years must be Her first Deare's charnel house his Calvarie But now that cloud of Funeral Obsequies Hath spent it self in teares and in your eyes Mirth gins to startle and resume its seat Fresh blushes vault in triumph smiles curveat All speak your Conquest of the Conquerour What a commanding Amazon you are Unto whose service Champions are drawn forth Upon the Altar of whose glorious worth Great Hymen bids me offer sacrifice And th' god of warre hath done devotion twice Stately Bellona courts your Ladiship And am'rous Mars fights duels at your lip You take your Spouse in pris'ner by your charmes Sir William takes you in by force of armes And then such volley shots of kisses flie Would tempe and ravish sworn Virginity Now may those chaster lips so closely meet At each salute as if your soules did greet And since Sir William here hath taken quarter 'T is for his honour to be Knight o' th' garter Nor will I leave him there no from above The Heavens greet you with new joyes of love Ioyes which must alwayes needs be fresh to you Where Christ to both is Bride and Bridegroom too Within whose heart the lilie o' th' valley growes That cluster'd Camphire that sweet Sharon-rose That bundle of myrrhe he whom the Virgins love Whose scarlet lips drop honey as they move Oh may your Dear Beloved kisse is Vine With kisses of his mouth more sweet then wine So shall you spread your fruitful branch and see Your children like the plants o' th' Olive-tree These are my hearty wishes and you know Although I am no great Divine Not only rich but poor mens coine will go So may these prayers of mine To Mr. Iohn Mors Merchant in King Lynne on the death of Ms. A. Mors his wife Mors in a Mors Christi ALas good Gentleman hath that sweetest love That spouse of yours made out her last remove Hath death that great Knight-Errent who doth play And dodge in 's motions here there every way Checkmated you in taking of your Queen Or is 't a Sthale No 'ts more then be'nt o're seen For now she 's taken as your pawn and when Your time is come 't will be check-mate agen But i' th' mean while you 're loser in a word It is but setting another Queen o' th' board Yet must you not begin the game anew Till th' loser pay what for the lâ—st was due Then 〈◊〉 Sir for this six or seven yeares You must be daily paying summes of teares And all your friends like faithful Clerks stand by T' help tell lest for a tear you tell an eye With you good Sâ—â—thrists common 't is to mourn And weep at th'unconsiderable losse of worne Old decay'd bâ—â—ks whose Stoage is nothing moâ— Then Haberdeen poor Iohn or Indigo For which such streames th' prodigal humour sheds That with your ships your eyes sink in your heads Then Sir at what expence ought you to be Your great misfortune will discover t'e The best of all your vessels buldg'd and lost To be recover'd by no charge or cost Yonr family rudder broke and all your store Of spice and amber your perfumes and ore Thrown to the deep for she was more to you More then all these your India your Peru If womens souls be Planets in the aire And rule like potent Constellations there Surely the Merchants wives will there reside Darting kinde beams their husbands ships to guide Then in your voyage if a storme arise Lost in the clouds look for her brighter eyes And if a conduct Cynosure you see Fall down do homage and strike saile 't is she She who whil'st living was more then your Star Your heav'n on earth a blessing greater farre She that did make all beasts fowle fish and men As though she 'd work th' Creation o're agen Who wrought the starres into a Canopie And in her Samplers taught Astrologie Where th' Heavens face she made so bright appear That Tycho might have read new 〈◊〉 there Birds feather'd with her â—â—ik you 'd swear did slie Camels have past too through her needles eye Saw you how the hath wrought Eves nâ—â—ed thighs You 'd think your self with her in Para life Sh' hath made the Muses Venus and her elfe And faire Diana too look like her selfe Then the three Graces all so sweet and neat That would â—â—ame Nature make a piece compleat To â—â—vish and surprize the worlds eye Hence she must take the patern to work it by Then Io Danâ—â—e such pretty things You 'd swear they 're made for gods and not for Kings In shadows she would vaile a physnomie Then work a candle and light to see it by 'T is true most women good at night-work be But few or none so good so neat as she Admired fancies Oh they are so good That could she but have wrought in flesh and blood And made those beauties speak and something do Surely she might have made my Mistris too Nay she hath wrought a face so much to th' life I fear you 'l court it for your second wife Troth Sir who e're she be shall tempt your blood See how she 's like your first so farre she 's good You 'l make your self and all your friends rejoyce To draw her picture in your second choice And as i' th' Indias when you walk about To finde some precious mineral out Some richer rocks of gold you search and trie By signes and tokens where the veine doth lie Be as exact in choosing your new Bride Let your last wifes Idea be your guide Let her faire visage teach your rambling eye To know the cloisters of a treasurie If any like her be know she 's divine And fall to work for she 's a wealthie mine A pearle fit to be worne on Merchants necks Like her the choicest Sampler of her sex Oh could you finde but such a Matron out So loving chaste prudent discreet devout So constant a Colleague so faire as she Who is there that would not your Factor be What Coward is 't would not make out for her Hoist sailes and be a Merchant-venturer All Courtship stormes tempests and tides defie Waving the flashes of her lightning eye And though she threatned shipwrack think it sport To split and so swim naked to the Port. Then Sir be charie in your second choice And let the pleasant musick of her voice Speak your first Consort let your second be Your first wifes Monument her Elegie Fairly recruit be the most blest of men And in your second choose your first agen So let your vertuous spouse survive in this That you are wedded to her Emphasis On the Anniversarie of the fifth of Novem. to the Fellowes of Trin. Coll. 'TWere no absurdity if I should wish You had dark lanthornes for a second dish Sculls and deaths heads will not be out of season To put you all in minde of Vaux his treason Yet least poor Scholars should have nought to pick But bones pray let your feast be Catholick
then I 'm sure she 'l please and pleasure you agen He that cracks Opticks and doth lose his sight In viewing Beautie is no loser by t Oh what a sinner that poor mortal is That viewes and scannes his Maker's Artifice We draw from th' order this great world hath in 't An Atheist-confuting Argument Then sure in womens world◠so little and faire More forcing Logick better Topicks are Why is 't w' admire th' Apostles i' th' cherrie stones Traduskin shewes but cause they 're little ones Who knowes whil'st he at female Beauties stares But he may see an Angel unawares Howe're'tis not unlikely he may move If she be kinde into a Heav'n of love Yet I 'le not make a Stoick an Amorato No I shall leave him still to reade his Cato Some fine grave head there be whose brains are adle A carelesse Nurse 't was crack't their sculls i' th' Cradle Whose dull old wrinkled brow and rotten tooth Accept of nothing that is faire and smooth By whom my harmlesse lines will termed be Nought lesse then speculative adulterie But age and eating crabs must needs excuse Their doting peevish humours to my Muse Some new-found changeling Saints with looks precise Rolling the goggles of their bloodshed eyes Will call Amanda light and trull and scorn her Yet reade her o're and kisse her in a corner But how the things call'd wits will fling about To see my paultrie Mistresse new come out Oh these are angrie beasts they 'l kick and throw Ware hornes my Dear or up thy smock will go Troth rather then their flings we will endure We 'l get some slie-slaps for their gad-flies sure Yes yes wits wanton humours to prevent We 'l shortly have an Act of Parliament You noble Civil soules whoe're you be Whose modest frolick ingenuitie Cleanseth your hearts from self-conceit and gall If on Amanda you but smile and call Her faire may you finde Mistresses as good As I can fancie real flesh and blood The Authour to the Ladies GReat and faire Madams you whose star-like eyes Sunne-burn the world and do mock the skies You Constellations who are never seen But w' are half blinded had your Beautie been Where Hero's blinking Conduct taper stood To guide Leander sculling through the flood Ne'er had he lost his way for want of light He 'd swum by day though he had swum by night Confest you might have vail'd but then your praise Were lost true Beautie scornes to mask its rayes Therefore Amanda comes with open face Daring to vie this feature or that grace With the most heav'nly sweetest lovely she That deserves duel Ladies pardon me And pardon her she only blushing stands To mingle lilies with your lilie hands ERRATA PAge 28 line 6 To Amanda his friend desiring him c. for On Amanda his friend desiring him c. p. 88. v. 6. down my staires for down staires p 94. l 3 è contra pro ut è contra p 160 l 1 nutres cambucá nguines pro putris cambucam inguinis p 162. fracessis pro fraceseis p 128 notho pro noto p. 120. Ità pro Ito fuis pro fuit in the Epist. Dedic blab-cheek't for blub-check't p 80 l 23 Tradesmen for Aradesmen ibid Querp coat for Querpo coat AMANDA Beautie BEAUTY is Nature's and the Woman's glory The loudest Emphasis in the story Of female worth and praise the Alphabet Where love doth spell it's first desire The field where red and white are met To mingle wonder 't is the match The spark and tinder which doth quickly catch And light the fire O' th' lamp of love Which flames within the eyes Of those who towards Cupids Altar move To offer up their hearts in sacrifice 2. Beautie 's an honest kinde of sorcerie It hath a sweet bewitching facultie It is the sauce doth tempt loves appetite Which to intemperance it doth oft incite Till it provoke a lustful gluttonie Beyond the satisfaction of the eye Love is but Beauties creature It hath its being from its Makers feature 'T is Beautie deifies The goddesse Woman She whom we now so idolize Without it would be ador'd by no man 3. Beautie is Magick works by qualities Are lesse occult how it doth charme the eyes Is visible but ne're enough for still The more 't is seen and view'd more lovely 't will Appear and tempt with stronger Argument Then the first glances rais'd i' th' cast Of punie thoughts and fancies till at last It breeds a discontent I' th' other senses which all mutinie Starv'd in the surfet of the eye To share in its delight And never lin Till they are slain or fairely win The place where Beauties flags to love invite 4. Both eyes were made for Beautie purposely The most delightful object we can see 'T is that gilds Cupid's wings and makes the boy Be entertain'd with extasies of joy 'T is the best kinde of Natures handicraft Her choicest piece of pencil-work her draft In colours to the life suppose The spotlesse lilie and the rose Should blend their damask and their snow The mixture which doth flow From their embrace Is Beauty in its pride and state Which ne're till then I spi'd of late In the rare features of Amanda's face LOVE 1. LOve is that harmony doth sympathize Betwixt two soules tun'd Diapason-wise 'T is waking mans most pleasant dream delight And comfort makes day passe as sleep doth night 'T is the best part of Heav'n man hath on earth And heav'n in heav'n 't will be Nothing but lovely loving souls to see Souls mingling loves love getting love i' th' birth 2. Love is the Gordian knot which once unti'd Or cut gives way to th' Tyrant Victors pride 'T is honest Cupid's Atlas of the world Into a Chaos all things would be hurl'd Were't not for love the peoples hate Or love make or undo The best of Kings and Kingdomes too Love is the moving sinew of the State 3. Where it is absent nothing present is But envie hatred malice jealousies Deceit and basenesse whence are alwayes born Horrour and anguish grief despight and scorn Mischief revenge and wrath which do torment Distract and teare the heart Gripe and unhinge the man in ev'ry part Till all his bowels burst and life be spent 4 Love is our Empresse all that beauteous be Are maids of Honour to her Majestie Yet Love to Beauty often Presents brings Presented by the hands o' th' greatest King And 't is no wonder Love this course doth take That th' Mistris thus should fee Her maids 't is pretty ridling Usurie For Love bribes Love for Love and Beauties sake 5. Love is our Governesse me thinks on high I see her greatest goddesse in the skie Sitting and holding all in chaines I see She labours hard that all things joyn'd may be To their most proper objects but base spight Her black Antagonist By man and th' devils help whom e're she list Forces to deeds of discord sinne and night 6. Love is mans
quite out of fashion I should have made bold to call your Honour to the Font Many a poor man hath had witnesse Charles Murrey the Cripple his Majestie the King himself some would have said God blesse him good man for his Gossip But I most of all wish the Sponsalia were at hand you might affiance and betroth my Dearest I know whom to him who never knowes sufficiently how to expresse himselfe what he is ever ambitious to be The Humblest and most Faithful amongst your Honours most devoted Servants N. HOOKES To the Author upon his Amanda COurage my friend boldly assay the stage Maugre the uncouth humours of the age Though wit th' unsavoury thing be out of date And judgement triumph in the fancies fate Poetry's heresie aud schisme pure As is free-will or humane literature Yet shall thy Mistresse thaw the Stoicks breast And prove Amanda to discretions test But doubtful whether Muse or Mistresse be The faire Amanda that is meant by thee Resolv'd that though thy Madam lovely be She paints t' inhance her endlesse tyrannie Hadst thon without a rithme said Good and Faire Th' hadst matcht the highest loves that couchant are In mortal breasts thy zeal forgetting bound Has quite o'reshot loves landmarke and gaines ground On admiration dull without desire As without warmth the elemental fire The famous Grecian beauty's stollen face And most choice borrow'd parts fell short of grace She had been more then the intended she Had she but filch't Amanda's Poetrie I 'le not assesse thy merits wise men soon Will judge thee worthy and for this thy boon Each Amarado-Proselyte of thine Pays his devotion to Amanda's shrine But if to please lesse knowing men seem safe Raile at Socinus in a Paragraph Confute Arminius in English phrase So shall dull men yield suffrage to thy praise M. P. Midd. Temp. Gent. To the most ingenious Authour upon his excellent Poems THe Presse growes honest and in spite of fate Now teems a Wit that is legitimate No thundring Muse although Ioves daughter still Drawing smooth lines 'twixt th' hornes of Parnasse hill And yet so strong that with these nervs I know Cupid will henceforth string 's triumphant bowe Doubt not sweet friend the Infant-Archer will Brag that his shafts are feather'd from thy quill Within thy book an harmlesse Venus moves Yet gen'rous drawn as anciently by Doves Nor dost thou make her sonne obscenely speak A bowe though Cupids too much bent may break Thou art not like those wits whose numbers jump Not with Apollo's Lyre but Flora's trump Thou drink'st to th' bottome of the Muses stood Fam'd Helicon and yet canst shun the mud Thy fancie 's steadie not like those that rove Thorow Arabia then to th' Indies move To fetch in jests but when the totall's come Alas Caligula brings cockles home Thy book 's thine own so rare a Muse 't was fit Should not be periwigg'd with dead mens wit Yet lives their genius in thee true it is Arts have a kinde of metempsychosis R. MOYLE Trin. Col. Soc. Upon his ingenious friend's most ingenious Poeme intituled Amanda J Am mistaken 't is not he Though Doctour of loves Harmonie The Musick of all Plato's blisse But a Praeludium was to this Sure 't is some nobler genius one That teaches him perfection In 5 Song whilst he was penning it His lips drop't honey as he writ Nay t is more heav'nly more divine Sweet Nectar flowes from ev'ry line Whil'st he did quaffe the gods Canarie An Angel was his Secretarie 'T is pure although not sanctifi'd Clean gold and current though untri'd A piece as full of beauty as The Authors fairest object was Nor lesse inimitable then That mirrour which if ever seen Never exprest by th' best conceit For who can reach his fancies height It makes a question whether she Or it be th' greatest raritie Such as some think soar'd above And took from thence this grace for love No no it hover'd 'bout his minde Amanda there a Heav'n will finde A pretty pertly Cupid here A Cherubim residing there Love with all her glory waiting And thus innocently prating As if that were a wile to balk The Iustice to do nought but talk Reade him you must admire him too Courting Amanda he 'l winne you C. IRETON of Trin. Col. Cambr. To his Honoured friend the Author upon his Amanda WHoe're shall ask what these rude lines do here Tell him Amanda may black patches weare Faire Amanda whom if I name my heart As if I 'd sinn'd in naming feels the smart Of hers not Cupids arrow Reader please To turn the leafe thou 'lt catch the same disease We 're all in love Dear Sir who e're you see Know it he is or will your rival be The world 's grown love-sick and may seem to prove Your wit hath been injurious to your love There 's none shall read Amanda but ev'ry line Heavens ten thousand worlds that she were mine She 's sure too good to be enjoy'd but I Oh that I might but see her once and die Is 't not some goddesse that having long desir'd At length hath stoll'n from Heav'n to be admir'd To love her 't is presumption wish I cou'd That I were better she not quite so good Go boy go sleep Cupid unbend thy bowe Btreak all thy darts thou 'st lost thy trading go Turn Physician if again thou'dst be A heart-wounder study Loves remedie What meant you Sir to set the land on fire Some wish some hope some envie some desire I pray the gods let me not pray in vain Enjoy your love and put us out of pain Amanda deserves the best 't is as true There 's none deserves Amanda's love but you But let her still retain her name that all May her Amanda you Amandus call THO. ADAMS Trin. Coll. D. To my deserving friend the Author upon his excellent Poeme Amanda I Lov'd thee Dearly it would soon be guest That I thus boldly croud up to be prest Amongst thy Giant friends though he that will Draw thee to th' life must needs have thine owne quill For who durst boast he could have limm'd so well As thou hast done thy truest parallell Amanda thou that vertue thus hast drest Do'st tell the world it lived in thy breast If any yet objecting say no one Thou knew'st ingross't so much perfection Thy only subject then they 'l plainly finde Could be no orher then thy vertuous minde From which rich wardrobe thou canst eas'ly spare Enough to deck and furnish the most rare I 've done for none can reach thy Poems worth Amanda wants no foiles to set her forth I. A. Gent. The Author to the READER HEav'n blesse thy sweet face for in troth I know Though 't's ne'er so ugly sweet thou think'st it though 'T is a good cast o' th' eye thou 'st look't upon Things which brought here make no comparison Women love gazing eyes Amanda Sir Is such a toy then pray now pleasure her Perhaps she may seem beautiful and
crannies in and out More and more Cupids still are borne anew And all these Cupids are begot on you You are their Mother-nurse Dear prethy then Drink to thy Dearest once agen Then I 'le be all o're Cupidâ— my best blood Shall be their drink my heart their chiefest food Cupids shall eate me whil'st thou drink'st to me Eate whil'st I pledge thee too who would not be Meat for such pretty loving wormes my Faire Such loving wormes as these sweet Cupids are Whil'st me their feast these wormes these Cupids have Amanda shall interre me she 's my grave To Amanda not drinking off her wine 1. PIsh modest tipler to 't agen My sweetest joy The wine 's not coy As women are My Dearest puling prethie then Prethie My Faire Once more bedew those lips of thine Mend thy draught and mend the wine 2. Since it hath tasted of thy lip Too quickly cloy'd How overjoy'd It cheerfully Invites thee to another sip Me thinks I see The wine perfum'd by thee my Faire Bacchus himself is dabling there 3. Once more dear soul nay prethy trie Bathe that cherrie In the sherry The jocant wine Which sweetly smiles and courts thy eye As more divine Though thou take none to drink to me Takes pleasure to be drunk by thee 4. Nay my Fair off with 't off with 't clean Well I perceive Why this you leave My love reveales And makes me guess what 't is you mean Because at meales My lips are kept from kissing thee Thou need'st must kisse the glasse to me To Amanda upon her smile NOw in the joy of strength me thinks I finde Armies of pleasures troop and storme my mind How with a Giants armes I could embrace And closely clasp my sweet she Boniface Amanda gave a pleasant glance and while Her flowrie lips bloom'd in the modest smile Winter withdrew I felt a forward spring As when great Birtha doth Elixir bring To drench the boughs which by her Chymistrie Mantles i' th' blossomes of the Apple-tree Stil'd from the cloysters of the spungie earth Dead drunk I was and all embalm'd in mirth Heaven past through my soul th' Elysian fields Are but meer shadowes of the joy it yields My heart-strings move in tune to its Almains My panting breast keeps time through all my veins Bubling in wantonness now here now there My fresh blood frisks in circles every where Thus in the Court the fawning Favourite When from the King his Master he can get One pleasing look with vigour tuggs and hales Hope and Ambition hoist his full-cheek't sailes Top and top-gallant-wise worth or no worth Into preferments Ocean lancheth forth Thus the blithe Merchant when with even train His wealthie vessel glides through th' marble main Hugs his good fortune and begins to sport While Neptune kindly laughs him to the Port Propitious lights which at my birth did shine My starres speak dotage in this smile of thine To Amanda his friend desiring him to fall to A Thousand thanks good Sir thanks for you cheer And this good signe of welcome to your feast If you observe your guest How heartily he feeds On these delicious viands hâ—re You 'l finde his love no invitation needs Beleeve me Sir I do not spare 2. I am all appetite my hungry minde Feeds almost to a surfeit on desire This dish 't is I admire No cates so sweet as these Here here I feed here I am pin'd And starv'd with meat these juncates only please Hither my senses are confin'd 3. Here 's my rich banquet hither the little lad Cupid invites in sugar here are store Of sweet meats candid o're From those faire lips I see What choice of Conserves may be had The modest cherrie and the barberrie The best and sweetest marmalade 4. Here I can taste the grape and mulberrie No blush of fruits though served in they are In pure white China ware Is like those cheeks of thine Where the freshest straw-berries be Most finely tipled in brisk Claret-wine Me thinks they seem to swim to me 5. Beauty in stead of tempting sauce doth wooe Love feeds my heart love feeds my eyes I for no rarities Of quailes and phesants wish Sir I am well-com'd well by you Amanda is my first and second dish Would she would make me well-come too To Amanda desirous to go to bed SLeepie my Dear yes yes I see Morpheus is fall'n in love with thee Morpheus my worst of rivals tries To draw the Curtains of thine eyes And fanns them with his wing asleep Makes drowsie love play at hopeep How prettily his feathers blow Those fleshie shuttings to and fro Oh how he makes me Tantalize With those faire Apples of thine eyes Equivocates and cheats me still Opening and shutting at his will Now both now one the doting god Playes with thine eyes at even and odde My stamm'ring tongue doubts which it might Bid thee good-morrow or good-night So thy eyes twinkle brighter farre Then the bright trembling ev'ning starre So a waxe taper burnt within The socket playes at out and in Thus doth Morpheus court thine eye Meaning there all night to lie Cupid and he play hoop-all hid Thy eye 's their bed and cover-lid Fairest let me thy night-clothes aire Come I le unlace thy stomacher Make me thy maiden-chamber-man Or let me be thy warming-pan Oh that I may but lay my head At thy beds feet i' th' trundle-bed Then i' th' morning e're I rose I 'd kisse thy pretty pettitoes Those smaller feet with which i' th' day My love so neatly trips away Since you I must not wait upon Most modest Lady I 'le be gone And though I cannot sleep with thee Oh may my dearest dream of me All the night long dream that we move To the main centre of our love And if I chance to dream to thee Oh may I dream eternallie Dream that we freely act and play Those postures which we dream by day Spending our thoughts i th' best delight Chaste dreams allow of in the night To Amanda igoing to Prayer STay stay Amanda take a wish from me And blesse a cushion with thy softer knee Whither are all those Virgin Angels gone Who strew their wings for thee to kneel upon Those pretty pinion'd boyes fat plump and faire Who joy to be the Ecchoes of thy prayer Those golden Cupids fall'n in love with thee Thy little Nancioes to thy Deitie Prethy Amanda Dearest prethy stay The Cushion wench where art come bring 't away You use your Mistris kindly here my love Come kneel upon 't and kneel to none but Iove What o' th' bare boards no sure it cannot be Look how they sink and will not touch thy knee They dare not sinne so farre my Dear to presse That flesh and make it know their stubbornnesse Were there no bones within thou should'st command Under each tender knee thy lover's hand Nay my Amanda take my better part And at thy prayers kneel upon my heart On Amanda praying AManda kneel'd I straight a
in my suite Arrest Amanda and she prosecute Her Creditor for debt agen for thee I 'le take no bayle none shall be giv'n for me But these my armes shall thy close prison be And thou shalt finde a prison too for me Bridewel or Gatehouse Heaven to my heart Whil'st thou my Keeper and my Prison art Nor do I care but pray there may not be These hundred yeares a Goal-delivery But what 's the meaning of this feign'd denial Was it to check my hopes or make a trial Of my undoubted love Amanda know The hastie current stop't doth overflow Thou art a richer jewel 't is not fit So little asking should obtain thee yet Porters with whom such wealthie treasures are Ope not the door till they know who is there Let my Dear know I will not pillage her I only ask to be her treasurer I love to feel that hand that pats me so And seems to say me yes in saying no. To Amanda desirous to drink CAlling for beer know not the gods they ought To send thee Nectar for thy mornings draught I 'm sure the Heavens do allow it you Ambrosia-Caudles for your break-fast too How is 't surely this lazie Ganimed Sleeps it and is not yet got out of 's bed What not yet come Amanda by that face I 'le turne this punie Butler out of 's place And drain the skies till there no Nectar be But what the gods shall beg as almes from thee To Amanda inviting her to walk COme 't is a morning like thy self my Faire Sweet as thy breath the spring perfumes the air With the fresh fragrant odours of its balme Still'd from the last nights dew a pleasing calm Invites thee forth there 's no unruly blast No saucie winde to give the least distaste In the disordering of those curles which move As if each haire were with it self in love Thy fingers made those rings and ev'ry haire Thinks it doth still embrace thy finger there Heark how the birds play Consorts o're and o're Heark to that modest begger at the door Whose lungs breath spices gentle Zephyrus Whispers and through the key-hole calls to us The Sunne himself yonder expectant stayes And strewes the golden atomes of his raies To guild thy paths though in post-haste he be Yet he stands still to look and gaze on thee The Heavens court thee Princely Oberon And Mab his Emp'resse both expect thee yon They wait to see thee sport the time away And on green beds of dazies dance the hay In their small acorn posnets as they meet Quaffe off the dew lest it should wet thy feet The black-birds whistle and the Finches sing To welcome thy approach and not the Spring Come then my Turtle let us make our flight And browse it in the arbours of delight To the next me low-Tempe let us move Let 's flie to Heaven on the wings of love And when kinde Cupid has conveigh'd us thither Wee 'l chastely sit and mingle bills together To Amanda walking abroad COme come Amanda hand in hand wee 'l walk Heark how the birds of Love and Cupid talk As if they lately had been drinking wine Each chirps a dialogue to his Valentine Nay to their downie breasted Ladies yet At yon clear Crystal spring they 'r bibbing it As if all bowles too narrow-belli'd were And cups too shallow with a heartie prayer Health afret health each to his plumie lasse Carowseth in the brook and scornes the glasse Nay and as if they fear'd to drink it dry The hot cock-sparrow doth still Fill it cry See how to 's Mistris with his tipling bill The Nightingal doth sweetly jugge it still That pretty Linnet seems to drink to me I 'le pledge thy health Amanda kissing thee And whil'st those feather'd lovers water sip I 'le quaffe the Orleans-claret of thy lip And suck those bloody mulberries in Till like that fruit my lips seem'd stain'd with sinne Then sinne in 'ts blush shall make me more devout I 'le kisse and sinne and sinne a pardon out For thou 'rt so chaste that who once kisse thee may In that one kisse wipes all his sinne away Though blasphemie and murther it remit Pope Ioans Indulgence doth come short of it 'T is Heaven it self and on that lip to dwell Is to be sainted of no greater hell Can lovers dream no greater sin commit Then to leave kissing and to part with it To Amanda like to be taken in a showre WEll done kinde unexpected AEolus Thy boyes have bravely kept the raine from us Thank thee as yet we have not wet a thread Me thoughts I saw over Amanda's head Thy huff't-puff't blub-cheek't Caitiffes hover And stretch their lungs to blow th' last showre over Then the sweet plump-fac't rogues when fair And clear it was as if they breathlesse were To save Amanda begg'd and kept a stir To get my leave they might take breath from her I gave my grant they kist each kisse did prove They were no windes but Angels fall'n in love How can my Dearest then my dotage blame If I so oft call on Amanda's name The courtly Cherubims my rivals be And Heaven makes thee it 's Penelope To Amanda fearing a second showre WHat means this woman-like unconstant weather These spungie clouds so strangely squeez'd together Should my Deares face be once so over-cast My eyes would deluge till the storme were past But when her pleasing Sunne-shine once appears Her rayes of beauty dry up all my teares See the clouds blown away be then to me Kinde as the stormes and tempests are to thee And like the Heavens cast those vailes away Unmuffle sweetest and thy beams display It has cleer'd up yet still 't is cloudie though The weather 's faire when my Faire makes it so Fear not Amanda but unmask thy eyes Come prethy I 'le unpin those mummeries 'T will raine no more I 'le kisse thy cheeks my Fair 'T is May without an April showre there An Answer to Amanda's question PHilosophers who in old dayes did live Say it is Iove makes water through a sieve Perhaps their god is drunk he leakes so fast Or else some Doctor must his urine cast I 'le tell thee Fairest Heavens bank'ront King Grown poor through lust doth silver hailstones fling In stead of gold the shower aim'd at thee He faine would take thee as his Danäe I 'le tell thee my Amanda whence it is It rain'd so much to day the reason 's this The Sunne espi'd thy beauty look't upon 't And Heaven sneez'd with looking too much on 't To a Rivall KEep off presumption horrid impudence Bold monstrous traitor to my love get hence Strange daring faith venture to step between A jealous Monarch and a chaster Queen Go tempt a Kingdom kept by the magick spell Of a Prince politick I'm loves Machavel This is my Florence and thou tempt'st from me Not an Italians wife but Italy Ransack the great Turks Seraglio try T' out-pimp the lustful Sultans jealousie Hug the coy lawrel
And superstitious too so you 'l afford Some holy reliques for Prince Arthurs board Let your mirth this day and your joyes be mickle Had the powder gone off w 'had been in a pickle And which invention were most damnable Pope or sal Peter had been disputable But the plot was found so by accident Wicked Pope Urban was Pope Innocent An ELEGY on the death of Dr. MEDCALFE late Vice-Master of Trin. Col. in Cambr. MOst sacred Reliques at whose Obsequies Devotion bids us weep not teares but eyes 'T is but weak sorrow which commands we must Sprinkle some water only to lay thy dust And huddle up th' Atomes at so poor expence As if we meant to sweep thy ashes hence We 'l rather spend our springs and when we 're dry Weep for more teares another Elegie Old Ennius shall preach no Funeral here Nor make c without a sigh a sob or teare Expose thee with a Diogenes staffe Which serv'd the Cynick for an Epitaph No we 'l command the Muses to thy Herse And make Apollo weep in golden verse Parnassus cloth'd in mourning weeds to grace Thy Corps shall stoop to give thee burying place And so it for a Golgotha we 'l have And weep a Helicon into thy grave Nay it is fit when such great Doctors die Parnassus should appear Mount-Calvarie Then shed your grief and labour to out-vie The grave-stone sweating in its Agonie With crystal jems which from your eyes distil In stead of dust the Sextons shovel fill Speak and weep volumes at his sepulchre As if in learned Medcalfs Coffin were The ruines of a famous Librarie A Chronicle a three-ages registrie And since w' have lost this jewel-house This treasury 'T is fit each Scholar ware A watrie pearl in 's eye In obitum Revereudi Senis Doctoris R. METCALFI Carmen Lapidarium HEus heus morare qui sepulchra obambulas Siste paulisper gradum Vbi semper aliquando sistes Moraberis aeternùm semél Câ—â—cunque jam spei incumbis invigilas somnio Hic nonnunquam recubandum obdermiendum est tibi Incertissimum est quando tu me quomodo Quà m quod sequêris tandem nibil certius Imò incertum est hinc quò veneris An abeas denuò te vivum abstuleris At priusquam transeas Palabunde mortalis Sacra haec in monumenta saltem oculos fige Lacrymisque duri marmoris immisce sletus Hîc intus urna est in quâ cineres suos Custodiendos misit venerandus senex Robertus Metcalfus Theologiae Doctor communis Index Interpres Theologicus S. S. Individuae Trinitatis Collegii Sagax Vice-praesul Cardinalis Presbyter Qui crebris curavit Eleemosynis Refocillandos pauperes Qui juventutis indigentioris Et promovendis usque usque alendis studiis Maecenatem se ostendit sedulò munisicum munificè sedulum Sermonis Hebraei radix Professor longè emeritus Linguarum Orientalium phosphorus occidit Oh quà m optavit Mater Academia Ad eruenda sacra artium mysteria Ejusdem ut aetatis annis pares forent Metcalfus Methusalem Sic quam optimus fuisset labentis ad Academiae Catastrophen Scientiarum doctrinae Epilogus Agesis viator vale Video te festinare hinc quò festinant omnia Vale ut festines lentè An ELEGIE on the death of Dr. Cumber late Deane of Carlisle and sometimes Master of Trin. Coll. in Camb. WHat gone to sleep hush 't Reader let him lie And with an easie funeral lullabie Weep o're his Cradle which poor Sextons fee At the next Earth-quake may be rock't for thee For w' are all sleepie and fore-morning light May from our friends receive our last good night Nay 'ts odds if thou or I shall watch so long As this good father did to 's even-song Who wanting but just one yeare of fourescore I' th' Colledge of the Trinitie once more Under the Worlds Tutor is gone to be 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to Eternity Would 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 bosome-pupil were Oh but they 're 〈◊〉 Fellowes all Masters there And with the glorious Founder of the place Still richly feasting yet still saying grace Now Royal soul you shall enjoy your due Heaven's mansion lodge more sit for you There the great King of Kings shall set you down And for your Dividend give y'a princely crown And that white precious stone of mysterie Which none except thy self can reade to thee Those five great Princes seen by thy dying eye Were five of Heavens Kings of Herauldrie Sent thence of be thy Conducts on the way Thy souls safe convoy from its bed-rid clay And those sweet youths which thou 'fore death didst see Were Cherubims with crownes to wait on thee Farewel brave Prelate go and shine with them Sainted with a celestial diadem Go and be ravish't on Gods holy hill With melting Ecchoes which double and double still Sweet Hallelujahs with ten thousand charmes By Angels which lie couchant in thy armes Farewel good soul thou 'st bravely done thy task Acted thy part and left us in a mask Tire'd out with our first Scene of Tragedie And mischief thou'dst no more Spectator be To see Mountebank-worldly goblins play The devil jugling the juglers souls away No thou could'st weare no visard nor pretend And be a changeling for some worldly end But thy firme conscience which had search't and tri'd For truth sat up its standard fought and di'd I must not call thee Martyr go and be Whatever thy Religion made of thee Blessing on thee Reader and God grant we may ' Wake as he did and ' waking watch to pray In obitum Reverendi senis Doctoris THOMAE CVMBER Carmen Lapidarium AUdi audi fragile caducum corpus Hodierna Ephemeris Histrio Qui nullo potes gemitu nullis artibus Homicidae mortis consilia frangere Etiam hic stando fracessis utique Nulla sunt curarum fomenta Praeterquam cineres atque haec coemeteria Frigida hominum dormitoria Et tenacia ligurientium vermium coenacula At en Quis hic lassus in hypogaeo jacet Gloriosus olim grandaevus elegans senex Reverendissimus Theologiae Doctor Cumberus undeoctogenarius Carleoli nuper Decanus Colendissimus S. S. Individuae Trinitatis Collegii Cantabrigiae Aliquando praefectus apex Sanctissimus Ecclesiasticus Pater Mirificé integri Halcyonci pectoris Heliotropium monarchicum calendula Regia Literarum centimanus Briareus hecatonchiros glossographus Linguarum gazophylacium multifaria janua Nempe graecissaverat in Grajugenam Samarita Chaldaeus Arabs AEthiops Copticus Qui immutabilis epanadiplosi conscientiae Mundana fudit sprevit neglexit omnia Academiarum funditus ruentium calamitatis Prisca ominosa praesaga calamitas Coelestis jam demum Cathedrae Catholicus Metropolitanus factus Archiepiscopus Hîc verò tritos reposuit centones Horsum scilicet nonnunquam omnia Nescis viator nescis revera brevi Qui te it a perdite amas colis adeò Vermes etiam necnè coenaturiant tui Campana saepiús inopinatò vocat Maximeque dubium
illam Ursulam meam Totus Olympus ruet Digna est cui preces Jupiter Vultis ut caelo parcam Descendite superi Ne fracti elabantur orbes Submissi humiles veniam petitâ— Non introspiciendas ad fenestras Cubiculi Citò citò flectite adorate meam Benè habet numina humilitatem laudo Venerari autem meam colere Qua non est major non est pulcbrior Dea Nec in ipsis Superis est Humilitas At tu verò quid ità prope Quisnam es Mars imò Mavors estâ— Ni te auferas seriam Tu autem quis Auden ' retrorsum oculos 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 nebulo quin te ablegas Eja hem è transennâ tandem accersor aedipol Ha nuuc ad amoris Tempe coelum vado Quà m bellè detorquebo cervicem meam Ad dispensanda carpenda suavial Quà m gloriosè feliciter ego Triumphabo hodie in certamine thalami Vah graveolentem teterrimum spiritum Quam sunt nivalia hircosa oscula Huccine res haec illa bellula Nil est monstrosum nil belluinum magis Mulier Decumani capitis Crines habet scirpeos Viperis immistas colubras Subcineritiam mazonomicam paradoxam faciem Inhabitatam manibus Frontem aeramentario Fusori utilem Scutularum instar limes ab invicem oculi Spumâ cervisiae stagnant Pro naso gobium gerit Paradromides nares matulas Labra pastomide digna Sugillata livida Nigriora illinitis calcantho calceis In ore fujcinas habet A sese abhorrentium aberrantium dentium Abecedarium Arabico-persicum Ad commiscenda basia Congrediuntur nasus mentum simùl Et senio pensilis Ictum minatur oculo Supercilii materiaria incrustatio Suòque semper gargarizat phlegmate Et ecce grossos tortuosos digitos Quorum ungues pterigia obtegunt Quò plus intueor hoc inhorresco magìs Ah me Grandebalas olidas Ampullas lagunculas pectoris Meretrix est opimae Hypocondriae Doliaris uteri saginati abdominis En ventris cadum Panarium libidinis bulgam Carnosam obesam pinguiusculam Sub gremiali carbaso furnarium habet Putres cambucâ inguines Arcuatas coxendices Pistoris ischia Protuberantes condylos Quos nec pelvis tegat tonsoria Gradu quanquam incedit grallatorio Uncos dispares si respicias pedes Scazon est animal catalecticum Corpus scopulosum scabie Psorá ulceribus pustulis Siliquas corticesque cum deglubat unguibus Purgando quotidie coenovectorium non est Apage te scraptia Creationis scoria Pythecium barathrum naturae scandalum Carnis ossium Tumultuariò constricta sarcina Difformitatum Gerontocomii epitome Quam qui ducet habiturus est Et paranymphum Daemonem Proserpinam pronubam Sed tamen adesdum amabo meum suavium Ah labellorum delicias Ah dulcedinem Quà m bellè disputant gazae Opulenta tua si cum dote veniat Placebit amabitur Maga quaecunque vel anilis succuba Ad Academiae Matris Nerones viperas CAballinis Mercuri è fontibus Aqua fortis fluat stygia Totis à Parnassi jugis Imbres aceti depluant Adeste Deliani cacodaemones Scabiosi pastores ovium Ego vos perunctos perlinitos dabo Oh si vestrorum cadaverum Nominúmque pollinctor Vel ambidexter corporum lictor forem Mallem etenim ad eculeum patibulum vosmet Quà m vestra ad Ãncudem dogmata Quid Heliconiis vos in alveariis Literarum Cephenes Bombylii Ecclesiae Non ostracismis modo sed bannis digni Relegandi non ad Anticyras sed Girgathum Diaboli protomystae flamines Tartarorum metropolitani Pontifices stygis Apolyonis Heresiarchae Archangeli Infernalis Mustaphae satellites Janizarii Concionatores tympanistae Beelzebub cacozeli apostoli Non genuini Almae Matris filii Sed meretricis Babylonicae spurii Jesuitarum non tibicines modò Sed utriculares tibiae Tam nefaria capita Quid ni suapte lapides tegulae involent Quin excidant vindices trabes Ustulet syderatio vel percellant fulgura Dii boni Musasque Parnassúmque evertere Literatos omnes bonos viros pessundare Orthodoxam Religionem conspuere Christum demutilare destruere Ecclesiam Quibus ipsorum etiam phaselus in portu navigat Rudentem anchor am praecidere Eundèmque cui innitantur baculum frangere Tam lusciosos Myopes Qui quicquid in buccam venit Sacrilegi eructant blasphemi effutiunt Quin aufer at Charon scaphiarius At exitium est felix nimis Et culpandâ—e charitatis votum Quod vos feretro sandapilariis voveat Vivos videntésque comedat scabies Pediculorum vermium AEgyptia cohors Intestina sacrisicentur Proserpinae Et Diis inferis viscera O Homines Qui disseminare Evangelium novum Abdicare Haeredem vineae Dehonestare majorum mores Rescindere edicta Patrum Consuetudines jura ordines Perturbare confundere Abhorrere à veritatis lumine Sancta Religiosa templa violare Ditis atri patefacere januam Bonas animas perdere Judaeos Jesuitas agere Dissimulare mentiri fallere Munus pensum ducitis Quà m net amabilis Christi videtur sponsa Cujus in facie vos inhaeretis turpiter Ignominiosae maculae Literatorum illiterata fa'culenta eluvies Sordes segisterium Populi Quin Academiae has quisquilias Extercorator publicus ca'novectorio efferat The Epistle of Rosamund to King HENRY the Second Written by M. D. Esquire Jf yet thine eyes great Henry may endure These tainted lines drawn with a hand impure Which faine would blush but fear keeps blushing back And therefore suited in despairing black Let me for loves sake their acceptance crave But that sweet name vile I profained have Punish my fault or pity mine estate Reade them for love if not for love for hate If with my shame thine eyes thou faine would ' st feed Here let them surfeit of my shame to reade This scribled paper which I send to thee If noted rightly doth resemble me As this pure ground whereon these letters stand So pure was I e're stained by thy hand E're I was blotted by this foule offence So clear and spotlesse was my innocence Now like these marks which taints this hateful scrowl Such the black sinnes which spot my leprous soul. What by this Conquest canst thou hope to win Where thy best spoile is but the act of sinne Why on my name this slander dost thou bring To make my fault renowned by a King Fame never stoops to things but mean and poor The more our greatnesse our fault is the more Lights on the ground themselves do lessen farre But in the aire each small spark seems a starre Why on my woman frailtie shouldst thou lay So strong a plot mine honour to betray Or thy unlawful pleasure should'st thou buy Both with thine own shame and my infamie 'T was not my minde consented to this ill Then had I been transported by my will For what my body was inforc't to do Heaven knowes
my soule yet ne'er consented to For through mine eyes had she her liking seen Such as my love such had my lover been True love is simple like his mother truth Kindly affection youth to love with youth No greater corsive to our blooming yeares Then the cold badge of winter-blasted haires Thy kingly power makes to withstand thy foes But cannot keep back age with time it growes Though honour our ambitious sexe doth please Yet in that honour age a sowle disease Nature hath her free course in all and then Age is alike in Kings and other men Which all the world will to my shame impute That I my self did basely prostitute And say that gold was fewel to the fire Gray haires in youth not kindling green desire O no that wicked woman wrought by thee My tempter was to that forbideen tree That subtile serpent that seducing devil Which bade me taste the fruit of good and evil That Circe by whose magick I was charm'd And to this monstrous shape am thus transform'd That viprous Hag that foe to her own kinde That devillish spirit to damne the weaker minde Our frailties plague our sexes only curse Hells deep'st damnation the worst evils worse But Henry how canst thou affect me thus T' whom thy remembrance now is odious My haplesse name with Henry's name I found Cut in the glasse with Henry's diamond That glasse from thence fain would I take away But then I feare the aire would me betray Then do I strive to wash it out with teares But then the same more evident appeares Then do I cover it with my guilty hand Which that names witnesse doth against me stand Once did I sinne which memory doth cherish Once I offended but I ever perish What grief can be but time doth make it lesse But infamie time never can suppresse Sometimes to passe the tedious irksom houres I climbe the top of Woodstocks mounting towers Where in a turret secretly I lie To view from farre such as do travel by Whither me thinks all cast their eyes at me As through the stones my shame did make them see And with such hate the harmlesse walls do view As ev'n to death their eyes would me pursue The married women curse my hateful life Wronging a faire Queen and a vertuous wife The Maidens wish I buri'd quick may die And from each place where my abode do flie Well knew'st thou what a Monster I would be When thou didst build this Labyrinth for me Whose strange Meanders turning ev'ry way Are like the course wherein my youth did stray Only a clue doth guide me out and in But yet still walk I circular in sinne As in the Gallerie this other day I and my woman past the time away 'Mongst many pictures which were hanging by The sillie girle at length hap't to espie Chaste Lucrece image and desires to know What she should be her self that murd'red so Why Girle quoth I this is the Romane Dame Not able then to tell the rest for shame My tongue doth mine own guiltinesse betray With that I sent the pratling wench away Lest when my lisping guilty tongue should hault My looks might prove the Index to my fault As that life-blood which from the heart is sent In beauties field pitching his crimson tent In lovely sanguine sutes thy lilie cheeke Whil'st it but for a resting place doth seek And changing oftentimes with sweet delight Converts the white to red the red to white The blush with palenesse for the place doth strive The palenesse thence the blush would gladly drive Thus in my breast a thousand thoughts I carry Which in my passion diversly do vary When as the Sun hales toward the western shade And the trees shadowes hath much taller made Forth go I to a little current neer Which like a wanton traile creeps here and there Where with mine Angle casting in my bait The little fishes dreading the deceit With fearful nibling flie rh ' inticing gin By nature taught what danger lies therein Things reasonlesse thus warn'd by nature be Yet I devour'd the bait was laid for me Thinking thereon and breaking into grones The bubling spring which trips upon the stones Chides me away lest sitting but too uigh I should defile the native pnritie Rose of the world so doth import my name Shame of the world my life hath made the same And to th' unchaste this name shall given be Of Rosamond deriv'd from sinne and me The Cliffords take from me that name of theirs Which hath been famous for so many yeares They blot my birth with hateful bastardie That I sprung not from their Nobilitie They my Alliance utterly refuse Nor will a Strumpet shall their name abuse Here in the garden wrought by curious hands Naked Diana in the fountain stands With all her Nymphs got round about to hide her As when Actaeon had by chance espi'd her This sacred image I no sooner view'd But as that metamorphos'd man pursu'd By his own hounds so by my thoughts am I Which chase me still which way so e're I flie Touching the grasse the honey dropping dew Which falls in teares upon my limber shoe Upon my foot consumes in weeping still As it would say why went'st thou to this ill Thus to no place in safety can I go But every thing doth give me cause of woe In that faire casket of such wondrous cost Thou sent'st the night before mine honour lost Amimone was wrought a harmlesse maid By Neptune that adult'rous god betraid She prostrate at his feet begging with prayers Wringing her hands her eyes swoln up with teares This was not an intrapping bait from thee But by thy vertue gently warning me And to declare for what intent it came Lest I therein should ever keep my shame And in this casket ill I see it now That Ioves love Io turn'd into a Cow Yet was she kept with Argus hundred eyes So wakeful still be Iuno's jealousies By this I well might have forewarned been T' have cleer'd my self to thy suspecting Queen Who with more hundred eyes attendeth me Then had poor Argus single eyes to see In this thou rightly imitatest Jove Into a beast thou hast transform'd thy love Nay worser farre beyond their beastly kinde A Monster both in body and in minde The waxen taper which I burne by night With the dull vaprie dimnesse mocks my sight As though the damp which hinders the clear flame Come from my breath in that night of my shame When as it look't with a dark lowring eye To see the losse of my Virginitie And if a starre but by the glasse appear I straight intreat it not to look in here I am already hateful to the light And will it too betray me to the night Then sith my shame so much belongs to thee Rid me of that by only murd'ring me And let it justly to my charge be laid That I thy person meant to have betray'd Thou shalt not need by circumstance t' accuse me If I