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A54716	Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.; Poems. Selections	Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Horace. English.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Mort de Pompée. English.	1667 (1667)	Wing P2033; ESTC R19299	158,166	358

March 16. 1661 2. Page 145 Poem 100 A Triton to Lucasia going to Sea Page 146 Poem 101 Orinda upon little Hector Philips Page 148 Poem 102 To the Lady E. Boyle Page 149 Poem 103 To my Lord Duke of Ormond upon the late Plot. Page 150 Poem 104 To the Countess of Roscomon with a Copy of Pompey Page 151 Poem 105 On the death of the truly honourable Sir Walter Lloyd Knight Page 152 Poem 106 Orinda to Lucasia Page 153 Poem 107 To Celimena Page 154 Poem 108 An Answer to another perswading a Lady to Marriage Page 155 Poem 109 Lucasia and Orinda parting with Pastora and Phillis at Ipswich Page 156 Poem 110 Epitaph on my truly honoured P. Scipio Page ib. Poem 111 To Mr. Sam. Cooper having taken Lucasia 's Picture given December 14. 1660. Page 158 Poem 112 Parting with a friend Page 159 Poem 113 To my dearest friend upon her shunning Grandeur Page 161 Poem 114 To Pastora being with her friend Page 163 Poem 115 To my Lord and Lady Dungannon on their marriage May 11. 1662. Page 165 Poem 116 To his Grace Gilbert Lord Arch-Bishop of Canterbury July 10. 1664. Page 166 Poem 117 La Solitude de St. Amant in French and English Page 170 Poem 118 Tendres desers out of French Prose Page 184 Poem 119 Amanti ch' in pianti c. Page ib. Poem 120 A Pastoral of Mons de Scudery 's in the first Volume of Almahide Englished Page ibid. Poem 121 Translation of Thomas a Kempis into verse out of Mons Corneille Page 196 Poem 122 Pompey a Tragedy Poem 123 Horace a Tragedy Translated from Monsieur Corneille IMPRIMATUR Aug. 20. 1667. Roger L'Estrange POEMS Vpon the double Murther of K. CHARLES I. in Answer to a Libellous Copy of Rimes by Vavasor Powell I Think not on the State nor am concern'd Which way soever the great Helm is turn'd But as that son whose father 's danger nigh Did force his native dumbness and untie The fetter'd organs so this is a cause That will excuse the breach of Nature's laws Silence were now a sin nay Passion now Wise men themselves for Merit would allow What noble eye could see and careless pass The dying Lion kick'd by every Ass Has Charles so broke God's Laws he must not have A quiet Crown nor yet a quiet Grave Tombs have been Sanctuaries Thieves lie there Secure from all their penalty and fear Great Charles his double misery was this Unfaithful Friends ignoble Enemies Had any Heathen been this Prince's foe He would have wept to see him injur'd so His Title was his Crime they 'd reason good To quarrel at the Right they had withstood He broke God's Laws and therefore he must die And what shall then become of thee and I Slander must follow Treason but yet stay Take not our Reason with our King away Though you have seiz'd upon all our defence Yet do not sequester our common Sense Christ will be King but I ne're understood His Subjects built his Kingdom up with blood Except their own or that he would dispence With his commands though for his own defence Oh! to what height of horrour are they come Who dare pull down a crown tear up a Tomb On the numerous Access of the English to wait upon the King in Flanders HAsten Great Prince unto thy British Isles Or all thy Subjects will become Exiles To thee they flock thy Presence is their home As Pompey's Camp where e're it mov'd was Rome They that asserted thy Just Cause go hence To testifie their joy and reverence And those th●● did not now by wonder taught Go to confess and expiate their fault So that if thou dost stay thy gasping Land It self will empty on the Belgick sand Where the affrighted Dutchman does profess He thinks it an Invasion not Address As we unmonarch'd were for want of thee So till thou come we shall unpeopled be None but the close Fanatick will remain Who by our Loyalty his ends will gain And he th' exhausted Land will quickly find As desolate a place as he design'd For England though grown old with woes will see Her long deny'd and Sovereign Remedy So when old Jacob could but credit give That his prodigious Joseph still did live Joseph that was preserved to restore Their lives that would have taken his before It is enough said he to Egypt I Will go and see him once before I die Arion on a Dolphin To his Majesty at his passage into England WHom does this stately Navy bring O! 't is Great Britain's Glorious King Convey him then ye Winds and Seas Swift as Desire and calm as Peace In your Respect let him survey What all his other Subjects pay And prophesie to them again The splendid smoothness of his Reign Charles and his mighty hopes you bear A greater now than Caesar's here Whose Veins a richer Purple boast Than ever Hero's yet engrost Sprung from a Father so august He triumphs in his very dust In him two Miracles we view His Vertue and his Safety too For when compell'd by Traitors crimes To breathe and bow in forreign Climes Expos'd to all the rigid fate That does on wither'd Greatness wait Plots against Life and Conscience laid By Foes pursu'd by Friends betray'd Then Heaven his secret potent friend Did him from Drugs and Stabs defend And what 's more yet kept him upright ' Midst flattering Hope and bloudy Fight Cromwell his whole Right never gain'd Defender of the Faith remain'd For which his Predecessors fought And writ but none so dearly bought Never was Prince so much besieged At home provok'd abroad obliged Nor ever Man resisted thus No not great Athanasius No help of Friends could or Foes spight To fierce Invasion him invite Revenge to him no pleasure is He spar'd their bloud who gap'd for his Blush'd any hands the English Crown Should fasten on him but their own As Peace and Freedom with him went With him they came from Banishment That he might his Dominions win He with himself did first begin And that best victory obtain'd His Kingdom quickly he regain'd Th' illustrious suff'rings of this Prince Did all reduce and all convince He only liv'd with such success That the whole world would fight with less Assistant Kings could but subdue Those Foes which he can pardon too He thinks no Slaughter-trophees good Nor Laurels dipt in Subjects blood But with a sweet resistless art Disarms the hand and wins the heart And like a God doth rescue those Who did themselves and him oppose Go wondrous Prince adorn that Throne Which Birth and Merit make your own And in your Mercy brighter shine Than in the Glories of your Line Find Love at home and abroad Fear And Veneration every where Th' united world will you allow Their Chief to whom the English bow And Monarchs shall to yours resort As Sheba's Queen to Judah's Court Returning thence constrained more To wonder envy and adore Discovered Rome will hate your Crown But she shall

secret Contract past below There Love into Identity does go 'T is the first unities Monarchique Throne The Centre that knits all where the great Three 's but One Abraham Cowley The Table Poem 1 UPon the double Murther of K. Charles I. in answer to a libellous Copy of Rymes made by Vavasor Powell Page 1 Poem 2 On the numerous Access of the English to wait upon the King in Flanders Page 2 Poem 3 Arion on a Dolphin To his Majesty at his passage into England Page 3 Poem 4 On the fair weather just at the Coronation it having rained immediately before and after Page 5 Poem 5 To the Queen's Majesty on her arrival at Portsmouth May 14. 1662. Page ib. Poem 6 To the Queen-Mother's Majesty Jan. 1. 1660 1. Page 7 Poem 7 Vpon the Princess Royal her Return into England Page 8 Poem 8 On the Death of the illustrious Duke of Gloucester Page 9 Poem 9 To her Royal Highness the Dutchess of York on her commanding me to send her some things that I had written Page 11 Poem 10 On the Death of the Queen of Bohemia Page 12 Poem 11 On the third of September 1651. Page 13 Poem 12 To the noble Palaemon on his incomparable Discourse of Friendship Page 14 Poem 13 To the Right honourable Alice Countess of Carbury at her coming into Wales Page 16 Poem 14 To Sir Edward Deering the noble Silvander on his Dream and Navy personating Orinda 's preferring Rosania before Solomon 's Traffick to Ophir Page 17 Poem 15 To Mr. Henry Lawes Page 18 Poem 16 A Sea-voyage from Tenby to Bristol begun Sept. 5. 1652. sent from Bristol to Lucasia Sept. 8. 1652. Page 19 Poem 17 Friendship 's Mystery To my dearest Lucasia Page 21 Poem 18 Content to my dearest Lucasia Page 22 Poem 19 A Dialogue of Absence 'twixt Lucasia and Orinda Set by Mr. Henry Lawes Page 25 Poem 20 To my dearest Sister Mrs. C. P. on her marriage Page 26 Poem 21 To Mr. Henry Vaughan Silurist on his Poems Page 27 Poem 22 A retired friendship to Ardelia Page 28 Poem 23 To Mrs. Mary Carne when Philaster courted her Page 30 Poem 24 To Mr. J. B. the noble Cr●tander upon a Composition of his which he was not willing to own publickly Page 31 Poem 25 To the Excellent Mrs. Anne Owen upon her receiving the name of Lucasia and adoption into our Society December 28. 1651. Page 32 Poem 26 To the truly noble Mrs. Anne Owen On my first Approches Page 33 Poem 27 Lucasia Page 34 Poem 28 Wiston Vault Page 36 Poem 29 Friendship in Embleme or the Seal to my dearest Lucasia Page ib. Poem 30 In memory of F. P. who dyed at Acton May 24. 1660. at 12. and ½ of age Page 39 Poem 31 In memory of that excellent person Mrs. Mary Lloyd of Bodidrist in Denbigh-shire who dyed Nov. 13. 1656. after she came thither from Pembroke-shire Page 42 Poem 32 To the truly competent judge of Honour Lucasia upon a scandalous Libel made by J. J. Page 45 Poem 33 To Antenor on a Paper of mine which J. J. threatens to publish to prejudice him Page 47 Poem 34 Rosania shadowed whilst Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 48 Poem 35 To the Queen of inconstancy Regina Collier in Antwerp Page 50 Poem 36 To my excellent Lucasia on our friendship Page 51 Poem 37 Rosania 's private Marriage Page 52 Poem 38 Injuria Amicitiae Page 53 Poem 39 To Regina Collier on her cruelty to Philaster Page 55 Poem 40 To Philaster on his Melancholy for Regina Page ib. Poem 41 Philoclea 's parting Page 56 Poem 42 To Rosania now Mrs. Montague being with her Page ib. Poem 43 To my Lucasia Page 58 Poem 44 On Controversies in Religion Page 59 Poem 45 To the honoured Lady E. C. Page 61 Poem 46 Parting with Lucasia a Song Page 65 Poem 47 Against Pleasure Set tby Dr. Coleman Page 66 Poem 48 A Prayer Page 68 Poem 49 To Mrs. M. A. upon absence Page 69 Poem 50 To Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 70 Poem 51 In memory of Mr. Cartwright Page 71 Poem 52 Mr. Francis Finch the excellent Palaemon Page 72 Poem 53 To Mrs. M. A. at parting Page 74 Poem 54 To my dearest Antenor on his parting Page 76 Poem 55 Engraven on Mr. John Collier 's Tomb-stone at Bedlington Page 77 Poem 56 On the little Regina Collier on the same Tomb-stone Page 78 Poem 57 Friendship Page ib. Poem 58 The Enquiry Page 80 Poem 59 To my Lucasia in defence of declared friendship Page 82 Poem 60 A Resvery Page 86 Poem 61 A Country-life Page 88 Poem 62 To Mrs. Wogan my honoured friend on the death of her Husband Page 91 Poem 63 In memory of the most justly honoured Mrs. Owen of Orielton Page 92 Poem 64 A Friend Page 94 Poem 65 L' Accord du Bien Page 98 Poem 66 Invitation to the Country Page 103 Poem 67 In memory of Mrs. E. H. Page 104 Poem 68 On Rosania 's Apostacy and Lucasia 's friendship Page 106 Poem 69 To my Lady Eliz. Boyle singing Now Affairs c. Page 107 Poem 70 Submission Page 108 Poem 71 2 Cor. 5. 19. God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself Page 110 Poem 72 The World Page 111 Poem 73 The Soul Page 114 Poem 74 Happiness Page 118 Poem 75 Death Page 119 Poem 76 To the Queen's Majesty on her late sickness and Recovery Page 121 Poem 77 Ode upon Retirement Page 122 Poem 78 The Irish Grey-hound Page 125 Poem 79 Song to the tune of Sommes nous pas trop heureux Page 126 Poem 80 A Dialogue betwixt Lucasia Rosania imitating that of gentle Thersis Page ib. Poem 81 Song to the Tune of Adieu Phillis Page 127 Poem 82 An Epitaph on my honoured Mother Mrs. Philips of Portheynon in Cardigan-shire who dyed Jan. 1. 1662 3. Page 128 Poem 83 Lucasia Rosania and Orinda parting at a Fountain July 1663. Page 129 Poem 84 A Farewel to Rosania Page 130 Poem 85 To my Lady Anne Boyle saying I looked angrily upon her Page ib. Poem 86 On the Welsh Language Page 131 Poem 87 To the Countess of Thanet upon her marriage Page 132 Poem 88 Epitapb on her Son H. P. at St. Syth's Church where her body also lies interred Page 134 Poem 89 On the death of my Lord Rich only Son to the Earl of Warwick who dyed of the small Pox 1664. Page 135 Poem 90 The Virgin Page 136 Poem 91 Vpon the graving of her name upon a Tree in Barne-Elms Walks Page 137 Poem 92 To my dearest friend Mrs. A. Owen upon her greatest loss Page ib. Poem 93 Orinda to Lucasia parting October 1661. at London Page 139 Poem 94 On the first of January 1657. Page 141 Poem 95 To my Lady M. Cavendish chosing the name of Policrite Page 142 Poem 96 Against Love Page 143 Poem 97 A Dialogue of friendship multiplied Page ib. Poem 98 Rosania to Lucasia on her Letters Page 144 Poem 99 To my Antenor

Since 't would my thanks but not the praise pursue 3. To praise your Art is then it self more hard Nor would it the Endeavour much regard Since it and Vertue are their own reward 4. A Pencil from an Angel newly caught And Colours in the Morning's bosom sought Would make no Picture if by you not wrought 5. But done by you it does no more admit Of an Encomium from the highest Wit Then that another hand should equal it 6. Yet whilst you with creating power vye Command the very spirit of the Eye And then reward it with Eternity 7. Whilst your each touch does Life and Air convey Fetch the Soul out like overcoming Day And I my friend repeated here Survey 8. I by a Passive way may do you right Wearing in that what none could ere endite Your Panegyrick and my own delight Parting with a Friend 1. WHoever thinks that Joyes below Can lasting be and great Let him behold this parting blow And cure his own deceit 2. Alas how soon are pleasures done Where Fortune has a Power How like to the declining Sun Or to the Withered Flower 3. A thousand unconcerned Eyes She 'l suffer us to see But of those we chiefly prize We must deprived be 4. But we may conquer if we will The wanton Tyrant teach That we have something left us still Which grows not in her reach 5. That unseen string which fastens Hearts Nor time nor chance e're ty'd Nor can it be in either's Arts Their unions to divide 6. Where sympathy does Love convey It braves all other Powers Lucasia and Rosania say Has it not formed ours 7. If forty Weeks converse has not Been able yet to tye Your Souls in that Mysterious Knot How Wretched then am I. 8. But if I read in eithers Mind As sure I hope I do That each to other is combin'd Absence will make it true 9. No accident will e're surprise Or make your kindness start Although you lose each others Eyes You 'l faster keep the Heart 10. Letters as kind as Turtle-Doves And undisguis'd as thought Will entertain those fervent Loves Which have each other bought 11. Till Fortune vexed with the sight Of Faith so free from stain Shall then grow weary of her spight And let you meet again 12. Wherein may you that Rapture find That sister Cher●ls have When I am in my Rocks confin'd Or seal'd up in my Grave To my dearest Friend upon her shunning Grandeur SHine out rich Soul to greatness be What it can never be to thee An ornament thou canst restore The lustre which it had before These ruines own it and 't will live Thy favour 's more than Kings can give Hast more above all titles then The bearers are above common men And so heroick art within Thou must descend to be a Queen Yet honour may convenient prove By giving thy Soul room to move Affording scene unto that mind Which is too great to be confin'd Wert thou with single vertue stor'd To be approv'd but not ador'd Thou mightst retire but who e're meant A Palace for a Tenement Heaven has so built thee that we find Thee buried when thou art confin'd If thou in privacy would'st live Yet lustre to thy vertues give To stifle them for want of air Injurious is to Heavens care If thou wilt be immur'd where Shall thy obliging soul appear Where shall thy generous prudence be And where thy magnanimity Nay thy own Darling thou dost hide Thy self-denial is deny'd For he that never greatness tries Can never safely it despife That Antoninus writ well when He held a Scepter and Pen Less credit Solomon does bring As a Philosopher than King So much advantage flows from hence To write by our Experience Diogenes I must suspect Of envy more than wise neglect When he his Prince so ill did treat And so much spurned at the great A censure is not clear from those Whom Fate subjects or does depose Nor can we greatness understand From an opprest or fallen hand But 't is some Prince must that define Or one that freely did resign A great Almanzor teaches thus Or else a Dionysius For to know Grandeur we must live In that and not in perspective Vouchsafe the tryal then that thou May'st safely wield yet disallow The World's temptations and be still Above whatever would thee fill Convince mankind there 's somewhat more Great than the titles they adore Stand neer them and 't will soon be known Thou hast more splendour of thy own Yield to the wanting Age and be Channel of true Nobility For from thy Womb such Heros need must rise Who Honours will deserve and can despise To Pastora being with her Friend 1. WHile you the double joy obtain Of what you give and what you gain Friendship who owes you so much Fame Commands my Tribute to your Name 2. Friendship that was almost forlorn Sunk under every Critick's scorn But that your genius her protects Had fled the World at least the Sex 3. You have restored them and us Whence both are happy Caesar thus Ow'd Rome the glories of his Reign And Rome ow'd him as much again 4. You in your friend those Joys have found Which all Relations can propound What Nature does 'mong them disperse You multiply in her Converse 5. You her Enjoyment have pursu'd In Company and Solitude And wheresoever she 'l retire There 's the Diversion you desire 6. Your Joys by this are more immense And heat contracted grows intense And friendship to be such to you Will make these Pleasures Honours too 7. Be to each other that Content As to your Sex y' are Ornament And may your hearts by mixture lost Be still each others Bliss and Boast 8. Impossible your Parting be As that you e're should disagree And then even Death your friend will prove And both at once though late remove 9. But that you may severely live You must th' offending World forgive And to employ your Charity You have an Object now in me 10. My Pen so much for you unfit Presents my Heart though not my Wit Which Heart admires what you express More than what Monarchs do possess 11. Fear not infection from my Fate Though I must be unfortunate For having paid my Vows due I Shall soon withdraw wither and die To my Lord and Lady Dungannon on their Marriage 11. May 1662. TO you who in your selves do comprehend All you can wish and all we can commend Whom worth does guide and destiny obey What Offerings can the useless Muses pay Each must at once suspend her charming Lyre Till she hath learnt from you what to inspire Well may they wonder to observe a Knot So curiously by Love and Fortune wrought To which propitious Heaven did decree All things on earth should tributary be By gentle sure but unperceiv'd degrees As the Sun's motion or the growth of Trees Does Providence our wills to hers incline And makes all accidents serve her design Her Pencil Sir within your