workes will last 't was She that Power did give To some men longer than those Pyles to live And if that I finde grace with her to grow In favour shee shall doe much more for you Yours More than mine own ROBERT BARON TVCHESPHAIRA OR FORTUNES TENNIS BALL 1. GReat CESAR'S Barne Romes life and Granary That so august so great so fertile Isle Where th' kicking Monster on his back doth lie Spitting forth flames through the Aetnean pile Whose smothering smoke sparkles at random driven Do seem to lend new clouds and Starres to Heaven 2. THEREVTVS rul'd A far worse man than King A Zealous Vot'ry of DIANA'S borne His shrill voice made each Quire of Eccho's ring His onely musicke was the Hunting Horne And game to see his flapmouth'd kennell follow The chase and yelping keep time with his hollow 3 Neere to Palermo was a flowrie valley Levell'd and trim'd by sweating Mowers hand Some Rivolets slide swift some slowly dally With the even bosome of the sluced Land There Nature wanton was and the high way Did seeme inclosed though it open lay 4. Pastures in FLORA'S tapst'rie clad were gay With golden eares to pay the Ploughmans fees Each field shon bright the scaly Nations play In flowing cristall fring'd with wavering trees As if Industry joynd with Art so nice To represent or excell Paradise 5. But to what end if man was banish'd thence Was this Elizian Palace of delight What though the West hath gems th' East Frankincense If this feasts not our smell nor those our sight What ere is faire or good was made for use And the not use of things is things abuse 6. No wight durst tread that in-vaine pleasant soyle For the adjoyning Thicket and curl'd Grove Shelter'd a Boar AMYNTAS hopes did spoile Like him that toar from Love-sick Love her Love This fate Woods mutter he deserv'd hunting there When VENVS would be 's Parke if he her Deere 7. His jawes with double sword his back was arm'd With a set Battaile of Pikes sharpe and brisly His crooked tushes slew not lightly harm'd What ere he kist with 's Urchin snout so grisly His foam besnow'd the trampled corn the fair Meads he plough'd up his fume inflam'd the aire 8. The Rosie-finger'd Morn did there disclose Her beauty ruddy as a blushing Bride Gilding the Marygold painting the Rose With Indian Chrysolites her cheekes were dy'd But when this Monster rouz'd him in the vale Feare chas'd her blush and frighted Day look't pale 9. The Sun durst not see him devoure his Prey But peeping through the leaves of Poplars green They shak'd and trembling streames did run away Groaning and crowding strove to passe unseen Birds Beasts yea buzzing Flies petition'd Nature To stop his breath or change his ugly feature 10. This prodigy of Nature and the Wood The fields Mower the Mowers terror water'd Parch'd droughty Pastures with a crimson floud Then made them white with bones of bodies slaughter'd Hardie THEREVTVS long'd to see this Beast Fierce as himselfe come smoaking to a feast 11. His Hounds by fast made eager of the Prey His Javelin whetted sharpe as Crocea Mors Clad all in green as he were Son of May He mounts his well-breath'd wind-out-running Horse Now like the God that beares the silver Bow Encountring with huge Python did he show 12. Ere village Cocks the Labourers shrill Alarms Had thrice done Salutation to the morne He rouzed Eccho from NARCISSUS armes Instead of CHAUNTICLEER his earely Horn Call'd PHOSPHORVS into the milkie way And Nights faint shades flew fore his conquering Ray. 13. AURORA blushed to be found in Bed The Greenes with Roseall dew did wash their face ' Gainst SOL's uprise the Howers opened Heavens folding gates through which with awfull pace Bright TITAN issued cloath'd in Tissue gay Attended by his spangled Page the Day 14. The Aire 's all noise the hot-sent-snuffing Hounds Awak'd the Terrour with their challenging knell In swelling rage the innocent Earth he wounds And like three-headed Porter Swisse of Hell Rush'd forth resolv'd to breake his fast on them That durst presume so neer his Den to come 15. As fell MEDUSA covetous of slaughter Did drive the waves before his mighty breast Shaking his eares above the troubled water Disgorging new seas from his monstrous chest Extending yawning Jawes so shew'd this Swine Fiend-like as he fierce as the angry Brine 16. As cowards vaunt ere wreath'd brasse bids the Base Bragging they 'l shoostrings make of guts of foes But when MARS seizeth for Deaths use the place And all whom courage rescues not and blowes Then Palsie feare supprize their joynts which fright Doth knock together and make another fight 17. So th' mungrill currs erst bold as to defie The unseen Monster so rash is rage now stand Afraid to view him with halfe open eye Gazing like Armies in the Netherland Finding their balefull foe so grim and curst They all strain court ' sie which should cope him first 18. When Trumpets loud Tantarra to the fight Blowes make bruiz'd Armours Eccho to the noise So th' Horne into these Dogges infus'd new sp'rit Their mouthes they spend and are become all voyce The airy Queen sounds child each yell replies As if another chase were in the skies 19. The merry Horne fill'd with couragious breath Proclamed Parley to the woods grim wonder He stoutly scorn'd the summons of his Death And mockt their challenges with his mouthes thunder The busie flies he snarl'd at and did chase His owne foule shadow on earths wrinkled face 20. The Boare his Tuske in many a Dog did sheath Their goar his foam like blood with milke bespread Whilst them he toss'd now over now beneath His fangs and head bepainted all with red His frothy mouth The Hounds are at a Bay The eager cry still ' i th' same place doth stay 21. Howling with anguish here 's a brace of Hounds There lay two other dew-bedabbled wretches Kennel'd in Brakes licking their venom'd wounds Shaking their eares tatter'd and torne with scratches Their stiffe tailes ' gainst the grasse they clap and beat And lard the thirsty ground with blood and sweat 22. When th' Huntsmans voice spoke Terror to the Boar Terror the Parasite Eccho said like him When th' churlish Swine Death to the Dogs did roare Death said the flatterer like the beast so grim As Apes do postures she mock'd every cry Thus newters doe with either side comply 23. The blunt Boar scorning to be kept in mew To ly besieg'd by snarling Curs too proud Like the Lernean Snake he rouzing shew And rush'd through the-in-vaine opposing croud Swift as a Roe up to the Hills he flew The hot-spur'd Hunters with full cry pursue 24. By this the Fountaine of Light low did run Inchanting Philomel chanted her Vesper The silver erst now golden setting Sun Trebled each shade the Owle peep'd out with Hesper Green TETHYS from her sweaty bed thrust Night Expecting there her far more fair delight 25. All on a sudden Darkeness
So smil'd the daies from Chaos first when sprung As now then did the loughing Oxe repair Not to warm stalls but open Fields among The Woods herds dwelt and chattering Birds the air Fill'd with their Song then Natures frame t' uphold Heaven temper'd this sweet mean nor hot nor cold 181. This serene season seemed to beseech The sweet ROSELLA Earths and Heavens Pride Net only one poor chamber to enrich And so impoverish ev'ry place beside But to walk forth and with her smiles to bring An early Summer on the forward Spring 182. The Grasse did court her soft tread and then wept For Griefe that she so soon off it was gon And perfum'd teares upon her small foot left The Flowers that did require no other Sun As she approacht did start from their soft Beds And for a sight of Her steal out their Heads 183. Here in an odorous Bower rich in shade She took a seat whereon a Primrose grew FLORA'S first Daughter Ah! she sighing said How like me in my loving state art thou Blubber'd with dew thou standst and in mine eares To whisper seem'st Loves sweets are washt with teares 184. How yellow green and sick thy leaves appear Like ripening Girles that junket on Loam walls Or Feast on chalk and coals to Earth how neer Thy weak stalk bends yet neither breaks nor falls These to the nimble fancy do discover The doubts and fear-shaken hopes are in a Lover 185. Whilst here she sate one the embroidered ground Musing on her new Love her busie head With thoughts was crowded Now reason would have found No cause to Love because no hope to speed Then Love crost that when from a Grot hard by Her shady couch she heard this melody Song 1. Of all dread Monarchs falls I wonder lest At thine CYRVS of Persia The Son may fall and 's Plumes adorn thy crest But thou must be the Mothers prey With men to fight that Sex hath ods That triumphs both o'r Men and Gods 2. In Peace their arrowes sâ—ay yet draw no blood In war they win when lose the Day Though Captives on their Conqu'rers necks they tread And the fierce Victor make their prey Strong Sex who from your chaine is free That though he foyles ye bound must be 186. The Eccho of the Grot much added to The voyce and words but for this cause it was Sweet musick in ROSELLA'S eare she knew By th' Tone it came from her dear ULORVS Whom thus known though unseen in his own strain She answered and he repli'd again ROSELLA 3. No no the Yoak must ever gall our neeks Our harsh Fates made us to obey In childhood we observe our Parents becks Then men doe steale our hearts away Wretched as weak our Sex is grown Whose Wills and Hearts are ne'r our own VLORUS 4. How wretched 's he whose fortune lower lies Than his Love will bow unto 't JOVES royall Bird preys not on silly Flies Shrubs wither at the Cedars root Fond ICARVS rather then die tame With secret griefe than open shame ROSELLA 5. How fond is he his sword away will throw Ere victory to his foe flies The highest Sun doth daign to shine below Palmes supprest doth higher rise Then live or let thy fall b fair By brave attempts not base Despaire 187. When her sweet Grace this word of comfort gave To her sad Servant now so nigh Despair She modest blusht he smil'd and seem'd to have New sp'rit infus'd to him by her kind air Resolv'd at last his doubtfull prize to try And by her favour live or frowning die 188. She his approaches met as the ccole stream Doth bathing Virgins when they first uncase And come nigh the coy Nymph to stop them seem But enter'd she their limbs kisse and embrace Now nothings wanting but the Churches rites To fill with joy their daies with sport their nights 189. Th' Youth to the foresaid Bower would oft resort To kisse the leaves his Mistris sate among There one day musing of his future sport He in an extasie this Rapture sung Think not this Humors madnesse wise men say All great wits have of Madnesse some allay A Rapture 1. COme Fairest through the fleeting skie Le ts cut a way with nimble pace On CVPIDS pointed wings le ts flie To Paradise which is my place Where I may banquet on thy face 2. Hark! the Springs Quiristers conspire With aires might make an Hermit dote T' invite us to their leavy Quire And PHILOMELA'S well-strung throat Is tun'd with an alluring note 3. The flowrie Floore's embelished With CLORIS'S painted Tapsterie By Nymphs at Loves command here spred Who meant that these should be for thee A downy Bed and thou for me 4. No spies shall lurk here to reveale To eares that itch with jealousie The houres of Pleasure we two steale Great JOVE knew no such Liberty When he imbrac'd bright DANAE 5. Being set le ts sport a while my Deare I will look Babies in thine eye Which shall i' th' shade make sun-shine cleer And Love knots in thy locks I 'l tie Wherein my Heart doth fetter'd lie 6. I 'l turne Loves Bee and feast a while On either Rose which kindly do Unite in thy fair cheek whose smile Might make a Cynick love thee too And tempt him from his Tub to woo 7. I will bedew with fervent kisses The fresh ADONIS on thy lip That balmy Theater of blisses Chorus of kisses there shall skip And in unnumbred Galliards trip 8. The Violets of thy veines I 'l tast That in blew archt Meanders lay Thence to the vale of Lillies hast In whose smooth allyes I will stray And 'mong their Mazes lose my way 9. Next downwards I 'l my way devoure To Loves sweet-bramble bush I 'l fly And cull from evry spicy flower Fresh bag 's of hony till that I Have swell'd therwith my laden thigh 10. Then to thy hive my Load of Balme I 'l bring where as in thought before Halfe smothered in a sweaty Qualme I will unlade my plenteous store And roam about thy fields for more 190. Now 'gan their Hymeneal's to approach The time 's set TITAN oft the Youth did say Oftner the Maid Lash on thy lazy Coach How thick thy cri'd kind PHOSPHORVS bring the day It came at last though their desires thought late Then these Doves coupled in this Masque-like State 191. Bright Juga JVNO'S Orgies are begun Above her Altar in a Saphire Cloud Her airy Majesty displaid her Throne Supported by two Peacocks gay and proud The charming spirits of the air did beat Their sacred concords 'bout her Starry seat 192. With a white Diadem her brow was crown'd From whence a swelling veile descended flying Whose upper end a silken Fascia boun'd Of severall hues the many dies implying The various mutations of the skie Of causing these she having th' faculty 193. The wealthiest Gems in NEPTVNES cabinet Shon on her Fascia in the top high With Roses blooming as her cheek and set With Pestan
helpe to forgo To joyn their forces were t' augment their foe 115. For Deaths use seized are all naked streets Which who so dares adventure to passe by A presse of thronged Funeralls he meets And People that their lofty Mansions fly Daring to dying sheds their lives commit Which each blast shakes into a Palsie fit 116. Each carkase of a Grange hath Guests some hide In vacant Windmills some in tented Boat On watry floores rock'd by the tumbling tide With their sick houshould at dead Anchor flote Yea who no tilt could hope but open skies Dare home forsake so Sicil Sicil flies 117. Palermo differ'd from Palermo so As doth a Tree which erst did blow and bear But naked in December stands like to A Skelleton ratling its bones all bare Such solitude as this i' th' waxen Town Appeares when th' winged hony Host is flown 118. As prudent mice from salling roofes make hast And thence to sounder walls for shelter flee So from sick Sicilie her brood flock't fast To neighbouring Isles as Caene and Strongile Now with like luck as when two Suns appeare ' tk'clouded skie two Sicilies there were 119. THEREVTVS selfe from 's royall place retir'd To 's Tusculanium in the Countrey Not built to envious show but health desir'd And to th' adjacent Islles Aeoliae Where Aeolus his Throne of old was seen He sent his onely Daughter and great Queen 120. The Queen HYMETTA whose each part a story Of Beauty was ' oove wonder far renown'd Of her fair fex she the faire Crown and Glory Who yet all these stiaines in her vertues drown'd But her chiefe Elogie to veile all other Is this she was thâ—â—are ROSELLA'S Mother 121. SOSELLA without whom the Court was dark Fresh morn her handmaid was and Roses strew About Loves Hemisphere each heavenly spark Wheg she arose ecclipz'd and sad withdrew For shame to be out-shin'd by her bright eyes Who more than they the Earth did gild the skies 122. Old JVNO seeing a new let her plumes fall The Graces wondred at themselves to see They'd fram'd a Grace that far surpast them all And had exhausted quite their Treasury To shame themselves by one on whose each part Fame might spend all her voice Verse all her Art 123. She was of Goddesses a Rapsodie Boasting AVRORA'S rosie fingers small SATVRNIA'S stately front PALLAS grey eye VENVS her dimpled chin and Beauties All. Of CERES Daughter the life-wasting wast And Gorgons curled hair before it hist 124. She was the onely Loadstone of all Eyes She was the onely Touchstone of all Hearts The Whetstone of all braines and Phantasies Making each Freshman Master in Loves Arts. She chew'd with Studs of Pearle with Rubies kist She look'd with diamonds rescuing Day from Mist 125. This Saint and Angell both did harbour give To as much winning beauty as could die And to more heavenly vertues than doe live Which in her blest Urne I 'l let quiet lie Lest all to whom such Miracles are told Or turne Idolaters or think her old 126. A VENVS and DIANA mixt in one She was whose wit was even in greenest yeers Flowing as Nectar ripe as Autumn showne And crown'd with graces envy'd by white haires Which who can tell and yet who cannot tell Well may I praise her but not praise her well 127. To do it meanely were no lesse disgrace Than a course garment to a Princely Dame Or homely painting to a lovely face Or a brasse setting to a precious Gemme Think not weak Muse by thy low Song to raise her T is praise enough that none enough can praise her 128. Here of this wonder of nice Natures sweat Taking my Leave I am for Sicilie Imbark'd from whence PHOEBVS withdrew his heat And fled as he too fear'd the Malady Winter the Isle shut up in icie bars As close as sicknesse did the Islanders 129. With the years heat Plagues nurse the Plague outwore The mortall Angell sheath'd his Sword the street Put off its mossie mantle and once more Began a new acquaintance with mens feet Still Piles are built and blaze still Bells loud call But for devotion more than Buriall 130. All aske what frends Heavens Besom swept away And who is left All gape for fresher air And like Stags snuffing 'bout the Fields they stray So Fishes stifled with long ice repair Unto the hole when as the Leatherine Hine With Axes break the frost to water kine 131. Now men with health as Swallowes with the Spring Again to their dear Mothers Bosome run Once more Palermo the desired King Blest with his Presence shewing like the Sun Scattering th' Egyptians long loath'd Night away Or out black Chaos striking Christall Day 132. He seeing admired VLORVS become The tenth Sphere of the Court drawing all after him And daily triumphing ore the Hearts of some Griev'd that the fatall Angell spar'd to slaughter him He sate in Councell with his thoughts at strife How to remove his fear the youngmans life 133. His busie braine was like an Howerglasse Wherein Imaginations like sands ran Filling up hasty time but then Alas Were turn'd and turn'd and ended as began So that he knew not what to stay upon And lesse to Crown with execution 134. To thrust him out of life sans processe were To blot himselfe out of the Rolls of Fame To send him to the wars in hope that there Quick death might find him were t' augment his Fame A Hero lockt in brasse will force all breath To chant his Trophees brave or braver Death 135. Taking the wisest counsell of his brain At last Invention prompted a course to him For which he hug'd his wit and cruel veine And this was mask'd in friendship to undo him Malice in Love disguiz'd was in all time Most safe and common held yet is 't a crime 136. So poysonous Snakes in Roses ly in wait And lurke in honny-dropping Grasse to sting So the Hyenna murders by deceit So from the Rocks th' alluring Syrens sing And call down the high notes of the sweet Spherse Before they prey to fill the wretches eares 137. The Senat of his thoughts decreed to send The Young Man to the Queen t' Aeoliae With secret Letters feigning as a Friend The honouring of him with the Embassie Which was that as soon as he should await her She privily execute him for a Traytor 138. To paper he this Mandate did commit And with his Seal enjoyn'd it secrecy Then charg'd his Favorit ULORVS with it Unto his Queen on hasts spred wings to flie From DAVID so to JOAB once before URIAH his one fatall sentence bore 139. The Favourite proud of the employment rode Attended with no long yet trusty train To the next Port his vent'rous foot there trod Upon the rude throat of the scalding Main FAVONIVS and THETIS mixt in one To blesse him with kind Transfretation 140. About the Noon of Night he reach't the shore And took up's quarters in a common Inne Where partly ' cause for manners sake
Lillies which her milk did die That from her brest dropt when JOVE thence did pluck Her Privignus laid there by stealth to suck 194. A Royall Scepter in her right hand shon Her left a Timbrell held her golden feet A Lyons shaggie hide trampled upon Thus in her Argive Temple did she set As ' t' were insulting o'r her Lords two scapes The Monster-Master and the God of Grapes 195. The Region of Fier in an even Circle was ever whirling 'bove her seen JOVE standing in the top figuring the Heaven Brandishing flaming Bolts as if he 'd been To charge the Gyant Host IRIS below Her Saphrie Throne bent her enammel'd Bow 196. Eight Ladies 'bout her Altar measur'd paces Enstil'd her Powers or her faculties Veil'd lest all mortals with their dazling graces Should as th' armed Boy did lose their eyes All these some Surname bore given properly TO JVNO for some nuptiall mystery 197. The first was CVRIS nam'd from th' Sabine Sphere That Hasta Coelibaris that had stuck In the slain Gladiator the Brides hair With this she did divide and keem and deck To tell her as in him that fast did ' bide So close must she unto her male be ty'd 198. Or it portended valiant men to come Out of her loynes or else this badg of sway Denoted her subjection to her Groom Or rather it might be in memory Of their first Marriages by force contracted With them that came but to see Psaies yet acted 199. Next UNXIA with her wollen Fillets stood The Posts and Columnes of th' Houset ' adorn And to annoint with hollow'd Oyles approv'd And fat of Wolves and Beares mixt in a Horn E'r the Bride enters to expell thereby All frights and evills from the Family 200. The third was JVGA that soul-mingling grace In silken Yoak the loving Pair that bind Ready to Vnion to sacrifice Two hearts melted and mixt into one mind Thus as two Maids of different sex made one And to that state restor'd that first was known 201. The fourth takes care that they remaine so still GAMELIA that behind the Altar throws The Gall no strife is left no stubborn will But Peace and Love and Faith betwixt them growes Such was the golden Chain let down from Heaven Of Linkes consisting thus well joyn'd and even 202. The fift and sixt were ITERDVCA and Her sister DOMIDVCA these are they That were the Brides fair footsteps to attend When to her Spouses house she took her way The seventh was CINXIA that defends the Maid Quit of her Zone whilst in that state she staid 203. The last was TELIA she that crowneth all That brings the gratefull hower and excites Lovers to reap the fruit of their long thrall Embracements kisses and those short delights And melting toyes chast Love allowes the same That gives Perfection and a womans name 204. The Altar drest first to it did approach The Quinque Corei attir'd in white These were five Pages bearing each a Torch Of Virgin Wax their number in the rites Imply'd Perfection seeing five is The number whence sweet Union claimes her Blisse 205. The Bridgroome behind these with Myrtle crown'd Walk'd like Loves Champion ready for the Lists With longing looks His hair was short and bound With party-colour'd Ribbands and Gold twists Her garments hues the whitest Lillies stain'd And ruddy'st Roses that e'r XEVXIS feign'd 206. In Saffron-colour'd robes next HYMEN came His under vestures white his Socks were Gold His head with Roses crown'd and Marjoram A Torch of Pine Tree his right hand did hold His left a blushing veile to signifie The bedded Virgins bashfull modesty 207. Then came Camillus a young youth in white Bearing a Torch of white and blooming Thorn To fright all malice with the ominous light In sign too of Increase this Tead was born Next came a Rock and Spindle nothing good These shew gives check unto the highest bloud 208. 'Twixt them the Lovely Bride was led Her Head A Rosâ—e Crown had like a Turret made Her loosly flowing hair with grey was shed To shew she enter'd to a Matrons state Wherfore a Weathers Snowie fleece was worn At her back that she might not labour scorn 209. Her robe so white was nothing else durst vie With it but her pure skin Bout her small wast In many many folds and contrary Circles her Virgin Zone of Wool was cast Yet met in one Herculean that binds To intimate so should all married minds 210. With fire and water th' Auspices came next To shew that as each Birth is helpt to life By female moisture with male Heat well mixt So for their likenesse sake joyn Man and Wife Last the Musicians came with Rosebuds crown'd Strayning their Organs high this air to sound Song VIrgins Imprison your liberall flowing hair In Ribbands white Bright Vnions Altar and her rites prepare Her clâ—er Pines light And Io sing then dew your eyes ' Cause you are not the Sacrifice 211. Now leave yee JVNO'S Orgies to begin The Gods whose nights outshines his daies so far Th' Idalian Star that so long wisht hath been Now gives Alarum to the peacefull War And chides you for dalaying rites behind That have though lesse of state yet more of kind 212. See! Mirtles trim your way See Roses there Flow in whole showers and Violets seem to grow I' th' Chamber as if VENVS Mead it were Where you shall revell in Loves Sphere and know Nor fear nor change exalted far above Even hope and th' Wheel that spins the fates of Love 213. The Zones strong knots the Gallant has unti'd And 's ready other pretty difficulties T' encounter Matrons sage have plac'd his Bride Whilst he then out his cloathes like lightning flies And shoots himself into her Bosome notes Wee 'l borrow of the Spheres to tune these votes Epithalamium TO Bed Yee two in one united go Passe Doves in billing Mix ye and struggle till your marrow flow Embrace more willing Than th' Loving Palmes great Vnions wonder That ne'r bore any fruit asunder Be young to either when Winter and grey haires Your heads shall climbe May your affections like the merry Spheres Still move in Time And may with many a good Presage Your Marriage prove your Merry Age. 214. Next Day when the fair Bride might boast a name More noble and ' rose perfect as her Mother All sorts joyn'd hands to celebrate her fame And grace the Pomp with some device or other Songs lull'd the Aier and the battering feet Of tilting Steeds dull Earth to motion beat 215. The honest Swaines whose Rustick paines and Love The noblest Princes are too high to scorne Joyn'd in a Pastorall both their mirth to move And shew what dutious minds by them were born To name no more there WILLIE to his mate The last daies Pomp thus bluntly did relate A BALLADE Vpon the Wedding 1. I Tell thee Jack as I sought out A stragling Lambe which straid about The Hony-suckled Plaine Mine eyes met such brave things i' th'
other Sonnet To ELIZA upon May day morning 1649. 1. See! Fairest Virgins gather dew Wing'd Heralds blaze on every bough May's come if you say so t is true For thus your Power 's 'bove his that seasons sway He brings the Moneth but you must make it May. Arise Arise Bright eyes And silver over Beauties skies You set Noon's Night you up each Day Turns jolly May. 2. Now Venus hatches her young Doves This fruitfull Moneth's proper for Loves Though Aprill sayes like her it moves Full of sad change but you may chase away All showres with smiles and make all our days May. Arise Arise c. 3. All but you Love though all love you The Birds their song each morn renew Even Earth has dond her gaudy hue Since all things else are blith let your kind Ray Do more than Sol's and make in me too May. Arise Arise c. 4. May this Moneth last when bald Time shall Climb your fair Hill of Youth may all His steps be slip'rie and he back fall To Beauties Spring that your cheek may alway That lustre weare that now adorneth May. Arise Arise Bright eyes And silver over Beauties skies c. Song A Dialogue 'twixt Passion and Reason P. VVHy doth her smiling eye shoot Rayes Able to gild a Captives Dayes Which kindle in my Soul Desire R. ' Cause Love that dwels there is a fire P. But why is tender Pitty bar'd Out of her Heart that 's frozen hard And cold as ycie Scythia R. ' Cause Love 's a Nymph born o' the Sea And like her wavering Dame to be Is faithlesse as the Moon or Shee Chorus Love is cold and yet a fire T is a hot cold fiction A pleasant Affliction A fond Desire That puzzles Reason with a meer contradiction To ELIZA with my Cyprian Academy Lady NOw hath the Youthfull Spring unbound The Icie fetters of the Ground And ransom'd Flora from beneath The frosty Prison of the Earth Fresh cloaths of State she spreads upon The Downes in hope you 'd walke thereon And many fair flowers she doth create Your fair cheeks to imitate Then borrowes perfumes for her Birth From the Spicery of your Breath Shall I more barren than the thick Element be no I 'm more quick When she but leaves see fruits I bring Though scarce I fear well rellishing Their only excuse is they be Early in the yeers Infancy Even tender Weeds 'mong Sallads passe And young things claime to prettinesse These clusters if yet sowre of tast As being somewhat too soon Prest â—nd nipt with many an envious blast â—hus still may hope maturity â—rom the kind sunshine of your eye â—aign but to gild them with one Ray And evry sprig shall turn a Bay Green as that coy one And I 'l dare â—o swear they 're good when yours they are â—n you and shrines Divinity dwells That hallowes all your utensills So I may hope too your sweet Power Might make even me good were I Your R. B. Vpon a Black patch on ELIZA'S cheek cut in the form of an Heart VVHat 's this that holds that happy place Her Cheek and to requite such grace â—erves for a foyle unto her face â—uch Mole the Queen hot Hearts obay â—uch Spots she beares that makes Night Day â—uch Thone of Love wore Helena At distance like a Cloud it showes I' th' Skie when Morn doth first disclose Or like a Fly upon a Rose Near t is an Heart which being so nigh The Torrid Zone of her bright eye Is scorch'd into the Negro's die I guest it some poor Heart which late Died th' Martyr of her Love and Hate Now Mourner turn'd for its sad fate And for Reward of Loyalty Made by some pittying Destinie A mourning Star in Beauties skie Strait on my Breast my Hand was thrown From whence I found my Heart was flown And thought to claime this for mine own But mine flames bright like Juniper A Turtle Sacrifice to her Not turn'd a coal by black Despair Yet lively this doth Typifie My State me thought if January Should keep her Heart as Iune her eye But since my Heart will be her Guest May it not be shut out but rest For ay i' th' Paradise of her Breast Song The Rose 1. FFrom Eliza's Breast That sweet Nest Where my heart and Cupid rest I took a Rose-bud which flew thither For shelter from the droughty weather 2. Whilst a Place it held In that field Of Lillies with Violet Mazes rill'd It gathered all its sweetnesse there And smells not of it selfe but Her 3. I thought to kisse the Stalk but see It angry raiz'd it's fangs at me And prickt my lips in poor revenge For making it its sweet bed change 4. Whilst it therein laid In its shade Thousand Cupids frisk'd and plai'd With Fairy Graces thither come To prove her Breast Elizium 5. Whence had it this die Did the skie Lend it her Ruby Livery No No it only blusht to see Her cheeks excell its gallantry 6. See! so to be sham'd And be tane From her bosom the poor wan Languishing floure its leaves hath spred For Griefe and lies griefes Martyr dead 7. In it yet doth lie Fragrancy Thus must choycest Beauties die But as this after death shall be Still od'rous in their memory The Temper 1. CEase me with Ardour to infest Fierce Leo and Heavens burning stone Th' Idalian fire hath made my Breast Loves Africk Cupids Torrid Zone Or Aetna which doth feed such great Flames as I need no other Heat 2. Invested in thine icye tire Come hoary Hyems to my reliefe But yet I fear before my fire Thou l't drop away or else for Griefe Dissolve to briny tears to see My feaver and drown thy selfe and me 3. If Poison Poison can allay Sol fires extinguish with his beams Come Titan with thy scalding Ray Look out my flame If by th' extremes I chance to get a Calenture That 's cool to what I now endure 4. Cease Winter crown'd with Cristall ice To frigidate my Eliza. Her Heart 's the Court of Dian nice Who makes it Greenland Scythia Or Caucasus the frozen Station Of cold which needs no Augmention 5. She 's white enough and well may spare Thine ashie fleece a foyle to her Which when it sees it self so far Excell'd dissolves into a tear For spight it s not so fair as she It turnes durt foule as others be 6. Come Phaebus arm'd with scorching beams Besiege her with Iunes heat But I Fear e'r shee 'l thaw to amorous streames Thy selfe wilt freeze or from her eye The Cittadell o' th' God of Love Thou it be shot and my Rivall prove 7. If Snow can keep the Saplings warm If Wells be hottest in December Winter thy selfe with Ice go arme And come beleager evry member Till she yeelds Dian shall be sent Into perpetuall Banishment 8. When thou hast chas'd her from her hold And art possest thy selfe of it If by thy over-chilly cold She chance an Ague for to get
She shall extract from me such Cyprian heat As'l cast us both into a panting sweat The Lovers Sun 1. LEt age-dry'd Aeson Sacrifice To Sol and he whose weather-wise Autumnine joynts at evry blast Of Bore as keener Breath are cast Into a Palsie and do find As much adoe to stand i' th' wind And frost as the thatcht shud which he Erected in 's Minority And let Amyntas and the Swaine Whose Soule is corn and Hope the gain That the kindly-ripning Springs And Golden-headed Harvest brings Evry Yeer An Altar rear To the gay Planet of the East And with a fatted Horse him feast 2. Think not Loves tell-tale foe to see These Superstitious rites from me For I acknowledge unto you No Orgies or Allegiance due T is not thy Atom-thronged Beam Creates the Day in my esteem But bright ELIZA'S eyes which are Than thee more radiant by far Compar'd with them thou seem'st to me Like Bristow stones compar'd with thee Nor is 't thy abscence flaming stone That makes my christall day-light gone But when dear she Frownes upon me And shuts her eyes Oh then am I Involv'd in Tenebrosity 3. I owe not to thy sparkling Ray The benefit of Night or Day Did she ever smile thy light would be Just as uselesse unto me As is thy bicorn'd Sister Moon When sometimes she peeps out at Noon When my Saint shuts those heavenly lids Whose wink each daring thought forbids I hate to see thy glaring Light And love my melancholy Night I wish thy race were shorter yet For when my Souls fair Sun be set My heape of clay Needeth no Day Besides thou want'st enough of Light To make it day when she makes Night So smiles or frownes she me upon I either slight or wish thee gon 4. Nor owe I unto thee but Her All the foure Seasons of the yeer When Hyems hath benum'd the World And such a cold about it hurld As thou thy selfe hadst need to shine Wrapt in an Irish Gausopine If I obtaine a Glance of Her Or if her Name but strikes mine eare I am with a strange heat possest A Lightning's darted through my Breast And in my glowing Soul Desire Hath kindled such a Vestall fire As Trent and Thames With all their streames Shall ne'r quench but for aye shall burne And warm mine ashes in mine Urne 5. When thy fierce heat Olympick coal Hath crack'd and thaw'd the Icye Pole And thou hast wrought thy toylsom track Up to the losty Lyons back And thereon rid'st environed With beames ejected from thine Head That rive the ground and singe the Grasse And tan the jolly Shepherd esse The Oxe now grazes not but lies Tormented by the stinging Flies Or runs to find a cooler Bower I 'l slight thy Tyrannizing Power I 'l not in vain Wish frost againe But shroud me from that flame of thine In her sweet Grove of Eglantine 6. Neither canst thou for all thy heat Two Seasons at one time create But all succeed by turns In her All fower at one Time appeare The Spring perfum'd with fragrancy I' th' Violets of her veines I spie To evidence t is Summer Time Her Lips bear Cherries in their prime Wish I Autum Lo all the Year On her Cheek hangs a Katherine Pear And Apples on her Breast be set By Nature fairer far than that Which tempted Eve T' eat without leave If I desire a Winters Day Warm Snow upon her hands doth lay But Ah! which most I grieve to tell He also in her Heart doth dwell Vpon a black patch on ELIZA'S Breast cut in the form of a Dart. SUre Cupid thou hast lost thine Art See how neer yet in vain thy Dart Flew to my dearest dearest's Heart What triumphs can such Archery claim Reason would have thought in half this time You might have taken surer aime But Pardon I blaspheme in Jest Yet dread not thy Revenge i' th' least Thou canst not wound me more than th' hast But ' cause I 'de have thee not refuse Againe at her thy Bow to use I 'l cog and frame thee this excuse You gaz'd so long her eyes upon Far brighter than thy Psyche's own Or Heavens illustrating stone As dazled with the wondrous flame Alas you lost your levell'd aime And with halfe strength thine Arrow came Which losing th' point did side-waies fall And on her Breast hung like a small Anchor upon a free-stone wall To ELIZA with my Apology for PARIS SEe Sweet the Trojan Prince is come To you t' attend his finall doome His judgement oft hath Judged been And controverted Pro and Con But if you please t' allow it just He 'l henceforth scorne each Criticks gust And from your mouth our Oracle Wee 'l him Loves Minos ever call If my soft Muse you think ran low In blazing Cypria and I show But a pale shadow of her worth Alas t is ' cause I drew it forth Before your eye beames did inspire My fancy with Idalian fire If this I said for th' Queen of Love What had I said if you had strove In your behalfe but fairest then No Argument had needed been The least glance of your conquering eyes Had made the youth lay Beauties prize And 's Heart too at your feet without Which to prefer the smallest doubt And then he had not needed mee To coyne him this Apologie Such choice even Cato had approv'd And Caesar for it had him lov'd For this I 'l prove with smal expence of wit VENVS gat Beauties prize you merit it To ELIZA with a Tulip fashion'd Watch. Lady THis measure of Time accept with serene eye From him whose Love to you shall Time out-vie See! what disguise this spie of Day doth wear A Tulip as the forge its Garden were Indeed heat procreates even Flowers but this A peece of an Egyptian Mysterie is Time by a Flower denotes how suddenly Earths frailer crops bloom flourish fade and die In speciall Beauty that sweet Tulip hasts To waite on Time then use it whilst it lasts When these small clicking orbs you busie hear Panting in their round journey like the Spheres Think so my constant heart doth palpitate Towards you and th' Pulse of my Affections beat Ne'r to stand till shee that each happy thing Envies the peevish sister cuts the string Song The Maiden Blash VVHere hast thou been Aurora bright With Bacchus revelling last Night And now the Clarret thou drank'st there I' th' tincture of thy cheeks appear Or thou art turned Gallant gay And wilt perhaps to Court to Day And for thy more admired grace Hast painted thy enchanting face But Eliza has not revell'ing been Nor meanes to be i' th' Presence seen And yet the same Vermilion Her Rosie-tincted cheek is on Or Morn doth blush to see so far Her selfe excell'd in hue by her Else sure carnation Heaven doth die Her cheeks or they bepaint the skie Doubts Fearesâ— ROuze Erra Pater and erect a Scheme Tell tell me may I hope one cheering beame From my Loves
eye say shall my Joyes become Perfect on this side of Elizium Cast Cast a figure shall I find that place On Earth in a sweet Heaven of her embrace Why should hope flatter me since her fair hands I find so loath to tie those life-long bands But why should she shun Juno's fane or be So adverse to the Genial Deitie Truth on mens tongues she saies doth seldom sit But what they rashly swear they soon forget Shee saies they write in Sand when they take oathes And keep their vowes just as they weare their cloaths Whilst only they be new and fresh i' th' fashion But once grown old like words they speak in Passion They lay them by forgot and their Loves leave With watry eyes to waile the faith they gave To their more watry vowes And then in Pride In scornes Triumphall Chariot will they ride Over their spoyles and tirannously glory How many female Trophees deck their story So quick-eele Theseus of two conquests vapour Poor Ariadne and the Minetaure And leaves Fame in the Labyrinth to tell Of that or himselfe which was beast most fell So did false Jason by his vow-breach prove 'T was gaine he sought for not Medea's Love Thus slippery streames the yielding banks do court Then gliding thence say they but lov'd in sport Thus winds wooe Flowers but having of their smells Rob'd them sly thence perfum'd to other cells Rouse ye infernall Hags yee direfull three From the foule lakes of Nights darke Empery Give me a bunch of Scorpions to lash Lady-deceivers and to teare their flesh With stings more than they did the gentle hearts Of maids they cheated with their Crocodile Arts. Hells curse on the inconstant crew that tooke Loves sacred name their fraud or lust to cloak Vipers to your own kind its long on you Ladies scarce credit us that would be true Rest thee Ixion these deserve to feel The weary service of thy constant wheel May the inconstant Stone disturb your rests And ravenous Vultures banquet on your Breasts And ' cause your flame of Love went out fry there In flames eternall as your shame is here There though not here be constant in your tones But let them be Caligula's musick groanes May heaven invent new Plagues and Poets adde More curses for you to the store we had And may your Ribs in Hell a Grydiron be Whereon your soules may broile eternally But ah I faint I fear my fate is near I feel that colder poyson sad Despair Invade my veines shaking my cot of clay Warning my soul out thus warn'd none can stay Yet may I ere on Earth I quit my room Bespeak a better in Elizium Sweet SVCKLING then the glory of the Bower Wherein I 've wanton'd many a geniall hower Fair Plant whom I have seen Minerva wear An ornament to her well-plaited hair On highest daies remove a little from Thy excellent CAREVV and thou dearest TOM Loves Oracle lay thee a little off Thy flourishing SVCKLING that between you both I may find room then strike when will my fate I 'l proudly hast to such a Princely seat But you have Crownes our Gods chast darling Tree Adorn your Brows with her fresh gallantry Stay I 'l go get a wreath too the Saint I So long ador'd a Willow can't deny I 'l claim it and of that as proud be seen Cause t is her favour and in her hand hath been As you of Lawrell t is as fresh as green Sonnet The Protestation 1. FIrst stones shall races upward run Scots forget craft and Avarice Jewes The Needle its dear North shall shun And Impudence the publique Stewes First supple flattery Nero's Court shall flee E're I cease thee to Love and only Thee 6. If any object to mine eye Seems fair but what in thee is found If my dull ear hears melody Besides thy voice in any sound If my abused taste its art should misse And relish ought besides thy balmy kisse 4. If my false touch should think it hath Felt any thing smooth or soft but thee Or if my smell besides thy Breath Counts ought Perfume or Nard to be May Titians Kites feast on me whilst I see My Rivall joy in and enjoying Thee FINIS POEMS The Author R. B. Gent. LONDON Printed by W. H. for Tho Dring 1650. Vpon Birth and Infancy 1. BIrth is a kind of Resurrection For Man is buried ere he be brought forth Th' membrane that veiles the tender Embrion Is first its winding sheet then swadling cloath Death ushers in mans life so that the wombe Is both his genethliack Inne and Tombe 2. Birth is a kind of Goal delivery A Prisoner ere he knowes what 's to be free Man is Thrice three Moneths doth he cloystered lie In a maturnall Dungeon after he Lives halfe in nights whom Lucine forth dothlet Leaves not his darknesse but exchanges it 3. Gods Commissary Nature doth bestow The inborn Principalls and Physicall Dictates of Reason on him this yee don't know And thus alone he proves he 's rationall He wailes with cries which no salt teares do want The Ignorance of which he 's Ignorant 4. His lives twilight or dawning of the Day In this same wheel or circular is spent He sucks sleeps cries Tria sunt omnia As if he deem'd Death gain Life punishment He 's quiet but sleeping when in jeast he dies But when he wakes and finds he lives he cries 5. He is beholding to though he 's by Birth The Monarch of the whole creation Brute Animalls and hospitable earth Both for his vestments and nutrition Being cloath'd he 's lull'd asleep by his own cry So ere he 'gins to live he learns to die In Principem arma petentem Erit ille mihi semper Deus ANd weares his Highnesse Buffe stir Vulcan stir The coales and forge bolts for Heavens Thunderer To naile his foes to earth with Now assume Celestiall Archer thy sure Bow new plume The Shaft that pierc'd the Python Neptune bear Thy Fork aloft and many maid thy Spear Sern Mars girt on thy sword and shake the Lance Thy knotty Club great Hercules advance Arm Gods and Hero's arm keep watch and ward About his Person and be his Life Guard May evry Sun present him with fresh Bay May he ne'r know what t is to misse o' th' Day May's name like Zisca's Drum his foes affright May their hearts drop into their heeles at 's sight And may our arms pave all the way he treads With peacefull Olives or bold Rebells heads Kind Jove give Fortune eyes for could she see Whom she attends upon it could not be That to what place so e're he would betake him She should so hate her selfe as to forsake him TO That Darling of Virtue his dear Friend JOHN VVROTH Esq I Love thee highly but for what Is 't for thy blood or Births sake no I 'm not so fond to dote on that Which ballanced no weight doth know Nor object to the eye doth bear But only fills the vulgar ear Nor