O 't is my wish and my desire That every action should conspire And every power may comply Even for your tranquillity Thus may you thrive till ye inherit The livelyhood your vertues merit 26. To Zoilus 1. WHen I remember what mine eyes have seen And what mine ears have heard Concerning Muses too too young and green And how they have been jeer'd T' expose my own I am afear'd 2. And yet this fear decreases when I call To my tempestuous mind How the strong loines of Phoebus children all Have fall'n by censures wind And in their road what rocks they find 3. But then fresh thoughts my breast surprising lend More stripes of Eglantine For if with strongest Muses they contend And at such wits repine Much more they 'l strike at mine 4. When snotty Zoilus his detested breed Shall their dull fingers lay Upon my volumes and begin to read Th' included lines he 'l say I am but Bacchus boy 5. And what renowned rhymes can be expected From him that 's sopt in juyce Of guzling Aristippus and infected With liquor too profuse His wits are drown'd in 's cruse 6. Thus by my person he 'l my Poems measure 'Cause I am young and poor And who can hinder't if it be his pleasure He 'l say my wit 's no more And I his lash must feel therefore 7. Well what of this though in his furious rage With belching words he saies I am a child a child and under age i th' non age of my days This addes the more unto my praise 8. But now to you the lamps of humane wit And pillars of discretion That on the vertex of Parnassus fit Retaining full possession Of prudence far beyond expression 9. You that can please Mecaenas if you please And daily drink your fills Of wit by courting the Pierides Which do invite your quills To move as water turns the mills 10. If you but please to cast your eys upon The off-springs of my brain With censure soft and see what I have done With love and not disdain I have enough of joyful gain 11. And for reward this promise I will give If ye will but incline To tread within the limits where I live Though all at me repine You shall be serv'd with noble wine 12. The which I 'le boast of to transcend the drinks Wherein the Gods delight Here 's genuine Nectar that 's defil'd and stinks O here 's a lovely golden bright A taste that charms the appetite 13 What though my drowzy Muse is too too dull Wanting some grains of weight Yet Pipes they flow and Hogsheads they are full Of liquor pure and right To which I do you all invite 14. Excluding Zoilus and his crazy crew â— hat fanci'd to contest With Vulcans honest servant 'cause there grew No window in his breast Let them drink Ale and be unblest 27. The way to Wooe 1. HE that would love and gladly win Th' objected scope of his affections Then let him not conceive 't is sin T' attempt the mark by my directions 2. The God of love you know is blind Therefore cannot impartial be The ey 's the window of the mind And who can pâ—ize right if not see 3. Since then love's partial and admits No solid censure in the theme Lovers like Apes must shape their wits To turn the blewest milk to cream 4. Nor must they want those noble skills Of Sophistry whereby to winde Their waxen words to match the wills Not of their own but Ladies mind 5. 〈◊〉 ne're so fond thy mistress be â—ill be thou sure t' administer â—hough she is pleas'd with foolery â—y thou it's wisdom and assist her 6. 〈◊〉 she is proud then praise her beauty â—nd say thou fanciest her attire â—onfess a world of needless duty the laws of Love support a lyar 7. â—et all the thundring Eccho's slip Though sheâ—s the off-spring of disgrace â—â—hrough th' easie crannies of thy lip â—er â—eign'd sormosity to blaze 8. â—f she is wealthy then adore â— Her now and then with gifts of cost â—or if she finds thy present poor â—he'l slâ—ght thee and thy labour 's lost 9. And who so foolish to deny â—o set such costly baits as may â—ake fishes whose validity Will o're and o're his cost repay 10. Great Jove must not presume to see â—Danaâ—'s beauty nor unfold Her lap till in her bosom he Hurls down a shower of gold 11. If she be fair then use to kiss Her lips those gates of Paradise Embrace her oft remembring this Venus delights in veneries 12. When e're she 's pleas'd to smile although It s at conceit yet represent her And when she talks do thou talk too Be thou to her as th' shade to th' center 13. Of stubbornness thou must be clear That thou mayst flee at her request Stand not at tearms although it were T' atchieve some plot thou dost detest 14. Only resist her still in this When she perswades thee not to love And look thou do it with a kiss Affirming thou wilt never move 15. Think nothing scorn that she desires For Hercules have you not heard The tale so glow'd in Cupids fires That for his Dear he 'd spin and card 16. If then the God of vigor who Dislimb'd the Arcadian Boar And slew the Snakes of Juno too That were design'd his sides to goar 17. â—oopt so submissively and bent â—imself so vile a slave to be â—oop thou also and be content â—or if thou lov'st it suits with thee 18. â—â—st as the Steel doth turn unto the face of the magnetick power â—ven in your actions so must you â—cline unto your Paramour 19. 〈◊〉 rhyming fancies rule her brains â—ccustom thou thy self to sing â—asonian and soft Phrygian strains Well mounted on the Cyprian wing 20. Make this thy labour and aspire â—or stuff that may augment the flame And soon you 'l set that breast on fire Whereto your love-sick arrows aime 21. the foes of Love are stubborn words â—ad lowring eyes and lips that pout These cut more sharp then sharpest swords And put your Ladies unto rout 28. Taylors 1. TAylors and Wood-cocks both agree But not in point of skills For both of them we plainly see Do live by their long bills 2. The Taylors scrub the Wood cocks fly So both be quick and nimble The Wood cock trusts unto his eye The Taylor to his thimble 29. Wisdom THou matchless darling of the heavenly race Minerva decked and adorn'd with grace And sacred beauty thou that wilt not be Devirginated by the proudest he That e're assay'd with vigor or with tears I have consum'd the morning of my years In wooing thee yet am as far to win Thy sacred love as when I did begin I cleav'd the waters like a true Meander I sought thee here and did pursue thee yonder Like poor Alphaeus I have followed thee But Arethusa thou hast prov'd to me I cannot gain thee neither can I rest â—â—ll thou residest in my longing breast â—ow shall I
win thee how shall I obtain thee â—hou glorious prize what shall I do to gain thee â—hou happy object thou wilt not be sold â—or sums of silver or for heaps of gold the Indian Gems or Neptunes Corals be â—f no esteem of no validity â—o win this Paragon 'T is only Jove â—hat keeps her seated in his tower above â—hat can procure her me therefore I 'le pray â—ato the King of Heaven that I may â—e wise Thou mover of Celestial motion Attend to my petition and devotion Thee I appeal to under whose protection Remains the Mistress of my best affection â— am in love the object is thy daughter â—ong have I woo'd and longer have I sought her â—ong have I wisht and labour'd to obtain her But my ignoble person cannot gain her Do thou therefore be pleased to infuse My breast with her do thou assist my Muse With heavenly wisedom for she 'l never be Attain'd for me if not infus'd by thee 30. The Mind WHose mind shall I decipher whose intent Shall I now shadow out or represent My own I cannot And I think 't is vain To tell another's in a Dorick strain Of my invention Minds are so unstable That we may title them incomparable No art can shape them they 're so temporary That e're a thought can reach them they will vaâ—â— Strange things they be and who so e're intends To tell a mind what e're it comprehends Must also treat of And this theme 's too ample To be expounded or admit example Both Earth and Heaven Hell Faith Hope and 〈◊〉 Yea ev'ry creature is contain'd therein Have you e'e noted a prodigious cloud In apparition like a man endow'd With manly members and the same appear In the next moment like a shagged bear Then mov'd by Aeolâ—â— anon she shapes Her sable vapor to some Jack an apes This shews the mind in part but pray observe This Cloud in Lands kips Zeuxes well might carvâ— But the deformed Centaures that abide Within the mind cannot be typâ—fiâ—d Suppose Apâ—lles brings his Pensils out Prepares his sundry paints and goes about T' attempt the thing he 'l come as far behind As though he were to Manacle the wind Alas Man knows it not and who can paint A shadow of the thing he 's ignorant Surely these knowing times and you scarce find A man that rightly knoweth his own mind 31. The Interruption CAn I not wanton once a day In her dark night-enlightning ray 〈◊〉 the pale foes of Love must be â—â—par'd to bark and bite at me â—â—n we not spend an hour or two â—hen we have nothing else to do 〈◊〉 Am'rous actions bobs and chocks â—nd twisting fingers in our locks â—â—nerian glances smiles and kisses â—nd such true harmless mirth as this is â—â—t on a sudden there must be â—â—e clownish boars of enmity â—nt to diâ—termine and divide us â—â—nd be as rough as though th' had spi'd us â—ike Zimri and his mate compact â—nd join'd in some uncivil act 〈◊〉 these are clowns and ruâ—tick fools â—hat ne're were taught loves golden rules â—nd like the Dog that will not eat â—or let the Ox lick up the meat â—hou God of Love where e're thou art â—rom these defend us with thy dart â—â—nd thou thy bow and use thy charms While I am rampant in her arms 32. The Requital ANd why did Rose incur such trouble As to reciprocate this bubble A ring to him who only sent To her the vulgar complement That Lovers to their Ladies send Or that which friend may do to friend Nor did I lard it with such words As wanton feigned love affords It was no god of steel intomb'd With golden phrases nor persum'd With powdred oaths The Herald knows 'T was only thus My love to Rose And now my Rose upon this score Returns a Ring what need I more I but alas I cannot flatter Her love I value more then th' matter Expressing it though she presented Me with this Ring I 'm not contented So much as though her lips should move Thus pray salute him with my Love I here 's a token if buâ— true What pleasure might from hence accrue This is a wealth would please me more Then all the gold o th' Indian shore I weigh not gold when I remember That glowing spark that secret ember That true Idaleaâ— coal that burns Rose's breast and freely turns 〈◊〉 me its Magnet this is joy â—e sum of my felicity â—herefore sweet Herald use to bring â—ve Letters rather then a Ring â—â—ough love by tokens is exprest â—et of all tokens love 's the best 33. The Dream 1. LAst night my senses being lockt Food Brizâ— came and boldly knockâ— Against my fancy gate â—nd in her wanton arms she brought As with a strong desire I thought The Empress of my fate 2. â—ho bluâ—hing stood before my face 〈◊〉 As tâ—were expecting my embrace Her bosom being nak't â—hen Panick fear and pleasant hope At once into my spirits crope And mov'd me till I quak't 3. 〈◊〉 mov'd this query in my breast 〈◊〉 Rose in earnest or in jest The Jury prov'd it she â—hen I with furious faith begun Towards this glorious prize to run But reason bridled me 4. Stay stay she said there is no reason Thou shouldst fall on for it is treason Therefore bold youth return But love which reason doth exceed Nay stronger then my self indeed So furiously did burn 5. Within the chimney of my breast That I was quite bereft of rest Till in my arms I felt her Then with a vigorous haste I rushe Upon the girl who wept and blusht Thinking t' have purchast shelter 6. But when I came into the station With equity pray poize my passion Where she appear'd to me I found a stock which neither mov'd Its bulk nor breath'd alas it prov'd Her shape it was not she 34. The Change I Once thought solace had been bound to serve My will for ever 'cause she us'd to carve Such mellow morcels to my sense when I â—â—t at the table of mine infancy â—hen first I entred on this mortal stage â—â—halleng'd peace and pleasure as my page 〈◊〉 heart swom light cleaving the glorious seas 〈◊〉 consolation bliss content and ease â—ith such fair gales that I thought common pleasure â—as mine successively my fathers treasure â—hich he transferr'd to me but now I find â—is as apt to vary as the wind â—hen I was lull'd in the indulgent arms â—f my dear nurse and tickled by her charms â—new no doubt nor did I fear the danger â—f future chance bad fortune was a stranger â—nto my sense I little thought to see the dismal furies now tormenting me â—â—te promis'd fairly when she us'd to bring â—ach hour a mess to me well rellishing â—ut now her bounty is so poor and slender â—hat I can guess her but a meer pretender â—ut let her do her worst now I assure ye â—weet Sack hath set me up above her fury 35. The Mistake â—TVVas long of Midas
mixt and blended With this and that receit â—t's first decayed and then amended From such I must retreat Heavens Nectar I incline bright Apollo's rasie Wine 66. The Air 1. sweet sounds that issue from the Quire Of wing'd Musicians or the Thracian Lyre Be dumb repose your Knells You warbling shrill-mouth'd Philomels Your tones extort my tears Your musick seems unto my ears 〈◊〉 Vrsus to the eye appears 2. â—uses whose charms are Musket-proof â— passive power you may stand aloof Whose active charms can draw Waters from mountains and unthaw A flinty breast you be Of no more value unto me Then Butter flies to Broom-men be 3. Sing to the woods and silver'd brooks I neither like your Sonnets nor your looks Court fools as may affect Your dissonanting dialect My Lute 's more clear and choice Wherein I only can rejoice It is Rosella's heavenly voice 67. Time The Interpreter WHat serious students with their busied bâ— Could ne're unlock what Philosophick pâ— Tri'd and fell short of what strong art ne're â— What was a theme too hard for th' Alchymist What mighty Merlin in his operation Fore sight Prediction and prognostication Could not unroll Time has now detected Yet still he is dispes'd and dis-respected There 's no man crowns him with a wreath of pâ— Compos'd of Lawrel triumph though his waies Are rules of truth while error boldly draws Worlds of applause to her insatiate claws Infected Animals how are ye blinded With misty judgements how intic't and winded With strange belief how nimble and how proâ—â— To build on rottenness Rely upon Deluding Motives making declination From the firm Basis of true revelation â—ge your opinions you unbridled youths â— time not Artists will declare our truths 68. Knowledge THrough the Meander of invented art â— I 've deeply waded and unthaw'd the Ice â— knotty contexts as a â—teely Dart â—ere's through mysteries dark obscure and nice â—r Cypria's function was made known to me â—e with her daughters been too well acquainted â—e known Romes stages and her gallantry â— pastimes Paradise I have been planted 〈◊〉 was my senses oyl'd with such content â—t that displeasure also had its growth â—now what 't was to laugh and to lament â—pell'd the nature and the use of both â—pur'd my genius on my Muse I put â— to the Labyrinth of as deep conclusion â— sense and reason knew I hew'd and cut â—e doors of darkness down and made intrusion â— was acquainted with the starry realm 〈◊〉 others be yet here my knowledge lack't â— knew not him that sitteth at the helm 〈◊〉 whose discretion all the Planets act â—herefore thou root of nature and of art â— Since void of knowing thee makes knowledg void â—fuse no other Science in my heart â—hen of my self and thee my glorious guide 69. The Vineyard 1. ENter you that save with madness Enter you that sigh with sadness And receive the oyl of gladness In the Vine 2. Here 's the mystery of the Muses Here 's the Font Maâ—â—as uses Here wit gains what ere it loses Noble Wine 3. Here 's the Laurel here 's the Bayes Here 's the sum of Poets praise Heare 's the creaâ— of Paâ—s rayes Samous liquor 4. Here 's th' Arseâ—â— whence do spring Presents worthy for a King Here my sâ—neies tender wing Thriveth quicker 70. The Quere SAy shall I love or shall I leave her Shall I leave or love for ever â—ll I part with my profession â— proceed in my progression Eccâ—o 〈◊〉 back suspend thy love for ever â—l home thy heart again and leave her â—o much of one sort breeds lothing â—kes the object fit for nothing â—yls the fancy spoils the sense â—ns delight to penitence â—cially in those that summon â—eir wits to attend a woman â—en refuse fall off and leave her 〈◊〉 thou lose thy bliss for ever â—ing once engag'd thy credit â—n may curse that ere you did it 〈◊〉 if beauty moved thee â— adventure that may flee â—en that face which once was fire â—calcine shall now expire â— Lamps of Zealots and shall choke â—y own sense with thy own smoke â—d you 'l feel in such a case â—ch disease or much disgrace â—ou go your credits lost â—ou stay you will be crost 〈◊〉 how dismal is 't for he 〈◊〉 whose love formalitie â—ps or the affection where 〈◊〉 wells not for love but fear â—en return return and leave her Lest thou art a fool for ever What avails thy wanton courting Kissing clipping hugging sporting Smiling beckning musing glancing Winding tripping footing dancing Chopping changing mingling words All the joy that love affords What art thou for this the better Only thou art made a debtor For 't Although thy Mistress swims Over the glorious Cherubims In thy fancy she 'l not scorn To salute thee with a horn For thy requital Such there be Then love not such vanity O return return and leave her Else I 'le say th' art mad for ever He 's a fool that loves to be Vassal'd when he may be free 71. The life and death of Sarah SArah liv'd and Sarah lov'd Sarah thriv'd and Sarah mov'd Sarah sat and Sarah slept Sarah wak't and Sarah wept Sarah sob'd and Sarah smil'd Sarah was begot with child Sarah sigh't and Sarah song And Sarah could not hold her tongue Sarah pist and Sarah cri'd Sarah shit and so she di'd 72. The Messenger LOve commands his servant out To the woods to range about For a Mistress for his Master Cause he wanted such a plaister As a Lady Out he gots Through the woods streams verse and prose One he found and then return'd To the man that sight and burn'd Expectation did advance And hope had the predominance Love repli'd to th' Agent then Dost thou gladly turn agen Art thou fraited with my blâ—ss Then he answers Master yes But what hast thou prepar'd for me Is she coy or is she free Is she tall or is she low Is she slender lean or no Is she square or is she round Is she sick or is she sound Do the Gods confess their duty Is to worship such a beauty Is but Venus scarce her type Is she green or too too ripe Is she foul or is she fair Is she not at others are Is she white or is she black Or what i' st that she doth lack Answer I have prepar'd for thee enough She 's coy enough add free enough She 's Low enough and tall enough She 's big enough and small enough She 's fat enough and lean enough She 's rich enough and mean enough She 's young enough and strong enough She 's short enough and long enough She 's sick enough and sound enough She 's square enough and round enough She 's black enough and white enough She 's foul enough and bright enough She 's thin enough and quick enough And she will soon be thick enough If you can give her P enough 72. The Mask of Adonis WHen all the night Ravens Bats of the 〈◊〉
lights of the world with yoâ—â— vapours He 's curst that relies on your pitiful look He 's blest that doth banish you out of his book Your matter conâ—umes and it dies like your tapourâ—â— It moulders away like the drammes of a day And there 's no man doth find it enough to contenâ— him The best it will do is to cheat and prevent him 2. I neither will value your promise nor powers I will not aspire at the uppermost throne Give me but an Angel take whose will the Crownâ— All goodness that thence doth accrew's like the showers That fall in the springs or the bird that now sings And is hush from her bush by a puff if you measure You 'l find there is more of distraction then pleasureâ— 3. â—â—ere can be no merit nor object of honour More worthy then this for a man to command His glasses as subjects his pots as a land He that can do this has all wealth for he won her And then he may scorn to be overborn By the trampling feet of the Court or obey them His freedome of mind doth out wit and o're-sway them 4. Do you but anoynt me with unction of bottles Then I will be King and then I will be Prince Then I will confute and then I will convince And teach you more knowledge then ten Aristotles And I will not fear then your almighty men Whose terrible voices can shake the foundations Of great ones and small ones all over the nations 5. Then I and my people would joyntly conspire â—e sway them by love and they shall not â—efuse â—e cheer up my spirits and strengthen my Muse By the wholsome heat of Bacchus his fire And I will not care how State matters shall go 'T is not the great Soldan himself nor his asses Can prove the least title they have to our glasses 6. He has but the genius of power to rule us My Fancy's an Island that lives by the store Of its own native riches and needeth no more Why then should the Lord of the Ocean befool us Let 's drink a free health to our own Commonâ— wealth For I le burn out this lump of my body to ashes Before I le be frighted by fools or their flashes XI The Ejection 1. NOw I have wean'd my wits aside From Melancholy's dismall breast And from thy conceited care my genius bids forbear And will no more the duggs abide That kept her soul unblest Of nourishment and rest 2. I 've sent sad thoughts to be exil'd I' th' broker of Oblivions book I vow I will give o're range about no more To seek for glory pomp or gold All time thus spent we spill Insatiate souls to fill 3. World I have tri'd thee and I see The frailty of thy temper such As secretly deludes each fancy that intrudes On that supposed good of thee Far off you promise much Yet crumble by each touch 4. Why then dull fate should I desire To wait upon thy wavering heels I know thy wanton tricks alas thou canst not fix More then the mettal in the fire Who ere thy goodness feels It slips away like Eeles 5. My aspiration at the Throne My dartings at Nobility My labour for the word of Worship or my Lord Shall fall into Oblivion Gooodness is alter'd in mine eye Worms take it what care I. 6. Place me but on the jovial joint Of Bacchus his fraternal crew There we will govern point by point Wee 'l drink deep healths to you And make no more ado 12. The Suit AH me Rosella what dost meane Must I weane From thee mine eyes away so quick Can one glance Ere advance Future hopes or a dance To remain in my breast I am sick 2. I am deeply sick of love Come remove These mists away by thy bright face You can cease If you please The rage of my diseases 'T is your sweet presence doth it chase 3. Have you a heart to teare and rent My content Is this the rhetorick of your zeale Have you vow'd To be proud 'Cause Nature you indow'd With beauty both to kill and heale Oh stay and doe not leave the City Heale me for love or else for pity 13. Loves best object 1. SOme say that they Will onely love where beauty lies But sure such lovers lose their way And Cupid blinds their slippery eyes Such gilded love Unfixt will prove And various as the weather For look when beauty doth decay Then it and love will die together 2. Some say that they To wealthy girles will onely share Their hungry soules but these I say Deceitfull sons of Venue are For the intent Of him that 's bent Unto such base affection Is rather riches to enjoy Then vertuous parts or good complection 3. Some say that they Will onely turn their wandring eyes And stragling spirits to obey The Nymphs of Pallas grave and wise Such love as this Most noble is And highly to be prised But make not wit your only prey If you by me will be advised 4. Some say that they At Vertues center only shoot And such as these might find the way To happiness if they would do 't But yet alas Aside they pass And misapply their prizes For those that vertues be they say By trial prove but rotten vices 5. But now I vow I 'le tell you how it 's best to love Love verâ—ue wealth wit beauty too And this will not unhappy prove How bright and clear Shall she appear To a judicious lover Who in his apprehensions may These clearly all in one discover 14. To our Mistresses 1. LAdies expell your formal tricks Whereby you wrong your longing nature Strip ye your selves and scorn to mix Such masks and myst'ries in the creature Cog ye and quibble and do what ye caâ— Ye are created for the use of man 2. Why do ye flinch and bend your brows When we demand if ye are willing To wait on Venus each man knows Your fresh doth lust and asks fulfilling Fain flatter and do what ye can Ye are created for the use of man 3. We know your natures and desire Which you conceal with modesty We know the thing you most require In soft pretences sweetly you deny We know you labour all you can To sport and dally and embrace with man 4. Since then in man you so delight Since he 's the summe of your affection Since 't is for him your fancies fight And make intestine insurrection Cast by your coyest veiles and then Present your naked bodies unto men 5. Pine not away with inward fire Waste not your beauty with pretence Wrong not with ecchoes your desire Nothing but sorrows spring from hence Cast by your blankets once agen Present your persons unto naked men 15. An Epithalme 1. GOe goe to bed brook no delay The Curfew Saints-bell calls away Let Mars with Venus freely play 2. Be gone be gone let modesty Not check your fancies but enjoy These nuptiall pleasures legally 3. Doll draw the curtains let
With glittering Nymphs Diana-like that be Set there on purpose to imbellish me From Pole to Pole my fancy flies to clear All insurrections that are gathered there I dispossess bold Boreas and asswage The stubborn sallies of his turdy rage Clearing the air of gloomy clouds and then I 'le kick down Persens from his seat agen And take the sloven that Lucina bears And pull him from his Mistress by the ears And being mounted on her Chrystal brest There will I sip my solace and my rest In her sweet bed of spices will I play From day till night and then from night till day Though Venus frown I care not for I lack No heart to daunt a foe when fill'd with Sack There do I triumph in my glorie for I need not bow to each competitor But laugh to see how sadly they repine And cannot climbe unto such fate as mine There do I smile to see our Zealots creep In clods of earth half ' wake and half asleep Like crawling Tortoises while I arise Mounting aloft like Eagles in the skies Then welcome Sack the only wings that carry A soul into Elysium is Canary 21. Her Continence T Is not the force o' th' golden shower That once so bounteously did poure â—nto Danaâ—'s lap that can Make my chaste Rose a Courtesan â—o Jupiter she will not stay â—er motion like Atalanta â—or th' golden Apples that are flung â—rom th' Wardrobe of a flattering tongue â—o y' are mistaken she is none â—f that slight mettal Shee 'l not owne â—mooth Sycophanters neither will â—he slumber carelesly until Great Jove the thund'rer shall descend â— There being no one to defend â—er from the furies of such fate And as she sleeps divirginate the tender girl as once you know â—e did unto fair Câ—listo â—nd then t' augment her first despair â—ransforms the Wench into a Bear Nor is she like nights queen that stept And kist Endimion as he slept â—eaving her dear Apollo bright â—hat â—till reguilds her horns with light And leaves her own Celestial mirth For the dull pleaâ—ures on the earth No no my Rose will never move The steddy bias of her love Like wav'ring Goddesses 't is she Exceeds them all in constancy And for thy sake my constant Rose The crossest wind that ever blows Shall not untwist that firm decree That Heaven seal'd 'twixt thee and me If wealthy Juno should present Her self with all th' Emolument That e're she had I should refuse Her riches and take thee to chuse If solid Câ—res should adorn My granaries with heaps of â—orn Upon condition that soon after I 'de wed my self unto her daughter I 'de heed her not if Pallas should A Cabinet to me unfold Of all her gemmes I 'de not dismount My love from Rose on this account In Rose there 's Juno Pallas too And there'sa Venus fair and true Mistake me not Rose is not base Shee 's not in act there but in face Therefore dear Rose what e're betide us It shall but wound us not divide us 22. The Soliloquy I Have no riches neither know I where the Mines of Silver grow The golden age I cannot find Yet there is plenty in my mind 'T is wealth I crave 't is wealth that I require Yet there 's no wealth to fill my vain desire Nor hopes thereof to still my craving lyre 2. What shall I do in such a case I am accounted mean and base Both friends and strangers frown on me â— Cause I am gaul'd with poverty Well let them frown yet I will not lament Nor value them though fortune has not lent To me her blessings yet 1 have content 3. Alas poor plant of low esteem How base of thee the world doth deem â—'me but an object could my name But once procure the wings of fame Then like Apollo glittering in the skies I 'de ride triumphant and I 'de tympanise Daring the apples of all humane eyes 4. I but I am not so sublime In parts and merits as to clime Into the high terrestrial story Of â—ame triumph renown and glory Yet my content shall vanquish my disease Perhaps if I should climb such stairs as these Like Icarus I might salute the Seas 5. For glory has but waxen wings It 's like the voice of one that sings A Prick-song ditty now he yauls With mounted voice and then he falls So falls our fame for censure will exile it And ill look't Envy quickly discompile it The least disaster may at last defile it 6. I but poor warm diseases pierce The thin and slender universe Of my poor flesh weak flesh yet I Can find no help nor remedy But yet I care not there 's a healthful wind Survey Philosophy and you shall find Sick flesh it better then a sickly mind 7. Then farewel care for carnal wealth For worldly fame and fleshly health I l'e use no Doctor while I find A wholsome temper in my mind I will not grieve no fate shall make me vary Both cross and loss shall be no adversary I l'e wash down all with glasses of Canary 23. The Lovers form LAdy behold a bruise that lies within The folded carpet of our skin Will at the length be clearly found To work it self into a wound That 's visible and will be seen Unto the eye both fresh and green Or like the ember-sparks that lie Rak't up in tenebrosity Which by degrees become a flame Even such is Love and mine 's the same To you fair Madam Therefore know That as these sparks of Love do grow Within my breast I must discover My self to be your faithful lover Nor do I speak with feigned tongue Projecting at your smallest wrong For my intention 's sound and true Lady I' me deep in love with you Your vertues and your beauty joynd Have kindled love up in my mind And such a flame that I am sure Ther 's none beside your self can cure Therefore sweet Mistress do you please By loving me again to ease My wounded heart which must be yours While I am mine or life endures 24. To my friends R. A. I. an Epithalme BEloved Couple may the Gods So rectifie you that no odds May ere distermine or divide The Gordian knot which ye have ti'd Let earnest frownings ne're unfashion Your calm content nor raise your passion May all your acts and postures be Of Cupids brave Artillery And may the greatest of your strife While you shall breath the breath of life No greater be but that a cup Of kissing lips may take it up Long may you live long may you be The darlings of felicity With health and wealth may fate salute ye As well as nature did with beauty 25. Another BRight stars of beauty and more bright In every vertue Since your light Is joyn'd and mingled I will pray To Jove and Juno that there may Be no Ecclipse nor breach of love To hide your glories or to move Your peaceful bosom whilst you be By Heaven allow'd this unity
thy Virgin blooms and then Will leave the branches bare and base Of such licentious greedy men As leave poor Ladies in disgrace 3. Who Jason-like will never spare To spoil the cask so they can get What Jewels it includeth rare Ev'n for the Gem spoil th' Cabinet 4. Attend not to Mercurian lips Gay raiment or Atalanta's balls If once thy foot in publick slip Thousands will lurk to give thee falls 5. And this sage counsel I bequeath You for your good because I see By the inticement of a breath you fell so gently down for me 43 The Blush WEll may she sigh and blush to see My love-dri'd cheeks how pale they be For her light love and lean reward Of my affection leans so hard Upon my vitals that it strains The crimson tincture from my veins And leaves my cheeks to be the right Type of the Lady of the night But stay fond Muses sure you err She wrongs not you but you wrong her For if the slender Love that freez'd In torid Zone of her had squeez'd The tincture from my cheeks sure then She would have gilded those agen By the continual blush and blaze That darts like Paean from her rayes Her tongue 's the mintage I the coin And as she speaks this heart of mine 〈◊〉 formed as the signets be To wax so are thy words to me â—f then her words can wrest my nature Her blush may burnish my dull feature 〈◊〉 but the weakness of her love Doth still perswade her to remove And vail her cheeks so that the cause Which from my face the tincture draws Doth also hinder and debar My pined visage from repair Why then suppose thy self a fly So mayst thou buz beneath her eye Then her hot eyes or fragrant breath May scortch or stifle me to death Oh that were best of all 't is better fate To die Loves Martyr then to live in hate 44. The Protest 1. LAdy let not a tear trickle down or appear In your eye To conceive I should leave My affecting of you till I die 2. May the Bell never toll as a foy to my soul When it flies From its urn to return To the place whence it came o're the skies 3. May the Sun never shine on this forehead of mine VVhile I breath If that I e're deny To adore and to love thee till death 4. May the horrible itch or the ghost of a witch Torture me If I prove to remove My engagements fair Lady from thee 5. But why should I speak that have no force to breâ—â— My design For as well may I sell My own life as forbear to be thine 6. Can the water remove from beneath to above VVithout art No you know it cannot so No more can I alter my heart 7. Can the day light go out while the Sun goes abouâ— In the Sphear No you know 't cannot so No more can my zeal to my Dear 8. Th' art Queen of my soul and hast force to controuâ— Each decree For alas even as Steel to the Loadstone so I am to thee 9. â—nce then there 's no force can divide or divorce Us in twain â—hrow aside peevish pride â—hile I kiss thee again and again 10. â—t us wantonly play kiss and clip while we may Without scorn â—r if we merry be â—ver night I 'le not leave thee i' th' morn 45. The Item WHat I always grumbling always whining Still fuming raving and repining â—hat ails my brat to be so pettish â—o cross so peevish and so frettish â—urst Cur what makes thee thus I say â—hy wearest thou thy self away â—n macerating envies wheel â—hat inward mover dost thou feel â—r is it ought that dwells in me â—hat does extort thy voice and thee â—ure then I 'le say and yet I will not flout thee the Devil 's in thee or thy wit 's without thee 46. The Maids Soliloquie 1. YOu Virgins of the Queen of Lovers Come and consult with me a while Help me to chase this bird that hovers About my breast into exile Shew me a way Whereby I may In stead of sighing take delight to smile 2. What though he 's gone in wrath departed Shall I for ever more lament No I will not be so faint-hearted It shall not cause me to repent Though he has left Me and bereft Me of his love yet I have my content 3. When in his arms I was confined A jealous frenzy vext my brain And I each moment was enjoined To feel the sting of Cupids pain For then I thought I had been caught But now my heart 's become mine own again 4. If it were needful I should marry I need not labour for a lad But I will rather chuse to tarry â—est some should think that I were mad For when I wed My joyes are fled And all my good days will be turn'd to bad 5. And since his absence greatly cases Me of my sorrows and my care â—ray let him wander where he pleases And not return till I despair The which shall be When you shall see Both Towns and Castles builded in the air 47. The Dialogue VVHat mean those golden locks About Rosella's head These shew in what bewitching stocks Thy heart lies fettered Why is her lofty brow so fair Like Eurus cheek so red 'T is her blush and doth declare Where modesty is bred What means that moisture that appears In her bright eyes like Pearl It signifies how Cyprian tears Flew dayly from the girl Wherefore does she withdraw her eyes When I accost her beams Because her rayes should not annoy Thy sight by their extreams And wherefore does her crimson hue So often change and vary O 't is a Herald sent to you To wish you to be wary What ailes her lips more hard to be Then Coral or the Rubie This shews the clownishness of thee For thou art but a boobie Pray tell me more apparently Wherein the truth of this is Because you do not mollifie Them by your moistning kisses What mean those knots upon her breast And pray what is their duty 〈◊〉 Why feeble art is here exprest â— wait on natures beauty 〈◊〉 What mean her hands to look so white â— though they were 〈◊〉 snow â— This shews that love it cold and light â—hich in her heart doth grow â—nd youth thou lyest and 't is but thy pretence â—an refute thee by experience 48. The Times 1. MY heart alas is ever dying And yet is never dead â—ke ful-lblown Dames I lie out-crying Yet am not brought to bed 2. â—alm they say succeeds a storm Alas why I beleeve it â—d good it also chac't by harm Which dayly lurks to grieve it 3. 〈◊〉 some unhappy news to day Tranquillitie's exil'd â—d all my joyes consume away â—d thus I am beguil'd 4. Perhaps anon this rigid act Is by the court repeal'd And then I am with pleasures back't And all my wounds are â—â—l'd 5. But this is that which ne're endures Above a day at most Some cruel jog doth
fault and see it secretly 6. They 'l promise much 't is true And yet They are slack to pay and will not you Do it Come come revise your self you 'l see Her vice is your Epitomy 84. Rosella Sleeping BLow not Zephyrus in the least give o're Dexamine to dash against the shore Advance thy trident and put down thy billows Oh Neptune buzze not in the muffled willows Peace Hornets musick is of no effect Where dull ey'd Morpheus holds the intellect Then cease Canary-birds and let her rest Breathing on me while I breath on her breast Whose balmy breath so fragrant shall refresh The mournful passion of my panting flesh While her sweet eye-lids on her eyes laid down Screen her poor lover from the torrid Zone â—â—h is our walking in a Summers day â—â—en cooler clouds mask Titans fiery â—ay â—â—en whistling Myrtles peace refrain to shake â—ke not Rosella till Rosella wake 85. Minerva 1. AWay away all you that be Of Cupids gang your sugered faces Are no Magneticks unto me I can detest your soft embraces â—eed not care to flie from you â—ave the Graces and the Muses too 2. Go Vulcan go and tell thy tale And shew thy vices to another Thou never shalt on me prevail I 've wit enough thy flames to smother 〈◊〉 can take pleasure void of you â—ave c. 3. Go ruffling Courtiers and salute Such as you know will fall before ye No powder'd hair nor Sunday suit Shall bribe Minerva to adore ye I can take pleasure c. 4. Go enviâ—s cursed whelps and sit Where snaky Strigies use to dally And you that spurn like Zoilus wit Go rest you in Charybdis valley I can rejoice in spite of you I have the Graces and the Muses too 86. The Charm 1. COme my fairest come my dearest Come my dearest come my fairest Let 's enjoy Cupids pleasure In full measure Since here 's none but thee and I. 2. Give me kisses give me blisses Give me blisses give me kisses Do not arise Let us dally In loves valley While Apollo shuts his eyed 87. Rosella Maskt 1. â—O have I seen cloud impair The azure Heavens and the fair â—â—bition of the Prince o' th' air 2. â—nd I have seen the Borean weather â—eep all the clouds away together â—nd drive them to I know not whither 3. â—ven so I 've seen a Mask obscure â—osella's cheek and vail the pure â—â—lustrious blood her veins immure 4. â—nd I have seen the vail has gone â—nd disinvellop't that fair Sun â—s soon as I have breath'd thereon 88. Tom Tell-troth 1. I Love not a cast in the eye Nor lead in the edges of Kniveâ— I love not a man that will lye Unless 't be with other mens wives 2. I love not the ribs of a Lark I love not the brains of a Crow I love not a Dog that will bark Except he will bite also 3. I love not to sit on a bench While you put my foot in the Stocks But I love a beautiful wench Provided she has not the Pox 4. I care not for hunting the Hare I care not for coursing the Coney I care not for selling my wave If I thought I should get no money 5. I care not for courting a Witch Nor drinking of Milk when 't is hairy I care not for eating of Pitch But I love to be drinking Canary 6. I love merry lads in my heart That mirth with their honesty have â—as for a fool I care not a fart â—nd I cannot endure a knave 89. The Dejection 1. â—Hy art thou chain'd to th' world caâ—st not remove A little higher to the orbs above 〈◊〉 slenderly dost thou thy stock improve 2. â—y is thy heart contained in a snare â—at secret thought dulls fancy Oh what are 〈◊〉 thoughts invellop't with the clouds of care 3. 〈◊〉 cam'st thou thus what Cell-created news 〈◊〉 down thy progress what condition screws 〈◊〉 genius to the post and dulls my Muse 4. â—â—d down this fog and let the beams of light 〈◊〉 a light heart I mean display their bright â—ntial glories to disband the night 5. not within thy self what life is this 〈◊〉 mirth is sadness sorrow is thy bliss â—u liv'st below a man and think'st amiss 90. O Yes O Yes O yes O yes If any man In City Town or Country can Tell tidings of my Love that 's fled Out of the warm and naked bed Last night while I lay slumbring by her Let him bring word unto the Crier And for his labour he shall have As large requital as he 'l crave Her Characters be these She 's drest VVith honesty and that 's the best Attire I think that Ladies wear Prudence has pleated up her hair As for her face where e're you spie A girl whose beauty blinds your eye And wounds your heart say that is she And then conduct her safe to me For till I find her I must trace Through all the thickets and the groves Where lovers use to look their loves VVith Heroules I 'le search the fountains And make an Eccho in the mountains For my fair one that 's fled and hid As he for his dear Hylas did The torch of Cores I will borrow I 'le search to day and seek to morrow Baulking no trouble nor no pain Till I have found her out again 〈◊〉 â—onder yonder sure she stands 〈◊〉 heavens wringing both her hands 〈◊〉 that 's not she too 't is a cloud 〈◊〉 which poor Ixion once was proud â—m mistaken I must leave â—d travel on lest I deceive 〈◊〉 hopes and smother up my love 〈◊〉 will my search immortal prove 91. The Reply ANd is she gone Ah pity then That she should ere return agen 〈◊〉 you dull Clown whose slumbering eye â—â—uld fall asleep when she lay by â—e was a jewel it is true â—â—d was esteemed so by you â—hen you had lost her Learn you then â—â—ver she return agen 〈◊〉 keep her as a Gem of cost â—nd prize the Gem before it 's lost â—t all my fear is that you had Tytians face This is no lad â—r fair Aurora she will buss â—ther the young spark Caephalus â—nd from her bed each morning flie 〈◊〉 wanton in the southern Skie â—â—ntent you then with crazy age â—nd if the Nymphs of Cupids stage Fly off from thence this is the reason They love not faces out of season Time-wasted flesh and wrinkled brows Are no fit objects for their bows Love's fresh and young the like it loves But snorting age it never moves 93. A Token HEre take my heart my heart and body too Had I a greater gift I 'de give it you The Exception COuld I but sink into your thoughts and spy Your roving fancy in your rolling eye I 'de cast mine eyes upon 't and if I found Your love was loyal and your heart was sound I would accept them but I dare not take Vail'd Gems at venture nor presume to make Such cover'd bargains Leave your suit fond lover Unless the gift you