VVisdome seen Minerva's Darling Patron of the Gown Lover of Learning and Apollo's Crown He was the Muses he began to nourish Learn'd Men and Arts under his wings did flourish But lest we should commit Idolatry Heav'n took him from our Sight not Memory For though he 's carried to th Immortal Sphere Our Loves will make his Fame Immortal here 'T is Autumn now and Ceres to our hands Has pour'd the Annual Blessings of our Lands VVe'ave robb'd the teeming Trees of all their fruit And left them naked till the Spring recruit Their store again till then they hang their head And stand like Mourners leaves for tears they shed So the high powers cropt from the Royal Stem VVhat was too good for us and fit for them VVhilest we lament till a new Spring arise And CHARLES his First-born clear our weeping eyes A general Sadness locks up every Tongue Amazedness hast struck the Laureats dumb And who would weep through too much Grief forbears Excess of Grief gives yet no vent for Tears But when the coming Springs begin to rise Grief then will draw a deluge from our Eyes Till then these Loyal Drops fall'n into Verse Shall wash the Cypress on his Royal Herse POEMS ON Several Occasions His Mistress AS Phoebus doth excell the Moons dim light Or as the Moon excells the dullest Star Her Beauty and Complexion in my sight Excells all others I have seen so far Her Sun like beams of beauty shine so bright That others in her sight Eclipsed are The fairest faces are but foiles each one Weares but a borrow'd lustre from her Sun Her Shape in Wax it were most hard to frame Nor Painters to expresse their rarest Skill Could ever counterfeit so neer the same But blemish their's her better Beauty will Though Venus who for Beauty had the Name Compare with her should she 'd be fairest still Paris gave her the Ball as beauties Queen But she had mist it had he mine but Seen Her Aubourn Hair in Crisped Curles doe dangle Upon her Ivory shoulders where it spreads Sly nets where Hearts themselves doe soon intangle And captive lye enchain'd by those bright threads Spreading soft chaines and snares in every angle It takes all Hearts whose eye those mazes treads Hearts here imprison'd never can get out Those soft Meandres wander must about Her Ivory-pollish'd Front with seemly cheere Grac'd at the bottom with a double bow Where all the Graces in their Throne appeare Where Love and awfull Majesty doe grow Expands it self and shews a feild more clear Than Candid Lillys or the virgin snow Her Eyes like Suns shoot rayes more sharp than Darts Which wound all Flinty Love-despising Hearts Those twinkling Stars those sparkling Diamond stones Those glorious Suns where dwells the Eastern Light Peirce with the vigor of their Charmes the bones Of daring Him who gains of them a fight Beholding Kills yet he their losse bemones And ' d rather dye than they shut live in Night Her Nose a comly Prominence doth part Her Cheeks the mirrour of Dame Natures Art Her checks are damask Roses blown in June B'ing equally with Virgin Lillies mix't Or snowy milk with blushing Strawb'ries strewn Where equall strife the red and white 's betwixt Or pure vermillion on white Sattin shewn By Painters rarest Skill and pencil fix't Those cheek no Colours livelest dye can paint Scarlet and snow seem to their true ones faint Her lipps are snips of Scarlet Juliflowers Spread with the tincture of Vermilion hew Bless'd in Self-kisses past our humane powers To touch so high a bliss what Mortal knew Between those rubie Gates slide spicy showers Which those slain by her eyes with life imbue Angellick sounds and charming smiles so nice Thence flow which make her presence Paradice Within the portal of her Mouth 's lock'd fast Which when she sings she is enforc'd to show The Orient's Treasure in due order plac'd Of more than precious pearles a double row Which stand in Sea-born Coral borders chac'd Like Crimson Sattin purl'd with silver snow Her smooth and dimpled Chin doth under lye Where envies self cannot a fault espie Her Neck 's a gracefull Tower of spotlesse snow An Alablaster prop to that fair head Where Witt Arts Wisdome in perfection grow Its Basis where are beauties also spread For azure streams through milky feilds do flow Where blew with white like Heav'n is married Her Breasts like lilly'd Globes or Mounts appear VVhose summetts Crown'd with Crimson cheries are Her Arms due measure of proportion have Her hands the types of snowy Excellence VVith Onyx tip'd her leggs and feet enslave Our eyes and Captive hold from falling thence Her whole frames equall Symetry is brave And to spectators payes a recompence Argus himself cannot discerne the rest But I presume the hidden beauties best The Protestation Before bright Phoebus had his beams display'd Whilst yet Aurora usher'd in the Day The prat'ling Eccho to my ears betray'd As I among the trees in ambush lay The amorous whispers of Amintas who With protestation did his Cloris wooe What went before I cannot tell but she Reply'd to something that Amintas say'd The murm'ring Eccho by the Air to me These gentle sounds in whispering notes convey'd Alas Amintas would that you could prove To my distrustfull Heart that men can love How oft are wee poor sily maids beguil'd By charmes of flattering words when wee beleive To break their oaths men will not be so vild Being fo poor a conquest to deceive Disarmed virgins when wee them reward With Love they 'r cold and us with scorn regard T is best to keep our own for when wee yeild Our Hearts men supplyants soon forget to be And our affections caught with scorn repell'd We are subjected to their tyranny That maid is more then mad who will be kind To men who waver oftner than the Wind. Blame not our Natures but your follies blame For we should sooner yeild were Men more true But since weak virgins to deceive no shame They think denialls Cruelty is due But yet Amintas would that you could prove To my distrustfull Heart your constant love Amintas with a sigh reply'd 'T is true Some men are faulty in what you accuse them But let not all be blamed for a few Nor Woemen men despise 'cause some abuse them For if I went about it I could prove Men equal Weomen in a constant Love Our sexe's cause I will not plead my own With you sweet Cloris will I only plead My constant Love must by Obedience shown Be else I cann't be truly scann'd till dead Constant obedience 't is doth rightly prove A Heart's possessor of a constant Love Things that the least of drossy mixture hold Last longest my Hearts flames Aetherial be More pure than seven times refined Gold Than Cedar's flames rays of a Deitie They are It is the purity of Love Which best of all its constancy can prove My love like Adamant endure the stroke Of strong repulses shall full draughts of
smiles Nor worlds of beauties shall my Heart provoke T' inconstant Change nor all th' intising guiles A proffer'd Love can give The world shall be First chang'd e're I yeild to Inconstancie The twinkling tapours of the Night shall fall First from their azure lodging Hecate Shall loose her light and a perpetual Mask weare of pitch And Heav'ns bright lamp shall be With darknesse overcome Night into Day Shall change and cold November into May The Sun shall backward course the VVorld about The fire shall cease combustibles to burn Soft gales shall put the flinty Rocks to rout And Neptune shall his fry to grasing turn Mountaines to Vailes valleys to Hills shall rise Plaines shall be made of Craggs that touch the Skies All beasts shall Metamorphos'd into stones Be and all Mortalls shall their exit prove Tormented Souls shall cease to fetch sad groans The Heav'ns rent from their center first shall move E're I to thee fair Cloris be unkind Repent me of my love or change my mind My Tongue may 't faulter may my lipps ne're move If unto other but to thee they shall Make protestations of a Serious love Cloris beleive I Heav'ns to witnesse call The Maid converted joyn'd her lips to his Gath'ring the first fruits of a greater bliss The Passionate Lover HAd I but winde and Lungs enough to tell How much I Love Had I a Stentor's voyce Had I ten thousand Tongues it would doe well To speak how much I Love my dearest Choyce Since wholly fill'd If I should not impart Loves might its energy would break my Heart Say my five senses has not Love's delight Bound all your powers with its amourous chains Disarm'd your Subjects Spoyl'd and robb'd you quite Can you ought rellish but Love's pleasing paines You now disgust all objects of this Ball Phillis is th' only object of you all When that my eye has light on Phillis face It tells my amorous Heart news good or bad By which or well th' alarm'd pulses Pace Or ill my looks by it are light or sad Doth sorrow dimm the Light of Phillis eye Joys and Contentment from my Bosome fly Does threatning Anger or disdaine appear Cloath'd in the Tyrian blushes in her Cheeks No Poet's art in verse can paint my fear Nor th' Horror and dismay my vitalls strikes I dumb and movelesse like a statue show Struck with the Thunder of her Angry brow The fearfull Light'ning nor the dreadfull voyce Of roaring Thunder nor the horrid Night Nor Ghosts nor Goblins nor tempestuous noise Of windes nor Earthquakes can my senses fright So much as when Phyllis with anger glows And from her quick Eyes scorn-tip't-Arrows throws If pleasing smiles sit on their rubie Throne If Joy is painted on her smoother brow My senses wrapt beyond the Sphears are thrown On bedds of pleasure and forget all woe With lesse Content the Miser doth behold His Stuffed Chests and full-cram'd bags of Gold My Eyes devou're each smile the more they gaze On Hers the more Contentment still they draw Her smiles the clue that leads me in that maze Her eyes give my obsequious Heart a Law For by her smiles or Frownes I meet delight Or Woe or mirth or Grief or Day or Night Seek all the World for pleasing objects and Dive to the bottom of the deepest Seas Fetch all the Treasures of the Indian strand The world's best Beauties none my fancy please Can like the Heaven of a pleasing smile Which kills me with excesse of Joy the while The sparkling Diamonds of the East I prize Below the value of her pretty Starrs There comes far richer glances from her eyes Her lipps than Pegues better Rubies wears Who round the World for daintest Roses seeks May finde them growing in my Phyllis cheeks The richest Treasures of the Earth seem poor Pearles Gold and Diamonds Natur 's richest Gems The World 's great Treasurie and Neptunes store A Lover such as I far lesse esteems Than th' object of his Love for more delight Than in all these I take in Phyllis sight But when the sweeter Musick of her tongue Like the blest voyce of Angels strikes my ears I harken us to Oracles a strang Lute in the hands of Orpheus the Spheares Sweet Melody the smooth tongu'd Orator Seem but a duller Harmonie to Her She charms me to a statue and amaz'd With so much Eloquence dumb I return No answers but by eyes my soul is rais'd Beyond the sphear of Words though joy'd I mourn To hear her pause or periodize her speech I then her to begin ag'in beseech When in the sweetest quavers of a song Her voyce she raises and with ' matchlesse straines Runs o're division with her warbling Tongue Hearts she as stones Amphion's musick gaines Harps Harpsicall all Violls Organes Lute Trumpets and all noyse else for shame be mute Cease duller straines all other voyces cease Sweet Philomel I pre'thee hold thy tongue You early Larkes and Thrushes hold your peace The best of Musick and of Birds among The humane and the feather'd Chores your choyce Layes rev'rence doe unto her sweeter voyce Though all the Musick in the World should be By Musick-masters of the rarest kinde Finger'd my eares would taste no Harmonie No joy my soul nor no content my mind Nor the Angelick Songs by me I feare So priz'd like that when I her Sonnets hear Had Sickness prison'd me in my Chamber long Or bound with closer fetters to my Bed As some by musick cur'd I by a Song Chaunted by her divine mouth should be fed With that Ambrosiack Essence that would give Ease to my paines and dying make me live My Ear then ravish'd equal with my eye Counts all sounds harsh but her sweet Musick and Commands all others to her melody To vaile and to her notes attentive stand As high Apollo to the Muses she Or Philomel 'mong other Birds must be The fragrant blasts of spicy Arabie Panchaean Myrrh Musk Civet Ambergreece All the perfumes of Indian Spicerie Must to the Sweetness of her breath give place Flora's sweet garlands in the Month of May No such delicious gales of sweetness pay My Soul as if exhal'd by her sweet breath Flies to that membrane which receieves the sent Raising the sluggish fantasie from Death Revives the braine and gives my Genius vent The cherishing Odors her sweet Hybla yields Excel the Diapasma's of the fields My soul upon no other food can feed But the rich Banquet and delicious fare Of her sweet presence when before her spread Then eas'd from trouble free from duller care She feeds the Stomach can no dainties tast Nor hunger whilst this better Banquet lasts When that with ardent boldnesse I aspire To touch with my profaner lips her hand I think no blisses in the World are higher No joys to that in competition stand My soul enflam'd into my lips doth fly Whilst on that bed of Lillies soft they lye But when a favour seldome shown I kiss The seat of smiles her tender
rubie lips Joye spirits dilates and I expire in blisse Call'd back again from Death by an ecclips Of so great ravishment through a withdraw As much as Joy did grief now breaks the Law Thus my five senses banquet at that feast Of beauty which shines in my Phillis face My passionate Heart swells high within my breast And grows too tumid fot its strickt embrace Oh! cloud my Phillis hide her from my eye Of too much pleasure I with surfeit dye CORYDONS Complaint THose joys that us'd to flatter me ô Phyllis when I courted thee Under yon' shady beechen tree To cruell grief are chang'd Torments my pleasures griefs my joy Pains my quiet rest destroy Since thou' rt to Corydon grown coy And from my Love estrang'd Did e're I your commands neglect That thus my sute you now reject And pay my love with disrespect My kindness with disdain Say how I purchace may releife Or murther'd must I be by griefe Speak that my torments may be brief Give death to ease my pain If you are pleas'd to martyr me Or binde me unto slavery There is another tyranny That you may exercise Those burning flames your eyes can give A Slave bound by Loves Chaines I live May without Hope of a reprieve Thus you may tyrannize Since that my words are spent in vain Whilest Cruel you laugh at my pain I at the feet of your disdain Will fall and prostrate lye Henceforth I 'le banish all my pleasure Since you the chiefest of my Treasure Have heap'd my Griefs beyond all Measure I 'le yield to destiny To SYLVIA Weeping FAir Sylvia you possess more Treasures than The rubie East those weeping eyes more Gems Than the rich Store house of the Ocean For you at pleasure can those Chrystal streams VVhich trickle from the fountaines of your eyes Convert int' orient pearls but richer prize VVhat taking charmes lye in your sweeter Face When freed from cloudy-weeping Griefs you smile VVith a clear brow If tears with such a grace Become if so much lustre has the foile To Beauty what excess of Glory then VVill bud from those sweet lights when fair agen Now the like silver'd Cyn 〈…〉 nthia's beauty when The interposing Earth hides her bright face Dost suffer an Ecclipse thy tears restrain Thy beauties radiant beams Tears fill the place Of bounteous Light yet is that shadow fair Others with which at best may not compare Phoebus now hides behind a watery cloud His brighter head by which we better may Gaze on his Light thy suns fair Sylvia shroud Themselves behind a cloud of Tears to day Out of like kindness and suppress their bright And splendid beams to favour my weak sight Enough fair Sylvia clear those Cynthian Lights From that ecclipse of sorrow wipe away That hanging cloud of Tears which still excites Your stillborne Grief such pearly price to pay VVere you enflam'd with scorching Love as I Its ardor soon those dewy pearls would dry After Aurora with her silver-showers Has wash'd her Grandame Tellus chapped face A pleasant Zephyrus the dark Heaven scoures And Sol steps out with a far greater Grace After a Storm fair weather doth suceeed Let sable Grief your whiter Joys then breed I long to see those fairer Suns to shine Freed from the dewy moisture of a Tear Now they would seem after this more divine As Phaebus after an eclips more clear Let Day the Night succeed and cease to mourn Banish Grief's night whilst Joy's day takes its turn THYRSIS in despaire SAd night of sorrow sable night of grief For Lovers torments is there no releif Must still my bitter food be grief and fears My thirst quench'd howerly with my brinie tears No glimmering of the Day of hope arise Nothing but darkness muffle up the skies From my numm'd sight I in the Bed of care Do roul distress behems me round dispaire Like curtains shuts me up Come pale fac'd Hag And let not leaden plummets make thee lag With open arms I doe embrace thy Dart Which can give physick to my wounded Heart They say grief that descends to words is weak Mine is grown so I can no farther speak But by my Death I to Corinna prove Will that she tryumphs o're me and my Love ABSENCE SUch is the melancholly Earth when light Flies thence and leaves its room to sable night VVhen darkness Cold and Shadows dwell upon Her Surface some pale glimerings of the Moon Is all she can expect a mourner then She is till Phoebus brings his day agen Such is the matchless mateless Turtle Dove Sighing its murmurs for its absent Love Such is the body when the Soul is fled Such Pyramus supposing Thisbe dead Such the male Palm the female broken down As I am now my fairest Sylvia's gon My wither'd Head declines apace my green And growing youth to sprout no more is seen My blood 's grown cold and frozen every limb As if it wanted heat and life doth seem My hoarse complaints the very rocks do move VVho eccho the last accents of my Love A silent night inhabits my sad breast And now no chearful thought will be my guest Till her return whose eyes will cause a day Thus must I in my own unquiet stay Wishing for the bright morning which must rise From th' Luminaries of fair Sylvia's eyes DAPHNIS Fled I 'Le eccho in the tell-tale groves Lycidas and Daphnis Loves Now she has left this place Goe grave names in the tender rinde VVhisper my trouble to the VVinde He 'l tell where Daphnis stays Send kisses by the Soft lipp'd aire Begg charming Philomel to stay her VVith raptures of her voyce Bid Zephyrus gently hold her back Smooth fronted sand to shew her track That thus forsakes her choyce Not all the charmes the spring affords The pleasures of delicious gourds Flora's enamell'd dress Or what is beautifull and fair Or what delights above compare Can sorrow dispossess For Nature now 's unkind to me And my request denies I see For Daphnis will away In vain I prattle out my plaints She cannot hear my loud laments Nor would they cause her stay By yonder spring down will I lye VVhilst one as great flows from my eye To mingle with its stream Till her return thence I 'le not move But weep the absence of my Love VVith waves as great as them If my soul flyes out in a tear And she returnes and that you hear Her call a loud for me Good Nymph that answers him that speaks Say if that Lycidas she seeks Hee 's joyn'd to Niobe To LUCIA playing on her LUTE GReat Orpheus when he struck his Ivory Lyre Drew all the Savage Creatures to admire The sweetnesse of his charming Musick and Forgetting their fierce natures tamely stand The Wolfe Lamb Lyon and the Kid agree To Love whilst charm'd by his sweet harmonie Stones move themselves call'd by Amphion's Lute And Thebe's build without man's hands to do 't Yet fairest Lucia when I heard you play I soon confess you have
long a Commonwealth Such as it was a Bane to Englands Health Where fifty Tyrants with one mouth agree To eat up Law Religion Liberty Monsters that Kings and Bishops Lands devour Kept by extorted sums the Nation poor Philosophers that changed all to gold And let goe nothing that their gripes could hold Yet these were they that needs would stiled be The Keepers of our England's Libertie But by thy power great Monck wee 'r freed again And George most bravely has the Dragon slain Ambitious Cromwell put the purple on And having slain the Father rob'd the Son Of right and title to a royall Crown To set himself up pul'd another down And what he got by rapine he made good Though by Religion cloak'd by force and blood All what our Heroes once contended for With the sad tempest of a civill War Himselfe usurp'd and gloryed in his pride To have with peace what was to Kings deny'd But yet you see the Nation scourg'd that God Renews his mercy and has burn'd his rod And Cromwell's name grows odious every where Which w 〈…〉 s obey'd not out of Love but feare Let his example your ambition curb Doe not our growing happinesse disturb By mounting of a Throne is none of yours For be assured that the sacred powers Will blast the first fruits of thy tyranny Fraud must preserve what 's got by policy And now our people us'd to subtleties To be deceiv'd by crafts are grown too wise So that the fates deny thy Regiment And people to obey no more are bent Till he arises in the Brittish spheare Whom all desire the royall Crown to wear Thou seest our griefs and knowst the wayes to cure Our Maladies thy Faith we knows too pure For to be tempted to betray our hopes Who doubts thy loyalty to treason opes A way no though tho say'st thou 'lt us deceive Such is our confidence wee 'l not believe Since one so good and great as Monck must be The onely Man can give us liberty Brittain in sackcloth has mourn'd long enough 'T is time to lay aside the Sword and Buff 'T is time to pull those Puny-Nobles down Who speak against and yet affect a Crown That those by blood and vertue truly great May be installed in their long-left seat These shining in their ermin gallantry Beget a reverence due to Majesty Now I have done and you have this to doe To bring him in for whom the Nations sue Great Charls who more then by sev'n twelve months try'd And in afflictions Furnace purifi'd Must come forth brightet then try'd gold more bright Then lustrous Sol after a darksome night Whose brighter beames of Love shall raise the slain And make our Halcyon dayes to live again England shall blesse thy name when this is done And stile the Phosphor to the rising Sun To thee shall Brittain pay her anuall vowes Whilst Ducall diadems crown thy Princely brows A PANEGYRICK ON HIS MAJESTIES Entrance Into LONDON THE Heaven 's great Star since He saluted Earth With his diurnal Light ne'r yet gave Birth To such a joyfull Day as that wherein Charles to his native England came ag'in His loyall Subjects Hearts grown big with joy The best expressions of their Love imploy To give a cherefull welcome to their King From whose arivall all our blessings Spring Whilst Foes and Traytors to his royall Sire Grown mad through Envie in their rage expire Now Phoebus ushers in the happy day Which for posterity recorded may In golden letters ever stand and bee A festival for regain'd libertie And gilding all the Heavens with his Rayes Dispenses smiles Serenity displayes Revived Subjects throng to see their prize Joy sparkles in their faces and their eyes Their tongues and hands with powerfull Eccohs sound And joyfull shouts against the heavens rebound The Aire is fill'd on every side with noyse The voyce of Warr and death now speaks their joyes The Bells have tongues which sound our Joys aloud And say that Charles is come the Drums are proud To speak his march The silver Trumpets say Charles o're three Kingdoms doth tryumph to day Which conquest got by vertues has more charms To hold a lasting peace than that by Armes London in all its gallantry doth shine Conduits convert their water into wine Adorn'd the female beauties of the Land To see their Soveraign in Ballconies stand The bravest Heroes of the Brittish Isle Usher our Caesar through the streets the while Whose sacred face with beams of Majesty Surrounded far out-vies the bravery Of his adornments and the lustrous fire Of 's eyes dismays those who deny'd his fire And him to reign now they their folly see Converted by one look of Majesty Ten thousand Hearts and knees doe humbly bow As he goes by each heart a solemne vow Prepares of praise and of obedience too For long and happy dayes to Heav'en they sue Long live great Charles and may his sacred Name Swell to that worth not to be spoke by Fame May Nestors years his Happy reign attend May heav'ns his brest with Solomons choyce befriend The people cry Loud shouts conclude the day Phoebus to th' other world hasts to display The joyfull news Night now would take her turn But flaming fires in every Corner burne Which Night to Day change Phoebus place supply And make a Day without the Heav'n's great eye 'T is true whilst Charles possesses his own right That loyall Brittains can expect no night Our regall Sun since Charles the first was slain Ecclips'd has been but now shines bright again By Heav'n enthron'd thus in his peoples hearts He shall withstand all Machivilian Arts Laurells of peace about his brows shall spread And three great Crowns surround his royall Head Ita Precatur S. P. SOME TEARS Dropt o're the Herse OF THE INCOMPARABLE PRINCE HENRY DUKE OF GLOUCESTER FAtal September to the Royal Line Has snatch'd one Heröe of our hopefull Trine From Earth 't is strange Heav n should not praedeclare A loss so grievous by some Blazing Star Which might our Senses overjoy'd alar'm And time give to prepare for so great Harm The Spring-tide of our Joy was newly Flood Paying our Thankful Vows for so much good VVe gather now under a gracious KING Inspired Bards began strong Lays to Sing VVhen ôh sad Fate Ebb'd are our Flowing Seas And Epiques chang'd to Doleful Elegies Cruel Extremes thus robb'd of Joyes the chief Thrown down like Light'ning into Seas of Grief 'T is past the reach of Mortals to divine VVhy Heav'n so soon has broke our Threefold Line VVe may not pry without a black offence Into th' Arcana's of his Providence But may believe since with a Bounteous Hand God has restor'd the Blessings of this Land That he has flung us into Griefs extreme Not out of VVrath to Us but Love to Him He was Fair Fruit sprung from a Royal Bud And grown as great by fair Renown as Blood Ripe too too soon for in a Youth so green An Harvest was of gray-hair'd
more skill than they Your fingers strike a far diviner strain And mens Hearts harder than the stones you gain Brute Beasts when Orpheus play'd stood still and gaz'd When you stiff-necked men are more amaz'd He could unreasonable beasts controule But you command a reasonable Soul For men more fierce than cruell Tigers lay Their necks down and like captives yok'd obey Who then to bondage powerfull'st captives drew Orpheus tam'd beasts a harder task Men you ANOTHER WHen last I heard your nimble fingers play Upon your Lute nothing so sweet as they Seem'd all my soul fled ravish'd to my ear That sweetly animating sound to hear My ravish'd Heart with play Kept equal time Fell down with you with you did Ela climbe Grew sad or lighter as the tunes you plai'd And with your Lute a perfect measure made If all so much as I your Musick Love The whole world would at your devotion move And at your speaking Lutes surpassing charmes Embrace a lasting peace and fling by Arms To CELIA on some verses sent her by another DEar Fair if that some ripet wit In rapt of some poetick fit To ease the fancy of his brain Writ of Love and Love shall fain Shall those lines acceptance have Not those indited by thy slave Whose troubled brains no muses move But the darling God of Love If my lines you ' Count a toy You know Cupid is a boy Yet his trifles often finde Fair acceptance from the kinde Such are they whose search doth sist The givers mind above the guift Let others write to shew their wit When I Love shall be Cause of it On Love LOve is a fire Love is a flame Which darting came Th'orow the azure skie And just like the rays in Sol's hottest days peirc'd me from on high My heart before so chill and cold 'gan to unfold It self in those fair beams But its mighty flame soon it overcame Martyr'd 'twixt extreams Lov 's masterlesse and cruell fire if it grow higher Will kill with martyrdoms As heat forceth heat to a gentle retreat Love Love overcomes Song ASke me not why I am so sad nor why I here The Nymps forbear Do with my Arms a Crosse walk in this grove Within the hollow concave of my troubl'd breast Which never rests Lies the true cause and my tormentor Love 'T is jealous fear causes my care And burthens thus my Love-sick Heart I fear that she my deitie Delights to see my smart For still she frowns and Knitts her brows And doth abhorr my Company Whilst Lycon Courts her with her sports I dare not do 't though by O cruell fair why dost thou thus delight to kill Thy slave who will Whilst he has life adore thee and will be Courted by none for to neglect his duty though you are his foe And with tormenting pains would murther me And since that you forbid me sue Or ask for mercy I will ne'r With my complaints and sad laments In vain disturb your ear No death will doe as much as Love hath don VVith 's dart he 'l peirce me through Death will be found to Cure that wound VVhich Coelia would not doe DAMON to a foul Maid that courted him WHat mean'st thou Bacca Can my senses feast Upon the members of a parboyl'd Beast What boarish appetite thinkst thou I have That thou shouldst court me who 'd first wed a grave And death hug in my Arms then such a hag Whose hide pouch'd like a shrivl'd pudding-bag Reaks like another Aetna thy sous'd face And hawkie nose has not so good a grace As Madam monkies few Hairs on thy scalpe Thy mouth is Taenarus thy Teeth an alpe But that no snow but soot lyes always there In other parts like a deformed Bear Not yet lick'd into fashion Think'st thou Man Not turned Beast forsake his reason can To fall int' such a sink Thou stinking Trull Thou must like Pasiphae lie with a Bull Or couple with a boare thy next of kin For never hope you Man can tempt to sin For he that do'st it were I to judge his pain Should be and 't is enough to do 't again To LYDIA being retired privately into the Country NOw to the secret Groves is Lydia gone Stoll'n from us all meaning to live alone Among the silent woods where she may be From busie servants entertainments free And hear the pleasant songsters of the Groves With whistling layes resound their growing Loves With uncontrouling freedom view the trammells Of Flora which the fragrant meads inammels With pleasure walke and see the crystall brooks Catching the sportive fish with silver hooks Conversing with the flowry Napaeae Making diversity of flow'rs agree Bound up together 'mong the shady trees Daunce in a Circle with the Dryades Feeding on cleanly though but homely food Esteem'd the only Goddess of the wood O how I fear those rural pleasures may Entice her there to make a tedious stay But J with vows will Frosty Hyems move To hast the ruines of the leavy grove Pray cold mout'h Boreas kiss her tender cheek To make her shelter in the town to seek VVhere conversation and warm fires do bring Though frost without doors lies within a spring Poema Valedictorium Perdilecto intimoque Suo amico transfr 〈…〉 tura ALas what fate or rather providence Is this dear C unthought of rapt's thee hence What makes thee leave this Isle and seas pass o're To seek the blessings of a forrain shore Cann't ours content thee yea but thy free hand Transports the panneous blessings of our land And for exchange bring's back what ours hath none Of by exoticks to inrich our own Since then it is for publique good and thine That thou leav'st us it must needs be for mine I 'le not complain since truly one friend shou'd Suffer disasters for another's good And this is one and that of no mean weight That thee and I dear C must separate Vota Auspicata Farewell farewell may fruitefull Neptune please To sound retreat unto the surging seas By Triton's voyce may his resounding shell The threatning rage of all the billows quell May great Oceanus and Tridentifer Lest in th' envious liquid pathes you erre Be your conductors Let the Sea-Gods place Themselves about your ship for greater grace May Amphetrite and the Neriedes With all the Gods and graces of the seas Assembling sing Io-paeans to thy Honour And may the sea for joy thou rid'st upon her Express't with gentle leapings May the twinns Be never seen apart The God of winds Great Aeolus may he reflateing gales Enchaine within th' Hyperborean vales And let none 'Scape but Aura's from his hand To drive you forward to your wish'd-for land May glorious Titan pleasant make the dayes And gild the Sea with his projected rayes Serener nights attend you may the bright Phaebe at full give you her borrow'd light May Mercurie th' Negotiators God Attend you too with his Cyllenian rod And cause your gains ariseing from the fleece Of English Sheep Surmount that
brought to Greece By Jason's hand May these on you therefore Attend and bring you safe to this blest shore Vero Panomphaeo Thou thou true Neptune who the seas command'st Without a Trident still the billows can'st And with one single word make all obay Whether in Heav'n in Earth Hell Land or Sea Take thou my C under thy safe protection Guide him and favour ' im with thy sure direction And he 'le not fear the threat'ning of the waves Anchoring his hope upon a God that saves Be thou propitious to my prayers and then I shall be sure to see him once agen Coronis Fare well dear C I wish you well adiew My tears stop words once more farewell to you Sospitet Te Deus Opt. max. Epigram Stay Triton hold your breath and o're the main Conduct my C reduce him safe again To Albion's shore then sound your shell brave boy And make the waves leap to the skies for joy THE DEPART ADieu sweet Chloris for the Fates deny Me longer life and longer liberty I 'ave lost the one in gazing on that face Which justly may ot'h Daphian Queen take place To thee my liberty 's resign'd the grave Tomb shall bespeak me Chloris constant slave How can I longer think to live when I Ravish'd from the clear Sun-shine of thine eye Feel chilling colds and winter frosts begirt Continually with fatal blasts my heart No'tis those beams which thy bright eyes display That must dispell and chace these snows away That killing absence brings nought butthy breath May now redeem me from the dart of Death But there 's no hopes no other hopes but I Banish't your presence must resolve to dye Cloris adeiu for ever now adeiu For dye I must be'ng forc'd to part with you TYSTIRUS complaining BReak sadded heart burst thou with griefs complaint Let thy laments The hardest marble unto tears provoke Make flints to weep Increase the deep With drops expressed from that cruell stroke Wounded I lye and suffer from that hand That gave the wound Unto my bleeding Soul And from those eyes Light'nings proced Which strike me dead Nor w'thout she raise me can I ever rise Torment of cruell silence breeds this woe I undergoe My tongue is setter'd and I dare not speak Although my heart Feels deadly smart And swell'd with sorrow at the last must break But here 's a joy which feeds my sadded mind None hath divin'd The cause of my sadnesse and distress First shall my Love My murther prove Before to wrong her I my Love confess Damon on Amarillis dancing in a Ring SEE my fortune See my fortune How she flyes me And denys me Wo alas wo alas too soon Still I follow still I follow But she flyes me And denys me And cannot be wonn Cruel sport In this sort With woes to fill me Which will kill me Ah! from this pain release me For whilst she flys my eyes They discover I 'm a lover And that it is her self must ease me Round we go round we goe But she flys me And denys me Stil I follow wrapt in woe She moves swiftly and yet sweetly Don't forsake me I 'le o're take thee If thou wilt pity bestow Cruel sport in this sort To increase my fires And desires And to exhibit my despaire She Shifts her place apace I after move Be'ing urg'd by Love But in vain still my endeavours are Acrostick FEar-killing Faith Bold-zeal declares thy name Art pick't it out but nature lai'd the frame If ever name and nature did agree 'T is thine which are in perfect Harmonie Heav'n-blessed Faith which shakes th' Aethereal towers Cold-burning zeal 'gainst Heav'n-opposeing powers Offer themselves to view Thy virgin breast Loves Heav'n alone doth sordid Loves detest Death cannot shake thy Faith nor ever may Zeal like to thine a purer breast display Eternal flames of Heav'n-refined zeal And 〈…〉 oreing Faith thou in thy breast do'st feel Live ever happy Faith and zeal with thee E're stay t' effect this thy name's Prophesie Acrostick AGe bles't I hope thou art May many years Run their swift courses and the rouling spheres Tire in their motions May the circl'ing Sun About this round globe th'row the zodiack run Giving a hund'red springs and Autumns e're Earth or the Silent grave entomb thee there Bles't be thou here with Age with vertues more Let graces with thy years encrease thy store E're multiply So as thou hast begun Shine thou in vertue till thy race be run Death fear to touch this blooming blossom Now In Aprill stay untill December bow Her head with age and mak 't the earth to kiss Ope then thy fatal arms beat her to bliss Pluck her from hence 'fore Age doth call thee to her E're curs'd be for thou pulls the worlds cheif flower The Recovery HAil gentle virgin now my joys renew Their plumes for they were Sick as well as you And had you dy'd they had been buried too How'oft betwixt my hope and fear I dy'd Each symptom that my watchfull eyes espied My heart with thousand Torments crucify'd When scarlet seas did double dye thy face Mine pal'd to see how strong thy feaver was How great a Tyrant to usurp that place When thou grewst pale I even sunk for fear Lest Death's cold ashes had been strowed there Or that that Tyrant came to dominere When thou did'st sound my heart was made a prize To pallid fear nor could it ever rise Till hope to raise it sprouted from thine eyes My heart yet trembles now I think upon 't The thoughts oft with pale sadness paint my front Thou liv'st such mercies e're forget I wo'nt My Muse did languish by a Sympathy As if her life depended had on thee It seems thine was her numbers Treasurie Distress'd she sat in Mourning Liveries Whilst the clear Fountaines of her crystal eyes Wept in soft Tears most dolefull Elegies As thy cheeks Hyacinths o'recome their snows As vanquish'd are their Lillies by the Rose So on my muse new heat and vigor grows This Day mythought thy starry orbs were prest With wonted lustre and new beauties drest Thy Face which gave flames to my Muses breast Inspired thus she now begins to sing New ardors now her spritely Numbers wing And as thy health doth so her raptures spring Both consecrated are my Muse and I To sing the bliss of thy recovery And chaunt Io Paeans untill we dye May Heav'n as he has rais'd thee from the Dead Whose Name be blest his mighty bucklar spread From Death's fell arrows to defend thy Head Daine but to cherish with a gentle glance Of Favour shot from thy bright countenance These lines and it my Numbers will advance Such mercies cannot but my spirits raise In highest Notes to chaunt my sprightly lays And for thy Health to Heav'n sing songs of prayse Innocentia Politia Veritas Panurgia WHen that Astrea took her flight from hence To find in Heav'n a better residence Dame Innocentia wanting her protection Was scorn'd of all