wildest Pow'rs doth tame His Providence extending every-where His Justice which proud Rebels doth not spare In every Page no Period of the same But silly we like foolish Children rest Well pleas'd with colour'd Velum Leaves of Gold Faire dangling Ribbands leaving what is best On the great Writers sense ne're taking hold Or if by chance we stay our Minds on ought It is some Picture on the Margine wrought THe Griefe was common common were the cries Teares Sobs and Groanes of that afflicted Traine Which of Gods chosen did the Sum containe And Earth rebounded with them pierc'd were Skies All good had left the World each Vice did raign In the most monstrous sorts Hell could devise And all Degrees and each Estate did staine Nor further had to go whom to surprize The World beneath the Prince of Darknesse lay And in each Temple had himselfe install'd Was sacrific'd unto by Prayers call'd Responses gave which fooles they did obey When pittying Man God of a Virgines wombe Was borne and those false Deities strooke dumbe RUn Shepheards run where Bethlem blest appears We bring the best of News be not dismay'd A Saviour there is borne more old than yeares Amidst the rolling Heaven this Earth who stay'd In a poore Cottage Inn'd a Virgin Maid A weakling did him beare who all upbeares There he in Cloaths is wrapt in Manger laid To whom too narrow Swadlings are our Spheares Run Shepheards run and solemnize his Birth This is that Night no Day grown great with Blisse In which the Power of Satan broken is In Heaven be Glory Peace unto the Earth Thus singing through the Aire the Angels swame And all the Stars re-ecchoed the same O Than the fairest day thrice fairer night Night to best Daies in which a Sun doth rise Of which the golden Eye which cleares the Skies Is but a sparkling Ray a Shadow light And blessed ye in silly Pastors sight Mild Creatures in whose warme Crib now lies That Heaven-sent Youngling holy-Maid-born Wight ' Midst end beginning of our Prophesies Blest Cottage that hath Flow'rs in Winter spread Though withered blessed Grasse that hath the grace To deck and be a Carpet to that Place Thus singing to the sounds of oaten Reed Before the Babe the Shepheards bow'd their knees And Springs ran Nectar Honey dropt from Trees TO spread the azure Canopy of Heaven And make it twinkle with those spangs of Gold To stay the pondrous Globe of Earth so even That it should all and nought should it uphold To give strange motions to the Planets seven Or Jove to make so meek or Mars so bold To temper what is moist dry hot and cold Of all their Jars that sweet accords are given Lord to thy Wisdom's nought nought to thy Might But that thou shouldst thy Glory laid aside Come meanely in mortality to ' bide And die for those deserv'd eternall plight A wonder is so far above our wit That Angels stand amaz'd to muse on it THe last and greatest Herauld of Heavens King Girt with rough Skins hies to the Desarts wild Among that savage brood the Woods forth bring Which he more harmelesse found than man and mild His food was Locusts and what there doth spring With Honey that from Virgine Hives distill'd Parcht Body hollow Eyes some uncouth thing Made him appeare long since from Earth exil'd There burst he forth all ye whose Hopes rely On God with me amidst these Desarts mourne Repent repent and from old errours turne Who list'ned to his voice obey'd his cry Only the Ecchoes which he made relent Rung from their flinty Caves repent repent THese Eyes deare Lord once Tapers of Desire Fraile Scouts betraying what they had to keep Which their own heart then others set on fire Their trait'rous black before thee here out-weep These Locks of blushing deeds the gilt attire Waves curling wrackfull shelves to shadow deep Rings wedding Soules to Sins lethargick sleep To touch thy sacred Feet do now aspire In Seas of care behold a sinking Barke By winds of sharpe remorse unto thee driven O let me not be Ruines aym'd at marke My faults confest Lord say they are forgiven Thus sigh'd to Jesus the Bethanian faire His teare-wet Feet still drying with her Haire I changed Countries new delights to find But ah for pleasure I did find new paine Enchanting Pleasure so did Reason blind That Fathers love and words I scorn'd as vaine For Tables rich for bed for following traine Of carefull servants to observe my Mind These Heards I keep my fellows are assign'd My Bed's a Rock and Herbs my Life sustaine Now while I famine feele feare worser harmes Father and Lord I turne thy Love yet great My faults will pardon pitty mine estate This where an aged Oake had spread its Armes Thought the lost Child while as the Heards he led And pin'd with hunger on wild Acorns fed IF that the World doth in amaze remaine To heare in what a sad deploring mood The Pelican poures from her brest her Bloud To bring to life her younglings back againe How should we wonder at that soveraigne Good Who from that Serpents sting that had us slaine To save our lives shed his Lifes purple flood And turn'd to endlesse Joy our endlesse Paine Ungratefull Soule that charm'd with false Delight Hast long long wander'd in Sins flowry Path And didst not thinke at all or thoughtst not right On this thy Pelicans great Love and Death Here pause and let though Earth it scorn heaven seâ— Thee poure forth tears to him pour'd Bloud for thee IF in the East when you do there behold Forth from his Christall Bed the Sun to rise With rosie Robes and Crowne of flaming Gold If gazing on that Empresse of the Skies That takes so many formes and those faire Brands Which blaze in Heavens high Vault Nights watchful eyes If seeing how the Seas tumultuous Bands Of bellowing Billows have their course confin'd How unsustain'd the Earth still stedfast stands Poore mortall Wights you e're found in your Mind A thought that some great King did sit above Who had such Laws and Rites to them assign'd A King who fix'd the Poles made Spheares to move All Wisdome Purenesse Excellency Might All Goodnesse Greatnesse Justice Beauty Love With feare and wonder hither turne your Sight See see alas him now not in that State Thought could fore-cast Him into Reasons light Now Eyes with tears now Hearts with griefe make great Bemoane this cruell Death and ruthfull case If ever Plaints just Woe could aggravate From Sin and Hell to save us humane Race See this great King nail'd to an abject Tree An object of reproach and sad disgrace O unheard Pity Love in strange degree He his own Life doth give his Bloud doth shed For Wormelings base such Worthinesse to see Poore Wights behold his Visage pale as Lead His Head bow'd to His Brest Locks sadly rent Like a cropt Rose that languishing doth fade Weake Nature weepe astonish'd World lament Lament you Winds
our Death But Fathers Justice pleas'd Hell Death o'recome In triumph now thou risest from thy Tombe With Glories which past Sorrows countervaile Haile holy Victor greatest Victor haile Hence humble sense and hence ye Guides of sense We now reach Heaven your weake intelligence And searching Pow'rs were in a flash made 〈◊〉 To learne from all Eternity that him The Father bred then that he here did come His Bearers Parent in a Virgins Wombe But then when sold betray'd crown'd scourg'd with Thorn Nail'd to a Tree all breathlesse bloudlesse torne Entomb'd him risen from a Grave to find Confounds your Cunning turnes like Moles you blind Death thou that heretofore still barren wast Nay didst each other Bâ—rth eate up and waste Imperious hatefull pittilesse unjust Unpartiall equaller of all with dust Sterne Executioner of heavenly doome Made fruitfull now Lifes Mother art become A sweet reliefe of Cares the Soule molest An Harbinger to Glory Peace and Rest Put off thy mourning Weeds yeeld all thy Gall To dayly sinning Life proud of thy fall Assemble all thy Captives haste to rise And every Coarse in Earth-quakes where it lies Sound from each flowry Grave and rocky Jaile Haile holy Victor greatest Victor haile The World that wanning late and faint did lie Applauding to our Joyes thy Victory To a young Prime Essayes to turne againe And as ere soyl'd with Sin yet to remaine Her chilling Agues she begins to misse All Blisse returning with the Lord of Blisse With greater light Heavens Temples opened shine Morns smiling rise Evens blushing do decline Clouds dappled glister boist'rous Winds are calme Soft Zephyres do the Fields with sighs embalme In silent calmes the Sea hath husht his Roares And with enamour'd Curles doth kisse the Shoares All-bearing Earth like a new-married Queene Her Beauties hightens in a Gown of Greene Perfumes the Aire her Meads are wrought with flow'rs In colours various figures smelling pow'rs Trees wanton in the Groves with leavy Locks Her Hâ—lls enamell'd stand the Vales the Rocks Ring peales of Joy her Floods and pratling Brookes Stars liquid Mirrors with serpenting Crooks And whispering murmures sound unto the Maine The Golden Age returned is againe The honey People leave their golden Bow'rs And innocently prey on budding Flow'rs In gloomy Shades percht on the tender Sprayes The painted Singers fill the Aire with Layes Seas Floods Earth Aire all diversly do sound Yet all their diverse Notes hath but one ground Re-eccho'd here-down from Heavens azure Vaile Haile holy Victor greatest Victor haile O Day on which Deaths Adamantine Chaine The Lord did breake did ransack Satans Raigne And in triumphing Pompe his Trophees rear'd Be thou blest ever henceforth still endear'd With Name of his own Day the Law to Grace Types to their substance yeeld to thee give place The old New-Moons with all festivall Daies And what above the rest deserveth praise The reverend Sabaoth what could else they be Than golden Heraulds telling what by thee We should enjoy Shades past now shine thou cleare And henceforth be thou Empresse of the yeare This Glory of thy Sisters Sex to win From worke on thee as other Daies from Sin That Mankind shall forbeare in every place The Prince of Planets warmeth in his race And far beyond his paths in frozen Climes And may thou be so blest to out-date Times That when Heavens Quire shall blaze in Accents loud The many Mercies of their soveraigne Good How he on thee did Sin Death Hell destroy It may be still the Burthen of their Joy BEneath a sable vaile and Shadows deep Of unaccessible and dimming light In silence Ebon clouds more black than Night The Worlds great Mind his secrets hid doth keep Through those thick Mists when any mortall Wight Aspires with halting pace and Eyes that weep To pry and in his Mysteries to creep With Thunders he and Lightnings blasts their Sight O Sun invisible that dost abide Within thy bright abysmes most faire most darke Where with thy proper Raies thou dost thee hide O ever-shining never full-seene marke To guide me in Lifes Night thy light me show The more I search of thee the lesse I know IF with such passing Beauty choice Delights The Architect of this great Round did frame This Pallace visible short lists of Fame And silly Mansion but of dying Wights How many Wonders what amazing lights Must that triumphing Seat of Glory claime That doth transcend all this All 's vaste hights Of whose bright Sun ours here is but a beame O blest abode O happy dwelling-place Where visibly th' Invisible doth raigne Blest People which do see true Beauties Face With whose far Shadows scarce he Earth doth daigne All Joy is but Annoy all Concord Strife Maâ—ch'd with your endlesse Blisse and happy life LOve which is here a care That Wit and Will doth mar Uncertaine Truce and a most certaine War A shrill tempestuous Wind Which doth disturbe the Mind And like wild Waves all our designes commove Among those Pow'rs above Which see their Makers Face It a contentment is a quiet Peace A Pleasure void of Griefe a constant rest Eternall Joy which nothing can molest THat space where curled Waves do now divide From the great Continent our happy Isle Was sometime Land and now where Ships do glide Once with laborious Art the Plough did toyle Once those faire Bounds stretcht out so far and wide Where Towns no Shires enwall'd endeare each mile Were all ignoble Sea and marish vile Where Proteus Flocks danc'd measures to the Tide So Age transforming all still forward runs No wonder though the Earth doth change her Face New Manners Pleasures new turne with new Suns Locks now like Gold grow to an hoary grace Nay Minds rare shape doth change that lies despis'd Which was so deare of late and highly priz'd THis World a Hunting is The Prey poore Man the Nimrod fierce is Death His speedy Grayhounds are Lust Sicknesse Envy Care Strife that ne're falls amiss With all those ills which haunt us while we breath Now if by chance we flie Of these the eager chace Old Age with stealing pace Casts on his Nets and there we panting die WHy Worldlings do ye trust fraile Honours dreames And leane to guilted Glories which decay Why do ye toyle to registrate your Names On Ycie Pillars which soon melt away True Honour is not here that place it claimes Where black-brow'd Night doth not exile the Day Nor no far-shining lampe dives in the Sea But an eternall Sun spreads lasting Beames There it attendeth you where spotlesse Bands Of Sp'rits stand gazing on their soveraigne Blisse Where yeares not hold it in their cank'ring hands But who once noble ever noble is Look home lest he your weakned Wit make thrall Who Edens foolish Gard'ner earst made fall AS are those Apples pleasant to the Eye But full of smoake within which use to grow Neere that strange Lake where God powr'd from the Skie Huge show'rs of flames worse flames to overthrow Such are
â—râ—e whatever foggy Mists Do blind men in these sublunary Lists But what if she for whom thou spâ—nd'st those Groanes And wastes thy Lifes deare Torch in ruthfull Moanes She for whose sake thou hat'st the joyfull Light Courts solitary Shades and irkesome Night Doth live ah if thou canst through Teares a space Lift thy dimm'd Lights and look upon this Face Look if those Eyes which foole thou didst adore Shine not more bright than they were wont before Looke if those Roses Death could ought impaire Those Roses which thou once saidst were so faire And if these Locks have lost ought of that Golâ— Which once they had when thou them didst behold I live and happy live but thou art dead And still shalt be tâ—ll tâ—ou be lâ—ke me maâ—e Alas while we are wrapt in Gowns of Earth And blind here suck the Aire of Woe beneath Each thing in Senses Ballances we weigh And but with toyle and Paine the truth descry Above this vast and admirable Frame This Temple visible which World we name Within whose Walls so many Lamps do burne So many Arches with crosse motions turne Where the Elementall Brothers nurse their strife And by intestine Wars maintain their Life There is a World a World of perfect Blisse Pure immateriall as brighter far from this As that high Circle which the rest enspheares Is from this dull ignoble Vale of Teares A World where all is found that here is found But further discrepant than Heaven and Ground It hath an Earth as hath this World of yours With Creatures peopled and adorn'd with Flowr's It hath a Sea like Saphire Girdle cast Which decks of the harmonious Shores the Waste It hath pure Fire it hath delicious Aire Moone Sun and Stars Heavens wonderfully faire Flow'rs never there do fade Trees grow not old No Creature dieth there through heat or cold Sea there not tossed is nor Aire made blacke Fâ—re doth not greedy feed on others Wrack There Heavens be not constrain'd about to range For this World hath no need of any Change Minutes mount not to Houres nor Houres to Daies Daies make no Months but ever-blooming Maies Here I remaine and hitherward do tend All who their Span of Daies in Vertue spend What ever Pleasant this low Place containes Is but a Glance of what above remaines Those who perchance there can nothing be Beyond this wide Expansion which they see And that nought else mounts Stars Circumference For that nought else is subject to their sense Feele such a Case as one whom some Abisme In the deep Ocean kept had all his Time Who borne and nourish'd there cannot believe That elsewhere ought without those waves can live Cannot beleeve that there be Temples Tow'rs Which go beyond his Caves and dampish Bowr's Or there be other People Manners Laws Than what he finds within the churlish Waves That sweeter Flow'rs do spring than grow on Rocks Or Beasts there are excell the skaly Flocks That other Elements are to be found Than is the Water and this Ball of Ground But thinke that man from this Abisme being brought Did see what curious Nature here hath wrought Did view the Meads the tall and shady Woods And mark'd the hills and the cleare rowling flouds And all the Beasts which Nature forth doth bring The feathered Troupes that flie and sweetly sing Observ'd the Palaces and Cities faire Mens Fashion of Life the Fire the Aire The brightnesse of the Sun that dims his Sight The Moone and splendors of the painted Night What sudden rapture would his mind surprise How would he his late-deare Resort despise How would he muse how foolish he had been To thinke all nothing but what there was seen Why do we get this high and vast Desire Unto immortall things still to aspire Why doth our Mind extend it beyond Time And to that highest happinesse even clime For we are more than what to Sense we seeme And more than Dust us Worldlings do esteeme We be not made for Earth though here we come More than the Emâ—ryon for the Mothers Wombe It weeps to be made free and we complaine To leave this loathsome Jaile of Care and Paine But thou who vulgar foot-steps dost not trace Learne to rowse up thy mind to view this place And what Earth-creeping Mortals most affect If not at all to scorne yet not to neglect Seek not vaine shadows which when once obtain'd Are better los'd than with such travell gain'd Thinke that on Earth what worldlings Greatnesse call Is but a glorious title to live thrall That Scepters Diadems and Chaires of State Not in themselves but to small Minds are great That those who loftiest mount do hardest light And deepest Falls be from the highest Height That Fame an Eccho is and all Renown Like to a blasted Rose ere Night falls down And though it something were thinke how this Round Is but a little Point which doth it bound O leave that Love which reacheth but to Dust And in that Love Eternall only trust And Beauty which when once it is possest Can only fill the Soule and make it blest Pale Envy jealous Emulations Feares Sighs Plaints Remorse here have no place nor Teares False Joyes vaine Hopes here be not Hate nor Wrath What ends all Love here most augments it Death If such force had the dim Glance of an Eye Which but some few daies afterwards did die That it could make thee leave all other things And like a Taper-fly there burne thy Wings And if a voice of late which could but waile Such Power had as through Eares thy Soule to steale If once thou on that poorely Faire couldst gaze What Flames of Love would this within thee raise In what amusing Maze would it thee bring To â—eare but once that Quire celestiall sing The fairest shapes on which thy Love did sease Which earst didst breed Delight then would displease But Discords hoarse were Earths entising Sounds All Musick but a Noise which Sense confounds This great and burning Glasse which cleares all Eyes And musters with such Glory in the Skies That silver Star which with her purer Light Makes Day oft-Envy the eye pleasing Night Those golden letters which so brightly shine In Heavens great Volume gorgeously divine All wonders in the Sea the Earth the Aire Be but darke Pictures of that Soveraigne Faire And Tongues which still thus cry into your Eare Could ye amidst Worlds Cataracts them heare From fading things fond Men lift your Desire And in our Beauty his us made admire If we seeme faire O thinke how faire is he Of whose great Fairenesse Shadows Steps we be No Shadow can compare unto the Face No Step with that deare foot which did it trace Your Soules immortall are then place them hence And do not drown them in the Mist of Sense Do not O do not by false Pleasures Might Deprive them of that true and sole Delight That Happinesse ye seek is not below Earths sweetest Joy is but disguised Woe Here
never want Delight even when I grone Best companied when most I am alone A Heaven of Hopes I have midst Hells of Feares Thus every way Contentment strange I find But most in Her rare Beauty my rare Mind SON VAunt not fair Heavens of your two glorious Lights Which though â—ost bright yet see not when they shine And shining cannot show their Beames divine Both in one Place but part by Daies and Nights Earth vaunt not of those Treasures ye enshrine Held only deare because hid from our Sights Your pure and burnish'd Gold your Diamonds fine Snow-passing Ivory that the Eye delights Nor Seas of those deare Wares are in you found Vaunt not rich Pearle red Corrall which do stir A fond desire in Fooles to plunge your Ground These all more faire are to be had in Her Pearle Ivory Corrall Diamond Suns Gold Teeth Neck Lips Heart Eyes Haire are to behold SON WHen Nature now had wonderfully wrought All Auristellas Parts except her Eyes To make those Twins two Lamps in Beauties Skies She Counsell of her Starry Seâ—aâ—e sought Mars and Apollo first did her advise To wrap in Colour Black those Comets bright Thâ—t Love him so might soberly disguise And unperceived Wound at every Sight Chaste Phoebe spake for purest azure dies But Jove and Venus green about the Light To frame thought best as bringing most Delight That to pin'd Hearts Hope might for aye arise Nature all said a Paradise of green There plac'd to make all love which have them seen SON NOw while the Night her â—able Vaile hath spred And silently her resty Coach doth rolle Rowsing with Her from Tethis azure Bed Those starry Nymphs which dance about the Pole While Cynthia in purest Cipres cled The Laâ—mian Shepheard in a â—rance descries And looking pale from height of all the Skies She dies her Beauties in a blushing Red While Sleep in Triumph closed hath all Eyes And Birds and Beasts a Silence sweet do keep And Proteus monstrous People in the Deep The Winds and Waves husht up to rest entise I wake I turne I weep opprest with Paine Perplex'd in the Meanders of my Braine SON SLeep Silence Child sweet Father of soft Rest Prince whose Approach Peace to all Mortals brings Indifferent Host to Shepheards and to Kings Sole Comforter of Minds which are opprest Loe by thy Charming Rod all breathing Things Lie slumbring with Forgetfulnesse possest And yet o're me to spread thy drowsie Wings Thou spar'st alas who cannot be thy Guest Since I am thine O come but with that Face To inward Light which thou art wont to shew With fained Solace ease a true felt Woe Or if deafe God thou do deny that Grace Come as thou wilt and what thou wilt bequeath I long to kisse the Image of my Death SON FAire Moone who with thy cold and silver Shine Makes sweet the Horror of the dreadfull Night Delighting the weake Eye with smiles divine Which Phoebus dazels with his too much Light Bright Queen of the first Heaven if in thy Shrine By turning oft and Heavens eternall Might Thou hast not yet that once sweet Fire of thine Endemion forgot and Lovers Plight If Cause like thine may Pity breed in thee And Pity somewhat else to it obtaine Since thou hast Power of Dreames as well as He That holds the golden Rod and Morall Chaine Now while She sleeps in dolefull Guise her Show These Teares and the black Map of all my Woe SON LAmpe of Heavens Christall Hall that brings the Houres Eye-dazeler who makes the ugly Night At thy Approach flie to her slumbry Bowres And fills the World with Wonder and Delight Life of all lives Death-giver by thy flight To the south Pole from these sixe Signes of ours Gold-smith of all the Stars with Silver bright Who Moone enamells Apelles of the Flowers Ah from those watry Plaines thy golden Head Raise up and bring the so long lingring Morne A Grave nay Hell I find become this Bed This Bed so grievously where I am torne But woe is me though thou now brought the Day Day shall but serve moe Sorrows to display SONG IT was the time when to our Northerne Pole The brightest Lampe of Heaven begins to rolle When Earth more wanton in new Robes appeareth And scorning Skies her Flowres in Rain-bows beareth On which the Aire moist Diamonds doth bequeath Which quake to feele the kissing Zephires breath When Birds from shady Groves their Love forth warble And Sea-like Heaven Heaven looks like smoothest Marble When I in simple course free from all Cares Far from the muddy Worlds inslaving snares By Oras flowry Bankes alone did wander Ora that sports her like to old Meander A Floud more worthy Fame and lasting praise Then that so high which Phaëtons fall did raise By whose pure moving Glasse the Milke-white Lillies Do dresse their tresses and the Daffadâ—llies Where Ora with a Wood is crown'd about And seems forgets the way how to come out A place there is where a delicious Fountaine Springs frâ—m the swelling brest of a proud Mountaine Whose falling Streames the quiet Cavernes wound And make the Echoes shrill resound that sound The Laurâ—ll there the shing Channell graces The Palm hâ—r Love with long-stretch'd Arms embraces The Poplar spreads her Branches to the Skie And hides from sight that azure Canopy The Streams the Trees the Trees their leaves still nourish That Place grave Winter finds â—ot without flourish If living Eyes Elysian fields could see This little Arden might Elysium be Oft did Diana there her selfe repose And Maâ—s the Acidaliaâ— Queen enclose The Nymphs oft here their baskets bring with Flow'rs And Anadems weave for their Paramours The Satyres in those shades are heard to languish And make the Shepheards partners of their anguish The Shepheards who in Barkes of tender Trees Do grave their Loves Disdaines and Jealousies Which Phillis when there by Her Flocks she feedeth With Pitty now anon with laughter readeth Neare to this place when Sun in midst of Day In highest top of Heaven his Coach did stay And as advising on his Career glanced As all along that morne he had advanced His panting Steeds along those Fields of light Most princely looking from that glorious height When most the Grashoppers are heard in Meadows And loftiest Pines or small or have no shadows It was my hap O wofull hap to bide Where thickest shades me from all Raies did hide In a faire Arbor 't was some Sylvans Chamber Whose Seeling spred was with the Locks of Amber Of new bloom'd Sicamors Floore wrought with Flow'rs More sweet and rich than those in Princes Bow'rs Here Adon blush't and Clitia all amazed Lookt pale with Him who in the Fountaine gazed The Amaranthus smyl'd and that sweet Boy Which sometime was the God of Delos joy The brave Carnation speckled Pinke here shined The Uiolet her fainting Head declined Beneath a sleepy Chasbow all of Gold The Marigold her leaves did here unfold Now while that ravish'd with delight
shining Lights which wrought my woe When first I did their azure Raies behold Nor voice whose sounds more strange effects do show Than of the Thracian Harper have been told Look to this dying Lilly fading Rose Darke Hyacinthe of late whose blushing Beames Made all the neighbouring herbs and grasse rejoyce And thinke how little is 'twixt Lifes extreames The cruell Tyrant that did kill those Flow'rs Shall once aye me not spare that Spring of yours SON IN Minds pure Glasse when I my selfe behold And lively see how my best daies are spent What clouds of care above my head are rold What comming ill which I cannot prevent My course begun I wearied do repent And would embrace what Reason oft hath told But scarce thus thinke I when Love hath controld All the best reasons Reason could invent Though sure I know my labours end is griefe The more I strive that I the more shall pine That only death shall be my last reliefe Yet when I thinke upon that face divine Like one with Arrow shot in laughters place Maugre my Heart I joy in my disgrace SON DEare Quirister who from those shadows sends Ere that the blushing Morne dare shew her Light Such sad lamenting straines that Night attends Become all Eare Stars stay to heare thy plight If one whose griefe even reach of thought transcends Who ne're not in a Dreame did taste Delight May thee importune who like case pretends And seems to joy in woe in Woes despight Tell me so may thou Fortune milder try And long long sing for what thou thus complaines Since Winter 's gone and Sun in dapled skie Enamour'd smiles on Woods and flowry Plaines The Bird as if my questions did her move With trembling wings sigh'd forth I love I love SON O Cruell Beauty sweetnesse inhumane That night and day contends with my desire And seeks my hope to kill not quench my fire By Death not Baulme to ease my pleasant paine Though ye my thoughts tread down which would aspire And bound my blisse do not alas disdaine That I your matchlesse worth and grace admire And for their cause these torments sharpe sustaine Let great Empedocles vaunt of his death Found in the midst of those Sicilian flames And Phaëton that Heaven him rest of breath And Daedals Son who nam'd the Samian streames Their haps I not envy my praise shall be That the most faire that lives mov'd me to â—ye SON THe Hyperborean Hills Ceraunus Snow Or Arimaspus cruell first thee bred The Caspian Tigers with their milke thee fed And Faunes did humane bloud on thee bestow Fierce Orithyas lover in thy bed Thee lull'd asleep where he enrag'd doth blow Thou didst not drinke the Flouds which here do flow But teares or those by ycie Tanais Head Sith thou disdaines my love neglects my griefe Laughs at my groanes and still affects my death Of thee nor Heaven I 'll seek no more reliefe Nor longer entertaine this loathsome breath But yeeld unto my Stars that thou maiest prove What losse thou hadst in losing such a Love SONG PHOEBUS arise And paint the sable Skies With azure white and red Rowse Memmons Mother from her Tythons bed That she thy Careere may with Roses spread The Nightingales thy comming each where sing Make an eternall spring Give life to this darke World which lâ—eth dead Spread forth thy golden haire In larger locks than thou wast wont before And Emperour-like decore With Diadem of Pearle thy Temples faire Chase hence the ugly Night Which serves but to make deare thy glorious Light This is that happy Morne That day long-wished day Of all my life so darke If cruell Stars have not my ruine sworne And Fates my hopes betray Which purely white deserves An everlasting Diamond should it marke This is the Morne should bring unto this Grove My Love to heare and recompence my love Faire King who all preserves But show thy blushing Beams And thou two sweeter Eyes Shall see then those which by Peneus Streames Did once thy heart surprise Nay Suns which shine as cleare As thou when two thou did'st to Rome appeare Now Flora decke thy selfe in fairest guise If that ye Winds would heare A voice surpassing far Amphions lyre Your furious chiding stay Let Zephire only breathe And with her Tresses play Kissing sometimes those purple ports of Death The Winds all silent are And Phoebus in his chaire Ensaffraning Sea and Aire Makes vanish every Star Night like a drunkard reeles Beyond the Hills to shun his flaming Wheeles The Fields with flow'rs are deckt in every hue The Clouds with Orient Gold spangle their blew Here is the pleasant place And nothing wanting is save She alas SON WHo hath not seen into her saffran Bed The Mornings Goddess mildly her repose Or her of whose pure bloud first sprang the Rose Lull'd in a slumber by a Mirtle shade Who hath not seen that sleeping white and red Makes Phoebe look so pale which she did close In that Jonian Hill to ease her woes Which only lives by her deare kisses fed Come but and see my Lady sweetly sleep The sighing Rubies of those heavenly lips The Cupids which brests golden Apples keep Those Eyes which shine in midst of their Ecclipse And he them all shall see perhaps and prove She waking but perswades now forceth Love SON SEe Cithereas Birds that milk-white paire On yonder leavie Mirtle Tree which grone And waken with their kisses in the Aire Th' enamour'd Zephires murmuring one by one If thou but sense hadst like Pigmalions Stone Or hadst not seen Medusas snaky haire Loves lessons thou mightst learn and learn sweet faire To Summers heat ere that thy Spring be growne And if those kissing lovers seeme but Cold Look how that Elme this Ivy doth embrace And binds and claspes with many a wanton fold And courting Sleep o'reshadows all the place Nay seems to say deare Tree we shall not part In sign whereof loe in each leafe a Heart SON THe Sun is faire when he with crimson Crown And flaming Rubies leaves his Easterne bed Faire is Thaumantias in her Christall gown When clouds engemm'd shew azure green and red To Westerne Worlds when wearied Day goes down And from heavens windows each Star shows her head Earths silent daughter Night is faire though brown Faire is the Moon though in Loves livery cled The Spring is faire when it doth paint Aprill Faire are the Meads the Woods the Floods are faire Faire looketh Ceres with her yellow haire And Apples-Queene when Rose-cheekt she doth smile That Heaven and Earth and Seas are faire is true Yet true that all not please so much as you MADRIGALL LIke the Idalian Queene Her haire about her Eyne And necke on brests ripe Apples to be seen At first glance of the Morne In Cyprus Gardens gathering those farie flowers Which of her blood were borne I saw but fainting saw my Paramours The Graces naked danc'd about the place The Winds and Trees amaz'd With silence on her gaz'd
Light Do not approach to bring the wofull Day When I must bid for aye Farewell to her and live in endlesse plight Faire Moon with gentle Beames The sight who never mars Cleare long-Heavens sable Vault and you bright Stars Your golden Locks long view in Earths pure streames Let Phoebus never rise To dim your watchfull Eyes Prolong alas 〈◊〉 my short delight And if ye can 〈…〉 Eternall Night SON WIth griefe in Heart and tears in swelling Eyes When I to her had given a sad Fare-well Close sealed with a Kisse and Dew which fell On my else-moistned Face from Beauties Skies So strange Amazement did my Mind surprise That at each Pace I fainting turn'd againe Like one whom a Torpedo stupifies Not feeling Honours Bit nor Reasons Raine But when fierce Stars to part me did constraine With back-cast Looks I both envi'd and bless'd The happy Walls and Place did her containe Untill my eyes that flying Object miss'd So Wailing parted Ganymede the faire When Eagles Talents bore him through the Aire SEXTAIN SIth gone is my Delight and only Pleasure The last of all my Hopes the chearefull Sun That clear'd my lifes dark Spheare Natures sweet Treasure More deare to me than all beneath the Moon What resteth now but that upon this Mountain I weep till Heaven transforme me to a Fountaine Fresh faire delicious christall pearly Fountaine On whose smooth face to look she oft took Pleasure Tell me so may thy streames long cheare this Mountaine So Serpent ne're thee staine nor scorch thee Sun So may with watry beames thee kisse the Moone Dost thou not mourne to want so faire a Treasure While she here gaz'd on thee rich Tagus Treasure Thou neededst not envy nor yet the Fountaine In which that Hunter saw the naked Moon Absence hath robb'd thee of thy Wealth and Pleasure And I remaine like Marigold of Sun Depriv'd that dies by shadow of some Mountaine Nymphs of the Forrests Nymphs who on this Mountain Are wont to dance shewing your Beauties Treasure To Goat-feet Sylvans and the wondring Sun When as you gather flow'rs about this Fountaine Bid her farewell who placed here her Pleasure And sing her praises to the Stars and Moone Among the lesser lights as is the Moon Blushing through mufflâ—ng clouds on Latmos Mountaine Or when she views her silver Locks for Pleasure In Thetis streames proud of so gay a Treasure Such was my Faire when She sate by this Fountaine With other Nymphs to shun the amorous Sun As is our Earth in absence of the Sun Or when of Sun deprived is the Moon As is without a verdant shade a Fountaine Or wanting grasse a Mead a Vale a Mountaine Such is my state bereft of my deare Treasure To know whose only worth was all my Pleasure Ne're thinke of Pleasure Heart Eyes shun the Sun Teares be your Treasure which the wandring Moon Shall see you shed by Mountaine Vaile and Fountaine SON WIndow sometime which served for a Spheare To that deare Planet of my heart whose light Made often blush the glorious Queen of Night While She in thee more beautious did appeare What mourning weeds alas dost thou now weare How loathsome to my eyes is thy sad sight How poorly look'st thou with what heavy cheare Since sets that Sun which made thee shine so bright Unhappy now thee close for as of late To wondring Eyes thou wert a Paradise Bereft of her who made thee fortunate A gulfe thou art whence clouds of sighs arise But unto none so noysome as to me Who hourely sees my murthered joyes in thee SON HOw many times Nights silent Queen her face Hath hid how oft with Stars in silver Maske In Heavens great Hall she hath begun her Taske And chear'd the waking Eye in lower Place How oft the Sun hath made by Heavens swift race The happy Lover to forsake the Brest Of his deare Lady wishing in the West His Golden Coach to run had larger space I ever count and tell since I alas Did bid Farewell to my Hearts dearest Guest The Miles I number and in mind I chase The flouds and Mountaines hold me from my rest But woe is me long count and count may I Ere I see her whose absence makes me die SON OF Death some tell some of the cruell Paine Which that bad Crafts-man in his Work did trie When a new Monster flames once did constraine A humane Corps to yeeld a bellowing Cry Some tell of those in burning Beds who lie Because they durst in the Phlegrean Plaine The mighty Ruler of the Skies defie And siege those chrystall Tow'rs which all containe An other counts of Phlegethons hot floods The Soules which drinke Ixions endlesse smart And his who feeds a Vulture with his heart One tells of Spectars in enchanted Woods Of all those Paines th' extreamest who would prove Let him be absent and but burne in Love SON HAire precious haire which Midas hand did strain Part of the Wreath of gold that crowns those brows Which Winters whitest white in whitenes stain And lilly by Eridans banke that grows Haire fatall present which first caus'd my woes When loose ye hang like Danaes golden raine Sweet Nets which sweetly do all hearts enchaine Strings deadly strings with which Love bends his bows How are ye hither come tell me O haire Deare Armelet for what thus were ye given I know a badge of bondage I you weare Yet haire for you O that I were a Heaven Like Bereniâ—â—s Locks that ye might shine But brighter far about this Arme of mine SON ARe these the flowry banks Is this the Mead Where she was wont to passe the pleasant houres Was 't here her Eyes exhal'd mine eyes salt show'rs And on her lap did lay my wearied Head Is this the goodly Elme did us o'respread Whose tender Rine cut forth in curious flow'rs By that white hand containes those flames of Ours Is this the murmuring Spring us musick made Deflourisht Mead where is your heavenly hue And Banke that Arras did you late adorne How look'st thou Elme all withered and forlorne Only sweet Spring nought altered seems in you But while here chang'd each other thing appears To salt your streames take of mine Eyes these tears SON ALexis here she stay'd among these Pines Sweet Hermitresse she did all alone repaire Here did she spread the Treasure of her Haire More rich than that brought from the Colchian Mines Here sate she by these musket Eglantines The happy flow'rs seeme yet the print to beare Her voice did sweeten here thy sugred lines To which Winds Trees Beasts Birds did lend an Eare. She here me first perceiv'd and here a Morne Of bright Carnations did o'respread her Face Here did she sigh here first my Hopes were borne Here first I got a Pledge of promis'd Grace But ah what serves't t' have been made happy so Sith passed Pleasures double but new woe SON PLace me where angry Titan burnes the More And thirsty Africk fiery Monsters brings Or where
the new-borne Phoenix spreads her Wings And troupes of wondring Birds her flight adore Place me by Gange or Indes enammell'd shore Where smiling Heavens on Earth cause double Springs Place me where Neptunes Quire of Syrens sings Or where made hoarse through Cold he leaves to roare Place me where Fortune doth her Darlings crown A Wonder or a sparke in Envies Eye Or you outragious Fates upon me frown Till Pitty wailing fee disastred Me Affections print my mind so deep doth prove I may forget my Selfe but not my Love MADRIGALL THe Ivory Corrall Gold Of brest of lip of haire So lively Sleep doth show to inward sight That wake I thinke I hold No Shadow but my Faire My selfe so to deceive With long-shut Eyes I shun the irkesome Light Such pleasure here I have Delighting in false gleames If Death Sleeps Brother be And Soules bereft of sense have so sweet Dreames How could I wish thus still to dreame and dye SON FAme who with golden wings abroad doth range Where Phoebus leaves the Night or brings the Day Fame in one place who restlesse dost not stay Till thou hast flown from Atlas unto Gange Fame Enemy to Time that still doth change And in his changing Course would make decay What here below he findeth in his way Even making Vertue to her selfe look strange Daughter of Heaven Now all thy Trumpets sound Raise up thy Head unto the highest Skie With wonder blaze the gifts in her are found And when she from this mortall Globe shall flie In thy wide Mouth keep long keep long her Name So thou by her she by thee live shall Fame POEMS The Second Part. OF mortall Glory O soone dark'ned Ray O winged Joyes of Man more swift than Wind O fond Desires which in our Fancies stray O traitrous Hopes which do our Judgements blind Loe in a Flash that Light is gone away Which dazell did each Eye delight each Mind And with that Sun from whence it came combind Now makes more radiant Heavens eternall Day Let Beauty now bedew her Cheeks with Teares Let widow'd Musick only roare and groane Poore Vertue get thee Wings and mount the Spheares For dwelling place on Earth for thee is none Death hath thy Temple raz'd Loves Empire foil'd The World of Honour Worth and Sweetnes spoil'd SON THose Eyes those sparkling Saphires of Delight Which thousand thousand Hearts did set on Fire Of which that Eye of Heaven which brings the light Oft Jealous stayed amaz'd them to admire That living Snow those crimson Roses bright Those Pearles those Rubies which enflam'd Desire Those Locks of Gold that Purple faire of Tyre Are wrapt aye me up in eternall Night What hast thou more to vaunt of wretched World Sith she who caused all thy blisse is gone Thy ever-burning Lamps Rounds ever-whorld Can not unto thee modell such a One Or if they would such Beauty bring on Earth They should be forc'd againe to give her birth SON O Fate conjur'd to poure your worst on me O rigorous Rigour which doth all confound With cruell Hands ye have cut down the Tree And fruit with leaves have scattered on the Ground A little space of Earth my Love doth bound That Beauty which did raise it to the Skie Turn'd in disdained Dust now low doth lye Deafe to my plaints and senselesse of my wound Ah! did I live for this ah did I love And was 't for this fierce powers she did excell That ere she well the Sweets of life did prove She should too deare a guest with Darknesse dwell Weake influence of Heaven what faire is wrought Falls in the prime and passeth like a Thought SON O Wofull life life no but living Death Fraile Boat of Christall in a rocky Sea A Gem expos'd to Fortunes stormy breath Which kept with paine with Terrour doth decay The false Delights true Woes thou dost bequeath My all-appalled Mind so do affray That I those envy who are laid in Earth And pity those who run thy dreadfull way When did mine Eyes behold one chearefull Morne When had my tossed Soule one night of Rest When did not angry Stars my Designes scorne O! now I find what is for Mortalls best Even since our voyage shamefull is and short Soone to strike Saile and perish in the Port. SON DIssolve my Eyes your Globes in briny Streames And with a cloud of Sorrow dim your sight The Suns bright Sun is set of late whose Beames Gave lustre to your Day Day to your Night My Voice now cleave the Earth with Anathemes Roare forth a challenge in the Worlds despight Till that disguised Griefe is her delight That Life a Slumber is of fearefull Dreames And woefull Mind abhor to thinke of Joy My Senses all from comforts all you hide Accept no object but of black Annoy Teares Plaints Sighs mourning Weeds Graves gaping wide I have nought left to wish My Hopes are dead And all with her beneath a Marble laid SON SWeet Soule which in the Aprill of thy yeares For to enrich the Heaven mad'st poore this Round And now with flaming Rayes of Glory crown'd Most blest abides above the Spheare of Spheares If Heavenly Laws alas have not thee bound From looking to this Globe that all up-beares If ruth and pity there-above be found O daigne to lend a look unto these Teares Do not disdaine deare Ghost this sacrifice And though I raise not pillars to thy Praise My off'rings take let this for me suffice My Heart a living Pyramide I 'll raise And whilst Kings Tombs with Laurells flourish green Thine shall with Mirtles and these flow'rs be seen SON SWeet Spring thou turn'st with all thy goodly traine Thy head with flames thy Mantle bright with flow'rs The Zephires curle the green Locks of the Plaine The Clouds for joy in Pearls weep down their show'rs Dost returne sweet Youth but ah my pleasant houres And happy daies with thee come not againe The sad Memorials only of my paine Do with thee turne which turne my Sweets to Sow'râ— Thou art the same which still thou wert before Delicious lusty amiable faire But she whose Breath embaulm'd thy wholesome Aire Is gone Nor Gold nor Gems can her restore Neglected Vertue Seasons go and come When thine forgot lie closed in a Tombe SON WHat doth it serve to see the Suns bright Face And Skies enamell'd with the Indian Gold Or the Moone in a fierce Chariot rold And all the Glory of that starry Place What doth it serve Earths Beauty to behold The Mountaines pride the Meadows flowry grace The stately comlinesse of Forrests old The Sport of Flouds which would themselves embrace What doth it serve to heare the Sylvans Songs The cheerefull Thrush the Nightingales sad straines Which in darke shades seems to deplore my Wrongs For what doth serve all that this World containes Since she for whom those once to me were deare Can have no part of them now with me here MAD. THis Life which seems so faire Is like a Bubble blown up
did she pause and with a mild Aspect Did towards me those lamping Twins direct The wonted Raies I knew and thrice essay'd To Answer make thrice faulâ—ring Tongue it stay'd And while upon that Face I fed my Sight Me thought she vanisht up to Titans Light Who guilding with his Rayes each Hill and Plaine Seem'd to have brought the Golden World againe URANIA TRiumphing Chariots Statues Crowns of Bayes Skie-threatning Arches the rewards of worth Books heavenly-wise in sweet harmonious layes Which men divine unto the World set forth States which Ambitious Minds in bloud do raise From frozen Tanais unto sun-burnt Gange Gigantall Frames held wonders rarely strange Like Spiders webs are made the sport of Daies Nothing is constant but in constant change What 's done still is undone and when undone Into some other Fashion doth it range Thus goes the floting World beneath the Moone Wherefore my Mind above Time Motion Place Rise up and steps unknown to Nature trace TOo long I followed have my fond Desire And too long painted on the Ocean Streames Too long refreshment sought amidst the fire Pursu'd those joyes which to my Soule are Blames Ah when I had what most I did admire And seen of Lifes Delights the last extreames I found all but a Rose hedg'd with a Bryer A Nought a Thought a Mascarade of Dreames Henceforth on Thee my only Good I 'll thinke For only thou canst grant what I do crave Thy Naile my Pen shall be thy Bloud mine Inke Thy Winding-sheet my Paper Studie Grave And till my Soule forth of this body flie No Hope I 'll have but only only thee TO spread the Azure Canopy of Heaven And spangle it all with Sparkes of burning Gold To place this pondrous Globe of Earth so even That it should all and nought should it uphold With motions strange t' indue the Planets seven And Jove to make so mild and Mars so bold To temper what is moist dry hot and cold Of all their Jars that sweet Accords are given Lord to thy Wisdome's nought nought to thy Might But that thou shouldst thy Glory laid aside Come basely in Mortality to bide And die for those deserv'd an endlesse night A Wonder is so far above our wit That Angels stand amaz'd to thinke on it WHat haplesse Hap had I for to be borne In these unhappy Times and dying Daies Of this now doting World when Good decayes Love 's quite extinct and Vertue 's held a scorne When such are only pris'd by wretched waies Who with a golden Fleece them can adorne When Avarice and Lust are counted praise And bravest Minds live Orphane-like forlorne Why was not I borne in that golden Age When Gold yet was not known and those black Arts By which Base Worldlings vilely play their parts With Horrid Acts staining Earths stately Stage To have been then O heaven 't had been my bliss But blesse me now and take me soone from this On the Pourtrait of the Countesse of Perthe SON THe Goddesse that in Amathus doth raigne With silver Tramells and Saphir-colour'd Eyes When naked from her Mothers Chrystall Plaine She first appear'd unto the wondring Skies Or when the golden-Apple to obtaine Her blushing Snow amazed Idas Trees Did never look in halfe so faire a guise As She here drawn all other Ages Staine O God what Beauties to inflame the Soule And hold the hardest Hearts in Chaines of Gold Faire Locks sweet Face Loves stately Capitole Pure Neck which doth that heavenly Frame uphold If Vertue would to mortall Eyes appeare To ravish sense She would your Beautie wear SON IF Heaven the Stars and Nature did her grace With all Perfections found the Moone above And what excelleth in this lower Place Found place in her to breed a World of Love If Angels Gleames shine on her fairest Face Which makes Heavens Joy on Earth the gazer prove And her bright Eyes the Orbes which Beauty move As Phoebus dazell in his glorious Race What Pencill paint what Colour to the sight So sweet a Shape can show the blushing Morne The red must lend the Milkie-way the white And Night the Stars which her rich Crown adorne To draw her right then and make all agree The Heaven the Table Zeuxis Jove must be On that same drawn with a Pencill SON WHen with brave Art the curious Painter drew This Heavenly Shape the hand why made he beare With golden Veines that Flow'r of purple hue Which follows on the Planet of the yeare Was it to show how in our Hemispheare Like him She shines nay that effects more true Of Power and Wonder do in her appeare While He but Flow'rs and She doth Minds subdue Or would he else to Vertues glorious light Her constant Course make known or is 't that He Doth paralell her blisse with Clitias plight Right so and thus He reading in Her Eye Some Lovers end to grace what he did grave For Cypres Tree this mourning Flow'r her gave MADRIGALL IF sight be not beguil'd And eyes right play their part This Flower is not of Art But 's fairest Natures Child And though when Titanâ—s from our World exil'd She doth not lock her leaves his losse to moane No wonder Earth finds now more Suns than one To the Author Parthenius WHile thou dost praise the Roses Lillies Gold Which in a dangling Tresse and Face appeare Still stands the Sun in Skies thy Songs to heare A Silence sweet each whispering Wind doth hold Sleep in Pasithea's Lap his Eyes doth fold The Sword falls from the God of the fift Spheare The Heards to feed the Birds to sing forbeare Each Plant breaths Love each Floud and Fountain cold And hence it is that that once Nymph now Tree Who did th' Amphrisian Shepheards Sighs disdaine And scorn'd his Layes mov'd by a sweeter Vaine Is become pitifull and follows Thee Thee loves and vanâ—eth that she hath the Grace A Garland for thy Locks to enterlace Alexis THe Love Alexis did to Damon beare Shall witness'd be to all the Woods and Plaines As singular renown'd by neighbouring Swaines That to our Relicts Time may Trophees reare Those Madrigals we sung amidst our Flocks With Garlands guarded from Apollos Beames On Ochelles whiles neare Bodottias Streames The Ecchoes did resound them from the Rocks Of forraine Shepheards bent to try the States Though I Worlds Guest a Vagabond do stray Thou may that Store which I esteem Survey As best acquainted with my Soules Conceits What ever Fate Heavens have for me design'd I trust thee with the Treasure of my Mind Clorus SWan which so sweetly sings By Aska's Bankes and pitifully plains That old Meander never heard such Straines Eternall Fame thou to thy Country brings And now our Calidon Is by thy Songs made a new Helicon Her Mountaines Woods and Springs While Mountains Woods Springs be shall sound thy praise And though fierce Boreas oft make pale her Bayes And kill those Mirtills with enraged Breath Which should thy Brows enwreath Her Flouds have Pearles Seas
you Heaven that all containes And thou my Soule let nought thy Griefes relent Those Hands those sacred Hands which hold the reines Of this great All and kept from mutuall wars The Elements beare rent for thee their Veines Those Feet which once must trade on golden Stars For thee with Nails would be pierc'd through and torn For thee Heavens King from Heaven himselfe debars This great heart-quaking Dolour waile and mourne Yee that long since Him saw by might of Faith Ye now that are and ye yet to be borne Not to behold his great Creators Death The Sun from sinfull eyes hath vail'd his light And faintly journies up Heavens saphyre Path And cutting from her Brows her Tresses bright The Moone doth keep her Lords sad Obsequâ—es Impearling with her Teares her Robe of Night All staggering and lazie lowre the Skies The Earth and elementall Stages quake The long-since dead from bursted Graves arise And can things wanting sense yet sorrow take And beare a part with him who all them wrought And Man though borne with cries shall pitty lack Thinke what had been your state had he not brought To these sharpe Pangs himselfe and priz'd so high Your soules that with his Life them life he bought What woes do you attend if still ye lye Plung'd in your wonted ordures wretched Brood Shall for your sake againe God ever die O leave deluding shews embrace true good He on you calls forgo Sins shamefull trade With Prayers now seek Heaven and not with Bloud Let not the Lambs more from their Dams be had Nor Altars blush for sin live every thing That long time long'd for sacrifice is made All that is from you crav'd by this great King Is to beleeve a pure Heart Incense is What gift alas can we him meaner bring Haste sin-sick Soules this season do not misse Now while remorselesse Time doth grant you space And God invites you to your only Blisse He who you calls will not deny you Grace But low-deep bury faults so ye repent His Armes loe stretched are you to embrace When Daies are done and Lifes small sparke is spent So you accept what freely here is given Like brood of Angels deathlesse all-content Ye shall for ever live with him in Heaven COme forth come forth ye blest triumphing Bands Faire Citizens of that immortall Town Come see that King which all this All commands Now overcharg'd with Love die for his own Look on those Nailes which pierce his Feet and Hands What a sharpe Diadem his Brows doth crown Behold his pallid Face his heavy frown And what a throng of Thieves him mocking stands Come forth ye Empyrean Troupes come forth Preserve this sacred Bloud that Earth adornes Gather those liquid Roses off his Thornes O! to be lost they be of too much worth For Streams 1 Juice 2 Balm 3 they are which quench 1 kills 2 charmes 3 Of God 1 Death 2 Hell 3 the wrath 1 the life 2 the harmes3. SOule whom Hell did once inthrall He He for thine offence Did suffer Death who could not die at all O soveraigne Excellence O life of all that lives Eternall Bounty which each good thing gives How could Death mount so high No wit this Point can reach Faith only doth us teach He died for us at all who could not dye LIfe to give life deprived is of Life And Death display'd hath Ensigne against Death So violent the Rigour was of Death That nought could daunt it but the Life of Life No Power had Pow'r to thrall Lifes Pow'rs to Death But willingly Life down hath laid Life Love gave the wound which wrought this worke of Death His Bow and Shafts were of the Tree of Life Now quakes the Author of eternall Death To find that they whom late he rest of Life Shall fill his Roome above the lists of Death Now all rejoyce in Death who hope for Life Dead Jesus lies who Death hath kill'd by Death No Tombe his Tombe is but new Source of Life RIse from those fragrant Climes thee now embrace Unto this World of Ours O haste thy Race Faire Sun and though contrarie waies all yeare Thou hold thy course now with the highest Sheare Joyne thy blew Wheeles to hasten Time that low'rs And lazy Minutes turne to perfect Houres The Night and Death too long a league have made To stow the World in Horrours ugly shade Shake from thy Locks a Day with Safron raies So faire that it outshine all other daies And yet do not presumâ— great Eye of Light To be that which this Day must make so bright See an Eternall Sun hasts to arise Not from the Easterne blushing Seas or Skies Or any stranger Worlds Heavens Concaves have But from the Darknesse of an hollow Grave And this is that all-powerfull Sun above That crown'd thy Brows with Rays first made thee moâ— Lights Trumpeters ye need not from your Bow'rs Proclaime this Day this the angelick Pow'rs Have done for you But now an opall hew Bepaints Heavens Christall to the longing view Earths late hid Colours shine Light doth adorne The World and weeping Joy forth comes the Morne And with her as from a Lethargick Trance The breath return'd that Bodies doth advance Which two sad Nights in Rock lay coffin'd dead And with an iron Guard invironed Life out of Death Light out of Darknesse springs From a base Jaile forth comes the King of Kings What late was mortall thrall'd to every woe That lackeys life or upon sense doth grow Immortall is of an eternall Stampe Far brighter beaming than the morning Lampe So from a black Ecclipse out-peares the Sun Such when her course of Daies have on her run In a far Forrest in the pearly East And she her selfe hath burnt and spicie Nest The lovely Bird with youthfull Pens and Combe Doth sore from out her Cradle and her Tombe So a small seed that in the Earth lies hid And dies reviving bursts her cloddy Side Adorn'd with yellow Locks of new is borne And doth become a Mother great with Corne Of Graines brings hundreds with it which when old Enrich the Furrows which do float with Gold Haile holy Victor greatest Victor haile That Hell doth ransake against Death prevaile O how thou long'd for com'st with joyfull cries The all-triumphing Palatines of Skies Salute thy rising Earth would Joyes no more Beare if thou rising didst them not restore A silly Tombe should not his Flesh enclose Who did Heavens trembling Tarasses dispose No Monument should such a Jewell hold No Rock though Ruby Diamond and Gold Thou didst lament and pitty humane Race Bestowing on us of thy free-given Grace More than we forfeited and losed first In Eden Rebells when we were accurst Then Earth our portion was Earths Joyes but given Earth and Earths Blisse thou hast exchang'd with heaven O what a hight of good upon us streames From the great splendor of thy Bounties Beames When we deserv'd shame horrour flames of wrath Thou bledst our wounds and suffer didst
with winter glasse The ayry Caucasus the Apennine Pyrenes clifts where Sun doth never shine When he some craggy Hills hath ever-went Begins to thinke â—n rest his Journey spent Till mounting some tall Mountainâ— he do find More hights before him than he left behind With halting pace so while I would me raise To the unbounded limits of thy Praise Some part of way I thought to have o're-run But now I see how scarce I have begun With Wonders new my Spirits range possest And wandring waylesse in a maze them rest In these vaste Fields of Light etheriall Plaines Thou art attended by immortall Traines Of Intellectuall Pow'rs which thou broughtst forth To praise thy Goodnesse and admire thy Worth In numbers passing others Creatures far Since Creatures most noble maniest are Which do in knowledge us not lesse out-run Than Moon in light doth Stars or Moon the Sun Unlike in Orders rang'd and many a Band If Beauty in Disparity doth stand Arch-angels Angels Cherubs Seraphines And what with name of Thrones amongst them shines Large-ruling Princes Dominations Pow'rs All-acting Vertues of those flaming Tow'rs These freed of Umbrage these of Labour free Rest ravished with still beholding Thee Inflam'd with Beames which sparkle from thy Face They can no more desire far lesse embrace Low under them with slow and staggering pace Thy Hand-maid Nature thy great Steps doth trace The Source of second Causes golden Chaine That links this Frame as thou it doth ordaine Nature gaz'd on with such a curious Eye That Earthlings oft her deem'd a Deity By Nature led those Bodies faire and great Which faint not in their Course nor change their State Unintermixt which no disorder prove Though aye and contrary they alwaies move The Organs of thy Providence divine Books ever open Signâ—s that clearely shine Times purpled Maskers then do them advance As by sweet Musick in a measur'd dance Stars Hoste of Heaven ye Firmaments bright Flow'rs Cleare Lamps which overhang this Stage of ours Ye turne not there to deck the Weeds of Night Nor Pageant-like to please the vulgar Sight Great Causes sure ye must bring great Effects But who can descant right your grave Aspects He only who Yoâ— made decipher can Your Notes Heavens Eyes ye blind the Eyes of Man Amidst these Saphir far-extending Hights The never-twinkling ever-wandring Lights Their fixed Motions keep one dry and cold Deep-Leaden colour'd slowly there is roll'd With Rule and Line for Times steps meting even In twice three Lustres he but turnes his Heaven With temperate qualities and Countenance faire Still mildly smiling sweetly debonaire Another cheares the World and way doth make In twice sixe Autumnes through the Zodiack But hot and dry with flaming Locks and Brows Enrag'd this in his red Pavillion glows Together running with like speed â—f space Two equally in hands atchieve their race With blushing Face this oft doth bring the Day And ushers oft to stately Stars the way That various in vertue changing light With his small flame impearles the vaile of Night Prince of this Court the Sun in triumph rides With the Yeare Snake-like in her selfe that glides Times Dispensator faire life-giving Source Through Skies twelve Posts as he doth run his course Heart of this All of what is known to sence The likest to his Makers excellence In whose diurnall motion doth appeare A Shadow no true pourtrait of the Yeare The Moone moves lowest silver Sun of Night Dispersing through the World her borrow'd light Who in three formes her head abroad doth range And only constant is in constant Change Sad Queen of Silence I ne're see thy Face To waxe or waine or shine with a full grace But straight amaz'd on Man I think each Day His state who changeth or if he find Stay It is in dolefull anguish cares and paines And of his Labours Death is all the Gaines Immortall Monarch can so fond a Thought Lodge in my Brest as to trust thou first brought Here in Earths shady Cloyster wretched Man To suck the Aire of Woe to spend Lifes span ' Midst Sighs and Plaints a Stranger unto Mirth To give himselfe his Death rebucking Birth By sense and wit of Creatures made King By sense and wit to live their Underling And what is worst have Eaglets eyes to see His own disgrace and know an high degree Of Blâ—sse the Place if he might thereto clime And not live thralled to imperious Time Or dotard shall I so from Reason swerve To dim those Lights which to our use do serve For thou dost not them need more nobly fram'd Than us that know their course and have them nam'd No I ne're thinke but we did them surpasse As far as they do Asterismes of Glasse When thou us made by Treason high defil'd Thrust from our first estate we live exil'd Wandring this Earth which is of Death the Lot Where he doth use the Pow'r which he hath got Indifferent Umpire unto Clowns and Kings The supreame Monarch of all moâ—tall things When fiâ—st this flowry Oâ—be was to us given I but in place disvalu'd was to Heaven These Creatures which now our Soveraignes are And as to Rebels do denounce us war Then were our Vassals no tumultuous Storme No Thunders Earthquakes did her Forme deforme The Seas in tumbling Mountaines did not roare But like moist Christall whispered on the Shoare No Snake did trace her Meads nor ambusht lowre In azure Curles beneath the sweet-Spring Flow'r The Night shade Henbane Napell Aconite Her Bowels then not bare with Death to smite Her guiltlesse Brood thy Messengers of Grace As their high Rounds did haunt this lower Place O Joy of Joyes with our first Parents Thou To commune then didst daigâ—e as Friends do now Against thee we rebell'd and justly thus Each Creature rebelled against us Earth rest of what did chiefe in her excell To all became a Jaile to most a Hell In Times full Terme untill thy Son was given Who Man with Thee Earth reconcil'd with Heaven Whole and entire all in thy Selfe thou art All-where diffus'd yet of this All no part For infinite in making this faire Frame Great without Quantity in all thou came And filling all how can thy State admit Or Place or Substance to be void of it Were Worlds as many as the Rayes which streame From Daies bright lampe on madding Wits do dreame They would not reele in ought nor wandring stray But draw to Thee who could their Centers stay Were but one hours this World disjoyn'd from thee It in one houre to nought reduc'd should be For it thy Shadow is and can they last If sever'd from the Substances them cast O only blest and Author of all Blisse No Bliss it selfe that all where wished is Efficient exemplary finall Good Of thine own Selfe but only understood Light is thy Curtaine thou art Light of Light An ever-waking Eye still shining bright In-looking all exempt of passive Pow'r And change in change since Deaths pale shade doth low'r All Times to
in a Crimson show'r Such as on Indies Shores they use to poure Or with that golden Storme the Fields adorne Which Jove rain'd when his Blew-ey'd Maid was born May never Hours the Web of Day out-weave May never Night rise from her sable Cave Swell proud my Billows faint not to declare Your Joyes as ample as their Causes are For Murmurs hoarse sound like Arions Harpe Now delicately flat now sweetly sharp And you my Nymphs rise from your moist Repaire Strow all your Springs and Grots with Lillies faire Some swiftest-footed get them hence and pray Our Flouds and Lakes come keep this Holy-day What e're beneath Albanias Hills do run Which see the rising or the setting Sun Which drinke sterne Grampius Mists or Ochels Snows Stone-rowling Tay Tine Tortoise-like that flows The pearly Don the Deas the fertile Spay Wild Neveâ—ne which doth see our longest Day Nesse smoaking-Sulphur Leave with Mountains crown'd Strange Loumond for his floating Isles renown'd The Irish Rian Ken the silver Aire The snaky Dun the Ore with rushy Haire The christall-streaming Nid loud-bellowing Clyde Tweed which no more our Kingdomes shall divide Ranke-swelling Annan Lid with curled streames The Eskes the Solway where they lose their Names To ev'ry one proclaime our Joyes and Feasts Our Triumphs bid all come and be our Guests And as they meet in Neptunes azure Hall Bid them bid Sea-Gods keep this Festivall This Day shall by our Currents be renown'd Our Hills about shall still this Day resound Nay that our Love more to this Day appeare Let us with it henceforth begin our yeare To Virgins Flow'rs to Sun-burnt Earth the Raine To Mariners faire Winds amidst the Maine Coole Shades to Pilgrims which hot Glances burne Are not so pleasing as thy blest Returne That Day deare Prince which rob'd us of thy sight Day no but Darknesse and a dusky Night Did fill our Brests with Sighs our Eyes with Teares Turn'd Minutes to sad Months sad Months to Yeares Trees left to flourish Meadows to beare Flow'rs Brooks hid their Heads within their sedgie Bow'rs Faire Ceres curst our Fields with barren Frost As if againe she had her Daughter lost The Muses left our Groves and for sweet Songs Sate sadly silent or did weep their wrongs You know it Meads you murmuring Woods it know Hills Dales and Caves Copartners of their Woe And you it know my Streames which from their Eine Oft on your Glasse receiv'd their pearly Brine O Naïds deare said they Napaeas faire O Nymphs of Trees Nymphs which on Hills repaire Gone are those maiden Glories gone that State Which made all Eyes admire our Blisse of late As looks the Heaven when never Star appeares But slow and weary shrowd them in their Spheares While Tithons wife embosom'd by Him lies And World doth languish in a mournfull Guise As looks a Garden of its Beauty spoyl'd As Woods in Winter by rough Bore'as foyl'd As Pourtraits raz'd of Colours use to be So look'd these abject Bounds depriv'd of Thee While as my Rills enjoy'd Thy royall Gleames They did not envy Tibers haughty Streames Nor wealthy Tagus with his golden Ore Nor cleare Hydaspes which on Pearles doth roare Nor golden Gange that sees the Sun new borne Nor Achelous with his flowry Horne Nor Flouds which neare â—lisian Fields do fall For why Thy sight did serve to them for all No Place there is so desart so alone Even from the frozen to the Torrid Zone From flaming Hecla to great Quinceys Lake Which Thy abode could not most happy make All those Perfections which by bounteous Heaven To divers Worlds in divers Times were given The starry Senate powr'd at once on Thee That thou Exemplar mightst to others be Thy Life was kept till the three Sisters spun Their threads of Gold and then it was begun With chequer'd Clouds when Skies do look most faire And no disord'red Blasts disturb the Aire When Lillies do them deck in azure Gowns And new-borne Roses blush with golden Crowns To prove how calme we under Thee should live What Halcyonean Dayes Thy Reigne should give And to two flowry Diadems Thy right The Heavens Thee made a Partner of the Light Scarce wast Thou borne when joyn'd in friendly Bands Two mortall Foes with other clasped Hands With Vertue Fortune strove which most should grace Thy Place for Thee Thee for so high a Place One vow'd Thy sacred Brest not to forsake The other on Thee not to turne her Back And that thou more her loves Effects mightst feele For Thee she left her Globe and broke her Wheele When yeares Thee Vigour gave O then how cleare Did smothered Sparkles in bright Flames appeare Amongst the Woods to force the flying Hart To pierce the Mountaine-Wolfe with feather'd Dart See Faulcons climbe the Clouds the Foxe ensnare Out-run the wind-out-running Daedale Hare To breath thy fiery Steed on every Plaine And in meandring â—yres him bring againe The Prease Thee making Place and vulgar Things In Admirations Aire on Glories Wings O! Thou far from the common Pitch didst rise With thy designs to dazell Envies Eyes Thou soughtst to know this All 's eternall Source Of ever-turning Heavens the restlesse Course Their fixed Lamps their Lights which wandring run Whence Moon her Silver hath his Gold the Sun If Fate there be or no if Planets can By fierce Aspects force the free-will of Man The light aspiring Fire the liquid Aire The flaming Dragons Comets with red Haire Heavens tilting Launces Artillery and Bow Loud-sounding Trumpets Darts of Haile and Snow The roaring Element with People dumbe The Earth with what conceiv'd is in her Wombe What on her moves were set unto thy Sight Till Thou didst find their Causes Essence Might But unto nought Thou so thy Mind didst straine As to be read in Man and learne to raigne To know the Weight and Atlas of a Crown To spare the Humble Proud ones tumble down When from those piercing Cares which Thrones invest As Thornes the Rose thou weari'd would'st thee rest With Lute in Hand full of Coelestiall Fire To the Pierian Groves thou didst retire There gaâ—landed with all Uranias Flow'rs In sweeter Layes than builded Thebes Tow'rs Or them which charm'd the Dolphines in the Maine Or which did call Euridice againe Thou sung'st away the Houres till from their Spheare Stars seem'd to shoot thy Melody to heare The God with golden Haire the Sister Maids Did leave their Helicon and Temp's shades To see thine Isle here lost their native Tongue And in thy world-divided Language sung Who of thine afâ—â—r-age can count the Deeds With all that Fame in Times huge Annals reads How by Example more than any Law This People fierce thou didst to goodnesse draw How while the Neighbour Worlds toss'd by the Fates So many Phaëtons had in their States Which turn'd to heedlesse Flames their burnish'd Thrones Thou as ensphear'd keptst temperate thy Zones In Affrick Shoares the Sands that ebbe and flow The shady Leaves on Ardens Trees that grow
feare and dearest Gem Nor Roman Saxon Pict by sad alarmes Could this acquire and keep the Heavens in armes From us repell all perills nor by wars Ought here was won or gaping wounds and scars Our Lions Clymacterick now is past And crown'd with Bayes he rampeth free at last Here are no Serean Fleeces Peru Gold Auroras Gems nor Wares by Tyrians sold Towns swell not here with Babylonian Walls Nor Nero's sky-resembling gold-seel'd Halls Nor Memphis Spires nor Quinzayes arched Frames Captiving Seas and giving Lands their names Faith milke-white Faith of old belov'd so well Yet in this corner of the world doth dwell With her pure Sisters Truth Simplicity Here banish'd Honour beares them company A Mars-adoring Brood is here their wealth Sound minds and bodies of as sound a health Walls here are Men who fence their Cities more Than Neptune when he doth in Mountaines roare Doth guard this Isle or all those Forts and Tow'rs Amphions Harpe rais'd about Thebes bow'rs Heavens Arch is oft their roofe the pleasant shed Of Oake and Plaine oft serves them for a Bed To suffer want soft pleasure to despise Run over panting Mountaines crown'd with Ice Râ—vers o'recome the wastest Lakes appall Being to themselves Oars Steerers Ship and all Is their renown a brave all-doring Race Couragious prudent doth this Climate grace Yet the firme Base on which their glory stands In peace true hearts in wars is valiant hands Which here great King they offer up to thee Thy worth respecting as thy pedegree Though it be much to come of Princely stem More is it to deserve a Diadem Vouchsafe blest People ravisht here with me To thinke my thoughts and see what I do see A Prince all gracious affable divine Meeke wise just valiant whose radiant shine Of Vertues like the Stars about the Pole Guilding the Night enlightneth every Soule Your Scepter swaies a Prince borne in this Age To guard the Innocents from Tyrants rage To make Peace prosper Justice to reflow'r In desert hamlet as in Lordly Bow'r A Prince that though of none he stands in awe Yet first subjects himselfe to his own Law Who joyes in good and still as right directs His greatnesse measures by his good effects His Peoples pedestall who rising high To grace this Throne makes Scotlands name to fly On Halcyons wings her glory which restores Beyond the Ocean to Columbus shores Gods sacred Picture in this man adore Honour his Valour Zeale his Piety more High value what you hold him deep engrave In your hearts Heart from whom all good ye have For as Moons splendor from her Brother springs The Peoples welfare streameth from their Kings Since your loves Object doth immortall prove O love this Prince with an eternall love Pray that those Crowns his Ancestors did weare His temples long more orient may beare That good he reach by sweetnesse of his sway That even his shadow may the bad affray That Heaven on him what he desires bestow That still the glory of his greatnesse grow That your begun felicities may last That no Orion do with stormes them blast That Victory his brave exploits attend East West or South where he his Force shall bend Till his great Deeds all former Deeds surmount And quaile the Nimrod of the Hellespont That when his well-spent care all care becalmes He may in Peace sleep in a shade of Palmes And rearing up faire Trophees that heavens may Extend his life to worlds extreamest day The Song of the Muses at Parnassus AT length we see those Eyes Which cheere both Earth and Skies Now ancient Caledon Thy Beauties heighten richest Robes put on And let young joyes to all thy parts arise Here could thy Prince still stay Each Month should turne to May We need nor Star nor Sun Save him to lengthen Daies and Joyes begun Sorrow and Night to far Climes haste away Now Majesty and Love Combin'd are from above Prince never Scepter sway'd Lov'd Subjects more of Subjects more obey'd Which may endure whilst Heavens great Orbes do move Joyes did you alwaies last Lifes sparke you soon would waste Griefe follows sweet Delight As Day is shadowed by sable Night Yet shall Remembrance keep you still when past The Speeches at the Horoscopall Pageant by the Planets Endymion ROus'd from the Latmian Cave where many yeares That Empresse of the lowest of the Spheares Who cheers the Night did keep me hid apart From mortall Wights to ease her love-sick heart As young as when she did me first enclose As fresh in beauty as the morning Rose Endymion that whilome kept my Flocks Upon Ionias flowry Hills and Rocks And sweet Layes warbling to my Cynthias beames Out-sang the Cignets of Meanders streames To whom for Guerdon she Heavens secret bars Made open taught the Paths and Pow'rs of Stars By this deare Ladies strict commandement To celebrate this day I here am sent But whether is this heaven which stars do crown Or are heavens flaming splendors here come down To beautifie this nether World with me Such state and glory did e're Shepheard see My wits my sense mistrust and stay amaz'd No eye on fairer Objects ever gaz'd Sure this is Heaven for every wandring star Forsaking those great Orbes where whirlâ—d they are All dismall sad aspects abandoning Are here met to salute some gracious King Nor is it strange if they Heavens height neglect It of undoubted worth is the effect Then this it is thy presence royall Youth Hath brought them here within an Azymuth To tell by me their Herauld comming things And what each Fate to her sterne Distaâ—â—e sings Heavens Volume to unclaspe vast Pages spread Mysterious golden Cyphers cleare to read Heare then the Augur of thy future daies And what the starry Senate of thee saies For what is firme decreed in heaven above In vaine on earth strive Mortalls to improve Saturne TO faire hopes to give reines now is it time And soare as high as just desires may climbe O Halcyonian cleare and happy Day From sorry Wights let sorrow flie away And vexe Antartick Climes great Brittaines woes Vanish for joy now in her Zenith glows The old Lucadian Syth-bearing Sire Though cold for thee feeles flames of sweet desire And many lustres at a perfect height Shall keep thy Scepters Majesty as bright And strong in power and glory every way As when thy peerelesse Parent did it sway Ne're turning wrinkled in times endlesse length But one in her first beauty youthfull strength Like thy rare mind which stedfast as the Pole Still fixed stands however Spheares do role More to inhaunce with favours this thy Raigne His age of gold he shall restore againe Love Justice Honour Innocence renew Mens sprights with white simplicity indue Make all to live in plenties ceaselesse store With equall shares none wishing to have more No more shall cold the Plough-mens hopes beguile Skies shall on Earth with lovely glances smile Which shall untill'd each flow'r and herb bring forth And Lands to Gardens turne
of equall worth Life long shall not be thrall'd to mortall dates Thus heavens decree so have ordain'd the Fates Jove DElight of heaven sole honour of the earth Jove courting thine Ascendant at thy birth Proclaimed thee a King and made it true That to thy worth great Monarchies are due He gave thee what was good and what was great What did belong to love and what to state Rare gifts whose ardors burne the hearts of all Like tinder when flints atoms on it fall The Tramontane which thy faire course directs Thy Counsels shall approve by their effects Justice kept low by Giants wrongs and jars Thou shalt relieve and crown with glistering stars Whom nought save Law of force could keep in awe Thou shalt turne Clients to the force of Law Thou Armes shalt brandish for thine own defence Wrongs to repell and guard weake innocence Which to thy last effort thou shalt uphold As Oake the Ivy which it doth enfold All overcome at last thy selfe orecome Thou shalt make passion yield to reasons doome For smiles of fortune shall not raise thy mind Nor shall disasters make it ere declin'd True shonour shall reside within thy Court Sobriety and Truth there still resort Keep promis'd faith thou shalt all treacheries Detest and fawning Parasites despise Thou others to make rich shalt not make poore Thy selfe but give that thou mayst still give more Thou shalt no Paranymph raise to high Place For frizl'd locks quaint pace or painted face On gorgeous rayments womanizing toyes The works of wormes and what a Moth destroyes The Maze of fooles thou shalt no treasure spend Thy charge to immortality shall tend Raise Pallaces and Temples vaulted high Rivers o're arch of Hospitality And Sciences the ruin'd Innes restore With Walls and Ports incircle Neptunes shore To new-found worlds thy Fleets make hold their course And find of Canada the unknown Sourse People those Lands which passe Arabian fields In fragrant Woods and Muske which Zephire yeelds Thou fear'd of none shalt not thy People feare Thy Peoples love thy Greatnesse shall up-reare Still rigour shall not shine and mercy lower What Love can do thou shalt not do by Power New and vast Taxes thou shalt not extort Load heavy those thy bounty should support Thou shalt not strike the Hinge nor Master Beame Of thine Estate but errours in the same By harmelesse Justice graciously reforme Delighting more in calme than roaring storme Thou shalt governe in Peace as did thy Sire Keep save thine own and Kingdomes new acquire Beyond Alcides Pillars and those bounds Where Alexander gain'd the Easterne Crowns Till thou the greatest be amongst the Greats Thus Heavens ordaine so have decreed the Fates Mars SOn of the Lion thou of loathsome Bands Shalt free the Earth and what e're thee withstands Thy noble paws shall teare the God of Thrace Shall be thy second and before thy face To Truth and Justice whilest thou Trophees reares Armies shall fall dismaid with Panick feares As when Aurora in skies azure-lists Makes shadows vanish doth disperse the mists And in a twinkling with her opall light Nights horrours checketh putting stars to flight More to inflame thee to this noble taske To thee he here resigns his Sword and Caske A Wall of flying Castels armed Pines Shall bridge thy Sea like heaven with steele that shines To aide earths tenants by foule yoaks opprest And fill with feares the great King of the West To thee already Victory displaies Her garlands twin'd with Olive Oake and Bayes Thy triumphs finish shall all old debates Thus Heavens decree so have ordain'd the Fates Sun WEalth Wisdome Glory Pleasure stoutest hearts Religion Laws Hyperion imparts To thy just Raigne which shall far far surpasse Of Emperours Kings the best that ever was Look how he dims the stars thy Glories raies So darken shall the lustre of these daies For in faire Vertues Zodiack thou shalt run And in the Heaven of Worthies be the Sun No more contemn'd shall haplesse Learning lye The maids of Pindus shall be raised high For Bay and Ivy which their brows enroll'd Thou shalt them deck with Gems and shining gold Thou open shalt Parnassus Christall gates Thus Heavens ordaine so do decree the Fates Venus THe Acidalian Queen amidst thy Bayes Shall twine her Mirtles grant thee pleasant daies She did make cleare thy house and with her light Of churlish stars put back the dismall spight The Hymenean bed faire brood shall grace Which on the earth continue shall their race While Floras treasure shall the Meads endeare While sweet Pomona Rose-cheek'd fruits shall beare While Phaebes beames her brothers emulates Thus Heavens decree so have ordain'd the Fates Mercury GReat Atlas Nephew shall the works of Peace The Springs of plenty Tillage Trades encrease And Arts in times gulfes lost againe restore To their Perfection nay find many more More perfect Artists Cyclops in their forge Shall mould those brazen Typhons which disgorge From their hard Bowels metall flame and smoake Mufling the aire up in a sable cloake Geryons Harpyes Dragons Sphinges strange Wheele where in spacious gires the Fume doth range The Sea shrinkes at the blow shake doth the ground The Worlds vast Chambers doth the sound rebound The Stygian Porter leaveth off to barke Black Jove appall'd doth shroud him in the darke Many a Typhis in adventures tost By new-found skill shall many a maiden coast With thy sayle-winged Argoses find out Which like the Sun shall run the Earth about And far beyond his paths score wavy waies To Cathaies Lands by Hyperborean Seas He shall endue thee both in peace and war With wisdome which than Strength is better far Wealth Honour Armes and Arts shall grace thy States Thus Heavens ordaine so do decree the Fates The Moon O How the faire Queen with the golden maids The Sun of Night thy happy fortunes aids Though turban'd Princes for a Badge her weare To them she waine to thee would full appeare Her Hand-maid Thetis dayly walkes the round About thy Delos that no force it wound Than when thou leftst it and abroad didst stray Deare Pilgrim she did straw with flowers thy way And turning forraine force and counsell vaine Thy Guard and Guide return'd thee home againe To thee she Kingdomes Years Blisse did divine Quailing Medusas grim Snakes with her shine Beneath thy raigne Discord fell mischiefes forge The bane of Peoples State and Kingdome Scourge Pale Envy with the Cocatrices eye Which seeing kills but seen doth forthwith dye Malice Deceit Rebellion Impudence Beyond the Garamants shall pack them hence With every Monster that thy Glory hates Thus Heavens decree so have ordain'd the Fates Endymion THat heretofore to thy heroick mind Hopes did not answer as they were design'd O do not thinke it strange Times were not come And these faire stars had not pronounc'd their doome The Destinies did on that day attend When to this Northerne Region thou should lend Thy cheerfull presence and charg'd with Renown Set on thy brows the
Caledonian Crown Thy vertues now thy just desire shall grace Sterne Chance shall change and to Desert give place Let this be known to all the Fates admit To their grave Counsell and to every wit That courts Heavens inside this let Sibills know And those mad Corybants who dance and glow On Dindimus high tops with frantick fire Let this be known to all Apollo's Quire And People let it not be hid from you What Mountaines noyse and flouds proclaime as true Whereever Fame abroad his praise shall ring All shall observe and serve this blessed King The End of King Charles his Entertainment at Edenborough 1633. A Pastorall Elegie on the Death of S. W. A. IN sweetest prime and blooming of his Age Deare Alcon ravish'd from this mortall Stage The Shepheards mourn'd as they him lov'd before Among the Rout him Edmon did deplore Idmon who whether Sun in East did rise Or dive in West pour'd Torrents from his Eyes Of liquid Chrystall under Hawthorne shade At last to Trees and Rocks this plaint he made Alcon delight of Heaven desire of Earth Off-spring of Phoebus and the Muses birth The Graces Darling Adon of our Plaines Flame of the fairest Nymphs the Earth sustaines What Power of thee hath us bereft What Fate By thy untimely fall would ruinate Our hopes O Death what treasure in one houre Hast thou dispersed How dost thou devoure What we on earth hold dearest All things good Too envious Heavens how blast ye in the Bud The Corne the greedy Reapers cut not down Before the Fields with golden Eares it crown Nor doth the verdant Fruits the Gardener pull But thou art cropt before thy yeares were full With thee sweet youth the Glories of our Fields Vanish away and what contentments yields The Lakes their silver look the woods their shades The Springs their Christall want their Verdure Meads The yeares their early seasons cheerfull Dayes Hills gloomy stand now desolate of Rayes Their amorous whispers Zephires not us bring Nor do Aires Quiresters salute the Spring The freezing winds our Gardens do defloure Ah Destinies and you whom Skies embow'r To his faire Spoiles his Spright againe yet give And like another Phoenix make him live The Herbs though cut sprout fragrant from their stems And make with Crimson blush our Anademâ— The Sun when in the West he doth decline Heavens brightest Tapers at his Funeralls shine His Face when washt in the Atlantick Seas Revives and cheeres the Welkin with new Raies Why should not he since of more pure a Frame Returne to us againe and be the same But wretch what wish I To the winds I send These Plaints and Prayers Destines cannot lend Thee more of Time nor Heavens consent will thus Thou leave their starry World to dwell with us Yet shall they not thee keep amidst their Spheares Without these lamentations and Teares Thou wast all Vertue Courtesie and Worth And as Suns light is in the Moon set forth Worlds supreame Excellence in thee did shine Nor though eclipsed now shalt thou decline But in our Memories live while Dolphins streames Shall haunt whilst Eaglets stare on Titans beames Whilst Swans upon their Christall Tombes shall sing Whilst Violets with Purple paint the Spring A gentler Shepheard Flocks did never feed On Albions Hills nor sung to oaten Reed While what she found in Thee my Muse would blaze Griefe doth distract Her and cut short thy Praise How oft have we inviron'd by the Throng Of tedious Swaines the cooler shades among Contemn'd Earths glow-worme Greatnesse and the Châ—ce Of Fortune scorn'd deeming it disgrace To court unconstancy How oft have we Some Chloris Name graven in each Virgin Tree And finding Favours fading the next Day What we had carv'd we did deface away Woefull Remembrance Nor Time nor Place Of thy abodement shadows any Trace But there to me Thou shin'st late glad Desires And ye once Roses how are ye turned Bryers Contentments passed and of Pleasures Chiefe Now are ye frightfull Horrours Hells of Griefe When from thy native Soyle Love had Thee driven Thy safe returne Prefigurating a Heaven Of flattering Hopes did in my Fancy move Then little dreaming it should Atomes prove These Groves preserve will I these loved Woods These Orchards rich with Fruits with Fish these flouds My Alcon will returne and once againe His chosen Exiles he will entertaine The populous City holds him amongst Harmes Of some fierce Circe's stronger Charmes These Bankes said I he visit will and Streames These silent shades ne're kist by courting Beames Far far off I will meet him and I first Shall him approaching know and first be blest With his Aspect I first shall heare his voice Him find the same he parted and rejoyce To learne his passed Perills know the Sports Of forraine Shepheards Fawns and Fairy Courts No pleasure to the Fields an happy State The Swaines enjoy secure from what they hate Free of proud Cares they innocently spend The Day nor do black Thoughts their ease offend Wise Natures Darlings they live in the World Perplexing not themselves how it is hurld These Hillocks Phoebus loves Ceres these Plaines Thâ—se Shades the Sylvans and here Pales straines Milke in the Pailes the Maids which haunt the Springs Daunce on these Pastures here Amintas sings Hesperian Gardens Tempe's shades are here Or what the Easterne Inde and West hold deare Come then deare Youth the Wood-nymphs twine thee Boughs With Rose and Lilly to impale thy Brows Thus ignorant I mus'd not conscious yet Of what by Death was done and ruthlesse Fate Amidst these Trances Fame thy losse doth sound And through my Eares gives to my Heart a wound With stretched-out Armes I sought thee to embrace But clasp'd amaz'd a Coffin in thy Place A Coffin of our Joyes which had the Trust Which told that thou wert come but chang'd to Dust Scarce even when felt could I beleeve this wrack Nor that thy Time and Glory Heavens would breake Now since I cannot see my Alcons Face And find nor Vows nor Prayers to have place With guilty Stars this Mountaine shall become To me a sacred Altar and a Tombe To famous Alcon here as Daies Monthâ— Yeares Do circling glide I sacrifice will teares Here spend my remnant Time exil'd from Mirth Till Death at last turne Monarch of my Earth Shepheards on Forth and you by Doven Rocks Which use to sing and sport and keep your Flocks Pay Tribute here of Teares ye never had To aggravate your Moanes a cause more sad And to their sorrows hither bring your Mands Charged with sweetest flow'rs and with pure Hands Faire Nymphs the blushing Hyacinth and Rose Spred on the Place his Relicts do enclose Weave Garlands to his Memory and put Over his Hearse a Verse in Cypres cut Vertue did dye Goodnesse but harme did give After the noble Alcon ceas'd to live Friendship an Earthquake suffer'd losing Him Loves brightest Constellation turned Dim Hymne SAviour of Mankind Man Emanuel Who sinlesse died for Sin who
art not Great Nor glorious By this Monument turne wise One it enshrineth sprung of ancient stemm And if that Bloud Nobility can make From which some Kings have not disdain'd to take Their proud Descent a rare and matchlesse Gemm A Beauty here it holds by full assurance Than which no blooming Rose was more refin'd Nor Mornings Blush more radiant ever shinâ—d Ah! too too like to Morne and Rose at last It holds her who in Wits ascendant far Did Yeares and Sex transcend To whom the Heaven More Vertue than to all this Age had given For Vertue Meteor turn'd when she a star Faire Mirth sweet Conversation Modesty And what those Kings of Numbers did conceive By Muses Nine and Graces moe than Three Lye clos'd within the Compasse of this Grave Thus Death all Earthly glories doth confound Loe how much Worth a little Dust doth bound FAr from these Bankes exiled be all Joyes Contentments Pleasures Musick cares reliefe Tears Sighs Plaints Horrours Frightments sad Annoies Invest these Mountaines fill all Hearts with Griefe Here Nightingals and Turtles vent your moanes Amphrisian Shepheard here come feed thy Flocke And read thy Hyacinth amidst our Groanes Plaine Eccho thy Narcissus from our Rocks Lost have our Meads their Beauty Hills their Gemms Our Brooks their Christall Groves their pleasant shade The fairest Flow'r of all our Anademms Death cropped hath the Lesbia chaste is dead Thus sigh'd the Tyne then shrunke beneath his Urne And Meads Brooks Rivers Hills about did mourne THe Flower of Virgins in her Prime of yeares By ruthlesse Destinies is ta'ne away And rap'd from Earth poore Earth before this Day Which ne're was rightly nam'd a Vale of Teares Beauty to Heaven is fled sweet Modesty No more appeares She whose harmonious sounds Did ravish Sense and charme Minds deepest wounds Embaulm'd with many a Teare now low doth lye Faire Hopes now vanish'd are She should have grac'd A Princes Marriage-Bed but loe in Heaven Blest Paramours to her were to be given She liv'd an Angell now is with them plac'd Vertue is but a Name abstractly trimm'd Interpreting what she was in effect A shaddow from her Frame which did reflect A Pourtrait by her Excellencies limm'd Thou whom free-will or chance hath hither brought And read'st Here lies a Branch of Maitlands stemm And Sâ—ytons Off-spring know that either Name Designes all worth yet reacht by humane Thought Tombes else-where use Life to their Guests to give These Ashes can fraile Monuments make live Another on the same subject LIke to the Gardens Eye the Flower of Flow'rs With purple Pompe that dazle doth the Sight Or as among the lesser Gems of Night The Usher of the Planet of the Houres Sweet Maid thou shinedst on this World of ours Of all Perfectiâ—ns having trac'd the hight Thine outward frame was faire faire inward Powers A Saphire Lanthorne and an incense light Hence the enamour'd Heaven as too too good On Earths all-thorny soyle long to abide Transplanted to their Fields so rare a Bud Where from thy Sun no cloud thee now can hide Earth moan'd her losse and wish'd she had the grace Not to have known or known thee longer space HArd Laws of mortall Life To which made Thrales we come without consent Like Tapers lighted to be early spent Our Griefes are alwaies rife When joyes but halting march and swiftly fly Like shadows in the Eye The shadow doth not yeeld unto the Sun But Joyes and Life do waste even when begun On the Death of a Nobleman in Scotland buried at Aithen AIthen thy Pearly Coronet let fall Clad in sad Robes upon thy Temples set The weeping Cypresse or the sable Jet Mourne this thy Nurslings losse a losse which all Apollos Quire bemoanes which many yeares Cannot repaire nor Influence of Spheares Ah! when shalt thou find Shepheard like to him Who made thy Bankes more famous by his worth Then all those Gems thy Rocks and Streams send forth His splendor others Glow-worm light did dim Sprung of an ancient and a vertuous Race He Vertue more than many did embrace He fram'd to mildnesse thy halfe-barbarous swaines The Good-mans Refuge of the bad the fright Unparaleld in friendship worlds Delight For Hospitality along thy Plaines Far-fam'd a Patron and a Patterne faire Of Piety the Muses chiefe repaire Most debonaire in Courtesie supreame Lov'd of the meane and honour'd by the Great Ne're dasht by Fortune nor cast down by Fate To present and to after Times a Theame Aithen thy Teares poure on this silent Grave And drop them in thy Alabaster cave And Niâ—bes Imagery become And when thou hast distilled here a Tombe Eâ—chace in it thy Pearls and let it beare Aithens best Gem and honour shrin'd lies here FAme Register of Time Write in thy Scrowle that I Of Wisdome Lover and sweet Poesie Was cropped in my Prime And ripe in worth though green in yeares did dye IUstice Truth Peace and Hospitality Friendship and Love being resolv'd to dye In these lewd Times have chosen here to have With just true pious their Grave Them cherish'd he so much so much did grace That they on Earth would choose none other Place WHen Death to deck his Trophees stop thy breath Rare Ornament and Glory of these Parts All with moist Eyes might say and ruthfull hearts That things immortall vassal'd were to Death What Good in Parts on many shar'd we see From Nature gracious Heaven or Fortune flow To make a Master-Piece of worth below Heaven Nature Fortune gave in grosse to Thee In Honour Bounty Rich in Valour Wit In Courtesie Borne of an ancient Race With Bayes in war with Olives crown'd in Peace Match'd great with Off-spring for great Actions fit No Rust of Times nor Change thy Vertue wan With Times to change when Truth Faith Love decay'd In this new Age like Fate thou fixed stay'd Of the first World an all-substantiall Man As earst this Kingdome given was to thy Syre The Prince his Daughter trusted to thy Care And well the credit of a Gem so rare Thy loyalty and merit did require Yeares cannot wrong thy Worth that now appeares By others set as Diamonds among Pearles A Queens deare Foster Father to three Earles Enough on Earth to triumph are o're yeares Life a Sea-voyage is Death is the Haven And fraught with honour there thou hast arriv'd Which Thousands seeking have on Rocks been driven That Good adornes thy Grave which with thee liv'd For a fraile Life which here thou didst enjoy Thou now a lasting hast â—reed of Annoy WIthin the Closure of thiâ— Narrow Grave Lye all those Graces a Good-wife could have But on this Marble they shall not be read For then the Living envy would the Dead THe Daughter of a King of Princely Parts In Beauty eminent in Vertues chiefe Loadstar of Love and Loadstone of all hearts Her Friends and Husbands only Joy now Griefe Is here pent up within a Marble Frame Whose Paralell no Times no Climates claime VErses fraile Records are to keep a Name Or raise from Dust Men to a Life of Fame The sport and spoyle of Ignorance but far More fraile the Frames of Touch and Marble are Which envy Avarice Time e're long confound Or mis-devotion equalls with the Ground Vertue alone doth last frees man from Death And though despis'd and scorned here beneath Stands grav'n in Angels Diamantine Roles And blazed in the Courts above the Poles Thou wast faire Vertues Temple they did dwell And live ador'd in thee nought did excell But what thou either didst possesse or love The Oraces Darling and the maids of Jove Courted by Fame for Bounties which the Heaven Gave thee in great which if in Parcels given Too many such we happy sure might call How happy then wast thou who enjoyedst them all A whiter Soule ne're body did invest And now sequestred cannot be but blest Inroâ—â—'d in Glory ' midst those Hierarchies Of that immortall People of the Skies Bright Saints and Angels there from cares made free Nought doth becloud thy soveraign Good from Thee Thou smil'st at Earths Confusions and Jars And how for Centaures Children we wage wars Like honey Flies whose rage whole swarmes consumes Till Dâ—st thrown on them makes them vaile their plumes Thy friends to thee a Monument would raise And â—imne thy Vertues but dull griefe thy Praise Breakes in the Entrance and our Taske proves vaine What duty writes that woe blotâ— out againe Yet Love a Pyramid of Sighs thee reares And doth embaulme thee with Fare-wells and Teares Rose THough Marble Porphyry and mourning Touch May praise these spoiles yet can they not too much For Beauty last and this Stone doth close Once Earths Delight Heavens care a purest Rose And Reader shouldst thou but let fall a Teare Upon it other flow'rs shall here appeare Sad Violets and Hyacinths which grow With markes of griefe a publike losse to show II. Relenting Eye which dâ—ignest to this Stone To lend a look behold here he laid one The Living and the Dead interr'd for Dead The Turtle in its Mate is and she fled From Earth her choos'd this Place of Griefe To bound Thoughts a small and sad Reliefe His is this Monument for hers no Art Could frame a Pyramide rais'd of his Heart III. Instead of Epitaphs and airy praise This Monument a Lady chaste did raise To her Lords living fame and after Death Her Body doth unto this Place bequeath To rest with his till Gods shrill Trumpet sound Though time her Life no time her loâ—â— could bound To Sir W. A. THough I have twice been at the Doores of Death And twice found shut those Gates which ever mourn This but a Lightning is Truce ta'ne to Breath For late borne sorrows augure fleet return Amidst thy sacred Cares and Courtly Toyles Alexis when thou shalt heare wandring Fame Tell Death hath triumph'd o're my mortall Spoyles And that on Earth I am but a sad Name If thou e're held me deare by all our Love By all that Blisse those Joyes Heaven here us gave I conjure thee and by the Maids of Jove To grave this short remembrance on my Grave Here Damon lies whose Songs did sometime grace The murmuring Esk may Roses shade the place FINIS