On which to ground A hope of Remedy for my Disease Into the Countrey streight I made repair To mittigate My cruel Fate But I found nothing there but sad Despair I view'd the Arched Skie And foaming Sea The first too high For me to flye And t'other deep as is my Misery I cou'd not tell what course Or way to Steer Or by what force To gain Remorse And ease my Heart of this my cruel fear At last my Clelia came O blest Reprieve And ceas'd to blame My ardent Flame And for her sake commanded me to live What happiness was this To one as lost O who cou'd wish So great a Bliss Half starv'd at Sea to gain so blest a Coast To the King's Majesty IF that this Book without Command May chance Great Sir to kiss your Hand Vouchsafe one smile my bashful Muse Will then grow bold no more refuse To bear Loves Standard and desie All force but from a Female Eye The vigorous God of Love dares say That Mighty Kings his Power obey And that his force is felt by all The Rich the Poor the Great the Small None are exempt he conquers all The Gods themselves his Vassals be Apollo's Love became his Tree Iove was a Bull although Divine And Pluto's Love was Proserpine And you Dread Sir more Great we know Have felt the power of Cupid's Bow And may you always in the Night Be sill'd with Venus's delight And in the day have choice of Pleasure Which may in sum out-vie your Treasure Which grant O Heaven so great may be That one small Bag may come to me A Song COY Clelia veil those Charming Eyes From whose surprize there 's none can part For he that gazes surely dyes Or leaves behind a conquered Heart I durst not once presume to look Or cast my wary Eyes aside But as a Boy that Cons his Book Close sitting by his Masters side Dares not presume to look awry On Toys that catch the wand'ring sense So if I gaze I surely die Against those Charms there 's no defence Thus Heathens at the Suns up-rise Unto the Ground did bow their Head Not able with their feeble Eyes To view their God they worshipped Sent to Clelia GO tell her that I love Yet have a special care Lest thou despair Whilst thou dost strive to move A Love whose happiness does fly so high 'T is the next Mansion to Divinity If she but ask thee where Thy Master lives or lies Look on her sparkling Eyes And boldly tell her there And that thy duty made thee come to find Him that by gazing left himself behind If she desire to know Where first I saw her face Tell her the happy place To which my life I owe Was in her Garden there I heard her sing And with her Fingers touch the quav'ring String Nor had thy Thracian Lyre Orpheus when thou didst play More Power the Beasts to stay Or Trees or Stones Inspire Thy Auditors were sensless ones but here Angels came list'ning from their Heavenly Sphere If she in anger say How durst he come so nigh T' invade my privacy When I my self retir'd away Tell her the Queen of Love brought me to see The full perfections of her Deity Epig. 43. lib. 5. Martial THe crafty Thief may rob thee of thy store And greedy Flames thy Houshold Gods devour Thy Debtor Principal and Use deny In barren Fields thy Corn that 's sown may dye Thy Steward by his crafty Mistress spoil'd And laden Ships be in the Ocean foil'd But what thou giv'st the Poor with liberal Hand This Fortune can alone thy Power withstand Omnia mutantur MY Genius hurried by that haste Which brought the Universe to waste And all things by its Power defac't Compels me to reflect upon Past Ages others coming on By a swift Revolution For by the eating Teeth of Time There 's nought so noble or sublime But shall be turned into slime The four great Monarchies that were So vast as kept the World in fear Their Exits past and disappear Cities so vast that one may say The Sun scarce view'd them in a day Are nothing now but heaps of Clay Wonders of which the World did boast For their Magnificence and Cost Are now in their own Ruins lost All things are subject unto change And into several orders range Natures events are often strange Yet Man whose Glory 's but a shade Oft-times his fancy does perswade That nothing can his Power invade And yet their Honours quickly rust And all their glorious Titles must Be mingled with the common dust Their Pageant Pomp does fade away And greatest Trophies soon decay And Death the Victor turns to clay Riches remain but for a Night And e're the Morning take their flight And leave the miserable Wight Beauty decays much like a Flower Which buds and spreads and in an hour Th' Impartial Scythe doth it devour That Beauty which e're-while might seem Enough to grace the Cyprian Queen Is counted now of no esteem When in her Glass fair Hellen spy'd Her Face by Time so mortifi'd Which was e're-while her chiefest pride She weeping said unto her Glass Is this the Beauty did surpass Tell me why I twice ravisht was O Time whose greedy Teeth devours The prime and glory of our Powers And leav'st us what was none of ours VVho lay'st thy rav'nous hands on all The Rich the Poor the great the small None are secure untill they fall VVhen will thy wanton lust have end Or till what date dost thou pretend These outrages thus to defend Thou need'st not answer for I know Thy furious course shall forward go Till Heaven does Ne plus ultra show Tempus edax rerum tuque invidiosa omnia distruitis c. An Epitaph on A. P. IF that Extortion Fraud and Strage Lust Envy Rapine in this Age May claim your Tears I justly may Claim all the Tears that you can pay For though the pious Hand of Death Has nimbly snatcht away my Breath It had prevented him before And Sin had made my Age fourscore Say then who-e're shall name my loss Here lies extinct Misanthrópos Senex Tempus Mors Chorus Sen. HAil ancient Brother what is in thy mind To count the Sand and mow the whistling VVind Has age depriv'd thee of thy sense to be The perfect Emblem of Foolery Come leave this madness do as I have done Cast thy old skin and be agen as young As is Aurora at her first up-rise Youthful by virtue of her Lovers Eyes I am all Air there 's not a part in me But has shook off it's dull Mortality Prithee go run and fetch me Charles his VVain To hurry me o're the Celestial Plain O Love Love Love thy strong Medean Charms Has gave new strength and motion to my Arms. My Legs and Thighs are able to support The mighty Fabrick of Heavens starry Court Temp. Are you in Love Sen. I am Temp. With whom Sen. There stay One that wou'd make thee throw thy Scyth away
our Love Which we will here discover See how the Trees do bend their Boughs And silent murmuring make Whilst the inviting Shade allows A place to recreate The pleasant Birds do sit and sing No cause of sorrow 's here Here nothing lurks will terror bring To Hare or timerous Deer The pretty cooing Turtles take This place for their delight And an inviting moaning make Nor fear the ravenous Kite And all stand wond'ring and admire That we delay so long The gentle Choire of Birds conspire To please us with a Song But why so coy thou needst not fear No danger 's in this Grove Venus her self did here enjoy The Pleasures of her love Come let me kiss those Lips those Eyes That Captivate my Heart And are to me a Paradise Beyond the power of Art O let me touch those milk-white Breasts Which like the Alps appear Which never yet fond Love hath prest To make his Vintage there Come let that Belly which might well A Stoick's courage move Which does so far dear Love excel Receive the stamp of Love So do not blush the buding Rose That hangs upon the Tree Retains his glory though the Nose Has ravisht its Virginity Come do not grieve thou needst not fear This place will all conceal There 's none can know what we did here Our Pleasures to reveal Nor does thy Angels Beauty seem Less lovely than before For then thy Face but here and there A little Cupid bore But now ten thousand Cupids crown That heavenly Face of thine Angellick Essence flowing down Has made thee quite Divine Therefore each day we 'll try the Power What charms of Love can do And create Pleasures for each Hour Until the Gods shall sue My Joy my Paradise to Worship you Ite triumphales circum mea tempora lauri Vicimus in nostro est ecce Corinna sinu An Epitaph ALas poor Infant Death was too severe O're such small Bones to raise a Trophy here Merciless Tyrant thus for to bereave Thee of thy life scarce giving time to Breath Thou wert a Gem as quickly lost as found Thy Life and Death was in one Volumn bound If Prayers and Tears cou'd have preserv'd thy Breath Thou yet hadst liv'd triumphant over Death But thou wert snatch'd away thy rising Sun Finish'd its Course e're it had scarce begun And we in darkness mourn yet we can see The Hand that cuts the Twig may fell the Tree Sweet Fruits soon drop but those that longer last Always do relish with a sower taste Optima prima fere manibus rapiuntur avaris Implentur numeris deteriora suis. The Syrens Song YE Powers above and ye Celestial ones We Sirens sing a doleful Lullaby To those who by our false inchanting Tones We draw to hear our pleasant Harmony No Ulyssean stratagem nor skill Can save poor Mariners that coast our way But with Inchanting Notes we please and kill Who on our Road to hear our voice do stray And Women-like our Tongue can play its part Whilst like to Deities wee seem to be At the same instant we can by our Art Read to poor Mariners their Destiny An Elegie on the Death of that Noble and Renowned Gentleman Collonel Simon Lambert of the Island of the Barbadoes Dignum laude virum musa vetat mori BEfore some Famine Pestilence or War Or Monarchs Death Heaven sends a blazing Star To let us know not what to hope but fear When such Portents his Messengers appear And can great Lambert dye and Nature show No sign so great a ruine to forego Had I beheld th' Illustrious Prince of Light Resign his glorious Rays to sable Night And some bright Constellation fall from thence I instantly shou'd have inferr'd from hence Our certain loss and boldly wou'd have said The Heavens declare that vertuous Lambert's dead But none of these presented to our view Yet that he 's dead we know to be too true Let us consider then what loss we have And what great Vertue 's buried in his Grave For we lament no shrub that was but small But grieve to see this stately Cedar's fall Beneath whose spreading Branches whilest it stood Whilst it did flourish like a verdant Wood We did enjoy all that was just and good Great Ionathan a Witness thou may'st be He liv'd to serve his Sovereign and thee He was no gilded Image that did show A Glorious outside and did nothing know But he in every part was so compleat As shew'd that he was wise as well as great Among the Best he Noblest was and where The Noblest were there he did Best appear Mercy and Justice both did in him dwell And each did strive which shou'd in him excell He like another Atlas did sustain This Islands burthen with Minerva's Brain And in each Exigent he did advise As if that he had seen with Argus Eyes In sum Each action has deserv'd Renown For which he shall receive a Heavenly Crown And sing with Angels in that Heavenly Choire To which his Righteous Soul did still aspire To Madam Lambert NOW Madam since you have sustain'd a loss Which all the pleasures of your Life may cross And such a loss as doth all loss exceed Whose very name may make your heart to bleed Yet comfort take since he is gone before To wait your coming at the Heavenly Door Where you shall enter an Immortal Bride With Saints and Angels to be glorify'd Nor let it be a grief that you have none To pattern your dead Lord I mean a Son His Vertues have immortaliz'd his name And still he lives in a perennal Fame The Epitaph An Acrostick Strong Monuments of Wood Marble or Brass In time time decay and into Ruines pass Making a mock of all that Pomp and Pride On which the hopes of Fame has still rely'd Note here a President did know full well Life justly led all Monuments excel A Person of such great Desert and Fame Might all the highest worths of Honour Claim By which he to himself has been so kind Eternal Monuments to leave behind Reader who-e're thou art believe thus much This Island scarce can find another such On my Ladies Lap-Dog LElaps my Ladys Dog must sit at Meat And be her Taster e're my Lady'l eat The choicest bits the Table can afford My Lady cuts and gives them to her And many a lick his Curship gives my Lady Who cries Poor Creature he 's as kind as may be And when 't is Night e're she can take her rest My Lady calls for that which she loves best Her pretty Dog is all my Lady's care I smell a Rat Madam you 'd best beware All Night she folds him in her Arms the Cur Perchance may fare the worse for loving her He 's slick and sporting who can chuse but doat On that which lies under a Ladis Coat But why a Dog Cannot my Lady find Some spruce young Gallant that will please her mind Is Earth so barren can it not afford Something will better personate a Lord
all its rest On Clelia's Sore Eyes WHat makes the Frontiers of the sable night Display their Mists and thus expel the light Dire Queen of Shades what power as yet unknown Hast thou assum'd that 's stronger than thy own These sable Mists are worse than those that fell On impious Pharaoh for an Israel For but a time those dismal Clouds did stay Which gave a greater welcom to the day But now the Gods the angry Gods I find All human kind has at one stroke struck blind And rob'd the World of Glory in its height Having eclipst its main and greatest light And now alas muffl'd in Clouds it lies Groping in darkness robb'd of both its Eyes Nor can we hope our Fate for to reverse But are like mourners drooping o're a Hearse Till in your Eyes your Eyes we may behold Beauty enthron'd more bright than burnisht Gold Which now is hid and doth obscurely lye As pearls i' th' Oceans vast profundity But sure the mighty Pow'rs had some design And our neglect of you they thought a Crime And took from us what we as slightly prize As Indians Gold and precious Treasuries And now think sit lest by those Stars we fall And so receive a gen'ral Funeral For to restore us by degrees those Eyes Which else would make mankind a sacrifice As Men not quite recover'd of their sight Do lose the same by the excess of light A Dream TEll me thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night What horrid terror did my mind affright I saw and in a Dream a Damsel stood Before me trembling all besmear'd with Blood In her right Hand a wither'd Branch she had And with a sable Veil her Brows were clad And to her self she mourning seem'd to say 'T was love alas fond Girl did thee betray And so she vanish'd Then I heard a cry Of a lost Damsel at the point to die Her latest Breath did on Narcissus call Cruel Narcissus cruel in my fall For thee I did honour and life forsake And gave thee Love which thou refus'd to take For thee I did Philanders Love despise Who now may glory at my injuries Her other words she did in Tears confound Abruptly mangled in a dying sound With that I shrunk and sudain terror prest My melting Heart in my molested Breast I ponder'd in my mind at length I knew The voice was Phillis that her self had slew And art thou dead said I false unto me His hate 's a just reward of Perjury But O that yet my life cou'd thine redeem My Soul shou'd vanish as of no esteem O cruelty what made thee so unkind To kill the Joy and Darling of Mankind And since thy Death by Pen can't be exprest I 'le write thy Elegie upon my Breast But snatching at my Sword a Hand was sent My suden Execution to prevent And Phillis who before I thought was dead Appear'd and with a Garland Crown'd my Head And told me death had not the power to sever Two Hands two Hearts that must be joyn'd for ever Then waking suddenly I knew the Theam Was my molested fancy in a Dream Even when I wake or sleep thou' rt in my mind Unconstant Phillis cruel and unkind Omnia qua sensu volvuntur vota diurno Tempore nocturno reddit amica quies An Elegie on the Death of his very good Friend Mr. Edward Lynch Buried in Salisbury Cathedral ASist my Muse thou gravest of the Nine Melpomine assist and let Line Proceed from thy more solemn state which shall Attend the Rites of this sad Funeral Shall then Eternal sleep rich minds repress And leave them only to enjoy their bliss And must their Names no more be thought upon Buried in silent Oblivion And with their Bodies must their Names be thrust Into the Earth and Buried in the Dust No no their Fame swift Time shall ne're devast But flourish still so long as Time shall last Why then doth Death involve my Friend who sleeps And in the Dust a silent Requiem keeps But that thy Name henceforth may never die I 'l write in Verse thy mournful Elegie Yet Ink's too black a Colour to infold Thy vertuous Name that shou'd be writ in Gold That honor'd Marble that does bear thy Name Henceforth shall be Immortal by the same Nor Time nor eating Age shall e're devour What bears th' Impression of so fair a Flower When first my steps unto thy Grave drew nigh To pay my duty to thy memory The pious Marble thaw'd into a Tear As silently expressing thou wert there The Marble Statues Bishops Prebends Lords And many other that the place affords Through stony Mantles wept their sufferings And seem'd to me like Arethusa's Springs And may they ever weep for Piety Is seldom found among them till they dye Who e're shall hear thy Name and shall not spend One Tear for thee unpitty'd be his end And may his Ghost do pennance at thy Grave Honor'd though restless such a Doom to have Methinks I cou'd grow ang'ry with my Muse That shou'd at such a time her aid refuse But that she told me that her Lungs were weak And far unfit thy Praises for to speak And that whilst she thy Fame did strive t' express Her halting Numbers only made it less We knew thy worth e're we discern'd thy Age And budding Glory gave a true presage Of what thou did'st and what thou would'st have done Had not thy rising prov'd thy setting Sun O cou'd I speak thy praise I would disperse Thy living Fame throughout the Universe To tell thy worth how vert'ous and how wise In this I know none can Hyperbolise Each of thy actions strove for to excell As rolling Waves which in the Ocean swell My Muse in contemplation now of thee Has struck the Poet in an Ecstasie Love Triumphant T Was at the time when Phoebus with his Rayes The Universe with equal Beams serveys When Flocks and Heards to the cool Shades repair T' enjoy the Breezes of a cooler Air. I laid me down upon the Grass to rest Whilst Loves fierce God inflam'd my tender Breast Millions of thoughts I interweav'd with fears And my blest Saints Idea wash'd in Tears Ah cruel Nymph said I what God unkind Hath with such Cruelty incens'd thy mind Lay by Ioves Flames Salmonean terrors fear Least you his Thunder and his Lightning bear For that great God that rules the arched Skie Can ne're be pleas'd with acts of cruelty But if you needs will take a Goddess form Which can your native Beauty nought adorn Take her whose milder form Mankind did move To honour and adore as Queen of Love Thus shall you gain that honour that 's your due And we take you for her or her for you Thus whilst my mind passion toss'd too and fro As Waves by Winds which on the Ocean blow Behold my Clelia came and forward prest Whilst the light Wind her lower Parts undrest Rich in Attire in Beauty richer far Thus Venus us'd to court the God of War And thus
his Company So I who half an hour ago Built lofty Castles in the Air Did to my sorrow quickly know I was an Heir not worth a Hair Heredem scripsit me Numa convaluit A Song REstore my wounded Heart Dear Love And let thy conquering Eyes Thy hard'ned Heart with pitty move Towards a sacrifice Who prostrate lyes Your shade with reverence to Idolatrize Let not those powerful Siren Charms Which do my Heart delay Take me and Lull me in their Arms With an intent to slay Or only to betray That you by this the Prize may bear away But if the cruel Fates decree That Love must end in Death I 'le scorn my cruel Destiny And will resign my Breath Grasping the clammy Earth Cursing my Fate my Fortune and my Birth To Venus VEnus I oft have heard thy Name Ador'd thy God-head felt thy Flame And oft invok'd thy Power to find Some mercy in a Female mind And Cupid I to thee did pay My faithful Orisons each day And thou so well perform'dst thy Part I reign'd o're many a Virgins Heart But now I 've other work to do Faith thou must Court thy Mother too Nay many such a trick is done A Mother cheated by her Son And thou my pritty courtly Lad Of me shall find a loving Dad. No clam'rous Mars shall make thee fear Nor Vulcans Horns become a jear Nor yet his Net which did proclaim To all the Gods thy Mothers shame Tell her I 'm active young and free And that I 'm sure thou know'st I be A Lover too thou oft did'st prove The mighty force I had in Love Nor can my Parts so well inclin'd Fail for to please thy Mothers mind Nor will this Match be a disgrace Since I supply Anchises place Or young Adonis who did move Thy Beauteous Mother once to love Nor can'st thou this my passion blame That art the Author of my Flame Consider then the wound you gave Whose Power alone has strength to save And let thy never-erring Dart Reign Monarch of thy Mothers Heart Least from my Arms her self she shroud And I embrace Ixion's Cloud And courting of the Substance may With empty Shaddows only play Which ne're can quench my ardent Flame That 's as Immortal as her Name To Vesper SWeet Vesper bring the Night Why dost thou thus delay To rob me of delight Too long has been thy stay Make hast away And check the lasie Dawning of the day And Phoebus tell from me That he his Raies lay by Nor so discourteous be As once to mount the Skie Or once came nigh With one small Beam to wake my Love and I. Shou'd he scorn my desire I 'd send his Bastard Son To set the Heavens on fire And he agen shou'd run Without the Sun And grieve for what his folly shall have done How soon the Sun makes hast Unto his Thetis Bed Longing to be embrac'd And coole his radiant Head Which now looks red Such longing hopes hath Lovers ever fed How soon my Prayer is heard Cynthia's bright Horns appear No 't is my Love prepar'd Her Lover for to cheer In all her Sphere Her borrow'd Luster never shines so clear E Libro quarto Horatii Carmin Ode 7. THe Snow's dissolv'd the grassie Fields grow green And bald-pate Trees with dangling Locks are seen Earths course is chang'd and Rivers by the Sun Exhal'd with pregnant Floods their Banks o're-run The Graces and the Nymphs their Steps advance And being disrob'd do lead a Country Dance Times Mutability doth make appear That nought is permanent beneath the Sphere Mild Zeph'rus chides the Cold the Heat doth blast The slowry Spring and then posts on as fast Next fruitful Autumn comes upon the Stage Then lazy Winter like decrepid Age. And yet the Moon which shady Night adorns With waxing Light repairs his waining Horns But when we to the lower Shades repair Where Aeneas Tullus and Ancus are We instantly to Dust and Ashes turn No more return but rest us in our Urn. Who knows whether the Gods above will cast One day to add to what 's already past Nor shall thy greedy Heir for ever find What thou bestowest with a lib'ral mind When thou art dead and Minos shall of thee Give Judgment according to equity Torquatus not thy Stock nor Eloquence Nor yet thy Piety shall fetch thee thence For neither from the streams of Cocytus Cou'd Dian bring her Chast Hyppolitus Nor yet the friendly Theseus e're retake Perithous from the Lethean Lake A Song FAir Clelia didst thou know How great a sorrow in my Breast does flow Thou couldst not be Cruel to me Nor think it any gain To mock my Sorrow and deride my Pain Far be it yet from me To hope for Life that is disdain'd by thee For if I thought There might be ought In me that thou dost hate I 'd Court my Ruin and I 'd hug my Fate But if thou dost desire T' augment my grief and so increase my Fire Let me but know Thy pleasure 's so For I am so much thine As ne're to speak exclaim or once repine An Abcdary A sure Foundation makes a Building stand But he 's a Fool that builds upon the Sand. Consider Vertue in her glorious form Doth Youth in all her Ornaments adorn Extol her Beauty Court her Princely Eye For with her Wings she 'll raise thee to the Sky Get but a place within her Breast and know How mean thy thoughts were when thou wert below If thou dost once observe the Path she treads Keep close tho' over Rocks and Hills she leads Let not the error of the way deceive Mark well her course and thou'lt some tract perceive Nothing so hard but Industry will gain Obtain her once thou 'lt find her worth thy rain Perchance thou'lt say Vice leads a smoother way Question not so lest thou thy self betray Rewards are virtues due but pains confound Such vagrant Fools with a ne're dying wound Turn then and take that path that 's so severe Unto Eternal Joy that Course will steer When those who court a smoother path may go X times more quick yet to their overthrow Youth Beauty Strength do often ill advise Zeal only with a Crown adorns the Wise. A Deserted Lover AH lovely Fair can you so cruel be To scorn my Vows yet never pity me Can you prove false who once I did adore Pity a Youth that never lov'd before How wav'ring like the Wind What subtle dart Had you at first to penetrate my Heart Obdure as Steel which ne're no torture found Or ever knew for to receive a Wound Till in your Eyes the little twinkling Boy Taught me at first how to begin to toy He taught me Love whose active Fire first grew And more increast the more I look'd on you Yet you more Cruel than the Tygers Rage Relying on your Beauty Wealth and Age Disdain what you before did seem to prize And blast my Lawrel with your lightning Eyes Thus to the World your Cruelty is known
that art still but one Roses and Lillies are too mean a Grace Etherial Beauty Crowns your Heavenly Face Lasting as Fame still may your Honour be Like verdant Lawrel still from Envy free Admit my Fancy be too high or low Regent of Hearts know you have made it so On Clelia's severe Command TO thee O Wood I make my moan And sing the Accents of my groan Which else I durst intrust to none For since that she who I adore Has gave Command that I no more Shou'd blaze her Fame as heretofore Silence it self shall louder be Than any voice which comes from me Where any Auditor shall be Yet every whist'ling Wind shall bear My sad Complaint unto her Ear That her Commands were too severe And on each Tree I 'll carve her Fame Which still shall flourish by the same Th' Immortal Grove shall be its Name In which each chirping Bird shall raise Encomiums on my Clelia's praise Whilst I in sorrow spend my Days I 'l search the Aetnean Caverns where The fiery Sallamanders are To me those Flames cannot compare Though Mulciber does there display His slaming Ensignes Night and Day In time those Flames may yet decay But mine 's Eternal and will stay The substance ne're consumes away The more it burns the more it may They are no Lovers that can tell What caus'd how strong they love how well Love does ad Infinitum dwell I live on air of endless love And as a shadow only move By that which does the substance prove I 'le search where the Chamelions are And unto them I will declare That Love 's as bad a Food as Air. Nay worse for though their Food 's but Breath Air is their Life Love is my Death Hunger more Comfort wou'd bequeath But now I nearer come I see There can but little difference be I am a Shadow so is he I 'le dig the Earth that I may know What Nature has deny'd to show To Moles that in her Bowels grow And there I 'le whisper Clelia's Name That Mines and Stones may hear the same And tell from whence their knowledge came But now I nearer come I find That Moles and I are nigh of Kind For they as well as Love are blind For what they dig they do not know And labouring pain do undergo I love my case is even so Their pain is pleasure so is mine But here we differ mine 's Divine Their aim is Earth mine too sublime I 'le dive into the Watery-deep And see the Bodies that do sleep For whom the Waves themselves do weep And there together with the throng Of num'rous Fish I 'll swim along Who are like me depriv'd of Tongue Yet cou'd I like Arion play I 'd make those Mutes stand at a bay Whilst I my Clelia's praise display That so when ever I shou'd dye Each Element might then supply The praises of her memory A Song THE Fetters of Love are far stronger than hate Fast binding the Captive by that they call Fate Inslaving the Senses and dulling the Brain For a thing of no moment scarce worth a name A delight that does cloy as soon as enjoy'd And a Fancy obtain'd we after avoid The pleasures are past soon as ever they come And gallop away as the Deel upon Dun. A Complaint against Cupid for causing a distastful Love FArewell my scornfull Female Saint In vain you boast your conq'ring Eyes Whilst your deportment does depaint A Tygress o're a Sacrifice Desist for by the Powers above And by the Oath they use to swear My anger 's greater than my Love And your disdain I scorn to bear For your base pride you hold so high Will at the last your self anoy Like to the Cockatrices Eye Whose self-reflection doth destroy Know then that I am no such Fool To doat on your Complexion My Passion is become too cool For such a weak Infection Those am'rous glances which I paid To those disdainful looks of thine Are now asham'd that e're they made An Idol to adorn thy Shrine Cupid henceforth I vow despite Against thy Quiver and thy Bow Did I plead Nonage in thy sight Fond Boy that thou shouldst use me so I was not born of Stygian race Against the Gods I ne're made War Nor did thy Temples e're deface Or blemish'd Venus with a Scar. It was not I that took the pains Her secret Love for to discover And bound her in Cyclopean Chains Caressing her Licentious Lover How came it then that thou should'st make So strange a love my Heart to seize And give new vigor to the Snake Which was before content to freeze Didst thou at random shoot a Dart Directed by no certain slight To see if thou couldst hit a Heart Which did thy Childish Godhead slight Or art thou like some Idle Lad Whom no delight can e're content But in a humour raging mad Throws stones into the Element If so a Rod is fitter far For to correct thy Childish will And thousand petty Gods there are Can draw thy Bow yet never kill But I Blaspheme great God of Hearts Thou did'st this thing that thou mightst try With what a strength thy powerful Darts Force Love against Antipathy On his viewing a Fragment of the Old James THis piece of Wood which now doth lye Neglected by each passer by Not for so base a use design'd Did once despise the Waves and Wind. This was a Member of that Frame That once did bear great Iames's his Name Within whose bulk there did embark More Souls than Creatures in the Ark And unto cruel Death did drive Far more than Noah sav'd alive His wide-mouth'd Cannon oft did make The Watery Region to quake And frighted Neptune from his Seat Whilst his shrill Tryton blew Retreat The quondam rageing Waves did sly And left the Neighbouring Ocean dry His Warlike sides with fire and smoke Did oft the drunken Dutch provoke And made the modish French to find The difference 'twixt Smoak and Wind. Yet now in midst of all his State His Glory he resigns to Fate Like Hercules though Iove his Sire Yields to consuming Flames of Fire This makes the English Proverb sound Who 's born to hang shall ne're be drown'd For whom the Waves cou'd never tire Lies here at last consum'd by Fire An Anagram on His Highness Jame's Duke of York and Albany JAMES STUART Anagram A JUST MASTER Epigram I 'LL boldly on not fearing a disaster If Life or Death can serve so Iust a Master Susana Witherell Anagram U are all Whitness Epigram SUch great Perfection reigns through all your Soul You are all Whiteness not one part is soul. Another You are all Whiteness rare perfection hence Your very Name creates a Quintessence An Acrostick So Sweet so Good so Vertuous and so Fair United Forces still most pow'rful are Such conqu'ring Charms do in your Eyes appear As gives new Luster to the Hemesphere Nature in you perform'd her utmost skill Allowing priviledge to save or kill Who can resist the Dictates
POEMS SONGS AND Love-Verses Upon several Subjects By Matthew Coppinger Gent. LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel street in Covent-Garden 1682. TO HER GRACE THE DUTCHESS OF Portsmouth MAdam it is but just since you receive All the Delights our Soveraign can give That we in gratitude unto our King Shou'd to your Highness bring an Offering For we by Duty are oblig'd to Prize Those that are Gracious in our Princes Eyes As well as hate his greatest Enemies Accept this also Madam sent to you Both as Your Merit and Your Beauties due Which to You not the least of Glory brings Having by it subdu'd the best of Kings And now Your Country may Precedence claim Since You have gave it such a lasting Fame Greece Helen England Rosamond did boast But France You henceforth will Glory most For by Your conqu'ring Eyes You have made known The Monarchy of Beauty is Your own You are the Darling of my King His Pleasure His Indies of incomparable Treasure That precious Gem who from your Country came Too narrow for the Limits of Your Fame Into the Bosom of a King who knows What 't is for to deserve and to dispose But stay my Muse no Sacrilegious Eye Shou'd dare be so Prophane as once to pry In Princes Actions they like Gods appear And never move in any common Sphere We shou'd from their Concerns our selves retire And what we understand not well admire Your Pardon Madam if my zealous Passion Has err'd beyond the Rules of Dedication And if so high and rare a Contemplation Shou'd fly beyond all bounds of Limitation And on Dedalian Wings shou'd dare to pry Too near the Beams of Sacred Majesty Since my Ambition for your Service may Make me speak more than others dare to say Then prostrate at your Feet I now lay down This Infant Book which may deserve your Frown But hopes a better Fate since the intent Was good and only for your Service meant Which if you view but with a pleasing Eye It will presage such a Felicity That all the Frowns of Fortune and the rage Of time shall want a Power to engage Your Highnesses Most humble and devoted Servant Matthew Coppinger TO THE READER TILL this minute I was in doubt whether or no I should afford you an Epistle being as indifferent whether you take the pains to read it as you are to go to the cost to buy my Book It was design'd for my own Pleasure being the rellicts of some Idle hours wherein though I have borrowed the name of Clelia I wou'd not have you think I do it as your Epigrammists do only to sill up my Verse or to invoke an unknown Deity but that I veil'd my Ambition under it not daring to name a Person whose Quallity and Merit did so far exceed all my pretentions that it had been a sin as great as my Ambition to have once but mentioned her name and to have expos'd it to the publick view And as for what else you find contain'd in this slender Vollumn if you think it worth your time to give it the perusal you will find I took more care to please my self than you Your Friend M. C. POEMS On Clelia's Garden O Garden unto me more blest Than the Elizian Fields possest By happy Lovers and more Fair Than the Hesper'an Orchards are Which all in Golden Metal shine With Boughs and Leaves and Fruit Divine Such Paradise it self might be In its first virent Purity On which the Heavens did then dispence An incorrupted Influence Here grow no Dodan Oaks nor Pines Nor Elm-inamour'd clasping Vines No Paphian Myrtle nor the Bays Nor Lawrel binding Phoebus Rays No Cedar nor the pleasant Palm No Poplar dropping precious Balm Such Ornaments are far too mean In Clelia's Garden to be seen Within these Walks are neither set The Couslip or the Violet No Dary nor Narcissus grows No Tulip nor the fragrant Rose No Marigold nor running Vine Of the embracing Cullumbine Here is no Alabaster Font With Sea-green Tryton carved on 't Nor yet Arion to bestride The sporting Dolphins watery side Nor Neptune riding on the main Whose Hand a Trident does sustain No Silver Stream here glides along Bearing the Goose or Princely Swan Nor yet through pleasant Shades displays Its murm'ring Streams a hundred ways Here 's no Colossus to bestride The fronting Walks from side to side Nor any Statues that surpass Of sollid Marble or of Brass These and the like may such delight VVhose Eyes can't bare a better sight The Airy Nation sing not here But gladly lend a list'ning Ear. The chattering Pye if here grows dumb And prating Parrats Note is done Domestick Robin nought can say Not does its chat avail the pay The Goldsinch Linnet and the Thrush Confine themselves unto their Bush And for their silence you may swear They mute Pythagoreans are And Philomel is here affraid Tereus with Incest to upbraid Now some perchance may ask me where My Gardens excellencies are To which no other may compare I answer thus The shady Trees Whose spreading branches some may please My Clelia's presence doth supply Who may with Art and Nature vie For when she please for to unfold Her braided Tresses to behold You 'd guess it for a Grove of Gold But that her Eyes such Lustre make That any one may well mistake And think it Paradise and she The Guardian Angel of the Tree Upon her Princely Forehead there The the azure Veins so clear appear In such a rich composure set As far exceed the Violet But when she please for to disclose Her blushing Cheeks the new blown Rose For shame into its bud doth close Not once presuming for to vie With such a pure Vermillion Dye Her Skin so rare a White does show As may lend Beauty to the Snow The paler Lillies close do stand To steal some whiteness from her Hand Her clasping Arms O Charms Divine Do far excel the Cullumbine VVithin whose close embraces are Two Virgn Fonts so lovely fair That every drop which flows from thence Such Sov'raign Vertue will dispence As might if such a thing could be Cloath us with Immortality But when she please to touch her Lyre Or with her Voice our Souls Inspire The gen'ral Choire of Birds will be Ravisht with such a Harmony The Angels too that turn the Spheres VVou'd to her Anthems lend their Ears This is the Eden of my Pleasure The Indies of my choicest Treasure The Venus of my Love and State And the Sole Ruler of my Fate The Inquest WHere 's absent Clelia VVhere are those Eyes That steal away My Heart in Play And over it so strangely Tyrannize I thought I had been free But looking round Alas for me I nought cou'd see Yet found my self in Fetters closely bound I laid me down to rest And yet my mind Was still opprest And in my Breast I did a hundred thousand torments find I walk'd the City round In search of ease But nothing found
And break thy Glass if thou shouldst chance to spie One of the smallest Cupids in her Eye How then couldst thou resist united Charms Which conquer Men and Gods with their Alarms But let that pass sure I have seen before Thy Picture painted on a Usurers Door They call'd it Time Temp. 'T is true and I am he Until this day regarded not by thee And something slightly now Seest thou this Glass Thy Life and Sand in the same moment pass Sen. Thou ly'st base Slave though Sixty years are run Double their Number are as yet to come My active Blood runs quick and every part Performs it's Duty round about my Heart My strength at Thirty never was more great Nor does one part fail of it's usual heat All pains and groans have now forsook the Stage And like the Phoenix I 've renew'd my Age. Temp. Fond Man thy present State is but a Breath And lightsomness doth but foretel thy Death Just as a Lamp when all the Oyl is spent Gives the last farewel to it's nourishment Mor. Here ends thy Labour thy last Thred is spun Embrace me silently now I am come You seem to wonder doating Age I am Death Come to demand this moment of thy Breath How soon he 's gone how silently he lyes When I once come in vain are all Replies No Charms can stay m'inexorable Hand All Sexes bow the head when I command If I once strike no Wards against my Blow Youth Beauty Strength and what are priz'd below Are menial things and here may please the Eye But Vassals-like desert their Lords when I Do once appear in vain are Prayers or Tears No sound of Mercy ever pierc't my Ears Chor. Then happy he who leads a life so blest That when thou com'st thou only shalt devest Of Earthly dross whose better part shall flye A welcom present to the Deity There shall be lasting Pleasures to be found That he shall thank the Hand that gave the wound An Elegie on Mr. W. L. MEek Kind and Good could I relate Our loss and thy too sudden fate I 'd force the World to lend their Eyes As Conducts to thy Obsequies But since thy loss too great appears To be the Subject of our Tears We will contemplate on thy Worth Too great for any to set forth And only saying Thou art dead Will be as much as can be sed Quid de te jactor fama tua gloria major A Song I Will not tell her that she 's fair For that she knows as well as I And that her Virtues equal are Unto the Glorys of her Eye And that I love her well she knows For who can view that Heavenly Face Not paying that Respect he owes To Beauty bearing such a Grace But this I 'le tell and tell her true She takes upon her too much State For by the Gods it would undo A King to Love at such a rate Let Common Beauties boast the Power Of some uncommon Excellence And thank Dame Nature for the Dower Of that decoying Charming Sense Adorn themselves with Pearls and Gold In Rubies and Rich Di'monds shine In choicest Silks that may be sold And all to make such Ladies Fine These are like some Rich Monument Rais'd all of carv'd and costly Stones Painted and Gilt for Ornament But full within of dead Mens Bones Such common ways my Clelia scorns Her lovely Soul is too sublime She 's not compleat that Cloaths adorn Or does in ought but Nature shine To Clelia FAir and yet Cruel sure it cannot be Nature denies such Catastrophe The spangled Orbs serenely do display Not in a Cloudy Night the Milkie way The misty Shades do swiftly disappear When Sol's Bright rays do Crown the Hemesphere But Love is subject to the Chains of Fate And more unhappy proves than fortunate How often have my Vows to Clelia paid My Constant Zeal How often have I made The same consession of my Love to thee As mortals pay unto Divinity Yet the requital of my Love's Disdain And Cruelty the Med'cine for my Pain A Viper which doth seed upon my Heart And plays the Tyrant upon every Part Forcing a Lethargy through all my Soul Which does my vital Spirits so controul That though you 'd strive for to prevent my fate My Doom's confirm'd and pitty comes too late Thus the faint Pilgrim with Devotion bows Unto the Sacred Shrine and pays his Vows Beging a Blessing on his feeble knee Supported by his Faith and Piety His daily Orisons do beg Direction From that great Pow'r that is his sole Protection But when at last his fatal Glass is run And time casts Mists before his glimmering Sun In some old ruin'd Monastry or Cave Shunning the World he seeks a quiet Grave A Song I Have drank too much Lethe of late I 've forgot that I e're was in Love I am Crown'd with a nobler Fate 'T is a passion that 's too much above That pittiful State Which sometimes moves pitty but oftener hate The sad looks of a Lover in pain When my fancy descends to his Breast Makes me Smile when I think how in vain He does so much disquiet his rest In thinking her best Who in mocking his Love does think her self blest Such Whiners as these at their leasure With an ang'ry glance from their Eye They quickly deject at their pleasure Who during their anger do dye Such is the measure These predicant Fools do get from their Treasure To Clelia THink not fair Madam that your high disdain Which wounds my Heart shall cause me to sustain The pond'rous bulk of all your Tyranny And the Insulting Conquest of your Eye Against your scorns I 'le arme my panting Heart Secure from wound and safe in every Part Biding defiance to your Conq'ring Eyes I 'l give you no more leave to Tyrannise Yet if at last no Remedy I find To ease the troubles of my tortur'd Mind And with despair must yield to Fate my Breath Shall censure you the Agent of my Death Then you that are the cause of this my fate Shall mourn and grieve like one that 's desolate And on my Hearse engrave my Tragedy With Tears proceeding from your doleful Eye Yet have a care for if a Tear should steal And touch my Corps I instantly should feel The Fire of Love to kindle in my Breast ' Twou'd wake my drowsie Senses from their rest Me tamen urit amor quis enim modus adsit amori To Clelia MIrrour of Beauty from whose conquering Eyes All Power of Love and Glory does arise Resistless Charms does Crown your Heavenly Brow You Hellen-like no Second can allow Here Nature strove to shew her greatest Art Each part of you does captivate a Heart Your wounding Beauty spreads through every Part. Pardon me then if that I soar above The Merits of undeserving Love I needs must love for 't is my cruel Fate Let not my kindness then deserve your hate Since to your Beauty I have Prisoner been Divinest Creature think
it not a Sin The Torrent of my Grief oreslow'd my Heart And Love conceal'd still swell'd in every Part. All my Ambition only is to gain Your love but Cruelty I strive in vain One Smile from you has power enough to save A drooping Corps that 's catching at a Grave One Frown wou'd make a Miser ' midst his store Forsake his Wealth his Fate for to deplore The Gods bewail their Case and mourn to see Mortals so blest more than Immortals be Iuno till now from her Olympick Throne Nere saw a Beauty greater then her own Since then all Beauty is in you alone You are that Goddess I 'le adore or none Scribe aliquid magnum I Thank you worthy Sir your good advice Is like the Recepes of a Doctor 's Bill Where an Ingredient's dear to save the price You 'l leave it out though it the Patient kill You 'd have me take some Noble Theam and make Verses that might be worthy of the Press Which if I were so mad to undertake You 'd see a Gyant in a Pigmies dress I am no Mole nor can I feed on Earth Nor yet Camelion to browse on Air I always have sed well e're since my Birth And now to starve my self I do not care Wou'd you but be Mecenas then I 'd try To what my bold Invention cou'd aspire And strive for to excel in Poetry Great Maro and the Rhodopean Lyre No barren fancy shou'd possess my Brain Each Verse shou'd flow as from Apollo's Quill In such a lofty and Heroick strain The Universe I 'd with my Numbers fill I 'd frame such raptures in Immortal Verse As shou'd the brightest Stars from Heaven convey And every Cloud the Muses shou'd disperse And with my Feet I 'd tread the Milkie way Otia da nobis sed qualia fecerat olim Mecenas Flacco Virgilioque suo Condere victuras tentem per secula chartas Et nomen flammis eripuisse meum De Pompeo Filiis e Martial THe Sons of Pompey yielded up their Breath In divers quarters of the spacious Earth Europe within her Bowels does contain One of the Sons of Noble Pompey slain In Asia's Confines doth the other lye And he himself in Africa did dye What makes the World as Thunder-struck appear That such a Slaughter shou'd be every where So great a Ruine cou'd not likely be Contained in One place nay scarce in Three De Sacerdote qui Caniculum in Coemeterio Sepelivit A Wealthy Thuscan Priest of no mean note One that cou'd say his Decalogue by rote And Pater-noster too and if such need Cou'd make a Repetion of his Creed Had a small Dog he did so much regard That dead he Buried him in the Church-yard The Bishop glad that he had got a Claw Whereby to get the Priest into his Paw Summons him to a strict Examination Of his so irreligious Violation Of Holy ground The Priest who knew his mind How much he was to Avarice inclin'd Appears and with him brings full Fifty Pound Which he knew well wou'd make the matter sound The Bishop urg'd the Crime and so far went That he poor Man must be to Prison sent To whom the Priest My Father did you know How much you to that loving Creature owe And how in Wisdom he did antecede All that I ever knew was of the breed I am sure you wou'd not blame my action then Since he deserv'd a Burial among Men. For whilst he liv'd and did enjoy his Breath He was as wise as Men but more in Death The Bishop ask't him how The Priest reply'd He wisely made his Will before he dy'd And knowing that it was a Pious deed He left you Fifty Pounds to help your need With that produc'd the money Sure reply'd The bishop never Dog more fairely dy'd And God forbid I shou'd at all detract From this your Zeal in such a Pious Act. If you have more let there be set apart A place to bury Dogs of such Desert On Suadela THey say Ulisses by his Art Had power to hear the Sirens Sing And from their Charming Notes depart Tasting the sweets without a Sting I wonder not since free from harms I have left Suadela and her Charms Nobis placeant ante omnia Sylvae HAil Sacred Woods and all the rural Gods Who in these Coverts make your blest abodes Ye Fauns and Satyrs that do here reside And Watery Nymphs that neer these springs abide And ye ye pretty mourning Turtle Doves The living emblem of chastest Loves May no devouring Hawk e're fly this way Of so much Innocence to make a prey Let all be happy chirp sweet Birds and sing And with your Melody these Woods shall ring For here I first beheld that Angels Face Which to these Coverts gave the greatest Grace And thou old Oak beneath whose spreading shade That Heavenly Object did my sight invade May no rough Wind e're rend thy aged top Or thankless hand thy Beauties glory crop Or shivering Winter which the Woods bereaves E're rob thee of thy green and shady Leaves But may each year new Strength and Verdure grant 'Till thou grow young as when thou wert a Plant And may'st thou flourish many Ages more And still more green than e're thou wast before But when thou must decay for eating Time Will not permit thee always thus to shine From thy old Trunk may thousand young ones Flower Weaving their tender Boughs into a Bower And thou great Paphian Goddess ever bless This goodly Bower with so much happiness That whosoe're shall come within it's shade Shall to thy Mystick power be Captive made Each Lover then this Covert shall invite To taste the happiness of Loves delight Thus shall thy fall be greater then thy rise And of a Tree become a Paradise An Epitaph JUst as I liv'd just so I dy'd Contemning God and Man With Earthly dross nere satisfi'd Now satiated am Desire not to know my Name Which justly is accurst For making Gold my chiefest aim Even with Tantalian thirst A Dialogue Lover REnder your Heart or else give mine agen Virgin What change with Men Lov. Justice commands you to do one or t'other Vir. Yes to a Lover Lov. Then I am he sweet Saint that owns that Flame Vir. You are much to blame Lov. For loving you I must until I dye Vir. Pray tell me why Lov. Most mighty Love no reason can indure Vir. Is your Love pure Lov. As pure from spot as Elemental fire Vir. N'ere to expire Lov. No not when Time it self shall cease to be Vir. You have conquer'd me Lov. Blest voice that very word new life does give Vir. With thee I 'le live Lov. Our mutual Joy shall with our Loves combine Vir. I am only thine Lov. Triumphant Love what never lose the field Vir. Love makes me yield Lov. Then let 's enjoy each other without fear Vir. Agreed my Dear A Pastoral Courtship COme my Dear Love into this Grove This Paradise shall cover The secret Pleasures of
Yet 't is the mode I grant it so you keep Your Dogs to watch whilst Madam you do sleep However we 'd suppose this done for fashion Did not your actions shew too much of Passion For 't gives suspition unto every Guest To see a Christian serv'd after a Beast Her Plea is Innocence yes in this sense A kind of dogged brutish Innocence And Pretty May be so Nature thou' rt wise In giving Ladies such perspicuous Eyes When first I saw him lying on her Bed I could have left him shorter by his Head For all his Beauty nor yet cou'd I find One part more rare in him than all his Kind And yet she doats upon this ugly Cur He and my Lady 't is keeps all the stir Many do think the Dog is too obscene Or what the Devil shou'd my Lady mean De Leone Lepore e Martial WHat makes the trembling Hare the Lyon fly Thy death agrees not with his Majesty A nobler Object doth his rage possess And thou by flying makes his Glory less His Hunger is asswag'd by blood of Bears And mighty Bulls he in his anger tears The choicest Stag the Coverts can afford Is made a Dish to serve the Forests Lord Dogs prey on Hares Let not the Irish Boy Fear mighty Charles will his base Youth destroy To the Worshipful Jonathan Atkins Knight Governour of the Island of the Barbadoes WHat ails the Poet What a new desire Inflames his Heart and doth his Soul inspire With emulous Notes to touch Apollo's Lyre 'T is you dear Sir as great by Birth as Fame Whom Merit and true Honour gives a Name Who Heaven Great Soul did send for to revive This drooping Island and to keep alive Those who Oppression did before enslave And Cruelty deject unto the Grave You are the Subject of my Verse to you All the Encomiums of our Praise is due Astroea now appears with Heavenly Grace And banish'd Justice re-assumes her place The course of things are chang'd and we are now No more deceiv'd by Ianus double brow Blest Halcyon days and you that made them so Unto what Land soever I shall go Your Memory I 'll strive for to display Whilst Phoebus with his Beams adorns the day But yet methinks I hear some say Where 's he Dares contradict us in our Seigniory And tax our actions Come and you shall see One fam'd for Justice Mercy Piety VVhose Eye no diff'rence knows between the poor And him whose laden Ships can hold no more VVhose actions Justice guides for in each Hand The Sword and Balance equally do stand Here 's no Perversion here 's the Motto too Give God and Caesar equally their due O glorious Sun-shine of this Western Isle VVhat noble Appellation or what Stile Befits thy Praise Or how can we express Our Joy your Bounty and our Happiness VVhose liberal hand bestows e're we can think Whole Bowls of Blessings fill'd up to the brink Beyond our hopes Yet thus the Powers we serve Are wont for to reward e're we deserve O thou great Author of all earthly things Whose hand deposes Princes throws down Kings Who view'st from thy Olympick Throne the State And actions of each mighty Potentate VVho rules the worlds vast Frame O Crown the days Of our blest Ionathan with living Bays And that his Progeny may ever live Propitious Heavens grant as I believe First shall the liquid VVaters cease to flow The Earth to cause both Plants and Trees to grow Heavens radiant Monarch shall deny his light The Machine of the VVorld involv'd in Night The Lamb shall slay the Lyon and the Hare Of the swift Hound no more shall stand in fear The Eagle court the Dove and all things be In Sympathie with their Antipathie 'T is then and not till then my Pen shall stay And strive no more your Glory to display Which like the Sun in his Meridian height Cheers the whole World with his illustrious Light Ante leves ergo pascentur in oethere cervi c. Quam nostro illius labatur pectore vultus The Lovers Greeting WHen bald-pate Winter with his hoary head By the Springs kind aspect was vanquished When sturdy Boreas Storms were over past And milder Zeph'rus breath'd his gentle blast In pleasant May when Flora did invest The Fields with green and shady Coverts blest When ev'ry where the bright refulgent beams Of glorious Titan shin'd upon the streams Of gliding Crystal Floods whose waving pace Seem'd as it were to emulate with Grace The various Clouds and gladly to invite Faint-hearted Lovers to their dear delight It was my chance to meet my dearest Love Who Gods you know I do esteem above All earthly Treasures and to me what-e're Under both Polls can be accounted fair I came and with a modest pace and bent My tim'rous body full of discontent And at her feet who the great Gods above Can testifie I do sincerely love I prostrate fell thinking thereby to gain One loving smile but it was all in vain For O my cruel Fate at the first view Her smiling Countenance my Love withdrew And with an ireful look she cast her Eye Bending her brows now full of Tyranny So have I seen when Phoebus in his might Shoots forth his glorious Raies whose shining light Doth dazle all Mens Eyes yet by and by An envious Cloud doth hide him from our Eye But all this time I stood amaz'd nor knew To bear those sudden storms of frowns she threw Just as when Iove doth thunder in the Sky The amaz'd beholder ready for to dye Trembles and shakes not knowing how to free Himself from danger that he 's forc'd to see Yet at the last when I cou'd nought perceive That might at all my tim'rous heart relieve Like a bold Soldier mad with desp'rate Fate Resolv'd my cruel Fortune to abate And give the Onset with a Heart that 's free From Fear or any such base ignomy I tried a thousand ways but all in vain Still what I did did more increase my Flame Ah cruel Nymph abate your high disdain And grant me Love to mitigate my pain Which if you do deny for my relief 'T is Death shall ease the burthen of my grief Sui minus est animus nobis effundere vitam In me crudelis non potes esse diu Farewell to Pleasure and to fond Delight Farewel those thoughts which an unconstant mind Is still perplext with pond'ring in the Night For what his wearied Lust can never find His Rage is blind And he far more unconstant than the Wind. When I but think how my disorder'd Heart Has by the motion of one flatt'ring look By that detested vile and cursed Art Venus I mean thy subtle tempting Hook Been tamely took Thus tempting Toys make Children leave their Book O then those Charms that did my Heart controll Burst in a Fury from my swelter'd Brest And the disorder'd passions of my Soul Their damn'd and treach'rous ways does so detest That over-prest My weary'd mind is robb'd of
themselves who in the Woods retire The Naides and Draydes attire I silent lay as if with sleep opprest Whilst her right Arm surrounds my willing Breast I made return and often Clelia cry'd She who you seek is here she then reply'd With that I gave a start to let her know How great a passion in my Breast did slow She smil'd as something pleas'd to see me start And by my actions seem'd to know my Heart Then as if newly risen from a trance Or death-like sleep I did my Head advance And mildly speak her thus Goddess most fair If you are come to comfort my despair You have nob'ly done taking that shape whereby You may at once deceive and please my Eye But if you come for to deride my fear And make me think my absent Clelia here You have lost your aim for to my grief I know My Clelia ne're did so much kindness show However I 'm content be what you will Nothing that bears that form can e're be ill Much more I wou'd have said but she too kind To bear my passion with a steady mind With loving words my sorrow did asswage Commanding me no farther to engage My self in sadness since before my Eyes No flying shade did stand to Tantalize But real Substance which did passion move And her who I so oft had vow'd to love I gave attention unto what she said And millions more of Protestations made To keep my faith inviolate whilst she Poor Soul did both believe and pitty me I often kissing wring'd her by the Hand And by dumb signs gave her to understand My head-strong Passion wou'd no more obey Since she her self had took the curb away But she too Innocent ne're understood The swelling Tides of Passion in my Blood Yet from her Eyes some pitty did distil Like Pearls thrust out though shrewd against their will Unwilling for to leave that happy place Where sorrow cou'd not chuse but have a grace Thus temper'd Steel is sometimes clad in rust And grains of Gold are mingled with the Dust. But I who in the Wars of Love had been A Voluntier thought now or ne're to win The honour of the day and in some sort To gain the conquest of the Virgin Fort Which I assaulted with so free a force Not with Battallions of Foot and Horse But smooth and courtly Complements as might Have mov'd the chaste Diana to delight And made the cold Lucretia to desire To wanton in the Flames of Venus fire Then Clelia surrender'd all her Treasure Was solely at the Conquerours will and Pleasure Which was so great that nothing can augment My Joy or add unto my blest Content Divinest Creature to whose heavenly Brow Our yielding Hearts do with submission bow Rare Master piece of Nature here I lye Conquer'd by Beauty and by Beauty dye To you my Ghost shall in the Night appear And though I die I 'll never leave you here Yet you are cruel and will not afford My dying Corps but one poor parting Word O that your Beauty had less mortal been Or that to love had not been held a sin I boldly to the World wou'd have made known Thy Beauty claims Desert and thine alone But stay methinks there 's something in thy Eye That tells me that thy Lover must not die And since that thou hast gave this blest Reprieve I for thy sake will be content to live And by some signal Service henceforth try For to requite your generosity AS you are fair can you be loving too And make me happy in adoring you Not all the Wealth that India can give Without your love can make me wish to live As in the Ocean on a Summers day You may behold the Fish keep Holy day Are all o're-joy'd and smile as 't were to see Fair weather gild the rough and angry Sea Can so my Fortune more auspicious prove You having smil'd upon my hopeless Love Be as you are so kind so truly fair Loving of me who now cast off despair Too soon a flame will else my Heart control And leave my drooping Corps without a Soul Make me but sure that you will ever love Me who no other joys cou'd ever move Happy that day thrice happy wherein I In you beheld my chief felicity Adoring you I feel a scorching fire You you alone can make that flame retire Not that the Ardor can e're quite retreat All you can do is to allay the Heat The scorching Fervor never will give o're Wealth cannot do 't nor a whole Nations store That you are good we know Vertuous and Wise India's bright Sun took luster from your Eyes Can else his Beams so dazle all Mens sight Give me but leave I 'll say He robb'd his Light Without your Beauty he eclips'd must lye Your Presence comprehends a Deity Love heads his Golden Arrows and from you Can take such Charms as may the World subdue Make all things yeild even the great Gods above Me thinks I hear them cry Great Queen of Love Wish ing to fall by your more pleasing Fate To you they come and for their Sentence wait Live Queen of Love with most Imperial State On a Sigh GO mournful Sigh haste to my Fair And to her what thou know'st declare Tell her that thou wert so opprest Within the Prison of my breast That having broak the Gaol thou fled'st to her for rest But if unkindly she deny Then shall thy wretched Gaoler die And by this means thou shalt be free From thy Confinement she from thee And I from all my grief and wretched misery But yet poor mournful Breath beware Thou dost not draw from her a Tear For if thou dost I will confine Thee to this hollow Breast of mine And give thee no more leave or time to wander there For who can tell but she may be So loving as to pitty thee And on thy sorrow notice take And entertain thee for my sake In Paradice of Joy and full felicity Mount Ida. IN times of old when Kings did not disdain The sweet Employment of the silly Swain When to the Gods the rural Altar fumes With Sacred Incense and with sweet Perfumes Were daily blest and all things seem'd to be A Paradise for Mans felicity Then no insulting Tyrant did molest Hind'ring the quiet of his Subjects rest But then Simplicity did crown the day And Innocence did every Scepter sway Within the Confines of vast Asia's Womb Once was a stately City now a Tomb Imperial Troy whose stately Structures Pride Did Egypts lofty Pyramids deride Rich in a King their glory to augment No Stranger but by lineal descent And blest with Children of such high Renown Which did augment the honour of his Crown But that this Sentence might have its Probatum Nihil est ab omni parte beatum Whilst Paris Priam's Son with care did keep In flowry Meads his Fathers Flocks of Sheep Lo Three triumphant Goddesses of Birth Celestial guide their steps unto the Earth VValking to view
fright My Heart and make me tremble at the sight Nor cou'd it shake the Castle of my Soul That 's fortifi'd beyond such weak control My Valiant Heart ne're sears the scorching Sun Nor the strange Operations of the Moon No Comet hath the power to make me fear Not though his Beard portend a Famine neer Or Pestilence or Sword or what is worse All Heavenly Influence turn'd into a Curse For what are these but secondary things And in the Hands of the great King of Kings VVho can dispose of us and all of these Not as we wou'd but as himself does please Si fractus illabatur orbis Impavidum ferient ruinae On the Death of Mr. William Goffe late Gallant to the Lady Willoughby Yeomans kill'd by Richard Love HOw Goffe forsook her 't is as true as may be He has took distast and so has left my Lady This should not be for Ladys have such Art VVhen they have got possession of a Heart They know their forces and with cunning sway No Heart can mutiny or disobey Some say he 's dead This then will end the strife Death robb'd my Lady as she robb'd his VVife By what rude Hand was it that he did fall By Love O mighty Love thou conquer'st all Hast thou again mistook has Death and thee Been conversant and chang'd Artillery Reclaim thy Errour see what thou hast done Give Death his Arrows and take thou thy own Ah Madam now where were those powerful Charms That should have kept your Lover in your Arms Come tell me Venus is not Love your Son The same with Cupid Then what has he done O he has slain thy Mars and Arms put on VVould fright Achilles and his Myrmodons But yet methinks your Lover should not dye Death sure cannot resist a Ladies Eye Go touch his liveless Corps and when that 's done The Tyrant needs must give you what 's your own But that Dame Baucis will put in a Plea E'ne take him Death for he belongs to me Unless to share him you have got the Art Half for my Lady Death take Baucis part As the Twin Stars by turn shine in the Skie One day he shall survive the next day dye But we have found a better way then this Madam my Lady or what else you please Shall put on all her Ornaments and Geer Step down to Hell and find her Lover there There intercede with Proserpine the Queen And if she can but him from thence redeem She shall in partnership no longer be But by this means gain the Monopoly Now Orpheus for a Women once did so She for a Man will make it quid for quo But here perchance you 'l say 't is basely done Thus to insult upon a Ladies wrong Which I 'le deny for many in your sight Do think far worse than I intend to Write And though they do not speak their thoughts are free A secret's worse than open Enemy But I am neither Deaths severer Brow Presents his Image that I write of now And to my thoughts most sadly does discover The grief that you conceive for such a Lover But this does most of all my passion move That he who liv'd by Love shou'd dye by Love But I have done lest this shou'd give offence My Ne plus ultra makes a recompence A Lovers Complaint AH fainting Breath there 's nought can yield relief Unto a wounded Soul whose murm'ring grief Loves no delay but like the rising Sun Still perseveres until his course is done What shall I speak or what can I devise I 'le rather dye than once Apostatize Nor shall my panting Breath your shade defame I 'll honour you and Idolize your Name And though at last you scorn me till I dye I needs must love you to Eternity Love in Ambiguity WHy shou'd I urge my Love since that I know Her Merit 's great and my Desert's as low My thought 's as high as his who did aspire To climb the Charriot of Etherial Fire And rashly perish'd such has my fault been His was the King of Light and mine the Queen I fondly thought Prometheus-like to steal The heavenly Flame her Beauty does conceal And for my Error feel the raging smart Which Vulture-like does seed upon my Heart Pardon my rashness mighty Queen of Hearts And thou great God of Love whose peircing darts No Medium knows but either help or kill Must I the Number of thy victims sill O play not with my Heart as Children do With some poor Bird which while they love they shew One over-weening grasp of life bereaves And in a moment all the joy deceives But why do I thus deprecate in vain Hoping for what I never can obtain Alas unworthy Wrecth too great a sire Has on a sudden kindled thy desire Beyond thy Fortune as some Country Wight Who never knew the Wars or how to fight Talks Big or Stoutly and resolves to try His ne're prov'd Courage on the Enemy But when he sees the adverse Host draw nigh And now or never all his Manhood try He throws his Arms away resolves to yield And like a Vassal quits the ne're sought Field Just so did I my actions thoughts and all Let all objections in a moment fall Untill your Heavenly Beauty I did see Alas too strong an Enemy for me At the first sight I yielded Heart and Will Lady to be at you Devotionr still Among the many Trophies then that wait Upon your Beauty let it be my Fate Or rather Fortune since it cannot be Counted a Bondage where the Body's free But why the Body Body Heart and Mind Unto your Beauty are alike confin'd Are either fix'd or move by your direction Yet proud in being Vassals to Perfection Eccho to the Painter out of Ausonius ALas fond Painter why dost strive to grace An unknown Goddess with a fancy'd Face I am the Daughter of the Tongue and Wind An empty Mother Voice without a Mind I dying sounds fetch back with living tone And others mock with Words that are my own I in thy Ears my Habitation found And if thou mean'st to paint me paint a Sound A Dialogue between an Aethiopian and a White Virgin Vir. AFfright me not you urge your suit in vain More Fear than Love your Hellish looks have bred Eternal terror seize you for your pain Think you I 'll take a Devil to my Bed Go Court the Darkness Wed thy self to Night Fry in your Sands and search for grains of Gold O Sun how canst thou thus behold a sight That will thy glorious beams in darkness fold Sure thou art Pluto ugly infernal Prince Be gone I say be gone to the Divine And Beautious Creature thou didst ravish hence The lovely Fair and Charming Proserpine Eth. Whitest of Whites more lovely than the day Which from the East in radiant beams appears More lovely to my sight than Cynthia Which twice six times a year her Beauty clears Despise me not because that I am black The Sun you
speak of lyes so neer our Land We have him in our Face you on your Back Nay sometimes with him we walk Hand in Hand Since then that he who the whole World surveys Doth deal his Blessings with partiality You he does warm us scorcheth with his Rays Your Beauty works the like effect on me Vir. My Beauty Slave stop that presumptious word Shall such a Harpy ever speak my Name Does Earth another Cacus yet afford What was I born to be a sport to Fame Thou art that brand the fatal Sisters threw Into the Fire at Meleager's Birth Which half consum'd in hast Althaea drew Out of the Flame be gone thou Son of Earth Eth. Alas too cruel Nymph despise me not A Slave I am but unto none but you Whiteness in you none counteth as a spot And in our Black lies our chief glory too The Day is pleasant unto every sight And all men praise the glory of the Sun Yet when 't is gone how soon they hug the Night And sleeping in its sable Bosom run 'T is only Fancy moves the Sphere of Love No Colour wards where Cupid shoots his dart Thou God who all things with thy power dost move With one small touch O wound this Virgins Heart That she who doth thy Power so much despise May quickly by experience learn to know Thou only giv'st those leave to Tyrannize That pay submission to thy Conquering Bow Observe the Rain-bow view the Colours there Looks it not pleasant unto every Eye Diversity of Colours makes it fair Discord in Musick makes an Harmony Since then that I am Black and you are Fair What a sweet Babe may come from such a pair An Epitaph UPon this Marble Stone forbear to tread Or to deface the Relicks of the Dead Yet Read and so let fall a Tear in Verse To pay Devotions to his mourning Herse Here 's Vertue laid and Piety lies slain Who the three Graces shall revive again Those Powers Immortal who in Heaven do shine That Trinity although One God Divine Shall raise his Body glorious from the Dust Who in his Maker did repose that trust The Lovers Iubile 'T Was Evening when the Suns departure made The open grounds a comfortable shade When walking forth to view the fragrant Fields The sweet variety that Flora yields Near to a Myrtle Grove a Cave I spy'd By which a pleasant Stream did gently glide Amidst the Grove an ancient Altar stands Almost defac'd by irreligious hands This I repair'd and said O Goddess now Who e're thou art receive my sacred Vow And grant my Suit and let some pity move In Clelia's Heart a more propitious Love Off'rings by me shall ever be repaid Upon this Altar though by time decay'd And Mans ingratitude Then looking round I spy'd an Iv'ry Image on the ground Hail Power said I what impious hand hath done So vile an Act who wou'd such honour shun I washt it in the Stream and to it said Ah beautious Image fair Pigmaleon Maid Then gazing on it where a Fillet ty'd The Ivory Hair this Motto I espy'd In Honour of the mighty Cyprean Goddess O thou Illustrious Queen of Love said I What Hand cou'd do this great Impiety What Impious Creature was it durst prophane Thy sacred Shrine O Sin without a Name Against a Myrtle by the Altar stood The Goddess Seat Arch'd round with Carved Wood There I the Image set and having laid My Hand upon the Altar thus I pray'd Great Paphian Goddess Cytherean Shrine Whose presence I acknowledge is Divine If to this Grove or Altar I have done Ought Meritor'ous or have favour won Let Love to all more mild and gentle be And cease to punish Mans Impiety A thousand Lovers shall this Grove frequent And offer Odours of the purest scent The Shepherds that possess the Vales shall bring Their Sheep-hooks crown'd to thee an Offering The Altar shook the Myrtles seem'd to move Resounding murmuring Notes of happy Love Celestial Musick did salute my Ears VVhen lo the God of Love to me appears And says Young Man this Bow my hand doth hold Le ts sly no Arrow but the Head is Gold Thy Prayer is heard the Goddess is appeas'd And every Lover of his pain is eas'd No Jealousie or Fears shall now torment A Lovers Joy or ravish his Content The fairest Nymphs whose Beauty wins the Bays Shall sing Encomiums of her Lovers praise The fairest Shepherdess for Love hath Charms Shall fold a naked Shepherd in her Arms Fair Daphne playing on a rural Quill Both Hills and Dales with Corydon shall fill And Corydon shall VVoods and Springs possess VVith praises of his Loving Shepherdess Loves mutual Sympathy shall Crown the Year And thou whose Heart doth Loves Idea bear Shalt in thy Clelia find a quick return VVho in thy absence flames of Love do burn And e're the Sun the Horizon decline Her beautious Body shall be joyn'd to thine This said he lightly from the Altar Springs And Fans the sounding Grove with tow'ring wings Then on a sudden through my swelling Veins Loves passion glides and all my Bones inflames And having gain'd the Conquest of my Breast Reigns Monarch there and scorns to be supprest The Goddess then adoring I a way Espy'd which 'twixt the Shrine and Altar lay This path I follow'd Fortune was my guide And led me all along the River side VVhere Multitude of Lovers did resort Filling the Fields with all delightful sport Some in the stream their tender Limbs unite Like Salamacis and Hermaphrodite Others upon the ground so closely lye You 'd take them for the Zodiack Geminy One's plaiting Garlands ' tother 's twisting Boughs Commixt with Flowers to bind her Lovers brows One's braiding of the Hair another tries VVith pleasant Songs to close her Lovers Eyes This seeming coy a thousand pretty ways Her eager Lover to her Arms betrays That skill'd in nothing but pure Innocence Thinks to delay her Lover's an offence O happy place said I and down I lay Upon a rising ground that did survey The posture of each Lover when from far A Lady came just as a rising Star The lighter Vestments that her parts infold VVere Azure Silk and interweav'd with Gold Her Hair was braided drest with Ribbons so Iris appears drest in her mantling Bow A Silver Veil her beauteous Face did shade So fine you 'd say 't was by Arachne made The emulous Winds her swelling Garments kiss VVhich to my view betray'd a Lovers Bliss I gaz'd not able to revert my Eyes From Loves great Charms and sacred Novelties Thy Fate Acte on then I did bemone And fear'd it instantly might be my own But as she nearer came unto my view My doubts were clear'd and I my Clelia knew I ran to meet her when her eager steps Prevents my speed and in my Arms she leaps Clasping I laid me gently on the ground Millions of kisses their successors found I ruffled up her Silks which kept the way Unto the Paradise where Cupid lay She made
resistance such as might be said Thou shalt enjoy and yet I 'le dye a Maid Her Eyes declar'd her Pleasure and Content And what she did was out of Complement What thought can know the Pleasures I enjoy'd Immortal Pleasures never to be cloy'd But till in modest terms I can express My full fruition you have leave to guess VVe bound our Brows with Myrtle and teturn'd Unto the Grove and sweetest Odours burn'd VVe deck'd the Shrine with Garlands and this day For ever we our Annual Rites will pay And unto every Lover this shall be Great Paphian Queen a joyful Jubile On Love LOves Charms all humane force do sway And Monarchs do his Power obey Nor is there any can resist He makes them Love and when he list No place prescrib'd now here now there The surest place is any where A Song COme let 's to the Tavern be gone The day does begin to decline All the time we do lose VVe basely abuse The longing desire of VVine Boy call up your Ladies of Pleasure No Stoick with us shall tarry VVe 'll drink all the Night And take our delight Let Sectary Dreamers marry Come fill the Glass full to the Brim Though Iove our Pleasure opposes Our Pallates 't will please And expel all Disease And inflame our frollick Reposes VVe laugh at the madness of those VVho heap up a Mass of Treasure VVe hate a base Miser But we will be wiser And confound all our Riches in Pleasure Thus like Gods we 'll have pleasure in store And our Wine shall roar in like the Waves And in spight of pale Death That destroyer of Breath We 'll keep Revellings yet in our Graves The Surrender I Yield dear Enemy nor now Can I resist so sweet a Brow For who would not a slave remain On whom thou please to lay thy Chain For with such love thy Yoak I take As Martyrs that embrace a Stake Now since I own this great defeat Command thy Forces to retreat And vail those charming looks from whence My Ruine comes by Innocence And since I yield my self your Slave Let Beauty which the conquest gave Not triumph in the vanquisht foil Or glory in your Captives spoil The noble Lyon in his rage Disdains his Forces to engage Against a prostrate Worm from whence His vallour can have no pretence Such honours always did pursue The Roman Valour as their due And since that you have now put on The Courage of an Amazon An Angels Beauty such a form May glorified Saints adorn May all their Vertues take a place To grace thy Heart as well as Face And in thy Breast some pitty plant The only Good that thou dost want Thus shall my Chain more gentle prove Supported by the Wings of Love I love a Lass that will not wed Yet vallues not her Maiden-head That is not peevish proud nor poor That scorns the Title of a Whore That can both Dance and Sing and Quass And in what ever humour Laugh Who swears by Fate she 'll not abuse What Nature gives her leave to use Yet to a Friend will not be coy But give him leave for to enjoy What he desires so he 'll conceal Those hidden Pleasures which they steal She is not such as stand without And call to every rabble Rout Crying Turn in thou honest Fellow Until their is grown so mellow That even the Pox would scorn to dwell In such a loathsom nasty Cell A vengance take such Whores as these 〈◊〉 are far worse than the Disease I cannot guess but their descent Was from some nasty Excrement Else cou'd they ne're infect the Earth With Plagues but from so base a Birth A Dream WHen Titan hasted from his heavenly Sphere And Thetis modest Blushes did appear Grown weary with the fervor of the day Upon the Banks of a cool Brook I lay The shallow Stream soft murmuring did yield A whistling Zeph'rus cool'd the heated field The Birds in Trees with their mellodious Throats Prattled the discord of divided Notes The Hills the sound repell'd the Virgin Voice To every accent lent a parting Noise The Grashopper whose shriller voice repairs The smalness of his kind with pleasant Airs Made all the Fields to ring such harmony Proceeded from th' Innumerable Fry I fancy'd this to be th' Elizean Groves The happy Paradise of all chast Loves And wisht my Clelia here when happily A silent slumber clos'd my twinkling Eye Behold the God of Dreams before me stood And with his Leaden Wand he smooth'd the flood And brusht the whistling Winds which forthwith lay Upon the ground as Dews that fall in May. A gen'ral silence cover'd all the place And on my Head he laid his drowsie Mace Earth seem to vanish Heaven for to descend A hundred Thrones one Goddess did attend VVho in a Rain-bow Robe commixt with Rays Such as Sol wears when he the VVorld surveys Enters the Pallace from her sparkling Eye Proceeded Love and awful Majesty A Throne there was Twelve Lyons did uphold Set round with Amethysts in beaten Gold The steps were Crowns Scepters and Diadems Rubies and Saphirs and commixed Gems The Goddess this ascends whose heavenly Face Did quite eclipse the luster of the place Millions of Cupids in their Liveries Attend the motion of her sparkling Eyes A Herauld then the Goddess will proclaims And summons all who burn with Love's fierce Flames T' appear before the Throne VVithout delay Innumerable Troops her will obey And here 't was worthy of ones observation To see each Mimick fool it in his station One in an antick posture leads a Dance And swears each step is Alamode de France 'Tother more solid walks a State-Corant And Pedigreed Antiquity doth vaunt The next a puling Lover foreward steers His Eyes deject distill abundant Tears Complaining of his cruel Fate to move In some base Punk a more auspicious love A braging roaring Russian next appears Who talks of desolation racks and fears Affrights his Love who he doth strive to gain And thinks Bellona one of Venus train Some aged Fools I saw among the rest Who time of every Sense did quite divest Shaking their hoary Heads in their esteem As Complaisant as when they were Sixteen Protesting Love in such a doleful strain As Ghosts are wont who Visit Earth again But that which mov'd me most was for to see My Brother Poets sensless foolery Loaden with Anagrams Acrosticks time Was never spent in cobling of such Rhime Some weep in Elegie and Epitaph Whose Nonsense well might cause the dead to laugh Others more Jocund Songs and Catches make And sure they are that every Clause will take And in a word though all was but delusion It was the perfect Map of meer confusion The Goddess smil'd as well she might to see The true adorers of her Deity So much deluded by each Idle Passion Which was by custom grown into a fashion And gave Command for 't was her will and Pleasure Which rashly broke they might repent at leasure That none shou'd
Court in any other sort Then what was us'd when Mars and she did sport Think you said she that Peleus e're had sped So happily in Thetis pregnant Bed Who oft by varying forms she did delude If not by force he had her charms subdu'd Did not th' Infernal Prince ascend from Hell To Lights abode where Gods and Men do dwell And took thy Daughter Ceres to Command The utmost limits of th' Infernal Land Yes Proserpine was fair a Goddess too What cannot Love that mighty Monarch do Think you that Iove Father of Gods and Men Had e're enjoy'd Agenor's lovely Gem If not by Pollicy made his escape And then confirm'd his Passion with a Rape And thousands more were won after this fashion Not courted with an Idle whining passion Fortune assists the bold who Courts by Letter Is counted modest yet thought ne're the better For Women love those that are brisk and free And hate the lasie Lovers Pedantry If they slight you do you but then slight them The Women soon will learn to Court the Men Did not the Beautious Eccho Court in vain The self admiring Boy who with disdain Her love repaid did not Medea wo The Emonean Prince with love and Magick too And Sylla too by Impious love misled Her Father slew to gain just Minos Bed And both her self and Purple Hair did bring Pledges of love unto the Cretan King And Dido whilst her love she did pursue The Trojan Prince to her embraces drew 'T is only Custom makes them claim as due The Adoration that belongs to you Your servile Yoak of passion quickly break And put in practice what you hear me speak They all assent and wisely did approve The wholsom Counsel of the Queen of Love And so departed when a pretty Lass Which in the dark might for my Lady pass Gave me a kiss and to me smiling sed She thought the Grass as good as any Bed I hugg'd a wholsom Girl in my esteem So wak'd and vext I found it but a Dream To the Honourable Jonathan Atkins Governour of the Barbadoes WIth joy like ours the mighty Roman State Their Capitolean Triumphs celebrate Sing Io Peans for their Victory And Trophies bring great God of VVar to thee Yet we to you Great Sir will Trophies bring Of Peace a more delightful Offering Our VVoods shall ring whilst we bring Myrtle Boughs Commixt with Bays to crown your sacred Brows And thou Daphnean Lawrel too shall joyn Thy verdant Leaves which shall his Temples twine Ceres Pomona Flora all shall bring The Glorys of the Summer Autumn Spring The great Survey or of the East and West Shall fire the Spices of the Phoenix Nest And Iove's great Bird shall in her Tallons bring The living Phoenix as an Offering Iris to both the Poles her Bow shall tye VVhose party-colour'd Robes adorn the Skie The spangled Orbs their glory shall dispence Upon this Isle with sacred Influence All things shall strive to add some glory to This Fertil Isle that 's Governed by you Even senseless things And shall I silent sit And slear at all for to be thought a VVit Like many Foppish Gallants now adays No I 'le present you with this sprig of Bays Inspire my Muse thou sacred God of Verse VVhilst in Heroick Numbers I rehearse The glory safety and the blest content Depends Great Sir upon your Government The Rich the Poor the Strong the Impotent Each in his Station reaps a blest content The Rich his Land and Cattle doth obtain The Poor Man reaps the fruit of all his pain The strong Mans strength is curb'd from Tyranny The weak ne're fears his angry Enemy Here no Man falls by cruel hand of VVar Nor raging Tumults terrifie from far But here in safety every man does lye Reaping the joys of such Tranquillity Vive le Roy. Great Charles thou didst foresee This Countrys good and Long'd for Liberty Great Ionathan our David well did know On whom his Love and Honour to bestow Else had this Isle ne're seen this happy time More Fertil by your presence than the Clime O happy Island O Thrice happy Land VVhose Regiment is given to your Hand Rule as you please those Pow'rs that reign above Inspire your Soul with a paternal Love Infusing in our Hearts Obedience still Governing all our Actions by your VVill. O mibi tam longe maneat pars ultima vitae Spiritus quantum sat erit sua dicere facta Non me carminibus vincet nec Thracius Orpheus Nec Linus On the Nine Muses out of Ausonius CLio relates things done and gives the time Melpomene delights in Tragick Rhyme Thalia sports it in lascivious Verses Euterpe sweet and pleasant things reherses Terpsicore with Harps the mind inspires Erato dancing most of all desires Calliope brave Deeds to Books commits Urania to Astronomy submits Polhymnia describes with hand and gesture In midst of these Apollo most Divine VVith his diffusive Spirit cheers the Nine To Clelia HEiress of love and glory of the Time Angelick Beauty shining in your Prime Thus Gods in ancient times did terrifie Poor Mortals by approaching Deity As when you show the luster of your Eye Whose high Majestick grace when lookt upon Doth cause an awful adoration Never did Egypt Apis worship more Offering their lives then we do you adore The Sun-burnt African of sable hue VVorships the Moon and thinks it may be you The Persian the Sun and thinks he spies The glory only propper to your Eyes But we enlightned by that glorious light Wou'd make a Sun-shine in the darkest Night Do really adore that high persection Which they enjoy but only by reslexion Fair Clelia then give me but leave to say I shall no more delight to see the day Than see you happy which shall ever be The greatest happiness can come to me On the undaunted Courage of a Shipwrackt Captain HArk how the roaring Winds great God of Thunder Exalt the briny Floods to tear a sunder Our well rig'd Vessel riding on the Main Whose lofty threatned Pendant does disdain Proud Neptunes angry Power and awful wrath Dashing the boldest of his Waves to Froth Which when the King of Floods with anger saw His awful Trident scorning to withdraw He summon'd all the Waves and did implore The Eolean aid which made the Winds to roar Now like to Mountains rise the Waves on high Tossing the nimble Vessel to the Skie Then by a great descent she falls again Into the gaping Bowels of the Main No voice is heard in vain they spend their Breath Two Elements at once conspire their Death The Mariners are stupisi'd with fear The skilful Pilot knows not how to steer The Ocean boils and to augment the rage The Winds from ev'ry Point the Floods engage Heavens face is cover'd with a Veil of Night The Thunder bearing Clouds ejected Light From all Parts flies and in this wretched state Presents to all an unavoided Fate Which when the Captain saw he gaz'd a while To see their manly
by Fate in Adamantine Chains Orph. The Gods with ease afflict Poor Mortals who their power can't contradict And we adore That power the more And herein surely trust If we but once are good that they are just Eurid None but the Guilty fear And what they fear 't is Justice they shou'd bear Let nothing cause A farther pause But in this Temple joyn Two Hands Two Hearts which Fate cannot untwine Hym. Goddess of Hearts Before whose Throne VVith equal parts Two and yet One Themselves present To the intent That thou mayst ever be Propitious to their Love and Amity Grant their Requests Let lasting Peace In mutual Breasts Ever increase And may they prove True as the Dove And may they also be Inrich'd with a most numerous Progenie For by this Light And Altars fume Which in thy sight We here consume Thou ne're didst bless With happiness Two Lovers that will prove More great in Merit or more true to Love Chorus Let pleasing smiles And mutual Joy The time beguile And never cloy Let pleasant Theams In gentle Dreams Increase their generous fire And kindle Flames that never shall expire Hymen The Goddess frowns and with dejected Eyes Seems slightly to regard our Sacrifice One of the Turtles which the Offering were Dy'd on the Altar e're I made my Prayer The Tapers shone but with a heavy light One sputtering Blue resign'd his Flame to Night Orpheus The Gods deep wills are seldom known 'Till put in Execution And 't were a folly to lament A certain doom none can prevent Then why shou'd we capitulate With what recorded is by Fate Euridice The power of Fate cannot our love control And fear 's too base for any generous Soul The Gods who in a higher Orb do move May take our lives but never wrong our Love Let 's then like Turtles sitting on a Tree Wait for the Hawk wou'd catch us if we flee FINIS THE TABLE A. A Wealthy Thuscan Priest of no mean note Page 23. Alas poor Infant Death was too severe Page 30. Assist my Muse thou gravest of the Nine Page 45. As in the Ocean on a Summers day Page 50. A sure Foundation makes a Building stand Page 67. Ah lovely fair can you so cruel be Page 68. Admired Beauty whose victorious Eyes Page 76. An Anagram and Epigram on James D. of York Page 83. An Anagram Epigram and Acrostick on Su. W. Page 84. A Boat a Boat Page 89. An envious angry sluggish drunken Lover Page 91. Ah fainting Breath there 's nought can yield relief Page 95. Alas fond Painter why dost strive to grace Page 97. Affright me not you urge your suit in vain Page 98. B. Before some Famine Pestilence or War Page 32. Beautious Hersilia those that rule above Page 73. C. Coy Clelia veil those Charming Eyes Page 7. Come my dear Love into this Grove Page 27. Cilex a Theif much noted for his crime Page 71. Come le ts to the Tavern away Page 106. Clio relates things done and gives the time Page 116. D. Divinest Creature to whose heavenly brow Page 50. Dost thou not see this Picture set Page 59. F. Fair and yet cruel sure it cannot be Page 17. Farewel to pleasure and to fond delight Page 41. Fair Clelia didst thou know Page 66. Farewel my scornful Female Saint Page 80. From Salamis when Tucer fled Page 87. G. Go tell her that I love Page 8. Go mournful sigh haste to my fair Page 52. Go dull Mechanick whose infective pride Page 70. Go tell my fair that I. Page 102. H. Hail ancient Brother what is in thy mind Page 13. Hail sacred Woods and all ye rural Gods Page 24. How Gosse forsook her 't is as true as may be Page 93. Heiress of Love and glory of the time Page 106. Heark how the raging Winds Great God of Thunder ibid. I. If that this Book without command Page 6. If that extortion fraud and strage Page 12. I will not tell her that she 's fair Page 16. I have drank too much Lethe of late Page 18. I thank you worthy Sir your good advice Page 21. Iust as I liv'd just so I dy'd Page 26. In times of old when Kings did not disdain Page 53. I yield dear Enemy nor now Page 107. I love a Lass that will not wed Page 108. L. Lelaps my Ladys Dog must sit at meat Page 35. Loves Charms all humane force doth sway Page 105. M. My Genius hurried by that haste Page 10. Meek kind and good cou'd I relate Page 15. Mirrour of Beauty from whose conqu'ring Eyes Page 20. My Friend John Clement 'tother day Page 60. N. No Salvage Tyranny no desperate War Page 91. O. O Garden unto me more blest Page 1. Of mighty Jove I lately askt a Boon Page 86. Out or I burst what damn'd confounded spell Page 121. O Hymen come away Page 123. R. Render your heart or give mine agen Page 26. Restore my wounded heart dear Love Page 61. S. Shall still my suite prove vain then bid me dye 71. Sweet Vesper being the Night 63. So strange a distemper I ne're yet did know 72. T. The crafty Thief may rob thee of thy store 9. Think not fair Madam that your high disdain 19. The Sons of Pompey yielded up their breath 22. They say Ulisses by his art 24. Tell me thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night 43. 'T was at the time when Phoebus with his rays 47. The Snow's dissolv'd the grassy Fields grown green 64. To thee O Wood I make my moan 76. The Fetters of love are far stronger than hate 79. This piece of Wood which now doth lye 82. They say that Souls departed first must run 88. 'T was Evening when the Suns departure made 101. U. Venus I oft have heard thy Name 61. Venus of Souls whose hand controls 69. Upon this Marble stone forbear to tread 100. W. Where 's absent Clelia 4. What makes the Frontiers of the sable Night 42. What ails the Poet what a new desire 37. When bald-pate Winter with his hoary head 39. What makes the trembling Hare the Lyon fly 36. Why dost thou thus delay 85. Why shou'd I urge my love since that I know 95. When Titan hasted from his heavenly Sphere 109. With joy like ours the mighty Roman State 113. Where is this Boanerges that dares batter 102. Y. Te powers above and ye Celestial ones 31 FINIS Mr. Gosss Wife