Clâ—râ—â— sleep Under a Sycamore and all things keep Time with the season onely she doth carry Iune in her eyes in her heart Ianuary His Mistris commanding the return of Letters SO grieves the adventerous Merchant when he throwes All the long-toil'd-for treasure his ship stowes Into the angry Mayn to save from wrack Himself and men as I grieve to give back These Letters yet so pow'rful is your sway As if you bid me die I must obey Go then blest Papers you shall kiss those hands That gave you freedom but held me in bands Which with a touch did give you life but I Because I may not touch those hands must die Methinks as if they knew they should be sent Home to their native soyl from banishment I see them smile like dying Saints that know They are to leave the earth towards he'ven go When you return pray tell your soveraign And mine I gave you courteous entertain Each line receiv'd a tear and then a kiss First bath'd in that it scap'd unscorcht in this I kist it 'cause your fair hand had been there Because it was not then I shed a tear Tell her no length of time nor change of aire No cruelty disdain absence dispaire No nor her stedfast constancy can deterre My vassal heart from ever honouring her Though these be pow'rful arguments to prove I love in vain yet I must ever love Say if she frown when you that word rehearse Service in Prose is oft call'd Love in Verse Then pray her since I send back on my part Her Papers she would send me back my heart If she refuse warn her to come before The God of Love whom thus I will implore Travling in thy Countries rode great god I spi'd By chance this Lady and walkt by her side From place to place fâ—aring no violence For I was well arm'd and had made defence In former fights 'gainst fiercer foes then she Did at our first encounter seem to be But going further every step reveal'd Some hidden weapon till that time conceal'd Seeing those outward armes I did begin To fear some greater strength was lodg'd within Looking into her mind I might survey An host of beauties that in Ambush lay And won the day before they fought the field For I unable to refist did yield But the insulting Tyrant foe destroyes My conquerâ—d mind my ease my peace my joyes Breaks my sweet sleeps invades my harmless rest Robs me of all the treasure of my breast Spares not my heart nor yet a greater wrong For having stoln my heart she binds my tongue But at the last her melting eyes unseal'd My lips enlarg'd my tongue then I reveal'd To her own ears the story of my harmes Wrought by her vertues and her Beauties charms Now hear just judge an act of savageness When I complain in hope to have redress She bends her angry brow and from her eye Shoots thousand darts I then well hope 't to dye But in such soveraign Balm Love dips his shot That though they wound a heart they kill it not She saw the blood guish forth froÌ„ many a wound Yet fled and left me bleeding on the ground Nor sought my cure nor saw me since 't is true Absence and time two cunning Leaches drew The flesh together yet sure though the skin â—e clos'd without the wound festers within Thus hath this cruel Lady us'd a true Servant and subject to her self and you Nor know I great love if my life be lent To shew thy mercy or my punishment Since by the onely Magick of thine Art A Lover still may live that wants an heart If this enditement fright her so as she Seem willing to return my heart to me But cannot find it for perhaps it may 'Mongst other trifling hearts be out o th' way If she repent and will make me amends Bid her but send me hers and we are friends To his coy Mistris THink not 'cause men flattering say Youâ—r fair as Hellen fresh as May Bright as is the morning Star That you are so though you are Be not therefore proud or deem All men unworthy your esteem For being so you lose the pleasure Of being fair for that rich treasure Of more beauty and sweet feature Was bestow'd on you by Nature To be enjoy'd and t were a sin There to be scarce where she hath bin So prodigal of her best graces Thus common beauties and mean faces Shall have more pastime and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy Did the thing for which I sue Only concern my self not you Were men so framed as they alone Reap'd all the pleasure women none Then had you reason to be scant But 't were a madness not to grant That which affords if you consent To you the giver more content Then me the begger O then be Kind to your self if not to me Starve not your self because you may Thereby make me to pine away Nor let fading beauty make You your wiser thoughts forsake For that lovely face will fail Beauty's sweet but beauty's frail 'T is sooner past 't is sooner done Then Summers rain or winters Sun Moâ—â— fleeting when it is most dear T is gone while we say but 't is here Those curious locks so aptly twin'd Whose every hair a soul doth bind Will change their Aburn hue and grow White and cold as Winters snow That eye which now is Cupids nest Will prove his grave and all the rest Will follow in the cheek chin nose Nor Lilly shall be found nor Rose And what will then become of all Those whom you now your servants call Like Swallows when the Summer 's done They 'l flye and seek some warmer Sun Then wisely chuse one for your friend Whose love may when your beauties end Remain still firm be provident And think before the Summer 's spent Of following Winter like the Ant In plenty horod for time of scant Cull out amongst the multitude Of Lovers that seek to intrude Into your favour one that may Love for an age not for a day One that will quench your youthful fires And feed in age your hot desires For when the storms of time have moved Waves on that cheek which was beloved When a fair Ladies face is pin'de And yellow spread where red once shin'de When beauty youth and all sweets leave her Love may return but Lover never And old folks say there is no paines Like itch of Love in aged veins O love me then and now begin it Let 's not lose this present minute For time and age will work that wrack Which time or age shall ne'r call back The Snake each year fresh skin resumes And Eagles change their aged plumes The faded Rose each Spring receives A fresh red tincture on her leaves But if your beauty once decay You 'l never know a second May O then be wise and whilst your season Affords you dayes for sport do reason Spend not in vain your lives short hour But crop in
Legacies Here I bequeath Mine Eyes to Argus if mine eyes can see If they be blinde then Love I give them thee My tongue to Fame t' Ambassadores mine ears to Women or the Sea my tears Thou Love hast taught me heretofore By making me serve her wh'ad twenty more That I should give to none but such as had too much before My Constancy I to the Plannets give My truth to them who at the Court do live Mine Ingenuitie and openness To Iesuites to Buffocns my pensiveness My silence t' any who abroad have bin my Money to a Capuchin Thou Love taughts me b' appointing me To love there where no Love receiv'd could be Onely to give to such as have an incapaâ—â—â— I give my Râ—putation to those That were my Friends my 〈…〉 To School-men I be queath my 〈…〉 My Sickness to Physitions 〈◊〉 Exctiâ—â— To Nature all that I in Rime have writ and to my company my wit Thou Love by making me adore Her who begot this love in me before Taughts me to make as though I gave when I did but restore To him for whom the Passing Bell next towles I give my Physick Books my written rowles Of morall Counsails I to Bedlam give My brazen Meddalls unto them which live In want of bread to them which passe among all Forreiners mine English tongue Thou Love by making me Love one Who thinks her friendship a fit portion For younger Loves dost all my gifts thus disproportion Therefore I le give no more but I 'le undoe The world by dying because Love dyes too Then all your beauties will be no more worth Then gold in Mynes where none doth draw it forth And all your graces no more use shall have than a Sundyall in a Grave Thou Love taughtst me by making me Love her who doth neglect both me and thee T'intent and Practise this one way t' annihilate all three J. D. Elegies by Mr. W. M. An Elegie on a Sexton I Many Grave have made but enjoy'd none This which I made not I possest alone Each Corps without embalming it did serve My life like precious Mummy to preserve Death which then kind now cruel found I have Rob'd me of life which me my living gave No Death is still more kind for in the Grave Where once I labour had now rest I have I made good use of time and night and day Had eare and heed how the hour did rass away I still was ready for a Grave nor shall Grive at what most I joy'd a Funerall As I was wont though not so soon as then Out of the Grave I shall come forth agen On a Scrivener HEre to a period is the Scrivener come This is his last sheet his ful point his Tomb Of all Aspersions I excuse him not 'T is plain he liv'd not without many a blot Yet he no ill example shew'd to any But rather gave good Copies unto many He in good Letters had been alwayes bred And hath writ more then many men have read He Rulers had at his command by Law Although he could not hang yet he could draw His force more bondmen had made then any A dash alone of his Pen ruin'd many That not without great reason we may call His Letter great or little Capitall Yet 't is the Scriveners fault as sure as just When he hath all done then he turns to dust An Elegie on a Barber HEre 's a mad ' Shaver laid a cutting Lad That many trim feats and som bald ones had His actions were but barbarous and he More poling was then Pettifoggers be And if his fingers lookt unto were not Twenty to one but he would cut your throat But he that is not hair-brain'd needs not fear Maugre bald luck by him to lose an hair I wonder then he dy'd that liv'd alone By excrements hair which can nourish none Such an hard workman we might hardly spar This accident fell out against the hair Since in deaths Empire of a barbar's trade For dead mens hair doth grow might use be made Death takes and soundly payes him how soere Here yet is left his equalls to an hair An Elegie on a Mason SO long the Mason wrought on others walls That his own house of clay to ruine falls Which shall be new built and repair'd alone When heaven and earth have dissolution He alwayes kept his actions within square None of his doings but were regular He had a Trull and that was vitious And climing high he seem'd ambitious Though much of him yet truly said might be No Lay-man did more edifie then he By laying Lime he caught much foul and none Took with a hook more pain then he had done No marvel spightful death wrought his annoy He sought to build and death seeks to destroy On a Trumpeter IF that Fames Trumpet shall not speak thy worth Yet thou a Trumpet hadst to set it forth I thoght at last thou wuldst fal dead to ground Having been long accustomed to sound Thou wer 't too much puft up long time to last Needs must he dye whose life is but a blast Thee a sound fellow we did alwayes find Or thou like him that 's with the Collick pin'd Preservd'st thy life by letting forth of wind Camelian-like of ayre thou hadst thy food And 't was a bad wind did blow thee no good Rob'd of thy windpipes once by cruel Death For want of breath thou dyd'st that liv'st by breath Pack up thy Pipes here silent rest till when A Trumpets sound make thee to live agen An Elegie on a Sailour NOw on dry land the Sailor he doth rest Aborad here seeming cabin'd in a Chest The frail bark of 's life which strange did sound For want of wind not water here 's aground 'T is known some time a Landed man he was But had of late gone down the winde apace His life was fleeting and unstaid but Death Made him a Grave-man and him setled hath He could not but remember he must die That had his Shrowd each day before his eye Needs must his Corps long incorrupt abide Which seem'd inbalm'd with Pitch before he dide An Elegie on a Hunter HEre lies a dogged fellow who hath run Out all his time now his course is don A running head he had and did not scorne Though it did sound abroad to wear the horn His course so open was that whosoere Observ'd it soon might have him at a Hare He could not hunt thrift yet his trace shal stand He kept his Leases though he sold his Land He cannot leave his lying though he die For he being dead yet in his grave doth lye Lament his losse that like a Hunter he Brought to his Grave with a great cry might be An Elegie on a Tinker SIx foot at last the wandring Tinker bound He silent rests whose acts once loud did sound At handy-stroakes he did no Valour lack Stout fellow that was metled at the back It seems a perfect Alchymist he was For into Silver he did turn his Brass 'T is like he spake to purpose what he said For he still strook the Nail upon the head He made two holes while he did mend one hole And did his work by piece and not the whole Often in Latine he would men beguile And yet speak nought but English all the while His Nose and Forehead each a brazen one Carried the badge of his Occupation Yet had he not so soon come to an end T' had better been for he each day did mend An Elegie on a Smith FArewell stowt Iron-side not all thy Art Could make a shield against Deaths envious dart Without a fault no man his life doth pass And to his Vice the Smith addicted was He oft as Choller is en creast by fire Was in his fumes and much inclin'd to ire He had been long so us'd to forge that he Was with a black Cole markt for Forgery But he for whiteness needed not to care H' ad but a Black-smith bin though ne'r so fair Pragmaticall he seem'd by his desire Still to have many Irons in the fire And opportunities he lacked not That knew to strike then when the Irons hot As the door nails ho made he 's now as dead He them him hath Death knockt in the head An Elegie on Squire Bug a Shooemaker HE that hath made so many souls of late Now wants a soul himself to animate That he so wrung them many did compalin But at the last he gave them ease again He sometimes did work booty for his frieads And whom soe'r he serv'd wrought his own ends But if to take the length of others foot Shew cunning none knew better how to do 't He kept the old worlds custome by his trade Reviv'd for he of Leather Money made The Leather lessen'd him to drink which nere Approved was till it well Liquor'd were He well observ'd how he his life did spend Who saw each day that he was neer his end His death might welcome be to those that use Being bare themselvs to gape for dead mens shooes An Elegie on a Tapster HEre lyes a man of reckning often seen t' have born much drink not distemperd been He seem'd a lusty Sword-man for he would Draw upon small occasion and none should Scot-free esape that through his fingers past But they were sure to pay for it at last Of his hard measure many have complain'd He car'd not while he out of measure gain'd Such was his pot-luck that to high place when He had been call'd soone he came down agen Now this draw-drink being dead by fatall hap Soon you shall have a fresh one at the Tap FINIS
there in every place I le view no more those cruel eyes of hers Which pleas'd or angry still are Murtherers For my enchanted soul alas she drowns With Calms and Tempests of her smiles frowns If she but dart as lightning through the ayre Her beams of warmth they 'le kill me with despair If she behold me with a pleasant eye I surfeit with excess of joy and die A Sonnet THe World is nothing but inconstancie How can it be ought else when 'bove the sky Adultery is committed mark these twins Earth Ayre and Water are heavens Concubines The Lustfull Sun ingendereth with the earth And she as fruitfull yeelds a happy birth Of plants of hearbs of flowers the labouring skies Hurl hail-stones in the sea the surges rise Swell toss and wallow like the throwes of paine And monthly are delivered in the Maine The false Moon hath her changes why should men Weak-temper'd Women then so much contemn If that the essentiall Powers congeminate How can this Earthly but incorporate Man's Miserie by Dr. K. ILl busied man why dost thou take such care To lengthen out thy lifes short Callender When every spectacle thou lookst upon Presents and acts thine execution Each dropping Season and each flowre doth crie Fool as I fade and wither thou must die The beating of the pulse when thou art well Is just the towling of thy passing-bell Night is the Hearse whose sable Canopie Covers alike diseased day and thee And all those weeping dews that nightly fall Are but as tears shed at thy funerall The Surfeit DIsdain me still that I may ever love For who his Love injoyes can love no more War but now past with ease men cowards prove And ships return'd do rot upon the shore Then though thou frown I 'le say thou art most fair And still I le love though still I must dispair As heat to life so is desire to love And those once gone both love and life are done Let not my sighs and tears thy vertue move Like baser Mettalls do not melt so soone Laugh at my woes although I ever mourne Love sufeits if enjoy'd and turns to scorne To his Mistris HEre let me War in these Armes let me lie â—ere let me parly better bleed and die Thy Arms imprison me and my arms thee Thy heart my ransom is take mine for thee Other men war that they their rest may gaine And we will rest that we may fight againe Those warres the Ignorant these the experienc'd prove There we are alwayes under here above There Engins a farr off move a just feare But Thrusts Pricks Stabs nay bullets hurt not here There lies are wrong here wee 'l uprightly lie There men kill men wee 'l make one by and by There nothing I not halfe so much can do In these Warres as they which from us two Shall spring thousands we see which travell not To warres but stay at home swords guns and shot Dâ— make for others Shall not I do then More glorious service staying to make men An Incouragement for young Lovers LOve 's like a game at Tables where the dy Of womens mindes doth by affection flie If once you catch their fancie at a blot 'T is ten to one if that you enter not However like a gamester boldly venter And where you see the Point lie open enter But mark it well for by false play then Do what you can they will be bearing men The choice of a Mistris HEr for a Mistris faine would I enjoy That hangs the lip and pouts at every toy Speaks like a wag is fair dare boldly stand And rear Loves Standard with a wanton hand Who in loves fight for one blow gives me three And being stab'd falls streight to kissing me For if she wants the Tricks of Venerie Were 't Venus self I would not love her I If she be modest wise and chast of life Hang her shee 's good for nothing but a wife To Mr. J. W. a Parson in Devon Inviting him to come up to London By Joh. Myns HOw now Iohn what is 't the care Of thy small Flock that keeps thee there Or hath the Bishop in a rage Forbid thy comming on our Stage Or wantst thou coyne or wantst thou steed These are Impediments indeed Now for thy Flock the Sexton may In due time ring and let them pray The Bishop with an offering Will be brought to any thing For two Sermons by the way Will Host and Hostis Tapster pay A willing mind pawns Wedding ring Books Wife Children Gown any thing Nought unattempted nought too deare To see such friends as thou hast here For want of Coyne I oft see Vick Trudge up the Town with hazzel stick I met a Priest upon th' way Rid in a Waggon the other day Who told me that the venter'd forth With one Tythe-Pigg of little worth With which and saying grace at food And praying for Lord Carriers good He had arrived at 's journeys end Without a penny or a Friend And what great business dost thou think Onely to see a friend and drink One friend why thou hast hundreds here That can make thee far greater cheere Ships lately from the Iland came VVith Wine thou never knewst the name Montefiasco Frantiniack Leaticum and that Old Sack Young Herrick took to entertaine The Muses to his sprightly veine Come come and leave thy Muddy Ale That serves but for an old Wives tale And now and then to break a jeast At some poor silly neighbors feast Come quickly then and learne to see Thy friends expect thy Witt and thee And though thou canst not come in state On Cammels back like Coriate Imagine that the Pack-horse bee The Cammell in his book you see I know thou hast a fancy can Conceive thy guide a Caravan Rather then stay speak Treason there And come at Charges of the shire A London Goale with friends and chink Is worth your Viccaridge Iohn I think But if besotted with that One Thou hast of Ten stay there alone And too too late repent and cry Thou hast lost thy friends and 'mongst them I. A Farewell to the World by Sir K. D. FArewell you gilded follies pleasing troubles Farewel ye honourd rags ve chrystal bubbles Fame is but hollow eccho Gold but clay Honour the darling but of one short day Beauties chief Idol but a Damask skin State but a golden prison to keep in And torture free-born minds embroidered trains Meerly but Pageants proudly swelling Veines And bloud ally'd to greatness is but loan Inherited and purchast not her own Fame Riches Honor Beauty State Trains Birth Are but the fading blessings of the earth I would be great but see the Sun doth still Level his beams against the rising hill I would be rich but see man too unkind Digs in the bowels of the richest Mine I would be fair but see the Champion proud The worlds fair eye oft setting in a cloud I would be wise but that the Fox I see Suspected
Ithaca And the amorous Games of sportful nights prefer Before dull dreams of the lost traveller Daphne hath broke her bark and that swift foot Which the angry God had fastned to the root To the fixt earth doth now unfetter'd run To meet the imbraces of the youthful Sun She hangs upon him like the Delphick Lyre Her kisses blow the old and breath new fire Full of her God she sings inspired Layes Soft Odes of Love such as deserve the Bayes Which she her self was next her Lawrellies In Petrarchs learned arms drying those eyes Which did in such smooth sweet numbers flow Which made the world enamour'd of his wo These and ten thousand beauties more that died Slaves to the Tyrant now enlarg'd deride His cansell'd Lawes and for their time mispent Paying to Love's Exchequer double rent Come then my Caelia wee 'l no more forbeare To taste our Joyes struck with a pannick feare But will depose from his terrestriall sway This proud usurper and walke free as they With necks unyoak'd Nor is it just that he Should fetter your soft sex with Chastitie Whom nature made unapt for abstinence When yet the false imposture can dispence With humane Justice and with sacred right And maugre both their laws command me fight With rivalls or with emmulous Loves that dare Equall with thine his Mistris eyes or haire If thou complaine of wrong and call my sword To carve but thy revenge upon that word He bids me fight and kill or else he brands With mark of infamy my coward hands And yet Religion bids from blood-shed fly And damns me for the act then tell me why This Goblin Honor the World so adores Should make men Athiests not women whores Tâ—a Wench desiring Money AS fair as she that made two husbands jar Raising 'twixt Troy Greece a ten years war As white as feather'd Laeda great Ioves rape She that was chang'd into a Swan-like shape As red as is the Emony even so bright Wer 't thou my Love that which the Poets write Of metamoâ—â—hos'd Iove how oft love changd him And from his own celestial shape estrang'd him Into an Eagle or Bull I fear lest he Should frâ— high Heaven likewise descend on thee I am not jealous now my thoughts are vanisht And the hot ardor of affection banisht My fire is cool'd reason assumes the place And now methinks thou hast not thine own face Dost thou demand why I am chang'd behold The cause I le tell thee thou dost ask me gold Thou look'st that for my pleasure I should pay And that alone still frighteth me away Whilst thou wert simple and in all things kind I with thy sweet content did like thy mind Now thou art cuning grown what has that gaind Thy bodies beauty by thy mind is stain'd Look on the beasts that in the Medows play Shall women bear more savage minds then they What gifts do Kine from the rude Bull enforce What rate demands the Mare fro the proud horse Or from the Ram the Ewe they couple twice Ere once they do debate upon a price Women have learn'd alone to bargain well Their pleasures born with them alone they sell Alone they prize the night and at a rate Chaffer themselvs with strangers O vild state Alone for mutuall pastime coyn they crave And e'r they sport ask first What shall I have That which delighteth both to which both run And but by joint assistance is not done The pleasures which on even terms we try Why should one party sell the other buy Why should the sweets which we alike sustain To me be double loss thee double gain That which comes freely much by that we set Thou giv'st it me and I am still in debt Love that is hir'd is plainly sold and bought Thou hast thy price and then I owe thee nought Then O ye fair ones all such thoughts expell What Nature freely gives you spare to sell Let not your bodies to base lust be lent Goods lewdly got are ever loosly spent A Sonnet WHy do we love these things which we call women Which are like feathers blown in every wind Regarding least those men do most esteem them And most deceitfull when they seem most kind And all their Vertue that their beautie graces It is but painted like unto their faces Their greatest glory is in rich attire Which is extracted from some hopefull heires Whose witts and wealth are lent to their desire When they regard the gifts more then the givers And to increase their hopes of future bliss They 'l sometimes rack their Conscience for a kisse Some love the windes that bring in golden showers And some are meerly won with commendations Some love and hatâ— and all within two houres And that 's a fault amongst them most in fashion But put them all within a scale together Their worth in weight will scarce pull down a feather And yet I would not discommend them all If I did know some worth to be in any 'T is strange that since the time of Adams fall That God did make none good yet made so many And if he did for these I truly mourne Because they dy'de before that I was borne A Health TO her whose Beautie doth excell Story we toss these cups and sell Sobrietie a Sacrifice To the bright Lustre of her eyes Each soul that sips here is devine Her Beauty Deifies the Wine Vpon his Mistris cut finger SWeet-heart to see thy blood fall down What Mortall can forbear But as thou dropst thy blood oath groun So he must drop a tear Good counsel to such wounded Maids God Cupid thus alledges Hereafter use such harmless tools that have no cutting edges You force the ground you stand on blush But blushing we permit Our cheeks could wear a Scarlet Plush saw we as much as it Hereafter love those better parts Nay best of all indeed Which though they take a thousand wounds yet scorn they e're to bleed The Rubies soft in Diamond Are glorious for to see But if congeal'd what rarest Jems Those Ruby drops would be This wish I to my Mistris bring And that is all I bring her Would I had fingred her fine Cut When she cut her fine finger LOVE'S Hue and Cry IN Love's Name you are charg'd hereby To make a speedy Hue and Cry After a face which th' other day Came and stole my heart away For your proceeding these in brief Are some few marks to know the Thief Her hair was gold a field of snow Smooth and unfurrowed was her brow A sparkling eye so pure and gray As when it smiles there needs noday Ivory dwelleth on her nose Lilly married to the Rose Have made her cheek their Nuptial bed Lips dyed a Vermilian red Make Crimson blush beside the rest You shall know this Fellon best By the tongue for if your ear Do once a heavenly Musick hear Such as neither gods nor men But from that mouth shall hear agen That that is she O take her
time your Beauties flowre Which will away and doth together Both bud and fade and blow and wither On age or an old Face NO Spring or Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in an Autumnall Face Young beauties force your love and to a rape This doth but councel yet you cannot scape If 't were a shame to love here 't were no shame Affection here takes reverences name Were her first years the golden Age that true But now she 's gold oft tri'd and ever new That was her fore-Ides and inflaming time This is her habitable tropick clime Fair eyes who asks more heat then comes from thence He in a Feaver wishes Pestilence Then call not wrinckles graves if graves they are They are Loves graves or else he lies no where Yet lies not Love dead here but here doth sit Vow'd to this trench like as an Anchorite And here till hers which must be his death come He doth not dig a Grave but build a Tombe Here dwels he though he sojourn every where In brief yet still his standing house is here Here where still evening is not noon or â—ight Where no voluptuousness yet all delight In all her words unto all hearers fit You may at Revels you at Councel sit This is Loves Timber youth her under-wood Wine fires in May in August comforts blood Which then comes seasonablest wheâ— your taste And appetite to other things are past Xerxes strange Lydian love the Platane Tree Was lov'd for age none being so old as she Or else because being young Nature did bless Her Youth with Ages glory barrenness If we love things long sought Age is a thing Which we are fifty years in compassing If transitory things which soon decay Age must be loveliest at the latest day But name not Winter faces whose skin slack Lanck like an unthrifts purse or a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose mouths are holes rather worn out then made Who 's ev'ry tooth t' his several place is gon To vex their souls at the Resurrection Name not those living Deaths-Heads unto me such I abhor I hate extreams yet I had rather stay With Tombs then Cradles to wear out a day Since such Loves natural action is may still My love descend not journey up the hill Not panting after growing beauties so I shall be one of those that homewards go A Maids Denyall NAy pish nay pew nay faith and will you fie A Gentleman and use me thus yfaith I le cry Gods body what means this nay fie for shame Nay faith away nay fy away introth you are to blame Hark sombody comes leave off I pray I le pinch I le scratch I le spurn I le go away Infaith you strive in vain you shall not speed You mar my ruff you hurt my back my nose will bleed Look look the door is open sombody sees What will they say nay fie you hurt my knees Your buttons scratch O God what a coil is here You make me sweat infaith here 's goodly geere Nay faith let me intreat you if you list You mar my head you tear my smock but had I wist So much before I would have kept you out Is 't not a pretty thing you went about I did not think you would have serv'd me thus But now I see I took my mark amiss A little thing would make me not be friends You have us'd me well I hope you 'l make amends Hold still I 'le wipe your face you swet amain You have got a goodly thing with all your pain O God how hot am what will you drink If you go swetting down what will they think Remember this how you have us'd me now Doubt not ere long but I will meet with you If any man but you had us'd me so Would I have put it up in faith Sir no Nay go not yet stay here and sup with me After at Cards we better will agree A Blush STay lusty blood where canst thou seâ—k So blest a place as in her cheek How canst thou from that place retire Where beauty doth command desire But if thou canst not stay then flow Down to her panting papâ— below Flow like a Deluge from her breast Where Venus Swans hath built her nâ—st And so take glory to disdaine With azure blew each swelling vaine Then run boyling through each part Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart If from love it would retire Martyr it with gentle Fire And having searcht each secret place Fly thou back into her face Where live blest in changing those White Lillies to a Ruddy Rose To one that was like his Mistris FAir Copy of my Celia's Face Twin of my soul thy perfect grace Claims in my soul an equal place Disdain not a divided heart Though all be hers you shall have part Love is not ty'd to Rules of Art For as my soule first to her flew Yet staid with me so now 't is true It 〈…〉 her though fled to you Then entertain this wandring guest And if not love allow it rest It left not but mistook the nest Nor think my love or your fair eyes Cheaper 'cause from th' Sympathise You hold with her the flames that rise To Lead or Brass or some such bad Mettle a Princes stamp may add The value that it never had But to the pure refined Ore The stamp of Kings imparts no more Worth then it had before Onely the Image gives the rate To Subjects of a Forreign State 'T is priz'd as much for its own waight So though all other hearts resign To your pure worth yet you have mine Onely because you are her Coyne On a Fly that flew into Celia's Eye WHen this Fly liv'd she us'd to play In the Sun-shine all the day Till comming my in Coelia's sight She found a new and unknown light So full of Glory as it made The noon-day Sun a gloomy shade Then this amorous Fly became My Rivall and did court this Flame She did from hand to bosomâ— skip And from her breath her cheek and lip Suckt all the Incense and the Spice And grew a Bird of Paradice At last into her eye she flew There scorcht in Flames and drown'd in Dew Like Phaeton from the Suns bright Sphere She fell and from her dropt a teare Of which a Pearl was straight compos'd Wherein her Ashes lye inclos'd Thus she receives from Caelia's eye Funeral Flame Tomb Obsequye On the Snow falling on his Mistris breast I Saw fair Cloris walk alone When feather'd Rain came softly down And Iove descended from his Tower To court her in a Silver shower The wanton Snow flew to her breast Like little Birds unto their Nest But overcome with whiteness there For grief it thaw'd into a teare Thence falâ—â—ng to her vestures hemme To deck her froze into a Iemme On the drawing his Mistris Picture SItting and ready to be drawn What mean these Velvets silk Lawn Embroideries Feathers Fringes Lace When every
limb takes like a face Send these suspected helps to ayde Some form defective or decay'd Thy beauty without falshood faire Needâ— nought to cloath it but the aire Yet somâ—thing for the Painters qew Were fitly enterpos'd for new He shall if he can understand Work mine own fancy with his hand Draw first a cloud all save her neck And out of that make day to break Till like her face it doth appear That men might think all light rose there Then let the beams thereof disperse The cloud and show the universe But at such distance that the eye May rather yet adâ—re then spy The heav'n dâ—finâ—d draw then a Spring With all that youth and it can bâ—ing Four Rivers branching out like Seas And Paradise confining these Last draw the circle of this Globe And let there be a starry Robe Of Constellations â—bout it harl'd And thou hast painted beautise world But Painter see thou dost not sell A Copy of this Piece nor tell Whose 't is but if it favour finde Next fitting we will draw her minde A Pastorall by T. R. BEhold these Woods and mark my Sweet How all the boughes together meet The Cedar his fair armes displayes And mixes branches with the Bayes The lofty Pine deigns to descend And sturdy Oaks do gently bend One with another subt'ly weaves Into one Loom their various leaves As all ambitious were to be Mine and my Phiâ—â—is Canopie Let 's enter and discourse our Loves These are my dear no tell-tale Groves There dwels no Pyes nor Parots there To prate again the words they hear Nor babbling Eccho that will tell The neighbouring hills one syllable Being enter'd let 's together lye Twin'd like the Zodiacks Gemini How soon the Flowers sweeter smell And all with emulation swell To be thy pillow These for thee Were meant a bed and thou for me And I may with as just esteem Press thee as thou mayst lye on them And why so coy what dost thou feare There lurks no speckled Serpent here No venemous Snake makes this his road No Canker nor the loathsome Toad And yon poor Spider on the Tree Thy Spinster will no poisoner be There is no Frog to leap and fright Thee from my arms and break delight Nor Snail that o're thy coat shall trace And leave behind a slimy Lace This is the hallowed Shrine of Love No Wasp nor Hornet haunts this Grove Nor Pismire to make pimples rise Upon thy smooth and Ivory thighes No danger in these shades doth lye Nothing that wears a sting but I And in it doth no venome dwell Although perchance it make thee swell Being set let 's sport a while my Fair I will tye Love-knots in thy hair See Zephirus through the leaves doth stray And has free liberty to play And braid thy locks And shall I finde Less favour then a sawcie winde Now let me sit and fix my eyes On thee that art my Paradise Thou art my all the Spring remains In the fair Violets in thy veyns And that it is a Summers day Ripe Cherries in thy lips display And when for Autumn I would seek 'T is in the Apples of thy cheek But that which onely moves my smart Is to see Winter in thy heart Strange when at once in one appear All the four seasons of the year I le clasp that neck where should be set A rich and Orient Carkanet But Swains are poor admit of then More naturall chains the arms of men Come let me touch those brests that swel Like two fair Mountains and may well Be stil'd the Alpes but that I fear The Snow has less of whiteness there But stay my Love a fault I spie Why are these two fair Fountains drie Which if they run no Muse would please To taste of any Spring but these And Ganimede imploy'd should be To fetch his Iove Nectar from thee Thou shalt be Nurse fair Venus swears To the next Cupid that she bears Were it not then discreetly done To ope one spring to lett Wo run Fy fy this Belly Beauty's mint Blushes to see no coyn stampt in 't Employ it then for though it be Our Wealth it is your royalty And beauty well have cnrrant grace Lhat bears the Image of yovr face How to the touch the Ivory thiges Veil gently and againe do rise As pliable to impression As virgins wax or parian stone Dissoly'd to softnesse plump and full More whire and soft then cotsall wooll Or Cotten fron from the indian Tree or prdty silk worms huspifery These on two marbledellars rais'd Make me in donpt which should be prais'd They or their Columnes must but when I view those feet wâ—icâ— I have seen So nimbly trip it o're the lawns Thrt all the Srtyrs and the fawns Have stood amaz'd when they would passe Over the layes and not a grasse Would feel the weight nor rush nor bent Drooping betray which way you went O then I felt my hot desires Burn more and flame with double fires Come let those thighes those legs those feet With mine in thousand windings meet And woven in more subtle twiens Then woodbine Ivy or the vines For when Love sees us csrcling thus He 'le like no Arbour more then us Now let us kiss would you be gone Manners at least allows me one Blush you at this pretty one stay And I will take that kiss away Thus with a second and that too A third wipes off so will we go To numbers that the stars out-run And all the Atomes in the Sun For though we kiss till Phoebus ray Sink in the Seas and kissing stay Till his bright beames return again There can of all but one remain And if for one good manners call In one good manners grant me all Are kisses all they but fore-run Another duty to be done What would â—ou of that Minstrell say That tunes his pipes and will not play Say what are blossoms in their prime That ripen not in harvest time Or what are buds that ne're disclose The long'd for sweetnesse of the rose So kisses to a Lover s guest Are invitatiohs â—ot the feast See every thing that we espie Is fruitfull saving you and I View all the Fields survey the Bowers The buds the blossomes and the Flowers And say if they so rich could be In barren base Virginity Earth's not so coy as you are now But willingly admits the Plow For how had man or beast been fed If she had kept her Maiden-head Coelia once coy as are the rest Hangs now a Babe on either breast And Cloris since a man she took Has less of greenness in her look Our Ewes have ean'd and every Dam Gives suck unto her tender Lamb As by these Groves we walkt along Some Birds were feeding of their young Some on their Eggs did brooding sit Sad that they had not hatch'd them yet Those that were slower then the rest Were busie building of their Nest You will not onely pay the fine You vow'd and ow'd to Valentine
is not amiss Sometimes to enterpose a kiss But not cloy sweet things are good And pleasant but are nought for food But stay Nature hath overcaught my Art In her to whom I offer up my heart And evening-passengers shall sooner trace The wantoÌ„ beams that dance on Thames smooth face Or find the track where once the fowl did stray Or the moist sands which tides have washt away Then ere my heart be sound with taint or spot So a revolt of hers procure it not Ad Amicum THou art the Spring I the leaveless Tree Thou art the flower and I the toyling Bee Thou art the Flax and I the kindling fire I your disdain but you my hearts desire You are the Bride which doth ingage my brest My thoughts in yours though yours elsewhere do rest Say that I rest my lips upon thy cheek A wearied love some place of rest must seek No pillow softer then those cheeks of thine No wearied love more wearied is then mine Then be not coy to answer what I require You need not blush at what I do defire Say that your love doth some way else incline Yet I am yours though you will not be mine The Question of a Lady that was newly wedded A Lady that of late did wed Not knowing sports of Marriage bed Askt of her Husband which he thought most right For Marriage sports the morning or the night He answer'd as he did think most meet The day more holsom but the night most sweet If it be so quoth she and we have leasure We 'l to 't i th' day for health all night for pleasure Dr. Dun's Answer to a Lady Lady SAy not you love unless you do For lying will not honour you Answer of the Doctors Lady I love and love to do And will not love unless be you You say I lye I say you lye choose whether But if we both lye let us lye together Of his estate with Love THe more I seek to find the depth of Love The more I find my self to seck therein For when I thought the fruit thereof to prove I was methought as when I did begin In Love and Vertue wise men wisely say The more a man doth go the more he may For as it comes at first I know not how So doth it bring at lenghth I know not what And when we stand as tho we would not bow Then doth it break our force and â—ast us flat And making us to run an endless course Oft seems to mend but waxeth wors wors Some lay the fault in Love and som again In them that love I mean the women kind I have just cause with others to complain But to complain I never had the mind For what doth it avail me to complain If my complaint may not release my pain When I complain aright she takes it ill And for amends she answers me no force When I complain amiss she rageth still And for amends she makes it ever worse I find no fault in her I may excuse 'T is my ill luck that she doth â—e refuse Which maketh me uncertain what or how To say or think of me or of my Love I saw before with grief I see it now 'T is labour loâ—t her setled mind to move Though she make more of me then of the most I count but ill that count without my â—lost Then I deserve she doth a great deal more And yet a great deal less then I desire Would God she kept her courteous deeds in store So that her self with love were set on fire Her deeds are such as I may not complain It is her heart that puts my heart to pain She doth to me that which to all she must And yet as though it were to me alone Her best she layes up for her best betrust Who is her all in all and yet but one In love and vertue wise men wisely say The more we spend stil spend the more we may Thus do I feed on leaves instead of fruit Instead of bodies shadows me content In my account Cyphers for Numbers go My feasting Christmas is a fasting Lent And yet no wrong for my desert is small And all the world is subject to her call When he had written this she read it and said that he writ it more to shew his wit then for any good will whereupon he thus replyed BUt what do I in vain my paper spend without al hope against the stream to move Needs must I end although I know no end If not to love yet for to speak of Love She says that this she says that all I writ was nothing else but for to shew my wit And would to God my wit did shew no more Then I delight to shew my wit therein It were more wit to keep my love in store Then utter all when none of hers is seen Mine is so much she keeps her own in store If mine were less her own would be the more To his Love upon complaint of the uncertainty of his estate She answered him that he should never have cause to repent MY heart the Ship that was tost to fro By winds of fear by waves of deep despair In certian course uncertain what to do Or how to find the weather ever fair At length is got into the Port of rest To wit his only best beloved brest And knit with faith as with a Cable Rope Which wil not shrink though all the world do fail Unto the Anchor of undoubted hope In hope at length with wind and tide to sail He careth not though winds do blow abroad So he may find his harbour in the road A small assurance more contents the mind The greater hope of greater hope to come That which is loose you may with ease unwind The way to all is to be sure of some Which sith you grant I hold my self content With that you say I never shall repent He that hopes you said of him â—s you meant That he never should have cause to repent To his Love when she said that her love was a burthen unto him MY Love why dost thou think thy love a burthen unto me I never felt a thing so light as it doth seem to be Or if thy love a buâ—then be as thou dost say my dear Why thinkst thou me unable or unwilling it to bear It is no burthen for to have but for to want thy love From which I do not cannot ought not will not me remove The love is light and doth delight that hath the greatest part The love is heavy that is least and makes a heavy heart Then if thy love a burthen be as thou dost seem to say Think that it never troubles me but when it goes away To his Mistris on New-years-day TO give a Gift where all the Gifts of God so much abound What is it else but even to adde a penny to a pound To wish you years though they be New which yet may make you
old What is it but to wish you years of silver for your Gold Yet do I send a simple Gift to shew my great good will And wish withall that all your years be new and happy still To a Friend on the word Wife THe W. is double wo the I. nought else buâ— Jealousie The F. is fawning flattery the E. what else buâ— enmity If in the Name there be such strife Then God defend me from a Wife Vpon a Merchant THere was a man and he was semper idem And to be brief he was mercator quidem He had a wife was neither tall nor brevis Yet in her carriage was accounted levis He to content her gave her all things satis She to requite him made him Cuckold gratis Ti his Love upon New-years Even when they were upon parting IF you will leave me leave me dear Or now or never with the Year For now the Year is at an end And now each friend renews his friend And now the date of love expires And now the time truth requires And now your friends envy at me And now it must or never be If you do mean to love me dear Begin to morrow with the year For then doth love it self renew And every friend perform his due Then to and fro the Gifts are sent And paid as if it were for rent And then of friends the most we make Another Lease of Love to take If you will neither leave nor love As by conjecture I can prove You do me wrong to hold me on You wrong your self to care for none You wrong the face that God you gave You wrong the other gifts you have And in revenge of this your wrong Shall love I hope and lack as long Wherefore or love or leave me dear Or now or never with the Year To his Heart MY Heart why dost thou bodily fear that thou dost love in vain Why dost thou fear that gentle meanes will make thee live in pain What though thy Love did never care for wearing of a man What though more craft lurk in her breast then she dissemble can Thy choice is good thy love is great thy faith is true as steel She 's wise what wilt thou more why dost thou fear before thou feel The Hearts Answer ALas what should I do but fear how I may be secure Of that which none could yet come neer how may poor I be sure What though I have the name to be the greatest in her books What though she feed me once a day even with her kindest looks Her choyce is past her love bestowed hear faith no faith can move â— most unworthy shall I hope to gain so good a love A Reply to his Heart MY heart why dost thou reason thus According to thy sense Why dost thou make an evill cause the worse be thy defence What though her choice be past her love bestowed her faith too true What though thou most unworthy be to such a one to sue In choyce is change in love mislike faith used ill may faile Full many speed unworthily why should'st thou strike the sayle The Hearts Answer ALas to reason for my self is but to breed my bane And to be proud of mine estate when I am in the wane What though in choice in love in faith we many changes see What though in my unworthiness she may esteem of me Such choice is chance such love is light such faith is also frail And they that speed unworthily unworthily may fail Of Love WHat thing is love the worst yet the beâ—â— A world of cares and yet a mart of toyes A sea of dangers yet the Haven of rest A hell of torments yet a Heaven of joyes A world a sea a hell to tender hearts A Mart a Haven a heaven to ease their smarts How doth it come that way it seemeth least It fisheth here and hangeth there a bait It hoisteth say I when it doth Anchor cast And strikes Alarm when it sounds retreat And when we think we have it at the bay We may be sure it steals another way What are the works of love more neat then fit For any use and more in skill then proof The fine conceits of every finest wit Of greater caâ—â— and â—â—bour then behoof Much lik◠〈◊〉 shâ—t Spiders weave on hie Which have no use but even to catch a Flie Wâ—at is the end of Love still to begin And not to have or sight or hope of end About a little to be long and in An endless suit a thankless time to spend Much like the wheel that turning ever round Doth run apace and yet can get no ground When he was to go into the Countrey ANd must I go from whom what shall I say From hope from health from love from life from all Thaâ— was or is or may be any way My greatest comfort in each kind of thrall And that beyond the Seas into an I le Where from my joyes I must my self exile What though my native Country be the place What though it be to see my Father dear What though it be my Mother to imbrace And take her blessing for this whole two year What though it were 10000. friends to see â—0000 times this one more pleaseth me To his only one when he was in the Country LEt fools beleeve that absence cureth love Or cools the heart that eye hath set on fire I see I see the farther I remove The farther off I am from my desire And find too well the wound I took by sighâ— Is nothing less but rather more by flight For thogh mine eye did daily wound my hearâ— Yet did I see withall thy lovely face Noâ— every thought gives caus of greater smarâ— Because I want the hope of wonted grace The only thing wherein I now delight Is that thou dost to me so kindly write If thou didst know what pleasure I do take In every line that thou dost write to me How I do scan each letter for thy sake To pick what kindness I may out of thee I know that thou wouldst write once a week to me In reading thine methinks I talk with thee To her again HOw far how long am I and shall I be From that sweet soul whose looks doe feed mine eye How far how long shal she be kept from me In whom with whom to whom I live and dy For place I take each step a mile to be For time each hour doth seem a year to me Methinks the Sun doth greater leisure take Then he was wont to linger out the day Methinks he goes as if his legs did ake And time it self doth make no haste away If I might rule the Chariot of the Sun I would be bound to make it night at noon But be I far or be I long from thee I am thine own and thine alone my dear No â—ime no place shall change or alter me Though steps were miles every hour a year Perswade thy self that I am with thee
still Though I be here in part against my will When she told him she loved as well as he AS well as I too good for to be true As well as I too sweet for to be sure As well as I a speech too kind for you As well as I too sudden to endure As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play As well as I then must you change your vain And watch your times to make your love be seen As well as I then must you leave disdain And shew your self more kind then you have been As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play As well as I then will I strive to do More then I can to make you do as much As well as I then will I be to you More then I am to make you to be such As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play To his Love IF any be content with words 't is I If any not content with deeds 't is you If any fear your tongues like swords 't is I If any vex the heart that bleeds 't is you 't is you and I that make these sayings true Disdained I and most disdainfull you If any man do live by looks 't is I If any woman loves by fits 't is you If any leave for love his books 't is I If any bats the edge of wits 't is you 'T is you and I that make these sayings true Unhappy I and more then happy you If any strive against the stream 't is I With wind and tide if any go 't is you If any be more then they seem 't is I If any think less then they know 't is you 'T is you and I that make these sayings true Unfeigning I and deep dissembling you If any pluck for prime and miss 't is I If any pluck for flush and hit 't is you When colour holds if any loose 't is I By contraries if any get 't is you 'T is you to whom all gains prove for the best 'T is I that on all gains do loose my rest A Fancie of Love THe Sun had run his race and now began His Steeds to water in the Western Seas When suddenly the sky waxt pale and wan And night drew on the time of rest and ease I lay me down to take my sleep in bed And lo what fancies came into my head Fast by my side there seemed one to stand I know not how possest on every part Possest on either foot on either hand Possest on head but most possest on heart Ladies they seem'd that did divide him so And still at odds both draw him to and fro I sigh to think how I did sigh in sleep And full of pitty pittied his estate I scarce can hold to think how he did weep And make complaint of his unhappy fate Yet went I on to see what Dames they were That did the silly soul in pieces tear Upon his heart his tender heart I saw Love like a Prince sit in a Chair of State Under her feet lay all his thoughts in awe Not daring once their case for to debate The reason was reason it self was fled And scarce did hold a corner of the head Upon this head did foolish fancy sit Devising toyes his Mistris mind to move I never saw the like conceits of wit As thence were sent to get his Mistris love And though he sent unto her more and more He never sent the same he sent before On either hand did sit a modest Dame One on the left another on the right One called Hope the other Faith by name Too constant both for love that was but light Yet winged both as if they would aspire Faith with desert and Hope with hot desire Upon his feet two spitefull ones did sit To weigh him down nail him to the ground To clog his hope his faith his love his wit From getting her to whom he would be bound To wit distrust that hindred faith to flye Despair that hindred hope to mount on hye While I stood musing at his wofull case She passed by that puts him to this pain It grieved me to see so sweet a face To bear a hand so armed with disdain And as his faith began to plead desart With her disdain she thrust him through the heart Do I say him I feel my self her hand This very wound doth drive my dream away Well may I dream that others by me stand But when I wake I must the person play Well may I dream this deed by others true But when I wake it can be none but you When he knew not how to please her IF any man an endless maze do tread Where neither in nor out he finds the way If any's fancy be by reason lead To one that doth both dally and delay If any Anchor cast in careless Cost 'T is only I that study to be lost My wit is snar'd within a Serpents head Where there are many turnings to and fro My foolish heart is yet with reason led To think it reason that it should be so And I my self I grant do study most Conceits of wit by which I may be lost What will you have me do what will you not Shal I be yours not so mine own nor so Go I away I have a new love got Stay I what get I but but in faith Sir no Wish I your love you say I wish no reason Touch I you brest you say I offer treason How will you have me to behave me then Not yours and yet but yours I may not be As touching so not touching doth offend Go I or stay I there is fault in me Yet must I still in this or that offend Untill you tell how I may both amend In truth INn truth sometime it was a sweet conceit To think how Truth Love did live together But now in truth there is so much deceit That truth indeed is gone I know not whither Yet liveth truth and hath its secret Love And Love in Truth deserves to be regarded And Love regard in conscience doth approve Approved truth can never be discarded Then try me first and if that true you prove me In truth you wrong me if you do not love me Vpon a Discourtesie CLose up thy lids mine eye thy leaves mine eare Put up thy pipes my tongu thy stripes my heart Head hide thy self wit leave thy fancies dear Hand let thy pen no more it self impart For when eye sees ear hears heart feels disdain How may I speak or write or think but pain Head akes with casting fancies in his mold Hand shakes with setting of these fancies down Hart quaks to think that love shud wax so cold And each part takes my wrong to be his own But yet since you in them do me forsake 'T is I not they that ake that shake that quake My
aking head can dream of nothing now But Agonies of a perplexed mind My shaking hand can write down nothing now But fitts of Agues shaking in their kind My quaking heart doth pant within my breast That so great love should find so little rest Vpon May-Day THis morning did I dream of merry May How I did rise and forth a Maying go To take the pleasure of the pleasant day In which we may without all fear of no Methought into a Park of Dear I came A pleasant place and full of pleasing game A goodly pale it had about it round As even as Art could make or Nature bear Which did set forth the goodness of the ground And compass in the hasty flying Dear The Gate was made with clasp of silver fast Where few or none without great favor past The froward Keeper did deny me way And askt me how I durst to come so neer Since it is May said I I trust I may Come in and out so that I steal no Dear No no said he go May it other where Though it be May you may not May it here With that I stood aloof the Park to view And over pale the pleasures to behold Where I perceiv'd a Lawn of perfect hew Which did abound in pleasures manifold Above the which a goodly hill there stood Upon the which there grew a goodly wood Within the Gate I did a Cave espye Whence of sweet breath there blew a pleasant wind Happy were he that at the mouth might lye To cool his heart when hot he doth it find Yet farther in methought there did appear Two lively Springs as any Chrystal clear What kind of Dear it held I need not tell It nothing held that is not holden dear Each thing it held became the Park so well It grieved me that I could not come neer But wo is me that in this pleasant ground Beauty should be the Dear love the Hound Of his Love upon his purpose to travell AS vertuous men passe mild away And wisper to their souls to go While some of their sad friends do say Now his breath goes and some say no So let us melt and make no noise Nor tear flouds nor sigh tempests move 'T were profanation of our joyes To tell the Laity of our Love Movings of th' earth cause harms and fear Men reck on what they did and meant But trepidations of the Sphere Though greater far are innocent Dull sublunary Lovers love Whose soul is sense cannot admit Absence because it doth remove Those things which elemented it But we by love so much refin'd That our souls know not what it is Enter assured of the mind Careless eyes lips and hands do miss Our two souls therefore which are one Though I must goâ— endure not yet A breach but an expansion As gold to airy thinness beat If they be two they are two so as stiff-â—wind Compasses are two Thy soul the fixt foot makes no shooâ— to move yet doth if th' other doe And though it in the Centre sit yet while the other far doth rome It leanes and hearkens after it and growes erect as that comes home Such then be thou to me who must like th' other foot obliquelie run Thy firmness draws my circle just and makes me End where I begun J. Dun. To his Mistris of Love and Hate TAke heed of loving mee at least remember I forbade it thee Not that I shall repair mâ—unthrifty waste of breath and blood upon thy sighs and tears And so recover my lost soul at last for so great joy my life at once out-weares Then least thy love by my death frustate be If thou love me take heed of loving me Take heed of Hating me Or too much triumph in thy Victorie Not that I shall be mine own Officer and Hate with Hate again Retaliate But thou wilt looose the name of Conquerar if I thy conquest perish by thy hate Then least my being nothing lessen thee if thou hate me take heed of hating me Yet Love and Hate me â—oo So these Extreams shall neithers Office doe Love me that I may dye the gentle way Hate me because thy Love 's too great for me Or let these two themselves not me decay So shall I live thy Stage not triumph be Then least thy Love hate and me thou undo O let me live O Love and Hate me too His Dyet TO what a cumbersom unwealdiness And burdâ—nous corpulence my love had grown But that I did to make it less And keep it in proportion Give it a Dyet made it feed upon That which love worst endures discretion Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not Of which my fortune and my faults had part And if sometimes by stealth hegot A she-sigh from my Mistris heart And though to feast on that I let him see 'T was neither very sound nor want to me If he wrung from me a tear I burnt it so With scorn or shame that him it nourisht not If he suckt hers I let him know 'T was not a tear which he had got His drink was counterfeit as was his meat For eyes that roul towards all weep not but sweat What ever he would distaste I wrote that But burnt my Letters if she writ to me and that favour that made him fat I said if any little be Convey'd by this ah what doth it avail To be the fortieth name in an entail Thus I reclaim'd my Buzzard love to flye At what and when and how where I chuse Now negligent of sport I lye And now as other Faulkners use I spring a Mistris swear write sigh and weep And the game kil'd or lost go talk or sleep Against Marriage THere never lived that married woman yet 〈◊〉 truly could commend the wives estate Though some perhaps in modsty and wit Wil rather prais't then shew their grief too late This Marriage is a field of discontents All over-grown with a confused hâ—ap Of wrongs cares and many ill events Which Husbands sowe but Wives are forc'd to reap Or like a prison with a painted door Which passengers suppose a Princely place But entred in they do repent full sore Their former errour and their present case O Maids beware of this Tolossa gold 'T is fair in shew but ruine doth infold Against Melancholy GO damned Melancholy get thee hence Thou hell-bred fury torment of the mind Weakner of wit abuser of the sence Within whose bounds al mischiefs are confin'd Thou sullen sin souls torture day and night Health-killing humour Harbinger of Death Grave to content darkner of beauties light Unto all good thou art the floud of Leath A waking dream a spur to jealousie A fond conveyer of a thousand toyes The ready path which leads to Lunacie Is this bereaver of our earthly joyes The Gods I think when we deserv their curse Inflict this plague because there is no worse Dr. Iohn Dun's Will BEfore I sigh my last gasp let me breathe Greet Love some