and shadows still admireâ— 'T is true He wakes that feels this real fire But to sleep better for who e're drinks deep Of this Nepenthe rocks himself asleep Pro. Fruition adds no new wealth but destroys And while it pleaseth much yet still it cloys Who thinks he should be happier made for that 〈◊〉 reasonably might hope he might grow fat By eating to a Surfeit this once past What relishes even kisses lose their taste Con. â—â—essings may be repeated while they cloy But shall we starve cause Surfeitings destroy And if fruition did the tasâ—e impair Of Kisses why should yonder happy pair Whose joys just Himen warrants all the night â—onsume the day too in this less delight â—ro Urge not 't is necessary alas we know The homeliest thing that Mankind does is so The world is of a large extent we see And must be peopled Children there must be So must Bread too but since there are enough Born to that drudgery what need we plough Con. I need not plough since what the stooping Hinde Gets of my pregnant Land must all be mine But in this nobler Tillage 't is not so For when Anchises did fair Venus know What interest had poor Vulcan in the Boy Famous Aeneas or the present joy Prâ— Women enjoy'd what e'retofore they have been Are like Romances read or Scenes once seen Fruition dulls or spoils the Play much more Than if one read or knew the Plot before Con. Plays and Romances read and seen do fall In our opinions yet not seen at all Whom would they please to an Heroick tale Would you not â—â—sten lest it should grow stale Pro. 'T is expectation makes a blessing dear â—â—aven were not Heaven it we knew what it were Con. If 't were not Heaven if we knew what it were â— would not be Heaven to those that now are there Pro. As in Prospects we are there pleased most Where something keeps the eye from being lost And leaves us room to guess so here restraint â—â—lds up delight that with excess would faint Con. 〈◊〉 preserves the pleasure we have got 〈…〉 〈…〉 In goodly prospects who contracts the space Or takes not all the bounty of the place We wish remov'd what standeth in our light And nature blame for limiting our sight Where you stand wisely winking that the view Of the fair prospect may be always new 〈◊〉 They who know all the wealth they have are poâ—â— He 's only rich that cannot tell his store Con. Not he that knows the wealth he has is poor But he that dares not touch nor use his store To a Friend of the different success of their Loves THrice happy pair of whom we cannot knoâ— Which first began to love or loves most now Fair course of passion where two Lovers 〈◊〉 And run together 〈…〉 Successful Youth whom Love has taught the way To be victorious in the first Essay Sure Love 's an Art best practised at first And where th'experienc'd still prosper worst I with a different Fate pursu'd in vain The haughty Calia till my just disdain Of her neglect above that passion born Did pride to pride oppose and scorn to scorn Now she relents but all too late to move A heart directed to a Nobler love The scales are turn'd her kindness weighs no more Now than my vows and service did before So in some well wrought hangings you may see How Hector leads and how the Grecians flee â—ere the fierce Mars his courage so inspires â—hat with bold hands the Argive Fleet he fires 〈…〉 there from Heaven the blew ey'd Virgin falls â—nd frighted Troâ— retires within her Walls They that are foremost in that bloody Race Turn head anon and give the Conqu'rors chace So like the chances are of Love and War That they alone in this distinguish'd are In love the victors from the vanquish'd flie They flie that wound and they pursue that die An Apology for having loved before THey that never had the use Of the Grapes surpriâ—ing juycâ— To the first delicious cup All their Reason render up Neither do not care to know Whether it be best or no. So they that are to love inclin'd Sway'd by Chance not Choice or Art To the first that 's fair or kind Make a present of their heart 'T is not she that first we love But whom dying we approve To Man that was i' th â—evening made Stars gave the first delight Admiring in the gloomy shade Those little drops of light Then at Aurora whose fair hand Remov'd them from the Skies He gazing toward the 〈◊〉 did stanâ— She entertain'd his Eyes But when the bright Sun did appear All those he can despise His wonder was determinâ—d there And could no higher rise He neither might nor wisht to know A more refulgent light For that as mine your beauties now Imploy'd his utmost sight To Zelinda FAirest piece of well form'd Earth Urge not thus your haughty birth The power which you have o're us lies Not in your Race but in your Eyes None but a Princeâ— alas that voice Confines you to a narrâ—â— choice Should you no Honey vow to taste But what the Master-Bees have plac't In compass of their Cells how small A portion to your share would fall Nor all appear among those few Worthy the stock from whence they grew The sap which at the Root is bred In Trees through all the Boughs is spred But Vertues which in Parents shine Make not like progress through the Line 'T is not from whom but 〈◊〉 we live The place does oft those graces give Great Iuliâ—s on the Mountains bred A Flock perhaps or Herd had led He that the world subdu'd had been But the best wrestler on the Green 'T is Art and Knowledge which draw forth The hidden Seeds of Native worth They blow those spâ—rks and make them rise Into such flames as touch the Skies To the old Heroes hence was given A Pedigree which reacht to Heaven Of mortal Seed they were not held Which other mortals so excell'd And Beauty too in such excess As yours Zeliâ—da claims no less Smile but on me and you shall scorn Henceforth to be of Princes born I can describe the shady Grove Where your lov'd Mother slept with Iove And yet excuse the faultless Dame Caught with her Spouses shape and name Thy matchless form will credit bring To all the wonders I shall sing On Mr. John Fletcher's Plays FLetcher to thee we do not only owe All our good Plays but all those other too Thy Wit repeated does support the Stage Credits the last and entertains this Age No Worthies form ' d by any Muse but thine Could purchase Robes to make themselves so fine What brave Commander is not proud to see Thy brave Melaâ—tiâ—s in his Gallantry Our greatest Ladies love to see their scorn Out-done by thine in what themselves have worn The impatient Widow e're the year be done Sees thy Aspasia weeping in her Gown I never yet the Tragick strain assay'd
turn my dazelled sight To behold their milder light But as hard 't is to destroy That high Flame as to enjoy Which how easily I may do Heaven as easily scal'd does know Amoret as sweet and good As the most delicious Food Which but tasted does impart Life and gladness to the Heart Sacharissa's beautie's Wine Which to madness doth incline Such a Liquor as no Brain That is Mortal can sustain Scarce can I to Heaven excuse The Devotion which I use Unto that adored Dame For 't is not unlike the same VVhich I thither ought to send So that if it could take end 'T would to Heaven it self be due To succeed her and not you VVho already have of me All that 's not Idolatry VVhich though not so fierce a Flame Is longer like to be the same Then smile on me and I will prove Wonder is shorter liv'd than Love On the Head of a Stag. SO we some antique Hero's strength Learn by his Launces weight and length As these vast beams express the beast VVhose shady brows alive they drest Such Game while yet the world was new The mighty Nimrod did pursue VVhat Huntsman of our feeble Race Or Dogs dare such a Monster chase Resembling with each blow he strikes The charge of a whole Troop of Pikes O fertile Head which every year Could such a crop of wonder bear The teeming earth did never bring So soon so hard so hugh a thing Which might it never have been cast Each years growth added to the last These lofty Branches had supply'd The Earths bold Son 's prodigious Pride Heaven with these Engines had been scal'd When Mountains heap'd on Mountains fail'd To a Lady in a Garden SEes not my Love how Time resumes The Glory which he lent these Flow'rs Though none should taste of their perfumes Yet must they live but some few hours Time what we forbear devours Had Hellen or th' Egyptian Queen Been nere so thrifty of their Graces Those Beauties must at length have been The spoil of Age which finds out faces In the most retired places Should some malignant Planet bring A barren drought or ceaseless Show'r Upon the Autumn or the Spring And spare us neither Fruit nor Flow'r Winter would not stay an hour Could the resolve of Loves neglect Preserve you from the violation Of coming years then more respect Were due to so Divine a fashion Nor would I indulge my passion The Misers Speech in a Masque BAlls of this Mettal slack'd Atlanta's pace And on the Amorous Youth bestow'd the Race Venus the Nymphs mind measuring by her own Whom the rich spoils of Cities overthrown Had prostrated to Mars could well advise Th' adventurous Lover how to gain the prize Nor less may Iupiter to Gold ascribe For when he turn'd himself into a Bribe Who can blame Danae or the brazen Tow'r That they with-stood not that Almighty show'r Never till then did Love make Iove put on A Form more bright and Nobler than his own Nor were it just would he resume that shape That slack Devotion should his Thunder scape 'T was not Revenge for griev'd Apollo's wrong Those Asses ears on Mida's Temples hung But fond Repentance of his happy wish Because his Meat grew Mettal like his Dish Would Bacchus bless me so I 'de constant hold Unto my wish and dye Creating Gold On the Friendship betwixt two Ladies TEll me Lovely loving Pair Why so kind and so severe Why so careless of our care Only to your selves so dear By this cunning change of hearts You the power of Love controul While the Boys deluded Darts Can arrive at neither soul. For in vain to either Breast Still beguiled Love does come Where he finds a forreign Guest Neither of your hearts at home Debtors thus with like design When they never mean to pay That they may the Law decline To some friend make all away Not the silver Doves that flie Yoakt in Citharea's Car Not the wings that lift so high And convey her Son so far Are so Lovely Sweet and Fair Or do more ennoble Love Are so choicely matcht a pair Or with more consent do move Of her Chamber THey taste of death that do at Heaven arrive But we this Paradise approach alive Instead of Death the dart of Love does strike And renders all within these walls alike The high in Titles and the Shepheard here Forgets his Greatness and forgets his Fear All stand amaz'd and gazing on the fair Loose thought of what themselves or others are Ambition loose and have no other scope Save Carlislâ—s favour to imploy their hope The Thracian could though all those tales were true The bold Greeks tell no greater wonders do Before his feet so Sheep and Lions lay Fearless and wrathless while they heard him play The Gay the Wise the Gallant and the Grave Subdu'd alike all but one passion have No worthy mind but finds in hers there is Something proportion'd to the rule of his Whilst she with cheerful but impartial grace Born for no one but to delight the race Of men like Phoebus so divides her light And warms us that she stoops not from her height Of Loving at first sight NOt caring to observe the Wind Or the new Sea explore â—natcht from my self how far behind Already I behold the shoar â—ay not a thousand dangers sleep 〈◊〉 the smooth bosome of this deep â—o 't is so Rockless and so Clear â—hat the rich bottom does appear â—av'd all with pretious things not torn â—â—om shipwrackt vessels but there born â—weetness Truth and every Grace â—hich time and use are wont to teach 〈◊〉 eye may in a moment reach â—nd read distinctly in her face Someother Nymph with Colours faint And pensil slow may Cupid paint And a weak heart in time destroy She has a stamp and prints the Boy Can with a single look inflame The coldest Breast the rudest tame The Self Banished IT is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay But to prevent the sad encrease Of hopeless Love I keep away In vain alas for every thing Which I have known belong to you Your Form does to my Fancy bring And makes my old wounds bleed anew Who in the Spring from the new Sun Already has a Fever got Too late begins those shafts to shun Which Phoebus through his veins has shot Too late he would the pain asswage And to thick shadows does retire About with him he bears the rage And in his tainted bloud the Fire But vow'd I have and never must Your banisht servant trouble you For if I break you may mistrust The vow I made to love you too SONG GO lovely Rose Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be Tell her that 's young And shuns to have her Graces spy'd That hadst thou sprung In Desarts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended dy'd Small is the worth Of
what his bold hand would do On my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute SUch moving sounds from such a careless touch So unconcern'd her self and we so much What Art is this that with so little pains Transports us thus and oâ—r our spirit reigns The trembling strings about her fingers crow'd And tell their Joy for every kiss aloud Small force there needs to make them tremble so Touch't by that hand who would not tremble too Here Loves takes stand and while she charms the ear Empties his quiver on the listning Deer Musick â—o softens and disarms the mind That not an Arrow does resistance find Thus the fair Tyrant celebrates the prize And acts her self the triumph of her eyes So Nero once with Harp in hand survey'd His flaming Rome and as it burnt he play'd To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing CHloris your self you so excel When you vouchsafe to breath my thought That like a spirit with this spell Of my own teaching I am caught That Eagles fate and mine are one Which on the shaft that made him die Espy'd a feather of his own Wherewith he wont to soar so high Had Eccho with so sweet a grace Narcissus's loud complaints return'd Not for reflexion of his face But of his voice the Boy had burn'd Of the marriage of the Dwarfs DEsign or chance makes other wive But Nature did this Match contrive Eve might as well have Adam fled As she deny'd her little Bed To him for whom Heaven seem'd to frame And measure out this only Dame Thrice happy is that humble pair Beneath the level of all care Over whose heads those Arrows flie Of sad distrust and Jealousie Secured in as high extream As if the world held none but them To him the fairest Nymphs do show Like moving Mountains topt with snow And every Man a Polyphâ—me Does to his Galatea seem None may presume her faith to prove He profers Death that profers Love Ah Chloris that kind nature thus From all the world had server'd us Creating for our selves us two As Love has me for only you Loves farewel TReading the path to Nobler ends A long farewel to Love I gave Resolv'd my Country and my Friends All that remain'd of me should have And this Resolve no mortal Dame None but those eyes could have o'rthrown The Nymph I dare not need not name So high so like her self alone Thus the tall Oak which now aspires Above the fear of private Fires Grown and design'd for nobler use Not to make warm but build the houâ—e Though from our meaner flames secure Must that which falls from Heaven indure From a Child Madam AS in some Climes the warmer Sun Makes it full Summer e're the Spring 's begun ' And with ripe fruit the bending boughs can load Before our Violets dare look abroad So measure not by any common use The early Love your brighter eyes produce When lately your fair hand in womens weed Wrap't my glad head I wish't me so indeed That hâ—sty time might never make me grow Out of those favours you afford me now That I might ever such indulgence sind And you not blush or think your self too kind Who now I fear while I these joys express Begin to think how you may make them less The sound of Love makes your soft heart afraid And guard it self though but a Child invade And innocently at your white brest throw A Dart as white a Ball of new faln snow On a Girdle THat which her â—lender waste confin'd Shall now my joyful Temples bind No Monarch but would give his Crown His Arms might do what this has done It was my Heaven's extreamest Sphear The Pale which held that lovely Dear My Joy my Grief my Hope my Love Did all within this Circle move A narrow compass and yet there Dwelt all that 's good and all that 's fair Give me but what this Riban bound Take all the rest the Sun goes round The Apology of Sleep For not approaching the Lady who can do any thing but sleep when she pleaseth MY charge it is those breaches to repair Which nature takes from sorrow toil and care Rest to the Limbs and quiet I confer On troubled minds but nought can add to her Whom Heaven and her transcendent thoughts have plac'd Above those ills which wretched Mortals taste Bright as the deathless gods and happy She From all that may infringe delight is free Love at her Royal Feet his quiver lays And not his Mother with more haste obeys Such real pleasures such true joys suspence What Dream can I present to recompense Should I with lightning fill her awful hand And make the Clouds seem all at her command Or place her in Olympus top a guest Among th'immortals who with Nectar feast That power would seem that entertainment short Of the true splendor of her present Court Where all the Joys and all the Glories are Of three great Kingdoms sever'd from the care I that of â—umes and humid vapours made Ascending do the seat of sense invade No Cloud in so serene a Mansion find To over-cast her ever-shining mind Which holds resemblance with those spotless Skies Where flowing Nilus want of Rain supplies That Christal Heaven where Phoebus never shrouds His golden beams nor wraps his Face in Clouds But what so hard which numbers cannot force So stoops the Moon and Rivers change their course The bold Maeonian made me dare to steep Ioves dreadful Temples in the dew of sleep And since the Muses do invoke my power I shall no more decline that Sacred Bower Where Gloriana thâ—ir great Mistriss lies But gently taming those victorious Eyes Charm all her senses till the joyful Sun Without a Rival half his course has run Who while my hand that fairer light confines May boast himself the brightest thing that shines At Pens-hurst WHile in the Park I sing the listning Deer Attend my passion and forget to fear When to the Beeches I report my flame They bow their Heads as if they felt the same To Gods appealing when I reach their bowrs With loud complaints they answer me in showrs To thee a wild and cruel Soul is given More deaf than Trees and prouder than the Heav'n Loves â—oe profest why dost thou falsly â—eign Thy self a Sidney from which Noble strain He sprung that could so far exalt the name Of Love and warm our Nation with his Flame That all we can of Love or high desire Seems but the smoak of am'rous Sidneys fire Nor call her Mother who so well do's prove One breast may hold both Chastity and Love Never can she that so exceeds the Spring In Joy and Bounty be suppos'd to bring One so destructive to no humane stock We owe this fierce unkindness but the Rock That cloven Rock produc'd thee by whose side Nature to recompence the fatal pride Of such stern Beauty plac'd those healing springs Which not more help than that destruction brings Thy heart no ruder than the rugged
vanish'd so entire away Her wondrous beauty and her goodness merit We should suppose that some propitious spirit In that celestial form frequented here And is not dead but ceases to appear To the Queen-Mother of France upon her Landing GReat Queen of Europe where thy off-spring wears All the chief Crowns where Princes are thy heirs As welcome thou to Sea-girt Britains shore As erst Latona who fair Cinthia bore To Delos was Here shines a Nymph as bright By thee disclos'd with like increase of light Why was her joy in Belgia confin'd Or why did you so much regard the wind Scarce could the Ocean though inrag'd have tost Thy Soveraign Bark but where th' obsequious coast Pays tribute to thy Bed Romes conquering hand More vanquish'd Nations under her command Never reduc'd glad Berecinthia so Among her deathless Progeny did go A wreath of Flowers adorn'd her reverent Head Mother of all that on Ambrosia fed Thy godlike race must sway the age to come As she Olympus peopled with her womb Would those Commanders of Mankind obey Their honor'd Parent all pretences lay Down at your Royal Feet compose their Jarrs And on the growing Turk discharge these Wars The Christian Knights that sacred Tomb should wrest From Pagan hands and Triumph o'r the East Our Englands Prince and Gallia's Dolphin might Like young Rinaldo and Tancredo fight In single combate by their sword again The proud Argantes and fierce Soldan slain Again might we their valiant deeds recite And with your Thuscan Muse exalt the fight To the mutable Fair. HEre Caelia for thy sake I part With all that grew so near my heart The passion that I had for thee The Faith the Love the Constancy And that I may successful prove Transform my self to what you love Fool that I was so much to prize Those simple virtues you despise Fool that with such dull Arrows strove Or hop'd to reach a flying Dove For you that are in motion still Decline our force and mock our skill Who like Don Quixot do advance Against a Wind-mill our vain Launce Now will I wander through the Air Mount make a stoop at every fair And with a Fancy unconfin'd As lawless as the Sea or Wind Pursue you wheresoe'r you fly And with your various thoughts comply The formal Stars do travel so As we their names and courses know And he that on their changes looks Would think them govern'd by our Books But never were the clouds reduc'd To any Art the motion us'd By those free vapors are so light So frequent that the conquer'd sight Despairs to sind the rules that guide Those gilded shadows as they slide And therefore of the Spacious Air Ioves royal consort had the care And by that power did once escape Declining bold Ixions rape She with her own resemblance grac'd A sâ—ining cloud which he embrac'd Such was that Image so it smil'd With seeming kindness which beguil'd Your Thirsis lately when he thought He had his fleeting Caelia caught T was shap'd like her but for the fair He fill'd his Arms with yielding Air A fate for which he grieves the less Because the gods had like success For in their story one we see Pursues a Nymph and takes a Tree A second with a Lovers haste Soon overtakes whom he had chac'd But she that did a Virgin seem Possest appears a wandering stream For his supposed love a third Lays greedy hold upon a bird And stands amaz'd to find his dear A wild Inhabitant of the air To these old tales such Nymphs as you Give credit and still make them new The Am'rous now like wonders find In the swift changes of your mind But Caelia if you apprehend The Muse of your incensed friend Nor would that he record your blame And make it live repeat the same Again deceive him and again And then be swears he 'll not complain For still to be deluded so Is all the pleasure Lovers Know Who like good Faulkners take delight Not in the quarrey but the flight Of Salley OF Iason Theseus and such worthies old Light seem the tales Antiquity has told Such beasts and monsters as their force opprest Some places only and some times infest Salley that scorn'd all power and laws of Men Goods with their owners hurrying to their den And future ages threat'ning with a rude And savage race successively renew'd Their King despising with rebellious pride And foes profest to all the World beside This pest of Mankind gives our Hero fame And through th'obliged world dilates his name The Prophet once to cruel Agag said As thy fierce sword has mothers childless made So shall the sword make thine and with that word He hew'd the man in pieces with his sword Just Charls like measure has return'd to these Whose Pagan hands had stain'd the troubled Seas With Ships they made the spoiled Merchant mourn With ships their City and themselves are torn One squadron of our winged Castles sent O'r-threw their Fort and all their Navy rent For not content the dangers to increase And act the part of tempests in the Seas Like hungry Woolves these Pirats from our shore Whole flocks of sheep and ravish't Cattell bore Safely they might on other Nations prey Fools to provoke the Soveraign of the Sea Mad Cacus so whom like ill fate perswades The herd of fair Alcmena's seed invades Who for revenge and mortals glad relief Sack'd the dark cave and crush'd that horrid Thief Moroccos Monarch wondring at this fact Save that his presence his affairs exact Had come in person to have seen and known The injur'd worlds revenger and his own Hither he sends the chief among his Peers Who in his Bark proportion'd Presents bears To the renown'd for piety and force Poor captives manumiz'd and matchless horse Puerperium YOu Gods that have the power To trouble and compose All that 's beneath your bower Calm silence on the Seas on Earth impose Fair Venus in thy soft arms The God of rage confine For thy whispers are the charms Which only can divert his fierce design What though he frown and to tumult do incline Thou the flame Kindled in his breast can'st tame With that snow which unmelted lies on thine Great Goddess give this thy sacred Island rest Make Heaven smile That no storm disturb us while Thy chief care our Halcyon builds her nest Great Gloriana fair Gloriana Bright as high Heaven is and fertile as Earth Whose beauty relieves us Whose Royal bed gives us Both glory and peace Our present joy and all our hopes increase Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. WHile she pretends to make the Graces known Of matchless Mira she reveals her own And when she would anothers praise indite Is by her Glass instructed how to write To one married to an old Man SInce thou wouldst needs bewitcht with some ill charms Be buried in those monumental arms All we can wish is may that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs and so good
night To Flavia Song T Is not your beauty can ingage My wary heart The Sun in all his pride and rage Has not that Art And yet he shines as bright as you If brightness could our souls subdue 'T is not the pretty things you say Nor those you write Which can make Thirsis heart your prey For that delight The graces of a well-taught mind In some of our own sex we find No Flavia 't is your love I fear Loves surest darts Those which so seldom fail him are Headed with hearts Their very shadows makes us yield Dissemble well and win the field The Fall SEe how the willing earth gave way To take th' impression where she lay See how the mould as loath to leave So sweet a burden still doth cleave Close to the Nymphs stain'd garment here The coming Spring would first appear And all this place with Roses strow If busie feet would let them grow Here Venus Smil'd to see blind Chance It self before her son advance And a fair image to present Of what the Boy so long had meant 'T was such a chance as this made all The World into this order fall Thus the first loveâ—s on the clay Of which they were composed lay So in their prime with equal grace Met the first patterns of our race Then blush not faiâ— or on him frown Or wonder how you both came down But touch him and he 'll tremble strait How could he then support your weight How could the Youth alas but bend When his whole Heaven upon him lean'd If ought by him amiss were done 'T was that he let you rise so soon Of Silvia OUr sighs are heard just Heav'n declares The sense it has of lovers cares She that so far the rest out-shin'd Silvia the fair whiles she was kind As if her frowns impair'd her brow Seems only not unhandsome now So when the sky makes us endure A storm it self becomes obscure Hence 't is that I conceal my flame Hiding from Flavia's self her name Lest she provoking Heaven should prove How it rewards neglected love Better a thousand such as I Their grief untold should pine and die Then her bright morning over-cast With sullen clouds should be deâ—ac't The Budd LAtely on yonder swelling bush Big with many a coming Rose This early Bud began to blush And did but half it self disclose I pluck't it though no better grown And now you see how full 't is blown Still as I did the leaves inspire With such a purple light they shone As if they had been made of fire And spreading so would flame anon All that was meant by Air or Sun To the young flower my breath has done If our loose breath so much can do What may the same inform's of love Of purest love and musick too When Flavia it aspires to move When that which life-less buds perswades To wax more soft her youth invades Upon Ben. Johnson MIrror of Poets mirror of our age Which her whole face beholding on thy stage Pleas'd and displeas'd with her own faults indures A remedy like those whom musick cures Thou hast alone those various inclinations Which Nature gives to Ages Sexes Nations So traced with thy All-resembling Pen That what ere custom has impos'd on men Or ill got habit which deforms them so That scarce a Brother can his Brother know Is represented to the wondring eyes Of all that see or read thy Comedies Who ever in those Glasses looks may find The spots return'd or graces of his mind And by the help of so divine an Art At leasure view and dress his Nobler part Narâ—issâ—s couzened by that flatt'ring Well Which nothing could but of his beauty tell Had here discovering the deform'd estate Of his fond mind preserv'd him self with hate But Vertue too as well as Vice is clad In Flesh and Blood so well that Plato had Beheld what his high fancy once embrac't Vertue with colours speech and motion grac't The sundry postures of thy copious Muse Who would express a thousand Tongues must use Whose fate 's no less peeuliar than thy Art For as thou couldst all characters impart So none could render thine who still escapes Like Proteus in variety of shapes Who was nor this nor that but all we find And all we can imagine in mankind To Mr. George Sands on his translation of some parts of the Bible HOw bold a work attempts that Pen Which would inrich our vulgar tongue With the high raptures of those men Who here with the same spirit sung Wherewith they now assist the Quire Of Angels who their Songs admire What-ever these inspired Souls Were urged to express did shake The aged deep and both the Poles Their num'rous Thunder could awake Dull Earth which does with Heaven consent To all they wrote and all they meant Say Sacred Bard what could bestow Courage on thee to soar so high Tell me brave Friend what help'd thee so To shake of all mortality To light this Torch thou hâ—st climb'd higher Than he who stole Celestial fire Chlorus and Hilas Made to a Sarabran Câ—l HIlas ô Hilas why sit we mute Now that each Bird saluteth the Spring Wind up the slackned strings of thy Lute Never canst thou want matter to sing For love thy Brest does fill with such a fire That whatso'er is fair moves thy desire Hil. Sweetest you know the sweetest of things Of various flowers the Bees do compose Yet no particular taste it brings Of Violet Woodbind Pink or Rose So love the result is of all the graces Which flow from a thousand several faces Chl. Hilas the Birds which chant in this Grove Could we but know the Language they use They would instruct us better in Love â—nd reprehend thy inconstant Muse For Love their Breasts does fill with such a fire That what they once do chuse bounds their desire Hil. Chloris this change the Birds do approve Which the warm Season hither does bring Time from your self does further remove â—ou than the Winter from the gay Spring She that like lightning shin'd while her face lasted The Oak now resembles which lightning hath blasted Under a Ladies Picture SUch Hellen was and who can blame the Boy That in so bright a Flame consum'd his Troy But had like Virtue shin'd in that fair Greek The am'rous Shepherd had not dar'd to seek Or hope for Pity but with silent moan And better Fate had perished alone In Answer Of Sir John Suckling's Verses Pro. STay here fond Youth and ask no more be wiâ—e Knowing too much long since lost Paradise Con. And by your knowledge we should be bereft Of all that Paradise which yet is left Pro. The vertuous joys thou hast thou wouldst shoulâ— still Last in their pride and wouldst not take it ill If rudely from sweet dreams and for a toy Thou awak't he wakes himself that does enjoy Con. How can the joy or hope which you allow Be stiled vertuous and the end not so Talk in your sleep
th' unruly horse Unwisely we the wiser East Pity supposing them opprest With Tyrants force whose law is will By which they govern spoyl and kill Each Nymph but moderately fair Commands with no less Rigor here Should some brave Turk that walks among His twenty Lasles bright and young And beckens to the willing Dame Preferr'd to quench his present flame Behold as many Gallants here With modest guise and silent fear All to one Female Idol bend Whilest her high pride does scarce descend To mark their follies he would swear That these her guard of Eunuchs were And that a more Majestique Queen Or humbler slaves he had not seen All this with indignation spoke In vain I strugled with the yoke Of mighty love that conquering look When next beheld like lightning strook My blasted soul and made me bow Lower than those I pitied now So the tall Stag upon the brink Of some smooth stream about to drink Surveying there his armed head With shame remembers that he fled The scorned dogs resolves to try The combat next but if their cry Invades again his trembling ear He straight resumes his wonted care Leaves the untasted Spring behind And wing'd with fear out-flies the wind To Phillis PHillis why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day Could we which we never can Stretch our lives beyond their span Beauty like a shadow flies And our youth before us dies Or would youth and beauty stay Love hath wings and will away Love hath swifter wings than Time Change in love to Heaven does clime Gods that never change their state Vary oft their love and hate Phillis to this truth we owe All the love betwixt us two Let not you and I require What has been our past desire On what Shepherds you have smilâ—d Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd Leave it to the Planets too What we shall hereafter do For the joys we now may prove Take advice of present love To Phillis PHillis 't was love that injur'd you And on that Rock your Thirsis threw Who for proud Caelia could have dy'd Whilst you no less accus'd his pride Fond Love his darts at random throws And nothing springs from what he sows â—rom foes discharg'd as often meet The shining points of Arrows fleet In the wide air creating fire As souls that joyn in one desire Love made the lovely Venus burn In vain and for the cold youth mourn Who the pursuit of churlish Beasts Preferr'd to sleeping on her Brests Love makes so many hearts the prize Of the bright Carliles conquering eyes Which she regards no more than they The tears of lesser beauties weigh So have I seen the lost Clouds pour Into the Sea a useless shower And the vext Sailors curse the rain For which poor Shepherds pray'd in vain Then Phillis since our passions are Govern'd by chance and not the care But sport of Heaven which takes delight To look upon this Parthian flight Of Love still flying or in chase Never incountring face to face No more to love we 'll sacrifice But to the best of Deities And let our hearts which love disjoyn'd By his kind Mother be combin'd SONG WHile I listen to thy voice Chloris I feel my life decay That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away Oh! suppress that Magick sound Which destroys without a wound Peace Chloris peace or singing die That together you and I To Heaven may go For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is that they sing and that they love SONG STay Phoebus stay The world to which you flie so fast Conveying day From us to them can pay your hast With no such object nor salute your rise With no such wonder as de Mornay's eyes Well do's this prove The error of those antique books Which made you move About the world her charming looks Would fix your beams and make it ever day Did not the rowling Earth snatch her away To Amoret AMoret the milky way Fram'd of many nameless stars The smooth stream where none can say He this drop to that prefers Amoret my lovely foe Tell me where thy strength does lie Where the power that charms us so In thy Soul or in thy eye By that snowy neck alone Or thy grace in motion seen No such wonders could be done Yet thy wast is streight and clean As Cupids shafr or Hermas rod And powerful too as either God To my Lord of Falkland BRave Holland leads with him Falkland goes Who hears this told and does not straight suppose We send the Graces and the Muses forth To Civilize and to instruct the North Not that these ornaments make swords less sharp Apollo bears as well his Bow as Harp And though he be the Patron of that Spring Where in calm peace the Sacâ—ed Virgins sing He courage had to guard th'invaded Throne Of Love and cast th' ambitious â—iants down Ah noble Friend with what impatience all That know thy worth and know how prodigal Of thy great Soul thou art longing to twist Bays with that Ivy which so early kist 〈…〉 Thy youthful Temples with what horror we Think on the blind events of war and thee To Fate exposing that all-knowing breast Among the throng as cheaply as the rest Where Oaks and Brambles if the Cops be burnâ—â— Confounded lie to the same Ashes turn'd Some happy wind over the Ocean blow This Tempest yet which frights our Island so Guarded with Ships and all the Sea our own From Heaven this mischief on our heads is thrown In a late Dream the Genius of this Land Amaz'd I saw like the fair Hebrew stand When first she felt the Twins begin to jar And found her womb the feat of Civil War Inclin'd to whose relief and with presage Of better forâ—unâ— for the present age Heav'n sends quoth I this discord for our good To warm perhaps but not to waste our bloud To raise our drooping spirits grown the scorn Of our proud neighbours who ere long shall mourn Though now they joy in our expected harms We had occasion to resume our Arms. A Lion so with self provoking smart His rebel tail scourging his Nobler part Calls up his courage then begins to roar And charge his foes who thought him mad before For Drinking of Healths LEt Bruits and Vegetals that cannot think So far as drought and nature urges drink A more indulgent Mistriss guides our sprights Reason that dares beyond our appetites She would our Care as well as Thirst redress And with Divinity rewards excess Deserted Ariadne thus supply'd Did perjur'd Theseus cruelty deride Bacchus imbrac'd from her exalted thought Banish'd the man her passion and his fault Bacchus and Phoebus are by Iove ally'd And each by others timely heat supply'd All that the Grapes owe to his ripening fires Is paid in numbers which their jucie inspires Wine fills the Veins and healths are understood To give our Friends a Title to our Blood Who naming me doth warm his courage so Shews for my sake
Queen THe Lark that shuns on losty boughs to build Her humble Nest lies silent in the Field But if the promise of a cloudless day Aurora smiling bids her rise and play Then straight she shews 't was not for want of voicâ— Or power to climb she made so low a choice Singing she mounts her airy wings are stretcht Towards Heaven as if from Heaven her note she fetch So we retiring from the busie throng Use to restrain th' ambition of our Song But since the light which now informs our age Breaks from the Court indulgent to her râ—ge Thither my Muse like bold Prometheâ—s fliesâ— To light her Torch at Gloriana's eyes Those Sovereign beams which heal the wounded soul And all our cares but once beheld controul There the poor Lover that has long endur'd Some proud Nymphs scorn of his fond passion cur'd Fares like the man who first upon the ground A glow worm spy'd supposing he had found A moving Diamond a breathing Stone For life it had and like those Jewels shone He held it dear till by the springing day â—nform'd he threw the worthless worm away She saves the Lover as we Gangreens stay By cutting hope like a Iopt Limb away This makes her bleeding patients to accuse High Heaven and these expostulations use Could Natuâ—e then no private Woman grace Whom we might dare to love with such a face Such a complexion and so radiant eyes Such lovely motion and such sharp replies Beyond our reach and yet within our sight What envious power has plac'd this glorious light Thus in a Starry night fond Children cry For the rich spangles that adorn the Skie Which though they shine for ever fixed there With light and influence relieve us here All her affections are to one enclin'd Her bounty and compassion to Mankind To whom while she so far extends her grace She makes but good the promise of her face For Mercy has could Mercies self be seen No sweeter look than this propitious Queen Such guard and comfort the distressed find From her large power and from her larger mind That whom ill fate would ruine it prefers For all the Miserable are made hers So the fair Tree whereon the Eagle builds Poor Sheep from tempests their Shepherds shields The Royal Bird possesses all the bows But shade and shelter to the Flock allows Joy of our age aud safety of the next For which so oft thy â—ertile Womb is vext Nobly contented for the publick good To waste thy spirits and diffuse thy blood What vast hopes may these Islands entertain Where Monarchs thus descended are to reign Led by Commanders of so fair a Line Our Seas no longer shall our power confine A brave Romance who would exactly frame First brings his Knight from some immortal Dame And then a weapon and a flaming shield Bright as his mothers eyes he makes him wield None might the mother of Achilles be But the fair Pearl and glory of the Sea The man to whom great Maro gives such fame From the high bed of heavenly Venus came And our next Charles whom all the stars design Like wonders to accomplish springs from thine Vpon the Death of my Lady Rich. MAY those already curst â—ssexian plains Where hasty death and pining sickness reignâ— Prove all a Desart and none there make stay But â—â—vâ—ge Beast or men as wilde as they There the fair light which all our Island grac'd Like Hero's Taper in the window plac'd Such fate from the malignant air did find As that exposed to the boisterous wind Ah cruel Heaven â— to snatch so soon away Her for whose life had we had time to pray With thousand vows and tears we should have sought That sad decrees suspension to have wrought But we alass no whisper of her pain Heard till 't was sin to wish her here again That horrid word at once like Lightning spread Strook all our ears The Lady Rich is dead Heart rending news and dreadful to those few Who her resemble and her steps pursue That death should license have to rage among The fair the wife the vertuous and the young The Paphiam Queen from that sierce battle born With goared hand and veil so rudely torn Like terror did among th'immortals breed Taught by her wound that Goddesses may bleed All stand amazed but beyond the rest Th'heroique Dame whose happy womb she blest Mov'd with just grief expostulates with Heaven Urging the promise to the obsequious given Of longer life for ne'r was pious Soul More apt t' obey more worthy to controul A skilful Eye at once might read the Race Of Caledonian Monarchs in her Face And sweet Humility her look and mind At once were losty and at once were kind There dwelt the sorn of Vice and pity too For those that did what she disdain'd to do So gentle and severe that what was bad At once her hatred and her pardon had Gracious to all but where her Love was due So fast so Faithful Loyal and so True That a bold hand as soon might hope to force The rouling lights of Heaven as change her course Some happy Angel that beholds her there Instruct us to record what she was here And when this cloud of sorrow 's over-blown Through the wide world we 'l make her graces known So fresh the wound is and the grief so vast That all our Art and Power of speech is waste Here passion sways but there the Muse shall raise Eternal monuments of louder praise There our delight complying with her fame Shall have occasion to recite thy name Fair Sacharissa and now only fair To sacred friendship we 'l an Altar rear Such as the Romans did erect of old Where on a marble Pillar shall be told The lovely passion each to other bare With the resemblance of that matchless pair Narcissus to the thing for which he pin'd Was not more like than yours to her fair mind Save that you grac'd the several parts of life A spotless Virgin and a faultless Wife Such was the sweet converse 'twixt her and you As that she holds with her associates now How false is hope and how regardless fate That such a love should have so short a date Lately I saw her sighing part from thee Alas that such the last farewel should be So look 't Astraea her remove design'd On those distressed friends she left behind Consent in Vertue knit your hearts so fast That still the knot in spight of death does last For as your tears and sorrow-wounded soul Prove well that on your part this bond is whole So all we know of what they do above Is that they happy are and that they love Let dark oblivion and the hollow grave Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have Well chosen Love is never taught to die But with our nobler part invades the Skie Then grieve no more that one so Heavenly shap'd The crooked hand of trembling age escap'd Rather since we beheld her not decay But that she