were KINGDOMES These shed a nobler influence These by a pure intelligence Of more transcendent Vertue move These first feele then kindle Iove From the bosomes they inspire These receive a mutuall sire And where their slames impure returne These can quench as well as burne GENIVS Here the fare victorious eyes Make Worth only Beauties prize Here the hand of Vertue tyes 'Bout the heart lov's amorous chayne Captives tryumph Vassals reigne And none live here but the slaine CHORVS These are th' Hisperian bowers whose faire trees beare Rich golden fruit and yet no Dragon near GENIVS Then from your impris ' ning wombe Which is the cradle and the tombe Of Brittish Worthies faire sonnes send A troope of Heroes that may lend Their hands to ease this loaden grove And gather the ripe fruits of Love KINGDOMES Open thy stony entrailes wide And breake old â—…tlas that the pride Of three fam'd kingdomes may be spy'd CHORVS Pace forth thou mighty Brittish Hercules With thy choyce band for only thou and these May revell here in Loves Hesperides At this the under-part of the Rocke opens and out of a Cave are seene to come the Masquers richly attyred like ancient Heroes the Colours yellow embroydered with silver their antique Helmes curiously wrought and great plumes on the top before them a troope of young Lords and Noble-mens sonnes bearing Torches of Virgin-wax these were apparelled after the old Brittish fashion in white Coats embroydered with silver girt and full gathered cut square coller'd and round caps on their heads with a white feather wreathen about them first these dance with their lights in their hands After which the Masquers descend into the roome and dance their entry The dance being past there appeares in the further part of the heaven comming downe a pleaÌ„sant Clond bright and transparent which comming softly downe-wards before the upper part of the mountaine embraceth the Genius but so as through it all his body is seene and then rising againe with a gentle motion beares up the Genius of the three kingdomes and being past the Airy Region pierceth the heavens and is no more seene At that instant the Rocke with the three kingdomes on it sinkes and is hidden in the earth This strange spectacle gave great caâ—…se of admiration but especially how so huge a machine and of that great height could come from under the Stage which was but six foot high The second Song KINGDOMES HEre are shapes form'd â—…it for heaveâ—… Those move gracefully and 〈◊〉 Here the Ayre and paces meet So jusâ—… as if the skilfull seet Had struck the Vials 1. 2. 3. So the Earâ—… Might the â—…unefull footing heare CHORVS And had the Musicke silent beene The eye a moving tune had seene GENIVS These must in the unpeopled skie Succeed and governe Destinie Iove is temp'ring purer fire And will with brighter flames attire These glorious lights I must ascend And helpe the Worke. KINGDOMES We cannot â—…end Heaven so much treasure 2. Nor that pay But rendring what it takes away Why should they that here can move So well be ever-fix'd above CHORVS Or be to one eternall posture ty'd That can into such various figures slide GENIVS Iove shall not to enrich the Skie Beggar the Earth their Fame shall fly From hence alone and in the Spheare Kindle new Starres whilst they rest here KINGDOMES How can the shaft stay in the quiver Yet hit the marke GENIVS Did not the River Eridanus the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow Above in streames of golden fire In silver waves below KINGDOMES But shall not we now thou art gone Who wert our Nature wither Or breake that triple Vnion Which thy soule hâ—…ld together GENIVS In Concords pure immortall spring I will my 〈◊〉 renew And a more aâ—…ive Vertue bring At my retuâ—…ne Adieu KINGDOMES adieu CHORVS adieu The Masquers dance their maine dance which done the Scaene againe is varied into a new and pleasant prospect cleane differing from all the other the nearest part shewing a delicious Garden with severall walkes and perterra's set round with low trees and on the sides against these walkes were fountaines and grots and in the furthest part a Palace from whence went high walkes upon Arches and above them open Tarraces planted with Cypresse trees and all this together was composed of such Ornaments as might expresse a Princely Villa From hence the Chorus descending into the roome goes up to the State The third Song By the Chorus going up to the Queene VVHilst thus the Darlings of the Gods From Honours Temple to the Shrine Of Beauty and these sweet abodes Of Love we guide let thy Divine Aspects Bright Deity with faire And Halcyon beames bâ—…calme the Ayre We bring Prince Arthur or the brave St. George himselfe great Queene to you You 'll soone discerne him and we have A Guy a Beavis or some true Round-Table Knight as everfought For Lady to each Beauty brought Plant in their Martâ—…l 〈◊〉 War's seat Your peacefull pledges of warm snow And if a speaking 〈◊〉 repeat In Loves knowâ—…â—…guage tales of woe Say in soft whispers of the Palme As eyes shoot darts so Lips shed Balme For though you seeme like Captives led In triumph by the Foe away Yet on the Conqu'rers necke you tread And the fierce Victor proves your prey What heart is then secure from you That can though vanquiâ—… yet subdue The Song done they retire and the Masquers dance the Revels with the Ladies which continued a great part of the night The Revels being past and the Kings Majestie seated under the State by the Queene for Conclusion to this Masque there appeares comming forth from one of the sides as moving by a gentle wind a great Cloud which arriving at the middle of the heaven stayeth this was of severall colours and so great that it covered the whole Scaene Out of the further part of the heaven begins to breake forth two other clouds differing in colour and shape and being fully discovered there appeared sitting in one of them Religion Truth and Wisdome Religion was apparelled in white and part of her face was covered with a light vaile in one hand a Booke and in the other a flame of fire Truth in a Watchet Robe a Sunne upon her fore-head and bearing in her hand a Palme Wisedome in a mantle wrought with eyes and hands gâ—…lden rayes about her head and Apollâ—…'s Cithera in her hand In the other Cloud sate Concord Government and Reputation The habit of Concord was Carnation bearing in her hand a little faggot of sticks bound together and on the top of it a hart and a garland of corne on her head Government was figured in a coat of Armour bearing a shield and on it a Medusa's head upon her head a plumed helme and in her right hand a Lance. Reputation a young man in a purple robe wrought with gold and wearing a laurell wreath on his head These being come downe in an equall distance
POEMS By THOMAS CAREVV Esquire One of the Gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty LONDON Printed by I. D. for Thomas Walkley and are to be sold at the signe of the flying Horse between Brittains Burse and York-House 1640. ERRATA PAge 5. Line 4. for their reade your p. 1â—… l. 3. for sent r. lent p. 43. l 11. for it reade not p. 77. l. 3. for danke r. dampe p. 85. l. 7. for Souldiers r. Lovers p. 11. l. 15. r. I straight might feele p. 113. l. 17. for the r. that p. 1â—…2 l. 2. for where r. what p. 138. l. 3 for pastime r. passion p. 148. for circle r. sickle p. 168. l. 18. for frisketh in r. Iris. struts in Imprimatur MATTHEVV CLAY Aprill 29. 1640. POEMS The Spring NOW that the winter's gone the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes and now no more the frost Candies the grasse or castes an ycie cream Vpon the silver Lake or Chrystall streame But the warme Sunne thawes the benummed Earth And makes it tender gives a sacred birth To the dead Swallow wakes in hollow tree The drowzie Cuckow and the Humble-Bee Now doe a quire of chirping Minstrels bring In tryumph to the world the youthfull Spring The Vallies hills and woods in rich araye Welcome the comming of the long'd for May. Now all things smile onely my Love doth lowre Nor hath the scalding Noon-day-sunne the power To melt that marble yce which still doth hold Her heart congeald and makes her pittie cold The Oxe which lately did for shelter flie Into the stall doth now securely lie Jn open fields and love no more is made By the fire side but in the cooler shade Amynt as now doth with his Cloris sleepe Vnder a Sycamoure and all things keepe Time with the season only shee doth carry Iune in her eyes in her heart Ianuary To A. L. Perswasions to love THinke not cause men flatt'ring say Y' are fresh as Aprill sweet as May Bright as is the morning starre That you are so or though you are Be not therefore proud and deeme All men unworthy your esteeme For being so you loose the pleasure Of being faire since that rich treasure Of rare beauty and sweet feature Was bestow'd on you by nature To be enjoy'd and 't were a sinne There to be scarce where shee hath bin So prodigall of her best graces Thus common beauties and meane faces Shall have more pastime and enjoy The sport you loose by being coy Did the thing for which I sue Onely concerne my selfe not you Were men so fram'd as they alone Reap'd all the pleasure women none Then had you reason to be scant But 't were a madnesse not to grant That which affords if you consent To you the giver more content Then me the beggar Oh then bee Kinde to your selfe if not to mee Starue not your selfe because you may Thereby make me pine away Nor let brittle beautie make You your wiser thoughts forsake For that lovely face will faile Beautie 's sweet but beautie's fraile 'T is sooner past 't is sooner done Then Summers raine or winters Sun Most fleeting when it is most deare 'T is gone while wee but say 't is here These curious locks so aptly twind Whose every haire a soule doth bind Will change their abroun hue and grow White and cold as winters snow That eye which now is Cupids nest Will proue his grave and all the rest Will follow in the cheeke chin nose Nor lilly shall be found nor rose And what will then become of all Those whom now you servants call Like swallowes when their summers done They 'le flye and seeke some warmer Sun Then wisely chuse one to your friend Whose love may when your beauties end Remaine still fiâ—… me be provident And thinke before the summers spent Of following winter like the Ant In plenty hoord for time of scant Cull out amongst the multitude Of lovers that seeke to intrude Into your favour one that may Love for an age not for a day One that will quench your youthfull fires And feed in age your hot desires For when the stormes of time have mou'd Waves on that cheeke which was belou'd When a faire Ladies face is pin'd And yellow spred where red once shin'd When beauty youth and all sweets leave her Love may returne but lover never And old folkes say there are no paynes Like itch of love in aged vaines Oh love me then and now begin it Let us not loose this present minute For time and age will worke that wrack Which time or age shall ne're call backe The snake each yeare fresh skin resumes And Eagles change their aged plumes The faded Rose each spring receives A fresh red tincture on her leaves But if your beauties once decay You never know a second May. Oh then be wise and whilst your season Affords you dayes for sport doe reason Spend not in vaine your lives short houre But crop in time your beauties flower Which will away and doth together Both bud and fade both blow and wither Lips and Eyes IN Celia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her lips or eyes We said the eyes send forth those poynted darts Which pierce the hard est adamantine hearts From us replyd the lips proceed those blisses Which louers reâ—…pe by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the eyes and from their springs did powre Of liquid orientall pearle a shower Where at the lips mou'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweete smile vnlockt their pearlie treasure And bad love judge whether did adde more grace Weeping or smiling pearles to Celia's face A divine Mistris IN natures peeces still I see Some errour that might mended bee Something my wish could still remove Alter or adde but my faire love Was fram'd by hands farre more divine For she hath every beauteous line Yet I had beene farre happier Had Nature that made me made her Then likenes might that love creates Have made her love what now she hates Yet I confesse I cannot spare From her iust shape the smallest haire Nor need I beg from all the store Of heaven for her one beautie more Shee hath too much divinity for mee You Gods teach her some more humanitie SONG A beautifull Mistris IF when the Sun at noone displayes His brighter rayes Thou but appeare He then all pale with shame and feare Quencheth his light Hides his darke brow flyes from thy sight And growes more dimme Compar'd to thee then starres to him If thou but show thy face againe When darkenesse doth at midnight raigne The darkenesse flyes and light is hurl'd Round about the silent world So as alike thou driu'st away Both light and darkenesse night and day A cruell Mistris WEE read of Kings and Gods that kindly tooke A pitcher fil'd with water from the brooke But I have dayly tendred without thankes Rivers of teares that overflow their bankes A slaughter'd bull will appease angry love A
horse the Sun a Lambe the God of love But shee disdaines the spotlesse sacrifice Of a pure heart that at her altar lyes Vesta is not displeas'd if her chast vrne Doe with repayred fuell ever burne But my Saint frownes though to her honour'd name I consecrate a never dying flame Th' Assyrian King did none i' th' furnace throw But those that to his Image did not bow With bended knees J daily worship her Yet she consumes her owne Idolater Of such a Goddesse no times leave record That burnt the temple where she was ador'd SONG Murdring beautie I Le gaze no more on her bewitching face Since ruine harbours there in every place For my enchanted soule alike shee drownes With calmes and tempests of her smiles and frowres I 'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers Which pleas'd or anger'd still are derers For if she dart like lightning through the ayre Her beames of wrath she kils me with despaire If shee behold me with a pleasing eye I surfet with excesse of joy and dye My mistris commanding me to returne her letters SO grieves th' adventrous Merchant when he thrower All the long toyld for treasure his ship stowes Into the angry maine to save from wrack Himselfe and men as I grieve to give backe These letters yet so powerfull is your sway As if you bid me die I must obey Goe then blest papers you shall kisse those hand That gave you freedome but hold me in bands Which with a touch did give you life but I Because I may not touch those hands must die Me thinkes as if they knew they should be sent Home to their native soile from banishment I see them smile like dying Saints that know They are to leave the earth and tow'rd heaven goe When you returne pray tell your Soveraigne And mine I gave you courteous entertaine Each line receiv'd a teare and then a kisse First bath'd in that it scap'd vnscorcht from this I kist it because your hand had been there But 'cause it was not now I shed a teare Tell her no length of time nor change of ayre No crueltie disdaine absence dispaire No nor her stedfast constancie can deterre My vassall heart from ever hon'ring her Though these be powerfull arguments to prove I love in vaine yet I must ever love Say if she frowne when you that word rehearse Service in prose is oft call'd love in verse Then pray her since I send back on my part Her papers she will send me back my heart If she refuse warne her to come before The God of Love whom thus I will implore Trav'ling thy Countries road great God I spide By chance this Lady and walkt by her side From place to place fearing no violence For I was well arm'd and had made defence In former fights 'gainst fiercer foes then shee Did at our first incounter seeme tō bee But going farther every step reveal'd Some hidden weapon till that time conceal'd Seeing those outward armes I did begin To feare some greater strength was lodg'd within Looking into her mind I might survay An hoast of beauties that in ambush lay And won the day before they fought the field For I unable to resist did yeild But the insulting tyrant so destroyes My conquer'd mind my ease my peace my joyes Breaks my sweete sleepes invades my harmelesse rest Robs me of all the treasure of my brest Spares not my heart nor yet a greater wrong For having stolne my heart she binds my tongue But at the last her melting eyes vnseal'd My lips enlarg'd my tongue then I reveal'd To her owne eares the story of my harmes Wrought by her vertues and her beauties charmes Now heare Iust judge an act of savagenesse When I complaine in hope to find redresse Shee bends her angry brow and from her eye Shootes thousand darts I then well hop'd to die But in such soveraigne balme love dips his shot That though they wound a heart they kill it not Shee saw the bloud gush forth from many a wound Yet fled and left me bleeding on the ground Nor sought my cure nor saw me since 't is true Absence and time two cunning Leaches drew The flesh together yet sure though the skin Be clos'd without the wound sesters within Thus hath this cruell Lady vs'd a true Servant and subject to her selfe and you Nor know I great Love if my life be sen◅ To shew thy mercy or my punishment Since by the onely Magick of thy Art A lover still may live that wants his heart If this enditement fright her so as shee Seeme willing to returne my heart to mee But cannot find it for perhaps it may Mong'st other trifeling hearts be out oth'way If she repent and would make me amends Bid her but send me hers and we are friends Secresie protested FEare not deare Love that I 'le reveale Those houres of pleasure we two steale No eye shall see nor yet the Sun Descry what thou and I have done No eare shall he are our love but wee Silent as the night will bee The God of love himselfe whose dart Did first wound mine and then thy heart Shall never know that we can tell What sweets in stolne embraces dwell This only meanes may find it out If when I dye Physicians doubt What caus'd my death and there to view Of all their judgements which was true Rip up my heart Oh then I feare The world will see thy picture there A prayer to the Wind. GOe thou gentle whispering wind Beare this sigh and if thou find Where my cruell faire doth rest Cast it in her snowie brest So enflamed by my desire It may set her heart a-fire Those sweet kisses thou shalt gaine Will reward thee for thy paine Boldly light upon herlip There suck odours and thence skip To her bosome lastly fall Downe and wander over all Range about those Ivorie hills From whose every part distills Amber deaw there spices grow There pure streames of Nectar flow There perfume thy selfe and bring All those sweets upon thy wing As thou return'st change by thy power Every weed into a flower Turne each Thistle to a Vine Make the Bramble Eglantine For so rich a bootie made Doe but this and I am payd Thou canst with thy powerfull blast Heat apace and coole as fast Thou canst kindle hidden flame And ag'en destroy the same Then for pittie either stir Vp the fire of love in her That alike both flames may shine Or else quite extinguish mine Mediocritie in love rejected SONG GIve me more love or more disdaine The Torrid or the frozen Zone Bring equall ease unto my paine The temperate affords me none Either extreame of love or hate Is sweeter than a calme estate Give me a storme if it be love Like Danae in that golden showre I swimme in pleasure if it prove Disdaine that torrent will devoure My Vulture-hopes and he 's possest Of Heaven that 's but from Hell releast Then crowne my joyes or cure
my paine Give me more love or more disdaine Good counsel to a young Maid SONG GAze not on thy beauties pride Tender Maid in the false tide That from Lovers eyes doth slide Let thy faithfull Crystall show How thy colours come and goe Beautie takes a soyle from woe Love that in those smooth streames lyes Vnder pitties faire disguise Will thy melting heart surprize Netts of passion finest thred Snaring Poems will be spred All to catch thy maiden-head Then beware for those that cure Loves disease themselves endure For reward a Calenture Rather let the Lover pine Then his pale cheeke should assignâ—… A perpetuall blush to thine To my Mistris sitting by a Rivers side AN EDDY MArke how yond Eddy steales away From the rude streame into the Bay There lockt up safe she doth divorce Her waters from the chanels course And scornes the Torrent that did bring Her headlong from her native spring Now doth she with her new love play Whilst he runs murmuring away Marke how she courts the bankes whilst they As amorously their armes display T' embrace and clip her silver waves See how she strokes their sides and craves An entrance there which they deny Whereat she frownes threatning to flye Home to her streame and 'gins to swim Backward but from the chanels brim Smiling returnes into the crecke With thousand dimples on her cheeke Be thou this Eddy and I 'le make My breast thy shore where thou shalt taâ—… Secure repose and never dreame Of the quite forsaken streame Let him to the wide Ocean hast There lose his colour name and tast Thou shalt save all and safe from him Within these armes for ever swim SONG Conquest by flight LAdyes flye from Love's smooth tale Oathes sleep'd in teares doe oft prevaile Griefe is infectious and the ayre Enflam'd with sighes will blast the fayre Then stop your eaâ—…es when lovers cry Lest your selfe weepe when no soft eye Shall with a sorrowing teare repay That pittie which you cast away Young men fly when beautie darts Amorous glances at your hearts The sixt marke gives the shooter ayme And Ladyes lookes have power to may me Now 'twixt their lips now in their eyes Wrapt in a smile or kisse Love lyes Then flye betimes for only they Conquer love that run away SONG To my inconstant Mistris WHen thou poore excommunicate From all the joyes of love shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me Then curse thine owne inconstancie A fayrer hand then thine shall cure That heart which thy false oathes did wound And to my soule a soule more pure Than thine shall by Loves band be bound And both with equall glory crown'd Then shalt thou weepe entreat complaine To Love as I did once to thee When all thy teares shall be as vaine As mine were then for thou shalt bee Damn'd for thy false Apostasie SONG Perswasions to enjoy IF the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must dye If every sweet and every grace Must fly from that forsaken face Then Celia let us reape our joyes E're time such goodly fruit destroyes Or if that golden fleece must grow For ever free from aged snow If those bright Suns must know no shade Nor your fresh beauties ever fade Then feare not Celia to bestow What still beirg gather'd still must grow Thus either Time his Sickle brings In vaine or else in vaine his wings A deposition from Love I Was foretold your rebell sex Nor love nor pitty knew And with what scorne you use to vex Poore he arts that humbly suc Yet I believ'd to crowne our paine Could we the sortresse win The happy lover sure should gaine A Paradise within I thought loves plagues like Dragons sate Only to fright us at the gate But I did enter and enjoy What happy lovers prove For I could kisse and sport and toy And tast those sweets of love Which had they but a lasting state Or if in Celia's brest The force of love might nor abate Jove were too meane a guest But now her breach of faith far more Afflicts then did her scorne before Hard fate to have been once possess As victor of a heart Atchiev'd with labour and unrest And then forc'd to depart If the stout Foe will not resigne When I besiege a Towne I lose but what was never mine But he that is cast downe From enjoy'd beautie feeles a woe Onely deposed Kings can know Ingratefull beauty threatned KNow Celia since thou art so proud 'T was I that gave thee thy renowne Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties liv'd unknowne Had not my verse exhal'd thy name And with it ympt the wings of fame That killing power is none of thine I gave it to thy voyce and eyes Thy sweets thy graces all are mine Thou art my starre shin'st in my skies Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that sixt thee there Temptme with such affrights no more Lest what I made I uncreate Let fooles thy mystique formes adore I 'le know thee in thy mortall state Wise Poets that wrap't Truth in tales Knew her themselves through all her vailes Disdaine returned HEE that loves a Rosie cheeke Or a corall lip admires Or from star-like eyes doth seeke Fuell to maintaine his fires As old Time makes these decay So his flames must waste away But a smooth and stedfast mind Gentle thoughts and calme desires Hearts with equall love combind Kindle never dying fires Where these are not I despise Lovely cheekes orlips or eyes No teares Celia now shall win My resolv'd heart to returne I have searcht thy soule within And find nought but pride and scorne I have learn'd thy arts and now Can disdaine as much as thou Some power in my revenge convay That love to her I cast away A Looking-Glasse THat flattring Glasse whose smooth face weares Your shadow which a Sunne appeares Was once a river of my teares About your cold heart they did make A circle where the brinie lake Congeal'd into a crystall cake Gaze no more on that killing eye For feare the native crueltie Doome you as it doth all to dye For feare lest the faire object move Your froward heart to fall in love Then you yourselfe my rivall prove Looke rather on my pale cheekes pin'de There view your beauties there you 'le finde A faire face but a cruell minde Be not for ever frozen coy One beame of love will soone destroy And melt that yce to flouds of joy An Elegie on the La PEN sent to my Mistresse out of France LEt him who from his tyrant Mistresse did This day receive his cruell doome forbid His eyes to weepe that losse and let him here Open those floud-gates to bedeaw this beere So shall those drops which else would be but brine Be turn'd to Manna falling on her shrine Let him who banisht farre from her deere sight Whom his soule loves doth in that absence write Or lines
Sun-burnt Pilgrim see fainting with thirst hast to the springs Marke how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nimphs and flings His body to the earth where He Prostrate adores the flowing Deitie But when his sweaty face is drencht In her coole waves when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht Then markâ—… how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks and from the place That thus fresht him moves with sullen pace So shalt thou be despis'd faire Maid When by the sated lover tasted What first he did with teares invade Shall afterwards with scorne be wasted When all thy Virgin-springs grow dry When no streames shall be left but in thine eye Celia bleeding to the Surgeon FOnd man that canst beleeve her blood Will from those purple chanels flow Or that the pure untainted flood Can any foule distemper know Or that thy weake steele can incize The Crystall case wherein it lyes Know her quick blood proud of his seat Runs dauncing through her azure veines Whose harmony no cold nor heat Disturbs whose hue no tincture staines And the hard rocâ—… wherein it dwells The keenest darâ—…s of Love repels But thou reply'st behold she bleeds Foole thou' rt deceivd and dost not know The mystique knot whence this proceeds How Lovers in each other grow Thou struckst her arme but 't was my heart Shed all the blood felt all the smart To T. H. a Lady resembling my Mistresse FAyre copie of my Celia's face Twin of my soule thy perfect grace Claymes in my love an equall place Disdaine not a divided heart Though all be hers you shall have part Love is not tyde to rules of art For as my soule first to her flew Yet stay'd with me so now 't is true It dwells with her though fled to you Then entertaine this wandring guest And if it love allow it rest It left not but â—…ooke the nest Nor thinke my love or your faire eyes Cheaper 'cause from the sympathise You hold with her these flames arise To Lead or Brasse or some such bad Mettall a Princes stamp may adde That valew which it never had But to the pure refined Ore The stamp of Kings imparts no more Worth then the mettall held before Only the Image gives the rate To Subjects in a forraine State 'T is priz'd as much for its owne waight So though all other hearts resigne To your pure worth yet you have mine Only because you are her coyne To Saxham THough frost and snow lockt from mine eyes That beautie which without dore lyes Thy gardens orchards walkes that so I might not all thy pleasures know Yet Saxham thou within thy gate Art of thy selfe so delicate So full of native sweets that blesse Thy roofe with inward happinesse As neither from nor to thy store Winter takes ought or Spring addes more The cold and frozen ayre had sterv'd Much poore if not by thee preserv'd Whose prayers have made thy Tableblest With plenty far above the rest The season hardly did afford Course cates unto thy neighbours bond Yet thou hadst daintyes as the skie Had only been thy Volarie Or else the birds fearing the snow Might to another deluge grow The Pheasant Partiridge and the Large Flew to thy house as to the Arke The willing Oxe of himselfe came Home to the slaughter with the Lambe And every beast did thither bring Himselfe to be an offering The scalie herd more pleasure tooke Bath'din thy dish then in the brooke Water Earth Ayre did all conspire To pay their tributes to thy site Whose cherishing flames themselves divide Through every roome where they deride The night and cold abroad whilst they Like suns within keepe endlesse day Those chearfull beames send forth their light To all that wander in the night And seeme to becken from aloofe The weary Pilgrim to thy roofe Where if refresh't he will away Hee 's fairly welcome or if stay Farre more which he shall hearty find Both from the Master and the Hinde The strangers welcome each man there Stamp'd on his chearfull brow doth we are Nor doth this welcome or his cheere Grow lesse 'cause he staies longer here There 's none observes much lesse repines How often this man sups or dines Thou hast no Porter at the doore T' examine or keep back the poore Nor locks nor bolts thy gates have bin Made onely to let strangers in Vntaught to shut they doe not feare To stand wide open all the yeare Carelesse who enters for they know Thou never didst deserve a soe And as for theeves thy bountie's such They cannot steale thou giv'st so much Upon a Ribband THis silken wreath which circles in mine arme Is but an Emblem of that mystique charme Wherewith the magique of your beauties binds My captive soule and round about it winds Fetters of lasting love This hath entwind My flesh alone That hath empalde my mind Time may weare out These soft weak bands but Those Strong chaines of brasse Fate shall not discompose This holy relique may preserve my wrist But my whole frame doth by That power subsist To That my prayers and sacrifice to This I onely pay a superstitious kisse This but the Idoll That 's the Deitie Religion there is due Here ceremonie That I receive by faith This but in trust Here I may tender dutie There I must This order as a Layman I may beare But I become Loves Priest when That I weare This moves like ayre That as the Center stands That knot your vertue tide This but your hands That Nature sram'd but This was made by Art This makes my arme your prisoner That my heart To the King at his entrance into Saxham by Master Io. Crofts SIR Ere you passe this threshold stay And give your creature leave to pay Those pious rites which unto you As to our houshold Gods are due In stead of sacrifice each brest Is like a flaming Altar drest With zealous fires which from pure hearts Love mixt with loyaltie imparts Incense nor gold have we yet bring As rich and sweet an offering And such as doth both these expresse Which is our humble thankfulnesse By which is payd the All we owe To gods above or men below The slaughter'd beast whose flesh should feed The hungrie flames we for pure need Dresse for your supper and the gore Which should be dasht on every dore We change into the lustie blood Of youthfull Vines of which a flood Shall sprightly run through all your veines First to your health then your faire traines We shall want nothing but good fare To shew your welcome and our care Such rarities that come from farre From poore mens houses banisht are Yet wee 'le expresse in homely cheare How glad we are to see you here Wee 'le have what e're the season yeelds Out of the neighbouring woods and fields For all the dainties of your board Will only be what those afford And having supt we may perchance Present you with a countrie dance Thus much
Planets shin'd With faire aspects and sent a glorious flame To animate so beautifull a frame That Darling of the Gods and men doth weare A cloude on 's brow and in his eye a teare And all the rest save when his dread command Doth bid them move like livelesse statues stand So full a griefe so generally worne Shewes a good King is sick and good men mourne SONG To a Lady not yet enjoy'd by her Husband COme Celia fixe thine eyes on mine And through those Crystalls our soules slitting Shall a pure wreathe of eye-beautes twine Our loving hearts together knitting Let Eaglets the bright Sun survey Though the blind Mole discerne not day When cleere Aurora leaves her mate The light of her gray eyes dispising Tot all the world doth celebrate With sacrifice her faire up-rising Let Eaglets c. A Dragon kept the golden fruit Tet he those dainties never tasted As others pin'd in the pursuit So he himselfe with plentie wasted Let Eaglets c. SONG The willing Prisoner to his Mistris LEt fooles great Cupids yoake disdaine Loving their owne wild freedome better Whilst proud of my triumphant chaine I sit and court my beauteous fetter Her murdring glances snaring haires And her bewitching smiles so please me As he brings ruine that repaires The sweet afflictions that disease me Hide not those panting balls of snow With envious vayles from my beholding Vnlock those lips their pearly row In a sweet smile of love unfolding And let those eyes whose motion wheeles The restlesse Fate of every lover Survey the paines my sicke heart feeles And wounds themselves have made discover A flye that flew into my Mistris her eye WHen this Flye liv'd she us'd to play In the Sun-shine all the day Till comming neere my Celia's sight She found a new and unknowne light So full of glory as it made The noone day Sun a gloomy shade Then this amorous Flye became My rivall and did court my flame She did from hand to bosome skip And from her breath her cheeke and lip Suckt all the incense and the spice And grew a bird of Paradise At last into her eye she flew There scorcht in flames and drown'd in dew â—…ke Phaeton from the Suns spheare She fell and with her dropt a teare Of which a pearle was straight compos'd Wherein her ashes lye enclos'd Thus she receiv'd from Celia's eye Funerall flame tombe Obsequie SONG Celia singing HArke how my Celia with the choyce Musique of her hand and voyce Stills the loude wind and makes the wilde Incensed Bore and Panther milde Marke how those statues like men move Whilst men with wonder statues prove This stiffe rock bends to worship her That Idoll turnes Idolater Now see how all the new inspir'd Images with love are sir'd Harke how the tender Marble grones And all the late transformed stones Court the faire Nymph with many a tears Which she more stony then they were Beholds with unrelenting mind Whilst they amaz'd to see combin'd Such matchlesse beautie with disdaine Are all turn'd into stones againe SONG Celia singing YOu that thinke Love can convey No other way But through the eyes into the heart His fatall Dart Closeup those casements and but heare This Syren sing And on the wing Of her sweet voyce it shall appeare That Love can enter at the eare Then unvaile your eyes behold The curious mould Where that voyce dwels and as we know When the Cocks crow We freely may Gaze on the day So may you when the Musique's done Awake and see the rising Sun SONG To one that desired to know my Mistris SEeke not to know my love for shee Hath vow'd her constant faith to me Her milde aspects are mine and thou Shalt only find a stormy brow For if her beautie stirre desire In me her kisses quench the fire Or I can to Love's fountaine goe Or dwell upon her hills of snow But when thou burn'st she shall not spare One gentle breath to coole the ayre Thou shalt not climbe those Alpes nor spye Where the sweet springs of Venus lye Search hidden Nature and there find A treasure to inrich thy mind Discover Arts not yet reveal'd But let my Mistris live conceal'd Though men by knowledge wiser grow Yet here 't is wisdome not to know In the person of a Lady to her inconstant servant WHen on the Altar of my hand Bedeaw'd with many a kisse and teare Thy now revolted heart did stand An humble Martyr thou didst sweare Thus and the God of love did heare By those bright glances of thine eye Vnlesse thou pitty me I dye When first those perjurd lips of thine Bepal'd with blasting sighes did sealâ—… Their violated faith on mine From the soft bosome that did heale Thee thou my melting heart didst steale My soule enflam'd with thy false breath Poyson'd with kisses suckt in death Yet I nor hand not lip will move Revenge or mercy to procure From the offended God of love My curse is fatall and my pure Love shall beyond thy scorne endure If I implore the Gods they 'le find Thee too ingratefull me too kind Truce in Love entreated NO more blind God for see my heart Is made thy Quiver where remaines No voyd place for another Dart And alas that conquest gaines Small praise that only brings away A tame and unresisting prey Behold a nobler foe all arm'd Defies thy weake Artillerie That hath thy Bow and Quiver charm'd A rebell beautie conquering Thee If thou dar'st equall combat try Wound her for 't is for her I dye To my Rivall HEnce vaine intruder hast away Wash not with thy unhallowed brine The foot steps of my Celia's shrine Nor on her purer Altars lay Thy empty words accents that may Some looser Dame to love encline She must have offerings more divine Such pearlie drops as youthfull May Scatters before the rising day Such smooth soft language as each line Might stroake an angry God or stay Joves thunder make the hearers pine With envie doe this thou shalt be Servant to her Rivall with me Boldnesse in love MArke how the bashfull morne in vaine Courts the amorous Marigold With sighing blasts and weeping raine Yet she refuses to unsold But when the Planet of the day Approacheth with his powerfull ray Then she spreads then she receives His warmer beames into her virgin leaves So shalt thou thrive in love fond Boy If thy teares and sighes discover Thy griefe thou never shalt enjoy The just reward of a bold lover But when with moving accents thou Shalt constant saith and service vow Thy Celia shall receive those charmes With open eares and with unfolded armes A Pastorall Dialogue Celia Cleon. AS Celia rested in the shade With Cleon by her side The swaine thus courted the young Maid And thus the Nymph replide C L. Sweet I let thy captive fetters weare Made of thine armes and hands Till such as thraldomé scorne or feare envie those happy bands C E. Then thus my willing armes I winde
load to those That made and beare him not as we once thought The seed of Gods but a weake modell wrought By greedy men that seeke to enclose the common And within private armes empale free woman Come then and mounted on the wings of love Wee 'le cut the flitting ayre and sore above The Monsters head and in the noblest seates Of those blest shades quench and renew our heates There shall the Queens of Love and Innocence Beautie and Nature banish all offence From our close Ivy twines there I 'le behold Thy bared snow and thy unbraded gold There my enfranchiz'd hand on every side Shall o're thy naked polish'd Ivory slide No curtaine there though of transparant lawne Shall be before thy virgin-treasure drawne But the rich Mine to the enquiring eye Expos'd shall ready still for mintage lye And we will coyne young Cupids There a bed Of Roses and fresh Myrtles shall be spread Vnder the cooler shade of Cypresse groves Our pillowes of the downe of Venus Doves Whereon our panting lims wee 'le gently lay In the faint respites of our active play That so our slumbers may in dreames have leisure To tell the nimble fancie our past pleasure And so our soules that cannot be embrac'd Shall the embraces of our bodyes taste Meane while the bubbling streame shall court the shore Th' enamoured chirping Wood-quire shall adore In varied tunes the Deitie of Love The gentle blastsof Westerne winds shall move The trembling leaves through their close bows breath Still Musick whilst we rest our selves beneath Their dancing shade till a soft murmure sent From soules entranc'd in amorous languishment Rowze us and shoot into our veines fresh fire Till we in their sweet extasie expire Then as the empty Bee that lately bore Into the common treasure all her store Flyes 'bout the painted field with nimble wing Deflowring the fresh virgins of the Spring So will I rifle all the sweets that dwell In my delicious Paradise and swell My bagge with honey drawne forth by the power Of servent kisses from each spicie flower I 'le seize the Rose-buds in their perfum'd bed The Violet knots like curious Mazes spread O're all the Garden taste the ripned Cherry The warme firme Apple tipt with corall berry Then will I visit with a wandring kisse The vale of Lillies and the Bower of blisse And where the beauteous Region doth divide Into two milkie wayes my lips shall slide Downe those smooth Allies wearing as I goe A tract for lovers on the printed snow Thence climbing o're the swelling Appenine Retire into thy grove of Eglantine Where I will all those ravisht sweets distill Through Loves Alimbique and with Chimmique skill From the mixt masse one soveraigne Balme derive Then bring that great Elixar to thy hive Now in more subtile wreathes I will entwine My sinowie thighes my legs and armes with thine Thou like a sea of milke shalt lye display'd Whilst I the smooth calme Ocean invade With such a tempest as when Jove of old Fell downe on Danae in a storme of gold Yet my tall Pine shall in the Cyprian straight Ride safe at Anchor and unlade her fraight My Rudder with thy bold hand like a tryde And skilfull Pilot thou shalt steere and guide My Bark into Loves channell where it shall Dance as the bounding waves doe rise or fall Then shall thy circling armes embrace and clip My willing bodie and thy balmie lip Bathe me in juyce of kisses whose perfume Like a religious incense shall consume And send up holy vapours to those powres That blesse our loves and crowne our sportfull houres That with such Halcion calmenesse fix our soules In stead fast peace as no affright controules There no rude sounds shake us with sudden starts No jealous eares when we unrip our hearts Sucke our discourse in no observing spies This blush that glance traduce no envious eyes Watch our close meetings nor are we betrayd To Rivals by the bribed chamber-maid No wedlock bonds unwreathe our twisted loves We seeke no midnight Arbor no darke groves To hide our kisses there the hated name Of husband wife lust modest chaste or shame Are vaine and empty words whose very sound Was never heard in the Elizian ground All things are lawfull there that may delight Nature or unrestrained Appetite Like and enjoy to will and act is one We only sinne when Loves rites are not done The Roman Lucrece there reades the divine Lectures of Loves great master Aretine And knowes as well as Lais how to move Her plyant body in the act of love To quench the burning Ravisher she hurles Her limbs into a thousand winding curles And studies artfull postures such as be Caru'd on the barke of every neighbouring tree By learned hands that so adorn'd the rinde Of those faire Plants which as they lay entwinde Have fann'd their glowing fires The Grecian Dame That in her endlesse webb toyl'd for a name As fruitlesse as her worke doth there display Her selfe before the Youth of Ithaca And th' amorous sport of gamesome nights prefer Before dull dreames of the lost Traveller Daphne hath broke her barke and that swift foot Which th' angry Gods had fastned with a root To the fixt earth doth now unfetter'd run To meet th' embraces of the youthfull Sun She hangs upon him like his Delphique Lyre Her kisses blow the old and breath new fire Full of her God she sings inspired Layes Sweet Odes of love such as deserve the Bayes Which she herselfe was Next her Laura lyes In Petrarchs learned armes drying those eyes That did in such sweet smooth-pac'd numbers flow As made the world enamour'd of his woe These and ten thousand Beauties more that dy'de Slave to the Tyrant now enlarg'd deride His cancell'd lawes and for their time mispent Pay into Loves Exchequer double rent Come then my Celia wee 'le no more forbeare To taste our joyes struck with a Pannique feare But will depose from his imperious sway This proud Vsurper and walke free as they With necks unyoak'd nor is it just that Hee Should fetter your soft sex with Chastitie Which Nature made unapt for abstinence When yet this false Impostor can dispence With humane Justice and with sacred right And maugre both their lawes command me sight With Rivals or with emulous Loves that dare Equall with thine their Mistresse eyes or haire If thou complaine of wrong and call my sword To carve out thy revenge upon that word He bids me fight and kill or else he brands With markes of infamie my coward hands And yet religion bids from blood-shed flye And damns me for that Act. Then tell me why This Goblin Honour which the world adores Should make men Atheists and not women Whores Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villers THe Lady Mary Villers lyes Vnder this stone with weeping eyes The Parents that first gave her birth And their sad Friends lay'd her in earth If any of them Reader were Knowne unto thee shed a teare Or
thy strong fancies raptures of the braine Drest in Poetique flames they entertaine As a bold impious reach for they 'le still slight All that exceeds Red Bull and Cockpit flight These are the men in crowded heape that throng To that adulterate stage where not a tong Of th' untun'd Kennell can a line repeat Of serious sence but like lips meet like meat Whilst the true brood of Actors that alone Keepe naturall unstrain'd Action in her throne Behold their Benches bare though they rehearse The terser Beaumonts or great Johnsons verse Repine not Thou then since this churlish fate Rules not the stage alone perhaps the State Hath felt this rancour where men great and good Have by the Rabble beene misunderstood So was thy Play whose cleere yet loftie straine Wisemen that governe Fate shall entertaine To the Reader of Master William Davenant's Play IT hath beene said of old that Playes are Feastâ—… Poets the Cookes and the Spectators Guests The Actors Waitors From this Similie Some have deriv'd an unsafe libertie To use their Judgements as their T astes which chuse Without controule this Dish and that refuse But Wit allowes not this large Priviledge Either you must confesse or feele it's edge Nor shall you make a currant inference If you trans-fer your reason to your sense Things are distinct and must the same appeare To every piercing Eye or well-tun'd Eare. Though sweets with yours sharps best with my tast meet Both must agree this meat 's or sharpe or sweet But if I sent a stench or a perfume Whilst you smell nought at all I may presume You have that sense imperfect So you may Affect a sad merry or humerous Play If though the kind distaste or please the Good And Bad be by your Judgement understood But if as in this Play where with delight I feast my Epicure an appetite With rellishes so curious as dispence The utmost pleasure to the ravisht sense You should prosesse that you can nothing meet That hits your taste either with sharpe or sweet But cry out 't is insipid your bold Tongue May doe it's Master not the Author wrong For Men of better Pallat will by it Take the just elevation of your Wit TO MY FRIEND WILL. D'AVENANT I Crowded 'mongst the first to see the Stage Inspir'd by thee strike wonder in our age By thy bright fancie dazled Where each Sceane Wrought like a charme and forc't the audience Ieane To th'passion of thy Pen thence Ladyes went Whose absence Lovers sigh'd for to repent Their unkind scorne And Courtiers who by are Made love before with a converted heart To wed those Virgins whom they woo'd t' abuse Both rendred Hymen's pros'lits by thy Muse. But others who were proofe 'gainst Love did sit To learne the subtle Dictats of thy Wit And as each profited tooke his degree Master or Batchelor in Comedie Wee of th'adult'rate mixture not complaine But thence more Characters of Vertue gaine More pregnant Patternes of transcendent Worth Than barren and insipid Truth brings forth So oft the Bastard nobler fortune meets Than the dull Issus of the lawfull sheets The Comparison DEarest thy tresses are not threads of gold Thy eyes of Diamonds nor doe I hold Thy lips for Rubies Thy faire cheekes to be Fresh Roses or thy teeth of Ivorie Thy skin that doth thy daintie bodie sheath Not Alablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours those the earth brings forth Compar'd with which would but impaire thy worth Such may be others Mistresses but mine Holds nothing earthly but is all divine Thy tresses are those rayes that doe arise Not from one Sunne but two Such are thy eyes Thy lips congealed Nectar are and such As but a Deitie there 's none dare touch The perfect crimson that thy cheeke doth cloath But onely that it farre exceeds them both Aurora's blush resembles or that redd That frisketh in when her mantl's spred Thy teeth in white doe Leda's Swan exceede Thy skin 's a heavenly and immortall weede And thou when breath'st the winds are readie strait To filch it from thee and doe thereforâ—… wait Close at thy lips and snatching it from thence Beare it to Heaven where 't is Joves frankincense Faire Goddesse since thy feature makes thee one Yet be not such for these respects alone But as you are divine in outward view So be within as faire as good as true The Enquiry AMongst the myrtles as I walk'e Love and my sighes thus intertalk't Tell me said I in deepe distresse Where may I find my shepheardesse Thou foole said love knowst thou not thâ—… In every thing that 's good shee is In yonder tulip goe and seeke There thou maist find her lip her cheeke In you ennammel'd pausie by There thou shalt have her curious eye In bloome of peach in rosie bud There wave the streamers of her blood In brightest lillios that there stands The emblems of her whiter hands In yonder rising hill there smells Such sweetsas in her bosome dwells 'T is true said I and thereupon I went to plucke them one by one To make of parts a vnion But on a suddaine all was gone With that I stopt said love these be Fond man resemblances of thee And as these flowres thy joyes shall die Even in the twinkling of an eye And all thy hopes of her shall wither Like these short sweets thus knit together The Sparke MY first love whom all beauties did adorne Firing my heart supprest it with her scorne Sun-like to tinder in my brest it lies By every sparkle made a sacrifice Each wanton eye now kindles my desire And that is free to all that was entire Desiring more by thee desire I lost As those that in consumptions hunger most And now my wandring thoughts are not confind Vnto one woman but to woman kinde This for her shape of love that for her face This for her gesture or some other grace And where I none of these doe use to find I choose thereby the kernell not the rynd And so I hope since my first hopes are gone To find in many what I lost in one And like to Merchants after some great losse Trade by retaile that cannot now ingrosse The fault is hers that made me goe astray He needs must wander that hath lost his way Guiltlesse I am shee did this change provoke And made that charcoale which to her was oake And as a looking glasse from the aspect Whilst it is whole doth but one face reflect But being crack't or broken there are showne Many halfe faceâ—… which at first were one So love vnto my heart did first proffer Her image and there planted none but her But since t' was broke and martird by her scorne Many lesse faces in her face are borne Thus like to tynder am I prone to catch Each falling sparkle fit for any match The Complement O My deerest I shall grieve thee When I sweare yet sweete beleeve me By thine eyes the tempting booke On which even crabbed