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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17961	Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty.	Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?; Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Cœlum Britannicum.; Jones, Inigo, 1573-1652.	1640 (1640)	STC 4620; ESTC S107383	70,156	270

Iudges here alleag'd By the dismist Pretenders all concurre To strengthen my just title to the Spheare Honour or Wealth or the contempt of both Have in themselves no simple reall good But as they are the meanes to purchase pleasure The paths that lead to my delicious Palace They for my sake I for mine owne am priz'd Beyond me nothing is I am the Goale The Iourneyes end to which the sweating world And wearied Nature travels For this the best And wisest sect of all Philosophers Made me the seat of supreme happinesse And though some more austere upon my ruines Did to the prejudice of Nature raise Some petty low-built vertues 't was because They wanted wings to reach my soaring pitch Had they beene Princes borne themselves had prov'd Of all mankind the most luxurious For those delights which to their low condition Were obvious they with greedy appetite Suck'd and devour'd from offices of State From cares of family children wife hopes feares Retir'd the churlish 〈◊〉 in his Tub Enjoy'd those pleasures which his tongue defam'd Nor am I rank'd 'mongst the supersluous goods My necessary offices preserve Each single man and propogate the kind Then am I universall as the light Or common Ayre we breath and since I am The generall desire of all mankind Civill Felicity must reside in me Tell me what rate my choycest pleasures beate When for the short delight of a poore draught Of cheape cold water great Lysimachus Rendred himselfe slave to the Scythians Should I the curious structure of my seats The art and beauty of my seuerall objects Rehearse at large your bounties would reserve For every sense a proper cons●…ellation But I present their Persons to your eyes Come forth my subtle Organs of delight With changing figures please the curiouss eye And charme the care with moving Harmony They dance the seventh Antimasque of the five senses Merc Bewitching Syren guilded 〈◊〉 Thou hast with cunning artifice display'd Th' enamel'd outside and the honied verge Of the sai●…e cup where deadly poyson lurks Within a thousand sorrowes dance the round And like a shell Paine circles thee without Griefe is the shadow waiting on thy steps Which as thy joyes ' ginne tow'rds their West decline Doth to a Gyants spreading sorme extend Thy Dwarfish stature Thou thy selse art Paine Greedy intense Desire and the keene edge Of thy fierce Appetite oft strangles thee And cuts thy slender thread but still the terrour And apprehension of thy hasty end Mingles with Gall thy most refined sweets Yet thy Cyrc●…an charmes transforme the world Captaines that have resisted warre and death Nations that over Fortune have triumph'd Are by thy Magicke made effeminate Empires that knew no limits but the Poles Have in thy wanton lap melted away Thou wert the Author of the first excesse That drew this reformation on the gods have Canst thou then dreame those Powers that from heaven Banish'd th' effect will there enthrone th' cause To thy voluptuous Denne fly Witch from hence There dwell for ever drown'd in brutish sense Mom. I concurre and am growne so weary of these tedious pleadings as I 'le packe up too and be gone Besides I see a crowd of other suitors pressing hither I 'le stop 'em take their petitions and preferre 'em above and as I came in bluntly without knocking and no body bid me welcome so I 'le depart as abruptly without taking leave and bid no body fare-well Merc. These with forc'd reasons and strain'd arguments Vrge vaine presences whilst your Actions plead And with a silent importunity Awake the drousie Iustice of the gods To crowne your deeds with immortality The growing Titles of your Ancestors These Nations glorious Acts joyn'd to the stocke Of your owne Royall vertues and the cleare Reflexe they take from th' imitation Of your fam'd Court make Honours storie full And have to that secure fix'd state advanc'd Both you and them to which the labouring world Wading through streames of blood sweats to aspire Those ancient Worthies of these famous Isles That long have slept in fresh and lively shapes Shall strait appeare where you shall see your selfe Circled with moderne Heroes who shall be In Act what ever elder times can boast Noble or Great as they in Prophesie Were all but what you are Then shall you see The sacred hand of bright Eternity Mould you to Stars and fix you in the Spheare To you your Royall halfe to them shee 'll joyne Such of this traine as with industrious steps In the faire prints your vertuous feet have made Though with unequall paces follow you This is decreed by Iove which my returne Shall see perform'd but first be hold the rude And old Abiders 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 flowery Earth Come from those shades where dwels eternall night And see what wonders Time hath brought to light Atlas and the Spheare vanisheth 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 naturall 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 mountaine 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 Mountaine were seated the three kingdomes of England Scotland and Ireland all richly attired in regall habits appropriated to the severall Nations with Crownes on their heads and each of them bearing the ancient Armes of the kingdomes there presented At a distance above these sate a young man in a white embroydered robe upon his faire haire an Olive Garland with wings at his shoulders and holding in his hand a Cornucopia fill'd with corne 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 Faire Vnited sit in Honours Chayre C●…ll forth your aged Priests and chrystall streames To warme their hearts and waves in these bright beames KINGDOMES From your consecrated woods Holy Druids 2. Silver stoods From your channels fring'd with slowers Hither move forsake your bowers S●…rew'd with hallowed Oaken leaves Deck'd with slags and siedgie ●…eaves And behold a wonder 3. S●…y What doe your dul●…r eyes survay CHORVS of DR VIDS and RIVERS We see at once in dead of night A Sunne appeare and yet a bright Noone-day springing from Starre-light GENIVS Looke up and see the darkened Spheare Depriv'd of light her eyes shine there CHORVS These are more sparkling then those