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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63969	Poems on several occasions, with a pastoral to which is added, A discourse of life / by John Tutchin.; Poems. Selections	Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707.; Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707. Unfortunate shepherd.	1685 (1685)	Wing T3382; ESTC R20654	43,574	158

Duty to them would make him words refrain But 's Eye made Love in a fur nobler strain His Eyes grown languid did soft Vows impart The Eye 's the natural Index of the Heart Yet after Vows and Tears he Faithless proves The just result of our too conscious Loves When to the silent Groves Corinna hies Those guilty Scenes of our once dearest joys Here I can find no sweets nor wonted ease But sadly mourn my absent Philocles Down to the spreading Beech I go whose boughs Have oft bore witness of our mutual Vows There see our names upon the paler Rind In Amorous Characters together joyn'd By annual growth the Names now distant show Ah! must the Lovers be at distance too Relentless Fate in vain do Mortals grieve And chide at Destiny they cann't retrieve Who could have thought our joys so fresh and green So big with Love had ever Mortal been Uninterrupted sweets ran rowling by In boundless days like vast Eternity No hours big with Fate our rest annoys Nor sudden change our unadulterate joys Indulgent Nature strove with care to please The lov'd Corinna and her Philocles Whilest he the lovely Swain did sit and sing Beneath the pleasures of the blooming Spring The neighbouring Swains lay silent on the Plain And Philomel did chant her Lays in vain Down goes his Pipe and qualms of Love come on Then Mixing Vows and Kisses all in one Ah! tender Nymph he said was beauty given Beauty the chiefest Gift of bounteous Heaven To die like yielding flowers before the Sun And give no scent before its race be run Ah! lovely Mistress of my kindest fires Who in my active Soul beget'st desires Bless with a smile my melancholy hours And I Eternally am stiled yours Ah! cruel fair One smile and smiling say My anxious days you will with Love repay And here I smiling said for who cold hold When ravish'd looks the Heart's lov'd message told Know Philocles your Love I 've always seen And e're this time it had rewarded been With gazing Eyes I oft your form did view When you were sick I sympathiz'd with you But Love-sick Maids will any thing endure Refuse the Physick though they love the Cure But now I find in vain I long have strove Excuse me if I blushing say I Love Take no advantage 'ore my weak replyes In silence cherish a poor Virgins sighs Then here he swore by all the Powers Divine He wou'd be always True be always Mine But Ah! says he How weak the Joy does prove If we still rest on that slight Thing call'd Love Sighs are but Airy Blasts that move the Heart And drive the winged downy Cupid's Dart. Kisses are empty Prologues to the Play And like the Morning Dew soon melt away Ah! 't is Enjoyment must our Souls inspire And prove the Vigour of our Youthful Fire Tell me sweet Maid How blessed Venus sped With all the Pleasures of the Genial Bed When she Adonis drew unto her Breast And with stoln Joys the Youthful Lover blest This was a better Act and pleas'd her more Than o're rude Hills to see him chase the Boar. If Languid Looks were all Love's Mystery The Dead in Tombs might court as well as we Yield Beauteous Virgin ere the Time comes on When nought but the Desire shall fresh remain Ere fumbling Age shall soberer things perswade And you be call'd that hated thing Old Maid Yield yield I say But here I stopt his Speech And with alluring Words did him beseech Never again that impious Passion name So vilely great and so adulterous flame The just procurer of our future shame Thus the Almighty Gods will angry be And who can brook a thundring Deity Oh! Mention not the Gods he says for they In amorous sports do pass whole years away No Mortal here on Earth or God above Is such a Lecher as Almighty Jove Great rampant Whores Punks lewd and overgrown And sprawling Bastards do surround his Throne Out from unlawful Beds the Heavenly Race Did spring and ever since have lov'd the place We never yet have wicked Lovers been None but the guilty should lament for Sin How many sweets we lose and dear delights While the dull Priest performs the Nuptial Rites And silly Children grieve their Parents mind And fret themselves when Nuptial knots they bind Happy Macareus who didst gladly prove The pleasing joy of an incestuous Love To toy with Canace would slily creep When storms had rock't his Windy Sire asleep For this she never sigh'd though she did mourn His tedious absence and his wish'd return But e're I leave my Mistress and my Dear The Gods shall come and shall inhabit here Come down ye Gods from Heavenly Seats come down The perjur'd Swain is from his Mistris gone And left a Teeming wretch to sigh alone Think lov'd Apostate how this tender Child And his sad Mother you have thus beguil'd Methinks his Infant voice does screeching cry In my loath'd Womb his and my Misery My Child-bed Throes come on yet I take care Of seeing thee my Faithless Wanderer When drousie Night comes on all Creatures fly To sweet repose yet restless still am I. One Night the drousie God came to my Bed And with soft slumber did my Temples spread Senseless I lay as if I had been dead Just as sick Lovers use a pleasing Dream Came softly on and for its lovely Theam Before mine Eyes thy faithless Image came Feeble with Love my utmost force I try'd To lay the airy Phantome by my side But strugling hard a parting Kiss it drew And from my Arms my empty Lover flew But when I wak'd the Sun had deck'd my Bed And with the Night my sleepy Vision fled Good Gods I cry'd is this the bliss we prove This this the promis'd Joy of Cupid's Love Then grown distracted in my rage I tare The golden Locks of my once lovely Hair Whil'st in my dismal Breast fear meets with fears I wash my Lilly Hands in briny Tears You may believe 't my Eyes are watry still And while I write upon my Paper spill Their liquid Juice A Juice well known to me Yet such as Lovers never care to see Why do I weep when woe is past relief But there 's a certain pleasure found in grief T is vain to speak to Woods and Rocks 't is vain To cry to thee who 'rt harder perjur'd Swain Yet read these Lines read 'em as sent by me The only Legacy I leave to thee When unconfin'd at Liberty you rome Think on the wretched Nymph you 've left at home And when to windy Mountains you repair Waft one kind sigh to poor Corinna here Whil'st thou dost Scythia's Frost and Snow discover The fittest Climate for so cold a Lover Think how in scorching Love at home I burn And all the Night thy much loath'd absence mourn Thy tatter'd Flocks lie moaning 'ore the Plains A prey to greedy Wolves and Pirate Swains Thy lowing Herds by thee once lov'd so well In hoarser moans their Master's

4. Ne sit ancillae tibi amor pudori Xanthia Phoreu c. I. TO love a Serving-Maid no Sin can be Servants to us in Love are free The rough Achilles fell in Love With the white Skin'd Briseis and did prove Her humble Servant once her lofty Lord. The Son of Telamon so fam'd in War His Female Slave ador'd A Girle fair Was all the great Atrides did esteem Of all the Wealth and Victories got by him II. How canst thou tell but that fair Phillis may Be born of as noble clay As that which makes those Pageants we call Kingst Thou know'st not but she springs From a great Regal Line And weeps because the Gods have cast her down Believe me Phocus she deserves a Crown She needs must be Divine She who no breach of Oaths did ever know Who for an honest fame could wealth for-go Must needs of some high Parentage be born I whom Age doth seize With its incurable Disease I who all wanton wishes scorn Admire her Face her Arms and every Limb And think it worth my just esteem BOOK II. ODE 16. Otium Divos rogat in patenti Prensus Aegeo c. I. WHen the poor Mariner can nought espie But Sea and Skie Caught in the large Aegean Waves The dismal Clouds chasing away the Day The waining Moon no Light does give The guiding Lamps of Heaven are gone away Then the poor Merchant prays the Gods to live Peace cry the Thracians lame with War The Medes as quiet as their Quivers are Would be But Peace alas is sold Not for rich gems nor Purple nor for Gold II. 'T is not Oh Grosphus treasures great Can make perplexing care retreat 'T is not the Spears with Horses joyn'd Remove the tumults of the Mind Or drive the busie thoughts from off ones Bed His Mite a Million is who lives so well As no base Fear molests his sleep No great Ambition does disturb his Head Whose Board with homely Dainties doth excell Above a King's desire Set off with one old Salt that once did grace his Sire III. Why for Eternal Pleasures do we strive In a decaying mortal life Why must our station be remov'd From that dear Country once we lov'd Why do we seek another Air And leave our Native Land The change of Climates does not change our care Who aws a Nation can't himself command Care from the sturdy Ships won't keep adoof Though they were all of Canon proof The Card the Compass Helm and all the Art That Neptunes briny Subjects know Perplexes the poor Seamans Heart Sometimes he dreads the Rock and then the Seas And knows not where to go Fear trips it faster than frightn'd Hind Flies with more hast than the rough Easter Wind To rob a Mind of Ease IV. He that at present has a joyful Mind Ne're thinks on what 's to come He scorns to think on things that are not made Without a Being are in Chaos laid What pleasure can he find To dream of future care or think of future ease He keeps his pleasant home And mixes his sad thoughts with those that please None that the Gods have blest we happy call For whom they happy made was never blest in all How soon the great Achilles did to Death Yield his departing Breath How soon Death took him hence Who had Millions slew Soon did old Tython bid his House adieu His snowie Hairs cou'd not their wearer save From the inexorable Grave What is deni'd to thee to me may fall by chance V. Thou tell'st thy hundred Flocks of bleating Sheep Art pleas'd when thy Sicilian Heisers low No Musick is so good As Neighing Mares that rattle through the Wood Thou in bright Tissues in deep red dost go When the good natur'd Gods have given me A Soul of Verse a Poets name That 's writ on the chief Pinnacle of Fame A Heart from all perplexing Passions free Free from the Cowards cold and Madman's Heat But scorns the Vulgar and contems the great BOOK III. ODE 9. Donec gratus eram tibi Nec quis quam c. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HORACE and LYDIA HORACE WHen I alone my Mistress did enjoy When She was kindly free not vilely coy When no smooth Lad about her Neck did cling I vy'd in pleasure with the Persian King LYDIA When you no Beauty lov'd but only mine And Lydia was no slave to Chloe's shrine Then fairest Lydia had a lasting Name Preceded Ilia in the rank of Fame HORACE The Thracian Chloe now has got my Heart Sweet at her Lute excelling in her Art For whose dear sake I joyfully would die If I might gain the living Maid thereby LYDIA Calys Ornitho's Son a worthy Name Scorches my Heart with no unequal flame For whom I would a double Death enjoy If Heaven would give me the surviving Boy HORACE What now if Venus should the game retrieve And Marriage bonds betwixt us two should give If I should hate fair Chloes Aubourn Hair And ope ' the Gate to Lydia as my Dear LYDIA Though thou wert wilder than the raging Sea And he as beauteous as the Milky-way Thou angry as the Seas that threat the Skie In thy lov'd bosom I would live and die ODE I. AND why in red dost thou appear Heavens how you look and how I gaze Can you the Martial Livery wear And with it tread the Lovers Maze Though red and furious you are seen I 'm sure you 're white and kind within II. For you I sigh I grieve alone Give me your Heart to ease my pain I 'll kindly mark it for mine own And give it back to you again Free from times blot my Name shall rest Enroll'd so safe within your Breast ODE I. CUrse on your Friends Why should they interpose I never sought their Love And if my Loving you they disapprove You say You Love and you I chose Base awkard Sots To tell of Blood and Name And Titles and Estate and talk of Fame Things not worth the having Of which Young Lovers never have a Thought Though they by Fools are dearly bought They are not worth the saving II. Would you that Young tawdry Cockscomb wed Your Father so admires No bind him to your Waiting-Maid She 's fit for his Desires I grant him store of Wealth and I have none But yet my Wit will last when all his Money 's gone Poor silly Fool Must he my Rival be 'Cause he 's set off with gawdy Shows Lace Ribbons and fine colour'd Cloaths And this is all his Equipage and Worth I too will dress my Sword and set it forth In the new fashion'd Pedantry It shall make Love as well nay better far than he III. Let the old Fumblers dote at home And make long Baggs for whom they please In wanton Joys young Lovers roam And Fancies crosses still their Ease Friendship and Love all Tyes will break And will from Nature License seek Why then Dear Caelia should your Friends make such ado About your Joynture and your Portion given Which if