and Torture every part To heal me of my Love 2. There is no danger if the pain Should me to a Feaver bring Compar'd with Heats I now sustain A Feavour is so Cool a thing Like drink which feaverish men desire That I should hope 't would almost quench my Fire The separation 1. ASke me not what my Love shall doe or be Love which is Soule to Body and Soule of Mee When I am sepa'rated from thee Alas I might as easily show What after Death the Soule will doe 'T will last I 'me sure and that is all we know 2. The thing call'd soule will never stirre nor move But all that while a livelesse Carkasse prove For 't is the Body of my Love Not that my Love will fly away But still continue as they say Sad troubled Ghosts about their Graves doe stray The Tree 1. I Close the flour'ishingst Tree in all the Parke With freshest Boughs and fairest head I cut my Love into his gentle Barke And in three dayes behold 't is dead My very written Flames so vi'olent be They'have burnt and withere'd up the Tree 2 How should I live my selfe whose Heart is found Deeply graven every where With the large History of many a wound Larger then thy Trunke can beare With art as strange as Homer in the Nut Love in my Heart has Volumes put 3. What a few words from thy rich stock did take The Leaves and Beauties all As a strong Poison with one drop does make The Nailes and Haires to fall Love I see now a kind of Witchcraft is For Characters could nere doe this 4. Pardon yee Birds and Nymphes who lov'd this Shade And pardon mee thou gentle Tree I thought her name would thee have happy made And blessed Omens hop'd from Thee Notes of my Love thrive here said I and grow And with yee let my Love doe so 5. Alas poore youth thy love will never thrive This blasted Tree predestines it Goe tie the dismall Knot why shouldst thou live And by the Lines thou there hast writ Deform'dly hanging the sad Picture bee To that unlucky Historie Her Vnbeliefe 1. T Is a strange kinde of Ignorance this in you That you your Victories should not spy Victories gotten by your Eye That your bright beames as those of Comets doe Should kill but not know How nor Who. 2. That truly you my Idoll might appeare Whilst all the People smell and see The odorous flames I offer thee Thou sit'st and doest not see nor smell nor heare Thy constant zealous worshipper 3. They see 't too well who at my fires repine Nay th ' unconcern'd themselves doe prove Quick-Ey'd enough to spy my Love Nor does the Cause in thy Face clearelier shine Then the Effect appeares in mine 4. Faire Infidell by what unjust decree Must I who with such restlesse care Would make this truth to thee appeare Must I who preach it and pray for it bee Damn'd by thy incredulitie 2. I by thy Vnbeliefe am guiltlesse slaine Oh have but Faith and then that you May know that Faith for to be true It shall it selfe by'a Miracle maintaine And raise mee from the Dead againe 3. Meane while my Hopes may seem to be orethrowne But Lovers Hopes are full of Art And thus dispute that since my Heart Though in thy Brest yet is not by thee knowne Perhaps thou may'st not know thine Owne Love given over 1. IT is enough enough of time and paine Hast thou consum'd in vaine Leave wretched Cowley leave Thy selfe with shadowes to deceave Think that already lost which thou must never gaine 2. Three of thy lustiest and freshest yeares Post in stormes of Hopes and Feares Like helplesse Ships that bee Set on fire 'i th midst o' the Sea Have all been burnt in Love all been drown'd in Teares 1. Resolve then on it and by force or art Free thy unlucky Heart Since Fate does disapprove Th' ambition of thy Love And not one Starre in heave'n offers to take thy part 4. If ere I cleare my Heart from this desire If ere it home to'his brest retire It nere shall wander more about Though thousand beauties call'd it out A Lover Burnt like mee for ever dreads the fire 5. The Poet the Plague and every small disease May come as oft as ill Fate please But Death and Love are never found To give a Second Wound Wee 're by those Serpents bit but wee'redevour'd by these 6. Alas what comfort i st ' that I am grown Secure of be'ing againe orethrowne Since such an Enemy needs not feare Least any else should quarter there Who has not onely Sack't but quite burnt downe the Towne TO THE READER IN stead of the Authors Picture in the beginning I thought sit to fix here this following Copy of Verses being his owne illustration of his Motto and as I conceive the more lively representation of him Tentanda vita est qua me quoque possim Tollere humo victorque virûm volitare per ora WHat shall I do to be for ever knowne And make the Age to come my owne I shall like Beasts or Common people dy Unlesse you write mine Elegy While others great by being borne are growne Their Mothers Labour not their owne In this Scale Gold in th' other Fame does ly The weight of that mounts this so high These men are fortunes Jewells moulded bright Brought forth with their owne fire and light If I her vulgar stone for either looke Out of my selfe it must be strooke Yet I must on what sound i st ' strikes mine eare Sure I Fames Trumpet heare It sounds like the last Trumpet for it can Raise up the buried Man Unpast Alps stop mee but I 'le cut through all And march the Muses Hanniball Hence all ye flattering Vanities that lay Nets of Roses in the way Hence the desire of Honours or Estates And all that is not above Fate Hence Love himselfe that Tyrant of my dayes Which intercepts my coming Praise Come my best Friends my Bookes and lead me on 'T is time that I were gone Welcome great Stagirite and teach me now All I was borne to know Thy Schollers Vict'ories thou doest farre out-doe He conquered th'Earrh the whole World you Welcome learn'd Cicero whose blest Tongue and Wit Preserves Romes Greatnesse yet Thou art the first of Or'atours onely hee Who best can prayse thee next must bee Welcome the Mantuan Swan Virgil the wise Whose Verse walkes highest but not flies Who brought green Po'esie to her perfect age And mad'st that Art which was a Rage Tell mee yee mighty Three what shall I doe To be like one of you But you have climb'd the Mountain's top there sit On the calme flourishing head of it And whilst with wearied steps we upward goe See us and Clouds below FINIS A Table of the Heads in this Poem THe Request Pag. 1. The Thraldome 4 The Given Lover 5 The Spring 8 Written in Iuyce of Lemon 10 Inconnstant 13 Not faire 41 Platonick Lover 15 The Change 16 Clad all in White 19 Leaving Me and then loving many 19 My heart discovered 20 Answer to the Plantonicks 21 The vaine Love 22 The Soule 23 The Passions 26 Wisedome 28 The Despair ibid The Wish 30 My Diet 32 The Thiefe 33 All-over Love 34 Love and Life 35 The Bargaine 37 The Long Life 39 The Councell 40 Resolved to be beloved 42 The Same 43 The Discovery 45 Against Fruition 46 Love undiscovered 47 The Given Heart 48 The Prophet 49 The Resolution 51 Called Inconstant 52 The Welcome 53 The Heart fled againe 55 Womens Superstition 56 The Soule 58 Eccho 59 The rich Rivall 60 Against Hope 61 For Hope 63 Loves Ingratitude 65 The Frailty 66 Coldnesse 67 The enjoyment 68 Sleepe 70 Beauty 71 The Parting 73 The Picture 74 The Concealement 76 The Monopoly 77 The Distance 79 The Encrease 80 Loves Visiblity 81 Looking on and discoursing with his Mistresse 82 Resolved to Love 83 My Fate 85 The Heart-breaking 86 The Vsurpation 88 Maidenhead 90 Impossibilities 92 Silence 94 The Dissembler 95 The Inconstant 96 The Constant 98 The Name 100 Weeping 101 Discretion 103 The Waiting-Maid 104 Councell 106 The Cure 107 The Separation ibid The Tree 108 Her Vnbeleefe 110 Love given over 113 FINIS
THE MISTRESSE OR SEVERAL COPIES OF LOVE-VERSES Written by Mr. A. Cowley In his Youth and now since his Death thought fit to be published Haeret lateri lethalis arundo LONDON Printed for Rowland Reynolds at the Sun and Bible in Postern-Street neer More-Gate 1667. To the Reader A Correct Copy of these verses and as I am told written by the Authour himselfe falling into my hands I thought fit to send to the Presse chiefely because I heare that the same is like to bee done from a more imperfect one It is not my good fortune to bee acquainted with the Authour any further then his fame by which hee is well knowne to all Englishmen and to that I am sure I shall doe a service by this Publication Not doubting but that if these verses please his Mistresse but halfe so well as they will generally doe the rest the world hee will bee so well contented as to forgive at least this my boldnesse which proceedes onely from my Love of Him who will gaine reputation and of my Country which will receive delight from it I shall use no more preface nor 〈◊〉 one word besides these few lines to the Booke but faithfully and nakedly transmit it to thy view just as it came to mine unlesse perhaps some Typographicall faults get into it which I will take care shall be as few as may be and desire a pardon for them if there be any Farewell THE MISTRESSE OR SEUERALL COPIES OF LOVE VERSES The Request 1. I ' Have often wisht to love what shall I doe Me still the cruell Boy does spare And a double taske must beare First to wooe him then a Mistresse too Come at last and strike for shame If thou art any thing besides a name I le thinke Thee else no God to bee But Poets rather Gods who first created Thee 2. I aske not one in whom all beauties flow Let me but love what ere she bee Shee cannot seeme deform'd to mee And I would have her seeme to others so Desire takes wings and strait does fly It stayes not dully to inquire the why When I 'me that thing a Lover growne I shall not see with others Eyes scarce with mine owne 3. If shee bee coy and scorne my noble fire If her chill heart I cannot move Why I 'le enjoy the very Love And make a Mistresse of mine owne Desire Flames their most vigorous heat doe hold And purest light if compast round with cold So when sharpe Winter meanes most harme The spring Plants are by the Snow it selfe kept warme 4. But doe not touch my heart and so be gone Strike deepe thy burning arrowes in Lukewarmnesse I account a sinne As great in Love as in Religion Come arm'd with flames for I would prove All the extremities of mighty Love Th' excesse of heat is but a fable Wee know the torrid Zone is now found habitable 5. Among the Woods and Forrests thou art found There Bores and Lions thou dost tame Is not my heart a noble game Let Venus Men and Beasts Diana wound Thou dost the Birds thy Subjects make Thy nimble feathers doe their wings oretake At every spring they chant thy praise Make me but love like them I 'le sing thee better laies 6. What service can mute Fishes doe to Thee Yet against them by Dart prevailes Peircing the armour of their Scales And still thy sea-borne Mother lives i'th'Sea Dost thou deny only to mee The no-great priviledge of Captivity I beg or challenge here thy Bow Either thy pitty to mee or else thine anger show 7. Come or I 'le teach the world to scorne that Bow I 'le teach them thousand wholsome arts Both to resist and cure thy darts More then thy skilfull Ovid ere did know Musick of sighes thou shalt not heare Nor drinke no more on wretched Lovers Teare Nay unlesse soone thou woundest mee My Verses shall not only wound but murther Thee The Thraldome 1. I Came I saw and was undone The Lightning through my bones marrow run A poynted paine pierc't deep my heart A swift cold trembling seiz'd on every part My head turn'd round nor could it beare The Poyson that was enter'd there 2. So a destroying Angells breath Blowes in the Plague and with it hasty Death Such was the paine did so beginne To the poore wretch when Legion entred in Forgive me God I cri'd for I Flatter'd my selfe I was to dye 3. But quickly to my Cost I found 'T was cruell Love not Death had made the wound Death a more generous rage does use Quarter to all he conquers does refuse Whilst Love with barbarous mercy saves The vanquisht lives to make them slaves 4 I am thy slave then let me know Hard Master the great aske I have to doe Who pride and scorne doe undergoe In tempests and rough Seas thy Galleys row Thy part and groane and sigh but finde Thy sighs encrease the angry winde 5. Like an Aegyptian Tyrant some Thou weariest out in building but a Tombe Others with sad and tedious art Labour i' the Quarries of a stony Heart Of all the workes thou dost assigne To all the severall slaves of thine Employ me mighty Love to digge the Mine The Given Lover 1 I 'Le on for what should hinder me From Loving and Enjoying Thee Thou canst not those exceptions make Which thin-sould under-mortalls take That my Fate 's too meane and low 'T were pitty I should love thee so If that dull cause could hinder me In Loving and Enjoying thee 2. It does not me a whit displease That the rich all honours seise That you all Titles make your owne Are Valiant Learned Wise alone But if you claim o're Women too The power which over men ye doe If you alone must Lovers bee For that Sirs you must pardon mee 3. Rather then loose what does so neare Concerne my Life and Being here I 'le some such crooked waies invent As you or your Forefathers went I 'le flatter or oppose the King Turne Puritan or Any thing I 'le force my Mind to arts so new Grow Rich and Love as well as You. 4. But rather thus let me remaine As Man in Paradise did reigne When perfect Love did so agree With Innocence and Poverty Adam did no Joynture give Himselfe was Joynture to his Eve Untoucht with Av'arice yet or Pride The Rib came freely back to ' his side 5. A curse upon the man who taught Women that Love was to be bought Rather dote onely on your Gold And that with greedy av'arice hold For if Woman too submit To that and sell her selfe for it Fond Lover you a Mistress have Of her that 's but your Fellow slave 6. What should those Poets meane of old That made their God to wooe in God Of all men sure They had no cause To bind Love to such costly Lawes And yet I scarcely blame them now For who alas would not allow That Women should such gifts receive Could They themselves Be what They give 7.
happy call Till the cleft Foot discovers all Then they start from 't halfe Ghosts themselves with fear And Devill as 't is it does appear So since against my will I found Thee foul Deform'd and crooked in thy Soule My Reason strait did to my Senses shew That they might be mistaken too Nay when the world but knowes how false you are There 's not a man will think you fair Thy shape will monstrous in their fancies be They 'l call their Eyes as false as Thee Be what thou wilt hate will present thee so As Puritans do the Pope and Papists Luther do Platonick love 1. INdeed I must confesse When Souls mix 't is an happinesse But not compleat till Bodies too do joyne And both our Wholes into one Whole combine But halfe of Heaven the Soules in glory tast 'Till by Love in Heaven at last Their Bodies too are plac't 2. In thy immortall part Man as well as I thou art But something 't is that differs Thee and Me And we must one even in that difference be I Thee both as a man and woman prize For a perfect Love implies Love in all Capacities 3. Can that for true love passe When a faire woman courts her glass Something unlike must in Loves likenesse be His wonder is one and Variety For he whose soule nought but a Soule can move Does a new Narcissus prove And his own Image love 4. That soules do beauty know 'T is to the Bodies help they owe If when they ow't they strait abuse that trust And shut the Body from 't 't is as unjust As if I brought my dearest friend to see My Mistresse and at th' instant He Should steal her quite from Me. The Change 1. Love in her sunny Eyes does basking play Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Haire Love does on both her Lips for ever stray And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there In all her outward parts Lov 's alwaies seen But oh He never went within 2. Within Loves foes his greatest foes abide Malice Inconstancy and Pride So the Earths face Trees Herbs and Flowers do dresse With other beauties numberlesse But at the Center Darknesse is and Hell There wicked Spirits and there the Damned dwell 3. With me alas quite contrary it fares Darknesse and Death lies in my weeping eyes Despair and Palenesse in my face appears And Grief and Fear Loves greatest enemies But like the Persian Tyrant Love within Keeps his proud Court and ne're is seeen 4. Oh take my Heart and by what means you 'l prove Within too stor'd enough of Love Give me but Yours I 'le by that change so thrive That Love in all my parts shall live So powerfull is this Change it render can My outside Woman and your inside Man Clad all in White 1. FAirest thing that shines below Why in this robe dost thou appear Wouldst thou a white most perfect show Thou must at all no garment wear Thou wilt seem much whiter so Then Winter when 't is clad with Snow 2. 'T is not the Linnen shewes so faire Her skinne shines through and makes it bright So Clouds themselves like Suns appear When the Sun pierces them with Light So Lillies in a glass inclose The Glasse will seem as white as those 3. Thou now one heap of beauty art Nought outwards or within is foule Condensed beams make every part Thy Body 's cloathed like thy Soule Thy soule which does it selfe display Like a starre plac'd i' th the Milky way 4. Such robes the Saints departed wear Wooven all with Light divine Such their exalted Bodies are And with such full glory shine But oh they ' tend not mortalls pain Men pray I fear to both in vaine 5. Yet seeing thee so gently pure My hopes will needs continue still Thou wouldst not take this garment sure When thou hadst an intent to kill Of Peace and yeelding who would doubt When the White Flags he sees hung out Leaving Me and then loving many SO Men who once have cast the truth away Forsook by God do strange wild lusts obey So the vain Gentiles when they left t' adore One Deity could not stop at thousands more Their zeal was sencelesse straight and boundlesse grown They worshipt many a Beast and many a Stone Ah faire Apostate couldst thou think to flee From Truth and Goodnesse yet keep Unity I reign'd alone and my blest Selfe could call The Universall Monarch of her All. Mine mine her fair East-Indies were above Where those Suns rise that chear the world of Love Where Beauties shine like gems of richest price Where Corall grows and every breath is spice Mine too her rich West-Indies were below Where Mines of gold and treasures grow But as when the Pellaean Conqueror di'd Many small Princes did his Crown divide So since my Love has vanquisht world forsook Murther'd by poisons from her falshoods took An hundred petty Kings claim each their part And rend that glorious Empire of her Heart My Heart discovered HEr body is so gently bright Clear and transparent to the sight Clear as fair Christall to the view Yet soft as that ere Stone it grew That through her flesh me thinks is seen The brightest Soule that dwels within Our eyes through th' radiant covering passe And see that Lilly through its Glasse I through her Breast her Heart espy As Soules in hearts do Soules descry I see 't with gentle Motions beat I see light in 't but find no heat Within like Angels in the sky A thousand gilded thoughts do fly Thoughts of bright and noblest kind Fair and chast as Mother Minde But oh what other heart is there Which sighs and crouds to hers so neer 'T is all on flame and does like fire To that as to it's Heaven aspire The wounds are many in 't and deep Still does it bleed and still does weep Whose ever wretched Heart it be I cannot chuse but grieve to see What pitty in my Breast does raigne Me thinks I feel all its pain So torn and so defac'd it lies That it could neera be known by th' eyes But Oh at last I heard it groan And knew by th'Voice that t' was mine owne So poor Alcione when she saw A shipwrackt body to'wards her draw Beat by the waves let fall a Tear Which only then did Pitty wear But when the Corps on shore were cast Which she her husband found at last What should the wretched widow do Grief chang'd her strait away she flew Turn'd to a Bird and so at last shall I Both from my Murther'd Heart and Murth'rer fly Answer to the Platonicks SO Angels love so let them for me When I 'me all Soule such shall my Love too be Who nothing here but like a Sp'rit would do In a short time beleeve'twill be one too But'shal our Love do what in Beasts we see Even Beasts eat too but not so wel as We. And you as justly might in thirst refuse The use of Wine because Beasts Water
Come at night The wisest King refus'd all pleasures quite Till Wisdome from above did him enlight But when that gifts his ignorance did remove Pleasures he chose and plac'd them all in Love And if by event the counsels may be seen This wisdome 't was that brought the Southern Queen She came not like a good old Wife to know The wholsome nature of all plants that grow Nor did so farre from her own Country rome To cure Scal'd heads and broken shins at home She came for that which more befits all VVives The art of Giving not of Saving lives The Despair 1. BEneath this gloomy shade By Nature only for my sorrows made I 'le spend this voice in cries In tears I 'l wast these eyes By Love so vainly fed So Lust of old the Deluge punished Ah wretched youth said I Ah wretched youth twice did I sadly cry Ah wretched youth the fields and floods reply 2. When thoughts of Love I entertaine I meet no words but Never and In vaine Never alas that dreadfull name Which fewells the infernall flame Never my time to come must â—â—st In vaine torments the present and the past In vain in vain said I In vain in vain twice did I sadly cry In vain in vain the fields and floods reply 3. No more shall fields or floods do so For I to shades more dark and silent go All this worlds noise appears to me A dull ill-acted Comedy No comfort to my wounded sight In the Suns busie and impert'nent Light Then down I laid my head Down on cold earth and for a while was dead And my freed Soul to a strange Somewhere fled 4. Ah sottish Soule said I When back t'o his Cage again I saw it fly Fool to resume his broken chain And row his Calley here again Fool to that body to returne Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn Once dead how can it be Death should a thing so pleasant seem to Thee That thou shouldst come to live it o're again in Mee The Wish 1. WEll then I now do plainly see This busie world and I shall nere agree The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy And they me thinks deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings The Croud and Buz and Murmurings Of this great Hive the City 2. Ah yet ere I descend to th' grave May I a small House and large Garden have And a few Friends and many Books both true Both wise and both delightfull too And since Love neer wil from me flee A Mistresse moderately fair And good as Guardian Angels are Onely beloved and loving me 3. Oh Founts Oh when in you shall I My selfe eas'd of unpeacefull thoughts espy Oh Fields Oh Woods when shall I be made The happy Tenant of your shade Here 's the spring head of Pleasures flood Here 's wealthy Natures Treasury Where all the Riches lye that she Has coin'd and stampt for good 4. Pride and Ambition here Onely in farre fetcht Metaphors appear Here nought but winds can hurtfull Murmurs scatter And nought but eccho flatter The Gods when they descended hither From heaven did alwaies choose their way And therefore we may boldly say That 't is the way too thither 5. How happy here should I And one dear She live and embracing dye She who is al the world and can exclude In desarts solitude I should then this only fear Lest men when they my pleasures see Should all come im'itate Mee And so make a City here My Diet. 1. NOw by my Love the greatest Oath that is None loves you halfe so well as I I do not ask your Love for this But for heavens sake believe me or I dy No Servant ere but did deserve His Master should believe that he does serve And I 'le ask no more wages though I sterve 2. T is no luxurious Diet this and sure I shall not by 't too lusty prove Yet shall it willingly endure If 't can but keep together Life and Love Being your Prisoner and your slave I do not Feasts and Banquets look to have A little Bread and Water 's all I crave 3. O'n a sigh of Pity I a yeer can live One Tear will keep me twenty at least Fifty a gentle look will give An hundred years on one kind word I 'le feast A thousand more will added be If you an Inclination have for Mee And all beyond is vast Aeternity The Thiefe 1. THou rob'st my Daies of businesse and delights Of sleep thou rob'st my Nights Ah lovely Thiefe what wilt thou doe What rob me of Heaven too Even in my prayers thou hauntest me And I with wild Idolatry Begin to God and end them all to Thee 2. Is it a Sinne to Love that it should thus Like an ill Conscience torture us What ere I do where ere I go None Guiltlesse ere was haunted so Still still me thinks thy face I view And still thy shape does me pursue As if not you Mee but I had murthered You. 3. From books I strive some remedy to take But thy Name all the Letters make What ere 't is writ I find that there Like Points and Comma's every where Me blest for this let no man hold For I as Midas did of old Perish by turning every thing to Gold 4. What do I seek alas or what do I Attempt in vain from thee to fly For making thee my Deitie I gave thee then Ubiquitie My pains resemble Hell in this The divine presence there too is But to torment Men not to give them blisse All over Love 1. T Is well 't is well with them say I Whose short liv'd Passions with themselves can dye For none can be unhappy who ' Midst all his ills a time does know Though nere so long when he shall not be so 1. What ever parts of Me remain Those parts will still the Love of Thee retain For 't was not only in my Heart But like a God by powerfull Art 'T was all in all and all in every Part. 3. My Affection no more perish can Then the first Matter that compounds a Man Hereafter if one Dust of Me Mixt with anothers Substance be 'T will Leaven that whole Lump with Love of Thee 4. Let Nature if she please disperse My Atoms over all the Universe At the last they easily shall Themselves know and together call For thy Love like a Mark is stamp'd on all Love and Life 1. NOw sure within this twelve-month past I ' have lov'd at least some twenty yeares or more The account of Love runs much more fast Then that with which our Life does score So though my Life be short yet I may prove The great Methusalem of Love 2. Not that Loves Howers or Minutes are Shorter then those our Being's measured by But they 'r more close compacted farre And so in lesser room do ly Thin airy things extend themselves in space Things solid toke up little place 3. Yet Love alas
may give their Altars o're They 'l smoak but seldome any more If none but Happy Men must them adore 2. The Lightning which tall Oakes oppose in vain To strike sometimes does not disdain The humble Furzes of the Plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this doth greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow 3. Compar'd with her all things so worthlesse prove That nought on earth can towards her move Till 't be exalted by her Love Equall to her alas ther 's none She like a Deity is growne That must Create or else must be alone 4. If there be man who thinks himselfe so high As to pretend aequality He deserves her lesse then I For he would cheat for his reliefe And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving Beggar then a Thiefe Against Fruition NO thour' t a fool I 'le swear if ere thou grant Much of my Veneration thou must want Whence once thy kindnesse puts my Ignorance out For a learn'd Age is alwaies least devout Keep still thy distance for at once to me Goddesse and Woman too thou canst not be Thour't Queen of all that sees thee and as such Must neither Tyrannize nor yeeld to much Such freedome give as may admit command But keep the Forts and Magazines in thine hand Thour' t yet a whole world to me and dost fill My large ambition but 't is dang'rous still Lest I like the Pellaean Prince should be And weep for other worlds hav'ng conquerd thee When Love has taken all thou hast away His strength by too much riches will decay Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand Then Women can be plac'd by Natures hand And I must needs I 'me sure a loser be To change Thee as Thour' t there for very Thee Thy sweetnesse is so much within me plac'd That shouldst thou Nectar give 't would spoile the tast Beauty at first moves wonder and delight 'T is Natures Jugling trick to cheat the sight Wee'admire it whilst unknown but after more Admire our selves for liking it before Love like a greedy Hawke if we give way Does over-gorge himselfe with his own Prey Of very hopes a surfeit he 'le sustain Unlesse by fears he cast them up again His spirit and sweetnesse dangers keep alone If once he lose his sting he growes a Drone Love undiscovered 1. I Others may with safety tell The moderate Flames which in them dwell And either find some Med'cin there Or cure themselves even by Despair My Love 's so great that it might prove Dangerous to tell her that I Love So tender is my wound it must not bear Any salute though of the kindest aire 2. I would not have her know the pain The Torments for her I sustain Lest too much goodnesse make her throw Her Love upon a Fate too Iow Forbid it Heaven my Life should be Weigh'd with her least Conveniencie No let me perish rather with my grief Then to her disadvantage find reliefe 3. Yet when I dye my last breath shall Grow bold and plainly tell her all Like covetous men who nere discry Their deare hid Treasures till they dye Ah fairest Mayd how should it chear My Ghost to get from Thee a Tear But take heed for if me thou Pittiest then Twenty to one but I shall live again The given Heart 1. I Wonder what those Lovers mean who say They have given their Hearts away Some good kind Lover tell me how For mine is but a Torment to me now 2. If so it be one place both hearts contain For what do they complain What courtesie can Love do more Then joyne Hearts that parted were before 3. Woe to her stubborn Heart if once mine come Into the selfe same roome 'T will tear and blow up all within Like a Granado shot into a Magazin 4. Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts Of both our broken Hearts Shall out of both one new one make From hers th' Allay from mine the Mettall take 5. For of her heart he from the Flames will find But little left behind Mine only will remain entire No drosse was there to perish in the Fire The Prophet 1. TEach me to Love go teach thy selfe more witt I chief Professour am of it Teach craft to Scots and thrift to Jews Teach boldnesse to the Stews In Tyrants Courts teach supple flattery Teach Sophisters and Jesuites to lye Teach fire to burn and winds to blow Teach restlesse fountains how to flow Teach the dull earth fixt to abide Teach Women kind Inconstancy and Pride See if your diligence here will usefull prove But neither teach not me to Love 2. The God of Love if such a thing there be May learn to love from Mee He who does boast that he has bin In every Heart since Adams sinne I 'le lay my Life my Mrs. on 't that 's more I le teach him things he never knew before I le teach him a Receipt to make Tears which shall understand and speak I le teach him Sighes like those in Death At which the Soule goes out too with the breath Still the Soule stayes yet still does from me runne As light and heat does with the Sun 3. 'T is I who Loves Columbus am t is I Who must new Worlds in it descry Rich Worlds that yield of Treasure more Than all that has been known before And yet like his I fear my Fate must be To find them out for others not for Me. Mee'times to come I know it shall Loves last and greatest Prophet call But ah what 's this if she refuse To hear the wholesome Doctrines of my Muse If to my share the Prophets Fate must come Hereafter Fame here Martyrdome The Resolution 1. THe Devill take those foolish men Who gave you first such powers Wee stood on even grounds till then If any odds Creation made it ours 2. For shame let these weak chaines be broke Lets our slight bonds like Sampson tear And nobly cast away that yoake Which we nor our Forefathers ere could bear 3. French Lawes forbid the female Reign Yet Love does them to slavery draw Alas if wee 'le our rights maintain T is all Mankind must make a Salique Law Called Inconstant 1. HA ha you think y'have killd my fame By this not understood yet common Name A Name that 's full and proper when assigned To Womankind But when you call us so It can at best but for a Metaphor go 2. Can you the shore Inconstant call Which still as Waves passe by embraces all That had as leife the same waves alwaies love Did they not from him move Or can you faults with Pilots finde For changing course yet never blame the wind 3. Since drunk with vanity you fell The things turne round to you that stedfast dwell And you your selfe who from us take your flight Wonder to find us out of sight So the same errour ceazes you As men in motion think the Trees move too The
Welcome 1. GO let the fatted Calfe be kill'd My Prodigall's come home at last With noble resolutions fill'd And filld with sorrow for the past No more will burn with Love or Wine But quite has left his Women and his Swine 2. Welcome ah welcome my poor Heart Welcome I little thought I 'le swear 'T is now so long since we did part Ever again to see thee here Dear wanderer since from me you fled How often have I heard that you were dead 3. Had it thou found each womans breast The Lands where thou hast travelled Either by Savages possest Or wild and uninhabited What joy couldst take or what repose In Countries so unciviliz'd as those 4. Lust the scorching Dog-starre here Rages with immoderate heat Whilst Pride the rugged Northern Bear In others makes the cold too great And where these are temperate known The Soil's all barren Land or rocky Stone 5. When once or twice you chanc'd to view A rich well-govern'd Heart Like China it admitted you But to the Frontiere-part From Paradise shut for evermore What good is't that an angell shut the Door 6. Welfare the Pride and the Disdain And Vanities with Beauty joyn'd I nere had seen this Heart again If any Faire one had been kind My Dove but once let loose I doubt Would ne're returne had not the Flood been out The Heart fled again 1. FAlse foolish Heart didst thou not say That thou wouldst never leave me more Behold again 't is fled away Fled as farre from me as before I strove to bring it again I cryed and hollowed after it in vain 2. Even so the gentle Tyrian Dame When neither Grief nor Love prevail Saw the dear object of her flame Th'ingratfull Trojan hoist his saile Aloud she call'd to him to stay The wind bore him and her lost words away 3. The dolefull Ariadne so On the wide shore forsaken stood False Theseus whither dost thou go A faire false Theseus cut the flood But Bacchus came to her reliefe Bacchus himselfe 's too weak to ease my griefe 4. Ah sencelesse Heart to take no rest But travail thus eternally Thus to be frozen in every brest And to be scorcht in every Eye Wandring about like wretched Caine Thrust out ill us'd by all but by none slaine 5. Well since thou wilt not here remaine I 'le even to live without Thee try My Head shall take the greater pain And all thy duties shall supply I can more eas'ly live I know Without Thee then without a Mistris thou Womens Superstition 1. OR I 'me a very Dunce or Woman-kinde Is a most unintelligible thing I can no Sence nor no Contexture finde Nor their loose parts to Method bring I know not what the Learn'd may see But they 'r strange Hebrew things to Me. 2. By Customes and Traditions they live And foolish Ceremonies of antick date We Lovers new and better Doctrines give Yet they continue obstinate Preach we Loves Prophets what we will Like Jews they keep their old Law still 3. Before their Mothers Gods they fondly fall Vain Idoll Gods that have no Sence nor Minde Honours their Ashtaroth and Pride their Baal The Thundring Baal of Woman-kind With twenty other Devills more Which They as we do Them adore 4. But then like Men both Covetous and Devout Their costly Superstition loath t'omit And yet more loath to issue Moneys out At their own charge to furnish it To these expensive Deities The Hearts of men they sacrifice The Soule 1. SOme dull Philosopher when he hears me say My Soule is from me fled away Nor has of late inform'd my Body here But in another's breast does lye That neither is nor wil be I As a Form Servient and Assisting there 2. Will cry Absurd and ask me how I live And Syllogismes against it give A curse on all your vain Philosophies Which on weak Natures Law depend And know not how to comprehend Love and Religion those great Mysteries 3. Her Body is my Soule laugh not at this For by my life I swear it is 'T is that preserves my Being and my Breath From that proceeds all that I doe Nay all my thoughts and speeches too And separation from it is my Death Eccho 1. TYred with the rough denialls of my prayer From that hard she whom I obey I come in and find a Nymph much gentler here That gives consent to all I say Ah gentle Nymph who lik'st so well In hollow solitary Caves to dwell Her Heart being such into it go And do but once from thence answer me so 2. Complaisant Nymph who dost thus kindly share In griefs whose cause thou dost not know Hadst thou but Eyes as well as Tongue and Eare How much compassion wouldst thou show Thy flame whilst living or a flower Was of lesse beauty and lesse ravishing power Alas I might as easilie Paint thee to her as describe Her to Thee 3. By repercussion Beams engender Fire Shapes by reflexion shapes beget The voice it selfe when stopt does back retire And a new voice is made by it Thus things by opposition The gainers grow my barren Love alone Does from her stony breast rebound Producing neither Image Fire nor Sound The rich Rivall 1. THey say you 'r angry and rant mightily Because I love the same as you Alas you 'r very rich 't is true But prithee Foole what 's that to Love and Mee You have Land and Money let that serve And know you have more by that then you deserve 2. When next I see my fair One we shall know How worthlesse thou art of her bed And wretch I le strike thee dumbe and dead With noble verse not understood by you Whilst thy sole Rhetorick shall be Joynture and Jewells and Our Friends agree 3. Pox o' your friends that dote and Domineere Lovers are better friends they they Let 's those in other things obey The Fates and Starres and Gods must govern here Vain names of Blood in Love let none Advise with any Blood but with their owne 4. 'T is that which bids me this bright Maid adore No other thought has had accesse Did she now begg I 'de love do lesse And were she'an Empresse I should love no more Were she as just and true to Mee Ah simple soule what would become of Thee Against Hope 1. HOpe whose weak Being ruin'd is Alike if it succeed and if it misse Whom Good or Ill does equally confound And both the Hornes of Fates Dilemma wound Vain shadow which dost vanish quite Both at full Noon and perfect Night The Starres have not a possibility Of blessing Thee If things then from their End we happy call 'T is Hope is the most hopelesse thing of all 2. Hope thou bold Taster of Delight Who whilst thou shouldst but tast devour'st it quite Thou bringst us an Estate yet leav'st us Poor By clogging it with Legacies before The Joyes which we entire should wed Come deflour'd Virgins to our bed Good fortunes without gain imported be
Such mighty Customes paid to Thee For Joy like Wine kept close does better tast If it take air before his spirits wast 3. Hope Fortunes cheating Lotterie Where for one prize an hundred blanks there be Fond Archer Hope who tak'st thy aime so farre That still or short or wide thine arrowes are Thin empty Cloud which th' eye deceives With shapes that our owne Fancie gives A Cloud which guilt and painted now appears But must drop presently in tears When thy false beams ore Reasons light prevaile By Ignes fatui for North Starres we saile 4. Brother of Fear more gaily clad The mer'rier Foole ot'h two yet quite as mad Sire of Repentance Child of fond Desire That blows the Chymicks and the Lovers fire Leading them still in sensibly on By the strong witchcraft of Anon By Thee the one does changing Nature through Her endlesse Labyrinths pursue And th' other chases Woman whilst She goes More waies and turnes then hunted Nature knowes For Hope 1. HOpe of all Ills that men endure The only cheap and universall Cure Thou Captiv's Freedome and thou sick-Mans Health Thou Losers Victory and thou Beggars wealth Thou Manna which from Heaven we eat To every tast a severall Meat Thou strong Retreat thou sure entail'd Estate Which nought has power to alienate Thou pleasant honest Flatterer for none Flatter unhappy Men but thou alone 2. Hope thou first Fruits of Happinesse Thou gentle Downing of a bright Successe Thou good Preparative without which our Joy Does work too strong and whilst it cures destroy Who out of Fortunes reach dost stand And art a blessing still in hand Whilst Thee her Earnest Money we retain We certain are to gaine Whether she her bargain break or else fulfill Thou only good not worse for ending ill Brother of Faith 'twixt whom and Thee The joyes of Heaven and Earth divided be Though Faith be Heire and have the fixt estate Thy Portion yet in Movables is great Happinesse itself 's all one In Thee or in Possession Only the Futures Thine the Present His Thine's the more hard and noble blisse Best apprehender of our joyes which hast So long a reach and yet canst hold so fast 4. Hope thou sad Lovers only Friend Thou Way that mayst dispute it with the End For Love I fear 's a fruit that does delight The tast it selfe lesse then the Smell and sight Fruition more deceiptfull is Then Thou canst be when thou dost misse Men leave thee by obtaining and strait flee Some other way again to Thee And that 's a pleasant Country without doubt To which all soon returne that travaile out Loves Ingratitude 1. I Little thought thou fond ingratefull Sinne When first I let thee in And gave thee but a part In my unwary Heart That thou wouldst ere have grown So false or strong to make it all thine owne 2. At mine own brest with care I fed thee still Letting thee suck thy fill And daintily I nourisht Thee With Idle thoughts and Poetrie What ill returnes dost thou allow I fed thee then and thou dost sterve me now 3. There was a time when thou wast cold and chill Nor hadst the power of doing ill Into my bosome did I take This frozen and benummed Snake Not fearing from it any harme But now it stings that breast that made it warme 4. What cursed weed's this Love but one grain sow And the whole field t' will over-grow Strait will it choak up and devour Each wholesome herbe and beauteous flowre Nay unlesse something soon I doe T' will kill I fear my very Lawrell too 5. But now all 's gone I now alas complain Declare protest and threat in vain Since by my owne unforc't consent The Traitour has my Government And is so setled in the Throne That t' were Rebellion now to claim mine owne The Frailty 1. I Know 't is sordid and 't is low All this as well as you I know Which I so hotly now pursue I know all this as well as you But whilst this cursed flesh I bear And all the Weaknesse and the Basenesse there Alas alas it will be alwaies so 2. In vain exceedingly in vain I rage sometimes and bite my Chaine For to what purpose do I bite With Teeth which nere will break it quite For if the chiefest Christian Head Was by this sturdy Tyrant buffeted What wonder is it if weak I be slain 3. As when the Sun appears The Morning Thicknesse clears So when my thoughts let sadnesse in And a new Morning does begin If any Beauties piercing ray Strike through my Trembling Eyes a suddain day All those grave sullen Vapours melt in Tears Coldnesse 1. AS water fluid is till it do grow Solid and fixt by Cold So in warm Seasons Love does loosely flow Frost only can it hold A Womans rigour and disdain Does his swift course restrain 2. Though constant and consistent now it be Yet when kind beams appear It melts and glides apace into the Sea And loses it selfe there So the Suns amorous play Kisses the Ice away 3. You may in Vulgar Loves find alwaies this But my Substantiall Love Of a more firm and perfect Nature is No weathers can it move Though heat dissolve the Ice again The Christall solid does remain The Injoyment 1. THen like some wealthy Island thou shalt lye And like the Sea about it I Thou like fair Albion to the Sailors Sight Spreading her beauteous Bosome all in White Like the kind Ocean I will be With loving Armes for ever clasping Thee 2. But I le embrace Thee gentlier farre then so As their fresh Banks soft Rivers do Nor shall the proudest Planet boast a power Of making my full Love to ebbe one houre It never dry nor low can prove Whilst thy unwasted Fountain feeds my Love 3. Such Heat and Vigour shall our Kisses bear As if like Doves wee'engendred there No bound nor rule my pleasures shall endure In Love there 's none too much an Epicure Nought shall my Hands or Lips controule I 'le kisse Thee trough I 'le kisse thy very Soule 4. Yet nothing but the Night our sports shall know Night that 's both blinde and silent too Alpheus found not a more secret trace His lov'd Sicanian Fountain to embrace Creeping beneath the Aegaean Sea Then I will doe t' enjoy and feast on Thee 5. Men out of Wisdome Women out of Pride The pleasant Thefts of Love do hide That may secure thee but thou hast yet from Mee A more infallible Security For there 's no danger I should tell The Joyes which are to me unspeakable Sleep 1. IN vain thou drousy God I thee invoke For thou who dost from fumes arise Thou who Mans Soule dost over-shade With a thick Cloud by Vapours made Canst have no power to shut his eyes Or passage of his Spirits to choak Whose flam's so pure that it sends up no smoak 2. Yet how do Tears but from some Vapours rise Tears that bewinter all my Year The fate of
to rest But yet can thee o'retake no more Then this Day can the Day that went before 2. In this our fortunes equall prove To Starres which govern them above Our Starres that move for ever round With the same Distance still betwixt them found 3. In vain alas in vain I strive The wheele of Fate faster to drive Since if round swiftlier it flye She in it mends her pace as much as I. 4. Hearts by Love strangely shufled are That there can never meet a Pare Tamelier then Wormes are Lovers slaine The wounded Heart ne're turnes to wound again The Encrease 1. I Thought I 'le swear I could have lov'd no more Then I had done before But you as easily might account 'Till to the topp of numbers you amount As cast up my Loves score Ten thousand millions was the summe Millions of endlesse Millions are to come 2. I 'me sure her Beauties cannot greater grow Why should my Love do so A reall cause at first did move But mine owne Fancy now drives on my Love With shadowes from it self that flow My Love as we in Numbers see By Cyphers is encreast eternally 3. So the new made and untride Sphears above Took their first turne from th' hand of Jove But are since that beginning found By their owne Formes to turne for ever round All violent Motions short do prove But by the length 't is plain to see That Love 's a Motion Naturall to Mee Loves Visibility 1. WIth much of pain and all the Art I knew Have I endeavour'd hitherto To hide my Love and yet all will not doe 2. The world perceives it and it may be she Though so discreet and good she be By hiding it to teach that skill to Mee 3. Men without Love have so oft cunning grown That something like it they have shown But none that had it ever seem'd to have none 4. Loves of a strangely open simple kind Can no arts or disguises find But thinks none sees it cause it selfe is blind 5. The very Eye betraies our inward smart Love of himselfe left there a part When through it he past into the Heart 6. Or if by chance the face betray not it But keep the secret wisely yet Like Drunkennesse into the Tongue t' will get Looking on and discoursing with his Mistris 1. THese full two howers now have I gazing been What comfort by it can I gain To look on Heaven with mighty Gulfes between Was the great Misers greatest pain So neere was he to Heavens delight As with the blest converse he might Yet could not get one drop of water by 't 2. Ah wretch I seem to touch her now but oh What boundlesse spaces do us part Fortune and Friends and all earths empty show My Lownesse and her high Desert But these might conquerable prove Nothing does me so farre remove As her hard Soules aversion from my Love 3. So Travellers that lose their way by Night If from a farre they chance t' espy Th' uncertain glimmerings of a Tapers light Take flatterring hopes and think it nigh Till wearied with the fruitlesse pain They sit them down and weep in vain And there in Darknesse and Despair remain Resolved to Love 1. I Wonder what the Grave and Wise Think of all us that Love Whether our pretty Fooleries Their Mirth or Anger move They understand not Breath that Words do want Our Sighes to them are unsignificant 2. One of them saw me th' other day Touch the dear hand which I admire My Soule was melting strait away And dropt before the Fire This silly Wiseman who pretends to know Ask't why I look'd so pale and trembled so 3. Another from my Mistresse ' dore Saw mee with eyes all watry come Nor could the hidden cause explore But thought some smoak was in the room Such Ignorance from unwounded Learning Game He knew Tears made by Smoak but not by Flame 4. If learn'd in other things you be And have in Love no skill For Gods sake keep your arts from mee For I 'le be ignorant still Study or Action others may embrace My Love 's my Businesse and my Books her Face 5. These are but trifles I confesse Which mee weak Mortall move Nor is your busie Seriousnesse Lesse trifling then my Love The wisest King who from his sacred brest Pronounc'd all Vanity chose it for the best My Fate 1. GO bid the Needle his dear North forsake To which with trembling reve'rence it does bend Go bid the Stones a journey upward make Go bid th' ambitious Flame no more t' ascend And when these false to their old Motions prove Then shall I cease Thee Thee alone to Love 2. The fast-link'd Chain of everlasting Fate Does nothing ty more strong then Mee to You My fixt Love hangs not on your Love or Hate But will be still the same what ere you doe You cannot kill my Love with your disdain Wound it you may and make it live in pain 3. Mee mine examples let the Stoiks use Their sad and cruell doctrine to maintain Let all Predestinators me produce Who struggle with eternall bonds in vain This Fire I 'me born to but 't is she must tell Whether 't be beams of Heaven or Flames of Hell 4. You who mens fortunes in their faces read To find out mine look not alas on Mee But mark her Face and all the Features heed For only there is writ my Destiny Or if Starres shew it gaze not on the skies But study the Astrol'ogy of her Eyes 5. If thou find there kind and propitious waies What Mars or Saturn threaten I 'le not fear I well believe the Fate of mortall daies Is writ in Heaven but oh my Heaven is there What can men learn from Starres they scarce can see Two great Lights rule the World and her two Me. The Heart-breaking 1. IT gave a pittious groan and so it broke In vain it something would have spoke The Love within too strong for't was Like Poison put into a Venice Glasse 2. I thought that this some Remedy might prove But oh the mighty Serpent Love Cut by this chance in pieces small In all still liv'd and still it stung in all 3. And now alas each little broken part Feeles the whole pain of all my Heart And every smallest corner still Lives with that torment which the Whole did kill 4. Even so rude Armies when the field they quit And into severall Quarters get Each Troop does spoile and ruine more Then all joyn'd in one body did before 5. How many Loves raigne in my bosome now How many Loves yet all of you Thus have I chang'd with evill fate My Monarch Love into a Tyrant State The Vsurpation 1. THou'hadst to my Soule no title or pretence I was mine owne and free Till I had given my selfe to Thee But thou hast me Slave and Prisoner since Well since so insolent thou' rt grown Fond Tyrant I 'le depose thee from thy Throne Such outrages must not admitted be In
an Elective Monarchy 2. Part of my Heart by Gift did to Thee fall My Country Kindred and my best Acquaintance were to share the rest But thou their Covetous Neighbour drav'st out all Nay more thou mak'st me worship Thee And wouldst the rule of my Religion be Was ever Tyrant claim'd such power as you To be both Emp'rour and Pope too 3. The publick Mise'ries and my private fate Deserve some tears but greedy Thou Insatiate Maid wilt not allow That I one drop from thee should alienate Nor wilt thou grant my sinnes a part Though the sole cause of most of them thou art Counting my Tears thy Tribute and thy Due Since first mine Eyes I gave to You 4. Thou all my Joyes and all my Hopes dost claim Thou ragest like a Fire in me Converting all things into Thee Nought can resist or not encrease the Flame Nay every Grief and every Fear Thou dost devour unlesse thy stamp it bear Thy presence like the crowned Basilisks breath All other Serpents puts to death 5. As men in Hell are from Diseases free So from all other ills am I Free from their known Formality But all pains eminently lye in Thee Alas alas I hope in vain My conquer'd Soul from out thine hands to gain Since all the Natives there thou 'ast overthrown And planted Garrisons of thine own Maidenhead 1. THou worst Estate even of the sex that 's worst Therefore by Nature made at first T' attend the weaknesse of our birth Slight outward Curtain to the Nuptiall Bed Thou Case to buildings not yet finished Who like the Center of the Earth Dost heaviest things attract to thee Though Thou a point imaginary be 2. A thing God thought for Man-kind so unfit That his first blessing ruin'd it Cold frozen Nurse of fiercest fires Who like the parched plains of Africks sand A sterill and a wild unlovely Land Art alwaies scorcht with hot desires Yet barren quite didst thou not bring Monsters and Serpents forth thy selfe to sting 3. Thou that bewitchest men whilst thou dost dwell Like a close Conj'urer in his Cell And fear'st the daies discovering Eye No wonder 't is at all that thou shouldst be Such tedious and unpleasant company Who liv'st so Melancholy Thou thing of subtle slippery kind Which Women lose and yet no Man can find 4. Although I think thou never found wilt be Yet I 'me resolv'd to search for thee The search it selfe rewards the pains So though the Chymick his great secret misse For neither it in Art nor Nature is Yet things well worth his toyle he gains And does his Charge and Labour richly pay With good unsought exper'iments by the way 5. Say what thou wilt Chastity is no more Thee then a Porter is his Dore. In vain to honour they pretend Who guard themselves with Ramparts and with Walls Them only Fame the truly valiant calls Who can an open breach depend Of thy quick losse can be no doubt Within so Hated and so Lov'd without Impossibilities 1. IMpossibilities oh no there 's none Could mine bring thy Heart Captive home As easily other dangers were o'rethrown As Cesar after vanquisht Rome His little Asian foes did overcome 2. True Lovers oft by Fortune are envy'd Oft Earth and Hell against them strive But Providence engages on their side And a good end at last does give At last Just Men and Lovers alwaies thrive 3. As starres not powerfull else when they conjoyn Change as they please the Worlds estate So thy Heart in Conjunction with mine Shall our own fortunes regulate And to the Stars themselves prescribe a Fate 4. 'T would grieve me much to find some bold Romance That should too kind examples shew Which before us in wonders did advance Not that I thought that story true But none should Fancy more then I would Doe 5. Through spite of our worst Enemies thy Friends Through Locall Banishment from mee Through the loud thoughts of selfe-concerning Ends As easie shall my passage be As was the Am'orous Youth 's ore Helles Sea 6. In vain the Winds in vain the Billows roare In vaine the Starres their aid deni'd He saw the Sestian Tower on th' other shore Shall th'Hellespont our Loves divide No not th'Atlantick Oceans bound lesse Tide 7. Such Seas betwixt us eas'ly conquer'd are But gentle Maid doe not deny To let thy Beams shine on me from afarre And still that Taper let me ' espy For when thy Light goes out I sinke and dye Silence 1. CUrse on this Tongue that has my Heart betraid And his great Secret open laid For of all persons chiefly She Should not the ills I suffer know Since ' dis a thing might dangerous grow Only in her to Pitty Me Since 't is for Me to lose my Life more fit Then 't is for her to save and ransome it 2. Ah never more shall thy unwilling eare My helplesse story hear Discourse and talk away does keep The rude unquiet pain That in my Brest does raign Silence perhaps may make it sleep I 'le bind that Sore up I did ill reveal The Wound if once it Close may chance to Heal. 3. No 't will nere heal my Love will never dye Though it should Speechlesse lye A River ere it meet the Sea As well might stay its source As my Love can his course Unlesse it joyne and mix with Thee If any end or stop of it be found We know the Flood runs still though under-ground The Dissembler 1. UNhurt untoucht did I complain And terrifi'd all others with the pain But now I feel the mighty evill Ah there 's no fooling with the Devill So wanton men whilst others they would fright Themselves have met a reall Spright 2. I thought I 'le swear an handsomely Had been no sinne at all in Poetry But now I suffer an Arrest For words were spoke by me in jest Dull sottish God of Love and can it be Thou understand'st not Raillerie 3. Darts and Wounds and Flame and Heat I nam'd but for the Rhyme or the Conceit Nor meant my verse should raised be To this sad fame of Prophesie Truth gives a Dull Propriety to my stile And all the Metaphors does spoile 4. In things where Fancy much does reigne T is dangerous too cunningly to feigne The Play at last a Truth does grow And Custome into Nature goe By this curst art of begging I became Lame with counterfeiting Lame 5. My Lines of amorous desire I wrot to kindle and blow others fire And 't was a barbarous delight My Fancy promise'd from the sight But now by Love the mighty Phalaris I My burning Bull the first doe try The Inconstant 1. I Never yet could see that face Which had no dart for mee From fifteene yeares to fifties space They all victorious bee Love thou' rt a Dev'ill if I may call thee One For sure in Mee thy name is Legion 2. Colour or Shape good Limbes or Fate Goodnesse or Wit in all I finde In Motion or in Speech a grace
If all faile yet 't is Womankind And I 'me so weake the Pistoll need not bee Double or treble charg'd to murther Mee 3. If Tall the Name of Proper slays If faire shee 's pleasant as the Light If Low her Prettinesse does please If Black what Lover loves not Night If yellow hair'd I Love lest it should bee Th' excuse to others for not loving Mee 4. The Fat like Plenty fills my heart The Leane with Love makes me too so If Streight her Bodie 's Cupids Dart To mee if Crooked 't is his Bow Nay Age it selfe does mee to rage encline And strength to Women gives as well as Wine 5. Just halfe as large as Charitie My richly-landed Love 's become And judg'd aright is Constancy Though it take up a larger roome Him who loves alwaies one why should they call More Constant then the Man loves Alwaies All 6. Thus with unwearied wings I flee Through all Loves Gardens and his Fields And like the wise industrious Bee No Weed but Honey to me yields Honey still spent this diligence still supplies Though I return not home with laden Thighes 7. My Soule at first insteed did prove Of prety strength against a Dart Till I this Habit got of Love But my consum'd and wasted Heart Once burnt to Tinder with a strong Desire Since that by every Spark is set on Fire The Constant. 1. GReat and wise Conqueror who where ere Thou com'st dost fortifie and settle there Who cavst defend as well as get And never hadst one Quarter beat up yet Now thou art in Thou nere wilt part With one inch of my vanquisht Heart For since thou took'st it by assault from Mee 'T is garrison'd so strong with thoughts of Thee It fears no beauteous Enemie 2. Had thy charming strength been lesse I 'had serv'd ere this an hundred Mistresses I 'me better thus and would compound To leave my Pris'on to be a Vagabound A Pris'on in which I still would be Though every dore stood ope to Mee In spight both of thy Coldnesse and thy Pride All Love is Marriage on thy Louers side For only Death can them divide 3. Close Narrow Chain yet soft and kind As that which Spir'its above to good does bind Gentle and sweet Necessitie Which does not force but guide our Libertie Your Love on Me were spent in vain Since my Love still could but remain Just as it is for what alas can be Added to that which hath Infinitie Both in Extent and Qualitie Her Name 1. WIth more then Iewish Reverence as yet Doe I the Sacred Name conceal When yee kind Starres ah when will it bee fit His Gentle Myst'ery to reveal When will our Love bee Nam'd and we possesse That Christning as a Badge of Happinesse 2. Soe bold as yet no verse of mine has been To weare that Gemme on any Line Nor till the happy Nuptiall Muse be seen Shall any Stanza with it shine Rest mighty Name till then for thou must bee Laid down by her e're taken up by Mee 3. Then all the fields and woods shall with it ring Then Ecchoes burden it shall bee Then all the Birds in severall notes shall sing And all the Rivers murmur Thee Then ever'y wind the Sound shall upwards beare And softly whisper 't to some Angells Eare. 4. Then shall thy Name through all my Verse bee spread Thick as the flowers in Meadowsly And when in future times they shall bee read As sure I thinke they will not dy If any Critick doubt that they be mine Men by that Stampe shall quickly know the Coine 5. Meane while I will not dare to make a Name To represent thee by Adam Gods Nomenclator could not frame One that enough should signify Astraea'or Caelia as unfit would prove For Thee as 't is to call the Di'ety Jove Weeping 1. SEe where she sits and in what comely wise Drops Teares more faire then others Eyes Ah charming Maid let not ill Fortune see Th' attire thy sorrow weares Nor know the beauty of thy Teares For she 'l still come to dresse her selfe in Thee 2. As starres reflect on waters so I soye In every drop me thinks her Eye The Baby which lies there and alwaies playes In that illustrious sphear Like a Narcissus does appear Whilst in his flood the lovely Boy did gaze 3. Nere yet did I behold so glorious weather As this Sun-shine and Rain together Pray Heaven her Forehead that pure Hill of Snow For some such Fountain we must find To waters of so fair a kind Melt not to feed that beauteous stream below 4. Ah mighty Love that it were inward Heat Which made this pretious Lymbeck sweat But what alas ah what does it avail That she weeps Tears so wondrous cold As scarse the Asses hoof can hold So cold that I admire they fall not Haile Discretion 1. DIscreet what means this word Discreet A Curse on all Discretion This barbarous term you will not meet In all Loves Lexicon 2. Joynture Portion Gold Estate Houses Household-stuffe or Land The Low Conveniences of Fate Are Greek no Lovers understand 3. Believe me beauteous one when Love Enters into a brest The two first things it doth remove Are Friends and Interest 4. Passion 's halfe blind nor can endure The carefull scrup'lous Eyes Or else I could not love I 'me sure One who in Love were wise 5. Men in such tempests tost about Will without griefe or paine Cast all their goods and riches out Themselves their Port to gaine 6. As well might Martyrs who doe choose That sacred Death to take More for the Clothes which they must loose When they 're bound naked to the Stake The Wayting-Maide Suspected to Love her 1. THy Mayd ah find some nobler theme Whereon thy doubts to place Nor by a low suspect blaspheme The glories of thy face 2. Alas she makes Thee shine so faire So exquisitely bright That her dimme Lamp must disappeare Before thy potent Light 3. Three hours each morne in dressing Thee Malitiously are spent And make that Beauty Tyranny That 's else a Civill Government 4. The'adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'arous skill 'T is like the poys'ning of a Dart Too apt before to kill 5. The Min'istring Angells none can see 'T is not their beauty ' or face For which by men thy worshipt be But their high office and their place Thou art my Goddesse my Saint Shee I pray to Her onely to pray to Thee Councell 1. AH what advice can I receive No satisfie me first For who would Physick potions give To one that dies with Thirst 2. A little puffe of breath we find Small fires can quench and kill But when they 're great the adverse wind Does make them greater still 3. Now whilst you speak it moves me much But strait I 'me just the same Alas th' effect must needs be such Of Cutting through a Flame The Cure 1. COme Doctor use thy roughest art Thou canst not cruell prove Cut burne