But â— love you whose beauty still I find But index to the beauty of your mind You are the Pearl that highest value win Being faire without and cordiall within To my Coy and Captious Mistress I Le court my shade no more but flee From it and make it follow me Nor shall the loâ—ty Cedar bough To the base Bramble t is too low I le kneel no more t' ungrateful Thistles Nor listen to each Bird that whistles I have foâ— got you and to day I did make Ortes of better Hay I lov'd thee once but now my scorne Shall triumph over thee forlorne I le wrap my front up in disdain Nor shalt thou it uncloud again No though one careless smile would save Thy cast-of carkass from the grave Thy tears and prayers and looking wan VVere but to wash an Indian Nâ—y wâ—rt thou fair as thou art not Thou shouldst not move my breast one jot Nor would I love thee one half hour Though both the Indies were thy Dower Though all the Saints should bless thy face Thou get'st not henceforth one embrace I hate thine eyes and rather would A Basilisk should me behold To Pulcheria BUt tell me will not Gold move thee Art thou moâ—e hard than Danae VVhaâ— will these pecrless Pearls these Gems These Rubies reacht from Diadenis Advance me no step to thy love I le try if triviall toyes mâ—y move 'T may be this Lilly or that Rose VVin her acceptance more then those Yes much at one alas I should But tempt an Indian with my Gold Her locks are the true golden Flâ—ec Medea shew'd her love in Greece And what from Rubies hope I tush Her lips will make the Ruby blush VVhich if a smile should chance to sever You strait shall see such Pearls as never Nature yet boasted as if she Had only this one Treasurie And as for Gems what sparks can flie So bright as those shot from her eye Lillies alas avail not much Her body is all over such And what 's a Rose since her Cheeks beaâ— A Iuue of Roses all the year LOVE Blind or not blind 1. WHat makes you think that Love is blind Since he dwels in the eye I rather the contrary finde In all my scrutinie For I in love had never been Had not mine eyes the object seen 2. And all the world in this agree Love is a flaming fire If then a fire nay flame it be What need we more desire To prove that Love may have his sight From that which renders all things light 3. Tell mee not that Obfusca was Born blind yet lov'd on trust Admit the fable yet alas It was not love but lust For shee must have it understood Though nothing else hir feeling 's good 4. But you will say where stood his eyes That chose so course a wench As Bab since men meet such a prize On every common bench This will be his retort againe What 's one mans meat 's an others bane 5. Here 's one a horse face courts whose weight Hee knows will come in Gold And so he have the mony straight Let her be crooked old Splay-foot blind beetlebrowd and lame For he ha's that for which he came 6. Turne but your eye and you shall see Anothers finger itch To be embracing such a shee Is neither faire nor rich Ask but his reason and t is this My minde to me a Kingdom is 7. Thus one loves fat an other leane This his meat salt that fresh This a fat Capon that a Hen This man loves fish that flesh Thus all their humours have and now Here 's the good woman kist heâ— Cow 8. Who beares the fault now but the boy The wanton boy forsooth He wish old women use to toy And teach them tricks of youth Thus from our selves we still remove Our dotage to the god of Love 9. Whom falsely fools call progeny Of Vulcan god of fire If it were so then he must be Prodromus to his Sire For out of doubt he LOVE did know Ere he came into Cuckholds row 10. THen let not hollow'd Love bear blame For humane fantasy Love is a pure celestiall flame Heaven and Earths Mercury Diffus'd on Mortals let us hence Accuse the Organ not the influencâ— 11. CAn any yet be so unwise To think Love blind that can Create an Argus hundred eyes To guard a Curtesan VVhom if you see you may espye Enthron'd in every sparkling eye 12. PRay which of you can shoot so right As he whom yee call blind He sticks his Arrows in the white Sure then he eyes must find Should you a Dart at any throw T were but the blind man hit the Crow 13. Yea are surpriz'd with each fair face VVith every dimpled Chin This comly feature that sweet grace Are snares to trap yee in VVhat think yee then not love I wiss But yee are capti oculis A longing Lady to her long-staying Lover TVVice twenty times hath Titan run his course From th' orientall to the VVestern sourse Since last I saw you can one parting kiss Sustain me such an age of night as this How I am rackt in thy unkind delay Come my sweet Phosphor come and bring the day Sorrow and solitude in this small space Have figur'd age on my Hermetick face Go happy Paper be my Mercury And having kist his hand bring it to me That I may be thy Rivall tell him I Must see him soon or in despair I dye And if he come not I shall plainly see He 's out of town or out of love with me A forsaken Lady to her Apostate BUt are those flashes fled those flames quite gon Into the ashes of oblivioâ— VVhere are those Vows these Heaven-attested oaths Seal'd on my lips the pledges of our troaths What all amort all banisht in a trice All our embraces a fools Paradice Then farewell saith and friend next time I find My self affective He embrace the wind A mock song to O stay by mee STay not by me feinds but fly mee For behold I come All in furie to conjure yee To avoid the roome O come not then near mee your haggy looks skear mee But down to your cursed cell for in hell All such sooty sluts dwell 2. Out yee Devills worst of evills What do you make here Such dam'd witches and base bitches I nere saw as yee're O come not then near me your haggy looks skare me But down to your cursed cell for in hell All such sooty sluts dwell 3. Pluto's pusses are the susses That I here behold Drest in tiffanie like Tysiphone Snaky lockt and old O come not then neare mee your haggy looks skar mee But down to your cursed cell For in hell All such sooty sluts dwell 4. Furies fellowes what is hell loose And yee broke out thus In your night-gears like the night mares To meet Incubus O come not then near mee your haggy looks skear me But down to your cursed cell for in hell All such sooty sluts dwell 5. Out upon
the tribe of Gad Running through Bedlam as they had been mad Shufling and shouldring at so strange a rate As if they strove to enter the strait gate VVith that seeing the conflux of the traine I could not choose but mak 't Turne againe Lane And down the stream making my armes my Oares I row'd to Moore fields where I found more whores Gentle and simple then a man could meet Either in Turn ball or in Turn up Street Satting and Silk and Peticoats brocado Marcht like an Amazonian armado Furious as your French troops scarce ere a wench But by her out side shew her inside French Some zealous Gitt'zens shew their wives that even By being Cuckolds they might go heaven It made me laugh to see their sweeping trailes In spite of Barbars puffes powder their trailes O how the leacherous dust did vaught and rise Twixt the crosse Chevernes of their foaming thighs So light were they so given to the Tup VVhat men would not the very winds took up VVith that said I now too too well perceive I Y' are not the tribe of Gad alone But Levi Meane while the trees in such even order grow They seem'd a second Pater noster row They raild in-grasse-plot as a spacious shop Of Summer weeds for Virgins was set ope And many gallants came from out the towne Thither to give their Ladies a green-Gowne Here is great wrastling Boyes and men and all And here and there a woman takes a fall Venter on which you please if men you like Know then they sayle close by the Wind mil strike If you from men to women be departers You shall not faile to meet them in the quarters And therefore if your purpose that way stand Goe see for them when you canâ—t see your hand And to your work my friend t is Country play Not by the belt but felt catch that catch may Be not discourag'd for the duskie night Bee 't nere so dark I le warrant you a light More of Moore-fields if you desire to know Faith I have ta'ne my turne And so must you Vpon the Sickness and recovery of a faire and fairely promised LADY BUt hadst thou Death such hopes alive Thy sute could ever thrive In flatt'ring her T' her Sepulher From her approaching bridall bed Alaâ—lthy hopes are dead Dead as thy selfe Unwelcome elfe But would you faine forestall forsooth The sweets of bloomy youth Your sute is cold And you too bold Suffice it long time henâ—e that thou Bath in her aged snow Couldst thou her send To thy dark bed Her orient Eye would shoot a ray Should make thy midnight day As though the Sun Did thither run And all his rutilous Jewells set In that close Cabinet Then should mourniâ—n See joyes morning Then palest ashes should revive And Death be made alive VVhilst we blind wee If wee would see Must all our light Cymmerian like From flintie bosomes strike But thanks to Heaven Death is bereaven Th' Eclipse is past and beauties light Ha's banisht dead of night See see the love Of heaven above For we have here Gods blessings got And the warme Sun to boot O let us now Low as earth bow And gratefull sacrifices give To him that here said let her live To a Gentleman desiring mee to write a Paper of Verses upon his sitting whilst the Painter was drawing his Picture ANd Poet too must you your figure see In silent and in speaking poesie I could admit this double task in case You had like Ianus too a double face Say is it your desire whilst he does take Your superficiall lineaments I should make Your vertues image Is it this you mean I must like Momus have a Casement then Or feare you men will say you are a creature Narcisus like in love with your own feature And therefore have the Painter to produce A colour And the Poet an excuse Come be advâ—is'd by mee go to your wife He warrant you your Picture to the life Here you compose your countenance And set Whilst't may be shee 's drawing your counterfeit Come the true way of lively liâ—e commanding Is never done by sitting But by standing Pers. Pictoribus atque Poet is Quidlibet audiendi semper fuit aequa potestas To an impudent Scold that perpetually haunts her Husband and not only abuseth him but what soever Company is with him WOman but may I call the so and not Forfeit that little judgment I have got Is 't not enough yâ—â—re uglie but beside Your ill shape you must be ill quality'd I had suppos'd that such a one as you Whose face a winning feature never knew A woman if that appellation may Be yet allow'd made of the courâ—â—st clay And of a fabrick so imperfect as 't Is well concluded nature was in hast I had suppos'd I say that such a brute Had cause more then enough to have been mute At least shee should if shee had silence broke With Balams Aâ—â—e but once and wisely spoke But you unlock the thunder of your voice And twenty Iron Mills make not more noyse VVhen you beg in the clamouâ— of your prate You make the rabulous râ—â—t at Billings-gate Mute as their Fish VVere you my wife forsooth I should lock up the Barn-doores of your mouth Or ferret-like sow 't up My wife said I Some Planet first dispatch me from the sâ—ie Iâ—de ransack beds of clay and light upon The Devill in a new fal lne sceleton Or what in man or Hells invention wâ—â—s is Them think of the Of thee thou curse of Curses O wretch thy Husband O infortunate I drowne mine Eyes in sorrow for his â—ate I finde in story an inchanted Lasâ—e All day a Hagge All night an angell was His luck poor man is worse for meeting you Hee 's haunted with a Hagge day and night too For when abroad in this sad plight he goes Seeking some corner to unbreast his woes You follow him hot foot and rangâ—e about Beating all bushes till you finde him out And when hee once but in your sight appeares You spend And with full cry confound his eares And ours too who admire what you intend him VVhether to bait him or to apprehend him Thus like Actâ—on with affrights hedg'd round Hee flyes the furie of his owne feirce hound We know your language you Tartarian whore That use to play bo-peep at Tavern dore Peaking for pimping rascalls and when ere Yâ—â— feare discovery what 's my Husband herâ— Thus you obstreperous strumpet Thus you must Make your poore Husband cloak for your base lust Come come the provetb yet did never faile They that are quick of tongue are quick of taile And I too plainly see though I am loth To be too publick you are quick of both He blast you with contâ—mpt if ere you come To ask for Husband henceforth in my roome And teare your tongue from roofe and roots if ere I heare againe What is my Husband here And to the Company speak a word unmeet Wee
mortalitye Dost come to laugh And set good chear to wrack And yet bring Lent upon thy back Nere fear good Cos-Heres nothing needs Such overmonitoâ—y weeds Wee have not to presnt you what is rare Only y' are wellcome to our country fare Good powderd beefe good mutton and good sherrie And so and so I pray be merry With which accept our hearts wee could extend no more should a'll the Gods descend And if this paper find acceptance too Thaâ—'s more sir then I promis'd you But I had rather be abrupt then tedious And therefore thus and only thus You come in mourning but when you returne You may leave of but we must mourne A gratus ades To my highly honoured cozen Mr B. C. Comming to Norwich And art thou come boone Ben then Norwich say Thankes noble Phosphor for this wisht for day Then wellcome wellcome be they ever dumb That say not now wellcome B. C. wellcome Had I bene mute from birth I now had broke All tounge tyes and with dumb borne Atis spoke As Iove came downe the trifle to discusse T'wixt frogs and mice so camst thou downe to us Both from above though here some difference lyes Hee came from heave'ns thou from earth's paradise Yee both desend being both divinely bright To dâ—zle our inferiour Orb wib with light The country swaines 'cause they alas could spell No higher title call thee Collenell Some wiser though then others reaping coâ—â— Thinke thou art Ceres and resound their horne Devoutly beg thy largesse and out vye The thunder with the ecch'o of their cry But when thou camest in at Stephens gate Thou gav'st our city cause enough of prate O how the people hurry hurry ran To gaze upon thee as If more then man What heards of Aproners at every looke Read on thy robes Norfolks illustrous Duke Weavers like shutles here and there peâ—p out And make no workon't for the revell rout Who finding how in vaine they strive for roome Each in a fustian surrey to his loome Reâ—uâ—nes And armed with his well try'd beame Levels his passage through th' oposing stream You 'd laugh to see how Taylours skipt about As mad as dogs to see themselues cut out VVishing theire needles had no eyes so they Poore theeves might see their bellyfull to day The that her from the top o th' house seing all Capers as if hee car'd not for a fall But t is too tedious to recite the rest They that were part o th Crowd can tell you best O how they shrunk into each others arme T' was a great mercy that there was no harmâ— Their bodyes twin'd and tounges lay never sâ—ill As if the rout had bene a twistring mill In deede the Mayor and all the skarlet Donnes The bells too and the thunder thumping Gunnes Had bene your entertainment but of late T is superstition and growne out of date Nor had I thought t'haue writte but your advance Constraindmee Orpheus playes trees must dance I am created post by my Theame Like Memnon's statute by Apollos beame To the worshipfull A. D. his Majesties Physitian Crossing the Seas ACcept his sad farewell Sir who here sings As â—ying Swans do at â—canders springs Farewell Step there O how the surges rise â—nto a brynit spring-tide from mine eyes As if yet hope were left that these salt flowes Might lend you Sea room or else drown my woes And least you want wherewith to fill your saile My sighes swell up themselves into a gale If still be-calm'd may you at least yet finde The proverb true in this my Words are Winde Meane time I shall to Aâ—olus repaire That he would breath you winde enough and faire And then to him commands the wavye Court To chyde the Dolphins from their ominous sport Next I le entreat the azure-mantled skies To let their smiles be your faire auguries And may your thankfull patients beg of heaven Health for you Sir who health to them have given If among us to rearrive you please VVeel say Phaebus comes from th' Antipodes If your return though be deny'd by fate Live Nestors years in Avicenna's state And Aesculapius-like confirme the Earth With faith that you are of immortall birth This boon I beg Sir and this only one Now and then think on your poor Stevenson To the City of CRACOVIA NOt out of Love but fear of following evills The Moores of India sacrifice to devills So we to Norwich did invite Sir Thomas Only for this to get him further from us To Mr. R. C. upon The Mourning Ring he sent mee WHat shall I laugh or weep this present doth Present mee a necessity of both How can I choose but smile when I behold My lucky starrs laden with orient Gold But when I see it through black Curtains peeping Ah mee I think c. fall a weeping My passions fight and flow and it appearrs Excess of joy as well as grief finds teares VVhilst I thus rapt Narcissus-like espie Sun shine and showers play Aprill in mine eye See how the Gold be peeps in sable shrouds Like Phaebus posting through the raine-swolne clouds And well the simile holds the black present â—is setting and the Gold his orience Here night and day Luna and Sol appeare Aâ— if true Aequinox were only here Nor should I much mistake the Aequâ—page To ca lt the golden in the iron age I may go boast I on my finger weare The pythiest Hyeroglyphick of the yeare For I can summer in thy posie read And winter to the life in thy deaths head Pretty and precious guift it showes to mee Both puritie and perpetuity For whilst the Gold thy pure love does commend The Ring instructs my thanks to know no end To upon his giving mee a Library HOw say you now think you I do not please My friend well to obtaine such guifts as these VVhaâ— a whole Library at once who lookes Upon it must conclude mee in his books To a Gentlewoman that refused A very rich Suitor because he was not very handsome FAire Cosen let me in this case advise To quitt your fancy and give reason eyes They that choose apples by their looks are oft Foild in their hopes and for their folly scoft T is not the outside makes the man Alas A man 's a man had hee no Nose on 's face Your Lapidaries not unoften note The â—arest Jewell in a ragged Coat This Gentleman whose double duty serves you For ought I know is one that well deserves you Forsake your eyes here and trust to your eare Hee s sober steady staid and fit to steare In this tempestuous age hard hap betides Such vessells as have green heads for their guides But you shall ride amidst proud waves sccute Hee being Pilot And you Cynosure I could both name the parties and the places Had bargaines foule enough of the faire faces Nor yet is liking allwayes beauties child Some have more wit then so to be beguild Beauties a blossom and so quickly fled T is scarce
possest ere it be vanished Strike while the Irons hot Cos. least you find The Proverb true occasions bald behind To me the man seems passing lovely Tush His beauty 's inward Good wâ—ne needs no bush Hee 's rich enough to make the world his debtor Love and lay hold then seldome comes a better I had not writ thus much but that I know Your parents own it and advise you so VVhose directory pleasure but â—ullfill And you do well though you do nere so ill Read and revise these lines sweet Cos. least youâ— VVhilst you your self make fast your selfe undoe To a faire Lady MADAM HArd is the task to write to such as you For if I give you but what 's halfe your due Such as are unacquainted with your worth Are apt to say I highly set you forth Whilst these that know you must conclude with mee Your praise above the straine of flattery They that nere saw the glory of the Sun Would think the Moon lights only parragon So fuch to whom scarce a good face is knowne Measure your beamfull beauty by their owne Whilst saw they but your face As in amaze They d worship what they wonder I so praise Could you faire soule but parcell out your graces There were enough t' â—nrich a thousand faces And leave your selfe such store as though your light Have made them starres you 'd still be Queen of night But hold my Muse my paper is halfe done And I have scarce her story yet begun But that would ask to tell you what I think A world of paper and a Sea of Inke Of Inke said I Inke alas would make that A spotted fame that is immaculate No I will rather never write at all Then mention her who is all-sweet in gall Hee that the Bow-bell of her praise would ring Must pluck a pineon from a Seraphins wing And write in Nectar till her fame appeares An anthem to the musick of the spheares But to leave what only my wish effects My fancy to what 's feasible directs I le rob the Swan of her white quill and then With the same pen-knife that I make my pen I le lance my purple veynes and therewith write Her story like her self in red and white And when my bloud ha's all forsook my veines Let mee but be her Martyr for my paines To my Mistresse SO love me ever all yee powers divine As I love her whom hope perswades is mine Rich then and happie were I thus to winne A beauty Heaven without and Heaven within Had I the world as Alexanders heire Left mee a patrimony high and faire Enough yee 'd think yet I for all this store Except shee whom I love love mee am poore The middle Sister FAIREST Dâ—me nature seems to make your Sisters stand As handmaids that attend on either hand To right or left I turne not Poets say The middle is the best and safest way I view the Temples and I find them three But still the middle Temple goes for mee Your Sisters are like banks on either side Whilst you the Chrystall streame betwixt them glyde T is light at morne and when the day declines But yet the brightest Sun at midday shines Methinks your Sisters stand on either side Lâ—ke Bride-maids you in midle like a Bryde Doubtlesse in you the middle grace I see Oâ— this side Faith on that side Charity My fancy seems to dictate to my sence A Cawsway twixt two Ditches or its fence The smooth and silent floods in midle flow Bâ—â—â—he shores murmur cause thwaters low And now I tell you but what the world knows Full well betwixt two Netles sits a Rosâ— The joviall Journey UP Phaebus up and guild the horizon For love and beauty are a progresse gone Stand not to gaze least thy too curious eye A fairer Daphâ—e in this Coach espic And thou great Prince of winds vouchsafe to us The gentle gusts of sweet breath'd Zepherus Come yee auspicious Choristers of the aire Let these faire Ladies see yee pâ—omise faire Cherp up sweet Syren of the woods nere feare Here is no Tereus come be merry here And if the dust it self too proudly reares Some gentle Cloud rebuke it with its â—eares Let the Earths green Plush and floscular starres out vye The brighter Orbs of the fiâ—st warning skie Let every bâ—ook present soâ—e pretry toy And every hedge be lin'd with travellers joy Grant fates no inauspicious hare may chance To crosse yee through unlucky ignorance But as the morning so the evening may Answer the beauty 〈◊〉 a glorious day Then Sun Wind Birds Raine Earth and flowers conspite A harmony next the â—elestiall Quire And whe◠〈◊〉 meet be your embraces such As lovers that each â—inuâ—s absence grutch Whilst â—ll that see admire your greeting kisse As if the body met the soule in blisse To my Rivall Presenting my Mrs. Gold upon Her Iourney How now my heart of gold what mean these fleeces Hast broke thy heart and given it her in peeces Or didst thou throw thy gold into her lap A ransom for thy ignorant escape Wouldst else be in the list of same enrolld To court thy love like Jove in shours of gold State-policie in faith they wine the Towers That shoot gold bullets at the Governours Thou hast good reason too to use this sort Of golden battery to so strong a fort Beielve mee this was a well cover'd bayt You hope shee will in loves exchang repay 't I hope so to faith it was sauey sport Should you not get her portion mortgag'd fort T' may be you were in feare to loose it and Made an assurance office of her hand Or did the charmefull sparkles of her eye Dant your faint hart int' a delivery Goe charge the country then for it was done I am your witnese beetween sun sun You that your gold thus to a virgin yeild Doubtlesse a bush had robd you in the field How if some theif should steale away her heart And of her portion take thy gold in part This were a double miserie for then you Loose both your gold and your adventure too T may be you think you have good anchor-holde And in her pockets bottom thrust your gold Maidens are mutable be wise beware The wind waves not more unconstant are But you haue balanc'd hir with gold least shee Should suffer shipwrack in her levitie Faith you abuse your selie and her much more To give her monie Give it to a whore For I must answer for her shee don't carrye The needy garb of one that 's mercenarye I wonder shee would take But 't is an old Proverb that none but madfolke refuse gold But all the world should you be now deseited Would say A foole and 's money is soone paited Vpon a Porter Catchiâ—g a Gentlewoman as shee past by him Last night a Porter standing by the pye At Algate saw a handsome lasse com by To whome hee sâ—â—w with all his speede to court her I wonder for
Endeare us to our God for new defence But would you be reveng'd then thus let 't be Plot so as he that made the eye may'nt see To the right honourable the C. of Dâ—RSET Promising a Gentleman her 〈◊〉 in marriage MADAM THe charmefull language from your lips distilld My ravisht eares with heavenly musick fill'd Had I led Love unto your Neeces heart And praid him there transsix his keenest dart His being blind would have left him exempt From penalty And charg'd the whole attempt On my accompt whose boldnes durst aspire Prometheus like unto celestiall fire T were secriledged and just such to bereave Diaâ—â— of a Numph without her leave Or steal a starre from off his region Whilst Phebe slept with her Endymion I had been fellon to your honours bloud And stolne a cignet from that royall floud Had not your grace first given me my book The golden Scepter of your gracious look But now with humble confidence I resort To this faire stream having your warrant for 't Only let me beseech your honour that You 'd ratifie it with a second date Then being armd with this encouragement My next addresse is to the Lady bent My fortunes balance on whose only breath ' Depends the sentence of my life or death If such a match felicitate my life I le treat her as â—y Mistresse though my wisse I le study what may please her and contend With fate to make her happie to the end As for you gratious madam deigne mee still The clear beames of your ladyships good will So shall I be assur'd what I commence Shall ripne in such sun light influence Meane while no thought shall from my breast arise But what I dare present as sacrifice Thus J returne my selfe to both whilst shee Possesse my heart your grace commands my knee The weavers Memento mori AN honest weaver willing to make suer His soule and body with arts ligatur Betooke him to his trade and having got The knack on 't knit them on a weavers knot But death a craftie merchant found a brack And let him plainely see t' would hould no tack Here 's stufâ—e quoth hee alas t' will scarse be worth The looking on when J have laid it forth Where is the fresh gloss is this the lively red You spake of tush t is â—aded fled and dead Alack and well â— day the weaver said How dearly have for this colour paid And yet it gives you no content but J. Poore â— must let must leave my work and die Ah! mee impartiall death where thou dost come Thou either cutst of or concludst the thrum My beame is strong but strengh will not prevaile Golyah's speare stout as my beame did faile My nimble shuttle flitting here and there Presents my life 's in stable character Mark but how swift it to its exit tendes So fleetly fly wee all unto our our ends Jt puts but forth and at its port arives So doth our death begin even with our lives My globe like wheel about its pole is hurld Just as the heavens are rapt about the world And turning to my filling boy behind me ' His winding pipes does of my wind pipe mind mee Jf hee stand still J must not work if the aire Fill not my pipes my work will soon impaire A constant motion to my trade belongs So nature hath her loome my breast my lungs My blouds ' her posting shutle swiftly flies Through the strait conduits of my arteries My purple veines her warping is my haire My tendons find my nerves her tackling are My solid parts my able bones are some Appointed beames some holdfasts of her loome And thus in there owne lomes doe all men weavâ— And women too from cradle to theire grave Nor cease wee all above a minites breath Till wee be turned out of worke by death Thus from those instruments by which Jearnt My livelyhood to dye I likewise learnt I looke but on my eyes And I can read In them the seperation of my thread In laying of my coulours still I found The lowest a memento of the ground The fashions teach mee since they keep no stay The fashion of this world passesaway Come then and wellcome death I have enough Of this vaine world It s fraile and druggie stuffe Can tempt mine eyes no more come fetch me home I le give my life for death my loome for lome To Constantia Let others ply the oares t'wixt doubts and feares For I am past those rocks those tydes of tears My sullen starre is fallen warr 's past and I Laiden with trophies of my victorie How doe I blesse my fate that I did meet With one so 〈◊〉 so faithfull and so sweet My humble knee bowes henceforth to no shrine Though Venus were thy rivall but to thine Happy my dearest happie hee may lye Vnder the tropick of thy gracious eye Nothing but death shall my firme faith remove Nothing but the cold flore shall coole my love The Gâ—rdeon knot that could not be unty'd By art did Alexanders sword divide Our love knot 's faster nor shall armes nor arts Vnlink the chain of our vnited hearts The noon-eyd sun may chance run retrograde And as a Daphne follow his own shade Heaven may descend to earth And earth aspire To Heaven And water be at peace with fire Fishes and fowles may change their elements And take a glory in their new contents But when I faile but when I cease to love The center shall from its fixt base remove VVhen I divid the thread our loves have spun The streames shall back upon there fountaines run This I conclude a possibiltie J may forget my name but never thee Ceres cickle whether art thou gone See'st not our hopes into full harvest growne Come boonest â—acchus come let 's have a health To our best wishes love hath store of wealth View here our vintage see our blest increase Of swelling grapes that only want the presse Hast Hymen hast for wee must find in you The end of our desires and verses too To Bovino You bull it Sir as if you meant a prize VVith milo at the bovine exercise Push for wardâ— your good motion Sir you may Encrease my landlords cornucopia But to speake naked truth they say that you Doe not run to the bull but to the cow VVhere you your selfe in manner of a bull Doe give Europa her white belly full And as t is fit you should haveing gone halves In getting now you help to keepe the Calves But have a care St. Stephens wide gates are near You 'l run your selfe ouâ— ere you be aware The FLEETS MY wishes greet The English fleet May no stormes tosse The Harp and Crosse Smile gentle fate Vpon our State Attend all health This Common wealth The Navie of the Dutch I all good fortunes grutch Vantrump and his Sea forces Shall have my daily curses Vpon the Dutch and Dane VVait their eternall bane The Cavalering part I vallew not a fart To adrunken
his exerciâ—o He pipes dances and he dyes And when passing we can tell For he rings out his own knell Vpon his second time being dead drunk LOe here Dead as the bere Was drawn last yeare And Coffind up In a lost Cup Lyes litle heart O Who like a fart O Did now depart O T was ruffe And with a puffe Out went the snuffe Alas how soon T is after noon This morning hee O Was companie O For thee or mee O. â—nd tooke Ahe Spanish smoke Into his poke As if he meant Sir by consent To tune his pipe O But being ripe O Began to type O But P O No more but so T is Oliver O Le ts oversee This scape for hee The truth to tell O Till he was mellow Was a good fellow And shall to morrow morning make 's approach As quick and lively as the fresh abroach An Epitaph upon a Weaver HEre lyes a Weaver whom that Turk And tyrant death turn'd out of work Poore fellow he is gone what though Hee 's out of bonds would I were so Alas he sold Chamelion ware By which he sav'd scarce ought but aire Gone quoth heeâ— pray how should he stay Such gaine will drive us all away Well t was a sad aâ—d suddaine change And yet to me t is nothing strange For trading 's dead and wares will give No price at all how should he live An Epitaph Dedicate to the Memorie of Dr. Ed. Cook UNsluce your Captive flouds what can ye keep Your eyes from teares and see the Marble weep Burst out for shame or if yee find no vent For greife yet stay and see the stones relent Jf still you can forbâ—are weepe then to see Your stupid hearts more stone then Niobe On goodwife Plaine Here with out either welt or gard Lyes goody Plaine in the Church yard Fresh in our memoryes till the next raine Setle the earth againe downe plaine On W. G. A great swearer but litle lyar VVill the swearer 's dead and gon VVhether you may guesse anon Say hee is inheaven J dare not Jn that sacred place they sweare not VVhere then not in hell no doubt For heed sweare the devill ouâ— What must then become of him Does hee neither sinck nor swim Heavens forbid wel'l judge the best And conclude his souls ' at rest Of his oathes hee did repent him And his conscience do'unt torment him And hee shall heavens mercy crav'd By Gods bloud and wounds be sav'd In memoriam Roberti Dey Pharmacap Norv Arts Parramour is dead that men may see Nature hath noâ— hold of eternitie O that my teares were legible that J And my sad muse might weep his elegie Norwich in sorrows weeds attend his urne Iâ— not for his yet for your owne sakes mourne Remember cittizens yee us'd to fly To sue out your reprives from death to Dy Whose salutifierous magazine of artes Was your cheife Sanctuary against death's darts There feeble nature in a trice might be Arm'd against all disseases Cap ape But hee Is gone and in a good old age Tooke his calme Exit of a turbulent stage His death as harmelesse as his birth from whence His years were crownd with double innocence good VVhilst wee for so perhaps heavens have thought Are left to write our stories in our bloud Time's syth hath wounded him but hee hath gâ—t Such semper-vivum as hee feels it not VVith faith hope charitie contrition He made up his Celestiall composition And with an unctious name hee mixt a Roll Of Gratia deâ— for his wounded soule Now his thread yeilded to the Sisters knife For Aqua-vitae hee drinkes water of life Much might unto his prayses spoken be And only this one truth namely that hee Even Dey the true Apothecary was All that are left are but synoyma's To the perpetuall memory of my ever honoured Cozen Mr. E. H. Vnder this sad marble lyes Natures pride and beauties prize Such so sweet her accents were As would charme a Syrens eare Such her modest mode as shee Taught the turtle charitie Jn summe a more veruous wife Never sweetend husbands life To conclude then all was shee Man could wish or woman be Who lyes here like treasure found Not above but under ground A Legacie to VRBANIA an unworthy Cittie Citty ingrate nay worse but I le include All your good nature in ingratitude Wellfare your costly swordes which now yee wouâ—d As faine encrimson in my inocent bloud As ere yee wisht m' Crucifige accept you ah you Hosanna cry and hosenecha too Js it in this in this J pray I wrong yee To spend my selfe and my estate among yee Jf weary steps to make your Citty flourish If head if heart if Purse employ'd to nourish Widows distrest and orphans be a crime Grant heaven no worse offence take up my time Bark on black mouthed envie yee as soone Affright mee as the Syrian wolves the moone Nor doe J envie those have sought with cost The honourable trouble J have lost Lord fill my hart with thanks my mouth with praise My haires may yet see halcyon dayes God guards mee still though I 've no swordes t t' davance Though no fine cap God is my maintenance In Hono rem Poetarum WHose poore conceit is that That Poets should be poore They talk they know not what Alas they wish no more They have Enough in that they see Content is worth a monarchy Do not the sacred Nine Come daily to their houses And break their fast and dine And sup and soop carouses Who calls them poore then that are able To feast the Muses at their table Yee go to Poets when Your dearest friends be dead They give them life agen Though they be buried T is strange then Poets should not live That thus can life to dead men give Yea all the world must know Save those to truth averse The swaine was taught to plow By Virgills fertil verse T is strange then he should needy be Found out the art of Husbandry Riplie was rich I trow VVhose Poems did enfold That which men hunt for soe The art of making Gold He had the Phylosophick stone Sure hee must then be ricâ— or none Yea do not all men say Poets dare any thing Pray was not noble May Calld brother by a King Nor is it more then true report Satyrick lines have hang'd a sort Euridice could tell That being ravisht hence Bold Orpheus ransackt hell And rescu'd her from thence Yea verses so Magnetick are They fetch the Moon down from the sphear Nor have they only power But gifts of prophesie The most celestiall dower Heavens give mortalitie Sure then they can't want costly Cates Being Oracles and Potentates They that have most still itch For more more baggs to stuffe VVhilst they are only rich Can see they have enuffe How poorly fools of Poets prate Come they are poore whom God doth hate Princeps Vates non quovis nascitur anno Man WHat time Iehovah heaven earths Creâ—tor Had
fully finisht the world vast Theater He brings up Man and gives the world to see His curious art in their Epitome VVhich but in man he in no creature would They but of Simple hee of Compound mould They but of bodyes only doe consist In man a bodie and a soule contrist His bodie his base part earth represents His heaven-breathd soule earth's soule the elements The ingredients of the world are water Aire Earth fire such man's ingredients are Your leave And thus the semblance I rehearse Betweene the great and little Universe His head 's orbicular like the circular skies Whose lamps meet rivalls in his orient eyes And as t is heaven most like t is heaven most neare Reason swayes her majestiest seepter there That divine guest that makes a man thence all The senses borrow their originall And as their sole and supreme court repaire To manifest their virtues in that chaire Nor may I here forget that comely front That so surprises all that looke upon â—t Those lovely lineaments those goodly graces Attend the sweets of well proportiond faces What wonders nature in his tongue commences The instruments of delicious senses Which wee beyond expresse oftimes refresh With rapsodies from that small filme of flesh How right here 's Pan and phoebus whilst our cares Are partiall twixt our voyces and the spheares Some time t' is full and makes his voice as loud As thundring roating from the shattered cloud But let 's goe downward with his heires and see How it does with the piles of grasse agree The number well concurres in each wee see The numerous foot steps of a deitie Both the effect of moisture who so seekes The Rose or Lillie they so blow in his cheeks Nay what can you present but hee commands The lively transhape from his Protean handes His bloud is like the streams that to and fro Turning and winding are the center through should I here swell my story to present The office of each chord each ligament The Nerves the tendons and the Arteries My life would be toe short to finish these Nay there 's no member but in it I see A theame of wonder to eternitie And yet this body wee can't prayse enuffe Compare it with the soule ti's sordid stuffe Ther 's not such dfference t'wixt the sorrie case And Iewell t'wixt the mask and the faire face God made mans body after all the rest Add after that inspir'd the soule the best The body from the earth the dust ascends The incompounded soule from God descends T' is not the flessi but in the soule that wee Assume the image of the deitie The bodie 's suject to moralitie The soul part of the living God can't dye Natures appointed time of change revolves And it into his elements desolves His native heat does to the fire repaire Water to water breath unto the aire The bones and parts that are more solid must Lye prisners till they render dust to dust Meane time the soul her native station keeps In heaven whilst nature in her causes sleeps A Guesse at HELL Par nullae figura Gehennae ACcursed Topheth how shall I define This dismall dungeon this sad Cell of thine So dark so duskie so devoid of light How shall I see to draw thy picture right VVhat Colours shall I grinde Colours said I Thou art all black black as Proserpines Eye Deep declive beneath the dead Sea is In a blinde hole this thy all black Abysse Thy pitchie Pallace where the chearly Sun Nere comes as out of his commission Nor lends the Moon so much as one odd night To qualifie thy darknesse with her light VVhich we but sleep by No nor all the yeare Does one small starre on thy dark front appeare Thou blackest Moore ask but thy Danaan traine Their tub tash tells thee thou art labour in vaine Goe ask Ixion else or him whose stone Gathers no mosse they all conclude in one Thou the true Negro art and Patentee Of utter shades there is no night but thee The darknes the Egyptians felt was but A type of thine and but too fairely cut Trâ—tareous Tullian how thy tract is trod To Baalzeub knight of the black rod Whose haggie haire curls into snaky torts More terrible then poets poore reportâ— His ghastly yea his grislie looke is such My sense fosakee mee if I thinke on 't much His hornes the pitch fork is where with he turnes Those broyling Sceletons he ever burnes In flames that never shall be quencht but hark I talk of flames and yet I call Hell dark Flames I confesse there are but black not bright Yea there is fire and yet no firelight Fowle feind thy nose is like a Comet or The tayle of some prodigious Meteoï Well may it serve thee for thy red hot purr VVherewith thou dost thy stifling sulphur stirre Thy sooty Eybrowes are as black as coales Smoakt with thine eyes that flame like Oven holes Meane while the Corners where fresh Brimstone lies Pretend a yellow Jandyse in thine eyes But 't is the black the black fiend is thy griefe But thy disease admits of no reliefe Thy mouth like raging Aetna vomits fire The furious flakes of thy unslak't desire As much attractive and as mercilesse as The 7 times hotter headed furnace was Thine armes are firie fetters that embrace Those monuments of miserie whose sad case Thou do'st not pâ—ttie though though seem'st a while To weep upon them like the Crocodile Have you not heard of smoaking Sodom such His breath 's But Sodom smoak's not half so much His veynes are streams of sulphur His loud lungs His bellows And his hideous hands his tongues His black and melancholly bloud containes VVorse venome then â—re lurkt in Centaurs veines And by his cloven foot 't is plainly showne His Kingdom run's upon Division These are his titles The Vnfathom'd Gulfe The Roaring Lion And the Raging Woolfe The Wild Beast of the Forrest The Annoyer Of Christian liberty The Destroyer The Mortall Enemy of all man kinde By these and such like tearmes is he defind Father of Falshood Feeces of the Cup Of Condemnation who can summe thee up Or set thee forth No hand can ere effect it Unlesse that hand that captiv'd thee direct it Envye her Ensign on thy front displaies And like the Basilisk at distance slayes Thy Nose steep as the Alpes parts two deep Cells On this side Hatred That side Malice dwells And cause such beauty some preservatives askes Shame and Confusion are thy constant masks But least my Charkole faile to finish thee Thou art the form of all deformity As for thy vassalls thus begin their evills Their entrance strait transformes them into Devils Their entertainment will be such as they Shall flee to death But death will flye away Hard are their haps so vainly shall implore A deadly reqâ—iem at death's deafned dore The torturous worme that gnawes their consciences Doe's like Prometheus vultur never cease Curses are all their hymmes Their parched throats