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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41698	Poems, chiefly consisting of satyrs and satyrical epistles by Robert Gould.	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1689 (1689)	Wing G1431; ESTC R14024	124,654	348

doubly then an Age of Gold The Goddesses had though in Beauty rare No more contended which had been the Fair But with a joint consent resign'd the Ball Asham'd your Lustre shou'd eclipse 'em all Succeeding Times for they shall know your Fame Will have just Cause to celebrate your Name Blest with a noble Issue 't is your doom For this Age to provide and that to come Those Beautys then shall shine now in their Spring And the then Poets of their Praises sing Like you in every outward Gift compleat And may ye Gods their Vertues be as great A Race of Hero's too that Age shall know Who by their Deeds will their Extraction show Add lasting Honours to the Bertie's Fame And with fresh Laurels crown that Noble Name Happy the Children sprung from vertuous Wives Thrice happy those to whom that Fate arrives The bright Example through Life's vitious maze Does guide 'em in the path that leads to praise A Vertuous Wife but such alas there 's few And in the Van your Merit places you A Vertuous Wife which who e're does attain Has got the chiefest good the richest gain No greater Blessing can the Gods bestow When they 'd oblige a Favourite below A Vertuous Wife which Heav'n and Earth regards And Heav'n and Earth too bounteously rewards For she 'l in both Worlds meet the highest doom Honour in this Glory in that to come To my Lady Anne Bainton on the 28 th of April 1688. 'T Was night and with a weight of grief opprest Though weary'd with much toil I took no rest All wrapt in Melancholy thought I lay Wish't 't wou'd be ever dark or soon be day But Heav'n still mindful wretched man to ease Inspir'd me with a pleasing thought when nothing else cou'd please A thought which all around did joy display And drove the anxious throng of cares away So in a Dream oft Fancy to us brings A thousand frightful Images of things Confus'd but at the op'ning of the Eye Their shapes dissolve the airy Fantoms fly Gods streight I cry'd why ly I longer here When Pleasure 's nigh why thus indulge my care Up then and to high Heav'n Devotion pay For the return of this Auspicious Day The day that gave fair Adorissa Birth And with another Lucreece blest the Earth Chast Adorissa high in Heav'n's esteem The Grace's Darling and the Muses Theme Which every Pen to write and every Ear With an uncommon Joy inclines to hear While in her Conduct we see fairly writ Her Mother's Heav'nly Modesty her Father 's pow'rful wit As thus I spoke Aurora's cheerful ray Brought the glad Tydings of returning day The Larks did mount their morning Carols sung To Heav'ns wide Arch the tuneful Echo's rung And now the Sun let loose the Reins of light And ne're before methought appear'd so bright No gloomy Cloud did interpose between His Beams and us nor rising Fog was seen The Winds were hush't only a balmy breeze With am'rous Wings fann'd perfume through the Trees Lo here cry'd I again when all around Above below a general Joy I found Nature her self to shew we well admire Puts on her gorgeous Robes and Spring attire That we may say her gentlest looks she cast To grace this day and bless it as it past Never O Grateful Goddess was it known Thy Glories were more proper to be shown For O! what Charms can in that Sex abound That 's not in the more charming Adorissa found Her Vertues which the nicest Test will bear Her easy flowing yet commanding Air A temper which no trifling will abide Sweet without Art and stately without Pride How all she does becomes her such a Grace Such lovely Motions such a lovely Face Though young her self yet how in Judgment old Are things too full of wonder to be told These Madam were my Thoughts but while you stay To read 'em you throw pretious time away And mar the better Pleasures of the Day The Guests Impatient long you shou'd appear And I shou'd err to keep you longer here Now strike up Musick let the Virgins feet With equal Harmony your Measures meet And you fair Dam'sels give delight the rein Though often tir'd take breath and to 't again But O kind Youths let not the Nymphs though fair Make you fix Adoration only there O give not Cupid all let Bacchus have his share So to the top fill up the flowing Bowl Come he that spills least has the greatest Soul Let no dull sniveling Coxcomb baulk his Glass But if he will not drink dismiss the Ass Ill fare the man that will at such a time Think Dancing Love Delight or Drink a crime What if they call us Sots so let 'em do Your Sober Sot's the dullest of the two O Solomon thou never spok'st amiss If time for all things now 's the time for this Fill round again to the large Brim fill up 'T is Adorissa's Health unlade the Cup But prithee though y' are merry don't forget The Poet Wine 's his best pretence to wit. But whither does the Muse intend her flight Or has the Jilt forgot to whom I write Or I am drunk indeed turn'd giddy with delight Howe're it is Madam I 'm confident 'T is all obedience 't is all humbly meant Permit me then to hope you will forgive These lines and condescend to let 'em live The Poet's Friend whene're y' are pleas'd to smile You wing our Fancy and improve our stile Wherefore this April's Sun shall cease to warm Your Spouse to Love and your own Eyes to charm E're I decline indulgent to your Fame To write your Praise and celebrate your Name Long may you in your Partners Arms be prest With the same Ardour that you first carest When the dear man came panting to your Breast May you see many of these days return And all the while have not one cause to mourn And O! which will be more than double Joy May your next Birth-day prove the Birth-day of a Boy To M rs H. Key FAir is your Sex but Ah! so faithless they Indeed deserve what we in Satyr say But some among the rest a very few Like Diamonds in the dust attract our view Among which number sparkling like a Star You shine above the rest and spread your lustre far Ah Noble Maid but in thy Age's noon And make perfection all thy own so soon Showing thy Sex and O that more wou'd please To trace thy steps they may be good with ease That Vertue 's not a Scarecrow to affright light But soft as kindling love and mild as dawning Indeed our Teachers with their Haggard looks And doz'd with poring upon Musty Books Say 't is a Blessing ev'n the best can't gain But with an Age of Patience Toyl and Pain O why shou'd they make rough what you have made so plain But while of these Impediments they tell They but discourage those that wou'd do well Unwing their mounting thoughts which else might fly A tow'ring height with

constant but their shame What Saty'rist then that honest can sit still And unconcern'd see such a Tyde of ill With an impetuous force o'erflow the Age And not strive to restrain it with his rage On Sin 's vast Army seize Wing Reer and Van And like Impartial Death not spare a Man For where alas where is that mighty He That is from Pride Deceit and Envy free Or rather is not tainted with all three Mankind is Criminal their Acts their Thoughts 'T is Charity to tell 'em of their Fau'ts And shew their failings in a faithful Glass For who won't mend that sees he is an Ass And this design 't is that employs my Muse This for her daily Theme she 's proud to chuse A Theme that she 'l have daily need to use Let other Poets flatter fawn and write To get some Guinnys and a Dinner by 't But she cou'd ne'r cringe to a Lord for meat Change sides for Int'rest hug the City-cheat Nor praise a prosp'rous Villain thô he 's great Quite contrary her Practice shall appear Unbrib'd Impartial pointed and severe That way my Nature leans compos'd of Gall I must write sharply or not write at all Tho' Thyrsis wings the Air in tow'ring flights And to a wonder Panegyrick writes Though he is still exalted and sublime Scarce to be marcht by past or present time Yet what Instruction can from hence accrue 'T is flatt'ry all too fulsom to be true Urge not for 't is to vindicate the wrong It causes Emulation in the young A thirst to Fame while some high Act they read That spurs 'em to the same Romantick deed As if some pow'rful magick lay in Rhimes That made men braver than at other times 'T is false and fond Hero's may huff and fight But who can merit so as he can write To hold a Glow-worm is the morning Star And that it may with ease be seen as far Were most ridiculous so wide from truth It justly wou'd deserve a sharp reproof That wretch is more to blame whose hireling Pen Calls Knaves and Coxcombs wise deserving men Says that the vitious are with vertue grac't Iudges all just and all Court-Strumpets chast If to be prais'd does give a man pretence To Glory Honour Honesty and Sense Cromwell had much to say in his defence Who though a Tyrant which all ills comprize Has been extoll'd and lifted to the Skies While living such was the applause they gave Counted High Princely Pious Just and Brave And with Encomiums waited to the Grave Who then wou'd give this for a Poet's praise Which rightly understood does but debase And blast that Reputation it wou'd raise Hence 't is and 't is a Punishment that 's fit They are condemn'd and scorn'd by men of wit 'T is true some Foplings nibble at their Praise And think it great to grace the Front of Plays Though most to that stupidity are grown They wave their Patron 's praise to write their own Yet they but seldom fail of their Rewards And Faith in that I cannot blame the Bards If Coxcombs will be Coxcombs let 'em rue If they love Flatt'ry let 'em pay for 't too 'T is one sure method to convince the Elves They spare my pains and satyrize themselves In short nought helps like Satyr to amend While in huge Volumes motly Priests contend And let their vain Disputes ne'r have an end They plunge us in those Snares we else shou'd shun Like Tinkers make ten holes in mending one Our dearest Friends too though they know our Fau'ts For pity or for shame conceal their Thoughts While we who see our failings not forbid Loosely run on in the vain Paths we did 'T is Satyr then that is our truest Friend For none before they know their Faults can mend That tells us boldly of our foulest crimes Reproves ill manners and reforms the Times How am I then too blame when all I write Is honest rage not prejudice or spight Truth is my aim with truth I shall impeach And I 'll spare none that come within it's reach On then my Muse the World before thee lies And lash the Knaves and Fools that I despise Love given over OR A SATYR Against the Pride Lust and Inconstancy c. OF WOMAN Writ in the Year 1680. TO THE Right Honourable CHARLES EARL of Dorset and Middlesex c. My Lord THE Widows Mite cast to the store Was more than all for she cou'd give no more The Rich indeed might daily Presents bring As flowing from an inexhausted Spring I say not this that you shou'd partial be Or think this more because it came from me But only that I am as poor as she As poor I mean in Sense as she in Coin Nor is that Mite originally mine 'T is true a Mite is in it self but small But vast the store that gives a Mite to all You are that Store my Lord whose boundless mind In Iudgment firm in Fancy unconfin'd Distributes Rayes of Sense to all Mankind It is but just then as the Gods inspire Earths sordid Clay with their Celestial Fire Which whensoe're the dull Mass finds a Grave Returns again to the same God that gave I shou'd that little All I have restore But blush to think that 't is improv'd no more I am My Lord Your Lordship 's Faithful And most humble Servant R. Gould Advertisement THE pious Endeavours of the Gown have not prov'd more ineffectual towards reclaiming the Errors of a vitious Age than Satyr the better way though less practised the amendment of Honesty and good Manners among us Nor is it a wonder when we consider that Women as if they had the Ingredient of Fallen-Angel in their Composition the more they are lash't are but the more hardned in Impenitence And as Children in some violent Distemper commonly spit out those cherishing Cordials which if taken might chase away the Malady so they inspir'd as 't were with a natural averseness to Vertue despise that wholsome counsel which is religiously design'd for their future good and happiness Iudge then if Satyr ever had more need of a sharper sting than now when he can look out of his Cell on no side but sees so many Objects beyond the reach of Indignation Nor is it altogether unreasonable for me while others are lashing the Rebellious times into obedience to have one fling at Woman the original of Mischief I am sensible I might as well expect to see Truth and Honesty uppermost in the World as think to be free from the bitterness of their Resentments But I have no reason to be concern'd at that since I 'm certain my design 's as far from offending the good if there are any among them that can be said to be so as those few that are good wou'd be offended at their Reception into Bliss to be there crown'd with the happy reward of their Labours As for those that are ill if it gall them it succeeds according to my wish for I have no