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A59751	Poems and translations amorous, lusory, morall, divine [collected and translated] by Edvvard Sherburne ...	Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.; Preti, Girolamo, 1582-1626. Salmace. English.; Saint-Amant, Marc Antoine Gérard, sieur de, 1594-1661. Metamorphose de Lyrian et de Sylvie. English.; Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625. Lidia abbandonata. English.; Colluthus, of Lycopolis. Rape of Helen. English.	1651 (1651)	Wing S3222A; ESTC R1186	66,746	182

gone Exit Enter Pittacus I 'm Pittacus who once this Maxime penn'd {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That 's Time apprehend But by Time we meant Time in Season as In tempore veni is your Roman Phrase And your own Comick Poet Terence he Chief of all things makes opportunity Where Dromo comes unto Antiphila I'th'nick of Time consider what I say And mark how many Inconvenience Sustain for want of this sole Providence But now 't is more than Time we should be gone Farewell and give your Approbation Exit Enter Periander NOw on the Stage see Periander move He who once said and what he said will prove {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Thought is all in all Since him a perfect Agent we may call Who first considers what he undergoes For we should still forecast as Terence shows Th' Event of Business whether good or bad E'r w'undertake it where may best be had Conveniency for Planting where to build When to wage War and where to pitch a Field Nor unconsiderately take in hand Or great or small Things for that makes a stand In the free Progress of all new designs In which there 's nothing Policy injoyns Like Consultation hence it is that they Who use it not Chance does not Counsell sway But I retire whilst you with better Fate Imploy your Thoughts how to uphold your State The Sentences of those seven Sages comprehended in as many Septenaries Bias Prieneus VVHat 's Man's chief good a Mind that right doth know What 's his chief Ill Man his own greatest Foe Who 's rich he who 's contented Who poor He Who Covets A Wives best Dowr Chastity What VVoman's chaste whom Fame dares not belie VVho 's the VVise man who can but doth no Ill. The Fool He who cannot yet hath the VVill Pittacus Mitylenaeus NOne knows to speak who knows not to refrain 'Fore many bad one good Man's Praise retain He 's mad who envies others happiness So 's he who joys in other Mens distress The Laws thou dost impose thy self obey VVhen Times are prosperous store of Friends provide VVhen they are bad but in a few confide Cleobulus Lindius THe more thou canst ' less wish to do The spite Of Fortune oft doth on the guiltless light None long is happy in Impiety In others much nought in thy self pass by The good Man's Friend is still the bad Man's Foe Our Father's merits want of their due Fame And oft our Childrens Portion is but shame Beriander Corinthius DEcent and Profitable ne'r dissent The happier Man still the more Provident 'T is ill to wish 't is worse to fear Death we Should make a Virtue of Necessity He who is fear'd by many many feares VVhen Fortune's kind dread thy advanced height And scorn to sink yet when she shows her spight Solon Atheniensis LIfe then is happy when 't is consummate VVed with thy like Disparity breeds hate Confer not Honours casually A friend Convince in private publikely commend 'T is more to be than be made Noble far If Fates decrees are sure in vain We fly them If they are not in vain We fear to try them Chilo Lacedaemonius FEard by Inferious nor by betters scorn'd Let me not live Oft of thy Death be warn'd And Health Misfortunes by thy own defeat Or friends Advice The good thou dost forget But that which thou receiv'st remember still Age that resembles Youth doth gratefull come Youth that resembles Age is burdensome Thales Milesius ABout to sin thy self though none else fear Life dies the glory of a good Death ne'r What thou intend'st to do forbear to tell To fear what thou canst not o'rcome's a Hell A just Reproof does good though from a Foe But a false Praise does harm though from a Friend Nilnimium satis est bids us here end Amphion or a City well ordered Casimer FOrraign Customes from your Land Thebans by fair Laws command And your good old Rites make known Unto your own Piety your Temples grace Justice in your Courts have Place Truth Peace Love in every Street Each other meet Banish Vice Walls guard not Crimes Vengeance o'r tall Bulwarks climbs O'reach Sin A Nemesis Still waking is Truth resembling craft Profane Thirst of Empire and of Gain Luxury and idle ●ase Banish all these Private Parsimony fill The Publike Purse Arms only Steel Know and no more Valour fights cold In plunder'd Gold VVar or Peace do you approve VVith united Forces move Courts which many Collumes rear Their falls less fear Safer Course those Pilots run VVho observe more Stars than One Ships with double Anchors ty'd Securer ride Strength united firm doth stand Knit in an eternall Band But proud Subjects private hate Ruins a State This as good Amphion sings To his Harps well-tuned strings It 's swift Streams clear Dirce stopt Cytheron hopt Stones did leap about the Plains Rocks did skip to hear his Strains And the Groves the Hills did crown Came dancing down VVhen he ceas'd the Rocks and VVood Like a VVall about him stood VVherce fair Thebes which seven Gates close Of Brass arose Vertue improv'd by suffering 'T Is but the Body that blind Fortunes spight Can chain to Earth the nobler Soul doth slight Her servill Bonds and takes to Heaven her flight So through dark clouds Heaven lightens whilst the shade ●s as a foyl to its bright splendour made And Stars with greater Lustre Night invade So sparkle Flints when strook so Metals find Hardness from hammering and the closer bind So Flames increase the more supprest by VVind And as the Grindstone to unpolis'd Steel Gives Edge and Lustre so my Mind I feel VVhetted and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel To Mr Stanley on his unimitable Poems THe Stagirite who Poesie defines An Imitation had he read thy Lines And thy rich Fancy known he would have then Recall'd the learned Error of his Pen And have confest in his convicted State Nought those could equall this would imitate VVhich from no forraign Supplement doth spring Nor any Stand but its own Height take VVing And but that We should seem so to misprise The Influence of Chariessa's Eyes VVe should not think Love did these Flames inspire Rather that thou taught'st Love this noble Fire And by a generous VVay thy hopes t' improve Shew'dst her before thou didst how thou could'st love And the old common Method didst invert First made her Mistris of thy Brain then Heart Some Phant'sies growth may from their Subjects take Thine doth not Subjects find but subjects make VVhose numerous strains we vainly strive to praise ' Less We could ours high as thy Phant'sie raise Large Praise we might give some with small Expence Of Wit cry Excellent how praise Excellence The Painters Fate is ours his hand may grace Or take a bad scarse hit a beauteous Face Nor can our Art a sitting value sit Upon thy noble Courtesie of Wit Which to so many Toungs doth lend that store Of pleasing sweetnes which they lack'd

before Th' Iberian Roman and the fluent Greek The nimble French and the smooth Thuscan seek For severall Graces from thy Pen alone Which that affoords to all these Toungs in One Whose forraign Wealth transferr'd improv'd by thine Doth with a fair Increase of Lustre shine Like Gems new set upon some richer Foyle Or Roses planted in a better Soyle If 'bove all Lawrels then thy Merits rise What can this Sprig which while 't is offer'd dies Add to the Wreath that does adorn thy Brows No Bayes will suit with that but thy own Bowghs On his Translation of Oronta FLames rescu'd fair Oronta from the Pow'r Of an insulting Thracian Conquerour The Fame of which brave Action Preti's Rime Freed from the greater Tyranny of Time Yet in that Freedome she lesse glories then In being thus made Captive by thy Pen To Mr James Shirley on his Way of Grammer explained in English Verse GRammer which taught the Poet first to write Is by the Poet now taught to delight And Poesy which once unto the School Ow'd it 's Instructions now to that 's a Rule Thy gratefull Pen to Science does impart Civility and requites Art with Art Yet not like some who think they hardly shou'd Be thought to understand if understood Do'st thou the Minds of weaker Tiro's vex Or as perplex'd with th' Art the Art perplex But what e're seem'd therein obscure mak'st clear Brief what prolix smooth what did rough appear That so the Art to Learners now is seen As in a Flat which Hill and Wood did skreen How should they erre their Journey's end in view Their Way so pleasing and their Guide so true Rest then secure of Fame nor think thy Worth Can by a private Hand be well set forth Attempts which to the Publick Profit raise Expect nor merit lesse than Publick Praise In Idem ad Eundem SHirleie Angliacúm cui olim celeberime vatum Drama Labor Nomenque fuit tibi nune novus ecquis Surgit Honos qualisve alto subit Infulanexu Tempora Nunc video Magnos accinctus in usus Carmine facundo tractas Pracepta severae Grammatices Latiaeque canis Primordia linguae Ut meliùs teneros blandâ dulcedine captos Afficeres animos dura Elementa colenti Atque rudi nimium Eloquio placitura Juventae Efficeres Labor en multum meriturus honestae Landis non aliter tua sed magè mellea Lingua Tentavit Nestor juv●●●lia fingere Corda Heroum teneras tam grato Carmine Mentes Thessalici haud rexit Moderator semifer Antri Grammatica exultet vibretque Heliconia Ser●a Lande novâ florens dulci nunc munere fand● Provocet Musas Decus hoc Shirleie dedisti FINIS SACRA To the Eternall WISEDOME Vpon the Distraction of the Times O Thou Eternall Mind whose VVisedome sees And rules our Changes by unchang'd Decrees As with Delight on thy grave Works We look Say art thou too with our light Follies took For when thy bounteous Hand in liberall Showres Each where diffus'd thy various Blessings powres VVe catch at them with strife as vain to sight As Children when for Nuts they scrambling fight This snatching at a Scepter breaks it He That broken does e're he can graspe it see The poor World seeming like a Ball that lights Betwixt the hands of Pow'rfull Opposites VVhich while they cantonize in their bold Pride They but an Immateriall Point divide O whilst for VVealthy Spoyles these fight let Me Though poor enjoy a happy Peace with Thee Draw Me and I will follow Thee THrough devious Paths without thee Lord I run And soon without Thee will my Race be done Happy was Magdalen who like a Bride Her self to Thee by her fair Tresses ty'd So she thy Presence never did decline Thou her dear Captive wert and she was Thine Behold another Magdalen in Me Then stay with Me or draw me after Thee If a Man should give all the substance of his House for Love he would value it as nothing Cant. 8. LOve I 'd of Heaven have bought when He this who VVould think both Purchase was and Seller too I offer'd Gold but Gold he did not prize I offer'd Gems but Gems he did despise I offer'd All All he refus'd yet why If All wo'nt take take what is left said I. At this he smil'd and said in vain divine Love's Price thou beat'st give nothing and shee 's thine And they laid him in a Manger HAppy Cribb that wert alone To my God Bed Cradle Throne VVhilst thy glorious vilenesse I View with divine Phant'sies Eye Sordid filth seems all the Cost State and Splendour Crowns doe boast See! Heaven's sacred Majesty Humbled beneath Poverty Swadled up in homely Rags On a Bed of Straw and Flags He whose Hands the Heavens displayd And the VVorlds Foundations layd From the VVorld's almost exil'd Of all Ornaments despoyl'd Perfumes bath him not new born Persian Mantles hot adorn Nor do the rich Roofs look bright VVith the Jaspers Orient Light VVhere O Royall Infant be Th' Ensigns of thy Majestie Thy Sires equallizing State And thy Scepter that rules Fate VVhere 's thy Angell-guarded Throne VVhence thy Laws thou didst make known Laws which Heaven Earth Hell obay'd These ah these aside he layd VVould the Emblem be of Pride By Humility outvy'd On the Innocents slain by Herod GO blessed Innocents and freely powre Your Souls forth in a Purple showre And for that little Earth each shall lay down Purchase a Heavenly Crown Nor of Originall Pollution feare The Stains should to your blouds adhere For yours now shed e're long shall in a Floud Be wash'd of better Bloud Christo Smarrito SIghing her sad Heart fraught with Fears Whilst from her Eyes gush streams of Tears Seeking again how to retrive Her little wandring Fugitive Each where with weary Steps doth rove The Virgin Mother of lost Love Like a sad Turtle up and down She mourning runs through all the Town With searching Eyes she pries about In every Creek within without Sticks at each Place looks o're and ore Searches where she had search'd before Old Joseph following with sad Face A heavy Heart and halting Pace Thrice had the Day been born i' th' East As oft been buried in the West Since the Dear Comfort of her Eyes She miss't yet still her Search she plyes Each where she seeks with anxious Care To find him out yet knows not where When the third Morn she saw arose And yet no Beam of Hope disclose Looking to Heaven in these sad Words She vent to her full Grief affords O my dear God! Son of my Wombe My Joy my Love my Life for whom These Tears I shed on thee I call But oh thou answer'st not at all For thee I search but cannot find thee Say Dear what new Embraces bind thee What Heart enamour'd on thy Eyes Enjoyes what Heaven to Me denies Daughters of Sion you which stray With nimble feet upon the Way I beg of you if you can tell To shew we where

my Love doth dwell Whose Beauty with Celestiall Rayes The Light of Paradise displayes Perhaps to you he is unknown Ah! if you wish to hear him shown I 'l tell y'him Snow her whiteness seeks Vermilion Blushes from his Cheeks His Eye a light more chaste discloses Then amorous Doves his Lips then Roses Amber and Gold shine in his Hair If Gold or Amber may compare With that a Beauty so Divine No Tongue Pen Fant'sie can design Why break'st thou not my Soul this Chain Of Flesh why lett'st thou that restrain Thy nimble Flight into his Arms VVhose only Look with gladness charms But alas in vain I speak to thee Poor Soul already fled from Me To seek out him in whose lov'd Brest Thy Life as mine in thee doth rest Blest Virgin who in Tears half drown'd Griev'st that thy Son cannot be found The time will come when Men shall hear thee Complain that he is too too near thee When in the midd'st of hostile Bands With pierced Feet and nailed Hands Advanc'd upon a cursed Tree His naked Body thou shalt see As void of Coverture as Friends But what kind Heaven in pitty lends Thy Soul will then abhor the Light And think no Grief worse than his Sight But loe as thus she search'd and wept By chance she to the Temple stept Where her dear Son with joyfull Eyes Set mongst the Rabbins she espies And as the Light of some kind Star To a distressed Marriner So his dear sight to her appears Tost in this Tempest of her Fears But O what tongue can now impart The joy of her revived Heart The Welcome spoke in mutuall Blisses Of sweet Embraces sweeter Kisses Muse since too high forthy weak Wing ●is contemplate what thou canst not sing Christus Mathaeum discipulos alloquitur LEave leave converted Publican lay down That sinfull Trash which in thy happier Race To gain a Heavenly Crown Clogs thy free Pace O what for this pale durt will not Man do Nay even now mongst you For this there 's One I see Seeks to sell Me But Times will come hereafter when for Gold I shall by more alas than One be sold Conscience INternall Cerberus whose griping fangs That gnaw the Soul are the Minds secret Pangs Thou greedy Vulture that dost gorging Tire On Hearts corrupted by impure desire Subtle and buzzing Hornet that dost ring A Peal of Horrour e'r thou giv'st the sting The Souls rough File that smoothness does impart The Hammer that does break a stony Heart The Worm that never dies the Thorn within That pricks and pains the whip and scourge of sin The voice of God in Man which without rest Doth softly cry within a troubled Breast To all Temptations is that Soul left free That makes not to it self a Curb of Me And she washed his Feet with her Teares and wiped them with the Hairs of her Head THe proud Aegyptian Queen her Roman Guest T' express her Love in Hight of State and Pleasure With Pearl dissolv'd in Gold did feast Both Food and Treasure And now dear Lord thy Lover on the fair And silver Tables of thy Feet behold Pearl in her Tears and in her Hair Offers thee Gold Good Fryday THis Day eternall Love for me Fast nail'd unto a cursed Tree Rending his fleshly Veyl did through his side A way to Paradise provide This Day Life dy'd and dying overthrew Death Sin and Satan too O happy day May sinners say But Day can it be said to be Wherein We see The bright Sun of celestiall Light O'rshadow'd with so black a Night Mary Magdalen weeping under the Cross I Thirst my dear and dying Saviour cryes These Hills are dry O drink then from my Eyes On the Receiving of the blessed Sacrament THen Nourishment our Naturall Food imparts When that into our Flesh and Blood converts But at this heavenly Banquet I Then find of strength a spirituall supply When as by Faith the sacred Food I eat My Soul converts into the Meat The Message DEar Saviour that my Love I might make known To thee I sent more Messengers than one My heart went first but came not back My Will I sent thee next and that staid with thee still Then that the better thou might'st know my Mind I sent my Int'lect that too staies behind Now my Soul 's sent Lord if that stay with thee O what a happy Carkass shall I be The Fountain STranger who e'r thou art that stoop'st to taste These sweeter streams let me arrest thy haste Nor of their fall The Murmurs though the Lyre Less sweet be stand t' admire But as you shall See from this Marble Tun The liquid Christall run And mark withall How fixt the one abides How fast the other glides Instructed thus the Difference learn to see 'Twixt Mortall Life and Immortality FINIS Errata Page 32. l. 5. read Yet I in Steel p. 36. l. 9. for guid'st read guild'st Philostrat. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} * See Casaubon Lect. Theoc. c. 16. * See Causab Lect. Theoc. c. 16. * To Eunoa * See Heins. Lect. The c. 21. * See Hein Lect. Theoc cap. 21. * By the Death of VVife * Altered purposely * viz. the Theater * 〈◊〉 me Ver●●● because ●erfect in Original ●●●ted

it shame to condiscend For Night is stil'd the Lovers Friend But Muse thou art too loud I fear The Night loves silence Muse forbear I SOSPIRI Sighs SIghs light warm Spirits in which Air And Fire possesse an equall share The Souls soft Breath Loves gentle Gales Which from Griefs Golfe when all else failes Can by a speedy Course and short Conduct the Heart to it's sweet Port Ye flattering Zephyrs by whose Pow'r Rais'd on the Wings of thought each How'r From the Abysse of Miseries To her Lov'd Heav'n the freed Soul flies True lively sparks of that close Fire Which Hearts conceal and Eyes inspire Chast Lamps that burn at Beauties shrine Whose purer Flames let none confine Nature a warmth unto my Heart Does not so kind as yours impart And if by Breath preserv'd alive By your Breath only I survive Loves faithfull Witnesses the Brief But true Expresses of our Grief Embassadors of mute Desires Dumb Rhetorick which our Thoughts attires Grief when it overloads the Brest Is in no other language drest For you the suffering Lovers Flame Sweet tounglesse Orators proclame A numerous Descant upon Sorrow Which sweetnes doth from sadnes borrow VVhen Love two differing Hearts accords And Joy in well-tun'd Grief affords The Musick of whose sweet Concent In a harmonious Languishment Does softly fall and gently rise 'Till in a broken Cloze it dies Nature and all that call her Mother In Sighs discourse to one another Theirs Nightingals and Doves in Tones Different expresse this sings that grones The Thrush his whistles to his Hen The Sparrow chirps out his agen Snakes breath their amorous sighs in Hisses This Dialect no Creature misses The Virgin Lilly bashfull Rose In Odours their soft sighs disclose Theirs sportive VVinds in whispers re●th Earth hers in Vapours doth bequeath To her caelestiall Lover He Touch't with an equall Sympathie To fann the Flame with which she burns In gentle Gales his sighs returns Yee glowing Sparks of a chast Fire Now to those radiant Lights aspire The fairer Nests of my fair Love And the bright Spheres where you should move The Surprise THere 's no dallying with Love Though he be a Child and blind Then let none the danger prove VVho would to himself be kind Smile he does when thou do'st play But his smiles to death betray Lately with the Boy I sported Love I did not yet Love feign'd Had not Mistress yet I courted Sigh I did yet was not pain'd Till at last this Love in Jeast ' Prov'd in Earnest my Un●est VVhen I saw my fair One first In a feigned fire I burn'd But true flames my poor Heart pierc't VVhen her Eyes on mine she turn'd So a reall VVound I took For my counterfeited Look Slighted Love his skill to show Strook me with a Mortall Dart Then I learnt that 'gainst his Bow Vain are the weak Helps of Art And thus captiv'd found that true Doth dissembled Love pursue 'Cause his Fetters I disclam'd Now the Tyrant faster bound Me VVith more scorching Brands inflam'd 'Cause in Love so cold he found me And my sighs more scalding made 'Cause with VVinds before they playd None who loves not then make shew Love 's as ill deceiv'd as Fate Fly the Boy hee 'l cogg and wooe Mock him and he wounds thee strait Ah! who dally boast in vain False Love wants not reall Pain Chloris Eyes and Breasts Chloris on thine Eyes I gaz'd When amaz'd At their brightnes On thy Breasts I cast my Look No lesse took With their whitenes Both I justly did admire These all Snow and those all Fire Whilst these Wonders I survay'd Thus I said In suspence Nature could have done no lesse To expresse Her Providence Than that two such fair Worlds might Have two Suns to give them Light Love's Arithmetick BY a gentle River laid Thirsis to his Phillis said Equall to these sandy Grains Is the Number of my Pains And the Drops within their Bounds Speak the sum of all my Wounds Phillis whom like Passion burns Thirsis Answer thus returns Many as the Earth hath leaves Are the Griefs my heart receives And the Stars which Heaven inspires Reckon my consuming Fires Then the Shepheard in the Pride Of his happy Love reply'd With the Choristers of Air Shall our numerous Joyes compare And our mutuall Pleasures vy With the Cupids in thine Eye Thus the willing Shepheardesse Did her ready Love expresse In Delights our Pains shall cease And our War be cur'd by Peace We will count our Griefs with Blisses Thousand Torments Thousand Kisses Caelia weeping A Dialogue Lover SAy gentle God of Love in Caelia's Brest Can Joy and Grief together rest Love No for those differing Passions are Nor in one Heart at once can share Lover Why grieves hers then at once and joyes Whilst it anothers Heart destroyes Love Mistaken Man that Grief she showes Is but what martyr'd Hearts disclose Which in her Breast tormented lye And Life can neither hope nor dy Lover And yet a showre of Pearly Rain Does her soft Cheeks fair Roses stain Love Alas those Tears you hers surmise Are the sad Tribute of poor Lovers Eyes Chorus Lover Love What reall then in VVomen can be known When nor their Joys nor Sorrows are their own The Vow BY my Life I vow That my Life art Thou By my Heart and by my Eyes But thy Faith denies To my juster Oath t' encline For thou say'st I swear by thine By this Sigh I swear By this falling Tear By the undeserved Pains My griev'd Soul sustains Now thou may'st beleeve my Moan These are too too much my own Ice Fire NAked Love did to thine Eye Chloris once to warm him fly But it's subtle Flame and Light Scorch'd his Wings and spoyl'd his sight Forc'd from thence he went to rest In the soft Couch of thy Brest But there met a Frost so great As his Torch extinguish'd strait When poor Cupid thus constrain'd His cold Bed to leave complain'd ' Lass what lodging 's here for Me If all Ice and Fire She be Novo Inamoramento ANd yet anew entangled see Him who escap'd the snare so late A Truce no League thou mad'st with Me False Love which now is out of date Fool to beleeve the Fire quite out alas VVhich only laid asleep in Embers was The Sickness not at first past cure By this Relapse despiseth Art Now treacherous Boy thou hast me sure Playing the VVanton with my Heart As foolish Children that a Bird have got Slacken the Thread but not unty the knot Caelia's Eyes A Dialogue Lover LOve tell me may we Caelia's Eyes esteem Or Eyes or Stars for Stars they seem Love Fond stupid Man know Stars they are Nor can Heaven boast more bright or fair Lover Are they or erring Lights or fixed say Love Fix'd yet lead many a Heart a stray The Resemblance MArble coy Caelia 'gainst my Pray'rs thou art And at thy Frown to Marble I convert Love thought it fit and Nature thus To manifest

Oyl or Hony we compose All Fo●ls all beasts for food green Arbours drest With soft Dil branches where Loves make their nest And like young Nightingales that have but now New try'd their wings flutter from bough to bough O the golds splendor the pure Ivories too The Eagle with Joves Cup-bearer that flew And Purple Carpets then sleep softer may The wondring Samian and Milesian say Here on a rich Bed doth Adonis lie And lovely Venus on another by Soft are his kisses and his lips still red Venus now joy in his regained Bed Fo● we to morrow e're the dew 's exhal'd With hairs unbound loose garments brests unveild Him to the foaming waves that wash the shore Shall bear from hence and with sad songs deplore The way from Hell Adonis unto thee Is ever open though to none else free Of all the glorious Heroes as they tell This ne'r t' Atrides Ajax ne're befel Not Hector chief of Hecub's numerous Race Patroclus Pyrrhus those of elder daies The Lapithites Deucalions issue nor The Sons of Pelops Princes fam'd in War Nor Argive Kings could er'e to this attain Be now appeas'd and the next year again Bring gladness with thee still propitious prove And as thou cam'st return to us in love Gorgo O deer what a rare woman 's this what choice Of knowledge hath she and how sweet a voice But go My husband's fasting still and then He eats his own Gall Fear a hungry man Fare-well Adonis for this time and when The year 's done come and make us glad agen THE SUN-RISE THou youthfull Goddess of the Morn Whose Blush they in the East adore Daughter of Phoebus who before Thy all-enlightning Sire art born Haste and restore the day to me That my Loves beautious Object I may see Too much of time the night devours The Cocks shrill voice calls thee again Then quickly mount thy golden Wain Drawn by the softly-sliding hours And make apparent to all eyes With what Enamel thou dost paint the skies Leave thy old husband let him lie Snorting upon his downy bed And to content thy Lover spread Thy Flames new lighted through the sky Heark how thy presence he conjures As leading to the Woods his Hounds he lures Moisten the fallow grounds before Thou com'st with a sweet dewie rain That thirstie Ceres having ta'ne Her Mornings draught that day no more May call for drink and we may see Spangled with pearlie drops each bush and tree Ah! now I see the sweetest dawn Thrice welcome to my longing fight Heil divine beautie Heavenly light I see thee through yon Cloud of Lawn Appear and as thy star does glide Blanching with raies the East on every side Dull silence and the drowsie King Of sad and Meloncholie Dreams Now flie before thy cheerful Beams The darkest shadows vanquishing The Owl that all the night did keep A houting now is fled and gone to sleep But all those little Birds whose noats Sweetly the listning ear enthrall To the clear waters murmuring fall Accord their disagreeing throats The lustre of that greater Star Praising to which thou art but Harbinger 'Bove our Horizon see him scale The first point of his brighter Round O how the swarthie Aethiop's bound With reverence to his light to veil And love the colour of his look Which from a heat so mild so pure he took A God perceivable is he By humane sense Natures bright eye Without whom all her works would die Or in their births imperfect be He Grace and Beautie gives alone To all the Works of her Creation With holie Reverence inspir'd When first the day renews it's light The Earth at so Divine a sight Seems as if all on Altar fir'd Reeking with Perfumes to the skies Which she presents her Native Sacrifice The humble Shepherd to his Raies Having his Rustick Homage paid And to some cool retired shade Driven his bleating Flocks to Graze Sits down delighted with the sight Of that great Lamp so milde so fair so bright The Eagle in her Airy sitting Spreading her wings with fixed eye Gazes on his t'whose Deitie She yields all Adoration fitting As to the only quickning fire And Object that her eye does most desire The Salmon which at Spring forsakes T●●tis sa●t Waves to look on him Upon the waters top doth swim And to express the joy he takes As sportingly along he sails Mocks the poor Fisher with his silver Scales The Bee through flowrie Gardens goes Buzzing to drink the mornings tears And from the early Lilly bears A kiss commended to the Rose And like a wary Messenger Whispers some Amor●●s story in her ●ar At which shee rowsing from her sleep Her chaster Flames seems to declare To him again whil'st Dew her fair And blushing leaves in tears doth steep The sorrow which her heart doth waste That shee 's so far from her dear Lover plac't And further seems as if this plaint In her mute Dialect she made Alas I shall with sorrow fade And pine away in this restraint Unless my too too rigorous Fate My Constant faithful Love commiserate Love having gain'd the victory Over my soul there acts his harms Nor Thorns so many bear my Arms As in my heart now prickles be The onely Comfort I can give My self is this I have not long to live But if some courteous Virgin shall Pitying my Fate pull my sweet flowre E're by a sad and fatal hour My Honours fade away and fall I nothing more shall then desire But gladly without murmuring expire Peace sweetest Queen of Flowres now see Sylvia Queen of my Love appear Who for thy Comfort brings with her What will thy wishes satisfie For her white hand intends to grace thee And in her sweeter Brest sweet flower to place thee FINIS The Night OR The fair Mourner THis fair and animated Night In Sables drest whose Curls of Light Are with a shade of Cypresse veil'd Not from the Stygian Deeps exhal'd But from Heaven's bright Balcone came Not dropping Dew but shedding Flame The blushing East her smiles display Her beauteous Front the Dawn of Day The Stars doe sparkle in her Eyes And in her Looks the Sun doth rise No mask of Clouds and Storms she wears But still serene and calm appears No dismall Birds no hideous Fiends Nor charming Hag on her attends The Graces are her Maids of Honour And thousand Cupids wait upon her Dear Flames still burning though you are Supprest Lights though obscur'd still fair What Heart does not adore you who But sighs or languishes for you Heaven wishes by your shade outvy'd It's milky Path in Ink were dy'd The Sun within an Ebon Case Longs to shut up his golden● Face The Moon too with thy sad Dresse took Would fain put on a mourning Look Sweet Night and if th' art Night of Peace The gentle Mother Cares Release My Heart now long opprest relieve And in thy softer Bosome give My weary Limbs a short Repose 'T is but a small Request Heaven knows Nor think