that his sight Might to his Dart give steady flight When my good Genius prudent eare Whisperd to my rash soule Beware Ah shamelesse Boy deceitfull Love I see thy plot should I remove Those chaines of darknesse from thy eyes Thou Melidore so much wouldst prize That strait my rivall thou wouldst be And warme her for thy selfe not me Delay Vpon advice to deferr Loves Consummation DElay whose Parents Phlegme and Slumber are Thinkst thou two Snailes drawing thy leaden Car Can keep pace with the fiery wheels of loves Chariot that receives motion from swift Doves Go visit Feavours such as conscience wrack With fear of punishment in death there slack The pulse or dwell upon the fatall tongues Of Judges shut up their contagious lungs Thou mayst a Goale rejoyce but not decree To Loves glad Prisoners a Jubilee How canst thou think thy Frost with Icy Laws Can bind my tears when Love thy cold chain thaws He more intense for fighting Ice will be And raise his heat unto the eighth degree Thus through thy coldnesse I shall feircer burn And by thy Winter into Cinders turn But since from Ignorance fears oft arise And thence are stoln unequall Victories Let us describe this Foe muster his force A handlesse thing it is and chills the sourse Of brave attempts Eyes he pretends to much Yet our experience often shews that such Exactnesse in Surveying opes a gate To be surprizd by Semele's sad Fate T is a meer trunk hath not for progreâ—s feet Coward that fears his own desires to meet His Friends are scarse the Heavens whose flight debates The race with thought are no confederates The World is love in act suspend this fire The Globe to its old Chaos will retire Infernall soules but for his loathed stay Might hope their Night would open into Day How can this Cripple then not with one Band Aided by Earth Heaven Hell his power withstand Who hath of Earth Heaven Hell the forces broke Impos'd on Neptunes selfe his scorching yoak But if thou needst will haunt me let thy Mace Arrest delight when I my Love imbrace Upon Cloris her visit after Marriage A pastorall Dialogue betwixt Codrus and Damon forsaken rivalls Codrus WHy Damon did Arcadian Pan ordain To drive our Flocks from that Meridian plain Where Cloris perpendicular shot beames Scorch'd up our lawnes but that cool Charwells streams Might here abate those flames which higher were Then the faint moisture of our Flocks could bear Damon Codrus I wot the dog that tended there Our Flocks was he which in the heavenly sphear So hotly hunts the Lyon that the trace of Virgo scarse his fiery steps allaies Into our vaines a feavour he convey'd And on our vitall Spirits fiercely prey'd Codrus Oh why then brought she back her torred Zone Conquer'd her Trophyes Let us not alone After so many deaths renew'd our flame When t was impossible to quench the same It is the punishment of Hell to show The torturd soules those joyes they must not know Damon Though my Flock languish under her aspect My panting Dog his office too neglect Though I refuse repast and by her eyes Inflam'd prostrate my selfe her sacrifice I shall yet covet still her dubious rayes Whose light revives as much as her heat slayes Codrus If Thyrcis slept not in her shady haire If in his armes her snow not melted were We might expect a more successfull day And to some hopes our willing hearts betray Which now live desperate without joy of light Her black eyes shed on us perpetuall night Damon Codrus because his ragged flock was thin His Sheep walk bare and his Ewes did not yene His noble Love hear this O Swaines resignd His eyes delight a wealthier mate to find But she rash in her choice gave her embrace To one whose bread courser then Codrus was Codrus Damon then whom none e're did longer burne Nor at his rate upon so small returne Damon the pride and glory of the mead When Nymphs and Swaines their tuned measures tread Begg'd of her that a better choice might prove She lov'd her selfe since him she could not love Damon Had Thyrsis flocks in milke abounded more I should not with such grief my losse deplore Codrus Could Thyrsis pipe more worthily resound Cloris oh Cloris I had comfort found Both That our heart-wracking sighs no gaine bequeath To Cloris is a dying after death On the infrequency of Celias Letters DId not true love disdaine to owne His spirit all duration From paper-fuell I might guesse Thy love and writing both surcease Together But I cannot think The life and Bloud of love is Ink Yet as when Phaebus leaves our coast The surface bound with chaines of frost Life is sustained by course repast Such as in Spring nauseates the tast So in my winter whilst you shine In the remotest Tropick signe Stramineous food paper and quill May fodder hungry love untill He reobtaine solstitiall hours To feast upon thy beauties flowers The wonders then of Nature we Within out selves will justifie Or what monumentall boast The first world made the latter lost Thy pointed flame shall constant ' bide As an eternall Pyramid The never dying Lamp of Urnes Revivid in my bosome burnes Th' attractive virtue of the North Resembleth thy magnetick worth And from my scorcht heart through mine eyes Aetnean flashes shall arise we shall make good when more unite The fable of Hermaphrodite The Spring and Harvest of our blisse The ripe and budding Orange is We little worlds shall thus rehearse The wondâ—rs of the Universe As a small watch keeps equall pace With the vast Sun's impetnous race To her questioning his Estate PRethee no more how can Love saile Thy providence becalmes our Seas Suspensive care binds up each gale Fear doth the lazy current freize Forecast and Love the Lover sweares Remov'd as the two Poles should be But if on them must roll the spheares Of our well tun'd felicity If Summes and Terrars I must bring Nor may my Inventory hide Know I am richer then the King Who guilt Pactolus yellow Fide For Love is our Philosophers stone And whatsoever doth please thy sense My prising estimation Shall elevate to quintessence Thy lips each cup to wine shall charme As the Suns kisses do the Vine Naked embraces keep us warme And stript then May thou art more fine And when thou hast me in thy armes The power of Fancie's then most high Instate me by those mighty charmes In some imperiall monarchy Thus I am thy wealth thou art mine And what to each other we appear If Love us two in one combine The same then in our selves we are The Spring SEE how the Spring courts thee Emaphilis The painted Meadowes to invite thy eyes But on their rich embroydery the shade Of every grove is now an harbour made Where devout birds to celebrate thy praise Each morn and evening offer up their laies Now the soft wind his winter-rage deposes Sollicites Gardens for the breath of Rosses To
to a vast Folio That the world in suspence where to bestow That admiration which it late did ow To the large knowing Belgick Magazine H. Grot May justly pay it thee as his assigne If future houres with laden thighes shall strive To fill as well thine intellectuall hive As those are past the Court of Honour must To Crown thee ravish Garlands from his dust To the same on his Poems That he would likewise manifest his more Serious labours THou Natures step here treadest in Dost show us but thy Soules fair skin What Phancy more then Intellect did spin Thus Nature showes the roses paint Us with the outside doth acquaint But keeps reserv'd the soule of the fair plant Thy sailes all see swelling with hast Yet the hid ballast steeres as fast His steady course as the apparant mast For though carv'd workes onely appeare We know there is a Basis here Doth them together with the Fabrick bear And that thy lightning Intellect Though in the cloudes yet undetect Can Natures bowells pierce with its aspect Melting through stubborn doubts his way Whilst Fancy guilds things with her ray And but o th' surface doth of Nature play But whilst thy Intellect doth wear Thy Phancies dresse his motions are In Epicides not his proper sphear Breake forth and let his double signe In their own orbes distinctly shine Castor alone bodes danger to the Pine To the same On His Translation of two Spanish Novells THis Transplantation of Sicilian Loves To the more pleasing shades of Albion's groves Though I admire yet not the thing betrayes My soule to so much wonder as the wayes And manner of effecting That thy youth Untravail'd there should with such happy truth Unlock us this Iberian Cabinet Whose diamonds you in polisht English set Such as may teach the eyes of any dame i th' Brittish Court to give and take a flame Herein the greatest miracle we see That Spain for this hath traveld unto thee To the same DAmon thrice happy are thy layes Which Amarillis deignes to praise And teachest them no restlesse flame But Centers thy love there whence first it came Her Soul she and her wealthy flocks Mingles with thine Braids her bright locks Becomingly with thy brown shade Whence the Morn is so sweetly doubtfull made Oh may that twisted twilights power Infuse in each successive houre Eternall calmes untainted raies Your tresses rule her nights and hers your dayes Whilst Thyrsis his sad reed inspires With nought but sighs and hopelesse fires Yet glad to spy from his dark Cell The dawn of Joy from others night expell On the Marriage of my deare Kinsman T. S. Esq and Mrs. D. E. WHilst the yong world was in minority Much was indulged no proximity Of equall bloud could then stile marriage Incestuous But in her riper age Nature a polititian grew and laid A sin on wedlock that at home was made That Families being mixt the world might so Both Issue propogate and Friendship too How will you two then Natures frown abide Who are in worthinesse so neer allide For sure she meant that other vertues be Enlarged thus as well as Amitie Civility you might have taught the North She the South Chastity But now this worth Is wanting unto both 'cause you engrosse And to your selves communicate this losse But since best tempers vertae soon admit Your two well-tun'd complections may so fit A â—â—cond race and naturall goodnesse lend That nature shall not thus misse of her end On matchlesse couple then Hymen smiles on And by a perfect generation Such living Statues of your selves erect That they those vertues which this age reject May teach the future and to act restore All Honour living onely now in power Be thou the Adam she the Eve that may Pople a true reall Vtopia To Mrs. D. S. on the birth of Sidney her second Son Dear Neice MAY rest drown all thy paines But never sleep Thy painfull merits whilst feet Verses keep And Muses wings they shall along and blow Thy Fame abroad whilst time shall circuits go To judge strifes elementall and arowse The drousy world to mind this noble spouse How opportunely her Heroick fruit Waving her own doth our torn sex recruit Two Boyes have sprung from her wombs lively mold ' Ere both the Parents fourty Summers told She might such humane Goddesses produce As might the relaps'd world again amuse Into Idolatry and justify Bright Cyprias fable each poetick ly Old Greece or any modern lover made To deify the beauty of a Maid But The prizing her mate 'bove her own eyes Him rather with his likenesse gratifies The reason if a Poet may divine Why all her Blossomes quicken masculine Is that her Brethren never extant seen But possible by Fate have kindred been Into her flesh which flowers in Virgin Snow Benum'd slept in their winter cause till now That Nuptiall Sun approacht whose piercing ray Op'ning their Urn recall'd them into day On this trade Angells wait and on their wing Created Soules into new Bodies bring What power hath Love that can set Heaven a task To make a Gem when he prepares the Cask And if well set or void of heynous flaw Ordained by the Creatures gracious Law For his own weating which himselfe will own An Ornament even to his burnisht Crown On then fair spouse and ease the pangs of Birth By thinking you enrich both Heaven and Earth Think you may live till they in honours sphear Brighter then the Tindaridae appear And then you cannot dy the lives you gave They amply will repay despoile the grave Of your Immortall name may you behold Them fully act the praise I faintly told Horat Od. 3. 3. A Man endeed uwith Virtue feares nothing THe presence of a Tyrant nor the zeale Of Citizens forcing rebellions Can shake a squarely solid soule the seale Infringe of honest resolutions Untroubled He on stormy Adria Sailes At Thunder is undaunted as the oak If nature in a generall ruine failes He with contented mind sustaines the stroak To Sr. J. G. wishing me to regain my fortunes by complyance with the Parliament THE resignation of my selfe and mine I prostrate at the footstep of his Shrine Who for the mighty love he bore to me Laid out himselfe in each capacity Unasked pawnes his deity and shrouds All mighty feeblenesse in humane clouds And even that Cottage did to death engage For three dayes to redeem our Heritage For no lesse price then his humanity Could ransome us stampt with divinity The story of this noble Surety friend Should to such extasy our zeales extend That our Estates or selves we ne're should deeme So free as when they morgag'd are for him I therefore can with a contented mind Shake hands with all the wealth of either Inde In a clear conscience finding riches more Then there the Sun bequeaths unto his Ore Who drinks with sacred Druids at the brook Whose unjust sufferings are for guilt mistook And from their mouth now the forbidden tree Alasse
of knowledge sucks divinity With Angels on an honest bed of leaves Redintegrated Paradise conceaves For Heaven is onely Gods revealed face So these make Paradise and not the place The World JS this that goodly Edifice So gaz ' d upon by greedy eyes A sceane where cruelty's exprest Or Stage of folly es at the best Who can the Musick understand From the soft touch of Natures hand When man her chiefest Instrument So harshly jarres without consent Do not her naturall agents too Faile in their operations so That he to whom they best appeare Sees but the Tombes of what they were Her chiefest Actions then are such That no externall sense may touch Shown doubtfully to the minds sight By the dark Phancy's glimmering light The Night indeed which hideth all Things else discloseth the Stars pale And sickly faces but our sense Cannot perceive their Influence They are the hidden books of Fate Where what with paines we calculate And doubt is onely plainly known To those assist their motion The close conveyances that move With silent vertue from above Incessantly on things below Our duller eyes can never know Nothing but colour shape and light Create their species in our sight All substances avoyd the sense Close couched under accidents In which attir'd by nature we Their loose apparell onely see Spirits alone Intuitive Can to the heart of essence dive Why then should we desire to sleep Groveling like swine in mire so deep The mind for breath can find no way Choak'd up and crowded into clay Stript of the flesh in the clear spring Of Truth she bathes her soring wing On whom do all Ideas shine Reflected from the Glasse divine Gray Haires WElcome gray haires whose light I gladly trust To guide me to my peacefull bed of dust My lifes bright Stars whose wakefull eyes shut mine Stand on my head as Tapers on my shrine The worlds grand noise of nothing which invades My soule exclude from deaths approaching shades But as the day is usher'd in by one And the same Star that shewes the day is done This twilight of my head this doubtfull sphear My Bodys Evening my soules Morning Star Th' allay of white amongst the browner haires As well the birth as death of day declares As he whom from the Hill saw the moist Tomb Of earth together with her pregnant womb This mingled colour with ambiguous strife Demonstrates my decaying into life Thus life and death compound the world Each weed That fades revives by sowing its own seed Matter suppos'd the whole Creation Is nothing but form and privation No borrow'd tresses then no cheating dy Shall to false life my dying locks bely I shall a perfect Microcosme grow When as the Alpes I crowned am with snow I will beleive this white the milky way Which leads unto the Court of endlesse day Then let my life's flame so intensely burn That all my haires may into ashes turn Whence may arise a Phoenix to repay With Hallelujahs this Eygnean lay A Dialogue upon death Phillis Damon Phil DAmon amidst the blisses we In joynt affections fully prove Doth it not sometimes trouble thee To think that death must part our love Dam Though sweets concentrate in thy armes And that alone I revell there A willing prisoner to those charmes Love cannot teach me death to fear Phil Say of these sweets I should beguile Thy tast by my inconstancie And on thy rivall Thyrsis smile Would not that losse work grief in thee Dam Oh nothing more For here to be Is Hell and thy embraces lack Yet is it Heaven even without thee To dye Then onely art thou black Phil Then onely art thou black my dear When death shall blast thy vitall light Whilst I in lifes bright day appear Thou sleepst forgot in deaths sad Night Dam Thou art thick-sighted couldst thou see Farre off the other side of death Would such a prospect open thee As thou must needs be sick of breath Phil How can that be when sense doth keep The dore of pleasure That destroyed The soule if it survive must sleep Senselesse of delectation voyd Dam Sense is the doore of such delight As beasts receive through which alas Since Nature's nothing but a fight More enemies then friends do passe Nor is the soule lesse capable But naked doth her object prove More truely as more sensible Is this fair hand stript of its glove Phil My Damon sure hath sufeirted Of Phillis and would fain get hence Yet mannerly he vailes his dead Love under a divine pretence Dam Whilst I am flesh thou needst not fear Of love in my warm breath a dearth For since affections earthly are They must love thee the fairest Earth Phil If thou receive a certain good Of pleasure in enjoying me 'T is wisedome then to period Thy wishes in a certainty Dam Joyes reap'd on earth like grasped aire Away even in enjoyment fly Certain are onely such as bear The stampt of immortality Phil Shall we for hope of future blisse The good of present Love neglect Who will a Wren possest dismisse A flying Eagle to expect Dam Who use not here the Heavenly way And in desire of thither go Will at their death uncertain stray Losing themselves in endlesse wo Phil Since death such hazards wait upon Ile unfrequent love's vain delight And wing my contemplation For prea-equaintance with that height Dam Come then let 's feed our flocks above On Sions hill so will delights Grow fresher in the vale of Love Change thus may whet chafte appetites Death SUnk eyes cold lips chaps faln cheeks pale and wan Are onely bugbeares falsely frighting man This is the vizard not deaths proper face For who looks through it with the eye of Grace Shall find death deckt in so divine a ray That none would be such a self-foe to stay In mortall Clouds did not the wiser hand Of supreme power joyn with his strict command Pangs in our dissolution which all shun But would wish if they knew life then begun Man is a Creature mixt of Heaven and Earth Of beast and Angell when he leaves this breath He is all Angell The Soules future eye Is by the prospect of Eternâ—ty Determin'd onely who content doth rest With present good no better is then Beast The heathens prov'd since the soule cannot find In Natures store to satisfie the mind Her essence Supernat'rall and shall have Her truest object not before the Grave Could I surmise the Immateriall mate Of this dull flesh should languish after fate Like widdowed Turtles or the glimmering light Bereav'd of her dark lanthorn should be quite Blown out by death or dwell on faithlesse mire Inhopitable fens like foolish fire Wandring through dismal vales of horrid night Th' approach of death deservedly might fright But faiths clear eye more certainely surveyes Then any optick Organ for the rayes That shew her object to us are divine Reflected by Th' omniscient Christalline They then who surely know death leadeâ—h right To a vast Sea
of ravishing delight Cannot when he knocks at their earthen Gate Suffer him storm his entrance but dilate Their ready hearts as to a friend for now He beares no sting no horror in his brow The Christiall-Ruby streame which did pursue The spear that sluc't Christs side dyde his grim hue To white and red beautys complection He comes no more to spoile thy mansion But to afford thee that Inheritance Which cannot be conceiv'd without a Trance To be translated to the fellowship Of Angells there with an immortall lip To drink Nectarean bowles of endlesse good Where the Creators face is the Soules food The best condition here is but to be An elect spouse to that great deitie But death the Bride-maid leads us to the bed Where youth and pleasures are eternised When I consider the whole world obeys Creations law onely untame man strayes I cannot think this is his proper sphear Where all his actions move irregular Nor shall my wishes ever so exclude The decent orderly vicissitude Of Natures constant Harmony to pray For a harsh jarring by unruly stay These with the pâ—ines and shame of doting age Wit cause the mind betimes to loath her Cage On the death of my dear brother Mr. H. S. drown'd The Tomb WHy weeps this Marble can his frigid power Thicken the ambient air into a shower Ah no these teares have sure an other cause Then the necessity of Natures Lawes These teares their spring have from within there lies The spoile of Nature crime of destinies How well this silent sadnesse doth become His awfull shade the horrour of the Tomb Strikes palenesse through my soule yet I must on And pay the rights of my devotion Pardon you guardian Angells who attend And keep his bones safe from the stygian fiend That I disturb your watch with untun'd layes I come to mourne and not to sing his praise A Sun that sat in flouds but oh sad hast Ere the Meridian of his age was past A purer day the East did nere disclose Then in his clear affections orient rose Tempestuous passion did in him appear But Physick as the lightnings purge the aire Martiall his temper was yet overcame Others by smiles himselfe by force did tame Here lies the best of man nature with thee Lost her perfection and integritie On the same The Boast HOW well this brittle Boat doth personate Mans fraile estate Whose concave fill'd with lightsome aire did scorn The proudest storm Mans fleshy boat beares up whilst breath doth last He feares no blast Poor floating Bark whilst on yon mount you stood Rain was your food Now the same moisture which once made thee grow Doth thee oreflow Rash youth hath too much saile his giddy path No ballast hath He thinks his Keel of wit can cut all waves And passe those Graves Can shoot all Cataracts and safely steer The fourscorth year But stoop thine eare ill-councelld youth and hark Look on this Bark His Emblem whom it carried both defi'd Stormes yet soon dyed Onely this difference that sunk downward this Waighd up to blâ—sse On the same The Tempers THe Elements that do mans house compose Are all his chiefest foes Fire Aire Earth Water all are at debate Which shall predominate Sometimes the Tyrant fire in feavours raves And brings us to our graves Sometimes the Aire in whirling of our braines And windy Colicks raignes Now Earth with melancoly man invades Making us walking shades Now water in salt Rheumes works our decay And dropseys quench our day But this war equall was in him the fight Harmony and delight Till Treacherous Thames taking the waters part Surpriz'd his open heart To my dear Sister Mrs. S. The Chamber ENtring your doore Istarted back sure this Said I deaths shady house and household is And yonder shines a beauty as of old Magnificent Tombs eternall Lamps did hold In lieu of lifes light a fair Taper hid In a dark lanthorn an eye shut in 's lid A flower in shade a star in nights dark womb An alablaster Columne to a Tomb But why this night in day can thy fair eye Delight in such an Aethiops company Man hath too many naturall clouds his bloud And flesh so blind his hood wink'd soule that good Is scarce discern'd from bad why should we then Seek out an artificiall darkesome den The better part of nature hidden lies The stars indeed we may behold and Skies But not their Influence we see the fire But not then heat why then should we desire More night when darknesse so ore Nature lies That all things mask their better qualities To the same Thursday NOw I me resolv'd the crasy Universe Growes old the Sun himselfe is nigh his hearse Seven Daughters in one week his youthfull rayes Were wont to get but since his strength decays Six are the most Thursday is lost for we Who boast our selves skill'd in th' Astronomy Of your day-shedding eyes by that light swear That day is lost in which you not appear That thy dark phancy might a giant-woe Beget thou makst a night Herculean too The late Astronomers have found it true We have lost many dayes but 't is by you Our calculation erres and we shall rage If you go on to cheat us of our age One day in Seaven is lost and in threescore We are bereaved of nine yeares and more So will your grief dilate it selfe like day And all as you become untimely gray To the same the Rose AFter the honey drops of pearly showers Vrania walk'd to gather flowers Sweet Rose I heard her say why are these feares Are these drops on thy cheek thy teares By those thy beauty fresher is thy smell Arabian spices doth excell This rain the Rose replied feeds and betrays My odours adds and cuts off dayes Had not I spread my leaves to catch this dew My scent had not invited you Vrania sigh'd and softly said 't is so Showers blow the rose and ripen woe For mine a lasse when washt in flouds sweet clean Heaven put his hand forth and did glean To the same Mans Life MAn's life was once a span now one of those Atoms of which old Sophies did compose The world a thing so small no emptinesse Nature can find at all by his decease Nor need she to attenuate the aire And spreading it his vacancy repaire The swellings that in hearts and eyes arise Repay with ample bulk deaths robberies Why should we then weep for a thing so slight Converting lifes short day to a long night For sorrowes make one Moneth seem many yeares Times multiplying glasse is made of teares Our life is but a painted perspective Greif the false light that doth the distance give Nor doth it with delight as shaddowing Set off but as a staffe fixt in a spring Seem crookt and larger then dry up thy teares Since through a double mean nought right appeares To the same The Excuse NOr can your sexes easinesse excuse Or countenance your teares to be profuse Some she 's