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A54716	Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.; Poems. Selections	Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Horace. English.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Mort de Pompée. English.	1667 (1667)	Wing P2033; ESTC R19299	158,166	358

convenient he should bleed Your Sister hates you she is fair and fierce And if she such Victorious Charmes disperse The head of Pompey only can suffice To win the heart of Caesar from her Eyes PTOLOMY This dangerous Woman hath a busie wit PHOTIN But such a service will out-ballance it PTOLOMY But what if Caesar still her Pow'r obey PHOTIN Then flatter her yet mind not what I say Till first you ask in an affair so Nice Achillas and Septimius best advice PTOLOMY Le ts from the Tow'r see them act Pompey's doom And this Debate at their return resume After the first Act of Pompey the King and Photin should be discovered sitting and hearkning to this SONG SInce affairs of the State are already decreed Make room for Affairs of the Court Employment and Pleasure each other succeed Because they each other support Were Princes confin'd From slackening their Mind When by Care it is rufled and Curl'd A Crown would appear Too heavy to wear And no Man would govern the World If the Gods themselves who have power enough In diversions are various and oft Since the business of Kings is angry and rough Their Intervals ought to be soft Were Princes confin'd c. To our Monarch we owe whatsoer'e we enjoy And no grateful Subjects were those Who would not the safty he gives them employ To contribute to his repose Were Princes confin'd c. After which an Antick dance of Gypsies is presented Act. II. SCEN. I. Cleopatera Charmion CLEOPATRA I Love him but a Flame so much refin'd How bright soever dazles not my mind For Vertue makes my inclination know What Caesars Mistress does to Pompey owe And none dares own a passion so sublime But she that scorn's the shaddow of a crime I should but smal Respect to Caesar pay To seek his liove in an unhandsom way CHARMION Can you love Caesar Madam and advise That Egypt should in Armes against him rise That they should Pompey against him Protect And his Pharsalian Triumphs should be checkt Sure Love in you does lttle Empire shew CLEOPATRA This to their high extraction Princes owe That by th' Assistance of their Royal Blood Their Passions are more easily subdu'd Their honour still the Victory will have And whilst they trust themselves they still are brave All the Disorders which in Kings we see To others Councels must imputed be This I the cause of Pompey's ruine Deem The King would help but Photin murthers him Whose Coucel hath his Masters faith o'rethrown Which still had sway'd had he observ'd his own CHARMION You then who Caesar love and yet oppose CLEOPATRA The Love I cherish no dishonour knows But worthy him CHARMION Are you of his secur'd CLEOPATRA I think I am CHARMION But are you well assur'd CLEOPATRA Know that a Princess by her glory mov'd No Love confesses till she be belov'd Nor the most noble passion ever shows When it shall her to a Contempt expose At Rome I first did Caesars Heart invade Where he the first expression of it made And ever since he did to me renew The Tribute of his Vows and Laurel too He march'd through Italy through Gaule and Spain With Love in 's Brest and fortune in his Train Nor did he ever make so brave a Price But he pay'd Homage for it to these Eyes With the same hand which did that weapon quit Wi'th ' Blood of Pompey's party reeking yet He writ complaints and put my fetters on Ev'n in the Field which he had newly won Yes from Pharsalia his submissions came And if his speed be equal to his flame Or rather if the Sea be friend his Fleet Egypt shall see him shortly at my feet He comes my Charmion and from me alone Seeks the reward of all that he hath done And all his glory to my Shrine he brings With the same hand that gives the law to Kings So that ev'n in his Triumphs my disdain Can make the Man that rules the World complain CHARMION Yet I dare swear your charms a pow'r enjoy Which though they boast of they will ne're employ And the great Caesar shall no trouble know If it can only from your rigour grow But what can you expect from Caesar's flames Wherein such right another Woman claims His freedom he by marriage hath resign'd And only to Calphurnia is confin'd CLEOPATRA But a Divorce at Rome so common now May remove her and my desires allow Caesar's Experience him to that may lead Since 't was Calphurnia's passage to his bed CHARMION But the same way may you at length remove CLEOPATRA Perhaps I better shall secure his love Perhaps my passion may find out an Art Better to manage that illustrious Heart But let 's to Heaven leave what may arrive And this Alliance if we can contrive Were it but one day 't were enough for me One day the Mistress of the World to be I have Ambition and be 't good or ill It is the only Sovereign of my Will And 't is this noble passion sure or none A Princess may without a blemish own But yet with Glory I would it enflame Nor would buy Greatness with the loss of Fame For I the brightest Crown can scorn to touch When 't is attended with the least Reproach Wonder not then that I so much pursue Pompey's defence and would my Duty do His injur'd vertue since I cannot right My secret wishes must invoke his flight That some kind storm may so his Ships disperse As may preserve him from his Murtherers But faithful Achoreus comes and he Will quickly tell us Pompey's Destiny SCEN. II. Cleopatra Charmion Achoreus CLEOPATRA What is it done and hath some Treacherous hand With that Rich bloud stain'd our unhappy strand ACHOREUS By your commands I to the shore did run And saw this Treason in its horrour done I saw the greatest Mortal lose his breath And though a sad I saw a glorious death And since a story you require from me So much his Honour and our Infamy Hear now his Fate and wonder and bewail His three Ships in the Harbour striking sail When to our ready Gallies he approach'd He thought the King with his misfortunes touch'd By noble sense of Honour did intend With all his Court to meet so brave a friend But when he only saw a Squiff prepar'd And that too fill'd with Ruffians of his guard Th' ingrateful Treachery did then appear And gave him some approaches of a fear But seeing arm'd Men on our Ships and Shore He blush'd his apprehensions were so Poor And when the Danger was so neer him brought He only on Cornelia's safety thought Let 's but expose saies he this single head To a Reception we may so much dread But whilst I only do the shock sustain Hasten thy flight and my revenge obtain King Juba is more generously enclin'd Where thou thy Father and my Sons shall find But if their Deaths should thee of them deprive Never despair while Cato is alive While their contest

that is above a Queen Madam command all shall your Orders wait CORNELIA O Gods how many Virtues must I hate After the third Act to Cornelia asleep on a Couch Pompey 's Ghost sings this in Recitative Air. From lasting and unclouded Day From joys refin'd above allay And from a spring without decay I come by Cynthia's borrow'd ●eams To visit my Cornelia's Dreams And give them yet sublimer Theams Behold the Man thou lov'dst before Pure streams have wash'd away his Gore And Pompey now shall bleed no more By Death my Glory I resume For 't would have been a harsher doom To outlive the Liberty of Rome By me her doubtful fortune try'd Falling bequeaths my Fame this Pride I for it liv'd and with it Dy'd Nor shall my vengeance be withstood Or unattended with a Flood Of Roman and Egyytian Blood Caesar himself it shall pursue His daies shall troubled be and few And he shall fall by Treason too He by severity Divine Shall be an offering at my Shrine As I was his he must be mine Thy stormy Life regret no more For Fate shall waft thee soon a shore And to thy Pompey thee restore Where past the fears of sad removes We 'll entertain our spotless Loves In beauteous and immortal Groves There none a guilty Crown shall wear Nor Caesar be Dictator there Nor shall Cornelia shed a Tear After this a Military Dance as the continuance of her Dream and then Cornelia starts up as waken'd in amazement saying What have I seen and whither is it gone How great the Vision and how quickly done Yet if in Dreams we future things can see There 's still some joy laid up in Fate for me Exit ACT IV. SCEN. I. Ptolomy Achillas Photinus PTOLOMY WHat with that Hand and with that Sword which had A Victim of th' unhappy Pompey made Saw you Septimius fled from Caesar's hate Give such a bloody period to his Fate ACHILLAS He 's dead Sir and by that you may collect What shame foreseen by him you must expect Caesar you may by this slow anger know The violent does quickly come and go But the consider'd indignation grows Stronger by age and gives the fiercer blows In vain you hope his fury to asswage Who now secure does politickly rage He safely for his Fame concern'd appears Pompey alive abhor'd he dead reveres And of his Slaughter by this Art doth chuse To act the vengeance and yet make the use PTOLOMY Had I believ'd thee I had never known A Master here nor been without a Throne But still with this imprudence Kings are curst To hear too much Advice and chuse the worst At the Pits brink Fate does their Reason blind Or if some hint they of their danger find Yet that false light amiss their Judgment steers Plunges them in and then it disappears PHOTINUS I must confess I Caesar did mistake Since such a Service he a Crime does make But yet his side hath streams and those alone Can expiate your fault and fix your Throne I no more say you silently should bear And your Revenge till he be gone defer No I a better Remedy esteem To justifie his Rivals death on him When you the first Act by the last make good And Caesar's shed as well as Pompey's Blood Rome will no difference in her Tyrants know But will to you from both her Freedom owe. PTOLOMY Yes yes to this all Reasons do perswade Let 's fear no more the greatness we have made Caesar shall still from Us receive his Doom And twice in one day we 'll dispose of Rome As Bondage first let 's Freedom next bestow Let not thy Actions Caesar swell thee so But call to mind what thou hast seen me do Pompey was mortal and so thou art too Thou envy'dst him for his exceeding thee And I think thou hast no more lives than he Thy own compassion for his Fate does shew That thy heart may be penetrable too Then let thy Justice threaten as it please 'T is I must with thy Ruine Rome appease And of that cruel mercy vengeance take Which spares a King but for his Sisters sake My Life and Power shall not exposed be To her Resentment or thy Levity Lest thou to morrow should'st at such a rate Reward her Love or else revenge her Hate More noble Maximes shall my fears expel Thou bad'st me once to chuse my Victims well And my Obedience thou in this shalt see Who know no Victim worthier than thee Nor th' Immolation of whose Blood will draw Better acceptance from thy Son in law But vainly friends we thus foment our Rage Unless we knew what strength we could engage All this may be unprofitable heat The Tyrants Forces being here so great But of our Power let us be first agreed And in what time and method to proceed ACHILLAS We may do much Sir in our present State Two miles from hence six thousand Souldiers wait Which I foreseeing some new Discontents Have kept in readiness for all Events Caesar with all his Arts could not foresee That underneath this Town a Vault should be By which this night we to the Palace may Our Men with Ease and without noise convey T' assault his life by open force alone Would be the only way to lose your own We must surprize him and act our design When he is Drunk with Pleasure Love and Wine The People are all ours for when he made His entry horrour did their Souls invade When with a Pomp so arrogantly grave His Fasces did our Royal Ensigns brave I mark'd what Rage at that injurious view From their incensed Eyes like sparkles flew And they so much did with their fury strive That your least Countenance may it revive Septimius Souldiers fill'd with greater hate Struck with the terrour of their Leader's Fate Seek nothing but revenge on him who them Did in their Captains Person so contemn PTOLOMY But what way to approach him can be found If at the Feast his Guards do him surround PHOTINUS Cornelia's Men who have already known Among your Romans Kindred of their own Seem to perswade us they would help afford To Sacrifice their Tyrant to their Lord Nay have assur'd it and much better may Than we to Caesar the first stabs convey His Clemency not only false but vain Which courts Cornelia that he Rome may gain Will to his Person give them such access As may assure our Plot of a success But Cleopatra comes to her appear Only possess'd with weakness and with fear Let us withdraw Sir for you know that we Are Objects she will much abhor to see PTOLOMY Go wait me SCEN. II. Ptolomy Cleopatra CLEOPATRA Brother I have Caesar seen And have to him your intercessour been PTOLOMY I never could expect an act less kind From you who bear so generous a Mind But your great Lover quickly from you went CLEOPATRA 'T was to the Town t' appease some discontent Which he was told had newly raised been Betwixt the Souldier and the

your future Trophees will grow less And with that Homage be you satisfi'd From him that conquers all the World beside Nor let your Rigour now the Triumph blot And lose the honour which your Beauty got Be just and kind unto your Peace and Fame In being so to him for they 're the same And live and die at once if you would be Nobly transmitted to Posterity Take heed lest in the story they peruse A murther which no language can excuse But wisely spare the trouble of one frown Give him his happiness and know your own Thus shall you be as Honour's self esteem'd Who have one Sex oblig'd your own redeem'd Thus the Religion due unto your Shrine Shall be as Universal as Divine And that Devotion shall this blessing gain Which Law and Reason do attempt in vain The World shall join maintaining but one strife Who shall most thank you for Philasters life To Mr. J. B. the noble Cratander upon a Composition of his which he was not willing to own publickly AS when some injur'd Prince assumes Disguise And strives to make his Carriage sympathize Yet hath a great becoming Meen and Air Which speaks him Royal spight of all his care So th' Issues of thy Soul can ne're be hid And the Sun's force may be as soon forbid As thine obscur'd there is no shade so great Through which it will not dart forth light and heat Thus we discover thee by thy own Day Against thy will snatching the Cloud away Now the Piece shines and though we will not say Parents can Souls as Taper lights convey Yet we must grant thy Soul transmitted here In beams almost as lasting and as clear And that 's our highest praise for but thy Mind Thy Works could never a resemblance find That mind whose search can Nature's secret hand At one great stroke discover and command Which cleareth times and things before whose eyes Nor Men nor Notions dare put on disguise And were all Authors now as much forgot As prosperous Ignorance her self would plot Had we the rich supplies of thy own breast The knowing World would never miss the rest Men did before from Ignorance take their Fame But Learning's self is honour'd by thy Name Thou studiest not belief to introduce Of Novelties more fit for shew than use But think'st it nobler Charity t' uphold The credit and the Beauty of the old And with one hand canst easily support Learning and Law a Temple and a Court. And this secures me for as we below Valleys from Hills Houses from Churches know But to their sight who stand extreamly high These forms will have one flat Equality So from a lower Soul I well might fear A critick censure when survey'd too near But not from him who plac'd above the best Lives in a height which levels all the rest To the Excellent Mrs. Anne Owen upon her receiving the name of Lucasia and Adoption into our Society December 28. 1651. WE are compleat and Fate hath now No greater blessing to bestow Nay the dull World must now confess We have all worth all happiness Annals of State are trifles to our fame Now 't is made sacred by Lucasia's name But as though through a Burning-glass The Sun more vigorous doth pass Yet still with general freedom shines For that contracts but not confines So though by this her beams are fixed here Yet she diffuses glory every where Her Mind is so entirely bright The splendour would but wound our sight And must to some disguise submit Or we could never worship it And we by this relation are allow'd Lustre enough to be Lucasia's Cloud Nations will own us now to be A Temple of Divinity And Pilgrims shall ten Ages hence Approch our Tombs with reverence May then that time which did such bliss convey Be kept by us perpetual Holy-day To the truly Noble Mrs. Anne Owen on my first Approches Madam AS in a Triumph Conquerors admit Their meanest Captives to attend on it Who though unworthy have the power confest And justifi'd the yielding of the rest So when the busie World in hope t' excuse Their own surprize your Conquests do peruse And find my name they will be apt to say Your charms were blinded or else thrown away There is no honour got in gaining me Who am a prize not worth your Victory But this will clear you that 't is general The worst applaud what is admir'd by all But I have plots in 't for the way to be Secure of fame to all posterity Is to obtain the honour I pursue To tell the World I was subdu'd by you And since in you all wonders common are Your Votaries may in your Vertues share While you by noble Magick worth impart She that can Conquer can reclaim a heart Of this Creation I shall not despair Since for your own sake it concerns your care For 't is more honour that the World should know You made a noble Soul than found it so Lucasia NOt to oblige Lucasia by my voice To boast my fate or justifie my choice Is this design'd but pity does engage My Pen to rescue the declining Age. For since 't is grown in fashion to be bad And to be vain or angry proud or mad While in their Vices only Men agree Is thought the only modern Gallantry How would some brave Examples check the crimes And both reproch and yet reform the Times Nor can Morality it self reclaim Th' apostate World like my Lucasia's name Lucasia whose rich Soul had it been known In that Time th' Ancients call'd the Golden one When Innocence and Greatness were the same And Men no battels knew but in a game Chusing what Nature not what Art prefers Poets were Judges Kings Philosophers Even then from her the Wise would copies draw And she to th' infant World had giv'n a Law That Souls were made of Number could not be An Observation but a Prophecy It meant Lucasia whose harmonious state The Spheres and Muses only imitate But as then Musick is best understood When every Chord's examin'd and found good So what in others Judgment is and Will In her is the same even Reason still And as some Colour various seems but yet 'T is but our diff'rence in considering it So she now light and then does light dispence But is one shining Orb of Excellence And that so piercing when she Judgment takes She doth not search but Intuition makes And her Discoveries more easie are Than Caesar's Conquest in his Pontick War As bright and vigorous her beams are pure And in their own rich candour so secure That had she liv'd where Legends were devised Rome had been just and she been canonized Nay Innocence her self less clear must be If Innocence be any thing but she For Vertue 's so congenial to her mind That Liquid things or Friends are less combin'd So that in her that Sage his wish had seen And Vertue 's self had personated been Now as distilled Simples do agree And in