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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61943	Fragmenta aurea A collection of all the incomparable peeces, written by Sir John Suckling. And published by a friend to perpetuate his memory. Printed by his owne copies.	Suckling, John, Sir, 1609-1642.	1646 (1646)	Wing S6126A; ESTC R219681	147,585	358

it in my power To love thee now this hower More then I did the last I would then so fall I might not love at all Love that can flow and can admit increase Admits as well an ebbe and may grow lesse 2. True Love is still the same the Torrid Zones And those more frigid ones It must not know For love grown cold or hot Is lust or friendship not The thing we have For that 's a flame would dye Held down or up too high Then think I love more then I can expresse And would love more could I but love thee lesse To my Friend Will. Davenant upon his Poem of Madagascar WHat mighty Princes Poets are those things The great ones stick at and our very Kings Lay down they venter on and with great ease Discover conquer what and where they please Some Flegmatick Sea-Captain would have staid For money now or victuals not have waid Anchor without 'em Thou Will do'st not stay So much as for a wind but go'st away Land'st view'st the Country fight'st put'st all to rout Before another could be putting out And now the news in Town is Dav'nant's come From Madagascar Fraught with Laurel home And welcom Will for the first time but prithee In thy next Voyage bring the gold too with thee To my Friend Will. Davenant on his other Poems THou hast redeem'd us Wil. and future Times Shall not account unto the Age's crimes Dearth of pure wit since the great Lord of it Donne parted hence no Man has ever writ So neer him in 's own way I would commend Particulars but then how should I end Without a Volume Ev'ry line of thine Would ask to praise it right twenty of mine 1. LOve Reason Hate did once bespeak Three mates to play at barley-break Love Folly took and Reason Fancy And Hate consorts with Pride so dance they Love coupled last and so it fell That Love and Folly were in hell 2. They break and Love would Reason meet But Hate was nimbler on her feet Fancy looks for Pride and thither Hyes and they two hugge together Yet this new coupling still doth tell That Love and Folly were in hell 3. The rest do break again and Pride Hath now got Reason on her side Hate and Fancy meet and stand Untoucht by Love in Folly's hand Folly was dull but Love ran well So Love and Folly were in hell Song 1. I Prethee spare me gentle Boy Presse me no more for that slight toy That foolish trifle of an heart I swear it will not do its part Though thou dost thine employ'st thy power and art 2. For through long custom it has known The little secrets and is grown Sullen and wise will have its will And like old Hawks pursues that still That makes least sport flies onely where 't can kill 3. Some youth that has not made his story Will think perchance the pain 's the glory And mannerly sit out Loves Feast I shall be carving of the best Rudely call for the last course 'fore the rest 4. And oh when once that course is past How short a time the Feast doth last Men rise away and scarce say grace Or civilly once thank the face That did invite but seek another place Vpon my Lady Carliles walking in Hampton-Court garden Dialogue T. C. I. S. Thom. DIdst thou not find the place inspir'd And flow'rs as if they had desir'd No other Sun start from their beds And for a sight steal out their heads Heardst thou not musick when she talk't And didst not find that as she walkt She threw rare perfumes all about Such as bean blossoms newly out Or chafed spices give J. S. I must confesse those perfumes Tom I did not smell nor found that from Her passing by ought sprung up new The flow'rs had all their birth from you For I pass't o're the self same walk And did not find one single stalk Of any thing that was to bring This unknown after after spring Thom. Dull and insensible could'st see A thing so near a Deity Move up and down and feel no change J. S. None and so great were alike strange I had my Thoughts but not your way All are not born Sir to the Bay Alas Tom I am flesh and blood And was consulting how I could In spite of masks and hoods descry The parts deni'd unto the eye I was undoing all she wore And had she walkt but one turn more Eve in her first state had not been More naked or more plainly seen Thom. 'T was well for thee she left the place There is great danger in that face But had'st thou view'd her legg and thigh And upon that discovery Search't after parts that are more dear As Fancy seldom stops so near No time or age had ever seen So lost a thing as thou hadst been To Mr. Davenant for Absence WOnder not if I stay not here Hurt Lovers like to wounded Deer Must shift the place for standing still Leaves too much time to know our ill Where there is a Traytor eye That lets in from th' enemy All that may supplant an heart 'T is time the Chief should use some Art Who parts the object from the sence Wisely cuts off intelligence O how quickly men must die Should they stand all Loves Battery Persindaes eyes great mischief do So do we know the Canon too But men are safe at distance still Where they reach not they cannot kill Love is a fit and soon is past Ill dyet onely makes it last Who is still looking gazing ever Drinks wine i' th' very height o' th' Fever Against Absence MY whining Lover what needs all These vows of life Monastical Despairs retirements jealousies Aud subtile sealing up of eyes Come come be wise return again A finger burnt's as great a pain And the same Physick self same art Cures that would cure a flaming heart Would'st thou whilst yet the fire is in But hold it to the fire again If you Dear Sir the plague have got What matter is 't whether or not They let you in the same house lie Or carry you abroad to die He whom the plague or Love once takes Every Room a Pest-House makes Absence were good if 't were but sence That onely holds th' Intelligence Pure love alone no hurt would do But love is love and magick too Brings a mistresse a thousand miles And the sleight of looks beguiles Makes her entertain thee there And the same time your Rival here And oh the divel that she should Say finer things now then she would So nobly Fancy doth supply What the dull sence le ts fall and die Beauty like mans old enemy 's known To tempt him most when hee 's alone The ayre of some wild o'regrown wood Or pathlesse Grove is the Boyes food Return then back and feed thine eye Feed all thy sences and feast high Spare dyet is the cause Love lasts For Surfets sooner kill than Fasts A Supplement of an imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr.

I must confesse my Lord had but the Princes ills Prov'd sleight and not thus dangerous Hee should have ow'd to me at least I would Have laid a claime unto his safetie and Like Physicians that doe challenge right In Natures cures look'd for reward and thanks But since 't was otherwise I thought it best To save my selfe and then to save the State Ari. 'T was wisely done Zir. Safely I 'me sure my Lord you know 't is not Our custome where the Kings dislike once swells to hate There to ingage our selves Court friendship Is a Cable that in stormes is ever cut And I made bold with it here is the warrant seal'd And for the execution of it if you thinke We are not strong enough we may have Iolas for him the King did name Ari. And him I would have named Zir. But is hee not too much the Prince's Sir Ari. Hee is as lights in Sceanes at Masques What glorious shew so e're he makes without I that set him there know why and how Enter Jolas But here he is Come Jolas and since the Heav'ns decreed The man whom thou should'st envie should be such That all men else must doo 't be not asham'd Thou once wert guiltie of it But blesse them that they give thee now a meanes To make a friendship with him and vouchsafe To find thee out a way to love where well Thou couldst not hate Jol. What meanes my Lord Ari. Here here he stands that has preserv'd us all That sacrific'd unto a publique good The dearest private good we mortalls have Friendship gave into our armes the Prince When nothing but the sword perchance a ruine Was left to doe it Iol. How could I chide my love and my ambition now That thrust me upon such a quarrell here I doe vow Zir. Hold doe not vow my Lord let it deserve it first And yet if Heav'n blesse honest mens intents 'T is not Impossible My Lord you will be pleas'd to informe him in particulars I must be gone The King I feare already has been left Too long alone Ari. Stay the houre and place Zir. Eleven under the Tarras walke I will not faile you there Goes out returns back again I had forgot 'T may be the small remainder of those lost men That were of the conspiracie will come along with him 'T were best to have some chosen of the Guard Within our call Exit Ziriff Ari. Honest and carefull Ziriff Jolas stands musing How now Planet strooke Iol. This Ziriff will grow great with all the world Ari. Shallow man short ●●ghteder than Travellers in mists Or women that outlive themselves do'st thou not see That whil'st hee does prepare a Tombe with one hand For his friend he digs a Grave with th' other for himselfe Iol. How so Ari. Do'st thinke hee shall not feele the weight of this As well as poore Thersames Iol. Shall wee then kill him too at the same instant Ari. And say the Prince made an unluckie thrust Iol. Right Ari. Dull dull he must not dye so uselesly As when we wipe off filth from any place We throw away the thing that made it cleane So this once done hee 's gone Thou know'st the People love the Prince to their rage Something the State must offer up who fitter Than thy rivall and my enemy Iol. Rare our witnesse will be taken Ari. Pish let me alone The Giants that made mountaines ladders And thought to take great Iove by force were fooles Not hill on hill but plot on plot does make Us sit above and laugh at all below us Exeunt Enter Aglaura and a Singing Boy Boy Madam 't will make you melancholly I 'le sing the Prince's Song that 's sad enough Agl. What you will Sir SONG NO no faire Heretique it needs must bee But an ill Love in mee And worse for thee For were it in my Power To love thee now this hower More than I did the last I would then so fall I might not Love at all Love that can flow and can admit increase Admitts as well an Ebb and may grow lesse 2 True Love is stil the same the torrid Zones And those more frigid ones It must not know For Love growne cold or hot Is Lust or Friendship not The thing wee have For that 's a flame would die Held downe or up to high Then think I love more than I can expresse And would love more could I but love thee lesse Agl. Leave mee for to a Soule so out of Tune As mine is now nothing is harmony When once the maine-spring Hope is falne into Disorder no wonder if the lesser wheeles Desire and Ioy stand still my thoughts like Bees When they have lost their King wander Confusedly up and downe and settle no where Enter Orithie Orithie flie flie the roome As thou would'st shun the habitations Which Spirits haunt or where thy nearer friends Walk after death here is not only Love But Loves plague too misfortune and so high That it is sure infectious Ori. Madam so much more miserable am I this way than you That should I pitie you I should forget my selfe My sufferings are such that with lesse patience You may indure your owne than give mine Audience There is that difference that you may make Yours none at all but by considering mine Agl. O speake them quickly then the marriage day To Passionate Lovers never was more welcome Than any kinde of ease would be to mee now Ori. Could they be spoke they wre not then so great I love and dare not say I love dare not hope What I desire yet still too must desire And like a starving man brought to a feast And made say grace to what he nere shall taste Be thankfull after all and kisse the hand That made the wound thus deepe Agl. 'T is hard indeed but with what unjust scales Thou took'st the weight of our mis-fortunes Be thine owne Judge now Thou mourn'st for losse of that thou never hadst Or if thou hadst a losse it never was Of a Thersames Would'st thou not thinke a Merchant mad Orithie If thou shouldst see him weepe and teare his haire Because hee brought not both the Indies home And wouldst not thinke his sorrowes very just If having fraught his ship with some rich Treasure Hee sunke i' th' very Port This is our case Ori. And doe you thinke there is such odds in it Would Heaven we women could as easily change Our fortunes as 't is said we can our minds I cannot Madam thinke them miserable That have the Princes Love Agl. Hee is the man then Blush not Orithie 't is a sinne to blush For loving him though none at all to love him I can admit of rivalship without A jealousie nay shall be glad of it Wee two will sit and thinke and think and sigh And sigh and talke of love and of Thersames Thou shalt be praising of his wit while I Admire he governes it so well Like this thing said thus th'