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Poems on several occasions originals and translations.
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Dingley, William, 1672 or 3-1735.
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turn of Thought That Mind which could all this and more command That great Container is it self Contain'd Which having through the Maze of Knowledge trac'd ' Found out the way to know it self at last Learn Man thy Inward once thy hidden Part Thou who the Reader thou the Lecture art Discern the Alien lodg'd within thy Breast Thy greatest Stranger though thy constant Guest Here 's no insipid School-men's empty Toys Whose Words consist of little else but Noise Who Seven long Years for their Degrees must wait E're Blub-cheeks speak them Masters of Debate While the poor Ware that 's hardly worth a Groat Is vainly boasted as 't is dearly bought But profound Sense that weighty Matters dress'd Sense fit by such as Hobbs to be express'd Back'd with the Reason be design'd to shew Reason the Painter and the Picture too See here thy secret Labyrinth display'd See here thy self a living Engine made See what Spring moves what Trigger stops the Wheel Thy very Soul so clearly Drawn so well That should ev'n Momus's Window intervene 'T would through that Glass be now but Darkly seen Lo an Idea of the Affections here See a Description of the Senses there What parted Flames our eager Passions move Which or our Anger kindle or our Love Here is the Seat of Grief and Pleasure here Fear it self Dares yet Trembles to appear Let Politicians first be rul'd by thee Would they o're vulgar Tempers Rulers be Thy Arts are foaming Bits that curb with ease And ply the Stubborn to the Bonds of Peace Here Archimedes may sure-Footing find To Know is almost to subdue the Mind When he wrests Scepters from the Hands of Kings And fierce Barbarians to Compliance brings Makes Trembling Palsy seize the Royal Throne And ev'n the World it self turns upside-down There 's nothing can his Government withstand Who can the Mind that Governs all command Audacious Soul who dost as high aspire For Knowledge as Prometheus did for Fire Tell me what Deity to thee has shown These noble Arts to Ages past unknown What Saint sent hither by the Lord of Light Said Brother Hobbs recieve Immortal Sight Claim this as thy peculiar Gift alone Unknown to all as all to thee are known What by Creation was the Work Divine Is made Great Soul by Revelation Thine THE Seventh ELEGY OF THE SECOND BOOK OF TIBULLUS WHen Thoughts are mutinous 'twixt D th and Life Hope steps between and parts the fatal Strife Many had slept in Death's eternal Night Had Hopes bright Sun withdrawn his pleasant Light 'T is Hope prolongs the wretched Lovers stay Which if it fly Life with it flies away Prophetick Hope can only Grief destroy Disarming present ills with future Joy The Plow-man trusts his Seed to Mother Earth In full Assurance of a better Birth But should his Hopes as long Retirement have Furrows for Corn would prove the Tillers Grave By Hope the Fowler 's Nets for Birds are wrought Hope the true Bait whereby all Fish are caught Hope makes Confinement perfect Liberty Hope makes the Slave amidst his Fetters free Naught can divert him from his merry Tone Hope calls for Songs when they require a Groan Hope like my Mistress does my Heart beguile Hope makes her Frowns the dimples of a Smile Forbear Fair Nymph forbear thy haughty Scorn Teach not the Goddess Hope to Die forlorn Let it suffice in Beauty to out-vie Submit in Power to her Deity If you your Sisters Ghost or Love or Fear By loving me evince your Love to her So mayst thou Earth on her young Members lay A Turf as slender and as soft as they She shall my Prayers she shall my Offerings have Sweet Garland shall perfume her putrid Grave And least like her the sairest Flower they die I 'll with my Tears the absent Dew supply There secure Refuge there Redress I 'le seek And since you will not move her Dust to speak She 'll never let the living Sister have Those Tears due only to the Dead one's Grave Let me no longer then Denial find On her Account if not on mine be Kindâ— Left she to Horror turn your sweet Repose Making you view her tho' your â—yes you close View her besmear'd with such a bloody Gore As once her deadly â—all had caus'd before When from aloft stain'd into Styx she fâ—â— Thus making almost a Red-Sea in Hell While in such dreadful Colours Ghosts appear Spectators grow as Pale as those they fear But hold my Mistress do's her Grief renew And I my self a Feind not Lover shew If this dire method must my Woes relieve I 'de grieve for ever might she never Grieve May those consenting Eyes ne're shed a Tear Show'rs are unseasonable when Stars appear Not she but Phryne ought to bear the blame Phryne as void of Pity as of Shame Who others Letters by her cruel Art Hid in her Bosom slyly does impart And joyns them nearer to my Mistresses's Heart When I enquire she 's not at Home she 'll cry Altho' my Mistresses's Voice does speak her nigh And when I come my Promise to obtain She says she 's in a Fright or else in Pain Till by her Lies 't is I the Anguish hear Making her Feign'd become my real Fear Then like some sullen Ghost I sigh and groan To see my Treasure stoln away and gone My Fancy's wrack'd my Thoughts in spite of Fate Her Lovers pleasures but my Pains create Then I to Phryne in her kind Reply And every Curse is Eccho to a Lye Whatever part off all my Curses fail That you may live Distress'd let that prevail 'T is Just ye Gods 't is just at length that she Who caus'd my Grief should live in Grief like me On the DEATH of the late Renown'd Learned and Honourable Mr. ROBERT BOYLE FOr Boyle the Learned Boyle is this Complaint Who liv'd Philosopher who dy'd a Saint And intermix'd with the Angelick Crew Augments their Company and Knowledge too Such was his Learning such his Piety That ev'n his Physicks taught Divinity Never such Gifts from Heaven to Man were given Never such Gratitude re-paid to Heaven Farewel ye ancient Bards a doting Crew Who no more Nature than its Author knew Ev'n thee great Stagirite we bid Adieu Whom greater Boyle precedes in our Esteem Far more in Worth than thou dost him in Time Compare both Physicks and to use thy Term Thine the first Matter his appears the Form Thus Boyle re-acts thy part Excell'd we see By thee Thy Master by thy Scholar Thee Nor was he perfect in this Art alone Philosophy alas too rarely known Went hand in hand with his Religion * Mr. Hobbs Others think fit to load the teeming Press With studious Effects of Wickedness And while mysterious Nature they unfold Deny the Providence they there behold But Boyle as Pious as Experienc'd grown Their Wisdom knew their Folly left unknown As oft to Church as Library he went His Time in Prayer as well as Study spent His Practice did
POEMS ON Several Occasions ORIGINALS and TRANSLATIONS Scrinia da magnis me Manus una capit Mart. Lib. 1. Epig. 3. Printed in the Year 1694. And are to be Sold by most Booksellers A DIALOGUE BETWEEN APOLLO and DAPHNE Apollo I. WHEN my Eye first gaz'd on thee Daphne Brighter far than me Oh! so sure was Cupid's Dart Piercing my unwary Heart Blind he All-seeing seem'd but I Seem'd blind with my All-seeing Eye Daph. II. Pray kind Phoebus pray forbear You 'le obtain no Favour here Chast Diana has my Vow Which I promis'd long ago To her I owe Virginity I can't thy Sister please and Thee She runs away Apollo III. Why so swift I 'me now I fear Forc'd to chase this tim'rous Deer Would you like Diana seem Be the Huntress not the Game Your light-feet ne're from me shall stray The World 's my Circuit every day Daph. IV. But you 'le wounded halt while I Wing'd with untouch'd Chastity Cut through craggy Rocks and Dales Proudest Hills and humbleft Vales Till like Prometheus I aspire And steal thy Swiftness not thy Fire Apollo V. Yet there 's one Reserve in store Which of Conquest is secure On my well-strung Harp I 'le Play Sweeter than the Thracian Lay Which stole ev'n Fury's Hearts away To tame Thee more Unkind than They. Daph. VI. Hence to Jove's Abode repair Love some beauteous Goddess there Other Flames Ascend you see Why should yours Descend to me Or else your Physick Druggs apply That you like me may Love defy Apollo VII Why to Heaven should I repair Alas alas my Heaven 's here Why go Court some Deity Thou a Goddess art to me Why with my Druggs my Pains remove 'T is you alone can heal my Love Daph. VIII Well since then I can't be free Peneus I resign to Thee Thou my Father art 't is you Gave me Life you take it too Make me a Stock a Tree a Grove Object of any thing but Love Apollo IX Be a Tree or what you will You shall be my Mistriss still For the richer Lawrel Crown I 'le reject a Golden one Thou shalt to Rome in Triumph ride Heroes thy Bride-groom thou their Bride Daph. X. I would sooner Phoebus be Wedded thus than now to Thee Such a Wedding sure will prove My Denial not my Love While Heroes Triumph over those Who than themselves are weaker Foes I 'le o're a stronger Foe than me I 'le ride in Triumph over Thee Chorus XI Pity all ye Powers above Pity Phoebus Sick of Love Lo his Wreath at once does tell Daphne's Change and Love's Farewelâ— From hence the Custome first arose That Willow-Green baulkt Lovers chose Who Phoebus catch at Love like thee And find their Daphne prove a Tree At least a Ribband Green as she In Black are other Mourners seen The wretched Lover mourns in Green CEPHALUS 's Lamentation for his Wife PROCRIS being ignorantly Slain by him as he was Hunting of wild Beasts WRetch that I am who tho' I know not how A Skillful Murderer from Huntsman grow What Fate my too unerring Dart mis-led To strike my better part my Procris Dead Amongst the Bushes while she lay unseen A well-concealing not desending Skreen I to the Hunter's Virgin-Goddess pray'd And little dreaming any Harm I said May'st thou as I adore thy Sports and Thee Cause that my Darts so many Deaths may be She granted straight and by her Grant did prove A Friend to Hunters but a Foe to Love Here the Effect of my Petitions see Points to the Dead Body Petitions once now Curses are to me See how the Purple Gore defiles the Ground And blusheth for the Author of her Wound See her pale Face true Emblem of my Fear While Death instead of Venus Triumphs there Amazing Sight that does fresh Horrours breed Oh! would she ne're had or had now been hid Unlucky Stars who le Influence Combine That thus her closing Eyes should open mine But why these vain Expressions of my Grief These bring my Sorrows not my Guilt relief I 'le choose a Victim shall my Crime attone Ne're spare the worst part when the best is gone I 'le take the lukewarm Dart my self I 'le slay My cruel self that slew th'unwel come Prey 'T is I alas 't is I my self appear The real Beast I so mis-took in her Assist me Death by thy kind Aid I 'le shew My love to Justice and my Procris due I can't my Guilt and her hard Fate survive For since she 's Dead 't is Death for me to Live Amor Fugitivus or The fled Love Paraphras'd out of Moschus Idyllium the First LEnd all ye Lovers an attentive Ear Love's Goddess calling for her lost-Love hear Has any found my Cupid gone astray The Blind alas can't choose but loose his way He that discovers shall enjoy a Kiss He that produces him a riper Bliss So many Marks about the Boy appear So many Signs which none but he does bear That if to any undiscern'd he be 'T is only such who are as Blind as he Expect no Whiteness in his outward Skin That Snow is melted by the Flames within He like to Fire tho' I from Water came His Skin for want of sparkling Eyes darts Flame His Tongue much Sweetness utters more Deceit His Mind as wicked as his words are sweet One thing he speaks another thinks his Mind No less to others than his Sight is Blind His Speech drops Honey but when prone to Rage In civil Broyls his Love sick Thoughts engage His sharp and dang'rous Weapon is Deceit The Use of which discrectly is to Cheat There Falshood reigns the Truth if ought there be As far from Nakedness as cloathing He. The Crocodilish Youth himself betrays O how when angry Cruel when he Plays His fine curl'd Locks adorn a sawcy Face His Hairs are Golden but his Cheeks are Brass His Hands tho' short can reach as far as Hell His Darts wound ev'n the Dead that therein dwell If you examine throughly you will find His Body only Naked not his Mind Swift as a Bird he flutters here and there In him Men sometimes sometimes Women share And when he does to each himself impart The Perch whereon he Pitches is the Heart Slender his Arrows little is his Bow The Marks they shoot at Hell and Heaven too Like Bitterness inclos'd in Gilded Pill Rank poisnous Shafts his Golden Quiver fill From which even I too oft a Wound receive A deeper Wound than Diomedes gave All things are Cruel all alas the Sun More by this Little borrow'd Heat out-done Than he exceeds his borrow'd Heat the Moon If e're you catch him bind him Hand and Foot And be as Merciless as he to boot Take heed least he thy tender Heart beguile With Feigned Tears or a more Feigned Smile Avoid his Kiss those sweetest Lips despise Under that Honey hidden Poison lies If he his whole Artillery produce Then straight presents it freely to your use No less his Weapons than his Kiss refuse Reject