winds blow back the Seas agen And cover you that women henceforth may Beware and earnest love with earnest pay But I am patient and though in vaine I love I dare not therefore be profane May you arrive safely and soon and live In all felicity whil'st I here grieve And sigh and weep for you may not a thought Of yours remember me be I forgot Lest when you think how you have left me you Should give a stop unto your mirth and rue But one word more it is not yet too late To make a wretched Lover fortunate Let not my prayers sighes vows be spent in vain But as I do love you so love again And we will go together never part Till I your body have who have my heart Which had I in possession I should finde Ways soon enough to win your backward mind 24. Although she cannot number thousands even With some deform'd whom Fortune more hath given Shall want of wealth scorn'd by true happiness Resist my way or make me love her less Yet hath she a fair Portion and her Name From one of our best Houses Coritane And she is beauteous as a cheerful day Or Venus rising from her Mother-Sea Are not her teeth the richest Pearls and sure He that hath Pearls enow cannot be poor Are not her radiant eies two diamonds fair And we all know that those stones precious are Art not her hairs of Gold And what but it fit Makes wrinkles smooth Age youth unfit things Her beauteous Cheekes are Roses such as neither The Spring can give nor the cold Winter wither Her lovely Breasts are Apples of more worth Then ever the Hesperides brought forth Arabian Odours both the India's Good She in one curious body doth include Cupid in nothing more his eies doth miss Then that he cannot see how fair she is Jupiter for her would unthrone his Queen And Pluto leave his lovely Proserpine Neptune from Amphitrite would remove And Mars for her forsake the Queen of love She 's like a Soul before it doth depart Even all in all and All in every part No man hath seen her but to every Sence Of him she bettereth the intelligence He knows his eies are perfect in their sight That in no other Object can delight He knows his smelling's exquisite that doth When he hath felt her breath all others loth A perfume for the Gods most fit and sweet When they at Counsel on Olympus meet And Iris they or Mercury beneath T is likely send for her so fragrant breath A free and unconfined touching her Above the lips of Queens all would prefer Or sacred hands of bounteous Kings compar'd The pretious Down of Phoenix's being hard Unto her softer skin And her sweet Tongue Which chides in Musick and enchantes in song And strikes the ablest Rhetoricians dumb Is fit'st to plead the peace of Christendom He in the sphere of happiness will move On whom she pleases to bestow her love And have the most delicious Repast That shall her Hymenaean Dainties tast You that are beauty in the Zenith who Can find no Equal wheresoer'e you go My Love no longer cruelly despise But dart me mercy from your gracious eyes And we shall both be rich For I am sure Themselves no happy Lovers ere thought poore 25. To her obtain'd Past are my sighs and woes complaints and tears Nor am I longer subject to my fears Her frowns no more strike terrour to my soul Though I was wounded she hath made me whole Within the rank of happy Lovers I Am now enrol'd and march triumphantly Ore all the Crosses that before did stay And hinder me to enter in this way And sing the Boy-Gods praise who wanting sight Shot at my Mistress and did hit the White My happiness is such that Times to come Shall not complain I of my joys was dumbe Let him whose Mistress is deform'd or old Not worth a Sonnet nor a Line withhold Or if on such an heap of years or sad Chaos of features he will needs run mad Loose the true judgement of his eyes or think That Channel water's Nectar he doth drink Let him profess he 's happy ne're so much The World that sees her cannot think him such 'T were fondness in me that what ere my youth Writ in her praise I now should say was truth I would not if I could but to be just To her and to my self thus much I must I 'm so far from repenting of my choice That every day she 's dearer in mine eyes Dear heart and dearer to me then mine heart We 'l live in love and in our loves depart The World shall bless our Fates and they that come Into sad bonds wish happy Lovers dumb Funeral Elegies 1. On the Death of my very good Friend Mr. Michaâ—l Drayton PHoebus art thou a God and canst not give A Priviledge unto thine own to live Thou canst But if that Poets nere should dye In Heaven who should praise thy Deity Else â—ill my Drayton thou hadst liv'd and writ Thy life had been immortal as thy wit But Spencer is grown hoarse he that of late Song Glorianâ— in her Elfin state And so is Sydney whom we yet admire Lighting our little Torches at his fire These have so long before Apollo's Throne Carrel'd Encomiums that they now are growne Weary and faint and therefore thou didst dye Their sweet unfinish'd Ditty to supply So was the Iliad-writer rapt away Before his lov'd Achilles fatall day And when his voice began to fail the great 〈…〉 did assume his seat Therefore we must not mourn unless it be 〈◊〉 none is left worthy to follow thee It is in vain to say thy lines are such As neither time not envies rage can touch For they must live and will whiles there 's an eye To reade or wit to judge of Poetrie You Swans of Avon change your fates and all Sing and then die at Drayton's Funeral Sure shortly there will not a drop be seen And the smooth-pebbled Bottom be turn'd green When the Nymphes that inhabit in it have As they did Shakespeere wept thee to thy grave But I molest thy quiet sleep whil'st we That live would leave our lives to die like thee 2. On my dear Sister Mrs. Isabella Cokaine who who died at Ashbourne about the 18th yeer of her Age and lyes there buried IT is an irreligious pride to turne Away our eyes and not to see thine Urne For sure that body whose blest soul doth keep A Jubile in heaven while here asleep It lies in holy earth is every day Bless'd by good Angels that do pass that way And therefore we with reverence should eye The Sepulchres where Saints entomb'd do lye And every time that we do go or come Nigh where thine Ashes lye behold thy Tombe But when we see it should we weep our eyes Dry of their tears and then conclude in cries It is impossible that our complaints Should make a Diapason to the Saints â—an Hallelujahs song above
Satyre I have writ A remedy for those 'i th amorous fit Love Elegies and Funeral Elegies Letters of things of divers qualities Encomiastick Lines to works of some A Masque and an Epithalamium Two Books of Epigrams All which I mean Shall in this volume come upon the Scene Some divine Poems which when first I came To Cambridge I writ there I need not name Of Dianea neither my Translation Omitted here as of another fashion For heavens sake name no more you say I cloy you I do obey you Therefore friend God b'wy you 125. Of this Book This little Work I 've done which time may wast Or Ioves displeasure into darkness cast But I will hope the best and that it may Last after I am ashes many a day FINIS EPIGRAMS The third Book 1. To the Gentry of Darbyshire GEntlemen and my Countrey men pray look With courteous eyes upon this trivial Book For I present it to you that it may Show my respects to you another day Why to the Lords I write not you enquire I should not be so bold though I desire But to avoid prolixity of words Gentlemen they are though you are not Lords 2. To the Readers Two Books of Epigrams I 've writ before Yet Gentle Readers I present you more Behold the third here offer'd you but what It will prove good or bad I know not yet May it likewise obtain your candor els Henceforth for me write Epigrams your selves 3. To the Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield Baron of Shelford c. Philip the second Earl of Chesterfield I a request have and I hope you 'l yield Yet I in modesty long time have stuck From making it And 't is but for a Buck Bestow one on me and on this good reason I will not ask again till the next season 4. An Epitaph on Elizabeth the Lady Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 50. year of of her age and lies buried at Tamworth Here underneath this Monumental Stone Elizabeth the Lady Reppington Doth lye inter'd And therefore whosoere Thou art that passest by awhile forbear Thy hast and read and weep for he 's unjust Unto the merits of her precious dust That doth not drop his Tears in showers for she Is worthy of eternal Memory Worthy of storms of sighes Thunder of Grones To mourn her loss with due afflictions The sea-bright family that gave her birth Hath gain'd thereby a glory on the earth Happy her husband in so good a wife Happy her children to receive a life From such a Magazine of worthes as she A fair example for Posterity To name her virtues is to name them all She was their Centre she their pure White-hall Their Court their Palace where heaven did rejoyce To see such Cherubims without a vice She was their Paradise and her bright soul The Diety that did command the whole But O! there is another heaven else sure Her soul had never left a place so pure Earth is not the reward for virtue Look Upwards that 's towards her she is a Book A Directory for thy life which read And practiced thou wilt be so prais'd when dead An Epitaph on my honoured Cousin Mr. John Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 25 year of his age and lies buried at Tamworth Here lies Iohn Reppington that came to be By Edwards death Heir of his Family As t' him his elder brother did give room So he t' his younger witness by this tomb He a few weeks after his mother di'd And of the same new term'd disease beside So he a most obsequious son was found That waited on his mother under ground He was good natur'd bore an honest mind Belov'd by all men and to all men kind And had no foe but death who too severe Hath cast an Heir so young and hopeful here 6. To Mr. Charles Hutchinson my Cousin German Cousin I long to see you married well And long at Rawslison to see you dwell Then I should oft wait on you make some stay It being from Pooly t' Ashburn in the way So I should make your house mine Inne what tho W' are friends and neer a kin Pray be mine so 7. To Mr. Francis Fitzherbert of Lincolnes Inne my kinsman To love and not to love it is all one If you do let the Fair belov'd alone And to love once unless you do love ever Is a slight toy and was an earnest never Therefore to shew you true affection have Your Mistrisse wed and love her to the grave 8. To Mr. Will. Stanhope the younger my Cousin German Why do you live so long a Batchelor Is it cause you the femall sex abhor Or do you fear women are troublesome And therefore loth into their yoke to come If such opinions do your minde enthrall Marry a wife and she 'l confute them all 9. Of Quintilla Quintilla talkes too much and why is it Because Quintilla hath but little wit And at each thing she speakes she doth laugh after A Fool is known by an excess of laughter 10. To my mother Mrs Anne Cokain Let none our Ashbourn discommend henceforth Your Gardens shew it is a place of worth What delicate Sparagus you have growing there And in how great abundance every year What gallant Apricocks and Peaches brave And what delicious Nectorins you have What Mellons that grow ripe without those Glasses That are laid over them in other Places What Grapes you there have growing and what wine Pleasant to tast you made last vintage time Plant Vines when of Grapes you have got store Make wine enough and I will ask no more Then Mr. Bancroft in high lines shall tell The world your cellar 's Aganippe's Well The rest are to be made Song 1. 1. I Saw a proud fair Lass to day Whose beauties equal those of May She is as sweet as flowers new blown Much pity she should lie alone What would you give to bless your sight With such an object of delight 2. I wondred at her delicate hair Mulcibers Net so soft and rare T' entangle even the Gods above And fill their hearts with gentle love What would you give c. 3. I gaz'd upon her beauteous eyes Loves exquisitest Palaces VVherein as many Cupids be As there are men that dare them see VVhat would you give c. 4. Het stately forehead was so fair That Iris Arch is no compare Match'd onely in lame Vulcans bride Unequal'd in the world beside What c. 5. Her sweetest Mouth doth far excell The Delphian certain Oracle T is Loves best musick all ears charmer All hearts enthraller and blouds warmer What c. 6. Her pretty hands I did espy Fitter for kisses then an eye They were so small I cannot look For such again but in a book What c. 7. Her bosome Beauties sweet champain The Poets Elizium I do fain Not white with snow but a selecter Colour all overstrow'd with Nectar What c. 8. The two brave Thrones
a fair pair of heels and be gone Lor. Well then spend this for me Phy. Y' are Sir the best part of a moralist you are most liberal Lor. Come Iaques Iaq. I follow you Sir farewell goodman Draculemyon Phy. The Gods bless me there 's a name Exeunt Proceed Phyginois and be fortunate This project will furnish me with mony to cloth me Both fashionably and rich enough and then I dare assail my Nentis with some confidence Politick Lovers seldom miss Smile heaven upon my plot that there may be A crowned Period to my policy Exit Scena Secunda Enter Polidacre and Falorus Pol. HOw do you like Lucora Fal. She 's a Lady above my thoughts much more my tongue Pol. Could not you wish her yours I have a desire to make her so Fal. Ambrosia Hebe's Cates are for the Gods Princes she doth deserve to wooe her love Pol. You undervalue her my Lord The best is not too good for him that gets her Your breeding has been worthy your descent I 've known you from your Infancy and am Desirous to make you mine Fal. He enforceth me to an acceptance I must temporize with him Most worthy Polidacre I cannot attain to a greater happiness on earth then to bear the name of your Son in law Pol. I thank thee my Falorus I le go presently get my daughters consent As you shall not want beauty with her so you shall not money I le take my leave Fal. I am your most humble servant my Lord. Exit Pol. VVhat envious Star when I was born divin'd This adverse Fate who having such a beauty Profer'd him would refuse it The pin'd man VVhom Poets phantasies have plac'd in Hell VVith fruit before him had not such a cross The true regard I bear unto my friend The brave Carionil must not be slighted The sacred truth of friendship ever shoo'd By force enfeeble all rebellious blood Enter Carionil VVell met my dear Carionil Car. I am happy in your company y' are my hearts best treasury Falorus Enter Lucora and Nentis But give me leave my friend Fal. O! I see the cause your Mistris Car. Retire ye Clouds and weep out showers of woe Because ye may no longer stand and gaze On her for whom the heavens their circuits go That they may see and wonder at her face Dear Falorus withdraw your self awhile Fal. The Gods assist your suit Car. Thanks worthy friend He withdraws Hail natures most perfect work and the continual Idea of my admiring Soul for whom if it be your will I must dye and by whom if it is your pleasure I shall live live in an unspeakable felicity by enjoying you who shall dye happily for wanting you and I cannot live in such a penury Nen. VVoo'd I had such a servant I should not serve him scurvily Car. Honour your poor adorer Lady with a gracious look of your beloved eyes and my misery for you both with commiseration and remedy Luco My Lord if you presume upon a womans Feign'd carriage to her wooers leave it now For if you 'l give me leave I 'le call to witness Every particular Deity we adore That I will never have a husband and For your saying you must dye for me I hold it A common Complement of idle Lovers And wish you so much happiness that you May live well without me Cario O be not so unmerciful Let not that tongue erre into virulent words VVhich could have cal'd Euridice from Hell Had your most excellent mother fairest Lady Inexorable been you had not been Nor Crimson Roses ever spread upon Your lovely cheeks nor had the world discover'd Two Planets more hath nature liberally Heaped the rarest perfections she could give Mortality upon you to no end No surely not can I believe that she Ment to enclose a mind infractible Within a body so powerful to subdue As you even your dear self was daughter to A beauteous mother so you also should Indebt the world unto you by your issue Be not so cruel therefore dear Lucora Let not your tongue degenerate from your form Luco Sir you have heard me speak what I intend Car. Be not a Tygres Lady Luc. Any thing but a wife Sir I must leave you and leave you this humour The Court hath many Ladies take your choice Nentis Nen. Mad am Luc. Come my Lord take my counsel Nen. I could use him kindlyer Car. What say you Lady Nen. Nothing my Lord. Exeunt Luco Nent Car. Doth a fair face presage a cruel heart I' st not a meer full contrary in Nature That the softest body should be hard'st to win Nature is grown decrepit and all things Sublunary erre against her rule of order Stir not then thou glorious Fabrick of the heavens And periodize the Musick of the spheres Thou ever yet fast fixed Globe of earth Whirl round in a perpetual Motion Ye Stars and Moon that beautifie the night Change rule with clear Hyperion and so cast Succeeding time into another mould Then with thy powerful beams Apollo draw The Ocean into clouds and drown the world So there a new creation may befall And this life be a life celestial Enter Falorus O all my happiness on earth my true Falorus Lucoraes beauty triumphs in my breast And shortly will destroy me There 's no beast That haunts the vastest Affrican wilderness Of such a merciless constitution She 'l never marry man Fal. She will Carionil Her father would have her and she has not so much evil to contradict his will where then can she make such a choice as you that in a duel your Grandfather did kill hers y'v e heard her oft protest she valued not Car. Does he desire it or does your love flatter me into a little possibility of obtaining her Alas if she could like me her father would very difficultly consent He loves not my family Fal. Polidacre could not hinder you were she willing But friend her father means to marry her His own lips offer'd her to me Car. O ye just heavenly powers then I am lost Sunk into misery beneath a spark Of this lives happiness Falorus you shall not have her Fal. I would not wrong my noble friend so much Car. A puff of wind and gone For her who would not Do all mankind an injury and out-act In horrid deeds all those that ere profess'd Licentious Atheisme unsheath your sword I will not take that life basely away Which next unto Lucoraes I esteem Yet stay Fal. He 's frantick withdraw this frensie O ye Gods Car. You are my friend Fal. I have been so accounted by you Car. Let me consult it out shall one word Na which is less one sillable friend extract Out of me all the interest that I Have to Lucora by affecting her But this is a safe medium a true friend Exceeds all words and syllables at height A man may nay he should poize equally His love and part unto his friend the justice of it Which is the full half
Now let me make an end with these and I have done Mrs. Fine Daign Noble Duke to hear my just complaint I am a poor and an unfortunate widow This man Dick Whip as the other day he drove His coach run over a little child of mine That was playing in the street and kild it Trap. Sirra Whip is this true Whip So please your Highness I confess it is Trap. It doth not please me nor displease me for I neither did it nor was the child mine Whip It was against my will a thing of chance Mrs. Fine cannot deny it Trap. Mrs. Fine you are a widow you say Mrs. Fine A poor unhappy one I am Trap. You say that Whip the coachman hath kil'd your child and how he did it I have understood This is my justice I will do you right Whip shall lie with you untill he get you another Mat. Madder and madder Hora. I cannot choose but smile Whip Most willingly so please your Highness I am well content to do her that satisfaction Mrs. Fine You shall be hang'd first that you shall is thus my expectation fail'd Trap. Mrs. Fine be rul'd I will have justice done Whip shall lie with you you may marry him and you will he kil'd your child and he shall get you another I say but right and Sirra Whip look unto 't and you play the bungler and fail you shall to Ligorn and learn to row Mrs. Fine be contented and you do not like him you might have held your tongue for I know no body that sent for you and so get you both gone Whip The Heavens preserve your Highness Exeunt Trap. My friend and Prince Horatio go unto My sister bid her to prepare her self I 'le have you married within this day or two I long to see you both in bed together Hora. Most willingly I will do such a message The Gods preserve you happily Exit Mat. A strange discovery if true Trap. Seignior Captain I say I have done very good justice and in a little time too I am not like your scarlet coats that will do nothing without mony a company of fellows they are whose beards and hearts agree not together Mat. Your Highness doth dispatch things very soon Trap. Though I am the Duke yet I love to do no hurt as other men in authority would I hate to banish men as Machavil and Barb. ha done alas poor Trappolin I hear they have banisht an honest poor man cald Trap. what the Divel Seignior Mat. came in their heads to send a poor fellow away out of his country without any money though men may sometimes gather a reasonable Sallet abroad he shall get no oyle to eat it withall Mat. Great Duke of Tuscany our noble Master That Trap. of whom your Highness speaks Had little fault in him good faith at all Saving he was a most notorious coward Trap. Why you Don of guns or pikes do you think every mans mind is given to the wars Trap. was addicted to the peace a poor fellow full of courtesies one that will never deny to do a favour for a friend I will have a little sport with my Don of the wars O me Sir Captain look yonder Eo Meo and Areo I will put you off for a while I will try some conclusions Mat. Your Highness wher 's the Duke gon I marle What Trappolin art thou come again Faith many a wench in Florence will be glad Follow thy old trade be a Pander still Trap. Seignior Captain I am your humble slave and if I can do you any kindness at any time i'faith Don Mathemores you shall command me and if you have but a mind to any Beauty in Florence pay but me well for my pains and her well for hers and I will not fail you and Captain I can give you a delicate poyson to dispatch any enemy with whom you dare not fight Mat. I see thou art resolv'd to be a rogue T is pity that his Highness did repeal thee Next time I see him sirra Pimp I will Make suit to have you sent into Ligorn Trap. You Spanish coxcomb go hang your self do your worst Mat. Wer 't thou a souldier I wood fight with thee Being a rogue thou dost deserve my foot Take this you rascal Trap. I will presently be out of his debt who 's yonder it is the Duke or I am deceiv'd Eo Meo and Areo on agen my hat my glass and cloke sit close how now sirra Captain where are your manners what do you think of me who am I tro I am not your Lieutenant am I stoop and take up your hat and let me see if it will not become your hand as well as your head in my presence Mat. I did not see your Highness Trap. Will you lie too take that and learn to speak truth Kicks him Mat. Most Noble Prince and my most royal Master Pardon the error which unwillingly I have committed in Tuscany there lives not A man that freelier for your sake would lose His life then I. Trap. Well get you gone I do Forgive you but my Don at armes remember The Duk 's to be observ'd he is the man That doth maintain you Mat. And most worthy Prince Did but occasion shew it self I would Venture and lose my life to do you service Exit Trap. And my Father Conjurer would come into Florence I would make him the next man unto my Highness he is a good man and it is great pity that he should go to the Divel as they say Conjurers and Witches do well I am a brave fellow I love to see my self in my glass I am the Duke ifaith the very Duke I see me Enter Flametta Flam. I will go and petition him agen Trap. My rogue Flametta I could kiss her to pieces bite off her lips and suck out her eyes I love her so well Flam. The great Duke of Tuskany the gracious heavens Prosper your Highness ever I am the same That lately did intreat for the repeal Of my Beloved sweetheart Trappolin Most excellent Sir pity my earnest suit And let me have my Trappolin recal'd Trap. This is a very precious villain how she loves me and I ever marry while I am a Duke by Eo Meo and Areo's leave I will have her your name little maid is Flametta as I remember Flam So please your Highness yes Trap. You sue to have banisht Trappolin come home Flam. Most humbly most excellent Sir I do Trap. Well 't is all as please Eo Meo and Areo I can do nothing witho t them and my young Mistress as long as they are in authority I can do little for you Flam. Then by your Highness leave do I wish Eo Meo and Areo in the fire Trap. Methinks they should be enough in that already for the Divel made them all now I think well on 't sometime when I have good opportunity I will off with my things and have a little sport with her since fair
heat grows less and less Antonius one of the Triumvirate Competitor with Caesar for the State With flowing Bowles and with luxurious feasts Was entertain'd and entertain'd his guests Which was the cause his lust so high did flame That life he lost for the Egyptian Dame And over all those Countreys to be head Wherein the Roman Eagles ere were spread If by some slight a Garter you have got From her that will not love you keep it not Or if you have a Bracelet of her hair Or any such like toy them never wear For surely these are Cytheraea's Baites Which infinitely chast Diana hates Or if your Mistriss heretofore hath bin Kind unto you and you have gloried in Her bounteous favours thought your self above All mankind grac'd with th' honour of her love If under her fair hand you Letters have That she returns her heart for that you gave Fraught with so sweet expressions as would draw Even women-Haters under Cupids Law If she retreats and alters in her minde To you grows cruel that to her are kinde Assume a noble Courage and condemn To angry Vulcan every one of them Or if you have her Picture send it home Or offer it a gallant Hecatombe To your offended Love that she may know You scorn her Relicks that hath us'd you so Being in love with one and cannot get her Affect another and you will forget her So Ariadne did when she did find Renowned Theseus was to her unkind In Naxos Isle where he did her forsake Neptune she did into her favour take Affection divided you will find To be a lesser burthen to your mind As a great river with a mighty rore Runs through the vales and wounds the yeilding shore If into several Channels it doth fall It less impetuous and majeâ—â—icall Will prove and in an humbler manner glide Rob'd of it's former glory strength and pride So Love beâ—â—ow'd on several beauties will Grow much less dangerous and an easier ill When his disloyal Queen the Trojan Prince With 's beauty and his courtly eloquence Did win and steal away had Atrcus Son But done as many others would have done And it had prov'd the best become a Lover For sure she had some equals of an other He in a slourishing and happy peace Had liv'd at home in his own Court in Greece And many an Argive King at home had found A Sepulchre and not in Phrygian ground Therefore new Beauties seek to try if you Can part with any love unto a new And to that end frequent all Solemn Balls All publick shows and sumptuous Festivals Conjecture that which is not think that you Are free from love and that your thought is true When one because he would not drink doth make As he were fall'n asleep sleep him may take If in the Wars you have a trusty friend Your Cogitations to him always bend Thinking upon the hazard he is in And so your thoughts your Mistress shall not win Or if you have a Ship with riches fraught Returning home ay on it fix your thought Contemplating the fury of the Sea And how that many have been cast away Whereby your scornful Girl you shall forget Sith your imaginations are not set On her but on the Goods that Neptune hath Within the power of his love or wrath If that thy Mistress with a nimble hand All the Lutes ravishing harmony doth command Or upon other Instruments can play Equal to Orpheus that did make his way Through the Infernal Shades by his rare skill Hear her not play It will increase thine Ill. Or if she sings like Venus when she fain Her weary wanton Cupid would constrain To lay his fatal quiver and bow away And in the Groves of Amathusia Sleep by her side while on the Cypress Trees A thousand birds warble their melodies Hear her not sing Her voice will so allure That her contempt you longer will endure Or dances she like to the Graces when They are retit'd from the abodes of men And Gods their pleas'd spectatours do become If she intends to dance avoid the room Imagine not a Rival For so doing You never will be able to leave wooing For to obtain the Girl from him you will Persist a vain Inamorato still The one-ey'd Cyclop when he Acis found Sitting with Galatea on the ground His Rival with a rent up rock did kill Yet nâ—'re the nearer to obtain his will When she anothers did begin to be The more Orestes lov'd Hermione Refrain from Playes Let not the Theatre At all include thee for by seeing there One act an amorous passion may make you Your suit to your proud Lady to pursue Because when you have seen that he hath got His Mistress may conceive why may you not Ah! his was but th' Invention of a brain Your Ladies scorns runs in an higher strain If you conveniently can surprise Your mistress dressings so your wary eyes Some strange conceal'd deformities may finde To ease if not release your Captive minde Which when you think upon at leisure more They to your liberty may you restore Most of our Ladys when they do expose Themselves to view may thank their costly clothes Rich jewels feigned statures borrow'd hair And beauteous colours that unnatural are They would not else seem objects of delight But homely women such as we should slight And your disdainful one perhaps being such You see the least of her you love so much But rashly do not practise this Be sure She useth art or fly her chamber dore For a pure native beauty that doth scorn All helps of Art arises like the Morn In a cleer sky and dressing may discover Sights too attractive for a slighted lover Do these and though affections fire should blaze Like Aetna in your breast you thence would chase Easily all those flames and after be From all the Paphian vexations free Unfortunate Lovers many times I guess All that reciprocally love do bless Think every star when they were born did shine Benignely on them and the Heavens combine To grace them with continuance of joyes As if they were above all miseries When it falls often out a fervent love A more extreme affliction doth prove Alcyone her Ceyx did prefer Above all men and he all women her Yet she did see his body float to shore Drowned at Sea but a few days before Therefore to Hymens Temple though they come And hear the soft Epithalamium And many dayes do live in joy and peace In depths of wretchedness they may decease And many that for love do marry be After unfortunate and not agree Almighty Jove that did Saturnia wed Bringing for love his sister to his bed Quickly neglected her His wandring eâ—es Not long being pleas'd without varieties As witness Danae in the Brazen tower And Semele his daring'st Paramour Laeda by him esteem'd most beautifull And fair Europa riding on a Bull Calisto chast Diana One of thine Deceiv'd and vitiated neer Nonacrine Married Alcmena in a threefold night
my desire If they but see my name and look no higher But with my Sadness thou may'st well dispence A tribute due to her Departure hence For from my soul I honoured her and grieve That I 've but such small means to win beliefe Others may aim with a victorious Rhime To vindicate her from the rage of time Our ablest Poets whose each Distick may Both Brass and Marble Statues wear away Last till the noble Soul again shall come And take possession of her ancient Roome Converting all their Funeral Elegies By that Reunion t' Epithalamies And so by solemnizing her just worth Acquire themselves an endless Name on earth I no Ambition have but to make known Her merits were my Admiration Her Conversation harmless was and free For neither Pride nor ill Discourse had she Her sweet Conditions all the vertues were Not studied but habitual in her And ere the fatal Feaver had begun T'disturb her calm Soul's Habitation The beauteous body was a Palace fit Above all other t' entertain in it So Sublime and so many vertues such As made old Saints and martyrs prais'd so much But she is gone and we are left behinde To mourn the want of worth in Woman-kinde For femal vertues as our fears surmize Are all with her return'd to Paradise And there best Cousin may your welcome bâ— A Crown of Glory and Immortalitie 5. A funeral Elegie on my Dear Cousin Mistress Elizabeth Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the eighteenth year of her age and lyes buried at Tamworth THe Contemplation of death to prize Above all thoughts of humane vanities A Sublime wisdom is and makes Amends For such sad Contemplations at our Ends. Stifle therefore my Muse at their first birth All thoughts that may reflect upon the earth Be meraphysical disdaining to Fix upon any thing that is below Fame set thy Trump unto thy lips and sound The world this sad newsfrom her hallow'd ground Elizabeth Reppington that glorious Maid Hath left to guide us in this mortal shade By her unparallel'd example she Hath chang'd all Finite for Infinity Her Grave all beauty doth include for there Two Suns eclips'd lie in one Hemisphere Enveloped with Clouds thicker then those Which the remotest Arctick doth impose Her humble Lovers that like Persians pai'd Devotion to the Beams of her fair Head Whose hair their eyes in wonder did contain Continue to wish that Golden Fleece in vain Flowers more rich then graced Eden ever Lillieâ— and Roses there to dust do wither Oracles too are ceas'd again they from The temple of her mouth had us'd to come A lurid paleness sits upon the skin That did enclose the beauâ—eous body in As after a bright day Night doâ—h succeed And clothe high Heaven in a most horrid weed Her hands a Consort were of musick such As skilfully besâ— Instruments did touch Begetting harmony to emulate What the Intelligencing Spirits create By motion of the Spheres yet now they lye Uselesly here through deaths Impietie You that shall chance to read in these poor rhimes This Virgins Fate whose life did grace our times Whose Death this Nation justly may lament She being of it the prime Ornament And many vertues must a pattern prove To all those generous Souls that vertue love Consider what a loss her Parents have Whose Hopes are fal'n with her into the Grave Her Graces grown to an unequal'd height Lying now sleeping in the longest night Yet any Soul but hers would have been glad So fair and pure Confinement to have had But more illustrious hers like a bright flame Broke loose and is return'd from whence it came Where she enjoys all joys smiles on our tears Wishing that ours as happy were as hers And her sweet Company and Conversation We are depriv'd of but by Contemplation The maides that do in flowing Anchors streames Conceal themselves from busie Phoebus beames Upon whose Banks she us'd to walk and smile On the slow waters that past by the while Her immature Discease cease not to mone Under each Willow and on every stone The woods of Amington which oft times she Grac'd with her Presence to hear harmonie From the Innocuous Quiristers of the Aire Now murmure for her loss in sad despaire The Dryades that there had wont to play Spending in weeping for her every day The Graces that us'd thither to retire To dance unto skilful Apollos Lyre As often since as they that way do come Sit down and sing an Epicedium Thus I could prosecute but being grown Dull with so long a Lamentation My hand so trembling it can onely blot And Eies so fraught with tears that they see not I leave the World though sorrow struck it faint To mourn her Loss and make up my complaint 6. A Funeral Elegie upon the Death of Mr. Thomas Pilkington one of the Queens Musicians Who deceased at Wolverhampton about the 35. year of his Age and lies there buried AT the Report of so sad News sure soone The grieved Nation will be out of tune For Pilkington is dead who did command All Instruments with his unequal'd hand Mastring all Musick that was known before He did invent the Orphion and gave more Though he by playing had acquir'd high Fame He evermore escap'd a Gamesters Name Yet he at Gamut frequent was and taught Many to play till Death set his Gam out He was facetious and did never carp Making that Musick which came from him sharp His Flats were all Harmonious not like theirs Whose ebbs in prose or verse abuse our ears But to what end praise I his Flats since that He is grown One himself and now lies Flat Others for Days mispent are charged with crime But he a strict observer was of time Nothing escap'd his Study by all votes Being most perfect of mankind at Notes Though he was often in his Moodes they were Such as rejoyc'd all mindes and pleas'd each ear The Muses two-clif'd Hill he did surpass Whose Musick had three Cliffs to do it Grace With rashness none his Credit could impair Who did observe his Stops with so much Care His Frets were gentle Ones such as would be Stop'd with a Finger and make Harmonie His Family agree so in their Hearts That they did make a Consort of five Parts To be a Pattern unto every one Himself his Wife two Daughters and a Son Though somtimes there might some Division run T was for the best in the Conclusion For each learn'd Master in this Science knowes Good Musick often hath from Discords rose A Large his generous heart was and a Long His Life was wish'd by all the happy Throng Acquainted with his worths But in the chiese Of all his Dayes Death made it be a Briefe Crotchets he had good store yet such as were Harmonious full of Spirit life and aire His Life was but a Minum till his prime When as old Age should last out Sembrief-time His proved over short as if indeed He were Alas to die by Quaver-speed Whose
vain To get repute by following that strain When I bethink me that great Johnson he Who all the ancient wit of Italy And learned Greece by his industrious Pen Transplanted hath for his own Countreymen And made our English tongue so swell that now We scarce an equal unto it allow Writ Epigrams I tremble and instead Of praise beseech a pardon when I 'm read 61. To my honoured kinsman Mr. Henry Kendal the younger Your Grand-Mother was hospitable did Invite me often to her house and bid Me hearty welcome And I hope to prove The like effects hereafter of your love Poets of old were Prophets held and I For once will venture on a Prophesy You shall at Smithsby flourish gain the Hearts Of all your Countrey by your worthy Parts 62. To Maides Soft Virgins you whose tender hearts are prone To yield unto your own destruction Resist all vicious flames and you will find The Glories of an undefiled mind Preserve your bodies as a Magazin That doth contain the richest Treasure in For Diamonds Pearls and Stones of highest price Heaven lov'd virginity mainly out-vies Patavine Chastity enjoying more Content then Acts of a Suburran Whore 'T is mean to yield submission unto Sense When virtue hopes so great a Recompence 63. To the truly Noble Sir Arthur Gorges Those worthy Romans that scorn'd humble things Created and obliged after-Kings Amidst their thoughts of highest honour ne're Conceiv'd Imaginations 'bove your sphere The Babylonian Euphrates may For ever run and Tybris never stay The plenteous Rhine continually speed on And Danubie each to it's Ocean And not out-go your fair and high repute Which doth amaze the world and strikes me mute 94. To Sir Andrew Knyveton my wives brother Wonder not why among so many of My Epigrams I do not oftner scoff And taunt of men observing when they halt And tax them smartly after for their fault I know that Epigrams should either be Satyres reduc'd to an Epitome Or els in choicest Language should invite Being what you please the Readers with delight Troth I in scoffes but little do prevail Which is the cause that I no oftner rail And have for Eloquence but what you see And therefore all my friends must pardon me 65. To my Cousins Germans Mr. Cromwell Mr. Byron Mr. Ratcliff and M. Alexander Stanhope The worlds four Parts and all the various Seas And Rivers that embrace them thousand wayes Perfect the Globe terrestrial set it fix't Equal the circumvolving Heaven betwixt So you four joyning in a Sympathie Of an unmach'd fraternal Amitie Sought to for noble Soules by all that can Under and Honour or a Generous man Are courted on all sides and truly do Love them reciprocally that love you So that your friends and you do justly stand The Centre of fair Friendship in the Land 66. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton the younger In how few years have you rais'd up an high Column of Learning by your Industry More glorious then those Pyramids that Old Canopus view'd or Cair doth yet behold Your noble Father that for able Parts Hath won an high Opinion in all hearts May like the elder Scaliger look down With admiration on his worthy Son Proceed fair plant of Ex'lencies and grow So high to shadow all that are below 67. To my honest Kinsman Sir John Reppington I pray you Sir impale your Woods that we In them the hunting of the Buck may see By which good deed you will be sure to please grounds The Naiades and Hamadryades Honouring the woods and brooks that grace those And raise a stately Eccho by your Houndes T' invite Diana to your Groves that she A partner in your rural sports may be Or peirce the beauteous Goddess Venus ear And bring her down from her celestial sphere To be spectatress of your game brought thence To guard some young Adonis from Offence By making you a park all this is done A pleasant Grace unto your Amington 68. To my Brother in Law Colonel Will. Nevil The old luxurious Romans vaunts did make Of gustful Oysters took in Lucrine Lake Your Essex better hath and such perchance As tempted Caesar first to pass from France How did those ancient Worthies captive all The humbled world unto their Capitol Yet from it's highest Towers could not survey So rich a Countrey as from Holt you may The noble Brutus vertuous Portia Luckless Antonius chast Octavia Soul-fix'd Paulina to her murther'd Lord The learned Seneca such worthes afford As have astonish'd Ages yet your best Of wives may justly with them all contest You then enjoying a full Fortune and The delicacies may eat of Sea and land Your dayes spend at a house of so fair site And with a so deserving wife each night Consider since that you possess all this If y' are not happy who the Devil is 69. An Epitaph on a Penitent Bawde Here lies a good woman to speak but the truth Who liv'd by her Tail all the days of her youth And when she was old and none could endure her Stuck still to the Flesh and became a Procurer Yet was at her death so full of Remorses That she cri'd a peccavi for all her lewd courses 70. An Epitaph on an old Bawde Here lies an old Bawde whom the grave should have gotten Fourty years since for then she was rotten Now here she doth lie for all People to piss on For fear of Doomes-day in a stinking Condition But enough of this business for well we may think The more we stir in it the more it will stink 71. To my Cousin Mr. William Milward Whil'st you at Chilcote live and I at Pooley Let 's every Week meet one another duly Talk of our long Acquaintance and the strange Things that have hapned since this mighty change And drink a Glass of honest Countrey-Ale To all our absent Friends at every Tale. 72. Don Quixot Quarta parte Cap. 33. Es de vidrio la Muger Pero no se ha de provar Si se puede O no quebrar Porque to do podria ser Y es mas facil el quebrar se Y no es cordura ponerse A peligro de romperse Lo que no puede soldar se Yen esto opinion esten Tados yen r'azon la fundo Que si ay Danaes en el mundo Ay pluvias de Oro tambien Englished Of Women A Woman is of Glass or weaker And should not be put to the proof Or if she be not as to break her Which is a thing facile enough Glass is crack'd with an easie stroke And it no wisdom is to put That within danger to be broke Which never can be solder'd up All men of an Opinion are And it upon this reason ground That if there any Danaes were Gold Showers also would be found 73. Of a Servant-Maid A servant maid in Winter washing clothes Upon the banks where pleasant Arnus flowes A passenger espi'd her and did say I wish sweet heart you had a warmer day She look'd upon him
traduce an Innocence Those Crimes that are by some on others thrown Guiltlesly they do make those faults their own And the just Judge their punishment will give Due to the sins that they have slander'd with Besides his Soul he within vengeance bounds That with a truth a reputation wounds Your Friend and mine so much abus'd doth fall Under the First and not the last at all To talk of things commonly known and true No mulct from Heaven will unto us accrue But sure he of a blest Condition is That hates of any one to speak amiss That hath a merciful and candid thought And thinks all good rather then any naught Heaven by a spotless life is won and by The patient bearing of an Infamy 84. To my honest Cousins Mr. Robert Milward and Mr. Roger King You best of Friends and my best Friends that me Have many years grace'd with your Amity My lines you honour with your worthy Names A lasting Glory to my Epigrams As Princes Stamps upon base metals do Make them prove currant and of value too 85. To Sir Francis Boteler my brother in law from Ashbourn How Christmas steals upon us as in fear To be oppos'd by the bold Presbyter And how you part from us against this Time As if you thought to meet it here a Crime But oh inevitable business when Old Christmas we meant to have trick'd agen In 's long neglected usual Ornaments You have prevented it by going hence So your Departure we accuse to be Guilty by chance of an Impietie Tom Hurt Will Taylour and my self shall mourn Till you recover our joy by your return 86. To the right Honourable Henry Lord Hastings Baron of Loughborough My Lord when in my youth I for some while Did leave the pleasures of our native Isle And travel'd France and Italy I spent Methought my Time in a most high content And was so far from longing to return That I when I was sent for home did mourn And doubtless you are pleas'd who now enjoy A Calme after a storme of jeopardy Homer his Iliads might have writ of you And as our fear prompts his Odysses too But we will hope the best and that you may As er'st Ulysses to his Ithaca Return to England all those tumults past And finde it crown'd with happy dayes at last Be reconcil'd to every own and know Among so many Friends no single foe 87. To my Noble Cousin Mr. Henry Hastings of Branston Sir since our first acquaintance ever through Our Friendship with the Noble Loughborough What tumults have we seen and dangers past Such as in graves have many thousands cast And yet we live thanks to the Powers Divine And love I thank your Friendship gracing mine I needes must say such troubles disagree Both with my Genius as well as me Though Poets often sing of Wars and with A mighty verse an Eccho seem to give To the shrill Trumpet or the loudest Gun That thunder rores and spreads destruction Yet in a sweet retreat from care and noise They draw those lines that make those Sympathies And though I am no Poet I confess I am enamour'd much of Quietness 88. To the right honourable Charles Lord Cokaine Viscount Cullen My Lord you have an honest Heart and known To be of a most sweet Condition A Grace unto our Family and Name And every where of a most candid Fame This is a truth but lest you should suppose If I proceed I flatter'd here I close 89. An Epitaph on my worthy Cousin German Colonel Michael Stanhope slain at Willoughbie-Fight and lyes buried in the Church there Here Michael Stanhope lies who fought and dy'd When prosp'rous fortune left the Regal side He of a dauntless minde by all was known And of a Noble disposition Yet his conditions and his valiant Heart Could not prevail with Death to stay his Dart For here he lies and doth by 's Fall express Great Courages do often want Success 90. An Epitaph on my dear Cousin German Mrs. Olive Cotton Passenger stay and notice take of her Whom this Sepulchral marble doth inter For Sir Stanhope's Daughter and his Heir By his first wife a Berisfor'd lies here Her Husband of a Noble house was one Every where for his worthes belov'd and known One onely Son she left whom we presage A grace t' his family and to our age She was too good to live and young to die Yet stay'd not to dispute with destinie But soon as she receiv'd the summons given Sent her fair Soul to wait on God in Heaven Here what was mortal of her turns to dust To rise a Glorious Body with the just Now thou may'st go But take along with thee To guide thy Life and Death her Memory 91. To my Cousin German Mr. John Stanhope of Elveston When in an Epigram I did salute Your other brothers and of you was mute The reason was because I did not know Whether that then you were alive or no. Your safety I congratulate and wish You a long Life of as long happiness This Tribute of my Love to you I give Under the Honour of your Name to live 92. Of Caesar and Cleopatra Great Caesars vaunt is known to all who said That he did come look't on and conquered But when to Egypt he did come from Rome And saw the Queen he then was overcome But to prove rather he was not beguil'd Her he o'recame for he got her with childe 93. An Epitaph on my most honour'd Kinsman Colonel Ralph Sneyd who dy'd in the Isle of Man about the 40th year of his Age. Here lyes a body that gave Lodging to A Soul as noble as the world did know It was well-organ'd handsome manly and Of equal structure to the best o' th Land Yet was unworthy of the Soul was given And therefore dy'd cause that fled back to Heaven Here Colonel Ralph Sneyd doth lie In brief The joy of mankind living now the grief 94. Of Slander To speak too well of thousands safer is Then of one single Person once amiss Happy is he therefore whose wary tongue Wisely refrains to do another wrong 95. To Elveston a Town in Darbyshire Dear Elveston that art a grace Unto the Shire where I was born And Elveston that art the Place Where first I did salute the Morn The noble Stanhopes are thy praise Whom thou afford'st a birth and Urne And may they flourish there always Till th' world to Chaos doth return 96. Of Venice Translated out of Sannazarius Viderat Adriacis Venctam Neptunus in undis Stare urbem toti ponere jura mari Nunc mihi Tarpejas quantum vis Jupiter arces Obâ—ice illa tui maenia Martis ait Si pelago Tibrim praefers urbem aspice utramque Illam homines dices hanc posuisse Deos. Englished In Adriatick Waters Neptune saw Venice that layes on the whole Sea a Law Object Tarpejan Towers Jove whil'st thou wilt He said and walls by thy Mars Off-spring built Prefer'st thou Tyber view
both towns and th'ods And thou wilt yield men that made this the Gods 97. Of the Gratuity given the Poet. The noble Senate for the fair renown From his immortal pen fix'd on their town Crown'd with six thousand crowns the Poets wit ' Would I had half so for translating it 98. Of Women The tree a Grace to Eden did appear Yet was prohibited our Parents there So Women as earths glories we esteem And yet how mch are we forbidden them It pleases Heaven to keep us all in awe To try our duties by a rigid Law 99. Of the same In Paradise a Woman caused all The ruine of mankind by Adams fall What wonder then if they o'recome us here When w' are more weak and they perhaps as fair 100. An Epitaph on Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. Philip Massinger who lie buried both in one Grave in St. Mary Overie's Church in Southwark In the same Grave Fletcher was buried here Lies the Stage-Poet Philip Massinger Playes they did write together were great friends And now one Grave includes them at their ends So whom on earth nothing did part beneath Here in their Fames they lie in spight of death 101. Of Augustus Caesar and Marcus Antonius Augustus was to Ovid too unkind Who him not onely banish't but confin'd Him had the noble Anthony o'recome He might have led his life and di'd in Rome But of these two great Romans this is known Caesar caus'd others deaths Marcus his own 102. To the Lady Mary Cokaine Viscountess Cullen Madam I hear you do intend to grace Your Rushen with your presence all this year You cannot honour a more noble Place If you resolve the Countrey for your Sphere And Lords and Ladies enjoy happiest dayes When in their homes their right Orbs they appear So Stars do glorifie Heaven that keep their Orders When Comets do presage ruines and murders 103. To the same Madam I do recant what I have writ As savouring too much of a countrey-wit And I fear Clownishness for where should your Fair Sexe live but in London evermore Bright Ladies in the Countrey we esteem As the Sun shaded by the cloudes doth seem So Pearls lie hid in Shells and Diamonds so Upon their solitary Rocks do grow As Stars grace Heaven your beauties do the town Which is the proper Sphere for them to own Hast therefore up you here will prove a Star Of Glory who move there irregular 104. An Epitaph of Colonel Ferdinand Stanhope Son to the Earl of Chesterfield who was slain about Shelford and lies there buried Here underneath this monumental Stone Lie Honour Youth and Beauty all in One For Ferdinando Stanhope here doth rest Of all those Three the most unequal'd Test He was too handsome and too stout to be Met face to face by any Enemy Therefore his foe full for his death inclin'd Stole basely near and shot him through behind 105. To my Wives Neece Mrs. Elizabeth Pegge I thank my Wife for my so neer relation Unto a mine of vertue of our nation To name your handsomness I do decline As to tell Ethiops the Sun doth shine You are as witty as the Lesbian Lass Who the tenth Muse so oft accounted was And chaster then the glorious Roman Dame That kil'd her self for vicious Tarquin's shame Thus I could prosecute your Worths but know Y 'had rather Heaven then men should judg you so 106. To her Brother Mr. Tho. Pegge The various manners you of men have seen And have in divers forreign Cities been And after three years travel are come home From Brussells Paris and more glorious Rome To fix you here for all your future Life I wish y'a vertuous rich young handsome wife 107. To my Wife My Mall how we desire both to go down And still how business stayes us in the town Since Plays are silenc'd by the Presbyter And Wine is grown so very naught and dear London seems frowning like a Step-dame now That look'd before with so serene a Brow Away therefore and let us hasten home To our Loves pledges our dear Mall and Tom. 108. Of Hubert Wypart Hubert Wypart a Leigios some years since My Servant was i' th Countrey and from thence Ask'd leave to go to London to be by At a Friends death of his condemn'd to dy For he he added loves me so I know That he three hundred miles and more would go To see me hang'd we could not choose but laugh Hubert had leave to go but 's Friend got off 109. To Tom Mullins Tom sell good Ale and since we do thee grace To call thy Room Apollo and the place With mirth and jests raise Oracles in be sure Thy drink have strength to make them both endure For it would an Impiety be of thine With base Ale to pollute bright Phoebus Shrine In lien of Eastern perfumes we will pay Sacrifice of Verinas every day Though we by mighty Liquor fall sometime 'T is accidental and a generous crime A fate that upon strictest Friends awaites When those that drown themselves in brooks Heaven hates 110. To his Wife What Vulcan's wife sell Ale Thanks Venus for 't The Goddess though did use another Sport Bess since thou likewise art a Black-smiths wife Imitate somewhat the Cyprian Queen in life But thou art old and honest therefore get A young Wench to fill drink that may be fit But thou too much of vertue hast therefore Sell Noble Sack and we will ask no more 111. An Epitaph on Mr. Isaac Coe who died about the 40th year of his Age. Here Master Isaack Coe of Lincolns-Inn A Glory to that house and to his kin Doth buried lie which Loss we needs must mourn And pay our tears as Tribute to his Urne But how can we call this his Sepulchre Whom all his Friends do in their hearts inter 112. To Zoilus Zoilus thou say'st my Epigrams are worse Then any that thy Censurer did curse Zoilus I am of thy Opinion too And therefore pray thee make no more adoo 113. Of Lupa One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Have lain with Lupa and all lusty Men Such as their Boasts of strength in each place tell Yet none of them could make her Belly swell But Lupa vaunts of this that she doth hate Her Belly should confirm what Men do prate A slanderous tongue oft Innocence traduces But when the Belly tells farewell Excuses 114. Of Cloe. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen Men Sixteen seventeen eighteen and nineteen more Cloe hath tempted to make her an whore Count how many she hath wish'd she had lain under And you will find it come t' a pretty number Yet none of them have ever known her bed For Cloe still retains her Maidenhead Sure she 's unhansome then No she 's a Lass As beautiful as ever Hellen was She is observed by so wary spies That hitherto she could not play her Prize But twenty t'one e'relong she 'l find
lay her on a bed of Roses Terra's incognita's to find And it a paradise discloses Her belly like a bed of creame Appears unto our curious eyes Upon whose top you may esteem The Navil like a cherry lies Envy about her c. 7. Her mountain-thighs we doespy Cover'd with warm perpetual snow Ah what a streight between doth ly No Magellan did ever know Her neat-made legs forth stretched ly On sheets resembling a calme Sea And like to Promontories try To frame a safe and pleasant Bay Envy about her c. 8. Her pretty feet like lands-ends seem Whose toes likes Fairies do appear To tempt beholders to esteem No beauty such and t' enter there T is like fair maid you yet may boast That trifle cal'd virginity How many joyes you then have lost Therefore away with such a toy Envy about her c. 9. When you shall gracious be but thus To meet in groves or amorous beds Young Kings and Queens shall envy us And we will get new maidenheads And when we do refresh awhile You like a Princess bride shall rise And Art and Nature both shall toyl To dress you glorious as the skies Envy about you shall suppose No fault and wonder at your clothes The fourteenth song Emma's answer to William the Conquerour 1. Great conquerour you do a wrong Unto your judgement to compare Poor Emma in your amorous song To Ladies so renown'd and fair The hair that grows upon my head I have no cause to glory in It is as brown as is my bread And can I hope tempt none to fin My clothes are homely as my form I wear them but to keep me warm 9. My humble eies when I am up To read my office are employ'd And unto house-affaires to look And not to gaze abroad in pride I hope no want on beams they cast To work to any an unease Therefore my nose needs not be plac'd As Constable to keep the peace My clothes are homely c. 3. My lips will serve a country wench So also will my northern tongue It with my heart agrees in sense What I think speaking and no wrong My teeth are like to other girls Nor even nor white but in the mean I know they are but bones not pearls And slut I were were they not clean My clothes are homely c. 4. My ears will serve to do the part Which nature did designe them for The love of vertue 's in my heart And to hear lewdness I abhor I wonder why my neck you praise As other maidens are so 's it So is my breast which I adaies Use to weare cover'd as is fit My clothes are homely c. 5. My hands employ'd in houswifries To sow to spin or else to card Cannot be soft not being nice And 't is no shame to have them hard Such is poor Emma and no better VVhom royal Sir you so commend And I beseech you therefore let her Her poor life in plain truth to end My clothes are homely c. 6. Let not your fancy be unkind Unto your self ill thoughts to raise My wearied body at night doth find A bed of flocks or straw alwaies My other parts you please to name Are ordinary as the rest And I in truth do blush for shame To hear them so by you exprest My clothes are homely c. 7. I cannot from my tears refrain To hear you tax virginity How many martyr'd virgins reign In heaven for keeping chastity And in the dark Abyss below How many wretched souls do grone For slighting here their honour so As heathens have far better done My clothes are homely c. 8. I hope I never shall become Ungracious in so a high a wise To prostitute to any one A jewel heaven so much doth prize If I to please my friends should wed To any honest neighbours child I am resolv'd the marriage-bed To keep my life through undefil'd Though me then better clothes transform I le wear them but to keep me warm The fifthteenth Song 1. Here 's a Health to a merry old sinner A Glass of strong Aquavitae That for a crown and a dinner Will get you a Wench will delight you 2. Because that you are not for Ale Here 's a Health to a Wench in strong Beer Although she like it be stale She may happen to cost you dear 3. Here 's a Health in Ale to your Dear That lately hath serv'd in the Kitchin A bouncing Wastcoteer A remedy for your itching 4. Here 's a Health to the Earls fine daughter In Rhenish with Lemmon and Suggar Who with this well ballanc'd will after Give liberty to you to hugge her 5. Unto the Green-sickness Maid Here 's a Health in sparkling White Though yet she be never so staid She may alter her mind ere night 6. Unto the new married wife An Health here is in neat Claret Though her spouse lead a jealous Life And her tongue out-prattles a Parret 7. To the jovial widdow at last An health we will drink in Sack Her constitution 's in hast You may quickly guess what she doth lack 8. Now you have so freely drunk Their healths and merrily round Each of you may go to his Punk They are yours a mite to a pound 9. Bút now I 've thought better on 't Y 'ad best to leave drinking and whoring For virtue hereafter will vaunt When vice shall receive a great scowring The sixteenth Song of two lovers 1. Two lovers lately that for some years space Enjoy'd in each others looks an heaven of bliss Are parted and have left their usual gaze He on her beauties and she upon his Behold what alterations time can raise In humane breasts and setled constancies Great Love we do accuse thee of our crime And thank for our recovery onely Time 2. As I have seen a crooked river run Through Meads and moorish grounds in oblique course So slighly stealing as no way it won And no intention had to leave the source And never roar'd at all till it begun Into another stream to yield its force So no dislike her cunning Fashion show'd Till all her Favours she from him bestow'd 3. Long he her lov'd and long she lov'd again And both did glory in each others heart Cupid in each breast kept an equal reign A mutual court of joy without all art Without dissimulation or disdain Without the least offence to either part Till a new love possest her yielding mind After so long continuing true and kind 4. He afterwards retreated as was fit Cal'd home his heart and quench'd the mighty fire With drinking Lethe to his former fit That had so long enthral'd him to desire And generous spirit that hast conquer'd it All hail And welcome to the sacred Quire Of Freedoms Temple where bright Truth discovers And laughes at all the follies of all Lovers The seventeenth Song Of a Mistresse 1. I love a Lass as fair as ere was seen Yet have I never seen if she be fair Grandees
her suitors have and servants been And they that wooe her now great Nobles are How can I therefore think that she will dain To look on me I fear I love in vain 2. Unto the Beauty which I do so desire I will make hast to see how fair she is And though I find my betters wooers by her I will be bold and all my thoughts express Which when I have done will she therefore dain To pity me I fear I love in vain 3. I le tell her that her hairs are golden Twines Able t' enamour all the Deities And that her eyes are two celestial signes More glorious then the twelve within the skies When I have told her this will she then dain To love me too I fear I love in vain 4. If when that I have said what I can say And made what Protestations I can make She will be proud and coy and say me Nay Though nere so fair my heart from her I le take I will not subject be to her disdain The world shall never say I love in vain The eighteenth song Of women 1. I wonder why by foul-mouth'd men Women so slander'd be Since it so easily doth appear Th' are better far then we 2. Why are the Graces every one Pictur'd as women be If not to shew that they in Grace Do more excell then we 3. Why are the liberal Sciences Pictur'd as women be But t' show if they would study them They 'd more excell then we 4. And yet the Senses every one As men should pictur'd be To make it known that women are Less sensual then we 5. Why are the virtues every one Pictur'd as women be If not to shew that they in them Do more excell then we 6. Since women are so full of worth Let them all praised be For commendations they deserve In ampler wise then we The nineteenth Song You are too proud to love and are too kind To hate what therefore is your mind Think you none worthy of you ' cause you know That you should be admired so And will you not hate ' cause you would Not be a maid when you are old 2. Though nature hath been liberal in your parts And you for jewels do wear hearts If you your self do onely like and love You in a wrong sphere for you move As you were made to love beside So you were made to be enjoy'd The twentieth Song A Ballad of Darbyshire 1. Dear Polyhymnie be Auspicious unto me That I may spread abroad Our Shires worth in an ode Merrily chanting They that our Hills do blame Have no cause for the same Seeing the Muses lye Upon Parnassus high Where no joy's wanting 2. Upon Olympus Hill Hebe Heavens cup doth fill And Iove of Candy Isle Doth the Gods reconcile When they do wrangle In France at Agincourt Where we fought in such sort Behind an hill we did Make our Archers lye hid Foes to entangle 3. The long commanding Rome And old Byzantium Lisbon in Portugal Are situated all Upon Hills strongly All therefore that protest Hilly ground 's not the best Are of their wits bereav'd And all of them deceiv'd And censure wrongly 4. The Peer of England known Darby's Earldom to own Is honour'd by the style Of King of Mona's Isle Hereditary Why hath Orantus found A Channel under ground VVhere t'lye hid but for shame VVhen it hears Darwins name VVhich Fame doth carry 5. VVhy do the Nymphs believe Of Nile it down Rocks drive Unless it be for fear Trents glory should go near To overgo them The Spaw Luick Land hath And Sommerset the Bath Burtons dear County be As famous unto thee As they unto them 6. For King Mausolus Tomb Lango's known by each Groom And the Campanian Lake Doth very famous make Italies confines The walls of burned stone Eternize Babylon And the large Devils vault Doth Darbyshire exalt VVherein no sun shines 7. The Pike to Tennariff An high repute doth give And the Coloss of brass VVhere under ships did pass Made Rhodes aspire Tunbridge makes Kent renown'd And Epsome Surryes Ground Pools-hole and St. Annes VVell Makes Darbyshire excell Many a shire 9. Here on an Hills side steep Is Elden hole so deep That no man living knowes How far it hollow goes Worthy the knowing Here also is a Well Whose Waters do excell All waters thereabout Both being in and out Ebbing and flowing 9. Here 's Lead whereof is made Bullets for to invade Them whose pride doth prevail So far as to assail Our Brittish borders Our Lead so much may do That it may win Peru And if we chance to meet A Spanish silver Fleet Commit great murthers 10. Diana's Fane to us Extolleth Ephesus The Sand-hil and deaf stone Do Darbyshire renown Worth Admiration Windsor Berks doth commend And Essex Audley-end We of our Chatsworth boast A Glory to our coast And the whole Nation 11. Spain doth vaunt of it's Sack And France of Claret crack Of Rhenish Germany And of thy Ale speak free My gallant County Now I have made an end I wish you to commend Either the Authors wit Or me for singing it Out of your bounty Song 21. 1. Ah me I have sinned so That the thought of it is my woe That my eyes To the skyes Nor my prayer Neither dare I to lift but here mourn below What therefore had I best here to sit And lament for my faults in unfit Sorrow no Who doth so Spends his fears And his tears All in vain any mercy to get 2. My soul mount thou then aloft And beseech him tha 'st angred so oft He easily can Pardon man Being inclin'd To be kind With real contrition and soft What though my many foul transgressions do Exceed all the stars in our view Do overcome Motes it 'h Sun And surpass Blades of grass His merits do exceed all these too 3. His mercies exceed all these And all sins wherewith men him displease Every sigh He did give Every wound That is found On his body could a world release And therefore for shame if not for love Yet love is all fear and shame above Let us shun Hell and run In heavens way Whiles t' is day For from thence is no sad remove FINIS THE OBSTINATE LADY A COMEDY Written by ASTON COKAIN LONDON Printed by WILLIAM GODBID 1658. Dramatis Personae Polidacre An old Lord. Philander His son Carionil A young Lord. The counterfeit Negro and cal'd Tucapelo Falorus His friend Lorece A phantastick gallant His brother Phyginois Cal'd Draculemion Iaques An old simple daughter of Vandonae's Servants Maskers Rosinda Polidare his wife cal'd Tandorix Lucora The obstinate Lady her daughter Cleanthe Her sister cal'd Anclethe Vandona A young rich widow Antiphila A fine young Lady Nentis Lucora's Woman Vandone's sister The Prologue BRave crown of Gallants welcome May this place Meet expectation you afford us grace We joy that such a multitude divine Of Planets in our little Spheres do shine And that besides our Horizon is
Fal. Is this not policy to delay my death Car. If ere you found me false believe me not Fal. It then is true Car. Most true Falorus Fal. Licence me friend now to embrace you well met Carionil and welcomer indeed Then ever yet man was unto me I Will live and owe my life unto you and when You please I for your sake will lay it down Freely I may Lucora now adore And rather then to lose her I will try All waies that are contain'd in policie Car. But say she never will consent Fal. I am Most confident she will to please her Father But if she should not I could suffer it 'T was not my Love made me thus passionate It was because in it I wronged you Car. Did you not marke when you did see me first A joy unusual sit upon my brow Fal. I had so much of sorrow in my heart That with it all my sences were possest Car. But you perceiv'd I had left my disguise What out of it did you collect Fal. I thought Lucora had descri'd you and you had A peremptory denial to your suit Enter Cleanthe and Phyginois Cle. Sir seeing you had made a fair conclusion And measuring each minute for an hour Until I were with you I rudely come Uncal'd for to you Car. Ever most welcome my Cleanthe friend This is the Lady I did mention to you She was Anclethe bâ—t is sister to The Mistress of youâ— thoughts and cal'd Cleanthe Whom long since all her friends believed lost And have these many years left mourning for Fal. A strange discovery and admirable Car. Some other time command the history This mutually among our selves we 'l spend Fal. Lady account me servant to your vertues And you Sir may command Falorus alwaies Phy. Your love will honour me most noble Lord. Cle. Sir I for you will intercession make Unto my sister and do hope shall prosper I will make known how much you are her servant And what affection my ears have witnessed For I unseen to you did hear what pass'd Fal. You will oblige me everlastingly Car. Now let us walk Fal. Whosoever loyal friendship doth regard With fair events the Gods will him reward Exeunt omnes Scena quinta Enter Iaques solus Iaq. I have a Licence for my Lady the brave gallant Mistress Lorece But it cost too much a conscience I wood a writ five times as much for halfe I gave for it But t' is the fashion among great ones so they have their wills they care not at how dear a rate they buy them This marriage is like Christmas when it comes it brings good cheer with 't we have fat Venison hold belly hold and wine I am sure we shall want none for the Vintner had twenty pounds on me this morning I ha bespoke a merry company of Fidlers O they are boon fellows and there will be old dancing for I mean to sweat my doublet quite through ere I leave Enter Lorece and Vandona Madam her'e 's the License your Worships sent me for the Parson and this will make all sure Lor. T is well done Iaques for this be thou the Neptune of the Cellar raise a tempest and drown who ever doth go down the staires Like old Silenus behave thy self Van. When we have din'd le ts go to my Lord Polidacres and invite that house Lor. We will my dear Widow Iaq. T will be a merry time I see Exeunt Omnes Scena sexta Enter Polidacre Lucora Antiphila and Nentis Ant. I wonder we have not seen the Ethiopian Lord to day Pol. He 'l not be long absent Lucora thou hast my heart for thy consent Falorus is a worthy Gentleman And one of an approved fashion He doth deserve a Princess my Lucora I know his nature is most noble else I would not move thee for him and although The time is not expir'd will you steal So much from age and be his wife I long To see thee well bestow'd Luc. VVhat ere you please t'command I will perform Enter Falorus Pol. Here is Falorus welcome my Lord I shall Shortly say my son my daughter I have won And when I please unto you she will give Away herself Fal. You are most noble But can you fairest Lady look so low As is Falorus can there be such a vertue Of rare humility within you that You thus confer affection upon me Luc. My Lord my father desires to make me yours And I have learnt so much obedience As willingly to do what he commands Fal. I wish I could most excellent Lucora Thanke you in all the languages are worth Your dear attention you have made me so Exceeding happy I envy not his wealth That ownes the inhaustible mines of fam'd Peru. Luco I thank you for this love and have a hope Requite you Sir Fal. My joy hath dul'd my senses Enter Lorece Vandona and Jaques Lor. Now brother have I not ended happily Vandona is my own We onely want The ceremony Eclesiastical My Lord I am your servant Fal. I have a Mistris got the richest beauty Great Brittain ever was renowned for Lor. Much very much y faith have you won her For whom hopeful Carionil did dye Fal. I won her not Lorece her fathers desire Meeting with her consent have made her mine Van. Sister you have been a stranger to me I pray you be not so Nen. You shall see me oftner Lor. Thou maist be Mercury and I will glory Thou art my brother Van. Madam I 'm very glad to meet you here Ant. And I as joyful of your company Enter Carionil Cleanthe and Phygionis Lor. Wonders Carionil's alive again and here Pol. For some strange end he did give forth his death But what yong beauteous Ladie 's that Luc. It is a face worthy of admiration Pol. Rise Lady kneel not unto me She kneels Cle. Then I were most unfit to be your Child Pol. How my daughter that was lost Clea. Yes my Lord and beg your blessing Pol. May the good heavens make of thee my daughter If you be she an old and happy woman Luc. I am a Sister to you Spare some time For me to shew how much I do rejoyce At this unlook'd for good none of your kin Fair Sister are more glad then I to see you Whom we had never hope to see I am Most proud to be alli'd unto So excellent a creature as you are Clea. I am most joyful of your love Ant. We are most glad to see you safe Van. As if you were our Sister Clea. My thanks sweet Ladies Pol. Dearest Cleanthe confirm thy father in His joy relate thy life that out of it I may grow confident thou art my daughter Phy. Lady leave that to me My Lord and if You with her silence can so long dispence I would do that Clean. He is my Nurses Son to whom my Lord I owe all thanks for my escape Pol. Sir when you please you may begin Nen. What not a gentleman I am undone
But must be secret in 't Aside Phy. My Lord. This Ladies Nurse my mother had a Sonne Older then the Lady Cleanthe is by seven years Whom she did love so extraordinarily That for his sake she foulely er'd from vertue She thought it was an easie thing for her If that their lives attained to those years To make your daughter wife unto her son Which is the cause she privily escap'd Pol. Most strange Phy. By chance I heard this of my brother who Told me against my mothers strict command What a great marriage he should have and that Cleanthe was the daughter of a Lord Your Honours child Whom all we thought but of a mean descent For she had won the country to believe That she did find her in the open field I pittying her hard chance did tell her all And promis'd her I would attend upon her Until she had her parents happy made With knowledge of her safety Cle. The rest I must relate Dear Sir be kind and if I have done ought You shall dislike pardon my first offence I was no sooner come to town but saw This noble Gentleman with whom so violently I fell in love that for his sake pray pardon me My own apparel I did lay away And did become his Page And when I did Disclose my self he kindly did requite me In brief we are contracted I did not well without you to do thus But your forgiveness Sir I cannot doubt He told me that there was a difference Between our families and therefore you If your consent was ask'd would never yield Iaq. Wood I were it 'h Cellar I care not for these drie and tedious tales Pol. Whether I should or no I cannot tell But I am glad that it hath chanced thus This match an ancient discord will conclude And may the Gods be favourable to it Car. Most Worthy Lord my faithful thankes Phy. Here also is a ring which by Your Father my Lord Falorus was given her When at the Font he for her answer'd She wo'rt about her neck when she was stolne Pol. I know it well and am confident Thou art my lost Cleanthe Be his wife And may the heavens make up the match most fortunate Carionil I now am glad I have A man so honour'd to my son in law Car. My Lord if that I can perform my will You never shall repent your daughters choice Pol. I do not doubt I shall Now I would know Why your death was reported Car. I was in love long which your eldest daughter The fair Lucora but could never win her Brought almost to despair I did assume The habit and colour of a Negro Pol. Then you was Tucapelo Car. I was indeed Knowing she had refus'd the greatest Marriages And many of the handsomest of the Kingdome I fully did believe she never would Like any man of this Complexion And therefore feign'd my self an Ethiopian But first gave out my death and that unto My self I had done violence for her Luc. Surely he will not do so unworthily As to make mention of my fond affection A side Car. But all could not prevail Luco I am glad he ends so A side Cario And therefore I desisted wholly which when Anclethe saw my sweet Cleanthe now She did disclose her self Polid. I do perceive the Heavens intended you Should reconcile our Families Iaq. Her 's love and love agen I wood some body would love me Luco My dear Sister you must not think me rude Because I do express my love so fully Poli. Be my Carionil All that â—â—e mine respect this Lady For I do intend to make her so Car. We are her Servants and most joyfully Shall kneel unto a Lady of her vertues Enter Philander and Rosinda Fal. What Lady 's that Car. She 's masked and I cannot guess Pol. Philander this Lady is thy Sister the lost Phi. Grow not to weak my body to contain Cleanthe My soul within thee at these joyes Fair Sister I am glad that I can name So beauteous a Lady as you are so For you the heavens be thanked Pol. Carionil's alive and must be styl'd your brother Cleanthe him hath chose Perfect thy joyes Philander when thou wilt And hear their Histories This Lady you must call mother Phil. But I must not Poli. How Phil. This here I will Dear mother now confirm my words Unmaskes Poli. Welcome to life Rosinda Thy face and beauty I do remember well But wherefore did you Raise the report of your untimely death Rosin That at a fitter time This give me leave To spend in joy My dear Cleanthe for I do believe Because thy father doth acknowledge thee Thou art Cleanthe my so long lost daughter Never was mothers heart so light I cannot Utter my joyes my tears must witness them To time I am indebted that he hath Spared my life untill I see thee safe Cle. I want expression But my life shall be A comment on my heart wherein you shall Perceive what your Cleanthe is Phil. Now you are mine fair Antiphila Ant. I will perform my promise Phil. Both your consents I begge Polid. How 's this Anti. I did engage my self That if I were not yours I would be his Pol. Then may the knot prove happy and continue A firm one while the Gods do lend you breath Ros It is my wish Pol. Was you her servant too Wife chide me in secrer I was forsworn Ros We all are frail Mortality may boast Of strength but many conclusions deny it Nen. Away I will have none of you I will not begge Pol. You shall not need I for his love and care Unto my daughter will give him means befitting A Gentleman which shall descend unto His posterity poverty shall not spoil his fortune Vandon 'T is nobly said If you do like him take him sister Ment. Now I 'm content Phyg My joy is great My thanks sweet Mistriss My Lord Polidacre I am your grateful though unworthiest servant Now Mistriss you shall know the policy I won your affections with my affections being setled so high and I poor I made my self Draculemion But your promise worthiest Lord hath now enriched me Iaq. O me Was you that merry fellow you have a parlous wit Phyg One thing I must crave of you Polid. You shall obtain Sir Phyg That you will pardon my Mother Polid. I do for your sake Luco Since I perceive you in the bounteous way Of granting Boons Sir I assume the boldness To become a Petitioner to you Polid. My dear Lucora freely ask for I Doubtlessely shall consent to thy demand Luco Seeing the gracious Heavens have blessed our house With the recovery of my long lost Sister And since the powers divine have link'd her heart To the affections of a noble Gentleman A marriage like to grace your honour'd Age With hopeful Nephews I humbly crave your licence To enjoy the freedom of a single life For I 've no inclination to become A subject unto Hymens glorious bondage Polid.
agen your poor vassal my Lord thus will we spend our daies in these delights so will we kiss Flametta I beseech your Honour to pardon me we nere will be a weary of our selves if thou dost sigh thy Trappolin will weep your Honour shall command me alwaies and when thou singst thy Trappolin will dance Flam. And I am thine my honest Trappolin And ever will be constant unto thee Trap. I 'le attend your Honour presently Flam. There 's no man alive shall make me prove Unfaithful unto thee so much I love Trap. Your Lordship must pardon me a little I am something busie Flam. My Trappolin shall not bestow a kiss But I will pay it him with usury It is impossible for thee to be More thy Flametta's then Flametta's thine Trap. I will come to your Honour presently Flam. Pardon Sweetheart that now I must be gone My stay another time shall make amends A kiss my dear my lovely Trappolin With such I shall be never satisfied Exit Trap. Farewel my dear rogue my Lord I come Your Honour must pardon me you saw how I was employ'd I could not leave the poor fool your Lordship sees she loves me and protest her labour is not lost now if your Honour hath any thing to command me I am ready Trappolino your poor servant Barb. You are a sawcy peremptory villain And I have well perceiv'd your base demeanor Although I see the wench is yours you shall Repent the freedome of your evil language Be sure you shall Exit Trap. Good morrow my Lord Let him do his worst I care not a rush for him he would ha my wench and I am glad I abus'd him I ha made his Honour something collerick let him disgest it how he will Exit Enter Lavinio the great Duke Prudentia Barbarin Machavil and others Lavin The Tuscane glory have we yet upheld And from the fierce assaults of enemies Rescued our cities set them in a peace As happy as the Gods did ere vouchsafe Sforza the Duke of Milain our old friend Who hath in all our wars still sent us aide Hath promised me the matchless Isabella His sister for my wife and seeing now We have no more to do with enemies I will to Milain go and marry her And quickly unto Florence will return Where I will celebrate our nuptial With that magnificence becomes our state You whom I ever have found faithful to me Lord Barbarino and Lord Machivil To you I do commit the government Of Tuscany until I return And full commission to do what you shall See necessary for the good of Florence My dear Prudentia the onely joy Of our deceased Father the last Duke Live happy and enjoy thy own desires Which I do know are vertuous all Prud. Most noble Sir it is impossible That I should happy be and you not present But I am unworthy to beseech your stay Go and be fortunate in a worthy choice While I to heaven pray for your safe return Dear sweet Prudentia and also Lords Look well unto my prisoner Brunetto Yet let him want nothing but a free release For sure he is more then he seems to be I have been long about this journey now All things are ready my Prudentia Farewel and sister be not melancholy For in few weeks I will return and bring A sister home to keep thee company The beauteous Milanes Prud. And may she prove According to your wishes noble Sir Barb. And be a joy unto the Florentines Mach. And be a happy mother that there may Not want an heir unto your Highness Lav. Our thanks Onward t is time I were upon my way Exeunt Barba Now will I be reveng d of Trappolin Who hath so boldly to my face abus'd me I have authority to do 't withall I 'le make him to repent his sawciness Enter Trappolin He 's here but I will do 't as if by Justice Trap. I can think of nothing but my pretty villain Flammetta O 't is a dear rogue and she saies she loves me and I know she does when I have married her I will betake me to the country where we will live as jovial as the day is long Enter Mattemores the Spanish Captain Mat I 'le fight for Florence while I have a vein To hold my heart from falling unto death Nor shall the Longobardy Mantuaus Ere win a Flag while I am in the field I 'de make the Tuscan Duke to know the man Whom he hath trusted to conduct his troops Durst but Gonzaga ever stir again Methinks there is no nobler thing on earth Then to see hills of bodies lakes of blood No braver Musick then the Martial Drum Nor Diapasons sweeter to the ear Then unto it the Warlike Trumpets make When I but hear this harmony I could Full of delight venter my single person Against an armed Troop Away with peace It is the Canker and the bane of minds 'T is that which makes us to forget our selves And spend our lives in sensuality Then glorious war advance thy armed arm That soldiers may have waies to shew themselves Wo'd Gothes and Vandals once again would come Int ' Italy or Moors into our Spain That Mattemores might wear out his sword With hewing bones and cleaving armed men Each thing doth to his centre fall and I Would unto mine which is to fight or die Who art thou Trap. I Matte I you what are you to good to be asked Trap. I am Trappolin Matte By that I know not art thou a man of war Is Trappolin in any Captains roll I' st writ Trap. Yes Seignior Captain in the Parsons book The day thereof my baptisme is set down Mat. And in that honour oft hast thou ere fought With Infidels and slain a score or two Trap. Not I Heavens be prais'd a score or two said you Captain then should I sure never escape for I promise you many an one is hang'd for killing of one Mat. Fie what an ignorance is this hast thou a mind to become now a souldier Trap. Indeed Seignior Captain I cannot resolve you as yet I am about a wife I le ask her if she will turn souldier too and then if I like it ther 's an end But I pray you Captain what is a souldier Mat. A souldier Trappolin is he that does Venter his life a hundred times a day VVood in his countries and his Princes cause Stand canon shot and wood of steeled pikes VVood when his bodie 's full of wounds all night Lie in the field and sleep upon his helm Trap. Good Captain pardon me neither I nor Flametta will be souldiers heavens defend venter my life so many times a day there is more safety and gain in turning thief I love my countrey and Prince well but my self better 't is good sleeping in a whole skin t is better lying with Flametta in a warm bed marry I had thought a souldier had not been such a fool How many of them might there be in Florence Sir
what you will unto her with her consent I am very sorry I parted you so long I know Lovers would be private though they do nothing but talk therefore I will not hinder you fare you well both my Princely friend and Lady sister Prud. The Gods preserve you Hora. And reward your goodness Exeunt Trap. Thus what the Duke doth I will undo such excuses will serve my turn well enough Enter Barbarino and Macchavil Here are my Lord banishers it seems the Duke hath set them at liberty but in they go again as sure as the cloaks on their backs Bar. May the good angels that attend upon Princes on earth defend your Highness always From every offensive thing Macc. And may you live A long and happy life enlarge your state Excel in fame the first great Duke Trap. Your good wishes I like but credit me my Lord Banishers neither of you Who let you out of prison Bar. He 's mad as ere he was your Highness Sir Trap. You lye Sir Pucchanello come hither quickly Macc. Heavens be merciful we must in again I see He do's and undo's and remembers nothing Enter Pucchanello Trap. Sirra Rogue why did you set these two at liberty Pucc Your Highness did command it Mac. If our Duke must be mad the Gods grant him That which he had the last Trap. You ill-fac'd rascal you lie Pucc Beseech your Highness remember your self it Was at your command Trap. It may be so but I am sure I was drunk then and now I am sober they shall in again therefore take them with you be gone I say Barb. There is no remedy Macc. Good gods pitty Florence Exeunt Trap. Eo Meo and Areo thanks i'faith yet I am suppos'd the Duke Father Conjurer by thy Art I am suppos'd a Prince stick to me still and be my friend Enter Isabella Here is the Dutchess Eo Meo and Areo be true to me and I 'le have a kiss or two at the least Isa Sir you are fortunately met Trap. Who are you Lady Madam Isa Do you not know Sir Trap. I 'de have you tell me Isa I never knew him so before I am your Wife Trap. I 'me glad on 't I promise you come and kiss me then Isa You are wondrous merrily disposed Trap. Madam Dutchess I am something jovial indeed I have been a drinking Montefiascone very hard kiss me again my dear Lady wife Isa He 's drunk Trap. You are a handsome woman I promise you prethee tell me my Lady Dutchess am I a proper handsome fellow Isa Do not jest with me Sir you know you are Him whom above the world I do esteem Trap. Well said my Ladie wife Isa I nere saw him so distempered before Trap. Have you nothing yet in your belly Isa You know I am with child Sir Trap. Faith but I do not for your belly swells not Isa I am full of wonder Trap. Lady wife get you in I am halfe drunk and now am unfit for you but give me a kiss or two before Madam Dutchess fare you wel Isab I had thought he had not been addicted to A vice so loathsome as drunkenness Exit Trap. Yet all happens very well protest the Dutchess is a gallant woman I almost like her as well as Flametta I could lie with her and I woo'd but I am half honest and will not wrong the Duke nor Flametta Why is not my wench as good as she wherein do they differ but onely in clothes Flametta's a woman as right as she and perhaps naked as handsome what good in the night do jewels and fine clothes to a woman when she hath them not on besworn I am very merry Eo Meo and Areo are brave tame Devils and my Father Conjurer an excellent learned fellow Vienca wine and Padua bread Trivigi tripes and a Venice wench in bed Exit singing Actus quinti scena secunda Enter Lavinio YE glorious Plannets that do rightly guide The giddy ships upon the Ocean waves If some of your malignant influences Have rais'd this madness in my subjects heads Let some of your benigne influences Again restore them to their former sences Those Florentines whom all their enemies Could not impeach could not withstand in armes Suffer not you immortal powers divine Thus to be ruin'd by distraction Machavil and Barbarino appear in prison I am astonished O Heavens I know not what to think Puchanello Puchanello let me out the two Lords and send them to me presently I 'le talk unto um here at large Bar. His ill fit 's off Mac. The goods be praised Lav. I do not think that since the infancy And first creation of the world a madness Pestiferous and equal unto this Was ever known good Heavens reveal and soon The cause that I may do my best to help it Enter Barbarino Machavil and Puchanello Mac. Long may this fit continue Barb. If it hold alwaies sure he 's in 's wits agen Lav. I wonder Lords and justly that you whom I have known to have the noblest judgements should thus become distracted you in your fits of frenzie run to prison of your selves And think I sent you Bar. Most royal Sir we grieve to see these daies You did command us thither Lav. I Mac. Your Highness self Lav. You are both deceiv'd to do such idle errours And lay the blame on me doth more amaze me Puchanello how came these in prison Puc So please your Highness you were angry with them And did commit them Lav. I commit them That thou art mad is not so great a wonder I tell you both with sorrow witness heaven You are strangely bereav'd of your reason Well go ye in and pray unto the Gods That they hereafter would be kind unto you And keep you from relapse Mac. Heavens bless your Highness Bar. And be unto you a perpetual guard Exeunt Lav. Famine plague war the ruinous instruments Wherewith the incensed dieties do punish Weak mankind for misdeeds had they all fallen Upon this city it had been a thing To be lamented but not wondred at Enter Isabella O my dear Isabella I have brought thee From Milain flourishing in all delights Into a city full of men distracted Isab He is not sober yet Go in and sleep Sir You do not well thus to bewray your weakness Unto the publick view Lav. My wife and all O heavens Isa What say you Sir Lav. My Isabella thou hast cause to curse me For bringing thee into a place infected The aire is sure pestiferous and I wonder Now how I have escaped Isab Good Sir I pray you sleep Lav. Wherefore my Isabella Isab Why you have drunk too much Lav. Madness unmatch'd Dear Isabella withdraw thy self into Thy chamber I will presently come to thee There we will pray unto the angry Gods That they would from 's remove this heavy ill Isab I will obey you Sir to get you home Good Gods nere let him thus offend again Exit Lav. What have I done so much offensive
to The supreme powers that they should punish me Not onely with the madness of my subjects But the distraction of my wife and sister Enter Horatio and Prudentia What do I see they do embrace and kiss My sisters madness will undo her how He came at liberty I marvel much Whom I would have to lie in prison walke in freedome and whom I would have in freedome run of themselves to prison Prud. Most noble Brother Lav. Sister I grieve to see thee thus Hora. Excellent Prince Lav. Sure the good Angels that had wont to guard The Medices in all their actions Have for the horrid sins of Florence left us And fled to Heaven Hora. His mind again is altered Pru. Dear brother do not frown and look so angry Lav. Peace sister I 'me asham'd to hear you speak Each word you say is poyson in my eares Puchanello Jailor Puc I come Within Pru. What mean you Sir Hor. I must again to prison fickle fortune How soon a happy man thou makest wretched Enter Puchanello Lav. Sirra why did you set this man Brunetto Or this Horatio I know not what to call him At liberty Puc Will he nere be wise your Highness bade me Lav. I Bethink you and answer truly Puc Your Highness knowes I durst not for my life Ha don 't without your licence Pru. Sweet Brother Lav. Silence would become you better far Hor. Life of my heart do not disturb your self I am unworthy you should speak for me Lav. Sirra take him again and look to him better then you have your madness shall not excuse you if once more you serve me thus Hor. I must be patient good Heavens soone alter this sullen fit into his former kindness Farewel my sweet Prudentia Exeunt with Hora Pru. I wonder Brother what pleasure you take In crossing me after this sort Lav. It is in vain to answer frantick people Pru. I I am mad 't is your perversness makes me Exeunt Scena tertia Enter Trappolin solus Trap. YEt I cannot meet with the Duke I long to see him look like me I would fain powder his Highness Eo Meo and Areo I thank you faith my hat my glass and cloke honest Father Conjurer I will love thee while I live Enter Barbarino and Machavil Hel's broke loose again I do what the Duke undoes and he undoes what I do Mac. Long live your Highness Trap. Amen Bar. And happily Tra. Amen I say but how my small friends came you hither I thought you had been under lock key Mac. I fear he 's ill as ere he was Trap. Sirra Puchanello so ho so ho come hither you rogue Bar. We must in again Mac. Good Gods will this frenzie never leave him Enter Puchanello Trap. Goodman durty-face why did you not keep me these in prison till I bid you let them out Puc So please your Highness so I did Trap. Dare you lie so boldly you take me for a Doctor Gracian of Franckolin I warrant you or a fool in a play you 'r so sawcy with me Mac. Good Gods Bar. Was ever heard the like Puc Beseech your Highness to remember your self Trap. Now I bethink my self perhaps I might do it when I was drunk if I did bid you give them their liberty it was when I was fox't and now I am sober lay them up agin walk my good Lord Banishers your Honours know the way Puc Will this humour never leave him Bar. We must endure it Mac. There is no remedy Trap. My Lord Prisoners get you gone I am an hungry and cannot stand to hear any supplication Puc You must obey my Lords Exeunt Trap. Yet all goes well all goes exceeding well My wil 's obey'd I am suppos'd the Duke My hat my glass and cloak retain their force And Father Conjurer does not forsake me Exit Scena quarta Enter Mattemoros the Spanish Captain solus Mat. THough horrid War thou bear'st a bloody sword And marchest o're the world in dreadful arms Though fearful mankind on their humble knees Beseech the Gods to keep thee from their homes Yet art thou when trick'd up in dismall robes Presaging death and ruine to a State More lovely to a valiant souldiers eyes Then are the pleasures of a wanton Court And sure if our great Duke Lavinio Had been i' th field expecting of a foe He nere had been distracted as he is 'T is peace that doth bewitch us from our selves Fills most Heroick hearts with amorous toyes And makes â—s to forget what honor is But for Hipolita's sake I must not speak Any thing ill of Love Love I must say Is good but war leads the more noble way Enter Lavinio Lav. How do you Captain Mat. I am your Highness creature Lav. Saw you not lately Barbar or Maccha Mat. Yes Lav. Where are they Mat. Your Highness knows in prison Lav. O heavens in prison again Good gods when will you remove this frenzy from the Florentines Mat. I see there is little hope on him Lav. Why are they in prison Mat. Because your Highness did command Lav. Never Captain I never did command it go and bid Pucchanello let them out Mat. Sir he dares not at my bidding Lav. Here take my Ring and do 't Mat. One humor in the morning and another in the afternoon will it never be better Exit Lav. Wo'd I did know what hainous sin it is I have commited that is so offensive Unto the Gods to cause this punishment That I might sue unto them for forgiveness And they be reconcil'd and pitty Florence I 'm fâ—ll and full of wonder perhaps some fiend Permitted by the heavens assume's my shape And what I do undoth was ever known Such a distraction in the world before Enter Trappolin Trap. At last I have found him Lav. This the Impostor is that hath deceiv'd The eyes of all it can be nothing else Trap. I vow and swear I am something afraid but will be bold Eo Meo and Areo sit close come out powder come out father Conjurer I rely on your powder Take that for my sake Flings it on him Lav. What rudeness is this Trap. I have don 't i'faith Trap. I have repealed thee for Flametta's sake Lav. How is this If thou art a fiend the gracious heavens be kind And give a period to thy wild proceedings But if thou art a Conjurer I 'le have thee Burnt for thy Magick as thou dost deserve Trap. Trappolin talk wisely Lav. Why dost thou call me so Trap. Aha! A man forget himself so art thou not he Lav. I am the Duke Trap. Beware of treason do you know your own face if you see 't look here what say you now Lav. I am bewich't thou art a Conjurer And hast transformed me to a banish't Rogue Trap. For Flametta's sake I pardon thee this language but learn to speak better lest you walk again Exit Lav. Heaven earth and hell have all agreed together To load me with a plague unknown before Unto the world
quiet for putting in and setting out Flam The Heavens reward your goodness Ex. Puc Trap. Brother and Prince Horatio I am something given to be drunk Eo Meo and Areo are good fellows but I pray you pardon me Hora. Sir you wrong your self Trap. My friend and Prince Horatio I 'le nere wrong my self I warrant you but you I have and my sister Prudentia but it was when I was fox't and I will never be so again Enter Mattemores and Hipolita Mac. I am glad he will once let us be quiet Bar I should be very glad if he would continue it Trap. Ho now Seignior Captain ha you got a sweet-heart Mat. A fair Mistress so please your Highness Trap. I see my Don at Armes when you cannot follow the wars of the field you will of the bed Enter Lavinio Flam. Prethee my Trappolin now hold thy tongue Be wise sweet Love Lav. Leave me thou frantick fool Trap. For Flametta's sake I have given you your liberty use it well Lau. O Heavens endure not this impostor thus With his enchantments to bewitch our eyes Mac. Will he suffer him Bar. Perhaps one mad man wil pity another Lav. Ye Florentines I am Lavinio I am the Tuskan Duke this an enchanter That by his magick Art has raised all These strange chimeraes in my Court. Mat. Your Highness is too patient it were more fit he rav'd in Prison Flam. Sweet Trappolin be rul'd Trap. Hold your tongue I say Hor. Poor Trappolin art thou distracted too Lav. You Lords of Florence wise Machavil and You Lord Barbarino will you never come Out of this frenzie Valiant Mattemores I am the Duke I am Lavinio This whom you do suppose is me is some Hellish Magician that hath bewitched us all Trap. He will not be rul'd Puchanello take him again Flam. Beseech your Highness Trappolin come away Prud. Was ever seen the like Lav. Ah my poor subjects how I pity you That must obey the monstrous wickedness Of one that works by Necromantick means And is forsaken by the blessed Gods Trap. Away with him Enter Mag. Mag. Stay Trap. Yon 's Father Conjurer Bar. What new accident is this Trap. I hope he 'l do no hurt Hora. What will the event be marle Mat. What old Long-beard's this Mag. A word with you Will you if I clear every thing Pardon what 's past Lav. Do you know me then Mag. You are the Duke Trap. Father Conjurer do no hurt and I 'le give you a hundred pistols to buy you sallets and oile it 'h wood Mag. I 'le talk with you even now Will you promise me Lav. I swear by all the honours of my state By both my Dukedomes Florence and Sienna I will forgive what ever 's past Mag. Him and all Lav. Him and all Trap. Good Father Conjurer remember your son Mac. What will come of this Mag. Be not affrighted Mat. Never not I. Mag. What ere you see Fear not nothing shall hurt you Prud. This is a Conjurer Hip. Sweet Captain stand close by me Bar. What strange events are these Mag. Eo Meo and Areo appear Trap. I am undone I fear Father Conjurer remember your son I 'le give you two hundred pistols Mag. Appear I say Enter Eo Meo and Areo. Prud. Alas Hor. Fear nothing Hipo. Oh me Mat. Be bold I am here Hipolita Mag. Go take the hat the glass and cloke from him Trap. Ah me Ah me here here here here come not too near me Eo Meo and Areo farewel all on you Father Conjurer has undone me Bar. Trappolin Mac. Two Trappolins Flam. I know not which is mine Mag. Attend a while Thus with the waste of this enchanted wand I do release your Highness Mat. The Duke Hor. Wonders Mag. You have engaged your word y 'ave pardon'd all me who have done and undone every thing and him and every body Lav. I have Mac. The Heavens be prais'd long live your Highness Omnes Long live the Duke Hor. What will become of me Mag. I 'le perfect every thing Brave Prince Horatio your elder Brother Prince Filberto is dead Sir you cannot With reason dislike this match they are Married and your consent doth perfect it Lav. Now I am assured he is a Turin Prince Heir to the Dukedome of Savoy I am glad They are espoused sister I wish you joy Sir I intreat forgiveness for what 's past Hor. All 's forgotten Prud. Thanks gracious Heavens Lav. I 'le have your wedding solemnized with state Mac. I am glad this Gordian knot 's untied Trap. I shall be hang'd Father Conjurer Mag. The Duke hath pardoned you and me all Trap. Then let Eo Meo and Areo go to the Divel from whence they came Flametta I am thine Flam. Ah my dear Trappolin Trap. Here is your Highness ring Mag. From henceforth I abjure my wicked art Hor. I for thy love to me will send thee into Piemondt and give thee an Earldome in Vercelly Trap. The Heavens reward you you know I alwaies made much of your Highness Majesty Flathou shalt be a Countess Mag. Son Trappolin I am thy natural father twenty years since banisht ten years from Florence through my misfortune I have served the Turk in his Gallies Trap. By your leave Father you have served the Divel too I 'me sure for you are one of the best Conjurers in the world Welcome unto the Court your son of Honour and to Flametta's Earlship will your Honours forgive me too Mac. Yes Enter Isabella Bar. For the Princes sake I do Trap. I thank you both now all 's well agen henceforth I will live honestly and be the Divels Butcher no longer Lav. My Isabella welcome every thing That did molest our happiness in Florence Is took away now we will spend our time In Courtly joyes our famous Tuskan Poets Shall study amorous Comedies and Masks To entertain my beaute ous Millaness I have a story full of ridiculous wonders Within to tell thee at our better leisure Trap. The weaker side must yield unto the stronger And Trappolin's suppos'd a Prince no longer Exeunt omnes Finis actus quinti ultimi The Prologue LAdies and Gentlemen you that now may Approve or if you please condemn our Play We thank you first for here it was not writ In sweet repose and fluencies of wit But far remote at Rome begun half made At Naples at Paris the conclusion had Yet the perfection is behind which if You give 's a Plaudite you in England give Our Nation 's courteous unto strangers nor Should you refrain unto this Traveller I must not sue Ther 's nothing now remains Saving the Guerdon of our Poets pains He for himself is careless onely wo'd That for the Actors sakes you 'd say 't is good We are doubtful yet your hands will set all right Do what you please and Gentlemen Good night FINIS * Leicest * The Cooks Name * A prime street in Old Rome * Attested by the same Mr. John Cokaine of Rushton my Lords Cousin Germane who had an ancient evidence to prove it These four first Stanza's are translated out of Italian the end in the original omitted as too wanton and this last added for a conclusion
agree With tears on earth T is an Antipathie But 't is unnatural we should be glad And 't is Impiety we should be sad We must not grieve therefore nor yet rejoyce But fix us in the mean and shew us wise Be glad that we believe her soul is crown'd With endless Glory in Heavens ample Round Onely lament that we have lost our guide And wanting her are apt to wander wide We need not bid thee sleep secure that know That God himself rock'd thee asleep below Sweet Sainted Maid thou meritest the Pen Of Cherubims to shew thee unto men And dost deserve a bench of Poets grave To study and to write thine Epitaph Which in Mosaick work with diamonds bright Should be drawn out and read by it's own light A Titian or a Bonarota should Cast thee a Statue of pure Ophir Gold Had'st thou thy due the eager earth would sure Anatomize one India for Ore And precious stones a Pyramid to reare Lasting and great as the Egyptian were To thy eternal memorie and from Th e eastern-lands bring all the plenteous sum Of spices and perfumes and on the height Of that rich monument burn them day and night But 't is a thing impossibly too hard For men on earth to give thee thy reward Thy God whose power and love is infinite Thee hath and doth and ever will requite Among the Chorus of Heavens Virgins pure To sing Divinest Anthems evermore The homely verses I have writ she oft Hath smil'd upon approv'd them smooth and soft And if my pen hath power to give a fame Dear Isabella here shall live thy Name Had I the deathless Homer's brain and could Sing lofty numbers like to Maro Old A wit to match Sulmonean Ovid I Had writ a Poem not an Elegie T is known and I confess this is beneath Her Life and her expressions at her death Her resurrection plain will shew how well She led her life and bad the World Farewel 3. On the death of Henry Lord Hastings Son to the right Honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. KNow all to whom these few sad lines shall come This melancholy Epicedium The young Lord Hastings death occasion'd it Amidst a â—â—orm of Lamentations writ Tempests of sighes and grones and flowing eyes Whose yielding balls dissolve to Deluges And mournful Numbers that with dreadful sound Waite his bemoned body to the ground Are all and the last duties we can pay The Noble Spirit that is fled away T is gone alas t is gone though it did leave A body rich in all Nature could give Superiour in beauty to the youth That won the Spartan Queen to forfeit truth Break wedlocks strictest bonds and be his wife Environed with tumults all her Life His years were in the balmie Spring of Age Adorn'd with blossomes ripe for marriage And but mature His sweet conditions known To be so good they could be none but 's own Our English Nation was enamour'd more On his full worth then Rome was heretofore Of great Vâ—â—paâ—â—an's Jew-subduing Heire The love and the Delight of mankind here After a large survey of Histories Our Criticks curious in honour wise In paralleling generous Souls will finde This youthful Lord did bear as brave a minde His few but well spent years had master'd all The liberal Arts And his sweet tongue could fall Into the ancient Dialects dispence Sacred Judeas amplest eloquence The Laâ—ine Idiome elegantly true And Greek as rich as Athens ever knew Italy France and Spain did all confess Him perfect in their modern Languages At his Nativity what angry Star Malignant influences slung so far What Caput Algolls and what dire Aspects Occasioned so tragical effects As soon as death this fatal blow had given I fancy mighty Clarence sigh'd in Heaven And till this glorious Soul arrived there Recover'd not from his Amaze and fear Had this befal'n in ancient credulous times He had been deifi'd by Poets rimes That Age enamour'd of his Graces soon Majestick Fanes in adoration Would have rays'd to his memory and there On golden Altars year succeeding year Burnt holy incense and Sabaean Gums That Curles of vapour from those Hecatombs Sould reach his Soul in Heaven but we must pay No such Oblations in our purer way A nobler Service we him owe then that His fair example ever t'emulate With the Advantage of our double years Le ts imitate him and through all Affairs And all Encounters of our Lives intend To live like him and make as good an end To aim at brave things is an evident signe In Spirits that to honour they incline And though they do come short in the Contest T is full of glory to have done one's best You mournful Parents whom the Fates compel To bear the Loss of this great miracle This wonder of our Times amidst a sigh Surrounded with your thick'st Calamity Reflect on joy think what an happiness Though humane Nature oft conceits it less It was to have a Son of so much worth He was too good to grace the wretched earth As silver Trent through our North Countries glides Adorn'd with Swans crown'd with flowry sides And rushing into mightier Humbers Waves Augments the Regal Aestuarium's Braves So he after a life of eighteen years Well mannaged Example to our Peeres In 's early youth encountring sullen Fate Orecome became a Trophey to his State Didst thou sleep Hymen or art lately grown T' affect the Subterranean Region Enamour'd on bleard Libentina's eyes Hoarse-howling Dirges and the baleful Cries Of Inauspicious voices and above Thy Star-like torch with horrid tombs in love Thou art or surely hadst oppos'd this high Affront of death against thy Deity Nor wrong'd an excellent Virgin who had given Her heart to him who hath his Soul to Heaven Whose Beauties thou hast clouded and whose eyes Drowned in tears at these sad Exequies The fam'd Heroes of the golden Age Those Demigods whose vertues did asswage And calm the furies of the wildest mindes That were grown salvage even against their kinds Might from their Constellations have look'd down And by this young Lord seen themselves out-gon Farewel Admired Spirit that art free From this strict Prison of Mortalitie Ashby proud of the honour to enshrine The beauteous Body whence the Soul Divine Did lately part be careful of thy trust That no profane hand wrong that hallow'd Dust The Costly Marble needes no friend t'engrave Upon it any doleful Epitaph No good Man's tongue that Office will decline Whil'st years succeeding reach the end of time 4. On the death of my dear Cousin Germane Mrs. Olive Cotton who deceased at Berisford the 38th year of her Age and lyes buried at Bently by Ashbourne c. AMongst the many that shall celebrate With sighes and tears this excellent womans Fate And with the many that shall fix a verse Sacred unto her Fame upon her Herse World pardon me my boldness that intrude These few poor lines upon thy Multitude They need not read them I have