for Shore . When most you see her kindness , most seem blind , And call her Cruel , tho' you know her kind . Allmost possest , seem wholly to Despair , Your Visits now for some short time forbear ; Feigning distracted Doubts , you gain the Fair. By secret Wiles , seem , as your Soul were mov'd By other Charms ; as you some other lov'd . Iealousie . LOve , like Religion , can no Rival brook ; By this Device She shall be fastest took , She only waits that you should draw the Hook. Land , spar'd a while , returns the vaster Gain , The cleaving Earth , that gapes , and thirsts for Rain , Drinks greedier deep , when Showers fall again . You may , you must , from Visits now desist , You shall be Charm'd , when charg'd from being mist. Long , long Experience this great Truth assures , Believing you some others , She grows yours . Money , nor Health , we value , while possest , But when once lost , oft have sad Sighs exprest , Could we again obtain , how much should we be blest ! Thus 't is with Love , the best , the dearest Wealth , The truest Blessing , and the sweetest Health . Thus , whilst vain coyness in the Virgin reigns , What most She values , She the most disdains . So will the peevish Child , that Toy despise , For which , when once hurl'd crosly down , he crys . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd skill , And go off Conquering , so to Conquer still . Absence . AS I must teach your Presence how to Fire , Not less your absence does my Art require . For some short time keep wholy from her sight , Write not in hast , tho' you at last may Write . Now , at each turn cross by her in the Street , At every Corner the dear Charmer meet . Before her move , and now behind her stay , And seem , as chance , not purpose , led your Way . Let your Eyes languish , your Head droop , look pale , Seem sickly , She may ask you what you ail . You no true Cause of your feign'd Sickness tell , Bow , as She speaks , and Answer you are Well . In some sad Posture , heavy Sadness show , Say you are Well , or hope will soon be so . If She without this Notice passes by , Salute her only with your glancing Eye . Let no weak fondness on your Soul intrude , Love 's more than civil , when it thus seems rude . Give not the common Complements in use , Yet oft sail softly by the Charmer's House . Pride . AS you pass by , perhaps , She laughs aloud , Seems , of those Trophies She has lost , grown proud ; Wave you your hand , your neck be humbly bow'd . False are those Triumphs , Fair One ! Which you boast , You cannot slight those Conquests you have lost . As I direct , salute her seeming slight , Appear to thank her for her fleering Spight . Amongst her Maids , might the true Cause be guest , What mov'd her laughter was some trifling Jest. Whilst She jocosely her feign'd Scorn shall shew , Seem to conceive She made the Jest at you . Half Mad walk on , amend your tardy pace , And as you turn some Corner , turn your Face , Give a short scorning glance , but stand not , do not gaze . Now shall her laughter vex the Charmer more , As She believes it anger'd you before . You , past from sight , She and her Maids a while , Again shall laugh , and at that Laughter smile . On let their Mirth still in new Thunders rowl , Inward She 's rack'd , and tortur'd to the Soul. I know thy subtlest Wiles , deceitful Fair ! Nor will be cheated with thy guilded Air. Now do'st thou Wish his Visits were renew'd , And wish with Pain thou might'st again be woo'd . Thus have I seen the sportive Children stand , Pulling some Rope with their enervate Hand ; All their Collected little Strength they try , And draw , and strain ; but if you Conquer , cry , Let fly the end , they smile , and are in pain , Till they have given it you to pull again . Coldness . NOw She walks oft abroad to take the Air. Frequents those Groves frequented by the Fair , The Park , the Mall , where the sond Sparks repair . You , seen at distance , known , yet still She asks , Crys , is that he ? and e're She 's answer'd , masks . Why this Device ? ye subtile masking Fair ! Ye best dissemble with your Faces bare ; A double Mask is too , too much to wear . Why must those Clouds obscure your radiant Eyes ? From such Deformity can Beauty rise ? Why are you hid , when longing to be known , Dare you not Fight without your Armour on ? As you pass by , the subtile Fair shall turn , She hopes you know her noted Garments worn . Seem not to know , let no Salute be paid , But Rally , mildly sharp , the masking Maid . Perhaps , the kind Attendant shall display Her waving Handkerchief , to Court your stay . If the White Flag flies waving to the Field , The Warriour knows the Charming Fort will yield . The Maid , perchance , with an alluring Grace , Grants some quick Scetches of her simpring Face . Whilst her spread Fan , held cunningly , is born , That very Fan you had so lately torn . Becks with her Hand , and now turns short , now stands ; Do you return her Beckons with your Hands . Oft She allures you with well-shifted Scenes , While you still seem unknowing what She means . Beauty 's a Feast , to which you should be prest , Invited oft to be a wellcome Guest , Who seems to shun the Blessing , most is blest . He who of each Advantage will take hold , Fearful appears , Designing , but not bold . Catching at all , who every Scent pursues , Shall follow Shadows , and the Substance lose . Thus , by loose Play soft Squires are soon drawn in , Gamesters stand ever longest out , who win . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd Skill . And stand off Conquering , so to Conquer still . Reading perhaps in the obscurest Grove The Fair One sits , some Bock that treats of Love. Ev'n Sylvius , Numbers may perhaps be read , Tho' not my self , my Verse may charm the Maid . With folded Arms pass Melancholly by , Now softly Murmur , and now softly sigh . Pass back again , and yet again return , And seem the loss of some dear Friend to Mourn . Your languid Arms cross your sad Breast be thrown , You press her Heart , whilst thus you press your own . Enter at last , made by your Passion fleet , And throw your self beneath the Charmer's Feet . Your struggling Lips abortive Accents break , Seem much to strive , but do not , do not speak . As frighted , out She rushes like the Wind ; You must expect you will a Tempest find ; Perhaps , She leaves my slighted Book behind . So high her rais'd Resentment may be born , Perhaps , not slighted only , 't will be torn . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd Skill Go on repulst , yet so to Conquer still . Lift up my Lines , pursue her as She flyes , Persent them humbly to her angry Eyes . Let my soft Verse be to her Hands restor'd , Tell her , scorn'd Love inspir'd each flowing word , Tell her this satal Truth — None ever lov'd like Sylvius , none ador'd . Tell her , for this I know you long to tell , And I allow it , — Vow you love as well . If to receive my Book you find her free , Sigh then , and speak , as if you envy'd me . The Reward . SUccess sufficient in this Charm I boast , This only gain'd , my Labours are not lost . Who would not Write , while Love commanding stands ? Who would not love ? Held in such tender bands ; She clasps my living numbers in her Hands . In her fair Hands my tuneful Numbers rowl , And if She reads , they flow into her Soul. Tuneful indeed is all my Artful Song , And like a silver Current glides along , Whilst warbled sweetly from her fluent Tongue . As my soft Verse the moving Virgin speaks , Not I , but She , the melting Numbers makes . Thus Orpheus play'd , thus at his tuneful call , Saw the charm'd Stones in Artful measures fall ; Thus play'd Amphion too — Thus built his Fame , building the Theban Wall. Close is my Book prest by the angry Maid , Nor you , nor I , can hope She now shall read . Blest be those Hands which press my Numbers so , My melting Soul does in those Numbers flow . Beyond my self I find my Verses blest , Their Author may not by those Hands be prest . Fate of Poets . MY Book fair bound perhaps the Maid receives , For guilded Cover , and for golden Leaves . Curst be the Artist , who the pains shall take ; No golden Present to the Fair I make . I charge you cease , your impious hands with-hold , Against my Will must I present her Gold ? The Sex would Midas golden Wish restore , And turn whate'er they touch to shining Oare . As Midas did , may such fair Misers thrive ; For golden Verse is all I have to give . The cheating Trades-Man's senseless Son swells great With Titles puff't , supported with Estate , Whilst his guilt Charriot thunders thro' his Gate ▪ Of his new Pageantry , new Honours proud , The lolling Brute ore-looks the nobler Crowd . Rais'd on strong Brass , slighting the Pow'rs above , Salmoneus like , he fancies he 's some Iove ; But more , far more , he claims a right to Love. Long , powder'd Wiggs show Swarthy S — l Fair , Dress shall adorn the Aukward , Rustick Heir . He who has Gold , each Charmer's heart commands , Tho' dull as Hinds , who plow his Father's Lands ; Whilst at each word he offers shining Oare . I must confess my boasted Art but poor . He , in that Word , more charming Force displays , Than I in all my Numbers , all my Lays . The flippant Lawyer , canting , gains Supplies , Gets Gold by noisy bawling , lives by Lyes . If at the thund'ring Bar he knows to plead , His Suit goes still successful with the Maid . The struting H — s of his Feathers proud , Is , without fighting , constant pay allow'd , For wearing gawdy Cloaths , and swearing loud . But Poets with the love of Courts are Curst , Which leaves them Poets , as it found them first ; Thought wholly for the smallest Trust unfit , And reckon'd useless for their very Wit. By some strange whirl of Fate confus'dly hurl'd , At once above , and yet beneath the World. Like the doom'd Wretch , whom in the Floods they Paint , Exalted o're those Blessings which they want . Perseverance . ADdress the Maid , your Resolution hold . You yet shall Conquer , tho' you have not Gold. Tho' She would fly , perswade her yet to stay , And scatter blushing Roses in her way . With gentle Force let her a while be held ; By gentle Force maids love to be compell'd . Desist not Youth till thou hast gain'd the Field ; For you must Conquer , or She cannot yield . Pray'rs on repeated Pray'rs be still renew'd ; Maids ever fly , in hopes to be pursu'd . Still tho' She frowns , give not your Courtship o're , Still tho' She frowns , press harder than before , Entreat a thousand times , ten thousand more . Think not I here impose too hard a Task , The grant Charms most , yet much it Charms to ask . After denyals on denyals past , What long She Vows She won't , She will at last . Ten thousand , thousand times has She reply'd , Oft as you ask'd , has She as oft deny'd ? Yet at the last shall you your Suit obtain , When She believes you will not ask again . Tho' She protests , do not her Vows believe ; The fair Deceiver shall her self deceive . Her Actions , and her Words shall ne'er agree , Her Words are Air , like that to which they flee , Her Vows dissolv'd , shall in the Air be free . If now , inrag'd , She weares a clowdy Brow , She 's only fearful least She kind should grow . Quit her howe'er , be my late Truths forgot , And knowing well , yet seem to know them not . Sigh sadly now , and pressing , loose her Hand ; Then bow — She flyes , you still dejected stand . Quit not the Place , till out of sight She flies , And as She fleets , pursue her with your Eyes . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd skill For , if She flies , so shall you Conquer still . Write now again , feign Sickness and Despair , And let some Friend the dismal Tydings bear . If thus some Friend be trusted to attend , Be well assur'd he be indeed your Friend . Friendship , like Coin , a Royal Image bears , Like Coin , made currant by the Stamp it bears . With both Men Traffick , as their Int'rest move , And Gold and Friendship are exchang'd for Love. As fainter Fires before the stronger Dye . Friendship expires , when Beauty's Flames blaze high . He whom you venter in this dang'rous Post , Should be himself bound for some other Coast , Else both your Mistress and your Friend are lost . About her House in silent Moon-light wait , Pass like some Ghost by her obdurate Gate . Thus Ghosts glide on , thus the fond Phantom flies , And haunts that Place , where the dear Treasure lies Rise , Porter , haste , be the hard doors unbarr'd , O Porter ! Harder than the Posts you guard . The wishing Youth beneath her Window stands , The wishing Youth waits for the blest Commands ▪ And curses oft the rugged Porters Hands . Ill , cruel Fair , is such Attendance paid , Too cold you treat the Lover , cruel Maid ! Why thus severe , ingrateful , feigning Fair ! Why to thy Lover , and thy self severe ; Admit , admit the Youth — Admit him to thy Breast , already there . In pinching Cold , by starry glim'ring Light , Oft have I wander'd the whole Winter Night . Guiltless of Thought my self , my Feet would stray , My conscious Feet found of themselves the way . At lov'd Amasia's Doors , as in some Trance , Oft have I lay'n , like Neroes in Romance . Like Iphis , oft on the hard Pavement lay'd , I seem'd the Guardian of the sleeping Maid . The Mastives , conscious that the Gates are barr'd , Bark not , but fawning meet their fellow Guard. Of all the Stars my gazing Eyes cou'd see , I mark'd not one whose Influence smil'd on me . Sighted like me , yet must you patient wake , Tho' Night reign now , the Day at length will break . Now with soft Musick Serenade the Maid , And let the gentlest , sweetest Tunes be plaid . Some Maid , some wakeful Servant may behold , Then , be assur'd your Services are told . Feasts . IF to some Feast the Virgin shall repair , Do thou contrive to be invited there . Courteous to all , complyant Words let fall , But whom She favours , favour most of all . Treat all her Friends without the least constraint , Her wrinkled Guardian , or her aged Aunt . Smile on the Maid that whispers in her Ear ; You must treat well your very Rival here . Above the rest , to him commend the Wine , Drink to him ofr , discourse him as you Dine . Place , if you can , your Rival near the Maid , Let no Addresses , but soft Looks , be paid . Fronting the Fair , let some loose glances fly , But gaze not on her with your constant Eye . Drink to those Beauties which the Maid surround , But let no Goblet with Her Health be Crown'd . Soon as her Hands the sparkling Glass restore , Call you , and drink just where She drank before . Eat very sparingly , and seem to prove , Your best lov'd Food , your Norishment is Love. Affect no Fast , yet so contrive to Eat , As if you relish'd not , but fore'd the Meat . Some smiling Fair , perhaps , with laughing Eyes , Shall ask the Cause , and make her own Replies . Love — Love — she Vows , she reads it in your Face ? And now plays on you with Satyrick grace . Pretends the sad Distemper she can see , And crys , Sir , are you not in love with me ? Perhaps , the Fair , lov'd Charmer's self is mov'd , The Charmer's self seems conscious that She 's lov'd . Offers you Meat , with careless , loose reserve ; Accept the offer , when the Maid shall Carve . Tho' at her Chair the ready Servant stands , T is offer'd you by her own charming Hands . Meet on the suddain her extended Arm , Starting surpriz'd , as Soldiers in Allarm . By seign'd confusion thus o're-reach the Plate , And sliding , touch her Hands , as your's Retreat . Gaze on her Eyes with Eyes confessing Flames , And glance new Rays fast on her glancing Beams . E're from the room the hast'ning Fair be past , Fast , tho' She moves , move you , unmark't as fast , Or if She stays , attend her to the last . If with her Maids She passes in the throng , Brush gently by her , as you sail along . In some close entrance if She crowded stands , Approach her nigh , and press by stealth her hands Now , as you move into the spatious Hall , Let your Addresses at some distance fall , Whilst the Fair mingles in the shining Ball. Praise . LEt her each step your Admiration move , And as She Dances , in your Eyes dance Love. Let her each Motion ravish'd wonder raise , And Praise her now , for now She Courts your Praise . The stronger Gale of Praises you bestow , More beauteous Charms shall her each Movement show . Thus flies the Vessel with auspicious Gales , And as the Winds encrease , more swift She Sails . Thus Iuno's Bird spreads wide his starry Train , But hides , unprais'd , his gawdy Wealth again . The Poet thus in Praises feels delight , And , paid with Fame alone , grows fond to Write , Fear not to Praise , whatever Form they bear , There lives not one but fancies that She 's Fair. High in Conceit , Women , like Authors sit , These proud of fancy'd Beauty , those , of Wit. Tho' some pretend their want of Charms to know ' Whilst from themselves their real failings flow , If you but softly Vow they are deceiv'd , How sure , how soon is the Deceit believ'd ? Thus every Maid to her own wants grows kind , And Woman's Pride , like Woman's Love is blind . Whilst now you see the glowing virgin move , At every aiery step She measures Love. The Ball broke up , before her bowing stand , And offer humbly your conducting Hand . If coy She turns , with slights your service paid , Lead off before her Eyes some other Maid . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd Skill Engaging there , here shall you Conquer still . Theatre . IF in the Theatre the Maid be found , Thence may your Passion with success be Crown'd . Whilst now She Mourns the fancy'd Hero's Fate , Whilst in her Eyes her ready Sorrows wait , Attend their fall ; claim all her Tears your due , The fancy'd Lover never lov'd like you , Claim not her Tears alone , — But claim the charming Eyes which shed them too . Strange Contradiction reigns in Woman's mind , Only to shew , and false appearance , kind . Mind not the Action , nor the Authors strain , Slight gawdy Shows , and make her Face thy Scene . Raise no ill-natur'd Hiss to Damn the Play , But Criticize on what dull Criticks say . Let those who bite the Poet , so be bit , Thus whilst you show good Nature , show your Wit. Alike with you the Author's Sense they bear , Alike with you , who did not see , nor hear . The modest Fop daubs his nice Nose with Snuff , Damn me , then crys , 't is wretched , wretched stuff . Glance on such Fops with a disdainful Eye , And let a sleering Smile give such proud Fools the Lye. The Curtain fall'n , press to the Charmer's side , And claim her Hand , nor be at last deny'd . Entreat her oft , nor give entreaties o're , And Vow you will conduct her to her Door . Force is but weak , Intreaty has the Odds , Tho' we can't force , we may intreat the Gods. Thro' tedious importunity She moves , She can't deny the pressing Youth She loves . Enter her House , your fond Address renew , And Vow you was , and ever will be true . The Charmer now at distant coldness stands , And you must quit her from your clasping Hands . The kinder warmth your Courtship shall impart , She seems more Cold , more Frozen in her Heart . Feign all the Lover , all the Hero feign , And in your Looks transported Passion reign . In different Strains Both with dissembling move , She feigning Anger , and you feigning Love. With your drawn Sword , rush with a hasty Vow , And now just striking , She prevents you now . Fast to your Arms the frighted Maid shall flee , And cry , so striking you had wounded me . Now to the unmost pitch your Flames must rise , Now She 's your own , clasp fast the lovely prize . Great is your fondness , nor shall her's be less . She gives you Kiss for Kiss , and Press for Press . Whilst mutual Love flows strong with mutual Pow'rs , Her Hand , her Heart , her Life , her Soul are yours . Observe my Rules , drawn from experienc'd skill , Still tho' you Conquer , Conquer yielding still . Go on triumphant so , and Triumph , — at your Will. Crown me , each Love-sick Youth , each Love-sick Maid , Your mutual Flame , as my Reward , be paid . Whisper each other , in your Bridals blest , Thus far Art taught — Let Nature teach the rest . FINIS . THE ART OF LOVE : The Second Book . Written to the LADIES . A NEW POEM . Hoc mihi , si quando ; puer et Cytharea , favete : Nunc Erato ; nam tu Nomen amoris habes . LONDON : Printed for Ioseph Wild , at the Elephant at Charing-Cross , 1700. Where Gentlemen and Ladies may pick Novels at 6 s. per Doz . And be , furnish'd with most Sorts of Plays . TO THE AUTHOR , ON HIS ART of LOVE . IF Numbers can immortalize a Name , And to descending Times transmit the Poet's Fame . Then , happy Youth ! Thy sweet , harmonieus Lays , Fix the Foundations of a lasting Praise . Thou , Loves Physician ! Thou can'st best impart , The Sovraign Balm to Cure the bleeding Heart . Of Love's Maeanders with such skill you Write , Sure , Cupid's wings sustain'd your Muse's Flight . If Transmigration more than fancy be , The Soul of Ovid is transfus'd in thee . Love was a Labrynth ▪ like the Cretan Maze , Its Paths untrod , a Wilderness its Ways ; Till Araidne's kind conducting Clue , Your Muse , disclos'd it ; Love's best Thescus You What Gallus , nor Propertius could express , What greater Ovid touch'd with ill Success , With lustre sparkles in an English Dress . No Thought unchast thy melting Muse affords , But charming Sense drest in as charming Words . The British Maids shall read thy Verse and smile , Imploring Venus to reward the toyl Of thee , the lost Columbus of her Isle . Whilst Cytharea on Love's Throne shall sit , Whilst Phaebus Reigns the Lawrell'd God of Wit , Envy nor Time shall blast what you have writ . Let Dryden , Prince of all , in Satyr Reign , Let Congreve Charm , with his rich , Comick Vein , Love be thy Charge , do thou Love's Cause maintain . A. S. To the Author , on his Art of Love. 'T IS Art , all Art ; yet 't is all Nature too ! What wonders cannot Love and Fancy do ? Thy Muse ha's made each slighted Youth amends , And shews that Wit and Chastity are Friends ; Venus , as Gay as when by Paris seen , She Paint's ; She Paint's her Love's and Beautie 's Queen , Yet with a modest Air , and with a Virgin Mein : She Paint's her like Diana in the Chase , With Chastity triumphant seated in her Face . With Charms like those Amasia ha's put on ▪ Only , She Paint's her , that She may be Won . Who reads your Verse , must wonder and approve ; Your Lines are modest , yet your Subject , Love. With Charms so Chast your Numbers are endu'd , ( For you teach others as your self has Woo'd , ) 'T is pity any Poet shou'd be Lewd . Such charming Laws on Love-sick Youths you lay , That all , who wou'd be Happy , must Obey . Soft as Amasia's Bosom is thy Song , And in its flowing Tides it bears our Souls along . With Wings untir'd , thy soaring Cupid flies , With ease he mount's , and does with Pleasure rise . May conquer'd Beauty be the Poets Spoil , And Woman , glorious Woman , Crown thy Toyl . P. M. To the Ingenious AUTHOR , of the Art of Love. NAture has often Play'd the Artist's Part , But ne're was Nature so display'd by Art. Never before was Woman naked shown , Yet modest still as when with Garments on . Such Pleasure we in your soft Rules discern , Instruction Charms , 't is ravishment to learn. 'T is such Delight to read your Numbers o're ▪ We think the Practice scarce can give us more . By thee the bleeding Love-sick Youth is shown , To make the scornful , haughty Fair his own . The tender Maid , taught by thy charming Pen , May scape the Wiles , of false Designing Men. The Virgin 's taught to Love , the Youth to Wooe ; At once you Ravish and Instruct us too . Each Sex must own , to make a just return , Thou , charming Youth , wer 't Britain 's Ovid born . C. L. THE ART of LOVE , THE SECOND BOOK ARm'd at all Points , Men to the Feild are gone , Now , Venus , fight the Battle of thy Son. Assist me Beauty , for thy Fame I Write , Art shall teach Charming Nature to delight , And thou shalt gain the Trophies of the Fight . To you the secrets of that Art I 'll show , Nor leave you Naked to so fierce a Foe ; I 'll teach you all , you shall know all my skill , And Men shall Love , while you shall smile and kill ▪ The Arms. YE Female Warriours , hast , to Arms , to Arms , Put on ▪ your Smiles , your Glances , and your Charms , Paint , Patches , Pins , and all the little rest , Which must be done e'er Beauty can be drest , Flames in your Eyes , and Coldness in your Breast . Put on a modest mildness with your dress , Put on those somethings which I can't express . Let all with Artful negligence be done , Yet put each Charm , put the whole Woman on . Then softly sweet let Cupid's Trumpet sound , Let Flags of streaming Ribbonds wave around , And with a Heart be every standard Crown'd . Each bearded Arrow bears a Bleeding Heart ; For Cupid's Standard is a Golden Dart. Let a soft Blush , the Ensign , be display'd , The Charming Ensign of the Charming Maid . Thus Arm'd , ye Amazons , insult the Field , Sighs be your Swords , and silence be your shield . Trust to my skill , in spite of Precepts past , And you shall Conquer , tho' to yield at last . Believe me Maids , who never yet deceiv'd , Thro' me , none e'er repented she believ'd , Int'rest in Love draws on a Cloud of Woes ; For Love and Int'rest are eternal Foes . No fatal Rules my Numbers shall unfold ▪ For those mean things , who sell themselves for Gold In Spheres more bright my richer Precepts move , My Song 's compos'd of Beauty and of Love. Woman the Dissemblers . SHall Waves be bid to Roll , when Tempests roar ? Shall Calms succeed , when the loud Storm Blow ore ? Shall Poets live Dejected , Proud and Poor ? Shall Ice be Cold ? Shall Fire be bid to Burn ? Shall Darkness vanish at the Sun's return ? Shall Silvius Love , and shall Amasia Scorn ? Shall I teach Misers to embrace their store ? Shall they teach me bright Beauty to adore ? Shall I bid Gods , who are Immortal , Live ? Shall I bid Women , all deceit , deceive ? Women and Kings alike their sway maintain , And by dissembling what the feel , they Reign . Blameless , your Sex does in this art excel ; 'T is no deceit , if you deceive us well . Dissemble on , Shoot your devices far , Be every Charm , yet be but what you are . Be all , that Man , unsinning would adore . Be Woman — Woman ! can a Name be more ? You are of those whom all the World admire , The Hearts of Mortals , and of Gods you Fire . Men , to be Blest , retires to Shades with you , And when you please we grow Immortal too . In Beauteous Spheres , more bright than ours , you move , You give us Paradise , you give us Love. For you , bright Maids , I draw my conqu'ring Pen , To fix your Empire ore presuming Men. The Prostrate . LOe ! there , before your Feet the Victim lyes , Whilst Vict'ry laughs within your smiling Eyes ; See how the Prostrate Captive , Sighs , and Dies . Believe him not , he 's Man , and will deceive ; What have I said ? Ye Maids , believe , believe . All are not false , tho' the sincere be few , At least , Amasia knows her Silvius true . But my Amasia has my suit deny'd , And none can e'er deceive , who is not try'd . But Oh! that Charmer does such Charms improve , That 't is impossible I should not Love. Could I but show you how Amasia Charms , There were no need of Amor'us Arts and Arms. She 's all ore Charm , all Ravishing in Youth , She 's Love it self , She 's Beauty and She 's Truth . But Oh! She must not all your Actions guide , She 's all o're Woman too , all over Pride . I teach you how to make the Lover Burn , I teach you Love , but Nature teaches Scorn . Trust to my skill , in spite of precepts past , I 'll teach you conquest , so you yield at last . Turn there , the Swain do's on his Knees implore , He only beggs permission to adore , Begs you would but believe , and hopes no more . O treach'rous Man ! Who can so falsly press , He hope no more ! O no , he doubts no less . Believe him not , command him to forbear , He must not speak , protest you will not hear . Check each attempt he makes to prove his Flame , Yet still new hints for new addresses frame . Seem all suprize , all Coyness , all a Frown , Then let your Eyes shed soft compassion down . He hopes and fears , he Freezes and he Burns , And still protests , when e're the Fit returns . Let him not Kneel , but as his Fires rage on , Say he must Rise , or you must else be gone . Divert the talk , forbid him to adore , But so forbid as to engage him more . Farewell , at length the parting Lover cryes ; Bid him farewell , but with relenting Eyes . He goes but to return ; why let him go ; He 's yours — or if you please he may be so , Attire . COnsult your Glass what Garments to put on , The Man 's retir'd , but not the Lover gone . Take counsel what attire becomes you best , And with a Charming negligence be drest . If negligence becomes not your Attire , Then in the Pride of Pompous Garments Fire . Shew your fair Neck , your tempting Bosom bare , And let Gemms deck your Ornamental Hair. Retir'd , unseen , the lovely Warriours Arm , When drest , at once with new surprize you Charm. As Light'ning , Flashing fast from Pole to Pole , Strikes quick the Eye , so Beauty strikes the Soul. With glancing Light , the subtil Flashes fly , Yet are they temper'd in the gloomy Sky . We know not whence they Issue , but we know , We must admire whatever strikes us so . You may in splendid Theaters behold , The guilded Columns show like massy Gold. The Men , who act for Bread , talk loud , grow vain , And three big Hours of empty greatness reign . Yet till this Pomp of folly be prepar'd , The longing Guests are of all view debarr'd . Love's Warfare . NOw ye are Arm'd , ye Charming Maids , repair To Beauty's Camps , and Fight , and Conquer there ▪ In martial Fields the bold successful prove ; You must seem tim'rous , if you gain in Love. Beauty , as cowardize , sometimes prevails ; False flights oft conquer , when true courage fails . Let Looks and Smiles in subtil ambush ly , Seem always Flying , yet scarce ever Fly. Sing , Dance , be Airey , put on all your Aires , Your easy Mirth shall cause the Lovers cares . Thus shall you give those Wounds your Eyes ne're meant ; The Bow of Cupid never stands unbent . The random Arrow , strikes with more surprize , More force , when Wing'd with negligence it flyes . When on the Rock Andromeda was bound , She waited Death , yet there her Lover found , Wounding him first , who did the Monster wound . Modest Pride . SEem Proud , yet humble too ; let never Pride , Shown in the silent Face , the softness hide . To Minds too haughty Love has seldom bow'd , Be near at distance , modestly be Proud. Trust to my skill , in spite of precepts past , And you shall conquer , tho' to yield at last . Sometimes , soft things in Tragedies rehearse , And make the Poet happy in his Verse . Smiling sometimes , in whispering accents bear Some Trifling saying , to some Neighb'ring fair , The Lover then , unknowing what you said , Smiles too , and fancies some fine Jest was made . You , from your own impertinences know , He makes the Jest , when e're he fancies so . Read Poetry , the mighty Dryden Read , Let Congreve next , and Wicherly succeed . Read Cowley Living still , Read Otway , Lee , Read Elder Hopkins with those lofty three , And if you please , at leisure Hours , — Read me . The Muses works may shorten tedious Days , And when the Evening calls , repair to Plays . Retir'd at home , be oft , and oft deny'd , And let indiff'rence act the part of Pride . The easy grant the price of bliss destroys , Man ever least esteems what he enjoys . Repulse sometimes makes Love more fierce rebound , As Balls rise highest struck on Stony Ground . Let the fond Lover , curse the cruel Door , Do humbly much , but in his threats much more ; The taste of bitter things can Sweets renew ; Winds sink that Ship sometimes , by which it flew . The Visit. REceive the Visit , which the Youth shall make , Be seen , as if by chance , or by mistake . Play with your Fan , call for your Coach , your Chair , Be just a going out to take the Air. Pretend some Visits , which must needs be made , And his you can't receive , till those be paid . Business pretend , or Sickness , seem in hast , Have many things to do ; some Minutes past , 'T is late you know , you may do none at last . You think the Weather dull , 't is Cold , if not , But you would change it spite of Heaven , — 't is hot . Say any thing impertinence can move , Enquire the news ; he answers you , 't is Love. Hear all he says , sit in some distant place , While his Eyes fasten on your Charming Face . Silence . ALtho' you hear , seem not at all to heed , So while you wound him , he shall inward Bleed . Thus while you muse , the Youth shall softly press , Nearer , and nearer to a close address . Whilst in your Thoughts you seem your self to lose , You find your Lover there , who tells his News ; On weightier things , your solid Mind was bent , You hear'd not what he said , you know not what he meant . Let him talk on , and ask , and answer too , He need not hope to have a word from you . Yet you may smile , when next you hear him speak ▪ And let some tune in thoughtless accents break . Now , you may Sigh , as he approaches near , Now shall he press , now shall you cry , forbear , You Frown , he Loves , you Laugh , and he shall Swear . O Love ! O Folly ! O dissembling Maid ! O Man ! whose Strength by Weakness is betray'd , Caught in those Nets for subtil Women laid . Trust to my skill , in spite of precepts past , And you shall Conquer , but to yield at last . He asks you now , what 't is employs your thought , And wonders what has such deep silence wrought . Inward he struggles , not resolv'd by you . Longing to know , yet he grows silent too ; With Burning Pains , now makes his Passion known , Rack'd with your silence long , and with his own . He Loves , he Loves , again , again he cryes , Consults you oft , but you make no replies . The Answer . WHen grown by long , long repetition dull , Thus at the last , you answer him in full . What is this strange request which you have made ? What is it Sir , I know not what you said ? O Blest dissimulation of the Sex ! Who can Mankind by carelessness perplex , O Glorious Sense , of Ignorance in shew ! Which makes us Fools , while you act Folly so . O happy Art of Nature ! Which can wind , And turn ten Thousand ways the changing Mind . Your folly thus , Man's Wisdom can confound , And cast his baffled Eyes and Senses on the Ground . Happy that Wit , which is in silence shown , More than in all the works of Poets known . Amasia thus receiv'd her Lover's suit , Thus did her silence my weak words confute , And when she spoke , all Sense , but Love was mute . Even Love it self by silence was exprest , I only Vow'd I Lov'd , and look'd the rest . Against himself his Foes the Poet Arms , Like Beauty seen , silence in Beauty Charms . Beauty 's describ'd only by being seen , And silence speaks , lodg'd in the Beauteous Mien . When importunity at last prevails , The charming turn of answers never fails ; When forc'd to answer thousand Queries past , You can rely with questions at the last . The Penalty . WEll , 't is suppos'd you have confest you hear'd , Let now the Lover be of speech debarr'd . Lock up his Lips , lock up thy injur'd Ear , He has said things a Virgin should not hear . He must be silent , you must else remove ; For he grew Impudent and talk'd of Love. The Youth stands Speechless , nor dares think of Bliss , His Lips are Seal'd , but Seal'd without a Kiss . Trust to my skill , in spite of Precepts past , And you shall Conquer , so to yield at last . The Lover now believes his Passion curst , And he will speak , for he has felt the worst . His fears now urge him most , when most they awe ; As Cowards from despair can Courage draw . Use him like Cowards , all his rage controul , And wound him , wound the Rebel to the Soul. Tell him , himself alone he must deceive , For 't is impossible you should believe . 'T is time to Visit now , you must not stay Send him once more with kinder looks away . He goes but to return ; why , let him go ; He 's yours , — or if you please , he may be so . Deportment . THe Day grows fair , your Coach , or 〈◊〉 may wait , And you may walk , if graceful in your Gate . See how R — h displays her stately Mind , How , in the Pride of Steps , the haughty Wind Swells her loose Robes before her , and behind . I — n there , trips nimbly ore the Park . As if she fear'd to dissappoint some spark . C — l demurely on the Ground does look , As if she measur'd every Step she took . That hasty H — there Walks , as if she ran , And whisks her Eyes , and brandishes her Fan. The Tall Walk slowly , others Walk apace , Each movement , every gesture has its grace , Men are not always Charm'd with but a Face . Consult that Gate , which suits your Stature best , Walk 〈◊〉 to please your self , nor doubt the rest . Humour . YOu who have change of Garments changes wear , And Daily deck in various forms your Hair. Change too your Humours as your Dress you change , The Lyon always does not furious Range . Let your mild Air sometimes compassion move , Sometimes disdain , yet ever mingling Love. Now Pleas'd , now Vex'd , now Aiery , and then Sad , Now very thoughtful , and now very Mad. A thousand Humours move a thousand ways , For most of all , Variety must please . The Charmer . AMasia thus could every Passion wear , She wore all Charms in her expressive Air , But Love — fond Love , alas ! was never there , Her every Passion did my sense controul , But Love alone possest her Lover's Soul. Love and Dispair in me one Passion grew , I ne're knew Love but when Despair I knew . She Smil'd , — yet while that Sunshine was display'd , Despairing Love gloom'd in a thicker Shade . She Smil'd — and strait my hopes like Phantoms flee . For Oh! she never , never Smil'd on me . Smiles . SMile Charming Beauty , change from Smiles to Smiles , A thousand Glories Gild the tempting Wiles . Smile on , Aerial Beauties we shall Trace , While Paradise sits Blooming in your Face . Whilst Charms thus Lovely all your Features Crown , Thus whilst you Smile , Ah! Who can bid you Frown ? Frowns . THe Sun 's o're cast , the sullen gloom's display'd , Awfull she Frowns , behold the Frowning Maid . Iove dwells not ever in the Skies serene , But Storms sometimes in a Tempestuous scene . The Light'nings first Flash from the shining Cloud , But as the Light'nings fly , Heaven Thunders loud . Tempests at Sea serve to endear the Shore ; If Gods ne'er Thunder'd , Men would scarce adore . But now , 't is time your fury were appeas'd , The Youth shall offer incense , You be pleas'd . In Tears he comes to pacify your Rage , And falling Show'rs ev'n Thunder can asswage . Belief . SEe how he Weeps , I know the Youth sincere He Loves , he Vows , and offers up his Prayer , He 's True ; believe him True , as you are Fair. He begs you would his Racking Pains relieve , Believe — how can it hurt you to believe ? 'T is no uncommon , no new Suit he moves , He only begs you would believe he Loves . Grant the request he does so oft implore , But let hin know he must expect no more . Inwards he 's Ravish'd that you think him true , The Coast of Love he does more swift pursue ; For still one Grant prepares the way for New. Now fresh desires spread full his Passion 's Sails , He Sighs , and Steers his Passage thro' the Gales . Trust to my skill , in spite of Precepts past , And you shall Conquer , tho' to yield at last . If you are full convinc'd he does not feign , If the Youth Loves , he should be Lov'd again . A thousand , thousand ways there are to try , One word implies them all — Deny , Deny . Grant , or Deniall , in succession , Burns , Like the twin Stars , that mount the Skies by turns Grants and Denialls the amour improve , Whatever Star shall Shine , the Youth shall Love , Tho' your last Breath own'd you believ'd his Vow . Yet , now he Vows again , deny it now , Till he such protestations shall renew , The Youth must Damn himself twho is not true . Favours . PErmit him now , sometimes your Hands to press , And Sigh , but seldom , and in warm address . Yet while his presses rise too fierce , too fast , Withdraw your Hands , those favours must not last seem serious now , while now you hear him Court , That he may know you make not Love your Sport. Attend , and Answer every thing he says , Such soft attention must the Lover please . Whilst now more fierce , more Passionate he Wooes , He Love's , Believe , seem Sorry that he does . Seem much concern'd to see the Lover Burn , Seem much concern'd you can't his Love Return . Let your Eyes kindly with compassion move , Yet say you hate the Sex , and cannot Love. 'T is your aversion ; Monst'rous ! Love a Man ! Say , vow you cannot , when you know you can . He leaves you now , half desp'rate as before , Bids you farewell ; but Vows he must adore . He goes but to return ; why let him go , He 's yours , — Or if you please he may be so . Letters . HE Writes , perhaps , peruse what he has Writ , And if the bearer waits , extoll his Wit. Say , 't is above your reach , and you implore , That he would Write , you know not what , no more Give your cold Service , and the Note return , Or if some Fire be near , the Letter Burn. Say , it requires no Answer , so remove ; For Maids should never Answer Notes of Love : Trust me , 't is dang'rous ; for if Virgins Write , They lose the noblest Trophies of the Fight . Some Men boast Favours which they never knew , Yet some are secret still , tho' very few , For Men feel vanity — as much as you . Those maids , whose Sparks , their Loving Notes expose , The ills they find in Writing can disclose Write not , tho' most in Letters you excell , Write not to show your Lover you Write well , No , be not tempted , tho' you know to Spell . Write not , no never , never Write to Men , We cannot take denyals from your Pen , 'T is ours to Write , and Write , and Write again . Silence in you , shall all our thoughts deceive , You make reply sufficient , to receive . Distance . THe Youth returns , your Silence makes him come . From your dear Lips he must receive his doom . Receive him coyly , ask him what he meant , By the unwelcome compliment he sent , Seem more and more reserv'd , and for a while , Till he protests and vows , you must not Smile . Keep him at distance while he talks of Love , Nor let his Hands around your Bosom Rove ▪ Thus shall you raise more Passion in his Mind , As Flames rage highest , when a while confin'd . He calls you cruel , most unhumane now , Who will no favours for such Love allow . Kindness WHen to the last excess of Fondness grown , He longs for all , will you afford him none ? Yes , grant a little , now a little more And yet a little greater than before , Heaven must be giving still , if Men adore . Life of Love. YEt here be cautious favour not too fast , Give not too much , yet give your self at last . Love should have mod'rate fuel , 't is like Fires , Which too much , damps ; yet slighted , it expires . All have not Souls deserving Virgin Flame , Some vainly think all Women are the same . Keep still your favours now , let none be lost , And give so little that no Youth may boast . Men are but Men , Maids are but mortal too , Give and Refuse , thus you grow ever new . Else will the Youth , continu'd fondness flee ▪ For every Lover does not Love like me . What Flames had I for my Amasia Born , Had she been kind , when I so Lov'd her Scorn . Beauty like her's , whole Ages might deny , When Men persue like me , Maids , ever fly . But Oh! no Man like Sylvius can adore , No Woman like Amasia Charm — No Woman — ( Maids forgive me ) she was more Consent . COnsent at last , and send the Youth away , Let him go now that he may ever stay . The Advice . HE goes but to return ; why let him go , He 's yours , — but be advis'd , and make him so . Trust to my Skill , observe my precepts past , And as you now have Conquer'd , Yield at last . Both Men and Maids , Fighting in Cupid's Feild , Both Men and Maids , if you would Conquer , Yield . The Conclusion . BOth Men and Maids , whilst in your Bridals Blest , This , my reward , be for a truth confest , Art has done all can be by Art exprest . FINIS . A Catalogue of BOOKS Printed for , and Sold by Ioseph Wild , at the Elephant at Charing-Cross ▪ Where Gentlemen and Ladies may be furnished with Novels and Playes of all sorts . Newly Published . A Collection of Novels viz. The secret History of the Earl of Essex , and Queen Elizabeth . The Happy Slave , and the Double Cuckold ; to which is added the Art of Pleasing in Conversation ; by the famous Cardinal Richlieu . A Collection of Pleasant Modern Novels Vol. II. viz. The Heroine Musqueteer or the Female Warriour , in Four Parts . Incognita , or Love and Duty reconcil'd , by Mr. Congreve . The Pilgrim , in Four Parts . Collier's Essay's on several Moral Subjects in two Parts , the Fourth Edition . 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