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heaven_n	great_a	see_v	world_n	7,593	5	4.4143	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34824	The mistresse, or, Several copies of love-verses written by Mr. A. Cowley, in his youth, and now since his death thought fit to be published.	Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.	1667 (1667)	Wing C6675; ESTC R21532	35,209	128

Come at night The wisest King refus'd all pleasures quite Till Wisdome from above did him enlight But when that gifts his ignorance did remove Pleasures he chose and plac'd them all in Love And if by event the counsels may be seen This wisdome 't was that brought the Southern Queen She came not like a good old Wife to know The wholsome nature of all plants that grow Nor did so farre from her own Country rome To cure Scal'd heads and broken shins at home She came for that which more befits all VVives The art of Giving not of Saving lives The Despair 1. BEneath this gloomy shade By Nature only for my sorrows made I 'le spend this voice in cries In tears I 'l wast these eyes By Love so vainly fed So Lust of old the Deluge punished Ah wretched youth said I Ah wretched youth twice did I sadly cry Ah wretched youth the fields and floods reply 2. When thoughts of Love I entertaine I meet no words but Never and In vaine Never alas that dreadfull name Which fewells the infernall flame Never my time to come must ●●st In vaine torments the present and the past In vain in vain said I In vain in vain twice did I sadly cry In vain in vain the fields and floods reply 3. No more shall fields or floods do so For I to shades more dark and silent go All this worlds noise appears to me A dull ill-acted Comedy No comfort to my wounded sight In the Suns busie and impert'nent Light Then down I laid my head Down on cold earth and for a while was dead And my freed Soul to a strange Somewhere fled 4. Ah sottish Soule said I When back t'o his Cage again I saw it fly Fool to resume his broken chain And row his Calley here again Fool to that body to returne Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn Once dead how can it be Death should a thing so pleasant seem to Thee That thou shouldst come to live it o're again in Mee The Wish 1. WEll then I now do plainly see This busie world and I shall nere agree The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy And they me thinks deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings The Croud and Buz and Murmurings Of this great Hive the City 2. Ah yet ere I descend to th' grave May I a small House and large Garden have And a few Friends and many Books both true Both wise and both delightfull too And since Love neer wil from me flee A Mistresse moderately fair And good as Guardian Angels are Onely beloved and loving me 3. Oh Founts Oh when in you shall I My selfe eas'd of unpeacefull thoughts espy Oh Fields Oh Woods when shall I be made The happy Tenant of your shade Here 's the spring head of Pleasures flood Here 's wealthy Natures Treasury Where all the Riches lye that she Has coin'd and stampt for good 4. Pride and Ambition here Onely in farre fetcht Metaphors appear Here nought but winds can hurtfull Murmurs scatter And nought but eccho flatter The Gods when they descended hither From heaven did alwaies choose their way And therefore we may boldly say That 't is the way too thither 5. How happy here should I And one dear She live and embracing dye She who is al the world and can exclude In desarts solitude I should then this only fear Lest men when they my pleasures see Should all come im'itate Mee And so make a City here My Diet. 1. NOw by my Love the greatest Oath that is None loves you halfe so well as I I do not ask your Love for this But for heavens sake believe me or I dy No Servant ere but did deserve His Master should believe that he does serve And I 'le ask no more wages though I sterve 2. T is no luxurious Diet this and sure I shall not by 't too lusty prove Yet shall it willingly endure If 't can but keep together Life and Love Being your Prisoner and your slave I do not Feasts and Banquets look to have A little Bread and Water 's all I crave 3. O'n a sigh of Pity I a yeer can live One Tear will keep me twenty at least Fifty a gentle look will give An hundred years on one kind word I 'le feast A thousand more will added be If you an Inclination have for Mee And all beyond is vast Aeternity The Thiefe 1. THou rob'st my Daies of businesse and delights Of sleep thou rob'st my Nights Ah lovely Thiefe what wilt thou doe What rob me of Heaven too Even in my prayers thou hauntest me And I with wild Idolatry Begin to God and end them all to Thee 2. Is it a Sinne to Love that it should thus Like an ill Conscience torture us What ere I do where ere I go None Guiltlesse ere was haunted so Still still me thinks thy face I view And still thy shape does me pursue As if not you Mee but I had murthered You. 3. From books I strive some remedy to take But thy Name all the Letters make What ere 't is writ I find that there Like Points and Comma's every where Me blest for this let no man hold For I as Midas did of old Perish by turning every thing to Gold 4. What do I seek alas or what do I Attempt in vain from thee to fly For making thee my Deitie I gave thee then Ubiquitie My pains resemble Hell in this The divine presence there too is But to torment Men not to give them blisse All over Love 1. T Is well 't is well with them say I Whose short liv'd Passions with themselves can dye For none can be unhappy who ' Midst all his ills a time does know Though nere so long when he shall not be so 1. What ever parts of Me remain Those parts will still the Love of Thee retain For 't was not only in my Heart But like a God by powerfull Art 'T was all in all and all in every Part. 3. My Affection no more perish can Then the first Matter that compounds a Man Hereafter if one Dust of Me Mixt with anothers Substance be 'T will Leaven that whole Lump with Love of Thee 4. Let Nature if she please disperse My Atoms over all the Universe At the last they easily shall Themselves know and together call For thy Love like a Mark is stamp'd on all Love and Life 1. NOw sure within this twelve-month past I ' have lov'd at least some twenty yeares or more The account of Love runs much more fast Then that with which our Life does score So though my Life be short yet I may prove The great Methusalem of Love 2. Not that Loves Howers or Minutes are Shorter then those our Being's measured by But they 'r more close compacted farre And so in lesser room do ly Thin airy things extend themselves in space Things solid toke up little place 3. Yet Love alas

to rest But yet can thee o'retake no more Then this Day can the Day that went before 2. In this our fortunes equall prove To Starres which govern them above Our Starres that move for ever round With the same Distance still betwixt them found 3. In vain alas in vain I strive The wheele of Fate faster to drive Since if round swiftlier it flye She in it mends her pace as much as I. 4. Hearts by Love strangely shufled are That there can never meet a Pare Tamelier then Wormes are Lovers slaine The wounded Heart ne're turnes to wound again The Encrease 1. I Thought I 'le swear I could have lov'd no more Then I had done before But you as easily might account 'Till to the topp of numbers you amount As cast up my Loves score Ten thousand millions was the summe Millions of endlesse Millions are to come 2. I 'me sure her Beauties cannot greater grow Why should my Love do so A reall cause at first did move But mine owne Fancy now drives on my Love With shadowes from it self that flow My Love as we in Numbers see By Cyphers is encreast eternally 3. So the new made and untride Sphears above Took their first turne from th' hand of Jove But are since that beginning found By their owne Formes to turne for ever round All violent Motions short do prove But by the length 't is plain to see That Love 's a Motion Naturall to Mee Loves Visibility 1. WIth much of pain and all the Art I knew Have I endeavour'd hitherto To hide my Love and yet all will not doe 2. The world perceives it and it may be she Though so discreet and good she be By hiding it to teach that skill to Mee 3. Men without Love have so oft cunning grown That something like it they have shown But none that had it ever seem'd to have none 4. Loves of a strangely open simple kind Can no arts or disguises find But thinks none sees it cause it selfe is blind 5. The very Eye betraies our inward smart Love of himselfe left there a part When through it he past into the Heart 6. Or if by chance the face betray not it But keep the secret wisely yet Like Drunkennesse into the Tongue t' will get Looking on and discoursing with his Mistris 1. THese full two howers now have I gazing been What comfort by it can I gain To look on Heaven with mighty Gulfes between Was the great Misers greatest pain So neere was he to Heavens delight As with the blest converse he might Yet could not get one drop of water by 't 2. Ah wretch I seem to touch her now but oh What boundlesse spaces do us part Fortune and Friends and all earths empty show My Lownesse and her high Desert But these might conquerable prove Nothing does me so farre remove As her hard Soules aversion from my Love 3. So Travellers that lose their way by Night If from a farre they chance t' espy Th' uncertain glimmerings of a Tapers light Take flatterring hopes and think it nigh Till wearied with the fruitlesse pain They sit them down and weep in vain And there in Darknesse and Despair remain Resolved to Love 1. I Wonder what the Grave and Wise Think of all us that Love Whether our pretty Fooleries Their Mirth or Anger move They understand not Breath that Words do want Our Sighes to them are unsignificant 2. One of them saw me th' other day Touch the dear hand which I admire My Soule was melting strait away And dropt before the Fire This silly Wiseman who pretends to know Ask't why I look'd so pale and trembled so 3. Another from my Mistresse ' dore Saw mee with eyes all watry come Nor could the hidden cause explore But thought some smoak was in the room Such Ignorance from unwounded Learning Game He knew Tears made by Smoak but not by Flame 4. If learn'd in other things you be And have in Love no skill For Gods sake keep your arts from mee For I 'le be ignorant still Study or Action others may embrace My Love 's my Businesse and my Books her Face 5. These are but trifles I confesse Which mee weak Mortall move Nor is your busie Seriousnesse Lesse trifling then my Love The wisest King who from his sacred brest Pronounc'd all Vanity chose it for the best My Fate 1. GO bid the Needle his dear North forsake To which with trembling reve'rence it does bend Go bid the Stones a journey upward make Go bid th' ambitious Flame no more t' ascend And when these false to their old Motions prove Then shall I cease Thee Thee alone to Love 2. The fast-link'd Chain of everlasting Fate Does nothing ty more strong then Mee to You My fixt Love hangs not on your Love or Hate But will be still the same what ere you doe You cannot kill my Love with your disdain Wound it you may and make it live in pain 3. Mee mine examples let the Stoiks use Their sad and cruell doctrine to maintain Let all Predestinators me produce Who struggle with eternall bonds in vain This Fire I 'me born to but 't is she must tell Whether 't be beams of Heaven or Flames of Hell 4. You who mens fortunes in their faces read To find out mine look not alas on Mee But mark her Face and all the Features heed For only there is writ my Destiny Or if Starres shew it gaze not on the skies But study the Astrol'ogy of her Eyes 5. If thou find there kind and propitious waies What Mars or Saturn threaten I 'le not fear I well believe the Fate of mortall daies Is writ in Heaven but oh my Heaven is there What can men learn from Starres they scarce can see Two great Lights rule the World and her two Me. The Heart-breaking 1. IT gave a pittious groan and so it broke In vain it something would have spoke The Love within too strong for't was Like Poison put into a Venice Glasse 2. I thought that this some Remedy might prove But oh the mighty Serpent Love Cut by this chance in pieces small In all still liv'd and still it stung in all 3. And now alas each little broken part Feeles the whole pain of all my Heart And every smallest corner still Lives with that torment which the Whole did kill 4. Even so rude Armies when the field they quit And into severall Quarters get Each Troop does spoile and ruine more Then all joyn'd in one body did before 5. How many Loves raigne in my bosome now How many Loves yet all of you Thus have I chang'd with evill fate My Monarch Love into a Tyrant State The Vsurpation 1. THou'hadst to my Soule no title or pretence I was mine owne and free Till I had given my selfe to Thee But thou hast me Slave and Prisoner since Well since so insolent thou' rt grown Fond Tyrant I 'le depose thee from thy Throne Such outrages must not admitted be In