chast Vows Sigh 〈◊〉 made unspotted those Blest Hands the Alters â—either care Thus PHLIâ—IS breathâ—d O breath'd sounds were Seraphic Musick words ' be gone That poor Term Thus she seemd to own Hold Fondling don't expose abroad Such sweetness to â—h ' Ayrs common Road Bewise th' Harmonious touch o th' Sphears Not Musick is the Vulgar ears Repeat the Blisses to thine own Tell Venus or Loves-self alone And feed you Lickerish eares reviv'd Your dear Joyes Fancy makes new-liv'd Whilst Cupid scores up all each word Th' Hour Minute in 's chast Loves Record PHILLIS her Lute SIght Smelling Tasting Feeling all be gone And leave with me th' officious Eare alone Go Slumber or th`whole Covent loytrers play Thou only attend Souls Favourite this way Bless bless thy self and me till seem translaed To new divine Joyes by that Hand-Created List list with reverence devoutly O Hearken th` Orbs Minstrelsy`s sham`d here below While PHILLâ—S gives Life to her sencless Lute And warbling language to what late was mute Heark what delicious strains and Heavenlyrare Do as t wer sweeten and inrich the Ayr Phebean Haâ—â—s Great Master finds his skill Scornd by th Olimpicks and but slighted still When thou once playest all listening unto thee T`whom mean hands like to Winds rude blustrings be Or th' note of bubling Brooks All Musick is Untun'd harsh Discord and but noyse to This Away all dumpish cares all pulling sorrow You Cloud-drove fly my vvorld pack til the morrovv Let me forget I`m Earth or burdened am VVith dross of flesh but t` Elemental flame Seem rarifi`d turn`d Spirits air does shevv Poor languid dance my blood your veins oreflovv In gâ—ad tides vvhilst those highst Soul-faculties Frame all a Masque that Lute Soul-revels please O there`s a svveetly svveetly-solemn strain Has laid all in a slumbering trance again And charmdall to amazement view but round How strange a Metamorphosis there 's found Men stand by th' Walls and furnish out the Room Like Arras-pictures or as to some Tomb Belong`d for Monuments whilst only flyes A glimpse of Life or Twilight from their Eyes All`s turnd a Sepulcher so whist and dead A silence raigns the sweet death welcomed O let me thus expire and melt away To dissolution Nature that Debt pay of Vapour-breath that else a boyling Feaver Stone Poyson sturdy Cout or stab might sever Sweet killing PHILLIS thus the soul to stray To Heaven `twete t` have Heaven by the way Such death were but to live the Gasps to this Ore-ravishing Delights too powerful bliss And then I dye a Martyr by thy haâ—â— Though not in wrath but spight of countermand As fleeting souls last Farwell must kiss That beauteous Hand first Fool All 's spoild by this PHILLIS Hand and Glove FAir Phillis my ambitious Muse Through its aspiring zeal wâ—'d hoâ—se Rather to charm thy hand then Glovâ— Court that Diviner form my Lovâ— T'whom Snow with th' Alablaster mine Great Style of Whiteness only assign Where azure streams in purling measure Make Cupids Isles and Place of pleasure But this eclipses vails their light And pleads Commission for 't worse spight Whilst cas'd up beautcous they appear Like sacred Twin-like Relicks there Worth 'bove all Romes like cloysterd Nun Or silver Orb involved Moons Not nak'd to each unworthy eye Or the Suns bolder kisses lye Sight fit'st for King but then devest Break forth like Morns their dusky East When silk and gold as touch more fine Some Needle-Miracle design VVhere laid to th' eye small new Creation Birds Beasts so near inanimation So true that Natures self does start Halfe mothering that meer Child of Art Mock'd by this Landskip â—ye mistakes For her own work th' Hills Plants and Lakes Sweet'st Recluse-payr you meanlyer-chòice Beauties triumph it now rejoyce Let coorser Hands now boldly shew Seek t' enamour with worse Snow Your Gloves kind pardon if I seem Transported here with what 's their Gem Chief Riches Glory wherefore spight Should not ore-long debar my sight Since I love these too even in this Fine Pâ—ittyest winning beauty is Both as it self and as ' â—is thine So dainty-shap'd Symmetrick fine Pure-white withal that iâ— might stand A rude-drawn Picture to that hand VVherein methinks breath highest sweets VVhose sublimation Iuno fits This Pattern seems for the best of gloves As that for hands like th' Queen of Leves O Cupid wouldst ordain that I Under that form might hug so nigh That loved Hand miraculous feat But ah I fear my Youthful Heat Sighs soft-breath'd whispers joyful Dance o th' panting-Heart then colder Trance With fervent raven us kisses soon Would blab the Cozenage all undone W en I 'm cashir'd eternally Whereas that Favourit-Glove laid by Recloaths that Beauty exalted is To its late Paradisiah Bliss His third Dream of FILLIS Evening Walk and Voice FIllis and I O fondly'st-kind Indulgent Stars thus still you bind Fillis and I in Evening fair Stole forth to take the Garden-air That sweet'st and mildest age of Day When Sun does sprinkle a kinder Ray Nor begets head-ach whilst Goodnight Sends from Far-West with drowsie light The Morn That plac'd like pauses sweet Tween th' Aguish fits of Cold and Heat Those harmless Gales were only straying Which dance the leaves with nicer playing Nor whisper whilst with kind of bliss Mays Flowry beauteous strangers kiss In sign of welcom toyling oft With Fillis Curles when us'd methought Reverence too least through its sin One curle disturb'd or spoyld had been Th' Ayrs Concave still'd to quiet rest Like Fillis gentle Maiden-brest Who mask'd and vailâ—d that else had soon Traversâ—d a gloomy Thick design'd With Love-maze Laborynth where inshrin'd Th' Worlds beauty appeard t was ambushplot To bear the Nightingales small throat Highâ—st strong'd to boot that prais to be The Shades prime Songster harmony With rest o th Noise who begun As if toth' then departing Sun Would chirp a merry shril Goodnight And so long sing as he gave Light Which heard the fine mirth jollity To smiling pleasure by and by Fillis puts in toth'warbling quire Fair Goddess lo which seemd t' inspire Those little creatures with their skill Who now chant Anthems t' her praise still The ruder Place seem'd Chaos-wise Turnd to a new drest Paradice Earth-Heaven so well that face and tongue Might to sweet Cherubins belong Gods wrapt with joy o th' creation T' affairs divine held strait Vacation Breaking Heavens Parliament asunder To see to hear this Mortal wonder The air trac'd in measures while cros-armd Some sate inamourd shewing Love-charmd Consulting all her soon translation From this base earth to th' starry station As their Quires Mistris while She-powrs Or praisâ—d or envi'd from their Towrs Wood-satyres skipping wildly round This masque at least my Fancy found Lo th'All of Rapture sweets how high Best Joyes the ears capacity Could reach to onely those above The dear Soul-melting Sounds of Love Her Lute was rare though dead the sound This living therefore rarer erownd That was
Loving long free That so oft hath fettered me Say if she 's fretfull and I have bands Of Pearl and Gold to bind her hands Tell her if she strugle still â— have myrtel Rods at will â—or to tame though not to kill Take thou my blessing thus go And tell her this but do not so â—est a handsome anger sly â—ik a lightning from her eye And burn thee up as well as I. How Violets came blew LOve on a day wise Poets tell Some time I wrangling spent Whether the Violets should excel â—or she in sweetest scent But Venus having lost the day Poor girls she fell on you And beat ye so as some do say Her blows did make ye blew Counsel not to love HE that will not love must be My Schollar and learn this of me There be in love as many fears As the Summers corn hath ears Sighs and sobs and sorrows more Then the sand that makes the shore Freezing cold and fiery heats Fainting swoons and deadly sweats Now an ague then a fever Both tormenting Lovers ever Wouldst thou know besides all these How hard a woman t is to please How cross how sullen and how soon She shifts and changes like the Moon How false how hallow shee s in heart And how she is on her left part How high shee s priz'd and worth but small Little thou 't love or not at all On the Willow-tree THou art to all lost love the best The only true plant found Wherewith young men and maids distrest And left off love are crown'd When once the Lovers rose is dead Or laid aside forlorn Then willow-garlands about the head Bedeau'd with tears are worn When with neglect the Lovers bane Poor maids rewarded be For their love lost their onely gain Is but a wreath from thee And underneath thy cooling shade When weary of the light The love-spent youth and love-sick maid Come to weep out the night To his Mistris to command him any thing BId me to live and I will live thy servant for to be Or bid me love and I will give A loving heart to thee A heart as soft a heart as kinde A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou cast finde That heart I le give to thee Bid that heart stay and it will stay To honor thy decree Or bid it languish quite away And it shall do it for thee Bid me to weep and I will weep While I have eyes to see And having none yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee Bid me despair and I le despaire Under that Cyprus tree Or bid me die and I will dare Even death to die for thee Thou art my life my love my heart The very eyes of me And hast command of every part To live and die for thee A Hymne to Venus GOddess I do love a girl Ruby-lipt ' and tooth't like Pearl If so be I may but prove Lucky in this maid I love I will promise there shall be Myrtels offered up to thee The good night to the Bride BLessings in abundance come To the Bride and to her Groome May the Bed this short night Know the fulness of delight Pleasures may here attend you And ere long a boy Love send you Curld and comely and so trim Maids in time may ravish him Thus a dew of graces fall On you both Good-night to all The Willow-Garland A Willow-garland thou didst send Perfumed last day to me Which did but only this portend I was forsook by thee Since it is so I le tell thee what To morrow thou shalt see Me weare the Willow after that To dye upon the tree To a Teltale Thy glowing eares to hot contention bent Are not unlike red Herings broyl'd in Lent To Baull the Cryer In thy rude Parish as thou dost profess Thou 'rt like the Baptist in the wilderness Yet ere for conscience off thy head should go Tâ—ou wouldst not cry Oyes but roare out No On deaf Joan the Ale-wife the prates to others yet can nothing heare Just like a sounding jugg that wants an eare To Zounds the Swaggerer What dost thou mean to revel roare arâ— spend To drink and drabble and swear so wilâ— thou rend Thy way to Hell The Devil will spy day At a small hole and snach his Chuck away To the same What Gulf 's within thee that thou swallow'st so It is to drown all thirsts before thou go To that Infernall hat-house such a ground Of reasons deeper than I list to sound To his Mistris WHat conscience say is it in thee When I a heart had one To take away that heart from me And to retain thy ovvn For shame and pity now incline To play a loving part Either to send me kindly thine Or send me back my heart Covet not both for if thou dost Resolve to part vvith neither Why yet to shevv that thou art just Take me and mine together On Love I Held Loves head vvhile it did ake And so it chanced to be The cruel pain did him forsake And forthvvith came to me Ah me how shal my grief be still'd Or where else shal we find One like to me who must be kild For being too too kinde To his Mistris T is evening my sweet dark let us meet Long time we have been a trying And never as yet that season could get Wherein to have had an enjoying For pity or shame then let not loves flame Be ever and ever a spending Since now to the Port the path is but short And yet our way has no ending Time flies away fast our hours do waste The while we never remember How soon our life here grows old with thâ—â— yeerâ— That dies with the next December The Fairies IF ye will with Mab finde grace 〈◊〉 Set each platter in its place Rake the fire up and get Water in ere Sun be set Wash your pales and clense your Daries â—uts are loathsome to the Fairies Sweep your house who doth not so â—â—ab will pinch her by the toe Cherry-Pit IUlia and I did lately sit Playing for sport at Cherry-pit â—â—e threw I cast and having throwne â— got the pit and she the stone To Robbin Redbrest When I 'me led out for dead let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me And while the wood-nimphs my cold corps inter Sing thou my Dirge sweet warbling Chorister For Epitaph in â—oliage next write this Here here the tomb of William Redley is His Vision to his Mistris I Dream'd we both were in a bed Of Roses almost smothered But then I heard thy sweet breath say Faults done by night will blush by day I kist thee panting and I call The night to record that was all But ah if empty dreams so please Love give me more such nights as these Charon and Philomel A Dialogue sung PHIL CHaron O gentle Charon let me woo thee By tears and pity now to come unto me Ch. What voice so sweet
when Florella fround Shee like a Commet strucke mee to the ground Till shee was pleas'd to cleare her glorious eyes Which summon'd mee from death to life to rise Wherefore you speedy Merchant doe you runne Beyond the bounds of the all-bounding Sunne To seeke for Rubies Pearle and Ivory Adventuring hazard both of Land and skie When my Florella can afford all this Without your search in the tumultuous Seas Rubies and Pearle her lips and teeth her skinne Like hollow Ivory lockes those gems within For which you fondly up and downe doe rome When you may better find this wealth at home What would the Northerne Climate hold too deare To purchase my Florella to live there That where the niggard sute denies to shine They might receive more lustre from her eyne But that I know she loves Religion best She had long since seene India the West But least those Pagans who adore the rise Of the bright Sunne should doate upon her eyes She was resolv'd to stay wo had I bin Had she gone thither to encrease their sinne East India nothing holds that's worth her view There 's nothing there that shee can take for new Their aire-persuming spices pretious gum Their fragrant odors pleasants Cinamum All these and sweeter farre shee breathes whose smell Doth all things but it selfe highly excell Once to my friend I did these lines rehearse Who streightway smil'd and did applaud my verse But Ah! I feare 't was my Florella's name That brib'd his tongue so to belie my fame Once and but once I chancâ—d to have the sight Of my Florella who makes darkness light When leaden Morpheus did her sence surprize In the lock't casket of her closed eys Faine would I steale a kisse but as I strove Those scarlet Judges of my sleeping love Did swell against my pride and angry red Charg'd mee stand back from her forbidden bed While they her precious breath did seem to smother Each privately did steale a touch from the other I envious at their new begotten blisse Was bold on her soft lips to print a kisse At which she wak't And have you ever seene How faire Aurora heavens illustrious queene Shakes off her sable Robe and with a grace Smiles in the front of a faire morning face Just so my love as if night had beene noone Discards the element of the uselesse moone And from her glorious tapers sent a fire To light the darkest thoughts to quicke desire While thus from forth her rosall gate she sent Breath form'd in words the marrow of content And have you Sir at such a tempting time Bettayd my honour to this welcome crime By stealing pleasure from me 't was thy Love I know that did thee to this trespasse move For I have prov'd thy faith which since I finde The trusty Inmate of a loyall minde Of force I must except it and in part Of recompence afford thee all my heart Thus having ceaz'd my prize I told her sweet As by no fouler name we ere may greete So what is mine I tender all my selfe The poorest part of thy unvalued wealth Thou hast won much in this thy mercy showne That thus at last thou dost receive thy owne Least they who after me like fare shall prove Should say See what it is to be in Love I am iâ— pâ—rtu Loves Apostacy to his friend Mr. E. D. Tut let her goe can I indâ—re all this Yet dye to doate upon a maydens kisse Is there such Magicke in her lookes that can Into a foole transfigurate a man Didst thou not love her true and shee disdaine To meete thy vertue let her meete her shame Were she as faire as she her selfe would be Adorn'd with all the cost of bravery Could she melt hearts of flint and from her eye Give her beholders power to live or die I 'de rather begge she would pronounce my death Then be her scorne though that preserv'd my breath Rise heart and be not foold S'foot what a shame Were it for thee to re-incence one flame From the declining spark dost thou not know As shee s a woman her whole Sex doth owe To thine all honor her false heart pride Dare not oppose thy faith then turn high tide And let her since her scorn doth so disease thee By her repentance strive again to pleas thee The broken-heart-song COunt the sighs and count the tears Which have in part my budding yeers Comment on my woful look Which is now black sorrows book Read how love is overcome Weep and sigh and then be dumb Say it was your charity To help him whose eyes are dry Here paint my Cleora's name Then a hurt and then a flame Then mark how the heart doth fry When Cleora is so nigh Though the flame did do its part T was the name that broke the heart Peace no more no more you need My sad History to read Fold the Paper up agen And report to other men These complaints can justly prove Hearts may break that be in love Women are mens shadows 1. FOllow a shadow it flies you Seem to flie it it will pursue So court a Mistris she denies you Let her alone she wil court you Say are not women truly then Stil'd but the shadows of us men 2. At morn and even shades are longest At noon they are or short or none So men at weakest they are strongest But grant us perfect th' are not known Say are not women truly then Styl'd the shadows of us men Women are not mens shadows E. Contra 1. THe Sun absented shadows then Cease to put on the forms of men But wives their husbands absent may Bear best their forms they being away Say are not women falsly then Stil'd but the shadows of us men 2. Shadows at morn and even are strong At noon they are or weak or none Women at Noon are ever long At night so weak they fall along Say are not women falsly then Stil'd but the shadows of us men 3. As bodies are contracted shadows so Contract themselvs to forms as bodies do Let men be bounded nere so close I wist Women wil rove and ramble where they 〈◊〉 Say are not women falsly then Stil'd but the shadows of us men An Epigram To himself of his Mistris WHat though thou merit not why know there lies Vail'd in the courteous candor of her eyes A saving mercy that can lend a wing For dul despair to mount on t is a thing Beyond the common reach to know how sweet He lives that doth in death a pardon meet But thou art poor true but her better part Nere lookt upon the habit but the heart Shee that has vertue cannot dote on those Whose best perfection is a sute of clothes Who court th' attracting beauties of the age With some con'd stuff brought from the Cockpit stage Or gull their Mistris by some Poeme shown Which 'cause they paid for they dare call their own When if their brains were ransackt you might know They nere
commenc't beyond their Crisscross-rowe Then hope poor heart and strongly that shee will At last imbrace thee for she hath the skill To school thee first with frowns that so her favor May when she smiles last with the greater savour Another Epigram To his Superlative Mistris COmpare the Bramble to the stately Pine The fruitles Thistle to the vertuous Vine Compare the Charcole to the snow-white Down The wreath of Rushes to th' Imperial crown Compare the Raven to the turtle Dove The Moors of India to the queen of Love Compare the Candle to the splendent Mooâ— The fogs of night to Phoebus eye at noon Compare the Kite to sweet-breath'd Philomel The Lerman Lake to th' Helliconian Well If these admit comparison then she That can admit of no equalitie May find a parallel but let some men Rack their dul brains to praise their Mistris when The utmost of their language they have spenâ— Let them sit down and sigh and be content Their Idols eyes to Sunbeams to compare Or by the rose her blased lips declare My Mistris must beyond their Saints survive In that unequald height Superlative Of one Mary Frail who lay with Mr. Reason MAry was long desirous for to marry And vow'd that past fifteen she would not tarry I am sure this vow of modesty did saile To quaver on her lips even in her song Or if one touch the Lute with art cunning Who would not love those hands for their swift running And her I like that with a majesty Folds up her arms and makes low courtesie To leave my self that am in love with all Som one of these might make the chasest fall If she be tall she 's like an Amazon And therefore fills the bed she lies upon If short she lies the rounder to say troth Both short long please me for I love both I think what one undeckt would be being drest Is she attired then shew her graces best A white wench thralls me so doth golden yellow And nut-brown girls in doing have no fellow If her white neck be shadowed with black hair Why so was Leda's yet was Leda fair Amber trest is she then on the morn think I My Love alludes to every History A yong wench pleaseth an old is â—ood This for her looks that for her wonâ—â—n-hood Nay what is she that any man loves But my ambitious ranging mind approves The new Petition APollo once disdained not to keep So he might keep his love Admetâ—â— sheep The distaff Hercules did excercise T' extract a smile from his deare Ladies eyeâ— Olympick Ioan disdained not to take A bulls effigies for Eutopus sake Achilles fitter far to deale with steel Did labour for his Mistress at the reel Love spar'd â—â—ander his pledg'd faith to save Died hugging in his armes the murdring wave Whil'st a new death his Heroe doth devise And drownd her selfe i th Ocean of her eyes By Pyramus the world did understand That love and life lay linked hand in hand When one was lost in This be the other flew Through the peire't portals of his wound yet new Which when his This be saw t is hard to say VVhose spirit posted fastest on the way Thus some dejection others did invade Great oposition and have willingly laid Their lives at needless hazzard some have died â—nd so have to the utmost satisfied â—hat tyrant love could force beyond this the great and true non ultra fixed is â—et happy this since whatsoe're they tried â— as on their Mistress part regratified â—â—h who would when he saw an equal flame â—f love in her he lov'd owe so much shame â—s to esteem his life if her least grief â—id but invite his blood for her reliefe â—ut this forenamed courteous Ghost can bear â—â—e witness I have shed full many a teare â—poke the best language Rhetorick affords â—â—mb'd out my heart even to the life in words Would what they did did like occasion proffer And till that do I can no more but offer And yet for all my sufferings she that is â—f I dare reach to call her so my bliss â—â—ights all my sorrows Oh weat eye could now Forbear to yeeld a tear when seeing how â— love I am neglected weep with me All you that read my wrongs so if you be Compationate perhaps your tears may move The frozen Mercy of my ice-white love Which if they do if you at any time Shall want a drop I 'le lend you some mine Methinks I see you weep dear Mistress thâ—â— Behold a Noble sea of pittying men Doth waft me to your favour it you daigâ—â— Yes now at last to ease me of my paine This glory shall unto your mercy rise That you haue wip't all tears from lovers eyâ— The Widdow Bride To the accomplish'd Lady of his thoughts Feeding I famish fired by the eye Which makes me dying live and living die FAire shall I name thee to express thy worth Nay thou hast something else to set theâ— forth Then thy externall beautie which no time Shall ere deface and that is truly thine Though outward white graâ—'d with an inward faire Vnite in one exceedeth all compare For what may glorious Saints whose divine feature Immortalis'd above an human Creature Appropriate unto themselves save this Though they 're invested with the roabe of bliss Pure is their Store the State of innocence Full be their Lamps of divine influence Complete 's their Aâ—mour and their order too Thus they attend the Lambe where ere he go And thou terrestriall Angel who canst give Though young example to the old to live Divines what thou shalt be for I do see All sacred Craces treasured in thee As in some curious artful Cabbinet Where Patience shines as a rich â—ewellet Set in a precious 〈◊〉 which may be best Allusion have to thy unspoted brest Where vertues have their Mansion should â— speak More freely of thy Merits I wil seek No modern Model to conform the State Of my affections or will imitate Any with affectation but that grace which thou reserves in action speech paâ—e Honor of ages what a Sympathie Of soul inthroning vertues works in thee To make thee more affected Where desire Of moderation tempers the heat of ire Content all self-repining and delight To see another prosper that base spite Which worldly Moles express from day to day In seeing others flourish more then they No thou art earthly Sainted canst taste What fruit's in Mundane pleasure being past When this same Circle of our humane bless Quite ran about shal end with wretchednes And is not this above th' conceit of man That thou the weaker Sex shold seem to span This abstract of thy life with such respect Unto thy soul form'd by that Architect Whose glory is thy aim Nay that thy prime Scarcely arriv'd at the freshness of her time Should so disvalue earth as to bestow Thy heart on heaven thy frayler part below Where life like to a shade whose vading
but hollow Timbers noise This sweet warm lovely Womans voice Religion swayd else I had nigh Been guilty of Voice-Idolatry FILLIS and the Nightingale RAre charming Voice but O how rare Breath'd by that She so only fair Whose face and bodies beauties be Compos'd with so rare Symmetry Heavens choice design so sweetly accorded One Heavenly Consort all afforded And were the Harmony o' th Eye Seem'd Natures silent Melody Nere man so doubly-blest th' eye ear Record it Love t was only here Each trembling Noat those Corals wrought VVhen born seem'd swaddled wrapt methought And as soon dying Embalm'd within So sweet breath as perfum'd't had been Came flying in a precious air Of Odors 'bove Arabian far The same sweet noats you would have deemd The several souls of Musick seemd VVhilst the whole Song rare sweetst compound VVherein th' Ear's Sugar Sytrop found O could I 've caught and kept alive Those precious sounds beyond reprive Those Spirits of Sweetness as they flye So t'have had constant Melody Nay Phillis self still by me in those Her Breath preserv'd and relick'd close Had servâ—d for soveraign protection GaÃnst poysnous Plagues and all infection If that famâ—d Harp could Rivers cause To stand at wanton gaze and pause Beasts stubborn Rocks and burly Trees Made dance in Antique Revels thess Her voice must greater Magick prove And make them court her fall in Love VVhile Fillis breath'd and closâ—d her song Behold a pritty vvonder sprung Th' ambitious Nightingale replyd Through pertest emulations pride Chief Chorister I ' th feathered Court To th' Royal Eagle fam`d in sport VVould sing her part and nimbly runs Her fine-poiz'd quaint Divisions Novv Fillis then the Nightingale Novv she then she vvhich should prevail The Chirper falls to earnest novv No more must jesting strains allovv T is sober Duel no idle play Sharp brest-conâ—ention for the day Till the poor Bird presumes still higher As life vvould forfeit and expire VVhich pittying I vvas fain to intreat Her softer heart vvould make retreat And end the dangerous strife so nigh By yeelding a false Victory This quarrel must not the loss prove Of such a voice to th' Spring and Grove Her Mercy rather should reprive Double honors Trophie keep alive VVhen loth to stifle yet my blisses I silenc'd those svveet lips vvith Kisses Though but th' ears airy joyes transfer'â— To th' solid touch so sav'd the Bird His fourth Dream of Cressas Funeral the Love of Difloris IS any Pastors care so deaf to Fame That has not heard of fairest Cressas name So us'd to bleatings whom that Funeralknel Which groand this Nimph to earth did hearts congeal Hath not arriv'd to happy sure 's that He In this since knows not th' common Misery Distresâ—d Arcadias loss with whom does share Nature Grand Mourner her beloved fair Cloyster'd in dust nor without company Dy'd she alone a hundred seemd to dye In Sorrow with her The Suns self was gone Fast from her Funerals and Night came on To bring her Sables O what new-rais'd Train Of Goblâ—ns strook my sight which rov'd the plain With such dire ceremony ruful guize As each did his own Funeral solemnize Lo Deaths March t was First went young swains by pair Each crownd with mournful Cipress Usherer To th solemn Herse Those four next to ' that leâ— Bare Shieldes where pictur'd on a cole-black beâ— A pale dead Virgin lay prepar'd as t were To Bridals and which beauteous did appear Even in death by deaths black arms imbract And over in white Characters was plac't This this my Lover this my Bridal So All pass'd along But following th' Hersâ— did go A single Swain how dismal-lookt slow pac't Trust bulk of wretchedness ore whose face cast A meer Life-damp seem'd Ghost to th' Corps before Sighs storm'd about him whilst he drench'd their shore His torrent eys and thus would needs excel Surpass in grief About his Hat mix'd wel Forsaken Willow Cipress where above This written Deaths my Rival Next does move the Virgin-train in white which Censers bear â—ark-vail'd like Dooms-day Planets Torch-light there â—orc't frightful Noon And thus they softly trace â—ire measure how unwilling to th sad place â—here they must leave their slumbring Nimph behind â— ' enrich the Covetous Earth which half struck blind the Youth beheld never spake Sorrow more Then now in silence different Passions store â—ere sighs there tears pale looks there yet all one Consort in Grief This general alone All look'd their utmost til now lost the sight With whom their eyes seemâ—d as 't were bury'd quite And blind to upper things in earth beneath Are following her as if in spite of death Would stil enjoy with many a pitying muse The rude ore churlish mold should so abuse That daintiest Body which though one more nice Las now complain'd not but death-tranced lyes What Maiden adiews what tears Swain kiss'd the Place All saying Richer-gem'd Earth never was Epitaph HEre Chastity it self doth lye And Beautie's self whom never eye Nor tongue could tempt as yet love Till Death his violent dart did prove And powerful'st wou unto his Bed Though She was even then Ravished PHILLIS Complaint WHy was I born Or not born blind Though thence the scorn Of whol mankind Their Pity or Wonder That so I 'd Womans Shape nere known 〈◊〉 seâ—ing had I mist but one But Thine alone We only kept asunder â—then kinde Heavens you had blest A Soul of Anguish That 's now condemn'd to sad unrest And endlesly must languish Yet check my Heart no more These Plaints give â—re Since thou hadst rather die through her rejection Then not have seen so rare perfection On his retired Lady I. VVHen you were born sure nature meaâ— some other thing Whose 〈◊〉 by your discontent Youl 'd peevishly to ruine bring The Sun doth shine the stars hold forth And so should you expose your worth II. Why should a face whose Magick may weak seuls recruit The 〈◊〉 and the veils obey Or wherefore should that tongue be mute 〈…〉 many to mortal ears Sinâ—s â—igh and sweeter then the Sphears III. Each for her Coâ—ntreys welsare came into the earth Part of her best paâ—ts we may claim As truly forfeit at her birth Yet since forc't bâ—ons are not so kinde We 'l beg your face and vertuous minde IV. As did Medusa by her eyes to stones convert Each daring look so thine surprise But 't is not with Medusa's art As flesh to stones transformed she So stony hearts are broke by thee V. Thy sacred lips where cherries grow set round with spiâ—e Whence loves Eleâ—tars freely 〈◊〉 Why in recess constrain'd so nice Sure he shall die unblest that â—iffes The famouâ—â—ooty of your kisses VI Will thy bright beams be ere the less for lighting me 〈…〉 thy comliness 〈…〉 thy dignity 〈…〉 no longer in the Mines 〈…〉 and yet she shines VII Pray what â—vails Diana's tower Or what consent Is couched in the golden shower While she receives imprisonment The life of beauty 's by resort Not in the priâ—on but the Court VIII 〈…〉 cheeks abroad 〈…〉 no more Those Gâ—ms each 〈◊〉 would applaâ—d 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 adore 〈…〉 your self and we in this 〈…〉 greateâ— share in bliss 〈…〉