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Ludus Scacchiæ a satyr against unjust wars : representing the intemperate lust of a wanton and never satisfied ambition.
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Gould, Robert, d. 1709?
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gentler Air They might at length Safe Bondage find Let rather Rocks in sunder rend Their Limbs and their swift thraldom end But what soft Mother ever could To hardned Rocks for Pitty call 'T were too too fearful to behold Their mangled Limbs in pieces fall Wherefore of Heav'n they beg Heaven's will Ready to suffer 't or fulfill A Virgin 'mongst the Captives was Who seated by that Cyâ—riâ—n Queen Which Poets in this Island place That Venus had less Venus been For this more Goddess held enshrin'd In her Fair shape a fairer mind She with some Others destin'd was To the Grand Seignor's lustful Bed To suffer an enforc'd embrace As victims are to altars led Who die for Others Crimes As these To Others Lusts are sacrific'd But She above Captivity A Freedom held in her great mind Which soar'd beyond their Victory And their dull Triumphs left behind Vertue born up o th' Soule 's great wing No sword can into Bondage bring To that loath'd Fate I am reserv'd I scarce dare think upon Said she Ye Pow'rs who th' helpless still preserve Mine Honour guard and Chastity Which e're I 'le yield to violate I 'le be my self mine Own bold Fate Full of Great thoughts She moves about Slowly not minding of her way And follows One amidst the Rout Who at the Magazine did stay A Torch he bore in 's hand which gave Light to the Horrour of the Cave The suddain Change of Objects made Her retir'd Spirits sally out To view what in that dismal Shade Had interrupted her fix'd Thought The Object pleas'd fit to wait on Her glorious Resolution Snatching the Torch out of his hand Who held it not regarding Her She straightway hurl'd the flaming Brand Into the Powder that lay there And as into the Heap it fell I 'me Free said She Tyrant Farâ—well As swift as thought a dreadful Cloud Where ribs of Ships and Mens Limbs rent Floated in One confused Flood With Horrour to the Heavens went What the same moment saw the same Saw vanquish'd and without a Name Where 's the insulting Victour now Where does the Captiv'd wretch remain One Blast the Lawrel from his Brow Has strook and from his Neck the Chain Victour and vanquish'd both are lost And equall'd in One Common Dust. Nothing escap'd but each fled Mind With its Deeds vertuous or unjust Which both went with 't and staid behind To punish or Reward its Dust. Good Deeds from Men Fame and Renown Receive And from just Heav'n a Crown Learn Justice then yet liviâ—g Souls And an unblemish'd purity Which both the Earth and Heav'n enrolls And will Sâ—â—vive when Bodies dye The Glories of the Chast and Iust Renew and spring out of their dust 'Mongst these Records of Earth and Heav'n Bless'd Virgin be thy Namâ— enroll'd Who by thy great Example given To aged Time and Flame hast told The following world 'T is less to dye Than to dishonour Chastity Live great Example of it then And with it twine thy Honour'd Name By the succeeding Race of Men Plac'd high in the Record of Fame Where the Chaâ—â— Câ—priaâ— Viâ—giâ— Shines Amongst the Aâ—ciâ—â—t Hâ—â—oins EPITAPH On two Young Children M. and A. R. Who were kill'd in their Beds by the fall of a Chimney SLeep boldy on No careless Ruine's nigh No second heap to bid you Wake and Dye This Earth will press you gently This weight must Securely yield up and reveal its Dust. Since then This Rest That Death and Ruine gave Call this your Bed 'T was 'Tother was your Grave When sleep betrayes and Our Breath Slumbers seize O Let all Sleep as Innocent as these EPITAPH On Mrs. E. G. BEauty youth and what e're we Lovely call Here Buried lye Dust has e'm And their choice Forms they Have lost i th' undistinguish'd Clay But the Beauties of her mind No Grave seals up No Earth can bind They with her Soul And they alone Live Beauteous still and still her Own The spoyls due to the Grave value no more Call all those Pageants Reader Dust Before EPITAPH On Mrs. V. H. Aged 62 Years LIke th' Shock of Corn which its full Age has seen She came to th' Grave not snatch'd but gather'd'm Whose Life not only from the years she told We Aged call But from her vertues Old These gave her years and Crown'd those years they gave Her Life erst lasting made and now her Grave For these enshrine our Dust These from Change free Make few years Age and Age Eternity EPITAPH On Mrs. M. M. REader In vain you search for memory Of Ought i th' Land when All forgotten lye Silence and Night here their dark Mansions have These make and Seal the Stoâ—y of the Grave Here lyes Dust Unfashionâ—d now Moulded Once and form'd as Thou Beauty sate there and youth Life's fairest Flowers Pleasant but swift and passing as its Houres Those Garlands with the Brow that wore them wither Life and its vainer Blossoms fell together But within her Soul enshrin'd Vertue waits on the fled mind Whose leaves fade not measur'd by Time or by Eternity Whence the Soul divided never Wearâ—s a Crown and Triumphs ever Reader No more declining Shadows trust Call Vertue Beauty Other Beauty dust A Reflection upon that Discourse of Lipsius de Constantia the discourse having been rendred into English by the Author in our troublesome Times and printed with it ANd what is 't that can harm thee now I 'me Free Yet by no monstrous tainted Liberty Above All Human Power serene and high I quietly attend All Misery For judgment nor the Act of Chance is found Nor Man Affliction springs not from the Ground No from th' Eternal Wakeful Providence That most Confess'd most unknown Influence All things as they their Life and Being have Their Act and Motion so their eâ—st and Grave All struggling's then in vain Proud Feeble clay Look whence the stroke proceeds and Learn t' Obey But Cheerfully Obey as thou wert Free And couldst resist 'T is Imbecillity And not Obedience that suffers cause Nâ—cessity enjoynes and the hard Laws Of Fate Choose what befalls thee then And lay Thy bold repinings and vain strengths away Obedience is thy surest Guard To will What must befall shuns and deceives the Ill But he 's twice harm'd who when there 's no Defence Endures both th' ill and 's Own Impatience And what should fright thy will What from Above Descends where nought but Goodness dwells and Love Is Good and Loving too No plague comes nigh Nor from that Dwelling those Emissions high And Healthful are Divine Beatitude Is not from hencâ— alone 'cause 't does exclude All evil from it self and comprehend All Good But 'cause that Good descend Joys in that Bliss it does to Others bring Spread a full Shadâ— an universal Wing Under whose cool Defence All Creatures rest A Pow'r still Blessing and for ever Blest Say not from thence that each Affliction Each unkind mixture Each distress comes down And these are evils No! We falsly
Erittains Crown and Guâ—rd the Dread Of jealous whose unconquer'd Head Nor Tongues nor Arms subdu'd o th' low Block laid By th' votes which Glory promis'd is betraid Hee 's Dust now And of that Great Prince we have Only what scarce fills up a Nameless Grave But his vast Fame spread o'r the world still lives And fills it and his Endless Name retrives This to his worth 's Commensurate and this Equâ—ls Thee CHARLES And shall contemn th' Abiss PANEGYRICK To His Excellency the thrice-noble General General MONK WHat Honour th' Ancients to their Vertue gave Who Monsters quell'd and the Oppressed sav'd Though clad in Fable and thence bolder drawn As not by th' Life but heightned Fancy tane Is due to you Who a more ravenous Crew Of Hidra's Harpiâ—s Monsters of prey subdue Than they or knew or fain'd whilst thus to you Both All True Story yield and Fable too Those vanquish'd Acts which they as Wondâ—rs tell Gain our Bâ—lief but lose their Miracle And your Deeds make whilst They thus stand alone Their ravish'd Garlands and Their Wreaths your Own After a Twenty years restless Expence Of Treasure Prudence Blood and Innocence The Greâ—t Work in Our hands still prospering we At length atchiev'd Bondage and Infâ—my A Bondage where we did unpitied lye Since 't was Our Crime not Infelicity Gain'd to the dâ—er unvalued losses of Thâ—se Who to successful Guilt vain Arms oppos'd Brave Souls Who when the Torrent â—ighâ—st stood Cast your â—elâ—es in to stein th' Impatient â—lood But swallow'd by the Gulph to th' greedy wave All but your Conscience and your Honour gave They their Own Heav'n attaining whence they came Left us your Great Example and long Name For though Our Crimes must in Oblivion lye The Stress o th' Times your Vertues ne'r shall die Thus deep in Guilt which its Own vengeance drew Suffring true ills whilst we false Fears eschew Reaping the Guilt of Our ill-guided pray'r Which against sacred things we durst prefer We lay The Conquest of those vows and Tears Which Heav'n in Wrath alone and judgment hears Caught thus i th' snare which Our Own Folly laid All Civil and Religious Rites betraid As of pass'd streams or a fled Life stoln by Only the Fable of Our Liberty Remain'd whose Worth its Loss made greater known As heightned Glories by deep'st Shades are shown This after freedom Our vain Wishes led But not Our Hopes they with Our freedom fled Souls in Eternal Night may Wish for Day Not hope it Hope leaves that End which has No way So wholly shut up so deplor'd seem'd Ours Stop'd and forbidden by devoted Powr's Whom the great Gain of Guilt and greater Fear Heightned by Art or Conscience to Despair Made Sure to the Black Cause Thus misled They Fell to their Chiâ—fs We unto Bâ—th a prey And now Confusion pour'd in All Our world By viâ—lence and Fanatique Fury hurld The Victours quarrel Not to make us free But whose Inheritance the Slaves shall be How to cut out and Share the Bleeding prey And keep the Saints in Everlasting pay Whose Feaver highest beats and does present The Closest Heaviest yoke of Government His who of Helots dreamt and Gibeonites Placing o'r Each the Spartan Israelites In the select Senate Or his who saw The longer vision of Oceana These and what-e'r some New-Trance might reveal One Heat enact and the next Fit repeal From their Prodigious Lights what rais'd could be To th' scorn of Reason and Humanity More horrid yet we fear'd more without Name Or Bottomless than th' pit from whence it came But he whom Seas and the deaf winds obey And th' people more enrag'd more deaf than they Whose presence the swift Checks of ill declare And o'r the Helpless a Surprizing Care That Dread to Guilty Powers may still be nigh And Hope to th' wretched 's low Calamity Look'd down And by your Hand parting each wave To Peace and Liberty a passage gave Our King to Us did Us unto Our King The Sum and Measure of Our Blessing bring What Statue shall preserve you Or to your Fame Equal what loud Inscription bear Monke's Name Who not misled b' Ambition's vain Desires Those erring and those swiftly-falling Fires But guided by those Laws firm Vertue gives And that Fair Honour which by Her still lives Did a bless'd Order from Confusion bring Faithful to God your Country and your King On the City of S. purchase of the Cap of Maintenance THis Relique cost us 'bove three hundred pound Badg of Our Honour and Discretion But what did make 't a saving Bargain was We got the Close in and St. Nicholas Now we may throw Our Cap at 'em All 's gone Our wit Our money and Dominion Should They requite us 't were much Cheaper done We bought the Close but they might beg Our Town Strada's Nightingale In Imitation of Claudian's stile NOw the prone Sun stoop'd to his Western way From his bright hairs darting a softer Ray When by cool Tibur's streams a Lutanist On his full mellow Lute his Cares releas'd From the Heat's pow'r defended by the Shade Which as an Arbour form'd the dark Holme made Him in th' adjoining woods close armes embrac'd A Nightingale o'rehears the muse o th' place It s Siren harmless Siren Who stoln neer Stood listning midst the thicker Branches Where The sounds he strikes She takes and from her Breast Those his swift fingers gave her voice exprest The Lutanist the emulous Notes o'reheard And meaning t' entertain the lovely Bird With swiftest touch he does each Nerve explore Strains those were lax looses th' o'restretch'd before Nor slower She Coynes into thousand Notes The melted Air through her dividing Throat Th' Artists skill'd hand then drawn o'r th' trembling Nerves Sometimes his Nail the careless plecter serves Which in a bold contemning motion thrown With One smooth Equal duct all Chords kembs down Then Beats and with his trembling fingers tops Breaks the Whole Sound into Swist parts then stops She with as many modes his Art repaies With Art Now as She had forgot her laies She a plain Single Tone unvaried strikes Then trilling with a Second that Note breakes O're Both which hov'ring but assur'd to None She 'twixt two Notes divides the floating Tone The Artist wonders so exile a Throat Should yield so various and so sweet a Note Wherefore with bolder strokes the differing strings By turnes he moves whilst with a quicker Spring The smaller Nerves do vibrate But the Base Their Wide excursions make with slower pace Whose hoarser Notes which with those loud Tones jar He joynes as when the Trumpet sounds in War This too the sweet Bird Sings whose liquid Breast Having a smart and trembling Note exprest She on the suddain from that Height falls down To the low murmur of a hollow Tone Purling within Her Breast Then does excite By turnes both tones as sounding to a Fight The Lutanist with Shame and Anger fill'd That th' untaught voice Notes 'bove his Art should yield Or this saies he Thou woods wild Chorister Shall ne'r return Or I will break my Liâ—e This said He with inimitable Straines Urges his Lute mounts and descends again Through all the Chord beats stings divides and trills And in the dying Close all Numbers fills Then staies expecting what the Bird would do But she although her weari'd Throat grew rough With her late toyle yet touch'd with the disdain Of being vanquish'd She unites in vain All her spent powers For whilest the Numerous Tone Of differing Strings She strives to match with One Unequal to th' attempt but more to Grief Faints And in a Soft Tone breathing forth Life Falls on the Victours Lute A decent Grave Such Aimes at Vertue All ev'n least Souls have FINIS * The Pythagorean Y and the Logician's Dilemma are both of them Horned Because they present two Objects of Choice both dangerous and one of them â—â—evitable rendring the mind anxious and perplex'd being inforc'd to a Necessity of Election yet not knowing which peril to choose Chawcer in his Troilus and Cresseid when Cresseid was in a like Extremity maks her say Meaning she was reduc'd to the same Condition as is affected by the Powers of the Y or the Dilemma for either of which Expressions Chawcer substitutes this new One of his Own of the very same import taking it from the Aera Dhilcarnain which was Alexander's Aera Who to establish that Opinion of his being the Son of Jupiter Hammon who was Corniger caus'd a coin to be stamp'd having his Own Image or it with Two Hornes as well as his Father Hammon whose Image also was on the Reverse a Coin of which I have by me And the Greeks in memory of Him substituted Another Aera in place of their Olimpiad and call'd it Aera Alexandrea Alexanders Aera This Aera the Arabians call'd Aera Dhilcarnair viz. Aera habentis duo Cornua which our Excellent Poet though in those dull times saw as clearly as Scaliger did after and accordingly made use of Whoever observes the Knight's Cheque That it equally threatens Two Opposites and unavoidably destroyes One will allow the Expression and not take Dulcarnon for the name of the Knights Sword