Weapon and Warriour to preserve Expect no more from this Dull Age But folly or Poëtick rage Short-liv'd nothings of the stage Vented to day and cry'd tomorrow down With her the soul of Poesie is gone Gone while our expectations flew As high a pitch as she has done Exhal'd to Heaven like early dew Betimes the little shining drops are flown E're th'drowsie world perceiv'd that Manna was come down V. You of the Sex that would be fair Exceeding lovely hither come Would you be pure as Angels are Come dress you by Orinda's Tomb And leave your flattering glass at home Within that marble Mirror see How one day such as she You must and yet alas can never be Think on the heights of that vast Soul And then admire and then condole Think on the wonders of her generous Pen 'T was she made Pompey truely Great Neither the purchase of his sweat Nor yet Cornelia's kindness made him live again With envy think when to the grave you go How very little must be said of you Since all that can be said of vertuous Woman was her due The Review Pindarique Ode to Dr. W. S. Stanza I. WHen first I stept into th'alluring Maze To tread the world's mysterious ways Alas I had nor guide nor clue No Ariadne lent her hand Not one of Vertue 's Guards did bid me stand Or ask't me what I meant to do Or whither I would go This Lab'rinth so pleasant did appear I lost my self with much content Infinite hazards underwent Out straggled Homer's craâ—ty Wanderer And ten years more than he in fruitless Travels spent The one half of my Life is gone The shadow the Meridian past Death 's dismal even drawing on Which will with damps and mists be overcast An Evening that will surely come T is time high time to give my self the welcome home II. Had I but heartily believ'd That all the Royal Preacher said was true When first I entred on the Stage And vanity so hotly did pursue Convinc't by his experience not my age I had my self long since retriev'd I should have let the Curtain down Before the fools part had begun But I throughout the tedious play have been Concern'd in every busie Scene Too too inquisitive I try'd Now this anon another Face And then a third more odd took place Was every thing but what I was Such was my Protean folly such my pride Befool'd through all the Tragy-Comedy Where others met with hissing to expect a Plaudite III. I had a mind the Pastoral to prove Searching for happiness in Love And finding Venus painted with a Dove A little naked Boy hard by The Dove which has no gall The Boy no dangerous arms at all They do thee wrong great Love said I Much wrong great Love scarce had I spoke ' Ere into my unwary bosome came An inextinguishable flame From fair Amira's eyes the lightening broke That left me more than Thunder-stroke She carries tempest in that lovely name Love's mighty and tumultuous pain Disorders Nature like an Hurricane Yet could'nt I believe such storms could be When I lanch't forth to Sea Promis'd my self a calm and easie way Though I had seen before Piteous ruins on the shore And on the naked beach Leander breathless lay IV. To extricate my self from Love Which I could ill obey but worse command I took my Pencils in my hand With that Artillery for Conquest strove Like wise Pigmalion then did I My self design my Deity Made my own Saint made my own Shrine If she did frown one dash could make her smile All bickerings one easie stroak could reconcile Plato feign'd no Idea so divine Thus did I quiet many a froward day While in my eyes my Soul did play Thus did the time and thus my self beguile Till on a day but then I knew not why A tear fall'n from my â—y Wash't out my Saint my Shrine my Deity Prophetique chance the lines are gone And I must mourn o're what I doted on I find even Giotto's Circle has not all perfection V. To Poetry I then inclin'd Verse that emancipates the mind Verse that unbends the Soul That Amulet of sickly fame Verse that from wind articulate's Name Verse for both fortunes fit to smile to condole ' Ere I had long the tryal made A serious thought made me afraid For I had heard Parnassus sacred Hill Was so prodigiously high ' Its barren up so near the Skie The Aether there So very pure so subtle and so rare 'T would a Camaeleon kill The beast that is all lungs and feeds on aire Poëts the higher up that Hill they go Like Pilgrims share the less of what 's below Hence 't is they go repining on And murmure more than their own Helicon I heard them curse their stars in ponderous Rhimes And in grave numbers grumble at the times Yet where th' Illustrious Cowley led the way I thought it great discretion there to go astray VI. From liberal arts to the litigious Law Obedience not ambition did me draw I look't at awful Quoife and scarlet Gown Through others opticks not my own Unty the Gordian knot that will I see no Rhetorick at all In them that learnedly can brawl And fill with mercenary breath the spatious Hall Let me be peaceable let me be still The solitary Tisbite heard the wind With strength and violence combin'd That rent the Mountains and did make The solid Earth's foundations shake He saw the dreadful fire heard the horrid noise But found what he expected in the smal stil voice VII Nor here did my unbridled fancy rest But I must try A pitch more high To read the starry language of the East And with Caldean Curiosity Presum'd to solve the Riddles of the Skie Impatient till I knew my doom Dejected till the good direction come I ripp't up Fate 's forbidden womb Nor would I stay till it brought forth An easie and a natural birth But was solicitous to know The yet mishapen Embrio Preposterous crime Without the formal Midwifry of time Fond man as if too little grief were given On earth draws down inquietudes from Heaven Permits himself with fear to be unman'd Belsâ—azzâ—r like grows won and pale His very heart begins to fail Is frighted at the writing of the hand Which yet nor he nor all his learn'd Magicians understand VIII And now at last what 's the result of all Should the strict Audit come And for th'Accompt too early call A num'rous heap of Ciphers would be found the total sum When incompassionate Age shall plow The delicate Amira's brow And draw his furrows deep and long What hardy youth is he Will after that a Reaper be Or sing the harvest Song And what is Verse but an effeminate vent Either of Lust or Discontent Colours will starve and all their glories die Invented onely to deceive the eye And he that wily Law does love Much more of Serpent has than Dove There 's nothing in Astrology But
Virtâ—s VII Praeceps no vorum caetera meusium Consumet aetas seráque temporis Delebit annosi vetustas Vtopiâ—ae nova Regna Lunae Translated I. I Never thirsted fer the Golden Floud Which o're Pactolus wealthy sands do's roule From whence the Covetous mind receives no good But rather swells the dropsie of his Soul II. On Pallaces why should I set my mind Imprison'd in this bodies mouldring clay ' Erâ— long to poor six foot of Earth confin'd Whose bones must crumble at the fatal day III. Titles and Pedigrees what are they to me Or honour gain'd by our Fore-Fathers toile The Sport of Fate whose gaudiest Pageantry Lethe will wash out dark Oblivion soyle IV. Why then my Soul who fain would'st be at ease Should the Worlds glory dazle thy bright Ey Thy self with vain applause why shouldst thou please Or dote on Fame which Fools may take from Thee V. Praise after Death is but a pleasant dream The Dead fare ne'r the worse for ill report The Ghosts below know nothing of a Name Nor ever Popular Caresses court VI. Give me the lasting Good Vertue that flies Above the Clouds that tramples on dull Earth Exempt from Fates tumultuous mutinies Vertue that cannot need a second Birth VII All other things must bend their heads to Timâ— By Ages mighty Torrent born away Hereafter no more thought on than my Rhime Or Faâ—ry Kingdomes in Utopia The Immoveable SONG I. WHat though the Skie be clouded o're And Heav'ns Influence smile no more Though Tempests rise and Earthquakes make The giddy World's foundation shake A gallant breast contemns the feeble blow Of angry Gods and scorns what Fate can do II. What if Alarums sounded be And we must face our enemy If Cannons bellow out a death Or Trumpets woo away our breath 'T is brave amidst the glittering Throng to die Nay Sampson like to fall with Company III. Then let the Swordman domineer I can nor Pike nor Musket fear Clog me with Chains your envies tire For when I will I can expire And when the puling fit of Life is gone The worst that cruel man can do is done The Wish SONG I. NOt to the Hills where Cedars move Their cloudy heads not to the grove Of Myrtles in th' Elysian shade Nor Tempe which the Poets made Not on the spicy mountaines play Or travail to Arabia I aime not at the careful throne Which Fortune's darlings sit upon No no the best this fickle world can give Has but a litttle little time to live II. But let me soar O let me flie Beyond poor Earths benighted ey Beyond the pitch swift Eagles towre â—Above the reach of humane Power Above the Stars above the way Whence Phoebus darts his piercing ray O let me tread those Courts that are So bright so pure so blest so fair As neither thou nor I must never know On Earth 't is thither thither would I go The Cordial In the year 1657. SONG I. DId you hear of the News O the News how it thunders Do but see how the block headed Multitude wonders One fumes stamps stares to think upon What others wish as fast Confusion One swears we 're gone another just a going While a third sits and cryes 'Till his half blinded eyes Call him pitiful Rogue for so doing Let the tone be what 't will that the mightyones utter Let the cause be what 't will why the poorer sort mutter I care not what your state confounders do Nor what the stout repiners undergoe I cannot whine at any alterations Let the Swed beat the Dane Or be beaten again What am I in the croud of the Nations III. What care I if the North and South Poles come together If the Turk or the Pope's Antichristian or neither If fine Astraea be as Naso said From mortals in a peevish fancy fled Rome when 't was all on fire her people mourning 'T was an Emperour could stand With his harp in his hand Sing and play while the City was burning Celadon on Delia singing O Delia for I know 't is she It must be she for nothing less could move My tuneless heart than something from Above I hate all earthly harmonie Hark Hark ye Nymphs and satyrs all around Hark how the bafled Eccho faints see how she dies Look how the winged Quire all gasping lye's At the melodious sound See while she sings How they droop and hang their wings Angelick Delia sing no more Thy song's too great for mortal eare Thy charming notes wee can no longer bear O then in pity to the World give o're And leave us stupid as we were before Fair Delia take the fatal choice Or veil thy beauty or suppress thy Voice His Passions thus poor Celadon betray'd When first he saw when first he heard the lovely Maid A Character of a Belly God Catius and Horace Horace WHence Brother Case and whither bound so fast Ca. Oh Sir you must excúse me I 'm in haste I dine with my Lord Mayor and can't allow Time for our eating Directory nâ—w Though I must needs confess I think my Rules Would prove Pythagoras and Plato Fooles Hor. Grave Sir I must acknowledge 't is a crime To interrupt at such a nick of time Yet stay a little Sir it is no Sin You 're to say Grace e're dinner can begin Since you at food such Virtuoso are Some Precepts to an hungry Poet spare Ca. I grant you Sir next pleasure t'ane in eating Is that as we do call it of repeating I still have Kitching Systems in my mind And from my Stomachs fumes a brain well lin'd Hor. Whence pray Sir learnt you those ingenious Arts From one at home or hyr'd from foreign parts Ca. No names Sir I beseech you that 's foul ' play We ne'r name Authors only what they say 1. For Eggs chuse long the round are out of fashion Uâ—savoury and distasteful to the Nation ' Ere since the brooding Rump they 're addle too In the long Egg lyes Cock a-doodle-doo 2. Chuse Coleworts planted on a soile that 's dry Even they are worse for th'wetting verily 3. If friend from far shall come to visit then Say thou wouldst treat the wight w th mortal Hen Do'nt thou forthwith pluck of the cackling head And impale Corps on Spit assoon as dead For so she will be tough beyond all measure And friend shall make a trouble of a pleasure Steep 't in good wine let her her life surrender O then shee 'l eat most admirably tender 4. Mushromes that grow in meadows are the best For ought I know there 's poyson in the rest 5. He that would many happy Summers see Let him eat Mulberies fresh off the Tree Gather'd before the Sun 's too high for these Shall hurt his stomack less than Cheshire Cheese 6. Aufidius had you done so t 'had undone ye Sweetned his morning'sâ— draughts of Sack-with Honey But he did ill to empty veines to give Corroding Potion for a Lenitive 7. If any man to
I kiss the burning light Because it shin'd because 't was bright My heart with youthful heat on fire I thought some God did me inspire And that blind zeal imboldned me T' attempt Althaea's Deitie Surely those happy Pow'rs that dwell above Or never courted or enjoy'd their love The Defiance SONG I. BE not too proud imperious Dame Your charmes are transitory things May melt while you at heaven aim Like Icarus's waxen wings And you a part in his misfortues beare Drown'd in a briny Ocean of despaire II. You think your beauties are above The Poet's brain and Painter's hand As if upon the throne of Love You only should the world command Yet know though you presume your title true There are pretenders that will Rival you III. There 's an experienc't Rebel Time And in his squadarns poverty There 's Age that bring 's along with him A terrible Artillery And if against all these thou keep'st thy Crown Th' Usurper Death will make thee lay it down The Surrender SONG I Yeild I yeild Divine Althaea see How prostrate at thy feet I bow Fondly in love with my Captivity So weak am I so mighty Thou Not long agoe I could defy Arm'd with wine and company Beautie 's whole Artillerie Quite vanquish't now by thy miraculous Charms Here fair Althaea take my arms For sure he cannot be of humane race That can resist so bright so sweet a face Fadeing Beauty SONG I. AS poor Aurelia sate alone Hard by a Rivulets flowry side Envious at Nature's new born pride Her slighted self she thus reflected on II. Alas that Nature should revive These flowers which after Winter's snow Spring fresh again and brighter shew But for our fairer Sex so ill contrive III. Beauty like theirs a short liv'd thing On us in vain she did bestow Beauty that onely once can grow An Autumn has but knows no second Spring The Whim. SONG I. WHy so serious why so grave Man of business why so muddy Thy self from chance thou canst not save With all thy care and study Look merrily then and take thy repose For 't is to no purpose to look so forlorn Since the World was as bad before thou wer 't born And when it will mend who knows And a thousand years hence 't is all one If thou lay'st on a Dunghil or sat'st on a Throne II. To be troubled to be sad Carking Mortal 't is a folly For a pound of pleasure 's not so bad As an ounce of Melancholly Since all our lives long we travel towards Death Let us rest us sometimes and bait by the way 'T is but dying at last in our race let us stay And we shan't be so soon out of breath Sit the Comedy out and that done When the Play 's at an end let the Curtain fall down A DIALOGVE Cloris and Parthenissa C. WHy doest thou all address deny Hard hearted Parthenissa why See how the trembling Lovers come That from thy lips expect their doom P. Chloris I hate them all they know Nay I have often told them so Their silly politick's abhorr'd I scorn to make my slave my Lord C. But Strephon's eyes proclame his love Too brave tyrannical to prove P. Oh Chloris when we loose our pow'r We must obey the Conquerour C. Yet where a gentle Prince beare's sway It is no bondage to obey P. But if like Nero for a while With arts of kindness he beguile How shall the Tyrant be withstood When he has writ his laws in blood C. Love Parthenissa all command's It fetters Kings in charming bands Mars yields his arms to Cupid's darts But Beauty soften's savage hearts Chorus If nothing else can pull the Tyrant down Kill him with kindness and the day's yonr own The RENEGADO SONG I. REmov'd from fair Vrania's eyes Into a village far away Fond Astrophil began to say Thy charmes Vrania I despise â—o bid some other shepheard for thee dy That never understood thy Tyranny II. Return'd at length th' amorous swain Soon as he saw his Dietie Ador'd again and bow'd his knee Became her slave and wore her Chain The needle thus that motionless did ly Trembles and moves when the lov'd Loadstone's nigh PHILLIS withdrawn I. I Did but see her and she 's snatch't away I find I did but happy seem So small a while did my contentments stay As short and pleasant as a dream Yet such are all our satisfactions here They raise our hopes and then they disappear II. Ill natur'd Stars that evermore conspire To quench poor Strephons flame To stop the progress of his swift desire And leave him but an Aëry name Why art thou doom'd of no pretences proud Ixion-like thus to embrace a Cloud III. Yet why should Strephon murmur why complain Or envy Phillis her delight Why should her pleasures be to him a pain Eaâ—ier perhaps out of his sight No Strephon no! If Phillis happy be Thou shouldst rejoyce what e'r becom's of Thee IV. Amidst the charming glories of the Spring In pleasant Fields and goodly Bowers Indulgent Nature seems concern'd to bring All that may bless her innocent hours While thy disastrous Fate has ty'd thee down To all the noise and Tumult of the Town V. Strephon that for himself expects no good To Phillis wishes every where A long serenity without a Cloud Sweet as these smiles of th' Infant year May Halcyons in her bosome build their nest What ever storms shall discompose my breast Weeping at Parting SONG I. GO gentle Oriana go Thou seest the Gods will have it so Alas Alas 't is much in vain Of their ill usage to complain To curse them when we want relief Lessens our courage not our grief Dear Oriana wipe thine eye The time may come that thou and I Shall meet again long long to prove What Vigour absence adds to love Smile Orania then and let me see That look again which stole my liberty II. But say that Oriana die And that sad moment may be nigh The Gods that for a year can sever If it please them can part us ever They that refresh can make us weep And into Death can lengthen sleep Kind Oriana should I hear The thing I so extreamly fear 'T will not be strange if it be said After a while I too am dead Weep Oriana weep for who does know Whether we e'r shall meet again below The Malecontent SONG PHillis O Phillis Thou art fondly vain My wavering thoughts thus to molest Why should my pleasure be the onely pain That must torment my easie breast If with Prometheus I had stoll'n fire Fire from above As scorching and as bright as that of love I might deserve Iove's ire A Vâ—lture then might on my liver feed But now eternally I bleed And yet on Thee on Thee lies all the blame Who freely gav'st the fewel and the flame The Indifferent SONG PRithee confess for my sake and your own Am I the Man or no If I am he thou can'st not do ' t too soon If not
body while I slept Yet one day more hast given me From all the Powers of darkness free O keep my heart from Sin secure My Life unblameable and pure That when the last of all my dayes is come Cheereful and fearless I may wait my doom Anthem for the Evening SLeep downy sleep come close my eyes Tyr'd with beholding vanities Sweet slumbers come and chase away The toiles and follies of the day On your soft bosom will I lie Forget the World and learn to die O Israels watchful shepheard spread Tents of Angels round my bed Let not the spirits of the aire While I slumber me ensnare But save thy suppliant free from harmes Clasp't in thine everlasting armes Clouds and thick darkness is thy throne Thy wonderful Pavilion Oh dart from thence a shining ray And then my midnight shall be day Thus when the morn in crim son drest Breaks through the windows of the East My Hymns of thankful praises shall arise Like incense or the morning sacrifice DEATH SONG OH the sad Day When friends shall shake their heads and say Of miserable me Hark how he groans look how he pants for breath See how he struggles with the pangs of Death When they shall say of these poor eyes How Hollow and how dim they be Mark how his breast does swell and rise Against his potent enemy When some old Friend shall step to my bedside Touch my chill face thence shall gently slide And when his next companions say How does he do what hopes shall turn away Answering only with a lift up hand Who can his fate withstand Then shall a gasp or two do more Then e're my Rhetorick could before Perswade the peevish World to trouble me no more The Happy Man PEaceful is he and most secure Whose heart and actions all are pure How smooth and pleasant is his way Whilst Life's Meander slides away If a fierce Thunderbolt do flie This Man can unconcerned lie Knows 't is not levell'd at his head So neither noise nor flash can dread Tho' a swift whirlewind tear in sunder Heav'n above him or Earth under Tho the Rocks on heaps do tumble Or the World to ashes crumble Tho' the stupendious Mountains from on high Drop down and in their humble Vallies lie Should the unruly Ocean roar And dash its faome against the shore He finds no tempest in his mind Fears no billow feels no wind All is serene all quiet there There 's not one blast of troubled air Old stars may fall or new ones blaze Yet none of these his Soul amaze Such is the man can smile at irksome death And with an easie sigh gâ—ve up his breath An Elegy on the Earl of SANDWICH IF there were ought in Verse at once could raise Or tender pity and or immortal praise Thine Obsequies brave Sandwich would require What ever might our nobler thoughts inspire But since thou find'st by thy unhappy fate What 't is to be unfortunately Great And purchase honour at too dear a rate The Muses Best attempt how e're design'd Cannot but prove impertinently kind Thy glorious valour is a Theam too high For all the humble arts of Poësie To side with chance and Kingdomes over-run Are little things Ambitious men have done But on a flaming Ship thus to despise That life which others did so highly prize To fight with Fire and struggle with a wave And Neptune with unwearied Arms out brave Are deeds surpassing fabulous Chronicle And which no future Age can parallel Leviathan himselfeâ—s out done by Thee Thou greater wonder of the Deep than he Nor could the Deep thy mighty ashes hold The Deep that swallows Diamonds and Gold Fame â—v'n thy sacred Relicks does pursue Richer than all the treasures of Peru While the kind Sea thy breathless body bring Safe to the bed of Honour and of Kings An Epitaph on the Earl of Sandwich HEre lies the Dust of that illustrious Man That triumph't o're the Ocean Who for his Country nobly courted death And dearly sold his glorious Breath Or in a word in this cold narrow Grave Sandwich the Good the Great the Brave Oh frail Estate of Sublunary things Lyes equal here with Englands greatest Kings On Mr. JOHNSONS several Shipwracks HE that has never yet acquainted been With cruel chance nor Vertue naked seen Strip't from th' advantages which vices wear Of happy plausible successful fair Nor learn't how long the lowring cloud may last Wherewith her beauteous face is overcast 'Till she her native glories does recover And brighter shine after the Storm is over To be inform'd he need no further go Than this divine Epitome of woe In Iohnson's life and writings he may find What Homer in his Odysses design'd A vertuous man by miserable fate Rendred ten thousand wayes unfortunate Sometimes within a leaking Vessel tost All hopes of life and the lov'd Shore quite loâ— While hidden sands and every greedy wave With horror gap't themselves into a grave Sometimes upon a Rock with fury thrown Moning himself where none could hear his mone Sometimes cast out upon the barren sand Expos'd to th' mercy of a Barbarous land Such was the pious Iohnson 'till kind Heaven A blessed end to all his toiles had given To shew that vertuous men tho' they appear But Fortune's sport are Providence's care The Resolve I. HAd Phillis neither charmes nor Graces More than the rest of women wear Levellâ—d by Fate with common faces Yet Damon could esteem her fair II. Good natur'd Love can soon forgive Those petty injuries of time And all th'affronts of years impute To her misfortune not her crime III. Wedlock put 's love upon the wrack Makes it confess 't is still the same In icy age as it appear'd At first when all was lively flame IV. If Hymen's slaves whose ears are bor'd Thus constant by compulsion be Why should not choice indear us more Than Them their hard necessity V. Phillis 't is true thy glass does run But since mine too keep 's equal pace My silver hairs may trouble thee As much as me thy ruin'd face VI. Then let us constant be as Heaven Whose Laws inviolable are Not like those rambling Meteors there That foretel ills and disappear VII So shall a pleasing calm attend Our long uneasie Destiny So shall our loves and lives expâ—râ— From Storms and Tempests ever free PASTORAL I. AT break of day poor Celadon Hard by his Sheepâ—olds walk't alone His arms a cross his head bow'd down His oaten pipe besides him thrown When Thirsâ—s hidden in a Thicket by Thus heard the discontented Shepheard cry II. What is it Celadon has done That all his happiness is gone The Curtains of the dark are drawn And chearful morn begins to dawn Yet in my breast 't is ever dead of night That can admit no beam of pleasant light III. You pretty Lambs do leap and play To welcome the new kindled day Your Shepheard harmless as are you Why is he not as frolick too If such disturbance th'
thou canst not be too slow If Woman cannot love Man's folly 's great Your Sex with soe much zeal to treat But if we freely proffer to pursue Our tender thoughts and spotless love Which nothing shall remove And you despise all this pray what are you The HARBOUR SONG O Tedious hopes when will the storm be o're When will the beaten Vessel reach the shore Long have I striv'n with blustring winds tides Clouds o're my head Waves on my sides Which in my dark adventures high did swell While heaven was black as hell O Love tempestuous Love yet yet at last Let me my Anchor cast And for the troubles I have undergone O bring me to a Port which I may call my own The Vnconcerned SONG NOw that the world is all in amaze Drums Trumpets rending heav'ns Wounds a bleeding Mortals dying Widdows and Orphans piteously crying Armies marching Towns in a blaze Kingdomes and States at sixes and â—evens What should an honest Fellow do Whose courage and fortunes run equally low Let him live say I till his glass be ruâ— As easily as he may Let the wine and the sand of his glass flow together For Life 's but a winters day Alas from Sun to Sun The time 's very short very dirty the weather And we silently creep away Let him nothing do he could wish undone And keep himself safe from the noise of a Gun To Mr. Sam. Austin of Wadham Col. Oxon on his most unintelligible Poems SIR IN that small inch of time I stole to look On th'obscure depths of your mysterious Book Heav'n bless my eye sight what strains did I see What Steropegeretick Poetrie What Hieroglyphick words what all In Letters more than Cabalistical Our little fingers may our Verses scan But all our Noddles understand them can No more than read that dung fork pothook hand That in Queen's Colledge Library does stand The cutting Hanger of your wit I can'tâ—see For that same scabbard that conceals your Fancy Thus a black â—elvet Casket hides a Jewel And a dark woodhouse wholesome winter fuel Thus Iohn Tradeskin starves our greedy eyes By boxing up his new found Rarities We dread Actaeons Fate dare not look on When you do scowre your skin in Helicon We cannot Lynceus like see through the wall Of your strong Morter'd Poems nor can all The small shot of our brains make one hole in The Bulwarke of your Book that Fort to win Open your meanings door O do not lock it Undo the Buttons of your smaller Pocket And charitably spend those Angels there Let them inrich and actuate our sphere Take off our Bongraces and shine upon us Though your resplendent beams should chance to tan us Had you but stoln your verses than we might Hope in good time they would have come to light And felt I not a strange Poetick heat Flaming within which reading makes me sweat Vulcan should take 'em and I 'de not exempt 'em Because they be things Quibus lumen ademptum I thought to have commended something there But all exceeds my commendations far I can say nothing but stand still and stare And cry O wondrous strange profound rare Vast Wits must fathome you better than thus You merit more than their praise as for us The Beetles of our Rhimes shall drive full fast in The wedges of your worth to everlasting To my Ingenious Friend Mr. Wilâ—liam Faithorn on his Book of drawing Etching and Graving SHould I attempt an Elogy or Frame A Paper-structure to secure thy name The lightening of one Censure one stern frown Might quickly hazard that and thy renown But this thy Book prevents that fruitless pain One line speaks purelier Thee than my bestâ—strain Those mysteries once like the spiteful mold Which bars the greedy Spaniard from his Gold Thou dost unfold in every friendly Page Kind to the present and succeeding Age. That Hand whose curious Art prolongs the date Of frail Mortality and baâ—â—le's Fate With Brass and Steel can surely potent be To rear a lasting monument for Thee For my part I prefer to guard the Dead A Copper-Plate beyond a Sheet of Lead So long as Brass so long as Books endure So long as neat wrought-Pieces Thou' rt secure A Faithorn sculpsit is a charm can save From dull oblivion and a gapeing grave An Explanation of an Emblem engraven by V. H. SE'st thou those Raies the Light 'bove them And that gay thing the Diadem The Wheel and Balance which are ty'de T'th Gold black Clouds on either side Se'st thou the winged Trumpeters with all That kick the World 's blew tottering ball The flying Globe the Glass thereon Those fragments of a Skeleton The Bayes the Palms the Fighting men And written Scroul Come tell me then Did thy o're curious eye e'r see An apter Scheme of Misery What 's all that Gold and sparkling Stones To that bald scull to those Cross bones What mean those Blades whom men adore To stain the Earth with purple gore Sack stately Towns â—ilk Banners spread Gallop their Coursers o're the dead Far more than this and all to sway But till those sands shall glide away For when the Bubble World shall fly With stretcht out Plumes when the brisk ey Shall close with anguish sink with tears And th'Angels trumpets pierce our ears What 's haughty Man or those fine things Which Heaven calls Men though Men stile Kings Vain World adieu and farewel fond renown Give me the Glory that 's above the Crown For Thoughts I. THoughts what are they They are my constant Friends Who when harsh Fate it 's dull brow bends Uncloud me with a smiling Ray And in the depth of midnight force a day II. When I retire and flee The busie throngs of Company To hug my self in privacy O the discourse the pleasant talk 'Twixt us my Thoughts a long a lonely walk III. You like the stupifying Wine The dying malefactors sip With shivering lip T' abate the rigour of their doom By a less troublous cut to their long home Make me slight Crosses though they pil'd up ly All by th' enchantments of an extasie IV. Do I desire to see The throne and Majestie Of that proud one Brother and Vnkle to the Stars and Sun Those can conduct me where such Toyes reside And waft me cross the Main sans wind and tide V. Would I descrie Those radiant Mansions 'bove the Skie Invisible by Mortal eye My Thoughts my Thoughts can lay A shining Track thereto And nimbly fleeting go Through all the eleven Orbs can shove away These too like Iacobs ladder are A most Angelick Thorough-fare VI. The wealth that shines In th' Oriental Mines Those sparkling gems which Nature keeps Within her Cabinets the deeps The Verdant Fields The Rarities the Rich world yields Rare Structures whose each gilded spire Glisters like lihgtning which while men admire They deem the neighbouring Skie on fire These can I gaze upon and glut mine eyes With fancies of varieties As on the front of Pisgah