on thy silent grave And writ on that earth which such honour had To cloath that flesh wherein thy self was clad And pardon me sweet Saint whom I adore That I this tribute pay out of the store Of lines and tears that 's only due to thee Oh doe not think it new Idolatry Though you are only soveraign of this Land Yet universall losses may command A subsidie from every private eye And press each pen to write so to supply And feed the common grief if this excuse Prevail not take these tears to your own use As shed for you for when I saw her dye I then did think on your mortality For since nor vertue witt nor beauty could Preserve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould Where they were framed all and where they dwelt I then knew you must dye too and did melt Into these tears but thinking on that day And when the gods resolv'd to take away A Saint from us I that did know what dearth There was of such good souls upon the earth Began to fear lest Death their Officer Might have mistook and taken thee for her So had'st thou rob'd us of that happiness Which she in heaven and I in thee possess But what can heaven to her glory adde The prayses she hath dead living she had To say she 's now an Angell is no more Praise than she had for shee was one before Which of the Saints can shew more votaries Than shee had here even those that did despise The Angels and may her now she is one Did whilst she liv'd with pure devotion Adore and worship her her vertues had All honour here for this world was too bad To hate or envy her these cannot rise So high as to repine at Deities But now she 's 'mongst her fellow Saints they may Be good enough to envy her this way There 's loss i' th' change 'twixt heav'n and earth if she Should leave her servants here below to be Hated of her competitors above But sure her matchlesse goodness needs must move Those blest soules to admire her excellence By this meanes only can her journey hence To heaven prove gain if as she was but here Worship'd by men she be by Angels there But I must weep no more over this urn My teares to their own chanell must return And having ended these sad obsequies My Muse must back to her old exercise To tell the story of my martyrdome But oh thou Idoll of my soul become Once pitiful that she may change her stile Dry up her blubbred eyes and learn to smile Rest then blest soul for as ghosts fly away When the shrill Cock proclames the infant-day So must I hence for loe I see from farre The minions of the Muses coming are Each of them bringing to thy sacred Herse In either eye a tear each hand a Verse To my Mistris in absence THough I must live here and by force Of your command suffer divorce Though I am parted yet my mind That 's more my self still stayes behind I breath in you you keep my heart 'T was but a carkasse that did part Then though our bodies are dis-joynd As things that are to place confin'd Yet let our boundless spirits meet And in loves sphere each other greet There let us work a mystique wreath Vnknown unto the world beneath There let our claspt loves sweetly twine There let our secret thoughts unseen Like nets be weav'd and inter-twin'd Wherewith wee catch each others mind There whilst our souls doe sit and kiss Tasting a sweet and subtle bliss Such as gross lovers cannot know Whose hands and lips meet here below Let us look down and mark what pain Our absent bodies here sustain And smile to see how far away The one doth from the other stray Yet burn and languish with desire To joyn and quench their mutuall fire There let us joy to see from farre Our emulous flames at loving warre Whilst both with equall luster shine Mine bright as yours yours bright as mine There seated in those heavenly bowers Wee 'l cheat the lag and lingring houres Making our bitter absence sweet Till souls and bodies both may meet To her in absence A SHIP TOst in a troubled sea of griefs I float Far from the shore in a storm-beaten boat Where my sad thoughts doe like the compass show The severall points from which cross winds do blow My heart doth like the needle toucht with love Still fixt on you point which way I would move You are the bright Pole-star which in the dark Of this long absence guides my wandring bark Love is the Pilot but o'r-come with fear Of your displeasure dares not home-wards stear My fearfull hope hangs on my trembling sayl Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip Bid it but move and quick as thought this Ship Into your armes which are my port will flye Where it for ever shall at Anchor lye SONG Eternity of Love protested HOw ill doth be deserve a Lovers name Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain But doth at once like paper set on fire Burn and expire True love can never change his seat Nor did he ever love that could retreat That noble Flame which my brest keeps alive Shall still survive When my soule 's fled Nor shall my love dye when my hodye's dead That shall wait on me to the lower shade And never fade My very ashes in their urn Shall like a hallowed Lamp for ever burn Vpon some alterations in my Mistresse after my departure into France OH gentle Love doe not forsake the guide Of my frail Bark on which the swelling tide Of ruthlesse pride Doth beat and threaten wrack from every side Gulfes of disdain doe gape to overwhelm This boat nigh sunk with grief whilst at the helm Dispair commands And round about the shifting sands Of faithless love and false inconstancy With rocks of cruelty Stop up my passage to the neighbour Lands My sighs have rais'd those winds whose fury bears My sayls o'r-boord and in their place spreads tears And from my tears This sea is sprung where nought but Death appears A mystie cloud of anger hides the light Of my fair star and every where black night Vsurpes the place Of those bright rayes which once did grace My forth bound Ship but when it could no more Behold the vanisht shore In the deep flood she drown'd her beamy face Good counsell to a young Maid WHen you the Sun-burnt Pilgrim see Fainting with thirst haste to the springs Mark how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nymphs and fling His body to the earth where He Prostrate adores the flowing Deitie But when this sweaty face is drencht In her cool waves when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht Then mark how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks and from the place That thus refresht him moves with sullen
Thomas Carew Gentleman of the Bed chamber to King Charles the First From a Medal by Varin POEMS With a MASKE BY THOMAS CAREW Esq One of the Gent. of the Privy-Chamber and Sewer in Ordinary to his late Majestie The Songs were set in Musick by Mr. HENRY LAWES Gent. of the Kings Chappell and one of his late Majesties Private-Musick The third Edition revised and enlarged LONDON Printed for H. M. and are to be sold by J Martin at the signe of the Bell in St. Pauls-Church-Yard 1651. POEMS The Spring NOw that the winter's gone the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes and now no more the frost Candies the grass or casts an ycie cream Vpon the Silver Lake or Chrystal stream But the warm Sun thawes the benummed Earth And makes it tender gives a sacred birth To the dead Swallow wakes in hollow tree The drowsie Cuckow and the Humble-Bee Now doe a quire of chirping Minstrels bring In triumph to the world the youthfull Spring The vallies hills and woods in rich aray Welcome the comming of the long'd for May. Now all things smile only my Love doth lowre Nor hath the scalding Noon-day-Sun the power To melt that marble yce which still doth hold Her heart congeald and makes her pitty cold The Oxe which lately did for shelter fly Into the stall doth now securely ly In open fields and love no more is made By the fire side but in the cooler shade Amyntas now doth with his Cloris sleep Vnder a Sycamore and all things keep Time with the season only she doth carry Iune in her eyes in her heart Ianuary To A. L. Perswasions to love THinke not 'cause men flatt'ring say Y' are fresh as Aprill Sweet as May Bright as is the Morning starr That you are so or though you are Be not therefore proud and doem All men unworthy your esteem For being so you lose the pleasure Of being fair since that rich treasure Of rare beauty and sweet feature Was bestow'd on you by Nature To be enjoy'd and 't were a sinne There to be scarce where shee hath been So prodigall of her best graces Thus common beauties and meane faces Shall have more pastime and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy Did the thing for which I sue Onely concern my self not you Were men so fram'd as they alone Reap'd all the pleasure women none Then had you reason to be scant But 't were a madnesse not to grant That which affords if you consent To you the giver more content Than me the begger Oh then be Kind to your self if not to mee Starve not your selfe because you may Thereby make me pine away Nor let brittle beauty make You your wiser thoughts forsake For that lovely face wil fail Beautie 's sweet but beautie's frail T is sooner past t is sooner done Than Summers rain or Winters Sun Most fleeting when it is most deare T is gone while wee but say t is here These curious locks so aptly twin'd Whose every hair a soul doth bind Will change their abroun hue and grow White and cold as winters snow That eye which now is Cupid's nest Will prove his grave and all the rest Will follow in the cheek chin nose Nor Lilly shall be found nor Rose And what will then become of all Those whom now you servants call Like Swallowes when your summers done They 'l fly and seek some warmer Sun Then wisely chuse one to your friend Whose love may when your beauties end Remain still firm be provident And think before the summer's spent Of following winter like the Ant In plenty hoord for time of scant Cull out amongst the multitude Of Lovers that seek to intrude Into your favour one that may Love for an age not for a day One that will quench your youthfull fires And feed in age your hot desires For when the storms of time have mov'd Waves on that check which was belov'd When a fair Ladies face is pin'd And yellow spred where red once shin'd When beauty youth and all sweets leave her Love may return but Lover never And old folkes say there are no paines Like itch of love in aged veines Oh love me then and now begin it Let us not lose this present minute For time and age will work that wrack Which time or age shall ne'r call back The snake each year fresh skin resumes And Eagles change their aged plumes The faded Rose each spring receives A fresh red tincture on her leaves But if your beauties once decay You never know a second May. Oh then be wise and whilst your season Affords you dayes for sport doe reason Spend not in vain your lives short hour But crop in time your beauties flower Which will away and doth together Both bud and fade both blow and wither Lips and Eyes IN Celia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her Lips or Eyes Wee said the Eyes send forth those poynted darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts From us reply'd the Lips proceed those blisses Which Lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the Eyes and from their springs did powr Of liquid orientall pearl a showr Whereat the Lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile unlock'd their pearlie treasure And bade Love judge whether did adde more grace Weeping or smiling pearles in Celia's face A Divine Mistris IN Natures peeces still I see Some errour that might mended be Something my wish could still remove Alter or adde but my fair Love Was fram'd by hands farr more divine For shee hath every beauteous line Yet I had been farr happier Had Nature that made me made her Then likenesse might that love creates Have made her love what now she hates Yet I confesse I cannot spare From her just shape the smallest hair Nor need I beg from all the store Of heaven for her one beauty more Shee hath too much divinity for me You gods teach her some more humanity SONG A Beautifull Mistris IF when the sun at noone displayes His brighter rayes Thou but appear He then all pale with shame and fear Quencheth his light Hides his dark brow flyes from thy sight And growes more dim Compar'd to thee than stars to him If thou but shew thy face again When darkenesse doth at midnight raign The darkenesse flyes and light is hurl'd Round about the silent world So as alike thou driv'st away Both light and darkenesse night and day A Cruell Mistris WEE read of Kings and Gods that kindly took A pitcher fild with water from the Brook But I have daily tendred without thanks Rivers of teares that over-flow their banks A slaughter'd Bull will appease angry love A Horse the Sun a Lamb the God of love But she disdaines the spotless sacrifice Of a pure heart that at her altar lyes Vesta is not displeas'd if her chast urn Doe with repayred fuell ever burn But my Saint frowns though to her honour'd name I consecrate a never-dying flame
inferences or suspected Rhetoricall elegancies already delivered you may now dexterously proceed to the second Part of your charge which is the raking of your heavenly sparks up in the Embers or reducing the Etheriall lights to their primitive opacity and grosse dark subsistence they are all unrivited from the Sphere and hang loose in their sockets where they but attend the waving of your Caduce and immediatly they re-invest their pristine shapes and appear before you in their own naturall deformities Merc. Momus thou shalt prevail for since thy bold Intrusion hath inverted my resolves I must obey necessity and thus turn My face to breath the Thunders just decree Gainst this adult rate sphere which first I purge Of loathsome Monsters and mis-shapen formes Down from her azure concave thus I charm The Lyrnean Hydra the rough unlick'd Bear The watchfull Dragon the storm-boading Whale The Centaur the horn'd Goatfish Capricorn The Snake-head Gorgon and fierce Sagittar Divested of your gorgeous stany robes Fall from the circling Orb and e'r you suck Fresh venome in measure this happy earth Then to the Fens Caves Forrests Desarts Seas Fly and resume your native qualities Thy dance in those monstrous shapes the first Antimask of naturall deformity Mom. Are not these fine companions trim Play-fellowes for the Deities yet these and their fellows have made up all our conversation for some thousands of years Doe not you fair Ladies acknowledge your selves deeply engaged now to those Poets your servants that in the height of commendation have rais'd your beauties to a parallel with such exact proportions or at least rank'd you in their spruce society Hath not the consideration of these Inhabitants rather frighted your thoughts utterly from the contemplation of the place but now that these heavenly Mansions are to be void you that shall hereafter be found unlodged will become inexusable especially since vertue alone shall be sufficient title fine and rent yet if there be a Lady not competently stock'd that way shee shall not on the instant utterly despair if she carry a sufficient pawn of handsomenesse for however the letter of the Law runs Iupeter notwithstanding his Age and present ansterity will never refuse to stamp beauty and make it current with his own Impression but to such as are destitute of both I can afford but small encouragement Proceed Cozen Mercury what followes Merc. Look up and mark where the bright Zodiack Hangs like a Belt about the breast or heaven On the right shoulder like a flaming Iewell His shell with nine much Topazes adorn'd Lord of this Tropique fits the skalding Crab He when the Sun gallops in full career His annuall race his gastly clawes uprear'd Frights at the confines of the torrid Zone The fiery team and proudly stops their course Making a solstice till the fierce Steeds learn His backward paces and so retrogade Poste downe hill to th'opposed Capricorn Thus I depose him from his lofty Throne Drop from the sky into the briny flood There teach thy motion to the ebbing Sea But let those fires that beautifi'd thy shell Take humane shapes and the disorder shew Of thy regressive spaces here below The second Antimasque is danc'd in retrograde paces expressing obliquity in motion Mom. This Crab I confesse did ill become the heavens but there is another that more infests the Earth and makes such a solstice in the politer Arts and Sciences as they have not been observed for many Ages to have made any sensible advance could you but lead the learned squadrons with a masculine resolution past this point of retrogradation it were a benefit to mankind worthy the power of a god and to bee payed with Altars but that not being the worke of this night you may pursue your purposes what now succeeds Merc. Vice that unbodied in the Appetite Erects his Throne hath yet in bestiall shapes Branded by Nature with the Character And distinct stamp of some peculiar Ill Mounted the Sky and fix'd his Trophies there As fawning flattery in the little Dog I' th' bigger churlish Murmur Cowardize I' th' timorous Hare Ambition in the Eagle Rapine and Avarice in th' adventurous Ship That sayl'd to Colchos for the golden fleece Drunken distemper in the Goblet stowes I' th' Dart and Scorpion biting Calumny In Hercules and the Lyon furious rage Vaine Ostentation in Cassiope All these I to eternall exile doome But to this place their Emblem'd Vices summon Clad in those proper Figures by which best Their incorporeall nature is exprest The third Antimasque is danc'd of these severall vices expressing their deviation from Vertue Mom. From henceforth it shall be no more â—id in the Proverb when you would expresse â—â—riotous Assembly That hell but Heaven is broke â—â—ose this was an arrant Goale-delivery all the â—â—risons of your great Cities could not have voâ—â—ed more corrupt matter but Cozen Cylleniâ—â— in my judgement it is not safe that these infeâ—â—ous persons should wander here to the hazard this Iland they threatned lesse danger when they were nayl'd to the Firmament I should conceive it a very discreet course since they are provided of a tall vessell of their own ready rigg'd membarque them all together in that goodship called the Argo and send them to the plantation in New-England which hath purg'd more virulent humours from the politique body than Guaiâ—â—m and all the West-Indian drugs have from the naturall bodies of this Kingdome Can you devise how to dispose them better Merc. They cannot breath this pure and temperate Ayr Where Vertue lives but will with hasty flight ongst fogs and vapours seek unsound abodes Fly after them from your usurped fears You foul remainders of that viporous brood Let not a Starte of aluxurious race With his loose blaze stain the skies chrystall face All the Stars are quench'd and the Spheare darkened Before the entry of every Antimasque the stars in those figures in the Spheare which they were to represent were extinct so as by the end of the Antimasques in the Spheare no more Starres were scene Mom. Here is a totall Ecclipse of the eight Sphere which neither Booker Allestre nor any of your Prognosticators no nor their great Master Tico were aware of but yet in my opinion there were some innocent and some generous Constellations that might have been reserved for Noble uses as the Skales and Swordto adorne the statue of Iustice since she resides here on earth only in Picture and Esfigie The Eagle had beene a fit present for the Germans in regard their Bird hath mew'd most of her feathers lately The Dolphin too had beene most welcome to the French and then had you but clapt Perseus on his Pegasus brandishing his sword the Dragon yawning on his back under the horses feet with Phthon's dart through his throat there had beene a Divine St. George for his Nation but since you have improvidently shuffled them altogether it now refts only that we provide and immidiate succession and to that purpose I
will instantly proclaim a free Election Oyes Oyes Oyes By the Father of the gods and the King of men Whereas we having observed a very commendable practice taken into frequent use by the Princes of these latter Ages of perpetuating the memory of their famous enterprizes sieges battles victories in Pictures Sculpture Tapistry Embroyderies and other manifactures wherewith they have embellished their publike palaces and taken into Our more distinct and serious consideration â—â—e particular Christmas hanging of the Guard Chamber of this Court wherein the Navall Victory of 88. is to the eternall glory of this Nation exactly delineated and whereas We likewise out of a propheticall imitation of this so laudable custome did for many thousand years before adorne and beautifie the eighth room of Our caelestiall Mansion commonly called the Star-chamber with the military adventures stratagems atchievements feats and defeats performed in Our Own person whilst yet Our Standard was crected and we a Combatant in the Amorous warfare It hath notwthstanding after mature deliberation and long debate held first in our own inscrutable bosome and afterwards communicated with Our Privie Counsell seemed meet to Our Omnipotency for causes to Our self best known to unfurnish and dis-array Our fore-said Starre-Chamber of all those Ancient Coustellations which have for so many Ages been sufficiently notorious and to admit into their vacant places such Persons only as shall be qualified with exemplar Vertue and eminent Desert there to shine in indelible Characters of glory to all posterity It is therefore Our divine will and pleasure voluntarily and out of our own free and proper motion meere grace and speciall favour by these presents to specifie and declare to all our loving people that it shall be lawfull for any Person whatsoever that conceiveth him or herselfe to be really endued with any Heroicall Vertue or transcendent Merit worthy so high a calling and dignity to bring their severall pleas and pretences before Our Right trusty and Wel-beloved Cozen and Connsellor Don Mercury and god Momus c. Our peculiar Delegates for that affair upon whom we have transferr'd an absolute power to conclude and determine without Appeale or Revocation accordingly as to their wisedomes it shall in such cases appeare behovefull and expedient Given at Our palace in Olympus the first day of the first moneth in the first yeare of the Reformation Plutus enters an old man full of wrinkles a bald head a thin white beard spectacles on his nose with a buncht back and attir'd in a Robe of Cloath of gold Plutus appeares Merc. Who 's this appeares Mom. This is a subterranean Friend Plutus in this Dialect term'd Riches or the god of Gold a poyson hid by Providence in the botome of the Seas and Navill of the Earth from mans discovery where if the seeds begun to sprout above-ground the excrescence was carefully guarded by Dragons yet at last by humane curiosity brought to light to their owne destruction this being the true Pandora's box whence issued all those mischiefes that now fill the Vniverse Plut. That I prevent the message of the gods Thus with my haste and not attend their summons Which ought in lustice call me to the place I now require of Right is not alone To shew the just precedence that I hold Before all earthly next th' immortall Powers But to exclude the hope of partiall Grace In all Pretenders who since I descend To equall tryall must by my example Waving your favour claym by sole Desert If Vertue must inherit shee 's my slave I lead her captive in a golden chayn About the world She takes her Form and Being From my creation and those barren seeds That drop from heaven if I not cherish them With my distilling dewes and fotive heat They know no vegetation but expos'd To blasting winds of freezing Poverty Or not shoot forth at all or budding wither Should I proclaim the daily sacrifice Brought to my Temples by the toyling rout Not of the fat and gore of abject Beasts But humane sweat and blood powr'd on my Altars I might provoke the envy of the gods Turn but your eyes and mark the busie world Climbing steep Mountains for the sparkling stones Piercing the Center for the shining Ore And th' Oceans bosome to rake pearly sands Crossing the torrid and the frozen zones Midst Rocks and swallowing Gulfes for gainfull trade And through opposing swords fire murdering Canon Skaling the walled Towns for precious spoyls Plant in the passage to your heavenly seats These horrid dangers and then see who dares Advance his desperate foot yet am I sought And oft in vain through these and greater hazards I could discover how your Deities Are for my sake sleighted despis'd abus'd Your Temples Shrines Altars and Images Vncover'd rifled robb'd and dis-array'd By sacrilegious hands yet is this treasure To th' golden Mountain where I sit ador'd With superstitious solemn rights convay'd And becomes sacred there the sordid wreteh Not daring touch the consecrated Ore Or with prophane hands lessen the bright heap But this might draw your anger down on mortals For rendring me the homage due to you Yet what is said may well express my power Too great for Earth and only fit for Heaven Now for your pastime view the naked root Which in the dirty earth and base mould drown'd Sends forth this precious Plant and golden fruit You lusty Swaines that to your grazing flocks Pipe amorous Roundelayes you toyling Hinds That barb the fields and to your merry Teames Whistle your passions and you mining Moles That in the bowels of your mother-Earth Dwell the eternall burthen of her wombe Cease from your labours when Wealth bids you play Sing dance and keep a cheerfull holy-day They dance the fourth Antimasque consisting of Country people musicke and measures Merc. Plutus the gods know and confess your power Which feeble Vertue seldome can resist Stronger than Towers of brasse or Chastity Iove knew you when he courted Danae And Cupid weares you on that Arrowes head That still prevailes But the gods keep their Throne To enstall Vertue not her Enemies They dread thy force which even themselves have felt Witnesse Mount-Ida where the Martiall Maid And frowning Iuno did to mortall eyes Naked for gold their sacred bodies show Therefore for ever be from heaven banish'd But since with toyl from undiscover'd Worlds Thou art brought hither where thou first didst breath The thirst of Empire into Regall breasts And frightedst quiet Peace from her meek Throne Filling the world with tumult blood and warre Follow the Camps of the contentious earth And be the Conqu'rers slave but he that can Or conquer thee or give thee Vertuous stamp Shall shine in heaven a pure immortall Lamp Mom. Nay stay and take my benediction along with you I could being here a Co-Iudge like others in my place now that you are condemn'd either rayl at you or break jests upon you but I rather chuse to lose a word of good counsel and
entreat you be more carefull in your choyse of company for you are alwayes found either with Misers that not use you at all or with fooles that know not how to use you well Be not hereafter so reserv'd and coy to men of worth and parts and so you shall gaine such credit as at the next Sessions you may be heard with better successe But till you are thus reform'd I pronounce this positive sentence That wheresoever you shall chuse to abide your society shall adde no credit or reputation to the party nor your discontinuance or totall absence be matter of disparagement to any man and whosoever shall hold a contrary estimation of you shall be condemn'd to weare perpetuall Motley unlesse he recant his opinion Now you may voyd the Cout Paenia enters a woman of a pale colour large brims of a hat upon her head through which her haire started up like a fury her Robe was of a dark colourful of patches about one of her hands was tied a chaine of Iron to which was fastned a weighty tone which she bore up under her arm Merc. What Creature 's this Mom. The Antipodes to the other they move like Two Buckets or as two nayles drive out one another Of Riches depart Poverty will enter Pov. I nothing doubt Great and Immortal Powers But that the place your wisedome hath deny'd My foe your Iustice will conferre on me Since that which renders him incapable Proves a strong plea for me I could pretend Even in these rags a larger Soveraignty Then gaudy Wealth in all his pompe can boast For mark how few they are that share the World The numerous Armies and the swarming Ants That fight and royle for them are all my Subjects Thay take my wages weare my Livery Invention too and Wit are both my creatures And the whole race of Vertue is my Off-spring As many mischiefes issue from my wombe And those as mighty as procced from gold Oft o'r his Throne I wave my awfull Scepter And in the bowels of his state command When ' midst his heaps of coyn and hils of gold I pine and starve the avaritious Fool. But I decline those titles and lay claim To heaven by right of Divine contemplation She is my Darling I in my soft lap Free from disturbing cares bargains accounts Leases Rents Stewards and the fear of theeves That vex the rich nurse her in calm repose And with her all the Vertues speculative Which but with me find no secure retreat For entertainment of this hour I le call A race of people to this place that live At Natures charge and not importune heaven To chayn the winds up or keep back the storms To stay the thunder or forbid the hayl To thresh the unreap'd ear but to all weathers The chilling frost and scalding Sun expose Their equall face Come forth my swarthy train In this faire circle dance and as you move Mark and foretell happy events of Love They dance the fifth Antimasque of Gypsies Mom. I cannot but wonder that your perpetual conversation with Poets and Philosophers hath furnished you with no more Logick or that you should think to impose upon us so grosse an inference as because Plutus and you are contrary therefore whatsoever is denyed of the one must be true of the other as if it should follow of necessity because hee is not Iupiter you are No I give you to know I am better vers'd in cavils with the gods than to swallow such a fallacy for though you two cannot be together in one place yet there are many places that may be without you both and such is heaven where neither of you are likely to arrive therefore let me advise you to marry your selfe to Content and beget sage Apothegmes aud goodly morall Sentences in dispraise of Riches and contempt of the world Merc. Thou dost presume too much poor needy wretch To claim a station in the Firmament Because thy humble Cottage or thy Tub Nurses some lazie or Pedantique vertue In the cheap Sun-shine or by shady springs With roots and pot-herbs where thy right hand Tearing those humane passions from the mind Vpon whose stocks fair blooming vertues flourish Degradeth Nature and benummeth sense And Gorgon-like turnes active men to stone Wee not require the dull society Of your necessitated Temperance Or that unnaturall stupidity That knowes nor joy nor sorrow nor your forc'd Falsly exalted passive Fortitude Above the Active This low abject brood That fix their seats in mediocrity Become your servile mind but we advance Such vertues only as admit excesse Brave bounteous Acts Regall Magnificence All-seeing Prudence Magnanimity That knowes no bound and that Heroick vertue For which Antiquity hath left no name But patternes only such as Hercules Achilles Theseus Back to thy loath'd cell And when thou feest the new enlightned Sphere Study to know but what those Worthies were Tyche enters her head bald behind and one great locke before wings at her shoulders and in her hand a wheel her upper parts naked and the skirt of her Garment wrought all over with Crownes Scepters Bookes and such other things as expresse both her greatest and smallest gifts Mom. See where Dame Fortune comes you may know her by her wheele and that vayl over her eyes with which she hopes like a seel'd pigeon to mount above the Clouds and pearch in the eighth Sphere listeen shee begins Fort. I come not here you gods to plead the Right By which Antiquity assign'd my Deity Though no peculiar station mongst the Stars Yet generall power to rule their influence Or boast the Title of Omnipotent Ascrib'd me then by which I rival'd Iove Since you have cancell'd all those old Records But confident in my good cause and merit Claim a succession in the vacant Orb From since Astraea fled to heaven I sit Her Deputy on Earth I hold her skales And weigh mens Fates out who have made me blind Because themselves want eyes to see my causes Call me inconstant 'cause my workes surpasse The shallow fathom of their humane reason Yet here like blinded Iustice I dispence With my impartiall hands their constant lots And if desertlesse impious men engrosse My best rewards the fault is yours you gods That scant your graces to mortality And niggards of your good scarce spare the world One vertuous for a thousand wicked men It is no errour to conferre dignity But to bestow it on a vicious man I gave the dignity but you made the vice Make you men good and I le make good men happy That Plutus is refus'd dismayes me not Hee is my Drudge and the externall pompe In which hee decks the World proceeds from me Not him like Harmony that not resides In strings or notes but in the hand and voyce The revolutions of Empires States Scepters and Crowns are but my game and sport Which as they hang on the events of Warre So those depend upon my turning wheel You warlike Squadrons who in battles
here and in them view The point from which your full perfections grew You naked ancient wild Inhabitants That breath'd this Ayre and prest this flowry Earth Come from those shades where dwels eternall night And see what wonders Time hath brought to light Atlas and the Sphere vanished and a new Scaene appeares of mountaines whose eminent height exceed the Clouds which past beneath them the lower parts were wild and woody out of this place comes forth a more grave Antimasque of Picts the natuall Inhabitants of this Isle ancient Scots and Irish these dance a Perica or Martiall dance When this Antimasque was past there began to arise out of the earth the top of a hill which by little and little grew to bee a huge mountain that covered all the Scaene the under part of this was wild and craggy and above somewhat more pleasant and flourishing about the middle part of this Mountain were seated the three King domes of England Scotland and Ireland all richly attired in regall habits appropriated to the severall Nations with Crowns on their heads Each of them bearing the ancient Armes of the kingdoms they there presented At a distance above these sate a young man in a white embroydered robe upon his fair hair an Olive Garland with wings at his shoulders and holding in his hand a Cornucopia fill'd with corn and fruits representing the Genius of these kingdomes The first Song GENIVS RAise from these rockie cliffs your heads Brave Sonnes and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings where Majesty Crown'd with sweet smiles shoots from her eye Diffusive joy where good and Fair Vnited sit in Honours Chayr Call forth your aged Priests and chrystall streams To warm their hearts and waves in these bright beames KINGDOMES 1. From your consecrated woods Holy Druids 2. Silver floods From your channels fring'd with flowers 3. Hither move forsake your bowers 1. Strew'd with hallowed Oaken leaves Deck'd with flags and sedgie sheaves And behold a wonder 3. Say What doe your duller eyes survay CHORVS of DRVIDS and RIVERS We see at once in dead of night A Sun appear and yet a bright Noon-day springing from Star-light GENIVS Look up and see the darkened Sphere Depriv'd of light her eyes shine there CHORVS These are more sparkling than those were KINGDOMES 1. These shed a nobler influence 2. These by a pure Intelligence Of more transcendent Vertue move 3. These first feel then kindle Love 1. 2. From the bosomes they inspire These receive a mutuall fire 1.2.3 And where their flames impure return These can quench as well as burn GENIVS Here the fair victorious eyes Make worth only Beauties prize Here the band of Vertue tyes Bout the heart Love's amorous chain Captives tryumph Vassals reign And none live here but the slaine CHORUS These are th' Hesperian bowers whose fair trees bear Rich golden fruit and yet no Dragon near GENIVS Then from your impris'ning womb Which is the cradle and the tomb Of Brittish worthies fair sonnes send A troop of Heroes that may lend Their hands to case this loaden grove And gather the ripe fruits of Love KINGDOMS 1.2.3 Open thy stony Entrailes wide And break old Atlas that the pride Of three fam'd kingdomes may be spy'd CHORVS Pace forth thou mighty Brittish Hercules With thy choyce band for only thou and these May revell here in Loves Hesperides At this the under-part of the Rock opens and out of a Cave are seene to come the Masquers richly attyred like ancient Heroes the Colours yellow embroydered with silver their antique Helmes curiously wrought and great plumes on the top before them a troop of young Lords and Noble-mens sonnes bearing Torches of Virgin-wax these were apparelled after the old Brittish fashion in white Coats embroydered with silver girt and full gathered cut square coller'd and round caps on their heads with a white feather wreathen about them first these dance with their lights in their hands After which the Masquers descend into the room and dance their entry The dance being past there appeares in the further part of the heaven comming down a Pleasant Cloud bright and transparent which comming softly down-wards before the upper part of the mountaine embraceth the Genius but so as through it all his body is seen and then rising again with a gentle motion beares up the Genius of the three kingdomes and being past the Airy Region piereeth the heavens and is no more seen At that instant the Rock with the three kingdomes on it sinkes and is hidden in the earth This strange spectacle gave great cause of admiration but especially how so huge a machine and of that great height could come from under the Stage which was but six foot high The Second Song KINGDOMS 1. HEre are shapes form'd fit for heaven 2. Those move gracefully and even 3. Here the Ayre and paces meet So just as if the skilfull feet Had struk the Vials 1.2.3 So the Ear Might the tunefull footing bear CHORVS And had the Musick silent been The eye a moving time had seen GENIVS These must in the unpeopled skie Succeed and govern Destinie Iove is temp'ring purer fire And will with brighter flames attire These gloriouâ— lights I must ascend And help the Work KINGDOMES 1. VVe cannot lend Heaven so much treasure 2. Nor that pay But rendring what it takes away Why should they that here can move So well be ever-fix'd above CHORVS Or be to one eternall posture ty'd That can into such various figures slide GENIVS Iove shall not to enrich the Skie Beggar the Earth their Fame shall fly From hence alone and in the Sphere Kindle new Starres whilst they rest here KINGDOMES 1.2.3 How can the shaft stay in the quiver Yet his the mark GENIVS Did not the River Eridanus the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow Above in streames of golden fire In silver waves below KINGDOMES 1.2.3 But shall not we now thou art gone Who wert our Nature wither Or break that triple Vnion Which thy soul held together GENIVS In Concords pure immortall spring I will my force renew And a more astive Vertue bring At my return Adieu KINGDOMES adieu CHORVS adieu The Masquers dance their maine dance which done the Scaene againe is varied into a new and pleasant prospect cleane differing from all the other the nearest part shewing a delicious Garden with severall walkes and perterra's set round with low trees and on the sides against these walkes were fountaines and grots and in the furthest part a Palace from whence went high walkes upon Arches and above them open Tarraces planted with Cypresse trees and all this together was composed of such Ornaments as might expresse a princely Villa From hence the Chorus descending into the room goes up to the State The third Song By the Chorus going up to the Queen WHilst thus the Darlings of the gods From Honours Temple to the shrine Of beauty and these sweet abodes Of Love we guide let