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Poetical exercises written upon several occasions presented and dedicated to Her Royal Highness, Mary, Princess of Orange.
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Cutts, John Cutts, Baron, 1661-1707.
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1687
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Wing C7709; ESTC R9311
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Mind Which pass more swiftly than the fleeting Wind The bright the Chaste Diana I 'le adore She 'll free my Heart from Love's insulting Power Thro' pleasing Groves and o're the healthful Plain She leads the innocent and happy Swain Then farewel guilty Crowds and empty Noise I leave you for more pure and lasting Joys In stately Woods guilded with Morning Rays I 'll teach the Eccho's great Diana's Praise STREPHON and PHILLIS A Dialogue set by Mr. King Servant to his MAJESTY A soft Symphony of Instruments Streph. HEar Phillis hear my humble Tale And then pronounce my Destiny If Truth and Honour can't prevail It is my Fate and I must dye But should my Death Injustice prove It would offend the God of Love And might on you his Vengeance move Phil. Why Shepherd what have I to do With Strephon or his Destiny No no dissembling Wretch 't is you That would contrive to ruine me When by a soft inchanting Art You would a secret Flame impart To Fire the Temple of my heart Stre. What can a wretched Swain contrive Against the force of matchless Charms I only ask that I may live Or if I dye dye in your Arms I languish in so warm Desire And burn with such a Noble Fire As can't without my life expire Phil. Cou'd I your Sighs and Vows believe I should encline to pity you But 't is your Bus'ness to deceive And not your Nature to be true Begon then flatt'ring Youth begon And leave me in these shades alone For if I love I am undone Another Symphony of Instruments CHORUS BUt see what Crowds of Cupids stand to hear And seem to laugh at what we vainly fear Let us like them all Dreams of Ill despise And bravely on to win a noble Prize Friendship A SONG set by Mr. King. FRiendship dwells with Secresie In discreet and faithful Hearts Free from foolish Vanity And Flattery 's dissembling Arts. Others may by Talk and show Let the World their Passion know Ours shall be unseen untold Safe and secure as hidden Gold. Fond and Idle Fops believe Love delights in Noise and State But the Fools themselves deceive And blast the Joys they would create Two serene harmonious Minds Which no meaner Passion blinds Make that quiet blest Retreat Where Love delights to build a Seat. Come my Dearest Phillis come Let 's unfold each other's Breast And in Mists no longer roam But make our selves entirely blest Gently with indulgent Sway Make my yeilding Heart obey And if I unfaithful prove Then may I dye and lose your Love. A SONG Made to a French Tune On Racks of Love distended Here lies a faithful Swain Wishing his Life were ended Or some Respite to his pain The plague of dubious Fate Is an Ill beyond enduring If I am not worth your curing Kill me quickly with your Hate But why should Wit and Beauty Be guilty of such Crimes Sure 't is a Womans Duty To be merciful sometimes With Justice you may slay The ungrateful and aspiring But the Humble and Admiring You should treat a nobler way A SONG Set by Mr. Hart Servant to his Majesty AS gazing on that lovely charming Face My Eys survey the Inchanted Place There there methinks I see The God of Love in all his Gallantry And Troops of lesser Deities attending by While from that glorious Field of mighty Love Cupids in aiery Forms do move And subtily conspire To strengthen Passion and enrage Desire Still conquering ev'ry Heart or setting it on Fire Mine by my unresisting Eyes betray'd And vanquish'd willingly obey'd Nor do I wish to be Again Possessor of my Liberty No Phillis no I love in you ev'n Tyranny Farewell to PHILLIS Set by Mr. King c. ONe Look and I am gone Phillis my Part is done Death your pale Rival's come And calls me home Clasp'd in her frozen Arms I shall be free from Harms And only pity thee In misery For since your kindness is turn'd into Hate From cruel you I 'le flye to kinder Fate Then too late You 'l wish me back again Then too late You 'l pity him your Eyes have slain DESPAIR A SONG set by Mr. Abel Servant to His MAJESTY O You immortal Powers of Love Why do you all my Hopes remove You give me up to certain Fate And force me to be desperate Is it for this I 've sacrific'd My Quiet and the World despis'd To burn to bleed to sigh to groan To Love be wretched and undone When first you did my Soul inspire And I aproach'd your gentle Fire Was I unwilling to forego My Ease and be a Slave to you I hasten'd to the Myrtle Grove And there an Altar rais'd to Love On which my Heart still burning lies Inflam'd at first by Phillis's Eyes She pull'd it from panting Breast And in a Veil of Crimson drest 'T was on the fatal Altar laid By the too rash unthinking Maid For oh I fear she did prophane And take Love's sacred Name in vain For which unhappy Error I By injur'd Love am doom'd to dye The Innocent GAZER A SONG Set by Mr. KING c. LOvely LVCINDA blame not me If on your beauteous looks I gaze How can I help it when I see Something so charming in your Face That like a bright unclowded Sky When in the Air the Sun-beams play It ravishes my wond'ring Eye And warms me with a pleasing Ray. An Air so settled so serene And yet so gay and easie too On all our Plains I have not seen In any other Nymph but you But Fate forbids me to design The mighty Conquest of your breast And I had rather torture mine Than Rob you of one Minutes Rest. A SONG Set by Mr. KING c. ONly tell her that I love Leave the rest to her and Fate Some kind Planet from above May perhaps her pity move Lovers on their Stars must wait Only tell her that I love Why oh why should I despair Mercy 's pictur'd in her Eye If she once vouchsafe to hear Welcome Hope and farewel Fear She 's too good to let me dye Why oh why should I despair A Song set by Mr. King c. THe cruel Nymph had with dissembled Hate Pronounc'd her Strephon's wretched Fate When the Swain saw a Combate in her Eye Youthful and active Love With daring Honour strove And eagerly pursu'd the Victory At length the Imperious Foe was forc'd to yield And Love commanded all the Field Then on her Cheeks his Banners he display'd And in Triumphant State To applaud the Conquerours Fate Legions of Cupids grac'd the lovely Maid On a Fine Lady's Singing A Song set by Mr. King c. HOw like Elizium is the Grove When chaste Dorinda sings of Love It charms the troubled Soul to rest And makes a Calm in ev'ry Brest With various kinds of Harmony She strikes at once the Ear and Eye So soft her Voice and she so Fair Gives double sweetness to the Air. The wretched Strephon dumb with Pain And Grief too heavy to complain When soft Dorinda tunes her Voice Forgets his Woe and dreams of Joys O Lovely Charmer be so kind To ease sometimes a Wretches Mind His Groans with gentler Sounds controul And breathe a Balm into his Soul. Farewel to Love. A SONG set by Mr. King c. STREPHON retiring from the Town Came Musing to a Neighb'ring Grove Where in the Shades he laid him down And to himself thus talk'd of Love. 'T was in the Golden Age said he That Cupid held a peaceful Reign He exercis'd no Tyrany Nor could his Subjects then complain The innocent and faithful Swain Not ty'd to Rules of Birth and State With freedom rambled o're the Plain And like the Turtle chose his Mate The Nymph comply'd without Constraint By her own Fancy only led And never any sad Complaint Disturb'd the happy Lovers Bed. But oh The Golden Age is gone And Cupid's Laws are not the same Love is an empty Name alone 〈◊〉 Fate and Fortune play the Game And must it thus for ever be Will those blest Days return no more Then Thoughts of Love disturb not me I 'le from this Minute give your o're FINIS a Moses b David c St. Paul.
humble Sigh provok'd her Hate Reason an active States-man Wise and Stout Heading the injur'd Native turn'd her out The God of Love will find some gentle Fair To govern in her room but let her swear To hold a merciful and equal Sway And all his old Imperial Laws obey Till she appears no Charms can Strephon move Unless it be the gen'ral Thoughts of Love That thin Camelion-Dyet of the Air Fancy's Idea of an Unknown Fair. For where or what she is Heav'n only knows 'Till Time and Fate the Secret shall disclose But there 's so strange a Magick force in Love The talking on 't sometimes may fatal prove And therefore gentle Nymph let 's have a care And tell no more such Stories now for fear Like Children after talking of a Spright The fancy on 't should make us dream at night To a Young LADY Who was said to be almost in Love. Upon her Recovery I Come bright Virgin to congratulate The blest Reverse of your unhappy Fate Victorious Love whose Violence and Rage No Hero e're could vanquish or asswage Victorious Love that keeps his Slaves in awe That conquers Conqu'rors and gives Monarchs Law Love that by boundless Passion wild Desire Confounds Mankind and sets the World on Fire That Haughty Tyrant that Imperious Foe You have o're-come and lead in Triumph now Whilst Guardian-Angels round about you flye Triumphing at your Souls great Victory Those glorious Servants of the Court above Whose God-like immaterial Beings move And are maintain'd by Harmony and Love Cherish no Flames but what unspotted are That upwards move and have their Object there Their Divine Essence makes 'em disapprove Those Storms of Nature which we take for Love. And you like one of them have scorn'd your Mind Should harbour any Flame that 's not refin'd Love when submissive innocent and pure You could within your gentle Breast endure Within those unpolluted Walls it lay As Harbinger to some more happy Day But when the growing Fire began to burn Too fierce and Love did to Disorder turn You then inspir'd by some Diviner Flame It s dang'rous Violence did quickly tame With mighty Thoughts the raging Storm supprest And threw the Viper from your panting Breast May Heav'n be kind and take a special Care Of one so very Good and yet so Fair. To a LADY Who desired me not to be in Love with her I will obey you to my utmost power You cannot ask nor I engage for more But if when I have try'd my utmost Skill A Tyde of Love drives back my floating Will When on the naked Beach you see me lye For Pity 's sake you must not let me dye Take Pattern by the glorious God of Day And raise no Storms but what you mean to lay He when the Charms of his attractive Eye Have stir'd up Vapours and disturb'd the Sky Le ts Nature weep and sigh a little while And then revives her with a pleasing smile If 't is to try me use me as you please But when that Tryal's over give me ease Don't torture one that wishes you no harm Prepare to cure me or forbear to Charm. MUSARUM ORIGO OR The Original and Excellence of the Muses I Sing the Muses great and glorious Birth Those spotless Nymphs that bless'd the Infant Earth Conceiv'd by Heavenly Dew and born of Thought E're Heathen Gods a spurious Brood begot A far more lovely and delightful Race Than that of the Castalian Sisters was Celestial Nymphs assist my lab'ring Pen And what you give shall be your own agen In dissolute and undiscerning times When Vice unmasks and Vertues pass for Crimes The sacred Gift of charming-Poetry Is look'd on with a slight and scornful Eye But if we trace the steps of former Years It 's high Descent and Dignity appears 'T was first reveal'd to that illustrious Man With whom Religious Rites and Laws began And can we think that God would e're impart To such a one a mean or trivial Art When Israel with a wonder pass'd the Sea And saw how Fate pursu'd their Enemy Who thought like them to have escap'd the Waves But soon were bury'd in their wat'ry Graves Upon their mind to strike the blessing home And make 'em fit for Dangers yet to come Their Godlike Chief employ'd the Poets Art And blew the Fire that warm'd the Peoples Heart This Gift the valiant Hebrew General knew Who was a Poet and a Souldier too To make him fully after Gods own Heart Heav'n thought it fit this Blessing to impart And with such force of thought he was inspir'd A while his Hearers lift'ned and admir'd And found their Blood at last to Action fir'd He painted Suff'rings with such charming Graces That willing People ran to their Embraces Despis'd a present Gain or vain Applause And chose to suffer in a glorious Cause He rais'd the Mind above the reach of Fear And arm'd the Souldier for approching War Instructing what was still the safest Shield And who were always sure to win the Field For in a Cause that 's just to live or dye Is to the Brave an equal Victory Alive in bleeding Foes their Swords they sheath And if they fall themselves they vanquish Death Religion which hath nat'rally a Face Adorn'd with sweetness and Celestial Grace In his fine Thoughts in his soft Numbers drest Has Charms too ravishing to be express'd He shew'd the Vanity of Hopes and Fears Which anxiously depend on future years Since all our Destinys are form'd above And in a firm unshaken Order move And that which made his Copies take with All He was Himself their great Original As Prophets most successfully will teach When in their Lives they practice what they Preach How finely twisted is the Chain of Fate When Heaven had fitted him for things so great And laid the Scenes of all his future Sate The Curtain drew and like a rising Sun The God-like Youth his glorious Race begun His Soul which was illustrious from his Birth Tho' yet conceal'd and lodg'd in common Earth Broke thro' the Clouds which had its Rays opprest And shew'd the Hero blooming in his Breast The Envious view'd him with a Jealous Eye Enrag'd to see his Vertue soar so high They knew his Rural Life and low Descent And wond'red what the busie Planets meant Unmov'd he stood upon the brink of Fate The Object of an angry Monarch's Hate Banish'd the Court in Troubles and Disgrace Expos'd to shifts and driven from place to place Heav'n's usual way to form the greatest Minds As Trees take Root when shaken by the Winds But 't is in vain to strive with Destiny What is Decreed in Heav'n will surely be That God who had resolv'd to make him great Dash'd all his Foes and laid 'em at his Feet He laugh'd at all their Policy and Strife And bless'd the World with his illustrious Life When wanted in the Council or the Field To fruitful pains he made his pleasure yield His Wit was busi'd with important