his Muse is able think It sets him far above the reach of men Such is the vertue of this versing drink 'T will raife a drooping spirit to the height 'T will send a known Coward unto the wars The tast so heavenly and the look so bleigh That some do hold it is dissolved Starrs But be it what it will I never yet Have found his equall not in any thing It makes a man his sorrow to forget Equall's the lowest with the greatest King What is it 't will not doe yet there are some That from my praises far enough do vary Who by their carriage shew from whence they come And ne're were so well bred to drink Canary And this I know they are no Gentleman That in that very thought such drink deny Which is the Scholars Study Poets pen The Lawyers guide the Lovers deitie All that the Poets feign of Nectar is Composed in this little Sea of bliss Then Drawer bring it in the hurt I 'le do 'em Is drink to all that do believe this Poem A SONG I Cannot say you are forsworn Since you have proved true And yet I think my self forlorn VVhen by your actions still I view Your fancy 's ranging for a new 'T is true you loved me a while But soon your love was cold Then think no more on Beauties guile For your embraces are grown old And have no force my heart to hold I see the Treasures of that face VVhich once I doted on Is to be found in every place And all the fleeting graces gone There 's nothing left to look upon Yet when you 'ave seen the worlds store And where the Beauties be Reclaim your self I le ask no more But am content the spoiles to see Alone devoted unto me On loving of two LAdies that you both may know What yo to your Servant owe I have both of you adored And have both your loves implored If I did but set mine eye On the one and th' other by I could nothing but admire Being â—corch'd with double fire Should I on Clariana look I doe open Beauties book Where such lessons I do find As they captivate my mind If I look upon the first Though she have been too too curst Yet I think new hopes of grace Are in Amorea's face But that hope is soon defaced If Clariana will be pleased To allow me in her sight Counting it my chief delight Amorea's love engageth And a war within me wageth Clariana's sweet affection Then must serve for my protection If Clariana should be ill I do all her sickness feel But for Amorea's trouble I consume into a bubble Should Clariana be but pleased All my sorrows are appeased Yet if Amorea mourn All my joyes to sorrow turn Those who Amorea've seen Say she is the Elizium Queen And that Clariana's face Only came from Phenix-race Scarce can I suppress the flames Sent by those adored Dames VVere it not their haughty scorn VVas to heavy to be born But now all is past and ended Had not Hymen me befriended I would never more have loved Had he not my mind disposed Saying if I chance to find One that parallels the mind Of these Ladies I have named She it is for me is framed The Shadow 1. YEsterday as I was seated And lay sleeping in an Arbour See my hopes were all defeated And were shipwrack'd in their Harbour For I thought I had been taking All my treasure in myne armes But it prov'd when I was waking Nothing else but false alar'ms Yet it troubles me the less For the Gods had like success 2. One of them as doth appear In their Tale for anger burned When he saw his only dear To a shining Cloud was turned A second made his labour vain And another we do see For his Nimph embrac'd a stream And the third a Lawrell-Tree Thus the Gods themselves were used And with shadows are abused 3 So it was with me alas When I thought I had my fair Like a shadow she did pass And nothing left but fleeting air Then I waked discontented In a posture nigh disparing But my sadness was prevented By her personall appearing But nothing I of substance write Whil'st of shadowes I Indite To Amorea walking in her Garden SEe how all things do conspire And agree with her desire For when she doth blesse the walkes On each side the Verdure stalkes As if waiting her commands Bowe themselves to kisse her hands And the early growing bush VVhose rare flowers now do blush Joying that they 're in the way To her lap their Tribute pay And as she her self disposeth So the Marigold discloseth And her Inward parts discover As to the Sun her constant lover Then when she her body shadeth Straight the Heliotropian fadeth Other flowers take new birth From her presence scorn the earth By imploring a divorce From their mother and their nurse See the Tulips how they bow Down their golden heads and how In dumb elloquence they woe Hopeing that that Blessed hand VVill confine them for to stand In some window there to be In her presence till they die Lilly Juliflower and Pancy All submit unto her fancy And her pretty fingers do pray t' accept their offering too Hundreds more as good as they Do come thronging in her way To exchange their libertie For a sweet captivity Thus being sated with delight She begins for to unite Them into a Garland and With her sweet composing hand Crown'd her sleeping shepheard whom Little thought it was his dome Then with humble grace she bowed To the rest who being proud Of their happiness to meet In the Allies with her feet Thus she being gone away Ah that dismall fatall day The poor youth as soon as he Waked found his destenie And with that began to tear All the favours which he ware In her honour and his crie Was disloyaltie I die So the Garland which she gave Served to adron his grave To Mr. James Sherley on his playes MIrrour of Comedies and of our age That hast re-edified the falling Stage And once more built the Theatre with thy pen In Spight of foes hast made it live agen What can we render thy Admired Playes Already have sequestered the Bayes From of the head of those who writ before Which were but shadows to thy works no more Who is not joyed when he seeth the fall And punnishment of vice thy Cardinall And taught by thy Imposture for to shun Lascivious courses or else be undone Thy Brothers teach us love thy Sisters do In courtly tearms shew us how to woe Or if we will be read in points of State Then thy Court Secret make us up compleat What shall we offer then or what Present Wee 'l add this Trophey to thy Monument That ages yet to come shall hear and see VVhen dead thy Works a living Elegie On the perfection of Beauty GAze not on starr's whose twinckling light The spangled glory of the night Nor on the Suns refulgent eye Darting Silver
art expert Yet give leave 'ts not compleat The reason is when she is near Thy workmanship doth not appear II. Had great Apelles present been Or Sir Vandike but standing by And the Original but seen They both together would deny And both refuse to take in hand A work that doth their Art command On his departing 1. VVHen I was forced to depart From Amorea ever dear Think you how near A sadness then did touch my heart 2. An Adamantine Law hath fors't Me to depart and leave my bliss Ah sure it is A law shall alwayes be accurs't 3. Yet go I must and leave behind My happyness unto my greif And no releif Is left unto my troubled mind 4. Thus should my Amorea know Alas she doth but will not give Any Reprive Unto my helpless overthrow A Fancie on Courting T Is a sport to see our Youth How they do digress from truth When they summon beauties Fort And their Ladyes first do court One will to his Mistress swear That she is the only fair And where ever he hath been A sweeter soul he hath not seen Another sayes his Madam is All his joy his love his bliss And a third perchance will tell That his Lady doth excell Should one of another Nation Come and see our Antick fashion How they wry and bow their bodies To a woman as a Goddess He would think that they were paying Vows unto a Saint or praying And but see the Lady stand With her slaves at her command He undoubtedly would say That So humble Slaves as they In his travells hath not seen Or a more adored Queen Yet if their Ladies seem to yeild They leave the garbe and take the field On the Curtain of his Mistress's Picture 1 VVOnder-hider tell me why Thou deniest to our sight And forbid'st our longing eye from her most refulgent light 2. Grand-usurper let us see Thy too rich concealed treasure That our fancies all with thee May perticipate in pleasure 3 Cover-heaven be but pleased Thy dark shadows to unfold Let our greedy sight be eased With thy more then orient gold 4. No we must not see what 's under Thou wilt still deny our suite Least our eyes be struck with wonder And our wonder strike us mute Writ on her Lute TEll me Princely instrument Whence proceedeth this content Doe those taking charms dwell In thee or her I prithee tell Is there power in thy Sound Not to captivate but wound Doth the efficacie live In thee or else she doth it give Tell me is it only aire Can our hearts so much insnare No it is her heavenly touch That concerneth us so much When her hands do bless thy strings See the pretty little things How they tremble yet express Their gratitude with chearfulness Who is he that would not stand Trembling if that blessed hand Should but touch him who is he Would not shake unless a tree Who is he his joy can smother Hearing th' one or feeling th' other To his Dream SPeak lovely Dream how could'st thou find Phantesies to shew her mind Wast not enough to let us see Her face alone but must we be Alwaies in a such a taking Qâ—iet neither asleep nor waking It was but this very night She appeared in my sight Morpheus having thither sent her I began to complement her But the cursed destinies Looking on with jealous eyes Envious at our happy meeting Attropus cut off my sleeping Yet he had gi'n me the leasure To describe the ioy and pleasure Of this lovely-loving Dream Had not waking lost my Theam Commanded to conceal his Love 1. LOve me but how not that it may be known Love me and yet take care no love be shown Love me but that you love me still disown 2. Look not with eyes that may suspition give Live still in hope yet alwaies hope to live Grieve not at all but ever seem to grieve 3. Think not a thought of Love but yet retain Me in your mind remember but refrain Blot out affection yet let love remain 4. Seem still to change but changes disapprove Remove your passion yet in passion move Doe not as much as whisper out your love 5. Let fall no word no thought no sigh no tear Be joyfull but let joy be mixt with fear Deny to tell a secret to your ear 6. For know in love ther is a such an Art He loseth all a councell will impart Let me be only lodged in thy heart The Phenix 1. OFten have I wish'd to know Why the Phenix hath her nest far removed in the East Now the reason I can show 2. 'T is because that in the West We 'ave another of her race But we do not know the place VVhere she will take up her rest 3. Amorea it is she Yet alas it is not known And I doubt will ne're be shown VVhence that happy fire must be Shall this blessed Phenix burn And raise young out of her Urn. Loves Elegie RIng mournfull Bells for ever Ring Now Love is dead Let Quâ—risters forget to Sing Love being fled Musitians all your warbling Art You may set by And Learn now to take to heart Loves Elegie Great Hymens Court is at an end Th' Elizium Grove Containeth nothing but a Feind That hateth Love Mourn youth and Poets Muses mourn In Sad attire Your fancies never more shall burn With Loves chast fire May young and old and all lament This dismall day And all erect a Monnument On Loves dead clay No Ring Sing Play heark what is told Forbear to weep Youth Poets Muses Young and old Love doth but sleep On his Quondum Mistress GRace 1 Vertue 2 Love 3 did take 1 enforce 2 constrain 3 Sight 1 Mind 2 Heart 3 with Wonder 1 Fancy 2 Charms 3 First 1 Second 2 Third 3 did View 1 Possess 2 Contain 3 Delight 1 Love 2 Joy 3 was then 1 embrac'd 2 in Armes 3 Till Hope 1 Desire 2 Trust 3 fail'd 1 lost 2 betray'd 3 Thought 1 Love 2 and Faith 3 is free 1 gone 2 and unsaid 3 Yet Time 1 Repentance 2 Grief 3 shew 1 prove 2 declare 3 Her Fault 1 Loss 2 Sorrow 3 past 2 too late 3 not heard 3 My thought 1 eyes 2 heart 3 found out 1 saw 2 break 3 the snare Wrong 1 Hate 2 Deceit 3 intended 1 kept 2 prepar'd 3 But Hope 1 Joy 2 Freedome's 3 seen 1 possest 2 in part 3 Thought 1 Love 2 Desire 3 is true 1 fixt 2 in the heart 3 Not vertue 1 grace 2 heart 3 mind 4 love 5 joyes 6 delight 7 Take 1 force 2 contain 3 possesse 4 view 5 charm 6 the sight 7 For Hope 1 desire 2 trust 3 thought 4 love 5 and faith 6 Faile 2 losse 2 betray 3 free 4 gone 5 she all unsaith6. Hespelon and Amorea A Dialogue Amorea VVHo is it that cometh here To remove my setled fancies Hespelon It is one my onely dear That hath known all the chances Of a Lovers carefull fear Amorea Why alas
do it but to save your oath On a Puny Scholler A Puny Schollar that had got degree Would take a journey for his recreations Into the Countrey took the liberty To preach his Text was in the Lamentations The Fellow never from his Text did fall For the whole work was Lamentable all On Hunters HUnters are men of a strange constitution For most loâ—e peace they bawling and confusion It is not possible Hunters can thrive That make themselves such pris'ners while they live For why the Hunters doth himself confine Unto a cursed Kennell all his time And in the end perchance Acteon's fate Falls on his head and eates up his Estate On Falconers FAl'kners for whooping hollowing whisling I Do think they 're born mad and so will die Yet I confess it is a Noble fight To see a Hawk to make a gallant flight Were 't not that in the end unhappily The Hawk and fortunes both away do fly On a Poet. SHould I forbear to write an Epigram Upon a Poet this or th' other man Might pick a quarrell asking what are you That write these Epigrams a Poet too Peace Buzzard peace for fear I do pronounce Another Epigram upon a Dunce The worst that Blockheads dare to speak of it Poets are poor in person rich in wit The Vnfortunate Lover I. I That Amorea loved I who in her love delighted I poor I am disapproved I and only I am slighted 2. I which in her love did glory I am he that once was blessed I can speak the saddest story I in Love have found expressed 3. I that thought the time was wasted I mispended from her presence I a sad farewell have tasted I alas have lost my Essence 4. I the Wretch whom Love hath smitten I by love was ne're befriended I that sometime Love have written I have done for Love is ended The Conclusion LIke to a Ship that now involv'd must be In th'Abiss of all profundity When a Charibdiss sends a cruell Billow To intimate his thundring neighbur Scilla To entertain the Wrack or like a man That just before his death sings with the Swan So it is now with me I Versefy And Carroll out my dying Tragedy 'T was Amorea it was only she The sole effect of my lov'd destinie 'T was she alone that could the sentence give And after judgement grant a sweet reprieve 'T was she at first that stole my liberty Making it captive which was born free 'T was she that did command me for to prove And write the best of passions which is Love 'T was she that set my senses all at strife 'T is she that can but will not save a life 'T is she my thoughts have put in a confusion 'T is she presented me with this conclusion ' Twa she that scorned such a love as mine is 'T is she hath gi`n my Love and Book a FINIS To his little Book GOe little Book let Amorea know What she doth owe Unto thy Authour and her dying Swain Shew her disdain No stay and take thy errand let her see 'T is cruell she Hath brought her servant to a deep dispair By being fair But goe and do not fear to tell her goe and show That lovely foe By disoblieging him and slighting thee Both are set free And if in reading thee that killing Saine Doth once relent Tell her it was her scornfull Tyrannie Hath set an end unto my love and thee On the Contents of his Book to the Readers I Need no Index to my Book for 't is So little that I 'me sure you cannot miss Yet 'cause 't is usual I will immitate The Major Poets do not be angry at My bold presumption if thou're such a one My Book shall have Contents tho' thou hast none THE CONTENTS TO the Muses Page 1 Liberty Lost. 2 A Poem Lyrick 4 Peace pratling Muse. A Song 5 Love at a stand 6 To Amorea on his going to Sea 7 His Inducement to Love 8 To Amorea from prison 9 The Author's danger and deliverance 10 Hopeless Affection A Song 14 Vnder his Mistress's Picture 15 On his Departing 16 A Fancy on Courting 17 On the Curtain of his Mistress's Picture 18 Writ on her Lute 19 To his Dream 20 Commanded to conceal his Love 21 The Phenix 22 Loves Elegie 23 On his Quondum Mistress 24 Hespelon and Amorea A Dialogue 25 On the Five Senses 27 Loves Liberty 29 A Dream 30 His complaint to the Groves 31 To his ingenious friend I.P. Esq on Limbning 32 A Fancy 33 A Contention between a Poet and a Limbner 34 A Pastoral Poem 36 To Amorea on his going to Travell 40 To Cloris imploring a revenge 42 In praise of Sack 43 Writ at Sea 43 A Song 44 On Loving of two 45 The Shadow 47 To Amorea walking in her Garden 48 To Mr. James Sherley on his Playes 50 On the perfection of Beauty 51 To his unconstant Mistress 52 An Elegie on the Death of the Princess Royal. 53 To Phyla 54 The difference between a Lute and a Vial. 55 The Change 56 To Amorea A Song 58 On the inequality of Marriage 59 Clariana's Dream 61 Love and Respect 62 The Author's Dream 63 To the Sun 70 On the Death of his Mistress 71 On His Sacred Majesties happy Restauration 72 To the most Honoured Sir James Smith Knight on his many favours received 74 To Celinda 75 On a Simple Gentleman which spake in dispraises of Poetrie 76 On my want of money ibid. On a Vintner 77 On a Lawyers Wife ibid. On a Taylor ibid. On a Poetaster 78 On Frenetta ibid. On a deboist Schâ—llar 79 On a Coukold ibid. On a Double Marriage 80 On a Zealous Brother ibid. On a Lawyer 81 On a Shoemaker ibid. On Mistress Florella 82 On a Holy Sister ibid. On a puny Scholler 83 On Hunters ibid. On Falconers 84 On a Poet. ibid. The Vnfortunate Lover 85 The Conclusion 86 To his little Book 87 ERATA BEsides the errours in each leafe and line In every word and every Character The greatest errour I confess is mine In writing for in silence none can erre Who er`e the Reader be I him Implore That shall vouchsafe to Read this little book Pardon the errours I will ask no more Or pass them over with a candid look And if thou hast not so much Charitie I care not for the Errours nor for thee
AMOREA The Lost Lover OR The Idea of Love and Misfortune BEING Poems Sonets Songs Odes Pastoral Elegies Lyrick Poems and Epigrams Never before Printed WRITTEN by PATHERICKE IENKYN Gent. LONDON Printed for William Leake and are to be sold at the Sign of the Crown in Fleet street between the two Temple Gates 1661. To his ever Honoured friend Mr P. I. on his Amorea SHould I commend thy Poems that would be A needless complement for all do see That do but read thy works thou hast out-gone More then I `me able speak or think upon Yet this I dare afirme what thou hast writ Thou hast not borrowed from anothers wit Thy muse doth scorn that any one should say I`ve read those verses once before to day No thus I`le pubblish with a be it known To all the world the Poems are thy own Thy Amorea hath no other plumes To set her out no Baint nor yet perfumes No braded hair no Peacook-couller gown She`s in a moddest dress and t is her own In which i`le leave her to the pubblick vew Of the Ingenious Readers friend Adue Jo. Frankelin To my dear friend Mr. P. J. on his Amorea THou dost not writ of Armies or of Fights Of Monsters Giants nor of armed Knights Nor how great Ladies did in Castles lie By strange adventures gaining libertie No dreadfull Battells thou discrib'st for fear It should be harsh to any Ladies eare Nor dost thou sing of Travells that may bring Truth in suspition thou dost not sing Of strange prodigious Monsters whose birth Without production sprung from the earth No those poor Rabbles thou dost scorn too touch Thy fancie flyeth to a higher pitch Thy passion being fired from above Thou sing'st that noble noble passion Love A. Mathews To his Ingenious Friend Mr. P. I. on his Poems of the King's Return VVElcome sweet soul into the Company Of noble Poets welcome again say I Where hast thou been tell us how conld thy worth Lie hid so long why did it not break forth Where wert thou when as half the world did sing The glorious welcomes of our Sacred King Did Amorea so much hold thy mind In due observance that thou could'st nor find One hour to express thy joyes with us No 't was not so the reason sure was thus Thou went's into Arabia to bring A Quill from off the Widow-Phenix's wing With which thou 'st written that thy Loyalty Is so apparent as the world may see If they but read thy Poems thou 'st out gone Not only half but most that writ upon Our Kings Return thy enemies do think Thou writ'st in gold and not with vulgar Ink. Io. Dancie To his esteemed friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems AIde me Ben Jonsons Ghost come Cleavelands Spirit Might I old Quarles his smoothness but inherit Or were I metamorphis'd for a while Into some Lofty Poet my poor stile Must needes come very short of thine yet I Will pay my tribute to thy Poetrie Which if you do except although a mite I `me sure t is full of love though it want waight T. M. To his Dear Brother on his Amorea IS 't true I have a Poet-Brother who Hath seen Mount Hellicon at twenty two Been bred up with the Muses and hath quaft Of the Pierian Fount a liberal draught In Agganippe Well hath dip'd his Quill And fetch'd his paper from Parnassus hill 'T is true I have and had he been another But ' I le forbear because he is my Brother I 'de speak his praiss for thus much I do know His Works will shew it more then I can do Io. Ienkin. To my dear friend on his Amorea HOw many hours nay daies I may say years How many sighs and vows how many tears Hast thou paid to the memorie of one That like the Phenix vows to live alone Could I perswad thee but i `me come to late I will not make thee more unfortunate Suppose Resuming of a second life That Amorea were to be thy wife That 's all could make thee blest yet she must die And now she lives to perpetuity R. M. To his Dear and ever honoured freind Mr P. I. on his Poems I Shall not flatter I 'me no Parasito I 'le not deminish nor yet add a mite Vnto thy prayse for what need Gold to be New gilded or'e that 's vain curiosity If wit be judge then thou art sure of prayse And Dunces must not read such lines as these For if they should they 'l finde an Epigram Will tell them to their face thou art the man I could speak much in prayse but to what end When all that Read thee do it no dear friend I le wish thee happiness but this i`le prove Thy book will make the Dullest Soul to love G. M. To his dear and ever Honoured friend Mr. P. J. On his Poems SHould I write any thing in praise of thee That were a nedless thing I le rather bee One of the number that do thee admire And then I have all that I do desire For two be bound up with your book I know Though you admit my verse will useless shew J. C. To my dear friend on his Amorea VVHat in the wars and yet a Poet then Tell me the difference 'twixt the sword and pen Canst thou with one hand grasp the tempred steel And in the other holde thy loved quill Be angry in a moment and yet prove Thy anger onely doth proceed from love This day be bravely mounted in the street To morrow prostrate at thy Ladies feet Write Sonnets in the morning and ere night Be deep ingaged in some cruell fight Iust now a going to a Nuptiall And presently cal`d to the Funeral Of some new Slaughtered friend how can this be Why thus the question`s plain enough for we That read thy Poems needs must do thee right For thou canst fight and love and love and fight R. H. To his ever friend Mr P. I. On his Poems I Am as full of love as those that do Write better Verses in the praise of yon And if it may not be disparagment To those have writ thy praise t is my intent To write a line or two that all may know it Reading thy Poems I am half a Poet W. A. To Mr P. I. on his Amorea HOw should I do my mind for to rehearse I can write love enough but not in verse Yet my dear friend do not refuse this mite For I declare unto the world I write Not to win praise for then I `me sure I shall Have very little for you have gotten all I am contented it doth joy my heart When as I go abroad in every part For to hear this and th' other Ladie say Have you not Amorea read to day One takes occation for to praise this thing Another will take up her Lute and Sing One of thy Sonets this will drop a tear For thy mifortune some I`ve heard to swear Thy Pastroll Poems best some think it Dutie To
praise that Poem thou hast writ on Beautie Should I give my opiniâ—n truly I Compare thy book unto a Lottery Her`es Gold enough presented to our Eies Draw where we will we cannot miss a prize W. C. TO AMOREA The DEDICATION TO the fairest and divine Next unto the Sacred Nine To the Queen of love and beauty I do offer up my duty To the sweetest disposition That e're Lover did petition To the best and happ'est fortune Ever man did yet importune To the Lady of all hearts That pretend to noble parts To the altar of her eyes I my self doe sacrifice To her ever winning glances Here I doe present my fancies And to her all commanding look I doe dedicate my book To the Muses MUses I do invoke you to inspire And grant to me your great and holy aid That in my fancies so it may be said I favour win favour'd by your Atire Yet how or what I shall insist upon Or on what subject I should first begin Against the Muses sure it is a sin For me to speak or think of Hellicon My barren Muse unfit to entertain Or to assume the name of Poetrie Although I have presum'd a libertie My tired mind from Prose a while to wean But if the Muses grant their influence And will my naked fancy but protect All I shall do is wholy to project A way to make them a large recompence And all the praise that comes if any be Is due unto them for inspiring me Liberty lost AS yet I had not known the rage and force Of Love and Passion when I took my course Unto the Grove where I was us'd to go And passe the time wish it had ne're been so And being come unto the place where I Was wont sometimes to walk sometimes to lie Upon the flow'ry banks of Violet And Primrose interwoven as if set To counterfeit th' Elizium Tapistry Who could have thought danger should be so nigh So sweet a place when forthwith I began To read a while the story was of Pan The God of Rural Sports where Shepherds fell In love with Shapherdesses and to tell How some one for his love renounc'd a Crown And spent his time with Sheep upon a Down At which I smil'd that man should be so vain As from a Prince to turn a Shepherd Swain But note what sudden chance befell and see I laught 't is true 't was a sad laugh to me For having scan'd the vanity of love I heard a fluttering noise come from above When presently there lighted on a tree A winged-boy the fight was strange to me And wondering at the sight he forthwith took From underneath his wings a Table-book And threw it at my feet saying young-man Look well on this and read no more of Pan And saying so he took in hand his bow And shot at me I since have felt the blow At which he vanish'd from my sight when I Oneâ—y in love with curiosity Unclasp'd the Book I took it to be so But 't was a Picture-case the which did show A face which I had never seen till then Which made me to admire it's grace but when I 'de view'd it o're and o're I took the case And threw it from me but the new-seen face Had made so deep impression that I said Crying aloud I am betray'd betray'd And rising from the place I went away Toward my habitation but stay And see my sudden change I that before Could boast of freedome presently I tore My Book in pieces and began to cry Love Tharldome Madam Passion Liberty And like a man distracted I began To curse the Winged-boy and call on Pan But as I call'd I heard a silent noise Within the Wood and after that a voice Which came unto my ear I heard it say What have I seen what have I heard to day And looking round about me I espi'd A sight I have repented by the side Of a small running Brook a Nimph to lie Discoursing to her self of destinie I heard her say wish I had never been Abroad to day or wish I 'd never seen The Grove nor Picture but since it is so I will forget it all and so I 'le go And as she spake that word I saw her face The very same the new-found Picture case Presented me when I cry'd out 't is she She fled and only said 'tis he 't is he A Poem Lyrick AMorea why so Fair Fairer then the clearest ayre Brade no more that Auborn hayre If in love you do not share Beauty doth beget dispare Amorea Why so wise Far above a mortalls prise Drown no more our gloomy eyes But accept the Sacrifice Of a lovers dying cries Amorea why so High Why so full of Majesty Ah shut up that killing eye Which by looking can deny Only minde the marriage tye Amorea why so Blest How so happy in thy rest Still denying to invest In thy chast but marble brest Any lovers interest Amorea cannot be Fair but in her puretie Nor wise but in her Sanctitie Nor high to any but to me Nor Blest but in Eternitie Peace pratling Muse. A Song PEace pratling Muse do not declare Her great perfection Now she doth not lend an eare To thy affection No alas her thoughts are seated Too too high to be repeated Come wandring fancy come away Thou art neglected Honour bids thee not to stay If disrespected Never do her parts admire That thy ruine doth desire End hopeless love for ever end She doth not hearken Her resolutions all do bend Thy hopes to darken Let her never more delight thee If but once She seems to slight thee Away you vain and fond delights away be gon I nere intend on Hymens Rites To think upon Pardon mee I cannot vow it For my dear will not allow it Love at a Stand. 1. SHould we but ourselves confine To one setled habitation Though the place were all divine We should long to change our station 2. So it was when first I loved I resolved not to sever But alas it hath so proved It was force and and not Indeavor 3. Should I say that I adore you You will hardly give me credit You will say if I implore you In his own words I have read it 4. That he is unstable hearken Love hath bred a deep confusion Your denyals often darken But not change my resolution To Amorea on his going to Sea 1. SEnd not a sigh to follow me behind That were unkind My totter'd Bark cannot eudure that wind The force of such a gale Will overset my saile 2. Drop not a bootless tear into the Sea That 's not the way Rather be still and unto Neptune pray For if you do but weep Your tears provoke the deep 3. Yet when I see too late the threatning storms Portending harms I then shall wish my self within thine armes Not only there to lie But only there to die His Inducement to Love 1. DOe not think it is your beauty That hath so engaged me
is 't you my friend Have not yet those follies left thee Hespelon Dear I never doe intend Though my fortunes have bereft me Of thy presence for to end Amorea But perchance you will forget me When the Object is removed Hespelon Thy opinion sure will fret me But too dearly I have loved And my passion will not let me Amorea Yet I hope these toyes will leave you When you see a fairer creature Hespelon No your Author did deceive you It was vertue and not feature Which Induced me to crave you Amorea When you riper years aspire May be then your mind will falter Hespelon Who is he can quench the fire Or his resolution alter Being taken with desire Amorea Yet in time and absence you Will forget me youth is fickle Hespelon Which if time and absence do Let the all destroying Sickle Cut me from the world too Amorea Ah begon my dear I say Do not longer me Importune Hespelon Cursed be that cursed day But more curs't my cursed fortune Saying So she went away On the five Senses Seeing If the treasure on the Poe Ganges Nile or Mexicoe With the Beauty of the world All at once upon me hurl'd If I cannot see my fair Wealth is winde and beauties air Hearing If the musick from above Such as all the Gods do love Or the subtill Sirens voyce Were presented to our choyce If my Misteres do not hearken Ears are deaf and eyes do darken Tasting If Ambrosia here were given Or Nepenthe drunk in Heaven With the most delitious Sallets That ere pleas`d Ambitious pallets If my Lady be not pleased Eyes Eares and Tast are all diseased Smelling If the Spices of the East Were ours that please the Smell and Tast All the flowers of Thessalie And perfumes of Italy If my dearest do not love it Eyes Eears Tast Smell disaprove it Feeling Now the last but best I handle But for this I need no Candle If my Mistres do deceive me And of Feeling should bereave mee If her Pulse I connot charm All my Sences do me harme Loves Liberty 1 VVHen Cupid had possest my heart With Amoreas Love And that my more diviner part My meaner fancies prove When my affections all were crost And she did me deny The fallen Angell only lost So great a Liberty 2 When not obtaining deep dispair Had conquered my minde And that a kinde of hopeless fear Did all my wishes blinde When I shall call to minde the day That first I did her see With captiv'd soules I then may say I had a Liberty 3 When with a Swan-like Song I sang My Amoreas grace My Muse must then in changes ring The wonders of her face When with her all commanding Love My passions are set free The Spirits of the Elizium grove Have no such Liberty 4. When as I hear her heavenly name My Sadness is supprest And nothing but a Loyall flame Doth harbour in my brest When with a look my greif is hurl'd By the charmes of her eye Onely the Sun that Rules the world Doth know Such liberty A Dream VVHen Morpheus had possest mine eies With sleep and unconfined thought Did stray it to my fancy brought The Image I so highly prize Sometimes I seem to see my dear Tempted with a golden shower And yet so constant that their power Cannot change the mind of her Another time unto my greif I think I see her for to yeild And almost give up the feild Destitute of my Releif Then do I see but grive to see A Rivall doth my place possess And hath all the happiness Which was onely due to me Yet at last if not deceived Amorea is unmoved No one but my self she loved Waking then my joyes bereaved His complaint to the Groves GRoves-inhabitants draw near Afford your aide Let it no more be said That I doe live Ah come and drop a tear Your sorrow give But no reprieve Yet grant oh grant that I may dwell Within your bowers My few remaining howers Whilest I relate And shall in dying tell I 'me made by fate Unfortunate But witness how I loyal die And that I take My death for her sweet sake For when I found That she did me deny Death gave the wound Adue I sound To his Ingenuous Friend J. P. Esq on Limbing SPeak ingenuous Friend of mine Be but pleased for â—o shew In what Regent or what Clime Do those heavenly coullers grow We admire the mistery Of thy hidden secret Art Which not only fills the eye But doth captivate the heart Here the heedless Lover views The well known adored face Of his Mistress straight renews Hopes and symptomes of new grace Here a piece like Beauties Queen That a winning modesty Then an humble pride is seen Thus a stately Majesty Here a Countenance is sad Ready to dissolve in tears There a face that looks half glad Intermixt with joy and fears Whence are thy rare Pencills brought Whence thy Art and in what place Colours are paint love and thought And declare it in the face Surely thou hast gotten wings For to fetch this heavenly dye For they are not Terrene things Can so wound both heart and eye A Fancie FRom whence Unthought of fancie com'st thou now from whence Is thy pretence To disengage me of a fixed friend From whence Hast thou the pow'r to overthrow the sense Which cannot end But in the love of her to whom I doe pretend Away Heart-wounding Cupid now be gone away Ah do not slay My bleeding fancies with thy cruell dart But stay And let me think upon that happy day In which thy Art Did first obliege me to that glorious Ray Else quickly strike my heart A Contention between a Poet and a Limner Poet. I 'Me noble Poetrie and what are you Limbner I am the nobler Science of the two Poet. The nobler Science tell me how I can Write any thing of men Limb. I make the man Poet. I write of Courts of Princes and high things Limbner I draw the lively Portraiture of Kings Poet. I shew the very mind of men in books Limbner 'T is true but I do shew their mind in looks Poet. I am wits High-priest for I can inspire All those that read my works with sacred fire Limbner And I can boast my skill is from above For thousands seeing of my Pieces love Poet. I 'me alwaies read with wonder and delight Limbner I know you charm the ear I charm the sight Poet. Your Art is to be learned many do it There 's none can be Apprentise to a Poet. Limbner I must confess you are ingenuous But what are Poets if compar'd to us Poet. That you are noble souls all say as much But you are poor Limb. Were ever Poets rich Poet. I treat of souls of men you but of faces I 'me kin unto the Muses Limb. I to th'Graces Poet. I make men live to perpetuity Limbner I make them live as long by similie Poet. VVell when your dead I 'le write an Eligie
And set it on your Hearse thus it shall be Here lies Arts-master whose lov'd-name shall stand Writ in gold Letters by a Poet's hand In Great Apollo's Temple there to be In the next place to lofty Poetrie Limbner And if you die before me to be sure Your name shall alwaies live by Portraiture A Pastorall Poem PHylacona having early In a morning that had fairly Promis'd the ensuing day All the glory of the May With a mellancholly pace Come at Length unto the place That for Phylaconas love Called was the Goddess grove Here she used still and wholy For to treat her Mellancolly Here she entertain'd her sadness Though the place did promise gladness For there was the loving Vine With the stately growing Pine Ranks of Cedars there were seen And the Lawrell Forrests Queen Next the Cipress and the Yew Did present themselves to vew There a Bow'r of Kear is made Here a lovely Mertle shade With the Ivy and the Bayes That do crown the Poets Layes Here the Poplar there the Thorne Which hath Phylamela born And in every tree there stood The Musitions of the wood Scarlin Lennet and the Thrush Crown'd the top of every bush Underneath was to be seen Ruâ—ning through a spangled green Well composed into Bowers All enamelled with flowers As if Nature meant to show What her art was able do Was a brook or little River Which did seem for to deliver In its Language all the story Of that Nymphs Eternall glory Who as Poets have Inserted Was into a stream converted Heer She used to retyre And the very same desire To be private in his Sorrow Made her shepherd bid goodmorrow To his sleeping and to rise Shaking Slumber from his eyes Sorrow would not let him stay For to entertain the day But commanded him away And to the grove did fortune hurry Him as she began her story When she thither was arived Being of all joyes deprived Only taken up with care This sad voice did reach his eare Which at first he had neglected Being with his greif affected Yet because he would not be Taxed for discourtesie Round about him as he pried The sad Nymph he had espied Who her tender limbs had laid On a mantle that was spred On the painted Tapistry Of the flower-paved walkes and nigh To the River did she lie And because he thought her fate To his sadness did relate He supposing that her care In his Sorrows had a share Out of Curiositie Hid himself behind a tree Thus the Nymph being on the ground After she had looked rownd Thinking on her present feares Thus began her tail with tears Who can better tell then I To deplor the destiny Of a sad forsaken Maid Only by my self betrayed I that in the height of life When the Graces were at strife Which should have the greatest prise Language carriage voice or eyes I who ever have been Courted With the noblest and consorted With the most Gentieler sort And knew nothing but the Court Nothing then could please me better Then to read an humble Letter Such as Lovers do present All compos'd of Complement Thus when I shall call to minde What is past I then do finde All the happy hours are spent Which to youth are incident And can see nothing of truth Harbour in unsetled youth Yet when I shall think upon The forsaken Espilon VVho by his disloyalty Hath so disobleiged me Needs I must declare his worth VVith which words he steped forth Knowing this the first time For to vindecate his crime VVith heavy pace and look Being come unto the brook After he himself had seated His excuse he thus repeated Madam if your very Servant Have not still with wishes servant Prosecuted your affection Never give my love protection Only you to have enjoyed Be both wish and love destroyed Or if ever I have loved More then you your self Approved May my Love be still neglected And my falsness be dedected May my heart be ever grived May my vowes be not believed If I do not thee desire Then let heart and vowes expire Therefore dearest Here his hands would fain have brooken Truce if that she had not spoken And her angry commands Did forbid his longing hands Espelon quoth she my dear Leave me least I justly fear That your carriage will deceive me Yet for this I do forgive thee But be sure you are not quitted For the punishment is fitted You forever shall be banish'd Saying so away she vanish'd Like an airy broken bubble Leaving â—im unto his trouble VVhereunto this Pastorall tended No man knows for here it ended To Amorea on his going to Travell 1. IF that my Travell were to be so far My only starre To come again no more Then well I might implore Pardon from Cupid and loves deitie For the offence I 've done to Love and thee 2. Yet Amorea be but pleased now To take this vow If Fortune be my friend To grant a happy end Unto my journey offer up I shall To thy blest shrine my vows my self and all 3. But if I never do return Alas I mourn For her I left behind Yet dearest be so kind Only to think I only for your sake This journey with my death did undertake Writ at Sea NOw had I bid farewell unto the Land And left behind that ever blessed shoare Blessed because it Amorea bore Yet could not leave to look upon the sand For now my grief began I took in hand My Pen in which my fancies heretofore Did once delight for why it did restore My hopes but heark the voice I do adore Commandeth back who can that voice withstand T is Amorea it is her command To Cloris imploring a revenge CLoris stay and do not flie Give an eare to my Petition Which I offer up and make With submission And contrition That when you do vengeance take For dispenced loyaltie Take it only of her eye For to captivate a lover Let it never more have power Take away it 's former grace May a shower Spoile the flower Of her once admired face Where she loveth ah remove her Let her love but still above her Cloris hark to my desire And behold my Sacrifice Do not passe too hard a sentence Drown her eyes With her cryes Let her know a sad repentance But take mercy in thine ire 'Cause I once did her admire In praise of Sack FRom where or whence at first this Liquor came Or how it had it's being none can tell Where the Pierian Fount did give it name Or where it flow'd from Agganippe-Well Is now the question truely I am one That do believe the thing which we call Sherry Was planted first in sacred Hellicon Produced of some strange Celestial Berry One of the reasons that doth move me to it A reason I prefer before the best I never yet could meet a piece of Poet But lov'd to take a glass beyond the rest And there is reason for 't 't will make his pen Run faster then
from the sky Look not on Spotless Ermines tho` For whitness they excell the Snow Nor pretty Turtle-Doves who be The emblimes of lov'd amity Think not on Muses graces now Nor the Seven wonders we allow Nor would I have you think upon The Poet-nursing Hellicon Wonder not why Pearls vallued are Or Rubies why accounted rare or Diamonds who sparkleforth At once their luster and their worth For If Clariana come in sight Stars do fall and lose their light The Sun Eclips'd doth post away And sets an end unto the day Ermines run into disgrace Baffled when they see her face Turtles dying leave the Grove To see themselves out-gone in love The Muses Graces Wonders seven Are vext that now they are made even Mount Hellicon her self doth fear All Poesie doth flow from her Pearles are mad that now they must Be look`t upon as glittering dust Rubies asham'd away did skip And vow'd a vengeance on her lip Diamonds for grief have sworn That they 'le never more be worn Thus starrs are falen the Sun is fled Ermines baffled Turtles dead The Muses Graces Hellicon The Wonders vex fear as undone Pearls Rubies Diamonds are mad shame sware And all because Clariana is so fair To his unconstant Mistress VVHat only constant in unconstancie And true alone to mutability Like the still changing wind That moves the curles of thy hair Kill or be kind Dissolve or bind The double knot of my dispair Speak life or let me die For wing'd with hope and baffled by disdain I think I am not safe nor am I slain Yet puft up with desire To reach my earthly happiness My hopes exspire In the fire Of dull flaming heaviness Burnt up yet live again So in the ballance of hope love and fear Secur'd by confidence yeâ— drown'd in care I once more come to trie And once again implore If you deny Although I die I vow ne're to affect thee more Believe me when I swear An Elegie on the Death of the Princess Royal. GOe Ladies stay ah goe no stay and mourn A while lay down your Lutes ah come turn Your deep concerned eyes upon this Tombe Read and lament as if you read your doom Alas make haste come pay your Obsequies Unto her memory with drowned eyes Attend this Monument forget to see Your selves carrassed may you ever be In mourning habits and where e're you walk May death and Funeralls be all your talk And if you sleep may your dreams be of Bells Of Hearses Coffins Monuments and Knells May all your daies of pleasure and delight Be Metamorphosed to dismal night For Vertue 's dead and in her all is gone That Vertue 's very self can think upon Now certainly a wrack is to be fear'd For gon's the Star and North by which you stear'd Gone is the Touch-stone which was wont to try Whither was richer love or constancy Gone is your Torch and gone away your Sun Your Lights extinguish'd e're it was begun Nothing is left but mourning but you 'l say Who it should concern or dismay Or so obliege us HER to think upon Is 't not enough to tell you Vertue 's gone It is the Princess whom I 'de nam'd but when I name Her once grief drownds my tongue and pen. To Phyla PHyla I will not enquire What hath been thy past desire Nor is 't sitting you should know Unto whom I 've made a vow Prithee Phyla tell me now What has made thee to retire Is it 'cause I do admire Other beauties is it so Tell me Phila I think no For I still retain the fire Which was kindled long agoe In my mind and flameth higher If I chance to come but nigh her Phyla wilt thou know who 't is Speak thy self thou can'st not misse The difference between a Lute and a Via IT fell out the other day Two Ladies busie at their play Th' one a Vial with her voice Did accord a Heavenly noise Th' other a Theorboe held Which when they the Room had fill'd With their Musick then it was Striving which of them could pass Each the other then say I Musick was Divinity Madam quoth the first I think If Napenthe be a drink That doth reconcile the Gods When they chance to fall at odds Certainly without denial 'T is distilled through a Vial Quoth the other to confute Your argument why not a Lute And I comming in the while They began to blush and smile Saying both you that so well Of Love do undertake to tell And have ventur'd to set forth In a Poem the rare worth That in Musicks charms lie Speak without partiality Which is fitter for Love's Quire Amphion's Lute or Orpheus Lire Thus betwixt a Scila I And Charibdis then did lie Should I dare to say a Lute Farewell my intended suite Or if I a Vial praise Then my Mistress I displease Will you take a Poets oath Then by Sack I pleas'd them both Amphion's Lute I did advance Because it made the stones to dance And when they had found the trial Which was sweeter Lute or Vial With the reason both were mute Both concluding 't was a Lute The Change 1. CHloe I wondring in my mind Why men do such changlings prove Now the very cause I find 'T is occasioned by love And no judgement from above 2. First I found it in my self For I was not born so Yet alas the pievish Elf Needs must have a Mistress too Pardon Chloe 't is not you 3. VVhich when I had gotten I Lost within a day or two Though I told her I could die For her love there came a new Made me bid the old adiew 4. Thus I chang'd for Chloe's sake After I had made a vow VVhich I changed and did make Others that are broken now VVhich my Chloe must allow 5. For I 'me chang'd from hope to fears See what Chloe's love can doe Changed even in my prayers Believe me Chloe it is true Chang'd to all but King and you To Amorea A Song AMorea when that you Honour with your sweet repeating My poor fancies then I doe Think the Heavens are compleating All my joyes and pleasures too Yet the cause I cannot shew Unless it be for this reason That you know it is your due When in Verse I mean to praise one All the glory 's meant to you For when I begin to vow Clariana is my fairest Or do Chloes love allow Or say Phyla is my dearest All do end in you you know What say can you then deny But the reason I have found 'T is because that they and I Swear your Beauty is the ground Make us call you deity On the Inequalletie of Marraige T Is strange to see the unavoided fate Of many in this humour when to late They find their errour one perchance will cry VVhat should I do against my destiny Antoher half destracted will perswade He`s happier in the maid then if he had Obtain`d the Mistres think fond youth if wise Is`t better draw a blanck or
have a prize Yet if thou`lt Marry and their be no friend Can disingage thee of thy Madness lend And eare to reason first be sure you see Where she do correspond in quallitie Not that i`de have you fly too high and so Like Iccarus you drown your self no no I `me not for such a Marriage for I`ve read Of Eagles feathers if put in a bed All other feathers instantly consume Devouring those that are not of their plume Yet on the contrary I`de have you show Your self from whence you came go not so low To draw a scorn uâ—on Posteritie For that`s a blemish that will never be Extinquish`d but by time and perchance you Stooping too low will be Extinguish`d too Is it not pitty that it should be said The Son and heir will have a Chamber-maid And who can help it when it is their doom The onely daughter doates upon a groom And so destroy all that their father got By wit or valour Industry or lot But hearken youth if not infatuate To all misfortunes let 's expostulate Why should a Goss-hawke fly at Titmice or What need a Faulcon stoop unto a Dor Are not there Princely fowls enough but they Must be content on Butterflyes to prey What follies this are there not mediums left To be embrac'd but just like men bereaft Of sence and reason we must headlong run We know not where before we are undone Can we not be content to change our name By transmutation to the very same It was before when suffering Loyaltie Shall still be lov`d by noble Honesty What would you have would you joyn Land to Land Do it provided you go hand in hand In age birth fortune Love if not take care What you do think is good may prove a snare And if these reasons will not serve the turn Fly like play with the candell till you burn And then you 'le let the world for to see Marraige and Hanging goes by destiny Clariana's Dream 1. CLariana slept and as she slept The God of Night stood by The God of Love for anger wept That he could not be nigh 2. Clariana wept and weeping cry'd O'rewhelmed with her care VVhat hast thou ask'd that I deny'd Speak Hespelon my dear 3. Clariana wak'd and waking found That all was but a Dream She sigh 't and fell into a sound But ne're reviv'd again Love and Respect 1. IT is not that I love the fairest Less then when my love I tendred But 't was hopeless love my dearest That my deep affection hindred 2. Yet 't is not hopeless love shall fear me Or command my love to end 'T is the high respect I bear thee Will not leave me to offend 3. Were I confident to carry Thy affection it would be No content at all to marry If the conquest were not free 4. But if you vouchsafe to pardon My presumption do but prove I will render thee the geurdon Of a never-dying love The Authors dream NOt long agon being thrown upon my bed Repleat with Sorrow my unsetled head With Perturbation of a troubled minde Turn'd giddy with it's cares no rest could finde It was about the hour that the clock Had strucken two the early waking Cock Had gi'n his first Allarum to the day Sleep seas'd my drowned eyes and greif gave way To nature to exact her tribute when Somnious who doth command the eyes of men Did charm me first asleep then sent a dream The which disturbed my late setled brain And thus it was me thought I had set forth A little Pinnice which towards the North Was bound with swelling sayles a lofty winde Yet not to high encountred me behinde The Symptomes of a happie voyage and all Good fortune on our side did seem to fall For having past the Isles of th` Orcades Norvegia Thule next the frozen Seas And having more then hopes to reach our Port Neptune as if he meant himself to sport With our mishapes bid the winds blow and they No sooner were commanded but obey And every thing conforming to his will Made us to soon to see onr cause was ill When after all our Masts and rigging spent With all misfortunes that are Incident To Saylers in storme we discry'd Two other Vessels driven with the Tide And labouring for their Haven but they found To soon unto their loss themselves a ground The Climate where we were and the degree Was known to them and not unknown to me The Northern Amazons possest the Land Their Queen Clarianna under whose comand The Countrie flourisht and the very place Where the Ships stood night to her Palace was Yet could not I so happy be as they For when I had recovered the Bay A second storm did assail us and Neptune to Eolus had given his hand To make us only wretched as if both Had past their pledges by a mutuall Oath To Thunder down their vengeance for the most That each of them could do we felt the worst But that I may not Vary from my Theam Because 't is pertinent unto my Dream Know the two Ships were driven to the Land And stuck half buryed on a Bar of Sand. On the Ports Star-boord side the one was fast Th' other a little to the Larboord cast Betwixt them was the River wherein we Must thrust our torn vessel or else be Ingulfd in sudden ruin at which I Spake to the Master with a hastie cry Demanding his advice and what to do Quoth he our evils now are more then two For if to windward of that ship we stand Then ours will be involved in the Sand To Leeward of the other should we fall Undoubtedly we lose ship men and all For every side ther 's danger should we steer Betwixt them both on every hand ther`s fear Of falling soul again if we should trust Unto our Anchors that`s the very worst Well this is to be done and what de`e think We`le in betwixt them if we sink we sink These were his words and in this very Fashion He brought them out but hold the Scituation Of Clarianna's Pallace shall be shown For such a gracefull object must be knowe The house was seated on a rising hill Inshrin`d with Cyprus trees but here my quill Will prove deficient should I bnt talke Or set the graces forth of every walk If on the buildings I should write or look My pen would run it self into a book But I l'e decline the hill again for fear I should forget my Dream and end it there Which must not be before I let you see What happened in my Dream and unto me For being Sad and pensive in my minde 'Cause I could not th' interpretation finde I grew more troubled but this accident My greif and sorrows quickly did prevent It seem'd to me I saw before mine eyes The ground to open and a man to rise Whose venerable age had showred A Snowy benediction on his head And in one hand me thought he helde a Globe And in the other was an
to let Rebellion in By breaking of this happy Union When all is buried in Oblivion 'T would be a means such curses for to bring As Heaven defend us from God save the KING To the most Honoured Sir James Smith Knight On his many favours received SIR I Fear my boldness may impute me rude And to say nothing were ingratitude Can I for favours had of such a one Burie my thanks in dark oblivion And where I ought to pay all thankfulness Render my self base by forgetfulness Should I which have received from your hand Of bounty so much kindness should I stand Without acknowledgement as if that I Were quite devested of civility No no such Boons as those must needs require Returns which in some measure of desire Should testifie a gratefull mind in part He payes such debts which has a thankfull heart And such my payment for these loves must be Pay'd by good wishes to eternitie To Celinda 1. COme Celinda come away Sweet Celinda do not stay Bless our longing longing-eyes Harken to your Shepherd's cries That doth vow To allow Every year unto that day Such a thankfull Sacrifice As he ' th sworn for to slay Half his Flock come come away 2. And when my Celinda shall Make me happy by a call Saying Shepherd now I come See Alexis be at home Then I 'le make For her sake A Holy-day throughout the Vale. Giving all my Flock to some Shepherd that hath known all My love I hear Celinda call EPIGRAMS On a simple Gentleman which spake in dispraise of Poetry A Gentleman for want of education Said Epigrams and Poems were but toyes And in his judgement and small estimation Are only fit for Girles and for Boyes Another standing by that wished well To Poetry and lov'd a witty Rhime Your judgement Sir alas what can you tell Thus 't is to cast a Pearl before a Swine Pray hold your peace for Poets hold it fit That Ignorance must not be Judge of Wit On my want of Money VVHat though I want Pecunia what of it I never passed such a merry age As when I did employ my little wit To free my self of this sad Pilgrimage But by experience I find Poetry 'T is sad to tell shakes hands with poverty On a Vintner A Vintner on a time did me perswade To make an Epigram upon his Trade Only the love of Sack did make me write They 're glad to see men drop but will not fight And yet are alwaies Drawing which implies When others fall such Knaves as they do rise On a Lawyers Wife A Lawyer did complain unto his Wife He ne're had such a Tearm in all his life Content your self quoth she but this Vacation And the next Tearm I 'le use my Occupation For with my Little Common Law I 've found A trick in Plea to get me many a pound On a Taylor A Taylor that for me had made a Suit 'T was Allamode and all things fitting to 't But when I put it on I was in wrath Telling the Rascall he had stole my Cloth It is too short said I thou 'st made it ill Be pleas'd quoth he I 'le length'nt with my Bill On a Poetaster A Poetaster of our latter times Began to versesy upon the Vine He ask't me my oppinion of his rhimes I told him they were very like our wine What do you mean quoth he are they not good Yes Passing good said I if understood On Frenetta FRenetta is a gamster most men know Yet she will venture all on a good cast And though her fortune be but bad at throw She hopes to keep an oppen point at last Then be as fortunate as e`re you can Frenetta`s sure to carry the first Man On a Deboist Scoller SCollasticus with much Phillosophy Began to praise the University And after three years study now he see 's That he is able for to take degrees All men that know him see that he is able At Tavern Tenness Dice and Biliard-table For by degrees he'ath learnt a way of late To spend a very fair and large estate On a Coukold OLd Curno and his young new married Wife Had ne're a quiet hour in all their life For in their Jarring this is still his noat Telling his wife she was not worth a groat Thou ly'st quoth she for thou hast more with me Then ever I am like to have by thee Why what you base confounded Whore quoth he â—ornes Coukold Knave if I a Whore must be On a Duble Marraige SIr Seldom-Sober and his eldest Son Came to Sir Idle-Spend thrifts dwelling place After the Cerremonies all were done Young Sober ask't to see his Daughter Grace Is that your errand Sir quoth Spendthrift here She hath not been with me I know not when Nor yet with us quoth Sober for I swear I 've seen her not this twenty years and ten Pardon me then quoth Spendthrif you must tary For Cosen Jermans are forbid to Marry On a Zealous Brother ROtundus prayeth much and singeth Psalmes Gives to the poor but will not have it known And when that he distâ—ibuteth his Almes No Trumpet shall within his gate be blowne By this the world may plainly Judge and see Rotundus is not what he seems to be On a Lawyer A Lawyer is a man I know not how For to discribe him right as I should do For if a man another chance to sue He`s for the Plaintif and Defendant too And though I `me cheated yet unto his face God bless your worship how goes on my cause Why well quoth he povided that this Bill Be sattisfyed or else it may go ill They are the painful`st men in all the nation And why they ca`nt abide a long Vacation Yet if my cause be spoild he must be prais`d Give them good Tearmes and then the Knaves are pleas`d On a Shoemaker CRispianus with another would contend His trade and Calling ne`re should â—ave an End ` T is strange that Crispianus So will strive For why without his Ends he canot live Yet though he Waxeth poor it is confest His trade will holde unto the very Last On Mistress Florella MIstress Florella had a Plat of Land Intail'd to her so long as she did live An honest fellow that did understand She would dispose it ask'd what he should give Florella understood the Fellow had A Pole of Ground would fit her to a hair Why Sir quoth she I shall be very glad T' exchange if that your evidence be fair The woman shew'd a trial on record And would join Issue with him iâ— he please The Fellow could not stand unto his word And yet he found it was an o en Case Your title 's lame said she you cannot seal For you your self are Tenant but in Tail On a Holy Sister A Holy Sister that did seldome erre Walking abroad upon a Lecture-day Did meet a very zealous Presbiter Who sware to try her e're he went away Nay fie ah sad ver'ly indeed forsooth I would not