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
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
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
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
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
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
Loss our trembling Heart such wise lament As they like Semi and Demi-Quavers went So he is gone as Heaven hath thought iâ— best And after all his pains hath made a Rest Musicks best Instrument his body made Wherein his soul upon the Organs plai'd But Death was likewise Sacrilegious grown Who rudely hath those Organs overthrown For other Exequies what need we call Play o're his Hearse his own fam'd Funeral The doleful Aire that he compos'd to mourn For beauteous Reppingtons untimely Urne What need more words when no words can declare The Merits of a Man so wondrous rare He was too excellent for earth And 's gone To be in Heaven a prime Musician Letters to divers Persons 1. To the Right Honourable John Lord Mohun Baron of Okehampton my Vncle in Law MY Lord unto you now I have not writ For Ostentation or to boast my wit I know it weak this onely is to shew How willingly I 'de pay the debt I owe Which though I cannot I should be most rude To let my Silence prove Ingratitude I must write therefore though when I have done I rest in silent Admiration Be you but pleas'd to reade although t is true I cannot draw a line deserveth you So gracious Kings will give their Subjects leave To gratulate the Blessings they receive Let our most able Poets such as can Feign vertues for a well deserving Man Express with th'eloquence of all the Arts Half one of your Innumerable Parts I can but onely wonder and profess I know so little that I cannot guess It were an easier matter to declare The heights and depthes that in each Science are All Labyrinthes that Dialect affords And Critick-like which are the hardest words Of you a Character would be a task Maeonides and Maro would not ask If for preeminence they were to write It is so weighty and their skill so slight The fluent Singer of the Changes would In imploration for Aide grow old And yet they were the Miracles of Wit Through all Times famous and renowned yet Honour'd by Grandees of the world and by The Supreme beauty of sweet Italy Witness the conquering Macedonian Prince Who wept for envy Homer's eloquence And mighty Poesie rais'd to the Stars Achilles Fame and thunder'd not his wars And great Augustus who could easily slight All other things t' admire rich Virgil's height Witness bright Julia too who far above The Roman Princes all did Ovid love Happy was Orpheus that in former times To admiration did rehearse his rhimes So was Amphion too that long ago His matchless skill in poetry did show Had they been your Contemporaries they Whom all men did and Salvages obey And rocks and trees with all their study ne're Could pen one line worth your attentive ear Had great Aeacides your worthes he so Had not effected Hectors Overthrow He had been slain fairly or liv'd for great And worthy mindes unworthy Actions hate Ajax was onely honour'd in the field Would you had pleaded for him for the sheild The Ithacan disgrac'd away had gone And the blunt Souldier put the trophie on Comparisons are odious I disgrace You to look on you by anothers face You Heaven-bred souls whom Phoebus doth inspire From high Olympus with Poetick fire Bewail no more these ignorant wretched days This singular Lord will not withhold the Bays You Sisters that frequent the Thespian Spring And on Parnassus Io Paeans sing He hath been and is now a Patron to you And in his own immortal Lays doth woe you Proceed my Lord and let it be your Glory No Chronicler dares put you in his Story For if your vertues verse cannot express I must believe that heavy Prose much less Again proceed and let this move you to it Of your own worthes you must be your own Poet Or let your vertues rule Amazements throne To be expres'd by no Muse but your own And lest from your own goodness you decline Pardon each fault that is in every line 2. To my friend and Kinsman Mr. George Giffard who cal'd his Mistress the Green Bird of France THe Necromancy of your love doth change Your Mistress to a Bird so to ' estrange Her name from vulgar ears and to conceal Those harmless passages of love you steal And by this means be your heart what it will Your tongue's Platonick that can keep this still But sure your judgement and most curious eyes Fancie no bird but that of Paradise The Phoenix or a third of mighty worth A wonder and a Glory to the earth Jove's Eagle's too aspiring to invite Your mind to love or love to apetite The Doves of Venus you too gentle know And yours must give you cause to court and wo. Minerva's Owl is onely for the Night And your fair Mistress doth become the light Saturnia's Peacock hath a gaudy train But feet too course such Colours to sustain Your Bird so curious is she would disperse The Clouds of prose and make it run in verse She 's not deriv'd from Magellanick Streights Where the most numerous Parat-Covey delights But from a richer Soyle and may perchance The Dolphin wake to court the Bird of France But Caesars self might conquer Gaul anew And with his victories not trouble you Your fair green Bird of France doth know her power Superiour to the roughest Conquerour Whil'st she resists no fort so strong as she Whose victour must her own consenting be Nor martial engine sword or piece can move Her from your love while she will be your love But if her Resolution alter then Her how to you will you retrieve agen Like the mad lover make your heart the sure And that will bring her or she 'l come no more Had Hymen lighted his auspicious Pine And you joyn'd happy hands before his shrine Then would not you and your admired love The Changes imitate of amorous Jove Who like a Swan fair Laeda did compress And on her got the Twins Tyndarides But why since Birds are of all colours seen Do you call her you most affect the Green The Firmament we see attir'd in blew But that too heavenly a Colour is for you The earth is green and you do think most fit That she be so while she doth live on it The Sea is green and Sea-born Venus was Made beauties Goddess being most beauteous Lass And your fair One whom you think Parallel To her you call the Green-Bird wondrous well All health I wish her from each sickness free But one whose cure I do commit to thee If the Green Sickness she doth chance to get Your Love and Care of her may remed it 3. To the right honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. MY Lord I have not silent been so long For want of zeal but fear'd to do you wrong Could I but draw a line deserv'd your eyes Your name should from the earth touch at the skies But as the meanest Pesants came before The greatest Caesars Rome did ere adore And as the gracious Gods no
bright eye We in the Fields are free from any Sin Against th' almighty Deities of Heaven We know no Law but natures do not tremble At Princes frowns have neither fear nor hope And are content a State the Gods exceed not You languish in a perpetuity Of thoughts as unconfin'd as are your ends You truly lavish all your faculties In getting covetous wealth which we contemn Your sleeps are starting full of dreams and fears And ours as quiet as the Barks in Calmes The youthful spring makes us our Beds of flowers And heaven-bright summer washeth us in springs As clear as any of your Mistress's eies The plenteous Autume doth enrich our Banquets With earths most curious fruits they unbought The healthful Winter doth not pain our bones For we are arm'd for cold and Heat in Nature We have no unkind loves in meads or fields That scorn our tears or slight our amorous sighes Nor are we frantick with fond jealousie The greatest curse Iove could inflict on 's Queen For all her curious search into his Life We in the woods esteem that Beast the stateliest That hath his head the richliest spread with horns The Golden Age remains with us so fam'd By your Athenian and Roman Poets Thus we enjoy what all you strive to get With all the boundless riches of your wit Lar. Satyre When I but say th' art Ignorant Thy flourishing Boast is answered at the full Sat. But I desire a larger way Lar. And take it Canst thou compare the Rags of nakedness Before the studied dressings of these times And canst thou like a cold and stony Cave Before the perfum'd Beds of Palaces Admire the Melancholie falls of waters Or whistling Musick of th' inconstant windes The chirping discords of the wanton Birds Above the Angel-voices of our Ladies And th'exquisite variety of Musick Order'd to thousand several Instruments Content to cloy thy homely Appetite With Crabs and Slows and Nuts and rude mixt herbs Before the stately Banquets of the Great How canst thou like Beasts inarticulate voices Above the Heaven-given eloquence of men Forsake the Woods fond Satyre and but try The unthought difference 'twixt them and us The Hills are fit for Beasts Converse with men And thou wilt never like thy Cause agen Sat. Thou almost dost perswade me but then I Shall leave mine old and honest Company Lar. Thy new Ones shall exceed them Her 's a Wil give thee wine as rich as is thy blood And her 's a Cook will clothe thy bones with flesh Butler As rich as was young Jason's Golden Fleece Sat. Well I will live with thee Lar. And welcome Satyre Sat. Spite of the Fates and Grecia's best Protector I 'le be Achilles and o'recome by Hector Lar. A resolution worthy thy Sylvanus Sat. But for my last Farewell unto the Woods â—'le shew you a wild Dance of nimble Satyres For we do dance as much as they that live In Princes Courts and Tissue-Palaces First Song YOU Satyres that in Woods Have frozen up your bloods Advance your selves and show What great Pan's men can do Appear Here you had need beware And move as swift as Air These are not Sylvane Swaines But Courtly Lords and Dames Sit here The Antimasque Satyres rudely but decently attired stuck with Flowers and Bayes-Chaplets on their heads come in and dance as many several Anticks and in as many several shapes as shall be necessary Being ready to depart two excellent youths in rich apparel come striving in together to whom the Lar speaks Lar. What do you mean sweet Boys to interrupt Our sports I pray you leave your wrestling thus And do not strike your skins too soft for blows 1. He would out-run me and be kist before me 2. And he leave me among these dreadful Satyres Lar. Whence come you 1. We both were left i' th woods and tempted by Such things as these to live abroad with them Lar. What would you have 1. I would go to my Father 2. And I unto my Mother Lar. Who is your Father 1. The ever honour'd Earl of Chesterfield Worthy of all his Titles by his vertues And full of Noble thoughts A great maintainer Of our great Grand-Fathers vertue Hospitality The Feeder of the poor whose Gate 's so open It doth not need the Office of a Porter Whose House is now Apollo's seat For he 's the Patron of all Arts and Wit Lar. And who is your Mother pretty One 2. She is the Countess to that Noble Lord A Lady worthy more then earth can give her Rich in those vertues make her Sex admir'd A fair exceeder of the best examples That Greek or Roman stories e're produc'd Goddess of Tame of Anchor and of Trent She 's such an one as hath none equal to her And therfore you may very easily know her Lar. I know them both and honor'd in my knowledge Sweet youth yon'd is your Father kiss his hand And that fair little One th'unequal'd Lady You asked for go and beg a kiss of her Here the Lord of the House gives his hand to his Son and the Countess kisses her Son Then the Satyre speaks to his Companions Sat. Fellows since you have done Farewel I 'le leave you And all the rural Pastimes of the woods I like this noble Company so well That I hereafter here intend to dwel The Anti-Masquers depart then the Lar Familiaris speaks to the Satyre Lar. Now Satyre I will let thee see how far The Palace-pleasures do exceed the Woods The Lar leads the Satyre to a curious bower all deckt with the best and finest flowers of the season and opens a wide entry into it where sitting upon pleasant banks full of the sweetest herbs and delicatest flowers he discovers the Masqâ—ers then presently invites them forth with this song 1. Second song IT is unfit we should be dumbe When beauties like to those of Heaven To grace our mirths are hither come And help to make our measures even Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 2. Now it is fit our Souls should know No thought but what is full of pleasure That we our sorrows should out-go And tread them down in every measure Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 3. 'T is mirth that raiseth up the Minde And keeps Diseases from the Heart Sports harmless never were inclin'd To cherish vice but to divert Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring Here the Grand Masquers come forth the Ladys drest like the ancient Goddesses then the Lar speaks to the Satyre Lar. Satyre sit and observe a while alone For I do mean to mix with these in Dance Here they Dance what or as many Set-dances as they please the Masquers being Men and Women or onely Women When they have danced all they intended the Lar or one of the Masquers invites the Spectator-Ladyes with this song to joyn with them
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
They the best pattern may be understood My sweet fair Cousins all the worlds four parts By Imitation of your rare deserts May grow in vertue you a mirrour be Where what they should be womankind may see 24. To my Vncle in law Mr. Richard Sutton When you and I meet Master Bancroft we Envy no mirth of any Company We all love cordially his Wit and Sack Make us enjoy our selves and nothing lack We Covetousness despise and cares let fly In Spanish smoke and consecrate to joy The hours we spend and when Sol leaves the skies Drink our next merry meeting and so rise 25. Of Ashborn Ashborn where many years our Cokaines name Hath been as Cambden tells us of some fame Though in the Peak thou stand'st thy fertile ground That like a Lover doth embrace thee round The Medows needes not envy which the Thames Saluteth in his passage with his streames The banks of Dove we think we do abuse If unto those compar'd of York-shire Ouse Our fruitful soil we do prefer to that Which holy Dee so long hath murmur'd at For not affording him a speedier way To pay his waves to the Virginian Sea Severnes and Trent's it envies not and thence We do conclude yields none preeminence If I commend too much 't is not a skill I would profess but onely my good will Yet other praises I to this could joyn If Betty Sheepy would draw better wine 22. To Mrs. Elizabeth Sheepy of Ashbourne Betty your wine is good and yet we know You may get better which we pray you do Our Countrey-wits would then leave clubbing In Darby-Ale and chang their penny-Pots groats Into fine Venice-glasses sparkling full Of generous Sack and be more bountiful Your Talbot then would rore and Poets sing That there did run the true Castalian spring Your husband honest Tom that 's sick it would Recover soon and make him live t' be old Get therefore Betty the best wine you may And we will style you our Mnemosyne 23. To my dear Cousin Germans Mrs Stanhope and Mrs. Isabella Hutchinson Sisters Let others praise Nottingham for the Site The River Trent and prospects of delight Mortimers Cave and now the ruine sad Of one of the best Castles England had I say that you two are the chiefest grace By living there that doth adorn the place 24. To Mr. John Young of the Bear in Powlesworth Though Puritans on in their grumblings go Be merry Master Young whil'st you are so What though their sensless zeal bark at your Bear If the Bandogs venture to come so near Keep such strong drink shall take them by the Crown And pluck the hypocrites of Piety down Making them do homage unto your sign And think it though an Image 't is divine 29. Of Men and Women Whilst Monuments of Brass and Marble stand Whilst Ships do grace the Seas and Cities Land And Men do walk upon the Terrene Ball So sure undoubtedly will women fall Yet let not this the females onely taxe Men fall on them that fall upon their backs 32. To Mr. Ralph Rawson lately fellow of Brasen Nose Colledge Though I of Cambridge was and far above Your Mother Oxford did my Cambridge love I those affections for your sake remove And above Cambridge now do Oxford love But I recant that change and say where e're You live that a third Academie's there You conquer humane passions and enshrine All vertues that the Schooles did e're define And to such height master all learned Arts That I know none your equal for all Parts Therefore what place soever you shall please To grace with your abode on Lands or Seas Although in frozen Thule I far above My Cambridge and your Oxford shall it love 31. To my most honoured Cousin the Lady Mary Fitzherbert of Tissington Madam the Peak is famous far and near For a great many wonders that are there Pooles-Hole the Devils Elden-hole the well That ebbes and flowes make Darbyshire excel The sandy hill that ever falls away And yet in bulk doth suffer no decay And Burtons Baith though in a village town Abroad our County give a fair renown These and the like do far and near invite Strangers and natives to delight their sight But these are Grotts Waters and Hills and such As we have one that doth exceed them much Your beauties and your many vertues speak You the chief Wonder that doth grace the Peak 32. Of Naples Naples the Romans old Parthenope Built under Hills upon the Midland-Sea Thou to Compania most delicious Part Of Italy the primest Glory art The Princes Dukes the Counts and Barons that In great abundance there do make their seat And flourish in all joyes this Life can grant To humane kind others I leave to vaunt Above all things that honour 't I preferre The all renowned Virgils Sepulchre And think that Virgil dead gives more renown Then all those Lords alive unto that Town 33. Of Wakes and May-Poles The Zelots here are grown so ignorant That they mistake Wakes for some ancient Saint They else would keep that Feast For though they all Would be cal'd Saints here none in heaven they call Besides they May-Poles hate with all their Soul I think because a Cardinal was a Pole 34. An Epitaph on Mr. Will. Davenport a Cousin-German of my wifes who dyed at Henbury his own house in Cheshire and lies buried by his wife at Dubridge in Darby-shire he being aged about 29. Here William Davenport lies and Stranger know That he was high in worth that lies so low He had a noble soul and liberal mind A generous courage and behaviour kind Sir Thomas Milwards daughter was his wife Whom he surviv'd and led a widowers life Our age was proud of him though in his prime Of years Death gave a Period to his time He left two Daughters and a spotless fame VVhich evermore shall wait vpon his Name 35. To Iustice Would be That you are vext their Wakes your neighbours keep They guess it is because you want your sleep I therefore wish that you your sleep would take That they without offence might keep their Wake 36. To Mrs Elizabeth Spencer Hail beauteous Virgin you whose glorious hair Justly with Ariadne's may compare VVhose eyes are Globes of purest fire whence flashes Th' enamour'd Nation soon would burn to ashes Did not your mighty modesty delight VVith their fair lids and veils to cloud their sight Your features are such wonders they can finde No Parallels throughout all VVomankinde How fine your hands are And how sweetly they Command the Lutes delicious Harmony Your Figure with your Form so right agrees That you are Natures exquisitest Piece Pretty ones we your feet must guess to be That toots are unto such a graceful Tree Whose leaves your clothes are conceal such things As would in Queens raise envy Flames in Kings Your own affection cause of fruit must prove VVhich yet none of our sex could ever move You are all fair without and sure
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
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
that can Bear out the passions of a mind afflicted Prud. Then you are discontent Alas you long for Your liberty and truth I cannot blame you Hora. Then should I hate my self being a slave to one Whom I desire evermore to serve Ye that command the destinies of men Now let me die and if I shall not prosper Know Noblest Lady that the prisoner That speaks unto you is a Prince by birth I am Horatio second son unto The Duke of Savoy and the Piemondt Prince At Mantoa the fame of your perfections Captiv'd my soul and when that I was took I did account my self a happy man Being to go where you did live I know Most dearest Princess that I am unworthy So great a happiness as is your love Yet if you deny me witness heaven I never will return unto Turin But here die languishing for your refusal The Duke my father soon would pay my ransom But thraldom for your sake I have esteemed Above liberty and pleasures of a Court. Prud. My thanks most gracious heavens Brunetto is A Prince most worthy brave Horatio I scorn to dally with my happiness Like some that love to counterfeit their joys Know I do love thee dear as my own soul And that if thou hadst now been silent I My heart unto thee had disclosed live happy And if it in my power lies thou shalt Hora. Doubt fear despaire be gone I am a man That envy not the blessed lives of Kings Now she hath dain'd to say these happy words I care not though all mankind threaten me Most excellent and mercifullest Lady Y 'ave raised me to a joy beyond my thoughts May all the Gods requite you for this goodness And I wear out my life to do you service Prud. My dear Horatio enough I doubt not Thy affections equal unto mine we will Love while we live and may we dye forgotten When we do cease to love say I not well Hora. Admired Princess you out-speak me much But never shall out-love me Prud. Heavens be kind And make us in two bodyes have one mind Exeunt Finis Actus Primi Actus secundus scena prima Enter Trappolin solus Trap. THis banish't life is very doleful I walk I know not whither and every step I go Flametta comes into my mind I think how she cried when we parted and swore that she would go too and certainly so she wood if I had not told her she was not banisht and might not Farwel my true Flametta and the Divel take the two scurvy Lords Barbarino and Machavil for Captain Mattemores he is a pratling asse but by my conscience he could nere ha turn'd me loose for such a matter Farwel my draughts of Montefiascone and Bologna Sausages me thinks this is a very melancholy place I have not seen a living body these two houres but they had wings or four legs let me bethink me whither to betake my self for in Tuscany stay I must not I de to Rome and turn Frier if I had any Latine in me there is nothing of Millain or Naples without I mean to turn souldier for one dinner a day Farwel all my good suppers I was wont to have the wenches I helpt Gentlemen to Venice I that 's the likeliest place of all and there I 'le follow my own trade I love to be fingring of Mons and Polax Ryals well then I 'le to Venice and turn pimpe it is a good gainful life in Italy full of ease and pleasure especially if the flesh be young and handsome Methinks I hear a busling in yon trees I hope it be not a thief for then I shall lose the ring Brunetto gave me and may go hang my self Yon 's an old man an he be one I care not for sure I shall be good enough for him Enter Mago a Conjurer Mago Son you are banisht I know all the matter Trap. T is true old friend I am indeed but how the Divel came you to know it Mago Why the Divel told me Trap. Alas that ere I was born I pray you father conjurer do not hurt me Mago Son Trappolin I am so far from hurting thee that thee I do intend to make a Prince Trap. I pray you pardon me father conjurer I have no mind to domineer or swagger in hell Mag. You understand me not thou shalt return to Florence Trap. And be hang'd there for my labour Mago Be honoured there and be suppos'd the Duke Who now in Milain is about his wife Trap. Faith if you can bring this about father conjurer I should laugh indeed but suppose it could be done when his Highness comes Woe be to my neck Mag. No fear at all leave all to me and but remember what I say and thou art safe Trap. Faith I know not what to think of this but Conjurers can do much Mag. I 'le do it never doubt come near to me within this circle go and do not fear though thou seest divels skip about thee Trap. Father Conjurer farewel I had rather live in banishment then see the Divel Mago Thou silly fellow do not fear in this Myriades of fiends dare not nor can they hurt thee Here thou shalt stand as safe from any danger As ever thou didst yet in any place Think'st thou I have so little power over spirits As they dare disobey what I command Tell me thy wish and if thou hast it not Before thy face I 'le sink away with fear Give me thy hand and come Trap. Father conjurer I faith I wish nothing more then what you have promised me already could that be done I need nere be a pander agen Mago Why do you stay Trap. Shall I be safe Mago As free from peril as you can desire Trap. Why then I 'le venter being for such a matter But honest father Conjurer if for fear I chance To die let not your divels take my body Mago Come do not fear at all there is no need Trap. I will venter but I pray you let not the divels come too near me Mago You that below frequent the Stygian lake And in Cocytus waves do bathe yourselves You that upon the strands of Phlegetov Do use to walk attend unto my charmes Appear I charge thee to appear thou fiend Thou that over mans head power hast appear Eo thou spirit come Trap. Good father conjurer Let not the Divels be too ugly lest I play the sloven and annoy your nose Mago Fear not Trap. Honest Master Counjurer yonder comes your Divel pray you circle me once more for I 'me afraid he 'l be too bold with me Mago Not all the fiends that are in hell can do The least annoyance to thee Trappolin Thou art safe and so believe thou art come Eo Give me that hat unchanted Eo Here it is Command me ought else Mago No vanish now Son Trap. observe me well this hat Keep alwaies on thy head 't is Eo cald One of the things will make thee thought a Prince Trap.
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
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