yet in Beauty than in Rank the Queen Thus nothing to her Genius was deny'd But like a Ball of Fire the further thrown Still with a greater Blaze she shone And her bright Soul broke out on ev'ry side What next she had design'd Heaven only knows To such Immod'rate Growth her Conquest rose That Fate alone their Progress could oppose VIII Now all those Charmes that blooming Grace The well-proportion'd Shape and beauteous Face Shall never more be seen by Mortal Eyes In Earth the much lamented Virgin lies Not Wit nor Piety could Fate prevent Nor was the cruel Destiny content To finish all the Murder at a Blow To sweep at once her Life and Beauty too But like a hardn'd Fellon took a pride To work more Mischievously slow And plunder'd first and then destroy'd O double Sacriledge on things Divine To rob the Relique and deface the Shrine But thus Orinda dy'd Heav'n by the same Disease did both translate As equal were their Souls so equal was their Fate IX Mean time her Warlike Brother on the Seas His waving Streamers to the Winds displays And vows for his Return with vain Devotion pays Ah Generous Youth that Wish forbear The Winds too soon will waft thee here Slack all thy Sailes and fear to come Alas thou know'st not Thou art wreck'd at home No more shalt thou behold thy Sisters Face Thou hast already had her last Embrace But look aloft and if thou ken'st from far Among the Pleiad's a New-kindl'd Star If any sparkles than the rest more bright 'T is she that shines in that propitious Light X. When in mid-Aire the Golden Trump shall sound To raise the Nations under ground When in the Valley of Jehosaphat The Judging God shall close the Book of Fate And there the last Assizes keep For those who Wake and those who Sleep When ratling Bones together fly From the four Corners of the Skie When Sinews o're the Skeletons are spread Those cloath'd with Flesh and Life inspires the Dead The Sacred Poets first shall hear the Sound And formost from the Tomb shall bound For they are cover'd with the lightest Ground And streight with in-born Vigour on the Wing Like mounting Larkes to the New Morning sing There Thou Sweet Saint before the Quire shalt go As Harbinger of Heav'n the Way to show The Way which thou so well hast learn'd below J. Dryden The Epitaph Engraved on her TOMB P. M. S. Annae Killigrew Doctoris KILLIGREW Filiae Quae in ipso AEtatis flore Obiit JUNII 16. 1685. HEu jacet fato victa Quae stabat ubique victrix Forma ingenio religione Plura collegerat in se Vnâ Quà m vel sparsa mireris in omnibus Talem quis pingat nisi penicillo quod tractavit Aut quis canat nisi Poëta sui similis Cum tanta sciret hoc Vnum ignoravit Quanta nempe esset Aut si nor it Mirare Modestiam Tantis incorruptam dotibus Laudes meruisse satis illi fuit Has ne vel audiret laudatores omnes fugerat Contenta paterno Lare Dum sibi Aula patebat adulatrix Mundum sapere an potuit Quae ab infantia Christum sapuerat Non modo semper Virgo Sed virginum Exemplar Gentis suae Decus AEvi Splendor Sexus Miraculum Nullâ Vertute inferior cuiquam Cuilibet superior multâ Optimi Deliciae patris Etiam numerosâ optimâque prole fortunatissimi Priorem tamen invidit nemo Seu frater seu soror Quin potius coluere omnes omnibus suavem officiosam Amorisque commune Vinculum Centrum Vix ista credes Hanc si nescieris Credet majora qui scierit Abi Viator Plange Si eam plangi oporteat Cui tam piè morienti Vel Coelites plauserint The same Turned into English BY Death alas here Conquer'd lies She who from All late bore the Prize In Beauty Wit Vertue Divine In whom those Graces did combine Which we admir'd in others see When they but singly scatter'd be Who her so Great can paint beside The Pencil her own Hand did guide What Verse can celebrate her Fame But such as She herself did frame Though much Excellence she did show And many Qualities did know Yet this alone she could not tell To wit How much she did excel Or if her Worth she rightly knew More to her Modesty was due That Parts in her no Pride could raise Desirous still to merit Praise But fled as she deserv'd the Bays Contented always to retire Court Glory she did not admire Although it lay so neer and faire It 's Grace to none more open were But with the World how should she close Who Christ in her first Childhood chose So with her Parents she did live That they to Her did Honour give As she to them In a Num'rous Race And Vertuous the highest Place None envy'd her Sisters Brothers Her Admirers were and Lovers She was to all s'obliging sweet All in One Love to her did meet A Virgin-Life not only led But it 's Example might be said The Ages Ornament the Name That gave her Sex and Country Fame Those who her Person never knew Will hardly think these things are true But those that did will More believe And higher things of her conceive Thy Eyes in tears now Reader steep For Her if 't lawful be to weep Whose blessed and Seraphique End Angels in Triumph did attend Alexandreis I Sing the Man that never Equal knew Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue Whose Conquests through the spacious World do ring That City-Raser King-destroying King Who o're the Warlike Macedons did Reign And worthily the Name of Great did gain This is the Prince if Fame you will believe To ancient Story any credit give Who when the Globe of Earth he had subdu'd With Tears the easie Victory pursu'd Because that no more Worlds there were to win No further Scene to act his Glorys in Ah that some pitying Muse would now inspire My frozen style with a Poetique fire And Raptures worthy of his Matchless Fame Whose Deeds I sing whose never fading Name Long as the world shall fresh and deathless last No less to future Ages then the past Great my presumption is I must confess But if I thrive my Glory 's ne're the less Nor will it from his Conquests derogate A Female Pen his Acts did celebrate If thou O Muse wilt thy assistance give Such as made Naso and great Maro live With him whom Melas fertile Banks did bear Live though their Bodies dust and ashes are Whose Laurels were not fresher than their Fame Is now and will for ever be the same If the like favour thou wilt grant to me O Queen of Verse I 'll not ungrateful be My choicest hours to thee I 'll Dedicate 'T is thou shalt rule 't is thou shalt be my Fate But if Coy Goddess thou shalt this deny And from my humble suit disdaining fly I 'll stoop and beg no more since I know this Writing of him
Groves all Earthly that excel And think to wean us from our Loves below By dazling Objects which we cannot know On Death TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so Thou gentle drier o' th' afflicteds Tears Thou noble ender of the Cowards Fears Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad dispaire Thou Calm t'Ambitions rough Tempestuous Care If in regard of Bliss thou wert a Curse And then the Joys of Paradise art worse Yet after Man from his first Station fell And God from Eden Adam did expel Thou wert no more an Evil but Relief The Balm and Cure to ev'ry Humane Grief Through thee what Man had forfeited before He now enjoys and ne'r can loose it more No subtile Serpents in the Grave betray Worms on the Body there not Soul do prey No Vice there Tempts no Terrors there afright No Coz'ning Sin affords a false delight No vain Contentions do that Peace annoy No feirce Alarms break the lasting Joy Ah since from thee so many Blessings flow Such real Good as Life can never know Come when thou wilt in thy afrighting'st Dress Thy Shape shall never make thy Welcome less Thou mayst to Joy but ne'er to Fear give Birth Thou Best as well as Certain'st thing on Earth Fly thee May Travellers then fly their Rest And hungry Infants fly the profer'd Brest No those that faint and tremble at thy Name Fly from their Good on a mistaken Fame Thus Childish fear did Israel of old From Plenty and the Promis'd Land with-hold They fancy'd Giants and refus'd to go When Canaan did with Milk and Honey flow First EPIGRAM Upon being Contented with a Little WE deem them moderate but Enough implore What barely will suffice and ask no more Who say O Jove a competency give Neither in Luxury or Want we 'd live But what is that which these Enough do call If both the Indies unto some should fall Such Wealth would yet Enough but onely be And what they 'd term not Want or Luxury Among the Suits O Jove my humbler take A little give I that Enough will make The Second EPIGRAM On BILLINDA WAnton Bellinda loudly does complain I 've chang'd my Love of late into disdain Calls me unconstant cause I now adore The chast Marcella that lov'd her before Sin or Dishonour me as well may blame That I repent or do avoid a shame The Third EPIGRAM On an ATHEIST POsthumus boasts he does not Thunder fear And for this cause would Innocent appear That in his Soul no Terrour he does feel At threatn'd Vultures or Ixion's Wheel Which fright the Guilty But when Fabius told What Acts 'gainst Murder lately were enrol'd 'Gainst Incest Rapine straight upon the Tale His Colour chang'd and Posthumus grew pale His Impious Courage had no other Root But that the Villaine Atheist was to boot The Fourth EPIGRAM On GALLA NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Cold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow Now Tibers Banks with Ice united meet And it 's firm Stream may well be term'd its Street Now Vot'ries 'fore the Shrines like Statues show And scarce the Men from Images we know Now Winters Palsey seizes ev'ry Age And none's so warm but feels the Seasons Rage Even the bright Lillies and triumphant Red Which o're Corinna's youthful cheeks are spred Look pale and bleak and shew a purple hew And Violets staine where Roses lately grew Galla alone with wonder we behold Maintain her Spring and still out-brave the Cold Her constant white does not to Frost give place Nor fresh Vermillion fade upon her face Sure Divine beauty in this Dame does shine Not Humane one reply'd yet not Divine A Farewel To Worldly Joys FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes Ye Gilded Nothings Gaudy Toyes Too long ye have my Soul misled Too long with Aiery Diet fed But now my Heart ye shall no more Deceive as you have heretofore For when I hear such Sirens sing Like Ithacas's fore-warned King With prudent Resolution I Will so my Will and Fancy tye That stronger to the Mast not he Than I to Reason bound will be And though your Witchcrafts strike my Ear Unhurt like him your Charms I 'll hear THE Complaint of a Lover SEest thou younder craggy Rock Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main Where never Shepherd fed his Flock Or careful Peasant sow'd his Grain No wholesome Herb grows on the same Or Bird of Day will on it rest 'T is Barren as the Hopeless Flame That scortches my tormented Breast Deep underneath a Cave does lie Th' entrance hid with dismal Yew Where Phebus never shew'd his Eye Or cheerful Day yet pierced through In that dark Melancholy Cell Retreate and Sollace to my Woe Love sad Dispair and I do dwell The Springs from whence my Griefs do flow Treacherous Love that did appear When he at first approach't my Heart Drest in a Garb far from severe Or threatning ought of future smart So Innocent those Charms then seem'd When Rosalinda first I spy'd Ah! Who would them have deadly deem'd But Flowrs do often Serpents hide Beneath those sweets conceal'd lay To Love the cruel Foe Disdain With which alas she does repay My Constant and Deserving Pain When I in Tears have spent the Night With Sighs I usher in the Sun Who never saw a sadder sight In all the Courses he has run Sleep which to others Ease does prove Comes unto me alas in vain For in my Dreams I am in Love And in them too she does Disdain Some times t' Amuse my Sorrow I Unto the hollow Rocks repair And loudly to the Eccho cry Ah! gentle Nimph come ease my Care Thou who times past a Lover wer 't Ah! pity me who now am so And by a sense of thine own smart Alleviate my Mighty Woe Come Flatter then or Chide my Grief Catch my last Words and call me Fool Or say she Loves for my Relief My Passion either sooth or School Love the Soul of Poetry WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight His Muse in Low but Graceful Numbers walk't And now and then a little Proudly stalk't But never aim'd at any noble Flight The Herds the Groves the gentle purling Streams Adorn'd his Song and were his highest Theams But Love these Thoughts like Mists did soon disperse Enlarg'd his Fancy and set free his Muse Biding him more Illustrious Subjects choose The Acts of Gods and God-like Men reherse From thence new Raptures did his Breast inspire His fearce Warm-Heart converted was to Fire Th' exalted Poet rais'd by this new Flame With Vigor flys where late he crept along And Acts Divine in a Diviner Song Commits to the eternal Trompe of Fame And thus Alexis does prove Love to be As the Worlds Soul the Soul of Poetry To my Lady Berkeley Afflicted upon her Son My Lord BERKELEY's Early Engaging in the Sea Service SO the renown'd Ithacâ—â—â—ian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was seen When leaving Home he did attempt the Ire Of rageing
Darkness that you meet IV. Follow th' Infernal Wave Until it spread into a Floud Poysoning the Creatures of the Wood There twice a day a Slave I know not for what Impious Thing Bears thence the Liquor of that Spring It adds to the sad Place To hear how at each Pace He curses God Himself his Load For such his Forlorn Case V. Next make no Noyse nor talk Until th' art past a Narrow Glade Where Light does only break the Shade 'T is a Murderers Walk Observing this thou need'st not fear He sleeps the Day or Wakes elsewhere Though there 's no Clock or Chime The Hour he did his Crime His Soul awakes His Conscience quakes And warns him that 's the Time VI. Thy Steps must next advance Where Horrour Sin and Spectars dwell Where the Woods Shade seems turn'd Hell Witches here Nightly Dance And Sprights joyn with them when they call The Murderer dares not view the Ball. For Snakes and Toads conspire To make them up a Quire And for their Light And Torches bright The Fiends dance all on fire VII Press on till thou descrie Among the Trees sad gastly wan Thinne as the Shadow of a Man One that does ever crie She is not and she ne're will be Despair and Death come swallow me Leave him and keep thy way No more thou now canst stray Thy Feet do stand In Sorrows Land It 's Kingdomes every way VIII Here Gloomy Light will shew Reard like a Castle to the Skie A Horrid Cliffe there standing nigh Shading a Creek below In which Recess there lies a Cave Dreadful as Hell still as the Grave Sea-Monsters there abide The coming of the Tide No Noise is near To make them fear God-sleep might there reside IX But when the Boysterous Seas With Roaring Waves resumes this Cell You 'd swear the Thunders there did dwell So lowd he makes his Plea So Tempests bellow under ground And Ecchos multiply the Sound This is the place I chose Changeable like my Woes Now calmly Sad Then Raging Mad As move my Bitter Throwes X. Such Dread besets this Part That all the Horrour thou hast past Are but Degrees to This at last The sight must break thy Heart Here Bats and Owles that hate the Light Fly and enjoy Eternal Night Scales of Serpents Fish-bones Th'Adders Eye and Toad-stones Are all the Light Hath blest my Sight Since first began my Groans XI When thus I lost the Sense Of all the heathful World calls Bliss And held it Joy those Joys to miss When Beauty was Offence Celestial Strains did read the Aire Shaking these Mansions of Despaire A Form Divine and bright Stroke Day through all that Night As when Heav'ns Queen In Hell was seen With wonder and affright XII The Monsters fled for fear The Terrors of the Cursed Wood Dismantl'd were and where they stood No longer did appear The Gentle Pow'r which wrought this thing Eudora was who thus did sing Dissolv'd is Cloris spell From whence thy Evils fell Send her this Clue 'T is there most due â—â—d thy Phantastick Hell Upon a Little Lady Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person I. HOw comes the Day orecast the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon as if his Course were run He never rose more proud more glad more gay Ne're courted Daphne with a brighter Ray And now in Clouds he wraps his Head As if not Daphne but himself were dead And all the little Winged Troop Forbear to sing and sit and droop The Flowers do languish on their Beds And fading hang their Mourning Heads The little Cupids discontented shew In Grief and Rage one breaks his Bow An other tares his Cheeks and Haire A third fits blubring in Despaire Confessing though in Love he be A Powerful Dreadful Deitie A Child in Wrath can do as much as he Whence is this Evil hurl'd On all the sweetness of the World Among those Things with Beauty shine Both Humane natures and Divine There was not so much sorrow spi'd No not that Day the sweet Adonis died II. Ambitious both to know the Ill and to partake The little Weeping Gods I thus bespake Ye Noblest Pow'rs and Gentlest that Above Govern us Men but govern still with Love Vouchsafe to tell what can that Sorrow be Disorders Heaven and wounds a Deitie My Prayer not spoken out One of the Winged Rout With Indignation great Sprung from his Airie-Seat And mounting to a Higher Cloud With Thunder or a Voice as loud Cried Mortal there there seek the Grief o'th'Gods Where thou findst Plagues and their revengeful Rods And in the Instant that the Thing was meant He bent his Bow his Arrow plac't and to the mark it sent I follow'd with my watchful Eye To the Place where the Shaft did flie But O unheard-of Prodigy It was retorted back again And he that sent it felt the pain Alas I think the little God was therewith slain But wanton Darts ne're pierce where Honours found And those that shoot them do their own Breasts wound III. The Place from which the Arrow did return Swifter then sent and with the speed did burn Was a Proud Pile which Marble Columnes bare Tarrast beneath and open to the Aire On either side Cords of wove Gold did tie A purfl'd Curtain hanging from on high To clear the Prospect of the stately Bower And boast the Owners Dignity and Power This shew'd the Scene from whence Loves grief arose And Heaven and Nature both did discompose A little Nymph whose Limbs divinely bright Lay like a Body of Collected Light But not to Love and Courtship so disclos'd But to the Rigour of a Dame oppos'd Who instant on the Faire with Words and Blows Now chastens Error and now Virtue shews IV. But O thou no less Blind Than Wild and Savage Mind Who Discipline dar'st name Thy Outrage and thy shame And hop'st a Radiant Crown to get All Stars and Glory to thy Head made fit Know that this Curse alone shall Serpent-like incircle it May'st thou henceforth be ever seen to stand Grasping a Scourge of Vipers in thy Hand Thy Hand that Furie like But see By Apollos Sacred Tree By his ever Tuneful Lyre And his bright Image the Eternal Fire Eudoras she has done this Deed And made the World thus in its Darling bleed I know the Cruel Dame Too well instructed by my Flame But see her shape But see her Face In her Temple such is Diana's Grace Behold her Lute upon the Pavement lies When Beautie 's wrong'd no wonder Musick dies V. What blood of Centaurs did thy Bosom warme And boyle the Balsome there up to a Storme Nay Balsome flow'd not with so soft a Floud As thy Thoughts Evenly Virtuous Mildly Good How could thy Skilful and Harmonious Hand That Rage of Seas and People could command And calme Diseases with the Charming strings Such Discords make in the whole Name of Things But now I see the Root of thy Rash Pride Because thou didst Excel the World beside And it in Beauty