less guilt in War th'hadst dy'd And from ensuing mischiefs Mankind freed Or when thou view'dst the Holy Land and Tomb Th'had'st suffer'd there thy brother Traitor's doom Curst be the womb that with the Firebrand teem'd Which ever since has the whole Globe inflam'd More curst that ill-aim'd Shot which basely mist Which maim'd a limb but spar'd thy hated breast And made th' at once a Cripple and a Priest But why this wish The Church if so might lack Champions good works and Saints for th' Almanack These are the Janizaries of the Cause The Life-Guard of the Roman Sultan chose To break the force of Huguenots and Foes The Churches Hawkers in Divinity Who ' stead of Lace and Ribbons Doctrine cry Rome's Strowlers who survey each Continent Its trinkets and commodities to vent Export the Gospel like mere ware for sale And truck't for Indigo and Cutchâ—…neal As the known Factors here the Brethron once Swopt Christ about for Bodkins Rings and Spoons And shall these great Apostles be contemn'd And thus by scoffing Hereticks defam'd They by whose means both Indies now enjoy The two choice Blessings Pox and Popery Which buried else in ignorance had been Nor known the worth of Beads and Bellarmine It pitied holy Mother Church to see A World so drown'd in gross Idolatry It griev'd to see such goodly Nations hold Bad Errors and unpardonable Gold Strange what a zeal can powerful Coin infuse What Charity Pieces of Eight produee So you were chosen th' fittest to reclaim The Pagan World and give 't a Christian Name And great was the success whole Myriads stood At Font and were baptis'd in their own blood Millions of Souls were hurl'd from hence to burn Before their time be damn'd before their turn Yet these were in compassion sent to Hell The rest reserv'd in spite and worse to feel Compell'd instead of Fiends to worship you The more inhumane Devils of the two Rare way and method of Conversion this To make your Votaries your Sacrifice If to destroy be Reformation thought A Plague as well might the good work have wrought Now see we why your Founder weary grown Would lay his former Trade of Killing down He found 't was dull he found a Crown would be A fitter case and badge of cruelty Each sniv'lling Hero Seas of Blood can spill When wrongs provoke and Honour bids him kill Each tiny Bully Lives can freely bleed When press'd by Wine or Punk to knock o' th' head Give me your through-pac'd Rogue who scorns to be Prompted by poor Revenge or Injury But does it of true inbred cruelty Your cool and sober Murderer who prays And stabs at the same time who one hand has Stretch'd up to Heav'n t'other to make the Pass So the late Saints of blessed memory Cut throats in Godly pure sincerity So they with lifted hands and eyes devout Said Grace and carv'd a slaughter'd Monarch out When the first Traitor Cain too good to be Thought Patron of this black Fraternity His bloody Tragedy of old design'd One death alone quench'd his revengeful mind Content with but a quarter of Mankind Had he been Jesuit had he but put on Their savage cruelty the rest had gone His hand had sent old Adam after too And forc'd the Godhead to create anew And yet 't were well were their foul guilt but thought Bare sin 't is something ev'n to own a fault But here the boldest flights of wickedness Are stampt Religion and for currant pass The blackest ugliest horrid'st damned'st deed For which Hell flames the Schools a Title need If done for Holy Church is sanctified This consecrates the blessed Work and Tool Nor must we ever after think 'em foul To undo Realms kill Parents murder Kings Are thus but petty trifles venial things Not worth a Confessor nay Heav'n shall be It self invok'd t'abet th' impiety Grant gracious Lord Some Reverend Villain prays ' That this the bold Assertor of our Cause ' May with success accomplish that great end ' For which he was by thee and us design'd ' Do thou t' his Arm and Sword thy strength impart ' And guide 'em steddy to the Tyrants heart ' Grant him for every meritorious thrust ' Degrees of bliss above among the Just ' Where holy Garnet and S. Guy are plac'd ' Whom works like this before have thither rais'd ' Where they are interceding for us now ' For sure they 're there Yes questionless and so Good Nero is and Dioclesian too And that great ancient Saint Herostratus And the late godly Martyr at Thoulouse Dare something worthy Newgate and the Tow'r If you 'l be canoniz'd and Heav'n ensure Dull prim'tive Fools of old who would be good Who would by virtue reach the blest abode Far other are the ways found out of late Which Mortals to that happy place translate Rebellion Treason Murder Massacre The chief Ingredients now of Saint-ship are And Tyburn only stocks the Calendar Unhappy Judas whose ill fate or chance Threw him upon gross times of ignorance Who knew not how to value or esteem The worth and merit of a glorious crime Should his kind Stars have let him acted now H 'ad dy'd absolv'd and dy'd a Martyr too Hear'st thou Great God such daring blasphemy And let'st thy patient Thunder still lie by Strike and avenge lest impious Atheists say Chance guides the world and has usurp'd thy sway Lest these proud prosp'rous Villains too confess Tou'rt sensless as they make thy Images Thou just and sacred Pow'r wilt thou admit Such Guests should in thy glorious presence sit If Heav'n can with such company dispence Well did the Indian pray Might he keep thence But this we only feign all vain and false As their own Legends Miracles and Tales Either the groundless calumnies of spite Or idle rants of Poetry and Wit We wish they were but you hear Garnet cry ' I did it and would do 't again had I ' As much of Blood as many Lives as Rome ' Has spilt in what the Fools call Martyrdom ' As many Souls as Sins I 'd freely stake ' All them and more for Mother Church's sake For that I 'll stride o're Crowns swim through a Flood ' Made up of slaughter'd Monarch's Brains and ' Blood ' For that no lives of Hereticks I 'll spare ' But reap 'em down with less remorse and care ' Than Tarquin did the Poppy-heads of old ' Or we drop Beads by which our Pray'rs are told Bravely resolv'd and 't was as bravely dar'd But lo the Recompence and great Reward The wight is to the Almanack preferr'd Rare motives to be damn'd for holy Cause A few red Letters and some painted straws Fools who thus truck with Hell by Mohatra And play their Souls against no stakes away 'T is strange with what an holy Impudence The Villain caught his innocence maintains Denies with Oaths the Fact untill it be Less guilt to own it than the perjury By th' Mass and blessed Sacraments he swears This Mary's Milk and
keep his Trust And without force of Law deliver all That 's due both Interest and Principal Prodigious wonder fit for Stow to tell And stand recorded in the Chronicle A thing less memorable would require As great a Monument as London Fire A man of Faith and Uprightness is grown So strange a Creature both in Court and Town That he with Elephants may well be shewn A Monster more uncommon than a Whale At Bridge the last great Comet or the Hail Than Thames his double Tide or should he run With Streams of Milk or Bloud to Gravesend down You 're troubled that you 've lost five hundred pound By treacherous Fraud another may be found Has lost a thousand and another yet Double to that perhaps his whole Estate Little do folks the heav'nly Powers mind If they but scape the knowledge of Mankind Observe with how demure and grave a look The Rascal lays his hand upon the Book Then with a praying Face and lifted Eye Claps on his Lips and Seals the Perjury If you persist his Innocence to doubt And boggle in Belief he 'l strait rapout Oaths by the volley each of which would make Pale Atheists start and trembling Bullies quake And more than would a whole Ships Crew maintain To the East-Indies hence and back again As God shall pardon me Sir I am free Of what you charge me with let me ne'r see His Face in Heaven else may these hands rot These eyes drop out if Ie'er had a Groat Of yours or if they ever touch'd or saw 't Thus he 'l run on two hours in length till he Spin out a curse long as the Litany Till Heav'n has scarce a Judgment left in store For him to wish deserve or suffer more These are who disavow all Providence And think the world is only steer'd by chance Make God at best an idle looker on A lazy Monarch lolling in his Throne Who his Affairs does neither mind or know And leaves them all at random here below And such as every foot themselves will damn And Oaths no more than common Breath esteem No shame nor loss of Ears can frighten these Were every Street a Grove of Pillories Others there be that own a God and fear His Vengeance to ensue and yet forswear Thus to himself says one Let Heaven decree What Doom soe're its pleasure will of me Strike me with Blindness Palsies Leprosies Plague Pox Consumption all the Maladies Of both the Spittles so I get my Prize And hold it sure I 'll suffer these and more All Plagues are light to that of being poor There 's not a begging Cripple in the streets Unless he with his Limbs has lost his Wits And is grown fit for Bedlam but no doubt To have his Wealth would have the Rich man's Gout Grant Heavens Vengeance heavy be what tho The heaviest things move slowliest still we know And if it punish all that guilty be 'T will be an Age before it come to me God too is merciful as well as just Therefore I 'll rather his forgiveness trust Than live despis'd and poor as thus I must I 'll try and hope he 's more a Gentleman Than for such trivial things as these to damn Besides for the same Fact we 've often known One mount the Cart another mount the Throne And foulest Deeds attended with success No longer are reputed wickedness Disguis'd with Virtues Livery and Dress With these weak Arguments they fortifie And harden up themselves in Villany The Rascal now dares call you to account And in what Court you please joyn issue on 't Next Term he 'l bring the Action to be tri'd And twenty Witnesses to swear on 's side And if that Justice to his Cause be found Expects a Verdict of five hundred pound Thus he who boldly dares the Guilt out-face For innocent shall with the Rabble pass While you with Impudence and sham run down Are only thought the Knave by all the Town Mean time poor you at Heav'n exclaim and rail Louder than I at the Bar does Bawl Is there a Pow'r above and does he hear And can he tamely Thunder bolts ferbear To what vain end do we with Pray'rs adore And on our bended knees his aid implore Where is his Rule if no respect be had Of Innocence or Guilt of Good or Bad And who henceforth will any credit show To what his lying Priests teach here below If this be Providence for ought I see Bless'd Saint Vaninus I shall follow thee Little 's the odds 'twixt such a God and that Which Atheist Lewis us'd to wear in 's Hat Thus you blaspheme and rave But pray Sir try What Comforts my weak Reason can apply Who never yet read Plutarch hardly saw And am but meanly vers'd in Seneca In cases dangerous and hard of cure We have recourse to Scarborough or Lower But if they don't so desperate appear We trust to meaner Doctors skill and care If there were never in the world before So foul a deed I 'm dumb not one word more A God's name then let both your sluces flow And all th' extravagance of sorrow show And tear your Hair and thump your mournful Breast As if your dearest First-born were deceas'd 'T is granted that a greater Grief attends Departed Moneys than departed Friends None ever counterfeits upon this score Nor need he do 't the thought of being poor Will serve alone to make the eyes run o're Lost Money 's griev'd with true unfeigned Tears More true than Sorrow of expecting Heirs At their dead Father's Funerals tho here The Back and Hands no pompous Mourning wear But if the like Complaints be daily found At Westminster and in all Courts abound If Bonds and Obligations can't prevail But men deny their very Hand and Seal Sign'd with the Arms of the whole Pedigree Of their dead Ancestors to vouch the Lye If Temple-Walks and Smithfield never fail Of plying Rogues that set their Souls to sale To the first Passenger that bids a price And make their livelihood of Perjuries For God's sake why are you so delicate And think it hard to share the common Fate And why must you alone be Fav'rite thought Of Heav'n and we sor Reprobates castout The wrong you bear is hardly worth regard Much less your just resentment if compar'd With greater out-rages to others done Which daily happen and alarm the Town Compare the Villains who cut Throats for Bread Or Houses fire of late a gainful Trade By which our City was in Ashes laid Compare the sacrilegious Burglary From which no place can Sanctuary be That rifles Churches of Communion-Plate Which good King Edward's days did dedicate Think who durst fteal S. Alban's Font of Brass That Christen'd half the Royal Scotish Race Who stole the Chalices at Chichester In which themselves receiv'd the day before Or that bold daring hand of fresh Renown Who scorning common Booty stole a Crown Compare too if you please the horrid Plot With all the Perjuries to make it
hereafter what mad Catiline Durst never think nor 's madder Poet feign Make the poor baffled Pagan Fool confess How much a Christian Crime can conquer his How far in gallant mischief overcome The old must yield to new and modern Rome Mix Ills past present future in one act One high one brave one great one glorious Fact Which Hell and very I may envy Such as a God himself might wish to be A Complice in the mighty villany And barter's Heaven and vouchsafe to die Nor let Delay the bane of Enterprize Marr yours or make the great importance miss This fact has wak'd your Enemies and their fear Let it your vigour too your haste and care Be swift and let your deeds forestall intent Forestall ev'n wishes e're they can take vent Nor give the Fates the leisure to prevent Let the full Clouds which a long time did wrap Your gath'ring thunder now with sudden clap Break out upon your Foes dash and confound And spread avoidless ruin all around Let the fir'd City to your Plot give light You raz'd it half before now raze it quite Do 't more effectually I 'd see it glow In flames unquenchable as those below I 'd see the Miscreants with their houses burn And all together into ashes turn Bend next your fury to the curst Divan That damn'd Committee whom the Fates ordain Of all our well-laid Plots to be the bane Unkennel those State Foxes where they lie Working your speedy fate and destiny Lug by the ears the doting Prelates thence Dash Heresie together with their Brains Out of their shatter'd heads Lop off the Lords And Commons at one stroke and let your Swords Adjourn 'em all to th' other World Would I were blest with flesh and blood again But to be Actor in that happy Scene Yet thus I will be by and glut my view Revenge shall take its fill in state I 'll go With captive Ghosts t' attend me down below Let these the Handsells of your vengeance be But stop not here nor flag in cruelty Kill like a Plague or Inquisition spare No Age Degree or Sex only to wear A Soul only to own a Life be here Thought crime enough to lose 't no time nor place Be Sanctuary from your outrages Spare not in Churches kneeling Priests at pray'r Tho interceding for you slay ev'n there Spare not young Infants smiling at the breast Who from relenting Fools their mercy wrest Rip teeming Wombs tear out the hated Brood From thence drown 'em in their Mothers blood Pity not Virgins nor their tender cries Tho prostrate at your feet with melting eyes All drown'd in tears strike home as 't were in lust And force their begging hands to guide the thrust Ravish at th' Altar kill when you have done Make them your Rapes and Victims too in one Nor lâ—…t gray hoary hairs protection give To Age just crawling on the verge of Life Snatch from its leaning hands the weak support And with it knock't into the grave with sport Brain the poor Cripple with his Crutch then cry You 've kindly rid him of his misery Seal up your ears to Mercy lest their words Should tempt a pity ram 'em with your Swords Their tongues too down their throats let 'em not dare To mutter for their Souls a gasping Pray'r But in the utt'rance choak't and stab it there 'T were witty handsom Malice could you do 't To make 'em die and make 'em damn'd to boot Make Children by one Fate with Parents die Kill ev'n revenge in next Posterity So you 'll be pester'd with no Orphans cries No Childless Mothers curse your Memories Make Death and Desolation swim in blood Throughout the Land with nought to stop the flood But slaughter'd Carcasses till the whole Isle Become one tomb become one fun'ral pile Till such vast numbers swell the countless summ That the wide Grave and wider Hell want room Great was that Tyrants wish which should be mine Did I not scorn the leavings of a sin Freely I would bestow 't on England now That the whole Nation with one neck might grow To be slie'd off and you to give the blow What neither Saxon rage could here inflict Nor Danes more savage nor the barb'rous Pict What Spain nor Eighty Eight could ere devise With all its Fleet and freight os cruelties What ne'er Medina wish'd much less could dare And bloodier Alva would with trembling hear What may strike out dire Prodigies of old And make their mild and gentler acts untold What Heav'ns Judgments nor the angry Stars Foreign Invasions nor Domestick Wars Plague Fire nor Famine could effect or do All this and more be dar'd and done by you But why do I with idle talk delay Your hands and while they should be acting stay Farewell If I may wast a Pray'r for your success Hell be your aid and your high projects bless May that vile Wretch if any here there be That meanly shrinks from brave Iniquity If any here feel pity or remorse May he feel all I've bid you act and worse May he by rage of Foes unpitied fall And they tread out his hated Soul to Hell May's Name and Carcase rot expos'd alike to be The everlasting mark of grinning Infamy SATYR II. NAy if our sins are grown so high of late That Heav'n no longer can adjourn ourfate May 't please some milder Vengeance to devise Plague Fire Sword Dearth or any thing but this Let it rain scalding Showers of Brimstone down To burn us and of old the lustful Town Let a new deluge overwhelm agen And drown at once our Land our Lives our Sin Thus gladly we 'll compound all this we 'll pay To have this worst of Ills remov'd away Judgments of other kinds are often sent In mercy only not for punishment But where these light they shew a Nation 's fate Is given up and past for reprobate When God his stock of wrath on Egypt spent To make a stubborn Land and King repent Sparing the rest had he this one Plague sent For this alone his People had been quit And Pharaoh circumcis'd a Proselyte Wonder no longer why no Curse like these Was known or suffer'd in the Primitive days They never sinn'd enough to merit it 'T was therefore what Heav'ns just pow'r thought fit To scourge this latter and more sinful age With all the dregs and squeesings of his rage Too dearly is proud Spain with England quit For all her loss sustein'd in Eighty Eight For all the Ills our Warlike Virgin wrought Or Drake and Rawleigh her great Scourges brought Amply was she reveng'd in that one birth When Hell for her the Biscain Plague brought forth Great Counter-plague in which unhappy we Pay back her suff'rings with full usury Than whom alone none ever was design'd T' entail a wider curse on Human kind But he who first begot us and first sin'd Happy the World had been and happy Thou Less damn'd at least and less accurst than now If early with
privacy conspire To kindle wishes and befriend desire If she has practis'd in the Trade Few else of Proselytes to us brought o're Little of Force or Artifice will need To make you in the Victory succeed But if some untaught Innocence she be Rude and unknowing in the mystery She 'll cost more labour to be made comply Make her by Pumping understand the sport And undermine with secret trains the Fort Sometimes as if you 'd blame her gaudy dress Her Naked Pride her Jewels Point and Lace Find opportunity her Breasts to press Oft feel her hand and whisper in her ear You find the secret marks of lewdness there Sometimes with naughty sence her blushes raise And make 'em guilt she never knew confess ' Thus may you say with such a leering smile ' So Languishing a look you hearts beguile ' Thus with your foot hand eye you tokens speak ' These Signs deny these Assignations make ' Thus 't is you clip with such a fierce embrace ' You clasp your Lover to your Breast and Face ' Thus are your hungry lips with Kisses cloy'd ' Thus is your hand thus your tongue employ'd Ply her with talk with this and if sh' encline To help Devotion give her Aretine Instead o' th' Rosary never despair She that to such discourse will lend an Ear Tho chaster than cold cloyster'd Nuns she were Will soon prove soft and pliant to your use As Strumpets on the Carnaval let loose Credit experience I have tri'd 'em all And never found th' unerring methods fail Not Ovid tho 't were his chief Mastery Had greater skill in these Intrigues than I Nor Nero's learned Pimp to whom we owe What choice Records of Lust are extant now This heretofore when youth and sprightly Blood Ran in my Veins I tasted and enjoy'd Ah those blest days here the old Lecher smil'd With sweet remembrance of past pleasures fill'd But they are gone Wishes alone remain And Dreams of Joy ne're to be felt again To abler Youth I now the Practice leave To whom this counsel and advice I give But the dear mention of my gayer days Has made me farther than I would digress 'T is time we should now in due Place expound How guilt is after shrift to be atton'd Enjoyn no sow'r Repentance Tear and Grief Eyes weep no cash and you no profit give Sins tho of the first rate must punish'd be Not by their own but th' Actor's Quality The Poor whose Purse cannot the Penance bear Let whipping serve bare feet and shirts of hair The richer Fools to Compostella send Tome Rome Monferrat or the Holy Land Pet Pardons and the Indulgence-Office drain Their Coffers and enrich the Pope's with gain Make 'em build Churches Monasteries found And dear bought Masses for their crimes compound Let Law and Gospel rigid precepts set And make the paths to Bliss rugged and strait Teach you a smooth an easier way to gain Heav'ns joys yet sweet and useful sin retain With every frailty every lust comply T' advance your Spiritual Realm and Monarchy Pull up weak Vertue 's fence give scope and space And Purliens to out-lying Consciences Shew that the Needle 's eye may stretch and how The largest Camel-vices may go thro' Teach how the Priest Pluralities may buy Yet fear no odious Sin of Simony While Thoughts and Ducats will directed be Let Whores adorn his exemplary life But no lewd heinous Wife a Scandal give Sooth up the Gaudy Atheist who maintains No Law but Sense and owns no God but Chance Bid Thieves rob on the Boisterous Ruffian tell He may for Hire Revenge or Honour kill Bid Strumpets persevere absolve 'em too And take their dues in kind for what you do Exhort the painful and industrious Bawd To Diligence and Labour in her Trade Nor think her innocent Vocation ill Whose incomes do's the sacred Treasure fill Let Griping Usurers Extortion use No Rapine Falshood Perjury refuse Stick at no Crime which covetous Popes would scarce Act to enrich themselves and Bastard-Heirs A small Bequest to th' Church can all atttone Wipes off all scores and Heav'n and all 's their own Be these your Doctrins these the truths you preach But no forbidden Bible come in reach Your Cheats and Artifices to Impeach Lest thence Lay-Fools Pernitious knowledge get Throw off Obedience and your Laws forget Make 'em believ 't a spell more dreadful far Than Bacon Haly or Albumazar Happy the time when th' unpretending Crowd No more than I its Language understood When the worm-eaten Book link'd to a chain In dust lay mouldring in the Vatican Dispis'd neglected and forgot to none But poring Rabbies or the Sorbon known Then in full pow'r our Soveraign Prelate sway'd By Kings and all the Rabble World Obey'd Here humble Monarch at his feet kneel'd down And beg'd the Alms and Charity of a Crown There when in Solemn State he pleas'd to ride Poor Scepter'd Slaves ran Henchboys by his side None tho in thought his grandeur durst Blaspheme Nor in their very sleep a Treason dream But since the broaching that mischievous Piece Each Alderman a Father Lumbard is And every Cit dares impudently know More than a Council Pope and Conclave too Hence the late Damned Frier and all the crew Of former Crawling Sects their poison drew Hence all the Troubles Plagues Rebellions breed We 've felt or feel or may hereafter dread Wherefore enjoyn that no Lay-coxcomb dare About him that unlawful Weapon wear But charge him chiefly not to touch at all The dang'rous Works of that old Lollard Paul That arrant Wickliffist from whom our Foes Take all their Batt'ries to attack our Cause Would he in his first years had Martyr'd been Never Damascus nor the Vision seen Then he our Party was stout vigorous And fierce in chace of Heretieks like us Till he at length by th' Enemies seduc'd Forsook us and the hostile side espous'd Had not the mighty Julian mist his aims These holy Shreds had all consum'd in flames But since th' Immortal Lumber still endures In spight of all his industry and ours Take care at least it may not come abroad To taint with catching Heresie the Crowd Let them be still kept low in sence they 'l pay The more respect more readily obey Pray that kind Heav'n would on their hearts dispense A bounteous and abundant Ignorance That they may never swerve nor turn awry From sound and Orthodox Stupidity But these are obvious things easie to know Common to every Monk aâ—… well as you Greater Affairs and more important wait To be discuss'd and call for our debate Matters that depth require and well befit Th' Address and Conduct of a Jesuit How Kingdoms are embroil'd what shakes a Throne How the first seeds of Discontent are sown To spring up in Rebellion how are set The secret snares that circumvent a State How bubled Monarchs are at first beguil'd Trepann'd and gull'd at last depos'd and kill'd When some proud Prince a Rebel to our Head
propping with her hand her leaning head Happen what will says she I 'll make him know What pains what raging pains I undergo Ah me I rave what tempests shake my breast And where O where will this distraction rest Trembling her Thoughts endite and oft her Eye Looks back for fear of conscious spies too nigh One hand her Paper t'other holds her Pen And Tears supply that Ink her Lines must drain Now she begins now stops and stopping frames New doubts now writes and now her writing damns She writes defaces alters likes and blames Oft throws in hast her Pen and Paper by Then takes 'em up again as hastily Unsteddy her resolves fickle and vain No sooner made but strait unmade again What her desires would have she does not know Displeas'd withall what e're she goes to do At once contending shame and hope and fear Wrack her tost mind and in her looks appear Sister was wrote but soon misguiding doubt Recalls it and the guilty word blots out Again she pauses and again begins At length her Pen drops out these hasty Lines Kind health which you and only you can grant Which if deny'd she must for ever want To you your Lover sends ah blushing Shame In silence bids her Paper hide her name Wou'd God the fatal Message might be done Without annexing it nor Byblis known E're blest success her hopes and wishes crown And had I now my smother'd greif conceal'd It might by tokens past have been reveal'd A thousand proofs were ready to impart The inward anguish of my wounded heart Oft as your fight a sudden blush did raise My blood came up to meet you at my face Oft if you call to mind my longing Eyes Betray'd in looks my souls too thin disguise Think how their Tears think how my heaving Breast Oft in deep sighs some cause unknown confest Think how these Arms did oft with fierce embrace Eager as my desires about you press These Lips too when they cou'd so happy prove â—…d you but mark'd with close warm kisses strove To whisper something more than Sisters Love And yet though rankling grief my mind distrest Tho raging flames within burn up my breast Long time I did the mighty pain endure Long strove to bring the fierce disease to cure Witness ye cruel Pow'rs who did inspire This strange this fatal this resistless fire Witness what pains for you alone can know This helpless wretch to quench't did undergo A thousand Racks and Martyrdoms and more Than a weak Virgin can be thought I bore O'rematch'd in pow'r at last I 'm forc'd to yield And to the conqu'ring God resign the field To you dear cause of all I make address From you with humble pray'rs I beg redress You rule alone my arbitrary fate And life and death on your disposal wait Ordain as you think fit deny or grant Yet know no stranger is your suppliant But she who tho to you by Blood allied In nearest bonds in nearer wou'd be tied Let doting age debate of Law and Right And gravely state the bounds of just and fit Whose Wisdom's but their Envy to destroy And bar those pleasures which they can't enjoy Our blooming years more sprightly and more gay By Nature we 're design'd for love and play Youth knows no check but leaps weak Vertu 's fence And briskly hunts the noble chase of Sense Without dull thinking we enjoyment trace And call that lawful whatsoe're does please Nor will our guilt want instances alone 'T is what the glorious Gods above have done Let 's follow where those great examples went Nor think that Sin where Heaven 's a precedent Let neither awe of Fathers frowns nor shame For ought that can be told by blabbing fame Nor any gastlier fantom fear can frame Frighten or stop us in our way to bliss But boldly let us rush on happiness Where glorious hazards shall enhanse delight And that that makes it dangerous make it great Relation too which does our fault increase Will serve that fault the better to disguise That lets us now in private often meet Bless'd opportunities for stoln delight In publick often we embrace and kiss And fear no jealous no suspecting eyes How little more remains for me to crave How little more for you to give O save A wretched Maid undone by Love and you Who does in tears and dying accents sue Who bleeds that Passion she had ne're reveal'd If not by Love Almighty Love compell'd Nor ever let her mournful Tomb complain Here Byblis lies kill'd by your cold disdain Here forc'd to end for want of room not will To add her lines the crowded Margin fill Nor space allow for more she trembling folds The Paper which her shameful Message holds And sealing as she wept with boading fear She wet her Signet with a falling Tear This done a trusty Messenger she call'd And in kind words the whisper'd Errand told Go carry this with faithful care she said To my dear there she paus'd a while and staid And by and by Brother was heard to add As she deliver'd it with her commands The Letter fell from out her trembling hands Dismay'd with the ill Omen she anew Doubted success and held yet bad him go He goes and after quick admission got To Caunus hands the fatal secret brought Soon as the doubtful Youth a glance had cast On the first lines and guest by them the rest Strait horror and amazement fill'd his breast Impatient with his rage he could not stay To see the end but threw 't half read away Scarce could his hands the trembling wretch forbear Nor did his tongue those angry threatnings spare Fly hence nor longer my chaf'd fury trust Thou cursed Pander of detested Lust Fly quickly hence and to thy swiftness owe Thy life a forfeit to my vengeance due Which had not danger of my Honour crost thou 'dst paid by this and been sent back a Ghost He the rough orders strait obeys and bears The killing news to wretched Byblis ears Like striking Thunder the fierce tidings stun And to her heart quicker than lightning run The frighted blood forsakes her ghastly face And a short death doth every Member seize But soon as sense returns her frenzy too Returns and in these words breaks forth anew And justly serv'd for why did foolish I Consent to make this rash discovery Why did I thus in hasty lines reveal That dang'rous secret Honour wou'd conceal I shou'd have first with art disguis'd the hook And seen how well the gawdy bait had took And found him hung at least before I strook From shore I shou'd have first descri'd the wind Whether 't would prove to my adventure kind E're I to untry'd Seas my self resign'd Now dash'd on Rocks unable to retire I must i' th wreck of all my hopes expire And was not I by tokens plain enough Fore-warn'd to quit my inauspicious Love Did not the Fates my ill success foretell When from my hands th' unhappy Letter fell So should my