on thy silent grave And writ on that earth which such honour had To cloath that flesh wherein thy self was clad And pardon me sweet Saint whom I adore That I this tribute pay out of the store Of lines and tears that 's only due to thee Oh doe not think it new Idolatry Though you are only soveraign of this Land Yet universall losses may command A subsidie from every private eye And press each pen to write so to supply And feed the common grief if this excuse Prevail not take these tears to your own use As shed for you for when I saw her dye I then did think on your mortality For since nor vertue witt nor beauty could Preserve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould Where they were framed all and where they dwelt I then knew you must dye too and did melt Into these tears but thinking on that day And when the gods resolv'd to take away A Saint from us I that did know what dearth There was of such good souls upon the earth Began to fear lest Death their Officer Might have mistook and taken thee for her So had'st thou rob'd us of that happiness Which she in heaven and I in thee possess But what can heaven to her glory adde The prayses she hath dead living she had To say she 's now an Angell is no more Praise than she had for shee was one before Which of the Saints can shew more votaries Than shee had here even those that did despise The Angels and may her now she is one Did whilst she liv'd with pure devotion Adore and worship her her vertues had All honour here for this world was too bad To hate or envy her these cannot rise So high as to repine at Deities But now she 's 'mongst her fellow Saints they may Be good enough to envy her this way There 's loss i' th' change 'twixt heav'n and earth if she Should leave her servants here below to be Hated of her competitors above But sure her matchlesse goodness needs must move Those blest soules to admire her excellence By this meanes only can her journey hence To heaven prove gain if as she was but here Worship'd by men she be by Angels there But I must weep no more over this urn My teares to their own chanell must return And having ended these sad obsequies My Muse must back to her old exercise To tell the story of my martyrdome But oh thou Idoll of my soul become Once pitiful that she may change her stile Dry up her blubbred eyes and learn to smile Rest then blest soul for as ghosts fly away When the shrill Cock proclames the infant-day So must I hence for loe I see from farre The minions of the Muses coming are Each of them bringing to thy sacred Herse In either eye a tear each hand a Verse To my Mistris in absence THough I must live here and by force Of your command suffer divorce Though I am parted yet my mind That 's more my self still stayes behind I breath in you you keep my heart 'T was but a carkasse that did part Then though our bodies are dis-joynd As things that are to place confin'd Yet let our boundless spirits meet And in loves sphere each other greet There let us work a mystique wreath Vnknown unto the world beneath There let our claspt loves sweetly twine There let our secret thoughts unseen Like nets be weav'd and inter-twin'd Wherewith wee catch each others mind There whilst our souls doe sit and kiss Tasting a sweet and subtle bliss Such as gross lovers cannot know Whose hands and lips meet here below Let us look down and mark what pain Our absent bodies here sustain And smile to see how far away The one doth from the other stray Yet burn and languish with desire To joyn and quench their mutuall fire There let us joy to see from farre Our emulous flames at loving warre Whilst both with equall luster shine Mine bright as yours yours bright as mine There seated in those heavenly bowers Wee 'l cheat the lag and lingring houres Making our bitter absence sweet Till souls and bodies both may meet To her in absence A SHIP TOst in a troubled sea of griefs I float Far from the shore in a storm-beaten boat Where my sad thoughts doe like the compass show The severall points from which cross winds do blow My heart doth like the needle toucht with love Still fixt on you point which way I would move You are the bright Pole-star which in the dark Of this long absence guides my wandring bark Love is the Pilot but o'r-come with fear Of your displeasure dares not home-wards stear My fearfull hope hangs on my trembling sayl Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip Bid it but move and quick as thought this Ship Into your armes which are my port will flye Where it for ever shall at Anchor lye SONG Eternity of Love protested HOw ill doth be deserve a Lovers name Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain But doth at once like paper set on fire Burn and expire True love can never change his seat Nor did he ever love that could retreat That noble Flame which my brest keeps alive Shall still survive When my soule 's fled Nor shall my love dye when my hodye's dead That shall wait on me to the lower shade And never fade My very ashes in their urn Shall like a hallowed Lamp for ever burn Vpon some alterations in my Mistresse after my departure into France OH gentle Love doe not forsake the guide Of my frail Bark on which the swelling tide Of ruthlesse pride Doth beat and threaten wrack from every side Gulfes of disdain doe gape to overwhelm This boat nigh sunk with grief whilst at the helm Dispair commands And round about the shifting sands Of faithless love and false inconstancy With rocks of cruelty Stop up my passage to the neighbour Lands My sighs have rais'd those winds whose fury bears My sayls o'r-boord and in their place spreads tears And from my tears This sea is sprung where nought but Death appears A mystie cloud of anger hides the light Of my fair star and every where black night Vsurpes the place Of those bright rayes which once did grace My forth bound Ship but when it could no more Behold the vanisht shore In the deep flood she drown'd her beamy face Good counsell to a young Maid WHen you the Sun-burnt Pilgrim see Fainting with thirst haste to the springs Mark how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nymphs and fling His body to the earth where He Prostrate adores the flowing Deitie But when this sweaty face is drencht In her cool waves when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht Then mark how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks and from the place That thus refresht him moves with sullen
here and in them view The point from which your full perfections grew You naked ancient wild Inhabitants That breath'd this Ayre and prest this flowry Earth Come from those shades where dwels eternall night And see what wonders Time hath brought to light Atlas and the Sphere vanished and a new Scaene appeares of mountaines whose eminent height exceed the Clouds which past beneath them the lower parts were wild and woody out of this place comes forth a more grave Antimasque of Picts the natuall Inhabitants of this Isle ancient Scots and Irish these dance a Perica or Martiall dance When this Antimasque was past there began to arise out of the earth the top of a hill which by little and little grew to bee a huge mountain that covered all the Scaene the under part of this was wild and craggy and above somewhat more pleasant and flourishing about the middle part of this Mountain were seated the three King domes of England Scotland and Ireland all richly attired in regall habits appropriated to the severall Nations with Crowns on their heads Each of them bearing the ancient Armes of the kingdoms they there presented At a distance above these sate a young man in a white embroydered robe upon his fair hair an Olive Garland with wings at his shoulders and holding in his hand a Cornucopia fill'd with corn and fruits representing the Genius of these kingdomes The first Song GENIVS RAise from these rockie cliffs your heads Brave Sonnes and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings where Majesty Crown'd with sweet smiles shoots from her eye Diffusive joy where good and Fair Vnited sit in Honours Chayr Call forth your aged Priests and chrystall streams To warm their hearts and waves in these bright beames KINGDOMES 1. From your consecrated woods Holy Druids 2. Silver floods From your channels fring'd with flowers 3. Hither move forsake your bowers 1. Strew'd with hallowed Oaken leaves Deck'd with flags and sedgie sheaves And behold a wonder 3. Say What doe your duller eyes survay CHORVS of DRVIDS and RIVERS We see at once in dead of night A Sun appear and yet a bright Noon-day springing from Star-light GENIVS Look up and see the darkened Sphere Depriv'd of light her eyes shine there CHORVS These are more sparkling than those were KINGDOMES 1. These shed a nobler influence 2. These by a pure Intelligence Of more transcendent Vertue move 3. These first feel then kindle Love 1. 2. From the bosomes they inspire These receive a mutuall fire 1.2.3 And where their flames impure return These can quench as well as burn GENIVS Here the fair victorious eyes Make worth only Beauties prize Here the band of Vertue tyes Bout the heart Love's amorous chain Captives tryumph Vassals reign And none live here but the slaine CHORUS These are th' Hesperian bowers whose fair trees bear Rich golden fruit and yet no Dragon near GENIVS Then from your impris'ning womb Which is the cradle and the tomb Of Brittish worthies fair sonnes send A troop of Heroes that may lend Their hands to case this loaden grove And gather the ripe fruits of Love KINGDOMS 1.2.3 Open thy stony Entrailes wide And break old Atlas that the pride Of three fam'd kingdomes may be spy'd CHORVS Pace forth thou mighty Brittish Hercules With thy choyce band for only thou and these May revell here in Loves Hesperides At this the under-part of the Rock opens and out of a Cave are seene to come the Masquers richly attyred like ancient Heroes the Colours yellow embroydered with silver their antique Helmes curiously wrought and great plumes on the top before them a troop of young Lords and Noble-mens sonnes bearing Torches of Virgin-wax these were apparelled after the old Brittish fashion in white Coats embroydered with silver girt and full gathered cut square coller'd and round caps on their heads with a white feather wreathen about them first these dance with their lights in their hands After which the Masquers descend into the room and dance their entry The dance being past there appeares in the further part of the heaven comming down a Pleasant Cloud bright and transparent which comming softly down-wards before the upper part of the mountaine embraceth the Genius but so as through it all his body is seen and then rising again with a gentle motion beares up the Genius of the three kingdomes and being past the Airy Region piereeth the heavens and is no more seen At that instant the Rock with the three kingdomes on it sinkes and is hidden in the earth This strange spectacle gave great cause of admiration but especially how so huge a machine and of that great height could come from under the Stage which was but six foot high The Second Song KINGDOMS 1. HEre are shapes form'd fit for heaven 2. Those move gracefully and even 3. Here the Ayre and paces meet So just as if the skilfull feet Had struk the Vials 1.2.3 So the Ear Might the tunefull footing bear CHORVS And had the Musick silent been The eye a moving time had seen GENIVS These must in the unpeopled skie Succeed and govern Destinie Iove is temp'ring purer fire And will with brighter flames attire These gloriouâ— lights I must ascend And help the Work KINGDOMES 1. VVe cannot lend Heaven so much treasure 2. Nor that pay But rendring what it takes away Why should they that here can move So well be ever-fix'd above CHORVS Or be to one eternall posture ty'd That can into such various figures slide GENIVS Iove shall not to enrich the Skie Beggar the Earth their Fame shall fly From hence alone and in the Sphere Kindle new Starres whilst they rest here KINGDOMES 1.2.3 How can the shaft stay in the quiver Yet his the mark GENIVS Did not the River Eridanus the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow Above in streames of golden fire In silver waves below KINGDOMES 1.2.3 But shall not we now thou art gone Who wert our Nature wither Or break that triple Vnion Which thy soul held together GENIVS In Concords pure immortall spring I will my force renew And a more astive Vertue bring At my return Adieu KINGDOMES adieu CHORVS adieu The Masquers dance their maine dance which done the Scaene againe is varied into a new and pleasant prospect cleane differing from all the other the nearest part shewing a delicious Garden with severall walkes and perterra's set round with low trees and on the sides against these walkes were fountaines and grots and in the furthest part a Palace from whence went high walkes upon Arches and above them open Tarraces planted with Cypresse trees and all this together was composed of such Ornaments as might expresse a princely Villa From hence the Chorus descending into the room goes up to the State The third Song By the Chorus going up to the Queen WHilst thus the Darlings of the gods From Honours Temple to the shrine Of beauty and these sweet abodes Of Love we guide let
my Celia I deceive Love shall his bow and shaft lay by And Venus Doves want wings to fly The Sun refuse to shew his light And day shall then be turn'd tonight And in that night no star appear If once I leave my Celia dear Love shall no more inhabit earth Nor Lovers more shall love for worth Nor joy above in heaven dwell Nor pain torment poor souls in hell Grim Death no more shall horrid prove If e'r I leave bright Celia's Love The tooth-ach cured by a kiss FAte 's now grown mercifull to men Turning disease to bliss For had not kind Rheum vext me then I might not Celia kiss Phisicians you are now my corn For I have found a way To cure diseases when forlorn By your dull Art which may Patch up a body for a time But can restore to health No more than Chimists can sublime True Gold the Indies wealth The Angel sure that us'd to move The pool men so admir'd Hath to her lip the seat of love As to his heaven retir'd To the jealous Mistris ADmit thou darling of mine eies I have some Idol lately fram'd That under such a false disguise Our true loves might the less be fam'd Canst thou that knowest my heart suppose I le fall from thee and worship those Remember dear how loath and slow I was to cast a look or smile Or one love-line to mis-bestow Till thou hadst chang'd both face and stile And art thou grown afraid to see That mask put on thou mad'st for me I dare not call those childish fears Comming from love much less from thee But wash away with frequent tears This counterfeit Idolatry And henceforth kneel at ne'r a shrine To blind the world but only thine The Dart. OFt when I look I may descry A little face peep through that eye Sure that 's the boy which wisely chose His throne among such beams as those VVhich if his quiver chance to fall May serve for darts to kill withall The Mistake WHen on fair Celia I did spy A wounded heart of stone The wound had almost made me cry Sure this heart was my own But when I saw it was enthron'd In her celestiall breast O then I it no longer own'd For mine was ne'r so blest Yet if in highest heavens do shine Each constant Martyrs heart Then she may well give rest to mine That for her sake doth smart VVhere seated in so high a bliss Though wounded it shall live Death enters not in Paradise The place free life doth give Or if the place less sacred were Did but her saving eie Bath my sick heart in one kind teare Then should I never die Slight balms may heal a slighter sore No medicin less divine Can ever hope for to restore A wounded heart like mine To my Lord Admirall on his late sickness and recovery VVIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invade Orpheus returning from th' Elysian shade Embrace the Heroe and his stay implore Make it their publike sute he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanisht love tempt the Lethaen Lake The Ladies too the brightest of that time Ambitious all his lofty bed to climbe Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed Which shall the fair Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his numerous moan Makes listning Trees and savage Mountaines groan Through all the Ayr his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch'd our hearts of late Your pining sickness and your restless pain At once the Land affecting and the Mayn When the glad newes that you were Admirall Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our great CHARLES whose wisdom shines in you Should be perplexed how to chuse a new So more than private was the joy and grief That at the worst it gave our soules relief That in our Age such sense of vertue liv'd They joy'd so justly and so justly griev'd Nature her fairest light ecclipsed seemes Her self to suffer in these sad extremes While not from thine alone thy blood retires But from those checks which all the world admires The stem thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble Tree Their beauties they and we our love suspend Nought can our wishes save thy health intend As Lillies over-charg'd with rain they bend Their beauteous heads and with high heaven contend Fold thee within their snowy anres and cry He is too faultless and too young to die So like Immortals round about thee They Sit that they fight approaching death away Who would not languish by so fair a train To be lamented and rester'd again Or thus with-held what hasty soul would go Though to the Blest O'r young Adonis so Faire Venus mourn'd and with the precious showr Of her warm teares cherisht the springing flower The next support fair hope of your great name And second Pillar of that noble frame By loss of thee would no aduantage have But step by step pursues thee to thy grave And now relentless Fate about to end The line which backward doth so farr extend That Antique stock which still the world supplies With bravest spirits and with brightest eyes Kind Phaebus interposing bade me stay Such stormes no more shall shake that house but say Like Neptune and his Sea-born Neece shall be The shining glories of the Land and Sea With courage guard and beauty warm our Age And Lovers fill with like Poetique rage On Mistris N. to the green sickness STay coward blood and doe not yield To thy pale sister beauties field Who there displaying round her white Ensignes hath usurp'd thy night Invading thy peculiar throne The lip where thou shouldst rule alone And on the cheek where natures care Allotted each an equall share Her spreading Lilly only growes Whose milky deluge drowns thy Rose Quit not the field faint blood nor rush In the short salley of a blush Vpon thy sister foe but strive To keep an endless warre alive Though peace doe petty States maintain Here warre alone makes beauty raign Vpon a Mole in Celia's bosome THat lovely spot which thou dost see In Celia's bosome was a Bee Who built her amorous spicy nest I' th' Hyblas of her either breast But from close Ivory Hyves she flew To suck the Aromatick dew Which from the neighbour vale distils Which parts those two twin-sister hils There feasting on Ambrosiall meat A rowling file of Balmy sweat As in soft murmurs before death Swan-like she sung chokt up her breath So she in water did expire More precious than the Phaenix fire Yet still her shaddow there remains Confind to those Elizian plains With this strict Law that who shall lay His bold lips on that milky way The sweet and smart from thence shall bring Of the Bees Honey and her sting An Hymeneall Song on the Nuptials of the Lady Ann Wentworth and the Lord Lovelace BReak not the slumbers of the Bride But let the Sun in Triumph ride Scattering his beamy light When
will instantly proclaim a free Election Oyes Oyes Oyes By the Father of the gods and the King of men Whereas we having observed a very commendable practice taken into frequent use by the Princes of these latter Ages of perpetuating the memory of their famous enterprizes sieges battles victories in Pictures Sculpture Tapistry Embroyderies and other manifactures wherewith they have embellished their publike palaces and taken into Our more distinct and serious consideration â—â—e particular Christmas hanging of the Guard Chamber of this Court wherein the Navall Victory of 88. is to the eternall glory of this Nation exactly delineated and whereas We likewise out of a propheticall imitation of this so laudable custome did for many thousand years before adorne and beautifie the eighth room of Our caelestiall Mansion commonly called the Star-chamber with the military adventures stratagems atchievements feats and defeats performed in Our Own person whilst yet Our Standard was crected and we a Combatant in the Amorous warfare It hath notwthstanding after mature deliberation and long debate held first in our own inscrutable bosome and afterwards communicated with Our Privie Counsell seemed meet to Our Omnipotency for causes to Our self best known to unfurnish and dis-array Our fore-said Starre-Chamber of all those Ancient Coustellations which have for so many Ages been sufficiently notorious and to admit into their vacant places such Persons only as shall be qualified with exemplar Vertue and eminent Desert there to shine in indelible Characters of glory to all posterity It is therefore Our divine will and pleasure voluntarily and out of our own free and proper motion meere grace and speciall favour by these presents to specifie and declare to all our loving people that it shall be lawfull for any Person whatsoever that conceiveth him or herselfe to be really endued with any Heroicall Vertue or transcendent Merit worthy so high a calling and dignity to bring their severall pleas and pretences before Our Right trusty and Wel-beloved Cozen and Connsellor Don Mercury and god Momus c. Our peculiar Delegates for that affair upon whom we have transferr'd an absolute power to conclude and determine without Appeale or Revocation accordingly as to their wisedomes it shall in such cases appeare behovefull and expedient Given at Our palace in Olympus the first day of the first moneth in the first yeare of the Reformation Plutus enters an old man full of wrinkles a bald head a thin white beard spectacles on his nose with a buncht back and attir'd in a Robe of Cloath of gold Plutus appeares Merc. Who 's this appeares Mom. This is a subterranean Friend Plutus in this Dialect term'd Riches or the god of Gold a poyson hid by Providence in the botome of the Seas and Navill of the Earth from mans discovery where if the seeds begun to sprout above-ground the excrescence was carefully guarded by Dragons yet at last by humane curiosity brought to light to their owne destruction this being the true Pandora's box whence issued all those mischiefes that now fill the Vniverse Plut. That I prevent the message of the gods Thus with my haste and not attend their summons Which ought in lustice call me to the place I now require of Right is not alone To shew the just precedence that I hold Before all earthly next th' immortall Powers But to exclude the hope of partiall Grace In all Pretenders who since I descend To equall tryall must by my example Waving your favour claym by sole Desert If Vertue must inherit shee 's my slave I lead her captive in a golden chayn About the world She takes her Form and Being From my creation and those barren seeds That drop from heaven if I not cherish them With my distilling dewes and fotive heat They know no vegetation but expos'd To blasting winds of freezing Poverty Or not shoot forth at all or budding wither Should I proclaim the daily sacrifice Brought to my Temples by the toyling rout Not of the fat and gore of abject Beasts But humane sweat and blood powr'd on my Altars I might provoke the envy of the gods Turn but your eyes and mark the busie world Climbing steep Mountains for the sparkling stones Piercing the Center for the shining Ore And th' Oceans bosome to rake pearly sands Crossing the torrid and the frozen zones Midst Rocks and swallowing Gulfes for gainfull trade And through opposing swords fire murdering Canon Skaling the walled Towns for precious spoyls Plant in the passage to your heavenly seats These horrid dangers and then see who dares Advance his desperate foot yet am I sought And oft in vain through these and greater hazards I could discover how your Deities Are for my sake sleighted despis'd abus'd Your Temples Shrines Altars and Images Vncover'd rifled robb'd and dis-array'd By sacrilegious hands yet is this treasure To th' golden Mountain where I sit ador'd With superstitious solemn rights convay'd And becomes sacred there the sordid wreteh Not daring touch the consecrated Ore Or with prophane hands lessen the bright heap But this might draw your anger down on mortals For rendring me the homage due to you Yet what is said may well express my power Too great for Earth and only fit for Heaven Now for your pastime view the naked root Which in the dirty earth and base mould drown'd Sends forth this precious Plant and golden fruit You lusty Swaines that to your grazing flocks Pipe amorous Roundelayes you toyling Hinds That barb the fields and to your merry Teames Whistle your passions and you mining Moles That in the bowels of your mother-Earth Dwell the eternall burthen of her wombe Cease from your labours when Wealth bids you play Sing dance and keep a cheerfull holy-day They dance the fourth Antimasque consisting of Country people musicke and measures Merc. Plutus the gods know and confess your power Which feeble Vertue seldome can resist Stronger than Towers of brasse or Chastity Iove knew you when he courted Danae And Cupid weares you on that Arrowes head That still prevailes But the gods keep their Throne To enstall Vertue not her Enemies They dread thy force which even themselves have felt Witnesse Mount-Ida where the Martiall Maid And frowning Iuno did to mortall eyes Naked for gold their sacred bodies show Therefore for ever be from heaven banish'd But since with toyl from undiscover'd Worlds Thou art brought hither where thou first didst breath The thirst of Empire into Regall breasts And frightedst quiet Peace from her meek Throne Filling the world with tumult blood and warre Follow the Camps of the contentious earth And be the Conqu'rers slave but he that can Or conquer thee or give thee Vertuous stamp Shall shine in heaven a pure immortall Lamp Mom. Nay stay and take my benediction along with you I could being here a Co-Iudge like others in my place now that you are condemn'd either rayl at you or break jests upon you but I rather chuse to lose a word of good counsel and
sickness of E. S. MUst she then languish and we sorrow thus And no kind God help her nor pitty us Is justice fled from heaven can that permit A foule deformed ravisher to sit Upon her Virgin cheek and pull from thence The Rose-buds in their maiden excellence To spread cold paleness on her lips and chase The frighted Rubies from their native place To lick up with his searching flames a flood Of dissolv'd Corall flowing in her blood And with the damps of his infectious breath Print on her-brow moist characters of death Must the clear light gainst course of nature cease In her fair eyes and yet the flames encrease Must feavers shake this goodly tree and all That ripened fruit from the fair branches fall Which Prince's have desir'd to taste must shee Who hath preserv'd her spotlest chastity From all solicitation now at last By Agues and diseases be embrac'd Forbid it holy Dian else who shall Pay vowes or let one grain of Incense fall On thy neglected Altars if thou bless No better this thy zealous Votaress Haste then O maiden Goddess to her ayd Let on thy quiver her pale cheek be laid And rock her fainting body in thine arms Then let the God of Musick with still charms Her restlesse eyes in peacefull slumbers close And with soft strains sweeten her calm repose Cupid descend and whilst Apollo sings Fanning the cool ayr with thy panting wings Ever supply her with refreshing wind Let thy fair mother with her tresses bind Her labouring temples with whose balmy sweat She shall prefume her hairie Coronet Whose precious drops shall upon every fold Hang like rich Pearls about a wreath of gold Her looser locks as they unbraded lye Shall spread themselves into a Canopie Under whose shadow let her rest secure From chilling cold or burning Calenture Vnlesse she freeze withyce of chaste desires Only holy Hymen kindle nuptiall fires And when at last Death comes to pierce her heart Convey into his hand thy golden dart A New-yeares sacrifice To Lucinda THose that can give open their hands this day Those that cannot yet hold them up to pray That health may crown the seasons of this year And mirth dance round the circle that no tear Vnless of Ioy may with its briny dew Discolour on your cheek the rosie hue That no accesse of years presume to abate Your beauties ever-flourishing estate Such cheap and vulgar wishes I could lay As triviall offrings at your feet this day But that it were Apostasie in me To send a prayer to any Deitie But your divine self who have power to give Those blessings unto others such as live Like me by the sole influence of your eyes Whose fair aspects govern our destinies Such Incense vowes and holy rites as were To the involved Serpent of the yeare Paid by Egyptian Priests lay I before Lucinda'S sacred shrine whilst I adore Her beauteous eyes and her pure Altars dress With gums and spice of humble Thankfulness So may my Goddess from her heaven inspire My frozen bosome with a Delphique fire And then the world shall by that glorious flame Behold the blaze of thy immortall name SONG To one who when I prais'd my Mistris beauty said I was blind VVOnder not though I am blind For you must be Dark in your eyes or in your mind If when you see Her face you prove not blind like me If the powerfull beams that fly From her eye And those amorous sweets that lye Scatter'd in each neighbouring part Find a passage to your heart Then you 'l confess your mortall sight Too weak for such a glorious light For if her graces you discover You grow like me a dazel'd Lover But if those beauties you not spy Then are you blinder farre than I. SONG To my Mistris I burning in love I Burn and cruell you in vain Hope to quench me with disdain If from your eyes those sparkles came That have kindled all this flame What boots it me though now you shrowd Those fierce Comets in a cloud Since all the flames that I have felt Could your snow yet never melt Nor can your snow though you should take Alps into your bosome slake The heat of my enamour'd heart But with wonder learn Loves art No seas of yce can cool desire Equall flames must quench Loves fire Then think not that my heat can dye Till you burn as wel as I. SONG To her again she burning in a Feaver NOw she burns as well as I Yet my heat can never dye She burns that never knew desire She that was yce she that was fire She whose cold heart chaste thoughts did arm So as Loves flames could never warm The frozen bosome where it dwelt She burns and all her beauties mild She burnes and cryes Loves fires are melt Feavers are Gods He 's a child Love let her know the difference Twixt the heat of soul and sense Touch her with thy flames divine So shalt thou quench her fire and mine Vpon the Kings sicknesse SIcknesse the minister of death doth lay So strong a siege against our brittle clay As whilst it doth our weak forts singly win It hopes at length to take all man-kind in First it begins upon the womb to wait And doth the unborn child there uncreate Then rocks the cradle where the infant lyes Where ere it fully be alive it dyes It never leaves fond youth untill it have Found or an early or a later grave By thousand subtle sleights from heedless man It cuts the short allowance of a span And where both sober life and art combine To keep it out Age makes them both resigne Thus by degrees it only gain'd of late The weak the aged or intemperate But now the Tyrant hath found out a way By which the sober strong and young decay Entring his royall limbs that is our head Through us his mystique limbs the pain is spread That man that doth not feel his part hath none In any part of his dominion If he hold land that earth is forfeited And he unfit on any ground to tread This grief is felt at Court where it doth move Through every joynt like the true soul of love All those fair stars that do attend on Him Whence they deriv'd their light wax pale and dim That ruddy morning beam of Majestie Which should the Sun 's ecclipsed light supply Is over-cast with mysts and in the lieu Of cheerfull rayes sends us down drops of dew That curious form made of an earth refin'd At whose blest birth the gentle Planets shin'd With fair aspects and sent a glorious flame To animate so beautifull a frame That Darling of the Gods and men doth wear A cloud on 's brow and in his eye a tear And all the rest save when his dread command Doth bid them move like liveless statues stand So full a grief so generally worn Shewes a good King is sick and good men mourn SONG To a Lady not yet enjoy'd by her Husband COme Celia fix
the State Hath felt this rancour where men great and good Have by the Rabble been mis-understood So was thy Play whose clear yet lofry strain Wisemen that govern Fate shall entertain To the Reader of Master William Davenant's Play IT hath beene said of old that Playes are Feasts Poets the Cookes and the Spectators Guests The Actors Waitors From this Similie Some have deriv'd an unsafe liberty To use their judgements as their Tastes which chuse Without controule this Dish and that refuse But Wit allowes not this large Priviledge Either you must confesse or feel it's edge Nor shall you make a currant inference If you transfer your reason to your sense Things are distinct and must the same appear meet To every piercing Eye or well-tun'd Eare. Though sweets with yours sharpes best with my taste Both must agree this meat 's or sharp or sweet But if I sent a stench or a perfume Whilst you smell nought at all I may presume You have that sense imperfect So you may Affect a sad merry or humerous Play If though the kind distaste or please the Good And Bad be by your Iudgement understood But if as in this Play where with delight I feast my Epicurean appetite With rellishes so curious as dispence The utmost pleasure to the ravisht sense You should profess that you can nothing meet That hits your taste either with sharp or sweet But cry out 't is insipid your bold Tongue May doe it's Master not the Author wrong For Men of better Pallat will by it Take the just elevation of your Wit TO MY FRIEND WILL D' AVENANT I Crowded 'mongst the first to see the Stage Inspir'd by thee strike wonder in our age By thy bright fancie dazled Where each Scene Wrought like a charm and forc't the audience lean To 'th passion of thy Pen thence Ladies went Whose absence Lovers sigh'd for to repent Their unkind scorn And Courtiers who by art Made love before with a converted heart To wed those Virgins whom they woo'd t' abuse Both rendred Hymen's pros'lits by thy Muse. But others who were proof 'gainst Love did sit To learn the subtle Dictats of thy Wit And as each profited took his degree Master or Batchelor in Comedy Wee of th'adult'rate mixture not complain But thence more Characters of Vertue gain More pregnant Patterns of transcendent Worth Than barren and insipid Frute brings forth So oft the Bastard nobler fortune meets Than the dull Issue of the lawfull sheere The Comparison DEarest thy tresses are not threads of gold Thy eyes of Diamonds nor doe I hold Thy lips for Rubies Thy fair cheeks to be Fresh Roses or thy teeth of Ivory Thy skin that doth thy dainty body sheath Not Alablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours those the earth brings forth Compar'd with which would but impaire thy worth Such may be others Mistresses but mine Holds nothing earthly but is all divine Thy tresses are those rayes that doe arise Not from one Sunne but two Such are thy eyes Thy lips congealed Nectar are and such As but a Deitie there 's none dare touch The perfect crimson that thy cheek doth cloath But only that it farre exceeds them both Aurora's blush resembles or that red That Iris struts in when her mantle's spred Thy teeth in white doe Leda's Swan exceed Thy skin 's a heavenly and immortall weed And when thou breath'st the winds are ready strait To filch it from thee and doe therefore wait Close at thy lips and snatching it from thence Bear it to Heaven where 't is Ioves frankincense Fair Goddess since thy feature makes the one Yet be not such for these respects alone But as you are divine in outward view So be within as fair as good as true The Enquiry AMongst the myrtles as I walk't Love and my sighes thus intertalk't Tell me said I in deep distress Where may I find my shepherdess Thou fool said love knowst thou not this In every thing that 's good she is In yonder Tulip goe and seek There thou maist find her lip her cheek In you ennammel'd Pansie by There thou shalt have her curious eye In bloom of Peach in Rosie bud There wave the streamers of her blood In brightest Lillies that there stands The emblems of her whiter hands In yonder rising hill there smels Such sweets as in her bosome dwels 'T is true said I and thereupon I went to pluck them one by one To make of parts a union But on a suddain all was gone With that I stopt said love these be Fond man resemblances of thee And as these flowres thy joyes shall die Even in the twinkling of an eye And all thy hopes of her shall wither Like these short sweets thus knit together The Spark MY first love whom all beauties did adorn Firing my heart supprest it with her scorn Sun-like to tinder in my breast it lies By every sparkle made a sacrifice Each wanton eye now kindles my desire And that is free to all that was entire Desiring more by thee desire I lost As those that in consumptions hunger most And now my wandring thoughts are not confind Vnto one woman but to woman-kind This for her shape of love that for her face This for her gesture or some other grace And where I none of these doe use to find I choose there by the kernell not the rind And so I hope since my first hopes are gone To find in many what I lost in one And like to Merchants after some great loss Trade by retayle that cannot now in gross The fault is hers that made me goe astray He needs must wander that hath lost his way Guiltless I am she did this change provoke And made that charcoal which to her was oak And as a Looking-glass from the aspect Whilst it is whole doth but one face reflect But being crack't or broken there are shown Many half faces which at first were one So love unto my heart did first prefer Her Image and there planted none but her But since 't was broke and martyr'd by her scorn Many less faces in her face are born Thus like to tynder am I prone to catch Each falling sparkle fit for any match The Complement O My dearest I shall grieve thee When I swear yet sweet beleeve me By thine eyes the tempting book On which even crabbed old men look I swear to thee though none abhorre them Yet I doe not love thee for them I doe not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair Though the wires thereof be drawn Finer than the threads of lawn And are softer than the leaves On which the subtle spinner weaves I doe not love thee for those flowers Growing on thy cheeks loves bowers Though such cunning them hath spread None can paint their white and red Loves golden arrowes thence are shot Yet for them I love thee nor I doe not love thee for those soft Red corrall lips I 've kist so oft Nor