they have plenty but we seldom know VVhen wit and riches both together flow â—n the same font Fate mortals ticklish guide Doth them divide 15. Your waxen-winged verses will dissolve â—n time of want then censure will revolve Your fame i' th' bowels of contempt and drown'd You once renown'd 16. Are you in prison tell me can you pierce The gates and wickets by a measur'd verse Can your own fancy bail you can you be For crimes set free 17. Where 's all your friends perhaps one sayes I knoâ— hiâ— I 've seen his person I have read his Poem All wish him well but which man goes about To help him out 18. But now you Poets if you would have friends First learn ye to be happy else your ends Are all in vain and when you happy be Remember me 54. The Souldier and his Mistress So. HArk hark my Paragon the trumpet soundâ— The foaming horse come praâ—â—â— o're the ground The noise of battel in my ear rebounds 2. Arm arm brave Hectors the Centurions cry Advance advance your weapons or you die Which horrid noise will break our Sympathy 3. Mist No no it needs not shall the horrid swarmâ— Of men and horse allure thee by their charms To leave my fleshly for thy martial arms 4. â—ing closer then for thou shalt not depart â—rom me this night in person or in heart â—rm not for thou in arms already art 5. And th' art engage'd unto the harmless fight â—f wanton Cupid where this following night â—e'l both be conquer'd conquer'd with delight 6. Our smiles shall be our arrows and our eyes Are Stratagems sufficient to surprize Thoughts of dissention and Antipathies 7. Each blow will beg another and 't will ease us â—uch contestations cannot chuse but please us And such a quarrel greatly will appease us 8. Brave war and harmless oh who would deny To be a souldier in 't who would not die In such a battel such artillery 9. Sold I but I dare not if my Captain find Me in your quarters no excuse will blind His rigid sentence and his furious mind 10. Mist There 's none shall find thee for I 'le vail thy face And body too with the embroidered case Of my rich blanket where we will embrace 11. My smock shall shroud thee my hand shall guide thee From whatsoâ—'re disaâ—ter shall betide thee i th' busâ—â— on my belâ—y I will hide thee 12. Or if he find thee I will 〈◊〉 than That he is arm'd let him say what he can To ruine mortals thou to make a man 55. The Exclamation SInce 't was thy beauty that begun This servent â—rdor in my breast Make it my grief-expelling sun That wretched I may take some rest I burn I burn 'twixt the extreams Of fear and hope and thy bright beamâ— 2. One heat another may unthrone Then wonder not if I desire Who scorching lies i th' torrid Zone Your forehead to expel my fire Oh smile and let my heart not lie Broyl'd on the grid irons of thine eye 3. Ice fires foe laid to the skin That 's burnt will câ—use the â—lesh to turn Into a blâ—steâ— and within With greater 〈◊〉 to burn O Iey heart then be not so I would bring additions â—o my woâ— 4. â—â—â—ange kind of creature whose clear eye 〈◊〉 scorch and burn like Luna's brother â—d yet her heart in Ice doth lie â—r self doth freeze yet burns another â—e torrid and the frigid Zone â—ite their temperâ— both in one 5. â—en let thine eye thy heart reflect â—on and soon the Ice will perish â—â—d then thy heart will me affect â—â—d with enlivening flames me cherish â—ow I lie gasping and I saint â—r want of thee my lovely Sainâ— 6. â—â—ou art that tree whereon is found 〈◊〉 â—trange and double-natur'd power â—e one is bitterly to wound â—e other sweetly is to cure â—â—d since the first on me ha'st paâ—â— â—â—me now and cure me with the last 7. 〈◊〉 furious flame alas I fry â—â—d cannot damp the heat with water 〈◊〉 â—â—srcture reels and I must die 〈◊〉 beauty brings me not her daughter â—oss and turn and cannot rest â—is Juniper flames within my breast 8. â—ome lively soul let 's symphathize In love and arms and be not loth Let me behold in thy bright eyes Nareissus and Adouis both Were but thy heart as hot as mine I should find pleasure to calcine 9. Poor beauty-strucken soul I have No consolation in the world Unless thy bounty dain to save Me from those plagues upon me hurl'd Thou art that spell and only thee That charmest all my misery 10. Come sacred Doctress then and act Thy energy and power on me A word of thine with Cupid back't Is medicine enough to be Deaths Antidote and to controul The extasie wherein I roul 56. The Invitation to Marry PUt on Rosella ride not with delay 'T is full of danger all-devouring time Brings things in time to ruine and decay Enjoy thy pleasure now it is thy prime All things unused quickly are decay'd And for the lack of use are useless made 2. â—bserve an house that 's not inhabited â—ow soon swift time makes pock-holes in the walls â—bserve a cage from whence the bird is fled â—ow soon it's cobweb'd and to ruine falls â—h let not Rose thy wanton white and red â—or want of wanton use be withered 3. Thou art the Rose the Queen of every flower And if in time thou art not choicely taken Thou wilt decline and lose thy fragrant power And thy fresh cheeks of beauty be forsaken Then take this counsel let it not be known â—o rare a Rose should languish all alone 4. Make me thy Tenant and let me inherit This curious Joynter let thy youthful age â—e kept for me to me do you transfer it â—le be the Bird too if you 'l be the Cage â—le keep the house as 't is and you shall see No alteration in the Cage shall be 5. The Rose is even ripe and fit to gather Here is a hand shall pluck it if you please Let it not stand left time and stormy weather Shall blanch its vertue and make beauty cease Resign it now reserve it not until 'T is neither fit for scent nor to distil 6. Let 's love no longer single but enjoy The true Elysiunâ— which our Wedlock brings And let us feed on that felâ—city Where of the silly Dove of Venus sings Die not a Virgin lest survivers tell Rose is departed to loud Apes in hell 57. The â—reeminence ALas what 's Phoebus I did ne're Stand trembling to behold his light As I have often done to her He shines i' th day she day and night His glory can but dull mine eyes But in her lustre my heart fries Then tell me where most power lies 2. Pale-fac'd Diana can but shew A crazy countenance but my Rose Has full-grown beauty clear and true Her heavenly brow no blemish knows Yet in Lucina you may see Apparent spots pray then tell me
With glittering Nymphs Diana-like that be Set there on purpose to imbellish me From Pole to Pole my fancy flies to clear All insurrections that are gathered there I dispossess bold Boreas and asswage The stubborn sallies of his turdy rage Clearing the air of gloomy clouds and then I 'le kick down Persens from his seat agen And take the sloven that Lucina bears And pull him from his Mistress by the ears And being mounted on her Chrystal brest There will I sip my solace and my rest In her sweet bed of spices will I play From day till night and then from night till day Though Venus frown I care not for I lack No heart to daunt a foe when fill'd with Sack There do I triumph in my glorie for I need not bow to each competitor But laugh to see how sadly they repine And cannot climbe unto such fate as mine There do I smile to see our Zealots creep In clods of earth half ' wake and half asleep Like crawling Tortoises while I arise Mounting aloft like Eagles in the skies Then welcome Sack the only wings that carry A soul into Elysium is Canary 21. Her Continence T Is not the force o' th' golden shower That once so bounteously did poure â—nto Danaâ—'s lap that can Make my chaste Rose a Courtesan â—o Jupiter she will not stay â—er motion like Atalanta â—or th' golden Apples that are flung â—rom th' Wardrobe of a flattering tongue â—o y' are mistaken she is none â—f that slight mettal Shee 'l not owne â—mooth Sycophanters neither will â—he slumber carelesly until Great Jove the thund'rer shall descend â— There being no one to defend â—er from the furies of such fate And as she sleeps divirginate the tender girl as once you know â—e did unto fair Câ—listo â—nd then t' augment her first despair â—ransforms the Wench into a Bear Nor is she like nights queen that stept And kist Endimion as he slept â—eaving her dear Apollo bright â—hat â—till reguilds her horns with light And leaves her own Celestial mirth For the dull pleaâ—ures on the earth No no my Rose will never move The steddy bias of her love Like wav'ring Goddesses 't is she Exceeds them all in constancy And for thy sake my constant Rose The crossest wind that ever blows Shall not untwist that firm decree That Heaven seal'd 'twixt thee and me If wealthy Juno should present Her self with all th' Emolument That e're she had I should refuse Her riches and take thee to chuse If solid Câ—res should adorn My granaries with heaps of â—orn Upon condition that soon after I 'de wed my self unto her daughter I 'de heed her not if Pallas should A Cabinet to me unfold Of all her gemmes I 'de not dismount My love from Rose on this account In Rose there 's Juno Pallas too And there'sa Venus fair and true Mistake me not Rose is not base Shee 's not in act there but in face Therefore dear Rose what e're betide us It shall but wound us not divide us 22. The Soliloquy I Have no riches neither know I where the Mines of Silver grow The golden age I cannot find Yet there is plenty in my mind 'T is wealth I crave 't is wealth that I require Yet there 's no wealth to fill my vain desire Nor hopes thereof to still my craving lyre 2. What shall I do in such a case I am accounted mean and base Both friends and strangers frown on me â— Cause I am gaul'd with poverty Well let them frown yet I will not lament Nor value them though fortune has not lent To me her blessings yet 1 have content 3. Alas poor plant of low esteem How base of thee the world doth deem â—'me but an object could my name But once procure the wings of fame Then like Apollo glittering in the skies I 'de ride triumphant and I 'de tympanise Daring the apples of all humane eyes 4. I but I am not so sublime In parts and merits as to clime Into the high terrestrial story Of â—ame triumph renown and glory Yet my content shall vanquish my disease Perhaps if I should climb such stairs as these Like Icarus I might salute the Seas 5. For glory has but waxen wings It 's like the voice of one that sings A Prick-song ditty now he yauls With mounted voice and then he falls So falls our fame for censure will exile it And ill look't Envy quickly discompile it The least disaster may at last defile it 6. I but poor warm diseases pierce The thin and slender universe Of my poor flesh weak flesh yet I Can find no help nor remedy But yet I care not there 's a healthful wind Survey Philosophy and you shall find Sick flesh it better then a sickly mind 7. Then farewel care for carnal wealth For worldly fame and fleshly health I l'e use no Doctor while I find A wholsome temper in my mind I will not grieve no fate shall make me vary Both cross and loss shall be no adversary I l'e wash down all with glasses of Canary 23. The Lovers form LAdy behold a bruise that lies within The folded carpet of our skin Will at the length be clearly found To work it self into a wound That 's visible and will be seen Unto the eye both fresh and green Or like the ember-sparks that lie Rak't up in tenebrosity Which by degrees become a flame Even such is Love and mine 's the same To you fair Madam Therefore know That as these sparks of Love do grow Within my breast I must discover My self to be your faithful lover Nor do I speak with feigned tongue Projecting at your smallest wrong For my intention 's sound and true Lady I' me deep in love with you Your vertues and your beauty joynd Have kindled love up in my mind And such a flame that I am sure Ther 's none beside your self can cure Therefore sweet Mistress do you please By loving me again to ease My wounded heart which must be yours While I am mine or life endures 24. To my friends R. A. I. an Epithalme BEloved Couple may the Gods So rectifie you that no odds May ere distermine or divide The Gordian knot which ye have ti'd Let earnest frownings ne're unfashion Your calm content nor raise your passion May all your acts and postures be Of Cupids brave Artillery And may the greatest of your strife While you shall breath the breath of life No greater be but that a cup Of kissing lips may take it up Long may you live long may you be The darlings of felicity With health and wealth may fate salute ye As well as nature did with beauty 25. Another BRight stars of beauty and more bright In every vertue Since your light Is joyn'd and mingled I will pray To Jove and Juno that there may Be no Ecclipse nor breach of love To hide your glories or to move Your peaceful bosom whilst you be By Heaven allow'd this unity
who inspir'd Me with partiality and injur'd My clearer judgement else I had â—ot made loves Archery so bad Again to me my darts did glide Too too sublimely and too wide I levell'd with mine eye-sight aim Toward the center of a Dame Whom fortune had with dowries blest And sanctity it self exprest Whom natures seal had signed pretty And noble practise prov'd her witty All these I aim'd at and I thought To have ensnar'd them and have caught Them for my prey but she deni'd And when I shot she slipt aside When I said I she answered no And would not bend unto my bow When ere I urg'd her to explain Her mind she pinch't me with disdain No smiles but frownings waited on Her sharp responses whereupon I did commence to ruminate If these were not the signs of hate And in my search I proved these To be the true Antipodes To my intent then did I pause Upon this hate-producing cause In this fair object But the quest Of reason sitting in my breast Did soon convince my faith of this That my love-darts were shot amiss Herein said they your folly lies You aim'd at her and she was wise Therefore in vain your darts incline â—rudence with folly will not join 36. The Encomium MY mind has mov'd me oft to praise Rosella's beauty but her rayes Recall'd my Muses and enjoyn'd My well and ill prepared mind â—o curb these praises ere they sprung â—rom my soft quill or softer tongue for reason not the prop alone But Basis wisedom stands upon Hath re-inform'd me that she lack't No verbal or external act â—o patch her cheeks with or repair The tresses of her golden hair Where all the fuel is on fire There needs no breath to raise it higher A stomach fill'd with dainty meats Disgests not what it after eats Then pardon Rose my silent quill Which fancies not to superfill Your theme with praises which you neither Desire wiâ—h want or fancy either â—le not describe thy crimson blush Joves purest Nectar needs no bush But I will praise the courser sort That need it and will thank me for 't 37. Three Friends 1. THeer certain friends whom fortune did expâ— To many harms and dangers And circumvented with a world of foes Some neighbours others strangers 2. VVell blest with vigour and prepar'd with arms And sted fastly conjoin'd VVith resolution to oppose all harms VVith one entire mind 3. Their minds thus melted into one they went VVith fury to resist Each stop that stood their projects to prevent And each Antagonist 4. Nor did success prove poorer unto these Then 't was fore-doom'd to do For many a one they shackled by degrees And many a one they slew 5. Nor did their thirsty swords forbear to spill The vitals of their foes Nor sheath their bloody jaws in scabbards till There was no more t' oppose 6. Now all is won and every prize their own The trine is sweetly blest All the extinsick trouble being gone VVith native peace and rest 7. â—ut pride the darling of good fortune sprung Arm'd with desire of strife â—hese glorious Champions and these friends among And spoil'd their friendly life 8. Nor would it vanish till it had untwisted The knots once love had ti'd And now each friend his bosom-friend resisted till they were all destroy'd The Moral THese trusty friends three Nations were well known To be subordinate to a single Crown And while they lov'd the world could not out-vie them But their intestin hate did soon destroy them Intrinsick strife and home bred contradiction Are the next road to ruine and affliction 38 The Apology DOst thou admire to see my rhimes Accost thine eyes so oftentimes Pray tell me can the tender lambs Forget to bleat unto their dams Or can the babe refrain its tongue To wag to her from whence it sprung Can it withhold its childish strife From her that did indow 't with life No no it cannot neither will My muse be silent nor my quill Refrain its chattering unto you From whom my Muses breath accrew Had your refulgent rayes ne're shone With instigative power upon My dull Vrania she had been Unknown unskilful and unseen Oft your own lustre did inspire Me with an active power and then Like souls shall I not turn agen To my Creator mark the flame Ascends not it from whence it came No wonder then if you behold My Muses oft to be so bold To buz beneath your eye-beams seeing You are the author of their being 39. The Encouragement 1. WHat power affronts our zeal or who shalâ— stand As a sad Gnomon 'twixt thy self me Art thou not mine and dost thou not command â—e at thy pleasure by authority Since then our hearts are link't who shall prevent Or break the tenets of our true intent 2. â—e thou but loyal and it is no matter â—hough I be carbonado'd for thy sake â—hough our beleaguerers many a time shall bâ—tter â—hat Chrystal Tower of thine yet they shall take No inward prize nor 'twixt us interpose Be but our hearts true and we 'l fear no foes 3. â—e not too much dejected though th' art forc't To wait and linger for loves full repast The more our stomachs long the more they fast The dearer will our dainties be at last The longer a hot fever in thee burns The sweeter is thy health when it returns 4. Then banish doubtings of division from The promontories of thy silver breast Those fair Belconies of Elysium Where Heaven's Nectar and Ambrosia rest Each crabbed Guerdion by his purest arts Shall but divide our bodies not our hearts 40. The request to walk SOl has prepared every grove Fit mansions for retired love Come let us walk therein and see VVhich shine the brightest they or thee Come come there is no secret spy No bastard of Antipathy To Cupids Cordials that may leere Among the whistling trees to hear Our soft discourses and there is None to upbraid us when we kiss The feather'd train will gladly sing And in their order they will bring Fresh warbling Sonnets and advance Their mellow Musick while we dance To their serene and sprightly charms VVith hand in hand and arms in arms Speak then where shall we dance a round On Sylvan's floor or Ceres ground Or with Priapus shall we play Speak now and chuse the best you may The Answer THe thorny back't and rough Sylvanus Shall not refresh nor entertain us Nor withered Ceres 'cause the plow Has made long furrows on her brow But 't is Priapus I desire There we will play until we tire 41. The self-cheâ—k MY chaster Muses freely are inclin'd To wish thee to be wary Lest by temptation thou shouldst be enjoyn'd Like Cloris to miscarry But pardon me I doubt not in the least Because you would not fall at my request 42. The Advise 1. I Am big-belli'd with desire To court thine ears with admonition Left thou art melted by the fire Of such as unto thee petition 2. To crop